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zellerysworld · 3 years

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『 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 』

Sukuna x GN!Reader

WC: 6.7k

Tags: Angst, murder, reincarnation, heavy violence, language, suggestive themes, heavy trauma, mentions of genocide, origin story, slight soft sukuna

I rewrote this bitch three times trying to perfect it- and I’m still not 100% happy with it because there’s so many ways I wanted to write this. Plus I didn’t get the promotion at work so I just got depressed. anyways I wrote the story but @cqcophobiq requested a gender neutral reader. <3

A/N: Readers abilities are touching people to make them sleep, transfer memories, and see past (for those with DID, talk to the souls within the persons mind). They serves as a informant by going inside victims heads to look in their pasts for curses that were around them; informing teammates of location and grade level. They can also gain powers from whomever they touch for a short period of time.

Ex: Sukuna can give Malevolent Shrine to them for battle, but after one use/within five minutes, it vanishes. If they use powers that are harsh on the body, (domain expansions or strong cursed manipulation) they faint/get nose bleeds. *Reader only has abilities in modern times*

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Around 1000 years ago, you ventured out into the woods seeking to kill a god. 1000 years later, you are reincarnated so you may meet this god once again.

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Fear: that is all you felt while you watched the mass murderer known as Ryomen Sukuna walk throughout the same forest you were in. It took so long to hunt him down, and now the moment has finally come. You have trained for years to defeat the villain of your story, but his presence was more intimidating than you had anticipated.

He stopped to bend down, putting out a hand to stroke a sleeping fox. Surrounding the regular-looking male was a meadow filled to the brim with tall grass and flowers, hidden away by bamboo and birch trees. Everything looked so peaceful around Sukuna, as if he was a Dryad. ‘How could he look so peaceful?’ You thought to yourself. It also felt as if you were lied to, since most people told you he had facial marks and four arms, which he did not have.

It looked as if he were another human; that was until you flimsily attempted to move forward. Having been hiding within a large bush, you couldn’t see what was beneath you. And just like, a cracking sound emitted from the twig below you. You closed your eyes and rolled your shoulders back, whispering to yourself, “Oh fu-.”

Now, how exactly did you get yourself into this situation? And why were you in the middle of an uncharted forest trying to stalk Ryomen Sukuna? Well, it is a rather gruesome story for you to look back upon.

The Heian Age is at its peak in Japan, while Jujutsu sorcery is also at its peak as a ripple effect. (Many young children in this period began to claim they have “seen” curses.) Ryomen Sukuna was a young sorcerer, having attended the very school you attended. While amid his fourth and final year, and in your first year, he burned down almost every inch of the school alongside slaughtering over half of the staff and students.

You took it upon yourself to track him down with the intent to kill for revenge. Teachers that survived had entrusted you with information about him after learning of your plans. Granted most told you not to do it, but the ones that supported it told you information of his appearance, how he secretly practiced sacred and forbidden jujutsu techniques, and his unwavering strength. With every day that passes, Sukuna grows stronger at rates nobody can foretell.

So here you are, three years after the incident. The reason for why he did it is still unknown; But you trained to your breaking point for this moment to happen- having bled, cried, screamed, and thrown up countless times. Your classmates called you insane for thinking you could beat Sukuna, but none of their words mattered to you. Sukuna stole people from your life that you could never get back.

Now, back to your current situation. Sukuna shot his head up to the sound, his lips curving to reveal blades for teeth, “Myyyyyy Myyyyy!!! Do I have a challenger?” His voice stunned you, fear engulfing your mind as his body morphed into a four armed and nearly 8 foot tall being with black markings wrapped around his body. Although barely visible, Sukuna first saw your eyes that had such a curious wonder that was tinted with rage.

Before you could even take your bandages off to fight, he was behind you and holding your neck, “A jujutsu sorcerer, huh?”

Air left your lungs faster than anticipated, causing you to slightly panic. You closed your eyes, then leaned your neck over in an attempt to play dead, which worked but to only half of its extent. When your neck rolled to the side, Sukuna slightly loosened his grip. This gave you room to breathe before catching him off guard with a back-kick to his ribs.

The unexpected hit made his brows furrow, anger stirring in his stomach at your cleverness. When your clogs hit the ground, you took off running as if an army of samurai were in pursuit behind. And although you were fast, Sukuna was faster. The sound of his footsteps gave the warning that he was gaining up to you.

Logs and fallen tree branches were dodged by your legs as your jumped over them, Sukuna following behind. The sound of crunching grass as the demon-like man pursued you made the experience even more terrifying, knowing that with every step you took, he took two. There were so many sounds, making it harder to think with the already small amount of time given to you.

You made the judgement call to stop, believing that you could backhand him from behind by catching him off guard. However, it became apparent that you made a grave mistake the second two muscular elbows hit the left side of your waist. The feeling of your ribs cracking on both of sides of your waist when you slammed against the tree made you scream out in pain. Your eyes widened at having never witnessed strength such as his nor pain such as this.

Out of response to the pain, tears formed at the edges of your squinting eyes as your back slid against the tree. Sukuna approached you, cracking his fingers in excitement of killing another jujutsu sorcerer such as yourself. However, you had a trump card that was now in play.

You bit down on a piece of cloth that held the bandages on your left hand together. Ripping the bandages off with your teeth, Sukuna let out a menacing laugh, “You really think jujutsu can help you now?”

His left hand strangled your neck, pulling you upwards to be eye level with him. When Sukuna noticed that your orbs showed no fear, his brows furrowed in curiosity. Just seconds before he was going to snap your neck, both of your hands latched onto his arm. You forced a nerve connection, sending sounds of people screaming, children crying, and raging fires into his head.

The sudden sounds caused Sukuna to release you from his grip, “What-what Is this…?” He looked around, trying to see where the sound was coming from. You leaned against the tree while holding your left side, “How could you forget?” He looked down to you, his eyes widening at the realization of where the sounds came from.

“Those are the sounds of the people you killed!”

Sukuna froze, realizing that you were not just an ordinary jujutsu user. Catching him while he was still confounded, you put all your force into an aggressive headbutt. He stumbled back a few feet before growling at the dripping blood from his scalp. When he looked up, a smirked was smeared across his blood-stained face, “You’ll die here.”

His hands joined, making the symbol for a domain expansion spell. However, you temporary gained his powers after touching his arm a few moments ago. As he opened his mouth, you cut him off while bringing your hands together, “Domain Expansion!”

“What?”

Your eyes rolled back, “Malevolent shrine!”

The domain built around him, fear striking Sukuna’s mind at the sight of seeing you mimic his powers. His technique was too powerful for your body to handle though, causing you to stumble. You blinked twice before coughing up blood into your hands. Sukuna walked forward as the domain fell apart, his interest being piqued at how your powers work.

Looking up at Sukuna, blood fell from the crevices of your lips before you fell onto the ground. His powers completely defeated you from within, being too harsh on your body. When you hit the ground, all that was in your tunnel of vision was black. It felt like it was just a few minutes that you had been knocked out, but when you opened your eyes, the forest surrounding you was nearly pitch black.

“You snore.”

Hearing Sukuna’s voice, your body snapped up from the ground beneath you to find him sitting against an oak log. When you tried to use your hands to fight him, you quickly became aware that they were tied up. You huffed at the feeling of the rope while noticing the black kimono you wore had been taken off to reveal your white Cossack.

Sukuna’s lids opened to reveal crimson-colored eyes. In his current state, he was back to being inkless and having two arms. He glared at you with a sense of sternness, “Tell me how you did that.”

“Did what?” You snapped back, having no respect for him.

“Listen,” he stood and walked over to you, bending his knees down so his face would be in yours, “Only reason you are alive right now is because I say so. So, either tell me how you did it, or I’ll cut your hands off with my fingernails.” He sat down in front of you, crossing his legs and arms.

To be honest, death seemed better than having to deal with this situation. Before replying to him, you had to think if you really wanted to explain your powers. Either way around, you were going to die so it didn’t matter. Talking about your powers only delays your inevitable future. And it’s obviously been hours, so if help would have come, they were either killed by Sukuna or never came.

You sighed, leaning your head back before making eye contact with him. “My technique was used by ancient sorcerers; They call it ‘Somnium Nexum’.”

“I know all of the jujutsu techniques; how come I have never heard of yours?”

“Well, if you would shut the fuck up then I could explain.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes at your disrespect, “Why do the generations become more disrespectful with each passing year?”

“Do you really have room to talk about disrespect?” You huffed, continuing, “My technique hasn’t been seen for hundreds of years now. It went extinct, until I was born that is. My hands… I use them to transfer memories to people, see memories of people, and temporarily steal people’s powers. That’s how I did it.”

“Those sounds were the people I killed. You were there that day?”

“Of course I was!” You shouted, anger filling your voice as tears formed at the edges of your eyes, “You killed people I loved! You ruined peoples lives…. WHY?! WHAT DID YOU GAIN?”

“I gained revenge.”

Silence fell between the two of you. The moon’s reflected light shined against your eyes as tears rolled down your flustered cheeks. Your lips parted to speak, but there were no words. Revenge? It didn’t make sense to you. What did all those people do to cause an anger such as his to exist?

Sukuna broke the silence, “If you run, I’ll kill you.” He leaned forward and reached a hand behind you, his lips being uncomfortably close to yours. Your thoughts closed at hearing a ripping sound, his hand pulling back.

“Look into my memories, and whatever questions you have will be answered. But then you’ll answer mine.”

You hesitated to move your hands, feeling fear in the back of your mind at how calm he was. Just a few hours ago, this man was trying to murder you in cold blood, but now he is acting… soft? It didn’t settle in your gut too well, but you had no other choice than to do what he says. Complying to his request, you raised your hand to rest the palm of it on his lower check and jawline.

“Close your eyes.” You commanded while closing yours.

He obediently closed them, letting the connection into his nervous system open into yours. The tears that were made at the thought of your dead classmates shifted towards tears of pain upon seeing Sukuna’s memories.

You watched from the background as jujutsu sorcerers stormed his childhood village and burned everything to the ground, both curses and humans alike. A young Sukuna was in the middle of it all, screaming for his mother as the fire surrounded him. From the fires, a sorcerer ran through and picked him up.

Sukuna screamed and kicked at the masked sorcerer. You noticed though, that the very badge that was embroidered onto your shirt was the same badge of the sorcerer carrying him.

When you turned to see where he was being carried, you noticed only the children were spared. You covered your mouth in disgust, seeing crying kids from ages of newborns to 5-year-olds being carried away. You watched a young Sukuna let out a loud screeching sound, black markings appearing on his face as his eyes turned red.

He sunk his teeth into the sorcerers’ shoulder and killed them, trying to run away before being caught by two other sorcerers who put him to sleep. One said through his mask, “This one is strong with cursed energy, he needs to be cleansed.”

You watched them carry him away. When you turned back around, you saw another memory of Sukuna at a slightly older age being tortured on a table as an instruction screamed out, “YOU ARE A DISGRACE!” Another memory appeared, the child being much older now as he sat in his room and communicated with a curse in its own language.

Memories upon memories flashed before your eyes of him training, talking to curses, and being tortured by humans. Then the memory that stained your mind of blood had appeared. The boy used his malevolent shrine against students and teachers alike, causing chaos with curses following behind him wherever he stepped.

Squinting to notice, you saw a pained look within his eyes as he killed the students that tried to fight him. He bent down to one and closed their eyes, “Humans have become the virus of this world. Jujutsu scholars are the creators of the virus.”

You came out of the link, speechless at everything you had just seen. Taking a deep breath, you looked into Sukuna’s eyes, “Why did they burn your village?”

He turned his neck to look away from your eyes, not wanting to be the person that breaks the truth to you. Although Sukuna didn’t know your name, he still felt an aching sensation at the bottom of his heart for you. There was finally someone else that he could tell of his secrets, but they were too painful. Yet he knew if he didn’t tell you, and instead killed you or forced you to go back, that you would never have a normal life anyways.

“Tell me, what’s your name?”

“Y/n L/n- but my name is not important. Tell me why they did that…”

“Y/n, do you know who your parents are?”

“Of course not. They sent me to the school when I was…”

“When you were what?”

Excruciating amounts of pain began to fill your heart. You saw the point he was making, and it stung your heart in an abundance of different ways. Everything around you seemed to disappear as you tried to remember who you were before attending this school. All that was found was blankness.

The early morning sky that beamed with stars of different shades seemed to become brighter as everything began to click. Nature surrounded you in this moment of harsh realization. It was comforting knowing that possibly a forest god was watching over you in the greens of their garden, but nonetheless painful.

You whispered with a cracking voice, “Why… Why did they tell us our parents sent us here…?”

“It was a coverup. Japan has become innovative these past two centuries, meaning out with the old and in with the new. Jujutsu sorcerers were falling behind, meaning they would eventually die out. So, they resorted to pillaging children. Although our fight was short, I can see that you have great strength and intelligence with your powers. You must have been a newborn when you were taken; otherwise, you’d remember.”

So many emotions ran through your mind all at once. Sorrow, pain, anger, rage, weakness, all of it. You hesitated, “So... -So, I never even had a chance?”

Sukuna looked into your eyes, “No.”

You gasped, feeling as if your lungs were collapsing while your breathing grew erratic. Everything you ever knew was a lie, and everything you were ever told was a lie. Any relationships you ever had with teachers was a lie, while any relationship you ever had with your classmates was fake. Sukuna saw how you struggled to take this information in, but he didn’t know how to make it easier for you.

‘Is there even an easy way out of this information?’ He thought to himself. Sukuna always knew everything around him was not real, so he couldn’t imagine the things you were feeling.

“Why didn’t… why didn’t you tell anyone? Why didn’t you try to find a way out and save everyone?”

Sukuna snapped back, “All of those kids are brainwashed beyond oblivion. Did you forget what you tried to do to me a few hours ago? If I were a normal person, you would have killed with that thing you did with your hands; And If I tried to tell people everything they ever knew was a lie, I would be dead.”

You slowly crawled backwards as he moved forward, “Do you think I caused all of that destruction alone? No. I had the help of curses, who are the only damn things that see humans for the shit they are! Over the years I have been out here alone, training and preparing myself for when I can defeat even the strongest of sorcerers.”

When he realized how uncomfortable you had become by his advancing, Sukuna moved back. “There was no helping them. The only reason I told you was because you would be forced to believe me.”

He was right. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, Sukuna was right. They would all try to kill him if he told them what had known on all along. Humanity’s biggest fault will always be the fact that they are afraid of the unknown, and when someone tries to show them the truth of the unknown, they freak out in fear. The only reason you were not freaking out was because there was no unknown; you saw it all with your own eyes through his memories.

“Tell me, what are you going to do now?” He asked, slicing your thoughts in half.

That was a loaded question for the current situation, but it was a question that needed an answer. You cannot go back now, otherwise they would find out you know more than you should with how bad of a liar you are. For all they know, you are most likely dead right now and not worth looking for. You were just another slave to the elders’ horrific commands.

“I don’t know… Run away maybe? Get out the country while I can? But even then, sorcerers are all around the world. I would get caught and be killed eventually. Do the rest of the sorcerers around the world know about Japan’s doings?”

Sukuna scratched at his head, “I don’t know. I never tried to leave, but I was never bothered until now either.”

The sun began to rise, cracks of its light seeping through the forest trees as the night faded to the back of the forest. You bowed your head with a loud sigh, not knowing what your next move will be. Confusion filled your mind while the rising sun’s warmth worked to comfort you in this state of despair. With your emotions being thrown around like a tossed salad, the silence sounded so loud right now.

Sukuna broke the silence by hesitantly suggesting, “Stay here with me, y/n. Just for another day or two. I want to know more of these powers of yours. Maybe by then you’ll figure something out.”

You looked at him with such curious eyes, seeing him totally shift from the manic demon he was yesterday to this calm man who had a vengeful heart filled with pain. Crossing your arms, you asked with a sarcastic tone, “Where do you even live?”

“Are you suggesting I sleep in the woods like an animal?”

“Perhaps.”

He rolled his eyes while clicking his tongue, “Farther up in the mountains. I live by a hidden spring.”

You tried to stand up with Sukuna, leaning on the tree for support. He forgot that a rib or two of yours had been broken upon contact when fighting with each other earlier, making him cringe at remembering how quick he was to become defensive. “Here.” He turned around, getting on his knees. Sukuna motioned for you to get on his back, it being easier on your ribs for him to carry you this way.

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Sukuna carried you to a log cabin he had built in the time he spent out here. For a few days, your aching body rested there as you thought of your next move. However, those thoughts eventually fled your mind. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned to years. Time passed on as you stayed hidden away deep within the forest with Sukuna. Over time, his vengeance was forgotten with you at his side. All both of you wanted was to enjoy the peace of solitude together.

Everything had been so peaceful over the years. Sometimes you and Sukuna would bicker as lovers do, especially since you two were the only ones you talked to besides curses, but ultimately both of you were happy. That was until the world decided peace was never a real option for anyone in this violently terrifying world.

Morning dew clung onto the windows of the cabin you shared with your husband. It was the break of dawn as you awoke next to a sleeping Sukuna. He lowly grumbled at your movements, pulling you back into the bed by your waist. “What are you doing?” He quietly asked with a scruffy morning voice while hovering over you. Loose strains of hair covered your eyes, Sukuna moving them so he could have a better look at you.

You held onto the back of his neck with your bandaged hands, “I’m going to the springs for a quick wash.”

The shirtless man lightly kissed at your cheek, moving lower to your neck as he gripped onto your hips to keep you below him. As tempting as it was to stay in bed with him and enjoy some morning affairs, your bones ached from the hunting that was done the day before. With a roll of your eyes, you pushed the built man from your body as if he was a feather.

He let out a loud groan while moaning, “I should have never trained you to become that strong.”

“Oh shush, I’ll be back soon you whiney child.”

You put on a long, white yukata before heading outside to greet the horses you and Sukuna had tamed. “Good morning Ryko,” you sang while petting the horse’s neck before mounting her. You rode just a few minutes upwards towards the east, where the hidden springs lied. Winter was beginning to fade as spring slowly made its way into season, so hunting is hard for you and Sukuna.

Usually in the winter months is when your back and sides ache from your fight all those years ago with him. The best way for you to sooth your pains is to relax in the warm springs that nature provided in the mornings or late afternoons.

Upon reaching the springs, you jumped off Ryko and led her towards a tree to keep her tied at. However, you began to feel uneasy at how Ryko kept neighing and trying to back away from the tree. “Shhh, girl. Nobody is here.”

The sound of other horses made you eat your words. Your eyes widened as you turned, jumping out of the way at the sound of a metal mechanism clicking and firing. Ryko was shot in the head, her body falling over and bleeding out in the snow. Panic filled your body, being caught completely off guard. What were they shooting with and why was it so fast? When you looked up, you noticed the people on the horses had the same symbol of your previous school.

“Son of a bitch…,” you spoke, furrowing your brows at the sight of them. You had no weapons on you, forgetting to bring your bow and arrow for long distance defense. From the bottom of your lungs, you screamed out, “SUKUNA!!”

As soon as you said the name, the sorcerers began to panic, “She said his name!”

“Quick, kill her before he comes! She must be a witch!”

“What if he kills us?!”

“JUST DO IT!”

You were already on your feet, taking off as fast as you possibly could. As much as you wanted to fight with the physical strength you had gained over the years, you knew the helplessness of your abilities. Even if you could outsmart them and bruise their physical appearance, you were no match for 5 sorcerers with guns all at once with your jujutsu technique. You may be a powerful jujutsu sorcerer alongside Sukuna, but long-range fighting was never an option with your technique.

Speeding into the distance with all you had, the freezing temperature of the snow against bare human feet was only making it worse for you. You had hope that you could run into the woods just in time, but there is no shift in what a speeding bullet does to a human body.

While a few minutes away, the first shot had Sukuna on his feet. His eyes flung open, the nerve-wracking sound of a weapon he didn’t recognize that is not too far caused him to panic. His tattoos appeared as he walked out into the snow barefoot with only palazzos on. He began running into the direction of the sound, knowing he would be faster on foot than on horseback.

From the distance, Sukuna heard his name being screamed out by your voice, which struck fear into his heart. The scream was followed by another shot not even 30 seconds later. He picked up his speed, tears forming at the edges of his rageful crimson eyes.

When he appeared from the branches, the sorcerers were taking off. As much as he wanted to pursue them, he needed to find you first. Before he could even see you, the stench of blood coming from his left filled his nose. He turned, and everything seemed to go into slow motion. He ran at your side, seeing you struggle to breathe from the bullet wound in your chest.

“Y/N, Y/N SAY SOMETHING!” He screamed out, falling onto the ground next to you. He held you up, putting his hands over the wound to try to stop the bleeding, “Come on, come on stay with me. It’s okay, it’s fine-“

“Ry-Suk…I…,” you struggled to breathe, blood flowing out of your chest faster than Sukuna could react too. His tears fell onto your cheeks as his hands became covered in your blood. The white Yukata you were wearing was turning an awful shade of red.

He pulled your hand up to his lower cheek, closing his eyes so you can start a link between him and you. When it started, you transferred everything you had seen to his memories so he would know what happened without you having to speak. When he opened his eyes, your hand fell from his cheek as your body quickly lost energy.

Sukuna held you in his now bloodied arms, rocking you back and forth while whispering, “It’s alright, you’re fine. Look at me, I’m right here.” He watched as you slowly lost consciousness, your eyes losing the spark of curiosity in them that he adored.

You blinked a few times, each time your eyes getting heavier and harder to keep open. You gave him a meek smile and croaked out, “When the sun rises again, will you find me?”

Rapid tears fell from both your eyes and his as he leaned his head into your chest, “I’ll find you.”

You looked into the sky with lazy eyes before shutting them for the final time. Your neck fell backwards, and your breathing stopped; Sukuna felt your heart’s final beat. Feeling your soul leave your body, he let out a loud scream into your chest that could be heard from miles away.

He sobbed into your cold body, only to lift his head with a newfound rage that has set his body on fire. His tearstained face spoke millions of words, all of them meaning the same thing: destruction. He laid your body against Ryko, kissing your forehead and whispering, “I’ll be back.”

Standing up with your blood staining his hands and torso, he morphed into his full form. His lips spread into a devilish smile as he ran his hands through his hair. His speed was almost at light, taking off into the forest while chasing the horse tracks in the snow.

The sorcerers rode at a fast pace, but it wasn’t fast enough. Sukuna passed them up, turning on his heels to face the oncoming horses. When they got close enough, he raised both of his hands and grabbed onto the horses’ heads, pushing them down into the ground. Both the horses and sorcerers riding them died from the impact, striking fear into the other sorcerers following behind them.

“TURN, NOW!” One yelled out before their head was ripped from their body by Sukuna’s hands. He called out with a demonic look in his eyes, “Don’t be afraid to come out my friends!” Curses of all grades came out from behind trees, sending everyone into a panic.

“SPREAD OUT!” A female sorcerer yelled out, making Sukuna turn. He ran into the horse, sending her and the horse flying into a tree. She let out a loud scream of pain as the horse landed on her legs, rendering her powerless. Sukuna approached her, bending down to be eye level with her as she panicked.

He tilted his head, “The person you happened to kill was my partner. And a partner is a man’s peace, but when they are taken, they become a man’s rage.” He grabbed her hair, ripping her body in half. “If they cannot live, nobody can! Women, children, and men alike! IT’S GOING TO BE A MASSACRE!”

Curses killed the sorcerers left and right, slaughtering both them and their horses. Ryomen Sukuna has died, but the king of curses has been born. Curses obeyed his every command in fear of his jujutsu techniques and inhumane abilities. The beginning of his world domination had just begun…

Over a thousand years has passed since that day, which brings Sukuna to the present. Yuji was in conversation with Megumi and Nobara, while Sukuna was off wondering around in Yuji’s head. However, a certain name caught his attention.

“Yeah! I heard they use an ancient technique called ‘Somnium Nexium’, it’s only been seen a handful of times in the last few hundred years.” Nobara chanted while walking with her friends.

Sukuna turned his head at the sound, awakening on Yuji’s face, “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“Sukuna, go back!” Yuji yelled, groaning at the annoying curse.

He snapped back, “Oh shut the hell up. I heard Somnium Nexium.”

Megumi spoke, “There’s a new student. They use that power.”

“I bet your old ass has seen it before,” Nobara laughed.

Sukuna growled, “Matter of fact I have, and this brat could probably kill all of you with just one hand.”

Nobara’s shoulders shot up at his words, while Megumi cringed at the fact he’s most likely right. Yuji was just interested in getting to see them like the others though. However, the day was near its end, and everyone was heading into their rooms for the night. Yuji might have slept like a baby, but Sukuna stayed up in his mind all night.

He wanted to believe there was a possibility that it could be you, but from what the kids said, other people have been seen using the same ability. Wanting to dismiss the idea, Sukuna tried to not think on it and instead walk around Yuji’s head to annoy him, but that failed.

Night faded into day as the stars kissed the sky good morning. Another day began, and nothing was out of the usual. Just Sukuna being pissed he’s still in Yuji’s body after all of this time and training per usual.

Yuji made his way out of the dormitories after getting dressed, heading outside to see where Megumi was. He was also hoping to run into the new student so he could get to brag to Nobara that he meant them first. While walking down the outside corridor, Yuji pulled out his phone to text the group chat. In the midst of typing, he bumped into a student wearing a navy Hakama with a black kimono, the traditional sword training outfit for students.

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“Oh sor- Wait a second, you must be the new student! I’m Yuji Itadori.” He quickly bowed, giving you a large smile. Sukuna snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing Yuji’s thoughts when running into you; He hastily said within his mind, “Enchain!”

The sun took its place a tad higher in the sky to where it beamed against you. Your skin had a warm tone to it as the sun reflected into your eyes to create a small glint. Bowing your head as Sukuna took over Yuji’s body, you raised your head with closed eyes and smiled, “I’m Y/n L/n.”

When you opened your eyes, Yuji’s body had switched into Sukuna’s. It startled you before remembering that he was Sukuna’s vessel; yet it also felt as if you have meant Sukuna before. “You must be Sukuna. I feel honored that the king of curses took over Yuji just to see me,” you said with tremendous amounts of sarcasm.

Sukuna was speechless, his breathing going shaky at the sight of you. “Is it really you?”

You raised a brow while crossing your arms, “What are you talking about?”

He walked forward, wanting to get a closer look at your facial features. However, him walking closer caused you to back up out of discomfort. Your back hit against the railing of the wooden pathway, making you nervous. You snapped with a serious tone while ungloving your hands behind your back, “What do you want?!”

There was no response, just wide eyes, and a wide mouth. “Hey!” You yelled, but there was no response. Out of fear, you pulled your hand out and tried to grab his wrist to show something to scare him, but he already knew your move. Sukuna caught you by the wrist, then examined it to see if it was the same hand you had before.

Your eyes widened at how he knew what you were going to do, making fear begin to take over your body. “Don’t be afraid,” he spoke while moving your hand to his lower cheek. “Just… try to remember me.” So many questions ran throughout your mind, such as how did he know that people’s faces are what she touches? Either way, you were too afraid to decline what he was implying, so you closed your eyes at the same time as him.

The connection opened, allowing you to go into his memories. You walked around his mind, seeing yourself from his eyes whenever you first meant him over 1000 years ago. The memories flashed before your eyes, not understanding why you see yourself and how that was possible. Every bitter, sweet, intimate, aggressive, happy, and sad moment he ever had with you flashed before your eyes.

Colors you had never even seen before flashed past your eyes, showing you every detail of every moment you ever experienced with Sukuna. You saw a memory of yourself holding a bow and arrow, aiming it at a deer from far in the forest. When you took the shot, it struck the deer into the side.

You relaxed your shoulders, sighing in relief at making the hit. Sukuna watched with his arms crossed, “There’s so many ways that I love you, but by far my favorite way to love you is to watch you.”

With the roll of your eyes and a small smirk, you blushed and playfully punched his shoulder, “Let’s go get our dinner.”

Sukuna “loved” you? The sensations your body felt were foreign, making you feel nervous. There were moments where he held onto your hand while taking a walk through the forest, followed by other moments of him training with you in meadows. The moments you would hug his bare torso would turn into moments of intimacy, while moments of petty arguments would turn into moments of him holding you.

Love was the only thing you could feel from these memories. It was love that drove him to commit his crimes, and it was love when he would sit alone and ponder on what he’d do if he ever saw you again. He imagined that he would hug you tighter than he ever did before, destroy the world with you, and tell you everything he didn’t get to tell you before.

A squeezing sensation pained your heart, making you become so overwhelmed that you ripped away from the link. Sukuna looked into your eyes, seeing that curious look he saw in your eyes all those centuries ago when you first meant him in the forest. Shaking with anxiety, you moved forward to slowly wrap your arms over his body. He followed into the embrace, squeezing your back with his muscular arms while crying into your shoulder.

It felt unreasonable to fall into being the person you were in a past life, but you felt all the things he felt for you back then. Seeing his memories opened so many things in your life, when all along you thought you were just some regular jujutsu sorcerer who is the new kid at this school. In truth, you were never normal; seeing his memories just proves that. You grew up having dreams as a child that were always too blurry to see anything, but looking back you now understand that those weren’t dreams; They were your past.

When you closed your eyes, everything in your mind went blank. Upon opening them, they looked the same but had a slight change of hue that was barely noticeable. You pushed Sukuna away from you, starting to feel your old memories flood back in. He looked at you with a confused expression, not understanding what you were doing until you grabbed his face.

Your hands held his cheeks as you examined his eyes, “Sukuna? Is it really you?” You moved his face to see all the angles of his structure, trying to see if this was him. “Oh…,” There was hesitation in your eyes before tears began to fall from them, “You found me…” Sukuna pulled you back into the tight embrace of each other’s arms, holding onto one another like the world is falling apart around you.

From behind the corner, Megumi and Nobara watched with worried looks painted across their face. She whispered, “I feel like something bad just happened.”

There was rage within you, feeling your insides ache at the memory of how you died coming back to you. You were still the same person before gaining your memories back, but now enlightened of who you really were. Sukuna pulled back from the hug, looking beyond your eyes and into your soul. He could see the hungry look of vengeance within you.

Sukuna felt his time nearing its end as Yuji was fighting to come back in. He quickly held onto your shoulders with a crazed look in his crimson eyes, “Y/n, in due time we will take our revenge. Me and you, we will destroy the world.”

The next time the sun rises for Sukuna will be the last time it rises for the world.

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#anime #yuji itadori #nobara #megumi #jjk ryomen sukuna #jjk #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #gn!reader #jjk sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #manga #Jesus Christ this took a while #romance #tragedy

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the-final-sif · 4 years

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Update for the fake quarantine dating au, which has now become the “fuyumi is fucking done after like 20 years of this shit and is now just going feral” au:

To recap, Hawks and Dabi got stuck in quarantine together for several weeks because both of them are high risk. Dabi was on the background of one of Hawks’ video calls, causing Hawks to have to lie about having a boyfriend, information which was then leaked to the public.

Because they were bored gay disasters, Hawks and Dabi played into this and Dabi did makeup so he could do a livestream for Hawks’ fans. Hawks was a flustered mess the entire time, and it was actually going fine until Fuyumi and Natsuo saw and recognized their long lost brother.

Dabi, being a fucking mess of a human being, faked his death a second time, only this time it was Hawks’ fake boyfriend who died, since he doesn’t want to deal with his emotions. Only, Fuyumi has the Todoroki conspiracy gene, and refuses to believe it. She ends up stalking Hawks, recruiting Miruko (who has a crush on her, and also doesn’t know who she is), finding out about the league of villains, and then accidentally joining the league of villains with the help of Twice, as she’s looking for her long lost brother.

So here we are, in this insane situation. Hawks and Dabi are the only two people who know that 1) Fuyumi is a Todoroki. 2) She’s looking for Dabi, who she hasn’t recognized as Touya yet. The rest of the league knows she’s looking for her brother, but don’t know who she is or who her brother is.

Fuyumi, as it turns out, is actually good at being a villain. She starts out rather hesitant, but obviously still has to play her part. Her strategy is basically ‘fake it till you make it’ and by god is it effective. Not only is she smart, knowledgeable about heroes, and a good planner, but she’s also really good with getting the villains to actually stick to said plans. Turns out years of working with children pay off after all.

The more she settles in, the bolder she gets, and the more she realizes that Shigaraki isn’t actually that committed to being a villain, and like, is fairly open to suggestions. As such, she starts slowly pivoting the league from pure destructive activities, to more constructive attacks.

Fuyumi: “Okay, hear me out on this, what if instead of attacking the same group of school children minding their own business a fifteenth time, we target corrupt government officials instead?”

Shigaraki, hesitant but intrigued: “... I dunno, I swear someone said that attacking a singular group of school children was the best way to be a villain.”

Fuyumi, using her Teacher Voice: “How about this, why don’t we try the government officials, and if you decide you don’t like it, then we can go back to the other plan?”

Shigaraki: “... Okay fine, I guess we can try it your way.”

The heroes are incredibly confused about what’s going on, because it seems like the league of villains suddenly shifted goals, competency levels, general moral codes, and nobody knows why.

Hawks, is having a fucking time, because he’s morally torn on a number of levels. Some of the ‘corrupt government officials’ being targeted included people who were involved in his own raising, and people who assigned him to this mission. Dabi has been slowly cuing him in on how fucked up his situation is, but Hawks still feels conflicted on the people who made him a hero. Not only that, but now that he’s dating Dabi and trying to protect Fuyumi, he has to lie to those same people about some parts of the league to keep them safe.

It doesn’t help that the league is steadily becoming less morally objectionable to him under Fuyumi’s guidance.

Also, it really doesn’t help that during this time, Hawks has started working side by side with Endeavor.

While dating his son, who Endeavor believes is dead.

While Endeavor’s daughter, who Endeavor believes to be a kindergarten teacher, is someone that Hawks sees regularly during fucking league of villains meetings.

Hawks avoids Shouto like the plague because he’s terrified of what will happen if another Todoroki child gets wrapped up in this.

Also at some point there’s a hero conference to discuss the changes happening within the LOV/PLF and Endeavor is leading it, while Hawks has to sit right next to him for several hours and not say shit while everyone around him speculates wildly.

Hawks is having about 3 mental breakdowns at once and the only reason he makes it through that meeting alive is because Miruko keeps jumping in to bail him out and pull attention away from him.

Actually, Miruko has been just amazing recently, buying his excuses without a second thought, offering him alibis, and defending his weird behavior. It’s weird though, she’s been acting a bit funny too. Maybe she’s seeing someone? Hawks thinks that must be what’s putting her in such a good mood.

Miruko is also dying inside, although a lot less than Hawks is because she still has no idea that she’s currently dating Endeavor’s daughter, who she helped infiltrate the league of villains. All she knows is her girlfriend is amazing and is single handedly saving thousands of lives, and Miruko has only been dating her for like two months but she may or may not be already trying to guess her ring size.

Dabi is just trying so hard to come up with excuses to not be around Fuyumi, all while trying to also keep her safe, get her to give up on searching for him/being a villain, keep Hawks’ cover from being blown, and then everything else going on his life.

Shigaraki by this point has 100% figured out that Hawks is/was a double agent, but doesn’t actually care because he makes Dabi happy. That doesn’t mean he isn’t going to pretend to be suspicious anyways, because fucking with Dabi and Hawks is fun and honestly he doesn’t much else going on his life.

Alright, that’s not entirely true, he actually does have the whole ‘being a villain’ thing going on, and also Fuyumi and Toga have been encouraging him to put a bit more effort into his appearance, so he’s been learning how to dress nicely and do hair. When he’s all cleaned up, he hardly even looks like the same person. But besides that he doesn’t have a lot going on in his life.

Or at least, he doesn’t until one day Fuyumi’s younger brother, a very dashing young man by the name of Natsuo shows up looking to check in on his sister. He has no idea who Tomura is, but is very polite and friendly, and even a bit flirty because unlike his brothers, Natsuo is a functional gay and can ask a guy out without needing to pine and dance around him for 4-8 business weeks.

Tomura may or may not have panicked and introduced himself as ‘Tenko’. He also may or may not have panicked and said yes when the guy asked him out. Agreeing to a second, third and fourth date were all conscious choices, just bad ones.

Fuck.

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paulbunyanstatue · 3 years

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“You are being ridiculous. Just give it up.”

“I will not,” Damian growled fiercely, glowering up at Jason with a look that could rival that of a madman. He was still clad in his Robin suit save only the cape, which he detached and dropped to the cave entrance as soon as he stepped out of the Batmobile. Despite a disappointed tisk from Bruce, the black cape remained in a crumpled heap by the passenger door, where it would stay for the few remaining hours of the night. Patrol with his father was boring that particular evening, giving Damian ample energy to waste arguing with Jason now in the cave.

“You are not stronger than me.” It was obvious Jason was trying not to laugh at the absurdity, which only infuriated Damian further.

“I am.” Damian snarled. “My training greatly surpasses yours. No offense, Father,” he added softly and Bruce rolled his eyes from his chair at the computer to the side. He still wore his suit, but his cowl was pushed back to reveal tired eyes scanning the files on the screen before him. “I was trained by my mother, my grandfather, and now my father, in case you have managed to forget. Therefore, I am far superior than you in every aspect. Including physical strength.”

“Funny you should mention your mom, kid-"

“Jason!” Bruce snapped and turned in his chair to glare warning daggers at his second child.

“I was just going to say, I was also trained by his mother,” Jason hissed back, but he couldn’t hide his obvious amusement. “And you, for that matter.”

“Your time with the League was more considered babysitting, Todd, since your brain was equivalent to a scrambled egg.”

“Damian,” Bruce sighed, rubbing at his temples with his pointed fingers and turning back to the computer screen.

“You’re insane,” Jason chuckled passively, and he thought Damian was going to screech like a pterodactyl at the dismissal.

Tim entered the cave from the main staircase digging the palm of his hand into his eyelid and chewing loudly on the tip of an empty plastic Go-Gurt tube. Bruce looked him up and down, taking in his pajama shirt and boxers with a frown. His hair stuck up in several directions, like his head had met a pillow for a short time before he got up again.

“What are you doing down here, ziskayt? Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Bruce asked, voice low with a specific kindness he reserved just for his family.

Tim should have been in bed. He and Bruce made an agreement that Tim would stay in bed tonight and sleep before they worked intently together on a fast-approaching case the following day and evening.

Tim perked up with sudden intensity and approached Bruce with fast footfalls while ripping the yogurt tube from his teeth. His cheeks were only slightly pinkened at the endearment Bruce called him, as it was one his grandmother used when he was very young. “Well, hang on a sec, B. I actually had to come down here and inform you of a break through I found in our case. Check this...” he unfolded the stapled packet of papers previously tucked securely under one arm, and he smoothed it out over the table in front of Bruce. The man listened silently while Tim quickly explained his findings, leaning over the table and occasionally pushing the bangs back from his heavy eyes. Tim’s hair was longer now than it had been when he first became Robin at thirteen, to the point that he sometimes pulled it up into a runt of a ponytail just to keep it from cutting irritatingly into his eyes.

“Very impressive,” Bruce murmured after the presentation, picking up the packet for himself and flipping through the discoveries. Tim beamed and hopped up onto the computer desk, sitting down next to the monitor and facing Bruce. He returned the plastic to his mouth and chewed aimlessly, watching Bruce for his next instructions and kicking his legs lightly. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Jason speak next.

“I bet you can’t even lift Tim,” Jason planted his hands on his hips and smirked, knowing exactly how this challenge was going to end.

Tim wrinkled his nose and furrowed his eyebrows. From his perch on Bruce’s desk, he quickly intervened before this developed further. “No, no. Absolutely not. I am not getting involved in-“

“Too easy. Drake maintains atrocious self-care habits,” Damian interrupted with an eye roll directed toward Jason, acting as though he didn’t hear Tim at all.

Tim frowned at the blatant insult to his person, and lifted his arms up with irritation. “Hey, wait a sec-"

“He’s far thinner than he should be. That’s way too easy. Pick something harder,” Damian demanded, pointing an aggressive finger at Jason and nearly growling.

Tim scoffed and muttered, chewing furiously on the plastic, “Bruce, your kid is out of control. You should consider muzzling the mashuganas whelp.”

“Timothy Jackson-“ Bruce reprimanded and reached up to yank the Go-gurt tube from Tim’s mouth. The plastic ripped from his lips with a pop and left behind a surprised O-shaped mouth in its wake. Bruce crumbled the garbage and tossed it into the trash can tucked beneath the desk.

“He started it, didn’t you hear what he said about me?” Tim asked in bewilderment, still spinning after receiving the dreaded middle name.

“I did hear him. And shouldn’t you be in bed now?” Bruce repeated his earlier question with an eyebrow ticked in curiosity.

Tim wrinkled his nose. “I will. But I was hungry and also I had to tell you about this case first, and-" Bruce leveled a warning look at him and Tim rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest. “Point stands, he is being a mashuganas whelp.”

“Drake, you should learn to keep your opinions to yourself and save us all the wasted time of listening to you speak,” Damian snapped in defense, fists clutches firmly at his sides.

Tim laughed loud and harsh at that, a sound that felt grating in Bruce’s ears with the onset of a headache. “I should keep my opinions to myself? Have you even heard-“

“Boys, that’s enough,” Bruce demanded, voice low and holding up a hand to cease all arguing. The only sounds resonating in the dimly lit cave were the quiet snickers of Jason, muffled by his own hand pressed firmly to his mouth. “I am going upstairs now.” He faced Damian with a serious eyebrow raised and stated factually. “You have school in the morning. And you,” he faced Tim, who was silently chewing on the inside of his cheek in the absence of his Go-gurt tube, “will be staying home from school tomorrow because you obviously have several hours of sleep to catch up on yourself." When Bruce found out that Tim had dropped out of school during his unfortunate leave of absence, it took him nearly an entire month of near-begging and vague threatening to get Tim to go back. Once Alfred got involved and asked Tim in the kindest, softest voice if he would please consider finishing high school, Tim was unable to refuse. "I expect to hear both of you upstairs and walking into your rooms within the next fifteen minutes.” He stood up from his chair and walked toward the cave entrance with long strides. “You do not want me to come back down here and collect you, trust me.” And without another word or a look back at the stunned faces left in his wake, he strode into the locker room to change, and then reappeared just to walk up the stairs.

But Jason wasn’t quite finished yet. “I can pick up Tim, Damian. Prove to me that you can and I’ll admit that your training was ‘far superior.’” He crossed his arms with a smirk, and Damian could no longer deny the thrilling desire to annihilate his brother in this argument.

“And that I am stronger than you,” Damian demanded and Jason agreed. “Fine then!” He threw his arms up and spun toward Tim, who scowled deeply and shook his head in response. “Oh come on, Drake. This will only take a minute. Might as well make your time down in the cave useful, for once.”

Tim scoffed and slid off the counter. He flipped his middle finger up in an insult directed toward Damian and stalked off toward the cave exit, following Bruce’s path to the main part of the house. Before he reached the stairs, Jason appeared next to him, grinning hugely like a villainous cartoon cat and wrapping a halting hand around Tim’s wrist.

“No, Jay. Stop it!” Tim hissed and tried to pull away, but Jason ducked down and scooped him up, holding him tightly in a bridal hold. “He can’t carry me, this is a waste of time.”

“Lies!” Damian protested.

Jason ignored Tim and approached the youngest. “You have to hold him for thirty whole seconds. Count starts as soon as I let go. Ready?”

Damian straightened and raised his chin, nodding with confirmation and reaching his arms out in preparation.

“Jason.” The last-second plea fell on deaf ears as Jason bent forward and delivered him into Damian’s arms. The transfer was shaky and Tim grasped at the collar of Damian’s robin suit, wishing to drag the brat down to the floor with him when he would inevitably end up there.

Jason stepped back and waited, smirking.

Tim realized with an eye roll just how annoyingly close to the ground he was in the arms of the child, but his grip didn’t loosen based on principle. Damian was huffing quietly, redness tinted his cheeks.

“See, Todd?” He hissed through teeth clenched tight with effort. “Easy.”

“Sure, bud,” Jason snickered. “You make this look so easy. Twenty seconds left.”

“This is a bad idea,” Tim muttered as he felt Damian’s legs shake beneath his carrier.

“Fifteen,” Jason announced, watching with raised eyebrows that Damian misread as surprise, when instead he was waiting for the expected result. “Ten.”

Tim grimaced, bracing himself for a hard landing. At Jason’s announcement of five seconds, and right on his expected schedule, Damian’s legs buckled and he fell forward, dropping Tim to the ground and landing with his sharp knees digging ruthlessly into his brother’s side.

Tim huffed and slapped his palms to the cold ground beneath him. “Shocker,” he murmured sarcastically and stood up, pushing Damian off of him in the process.

“That landing was pathetic, Drake. No wonder Grayson chose me,” the kid growled, wiping at the suit covering his knees.

Tim’s mouth fell open in response, a hurt crease created between his furrowed brows. But before he could respond, Jason reached out and lightly smacked the back of Damian’s head, sending him a furious warning look.

“The brat is only joking, Tim,” Jason confirmed quickly. “He’s just lashing out because he’s angry that he is the weakest person in the room.”

“The room? Absolutely not, I demand a do-over! I know I’m stronger than Drake.”

Half an hour after Bruce’s departure from the cave, he groaned dramatically under his covers. He never heard his children walk past his door and retreat to their own bedrooms. So now, due to his thin-veiled threat, he had to go get them. He threw the covers aside and heaved himself from the mattress with a grumble. Upon walking down the cold steps to the cave, he heard loud shouts that he was unable to decipher. His feet quickened on the tile until he reached the bottom, where he froze and watched with an irritated, and slightly amused, frown.

“Damian, lift more!” Tim shouted, his arms tucked under Jason’s armpits, and straining to lift his top half to Tim’s bellybutton. Damian held Jason’s calves on his shoulders and was groaning near-constant.

“Focus on your own side!” Damian cried out, more desperate than Bruce has heard from him. Damian pushed his palms up against Jason’s calves but they hardly lifted.

“Ha!” Jason crooned, sounding comically relaxed compared to his struggling brothers. “Told ya you two couldn’t lift me above your heads. My weak, baby brothers.”

Damian growled at the taunt and Tim laughed, his shaking arms dropping Jason’s top half an inch closer toward the ground before he recovered again.

“Boys!” Bruce snapped and looked at their frozen forms with narrowed eyes. “I told you to go to bed. Come up here right now before I carry all three of you up.”

They gracelessly released Jason to the floor, who landed with an “oof” that brought a chuckle to Damian’s throat and a twitch to the corner of Bruce’s mouth.

Tim and Damian fell in line to follow Bruce up the stairs when Damian asked, “Father, can you really carry all three of us at once?”

He did.

:) From my fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32502511/chapters/80612944#workskin

#tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd #red hood #robin #red robin #bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #dcu #batman and robin #dc #Batfamily Fanfic #batfamily #batfam fic #batfam

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eirikaanemo · 3 years

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The Hidden Hero

Superhero!Venti x GN!Secretary!Reader

2.7k Words

Warnings: Stalking (not you), thievery, human trafficking mentioned once

Of all the heroes to ever exist, Barbatos: the Anemo Hero is your favorite by far. He was one of the big heros from the Archon Agency along with other major elemental manipulators like Rex Lapis and Baal. They were the big wigs back before All Might hit it big. While they weren’t quite symbols of peace like him, their sheer presence was enough to send most villains running for the hills. Their quirks, teamwork, and training made them extremely formidable. The Archons, as the main seven heroes of the agency were called, were very successful, until they weren’t.

It’s said that ‘all good things come to an end’ and the reign of the Archons came to an end when Tsaritsa left the agency for reasons unknown to the general populace. The remaining six scattered to the winds. They each founded their own agencies and continued to fight crime. But their earlier fame was unsustainable and their hero rankings fell significantly. Despite this, most of them are still actively and visibly involved in the world of heroes. Some, however, are not.

And unfortunately Barbatos is one of those heroes that seemingly faded away into obscurity after founding the Mondstadt Hero Agency and handing it off to his former sidekick, Dandelion Knight. Only the most dedicated fans remember him anymore. It frustrates you sometimes that such a great hero could be so easily forgotten. You will never forget him though, not anything from his teal tipped braids to his signature “Ehe”.

So when an opening for a front desk secretary at the Mondstadt Hero Agency opened up you put in your application immediately. Sure you already had a good job, but working at the agency Barbatos started would be a dream come true. Thankfully your resume got you an interview and the interview went surprisingly well. Apparently you remembering Barbatos was a huge advantage on top of your excellent work experience and recommendations.

When you got the job you could barely believe it! This was a dream come true and you resolved to not let them down. Your first day was absolutely amazing. You got a tour, a run-down of your responsibilities, and got some training. But the best part was meeting many of the heroes and sidekicks who work there, from Alchemist to Outrider to Dandelion Knight herself. The whole day almost didn’t feel real.

You settled into your new job easily and enjoyed it immensely, even if it was ridiculous some days. This just happened to be one of those days. Captain Cryo had been jumping on Dandelion Knight’s last nerve all day. Alchemist’s niece, Klee, had lost her babysitter again and was running around the agency causing chaos. Traveler’s sidekick, Paimon had gotten into another argument and was yelling loud enough that everyone in the agency could hear. And with all this you decided to stay after your shift for a while to finish up some work that needed to be done by tomorrow.

This ended up being the best decision you ever made. Fifteen minutes after your shift should have ended, a new hero slipped through the front doors. Your eyes glossed over him at first before you quickly looked back at him. Were those… teal tipped braids? Could it be? Yes, it had to be Barbatos!

You took a second or two to school your face before looking at him again. He wore a skin tight suit under a loose poncho with a utility belt and some other equipment, defensive and offensive, layered on top. The outfit is mostly dark grey with some dark teal accents breaking up the monotony. His steps were nearly silent as he passed by your desk, scanning his hero badge with the badge reader, and continuing deeper into the building.

Out of curiosity, you took a peek at the information on his scanned badge. Apparently he is an underground hero called Wind Spirit: the Freedom Hero. His specialization is organized crime, specifically dealing with the sensative cases like human trafficking. Not much more is there, but that’s to be expected since he’s underground.

Shaking yourself, you quickly close out the badge scanner software and finish your work for the day. You have work to do and can’t allow yourself to be distracted any longer. But once you finish and go home, you can’t stop thinking about it. Not even two hours ago you had been only feet away from your favorite hero of all time.

You’re so excited that it takes you a while to calm down. But when you do, you have questions. Why did he change his hero identity and go underground? He had been hugely popular. Why did he give that up for a job where he would get little to no recognition?

In the end, you decide it doesn’t matter. He obviously doesn’t want to be recognized or bothered, so you will respect that. It will be difficult but you resolve to try and treat him no differently than you do the other heroes at the agency. No one needs to know that you recognize him, not even him. That would probably be the easiest way to keep his secret. Pretend you don’t know it and play dumb if it ever gets brought up.

By the time you get to work the next day your mind is well and truly made up. In a moment of weakness you do request a change to serve half an hour later than you used to. You try to rationalize it to yourself a couple times, but know deep inside that it’s really just so you can see him. It’s kind of risky but it’s a risk you’re willing to take for a chance to see your favorite hero at the end of every shift.

As time goes on things go even better than you had expected. Apparently the first time you saw him, “Wind Spirit” had been exceptionally busy with a high risk case. Once that was taken care of he slowed down his entrance and started chatting with you as he came in. You learn more about him as a person than you could have ever imagined before.

He likes to sing and knows how to play several different instruments. His “ehe~” laugh is, in fact, how he really laughs and was not just him playing things up for the fans. Rhyming is a habit of his and he loves trying to fit it into casual conversations which bugs some other heroes, like Darknight, to no end. And most of all, he is one of the nicest people you have ever met.

From what you can tell, only a few other heroes know of his past as Barbatos. Dandelion Knight knows of course since she used to be his sidekick and now leads his agency. Darknight and Traveler seem to know as well. But other than that no one else seems to know. They do know him and consider him a friend, but are clueless as to his past.

But there is one other person that seems to know. Every once in a while La Signora, a sidekick from the Snezhnaya Agency, will show up loiter in the waiting area by your desk. When you ask how you can help she responds with, “No, I’m just waiting for someone. There’s something that I have been instructed to… acquire from an old colleague of my boss.”

While she has yet to stay long enough to see him, you’re fairly certain she’s looking for Wind Spirit. And she’s started staying longer and longer. If she keeps this up then she will actually run into him. And your quirk, which gives you emotional impressions based on people’s intentions, makes it clear that she is bad news.

After a couple of these visits you decide to take your concerns to Dandelion Knight. Once you make sure that she is available and have someone watch the front desk for you, you make your way towards her office. You take a deep breath to calm your nerves before you peak your head through the open doorway to make sure she’s there.

“Miss Jean, do you have a moment?” You ask cautiously. She looks up from the paperwork on her desk and smiles, obviously relieved to have a distraction from her work.

“Of course,” she says. “Come sit down. How can I help?”

“I have some concerns that I would like to inform you of,” you explain as you take a seat across from her desk.

“Sometimes La Signora comes in and sits in the waiting area for hours and hours at a time. She insists that she’s waiting for someone that she’s been asked to ‘acquire’ something from and that there’s nothing I can help her with. But my quirk is giving me the feeling that she’s up to no good.”

“Do you know who she is waiting for?” Jean asks you.

“Yes, she hasn’t told me outright but I believe she is waiting for Wind Spirit.” You inform her. Jean’s gaze immediately turns piercing and the mood of the room turns sour. You fiddle nervously in your seat as you wait for her response.

“I’m authorizing you to call security if she tries to stay longer than she already has been.” Jean states after a moment of contemplation. Your eyes grow wide. “She is not to run into Wind Spirit under any circumstances, do you understand?”

You nod vigorously. “Of course, Miss Jean, I’ll be sure to let her know and do so if I must.”

She sighs and sends you a thankful smile. “Thank you. The Snezhnaya Agency has been trying to meet with him for some time despite our insisting that, as an underground hero, he is to be left alone. I’m sorry you have gotten caught up in all of this.”

“It’s fine,” you assure her. “I consider Wind Spirit a friend. I will do my best to make sure he is not bothered.”

“Thank you again then,” she remarks. “Is there anything else? I should probably get back to this.” She very carefully keeps her face neutral as she gestures at her paperwork, but you can see the budding grimace on her face.

“No, that is all,” you reply. “I’ll go get back to the front desk.” You get up and walk back to your desk, pondering this new development. To your non-existent surprise, you find La Signora in the waiting area. As usual, you ask if there’s anything you can do to help and she gives you the same response as always. But this time, you have something to say after she says her piece.

“Alright, just know that if you attempt to stay any longer than 4:30, I will have to call security to escort you out.” Her face was priceless as she ground out an acknowledgement before going back to waiting. You did end up having to threaten to call security several times within the next couple weeks, but it did the job and kept her off of Wind Spirit’s back.

In the meantime, Wind Spirit had started coming a little earlier and talking with you a little longer. If you didn’t know any better you would think he was trying to flirt with you. But no, he’s Barbatos. Why in the world would he be flirting with you? Sure he told you his real name, Venti, and lets you call him that now; but you’re just a secretary who got lucky. So you decide that he’s probably joking around with you. There’s a little part of you that hopes though. A part of you that wishes that maybe he might just mean it.

After all, what isn’t there to like? Venti’s a nice guy, makes you laugh, is undeniably attractive and around your age, and you love every moment he spends with you. It might also have to do with the fact that you’ve had a slight celebrity crush on him since he debuted that still hasn’t gone away. For now though, you just enjoy what you have. Why risk what you have?

Then you get sick and miss a day. One day is all it took. You had hoped La Signora would have stayed away for one day when you were stuck puking your guts up all day, but no such luck. While you had been away, the stand-in had ignored you and Jean’s very specific instructions to not allow La Signora to stay past time for some reason. So she ran into Venti and things went down.

You come into work the next morning, still queezie, but better, to find out that she’d stolen a valuable support item from him. A lot of people were running around like chickens with their heads cut off but you could barely breathe. You shouldn’t have missed yesterday. This is your fault. If you had been here it never would have happened.

Flopping down onto your chair at your desk, you bury your face in your hands and try to breathe. It’s not easy, especially with the stress of the situation and the fact that you are desperately trying not to cry. The one day I’m not here, you think to yourself. A tear rolls down your cheek, hidden by your hands.

Then you feel a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, are you okay?” You hear Venti ask. With your face still in your hands you shake your head.

“No, no I’m not,” you choke out. “This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t gotten sick. I should have been more careful, I’m sorry.” You feel him go still. He must not have known. Now he must blame you, hate you, just like you do yourself.

As your thoughts start spiraling you feel two arms wrap around your shoulders and feel him pull you into his chest. “It’s not your fault,” Venti murmurs. “Tsaritsa has been trying to do this for years, it would have happened eventually. And I should have been strong enough to stop her. I guess I’m out of practice with the less subtle, more brute force type moves I used to use.”

“Yeah,” you muse. “You were a lot flashier as Barbatos, weren’t you?” You feel him go still again.

“You knew?” He questions. Then your brain catches up to what you just said.

“Whoops, yeah, uh, I knew,” you stutter. “Ever since I saw you, really. But you didn’t mention it and didn’t seem to want to be recognized so I didn’t mention it. I was a huge fan, by the way- still am.”

Venti squeezes you lightly in the hug. “Thank you, it really means a lot that you kept quiet about it. And besides, she stole my gnosis in full view of a camera so we have a lot of evidence against her when we take this to court. A camera we only thought to put up once you brought up La Signora’s suspicious visits. So we have far more reason to thank you than blame you.”

Pulling back, Venti gently tugs your hands away from your face so he can look you in the eyes. “In fact, I should do something to thank you personally! Could I take you out to dinner? Like a date?” The emotional whiplash caused by his question made your head spin.

“Huh? Me?” You ask him. “You want to take me on a date?”

“Absolutely,” he confirms. “How about Good Hunter?”

“Sure,” you reply a little absentmindedly, still reeling from the realization that his flirting hadn’t been a joke after all. Your favorite hero is actually asking you on a date. The more you recovered, the more flustered and excited you got. “When do you want to do that?”

“Are you available Thursday? I have the day off so we could do it then. Our shifts aren’t really conducive to good date opportunities otherwise.” You nod in agreement.

“I’ll see you then!” You exclaim and peck his cheek before he hurried away to where Jean was calling him. The pink that bloomed on his cheeks was adorable.

By Thursday the court case had been closed up and Tsaritsa revealed her true colors as a villain. Things had been crazy but, thankfully, Venti had still gotten the day off. Your date went wonderfully and you both agree that the next one can’t come fast enough.

He calls you the hero of his story and you call him the hero of your heart.

#eirika writes #venti #genshin venti #venti x reader #genshin impact x reader #mha au

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So Much Worse Than A Phantom Limb, Chapter 1 (BakuDeku)

Katsuki gritted his teeth against the noise bouncing around the classroom walls. The class was chattering animatedly as they waited for Aizawa, who was already ten minutes late. He was trying to go over his English homework, but he couldn't fucking concentrate—partly because of all the goddamn noise and partly because Deku was late too, and hadn't texted him to inform their homeroom teacher like he usually did.

He was trying to ignore the second point. After all, maybe he'd texted his nerd squad instead.

Aizawa dragged himself into the classroom at the twenty-minute mark. Iida even started to scold him until he recognized the haggard set of the teacher's face. He looked even worse than usual.

"Midoriya was involved in a villain attack. He is currently in the hospital. No one is permitted to see him—" he paused, eyes sliding to Katsuki who tensed immediately. "Except you. His mother requested your presence specifically."

Katsuki, who had gone deathly still, nodded once.

"Excuse me, but why him?" Uraraka asked, voice saccharine but shaded with barely discernable malice. "They can't even be in the same room together without fighting."

"It's what Mrs. Midoriya requested, and therefore the final answer. If I hear that any of you try to see Midoriya against his family's wishes, you will be immediately expelled." He stated, dark glare cutting across the room to the most likely perpetrators.

"Sensei," Bakugou called his attention back. "Do you mind if I call my mother to make sure she knows? Auntie shouldn't be alone in the hospital until I'm done with classes." Katsuki spoke, face carefully blank—almost bored to a careless observer. Aizawa was not a careless observer. He took in the rigid set of his shoulders and tight press of his lips and clenched fists and paling features and read the fear and concern in his student like an open book. After months of observing his two most problematic problem children, it wasn't a surprise to him. The rest of the class seemed shocked that he even had a considerate bone in his body.

"Of course. Take your time." Aizawa gestured to the door, and Katsuki hurried out, ignoring the shock on his friend's faces or Uraraka's steely glare.

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Auntie Inko had enveloped him in a hug as soon as he'd walked into Deku's hospital room. She was shaking—a violent full-body tremble that belied her fear. He could hear his mom speaking, but wasn't really processing her words because over Auntie's shoulder he was staring at Deku's prone form.

He was hooked up to a ventilator. There were dark purple bruises under his eyes. Katsuki had seen him less than twenty-four hours ago, and he already looked emaciated and pale.

Something was seriously wrong.

Aizawa was with them, discussing the minutiae of Deku's clearly serious quirk incident. He wasn't listening, because Deku was so still and quiet that if it weren't for the monitor, Katsuki would think he was dead.

Dead.

An intrusive picture flitted across the back of his mind—an image of what life would be like without Deku. He shoved it aside.

He couldn't think about it. Not in front of Auntie Inko.

But then he finally heard what the adults were saying. Took in every detail about what was wrong with Deku. And he thought about it anyway.

There was a buzzing under his skin and a tightness in his chest. Lesser mortals would call it panic—or maybe terror. But he was the strong one. He didn't even panic when he'd been kidnapped. If he panicked now, everyone else would break.

He didn't have that luxury, but he supposed that was the price of being the strongest. Only one person could handle the full weight of his fears.

He could panic when Deku woke up.

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Deku was in a coma.

A fucking coma.

On Friday, the nerd left to see his mom for the weekend. On Monday, he was in a goddamn coma.

With a concussion.

And two skull fractures.

And a shattered tibia.

AND under the effects of an unknown but obviously deadly poisoning quirk.

Thankfully, Aizawa had been there and had gotten that information first hand, so he wasn't responsible for relaying it. Unfortunately, the eighteen other idiots he lived with didn't see it that way.

"Any news?" Eijiro asked him before he'd even taken his shoes off.

"His medical care is confidential. Fuck off, Shitty Hair." He grumbled, beelining for the kitchen where every-fucking-one else was waiting. He bit back a growl of sheer frustration and exhaustion and powered through. He needed to eat like...six hours ago.

"Bakugou! How's Deku doing?" Uraraka called as soon as he was in sight. "Fuck off Round Face." He grunted, grabbing his leftovers from the fridge and slamming the door behind him.

"C'mon! If you're the only one who's allowed to see him, you gotta tell us how he's doing!" She insisted, crowding him.

He's fucking dying. He thought vitriolically. And there's nothing I can do. "I don't have to tell you shit. Get the fuck away from me." He snapped, moving to stalk past her.

She grabbed his arm. "Hey! Don't walk away—"

He detonated the hand she wasn't clinging to right next to her face. "Get the fuck off me." She dropped his arm immediately. "Let me leave this fucking kitchen or I'll blow up the fucking building." He snarled.

He stormed into his room, shoulder checking anyone who tried to stand in his way or ask him fucking questions. He knew they were curious and worried, but fuck why were they putting the responsibility on him to be the bearer of disastrously shitty news? Did he seem like the type of person who handled emotional bullshit well?

He slammed the door to his room behind him as loudly as possible without actually breaking the door, ate his cold-ass leftovers, and dropped himself onto the bed.

And finally—finally—he cried.

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Eijiro was waiting for him when he opened his door the next morning. He almost slammed it shut again at the look on his face.

"What."

"Walk to class together? I can help fend people off." He offered. Katsuki studied him skeptically. "I heard you last night, man. We share a wall." Fantastic. Shitty Hair had heard him crying like a bitch. Spec-fucking-tacular. "And you're right, his business is confidential and it's not your responsibility to keep us updated."

"Like that'll stop the nerd squad from prying anyways," Katsuki grumbled, pulling his door shut behind him in acceptance of Eijiro's offer to be his human shield. They walked in silence most of the way, but fuck Eijiro was a good friend, so he knew what was coming next.

The redhead stopped him just outside the main entrance. "I'm only gonna ask this once because I know you'll blow me up if I go overboard," Eijiro stated. Katsuki tried hard not to crack a smile. "Are you okay?"

Katsuki stared at him for a long moment, considering his options. He could lie. He could tell him to fuck off. But Eijiro was a good friend. "No."

Eijiro looked surprised at the admission but schooled it down quickly. "Anything I can do?" Katsuki shook his head. "Well let me know if that changes, okay? I'm here for you Bakubro."

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Lady Bela Dimitrescu AU

So um... I am writing an AU where Bela becomes a fifth lord and becomes the hot villain she is destined to be.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32517028/chapters/80651974

Summary: Bela Dimitrescu's biggest fear was disappointing her mother until Mother Miranda taught her her own worth and nurtured the knowledge hungry soul of her eldest granddaughter. Familial connections break, severed for the rest of time, replaced by hatred and accusations. Under her grandmother's guidance, Bela rises to power and blossoms as a young Lord.

Chapter 1: The Beginning to the End

She’d visited the castle on the first day of summer, not for a visit with her false “daughter” but rather the eldest of the Dimitrescu girls, Bela.

Bela, who hadn’t received word about a meeting until hours prior.

Bela, who hadn’t been informed as to why this meeting was taking place.

Bela, who was now running down the halls like her life depended on it -- and maybe it did.

Bela swept through the castle, moving at her quickest speed -- a sight seldom seen by the maids and servants that journeyed through the halls to their next tasks. Even when the blonde was hunting her prey, she kept to a slower speed to make the chase last longer.

But this was different. This was different on every single range, scale, and.. and.. some other form of.. something! She doesn't know. Too many other things to focus on.

For instance, why her?

She's the eldest. If Mother Miranda -- Grandmother Miranda? She doesn't know. That's an entirely different can of worms that she isn't even sure she's allowed to open--

If Mother Miranda wished to speak to one of the girls, then of course she would choose the eldest. It was only logical.

But, still, why?

It'll be okay, she's sure. It's not like the dignity of the entirety of House Dimitrescu and Mother Miranda's favor resides on her shoulders alone or anything....

It did. It totally did.

If this meeting goes well then that will go over very well with Mother. After all, the only person Mother cared about pleasing was Mother (Grandmother?) Miranda. So, logically, Bela should do her best to please her too.

Then it's settled. She's doing this, and she's going to succeed.. in whatever this meeting is about. Details were scarce and that did nothing to soothe her nerves.

The eldest Dimitrescu girl took a deep breath, and pushed into the Opera Hall.

"My apologies for my lateness, Mother Miranda. I offer no excuses." The girl bowed her head and clasped her hands neatly in front of her, not even having dared to look up at her.

But when she did...

Never had she seen such strength embodied by such beauty, perfectly wrapped by an air of grace. From those steely blue eyes burning a hole right through her, to the feathered headdress, and that weathered, gold mask -- avian in appearance.

She was ethereal.

She was Mother Miranda.

“Silence, Bela. You will not be punished this time.”

This time.

Bela knew better than to miss -- or dismiss, for that matter -- a single word that the woman before her speaks. That would be suicide in itself. She knew that.

“Have a seat, won’t you? We have much to discuss.” The elder of the two not only gestured to a seat but took one directly across from it, as if this were her domain -- and, it is, in a way.

“Much to discuss” , as it turned out, would be the end of it all -- the end of anything that mattered -- the end of Bela’s humanity. Though that didn’t happen until much later. Not because it was a slow process. No, the process was so quick that it had happened in almost the blink of an eye. Seemingly overnight, the eager to please Bela had become quite the enigmatic piece of work, pushing and fighting with not only her sisters but every little word that came from her mother’s mouth. All beginning with this simple meeting.

“Yes, Mother Miranda.”

“Don’t look so anxious, dear.” Almost subconsciously Bela’s brow pulled together, nose crinkling. Had she been appearing worried? She hadn’t meant to -- and she was very sure that she had a far better grasp on her expressions than her sisters, and sometimes even her mother. “How are you? Your sisters?”

“We’re.. Very well, thank you for asking. With..” To ramble, or not to ramble? That is the question that plagues her, that she knows must be a split second decision. Too many words could anger her but too little would do the same. “With the start of summer comes higher temperatures. My sisters and I are very excited to be able to get out and breathe the fresh air and hunt deer once again. It gets unbelievably stuffy in here during the entirety of winter, with every fireplace constantly roaring and the lack of air coming in any other way.”

Mother Miranda did not speak, she didn’t even look at the girl, eyes cast to the piano that she’d been observing when Bela arrived. It obviously received a great deal of use. By which daughter? Alcina did indulge at some point, she knew that, but with her current height… That was an unlikely hobby for the Lady of the house.

“Um..” What a fool she is, spluttering like a beached whale. Hasn’t Mother taught you anything? She had, but in such a presence, how was Bela meant to remember a single word? “Do you.. Like--”

“Who plays it?”

“We-- We all do. Mother insists that any well taught young lady can play piano.”

“Play for me.” Then, as an afterthought, “Anything.”

Anything. Couldn’t she have made it easy on her? Bela knew many songs, but choosing the right one would be of utmost importance. What if she chooses the wrong one? That’s death, isn’t it? Mother Miranda is not a forgiving person or a merciful one, from her understanding. She would kill someone who did something as little as lightly agitate her.

At least, that’s what Mother says.

Clearing her throat, the blonde stalked over to the piano, giving an unsure glance over to the crow-like woman and receiving an encouraging nod in return -- surprising. Her nerves loosened after that one show of.. Kindness? It could be perceived as that. It will be perceived as that.

Slender fingers flexed once -- twice -- before a sigh slipped past her lips and they began traversing over the keys, picking up into song as if that was all they’d ever done, as if she’d known nothing but dancing across those ivory keys. It was so easy to get lost in it. In the way t he bar began slow, low, and crescendoed in quick succession into the highest of notes where she danced a waltz of her own only to decrescendo back into the lows and begin the set all over again.

Happiness had found her there, sitting on that bench and quietly humming that Chopin tune. Even her confidence had weaseled back into her being, nestling just behind her heart, which quickly dropped as the robed woman took up the space beside her, causing the crashing of notes that would follow -- disharmonious, dissonant, cacophonous. All the words one could choose from, and yet Miranda chose--

“Beautiful, Bela. You’re very talented.”

“Really?” A laugh almost escaped her, a sigh of disbelief -- but Mother Miranda doesn’t say anything she doesn’t mean. She knew that, and so, she couldn’t help but beam with pride.

“Yes, yes. I wonder.. If your talents go beyond the realm of music.. say.. into science, perchance?”

“Well..” Whether or not she has a talent for science, she doesn’t know. On the rare occasion that she helped her mother in the lab, Bela didn’t usually do too much beyond handing over tools and prepping insertion areas. Even documenting dosages was outside the realm of what she was allowed to do. But.. science as a whole had always intrigued her, and though the Castle didn’t have much on the subject, she read as much as she could. “I.. would like to find out?”

“I’m glad to hear it, because I have a need for an assistant in my lab. Do you think you could do that?” After receiving an eager nod, Miranda continued. “Good. I will send a crow the morning that I need you, and I will expect you in my chambers by noon. Understood?” Another nod in response.

Satisfied by the eldest Dimitrescu’s compliance, the grand matriarch stood and swept away from the piano. Her eyes seemed to be scouring the room, seemingly observing the decor. In reality, her eyes merely moved with the track of her mind, going back and forth from thought to thought -- turning each and every one over repeatedly and tasting them. Some were far more sour than others, and some.. A special kind of sweet.

“Keep playing.” An offhand comment. Her attention was no longer in the room, and when Bela reached the end of her song near several minutes later, the rest of Mother Miranda had long since followed her line of thought out of the castle.

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Ats headcanons

I enjoyed doing the btvs characters, so I thought I would do some hcs for working in a store they frequent and meeting Angel characters, perhaps an obstacle to your relationship and how things would develop thereafter.

[Yes, there is some overlap with some of the characters that I did for the btvs hcs but it’s different stores and scenarios and a lot of the characters have had a bit of development since then!]

Warning: Spoilers for probably every season. Sex reference (only in one or two). Reader is cheated on by someone else in one hc.

I feel like these are slightly darker themes in some just cos the show is a little more like that than btvs. Some are so long I might as well have written out a fic but I like doing lots of different characters at once.

Feel free to request Hcs for any buffyverse characters I enjoy doing these !! 💖

Angel:

- Independent book store - He likes to go and buy from independent stores, he doesn’t trust buying from the internet - You are always extra helpful and you don’t mind that he’s usually quiet apart from thanking you - You often tell him if you’ve read one of the books and you liked it, or you tell him to tell you if its any good - You only ever see him in the dark or by the glow of the dimly lit store - He seems lonely to you, insular - You always enjoy that first Sunday evening of the month, because he pretty much comes in regularly - He really enjoys hearing you talk, you have lots of opinions on literature and the characters and some of them, he had never heard not in the centuries he had been around - You interested him and he liked that you didn’t know anything about demons, it meant he could feel almost human for the first time in a long time - You were his secret, none of his friends knew that he now exclusively shopped there because it meant he could see you, he had started talking just as much as you did - Sometimes, he cleared his whole evening and he would find himself caught in such an interesting conversation with you that time would fly by and you were supposed to have closed the store hours ago - He offers to drive you home, you accept happily and you really get on he might even invite you in and allow you to stay over if it gets too late (he would 100% take the couch no arguments srry) - So someone either barges in that morning or they insist they need to go to the bookstore with him next time he goes - I’m guessing Wes or Cordy - Both would sense the familiarity between you straight away and squint at him, checking if he’s gone evil because his face is actually contorted into a… pleasant smile - Either way they’ll start running their mouth about demons and angel will panic and pull them away leaving you confused - He’ll have to hurry away to take care of some demon, neither of you can stop thinking of the other for the full week - He’ll come in, sheepish, having to explain himself. Demons, all that. Probably feel guilty if he didn’t tell you he was a vampire too (cue an explanation of the curse) - You’ll surprise him, shrug, and ask if he wants to get a drink after your shift - First date of many, you might even join angel investigations after a while (not just bc you’re now in a very committed relationship with the boss)

Spike:

- You work in an electronics store. - His PlayStation stopped working (he threw it out of the window when he lost) so he’s demanding you fix it - You tell him it’s a write off. But you show him some good deals on a new one. - He smiles, thinking you were flirting, but it’s something you are supposed to do for your job - He pays with a debit card, that says it belongs to ‘Angel investigations’ - You presume he’s the named Angel, and say ‘Thanks Angel’ as he leaves - He turns back, starting to scowl, but then realises what’s happened. He keeps up the pretence so that Angel doesn’t figure out he’s taken the company card - He’s pretty lonely, so when he’s not swearing at his PlayStation, he’s thinking about the brief interaction with you at the store - He comes in a few more times, asking about accessories or extras he may need to make him win better - He sticks around for slow evenings sometimes. You start to chat to him, getting to know him, always giving him the warmest smile - Your hands probably brush against each other when you’re showing him something and he cannot stop smiling – it’s been the best thing that’s happened since he became corporeal again. Human touch. Your touch - Finally asks you out, you decide you’d love to spend time with him - There’s only one problem - You think his name’s Angel. So, he spends most of the evening telling you wild and very obviously made up stories about being an investigator and then becoming a CEO. - You go into a bar together and who should interrupt but the real Angel and he keeps calling your Angel by the name Spike. - You frown, having had enough and he’s caught up in some demon killing so he can’t come after you - He is too embarrassed for a while to talk to you again, but eventually waits for you after work - He explains everything, you roll your eyes and smile. The times you actually liked him had been when he was himself at the store. He would come in making you laugh and insulting customers under his breath to make you smile - You agree to have a do-over, introducing yourself again and smiling softly as he holds your hand under the counter before he continues to mutter his insults towards the customers.

Cordelia:

- You work for a temp agency, Angel investigations takes you on in their busy period (LA demons don’t listen to the curse of Halloween so it can get busy) - Real busy - So you are drafted in temporarily to help pick up calls - You have experience and you know all about demons (you used to live on a Hellmouth) - Cordy doesn’t get on with you at first, thinking you’re too perfect taking over her job - She wants her wage and its stretched thinner with a new employee - You reorganise the filing, make detailed notes and are really good on calls to potential clients - And you’re really friendly with her and she finds herself enjoying your company but she still gets suspicious of how good you are at her job - aka she gets a little jealous and it boils over one evening and she starts to ask Angel how long it’ll be until you leave - You overhear, ofc, and Angel’s eyes widen making Cordy turn and see your hurt face - And she feels really guilty when she sees she’s upset you - You just walk past her, pass Angel the files you had finished, and took your jacket to leave - Angel and Wes talk to Cordy, hinting that a lot of her attention has been on you recently – maybe she should think about why that is - You call in sick the next few days, thinking about checking if you can change your contract and be transferred somewhere else. She can’t stop thinking about you - When you’re finally back in, you start the day off in silence, trying to keep up your usual cheery phone voice - Cordelia comes straight in and apologises, handing you a hot drink exactly the way you like it - She hangs the call up that you were on, clicking the button in, losing you a client but this is more important - She tells you that she really likes you and she didn’t realise until she hurt you how much you meant to her in such a short time - She wants to know if she can make it up to you with maybe a dinner date? Say, tonight at that new place - Angel knows someone and helped her get reservations and you agree that it’s the least she could do which makes her smile

Wesley:

(sorry this isn’t in the best moment of his character arc)

- Hardware store - You get suspicious when he’s buying a list of things that makes you think he might be doing something he shouldn’t - You honestly don’t get paid enough for this, but you had to confront him in the car park for your own moral conscience - He has purchased a bucket, some rope, heavy-duty chains and a large mallet - So you shout, ‘Hey! Are you planning on killing someone?’ (you’re not great with tact) - He whips around so fast and stalks towards you it honestly scares you - He has a certain level of menace, like the English villains in cartoons - “That, would be none of your business” he mutters, realising he would have to go back in and buy more if he wanted to keep you in his closet too - “You know, if it’s something supernatural you might need more than a mallet” you offer, you can tell when someone’s seen something supernatural. Something behind their eyes - He just shakes his head and leaves, but all the while he’s apart from you he can’t stop thinking about you - He glares at the woman he has held hostage, wishing she would just give up her information do he could find Angel - He finds himself walking back to the hardware store - Some dithering excuse about the strength of the chains or wanting you to show him some alternative rope - Gets into a conversation with you about either how you know about demons or why you thought he was gonna kill people - You tell him very obviously he is at least holding a hostage, it makes him crumble slightly - He’s been through a lot, what with the almost dying. Twice - He tells you to follow him and you shrug, chucking your apron at your friend on shift, asking him to cover you - You spoke in the shadows, not able to see each others faces. He told you everything, like everything since he had moved to the U.S, Sunnydale, everything. - He could tell there was something about you, I mean asking him if he was gonna kill someone? You were intelligent, perceptive and to him: better than the job you were in - You then told him of your own darkest moments - Bonded through this, you parted ways, but your minds never left that spot. Never left each other - You met up regularly after this, you hinting that he should probably let the woman go now. Maybe there could be another way to find his boss - Then one day she was gone, his mood lifted and he pulled you into him and landed a kiss - You start dating, helping him sort through everything and you probably eventually join Angel Investigations, Wesley thinks you’re better suited with him anyway

Gunn:

- You serve coffee at a local diner 24 hour diner.

- He comes in every Friday, but he’ll start coming in more regularly when he spots you behind the counter

- After his shifts, before his shifts for a morning coffee even if he’s late into the office

- Finds himself spending more money than is feasible on eating out just because you’re there

- Decides he had better ask you out. So he does.

- Very cool, very collected

- you can’t help smiling at the way he’s leaning ever-so-cool across the counter

- You’re so pleased he likes you, he had definitely caught your eye, and you jump at the chance to go on a date with him

- There’s only one problem: he finds out you’re half demon and you have a big hatred for a certain mystical law firm that had ruined your family

- He’s cool with the half-demon thing, but it does mean he’s lying about where he works now

- He likes you too much to ruin it over anything like a job

- But one day, after dating a few months, you find out. You were summoned to a meeting at the top floor of the building, the only one that could translate as you passed for human

- There was some misunderstanding over the sacrificial killings being presumed murder by the CEO and his team

- You walked in to find your boyfriend shuffling his papers waiting for this translator he didn’t want to have to deal with

- This results in an argument in front of the whole team and your extended family who don’t really get what’s going on

- You storm away and Angel lets your family off due to the bad publicity he’s informed will take place if they do anything else

- Gunn lets you cool off but eventually can’t stay away and comes into your work and you try to ignore him

- he follows you into the back, apologising over your boss who is shouting at him for coming into the employee-only area

- he takes your shoulders, looks into your eyes and promises he’s working there for the right reasons, telling you that he’s on the right side of this but if you asked he could see about looking for different employment

- he wouldn’t stop saving the world, but he could transfer to some kind of ‘consultancy’ status

- you smile, appreciating the gesture but insist that he shouldn’t lose his job for you. You accept his apology and start to make things work - promising to be honest from then on

- he kisses you, cupping your cheek and moving your head towards him, the verbal promise sealed with the kiss you shared

Fred:

- you’re a barista in a coffee shop

- she’s always in early mornings and late nights, sometimes you open a little later knowing she’ll want her coffee with extra cream and sugar

- she always bashfully thanks you, insisting you shouldn’t have waited, so you have to admit seeing her is often the highlight of your day

- she’ll blush and shake her head, sipping slowly on her drink. She’ll grin and say it’s exactly how she likes it (you had it waiting for her, she didn’t have to order)

- you get to know her over the months she’ll pop in, becoming a really close friend of hers.

- which soon leads into more, both of you being very affectionate. It comes so naturally

- problem is that the tension in her office could be cut with a knife. Almost everyone had a crush on her, whether she was aware of it or not

- you became very insecure, distancing yourself from her after you noticed

- thinking maybe she would be better off with one of the others. she was so upset, her brow furrowing and her work not being her best

- she felt alone again, like she had when she was trapped on Pylea. she just wanted to speak to you about it but she couldn’t. she didn’t get why you were being so cold

- One day you notice one of the men in the lab harassing her at work when you pop in (your coffee store does deliveries now) and you cuss him out

- she smiles, grateful. Her nose scrunching as she smiled. You nod awkwardly, handing her drink and leaving which makes her deflate a little (she wanted you to stay)

- finally, she comes in on her day off - which is odd cos it’s so far from her apartment. she tells you she wants to spend time with you and she wants to know why you suddenly stopped seeing her

- you explain everything, on your break. She shakes her head and smiles fondly at your explanation.

- she promises the only one she has eyes for is you. You grin and she insists you should have spoken to her about it sooner

- you mysteriously come down with an ‘illness’ after your break and ask to take the rest of the day off and spend it in bed with Fred

Lorne:

- you work in an exclusive theatre, work in the ticket office for premiers

- You see Lorne a lot and always give him a winning smile

- He knows you by name straight away, he’s a people person

- But it was so more than that, he was absolutely entranced by you but you couldn’t tell - he was always around celebrity types what with his job so you felt like he wouldn’t want to look at you twice

- he always stopped to talk to you, savouring the moment you had together

- he was thinking of asking you to dinner, or to accompany him to a premier one time instead of you mostly staying in the ticket office

- however one time, before he had chance to ask, he brought a friend with him. Wesley

- he talked to you, Lorne visibly tense at the way he took a shine to you

- you start to date Wesley on and off after that evening,

- Lorne gets annoyed at the way he treats you, dropping you any time that Fred so much as gave him a second glance

- you felt lonely and sad, the only person able to cheer you up being Lorne

- he kept you company a lot, growing so close to the point you trusted him more than anyone. You were so comfortable with him, in the way

- he desperately wants to hold you in his arms, take care of you the way that you deserve

- one evening you say that you had better leave, Wes was supposed to be taking you out

- you walk to his office and find Wes kissing Fred. You scream, shout and then storm away

- Lorne hears the commotion, following you out and scooping you up and holding you into him

- the warmest embrace one you didn’t ever want to move from

- he stayed with you for months, building you back up for entirely selfless reasons.

- one day, way after everything that happened with Wes, he looks at you and his feelings let slip

- you smile, shocked. You hadn’t realised he felt that way - you had thought you would never have a chance with someone like him. You tell him this and and pulls you close

- you kiss, the passion that has been building since the day you met finally pouring between you. You both smile at each other and you pull him in again for another kiss

Doyle:

- You work the register in a liquor store

- He came in fairly often, the hard stuff the only thing that would help with the visions

- you like his humour, and his accent, and he always has a smile for you even if he’s had a crap day

- he really likes you but he doesn’t know how to tell you

- won’t shut up about you to Angel. So much so that even Angel was gonna march him over to your store and demand he ask you to put him out of his misery

- but luckily, you took a shine to him so you were the one doing the asking. Or, more hinting that you would be getting off your shift soon and that you could share one of his fine bottles of cheap liquor if he wanted company

- almost choked on his words in his enthusiasm, so he just nods and waits for you to grab your stuff

- you spend a lot of time just talking, sharing intimate details and connecting

- his irish lilt was music to your ears and he smiled in that boyish way he does when you tell him this

- You finish a bottle and since that night, he’s addicted. He wants to spend all of his time with you

- He keeps the visions secret at first, but eventually one night he has a bad one – needs to see Angel and you tell him he needs to rest

- You worry, but he’s insistent

- So you come with him and find out about the demons that you had never quite managed to notice before

- He shares, explains about everything while he’s holding you in his arms. Only thing is he manages to avoid the fact that he’s half demon himself.

- You become closer, noticing Angel and Cordelia (you were friends with them both now kind of) seemed to be hinting he needed to tell you something

- You only caught whispers, the end of conversations but you decided to ask him

- He avoided the question, he didn’t feel good enough. He didn’t want to lose you, you were too important to him – he thought you finding out he was demon would make you run a mile

- And then, one evening he had left to help at Angel Investigations when there was a knock at the door. It was a spiky green demon, apparently a distant relative of your guy

- You invited the demon in, making sure to be the perfect host(/ess)

- Doyle eventually came in, eyes wide and panicked when he saw the relative. You continued to pour the tea, offering him a cup which he declined and went straight for the hard stuff

- The relative stayed the night, at your insistence, and when you and Doyle went into his room to sleep you asked him to show you that part of him

- He reluctantly did, incredibly embarrassed. But you just kissed him softly and slipped into bed, patting the other side for him to join you

- He grinned, thanking his lucky stars and your relationship only grew from there

Harmony:

- You serve at a Demon bar.

- You make drinks and various cocktails of slime and blood

- Starts as a fling, she doesn’t expect it to be anything more

- Sometimes she’ll talk down to you or start nibbling on your neck. You get on at her to stop, she knew you were human to begin with

- She tries to use sex to distract you, but you want the romance too

- She isn’t used to people wanting a romantic relationship, so she expects you just want sex like her past relationships

- When she realises how soft you can be and how much she enjoys it, things change

- Harmony slowly starts moving her stuff in, suggesting brunch and calling you cheesy pet names that you find adorable.

- You find yourself excited about this, she appears well-meaning and she’s very sweet with you. A little bit fang-happy sometimes but you can let that slide

- You treat her with kindness that she isn’t accustomed to in relationships, she decides because of this its true love. Like in a romance novel.

- Absolutely not used to such kindness.

- You’re happy with her excitement, not because she was treated so bad, but because she feels for you like you feel for her.

- When she double-crosses the people she was supposed to be loyal to, you have a big argument

- You love her, but she relies on the ‘I’m a vampire’ excuse and won’t take responsibility

- There’s a rough patch and both of you are so upset without the other

- But she comes back to the home you shared one evening, calling you the sweetest pet-names and apologising in her own way

- You accept, continuing to date and explore a healthy relationship, trying to help her with her own self-worth too

Lindsey:

- Gas station

- You have served him both on his way in and out of town, the many times he has left and come back

- You don’t usually remember customers, but you do remember customers that have the seeming ability to grow back hands

- You were always kind to him, maybe a little extra friendly but he never usually stayed to chat

- He had been in a bad mood the last time you saw him, but he had nodded at you before he left

- He was coming back into town again this time, stopping for gas and you hadn’t thought you would see him again

- It had been such a long time, you figured he had finally moved away for good. You liked making up stories about the customers that stopped by, it made time go a little faster on slow nights

- Tonight you were on your break when he rolled up in his truck, looking pleased with himself

- You were outside, catching some fresh air and he struck up conversation. He had a glint in his eye, some purpose he was coming back for

- He smiled, actually started sweet-talking you. It appeared that he had you in his memory too

- He asked if you wanted to see each other, now he was moving back to LA

- You have nothing to lose so you say yes agreeing to drinks to see where things went

- Things start out good, for a while. Until he asks you to quit your job and get a job and infiltrate a formerly evil law firm

- You have no experience, no anything but he manages to swing it for you. He just wants you to watch them, for now

- You realise you feel like you’re being used, there’s more to the plan than you realise

- You come home one night, a black eye after Angel ‘asks’ you if you know anything about the amulet – some girl that’s supposed to be dead said you weren’t the real liaison with the senior partners

- Lindsey apologises, gets mad at them for being cruel to you. Tells you everything, his plans, his reasoning. Says he wants to hurt them more now they’ve done this to you.

- He cant stop apologising while he holds you close to him in bed

- He loves you, he tells you and you choose to trust him. feeling it so intimately

- He looks out for you and he’s protective of you if you come with him to Wolfram and Hart ever

- Instead of getting caught up on the fight he catches your eye and decides, for the last time, to leave LA this time – he wants to take you with him

Lilah:

- Hotel check in. you’re a receptionist who basically runs the place

- Lilah’s having sex with someone senior for information that will get her a promotion

- You’re always nice to her, she’s always short with you

- One day you snap, asking why she’s such a bitch. You weren’t usually like this, but you had a bad day and it suddenly came out

- She smiled, arching an eyebrow and just turned to leave satisfied that nobody is as nice as you had been pretending to be

- She had been pushing your buttons on purpose, seeing how long it would be until you snapped

- It had surprised her and been a couple of months of her being rude to you

- she smiled, saying her door would be open if you wanted to do something about it

- It of course, started off with an angry passion, sex just because you could. for convenience and just to get frustrations out (from both of your jobs)

- It was easy for both of you, but suddenly after a while of your arrangement you let something slip in the throws of passion

- The ‘L’ word

- Boy was she mad at you for saying it. Shoving you almost off the bed, snatching up her clothes and calling you pathetic before she stormed away

- she refused to answer you calls after this, for a while. You didn’t realise she was scared of her won feelings that surfaced when you said what you did

- You came to her work, she threatened to call security but you mentioned a few confidential cases she had left around the hotel room that you managed to cast a glance over

- she agreed to let you into her office so you could talk

- and surprisingly, you did. She tried her best to keep you at arms length but the promise of someone to actually care about her with no ulterior motives was too much

- she agreed to meet you that night, the first tentative feeling of a relationship coursing through you, hopefully you could convince her to take a chance on you

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Her own path

Part 6: Class 1A. Younger? A plan.

Warning: Mention of Eri's bad dream/vision, de-ageing of a character, mention of pain, mention of cuts and bruises, Shigaraki being a bad father, some fluff, three caring villains, mention of Dadzawa, mumrogiri, soft Toga, soft Dabi, Shindenki implied, Tododeku implied and KiriBakugo implied.

Characters: Shigara, All For One, Kurogiri, Toga, Dabi, Shinsou, Aizawa, Present Mic, Eri, Mirio, Class 1A and Y/n

Description: Class 1A find out about Eri's dream/vision, something bad happens to Y/n and three caring villains come up with a plan to help Y/n.

Sorry I haven't updated a lot but I've been in and out of hospital with a family member so I haven't had chance to write but hopefully I will be able to update regularly. Please don't hesitate to comment or message me with any ideas you may have that I could use in upcoming chapters. Please enjoy🥰

Third person pov

The next day the sun shone through the windows of everyone wake them up so they could start a brand new day. People going about their daily business, heros going to the agency to get ready for patrols and the birds chirping sweet tunes.

The erasermic family woke up ready and excited to start the day well only two of them showed it, the other two looked sleepy as ever but don't get me wrong they were excited they just didn't show it. They set of to UA ready help get the festival ready to start. They weren't the only ones to arrive at UA early the other teachers also arrived early to help set up the festival. The erasermic family set of to the dorms to check on the students.

The eraser mic family arrived at the class 1A dorm and could hear muffled sounds from the other side.

"It looks like their awake and ready for the day" muttered Shinsou. Aizawa knocked on the door and the muffling seemed to quieten down and shuffling towards the door could be heard. The door opens to reveal Midoriya who looked as happy as always and behind him all of class 1A and Mirio sitting in the common room who looking like they were talking about how excited they were about the festival. The erasermic family walked in followed by Midoriya who closed the door behind them.

"Morning Everyone" Mic shouted which startled all of the students include Midoriya who was making his way over to one of the sofas. The student all replied with their own versions of morning to the loud teacher.

"Good morning students we are here to drop Eri off whilst we help the other teachers set up for the festival, so make sure you don't hurt her or lose her or eles" Aizawa informed his class with a glare which made the class nod their heads with most of them having a look of fear of their faces. Mic managed to drag his husband before he scared the kids to death whilst saying a goodbye to both Eri and Shinsou before leaving them with class 1A.

Shinsou pov

After the door closed Denki rushed over to me engulfing me into hug and giving me a kiss which I tensed up at before slowly returning the affections.

"Hi everyone" cheered Eri which a huge smile which seemed to make everyone including Bakugo melt. Everyone returned the greeting in their own way.

"So how are you doing this morning my lovely boyfriend" Denki whisper to me in my ear whilst still clinging on to me.

"In fine" I replied quietly.

"So Eri are you excited for the festival" Mina beamed with a close eyed smile.

"Yes" Eri replied just as cheerily as Mina whilst me and Denki sat down on the couch. Then everyone started to talk in the own little groups Midoriya and his boyfriend Todoroki with Mirio, Bakugo and his boyfried Kirishima, the girls with Eri and the boys talking with me and Denki, well Denki was talking I just imputed now and then. We then were all startled by the girls shouting at me.

"Shinsou you never told us you were getting another little sister" all the girls cried out. Everyone all turned to me with a look of shock across the faces.

"W-what" I stuttered confused.

"Eri told us that you were" Uraraka exclaimed excitedly. Eri looked towards me with a smile her eyes filled with happiness.

"Umm Eri why don't you go to your room you have here and pick out a nice dress for the festival and I'll come and help you in a minute okay?" I asked Eri.

"Sure" she cried out before making her way out of the common room giggling as I turned back towards everyone.

"So what Eri said is not exactly true" I addressed to the group before me.

"What do you mean by that?" Kirishima questioned me with a confused look.

"Well last night at dinner Eri was spacing out, thinking about something that was on her mind and obviously me and my dads asked her if she if she was okay and what was wrong but her replied made us worried a bit because, becaus-" I stated before trailing off at the end.

"Becasue of what?" Denki exclaimed leaning in closer to me with everyone waiting to see what I would say.

"Becasue she said she has this weird dream that she thought that might be a real vision" I exclaimed with worry lacing my tone.

"W-what sort of vision?" Midoriya stuttered. All of them looked at me again with their eyes begging me to continue. I sighed before telling them what Eri told me and my dads last night.

"Wow that's a weird dream to have sounds more like a nightmare" Sero pointed out.

"I know, me and my dads still don't know what that is about and don't tell anyone else about this I'm trusting you guys because you mean a lot to Eri" I stated.

"Of course we won't we all adore Eri" Uraraka cheered whilst all of the other nodded in agreement.

"Also last night before I went to sleep I hear my dads and Eri talking. Eri made wish on a shooting star which she wants to come true and shocked my dads to the core" I exclaimed the class leaned in waiting for me to continue.

"She wished for a sister a little bit older than her but younger then me" I declared.

"So what did your dads say" asked Denki with excitement.

"Well when they left Eri's room and went to theirs I heard them talking about it. Mic seemed happy about having another but Aizawa on the other hand not so much but still consider it, they both seemed to agree to talk about it more at a later date" I stated before finishing with a sigh.

"I hope they do I think it would be super manly for Eri to have a sister to play with" kirishima yelled which everyone agreed with.

"Well I better go and help Eri" I blurted before waking out of the common room to go and help Eri leaving the class and Mirio to their own devices.

Third pov

Class 1A and Mirio sat there is in thought before going to their own dorms to get ready.

~Meanwhile at the league of villains base~

Y/n woke up to Kurogiri shaking her up to get ready and telling her that Shigaraki wanted to see her after breakfast. After breakfast Y/n made her way to see Shigaraki.

~With Shigaraki~

All For One and Shigaraki were talking to one another about the plan they had for today.

"I'm a bit worried about the plan today" All For One stated.

"Whys that" asked Shigaraki confused.

"I'm worried that Y/n might do something to ruin the plan" All For One sighed which Shigaraki nodded his head to agree with.

"So how are we going to prevent that?" Shigaraki asked.

"Well I have an idea, you see children are much more easy to control and manipulate when their very young" exclaimed All For One.

"But Y/n is young" remark Shigaraki.

"Yes she is but not young another to control and manipulate if she refuses to cooperate which we have already seen with our own eyes" All For One informed Shigaraki.

"What can we do? It's not like we can make her younger?" Shigaraki questioned with a confused look.

"Ahh but we can" proclaimed All For One

"How?" Shigaraki asked confused.

"With one of the quirks I have. It's called de-ageing" All For One declared whilst Shigaraki gave him a confused look.

"Let me explain. This quirk allows me to de-age my victims with one touch. I decide what age I want them to be de-age to and once I do its irverable meaning no one can reverse the victims back to their actual age. The victim still have the same memories and mind of the actual age they once were, they are also still able to grow up" All For One explained.

"So your going to use it to de-age Y/n so that it's easier to control and manipulate her?" Shigaraki asked.

"Yes. Today the day were the symbol of peace has his last breath" crackled All For One which Shigaraki also did. They both then were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in" command Shigaraki.

Y/n pov

After hearing Shigaraki command I walked in, the door closing with a bang behind me. I stood in front of All For One and Shigaraki waiting to see what they wanted to talk to me about.

"So as you know today is the day that we put the plan into action" All For One informed which I just nodded my head yes to.

"But there is a problem we have come across" stated All For One turning to face me.

"That problem is to do with you my dear daughter" exclaimed Shigaraki also turning to face me.

I'm a problem what do they mean by that?

I kept think of different things that could mean, I was worried but did show that to them I just kept up my blank dull state.

"You see my dear you could easily do things that we don't want you to do" exclaimed All For One, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"You see in order to make sure this plan is a success you need to be younger in order for us to control you more easily" proclaimed Shigaraki.

"And to do that I need to use my de-ageing quirk on you on my dear" declared All For One before explain to me what the quirk was. After he was done explain I was shaking with fear. Shigaraki stood behind me holding by my neck with his pinky finger not touching me whist All For One stalked towards me slowly. Once he was in front of me his hand slowly reach towards my head whilst he started to speak again.

"Don't worry my dear it won't hurt ... not that much anyway" he chuckled before touching my head with his hand.

As soon as he touch my head pain started to flow all through my body. Shigaraki let go of my neck which made me crumple to the the floor. My body felt like is was getting squashed. I could feel my bones shrinking, I could hear ringing in my ears and I felt like I was on fire. I squeezed my eyes shut hoping that it would help with the pain but it didn't. After about what felt like a hour of pain even though it was a minute the pain suddenly stopped. My body felt different from what I could tell. I definitely felt like i was small. I opened my eyes to see All For One and Shigaraki looking down at me, Shigaraki had a wicked smile on his face.

"It worked" Shigaraki chuckled evily whilst I struggle to my feet, it took me a few seconds but I managed to stand steadily on my feet. I then notice that I had indeed shrunk as I was much more shorted than before as I used to be up to Shigaraki upper half but now I was half way up to his legs.

Third pov

All For One put his hand on Y/n back and pushed her towards a mirror. She could now see how much she changed. Her face looked younger than before with still the same cuts and bruises as before, but they looked bigger now due to her face being a bit smaller. Her arm and legs were shorter and also liked her face had the same cuts and bruises but bigger. Her hair was still the same colour but now was longer in length as in now almost touched the floor. The girl now instead of being 11 years old was now a 4 year old. All For One and Shigaraki was please with the result as they now thought it would be easier to control and manipulate her.

Oh how wrong they are.

After Y/n transformation Shigaraki lead the girl back to her room before then going to get Kurogiri and explain the situation to him. After Shigaraki turn around and left, a very shocked and worried Kurogiri rushed to Y/n room only to be met with a now 4 year old version of the form 11 year old. Kurogiri hugged the young girl and kept muttering 'sorry' over and over again as he could believe the All For One would go this far and that Shigaraki would let this happen to his own flesh and blood. Toga and Dabi can to the room after eavesdropping on All For One and Shigaraki earlier. The three caring villains managed to find some clothes to put on her new small form but they were baggy with the t-shirt looking like a dress on her and the short sort of fitting her due to Toga managing to pin them up. After Dabi and Toga left Kurogiri checked the younger girl cuts and bruises over, the cut on her back looked much more bigger than before now the girl was smaller.

After leaving the small girl in her room Kurogiri, Toga and Dabi met up were they started to plan a way to help the girl get away. They end up coming up with a somewhat sort of a plan. Toga and Dabi packed a backpack with all the girls things that she had in her room that she owned. Toga gave the backpack to Kurogiri who put in a file that had all information about Y/n which included her background. He then let it hang in one of his warp gates ready for the plan. The three villains all joined the other villains in the main area where Shigaraki was also was waiting with Y/n by his side. He then commanded Kurogiri to use his warp gates which they all walked through ready for the fight ahead with all different thoughts in their heads.

Shigaraki thinks about finally ending the symbol of peace. The other villains thinking about how they can't wait to fight some heros. Kurogiri, Toga and Dabi hopping that Y/n will choose the right choice in order for their plan to work. Y/n thinking about what to do. Everyone hopping the fight will be over as soon as is starts especial Y/n who doesn't want to fight.

But little does Y/n know her fight is just beginning.

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52 Project #22: Lynx

Her name is… she’s sure she can remember it, if she tries hard enough. It was something that started with a sound she can’t make any more, which lets out all the vowels, and r, and m and n, and s, so… something else. Was it Lisa? Maybe it was Lisa. Or could it have been Laura? It’s so hard to hold her memories in her head.

The people she’s living with gave her a name, since she couldn’t exactly tell them what her name used to be. They call her Athena. This is awfully ironic. Athena was the goddess of wisdom and craft, she can remember that, even if she can’t remember her own name. And now, with her memories shattered and stuffed into a brain vastly smaller than it once was, and all her dexterity gone forever, she has no wisdom and she cannot do crafts.

One of the people she lives with, a woman named Jane, opens the refrigerator. Athena smells delicious food. Ooh, is that a rotisserie chicken in there? If she times this just right, she might be able to grab the chicken and run off with it. The fridge is one of the kind with a pull-out freezer drawer on the bottom, making a convenient ledge for Athena to sit on. She waits until Jane is busy trying to get milk off of the door, and leaps, standing and stretching to grab the chicken, using the shelves of the fridge to keep her erratic balance.

“Athena, what are you doing? You ridiculous cat. Are you trying to get the chicken again?” Jane asks, in the tone of voice humans use to talk to little children and pets, and it grates on Athena’s nerves fiercely. You don’t have to talk to me like that. I understand you! But of course, she has no way of conveying that. At one point she tried to rip keys off a keyboard so she could spell out the truth of what she was, but her cat brain couldn’t handle making sense of the symbols on the keyboard and she wasn’t sure she still knew how to spell anything. What sound did a D make, again? Was it the buh sound or the duh sound?

Jane’s hands push Athena out of the refrigerator, with no chicken, and Athena screams at her in frustration, but it comes out as a cat’s yowl. She’s so tired of eating cat food. There’s only one kind of cat food she finds even remotely palatable, because it’s so bland, so that’s what they feed her… but eating the most boring food in existence because the taste of everything else she might eat instead is just horrible does not thrill her. She wants chicken. And ham. Not fish, she’s so sick of fish. The smell of fish from the super-concentrated cans of wet catfood made from fish has sickened her to the point where she won’t eat fish on a plate either. Beef smells good, but she can’t easily chew it.

There were foods she used to like, once upon a time, that are lost to her now. She remembers loving cake, but she can’t remember what it tasted like, and when she sniffs at cake now, it smells like cardboard. Cats can’t taste sugar. Or smell it, apparently. Rather, she can smell it – she can smell so much, now – but it doesn’t smell good.

“Come on, kitty. Let’s check your bowl,” Jane says, leaving the milk on the counter. She walks over to the cat feeder, which is half full. Athena hadn’t wanted the chicken because she was hungry, she wanted the chicken because she was so goddamn sick of cat food. “No, see, you’ve got plenty of food!” Jane shakes the feeder, making more crunchy bits fall out of the hopper and into the bowl.

Athena gives up. She stalks over to the door and stands up, trying to reach the doorknob. If she just was a slightly longer cat, she might… just… reach…

Jane approaches, and Athena falls down, the effort of being bipedal even with the door to support her overwhelming her. She meows again for good measure.

“Oh, if you can’t get my chicken you want to get out? Okay, fine,” Jane sighs, and opens the door.

Athena sits at the threshold, breathing through her nose, letting all the scents come to her, checking to make sure there are no enemy cats in the area. Humans plainly do not understand this. “Go on, now, you wanted to go out,” Jane says, and touches Athena’s backside lightly with her foot, signaling that if she doesn’t go on her own power, Jane might scoot her out with a foot. It’s not a kick, it’s not painful, but it’s humiliating.

I had a house once, just like you. I had pets. Dogs, not cats. It isn’t that Athena didn’t love cats in her human incarnation; she didn’t have pet cats precisely because she loves cats, and the idea of risking the destruction of a beloved pet’s mind if something went wrong frightened her. The cat she is now was a stray, and she still feels bad about it. Whoever this cat was before Athena rode her that final time, she’s gone forever now, probably.

Well. Time to go dumpster diving… wait, is that Jay?

The gray tabby male approaches her, the comforting scent of him wafting toward her. Athena waves her tail in excitement, and smells Jay’s happiness at seeing her. They sniff at each other’s breath. Ugh, Jay must have gotten into some fish.

As soon as he smelled her breath, Jay paces away from her, then turns back to see if she’s following. Hopefully he isn’t leading her to fish, but Athena is pretty sure Jay knows she hates fish. It’s hard for her to tell what other cats know – her own mind is a human mind stuffed awkwardly into a cat brain, where it doesn’t fit, her cat instincts often confused and jangled by inappropriate human memories. She has no idea what it’s like to think like a real cat. Do cats have enough theory of mind to be able to tell that another cat has a food preference?

But what Jay leads her to was a fast food bag spilled on the ground, with chicken nuggets inside it.

Yes! Athena tears up the chicken nuggets, removing the unappetizing coating and ravaging the meat inside with her teeth. The bag is probably from… oh, no, she can’t have lost that, that name used to be everywhere, what was it… Mike something? Mike Burger? Maybe. Since getting stuck in a cat, Athena’s lost the ability to read logos; something about her limited color vision and maybe about how the cat brain processes information, she isn’t sure.

Afterward, she and Jay walk down the street, inspecting their territory, checking where other cats put down markers. One good thing about this transformation – cat pee only smells bad close up. At a distance, what she’s picking up are the pheromones, which would tell her a lot about the other cats, if only she knew how to interpret it. So far she’s gotten “male”, “female”, “neutered”, “pregnant” and “kitten” from scent, and that’s about it. Jay is probably getting a lot more, but contrary to children’s books, cats do not have a language; Jay can’t convey any really complex information to her any more than she can to a human. They’re friends, but she can’t talk to him.

The part of her that is human, and expects to be able to talk to her friends, is so goddamn lonely.

“Oh, as I live and breathe. Is that – are you Lynx?”

Athena can’t recognize human faces the way a human can anymore, and when she was human she didn’t have the sense of smell that she has now, but the sound of a human voice sounds the same whether she’s a human or a cat. Cats can hear it further away, but it sounds the same.

Before she can control her reaction, she backs up, fur standing on end, and hisses at the speaker. Jay looks at her, at the human she’s hissing at, and bolts – cats don’t stand their ground to defend other cats very often, aside from mothers with kittens. She doesn’t hold it against him.

“Oh!” The human laughs at her. “You look so ridiculous like that! Calm down, we’re no longer enemies.”

Really? Athena thinks at him. Could have fooled me.

Slither, whose name is in no way an accurate representation of his powers, chortles. “Oh, come on now. When you were with a team, and you had your human body anchoring you, you were a threat, but now? You don’t even remember your name, your mind is in complete disarray, and you have no powers beyond the abilities of any house cat. I have nothing against you, now that you’ve been defeated so thoroughly. Does the Watch even know what happened to you or where you are?”

Athena struggles to remember. The Watch. It sounds so familiar.

“Oh, ha! You don’t even remember your own team! This is too rich!” Slither snickers.

A team… yes. Yes, she distantly remembers. Images of men and women in tightly fitting clothing, or cloaks. Friends. She can’t remember any of their names, but she remembers the feelings. The warmth, the feeling of belonging. The joy of fighting by their side. The despair when she realized they thought she was dead, that they won’t even look for her because her body was leaking blood and brains all over the room she should have been safe in and it will never occur to them that she’d survive that. She didn’t know she’d survive that. She always assumed that if she was riding a cat and her body died, she’d die… not stay behind in the cat, forever.

No, wait, that isn’t true. That’s why she never had pet cats, because she was afraid that when she died, she might accidentally jump into one of her own cats. When she rides an animal – rode an animal, she can’t really call what she’s doing now riding – the animal’s own mind would go dormant until she released it, but she always worried that if her body died while she was riding, the animal’s mind would be suppressed forever, effectively dead. She’s tried to find any evidence of the cat who used to live in this body, to no effect. Whoever she was, whatever family may have loved her once, she’s gone now.

But she never told the Watch about her fear – did she? Maybe she did and she just doesn’t remember.

“No, you never told them,” Slither says, and she remembers why he annoys her beyond all the other villains she’s fought. Slither’s a telepath. In the old days, when she was human, he couldn’t read her mind when she was riding – he complained one time it was something about her mind being in two places at once, executing on two different pieces of wetware. Obviously he doesn’t have that limitation any more, or they couldn’t be having this conversation. It’s not the telepathy that makes him annoying, though; it’s how supercilious he is about it. “Ever since Ms. Anthropy killed your human body, the Watch has practically fallen apart.” He puts his hands together next to his cheek and draws his shoulders in, a parody of a little girl over-emoting. “The poor dears! They never recovered from knowing that someone waltzed in through their defenses and killed the friend they thought they were protecting, while they were occupied elsewhere.”

I don’t even remember them, Athena thinks. They’re broken up over what they think was my death, and I can’t even remember them. She thinks she ought to care about this. She ought to be sad, but her cat brain just can’t muster up sorrow for the abstract concept of “people who cared about me once who I don’t remember”.

Slither squats in front of her, which makes it a lot easier to see him, because cat vision isn’t as acute as human. She stares at him with unblinking eyes, because that’s what cats do when they’re angry and proud and they don’t want to back down, and she memorizes what he looks like to her as a cat. He’s a white man, tall and boney, his skin a kind of pale yellow, which is normal for white people; she has a sneaking feeling that it really isn’t, that her human eyes could see and comprehend an entire color range that cats aren’t capable of, but without a human brain to anchor her she can’t imagine what that color could have been. His hair is long, sort of greasy, and he smells like he doesn’t shower very often, which doesn’t bother her as a cat nearly as much as it would have if she were human… after all, she herself never goes near a tub nowadays if she can help it. She remembers that when they were fighting, he used to wear a snake-themed costume; she remembers being surprised when she found out his powers have nothing to do with snakes, and his obnoxious laughter. (Not that they ever actually fought. Athena was immune to Slither’s power when she was riding, but Slither, like all humans, was entirely too big and powerful for a cat’s tiny claws to do much damage to; Athena was never a fighter. It was her job to gather intelligence, and also… something else? There was… something? It slips away from her and she can’t grasp it.)

“You poor, poor thing,” Slither says. “You were a worthy opponent, Lynx; I hate seeing what’s happened to you. You’re losing your mind, aren’t you?”

Losing? I can’t be more cat than I’ve already become; I think what I’ve lost I’ve lost, and everything else is still here.

“Of course you’d think that,” Slither says. “If you were human, constantly being presented with human tasks to do, and you were losing the ability to do them, you’d notice. But you’re a cat. You’re never asked to remember anything, or to do human tasks, so you have no opportunity to notice that your abilities to do so are slipping away.”

How would you know that?

“I checked up on you after Ms. Anthropy killed you, of course.”

Athena doesn’t remember dying. One moment she was in two places at once, processing through two brains at once, lying down in Watch HQ and riding a little tortoiseshell, and the next, she was disoriented and lost, the connection to her human self just gone. She was –

Wait! A flicker! She remembers just a little bit more about the Watch. She remembers slipping into their headquarters, and none of them were there. She went to where her body was, and found her own face unrecognizable, a hole blasted through her skull. It was unmistakably her, though; she’d smelled herself many times when riding cats, and her cat-memories transferred with her from cat to cat even though she hadn’t easily been able to access them as a human.

Athena remembers running, panicking. She should have stayed. She completely forgot that the Watch would care about her and think she was dead; cats don’t think of such things. She just ran.

You knew I was alive, but you didn’t bother to tell anyone else?

Slither shrugs. “I’m a villain, darling, I have no obligation to tell the heroes anything. And if you couldn’t be bothered to tell them yourself…”

I panicked and then I forgot who they were because I’m a cat!

“Details,” Slither says, waving his hand. “But listen. I’m not here to mock you – well, I’m not here just to mock you.” He laughs. “I wanted to make a deal with you.”

Athena gives Slither her best unimpressed look, which she imagines must look really unimpressed, given that she is a cat and they always look unimpressed. Why would I want to make a deal with you?

“Because someone needs to stop the Executive,” Slither says, quietly, very quietly, as if he’s afraid someone might overhear. She’s not sure she’d even be able to hear him if she was human.

Athena’s eyes widen and her tail twitches, her ears stiffening upright and pointing forward. You’re defecting from the Society?

Slither shakes his head. “Oh, no, no. I’m just like Fagin from that musical. You know, ‘Oliver’?” He breaks into song. “‘I'm reviewing the situation, I'm a bad 'un and a bad 'un I shall stay! You'll be seeing no transformation, but it's wrong to be a rogue in ev'ry way.’” He looks down at her. “Oh, come now. My singing’s not that bad.”

I wouldn’t know. Music’s a human thing. I understand the words you said, but it just sounds like you added some nonsense tones to the words.

“Everyone’s a critic,” Slither grouses. And then he speaks in her mind. Executive Dysfunction is out of control. He’s taken advantage of the Watch’s grief and guilt over losing you, and he’s made it far worse – paralyzing them, essentially. I’m sure you don’t watch the news, being a cat, but villains are running rampant, all over the state, and the Watch is barely able to pull themselves together to do anything about it.

Why do you care? Athena asks.

Because my success is contingent on there being a society for me to exploit, Slither replies with a note of mockery, but also more honesty than she expects from him. If there are no rich people, then there are no people I can steal passwords from and wire money to myself. If there is no stock market, there are no tips I can pick up from reading corporate leaders’ minds to make myself wealthy. If society collapses, I’m not going to get to buy anything with my wealth. He sits on the pavement, criss-cross applesauce. I didn’t know the Executive was an anarchist before this, or I’d never have signed up with the Society of Sin.

Athena gives him the unimpressed look again. How did you not know that when you can read minds?

I can’t read the Executive’s. Never could. Just like his power doesn’t work on me.

Executive Dysfunction’s power is to make people confused. That doesn’t sound like such a dangerous and formidable thing, but Athena knows better. In the heat of battle, confusion kills. Confused superheroes strike each other down with friendly fire, harm civilians, destroy property… or just plain fail. A superhero who loses track of what they’re doing in the middle of doing it is not likely to win the day. The Executive’s power never used to work on Athena when she was riding a cat, so she would yowl at her teammates, or nip them, or climb their legs, to break the fog and let them concentrate again. It’s counter-intuitive – you would think a cat yowling at you would break your concentration – but the confusion the Executive inflicts often manifests as the victim hyper-focusing on something useless, or letting their mind drift and keep shifting gears. She experienced it when she was just a human, one time, when she hadn’t found a cat to ride yet. So a swat with a paw or a well-timed kitty screech could break them out of it.

Without her, there might not be anyone left in the Watch who can fight Executive Dysfunction’s power. She still can’t remember who’s in the Watch. She hadn’t remembered either Ms. Anthropy or Executive Dysfunction until Slither mentioned them.

I don’t see what I can do about any of that. I’m a cat. Like you said, my hero days are over. She’s fairly sure she won’t be able to find Watch headquarters even if she tries.

“But you don’t have to stay a cat,” Slither wheedles, speaking aloud again.

Athena’s ears perk and she lifts her head, the picture of a cat who just heard something that alerted her. What are you saying?

“I’m saying that I could facilitate your transfer to a human body.”

If Athena were human, she might have paced, or fidgeted with her hands. The nervous energy drives her to start grooming herself, instead, because she’s a cat and that’s how cats calm themselves. You never had that ability before… did you? Athena didn’t mean to add the last, questioning part, but her command of her own memories is terrible and she knows it, and it makes her second-guess everything she believes about her past.

“My dear Lynx. I named myself Slither and wore snake costumes so people would make assumptions and never guess my true power. Do you seriously believe I’m incapable of hiding some of my full capacities, to keep them in reserve so no one will expect them when I use them?”

That… certainly sounded in character for Slither. That’s all you want me to do? Get my human body back?

Slither nods. “And then tell the Watch you’re alive, of course, and help them fight back against the Society.” He’s whispering again. “With you back to defend them from the Executive, and the grief that’s been dragging them down released, they’ll be able to beat him – he’ll never see it coming. He thinks you’re dead, too. Only I know the truth.”

Why only you?

“Because you were with your team on the battlefield when I could suddenly read you. The moment you sensed you didn’t have your human body anymore, I read it in your mind. And then you ran, but I’ve known since that moment that you were alive in the cat body.” He sighs. “I did think the deterioration of your mind might go a bit slower, though. The fact that you don’t remember any of your best friends that you fought beside for years… you can’t even read logos anymore, you don’t remember the existence of the color red, and what’s worse, your capacity for human problem-solving is fading. You can’t even grab yourself a rotisserie chicken from a refrigerator.”

Humans are bigger than me and I don’t have thumbs. How am I supposed to open the refrigerator when Jane or someone isn’t there to stop me?

“If you still had a human’s mind, you’d likely be able to come up with six different answers to that question, but cats don’t do very well on problem-solving tasks. Actually, dogs are smarter.”

Athena doesn’t dignify that with an answer.

“How interesting,” Slither murmurs. “You have to actually think in words, like a human, for me to be able to hear you. That’s not your default mode, is it?... Is it getting harder to do?”

Athena has no idea if it’s getting harder to think in words. Did she think in words more when this first happened? Or maybe less? Has she gotten more used to cajoling human patterns out of a cat brain? She hasn’t been paying enough attention to know.

“In any regard,” and now Slither stands up. “I’ve got things to do right now, but I’ll be back tomorrow, around noon. Oh, does noon mean anything to cats? Do you even know what time it is?”

When the sun is in the middle of the sky. I still remember that much.

“Good, then I’m glad I picked noon! I imagine 3 pm would be a lot harder for you to manage.” He chuckles. “We can help each other. You can be human again, I can see a certain colleague taken down before he ruins everything for me, and you’ll be a hero again. Think about it.”

Athena has thought about it and doesn’t see any downside, but there are things Slither probably isn’t telling her, and she can’t get her cat brain to cooperate on imagining what they might be. The emotional punch of you could be human again is overwhelming her limited ability to think, but she has to. Slither always has an angle. His story about wanting Executive Dysfunction defeated makes sense, but she’s a cat. Would she even be able to detect a hole in his story if there was one?

Slither walks away. Athena washes herself for some time, until she’s composed, and heads back to the house, where she meows at the door until Jane’s husband Adam lets her in. Time to eat some shitty cat food and think through… wait, what is she supposed to think through again?

It’s so frustrating to have a cat memory. Things like the location of smells and particularly interesting potential mouseholes and a detailed three-dimensional map of her entire territory stick with her, but sometimes events that happened ten minutes ago fade away and she can only catch them in glimpses.

Racking her brain won’t help. That just makes it worse, most of the time. She eats bland and boring cat food, uses her litter box, and leaps up onto the couch in the living room, stretching out for a nap. It’s then, when her mind is at peace and starting to drop off into sleep, that she remembers. Oh, yeah! Slither! And he said he could get me back into my human body!

Well. Now she can’t afford to go to sleep until she’s mulled the offer over as well as a cat can; if she sleeps before putting in the time to think about Slither’s offer, she’s afraid she’ll forget it completely.

So. Try to use logic. It’s hard, with a cat brain, but she has to try. What could Slither be after, if he’s lying? When she was human, she’d have known, but cats do not have mirror neurons that work to model humans, so she has to drag out memories of being human and cudgel her cat brain into processing them as information.

Slither wants to be rich. He could use his powers to get rich, but he’s a villain. Slither also likes being the smartest guy in the room, but he could get that without being a villain. He likes being secretive and always being one step ahead of everyone else, but he could in theory do that without being a villain, too.

Why is Slither a villain? Why isn’t he a more normal evil person, like a CEO or something, hiding that he has a power rather than letting people think his power is something completely different from what it is? Ms. Anthropy is sadistic and angry and likes to hurt people. Executive Dysfunction is apparently an anarchist. The others in the Society of Sin are all driven by something that makes sense – mad scientists who want to perform unethical experiments and need money and resources to do so; ideologues with bizarre ideologies; there’s the one guy whose name she forgets who just likes to see things burn, metaphorically and literally.

But Slither? Everything she knows he wants is something it would be easier for him to get in some legitimate way. So why is he a villain?

The only answer her cat brain can produce for her is so what?

Okay, try from a different angle. Is there any reason Slither might be lying to her?

Because he thinks it’s fun. Yeah, okay, that could always be Slither’s motive for anything.

Because he doesn’t want to defeat Executive Dysfunction and let the Watch get back together. Okay, but everything he said about why he wants Executive Dysfunction to be defeated makes sense, and if things make sense to a cat, they must be true.

Because… because… oh, this is making her head hurt. She can’t work this out. Why doesn’t she just take the offer, and when she’s in a human body again, then she can figure out what Slither’s real game is?

Making the decision is a relief. Athena stretches, closes her eyes, and relaxes for her nap.

***

At noon the next day, she’s sitting out on the sidewalk, washing her paws to control her nervousness. Cats can’t actually tell time. The sun’s in the top of the sky, but is it really noon, or is it afternoon and she missed the meeting? Or is it an hour or two away from noon, and she’s going to have to wait that long?

“Lynx, such a pleasure to see you!”

Okay. So it really is noon. Nice to know.

I’ll take you up on your offer. You get me back into my body, and I can pull the Watch together and get them to take Executive Dysfunction out.

“Oh, an excellent choice!” Slither claps his hands.

And then he bends down to pick her up. Athena yowls and bolts under a bush. I never said you can touch me!

“Oh, come now. How do you expect us to get to Watch headquarters at the speed a cat can walk?”

I can run a lot faster than you.

“Yes, but I can keep walking when you must stop running. Remember? Humans are persistence predators? Anyway, I’d planned on driving.”

Fine. I’ll go in your car, but you are not to pick me up. I can jump in.

She looks back at the house as she walks after Slither. Jane and her family will never know what happened to their pet cat. Even if the cat body survives and has a cat mind after hers is out of it… the cat won’t know to return to Jane’s house. She’ll become a stray again.

Maybe Athena – no, by then she’ll be Lynx and this cat would be Athena – maybe Lynx will take Athena and bring her back to Jane’s house. She won’t know those people, but she’ll smell her own scent all over the place and recognize this as her home. Jane and the others might perceive her acting strangely, but she’ll be the same cat, physically, and she’ll warm up with the affection they’d give her. And food. Athena would probably like normal cat food, once Lynx isn’t riding her anymore.

Slither opens the passenger door to his car, next to the sidewalk, and Athena jumps up to the seat. Once Slither is in the car’s driver seat, he says mockingly, “Don’t you think you ought to put your seat belt on?”

You’re not funny, Athena thinks at him. Just drive.

***

The Watch HQ is still downtown. Dimly Athena remembers arguments about whether they should move it out of the city – in the city, they could respond to crises more quickly, since those crises almost always happened in the city, but if they were attacked at the HQ there was a high risk of collateral damage and danger to civilians. Looks like they didn’t change it. She can’t remember what her position on it was.

Tell me about the Watch, she thinks to Slither. Remind me who they are.

“Oh, you’ll remember soon enough, don’t you think?” He turns on his cell phone from the hands-free console, and dials a number. A woman’s voice Athena should know, but can’t remember, answers.

“Dr. Awe. What do you want, Slither?”

“It’s go time,” Slither says.

Dr. Awe laughs. “Beautiful. I’ll tell the Executive. You’re on your way?”

“As we speak.”

For a crazed moment Athena considers meowing. Just to hear how Awe reacts, to see what Slither does. Back in the old days, the Society of Sin used to pre-emptively attack cats who were anywhere nearby when they were starting or in the middle of an operation, because no one but Slither could tell if a given cat was her, and Slither, for some reason, never told his fellows. Maybe Slither is a villain because villains get to keep a lot of secrets; it seems to be a thing he does so often, for so little purpose sometimes, that maybe he just really enjoys having information no one else has. Heroes keep secrets also, but she can’t imagine Slither ever wanting to be a hero.

If she meows, Awe’s reaction will tell her if Slither ever told any of his fellows that Lynx was still alive.

On the other hand, it might make it impossible for Slither to do whatever he’s planning that’s going to get her back into her human body. So she doesn’t do it. Slither hangs up the phone.

You’re going to attack the Watch?

“Of course. How else can I put the Executive in a place where the Watch can take him down as soon as they have you to inspire them?” That last bit is definitely mockery. She’s human enough to remember what human vocal tones mean.

I didn’t inspire them. I swatted them with a paw or yowled at them when I could see that Executive Dysfunction was getting to them. Possibly she’ll still be able to do that, even from the cat body; Slither’s power works on her now, without two brains to create too much noise for him to hear her thoughts, but Executive Dysfunction’s power might only work on human brains. She’s never seen him use it on an animal, whereas obviously Slither can.

***

Slither parks the car downtown. This strikes Athena as slightly ridiculous. The Society of Sin has a hovercraft, and a fleet of cargo vans, and a giant robot that can carry them; the fact that Slither drives his own car and parks it some distance from Watch HQ, to rendezvous with his team there, is just silly.

“From this point on you and I have to go our separate ways. I’m sure you remember that most members of the Society will try to kill a cat.”

Athena remembers. Do they know I’m alive?

“They aren’t as certain that you’re dead as the Watch is. I may possibly have dropped some hints, in the past, that shooting you in the head while you were riding a cat wasn’t honestly the most certain means of disposing of you.”

Is there anything you do or say in life that isn’t a mind game?

He flashes a broad, toothy smile at Athena. “I brush my teeth every day. Can’t really see how to turn that into a mind game.”

I’m sure that if you think of it, you will.

“Oh, probably.” He looks down at her. “Do you remember how to get there?”

Athena looks around and realizes, she has no idea. She used to be a cat on the streets near Watch HQ quite often, but cat memories aren’t very good even for cat experiences, and undoubtedly some of the human memories she’s managed to cling to have forced out cat memories that she might have otherwise kept. Not really.

“Keep walking down the street to the traffic light, and turn left. You know which direction is left, don’t you?”

My spatial perception’s probably better than yours.

“A very good point. Well, after you turn left, walk all the way down the street until you see the building that says ‘Watch’ in front of it.”

Cats can’t read, Slither.

“True, but I’m guessing you’ll recognize it. Be careful of my teammates.”

How are we doing this? Do I sneak in and then you… do what? You said you could get me back into my body.

“Yes to the sneaking in. I’ll contact you once we’re both inside, and tell you what you need to do.”

Whatever. She raises her tail and walks away from him.

***

She does recognize Watch HQ. The smells hit her first – she’s been in this general area as a cat so often, she knows the scent of the sewer grate and the hot dog truck and the perfume from the perfume store wafting out every time someone opens the door. And then she’s in sight of the building. She looks up, drinking in the architecture – the shining, reflective windows that cover the entire building. They’re made of some sort of super-science unbreakable plastic, not glass, but her cat eyes can’t tell the difference anyway. Way up there are the balconies, where flying people can just fling themselves out into the air. There are flags on the roof, which if she remembers correctly is spiky, very difficult to maneuver in if you’re a big tall biped, very easy to slink through if you’re a tiny furry quadruped.

Things are coming back to her. People, friends of hers, their names and powers. Ariel, a flying woman with no legs, who wears a fish tail as part of her costume so she looks like a mermaid, swimming through air. Odysseus, the team leader, who was known for his strategies and his cleverness, once upon a time. Man’o’Might, the super-strong, broad-shouldered fellow who loved video games in his downtime, and made the best spaghetti she’d tasted. Were there others? She’s sure there were, but right now, they don’t come to mind.

It’s important not to let anyone from the Society of Sin see her, so she slips through the buildings to the back alleyways where humans keep their dumpsters. Wait, is that chicken she’s smelling? She clamps down on the urge to check. Once she’s human she can eat all the chicken she wants. Tiny yards, usually mostly occupied by dumpsters. This is a commercial district; other areas of the city have tiny yards with little gardens, sometimes, not just dumpsters. There are loading docks and ramps for the stores and the restaurants and the business buildings, but the Watch doesn’t have one aboveground – too easy for someone unauthorized to get in off the street. There’s a parking garage nearby, and if you know the right code, and if the security guards verify you, you can get through the gate on the lowest floor and then drive up into the loading area directly under the building.

But that’s how humans in cars are supposed to get in. Athena has a cat door.

There’s a set of pressure pads. They smell, very faintly, of basil, lavender, and hyacinth. A human would need to be lying on the ground to pick up the smells, and the pressure pads are tiny, not much bigger than a cat’s paw. Athena can’t remember the correct sequence, but there’s a workaround; if ever she lost her memory of the sequence because cat brains are not good at that and her human brain might be doing something else at the time, she was told to just press them in a sequence, any sequence, and repeat it, a lot of times. So she presses basil, hyacinth, lavender, basil, hyacinth, lavender, over and over, until one of the shining, reflective panels near the ground slides open into a dark tunnel. Dark right now, anyway.

As soon as she’s in the tunnel, her eyes adjust and it’s not dark anymore. There are LEDs in the tunnel, very few and very rare. A human who can miniaturize themselves and somehow find a way to sneak in here wouldn’t be able to see, but a cat can see just fine. Athena strolls down the tunnel as if it hasn’t been years since she was last here, memories returning.

Up ahead, she can hear the sounds of a fight. The Society must be attacking.

She runs up the tunnel, to the exit point high above the floor in the atrium. There’s a path down for her, spaced out narrow ledges on the wall the width of a cat that she can use to jump down, jump jump jump, but for right now, she gazes out at the battle in front of her. Yes. Yes, she recognizes all of them. No, wait, not that guy – he must be someone they brought in after she supposedly died. But the rest? She knows them. She’s seen them so many times in cat form, she has clear cat-eye images of them in her memory, unlike with Slither, who she’s seen more often in human form.

And there’s the Society of Sin, all of them, engaged in battle with the Watch. Except for Slither, off to the side, where he’s probably reading the minds of the members of the Watch and transferring that info to his teammates. The Society is running a certain amount of cover for him, as they always used to do – his telepathic range isn’t far enough for him to stay behind in their vehicle.

Executive Dysfunction is standing in the middle of the atrium, doing nothing. He’s not fighting. He’s looking at the battle, smirking. Dr. Ray and Dr. Awe facing off with various super-science inventions. Ariel fighting Fallen Angel in the air. Ms. Anthropy with her trick gun and Lightning Rod trying to zap her without killing her. Man’o’Might against Blockbuster. The Mechanist against the Beautiful Daughter. Odysseus in hand-to-hand combat with Kage, the martial arts expert. The new guy – Athena doesn’t know his name, or his power – helping Odysseus, because there’s no one for him to square off against. It looks like maybe one of the Society is missing – she doesn’t see the firestarter, whose name she can’t remember.

None of them see Slither, which is normal – he projects a sort of “I’m not here” field as long as he doesn’t move – but they also don’t notice the Executive, and that is unusual. Especially since they’re all giving him berth, dodging around him as if they know he’s there, but if they do know he’s there, it would be very strange for them not to be fighting him. Everyone knows how terrible the Executive’s power is, and they usually used to try to take him out as soon as they saw him. Not kill him, but knock him out so he can’t make them fall into confusion.

It looks as if the Executive has learned a new trick. No one but Lynx sees him there – and Slither, most likely – and no one notices that he ought to be there, either.

Lynx jumps down the ledges that were set there for her, so long ago. Okay. How is this going to work?

As soon as the Executive opens up with his power, you let go of the cat as if you’re going to jump back to your own body. You do remember how to do that, right?

Lynx wrinkles her nose slightly, though she’s too far from Slither for him to see it. Of course I do.

Once you do that, I’ll carry you into your new body, and then you’ll help the Watch deal with the Executive.

With a glance at the Executive, who is still not doing anything, Lynx thinks to Slither, It looks like they could deal with him now if I let them know he’s there.

She can hear Slither snicker inside her head. No, you can’t. He’s more powerful now than he’s ever been. Besides, you don’t have the ability to go unnoticed like he does.

Oh. Right. The rest of the Society will kill her if they see her. Particularly Ms. Anthropy, who’s already done it once. What do you mean he’s more powerful? He’s not making anyone confused, he’s just making it so they don’t realize he’s there.

Wait for it, Slither says.

And then the Executive grins, and spreads his arms wide, and everything stops.

The Watch, and the Society of Sin, all seem to lose track of what they’re doing. Ariel, who hovers all the time when she’s awake, remains in the air, looking around her like she’s trying to find car keys or something, but Fallen Angel lands on one of the balconies and leans over it, staring out into nothing. Odysseus scratches his head, clearly aware that something is odd, but not what. Ms. Anthropy starts obsessively checking her ammo. Both of the scientists check their pockets and other places they may have stored things, as if they’re looking for something, though they plainly aren’t sure what. No one is fighting any more, or even paying attention.

Executive Dysfunction walks over to Ms. Anthropy, easily moving out of the way of confused heroes and villains. He puts a hand out to her. She stares at him, clearly baffled, and he takes her gun from her, smiling at her. She seems to forget he’s done it the moment he turns his back to her.

He’s going to shoot your team, Slither informs Lynx helpfully. And it actually is helpful. Even without Executive’s confusion powers working on her, the fact that she’s been stuck in a cat brain all this time makes it hard for her to see human strategies.

Lynx swears. She doesn’t have any idea how much time she’ll have to stop him after she gets into her human body. Do it now! she yells, and releases her hold on the body.

It’s not like that, really. It’s like being an astronaut inside a ship, with a tether that can connect you to the ship, and when you throw yourself out the airlock, the tether spools out behind you, but if you’ve successfully made it to the airlock of the ship across you, then you can release the tether. She still has a connection to Athena the cat, but she’s floating free of the body, and then there’s a dizzy moment and she smells Slither, her mind interpreting his power touching her mind as a scent, and then she blinks her eyes open and she’s standing up with a gun in her hand.

She’s too disoriented to hold the gun. She drops it from nerveless fingers, and stares down at her large, broad hands. They aren’t her hands.

But she’s human. She has a human brain to work with, for the first time in years, and she’s so used to struggling so hard to think against the tiny cat brain she was stuck in, it feels like her mind is moving a mile a minute now. She looks down at Executive Dysfunction’s shoes and she knows where she is – who she is.

Slither is smirking at her. She thinks for a moment that he’s betrayed her, lied to her, and then she realizes… no. No, he never lied. He told her he’d get her into a human body, and she, with the intelligence of a cat, assumed he meant her own… even though she knew her own had been shot in the head.

Everyone is waking up from their confusion, looking around. Slither is strolling over to the cat Athena, who meows weakly, and Lynx realizes she can hear it as if she’s the cat meowing. She’s still tethered to Athena, she’s in Executive Dysfunction’s body, Athena is alive and has a mind but she’s not recovering from Lynx riding her nearly as fast as cats did when Lynx had her own body… because Lynx is still tethered, still using part of Athena’s brain as well as Executive Dysfunction’s.

She doesn’t know how to use the Executive’s power. She tries to speak, saying, “Odysseus?” as Odysseus turns to focus on her/the Executive. At the same time she feels Slither picking Athena up, and then she knows. The whole plan jumps out at her.

Odysseus is saying, “Lightning Rod!” and Slither’s hand is on Athena’s head and she sees the whole plan, now that she’s got a human brain (and half of a cat’s) to do it with. Slither transferred her into Executive Dysfunction. She doesn’t know how to use the Executive’s power. Odysseus is going to want to take the Executive down hard and keep him sedated and unable to use his power, pretty much forever, and she won’t have time to convince anyone she’s Lynx because they think she’s dead and because jumping to a human was never part of her power set. And Slither will kill Athena so she has no cat nearby to ride. She’ll be stuck as Executive Dysfunction and be put on trial for his crimes, or just be kept asleep until she dies.

Nice try, Slither, she thinks, knowing he can’t hear it because she’s got two brains again, and then she shifts back to Athena and bites Slither’s hand, hard. He yells and drops her, even as Odysseus finishes his command, “Take out the Executive!” and Lightning Rod, guessing what Odysseus is about to say, fires his lightning even before the sentence is done. Executive drops, but Lynx can’t feel it, because she’s solidly Athena again.

Athena runs toward Odysseus, yowling. She sees his eyes go wide. “…a cat?”

Ms. Anthropy dives for her gun, which is on the floor next to the unconscious Executive, but Ariel, who’s been floating, bobbing around the room with no apparent sense of why or what she should be doing when Executive’s power was in action, is now awake and no longer confused. She dips down, grabs Ms. Anthropy, and lifts her into the air. Ms. Anthropy curses and struggles, but Ariel has her tightly.

Kage, apparently recognizing when the team is beaten, retreats, and the others do as well. Slither slinks toward the front of the atrium, obviously trying to sneak out before anyone sees him. Athena meows urgently at Odysseus and points her paw at Slither.

“Lynx?” he whispers, and then, “That’s Slither! Take him—”

Dr. Ray fires a paralysis wave at Slither, knocking him down to the floor. The rest of the Society of Sin are gone, but Executive Dysfunction, Ms. Anthropy, and Slither have been captured.

“You were supposed to have let go of the cat!” Slither yells, furiously, at her, as he’s dragged off by Man’o’Might, who is also carrying the unconscious Executive Dysfunction. “You wanted to be human! Why did you jump back to the cat?”

Because I was a lot smarter when I got into a human brain, and I saw what you were going for, Athena tells him, washing her paws as he goes past. It’s not hard to fool a cat, Slither, but when I’m in a human, I’m not stupid.

“Lynx?” Odysseus asks, again, more firmly. “It’s you, isn’t it?”

Athena waves her tail vigorously, before remembering that humans can’t easily read cat body language. She stands up and weaves in and out of Odysseus’ legs, purring.

“I think it’s you, but nod your head if you understand me,” he says, and she looks up at him and bobs her head, twice.

He picks her up and hugs her, and she nuzzles her face against his. “It is you! You’re alive! Lynx, you’re alive!”

And all of the rest of the Watch crowd around her, petting her and hugging her and honestly irritating the shit out of her, because her cat tolerance for being carried and touched by humans has run out several minutes ago, but she puts up with it, because they’re her friends, and she’s finally home.

***

Dr. Ray and Odysseus try to teach her to type. It doesn’t work well, for the same reason she never was able to communicate with Jane that way. They give her a simplified set of communication buttons where she can say about ten different things, which is better than nothing, and they promise her, they’ll keep working to find a way for her to communicate. If she’s lucky, maybe they’ll find a way before she loses the rest of her human mind. Or was that a lie Slither told her to get her to make her more eager to take his offer? She doesn’t have a way to know, because she can’t ask.

Ms. Anthropy goes to jail for her murder. Executive Dysfunction is, as Lynx had suspected, kept in a medically equipped cell in Watch HQ, drugged so that he can’t muster up his powers. It’s cruel, but what else can they do, kill him? He’s too dangerous. Slither escapes, but doesn’t return to the Society of Sin, and word is, they want him dead, so he’s not likely to.

A week after Lynx is back with the Watch, Odysseus brings her a flyer with a picture of a tortoiseshell cat who looks a lot like her on it. “This is a missing cat flyer,” he says. “Says this cat, who looks like you, disappeared the day you returned to us. It says to call someone named Jane if you’re found. Is that who you were staying with?”

Athena meows once and bobs her head. Odysseus asks, “Do you want to go back to her house to say goodbye?”, and she does it again.

And so the next day, she and Odysseus are back at Jane’s house, and Jane is stunned. “Aren’t you – aren’t you Odysseus? The superhero?”

Odysseus nods. “That’s me, ma’am.”

“And you’re bringing me back my cat?” She sounds like she can’t believe it.

“Not… exactly.” Odysseus sets Athena down, where she can’t resist rubbing her face against Jane’s legs. “This cat, who you call Athena, is actually our teammate Lynx. We’ve thought her dead for years, but it turns out, she’s stuck in her cat form.” Lynx wonders why Odysseus is explaining her powers like that, and then she realizes that maybe a cat lover wouldn’t be thrilled with a person who takes over cat minds taking over her pet, even though she’s only been Jane’s pet since she lost her human body.

“Oh my god. My cat is a person? My cat is a superhero?”

“She is, yes. She wanted to come back to say goodbye to you and give you closure.”

Athena rubs against Odysseus’ legs too, trying to send Jane the message that Odysseus is her friend. Jay pokes his head around the corner, and, presumably deciding that if Jane’s so friendly with that man, he’s probably not dangerous to cats, he comes out to smell her breath and rub faces with her. That makes her sad. She can give closure to Jane, but not to Jay; she has no way of telling him that she’s leaving and she’s not coming back.

“Oh, you poor thing… no wonder you always wanted the human food! I’m so sorry.” Jane picks Athena up. “I still have some rotisserie chicken if you’d like?”

Athena nods. Jane’s face lights up. “I had no idea you could do that! Were you deep undercover? Would your enemies have been able to find you if they realized you were a human in a cat body?”

Her enemy had no trouble finding her, and she has no way of explaining to Jane that she’d lost enough of her human memories that she didn’t remember the head-nodding gesture for yes until Odysseus reminded her. It’s all right. Jane brings her some rotisserie chicken, microwaved for 30 seconds to take the refrigerator chill off of it, and Athena tries to eat it slowly, to savor it, but it’s too good. She devours it.

“Thank you for taking such good care of our teammate, ma’am,” Odysseus says.

***

Now that she knows the real Athena is still alive in here, and could be restored to her own cat life if Lynx could just get out of her body, she wants desperately to find a solution. Even a way to jump to a different cat and free Athena, if she can. But she was never able to jump from cat to cat without going through her own body first. Without a human body, she has no way to release Athena short of dying, and she wants to give the cat back her cat life, but not enough to die for it.

Is she losing her mind? Is her intelligence dissolving, crushed under the pressure of being jammed into a tiny cat brain? She doesn’t know, and she has no way to ask the question. Dr. Ray doesn’t seem to have thought it might be an issue – he recognizes that maybe she’s lost some memories, but he doesn’t behave as if Slither’s warning is anything she has to worry about. She wishes she could believe that means he knows about it and doesn’t think it’s a problem, rather than that it’s never occurred to him.

It’s still so lonely living among people she can’t communicate with, but they understand she’s intelligent – mostly anyway – and they’re willing to try to understand her body language. And to make sure she gets chicken dinners, warm ones, whenever she wants. And they’re her friends. They talk about people she knows, situations she was there for, while she sits on their laps and they pet her. It’s better than living entirely as a pet cat, and she knows Ray is trying to find a way to get her into a human body, ethically, and maybe he’ll even do it before she loses her mind or dies of old age.

It’s not really enough. But it’s what she’s got, so she’ll make do.

#52 project #superheroes #cats

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feeling-uncomfy · 4 years

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Heyyy its chp two baby!!

Once again there are triggering things covered in this chp. If you cant handle it dont read it! For your own mental health :)

To be specific, the triggers are:

Mentions of abuse

Cussing

Hope you enjoy!!

Aziawa walked into class the next morning. He looked at the chaos that was his class. He noted the few uncertain glanced towards Tokoyami's empty chair.

Aziawa sighed, recalling the phone call he received around eleven o'clock that night. He'd been grading papers waiting for his bird headed student to come back. Mainly so he could yell at his student for breaking curfew, also to congratulate him on taking down those villains.

He wasn't expecting the number two hero to call him from the hospital and tell him someone attacked his kid while he was on his way home. Aziawa immediately left the class in Hizashi's semi capable hands and rushed to the hospital, informing Nezu and All Might.

Because of the tone of Hawks's voice, he expected his student to be bloody and injured severely, not a mini version of his student. The kid was freaking out, apparently not liking doctors very much.

It took a lot to calm down the kid, but eventually they got him calm enough to sleep. Aziawa noted that the signature red collar was gone, though there were scars and scrapes covering his neck, and arms. This made both he and Hawks worry.

He'll ask later.

Now, he stood in front of the class, calling for attention. Kaminari's hand shot up and he spoke. "Mr. Aziawa, where's Tokoyami? Mr. Mic said you went to meet him with Hawks." The class mumbled agreements, all staring at Aziawa with mild concerned expressions.

Aziawa sighed. These kids were ridiculous, though the fact that they were worried was nice. "Yes, about that..." he stared at the class, "Tokoyami was attacked on his way home, he's been in the hospital since around half ten last night." There wasn't any point in sugarcoating this, Aziawa knew, but the was the class went from mild concern to full panic made the teacher wince.

Questions were shot at him. "Was it a villain??" One asked

"Was it the league?"

"Is he okay?"

"When's he coming home?"

Aziawa rolled his eyes and told the class to let him finish. "He's fine. It was a de-ageing quirk, nothing to worry about." The class sighed in relief.

"However." Aziawa said quickly, might as well get this over with. "There have been some...new developments..." he said this slowly.

The class looked lost. "As in Tokoyami might be a little jumpy." Aziawa clarified. "There a lot we don't know, but from what we've seen..." he trailed off, not wanting to say everything. "Just be careful around him, okay?" He finished, and the class seemed tense.

Iida spoke up first. "What do you mean by–?" He was cut off by a knock on the door. Aziawa walked towards the door. "Speak of the devil, now remember, be careful." He reminds as he opens the door.

Hawks strides in, a grin on his face, and a bundle of hoodie in his arms. "Hiya. Sorry I'm late." The class tried to look at the bundle closer. Aziawa scoffed. "No your not. Anyways, how is he?"

Hawks laughed easily, and poked the bundle gently. "Come on Toko, we're here." He said gently. The bundle moved slightly.

The class watched in silence as a bird head slowly popped out of the top, staring at the class with obvious hesitance. He was so small in the number two heroes arms, it was adorable. The class was silent for a hot minute, until Mina hopped up. "Awww Toko, you're adorable!!" She practically screamed.

Tokoyami wasted no time in hiding, his beak buried under the hoodie again. The class told Mina off as Hawks chuckled nervously.

It took a little longer to convince Tokoyami to come out this time, but they managed. He did keep a constant grip on the hoodie, however.

Kirishima took a much more gentle approach, standing up and slowly moving forward. "Hiya Toko. How's it going?" His voice was soft, and Tokoyami shrugged. "M'okay." His voice has quiet, as if he wasnt allowed to speak at all.

Hawks moved to put Tokoyami on the ground. "Okay bud, you gotta stay here for a while, okay?" Tokoyami gripped Hawks's pant leg as of his life depended on it and stared up at him.

Hawks frowned. Tokoyami was clearly uncomfortable, but he wasnt voicing it. Eventually, Aziawa stepped in. "You'll be with heros. We'll keep you safe, okay?" Tokoyami turned to the class. "Mom was a hero too..." the statement was more for himself, but Kirishima crouched to his level.

"Really? That's awesome! What kind of hero is she?" Tokoyami looked down slightly and didnt answer. Kirishima was confused, but didnt press.

Hawks said his goodbyes and Tokoyami was left alone with the class. Aziawa suggested they don't crowd him but introduce themselves. They went around and let Tokoyami ask questions.

Bakugo called the introductions 'stupid and unnecessary' and Tokoyami flinched at the volume. Aziawa told them to let the kid adjust to the class.

Tokoyami approached Kirishima, who was with Bakugo. "Hey again." Kirishima squatted down next to him and Bakugo scoffed.

Tokoyami turned to Bakugo. "You're loud." He said quietly. "Like dad." Bakugo glared at him. "That a problem?" It came out as a snarl. Tokoyami took a step back and Kirishima told Bakugo to lay off.

The rest of the day went by just fine. When they got back to the dorms though, things got messy.

"Where'd he go?!" Kaminari screeched as he searched the common room for the third time. A mini group searched with him. "Seriously, Denki how did you lose him? You had one job!" Kirishima was frantically searching the kitchen.

"Mr. Aziawa is going to kill us!" Sero groaned. Mina flopped down on the couch. "He couldn't have gotten that far, right?" her question was left unanswered.

Bakugo came storming in. "What the fuck are you yelling about?" He asked, heading for the kitchen.

Kirishima explained briefly what happened. "Really?" Bakugo scoffed. "The kid spilled the drink, and dipped?" Kirishima nodded. "We cant find him anywhere!" Kaminari added unhelpfully.

Just then, Shouji came in. "Shouji!!" The group exclaimed. Shouji cocked his head to the side, obviously confused. "Could you help us..?" Mina asked, explaining once again what happened.

If Shouji was angry, he hid it well. "You lost Toko? After ten minutes?" The group nodded. Shouji sighed. He searched using his dupliarms. "Found him. I'll go get him." He disappeared down the hall.

Coming to the supply closet, Shouji could hear small sniffs coming from within. "Tokoyami...?" He knocked on the door. He heard a sharp inhale and then silence. The door creaked open slowly, revealing Tokoyami.

Shouji saw he was shaking, and knelt down. "What's wrong?" There were so many questions. Why was he in the closet? Was this normal? He hoped it wasnt.

Tokoyami tilted his head. "Dad always puts me in the closet after I do something bad." He said hesitantly. "I didnt want the loud one to get angry." He whispered, looking down the corridor. "He's like dad."

Shouji was confused. "Does your dad di this stuff often?" It felt like a stupid question. Tokoyami shrugged. "Only sometimes." The next question was out before Shouji could stop himself.

"Has he hurt you?"

Silence.

Shouji doesn't like how quiet Tokoyami is. "Toko—" he starts, only to find Tokoyami has disappeared. Again.

"The fuck was that about?" Ahh. That explains it. Shouji turns to Bakugo. "Its a thing his dad does." He explains quietly. Bakugo buffers for a second, then slams his hands on the closet door. Theres an audible chirp of distress.

"Oi, pipsqueak. Open up." Its not a request.

Shouji winces. "Bakugo, you shouldn't–" Bakugo does it again, and there's sobbing from the other side if the door. Shouji snaps at Bakugo. He scoffs and turns away again, stalking down the hall and out of site.

Shouji sighs. "He's gone. You can come out now." The door opens slowly again. Tokoyami doesn't look ready to go out into the common room. "You wanna stay here and tell me what happened?" There's a nod and Shouji sits down in front of the door, Tokoyami at his side.

And that's a wrap!! Jeeze that one was longer. Hope you enjoyed this one!!

#boku no hero academia #tokoyami #aizawa shouta #bnha hawks #bnha class 1A #next one should be out soon!!

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marsupials-of-mars · 5 years

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Coping (We Like Girls)

Thomas stood at a filthy counter in the middle of a poorly lit house. How he'd gotten himself into a house party was a cliche narrative and a poor life choice. He took a sip of his incredibly non-alcoholic drink and tried to block out the noise. Before long he felt a hand grab his arm.

"Hey Thomas, cmon we're playing spin the bottle! You coming or are you chicken?"

Thomas scoffed, ignoring his heart beating immediately faster it was something to do, and it felt more cool and spontaneous than standing around waiting for the party to end.

"Hell yeah, I can do cool things!" He was led to a group of high school friends in a circle around a card table. He scoped out the girls, though it was mostly guys, less than a one to three ratio. He focused on Lisa, a girl hed decided to respond with whenever he found himself in a discussion about crushes. She was a pretty redhead with a sweet voice and Thomas always enjoyed hanging out around her just to hear her talk, and not to mention sing. She had the voice of a Disney princess though she ironically seemed to always play the villain in the school's musicals. There were a couple more popular girls around the table but he hoped for her.

"Well, as the initiator..." The kid who had pulled him into the situation spoke. "I've got the first spin!" Thomas barely knew the guy, he talked to him in a couple classes. Robin, or something. He was sweaty like everyone at the party, the tacky and again, cliche, rainbow fairy lights lit up his face, only drawing more attention to the glisten. He was drunk, obviously, like more than half the people there. His almond brown skin and thick veil of black curls helped him gracefully meld into the night life scene while Thomas stuck out like a sore thumb, pale and sober.

He watched as Robin took the bottle and spun it, jokingly pretending to reach out to stop it when it passed a cute girl. It ended up landing on a senior, a tall, lanky guy Thomas had seen winning track awards every year. They laughed and made crude remarks, gagging sounds. The circle chanted, beating their thighs in unison and bursting out in laughter when lips met lips. Thomas looked away. The two pulled apart, track kid spitting and wiping his mouth on his sleeve and Robin mock flirting and taking a bow. Thomas pulled a knee to his chest.

A few more turns transpired, every girl on guy gutting a chorus of whistles and teasing, every girl on girl getting risky remarks from the guys, and every guy on guy being met with jeers and mocking laughter. Thomas was about ready to stand to leave when he saw the bottle land, neck pointing to him.

A blonde, a recognizable good friend of Lisa, and two grades above him. His face flushed and he leaned in awkwardly. She clasped her hands on the sides of his face and pecked him quicky, but long enough for Thomas to know it happened. She tasted like cheap lip gloss. He forced a smile over his mess of anxiety. She winked as the circle once again roared with excitement. That wasn't so bad.

Thomas had started to return to his seat when he remembered that he had the next spin. He took the bottle in a shaky hand and spun, praying for Lisa, good ole Lisa.

The bottle slowed, swooping, teetering back and forth with the uneven setoff. It landed. Thomas's eyes traced the neck of the bottle to his challenge. Dark brown eyes stared at him through a mess of stray black curls. Robin smirked. The blood rushed to Thomas's face. He watched Robin stalk, catlike, to the center of the circle. He once again felt his face taken in a pair of hands, but Robin's were less tactful. They gripped him by the nape of his neck and he was pulled in, for far more than a peck. He felt Robin's hair brush his shoulders, heavy and sturdy like the rest of him. The taste of lip shimmer on Thomas's lips was overridden by that of a badly concocted gatorade screwdriver. Strangely when considering the dynamic, Robin was the first to pull away.

"You're good at that." He smirked as the circle spat mockery.

"Th..." Thomas stared a moment before promptly turning and leaving the circle, leaving the living area, and barricading himself in the hallway bathroom.

~~~

Roman blinked rapidly as a rush of something wonderful flooded him. He beamed and shot upright, ducking into the sides usual meeting area. He summoned them quickly, Patton, Logan, and squealed.

"Now Roman, I felt something too but we gotta use our words!" Patton seemed almost equally giddy, fiddling with the hemming of his sweater vest.

"Love! Love is blossoming! I knew it was coming, Logan didnt I tell you I knew we'd get there?!"

"You have indeed informed me of your hopes many times and every time I've agreed, but count it as a win if it assures you stop doing all of...that." Logan motioned to Roman's fighting stance/happy dance.

"Cmon Logan, let him do his little victory hop, you know he gets excited!"

"So to my understanding you're both rather happy about this? Not what I'd expect in such a situation."

"A situation like love? Of course we're happy, our kiddo is growing up and onward, why wouldnt we be happy? Now who's the lucky gal?!" Patton looked to Logan expectantly.

"Ah..." Logan adjusted his glasses. "Now I understand the lack of concern. Have neither of you looked?"

"Why would we be concerned, Isaac No-fun? Love is blind! We love without looking!"

"Oh..." Patton made a sound similar to gashing open a beach ball. Utter defeat. Roman looked over in confusion.

"What? You too?!"

"Roman..." Patton seemed both disappointed and terrified. "You need to look."

Roman groaned and closed his eyes, letting the current Thomas events wash over him. Recent memories. He let them play out, grinning excitedly when he saw a pretty blonde senior lean in for a kiss.

"She's so pretty! Why are we upse... " he wrinkled his brow. Something wasn't clicking. No rush of wonder. She wasn't the one. He continued to watch, the second spin. The feeling washed over him again, pulsing, his throat went dry and he shook his head. Dark brown eyes, firm hands. He ducked out of the images. "Well something isn't right then!!!" He looked back to Patton and Logan with panic flooding his demeanor.

"Indeed something isn't!" He felt arms wrap his shoulders and a face by his. "But isn't that a lot more fun than some girl?"

Roman growled and wrestled his way out of his brother's grip.

"YOU! This is you isn't it?!"

"Me?" Remus stroked his chin. "What's me?"

"Roman's right! You did something awful to Thomas, didn't you!? Cut it out young man, it's not funny!" Patton's face was bright red with a mix of fury and panic.

"You're all the gross, lusty, icky, unwelcome thoughts, how could this not be you!?" Roman shoved his brother. Remus giggled knowingly.

"I may be, I may be. Can't say I'm not jazzed about this hunk of a specimen, did you feel those hands?! I wouldnt mind feeling em a bit more if we're going into it." He bit his lip and rolled his shoulders. Puberty was making him an absolute monster.

"So you ADMIT IT!" Roman jabbed a finger at Remus's face. "Our CULPRIT!" Roman looked to Logan for confirmation, only to be met with a subtle head shake.

"Remus is admitting to being lust. Was what you felt purely lustful?" He gently guided Roman's train of thought.

"Well..." He looked at Patton, who was gripping his chest as if to squeeze the emotion out of it, his eyes wide, softly mumbling to himself. Roman's eyes drifted down in thought, then up to a grinning Remus.

"I do the 'gross' thoughts... and you do the romance! Remember?"

"It's NOT! ROMANCE!" Roman tackled his twin to the ground, enduring bites and hair pulling before he dealt his own blows.

"BOYS! NO FIGHTING! We have enough problems already!!!" Patton choked out over his turmoil.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" A low distorted voice bellowed from across the room. All heads turned and the room froze. Anxiety stood panting, his hood pulled far over his face and his hands hidden, bundled and crossed in his sleeves. He glared gut twisting daggers from shadowed eyes, though the rest of his demeanor was rather unintimidating. He swallowed his panicked outbursts, shaking. He stalked stiffly, every muscle tensed, up to the group. "What's HAPPENING to us?!

"What does it LOOK like genius?!" Roman shoved Remus off of him.

Logan nodded somberly. "It now seems possible with this newfound information... that we're more than likely homose-"

"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!" base distortion shook Thomas's mind, Virgil pressed his hands to his ears so tightly it seemed his head would burst. "WE ARE NOT!!!" He bit down on the cuff of his hoodie to control the rattling that disrupted the living space. At Thomas's joyful age of fifteen, Anxiety generally took the drivers seat despite his general reclusivness, making him all the more dangerous when it came to his meltdowns. He knew this, and of course, he hated the pressure. Despite their all being the same age, he was a child at this point, dependant, terrified, entirely unprepared to govern a life. So he did the only thing he could think to make them all feel better. "DECEIT!!!"

And he was summoned.

"Anxiety?!" He quickly located his friend and ran over, wrapping him in a hug, securing him, keeping him at ground level as his panic surged. "Shh... what's going on here?" He looked over Anxiety's shoulder to meet the light side's looks of uneasiness at his presence with a glare and a hiss.

"Deceit..." His voice broke. Now that Deceit was here he didn't bother keeping up his tough guy facade even if the others were looking at him. He knew he was safe. "Deceit?"

"Yes Anxiety? Take your time..."

"We... we like girls, right?" He looked at Deceit with a terrified, pleading, begging expression. He wanted to feel better. He needed to hear the words.

Deceit was silent for a while, looking at his best friend, someone he'd sworn to protect no matter what, who he'd never disappoint. He looked at the lights, all confused but waiting with bated breath. He pulled Anxiety tighter, letting him bury his wet face in his shoulder. He nodded.

"We like girls."

The room stopped shaking, slowing to a rattle then nothing. The statement wasnt spoken in a tone more emotional then if he'd said any other clear and obvious fact, but somehow it was loud, impactful, clear, understood. He felt Anxiety take a deep breath. The others looked amongst themselves, nodding.

"That... makes a lot more sense. To me. I think that makes sense for Thomas, doesnt it?" Patton smiled, fake, forcing himself to be convinced. He took Deceit's matter-of-fact statement as truth, the only truth. Roman nodded slowly, convinced as quickly as he could manage. Logan and Remus looked on, each with their own sort of disappointment as their hands tightened around their mouths.

Deceit took Remus's wrist, his other arm still wrapped tightly around a shaking Anxiety, and sank out. Logan let his hand down, but stayed silent.

Roman tightened his fists with a new resolve.

~~~

Thomas threw open the bathroom door, ignoring the odd looks. He hoped she was still there. He lit up when he found her, alone in the kitchen.

"Lisa!" She looked over and smiled.

"Thomas. What happened back there, you flaked out on us!"

"I was nervous."

Lisa giggled. "About what? Robin?"

"About you, I was nervous it would land on you, because..." Thomas averted his eyes from hers.

Lisa smiled, gripping her lip in her teeth as she began to understand his intentions.

"I like you." Thomas looked back up at her. "And here I am, trying not to be even more of a wuss, to ask if you want to hang out sometime."

She grinned. "Finally!" She leaned in and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, giving him his third kiss of the night.

~~~

Roman pumped his fist. "YES!" He felt something rush over him, some sort of love. He didnt care what kind. It was there, and it was for a girl, a really nice, pretty girl who loved theater and singing. It was perfect.

"Yes!" Pattons face was flushed with relief and exuberance. "My little boy!"

Logan was silent, watching with an unreadable expression.

Back with the darks, Deceit sat with Anxiety's head in his lap, petting his hair comfortingly. He was asleep. He needed it.

"You're okay." Deceit whispered to himself as much as his best friend. "I'll protect us."

Disclaimer: this is obviously character thomas in this, I do not claim to know @thatsthat24 s real experience.

I had a theory before the most recent video came out that it would be pride related, and about how the sides dealt with thomas's coming out, or realization of his sexuality. It didnt happen, so I decided to make it anyway but more angsty. This is also my current hc about what drove the divide in Deceit and Virgil's relationship. Deceit tried to protect Virgil through his developmental years but did so in an unhealthy way and ultimately hurt thomas to keep Virgil happy, and when virgil found out, he hated Deceit because it ultimately worsened his anxiety tenfold.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #fanfic #deceit sanders #virgil sanders

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thewriterwithnoplan · 5 years

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Hell and Back (Part 1)

Summary: Y/N Winchester is an enigma wrapped in a riddle. The half-sibling of the famed brothers and she was there through it all. Until now. After Jack’s birth she made a deal with Batman himself. His money for her expertise. She can pay for a real school and some online classes for her and Jack. All she has to do is enlighten the Team about her world. Easy peasy, right? Pairing: Supernatural x Reader x Young Justice Word Count: 1912 Warnings: None.

A/N: Might not do a second part. Not sure how I feel about this?

"What's this about a new member?" Wally all but sped into the lounge of Mount Justice. The team were splayed casually across the room. Robin lifted his head from his laptop, frowning at the speedster and tilting his head. "Did anyone even know? Batman just brought some girl through, talking about how she'd fit right in."

Artemis sat up quickly from where she'd been splayed on an armchair sharpening her arrows. M'gann's head snapped up in confusion. It seemed they hadn't known and by the others expressions they hadn't been enlightened either. Even Kaldur looked surprised, which was more that concerning considering he was the Team leader.

"Bats hasn't mentioned anything," Robin furrowed his eyebrows. He was quiet for a moment as if stuck in a deep thought. "Though he has made an unusual amount of business trips to Lebanon, Kansas. Does the girl look like this?"

The boy wonder turned his computer, showing the team - some of whom had to lean in comically to see - a photo. The girl was about Artemis' age, H/L H/C hair and E/C eyes. She was pretty if they were being honest but threatening. Her expression was hard and her eyes were set in a partial glare as if that was her default look. Wally gave a nod, causing half the team to deflate in annoyance. How was it fair for her to just be permitted onto the team. M'gann grinned at the picture, obviously happy to have another girl on the team - intense stare or no.

"What do you know of her?" Robin shrugged at Kaldur's question. Wally super sped over to his friend, snatching the computer to look at whatever the boy had open. It was a file on the girl and three other men. Robin gave an indignant cry chasing after the boy as he read the information to the team, all the while dodging the angered bird.

"Says here her names Y/N Winchester," Wally side stepped Robin with a smug grin. "Age 16, daughter of Dean Winchester-"

"What?" Conner raised an eyebrow at the boy. "Keep going, what else?"

"That's it." The room paused, even Robin stopped jumping for the machine, if only for a moment. "No medical records, no criminal records, no nothing."

Someone coughed loudly, tearing everyones gaze from Wally to the person. With the distraction Robin apprehended his computer and scurried back to his seat. Batman pegged them all with the famed Bat-glare™. Behind him a girl stood, hands on her hips and a wide smirk on her face. She wore a red plaid shirt unbuttoned over a white top and a pair of denim shorts. The team stared at the girl who looked nothing like her photo. Where it depicted a teen ready to murder the next person she met, this girl looked just as prepared to charm them to death.

She looked up at Batman and gave him a sincere smile. "I can handle it from here Batsy, thanks for the tour. Be sure to keep up your end of the bargain and I think we can do some good work here."

The bat merely grunted but a soft curve of his lips betrayed him as he flourished his cape and left. Y/N grinned at the assembled team and with a fluid few steps she slumped herself into the only empty armchair. Some of the members simply stared at the girl who dared to speak to the Batman like that. Better yet to demand something like a deal from him. The girl looked up meeting their looks before shifting into a proper sitting form.

Y/N opened her mouth as if to introduce herself but instead she decided on, "That informations wrong you know."

Robin gave an indignant grunt that was almost the spitting image of Batman's. It was Wally who spoke up for the Boy Wonder, "It's a Federal Record how is it wrong?"

"Because Wallace West," A pointed use of his identity that the group noticed. Though there was humour in the girl's voice, "Dean Winchester is my brother, I'm 15 and have a Criminal Record that runs for days."

"Ex-Villain then?" Artemis sat up to rest her arms against her legs. "Yeah we get those."

"Hardly," She snorted. "You civilians don't really call us anything, especially not Villain."

Aqualad rather uncharacteristically spat out his drink at the title. Had Y/N, this girl they'd just met, called them Civilians? Kaldur gave her an incredulous look. "We do not appreciate name-calling on this Team Miss Winchester. If you wish to be integrated into the group I would advise you refrain from it in future."

"Oh, I'm just here for the money," She grinned upside down at him as he once again spat out his drink. Money? Conner asked as much, his threatening tone not giving the woman a moment of pause. "You guys need me so Batsy is paying me to help."

"Are you mental?" Wally asked, nearly sincere. "We don't need someone like you. Saving people isn't some way to make money, it's-"

"The Family Business!" She leapt from her seat and stalked to the speedster, shoving a finger to his chest giving it a firm jab. "Saving People," Jab. "Hunting Things," Jab. "The Family Business." Jab. Jab. "Trust me I know, I've been in it since I was four. But you do need me, like it or not Kid Flash."

"So what?" The red head grunted. "You've been at it longer than we have? From my guess you're not Meta, maybe trained but by your not built as well as most of us. What's so special about you?"

"I'm an expert in the field that your all about to enter." A sly grin grew over the girls face. Wally opened his mouth to shoot something back but she beat him to it, "Did you know Wally that the only way to kill a vampire is beheading? Or that demons have to be killed with a one of a kind knife that I own? Or that the scruffy Chuck forsaken mutt in the foyer is half hellhound?"

The room burst into hysterical laughter that boomed off the walls. A few fell from seats or keeled over to clutch at their stomachs. Someone gave a howl of amusement, M'gann clutched at Conner's shoulder. Artemis was all but rolling on the floor, mouthing the words to herself just to curl up in a fit again. Wally was trying - and horribly failing - to hold it in. Robin huffed out something about having any proof between coughing fits. Once they'd calmed down Y/N deigned to answer.

"Round three years ago, the sun dimmed." She raised an eyebrow waiting for them to acknowledge her statement with a round of nods. "That was my brothers and I loosing a fight to God's sister, Amara. Four years before some biblical shit went down. Mass killings, plague of locusts, entire towns eating themselves to death, weather surges. That was the apocalypse. Beginning of this year power in half the country went out? Antichrist's birth, his name is Jack."

Some more hysteria, some wiping tears from their eyes. She supposed it would sound insane. Y/N had never had to explain it, that was Sam's job. And that was usually after a civilian had seen something supernatural already. The group began to quiet when Y/N rolled her eyes and marched into the centre of the room. Falling to her knees on the carpet she pressed her palms together and waited for utter silence.

"Hey Jack," She tilted her head back further, eyes closed reverently. "I know you and the boys are usually busy with the whole Michael thing but I could use a second opinion. I'm not hurt but I could use a hand."

Y/N opened her eyes and waited as the group barely surpassed snickers. Some muttering about religion loonies and she sent a glare in their direction. A signature whoosh of wind shut them all up. They turned slowly to the source as Y/N's eyes light up and she sprung up. Jack was standing with an adorably cute confused look on his face. He tilted his head at her in that way of his.

"Who are they N/N?" He waved at the group with a small smile.

"Well Jack-a-boy," She skipped to his side and ruffled his hair - though he looked quite a bit older and was a head taller. "This is the team I told you about. You know that hero team, their leader is giving us money so we can go to school. Cool right?"

The team blinked at the pair in confusion. School? Y/N was doing this so she could go to school when her friend was able to just teleport here? When she'd proved that the supernatural was real. Jack's eyes light up delighted and he grinned spinning the small woman round. She looked several years younger - in fact he seemed of legal age - and yet he was more of a child. Some gave her a pitiful look when she and Jack stopped spinning.

"So that blonde one is Artemis, then Wally, Kaldur, Conner and Megan." She pointed to each making them flinch with each name drop. "You can just call that one Robin. Team this is Jack Kline, he's Lucifer's son."

Jack screwed up his face at that, "Biologically. The Winchester's are my real family."

"Dude how old are you?" Wally muttered, though Jack had picked it up with his intense Celestial hearing.

"One year, four months, eight days and three hours." He told them seriously, they mostly just stared. "So N/N what did you need help with?"

"So I'm going to have to stay here a while Jacky." He pouted playfully at his least favourite nickname. "Anyway, with so many angels all over from the fall and the demons thinking we're still trying to shut hell, I need to put some warding up. I thought you could give me hand, I know Sammy's had you reading up on it at the bunker."

Wally gave Y/N a doe eyed look, "You live in a bunker and don't go to school? How much do you need this money?"

"Jeez dude, not that much." She huffed, giving Jack an encouraging smile. The nephilim nodded and snapped his fingers, eyes glowing golden as the walls shimmered. Runes splattered themselves up the wall.

"Is that needed?" Robin stared almost horrified at the marked wall, even as the symbols turned invisible.

"It is if you want Y/N here," Jack nodded thoughtfully. "She's a walking talking supernatural magnet. Not every human has been to hell and back, let alone heaven and purgatory. Anyway Y/N I've gotta head back, I think we caught a vamp nest up north."

"Have fun!" She pecked his cheek and waved as he flurried off in a tumble of shadow wings.

"Hell and back." Someone repeated as she turned back to the team. They were staring at her, as their worlds crashed around them. Y/N gave a nod, slumping back into her self-claimed armchair. They stared blankly at her.

The room erupted in questions.

#jack kline #wally west #dean winchester #batman #robin #conner kent #m'gann m'orzz #artemis #Sam Winchester #castiel #chuck #supernatural #dc #detective comics

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tessatechaitea · 5 years

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Batman #442

Can you believe thirty years ago, DC was trying to convince a bunch of adults that it was okay to read their kiddy mags?

There wasn't this much sexual tension in the last porn I watched.

This is my reputation on the line so I'd just like to point out that the above scanned panel is all off-kilter because the entire stupid page was wonky. I fucking scan like a champ! Meanwhile, Two-Face struggles to set off the explosives in the basement where Batman and Nightwing are trapped. First he needs to argue with himself about how to flip the coin. Does he catch it and flip it over onto the back of his hand? Well, to decide that, he's going to have to flip the coin. But if he's yet to decide how to flip the coin, how does he flip the coin to decide how to flip the coin?! It's a wonder Two-Face ever comes to any conclusive decision at all! I'm suddenly realizing he's Batman's least believable nemesis! And Batman sometimes fights a guy with eyes on all his fingers! Two-Face flips his coin (I suppose he's long ago figured out the procedure for coin flipping. I bet getting stuck on how to flip the coin meant he got his ass beat by Batman one too many times. Being a lawyer, he realized he needed to be prepared for pressure situations like this). The results allow him to blow up Batman and Nightwing. But he still has to wait until 2 in the morning. Or 2:02? Maybe 2:20? 2:22? I guess this time, 2:00 A.M. is fine. And being that Tim mentioned earlier that it was almost two, it looks like it's over for Bruce and Dick! But wait! Help is on the way!

If Alfred and Tim are doing what I think Alfred and Tim are doing, who's driving?!

Tim puts on Robin's suit not because he's been stalking Batman for six years and he's desperate to become the new Robin but because he has to! To save Batman's emotional psyche! It's the most unselfish thing Tim Drake has ever done! It's not like he knew at this moment that he'd eventually get to fuck Stephanie Cluemaster! That was just a reward for being so selfless! I mean Stephanie Cluemaster has agency and her sexuality isn't anybody's trophy! Also Tim is just thirteen and it's 1989 so he probably doesn't know how to have sex. You can only glean so much from MTV and the occasional nudie magazine dredged up in the bushes outside the local high school. I mean, I was pretty sure I knew how to have sex when I was thirteen from watching Lionel Richie's video for "Hello." Seriously though, I have no idea when I went from not knowing what sex was to knowing what it was. I remember seeing Clash of the Titans at the theater when I was ten and not knowing what a virgin was. So I probably didn't know what sex was at ten. It's also probable I knew at ten but just didn't know there was a word for what I am. I mean was! At ten! But by twelve, my friend Hobby Benline had had sex, so I must have known what it was by then. Unless he did it wrong and I got the information from him! Really though, I just don't know where the information came from. I think it must have just sort of condensed inside my head from a whole bunch of disparate notions and experiences.

This fucker is crazy.

Some of you Internet denizens who probably overuse the word "meh" (overuse constitutes a single use) are probably furiously typing, "You just realized that?!" Obviously I knew Two-Face was crazy! That's the whole point of all Batman's villains or else why would Arkham Kiddy-Care be a thing? But that little speech he just gave is really fucking overplaying the whole double thing! I thought maybe he was going to get all excited about the two nines in 1899 or how 1899 is sort of two 18s or maybe he was going to marvel about how he has two grandfathers! This fucker is finding twos every Goddamned where! You can tell Marv Wolfman doesn't write too many Two-Face story because across three Batman issues, he's really blown his wad on finding ways to incorporate the doubling theme. Alfred and Tim arrive just in the nick of time to see the house explode. Tim punches Two-Face in the jaw but only once so it doesn't hurt him. That's what happens when you jump right into the Robin costume without learning about the criminal you're after. Two-Face manages to pick up a crowbar to swing at Tim's head while Alfred can only watch while shitting himself and thinking, "Why the fuck can't I keep the number of a child psychologist on hand at all times?!"

The face of a man culpable for the deaths of too many children's innocence. And also just their deaths. Real deaths. Of children. One at least. Maybe now two. Fucking monster.

Robin manages to jump out of the way without mouthing off which makes Two-Face suspect something is different with Robin. He's all, "Where are all your terrible jokes, Boy Wonder?" And since we know there's an afterlife in the DC Universe, Jason Todd hears Two-Face's critique of his one-liners and his heart hardens. That's why he comes back willing to kill. Alfred finally jumps in to stop Two-Face from killing Tim while yelling, "He's only a boy!" No fucking shit, Pennyworth. Maybe you should have considered that before you allowed Bruce to never get therapy so that he eventually begins wearing a batsuit which eventually leads him to bringing in a young boy to help fight murderers which eventually led him to bringing in another young boy who was killed fighting murderers which eventually led to you driving this "only a boy" to the feet of a murderer while also lending him a superhero outfit to die in. Fuck you, Alfred! You fucking suck. I actually really like Alfred! But fuck is he problematic!

Jesus Christ, Alfred! Code names, you putz!

Alfred is making me so angry this issue! I hope Batman fires him at the end of this. He needs some time off to get his head together. Enough with being an accessory to child endangerment! Tim helps dig out Batman and Nightwing who both survived Two-Face's terrible explosives. I guess BOGO explosives aren't too reliable. And since it was Two-Face, if one of them survived, both of them had to survive. It's part of Two-Face's rules of conduct. Batman sees Robin and tears the mask off of his face, declaring there is no more Robin. But Dick and Alfred are all, "You should have seen him! He's so smart and agile and he's got terrific legs!" But Batman is apparently the only sensible one in this fucking bunch of child-murdering lunatics.

Look, I know how this ultimately turns out. But at least for one panel, I can think, "Way to go, Batman. Good decision! I'm proud of you!"

Tim is all, "Batman needs a Robin!" And Batman is all, "Fuck you!" But then Tim counters with, "What if The Joker brags about killing Robin and everybody is all, 'Hey, yeah. Where is Robin?! Man, we can kill anybody now, I guess!'" And Batman is all, "Well, I mean, it's dangerous work!" And Robin is all, "I know! That was your initial reason to not let me be Robin!" And Batman is all, "Well, I'm not hiring right now! I need to catch Two-Face! He's gotten away!" And Robin is all, "I put a tracker on him!" And Alfred and Nightwing are smiling and elbowing each other and winking and not saying at all, "Batman is going to get this kid killed!" Finally, Batman relents and agrees to discuss it because he's argued against it long enough to make it seem reasonable. Fans can't say Batman just gave in! It was an emotional debate that sorely tested my reading comprehension. Such powerful arguments on both sides! With minimal help from Robin (but enough for Batman's heart to melt), Two-Face is captured!

Later in, presumably, Alfred's bedroom.

Batman eventually relents and decides to train Tim on a trial basis. I guess all of the arguments convinced me as well. Batman totally needs a Robin! How else would, um, Batman do the, um, thing or the other, um, I mean, he just needs Robin! Duh! Batman #442 Rating: C. This issue wasn't really any worse than the others but somehow I can't bring myself to believe Dick and Alfred would be so excited about getting Batman a new Robin. I guess it's like when a friend loses a pet and you have to watch your friend spiral into a severe depression and you don't know how to make them feel better and finally the only thing you can think to do is to buy them a new pet. Then you're happy and giggly and excited when you see the way your friend's eyes light up even if they act like they resent the attempt at making them feel better. And you know the pet is going to quickly worm its way into their heart and you don't care that your friend often throws their pet off of high bridges attached to home-made parachutes because you're not thinking about the safety of the pet at this moment. Your whole purpose is just to make your friend feel better. And that's whey Alfred and Nightwing are so happy putting Tim's life in danger. Because they love Batman that much!

#Batman #A Lonely Place of Dying #Dick Grayson #Tim Drake #DC Comics #DC #First Tim Drake as Robin story

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anjuschiffer · 6 years

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Reaping For Life

Today’s day 3 of @bnhavillaindeku-zine‘s Villain!Deku Fanweek 2018 and the theme: death/rebirth! Enjoy!

“Mom, how are you feeling today?” Izuku asked his mother, taking a seat by the hospital bed. He was trying hard to not cry, he had to be strong for her. After all, she’s the one suffering, not him. Well, both to be quite honest.

“I’m feeling better! The treatment went well and my body doesn’t hurt anymore. I feel like I was never sick in the first place!” Inko said with a smile, grabbing Izuku’s hands.

Time was running out. He knew it was by the way his mom’s hands were trembling as she gave Izuku’s a light squeeze. Even though her skin was gaining color, her face remained pale, white as a ghost. Her cheeks lost its rosiness, making her usual smile seem forced even though it was a genuine one.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better!” Izuku said, the only thing that he was able to say without his voice cracking after each word.

“How’s school going?” Inko asked, making Izuku flinch. “Did it not go well?” Izuku rapidly shook his head.

“It’s not that! It’s just,” Izuku said, looking down at the floor. “It was a bit hard to get through. I almost got myself injured while playing soccer today.” Izuku said with a smile, showing her his bruised arm.

“Are you okay? Are you in pain? Get it checked! Quick!” Inko said, urging Izuku to get himself checked out. Izuku laughed.

“I knew I couldn’t tell you! You’re always worried more about me than yourself. Be a little more self-centered!” Izuku said, hugging his mom. “I mean it. It’s okay to just care about yourself.” Izuku said, stepping back a bit. “You’ve already done so much for me. Let me do something for you, okay? I can take care of myself now.”

Inko looked at Izuku for a while before letting out a sigh. She gestured him to come closer, in which he did. She took his hands and placed in into her own, softly caressing the scars that ran over his hands.

“I know you’re big enough to watch yourself, but,” Inko tightly held his hands. “I can’t help but worry about you. Even though you’re a crybaby-”

“Mom.” Izuku whined, making Inko laugh.

“ -you still jump into things without thinking about the consequences. That’s how you got these scars after all. Saving me from that field of barbed wire that surrounded us during the incident a few months ago.” Inko said, making Izuku purse his lips. “I just don’t want you to keep getting hurt.”

“It’ll be fine mom. I promise.” Izuku said, giving his mom a reassuring smile.

“Arch-Izuku. Time is up. It’s almost time for the next treatment.” A nurse said as she entered the room with a small cart. Izuku frowned at the sight of different needles for who knows what. But there was nothing he could do. All of it was to help his mother get better.

“I’ll be fine dear.” Inko said, flexing an arm and patting it. “I may be old, but I’m still strong!” Izuku laughed, kissing his mom’s forehead.

“If you say so.” Izuku said, picking up his briefcase he had entered with. “I’m off.”

“Love you Izuku.” Inko said, waving at Izuku as the doctor placed a mask over her face. He watched as his mom closer her eyes and into a deep slumber.

“Love you too.” Izuku said before getting a door shut in his face.

“Never thought I would hear you say that.” Dabi said, making Izuku bite his tongue to prevent himself from saying a remark. Why was he always crossing paths with this guy? He knew Tomura’s master wanted to make sure he was safe, but to have someone stalk him? No thanks. “By the way, the hospital says that the bill will be-” Izuku shoved a bag into Dabi’ arms.

“Give them how much they want- no more, no less. Whatever is left over, bring it back.” Izuku said. Dabi looked at Izuku before letting out a sigh. Why was he like this?

“Fine. Also,” Dabi tossed an envelope towards Izuku, who caught it with ease. “That’s your pay for the services.”

“Better be the amount I set.” Izuku said, shoving the envelope into the inside of his vest. “I’m off. If you need me again, you know where to find me.” Izuku said, walking down the hall of the hospital.

“Will do Archive.”

“And also, don’t send people who can’t pay for my services to my office. It’s quite a hassle to get rid of those filthy pests.” Izuku said, making Dabi grin.

“There’s a reason why we send them to you, Reaper.”

“It’s Archive.” Izuku reminded him, knowing fully that Dabi simply said that to try and throw him off.

“I’m pretty sure that the person who sent you here told you everything about me and my services. Every person who has ever spoken to me and is doing well knows it.” Izuku said, glaring at the man in front of him. “This isn’t going to cover what I am about to give you.” Izuku said, sitting behind his desk, the tips of his fingers touching together as his arms were propped on the armrest.

Another street thug who thinks he could stomp all over Izuku. Not like that was unexpected. Anyone who hears that Archive is just a teenager automatically waltzes into his room hoping they can trample all over him. When will they learn to never judge a book by their cover? Guess they will never learn.

“Please! Give us another extension! This was all we were able to scrape up!” The man before him said, begging on his knees. Izuku kept looking at the man and his small force behind him.

What a fucking liar. There’s a reason why the small group of goons were behind him, armed with a variety of weapons and in fighting stances. Not even trying to hide the fact they were after his head.

Izuku got off his chair, walking towards the large envelope on his desk. Taking out his dagger from the sheath on his right leg, Izuku made quick, precise cuts all over the envelope.

“Do you idiots honestly think you guys can kill me?” Izuku said, opening the envelope. The smug looks on the goons soon dropped when they saw that what they worked on so hard was now completely useless. “A bomb? Please.” Izuku threw it to the side, the device crumpling to pieces as it rolled along and hit the wall. “Get more creative. A 5 year old can do better than this.” Izuku said, quickly remembering that he had go over a few things with said 5 year old.

“Getting all cocky simply because you’re able to figure out we were trying to kill you?” The man said, getting off his knees.

“You’re the one underestimating me.” Izuku said, standing in front of the man, arms crossed against his chest, his dagger swinging freely between his thumb and forefinger.

“I can say the same to you, you stupid arrogant child! I don’t know why Tomura and his stupid master worship you as if you were some type of genius. Hell, they bestowed you with the name Reaper. Last time I checked all you did was sell information.” The man said with a grin, only to drop once Izuku started to cackle. He just insulted him, how did that not affect him?

“Obviously you don’t know why I’m called like that! Why do you think you never hear again from those who can’t pay my fees?” Izuku said, smiling as he pushed a button underneath his desk. Everyone in the room was confused when they heard a distant thud and saw Izuku put on a metal mask on and a pair of two surgical gloves on. When they saw Izuku spin the dagger and then hold it lovingly, it dawned on them. “An eye for an eye, a tooth or a tooth. But in this case, a life for a life.” Izuku said, smiling underneath his mask. “But don’t worry! You won’t be buried 6 feet underground. You’ll be put to better use than fertilizer!”

“Doctor!” Inko exclaimed when she saw him pass by. “You look happy today!”

“I am indeed dear. A lot of blood samples and organs were able to be make its way here thanks to some kind donors. The children who were waiting on them don’t have to wait any longer! We can finally do the surgeries that can give them a new life.”

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The Day We Lost Everything

Encounter 1:

Vyris

It had been almost six months since that God forsaken anti-hero showed up, forcing Mysterion to reemerge onto the streets of South Park. Crime had been small, at least to Kenny's awareness, until a creepy masked individual started revealing average townspeople as criminals or victims to a grander issue in the town. While all of this kid's research matched up, there were a few facts about him that the vigilante couldn't ignore.

He was killing or at least harming those involved, and he was calling out the retired superhero with an upside down question mark at each scene. Things became personal when his little sister and all the others in her class started talking about him.

“Why are you so dumb, Karen? That mean masked guy is obviously just Mysterion.”. Kenny overheard this conversation as he walked up to pick the youngest McCormick up from school, ditching his last class to do so like always.

“You're wrong! My guardian angel wouldn't hurt people! He's gonna stop that guy, I promise you.”. It had been years since Mysterion was mentioned, the caped protector of innocence only wandering the streets in vain as he tried searching for a lost friend. Eight years of waiting, he'd all but given up on the missing red head.

“Hey, Ken, tell your sister she's delusional. You know this Vyris guy is just Mysterion as a villain now, everyone knows that.”. One particularly bratty boy commented, making the brown haired girl start to cry.

Before Kenny could say anything, a very happy voice responded, “Vyris isn't Mysterion. Mr. Vy talks with me online sometimes. He said he's going to help me move on from big brother going away, but he needed an audience with Mysterion first. I think they're old friends!”. A bright smile accompanied Ike's face as he joined the classmates he was usually teased by for being too young to be in their class.

“...Ike, Karen, let's get going home. We're not talking about that freak.”. His response quieted the class, taking the two kids in hand and walking them home. Add that as another reason this asshole forced him to be a god damn hero again. No one would endanger Ike, he'd promised Kyle that in return for the latter coming home. Maybe if he kept that up, Kyle would listen for once and get his ass back to the group.

“Kenny, you seem really upset. I know you miss Mysterion too, maybe he'll come back and have a cool fight with Vyris!”

“No, Karen, he's my guardian angel. You aren't allowed to sick yours on him.”. This dependence on the masked figure was concerning, something he'd have to alert Sheila of. Ever since the incident, Ike has been shifting from obsession to obsession, always talking about how he was going to talk all about the latest pick with Kyle when he got back from his trip. Anytime Kenny hears this phrase, all he can think of is the bloody green hat he found two years after losing the one friend he never thought would leave him.

Best case scenario, Kyle didn't suffer when whatever took him killed the poor guy. That didn't stop him from searching every fucking nearby town for the past eight years. Now that he wanted to give up and move on, this fucking creep shows up to taunt him.

He sighed deeply, remembering the information Ike had given him. It was a message from Vyris to Mysterion, a formal invitation to meet on the rooftops of the Ustore It. An hour had passed, it was fucking freezing in the snow wearing just tights, and Kenny was beyond pissed at himself.

“Why would I believe the ramblings of some asshole pretending to be Vyris on fucking Minecraft. I get Ike believing it, but you're better than this.”. Yelling at yourself in a blizzard was the best way to cope with getting one's hopes up, right?

“Are our ramblings too inconsistent for you, Mysterion? We waited a long time for you to find us, the least you can do is patiently wait for me.”. An obviously altered voice sounded from behind the blond, causing the muttering hero to turn on his heels. This would be the first time they saw each other, the first real appearance of the Vyris of South Park, and the bane of Kenny's existence.

Before Mysterion spoke, he took a long moment just looking over the unexpectedly solemn anti-hero. Vyris wore a pair of freshly stolen black jeans coupled with heeled boots Kenny was shocked made no noise as he stepped, making the individual about five feet and six inches, still a good amount shorter than his forced rival. The boots were decorated with neon green writing, the word 'Vyris’ on both outer sides.

A long yet thin black cloak draped over the ensemble, barely showing the sleeveless dress top underneath, something clearly for a girl. A black glove covered his left hand, the rest of this arm blocked by his cloak. Aside from hiding under a hood just like Kenny, a dirty masquerade mask also hid the top of Vyris’ face. A veil hung down from the mask, covering up the rest of his face.

“Stay where you are, unless you really are a masochist.” The voice warmed, not coming from Vyris himself. Mysterion stalked over to the threat regardless, not seeing a weapon and stupidly assuming he had the upper hand. A few steps before he could attack, already reaching out to grab Vyris, a bear trap snapped around his foot, having been concealed in the snow. There was a groan of pain, but this wasn't anything new to him. He'd just bleed out now and fight this asshole later when he's terrified of a dead man hunting him.

“Congratu-fucking-lations, you're just going to kill someone else for no reason.”. He almost growled, every bit of anger he had for the past few years begging to be unleashed on the overconfident man. “Why are you even in this shithole town? This is my fucking territory.”

Vyris stepped forward, his gloved hand reaching out to touch Mysterion’s face, but the latter pulled away. This effectively cut at his ankle more, the twisting bringing about a new wave of pain. “You weren't supposed to fall for that. We always thought you were smarter.”

“Jokes on you, I'm a fucking retard! Tell me why you are here and harassing Ike Broflovski.”. He could bleed out, but first he'd need information. Vyris suddenly knelt down at Mysterion's feet, opening up the device. “What are you doing?”

“We can't let you die again. This has to go better than our first meeting. We weren't in our disguise that time, but our eyes never met.”. The voice was quieter now, his right hand moving Kenny's injured foot and forcing the vigilante onto his back. “...We can't cure that, perhaps letting you die would be merciful, we can meet here again tomorrow night.”

This calm reaction only made Kenny more furious, but the pain in his mangled foot was starting to blur his thoughts. “If I die here, there isn't a second meeting, idiot.”

“Spawn of Cthulhu, you cannot fool us. We've watched you die for your town over and over this past few weeks. Why is it you pretend to be mortal? Are you afraid of being looked upon like a god?”. He was sitting in the snow now, packing up the metal contraption. “Ask us anything you wish, you might as well interrogate us before dying again. Last time we brushed paths on the roof of our home, we scared you off the roof. We do apologise for that.”

This made him jolt up again, getting to his knees to face the mask in front of him. “Who are you, why are you harassing Ike, why are you harassing me, and what the fuck do you know about the disappearance of Kyle Broflovski.”. He rattled off, earning an amused yet low chuckle from the actual source. “What's so funny?”

“You are. Always so quick to anger in this form. He was like that too. The boy you're inquiring about. His temper never did him favors, why would yours?”

“Don't you talk about him so casually! Answer the damn questions before I break your neck.”. Without responding verbally, Vyris moved closer now, sitting next to the injured hero. The stranger took his gloved hands off of the floor, placing the purple clothed fingers around his own neck.

“Kill us, Mysterion, that is why we are here. We've done terrible things, hurt innocent people, and corrupted someone who once trusted us. We want you, the moonlight of this town, to kill us. We've tried to do it ourself, but we can't. It won't let us die.”

There was silence now, nothing but tension between the two. Vyris’ left hand tapped impatiently onto the back of Mysterion's own hand, the appendages delivering more force than expected. When the hero didn't respond, one finger slowly pressed against his glove, starting to break skin pretty easily.

The blond managed to squirm away, kicking his new enemy off with his good foot. “Kid, I don't know who you think you are, but I don't kill anyone. I'll arrest you like everyone else.”

His tone betrayed that confidence, wavering due to the blood pouring out now. “I'm too busy to waste time on something like you, if you'll excuse me.”. It was time to wake up, which meant plunging off the rooftop again.

Before he could actually get himself to the edge of the building, something dug deep into his left shoulder. “Mysterion, if you insist on abandoning us again and giving her more control, at least let us make that decision. You aren't just dying for you anymore. Your life may not concern you, but your constant deaths will make us your worst nightmare.”

Blue eyes looked up in fear at the hand on his shoulder, seeing metal pierced through the fabric of Vyris’ gloves and into his skin. For the first time, he faltered in his speech. “What are you talking about? You can't get that I'll come back, no one does. And why does it even matter to you, I don't fucking know you!”. No one had ever openly accepted his curse before, he might have been relieved if it were someone important to him.

“You are correct. I..I...we mean nothing to you. We never did. But you mean life or death to us, and it would be in your best interest to choose death.”. The grip on his shoulder loosened just a bit, and without warning Vyris pulled Kenny to hang his head off the edge. “Do you want to die?”

“Not by your hands, you crazy bastard!” Just as he tried to shove himself off, the metal hand clawed deep into to the fleeing teen's neck, suspending his body above the fall for just a moment longer, vision fading to black.

“We guess we are going to be the bastard this time. See you tomorrow, Mysterion.”. He let go, watching the boy crash to the ground like a ragdoll before leaving the storage area.

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