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takeflight-hermitcraftau · 4 years

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Chapter 2-Two Brain cells with a Death Wish

Grian looked back at Mumbo, the words resonating in his head for a second. “Well… You see.” He started out softly, sitting up straighter and wrapping his wings loosely around himself. “In my other world, Evolution, We started finding these pillars. These symbols made of bedrock and obsidian. If we did good deeds, if we followed what they told us to do, we were rewarded. Any sign of selfishness or cruelty was punished.” Grian scratched at the back of his neck, looking at Mumbo for any signs of annoyance.

“So they were… essentially the gods of your world?” He asked, Grian nodded.

“Essentially yea. They watched over us and made sure we got through updates at the pace they wanted us too. Everyone on the server told me my wings were because of them, that I should be happy, and that I might be like them. But I don’t wanna be. It seems so boring. You build the same pillars, the same towers, without any change. You don’t seem to have any worldly ties. It seems… lonely. Besides, with my nature I’m pretty sure they hate me.” Grian curled up into himself a bit, his voice trailing off into a mumble.

“You’re nature? You mean your playful and silly attitude? You mean your work ethic and your willingness to try new things and learn?” Mumbo asked, a small and comforting smile pulling onto his face. Grian looked up at him, almost confused by what he said. “Do you not believe me?”

“No, yes- i mean-! I don’t know. I’m not used to all this. Everyone back home kinda just ignored me until I decided to blow up their base or steal diamonds. When they needed me to rebuild or replace stuff. People usually didn’t call me over to just have a chat.” Grian said, sighing as he shifted to face Mumbo. “But what about you? What about everyone else here? Why do you all have wings?”

“Well… I shouldn’t tell everyone’s stories. Some are a bit personal. But I believe most of them come from a glitch. Something happened and we were spawned in with them. We don’t really question it.” Mumbo shrugged, “But people like Doc and Cleo have a bit more of a troubled history with their glitched parts. Not to mention they were already player hybrids to start. But hey, those sorts of things are in the past, and they make us look bloody cool don’t it?” Mumbo grinned, listening to Grian’s high pitched laugh as his head was thrown back.

“Right. Now… just cause i’m curious. How fast can you go?” Grian asked, trying to change the topic. Mumbo perked up proudly.

“I’d say a solid 50 blocks per hour.” He said, the feathers of his wings ruffling a bit. Grian just laughed.

“Only 50? I can get to a solid 100 without breaking a sweat!” Grian challenged. Mumbo stood up.

“You wanna test that mate?” he asked. Grian stood up as well.

“First one to the fantasy district and back wins?”

“Deal.” The two shook hands, readying themselves at the top of Mumbo’s base, hands firm against the white concrete, legs bent and ready to snap at a moments notice. Their wings were open, Mumbo’s only slightly so he didn’t slam Grian into the ground on take off.

“Three…” Grian started, a grin pulling at his face.

“Two…” Mumbo glanced over to the dirty blond, not liking the look on his face. Chaos was aflame in his eyes, and it was almost unnerving.

“ONEGO!” Grian yelled, his feet pushing against the concrete as he launched himself into the air. He sped off, leaving Mumbo screaming in the distance. “EAT MY TAIL FEATHERS MUMBO JUMBOLIO!” Grian yelled behind himself, before looking straight ahead. He expertly dodged mountains and tall trees, hands out in front of him and helmet secured tightly to his head.

Wind whipped passed him, and he had to yell an apology to Scar for nearly crashing into him, but the two narrowly avoided each other. Grian smiled widely as the smell of the ocean faded into grass and trees, then back into that salt like scent. He saw the starting of False’s base, the start of the fantasy district. “HEY FALSE!” Grian called out to the building blond. He landed on top of her little mountain, grinning widely. He couldn’t even see Mumbo.

“Oh! Hey Grian what’s up?” False flew over to him.

“Oh I’m just beating Mumbo in a race. I’m waiting to see him before i bolt back.”

“You cheeky sod.” False laughed, and Grian joined in. “Oh I see him now!” False pointed out, and Grian just waved to Mumbo happily.

“See ya!” Grian laughed, taking off once more and blasting past Mumbo.

“You little bas-!” Grian didn’t hear the rest of Mumbo’s sentence, laughing hysterically has he flew onto Biffa’s mountain. He landed carefully.

Or tried too.

He screamed as he was flying far too fast, collide face first with the ground.

Grian experienced kinetic energy

Docm77: gg

MumboJumbo: hA

MumboJumbo: OHNO

MumboJumbo experienced kinetic energy

Grian respawned inside of his shipwreck, laughing wildly. He held his stomach and laughed until he fell out of bed.

Docm77: GG

Falsesymmetry: Omg i caught that on camera.

Grian clutched his stomach, his head thrown back in wild laughter. “Oh my god. That’s too perfect!” He stood up slowly, rushing over to Mumbo’s base. He swam up onto his platform and took off. He was still laughing by the time he got there, Mumbo standing frazzled by his bed. “Oh my god that was too funny.” Grian wheezed, landing on the little treehouse Mumbo had made. Mumbo just burst out laughing as he realized what exactly just happened.

“Oh my- Oh my god. That was perfect. I should’ve been recording!” Mumbo laughed, the two just sitting on the platform and taking deep breaths to calm themselves down. “Soo i totally won that.” Mumbo grinned, yelping as he was hit on the shoulder.

“No you did not! If we hadn’t died I totally would’ve won!” Grian protested. He stood up. “Come on lets go get our stuff back.” He took off quickly once more, never seeming too loose his energy. Mumbo smiled at the new hermit as he flew off, sighing softly. Just another day in the Hermitcraft world.

Grian landed on top of the mountain, quickly collecting his things as the sun went down. He pulled on his armor, held his sword in his hands and went back to his base after he messaged Mumbo that he’d be going to bed. He dived down into the ocean, using his wings to propel him underwater. His wings were sleek and rather small, nothing compared to people like TFC and Doc. His wings were built for speed and agility. He swam in through the neck of the bottle, popping out into his cramped base. He pulled a nametag out of one of his chests, and quickly took out a marker, writing ‘TAG’ in large and bold letters over it.

He pulled out his camera again, starting it up and going to record. He explained the rules of his new game, writing them down in a book as he did so. He was grinning like mad, a fire in his eyes he didn’t even know his soon to be chaos was fueling. Grian was giggling to himself as he wrote everything down, quickly flying out of his base and onto the little platform. He shook out his clothes and wings once more, taking flight and rushing over to Mumbo’s base. He looked onto his communicator, finding Mumbo’s gamertag and noticing he had went afk for a while. He groaned loudly, just for now hiding in a corner and watching the chickens that had suspiciously filled Mumbo’s base.

Grian ended up perching himself onto Mumbo’s enchantment station, one knee to his chest while his other leg dangled off the bookshelves. He kept throwing eggs everywhere, the occasional chicken spawning in. He hummed softly to himself, and was rather surprised that he had the patience to wait for Mumbo instead of just flying off to get someone else.

Docm77: Does anyone have a few books to spare? I only need l 3.

MumboJumbo: Oh yea! Just come into my base and snag them.

Grian pressed himself against the wall, hiding out of Mumbo’s sight just in case. He went to peak around the wall, only to find he was still afk!

Being afk was a sleeplike state that was induced after a few minutes of standing completely still. For some people it allowed them to retreat into a mind space, for others it was just like meditation. But it allowed mobs to spawn near a player, or for machines to continue working. It was bad edicate to do anything to people while they were afk.

Grian sighed, deciding to go for Doc instead, hiding next to Mumbo’s ladder and sitting there, waiting for the player hybrid to climb down the ladder into the place. He groaned loudly, walking over to Mumbo and poking at him.

“Mumbo jumbo you are afk.” He sang boredly, “I’m gonna take your mustache away-” He puffed out his cheeks as he got no response. God. He felt like a needy girlfriend. But he was so bored! You can’t blame him!

A loud squeak rang past his lips as he heard a accented voice complaining faintly, the sound hovering above him. He quickly rushed back to his spot, practically bouncing up and down as chickens walked around the whole place. He heard a loud explosion, before a death message popped up. Shit. Grian quickly climbed up the ladder of Mumbo’s base, quickly getting Doc’s scattered things and rushing to put them in a chest before everything despawned.

It was normal practice for him, as it had been mostly ingrained into his head that because of his speed he needed to help others with when they inevitably died. He sighed softly, making a sign and putting it on the chest, giving Doc directions to Mumbo’s base. He quickly slipped back into Mumbos base, and waited another ten or so minutes before he heard Doc’s grumbling as he climbed down the ladder. He pressed his wings into the wall behind him, seeing the creeper hybrid walking towards Mumbo. He rushed him quickly.

Grian reached out a fist, punching Doc in the shoulder, threw him both the tag and the book, before bolting back up the ladder. “I GOT YOU!” Grian yelled in victory, laughing hysterically as he quickly climbed. Doc didn’t even manage to get a word in before Grian left, but he started laughing as well, rubbing his shoulder.

“What the hell?” He asked, looking at the book that had been thrown at him. “A tag game hm? Interesting.” His voice drawled menacingly, and he looked over at Mumbo. He took the items he originally came for, and left. Hey, he might be an evil genius but he’ll play by the rules.

Grian landed on his platform, laughing hysterically. He let out a small sigh to calm himself down, fluttering his wings a bit to let out some pent up energy. He plopped down onto the cobblestone ground, looking up at the sky with a wide grin. So far he wasn't getting any typing in the chat from Doc. So he knew the other wasn’t angry at him for being hit.

He stretched out his wings, looking to them. His wings were small compared to Doc and TFC. But he was pretty damn confident he could out fly either of them. He hasn’t been able to talk to Stress much, but he’s pretty sure her wings are smaller than his. It really didn’t matter though. What did matter, was that they were a group of people, all who had been deemed out-casts by others, or felt as such. And they found a home with one another. He found a home with them. And frankly, he kind of didn’t want to go back.

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afjakwritesarchive · 6 years

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contest fic!

Here’s one of the fics from my december giveaway, written for https://cultured---trash.tumblr.com/ who requested US/Fem!UK superhero AU!

It was nearly eleven P.M, and Alfred was only just getting off his shift at the restaurant. He walked along the sidewalk toward his apartment complex without paying much attention to his surroundings, more concerned with counting his tips whenever he passed under a streetlamp. His earnings for the night had been decent—like most servers, his hourly wasn't nearly enough, but his tips for the night had made up for it with a little extra to spare. He decided he'd treat himself to an extra coffee the following morning and tucked the cash into the pocket of his uniform blacks slacks, looking up just in time to collide with another person. “Shit, sorry, man.” Alfred said before taking a step back and trying to walk around them. However, the person—who was slightly taller than Alfred and much bulkier—took hold of his arm and wrenched him back. Alfred let out a yelp of surprise and ripped his arm out of the man’s grip, but got no further before the man had rushed forward and put his hands on Alfred’s shoulders, pushing him to the ground. Alfred let out a startled yelp as he toppled over and slammed into the concrete.

“What the hell, dude?” Alfred cried, looking up with an annoyed huff. The man stood over him and pushed his jacket back, revealing the butt of a gun tucked underneath his belt. “Give me everything in your pockets and your backpack. Now.” Alfred blinked. Then, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his narrow nose a bit, he shook his head. “Listen, man, I don't think—“

“Shut up! I said give it over!” “Listen, man, you really dunno what you're doing. I won't hurt you if you back off now.” Alfred warned, his attitude entirely nonchalant. The man merely laughed and extracted the gun from his belt, aiming at Alfred. “This is your last warning.” Alfred sighed, as if annoyed. He began to raise a hand, blue sparks already dancing across his fingertips. “Okay, dude, but I told you that you shouldn't—“ Alfred was cut off by the man’s sudden cry of surprise and pain. The hand with the gun in it jerked down and the gun fell from his hands. Then, the man cried out again, his head jerking to the side as if he'd been hit. When he turned back to face Alfred, blood was flowing from his nose and he glared at Alfred, enraged. The American blinked, gaping in awe from his position on the ground. He looked around for anyone who could have delivered the hits, coming up empty. Had he done that? He was certain he'd never been able to hit people with his mind before—his powers were a bit unpredictable, sure, but a new one hadn't appeared since he was a teenager. The man lunged at Alfred, only to be jerked back. After enduring a few more strikes to the face, the man stumbled and then toppled over, hollering something about “giving up”. He then scrambled to his feet and ran past Alfred, turning a corner and disappearing. Alfred stared off in his direction, absolutely bewildered. Finally, he turned his head back toward the street in front of him, jolting at the sight of a young woman standing in front of him, breathing heavily. “Are you alright?” She asked, holding out a hand to him. Her green eyes gazed down into Alfred’s blue, seeming to search his face for any sign of damage. “Um, yeah,” Alfred said, taking her small, smooth hand in his large, calloused one. She pulled him to his feet with a strength Alfred wouldn't have expected from someone as small as her. She was incredibly slender, at least a foot shorter than Alfred, and everything about her reminded him of the word dainty. “Thanks, by the way. Did you, uh, do whatever that was to him?” Alfred asked curiously, looking down at her with an interested smile. Her unusually thick brows pulled down, seeming upset. She sighed. “I’m sorry about this, really, but I can't have you remembering my face,” she said before raising her hand. Alfred was so enamored by her British accent, he almost didn't notice the odd green light emitting from her palm. He let out a yelp of surprise and jumped back, wide-eyed at the idea that she was going to wipe his mind of what he'd seen. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on a second, I have powers too!” Alfred exclaimed, raising both hands in surrender. The woman’s thin lips frowned, but she lowered her hands. “…You have powers?” She asked hesitantly, clearly not believing him. “Yeah! I can—um, I’m super strong, I heal really fast, and I can do this,” Alfred said before displaying a hand to her. Electricity sparked from his fingertips and curled around his hand. At this, the woman’s green eyes went wide in shock and she leaned closer to Alfred’s hand with interest. “How powerful is it?” She asked, marveling over the mesmerizing visual affect the electricity had. “This much could stun a person for like thirty seconds,” Alfred said and pulled his hand back a bit to make sure she didn't accidentally touch it. “But I can make it was more severe than that. What can you do? Can you hit people with your mind?” He asked, willing the electricity away and stepping closer. She seemed amused by Alfred’s words, suppressing a chuckle. “No, I was invisible,” she answered easily. “Sadly I can't hit people with my mind, although that would make things much easier.” She stopped there, seeming reluctant to share any more. “Dude, invisibility? That's so sick. You're fucking awesome!” Exclaimed Alfred enthusiastically, beaming at her. The woman was instantly struck with the brightness of his expression. It was no wonder the possessed the ability to manipulate electricity—when he lit up like that, he looked as though he were electrically charged. His blue eyes seemed to glow, and his smile was so wide and bright she half wondered if he unconsciously used his powers, for she felt a small shock run through her. “Thank you,” she said, somewhat cautious despite the man’s familiar attitude. “I’m Alfred, by the way! Alfred Jones.” He said, and held his hand out to her. She glanced at it and then raised her large eyebrows at him, as if to ask, are you kidding me? Alfred laughed at her expression and shook his head, golden hair falling in his face as he did so. “I swear I won't shock you,” he laughed. After another moment of hesitation, the woman reached out and took his hand. “I’m Alice Kirkland.” She told him as she shook his hand. Alfred nearly pulled her arm off with how enthusiastically he shook her hand before releasing her. “Man, it's nice to meet you, Alice! I've never met someone else who had powers except my brother!” Alfred said with that same wide grin. “What else can you do? What was that green thing with your hand? Were you gonna erase my memory?” Alice blushed, finding herself flustered by Alfred’s incredible energy. “Yes, I can do a little bit of memory manipulation. I can erase memories and create new ones, though creating them is much more challenging and I rarely ever do it. There not much use for it, anyway. I can also alter memories, although only very slightly, like making someone believe they drank orange juice instead of tea or something…And I’m also resistant to fire. Not so much of a power as a special quality, but I can't be burned by fire.”

“Still, that's fucking sick.” Alfred said before looking her over. She was obviously more than a capable of taking care of herself, but Alfred still found himself asking, “where are you headed? I’ll walk you there, if it's alright.” Alice seemed startled by his question. Then, flushing red, she nodded her head. “I was just headed back to my flat. It's this way.” She said, beginning to walk. Alfred fell into step beside her and smiled down at her. “Mine’s this way too!” He said happily. “So, sorry for bombarding you with questions, but there's so much I wanna know. How long have you had your powers?” “I first started noticing them in my early teens. As I grew older, they grew stronger with me.” “That's so cool! Do you have any siblings with powers?” She nodded. “All of my brothers have powers, including invisibility. I’m the only one with memory manipulation, though. What about you? You said your brother had powers too?” She questioned. “Yeah. Mattie and I are twins, so we developed around the same time. He has a bunch of cool powers, more than me, but his are more mental than physical. He has telekinesis, telepathy, and he can look up to a month into the future. He doesn't really, though. At least, not for himself. I think he does for me sometimes, just to check up on me.” Alfred said with a laugh. The pair continued talking until Alice stopped outside of a building. “Well, this is me,” she said. Alfred looked at the building and grinned. “Holy shit, me too! Have we seriously been living in the same building this whole time?” He asked, seeming absolutely ecstatic. Alice blinked, a bit surprised by that fact as well. Happiness surged within her at the thought of being able to see Alfred again, which she quickly stamped down. “What floor are you?” “Four, you?” “Two.” Alice answered, somewhat disappointed. That made it a bit harder to run into Alfred in the halls, but it explained why they'd never met. “Damn, that sucks. Oh, well. Guess if we wanna hang out it won't be a hassle coming over, at least.” Alfred said, holding the door open for Alice. She stepped inside, thanking him softly and ignoring her flushed face. “Yes, I suppose not.” “You're welcome at my place any time, just so you know. I’m number 7.” Alfred said as they stepped into the elevator together. He pressed the buttons for their respective floors and turned toward Alice. She looked up at him and smiled somewhat awkwardly. “Thank you, Alfred. I’ll keep that in mind.” The elevator stopped and opened at her floor. “It was nice meeting you.” She said before stepping out. Alfred gave her a bright smile and waved her goodbye until the doors closed. Alice couldn't help but to smile as she turned and walked toward her flat. —————————————————————————————————— From there, friendship bloomed slowly. It started when Alice knocked on Alfred’s door and asked for a cup of sugar. He'd seemed somewhat amused and invited her in while he found one, at which point she'd thanked him and left in a hurry, only to return an hour later with a small container of terribly burnt scones for him. Alfred had once again invited her in, this time for a cup of coffee. She'd agreed despite not liking coffee and he'd scarfed down her scones, ignoring the terrible taste, in order to make her happy. The smile on her face had made Alfred happy too, and he'd decided eating them was worth it even when she promised to make him more another time. From there, their meetings became somewhat regular. At first, it was only a few times a month; but after three months, Alfred seemed intent on seeing her more. They started meeting every week, and within a few months the unannounced entrance of one into the other’s apartment became common, each one considering the other to be their best friend. Despite their stark differences in personality, Alfred and Alice got on well. They learned from each other, and their powers complemented each other well. When they went out in public, they usually found trouble—and found that they worked well as a crime-fighting duo as well. Though there wasn't exactly a super villain in their city, there was certainly some dangerous organized crime that needed combatting. They sought it out together, usually aiding the police in their efforts to rid the city of violent or illegal doings under fake names and appearances (crafted by Alice using her memory alteration). Alfred’s speed paired with Alice’s invisibility and their mutual skill in combat lead to many successes in their battles, usually with little to no injury to either person. There had been a few close calls—they'd each had to carry the other out of a dangerous situation once or twice, but Alfred was absolutely convinced of his duty to the people of his city, and Alice cared far too much for him to ever let him fight a battle alone. Thus, their lives became more and more intertwined. They worked side by side fighting crime under fake identities, and walked side by side as best friends under their real ones. They became practically inseparable—though they each had their own lives, the other was a constant part of it, a piece which they each treasured (though Alfred was more open about his affection for Alice than she was about hers for him).

Lately, though, Alice had noticed something odd between them, something she had trouble placing. She felt as though there was unspoken tension between them, and worried that she was the cause of it. Though she'd initially been wary of Alfred and his friendly demeanor, worrying that he was a little too friendly, after getting close to him and realizing how genuine he was, her platonic affection had morphed into romantic affection.

She tried not to let it affect her actions when she was around the man, but she found herself blushing far more than usual and shying away from any questions of her romantic interests. She could hardly stand Alfred’s constant affection, wanting him more and more each time he casually slung an arm across her shoulders or hugged her or jokingly tugged on her long ponytails. She was falling in love with him, and she was sure that Alfred was catching on to her awkwardness.

The atmosphere between them had shifted, though in what direction Alice wasn't sure until the day of the fire.

She woke up at around six in the morning to the apartment building’s fire alarm going off. Immediately, the young woman leapt out of bed and rushed to the front door, flinging it open. Her neighbor was standing in the hallway, and looked to her with worry in his eyes when he saw her.

“It's coming from the fourth floor! You have time to grab anything you really need!”

Unthinking, Alice jolted into action and rushed back into her apartment, beginning to stuff a duffel bag full of her most prized possessions. It wasn't until she'd rushed out into the hallway, a duffel bag slung over her shoulder and her cat, Crumpet, under her arm, that she remembered Alfred and gasped. Immediately, she ran downstairs and outside.

At the sight of Alfred, she sighed in relief. He was walking out of the building with two people slung over his shoulder, who he quickly carried to their landlord. Alice rushed toward him, about to fling her arms around the man, when he turned toward her.

“There's still three people inside!” He exclaimed.

Alice glanced around, wide-eyed. Then, nodding determinedly, she passed her belongings off to a neighbor.

“I'll go. You shouldn't go back in, the smoke could—!”

“No way! I’m going in!” Alfred interrupted before rushing back into the building.

Alice let out a cry of shock and sprinted after him, ignoring the yells of her landlord and neighbor. The first and second floor were mostly clear, with the third being slowly engulfed. Alfred called for her to follow him as he rushed to the fourth and final floor of the building and down the hall.

Smoke filled the air, and Alice knew it must have been suffocating for Alfred. She rushed ahead of him, unaffected, and into the house. Two children and a young woman were huddled behind the kitchen counter, holding tightly to each other. Alfred surged into the home behind Alice and immediately rushed forward. “We’re gonna get you out of here!” He cried, coughing afterward. He tugged the woman and the older child towards him, flinging the woman over his shoulder with ease due to his super strength. Afterward, he lifted the other child up. Alice set the smallest child on her back and they rushed out of the building and onto the street once more, setting te family down with the rest of the building.

Crumpet meowed excitedly at the sight of her owner and Alice smiled as she and Alfred walked toward the cat. Then, Alfred stopped dead in his tracks.

“Oh my god, Hero!” He cried loudly, thinking of his own cat,most. Likely still trapped in his apartment.

He was already turning back toward the building when Alice grabbed his arm.

“Alfred, no! I’ll go!” She cried.

“The place is about to collapse! If something falls, there’s no way you’all be able to make it out!” Alfred exclaimed in response, pulling her off of him. “I swear I’ll be right out!”

“Alfred, no—!”

But Alfred was already rushing back into the building. Alice jerked forward, immediately starting after the American, but was caught around the waist by her landlord.

“You can't go in there!” He cried, holding her back.

“Let me go!” She huffed, shoving against him.

The man successfully held her back for only a moment before Alice employed her skill in fighting in order to shove him off, trying to inflict as little damage as possible. The man fell to the ground and Alice ran back into the building, sprinting all the way to the fourth floor.

“ALFRED!” She shouted loudly as she ran further into the building and then into Alfred’s apartment.

To her great shock, Alfred was laying face-up on the ground, coughing roughly. Hero was perched in his lap and pawing at his chest, as if urging his owner to get up.

“Alfred!” Cried Alice, horrified. She rushed forward and dropped down beside him. “Can you stand?!”

Alfred shook his head, tears in his eyes from the smoke. His coughing was incessant and quickly growing worse. He began gesturing frantically toward Hero, telling Alice to save him, but she shook her head.

“I’m going to get you both out of here!” She cried determinedly, feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline. She tugged Alfred closer and into her arms, making sure that hero was balanced in the man’s lap, and lifted Alfred up.

The cat let out a yowl of surprise at being off the ground, clinging to Alfred. Alice rushed out of Alfred’s apartment with the man held bridal style in her arms. Despite the strain of carrying Alfred, Alice was able to exit the building quickly. Once she was near the others, she collapsed on her knees, stilling clinging to the American. Hero leapt out of his lap and Alice lowered the American to the ground, panting.

Several people in the buidling had surrounded them now, helping Alfred to sit up as he continued to cough and offering Alice water and cheers of gratitude.

The paramedics arrived soon after, treating all those in need. To everyone’s happiness, the injuries to the buiIding’s inhabitants were minor, and everyone who lived there had made it out safely.

Alice, who had been unaffected by the fire thanks to her powers, was leaning against the wall of the building across the street, Alfred leaning against her and recovering quickly from his coughing fit due to his own powers.

Once he was finally able to speak, Alfred looked to Alice and grinned. “Thanks for saving my life.” He said.

Alice went a bit red. “Of course. Don’t you ever be so stupid again, though! I can't believe how reckless that was! I could’ve gone in and gotten hero without a problem!”

“I couldn't let you do that,” Alfred said with a shake of his head. “If something happened to you, I dunno what I'd do with myself.”

“Yes, well, something nearly did happen to you, so imagine how I feel.” Alice huffed, her bottom lip wobbling. She realized very abruptly that she was starting to cry, the thought of loosing Alfred affecting her profoundly.

Alfred reached out, cupping her cheeks in his hands. “Alice…” He murmured softly, gazing into her eyes.

Alice pushed his hands away and shook her head. “I'm fine, don’t coddle me,” she huffed, looking away to wipe her eyes.

“I love you.”

Alice jolted, shocked. Her head jerked back toward Alfred’s face and she stared, wide-eyed. “What?”

“I love you, Alice.” Said Alfred sincerely, gazing into her eyes.

Alice paused only a moment before replying, “I love you too, Alfred,” she said, tears forming in her eyes due to the mix of emotions she felt—relief, joy, excitement, and affection all blended together, creating a storm within her.

Alfred grinned, tugging her closer. This time, Alice didn’t try to disspell her romantic thoughts; she succumbed to them, letting her eyes flutter and close as Alfred kissed her.

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kirachama · 7 years

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decoded (707 x reader, part ii)

rating: 13+ (au, later chapters will have spoilers for 707 route as well as secret ends)

notes: uh, so i started this fic a year ago. oops. i’m sure people have long forgotten... chapter two has actually been mostly done for a while, i just hadn’t gotten around to finish it... /coughs

i hope it’s alright. it’s been a while so i’m more unsure than usual about seven... and this mc... well, she’s pretty capable as long as she isn’t looking directly at seven’s handsome face LOLOLOL

chapter 1 | chapter 2 |

“Oh, hey!”

The sound of Yoosung’s voice causes you to freeze. He’d ditched class earlier this week, so it’s the first time you’ve seen him since the RFA party. Slowly, you turn to face him, an easy grin on your face. You’re fairly sure he doesn’t know you were there, and you hope to keep it that way. “What’s up, Yoosung?”

The blond haired boy hurries over so that you’re standing side by side. Once he catches up, you keep walking in the direction of your dorm. “Not much really.”

“I didn’t see you in class on Monday… were you sick…?” you ask.

“Ah, no, I was really tired so I didn’t go…”

“Were you up late playing LOLOL again?”

He laughs nervously. There’s no doubt in your mind that you’ve hit the nail on the head, though it’s also Yoosung and he’s not all that hard to figure out. You give him a reprimanding look and he pouts at you, offering his excuse, “I...I had a really busy weekend! I didn’t have time to play at all.”

The RFA party was this past weekend so it makes sense. It was a pretty big event and Yoosung was probably busy helping organize the entire thing. Your thoughts drift to that red haired RFA member. There’s no denying that that guy knew something about 707, but despite your best efforts you weren’t able to find him again at the party. You did try visiting the RFA’s website to see if you could find a list of their members, but there was none, and hacking into their website yielded absolutely no results.

Of course, you could just ask Yoosung. Surely, he knew that guy since they were members of the same organization. However, if you asked him, you’d also be essentially telling him that you were at the party which would lead to you having to tell him why you were there. You’re not ready to admit that you’ve been moonlighting as a hacker just yet.

“Did I miss anything in class?” Yoosung’s voice snaps you back to reality.

“We have a test on Monday.”

“Whaaaat?” he whines, slumping his shoulders. “Already? That’s just a couple days from now!”

You nod and open your mouth to suggest studying together, but stop yourself before the words come out. The last time the both of you ‘studied’ together, you both just ended up playing LOLOL for a couple hours. Needless to say neither of you got very good grades on that test and as much as you do like playing LOLOL, you would prefer to get something above D- on this next one.

The next couple minutes are spent in silence. You can tell that Yoosung is sulking, at least he is until his phone starts beeping. He checks it and his mood does a complete one-eighty. Must have been LOLOL related.

“Hey, hey hey!” he begins to speed up, bouncing up and down as he goes. “That was my guild leader and apparently there’s an event starting in a little bit! ”

“Oh?” You move to match Yoosung’s pace.

“Yeah! We gotta hurry!”

He breaks out into a run and you follow after, not wanting to be left behind. It only takes the both of you more couple minutes to reach the dorm, and by the time you get to your room, you’re a little out of breath.

“Are you gonna hop on too?” Yoosung asks excitedly.

“Um. Maybe.” The truth is that there is supposed to be a Hackers Chasing Hackers meeting within the next hour or so. You haven’t really checked anything on LOLOL for the past few days, so you don’t know much about the event… It probably wouldn’t take too long to do, but you also don’t want to miss the meeting.

He tilts his head to the side. “It’s a special event though!”

“I have stuff to do. For school,” you offer as an elaboration. “But you better get going, especially if you wanna be ‘world first.’”

“Oh! You’re right!” He turns on his heel and gives you a quick wave before heading off. “Wish me luck!”

You’re able to squeeze in a quick goodbye before he zooms off to his room. Once he’s out of sight, you duck into your room. You pull your laptop out of your bag and place it on your desk. It would be nice to have a desktop setup at the dorm, but your laptop suits you just fine for the time being. You turn it on and grab a quick snack while it boots up. When it’s done you sign into your computer and put on your headset and munch on your snack while waiting for your computer to finish starting up.

As soon as you log onto the server, you see that a bunch of your fellow hackers are already chatting. Most of them are discussing the meeting you’re supposed to be having soon. It’ll probably be about the party since Code GAGA hasn’t called a meeting since then. You briefly consider skipping out on the meeting, or at least the first part of it so you can do that event in LOLOL since you already know that you weren’t able to find 707 at the party. In the end, however, you decide to stay, figuring there will probably be more to the meeting, like status reports and group assignments for any new projects. You notice Code GAGA log in and all of the chatting in the server immediately ceases. The screen shows that he’s typing and he posts for everyone to get into voice channel. You immediately do as he says, making sure to mute yourself as soon as you get on. Then, once most everyone is in voice chat, Code GAGA finally speaks, “Hello everyone. I’m sure you’re all eager to hear the results of our infiltration of the RFA party this past Sunday.”

He pauses for a moment before he continues, “We’d received information that 707 was to be at this party, however it turns out that it was just a false lease.”

You, of course, think that it wasn’t ‘just a false lead’ but without any concrete evidence… Grumbling, you lean over your desk, waiting to see what else he has to say.

“Of course, we won’t let this deter us from finding 707,” he continues. “And speaking of 707, I’ve analyzed the previous methods we used in our attempts to hack his system and I believe I’ve finally found an effective method to get in.”

This causes you to perk up a little. Admittedly, you’re a little excited at the thought that maybe, just maybe this time you guys can beat him… But more than anything you’re nervous, especially when you’ve got a bad feeling about this. You almost type out that you think it’s a bad idea, but the other hackers are flooding the chat server, saying that you should try this new method out. Slowly, you lower your hands. Even if you said something, it’d get lost in the sea of messages.

“I guess we’re all in agreement then,” Code GAGA chuckles, sounding almost smug. “We’ll begin tonight. I shouldn’t need to tell you what time. I’ll let everyone on the hacking team the details an hour before we start.”

Then he logs out.

Everyone starts chatting excitedly about how they think they’ll be able to get 707 this time. But despite your bad feeling, you remain silent. After thinking on it, you don’t think that it’s going to be as Code GAGA seems to think. You highly doubt that you’re going to be on the team, especially since the RFA party infiltration mission was a bust. It’d be better to work on school work than to wait to see if you get that email. One of your professors did assign a rather lengthy essay, and you want to try and get started on that as soon as possible.

At least that’s what you try to do until you get a message from one of the other hackers in the group. The both of you joined around the same time, so you became friends pretty quickly. You’ve even chatted and played games with her on occasion.

meenmeen: hey. aren’t u gonna get on?

me: huh? why?

meenmeen: silly. ur on tonight’s hacking team.

Surprised, you quickly check your Hackers Chasing Hackers email and find that you did indeed get the briefing email. Luckily, there’s still a half hour before the operation so you still have time to prepare.

me: Shit. i didn’t even notice.

meenmeen: np! I told them ur prolly working on school work which is why i messaged u here lol

me:Thanks Minji! Tell them I’ll be on in a minute.

meenmeen: o7

You log into the server and see that most of the other people who are on tonight’s hacking teams are also logged in. Immediately, you apologize for your absence and tell them that you had been engulfed in your school work. Since your reasoning is valid you’re forgiven fairly quickly, and a few members even ask if you want to sit out and have someone else take your place. However, you tell them that it’s fine and that you needed a break from the essay anyway. You spend the rest of the time looking over the email and the methods that Code GAGA wants the team to use for this operation.

From the looks of it, each member will start with a different method and change methods a few times throughout. Each person received a different list of methods to go through and each person is set to change methods at different intervals… The intent is to overwhelm 707 by throwing a bunch of different attacks at him. It seem like a good idea, and it probably would work against your average hacker, but…

Out of the corner of your eye you notice that you have one minute left before the operation begins. With a deep breath, you crack your knuckles and get ready to get to work.

“Hm?”

Noticing something seems a little off, Seven turns to examine one of his computer monitors. After a moment, a slight grin spreads across his face. “...Oho~ What’s this…?”

He turns his full attention to the screen. From the looks of it, his system is being attacked by roughly twenty different sources. Seven scoffs a tiny bit. It’s obvious that it’s Hackers Chasing Hackers picking yet another fight… To be honest, he was expecting they’d pull something like this soon. They probably weren’t too pleased that he managed to slip through their fingers again…

Seven’s thoughts drift to the girl that he met at the party who said she was part of the group. It had been a lot of fun teasing her. Is she part of the team that’s trying to hack him? Before he knows it, he’s already starting to check.

Whoever’s in charge of this attack is having the hackers change methods every so often, which is a smart move, but it leaves them a little defenseless. It takes him a couple minutes, but he goes through and checks the source of each attack. If they aren’t in Korea, he moves on, and if they are, he probes even further. Eventually, Seven finds one that happens to be situated very close to Yoosung’s college. Eventually Seven finds one that happens to be situated very close to Yoosung’s college. The thought of Yoosung causes something to click in Seven’s head. When he first saw that girl, she had been staring at Yoosung, making it obvious that they knew one another. He’s able to pull up a name, and though she never gave it to him, it’s easy enough to check if they’re the same person thanks to social media.

He grins.

It is her.

Seven swivels his chair a little, “...I guess I can play with them a little…”

He spins a few times before he stops right before his keyboard and begins hacking away at his keyboard. One by one, he takes down each hacker. Since each one is distracted, it’s even easier than normal. Though, by the fifth one, it starts to get a little harder. They’re probably telling each other that he’s retaliating and focusing less on attacking and more on defending.

Though that won’t help them much.

Eventually he’s left with just the leader and the girl. Seven debates for a minute who to take down first, then he decides to go for the leader. He puts up a good fight for a moment before he goes down, leaving just her. She doesn’t fall as easily as he expected, mostly because she uses a different method that the other hackers didn’t use to evade him.

“Not bad… not bad...” he murmurs, obviously enjoying himself. “But not good enough~”

“Dammit!”

You slam your fists down on your desk. Of course you knew that there was no way you could evade the great 707 himself, but to be shut down is so damn frustrating especially since he seemed to be toying with everyone today.

One of the other hackers quietly says over the voice channel, “...guess that’s a failure….”

There’s a murmur of agreement amongst everyone else, then, someone exclaims, “What’s going on?!”

You look up at your computer screen and instantly realize that it’s being controlled remotely. The desperate screams of your colleagues echo in your ears as you helplessly watch him install… something onto your laptop. Your heart freezes when the sound is suddenly cut off and the screen turns black, but the power is still on… e didn’t remotely fry the motherboard did he…? Shakily, you reach out for the power button, but just as you’re about to press it, the screen flickers back to life and your computer boots up like normal.

You’re about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then you see the log on screen. It must be what 707 installed. On the screen there’s a message from him.

Have fun hacking back in~

Perplexed, you stare at the screen for a moment before you try to get back into your computer, but it’s no good at all, nothing you do on your computer is working. You check your phone to find that 707 has installed this little ‘gift’ on every Hackers Chasing Hackers computer.

You groan, it’s going to take at least one whole night to get back into your computer.

Guess you’re not going to get back to that essay tonight.

#707 x reader #mystic messenger fanfiction #rival hacker au #luciel choi #uhhhhh #man i feel so bad for not updating this in so long #i'll be better next time #i promise!

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