#Her hands on my waist aaaaAAAA
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Goodness, we slow danced
#Her hands on my waist aaaaAAAA#and then#her hands on my waist again to lead me through the crowd. Her hands were warm on mine#I’m so bi (also we both ace so it works)#And she also did the “omg your hands are so cold!” Holds my hands#and we did funky prom photos in the booth <3#about as awkward looking as our Sadie’s ones lol#We also laid on the grass outside and I pointed out the planets we could see to her
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“parentz/minyn’s ‘honey mo…” ¹˙⁵
kim minji x 6th member!reader / 1.5k
summary. — “parentz/minyn’s ‘honey moon’, ‘parents’, and ‘divorced’ eras in 7 minutes and 22 seconds.”
warnings. — this is formatted like a youtube video, similar to this by @/jihyoruri / all of the members are in this
🎬 — honeymoon era
“wow.” hanni said, shaking her head in mock disappointment as she clicked her tongue at the sigh before her. “we’re in public, guys, try to have some decency.”
the camera panned to you sitting on minji’s lap, the latter’s head on your shoulder.
[ayo?? 🤨🤨🤨]
“i’m only sitting on her lap, unnie.” you told the girl, exasperated. “and besides, you were sitting on minji-unnie’s lap literally a few minutes ago.”
“yeah, but she wasn’t holding me like that.” the vietnamese pointed at minji’s arms, which were around your waist, and her hands, which were folded on top of your stomach.
[parentz caught in 4k 📸]
“that’s because she kept sliding off.” minji argued, readjusting her hold on you. “she’s taller than you are, hanni, and her pants are more slippery compared to yours.”
“my pants and her pants are literally made out of the same material, unnie.” hanni said, rolling her eyes. “if you’re going to make up an excuse, at least make up a good one.”
“i think it’s less about the pants and more about our height, hanni-unnie.” you said, smiling innocently at the older girl.
“hey, i’m not that short-”
“but you are, unnie – you’re literally the shortest member of our group.”
[yn was not playing around whatsoever 💀]
“just let me pay for it, minji-unnie.”
the older girl scoffed, gently pushing your hand away from the cashier. “as your unnie, yn, i can’t let you do that. let me pay for it.”
[she really used the ‘i’m older’ card lol-]
“this type of thing happens all the time.” hyein commented, shaking her head. “you’d think that one of them would cave and just let the other pay, but that never happens.”
“yah, you guys are holding up the line!” hanni said, gesturing to the growing line behind the group. “hurry it up already!”
[those people do not look happy lmfao]
“why not do do rock paper scissors?” danielle suggested. “whoever loses can pay the next time.”
[danielle is newjeans’ angel, both figuratively and literally]
“alright. rock, paper, scissors-”
you, having closed your eyes, peaked them open to see that minji had picked rock and that you had picked paper.
“ah…”
“woo!” you cheered, turning to the tired-looking cashier and handing him the money. “thank you! sorry for holding up the line!”
[he looks so tired of them 💀]
“i should’ve picked scissors.” minji pouted as the six – seven, including the cameraman – of you walked out the store. you giggled, linking your arms together and resting your head on her shoulder. “don’t be sad, unnie, you can pay next time, like dani-unnie said.”
[ngl, this makes me feel single asf 🫠]
“by the way,” haerin said to the camera, her voice low and barely being picked up by the mic. “it’s not even their money they’re spending. it’s manager-unnie’s.”
[oop- 🫢]
🎬 — parents era
“-and that’s a wrap! good job, yn-ah. you nailed it today.”
“thank you.” you murmur, taking off your headphones. “oh, and before i leave, i’d like to tell you that hyein currently has a cold, so please be patient with her today.”
[aaaaaaaa yn <333]
“yes, i’m aware, minji also told me about her cold while she was here.” your ceo told you, clearly amused.
“ah, she did?” you asked, cheeks flushing a light pink. “she didn’t mention doing so.”
“yes, she did.” the older woman said as she chuckled. “she even told me to be patient as well.”
[hyein’s parents love her so much lol]
“have you guys eaten yet?” (hanni)
“du-du~ bam-bam-baaa~ *insert opera singing here*” (danielle??? in the background)
“…most of them are saying that they have.” (haerin)
“that’s good! it’s almost, like, 8 o’clock right now, so it would be pretty worrying if they haven’t eaten yet. for those who haven’t eaten, make sure you eat something soon!” (danielle)
[danielle is an angel x2]
“‘have you eaten?’”(haerin)
“not yet. we just came back to the dorms like, an hour ago from practice, so…” (danielle)
“we were going to get some take out, but then minji-unnie and yn said that we’ve already gotten take-out three times this week.” (hanni)
“both yn-unnie and minji-unnie are currently in the kitchen making food for us to eat, and hyein is helping them, i think.” (haerin)
[i don’t think i need to say much about this lol]
soon after that, yn also went on an audio live.
“‘you take care of your unnies and younger members so well that they probably think of you as their mom.’ really?”
[yes, really.]
“huh, i never realized i was like that. if anything, i thought you guys would say that about minji-unnie. she’s the one with all the ‘minji being newjeans’ mother’ videos…”
[oh shit, has she seen my videos?? *insert shameless self plug here*]
“anyway, i never saw myself as a ‘mom’ figure to anyone. hyein, maybe, but she’s our maknae, so…”
🎬 — divorced era (which didn’t really last long tbh)
“they’re asking what we did earlier today.” haerin reported, moving back from the camera so that your fans wouldn't just be looking at her eyes and nose throughout the entire live.
“well, we had practice of course,” danielle said, lips pursing as she tried to remember what the six of you had done. “and after that…”
“we went out to eat for the first time in like, months.” hanni finished, smiling cheekily. “it was soooo good.”
“we ate went out to eat just last week, hanni-unnie.” you said, smacking the older girl’s arm playfully. she laughed before jokingly rubbed her arm, mouthing the word ow to the camera.
[hanni and yn, the second tom and jerry of newjeans lol]
“oh, and this was the first time yn-unnie and minji-unnie didn’t argue over the bill!” hyein remarked, scrolling through the comments on her phone. “minji-unnie just gave the money to the cashier and yn-unnie didn’t even say anything.”
[trouble in paradise?]
“oh yeah, that was pretty weird.” hanni said, discretely nudging hyein. “it’s like, never happened before, so we were all pretty surprised.”
“well, there’s always a first time for everything.” danielle murmured quietly, glancing at both yn and minji before saying in a louder voice, “the food was really good though. it was sort of pricey, but good.”
[smooth dani to the rescue.]
“man, we saw so many binky light sticks at the music show,” hanni said, sighing happily. “we really enjoyed seeing you guys there, and i hope you guys managed to get some of the gifts we gave out!”
“oh, someone asked, ‘what gifts?’.” danielle said, pointing at the comment on her phone and showing yn and haerin, who were sitting beside her. “yn-ssi, why don’t you tell us about the gifts hanni-nim was talking about?”
amused, you decided to play along, even going so far as to grab your water bottle and place it under your mouth as if it were a mic.
“well, danielle-nim, the gifts hanni-nim was talking about are distributed at a certain location near the venue of our music shows.” you say, picking up your phone. “and if you follow our twitter, newjeans-underscore-ador, you will get tweets on where these locations are, like this one.”
you raise your phone to the camera, showing off the tweet that had been posted that morning.
“…what kind of broadcast is this?” hyein asked from behind the two of you, staring judgementally at you and danielle.
you both laugh, startling haerin which made the two of you laugh harder. behind you, minji was spaced out, a undiscernible look in her eyes. hanni sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder with a sympathetic look on her face.
[there is no heterosexual explanation for either of those actions lmfao]
“moving on,” you say, pulling your phone back as your laughter gradually turned into giggles. “hanni-unnie is right. seeing all your binky light sticks really made my day!”
“‘they looked like hearts’.” haerin read out loud before nodding her agreement. “they did look like hearts – tiny, colorful, glowing hearts.”
“hearts…” you repeat, mindlessly raising your hand and creating half of a heart with it. instead of completing the heart with her own hand as she normally did, though, all minji did was stare at it blankly.
[oh- that’s not good.]
fortunately, haerin noticed your hand awkwardly hanging in the air and shifted towards you subtly, looking at the camera as she moved her hand to yours to complete the heart.
you smile at her thankfully, though it's obvious that you were a little upset by minji’s actions, or rather, a lack thereof.
[ㅠㅠ]
🎬 — and here's a bonus clip of just the two of them talking about their ‘divorce’ lol
“some people are asking about our… divorce??” (yn)
“we had a divorce?… wait, we were married????” (minji)
[am i the only person who thinks minji asking that was funny?]
“i think it’s our ship name, unnie. y’know, ‘parentz’?” (yn)
“oh yeah, that… why are they saying we got a divorce??” (minji)
“apparently, we looked upset with each other last week during the live.” (yn)
“ah, yeah, last week…” (minji)
“sorry guys, we can't talk about it too much ‘cuz it was pretty personal and not something we’d like to share, but don’t worry. we weren't angry at each other or anything, minji-unnie was just worried about me.” (yn)
“worried is an understatement.” (minji)
“anyway, as i said, don't worry. minji-unnie and i are perfectly fine now!” (yn)
“describe ‘perfectly fine’.” (minji)
“…”
“okay, okay, sorry, honey, i won’t joke about it again, stop glaring at me like that.” (minji)
“…”
“*ahem* moving on…” (minji)
[lol someone’s sleeping on the couch tonight – AND DID YOU CATCH WHAT MINJI SAID?? ‘honey’?!? anyway, thank you for watching, make sure to like and subscribe, and i’ll see you next time <3]
previous. / pairz. / next.
#sereneres#seren.writes#newjeans x reader#newjeans imagines#kpop x reader#minji x reader#kim minji x reader#⊹#nwjns.yn
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*KICKS IN DOOR* LOLLY
Hi Hello!! It's a bright day!! A happy day!!! Its been stressful with last minute Christmas stuff but I've been looking at these drawings in between doing tasks and it's had me like 😌 all day long. I love them so much, they're my sweethearts <333 Thank you Miss Terrace I am very grateful for these!! I never lost hope that you'd post hunlow one day.
It's giving "Barbie has a great day every day. Ken has a great day if Barbie looks at him."
Willowww!!! Her pumped fist!!! Her flexed biceps!!! The loud chaotic invigorating energy here!!!! She's got such a big presence I love her so much. I notice that Dana has a thing about drawing Willow with bandages, so I imagine the girl plays it way more loose and reckless than what's been shown in the series. In my head Hunter is the one who patches her up <333
And Hunterrrr he's so puppy. Literally love this art so much for the little glimpse into how content and happy he is in this relationship. He's all sappy and silly in love, I adore it. He gets a little affectionate touch from his girlfriend and he just happily melts into it. Man just wants her to keep touching him forever and ever.
Agsbdjnk it kinda looks like she's showing him off to other people. Either as her star player or her boyfriend. Based on the clipboard Hunter is holding its probably the former. Maybe they're looking for new recruits.
Willow: BEHOLD!! THE MOST INCREDIBLE FLYER DERBY PLAYER AT HEXSIDE!!!
Hunter: hehehehehehehe she's talking about meeeee 😊
They're precious. I'd die for them.
This is so soft I'm dying. Something about hunlow being touchy is super special to me. I still haven't recovered from the end of WAD where Willow was looking for her Dads and Hunter was comforting her with a hand on her back. That's what this reminds me of. I think it's interesting and super sweet that this was apparently a very early drawing of them, while the crew was still figuring out their relationship. His hand on her back, something that became a clear display of how protective and careful he was with her, and its the first thing Dana ever drew of them. I'm insane.
ASGBDJNK AND ALSO WILLOW'S HAND ON HIS WAIST. First Dana hunlow drawing and it involves Willow babygirling him. God bless.
It also looks like he's blabbering away about something, eager to show her. I'm gonna cry. He's happy. He's comfortable. He wants to share his passions with her.
And her soft fond little smile. AAAAA!!! The crew drawing heart eyes Willows will always be so special to me. I see Willow looking like Hunter like he's her whole world and I want to blow up the sun.
Anyway AAAAAAAA!!!! This has made me very happy. I love hunlow so much.
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i've been thinking abt this for the last 10 seconds and i need to share this LMFAOO but how but either jack or kappa with "i would never let anyone or anything hurt you. i've never felt that way about anyone." AAAAAAAA imma pass out oki lob u lots and i love the way you write i like hang on to every word ITS SO GOOD EVERYTIME
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 1000 FOLLOWERS! Let's celebrate that with this little something something here 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 I'm very much left speechless by the sheere amount of people that apparently enjoy my deranged writings enough to follow this flaming dumpster fire of a Tumblr blog. I love and appreciate all of you so incedibly much! 🖤 Thank you from the very bottom of my heart!
Going To California
Summary: Kappa displaying insane amounts of husband material.
Pairing: hippie!Kappa x fem!Reader
Word Count: ~1.6k
Content Warnings: Romantic Van Life Smut 18+!, Unprotected P In V, L-Bombs, Very Fluffy And Domestic, Kappa Being A Heartthrob, Kappa Talking You Through It, Sprinkles Of Actual Plot, Dad!Kappa 👀
A/N: To the wonderful nonnie, I have to confess that I thought much longer than 10 seconds about this 🤭🥴
I put together a hippie!Kappa playlist!
Tagging the horny horde:
@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess @doddernix @svgarcaine @amayalul @basementgrl222 @kristennero-wallacewellsver @iiheartsai
Spent my days with a woman unkind
Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine
Made up my mind to make a new start
Going to California with an aching in my heart
Someone told me there's a girl out there
With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair
- Going To California By Led Zeppelin
With his plush, soft lips Kappa left a trail of slightly sloppy kisses all the way from your forehead down to the tip of your nose that he eventually nudged playfully with the tip of his own.
"And here I thought you'd let me sleep.." You giggled, your tone a little drowsy as your senses had already been on the best way to slip towards warm and comforting dreams for tonight.
" 'M sorry, sugar, didn't wanna wake you up again." He nuzzled his face into the curve of your neck, his left cheek soft against your jawline.
"Are you though?" You pushed somewhat teasingly, arching your brows in the dark of the van while a smile tugged your lips.
"Well, yeah…but also not really." Kappa admitted, his curly, black hair ghosting over your collarbone whilst his hands searched for your waist further down underneath the woolen blanket that the two of you shared.
In gingerly soft touches, his fingertips caressed over the bare skin of your hips, tracing your curves slowly to savor every inch of you next to him.
"Go on.." You inquired, feeling how he sent little waves of gentle goosebumps all over your body.
"I'm just..y'know…I've never been just that happy and I can't help myself here, really. I hardly get enough of you, babe." His slightly raspy voice hummed into the crook of your neck which had you leaning your head back just a little yet enough for him to take note of the invitation.
"Hardly enough, yeah?", It rolled over your tongue in a tender laugh as you recognised his lips softly nipping right underneath your earlobe, "I'm with you all day everyday. How are you not tired of that yet, honey?"
"How could I ever, hm?", To underline his point, Kappa suckled your sensitive skin right between his teeth, effectively leaving a hickey just like a love-sick teenager, "None of this would just be remotely as heavenly as it is right now without you. Living in a van this, being free to go wherever that…but I wouldn't wanna go anywhere without you anymore. I love you."
"Good god, you're so sweet, Kappa.", You felt your entire chest swelling with a very distinct kind of fulfilling warmth as you led your fingertips to sneak under the hem of his linen shirt and caress his soft skin all the way up to his shoulders, "I love you, too. So incedibly much."
Turning your face to the side just a notch, you pressed a long kiss to the crown of his head, holding him close in your embrace, your senses following closely how his body heat quickly engulfed your statue, seeping through the layers of fabric.
'Hmhmm…right there, sugar." Kappa quietly groaned into your neck, pressing his front further against yours.
You very well knew how much of a slave he was to being touched around his shoulders and you eagerly followed his plea for more of your tender strokes. Planting another kiss to his hair, you started drawing random shapes and forms, curly waves and loops all over his shoulder blades and along his spine, pulling little moans and whines oozing with enjoyment from his mouth.
"S-so good to me, love." He hummed in a low voice, his own hands fastening their hold on your hips.
"Always." You returned softly while it didn't go unnoticed how both of your bodies reacted to one another.
You could feel Kappa's growing hard on pressing through his pants against your thighs just as much as you acknowledged your perked up nipples brushing against his collarbones whilst your own arousal throbbed between your legs.
"So much for just falling asleep, huh?" You joked amicably, pressing both of your palms against his back before pulling him on top of you as you turned to lay on your back.
"Oh, that's all you now!" Kappa reciprocated with a hearty laugh right before lowering his lips onto yours, nipping and nibbling at them teasingly.
"Is that so?" It left your mouth in a chuckle, your hands busy with pulling his trousers off of him.
"I might just be a tad bit involved in this.." He groaned, feeling his cock prodding against your cunt without anything left in between.
"A tad bit, yeah?" You inhaled sharply at the sensation, noticing how your body turned gradually more greedy.
"Probably severely very interested, s'that what you wanna hear, sugar?" Kappa sighed against your mouth before thrusting into you in one languid, careful stroke.
"Fuck…", It rushed over your tongue as you felt his girth stretching you out, "Feels so good, damn."
"Still mad about being awake?" Your lover huffed against your jawline as he rolled his hips into your lap, having your eyes flutter shut at the sensation.
"Hmhmmm…" You moaned out whilst allowing your head loll back into one of the plenty tie-dye patterned cushions.
"Fuck, I love you so much.", Kappa groaned, raising his forehead to rest right against yours as he thrusted into you anew, "I'd never let anything or anyone hurt you, sugar. You know that, right?"
Kappa's words reverberated, echoed right through you, making you feel as one with him.
"I've never felt that way about anyone before." His voice filled your mind as the tip of his cock nudged against that especially sensitive spot on your inside.
"My one and only…", You moaned softly against his warm, slightly sweaty cheek, your lips brushing over his upper lip and pressing soft pecks to the corner of his mouth, "Wouldn't trade the world for you. Ugh, god, hear that? You turned me all soft, damn hippie."
Both of you chuckled for a moment, the vibrations of his chest against yours making your heart feel like it was about to explode right into his aura that smelled like lavender and freshly cut grass to you. The warmth of his character, the carelessness in the most inappropriate of moments and just simply being with Kappa had done things to you…good things for once in your life.
"You were soft way before me, love, the world just didn't appreciate you showing it, but be certain that I do." You couldn't quite decipher if it was the way Kappa spoke to you or the way he cradled the curves of your waist in his grip, making you feels safe and protected with him right on top you, between your legs, that eventually pushed your body over the threshold of a rapidly building orgasm and quite frankly you didn't care.
Soft moans, repeated chants of his name cascaded from your lips as you arched your back to shove your hips into his lap, needing to feel him inside of you as deep as you possibly could, your pulsing and contacting cunt clenching down around his cock.
"There, there…let it all just go, 'm here, sugar." He cooed into your flushed cheek in a low groan, his own body turning rigid as he felt your walls pulling him in deeper.
The tide of your orgasm, the push and pull of your release was enough for Kappa to come undone himself, spilling his load as deep as possible, shoving it and pushing it deep inside of you.
"I gotchu…" Kappa hummed, enjoying the bliss of his own release rippling through his muscles, allowing himself to get lost in that instant of being ultimately close to you.
Only very reluctantly he pulled out of you eventually, the load of his seed trickling out and pooling all over the inside of your thigh.
"Uh, I gotta tell you something, actually…" You started awkwardly, immediately drawing Kappa's attention towards you.
"Huh? Are you trying to give a panic attack right after cumming now?" His hand fumbled around the headboard above the mattress, fingertips eagerly trying to find the light switch for the fairy lights dangling from all over the ceiling.
"No, sorry, oh god, sorry. It's just… come here.", Right after he flipped the switch, illuminating the inside of your van in a warm, almost orangy tint, you reached for his hand and gently pressed it against your lower abdomen, "I have a strong feeling that we are at least 3 now."
"What?" It blurted out of him, brows knit together in confusion as he stared at you with a dumbfounded expression on his face.
"I'm way past my period, Kappa.", You hinted further, "Sore breasts and, good god, the nausea lately?"
"What I'm hearing you say right now is that you are… pregnant?" His forehead crinkled in soft creases.
"Ah, there we go. That took you a hot second, no?" You chuckled out softly, planting a kiss to the bridge of his nose.
" 'M gonna be a dad?!", Confusion was swept aside by unbridled joy and excitement, "And you're gonna be a momma?!"
"Looks like it an awful lot now, babe." You couldn't hold back the wide grin spreading on your face before Kappa practically jumped you, attacking you with a wave of kisses, pecks and smooches all over.
#tam rambles#asks are appreciated#asks are always open#kappa#kappa black mirror#kappa x reader#kappa x you#rory culkin#kappa smut#kappa x fem!reader#black mirror#black mirror 6#black mirror: beyond the sea
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▵▿— "Lonely lady, shall we dance?"
Pairing: Luca Kaneshiro x fem! Reader
Category: fluffffff
Warning: Alcohol
Summary: You were invited to your friend’s party. Feeling a bit intoxicated by the strong scent of alcohol, you decided to take a breather on the roof, and that was when a mysterious blond man found you there.
A/N: I had been thinking about a story like this with Luca in my mind, but never got the time to actually write it down. Since now that I have more spare time, I’ll be expressing more of these stories that I have thought of in my mind before POG!
“Y/N!!!” Your friend Scarle exclaimed before pouncing on you, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you into a tight hug. “Took you long enough to arrive.” You chuckled, “Sorry Scarle, I got caught in traffic. Oh yeah, I got you this” you said before handing her the pretty gift bag you were holding. “AAAAAAAA Thank you s much darling! Come on in, come on in.” Scarle squealed in excitement before you proceeded to enter the venue. The venue was decorated lavishly, with red curtains framing the cornice of the enormous room. Everyone was dressed in fancy clothes, while Scarle wore a glossy red dress. You greeted some other old friends before setting down your items and taking off your trench coat, revealing the [whatever type of dress you want] you had on. You were standing around a tall marble table with a group of your friends. They were drinking wine, the melodic sound of wine glass and laughter echoed throughout the room. You were starting to feel a bit lightheaded by the strong stench of alcohol that penetrated the area, so you decided to take a breather outside. Being careful not to trip, you climbed the stairs leading to the roof of the building. From the roof, you could view the beautiful night scenery of the city. It was windy there, your hair and the hem of you dress got picked up and blew along with the wind. While you were mesmerized by the gorgeous scenery, you didn’t notice that someone else also came onto the roof, until you heard a voice of a man behind you. You quickly whipped your head around and faced the man, and all you can say is that he was the most handsome man you have ever seen. His hair was the colour of golden silk, and he bears the most dazzling lavender irises. He was dressed in a white and gold striped suit, with an onyx black shirt underneath. Two necklaces adorned his neck, and a large fur coat was draped over his shoulders. And to top it off, a white fedora on top of his pretty head. “Are you alright?” he asked with a slightly tilted head. You turned your head away, flustered “Huh? O-oh! Yea… I’m alright…” you were feeling a bit embarrassed getting caught staring. He chuckled at how cute you looked. “Isn’t it beautiful?” he said after walking to stand next to you, admiring the view of the city. You hummed in agreement, lightly leaning against the railing. “Are you lonely?” you turned your head to look at him after he asked. You hesitated for a moment, you did feel a bit lonely, especially after seeing so many couples at the party. “Yea, a bit.” You responded. He chuckled, before extending his gloved hand to you and said “Then, lonely lady, shall we dance?” You felt your eyes widen a bit, and you lips slightly left agape. You looked back and forth between his hand and his pretty smile. Oh how he smiled so brightly at you, you swore you could ascend to the heavens right then and there. You slowly reached your hand towards him, and placed it on top of his. Gently, he dragged you to the center of the roof, and pulled you close towards him. “May I?” he asked whether you are comfortable with him placing his hand on your waist like a gentleman that he is. You nodded, and while he gently placed a hand on your waist, you placed both of yours on his shoulder. The next thing you knew, you both were dancing the whole night away. “I’m Luca by the way, Luca Kaneshiro.” “I’m Y/N L/N, nice to meet you, Luca.” “That’s a pretty name, it really fits you.” You looked away a bit flustered, but Luca held your chin with his gloved hands, slowly turning your head to face him. He shot you a gentle smile that made you heart race. You never expected anything like this to happen to you, you never did. But right now you could not get any happier. “Y/N,” “Hmm?” “May I get your number?” You were more than happy to do so.
God damn this is a long one LMAOOO
#nijisanji x reader#nijisanjien x reader#nijisanji#nijisanjien#luxiem x reader#luxiem fluff#luxiem x reader fluff#luxiem#luca kaneshiro x reader#luca kaneshiro#yorutenshi riyugu#riyugu writing
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Chrollo fluff!
Chrollo accidentally wakes you up while getting ready to go meet with the other spiders.
"Mh… Chrollo? Where are you going…?"
"Just some business, darling. I'll be back before you wake up," Chrollo walks to Y/n's side of the bed and leans down to kiss her on the
forehead. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him on the lips. He kisses her back, full of love.
He chuckles lighty parting from her, "Alright, my love, go back to sleep. You still have work later."
Y/n lets out a small hum, letting him go, and went to snuggle his pillow. Chrollo gives her one last kiss on the temple before leaving to go meet with the troupe.
"That's all. You all are free to go," The meeting with the troupe went well, much to Chrollo's relief. As the members left the dilapidated building which they established as their hideout, Chrollo as well went on his way home, back to the comfort of his sweet wife's arms.
As he opens the door to their home, he goes straight to their room. There he sees his wife sleeping peacefully, right where she was when he left.
After a change of clothing, he slowly crawls into bed with her, wrapping his arms around her waist, nuzzling his face in her neck.
"Welcome back," Chrollo felt her hand slowly caressing his hair. A small smile crept its way into his lips as he pulls her tighter into his embrace.
Both fully relax as they fall asleep, waiting for the morning shine and chirping of birds to stir them up from sleep and start the day by waking up in each other's arms.
Aaaaaaaa this is my first post and I'm very happy with it :3
I hope you all do too! Reblogs are always appreciated <3
#Chrollo#chrollo imagine#chrollo x reader#hxh chrollo#phantom troupe#hunter x hunter#hxh manga#chrollo smut#imagine#hxh imagines
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Claire coming home from a stressful day and you just get to pamper her. "Aw, my hard working breadwinner. Today was bad, baby, wasn't it? Let me help make it end on a better note, love." And you pour her a glass and run a bath for her before forcing her to actually go to sleep instead of obsessing over whatever today's crisis is by tricking her into bed and then promptly using yourself as dead weight to keep her there.
I've just been in SUCH a soft mood lately
AAAAAAAA i’ve been thinking about this a LOT today!
she comes home after a looooong day. it’s been meetings upon meetings upon meetings, not having a moment to herself until she was on her way home. you hear her key in the door and head to the door, wanting to greet her. it’s something claire never realised she wanted, being greeted by someone she loves after a long day of work. when the door opens, you see her slumped form and tired eyes and immediately rush forward, taking her bag from her as she removes her shoes.
“aw, my hard working breadwinner. today was bad, baby, wasn’t it? let me help make it end on a better note, love.”
you led her to the kitchen first, having made her favourite meal as you had a feeling today wasn’t going to be great for her. you sat together, every now and then feeding her with her fork. you poured her a nice glass and led her to the bedroom, bringing the bottle of wine with you. you guided her to sit for a few minutes, before pressing a few soft kisses to her lips. you sauntered away into the bathroom, prepping the bathtub, filling it with water and lavender bath salts. once the bath was filled to the perfect level, you went back into the bedroom, pulling claire up from the bed and leading her into the bathroom. you helped her undress, removing her blazer, shirt and trousers, pressing soft kisses against her skin as you did so. you helped her remove her underwear before guiding her into the tub, letting her get comfortable as she sinks down into the water. you poured her another glass before moving to leave, wanting to let her have a nice bath on her own, she grabbed your hand, looking up with sad and tired eyes.
“join me, please, darling?” claire asked, soft and tired as her thumb caresses your hand. you nod and shed yourself of your clothes before climbing in behind her, letting her rest against your chest. you share the bottle between you, one hand threading through her hair as the other held her hand against her stomach. you helped wash her hair, gently massaging her scalp as you did so, before washing her body with her favourite lavender body wash. eventually, the water ran cold and the wine ran out. you got out and helped claire out of the tub, wrapping her up in a fluffy towel and helping her dry off. you pulled the plug out of the bathtub and as you stood up straight, you felt towel cladded hands wrap around your middle.
“you need to dry off too, sweet baby,” claire whispered into your ear. you both helped each other dry off before you dressed claire in her sleepwear (she always wears your t-shirts / jumpers as her pyjamas with her most comfortable shorts). you turned to get your pyjamas when hands wrapped around your waist.
“as much as i appreciate what you’re doing, i really need to make some calls in my off-” you turned in her arms and kissed her lips to stop her sentence.
“no. no more work for the night. you’ve had a long day and you deserve to relax, honey.”
claire looked at you with slight annoyance, but mostly with love. claire had a few calls she needed to make, but your pleading eyes were dissuading her.
“please? i haven’t seen you all day and all i wanted to do tonight was have dinner with you and cuddle with you in bed with wine and movies. i know you want to get all your work done, but you can take one night off, please? for me?”
you pouted at her as she thought about it, although you’d already decided what was going to happen.
“maybe, baby. maybe i’ll take a night off.” claire pressed soft kisses to your shoulder as she reached to grab your own pyjamas. she helped you get changed too before turning you in her arms, your nose brushing against her cheek.
“why don’t you get comfy in bed, i’ll go make the calls i need to make. i promise i won’t be long-” before she could finish her sentence, you tackled her to the bed, laying on top of her before kissing all over her face. claire laughed as you pressed numerous kisses to her face and neck.
“baby! i promise i won’t be long. and you said you wanted wine and movies... we finished the wine earlier. you can get that all sorted while i...” whilst she was speaking you leaned over her to grab something on the floor by claire’s bedside table. you sat up on your elbows to reveal another bottle you’d been hiding.
“what did i do to deserve you?” she giggled lightly, kissing you on the forehead. you moved to cuddle up next to her.
“i should be asking you that,” you replied, taking a small swig from the bottle.
“thank you my darling.” she muttered against your hair, smiling. coming home to you was better than she could ever imagine.
(i’m sorry it took me so long to answer this!! i hope u liked it!! much love xo)
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oh to have Kate gape my ass with the biggest strap she has (wistful mf sigh). here r sum of my horny 4 am ass-fucking thots silver i am on anon and if i forget cause its 4 am and i havent slept and i am not on anon, oh well, put me in ye old stocks cause i am an unstoppable force now. fr fr even thinking these thoughts is making me blush beet red i can visualize every bit of this clear as day im so down bad for kate. i knew i was white woman's whore but christ alive. harlot activities. nothing in the galaxy can stop me from having such salacious, vicious, godless thoughts now. i blame u but also thank u.
imagining her having you on your belly n pushing her strap real far that it almost hurts but all you can think abt is being so full :( her hands holding your waist so tight and occasionally resting a hand on the back of your head carelessly for leverage as she grinds it into you so deep n cock warming for quite some time so you adjust and just fucking feel every time she moves, and god does she tease and hump just to make you feel every bit :(
rubbing ur little clit n pounding away in the most obnoxiously brutish way she knows how because she knows she can make you cry like this without even trying too hard :( something about being on all fours for her to fucking defile you like that, pulling out randomly just to spit in your hole just to watch you flinch and clench and gape and sliding back in so slow n deep, fucking her warm spit back into your ass even tho she knows she lubed up plenty. she knows her spitting like that makes you all hot n bothered and she just likes watching that hole gape for her
"my baby, you can take it"
"know you like when i make this hole all wet, she tells me everything i need to know"
"so red n stretched out, so ready to take more cock"
"s'okay honey i know what you want, just lay there and take it up that cute little ass for me"
she loves knowing how hard it is on you because she's also the one that gets to pull out at the end and nuzzle between both cheeks and lick your aching hole all better even if you wiggle away cause of how sensitive you are for her :(((
i need her SO BAD im like PHYSICALLY HOT KATE BISHOP if she gave me that uber mega meanie mean nasty spit spit ass-fingering+ass-fucking I'd eat her out for hours i'd give her the nastiest sloppy known to man i want kate bishop hand n finger sized bruises on my waist ROIGHT NEOW need that can't walk right for the next few days kinda feeling because i deserve it if i misspelled anything no i DID NOT
H GNNFDFG GOD!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAA god. i just. gaping ❤️❤️❤️❤️ spit ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ kate being sweet but also so nasty ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ i will reread this 80 more times thank u
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“Morning, Dad.”
oh no not his dad....
“Am I supposed to congratulate you? You’re still wasting your time, you work a shitty job instead of going to college– you know, I offered you a job at the company–”
oh he's that type of a parent 😐
He swore to himself that he would never end up like his dad.
well well well how the tables have turned...
He never needed the excitement, he lied when he said that to you.
oh?? is that so bitch boy
Steve’s bottom lip begins to tremble and he punches his fist into the wall as he starts to cry. You didn’t even spare him of the details. You wanted to hurt him.
karma is my boyfriend fr 😌
Robin and Steve glance at each other, both of them are feeling worse and worse.
... good 🤭 as they should
“You are both such assholes! All this time, I thought she was the horrible one but it was you two!”
OMG IS NANCY OUR FRIEND NOW?? come here pretty girl gimme a kiss nance ❤️🩹
“I’m sorry but you don’t deserve her, Steve. I can’t even imagine the pain she was in all this time. You should be happy that she has Eddie now.”
FINALLY SOMEONE WHO DESERVES Y/N??? 🫶🫶
“I think I loved you back then.”
AAAAAAAA???, screaming shouting ripping the hair out of my head
“I’m in love with you too,” he whispers as he places his hands on your waist and pushes you down on the bed, “I want to be your boyfriend and I want you to be my girlfriend,” he murmurs against your neck as he kisses you there.
BOOO stop being so cute not everyone wants to see it 🙄 (i am lonely)
“I wanna be your girl, make me yours, Eddie. I wanna be yours. I want you forever.”
AAAAAA THIS IS TJE CUTEST SHUT UPPPP
For the first time, Eddie makes love to you that night.
my heart exploded 🥹🥹 they are goals truly
“Shh, I got you, baby,” he whispers, his lips brushing against yours. He reaches for your other hand, intertwining your fingers, he now holds both of your hands tightly “I’m here, just breathe.”
JUST BREATHE??? why is this sexy while also super cute 😭😭
“I do.”
AAANAJEVEIWBDIEBSIWBSISBS this was so emotional and beautiful are you kidding me?? 💔💔
this was very very sweet it was like eating a cotton candy and i loved every second of it 🥹 waiting for more!! <3
I'm sooooo happy you liked the new chapter & I hope it could cheer you up a little 🥺
Can you tell where Steve has got his asshole behavior from? 😩
Nancy was meant to be a villain in this one but she turned into a hero lmfao
YOUR HEART EXPLODED? I'm happy that I can get such reactions from you 😌
I hope you enjoyed the fluff 🥺 next one is definitely gonna be an angsty one (just Steve angst tho)
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CB anon here again 🤍
So he finally got his date and now that’s his lil bebecita. The past few weeks he’s been busy with work so he’s kinda been neglecting her so when they finally get to spend time together she decides she’s gonna pull a lil prank on him based on a video she saw.
They got all comfy for a night in because he knew she preferred those kinda dates more than anything. Movie long forgotten as she’s sat pretty on his lap, hands tugging at the raven tresses as his sharp canines graze her nipples before he bites down. Keisuke is contented as fuck already having accepted that she’s made him into a fucking SIMP but if any of his boys ever talk about it he’ll deny it and it’s usually while he’s behaving like the simp he is. She didn’t ask for much and complimented his personality well so much so he was already picturing his future with her. She had already met his mom so he guess the only other step was to marry her and continuously pump her full of his cum until she gave him some babies in no particular order tho because he was certain she was it for him.
“Answer it.” He says gruffly pulling her down onto his awaiting tongue.
Just as Kei has her panties off and her thighs on either side of his head her phone is ringing off on her bedside table.
“Hey..” he hears her answer as he glides her back and forth on his face.
“No I’m not busy, just hanging with a friend.” She replies to whatever the person in the other end says and Kei’s way too invested in the nectar between her thighs that he doesn’t register what she said until it’s repeated.
“You know which friend…no we’re not doing anything important. Just lemme finish up here and I’ll meet you at the party.
Keisuke stops his ministrations and slides her down so she’s sitting on his waist as he pushes up to sit against the headboard. She puts her phone back on the bedside table and turns to him only to find him already looking at her.
“What friend are you talking about? You invited someone over while we had plans cause I know you weren’t referring to me as a friend.”
“But you are my friend.”
“I’m your man not your friend.”
“We were friends before you became my boyfriend therefore you’re my friend.”
“Who was that for you to even be calling me a friend?”
“But you are my friend. I don’t get why you’re making a big deal out of it. You’re behaving like I’m flirting or something.”
“The fuck you expect me to think if you’re behaving sus as fuck and calling me a friend? You could’ve said boyfriend or husband but friend? You clearly don’t want them knowing that you have a man.” He’s rolling his eyes at her before sliding her off of him. They go back and forth for a bit before she turns her back to him trying to hide the laugh that wants to escape. She knows she’s pushing his buttons but it’s just too funny watching him get all worked up.
Lost in her thoughts she doesn’t feel him slip behind her, calloused fingers creeping up the nape of her neck gripping her curls and pulling her head back against his shoulder.
“If all you wanted was a friend why’d you say yes when I asked you to be mines huh?” He questions grip getting tighter.
“For…fun.” He can see the devilish smirk on her lips in the mirror opposite her bed and it sets him off. He roughly pushes her forward onto her stomach before he’s on his knees behind her angling and arching her body to his liking. Grabbing her phone he tosses it beside her and orders her to call back the individual.
“Lemme show them how much of a friend I am.” Golden brown eyes staring harshly at her in the mirror she knows that she’s in for it now but rough is exactly how she wanted him after the week she’s had. She does as he says and as soon as he hears her say hello he’s sliding his thick,long length into her not giving her time to adjust before he sets a brutal pace.
Phone dropped against the sheets she’s writhing and moaning loudly but Keisuke isn’t having it.
“Pick that fucking phone up nena.”
“Kei…”
“Nah don’t Kei me. You gonna take this shit, be my good little bitch and take your dick without running. Is this how you let your friends treat you? Do you let all your friends fuck you like this?” His tone is condescending but she can’t help the way her cunt flutters around him.
“N-nooo,”
“Then tell them who I am! Who gets you this fucking wet huh?”
“You, fuck papi. Solo tu!”
“Is daddy your friend or is he your man?”
“M-my fuck…you’re my man.”
“See I knew you know how to be my good girl but no you just like making me mad huh? Like the way I fuck you when you fuck me up dontcha?”
“Mmm,fuckkkk fuck fuck yes!”
“Now pass me the fucking phone.”
Keisuke grabs the phone and places it between his ear and shoulder only to hear Mikey telling Draken and Chifuyu that they owe him money cause Keisuke was currently breaking his girl’s back because of the prank.
He doesn’t say anything just hangs up and stares at her in the mirror. There she was again with that fucking smirk knowing that he finally knew what she was up to.
“Fucking minx.”
ARE YOU A WRITER??? YOU SHOULD BE BECAUSE OMFG???? this was so hot and like… baji saying “take your dick without running” OMGMDODOSOSO. not to mention he’s so hot and mean and the way you characterize him is so fucking AAAAAAAA, i love colmado baji and i will stand by this
#dominican bajjiiiiiiiii#IM IN LOVE#YOU DONT UNDERSTAND#THIS WAS SO HOT#SO PERFECT#okay let me breathe#seraph.replies!#cb anon🤍#seraph—☁️!#baji smut#baji x reader smut
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Can we get some more 60s content for Wanda and whatever else you want to add?? Idk I just love 50s/60s stuffs and I loved that era in WandaVision :33333
Aaaaaaaa I absolutely adored writing this one!!! The Beatles inspired the scene you're about to see (read?), however, I preferred to set the story in modern era, but the 60s vibes are there! Anyways, I'll stop ranting LOL just hope you like it!
P.S: I really recommend listening to the song while reading this! It's the same title as the fic <3
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You've really got a hold on me
I don't like you
But I love you
Seems that I'm always
Thinking of you
Oh, oh, oh
Wanda gently swayed to the music as the Beatles resonated throughout the living room. With an easy smile on her face and her eyes closed, she felt her mind calm down and the weight on her shoulders fall away. Twirling on her feet and bobbing her hips softly from side to side, she didn't notice the other presence in the room.
Agatha couldn't keep her eyes away. The low glow of the lampshade illuminated Wanda's face perfectly, highlighting every little freckle spread across her cheeks. Her hair fell down her back in waves, auburn and fiery like melting copper. Her hands moved in rhythmic motions, as if they were dancing on their own accord. The older witch was entranced.
Maybe that was the reason for why she was dancing too.
You do me wrong now
My love is strong now
You've really got a hold on me
(You really got a hold on me)
You really got a hold on me
(You really got a hold on me)
Warm fingers began to lightly grip her waist, eliciting a shiver down her spine. Turning around, she found a loving gaze and a tender smile being directed at her. Wrapping her arms around Agatha's neck, she started to sing along, whispering the lyrics in the other's ear, her lover bringing her closer, not once stopping their dance.
Running her fingers through soft black hair, Wanda buried her face in the crook of Agatha's neck, the earthy lavender scent soothing whatever worry that still managed to rest in her mind. She dropped a featherlight just beneath her ear. The grip on her waist tightened.
Baby
I don't want you
But I need you
Pulling away slightly, Agatha lifted a hand to caress the soft skin of her girlfriend's cheek, touching her bottom lip with the adoration a hummingbird would touch a flower. Wanda could only gaze back into the deep oceans of her lover's eyes.
Don't want to kiss you
But I need to
Oh, oh, oh
Fingers tangled into red hair. Crimson wisps of magic encased the couple as the song continued playing, their bodies flushed together in a perfect mix of scarlet and lilac and, finally,
They kissed.
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RWBY TorD Arm Wrestling Tournament - Quarterfinals
Quarterfinal matchups: Neo v Blake, Nora v Ruby, Yang v Emerald, Pyrrha v Cinder
Neo v Blake
Neo, offering her hand to Blake with utmost confidence: Let’s do this.
Blake: You think you can beat me?
Neo: You think you can underestimate me?
Everyone else: Ooooooo.
Blake, chuckling and taking Neo’s hand: Alright, pint size. Let’s go.
Neo: One...two...three!
BAM!
Neo: Fuck.
Yang: Yeah! Nice one, Blake!
Blake: Maybe I overestimated you.
Neo, grumpy: I thought I could fake you out with my fake confidence.
Blake: Didn’t work out though, huh? *chuckles* I think I am owed something.
Neo, sighing and rolling her eyes: Fine. *undoes her belt*
Neon: Oh yes, we are ready to see the smallest butt on the planet.
Neo, winking at her, then suddenly illusioning up some waist-high curtains to surround herself: Whoops.
Neon: Oh come on!
Neo, tossing her underwear to Blake from behind her curtains: Congrats.
Blake, looking down at the brown, white and pink garment: Oh, of course.
Advancing to the semifinals: Blake
~~~
Nora v Ruby
Yang: Okay, this is one that I’m actually really intrigued by. Both of you could win this whole thing.
Nora, staring across at Ruby intensely: Oh, I do plan to win this whole thing, Rose.
Ruby: Ha! Well I think I’ll be winning this tournament, and I’m gonna be one step closer to doing so once I take your undies from you right now!
Nora: Haha! Such grandstanding will get you nowhere! Allow our strength to bring forth the resolution to this quarrel! Have at thee!
Ruby, taking her hand: En garde!
Nora: Prepare to commence!
Ruby: Our battle will be legendary!
Nora: Ready!
Ruby: Set!
Nora: GO!
The equal opposing forces of their hands fighting against each other almost produces a visible shockwave.
Nora: RAAAAAH!
Ruby: AHHHHHHH!
Nora: AAAAAAA
Ruby: AAAAAAaaaaaa wait no!
Nora, beginning to take advantage: AAAAAAAA
Ruby: Wait! Mercy! NO!
Nora, pinning Ruby’s hand: YAS!
Ruby: AAAAAAAAA
Weiss, rubbing her temples: Brothers fucking Grimm, do you have to be so lou—
Nora: Aha! You are but another conquest of Valkyrie the Conqueror! Produce to me my spoils of war!
Ruby, resting her forehead on the table: hrmghfkrm.
Nora: Gimme!
Ruby: Ehhhhh....
Nora: Gimme the panties!!!
Ruby: EEEEEHHHHH!
Nora: GIMME!
Ruby: OKAY! *suddenly stands up* But I will not forget this moment. *reaches beneath her skirt* We will face off again some day. *brings down her underwear* And I will defeat you. *hands her red undies over to Nora*
Nora, smugly taking the panties: You’re gonna have to do a lot of pushups to reach my level, baby. *holds up Ruby’s, Ilia’s and Ciel’s panties* Valkyrie the Conqueroooooor!
Ciel, blushing: Quit waving them around!
Advancing to the semifinals: Nora
~~~
Yang v Emerald
Emerald, already taking her pants off: Nope.
Yang: Aww c’mon.
Emerald: Yang, you and I both know you could easily break my arm into pieces. I will not take that chance.
Yang: I wouldn’t go that hard....uh....*blushes because bottomless Emerald*
Emerald, holding her green undies out for Yang to take, along with Neon’s: You are on a whole ‘nother level. You’re just too powerful.
Yang, sighing and accepting the garments: Thank you, gracious Emerald. *glances over toward Pyrrha and Cinder* Now I await my opponent...
Advancing to the semifinals: Yang
~~~
Pyrrha v Cinder
Cinder: Can I use my robot arm?
Pyrrha: Well, uhh....
Yang: Hey now...that wouldn’t be fair. I only used my robot arm earlier because it was robot arm versus robot.
Pyrrha: No no, it’s quite alright. I know Cinder is an honest competitor and would only ask of such an accommodation if she thought it necessary.
Cinder: Oh gods, you’re going to pin my cybernetic arm, aren’t you.
Pyrrha: Well...I will try.
Nora: Go Pyrrha!
Cinder, extending her robo arm to her, sighing: Alright, let’s do this. I won’t go easily.
Pyrrha, taking her hand: Nor shall I.
Nora: Ready, set, go!
Their hands lock up and they strain against each other, Cinder’s arm whirring in a mechanical struggle.
Cinder: Fuck fuck fuck fuck—
Pyrrha, pinning her arm: Haha!
Cinder: You used your Polarity on my arm!!!
Pyrrha, smiling innocently: But Cinder, using your robot arm was your idea. *pleasant smile*
Cinder: 😦 *distraught silence*
Yang: Oh damn....Pyrrha played you hard....
Nora: Gods that was hot, not gonna lie.
Cinder: So....I have to....
Ruby, pointing at her: Haw haw!
Cinder: Shut up!
Nora: Sorry, Cinder, but ya gotta.
Cinder, gritting her teeth: Goddamnit....
Pyrrha: It’s okay, Cinder. You shouldn’t feel embarrassed.
Cinder: Wow. You just cured my embarrassment, thanks. *sigh* Okay, I’m just going to get this over with. I’m not going to give any of you the satisfaction of seeing me embarrassed, so I’m just gonna do it! *pushes off her shorts and panties, tossing the black undies to Pyrrha along with Velvet’s* There!
Pyrrha, catching the panties, but staring at Cinder for a moment: Oh dear....
Cinder, pulling her shirt down to cover herself, but not her privates, but to cover her scars on her hip and thigh: Yeah, like I said, I’m not giving you all the satisfaction...
Pyrrha: C-Cinder....
Cinder, sitting down and still covering herself, her face turning red: Well? Move onto the next round or...whatever.
Pyrrha: You look beautiful.
Cinder, shaking her head: You’re just saying that to make me feel better.
Pyrrha: No, Cinder....you really are.
Ruby: Seriously, Cinder. You never need to hide yourself from us.
Weiss, sitting next to Cinder, placing a hand on her shoulder: We’re your friends, remember?
Cinder, sighing: Yeah, I know....thank you.
Pyrrha: Of course, Cindermon Roll.
Cinder: Ugh.
Pyrrha: Hehe~
Cinder: *sighs deeply, but maybe also smiles a little. Just a little*
Advancing to the semifinals: Pyrrha
And thus ends the Quarterfinals! Here’s the updated bracket!
The Semifinals will commence with these matchups:
Blake v Nora
Yang v Pyrrha
(We’re ‘bout to get down to business, y’all. These’re the big showdowns!)
#rwby#tord arm wrestling tournament#rwby truth or dare#ruby rose#weiss schnee#blake belladonna#yang xiao long#cinder fall#nora valkyrie#pyrrha nikos#emerald sustrai#neopolitan#ciel soleil
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SCENARIO: Susan at Lambda
Yes it’s more Susan! I love her haha.
@letty-mare (I heard you wanted more Susan fanfics so I thought I’d tag)
This has no relation to any of my previous scenarios of Susan. Without further ado, enjoy! :D
[Spoilers up to Ch 129 and A Letter From Norman Chapter 3!]
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[Isabella and Susan walk down the pathway to the gate. Susan is all dressed up, carrying her briefcase and with one hand clutching onto the miçanga on her wrist. She was leaving her siblings behind. She didn’t dare look back. It was time to meet her foster parents. They arrived outside of the gate.]
Isabella: Please wait in this room for a little bit.
Susan: ? [Once they open the door, an adult man awaits them there.]
??: Good evening. It's a pleasure to meet you Susan.
Isabella: Did we keep you waiting long sir?
??: No, it's fine. I just arrived a bit earlier.
Isabella: Susan, this is your new daddy Mr. Ratri.
Susan: I-it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ratri!
Ratri: Haha, just call me by my name. I'm Peter. Peter Ratri. If it's alright with you, I'd like you to help me with my research.
Susan: Research?
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[They were sitting in a van as they drive to another plantation that was similar to Grace Field. The plantation comes into sight.]
Susan: Is this my new home?
Peter Ratri: Yes. You’ll be working with other people here. I'm a busy man so I’ll be dropping you off here.
Susan: Huh…
[They arrive at the entrance of the farm.]
Peter Ratri: Have fun.
[As soon as the door closes, she was grabbed by many Lambda scientists and cuffed immediately.]
Speakers: Experiment 98184 has arrived. Proceed to the waiting room.
Susan: What?!
[Had she been lied to? Did Ray know about this? Why were her suspicions so late to the game?]
[As they forced her to walk down the hallway, she took note of everything around her. What she witnessed was a mess so horrid she couldn’t tell if some of them were human anymore. Lots of dead disfigured corpses lay on tables and many sharp dissecting tools were displayed on plates. She felt like throwing up.]
[There were demons and humans together wearing lab coats. Worm-like creatures were even working in these parts. She shuddered. She’s been reminded of her time back at Grace Field when Emma wanted to feed Ner some earthworms. She misses that place. She misses her siblings already.]
[Susan now stands in a waiting room with a bunch of deformed people. A little boy with black hair looking around the age of 6 tugs at the corner of her sleeve.]
Susan: ?
??: Sister, this place...what are they going to do to us?
Susan: ‘Someone who looks normal! But at such a young age, he’s already witnessing all of this…He looks like a younger version of Ray...’
[Despite the ugliness surrounding them, Susan couldn’t help a warm smile on her face from looking at him.]
I wish I knew…
??: Sister?
Susan: You look kinda like someone I know. My name’s Susan. What’s your name?
Jason: Jason.
Susan: What a lovely name!
Jason: Mama once told me that my name means to cure! I hope that one day we’ll escape this awful place with everyone else. And then maybe I’ll get to live up to my name and make everyone healthy again!
Susan: ‘I doubt that...but I wish to support him’
Yeah! Let’s find a way to escape. Don’t worry. I promise I’ll protect you.
[Some of the scientists arrived and dragged Susan and Jason away from each other. They were heading to different rooms.]
Jason: Susan!
Susan: Jason! [Her face grows pale as she watches him disappear into the corner. Dread swells up in her chest in fear for him.]
.
.
Some time has passed since then.
How long has it been?
What time was it now? What year?
She couldn’t remember.
[The Lambda scientists who came to visit gave her some shots of a mysterious drug. She wasn't sure what they did. Her body didn't seem to have any physical changes.]
[She found herself staring at her miçanga during those injections.]
Susan: ‘I wonder how those three are doing at Grace Field...’
[A realization struck her then. What if the three have been shipped and sent to a plantation like this? She starts panicking as a scientist came to check in on her.]
Susan: Hey! Do you know Grace Field? Please, I want to go visit! Let me know that my family there is safe!
Lambda scientist: What is 98184 saying? Family? What is that?
Susan: …!
‘No way...they don’t even know what a family is?’
Susan: Let me go! I need to get out of here! I’m not going to help with any of your so-called research!
Lambda scientist: Stupid cattle! Behave!
[Another Lambda scientist shows up.]
Lambda scientist 2: Don't handle it too roughly. It’s the most successful experiment we have in this farm.
Lambda scientist: Shut up! [The scientist realizes something before an evil grin makes its way to his face.] You know what? This is perfect timing. Let me show it something.
[He drags Susan to another room where Susan gasped in horror.]
[Jason was hanging above some demons by a rope tied around his waist, the remainder of the rope held by one of the scientists.]
Jason: No..! Someone...help me…!
Susan: Jason?!
Jason: Susan!
Lambda scientist: Hoh~ you guys know each other? That’s better then! This cattle has gotten sick and providing treatment for low-quality merchandise isn’t worth it. So we just feed it to the lower demons.
We'll teach you this is what happens to you cattle children!
[The scientist lowers the rope for Jason’s feet to be near the demons’ mouths. One of them snaps at him, almost managing to take a bite of him.]
Jason: AAAAAAAA!
Susan: STOP IT! [She tries to bang the shackles off her feet and arms.]
Lambda scientist: It’s no use. Those shackles were specially made to handle strong cattle children like you.
Susan: ! ‘What can I do?! I promised I’d protect him!’
Lambda scientist: That’s enough teasing. Cut it off! [They cut the rope off for Jason to fall onto the floor, vulnerable to all the hungry demons.]
Susan: ‘NO!’
[Susan immediately does a huge flip into the air towards where Jason and the demons are.]
‘My body feels as light as a feather!’
Lambda scientist: Wha-!
Susan: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! [She smashes the shackle on her feet into pieces the moment she lands near Jason. She also uses brute force to pull herself free from the handcuffs.]
‘I feel power surging through me…! I’m stronger than before!’
[Not a moment to waste, she leaps at the demons with her extraordinary strength. The drugs she was given seemed to have enhanced the strength in her arms and legs and with her reflexes, she killed the demons one by one. She manages to finish the last demon off before going over to Jason and untying the leftover rope. Jason hugs her and cries.]
Susan: [hugs Jason back] Don’t worry. I’m here now.
Lambda scientist: What is this! Cattle children should stay cattle! You’re nothing but cattle, 98184!
Susan: My name is Susan! And I’m not cattle. I’m a human being, unlike you guys!
[She lets go of Jason and walks up to the Lambda scientist. The scientist falls and trembles before her in fear.]
Lambda scientist: ! I-I understand! It’s only natural that you want to kill me!
[screeches in terror] P-please! I don’t want to die!
[Susan extends her hand out to the scientist.]
Susan: Give me the key.
Lambda scientist: Hah?
Susan: I’m going to free all the cattle children here.
Lambda scientist: What! You feel bad for them?!
[Susan stomps on the ground near the scientist, creating a hole between them and the scientist to jolt.]
Susan: Give it.
[The scientist reluctantly gives the key.]
Susan: Don’t you ever lay a finger on my family again.
[She then walks away from the scientist and heads to where Jason is.]
Lambda scientist: ... [smirks as they take a gun hidden in their clothes and aims it at Susan]
Jason: SUSAN! WATCH OUT!
Susan: !
[Before he could shoot her, Zazie comes swooping in and killing him on the spot. A couple explosions occurred and other people appeared before them. Among them a tall cloaked man stood as the leader.]
Susan: Nor..man? Is that you?
Norman: Susan? You’re alive?
Barbara: Somebody you know, boss?
Susan: I can’t believe it. Wait where are Ray and Emma? The others?
Norman: I’m not sure. But it’s possible they have escaped successfully.
[Susan felt relieved at his words. Jason suddenly collapses as the adrenaline from his fear wears off. Susan panics and realizes Jason’s condition.]
Susan: Norman! Please help Jason. He’s very sick!
Norman: Don’t worry! We have medicine on us. Everything’s going to be alright now.
Susan: Thank goodness...I’m glad to see you again Norman.
#the promised neverland#tpn#tpn spoilers#ynn#yakusoku no neverland#tpn susan#tpn norman#tpn scenario#scenario#writing#fanfic#a letter from norman#tpn barbara#lambda#oc#tpn oc#jason
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‘Neighbors’ A Cresswoth AU
Not many people bothered my in my apartment. I was one of three studios on the fifth floor, and the rest of this floor was occupied by the mammoth AC and heating units, making the noise level high, but the rent low.
The floor consisted of me, a grad student, my neighbor two doors down who had about a hundred cats that she hid on the roof whenever the super came by to fix something, and the empty apartment between us. Oh, and the temperature regulation units, and the occasional pigeon that wandered in from the often open door to the roof.
That is, until this morning, when a whole mess of banging and cursing could be heard coming from the hall outside my door. And then, what sounded like someone trying to key into my apartment. I jumped up from my chair, dropping my book where I’d been sitting and dashed across the room, not bothering to look through the peep hole and yanking open my front door to reveal--
A boy who looked no older than I was fumbling with a set of keys, his cheeks flushing as he looked at me, then past me into my apartment.
“I--” He stammered as his eyes moved back to my face, still managing to scan and catalog my whole face despite seeming very flustered.
“Do you often like to break into the apartments of young women?” I ask, raising an eyebrow as I let my eyes rove over his smooth waves of hair, his piercing dark eyes, and his unfairly sharp jawline. I feel a slight tingle in my chest and curse my would-be intruder for being someone I would normally try and hit on. “Or am I a special case?”
“The super told me 503. But obviously,” He seems to have searched every inch of me and decided he liked what he found because the blush fades from his cheeks and he leans into my doorframe. “He was mistaken.”
He shoots me a cocky grin before pushing off the doorframe and taking a step back. As he does so, the elevator dings and the doors open to reveal a heap of boxes, loose books, furniture, and the most hauntingly beautiful girl I have ever seen. Her long dark hair hangs in curtains around her face, and her face looks as though it was sculpted from marble. From the way she is dressed, to the way she carries herself, even as she holds two precariously stacked boxes, she looks like she stepped straight out of a renaissance painting.
I drag my gaze away from her and back to the boy in the hall who is studying me as I stare at the girl in the elevator. I shoot him a dirty look before moving to close my door, but not before I hear the woman call in a voice so sickeningly low and melodic,
“Found the room Thomas?”
Thomas
He raises his eyebrows at the girl, eyes drifting back to me, but before he can speak, I do.
“502 is yours.” I let my gaze rove over him one last time as I gesture to the apartment across the hall. “Hope you aren’t allergic to cats.”
I close my door on my beautiful new neighbor and his even more captivating girlfriend, moving across the room to get back to my book.
But my day is unproductive. Noise of laughter and light-hearted bickering coming consistently from the hallway until finally, it fades into the usual silence, broken up only by the loud banging of the AC units.
I take a pause midway through the evening, deciding to change into my pajamas and make a cup of tea. I pull on some large boxer shorts and a cut-up T-shirt that boasted that “I dig bones”. I had tried to explain to Liza that this was an archeologist joke, not a forensics joke, but she had insisted on buying it for me anyway. I tied my hair into a high ponytail and finish my assigned reading while nursing my cup of tea.
Just as I finally begin to outline my thesis and begin to feel as if perhaps I won’t lose this whole day to my new neighbor, a knock comes at my door.
Assuming it is Mrs Harvey here to ask me to retrieve one of her cats from the roof I pad over to the door. Out of habit, I open the door without checking the peep hole and, for the second time that day am faced with my annoyingly attractive new neighbor. Thomas.
“Can I ask you a favor?” He keeps his eyes fixed firmly on my face, and I notice his own jaw seems clenched and his cheeks slightly pale. “There are about a million spiders that have just emerged from a drawer in my kitchen, and I can’t get ahold of the super.”
For some reason, I nod.
“Let me just fetch a few glasses.”
He looks perplexed but I leave him at the door, quickly grabbing a large bowl, a glass, and a piece of card stock from my desk before returning to the hall. He looks as though he wants to question me, but decides against it, simply leading the way into his apartment.
It is an absolute mess. The only room that seems to be properly set up is the bedroom, the rest of them a state of disarray, boxes and random objects piled up everywhere. The layout is nearly identical to mine, and I know my way to the kitchen without his direction.
He points to the drawer, hanging back at the edge of the kitchen as I venture closer. On the counter are three fat daddy long legs, somewhat formidable in size, but not at all concerning to anyone over the age of seven. Except apparently this giant baby. I quickly trapped all three of them under the bowl, spotting a fourth skittering across the counter. I quickly trap that one under the spare glass, and drag it across the counter before slipping the paper under both dishes.
Thomas practically jumps out of my way as I march through the kitchen, out the door, down the hall, and onto the roof. I let the spiders go in the roof garden before turning on my heel to see Thomas standing just past the threshold of the door.
“That was impressive.” Is all he says, and for the first time I can see him taking in my outfit, pausing for just a moment too long as he takes in my torso, eyes lingering on where my nipples are visible through my shirt, erected by the cool night air.
I raise an eyebrow as I take in his clothing, his faded pajama pants and baggy concert t-shirt a clear indication that he too had been winding down for the evening.
Silence hangs about us in the air, and I realize it is my turn to speak. But I can’t think of anything, so I simply stare at him, tucking my dishes under my arm.
“Let me repay you.” He says with a smile, “Dinner.” I flush and he grins, “I can’t offer much, being a broke grad student and all, but I can offer some of the leftovers my sister left in my fridge.”
My brain whirs, catching on the word sister. So that was the beautiful girl he was with! Now that I knew to look, the family resemblance was there. I offer him a smile, stepping towards him.
“Thank you, Thomas. That sounds lovely.” I walk over to him, stopping just before him.
He raises an eyebrow,
“Anytime, Audrey Rose.”
I started,
“How did you.”
But he grinned,
“A magician never reveals his tricks.” I shake my head and step to move past him but he puts a hand on my waist, “But it was on your mailbox.”
My heart flutters at his touch and his words in equal measure. He looked at my mailbox. A weird thing to be excited about, but I didn’t let myself get bogged down by my own cynicism.
We eat, drink, and make merry, talking about everything from politics, to our classes in school, to whose grad program is better. By the end of the night I am very content with my new neighbor, especially when he insists on walking me home.
I laugh as we walk across the hall and he gallantly opens my door for me.
“This was good fun, Audrey Rose.” He says with a smile that lights up his eyes, “I would love to do it again.”
He leans towards me and my heart flutters, is he really going to? But before I can mortify myself by leaning in as well, he plucks the phone from my hand. He types in a few numbers and ringing can be heard from somewhere in his apartment.
“Now you have my number.” He says, “I encourage you to use it.”
I smile as he bows his head slightly before turning away to go back into his apartment. I close the door and lean back against it, holding the phone as though it contained the most precious secret on earth, staring at that glorious set of numbers glowing back at me.
AAAAAAAA thank you so much for reading!!! I loved writing this so much I’m thinking of making it a series. Would you guys want to read two or three more that come from this AU?
xx
#stalking jack the ripper#sjtr#escaping from houdini#Hunting Prince Dracula#hpd#efh#cressworth#cressworth college au#cressworth au#cressworth apartment au#college au#cressworth fluff#cressworth banter#Audrey rose wadsworth#Thomas cresswell#sjtr fanfiction#sjtr au
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Class 1A || The annual UA Hunt
For the BNHA Gen Secret Santa exchange at @bnhagensecretsanta. My secret santa was @mymusicismylife77. It was nice meeting you (if talking to you on anon counts...) and I hope you enjoy this!!!
SUMMARY:
THE ANNUAL UA HUNT IS HERE!
FIRST YEARS - YOU’LL BE SPENDING 12 HOURS IN USJ FINDING CANDY CANES AND BAUBLES AND OTHER ASSIGNED ITEMS! YOUR TEACHERS WILL BE OUT AND ABOUT READY TO ELIMINATE YOU! MAKE IT TO THE END AND YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO DO THE SURPRISE ACTIVITY!
GOOD LUCK AND PLUS ULTRA!
WORDS: 16k (It got a bit long)
NOTE: You might need to pay attention to the times. Nothing really important but I jump around a bit and have really long time skips whoops. (And I’m so sorry I’m late!! (It’s the 24th where I am)) (pls excuse the mistakes I’m going to come back to edit more properly lol)
DECEMBER 1 | 5:55AM | 5 MINUTES UNTIL THE HUNT
The snow piled on top of the dome. On a sunny day, they would have been able to see past the glass to the sky, but now, all they saw was the white nothingness. Though even if there had been no snow, it was too early in the morning for the sun to shine.
It was unsettling, to say the least. Especially when the students of class 1A felt quite alone in their designated areas. Though they stood with their team, the silence was almost unbearable. The fact that the teachers were supposedly somewhere near them did not help their nerves.
The timers on their watches beeped.
30...
Uraraka Ochako rechecked her suit, fighting off shivers and chills. Asui Tsuyu gave her an encouraging nod, mentally fighting off the cold. Iida Tenya and Midoriya Izuku shared a quick, soft smile. Todoroki Shouto scanned their area, the landslide looking exceptionally dangerous. It may have been early, but Team Christmas Tree was ready for the Hunt.
22...
Hagakure Tooru bounced on her toes, the movements of her gloves and boots giving her away. She refused to think about the cold, refused to think about how much she hated her “hero suit” at this moment, as she lifted a gloved hand. Her teammates, Ojirou Mashirao and Sato Rikido high-fived her.
18...
Jirou Kyouka leaned away as Aoyama Yuuga twirled around her and Yaoyorozu Momo. He was literally creating sparkles from his laser; from nerves or excitement or plain “Aoyama Yuuga”-ness, Jirou couldn’t tell. As impromptu her team had been, she was confident they’d be able to adapt to each other quickly enough, especially with Yaomomo in their team.
12...
Kouda Kouji whispered to the small ant on his hand, his initial fear of the insect subsiding as he spoke with it. Tokoyami Fumikage and Shouji Mezou watched as their friend let down the insect and as it crawled out and away from them. Kouda straightened, a shy smile on his face as he nodded; it was done.
6...
Bakugou Katsuki nudged Kaminari Denki and Ashido Mina, giving them a fierce glare as they jolted awake. They yawned loudly, the silence around them enhancing any noise. Sero Hanta shuffled away from some falling gravel, grabbing Kirishima Eijirou, sweating as he realised just how precarious the structure they were in was. It was too bad they’d been sent to the Ruins zone--with Bakugou’s quirk, it was all too easy to imagine everything crumbling down.
1...
In unison, class 1A tensed as their timers counted to zero.
Their watches beeped, signalling they were allowed to move.
An announcement poured into their ears, the familiar yell of Present Mic over the intercom.
“FIRST YEAR CLASS ONE AAAAAAAA! YOUR HUNT HAS BEGUNNNNNNNNNNNN!”
And as one, class 1A jumped into action.
Their Hunt had begun.
NOVEMBER 20 | BEFORE THE HUNT
“Sensei! What do you mean it’s only twelve hours? The poster said it was twenty-five!”
Aizawa Shouta stifled a sigh. It’s okay, he told himself, they just want to know. It’s not their fault they didn’t wait for you to explain. He paused. Oh wait, it is.
He intensified his stare, silencing the mumbling going around the class, Ashido slowly sliding lower into her seat.
“For the first years, your Hunt is only twelve hours. Next year, it will be eighteen. And in your third year--if you make it, that is,” He couldn’t help but add, enjoying the way some of them blanched too much. None of them had forgotten Mineta, though his expulsion had been a relief. And a reality-check. “Your Hunt will be twenty-five hours long. It’s to prepare you, slowly but surely.”
Another hand shot up.
“Yes, Kaminari?” He called tiredly. How many questions could they possibly have? Everything should have been explained in the posters damnit. All he was meant to do was explain the date, time, and the short paragraph he’d been given to read out.
“Why is it twenty-five hours?”
Bakugou scoffed, causing Kaminari to look at him.
“What? It’s a good question!”
“Like hell it is. Why do you need to ask? It’s Yuuei. They’re not gonna stop at two or twenty four hours. They have to go that extra fucking mile.”
“Plus Ultra, and all!” Sero added.
Aizawa nodded, already feeling his eyelids droop. He shouldn’t have stayed up so late with Hizashi making those stupid posters. Actually, Hizashi shouldn’t have left those damn posters so late in the first place. Actually, he should have just left him to deal with it on his own; Nemuri was right, he had a soft heart. “I’ll answer any further questions after I tell you this.” He cleared his throat, looking at the paragraph Nedzu had written. It was far too short to be informative, but the principal did have a knack for surprises--and he definitely wanted to surprise the first years.
Aizawa opened his mouth to read it out. “Number one. You will form groups of three to five, no more and no less. Two, food is provided in the neutral zone of the entrance and water is located in the drinking taps around each area. Three, teachers will be out to cuff and eliminate you. If you are caught, you will be brought outside to watch your fellow classmates succeed where you failed.” His lip twitched at that. Nedzu was being quite straightforward. ‘For fun and stress-relief’ his ass, he knew as well as anyone that this was going to be a test of ability for the students. It was merely poorly disguised. “Four, you will be given watches that will provide a timer, a button for help, the list of items you may be able to find, and your point counter. Five.” Aizawa raised his eyebrows slightly. “Good luck.”
The class was silent, eyes either on him or focused on the desk--great, the problem child already looked like he was planning something. Even greater, Bakugou was grinning like he planned to blow up the Simulation Joint.
“Well, I guess you all want to talk about it.” The sheer energy some of his students were emitting--namely Hagakure, Ashido, and Kaminari--told him enough. As soon as he dismissed them, they’d be on their feet chattering on and on. He might as well give them mercy. “You may talk about it for the rest of homeroom.”
As he’d expected, half the students were out of their seats, gravitating towards their friendship groups, probably creating their teams already. Aizawa sighed, slipping into his sleeping bag before shutting his eyes.
The temperature was much nicer indoors, better than the cold outside.
Aizawa fell asleep much faster than usual, to the sounds of his students’ chatter.
DECEMBER 1 | 7AM | 1 HOUR INTO THE HUNT
Uraraka scanned the rocky area, looking down at the slope and the buildings that jutted out. She found nothing in particular but still knew that something had to be there. From up high in the air--courtesy of her quirk and Asui’s tongue wrapped around her torso--she could see some of the other areas. She could even see the Central Plaza and make out the glint of the Golden Sack--though maybe that was just her imagination.
She twisted in the air, trying to spot something--anything, really--but found nothing that screamed out to her. She sighed, tapping Asui’s tongue to signal she was done.
There was a sudden tightening around her waist and she was slowly pulled lower and lower. When she touched down, she released her quirk, the effects of gravity returning, and Asui pulled her tongue back.
“Did you find anything?” Midoriya asked. She shook her head sadly.
“There wasn’t much. There’s lot to see on the grounds, but not here. Nothing, well, nothing really stood out enough to check it out,” Uraraka explained, shrugging. “No bots either. I guess it’s too rocky to have a bot roaming around this place.”
Iida stepped forward, a hand on her shoulder. “No need to worry Uraraka-san! We’ve only just begun the Hunt! We can explor--”
A burst of ice exploded from the ground, Todoroki suddenly yelling. “Move now!”
The other four ducked down, scrambling away as Todoroki blasted another wall of ice before following.
The ice triggered a landslide, rocks and debris raining down on them.
“What is it Todoroki-san?!” Iida called out, slowing to allow the boy to catch up.
“Midnight,” He said simply, all the explanation they needed. They nodded.
The hour they’d spent without seeing a single teacher had been far too quiet--suspicious, even. They shouldn’t have been surprised, and yet they still were. How she had managed to come up close enough that Todoroki had had to use his ice quirk in such a large burst...
At least they were on full alert now, eyes darting to every crevice in the landslides area.
They moved into formation; Todoroki in front, Iida and Midoriya at the back, and Uraraka and Asui in the middle. They’d planned that formation in case they ever needed a quick getaway from a threat, either from in front--which Todoroki would take care of--or the back--which Midoriya would take on. Putting Uraraka in the middle was so that she could use her quirk on the others, and in turn, Asui would be able to latch onto her and Todoroki, and then Iida would activate his engines to run, picking them all up on the way.
They continued to run for a good few more minutes, unsure of how fast Midnight was. Would she be able to catch up? Was she stuck in the ice? They doubted it; their teachers were craftier than that.
Todoroki swerved into a dark overhang, the crevice deep enough to hide the five of them as he created an extra layer of ice to protect them in case the overhang collapsed.
Uraraka leaned against a wall. The run had been rocky and dangerous--one wrong move and they could have gone sprawling down the hill.
“Do you think we’ve lost her?” Asui asked, staring worriedly at the entrance of the cave.
“For now, yes, but not for long.” Todoroki used his flames to light the cave more, moving his arm to look around.
Midoriya gasped, stopping Todoroki’s arm to leave it in one spot. A bauble sat in a hole, hidden enough that unless someone had been standing right where they were, it wouldn’t have been seen. Uraraka eagerly walked to it, snatching it and grinning triumphantly as she showed the glittering ‘2′ painted on it.
“We’ve found something! Finally!” She cheered, rubbing the bauble affectionately. When she remembered the others, she blushed, shyly handing it to Iida.
Their watches beeped. Their point counters now all said ‘2′. Their first points.
Iida smiled. “Well done Todoroki-kun! You found this cave, and so, you have found this bauble too!”
Todoroki shook his head, a small smile on his own face. “It was just luck. I did not see anything from the outside.”
“We should leave the cave now. There wouldn’t be anything else in here. If Midnight finds us, we’ll be trapped, kero.” They nodded, turning when a new voice spoke.
“It won’t be Midnight trapping you inside.”
They tensed, eyes landing on a familiar figure who stood at the mouth of the crevice.
Ectoplasm. Or, at least, one of Ectoplasm’s clones.
“I’ll be eliminating you all now.”
DECEMBER 1 | 7:15AM | 1 HOUR 15 MINUTES INTO THE HUNT
The sound of crashing and explosions filled the air--but it was distant, echoing off the dome.
Jirou looked above, aware of the way the rocks were suddenly all around them. She glanced behind her, meeting Aoyama’s distressed eyes and Yaoyorozu’s worried ones.
“Where do you think that came from?” Yaoyorozu asked, hand braced on the rocky wall. “It sounded terrible.”
“Perhaps it was Bakugou-san,” Aoyama suggested.
Jirou shook her head. “No, that was too...rocky, not like Bakugou’s explosions. It was like...like a landslide.”
“Ah!” Yaoyorozu gasped. “That’s right! The mountains area is right next to the landslides!” She nodded. “It was probably from there.”
The other two agreed silently and left it at that. No one really wanted to think about the implications.
Truthfully, the sounds had been one of the few things they’d heard. It was jarring, being in almost utter silence save for the sounds of their own footsteps and the falling of small rocks and gravel, to hear the loud booms. But it reminded them of the outside.
Had USJ always been so big? Jirou swore it hadn’t been so big before--not even during that USJ attack, and she obviously knew how isolated she had felt, being so far away from everyone else except for Yaoyorozu and Kaminari.
They’d been walking for so long, her feet were beginning to hurt, no matter how much she refused to acknowledge that. An hour and--what? Ten minutes?--her feet were already aching.
The worst part was that they hadn’t found anything but a candy cane, which had only been one point.
“Oh finally!” Aoyama suddenly cried out, pushing his head over Jirou’s shoulder to see the opening of the gap they’d been walking through. It hadn’t seemed so long and narrow when they’d first squeezed into it. They’d glimpsed the other side and had thought it would only be a good five minutes walk--it had ended up taking ten minutes. “I have never been so glad to see more rocks!”
Yaoyorozu and Jirou cracked small smiles. That was true.
But Jirou still held up a hand as she stopped a few feet away from the opening, plugging her earlobes into the rock and sending sound waves.
Nothing, nothing--wait.
She turned, looking up.
“Yaomomo, can you look behind you a bit? There should be something back there.” Yaoyorozu nodded, stepping back and looking up to see a small rock jutting out from above.
“Is it on that?”
Jirou nodded. “I can get it, though.” She extended an earlobe, reaching up and over, brushing against the surface of the rock--
She furrowed her brow, then sensed the slight beep within--
“TRAP!” She screamed, jumping backwards into the open.
Jirou’s eyes widened as she fell backwards, eyes on Aoyama as he lunged for her.
They wouldn’t make it.
The explosion knocked Aoyama to the ground, his hands instinctively reaching up and over his head. It rocked them and though his eyes were shut, he recognised the moment something fell over him, covering him from the light.
Oh non oh non--had a rock landed above him? Was he trapped? What about Yaoyorozu-san?
He risked peaking his eyes open, lifting his head to see a sort of metal roof above him.
Yaoyorozu coughed. “I-I just managed to get something out before anything hit us. Aoyama-kun, are you alright?”
He nodded, blinking rapidly. “Merci Yaoyorozu-san!”
“Guys!” Jirou called from the opening, ducking down to see them. “Are you alright?”
“Oui Jirou-san! My sparkle is fine too!” Jirou nodded slowly at that, slightly confused.
“Can you crawl out?”
“Yes Jirou-san!” Yaoyorozu said from behind. “Aoyama-kun, do you mind?”
Aoyama started crawling forward, his face scrunching in distaste as he noticed how much dirt and gravel had lodged itself in his suit. But he kept going forward, shaking his head to rid his hair of the excess dirt as soon as he made it out. Yaoyorozu followed suit and the team stood out in the open.
Aoyama turned, seeing the red in the corner of his eye. “Oh! Is that a candy cane?”
The other two stopped, turning to see the candy cane resting on top of Yaoyorozu’s metal sheet. Smiles broke out on their faces. Aoyama reached forward, eager to grab the candy cane when--
Ectoplasm leapt down, landing on top of the sheet, his boot crunching down on the sweet.
Aoyama lurched backwards, bumping into Yaoyorozu and Jirou, all their eyes trained on the teacher.
“Come on, can’t you give us a break?” Jirou muttered lowly, eyes narrowed.
He stayed silent--it was probably a clone--but charged forward and the trio dived to the side: Aoyama and Jirou to the left, Yaoyorozu to the right.
Ectoplasm’s leg snapped out, catching Yaoyorozu in the stomach, sending her rolling away.
“Yaoyorozu!”
She stopped rolling a few metres away, pushing herself up and squinting as Ectoplasm quickly ran after--her eyes widened, readying herself to produce something else when he suddenly swerved to the side, Aoyama’s laser shot missing.
He stood, hands behind his head as he shot laser after laser at the teacher, forcing Ectoplasm to dodge dodge dodge--
It allowed Jirou to come up from the side, her earlobes out and racing towards him--
They landed, sticking into the clone’s body and she let out a sound wave large enough that it melted back into, well, ectoplasm.
The three of them panted, left alone in the clearing. Yaoyorozu stood up shakily, dusting off the gravel from her cloak. Jirou walked over to her, helping her steady as Aoyama approached, trying to ignore the way his stomach ached.
“That was...” Yaoyorozu began.
“Surprising.”
“Terribly rude.”
The girls looked at Aoyama, who smiled. “Honestly, right after an explosion too!”
“I suppose we should expect nothing less from Yuuei.” Yaoyorozu said, nervously laughing. The other two agreed.
“Still.” Jirou twisted an earlobe around her finger. “It’s only the first hour and--” She glanced at her watch, “--fifteen minutes. What else will we have to face?”
They looked at each other, the reality check slapping them in his face.
Aoyama twirled on the spot, startling the other two. “Well, let’s not waste time then!” He stopped, grinning, almost sparkling. “We’ve got candy canes to find now!”
Jirou and Yaoyorozu glanced at each other, then back at Aoyama, who was already looking around the open mountainous space. They smiled.
None of them noticed that their point counter had gone up by three.
DECEMBER 1 | 7AM | 1 HOUR INTO THE HUNT
Midoriya didn’t hesitate once as he ran forward, using a small percent of One for All to push him forward; his arm pulled back as he charged it up, aiming straight for Ectoplasm.
“GO NOW!” He yelled.
Iida spurred into action, activating his engines as Uraraka used her quirk on her and Asui, Todoroki too far back to reach.
Midoriya was close--so so close. He waited until he was just a foot away, until his fist was a foot away, and heaved it towards Ectoplasm, the teacher having kept still.
He ducked and Midoriya punched the air, cracking the ground slightly from the force.
He couldn’t dodge Ectoplasm now and with the teacher jumping straight up and landing his head right into Midoriya’s stomach, he was forced to take the blow, eyes bulging.
Though it allowed Iida to run past, Uraraka and Asui holding on.
Asui shot out her tongue, wrapping it around Ectoplasm and pulling--
Their teacher was thrown into the air, spiraling down down down the slope, rolling and rolling until he disappeared below.
Iida gritted his teeth, hard, as he forced himself to stop before he followed Ectoplasm down.
It wasn’t enough. He was going to fall and bring the two with him damnit damnit--
Uraraka pressed all five fingers to shoulder and Iida went weightless--the three of them weightless together--
They slowly floated forward, Iida’s legs leaving the ground before Todoroki reached out and grabbed his foot, pulling the three back down.
When their feet were firmly on the ground, Uraraka released her quirk, her stomach only slightly upset. She sighed in relief--both in evading Ectoplasm and in her stronger stomach.
Then their attention was taken by the groaning Midoriya.
“Midoriya-kun! Are you alright?” Iida called, marching to the doubled over boy.
Midoriya raised his head, a shaky smile on his face. “Y-yep! Just...just fine.” He dropped his head again. “That was just a really, really strong headbutt,” He said, voice wobbling.
“It’s okay Midoriya-chan, we can stay for a bit while you recover,” Asui said, crouching down next to him.
“I don’t think so,” Todoroki spoke up suddenly, getting their attention. “Our watches haven’t gone off. We would have gotten three points if we had defeated Ectoplasm, but we haven’t. I don’t think he’s incapacitated.”
They blinked, all looking at their own watches for confirmation.
“We’ll be on the lookout for him!” Uraraka declared, pumping a fist in the air.
“And Midnight-sensei!” Iida added.
Midoriya shook his head, straightening slightly. “No, it’s okay, I can handle--” His cheeks puffed out.
“Midoriya, you shouldn’t push yourself. You’re clearly still recovering.”
“It’s just a headbutt guys, I’ll-I’ll be fine after I stand up.”
“A headbutt from Ectoplasm,” Asui corrected. “Though, I admit, I am a bit surprised. He must be stronger than expected to get such a reaction from you, Midoriya-chan.” She tilted her head. “After all, you manage with broken arms and--”
“Annnd that’s good Tsu-chan!” Uraraka interrupted, smiling apologetically at the other girl. She made to put a hand on Midoriya. “Don’t worry Deku-kun! Just relax--”
“Oh? So you were here all along?”
They tensed, blood freezing.
Midnight stood above them, perched on a ledge high up. She smirked down at them, holding her flogger whip from her shoulder.
Midnight licked her lips, her eyes narrowing.
“Seems like you were just attacked.” She rolled her shoulders. “Well, it’s not my problem.”
The atmosphere thickened as she shifted her weight.
“It’s so early to be eliminated.”
DECEMBER 1 | 8AM | 2 HOURS INTO THE HUNT
“Bakugou, if you growl one more time you’re going to turn into a dog.”
“Shut up pinky.”
Screech.
“Hey! I thought we graduated from stupid nicknames!”
“Not when you’re being annoying.”
Clang.
“Guys--”
“Hmph! You’re the one being annoying, growling like a dog at this and at that!”
“Guys--”
“Well, maybe if we’d start doing something I wouldn’t be so restless.”
Clang clang.
“Guys!” Sero yelled, eyes widening at how loud his voice had been. The bickering two stopped to stare at him; Kirishima nudging Kaminari to wake the blond boy up more. “Didn’t you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Kirishima asked, looking around them at the creepy buildings.
“I don’t know, like, something moving?”
Bakugou scoffed. “We’ve been hearing these buildings fall apart for hours. That’s nothing new, damnit.”
Sero shook his head, determined to make them hear it too. “No, no it was new. Not like something had broken. Like something had been pushed off.” He held up a finger. “Just-just wait, yeah?”
They waited for a good twenty seconds, though some more begrudgingly than others.
Nothing.
“Oh come on!” Sero groaned, throwing his arms into the air. “So when I need them to hear it you don’t make a sound!”
Kirishima patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry Sero--”
“Oof, you alright there Sero? Not going crazy?” Ashido poked his helmet. Sero sighed, stepping away. It was no use. Unless he heard it again, unless they all heard it, they probably wouldn’t believe him.
They continued walking, eyes on all sides.
The ruins were creepy. They’d nailed that aspect of this area, at least. The buildings were tall and leaning against each other precariously. There had to be more around here, but so far they’d found only three candy canes and one bauble--their points adding up to four in total.
It wasn’t the same as before--during the USJ attack--Kirishima had to admit. It was quiet, so so quiet, so unlike the way they’d been attacked from all sides by villains back then. He was happy to be with his friends.
Kaminari yawned again--getting him another harsh nudge to the back.
“Goddamn, how tired can you be?” Bakugou huffed.
“I’m sorry okay!” Kaminari said, raising his arms in surrender. “I’m not used to waking up at the buttcrack of dawn!”
“It wasn’t even that early!”
“For you!” He retorted. “No normal person wakes up at five to do morning jogs you know.”
“Hah? What do you mean no normal person? People who want to fucking exercise will do that.”
“Ughhhh, we already do so much exercising at school. I can’t figure out how you want to do more--”
“Okay that’s enough,” Ashido interrupted, pushing forward to lead the way through the streets. Or fake streets. She still wasn’t sure whether she was impressed by the authenticity of it all. It seemed too real to be fake. Had it really been built like this? Or did Yuuei just build around a ruined--
“Wow, it’s not like it was you and Bakugou fighting just a minute ago,” Kaminari mumbled, pouting.
Ashido simply smiled as they broke into a crossroad, a few cars piled up in the middle.
As they neared it, she gasped excitedly. “Oh oh guys guys! I think I see a candy cane! Finally!”
She raced forward, Kaminari hot on her heels. There hadn’t been a rule about not eating the candy canes, and so far, they’d all given the lollies to him. Apparently, they were trying to ‘wake him up’ with sugar. He’d keep faking his sleepiness if it meant he got all the candy canes.
The other three followed more slowly, looking around.
Sero’s gut clenched. It was too easy. Right in the middle of the road. He fingered his helmet, using the new upgrades the support department had added--heat vision, night vision, to name a few--since the start of winter.
With the heat vision activated, he turned as he walked, looking at the buildings, down the road, the roof--
The roof!
“Ashido! Kami! Duck!”
The duo did as told without question, ducking and diving to the sides as a few bullets shot out towards them, shattering one of the car’s windshield.
Bakugou grinned, crouching. “Snipe, huh?”
“Hm? Yeah, why?” Sero turned--
Just in time to see Bakugou running forward, the bullets narrowly missing him as he propelled himself with his explosions.
“Bakugou!” Sero and Kirishima yelled. They glanced at each other, before clenching their jaws and rushing after him.
Bakugou raised his arm up high, in the direction of where the bullets were coming from--
BOOM!
He smirked at the explosion, the satisfying recoil of his shoulder as he continued forward, leaning down to grip Ashido’s collar and heave her up.
“Let’s go damnit!”
She swayed but steadied herself, following him across the road and behind the building. They glanced back to see Kirishima and Sero yank Kaminari up, running after them.
“So what do we do?” Kirishima asked when they regrouped.
Bakugou’s grin was near-feral. “We take him out, of course.”
Kaminari stared. “Do we even get points for getting him?”
Sero tapped at his watch, scrolling through the activity sheet quickly. “Uhhh--” He reached the end, the last activity glaring up at him: ‘FIND SANTA AND THE GRINCH!’ He looked above it, finding what he was looking for. ‘INCAPACITATE A TEACHER WITH THEIR OWN CUFFS - 20 POINTS!’ “We get twenty points.”
“Hell yes!”
“Oh hell no, do you think we can take him?” Ashido said, incredulous.
“What? You think we can’t?”
“Well, I mean, it’s Snipe and--”
Bakugou cut off Kirishima. “And invisible girl and four-arms--”
“Shouji?”
“--won against him during exams. This’ll be a piece of cake.”
Sero shook his head. “Sorry, I’m not convinced. They had quirk suppressants and weights on back then.”
“And they were only two against him. We’ve got five against one.” Bakugou sighed, irritated. “Do you really think we’re all that fucking weak?”
Kirishima smiled at the phrasing. “We can’t slip up this early in the game.”
But Kaminari was nodding, a grin forming. “You know what, I think we can take him on.”
“Hah! See?”
“Yeah,” He said absently as the idea grew on him. “Yeah! Come on guys! Let’s do it!” Kaminari stood straighter, his arms raised in excitement. “We’re class 1A! If anyone can take him on, it’s us! Five against one!”
Ashido raised an eyebrow at him as she murmured to Sero, “Motivational speech much?”
Bakugou clapped Kaminari on the back--probably a bit harsher than what was normally deemed affectionate. “So you do have some guts!”
He turned to the others, his grin downright feral now.
“We’ve gotta go plus ultra, right?”
Sero looked at Ashido, then Kirishima. He wasn’t sure they were sold yet, but he knew if the two kept at it, they probably would be soon.
“Brave words for people standing around unguarded.”
The five shots were impossibly loud in the otherwise silent ruins.
DECEMBER 1 | 9:30AM | 3 HOURS 30 MINUTES INTO THE HUNT
Aizawa grimaced as the familiar screaming of Yamada filled his ears. Well then, he thought bitterly, it seemed he was on the move. He wasn’t sure if it was a bad thing.
No one had made a move on the golden sack. Which was good. He didn’t really want to fight this early in the Hunt; didn’t want to eliminate any of his students this early. Of course he wanted them to have fun--god, did they deserve to have fun--but it didn’t mean he was going to go easy on them.
Nevertheless, as Yamada’s screams echoed from the Flood zone, Aizawa felt a shift in the Simulation Joint.
Yamada’s voice would be heard from all over.
It was a wake-up call for everyone.
Maybe he would need to prepare.
DECEMBER 1 | 9:30AM | 3 HOURS 30 MINUTES INTO THE HUNT
“See anything?” Hagakure called out to Sato, a few metres away on her left. She refused to let herself shiver, knowing that if she started, she probably wouldn’t be able to stop. Ugh! She really hated her ‘hero suit’ right now. No, actually, she hated that the USJ wasn’t heated properly. Come on--did the teachers even care about them?!
Sato shook his head, sighing. “Nothing! The water’s too dark. Was it always this dark?”
Ojirou jogged back over. “I don’t think so. I think they made it darker for the Hunt.” Sato groaned.
“That makes things so much easier for us.”
“If only we had Tsu-chan with us!” Hagakure said as she walked over. “Hey, Sato, are you sure we can’t eat the candy canes?”
Sato looked thoughtful for a few moments before shrugging. “Well, they didn’t really say anything about eating it. Or not eating it. So...”
“So can I eat one?” She asked hopefully, clasping her hands together. “It’s already nine thirty! We’ve got the points from the candy canes, they can’t take it away right? Because, technically, we still have the candy canes--it’ll just be in my stomach!”
The boys glanced at each other, smiling at Hagakure’s logic. It was...technically right.
Her stomach rumbled. Loudly.
“Oh! That’s-that’s embarrassing!” Hagakure squealed, hands on her face. “Don’t look at me! I’m just starving! Ahhh!”
Sato scratched the back of his head, reaching into one of his pouches. “I guess we should have some. To keep our energy up.” He pulled three candy canes out--three of the five they had--and handed one each to the others, keeping one for himself.
So far, Team Spirit had eleven points. They had probably exhausted the supply of candy canes and baubles in the flood zone, having found most of the candy canes as they went down the water slide.
That had been a disaster. The water slide had had an explosive halfway through, and as Ojirou slid down, he’d triggered it, collapsing the slide. He’d splashed safely in the water though, but not before giving Hagakure and Sato mini heart attacks.
There’d been three candy canes in the slide alone. They weren’t complaining, it was a good thing, especially since they hadn’t found anything else after that.
Ojirou had seen something glittering underwater though, and he’d attempted several times to swim towards it, only to come up sputtering and coughing. It was too deep but he had sworn it was a bauble--a shiny, golden one too.
So now they were peering into the dark water, trying to find more, closer baubles but with no luck.
“Should we just leave? I don’t think there’s a chance of us getting whatever’s down there unless you’re sugar rush gives you bigger lungs,” Ojirou said, looking at Sato.
Surprisingly, the boy blinked in thought. Then shook his head. “Man, I got really hopeful there but...” He sucked on the candy cane resentfully. “Even if I did get bigger lungs, I’m not confident that I’d make it back up safely--cause I get sleepy and all.” Ojirou nodded, understanding.
“So!” Hagakure started. “What should we do? If we leave, where do we go?”
They looked around.
The conflagration and ruin sections were next to them, but they were sure some of their classmates had been put in those areas. Would it be a good or bad thing to run into them? Would the competition be too intense? Would there be anything left in those areas?
“Maybe we should try just going down into the general area? And take down some villain bots?” Sato suggested. The other two thought about it for a few moments.
“That sounds like a good idea! But...well…”
“What is it, Hagakure?” Ojirou asked.
“Like, is anyone else down there? It’s silly, never mind!”
“No no, go on, it’s okay,” Sato insisted.
“Well, I just think if no one else is down there, does that mean we’re doing a bad job? Only because that means they’re all still looking and haven’t given up on their areas!” She added hastily.
The boys nodded slowly. She had a point. They glanced at each other. Were they giving up too easily?
“HEY HEYYYY!”
They froze momentarily, turning to see Present Mic standing on top of the rocks, staring down at them.
“YOU KIDS ALRIGHT?!” They swallowed, Sato finishing the rest of his candy cane--it wasn’t his pure sugar, but it was still sugar. “WELL EITHER WAYYYY! I’M GONNA HAVE TO TAG YOU ALL NOW, YEAH!”
Present Mic opened his mouth.
“COVER!” Ojirou yelled, bracing himself.
The scream was piercing. It hurt and made their heads ache no matter how hard they pressed their hands to their ears.
Ojirou gritted his teeth as he pried his eyes open, staring at the water. It was rippling--but would it muffle the sound?
At this point, anything was better than the screams.
He let go of his ears--loud loud loud--and lurched forward, grabbing Hagakure’s gloved hand and Sato’s torso with his tail. Sato opened his eyes, wordlessly asking the question.
“THE WATER!” Ojirou yelled. He doubted they heard, but Sato nodded, and all Ojirou could do was hope Hagakure had understood too.
They ran forward, leaping into the air and splashing into the cold water.
Instantly, it filled their ears--good, oh thank goodness it really did muffle the screams.
Present Mic stopped, watching the trio disappear underwater. He grinned. “Ah, smart kids. Really, why’d they put me in the water area?” The grin darkened. “Ah well. I conquered water a long time ago.”
He leapt down from his perch on the rocks, stepping into the water until he was knee deep. He sighed. “Man, and I just got this dry-cleaned too.” Shaking his head, he inhaled deeply.
Hagakure gasped, bubbles escaping her lips as the water rippled. The other watched her worriedly as she began to thrash, swimming up and up, losing her hold on Ojirou’s hand. They followed--it was probably a better time than any to get a breath of air in.
As soon as they broke the surface, the screams returned with full force, their gasps of air lost in the noise.
Hagakure ducked back down, the vibrations in her skull making it hard to figure out where the screams were coming from--she hadn’t had the nerve to stay above water for too long.
They swam as far as they could, breaking the water to breathe and duck back down.
How long was the lake again? How long had they been swimming for?! Sato thought tiredly. He glanced at the other two, meeting Ojirou’s eyes. We have to take him out. He wasn’t sure if the message was conveyed, but the boy nodded.
Hagakure gurgled something incoherent, pointing ahead.
A dark mass loomed just in front--the ship!
Bracing themselves, they waited until they were right next to it before swimming up.
Present Mic frowned, stopping to rest his throat. He hated having to push that hard to be heard underwater. Now, where were they? “Great job Hizashi--you lost them.” Probably for the better, he added to himself. He didn’t really want to have an underwater battle--his clothes were far too good for that and this early in the Hunt? He was not going to fight the other students sopping wet.
Meanwhile the trio were slowly swimming around the boat, finding a ladder to get on or at least hold onto.
“It stopped. He stopped.” Sato huffed out.
“Not for long though. I’m sure he’s gonna start any time now.” They nodded.
Hagakure looked down, squinting at the water. “I’m going to see if there’s any baubles on the hull!” She breathed deeply and ducked down before hearing their responses, using her hands to propel herself forward through the width of the ship.
Nothing nothing nothing. Dangit! There had to be something right? The ship had been the one thing they hadn’t checked yet, considering it was out in the middle of the lake and she really hadn’t wanted to jump in--it looked way too cold for her, and well, it was. She was shivering already.
You know what? Stuff it. I’m asking for a cloak or a jacket next time, she thought, resolved. Invisible girl or not, she wasn’t going to freeze for the next few months.
Her hands hit a spherical object, the ball-like thing attached to the hull. She brightened--a bauble! And a pretty, sparkly one too!
She shoved it out, pulling it from the hull just as more screams rippled through her brain. Argh! Could he just stop already? It was beginning to force a harsh headache.
The bauble sunk as it ripped from the hull and Hagakure turned it over in her hands, her eyes widening at the painted ‘4′ on it.
Four points! That was great!
She was reminded of her limited air and hurried to push herself forward when suddenly the bauble opened--opened to reveal four robotic arm-like things that latched around her hand.
She winced, but continued swimming--whatever it was, she’d inspect it above water, her lungs were beginning to--
Yank!
Something was pulling her back--no, not her, her hand--the hand with the bauble attached.
She struggled, pulling her arm as far as it could but it was like-was like a magnetic force!
The bauble was still attracted to whatever it had been attached to.
And now it was pulling her along.
Oh no no no--Hagakure fought to keep her mouth closed, fought to stop herself from screaming. Oh no--was she going to drown? No, no she wouldn’t, Yuuei wouldn’t let her.
But if she didn’t get out soon she was going to pass out.
She stopped resisting and instead focused on the bauble--the robotic arms were skinny, but metal and strong, it dug into her hand painfully.
She used a nail to pick at it, gave up, and went to shove it off, the way she’d shove off a bracelet that was too small on her. It scratched her hand as it moved--but it moved! And that was the main thing.
Pushing pushing pushing, Hagakure tried not to let the squeezing of her chest affect her. One arm of the bauble was nearly off--and it was gone! It left a stinging line on her hand and even though she couldn’t see it, she knew it’d be there.
Using the now free arm, she pulled at it, getting the second one off--good good, just a bit more--and then she used both to pull it more effectively.
She was turning blue--well, she couldn’t see herself turning blue but she hadn’t held her breath for so long before. If she wasn’t turning blue then she didn’t know what she was. Was she even making sense? Her panic increased, but she tamped it down, refusing to let it surface. If she panicked now, it would be all over.
She was hero! She wouldn’t panic!
With one last, desperate, heave, the bauble ripped off of her hand and she sent it sinking away. Did they get the points? Agh, who cares who cares--she did, she didn’t want to disappoint her friends--she needed to breathe!
A large arm caught her on her back and suddenly, Hagakure rushed forward, water streaming past in bubbles.
Sato! And by the looks of him, he’d devoured some sugar!
Sato kicked his enhanced legs, his mind slightly furry around the edges, but he knew he had to get Hagakure up and breathing--how long had she been down there? They hadn’t realised--Present Mic had been so loud--until too late, until it had been at least thirty seconds. Maybe more. He couldn’t tell.
They burst through the water, Hagakure immediately breathing in a lungful, maybe two, of air, coughing and wheezing as she clutched Sato’s arm.
Sato glanced hazily at her, unsure of what to do now.
Luckily Ojirou had made his way around the ship, finding his teammates and letting out a sigh of relief.
“You guys okay?” He called, swimming over to them.
Hagakure nodded, then coughed. “I-I--”
Ojirou shook his head. “It’s okay, take your time. You got us four points! That’s great Hagakure!”
Blinking the watery tears away, she beamed--thank goodness! At least it hadn’t been for nothing.
“You okay there, Sato?”
“Hmm? Yeah...just...” He shook his head, blinking rapidly to wake himself up. He couldn’t get sleepy this early. “Good job Hagakure-san! That was a good idea.”
She smiled again, her coughing subsiding.
“Wait, what’s that?”
They all stopped, peering at the small metal stick still hanging onto Hagakure’s hand.
“Eep! Gross gross!” She shrieked, shaking it off. It didn’t sink immediately, so Ojirou took it in his hand, looking at it closely.
Tiny golden letters shone on the side--Hatsume industries!
He blinked. Wasn’t that that...determined support department student? The one that had used her gadgets during the festival? And helped make most of their suits?
“Looks like they get support students in on the fun too!” Hagakure said, somewhat less bubbly. “That was a really scary invention though.”
“What did it do?”
“I think it was magnetic! It grabbed onto my hand and pulled me back!” She shuddered. “I do not want to know how she comes up with these things.”
“YOU KIDS ALRIIIIIIIIIIGHT?!”
They started; Present Mic had moved, standing half in the water but still relatively close to the shore.
He watched the trio. He had been starting to get worried. From what he recalled, none of them had underwater breathing like quirks, so not seeing them for a while had been concerning. Plus, Thirteen and Recovery Girl would kill him if he had just stood around doing nothing--Hunt or not.
They didn’t respond, merely swimming away and behind the ship. He frowned. He was being considerate! “WELL I GUESS YOU ARE THEN! GET READY!”
He continued to scream, almost bored. No matter though, he was not going in the water either way. He knew he’d be getting an earful from the other teachers as soon as this was done. Aizawa and Kayama were sure to ask how he’d gone. His fights were never quite interesting. All he could say was--
“HOLY CRAP!”
He dived to the side, sloshing water out of the way as a--was that a lawn chair?! As a lawn chair was launched towards him.
“WHAT THE HECK?!” He looked up, his glasses askew, at the team that had made it onto the ship--how fast had they climbed?!--and now the yellow one was chucking probably whatever was on the ship at him. He groaned. He’d been too soft and now look at him, cowering at furniture!
He waded out of the water quickly--hating how soggy his pants felt, damnit, there better be no cameras around here--and dodged another lawn chair. His only comfort was that they had to run out of furniture soon.
Oh wait.
He crouched, waiting until something else was thrown--this time a lamp, were they going below deck too?--and then popped up.
“YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
The yellow boy visibly winced, crouching down and behind the railing of the boat. He did not stand up for a while and Yamada did not see the other two.
Maybe he should stop for a bit. If their eardrums got shot, Recovery Girl would be on his ass about it for weeks.
He relented, resting his throat for a bit, hands behind his head as he whistled.
Eh, they could spend the whole day like this unless either one of them made a move.
Yamada turned his head slightly, keeping an eye on the boat to see the Central Plaza--
“Oh man! Someone’s out there!”
He glimpsed a group of students running out and towards the Central Plaza. From where he stood, he couldn’t see where Aizawa was but the teacher was probably somewhere in there--
WHACK!
Yamada fell to the side, his face pounding as it hit the ground. Damnit, how had he missed--what had he missed again?
A shadow loomed over him and he froze--oh no.
“Sorry sensei, but--” A jingle of metal and Yamada tensed, ready to get up when-- “Oh. That’s a big caterpillar.”
Yamada’s blood curled.
Where? Where?!
He screeched, jolting up and butting heads with the student--Ojirou, that’s his name--and frantically roamed his hands over his own body, feeling the hated tingling of bugs crawling over him even through clothing.
“WHERE? AHH WHERE IS IT?!”
“Sensei--wait! Are you--”
“AHHHHH!” He screamed, unintentionally activating his quirk.
He couldn’t find the caterpillar but ooh something was crawling on him, the sensation tickling his hair--his hair!
“It’s in my hair isn’t it?! ISN’T IT? MY HAIR!”
A click of metal and suddenly his arm was cuffed.
Huh.
How’d that get there?
He looked up to see the other cuff floating in the air along with a watch. Ohhh. The invisible girl.
“Good thinking Ojirou! You took advantage of his fear of bugs!”
The tailed boy blinked. “His fear...of bugs?”
“Mmhmm! Jirou told me he was scared of bugs! I completely forgot about that until now!”
“Oh.” Ojirou looked at him, suddenly guilty. “I’m sorry sensei, I really didn’t know. It was just a really big caterpillar.”
Yamada clenched his jaw as he tried to smile.
Their watches beeped.
“Oh my god! Thirty five points guys! THIRTY FIVE! SATOOOO!” The watch bobbed up and down--maybe she was pointing at it. Yamada smiled at the weak yell. He tried to squash the thought. Get on my level, kid.
Ojirou helped him up, smiling apologetically. “Really, sensei, I’m sorry. I didn’t know--”
“Ah it’s okay kid.” It really wasn’t. How could the world hate him so much. “Good job you two.” He was going to get such an earful from Recovery Girl. “Now I gotta take myself to the Entrance.” A walk of shame. “Better spend this time wisely while I’m not here to bless ya with my voice.”
Ojirou and Hagakure glanced at each other--blessings, huh?
“Good luck with the rest of the Hunt, YEAHHHH! I’ll be coming for you all!” Yamada savoured their pale faces--well, the boy’s paling face. He turned swiftly, hurrying away to the Entrance through the back of all the areas.
He did not want the other teachers to see him.
Team Spirit met up on shore again as Sato used his strength to swim fast.
“AWESOME GUYS! YOU DID SO GOOD!” Sato grinned, high-fiving his teammates.
“So did you Sato! You have good aim!” Hagakure replied.
He blushed, shaking his head. “Nah. I was honestly worried I was going to chuck you two out of the zone. How’d you manage to get him in the end?”
Ojirou turned away, looking down as he scratched his cheek. “I...I said there was a caterpillar and Yamada-sensei...well...”
“He freaked! He freaked sooo badly Sato! Jirou wasn’t kidding when she said he was scared of bugs!”
Sato raised his eyebrows, glancing at Ojirou. Clearly this win wasn’t the type he’d enjoy; even if he had unknowingly taken advantage of their teacher’s fear. He patted Ojirou on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, Ojirou. They’re not gonna pull their punches, so why would we?”
“Yeah Ojirou-kun!” Hagakure added. “I nearly drowned back then! All’s fair in love and war!”
Ojirou smiled weakly, thinking, Is this a war now?
“Anyways, we’ve got sooo many points now! I think we can go get something to eat!”
Sato checked his watch, eyes bulging. “Whoa! It’s ten past ten! We fought for a while!”
As one, their stomachs all rumbled, eliciting various degrees of embarrassment.
“Yeah, let’s just get something to eat now.”
“Mmhmm! Before Yamada-sensei comes back!”
That got a shudder from all of them.
As cheerful and boisterous as their teacher had been, the way he’d said ‘I’ll be coming for you all!’ did not reassure them at all.
Not one bit.
DECEMBER 1 | 10:30AM | 4 HOURS 30 MINUTES INTO THE HUNT
“Taken down by some bugs?! AGAIN?”
“Ehehe, well...”
“Don’t you ‘well’ me Yamada! Pathetic! You’re a pro! Your students are braver than you!”
Yamada sunk into his seat as Recovery Girl roughly unlocked the cuffs, practically fuming at the ears.
“That’s a good thing! You know...for them...to be...” He stopped talking as she gave him a glare.
“You know just as well as I do what I meant! Hmph!” She bustled over to the cameras. “So early in the Hunt too! Look at them all! Aizawa’s managing with a whole flock of those students!”
Yamada grimaced. He could only hope the old woman wouldn’t tell anyone but that was unlikely.
“Wait till they hear about this!”
Yep.
Unlikely.
Impossible.
DECEMBER 1 | 7:30AM | 1 HOUR 30 MINUTES INTO THE HUNT
Kayama sighed for the fiftieth time.
What a time to be stuck in ice.
She wriggled her arms, stretching them over her head. She really shouldn’t have underestimated them--shouldn’t have underestimated the fact that the winter cold would help Todoroki’s ice powers in this way.
Though, she supposed, they had put up a good fight. If it weren’t for Todoroki’s surprise at the end, she might have eliminated them all. She smiled; how terribly cruel that would be, eliminating them when the fun’s just begun. She’d cut off their youth-fueled energy just like that.
Still, she gripped her flogger whip tighter and continued her chipping. It was such a tedious job, the ice wouldn’t give way at all, and when it did, only the barest fractions fell away. And with Ectoplasm out of commission--or at least, one of his clones--she wasn’t going to get any help anytime soon.
She glanced up at the camera drone hovering above and waved.
“I wouldn’t mind a little help you know!” She called out to it.
It bobbed away.
She sighed again. Recovery Girl was probably huffing and puffing at her ‘incompetence’. Well, she thought in defence of her imaginary argument, at least the kids hadn’t been able to cuff her.
Todoroki had been too focused on stopping her from eliminating his dazed teammates that he hadn’t been able to hold back and, though it was kinda a win-lose situation, he’d frozen her all the way up to her neck, leaving her head out. They hadn’t been able to cuff her, unfortunately. Fortunately for her though.
Kayama glanced around, searching for anyone.
And when she found no one, she let a bit of her composure slip.
“Damnit just melt already why are you so freaking cold what is this ice made of--”
A mechanical but familiar voice spoke from the side and she froze.
“Maybe you should have been more on your guard instead of being so caught up in their ‘youth’! Hmph!”
Kayama smiled at the drone that made it’s way around her, waving. “Nice to see you too, Recovery Girl.”
“You can’t see me! But I can see you! Stuck in that pile of ice.” Incoherent muttering came from the drone, and Kayama could only imagine the scorn. “It’ll take another half hour to get free of that by the looks of it.”
“It could take shorter--”
“Good luck Kayama.”
Kayama slumped, pouting. She lifted her whip, saw that it was being worn down instead of the ice and clenched it tighter.
Those kids were going down.
DECEMBER 1 | 8:30AM | 2 HOURS 30 MINUTES INTO THE HUNT
“Split up damnit! SPLIT! UP!”
“No Bakugou I don’t-don’t leave me with him!”
“WHO SAYS HE’S GONNA GO AFTER YOU?”
“LOOK AT HIM! HE’S GONNA KILL ME PLEASE BAKUGOU--”
Bakugou grunted in irritation as he rounded the corner, stopping short at the half-crumbled doorway. Beams were placed haphazardly across it, and there was only one opening he could try. Everywhere else was too small. He took off his gauntlets, pushing them through first.
Kaminari bumped into his back, winced as he clutched his nose.
“Is your head made of rock?! Dang that hurt!”
“Maybe you should watch where you’re going damnit.”
“Why have we stopped? He’s right behind us!”
Kaminari glanced behind him, fearfully waiting the moment Snipe would round the corner and shoot them dead. He still thought the bullets were real, no matter what the others said. They broke through the road and shattered glass--real or not, it would hurt!
“Bakugo--” He stopped dead as he turned back, finding Bakugou’s foot slipping past into the crumbled doorway. “Wait wait wait! How am I supposed to fit through? Bakugouuuuu!”
“Just fit through. Bend or something, I don’t care. Hurry up, or you won’t be able to catch up.”
As his footsteps receded, Kaminari’s panic increased. First of all, he wasn’t as flexible! Second of all, how was Bakugou that flexible in the first place?
Kaminari jumped as a shot hit the wall. Snipe was coming oh great Snipe was coming near.
He hastily jammed a foot through the opening he’d seen Bakugou fit through, gritting his teeth past the pain as it scratched against his clothes. He lowered as he got the rest of his right leg through, using the wall to support himself as he twisted to fit his shoulder.
“You’re being incredibly slow.”
Kaminari jumped. Snipe stood at the corner, watching him with guns raised. He lifted his left arm.
“Please don’t shoot me I’m innocent!”
“What?” Snipe muttered lowly. “Never mind.” He cocked his gun up higher, walking forward as he took out a pair of cuffs from behind. Kaminari’s heart raced--no no no he couldn’t get out.
He sped up, pushing the rest of his body through and getting his head and other shoulder out. But his left leg was still on the other side and--
Another shot rang out and a beam fell, trapping his foot.
“Oh crap.” His face blanched. “Oh craaaaap! No no no! Get off get off get off!” He pulled at his leg uselessly, twisting his foot this way and that but it didn’t budge, in fact it only made the beam slip lower, putting more pressure. Kaminari turned his head. He was in another room, but there was a hole leading to the next one over. Was Bakugou in there? “Bakugou! Bakuuu! Gouuuu! Please help me please please please--”
A shadow fell over him and he yelped as he glimpsed Snipe through the beams. He could electrocute the teacher--he knew that--but what if Snipe cuffed him first? Who’d be faster? And what if Snipe jumped as he shocked the ground? And then he’d be out of commission for the next few hours?
He didn’t want to find out. Not if it meant risking that much.
But Snipe was looming closer and with a resigned expression, Kaminari shut his eyes, mentally preparing himself for the shock--
BOOM!
The explosion rocked him to the side, his arms reflexively being brought up to protect his head from the smoke.
Boom!
Another explosion rocked the ground, but smaller. His foot was free but he didn’t feel safe yet.
Kaminari blinked his eyes open, peaking through his arms to see the beams blown away, Snipe all the way back down the hallway again, the window illuminating Snipe in a dark shadow, Bakugou standing beside him.
Bakugou standing next to him!
“I knew you wouldn’t leave me to die!”
Bakugou scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah? And what was that look then? You were about to shit your pants.”
Kaminari grinned, waving his hands as he stood up. “Just for the theatrics!”
“Sure,” Bakugou mumbled, eyes trained on the teacher. His arms were still raised, probably ready to set off another explosion in the event the teacher shot them.
“Hm. I would have gotten you if it weren’t for your friend.” Kaminari grinned wider, giving Bakugou a thumbs up and a thanks at that. “Too bad.”
Snipe pulled out his other gun, returning to wielding the two guns when a different shadow lurched up from the window--
The remaining glass shattered as Sero leaped inside, tape pooling from his elbows as it shot out and wrapped Snipe up. The teacher grunted, his arms uselessly tied back but refusing to let go of the guns.
He flicked his wrists, angling them.
“SERO!”
Sero glanced down just in time to see the guns aimed at his feet, his eyes widening--
Ashido slid from behind the corner, her acid destroying the floor. She reached out a hand and slapped the gun away, shooting some acid to it for good measure.
Snipe still had the other gun though, and without hesitation he shot once, twice, thrice, at Sero, who jumped backwards in a flurry of movement his tape getting cut off.
Snipe used that moment to break himself free, the tape falling away.
He sensed Ashido’s kick before he saw it--ducked, stepped back once, and rammed his elbow out, catching her in the other leg.
She yelped, sliding into the wall, her last image of Snipe being him jumping out the window.
The four rushed to the window, seeing him land on the ground where Kirishima stood, hardened, but the man merely ran back inside the building, shooting bullets at their friend.
Kirishima made to follow, but saw them and stopped. “You guys okay?!” He called out.
“Yep!” Ashido yelled back.
“We didn’t get him buuut.” Kaminari held out an item--the cuffs--and beamed. “We got these! I think they fell off when you exploded him Baku!” Bakugou turned away, scoffing, but with less venom that normal. Below, Kirishima grinned, giving them a thumbs up as their watches beeped.
5 points for getting the cuffs of a teacher. Of course, it wasn’t the twenty they’d been hoping for, but it was better than nothing.
“We should start exploring the buildings better. I saw so many candy canes while we were running, but I didn’t have time to pick them all up,” Sero suggested as he created some tape to help them down.
They nodded when they reached the ground, a new fire burning in them after the fight as a result of the adrenaline.
It was early. They’d had a slow start but...
They were going to win this.
DECEMBER 1 | 11AM | 5 HOURS INTO THE HUNT
The bot’s arm came crashing down, it’s weight forcing Tokoyami to steady himself as Dark Shadow pushed it back up. It was the same bots they’d fought during the sports festival, but something told him that there had been upgrades made. And in the dome of USJ, there was a lot of light, so Dark Shadow was sufficiently weaker than usual.
But as Dark Shadow held the bot’s arm in place, Shouji leapt up, jumping onto the arm and pounding down onto the bot, sending it’s head flying off. It jerked around a bit, it’s other arm turning in an erratic circle, digging into the ground as it passed.
Shouji brought his arms down on the exposed wiring, ripping them out until the bot stopped moving.
He jumped back onto the ground as their point counter went up by one.
Kouda came running up to them, smiling and signing, though a bit shyly. “Good job guys!”
“It was nothing. The burden of my wrongdoings is heavier than any monster,” Tokoyami said quietly. Kouda smiled, nodding along.
“We should get moving to the Entrance before any more bots attack. I admit, I’m hungry. Now’s a better time than any to get going.” Shouji advised, looking around. They’d gained two points by taking out two bots but now the rest of their attention was being taken by Team Riot who were charging forward towards Central Plaza.
Tokoyami shook his head. “Are they taking on Aizawa-sensei now? Have they even eaten yet?”
“I don’t know, but while all the bots are distracted, we should go.”
They nodded and rushed forward, Dark Shadow and Shouji keeping an eye on their backs. They broke out of the trees, feet running on concrete once again.
They skidded to a stop, staring up at the looming robot.
A three-pointer bot from the entrance exam swiveled it’s head towards them, the lens swirling and zooming in.
Like before, it’s arm swung high, but this time the arm spun as it lifted and--
It froze, electricity sparking around. A laser beam cut through the middle and it broke apart in two, revealing the team behind.
“Hey, sorry for taking the kill.” Jirou smiled, her earlobes retracting. Aoyama had his arms wrapped around his middle, leaning against Yaoyorozu for support. The trio looked particularly beat up, dirt on their faces; Yaoyorozu’s and Aoyama’s cloak ripped.
Despite that, there was a gleam in their eyes; burning bright and strong.
Shouji nodded at them in acknowledgement. “Are you going to the Entrance too?”
“Yes. It’s already been several hours since we begun. I am feeling quite famished,” Yaoyorozu explained. Indeed, she looked pale, maybe even thinner than before, though they couldn’t be sure.
"Let’s go then.”
The two teams started up the stairs, a swift jog in case any robots decided to follow them up, though it was unlikely considering it would be harder for them to drive up stairs.
But then again, in the course of the part five hours, they’d learnt not to underestimate Yuuei.
Several times.
“We moved to the Conflagration zone to dry after we stayed in the Downpour for a few hours. Cementoss-sensei was there but we managed to evade him long enough.” Tokoyami looked to Kouda. “Kouda’s quirk is quite good for finding things--his insect friends told him the whereabouts of ‘strange objects’. It’s thanks to him that we found most of our items without running into Cementoss-sensei.”
Jirou turned to him. “That’s great Kouda! You’ve gotten over your fear!”
Kouda blushed, shaking his head and signing quickly. “Only a little bit!” He returned his teammate’s looks. “And you two did so much work too! Shouji-kun-you’re great at getting information! And Tokoyami-kun too!”
Shouji ducked his head, one of his arms creating a smile. Tokoyami and Shouji thanked him for the compliment.
“What about you three? Where did you come from?”
Yaoyorozu smiled weakly. “The mountains. It’s lucky we had Jirou-san otherwise we would never have dodged half the traps in there.”
“But even with me, we couldn’t get away from them all.” Jirou replied bitterly, clenching her jaw.
Yaoyorozu gave her an encouraging smile but it was Aoyama who said, “But you still did wonderfully Jirou-san! It is not your fault we were attacked by several Ectoplasms!” He huffed--the sound still encompassing some of Aoyama’s usual flare. “My hero suit has been ruined so terribly! It’s hard to keep up my sparkle!”
Jirou shook her head, her lip quirking up. “Yeah, that reminds me, how many Ectoplasms did you guys have to fight?”
Team Eclipse looked at each other.
“We fought four, but one of them might have been the same one,” Tokoyami answered. Team Sparkle nodded, grimacing. He noticed their looks and asked, “How many did you fight?”
“Seven,” Yaoyorozu replied immediately, resentfully.
“And they weren’t the same ones!” Aoyama added.
“At that point, I was wondering if he was just out to get us or something. I stabbed my earlobes into so many Ectoplasms I had to clean it off.” Jirou suppressed a shudder.
They slowed as they reached the top of the stairs, the smell of food making it to their hungry noses. More than a few stomachs rumbled, but no one mentioned it. As they stepped up, they were met by the sight of three Ectoplasm’s.
The stairs to the Entrance had two flights. They had only made it pass the first.
“If you want food, you will have to get past us.” The Ectoplasm in the middle spoke. Something about him told them that that was the real Ectoplasm. The way he spoke and kept unnaturally still. “Of course, you could always let yourself be eliminated.”
Both teams readied for a fight.
Jirou clicked her tongue, sick of the sight of that particular teacher.
“You really can’t give us a break, huh?”
DECEMBER 1 | 11AM | 5 HOURS INTO THE HUNT
“KAMINARI! NOW!”
Ashido stepped forward, onto Kirishima’s back--the boy using his quirk--and leapt into the air, willing herself to stay aloft as Kaminari readied himself and activated his quirk. She shot acid out of her feet to give herself a few precious moments more.
The ground sparked, electricity travelling into Ectoplasm and the three-pointer bot and Ectoplasm and--
No, not Aizawa-sensei.
“Sorry guys! He’s-he’s hard to control!” Sero gritted his teeth, digging his heels into the ground. Aizawa-sensei was currently in the air, using Sero as a way to swing him around. His torso was wrapped in the boy’s tape but his own capture tape was out and shooting straight for him--
Sero ducked, stepping a bit too close to the area where Kaminari’s electricity ranged and felt a striking zap go through his body. His teeth clattered together, and he tasted blood--crap, he’d bitten his tongue.
The zap was over just as quickly as it had begun, Kaminari feeling the aftereffects come on and deciding to stop before he truly went out of commission.
A few metres away, Bakugou stood blasting at advancing robots; three-pointer bots, a pain. He barely glanced at the rest of his team, trusting them to do good enough not to get cuffed.
Team Riot were currently in Central Plaza, having made an effort to go for the Golden Sack (worth forty points). They’d charged in, a semi-plan made to lure the Ectoplasm clones away using Sero’s tape so that Kaminari could zap them all in one go and make it easier for Ashido, Kirishima, and Bakugou to take on Aizawa-sensei.
But it had all gone wrong.
Though maybe it hadn’t gone wrong. Their plan had just been rushed and slightly loose.
Aizawa-sensei had been fast--faster than they imagined--and even though they’d timed it so that their homeroom teacher was on the other side of the fountain, where the Sack sat upon, he’d managed to swing himself over to them, landing in front and erasing their quirks.
They’d struggled evading their homeroom teacher--who knew almost all their strengths and weaknesses--and the three clones without their quirks, but through a series of running and ducking, they’d managed to split Aizawa-sensei’s focus, allowing some of them to get their quirks back.
Sero had been the first to get away, and he’d instantly shot out his tape to catch all the clones in one go. It had been a massive effort to pull them altogether but when done, he’d yelled at Kaminari to get ready.
Aizawa-sensei had heard that though, and he’d returned to erasing his quirk but the tape was already out.
Kirishima and Ashido instead used a few harsh, strong kicks to finish off one of the clones but then a bot had come up from behind Sero and they’d been forced to run, leaving the other two to escape.
It had been at that moment that Kirishima had come running to them, Bakugou leading Aizawa over to the other side as he made a run for the Sack--whether he knew he was helping by distracting Aizawa-sensei or he genuinely thought he could reach the sack, they didn’t know.
But it helped.
It had been the moment they’d needed.
Their quirks returned.
That brought them to the present.
The robot malfunctioned, it’s movements jerky and strange until it collapsed onto the ground. Ashido threw a wad of acid to the clones for good measure--they’d started to melt down but they could never be sure--and she rolled onto the ground.
Kaminari wobbled on his feet, a shaky smile on his face as he gave them--or he gave what he hoped was them--a thumbs up. It wasn’t them.
But Sero and Bakugou were still locked in battle.
“Oh c-come onnnnn--” Sero hissed, feeling his hold on Aizawa-sensei loosen and the teacher slipped free, using his own tape to swing down to safety.
A large blast shook the ground--Bakugou’s howitzer. It had sent all the bots away though and allowed him to focus back on their battle.
He snarled in joy as he beheld Aizawa-sensei’s falling form--falling in front of where he stood, their teacher’s back to him.
Without wasting time, Bakugou blasted himself off the ground, racing towards him fast fast fast--
Aizawa twisted in the air, kicking his legs around to meet eyes with his students behind his goggles. Bakugou’s explosions sputtered out, but he still had the momentum--
Aizawa sent out his capture tape to trap the boy’s arms.
It had worked--but Bakugou was still grinning.
Aizawa’s eyes widened--the Sack.
He looked down--the ground coming up fast--, and sure enough the rest of team Riot were speeding towards the fountain--Ashido especially fast with her acid. He used his quirk on her and she stumbled but continued, none of them bothering to look up.
He couldn’t help the twitching of his lips.
They all had that much trust in each other. A development, he supposed.
But their success wasn’t going to last.
Before he released Bakugou, he swung the boy to slam him onto the ground and rolled. Aizawa snapped up immediately, returning his capture tape to get it to catch Kirishima in the ankles--and the boy went falling.
Sero spared a glance.
“GO!” Kirishima yelled, yanking his foot away but ultimately letting himself get pulled backwards.
That left the other three.
Aizawa felt a headache start. Damn, this was troublesome.
Yanking Kirishima far enough, he sent his capture tape out past Sero and Kaminari--to Ashido, the closest.
He smirked.
It grabbed onto her legs, trapping them together as he pulled her back, making sure to give the tape an extra jerk to get her spiralling backwards, knocking into Sero and narrowly avoiding Kaminari.
Kaminari stumbled sideways. His head was still stinging and his stomach ached from the emptiness but--crap, now he was the only one left. Damnit Aizawa-sensei! You couldn’t have taken me out?! This pressure’s too much!
He gritted his teeth and pushed forward--ten metres, eight, five--
The Sack was blindingly bright--gold, too. Probably fake, but who knew with UA? And so close, so damn close--
He reached out, stepping into the moat around the fountain’s main section.
He barely registered the beep in time.
The fountain blew up.
Something wrapped around his waist and he was pulled backward, the pressure around his midsection too strong--too strong too strong he was going to puke up his empty stomach--
The heat seared his front, his face; he turned his head, his arms lifting uselessly to cover his face.
He was thrown backwards, landing near Kirishima, the redhead scrambling towards him.
His ears rung, but he could vaguely make out what he was saying.
“Are you okay? Kami--talk! You okay man?!”
Kaminari tried to nod.
A shadow passed over him and he was being lifted by strong arms--Bakugou. One arm slung over the explosive boy’s shoulder as he was dragged away.
He didn’t know where they were going, but they were going away--away from Central Plaza.
And the Sack.
The ringing subsided, only to be replaced by a different kind of sting.
He’d been so close.
And he’d ruined it.
“‘M sorry guys. Coul’n’t get it,” He mumbled, hazy.
He heard a scoff. “Tch. You got closer than any of us dunce-face. Don’t sell yourself fucking short.”
“Yeah Kami! That was amazing! You can’t blame yourself for not knowing they’d blow the whole thing up!” Ashido chirped from somewhere behind.
Kirishima appeared in his line of sight. “That was super manly dude!”
Silence.
“Hey Sero, say something.”
“What? I mean you guys all said it already!” A pause. “Okay! You did great Kami. Seriously. Rest up, we’re bringing you to food.”
At the mention of food, his mind focused a bit more, his vision narrowing. Yes, food, food food. Finally.
Though it still felt like forever until they made it, Kami’s feet hitting the stairs over and over until it finally stopped only to start up again--how many stairs did the USJ have? He couldn’t remember but surely it hadn’t been--
“You made it. You can relax now. You’re in neutral territory.” He was being moved somewhere else, laying on a soft surface. “Kaminari, if I heal you, you’ll feel tired. Are you okay to risk that?”
“Yeah yeah, just heal him already.”
“Hmph, patience Bakugou.”
SMOOOOCH!
Instantly, his body relaxed, sinking into the soft mattress. He felt better, but he did feel tired now.
Kaminari opened his eyes, meeting Kirishima’s eyes. He grinned at him, giving a thumbs up.
“So where’s the food?”
A packet of something both hard and soft landed on his chest.
“Here.”
Kaminari turned to look at Jirou, her eyes uncharacteristically narrowed. She was glaring at him furiously.
“What’d I do?” He asked, confused and slightly intimidated.
Yaoyorozu appeared next to her, putting a hand on Jirou’s shoulder. “Jirou-san, I don’t think it’s a good idea to glare so much.” Her eyes softened, but she still frowned.
“I can’t help it. We had to fight through three more Ectoplasms just to get up here and they could walk through free. Fantastic,” She said flatly, slumping on the ground.
“I guess being first isn’t always the best, huh,” Sero added unhelpfully, as he received another glare.
Kaminari looked around, finding the two other teams--Eclipse and Sparkle. Ashido laughing at Aoyama’s ripped cloak, the blond boy clearly trying not to pout. Sero talking to Shouji and Tokoyami. Kouda sitting against a wall, nibbling on an apple as Bakugou chomped on a banana next to him.
Though everyone was beaten up considerably, bruises and scratches that hadn’t healed, there was a spark in their eyes.
For once, they weren’t fearing for their lives. For once, they were having fun.
DECEMBER 1 | 11:10AM | 5 HOURS 10 MINUTES INTO THE HUNT
Recovery Girl smiled at the cameras, shaking her head. She could hear the students’ chatter from behind the door.
She watched as Aizawa reset the fountain, the Sack slung over his shoulder, bots roaming the area.
A softie through and through, she thought.
You could have cuffed and eliminated them all, Aizawa, before going to reset the fountain.
And yet you didn’t.
DECEMBER 1 | 1PM | 7 HOURS INTO THE HUNT
“Are you sure this is a good idea? Do you really think it’ll work?”
Hagakure nodded, taking off her boots. “Well, maybe not! But we have to try at least! If I can’t get past Aizawa-sensei, I won’t be able to get past villains in the future!”
Ojirou and Sato smiled hesitantly, nodding slightly. “It might be a bit different than that, Hagakure-san. Aizawa-sensei is a pro at stealth too.”
“Exactly!” She piped, ripping off her gloves. She shivered. Now the cold could really attack her. “If I can get past him, this’ll be a true show of my skills!”
Sato pointed at her watch. “Are you going to take that off?”
Hagakure looked at it, poking and prodding before relenting. “No. I don’t want to risk disqualification or something, but I’ll be careful.”
She peaked over the tree, staring at the new fountain. After it had blown up a few hours ago--it had been one huge explosion--something had opened up below and a new fountain had popped right up. The only sign that it had been blown up in the first place was the debris scattered around.
“There’s no more Ectoplasms too! This could work out great for us guys!”
Her teammates looked at each other, before resigning to the fact that she wouldn’t give up.
“Be careful out there.”
She nodded, grinning.
She waited until Aizawa was on the other side and ran forward, keeping low so that her floating watch wouldn’t be too visible.
The run was longer than she’d anticipated, and by the time she made it to the cut hedges bordering the fountain, she was panting. But she’d made it!
Aizawa was walking back over to this side. She could tell by the sounds of his footsteps.
Closer, closer, closer--he should be walking away by now--closer, closer--closer?!
Hagakure’s heart raced. Why was he coming closer? Had he seen her? She glanced at Ojirou and Sato--her heart dropped.
Their eyes were wide, even from a distance she could see that, and they waved frantically at her.
Someone was standing over her.
She looked up, a squeak leaving her lips as she stared into Present Mic’s eyes.
Was he always this scary?
“Told ya I’d come for you!” Present Mic opened his mouth. “SHOUUUUTAAAAAA!”
“What? There’s no need to shout,” Aizawa-sensei grumbled, coming over.
Hagakure scrambled away from the hedge, stumbling up as she spun to face the two teachers.
“So you thought you’d be able to sneak past huhhhh? Well, that’s too bad man!” Present Mic yelled, the second sentence in english. Hagakure swallowed, continuing to step back--dangit, why did she have to have a stupid watch? That gave her such a disadvantage!
Ojirou and Sato appeared at her sides in defensive stances.
“We should run. I don’t think we can take the both of them,” Sato murmured from the corner of his lips.
Still, the two teachers heard him.
“Really?” Aizawa-sensei muttered. “I would have hoped you three knew you were at an advantage.” They stilled. “Two of you have quirks I cannot erase. And the third is sufficiently trained in combat to put up a decent fight.”
Present Mic grinned. “And you know! You’re all pretty close! You could get to me before I shot your eardrums.”
Team Spirit looked at each other.
They came to a silent agreement.
Stepping back--
They ran.
“AW COME ON MAN!” Present Mic sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I was really looking forward to that you three! Yeee-AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
The trio winced--they hadn’t gone too far yet and the effects of Present Mic’s quirk could be heard all over USJ. It was a piercing as they remembered from a few hours ago.
Aizawa elbowed him.
“OW! Man that hurt!”
“You’re hurting my ears.” He clicked his tongue, turning away.
Team Spirit made it back to the trees, running past for good measure. They slowed, stopping and resting on the grass.
“He thought we’d forget about the capture tape or cuffs? I feel underestimated,” Sato huffed out.
The other two smiled wryly.
“Though without those two things, we really would be at an advantage,” Ojirou said, straightening.
“I’m not taking any chances! We’ve only got five more hours to go! We can do it!” Hagakure cheered, still out of breath.
“Yeah. Just a few more hours to go.” Sato looked at Ojirou, smiling. “Plus ultra, yeah?”
They nodded.
DECEMBER 1 | 2PM | 8 HOURS INTO THE HUNT
Kouda waited until the ant had finished speaking before standing to tell his teammates. He also couldn’t believe it, but then again, he really should be able to. It wasn’t something out of reach for UA.
“What is it, Kouda?” Shouji asked.
“There’s some in the dome. Wedged between the glass and taped to it. They’re saying it’s the same thing as our candy canes.” He looked at Tokoyami. “Can you..?”
Tokoyami nodded, Dark Shadow already wrapping over his body. “I’ll do my best.”
He flew into the air, climbing higher and higher--the ground lower and lower. It would have been dizzying and despite his training with his special move, the day’s events wore down on him. Eight hours, one meal, and no sleep since the beginning--he didn’t want to think about his bed.
From in the air, Tokoyami could see much of USJ. The mountains zone had been half-destroyed, smoke piling up high; the waterslide in the Flood zone had collapsed; bots roamed the grounds, looking for students to attack. From that height, Tokoyami felt untouchable from the threats of below.
“Dark Shadow--keep an eye out too!” The beast nodded, and they swerved close to the glass--though he couldn’t see out of it anyway, snow covered the outside from view. They’d been walking behind the Flood zone, keeping to the edges of the dome to get easy candy canes and baubles. It had been a fruitful excursion and they’d barely run into anyone--friend or foe.
Tokoyami scanned the dome with his eyes. Nothing yet, but he trusted Kouda and Kouda trusted those ants.
Dark Shadow flew them closer, almost skimming against the dome.
There! A bauble, black to blend into the beams, hanging.
“Do you see it, Dark Shadow?”
“Yeah! Grab and go!”
Tokoyami reached out his hand--his fingers grazed the bauble--he latched onto it, ripping it free.
“Good, we got--”
Electricity sparked through his body and Tokoyami hissed--what the--?
A second set of shocks rippled through him and he looked closer at the bauble, eyes narrowing at the circular object stuck to it’s skin.
“What is it? A taser or something?”
“Something like that.” With a grunt, Tokoyami scratched the device off, letting it fall to the ground. “I should have realised there’d be traps. Even up here, they’re not going to go easy on us.” Though if the rest are just like this one, we won’t be able to tell there’s traps til it’s set off. Tokoyami thought bitterly.
He shook his head. It’d be fine if they were just zaps.
He checked his watch--their point counter at forty-eight now. The bauble had been worth four points.
“Tokoyami! Is that an item?” Dark Shadow asked, and Tokoyami looked up to see a pair of red glasses attached onto the side of a beam. Midnight’s glasses--worth seven points. He smiled.
“Yes. Good spotting Dark Shadow.”
They repeated their routine, though more carefully now.
And yet it still did not prepare them for the burst of pink gas.
No--Midnight’s gas!
As Tokoyami had pulled the glasses away, it had triggered the trap--releasing a shocking amount of Midnight’s gas. Somehow they’d stored it up here.
Dark Shadow dropped to escape it, but then something shot out of the glasses and latched onto Tokoyami’s hands. He felt a pull and his arm went up, towards the beam where it was slowly but surely being encompassed in the gas.
“Tokoyami! What is it?”
“Some-something is pulling me back up! It’s strong,” Tokoyami gritted out, clenching his jaw. He shook his hand, but the rod-like things on the glasses were unyielding. “Keep going Dark Shadow!”
Dark Shadow charged down, leaning more to the left as a result of the force of whatever was pulling Tokoyami’s right hand. He tried to pull his hand down, make it easier for his shadow beast to fly.
They were hurtling as fast as they could go, but still it pulled them back--
The pressure released, sending Tokoyami’s hand shooting forward and then his whole body, the same feeling when someone would step on the brakes--
“DARK SHADOW!”
They were nearing the ground faster than he knew they could control--no, nearing the Conflagration zone’s dome. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he swore he heard Shouji yell over the sound of the wind rushing past.
“Tokoyami! Duck!”
He ducked his head deeper into Dark Shadow’s arms, gritting his teeth as the inevitable impact arrived--
CLANG!
They collided with the dome, Tokoyami thankfully safe from most of the impact, though his head still rattled, but Dark Shadow absorbed the most of it.
Dark Shadow gripped a beam to prevent them from sliding off, then slowly went back, using the beams like a fireman’s pole as they slid towards the ground.
Shouji and Kouda ran to meet up with them.
“Are you alright Tokoyami-kun?”
He nodded, standing up, refusing to let his wobble be shown. “Yes. That gas...” They looked up at the still-spreading pink gas. “It surprised us. And then there’s this.” He lifted up his right hand, the glasses still attached to it.
“What is that?” Kouda asked, shyly stepping forward to peer at it. Now that he could see it better, it resembled something of legs. Or arms.
“I don’t know. But it latched onto me and kept pulling me up. Something was pulling it towards the gas.”
“Magnets?” Shouji supplied. Tokoyami nodded. That was probably it.
“Thank you Tokoyami-kun! You got us eleven more points even with those traps!” Kouda beamed, smiling. Tokoyami blinked, lowering his eyes. Yes, he supposed he had, even after all that.
“I can go back to searching up there after a few minutes rest. There’s clearly more to find up there.”
They nodded, looking up. The gas was was a reminder to be more careful, but Tokoyami wasn’t going to let his team down.
He’d fly up there and get them all the points.
DECEMBER 1 | 3:30PM | 9 HOURS 30 MINUTES INTO THE HUNT
Exhaustion battered them down.
Midnight had been out for blood. Wherever they went, she followed. They’d moved from the landslides to the mountains to the stairs--and still she’d followed!
Now team Tree was in the Conflagration zone. With Todoroki’s quirk, they assumed they would have an advantage in there, but the flames raged on around them--and sweating buckets did not help. They’d dressed for the cold; their extra layers of clothing becoming an enemy.
“Should...should we just leave?” Uraraka asked weakly, pulling at the collar of her suit uselessly. “It’s really...really hard to see anything in here.”
Midoriya pursed his lips, thinking. They’d been in here for half an hour and they’d found enough items to make it seem like no one else had gone through this zone--too hot or too dangerous?
He didn’t want to give up, but looking at his team, some of them were looking bad: Iida, in his elaborate hero suit, moved with less energy than usual. Asui was sweating, her eyelids drooping, and he himself felt groggy and sticky with sweat. Todoroki was the only one who looked decent, and even that much was a stretch, when he kept ocnstantly freezing his left side.
They’d already stacked up to seventy-four points. That was probably good, right? Yes, there was no need to push everyone to their limits, especially since they’d gone deep inside the zone now they’d need to take a while to get back out.
“Yeah, that’s a go--”
The pillar of concrete came out of nowhere.
Well, not nowhere, but the ground.
It brushed right up against Todoroki--the one who’d been leading--and a second on on their left started growing.
“It’s Cementoss!” Iida called, grabbing Uraraka and Midoriya and running to the right with them.
Asui leapt sideways, her tongue already half out when Todoroki used his ice to destroy the left wall and propel himself to the right.
They regrouped against a burning building, Todoroki freezing over the section nearest to make it safe.
“So it was you after all,” A deep voice rumbled out. They tensed, for once the searing heat replaced by a deep focus. The flames made it hard to find Cementoss, but the sound had come somewhere from ahead. “Only one other team made it in and out of this zone. They lasted fifteen minutes. I’ll try to make this quick.”
Concrete spiked up from the ground, heading straight for them--they had to split--
Midoriya and Iida leapt to the right, Uraraka, Todoroki, and Asui going left.
The concrete smashed into the frozen building, the ice shards shattering and falling upon them.
Todoroki gritted his teeth, activating his right and sending ice shooting in the general direction the concrete came from. He heard a shatter, and clicked his tongue--Cementoss must have shielded himself.
Uraraka tapped his shoulder. “We should go--he can obviously see us--” The ground wobbled underneath them and it was only with the help of Asui did they get pulled back in time before concrete shot up, right where they’d been standing.
“I don’t think we can win without risking too much, kero,” Asui said as they ran around the building. The flames leaped out at them but Todoroki iced the path as he led the way, pushing through.
Uraraka nodded. “Yeah. He must have something--maybe some sort of heat vision goggles to see us?”
“Whatever it is, we’re at a clear disadvantage,” Todoroki grunted. Damnit--and he’d been so confident in his ice quirk too!
They ran around, the building longer than they’d realised.
Uraraka glanced to the sides, watching as Todoroki iced the ground and walls for them--
Her eyes widened. She slid to a stop, stumbling uncouthly as she stared through the ice to what was inside.
A star--or, it looked like a star.
She racked her memory for what she remembered it from, squinting and scrunching up her face--what was it what was it?
“Uraraka-chan!” Asui hopped back to her side. “What is it?”
She pointed at the star. That’s it! “The star for-for the christmas tree! It’s worth like-ten points guys!”
Todoroki slid back over to them, eyeing it.
Uraraka turned to him, eyes eager. “Can you get it, Todoroki-kun?”
He nodded. “Keep an eye out for Cementoss, though.” He put his left hand onto the ice and melting it away as fast as he dared--he didn’t want to risk damaging the star, and thus losing the points.
The ice melted quick, and when he broke through a violent burst of flames escaped.
He stepped back with his right, letting his left take the heat. Uraraka and Asui stepped back, the flames large enough to melt the rest of the ice, making way for more fire to be generated by however way the school did it.
“Todoroki-kun! Are you okay?” Uraraka called.
He clenched his jaw and nodded. “I’ll take it out--be ready to run if it’s a trap.”
Uraraka and Asui stepped away, but not before Asui wrapped her tongue around Todoroki’s midsection. The heat stung, but in the event it was a trap, she wasn’t going to leave him to it’s mercy.
Todoroki touched the hot metal--his teeth were going to break with how hard he was gritting them--and found the pointed section, running his finger down until he could get a better grip. Bracing himself, he yanked it out--
Asui threw him backwards, the explosion shattering the rest of the ice until he created more to stifle it. Still, the ice cracked at the force.
Uraraka gasped--Cementoss!
“Run!”
They ran, pushing past the flames now that Todoroki was still being pulled by Asui.
The end of the alley approached, a wired gate separating them from Midoriya and Iida, the former ripping it open--
The ground shook--they refused to stumble--
It wasn’t wide enough for them to leap through--not yet not yet--
Midoriya activated One for All, using what was probably more strength than necessary to rip the rest of it open--the whole fence crashed down, but on their side.
“URARAKA!” Iida yelled, hand outstretched--and she understood.
Reaching backwards, she clapped hands with Asui who held out hers--the girl went weightless, still clutching Todoroki--and Uraraka ran forward, stretching to reach Iida--
In the end, the concrete bursting behind them was what gave them the speed to reach him.
They flew forward, Todoroki slamming into Uraraka’s back as she whipped her hand out and used her quirk on him too.
Bracing herself, she used it on Midoriya and her too, the nausea growing.
But now Iida could run.
They all gripped onto him, whether it was an arm or his torso--
He crouched, activating Recipro Burst and--
Zoom!
Rushing past the flames, Iida maneuvered carefully, knowing he had limited time to get them all out of there--ignoring the flames that reached for their bodies--far, far--
They made it a considerable distance before his Burst ended and he stumbled to a stop.
Uraraka released her quirk’s effect, and they all collapsed onto the grround, adrenaline pumping through their veins at the wild ride.
“We should...go...before he catches up...” Iida panted out, staring at his engines.
Midoriya grinned at him. “Do you really think he’ll be able to catch up with your Recipro Burst?”
Iida looked up at him, a proud smile growing. “Perhaps not,” He admitted. “But we need to make sure.”
“Well it’s a good thing we’re near the exit then,” Asui croaked out, looking in front.
They turned, the doors to leave the zone right in front.
“And our points too!” Uraraka piped up suddenly. “You did it Todoroki-kun! We’ve got eighty-four points now! That’s so much!” She threw her arms in the air, exhilarated, and threw an arm around the boy, who stiffened.
“So that’s what got the points?” Midoriya asked, pointing to the star still in his hand.
He nodded. “But it was Uraraka who found it. If it weren’t for your quick seeing, we would have missed it.” He looked down, clenching his right hand. “I was too focused on icing the area I didn’t think about the items we could have found.”
Uraraka shook her hands dismissively. “Don’t worry about that Todoroki-kun! We got the points so that’s good...” She trailed off as the ground shook again.
They all glanced at each other, standing.
“We should go...” Midoriya began nervously.
“Before Cementoss does catch up, kero,” Asui finished.
They all nodded, making their way to the exit.
When the cooler air of the outside hit them, they couldn’t help but sigh.
Sure it was cold, but it was much better than the searing heat of those flames.
They looked up.
And froze.
DECEMBER 1 | 4PM | 10 HOURS INTO THE HUNT
Toshinori hated that smile of Nedzu’s. It’s the smile that told him the principal was planning something.
Something that probably wasn’t going to be good.
Nedzu completely ignored him, too deep in thought.
It had been hard work getting all the puzzle pieces into place. His students were unpredictable, but it was the teacher’s who’d nearly messed it up. Especially Midnight and Present Mic--he’d have to talk to them about holding grudges with their naive first years.
But finally everyone had been gathered onto the grounds.
And by the looks of their confused faces, none of them knew what was coming.
Nedzu lifted his tea cup and took a sip.
He put a paw on the button.
And with another, darker smile, he pressed it.
Toshinori couldn’t help but wish his students good luck with all his heart.
DECEMBER 1 | 4PM | 10 HOURS INTO THE HUNT
The fountain split into four, the Central Plaza opening up to pull it in. The ground as class 1A tried to figure out what was going on--were they still doing the Hunt? What was this part all about?
The Golden Sack was the first thing that came back out.
And then a giant Ectoplasm followed suit, the Sack perched on his head.
(Yaoyorozu put a hand on Jirou’s shoulder to stop her from screaming. She was sick sick sick of that teacher!)
He loomed above them all, casting a menacing shadow. Once his upper body was out, the teachers seemed to follow, rising from the ground.
(Midnight smirked darkly at Team Tree; the five getting chills up their spine. She still hadn’t given up.)
(Hagakure subtly stepped behind Sato, hiding herself from Present Mic--despite the fact that she was the best hidden in the first place.)
As the ground closed up again, around Ectoplasm’s giant clone, snow poured out, filling the area around and piling around the teachers.
“Well well class one A,” Nedzu’s voice spoke all around them. “You’ve all managed to last until the final hours of our Hunt! Impressive! It’s been rarely done.”
“Hmph.” A distance mumble huffed somewhere. “If someone hadn’t been so stupid they would have eliminated some of them.”
(Midnight and Present Mic’s smirks twitched--the elderly lady was not getting over their earlier mishaps anytime soon, it seemed.)
“Yes yes. But in the end, class one a made it. It’s been so long since I decided to do this!” Nedzu laughed giddily, the sound chilling. “Now, you might want to take cover.”
“You won’t warn them hm? Of course you wouldn’t.”
“Where would be the fun in that?”
The sound of screeching and creaking pierced their ears and as one, the class looked up to see the glass receding and--
Snow fell.
And not the soft, beautiful snowflakes.
It fell in harsh, loud thumps.
(Tokoyami called on Dark Shadow to shield team Eclipse as the snow weighed on them.)
(Kirishima pulled Bakugou back, under the cover of trees, in an effort to stop the boy’s obvious desire to Howitzer impact the snow.)
When the snow finally made it all down, the class emerged from their covers.
It was thicker than they’d have thought, piling up as high as their shins in some areas. But it was uneven too; the domes of the Conflagration and Downpour areas taking up a large chunk of it.
Nedzu returned to the intercom. “So! It should be rather obvious now, I’ve left so many clues, but...” A low chuckle. “It’s a snowball fight!”
Simultaneously, they froze in surprise.
A what?
“I’m sure you all know what a snowball fight is. But…” A pause that shouldn’t have been as menacing as it was. “You don’t know what a plus ultra snowball fight is.
“If you want the sack, you’ll have to get past all of the snowballs and your teachers. But I warn you…” Nedzu pitched his voice higher in excitement. “If you get hit, you’re out! You can’t make any more attempts on the Sack nor can you help your teammates!”
Nedzu giggled--this was so fun! “One more thing. If any one of you gets the sack, you will win. Even the lowest scoring group can win with the Sack now. Any one of you could win the sixteen thousand yen cheque.”
(Uraraka’s eyes flamed. The amount of food she could buy with that!)
Nedzu put his paw on another button. “Good luck everyone!”
DECEMBER 1 | 4PM | 10 HOURS INTO THE HUNT
This time, class 1A was not facing the imminent, stressful threat of death.
This time, they were merely children once more, teaming up against the silly but real threat of snowballs.
Some of them smirked, grinned, smiled; others ducked their heads, and dug in their feet, tensing their muscles.
They were teenagers. And they were heroes-in-training.
They were going to defeat these snowballs, even if it meant using their stupidly powerful quirks for something as trivial as a snowball fight.
Plus Ultra, after all.
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Meadow (Elain x Azriel)
Synopsis:
Just a little Elriel fluff where Azriel feels unworthy and Elain is not having any it. Low key died a little as I was writing this because SO MUCH FLUFF
“You love me?” he whispered, a shy smile taking over his handsome features...
Before You Read –
Hyacinth is a sweet smelling, bell shaped flower named after the Greek God Hyakinthos. Legend says that they grew from Hyakinthos’s blood after he died. Pink Hyacinths symbolise constancy (act of being faithful)
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Elain rolled the fragile stem of the blush coloured Hyacinth between her fingers. The petals tickled her skin as brought it to her nose, breathing in its sweet aroma.
The tulle skirts of her dress dragged on the soil beneath as she bent down to tend the delicate bulbs.
It was a nice day, bright rays of the sun spreading its warmth as the fresh breeze swayed the wildflowers that cloaked the expanse of the hill. Who would have thought that summer in the cold, harsh lands of the Night would be so beautiful.
The sweet smell of the blossoming flowers melded into aroma of home - her home.
After all of Hybern’s horrors, Elain was finally content, learning to accept her new body and powers. She had found home in a land that she once feared, found home in its people – Fae – who she could now call friends . She had found home in him.
Elain blushed at the thought of him. She was in love – in love with his piercing hazel eyes, silken copper skin, even the swirls of scars that etched on his hands. She was in love with him.
Azriel had always been there for her, holding her during her night terrors, twirling her hair as she weeped in his arms, tending her as if she was recherché.
A smile bloomed on her face once she sensed his shadows.
“You’ve lost your stealth, Spymaster,” she giggled, mocking him playfully.
A small groan echoed in the air before Azriel let his feet crunch on the foliage, revealing himself before the seer.
“How did you know I was here,” he asked, his brows knitting together as a tint of crimson flushed his high cheekbones.
“You forget that I am a seer,” she chuckled as she snuggled into his arms, her pert curves moulding with his battle-hardened frame.
She felt the hard muscles on his clothed chest stiffen before he wrapped his arms around her. Sighing, she breathed in his scent of night chilled mist and cedar-wood.
“Why must you always hide from me?” she questioned, curling her smooth fingers with calloused ones.
At this, Azriel pulled away, his hands still on her waist. He hesitated before speaking,
“I am but a mere whisp of shadow, Elain” he paused, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “I have no place in this world. My sole purpose is to protect those above me – protect my High Lord and Lady and their people... to protect you.”
Elain felt her eyes water as he continued, “I hide because I am not worthy of you – you are so beautiful, so perfect... you shouldn't be bound to bastard born nobody like me –”
“Stop it!” Elain squeaked, “Must you speak so low of yourself?” she asked as a single tear slid down her rosy cheek.
“I only speak the truth –”
“No! what you speak of cannot be true” she protested, “You are worthy, if anything, it is I who is not worthy of you. Don't you see – you saved me, you believed in me when everyone thought I too broken to be mended. You see me Azriel. Everything I am today – I am because of you, I love you.”
Elain stiffened as the words slipped out of her mouth. She covered her face with her trembling hands as a wash of crimson blossomed on her cheeks.
“You love me?” Azriel whispered, a shy smile taking over his handsome features.
“I... Yes – Forgive me for being so forward –” Elain could hardly finish before Azriel crashed his lips on her’s, kissing her like his life depended on it.
Parting for air, he joined their foreheads together before small, victorious smile stretched across his full lips.
“You love me,” he whispered.
She nodded. “yes, I love you, Azriel.” she nodded.
She giggled as he kissed all over her face, “I love you” he said repeatedly, grinning with such pride that it was blinding.
Elain squealed as he swept her off her feet, his wings unfurling as he leaped into the sky, their laugh echoing through the air.
***
AAAAAAAA
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