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captains-simp · 3 years

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Alrighty, my friend, whenever you get the chance, I would like a HeroxVillian AU with Carol, where somehow the reader ends up a villain and Carol is hesitant to fight them. Trying to reason with them. With the prompt(s) 3. “It wasn’t meant to go like this,” and 6. “You can't fix this,”

Obviously, I don’t want to rush you, so take all the time you need my love. 💜💜

Ilovethis ilovethis ilovethis. I'm getting some major FATWS vibes here. Thank you for being so patient with me, I hope it's as good as you deserve

Alexa, play Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley

"It wasn't meant to go like this."

"You can't fix this."

Warnings: corrupt reader and violence

2k words

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Buy me a coffee ☕

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You remember the day you took the super soldier serum better than any other. It had changed you in more ways than one. It had changed your world view. It had changed the relationships that had taken years to build.

Carol was in danger. She had been hurt, rendered powerless. Someone had shot her with a specialised bullet made just for her to temporarily disable the hero's powers. You had been terrified you were going to loose her.

Fortunately, the same people who had made the bullet had been working on a super soldier serum. You were meant to take it back to the lab. It was meant to be destroyed. But you had no powers prior and in that moment you knew the only way you could save the love of your life was by taking that serum.

You had gotten Carol back safely just in time for the side effects of the serum to kick in. It wasn't completed and it sure as hell wasn't safe. You had spent weeks in the medical ward in the tower, right next to Carol.

You did a good job with your newfound powers at first. As soon as you were able to fight again you did just that, better than you ever had in your life. The lives you saved doubled maybe even tripled. You could go on more dangerous missions and fight worse people. You thrived off of your powers, eager to do anything and everything you could to help.

Everyone became so blinded by your eagerness no one ever stopped to think about what else it would do to you. It wasn't like you had ever shown any signs of what was to come.

After a while, it slowly began to twist your world view. Carol picked up on that. Your silent and suppressed nature troubled her. Deeply. She never knew exactly what it was you were thinking. She never understood the things you convinced yourself.

Eventually it was something that couldn't be contained to just some in the moment thoughts. You wanted to accomplish all of the things you wished were real.

As an Avenger you had seen the injustice in the world. It wasn't new. But when the power went to your head you convinced yourself you could change things. For the better. Get rid of all the dirty cops, corrupt judges, sadistic governments. You thought you could change it all. What you never understood was that there were limits.

Changes like that couldn't happen over night. They shouldn't. The world wouldn't be able to adjust fast enough. You never considered the effort it would take to rebuild, because that wasn't your role.

You managed to talk to people who believed the same things you did. People who wanted to put the world right. Your convosations were limited to online and the times you knew you wouldn't be discovered. Then it was rare meetings. Then covert operations. But those things didn't make a difference. You needed to do more. However you couldn't do that while you were an Avenger. They wouldn't understand you. They would try to stop you. So you left.

You loved Carol. That was the hardest thing about leaving. You never wanted to hurt her, only protect her. You convinced yourself that was the ultimate way to protect her, to do what you needed to.

That night you held her close to you as she slept. She knew something was wrong because of that. In growing distant it was a rare act of affection that you had always felt for her and always would. She asked you to talk to her, begged you to tell her what had been consuming every inch of your mind. You never did. You held her until you were certain she was asleep, then you held her some more.

Then you left and never returned. The next time she saw you was on the news. You had broken wrong convicted inmates out of prison. You and a large group. It was the first of many attacks.

Every single one she missed. So did the Avengers. Everything was planned so precisely your operations were done and you were long gone by the time the Avengers showed up. It was hard to catch someone who knew how they worked.

Carol always told herself she would be able to talk you out of it, even when the attacks got worse. Things progressed rapidly and the whole world was there to watch it.

Buildings were set aflame and destroyed. The people you wanted gone from the world were killed without mercy or trial. You assigned yourself the role of judge, jury and executioner with no one stopping you. The group you worked closely with encouraged it all, respected it. Even when innocent people got hurt.

Without even knowing it, you became one of the people you had once sworn to protect the world from.

By the time Carol finally found you it was too late. You weren't the person she once knew. And yet Carol still looked in your eyes and saw the woman she loved, even if no one else recognised you.

Your final operation had been an overall success, but your escape had been delayed. Hence bringing you face to face with Captain Marvel herself.

"Y/n." She whispered, calling to you like an abandoned puppy. You narrowed your eyes at Carol, knowing she wasn't just going to let you go and say 'keep up the good work'. No. You would have to fight your way out.

There was a few feet between you. You were in a now abandoned warehouse alone, only the distant sound of sirens somewhere else, chasing down anyone from your group that remained.

"This isn't you." Carol continued. You still didn't speak. "Please y/n, people are getting hurt."

"Only what's necessary." You finally said, eyes flicking to to the doors behind Carol.

"Innocent people." Carol pleaded, her eyes widening. She may have been in her suit, but Carol didn't show any signs of fighting you anytime soon. Her stance wasn't defensive, it was cautious.

"I need you to get out of my way." You had never wanted to say something in such a cold tone to Carol. You still loved her, she just didn't understand.

"The others wanted to take a different approach to this...to you. Just corporate and and I'll make everything okay." So they wanted you dead, you guessed it would get to that point eventually.

"You can't fix this." You said defiantly. Did Carol really expect people to eventually welcome you back with open arms?

"I'm not going to give up on you. Ever."

"Get out of my way." You said firmly, not wanting to continue the convosation any longer.

"I don't want to fight you." Carol protested, still not becoming defensive. Her voice sounded like it was on the verge of breaking, you tried to ignore that. It was hard.

You took a testing step forward. Still nothing from Carol.

"Please don't make me." She pleaded.

"I'm not making you do anything. Let me walk away."

"You know I can't do that."

You decided you wouldn't wait around any longer, every moment you talked to Carol pulled on your heart strings. You couldn't let that weaken you.

You ran at Carol and jumped into the air a couple of meters to drive yourself down. Carol caught your attempted attack and pushed you back firmly, still giving you a hopeful look.

"Stop." She attempted, but you came back at her from another angle to try and swipe her off her feet which she was able to dodge swiftly.

"Get out of my way." You grunted, quickly growing frustrated.

"I can't." You ran directly on this time and delivered several short and powerful blows that Carol struggled to avoid. You kept going, trying punch after punch after every short range attack Natasha had taught you that was driving Carol back towards the door.

"Stop!" She tried again, sounding more desperate this time. Even when your attacks came dangerously close to being successful Carol refused to use her powers. You could handle them to some extent, the serum could tolerate some of it's force. But Carol refused to do it.

You finally landed a kick to her stomach that made her stumble back a few paces. You pushed aside the feeling of guilt and instead made a break for the door, using every bit of self control you had not to look back at those brown eyes.

Carol had been dazed and didn't realise until you were too close to the exit. She could have stopped you if she used her powers. It would have been efficient and easy. You thought she did.

An indescribable feeling of pain shot up through your back for a mere second but was enough to make you fall straight to the floor. Your back stung as though you had been attacked by a sworm of bees and made your whole body feel suddenly very fragile, like it was only made of thin needles. Your whole body was shaking as you tried to comprehend what had happened.

Carol's powers didn't do that. You knew something else that did.

Natasha? Had you just been on the recieving end of a widow bite? You could faintly hear steady footsteps approaching you that made you sure you were right.

You breathed in deeply and tried to get to your feet, reminding yourself exactly what would happen of you were caught.

I will not be put in a cage. You hissed internally.

You were barely on your knees when you gave a strangled cry at the feeling returning with more power. You fell down onto your stomach again and tried to reach around to get the device off but you were faced with the terrifying realisation that you couldn't move. Natasha had told you all about that widow bite. It meant she had used the highest setting on you. It would have killed anyone who didn't have that super soldier serum.

"Stop!" Carol shouted again, except this time it clearly wasn't at you. "That's enough."

The blonde kneeled down at your side and instantly brought you close to her, cradling your head in her lap as she combed her soft fingers through your hair in the comforting way you remembered so clearly and missed. A tear finally fell down her cheek as she watched you gasping, eyes wide.

Carol was all you could feel and focus on as you slowly lost consciousness. No matter how much of a fight you tried to put up you couldn't move an inch of your body and you couldn't run from the looming darkness that was gradually gaining on you.

You dreaded where you were going to end up. What would happen to your group. Mostly, you dreaded the impact it would have on the blonde you once planned to spend the rest of your life with.

"It wasn't meant to go like this." Was the last thing you heard as the darkness enveloped you entirely.

#brie larson #captain marvel #captain marvel imagines #captain marvel x reader #carol danvers #carol danvers imagines #carol danvers x reader #marvel

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jauneda1 · 3 years

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RWBY

The New War part 4

Jaune Arc's All Out Attack

Just outside of Shinrah district.

Jaune and Ren had to start traveling by rooftops because of the miasma that is covering most of the streets due to this though Jaune is getting exhausted from all the Aura Jumping. It wouldn't be a problem if he wasn't caring Ren doing so.

Jaune: Talking about me and junk food but your heavy asf.

Ren: Jaune! I don't want to here anything about you being tired from carrying me across rooftops.

Ren: You not only suggested this method, but aren't you the one that caught a speeding car with your body.

Ren: That Torchwick guy escaped but you did something unbelievable.

Jaune: I was in the hospital for a week for three cracked ribs. Not to mention it knocked me unconscious.

Ren: Even more of a reason for you to not be bitching rn.

Jaune: I think I like this Ren get used to me.

The two took cover at the top of they're current building then observed the captured cop and EMS workers. They could hear a man who was obviously a squad leader sporting heavy armor and two large saw swords.

Atlas Elite Oppressor: It's honorable seeing so many of you fighting to protect your kingdom. How come there are no soldier's only law enforcement?

Atlas Elite: I'll tell you why, it's because Ozpin didn't think they where worth sending into the city. That they needed to protect the academy.

Atlas Elite: So in other words your all expendable.

Police officer: Shut your mouth you fucking Terrorist.

Atlas Elite: Terrorist!? Lol where Atlas solider's.

Alvin Marcus: Listen son in all my years alive Atlas would never do something like this. My name is police chief Alvin Marcus.

Alvin: Ironwood would never order an attack against his home kingdom.

Atlas Elite: Well you know what Alvin thank you for having the balls to speak up... Now... Die for it.

And with a lift and a swing the man's head was taken off.

Jaune was finally at his boiling point as he was about to make a split second decision till he felt Rena hand grab his own. Jaune turned and looked Ren in the eyes who had a face seriousness. There was a mutual understanding between the two but Jaune knew if someone else died then he would step in. They both continue to watch on.

Atlas Elite: Well then... He's dead... So who's next?

Atlas Elite: Let's see they're are 40 of you we'll start executing you guys in groups of 10.

Atlas Elite: Okay men begin. Try not to have to much fun.

It was just like that the men and women where gonna be shot and killed. Police officer's and EMS workers who most had families. Jaune couldn't take it anymore so he jumped into action.

Ren: JAUNE!

Jaune: Bastards landed and swung his blade at one of the soldiers and as like nothing the man flew back with a huge slash in his chest and his eyes lifeless. Jaune didn't take it into consideration but the man he just killed didn't have an aura. Which means that most of these guys will go down easily.

(Jaune's mind)

" Is it really a good thing that it's that easy. "

"Ricky: Do what you have to Jaune, to protect the people around you and care about."

The Atlas Elite was surprised to see the young man cut down one of his men so easily. It turned out that's all it took for the police officer's to fight back as now a big battle of attrition had began. So the Elite did the only thing he thought was right and that was to take out this young man. He could already tell that his target was a killer at heart. That Mistress would love for someone like this to join her ranks. No hesitation just calculated swings and focused blocking. He is block bullets and using his aura to defend himself from and oppressor troopers. Now there's a green one huh interesting

Jaune had just took what felt like a hit from Cardin's mace to the side of the head but it was just a shotgun buckshot. He then stuck his blade into the guys knee rotating his wrist and and realizing something this felt odd killing these guys so easily. Whatever he needs to do he'll do it to protect these people. All of a sudden Jaune's senses struck him both physically and mentally as he was then sent five feet and bouncing off the side of a car.

Ren: JAUNE!

Jaune could hear Ren yelling out to him. He was fine he was able to lift his shield up to take the wide and aggressive swing he had very little time to react as he used his sword to slide and redirect a blade that was slashed vertically at him. Jaune then spun out of it and backhanded the attacker with his shield. The difference was that this tall bulky guy with duel wielding saw blades that are atleast half of Jaune's size. Jaune was at 6'3 so these swords where ridiculously big. Obviously this guy over compensating. Shit why did the commander have to be a tall and bulky hulk of a man, why couldn't he just of been cute like Ren.

Then it was a saving grace as A helicopter with Vale soldiers showed up and began to fire upon the enemy this made the guy end his attacks on Jaune and begin to fall back but Jaune wasn't having it as he chased him leaving Ren behind.

Jaune: Oh No You Don't Ass Hole Get Back Here!

One of the retreating soldiers was about to fire on Jaune till Ren pulled the trigger on one of his pistols and blew the guys brains out. Ren was not as shocked as he should of been. He wasn't about to let Jaune get killed so he chased after him as Vale military forces moved in.

Jaune had cornered the man. Then aimed his sword at the man.

Jaune: You'll pay for what you've done. Killing all of those innocent people.

Atlas Elite: Laughing... You got fight in ya kid.

The two stood there reading to see who would swing first. But neither one had to wait as the man rushed at Jaune only for Jaune to smirk as his chest glowed bright blue over his heart and without any warning Jaune sheathe his blade and went to punch the ground with his left hand all of the energy he had built up. This new attack Jaune was saving for whenever him and Yang spared again let alone it be Pyrrha.

Jaune: BAHAMET..FURY

With a mighty roar and loud kaboom that sent out a bright blue blaze that can be seen from Beacon Tower. This stunned Ozpin and Glynda who knew who that could of been. Especially since a news chopper caught the attack live. For the world too see, so teams RWBY, CFVY, Nora and Pyrrha saw it.

Ruby: Well guess we know who that would of been for if we had Combat class on yesterday.

All Jokes aside the chopper was waiting for the dust to clear. When it finally did Jaune was now Shirtless and sporting a big gash on his right arm it looks like the guy broke his Aura. Something that everyone at Beacon knew was next to impossible because Jaune is undefeated when it came to combat class. If one doesn't count the draw between him and Pyrrha. The two fought it out until they both fell from exhaustion. But what was about happen now was not a spar where it's fight till your at your max. No this fight was of a higher stake, Jaune's life was on the line.

The man got up and used his blade's to support himself.

The Butcher: Your... One pain in the ass you know that?

The Butcher: They call me The Butcher. That's my name now what's yours?

Jaune stayed quiet for a second because he was honestly still shocked that some one took the full brunt of his shock wave ground smash.

Jaune: Jaune Arc... No relation

The Butcher: A Arc huh? You truly are special.

Without a second passing The Butcher rushed in and Jaune eyes tightened as his vision focused and his mindset locked in. This battle will result in one of them dying. Jaune was able to deflect the The Butcher's swing but his wild style was new to Jaune so he wasn't expecting the second blade to come out of no where and slash his right arm and knocking his blade away leaving another gash if torn flesh and on the underside of Jaune's arm. This was bad he wouldn't be able to put a lot of power behind any punches on this arm. But that was okay Jaune knew what he would have to resort to Jaune then burst forward. Eyes lacking fear but a resolve he slide in grabbing The Butcher by his waist and just like that Ursa in class Jaune German suplexed him, again rolling into it and lifting the man again but this time keeping a two arm bear hug and slammed the guy on his shoulders sideways. Again Jaune rolled into it and lifted the man up and with his feet planted and with raw strength and pure adrenaline running through him Jaune threw the disarmed Butcher into the side of a building where he collided and bounced off of. Jaune was gassed after that display by no means was Butcher a light weight at 8feet tall and weight what felt like a ton it was hard to do what Jaune did. He may have caught a car at top speed but he hadn't been through hell before it. It just happened when he was at full strength.

Jaune felt the hands of someone familiar to him grab him. Ren had grab Jaune and gave him a shot of Adrenaline Ren looked like shit like he had got caught in Jaune's explosion.

Jaune: Dame Ren I'm sorry-

Ren had shut him up with a painful shot of adrenaline to the to the leg.

Jaune: Ow... Sorry .

Ren: You will be if we make it out of this.

Ren: I don't have any aura and my weapons are destroyed thanks to you. But that guy needs to go down.

Jaune: You thinking what I'm thinking then😁.

Ren blushing of embarrassment: Shut up

Jaune: Aww yeah Martial Arc's time.

Ren: ugh

The two ran in at the butcher who had recovered and was not ready to fight a juiced up Jaune and what looks like the ninja from earlier. But what surprised The Butcher more was the Ninja had just vanished and Jaune Arc looked to be throwing something invisible. It didn't click until he felt what was a foot to his jaw and a right hook to his rib cage one so powerful he felt his ribs crunch and shatter with it this dropped him to one knew then a barrage of calculated punches from the ninja and bone breaking bashes from Jaune. When the barrage ceased The Butcher was dumb founded the one eye he could see out off. He saw that Jaune was now casting a bright blue flaming aura and with one touch he turned the emerald ninja next to him glowing a bright green flaming aura as well.

The two locked eyes with The Butcher who was now expressing great fear.

Ren: When did you learn how to do this?

Jaune: I'll tell you later.

The two then lead in like a dance of blue and green as they both went in for punches kicks and one of Jaune's kicked sending The Butcher skyward. Ren Jumped into Jaune's hands and launched forward to meet The Butcher he super kicked him and without any warning Ren felt a burst of power as he flew forward looking back in slow motion to see Jaune winking at him and his chest burning bright blue. That's when Ren realized that Jaune had found a way not only to convert kinetic energy into aura, but he can transfer it to other's. Ren flew forward grabbing The Butcher and throwing him down towards Jaune who had jumped towards The Butcher who was beaten and bloody.

Ren: Jaune please don't kill him.

(Jaune's Mind)

No worries Ren I refused to be the monster that this man is. I will put him in his fucking place though.

Jaune: HAA!

With a discharge of all the energy Jaune knocked The lights out of The Butcher. His head snapping back from the impact but not killing him but mainly knocking him out.

Jaune landed and caught the Butcher to keep him from receiving anymore damage.

Five minutes later

Jaune came back sword in his sheathe, even though it took him a minute to find it. Ren was just standing there back towards Jaune. Jaune walked up and lightly pushed Ren's shoulder.

Jaune: From what I see the military is rounding up the last remaining terrorist and Atlas only General Ironwood is talking with Ozpin that's why there are war ships up above.

Ren: He shows up only now?

Jaune: Yeah but atleast it's over right.

Ren: Hey did you ever actually turn your scrolls distress signal?

Jaune: Yeah about that... Hehe I dropped my scroll when I rushed in to stop those guys earlier. Hehe

Ren: I want to punch you right now but I'm to weak to put any force behind it.

Then something grabbed the two's attention

Nora: Ren! Jaune!

They both turned to see they're teams and Professor Ozpin and Glynda.

But Jaune knew he was in trouble when he saw Yang and Ruby rushed him. Jaune knew he was about to receive the world's strongest hug and beating courtesy of Yang he has ever taken.

(Jaune's mind)

"I die today, this is how I die."

End of part 4

Character analysis

The Butcher: age late thirties maybe early twenties.

Classification: Classified

Huntsman classification: Unknown possibly Vanguard giving his size, weapons, and fighting style

Military experience: Ex Sargent first class.

Semblance: None

#rwby fanfiction #team rwby #team jnpr #jaune arc #lie ren #nora valkyrie #violence #slight gore

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werezmastarbucks · 3 years

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boston

honeymoon masterlist

word count: 2538

music: savage streets by perturbator, you’ll only be safe with me by tuff turf, dark all day by gunship

You stood on one knee, feeling Kai’s fingers under your belt as he held you. You shoved out of the window half way, and yelled,

“I’m good!”

He pushed the gas pedal into the floor, and the car roared angrily, tearing through the night mist.

The black shadows surrounded you, floating out of the metal and brick twilight of the street so suddenly fear shot through you like lightning. You held up your shotgun and aimed, trying to balance with your hip on the frame of the window. Falling out of the window would mean imminent death: zombies were everywhere. They were waiting on the corners, in the windows of the buildings, hiding in the shade, behind the smelly dumpsters and in the middle of the road. As the city lights died out, and the car raced deeper into the district, golden and silver changed into cold blue and electric, the colors of docks and warehouses.

“I got them!”

“Shoot!” Kai yelled.

You exhaled and did not inhale, because the best snipers don’t breathe when shooting. As the monster truck passed by the cluster of black silhouettes, you fired three rounds into them, scaring the gathering and hitting one of them. Then you fell back into your seat and pulled your hair away from your face. It will be a bitch to try and brush after. The car drove out into the narrow quay where black water lay like glistening dirty skin, and Kai’s face was yellow in the passing bleak lights.

“What the hell is that?” he asked, poiting at the figure on the roof on the left. He slowed down a little, and you looked back to make sure nobody’s following you. You set the shotgun on your right.

“It’s Jeepers Creepers”.

“Wha... Y/N. What is Jeepers fucking Creepers doing at our zombie apocalypse?”

“I don’t know, Kai”, you snarled, “maybe he launched it. How am I supposed to know?”

“You’re driving me crazy”.

“I am afraid of Jeepers Creepers, okay? He’s gonna be the final boss”.

“I’m gonna tear his balls off”, Kai mumbled.

“He’ll take yours. That’s what he does”, you reminded him.

Kai snored.

“Get up. There’s more. They must have circled the parking lot. Look”.

Right in the middle of the road, where yellow fog was floating in the air like phantom veil, and the asphalt glistened, sweaty after 10PM rain, the black shadows barricaded the road. Kai stopped the car, and the low grumble slowly faded into the quiet, monotnous howl of the city. Somewhere, trains were moving to and fro on the rails, colliding with each other, creating noise. The factories were working, sending black smoke into the opaque sky, clogged by unwilling cigarrette clouds. The river itself, it seemed, hummed something very low, like a deadly lullaby. This world was a hostile and lonesome place. The only warm thing in here was Kai’s body sitting next to you, radiating humanity. You jerked your shotgun. You knew he was seeing exactly the same thing as you did - a bunch of zombies swaying slowly in your direction. He turned up the music a little.

“Ready?”

“Yeah”.

“Aim better or else we’re gonna drive in circles all night”.

“Don’t tell me how to kill zombies, Kai”.

He mimicked you, starting the car.

Next night, it was his turn, and you did the same thing, racing through the night city, crashing into cardbox fortresses and blowing up the glass forts, shooting the heads off the zombies, until you both have had enough of that zombie apocalypse world. It has been some time until you got tired.

(To get into the right mood, you have occupied the Columbus Movie Theatre for like a week, rewatching zombie movies. Turned out, you can’t just walk into a movie theatre and find all the zombie films piled up neatly in the movie room - or whatever it’s called. You have argued about them again and again, Kai insisting on Evil Dead being immortal classic, but the Day of the Dead was his all-time favorite. You nearly got into a fistfight with him over the Return of the Living Dead.

“Of course”, he puffed and laughed out, condescending as hell.

“What’s that laugh?!” you demanded. Kai shrugged.

“It’s such a girly thing. Return of the Living Dead. The third part is also your favorite, isn’t it?”

And he gave you the nastiest look. You narrowed your eyes.

“You bigot. You absolute fuckface. The first one is my favorite”.

He was enjoying himself too much, obviously agitated by the topic, not entirely there.

“Okay, okay”.

“But for the record, yes, I do think that the third part is the best love story I’ve ever seen on screen. It’s incredible”.

Kai nodded, the smile never leaving his face.

“She managed to fight off her cannibalistic instinct not to hurt the person she loved. She tore herself with needles and hooks to fight the urge to kill him and actually managed to keep him safe although she was literally a flesh eating zombie. How cool is that?”

Kai sighed and looked you in the eye.

“Very cool’, he said, with the tone that screamed ‘you’re silly and I adore you’.

“What other movies came out this year?”

“Not many, it’s only May”, he replied, digging deep into the box with films.

“Is Dream Lover out yet?”

“Yep”.

“We should watch it”.

“Later”, Kai said, throwing a film across the room and allowing it to crash into pieces. You hoped to hell it wasn’t Dream Lover.

“And Freddie Krueger?”

“No, not yet”.

“Damn it”, you looked over his shoulder.

“No Freddie Krueger!” he announced, “that’s it, she draws the line at Freddie. We’re leaving now”.

You laughed.

In the dark movie room, you could choose any row, any seats. You nested against each other, honoring the sacred cinema theatre tradition to gently touch in the twilight. While the action unfolded on screen, you had to shove popcorn into Kai’s mouth because it was the only way you could make him stop talking. When you ran out of popcorn, you had to shut him up with your mouth. It was a great week.)

You looked around the street and then, at Kai. How lucky he was, to find himself in this wretched place with someone as willing to play zombies as you were. You should do it more often. Maybe you should act out Mist next, somewhere in Houston.

You pulled your backpack up, and your eyes darted towards the black tower, ominous, insidious without any light, like a gigantic grave stone. Before Parker cut all the electricity, it was the Hancock Tower, now, it was just Tower. And the path to it lay through the dangerous city filled with brain craving monsters, bloodthirsty, dumb and ferocious, and you were running out of bullets. Besides, earlier on, you fell through one of the cardboard box forteresses and bruised your knee so badly, together with your left hand which you landed on. This adventure would be the death of you.

Kai twitched.

“I hear something”, he said, cocking his gun. You stood behind him, one-handed, unable to shoot. You closed your eyes. Lo, if they attack from all directions, you won’t be any help. A wounded companion is worse than an enemy in this world. You wondered if Kai would leave you alone to be eaten and stall them, or whether he’d shoot you in the head first, to spare you.

He walked on a little, entering a small square, and the black outlines of hairless, clotheless humans frightened you like you weren’t the one who had put them there ten hours earlier. They spooked you every time.

Kai shot three times, hitting each mannequin with one bullet.

“On the roof!” you pointed, turning back. You bowed as he threw up his shotgun, and fired. Heavy plastic body hopped and rolled down, falling on the ground. Kai could see in the dark so well you had to remind yourself he was human. Sometimes you would forget that fact completely. He was so different from everybody else.

He led you towards the tower where you stabbed one of the zombies in the throat. He was good at shooting, but you were very gifted with stabbing. You never missed.

“God damn”, Kai panted, as the mannequin swayed and collapsed on the asphalt just next to the glass door he was holding for you, “you saved my life”.

He took you in the movie gesture, pulling you into a long kiss. Your wrist started swelling and you had to take off your electronic watch temporarily. In the bleak room, it shone with green thin neon light from the bedside table while you had sex on the matrass.

In the middle of the night something fell off the roof, and scared the hell out of you - for real this time. You did not put anything on the top of the Tower since it was your fort. In the morning you came up on the top, while Kai went down and examined the object. Turned out, on the tenth of May, 1994, one single bag filled with files and staplers fell off the roof of the Hancock Tower. There was no way of knowing why.

“Wake up”.

You opened your eyes and rubbed your neck, aching from sleeping on the single mattrass on the floor. You looked out of the window. It has just stopped raining, which meant it was already close to midnight. In the dystopian Boston, you have switched to night regime of living completely because in the daylight, mannequins randomly standing in the streets looked simply stupid.

“The Titans”, he said. Kai’s face was so close to yours, you could feel the words on your skin. His eyes shone nervously.

“What Titans? It’s zombie apocalypse, Kai”.

He frowned.

“And what was Jeepers Creepers doing there then?”

“Oh my god”, you groaned, “let go of it already! You killed him like a week ago”.

“Come on, see for yourself”, he pulled you up, and you walked to the window, and gasped, instantly feeling for Kai’s hand. It couldn’t be happening.

That’s it! This madness finally drove you... mad.

There was an actual silhouette, the one you didn’t put there, and possibly couldn’t. The one that could not be put there for the life of you. The one of proportions too great for anyone to put it in the middle of the city, one foot on the right side of the river, and the other, on the left.

“What the fuck!” you yelled, your fright real as ever. Kai grinned happily, but then his face changed back to the philosophical expression of impending doom.

“This is it, Y/N. The zombies... and that dude... were just omens, but that’s it. The sky people have come to destroy us. It’s the end“.

“Seriously, Kai, how did you put it up... there?”

The sky was blackish-bordeaux, like usual. The river was seen just fine from here, from the top floor of the Tower. You had a pretty good look on the gloomy city and all its post-war industrial charm. The figure was so big it stood almost above the Tower itself; he reminded you of the Colossus of Rhodos, the Bronze Man, or one of the mythical golden gods of ancient times. You could actually feel your heart trying to break the hell out of your ribcage in a desperate attempt to kill itself. You couldn’t breathe for a second, mortified by the size of that thing. It was one of the deepest nightmares of your childhood, one of the visions haunting you from when you were little and kept dreaming about the end of the world.

You told Kai about those, and he now used them against you, but you appreciated the performance. It was all almost like art. It was horrifying and great, but you hated it.

“He came down from the clouds”, Kai said quietly, like a dispassionate narrator. Who already knows what’s coming, and doesn’t give a shit, because he’s already dead.

“To press the earth into the core of the planet, and make all life perish. He shall walk the land... waging his wrath on all that breathes. Including you and me”.

You made an effort to turn away, mesmerized by the statue, and looked at Kai.

“How much magic have you wasted on it?”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t break the character, it takes me a lot of concentration”.

“Sorry”, you whispered.

“How do you feel about facing the end of the world with me?” he asked.

It was a damn good question. Parker really did ask all the right questions. After all the time in post-apocalyptic Boston, surrounded by enemy, living in a dark den and barely seeing the sun, it was very easy to actually sense the end coming. You clutched your own elbows, thinking. Strangely, you weren’t scared anymore.

A part of his face was in the shadow. He blinked the way you’ve only ever seen Kai blink, just a little, as if he didn’t want to lose visual even for a split second.

“I’m okay with it. I have lived a fine life, in my totalitarian city, guarded by robots and...”

“...zombies...”

“Hunted down by Harrison Ford...”

“You just jumble together all the movies, it’s actually insane, stop it”.

“But now as Cthulhu has sent its warriors...” (Kai rolled his eyes), “I’m ready to go”.

A lonely honk of a train cut through the distance making you feel melancholic. The trains were just crawling there day and night, filling the air with their lonesome cries occasionally. It would make any reasonable person go crazy, too.

“What will be the last thing you do before you die?” he whispered, his nose almost touching yours. You gave in, hot slow lava crawling up your body. You took Kai’s waist, trying to feel his ribs through three layers of clothing.

“You”.

He probably wore three or four shirts just to see you go nuts as you tried to undress him every time. His street jacket goes, then, a pullover, then a shirt, then another shirt, and you groan with anger as he chuckles at you, his hands snaking under your clothes at once. Your skin went shivering, covered with goose bumps under his fingers, like by magic.

As he pushed you against the wall, the gigantic Titan started melting above the river, looming shadow stepping away from the city, which was flattering. Kai’s whole mind was directed at you now.

You thought about how one loves at the brink of extinction; is it passionate, like when Kai grabbed your shoulder, your hair, pounding you into the floor, or is it gentle and thoughtful, like when you only moved your hips slowly, pressed against each other like two halves of Oreo, or is it impatient, breathless and vile, like when he was fucking you against the wall, talking all the way through your whimpering?

It took the end of the world for you to end up on his dick.

#kai parker #kai parker imagine #kai parker x reader #vampire diaries imagine #tvd #vampire diaries

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starkeristheendgame · 4 years

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omega peter likes the way alpha Tony smells after a hard fight with the avengers and after sex and lets Tony know it

Here we go, Nonnie! ❤️ I hope this fulfils your idea! I really enjoyed writing this one and I hope you like it! It’s my first time writing a sort of ‘scent kink’ thing so I hope I did okay.

TW: Ambiguous ages | ABO Dynamics | BDSM Dynamics | Brief mentions of violence (Avengers’ battle) | Power dynamic sex

Director Fury took one look and one well concealed sniff in Tony’s direction and gave a subtle nod in acceptance as to the no-show of one Spiderman. Tony couldn’t bring himself to feel ashamed about the lingering, cloying heat-scent and the dark, tender bruises peeking above the cut of his undersuit.

Peter was on the tail-end of his heat, out of the fuck-eat-fuck-nap-fuck haze of it but still too sweet and too sore to go out onto the field. So when the call had come through that yet another spandex and aluminium clad villain was attempting a New York takeover, Tony had left his boy behind.

The other Avengers had all crinkled their noses at him with knowing eyes, but nobody had said anything. Though they all lived together at the Tower the majority of the time, they had a tendency to all disappear the moment someone went into a heat or a rut.

The moment Peter had begun to smell a little sweeter, the moment he’d begun to gorge himself on food and shamelessly sniff at Tony whenever he was nearby, they’d started dropping off like flies.

“You sure you’re gonna be able to keep up with us?” Clint teased casually from where he had draped himself shamelessly over Bucky’s lap, a tiny whetstone in hand as he picked through his arrows, apparently using his own thumb as a gauge for how sharp they were and attacking any that didn’t meet the cut. Tony merely gave him a serene, slow smile and let a Gauntlet whisper down his arm, the gun-muzzle giving a soft whine as it lit up his palm.

“You become a pillow Princess. I wouldn’t go picking fights you can’t win,” Bucky announced from above, where he was engaged in a furious thumb war with Steve (flesh hands only, those were the new rules) and even Steve offered a soft snigger at the look of outrage the archer threw his partner.

The battle was rather prompt, though exerting. The enemies came from all angles, though there seemed to be only enough for two ‘waves’ of them before the stragglers begun to surrender, hideously outmatched by the team. Shawarma had become an after-battle tradition of sorts, until they were fighting so many battles that they’d gotten sick of it. Now, they had a twelve-bullet list of things to work down, though Tony politely declined the offer of a heaped Chinese.

This time, it was Bucky that shot him a dark, lewd look. “Stark isn’t gonna to stick around for Chinese when he’s got dessert waitin’ for him at home. Rather slick than sauce,” he pointed out as he begun to unstrap his forearm braces, shooting the billionaire a wink. Steve looked a little disgruntled on the opposite end of the jet, but gave a sort of brow-lift-and-nod universal sign of yeah, fair.

They agreed that Tony would come in when he could to sign off on the paperwork, being mated affording him the ability to slack off when his partner required him, and whilst the others went grumbling off to the evidence and documentation departments, Tony slipped back into his Audi.

His initial plans were to get home and to dive immediately under warm, clean water. He wore only the undersuit, and he was tacky with sweat. He was well aware that he reeked; sweat and metal and leather and smoke. It lent him a rich musk that had his nose scrunching the entire journey, window cracked to circulate the air. If worst came to worst, he could drag Peter in with him and get the boy off in the shower.

“How’s he doing, J?” Tony murmured as he was caught out by another red light, fingers drumming a restless beat on the steering wheel. Peter was fine to be left alone now, needy but in a typical ‘I’m horny’ way. Capable of making himself food and cleaning himself up.

“Mr. Parker has spent your absence primarily in bed, Sir. At five-oh-three he made a hearty sandwich and cursed you out for forgetting cranberry juice again, before returning to the sheets,” JARVIS informed him helpfully. Tony winced at that, because, yes. He had forgotten, likely not for the first time that week. Peter always craved cranberry juice on his heats, alongside strawberries, spaghetti and granola.

“Perhaps I’ll just have groceries delivered for the next week or two,” he hummed thoughtfully, stamping the accelerator the moment it was clear. By the time he arrived at the Tower the sweat had mostly dried, but he was still hyper-aware of the fact he smelt like a workshop. Peter would still be even more so sensitive to his scent, and he felt like a boy going through puberty, showering four times a day and liberal with his deodorant.

The penthouse still had the cloying, thick scent of heat, the past week affording them not a lot of time for anything that didn’t involve fucking until Peter passed out, or stuffing themselves with energy-rich foods before Peter was climbing onto his dick again. It immediately had his skin crawling, nostrils flaring as he strode through the penthouse, stopping only long enough to scarf a banana and a glass of water.

Tony was just approaching the door of his bedroom when Peter came leaning through it, sniffing delicately at the air as his eyes zeroed in on Tony. Self-consciously Tony kept his arms down, instead offering his boy a pleased but sheepish smile. “Hey, baby. I know. I stink. But you can join me in the shower and we’ll take care of two things at once, hm?” he offered in a purr, standing close to Peter so that he towered above him, looking down sweetly at his boy, who blinked up at him in silence for a short while.

Tony was just beginning to frown when Peter reached out, pupils dilating and nostrils flaring as he hauled the Alpha closer by his shirt, pushing their chests together and rising onto his toes to bury his face promptly in Tony’s neck, his huffed breaths hot on his skin as he inhaled in and out in quick succession, scenting him.

“No need to rub it in,” the Alpha grumbled, though his arms automatically wrapped around his Omega, thumbs pressing into his hips as the scent of sweet, sticky slick reached his nose. Peter still had the scent of arousal and lust, and on another sniff the boy shifted, grinding in short ruts against Tony’s hip.

“Peter, c’mon. You can wait until I get the water running,” Tony coaxed, nudging the impatient boy backwards. He made it only as far as the dresser, where he intended to discard his watch, necklace and ring. Peter, still thoroughly invested in sniffing at him, gripped him quite suddenly and with a low growl, forced him back against the wall, pinning him there in the small space between the dresser and the wall.

“Hey-!” was as far as Tony got before Peter was falling to his knees, nuzzling hard into the groove of Tony’s thigh.

“No shower,” his Omega huffed, looking up at him from under a layer of thick lashes. “Fuck me now. Like this. Smelling like this,” the boy breathed, voice hitching as he nosed along the cut of Tony’s leg, briefly nudging against his half-interested cock before he was reaching for Tony’s zipper, ignoring the Alpha’s half-hearted protests.

“Pete, come on. I’ve - I stink, baby. Your little nose is all sensitive. At least let me shower so I reek of sex, not… Battle,” the Alpha tried to placate, even as Peter yanked the undersuit trousers down with such force the Alpha almost toppled over, staggering so the Omega was bracketed between his legs, head tipped right back to immediately begin nosing at his boxers, huffing in contentment.

“Smells good,” Peter whined, high and keening as his fingers curled in Tony’s waistband, slick sliding fresh and thick down his thighs. His boy had always been easy to get wet, heat or no, and Tony took a deep inhale, fighting the urge to drop down, to wrestle his mate to the floor and take.

“Okay,” he relented, forcing himself to relax as he reached down, scrubbing a soothing hand through Peter’s hair. “Okay, sweetheart. But not here. On the bed.”

He’d have to change the sheets (again) straight away, but he would genuinely rather a soft, comfortable bed over the floor at this rate. He ached some and the call for a hot, pleasing shower was only just over-ridden by the scent and sight of his mate, leaking and hard and ready for him.

Peter gave a soft whuff of agreement, nuzzling at Tony’s cock once more before standing, stumbling as he begun to tug Tony forwards. The Alpha had to steady them both, stalling his boy by offering a thigh for him to grind against as he shed his shoes and the undersuit carefully.

It took most, if not all of what little control he possessed not to just drop his boy to his hands and knees, to matefuckbreedand to work off the hype of the battle, but he managed.

The moment he was naked enough, Peter sprawled over the edge of the bed, legs splaying as he looked up at Tony with a dark, lustful gaze, biting lightly at his lip. It wasn’t uncommon for Peter to become shy, or to take moments to simply look and touch, and Tony stood patiently, offering a lopsided, doting smirk.

“You’re not hurt?” Peter asked after a pause, hand already reaching for Tony’s cock.

“Just the usual ache. Maybe a bruise or two” Tony soothed, head shaking as he ducked down to one knee, peppering soothing kisses along the inside of Peter’s knee and thigh. His Omega gave a soft, long, pleased sigh and let his hand alter course to Tony’s jaw instead, thumb stroking through the stubble there gently.

“I’m sorry. I got - You smell good. Didn’t wanna wait. Or stop” Peter hummed lightly, his smile meek as Tony crawled upwards, kissing along his milky, soft little body until the Alpha reached his jaw, licking and nibbling there briefly.

Tony was about to dive back down, to suck his Omega until he writhed, but Peter beat him to it, squirming away and onto his hands and knees on the bed, immediately arching his spine to an almost obscene curve, presenting.

And what a sweet sight it made. His little hole was still abused from the prior week, dusky pink and raw, slick and shiny like his thighs. Tony couldn’t even stop the growl that rumbled in his chest, cock jumping against his hip.

Fuck. Peter whined in response, head turning to grin at him as Tony stared. His boy still looked loose from that morning, the scent of cum still stuck to his skin.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Tony hummed, crawling atop the sheets after him. Peter was trembling with anticipation, whole body jerking as Tony pressed a finger gently against his ass, swiping through the thick liquid that dripped down steadily, soaking him for his Alpha.

“So sweet, baby,” Tony added, settling on his knees behind his boy, one hand on his cock and the other gently petting at Peter’s asscheeks.

No sooner had the tip of his cock come to rest at Peter’s body, immediately shiny with slick and twitching in anticipation was Peter bracing himself on an arm, rising up into true doggy style to push back against his body. Tony cursed as Peter begun to stretch around him, that puffy, pretty rim spread open and raw around his cock, swallowing him in fraction by fraction.

Tony was almost too overwhelmed to notice the tremble in his boy, the pained tint to his noises, the hitch of his breath that was almost a sob, but he did. Immediately his hands found Peter’s hips, locking him in place.

“Darling. Are you sore?” he asked gently, voice rough with the strain of not just forcing himself forwards, burying himself in that tight, wet, sweet heat. Peter gave a helpless moan in response, though his breath shuddered in his chest as he tried to push back, to impale himself further on his Alpha.

“Mm-mm. Nuh-uh. Want - Please. Alpha,” the Omega keened in succession, trying desperately to squeeze around what little of Tony was sunk inside him, to draw him in further. Tony gave a soft, placating sound in response, using his hold on the boy to ease himself out with a hiss, immediately loathe to be denied that hot, plush body. Peter’s sound was even louder, even more disapproving.

“How about I just use my fingers, hm? Or better yet, just pin you down and let you fuck my throat, how’s that, sweetheart?” he tried, voice shaky and cock furious against his hip. Peter apparently shared it’s frustration, tearing away from Tony with a soft snarl, flexible and elegant in the way he twisted, surged against Tony until the Alpha collapsed onto his back, draped by the Omega, cock trapped between their stomachs.

“I can take it, Tony. Please. You just - Need you. Need your knot. Your cum. Your scent,” Peter whimpered pleadingly, petting at Tony’s chest restlessly as they ground together in a hard movement that had Tony almost seeing stars, dazedly grasping at Peter’s hips as the Omega hauled upright, straddling him in one smooth movement with a look of bliss when Tony’s cock settled against the curve of his ass, slicked and so close to where they both wanted.

“Mm’okay. Really. S’a good sore. I like it. I just…You were gone all day. You smell so good. I just wanna feel you,” Peter sighed, lashes fluttering and voice both weak and dreamy as Tony’s cock graced the small of his back with a drool of pre-cum. The Alpha gave a low purr in reply, grinding lazily against the soft skin as he pet gently at Peter, nostrils flaring at the thick, heady arousal in the room.

“Okay,” he relented, for the second time in a short period. Peter gave him a delighted look, fingers squeezing Tony’s shoulders as he ducked down, stealing a kiss that was impossibly soft in comparison to their previous interactions.

They stayed like that for a while, kissing slowly and without hurry as they ground together in short little hitches. It wasn’t long until Peter had his nose buried in Tony’s neck again, teeth scraping the skin there in a manner that had Tony half-snarling, grinding his cock against his Omega fiercely.

It was all the permission and encouragement that Peter needed, sitting upright and bracing on hand on the small of Tony’s stomach as he reached behind himself, rising up onto his thighs in order to grasp Tony’s cock. The Alpha blew out a breath, stomach clenching as Peter’s slender fingers wrapped around him, squeezing gently. Peter’s face was a picture when he begun to sink onto Tony’s cock, scrunched in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

His Omega was hot, a sucking heat that swallowed Tony in tightly, both of them moaning in tandem as Peter stopped after two inches, chest heaving and thighs trembling. They panted together, Peter folding over with a punched-out whine, licking at Tony’s collar as he dropped another inch, two, three. Swallowing Tony into his velvety, plush body. It took every ounce of himself to let Tony just lay back, to let Peter take the control.

“Good baby. Take your time, sweetheart,” Tony coaxed, smoothing his hands up and down Peter’s spine as they settled, encompassed in each other, Peter’s nose twitching against his neck, still inhaling his scent. Tony’s stomach felt wet where Peter was drooling pre-cum and slick, hard little cock pressed between them pitifully.

Tony wasn’t sure whether to embarrassed or not, when it only took a few lazy grinds, a few slow, tight drags of Peter’s body over his cock for his knot to swell. A building, burning pleasure that coiled in his gut and had him gasping into Peter’s hair, nosing at his temple with his eyes tight shut, Peter’s body milking him for all he was worth as the Omega snuffled into the joint of his shoulder, mewling as his hips jerked with his own orgasm.

“I can’t believe -” Tony gasped, breaking off into a groan as his knot stretched Peter’s body wide, forced its way into the slick heat. “That all of this is because -” Peter jerked above him, spine curving downwards, grinding over the bulge of his knot in a manner that had the Omega’s sock spurting weakly again, honey eyes rolling. “Of how I smell.”

Peter’s body squeezing over his knot, rinsing it of cum had Tony boneless against the sheets, teeth grinding on a hiss as Peter squirmed above him, nose buried into his shoulder and body falling limp.

“Shut up,” the Omega whined, though not unkindly as their pleasure burned down to a simmer, sticky and soaked with their release. The scent of the room was cloying, cum and pleasure and slick, the underlaying tone of metal and sweat and smoke from Tony.

“Okay,” he agreed easily, arms tight around his Omega, holding them together as they caught their breath. Several long moments passed, Peter’s breathing slowing to steady, calm inhales, despite how both of them were still hard.

“But I have to ask. I could’ve had this after every time?”

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nightstalkerhunterguardian · 3 years

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Tragedy

I keep coming up with in-between scenarios while writing other shit so I mean.

Here’s another one.

TW: descriptions of gore

Songs listened to: Panic Room by Au/Ra

Bottom of the River by Delta Rae

Go fuck yourself by Two Feet

The idea that they’d one day have to return to the surface of the moon only crossed Kano’s head in a hypothetical sense. She thought she had let go of what happened. Let go of the memory of Crota, of Oryx, of the Dreadnaught, of the bodies of Awoken floating out in the vacuum of space.

PTSD was common among veteran Guardians, but few seldom talked out about it. It was almost like it all wordlessly bonded them in a sense and they had hoped that what they did on the moon would save the newer generation of Guardians the mind-numbing trauma of what had happened so long ago.

They were wrong.

She shut down once they entered the moon’s atmosphere. KillShot knew. He could tell by the way her eyes dulled. She had gotten good at shutting down in her years as a Guardian and as necessary as he knew it was, he hated it so damn badly because it took so much after the fact to tell her that she was still a person, that she still was more than a weapon or a soldier, that she was something and someone that mattered.

She never believed it.

She wasn’t brought back because she was special or she was unique or any other optimistic reason that Killshot tried to convincer her of.

Her existence was a tool to ward off tragedy.

Ironic is how she saw it.

How was one tragedy supposed to fight off another?

The tag that Drifter had wound in her hair brushed gently against her jawline, along with the small jade charm that hung at the end of the tassel. Whether she was a joke to him or he was trying to make a point, she never bothered to ask but for some reason, she couldn't find it in her to take it out, no matter how many times she cut her hair. The tag remained.

Landing on the moon and transmatting to the surface made her stomach lurch and she wanted to throw up in her helmet but she held it down and made her way through the base, Thorn in her hand.

She had received an earful from numerous people over the gun she now kept at her side, but she refused to listen to any of it. It did it’s job and so did she.

They were red. Covered in thorns and filled with something far deeper than rage or pure animalistic instinct. It seemed almost symbolic. Religious.

It didn’t matter to her.

Thorns jutted viciously up each hive body she dropped and she walked by each corpse as if something corrupted didn't follow her with each shot. Like she herself wasn’t becoming something vicious while wrapped in her own cocoon of pain and loneliness and fading sanity.

Times like this, she really wished the man with the golden gun would've taken the shot at her when he had the chance. But maybe he knew she’d become this. He had to of.

The path she traveled the farther she went slowly became emptier as she passed through a haze and into a cleared path, overlooked by a cliff.

A cliff with something looking at her atop it.

A sharp pang of something hit her hard in her stomach before crawling into her chest, making her gasp for air and tears blur her vision. Killshot quickly makes his way to her side, scanning her over to check her.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asks, panicked, despite how something feels wrong to him too.

Her line of sight goes back up to the cliff above, looking at the figures floating ominously, hovering as if they were watching them.

It felt like an overwhelming amount of panic and sadness and distress was spreading through her chest cavity, crushing her lungs and threatening to break her ribs just to escape and she clawed at the ground below to try to get a hold of herself.

Her legs were shaky by the time she was able to pull herself up from her knees and continue along the steep path, the looming figures still watching them.

The sudden wave of scarlet hive that appeared didn't surprise her, each bullet and grenade hitting its mark and clearing the area as they approached the hazy red aura at the edge of the cliff.

Memories quickly flashed behind her eyes when she reached her hand out to touch it and suddenly, she realized it wasn’t a memory.

It was real.

A nightmare that was supposed to remain in the past.

It was here.

The rapid haze of black and white and green that obscured her vision soon spat her out in a giant scarlet room, large barbs and broken stone surrounding them.

“Eris Morn...” she murmured, slowly approaching.

If there was anyone in the ‘verse that she felt an unspoken relation to, it was Eris. The primary difference between them, however, was Eris’s will to live. Her continuous fight to survive in spite of her tragedy.

Kano was ready to let it kill and consume her.

Maybe that’s why Eris was willing to share the memories of her fallen friends. To show that it was possible to overcome. Accept. That there was something to live for in the smoldering ashes of tragedy and pain.

It was...revealing to say the least and Kano couldn’t imagine how it felt for Eris to admit to the ache in her being while nightmares of her comrades loomed over her shoulder but she also noticed how she would stand a little straighter each time she remembered them. Their quirks and personalities. She hunched less as if the box she had been closed into was slowly expanding and she could stretch more and more.

Kano was proud of her. There was no denying that. She remembered when she first met her in the old tower, how she stayed crowded in a corner beside the staircase and muttered often of the growing threat of the taken and hive. The eerie green glow that emanated from where her eyes should’ve been was captivating in a way Kano couldn’t describe but she also didn’t seem to be very fond of company, so she kept her distance.

The talk that ensued between her, Eris, and Ikora had another type of whisper creeping into her head but she ignored it, at least for now.

She knew it would come back.

The chiming of metal was slow. Periodic. It followed a slow but sickening rhythm that only ever made anyone within earshot uncomfortable.

Only KillShot could hear it, though.

Had he any other choice, he’d simply leave, fade away in shimmering blue and white vapor. But there was a problem.

His Guardian was hanging from those same chains.

The twisted lengths the Hive would go to to experiment and make examples of Guardians was, in short, disgusting and to see that same hostility and viciousness taken out on his Guardian made it worse.

Kano’s body had stopped swinging by now, the chains having settled finally in the silence of the dim green halls. He could rez her but it wouldn’t do any good. The hooks they had used to hang her form from the ceiling needed to be removed or else she’d simply come back in the same excruciating pain she suffered before succumbing to the torture.

A hook was driven through the palms of each of her hands, spreading her arms out wide to her sides. A much larger hook had been driven through her back and was jutting from her chest, supporting most of her weight and keeping her body suspended in what could only be described as a sadistic mockery of a crucifixion.

It made KillShot want to be sick in ways he didn’t have a body for.

He tried to cut through the chains as best he could, managing to free one arm with a strong enough beam of laser light before moving onto the next, listening out for approaching Hive through the halls.

The clanking of the metal was loud against her limp form but it was overtaken by the sound of Knight footsteps thumping against the floor and crushing old bone beneath its approaching feet. KillShot quickly hid in Kano’s hood, nestling into her black hair.

It approaches, dragging its sword with it. A metal screech. A warped growl. And slowly, the footsteps leave. He peeks from the curtain of black hair he’s hidden in and emerges once the threat is gone, doing his best to cut through the large chain until finally, the chain breaks and his Guardian falls down into the pile of bone below, the crunch following indecipherable between her bones or the ones her body falls atop.

He won’t deny being panicked. Scared. They’re alone in the dark below the moon’s surface. They have no team. But he settles himself and broadcasts out a message as far as the suffocating Hive around them will allow it to travel.

“If anybody can hear this message, my Guardian is down. We are in need of assistance. Please, if you can lock onto my signal, we are in need of help. There are potential threats lingering and my Guardian is down.”

He sends the signal out and waits, staying hidden alongside his Guardian’s body.

Time passes and fear begins to set in. He needs to rez her but the hooks remain. Her helmet stays on but he can see the splatter of blood on the inside from when she had been choking on it.

Gunfire sounds off down the hall. It’s not loud and thundering like Hive boomers. It’s quick, cracking, and from the shrieks sounding after each shot, it’s hitting its targets. Rapid taps follow. Running.

Is that...? Did somebody catch his signal?

Red.

He sees red. But it’s not threatening and he realizes who it is. He rises from his spot and greets the Guardian who meets him, head turning to the body.

“Attack! I-I...” KillShot gathers himself for a second. “I can’t get the hooks out. I can’t rez her like this or she’ll just die again and-“ but the Guardian holds his hand up and nods, holstering his gun.

“It’s okay. I’m here to help”. He simply nods and glides aside, letting him approach her body as he takes her hand and begins working the jagged metal from the flesh. The squelching and popping makes him shudder but he allows Attack to pull the metal away and toss it aside before working on the other hand.

“You’re okay, buddy”, Attack says and the small ghost turns to him. “It’s gonna be okay. Luckily, worm rot hasn’t made it to her”. The reassurance sounds grim but it still works. Another clatter and he pulls the body up by the shoulders, surveying the damage before propping her up and crouching behind her.

“I’m gonna have to pull the hook through”, he sighs. “I can cut off the back and just pull out that half though”. He pulls out his knife and it glows with solar light that manages to cut through the metal quickly. He sheathes the blade and grabs the end jutting from her chest. Her back is leaned against his chest and he pulls her towards him while pushing against the hook and after a moment of stomach turning slick and sticky sounding shuffling, the hook finally clatters against the bone and floor.

KillShot is already scanning over her body and a shutter rattles through her chest before she jolts up, gasping.

“Welcome back, kid”, he says, clapping a hand against her shoulder. “You got put through the fuckin’ wringer by the looks of it”.

Her breathing is heavy and her hands clench in the remains beneath.

“When did you get here?” She asks, ignoring the comment. He nods his head to KillShot.

“Your friend sent out an SOS and I managed to catch it”.

She swallows and the taste of blood is still thick in her mouth.

She’s frustrated and it’s clear to see. The torture she’d been subjected to was agonizing to say the least and she stood from her spot, kicking the hook down the hall, making it bounce off the floor.

Attack says nothing and simply watches her pull Thorn from her hip in a grip that makes her gloves squeak under her hold.

Between the whispers in her head, the looming shadows hovering above, and the nightmares resurfacing, she was breaking.

She screamed. At nothing, at nobody. Just screamed.

In front of her, she can see Eris flinch away from her nightmares. She’s seated on the top of the small building across from her, cigarette hanging from her lips. She doesn’t know that her cigarette is halfway burnt up, the ash never falling while the smoke swirls over her head.

She doesn’t flinch away or even look when a familiar form seats itself beside her. All she does is hold her lit lighter to him for a moment. A puff of smoke makes her pocket the lighter and she otherwise remains still, gaze fixed on nothing until a small veil of light washes over her eyes and she looks up at the now unblurry form of Eris, flinching away from the remaining shadows that loom beside her.

She can feel the tag in her hair move as Attack takes a look at the writing on it before grasping the charm that hangs from the tassel at the end. It’s a snake. Of course it is. There’s no surprise in the carving itself but the detail and time put into it is something to take a moment to gander at. Each scale is clear and smooth and the way it coils around itself is mesmerizing for such a small object.

“...Tragedy”, she mumbles. Attack glances at her as the ash of her cigarette finally falls to dust on her thigh. “...it says tragedy”.

“That so?” He asks. She simply nods and the tag swings below her jaw when he lets it go. “Not one to make assumptions but the snake on it kinda hints at who gave you that”. Another nod confirms his guess.

“...don’t really enjoy giving credit to a man that reads people like cheap books but I suppose he makes his points when needed”, she says, breathing out a cloud of smoke. “More so when he’s right”.

He’d like to make a quip. A snippy remark, a sarcastic jab. Anything to lighten the mood but there isn’t much to work with at the moment, so he settles for taking another drag of his cigarette.

“...We never should’ve come here”.

There’s truth in what she says. Human nature demands that curiosity be sated at the cost of what may become of it. She knows it, he knows it, but it’s too late for knowing. The damage was done too long ago for regrets to form. The slump in her shoulders says she’s already carrying the weight of too many, some she can’t even recall in a life she isn’t privy to.

The butt of her cigarette is flicked away and her hand comes up to rub against her chest with a frown etched into her face. The convenience of remembering each death she had endured yet not being able to remember her final death from before seemed more and more fucked up everytime she died. And as she said before.

Human curiosity demands to be sated.

The way her fist clenches against her chest plate doesn’t go unnoticed and Attack sighs and rests a comforting hand atop her head of unruly black hair that had been pulled into a messy top knot, her shaved sides visible.

“You’re allowed to be hurt, ya know?” He finally says. It catches her off guard but she doesn’t show it. “You’re allowed to feel hurt and angry and sad. Just...just try not to stay there too long or else getting outs gonna be harder”. She scoffs but allows his hand to remain.

“I wouldn’t have a purpose if I did...”

We in them sad boi hours my dudes ✌🏼😎

As usual, Attack is @guardian-headcanons and Kano is mine.

Shit has been ✨r o u g h✨

#destiny the game #destiny 2 #destiny #destiny hunter #the drifter #destiny 2 fanfiction #fanfiction #writing

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chatsanova · 4 years

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Have Another Go At It and Hope For More Than Change: Ch 1

I’ve been sitting on this AU for a while and quarantine as left me more than enough time to write so here so trauma and angst ML fic. There’s some time fuckery, and swearing, as well as major character deaths (think Infinity War here)

AO3

“Cat Noir get back!” Chaos fills Paris as akuma victims attack from all sides.

“I’m not leaving you, my lady!” Bee, Rena, and Carapace have all fallen. It was just the two of them, with no options left.

“Noir, I’m not asking!” Hawkmoth and Paon, now a lot more powerful than the months before, attacked on both fronts, Le Paon causing large and terrifying creatures from the nightmares of people passed out on the streets. Ladybug lost her yo-yo to the reincarnated Jack-ady, Cat Noir’s staff broken in half by Dark Blade. They both had used through their Miraculous. Cataclysm barely effective, the Lucky Charm postponed the inevitable. They were surrounded by past villains, new and old. Some of them seemed to hold a grudge from the last time they were defeated. These were citizens of Paris that Ladybug had failed. She should have known it wasn’t enough to just capture akumas. She should have gone to the source. She should have been proactive. This was her fault.

“Fall back!” Cat screams but Ladybug’s thoughts drive her to hesitate and in a rumbling of the streets Stoneheart picks up Ladybug crushing her body down hard. She screams in pain and passes out in his hand.

“LADYBUG!” tears spill down his cheeks as he scrambles for some semblance of a plan. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. Today was supposed to be normal.

The booming voice of Hawkmoth shakes the streets, “CAT NOIR, I’VE CAPTURED LADYBUG. I HAVE HER MIRACULOUS. GIVE UP YOURS AND I WILL GRANT YOU YOUR LIFE.”

Cat Noir collapses on the ground, holding back dry heaving sobs. Stoneheart releases Ladybug in front of Hawkmoth, her body drops like a sack of bricks. He can hear the thud. Hawkmoth reaches down. Cat Noir is stuck. Body heavy, tired. He can’t move, solidified to the ground as if he is part of it. He needs to save her. She’s hurt, she’s...about to be revealed. He has to… save her. He rises from the ground.

“I have to say, Cat Noir,” Hawkmoth drags out his words, as if he has all the time in the world, “You... are... loyal. Bring him to me.”

Someone, he doesn’t know who, lifts Cat Noir off the ground to drop him off at Hawkmoth’s feet. He buckles once more, pathetically. His knees are weak, and every muscle in his body shakes from exhaustion. Hawkmoth leans over and removes an earring from Ladybug’s ear. “No,” he attempts to scream, but his voice cracks instead. He wants to close his eyes, for her sake, but it’s too late. Her transformation slips off as Hawkmoth removes the second earring. Marinette. He thought about how he would react to this many nights before. What his reaction might be to seeing who his lady is. Would they see each other and have sudden epiphanies about how much they loved each other and celebrate with a dance atop the Eiffel Tower or the Notre Dame Cathedral? Together they could do anything. A joyful celebration of mutual love and respect seems so far away it might as well be a different universe. He sobs. He sees everything that she is. He loves her and didn’t save her. He didn’t stop this. He never ever wanted it to be this way. Quickly, pushing the hurt from his mind, he remembers where is his: on his knees in front of Hawkmoth. His sobs turn to anger.

“I can see it in you, Cat Noir. You’d do anything for her.” He’s tired and stiff, but can still retort with, “Including kill you.” If Ladybug and Cat Noir were balanced, and Ladybug was gone, what was he capable of?

“Bold words from someone who can barely stand. But you are missing the point. You and I, we are the same.” Ah yes, that thing villains love to do: pretend they are heroes after taking over the entire city of Paris.

“Don’t you ever compare me to you.” he spits at Hawkmoth’s feet.

“I would also do anything for the woman I love. That’s what this is all for. I lost my wife, and I intend to get her back.”

Then Le Paon walks out rolling a woman in a glass tube out onto the roof where they stand, then walks away again. Apparently she has better things to do. When he sees the encased woman, Cat Noir’s heart plummets. If it was possible to feel worse, kneeling next to Marinette’s limp body, he did. His mother. His mother is in that tube. My wife. Cat Noir retches.

“With the powers of the Ladybug’s and Cat Noir’s miraculous, I can bring her back to me. Nothing else matters. Nothing.”

“Not even your son?”

“What?”

“Tell me Hawkmoth, where is your son right now?”

Hawkmoth looks around, confused, “Who said anything about a son?”

“I did,” Cat Noir stands once more, leaning on the building if only to try to remove the sick, bitter feeling in his stomach. He replaces it with rages. Through gritted teeth, he says, “That’s Emelie Agreste. Which makes you Gabriel. Which makes me your son. Am I going too fast?”

“No, it’s not- it’s not possible!”

“Then where’s your son, Gabriel?” The blood drains from the villain’s face. The darkness in Adrien, the one the was almost required for someone to be Cat Noir, the miraculous of destruction, shows itself in the moments that he has lost everything, “Did you lose him in the chaos?” With the upper hand, he makes the choice to walk closer to Hawkmoth, “No, I think you lost him a long time ago. Yeah, around the same you lost her,” Adrien points finger roughly at his mother, “When we lost her. But no, there’s no we. There never was, was there, dad?” he spit the word so hard Gabriel looked stricken. Not a word, a bullet. “Now looks at this bitter irony, huh? Neither even realized it. HA! We never realized we were living under the same fucking roof as our sworn enemy!” he laughs in a scary, hysterical way that turns into a coughing fit, which causes a huge pang of pain throughout his body. Hawkmoth, stupid fucking Hawkmoth, stands there with a dumb look on his face.

“Adrien,” the word hurts him, “you can help me. You can help me bring your mother back. Just give me your miraculous!”

“Fuck you.”

“Adrien, I can fix everything! I can fix your mother! I can fix us! I can fix the whole world! Just give m--”

“Fuck. You. You’re delusional. You always have been! I thought it was some form of protection like you wanted to save me or something. But obviously it’s just so I wouldn’t stand in your way. Let’s send Adrien to this stupid charity event! Or this fucking photoshoot! Let’s keep him from the outside world completely and totally, that will keep him out of my hair! You are so stupid. You are so fucking dumb. And I WAS THE ONE STOPPING YOU! THE WHOLE TIME! HAHAHA. You wanted me out of your hair! HAHAHA” As his laughter crescendoed so did the pain. “Adrien, if you don’t give it to me, I will take it from you.”

The crazed smile on Cat Noir’s face drops suddenly, “Go for it. You ripped everything I love away, what’s one more, right? I’m not gonna give you the satisfaction of giving it to you, you better kill me first. Rip it off my cold dead hand. Kill your son to bring back your wife. Go for it, asshole.” Le Paon appears again, “That can be arranged,” and Adrien hears a gunshot. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Adrien woke up in a comfy bed in a large room.

The first thought that crossed his mind was “Am I dead?” No, wait. Of course not. Why did he think that? There was a dream. A weird dream.

“Adrien, mon cher, wake up you’re going to be late for school!” a woman’s voice comes from behind the door.

“Oui, oui, mère, Je suis réveillé.” For a moment the word “mère” feels weird on his tongue, but that quickly passes. He dresses in his normal clothes and goes downstairs to find his mother and father sitting at the table with a plate of tartine waiting for him. Once again, something feels off, only for a moment. Maybe it was that dream? There was a sudden surge of hate and bitterness toward his father before pushing it away. It would be strange to feel angry for something his father did in a dream.

“You’d better hurry, darling, Gorilla’s waiting outside.”

“Yeah, I’d better go. Love you!”

A chorus of nonchalant I love you’s follow him out the door.

“Good morning, Gorilla, how are you today.”

“Monsieur Adrien, are you okay?”

“Of course, I am, why would you think otherwise?”

“Well, monsieur, you’re crying.” Adrien reaches up to his cheek to find wet trails down his face. How could he be crying? “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s almost, well, happy?”

“I see. Well, I’m glad you’re in such a good mood!”

“Right…” Adrien looked at his hand, perplexed by the wetness from tears he didn’t even realize he had. _______________

The feeling of wrongness followed Adrien all day. He didn’t know where it came from, but his stomach was just a little wobbly. His friends were there, Alya, Nino, Chloe. They talked in the hallway. Chloe had had a very weird dream and started on a tangent, “And this butterfly just comes up and possesses me…” Nino looked oddly interested, odd only because he’s never had any interest in Chloe’s weird tangents before.

But before he could dwell too long on Chloe’s dream, Marinette walked in. She was just AURATING with wrong. Everything about her. There was nothing different that he could see, her dark, black hair fell down to lay on her shoulders, she wore a black v-neck t-shirt, black ripped jeans with a blue jean jacket. Her lips tinted red. Beautiful as always, but still, something felt off. He was sort of getting sick of this feeling, but then he noticed to look on Alya’s face, who was looking straight at Marinette.

“You feel it too.” He interrupted Chloe.

“What?” Alya snapped out of her daze to look at Adrien’s concerned face.

“The feeling. It’s been following me all day,” Adrien ignored Chloe’s offended face at being ignored, but Alya’s eyes widened, in confusion or fear, Adrien didn’t know.

“What feeling, dude?” Nino pulled himself away from his own thoughts.

“The feeling of complete and utter wrong.”

“Like reverse deja-vu.” Alya said suddenly, “Like something should feel familiar but doesn’t.”

“Exactly.”

“Do you guys listen to me at all? That’s what I’m saying! This butterfly thing didn’t feel like a dream! It felt like a memory,” Chloe added, “That’s impossible, right?”

Nino looked down and said, “I think what’s more impossible is I had the same dream.”

They all turned to look at him.

“Ok, so what the hell is going on?” Adrien tried to reel himself in. It’s one thing to have a weird dream and a weird feeling, it’s an entirely different thing to have his friends experience the exact same thing.

“It’s probably a coincidence,” Nino said, “maybe we were watching the same YouTube video or some shit, the YouTube algorithms do that now.”

“Yeah, could be, or maybe that doesn’t make any sense at all.” Chloe thwacked his arm.

“Alya, did you have that dream?” Nino asked.

“I had one a little different. There was no purple butterfly but there was an arrow followed by a huge hateful feeling. It still felt weird though. What about you Adrien?”

“I did have a dream, I just… ugh, I don’t remember it as well. I just remember my father and the feeling of betrayal and a girl…I think she was dead, or unconscious or something,” He ran his fingers through his hair, “I just don’t remember it, but it sucked.”

“So we all had major crap dreams. What does that mean?” Chloe leaned against a locker, inspecting a fingernail.

“Well,” Alya considered, “Maybe let’s focus on the wrong feeling. We feel it more in different places, yeah? What feels wrong?”

“My entire house feels off,” Adrien thought about his big house, his mom, his father, the chorus of I love you’s. It felt nice. It felt happy. It felt wrong. As crappy as that was, his big happy house with the happy family felt so wrong it gave him vertigo.

“The news. Ladybug feels wrong.”

“Lady..bug?”

“Yeah, she was wreaking havoc all over again.” Yep, that definitely felt wrong.

“What feels the most wrong?”

“Marinette.” Alya’s eyes grew distant. The four of them collectively turned to Marinette, Who was talking to Kim as they entered the classroom. The pit in Adrien’s stomach got bigger and emptier.

“Adrien? Are you okay?” Nino glanced over at him. This wasn’t the first time he’s been asked that today, but it felt so much worse than earlier. This was heartbreak. Love and loss. It went away as suddenly as it came, but Nino had caught it, “You’re crying.”

So he was. The first time had been of joy, but this was a wave of brokenness. He needed to find out what the hell was going on.

“I hate this. I hate this guessing game. Why do we feel like this? WHAT. IS. GOING. ON.” he slung his backpack over his shoulder and marched inside the classroom and slammed his hand in front Marinette. She barely looked up at him. Wrong.

“Blondie.”

“Do you feel it?” Now she looked up.

“What?”

“Do you feel what we feel?”

“Are you crazy?” He felt a little crazy, but goddamn this day was the thing doing it. Marinette was the one doing it. She looked at him straight in the eye.

“The feeling that something...is wrong.”

“HA!” The laugh was bitter, “No, Adrien, I don’t feel what you’re feeling.” She rolled her eyes. Wrong.

“Um, Adrien, maybe not.” Alya pulled his arm away from the desk.

“Yeah, maybe cut her some slack.” Nino’s eyes looked sympathetic. Even Chloe looked like she just saw Adrien kick a puppy. They pulled him into the hallway.

“Maybe approaching Marinette like that after what happened to her parents isn't such a good idea, Adrien.”

“Her... parents?”

All three of them narrowed their eyes and furrowed their eyebrows in concern.

Alya started slowly, “Ladybug was involved with an attack on the Dupain-Cheng bakery.” Chloe pulled the news article up on her phone and showed him.

Oh right, Adrien didn’t remember until he did, if that made any sense, Marinette’s parents died 3 months ago.

Wrong. Wrong, so very wrong. The feeling made his tongue swell and his stomach into a pit. As Alya said it, her face twisted.

“Adrien, why do you seem more affected by it?” Nino mused, “You seem to “remember” less, you know? What else do you not remember?”

“How the hell am I supposed to answer th-” Adrien was cut off by a rumbling through the floor, “What was that?” The rumbling turned into straight-up shaking. Then the sound. It was deafening. Everyone in the class started screaming at once. There was screaming from outside. The rumbling lasted for what seemed like minutes and then trickled to a stop. Chloe frantically searched her phone but it didn’t take long to find out what had happened; she gasped at her phone, horrified. “Chlo?” The phone fell from her grasp and she buckled, “Chloe?” Alya and Nino rushed to her aide asking if she was okay, but she burst into tears. It wasn’t until Adrien picked up her now shattered phone that he saw what she was looking at: A live feed of the news played faintly from the speakers as the famous Parisian Hotel Chloe called home collapsed.“Oh my god.”

Chloe wailed from the floor as the rest of the class asked what happened, they must have seen the horror on Adrien’s face as everyone continued to panic.

“Adrien, what’s going on?”

“What happened?”

“Was it Ladybug?”

Adrien took a shaky breath and exhaled slowly, “Le Grand Paris collapsed.” Alya’s face went slack.

“WHAT?”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN COLLAPSED?”

“WHAT COULD HAVE DONE THAT?”

Everyone seemed to have questions that already had an answer, it was Ladybug, obviously, she had caused the building to collapse but it was Marinette who asked the question that really needed asking: “How many people were inside?”

She looked distantly on the floor, numb from the events that had already happened in her life. This world, the wrong world that it was, was a war zone. Ladybug vs Paris. And Ladybug was winning.

The class went quiet, the only sounds heard came from Chloe on the ground, fetal position, dry sobbing, her voice scratched all the ears in the room. Adrien looked at his phone for more headlines only to see the same thing:

“SUPERVILLAIN STRIKES AGAIN AT LE GRAND PARIS”

“INVESTIGATION ON THE COLLAPSE OF PARIS HOTEL, IS LADYBUG INVOLVED?”

“WILL LADYBUG’S REIGN OF TERROR EVER END???”

“THE MAYOR OF PARIS, ANDRE BOURGEOIS AND WIFE CONFIRMED DEAD ON THE SCENE”

Marinette stood, the only one to seem to have her wits about her, and moved to Chloe.

“Hey, Chloe, come here.” She wrapped her arms around the blonde, who reciprocated. She let her cry. They had hated each other for years and years, but now was not the time for past rivalries. It hadn’t been since Mari’s parents… Well, there were far more important things. Far worse things.

Alya stood too, “Adrien...does it say anything about the other survivors?”

“It’s all too new, they… they only started investigating.”

“There’s no investigating to be done. It’s Ladybug. It has to be.” Alya clenched her fists. Nino put his hand on her shoulder.

“Well, yeah, but unless you can capture a supervillain there doesn’t seem to be a lot we can do.”

“WHERE IS THE GODDAMN TEACHER?” Alya slammed her fist on a nearby desk, “Aren’t there supposed to be some fucking adults here? Why are we dealing with this by OURSELVES?” It was a good question. They were in a room a 16-17 year olds, this was a national tragedy. Where was everyone?

At that, the class seemed to come out of their stupor and went to work. Max started setting up a live feed of the news on the projector, Kim and Alix ran to other classrooms to check if they were alright. No teachers there either, turns out. The rest got on their phones to see if their loved ones were ok. Adrien finally called his dad.

“Dad? Are you and mom okay?”

“We’re fine, are you with Chloe? Is she okay?”

“No, she’s not, but we are helping her.”

“Okay. Adrien, your mom says to stay inside, it’s a war zone out there, alright?” Adrien glanced out the window, debris and ash flooded the sky.

“Yeah, we’ll stay here.”

“Good, love you, son.”

“Love you too, Dad.” Adrien didn’t have time to dwell on the foreign feeling from the conversation. Suddenly the feeling in the pit of his stomach had virtually nothing to do with his dad and entirely to do with Ladybug. More students gathered in their classroom and Max’s live feed came onto the screen.

“Updates from Le Grand Paris, officials are pulling survivors from the wreckage, but so far only a few of the hundreds in the hotel seem to be alive. Among the dead, the mayor of Paris and his wife Andre and Andrey Bourgeois, rockstar Jagged Stone and many many more. Among the survivors are most of the kitchen staff, who had been in kitchens in the basement during the collapse.” Alya tried to hold in her relief, especially surrounded by so much tragedy, but hearing her mom is likely alive was the best news she received all day. “It is advised the people in Paris, especially within 4 miles of the hotel stay inside for the time being. The air is currently not safe to breathe due to ash and debris.”

After a few hours of painstaking waiting, Adrien decided to do something, it wasn’t the right time or place, but it seemed as though there was no other option, “Nino, Alya, Chloe, Marinette. Can I please talk to you in the hallway?”

Chloe had stopped sobbing a little while ago, too exhausted for more tears. Now she looked distant and numb, like Marinette had when the Le Grande Paris collapsed.

“Chloe, actually, if you don’t want to be a part of this--”

“Don’t, Agreste…” she threw her hand up to stop him from suggesting that she should be anywhere other than right here and stood, “Now more than ever, I know that something is very wrong. We need to fix it. And that starts with her,” Chloe pointed a thumb at Marinette.

“What? What does that mean?”

“Come on,” Adrien put his hand out to help Marinette off the floor. She’d been sitting with Chloe the whole time. She didn’t accept his hand, and stood herself.

“I don’t know what you guys think I’m responsible for but I’m not. Please just leave me out of it.” Marinette didn’t really look him in the eye, and futzed with her bangs.

“Mari, please.” The nickname made her squint at him, but his face was so pleading and panicked that she relented pretty quickly. He wasn’t alone in his resolve to look for a solution, a real solution that apparently no one else in Paris had, and all the people that did were crushed under Le Grand Paris.

Marinette followed Adrien out of the room to find Alya, Nino, and Chloe suddenly hush their conversation.

“Alright, what are you talking about?” Marinette crossed her arms.

“At most, solutions, at least, answers.” Nino shrugged.

“What makes you think I have them?”

“What all had weirdly eerie dreams last night, very similar to each other.” Adrien was talking softly, tiptoeing around her and possibly Chloe, like they were fragile. It pissed Mari off. Mari had come to realize Chloe as one of the strongest people she knew, bookended by these past few hours and right this second. She had lost her parents, and while surely still grieving, pushes for answers and solutions. She wasn’t fragile, not ever.

“Listen, Agreste, I didn’t have a dream last night, or the night before, or the night before that. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Honestly, Marinette, neither do I."

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bwemph · 4 years

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Avenge Her

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 2,531

Summary: After a failed mission, you look for an escape from the grief. Steve promises he’s here for you, though you turn to other methods of coping.

Warnings: Drunk reader, minor character death, angst, fluff

A/N: This is a fic from my old blog Purpleocity. All future fics will be posted here at bwemph :)

The low hum of the quinjet was the only thing keeping you sane right now. Although, perhaps it was only furthering your nerves. You weren’t sure. You also weren’t sure why your heart pounded so hard that you felt it all over your body and your throat was nearly sealed shut. This was routine. Taking trainees on missions always went fine as long as you followed protocol. Why was this time any different? You zoned out on Natasha talking the trainees through what was going to happen next. They all nodded in understanding and broke away to prepare for the mission. It would be fine, right? Business as usual. All you had to do was supervise. A hand on your arm startled you, and you looked up sharply at who had pulled you from your thoughts.

“Geez, you’re seriously tense. You okay?”

You smiled softly, ruffling the trainee’s hair. “I’m fine, Mich, just a little anxious I guess.”

Michelle sighed, rolling her eyes a little as she pulled her now mussed hair into a ponytail. “C’mon, y/n, you do this all the time. I know you’re only worried because I’m here.” It was her first mission, so of course you were concerned. She was growing up so quick. You remembered when she was growing up she was like the little sister you never had. Now she’s suddenly grown up and going on missions with you and the Avengers, for god’s sake! Where did that time go? Where did that shy little toddler go?

You shifted uncomfortably, crossing your arms a little tighter in an attempt to hug away the anxiety. You mustered a smile and gave a playful nudge to Michelle’s side. “I’m only worried because I told Aunt Wendy I’d take care of you. I’d hate to feel her wrath if something were to happen.”

Michelle scoffed. “Please, my mom is the least threatening person in the entire universe.” She touched your shoulder, her gaze turning a little more serious. “It’s okay if you’re scared, but we’re gonna be just fine. Agent Keates said this is totally routine and they’ve checked this building like a hundred times before us. All you have to do is make sure we aren’t at each other’s throats.” She laughed a little.

You shot a glance to the other side of the quinjet, your eyes passing over a few of the other trainees before locking with Steve’s. His lips were curled in a smile, and he shot a wink at you. You giggled and pulled a face, and felt your shoulders relax a little. You mirrored his one quirked eyebrow.

“Ooookay, I’m going over here where I’m not getting in the way of your eye sex with the Captain.” Michelle excused herself and joined a small cluster of trainees.

You laughed, clearing your throat as you paced to Steve.

“You doing okay?” he asked as he took a few steps closer to you before running a hand down your arm, making you loosen your grip around yourself.

Letting out a long breath, you nodded and passed a hand over your eyes. “I’m handling,” you responded.

“I know you care about Michelle, but you can’t protect her forever.” He took your hand.

You furrowed your brows. “Why do you think she has anything to do with this?”

Half of his mouth curved up, a soft laugh escaping. “Wild guess.”

You laughed as well, leaning against the wall of the jet. “And a good one,” you admitted, eyes dropping to your feet.

“She’ll have to grow up sooner or later.”

You gave a quiet laugh and held up your free hand, resigning. “You’re right, you’re right.” You shrugged a little as the jet landed. “It’ll be okay.”

Steve nodded. “That’s right.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and squeezed your hand before letting it go to deliver further instructions to the trainees.

The comms crackled a little as Natasha or Steve murmured back and forth. Every so often you’d confirm a statement or something of the like. Your footsteps echoed in the expanse of the now empty warehouse, save for the trainees performing their duties and several old crates and packages. You tried to keep your sigh silent as you skirted the edges of the room. You passed through a doorway into another empty room where a few agents-to-be sifted through old documents and such, pulling out whatever they deemed useful to the case. The fading HYDRA emblems on the walls and computers sent a chill down your spine. This base hadn’t been touched in several years, even before the supposed downfall of the organization, but these computers seemed too new to have been abandoned before at least 2015. Wouldn’t someone have noticed that? Your eyes narrowed, and you glanced around the room again, examining a currently unoccupied desktop. You clicked the mouse and it booted up, whirring a little.

Clicking through some of the documents, you searched the most recently opened, the newest one having only been edited a few hours ago. Your eyes widened, and your heart rate sped up quicker than before. You whipped around to face the trainees.

“We need to get out of here.” Your voice was dead serious. “Get out!” You ushered the trainees out and spoke through the comms, “We need to evacuate the building. We’re not alone.”

As you and the trainees emerged from the room, there were several HYDRA grunts restraining the young SHIELD agents. Several more rushed forward and held the rest of you at gunpoint. Soon, Steve and Natasha were led in, but the rest of the trainees were missing. You looked frantically around the room, and your gaze landed on Michelle, whose eyes were almost as wide as yours.

A man who looked like he was in charge ordered a few agents to begin interrogating the trainees. Your eyes again travelled to Michelle, fear gripping your chest as one of the grunts began asking her questions. She held her tongue defiantly.

The murmur in the room grew louder as interrogators became impatient with the stubborn trainees. It seemed that one of the agents lost their patience, and the white noise was momentarily silenced by a gunshot which echoed through the room. Everyone ducked. You pulled out your pistol and began firing at the enemy.

“Y/n, Nat, you guys okay?” Steve asked through comms.

You glanced around and saw his shield reflecting what little light came through the windows. “For the time being,” you replied, reloading ammo before firing again.

“Somewhat,” Natasha spoke, “I’ve been hit.” Her shots still echoed despite her injury.

“We’ll get you out of here,” Steve assured. He proceeded to dish out orders to the rest of the trainees.

You ducked behind a stack of empty plastic containers, which burst apart as bullets flew and collided with them. Ducking out of the way of more gunfire, you made a beeline for Michelle. “Mich, I’m coming for you. Hold your ground as long as you can.”

“I’m fine!” she exclaimed, her voice breaking in and out through the communicators. “Get out of here!”

You stumbled as a stack of crates nearly fell on top of you. “I’m not out of this building until you are!”

Michelle’s gunfire echoed, countering the sound of the enemies’ weapons. “Go!”

You tripped and fell as a box of metallic pieces fell against your back, the impact dazing you for a few moments. When you regained your wits, you pushed yourself to your feet, but the sound of Michelle’s pained shriek paralyzed you again. Your eyes grew wide as she crumpled to the ground. You sped forward, collapsing to your knees and cradling her. You shot down her attacker and dragged her behind a tower of crates to escape gunfire.

Her breaths were labored and she grasped desperately at your forearms. “Y/n?” she croaked.

You held her hand, cringing a little as she clamped onto it with all her remaining strength. “Hey, hey you’re okay,” you soothed, pressing your other hand to the wound in her chest. “You’re gonna be just fine.” You tried to keep your wits about you as you comforted her.

She started gasping for her breaths. “Y/n,” she wheezed, fingers curled into your sleeve.

“I’m here, Mich.” You held pressure to her chest as best you could.

“I’m scared.”

Your heart dropped and you bit your lip as you held her close. “I know, Mich. We’re gonna get you out of here.”

“Y/n, where are you?” Steve asked, his voice somewhat alarmed.

You looked up, noting how the remaining living trainees were gone. You did your best to ignore the bodies littering the floor. “I’m still in the building. I’m with Michelle.”

“Get her out of there!” Natasha broke in.

“What do you think I’m trying to do?!”

Michelle’s hand found your cheek, and despite her ragged breaths, she spoke calmer than before. “Get out of here before they get you too.”

You shook your head. “There’s no way I’m leaving you here.”

She gave a weak smile. “Watch out for my mom,” she laughed softly, “she packs a mean punch.”

You held back tears and hugged her close, sobbing as she exhaled a last breath. A HYDRA agent limped up to you; you retaliated by shooting him far more times than necessary. You almost couldn’t bring yourself to stand and exit the building, dodging more gunfire from remaining agents.

Everything seemed blurred and distorted as you stumbled back to the quinjet. You took off immediately, and you did not speak for the whole flight back to the compound.

The sun had long since set by the time you returned. Most everyone was silent, save for the nurses and doctors rushing to meet the jet to tend to Natasha and the other wounded trainees. Stoically, you left the jet. You heard Steve’s heavy footfalls jogging to catch up with you. He walked quietly next to you.

Eventually, in a soft tone, he spoke, “Are you okay?”

Your eyes welled with tears, making you bite your lips to hold back the sobs that tried to escape. Steve’s hand grazed yours, but you pulled it away. “I’m going to bed,” you said. Your voice only shook a little. “Goodnight, Steve.” You gave a brave, albeit half hearted smile and with that, turned a corner to go to your room.

The tears didn’t stop flowing until you were sure you were going to waste away from dehydration. You were surprised Steve hadn’t come to check on you. He knew you often preferred to be left alone in times like this, but that didn’t usually stop him. You found yourself staring at the wall for an absurd amount of time. Your mind raced through today’s events over and over again, and you tried to come up with a way you could have stopped it. If only you had been faster. If only you were paying more attention. If only you could have taken her place. At least she would have been alright.

Hours passed like minutes and yet like eternities. Sleep eluded you, and you had lost hope of catching the so desired slumber. At least if you slept you could escape. That’s what you needed: an escape.

Somehow you found the willpower to get up and find something to drink. You glanced at the clock as you entered the small kitchen/common area, your pounding dehydration induced headache inhibiting your ability to read it for quite some time. You eventually concluded it was about half past 2 AM. You grabbed a glass and a bottle of Tony’s Tequila. The next little while was a blur.

You were collapsed on a couch straining to reach the bottle on the table when Steve stumbled in, groggily rubbing his eyes. He didn’t seem to notice you as he filled and downed a glass of water. Your fingertips grazed the bottle, tipping it over onto the floor. It rolled a few feet away. You groaned and swore quietly.

“Y/n?” he said, lowering his glass. “What are you doing?”

You frowned. “I can’t reach.” You pointed at the somewhat drained bottle of tequila as it rolled aimlessly around on the floor. You made grabby hands.

“Are you drunk?”

“No…” You blinked at him and cleared your throat. “Well, I’m not as think as you drunk I am,” you insisted. You furrowed your brow, realizing that wasn’t quite right. Steve shuffled over with a deep sigh and helped you to your feet. “Where are we going?” you asked as he tugged on your wrist, making you stumble forward a little.

“Back to bed.” He steadied you and kissed your temple.

You stifled a yawn. “I’m not tired.” You didn’t bother protesting as he stopped to fill you a glass of water and then proceeded to lead you back to your room.

You sat on the bed and watched Steve switch on the lamp and pull back the covers for you, and you found yourself struggling to keep your eyelids from drooping. You found yourself settling in next to Steve, his arm wrapped tightly around you.

“Talk to me,” he said, his voice gentle as he stroked your arm.

You nuzzled your face into his chest, taking a deep breath in and muffling your voice as you spoke. “Hmm. Why?”

He laughed softly, entwining his fingers with yours, but his demeanor grew more serious. “Look, I know right now isn’t a good time for this conversation, but you don’t have to act like you’re okay all the time. You’re not alone.” He kissed your forehead. “We’re all devastated by what happened.” You snarled a little, hoping if you just hid your face it would make the sadness go away. Steve went on, “You can talk to any of us, you know that. You can talk to me.” He looked at you sincerely, smoothing your hair. “I know what it feels like to lose someone you love.”

You sniffled a little, a few tiny tears trickling from the corners of your eyes despite your circumstance. You felt somewhat sobered by the heartache, but your brain was still foggy. “I was supposed to watch out for her, y’know?” You paused, swallowing a sob. “I could’ve saved her.”

Steve let you cry whatever was left, hugging and kissing you whenever he saw fit. He let you vent a little more before it morphed into sobs intertwined with the occasional half sentence. He hushed you. “One thing I’ve learned is that you just keep looking ahead when it’s hard. We’re the Avengers, remember?”

His point clicked despite your clouded thoughts.

“Avenge her.”

You smiled, drifting off as he continued speaking, the low hum in his chest lulling you to sleep despite your impending hangover. You decided future Y/n would have to deal with it in the morning. The last thing you remembered him telling you was how beautiful you were, and how proud of you he always was.

“I love you, Steve,” you slurred. “Thank you…”

“Of course. I love you too.” He kissed you and held you firmly, letting you slip away into a peaceful, and surprisingly, dreamless sleep.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #captain america #captain america x reader #chris evans #the first avenger #the winter soldier #civil war #avengers #the avengers #infinity war #endgame #reader insert

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 4 years

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The Towa Assault.

[Towa City, Towa Tower, 8:02pm]

Aah...I remember the good old days when this place used to be my...

Sorry...OUR base of operations...

So...we’re really doing this?

Yeah...It’s now, or never...!

So...do we have a plan?

Hm? Don’t need one.

*Splutter* Wh-What!? B-But there could be a whole damn army in there!

It doesn’t matter how many of them are in there...!

Agreed. I’m not in the mood for strategizing...

Why not!?

Can’t you tell? These guys probably aren’t all that smart.

If they’re dumb enough to hurt Komaru, then they’re basically asking us to teach them a lesson.

Ugh...seriously?

*Nagisa gives up complaining and walks with the other warriors towards the door to the tower.

Hey! What should I do?

Stay out here and be useless?

Seriously!?

No, I need you to do a job for me.

Stand guard here and strike down any assholes who try to escape.

Oh! I get it. Mwehehe! Gotcha!

*Inside the tower, several of the adults are lounging around when the Warriors step in.

Hey! Tower’s off limits to everyone but us assholes. Or did you miss the sign?

W-Wait a second! Y-You’re-

Hey guys. So this is the building where you cut off my Big Sis’s leg, huh!?

Not another step!

We’re gonna ask you this once. Where is Haiji Towa?

You really think we’re gonna tell you shit?

We want your boss, not you trash...!

What he said.

Shut the fuck up! Fine then, if you want a fight, bring it on!

I thought you’d never say that...!

[Music]

Get them!

Hragh!

UGH!

*Two of the goons rush at the Warriors of Hope, but Masaru delivers two decisive fists to their gut.

Eat this!

AAH!

*Nagisa shoots three others with his plasma gun.

Hragh!

*Masaru punches the 6th one out cold.

C’mon! Let’s go!

*The warriors burst into the next room.

What the hell-Hey!

HRAAAGGGH!!

AAAAAHHH!!

*Quick as a flash, Masaru runs up to the nearest goon and punches his arm hard enough to break it. He then gets behind him and knocks him out with an elbow to the head.

RAGH!

RAGAH!

*A second enemy tries to attack Masaru with a knife, but Kotoko brings out her axe and counters.

What the hell is going on in here!?

*A few other enemies step into the room.

Dammit! There’s no end to them! THIS is why we should have thought of a plan!

*Nagisa says this as he begins to shoot electric rounds at the enemies.

Well, it’s a little late now. I wouldn’t worry.

*Jataro readies a bomb and throws it towards the crowd of goons.

AAAACCCK!!

*The bomb explodes and throws all of them at the wall, knocking them out.

C’mon! We gotta hurry! Haiji’s probably getting ready to escape!

Y-You’re not going ANYWHEEEEEERRE!

Ah!

H-Hey! What gives!

Shit!

*One of the enemies that Masaru defeated before gets up on his arms and knees and firmly grabs Masaru and Jataro.

*BAM!*

There they are! KILL THEM ALL!

JUST! STAY! DOWN!

*Jataro tries to pry himself free of the mans grip while Masaru kicks him repeatedly in the head.

Guys! Go! We’ll be fine!

Yeah, but-

Did you not hear him!? We need to go!

Right...Good luck you guys!

If you find Haiji before us, teach him a lesson he’ll never forget!

*BAM!*

*Kotoko and Nagisa kick open another door.

There they are! Kick their asses!

*There are three enemies in the hallway. Two of them rush at the Warriors while the third pulls out a gun.

Hragh!

Gagh!

Oof!

Ugh!

*Kotoko and Nagisa deliver heavy blows to the two goons faces.

Duck!

Wah!

*Monaca’s shout allows Nagisa to just narrowly dodge an incoming bullet.

Sheesh! That was close!

Hm...

Got it!

*Monaca suddenly grabs one of the two goons and holds him in front of her. The other man readies his gun, and aims.

W-Wait! Don’t shoot!

Tcch! You fucking coward! Let go of him!

Heheheheheee...And why would I do that?

*Monaca slowly draws closer towards the man with the gun, alongside her hostage. She powers up her drill as she draws near.

Aah...Aaaah...!

*The man panics.

...

Sike!

AABABBABABABBA!!!

*Monaca suddenly ducks, and as she does, Nagisa shoots an electric charge over her head, hitting the man dead on.

Nice shot!

*Monaca throws her hostage against the wall and gives him a concussion by whacking him on the head with the drill. The three of them rush towards a set of stairs.

Found them! Now let’s kick their ass!

*There are another 4 enemies at the top of the stairs. One of them has a gun.

Ugh! Seriously!? Did gun laws in the country change in the 8 years I’ve been gone!?

No, they’re the same as ever...

Just another reason for us to lay waste to these guys! RAAAGH!

HAHAA!

*Kotoko and Monaca run into the unarmed guys, taking them down with their weapons. Nagisa begins to shoot past them at the man with the gun.

Bitch!

*He aims at Monaca and pulls the trigger. Monaca uses her drill to deflect the bullet and runs at him.

Too slow...!

AAH!

*She runs the drill in the center of his chest and activates it, sending him spinning around at a ludicrous speed. He flies off the drill and crashes into the wall, leaving a dent.

Not much farther now! Let’s go!

Hey! Guys!

You’re ok!

Masaru! Jataro! You guys are alright!?

Pfft! They were nothing!

Come on! Let’s go! There’s no time to waste!

Hm?

AH! EVERYBODY GET DOWN!

WAH!

AAH!

HAAH!

*Nagisa knocks everyone except Monaca down as the men at the top of the next staircase throw down a grenade.

Hm? Grenades? I’ll show you grenades! Serial Killer Bomb Punishment!

*In what seems like an extraordinary feat for someone like him, Jataro runs up the stairs, bounds off the wall and lobs one of his bombs up the stairs. There is a lot of screaming and then an explosion.

Ghaha! *cough* *cough!*

...

*The warriors emerge from the smoke, brandishing their methods of attack.

I’ll kill ya!

Woah! He’s got a gun!

Enough with the guns already!

RAGH!

*Kotoko smashes the guy with her axe and Masaru runs in and delivers a heavy blow to his skull.

Hmph!

*As several guys rush at Monaca, she plants her drill into the ground and handstands on top of it. She activates it and she begins to spin around.

OOF!

ACK!

HAACK!

OW!

*She spreads her legs out and kicks any of the enemies who come near her.

Nagisa! Shoot this!

Huh? Got it!

*Jataro throws a bomb and Nagisa shoots it midair. The electricity in the gun supercharges the bomb.

Duck and cover!

*Kotoko, Nagisa, Monaca, Masaru and Jataro all jump behind some furniture in the room as the bomb explodes. All the enemies in the room are knocked back and smash into the walls.

I can’t believe that worked...!

...Hey...? How far left to go?

...If I remember correctly...

Right...If Haiji is here, then he’s gonna be right through that door.

Then let’s go rip him a new one!

*CRASH*

Th-They’re here!

*Masaru breaks the door open.

...!?

What the...?

Teenage Girl: Teehehe!

Other Teenage Girl: Haha!

*The sight that the the warriors walk in on is a...strange one. A catwalk seems to be set up in the middle of the room, with 4 girls, at least 14 years old, doing a strut dance on it.

Wow...8 Years and my brother hasn’t changed a bit...

This is sick...!

*The girls continue their dance, and for the finale, they all get on their knees, to reveal a man standing in the middle of their circle...

...And voila...Like the performance?

I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.

*Clapping* Not bad actually. If it wasn’t for how morally screwed up it is, then I’d be cheering those girls on!

...

Mmyeees?

*Sigh* And here I was thinking that this whole situation couldn’t get any worse...

And then YOU show up...after all these years...Is the universe trying to spite me?

I ran out of oxygen tanks, so I came back home to grab some more. I thought I’d stop by for a bit though.

Why does your reason keep changing!?

Well, as weird as it sounds, I’m actually glad you guys are here. I have something I need to show you.

*Haiji leans in to the showgirls.

Girls. You might wanna get out of here. Things are gonna get a little gruesome, ok?

*The girls giggle and briskly walk away.

Now...let’s get this party started...!

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa ultra despair girls #drae #haiji towa #monaca towa #nagisa shingetsu #masaru daimon #kotoko utsugi #jataro kemuri #kurokuma #ultra despair gang arc

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losingmymindtonight · 5 years

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Ok, but speaking of The West Wing, that scene when Pres. Bartlett is being rolled into emergency surgery on a freaking gurney after being SHOT and is just like "If I don't speak to my daughter in the next minute I'm gonna start throwing punches" cause Zoey was throwing up... Have you ever seen something more Irondad than that?

I’ve been wanting to write this since I saw that episode and since one of my favorite authors brought it up, I must fulfill. And THEN I hear that it was your birthday, so now it’s MANDATORY that I offer you writing as a ceremonial gift. It’s not nearly as much as you deserve, but I hope it’s something!

WARNINGS: gun violence, hospitals, surgeries, mentions of vomit, mentions of shock

–

Tony had been in a lot of firefights in his time, but he never got used to them.

He didn’t really know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. If it showed that he’d retained some of his humanity, or if it proved that he had always been ill-suited to the superhero job.

Then again, when the popping of gunfire went off and the world exploded into shattered glass and screaming, none of that philosophical pondering really mattered anymore.

Someone shoved him to the ground within a second of the first shot. The breath whooshed out of his lungs, sidewalk digging into his palms. There was shouting in his ears, the scrabble of shoes right next to his face, and then he was being hauled up. Shielded. Pushed up, down, forward. His knees his concrete, grass, asphalt. He scrabbled to call the suit, but then he remembered that he didn’t have it. He didn’t have it.

Screw Ross and his laws. Screw the Accords. Just… Just screw it all.

More gunfire. To his left, someone screamed.

A car door swung open right in front of his face, and someone shoved him inside.

Tires squealed. The car jerked as it hit a curb.

He gasped in air. Someone was talking to his right. The same someone that had pushed him down, had been shouting.

In the adrenaline drop of after, he realized that it was Rhodey. Because of course it was Rhodey. Of course.

The Colonel (which was a title that would never sit right in Tony’s gut, because the man would always just be his best friend, would always be the nerdy 18 year old who scooped him up at MIT and never let him go) was sitting beside him in the backseat, hand resting heavy on his shoulder. He looked easy and calm, especially for a man who had just been shot at. That’s probably what the military did for you, he supposed. Maybe he should’ve enlisted after all, just like Howard had wanted.

Then again, Tony had always been terrible at taking orders.

“Easy, Tony. You’re alright.”

He shook his head, tried to get a grip back on reality. His ears were still ringing, he could still hear the popping of bullets in his skull. “What-What the he-”

“Tony,” Rhodey said, firm and commanding, “breathe.”

“I am breathing,” he snapped.

He felt like he’d lost something. Like he needed to-

He snapped back into himself like whiplash. It hurt, to hit reality at full speed, but the pain was drowned out by the terror.

Peter.

He scrabbled for Rhodey’s sleeve, fingernails tearing into his suit jacket. “Peter, Peter, Rhodey-”

He didn’t have to say anything else. Rhodey lunged forward, grabbed a walkie-talkie out of the front of the car, reaching past a driver that Tony didn’t even know the name of to do it, and started talking into it so fast that Tony’s shock-addled brain could barely keep up.

“This is Colonel Rhodes. I have Tony in the car. Is Peter secure? Does anyone have Peter Parker?”

Crackle of static. Then,

“Affirmative. I have Parker.”

Tony could’ve fainted with relief. His head swum, vision blurring at little at the edges. His chest ached, too. Probably from hitting the pavement so hard. Or, heck, maybe it was just from worry. Peter was bound to be the death of him someday.

He jerked the walkie-talkie out of Rhodey’s hands. “Get him on the line. I want to talk to him.”

“Sorry, Sir,” the voice said, and Tony didn’t recognize it, which made his heart skip, because the last time he’d seen Peter, the kid had been with Happy, going ahead to the car while Tony stopped to shake hands with the crowds gathered outside the gala. “He can’t talk right now.”

The color leeched out of the world. If Peter had been hit… if… if Peter had been hit…

Rhodey leaned forward, not pulling the walkie-talkie out of Tony’s iron-tight grasp, but slipping his hand over Tony’s so he could use it. “Is he hit?”

“No, Sir, he’s not hit.”

The reassurance only settled some of Tony’s fear. “Then why can’t he talk?”

“He’s… He’s vomiting in the car, Sir.”

“What the he-”

Rhodey gripped his shoulder again, shaking him a little to catch his attention. “Easy, Tony, this happens sometimes.”

What an absurd thing to say. How could anyone be so calm about his child vomiting in a car. There was nothing normal about his child vomiting in a car.

Had he mentioned that his child was vomiting in a car?

He grit his teeth until his jaw ached. “What do you mean this happens sometimes?”

“I mean that it happens,” Rhodey snapped. “He might’ve gotten an elbow in the stomach, but it’s probably just shock.”

Just shock. Shock. They’d just been shot at, almost certainly because of Tony, and now his kid was in shock.

He regretted everything. He didn’t even know what everything encompassed, but he knew that he regretted it all the same.

“Is Happy with him?”

There was more static. The empty crackling was driving Tony mad.

“Hogan put him in the car.”

His stomach flipped. “But he’s not with him?”

“No, Sir. But he’s got two security guards with him, Sir, as well as me.”

Rhodey’s brow furrowed. “Why isn’t Happy in the car?”

“Hogan put the kid in the car then stayed behind for the ID agent. He thinks he saw something, something that might be-”

They hit a pothole. Pain, sharp and hot, lanced up his side. He gasped, reaching up to grab the spot with a wince. He kept his eyes trained desperately on the walkie-talkie, as if he could stare through the plastic and see Peter on the other side.

He heard Rhodey take a sharp breath, and then his chin was being gripped, gaze jerked away from the only line he had to Peter, to his kid-

“Tony?” Rhodey’s eyes searched his face. There was something wet on his lips. “Tony, did you get hit?”

He blinked at him. What? Did he get hit? Peter was vomiting in the backseat of a car, doors and steel and roads away from him, and Rhodey was asking stupid questions like did you get hit?

Hands dragged up his side, came away wet, and suddenly, Rhodey didn’t look very calm anymore.

“Turn around!” He shouted to the driver. “We’ve got a GSW.” Rhodey was grabbing his face again, forcing their eyes together. “Tony, breathe. Don’t pass out.”

He glared. “I’m not gonna pass out.”

The car jerked in a 180, tires squealing against the damp pavement. Rhodey steadied him as they tilted.

“Where’s Peter going?” He gasped, vision still swimming from the sudden change of inertia. “Where are they taking Peter?”

“To the Tower.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“To the hospital.”

“No, no. Take Peter… he needs to get looked at, too. And I wanna see him.”

I have to see him.

For a second, it looked like Rhodey was going to argue. Then, he just nodded, acquiescent, and used the hand not pressed against Tony’s abdomen to grab the walkie-talkie again.

“Bring Peter to the hospital. We’re taking Tony there now.”

Static. Then, the same voice as before.

“Affirmative. The kid wants to know why.”

Tony jerked a hand up, wrapped bloody fingers around Rhodey’s wrist. “Rhodey, don’t tell him.”

“He’ll find out when he gets to the hospital anyway, Tony,” he hissed, then spoke his next words into the walkie-talkie. “It’s a minor gunshot wound. Tell the kid that he’s conscious, talking, and still being a pain in my ass.”

He grinned.

Yeah, that’d make the kid feel better.

–

There was a stretcher and a medical team waiting for him as soon as they arrived.

Apparently, being a high-profile superhero billionaire won you some pretty good emergency medical care. Who knew.

It did not, however, win you any breaks in the pain department. Moving him onto the gurney still absolutely sucked. He’d been shot before, which probably wasn’t something a lot of people in the world could say, but he always seemed to forget just how much it hurt.

Rhodey was talking rapidly to one of the nurses as they wheeled him into the hospital and down a hallway.

“He’s got a GSW in his abdomen. Entry and exit wounds.”

The nurse nodded. “BP is 134 over 78. Pulse is 108. What’s his pulse ox?”

“98,” someone else shouted, just out of Tony’s view.

A man in a white coat was jogging beside the gurney. He was the first person to actually address him, smiling thinly. “Mister Stark, I’m Doctor Keller. I’m the trauma surgeon on duty. Considering the circumstances, everything is looking pretty steady. The exit wound is a good sign when it comes to any possible internal damage and we’re really liking your vitals.”

He felt like snarling. None of this was what he wanted. He didn’t care about the hole in his stomach. He cared that somewhere, his kid was vomiting all alone in the back of a car.

“I swear to all that is holy,” he spat, “if I don’t speak to my kid in the next five minutes, I’m gonna attack someone.”

“He’s on his way, Tony,” Rhodey reassured.

“He’d better be.”

They rolled him into a trauma room, stopping in the middle and not wasting another second before swarming him. He heard the click of the stretcher’s breaks, the chatter of voices saying bits and pieces of things he understood and things he didn’t. Pairs and pairs and pairs of unfamiliar hands were touching him, poking and prodding and attaching monitors. There was a sting in the crook of his elbow as one of the nurses started an IV.

“Okay, Sir,” Doctor Keller said, patting his shoulder, “we’re just gonna get you stabilized. Do you have any medical conditions?”

“Well,” he drawled, “I’ve been shot. Does that count?”

Rhodey snorted.

He reached out and grabbed a nurse’s wrist as she reached for his IV, then re-found Doctor Keller’s face. “I want you to wait until I’ve seen my kid before you give me the anesthesia. Do you understand?”

Thankfully, the surgeon seemed to understand who was in charge in this situation, and it certainly wasn’t him or his staff.

“Of course.”

He let of the rest of the minutes blur by, nodding along with whatever Doctor Keller and his nurses said and trusting Rhodey to actually be paying attention.

Then the doors swung open, and a receptionist pushed Peter through.

Despite the pain still burning up his side, he could breathe again.

The kid was pale, shaking. His wide eyes blew even wider when he took in the scene in front of him: nurses and blood and all.

“Tony?”

“I’m okay,” he called gently, pain getting shoved in the backseat, everything getting shoved in the backseat in favor of this kid, his kid.

“Tony?!” Peter repeated, more frantic this time despite Tony’s attempt to comfort him, and he rushed forward, slipping past the nurses and Rhodey and bumping into the gurney’s guard rail in his haste to get close.

“They didn’t hit anything,” he soothed, reaching up to brush some of Peter’s hair out of his face. “They’re just gonna look around and make sure.”

Peter’s eyes darted down to the bloodstain on his shirt and up to his face. “Are you… Are you in a lot of pain?”

“No. No, of course not.”

“Are you lying?”

“Of course he is,” Rhodey snarked, stepping up to grip Peter’s arm. “He wants you to tell all your friends how brave he was.”

“Duh. Plus, I want all these guys,” he gestured to the nurses, “to feed the reporters a story of how I was up-beat and joking around.”

“You are brave,” Peter said, looking close to tears.

“Peter, I’m fine,” he murmured, heart aching at how distressed the kid seemed. “I’m just so happy to see you, buddy.”

A nurse tentatively tapped his arm. “Sir? We really need to begin.”

“Right, right.” He glanced up at Rhodey. “Make him,” he jerked his chin towards Peter, “get checked out. Don’t let him talk you out of it.”

Peter was shaking his head, frantic. “No, no. I wanna stay.”

He smiled to cover up just how much the plea pierced him. “Won’t be able to fall asleep if you’re here, bud. You’re just too exciting to have around. Go on with Rhodey. I’ll see you when I wake up.”

“But-”

“Nuh-uh. No ifs, ands, or buts. I’m the adult here. Plus,” he reached out and poked Peter’s side, “I have a hole in my stomach, so I think I get the veto card right about now.”

“That’s not funny,” the kid whispered, weakly letting Rhodey pull him back, away from Tony, towards the doors.

“I thought it was pretty funny.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Well, I’ll work on my jokes.” He waved as Peter paused in the doorway. “See you later, squirt. Be good for Rhodey.”

“Don’t die,” Peter called back, voice hitching dangerously.

He nearly laughed at the absurdity of the request. “It’ll take a lot more than this to kill me, kid. Trust me on that.”

The doors slid shut, obscuring the kid’s face from view. And with Peter gone, with Peter safe, there was nothing left to cling to.

He gave the nearest nurse and thumbs up and let the drugs wash him down.

–

When he surfaced again, Pepper was there.

She smiled when she sensed his eyes on her, reaching forward to intertwine their fingers. “Hey, honey.”

He swallowed past the stinging in his throat. “Peter?”

“May’s got him in the waiting room,” she murmured, as if she’d been expecting the question. “They wouldn’t let him in until you were awake.”

He nodded, trying to kick his brain into gear despite the pain meds slogging through his system. “Is everyone okay?”

“There weren’t any fatalities. A few injuries, but nothing serious. Happy hit his head, but it’s only a minor concussion. They treated Peter for shock while you were in surgery, but he’s just fine now.”

The information absorbed slowly, but Pepper waited patiently. Always waiting, always patient.

“Did they catch them?”

“The gunmen?” It wasn’t an actual question, not really, but he nodded anyway as Pepper continued. “Yes. One’s dead, but the other’s been taken in for questioning.”

“Did they say why they did it?”

Something dark fell over Pepper’s face. “Yes.”

“And?”

She brushed a hand through his hair, biting worriedly at her lip. “You have to promise to stay calm.”

Foreboding was brewing in his stomach. Pepper never danced around an issue like this. She was always straightforward, bit between her teeth.

“Please just tell me,” he whispered.

“You weren’t the target.”

He blinked, trying to process what the hell that meant.

“Then who was?”

“It was… It was Peter, sweetheart. They were trying to get Peter.”

Everything froze. There wasn’t enough oxygen in the room, wasn’t enough gravity to stop them all from peeling away from the ground. That… That couldn’t be. Peter wasn’t a target, wasn’t something that was meant to be viewed through a pair of crosshairs. Peter was a child.

“Why would they-”

Pepper was already talking, voice low. “Tony, these people are crazy-”

“But they tried to… they tried to k-”

“Yes, Tony, but we caught them, so they aren’t going to be able to try it again-”

“That’s not enough,” he hissed, bringing a hand up to cradle his tender side. “That’s… That’s not enough.”

“Oh, honey…”

“I want to see him.” He gripped the thin hospital sheets in his fist. “Please, Pep. I need to see him.”

“Alright,” she said softly, pushing to her feet, “I’ll go get him, but then you need to rest.”

“Wait. Pepper,” he called, stalling her in the doorway. “Does he know?”

Does he know who those bullets were meant for? Does he know that he wasn’t meant to make it into that car alive?

“No,” she said, voice grave.

“Let’s… Let’s keep it that way, yeah?”

She jerked her head in response. “I’m on it.”

–

It looked like Peter’s whole body went dizzy with relief when Pepper pushed him into the room. It seemed to be contagious, too, because the sight of the kid’s eyes, wide and hopeful, made his chest go fuzzy.

“See?” He grinned, gesturing at himself with his IV free arm. “Even old men can got shot and survive nowadays. Modern medicine is just that good.”

“You’re okay,” Peter breathed, and he sounded so airy and out-of-body that Tony was genuinely worried that he might just faint.

He kept up his smile, beckoning gently, trying to get the kid close enough that he could catch him if he did. “Sure am.”

“You’re okay.”

There was something manic filling up Peter’s gaze. Something that made Tony even more desperate to comfort, to protect. “Uh-huh,” he said, and the softness in his voice surprised even himself. “Everything’s alright now, buddy.”

The kid pressed himself up against the hospital bed’s barrier. “That was, uh, that was… scary.”

Peter sounded so small, and Tony was suddenly assaulted by the image of what the kid must’ve looked like while he was in surgery: frightened, alone, in shock.

He hadn’t forgotten how the kid’s uncle had died. And from the expression on Peter’s face, neither had he.

“Are you okay?” He asked, and he didn’t know entirely what he was looking for in an answer. Of course Peter wasn’t okay. At least, he wasn’t okay like that. Maybe he was asking for a different kind of okay. A superficial kind.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”

He smirked a little, reaching out to lightly poke Peter’s stomach. “No more puking?”

A blush flushed through the kid’s face, and the embarrassment was a nice change from the fear. “Shut up. At least I didn’t get myself shot.”

The words hit a little hard, considering the conversation he and Pepper had just had, but he forced himself to hide it. “To be fair, that wasn’t actually in my plan.”

“But it still happened,” Peter whispered.

“Wow,” he said, cracking a smile, trying desperately to coax the dejected look off of the kid’s face, “it’s almost like you’re starting to understand how I feel every time you go out on patrol and come home with a stab wound in your gut.”

“But that happens when I’m Spider-Man,” Peter said, voice tight and stricken.

And Tony understood. He understood the hidden meaning in the words.

“It’s not supposed to happen when we’re outside of the suits,” he murmured, finishing the kid’s unspoken thought with a gentle voice.

“Yeah.” The kid gave a jerky nod, as if solidifying something in his head. “Yeah, it’s not.”

He didn’t know what to say to that. There was… There was nothing to say. Peter was right. Why should any kid ever have to reconcile himself with the fact that people were going to shoot at them?

“I’m sorry I scared you,” he whispered, because that was all he had. It was the only truth left that wouldn’t hurt.

The corner of Peter’s mouth quirked up, and it was the first sign of a positive emotion that the kid had given him since entering the room. “Yeah, well, it was obviously your fault.”

He smiled. “Obviously.”

They’d figure it out, he supposed. His wound would heal, he’d quietly exert whatever authority he could to destroy whatever organization had targeted Peter in the first place, and the terror still lingering in the kid’s eyes would fade and flicker and die. They’d gone through worse things and survived. Peter certainly had, as much as that fact pained him.

They’d figure it out, because they didn’t have any other choice. Because they had to.

And, of course, because they always did.

#i've had this sitting for a few weeks but then i saw that Senia was having a rough time so i came back to it #it's a welcome back to Tumblr present!!#i'm sorry people suck and i hope that they stop ASAP #i love u & stan #ur stories make me v v v happy #& honestly ur so sweet that i can't imagine how anyone could dislike u #anyway i'm done waxing lyrical #also i tried to yeet out all the cursing for u #so i hope i didn't accidentally miss something!!!#& ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY #I’m gonna try to write u some fluff later too #💕❤️❤️#irondad #tony stark #peter parker #tony & peter #losingmymindtonight writes

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myheroheacanons · 5 years

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Can I request kirishima, bakugo and anyone else you want reacting to their winged s/o getting shot out of the sky by a villain?

Side note: I decided to make the readers quirk very similar to Hawks, and I think I’ll make her related to him also, like a younger sister or something. It’s honestly probably annoying at this point that I try to insert him into every single piece of writing I make but I just really love him so y’all gonna have to deal with it.

Ejirou Kirishima

He always loved your quirk

He thought it was so cool that you could fly and that you were like a bird

I mean who wouldn’t want a birds eye view of the whole city

You would sometimes take him on flights with you

Nobody was expecting what happened at the training camp to happen

All you remember is being separating from everyone else and frantically running through the whole forest, begging to find your friends or at least Mr. Aizawa rather than the villains

It’s not that you were exactly scared of the villains, quite the opposite actually

You knew they didn’t know how to plan strategically and just send those half dead nomu things to do their dirty work

But you were alone, you couldn’t fight that and all by yourself

As you were running, you kept coming closer to a purple gas

“It must be the villains doing” you thought as you flew up to the sky to get away from it

While you were at you tried to look for your friends, but to no success. The forest was densely covered with trees

Flying in one spot trying to find at least a clue of where everyone else was, you failed and couldn’t see anything. The smoke from the blue flames that surrounded the forest didn’t help either

Then suddenly, you felt a sharp pain in your wing, and then your other wing.

Someone shot both of your wings, with deadly aim. Pain pierced your body as you came crashing down to the ground, as your main source of flight was now hurt.

You hit the floor with a bid thud, which you weren’t exactly used to being that your landing were always skillful and gracious.

Your vision was getting hazy but you weren’t giving up so easily. You felt sharp pain throughout your body but regardless , got up. Your beautiful, white, angelic like wings - now had two bullet holes and were covered with blood.

But you couldn’t worry about that right now, there was a different problem. The gas. The purple essence was getting denser, almost as it was moving closer to you. Covering your mouth you squinted and tried to find the source. And to your misfortune, a person wearing a middle school uniform and a gas mask closed in on you.

Your only source of defense was gone, you were helpless what were you supposed to do? Adding on to that, you were getting very close to passing out without clean air. The boy was holding a gun and laughing through the gas mask. “For someone who’s the younger sister of a pro hero, I sure took you down easily” He laughed through his mask.

You couldn’t hold it anymore, as you finally went to take a breath the gas took over you and you felt to the ground and passed out

The next you awoke was in a hospital room and could feel someone holding your hand. You picked up your head to look who it was and it was everyone favorite redhead. Kirishima sat there holding your hand with a death grip and his forehead pressed to your thumb. You smiled, you were so relived to see him, to see he was safe. That’s all that mattered to you right now.You let a relieved sigh and his head shot up eyes filled with distress. And slowly that distress turned to ease. “Oh Y/N…” He sighed.

Kirishima has never been happier in his life, so relieved that you woke up. He was sitting there since yesterday night when you were brought to the hospital, holding your hand, praying you’d wake up. He didn’t let it show but he was so hurt. Not only was his best friend kidnapped and no one knows where so god knows when they’ll find him, or if they find him alive. When he found out you’ve been shot out of the sky he was furious, and so so worried.

“I’m so happy you’re awake, oh my god” he exclaimed and went in for a kiss. The kiss was so passionate, and filled with so much love. “I’ve missed you too, love” you told him.

Overall, Kirishima would be heartbroken and was so worried for you but as long as everything turned out okay , he was so thankful you weren’t permenantly injured and would be back on your feet soon

Katsuki Bakugou

Definitely saw you as a rival at first

Would get very annoyed if your wings hit him in the face on accident or on purpose

Will never admit it but he thinks your quirk is really cool

Anyways, let’s get back on track

The training camp was a horrible time for everyone. You at least managed to meet up with your boyfriend and Todoroki, which made you feel safe. Not like you were scared, you had a strong quirk and knew that those villains haven’t see what you three could do.

As you were running you encountered Moonfish, or to be exact the death row inmate Moonfish. Of course your boyfriend decided to rush in and try to take him down, which ended unsuccessfully and Todoroki saved him.

“Stop being a dumb ass, Katsuki!” You yelled at him. Sometimes you hated his fearless and reckless attitude. While him and Todoroki went back and forth you had to think of a way to take him down. He was towering above all of you and quite frankly it was terrifying. As his teeth turned to blades he tried to get one of you again, Todoroki’s ice preventing it from happening.

You had to get on his level. That’s the only way you could do something to defeat him or at least distract him enough for your friends to get away. “Katsuki, Todoroki, I’m going up!’ You yelled catching their attention from arguing. “NO don’t you dare!” Bakugou yelled after, too late for you to hear as you soared upwards to get face to face with the villain.

“His quirk lets him him manipulate and reshape his teeth into sharp blades.” You thought. “His quirk must be long ranged and without arms he’s probably horrible in hand to hand combat.” “If I could just know him out” You appeared from behind the ice observing the villains full glory. As you tried to get up close you felt something pierce your wings. Two shiny blades stuck out from both your wings. As Moonfish pulled them out you toppled to the ground in pain.

Bakugou felt sick to his stomach. Your beautiful white wings were now stained with blood. You hit the ground and Bakugou ran over to you and held you in his arms. “Idiot! Why the hell did you do that!?” He yelled tears threatening to spill. “I’m fine” You said standing up, knees buckling underneath you. “I can still fight” You said pain flowing through your entire body. Before you can mutter out another sentence, you felt your vision get dark and the last thing you saw was Kastuki’s face yelling out your name.

You have idea how long it’s been since the attack. You awoke in the hospital and it was evening out. No one was in the room with you. After laying there for a couple trying to remember all the events of the attack all you remember your wings being pierced through by blades. You looked back at your wings, they still hurt just a little but the pain wasn’t unbearable. The wounds looked to have already healed, leaving little scars behind, that were covered by feathers.

Suddenly you heard the door slide open and Kirishima walked in. “L/N” He exclaimed upon seeing you awake. You gave him a small smile ans he ran up to you and gave you a gentle hug, be careful about hurting you. “I’m glad to see you too” You said pulling away from the hug. “Where’s Katsuki?” You ask visibly being confused. You saw the expression on Kirishima’s face change upon hearing the question. He avoided eye contact and looked so sad. “What’s wrong? Was he hurt?!” You question as your anxiety levels went up.

“Not exactly, we don’t know for sure.” Kirishima said gloomily. After he explained the situation to you, your brain just stopped for a second. Katsuki, the strongest guy you knew was kidnapped. What do you even do in this situation. Kirishima offered to take you with him on his rescue mission but you were afraid that your wings would give you guys away. All you could do is sit in the damn hospital and pray and hope that he would come back safe.

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need-a-fugue · 4 years

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We Grow Together (5)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: Relationships can be tough, especially when one person is a recovering-from-being-brainwashed-and-tortured former assassin and the other is an overworked mutant scientist. But hey, every couple has their struggles. Right?

Warning(s): some angst, some emotional and mental turmoil… some bad language words… much fluff

Chapter Summary: The team heads home after their short - and mostly successful - mission, only to be confronted with a new threat heading their way.

The extraction ends up taking almost eight minutes instead of the intended five. But all three hostages are safely evacuated, and aside from some bumps and bruises – and a broken nose and near heart attack – the team is no worse for the wear. “Let’s call that a success,” Steve says as he peels off his helmet and heads for the cockpit.

Tessa’s bent over in the back, digging through the medical supplies as Bucky comes up behind her. He hands his packed-up rifles off to Sam, who takes them without objection and goes to put them away in the lockers at the front of the jet. Bucky doesn’t say a word as he kneels down next to her, laying his palm on her shoulder.

“There’s morphine, but no fucking ice packs,” she mutters. “Who put this kit together?”

He reaches around behind the box that she’s digging through and opens a small freezer, pulls out a soft, blue ice pack. “Here,” he says, leaning back on his heels as he hands it to her.

She turns to him, brow furrowed both in confusion and frustration. It takes her a second to even recognize what he’s offering. She reaches out with a shaky hand and cautiously takes the pack from him. He leans across her and starts piling the medical supplies back into the box, keeping out some gauze and tape. When he turns back to her she’s leaning with her back against the wall, eyes are closed with the ice pack covering most of her face.

“Need any help?” he offers shyly.

She drops the pack and blinks at him. “It’s broken,” she says, staring at him with puffy, red-rimmed eyes.

He gives her a pained smile. “Yeah, looks like.” He holds up the gauze and tape for her to see and she shrugs her shoulders and leans forward.

“Don’t use too much tape,” she tells him as he gently lays a folded square of gauze below her still-seeping nostrils. “I’m just going to have to redo it when we get back.”

He presses the tape into either side of her nose and cringes when she flinches in pain. “I hope you know you’re not redressing this when we get back.” He folds over another square of gauze and gently pats at the thick split in the skin at the bridge of her nose. “You’re gonna need a few stitches,” he tells her.

“And you think I can’t do my own stitches?”

“Baby,” he breathes out, “after tonight I’m not sure that there’s anything you can’t do.”

She lets out a long, deep sigh. “I’ll have Caroline take care of it,” she says, referring to the PA on the med team. She sets the pack back in place and lets her eyes fall shut again.

He moves around so that he’s by her side, leaning against the wall with her. His gloved metal hand lays on her knee and gives a little squeeze. “I’m proud of you,” he whispers to her. Then, smiling to himself, “I really didn’t know what to expect. And when you were out there with that…” He stops and shakes his head. “It scared me to death. But you more than held your own.”

“Held my own,” she repeats, her voice both nasal and a little sharp. She doesn’t move her head off the wall, doesn’t remove the ice pack, doesn’t open her eyes. “I killed a man.”

Bucky’s fingers tense on her knee and he turns to look at her. “You defended yourself,” he says simply, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Another sigh, this one cracking at the end. “I didn’t need to kill him.”

Steve’s voice sounds from the cockpit, “You guys good?” And Tessa drags herself up from her spot against the wall and over into a seat near the middle of the plane. Sam crosses over to her and reaches around to help buckle her in.

“Thanks,” she mutters through the ice pack.

He gives her a sad sort of smile. “You did good tonight,” he intones. “I know it can be hard, but –”

She throws up a silencing hand. “It’s not the first time I killed someone, Sam.” Her words are clipped and harsh, and he can tell immediately that they’re marking the end to a conversation, certainly not the beginning to one. So he gives her a soft pat on the shoulder and quietly moves up front with Steve.

Moments later she can feel Bucky’s presence next to her as they prepare to take off. But he says nothing. She can sense his nervous energy. “I’m fine,” she mutters.

“That was convincing.”

She reaches her hand out next to her, blindly patting around the seat, then his thigh, in search of his hand. He lets out a small smile as he takes hold of her fingertips, and she twists her hand around in his grip to give him a firm squeeze. “I just need to… decompress,” she tells him.

He brings her hand up to his lips and lays a soft kiss on her fingertips. They smell like copper and when he looks down he sees that they’re stained a deep red and brown from pinching her nose for the last half-hour trying to stanch the flow of blood. It sends a chill down his spine. “You’re shaking,” he utters absently, noticing how her fingers tremble in his grasp.

“Yeah,” she replies, leaning her head onto his shoulder. “I’m buzzing.”

His brow furrows. “Buzzing?”

“In the beginning… when we first jumped the wall… I dropped a guy.” She slowly removes the ice pack and blinks heavily a few times before gingerly touching the dressing on the bridge of her nose.

“Stop it,” he says, batting her hand away as she tugs at the tape. She frowns like a small chided child. “What does buzzing mean?” he asks her again.

“I took on his energy. Basically. And that doesn’t really go anywhere. So when I do that… I feel like I’m buzzing. I just need some time to come down.”

He nods. “Okay.”

She turns to face him, looks him directly in the eye. “I really didn’t need to kill him,” she says suddenly. “The other guy… I could’ve dropped him like the first. I just… didn’t.” She closes her eyes again, leans back, and pulls her hand from his grasp. “I just didn’t,” she repeats solemnly, wringing her fingers together in her lap.

He’s silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. Then, “Redirecting bullets, though…” He lets out a small chuckle. “That is pretty…”

“Jealous?” she asks with a lilt.

He nods, not that she can see him, the ice pack laying over her eyes. “Very.” He reaches into her lap and lays his hand over both of hers, forcing her to stop worrying her fingers. It takes a moment, but he can feel her body begin to relax next to him. “That extra energy,” he starts, heady whisper in her ear. “We could maybe put it to good use…”

She barks out a laugh, the ice pack dropping from her face as she sits upright. “Right now?” she asks turning to him. He raises a single brow at her and quirks his head in the direction of the bathroom at the rear of the plane. “You wanna join the mile high club with this?” She indicates her bloody face, bruised and swollen eyes, nose packed down with gauze.

He shrugs his shoulders. “I’ll focus on the rest of you,” he says, eyes falling down to grace her body. “For the record, that suit is definitely too tight. And I like it.”

She laughs once more, deep and hearty, before curling into him. He smiles as she lays her head on his chest. “Maybe I’ll let you peel it off of me when we get home.”

“If you’re gonna make me wait that long, I won’t care if you let me or not,” he says, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer.

The flight home is fast and uneventful. Every once and a while, they hear some laughter coming from up front as Steve and Sam shoot the shit. They seem to be in a relatively good mood, and that beaming sort of energy helps calms her. As does Bucky’s sense of relief and accomplishment… and peace. By the time they arrive back at the tower, the buzzing has all but left her system.

“It’s late,” Steve says as they file out of the hangar and into the long hall. “Let’s debrief tomorrow.”

“Read my mind,” Sam says with a yawn. “Can I crash at your place?”

Steve looks to Bucky, who’s got himself draped over Tessa, his arms wrapped tightly around her from behind. She giggles as he tightens his grip and tells his friend, “Do what you want, I’m not coming home tonight.”

Steve rolls his eyes and chuckles as Sam lets out an “ooooo.”

“First thing.” He points sternly at the couple, his words strict despite the light smile on his face. “Be in the conference room at 0700.”

“Stop talking military,” Tessa complains as she manages to pull out of Bucky’s grasp. She turns around and walks backwards so she can face the men as she says, “I’m going to the med floor to get some rhinoplasty.” The moment she swings back around, she nearly collides with a giant who turns the corner a bit too fast. “Ooomph,” she breathes out as her hands brace herself on his broad chest.

“Hello friends!”

The men all stop short as they take in the scene before them. “Thor?” Steve asks, surprised.

“Lady Doctor,” the blonde god exclaims, his huge hands coming to rest over hers as they sit on his pecks. “What has happened to you?!”

As he speaks, Clint and Natasha saunter in as well. “Had some fun, I see?” Clint intones.

Natasha comes around the other side of Thor and gently peels Tessa off of the man. “Did you seriously go on a mission without me?” she asks, taking the brunette’s chin in her hand and turning her face to inspect the damage.

Tessa shakes her off and looks back up at Thor, whose handsome face is still showing enough concern to send a shot of electricity through her. A god indeed, she thinks to herself as she connects with his deep blue eyes. “Steve threw me against a wall,” she tells him with an exaggerated frown.

Thor’s stare levels Steve. “You harmed this lady?” he asks, disbelieving.

“I… That’s not…” he stutters out as Sam snickers next to him. “She slipped.”

Nat cocks an eyebrow at him. “That’s right up there with, she walked into a door.”

He gives her a terribly unamused look. “What are all of you doing here?”

“The captain did not harm you?” Thor asks in a low tone meant only for Tessa.

“Of course I didn’t harm her,” Steve says with more than a little irritation. Then, again, “What are you doing here?”

Nat turns to face him, hands on her hips. “We’re here to suit up.” Then, turning back to Tessa, she asks, “Wanna have some more fun?”

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x oc #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel fanfic #bucky imagine #marvelau #avengersau #avengers fanfiction #bucky barnes au #Supernova

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witchymarvelspacecase · 5 years

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Promise Not to Be Mad

Warnings: Fluff, mutual pining, Angst, mentions of injuries, cardiac arrest, more fluff

My entry to @whiskey-cokenfanfic‘s birthday challenge. It’s a day late cause I’m a piece of shit person. Sorry!!! Hope the birthday was amazing!

Prompt is in bold.

Bucky had fallen asleep in the common room. He’d been watching a movie with Sam, Wanda, and you. When he opened his, Sam and Wanda were both gone, and the TV was turned off. There was a blanket over his shoulders, and your head was in his lap. He didn’t remember you being that way before he fell asleep, but he was pleasantly surprised. There was a blanket draped over you too. Bucky suspected Sam was behind the blankets, but knew he’d never admit to it.

Sunlight was just starting to spill through the windows of the tower and the rays lit up the dust motes in the air, making them seem to sparkle. Subtle highlights in your hair sparkled too. The light brushed you face softly, giving you an otherworldly glow. Bucky wished he had some of Steve’s talent just then; he didn’t even have a camera handy.

And the moment wasn’t long-lived either. No sooner had Bucky made a conscious effort to commit the beauty before him to memory, than an alarm began blaring throughout the tower.

You shot up out of his lap, or at least, you tried to. The blanket tangled around you and caused you to flop unceremoniously on the floor.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” Bucky chuckled.

You gave him a tired glare which would have been much more fearsome had you not been sporting sleep marks on your face from the creases in Bucky’s pants.

He helped you up and you both sprinted to the conference room.

“Ah, sleeping beauty,” Sam called as you entered the room. You weren’t sure who Sam was referring to, but you flipped him off anyway, before directing your attention to Steve and Tony.

“U.N. compound is under attack. They don’t have the resources to defend themselves, and we’re pretty sure the attackers have ties to more than one international terrorist organization, so we’re up. Wheels up in 20.”

The file you picked up as you boarded the quinjet told you more. An untold number of insurgents with automatic weapons and some alien tech were hitting the U.N.. The building was in some tiny European country you’d never heard of, but there were more than a few dignitaries in residence at the moment, and this had all the potential to become a war if not handled properly.

“Couldn’t have waited an hour before they attacked, I was having a good dream,” you grumbled as you strapped into your seat.

“Well you certainly looked comfy enough, cuddling up with Bucky n’ all.”

“Shut up, Steve.”

“Well ya were,” Steve smiled as he continued teasing you.

Honestly, you’d been pretty mortified that you’d fallen asleep on Bucky like that. It would have been bad enough if Steve saw you, but the fact that Bucky had been awake and sen you? God you wanted to die.

More than once you had the urge to cuddle with Bucky, more than once you had wanted nothing more than to lean into him, or hug him, but you just felt you couldn’t. You wouldn’t throw yourself at him like that. This wasn’t the first time Steve had teased you about this either. He knew how you felt about Bucky. More than one drunken, or emotional confession had poured form your lips, and Steve was always willing to listen. You would regret the confessions later though; he didn’t mean anything by his picking on you, but sometimes it was too much.

You looked away from Steve, checking your gear again to avoid his gaze.

“What, it’s sweet,” Steve continued. He sat next to you even though his chair was on the other side of the jet. Jerk. He wasn’t gonna let up.

“Let it go, Steve. I’m already embarrassed about it.”

“What’s there to be embarrassed about?”

When you looked up, ready to chew him out, you caught his expression. He looked genuinely confused. Odd. You’d thought he’d been making fun of you. But before you could ask him about it, Bucky boarded the jet. He was the last to board so take off was initiated. Steve moved to his assigned seat, next to Bucky, and you were left confused.

…

“Hey Buck,” Steve said quietly as the jet flew to the U.N. building, “why would she be embarrassed that I saw you two cuddle up this morning?” Bucky caught Steve’s nod in your direction, but he wasn’t sure what to say. His face must have said as much, because Steve continued. “I mean, we all know you like each other. I just figured you’d finally figured it out. She’s got no reason to be embarrassed.”

“You what?” Bucky practically shouted.

“What what?”

“Why would you think we were- what do you mean “like each other”?”

“Seriously? Aside from the fact that you both practically moon over each other? I am friends with both of you. I talk to both of you. I know both of you,” Steve responded, exasperated.

“Yeah? And?”

“Think about how I know that you like her. Then ask yourself how I would know if she liked you.” Steve turned from Bucky’s lost face to look across the jet, a smirk on his lips.

Bucky didn’t have time to ponder that thought, final descent was called and everyone checked their gear one last time.

“After this,” Bucky thought. He could hear the chaos; gunshots and explosions already. “After this is over, Stevie and I are gonna have a talk.” The sounds of battle increased in volume. Bucky met your gaze and you gave him a grin. His heart kicked in his chest. Could Steve be right? No way did he deserve her, but if she chose him? Fuck, he’d do anything for her. He returned her grin with a wink as the jet’s rear door lowered.

It felt like moments later, but in reality hours had passed. Most of the insurgents had been cleared out, and all the civilians had been moved into the compound, to safety. A steady rain had begun to pour from the sky making your jobs harder, but the team was down to the last handful of enemies when it happened.

Bucky heard you shout for Wanda, saw you running for her, pushing her out of the way. Then nothing. He couldn’t hear the gunshots anymore. He couldn’t hear Steve yelling. All he could hear was the sound of his own breathing, and over that, the echo of your scream. He felt like it took him far too long to cross the field to you. He didn’t feel pain as his knees hit the ground beside you, and he didn’t notice how his pants grew damp with a combination of rain water and your blood.

Your eyes were wide open, but it was like you couldn’t see. Bucky had his hands on either side of your face, cupping your cheeks, but you didn’t look at him until he called your name.

“Hey,” you said weakly, a grimace ruining the smile you tried to give Bucky.

“Hey yourself. I thought you said it was Sam’s turn to get shot?” Bucky tried to keep his tone light as he assessed you. He could barely see anything with the dark tac-suit you had on combined with the cloud filled sky. The rain made it hard to discern what was blood and what was water. For a moment he wasn’t sure you had been wounded at all, until his hand brushed your abdomen.

You gasped, then a pain filled whine fell from your lips as Bucky applied pressure to the heavily bleeding hole below your ribs.

He called over the comms for someone, anyone. He needed to get you out, to get you help, but everyone was engaged. Bucky all but screamed. More insurgents appeared around him, and for a moment, Bucky hesitated. He knew if he took the pressure off your wound, you might die, but if he didn’t handle the attackers, you would both die.

He hesitated a moment too long.

You managed to pull a gun from your thigh holster, and put bullets into three of the attackers before any of them even noticed you. The moment one of the opposing gun barrels pointed at you, Bucky moved.

Moments later, he stood over the fallen bodies of the insurgents. He hadn’t meant to kill any of them, at least not in the beginning. Now? Now, he didn’t bother to check any of them for vitals. Now, he moved quickly back to you.

Your color was awful. Where you’d once had a healthy glow, your skin was ashen. You were shaking slightly, and your lips had a bluish tint to them. Bucky’s knees hit the ground by your head and he carefully pulled you up so your shoulders were resting on his lap.

“Did we get them all?” you asked.

Bucky smiled, but tears were pooling in his eyes. “Yeah, we did. You got most of ‘em for me though, I just cleaned up.”

You tried to laugh, but it hurt so bad. You could barely breathe. Short, shallow pants were all you could manage.

Bucky’s fingers were gentle where they glided over your cheeks, wiping away the rain water, muck, and blood. You gave him a wan smile when one of his hands reached for yours, and you forced your non-responsive fingers to thread through his.

“Please don’t go.” Bucky’s whisper surprised you a little.

“You had to know I wasn’t gonna live forever, Bucky. No one does.”

“You don’t have to live forever, you just have to live!” he yelled. He was angry, but not sure at whom.

“I’m tryin’,” you coughed and something warm trickled from your lips. “Promise you won’t be mad … if I fail?”

“I could never be mad at you, doll,” Bucky choked as tears spilled over his cheeks.

Sam and Steve appeared as your eyes closed. The rest of the insurgents had turned tail and run. The Avengers were pulling back into the compound. A flurry of activity ensued. Bucky was unaware of most of it. He saw you being placed on a gurney and taken away from him, and it was like his mind went blank.

Next thing he knew, he was ensconced in a very uncomfortable plastic chair, staring at the blood encrusting his hands, as Steve paced in front of him.

…

Garbled announcements came over the P.A. Helen Cho power walked past him, and through a set of double doors, barely pausing to take a clipboard that the nurse offered to her.

More and more people in scrubs dashed past, but Bucky could barely tell. All he could see was your smiling face turning into a pained grimace, and all he could hear was you asking him not to be angry with you.

It was all so very far away from where the day had begun. All he’d wanted a few hours ago was to tell you how beautiful you were. Now, maybe he’d missed his chance. He wouldn’t get to tell you, wouldn’t ever be able to kiss you if…

“Please live. Please,” Bucky whispered, his eyes shut tight against the hospital’s bright lights.

…

That was where Tony found him. Hunched over in a tiny chair, looking as if the weight of the world had fallen on his shoulders.

Tony knew that feeling, but he didn’t know how to help. Fortunately, Wanda walked in behind him. She stepped around Tony to crouch in front of Bucky.

“C’mon Bucky. We need to get you cleaned up before she wakes up. She’ll tell us all off for letting you sit around like this.” Wanda kept her tone soft, but her grip was firm as she tugged Bucky out of his chair, and down the hallway. Tony wondered is she may have used a bit of her powers, since Bucky didn’t utter a single protest at being removed from the area, but he didn’t ask, instead he walked over to stand next to Steve.

“Any news?” he asked.

“She’s lost a lot of blood, and there was damage to her stomach.” The men both looked out the window. “The doc was optimistic the last time I checked, but that was before she coded.” Steve shivered slightly.

“Little thing like that won’t stop her, Rogers,” Tony’s voice sounded sure. Steve wasn’t sure if he really believed that or not, but he nodded, wanting to believe.

…

It was a few days later that the doctors gave the all clear for visitors. You hadn’t woken up, but the medical staff assured the team that you would soon. Bucky didn’t know if he believed them. He’d seen the blood, the wound. He couldn’t stop seeing them. He wouldn’t leave the room you were in. Steve hadn’t told him that your heart had stopped, let alone that it had stopped twice, and he wasn’t planning on it either. Bucky only left your side to go to the bathroom, and only then if either Sam or Natasha was with you.

Bucky held your hand. Sometimes he would rub his thumb over the back of your hand, sometimes he would hold your hand up to his cheek. Sometimes he would kiss your knuckles. But he wouldn’t let go. Couldn’t.

He fell asleep like that, holding your hand to his cheek, with his head resting on your bed. HIs back would be killing him in the morning, but he hadn’t thought of that. HAdn;t intended to sleep at all.

When you woke, the lights were just a bit to bright, but when you tried to raise your hand to shield your eyes, you couldn’t move it. Squinting, you looked to your hand and noticed a few things. One, there was an ugly pink blanket that was certainly not yours over you. Two, there was an I.V. in the back of your hand. And three, Bucky was under that hand, his hand on your wrist.

Raising your head slightly, you looked around. Not my room. Looking out the window you knew you weren’t even in the tower. You went to adjust your legs and an involuntary groan slipped from your mouth before you could stop it.

Bucky’s head shot up. He looked around the room, checking for danger, and it took him a moment before he looked to you.

“Hey,” you croaked. Your voice was harsh with disuse, but Bucky clearly didn’t care. His hands came to either side of your face and he cupped your cheeks. You had a strange feeling of deja vu. Then your mind rolled back to the last thing you remembered. Bucky, pleading for you to live. “I’m okay Bucky. I’m okay.”

Bucky let out gasping breath and leaned forward, resting his forehead on yours. He pressed a kiss to the space between your eyes and his hands slid to the back of your head.

“Don’t you ever do that again.” His voice sounded gravely, like he was having a hard time talking.

“I’ll do my best,” you promised, relaxing into the back of the bed, letting Bucky lean into you. “Promise not to be mad if I fail?”

Bucky pulled back then. His eyes stared straight into yours.His right hand came to the side of your face again before he leaned back towards you, but this time, he didn’t press his forehead to yours. This time he pressed his lips to yours. It was a brief, chaste kiss, but it was a kiss nonetheless. You blinked at him as he pulled back. When he started to look worried, you smiled at him and raised your hand to grasp his right wrist, squeezing gently. He returned your smile before pressing a longer kiss to your lips.

When he pulled back again he said, “I could never be angry at you, doll.”

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[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 19

Last time, Ross lived and was snuck out to Xing, Ed got yet another reason to hate Scar, Barry met himself, and Gluttony paid Riza a visit. Onwards!

Oh dear, all Roy can hear is gunshots from “Elizabeth”’s end. Go, Flame Alchemist! Save your bestie! Never mind, let’s just ignore the fights and go back to Sword Guy utterly disregarding the notion of Confidentiality. He says that Barry says the Colonel’s got a plan to smoke out the Goths from the Fifth Laboratory. This causes Al to head out, searching for Hughes’ murderer. Stop whining Ling, Al will tooootaly tell you when he gets back. Later, Winry! Episode 19 - “Death of the Undying” Uh oh, Gluttony’s got Riza by the neck, and she’s out of ammo. The Goth just chuckles at his multiple headshots, he’s about to eat Riza someone quick dog? Where’d the dog come from. Oh hey, Fuery’s here! Thanks for tossing Riza a new pistol, you’ve almost made up for ruining my Fuhrer Fury joke with this! Two people shooting at once is a bit more effective, but only just. Gluttony’s knocked to the window but his big frame doesn’t fit, and he’s healed up from the bullet holes in a few seconds as Riza and Fuery click their now-empty weapons. Ok, time for the backup of the backup to arrive!

Oh my Leto it is so satisfying to see that Goth go flying out the tower to the caption of [Gluttony screams]. Nice timing, Roy, good hustle! Riza… is not exactly appreciative of the rescue, yells at Roy for leaving his post and blowing his plausible deniability. Fuery just chuckles at them going at it, looking down at the charred body and wondering who the fat guy was. Ok, now get down there and finish the job, Gluttony isn’t finished off just- Whoop, Bio!Barry’s making a break for it, with the homicidal Soul Armor in pursuit. Roy and Riza bark out orders to the minion and mutt respectively. Then slooowly walk down the stairs as Riza thanks Roy for saving their life, Roy’s too focused on the mission to see her smile. Daw. Huh, once again Roy makes better time than I thought, Havoc’s barely run a few paces before he pulls up in a car and tells to loser to get in, they’re going Goth hunting. And then Al shows up! Buckle up buddy, time for a chase through the city. Well at least Barry’s having fun, chasing down the meatbag to do an impromptu funeral. Riza’s reloading and wondering if Blubber Man’s going to stay down, less sure than Roy after her own bullets had next to no effect. Al asks if he had an Uroboros tattoo, when she confirms seeing on his tongue he identifies him as a Homunculus. Hey, watch where you’re driving Roy! Said Colonel isn’t exactly happy to learn that the Goth probably survived the barbecue. Much later, looks like they’ve cornered BioBarry in the Third Laboratory. A direct tie to the military, then? Well, with that connection they can pull back. Uh, Barry? That is the opposite of pulling back. And Roy’s happy about this? Oh I get it, the crazy Soul Armor goes running in, and Roy’s Crew get to follow “in hot pursuit of the crazed murderer”. You other cops, go and secure the perimeter or something. Down into the Basement of Dramatic String Music they go, but then they face the bane of adventuring parties: a split corridor. Oh yeah, split the party, this can only go well. Roy and Havoc are going around, remarking at how dilapidated everything looks- Uh oh. Lust. Havoc, beware the Angry Girlfriend! On a more serious note, oh crap the party is split up in a basement presumably with multiple Goths. Might be time to stage a retreat. Ok ok, another laugh at how Havoc is a fool for honkers, but for real, back to seriousness. Roy asks about Hughes, and when Lust taunts him he goes for a kneeshot. It shows she’s a Homunculus, but it’ll take more than that to- Roy interrupts her monologue with the rest of his clip, it’s about as effective as we can expect but at least it shut her up for a few moments. But the claws come out, and Lust… stabs herself? Oh. Oh dear. That’s a Philosopher’s Stone. So if all the Goths are built around this miraculous tool of Transmutation then they’ll just keep coming back. On the plus side, now we have a clear weakness: destroy the Stone and they lose their regeneration. Quick Roy, shoot the Glowing Weak Spot! Nope, too slow. Now that Lust is finished talking to the Soon-To-Be-Dead-Men, she disarms them… and slices a water pipe, rendering Roy’s Ignition Gloves useless. Well, crap. Both men run screaming for the exit, tumble outside while Havoc asks what they’re gonna do. But Roy’s happy? Oh! He may have lost his signature ability, but he’s still a State Alchemist who can transmute any materials on hand. Say, a bunch of water into hydrogen gas? Thanks for cutting that pipe, lady! Here, have a lighter!

Al and Riza pick up on the Big Boom, but Riza just steels herself and keeps searching for their target. Good trust in your boss, here’s hoping you two don’t end up in the same situation. After the Jean Havoc/Lust narrator cards, Roy and Havoc are searching the now-torched room. A bit of snarking about the busted ex-girlfriend gift how bad cigarettes are, Roy says aw man why did you say that without a body. She’ll be just in the next room and or no she’s in this one under the rubble! Havoc’s been spiked! Oh crap oh crap, Roy’s still weaponless in a room with Lust, this isn’t good. Oh right, Havoc’s gun which good Leto is rather strong, Lust is down an arm. She’s still boasting about how Roy can’t put her down for good… while her Stone is exposed. Yoink! It’s rather effective, and Lust actually crumbles away. A bit anticlimactic, honestly. But now Roy’s got the MacGuffin! Now to heal Havoc, give it to the Elric Brothers, and the show’s over! I wonder what complication is going to come up now. Roy gets ready to cast Heal and GUH OH MY LETO NO NO NO Lust just grew back around the Stone, her half-formed body chided Roy for being so forward, and Spiky Fingers to the chest. And now HE’S here! [Lab Guard Captain]: “Uh-- Uh… Your Excellency!” [Fuhrer Wrath]: “What’s the current status?” This is not backup! This is the opposite of backup! Lust dumps Roy on the ground, oh-so-sad that she’s been forced to kill such a promising sacrificial candidate as she shreds his glove and leaves him to watch Havoc die before he himself bleeds out. Um. Wow. I can hope that with Lust pulling the classic “Leave before you see them die for sure” mistake that they’ll be ok? Please? Havoc? Come on, answer me buddy. While this awfulness is going on, Al and Riza arrive in an incredibly bright white room with a large Alchemy Symbol (the same on we saw in Xerxes?) on the wall, and Barry looking down at the lifeless remains of his old body, commenting on how a soul shoved in another form is so harmful. This of course shocks Al, makes him wonder if he’ll survive as a Soul Armor until they can reform their original bodies. Al… *Sigh* Riza, just put the pistol down, we’re perfectly aware at how effective that is against the Goths. Lust demands to know why Barry is helping out our guys, he basically says it’s for the heck of it and he wants to kill her anyway. The Goth just complains about how she’ll have to kill a second candidate now since Al tagged along, at which point Barry gets tired of waiting and charges and he’s dead now. Whelp. So long, Barry the Butcher. So now that that’s out of the way, Lust prepares to send Riza after her superior. Riza… does not take the news well. [Furious!Riza]: “You biiittch!!” She empties one pistol to mournful music, same with the second, and finishes with a revolver. All to achieve Lust standing back up and patronizingly asking if she’s done. Aw hell no, don’t you fucking dare call Riza weak. Al, pound her face in. Damnit Riza, take this chance and get out of here! Al’s the only one who can at least slow her down with his Transmutation ability and the fact that he’s friggin metal while you’re flesh and blood, get moving! But no, they keep doing the “save yourself, no you save yourself” thing heroes do while Lust stands there annoyed.

How old is Al again? Whatever it is, it’s way too goddamn young for him to be standing his ground against this murderer, screaming about how [Al]: “I’m sick of watching people die! And I can’t just sit back and take it anymore!” -to a montage of all those touched by death in this show, including that time someone got stabbed while inside him. Friggen Leto, this show. [wait, WHAT?!]: “Well spoken… I couldn’t agree more.” Al IMMEDIATELY earthbends up a shield to protect him and Riza as the room gets filled with ALL OF THE FIRE, it clears to see charred Lust looking oh-so-satisfyingly shocked as The Badass Roy grits out that he got her on her knees, after all. Then the camera pans to oh my Leto I did not expect to see The Badass Roy’s chiseled abs today but I am happy that I did, as he stands there in all his determined glory clutching his stab wounds with one hand and holding the not-so-broken lighter in the other. Or still broken, but The Badass Roy didn’t let that stop him as he just uses the flint to get a spark and a TC carved into his own hand. Cue EVEN MORE FIRE as Lust whines about how he should have bled out by now, but of course The Flame Alchemist seared the wound closed, admits that he aaaaalmost passed out from the pain before MORE FIRE. Now, about that claim that he couldn’t kill you? Let’s see how many FIREs it takes to get to the center of a Gothie-pop, huh?! Again! And again! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! BURN, YOU BITCH! No no fuck no you don’t get to suddenly be patched up and charging towards The Badass Roy no no no [The Bitch]: “You killed me.” YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS Lust is crumbling to ashes now as The Badass Roy’s attacks have seemed to finally have damaged her Stone. But she wouldn’t be a Goth if she didn’t go out with a disparaging monologue, pleased that she at least was killed by a man with such cold and focused eyes, looking forward to the day those eyes are wide with agony. [Lust]: “It’s coming... It’s coming…” The Philosopher's Stone falls, and crumbles away. Finally, Roy falls, the effort of his attack and his injuries overcoming him. Riza and Al brush off his thanks and prepare to get a medic aw HELL no I’d forgotten about Bradley, he’s just outside the room- but he just sheathed his sword and walked away. Bwuh? You’re letting them live? What’s your game, Wrath? Ok whatever, the Fuhrer is being mysterious, what else is new, just get Roy and Havoc some help right now! Oh yeah, Winry’s been left at the hotel all day. She’s telling herself over and over that Al’s alright. And here he is! A bit worse for wear, but nothing a little bit of TLT (Tender Loving Transmutation) won’t fix! And he can even do it himself, so no worries Winry! [Winry]: “Moron! Welcome back!” [Al]: “Uh, okay… thanks!” Aw, laugh it out you two. And maybe get some glue for Al’s arm. Wait, Barry’s still alive?! Oh, Lust missed his sigil with her attack, so he’s down to just that little piece of sheet metal. But he’ll be back- wait, BioBarry’s still alive?! How in Leto’s name did he survive all of the FIRE? Well whatever, we get a part-funny, part-bittersweet moment as dumb old BioBarry paws at Barry’s sigil, wiping it away and sending The Butcher off for good. Sayanora, you homicidal maniac. Thanks for your help in the end. Oh hey, Al! How you doing, Protagonist? The Mighty Armstrong and Breda are seeing him off at the train station, is he finally going back to Central to rejoin the Blonde Kids? Well, at least Al will have one heck of a story for him. Never mind, looks like a detour to the graveyard… where there’s someone there? In a brown coat with blond hair… no, it can’t be… It’s him. The man we’ve only seen in flashbacks and the intro. The man who’s forever covered up in pictures. It’s Papa Elric. It’s Hohenheim. … And THAT’S WHERE WE END THE EPISODE?! WHAT THE-

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The Long and the Lost [4]

Title: The Long and the Lost: Part Four

Word Count: 1.8k-ish

Warnings: Physical abuse, mentions of blood, cursing.

A/N: Hey, I’m back with part four! I really hope you have enjoyed the series so far, and as always, feedback is welcome. If you would like to be tagged just let me know. I am trying to post a new part every Saturday, so come back then for more!

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Previously…

By the time Sam’s story comes to a close, you are full-on smiling at the two of them. Sam has gotten more and more expressive, flailing his hands around wildly as he explains how he had flown off the roof of the compound completely drunk, and managed to do flips and tricks all the way to the ground and landed on two feet, all to which Bucky rolls his eyes, “Yeah, you see, he says all that, but forgets to mention the fact he threw up all over himself the second he landed,” Bucky adds, smirking down at you as Sam shoves his side playfully, making you laugh. That laugh is cut short though, the ear-piercing sound of an explosion and metal being ripped apart filling the entire room. The room shakes and the lights flicker as gunshots are heard from above you, men shouting orders and feet pounding against the floor. Instinctively, you press further into Bucky, who tightens his arm around you, keeping you close.

“It’s alright,” he whispers into your ear, “Everything’s alright.”

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Now…

There is nothing but the explosions and bullets echoing from above you, screaming and shouting, boots pounding the pavement, and it doesn’t take long before the sounds grow closer. Bucky still has a tight hold around your side, but now your training has kicked in, so you quickly wiggle your way out of his grasp and rush to the other side of the room, putting the clip back in the gun and preparing to fire. You’ve never killed, but this is different than before, you would be defending yourself, not murdering someone just because. Not for the thrill, but for protection.

“Hey,” Bucky calls for your attention and you turn to face him, worry written across your face, “It’s probably just Steve, he must have found us.” Another explosion thunders, this one much closer, and the gunfire increases in the hallway just outside the door. You raise the gun, aiming at the only entrance to the chamber, calming your nerves.

The metal door bursts open, three unfamiliars storming into the room, then it’s suddenly a standstill. A man in full-body armor is to the left, a red-headed woman in tactical gear on the right, a man with a shield in the center and you stand between them and Bucky and Sam, gun raised and ready to fire. No one moves, but the redhead and the man with a shield each have a gun trained on you.

“Woah, hey,” Bucky shouts, “Don’t shoot!”

The three unfamiliars switch their gaze behind you momentarily, the man with the shield speaking, “Sam, Bucky, you guys alright?”

“A little worse for wear, but we’re fine,” Sam answers.

“Midnight,” Bucky says, “It’s okay they’re not going to hurt you—Guys, stop, just put your guns down, she’s okay—They aren’t going to hurt you, that’s Steve, they’re gonna get us out of here.”

Your mind runs a mile a minute, the entirety of this situation conflicting you, “Steve?” you mutter and the man with the shield turns to look back at you.

“Yeah, we’re friends, came here to take them home.”

Slowly you lower the gun, keeping your gaze locked on them as they move around you to Bucky and Sam. Metal-man’s armor shifts on his wrist and soon a laser cuts through the chains holding the two men hostage.

“Come on, we gotta get out of here,” Steve says, already making his way out with the others right behind, but you stay planted in the room. You suppose it’s a good thing they came for them, but you hate to think about them being gone. After the last week, you don’t know how—

“Doll?” Bucky’s voice calls you out of your mind, “Doll, we have to go, come on,” he motions for you to follow them, everyone is staring back at you. Your eyes widen in shock when you realize they want to take you with them. Shaking your head, you snap into the moment, making a life-changing decision, and rush forward to follow closely behind them. You stick to the back of the group, letting them take the lead down the corridors, making their way to the extraction point before a group of Hydra agents surround you. The redhead takes the front with Steve and Metal-man covers the back with Sam. Before you have a chance to help with anything, an arm wraps around your waist and pushes you into the wall, keeping you there. Just as you are about to react, you look up and find Bucky towering over you, standing between you and the fight, “Stay down,” he orders before spinning back around and attacking one of the agents. Doing as instructed, you try and stay out of the way, which ends up forcing you further down the hallway.

“Traitor,” a voice shouts, causing you to twist around only to find a gun pointed directly at you, the fight slowly coming to a close.

Bucky lands another punch on the guard’s jaw, sending him to the ground unconscious and snaps his head to the direction of the shout of betrayal. The second his gaze comes to focus, his heart drops and he is suddenly fighting his way around people to get to you, “Midnight!”

A shot echoes in the room and Bucky’s heart nearly comes to a full stop, but to his relief, it isn’t your body that drops, it is the agent’s. Another man comes to view from around the corner, his gun aimed at the now dead agent on the floor and you instantly recognize him. The fight ends behind you and all you can do is stare wide-eyed in shock at the man who stands before you, the man that just killed for you, Dilly-Bop.

He looks at you slightly sheepishly, “You can’t just stand there, you’ve got to get out of here,” he says, motioning for you to continue down the hallway. Confusion contorts your mind, this was the man that dragged you everywhere, that was there for years, he was always a bit kinder than the others, but you never thought he would turn against Hydra.

Bucky rushes behind you with the rest of the team, guiding you forward, but before you turn around another corner, Dilly-Bop shouts, “Midnight!” You spin around and face him, his gaze is soft, “My name’s William.”

Your chest pangs in guilt, maybe remorse, “You can’t stay here, traitors don’t get second chances.”

He shakes his head, some of the grey streaks in his hair falling in front of his eyes, “Don’t you worry ‘bout me, Darling, you just keep your head up and live your life. You’ve been here far too long.” He nods to the others and Bucky pushes you forward and around the corner, leaving behind the man that just saved your life.

After a few more minutes of running down the halls and a few cuss words from the redhead, you finally make it to the outside. The sunlight paints the earth in a bright warm glow, contrasting the dim artificial lighting of the base. Half-bare trees dance in the wind and the cold air bites your skin as you all run to the jet waiting for you with a few other people inside. Once the ramp closes behind everyone, the jet takes off, leaving behind the base that has been your home for the last year and the only life you’ve ever known.

Sam walks up to you, his hand resting on yours, “It’s okay, you can let go now,” he says softly and it is only then you realize you still have a death grip on the gun in your hands. You never even used it. Slowly releasing your grip, Sam takes it and unloads it, placing the contents in a case, shooting you a reassuring smile. The jet is minimalistic, some chairs with straps and nets hanging off the walls for gripping. There are slots for mission gear, cases of supplies hidden in the corners and under chairs. The cockpit has a couple swivel seats and a man with blond hair and a regular build pilots the jet while the redhead from earlier sits in the chair next to him, whispering about something. Steve is helping Bucky put on a metal arm, making sure it is secure while the man that was in the armor fixes a few things on his suit.

Your head starts getting really light and the pain in your sides makes itself known again as the adrenalin in your system wears off. Walking to an unoccupied corner of the plane, you collapse in a chair when your knees nearly give out. Blood stains your hands when you go to move the hair from your eyes and it takes a minute to process, but once it does, you immediately check your sides. Several of the stitches have ripped and some of the wounds are now bleeding freely, sliding over the fresh bruises.

“Shit,” someone mutters and before you even look up, Bucky is beside you with a medkit, “Why didn’t you say anything?” You don’t respond, honestly, you can barely even lift your head up, exhaustion taking hold and burying itself deep.

You must have fallen asleep because the next thing you know the jet is landing, the jolt shaking the entire plane, waking you up. Bucky is kneeling in front of you, “Hey, we made it.”

The team offloads but Bucky and Sam stay close beside you, or maybe you are hovering close to them? The building before is massive, several stories tall, glass windows across the top stories, and a large “A” on the side. The lighting is much better than in the base and the hallways are much cleaner, it has a home feel to it but also upholds a business-like appeal. The main color scheme throughout the place so far is whites and silvers, reflecting the light evenly about the rooms.

Bucky leads you around a few more corridors before eventually coming to the med bay, guiding you to take a seat on one of the beds, “We need to get your injuries checked at, alright?” You simply nod and he gives you a worried look but doesn’t say anything.

A couple hours later, the doctor comes back into the room, clipboard in one hand while pushing up his glasses with the other, “Alright, your injuries are in better shape now that we’ve put some new stitches in and properly cleaned it. There aren’t any broken bones, which you are quite lucky about by the way, and as far as we can tell, besides some malnutrition, you seem to be in decent health considering the circumstances. The bruises should heal up in a week or so and the puncture wounds in a couple more. You need to take it easy during that time and I want to see you once a week to make sure everything is healing properly,” you nod and he looks back down at his clipboard and flips through a couple pages, “Okay, I have a prescription—Oh…” he turns his gaze back up to Bucky then down at the paper, “Hold on—that-that can’t be right.”

He walks to the computer and types away for several minutes in silence, “Everything alright there, Doc?” Bucky asks.

In response, the doctor sits in the chair and his shoulders slump before looking back at Bucky, his face drains as he looks at him in disbelief and taking off his glasses. This situation causes a bit of worry to spike in Bucky’s chest, but the doctor stands and walks over to him, “You should...you need to see this,” he mutters, handing Bucky the clipboard and pointing out a specific section on the page.

Bucky gives the doctor a weary look before glancing down at the paper, his breath hitching the second he begins reading—

Patient: Y/n Y/m/n Barnes

DOB: August 17, 1939

Mother: Anna Elizabeth Davis

Father: James Buchanan Barnes

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Ladrien Week: Clumsy

@ladrienjune

Ao3 Fanfiction

What? I got this done before midnight? *Le gasp* how is that possible?

Well, honey, miracles do happen. Let's get on with the show.

I should preface this by saying this is a little ladynoir along with Adrienette in this for...plot reasons? Maybe? I don't know.

Please enjoy.

It was hard not to notice sometimes. When she mistook a step, when she hesitated to make that one long leap, or when she took extra time to gauge her throw with the yo-yo.

Regardless, he didn't think of her any less, definitely not.

And as time went on— especially after Stoneheart— she grew into her role as Ladybug. Becoming more confident with each mission and villain that had been thrown at them.

To the point where, nearly a year after becoming Ladybug and Chat Noir— she knew that Ladybug and the girl beneath the mask were one in the same. That her superhero self came from her. And he got to see that, both in battle as Chat, and alone in his room with her as Adrien.

But…. there were some days where her insecurities leaked through, as all humans have happen to them. She was no exception to that, and that was okay. Because he would be there for her.

Now, what started this thought in Chat's mind was, after the fact that they had just taken down another villain that night, Ladybug had been her usual self, happy, easy going with a smile that always made his heart sing. They gave their signature pound it, and all was good. Nothing out of the ordinary with her.

He was about to run off as he was about to transform back, when she asked if patrol was still in the cards for the evening, which he agreed.

However, when he reached the tower after Plagg had been fed, he noticed something had been...off about her, but he could tell she was trying to push whatever had invaded her mind away.

He knew as he took a seat beside her, and was enveloped in the silence that laid in front of them, he wasn't the one that could push. It wasn't good to push, and he knew better than to do that. So, instead, he shoved his shoulder against her, trying to shake the sadness that had woven itself into her beautiful eyes.

It seemed to work, somewhat. Her head snapped up from its' slumped over position, eyes questing what he was doing."Yeah?"

He shrugged. "Wanna race?"

He wanted to help in any way possible. Be it Chat, or Adrien, he'd do everything that he could. Anything to see her smile. He wouldn't be able to see her tonight as Adrien, she had piles of homework that she had to focus on, but she promised this weekend would be only theirs, as her parents would be out of the city for the entire duration.

His suggestion seemed to help. The foul mood drained from her face, but still held tightly in her eyes. "Sure."

He jumped to his feet, pulling her along with him. He counted down to three and darted off like a blazing bullet. He was halfway to the end finish line, when he looked back to see his bugaboo trailing closely behind, almost matching his pace.

A devious smile graced his face.

Keyword: Almost.

But as she came running to the edge of a roof, he could see the second's hesitation she took before she leaped to the next rooftop. The worry in her eyes about how great the fall would be if she miscalculated her jump. It was hardly noticeable, only someone with his catlike eyes could catch. But it was there, and it worried him to an extent.

He stopped dead in his tracks, catching her before she bounded past him.

She was clearly shocked by the abrupt stop. "Chat, what's going on? I thought we were in a race?"

He nodded. "We were. But you weren't giving your best. I'm not racing with someone that wouldn't give me her best. I want competition, not an easy win. I know you won't talk about it, but whatever happened, whoever said what they did, they're wrong. Plain and simple, they don't know anything about you." She raised a finger, ready to correct him, "Don' t even try to argue," She deflated. "They don't. They really, really don't. So, I won't race until I have my partner back."

He crossed his arms over his chest, daring her. He knew it wouldn't make everything one hundred percent right away, but as long as it worked for now, that was what he cared about.

It worked almost instantly. She smirked. "Okay, Chaton. Let's race."

She turned to race, but was stopped short by her partner once more. "And hey, bugaboo?"

Her eyebrow rose, ready for the puns that would always come. "I'll always catch you if you fall." And winked.

She groaned, but went ahead to start the race.

In the end, she won, just as he knew she would.

Adrien would often times, find himself trying very, very hard not to look for her. Particularly in school, because he knew that she was there, but he also knew he had to respect her and what she wanted, so as much as he wanted, he kept his eyes to himself.

He never admitted it to Ladybug, because he didn't want to hurt in the case that she wasn't— and honestly, he didn't want to get his hopes up in the very rare case that she could be, because no matter what, he loved this girl— but a part of him kinda wished she had been Martinette.

He could deny a crush on his classmate all he wanted— and to a point, it was true. He only had eyes for Ladybug.

But… he couldn't deny the feeling of his heart fluttering and then disappointment right after he came to the conclusion that it wasn't Marinette that had sent that card, that she was in love with someone else.

But then finding out it was indeed from Ladybug brought his mood up ninety nine percent.

He won't admit to that one percent that still wasn't.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, Adrien made a bee line to the table where his friends were seated— his father allowed him to eat at the school for once and he really wanted to spend time with the three.

Marinette had yet to arrive, probably off doing something.

He took the spot next to Nino, who was sitting across from Alya. "Hey, dude. 'Sup?"

Pulling out his food, Adrien shrugged. "Not much. What's up with you guys?"

Alya, in all her excited glory, pulled out her phone and began to update him on the latest akuma attack and how Ladybug and Chat Noir had beaten their own record. Adrien couldn't help but smile at the compliment.

Alya was still in the middle of her ragging story when a loud crash came to the left of them, and sure enough, there was Marinette, face planted on the floor, with food all around her and Chloe standing over her, laughing like a maniac.

Adrien didn't even think, just left his seat, and went over to help the young designer.

All the while, Chloe looked absolutely disgusted. "Adrikens, why are you helping her?"

That was when the reminder of what he and Ladybug had talked about started to sink in and he knew what he had to do, for her sake, and everyone else's. With a firm mind, he did just what he promised to do. "Chloe, you need to stop this. You can't keep harassing people."

She threw her head back and cackled like the witch that she always acted. "Adrkins, don't be ridiculous. Haven't you learned anything from what I told you? People like her are beneath us."

He huffed, putting his body in between Chloe and Marinette, creating a barrier. "No, Chloe. I hate to say this but until you can learn to respect others and do so because you want to, then I'm cutting you off."

She winced at the model, yet he stood his ground. "Cut me off? What does that mean?"

He planted his foot firmly on the ground. "It means, until you learn the consequences of your actions onto others, I won't so much as like a single selfie, respond to any text, and if it comes to it, unfollow and block your profile from my Instagram feed."

She nearly fell to her knees. "But you can't. You just can't!"

He gave her no response as he held out his hand to help Marinette off the ground. Once back on her feet, he took her along with him to the table, not sparing another glance back to his childhood friend.

When they both took their seats, Alya and Nino were dead silent, everyone was.

Marinette looked to him, eyes still a bit sad, but not as bad as they were. "Thanks, Adrien, that...that meant a lot."

He offered a smile, but was still hurt seeing the pain written on her face. It didn't deserve to take residents there. "Hey, Marinette. What do you call a mountain of cats?"

Her eyes automatically narrowed in suspicion, lips pulled for the punchline, as if she was ready for whatever he was gonna throw at her, as if she was used to it. "I don't know, what?"

"A meowtain!"

She groaned, burying her head in her hands, but he could see the hints of a smile in the edges of her lips. "No."

"What's the opposite of negative?"

Her hands fell from her face, but she refused to meet his eyes, "Adrien, no."

"Pawstive."

"Ki-"

She stopped. Whatever she was about to say, she paused as her eyes glossed over for only a second, thinking over what she was about to say, before she currently put it away and looked back to him. "Adrien, cat puns are the worse."

No, they were definitely not, especially when that smile was so bright.

Two days of not seeing his girlfriend as Adrien, and he was finally able to feel excited once more when the usual tap came to his window.

Not a second passed as the window was flung open when she pounced on him, knocking both of them to the floor and nuzzling his neck.

He chuckled before maneuvering to his knees, gripping her tightly and lifting her up along with himself, and carried her to the couch. "What brought all that on?"

She hummed against his neck, sending jolts of electricity throughout him. "Missed you. Kinda a rough week, but it got better, and now its perfect. Sorry for tackling you."

He laughed. "You're welcomed to tackle me anytime, lovebug."

She reached up and pressed a sweet kiss to his jaw. "Thanks."

"Out of curiosity, what's gotten you down?"

She sighed. "I… I don't know. I guess it started with this one reporter that was really being rude."

He hadn't expected that, out of everything that she would've said, that was the last of them. "What happened?"

For a moment, he thought she might not answer, when she said, "Chat had to go recharged his kwami, and this reporter comes up to me, out of the blue, and asks when we think we'll defeat Hawkmoth and asking what was taking so long, and how could they really place their trust in two young teens?"

He kissed her head. "That reporter doesn't know anything. She thinks it’s an easy job because she's not the one going out there and literally risking her life for people. Its easier to judge from the sidelines."

"I know. Just kinda brought me back to before, back when I wasn't Ladybug. Before I became who I am."

"If you need to talk, I'm here. Just vent. Do with what you can, don't tell me too much detail, but do whatever you need to."

She took a long breath before starting from the beginning. How, up until recently, she wasn't close to many people, sure she had friends, but nothing like how her life is now. She kept to herself, quiet. It had been easier that way, because she always thought that she was clumsy and with less people around, there were less to see her fall, trip on herself, on thin air sometimes.

It had just been better.

Then the new school year started, she met different people— him included— and it just became better. She started coming out of her shell, and she started making her own way in school, friends, and life overall— especially in her superhero life.

"But, you wanna know something?"

"What's that, lovebug?"

She pulled back to look at him, running a gloved finger against his bottom lip. "That it's okay, that I'm okay with being clumsy, it's a part of who I am. And I'm proud of that."

Her lips connected to his and everything else just melted away, it was just him and his clumsy little ladybug. Yeah, this was beyond perfect. Beyond what anyone could really comprehend in a lifetime.

Oh, how he loved his clumsy little bug.

We all have our insecurities. And thats okay, just gotta find the right people to be around to help get you through. Lots of love, and see you next time!

#Miraculous Ladybug #ladrienjune #Ladrien #mlb #ml #love square

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