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a-simp-20 · 3 years

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"FAMILY??" [DORI SAKURADA FAN FIC]

Pt.1 Pt.11 Pt.111 Pt.1v [Wip]

[AIB Cast Masterlist]

Gif: Taketo (EVEN)

1st picture: Ryuichi (koe koi)

2nd picture: SUGURU Niragi (Imawa no kuni no arisu)

3rd picture: Fukami Hiroto (Coffee & Vanilla)

4th picture: Mugi (Scums wish)

5th picture: Suguru NIRAGI (Imawa no kuni no arisu)

Summary: Dori come's home from work,and not only he sees his dog inside his house...but there were other people in there too that would shock him.

Warning!: none

Genre: Crack,fluff

ENJOY THE STORY!

Dori sakurada,a famous Japanese actor who lives in Tokyo. Working his career from sunrise to sunset,Right now he just finished shooting a new drama that he's in called: "Alice in borderland/今際の国のアリス". He played as the role of a psychopath named 'Suguru Niragi', he actually wasn't expecting that he would play a role of a villain..but it's worth it I guess.

He sighed,as he got out of the studio to the parking lot where his car was. He opens the door to the drivers seat and started the car,he began to get out of the parking lot and drove back to his house. Today is a struggling day for Dori,he had to do several takes for that one scene where Niragi announced Aguni being the new leader of the beach, he didn't know what was wrong with him when he was shooting that scene..but he felt dizzy when he was shoots ng that scene. He felt like he wanted to almost barf that time,and that is when the director told everyone that they will get a 10 minute break.

He pulled his car on his drive way and got out of it. He went to his front door and searched for his house key that were inside his pockets, he heard his dog barking from the inside of his house"I'm coming Fanta!,just wait for a second okay!" He yelled from outside of his house as the barking of his dog stops and only quiet whimpers were heard "Fanta?" Dori yelled "Fanta you okay bud!!" He yelled again as he got his key out of his pockets and unlocked the door.

He got in side his house to be met with a shocking scene "THIS IS SO FRICKED UP WHY AM I SUPPOSED TO BE HERE ANYWAYS!?" "H-hey,maybe we should all calm down??" "I actually agree with him,so you..the one with the riffle, please remain calm or I will throw this strawberry at you" "Haha!,okay guys seriously who are you guy's,I really need to write a song ya know-" "Could you please shut the Frick up for just one second you guitar boy" "Okay okay everyone,calm down!. Let's all settle down and-"

"What the...is this a dream or am I imagining thing's?" Dori interrupted the five of their conversation "you,are you the owner of the house?" One of Dori's characters said. The one who asked Dori was Fukami,one of his romance drama characters "um..ye-" "Nonsense!,he could be just like us!. Maybe he's from another universe and just ended up in this fricking house!" Another one said. Dori looking at the one that was complaining about him,it was Niragi..one of his recent Characters"No...well urm..i just got home from work and ye-" "S-so you're not one of us?" Another one said with a trembling voice,and the one who spoke was Niragi again,but this time it's the Middle School version of him"yes yes,I am not one of you" Dori exclaim. "But you look just like us!, the facial features..urm...Everything!" An energetic voice said,which was owned by Taketo..one of his characters from a J-Movie called EVEN "Well this might be sudden but..i'm all of you guys' ac-" "So,are you like the one who brought all of us here or what?" Mugi said, Mugi is one of Dori's romance Characters,just like Fukami "Can all of you please stop cutting my sente-" "Come on you guys!,we should stop cutting his sentences!. Maybe he's trying to tell us something,maybe on how we got here??" Ryuichi said, Ryuichi is from a romance drama named Koe Koi"C-can I talk now??" Dori said,eyeing each one of them with a glare.

[TIME SKIP,AFTER EXPLAINING]

All of them went silent,Fanta was now sitting on the couch as he slowly dripped off to sleep"So,you're our actor?" Taketo Started,as he hugged his broken electric guitar,that was now taped with duck tape"Yes..yes I am" Dori said calmly"And how do we know that you ARE our actor??" Niragi said,snickering as he put his legs on the table "Listen here Niragi- oi!,get your stinky dirty boots off my table!. I cleaned the table like- yesterday you know!" Dori said as he smacked Niragi's thighs so that his legs will get off of the table"Let's settle this then,since there are two Niragi's here..how about I give the both of you seperate names like" Dori stopped and pointed at Middle School Niragi "You!,the Middle school version of this psychopath. I now shall call you by your first name,Suguru!" Dori said "Wait,what did you call the other me-" "And you!,the psychopath version. I will call you by your last name, Niragi!." Dori said,Niragi just rolled his eyes"Why would you call us like that?" Niragi said to Dori,squinting his eyes in annoyance "I-i think it's because we're the same person, So yeah he gave us a slice of our name" Suguru said,putting his school bag beside him as he adjusted his glasses "tch..good pont there bud" Niragi said,leaning on the black couch.

"Okay,then..but the point is,how did we get here?" Fukami said as he bites on the strawberry that he was holding before" I don't know,how did you guys get here anyway and what were you guys doing?" Dori asked. Silent filled the room again as all of them sat there in complete confusion "Well then,Allow me to start!" Ryuichi said,breaking the silence "I was at the school festival with Keicho and the other's. After that I suddenly fell a sleep and just ended up here in this house,laying on the floor with this bread that was in my mouth" Ryuichi explained,showing the bitten Melon bread in his hands"Good story, mine is actually like that too. But we'll,I was at my house eating strawberries with Risa,and when she left my house, like Ryuichi said..i fell asleep and ended up here" Fukami said,as he bit his strawberry once again"Well,I was at school in class. I was staring at the window yada yada yada fell asleep and ended up here" Mugi said,crossing his arms as he wipe his head a bit to get his bangs out of his face"How about the both of you,Niragi? Suguru?" Dori asked, looking directly at the two that were sitting beside eachother"W-well,I was in the nurse's office...and um..the nurse said that I should lay down on one of the white beds that were in the office..so I did and fell asleep,and ended up here" "I came back after a bloody game and instantly went to my room,fell asleep and ended up here!" Niragi said,crossing his arms"Wait,w-what happened to me?" Suguru asked Niragi"Kid..i'll tell after this whole fricking conversation is done okay?" Niragi said softly to Suguru,Suguru nodded as he hugged his schools bag" Well,I was with my band..one of the members were yelling at me,saying that if I don't make a new song the band needs to break up,but well at least my childhood best friend was there. And after that,same thing happened to me like the others..fell asleep and yeah" He said,still hugging his electric guitar.

"Well..i suppose that all of you are just gonna stay here for the ni-" "I'll get myself a hotel thanks" Fukami interrupted Dori's sentence,as he got up and walked towards the front door,Dori quickly followed his dopleganger and grabbed his wrist"Do you even have ANY money?" Dori exclaims,looking at him straight in the eye's "....no" Fukami mumbled,his head down"That's what i thought,and that is why you are all going to stay at this house for like...I don't know how many days!" Dori chuckled nervously,as he let go of Fukami's wrist slowly "Well it's settle then,that means we're going to new schools" Ryuichi said excitedly "What about your parents?" Dori asked as he tilted his head a little "Don't worry about them,maybe there's another us back there replacing us that are here right now in this universe" Mugi said in a tired town.

Surprisingly, his characters have their own height..like,Suguru being shorter then Dori since he's a middle schooler and Fukami being taller then Dori. After all the talking that all do them had,Dori insisted that he will make dinner for them. Fukami helped with the cooking while the rest helped setting up the table,"Hey there!,stop!" Someone laughed,Dori whipped his head around to see Suguru and Ryuichi Playing with Fanta that was licking Suguru's face while Ryuichi just started in amazement"Hey Dori..urm,the curry is done..where are the bowls?" Dori snapped out his gaze as he looked up at Fukami smiling softly"Their in the left cabinet" Dori said as Fukami opened the left cabinet and got a large bowl out, Dori turned off the stove as Fukami poured the curry into the bowl.

All of them are now sitting at the dinner table,as Dori pured each one of their rice bowls with the Curry he and Fukami made "Itadakimasu" Everyone said in sync as they began to eat the Curry"hmm..not bad" Niragi shrugs. Niragi felt something beneath the dinner table,he looked down to see Fanta pawing at his black socks,Niragi grins"What?,ya hungry or something bud?" Niragi said to Fanta. Fanta just barks "There are some dog treats in one of the kitchens cabinets,your can feed him that" Dori smiled at him softly,Niragi getting up to grab the dog treats,Fanta following behind him.

Niragi Opens one of the cabinets and pulled out the canine treats, he shook the box of treats a little,receiving a bark from Fanta that is sticking his tongue out as his tail wags happily,Fanta leads Niragi to his dog bowl as Niragi pours the dog treats inside the bowl for Fanta to eat "There ya go bud" Niragi said,as he petted Fanta's soft golden fur as he eats the dog treats that Niragi has given him. Dori smiling softly at the scene,After dinner Suguru and Ryuichi insisted on cleaning the dishes. After that they all went to bed,Dori turned off all the lights from his house as his Characters found themselves guest rooms for one and each six of them to sleep in,Dori sighed as he got up stairs and went inside his room,Fanta following him behind as the both of them got into Dori's room. Dori jumped into his bed as Fanta joined him,Dori hugged his Black and red tube shaped like body pillow and covered himself beneath his grey sheets as Fanta snuggles himself in his great sheets "Ya know Fanta?, is it just me..or are we sort of kinda look like a good FAMILY??" Dori said,as Fanta just replied with a soft whimper as he shuffles from his spot,Dori stroking Fanta's Golden fur"Me too budy,me too. Now,good night" He said,as he turned off the lights that were on his bedside table and drifted off to sleep.

#sakurada dori #dori sakurada #alice in borderland #aib #niragi suguru #imawa no kuni no alice #niragi #coffe and vanilla #Hiroto Fukami #Fukami Hiroto #Scums wish #Mugi #EVEN #Taketo #Koe koi #Ryuichi #di my hands cramped writing this? yes yes it did #but do i enjoy the results #yes yes i did

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dfcfanfics · 3 years

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I May Have Made A Minor Miscalculation Miraculous Prompt of the Day

The Grey Goo Problem

"...Two more over there!"

Ladybug's cry and gesture sent Chat Noir into instant motion, despite his exhaustion. Between the two of them, they made short work of the villain's constructs, who dissolved into puddles of purplish-grey goo once hit with enough force.

"This is insane," Chat panted. "We've taken out fifty of them, today alone! And I feel like we're no closer to finishing this than when we began."

"We fight until we drop," Ladybug reminded him. "These things have to have a weakness... a secret as to where they're coming from... and we're going to find it."

"We're not going to find it if we're spending all our time fighting them off," argued Chat. "And we can't not fight them. If we ignore them, they start chasing normal people around, instead!"

"Over th--" began Ladybug... then stopped.

"...What?" Chat asked.

"LOOK!"

He expected to see more of the villain's proxies, perhaps a large group of them. Instead, a tall figure stood quietly in the middle of the courtyard... one whose visage neither of them could ever forget.

~--~

"Ladybug... Chat Noir. I have found you, at last," Hawkmoth intoned as he saw them rush in his direction. "Please. I have not come to--"

"HI-YAH!"

A flying kick and a baton strike sent Hawkmoth sprawling, crashing through the side of a small bus stop. He began to climb to his feet, slowly. "Stop," he called out, in a weak voice. "This is not--"

THWACK!

He went flying again, this time tumbling across the sidewalk into the street.

"Keep the pressure on!" Chat yelled. "We can't let him regroup! We may only get one chance at this!"

"He's not getting away from us this time!" Ladybug declared, through gritted teeth. "We're finishing this!"

An impromptu game of Hawkmoth Pinball sent the archvillain flying repeatedly. It felt satisfying to Ladybug, getting some revenge in for all the pain Hawkmoth had inflicted on this city... and, yet, something in the back of her mind told her that something here was wrong.

"Please," Hawkmoth begged. "I need you to listen--"

A high-low combination sent him flat on his back, with a baton at his throat.

"Forget it, you scum," Chat glared, fire in his eyes. "This time, we've got you! Once and for all."

"...Chat?" Ladybug wondered. "Keep him covered. Don't let him up. But have you noticed something strange about what's happening here?"

"...Like what?"

"Like... Hawkmoth had the drop on us. He saw us before we saw him. But he didn't do anything... and he hasn't attacked us at all," Ladybug pointed out. "He hasn't even lifted a finger to defend himself."

"You're right," considered Chat. "Maybe... this is some kind of decoy? Not the real Hawkmoth?"

"I... assure you, children... I am the genuine... article," wheezed Hawkmoth. "But I have not... come here for... a fight."

"Your critters certainly have," Chat barked.

"Those... critters... are why I am here," Hawkmoth gasped. "I need... your help... to stop them... or we are all doomed."

Chat and Ladybug stared at each other, in disbelief over what they'd just heard.

"Chat... let him up. Just for a moment."

"You're kidding--"

"Something's wrong here. Hawkmoth doesn't even seem like a threat right now," mused Ladybug. "He looks like he can barely stand up, in fact. We've hit him harder than this before, and he's kept on coming."

With that in mind, Chat pulled his baton back slightly, keeping it pointed at Hawkmoth's head just in case. The villain reached out towards it, used it to help pull himself off the ground, and only got as far as a nearby bench before collapsing onto it.

"All right, Hawkmoth. You wanted to talk... so talk," Ladybug growled. "What the heck have you done?"

~--~

"Ladybug... do you remember our very first battle? Stoneheart?" Hawkmoth began, slowly regaining his breath.

"Of course."

"You failed to purify the initial Akuma... so it flew away, it divided, and you had many Stonehearts to contend with as a result," he reminded her. "A mistake that you have not repeated since then. I considered that about a week ago, and had what I thought was a brilliant idea... though I have since recategorized it otherwise."

Chat waggled his baton, as if suggesting, Go on...

"This Akuma has a self-destruct function," Hawkmoth explained. "After a period of time, roughly one day, its focus disintegrates. The Akuma floats away, unharmed... it finds a quiet spot... and it separates into several more, at which point the original reforms as well. 'Divide and Conquer,' I called it... a central villain that divides endlessly into a conquering army of independent drones."

"Ohhhh," Chat frowned. "I get it. They keep multiplying and coming after us... but we might not have even seen the main villain yet. He just sits in hiding and generates these blob things."

"Clever. Nasty, but clever," Ladybug conceded. "So... why do you look so concerned? You wouldn't come out of hiding without a very good reason."

"Something... has gone wrong. I do not know what; some quirk in the magic, I suppose," Hawkmoth gasped. "The drones are beginning to multiply independently! They do not have foci of their own, so they should not have that capability... I do not know if they are dividing somehow, akin to cellular mitosis, or if they have somehow developed their own magical mechanism."

"I don't like the sound of that," worried Ladybug.

"I REALLY don't like the sound of that," Chat declared. "If the spawns are now also spawning new ones... this could turn into exponential growth very quickly."

He turned to Ladybug with a somber expression on his face. "Dozens could become hundreds... then thousands.. then millions! This whole city could be buried under an avalanche of these things."

Ladybug considered that concept with horror... then glared at Hawkmoth. "We get the picture," she grumbled. "What do you want from us, to stop this... our surrender? Our Miraculous?"

"...Ladybug?" Chat noted. "If this is his victory lap, he doesn't seem too happy about it."

Hawkmoth closed his eyes. "You do not understand fully," he sighed. "Every time these divide and multiply... there is a mystic link back to me that draws a little bit of energy, which powers it. I felt that I could handle the increasing drain... because, surely, a couple of dozen villains would prove to be more than you can handle? But now we are in at least the hundreds, perhaps the low thousands, and I am being suctioned away like water by a sponge. It took all of my strength just to venture forth to find you."

"So... call the Akuma back, or something!" Ladybug shouted. "You have that power, right? To take it away if your target disobeys your orders."

"I have tried," Hawkmoth replied. "It is not working. I suspect that I am too weak now to wield that authority over it. And if this continues... I am sure that I will be dead within days. Perhaps hours."

"We're... not going to let that happen," said Ladybug. "And not just because we don't know if that would stop the dividing."

"Great. Just great," muttered Chat. "So where is the master villain, anyway? The Divide that's sending out all these Conquerors?"

Hawkmoth lowered his eyes.

"I have no idea."

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #fanfic #prompt #the best laid plans #that's what I call a sticky situation #god bows to math

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ibijau · 4 years

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A continuation of NHS being revealed as half-demon after the Sunshot Campaign. Since I don’t think we ever see any demons in mdzs, I tried to borrow from Scum Villain for the general attitude towards them

With a frantic nervousness he could not quite contain, Nie Huaisang rearranged his hair once more, only for it to come out as ridiculous as everything he'd already tried. He'd spent hours on this, desperate attempts to hide what everyone would know was there anyway. He was tempted to beg his brother to buy him some white powder, even though he'd already tried that back in Qinghe, with little success. The mark on his forehead had shined through the makeup, bright red.

A stupid hairdo really was his only chance to keep it away from prying eyes, but to show himself looking so stupid, and in Carp Tower of all places was…

Catching a glimpse of himself in the copper mirror he'd been using, Nie Huaisang let out a frustrated groan. After being teased for years over his vanity, his own reflection was now so hateful to him that he grabbed that innocent mirror and threw it at the inn's wall just as Nie Mingjue entered the room.

His brother gave him on long, unimpressed look before picking up the mirror.

"Do your hair properly, and do it quick. I'd rather not be late."

"I'm not going," Nie Huaisang announced, but he still started combing his hair in a more acceptable fashion. "What's the point anyway? If I'm here, it'll just make everything harder."

Nie Mingjue handed him back the mirror, but stole the comb from his hand and sat behind him. Nie Huaisang couldn't help a shiver as his brother started brushing his hair, then separating some strands for the rest so they could be braided. It had been years since Nie Mingjue had done this for him. He had never thought to miss him, too proud of finally being old enough to do it himself, but there was a comfort in being taken care of in this way.

"You have to be here," Nie Mingjue said as he started braiding. "You are not a danger to anyone. One incident doesn't make you dangerous."

"There could be other incidents," Nie Huaisang muttered. "If you got hurt again…"

"I won't."

In spite of his mood, Nie Huaisang snorted at hid brother's assurance. At the same time, if there was one man capable of making such a promise, it was Nie Mingjue. The only people who had ever managed to hurt him had been Wen Ruohan at the height of his power, and one lucky yet impossibly unfortunate Wen cultivator whom Nie Huaisang had promptly…

He shivered at the memory. It was still unclear to him where that power had come from, or how he had unleashed it with such rageful precision. But it had been there, and he could still feel it thruming within him every time his emotions grew too strong. So far, it had never exploded again. It might, though. Nie Huaisang had spent the last few weeks in fear of himself.

"What do you think they'll say?" Nie Huaisang whispered.

"Nothing if they're smart," Nie Mingjue barked, starting another braid and pulling a little too hard. "You've done nothing wrong. You did not harm anyone on our side, that's more than Wei Wuxian can say."

"But Wei Wuxian is human."

Nie Mingjue's hands stilled on his hair. They both tried to avoid a certain word when they spoke about the matter, but avoiding it didn't change the truth.

"You're human too," Nie Mingjue claimed, his hands resuming their movement. "Human enough, and raised as one. You are Qinghe Nie's second master, you are my heir until I get children. You are one of us, and anyone who attacks my brother will have to deal with me."

That was exactly what scared Nie Huaisang, although he judged it wiser to keep quiet. But in protecting him, Nie Mingjue might be endangered, and it was the sight of him wounded and bleeding which had awakened Nie Huaisang’s nature. They had been lucky the first time, the people he had slaughtered had been enemies to all. But if someone else harmed Nie Mingjue, if Nie Huaisang became enraged and killed allies…

The Great Four Clans rarely had dealings with demons, but smaller ones situated in wilder places did, and bore them little love. They would take offence to seeing a member of this despised race treated as an equal, as a superior even. It would create trouble. After all they were cultivators. Bickering over imagined slights was what they all did best.

"I really think it'd be best if I didn't come," Nie Huaisang repeated.

"They have to see you're not dangerous. And I cannot leave you alone. I'm not taking that risk. If some idiot decides to attack you while I'm gone, you'll end up dead or in serious trouble."

Nie Huaisang sighed but did not insist, and allowed his brother to finish doing his hair in silence. When Nie Mingjue was finished, he checked himself in the mirror. The braids were elegant, almost dainty, just the way he liked to do them for himself and which got him scolded sometimes… But all Nie Huaisang could really see was that burning mark on his skin, like the brand of a criminal.

It was going to be one very unpleasant conference.

Officially, the reason so many clans, large and small, had made it to Lanling on such short notice was that with the war over, many matters needed to be settled. But even a fool would have noticed how conversations dropped the instant Nie Huaisang and his brother entered the halls, the way everyone's attention turned their way. It was not exactly new of course, because Nie Mingjue was the sort of man who nobody could ignore. If Nie Huaisang tried very hard, he could pretend it was his brother they were looking at.

“Stay close,” Nie Mingjue ordered as they walked to greet their host. “Don’t make waves.”

The same orders as always, and it comforted Nie Huaisang a little. He could tell himself everything was the same, that nobody was staring at his forehead, that they weren’t whispering about him with expressions going from fear to disgust. Maybe he should have come with that stupid hairdo he’d tried, just so people would at least have a better reason to stare.

Still, among all those faces turned on him, at least one broke into a smile. Certainly Wei Wuxian was the center of enough fear and suspicion that his support would mean little, but Nie Huaisang still felt relieved. At least one person out there treated him normally. Two people in fact, since Jiang Cheng, noticing his brother's smile, gave Nie Huaisang a stern nod. Coming from him, it was the equivalent of shouting Nie Huaisang’s name while waving at him. And Lan Xichen had promised his support of course, as had Jin Guangyao, and… And there was Mingjue at his side of course.

Nie Huaisang wasn't alone, and as long as he ket his calm, everything would be fine.

When they arrived before Jin Guangshan, both brothers bowed. Nie Huaisang made an extra effort to keep his movements graceful, as much as a woman's, hoping to demonstrate how utterly harmless he was even though two dozen cultivators of all ranks could testify otherwise.

"Sect Leader Nie, it is a pleasure to have you here," Jin Guangshan announced, lying through his teeth as always. Nie Huaisang rarely minded politics, but even he had to notice certain things. Then, to his shock and horror, Jin Guangshan looked at him, and smiled. "Second Master Nie, I'm glad you could make it as well."

Nie Huaisang’s mind went blank at being addressed this way. As far as he could remember, Jin Guangshan had never said a word to him before, rightfully judging that the bastard second master of Qinghe Nie was beneath his consideration. It took Nie Mingjue elbowing him in the ribs to get him out of his daze, pushing him to mumble some words of thanks for the warm welcome.

Thankfully Jin Guangshan did not push for more conversation at that moment, and they were able to go take their seats. A few more sects arrived after them, but soon enough everyone was there and the debates could start. Usually Nie Huaisang paid little attention to those conferences. If at all possible, he liked to bring a book to keep on his lap, hidden from other cultivators and from his brother. Otherwise he daydreamed, or observed the outfits of other guests, hoping that soon enough he’d have a chance to complain about them with Jiang Cheng. But that day, Nie Huaisang forced himself to listen to that tedious, boring litany of territory disputes and petty problems. Through it all, he could still feel eyes on him.

After a while of nothing but insignificant arguments, Nie Huaisang started relaxing a little. Nothing important seemed to be happening, and there was still time to look around and be judgmental of at least some outfits. He looked around for Sect Leader Yao, always certain to provide a few faux-pas to laugh about with Jiang Cheng. Indeed, that day the insufferable man was wearing an outer robe with a most atrocious pattern, and…

“It has been hard enough to fight off demons in the past,” a voice said, instantly drawing Nie Huaisang’s attention back to the conversation. “How are we going to deal with them once they learn that some major sects are willing to offer them help and protection?”

Nie Huaisang felt his stomach flip at the accusation, one rather more direct than he’d have expected to hear, but did his best to keep his composure when all eyes turned on him again. He looked for the man who had spoken, and found that it was someone he did not know. A small, outer sect then. Judging by where he was seated and the look of horrified embarrassment on Jin Guangyao’s face, he must have been linked to Lanling Jin to some degree. Nie Huaisang looked at his brother who ignored him, as if none of this concerned them.

“I’m sure nobody here would offer assistance to demons,” Jin Guangshan assured that sect leader, and he too made efforts not to look at Nie Huaisang. “It goes against the principles of every decent sect to collude with those creatures. I know what stories you might have heard, Sect Leader Ling, and I assure you they are being investigated, but demons are still not tolerated anywhere.”

“And yet there’s one sitting among us right now!”

Nie Huaisang tensed, and looked down at his lap, hoping against all hope that if he lowered his head enough, the mark would become less visible. Next to him, his brother chose instead to sit straighter, if such a thing were possible.

“I will hear no idle accusations made against my brother,” Nie Mingjue warned with worrying calm. “Nie Huaisang is a member of Qinghe Nie and will be treated as such.”

“So you do claim that creature as your own blood?” Sect Leader Ling asked.

“If Nie Huaisang did any evil, the principles of Qinghe Nie would dictate that he face justice for it. Those same principles also state that no injustice will be tolerated against the innocent. Unless he starts acting in a way that demands punishment, my brother is my brother. The details of his birth do not change that.”

“You will protect a demon!”

“Only if anyone is foolish enough to threaten him without cause,” Nie Mingjue said.

Whispers rose from amongst the assembled cultivators and Nie Huaisang wished he hadn’t come. In his absence, Nie Mingjue’s words would have had more impact, people would only have thought of Nie Huaisang as the short, foolish boy who always trailed behind his brother and laughed too loud sometimes. But being there, it was impossible for them not to see the mark on his forehead, and thus it was impossible not to see what he was.

In his absence, Nie Mingjue’s words would have come off as legitimate protectiveness. Instead, they were taken as arrogance, as rebellion even. For the leader of such a great sect to show himself with a demon at his side…

“No one is threatening anyone,” Jin Guangshan intervened with a good natured laugh, as if he were merely breaking a squabble between children. “Sect Leader Ling’s concerns are not baseless, but Sect Leader Nie is right as well. As I understand it, there has only been one incident involving his brother, and it was in legitimate defence, wasn’t it?”

He looked at Jin Guangyao who smiled at his father and nodded.

“There was an ambush, and Nie Huaisang saved many lives by defeating some Wen cultivators who had previously escaped capture,” Jin Guangyao stated. “I am sure all of us who were present that day are very grateful for his quick intervention and we do not care how he happened to protect us.”

He said that with such conviction that Nie Huaisang himself would have believed him, if he hadn't seen how even Qinghe Nie disciples avoided him since that day, how servants at home refused to approach him. Even Lan Xichen had flinched when during a conversation Nie Huaisang had carelessly touched him, as he always did. The only person to show no disgust was Nie Mingjue, but even that might still change.

"Isn't that just the same as admitting he's dangerous?" Sect Leader Ling objected. "He's had his first taste of blood now. I've fought enough demons to tell you once they learn to kill, there's no going back. It's their nature, they are vicious."

Had the situation not been so dire, Nie Huaisang might have laughed. He had never liked violence much, and now less than ever. He still shivered in horror every time he thought about that incident and the things he'd done.

And yet, part of him did not hate it as much as he should have. Blood and death still made him faint, but the thrill of having protected his brother, of being the stronger one for once, of returning the favour at last after a lifetime of hiding behind Nie Mingjue at the first sign of trouble…

But that did not make him a monster, did it? It was normal to wish to protect his brother, it did not make him bloodthirsty and wild, did it?

On the other side of Nie Mingjue, Lan Xichen rose from his seat, calm and elegant as always but with a rare hardness to his smile.

"Sect Leader Ling, do you really wish to bring people's nature into this?" he asked. "The nature of humans is to be weak and die early. Yet as cultivators we all seek to avoid that fate, to reach great strength and acquire immortality. If we can go against our own nature and be accepted and encouraged by our peers, Nie Huaisang should deserve the same chance. I have known him for years and never once saw him act with cruelty. My uncle taught him and never saw a trace of evil within him, or he would have taken appropriate measures. Is there anyone here who has reproaches to make, not on what Nie Huaisang could do, but on what he has already done?"

As he sat down again, silence fell all around. Nie Huaisang could have kissed Lan Xichen for defending him this way, and he saw his brother relax a little as well. No matter how strong it had become, Qinghe Nie was still a butcher's sect. But Gusu Lan had a spotless reputation for purity and righteousness, so its leader's defence of Nie Huaisang hit differently. Even sect leader Ling appeared more hesitant after this.

“I have said what I had to say on this matter!” he claimed, glaring first at Lan Xichen, then at the Nie brothers. “Give a demon all the chances you like, if you think it can become other than what it is. When it turns against you, do not come crying for help.”

Apparently satisfied with his intervention, sect leader Ling allowed the matter to be dropped. There was a moment of awkwardness as no one could quite figure out how to go on with the conference after so much tension. But quickly enough sect leader Yao, bless him, appeared to remember that he had no sense of shame and simply started complaining about a dispute he had with a neighbouring sect. Everyone was forced to listen to that annoying man, while Nie Huaisang allowed himself to relax and risked a glance at his brother. Nie Mingjue still looked deeply unhappy, but he managed a tense smile when their eyes met.

The situation wasn’t ideal, but they could do this. They still had friends, and even if they ended up losing those friends, they would at least have each other.

#nie huaisang #nie mingjue #lan xichen #jin guangyao #jin guangshan #mdzs #jau writes #demon nhs #100% my motivation to write this was the idea of nhs trying on increasingly stupid hairdos to hide his demon mark #the rest is just decoration

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unitbravo · 5 years

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pride

a quick little one shot i wrote because i was bored and wanted to make my sidestep suffer

words: 1.5k

characters: nb!sidestep, ricardo ortega, lady argent, herald

warnings: canon typical violence

you forgot how good this felt. the power.

watching everyone look at you with fear and awe in equal measure is intoxicating. the way the reporters inch backwards as you approach, locked in a struggle with herald, and yet they can’t stop themselves from snapping pictures. even if it means they have to get dangerously close to do it.

your first proper, villainous outing since the museum. your suit has been appropriately modified to make sure you don’t make any of the same mistakes from last time. you can’t. you won’t.

you allow the young ranger to push you back with his blows, pressuring you away from the cameras. but you know exactly what you’re doing. biding your time. he continues his assault, backing you just close enough to the street lamp for you to rest your hand on it.

your left hand.

“had enough?” amusingly enough, his tone is boastful. proud. as if he had won. as if you hadn’t allowed this.

the cage that houses your nanovores opens slowly, and with the help of the rat king, you guide them to eat away at the base of the light post, the heavy metal pole creaking at the sudden lack of weight supporting it.

“not quite.”

beneath your mask, you smile. and then you step out of the way, just in time for the post to crash down on herald.

it traps his torso beneath it. you know it won’t hold him for long, though, so you act fast. you stride up to him, cape billowing behind you imposingly- the wind is against you, probably giving the reporters some fantastic shots. your heavy, armored boot lands on his chest, pressing down hard to hold him in place, pinned to the ground. was that the snap of bone?

you chuckle to yourself, vocal distorters making it sound more like a growl.

he doesn’t even have the decency to look defeated.

“you won’t--”

this earns a roll of your eyes, and you almost wish he could see it. you wish he could see how little you think of him.

“get away with this?” the boot on his chest flies up to kick him in the jaw. it sends his head snapping back, his skull cracking against the asphalt with a satisfyingly sickening noise. and then he’s out. “i already have.”

you look around at the destruction so far. a car with a dented hood, a fallen lamp post, and an unconscious ranger. not bad for round one.

but you know the fight would not be over so soon. charge comes barreling down the street towards you, and you know argent and steel must be close behind. they must have learned from the last fight that it will take more than a one on one to bring you down.

you wonder if times like this, fights with you, make ortega miss insoo all the much more. he was always there for him in a fight, backing him up as soon as he needed it. the odds never looked too grim with him around. good old reliable sidestep.

it’s too bad insoo is dead. sidestep is dead.

too bad for him, anyway.

it’s time to make a decision. stay for a three versus one, or retreat, and take the rangers another day. you achieved what you set out to do.

barely even giving you time to think, ortega is upon you, this time dressed in the classic indigo of the rangers. he looks rather dashing, you must say. the cameras must be eating this up. the valiant hero, swooping in to save his fallen comrade. you know they want a show. you peek over his shoulder as you trade blows with him, only half paying attention to this fight. you’ve beaten him before. you can beat him again. there are no flashes of silver women or power armor charging down the street just yet, so you figure staying and fighting awhile can’t hurt you too badly.

to be honest, you’ve been looking forward to this. the rush you got last time you fought ortega would be impossible to replicate on your own. it’s an intricate dance you two go through, and for now you’re the one leading. you feint to the right, immediately following with a left hook to his gut when he blocks the first. he gasps loudly, though admirably doesn’t double over.

his electrical charged blows barely effect your armor, just as before. you wonder if he’ll try the knife trick again. you’ve accounted for that, of course. he can’t hurt you, no matter how hard he tries.

“do you miss your pet sidekick, worm?” you taunt him, blocking yet another of his blows. the question seems to take him aback, giving you the opportunity to kick him into a wall. the concrete actually caves a little where he hits it. that feels good.

regaining his footing, he dusts himself off, eyes narrowed at you. not in anger, you realize. you’ve known him long enough to know that look. he’s scrutinizing you. and so you continue.

“no timely rescues from your other rangers, it seems. but sidestep was good at that, weren’t they? saving your ass just when you needed it?” you bark a harsh laugh, and you’re pleased to hear it distorted into a howl. “too bad they’re dead. this almost would have been a fair fight with them here.”

“don’t talk about them,” he grunts, leaping at you with another flurry of blows. “you’re nothing compared to them. sidestep was twice the person you’ll ever be, scum.”

you’ll admit it, this irks you. sidestep was a pathetic use of your power. look how much more you can do now, how much you’ve accomplished, and he still thinks that dead persona is better than you?

“oh, please. they were weak. you were both weak. you think that pathetic excuse for a ‘hero’ could take me on?”

“i know they could.”

despite yourself, you feel your anger growing. how dare he speak to you like you’re just another common criminal? you are a force to be reckoned with! to fear! you growl for real this time, and it comes out sounding more menacing than you could have dreamed. enough talking. time to take him out and make your getaway.

except you get tackled from behind.

shit.

silver arms have wrapped your torso in a vice grip, and the two of you go skidding across the ground.

shit!

it seems lady argent has arrived. and she doesn’t waste any time, sinking her claws into the weak spots between your armor’s plating. you hiss, the hud lighting up yellow to notify you of the damage. she’s been studying your suit, clearly. there was almost no hesitation to her strike. she knew exactly where to hit it to do some actual harm to the suit.

she may be strong, but so are you. you kick her off of you with both legs, scrabbling to your feet, only for charge to kick you in the back of the knee. when did he get behind you? you thought you were keeping track of him. you fall to one knee, clenching your fists as they both assault you with attacks, your armor registering the blows. you take one deep breath, and then two. you’d seen people do this to center themselves, to prepare. but it doesn’t work for you. your rage bubbles in your stomach, threatening you with its heat. this isn’t good for you. you need to keep your emotions in check before they take control of you.

you regain your footing once more, hopping back a few steps so that argent and charge are both in your line of sight. there are claw marks on your armor plating, which makes you grit your teeth. you’ll need a new paint job, too. do these people not realize how expensive this suit is?

charge aims a blow towards your helmet, while argent swipes at your arms and torso. they work efficiently enough to make you appreciate it for just a moment before argent digs her nails into the gauntlet on your right hand, making more orange warnings pop up in your peripheral vision. ortega uses the opening she made to thrust his knife in, and you scream.

not because it hurts, but because you’re enraged.

the suits warnings are blinking more frantically now, alerting you of the damage done. armor at 60% integrity. you’re not sure how much more of this onslaught it can take. and the way they’re looking at you.. it’s completely different from your first time facing them. alone, you were a threat. someone not to be taken lightly. someone serious

but when they’re together, they have time to pose for the cameras. ortega is smiling again. when they’re together, you’re nothing.

the thought staggers you for a moment, which is enough for argent to wrap her impossibly strong fingers around your throat. she’s squeezing, you register vaguely. but you have to wonder why you thought you could do this.

who did you think you were?

you’re a nobody. you always have been.

for a moment, it was different. you were different.

but in the end, nothing changes. people don’t change.

and the rangers always get their man.

#this is like #so self indulgent lol #i just wanted to see insoo get taken down a peg #:) they're annoying #i love them #uhh tags..#insoo choi #fallen hero: rebirth #ricardo ortega #ortega #lady argent #argent #herald #fhr #im gonna go wild and live in the woods now dont @me ever again #i might... start posting stuff here more?#so?#writing #???

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caindoglover · 7 years

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Mine

A shorter one, but I really wanted to capture a moment like this. This probably happens a couple months after the last chapter.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12387858/5/The-Thin-Line

Enjoy!

Batman sits alone in front of the television watching Serendipity for the millionth time. It is late enough for Richard to be in bed, but early enough for Barbara and Alfred to be wandering around somewhere. Usually he waits for them to go to sleep before slipping into his suit, but he didn’t feel like waiting tonight. He just has this feeling that something will happen tonight – some sort of crime – and earlier than usual.

He makes it about halfway through the movie when the alarms blare throughout the house. He snaps his head up and calls, “Computer! Who is it?” With his security system tapped into all the cameras in the city it is easy to know.

“The Joker, sir. Alone.”

Batman shoves himself from the cushion and leaps over the back of the couch. “Mine! Called it!” he yells it so Alfred and Barbara – Barbara in particular – don’t go out instead. “I got this.” He rubs his hands together. It’s been a while since the Joker has gone it alone. At the very least Harley is usually there. He definitely can’t pass this up.

He leaps into his vehicle and speeds to the location of the break in. A jewelry store. Of course. He pulls up in front of the store, fully expecting to have to search a few streets before he is able to find Joker. Even when the Joker wants to be found he can’t completely curb his instinct to run. Plus if he lingers too close then the cops will find him before Batman even gets there.

So when Batman sweeps past the first alley and a patch of green catches his eye he is a little more than taken aback. He stops short and backpedals, alarm bells going off in his head as he hears a sharp cry – a familiar one. His eyes widen as he sees a stranger in the alley with his hand clenched around the Joker’s collar. “Hey!” A fire lights in Batman’s eyes. “What do you think you’re doing?”

The suited man perks and raises a brow at Batman. “What does it look like?” He looks at Batman as if he is an idiot. “Justice.”

Batman scoffs. “Yeah, well, this is my town and my villain. So you can just go now.” He works to put on a smile, but it comes off as more of a sneer. “I can handle it from here.”

The man barks out a laugh. “Clearly not.” He shakes Joker in his grip. “Otherwise filth like this wouldn’t even be breaking and entering in the first place. They’d be locked up tight in a prison.”

Batman clenches his fists and grinds his teeth. “I. Said. Go.”

The man narrows his eyes. “Not until he tells me where he stashed what he stole.” He punches Joker in the mouth.

Joker yelps. He stares helplessly at Batman.

Batman seethes. He launches forward and smashes his fist into the man’s face.

The man gasps, stumbles, and loses his hold on Joker.

Joker drops to the ground with a grunt. He grumbles, rubbing at his face.

Batman towers over the man. “Don’t touch my nemesis.” He glares death at the man.

The man sneers in return. “You’re a piece of work.” He shoves past Batman. “I hope you’re proud of letting people be hurt by these scum.” With that he leaves the scene.

Batman scoffs, turning his attention to the Joker. His expression softens almost instantly. “Are you okay?” He holds a hand out.

A smile spreads across Joker’s face and his heart beats a little faster. “I am now.” He lays his hand in Batman’s.

Batman pulls Joker to his feet. His eyes snap to the criminal’s lips. “You’re bleeding…” He brushes a finger along Joker’s lips.

Joker shrugs. “I’ve had worse.”

Batman wants that to be the worst of it, but it’s impossible not to notice the purpling around his neck. “What the hell?” Tension and fury flood him all over again. He runs his thumbs along Joker’s neck. “What did that guy do to you?”

Joker flinches and averts his eyes. “Really, I’m fine,” he tries his best to brush it off.

Batman breathes deeply in and out. “Look, you can come back to Wayne Manor and I can take care of it for you.”

Joker chuckles. “Nah, Harley is good at that. You really don’t have to worry so much.” He smirks. “Besides, shouldn’t you be more worried about all the precious jewels I stole?”

Batman rolls his eyes. “Please, I’m not that stupid.”

Joker blinks. “Sorry?”

Batman smiles. “I know you didn’t take anything.”

Joker fumbles. He laughs with a nervous edge. “Of course I did.”

Batman shakes his head. “You only set the alarms off so I’d come running. Either that or you’re getting so sloppy you can’t even remember if you stole something or not.” He grins, but it is a fleeting sentiment in the face of his next thoughts. “Then that moron showed up.”

“Relax, Batsy. No need to get jealous.” Joker leans in close.

Batman pushes Joker’s face away and looks hard at him. “You know you can fight people other than me, right? You don’t have to let yourself get pummeled like that.”

Joker chuckles. “You wish that was why I ended up this way.” A flicker of discontent passes over his eyes. “You know I’m no fighter. I can only fight you because you don’t try as hard.” He grimaces. “If you hit me like you hit that guy…” He doesn’t even want to finish that thought.

Batman scoffs. “Batman doesn’t go easy on anyone.” He crosses his arms and looks pointedly in another direction.

Joker grins. “Of course not.” He wraps his arms around Batman’s neck and leans in close. “Then hit me, Batsy. Knock me out.”

Batman narrows his eyes and sticks his lips out in a pout. “You’re the worst.”

Joker snickers. “I know.” He pecks Batman on the cheek and takes three quick steps back. “But you hate me anyway.”

Batman blushes beneath his mask. He is too stunned for words. All he can do is grumble incoherent nonsense under his breath.

Joker grins from ear to ear. “Bye bye, Batsy.” He waves over his shoulder as he zips past Batman and back toward his base.

Batman slowly rises above the surface of his scattered mind. He lifts a hand to his cheek and feels the warmth there. More importantly, when he pulls his fingers back he sees the bright red staining them. His lipstick. He should probably find a way to get rid of that before heading back home. He does not need all the questions that will bring. Yet he doesn’t even double check. He rubs at the space, hoping for the best, while also knowing deep down that he kind of wants it to still be there, just for a little longer.

I needed a short, cuter one after spending almost a whole chapter with them upset with each other last time. lol I hope you liked it.

#batjokes #batman #joker #the lego batman movie #fun #my fanfics #my posts #text post

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supergirl-imagines · 7 years

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Lena Luthor/you fic part 13

Things got bad that night. Around midnight, you came down from the pills left in your system and the shaking started. You had laid next to Lena as long as you could, shaking and trying to keep your teeth from chattering, but then the nausea hit. A substantial amount of pain accompanied your trip to the bathroom and your knees collided with the linoleum floor in front of the toilet.

Lena woke up as soon as you lurched out of bed and blinked the sleep out of her eyes. The sound of you retching into the toilet shot her into alertness almost immediately and she stumbled into the bathroom just in time to see you gag so forcefully that you were hit with a coughing fit.

“Hey,” Lena murmured as she dropped down beside you. “It’s okay. You’re alright.”

“J-just go back to bed.”

“Shhh, no. It’s alright,” Lena replied quietly. Her hand ran up and down your back in light patterns and you struggled to catch your breath. After nearly a minute, another wave of nausea hit you and you vomited again. Lena could practically feel her heart breaking as you lurched under her touch.

“You have work, please just leave. I can handle this.”

“Y/N, don’t push me away. It’s alright.”

Lena stroked your back once more and then got to her feet. You spat out the remaining bile into the toilet bowl while Lena grabbed a paper cup full of water from the sink. Grateful for the relief, you rinsed your mouth out while. Lena, not wanting you to spend the rest of the night on the bathroom floor, grabbed the trashcan from under the sink and carried it over to your side of the bed.

“Come here,” Lena spoke as she wrapped her arms around you and helped you into a standing position. “There you go.”

“Lena, I can move out. I don’t want you to deal with this.”

“Stop. I want you here. We’re going to get through this, and everything else that happened, together.”

You didn’t reply as Lena helped you towards her bed and back under the blankets. Another series of tremors hit you and Lena quickly slid in next to you and pulled you against her. She was warm and comforting and as much as your instincts told you to pull away, you let her hold you.

“Y/N, I love you. What you told me tonight doesn’t change anything about that.”

“I love you too. I’m sorry.”

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You didn’t sleep much at all that night. The constant stream of chills and guilt kept you awake until almost four, and Lena waking up for work roused you around 6:30. While you managed to lay still long enough for her to leave, the second she did you ended up back on the bathroom floor.

After heaving up the remnants of your stomach, you drug yourself up, brushed your teeth, and collapsed back in bed.

God, did you regret telling Lena. If you hadn’t, you would be fine right now. Your healing bruises and broken bones wouldn’t be flaring up at the smallest movement and you wouldn’t feel like you had just contracted every virus available on a preschool floor.

After a few hours of restless sleep, you drug yourself out of bed again and out into the main area of the apartment. Much to your surprise and dismay, Kara Danvers was sprawled across the couch in the living room.

“Didn’t realize I was getting a babysitter,” you grunted. Your crutches clicked against the hardwood floor as you begrudgingly hopped over to the couch.

“Well, from the sounds of it, you need one.”

“Wow, okay.”

You spun back around, unwilling to listen to this. You were on edge, irritated, and still felt like you had contracted a mild case of food poisoning. The last thing you needed was a lecture from a superhero.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m getting dressed and I’m leaving.”

“Cool. Where are we going?”

Your jaw locked in annoyance at the sound of Kara’s footsteps trailing you and you slammed the door to Lena’s bedroom. Every so often, a series of chills ran its way through your body and you did your best to ignore them as you unstrapped your boot, threw on jeans and a long sleeved shirt, and then put it back on. When you emerged from the bedroom, Kara was standing right in the doorway, arms crossed.

“So, where are we going?”

“Does it matter?”

“Well, kind of. If I knew, I could just fly us there.”

“I don’t need your help, thanks,” you grunted as you made your way towards the front of the apartment.

“Fine, we’ll walk. It’s a nice day.”

“Glad you approve.”

“So, are you going to talk to me about any of this?”

“Nope.”

You quickened your pace in order to get ahead of the alien and spent a very awkward tense elevator ride scowling in Kara’s direction. It was the first time out of the building in a while, and the sun nearly blinded you when you stepped out onto the street. It only intensified your headache.

“Y/N, I think it was really big of you to tell Lena about what you were doing. I just don’t understand why you would start-“

“Yeah, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Well, neither does Lena. So the least you could do is try to help us to.” “It isn’t any of you business why I do what I do. And if you were really as super as you think you are, you’d be able to figure it out. It’s not that hard.”

“Are you still in pain?”

You scoffed, ignoring the burning strain in your arms from moving so fast, and glanced over in Kara’s direction.

“Why wouldn’t you just take your prescription like normal, then?”

“Kara, how long have you ever been in pain for? Like, five minutes when a super villain gets the upper hand?”

“You’d be surprised.”

“I’ve been roughed up before,” you continued as the two of you came to stop at a crosswalk. “But, not like that. And, if I let it bother me as much…as much as it should, it’s going to affect Lena. I’ve seen addicts and I’ve seen how well it can be hidden.”

“You can’t hide something forever, though.”

“I didn’t need ‘forever’, I needed Lena to stop looking at me like I was about to break.”

“Don’t you think this will worry her more?”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t a mistake!” you snapped defensively. The light changed and the two of you stepped out onto the street. Kara’s gaze softened when she realized how genuinely upset you seemed with yourself.

“You can fix it, though. Just make sure that Lena sees you’re trying to keep it together.”

“That’s all she sees anymore. Things aren’t…they aren’t working like they did before everything came out. I know Lena cares and she loves me, but it’s like she’s afraid to now.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s just…so careful. Like she’s walking on eggshells around me. I don’t know how to make things more, uh, comfortable.”

“Do you tell her any of this?”

“No, it’ll just make her feel bad. Lena blames everything on herself.”

“I’ve noticed,” Kara sighed. Her forehead crinkled when you stopped hobbling in front of a bar. “This seems like a bad idea.”

“So, you are my babysitter…”

“Fine,” the blonde relented and opened the door for you. It was a tad more ritzy than your normal venue, but it was the first one you had seen and you’d be lying if you tried to say the short journey hadn’t left you winded.

The bar was entirely empty, and you chose the stool at the farthest end of the bar. Due to the lack of patrons, you were served a rum and Coke within a minute. You downed half of the beverage quickly; having become rather parched from the walk over.

“Still no luck finding Lillian?” you asked after setting the drink down onto the paper coaster. Kara sighed.

“Not yet.”

“What happens to her when you do?”

You took another drink after seeing the older woman’s face flash through your mind. The image made your stomach twist.

“She goes somewhere more secure than a state prison, that’s for sure.”

“Wouldn’t it just be safer at this point to take her out?”

“You mean kill her?” Kara frowned.

“Yep.”

“We can’t just kill someone because they’ve done horrible things—“

“I get why you can’t do that with your, uh, justice bullshit. But, I could.”

“Y/N, you don’t mean that.”

“Trust me, I do.”

Your grip tightened on your glass and you glanced sideways at your companion.

“I know what it feels like…to want that. I had people to stop me when I couldn’t stop myself,” Kara admitted.

“I don’t care about doing ‘what’s right’ or whatever the hell Superman would do, Kara. I care about keeping Lena safe and Lillian isn’t going to stop until she destroys her.”

“Y/N, the DEO has cells that contain aliens three times—“ Kara clasped a hand over her mouth upon realizing that, once again, she had said to much. You turned towards her with your eyebrows raised.

“The DEO?”

“Shhh!” Kara gripped your arm and glanced unnecessarily around the bar. “It’s the Department of Extranormal Operations.”

“So…alien stuff?”

“Yes, and since Lillian Luthor ran an organization targeting extraterrestrials, we can justify taking over her containment.”

“Why the hell didn’t you do that in the first place?”

Your voice had risen in volume, earning you a judgmental look from the bartender, and instead of apologizing you drained the rest of your drink and tapped your glass on the wooden surface in front of you. The man’s gaze hardened, but he moved to refill your drink anyway.

“Federal prison facilities are generally secure. There was no way we could have seen any of this coming.”

“Hmm,” you grunted and watched your beverage being made. If this ‘DEO’ had just taken the lead in the first place, you and Lena might be fine right now. You wouldn’t have been beaten to within an inch of your life and Lillian wouldn’t still pose a looming threat. It didn’t seem fair.

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“We have eyes on the target, ma’am. She’s accompanied by Kara Danvers approximately four blocks from your daughter’s apartment. Do we have permission to move in.”

“No,” Lillian barked the reply into the phone quickly and spun around in her chair. Her cold gaze scanned the rows of pictures documenting the movements of both Lena and any visitors to her apartment. It caused her a great deal of personal pain to keep from sending every force available in order to end the disgusting coalition between Lena and the scum she surrounded herself with.

“Keep your eyes on them. Note the target’s physical condition; we can’t operate under any complications.”

“Yes ma’am.” ————————————————————————————————

“Oh God,” Kara’s eyes widened as she looked down at her watch. “Lena’s going to be home any second. We need to get going.”

“Already?” you slurred in surprise. You had lost track of how many times your glass had been refilled, but it had been enough to quell the anxiety in your chest and the way your good leg had been shaking up and down since you had thought about Lillian. “If you say so. Hey!”

Your call got the attention of the bartender and you tossed your wallet on the bar. Your hands fumbled through your cash and you eventually settled on leaving a crisp $100.

“Keep the change, pal,” you nodded and slapped the bill down. Kara watched, uncertain as to how well you’d be able to balance, as you put your crutches under your arms and balanced.

“Thank you,” Kara said politely. “Have a nice night.”

The two of you exited the establishment without too much trouble, but once you got out onto the street, Kara pulled you into a side alley beside the bar.

“What the hell are you doin’—“

“I’m not watching you break your other leg trying to hop home. Come here,” Kara ordered and then opened her arms expectantly.

“What?”

“Perks of being friends with an alien; free rides. Hurry up now; before someone sees.”

“We aren’t friends,” you scoffed, a little uncomfortable and embarrassed at the term, but allowed Kara to lift you up anyways. With your crutches in one hand and your other one gripping onto her somewhat nervously, you braced yourself for liftoff.

“Call it what you want, but I’m saying that we’re friends,” Kara shrugged and leapt upwards at an alarming speed. The two of you ascended upwards and you felt your stomach lurch as though you were on a rollercoaster.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out. Kara couldn’t help but grin a little bit at the expression on your face and reminded herself to take it ‘slow’ on the way back to Lena’s.

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“Lena!”

The panicking Luthor heiress whirled around at the sound of your voice, only to see you stumble in from her balcony with windblown hair and Kara supporting you from the side.

“We got drinks,” you explained as nonchalantly as you could. You had definitely drank more than you should have, but in a way you were grateful that you went out. Sitting and talking with Kara for a few hours had brought your focus back to taking care of what was in front of you at this point, and that was Lena.

“Have a good night,” Kara waved and disappeared back off of the balcony in a split-second. You swayed a bit getting back onto your crutches, but stayed upright enough to crutch over to Lena.

“Have you been drinking?”

“A little. Are you mad?”

“I’m not mad, I just…” Lena crossed her arms and did her best to gauge your mood. “Are you just drinking to replace the pills?” “Lena, I don’t have a problem with alcohol,” you groaned. You should have known that this would be a thing. Spending a day outside the apartment had helped you clear your head and you had nearly forgotten about the previous night. “Can we seriously just have a normal night? Hmm? Doesn’t that sound good? Just not talking about…about all of this shit?”

You let your crutches fall to the floor and draped your arms around Lena’s neck. Her hands came to rest on your hips and you smiled up at her when your eyes met.

“Okay,” she agreed.

Threw in a little bit of fluff at the end! But don’t worry, lots of problems coming soon!

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