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legolaslovely · 5 years

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Watch Me

A/N: UGH FILIIIIIIIIIII he just really kills me sometimes, okay? Hope you guys enjoy the Fili feels. Happy FILI FRIDAY! And yes, here’s this picture again.

Pairing: Fili x Reader DUH

Word Count: 2,693

Warnings: fluff, angst, SMUT OOPS, unwanted advances/flirting/assault towards reader, hero Fili

Summary: I don’t frickin know just read it lol. Hero Fili, slightly stalker Fili, protective Fili, smut with an actual plot.

Fili often came to this bar alone at night. It was starting to raise questions from his uncle, but he ignored them. As far as anyone else was concerned, he just needed a drink after an exhausting day of duties that came with being born the heir to the kingdom. No one needed to know why he really came.

He would always sit on the end of the bar with his back against the wall. This way, he could watch her but he’d never have to actually talk to her because he was being served by the bartender and not the beautiful waitress he’d taken a fancy to. Talking would cause problems. He knew simply sitting here eyeing her every night was also causing problems, but he ignored that fact as well.

He nursed his mug of ale and watched the human woman glide through the bar. Her hips easily slid between chairs and tables and her lips smiled and greeted everyone around her who asked especially for her service instead of anyone else’s. He watched her carry trays full of food or balance many hot plates on her arms. He didn’t doubt her muscles were lean and strong under her clothes and her arms and fingers were calloused from burning plates. Sometimes after one too many mugs of drink he allowed himself to think of what her hands could do besides carry a table full of glasses at a time.

He watched her whirl when a patron in the corner called her name. (Y/N). It fell from Fili’s lips often when he was alone. When she turned, her hair followed her, spreading out into a wide, shining curtain before falling to her back again. She had long hair for a human, he thought.

She bent to pick up a knife from the floor and he turned, adjusted himself in the tall seat and ordered another drink. He spent the night sipping from his mug and drinking from her until the bartender sounded the last call. He watched her shoulders drop in relief. He was sure she was exhausted. He turned his back to the rest of the pub and paid his tab as most of the patrons left.

“Come on, (Y/N). Come home with me. You’re done here and you know you want to.”

Fili recognized the voice. It came from a human who bothered (Y/N) a couple times a week. He’d pinch her or grab her, she’d slap him and kick him out, and Fili’s blood would boil. Why was the idiot allowed back? Fili had always kept his distance, knowing (Y/N) could handle herself or some other human would step in, but now there was barely anyone else around. He watched carefully.

“In your dreams,” she said, circling the table and getting far away from him. “Go home, Buck. You’re drunk. Again.” She looked to the bar and when she saw the tender was gone, she quickly grabbed some empty glasses and sped to the kitchen door.

Buck grabbed her and spun her into him, making the glasses in her hands clink together. “No, no. I said you’re coming with me.” He towered over her. He took the glasses from her with a nasty grin and set them down on the table below. Then he grabbed her bottom and she slapped him.

“Get off me.” Her voice was low and fearless.

He pushed her against the wall and put a hand to her throat. “Is that any way to speak to me?”

“She speaks to you the way she pleases. Let her go. Now,” Fili said from the man’s side.

Buck chuckled and looked over Fili’s head. “I’m sorry. I thought I heard something. But I don’t see anything here.” He swept his hand through the air at his eye level, over Fili’s head. Fili grabbed it and twisted it behind Buck’s back until he heard the bones crack and the man yelp.

“I said let her go,” Fili said, his voice and eyes feral.

“Get off of me, dwarf. You don’t belong here.” He swore and said a nasty, racial slur in Khuzdul that Fili was surprised a human even knew.

“Shut up, you disgusting, worthless brute,” (Y/N) said, spitting in Buck’s face. She grunted when his grip around her throat tightened.

Before Buck could answer, Fili reached up and slugged him across the face with the head of his dagger. He caught (Y/N) and let Buck fall to the ground hard. Fili grabbed the man by his tunic and snarled in his face. “If I ever see you in this pub again, I will not hesitate to rip your throat out.” He let him go with a shove and watched him run out the door of the tavern, letting it slam shut after him.

Fili returned to (Y/N), putting a reassuring hand on her arm. “Are you all right?” She nodded wildly with a tight jaw. He’d never seen her unsure of herself and he felt his heart sink. His fingers ran down her arm and he squeezed her hand before letting her go. “He’s gone now. He won’t be bothering you again.”

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you- thank you for that. I’m fine.”

“You’re shaking.”

“And you’re bleeding,” she said, looking at his other hand. When Fili hit the man with his dagger, the blade had slipped and cut his palm.

He took a handkerchief from his pocket. “Nothing to fret about. I’ll leave you, let you finish your work so you can go home.”

She grabbed him. “No, no. I won’t send you away like this after saving me. Sit.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Sit, please.”

He sat.

“What the hell happened in here?” a voice boomed from the bar. The tender had his arms stretched out as he took in the broken chair in the corner.

(Y/N) turned and looked at him with a tilted head. “Nice of you to show up, Rava! I really could have used you five minutes ago.”

“What happened?” Rava asked.

“While you were doing god knows what, my hero here, saved the day. Buck’s gone for good, no thanks to you. Will you please bring me the kit from the kitchen?”

He disappeared. (Y/N) turned back to Fili with a smirk on her face as she pulled up a chair and sat in front of him.

“Is that what you deal with every day?” he asked.

She pulled the soiled, silk handkerchief from his hand and set it on the table, twisting his palm in the low light to get a look at the injury. “I’m sure you deal with the same kind of thing in that mountain of yours, Prince.”

His brows flew high. “You know who I am?”

“Of course I do. A girl asks questions when a guy comes in just to watch her every night.” Her intense gaze rose and her smirk deepened as she watched his cheeks grow pink above his thick beard.

“I’m sorry. I never meant to disrespect-”

“I know. Don’t worry, I can tell the difference between a creep and a good man… good dwarf in this case.”

He opened his mouth to answer, but Rava’s appearance through the swinging kitchen door silenced him. The other human placed a small kit of bandages and ointments on the table next to (Y/N). She rose and stalked, hips swaying, to the bar to fill a bowl with warm water.

Rava cleared his throat, picking up the pieces of the broken chair. “So, are you gonna be here for a while?” he asked her.

“Rava, just go home. I’ll clean and lock up. Leave the keys on the table.”

He thanked her and practically ran out the door. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and sat in front of Fili again, taking his hand in hers. He marveled at her soft touch. It was much different than he’d expected- than he’d dreamed. She cleaned his wound with a tender touch.

“Not even a flinch,” she said.

“Hm? Oh, I’ve had much worse than this,” he said.

“I’ve heard the stories. You dwarfs have brave hearts.”

He searched for a smirk or sarcasm in her voice but didn’t find it. When her eyes rose from his hand, they were soft and round as they peered at him, waiting for some kind of response.

“You show little fear yourself. I’ve seen these men pick on you often and most of the time, you easily match them. It’s very- impressive.” He picked his word carefully, changing it from attractive, tempting, alluring, sexy.

She hummed. “Most of the time.” She dipped a finger into a jar of ointment and smothered his gash as if she were painting a picture or running her hand along the petals of a flower. “Tonight I was absolutely terrified. If you weren’t here, if you didn’t do what you did… I don’t even want to think of what could have happened. You saved me. I don’t know how to thank you.” Her fingers froze as she took him in. In the low light, his eyes glowed with a piercing blue and his golden mane shone red at the edges. His face alone was a stunning summer day’s sky.

“I’m just glad you’re all right.”

She wrapped his palm with a bandage and knotted it. Though she was finished, she held onto his hand. “More than all right.” She kissed his lips softly, then drew away. She smiled as it took a moment for Fili to open his eyes. She waited for him to make a move, to kiss her again, but it didn’t come. “Is that all I get? You watch me for months and here we are alone and I only get one kiss-”

He leaned forward, held her under her thighs and pulled her to his lap, gluing his lips to hers. He swallowed her noise of surprise and felt her lips flatten into a smile against him. Her breath hitched. “Handsome, sweet, and strong,” she muttered. She said it more to herself than to him but he chuckled and growled, pulling her hips down on him. She whimpered. “And hard,” she whispered.

He hummed, allowing his tongue to ravage her mouth in his wild, passionate, possessive kiss. “I am every time I leave this pub.” He never would have suspected the noise that escaped her. It was soft, submissive and needy. She was putty in his hands. His scalding mouth made its way to her ear and down her neck. “I want you,” he said.

“I’m all yours.”

He yanked her tunic over her head, hearing the fabric rip in the process. His large, strong hands burned her body as they traveled over her hips, her waist, up her sides and to her breasts. Her head fell back as he cupped them, twisting her nipples in a firm grip of his fingers. He pulled a moan from her and it went straight to his trousers.

Whispered curses fell from her lips as his tongue licked a stripe up the center of her chest and circled her erect nipple. He expected her to be rough, to yank and pull on his hair and cry out with a volume that echoed off the walls. But here she was, in his hands, whimpering with breathy moans and carding her fingers gently through his hair. He had been all wrong and this was better than anything he could have imagined.

Her fingers found the hem of his tunic and she pulled it away. She smiled and shook her head as her hands brushed through the golden curls on his strong chest. “My god, are you all this beautiful?” She grinned when he laughed, feeling it rumble through him.

She sank to the floor between his legs. Her fingers ran over his cheeks as she pulled him down to kiss her, then her lips traveled down his neck. His breathing grew heavy when she spent extra time around his chest and stomach. The further south she fell, the more his growls vibrated in her bones.

Her hands raked up his thighs from his knees to his belt. She watched his eyes as she undid the laces of his trousers and his red, dripping member sprang loose. Her breath caught in her lungs. She took him in her hand and knew right away dwarfs were bigger than humans. It sent a shiver to her core and she squeezed her thighs together. Fili didn’t miss her movement.

He kissed her, moaning into her mouth as she stroked him. When he released her lips, they moved to suck the tip of him. Breath shot into his lungs and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He watched her smile, her tongue circle him and lick up his length, and her pink lips envelope him and reach the base of his shaft. Her head bobbed until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed her now.

“Come, my dear,” he said, lifting her chin and kissing her. He groaned when he tasted himself on her talented tongue.

She stood and allowed his deft fingers to unlace her trousers, letting them fall to the ground. She stepped out of them and gladly returned to his lap, rolling her hips on him. He cursed when he felt how warm, wet and ready she was for him. He cupped her bottom and squeezed, making her chuckle before she rose to take him inside her. When he was completely sheathed in her heat, she sucked in a gasp. He was stretching her and already, his member was rubbing every hidden, delicious corner inside her. She rocked her hips and bent to kiss Fili’s shoulder, moaning against his skin.

His mouth fell open when he felt her juices dripping as she slid up and down on his cock. He worked to meet her every thrust, pulling her hips down on him when she could take it. He knew he was pushing her to her limits. His lips attacked hers as his hands cupped her face, her breasts, her hips. Every noise she made reverberated and repeated in his brain and he worked to memorize each one. His thumb found her clit and she lost all strength in her legs. All she could do was rock against him and moan into his skin. She sang his name again and again and he lost his control.

He slid down in the chair, allowing him to thrust up into her with more vigor. His thumb worked circles on her as he pounded into her hard. She cursed, huffing and moaning breathily into his ear. She begged him to finish her, then to claim her. “Please, Fili. Oh, god, please.”

Her hips started to roll and her nails dug into his shoulders as she held onto him. He was the only thing keeping her grounded as she reached her high. Her muscles tensed and fluttered around him, sending him to his own end and he grunted into her neck as she collapsed on top of him.

His chest heaved as he landed, his breath fanning over her skin and making her shiver. He reached for his tunic and slid it over her head, then wrapped his arms around her, stroking her skin and holding her tight. He decided he would never let go.

“I hope you’re not doing this just because, I mean, I hope this isn’t some sort of- repayment- just because of what I- of what happened with Buck,” Fili got out.

She lifted her head from his shoulder. “Oh, no, sweetheart. Seeing you at the bar is the only thing I like about this awful job. You’re not the only one who’s been going home hungry all this time.” Her fingers slid though the beard on his cheek as she kissed him.

“All this time?”

She hummed.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked.

“I knew you’d make a move sooner or later.” She grinned and kissed him again, feeling him growl against her lips. “And I like it when you watch me.”

“Expect much more of it,” he said, pulling her down on him again and listening to her laugh.

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Family Matters Chapter 11-Swimming Lessons

Hey guys, this is AnimeFan299110 with another chapter of Family Matters. So, as per usual, I do not own Boku no Hero Academia, its characters, or its locations. They are all owned by Kohei Horikoshi, Jump Comics, and Funimation. Now...here is the newest chapter of Family Matters!

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"Meteorologists are absolutely stunned by the intense heat wave hitting Japan today. While it is not unusual for hot weather to come in March, it does raise some questions as to how long this heat will last. City officials in Tokyo are encouraging citizens to find ways to stay cool or avoid going outsi-"

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"As if someone would be frickin' stupid enough to be outside," Bakugou said through gritted teeth. The rest of Class 1-A nodded in agreement; they could do without this oppressive heat. Classes were tougher to get through with the teachers having to talk over the fans they had set up. The humidity was so bad that the students were required to have mandatory water breaks in order to stay hydrated. They even had their training sessions indoors.

Today, Class 1-A was sitting in the living room of Alliance Heights with five fans blowing at their faces. The fans, however, were not enough to subdue the oppressive humidity that leaked through the windows via sunlight.

"Why did it have to be so hot today?" Mina whined before wiping the sweat off her forehead.

"I feel like a fried egg…and now I'm hungry." Kaminari stated while Jiro pinched the bridge of her nose at her classmate's randomness.

"Let's hope this wouldn't be the same for the summer." Uraraka said before directing her attention to the little girl sitting in front of a fan. "How are you holding up, Eri?" Said girl only responded with a thumbs up.

"Why does she get a fan for herself?" Mineta whined as he splayed himself out on one of the armrests. "Some of us are dying here, and she's not even breaking a sweat."

"Well, Mineta," Iida began, "children are less able to regulate their body temperature compared with adults. Therefore, not keeping a child cool could lead to dehydration and other heat-related illnesses."

"And unlike you, she's not expendable!" Bakugou snapped, causing the class pervert to flinch.

It was at that moment that Iida's phone rang. He stood up and entered the other room before answering it. A few minutes later, he returned with a content smile on his face. "I have good news," he said, getting the class' attention, "Mr. Aizawa has informed us that we are allowed to use the school pool for the day in order to stay cool."

"WOOO!" The rest of Class 1-A cheered with excitement. Most of them immediately ran upstairs to get towels and sunscreen, leaving Uraraka, Midoriya, and a confused Eri in the living room.

"What do you say, Eri?" Midoriya asked. "Want to swim in the pool?"

"Swim?" Eri asked curiously.

Midoriya and Uraraka looked at each other. They had forgotten that she might not have been taught how to swim before she was kept prisoner by Overhaul. Then again, it could be the perfect opportunity to teach her.

"It's basically playing around in a large bathtub, sweetie," Ochako explained, "and it'll help keep you cool."

"Really?" Eri asked, her eyes and mouth widening with excitement. "Okay!" She shouted as she raced upstairs to get ready.

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After a quick dash to the main campus, the boys and girls went to their respective locker rooms to get changed. Once they were all set, the boys stepped out and waited for the girls to come. When they arrived, Kaminari was still disappointed that they wore the knee-length swimsuits, though Mineta still gave a perverted thumbs-up upon seeing them.

The opening of the girl's locker room door caused everyone to turn to see Uraraka enter the area with Eri. The little girl was wearing a smaller version of the school swimsuit along with water wings on her upper arms. Her hair was also fashioned into a ponytail to keep it out of her eyes. The other girls swarmed her and doted on Eri's appearance, and she responded with a bright smile.

"Excellent!" Iida said. "Now that everyone is here, I suggest we try some exercises. We should always be up to date on our swimming techniques should a hero situation ever ari-"

"Last one in is a rotten egg!" Mineta cried out before cannonballing into the deep end, with Kaminari and Kirishima following suit. Soon, most of Class 1-A joined in on the fun, splashing around and horse-playing to their heart's content. Uraraka couldn't help but giggle a bit as she saw Iida trying to maintain order amongst his peers, but to no avail.

"Uraraka," Hagakure called out, "we're going to play volleyball. Want to join?"

"Can't," Uraraka said, "Deku and I promised Eri we'd teach her how to swim." She then took Eri's hand and led her to the side of the pool.

Midoriya, meanwhile, had gotten into the pool and stood in the shallow end near the edge. "Okay Eri," he said, "We're going to start with you getting used to the water. Walk close to the edge of the pool and jump; I'll catch you."

Eri walked over to the edge of the pool and froze as she looked down at the water; it looked so deep despite it being only three feet deep. She hid behind Uraraka's legs and shook in fear.

"Its okay, Eri," Uraraka said, kneeling down in front of the girl, "The water's only three feet deep and you're about four feet tall. Besides, Izuku will catch you. You have nothing to worry about."

Eri gulped as she moved back to the edge of the pool. She then closed her eyes and leapt forward, her feet skimming the surface of the water. She felt Midoriya's arms wrap around her as she hugged him like her life depended on it.

"It's okay, Eri. I've got you." He said while Uraraka stepped into the water to join them. He then placed his hands underneath her arms and detached her from his body. "Now," he continued, "I'm going to slowly lower you into the water just so you can get used to it. I promise I wouldn't let go, okay?" He waited for Eri to nod before he began to lower her. He slowed down a little when he heard a little moan of fear coming from her. After a few seconds, Midoriya saw her feet touching the bottom. "Okay, Eri, you can open your eyes."

Eri opened her eyes slowly to see that her head was just above the surface of the water. She felt a sense of tranquility knowing that she wasn't going to drown, though it might also be the fact that Papa had a hold on her and wouldn't let go. The water felt incredibly cool and refreshing. Mama was right; it was like being in a giant bathtub.

Satisfied that Eri was now comfortable, Izuku said, "Okay, now we're going to start with staying afloat. Start by kicking your legs back and forth in the water."

"O-Okay," Eri said, still sounding a bit nervous. She closed her eyes before kicking her feet rapidly in the water. As she continued, she felt Midoriya's hands leave her's, causing her to move her arms back and forth as well. She opened her eyes and they widened as she saw herself staying afloat without any support. "Papa!" She exclaimed in excitement. "Papa, I'm doing it!"

"Great job, sweetie." Uraraka said with a smile. She then brought over a board made of EVA foam. "This is a kickboard. We're going to try kicking in order to swim. First, grab the end of the board with your hands." She waited as Eri took a hold of it before lifting her up so that the back of her body was out past the water's surface. "Now, start kicking."

Eri nodded and started kicking her feet rapidly. She slowly began to move across the water, Uraraka's hands still holding onto her. Uraraka then turned her body so that she remained in the shallow section of the pool. Eri's smile grew as she moved across the water with ease. The two of them did a lap around the shallow end before stopping by Midoriya.

"Will I always have to use this to swim?" Eri asked, looking at the kickboard.

"Only for a little while." Midoriya said. "But if you practice enough times, you'll be able to swim on your own. Want to have another go around the shallow end?" Eri nodded, to which he smiled.

"Uraraka, heads up!"

Tooru's call caused Uraraka to turn just in time to see the volleyball heading right toward her. The ball connected with her back, causing her to fall forward into Midoriya.

"Uraraka, are you okay?" He asked with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Uraraka said reassuringly. "Thanks for being there, De...ku." It was then that they both realized how close they were to each other. Even though she was covered, Midoriya could feel her curves through the fabric of her swimsuit. Uraraka was no better; she blushed at her fingers touching Midoriya's bare chest, feeling every scar and muscle.

They then leapt apart from each other flustered beyond belief. "Sorry!" They exclaimed as most of their classmates snickered and giggled.

"We should probably head back," Iida said over the commotion, "It's almost lunch time." The others agreed; they had all cooled down significantly and a few were starting to get hungry. One by one, Class 1-A exited the pool and grabbed towels to dry off. Midoriya grabbed one and dried Eri's face and hair. The fibers rubbing against her face and neck caused her to giggle, with Izuku smiling at her. Uraraka then took her to the girl's locker room to get changed.

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Shinobu Noshimuri stared out the window of his limousine at the ruins of Deika City. It was a little hard to believe that this was once the site of a fierce battle between the Meta Liberation Army and the League of Villains. To be honest, this was the last place and group he wanted to meet. But he had no other choice; besides, they owed him for all that he had done for them.

"We're here, boss." Watanabe said as the limo pulled up to a tall glass building.

'So this is where they've been hiding.' Noshimuri thought before scooting himself into his chair. He was then brought into the building, where he and Watanabe were met by an elderly woman sitting behind a desk. "I'm here for Mr. Shigaraki," Noshimuri said, "I'm Shinobu Noshimuri of the Eight Precepts of Death."

"Of course, sir," the woman said in a sickly sweet voice, "just take the elevator up to the top floor, and Mr. Shigaraki will meet you. Candy?" She added, holding up a bowl of assorted sweets.

Noshimuri raised his hand to decline, but Watanabe decided to take one and put it in his coat pocket. Once inside the elevator, Watanabe pressed the last button and they shot straight up. It only took them thirty seconds before they reached the top floor. As the elevator doors opened, the two criminals were met by the rest of the League of Villains. Some were glaring at them, while others were smiling maliciously.

Their gaze fell upon a desk near a set of glass windows overlooking the city. The man seated behind the desk had a scar over his lip and there were several scratch marks around his eyes. His red eyes moved to see them and he gave an ever-so creepy smile. "Shinobu Noshimuri," he said in a raspy voice, "what a pleasure to see you again."

"Shigaraki." Noshimuri said curtly as he was wheeled forward until his feet touched the desk. "I see things have improved since your downfall in Tokyo."

"Indeed." Shigaraki said before turning to see Watanabe unwrap his candy. "I wouldn't do that; the candy is poisoned." He waited to see Watanabe stuff the sweet back into his pocket before turning his attention back to the crime boss. "So...why did you want to see me?"

"I've come to ask a favor of you." Noshimuri said, his fingers drumming on the armrests of his wheelchair. "As we both know, my associate Kai Chisaki failed to keep my operations going and I lost the key ingredient to making our bullets. In order to make more bullets, we need Eri. Fortunately, I know where she is; she's residing with Izuku Midoriya in one of the dorms at UA."

Shigaraki was unamused at the news. "Then why don't you go and get her?" He asked.

"I tried." Noshimuri said. "I even offered Midoriya and that girl Ochako Uraraka ¥120 million each to give Eri back to me, but those stupid brats refused." He then gestured to Shigaraki. "And that's why I've come to you. I need your help to retrieve my granddaughter and keep her with me."

This was a silence that filled the office as Noshimuri's proposal set in. Some of the lieutenants were looking at each other, wondering who would make the first move. After a few minutes, Shigaraki finally broke the silence. "Do you really think I would be stupid enough to endanger my troops just so you can get back one stupid little girl?"

Noshimuri's eyes narrowed. "That little girl is the key to making those bullets you want. And besides," he added as he leaned forward, "after everything my organization and I have done for you and your league, you owe me this!"

Shigaraki leaned forward over his desk and glared at the Yakuza boss. "Watch what you say, old man." He growled. "Your partnership with us is only because my master wanted your services. Without us, you'd be just like the rest of your pathetic gangs."

Noshimuri matched his glare. "Listen to me well, boy," he snarled, "while you were nursing off your mother, I was making a name for myself in Tokyo. The only reason I even show respect to this little group of yours is because I respected your boss. All For One had class, dignity, and showed appreciation and respect. As for you," he paused and sneered, "you're just some angsty kid who wanted to play supervillain."

The sound of movement caused him to glance around to see the lieutenants moving towards him, some brandishing their weapons. Shigaraki raised his hand, causing them to stop. A tense silence filled the air as the Yakuza boss and All For One's disciple faced off. For a few minutes, nobody moved or made a sound until…

"You're right." Shigaraki said, lying back into his chair. "We do owe you for all that you and your organization have done. We'll help you with kidnapping the kid, as long as you make the bullets. Now, what will you need?"

Noshimuri smiled smugly, feeling as if he had gotten the best of this boy. "Good, I'm glad you came to reason. Now, I'll need 150 troops in case some heroes decide to interfere. And I'll need two of your lieutenants to make sure they stay in line."

"Of course," Shigaraki said. "And since you've been patient with us, I'll be sure to have 200 additional troops on standby, should anything go south. Now if there's nothing else, I believe that we're done here."

"Indeed." Noshimuri said as Watanabe wheeled his chair back. "Thank you for your time Shigaraki. I'll expect the troops within a few days."

As soon as the two gang members were gone, Shigaraki's face twisted into a hideous smile. "That pathetic old fool. He thinks he can tell me what to do and get away with it."

"It is a relief to see that you haven't lost your touch, sir." Mr. Compress said. "What do you plan to do?"

"I wouldn't worry, Compress." Shigaraki said with a wave of his hand. "We'll give the old man what he wants. Once he realizes what I've done to him, I'll make him see that I'M the one he should be obeying. Until then…" He pointed toward two of his lieutenants. "You two, come here."

He waited until they were in front of him before continuing. "I've decided to make you two the leaders of the troops for this operation. You do as Noshimuri tells you until I say otherwise. Is that clear?"

"Yep!" One of the lieutenants said excitedly. "You can count on us, Shigaraki! And the best part is," she added as she took out one of her knives and ran it against her face, "I might get to see Midoriya and Uraraka. Their blood is so...tasty."

"Eh, whatever." The other lieutenant said. "I was getting bored already. And who knows?" He said with a smirk as blue flames shot from his hand. "This might be fun."

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And with that, another chapter has come to an end. I know that this one is short, but I have been really exhausted and tired lately from just everything that's been going on.

Kudos to Mal who beta-read and edited this chapter.

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Until the next chapter, this is AnimeFan299110 encouraging you all to go beyond...PLUS ULTRA!

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