oc posting pt 3 except it’s just Kain

[Tales from the Pack] Hansol: Fire and Ice (Part Six)

Characters: Hansol x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, angst, the smallest bit of fluff just bc hansol’s optimistic and a sweetheart

Word count: 2,420

Summary: You’ve always been one to let your emotions get the best of you – your power reflects that – and you’ve never been good at expressing them. That’s why you always thought you’d be awful with a mate, but you never thought things would be this awful.

a/n: things in bold are in english. also this takes place the same night as the last part but it explains where hansol was when minghao couldn’t find him, and what happened to his mate after she woke up. AND it does talk about rika and baekhyun and i used to have a series for them called amend buuuut i also took that down to redo it lmao so there’s not really much backstory on them other than what i have for star crossed so if you’re confused, that’s ok lmao 

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Hansol sat on the lawn as he usually did, staring up at the stars. He always wondered if you were looking at the stars, too. He wondered if you even liked looking stars, or what you preferred looking at instead. Did you like watching the clouds or animals in the forest? Did you like watching snow fall in the winter or rain fall in the summer? Did you still find staring at the fire comforting and pleasing even though you could easily form it effortlessly at your fingertips?

You were all Hansol thought about, and truthfully, he waited up every night for you. He never once felt you were in danger, and he knew he could find you quickly if there was danger. But for now, he was giving you space. He was just hoping you’d come back to him. If you did, he’d go see that doctor your pack recommended. If not, then he’d already be dead before the pain could get any worse – unless the silver managed to kill him first, in which case, it wouldn’t really matter anyway.

Hansol heard the front door open and shut before he heard somebody walking in the grass. He could smell Seokmin’s scent, so he knew it was him coming over.

“I’m about to go to bed, and everyone else is already in their rooms,” he told the younger boy. “I just wanted to see if you needed anything.”

“Actually,” Hansol spoke up, peeling his gaze away from the night sky to look at Seokmin, “I’ve been thinking...”

“About what?” Seokmin wondered as he sat down beside his brother.

“It’s been about a week since everything,” he began, staring at the grass between the two of them, “so I think it’s safe to go look back at the old house.”

Seokmin didn’t understand why Hansol would feel any need going back there. No doubt everything would be burned to the ground. Any belongings they had were what was left in their house, or what was put there by your pack in preparation for them to move in.

“Look for what?” he asked.

Hansol’s golden eyes practically sparkled when he looked up at Seokmin, “Something of Jiung’s or Chanseong’s. I want to give it to _____.”

“When?” Seokmin scoffed. “I don’t mean to sound mean, Sol, but do you even know if she’ll come back to you?”

“I’d go leave it at the house,” he shrugged. “I won’t go see her if she doesn’t want me to, so I’d just leave it there and go.”

“What are you expecting to find, exactly? You know there won’t be any bodies.”

“There might be. Or maybe there’s something small that didn’t get completely burned. I don’t know.”

As Hansol pushed himself off of the ground, Seokmin looked up at him, “Are you leaving right now?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “Do you wanna come help me?”

Seokmin sighed but got up as well, “Somebody has to keep you out of trouble.”

“Okay, Mr. Thunder-and-Lightning,” Hansol chuckled as the two brothers walked closer to the edge of their property and into the woods, “I think you are the trouble.”

“Hey, I helped!” Seokmin insisted.

“Yeah, helped Jooyeon have a heart attack,” Hansol laughed as the two disappeared into the thick brush.

-

You woke from your nightmare with tears streaming down your face. You’d been doing this a lot lately: crying so hard you’d wake yourself up. But this time, it was better that you woke up in the middle of the night. It was the perfect time to slip out unnoticed.

Ever since that first day after Jiung died, you felt the alpha pull to Hanbin. It was supposed to be you, but it never was. You tried to pretend, but nothing changed. You were never fit to be an alpha like Jiung, but you knew Hanbin would do a good job to protect the others.

Before you left, you got out a pen and some paper and wrote a quick note to Rin. You knew this would have the biggest impact on her, but you couldn’t stay here. If you weren’t an alpha like you were supposed to be, what was the point? It was like you didn’t belong here, but you definitely knew you didn’t belong with Seungcheol’s pack – not after you denied Hansol. To be truthful, you didn’t even really feel the tie to the pack anymore, not after the two days spent with Hansol. So you were going to just…go. You didn’t know what you’d do, but you’d either figure it out eventually or you’d die – whichever came first.

But you also knew Rin would have her mate soon enough considering she often went out and followed him around. Sure, he didn’t know since Rin kept herself invisible, but just knowing where her mate was and knowing he was doing okay was what you assumed would help her cope. It was why she was hidden the entire time his pack was here: she didn’t want her mate to see her and imprint on her – not until she learned how to speak to him, at least. So you hoped she’d be okay after you left, and that she’d learn Korean to finally go introduce herself to him. He seemed like a nice enough guy, anyway. He’d definitely help her get better and would make sure she was happy.

Rin,

When you read this, I’ll be gone. I don’t know where I’m going, but please don’t look for me. I know you’ll think I betrayed you by leaving, and I won’t try to make any excuses for myself. You were alone when Jiung and Chanseong you here, and all you had was us to rely on. I always promised to stick beside you, and I’m completely breaking that promise. I know you’ll hate me, and I deserve it. But I want you to know I still love you, and I hope you’ll do okay. And try not to stress so much – your mate will love you no matter what.

Please take care of yourself.

-_____

You left the note on your pillow before grabbing Jiung’s sweater that you left laying over the back of your chair, tugging it over your head, and going to the window. You pushed the window open before leaping out and landing softly on your feet before you ran into the woods, leaving behind your home, and the pack you used to consider family.

-

The wolves could already smell that burnt smell from the house, but they continued to run in their wolf forms until they were closer. They didn’t shift back until they reached the clearing where their house used to stand. But now, everything was reduced to rubble and ash.

“Shit…” Seokmin mumbled, looking around the plot of land they used to call home.

A place that once held bright and lively memories now looked dark and dead. They couldn’t believe this was the same place they used to run around and play. They couldn’t believe a large, warm house once stood here. On the other hand, they couldn’t believe that said house was now destroyed. It was all just a bunch of ash and useless pieces of debris.

“I’m gonna sift through some of this and see if there’s anything we can take back,” Seokmin said, gesturing toward the largest pile of dark ash.

Hansol just went over to where he last remembered seeing Jiung, all but ignoring Seokmin. There were small piles of ash around the house, which must’ve been all the dead or severely injured that they couldn’t save. There were even some detached body parts mixed in, but thankfully that stench was covered by the smell of the burned house that attacked his nose.

He reached the general area and got down on his bare knees, sifting through the ashes. He felt bad disturbing anything that might be a body, but he was determined to find something – anything – to make you feel like you could have even a little bit of closure. Hansol just wanted you to be happy.

Something suddenly caught his eye. It was something gold that shone in the moonlight above, which was what made him notice it. He brushed away some of the ash before picking up some sort of pendant on a thin gold chain. It was a plain gold circle, no bigger than a small coin, and it had Jiung’s first initial and your first initial engraved on it with a dot in between the two letters. Jiung and _____.

Hansol let the chain dangle from his teeth – he obviously didn’t have pockets, and that’s how he’d have to carry it in wolf form anyway – before searching through the rest in case there was anything else. He found a ring that had a date engraved on it as well. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he figured he should bring it just in case.

“Hansol!” Seokmin called as he rushed over with a few books in his arms. “I found a photo album, one of Danbi’s books, and a few picture frames that made it out.”

“Good job,” the younger wolf smiled. “Let’s get back to the house before sunrise, yeah?”

So the two shifted before Seokmin collected the small stack of things in his mouth, and the two raced off to their new home, happy with the small things they were able to find.

-

Hansol and Seokmin could hear their names being called before they even got close to home. They picked up their pace, Hansol howling to let them know they were nearby and safe.

When they finally made it back to the house, almost all the wolves were outside, waiting for the pair to return. Seokmin immediately dropped what he had in his mouth, but Hansol kept the ring and the necklace balanced carefully between his teeth.

Jihoon looked down at the ground, scanning over the things Seokmin brought before looking at the two wolves, “Did– Did you two go back to the house?! Are you kidding me?! You both could’ve gotten killed!”

Seokmin whined but Hansol didn’t regret it. He got what he was looking for.

“Jia’s been looking for you,” Seungcheol told Hansol.

The boy carefully placed the jewelry in the grass before shifting and collecting his two items, “Why?”

The eldest alpha sighed, running a hand through his dark hair, “_____ ran away from her pack.”

Hansol paused like he was trying to see if his instincts were about to suddenly warn him about his mate, but when nothing happened, he shrugged, “She’s okay.”

“What?” Soonyoung gasped. “You’re not even gonna go check on her?”

“No, she wants her space,” he insisted. “If something bad happens, then I’ll go find her, but until then, me smothering her won’t help.”

Junhui pointed at the gold pieces of jewelry that the younger wolf held, “What’re those?”

“They’re gifts,” he replied, smiling softly to himself as he looked down at the jewelry in the palm of his hand, “for _____.”

-

Maybe Rika was right. Maybe Baekhyun was the worst. Maybe you should’ve listened to the tiny mate whenever she complained about him. But you always found Baekhyun pretty enjoyable since he had about the same snarky attitude as Rin. But now, you were deciding to reconsider that.

Had he not had been sniffing around your property, you wouldn’t have been caught. Had he not been having issues with not only his mate -- if you could call her that -- and his pack, he wouldn’t have stopped you.

Had Chanyeol not been worried when he realized his brother was missing and gone out to find him, you would’ve gotten away.

“Can’t burn me if I burn too, _____,” Chanyeol sang as he forcefully carried you to their house.

But you had stressed that you didn’t want anyone knowing about this. Baekhyun couldn’t tell Rika, and neither of them could snitch on you to their pack. And considering the mental state they found you in, even Baekhyun knew not to double-cross you even though he just replied with, “I’ll think about it”.

Sneaking you inside was easy because the pack was asleep. So Chanyeol brought you up to Baekhyun’s room before setting you on the bed while Baekhyun shut the door. Then he turned to look at you, quirking an eyebrow while Chanyeol just studied you with furrowed brows.

“So...what happened?” Baekhyun quizzed.

He knew what happened to your alpha already. Their pack was friends with yours, and there was also the tie to Rika. But he didn’t understand what caused you to suddenly snap.

“I don’t have to tell you,” you told him, your arms crossed over your chest.

He shrugged, “Fair. But if you’re missing, I’m sure your pack will go looking for you when they realize, and then they’ll tell us what’s going on. And Rika will love me for saving her sister from a mental break.”

Your eyes widened, “I’m not going back.”

“You’re not going to do something stupid, either,” Chanyeol stated.

“I wasn’t!” you insisted. “I was just running away, okay?”

Baekhyun bit the inside of his cheek. He figured you must’ve realized that wasn’t the pack you belonged in anymore. They knew Hanbin was the alpha when they saw him last, sensing the authority radiating off of him and the way the pack acted around him. It was obvious.

But they didn’t know why you weren’t the alpha. So where did you belong?

“Is it because--”

“Where’re you gonna go?” Baekhyun cut off Chanyeol before he could ask a stupid question.

You just shrugged, “I don’t know. I can take care of myself, though.”

While Baekhyun would’ve rather just had you stay with them, he knew Junmyeon especially would ask a lot of question. And it was obvious you didn’t want to be bothered with that. Not only that, but he’d contact Hanbin.

Finally, he let out a sigh and grabbed your upper arm, “C’mon, let’s go.”

“Go where?” you asked.

He brought you to his bedroom door, whispering, “I’m gonna stay at the hut with you so I can know you’re safe, but so you’ll be away from everybody.”

You were surprised Baekhyun was doing something to help you, but you didn’t say anything else to him until you were out of the house and a good distance away. 

“Won’t your pack wonder where you went?” you pointed out.

He just shrugged, “Eh, probably not.”

The Rescue

Story Summary: When Aq Vetina is attacked by droids, the 212th is there. Din is saved by a man in white and orange armor. 

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32930749

Outside his hiding place, something explodes. Din whimpers. He doesn’t know what’s happening, beyond that there are droids attacking his home and his Ma and Papa put him in here and told him to stay put. Why didn’t they stay here with me? There’s another explosion, then another, and another. Screaming, too. It’s different from when he and his friends play tag or play-wrestle. He doesn’t like it. Not at all. Tears stream down his cheeks.

I want my Ma I want my Papa please please please--  

The doors to his hiding place creak open. Din wimpers again, panic almost blinding him. It’s a droid; a huge, big-bodied metal monster like nothing he’s ever seen. It raises its arm, aiming at him (I’m gonna die, it’s gonna shoot at me, it’ll hurt so much) and then it breaks in half with a flash of light and a crackling sound.

Din flinches. But the person standing behind the broken droid is just that-- a person. A person in white and orange armor that he’s never seen before, holding a sword made of blue light. Then the light-sword vanishes and the person holds only a small metal stick. Din has never seen anyone that looks so… heroic. Like the stories his Ma and Papa tell when they put him to bed.

“You okay, kid?” The person-- man-- asks.

Din sniffs. He doesn’t know who this is, but he stopped the droid that was attacking him so he must be a friend. Maybe his Ma and Papa sent him? The man reaches out his free hand.

“Name’s Cody, kid. I’m gonna get you out of here.”

Din takes his hand and Cody pulls him into his arms. Din shoves his face into the hard surface of Cody’s armor so he doesn’t have to look at the fighting and blasterfire and the only home he’s ever known burning and broken. He hears the sound of the light-sword again, and suddenly they’re moving, very quickly. Quicker than his Ma and Papa had run with him. And then, just as suddenly, he’s being set on the ground behind a pile of rubble. There are two other people in white and orange armor hiding here.

“Keep the kid safe.” Cody orders.

The two men look at Din. He can’t see their faces either, all hidden behind helmets. Din sniffs. “Yes, Sir!” They chorus.

 Cody runs off.

 One of the men crouches and removes his helmet. “Name’s Waxer, Kid. This is Boil. What’s yours?”

 “Din.” Din says.

 Waxer gives him a smile. “Well, Din, we’re gonna keep you safe, alright? Just stick with us.”

 Din nods. I can do that.  

Not now, Not ever

*Not my Gif*

Post Date: 12-31-19

Paring: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 500

~Master~

~Harry Potter Master~

Warnings: Death

Fred didn’t know what happened. Everything happened too fast. Percy made a joke. He made a joke and Fred paused for a second just to talk to him.

You came out of nowhere. The explosion came out of nowhere.

He coughed as he waved the smoke of the explosion out of his face and tried to figure out what happened.

“Freddie move!” You. You saved him.

“Y/N?” He croaked, meeting the eyes of his brother who scrambled to sit up, shaking his head as he got to his feet. Percy tried to help Fred up, but Fred wasn’t listening. “Y/N! Where are you!?” He screamed out as his voice cracked, his eyes on the brink of tears.

His heart stopped as he looked onto the pile of rubble directly where he used to stand.

“Fred.” Percy’s voice was quiet as He stood on the other side of the pile. His eyes were wide as Fred finally stood up, joining Percy only to have his heart ripped out. Your hand stuck out from the pile, the charm bracelet Fred got you in your third year when you first started dating clinging onto your scratched skin.

“Y/N...” he fell to his knees as he pulled the rocks off you. You didn’t move, covered in blood and scratches as Fred choked at the sight. “Baby!” He cried cupping your cheek. Your bloodied lips parted slightly as you groaned just barely.

He could barely hear you mumble his name as you opened your eyes meeting his just briefly. “You’re- you’re gonna be alright. You’re gonna be alright Y/N.”

“F-Freddie.” He leaned down, trying to hear you better as Percy left him, not being able to watch the girl who grew up like a sister to him die next to the love of her life. “I-I’m not gonna- not gonna make.” You knew you didn’t have much longer as your eyelids felt heavy, taking to much effort to hold them open.

“No!” It was all happening too fast. “No, you can’t leave yet.” Fred pleaded as you he grabbed your hand, “we’re gonna grow old together. W-we’re gonna have a family-“

“Two kids. A g-girl and boy.” You could barely talk as you urged your eyes open just enough to see him cry. You brought a shaky hand to his face, pushing past the pain shutting down your body as you wiped away the tears. “Y-you’re gonna teach them how to play quidditch.”

“And they’ll be as good at charms as you are.” Fred couldn’t watch you die in front of him like this. “Y/N, I can’t do this without you. I c-can’t lose you. Not now, not ever.”

You couldn’t breathe well, every breath you took burning your lungs as Fred kissed you for the last time. Your dainty fingers held his cheek as you smiled, letting your eyes close. “I love you Fred Weasley.”

“I’ll love you forever Y/N. I promise.”

And just like that, the war took one of the most important people in Fred’s life in exchange for his own. It took away the person he thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with.

A/N: ...Yeah so I had inspiration for this but I can’t remember where I found it so this was my head and Imma be honest and tell y’all I completely cried while writing it even though Fred lives because our baby is crying and well yeah. Kind of just knocked this out so sorry for everything. Let me know what you think!

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Harry Potter: @accio-rogers @songforhema @hahaboop @paigeyisme @missmulti

Fred Weasley: @spideyboipete

Twins: @seppys-return-to-madness @siriuslysirius1107

“cherry”

Writers note: I’ve started a new project everyone! I’ve decided to write fics based on my current favortite songs. Music has always inspired me a lot when writing and has cured so many writer blocks. I feel like my writing is just a little bit better when I have a specific song or lyric in mind. Well, now let’s see how this goes.

See another writers note at the end

Cherry by Lana del Rey

Love, I said real love is like feelin' no fear

When you're standin' in the face of danger

'Cause you just want it so much

A touch from your real love

Is like heaven takin' the place of somethin' evil

And lettin' it burn off from the rush, yeah, yeah

(Fuck!)

Meaning

Alluding to the relationship with a man that takes risks and turns them into the relation where Lana feels like breaking apart; she knows that “real love” has difficult moments and that’s why she still loves him.

Word count: 3.026

“What am I supposed to do then? Tell me!” Bakugou yells at Uraraka whilst rolling up his sleeves of his black jean jacket. Uraraka pulls him down to the cold concrete. “Don’t be stupid for once! I am literally begging you.” She hisses. The screams on the street become louder, panicked faces ran by, people falling all over eachother trying to get away from danger. Bakugou grits his teeth and looks at all the people scared for their lives, calling out for heroes. ‘I’m being stupid? You want to call for heroes instead of doing something yourself? Have you lost your fucking mind? You are not that pathetic right?’ He takes big steps towards Uraraka and stares at her with his red eyes that had the red of smoldering coals. Uraraka tried to avoid his gaze. She really didn’t want to argue right now. She knows they have to do something. A group of villanous thugs blew up a building of an important company and are rummaging the street, trying to catch every poor soul they can to throw on their pile of hostages. It’s clear they mean serious business. Only a few patrol heroes have arrived and it’s clear that they don’t know what to do. ‘Bakugou, please. The last thing I want to argue is right now. But do you really want to go out there in that mess without your hero licence?’ Maybe Uraraka shouldn’t have said that part. She knows how much damage failing the hero license exam did to him. It was the first time he let her see him cry. Bakugou kneels down before Uraraka with the coldest expression she has seen in a while. ‘People are going to die, I’m not going to let those punks do what they want.’ Before Uraraka could say anything he pushes his hand on her mouth and kisses her forehead. ‘It’s going to be fine.’ Uraraka can feel his hand twitching on her mouth. Of course this boy is scared. He’s been a victim like those people out there too many times. It did something with his mind, but it also did something with his morals as a hero. Uraraka could feel her eyes burning. Should she really just let him run off? Bakugou presses a few more kisses on her forehead and sprints onto the road. ‘You’re gonna regret this you bastards!’ he yells before runnning into a wave of people. She hears his voice waver. ‘Stop acting like you’re not scared.’ She says to herself. She stands up and brushes the dirt of her knees. Slowly she steps out the darkness of the allyway across the blown up building they had taken cover in. She tries to see as much as possible of the situation. She can see bright explosions go off and people yelling at Bakugou. Telling him to get the hell out of there. That he’s just a kid. That he should run. Uraraka is in awe of the scene Bakugou is creating. He’s carefully, but with incredible speed, avoiding the thugs that are trying to scratch him with knives and bullets. After some decent punches he picks up a young boy that was up against rubble of the building, throws him over his shoulder and yells: ‘Take him and get the hell out of here!’ at the people trying to hide and the people yelling at him for trying to save them. Uraraka face lights up. He’s the greatest heros she ever had the pleasure of loving. She steps out on the street as well, ready to activate her quirk to protect the people from shattering glass falling down from above and heavy debris coming loose from the already deterioating building. “We need more heroes!’ A womans screams when she bumps into her, trying to get away. That takes her back to reality. She needs to call back to the dorm and tell her classmates to tell the teachers at UA that they need help. Being in a relatively quiet area with a low crime rate might be the reason why there are no big heroes at the scene right now. She tries to grab her phone from her jacket and tries to dial the dorms number with wavering fingers. Her head snaps back up when she sees an old man moaning from pain. He’s got scratches from glass and his leg is stuck under debris. She turns to her phone and back to the man. Uraraka can feel her heartbeat in her ears. Even though the explosions are cancelling out almost all the sound she can still hear her heart panic. She’s got her hero licence damn it. She’s allowed to act. Why can’t she? ‘Uraraka!’ she looks at the direction where the familiar voice came from. ‘You can do it!’ Bakugou yells before pounding his fist into the ground and firing off a huge explosion. It creates a smoke screen which luckily the captured citizins saw their chance to escape in. When most of the most smoke screen dissappears, the thugs are running around completely dissorrientated and trying to figure out if they should go after the citizens or get rid of Bakugou. Bakugou was on his knees, clutching his arms. His forehead was drenched in sweat and he closed his eyes for a moment. ‘You can do it!’ he yells again. Now she has to give it her all too. She tries to clear up her mind. Take care of the people first, than call for back-up. She activates her quirk and takes care of the dangerous falling debris that Bakugou’s mega explosion caused to fall down to earth. She can feel the first wave of nausea but she keeps her stand firm. She can’t waver. Bakugou gave his all and now she should too. Almost all the people that were in the dangerzone have either run away or have found safety behind her and the patrol heroes that have come into action again. When the last person runs past her she deactivates her quirk just right before she can feel her lunch coming back up her throat. Bakugou has been blasting nasty explosions in the faces of thugs which keeps most of them down. When it became clear there was only one thug standing he smirks The compliments and praise that were being thrown at her from the audience behind her became background noise. All she had eye for was his smirk, the smirk that indicated he had won, the smirk that was his sign of relief. ‘Die, scum.’ He said and he aims his palm at the head of his apponent. Then his smirk fades. As if the world started spinning slower this whole moment felt like a dream where everything was slowed down by just a few seconds. The thug penetrates a small knife he had hidden in his boot in Bakugou’s palm. And his scream was the most tragic scream the city heard that day.

They sit across form each other on the hospital bed in Recovery Girls office. Uraraka glances at his left hand, carefully wrapped in bandages. Bakugou takes her chin and raises her face to meet his. ‘God, are you even listening to me at all?’ Though what he said came across as rude, she knows he means it in a loving way. It’s his way of checking she’s alright. It was really obvious she wasn’t . She hasn’t eaten anything since yesterday afternoon and barely got a decent amount of hours. She stayed by her partner’s side, trying to sleep in the small bed with her head on his chest. Happy to still hear his heart beating and to feel his chest rising and falling. ‘I was, I swear.’ Bakugou pulls her face closer to his. ‘Liar.’ Uraraka eyes jolt from one corner to the injured boys face to other. Her stomach twists. When only inches away from his face she remembers every cut and every trail of blood that was left behind on his face. She has felt a lot of things. Anger, because of him being so reckless, running straight into danger when she literally begged him not to. And of course sadness, because of seeing someone she loves so dearly in that much pain. When the knife when through his palm it felt like it when through her at the same time. Bakugou forces a smile on his face. ‘Come on roundface, smile would ya’?’ Bakugou lets go of her face and tries to pry up the corners of her mouth upwards. ‘Come on, you got me wearing a stupid smile, it’s not fair if you don’t do it too.’ Annoyed Uraraka swipes both of his fingers away. She can feel the balloon inside her, that contains every bit of tollerance she has for Bakugou after this incident, being on the verge of popping. Bakugou retracts his fingers and his forced smile disappears. ‘My bad.’ He mutters. Bakugou is looking at her, trying to make her look up again. More pressure is adding to the balloon. Does he seriously expect for her to act al giddy and happy after what happend yesterday? He knows damn well she can’t stand his impulsive behaviour. Before the balloon can pop she shuffles of the bed and puts her shoes back on. Bakugou grabs the back end of her skirt and tugs on it. ‘Where are you going?’ ‘Back to my dorm’ she says without looking at him. ‘I’m tired and I’ve been here all night you know?’ Bakugou lets go of her skirt and rubs his hand through his hair that was messier than usual. ‘I know, fuck, I know.’ Uraraka picks up her bag and when walking to the door she’s trying her hardest not to look back at him. At the doorpost she opens her mouth to say goodbye but Bakugou spoke before she could. ‘You have to admit I was pretty fucking cool out there though.’ The balloon pops. All the tollerance she had for her boyfriend escaped her body. ‘Cool? Cool?!’ she said so loud it even scared herself a bit. ‘Is it cool that you got two weeks of dettention for acting in danger without an hero licence? Is it cool that you could’ve paralyized the muscles in your arms? Is it cool that you had a hole in your palm? Is it cool that I could’ve seen you die in that moment?’ She can’t even look at his stupid face and continues raving at the door. ‘You weren’t cool, you continue to scare me to death, that makes you the worlds biggest asshole.’Her face becomes hottr and hotter from anger. Bakugou stays silent. He doesn’t even move. Uraraka rarely ever get this angry at him and she knows he realizes that it’s serious this time. The silence began to bother her. She didn’t expect him to say anything. The boy has a lot of issues and hasn’t yet reached the state of openly talking about them without anyone forcing him to. When she hears the hospital bed creaksshe stomps out the room. After closing the door she leans against it with her back, trying to controle her erratic breathing. Uraraka puts her hand on her chest. She can hear Bakugou curse at himself. Everything Uraraka said he’s saying in a much more violent way to himself. When her breathing is steady she walks back to her dorm. She tried to avoid every bit of contact with anyone on the way and did so for a few days. When going to class she would only respond to Iida and Midoriya, she rarely ever started or continued a conversation with them. Tsuyu and Mina kept close to her, asking her to vent and to rant. She tried to, more to satisfy them than for her own sake but she couldn’t say anything more than: ‘I was just very scared of him getting hurt.’ Walking to every class and hanging out in the dorm she avoided Bakugou completely. He tried his best to reach out to her, he tried to get her alone and make her face  him. But everytime he tried she just pushed past him and joined the others again. One night all the girls decided to come together in Hagakure’s room to watch a whole bunch of romance movies. Uraraka has never been the biggest fan of those kind of movies. That actually worked really well in her relationship with Bakugou. He was really into thrillers and mystery movies and she could appreciate those genres as well. Reviewing the movies always turned into a heated discussion. Bakugou claimed she didn’t pay attention to detail at all and that’s why she thinks that all the movies they watched were better than they actually were. Uraraka would roll his eyes at him and tell him he’s too critical over and over again. Thinking of that Uraraka smiles and looks on her phone. Bakugou has tried to call her and text her but she hasn’t responded once. If she’s honest, she doesn’t know what she would even say to him. She had thought about reaching out to him and telling him she might’ve been to harsh on him but everytime she considered that anger followed that thought immediately. Yaoyoruzo put a hand on her hand and gives her an endearing look. ‘Are you feeling okay Uraraka, do you want to watch something else?’ All the girls turn to them and all have the same sympathetic look on their face. Uraraka tries to avoid everyones gaze and chooses to look Yaoyoruzo in the eyes instead. ‘I’m fine, this movie is  great, I like hanging out with you guys, I feel like we haven’t spent a evening with just us girls for a long time.’ All the girls smile and agree with her. They all start chatting about why they haven’t been able to spend that much time together recently. The movie quickly became forgotton and the girls crawl around the table. They happily eat all the snacks that Hagakure laid out for them. ‘Can I ask you something Uraraka?’ Mina says whilst whiping the crumb of a cookie off her lips. Uraraka awkwardly fumbles with a bit of popcorn between her fingers. She was just beginning to be genuinely disctracted and having actual fun for the first in what feels like too long. Uraraka nods slowly. Mina looks at the girls and then back to her. ‘Are you…Are you and Bakugou still…Uh? You know…Dating?’ Uraraka’s eyes fall the the ground and Mina rushes over to her. ‘It’s okay if you don’t want to say. I just wanted to know so maybe we knew better how to help you and uh…’ Mina looks at the rest of the girls to back her up. Jirou says: ‘I think she knows you mean well, right Uraraka?’ She did know that and she’s glad that everyone wanted her to be happy again so badly. But she didn’t know what to tell them. She knew she loved Bakugou dearly and that he knew what he did wrong but she just doesn’t know how to go from here. Maybe she will never find out and they will go back to being nothing more than just classmates. That’s the last thing she wants to happen. The more she thinks about the more panic she feels ands she felt everyone reading her. ‘Ochako?’ Tsuyu croaks with a worried look on her face. Uraraka slippd her feet in her slippers and stands up. ‘Sorry everyone, thank you so much for trying to help me, but it’s time for me do something.’ She’s  getting choked up but nobody says anything. No one tries to stop her and so she rushes out onto the hallway. She doesn’t know what she’s gonna say to him yet. Maybe if she sees him this time, instead of anger an “I love you” will come out her. When reaching her own room she sees him. He’s sitting on the floor, arms folded, trying not to fall asleep. She approaches him quietly and kneels before him. His eyes can barely stay open but when he sees someone appear infront him he stiffens. Uraraka can’t help but stare at him. She doesn’t feel anger anymore but she can’t feel an “I love you” either. Suddenly a tears falls down her face. She whipes it away with the back of her hand. More tears start streaming down her face. Why is she crying? Why can’t she stop either? Uraraka looks at him in confusion. ‘I don’t…I can’t stop.’ She chockes on her words. Bakugou leaps at her and throws her arms around her. His arms squeeze hers together and his warmth falls over her body like a blanket. She starts crying louder, which gradually turns into sobbing. She’s thinking of every possible way to stop crying so she can just talk to him. She can’t imagine how ridiculous this might seem to him. Bakugou lays his chin on his arm and whispers words of comfort into her ear. With a hand he strokes her hair that has gone curly from hurry and sweat. When she finally calms down tot he point that she can actually say his name, Bakugou lets her go. Bakugou’s eyes look red and look puffy. Was he really crying too? Uraraka picks up his hand and let their fingers intertwine. ‘I love you.’ She says first to their hands. ‘I love you.’ She says again but this time to his face. ‘But you scare me. The last thing I want is to lose you. Just try to take care of yourself okay?’ She can tell that he’s desperately trying to hold back his tears by the way he’s squeezing her hand. ‘I love you too.’ he mutters to the ground. Her heart flutters. It’s the first time he said it back. He always waved her declarations of love away with a “yeah yeah” or an “I know”. Even though she didn’t mind, she always wondered what it would sound like when he said it back. And it turned out to be the most beautiful she has ever heard.

Writers note: the next song I’m going to use is: Like a Star by Lil Yachty. My ask box is also open for if you want me to use a song as inspiration for a story.

Chase

Blood runs down David's legs and pools around his feet. One hand is splayed against a wall to support himself, the other clasping the jagged wound on his lower abdomen. He gasps weakly trying to catch his breath. He had just ran for what felt like eternity to save his own life. For all he knew, his pursuer could still be hot on his tail. There was no way at this point that David would be able to escape. After so much blood loss and exertion, he could hardly move.

David could no longer stand even. He falls to the floor and into the gory puddle he created. It's still warm, seeping through his clothes and caking his skin. This was it. He was going to die. Oddly, the thought comforted him. Every day was hell in this world. Separating from Jack had only made it worse.  He didn't regret that though. His godfather was the very reason this gruesome place existed to begin with. It made David sick just thinking about how blind he had been. If he had known what Jack was capable of, perhaps he could have prevented all this.

And then again, maybe not. Jack seemed incredibly determined to do whatever it was he was trying to do. Surely if David had interfered with his plans, Jack would have killed him. He was honestly surprised he made it this far when he clearly was in opposition with the man. Did he hold back because David was family? That couldn't be it. After all, he had no problem murdering his wife. Why was he alive then? What purpose could his life possibly serve for Jack?

Dwelling on this now was utterly pointless he realizes. Soon, he will be dead and nothing will matter. Sofia and the others could hopefully find a way out of this nightmare. As unlikely as survival for them was, he held onto the idea that they would nonetheless. At the very least, he hoped they wouldn't be as reckless as he had been. Really, he was such an idiot for approaching that thing earlier. Looking back, his fatal injury was entirely avoidable.

It was his curiosity that screwed him over. He was searching for food at the time when he heard two people arguing. Or so he had thought. The closer he got to the origin of the voices, the more he felt something wasn't quite right. And yet despite his wariness, David had to investigate. He was stubborn that way. When he was near enough, the speaking began to sound familiar. There was a posh, crisp cadence to it, definitely belonging to the Daggert twins.

This was where any sane person would turn back. But David ignored common sense and continued on until he reached a safe spot to eavesdrop from. He crouched low behind a pile of debris, listening to the pair bicker. Unfortunately, it was too unintelligible to make out what they were saying. All he could discern was that one sounded enthusiastic, while the other was irate. Peering around the detritus, David sees either Victor or Irving huddled in a corner, hands covering their face.

That was what did it for him. A warning like a blaring siren fired off in his head and he started to panic. He frantically scanned the area for the second twin, but came up empty. If he couldn't see both of them, there was a chance the other brother would notice him first and not take kindly to being spied on.

David forced himself to calm down, pretending he couldn't feel the frantic drumming of his heartbeat, and considered his options. Waiting it out could work, but only if they left through the fire exit next to them. There was a possibility they would choose to leave the room from David's side instead, in which case he would be seen for sure. However, this accounted solely for the single Daggert he could see in the room, without regard to the twin he couldn't see. There was no helping that. All he could do was pray that the brothers would go together.

Before David could decide on the best course of action though, the decision was taken from him. He had shifted slightly in discomfort from squatting for so long when his knee bumped into the mass of rubble that was his hide out. A small chunk of brick tumbled off the side and landed with a loud thud on the floor. David held his breath in fear and watched as the hunched over doppelganger jerked their head up to stare straight at him.

He stared back and flinched at what he saw. Whether it was Irving or Victor, he couldn't tell. What he could ascertain was that something horribly wrong had happened to them. A giant suture weaved a twisted path down the middle of their face, lips curved into a smile on the left and a grimace on the right. Fresh bruises were littered across the grinning half while the scowling side was free of any  blemishes. Normally well groomed, their hair was now disheveled and clothes dirty and torn.

It took all of three seconds for David to take that in and recognize the severity of the situation he was in.

Two more for him to stand up and bolt from the room.

And another two to hear the revving up of a buzzsaw.

That was when time sped up to a tense blur.

David wildly sprinted through a maze of several hallways and doors. His sides began to ache from the strain, but he didn't dare slow his pace. Each step he took was accompanied by many more trailing after him. The racket of a power tool carving up anything in its way made him hurry along quicker.

He glimpsed back at his stalker. Like a rabid animal, drool dripped from the aberration's mouth as it continued to chase him. David whipped his head back around and refocused his efforts to evade the demented twin. Except he hadn't been paying much attention to where he was going, nearly colliding into a wall. He quickly skidded to a halt.

It was a dead end.

“Well, well... what have we here?”

David jumped a little at the words, not expecting the thing to talk to him. He hesitantly turned so he could face the maniac. It cruelly smirked when he met their eyes.

“Ah, I thought it was you”. Watching it speak was like seeing an amateur ventriloquist perform, making it all the more disturbing. “Jack's favorite...hmm, must be nice”.

They stepped closer until David's back hit the wall behind him.

“I mean, it IS his fault we exist...stuck here forever”, it dragged a finger along David's chest and stopped at where his heart would be, “But you, you're special. You aren't fucked like the rest of us. You mean something to him”.

“I don't know if you noticed, but Jack isn't with me. I left him”, David seethed, shoving the thing's hand off him, “So, if you're gonna kill me-” He doesn't get a chance to finish his retort. Raw pain spread throughout his midsection, wholly interrupting what he was going to say. David blinked then glanced down at the dark crimson stain blooming on his white shirt. Gawking, he clutched his waist in disbelief. He has to narrowly dodge another strike from the buzzsaw before pushing his assailant away and breaking into a mad dash.

A mix of shock and terror numbed any agony David might have felt from the deep laceration. He would have been grateful for this if he were conscious of anything other than remaining alive. The awareness he did experience was fleeting as his mind drifted in and out of reality; he desperately tried to survive one moment, then relived playing hide-and-seek with Jack when he was little in the next.

Eventually he stumbled upon an open ventilation shaft and wedged himself inside. David waited a beat for the twin(s) to run by, but they never did. Maybe they lost him. Even so, he wasn't about to stay there and find out.

He crawled out the other side of the vent then immediately winced. The industrial-sized kitchen was much brighter than the dim corridors he had grown accustomed to, causing him to squint in order to see.

This is when he became cognizant of all the blood virtually spilling from his body.

And this is where he was now, ironically dying in a place containing what he sought to begin with.

Hunger was nothing compared to the current torture he suffered. It truly was a blessing to have not felt it earlier as it was the worst trauma he has ever endured. David accepts his fate, figuring he shouldn't linger over the past anymore.

What's done is done.

A distraction is needed, so he settles for counting the rotted tiles on the ceiling. He makes it up to thirteen when the creaking of a door cuts his tally short. David curses his lack of precaution. Of course in his present state it made sense that he'd neglect to check the room for other entrances. But if he was going to die, he wanted to do so alone on his own terms, damn it.

He grits his teeth in anticipation and keeps an eye on the quivering door knob ten feet from him. It appeared that whoever was trying to get inside was having trouble opening the door. Which is strange, David thinks, since the thing hunting him could simply hack their way through.

There is a sudden bang and the wood encircling the handle of the door splinters. The explosive noise startles David so much he involuntarily bites his tongue.

“Fuck”, he hisses quietly, the swear befitting the affliction as well as the circumstance.

His sore tongue is all but forgotten when the destroyed entryway swings open, revealing the last person he wants to see:

Jack.

Fuck, David mentally reiterates, not him. Anyone but him.

“David?”

He refuses to acknowledge him by closing his eyes and not responding. An intense desire to disappear consumes him.

“Holy shit, Davie. What the bloody hell happened to ya?”, Jack asks with blatant worry. He holsters his gun before approaching him and stooping down to access the damage. His customary smile is replaced with a frown when he finds the source of the bleeding.

“Leave me alone”, David croaks. He can feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment. This reminded him far too much of how Jack would react when he hurt himself as a kid. He wasn't a child anymore and he didn't need Jack's concern nor help.

“No can do, precious”, he pokes at David's gash which earns him a whimper followed by a pitiful attempt to push him away. Jack laughs, amused by the resistance. “If you keep struggling like that, you'll only bleed out faster...and we don't want that, now do we?”

“I don't care”.

Jack rolls his eyes. David could be so difficult sometimes. “Look, you ain't dying on my watch, so if you're gonna make this hard for me, I'll have to knock ya out”.

David glares at Jack. He didn't like the idea of being unconscious and at the mercy of his godfather. There really wasn't much of a choice. “Fine”, he relaxes, letting his body go limp, “I'll behave myself”.

The sarcastic quip makes Jack chuckle. He loved it when David got smart with him. “That's a good boy”, he praises, knowing it will do nothing but irk David. Jack is rewarded with a dirty look from the sulky teenager. He beams from ear to ear in return. “Okay then, let's have a look-see”.

Suddenly, there are fingers in David's lesion, digging around inside him. The unexpected sensation of being scissored open is nauseating. Bile rises in his throat, but he holds it back. “What are you-”, David gasps and swallows, “doing?”

“I've gotta see how bad it is, don't I?”, Jack replies, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. The man could feign not being a sadist all he wants, but there was no denying he derives some sick pleasure from hurting David. And, if he was completely honest, David believes he deserves it. This is why he doesn't bother to protest any further. “Ah, fuck. It's worse than I thought”.

The abrupt removal of Jack's fingers leaves David feeling empty. A small part of him misses their presence and he hates himself for how fucked up that is. “H-how bad is it?”

“Well...”, Jack runs a blood soaked hand through his hair, collecting his thoughts, “to put it bluntly, stitches won't do shit”.

“Oh”. So that was it then. David was done for. He isn't an expert on emergency medical treatment, but he knows there isn't much else they could do unless they went to a hospital. Finding one in this place was certainly possible, although without a doctor it was useless. “Why not?”

To illustrate a point, Jack picks up a glass from one of the counters and hurls it at the floor. The cup shatters on impact.“Imagine trying to fix this with cheap glue”, he gathers up a handful of shards, sifting the fragments between his fingers, “Sure, you could piece it back together, but-”

“For fuck's sake, Jack, I don't need a clever analogy”, David interjects. The excessive and overtly impulsive demonstration had irritated him. He could not fathom why Jack was choosing to be showy at a time like this. “Give it to me straight”.

“Aww, you're no fun...”, Jack pouts. He lets the broken glass fall from his palm. There are pinpricks of blood where the sharp bits pierced his skin. “Alright, princess, I'll humor you”. His expression becomes serious. “Stitching you up would take too long and by then you'd be dead. Luckily, I know of another way to stop the bleeding”.

“And that is?”

“I'm not gonna lie, Davie. You won't like it”.

“Jack-”

“I have to cauterize the wound”.

David frowns in confusion. “Ca-tuh-what-now?”

“Really?”, Jack quirks a brow, “With all those books you read, I'm surprised you don't know that word. I'm a little disappointed, actually...”

“Do I look like a fucking dictionary to you, Jack?!”, David fumes. His patience for the older man is wearing dangerously thin.

“Whoa, take it easy, tiger! I was only messin' with ya”, Jack can't help but crack a smile and snicker a little at David's expense. “Anyway, all you need to know is that it'll hurt like hell”.

David sighs. Their conversation will drag on forever if he keeps asking questions. Jack would continue to make a game of it by beating around the bush until David bled to death. He has to put an end to this. “Whatever, just do it already”.

“Aye aye, captain!”, Jack mock salutes. He swiftly pivots around on his heel to face the many cabinets and drawers and begins rummaging through them at random. Muttering to himself as he roots, the clattering of bottles can soon be heard and Jack pulls out one containing a clear alcohol. “You're gonna need this”, he smirks, tapping the bottle with his index finger. Jack makes to throw it at David to catch before thinking better of it and handing it to him instead.

“Why?”, David asks, examining the bottle in his left hand, while his right continues to try and stem the flow of the blood from his injury. He was a little stunned that Jack hadn't made him a makeshift tourniquet or something, but he knew enough to know he needed to put pressure on it. Now realizing he should have been more specific with his question, lest Jack ramble on again, David amends his prior inquiry.  “Nevermind, just- do I drink it or what?”

“Geez, you're joking, right? Duh, you drink it, silly. If you wanna dull the pain, that is”, Jack returns to his search, his back to David, “Of course, we'll need some for disinfectant as well, so don't drink the whole thing, kiddo”.

David's stomach clenches and that queasy feeling from earlier comes back. Jack knows all too well that David hates the taste of alcohol, yet here he is offering that as the only option. He supposes the place didn't have a first aid kit though and any pain reliever pills won't be as fast acting. His reflection in the bottle stares back at him with disgust as he shakily uncorks it and downs a hefty portion of the liquor in haste.

Instantly coughing and sputtering, David tries not to gag at the foul flavor, giving himself a second to breath before drinking some more. He puts the alcohol down and wipes the remnants from his mouth. Jack stares at him with wide eyes. “What?”, David snaps, although it comes out more like a muted slur. His head starts to swim and the room around him is spinning topsy-turvy.

“Fuck, Davie, you didn't need to drink that much!”, Jack laughs uncontrollably, the situation too funny for him to contain it. Even with everything whirling about in a dizzying way, David could still tell that Jack was currently holding a rather large knife; a glowing red-hot one at that.

“Jack, what-”, he can't speak any further, a fresh wave of nausea hitting him. He closes his eyes tight and wills it to pass. Vomiting now would only make this predicament worse. When he opens them, David finds Jack kneeling at his side with the sharp blade.

“Don't get the wrong idea, sweetheart. I ain't gonna stab ya”, Jack cackles a bit at the thought then remembers he forgot something, “Ah, crap. Hold this, will you?”. He gives the knife to David whom attempts to hold it upright until his arm weakly falls to the floor. Jack notices and promptly fixes the position of the knife so it won't burn David, tutting as he does so in mock annoyance. He then retrieves a handkerchief from his vest and douses it with liquor. The smell of it makes David wrinkle his nose and back away in revulsion. “Come on, I told you we'd use this as disinfectant, didn't I? Stop being a baby”. Jack grabs him by his shirt and pulls him forward, gently removing David's own hand from his wound. The hand comes away sticky and wet with blood.

David braces himself, clutching Jack's shoulders and gritting his teeth. “Do it”, he murmurs, head bowed down. Complying to the request, Jack wipes the wound thoroughly with the damp cloth, causing David to groan and tighten his grip on the older man.

“There we go, that wasn't so bad, was it?”, Jack smiles and ruffles David's hair affectionately, “Now for the best- er, I mean the worst part. Ya ready, kid?” David reluctantly nods. Jack reclaims the knife from David's grasp. “Oh yeah, ya might wanna bite down on this”, he says, giving David a few seconds to do so with the wooden spoon he hands him. Then, without any real warning, he lowers the heated kitchen utensil and presses it flush against David's injury.

The pain is instantaneous and excruciating. Nothing he experienced beforehand could even come close to what he feels now. It was like someone was gutting him with a burning torch, his skin sizzling from the heat. He spits the wooden spoon out and cries, burying his face in Jack's chest. When the knife is taken away and Jack whispers soothingly, he isn't even aware of it, the world going dark as he blacks out.