>Krys was fighting with mysterious creature >Creature kicked his ass >But Krys never gives up >When he was barely standing on his feet, creature suddenly started changing it’s form >SURPRISE SURPRISE IT WAS LUCIEN (they thought he was dead when they felt into an ambush and couldn’t find his body after fight)
@drawfee give me more bad jrpg and those two. I need it.
Okay, so say we’re going with the idea that Grouptale is with bunch of teenagers who have turned the stories of Mt. Ebott into some urban legend.
It starts with a dare.
“I bet you losers couldn’t last a night on Mt. Ebott!”
“Yeah, you chickens are just too scared.” Teal and Orange (the populars) say to the small group of five (the nerds).
“We’ll stay up there three nights if you do too.” Frisk replies. “Right guys?” They say, looking to the other four. They nod, with some reluctance. So that Friday, all seven of them climb the mountain with their camping gear.
The first night goes by fine, except for a squabble between
Green and Teal about how food should be cooked. Orange and Yellow get along better than anyone had expected, and that seemed to make things easier.
It’s the next day when things go wrong. Everyone’s hiking -Purple suggested it and Frisk encouraged everyone to come along- when Teal trips and screams. Orange runs up to find a large hole.
“TEAL?” He shouts. But nobody answered. “I’m going in.” Yellow tried to protest.
“We don’t know what’s down there, man.” But Orange ignored him, jumping down into the hole. Yellow rolls his eyes and starts carefully climbing down.
“W-where are you going?” Blue asks.
“I’m not going to leave them down there to die.” Yellow answers. “Now are you coming or not?” And with that they all followed him down.
Summary: You’re part of the Avengers team, but that doesn’t mean you get treated the same by everyone. Your relationship with Bucky is playful, but as your past comes back to haunt you, things might change.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: ~2400 (WHOOPS - told you longer chapters were coming)
Warnings: ANGST. Mentions of blood/injury, murder, & torture (not detailed, but it’s explained what was done to the character). And as always, language.
A/N: Yay for flashbacks! Yay for backstory! (Seriously, this entire part is all backstory/flashback). Hope it’s still enjoyable! :D
When your phone rang,
you knew that something had gone wrong.
“Hello?” you answered.
“Y/N. It’s raining
outside, so I would wear your rain boots,” your father’s voice came through the
speaker. He sounded tired, and hurt. The call ended immediately after he
You bolted toward the
front door, tossing on your hoodie and grabbing your backpack. Running over to
your neighbor’s barn, you opened the door, revealing the truck parked inside.
You started it up, and the moment it did you were accelerating out of the barn.
“Please be okay, please
be okay,” you repeated to yourself. You were used to your parents coming back a
bit scuffed up, practically growing up always seeing at least one of them with
some sort of bruise or bandage. But if this mission had gotten out of hand to
the point where you had to evacuate, you knew things were bad. You zipped open
the backpack, pulling out the gun, tucking it into your waistband. Your mother
always taught you to be prepared.
Your heartbeat did not
slow, even when you pulled into the town, parking the truck in front of the
bakery. You pulled up the hood on your jacket, and walked inside the bakery.
isn’t it?” the man at the counter asked you as you stepped up.
“I decided to wear my
rainboots, just in case,” you replied. The man’s smile faded, and the partition
opened, and you stepped inside, practically running to the back room.
Your heartbeat did not
slow, even when you reached the back room and knocked four times. You only
calmed when the door opened, revealing your mother.
“Are you okay?” you
asked her as you stepped inside. Your mother locked the door behind her, and
pulled you into a hug.
“Zoet,” she sighed.
“I’m glad you’re safe. I’m okay. Your father’s been shot.”
You pulled out of your
mother’s embrace, walking over to your father, who was sitting in a chair, his
hand pressed tightly to his shoulder.
“Papa,” you said in
relief. “How could you let yourself get shot? I thought you were faster than
“Not today, it seems,”
your father joked. “I’ll be all right. But we need to move. They’re after us –
“We barely got out of
there. The only reason we did is we put an electrical grid behind us that
delayed them for a few seconds,” your mother told you. “Just another time your
father’s inventions have saved us.”
“Let’s not get in a
situation where we need to have that happen again,” your father said, coming to
a stand. “We need to leave.”
You nodded, and wrapped
your arm around your father’s waist, letting your mother lead the way down into
the tunnels. You walked for a while, supporting your father’s weight. He grew
weaker as you progressed, the bandage only doing so much to stop the bleeding.
“How much further?” you
“A mile. Hold on,
Lucas,” your mother responded. You heard your father chuckle lightly.
“I’m not going to leave
my girls,” he replied.
Eventually, you reached
the exit to the tunnels. You helped your mother pry the cover off it, revealing
the street above. Your mother went first, and the two of you helped push your
father up, and then you came up the ladder, closing the cover again.
“What took you so
long?” a familiar voice asked you. You looked up, seeing Q, an old friend of
your parents. He was the one to bring you your escape vehicle, as well as your
new paperwork and records.
complications,” your father responded. “Thank you, Q.”
Q waved a hand.
“Anything for a friend.”
Before any of you could
say anything, a shot rang out, and Q dropped to the ground, a bullet wound in
the middle of his forehead.
“Get down!” your mother
yelled, pushing you and your father to the floor. She reached into the truck,
pulling out a rifle. You pulled out your pistol, and you made sure your father
was armed, too.
“Which direction?” you
“East,” your mother
said. “Probably from the church roof. The shooter will have moved by now.”
You heard the squealing
of tires pulling up to your location, and you knew there were multiple
vehicles. This was going to be a shootout, and you knew this wouldn’t be easy.
Lucas, Y/N, we don’t wish to harm you,” you heard Kent shout. No doubt he was
waiting for one of you to show yourself so he could shoot you. Or worse. “We
just want those files. Give us those, and we’ll leave.”
you can’t open them without us,” your mother replied. “Don’t act like you
aren’t going to kill us once you get them.”
you’re right, I will – but I won’t enjoy it as much as I normally would.”
out, and you took the shots you could. You were able to take out 3, and you
noticed your mother took out 6. But more poured in, and you only had so much
mother called out. She was leaning against the truck, by your father. She was
clutching her arm, having been grazed by a bullet. “We’re not getting out of
off the rest of your shots, and fell back down, looking at your parents. Your
father was growing paler by the minute, and all three of you were tired.
said, dropping your gun. Your mother shook her head, and handed you the pistol your
father had been holding.
“No. You can
still get out of here. Take the truck and leave. We’ll stay here. It’s us they
really want. You know we won’t give them the info,” your mother told you. “Y/N,
please, get out of here while you can. Stay safe, zoet.”
please. Don’t make me do this,” you said, tears welling up in your eyes. You
knew this is what you had to do – HYDRA only would use you against your
parents. It was foolish to stay behind and let them get the three of you.
got into the truck, crouching down, looking up into the side mirrors to see
what was going on. You knew you couldn’t get out now if you tried – they needed
to thin out, first. You watched as your mother surrendered to them, and was
grabbed and forced to the ground. Your father was dragged out, and both of them
were roughly shoved into an armored vehicle.
you, Y/N?” Kent called out. “Don’t think that we don’t have a use for you.”
as one of the goons approached the truck you were in, the others searching the
remaining vehicles in the area. You waited until the HYDRA agent was just to
the passenger window before kicking it out and kicking him in the process.
truck, you threw it into drive and started speeding away. But an armored
vehicle sped into your path, and you swerved to avoid it. Unfortunately, you
couldn’t change direction in time to avoid the other car, and you crashed into
it. You tried to pull away, but the door was ripped open, and you were dragged
in front of Kent.
sighed. “I do wish you wouldn’t struggle.”
“Fuck you,” you
to watch your mouth,” he replied, and knocked you out.
woke up, your head was pounding, and it took your eyes a while to adjust to the
darkness around you. You were tied down to a chair, and confined in a cell. You
immediately noticed it wasn’t electronic, so that meant a power surge wouldn’t
help you. It was either breaking the lock or finding the key. That was, if you
were able to get out of the metal restraints you were in. It would mean
breaking your wrist. But if that was what it would take, you’d do it.
heard faintly. You looked to your right, seeing your mother in the cell next to
you. She was on the ground, her face swollen, her body bruised and bleeding.
gasped. “What… what did they do to you?”
right, zoet,” your mother wheezed out. “They come every 6 hours. But now that
you’re awake, they may come again.”
was silent for a moment. “I… I think he is still downstairs. Being patched up
so that they can hurt him more.”
out of here,” you told her. “They’ll send someone to rescue us.”
“I wait for
the day they try,” you heard Kent say. He was dragging in your father, a gun
trained to his head. “But in the event they do come for you, I can’t have the
three of you rescued at once. No, that would be too big of a victory for them,
you see, and they’ll think I’ve gone soft. And I can’t have that.”
the gun was pointed at your mother. You barely had time to open your mouth to
scream when Kent pulled the trigger. Your father began fighting back, and Kent
fired off one round into his stomach, the second into his throat. He stepped
away, and your father’s body fell to the ground.
you!” you screamed. “You bastard!”
laughed, and stepped into your cell. You nearly vomited at the sight of your
father’s blood on his collar.
he sighed. “I plan to kill you first.”
tortured every day for 243 days. To varying degrees, of course, depending on
who it was assigned to you. There were some who were easier, whom you could
handle. Others were harder. But the worst was Kent. Because every time you saw
him, you couldn’t help but see the bodies of your parents. You couldn’t help
but replay the sounds of the gunshots that ended their lives 10 feet in front
Kent needed you, that
you knew. He couldn’t access the files he wanted without you alive. It was your
insurance. No matter what he did to you, you knew he wouldn’t kill you. At
least not until he got what he wanted.
relent. Not when you were punched, kicked, drowned, cut, electrocuted, burned,
starved, force-fed, choked, or left in near-freezing water for as long as your
body could stand. But as much as your body could take, your mind could only
take so much. You became apathetic, distant. It was as if you were a passenger
in your own body. It was how you had gone so long without giving him the info
he was torturing you to receive.
When it was
an easier day, just your standard beating, you heard the alarm sound. Surely
this was a dream. Besides, even if the alarm went off, that didn’t mean
anything. It could be a test, or the arrival of a particularly dangerous
individual, anything but a rescue for you. After all, if they had taken this
long, why now?
agent beating you continued his work, yelling for someone else to go
investigate. It wasn’t long until you heard commotion outside the room you were
being kept in. The agent paused only when the door slammed open, and a flying
object came straight to his face, knocking him across the room.
“Y/N L/N?” a
man asked you. He was wearing a red, white, and blue uniform, and a helmet
covered the top half of his face. Captain America was sent to rescue you? You
had to remember that time had passed since you were captured, and he was
probably involved in more missions now.
“I’m here to
get you out of here,” he said, running up behind you, easily snapping your
restraints. “Can you walk?”
replied, coming to a stand. But it turns out you were weaker than you thought,
as when you took a step forward, you fell. You were caught before you hit the
ground, however. Captain America retrieved his shield, placing it on his back
before picking you up in his arms, beginning to run with you out of there.
Gunshots rang out, and he moved back behind cover, setting you down.
could use a little backup here,” you heard him radio in. Immediately after, you
heard groans of pain and sounds of a fight.
looking after you, Steve,” you heard a voice say. Suddenly, there was another
man in front of you, a face you also recognized – but for another reason.
began. You watched as the Winter Soldier rolled his eyes.
“I don’t do
that anymore. You missed out on some important stuff while you were here,” he
replied. “I’m on their side, now. I’m Bucky, Y/N.”
your mouth to reply, but the world around you swirled as you felt the
repercussions of standing for so long. Bucky picked you up easily, and once
Captain America checked that the coast was clear, ran with you outside to the
quinjet. You were placed on a stretcher, and immediately after the hatch closed,
the quinjet took off.
A man in a
familiar red and gold armored suit stepped up to you, extending a hand.
Iron Man.” he said. You reached over with your right wrist, despite the fact he
was extending his right one, too.
wrist,” you replied.
up, tapping the side of his glasses. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., scan Y/N here for injuries.”
lacerations to her entire body, bruising of varying degree, 2nd
degree burns, dislocated right shoulder, broken wrist, 3 broken ribs, torn
ligaments in left knee, sprained left ankle. She is also malnourished and her
vitals indicate a severe lack of sleep and extreme levels of stress,” a voice
Tony let out
a small cough. “Sorry. You’re a real tough cookie, kid.”
we headed?” you asked.
you heard Captain America reply. “It’s where we have the best team of medical
staff and supplies to help you. And it’s the safest. The man who kidnapped you
is still out there. We can protect you back in New York. You’re with some of
the most trained individuals, Y/N.”
You nodded slowly. You knew that even if you had an entire
army by your side, you would never feel truly safe until he was dead. Until you
How would Kirishima, Bakugou, and Shinsou feel if their so/crush wanted to become a vigilante in the future since they didn't get into hero course?
As a bit of a note here, I actually had to read Boku no Hero Academia: Illegals to really understand this request. And boy am I glad I did. It really fleshes out some of the characters and gives Aizawa a backstory (yay!). I honestly laughed so hard; the vigilantes are friends with Wolverine and Cyclops, Ciel Phantomhive is the bad guy (girl), and Midnight’s sidekicks are the Host Club! It also made me love Ingenium and it made his crippling hurt a lot more.
As for this request, you may not like it. But I’m actually ok with that; this one is a matter of opinion and law theory of a fictional universe. I think it has a lot to do with one’s alignment, and in the BNHA universe, it’s often better to be lawful than good.
Kirishima: He likely would be apprehensive with his partner’s choice to become a vigilante. He likes the thought that they would want to help people, no matter what, but as a hero, he would have to arrest them if he ever caught them, and he doesn’t know how he would deal with that.
Bakugou: He flat out tells you that it’s a shitty idea. For all his profanity and his anti-hero personality, he’s actually very bound by the rules. He would tell his S/O that since they didn’t get into the hero course, they should find some other route to becoming a legitimate hero instead of associating with the troublemakers who called themselves “vigilantes”. He doesn’t want to see their name besmirched like that.
Shinsou: Would fall somewhere between Kirishima and Bakugou on his opinion of you becoming a vigilante. He didn’t make it into the hero course either, but Shinsou’s one to keep looking for an opening, to keep trying to find the right path. As someone with a quirk that is often seen as “villainous”, he knows how much appearances are worth, and he doesn’t want you to have to go through what he has by you ruining your appearance.
AAAHHHHHHH, drawing with my non dominant hand is so frustratingggggggggggg ;;
Also, I made a new unnamed oc without any backstory again. yay. PLS KILL ME
Also, I was considering posting more shit here but… would anyone even like to see more of my art? I wasn’t posting much these days because of the lack of inspiration, time and laziness. I was even thinking about stopping postig here. I’m still not sure ;; What should I doooooo? ;-; Anyways, I also got two more drawings so I’ll just post them and they might be the last ones here lmao.
This one’s a bit of a flashback, so no Theron. But hey, Jaaide backstory, yay. :D
“Emperor’s teeth, Jaaide, who gave you that black eye?!”
Jaaide winced and instinctively ducked her head at the other girl’s comment. “Sithspit, is it that bad? I was hoping it wouldn’t be terribly noticeable.”
“Why, d’you have a date or something?” There was a teasing note underlying the words, but Jaaide didn’t smile.
“Or something,” she conceded. “My parents are planning to visit in the next couple days, and I’d hate for them to think Intelligence training is being hard on their ‘delicate blossom’.” She moved to the mirror and held back her hair so she could see. “Stars, that is bad. What do think, Kari? Could I hide it with makeup?”
Bedsprings squeaked as Kari stood and crossed the room to join her. “In a couple days, sure. But if they visit, say, tomorrow, you’re out of luck, my friend.” She squeezed Jaaide shoulder sympathetically. “But don’t think I missed the fact you haven’t answered my question. Who’s responsible for the shiner?”
“Erryn.” Jaaide sighed, gingerly feeling the bruised skin around her eye. “I still haven’t figured out how he reads me so well. When we run live drills instead of simulations, I can out-think and trick anyone else in my class. But not him. It’s as if he can read my mind or something…” She turned away from the mirror and plopped down on her bed.
“What if he is?” Kari suggested, perching on her own bed. “They only run random spot-checks for Force Sensitivity. There was a girl in Judah’s class they just found yesterday, Jaaide. Yesterday. She’s been here for months and they only found her yesterday. What if Erryn has just enough to give an edge, read minds and all that, but not enough to draw attention unless someone’s already suspicious and looking at him.”
Jaaide raised a skeptical eyebrow. “For starters, I’m not sure the Force works like that. Second, are you suggesting we start a rumor Erryn is Force Sensitive?”
Kari grinned. “You know me so well, roomie. It’s not as if it can hurt anything. If he is Force Sensitive, he belongs at the Sith Academy any way. And if he isn’t, that’ll be the end of it.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Jaaide conceded. “Seems a bit extreme for an accidental black eye, but you make a good point.” Something still felt wrong about it, but she couldn’t put her finger on why.
“Of course I do, I’m brilliant,” Kari deadpanned. “Now, let’s see what we can do about that eye.”
IT took a couple hours, and a few different shades of concealer, but between the two of them, they did work out some decent camouflage for the injury. Good enough to fool overprotective parents, anyway.
I am sorry for a delay between chapters, but this one fought me tooth and nail. It’s dialogue-heavy and I always struggle with writing dialogues, so I hope it turned out alright. Ugh.
But we get Alec’s backstory. So yay?
Also, how the heck could I ever think I would be able to close this fic in three chapters? This was supposed to be a short story and it slowly turns out to be even longer than my Game of thrones AU, FFS.
The drive back
to Alec’s home was quiet. Magnus got them a cab, since neither of them were in
the mood for dealing with Friday afternoon subway rush. Thankfully, it wasn’t
an uncomfortable silence and Alec dozed off during the ride, his head resting
on Magnus’ shoulder.
entered the apartment, Alec just sort of stood there, unsure what to do. He
looked lost and seeing him like that broke Magnus’ heart.
“Do you want
some tea?” Alec finally asked, placing his keys in the basket near the living
room door. His movements seemed calculated, like he was trying to spend as
little energy on moving as possible.
“I’ll do it.”
Magnus placed a hand over the small of Alec’s back and gently pushed him
towards the sofa. “You look just about ready to keel over. Sit down before you