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I just realized that I never actually posted anything about a lot of my mha ocs so here’s a couple of them!

Ichiro Aikawa

Age: 15

Height: 5’5

Hair color and length: gray and shortish

Eye color: black

Sexuality: lesbian likes woman

Pronouns: they/them

Scars: mostly just a few here and there on their body.

Rat: this quirk gives its user the ability to transform into a rat along with being able to communicate with them. This quirk also gives its user rat ears which make their hearing two times better than most people’s, along with all of that, the quirk gives its user heightened intelligence that allows them to solve complicated math problems in their head. The downsides to this quirk are, due to the users heightened senses they can easily get overwhelmed in large crowds and need specially designed headphones that cover their human and rat ears, when quirk is overused the users hearing becomes more sensitive, their voice becomes squeakier and harder to understand, and they risk temporarily becoming dumber.

Here’s a little extra, Ichiro’s adopted dad is actually Nezu!

Another oc is

Rena Itsika

Age: 21

Height: 6’0

Hair color and length: pink, and shoulder length

Eye color: pink

Sexuality: lesbian/ likes woman

Pronouns: she/her

Scars: one scar across her nose and others scattered around her body

Quirk: Rosy floatation. This quirk gives its user the ability to float any item they touch. When the user touches an item and specifically is using their quirk the item will begin to glow pink and they can move it telepathically. When the quirk is in use the users hands and the item they’re floating glows pink. The downsides of this quirk are, when an item is touched and being controlled by the user the item will glow pink no matter what so people can tell when the quirk is in use, when the quirk is overused the user becomes exhausted and nauseous.

And that’s just two of them! I have more! Like this post if you want to see some others!

Another oc!

I don’t actually have anything really decided for her yet but I want her to be either in mha or dunmeshi

If she’s in mha she’ll actually have two quirks which will be my crystal shield quirk and my elven quirk!

For everything else about her I want you to help me pick! Just comment or reblog what you want her age, name, fandom, and anything else about her to be!

You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to but I’d greatly appreciate it if you did!

Introducing! Nauci!!

She is one of my dnd character and is a necromancer with way too many spells

Anyways here’s some stuff about her!

Name: Nauci no last name Nauci is short for flaucinaucinihilifilipilification I hope I spelled that right

Age: 128

Height: 6’1

Hair color and length: white and a bit past the shoulders

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: ace/aro doesn’t feel romantic love and doesn’t enjoy sexual activities

Eye color: light blue almost white

Skin tone: black

Species: drow/dark elf

Fandom: nonexistent, she’s a dnd character

Also shes lawful evil but can be nice if she wants to be

Don’t get on her bad side she’ll just cast Otto’s irresistible dance and force you to dance till you die, or power word kill depends on her mood

My friend asked me to do him so here’s my friend Alex!

His favorite color is purple so I added quite a bit of purple!

He’s also pansexual and goes by he/they pronouns!

Please people I’d love to do more people other than my ocs and that person could be you!

I wanna make another one of those rpg status picrew things but I’ve done like all my ocs already so if someone wants me to do them just like describe yourself to me in the comments along with what class you want to be and maybe even a little fun fact about yourself like fave color and sexuality I’ll happily make you one and post it!

Please someone comment for me to do this for them I have nothing else to do

I’ve remembered why I stopped writing on wattpad. It’s cuz I lose motivation too fast and can never finish stuff, so in a day or two I’m gonna post just a simple overview of Himiko’s past. But for now I’m gonna show you all another oc of mine

Her names Toshiko Niwa

Fandom: my hero academia

Age: 20/ five years older than class A

Height: 6’1

Sexuality: asexual/ doesn’t feel romantic love

Pronouns: she/her

Eye color: I can’t show it in picrews so I usually just go with random colors but her eyes are like streaks of different colors like the Netflix thing where it looks like string. That’s what her eyes look like

Hair color and length: dark brown and short

Skin tone: pale with a bit of a tan

Scars: one cheek scar, and other scars across her body

Quirk:

I did borrow this quirk from a fanfic on Ao3 called datastream

Datastream: this quirk gives its user the ability to see streams of data such as, a phone call, a YouTube video, text messages, or any other thing related to tech, and allows the user to access it doing so the user can see and or hear what the stream is and says. The user can also access cameras by tapping into their data stream doing so the user can jump from camera to camera or even tap into hero comms to contact a hero. The user does not have to touch the streams to enter them and is able to both be half in a stream and half still conscious so the user can have a conversation with a hero through a stream whilst still having a conversation with a friend physically. The downsides of this quirk are, even though the user can multitask and both interact with the world whilst still being in a stream if the user wants to fully dive into a stream they can no longer interact with the outside world using their physical body until they tap out of a stream, if fully in a stream the user becomes vulnerable to attack given that they are unable to fight back or even realize they’re being touched, moved, or spoken to, when quirk is overused the user becomes tired, gets headaches, and their eyes hurt as if they had been looking at a screen for too long, they also become more tired.

Sorry for giving up on writing all of Himiko’s back story but it’s never gonna get finished if I keep doing it this way

Also Toshiko is not a hero at first she’s actually a vigilante who then becomes an intelligence hero!

The last ones I did people enjoyed so here’s another ttrpg picrew

This is Akatani Shinamoru she’s from mha

I messed up on wisdom so just pretend that says nineteen

I already gave you the details about her in my oc post but here’s them anyway

Age: 15/ same as class A

Height: 5’5

Sexuality: pansexual/ likes all genders

Pronouns: she/her

Hair color and length: white and long

Eye color: brown

Scars: one cheek scar and a couple others across her body

Quirk:

Angels feathers: this quirk gives its user the ability to take energy from the surrounding area/ people and use it to heal others or themself, the quirk is also a mutant type quirk and gives the user large white wings that glow when the quirk is used, much like Hawks’s quirk the user can detach these feathers and either control them or use them as swords. The user can also take their own energy and use it to heal others though they can only use it as a last resort since it takes away their own energy. The downsides of this quirk are, the user cannot heals themself or others if everything in the surrounding area is dead and they’ve already used their own energy to heal, if the all or most of the users feathers are destroyed it takes multiple days for them to fully grow back and the user cannot fly during that duration tho they can heal, when quirk is overused the users own wounds take longer to heal, the users wings become weaker, and the user becomes more tired and can be injured easier.

:)

Time for Himiko’s backstory as promised!

Warnings in advance

1: I don’t know what I’m doing

2: ⛔️ do not read if triggered by the following ⚠️

Physical abuse

Mental abuse

Experimentation

Murder

More murder

Death

Arson but only once

Swearing

Guns

Syringes/needles/scalpels

And kidnapping.

Now let’s start!

her birth parents names were

Aka Shinamoru

And

Tani Shinamoru

No Himiko is not related to Akatani Shinamoru in any way I just used the name twice in the past because I was out of name ideas at the time and by now it’s too late to changer her name

Now when Mei was born her parents were already disappointed because she was born female and they were sexist assholes who wanted a boy so he could “carry on their legacy and become a hero” but apparently a girl couldn’t do that as well.

So of course they mildly abused her it was mostly just mild neglect and yelling but sometimes hitting her if she did something wrong, horrible parenting technique really.

they named her a mix of their names so her legal name was Akatani Shinamoru

I was dumb and named them the same ok?

Her life sucked at home and at school it was ok she didn’t really have any friends except for one, Jun Hano. Jun was her best friend they got along well because her parents also thought she should’ve been born a boy.

Then just a couple weeks before her fifth birthday Jun got a quirk! It was similar to her parents it gave her the ability to see the true nature of people meaning if say a random kid was acting nice she could tell if they were genuine or not.

But a month later Akatani still hadn’t gotten her quirk so her parents took her to the doctors to see why. But the doctor told them the worst possible news.

Akatani was quirkless.

She had the double pinky joint and therefore would not gain a quirk

But it seemed her body should be able to handle a quirk if she had one, her body was fit for whatever quirk she should’ve gotten.

Her mom was able to take energy from the surrounding area and give it to herself allowing her to feel more energized, she could also take energy from people. Her dads quirk allowed him to heal people using the persons own energy and her body seemed to be fit for holding more energy than most people but without a quirk she couldn’t do anything.

When they got home her parents finally showed their anger and beat her.

And it only got worse from there.

Seriously this is when her life had some joy in it, it only gets worse.

Every little thing she did wrong she’d get yelled at and hit for, even just making a little bit of noise would wind up in her getting hit.

Her best friend noticed that Akatani was acting different and when she asked what happened she told her the truth.

She was quirkless.

But Jun didn’t care, so they made a plan, on akatani’s half birthday they would run away together changing their names to Mei and Tei and never looking back.

It would’ve happened but that night her parents had called someone to the house. From what Akatani heard they were talking about her, but she could only barely hear them, until they called for her.

When she came down she was met with what looked to be an old man with odd glasses and a mustache, along with her parents and two other people who looked like bodyguards of sorts wearing all black and carrying firearms.

The weird looking old guy greeted her kindly and said she could simply call him the doctor, he said he was here to help with her quirk problem.

She got a little excited if he was here to help then she’d have a quirk and when she runs away she’d have a better chance at getting a job!

But then it all went to shit, after her parents gave him the money he told the guards to shoot her parents.

And they did.

Her parents were shot, and dead.

Being only five she of course tried to scream but “the doctor” covered her mouth before she could.

The guards then lit her house on fire and ran, with the doctor picking her up and running with them.

She was shoved into the trunk of a car and was stuck in there for what felt like hours crying and realizing she was never gonna get to run away with Jun.

Also I forgot to say, Jun’s name is pronounced like the month June.

When she was finally taken out of the trunk she seemed to be in a large garage it was well lit with white walls and a concrete floor, there was no clutter in the room except for five other vehicles. There was a large white van, a grey Volvo, a medium sized box truck that was blue in the front and its back was entirely white, a blue minivan, and another van but this one was black.

She wasn’t taken towards any of these vehicles though, instead she was taken out of the room and into a hallway, it was small but not too cramped and had the same white walls and concrete floor as the garage except it was a bit darker and had a dozen doors across each wall.

They kept on making seemingly random turns down different hallways in this maze of a building until she was finally taken into a room.

Oh gods she wished she was back home.

The room was medium sized with white tiled walls and matching floors, to the left was a table covered in scalpels, syringes filled with mystery liquids, quirk suppression cuffs and dozens of other things she didn’t know the names of. But the worst part was the middle of the room, there was a chair that looked like a dentists chair but ten times more uncomfortable, it was made of solid steel, had cuffs for the hands, feet, and torso, and had wires coming out of the back of it like those star wars torture devices they often put Jedi in.

She did not want to be put in that chair.

They put her in that chair. She tried to escape the man’s grip when he was putting her in but she was five and he was maybe sixty so he was much stronger than her and he managed to put her in the chair.

The doctor grabbed a syringe filled with a clear liquid and injected it into her arm. Immediately after she felt tired and drowsy, she tried to stay awake but after a few seconds she was out.

She woke up in a small dark room. there was nothing in the room other than her, but it was cold and the floor was hard. She got up and realized she was in what looked like an oversized white t shirt and white shorts, her arms and legs were covered in bandages and her hair was cut into a pixie cut.

Akatani didn’t feel any different than usual so what did he do?

Time skip to six months later cuz I’m lazy and on a swing.

Better question what didn’t the doctor do?

In maybe, six months? She had been put in the chair so many times that at this point she didn’t even fight. Her hair had turned white, from stress or the injections she didn’t know. And now the doctor says he has a special thing for her, whatever that is she honestly doesn’t want to know.

Forgot to say this is what Himiko looked like as a little kid

Now back to the story. Also it’s after the doctor gives her the surprise.

Everything hurt, every single part of her body felt like it was being stabbed by burning knives and she just wanted it to stop. The part that hurt the most was her left eye, whatever the doctor did to it was horrible. before the pain even came in she already couldn’t see out of it and it stung.

She hoped it would stop soon, maybe the doctor would decide that he was done with the experiments and he would send her out on the missions he keeps on talking about. at least then she wouldn’t be in this cell any more.

After what felt like days but was probably only a couple hours the pain finally subsided and only her eye hurt, she still couldn’t see out of her eye but at least she wasn’t in extreme pain only mild pain.

Then the doctor came in.

Great she thought, he’s either here to torture me more or hopefully send me off on one of the missions he says he’s been preparing me for.

It wasn’t a mission, but luckily it wasn’t experimenting either. Instead he was taking her to what he called “the training room” apparently she was going to practice using her quirks and learning different fighting styles and techniques which didn’t sound too bad, especially compared to how her life usually was.

Time skip to six hours later

She takes it back this is almost as bad. She’s been training for hours and the doctor says that she’s only halfway through her training for today. She’s already, practiced her teleportation abilities which she didn’t even know she had until today, she has practiced karate and taekwondo, and now she’s working on what the doctor calls “Jieitaikakutōjutsu” which he said was a military self defense fighting system that focuses on hand to hand, bayonet, and knife fighting.

He also said that after she gets used to fighting in taekwondo, karate and jieitaikakutōjutsu she would work on incorporating them into her own fighting style. Which he said she should be able to start doing in four or five months and should finish in a year. After that she could start going on missions.

She wished she could go on missions now because then at least she could go outside, but at least the experimentation is finally over.

Time skip to four months later.

The doctor says that she can now start incorporating all the fighting styles she’s learned into her own personal style, which should hopefully be a bit funner than this because after four months of almost constant practice she’s tired and bored of doing the same stuff every day. But at least with all this training she gets fed more. She gets one full meal a day along with four five minute water/bathroom breaks a day.

The first thing she has to do is work on slightly altering the moves she’s learned by adding maneuvers from separate techniques. It was fun especially since she got to choose what moves she was altering and what she added to them. She hadn’t really gotten to choose things for most of her life so this was a good change.

Ok so you probably don’t know what jieitaikakutōjutsu is and if you do that’s impressive.

Jieitaikakutōjutsu is a Japanese military self defense fighting style that uses knives, hand to hand, and bayonet fighting.

I found out about this when searching for knife fighting techniques in Japan because himiko was taught knife fighting in her past but has her own fighting style so I picked jieitaikakutōjutsu.

Jieitaikakutōjutsu is pronounced

jee-et-tai-ka-ku-to-jutsu

Which is hard to say but not as hard as

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis which is actually my favorite word

Now back to the story!

She’s been been creating her own fighting style for three months now and has gotten pretty good at incorporating different moves into preexisting ones, along with constantly adapting her fighting style mid fight to better defeat enemies. The doctor has also started having her research into different heroes fighting styles, specifically underground heroes since the doctor says she’ll be fighting them more often.

One hero she is especially interested in is Eraserhead who’s an underground hero with a quirk that can erase other quirks and uses a scarf as a support item.

Eraserhead is apparently the top underground hero so the doctor is having her practice using a scarf similar to his so she can counter his attacks.

Time skip to three months later.

The doctor is sending her on her first mission today and she has a plan. A plan to escape.

Yes this place has been okay as of late but she knows that there are better places she could be. Plus she doesn’t want to be fighting heroes, she in fact wants to be one and she can’t do that if she’s their enemy.

Her mission is to infiltrate the musutafu police station and download all the information they have onto a hard drive then bring it back to the doctor unnoticed. Her plan is instead to take the information then also steal some piece of police equipment and use it to take off her cuffs, after that she’ll destroy the usb stick and teleport outside before running away.

I’m gonna leave this here for now because this is already a fanfic at this point so I’ll do it chapter by chapter

Also I’m thinking about posting this on wattpad as an actual fanfic, should I?

If you want to learn more about jieitaikakutōjutsu Wikipedia has links to two different videos showing it along with talking about it. But really just searching jieitaikakutōjutsu will get you results

Have a nice day and I’ll post chapter two soon! I’ll also post a chapter index that lets you access each chapter easier! :)

Here’s the link for the chapter index!

@jackdaniel69nice ok I get it I’ll do something and come back from the dead. I have no reasons for not posting I haven’t been busy the best excuse I have is camping but that was last week and even then I had some internet so here I’m going to post about my oc’s which is something I never though I’d ever do or even tell people other than close family and friends about

Mha oc’s

Mei Himiko

Age: fifteen/the same age as class A

Height: 5’3 she’s short

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: demisexual/lesbian it takes a long time to feel sexually attracted to someone, and she likes women

Hair color and length: white, her hair length often changes but it’s usually long or really short

Eye color: she has heterochromia so her left eye is white and her right is cyan, also her eyes have a mild glow to them

Skin tone: pale very pale

Scars: too many to count but her most visual scars are, a line across her nose, a faint line around her neck, and scars all across her hands

Quirk/quirks:

Teleportation: this quirk gives its user the ability to teleport to any place the user has been to or seen before. The user also gains a photographic memory so they can remember all places they’ve been to making the quirk easier to use. The downsides of this quirk are, if the user teleports to a place where there is already something the whatever was there will automatically teleport to where the user was so the user could accidentally get stuck, when quirk is overused the user becomes temporarily amnesiac and forgets locations and other things making the quirk difficult to use, the user also gets a headache and is extremely tired.

Energy extracting: the user can take energy from one thing and give it to another. The person or animal or even plant that was given the energy will in turn heal faster, have more stamina and strength, and will be more energized. The user can take energy from anything in the surrounding area and give it to themself easy but it’s more difficult to heal other people using the quirk. If the user is dying the quirk will automatically activate taking energy from everything within ten feet of the user to heal them, the user cannot turn off the quirk when this is happening without outside help from quirk suppressants or other. The downsides of this quirk are, the user cannot take more energy from a thing than it already has, the quirk only speeds up the healing process and does not completely heal them.

Intelligent: this quirk causes its user to have high intelligence levels and be able to easily grasp anything they’re taught. The quirk is simply a mental quirk so it has no offensive or defensive capabilities but the user can easily make plans so the quirk makes up for the lack of physical capabilities. The downsides of this quirk are, the quirk has no offensive or defensive abilities, when the quirk is overused nothing happens because there is no way to actually overused it since it simply heightens your intelligence and allows you to learn new things extremely easily.

And that’s Himiko!

Geez this is gonna be a lot and I don’t even have that many oc’s!

Oh well, next one!

Ichiro Aikawa

Age: fifteen/ same age as class A

Height: 5’4

Pronouns: they/them

Sexuality: lesbian/ they like women

Hair color and length: gray with a mullet

Eye color: black

Skin tone: pale but not as pale as himiko

Scars: one cheek scar and others scattered across their arms, legs, chest, and back

Quirk

Rat: this quirk gives its user the ability to become a rat at will along with giving them rat ears and heightened intelligence making them almost as smart as nezu. The user can be a rat for as long as they want and whatever clothes or items they were wearing will disappear until the user becomes human again. The user will always have ears when in human form because this quirk is a mix of a physical and mental mutant quirk. The downsides of this quirk are, the has no offensive or defensive abilities but the user can easily hide or come up with plans to counter their lack of offense and defense, when quirk is overused the user loses most of their sense of taste, smell, and hearing, along with being weaker and more tired.

That’s Aikawa!

Next one!

Akatani Shinamoru

Age: 15/ same age at class A

Height: 5’5

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: pansexual/ likes all genders

Hair color and length: white and long

Eye color: brown

Skin tone: pale with a light tan

Scars: one cheek scar and some around the rest of her body

Quirk

Angels feathers: this quirk gives its user the ability to take energy from the surrounding area/ people and use it to heal others or themself, the quirk is also a mutant type quirk and gives the user large white wings that glow when the quirk is used, much like Hawks’s quirk the user can detach these feathers and either control them or use them as swords. The user can also take their own energy and use it to heal others though they can only use it as a last resort since it takes away their own energy. The downsides of this quirk are, the user cannot heals themself or others if everything in the surrounding area is dead and they’ve already used their own energy to heal, if the all or most of the users feathers are destroyed it takes multiple days for them to fully grow back and the user cannot fly during that duration tho they can heal, when quirk is overused the users own wounds take longer to heal, the users wings become weaker, and the user becomes more tired and can be injured easier.

That’s Shinamoru!

Next one! And also my final mha oc!

Rena Itsika

Age: 19/ one year older than third year students

Height: 6’0

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: lesbian/ likes women

Hair color and length: pink and shoulder length

Eye color: pink

Skin tone: tan

Scars: lots of scars but the main ones are, a line across the nose, two matching scars across the palms and bottoms of her feet, faint line around her neck

Quirk

Float: this quirk gives its user the ability to make themself and anything they touch while the quirk is on float. The user can float things up to double the weight they can carry along with themself at one time. When quirk is in use whatever is being affected by it glows a faint pink. The downsides of this quirk are, the user cannot lift more than double the amount they can carry anymore than that and they’d drop it, when quirk is overused the user becomes more tired and weaker causing them to only be able to carry half the weight they can normally lift.

That’s Itsika!

And that was also the last of my mha oc’s! The rest i only have one for each fandom

Hattie Jackson, from Percy Jackson or PJO

Age: 12/ same age as Percy

Height: 5’1

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: pansexual/ likes all genders

Hair color and length: dirty blonde and super short

Eye color: sea green like Percy’s

Skin tone: pale

Scars: one cheek scar and some others across her body

Godly parent: Poseidon

Magical abilities: She can control water, breathe under water, stop herself from getting wet, fall from any height into water and be fine, talk to horses, talk to sea creatures, talk to people whilst underwater. And whatever other powers Percy has

That’s Hattie!

Next one!

Keith kogane, from Voltron legendary defender or vld

Age: 18 or the same age as the original Keith

Height: 5’9

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bisexual/ likes both men and women

Hair color and length: black with a mullet but her hair actually becomes purple later

Eye color: purple but her eyes become fully yellow later

Skin tone: pale but becomes purple later

Scars: too many to count but the main ones are, a line across her nose, a line around her neck, electrical marks/scars around her neck, two large cut marks across her palms that were once cauterized and then scarred over, and a cheek scar.

She has no magical abilities

that’s Keith!

And last but not least in the slightest in fact she’s the most powerful of them all it’s…

Ourobouros! Otherwise known as! O.B!! From a world I made myself

O.B

Age: five but usually makes herself look 21

Height: usually 5’8 but shecould change that if she wanted

Pronouns: anything goes! But usually she/her

Sexuality: ace/aro/ doesn’t feel romantic love and does not enjoy sexual activities

Hair color and length: usually blonde and long but who knows what she’ll pick tomorrow!

Eye color: usually blue but that could change!

Skin tone: usually pale but that could change!

Scars: none most of the time. They can just erase any scars they get but sometimes they let themself have scars

Magical abilities!

O.B has the ability to become and use the powers of any human, cat, or dog she has met before and thanks to that and her lovely cat friend pumpkin who can travel to different universes and dimensions she has so many different powers, she’s met thousands of spider people, all for one, all of UA and more mha characters, she’s also met Percy Jackson and his friends, and the literal Greek gods! She has so many terrifying abilities and is extremely overpowered but that she usually doesn’t change the course of time and space that often unless she’s bored.

And that’s O.B!

And that’s my post it’s really long and ends with me now needing to make another long one soon! It sort of makes up for me being gone for a month :)

HAIIII I hope this finds you in good spirits :>

SO! I’ve been pondering the idea of an oc who has a support hero type quirk thats semi tied to her composure/emotions. I NEED HELP BADDD.. i’m not sure what kind of quirk would be fitting for her personality but also like actually useful…. I was thinking something that could be pink related or just generally cutesy (tysm for your time ^^)

Hey sorry it took me a week to answer I’ve been camping and haven’t had access to the internet for a while :)

Feeling Pink: when the user feels certain emotions they can help others in different ways. When the user is happy they can boost others moods causing them to be more determined and focused. When the user is sad they can cause their enemies to feel weakened and scared. When the user is angry they can cause their allies to become stronger and more durable. When they’re scared they can cause their allies to become more aware of their surroundings so they can better anticipate any attacks. Any other more minor emotions either do nothing or the same thing as whichever emotion they’re most similar to. When the quirk is in use the user and whoever is being affected with have a pink aura surrounding them. The downsides of this quirk are, the user cannot affect themself, the user is unable to force emotions but they are more emotional than most.

Hope this is what you wanted! I’m pretty happy with it especially since I didn’t really know what to do at first. :)

Also if you ever have any more quirk ideas make sure to ask them on my side blog @kaytaygayquirks since it’s where I usually make my quirks!

Have a nice day!!

Ooh and during Eri’s rescue his arms were like flashing broken then unbroken then broken again! And eri would ask afterward why he was glowing.

At least it makes it easier to tell whether a certain bone is broken or not

I’m making a stupid quirk that I would not want to have

Glow Stick: this quirk causes its user’s body to glow when a bone it broken. Whenever the user breaks a bone that part of the body will begin to glow a neon color, the user is able to decide what color but otherwise can do nothing with the quirk. The glow will last until the arm is fully healed or the quirk is erased. The downsides of this quirk are, the user has to break bones in order for it to work, the user can do nothing with the quirk other than make their broken body part glow.

Told you it was stupid :)

Air Force: this quirk gives its user the ability to control and harden the air around them. The user is able to move the air in front of and around their fist to strengthen a punch or behind themself to soften a fall. The user can also control the air under their own or someone else’s feet to float but only for five minutes at most. The downsides to this quirk are, the quirk can only be used continuously for five minutes and can be used again after two minutes, the user can only control up to six feet of air at a time any more and it becomes extremely difficult to handle and keep in the same shape.

I had no idea what to do with Air Force but this turned out ok. :)

One thousand one hundred and eighty two left!!! :)

I was kindly given a MASSIVE list of quirks to make so from @mizuniatora so I’m just gonna reblog this with a new quirk every time I make one

I just made a side blog purely for the quirks I’ve made it’s @kaytaygayquirks there’s not a lot on there currently but I’m working on adding more quirks to it :)

Air Cannon: this quirk gives its user the ability to push air out of their hands like a cannon, the air moves at about forty miles an hour and will fly up to fifty feet. This quirk can be used to push someone forward, or up or down if at the right angle. This quirk if aimed right can be used to disarm an opponent or push away a flying projectile. The downsides to this quirk are, it’s difficult to directly damage someone with this quirk, and the more you use it the weaker it gets.

I didn’t know what to do with the name Air Cannon at first but this one turned out pretty good!! :)

One thousand one hundred and eighty three left! :)

I was kindly given a MASSIVE list of quirks to make so from @mizuniatora so I’m just gonna reblog this with a new quirk every time I make one

My sister told me to make a quirk inspired from the song Warrior by AURORA

Here’s the song btw if you wanted to listen to it

Warrior of love: this quirk gives its user the ability to strengthen the love between two people, for example if a couple is falling out of love the user can strengthen the live between those two to keep them together. The user can also do this to people who aren’t already couples and make them love each other. The downsides to this quirk are, you cannot use this quirk on yourself or make others love you. Once quirk is used you cannot turn it off.

I plan to make the opposite of this quirk soon that makes people fall out of love. I’ll reblog this when I do!! :)

Air Burst: this quirk gives its user the ability to make a small controlled area of air burst, this burst is like a small explosion. The user can cause up to ten bursts at a time, and can make them up to seven inches wide. The user is able to change the size and damage of the burst’s and in turn is able to either simply push someone or damage them with the bursts. The downsides to this quirk are, the more burst you make the smaller and weaker they become, the air makes a quiet popping sound before bursting.

I had know idea what to do with this quirk and I’m still not super sure about it but it turned out ok!!! :)

One thousand one hundred and eighty four left!! :)

I was kindly given a MASSIVE list of quirks to make so from @mizuniatora so I’m just gonna reblog this with a new quirk every time I make one

Air Blaze: this quirk gives its user the ability to make a portion of the air act like invisible fire, this fire is invisible to everyone but the user who is able to see an outline of the fire the user is immune to their own fire but cannot control it, the fire simply acts on its own, however, the user can stop the fire by turning off their quirk. The downsides to this quirk are, you can’t control the flames, even with seeing the outline of the fire it’s hard to keep track of where it is, the fire does create smoke, but the smoke looks more like steam and is hard to see.

I had no idea how I was going to make blazing air at first but I think it turned out pretty good! :)

One thousand one hundred and eighty five left!! :)

I was kindly given a MASSIVE list of quirks to make so from @mizuniatora so I’m just gonna reblog this with a new quirk every time I make one

Air Arrow: this quirk gives its user the ability to control an arrow made of air much like Yondu from guardians of the galaxy except with air, to activate the quirk you simply start whistling to control it. The downsides to this quirk are, you can only control one arrow at once, the air the arrow is made of becomes visible when in arrow form and back to normal once quirk is no longer being used.

The second I read the quirk name for this I already knew what I wanted to do for it!!! :)

One thousand one hundred and eighty six left!!! :)

I was kindly given a MASSIVE list of quirks to make so from @mizuniatora so I’m just gonna reblog this with a new quirk every time I make one

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Acid Cannon: this quirk gives its user the ability to shoot acid balls out of their hands like a cannon, these spheres are roughly the shape of your palm and are fairly corrosive but are still liquid and fall apart at impact. The downsides to this quirk are, the acid balls lose momentum and start to fall after thirty feet, after the acid has been created and launched the user can be hurt by the acid of it hits them.

Tbh I had no idea what to do with the cannon part of this but I think it turned out pretty good!! :)

I was kindly given a MASSIVE list of quirks to make so from @mizuniatora so I’m just gonna reblog this with a new quirk every time I make one

Thank you so much!!

Russian Roulette | The Salesman

Pairing: The Salesman x fem!reader

Summary: After doing everything in your power to find the salesman who got you and Gi-hun into all this mess, he unexpectedly shows up in your motel room.

Warning/s: SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2!!, angst, unspoken feelings (until now), guns, playing Russian Roulette, threatening, mocking, blood, character death, cursing (maybe, idk), tears, talk about the games, tension, reader gives off femme fatale energy, also reader has longer hair to fit into a braid but if you don't just ignore it please, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: I just watched the first few episodes, and for a little while, I got out of the writers block. NO SPOILERS, PLEASE!

Rain was pouring down like crazy, wind blowing around as I drove my black car with full speed as I tried to get to the Pink Motel that Gi-hun and I co-owned as fast as I possibly could after today's events. Gun that was placed on the seat next to me was jumping slightly as I drow down the road every time I hit a bump or such. My left hand gripped the steering wheel til my knuckles turned pure white as my right hand gripped the phone to the same extent.

"I found bloodstains there!" I practically shouted into my phone as I came to a stop, the images of blood seeping down the trash bags and the knife thrown on the ground never really leaving my mind. "Gi-hun is still looking, I'm sure they didn't get far from that alley."

"What do we do, miss?"

"Check all the CCTV and dashcam footage you can collect from the area and keep asking around." I continued to practically shout for him to hear me over the rain on the street, my braid swinging over on my left shoulder as I got out of the car, running towards the entrance to the Pink Motel.

"I'll join you soon." And with that, I ended the call, quickly putting my phone in the left pocket of my jacket.

I roughly pulled loose threads of hair that fell on my eyes as I quickly took out the key. However, I came to a sudden stop. Something wasn't right. I found myself freezing as I slowly moved my head to look around. That's when I noticed. The sign of the Pink Motel was lit up.

Someone is here, and they want me to know that.

I stood there in the rain for a little while before I decided to take a deep breath before entering. I walked up all the way to the fourth floor before entering, the light going on as I did. I walked into my bedroom as quietly as I could. But even before I could prepare myself for what I was about to see, just as I walked to the end of the first corner, I saw him.

After three years of endlessly, tirelessly trying to find him, he was here. Right in front of me. He was standing in front of my wall, a shining black gun in his hand, looking at the calendar on which I crossed the dates with red marker every single day for three years. Next to in was a map of the underground, every single route mapped out, drawn on, and my handwriting shone on it to.

"It's been a long time, Miss."

For a while, I said nothing. I was just standing there, soaking wet, the rain that I took with me inside dripping on the floor. I was staking in his appearance for a moment. He was just as tall as I remember, standing there in his suit. For a moment, it seemed like he didn't change one bit, like nothing changed from the moment that I fist saw him on the train station three years ago.

But it did.

His hair was longer, I won the games alongside Gi-hun, we weren't on the train station, but in my Motel room, he wasn't holding a briefcase, he was holding a gun and I didn't.

But his voice was the same, he was still as tall as I remember, I suppose his smile was the same, too. And maybe, just maybe, he was feeling the same feelings he did three years ago before I gained and lost it all.

I just sighed and moved towards the table I ate. There was a towel that I threw last night. I started to pat my hair, trying to dry it off as I looked around for some dry clothes.

"You should've gotten on that plane that day." He said, looking over at me as I paused.

"I changed my mind when I saw you there." I said before continuing to dry myself.

The moment of quiet continued as I put the towel away. He tapped the map with his gun before he started to speak again. I truly didn't know how to feel. After I wasted three years trying to find him, he just shows up at my motel room. Funny.

"It looks like you've been trying hard to find me, darling." I could just hear that ignorant smirk in his voice. Motherfucker.

"Don't let it get to your head." I told him slowly, my voice completely calm. "I just wanted to thank you." I said as I took off my wet jacket, throwing it in the corner.

"Thank me?" He asked as he sat down on one of the sofas by the table next to my bed. I turned to look at him slowly, a dry jacket in my hand. That's when I noticed blood on the collar of his suit and his face. Motherfucker.

"For inviting me to the game." I said as I approached him, his eyes on me as I sat down, opposite him. "I won and took a bloody fortune with me."

He kept quiet, listening to me, his dark eyes flickering all over my face as I spoke.

"So the decent thing of me to do would be to thank you for it."

"I'm just a messenger who delivers invitations." He smirked, but before he could say more, I continued, all off my anger resurfacing.

"And just who had you deliver those invitations, handsome?" I spoke, venom infecting my every word. "Let me meet him. I have something to say to him."

"Give me the message, and I'll pass it along." He continued, giving me a smile at the end. It appears that I was right. His smile is the same.

"Oh, dear." I mockingly pouted as I crossed my legs. "I'm afraid that it's not something I can discuss with an underling like you."

His smile quivered as he raised his eyebrow. Waiting on me to continue.

"You prey on people who are hanging by a thread and corner them at subway stations." I could feel myself slowly starting to shake from anger and despair. "Someone like you wouldn't be able to understand what I'm trying to say, of course."

For a while, there was silence yet again. We were just looking at each other. Our eyes never leaving each other's.

"You know what the funniest thing was?"

"What, miss?"

"For a moment, when I was hunting you down, I was just delusional enough to think that we could actually team up. You know? Take down the games and whoever was behind them. I liked you. And I liked to think that. But now I realize just how wrong I was." I whispered, turning away from him as I spoke. Yet I still felt his eyes on me. "And boy was I wrong. You will never change. You like the monstrous things that you are doing."

"How do you think I got to where I am now?"

"I don't fucking care." I spat at him as I turned to look at him again, his expression unreadable. "I don't care how you became their dog. I just want you to bring me your master."

He looked down, sighing as he cracked his neck, gun still in his hold. After a while he spoke again.

"I used to work in the games when I was younger. I removed and burned the bodies of countless people like you."

He was the pink guard once.

"'These things aren't human. They're just trash utterly useless in this world.' I kept telling myself that and worked hard for a few years." He spoke, suddenly smiling again. "Then they gave me a gun."

The triangle guard.

"It felt pretty good." He said as he lifted up his gun, examining it. "Like my existence was acknowledged for the first time in my life. I don't know which year it was, but one day, I was about to shoot a man who had lost a game. The guy seemed familiar. Guess who it was."

I kept quiet.

"My dad." He finally said. "My dad was suddenly standing in front of me. He was in tears, desperately begging me to spare his life."

He suddenly moved his hand, placing the gun in front of my forehead, but his suddenly, quick movement did not startle me one bit. I was used to it.

"I shot him right in the middle of his forehead, and realized, 'Ah. I'm cut out for this job.'"

He was looking straight at me, his dark eyes mad. I narrowed mine at him. Was I supposed to feel sorry for him? Maybe, but I didn't. Not only did he enjoy it, but he also has no idea how it was like for me. All the things Gi-hun and I went through. All of people we lost along the way... Ali... Sae-byeok... Sang-woo...

"Whether you shoot people in there or con them outside, it doesn't change anything." I said, slowly leaning over towards him. "You have always been nothing more than their dog."

He clicked his gun, putting his finger on the trigger, his expression darkening.

"Miss." He started, his hand shaking slightly as I kept completely still. "Do you think you're special because you won the game?"

I said nothing. My expectation still as I leaned forward just a bit more, pressing my forehead directly on his gun. His dark expression broke into one of shock.

"Someone like you could never know or understand how I made it out of there alive. And how it feels to play the games."

Suddenly, he pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. My expression barely changed, yet I could he on his face that my eyes old him every. Shock, disappointment and sadness.

He sighed before leaning over to me on the table that until now kept us at a distance. He was quiet for a while. I suppose he has always been that way.

"Let's play a game." He smiled at me.

I didn't say anything. He pulled out his phone and placed it on the table, letting a song play.

Time to say goodbye.

He leaned back against the seat as he lifted up his gun.

"I'm sure you've seen this in the movies." He started to explain, never breaking eye contact with me. "It's called Russian Roulette."

Motherfucker.

"Usually, you place one bullet in the gun, spin the cylinder, and pull the trigger." He said, clicking the gun in its place before pulling the trigger, explaining the game as he showed me what to do. "And before the next round, you spin the cylinder again. It rests the odds back to 1 in 6."

"I know." I mumbled and he smiled.

"But I'd like to make this game a little more serious." He smirked. "Because you're truly special, love."

"Cut to the chase." I glared at him and his stupid antics. He blinked at me and continued.

"We'll take turns pulling the trigger without spinning the cylinder again. The bullet will be fired within six attempts, and the game will be over." He paused. "What do you say?"

"Spin the gun." I frowned.

He smirked before gently placing the gun on the table. This could end badly on both sides, but for a moment, I found myself being selfish. Maybe, just maybe, if I lost this game after everything I went through, I could die and find peace with the people I lost. I could join them and leave with the feelings I have for him, that he possibly realized, unsaid. I could finally end it all. The night terrors, the time I spent searching for him, my cigarette addiction, mourning what I lost and what I couldn't have, yet at the same time not enjoying the money I got form the games. Who could enjoy that? Who could possibly enjoy living the life that I live.

He spinned the gun, and its tip pointed at me. Without a second thought, I took the gun and placed it by the side of my head. A few seconds later, not looking away from him, I pulled the trigger. Noting happened. That chamber was empty.

I put the gun on the table. I barely had time to move my hand before he took the gun, placed it by his head just like I did and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. He sighed in content as he placed the gun back on the table, smiling at me almost lovingly. I knew.

I took the gun and placed it by my head again, but before I could just pull the trigger he spoke up.

"I've always wondered how you made it out of there alive." He smiled before he laughed a little. "For, one thing, you were even terrible at ddakji."

I said nothing, glaring at him. I pulled the trigger. Nothing happened once again.

He looked at me, impressed by my luck so far. I looked him straight in the eyes as I threw the gun on the table. It slid over on the other side, right in front of me.

He took the gun after he took a moment to just look at me. Not breaking eye contact, he took the gun. Leaned over to me until he was basically touching me, pointing the gun at me. Then he did something that I did not expect at all. He put the gun in his mouth.

Motherfucker.

He pulled the trigger. I winced a little. Nothing again. He laughed at my expression as I tried my hardest to keep myself composed. He slowly took the gun out of his mouth before sitting back, putting the gun back on the table.

I took the gun and as I was about to place it by my head he spoke up again.

"What's the matter?" He asked me, raising his eyebrows. "Is your mind starting to race?"

I scoffed slightly.

Motherfucker.

"Now your odds of death are 1 in 2." He nodded. "That's pretty high indeed. I'm sure you're afraid, darling. Lots going through your mind."

I said nothing.

"Let me guess what you're thinking right now." Motherfucker. "'The gun is in my hand. Screw the rules. Pull the trigger once or twice, and I can blow his face off.' Isn't that right?"

I kept looking at him, glaring as I did. All while he spoke. "If you and Gi-hun want to meet the person you mentioned earlier, the key is in my pocket." At that I allowed my eyes to travel all over him. "You can simply shoot me with that gun and take it. But I'll have you admit one thing."

He took a moment to pause, my hand still holding the gun by my head. He leaned over once again.

"That you're a piece of trash, just like Gi-hun, just like everyone else that was in the games." He leaned over more closely, our lips practically touching as he spoke. "A piece of trash who got lucky and made it out of the dumpster."

He laughed as I pressed the gun against my head, our lips barely an inch away from each other's. This was it, I thought to myself. This round will determine if I live or die. I tightened the grip on the gun, my knuckles turning white again. I pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened.

He looked at me, then at the gun and then back at me. I started to chuckle lowly, like a maniac. Perhaps I was one. I watched his face closely as I pulled the gun away from my head. The grip on the gun still tight as I pointed it at his chin before slowly opening up my palm, waiting on him to take the final, real shot.

His hand touched mine. I felt him and myself freeze at the contact as he took the gun from my hand. I pulled my hand away as he looked at the gun.

"What's the matter?" I taunted him, my face mirroring the smirk that he always wears. "Is your mind starting to race?"

He said nothing as I spoke to him.

"That's right. Screw the rules. Now, with a single pull of the trigger, you could kill me." He looked pale at my words. "But... before you leave me forever this time. I'll have you admit two things."

He looked at me as I brought my hand at his cheek, wiping a little bit of blood on his face.

"You put a mask on your face and do whatever your master says. You run, bark, and wave your tail for them. You're nothing more than their dog." I told him before my voice became gentle.

He waited on me, his eyes soft.

"And regarding this." I said as I waved my hand slightly between the two of us. "You really are a dog. A dog that loves me. And... perhaps I am a fool, too. Because I love a dog that could've made it all work out for us but was too much of a coward to do so."

I leaned over to him, my hand landing under his chin, holding him.

"Admit it." I whispered as we looked each other in the eyes. "Admit that you love me, that you did ever since you gave me that fucking card."

For a moment, there was silence. His tortured eyes, looking at me. I knew. I always did. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, for a moment. This would be the last time that I spoke to him, that I could look into his eyes.

"I love you." He whispered.

All of a sudden, there was a loud sound followed by blood spraying my face as his body fell backward.

I stood up and walked over to him. I don't know how long I stood there, but after a while, I felt a tear sliding down my cheek. My hand touched my cheek as I whipped it away.

Motherfucker.

Secret wife? Secret wife?

#draftdump and no edit

You're Bakugou's side kick- have been for a few years now but with it being your day off you aren’t at the office instead at home folding Katsuki’s Laundry, meal prepping for the week and making spicy curry for lunch tomorrow, for you and your husband.

You're folding his iconic skull T shirt, your kitten, Boom Boom, sleeping in your hoodie when you get the call from the hospital- they don’t call you by your hero name no they address you by your last “hello? Y/n Bakugou? This is nurse Kiyoko from Mustafu Provice hospital your Husband Bakugou Katsuki is currently in the trama unit about to undergo a minor surgery for-“

You don't let the nurse finish before you’re already pulling out the drive way in Katsuki’s orange Jeep. Not having heard the words "minor" only "Katsuki hospital", "husband", "trauma", and "surgery". As you half hazardourdly park the car in the ER parking lot not caring if the car gets towed or that you made a 25 minute drive in only 8.

Your bursting through the doors of the ER ignoring the nurses and clergery staff that tell you you aren’t authorized passed the waiting room and you don’t stop running stomping your way through the halls until you spot Kirishimas red hair, Minas Pink skin and the heterochric eyes of Shoto as you make a bee like straight for them. You aren’t in your hero suit so you don’t expect the medical staff to know who you are. Shit you aren’t even in real clothes just one of Bakugous sleep shirts and a pair of purple spandex, still in your Dynamite house slippers when two buff nurses attemp to stop you in your tracks

“Ma’am I don’t know who you are but you cannot be here!” One of them all but shouts in your ear

While the other day “someone get security!”

It isn’t until you elbow one in the stomach that Shoto voice can be heard from the door way of Katsuki’s room flanked by Mina and Eijiro “She’s with us guys-“

Mina tries to help, you know she is when she supplies a “that’s his side kick!”

And Eijiro just looks confused because how did you know they were in the hospital? Katsuki deliberately told him not to call you on your day off, and he promised he wouldn't not even questioning why the blond thought he would call his sidekick for a minor injury.

It isn’t until you muff the second man in scrubs in the face that you shout at them “his wife has every right to be here you fucking shit head! You fuckers called me!”

And your pushing your way past everyone until your by the blonds bedside he looks out of it and confused and his left arm is all bandaged up but he still recognizes you immediately when he turns his head to the nurse changing his IV

“You called my Wife?!”

“She is your emergency contact Mr. Bakugou and your power of attorney; the moment we were told you passed out in the ambulance we were obligated to contact Mrs.Bakugou”

“Damn straight she was.” You tell him.

“Like hell you were.” he tell her.

You both shoot daggers at each other for split second before you grab his hand and squeeze it, while glaring down at him. "Be nice to your nurse Katsuki." you chide while scrunching your nose at your dumb, stupid husband "I was worried about you and here you are trying to hide shit from me."

Katsuki's eyes soften before looks away "I just didn't want to worry you." he mumbles.

"I'll always worried. Stupid head."

With a chuckle Katsuki squeezes your hand while looking you up and down, "at least I don't look like a stupid head, why you wearing house slippers in the hospital?"

"because I love your ugly ass, thats why" you sigh, leaning down to kiss his big ass forehead before turning back to the nurse. "Sorry about him, are there any papers I need to sign?"

"Oh no problem Mrs. Bakugou, he was a a treat to talk to while he was going under, wouldn't stop talking about you. All I need from you is a signature for the insurance claim, and a debriefing on post-op care, he should be ready to go home later this evening." she smiles.

Making her way past the other hero's and out the room.

"So were you just not going to tell us you were MARRIED!?" Mina accuses.

Enjiro just looks hurt "Bro how could you not tell anyone? How could you not tell me?"

"They told me." Todoroki supplies.

"Not helping Sho."

"Don't be a snitch icyhot."

"How could you?" Enjiro looks like he's going to pass out, as if finding out his best friend was married might actually kill him.

Bakugou groans while turning his head, but letting go of your hand, shoving his face into your arm.

"we needed a witness and Shoto doesn't have a big mouth like the rest of you guy. sorry" you supply.

Chapter 15

Another Rude Awakening

Blinding light was the first physical sensation that welcomed Aseria to consciousness, the second being the pain in her leg. Panic shot through her system faster than the pain could once she remembered the events before she passed out.

With the safehouse in view and her mother in the doorway, she let out a relieved huff of breath.

“Thank the gods, just the woman I needed to see.”

With her vision fading out, she found herself panicking a little more, unsure if she could make it to the door in time. She wasn’t sure why her mother wasn’t coming to help her, especially after watching her get wounded. But before she could register the features, she heard the voice of the woman she just escaped from.

“Welcome home, Aseria.”

Marisol, the woman she loathed more than words could say, peaked her head into the doorway.

“Ah, you are awake.”

Aseria moved to the corner of the broken down bed as she tried to shrink herself to the smallest she could be. She took a moment to find her voice, but let the venom sink into her words the very second she found them.

“Get the fuck away from me.”

Marisol leaned against the doorway and crossed her arms after letting out a tiny huff.

“That’s no way to talk to your fiance”

Aseria rolled her eyes so hard she believed she could read her mind like the pages of a book if she tried.

“Ex fiance. Don’t act like you care now.”

“I do care.”

“You seemed so quick to make a run for it earlier. Why come back now?”

Marisol took a step inside the room and looked around. The walls were a chipped pink, reminding her of the flowers she first proposed with. The furniture still had tiny M and A’s carved into the wood, reminding both women that they were just reckless teenagers that were painfully in love, willing to spend forever together and show it off more proud than anyone had ever seen if that is what the world despised the most.

“That’s not how I wanted our reunion to go and I really needed to apologize for it .”

Marisol angrily forced her face into her hands and sighed as Aseria shook her head.

“Don’t try to lie and tell me you wanted a reunion. I’ve had enough of your games.”

“I’ve wanted more than anything to see your smile again Aseria.”

Said woman let out a bitter laugh as she tried to stand, carefully leaning back on her heels, wincing at the pain in her leg.

“There is no way you wanted to see me again. There is no way in hell.”

She walked on her injured leg to jab her finger to Marisol’s chest. Marisol grabbed her hand and glared at the taller woman.

“How could you be so sure that it didn’t tear me apart to leave?”

Aseria stumbled and felt the fire shoot through her injury, she let out a gasp.

“Maybe the way you left me? The way you traded me for power, or maybe it was all in the way you made sure to tell my mom exactly how you felt about the whole situation just hours ago. ”

But as soon as their eyes met, Marisol felt the love that she suppressed forcing itself back up to its original power.

“Please. Let me explain.”

“You had your chance to.”

“I had to look stronger than I was in front of them. There are other forces at play here that you don’t know of. If I showed just how much I cared and how much I love you, they would’ve killed you on the spot.”

“Maybe you should’ve just let them.”

“Please, Ase… please let me explain.”

“You have five minutes.”

Chapter 11

Family Fortune

As he looked around the surrounding room, Axel realized some of the weapons held more familiarity than he believed. Something in the way the walls reminded him of the broken down home they lived in made him believe that the weapons adorning them held nostalgia as well.

For the first few moments that light filled the room, he believed they were relics of the past or maybe something he saw in a dream. He was nothing but shocked as he took in his surroundings. Weapons as far as he could see, but a clear path to another door. There was organized chaos, something that Griffin THRIVED in. Upon a closer inspection, Axel found there was no way the door could actually work, it was too mangled for use.

But an even closer look at the actual weapons themselves would open multiple doors in his memories. One item that he stopped in front of made him stop in his tracks. Something about the bright blue hilt struck a chord of nerves that could only be described as bittersweet nostalgia. As he picked the weapon out of the broken barrel it was sheathed in, he realized what it was that made him remember the item.

“Wait, I had a fake sword that looked just like this when we were kids! The blue hilt, the streaks of green that look like lighting in the middle… all of it- how did you remember the exact look?”

Griffin nodded as he picked it up, then carried it to the back of the room where the broken door stood.

“You wanna know how I remember? It never left me. I never let them out of my sight.”

The closer the men got to it, the closer the details became more clear.

“Let them..? I don’t think I’m following.”

The door looked like it was about to fall off its hinges if he simply placed a hand on the termite-ridden wood, but as he opened it, Axel’s eyes widened as they found the treasure trove created out of their childhood toys.

“You kept it all… The bows, the swords, “

A choked bark gained both brother’s attention as Axel glanced between the small dog that was the exact breed and the robot at his heel as the dog in question began to walk over to his ‘blueprint’.

“The first toy we ever fought over?”

Griffin held his hands up defensively.

“Sometimes you’ve gotta reminisce on the happy things. Especially when your only happy place is taken away from you.”

As the small toy let out another scratchy bark, Enforcer jumped out of surprise and picked up the toy in his jowls, breaking it in his grasp. A quick gasp left Axel as he watched the literal break-neck speed in front of him.

“Damn…”

Griffin let out a short breath

“Just another memory wasted huh..

“I’m sorry, Grif. I wasn’t expecting him to do that.”

Griffin didn’t reply. Somewhere between angry that the memory was taken, but relieved that he wouldn’t have to listen to the crackled box of the broken toy anymore, he settled on indifference.

Then, in the silence, Axel cracks another joke to ease any possible hard feelings.

“Do you think he felt threatened?”

Griffin looks between the ribbons of the toy and the animatronic in front of him, then turns back to Axel. He knew the younger brother was just trying to keep him on a light note, so he nodded.

“Oh he totally did.”

The brothers let out chuckles as they looked at the shattered toy below their feet.

“He was too quick with that attack. You’ve got him trained really well, how many dummies did this dog destroy?”

“None, I actually took him hunting with me and THAT’S how he learned to attack things quickly.”

“Holy shit..”

Axel nodded “He’s a badass. Taught him to be a lone wolf like you if the time ever came to it. He can’t be lost if he loses me.”

“Don’t say that. He’s not going to lose you, I’m making sure of it.”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared to lose me a second time.”

“No, I’m scared to be alone with that thing.”

The robotic dog in front of him let out an angry snarl, teeth already sharpening themselves and red irises darkening in a shade to make him more intimidating than he already was.

“Point proven.”

“He’s just showing off to assert fake dominance, don't worry. Animals in the wild do that too, to make themselves too scary to fight.”

Looking back into the room, Axel did a double take as the gleam of his brother’s bow nearly blinded him. The double pointed edges made him shiver at the realization that his bow could be used for both long range and short if it needed to be. Pulling him from the thoughts swirling in his head, Griffin spoke up.

“So, has the initial shock subsided?”

Griffin couldn’t help the smug grin that crossed his features. For once, he felt finally had the upper hand on his brother’s wit. Axel let out a scoff of his own that matched the disgust his brother’s usually carried and he offered a small smile.

“I wouldn’t say that it’s shock at this point. More so amazement that you did all of this by yourself.”

Griffin shook his head, knowing that he would be at least a little surprised in his skill.

“What can I say, I have a genius for a brother and a workaholic for a father. I had to do something with those skills.”

Axel let out a tiny huff of a laugh.

“You flatter me.”

“Eh, just wait until I screw it up somehow.”

Griffin looks away to the corner of the room, allowing himself to remember that it was always a matter of time before he (or something he created) messed up the situation at hand.

“Ever the optimist. C’mon, lighten up.”

Axel gave him a playful shove to his shoulder, something that he would do even when they were children to get Griffin to play back.

“Trust me, I try.”

“I doubt that.”

“Lightening up like a lightbulb.”

“Missing one of the main conductors I bet.”

“Rude.”

Silence took over the room once more before the brothers broke out into laughter. There weren’t many times like this, so they knew to enjoy it while it could.

Griffin was the first to bring himself back to composure and keep the task at hand in the forefront of their minds.

“Regardless, we’ll get what we want and then we have to make a small four day trip to see our monster dearest.”

A brief look of shock and annoyance flashed across Axel’s face. While he didn’t mind the exercise, four days sounded a little excessive.

“Ah, right. I forgot the promenade is over.”

He leaned down and picked up as many weapons as he could, then handed some to Enforcer to hold on his back. The duo loaded with bows, swords and a rifle if needed.

“There was never a-”

“Let me have this moment.”

“Right.”

Chapter 8

Ready For Revolution

The morning light broke through the splintered windows with aggression that had only been felt previously by humans. For the first time in a long time, the sleep that was granted was more than enough.

Robotic whirring woke both Griffin and Axel in a hurry, with Axel relaxing first. Sitting in front of him was a large metal dog. Red irises stared into his green ones and he let out a quick huff of breath.

“You scared the living hell out of me.”

He only received an animatronic nod in response.

“What is that thing?”

Griffin speaks up, curiosity peaked.

“That’s my dog, Enforcer, Enfo for short.”

“First of all, that isn’t a real pet, that’s a robot. Second.. Enfo?”

“He’s been the only company I’ve got and I couldn’t decide on a name. He collects information for me, sue me why don’t you.”

Griffin let out a small chuckle at his brother’s frustration, but then found himself asking a question that he should’ve known the answer to.

“Did mom give you that?”

“No, I actually built him.”

If there was one thing people forgot about more than anything, it was Axel’s intelligence. No, he didn’t have the brute strength that his brother had. He didn’t have the manipulative charm that his mother had. He didn’t have the stone-wall of loyalty that his father had.

Axel had the intelligence he needed to survive on his own and he knew how to adapt to necessary changes.

“He and I have seen a lot.”

“I bet so.”

“When you first left I started working on him, I originally made him as a tracking device to find you,”

He started, smiling to himself as he looked over to his brother sitting on the far left of the broken down room.

“As we see that didn’t work out too well in my favor. But hey, we’re here now, aren’t we?”

Griffin didn’t want to admit that he felt the guilt ripping at his chest. He didn’t want to tell his brother about all the nights that he tried to match his wits, the nights he stayed up making weapons that would never reach the same level of intricate work that his brother made.

Enforcer rolled to his side playfully as he tried to lighten the tense, painful mood that was set, a common theme between the two as they tried to reconnect and make up for lost time.

“Yeah, we’re here now. I’m glad we are, even if I wanted to take your head off just a few hours ago, I missed you a lot kid..”

“Well, when the sun rises, so do our spirits I guess. For the record, I missed you too if it wasn’t obvious.”

Enforcer walked over to Griffin and laid his head in the man’s lap, whirring slightly as his mechanisms warmed up.

“Is your dog heating itself up?”

“Had to keep warm during the winter somehow.”

“Fair enough.”

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Not everyday did the brother’s find themselves stumbling through the ruins of their villages. With each passing sign they found removed or vandalized, they found themselves closer to their truths. The breeze that passed between them was colder than the ice that they used to skate on as children if the lake allowed it, but they kept trekking through.

After a long period of silence, Axel found himself fidgeting with the anklet that he risked so much to find, steal, and nearly die for.

The basic gold band decorated with blue jewels seemed to be taunting him as he stared at them.

There was nothing fancy about the item, just a gleam of energy that felt too evil to explain in words. Maybe it was the fact that it meant more to their mother than her children that made him hate it even more.

“I don’t understand why a piece of jewelry is more important than us. It just doesn’t make any sense to me. I want to break it- I want to throw it into the ocean and never look at it again.”

As Axel let himself rant and ramble, Griffin kept walking ahead of him, glancing to the sides to ensure they weren’t being followed. His being alone for years taught him to always watch the shadows. ‘If you aren’t watching out, there may not be time to save yourself.’ He would remind himself. He knew where they were headed, which meant he also knew the dangers they were going to face to get there.

“You know, we could take the anklet, find out what it is really used for, determine if it is of use to us or not, then make a run for it. Just us, maybe that stupid thing, your dog, and a new life across the ocean that we may have dropped it into.”

Griffin suggests. Such hopeful words coming from such a serious man weren't expected in a moment like this, Axel couldn’t help himself to a laugh.

“While I do think that it would be nice to drop everything and run, We know that it would never be that easy. Especially with that masked psycho behind us. Who knows how long it will take before they find us again.”

Griffin nods his head slowly, remembering that the juggernauting down the streets peacefully as if they were walking down memory lane would come to an end at some point.

“We’re definitely going to have to prepare ourselves to see more of him soon, especially if we want answers about that anklet.”

“How do you know that?”

“You said she wanted the anklet, he was after the anklet, ergo, they’re probably working together.”

“Oh, right.”

Axel, having an IQ of 149 scolds himself for not putting two and two together. He had his moments where too much was on his plate and he forgets to look at the little things too.

“Luckily for us, I’ve got the perfect solution for the preparation.”

As if he had queued it, the wind blew the window to the shack they walked to wide open. There was nothing fancy about it, nothing flashy and nothing that anyone would see as out of the ordinary, but Axel knew Griffin too well, there was more to the building than what he was originally seeing.

“Check your left.”

“If something attacks me-”

“Told you to check.”

Griffin laughed as one of the makeshift traps he set launched itself into action, trapping Axel under a large bookshelf.

“I hate your guts.”

“Sure you do kid, sure you do.”

Griffin helped his brother up and worked quickly to step over the fallen shelves, pages of scattered books and what looked like glass.

“Are you ready to see my prized possessions?”

“I doubt it if they are anywhere near as half-assed as your traps.”

Axel jeered at the taller man, happy that they could at least joke around a little during this time.

“They’re better, don’t worry. My possessions in here are better than my trapping skills out there.”

“You must be quite the trip on hunting adventures.”

Griffin let out a fake scoff and rolled his eyes.

“Just open the door.”

“Holy shit.”

Across the walls and floors were weapon after weapon, things Axel didn’t even know existed and yet it made so much sense that Griffin would have them.

Bows and arrows, swords that jutted two ways that looked like they would snap like the jaws of a beast if caught between them, whips that disguised themselves as belts and clipped to themselves.

“You could say I’m ready for revolution.”

“Such a weak-minded woman shouldn’t be here by herself, especially after what you’ve done to this family.”

Reyna bit back nothing less than a snarl as she stepped in front of her daughter. The protective stance was a very clear sign of the mother’s love, something that wasn’t shown on the battlefield, but often shown in moments of distress. Of all the moments that a ghost from her daughter’s past could come back, this would be the worst case scenario. There were too many questions and not enough time to explain them if she was here.

“Who said I was alone? I’m simply waiting for my company to arrive. This is our house now, after all.”

Aseria didn’t move an inch as she heard the women in front of her banter back and forth. Frozen in a state of rage and fear, she didn’t know what to say. She would never know how to react to the very source of her pain coming back with such a bright smile.

“I didn’t know a dead woman walking could speak so clearly.”

Reyna glared and stepped towards the smaller woman, assuming by the noises outside that the company she spoke of earlier had arrived. If she was going to make a move, now was the time.

“I didn’t know the little brat didn’t give up after the first battle.”

Reyna, who was typically slow to anger, was quick to lash out as the five foot seven woman in front of her shrank back in haste with a small smirk gracing her features, knowing that she struck a nerve. As assumed, the door opened and four more people piled in the room, decorated in black armor stained with blood. The tallest one spoke with annoyance laced in their modulated voice.

“Marisol, that’s enough.”

The woman let out a harsh laugh as she watched Aseria pathetically reach out to grab her mother’s arm in an attempt to hold her back from making a worse choice than the ones that she had already made. Reyna allows her daughter to keep her hold, steady yet firm, but still enough to let go if needed.

“You know my daughter more than anyone, calling her a brat is a very bold choice in your words.”

“Weak would’ve caused a riot, I’m sure.”

As the conversation turned more hostile, the company Marisol invited began to move in, no words were said, no weapons were pulled, but the tension in the room was all that needed to be felt. Glancing around, Reyna took in the appearances of the people around her. The first was a tall, dark skinned woman that was menacing in stature. She had dark hair with blonde streaks in it, almost like lightning. The tattoos that adorned her skin could be described as a tapestry of the battles that she had witnessed in her lifetime.

The second member was a little shorter than the woman in front of him. He looked nervous, like it was his first time confronting someone. With his shaggy brown hair and scuffed chin, he almost looked like a scared teenager.

Dark eyes met with pale skin and bright red hair belonged to the next noticeable person in the room. She didn’t stand nearly as tall as the other’s, but the weapons she held made her just as intimidating.

The last person in the room was the one that held the most harsh energy. He didn’t blink, didn’t move, and stood stiff as a board. With tanned skin and a scarred face, he stood close to 6’3. He held a commanding air around him without even trying.

Finally breaking the silence, Reyna dropped her shoulders.

“You of all people should know she is the strongest woman you have ever had the pleasure of meeting, you had the honor of being engaged to her too, but left our forces for his.”

Aseria’s eyes widened at her mother’s words. No one spoke of her divorse with Marisol, it was a sensitive subject for everyone involved. From the day Marisol left to the moment she was found on the other side of the battle field, she was considered dead to the family.

“It was for the greater good.”

“The greater good was right in front of you the whole time and you forced it past your fingers with no hesitation.”

The others in the room began to change their stances, ready to follow with action at the signs of an altercation. Aseria turned her back to her mother’s, getting ready to grab her weapons if needed. If there was one thing the duo knew how to do, it was fight back to back.

Reyna didn’t want to fight. Even as talented of a soldier as she is, she would never actively seek out a fight. She finds herself avoiding every useless fight, especially now, when she wanted answers and had one of the people that could give them up so easily right in the palm of her hand. The ambience of the room became more tense than before as Reyna decided to stall just a little longer.

“You could’ve gotten married. You had the whole world to create together.”

“I don’t want to create the world, I want to burn it down, now if we are finished talking, I have business to attend to, and you have a little meeting with my friends here.”

Marisol began shifting on her heels, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation and with Aseria’s silence. There was nothing more to say and there was nothing more that could come out of the ruins of the relationship, so why were they here, talking? Marisol only had one thing on her mind, the anklet in the basement. Her only mission was to get the anklet and get out. Motioning with her head for her crew to advance, she turned her heel, only stopping at Reyna’s next sentence.

“You knew she would’ve helped you.”

Deep down, she was right. Aseria would set the world on fire and choke on the ash with her if it meant spending forever by Marisol’s side.

“I suppose we never know how toxic something truly is until we take a breath of fresher air, so thank you for showing your true colors, Marisol.”

Green eyes shift across the room, landing on Aseria for the first time. Her dirty hair, shaking frame and white-knuckle grip almost pulled her heart strings too tightly.

“I suppose so.”

Without another word, Marisol threw something to the floor and made a run for the door, sparing one glance to the love that she lost disappearing in the smoke, losing her one last time.

I just realized I never actually added chapter one of ‘Not your Hero” here- I-

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There are plenty of words a mother could use to describe her son. Dashing, witty, handsome or strong. If someone were to ask Ximena Armstrong, however, only one of her boys would be introduced in such a proud light. If they asked about the other one, they would receive a strained compilation of complaints that he is vile, twisted, or a hateful beast. There are two sides to every story, though. What made a mother turn her back so quickly?

No one has ever gotten close enough to either party to ask for their side. One thing is for certain, Griffin Emiliano is a dangerous man, and Ximena Armstrong is a pathological liar.

Yet on an uneventful day in Betrothal, a group set out to find the answers to all the possible questions anyone could ask. When they find two boys, an anklet and a pile of bodies, there are too many questions to ask and not enough time for the answers before the doors are busted in and everyone is a suspect.

Chapter 1

“I hate to be the bringer of bad news, but if you run any slower, the snails will escape before we do!”

A bellowing voice echoes through the halls of the underground chambers. Clambering behind him, a much softer voice rang out.

“I’m sorry! This is my first time performing illegal acts, so sorry I can’t keep up with your vigilante lifestyle!”

Turning on his heel, Gryffin casts a stone cold glare to his brother.

“Don’t forget why we’re in this mess. You thought it would be a good idea to find the anklet, now three guards are dead and the blood is on your hands, kid.”

Looking to the floor, Axel shrinks into himself;

“I didn’t mean to…”

“doesn’t matter the intention. It is the result that everyone will see. Remember that in everything you do.”

Before another word was said, a loud crash brings the brothers out of their tension and drives their attention back to the situation at hand. Escaping certain death and bringing the anklet home to their mother, the smartest archeologist in their village. The winding chambers seemed to be getting slimmer and turning into simple tunnels, but with that, the duo noticed that the end of a tunnel was in sight. With reinforcements hot on their trail, Gryffin roars

“Ximena will kill us if she finds out people died for that thing.”

“Can you just call her mom?”

“Not when she won’t call me her son.”

“Well maybe if you-”

Axel’s voice is cut off with another crash, the barrels in front of them breaking, causing whatever fruits and vegetables to scatter across the floors and stain their shoes more than the mud could.

“Not another step, thief. Such a shame that I’ll have to tear such a pretty face to shreds.”

A masked man with a gentle but firm voice says, backing his words with a sword pointed to Axel’s face. The mask was unsettling at best, sporting a crooked smile with red teeth and white eyes, it’s a wonder the man could see through it. Though unsettling, he was right about Axel’s face.

Unlike his brother, his face was pristine and untouched, his pale skin was a perfect target for a sadistic man such as the one in front of him. Questions hung on the tip of the blade as well as the tip of his tongue he realized it was getting closer, but he hadn’t taken a step.

“If I can’t take another step, why can you?”

“If I can’t take the anklet, why can you?”

Comes the quick retort.

“Well, technically you could, you just didn’t take that leap that you needed in order to actually grasp it.”

With his sharp words and the tension rising, Gryffin grabbed Axel and made a mad dash for the light they witnessed moments earlier. Axel thrashed wildly, kicking the boxes of fruits and vegetables down to make more of a mess for the masked men to clean up later on.

“I’m going to drop you if you keep doing that.”

He warns with a scowl.

“Right, sorry.”

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There was nothing fancy about the village the boys lived in. Past every market on the left there was an alley that the homeless would find themselves digging through, praying to whoever was out there to spare a little mercy for one more day as they cling onto what little humanity they hold. For the homeless that couldn’t fight their way through, the market’s right side would hold the bodies.

It seemed everywhere one turned there was another person riddled by disease and famine. When the people in command were brought to the village to speak their grievances, they were brushed off, laughed at and then given one day’s worth of food for the women and children. Proving that they were simply sitting with another government that couldn't care less for the people under their control, but gave the bare minimum so there were still people able to BE controlled.

Griffin hated everything about the village. He could never wrap his head around why so many people still lived in such a ghost town. The people were reduced to nothing more than beggars and thieves with nothing to live for, but had the fight and the iron will of soldiers with the world to lose. Under heavy lids, he drags himself into a makeshift shack, calling it a house for them to stay in as the night ticks by. Axel stared at the ceiling, wondering how long it had been since he saw his brother.

His once soft features now hardened with the years of war and murder, tanned skin now scarred and hands calloused. Those green eyes that once shined like stars now cut like emeralds that were thrown to the ground by a child throwing a fit. Black hair that was once short and well taken care of has now grown unkempt and matted.

“What is going on in that head of yours?”

The man in question growled out.

“How old are you now, Grif?”

“Twenty three, but you didn’t answer my question. What is the issue?”

Axel shakes his head quickly.

“I was just wondering what went wrong with us… Why did our family fall apart the way it did? Why did you leave? Why-”

Griffin cuts him off swiftly

“You ask too many questions, Ax. That will be your downfall.”

A deep silence settles across the room after Axel nods

“Mom says that too.”

Griffin lets out a heavy sigh after a while and asks something that he sounds like he has been dreading for a long time.

“Where is dad?”

Axel stands with a speed like no other and starts for the door.

“Ax-”

“If you can call that monster our dad but can’t call her our mother then you are no brother of mine.”

Confused, angry and a little hurt, Griffin throws the closest object at his younger brother’s feet.

“Are you gonna tell me what happened or are you going to let me believe that he was a good man and she was the monster, kid?”

Not Your Hero - Chapter 4

Rude Awakenings

Reyna found herself smiling at Mauve as quiet music played from the speakers he was originally built with. Sometimes, it seemed like he truly had a mind of his own.

“You know, classical music never did fit a motorcycle. But I don’t think I was expecting electro-pop either.”

Aseria couldn’t help but laugh to her mother as they made their way through the ruins of their home.

“Well, rock sounded too cliché and I think he wanted to stand out from the other models just in case I lost him in a crowd.”

Reyna winks as the music stops. An accented, yet robotic voice cuts through the quiet humming of the engine.

“I simply enjoy something more upbeat in the morbid times we are living in, madame.”

Aseria nods at the statement.

“I can’t blame you at all for that. You think one day we will be able to listen to that music in the street as a village again rather than just the three of us here?”

Reyna sighs and kicks a particularly large rock out of their way as they approach a large, broken down house. Nothing they hadn’t seen before, just off putting since it was the ruins of family memories and childhood wonders.

“One of these days, can’t say it will be soon, though. I think there will need to be a rebirth before we can officially rebuild this city for good. There has been enough destruction here on both sides to last a lifetime. Now we need to see the opposite.”

Kicking in the front door, Aseria finds herself angry that so many good memories were buried under the rubble and ash. She couldn’t help but wonder if there was someone, or maybe many people, hiding in the house for cover from the soldiers that ravaged the streets as of late.

“You said you were going to tell me about dad, why bring me here? I don’t recall him being here very much. Though I guess that was a good thing if he was as horrible as everyone made him out to be.”

Reyna didn’t say very much to her daughter at first as she whispered something to Mauve, most likely a ‘keep watch for soldiers’ as the two women took a walk down memory lane.

“He wasn’t the one that everyone was worried about. He was the scapegoat that didn’t mind having a bounty on his head if it meant keeping you, the boys and myself safe. He would do anything for all of us.”

Aseria let out a disbelieving laugh. There was no way that her father, a man that only showed up in the evenings for a bed to sleep in and only ever sent telegrams on birthdays and holidays could have possibly cared about his wife, children or anything that had to do with their well-being.

“How interesting that he was never really around yet claimed to care for us,” She sarcastically muttered under her breath and she shifted on her feet as she continued “he died on that battlefield with nothing but guilt and anger in his heart and you know it too. He was plagued by a very human disease called greed.”

She heard a deep sigh come from her mother as she decided to sit on the floor as her mom sat across from her.

“Hey, look at me.”

She glanced up at her mom only to see tears in her eyes. She grabbed her mother’s hands, something her mother used to do when she and her brothers were upset or in pain when they were younger. Her mother was always there to comfort her, now it was her turn to return that favor.

“He may not have shown it, but he really loved you all. He still does.” She paused, almost as if she was considering what she was going to say next. After a moment of silence, she nods to herself, finally accepting the truth of the situation. “He still asks about you all the time.”

Aseria’s eyes widened at the end of the statement. A man that was originally missing in action, later passed off as killed in action, still asking about her?

“You commune with the dead?”

“You truly believe he died?”

“I would rather believe that he is dead, would make the pain a little more bearable. Especially if he hasn’t made the effort to reach out to me.”

“He can’t exactly reach out to you if you won’t let anyone communicate with you unless they physically track you down. You’re not the easiest.”

Aseria dropped her head in defeat. Her mother had a point. After throwing away any communication devices for the sake of not hearing another report of her friend’s or families bodies being found dead or wounded beyond repair.

“Guess he and I have that in common then.”

Reyna stands from her position on the floor and gives her daughter a hand on the shoulder as comfort.

“When the dust settles, he will come home. That’s a promise he made to me years ago that I have no doubt he will keep.”

“So who is he the scapegoat for?” Aseria’s voice trailed off with slight fear regarding the thought of who the mastermind could be that used her father as a pawn.

“Your grandfather, actually.”

“It would be the man I’ve never met, wouldn’t it.”

“He’s not a man you’d want to meet. He wanted to destroy all the progress that everyone has made and create it in his image like a god would.”

“It’s going to take a lot more than just wishful thinking and the will of an elder to restart the villages that were destroyed by Betrothal. The ones that weren’t fully destroyed are still struggling to rebuild themselves.”

“I think we should just burn it all to the ground. That might be the only way we can truly restart.”

Both women freeze in their tracks at the new voice. It’s familiar, in any other circumstance it would be very comforting, but now it was just as haunting as the very first time they heard it on the other side of the battlefield.

“You’re not supposed to be here, my love. But it is so great to see you again, Reyna.”

Not Your Hero

Chapter 3

Run Ins and Out Runs

Griffin stares at the angry eyes in front of him, searching for any kind of answer.

"Dad was never around, Grif. Mom took care of us the best she could as a single mother." 

Once again, the man was stunned into silence.

"What are you talking about? She was never a single mother when I was around. She would cook for us nightly and dad would take us hunting, fishing and fighting almost every weekend."

Axel shakes his head violently while Griffin takes another step toward the shorter man.

"Who do you think taught you to fight the way you can? Did she teach you how to do that?"

"That's not our father. That may be mom's friend that agreed to step up to take his place, but that's no father."

Griffin lets out a bitter laugh "Is that what she told you?"

"Yes, and I would believe her over anyone."

He rolls his eyes as his brother keeps monologuing.

"Unlike you, dad and just about everyone else in the village, she hasn't left me."

Scoffing, Griffin walks past his brother, shoving him by the shoulder as he makes his way for the door instead.

"Just like she said you would, you're walking out on me again."

The reality of what was said hit him hard. Griffin had seen this situation unravel before. He had seen the way the truth could be twisted.

He heard the same foolish words that his brother was spouting, time and time again, just from different lips.

Griffin couldn't tell anyone the last time he heard something that his mother said from her own lips. He could remember what was said, every wound that was inflicted, every pained expression that passed the faces of the people around them.

Every time his mother said something about him that he heard, it was that Griffin, her own son, was nothing more than a vile beast. Without fail, she would follow it up with every accident he could have ever possibly made, blown out of proportion.

Shaking himself out of the memory, he glares up to Axel.

"You truly must be more naive than you look. I pray to whatever you might believe in that you receive mercy in place of the brains that you weren't blessed with."

    Blind rage overtakes the smaller man as he throws his weight into Griffin's chest. The taller man didn't budge very much, but there was too much pain in his heart to truly care in the moment. Pounding his fist into his brother's abdomen angrily, he growled out.

"You don't know a single thing about me! You left before you could ever take the title of my brother! Who told you that you could just come back here, help me out on one thing, and then lecture me on a family tree that you were barely a part of?!"

With no real struggle, Griffin turned and aimed his fist to the bridge of Axel's nose. Tears sprout in the corners of his eyes. Blood dripped to the floor and stained the taller man's shoes. Another punch. Then another.

A sickening crack. Both men take steps back, panting heavily and trying to collect themselves. Griffin keeps himself to the left wall, and Axel to the right, holding his nose and letting his eyes water freely. Griffin drops his head and shakes it.

"I can tell you every single thing our father did for us and you're going to sit there, stare at me and say it was someone else? I can tell you for the ten years that I was a part of the family what we did and where we started to fall apart, WHY we started to fall apart, and you want to believe that she is the patron saint that saved you?"

Axel slides down the wall and sighs heavily, defeat clear across his face.

"Go ahead then. Tell me. Please, tell me the truth."

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"You look unwell." Obsidian eyes trail up and down the body in front of the oppressor.

"No thanks to you, my love."

A heavy sigh echoes through the room.

"You are in no state to voice your frustrations with me. You are the one who let my sons get away alive. Do not disappoint me again."

The woman's voice held no sympathy, which came as no surprise to the man in front of her. The man takes off his mask tainted with a smile as he nods.

"As you wish, Ximena."

Chapter 2

Family Ties, Family Dies

If the smog painted the night sky any darker, Aseria would believe it was night. Her dirty blonde hair nearly dyed black by the smoke that drifted through the alleyways she snuck through them. It was a horrible night to be a citizen of any part of Whiusil. The villages had been torn to shreds during a war between the people and the neighboring powerhouse of Betrothal a year before.

While it seemed so simple to just let others live in peace, peace is not an option once others have better technology.

The people of Whiusil began fixing their wounds and ailments with a metallic substance, Sweoyae, shortened to Swey in the face of enforcement.

Sweoyae took the villages by storm, even people that didn’t need the metal used it to enhance their bodies in ways that were meant to be used for good. People began to create machines that could move and talk, but not have the same for of intelligence of a human.

All around, swey was helping the people of the nation. The men could build the villages, hunt or fish for longer periods of time and the women could stay in the fields to plant longer.Doctors could work longer on the things that typical amounts of swey couldn’t fix without being tired, and the children didn’t worry about broken bones as much as they typically would. In the lines of villages, everyone knows everyone, meaning that everyone shares the work regardless of their status.

As previously assumed, Betrothal caught wind of the neighboring technology and wanted to buy it all from the villages. Why would a line of villages need such materials if they have no one to protect themselves from? Why use it for little things like hunting when one could use it for strength?

Whiusil, barely takes a third of Betrothal’s size, meaning if Betrothal wanted something, they could take it by force, which is exactly how things happened on the night of October 12th.

Betrothal came in with a force unlike anyone had ever seen. Statues broken, people murdered in the streets, flags and buildings set on fire with no remorse.

Once the dust settled and the losses were cut, was no trace of sweoyae taken from Whiusil. It became increasingly obvious as the people of Whiusil began to fight back that the attack was never about sweoyae. The attack on Whiusil was all for the sake of showing off the immense power, threat that Betrothal holds and money that Betrothal could burn to show the steps they could take for power.

“What a night to be alive, huh dear?”

A calm, yet chipper voice says from beside her.

Without much thought, she swung her fist so hard the wooden post behind the alleged attacker dented slightly. A quick kick is swiped under her feet, giving her no time to dodge. As she reaches for the small dagger holstered above her ankle, the voice rings out again.

“It’s me! It’s me!”

A blur of black and white shoots in front of her like lightning, a loud thump hitting the floor a few feet away and the next thing Aseria knows, she is on her knees with one hand caught at the wrist behind her back.

“This is your lieutenant speaking! Stand down!”

With a cringe from the sudden realization, and a wince from the pain, Aseria’s head drops slowly.

“I’m sorry, it’s just instinct! Isn’t that what you taught me? Swing first, questions later!”

The lieutenant chuckles and shakes her head, the rest of her white curls falling out of her helmet. Lieutenant Reyna Muerzo, a terrifying leader that stands at six foot three, was nothing short of sneaky. For her size, she knew how to get around quickly and quietly.

“That I did. I know that is just how you were taught, but you know we’re not in those times anymore. The war ended last May, child.”

Letting a stressed sigh, Aseria sat back up to look up at the woman in front of her. Wordlessly, they both stand to overlook the burning city before them. Another product of a revolution that simply refused to end. The silence between the duo felt deafening, there was nothing to say, nothing to do anymore, nowhere to call home that wasn’t in cinders to return to.

Sifting a hand through her pocket, Reyna found three stray cigarettes and offered one to the dirty blonde beside her. As Aseria declined, she took a match to strike on the side of her boot to light the cancerous stick in her hand.

“I know you lost a lot, we all did. But you have to be willing to let go of the soldier you were, and accept the woman you are. You shouldn’t have had to grow up that fast. This should not have been your battle to fight.”

“That was the only time I felt useful, mom.”

Reyna’s eyes widened. She hadn’t heard that title from her daughter in over a year. Once the war for freedom started, she was nothing more to the country than a feared lieutenant. She regained her composure just as quickly as she was thrown off.

“Then find another way to be useful.”

“I don’t think I can find one so easily.”

“Then let us make one, my child. Where do we start? Rebuild the city?”

Looking up to see the expression on her mother’s face, Aseria sees nothing but a smile adorning her wrinkled features. It shouldn't be a shock for such a strong woman to be such a strong mother, but Aseria was still taken back by the gentleness in her mother’s words after watching her take countless lives for the sake of their freedom.

The silence feels tense for a moment, but Reyna moves to her motorcycle that was discarded at the beginning of their conversation. As she puts her helmet on the ground, she looks over her shoulder gently.

“I do not blame you for throwing your sword the way you did;”

Reyna starts to lift the machine, a gentle whirring noise coming from it, as if it was arguing with her. She fiddles with the kickstand as Aseria takes a sharp breath, unsure of where their conversation was going. She knew from the start she was nothing more than a combat medic, she was told from the very first battle between Betrothal and Whiusil to only save the people with mechanical enhancements on their bodies. She couldn’t help but wonder if her mother was angry at her for running away from her position as a medic.

“I know you were scared. I did the same thing when I was handed my first sword. I just wish they would have kept their promise.”

A sigh of relief left Aseria as she realized her mother was more worried than upset with her, but when she looked at her mother again, she could tell something was wrong. The way Reyna leaned against the motorcycle told her everything she needed to know.

She was tense, nervous like she told a secret she wasn't supposed to tell. Lost in her own thoughts, the lieutenant begins to mutter to herself, ways things could’ve shifted in their favor, things she could’ve done differently to avoid her only child going to war at the age of twenty, losing part of her own arm and more. It wasn’t until a hand was on her shoulder that she was drawn out of her thoughts quickly.

“..Mom? What promise?”

A deep sigh settles in her chest as she nods, more to herself than the confused woman in front of her. Taking her hand carefully, Reyna begins leading her daughter to the ruins of the city in front of them.

“I think it’s time I tell you a little more about the man your father was, more importantly, who everyone thought your father was.”

Aseria turns to point out the motorcycle her mother was just leaning on behind them.

“What about your bike?”

“He will follow.”

Without hesitation, the vehicle lights up and roars to life as if it was leaning on the stand in the first place. Aseria's eyes widened but set quickly, silently cursing herself for forgetting that sweoyae was also used in machines, not just humans.

“Maude, come. We are going home.”

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Not Your Hero

There are plenty of words a mother could use to describe her son. Dashing, witty, handsome or strong. If someone were t...

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Not Your Hero (an original work of mine)

There are plenty of words a mother could use to describe her son. Dashing, witty, handsome or strong. If someone were to ask Ximena Armstrong, however, only one of her boys would be introduced in such a proud light. If they asked about the other one, they would receive a strained compilation of complaints that he is vile, twisted, or a hateful beast. There are two sides to every story, though. What made a mother turn her back so quickly?

No one has ever gotten close enough to either party to ask for their side. One thing is for certain, Griffin Emiliano is a dangerous man, and Ximena Armstrong is a pathological liar.

Yet on an uneventful day in Betrothal, a group set out to find the answers to all the possible questions anyone could ask. When they find two boys, an anklet and a pile of bodies, there are too many questions to ask and not enough time for the answers before the doors are busted in and everyone is a suspect.

Chapter 1

“I hate to be the bringer of bad news, but if you run any slower, the snails will escape before we do!” A bellowing voice echoes through the halls of the underground chambers. Clambering behind him, a much softer voice rang out. “I’m sorry! This is my first time performing illegal acts, so sorry I can’t keep up with your vigilante lifestyle!” Turning on his heel, Gryffin casts a stone cold glare to his brother. “Don’t forget why we’re in this mess. You thought it would be a good idea to find the anklet, now three guards are dead and the blood is on your hands, kid.” Looking to the floor, Axel shrinks into himself; “I didn’t mean to…” “doesn’t matter the intention. It is the result that everyone will see. Remember that in everything you do.” Before another word was said, a loud crash brings the brothers out of their tension and drives their attention back to the situation at hand. Escaping certain death and bringing the anklet home to their mother, the smartest archeologist in their village. The winding chambers seemed to be getting slimmer and turning into simple tunnels, but with that, the duo noticed that the end of a tunnel was in sight. With reinforcements hot on their trail, Gryffin roars “Ximena will kill us if she finds out people died for that thing.” “Can you just call her mom?” “Not when she won’t call me her son.” “Well maybe if you-” Axel’s voice is cut off with another crash, the barrels in front of them breaking, causing whatever fruits and vegetables to scatter across the floors and stain their shoes more than the mud could. “Not another step, thief. Such a shame that I’ll have to tear such a pretty face to shreds” A masked man with a gentle but firm voice says, backing his words with a sword pointed to Axel’s face. The mask was unsettling at best, sporting a crooked smile with red teeth and white eyes, it’s a wonder the man could see through it. Though unsettling, he was right about Axel’s face. Unlike his brother, his face was pristine and untouched, his pale skin was a perfect target for a sadistic man such as the one in front of him. Questions hung on the tip of the blade as well as the tip of his tongue he realized it was getting closer, but he hadn’t taken a step. “If I can’t take another step, why can you?” “If I can’t take the anklet, why can you?” Comes the quick retort. “Well, technically you could, you just didn’t take that leap that you needed in order to actually grasp it.” With his sharp words and the tension rising, Gryffin grabbed Axel and made a mad dash for the light they witnessed moments earlier. Axel thrashed wildly, kicking the boxes of fruits and vegetables down to make more of a mess for the masked men to clean up later on. “I’m going to drop you if you keep doing that.” He warns with a scowl. “Right, sorry.”

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There was nothing fancy about the village the boys lived in. Past every market on the left there was an alley that the homeless would find themselves digging through, praying to whoever was out there to spare a little mercy for one more day as they cling onto what little humanity they hold. For the homeless that couldn’t fight their way through, the market’s right side would hold the bodies. It seemed everywhere one turned there was another person riddled by disease and famine. When the people in command were brought to the village to speak their grievances, they were brushed off, laughed at and then given one day’s worth of food for the women and children. Proving that they were simply sitting with another government that couldn't care less for the people under their control, but gave the bare minimum so there were still people able to BE controlled. Griffin hated everything about the village. He could never wrap his head around why so many people still lived in such a ghost town. The people were reduced to nothing more than beggars and thieves with nothing to live for, but had the fight and the iron will of soldiers with the world to lose. Under heavy lids, he drags himself into a makeshift shack, calling it a house for them to stay in as the night ticks by. Axel stared at the ceiling, wondering how long it had been since he saw his brother. His once soft features now hardened with the years of war and murder, tanned skin now scarred and hands calloused. Those green eyes that once shined like stars now cut like emeralds that were thrown to the ground by a child throwing a fit. Black hair that was once short and well taken care of has now grown unkempt and matted. “What is going on in that head of yours?” The man in question growled out. “How old are you now, Grif?” “Twenty three, but you didn’t answer my question. What is the issue?” Axel shakes his head quickly. “I was just wondering what went wrong with us… Why did our family fall apart the way it did? Why did you leave? Why-” Griffin cuts him off swiftly “You ask too many questions, Ax. That will be your downfall.” A deep silence settles across the room after Axel nods “mom says that too.” Griffin lets out a heavy sigh after a while and asks something that he sounds like he has been dreading for a long time. “Where is dad?” Axel stands with a speed like no other and starts for the door. “Ax-” “If you can call that monster our dad but can’t call her our mother then you are no brother of mine.” Confused, angry and a little hurt, Griffin throws the closest object at his younger brother’s feet. “Are you gonna tell me what happened or are you going to let me believe that he was a good man and she was the monster, kid?”