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Btw here’s the Good Omens S3 Bingo me and @pissmanredacted created based on popular theories as well as things we find funny. See you all in like 4 years

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Its All Fun and Games Until Someone Gets Bit(Chapter 3)

For the second time in 48 hours, light blinds Regulus, forcing him to open his eyes. He groans with an aching back, it turns out, though covered in blankets—courtesy of Remus, Regulus is sure—the couch is quite uncomfortable. He grabs his phone, which was abandoned on the coffee table next to whatever book was left for later. The battery is only at 20%. Regulus vexes himself sometimes. There is nothing from Sirius nor his boyfriend, he sighs and presses call on his brother’s contact anyway and silently prays that by some miracle, Sirius will pick up. It only rings once before the disconnected message plays. He doesn’t sit there and wait around for his brother, if they were going to be coming back to the apartment they would have done so already. Regulus swings on his brother’s jacket and picks up the metal bat. He does a quick once over before leaving in case he didn’t see anything the night before and he quietly sneaks out the front door. He hesitates. Looking back into the apartment he considers leaving a note. He slips back inside and finds a pen and paper, quickly scribbling a note.

I came by to see if you two were alive, and you weren’t here, I have your jacket and the bat you have for some reason. I’m heading north.

-Regulus

The lading is empty, and the blood has dried overnight, but no body. A little further down at the entrance Regulus can hear grumbling. As quietly as he can, Regulus sneaks down the stairs. The dead man is now circling the lobby, blocking the front entrance. He considers his options. He could attempt to fight it, but he doesn’t know how to stop one. It’s dead for fucks sake, how do you kill something already dead? He notices a rock lying on a step and grabs it, maybe he can distract it and go out the back way. He aims for the door and throws the small rock, it makes a peck sound. The staggering man immediately turns to the sound and its back is to Regulus. Without hesitation, he quickly makes his way down the last few steps and around the corner to find the emergency exit. He pushes the door open and finds himself in an alleyway. The emergency door closes behind him, clicking. It locks from the outside, he won't be able to go back inside now unless he goes back to the front and breaks the glass. He hopes his brother doesn’t come back here, he doesn’t like the idea of his brother having to deal with those things. It’s a naive notion sure, but he can dream. If his brother is even still in the city of course he is going to encounter them. It’s possible that this isn’t just contained to London either. He wonders if the Potters are okay. They live on the outskirts of a small town, a little town that his brother and James had slightly terrorized as teens. Since it's so small maybe this illness hasn’t gotten there yet. 

Something about all of this is confusing to Regulus, why hasn’t he gotten sick? He’s been near two of these things now, and he feels fine for the most part. Why are only some people getting sick but not others? And the barista? Did he have this? How long does it take for you to turn into those things? There was a mother and her daughter in that cafe, Regulus briefly wonders if they are okay. He’s stepping down the street now, he can distantly hear what he guesses are explosions of some sort but there is nothing near him, there are no people. Nothing. The usual busy London streets are constantly devoid of human life. There are plenty of cars littered around, doors thrown open, and some even have blood on them. He ignores them the best he can and continues on down the street. The streets are empty sure, but dozens of windows are broken and stores are trashed. Regulus questions if people were trying to get into the apartment building last night.

***

The black-haired man has a mental checklist in his brain as he steps into the small convenience store, being careful to step over the broken glass and items strewn across the floor. He guessed that those things could be attracted to sound, it seemed like it back at Sirius’s apartment. He didn’t find really all that much at the apartment and if he was going to be heading north he was going to need food and water. He ate his leftover sandwich from the cafe when he woke up, and he stole a reusable water bottle from his brother’s place, but having a few extra bottles wouldn’t hurt. The water is picked over, only a few bottles,—knowing how people act, a single asshole probably got it all and is hoarding it—he grabs them and paces down the next aisle for anything edible. Not a whole lot of luck there either. Regulus is picking through the scraps when he hears something moving in the back near the coolers. He freezes there debating on whether he should check or just cut his losses and find a different store. He curses at himself when his curiosity gets the better of him, he keeps low to the ground and sneaks through the store getting closer to whatever is making the sounds. Please be a dog. Please be a dog. He chants in his mind.

Rounding the last aisle, what he sees is definitely not a dog. It’s another stumbling man, well, was a man Regulus supposed. It staggers around, terrifying growling coming from its throat. It is almost facing Regulus but doesn’t seem to see him but is within arms reach of him. Way too close. He can see its blood-stained mouth and crimson shirt. He doesn’t want to risk it realizing he’s there and turns to leave, still crouched down. Under his foot, glass crunches in the quiet shop. The corpse’s head turns towards Regulus and immediately starts walking to him.

“Shit,” Regulus stumbles backward and it grabs ahold of his arm. It nearly takes a bite before he swings the bat in his free hand at it. The grip loosens, and Regulus can get his arm free. It staggers slightly and for that split second Regulus debates on what he should do. He can’t kill it, right? This was a person at some point, but what was once a person is now trying to attack him. Is he really capable of killing somebody? He stood there for too long and now the reanimated man is lunging towards him again. Instinct kicks in and Regulus swings the bat again, this time missing the head and colliding with its shoulder. This sends it falling onto one of the shelves, sending candy falling to the floor. He swings again, this time colliding with the corpse’s head without a second thought. With all the adrenaline coursing through him, he keeps swinging, realizing that the way to kill these things is to destroy the head, or rather the brain he guesses. He’s still pounding the bat into its skull loud crunching echoing in his ears and blood flying everywhere. He can feel the liquid coating his hands and splattering across his face. 

Once he is out of breath he drops the bat, making a metallic clanking sound when it collides with the ground. His hands are shaking and he feels like he has tunnel vision. His eyes land on the man’s head. What’s left of it at least. The skull is completely caved in; anything that resembles a brain is scattered across the floor. His trembling hands drip with cool blood. He turns his head to the side and he can see his gruesome reflection staring back at him. His once-clean clothes are now red and his face looks like it has been painted with crimson face paint. He feels his stomach churn as his feet stay glued to the blood-covered floor. Those shoes were white. The man’s face is burned into his brain, had he not been trying to tear Regulus apart, he looked like he could have been a kind man, dead, devoid eyes were once bright with an untold joke. Was there a mother somewhere, sitting on her floral couch waiting for her son to call and reassure her he was okay in all this chaos? He imagines Euphemia Potter sipping a cup of freshly brewed tea, he imagines his own mother scowling at the front door. He needs to get his head together.

These things are attracted to sound, and pounding a skull in is not exactly a quiet activity. Not to mention anyone who’s alive, he needs to leave before he can't. He finally peels his heels away from the blossom of blood around his feet and collects the bat from where it managed to roll. He quickly wipes his hands on his pants, desperately trying to get all of the blood off of them. They are still trembling and are still stained red. Just as he is about to head out of the shop he hears voices. Without a second thought, he dashed for the back of the room.

“Bloody hell, they got this one too?” A man says, “You think it’s even worth checking here?” 

“I don't think we should go in there,” Another says, Regulus finds a back exit and waits for them to not be looking before he leaves. Something in the back of his mind is nagging him though, compelling him to stay, “I thought I heard something.”

“And? We’ve been hearing things for the last two days.”

“If you want to go in there and get killed be my guest, but I’m not stepping a foot in there, we’ve spent the entire night trying to not get shot and attacked, quit being an idiot. We are trying to get out of London, why are we stopping?” Regulus doesn’t stick around much longer, though something makes him want to stay he slips out the back entrance and makes quick work of getting as far as he can from the store. He’s still racking his brain for why he wanted to stay, it was an incredibly stupid idea, there was just something familiar about those two. He couldn’t see them, but his brain did, apparently. Once his brain decided to enlighten him, it would be greatly appreciated. He doesn’t regret leaving though, right now he can't risk running into people he doesn’t know. Those two guys were probably looters, and he doesn’t want to go from nearly dying because of one of those things to maybe getting attacked by living people. People he knows are a different story.

 If his brother is okay-Since his brother is fine, he’ll be heading north. He will figure out how to get there. Right now though, he needs to figure out how to get out of the city. Avoiding the main streets, Regulus’s mind wonders about his time at the Potter’s home. Even before he started living there, Sirius had been there for a few years already. Fleamont and Euphemia Potter are some of the kindest souls Regulus has ever met, well aside from Pandora, but she is the definition of a saint. They had allowed Sirius and later himself to live with them, no questions asked. His own parents are very…traditional. They had brutal methods of discipline and there were more things you could do wrong than right with them. Sirius had always butted heads with their parents ever since the two of them were small, but as he grew up he gained more experiences and realized that what their parents were doing wasn’t right, and that's when he left. Sirius ran away from home at sixteen and traveled a couple of hours by himself to where his best friend lived. Regulus was furious, furious that his brother didn’t bother to bring him with him, he was angry that he was the one left to deal with the aftermath. What hurt the most was that Sirius didn't trust him enough to tell him anything. It had barely been a year before Regulus couldn’t take it any longer and made his own way to the Potter’s home. Regulus remembered that rainy night vividly.

 A barely fifteen-year-old Regulus stood outside of an old front door, he cursed at himself for not checking the forecast before he left because roughly half through his trip the sky opened up and it hadn’t stopped raining since. His clothes are soaked, and his dark hair is sticking to his forehead annoyingly. The door mocked him as he just stared at the worn wood, begging him to use the old-fashioned knocker. After several minutes of debating on leaving and never coming back he eventually shakily knocks on the door. After what felt like an eternity the door opens and warm brown eyes stare back at him.

"I'm sorry, I just- I didn't know where else to go." He said, not meeting James' eyes. James gaped at him. Sirius, who had been sitting just in the other room, came bursting into the hallway. He halts to a stop when their eyes meet, they stand there for a moment staring at each other. Sirius runs forward, catching Regulus into a tight bone-crushing hug. Eventually, Regulus wraps his arms around his brother. It took everything in him to not burst into tears right then and there.

"What happened?" Sirius whispered, he still hadn't released his brother from their hug.

"It's bad, really bad," Regulus responds, "I couldn’t take it anymore Sirius, everything has gotten worse since you left, they were saying horrible things and I couldn’t stand it anymore- It just came out, I didn’t mean to tell them, Sirius, you’re the only one I’ve ever told, and now they know." This got Sirius's attention. He pulled back and kept his hands on his brother's shoulders.

"They know…" Sirius stops and looks at James, he looks back to Regulus, giving him a look. Regulus nods his head, and Sirius visibly pales, "Fuck." Sirius pulls his younger brother back into a hug.

"What am I going to do? Sirius, this is bad." Regulus trembled, "They weren't supposed to know, and now...Now I've gone here!" Regulus pushes back from Sirius, taking a step back, "They'll know you're here and force you to go back."

“What are you talking about? Regulus, they’ve known I was here the whole time,” Siring exclaimed, “If they were going to drag me back, they would have done so already. And I think Euphemia would actually get violent if they came anywhere near here.” Sirius laughs at his own joke, and James smiles, nodding.

“Not a chance either of you have to go back,” James reassured, he lingered for a moment before stepping away to get his parents. The two brothers stand in the entrance in silence for a moment. Sirius releases his brother from their hug and glares down at his wet clothes.

“You’ve gotten my clothes wet.” He scowls.

Regulus rolls his eyes, “Oh my bad, I’ll just magic my clothes dry next time. How inconsiderate of me, prat.” He wants to be mad, one of the first things he’s said to him in almost a year, and Sirius is complaining that his clothes have gotten wet, typical Sirius. He wouldn’t have it any other way. His wet clothes are catching up to him now standing in the dim entranceway of the warm house, his dripping, cold clothes hang on him heavily, and he can't help but start to shiver. He wraps his arms around himself trying to warm up, though it's not really working. James reappears, this time with both of his parents in tow and a dry towel. The taller passes the fluffy white towel to Regulus to wrap around himself, “Thanks.” He says quietly. There are now several pairs of eyes on him, causing the hair on his neck to prickle.

“So you are Regulus then?” A tall older man says, Fleamont Potter. The younger nods, Fleamont’s gaze is intense, it reminds him of his own father's gaze, but instead of a stark coldness that always bore into his soul, Mr. Potter’s eyes were warm, just like his sons. All the older man does is nod, Regulus would soon learn that Fleamont Potter is a man of few words, only choosing to speak when necessary. It was a quality that Regulus appreciated about the man and often wished James had inherited the trait.

“We’re glad to finally meet you, dear, James, why don’t you grab his bags and bring them in.” Euphemia immediately goes into mother mode. Euphemia is a fierce woman who won't hesitate to protect whatever or whoever she holds dear, Regulus pitties the poor person who decides to cross her. Through her fierceness, she is one of the kindest Regulus has met, “Come in, come in! If you stand in here in those soaked clothes any longer, you’ll catch your death!” She quickly leads Regulus further into the house, Sirius follows close behind. Regulus pulls the towel closer to himself as he takes to surroundings in. She leads him to the couch and prompts him to take a seat.

“I’ll go get you some dry clothes, Reg,” Sirius pipes up.

“Something normal, please!” Regulus shouts as his brother climbs up the stairs. Euphemia laughs as James and his father step into the room, the two glance at each other confused, but neither of them look all that surprised.

“I like this one!” She says, a warm smile lingering on her face.

The fond memory fades, and Regulus is brought back to his story-like reality. He would give everything to suddenly wake up and realize that the last few years have been a dream, where all of this insane shit isn’t happening, where he didn’t make all of his mistakes. Things maybe would have turned out differently he thinks. It’s somewhat better now, Christmas is bearable, but there is still a lingering awkwardness occasionally. Euphemia has reiterated a many time that Regulus is welcome anytime, although he hasn’t really taken her up on the offer. He has always been able to use the excuse of work taking up the majority of his time and can’t really get time off—which is true, for the most part—but usually, she knew he was avoiding a certain individual. All that was history though, none of that trivial teenage drama matters at the end of the world. He’s sure the two of them can act like adults. Regulus sighs, he’s way on over his head.

Regulus doesn’t exactly know where he is, he’d been lost in his thoughts and now he finds himself in what looks like a war zone. The buildings are even more messed up than they have been on previous streets and it’s obvious that there have been some fires and charred cars are littered about. There are only a small handful of cars that look like they could maybe drive, not far, but maybe can drive. Then, just up the street, he sees a Jeep in army colors; he keeps his hope in check because the driver's side door is thrown open. The area is quiet and Regulus glances around wearily, the silence is freaking him out. Up to this point, even if things feel like they have frozen, there has been noise, a distant sound that he hasn’t been able to place. Now though, it is silent, Regulus feels like, at any moment, someone or something is going to jump out of some dark, back alleyway and murder him. He rummages through the Jeep, hoping to find the keys, or maybe a radio. He has zero clue of what is happening in the world, Regulus knows that this virus is in the U.S., but where else is it? All of this feels like it’s happened far too fast. After he’s checked all of the compartments he can find in the vehicle he groans because in all of them, there are no keys and not even a radio. He takes a glance at his surroundings again to see if maybe there was something he missed. Just a few feet away from him was a body. He had been doing his best to ignore it, the body is wearing an army uniform covered in browning blood.

Steeling his emotions, he carefully walks over to the body, keeping his bat ready just in case. Once he’s standing above it he gently nudges it, making sure it is truly dead and isn’t coming back. It just lays there motionless, eyes staring, unmoving, up to the sky. He pushes it again this time with the bat and still the body remains where it’s lying. Regulus hesitantly crouches down and places the bat down, for a long moment he just stares at the soldier. He needs to get the hell out of here, and this guy hopefully has the keys. For a moment, Regulus stares at the body in front of him, trying to bring himself to go through the soldier's pockets. He takes a deep breath and goes to go through the pockets, but beside the soldier is something cool and heavy. The gun is unnatural in his hands, and the weight feels awkward. He examines the weapon, keeping his fingers away from the trigger as he turns it over in his hands. He’d never held a gun before, let alone fired one, but he could learn. He doesn’t necessarily have to fire it, but a weapon like this would be a nice assurance to have. If there was a chance he’d encounter any group of people he could use it to keep himself safe. Not that he would ever shoot someone. Just having it could be a deterrent in itself. Those things are attracted by sound so firing it would be stupid, however, it’s heavy and could used as a blunt object. He places the gun down and continues to search the soldier's pockets, praying that there is a key. He nearly cheers when he pulls out a set of keys and a small handheld radio from the same pocket. These have to be it. 

Suddenly, the body below him stirs and before he can stop it cold hands grab ahold of his leg. Surprisingly strong for someone dead, it tries to pull his leg towards its mouth, open wide and a low growl escaping menacingly. He reaches for the bat, but all he feels is rough asphalt, quickly glancing to where he’d left the thing he curses. It must have rolled after he laid it down because now it was out of reach, The zombie still trying to tear into him chomps mindlessly and nearly takes a chunk from his leg. He desperately tries to kick it off but he can't seem to get the right footing to do any meaningful damage. Frantically, he tries to find a way out of this, and his eyes land on the gun—which is in arms reach. Without thinking, Regulus hastily grabs the firearm and aims it at the dead man, his hands shaking. Not even a second later he pulls the trigger and a bullet flies into the skull of the soldier, and the body goes limp. He pushes himself away from the body, putting some distance between them. His breathing is ragged and he still has the gun up, ready to shoot again if that demon decides that it isn’t quite done attempting to dine on him. After it doesn’t get back up and his heart rate slows to a somewhat normal pace, he lowers the gun and stares up at the sky. He got his crash course in guns a lot sooner than he anticipated, and for the second time that day, he could feel cool drops of blood on his face. His eyes trace the street, he doesn’t want to be sneaked up on someone living and not. 

He stands and examines the gun letting his eyes travel across the different details. He notices a trigger on the back of the gun, with his thumb he pulls it down and hears a click. He doesn’t know really anything about guns, but he thinks that there is usually a safety on these types of guns. Regulus glances around and sees a charred car nearby and aims. He attempts to pull the trigger, but it won’t budge. Satisfied with at least understanding that much for now he puts the gun into his bag and he wanders over to where the bat had rolled to. 

With the keys gripped in his hand and bat in the other, he slides into the driver's seat, placing his belongings into the passenger seat. He shoves the key into the ignition and turns it over. The Jeep comes to life with a low hum. Regulus grins and pulls the driver’s side door closed and the seatbelt across his body. He’s got a car, a small radio—as well as the one built into the car— and two weapons. He’s going to find his brother because if he’s not in the city he can't have gotten far. For now though, he’s getting the hell out of London.

CH2 - CH4

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Its All Fun and Games Until Someone Gets Bit(Chapter 2)

James is going to kill himself. What is the point of living when everything is pointless now? His black hair sticks to his forehead as he stands on the field out of breath. They should have rescheduled the game if half the team wasn't going to show up. No offense to his teammates, but most of them are the backups and aren't as good as the usual lineup. How was it possible that almost half of the team was out sick? Not only are they sick, but several of the players who did show up were also sick. All they needed to do was win this game and they would have gone all the way to the finals. This is the farthest this team has ever made it. James doesn't want to brag or anything, but this team would have never gotten this far without him. All of his teammates were capable players, sure, but they were unorganized and didn't know how to work together. Now though? They work together amazingly and are like one machine that James put together, piece by piece. Strangely enough, several of the players from the other team were also out sick. James hopes that this weird bug passes through quickly because he's already cooking up plays and lineups that he wants to test out. 

Football is James' life; losing to a team that wasn't even at their best is just absolutely crushing him. He might as well put in his two-week notice right then and there. In the locker room, he is sat in the corner rethinking his career choices, he's lost in thought; he completely misses how his teammate next to him is doing. The player next to him was one of his teammates who showed up while sick. Usually, he is a capable player, not the best on the team but with more practice, James can see this young man getting to greatness. Today though, he looked like shit. Throughout the game, he had gotten worse and had to sit out about halfway through being replaced by one of the backups. Now, he's covered in sweat and is extremely pale, he looks somewhat dead. James is brought out of his rapid thoughts when the player collapses right next to him.

"Shit!" James jumps down beside his teammate. He shakes his shoulders and shouts his name. He gets zero response. James quickly checks his pulse and his blood feels like ice in his veins. His teammate had no pulse, he died. He looks frantically around, several of his other teammates have also either fallen over or look like they are about to. James quickly gets everyone's attention, "Someone, call 999 now!" 

He takes a quick look around the room, four of his teammates have somehow died right on the spot. While all of his teammates look at him terrified and want him to tell them what to do he notices that while they don't look as bad as the ones who have died, are looking worse every second. One of the men who has passed begins to move. James is hopeful that he was wrong and that everyone is okay. That is until he grabs ahold of a nearby teammate and sinks his teeth into his leg, tearing a chunk out and letting out a low, hungry growl. James stands there staring in horror as one of his teammates sinks their teeth into another's leg, tearing it apart. The man screams so loud and in such agony that James is sure that that sound will follow him for the rest of his life. So preoccupied with the horrific scene in front of him, James doesn't immediately notice the teammate next to him stirring. His arm twitches and low rumbling groans escape his mouth. James freezes. His gaze slowly falls onto his—who he previously thought was dead—moving teammate. Its eyes open quickly and James throws his bag over his shoulder. Without looking back, James sprints out of the locker room and down the long hall. 

With panicked, shaking hands, James manages to pull out the keys to his car and quickly climbs inside, locking the doors once inside. He searches his bag for his phone, and his heart sinks. Did he leave it behind in the locker? There's no way he's going back in there for something as trivial as a phone, but he also needs to be sure his parents are okay. And what about Peter? He was in the stadium watching his game. If this bug that has been going around is what caused this, then there are bound to be people who are also turning into those things in the seats. In James' pocket, he feels something vibrating. He quickly realizes that he put his phone in his pocket and didn't leave it in the locker. He fishes it out and hastily turns it on. He has about a dozen missed calls from several different people. Immediately he calls his mother, and it rings for a long time before going to her voice mail. He tries several times but she doesn't answer. He tries calling his father as well, but the same as with his mother, nothing. The image of his parents sitting in his childhood home flashes in his mind. He can see them keeling over like his teammates did and coming back as mindless monsters that sink their teeth into you. James looks back to where he ran from. He left his teammates behind. He saw the first bit of danger and ran away. What if they are all dead now? He pushes the guilt away, but the images of his parents mindlessly wandering their home are burned into his mind instead.

His mind racing he calls the next person who is the most important to him. The phone rings several times before he hears the voice of his best friend.

"James? James, are you there?" Sirius says frantically, loud sounds coming through the phone.

"Sirius! What the hell is going on?" He asks. Looking out of his windshield he can see dozens of people running away from the stadium.

"I have no idea, everything here is chaos, the military is here and they are shooting at almost everything that moves." Sirius responds out of breath, another loud sound comes from his end, "Shit! Look James, Remus and I are barely surviving getting shot, and my phone is almost dead is there any way you can come get us?" 

"No, Peter and I are in Brighton right now, I had a game remember?"

"Right, of course, I completely forgot about that. Well fuck, we'll figure something out. We are going to find my brother and then go to your parents, yeah?" James explains how his parents aren't answering their phones and tells Sirius about his worries that something has happened to them, "Are you kidding? Do you think some stupid cold could take out your mom? The woman is untouchable, literally never been sick the entire time I've known you. I'm sure they're okay." James can hear Remus shout something and another loud bang can be heard.

"I hope you're right, I need to go find Pete. Let me know when you get there, yeah?" Sirius says something but James can't quite make out what he said. All he could hear was Sirius' younger brother's name, Regulus, "Sirius? What did you say?" Suddenly the line goes dead, "Shit!" James stares at the screen. Sirius had said his phone was almost dead, that's probably what happened, his phone just died. James tries to convince himself that his best friends are okay. He tries calling Remus but the man doesn't answer. After several tries, he changes gears and calls Peter.

"Come on Pete, pick up." He drums his fingers on the steering wheel when Peter answers, "Peter! Where are you?"

"I've only just left the stadium, where are you?" He says.

"I'm in my car, I've just talked with Sirius, and he says that whatever is happening here is also happening in London but worse. He and Remus are going to go to my parent's house."

"You called Sirius?" Peter pauses, "Right, good, I'm glad they are okay. I don't know if you have had the chance to see this, but everyone out here is going mad. Just as your team left the field, all hell broke loose. People started attacking others, tearing them apart. I barely made it out without being trampled." James explains everything that happened in the locker room and how several of his teammates were acting the same. He tells Peter that all the people who are attacking others are actually dead, "How is that possible? If they are dead then how the hell are they coming back and attacking others?" 

"I don't know, but whatever is happening, it's not safe. Meet me at our spot, yeah? We can figure out a plan from there." He says. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see someone staggering around the cars, walking slowly.

"Downtown? Are you sure that's the best idea, where I am right now isn't great, but if London is completely gone, then going where most of the people are is a horrible idea." Peter says. He has a point. The more people, the more likely that there are more of those...things.

"Okay, yeah you're right, what's your location I can come pick you up." James starts the engine as Peter tells him the name of some shop he's hiding in. He ends the call and starts pulling out when someone slams themselves into the side of his car. They mindlessly claw at the window and try to bite through the glass. James looks down at the man's clothes and realizes this is one of the people from the team they just played. His eyes are completely lifeless and he's uncoordinated. Quickly backing out of his parking spot, the man drags across the window and James can hear a gruesome crunch under his front tire, leaves behind the player, and speeds out of the parking lot. 

Speeding down the roads of Brighton, James has to swerve around frantic people and other cars. Everywhere he looks he sees people either sprinting away from one of those monsters, or someone getting torn apart by several of them. There is blood everywhere, it's nauseating. James does everything he can to not vomit while he's driving but it's proving extremely difficult. He has to make countless detours due to cars that are either wrecked or swerving erratically. Several cars have slammed straight into buildings and in a few places, James can see small fires. If Peter wasn't counting on James to come to get him, James would probably be breaking down right now, this is completely insane. He's just watched someone dig their hands into another person's body, pull out their intestines, and then eat them. Eat them. How the hell did this happen? 

He screeches to a stop outside the shop Peter told him he was in and the blond quickly climbs in throwing his stuff into the back seat.

"Drive!" Peter shouts. James is about to say some smart-ass remark when several of those things climb out of the broken glass of the shop towards the car. He doesn't hesitate to slam his foot on the gas pedal, the smell of burning rubber following them as they speed out of Brighton just as several helicopters fly overhead into the city. 

***

They thought that once they got out of the city they could drive straight up and around London by taking the M25, but as they got closer to it they saw hundreds of cars sitting at a complete standstill. Car horns are blaring loudly, trying to get the cars in front of them to move, but it's useless. James doesn't even think they could get on the M25, let alone get anywhere. Peter uses his phone to look at maps of roads. He finds some side roads they can take to avoid the more common roads. It adds almost two days to their trip but it avoids any major cities so in theory, it should be safer. If whatever is happening is happening everywhere, then they need to go around every major city. They sit in almost complete silence, the radio is turned low and is playing some popular song that James honestly wasn't much of a fan of. It's a distraction though. Without it, his mind would wander to his parents and his friends who are probably still in London. Peter has been fidgety ever since they left Brighton, jumping in his seat at the sound of every car horn. He was sure that the blond saw what he saw in that locker room and on the streets. Hell, James can't shake what he saw. 

He's known Peter practically his whole life, known him longer than not. Peter does not do well with stress. Never has. When they were in school exam season was awful, eventually James and the rest of their friends learned to leave Peter alone until the exams were finished. After that, they got their cheerful friend back. Right now though, his eyes are wide and he's not even here. 

"What were your plans after my game, Pete?" James asks, hoping that maybe they can pretend that this isn't happening. Peter was still staring at the windshield completely zoned out, "Peter?"

He jumps, "I- sorry what?" He finally peels his eyes away from the road and looks at James.

"I said what were your plans after my game? I was just going to go home, probably start that new show that aired today." They pass by a car pulled over on the side of the road with their emergency lights on. It's a woman and James thinks he sees a car seat in the back. She's covered in blood and looks hysterical. It takes everything in James to keep driving. What if leaving her is killing her? Peter seems to see the inner fight in James' eyes.

"Keep going, we can't risk stopping for anyone, especially someone we don't know. Keep driving." He doesn't seem super happy about the idea. His eyes track the woman in the side mirror as they drive away, "I had a date."

"What?" The response completely caught James off guard, he'd completely forgotten the question he asked his friend.

"I had a date after your game, we were going to meet up after I had said goodbye to you." He says he looks out the passenger side window trying to avoid James' eyes.

"A date? Peter you ladies man! Do I know her?" James knows what Peter is trying to do, he's trying to get his mind away from the woman. James doesn't know what he would do without him. Peter gives a small smile at the question.

"You remember Sybill Trelawney, from school?" He says. James honestly has to think pretty hard to remember who he's talking about, there were a lot of kids in their year. Then a tall girl with large glasses and wild hair comes to mind. From what James remembered she was fairly quiet and seemed like she would have rather be out in the woods somewhere than at school. James didn't blame her. 

"I didn't know you knew her? I never saw you guys talk in school." James grins at Peter. The blond's face is red but his small smile is still on his face.

"I didn't really. We recently bumped into each other in a shop a few weeks back. She's great." He has this faraway look that turns gloomy, "She hasn't responded to any of my calls or texts."

"I'm sure she's okay. Maybe her phone is dead, Sirius' is, she probably just needs to charge it." If James is being completely honest with himself he doesn't think his friend will get a response from Sybill, he just doesn't want to say it out loud. If he admits that her not responding could mean something happened means that his parents not answering could mean the same thing and James doesn't think he could handle that. They both stay silent for a long time, just listening to the sounds on the radio, another song James doesn't recognize. Then the music stops. And a loud ear-piercing alarm plays.

"Warning! Warning! The United Kingdom has issued a civil warning, this is not a drill and this is not a test. Four days ago a viral outbreak was reported throughout several cities that has continually started to spread quickly through the country. At first, it appeared to be another strain of the flu and was being treated as such but quickly it has become apparent that this was not the case. It is a fast-acting viral strain that infects the host immediately. Upon getting sick the infected will become locked with coughs, sweat profusely, and shivering with chills with a temperature that rises up to 40 degrees Celsius. The infection typically takes only a few hours to go through the body before the host expires. However, shortly after the host dies they will begin to move again, but there will be no pulse or any other form of life and the infected will instantly become extremely aggressive and attack any non-infected living thing in an attempt to pass on the disease. All citizens are advised to remain in their homes and to not leave under any circumstances at all. Armed forces are currently deployed, and all local Law Enforcement are tasked with taking down any aggressive infected they come across. This is not a drill and this is not a test." The alarm plays again and then the radio goes silent. The car is silent other than the sound of the road under the tires.

"Holy shit, this is all real." Peter says, "This...This is actually happening." His face is pale and he looks at James with a terrified look. James feels like his heart is in his throat, and he can hear it in his ears. This virus turns you into this monster, and then you attack others. 

***

The duo pulls into a gas station to fill back up on gas and to get supplies. Since they are going around London and avoiding the M25 they will be in the car for a long time. James quickly swings next to a pump and hops out of the car. 

"James you go inside, I'll stay here and fill the car up, I need to stretch my legs," Peter says, he's regained some of his color but these are some of the first words he's said since the radio broadcast.

"Okay, is there anything you want me to get? I'm going to grab some water and probably some type of crisps." 

"No water is good for me, thanks." James nods and goes into the gas station. There are a lot of people, and a lot of the food and drinks are gone, he hopes that there will still be water left. All around him people are pushing and shoving to get to different items. He sighs in relief when he sees a few water bottles left, there are about half a dozen left. James is tempted to just grab them all but he doesn't want to take them from someone else who may need them, so he grabs three of them and strolls down the snack aisle. There isn't much left so he grabs what's left and goes to check out. A bunch of the people are getting loud, James tries to ignore them but they seem to be shouting at anyone who gets anywhere near the beer. They are a frightening bunch, all look like they work out and could snap the average person in half. The group is mostly men, save for two women, who James has to guess are girlfriends. Idiots. James thinks to himself. Near the checkout, he catches a glimpse of tools. The section is thinned but not completely picked over, there are tools like screwdrivers and crowbars, and there are even some batteries left. He quickly grabs a crowbar, a couple of screwdrivers, a few packs of batteries, a little handheld radio, and a pocket knife. All of the stations in his car are completely silent, but he hopes that there is a chance that there is somewhere still running. He hopes that he doesn't have to use the crowbar but the emergency alert is still playing in his head. He saw it firsthand, those people who get this virus come back dangerous, he doesn't want to kill anyone but he needs to keep himself and Peter safe. The people in the back are making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end,—they are now shouting at a poor woman and her son—people do crazy things when they are scared, and he doesn't know that he won't need to protect himself from another person who isn't infected. 

He exits the building and runs back to the car quickly, throwing the items in the back of the car. Peter gives him a look when he sees the items that weren't on the list, but he doesn't say anything and climbs back into the car. James is about to follow when he hears shouting. He looks around the pumps and sees a couple who are having an argument. They both look exhausted, and the man looks about ready to hit something. With the man getting more aggressive, James can see the girl he's with getting frightened and backing away. Without even thinking James steps over putting himself between the man and the woman. He hears Peter calling his name but he ignores him.

"Hey miss, are you okay?" he asks, she shakes her head keeping her eyes on the man in front of them, "Okay, listen dude I think you need to take a walk, you're scaring her, and everyone around you."

"I don't need you to tell me what to do, get the hell out of here, this is none of your business asshole." The man steps right up into James' face trying to intimidate him. It's actually embarrassingly effective, but he keeps his ground. He's dealt with bigger scarier guys out on a football field, this guy is nothing.

"Look I'm just trying to help, everyone is stressed right now and you're not helping, why don't you take a second and breathe, yeah?" He says.

"Oh yeah? Breathe, sounds pretty useful. And what if I don't, huh? What are you going to do about it." He scoffs, "Mary, come on, we're leaving." The woman, Mary, doesn't move, she just glares down at the man, "Mary! I said come on!" Mary tells the man to fuck off, "Fine bitch, see if I fucking care." He climbs into his car, "Have fun getting killed by one of those things." He quickly speeds out of the gas station and up the road, in the opposite direction that James and Peter had just come from, leaving Mary behind.

"Thank you," She says, "You didn't have to do that."

"It's no problem at all, I'm just glad you're okay." Peter comes running over.

"What the hell was that?" He asks, "James, we need to go." He looks into the gas station, the aggressive men are getting louder, and physical.

"In a minute, Pete, we can spare a few minutes. Sorry about him, he's not usually this rude." James turns to Mary and holds out his hand, "James, James Potter."

Tanking his hand and with a firm grip, she shakes his hand, "Mary McDonald. Again, thank you. I was worried things were going to escalate if you didn't step in. That is my boyfriend, or rather was my boyfriend, sure as hell not anymore." People around the parking lot are still staring at them and James doesn't like some of the looks that they are getting. 

"Say, do you have anyone else you can call? Parents, siblings, friends?" James asks Mary shakes her head, and she explains that her boyfriend was the only one who she could get into contact with. He said that he knew a place out of the way, a cabin one of his mates owned. Mary didn't like the idea of being isolated from everyone but didn't have any other options. 

"The piece of shit could have at least taken my stuff out of the car, I had some important stuff in there." She looks around, her eyes linger on the onlookers. 

"Say, I know you don't know us, but would you like a ride somewhere? I don't know if you heard the broadcast they played earlier, but this thing is really serious." James asks, Peter immediately steps up.

"No way, James we don't know her, for all we know this whole thing with her boyfriend is an act, they could be trying to rob us." Mary seems offended but doesn't say anything. Peter is right, they don't know her, but everything in James is telling him he can't just leave her alone in some random gas station, especially with everything going on. 

"Oh, I don't want to put you out of your way, and your friend is right, you don't know me, and frankly the same can be said for me. No offense but I'm not super excited about the idea of getting into a car with two men I don't know." She says, eyeing the two of them wearily.

"Look... yeah I get that, but everywhere is crazy. This virus, it's dangerous, like it infects you, and in a few hours, you're dead. Then you come back a monster. I wouldn't want to get in a car with total strangers either, but those things won't just be in the cities, they'll leave to find more people, and a gas station is the perfect place to find them. I’m not going to pressure you, but I want you to know what is going on out there. Not to mention that normal people do dangerous things when everything is going to hell." He tells Peter to pull up their map and shows her the route, "This is where we are going, at any point you want we will drop you off somewhere, but it's just not safe to travel alone right now." She considers his points, she seems like she will say no still but she looks around again and at the end of the pumps she sees a woman who is extremely pale and sweaty. The woman tries to cough quickly into her shoulder, but Mary just sees her wipe blood from her mouth.

"Fine, I will go with you, but if you try anything," She points at him with well-manicured hands, her nails are sharp, "I will not hesitate to stab these into both of your eyes, as well as other places that would not be pleasant for either of us." James laughs and shows her to his car. Looking around Mary thinks she has made the right decision, the men inside the gas station are making their way outside and have been eyeing her from the inside of the building since her fight started. She doesn't want to imagine what she may have to deal with if she stayed. The new trio climbs into the car and checks and makes sure they have everything, " Well I don't have everything but that's not your fault."

"Is there anything you want to get?" James offers but she just shakes her head. She just wants to get the hell out of the gas station. The woman is worse and is practically lying on the ground. As well as the scary group who are now sitting around their cars downing several cans of beer, as well as lighting some cigarettes. Peter is quiet, he's not pleased that Mary is coming with them, but James ignores him. Finally pulling out of the gas station they drive for a few minutes in silence.

"There were sick people there, at the gas station," Peter says, "They looked like the people back in Brighton." Mary tells them about the woman at the end of the pumps, "I'm just glad to be back on the road." Suddenly there is a loud explosion behind them.

"What the hell was that?" James yells, keeping his eyes on the road, hands turning white around the steering wheel. Mary turns in her seat in the back.

"Holy shit." She turns back eyes wide, "That was the gas station." Peter looks at Mary and back at where the smoke is coming from. A large black cloud of smoke is billowing out from what was once the gas station.

"Good thing we left when we did then," He turns back in his seat, facing the road, "All three of us." James glances over at Peter, the blond avoids his eye, staying on the road but James is thankful for the words nonetheless. With their new supplies, a new passenger in the car, and a full tank of gas, the three of them go north. James just prays that they will be able to get to his parent's house. He also secretly prays that they are still alive, he hates that this is something that he's worried about. They just have to get there, then James will figure it out from there.

CH1 - CH3

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Its All Fun and Games Until Someone Gets Bit

Regulus pushes himself away from her and quickly gets to his feet. The woman clumsily gets to her feet, and this low animal-like growling sound escapes her mouth. She reaches out to him, trying to grab ahold of him, he staggers back. His mind is racing. He can hear in the distance other people screaming and shouting, as well as other sounds of explosions and crashing. Everything around him is going to shit all at once. He turns quickly and runs up the road, avoiding cars and people. He needs to get to Sirius' apartment, then they need to get out of the city. He doesn't completely understand what the hell is happening, but he knows that London isn't safe. He remembers that he has a phone and fishes it from his pocket quickly pressing his brother's contact.

Stories always have happy endings. This isn't a story, though; this is real life, and real life is shit.

Marauders zombie AU

Light pours into a light and airy room, the walls are white; there are hints of black and green throughout. Separating the white and making it more homely and less like a hospital. Regulus groans. He's woken up before his alarm again, grabbing his phone he checks the time.

7:47 AM

"Well, screw that." he drops his phone and can hear it fall somewhere. He would grab it, but he can't be bothered to get out of the warm cocoon of blankets he has created. He will just close his eyes until the alarm goes off and then he will find his phone.

Regulus curses at himself as he rushes out the front door of his apartment. He slept through the fucking alarm, and now he has only fifteen minutes to get to the dance studio. Less than ideal to say the least. He decides that the trains will take too long and elects to just sprint across town. He knows he will still be late, but maybe he will only be ten minutes late instead of thirty. Finally, coming up on the building, Regulus slows his sprint into a light jog. He feels far more relaxed now that he is actually in the building, the sounds of people practicing and perfecting the moves along with their music. He pushes the door open to the main rehearsal room and is greeted by his director.

"So glad you can join us Black, we were beginning to worry we would have to rehearse without both of our leads." She says to him. Regulus' eyes scan the room, and there is a severe lack of platinum, curly hair. "She called in saying that she wasn't feeling well, probably that bug that has been going around."

Without his dance partner, Pandora, Regulus' day is quite dull. Pandora has been his dance partner for the last three years, and Regulus couldn't have chosen anyone better than her to dance with. When he first met her he didn't like her, he thought she was odd. Well, he still thinks she's odd. She had this strange way of looking at the world, and she had insane theories, but she's Pandora. That's just how she is. Many would probably look at them and think they are a couple, but they couldn't be more wrong. Regulus and Pandora are best friends, that's it. She is the first person who actually understood him. He has other friends who are very dear to him, but none understand him like Pandora. 

Regulus goes through his routine a couple of times that morning and has to make do with someone from the ensemble; she's a capable dancer, but no one is quite as graceful as his best friend. At some point during the morning one of the dancers has to go home because she just about collapsed while rehearsing with a fever. Aside from that, the morning dragged on, and Regulus counted the minutes until he could leave for lunch.

Once the time for lunch came around, Regulus practically sprinted out the front doors into the street. He expected there to be someone to shout at him, but the roads around him were quiet, and there were far too few people for downtown London. Though unsettling, Regulus didn't think much of it. Maybe he had forgotten a holiday or something. He hoped that since there were not any people out in the streets maybe the coffee shop he planned on going to wouldn't be busy for a change. Walking down the eerily quiet roads, the few people that he did pass looked at him wearily and would quickly pass him. Regulus was used to people looking at him, he was aware that his looks were, though what people would call attractive, quite haunting. He was pale and had sharp features; along with piercing blue-grey eyes, he had black hair that contrasted his face and made him look paler if that was actually possible. 

Regulus quickly steps into the coffee shop, and the smell of grounds fills his nose. Pandora makes fun of him for needing to have a coffee every day for lunch, but he thinks she isn't allowed to talk because, though not coffee, she has to have a tea every day with her lunch. Regulus feels strange being here without her since they always eat together and then go back to the studio to practice for another hour. He steps up to the ordering counter and gets his usual drink and a sandwich. He stands to the side while waiting for his order and finally looks around the shop. He has never seen it so empty. There are only a small handful of people scattered around; all with their eyes glued to the small television on the wall in a corner. Regulus only glances at it and can tell that the news is playing. He decides to send Pandora a text. He goes to take a picture of the almost empty shop, but he stops when he looks at what the television says.

ANARCHY IN THE STATES 

The United States is in complete lockdown after a strange and deadly pathogen appeared seemingly overnight. 

The television quickly cuts to what Regulus believes is a street somewhere in New York City. It is live footage of people running around frantically, and things are on fire. Regulus scoffs to himself; Americans are always lighting things on fire. He looks closer at the people, some of them seem to be trying to grab the others running around them. They look very unwell and are lethargic. The barista calls his name and Regulus swiftly grabs his order. Glancing at the barista, he notices that they look ill and are covered in sweat; they look like they could fall over on the spot. Regulus briefly wonders if that person could possibly have the same illness that is on the news. Looking back at the television, showing a man being attacked by another person, attempting to push them off of him; the attacker grabs the man's arm and sinks their teeth into his arm. A terrible scream fills the coffee shop, and Regulus has to look away from the sight. One of the other customers in the shop gags and faces always from the television. Regulus' eyes wander back to the barista who in the few minutes that he had looked at them, looks even worse and is having to lean against the counter to hold themselves up. He decides that lunch can wait and puts the sandwich into his backpack. He takes a gulp of the coffee and burns his tongue and throat. He steps out of the shop and back into the street and there are even fewer people than before. He has a little bit longer than he normally has before he needs to be back at the studio, so decides to pay his brother, Sirius, a visit. 

The streets are eerily empty for London at lunchtime. Only a few people quickly walking past looking over their shoulders. Regulus feels uneasy but tries to not think too much about what he saw on that television in the cafe. Crazy things were always happening across the ocean in the States. Just last week, Regulus had heard an outlandish story from over there that made his head hurt. Whatever that was is probably isolated in certain cities like New York and maybe LA, but the chances of it being all the way across the world in Europe were low. Then Regulus hears an ear-piercing, blood-curdling scream from behind him.

Behind Regulus are two people, a man, and a woman. The man has this haunting look to him. It reminds Regulus of those pictures people took in Victorian times; the people would take photos of their dead loved ones while they all sat around them. The reason those photos are so creepy is because you can always tell who is dead, and right now, Regulus can tell the man is dead. The thing is, the man is moving. He's more than moving. He's chasing the woman. He's about to step in and help this girl until the man grabs her arm, sinks his teeth into her arm, and pulls a chunk from her arm. The scream that the woman lets out is the most terrifying sound Regulus has ever heard. He stumbles back as the man continues to tear into this woman, eating her alive. A few feet away Regulus hears a groaning, near is a woman lying on the ground. He runs over to her to help her get away from the gruesome scene not far up the street. 

"Hey! You gotta get up." He crouches next to her, "I don't know what's going on, but it isn't safe, you can't stay here." He grabs her hand to help her up, but she just leans into him. She clearly has a fever, her body feels like a furnace.

"Jesus Christ, are you okay? You need to get to a hospital." He looks around to see if someone might drive by to give them a ride. Just up the road, there is a car, but it swerves erratically until it drives straight into the building across the street from Regulus. He turns his face away from the wreak shielding his face and the girl next to him. Shards of glass fly past them, cutting Regulus' cheek. He goes to help the woman to her feet, but her body is limp next to him, and behind him, the man seems finished with the woman he attacked and is making his way slowly over to them. 

"Okay, you really need to get up, lady. Something is seriously wrong!" He shouts, but she doesn't move. Until her arm twitches slightly. Regulus gets his hopes up until her eyes open and he realizes that whatever is happening with the man creeping closer to them has happened to this woman. She's dead. 

Regulus pushes himself away from her and quickly gets to his feet. The woman clumsily gets to her feet, and this low animal-like growling sound escapes her mouth. She reaches out to him, trying to grab ahold of him, and he staggers back. His mind is racing. He can hear in the distance other people screaming and shouting, as well as other sounds of explosions and crashing. Everything around him is going to shit all at once. He turns quickly and runs up the road, avoiding cars and people. He needs to get to Sirius' apartment, then they need to get out of the city. He doesn't completely understand what the hell is happening, but he knows that London isn't safe. He remembers that he has a phone and fishes it from his pocket quickly pressing his brother's contact. The phone rings, rings, and rings until.

"Hey! I missed your call, leave a message, and I can get back to you later. Although, if it is important just text me because I never actually check voicemails." The prerecorded message ends and the beep sounds. 

"Sirius, for once in your life pick up the damn phone and call me back, I don't know what the hell is going on, but we need to get out of the city. Maybe go to James' parent's place, they're out of the city. Just somewhere not in London! I'm heading to your place now, text me back or call me, anything! See you soon." Regulus hesitates before ending his message, "And I uh- be safe." He turns off his phone and continues running in the direction of where Sirius lives. When Sirius was apartment hunting a few months ago he was very adamant that he and his boyfriend needed to live somewhere near all the good bars and shops. He claimed that that is where all life is. In reality, Sirius is just picky and likes expensive things. Regulus is now cursing his brother because he was right about the area being where life was. Where it was. Now, all there is crashed cars and frantic people, as well as the dead attacking others.

Ahead of him is his brother's building, he quickly runs inside, closing the door behind him. He locks the door and steps back. The sounds are muffled now, but he can see all the people running in all directions and plenty of people getting attacked. Regulus scrambles his way up the stairs to his brother's floor. The building is quiet. He almost slips on one of the steps and realizes why. He's stepped into blood that's dripping from the landing a few steps ahead, and on that landing is a man. He's clearly dead. His eyes are open just gazing lifelessly into the distance. Regulus has to suppress bile that builds up in his throat and creeps around the dead body. He doesn't want to stick around long enough to find out if that man is planning on coming back. Finally getting to Sirius' apartment he fumbles with the spare key that Sirius gave him, his hands shaking, and goes to go into the apartment, but the door is already unlocked, and not just unlocked, but also open slightly. Regulus' stomach feels like it's in his throat, he suddenly imagines his brother and his boyfriend stalking around the apartment just waiting for someone to have the misfortune of picking this apartment to hide in. They wait to sink their teeth into- He quickly clears his head and pushes into the apartment. 

"Sirius? Remus?" He shouts, there is no answer, "Are you guys home?" There is still no response. Trying to push away the many thoughts going through his head, Regulus quickly sweeps the apartment and finds no one. Sirius and Remus aren't here. The place looks normal, nothing is broken, and all their clothes and food are still there. They probably went out somewhere. Regulus tries calling both Sirius and Remus, but neither of them answers. He steps over to the windows that overlook the streets below, all the mayhem is still going on. Up in the sky, Regulus can see smoke coming from multiple different directions and half a dozen military planes fly past the building shaking the windows. Down the street, he can see men in uniforms running through the streets, shooting at the attackers. There are so many of them now. More of them than living people. Regulus steps away from the windows and falls back onto the couch. The world is ending, and he's alone. He doesn't know where his brother is, and the dead have literally come to life and are attacking people. Regulus can't breathe. How can this be happening? All of this is crazy! People getting ill, dying, and then coming back as bloodthirsty monsters is completely mental. The more Regulus thinks the more he thinks that this is just one fucked up dream and he's about to wake up any minute, his alarm is going to go off, and he won't be late for work. He sits there for a long time waiting. He doesn't wake up. This is really happening. He wants to cry. What the hell is he supposed to do? He looks around the apartment and thinks. If Sirius and Remus are out there, they could already be dead. He hates the thought. Then he realizes that if something ever happened, they would go north, that's where James' parents live. The Potters have a sizable home out in the country, far from other people. It would be one of the safest places during all of this madness. Sirius will go to James first. He tries not to feel hurt by the idea but would rather his brother be alive outside the city with his best friend than still in this city looking for him. 

Down below, the streets are still loud with gunshots and shouting. He debates grabbing a few things and then leaving immediately but decides against it. Leaving now while all that fighting is going on could be a death wish. Not only could he get attacked by those corpses, he could get shot. Though he doesn't like the idea he decides to stay in his brother's apartment for the night and leave in the morning for the Potter's home. He realizes that it has already been several hours since he left the studio for lunch. He pulls out the sandwich that he didn't eat earlier and tries to eat some of it. His appetite is completely gone, but he forces himself to eat. On top of everything happening, he doesn't want to be hungry. 

He looks through the kitchen cabinets and pulls things that he could easily carry without spoiling, this is when he finds out that the power is out. The fridge is off, and none of the lights work. Regulus looks through the closet too, looking for any clothes that may fit him, or even anything that Sirius or Remus would miss. Sirius' leather jacket is hanging in the closet. Sirius would be devastated if he couldn't get this back, it was one of the first few things he got after he left their parent's home, and it's covered in multiple different patches from different artists and bands that Sirius has loved over the years. He grabs it and pulls it on. It is slightly too big for him, but it's embarrassingly comforting to wear. He grabs a few shirts and some of Remus' sweaters. While rummaging through the closet, shoved in the back there is an aluminum bat. Regulus doesn't even know where this bat came from since neither Remus nor Sirius plays any sports, but he isn't about to complain and grabs it. He may need something to protect himself from those...things. 

Satisfied with what he found he brings everything back out to the living room and sets up a makeshift bed on the couch. Something about sleeping in their bed seems wrong. It's dark outside now, but none of the shooting has stopped. The entire city seems like it has no power, only a few places illuminated by what Regulus has to guess are fires. He locks the door to the hall and settles onto the couch. After several hours of trying he finally falls asleep.

CH2

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This is not finished(not anywhere close actually lol), but yeah. Gimme feedback please!!!

Where in a world without quirks, one boy gets powers and has to traverse New York Cities crime pool.

Or or where Izuku is still a dork, but he’s the one and only Spider-Man.

Flying through the streets of New York City will never get old to Izuku, the rush of getting close to the ground and catching himself at the last minute. He lives for it. Now, if his mother ever found out that it was him who was under this mask, she would probably murder him. Inko Midoriya doesn’t have a violent bone in her body, but she would make an exception for finding out her son has been putting himself in life-or-death situations every night. He prays she never finds out. He doesn’t want anyone to know, well, anyone but one person that is. In Izuku’s defense though he didn’t plan on telling Katsuki either. He kinda just figured it out. Not that Izuku is complaining though, he enjoys getting to banter with the boy over the earpiece that they instead into his mask. The line is silent right now though. He hates it. It’s too quiet without Katsuki’s loud demands. They can't risk the league tracking him though, or finding where Katsuki is, Izuku could handle the league finding him, but if they found Katsuki and did something, Izuku would never forgive himself. Not only for being reckless but also for bringing Katsuki into this. 

Swinging from the tall buildings of New York, Izuku perches on a close building to get a vantage point over the city. A crackling voice comes over his earpiece.

“Where are you?” The familiar voice echoes over the line. He’s not supposed to be live right now, it’s too dangerous.

“What are you doing, I thought it was too dangerous to keep the line open?”

“Shut up, it is actually important when you keep disappearing off my map.” The voice says, faking annoyance, but Izuku has known him long enough to look past the obvious facade, Kacchan was worried. That's never good, if Kacchan is worried, it is actually important. In the background, there is a distant beeping that keeps cutting in and out, what the hell is that? “You need to get back here right now. I don't know what is happening, but-“ The line cuts out.

“Kacchan?” Izuku says, no response, “Kacchan!” Still no response, then off in the distance there is a loud explosion. Instinctually, he quickly shoots a web to a nearby building, swinging off towards the explosion, an awful feeling pooling up in his stomach. The cars below are zipping by, and the onlookers awe and point at him; Izuku doesn’t even notice them. Getting closer to the explosion, as the scenery gets more familiar, the feeling in his gut is getting heavier and heavier every second. The streets he has been walking his whole life are flying past him in a blur. He was so stupid to think nothing could happen here. Once Izuku lands in front of the half-collapsed burning building his heart drops. That’s Kacchan’s building. 

Kacchan is in that building. This building is on fire and about to completely collapse. Kacchan is in there. How many civilians live there? Kacchan could be hurt. Is it too late to even go in there, what's left of the building has 20 minutes tops before it is nothing more than a pile of rubble. Where is Kacchan.

“Oi! Spider-man!” Someone shouts in Izuku’s ear. The boy jumps and looks at the owner of the voice. It’s a police officer, he stares at Izuku expectantly, “You going in? We can’t safely send anyone in there. The whole thing is about to go down.” 

Izuku quickly regains as much composure as he can muster, “Of-Of course I am, just need a second.” He takes a few quick breaths, his hands won't stop shaking. Why are his hands shaking? He’s not scared, is he? No, that can't be it. He just has too much adrenaline right now, that's it! 

“No offense, but you don’t exactly have the time to take a breather.” The officer says, running his hand across his face. Izuku scoffs at the remark. He has just come all the way here from about an hour away in 20 minutes, and he has the audacity to tell him that he can't take a couple breaths? Izuku shakes the annoyance and runs as fast as he can into the burning building. It’s a tall building, and several of the bottom floors are still intact; filled with smoke sure, but mostly unscathed. Izuku clears as many apartments as quickly as he can, directing stragglers to the exit. The higher up he goes the more smoke there is. Katsuki had the idea of installing filters around his nose and mouth in his mask, he really wished that he had done that right now. Even though the mask the smoke burns his eyes and throat. He finally encounters his first floor with fire and the heat is almost unbearable. He shouts out into the fire waiting for it to call back to him. And then there it is, a small cough.

Izuku follows the sound and finds a young boy huddled in a corner behind a couch, “Hey! I’m here to help you, okay?” This kid can't be older than eight, his brown wavy hair covered in soot, “What’s your name, huh?”

“Peter,” The boy says in a quiet, raspy voice.

“Hey Peter, I’m Spider-Man, how about I get you out of here, yeah?” Izuku asks, holding his hand out to Peter. The boy quickly takes it and Izuku leads him around the fire and fallen support beams. The whole building is groaning around them and the hairs on the back of Izuku’s neck rise. He pushes Peter ahead of him as a giant piece of metal falls between them. The boy shouts and Izuku calms him, “Hey, don't worry, I am right here. I need to go upstairs okay? Do you think you can go down the stairs and outside for me?” Peter looks like he wants to protest going alone, “I know it's scary right now, it's okay to be scared! I’m terrified right now!

“You’re scared?” Peter shouts over the roaring fire.

“Of course I am scared! I’m terrified!” Izuku smiles, “But I have a job to do, and so do you! You need to run downstairs and go find your aunt!” Izuku realizes that he knows this kid, he and his aunt live here. Katsuki’s parents have babysat him a time or two for the women. Peter seems a little more sure of himself now, but he pauses. Izuku is about to physically take the kid outside himself.

“Can I ask you something?” Peter asks, “Could I…Could I be like you? A Hero?”

Peter can't see it, but Izuku smiles beneath his mask, “Of course you can! Peter Parker, you can be a hero!” Izuku shouts, Peter seems pleased with the response and finally runs down the stairs. Izuku sighs with relief and focuses himself again. There are probably still people in this building who are trapped, they still need his help. Rushing up another flight of stairs he quickly sweeps the area and reaches the final apartment on this floor. He goes to open the door, but the door is jammed. He tries to slam into it to force it open but it hardly moves. From the other side, he can hear shouting, a man's voice.

“Hey! What’s blocking the door?” Izuku shouts, from the other end of the door he can barely understand what they are saying, there’s two of them. Something about debris, “I need you guys to try and move that stuff!” He hopes they can hear him. There is shuffling from the other side and a shout, louder than the first, it is a woman this time.

“We tried, we can't move it on our own! It’s jammed!” She shouts, Izuku curses, the building is still groaning around him, and he probably doesn’t have enough time to go outside and climb up to a window. There is still an option, though. It’s risky.

“Okay, okay! I have an idea, but I need you both to step away from the door, this might bring part of the ceiling down!” Izuku waits a moment, hoping the pair are far enough away from the danger zone. He takes a deep breath and shoots two webs on both sides of the door. He secures his hold on the webs and plants his feet firmly, getting a good footing. Well, here goes nothing. With all the strength Izuku can muster, he pulls. He can hear the door frame splinter, and he pulls harder. There are so many sounds around him he can't tell if he’s hearing the door or the whole building crumble. With another good pull, the door breaks through the doorframe, completely destroying it. The door comes flying towards Izuku, he catches it and throws it to the side. He scrambles over the piece of ceiling and supports and is met with familiar, piercing, red eyes. The air gets caught in his throat, and coughs uncontrollably. He fails to gain any composure and looks again. How did he not realize what apartment he was at? He’s been here hundreds of times. Katsuki’s mother stares at him concerned, she has a cut on her hairline, it doesn’t look serious, but it’s bleeding a decent amount. 

“Hey, kid, you okay? You didn't pull something did you?” She asks.

Izuku shakes his head, “No, Mitsuk- Ma’am! No! I’m-I’m okay!” He internally curses himself, he’s Spider-Man right now! Not Izuku Midoriya, he needs to act like it. Mitsuki gives him a funny look, and then her eyes widen.

“Izuku? Izuku have you lost your damn mind?” She shouts, eyes frantic, “Please tell me that this isn’t you Izuku, oh my god.” She paces, “Are you crazy?! This whole building is about to come down on us, and you are stupid enough to run in here? Does your mother know?” Masaru tries to calm his wife but she slaps his hand away, “Misaru, now is not the time,” She turns to Izuku with even more furry than before, only the type of furry a mother can muster, “You better take that mask off this instant, Izuku or I swear to god.”

“I-I don't know what you are talking about m-ma’am but I can't do that, being anonymous and all that.” Izuku shouts over all the sounds around them, “Listen, we don't have time for this! I need to get both of you out of here, this whole building is going to go any minute, I’ve wasted too much time already!” Mitsuki glares at him and points to the side of his head.

“Izuku, I know it's you, there is a hole in your mask, and I can see your hair!” She shouts, “Just take the mask off,” She pauses, “We can't get to Katsuki!” If it had been any other time Izuku would have protested, but the mention of Katsuki immediately brought him to attention.

“What do you mean you can't get to Kacchan?” He doesn’t bother hiding his identity right now, that's the least of his worries right now. Glancing around he only now notices the lack of the loud blond.

“That half of the building has completely collapsed, we tried shouting for him but either we couldn’t hear him or he didn’t respond,” Masaru says, pointing in the direction of Katsuki’s bedroom with shaking hands. Izuku follows his hands, and his eyes fall onto a wall of rubble. His heart sinks. Suddenly the mask around his face is too tight, and he can't breathe. Hastily his shaking hands pull off his mask. That didn’t help, all he does is remove the small barrier between him and the smoke. He coughs violently from the smoke inhalation. The sound of something crashing across the hall in another apartment breaks him from whatever moment he’s having and he forces himself to focus. Kacchan’s parents are still here, they need to leave right now. 

“I need you two to leave now!” Mitsuki looks like she is about to protest but Izuku cuts her off, “No! I’m being serious! This whole place is about to go down, I promise I will get to him, but I need to know you two will be safe!”

“Izuku you know there is no way in hell I am leaving this building while my son is trapped in that pile of rock!” Mitsuki shouts. Izuku makes quick eye contact with Masaru, he pleads with the man for him to take the two of them out of the building, Masaru holds his gaze and glances at his wife. His eyes linger in the direction of where presumably his son is and quickly grabs Mitsuki’s hands, “Masaru let go of me!” The blond tries to break her husband’s grip but Masaru is stronger than he looks.

“Promise me you will get to him!” Masaru shouts, Izuku's eyes are wide but he nods, that's probably the loudest thing he’s ever heard the man say. Let alone authoritative. Masaru seems satisfied with Izuku’s not and hastily drags his wife to the door.

“No! Masaru let go of me! I am not leaving!” Masaru struggles to get Mitsuki over the pile of rubble in front of their door but he eventually gets both of them over it, Mitsuki shouting and kicking the whole time, “No, stop it! I am not leaving until I find my son!” 

Her face is frantic and full of fear and in a split second, he breaks free from Masaru’s grip and climbs her way back into her apartment, rushing to Izuku’s side moving rocks, “What are you doing? You need to get the hell out of here!”

“I am not leaving my son here alone!” She shouts moving a huge chunk of rock, Izuku is taken aback by the sudden show of strength, “If your mother was here and this was you, she would be doing the same thing. And I would help her.” Izuku wants to protest but soon Masaru is on the other side of him moving rubble to the side as well. He knows he can't stop them. He hates it but he allows them to help move cement and metal beams until there is an opening that he can squeeze through.

“I can squeeze through that opening! Now, please go!” Izuku shouts over the sound of fire that he hopes isn’t blocking the exit.

“Absolutely not!” Mitsuki shouts searching through the opening and trying to see anything, Izuku pulls her back gently.

“Mitsuki, please! I promise I’ll get him! But he would never forgive himself if something happened to the two of you because you stayed to help him!” He pleads with her, examining the hole, it would be a tight fit but he could make his way through it, “I’ll get him I promise.” Mitsuki stares at him, she looks like she’s going to push him aside and climb through herself, going against everything screaming in her body to run to her boy, she nods.

“You better get my brat!” She says, stepping away from the opening. Izuku gives her a look that says ‘thank you’ and instructs them on the safest way out of the building. Mitsuki hesitates for a moment longer before forcing herself to run out the broken door and down the hall, Masaru not far behind her. Izuku sighs grateful that they are finally going somewhere safe and quickly brings his focus back to the task at hand. Get to Kacchan. He climbs through the open they made and crawls on his stomach. The space is small and claustrophobic, he would be completely screwed if he had to turn around midway since that would be physically impossible. Izuku focuses on his breathing, he can't focus on that right now, right now, he needs to get to Kacchan and get him out of this death trap.

He crawls a little more to a space in the rubble where he can at least sit up and look around. He shouts Katsuki’s name as loud as he possibly can, hoping to hear the blond shout back. For a long time, there is nothing, nothing but a loud roaring. That’s when he hears it, a small groan. Izuku follows the sound and crawls to the source. An immediate sigh of relief leaves his body when he sees the back of a blond head, “Kacchan!” He shouts, quickly pulling to Katsuki’s side.

“Izuku?” He groans at him, “What the fuck are you doing? Are you crazy, this whole building is going to come down any second!” 

Izuku scoffed, “I couldn’t just leave you here Kacchan! I had to fight tooth and nail to get to you, and I…I couldn’t just leave you here!” He tried to lead the blond to the exit but Katsuki didn’t budge and shouted in pain.

“Fucking idiot, be careful!” Katsuki shouts he glares at Izuku, “Where the hell is your mask, has anyone seen you?”

“It’s a long story Kacchan, it was the only way I could focus after running into your parents and-“ Katsuki cuts him off.

“My parents? Where are they? Are they okay?” The blond grabs Izuku’s arm, his grip is tight and his eyes are more concerned than Izuku has ever seen them. Izuku nods.

“Your mom tried to body me out of the way to come get you herself but I eventually got them to leave. They should be out of the building by now. They are safe Kacchan.” Izuku examines the rubble on top of Katsuki, underneath the rock is another one of those metal support beams; the red staining Katsuki’s shirt confirms Izuku’s fear. He gives the blond a worried look, “Kacchan what happened?”

“I don't know, shit, I was talking to you and suddenly the line cut out, I thought maybe you had gone out of range and that-“ Katsuki pauses, taking deep pained breaths, “And that’s why you kept disappearing off my map, but then there was a loud explosion and suddenly I’m under an entire building.” Izuku nods, he’s glad Katsuki is still talking but he’s losing a lot of blood even with the metal beam in his abdomen blocking the opening, if he had gotten here earlier then he might have had more time to move the blond. His face is pale and his whole body is shaking, “Oi, nerd!” Katsuki is glaring at Izuku, all be it a weak glare, “Get the hell out of here! Don’t worry about me.”

Izuku had been looking around for anything to cut this beam, rounds on Katsuki, “Are you insane? You’re joking, right? Kacchan, never in a million years am I going to leave you here to die! Where you go I go right? You are here, so that's where I am. I can't believe you would ever ask that of me!” Izuku is fuming, how could Katsuki say that, leaving Kacchan behind? Never in a million years, “I wouldn’t be able to do any of this without you! All of this!” He gestures to the suit, “All of this is because of you, Spider-Man wouldn’t have been able to fully be Spider-Man without you!” He pauses, “I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.”

Katsuki seems conflicted, his face rotating through the whole range of emotions at once as he stares at Izuku. It makes his skin crawl, “Izuku, I’m being serious, you have to get the hell out of here. If I could I would shove you out the closest window I could find.

“They need you! No one would stand a chance against the league without you!” Katsuki shouts, wincing.

“Kacchan I need you! When are you going to figure this out, I need you!” The other shouts back, “And I’ll be damned if I left you here, so for once put your stupid ego aside and let me help you!” Katsuki seems annoyed by the whole situation but reluctantly nods, Izuku visibly sighs in relief. He scans the area hoping that there is something, anything, he can use to cut the metal beam. His search becomes more frantic when Katsuki stays quiet. Izuku quickly rushes to Katsuki’s side again, the blond's eyes are closed and he has a deep scowl on his face, “Kacchan! Please keep your eyes open.”

“I’m not passed out calm your shit, I just needed a minute.” He opens his eyes, and his face shows indifference but his eyes have always been something Izuku could decode. Pain and fear, “Say, we never got around to adding that filtration system to the mask did we?” Katsuki asks, Izuku shakes his head, and the blond hums, “Yeah, that probably would have come in handy right now.” He says through wheezing breaths, “It’s hot as hell in here.”

“The building is on fire Kacchan, of course it's hot in here!” Izuku snaps, Katsuki stares at him, eyes wide in surprise.

“Damn, you have been spending too much time with me,” He half laughs.

“Kacchan this isn’t the time to be joking around, I am trying to find a way to save your life and there isn’t anything!” The boy shouts, “If I can't even save the person I…If I can't save you then how am I supposed to save an entire city?”

“Well, you can't save anybody if you are crushed under a building-“

“Not this again, Kacchan-“ Izuku starts, but Katsuki cuts him off.

“No, Izuku I am serious, you can't save everyone, that's just physically impossible, but I’d rather you miss one person instead of an entire city.” The two of them glare at one another. If this wasn’t a life or death situation this would be like their usual banter; back and forth, gunning for the last word.

“I don't give a shit about this stupid city if that one person means it's you I have to lose!” He shouts, “When are you going to get it into your head that you’re all that matters to me, all of this,” Izuku gestures to his suit again, “Is secondary, everything has always been secondary compared to you!” 

“That makes you an idiot, a complete and absolute idiot, Izuku,” Katsuki sighs, “I don’t know if this was purposeful but this building was targeted for some reason, if they somehow know that someone here is connected to you they did this purposefully to get back to you. They know that you would be reckless and sacrifice yourself for a stupid reason, they are using that to their advantage. Don’t let them win.” Izuku was trying to pay attention to Katsuki, but there was an irritating beeping coming from somewhere. He was looking around trying to identify the culprit, "Oi! Asshole I'm trying to get you to come to your senses, don't fucking ignore me!"

“Kacchan, shhh,” Izuku holds his hand out, looking around the small opening they are in.

“Don’t tell me what to do, damn-“ Izuku cuts Katsuki off with his hand over his mouth, Katsuki is quiet for about two seconds before he grabs Izuku’s wrist and rips his hand away from his face, “What the hell, Izuku, I should murder you right here and now.”

“Kacchan, shut up I hear something!” Izuku shouts the two of them sit in silence for a long period, the only sounds Izuku can hear are their shallow breaths and the beeping. Then the idea slaps Izuku in the face. There is another bomb. There is another bomb and it is close enough for him to hear it. Izuku has pretty great hearing because of the heightened senses but with the combination of the building trying to keep itself from collapsing, the fire, and the sirens, this thing would have to be pretty damn close, “There is a second one.” He says barely above a whisper.

“Hey, dumbass, a shit ton of noise around us, you cant whisper like that. What the hell do you hear?” Katsuki glares concerned. Izuku can feel how scared his face looks. There is a second bomb. There is a second bomb and he can't get Kacchan out. Oh god, I can't save him. 

“K-Kacchan, there’s a second bomb,” Izuku says a little louder, making eye contact with Katsuki. The blond's eyes grow wide and he curses under his breath.

“Are you sure?” He asks, “Izuku are you positive?” All Izuku does is nod, trying to figure out if there is anything he can do to get Kacchan out of there without disrupting his injury, which could cause him to bleed out if her can't get them out in time. Izuku almost resorts to pulling the giant metal beam out when the beeping quickens. All of the blood in Izuku’s face drains immediately. Everything feels like it is going in slow motion, the beeping is deafening. Without even thinking Izuku throws himself onto Katsuki’s body, cradling the blonds face from anything that could harm him. 

There is an intense hot wave of air around them, even through his tightly closed eyes he can see the bright light of an explosion. In a split second, the entire building comes down around the two of them. A large chunk of concrete slams into Izuku’s skull. The impact spot is on fire and Izuku can barely keep himself conscious. He can distantly hear Katsuki shouting something but his head feels like it's underwater and he’s losing air. God today has been so draining, he didn’t realize how exhausted he was until just now. What was he doing again? He can see Katsuki’s face close to his own. It’s covered in dust and soot, right above his eyebrow there is a small cut that is bleeding a little. Izuku frowns, what happened? Why is he hurt? Kacchan’s face is too pretty to be hurt. Izuku thinks he’ll just lay his head down for a second, his head is killing him. It only takes a few seconds before Izuku is completely unconscious.

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Everything is dark, there is only a minimal amount of light coming through the cracks in the concrete. Izuku’s head is fuzzy as he tries to look around. What the hell happened? He tries to sit up, but a sharp pain shoots through his entire back. He goes to turn his head to the side and can barely even do that. He can feel the weight of the whole building on top of him. What was he doing here? Why is he under a building? Izuku sits there trying to remember anything, any little detail that could jog his memory. He remembers an explosion and yelling. Familiar red eyes flash in his memory and Izuku immediately remembers where the explosion had been. Kacchan. Where was Kacchan? Did I get him out? Izuku sighs in frustration at his foggy memory, he can figure out the details later, right now, he needs to find a way out of here. Even though there is a little light peeking through, none of the holes are big enough for Izuku to look out from, let alone crawl through. The pain at the back of his skull is making it difficult to focus, he probably has a concussion, and that's why his head feels fuzzy. 

Something next to him catches his eye. Through the small beams of light, he can see fluffy blond hair. Blond hair. Kacchan has blond hair. A sudden burst of clarity washes over Izuku, he didn't get Kacchan out, he couldn’t. He was hurt, and Izuku couldn’t move him without risking the boy bleeding out before he got out of the building. There was a second bomb, that's how the building came down. There was a second bomb, and Izuku had thrown himself onto Katsuki to protect him. Izuku calls out to Katsuki. Nothing.

“Kacchan?” Izuku strains himself to pull himself a little closer to the blond. Why isn’t he responding? Izuku needs Katsuki to be okay, “Kacchan, please say something.” Izuku gets no response, not a single movement from his childhood best friend. This is when Izuku begins to panic, he doesn’t know what to do. They are both trapped under who knows how much rubble, and Katsuki isn’t responding. Izuku tries to prop himself on his arms but his hand slips from underneath him, he tries again, but they keep slipping. He glances down to see why he would be slipping and he immediately wishes that he hadn’t. It's blood, a lot of blood. His hands, arms and he’s sure his torso is covered in blood. Somehow Izuku knows whose blood it is, he just knows. He needs to find a way out of here right now, Kacchan is bleeding out and he doesn’t have any way of stopping it. The two of them are trapped under a building and Katsuki is bleeding out. Kacchan is bleeding out. In frantic breaths, Izuku looks around for anything. There are little beams of light, Katsuki’s apartment was near the top of the building, so by that logic, they shouldn’t be under too much rubble. Izuku has an idea, but he needs to be closer to Katsuki to not crush him.

Izuku’s back is still throbbing from the cold concrete weighing him down. If he could just scoot just a few inches closer to Katsuki then he could shield him from any falling rubble. He takes a few deep, labored breaths to prepare himself, this is going to hurt like hell. Even with his heightened healing. Izuku tries to move his foot around to see if there is anything he can get a footing on, he’s lucky to find a metal beam. He props his foot on the metal beam and tries to push himself forward. He can barely feel himself move, his back is shouting at him to stop but he can't. He’s almost there if he could just get a little more distance. With one last push, shouting in pain, Izuku is now close enough to Katsuki to get a clear look at the blond's face. 

He’s so pale, but Izuku can feel a pulse. That is enough to give Izuku the hope and strength he needs, he gives himself a few seconds to prepare himself for the next part of his plan. For all he knows there is only one or two large pieces of concrete above them, he can move that with no problem. Just lifting a building off his back, easy right? Izuku takes a deep breath and puts himself over the top of Katsuki. With the last bit of strength Izuku can muster he begins to push, he screams out in pain. The pressure on his spine is almost unbearable, and Izuku has to stop for a few minutes. It’s not long before he tries again, pushing through excruciating pain to move the building above him. 

Come on Izuku, just push, you are almost out of here. You are Spider-Man, start acting like it!

Izuku can feel himself starting to make progress, slowly the rubble above him begins to move and he can see more and more light flood into the small pocket they are trapped in. With each push, he can hear more and more sirens around him. With more steady pushes, concrete beginning to move more and more, and with one final push, Izuku throws the concrete slab to the side, freeing them. He looks up breathing heavily, for the first time in probably several hours there is finally open air above him. Quickly he drops to Katsuki’s side, with the new light, he can examine the blond. He looks even paler now and Izuku can clearly see the cut above his eyebrow. Without hesitation, Izuku quickly removes the metal beam lodged in Katsuki’s abdomen with care; the injury immediately begins bleeding even more. He immediately picks up the blond and makes his way to where all the police cars and ambulances are. 

As he makes his way out of the building, the entire crowd that had formed is silent as he walks to the closest doctor. Two paramedics are by his side quickly and help him carry Katsuki to an ambulance. He can feel all the eyes on him as he moves. 

“You need to get him to a hospital immediately, he was impaled by a support beam,” He says quickly, his mouth feels like it's been stuffed with cotton, “He’s-He’s lost a lot of blood, please get him to a hospital.” One of the paramedics says something to him but he doesn’t hear them. The whole world is spinning around him. He may have overdone it with the whole pushing a building off of his back. There is a face in his view, he thinks they are asking him if he’s okay, but there is a ringing in his ears so intense that all sound is being drowned out. Then there are familiar, comforting green eyes in front of him, “Mom?”

He thinks she says something, but he still can't hear anything. Izuku can feel himself losing his balance, someone’s arms catch him as he stumbles. There’s more shouting around him, but it is all distant again. This happened before, when the second bomb went off. Am I going to pass out again? He tries to keep his head up and himself awake, but with each second that is becoming increasingly difficult. You can’t let your guard down, not now, those bombs were planned, how do you know there isn’t a third one? There are probably hundreds of people here, can he save all of them? If there is a third bomb could he save all of them? He could barely save one person, how the hell is he supposed to get hundreds of people away? He loses his footing and falls to the ground completely. 

Get up! God damnit Izuku get up! 

He has no strength left in his body, and for the second time that day, Izuku’s vision goes black.

This would be a full chapter of this thing, but I need to do a little more planning before I put the rest of that here. I posted this on ao3 a while ago and forgot i had tumbler tbh and thought why not post this here! I have a different bakudeku thing I am working on that isn't for this storyline unfortunately, it will be a part of the canon timeline and a slow burn! Keep a look out for that!

My Ao3!

[hurtspideyparker]

Peter: Mr. Stark, I built the spider-drone!

Tony: That's my boy!

Peter: *falls to the ground in exhaustion*

Tony: That's, unfortunately, also my boy

DUM-E: *Drags Peter to the couch by the collar*

Tony: Huh, so that's how I keep ending up there

[marriedtonarcissablack]

of course the marauders were dickheads at the age of 11, they were having their midlife crisis

[heirof]

he forgot the script

[eggishere2005]

I wrote this in 2020 i was feeling a lot then and didn't know how to express it so i wrote it down.(I posted it on amino of all places 😭)

It's very jumbled and not the greatest but i honestly feel like this is still prominent today, especially after yesterday

[willgrahamscock]

[destiel-news-channel]

*gripping your shoulders and shaking you* you gotta promise me one thing, if nothing else. you have to promise me to live, do you hear me. and if it's for nothing else but spite, LIVE. donald trump wants you to feel defeated and alone. let's show him and all the americans who voted for him that we will not stay quiet, we will not be devided and we will LIVE. we will survive that 78-year old felon, we will OUTLIVE him. so please reach out to friends and family, reach out to each other and STAND TOGETHER.

PLEASE, LIVE!

[eggishere2005]

No matter what happens, I'm going to be me, and if something happens put me on the steps of the capital, then they can't ignore me

The way we win is to live, live with spite, live with love, live with anger, LIVE

They can take away my rights but they can never take away my fight

[quarryknightcosplayandcustoms]

[ariart0]

Another one request with Winter Au bkdk!

🐏❤️🐺

[eggishere2005]

I let it happen, I let the MCYT roleplay infect my brain again and surprise surprise it's another blond and the sassy homo that became unlikely frienemies

[squeeegs]

quick sketch from a thing im finishing later. toxic yaoi but if it was minecraft

[deepixeriii]

i love gay minecraft characters

[chamoemileclown]

i need to get this out of my system