it is every player's dream to wake up in the world of their otome game but not you, you're not the mc or the heroine of the game that was supposed to be you. in some twisted joke the universe decided for you — you get to live and survive the ruthless n109 zone where your main love interest resides.
── commissioned by @jamjyro
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִ content warnings. isekaid reader + nonmc + gun violence + depictions of disposing corpses + anxiety + coercion + blood + angst + there will be a part 2.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִ notes. hey you all, it's been a long time since the last time I've posted. thank you very much for the patience and the support that you had given me through this difficulties of my life. i'm still adjusting and little bit struggling. once again, thank you very much for still sticking in this ghosty blog of mine.
Bang!
Shots are fired. Followed by the familiar deafening sounds of heavy machine guns rolling outside and the screech of wheels. You jolted awake that you almost roll and fall from your makeshift bed. What the hell is happening at this hour and in broad daylight? That was expected cause you live in the N109 Zone but you were still not used of the people here exchanging bullets.
But why? Why here? You want to scream in frustration as you crawled in the floor of the building you decided to be your base, a temporary home after being isekaid in a game that you play every single day. It's almost unhealthy from how you obsessed with it and then when you wanted to quit, you got thrown inside the game. What a stroke of luck. Funny. Ha-ha. The game fucking sent you to the unforgiven land of N109 Zone. How the hell can you survive when you got the survival skill of a hamster.
It was going to be fine if you possessed the body of your MC that you spent hours customizing to look like you or somewhat closer to what you look like and only to stare at a mirror and see your real life reflection cluelessly staring.
You spent the first hour agonizing on how you can survive. Thinking how nice if you have a somewhat useful Evol but you don't. You were fucked. You were clueless in where you are at first when you woke up in the middle of the road at first.
No clue in your surroundings until the gunshots came and the angry shouts. Superfucked. And that’s when you realized you were in the N109 Zone. Ultra duper superfucked. The tall buildings, moldy walls in the dark alleyways and there was some sort of shadows lurking in the walls.
It was hard for your first days. You were cold and hungry. Exhausted and clueless on where to start until you remembered Elysium. The place were information are exchanged and under the protection of Sylus.
Yeah, Sylus. Your main in the game and you didn't know what to feel. Knowing that you're not your MC and realized that MC is probably the custom avatar of the game. A far cry from your supposed MC or you. Technically you were MC when you're playing but this time you are not. You were starting to believe that you are not truly MC which is true.
Enough of that, if you want to survive you better start relying on your own and learn a few tricks to save your ass. You don't want to die in a foreign land, let alone a land in a fictional game that you're currently in.
You were about to embark in a journey when you remember you didn't have a trade. Elysium was for intelligent information, assassination and trade of arms and other illegal stuff and you don't do illegal. You can't even handle a gun or pull a pin on a grenade. Hacking? Not a plausible idea. You were only good at organizing documents in a computer.
You stopped in your tracks. Careful at your surroundings, your shoulders slump as you agonize on what trade you can offer in exchange for some lump sum of money or shelter or food or all of the above. You were good as a dead meat. You badly want to cry until a light bulb appeared in your head.
The game was basically your manual on how to survive the game or how to live in the N109 Zone. Although people like you won't survive long. It's either to rise in the ashes or drown in the murky waters.
You already finished the main story, starting from Sylus first appearance which made your heart go thump-thump and spent money that almost your whole salary in a month. You read the anecdotes, his myth. You knew everything about him. His personal life and his connection with MC and how he rules the N109 Zone. Onychinus was the top of the hierarchy here. You know how the Elysium operates so that's what you're going to do. Exchange some information about the future canon events that is yet to happen.
The problem is — it was suspicious. You can't really crash in Elysium and tell Aislinn, the bartender about it. Knowing she directly reports to Sylus and the reality that you weren't your MC — you were surely going to end up with a gun to your head. A stranger revealing secrets, it wasn't a ideal way but you really want to live and that weighs more than anything than the fear and so, standing in front of the Elysium — you entered with death’s hand at your shoulder.
For the better, it turned out good. You didn't reveal anything, someone beat you to the punch of revealing and opportunity opened up to you. Even the N109 Zone was lawless and chaotic, some gangs and organizations really didn't want to leave trace of the transactions that occurred in the hidden areas or the docks and warehouses that the deals takes place.
One of the patrons were looking for someone who can take care of that and you volunteered without a second thought. Your safety will be compromised with that line of work but they only is to keep your mouth shut and deal with the bloodied mess — you took it without hesitation. It was rare for someone to take that but you really need money to start or provide yourself with some basic needs and thus, you ended up in your current situation.
Bullets are flying everywhere and you're going to end up as a casualty if you don't move. You grabbed the classic Smith and Wesson handgun you keep even you don't know how to use it but only when the times comes you need to protect yourself. You didn't know it will come to this point.
You intentionally picked this place for your base. It was the abandoned place far from the chaos of the main zone and it wasn't really ideal for wars because it was very far and the terrain wasn't that good. Broken concrete roads and it can be really hot in the mornings. The surrounding buildings are covered with moss and the fauna was slowly taking over. It wasn't ideal for you to live in the area but it provides safety except now.
A stray bullet pierced to a glass window near you. The glass shatters as it broke and falls near your feet. Without a second thought you immediately crawl. Grabbing the small bag you keep under your bed when you need to run immediately. You grip it tightly as you stand up and bolted away from where you are. The building was still sturdy but the previous gang wars and the Chronorift Catastrophe left it to be abandoned like the other surrounding buildings.
As you descended from the stairs, you held the gun close to you. Your fingers finds the hammer of the gun and hearing the familiar click, you swallowed hardly. Tapping your varsity jacket pockets to check if you have the extra magazines in case you need to reload if you — you hope not, you have to fire in case of self defense.
God, why must you be transported in such a hostile place. You would accept to wake up in a hospital — preferably Akso Hospital and be declared as someone who had amnesia and is truly clueless of what's happening and maybe you can get a glimpse of Dr. Zayne.
You could have gone to Linkon City but you didn't have an identity with you and getting out of N109 Zone needs a special entrance and exit to be granted in order for a individual to leave. The No Hunting Zones was also a way to leave but there's a reason why it was a no hunting zone. It crawls with Wanderers and as a civilian with no Evol, there's a higher chance of you being butchered or succumb to the Flux Nexus.
You're basically a NPC in this world and that sucks more than anything. Where you isekaid here because your main was Sylus? A deepspace tunnel opened and it brought you here. You didn't want to know. It was really disheartening that you have to be here because your main was Sylus. It wasn't like you were hating him or being disappointed. You were basically thrown in a den of lions.
Somehow you managed to survive on your own by being the lackey or you like to call yourself, a cleaner for some of the powerful organizations. You have learned how to remove bloodstains without a trace. The bodies were taken care of by whoever availed your services to clean. You make sure the scene of the crime were spotless as if nothing happened and it was just the same cold and moldy warehouse or alley.
Anyways if you can't get out of this mess, you can kiss your life goodbye.
A sudden burst of adrenaline pumping in your veins made you maneuver the steep stairs and crumbly walls with such ease. Your palm sweaty as it slides in the cold railing. Your body felt like iron as you bump in the walls at every sharp turn. Not bad, self. You want to pat yourself in the back for being able to do such things at your plump stature. You feel like the main protagonist from the movie you used to watch and was it the reason you were here in the N109 Zone? You got the prowess for combat? Such tall tales and that was later proven wrong.
You were good at evading not fighting. That's what you're currently doing right now and you almost let out a breath of relief as you pushed the door in the ground floor. Stumbling in the process as your two feet became unsynchronized. A bullet flew right by and it almost sent you tumbling backwards. You badly want to cry. You're not really built for this.
It seems that your escape route hasn't been intercepted and they're far away from it. You can just run and go for it. Except when you're about to breakthrough — out of the corner in your eye — you caught the glimpse of him.
Sylus.
You can't be mistaken. It was hard to miss him. His name was spoken in whispers. In harsh words and in contempt because there's nothing more cruel than the one who rules the N109 Zone. The leader of Onychinus.
You avoided Sylus nor get involved with him. A civilian or rather a powerless human being in his world cannot survive and you cannot risk making enemies at the same time. You kept a low profile in the duration of your stay.
But to see your main love interests breathing and fighting his enemies in flesh made your chest bloom with warmth. The screen was your boundary between him and you. It was the closest you can ever have him. Pressing your fingertips in the cold screen of your phone and hope you can feel his warmth and hoped he can feel yours too.
He was so close and yet, out of your reach.
Suddenly, you were glued in the floor. Your body refusing to move despite your mind screaming for you to run off. Your legs are frozen. You cannot get involved with him. MC exists in this world andthey were destined for each other. He's waiting for her and you left that with the game's dynamics.
The sound of heavy rifles being loaded and the static ringing in the area and Sylus, there wasn't even much of a tremble or quiver in his movements. He was precise and calculated as he draws his gun. Easily replacing it with a new magazine. His dark glasses perched on his nose. He slides the rack before the sound of gunshot fills the air.
Wait, it's morning. Sylus should be asleep at this time and was only active in the night. Does this means he was overwhelmed and clearly ambushed? You run towards a nearly dilapidated beam. Assessing the situation and when you got a closer look, you notice the damp part of his dark collared shirt.
It wasn't visible but with the morning light and his movements that sways his leather jacket, you can see it. You remembered that Sylus can heal himself but he still get wounded and to get that wound — it must be deep for him to heal properly and he's currently bleeding under his clothes.
You did say you weren't going to get involved the moment you realized you weren't MC. Such matters would have sucked and in the time of care you deeply felt for him. Love will get you killed. Indifference will save you. That was the reason you survived upon being isekaid in the lawless land of N109 Zone.
Alas the moment you had fallen in love with Sylus that even the tiniest voice concern of why you shouldn't save someone just because they were in danger or rather they were the danger, it didn't matter.
Arriving at a resolution, you raised your gun. Pointing at him with a slight tremor in your arm and your palms sweaty that you might slip as you push the trigger. You can do it. You really can do it. You take a deep breath and with a exhale. You push the trigger and with a loud bang that resonated in the area — you hit your target.
He really can't say he was at his wit's end. He was Sylus. Ruler of the N109 Zone and being defeated at this foolish game of foolish people who wants him gone is a humiliation that will haunt him at his death. There's a rule among the residents of this land. It's to kill or be killed. And Sylus isn't going to get slaughtered like a lamb.
The sun's high and he was in a little pinch. His eyesight is made for the night and not in the light. He gives these men who managed to use their cards against him to corner the Onychinus leader. They were really pooling their meager resources to kill him but it wasn't enough although he can give them credits for getting a little smarter and Sylus isn't the one to back down from a fight.
He can give them a little recognition of such feat for injuring him. It was a stray bullet that found its way on his abdomen. He can heal — sure but being repeatedly injured, it stops. His shirt was soaking his blood and his enemies were closing in and then, in some twist or fate or luck or another person thirsty for his blood scrapes him by the shoulder with a bullet.
A stray bullet, maybe but whoever shot him and hitting the one who's closing him falling at the scorching road with a thud must be an amateur or was just really lucky for wounding him and maybe killing the other.
Before he can turn around to look at this one who's brave enough to take a shot, they grab his hand. Pulling them with force of urgency. They run, evading his enemies and although Sylus isn't the one back down from a fight, he knew he needed respite.
Turn after turn, him returning the rounds of bullets to his aggressors. He takes a look at this mortal who dared to save him. Navigating narrow alleyways and taking every sharp turns without pausing like you know every part of this place.
The gunshots have stopped, deciding that you successfully shaked them off. You take a look at his face. “There’s a nearby exit here. They probably don't know about the area and you will be safely get back in your own. I'll be going now. Goodbye.” You say with such firmness before running in the opposite direction without looking back.
You disappeared quickly in his sight. The black and white vision of you in your varsity jacket, boots clicking in the distance. Sylus was left with a strange feeling.
Who was this stranger who saved him and only to disappear on him?
Someone could have used this as a chance to curry favors from him. A chance to rise in the top cause the Onychinus leader never left being indebted to others and such act of saving him can bring fortune if he deemed you worthy but alas, he was only left in the abandoned street with no signs of life besides him. Reeling in the sensation of the stranger's soft hand that previously held his wrist.
No data found.
The screen of his laptop glares at him. No traces or evidence that stranger existed. He hacked every database around the world and no record are found about your identity. Are you a spy? A ghost? He knows you weren't a figment of his imagination that one morning. You were warm and you spoke to him.
You must have one cause despite being nonexistent to others or how much a person hides their identity — there will always be traces of a past of how a person lived no matter how much they try to bury it. The Onychinus searched for any activities that might have linked to you and why did you hole up in that kind of building.
He went back there. The buildings were riddled with bullets. Blood stains in the walls of what violence had occured in there. Investigating and leaving no spot untouched just to get a trace that you were there and you exist. What else could you have been doing there? Maybe you were running away from something or you just didn't like anything that relates to the ruthlessness of the place.
You were a mystery he wants to solve and any day now, you will appear. In the most of convenient or the most unwanted places but Sylus was sure that he will be meeting this stranger again.
“Boss, the scene's spotless. Kieran and I been searching for hours at that warehouse.” Luke's voice can be heard behind him as he stared at the screen. Sylus raises a brow. There's always a spot that's left untouched and he's been living in the N109 Zone for too long that after a bloody showdown, there's always dead bodies and shell casings littering on the cold floors.
Since when these bunch of nobodies started to clean up after themselves?
Well, this have been a occurrence of lately. Crime scenes are left clean. No bodies and not much left even a tiniest speck of blood. Whoever cleaning up these scenes are a professional. It's also hard to found out of whoever doing these are a group or individual but he can appreciate the cleanliness much it was a hassle for his operations. Everyone's evolving in the N109 Zone and he needs a little bit of an entertainment before the boredom catches up to him.
The district warehouse were huge. Larger than what you usually received from the organizations who avail your cleaning services. It was a mess but nothing you can't handle. Upon setting foot in the damp and cold warehouse with the scent of blood and gunpowder, you assess the mess.
Letting your OTTO fly and survey the scene. Scanning trails of blood that you have to manually clean and hidden dead bodies to be disposed of. Securing that there will be no marks or traces of DNA that will point the instigators of this conflict.
Scan completed.
Your OTTO cheerfully chirps at you and you began to slide the gloves in your hands and securing the shoe covers in your feet to avoid footprints that will link to you. You take the plastic sheet from your crate before rolling it to the moldy floors. This is where you will be putting the dead bodies and put them on the body bags you brought. Individually wrapping them up like spring rolls.
It was tasking for a individual work but doing it for months made your body stronger — strong enough to haul bodies heavier than yours. You began your work, stacking them up like building blocks and rolling them with a huff as you struggled cause why men looks like they're light and only to find out they're heavy with that kind of body. Even in death they were still dead weight.
After hauling the last body, you made your way to the blood trail with your handy cleaning tools along with a special solution. You were quick to learn for your trade of cleaning crime scenes for the organizations that pays you a lump sum of money enough to sustain you and sometimes they will throw an extra to a job well done which you always do.
You can always use the referral for your services. The quietness of the warehouse didn't bother you much. It was once a quiet night to work in and you doubt there will be anyone after such bloodied mess. You only focused on scrubbing the dried blood from the dry floor and sweep the dust to conceal the scent of your special solution. It wasn't that pungent but it didn't hurt to be extra careful. Discretion was your specialty.
The OTTO encircles the area and the humming sound coming from it was the noise you can hear while you busy yourself. Halfway through when it got too quiet and your OTTO was missing. You stopped in your tracks.
You remained crouching with a brush in your hand as you raised your head. Listening to any telltale signs or noise that you're not entirely alone in this warehouse. Perhaps the heavy footsteps or a puff of breath. Anything that may harm you but nothing and you thought that maybe your OTTO malfunctioned since it was really a old model that you managed to salvage cause you can't still manage to upgrade it.
You were about to finish anyway and so scrubbed the floor a little harshly until the blood has separated from the floor before sweeping dust all over it before you walked towards where you hear your OTTO humming.
It was behind the crates, you can see your OTTO was blinking lights and was roughened in the edges with claw marks. The sight of your half destroyed companion send shivers down your spine. It feels like you were surrounded but when you look around there was nothing. You swallowed. Your hands inside the gloves were starting to moist. The pit of your stomach feels like sinking.
Something dangerous is near and you can't really pinpoint where it is. You try to balance it out. The pros and cons of leaving for your safety but your job was still not done. You couldn't really risk losing the source of your living in the N109 Zone and besides you faced fear many times before. What's the harm of risking another?
Deciding that you really can't leave your job, you grabbed your broken OTTO and decided that it really needs a replacement and it's been long and it should rest for being your companion for a long time. Still, seeing it destroyed pains you.
Now you have to manually check that they will be no evidence that you've been here after your OTTO’s broken.
A step and sudden jolt of uneasiness strikes you again. Raising your head, you caught a glimpse of a familiar silhouette in the upper railings. The sound of flapping wings followed by a rather loud caw. Black feather slowly descending towards you and landing in your outstretched palm.
God, any minute now or seconds he will be appearing now.
Snap.
A swirl of black and red mist appears in front of you and just like that — your main love interest, leader of Onychinus and the one who rules the N109 Zone — Sylus stands before you.
Scared? Not really. You were blinking back tears because he was so close and your mind really decided to replay what he had gone through. Dying in the hands of his sorceress and not granting him death unless she allows it. Then, they found each other again. Both immortals dying in each other's arm and again, two children fighting to death and escaping to another planet and only to separate once again and he's here in front of you.
Standing tall and immaculate with the air of authority in his stature. Head held high and you can see the subtle glow of the Aether Core in his right eye. The reds of his eyes glimmer in the dim lit warehouse.
You take a step backwards, cradling your destroyed OTTO closer to you. Not daring to speak a word or look in his eyes.
“Just when I thought these fools has learned to be careful.” He muses. A faint smirk in his lips as he looks at you and the pile of dead bodies you were about to dispose behind.
“Maybe. I'm the only person here though. Cleaning out the mess.” You shrugged. Cradling your destroyed OTTO and walking towards your “cleaning van.” You gently put your companion in a crate before grabbing the brush again to continue cleaning. Wiping the sweat off in your forehead with the back of your arm.
Sylus remains silent. Following your every movement under his gaze about this person who was unintentionally ignoring him and going back to your job. Not even an ounce of fear behind those tired eyes. Were you feigning ignorance of the truth that you saved him? The leader of Onychinus and the feared man of the N109 Zone. That matter didn't seem to bother you.
“Do you know that when people save someone they expect something in return?” He began. Baiting the person in front of him for a favor. “It’s a chance for them to rise in this wasteland.”
“I’m managing.” You pragmatically answered even when your heart is beating fast cause you know secrets in this world and you really don't want to involve yourself with Sylus. You were living quietly and you badly want to get out of this world or maybe ask him to get you a identity to live in Linkon but that would raise suspicions cause why would you ask for a identity. It's either you're a criminal or someone who doesn't belong in this world.
He also didn't belong in this world but wherever MC is, he follows. A flower who still bloomed beautifully in a different soil.
His expensive cologne wafts in the air. His shoes scraping the dust in the floor. His coat swaying every movement and it's enough to intimidate you and you hope you're calm in the outside.
“Oh really.” His voice lowers into a timber and oh, it was really different from his secret times and tender moments, you want to squeal so bad if it wasn't for the implication that he's already smelling your bullshit.
“You want to go home. Why is that?” You swallowed. You cursed the goddamn Aether Core in his eye that can see the desire of someone. It's true. You've been wanting to go home since you got isekaid here.
“I’m not from here. Just a terrible luck.” You confessed under the intensity of his gaze but still withholding the secret you have. You're not easy to crack but Sylus can read you like an open book.
He hums in understanding. Not forcing you to give the details of your life cause he will be the one to know it. “I don't like the feeling of being indebted from someone below me.”
“You’re not indebted to me.” You briefly paused. Daring to steal a glance before focusing the task in your hand.
“My body choose to move that day when I could have run. I have no intention of saving you.” You say in a matter-of-factly. “I don't want to involve myself to someone powerful and if you feel indebted.” Swallowing the imaginary lump in your throat. “There is one thing you can do.”
You look at him straight in the eyes.
“Leave me alone.”
Sylus raises his eyebrows. He can't brush it off why you were so adamant not being involved with him when people got the leverage to do business or something simple as favor they rush but you — you were rushing to get out of his hair.
Leave you alone? There is really something wrong and Sylus sharp instincts knows better than to grant it. To call it quits. You were also calm and composed when facing him aside from the sudden beats of your heart that he can hear.
You didn't also run the moment he made his appearance which people usually do upon meeting him. Maybe is it because you know he can't harm you after saving him that one morning. N109 Zone wasn't really that barbaric and there's sliver of morals that are still practiced.
You can't kill someone unless they're the first to draw blood or unless it was contractual and the killing is ordered. Sylus has disposed people that betrayed him or were hindering his plans.
Besides you look amateur but Sylus isn't someone to really judge based on how you look. It was finding the value of someone and with some pressure you could be a coal turning into a pearl with the right pressure.
You didn't quite grasped how the N109 Zone works and you choose the job to clean the aftermath of every shootouts and doing the dirty work of disposing corpses. You were only surviving base on your skills and Sylus can use some of your talents.
“That would be impossible, dove.”
His eyes narrowing, clearly intrigued cause it was looking into a blank slate but is packed with so much color.
He can see how you freeze for a second. Hands trembling like you were hiding a secret and the next question confirms his suspicion.
“Who are you?” Ruby red eyes stares at you. Waiting for you to crack and this where Sylus would have normally put you in a gun point. Forcing you to reveal yourself but can you really? Will he believe you? That he was only a pixelated character in a game. A otome game that doomed you for loving him? Whereas you were supposed to be the MC, the player but when you saw your reflection you were just you.
Nothing special like the MC. Not a badass hunter. Not someone's childhood friend. Not someone's bride or a princess. Not a knight nor a queen. Not a sorceress who didn't allow her dragon to truly die and be destined together with every lifetime.
You were you. A regular human who didn't possess a extraordinary power. You were someone who was flawed. Trying to survive in a place that won't be merciful to someone weak.
“It’s none of your business.” Closing the doors of your van after hauling the dead bodies to dispose of with a loud thud. If you were somewhat decent you wouldn't have shown Sylus such hostility. You know what he's capable but being cornered by him — yeah — you should be squealing or be flustered cause it was Sylus, you were in no position because you were in a dire situation and your existence doesn't contribute to the storyline of this world, including MC and his.
You also can't really tell him you're from the other world. It might be catastrophic. You don't really want to stray from canon events and the first step is to stay away from Sylus.
You were about to open the door of your van to get away. You were an inch of pulling that handle until thin red and black mists coils around your wrist. Preventing you from moving your hand.
You look at him in disbelief. Scoffing as you try to pry the tendrils of his Evol wrapped around your wrist. “Really?” You take a step forward. “Is this how you treat people who disagrees with you!?”
Sylus remains nonchalant. Although there's a hint of amusement and curiousity behind his eyes. You weren't perturbed at all with his Evol but he can give you the benefit of the doubt. “Not really. Usually they end up dead.” His hand moves manipulating it to pull you.
“Assuring but can you let me go? I really don't want anything from you. Let just call it quits, please?” You pleaded. The sleeves of your varsity jacket crumples as you try again to get out of his grip. “I still have to finish my job.” Biting your lip anxiously as you desperately look at your van. The bodies are going to rot now before you can dispose of them.
“The twins can take care of it.”
“How can Luke—” Your eyes widens, biting your tongue at your slip up. You forgot that no one really knows what the twins names are except Sylus. They were his henchmen after all and a stranger — you was the final nail in the coffin.
“Interesting.” His lips curve into a smirk and you know what it means. “You and I are going to have a long conversation.” Giving you no room to retaliate or defend yourself. It was useless anyways, no one really escapes him and you hope that you can still get out. Alive.
The hallways were dark. The warm light of the wall sconces was the source of the light. You get the idea that Sylus is taking you to the dining room where he once eviscerated someone after a disagreement and finding the other person was trying to take both sides and Sylus does not like traitors.
You were walking behind him. His Evol long deactivated cause he knows you can't run even as you try to look around for possible escape routes and you really can't even you want too. His windows are a no-no. You don't want to plummet to your death from the top floor.
Sylus pushes the door. Inside were the sleek black marble top table with two candles lit in the candelabra. A deep red velvet chairs upholstered. Everything was Sylus's taste that you saw in his bond memories where he and MC stays. Your remember their little banters and how bossy he was.
It brings a smile to your face as you take the surroundings of the room. Luke and Kieran were probably wrecking your van. They were making you jobless in the Zone. You hoped that your van will still be returned in one piece.
“Sit.” He orders you and you complied without hesitation. Sylus can be impatient and being stubborn will probably get your neck choked. Settling in the chair, it was remarkably soft. You can't remember the last time you sat in something plush. Concrete stairs and crates in warehouses were your chair. The cold floor of the temporary base you set up covered with a old mattress was your bed.
Sylus stands behind the counter. Pulling glasses to pour a drink for himself and to you. “Let’s get started with a simple conversation.” The glass clinks as he puts on cubes of ice. “I ask you a question and you will answer me.”
“Okay.” He hears you murmur. Your posture was rigid. Legs bouncing out of nervousness in the chair. Chewing on your lips and your hands were hidden in the sleeves of your jacket like you were put in a straitjacket but he knows you were scratching your skin.
You were guilty as you look. Actions don't lie. Or maybe you were anxious. He got something to ease you up. “Here.” Nudging the glass in front of you. The amber liquid sloshing with the ice. You take it. He's probably making you loosen your tongue which is maybe going to work.
His eyes follows your movement. Bringing the glass of whiskey in your lips and your nose scrunches at the sharp aroma. He watch as you look at him before breaking eye contact and taking a swig of the drink and the reaction was immediate.
Sharp violent coughs shook your whole body. Your eyes watering as the liquid burned down your throat. You used your arm to cover your mouth while you coughed. God, what kind of humiliation the universe is putting you through and in front of Sylus.
“Who are you?” He began to question you and you glare at him. Wiping the corner of your mouth with the sleeve of your jacket. “A stranger.” Coughing up the last bits as you try to draw out the bitter taste.
You really don't want to lie but you were not in your world and you were afraid that you were going to disrupt the timeline of this story. You didn't want to be a huge spoiler or accidentally trigger a effect that will rip the balance of this world.
Sylus looks at you blankly. “What are you doing in the warehouse?”
“Trying to make a living. I can't survive here unless I do something.” Rubbing your knuckles in your eyes.
“Let’s get back to my former question. Who are you?” His voice are dripping with venom and you watch the subtle twitch of his hands and the next thing will be is he's blowing your head off.
“You want to know? I'm just some unfortunate soul who got here.” Pursing your lip in a thin line. Conflicted on how to process your emotions. You were scared, frustrated and angry. You shouldn't have saved him.
“And now you’re going to ask why I knew Luke and Kieran.” You paused for a bit. The confession is going to give you a headache. “You're a pixelated game character on my world.”
And the headache begun. He only raised his brows like you were just messing up with him. “I know how ridiculous it sounds but it's true.”
“You don't believe me? You're Sylus Qin. You're a wanted criminal in Philos and you escaped from Tartarus.” You began to explain. Legs bouncing anxiously with every tick of the clock. Sylus was practically a weapon ready to fire at any moment.
“Want to know more? You manipulated Miss Hunter to kill you when she was a sorceress and you were a dragon. You were ostracized from your own kind. You can't die unless she allows you to. You were also children too. Fighting to death in the arena with the other children and when it's down to both of you — you made the decision to escape and she did too but you two got separated.” You revealed. “Is that enough?”
He didn't say anything else as if convinced. “How did you end up here?”
“I don't know. I just woke up in the middle of the road.”
Sylus didn't press anything more. As far as he knows you're an anomaly.
”Can I leave now?” You asked. Thinking this interrogation is done and you really don't want to disrupt this world. Afraid that if you interfere some butterfly effect would activate and all of this world are going to be doomed. The plot was really important and every decision of the characters either make or break.
You waited for his response. Thinking of the van that are being used by the twins. You hoped that they know where to dump the bodies and your van isn't being banged up. The source of your income and means of survival rests on how they treat your van.
“I'm afraid that's not going to happen.”
“W-waa—what? Why!?” Eyes wide in disbelief. Your brows are raised and with the little shot of that alcoholic unnerved you in ways that you didn't know you can.
You look at him like you hit your head (which you already did by thunking your forehead in the top rail of your chair) and find that he's real ugly but he's not. He's hot. Infuriatingly hot. You can't count how many times you fantasize kissing Sylus and moisturize that dry lips of his.
You wanted that when he was on your screen and now, you're not, maybe a little. Get a grip! You tell to yourself but you dread about this — of not being able to leave. You're going to be in the front row and watch the world fuss about MC. The next days are going to be the start of her story with Sylus. Their first meeting.
“You're an anomaly in this world.”
Your heart drops. Of course, you're an anomaly. Sylus must have analyzed you or searched for your identity and to only find nothing.
“You know a lot about of things going around here and I can't have you running around with that kind of information.” He reasons, taking a step towards you.
“I'm basically a NPC in this world. I don't see the relevance of me being here.” You counter. Pressing your forehead in the back of the chair because you really didn't want to be involved with him.
“What if I say, I don't want to?”
“You really don't have a choice here, kitten.”
“Fuck.” You muttered, running our reasons to use. “I have a job around here. I can't have you bossing me around. I won't also ask for a compensation.” Referring to your destroyed OTTO and your van that is going to be thrashed by the twins. You can always start. You survived your first day and managed to live this long.
Sylus can see the reluctance in you. Mixed with the desperation of not wanting to get involved with him. He's a dangerous man. Money isn't really a problem for him and he can get you a nice place to live and a brand new van and the latest OTTO catered to your needs. When in reluctance, give them the assurance.
“Is cleaning up dead bodies and blood that fun?” Your eyes flickers towards him. “Not really but it keeps my stomach full and meets my basic needs. Shelter I have plenty.” Rubbing your arm in an attempt to comfort yourself. Eyes a little droopy and your lips curled into a frown.
Living in the N109 Zone with no means of being the strong was your struggle. It was life or death for you.
“I have a proposal.” When you can't convince someone, you put the stakes higher. Sylus continues as he noticed you tilt your head. Interested at the proposal he was about to make.
“You will be provided everything you need. You shall never starve or work for your food. I will give you shelter. You can hole up in one of the rooms here. I have plenty. You will have a identity you desire. A clean slate for you to start somewhere new.”
“That's preposterous for someone like you, Sylus.” Shaking your head as you try to think about what to do before looking back at him. “I can't be near you. I'm a walking spoiler.” You swallowed as if there's something stuck in your throat.
“If information is what you want of future events, I can't tell you about it. I won't disrupt the natural order of this world.” Pulling your jacket and standing up. Putting back the chair in its right place.
“The only mistake I did was to save you.”
“Is that so?” He hums.
Thinking of what he should do about you. “Such trivial matters don't bother me. You're not really disrupting anything and I won't ask for information.” You can see the brief flicker of light passing through his right eye where the Aether Core is placed.
“Work for me. You'll get more benefits than what you wished for.”
He watched as you hesitate. You will still have a choice with the proposal he suggested. You are free to operate around his area and maybe he'll take you as a secretary. It's unlikely you'll betray him. You're smart for your own good to betray as someone powerful like him.
It didn't take long for a few seconds for you to decide.
“Fine.”
The smirk on his face grew wider.
You gave the arrangement six months.
It shouldn't be too long or less. You wanted Sylus to make it shorter because any time soon or any day, he and MC will cross paths and even you wanted to witness their long-awaited reunion — you just can't.
Because what kind of bullshit of people telling you that you are MC in your world and to find out you were the anomaly in this world even you accepted it that you really can't be MC with the game having her life determined and the routes of the story written. MC may have your face in the game but you can never be her.
It sounds bitter but this was your reality. You're not about to witness their love when you have a life to live. A few months staying under his base is the thing you have to live through. You didn't understand why Sylus has to take you under his wing.
You did say you weren't tell him about the future happenings or any information that will about to happen. Probably he's getting bored and what's a little fun to observe a anomaly for his entertainment.
That's your sentiment but you know Sylus isn't that cruel to treat you as one. He may have his reasons and you will never know any of it.
The least you can do is stay put until there's a change of events. It's a matter of time before the story line of the game will start to happen and when MC has grown curious about the N109 Zone and Sylus.
The Onychinus base was huge. Well, huge is an understatement. It's a whole fricking building and despite that doing nothing means you're penniless. Sylus did tell you that the commodities in the building are free to use but a week after almost exploring the whole base — you found yourself restless.
You've been on the run the moment you were transported in this world. Always thinking for ways to survive. Hustling to get by and earn that money that was essential for your job and puts a food in your table. You were always on the lookout for jobs that needs your specialty. It's pay per transaction and you take pride in your work.
Abandoning your livelihood means abandoning your security. There was no discussion about it between you and Sylus even he did say you will work for him, there was really nothing about the job description and you hate to think you were freeloading to him.
So you did what you know best — accepting a clean up job. The pay was huge. The bigger the money they offer the messier and complicated it was but you didn't care. Money is money. You take the keys of the van Sylus owed you after the twins has trashed it like you expected.
You begin to drive towards your destination after picking up a new stash of cleaning supplies you have hidden in one of your hideouts.
The building wasn't that ruined when stepped out of your van. It changed by the times and the lack of maintenance made it unsuitable for moving.
You began to unload the supplies from your bag. Securing the roll of plastic wraps and duct tapes. A makeshift cart that contains all of your cleaning materials with some strong chemical that's enough to knock someone out when inhaled.
The scene that greeted you were something out of a horror film or some sci-fi you used to watch back in your world.
Bloody was the least you will used to describe the scene. It was beautiful. If you can ignore the lifeless bodies impaled with ice spikes. The paleness of the blues of ice mixes with the red. Creating a almost whimsical look like a blood red moon.
You guessed that you find anything as visceral as this normal after cleaning up places. Murder with the use of Evol wasn't unheard of, you've clean plenty of it and disposed mutilated bodies that was almost beyond recognition. You've also thrown bodies or parts of one in a single trash bag.
Time is the essence and even with the structured ice Evol, it was starting to melt and when ice are thawed — everything's going to be bloody from here and so you began to take your trusty lightsaber-esque equipment that's good for cutting through metal, bones and of course, ice. As long they're solid it gets the job done.
The smell didn't even bother you. It was like meat that you left to defrost and forgot to take it out for cooking and it starts to go bad. It's worse for you the first time but the fear of not being able to survive gets you out of that disgust.
Pressing the button of your tool, it shortly crackles — bursts and emits a bright orange glow and then you start to cut through flesh and bone.
It's good to know that you're still capable.
After that work and clean up, you were done for the day, night. You still didn't regulate your sleeping hours even with the comfortable place Sylus provided for you at the base and paired with restlessness.
Driving back to Onychinus base made you uneasy, sure you move places to places and sometimes settled for months but a month in Sylus's base didn't feels like something you can live with. You were grateful but coming back to the base is still unfamiliar territory for you.
Attachment creates dangerous conflicting feelings and having known danger and how powerful attachment can be — you ignored.
It's the reason why you keep the interaction to Sylus minimal except when it's necessary and you can't avoid him without being too obvious.
You surely can't start catching feelings for him even he's your main love interest in the real world and when he's a game character. But how about when he's real and you're near him? That you can hear his voice, can touch him and talk to him? Can you not really fall in love? And there's MC.
But it's difficult when you're in his world and living in his base where any chance you can bump into him and it happened the moment you were about to retreat in your room. The hallways were big but it connects to everything.
You were about to turn when you almost bump into Sylus. The familiar outfit that he almost dons everyday in your home screen is what he wore. "Hey." You awkwardly greeted him. Gripping the hem of your sweatshirt that reeks with the scent of blood and chemicals for cleaning.
"I thought you might have escaped.”
Liar. He knows where you are and he knows your circumstances. You can't leave him. Not yet.
“As you can see, I can't. I'm powerless.” You murmur.
There's a moment of awkward silence but it might be you until Sylus broke it.
“Care to join me for lunch, dove?”
You didn't know why Sylus started to call you dove but maybe he was referring you to one like the dove MC rescued and was put in his care temporarily in the Nightplumes card. It didn't happen yet but the cards are connected to the future events after their meeting.
You refused. “No, thank you. I'm not really—” Your stomach betrays you, growling like you haven't eaten for days. “— hungry.” You finished to say with your cheeks burning hotly from embarrassment.
Sylus chuckles and you badly want to jump out outside the window and plummet to your death.
“Do you really find me insufferable?” He asks, his eyes narrowing although there's a lilt.
“Insufferable? No. I don't find you like that or anything.” He's many things but insufferable. You mumble, concealing the expressions that might show in your face as your brain panics.
“Good. It would be a bad thing if my guest finds me intolerable.”
Turns out Sylus has already set up the table in the terrace. His chef, you meet him the second day in your stay in Sylus's base and asked you what you wanted to eat. The Onychinus leader told you that you have permission to use the kitchen or ask the chef whatever you felt like eating.
You absolutely remember the terrace it was shown in the kindle of his first myth card where he taught MC on how to improve her combat skills. Knowing the terrace part of the base is where Sylus sometimes took his meals.
If you did suddenly get back home, you have a lot of things to brag as you take your sit across "Boss-man Sylus."
It's not like everyday is an opportunity to share a table with Sylus, the most desired love interest in your world.
“How was your work today?”
“Grotesque but it's nothing that I can't handle.” You shrugged, taking your cutlery and mimicking Sylus's gesture as he began to eat.
You have quite the appetite despite the scene earlier. Your stomach has gotten thick overtime as you took that line of work.
"I assume someone has gone rouge.”
“If you would put it that way.”
He hums. Gently twirling the glass of wine and the red liquid sloshed inside of it. He takes a sip before resuming on his meal. You had done the same and the taste of wine made your taste buds burst into these tiny quantities of flavors you can taste.
Amusement glimmers in Sylus's eyes. Watching you taste something that you're not accustomed to. You told him that back in your world you have a job that covers your expenses and an extra for some indulgence.
Your indulgence was getting all his cards.
“Do you find your room comfortable?” He pries.
“Yes, thank you.” You whispered. Meeting his gaze to show how sincere you are. You missed having a real bed not the make shift beds you have to temporarily sleep with.
“You really didn't need to spend much on me. I'm not staying that long.” Reminding him of your arrangement.
Sylus chuckles. “I'm not the one to forget, dove.” Leaning on his chair and crossing his legs. “You plan to go back in your job?” His eyes narrows at you.
“Maybe. I didn't really asked you about the details when you said that I'm working for you.” You told him. Putting your fork down cause you know where this conversation is being headed.
“How about as my secretary?” He says without a beat. The way he says it was the same as he speaks in the game and you would have accepted it within a heartbeat if it wasn't for the position you are in.
“Me?” You asked, hoping you misheard it or your ears was playing tricks. “Your secretary? You don't even know me that much to be entrusted with that kind of work.”
“I don't need to know what kind of person you are.”
“I know you're not the one to make stupid decisions and I'm not going to doubt your judgement but even I am an anomaly in this world there's a chance that I will betray you.” You say, gripping the table cloth. Well, there's no betrayal that's going to happen but it was an excuse and a reason not to get closer to him.
Sylus smirks. You can see the amusement flickering all over his eyes at what you said. You were getting more interesting as the seconds pass and Sylus likes who he deemed interesting.
“People who plan to betray me don't tell me they're betraying me. You’re selling yourself short, dove.” He pauses, crossing his legs underneath the table while he waits for your response.
He can see that you were still torn and hesitating.
“Take this offer and I'll make sure it will be worthwhile for the both of us.”
Is what he said and now, you're thinking that doomsday is already ahead in the game with you interfering. You hope that Sylus stays canon with MC and the original plot still intact.
May Astra or whatever deity send you back home before you disrupt the world with your existence.
Warning: mentions of violence - Caleb is your best friend's brother & at some point became your friend, but that's not what he really wants. This is the first time you see him for who he is when he doesn't get his way.
You walked up to Caleb fuming and ready to physically wipe that smile off his face. Caleb’s smile got bigger when he turned and saw you heading his way.
“Hey, you…”
“What the hell did you do?”
Caleb’s expression didn’t falter and you knew him well enough to know he wasn’t going to admit to anything without being forced.
“Not sure I know what you mean,” Caleb responded.
You pulled your phone out and showed him the picture of Logan’s throat, the bruising prominent.
“You nearly crushed his windpipe and don’t try to deny it.”
Caleb’s expression went blank, his eyes darkened, almost to black as he leaned in close, his breath landing on your lips.
“If he can’t protect himself, how would he ever protect you?”
You pulled back, needing space from a man you thought you knew. Caleb wasn’t admitting anything, but he never did which made the hair stand up on the back of your neck. You’d never been intimidated or afraid of Caleb, ever. Now, you weren’t sure who he actually was and that scared the hell out of you.
“I don’t need protection, Caleb. I can take care of myself,” you managed to croak out.
Caleb laughed, but it wasn’t filled with warmth and frivolity. It was filled with bitterness and disregard for your proud declaration.
“Sure. But you need a man that will step in if necessary. He wasn’t that man,” Caleb declared with a finality you couldn’t fight.
Caleb held your stare for another moment before walking past you heading towards the dorms. You weren’t going to let him run your life even if it meant you stayed single.
“Caleb.” You waited for him to turn around before speaking again. “That kiss…That kiss didn’t mean anything. I was afraid that I’d never see you again and it was a kiss of relief, of assurance that you really had come back. I’m sorry, but it wasn’t more than that.”
Caleb’s expression faltered for only a moment, but the hurt you saw made it clear that kiss meant something to him. Then his blank expression, the one that scared men three times his size came back.
Warning: written in first person bc I wanted to practice & I just needed to remember what its like to be comforted by dreams.
Why does the world have to be so damn heavy sometimes. Work is non-stop & every time I try harder it blows up in my face.
With a single gasp, breathing becoming impossible, I grip the pointed ruby of the necklace I wear. The only gift that matters. The gift that keeps me going.
The room in front of me wavered and I closed my eyes.
"Rough day, sweetie."
I open my eyes and there he is, sitting on that expensive couch, wearing his glasses a book in one hand and the other held out to me.
I let go of the necklace and took his hand nearly throwing myself against him. The heat of his body welcomed me as I buried my face against his chest.
Sylus set down his book and wrapped both arms around me kissing the top of my head.
"Tell me about it, sweetie. I'm always here for you," Sylus whispered against my hair.
"It's too much. I feel like I'm always failing and I stop trying because I'm tired of failing and its this cycle...I'm tired."
"Then stay with me..."
Sylus' voice melted me further into him. I held him tighter.
"My life isn't here. It can't be. This necklace and it's magic or whatever it is...I can't keep using it as an excuse to escape my life."
Sylus made me meet his intense gaze. The way his fingers cradled my chin and his thumb ran along my lips. It gave me the kind of security I didn't get in my actual life.
"This is not an escape. Its a reset. A safe place where we can enjoy each other. Where you can rest, sweetie. There's no shame in that. None."
"Then why do I feel so weak for coming here. For running away."
Sylus smiled wickedly. The one that always melted me into a puddle.
"That's just my effect on you, sweetie."
I closed my eyes as his lips brushed mine. Soft, warm, reliable and everything I wanted. Needed, if I was honest.
"I can't stay long...just a short nap..."
My words were muffled against Sylus' shirt as sleep took me.
"Anything you need, sweetie. Whatever it takes to keep you fighting."
Sylus' words were lost to my sleep, but he never missed the chance to speak them.
Another idea to add to the NEVER get written pile.
Rehabilitation for Dabi, Twice & Toga. You had moved behind the scenes with your healing quirk to keep all 3 villains alive.
Bakugo who you dated up until 3rd year does not agree with your plans. In fact, three years into Dabi's rehab (when he will be assigned to a hero to re-integrate him into society, basically a parole officer), Bakugo takes it to the Commission wanting to be the hero assigned to Dabi.
You argue with the commission that it would only be setting up Touya to fail (pointing out how Bakugo still refers to him as Dabi). The commission (based on the respect you've gained since 1st year UA) allows you to present a list of heroes you consider better for the job. Tensei Ilda, Monoma (he owes you, but also believes villains given a chance don't have to be villains), and Shoji (Tentacole).
Toga was rehabbed shortly after UA graduation. Immediately assigned to a rescue hero, she was now a full time EMT. There had been many pleas from Toga & Twice to be put together.
Twice: I can do the vroom, vroom & sirens.
Toga: No! I'm driving I have my license...To kill, I mean not to run them over. I would never.
Twice ended up with a wilderness rescue hero. Mostly mountainside rescues where Twice could duplicate himself to lower himself down where climbers got stuck or had fallen. Either way he loves being in nature with the animals. Loves to brag he almost got eaten by a bear, but now they're friends lol. Love Twice.
That's the idea. Wish I had the time & focus. Always wanted a happier ending for Touya & death for Endeavor. But ehhh.
You let out a sigh when your back sank against the cold wall of the elevator. It meant you could ease the weight off your feet in the ridiculous heels you wore for your class presentation.
You closed your eyes as the doors began to shut. The sound of the doors halting and sliding back open caused you to stand straight and force a smile for the incoming passenger.
Your stomach dropped when Caleb smiled at you. Of all the people you had to share an elevator with.
"Hey, how did your presentation go?"
Growing up as MC's best friend had unfortunately meant Caleb was a part of your life.
When you split ways with MC (for cheating with your high school boyfriend) you had been happy accepting the thought of never seeing Caleb again either.
Yet, he'd found you. Even at a college as large as this one. And since you'd "bumped" into him, he hadn't gone away. Not really.
"What are you even doing on this side of campus?"
Caleb was facing you and before he could answer the elevator jerked violently. Your back became reacquainted with the wall while Caleb crashed forward catching himself with one hand beside your head and another far too close to your hip.
Your breath caught when you realized just how close his face was to yours.
"That can't be good," Caleb muttered.
"We stopped, but the power is still on. I'll hit the emergency button..."
The elevator jerked again, but this time it was hard and fast going down. Caleb's body crashed into yours, his posture protective.
"Shit."
The elevator jerked again, your body smashing hard against Caleb destroying any distance between you. Caleb's arms wrapped tightly around you. The power was now off and the dread further settled in your belly.
"Let go, please," you forced yourself to remain polite.
"Oh, yeah, sure," Caleb stepped back.
You sat down, pulling your shoes off and stuffing them in your bag. Caleb sat across from you, always making things awkward seemed to be his gift.
"These little bump ins aren't fooling anyone. So, why are you stalking me?"
Caleb cocked an eyebrow, his charming smile (to everyone else) annoying you.
"Checking on a friend every now and then is stalking? I mean, I like ya, but ya might be exaggerating just a bit."
You rolled your eyes before leaning your head back and closing them. Caleb would gaslight you into another dimension so you decided to ignore him.
"Whatever."
Caleb didn't mind the quiet or that you were attempting to ignore him. It allowed him to trace the beauty of your features with his eyes. Sure, he's memorized every inch of you that he'd been allowed to see over the years, but he always wanted more.
When you kept your eyes closed he began massaging the arch of your foot. Your eyes snapped open, but Caleb was smiling at you as if this was a normal occurrence. It felt too nice to pull away, but you knew you should.
"So, how did your presentation go?"
Ding!!! You nearly ripped Caleb's hand off as you pulled away and stood up as the doors opened.
"You two okay?"
You didn't even look at the maintenance man, rushing out past him. Caleb smiled at the man, forcing himself not to snap his neck.
You had rushed from Deku and took a car to the Bakugo residence. It was an emergency and you knew despite the Katsuki/Mitsuki bullshit you could trust Mitsuki to watch over Keiko.
The door opened and your smile dropped when you saw Katsuki. Meanwhile, Keiko was slipping in and out of sleep from all the excitement of the day, head against your shoulder.
"Is your mom home?"
"Yeah. Everything okay?"
Katsuki stepped aside, following you to the kitchen.
"Hey, we're making dinner...."
"I know this is last minute, but I gotta take care of a problem with our new place."
Mitsuki was already taking Keiko from your arms. Masaru wiping his hands on a towel approached concern etched on his features.
"What else can we do? If you need a place to stay..."
"You can stay at my place," Bakugo spoke up, all eyes on him. "I basically live at the agency. C'mon, you can see what you need and we'll get what isn't there."
You wanted to argue, but since a villain burned your newly bought house to the ground you didn't have a lot of options. Katsuki had his keys and you took another look at Keiko who was happily asleep against Mitsuki's shoulder.
"She's fine. Promise," Mitsuki spoke softly.
You nodded and followed Bakugo to his car. Too fancy for your taste you forced yourself to look out the window.
"I can have whatever you or Keiko need..."
"Katsuki, please just be my friend. I don't need a hero or a man."
Katsuki grunted, the pain in his chest a reminder that he had no hope of getting you back.
Your heart lodged in your throat when the car drove up a long driveway to a house you knew too well.
"I, uh, bought it the day before you left. I thought. I never moved in..."
The house you and Katsuki talked about moving into and building a life in sat in front of you, taunting you with the memory of your previous relationship.
You followed Katsuki inside and every step you took was a time machine going back to a happier time. There were pictures hung along the walls in a tasteful manner, all of them from different periods of your relationship. This house was a memorial to a very dead relationship.
"Katsuki..."
When he saw your expression, he panicked.
"I'll take all the pictures down and you can decorate..."
"Keiko's dad was amazing, but you know what he used to say about his own daughter? He used to look at her and say, "She doesn't look like me because you never stopped loving HIM." Him being you. No matter how much he loved Keiko, it hurt him every time he looked at her. He deserved better and I couldn't give it to him. Yet, he still loved the both of us unconditionally. Never mad, never angry and always loving and kind. Keiko is more like him than me and I'm grateful because I was so angry at you for so long, but once she was born I couldn't hold onto the anger anymore."
"I can be there for the both of you. As a friend, if that is what you want. I'll do anything just to be a part of your life again."
"My daughter needs family since I'm all that's left of hers. I don't know about us ever happening again, but I don't think it could hurt for you to be another uncle, like Deku."
Katsuki breathed out, not realizing he'd stopped while listening to you.
"My ma really loves her already...And ya know my soft ass dad..."
"You can't fight with your mom in front of her. The yelling, it isn't normal for her. Even when we fought...We ended up laughing because we already forgot what we were arguing about. So, Keiko starts laughing when other kids try to argue with her. I'm working on it, but..."
"Ma and I are pretty...Normal these days. Raise our voices, but not anything like before. Ya know she's going to want Keiko all the time, right?"
You laugh-snorted through the tears, Katsuki smiling as well.
"I figured. We can set up a rental agreement or I can just buy it from you."
Katsuki wouldn't ever let the house go, not even to you. He didn't want your money, but he knew he wouldn't win that fight either. If you wanted to pay rent he would just put the money in an account for Keiko.
"We should get back for dinner or ma is gonna lose her shit. Thanks for letting me back in. Even if its just friends and uncle."
"Hey," Bakugo nodded taking his jacket off as he sat down at the bar next to Kirishima.
"You meet Keiko today? Ball of sunshine with a fiery personality to boot," Kirishima chuckled.
The bar tender set down a beer in front of Bakugo, him & Kiri regulars. So, ordering wasn't necessary.
"Yeah. Ma and dad are already making moves to be grandparents. "
Kiri chuckled, though he could see how torn up his best friend was.
"Talk to me bro."
Bakugo took a deep drink before staring at the label. Clearing his throat and running a hand over his face he took another drink.
"She should be mine. My kid. But I fucked it all up & now...Y/N won't even talk about another chance. And Keiko...She looks so much..."
"Like you. Yeah, man, it was pretty eerie. But..."
"Y/N would never keep my kid from me & Keiko is too young to be mine."
"There's no reason you can't be Keiko's dad, man. You still love Y/N & I know you'd treat Keiko like your own. So, don't give up."
"I ended things because I didn't want to have kids..."
"Yet. You weren't ready yet, man. Y/N will get that."
"She won't talk to me."
"I have a feeling your mom is gonna take care of that. If she doesn't, you know Deku will fix that. She can't resist those emerald eyes or cute freckles."
Bakugo smirked, "Shut up."
Kirishima smiled downing his beer before they got into their weekly ritual of bullshitting.
"She's grown so much. And she's quite intelligent for her age," Deku smiled.
You followed his gaze to where Keiko sat at a table coloring while she hummed.
"Too smart. Very intuitive and perfect. But I might be biased," you smiled.
"That's fair. So, uh, have you spoken to Kacchan yet?"
"Briefly. My assistant booked a fitting under my name instead of hers and poof there was Mitsuki."
Deku chuckled, tapping the side of his coffee cup.
"You really should talk to him. He's regretted the way things ended..."
"Deku. It's not the same now. Keiko is my life. I won't make room for anything else."
Deku took a sip from the cup, his leg bouncing beneath the table until you covered his free hand with yours.
"Its just that...It's not coincidence she looks like Kacchan. I know she's not his, but she honestly could be."
"I wish she was, but my husband was amazing... Bringing another hero into her life...I can't."
"Like it or not, moving back here means Katsuki will become a part of your life...And hers."
Your phone rang and you apologized to Deku before standing to answer it.
"Deku, I have to go...Can we meet up tomorrow?"
You were already scooping Keiko up and grabbing your purse.
"Uh yeah sure. You...okay?"
But you were out the door. Deku dialed Katsuki watching you disappear down the hall.
Your assistant had no idea why you always ordered Bakugo clothing. No idea why you ordered under her name. You never told her you dated the owner's son before you left for the states 5 years ago.
So, when you asked her to make sure your appointment for a fitting was when the owners would be absent, she did. What she failed to do was book the appointment in her name and not yours.
Mitsuki Bakugo had no idea what happened between you & Katsuki. But the moment she saw your name on the books for a fitting she was determined to find out.
The seamstress had adjusted the back of the gown you needed for a gala. So, you stepped out of the dressing room only to find yourself face to face with a pair of ruby eyes.
"Mitsuki...I mean, Mrs. Bakugo."
Before Mitsuki could respond a tiny giggle from a clothing rack to the left rang out.
"Mama! Mama!"
Your daughter popped out from the clothes and stopped when she saw Mitsuki. Mitsuki was frozen, eyes locked on the energetic little blonde.
"Keiko..."
Keiko walked up to Mitsuki her smile growing wider.
"You are pretty. Mama, isn't she pretty?"
You picked your daughter up & kissed her cheek. You already knew what Mitsuki was thinking.
"Yes. Mrs. Bakugo is beautiful. Can you sit quietly over there sweetie?"
You set Keiko down and she walked over to the chair far too big for her. Keiko swung her little legs while humming happily.
"She looks like Katsuki," Mitsuki whispered.
"Keiko isn't Katsuki's. She's 4 years old."
"Hey Ma! Where do you want..."
Katsuki came around the corner, freezing in place the moment he saw you. Katsuki swallowed hard his throat dry at the sight of you in his mom's most recent design.
The three adults all seemed unable to function. Meanwhile Keiko's eyes widened at the sight of the pro hero Dynamight. Rocketing our of her chair she planted herself in front of Katsuki.
"Mr. Dynamight, sir. Um, I think you're really great, but um, you shouldn't yell so much. It'll hurt your throat and then your voice won't be so veluctadive. Seluptous."
Katsuki cocked an eyebrow at you, before kneeling down in front of your daughter.
"Do you mean seductive?"
Keiko clasped her hands together excitedly.
"Yes. That's the word mama used. I think she has a crush on you," Keiko leaned in whispering to Katsuki.
Katsuki choked on a laugh before glancing back up at you.
"Hmm. Is that so?"
"Yup."
Keiko beamed up at you with her perfect smile and dimples. Any embarrassment or irritation dissipated immediately.
"Can you have this sent to the address my assistant sent?"
"In a hurry?" Katsuki asked now standing to his full height as if he could ever intimidate you.
"Yah! We get to see Mr. Deku now."
Keiko reached up for you and you lifted her onto a hip while avoiding Katsuki and praying Mitsuki wouldn't screw you over.
"Would it be okay if Keiko met Masaru? I know he'd love to," Mitsuki gave you the warmest smile and you melted as always.
"Masaaruuu," Keiko sang out.
"Keiko. Be polite and remember to use your manners."
"Yes mommy. But are these your friends? I'm not supposed to be alone with strangers," keiko sang out while playing with a strand of your hair.
"Yes. This is Mr. Dynamight's mom and Masaru is his dad. They are mommy's family."
"Mommy's family. Wait...My family too?!"
Keiko screeched in excitement causing you to laugh and boop her nose.
"Inside voice sweetie. Go with Mitsuki, okay."
"K, mommy."
Mitsuki led Keiko away by the hand while she babbled the whole way about her favorite things.
You met Ryota Kise at Teiko middle school through your friendship with Momoi. At first it was a crush, but he went through girlfriends easily and keeping up was impossible.
You kept your distance outside of hanging with the entire group after practices. As trouble began to brew between the GOM you pulled further away, keeping mostly to Momoi and Aomine though your patience ran thin with him.
Kise, though, kept close always asking you to tutor him in the subjects he failed or would appear and walk you home.
Friends was all you could manage. Between your classes and watching him flirt with all his fans you buried any feelings and kept going.
Your older cousin went to Kaijo so after the millionth call from her you applied and got in. To your chagrin, Kise called you a few days after you got your acceptance letter that he was going there as well.
Your first year in Kaijo you were burning out quickly. So, you accepted a confession from a classmate.
"So, what does he have that I don't?" Kise leaned against the locker beside yours.
"What?"
You shut your locker, wanting to get home before it rained.
"That soccer guy you're dating. I'm so much better. I mean...C'mon, look at how gorgeous I am."
You laughed, shaking your head at his antics. The usual drama with flair only Kise could put on.
"Last I checked we're friends."
Kise stopped walking and realized you had no idea how he really felt. Forcing himself to smile, he bumped his shoulder into yours.
"Best friends. Geez, don't demote me so quickly."
"See you tomorrow?"
Kise smiled watching as you stepped outside, looking back to wave before your boyfriend approached and took your bag from you.
Kise hadn't realized you were going to slip through his fingers, but now as he watched you walk away with someone else he promised himself he would be there for you. No matter what. No matter his own feelings. Because maybe one day you would finally see how in love he'd been with you since the first time you met. The first time you smiled at him. One day.
Best friend Bakugo's shitty girlfriend - brutal violence, full of swearing
"He won't marry me if we don't get along. So, for the last time. Get out of my way," Bakugo's girlfriend seethed at you.
Her face was barely an inch from yours and the anger radiating off her was insane.
"That's between you two. Talk to him."
Your voice was low, your tone even. She had never deserved more than basic respect with all the shit she'd pulled on you the last few years.
"I did talk to him. He will NOT even propose unless we try to get along. If I were that good of an actress I sure as HELL wouldn't be dating his sorry ass."
As much as you wanted to punch her square in the face you held back.
It was their anniversary party and you weren't going to ruin it for Bakugo. So, you simply walked away.
It wasn't two minutes before Bakugo found you outside. You could feel the tension and worry he was carrying by the simple sigh he let out.
"I need you to answer one question. Please."
Bakugo's voice was strained, the veins in his hands popping as he clenched his fists.
"Okay."
You finally turned to face him and the exhaustion was clear. He couldn't lie to himself anymore.
"Do you think I should marry her? It's been 2 years..."
You were floored. This wasn't your Bakugo. Not the stubborn, always right always knew what he wanted man of explosions.
"The Bakugo I knew wouldn't have to ask. And that should be the only answer you need."
You went back inside and planned to regroup & honestly hide beside Shoto, but you didn't get the chance. 3 minutes back inside, grabbing a drink, you were blindsided.
A swift, well placed SMACK that resounded through the rented hall followed by a sting to your cheek silenced the entire room.
"You conniving little bitch. How dare you tell Katsuki not to marry me because of your own shitty little crush. You had years to do something about it & you were too weak."
Mitsuki started to move, but Masaru & Katsuki held her back. Kiri & Mina were frozen in place. Shoto, Izuku & Tenya were too far away. The only ones in motion were Ochacco & Momo with Jiro 2 steps behind.
You noticed nothing. Because the rational part of your brain broke. After 2 years of her abuse taken in silence so your best friend could be happy, you were done.
Your right fist flew into her jaw before you could think about what was happening. Then the floodgates opened as she stumbled back falling to her ass before hesitating a moment and then laying on her back dramatically.
"Since you're just laying there and that's all your good for...Let me explain a few things to you. First, you aren't good enough for Katsuki, you never will be and watching you treat him like he's not good enough for you has made me physically ill for 2 years. Second, my crush on Katsuki was never a threat to you! Never. Katsuki told me he didn't want to ruin our friendship years ago. And guess what? I accepted it. So, why don't you go find some self-worth or confidence or whatever the fuck you need so I don't have to beat it into you. Oh and thirdly, the next time you even consider slapping someone...Think about how much self-control they have. Because honestly, if it were just you & me right now, I would slam your fucking skull into pieces against this floor and turn myself in afterwards. All the lies you told about me. All the relationships you ruined for me. I owe you a skull smashing & so much more. So, get fucked and out of my life you low class low life bitch."
You stood up straight, breathed out and put on your brightest smile.
"Hey, you good?" Ochacco whispered.
"Fuck her! She hit me!"
Bakugo's girlfriend cried out looking for pity or even an ally, but the entire room of guests looked away from her. It was pitiful, but you had taken so much.
"Sorry for the outburst & ruining the party," you continued to smile before simply walking out.
"You better go after her or you'll be laid out next to your girlfriend," Mitsuki growled at Katsuki.
"Ya saw what she did to her. Y/N will do worse to me," Bakugo argued.
"Go! I'll get rid of that...your soon to be ex," Mitsuki snapped back.
You aren't the type that desires or wants attention. So it never occurred to you that doing yoga on your balcony would get you any.
The closest neighbor also had a balcony, but it was 50 feet away. Besides that you always wore comfy, loose yoga pants and a simple t-shirt. Not a v-neck, not a tank top.
So, imagine your surprise when you heard a wolf whistle from across the way. Glancing up you noticed a skinny, blond with a bright smile waving wildly.
"Hey!!! No wonder Blasty loves it here! The view is gorgeous!"
As soon as he spoke you full on blushed immediately recognizing Charge Bolt. The hero with some kind of electric powers. You didn't keep up with heroes or the news honestly.
You simply waved back, collected your items and ran inside. Mortified that you had obviously made a spectacle of yourself you made the decision to add some full length curtains. There were no neighbors on the left of your balcony, so you would still get the sun and the fresh air while you worked out. You only had to block the right side.
The minute Bakugo heard Denki calling out to you he flew up the stairs and smacked him hard.
A few days later when Bakugo came back from a mission he noticed heavy black curtains blocking the view of your balcony.
"Shit," he mumbled to himself.
You were cooking when the doorbell rang. You turned the stove down and ran to the door.
"Uh, hi, can I help you?" You asked.
Bakugo rubbed the back of his neck before meeting your eyes.
"I'm not a perv...Spark plug doesn't know when to shut his mouth."
Most of the words were muttered, but you appreciated his attempt to smooth things over. The world knew Dynamight didn't play well with others. So, this was sweet in your opinion.
"I didn't think that. I just don't want anyone to think I'm looking for attention. I just like the fresh air when I...Nevermind. I'm rambling. Thank you for stopping by."
"Yeah, sure. I...Night."
Bakugo wanted to kick himself for not making a move, but he'd try next time.
I don't really write LADS for here or Ao3. Too afraid to put a target on myself so I will just share a thought I had about Caleb. (I'm a Sylus girlie, but I love Caleb's voice & the cute lisp).
You and MC were best friends growing up & Caleb always enjoyed watching the two of you just being girls. He never minded chaperoning the two of you on trips to the mall or whatever.
Caleb even played basketball with you because in his words, "You're better than half the guys on my team."
You didn't pay much attention to Caleb. Honestly, you had a boyfriend and too many girls already gave Caleb attention. So, you accepted his invite to practice basketball with him, but thought nothing of it.
Caleb had no idea why you didn't show up to his graduation. MC did and the two of you were attached to the hip.
MC was upset, but didn't want to talk about it. It wasn't until Caleb pestered it out of her she finally told him.
"Y/N's boyfriend dumped her for me. It's not my fault."
After a long lecture Caleb headed to your house to check on you. Problem was you'd already left to live with your uncle so you could finish school away from your ex and MC. (You were heartbroken. Your best friend & first love betrayed you. At 16 yrs old it felt like the end of the world).
You never thought of Caleb or MC again and you had no idea you'd caused a rift between them.
Caleb doesn't see you again until you join the academy. And so it begins. His absolute non-stop, unashamed pursuit of you.
Little does Caleb know you want nothing to do with him. You never thought of him that way.
Okay thats my idea. Will eventually write it privately.
Amazon dropped my package off in front of my neighbors door, the picture they took proves it. No package is short version.
So instead of being mad I turned it into this....
You checked the email notification with the attached photo. Biting your lip, unsure if it was worth bothering your neighbor. Surely he'd grabbed it by mistake.
Taking a deep breath you knocked. Heavy footsteps followed by undecipherable muttering made your stomach drop with anxiety.
"Yeah? Oh, hi. Thought you were one of those pamphlet people."
"I'm sorry to bother you, but the delivery guy left a package in front of your door and well its mine."
Bakugo quirked an eyebrow, then sighed as he seemed to consider your words.
"Shit. Uh, sorry, I didn't even look at it. C'mon in, I have dinner on the stove."
He was already walking away when you decided to follow. Oh well, if he murdered you at least he was cute. (Nervous thoughts).
"Wow. That smells amazing."
Of course he was a good cook. You stopped at the counter where your package sat, while he moved to the stove and stirred whatever was in the pot.
"Plenty of it if ya wanna stick around. I mean since I basically stole your package."
"Totally the delivery person's fault. But uh, thanks..."
You grabbed your package, but he turned away from the stove.
"Seriously. I made too much and it never tastes as good the next day."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Sit."
Bakugo nodded to the table a few feet from you. Setting your package back down you sat down and waited as hw plated the food.
Bakugo was going to tip the delivery guy extra for finally screwing up in his favor. Normal people would just ask you out. Bakugo was not exactly normal. And from the sounds you made while eating his food, he figured it wouldn't be hard to get you to stop by more often.
You decide to escape the outside world & retreat to the cabin your grandfather built. Its pretty lonely & you have no idea who the closest neighbor might be or where.
You used to do survival trips with your dad & grandad all the time. You have a gun, but don't need it bc you can swing an axe like Paul Bunyon. At least thats what your dad says.
One day this beautiful wolf, fully black with big golden eyes appears in the gravel "driveway" beside your jeep.
It sits and watches you for a good ten minutes before trotting off into the woods. For weeks it continues to appear and each time stays longer, just watching you.
Its a month now & as you smile at your new friend the sound of heavy boots and soft curses get closer. The wolf just trots towards you and lays his head in your lap watching the direction of the noise.
"There you are you little shit!"
Katsuki Bakugo smirks at the big eyed puppy staring at him from your lap.
"He's yours?" You asked casually though your guard is up.
"More like I'm his. Didn't know where the hell he's been going the last month. Shoulda known it was a pretty woman. He's weak for 'em."
Katsuki's eyes never left the wolf, but the way his smile softened when he spoke made your stomach flip.
"As gorgeous as he is, he should be playing the field," you pet his head gently.
"I'm Katsuki or Bakugo whichever is fine."
"Y/N."
Bakugo nodded taking one last look at his wolf before chuckling.
"Ya ever need anything he knows the way."
"Does he have a name?"
"Yeah. Pain in my ass...He seems to like Lobo. Don't laugh," Bakugo said, but couldn't keep a straight face as you burst out laughing.
"Original."
Bakugo smirked and you found yourself realizing how long it'd been since you talked to another human being. Found yourself wondering what it would take to make that smirk disappear.
"Blame the idiot hikers that point and say wolf every time they see him. You seem like you can take care of yourself, but if ya have a soft heart...look don't go letting just anyone in. People will say their lost and they aren't."
"Thanks. Have you ever had any trouble?"
"Not personally. Just be smart."
"Got it. Lobo have any kind of food preferences?"
Bakugo cocked an eyebrow at you, that smirk reappearing.
"He'll let ya know. It a problem if I come by now and then?"
"Keepin' an eye on me?"
"We're neighbors. Just bein' neighborly."
You truly hoped it wasn't the only reason though.
"Stop by anytime. Your both welcome here," you smiled.
