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As the citizens of Musutafu try to piece their lives back together after the war, the heroes of class 2-A find themselves facing a new threat. A strange virus is sweeping through the city, leaving its victims little more than mindless, violent husks of their former selves.
Meanwhile, Chris Redfield and his team, on the trail of arms dealer Giuseppe Montanari, arrive in Japan just in time to witness the virus outbreak. Now they're stuck in a race against time to find a cure for the virus before Musutafu is overrun, and to stop Montanari before it's too late.
Chapter Twenty-One, Alt Six: Misplaced Blame
Todoroki finally reunites with Aizawa, but things don't go as smoothly as they'd hoped.
I have no idea what happened to the original post 😭 but here is, once again, my first challenge prompt of the month. This one is sewerrat in honor of my best friend @/tailofworm on tiktok! Please check out their videos if you're itching for more Peter & Regulus! I'm keeping challenges to solely tumblr, so the fic is under the cut. I hope you enjoy!
You Owe Me - Regulus Black & Peter Pettigrew
General, No Warnings
It's not Regulus' fault that Peter wants to make deals with Slytherins. It's not Regulus' fault that second years can't go to Hogsmeade. Regulus knows that Peter will figure it out. After all, he owes him.
@flufftober
Regulus Black is a Slytherin. He was always destined to be a Slytherin. There was never any doubt in anyone’s mind where Regulus would sort. Except for his brother, apparently.
When Regulus first arrived at Hogwarts, he and Sirius were still on good terms. Despite his brother’s infatuation with Remus and borderline obsession with James, they reconnected over summer holiday and Regulus was actually excited to go to school. The moment the Sorting Hat touched his head and declared him a Slytherin, however, all his dreams of being part of Sirius’ mischief disappeared. Suddenly, he wasn’t good enough to talk to, or write to, or even look at. Sirius went from telling Regulus about all the mad things he and his mates got into to avoiding him like they’re mortal enemies.
Which, strangely enough, led him here; the back of the library with Peter Pettigrew as his only study partner.
“Do you get this one?” Peter asks and leans over the table to point at a question on his Potions assignment.
Regulus glances down at it from behind his Arithmancy book. “Yes,” he answers.
“That’s it?” prompts Peter when Regulus doesn’t say more. Regulus shrugs and doesn’t look up again. “Well, can you help me?” he snaps.
“For a price,” Regulus agrees, disinterested.
His friend sighs. “What?” he says, resigned.
Regulus snaps his book shut and smiles at Peter. “Take me to Hogsmeade,” he presents his demand.
Peter’s mouth drops open and his eyes become huge. “What?” he exclaims, too loud in the silent library. Someone shushes them from behind a towering stack of books. Quieter, Peter repeats, “What?”
Regulus doesn’t budge. “Take me to Hogsmeade.”
“I can’t!” he insists but Regulus knows it’s a lie. He’s watched his brother and his friends sneak around the castle. He knows they know how to get out of it. “Regulus, you’re a second year. You’re not allowed–”
“You can get me out without anyone knowing. I know you can,” interrupts Regulus simply. He waits for Peter to challenge him. He knows he can’t.
Peter sighs and rubs his hands over his face. “You’re impossible,” he complains. “It’s not like people won’t see you.”
“Use Potter’s invisibility cloak.” Peter gapes at him and Regulus almost feels bad. “I know he has it. Just use it for me.”
“You’re serious,” Peter says in awe, though it’s less reverential and more horrified. “You’re actually bloody serious.”
“I want to go,” Regulus tells him. “Everyone in my year will be jealous.”
“You can’t tell them!” Peter insists sharply. Book Tower shushes them again, this time leaning around to glare too. It’s a little firstie. A Hufflepuff too. Regulus sneers back and the kid squeaks. “You’re going to get us both in trouble,” Peter continues like Regulus doesn’t know that already.
“I know,” he retorts. “I’m not going to tell them. They’ll know but I won’t confirm anything. That will make me even cooler.”
Peter scowls. “You Slytherins make no sense.”
“Better than Gryffindors,” he replies automatically.
“Fine!” Peter finally exclaims. “Fine, I’ll take you. Just… help me.” He looks up with round eyes and pouty lips, like that’s more compelling than agreeing to Regulus’ terms.
“Pleasure doing business with you,” Regulus says smoothly before leaning in. He points at a page in Peter’s textbook. “The answer is right here.”
“What!?” he cries and the firstie doesn’t bother. “It was—That wasn’t any work for you at all!”
Regulus smirks. “You didn’t know where the answer was, now you do. You’re welcome.”
“You didn’t do shit!”
“You already agreed, Peter. I’ll see you on Saturday.” With that, Regulus stands and leaves, feeling incredibly smug. Being a Slytherin isn’t so bad.
♡♡♢♢
Saturday finds Regulus sweaty and uncomfortable under the thickest cloak known to wizardkind. It’s heavy and Regulus can feel his breath against his chin which is making him vaguely sick. This is what I asked for, he reminds himself and feels stupid. Hogsmeade isn’t even that interesting from what he’s seen. Although, most of it has been spent shuffling awkwardly behind Peter, Sirius, Remus, and James. This isn’t what he expected at all.
He quietly sneaks behind Peter and pokes him in the back, hoping to get his attention. The other boy squeaks and jolts.
“All right?” James asks him and claps a hand on his shoulder. Peter nods and it isn’t convincing at all. It’s enough for James apparently, though, because he shrugs and walks off.
“I’m gonna find the loo,” Peter tells his friends. None of them really bother looking at him. Sirius waves him off.
When they get far enough away from the boys (and most other students), Regulus says, “I don’t know why you hang out with them.”
Peter sighs and looks in his general direction. “You wouldn’t understand.”
Since he really likely wouldn’t, Regulus lets it go. Peter leads him to the bookstore—Regulus told him he wanted to go there yesterday when he was handed the cloak. Right before he opens the door, Peter whispers, “Don’t touch anything.”
♡♡♢♢
The rest of their afternoon is spent like that. Peter opens doors for Regulus, patiently waits around for Regulus, makes sure he announces where they’re off to next for Regulus. It’s rather nice, he realises. His friends in Slytherin aren’t nearly as thoughtful or considerate. Regulus quite likes having someone remember his interests or offer to buy his candies.
When Peter walks him back to the dungeons that evening, he smiles and says, “I had a nice time.”
Regulus sneers only so he won’t smile. “Obviously,” he replies without any heat. “Who wouldn’t?”
Peter’s smile doesn’t falter. He takes the cloak in one hand and stuffs his other in his pocket. “I’ll see you later.”
Regulus hesitates before saying, “Thank you.”
“You owe me one.”
Regulus scowls. “That’s not how it worked!”
Peter’s laugh lingers in the hall long after the other boy is gone.
Ooooh the first platonic challenge of the season! Today we have sewerrat, an unhinged shipname created by my dearest friend over on tiktok @/tailofworm! I'm posting it in full here on tumblr rather than uploading it to ao3. The fic will be under the cut!
@flufftober
You Owe Me - Regulus Black & Peter Pettigrew
General Audiences, No Warnings
It's not Regulus' fault that Peter wants to make deals with Slytherins. It's not Regulus' fault that second years can't go to Hogsmeade. Regulus knows that Peter will figure it out. After all, he owes him.
Regulus Black is a Slytherin. He was always destined to be a Slytherin. There was never any doubt in anyone’s mind where Regulus would sort. Except for his brother, apparently.
When Regulus first arrived at Hogwarts, he and Sirius were still on good terms. Despite his brother’s infatuation with Remus and borderline obsession with James, they reconnected over summer holiday and Regulus was actually excited to go to school. The moment the Sorting Hat touched his head and declared him a Slytherin, however, all his dreams of being part of Sirius’ mischief disappeared. Suddenly, he wasn’t good enough to talk to, or write to, or even look at. Sirius went from telling Regulus about all the mad things he and his mates got into to avoiding him like they’re mortal enemies.
Which, strangely enough, led him here; the back of the library with Peter Pettigrew as his only study partner.
“Do you get this one?” Peter asks and leans over the table to point at a question on his Potions assignment.
Regulus glances down at it from behind his Arithmancy book. “Yes,” he answers.
“That’s it?” prompts Peter when Regulus doesn’t say more. Regulus shrugs and doesn’t look up again. “Well, can you help me?” he snaps.
“For a price,” Regulus agrees, disinterested.
His friend sighs. “What?” he says, resigned.
Regulus snaps his book shut and smiles at Peter. “Take me to Hogsmeade,” he presents his demand.
Peter’s mouth drops open and his eyes become huge. “What?” he exclaims, too loud in the silent library. Someone shushes them from behind a towering stack of books. Quieter, Peter repeats, “What?”
Regulus doesn’t budge. “Take me to Hogsmeade.”
“I can’t!” he insists but Regulus knows it’s a lie. He’s watched his brother and his friends sneak around the castle. He knows they know how to get out of it. “Regulus, you’re a second year. You’re not allowed–”
“You can get me out without anyone knowing. I know you can,” interrupts Regulus simply. He waits for Peter to challenge him. He knows he can’t.
Peter sighs and rubs his hands over his face. “You’re impossible,” he complains. “It’s not like people won’t see you.”
“Use Potter’s invisibility cloak.” Peter gapes at him and Regulus almost feels bad. “I know he has it. Just use it for me.”
“You’re serious,” Peter says in awe, though it’s less reverential and more horrified. “You’re actually bloody serious.”
“I want to go,” Regulus tells him. “Everyone in my year will be jealous.”
“You can’t tell them!” Peter insists sharply. Book Tower shushes them again, this time leaning around to glare too. It’s a little firstie. A Hufflepuff too. Regulus sneers back and the kid squeaks. “You’re going to get us both in trouble,” Peter continues like Regulus doesn’t know that already.
“I know,” he retorts. “I’m not going to tell them. They’ll know but I won’t confirm anything. That will make me even cooler.”
Peter scowls. “You Slytherins make no sense.”
“Better than Gryffindors,” he replies automatically.
“Fine!” Peter finally exclaims. “Fine, I’ll take you. Just… help me.” He looks up with round eyes and pouty lips, like that’s more compelling than agreeing to Regulus’ terms.
“Pleasure doing business with you,” Regulus says smoothly before leaning in. He points at a page in Peter’s textbook. “The answer is right here.”
“What!?” he cries and the firstie doesn’t bother. “It was—That wasn’t any work for you at all!”
Regulus smirks. “You didn’t know where the answer was, now you do. You’re welcome.”
“You didn’t do shit!”
“You already agreed, Peter. I’ll see you on Saturday.” With that, Regulus stands and leaves, feeling incredibly smug. Being a Slytherin isn’t so bad.
♡♡♢♢
Saturday finds Regulus sweaty and uncomfortable under the thickest cloak known to wizardkind. It’s heavy and Regulus can feel his breath against his chin which is making him vaguely sick. This is what I asked for, he reminds himself and feels stupid. Hogsmeade isn’t even that interesting from what he’s seen. Although, most of it has been spent shuffling awkwardly behind Peter, Sirius, Remus, and James. This isn’t what he expected at all.
He quietly sneaks behind Peter and pokes him in the back, hoping to get his attention. The other boy squeaks and jolts.
“All right?” James asks him and claps a hand on his shoulder. Peter nods and it isn’t convincing at all. It’s enough for James apparently, though, because he shrugs and walks off.
“I’m gonna find the loo,” Peter tells his friends. None of them really bother looking at him. Sirius waves him off.
When they get far enough away from the boys (and most other students), Regulus says, “I don’t know why you hang out with them.”
Peter sighs and looks in his general direction. “You wouldn’t understand.”
Since he really likely wouldn’t, Regulus lets it go. Peter leads him to the bookstore—Regulus told him he wanted to go there yesterday when he was handed the cloak. Right before he opens the door, Peter whispers, “Don’t touch anything.”
♡♡♢♢
The rest of their afternoon is spent like that. Peter opens doors for Regulus, patiently waits around for Regulus, makes sure he announces where they’re off to next for Regulus. It’s rather nice, he realises. His friends in Slytherin aren’t nearly as thoughtful or considerate. Regulus quite likes having someone remember his interests or offer to buy his candies.
When Peter walks him back to the dungeons that evening, he smiles and says, “I had a nice time.”
Regulus sneers only so he won’t smile. “Obviously,” he replies without any heat. “Who wouldn’t?”
Peter’s smile doesn’t falter. He takes the cloak in one hand and stuffs his other in his pocket. “I’ll see you later.”
Regulus hesitates before saying, “Thank you.”
“You owe me one.”
Regulus scowls. “That’s not how it worked!”
Peter’s laugh lingers in the hall long after the other boy is gone.
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Life or death, truth or lies, and an impossible choice….
When Amajiki is viciously attacked by an unknown villain, events begin to spiral out that could break the public's trust in heroes permanently. Heroes and students rush to find the ones responsible for the attack and stop the spread of misinformation before it's too late.
Then Todoroki goes missing…
Then Kaminari is attacked by the same villain that attacked Amajiki…
And someone's been watching everything and leaking every move the heroes make to the public. Can Aizawa rescue his students and put a stop to this…or will he be forced to choose between the kids he cares about?
...
(@whumpcember Day Thirty-One, Alt 6: Could You Stay a Little Longer? -- Time for healing and thoughts of the future.)
Tamaki nodded. He didn’t know Kaminari very well, but he knew he was Kirishima’s friend. “Um...Fat Gum said he was your kid?” he asked hesitantly.
“They’re all my kids,” Aizawa said simply. “Some more literally than others.”
“Him and Todoroki and Shinsou, from the general studies class, right?” Mirio asked. “Oh, and Eri, of course.”
Aizawa gave a nod. “The others will be going back with you. I just have a few more things to arrange, and then you’ll be on your way.”
“Thank you.” Tamaki lowered his head, waiting for Aizawa to stand and leave the room. He leaned to the side, resting his shoulder against Mirio’s. “We’re going home.”
Summary: Knowing the future hurts. It hurts when you know your friends will betray you. You trust the one when you know you shouldn’t and you try not to, the other you want to trust, but your mind says no.
Why do I trust him? I keep asking myself over and over. I shouldn’t trust him. I know this.
Why do I trust him?
Why do I trust him?
Why do I trust him?
I know what he’ll do. He’ll kill us all in a few months. Yet still I trust him.
Why do I trust him?
Why do I trust him?
Why do I trust him?
I don’t think Skywalker trusts me, and if he doesn’t then I don’t blame him. I know his secrets. He knows this, but he doesn’t know how. And I always lie to him. Yet I trust him. I trust him with my life.
Why do I trust him?
Why do I trust him?
Why do I trust him?
I see him as a brother. Yet I also see him as an enemy. I hate the conflict I’m always in with him. One moment he’s Anakin Skywalker, my brother, a Jedi Knight. The next moment he’s Darth Vader, my enemy, a Sith Lord. He’s both, but he hasn’t fallen yet.
Why do I trust him?
Why do I trust him?
Why do I trust him?
When everything happens he will have the choice. And he will choose to betray us. While I had chosen to change this. To save us. To prevent this. There’s still a few months left, and yet I already know that I've failed. I won’t stop trying. Maybe he won’t be Vader.
Why do I trust him?
I have another question on repeat as well: Why can’t I trust him? Why can’t I trust Cody? Or any of the clones in fact. They’re my brothers too. And yet, knowing what will happen with Order sixty-six - I can’t trust them. They won’t have a choice - yet I can’t trust them.
Why can’t I trust him?
Why can’t I trust him?
Why can’t I trust him?
I should still be able to trust him. Yet I have problems being able to. Despite spending more time with him. Despite being closer to him. I can’t trust Cody. I want to trust him. I want to trust him with my life. In the same way Master Kenobi trusts him.
Why can’t I trust him?
Why can’t I trust him?
Why can’t I trust him?
I want to trust him. He won’t have a choice. He won’t know. He’s my friend. My brother. We’ve spent three years fighting this war together. We even have a game we can play together. Trying to catch Master Kenobi’s lightsaber when he drops it. I’ve even taught Cody how to use a lightsaber. That’s how much I’ve always trusted him before. Yet now I can’t trust him.
Why can’t I trust him?
Why can’t I trust him?
Why can’t I trust him?
And why do I trust him?
I trust Anakin, despite knowing what he will do and his choices that lead to it. Despite what he’s already done. Yet I don’t trust Cody because I know what he will do. Even though he won’t have a choice. None of the clones will.
Why do I trust him?
And why can’t I trust them?
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"How can he sound so convinced that he can do it, and all on his own? Who is that man, Milva?" Cahir mutters to the archer, dismounting right next to her.
"In truth, I don't know. We only met him yesterday evening. He distills one hell of an awesome moonshine, and, when it comes to impossible tasks, I believe him. Only this morning he got a red-hot horseshoe out of a fire with bare hands. In front of my very eyes."
"I saw it, too. Is he a sorcerer?"
"No, I am not," Regis answers from behind Pegasus. The man does not only have astonishingly fire-resistant hands, Cahir notes, but also exceptionally sensitive ears. A regular human could not have heard them talking, could they? A Witcher mayhaps, they are said to be able to sense a heartbeat from metres away. However, Regis looks even less like a Witcher than a mage.
"But does it really matter who I am?" the stranger continues. "After all, I haven't asked for your personal details."
"I am Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach," Cahir offers readily. It is not a secret and, as they will hopefully be travelling companions for a while longer and he knows Regis's name, it is only fair to tell him his.
"I thank you and am full of admiration." The man's voice holds a slight note of scorn. "I heard almost no Nilfgaardian accent when you pronounced your Nilfgaardian surname."
"I'm not—" Cahir begins but Milva cuts him off unceremoniously.
"Enough! This isn't the time for arguing or hesitating. Regis, the Witcher's waiting to be rescued."
"Not before midnight, my girl," Regis says, looking up at the moon with a slight frown. "We have some time to talk." He eyes Cahir mistrustfully, then addresses the archer. "Who is this person, Milva?"
"That person," she replies, a little angry and standing up for Cahir, "rescued me from a tight spot. That person will tell the Witcher, when he meets him, that he's going in the wrong direction. Ciri's not in Nilfgaard."
"A revelation indeed," Regis says, his voice softening. "And its source, Sir Cahir, son of Ceallach?"
"It's a long story."
"A long story the Witcher will be highly interested in, no doubt about that, as soon as he is freed. However," Regis gives Cahir a stern look, "I need the short version now, and pronto. Milva might trust you, but I don't. You better convince me of your good intentions. I could not leave her alone with you with an easy conscience if you don't."
From chapter 16 of “To Kill Or Not To Kill”. Read the story on Ao3:
