#nemo imagines

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Out of all the heroes, Eraserhead wasn’t the best one to be hunted by. His quirk made the types of villains who stole cash from grocery stores, or pickpocketed from unsuspecting passers-by into nothing more than someone having a really bad day. One look and their strength vanished, flashy lights were gone, and mind control was no longer effective. 

But you weren’t like those regular villains. 

You were smarter, a master strategist, and could read a room quicker than you can say ‘Eat This!’. You were more cunning, and could never be backed into a corner, physically and emotionally. You’d been caught red-handed stealing and killing by one too many people, and yet had never been taken into custody. 

All that, and yet you had no quirk at all. 

No one knew - god, what would become of you if someone knew? - so instead you placed up a perfect curtain to hide the fact you were quirkless. Making them all think you had some horrible power that is to never be unleashed unless you opponents want to be obliterated wasn’t hard. Gaining the reputation in order to never have to use the non-existent quirk - that indeed was the hard part. 

But you achieved that years ago. Nowadays you were having too much fun evading Eraserhead to worry about building that reputation more. 

“You don’t like making much noise, do you Eraser?” Stretching from your rooftop view, you turned to see him standing on the opposite edge. His capture weapon was poised midair, and he tilted his goggles up to his hairline. 

“You often make too much of it.” he replied drying, stepping down off the building ledge to push his presence closer. “What you did today was way too much. You went too far. And I am not leaving you alone until you’re dead or locked away forever.” 

You watched him carefully. Normally, he didn’t shy away from threats - even if they turned empty - but something about his words today were different. His tone, posture, the way his eyes kept flickering between their normal darkness and their red glow. 

Your lips curled back to bear your teeth in a smile. 

“So those UA kids, they are your weak spot.” 

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She was nice. One of the lights in the world. Lights burn bright, casting warmth and safety across all that come in it’s way. Light’s mean rest. 

But lights can break. They can crackle and roar, and ignite fires so fierce that nothing can stop it in its path. Light can burn brighter than hell itself. 

There was nothing scarier than a light being broken, and Levi got to witness it first hand.

It wasn’t like there wasn’t any other way to get the job done, but she - being who she was - wouldn’t just stand back and wait for the authorities to get here. No, (y/n) was not content with just standing at the lit end of the side street to make sure the men didn’t do anything more to the child. 

(y/n) wasn’t Erwin, she wasn’t going to make the phone call. (y/n) wasn’t Hange or Mike either, not to stand almost fidgeting in their impatience to get in there and get things over and done with. In fact, (y/n) was most like Levi, wanting to make those guys pay for what they did. 

Unlike Levi, though, when (y/n) went in, with a fire, a light in her eyes, she went in for the child. And, of course, Levi wasn’t fast enough to get to the men before (y/n) did. 

That was the other thing about light - there is nothing faster. 

Before Erwin could say any further explanation over the phone, she’d already made her way down the dully lit street and had placed herself between the child and the men. Levi had to admit, there was something to admire in her ‘no hesitation’ rule. If she ever had to answer a call to arms, she’d make a good soldier. 

After that things moved pretty fast. 

The men came forward, one after her, and one lunging for the child - she wasted no time in slamming her palm upwards into the man’s nose, breaking it with a resounding crack, before turning to wrap her hands around the other man's head and claw her nails into his face without so much as a moment’s breath of hesitation. 

She sure as hell was something, Levi knew that much. 

He loved it.

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If Levi’s day was going to get any weirder (or generally worse) than what it was right now he sure as hell wished someone would have told him. 

First, anyone who he’d even dare call a ‘friend’ was missing.

Then Levi felt a tingling in his fingers and toes, the feeling soon spreading up, his limbs until his vision blurred and all he could see was a bright white light. He soon found his vision clearing, standing smack in the middle of a room he’d never been in before. 

He didn't like that one bit.

The room looked bare. He wasn’t even trying to be mean about it either. Appart from a few boxes in the corner, a couch, a weird-looking thin metal box, a window and a couple doorways it was literally empty. There weren’t even any picture frames on the walls.

He heard a crash from a doorless doorway, and took some silent steps forwards to check it out. He heard a similar crash again, this time followed by a hiss and string of curses, and poked his head into the room - or kitchen. 

There he found a person, bent over a drawer, holding a knife in one hand, and sucking on their finger. Levi frowned. He could put two and two together to guess they cut themselves, but it bothered him that they’d suck their finger when there was a tap and sink right next to them. He was also bothered that they hadn’t noticed him yet. 

Better late than never. 

“Oi, put that under water.” They let out a shriek, almost dropping the knife in the process, before turning to face him with wide eyes.

“The hell did you get in!” they said, hand shaking lightly, before finally actually looking at him. Levi had never seen this person - or place - in his entire life, so he wondered why they looked like they recognized him. “You- you’re the guy, the Corporal on in that show -”

“- I’m Captain Levi Ackerman.” he corrected, eyes narrowed, “I’d hoped you could answer my question of how I got in here. Apparently not.” 

Their look of plain shock turned to one that more resembled confusion.

“Huh?” they said, tilting their head at him, “How would I know how you got here?” They stared at each other for a few large moments. Apparently neither of them knew how he got in their apartment. 

“Well then, since you’re obviously too useless to answer that question, have you seen anyone else like me?” Levi asked. “There’s a man - tall, blond, big eyebrows - and a woman - brunette, real nasty glasses, obnoxiously loud?” 

They tilted their head at him again. 

Then a thump, followed by a loud gasp came from the kitchen window. 

“Levi! Who’s your new friend!” This time they did drop the knife.

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“Can we keep them?”

“No.”

“Why not? They smell good.” Eddie rolled his eyes, looking back at your apartment one last time. “See, you like them too.” 

“Venom, please. It’s not up to us about whether we ‘keep them’ or not.” He said, then paused in his stride for a moment. “Wait, you like them?” 

“Yes. They’ll make a very good mate.”

“What?” Eddie spluttered, frowning to himself. “That’s not the reason you like them, and we both know it.” 

“I do enjoy their company -”

“- Because they give us chocolate -”

“- Because they give us chocolate!” 

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“Looks like the kitty has a friend!” 

“M’lady, please. I’m suffering an existential crisis right now.” Ladybug laughed, looking between her Chat Noir and this new Miraculous holder - of which had a striking resemblance to Chat in pretty much every way (minus hair and eye colour, and body shape). 

Chat was right to think something wasn’t right - there was only supposed to be one Black Cat. The new figure jumped onto the roof nearby, then made their way over to the duo.

“Allô, sorry if I’ve disrupted anything.” they said, their voice smooth and eyes lazy, “I’m visiting the area and figured an extra pair of hands would make things easier.” they finished, gesturing to the Akuma as they leaned on their staff.

“Oh, it’s no problem right chaton?” Ladybug said, smirking over at Chat. He hadn’t been able to not look at the newcomer since they came, and he thought he was being subtle about it.

“No, not at all.” 

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It was dark, and smelt distinctively of dust and dirt. But one thing was for sure, you did not belong here. 

You uncrossed your arms from over your chest - a position you definitely did not go to sleep in - and tried to sit up. You failed, only gaining a bump on your head and the knowledge that there was something hard above you. Feeling around only made panic rise up in your throat.

Where were you?

You started beating on whatever had your trapped, yelling to be freed. Your cries were short lived, for there was someone nearby that made sure they didn’t go unnoticed - you saw light. 

“It says they were a Royal...” someone said as you sat up. You looked around, first noticing the strange room you were in, and then what you were being held in. A stone coffin. 

“A rather handsome one.” A blond man said, stepping up to you - his armour clanking - and held a hand out for you to take. “Evening, your Majesty.” 

Another came up behind him, wearing some rather strange clothing for a man. 

“Welcome to your new home.” 

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You weren't always a 'car person'. In fact, up until about a year ago you had no interest in them at all, not even to drive them. But then your dad bought you a busted up and warn yellow Camaro, and you fell in love. 

Really, who could blame you?

Even though it's radio switched stations like a jukebox, and that the door sometimes opened on it's own when you went to grab it, it was fantastic. It was a Camaro. 

Who'd complain about having a freaking Camaro as their first car?

About a month in, you knew why you suddenly 'connected' to this car so much. Instead of your Camaro, there was a giant robot. The garage was filled with this huge hunk of machinery, and you had no idea whether to scream or keep staring back at it in awe. 

You didn't have to decide. It chose for you, introducing itself as 'Bumblebee', and that was where your real love of cars sparked.