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In prison AU, I feel like darling would be an young cop in training and with not very much experience and that Darling just got out of college and just started the work. The reason why they hired Darling in an such dangerous prison (Probably the most dangerous prison as there's demons and ghosts and insane man) is because just like in the Mental Asylum AU, Darling is very good the job and pretty good at it.

Well those are my thoughts but I would like to hear yours words at the Darling in this AU, If you don't mind😊 .

Something Short (Prison AU Introduction)

Warning: Criminals, death row, rape and sexual assault mentioned, murder, violence, cannibalism, graphic descriptions of crimes, mental disorders, mental instability, sadism, apathy, sexual themes, robbery, drug use, sexual harassment, short tempers, big sentences I'm talking life, massacres and more. This AU is not for the faint of heart.

Yep! I didn't do all of them (I think I left out 2 people, but besides that they're all here.)

I feel like you would be having a paid internship at the maximum security prison due to you being the best cop at the college you're attending.

Here's what you need to know.

Jeffery Woods. A man in his early 30s, arrested for multiple accounts of serial Murder, Mutilation, Kidnapping, Torture, Stalking, Vandalism, Arson, Breaking and entering, Parricide, Drug use and rape. He has the reputation of assaulting, mocking, teasing and harassing guards. Jeff is often in solitary confinement, but that doesn't stop him from his usual actions. Has to be kept away from Jane Elizabeth Arkensaw due to them activity starting fights. He is deemed one of the deadliest prisoners. During your internship, he will be one of the prisoners you'll be interacting to help sharpen your skills. He will by far be one of if not the hardest to interrogate.

Tobias Erin Rogers. A man in his late 20s arrested for Serial murder, Torture, Vandalism, Arson, Stalking, Patricide, Breaking and Entering, Kidnapping, and suspected of multiple accounts of sexual assault but is yet to be confirmed. Currently sentenced to life in jail with possibility of parole after serving a minimum of 30 years. He suffers a handful of disorders and quite often causes trouble for both staff and other inmates. He struggled with controlling his emotions and his impulsive behavior which often leads to himself, inmates and staff to be harmed. Despite this, you will be interacting with him during your internship due to him being able to get a long with staff for a short period of time if he finds them "hot." Warnings, don't get too attached, don't believe most of the things he says, don't give or take anything from him, and don't let his suffering fool you. He has a history of using his suffering against others and actually led to him escaping when he was first sent here when he was 19, and they didn't capture him again until last year when he turned 27.

Liu Woods, also known as Homicidal Liu. A man in early to mid 20s, arrested for Serial murder, stalking, kidnapping, robbery, breaking and entering, assault, and vandalism. Currently serving a a sentence of 50 years but has a chance of parole once he serves 20. Liu is the little brother of Jeffery Woods, and after Jeffery almost murdered him, he developed an alter ego named Sully. Lui is is relatively quiet, observant, possessive and violent. But his violence gets worse when he's Sully. Lui normally doesn't harm guards or prisoners unless provocted, but he has attacked them with no apparent reason on multiple accounts. Liu is one of the prisoners you will be seeing often due to you working mostly in his section of the prison, where most of the pastas are such of Eyeless Jack and Toby. Warning when dealing with Liu, watch your words and actions, DO NOT touch anything of his unless it's a danger to him or others, and don't asked him too much about his past due to it being his biggest trigger in becoming Sully. If you're dealing Sully, be extremely careful, don't make sudden moves and don't anger him. Sully is extremely violent, sadistic but oddly childish. Sully is supposedly a seven year old according to both himself and Liu, so treat him as an extremely dangerous child.

Helen Otis, also labeled The Bloody Painter. A man between the ages for 25 to 35, arrested for Serial murder, kidnapping and breaking and entering. He culprit of both the 1994 school massacre and a murder case in 2003. He is sentenced to 45 years without parole. Helen is extremely apathetic, cold and selfish. Despite this however, he can be polite, a gentleman. All of his murders represent some form of art, using the blood of his victims to create beautiful work at every crime scene. Helen is two faced, meaning that his gentleman front is an act, nothing genuine. Helen doesn't fight staff or prisoners, only attacking if they were to attack him first. He's known to be polite to both staff and prisoners, even flirting with some of the staff members. You'll be using Helen's cases as a way to practice investing crimes scenes, and you'll be interacting with Helen occasionally in order to figure out the motives behind his murders. Warnings when interacting with Helen, don't fall for his manipulation, don't fall for his charm and never allow yourself or him to go off topic.

Eyeless Jack. A demon is what he is. Not a human, not a ghost, but a demon sent from hell. EJ's age is unknown, we don't how long he's been commiting his crimes or even how long he's been around. But, relying on appearance alone, he appears to be a 24 year old humanoid with no eyes. Ej is charged with serial murder, cannibalism, kidnapping, breaking and entering, and stalking. EJ's sentence is life in prison without parole and the judge is consider the death sentence. Ej doesn't talk much, always watching the other prisoners with hunger written on his face. He's often wearing a mask, but when he isn't you can see the Eyeless sockets and if he opens his mouth, the hundreds of tentacle like tongues he has. No staff member is allowed to be alone with EJ due to him in the past immediately murdering and eating the staff members' organs. EJ is known to be cruel, sadistic, highly intelligent and scarily patient, he's a predator. During your internship, you won't be interacting with EJ unless told, and even then you won't be allowed alone with him. But you can't shake off the feeling someone is following or watching you. Is that... Blood?

Laughing Jack. Another demon we holp in or facility. To be honest, we don't even know if he's a demon or an imaginary friend gone real, we really don't know. We don't know his age or how he manifested. Even if we rely on his appearance, we can't determine how old he might be. Jack is arrested for serial murder, torture, mutilation, kidnapping, and breaking and entering. Jack is extremely playful and childish, his main victims being families, but mostly their children, he claims he's a child's best friend, he's also evil, sadistic, cruel, and an overall mystery to us. He is sentenced to life in prison, but even then he has escaped multiple times. You won't be interacting with Jack at all during your internship, due to his case still being looked into and more and more charges are being found for him. But every day he finds you, talking to you, showing you tricks, being playful and entertaining, but you can't ignore the look in his eyes. You don't exactly know how to explain it, but whatever it, his plans for you are far from innocent fun.

Timothy Wright. A man in his early to mid 30s, arrested for serial Murder, Stalking, trespassing, kidnappings, rape, vandalism, breaking and entering, and arson. Sentenced to life in prison with possibility of parole after serving a minimum of 30 years. Tim is quite the unstable prisoner, often seen yelling and cursing and fighting people oen minute, and muttering, pulling at his hair, screaming and crying the next. Tim suffers from both schizophrenia and MPD, and due to us restricting his meds so he wouldn't abuse them causes him to be, uncontrollable. Tim has an alter ego named Masky. While Tim is more calm yet violent and moody and often in some form of distress, Masky is short-tempered, violent, sadistic, and an awful man. Whenever Tim is Masky he claims he doesn't even remember the stuff he did, but he describes it as him blacking out. Tim isn't out often so during your internship you'll mostly be interacting with Masky, not Tim. If your interacting with Tim, don't think for a second he's nicer or safer. Tim can be rude, mean, manipulative and violent, but with Masky it's at a whole different degree. When dealing with Timothy, don't fall for his manipulation, tricks, charms, nothing. In the past he's been known to have lighters, cigarettes, guns and other things just from having one conversation with a guard. If Tim starts become more and more unstable, leave and call a hard to take him back to his cell to calm down. You have to have Strong skin if you're gonna deal with Tim/Masky. He's ruthless, blunt, sadistic and will make you cry and breakdown, all for his amusement. He often fights with Tobias and yells at his 'friend' Brian, who often either ignores him and mocks him.

Brain Thomas. A man in his early to mid 30s, arrested for Stalking, serial Murder, Theft, Kidnapping, suspected of sexual assault but is yet to be confirmed, vandalism, hacking, blackmail, breaking and entering, arson and torture. Sentenced to life in prison with possibility of parole after serving a minimum of 30 years. Brian also has an alter ego by the name of Hoodie. Brian is often quiet, observant and keeps to himself most of time, mostly only interacting with Tim and a few others but tends to be by himself in his cell most of the time. He has a reputation of being a charmer and a flirt with the guards only to use them to get stuff such as phones and cameras. What he needs the camera's for, we don't know. Hoodie on the other hand rarely talks. And when he does it's slightly deeper than Brian's voice. Hoodie is way more hostile and alert than Brian, and unlike Tim, Brian remembers everything that he does while as Hoodie. When you interact with Brian, don't listen to words, don't fall for his charms, and more specifically, don't fall for his blackmail. It's not sure how, but Brian has dirt on everyone who works at the prison, and anyone who hasn't followed his orders became another victim to his blackmail. Brian, just like his co-workers Tobias and Tim, is very sadistic and cruel, and surprisingly apathetic. He admitted that everytime his victims would cry or tell him how bad of person he was, he'd only smile and laugh and told them that he didn't care. When dealing with Brian, don't talk too much, and don't talk too little. Brian is a gather, an interrogator, he knows how to get info by any means.

Benjamin Lawman, also known as Ben Drowned. A man in his between the ages of 18 and 23. Ben is a ghost, or more a vengeful spirit, but he's like a human, being able to touched and seen. Ben was charged with serial murder, kinda of a cult leader, drug use, kidnapping, hacking, vandalism, torture, stealing government files, tampering of evidence, and suspected of rape but is yet to be confirmed. He is also on death row but the judge is considering possibly taking him out if he's willing to help them with tech, but by how things are going so far Ben is stuck on death row. Ben is a sadistic, apathetic, oppressive, controlling, perverted, master manipulator who literally doesn't give a shit about anything. His mugshot was like those teenage dirtbag videos you see on TikTok. Ben is known for starting power outages, corrupting camera footage, sexually harassing staff and making the prisoners in the other half of the prison his bitch just by manipulating them. Ben doesn't see prison as prison, he sees it as a small little vacation, the only thing missing is the tech and drugs. You are forbidden from interacting with Ben due to him being a high level threat. Those who have to interact with him remove any and all tech, including walkies and watches. Ben is held in a special cell, with him cuffed and against the wall. When you walk into his room, his glitched out voice erupted into laughter and he has a deranged smile on his face. He's extremely close with Jeffery and EJ, all them being trialed together and sentenced together. When he heard about you from Jeffery, he paid you a little visit on the camera feed, even walking out of the computer and touching you. They thought moving the computers to a different building would stop him, nope! If you ever were to run into Ben, protocol is to do what he says and get out as soon as possible. Ben loves how hot you are, he mainly wants your ass. Ben wants you purely for his own pleasure, both sexually and physically, he wants to hurt and fuck you so bad, but until he gets the chance to work with you, he must wait.

Jonathan Blake, or popularly known as The Puppeteer. A ghost between the ages of 20 to 30. An evil spirit. Charged with serial murder, Stalking, Breaking and Entering, and Abuse. He's been sentenced to life in prison without possiblity of parole. The Puppeteer is a dangerous and hostile being, in the past having interns and staff who struggled with their mental states to kill themselves after interacting with him only once. Due to this, you'll be getting a mental evaluation to see if you're classified to interact with him during your internship here. The Puppeteer does tend to be quite an emotional rollercoaster, sometimes he randomly enters states of rage and confusion before shutting down. We don't know much about his past, any time we tried asking he'll either be confused or enter a state of rage. If you are classified to interact with him, here's what you need to know. We don't call him Jonathon, he doesn't respond to the name, it's possible he might've blocked out his memories, so we call The Puppeteer, since that's what he responds to. Don't let him get to your head. The Puppeteer is infamous for the mass suicides in the area. He's extremely manipulative and also a charmer, so it's important not to fall for his antics. We does have two confirmed accomplices, but we are yet to confirm who exactly they are, nor have we caught them. One day during your internship you were caught by, golden strings? That's when you saw him. He claims that you were too beautiful to kill, but you would be perfect as a puppet. His mindless, emotionless puppet. Be careful around him, very careful.

“The weather is quite nice this evening.” Your voice is casual as you hover behind Jeff, giving him a few feet of space between the two of you. His only response is a quiet grunt.

The sky turns a pale shade of pink above you as the clouds clear out with the gentle breeze, and your eyes linger on his back. You halt for a moment in the gentle serenity of the clearing before speaking again.

“Is it alright if I join you?” Your words are answered with a few seconds of silence, before Jeff responds with a nod so slight you probably would’ve missed it if you weren’t focusing on him so intently.

You slide up next to him, sitting beside him on the wooden fence surrounding the outskirts of the mansion. The two of you overlook the view, showcasing the lower areas of the forest and the stream below. You keep your eyes focused ahead of you. You can tell from his stiffness he doesn’t want your eyes on him right now.

His shoulders are tight, his hands clenching onto the bench so strongly it seems as though the wood should be splintering. You can’t see his face, but you know tears are streaming down it. You can tell it from the smallest of hitches in his breathing, hitches that only you can notice after so many times of being the one he allows to comfort him.

You place your hand close to his, with enough distance that you aren’t touching, but little enough that he could easily make contact if he wanted to. After a few minutes, he tenderly reaches out his pinky and curls it gently around yours.

“…Would you like to talk about it?” Your question is a whisper as he sits beside you contemplating his response, and eventually, he shakes his head no.

“Are you able to tell me the cause?” He nods his head yes.

“Did something happen with work?” He gently shakes his head no.

“Did something happen with one of the others?” After a moment of hesitation, he struggles to nod his head yes. You’re silent for a moment, and then you shuffle a bit closer, and you ask him your next question in the softest voice you can muster.

“Did something happen with Liu?” The choked sob that he’d been struggling to hold in finally escapes, and you know the answer to your question immediately.

His hands jolt to cover his face as he sobs into them, and your arms wrap around him as he tries to babble out the context through his sobs.

“I just— I want to fix— keep making mistakes— not good enou— Liu doesn’t deserve— Sully was righ— always fuck things u— so fucking stup— wish I wasn’t born—“ You cut him off with a soft grunt at the last of his words and he shudders, sucking in through cries before letting out another big, gasping sob.

“Honey… I don’t know what happened, and I won’t act like I do… But you know your big brother loves you.” He goes to interrupt you, and you rest your hand on his heart as a sign to stop him.

“He loves you so much, and whatever just happened, the two of you will move past it. You will move past it just as you’re trying to move past what happened all those years ago.” His nails dig into his hair at that as he shakes his head, and you hop off the fence to stand in front of him and cradle his head into your shoulder.

You stand like that for a few moments, his hands now clutching at your back, with one of yours in his hair, and the other at his back, both rubbing gently.

You know that while he had heard your words that his brain will use whatever method possible to refute them, that he’ll deny them any that he possibly can. But you’ll keep saying them. As many times as it takes.

And as you lift your eyes and look back towards the mansion you can see a figure standing there, watching, waiting. Liu appears outwardly relaxed, but he has the same vexation on his face that you’ve come to realize means he’s worried about his brother. If you weren’t standing over here with Jeff you were certain he’d approach to try and remedy whatever occurred, but with a nod of his head, you know that for now he’s leaving Jeff to you. Entrusting you with him.

Jeff clings to you tighter while you nod back at Liu and he gives a small wave and turns, retreating back into the mansion. There are some words that Liu can’t say to Jeff, some situations he still can’t remedy, and that’s why he’s thankful that Jeff has you. Jeff is also very thankful that he has you for the same reason.

Because you care for him, and you love him and support him, care for him when nobody else can or would. You give him everything he never had, and he tries his hardest to give you even more than what you give him. You’re his greatest treasure, and he hopes every day that you always know and remember that.

“‘M sleepy…” he mumbles into your shoulder, his body sagging into yours as his body runs out of tears.

“Would you like to take a shower and lay down, honey? I can shampoo your hair the way you like me to, and give you lots of kisses, and hold you the way you love.” He sinks even further into you as he listens to your words, and he grumbles out a somewhat positive noise of agreement.

As you help him down from the fence and walk him back to the mansion, you tell yourself that everything will be okay. You know both of these boys, you love both of these boys. You know they’ll work things out, even if it requires all these arguments and comforting words as they break down their barriers, and you’ll be there with them, every step of the way.

birth of a bnha fanfiction you wont regret reading 🌚

burning storms — prologue

╰┈➤ fandom — BNHA

╰┈➤ pairing — dabi x narukami [oc]

╰┈➤ trigger warnings — mentions of torture, references to alcohol and smoking, mild descriptions of violence, swearing. as the story progresses, there will be more graphic descriptions of violence in future chapters.

╰┈➤ word count — 3401

"What are they doing to her?"

"You know that's none of our business. She's a villain who poses a threat to our society- whatever they're doing to her, they're doing it for our safety."

"Do you honestly believe that?"

The second guy's response was lost as they moved out of earshot. But the girl, lying on the cot and facing the slate-grey wall that had been her constant companion the last month or two, took this all in without any outward reactions. She was used to this by now: guards who could barely look her in the eyes when they came to bring her food she was half-sure had been spat in, and when they did, their eyes were filled with revulsion, hatred, but also fear.

It was quite laughable, how she was bound with Quirk suppression cuffs that rendered her quite useless in combat and trapped in a room with no windows and a heavy metal door reinforced with a code, a security keycard and God knew what else—and yet they still eyed her with apprehension, as if they were frightened of what she was capable of. As if they expected lightning to strike through the reinforced walls of this godforsaken government base and strike them down where they stood at her command.

On her part, she should have lost her sanity long ago. Their torture should have had her on her knees a week into her captivity, begging for the pain to stop and willingly giving up whatever information they wanted. But she hadn't, and her sanity was still very much intact. Which was a very good thing for herself, not so much for whoever the hell it was who decided to keep her immured in here, pumping her for information day in, day out.

Of course, she wondered how long she could hold out for. After all, she was presumed dead to the world and no one knew of her whereabouts save for, well, the Hero Public Safety Commission and the government. She was almost certain they had arranged for her to be placed here instead of in Tartarus. For what reason, she wasn't entirely sure. It didn't mean she didn't have her suspicions, though.

Whatever they wanted from her was important enough to justify keeping her alive and in their clutches, and it seemed that they had all the time in the world to get it out of her by whatever means necessary. Who was to say that after they got it out of her, they wouldn't promptly dispose of her in Tartarus or, even worse, silence her permanently? The latter option seemed more likely.

The sound of the familiar digital beep and the metallic click of the locks unlatching as the 4-digit code was keyed into the keypad that served as the second line of defense against her escape filled her ears, drawing her out of her train of thought. On instinct, she pulled her legs against her chest and curled into a fetal position, before realising what she was doing and relaxing her muscles. .

"Show no fear" was the lesson the Hero Public Safety Commission drilled into her from day one. “Your fear is how they control and manipulate you. If they have that, then they can make you dance to whatever tune they please.”

This, then, was her defense. Not a strike of lightning that would shock their hearts to a full stop, or a blast of electricity that could cook a man from the inside out. Instead, her defense would be her wit, her sarcasm and a smile that showed them that she was perfectly alright. As if their torture was merely amusing instead of giving her nightmares so terrifying she was afraid to let herself fall asleep every night.

"You know, you've been a pain in the ass for the past two months."

The girl swallowed down her fear, keeping her expression blank and trained on the wall as her cracking, dry lips curved into a smirk. "I've been trying to be one, in case you haven't noticed yet."

Her clever remark didn't faze him at all. Rather, it was like water off a duck's back as the man replied coolly, "Miss Kuwahara, our patience is wearing thin. It is in your best interest to give up any and all information we desire regarding the League of Villains and any future attacks they are planning—"

"'My best interest'? I believe that is rather rich, coming from you." The girl pushed herself into a sitting position and crossed her legs but her gaze didn't move from the smooth, grey concrete wall. "You speak of having my best interests in mind while you have me in chains, imprisoned behind a heavy metal door guarded with at least two people, a code and probably a keycard, along with the daily torture sessions you seem to enjoy giving out like candy?" Her voice remained flat, but it gained a dangerous edge that was the only indication of her rising anger. Her fingers twitched as she reached for the familiar stinging sensation of violet lightning at her fingertips that would never come—

"What if the charges against you could be dropped and you could go free?"

At that, she broke eye contact with the wall and finally turned her eyes on the man, whose lips were curved into a pleased smirk at finally having her full attention. "All the charges, dropped?" She asked casually, although inside, her heart was racing even faster than before. "And here I was under the impression that I was important to the government. You would let me go for a few words?"

"A few words that would go a long way towards bringing our society back to a peaceful one." He paused for a fraction of a second. "If I may be frank, Miss Kuwahara, the League of Villains threatens the peace that the Hero Public Safety Commission has worked hard to maintain. Peace that we worked hard to earn shortly after the Quirk phenomenon emboldened criminals and nearly caused a breakdown of our society."

"And why, pray tell," she asked, her violet eyes darting to the floor as she leaned back against the wall, "should I care about your peace?" The last word was spoken with a derisive sneer.

"If not for the good of society," the man shrugged, "do it for yourself. You have always been forced to put someone else before yourself, have you not? You've put the League of Villains before yourself, fighting on the front lines for the likes of All for One. You've, regrettably enough, been forced to put the HPSC before yourself, too. But deep down, don't you desire your freedom more than anything else?"

He folded his arms, a smug expression on his face. "All we want in return is information that should be readily available to you. You worked with the League of Villains for a time, recruited by All for One, no less. You would have been in a position to know plenty about what their plans: their endgame, their plans for any future attacks, the location of their hideout, et cetera. Naturally, your name will be kept out of it. Anything, no matter how small, helps."

The girl's expression was hidden in shadows, but she was definitely pondering the offer. Her freedom was right in front of her, and all she had to do to earn it was answer a few questions she would know the answer to. The man's grin widened as he watched her open her mouth, waiting for her to say the words that would seal her fate and turn the tides on the villains in the eternal war between the heroes and the villains--

"I refuse."

His grin slipped as her lips curved into a smug smile at the blatant shock that was showing on his face. "Whatever information I have is the only reason I'm being kept alive, is it not? No one will be able to testify to any sort of deal between us, except for you and I. And between us both, whose word is going to carry more weight?"

"I suggest," the man spoke through gritted teeth, "that you get to your point, Miss Kuwahara. What is the relevance of what you are saying?"

"Ah, my apologies. I believe what I meant to say, amid the rambling I was doing, is that I'm not an idiot." The girl spat, turning an icy violet gaze on him that would have reduced a grown man with less guts than him to a blubbering mess. "Once I give up the information you've been attempting to beat out of me for the past two months, what's going to stop you from claiming that we never had a deal? From having me assassinated and promptly disposed of? After all, no one is aware of my status."

"Are you suggesting that our esteemed President is a liar?" His tone was indifferent, but he took a step forward in an attempt to have her cowering against the wall. Unfortunately for him, she wasn't so easily cowed. "I would consider the next words you say very, very carefully, Kuwahara Reina."

She folded her arms. "I'm not suggesting it. I'm saying that she is one, and so are you. What reason would your "esteemed President" have to keep me alive? After covering up the murder of the previous President? I am one of the few who knows the truth. Would she really want me out and about, possibly exposing two of the darkest secrets of the Commission?"

The man didn't have a response to that, so she pushed on. "I'd like you to tell your esteemed President exactly where she can stuff her deal. And also, tell her that one doesn't sell out family that easily. I'm sure she'll understand."

"Very well, Kuwahara." The man replied ungraciously, turning on his heel and pressing a keycard against a reader beside the heavy metal door and keying in a code. "The offer is off the table the second I leave this room," he warned. "You'll be sorry you missed this opportunity at freedom. Let's see how long you can hold out before you're begging to tell me everything."

The girl merely smiled as the door slammed shut behind his retreating figure. The minute the locks clicked into place, she let out a sigh, all the bravado and energy she had previously exhibited disappearing as she slumped back against the cot.

Kuwahara Reina was truly alone.

—

"Be quick. I have a meeting in ten minutes."

Taguchi Teruo stifled a frustrated sigh. The Kuwahara girl was obstinate, which the Commission president had warned him about. He clearly had underestimated just how far her obstinacy went.

"She didn't take it."

The line went silent for a moment. "President?" Taguchi asked tentatively.

"It was to be expected. That girl is just like her father—stubborn, willful and impossible to control. Although I didn't expect her to see through the lie so easily. I must have misjudged her."

"President, she knows that the information she holds is the only reason she's alive. She won't give it up so easily, we should just dispose of her instead—"

"That's where you're wrong, Taguchi. Our sources say that girl was personally recruited by All for One into the League. She was in a position to know plenty of his schemes. She is more valuable to us alive than dead. Use whatever methods necessary, mentally break her if you must, but we must ensure that whatever information Kuwahara Reina was privy to ends up in our hands."

"President, with all due respect—"

"This is not up for discussion, Taguchi. Put the report of today's interview with her into the evidence box and try again tomorrow. I expect a call for you at the same time tomorrow, updating me on your progress. Every day you fail to get anything out of her is another day closer the villains get to destroying this society we have worked so hard to maintain. Don’t screw this up.”

Before Taguchi could reply, there was a click and a dial tone. Cursing under his breath, he stuffed his phone into his pocket, stalking in the direction of the confidential evidence room.

Throwing open the door with a loud bang, he headed straight for the shelves, locating the white cardboard box with the number ‘#656700’ in the dingy light and opened the box a crack, dropping his written report into it.

Before he could drop the lid, a hand clapped over Taguchi’s mouth and he felt a sharp, stinging pain on the side of his neck as a small, slender syringe entered the vein. Taguchi thrashed violently, his arms flailing as he attempted to land a hit on his attacker. Unfortunately, the medication that was now coursing through his bloodstream was too strong. Gradually, his thrashes became weaker and slower as black spots flooded his vision, growing bigger and bigger until his eyes finally fluttered shut and his movements ceased completely.

The man who had taken him down slowly eased his body onto the floor, taking the needle that had been stuck into his neck and yanking the plunger out. Staring at the crimson liquid that filled the hollow cylinder, a wide, uncharacteristic grin split his face as he spoke into the microphone wire strapped to his wrist.

“Phase 1, complete!”

—

A few minutes later back at the League of Villains hideout, Shigaraki was haphazardly pulling files out of a white cardboard box that was labelled with the number ‘656700’ and tossing them onto the bar table.

“Are you sure you got the correct box, Toga?” He barked at the ash-blonde haired girl who was giggling on his left, a glass of apple juice clutched in her hands.

“Aww, c’mon Shiggy!” The teenager whined, taking a big gulp of apple juice. “I triple-checked the number before I left! I’m sure it’s the right one!” She made a face. “Their blood tasted awful!” At that, Toga swallowed another gulp of juice.

Shigaraki scowled, pulling the final file out of the box. The entire box just comprised of files, files and more files. "You're sure the operation was a success?" He retorted.

Toga nodded cheerily. "Of course! No one noticed me, right up until Kurogiri warped me out. I hid the bodies reeeeeally well, no one's going to notice they're gone for a long, long, long time!" She gasped, draining the last of her apple juice. "Does this mean I'm really a part of the League now?"

The man sighed. He couldn't deny that Toga's Quirk was going to be extremely useful to the League going forward, especially for missions like these that relied heavily on espionage for success. "Fine. Whatever." He scoffed, knocking the box off the table.

Ignoring Toga's squealing over her acceptance into the League, Shigaraki and Kurogiri begun sorting through the paperwork that had once been neatly sorted into the box, now scattered all over the smooth wooden surface of the bar table.

"This seems to be the most recent report. It was dated today," Kurogiri observed, a report clutched in his hands as he picked up the box Shigaraki had carelessly discarded, placing it back on a section of the table that wasn't covered in paper or files. "'She knows that whatever information she holds on the League of Villains is the only reason she's not being disposed of, and so she refuses to give it up. Has displayed deep loyalty to the League of Villains despite previous attempts to mentally break her, breaking her resolve will require further investigation into her weaknesses...'"

"Remind me why you're wasting manpower attempting to recruit a prisoner?" A low voice drawled from the back of the hideout. A man with a shock of black hair lounged on a couch near the door, taking a long drag of his cigarette as his turquoise eyes flashed with barely-concealed annoyance. "If she was useless enough to be captured, what makes you think she would be of any use to our plan?"

Before Shigaraki could explode at the man, Kurogiri cut in. "The fact that she is being held by the government at the request of the Hero Public Safety Commission shows that she is very important to both organizations in some way. If we capture her, it would deal them a devastating blow. And if this report is to be believed," he gestured at the sheet of paper he was holding without glancing up, laying it aside and picking up another file, "she is both loyal to and has information on us which is all the more reason to sway her to our side."

Shigaraki threw another file into the box. "Makes no sense,' he muttered. "None of this makes sense."

"Shigaraki." Kurogiri spoke up. The latter's voice had a quiet ring of authority to it that made the former glance up, giving him his full attention. Whatever it was, it seemed to be important.

Kurogiri said nothing—just silently passed over a file labelled 'PRISONER 656700' which the blue-haired man flipped open. As his eyes scanned the content of the file, his muscles seemed to tense and, in the dim light of the hideout, his ashen skin seemed to lose even more colour, if that was even possible. "This changes everything." Shigaraki muttered.

Both men's voices dropped to a whisper as Shigaraki started to gesticulate furiously, a contrast to Kurogiri's composed figure. "Fine. For the sake of my goal to destroy All Might and hero society." Shigaraki eventually snapped, his voice back to normal volume, turning away from the dark mist figure. "Dabi. You're going to this government base to break out prisoner number 656700. I'll send you the address when we finalise the plan."

"Send Toga, she'll be more efficient," was the black haired man's reply, taking yet another drag of the cigarette.

"She did her part, it's your turn to prove yourself. And besides, we want it to be as loud and hard-to-cover-up as possible. Incinerate as many people as it takes, burn the place to the fucking ground if that's what you want, but ensure that she comes out alive and that you get prisoner 656700, Narukami, back here before she ends up pissing off the government so much they decide to kill her instead."

"Why the hell does she matter so much? Is she your secret girlfriend or something?" Dabi fired a glare at the leader of the League of Villains. "I have no use for a useless, second-rate piece of trash who got herself captured in the first place."

"Ask her yourself when you break her out," was the only response he got before a picture was chucked in his direction, landing on the ground by his feet. "That's her. Make sure you got the right person."

Dabi huffed, putting out the cigarette on the ashtray lying on the low table in front of him and scooping up the picture. "Maybe she'll make a good meat shield," he snarked. Ignoring Toga's squealing over a new member of the League joining them and how much she hoped they would be best friends, he stalked out of the room and towards the corridor which held the various rooms where the members of the League slept in.

Walking down the long hallway, he stopped to glance down at the picture. The girl photographed, dressed in the bright orange jumpsuit that was worn by every prisoner, stared straight ahead at the camera, her expression vacant as if she had long since forgotten how to smile. Her hair, a pale lavender shade, fell to her chest in tangled locks. But her eyes were her most striking feature. Despite her state of captivity, she didn't look broken or resigned to her fate at all. Her eyes were calculating as she stared into the lens of the camera, as if she was attempting to gauge the distance between an unseen door and the time it would take to slit the throats of the guards in the room. Even in a photo, he could swear that her gaze was burning a hole in the wall behind the person taking the picture.

And a lot of good it would do her, he thought with an amused smirk.

Maybe, just maybe, this Narukami would prove to be something more than cannon fodder when things got ugly.

A/N: if you made it this far, thank you so much for giving my fic a chance! any kind of support means the world to me :)

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From Where the Land Meets the Sea - Prologue

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[Warnings: There's some body horror in here.]

[AN: Here's the prologue to the book version of my silly quiz series I made on quotev. Check that out if you want. I've always wanted to make a full book version, and I hope to do that,,, well, now. So, here you go. 1523 words <;3 ]

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Your mouth felt as if cotton had made its home inside it as you opened your eyes to the ceiling. They feel dry, much too dry. Pretty little colors danced behind your eyelids as you swiped the back of your hand across them to dust the sleep away. Red, purples, greens, yellows and even tinges of blues filled your vision for but a fraction of a moment before you opened your eyes once more to the world around you. As you smacked your lips, your hand reached around haphazardly for the bottle of water you kept on the nightstand. Under your palm as you gripped the plastic bottle, the water felt too warm, much like the temperature of your room. 

You unscrewed the top and slowly sat up to really get a look at your bedroom. You knew that you wouldn’t be away forever, but you’d never really spend that much time away from home before. You took a quick sip, pleased at how the liquid cooled your tongue and wet your mouth full of cotton, then placed it back down on the nightstand. Moonlight danced through the open window of your bedroom. It was bright with the slightest hue of blue and illuminated everything that you needed to see. Your room had grown up alongside you, interests shifting from one thing to another with ghosts of the things you loved lining the shelves - some tucked away in the closet, under the bed and in the backs of drawers you had no intent of exploring or letting see the light of day. 

Your body felt as if it was covered in sweat, a blanket in itself. With a small scowl, you threw the blankets off your lower half and sprawled out much like a starfish. You gazed upwards and began to count the small plastic stars that lined your ceiling. They used to be much greener. Now, they held slight marbling from sun bleaching like polished jade, pale, ethereal. Some had fallen down throughout the years. You can tell by the spots they’d left, and how you filled them with planets instead. Mercury. Venus. Earth. Mars. Jupiter. Saturn. Uranus. Neptune. Pluto too, even if Pluto wasn’t considered a planet anymore. You could recall putting these up with your family. 

‘It’s only midnight?’ You mentally whispered to yourself as you moved your eyes sluggishly from the plastic stars to the glowing green numbers of your clock. It certainly didn’t feel like it. The night seemed to wane almost as if it was timeless. Would the morning sun ever meet your gaze? You closed your eyes softly and took in a slow, deep breath. Your thoughts unfurled from the corners of your mind and ran wild in your head. Spatially, you were aware of the way your room had been packed up semi-neatly into brown boxes varying in size, many of them plastered with your last name. You sighed. What an odd world you’d be thrusted into in less than 24 hours. 

Letting your mind wander, you thought about the things that university would bring to you that you could not get when staying at home. There were many things to be excited about! Your major, for one. Clubs, meeting new people, a certain amount of freedom and getting a brief taste of adulthood while still being ultimately comfortable. You hadn’t been able to speak to your roommate yet. Deep down inside, you knew that they would be lovely. Your intuition seldom ever lied. As you pondered what the oncoming days would entail, you let a small bout of anxiety gnaw away at your thoughts. It had been an unwelcome resident since you began applying for universities. Would you be up to the task that was growing up?

You threw your forearm over your tired eyes and softly groaned. Gods, you didn’t want to think about that now. You’ve wanted to go to university since you first stepped into high school, but now that you lay on the eve of leaving and spreading your wings, you found yourself stuttering in thought once more. It was more than daunting to leave the comfort of a home you’ve always known. 

You exhaled deeply and let your eyes gaze longingly around your room once more. You can smell the rolls of tape. The cardboard boxes. This isn’t the last night you’ll ever have in this house, but it will be the last before a long interlude. Through your doubts and restlessness, your body willed itself back to a dazed state and allowed sleep to blanket your tired form. ‘So much for staying up,’ mumbled your inner voice before succumbing. Your breath was slow and peaceful. Crickets on the brink of autumn played gracefully accompanied by the gentle breeze through the trees. 

Your dreams have always been interesting for as long as you began writing little notes about them as a child. This one? The dream your head had conjured up was something warm and familiar. You could see your house like a watercolor painting, gentle and soft. It sung of your presence. Your mother’s voice rang through the halls, sugary sweet and soft like honey as she chided your father for one thing or another. You could feel your body move forward before you rested upon your couch. Next to you was the man your mother had been poking fun at. A jovial grin was on his lips as his mouth moved to shoot back teases his wife’s way, though the words did not match with the movements of his lips. 

Their voices were some of your most treasured sounds in the world. Their laughter and the love they showered you in was all you needed to feel to know you were home. 

The dream would have remained peaceful if the visages of your loved ones had stayed theirs. Your mother had rounded the corner about to take her seat next to you when you felt your father’s hand on your shoulder. His eyes had glazed over paired with something of a blank expression, a soft smile that felt more than menacing as he stared straight through you. The hairs on the back of your neck raised as he continued staring, his closed lipped smile growing bigger without showing teeth. You felt your mother’s hand on your other shoulder and whipped your head around to see the same expression on her face. Her eyes were wide, much too wide. 

Rendered frozen, as one often is in dreams quickly turned nightmares, you felt your heart seize. Your mother’s mouth had begun to open; her jaw was wide, large like a snake’s. Your breathing quickened. Her mouth grew wider, lips curled into a painful smile as tears welled in her eyes and streaked in fat drops that rolled down her stretched cheeks. You watched in horror as your sleeping body began to jolt, begging for respite from the unnerving scene. You tried in vain to turn your eyes away, but were forced to watch as a mass of curling, inky black tendrils slithered forth from her throat, the sound of flesh ripping up from her esophagus making your stomach churn. 

The sound of static filled your ears as you finally were granted permission to look away, only to be met with your father’s still smiling face. His eyes were wide as well, but only the sclera were visible. He’d rolled his eyes upwards, so far upwards that if he moved them back any further he could risk snapping his optic nerve. The thought of his optic nerves wound up around his eyeballs like a hair stuck to a sticky lollipop that’d fallen on the floor caused your sleeping body to lurch, spine bending unnaturally off of the bed. 

You felt those inky black tendrils fall along your body, wriggling along you as if they were trying to pull you towards your mother’s gaping maw. You could hear her crying as they pulled against you. Your father’s hands shot out and grabbed at your forearms, pulling hard against you as if he was fighting with your mother against the tendrils that seared into your skin. His lips parted. The static grew louder. Through the fuzzy noise that caused pins in your brain, you could make out the words he desperately attempted to meet your ears. 

“Wake up,” he repeated. “Run,” he begged. “It’s not safe here.” His smile broke as he lunged forwards. Face pressed flush against yours, the inky black tendrils spilled from behind his eyelids. “He finally found you.” 

CRASH

Heart pulled straight from your chest, you woke. Confused, you grabbed at your chest and quickly surveyed the room. Your adrenaline was pumping wildly through your veins as you scrambled and pulled your knees tightly to your chest in a small attempt to self regulate from the horrible nightmare you had. The ringing in your ears was so loud, you could hardly recognize the sounds of a scuffle downstairs, nor did you recognize the tall, pale figure watching you from the tree line with his inky tendrils drawn into the earth like tangled roots ready to swallow you whole. 

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Been a while since I've written something darker, hm? At the request of dear @scary-lasagna it's dark time~

Dark Yan!Toby content time~ CW for violence 

Teeth can be dangerous. It's something everyone knows, and it seems Toby is especially aware of this fact, which causes him to use that fact to his advantage. See, he could use weapons on you, it would be so easy, such an obvious answer, but it's just so much more satisfying when he elicits those delicious sounding screams from you with his own body.

He bites you frequently. When you've made him angry, disobeyed him too many times, and pissed him off, he'll sink his teeth into you with the intent of ripping off chunks of your flesh, and sometimes he succeeds. He gets drunk on your screams and the taste and sight of your blood, so it's just such a good punishment in his opinion. Of course, he'll lecture you later when he has to treat your injuries and wrap them up so you don't die from infection, but you can tell the excitement from the thrill of doing that to you is still coursing through his body. You've learned to keep your neck away from him when he's angry, lest he take a deadly chunk out of it, and you've instead learned to sacrifice your arms and legs when he starts grabbing for you.

It's when he's much more... Excited that he likes to draw out the process of using his teeth on you. When he's grinding into you, burying his teeth into the base of your throat just enough to draw blood, for him to slurp from you as though he's a vampire having an absolute feast. In times like this, he leaves deep bites all over your body, licking blood from every inch of your skin, watching as the gorgeous red coats your skin, making you even more beautiful in his eyes. Even if you never ever make him angry, his teeth will still find their way into your skin. It's satisfying, the feeling of popping through your skin, the burst of iron on his tongue, the smell invading his senses. It's absolutely euphoric, especially with your whines and cries and screams from the pain echoing through his mind. When it comes down to it, Toby's favorite trait of himself, his lovely sharp and dangerous teeth will come to be your least favorite trait. Unless, of course, with time you come to crave him covering your body in teeth marks and injuries just as much as he does. After all, there will not be a single day in the rest of your life you aren't covered in them.