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Smoker!Adult Izuku x reader

Izuku is 22+

- chapter 1.

You'd think that Izuku Midorya would be a sweet little thing who always tries to be as healthy as possible but this man is a ball of stress. He started smoking not that long ago. He got forced to try out a cigarette once by some dumb friend of his and since then he kinda caught a liking for it.

He now uses smoking to release his stress. I mean,he had all the motives to do so, could you really blame him? He lost his quirk after the war and he ended up a teacher which is honestly exhausting.. dealing with teens is not easy at all.

Izuku would often go outside during the breaks between his classes and light up a cigarette (or two if he has enough time). He also became a cocky little shit because he knows damn well he looks good. Even if he no longer trains as a hero he still hits the gym regularly, growing in his physical appearance. He's aware that people find him attractive,that's what got him so cocky.

Obviously he knew that his habit was unhealthy but the poor thing went through so much that he got to a point where he didn't care too much about how this was affecting his health. He just needed a way to cope and the cigarettes are having a calming effect on him.

He sat down on a bench,just watching some students play football in the school's sports field. He looked so..worn out?? He probably didn't get a lot of sleep last night(he didn't).

Poor izuku is so tired,he really did try his best to fall asleep , promise ! But he just failed so miserably and he even noticed that he could barely focus on his lessons today.

He sighs as he places his cig back in between his lips, taking in a puff and then exhaling it. The smoke spreads around for a bit before disappearing quickly. Surprisingly,this man has some soft and pigmented lips. They were such a pretty shade of pink,who wouldn't stare at them all day?

Izuku slightly lifts his head up as he notices someone approaching. Were they approaching him? His eyes try to focus a little more, taking in your facial features and your physique. Oh yeah, he knew who you were! I mean..not really,he just saw you around the school a few times but he definitely knew your face.

He takes out the cigarette from his mouth, holding it in between his two fingers as he takes notice of how close you're getting to him,how your eyes are fixated on him. So you are indeed approaching him. His mind started wandering a little,as it always does. What would you want from him anyway? He rarely talks to anyone around the school except for Aizawa, All Might and a few other colleagues of his that used to be his teachers. But you? Yeah he saw you around the school surely,but he didn't personally know you,so what business do you have with him?

As you get closer to him, you just stop in your tracks, standing in front of him. Your eyes wander down to his face, admiring his facial features for a bit. He looked so tough,you could easily tell that he went through a lot without even knowing about his past...but he also looked somewhat pretty? You shake away your thoughts, looking him in the eyes now.

"Izuku Midorya, right?" You asked

He raised an eyebrow as you talked, curious about you. So you knew who he was? I mean yeah he did indeed defeat shigaraki in the war and he became somewhat known.

"That's right" he replies back,his voice sounding slightly sore from all the smoke. He places his cigarette back between his lips and inhales once again.

"Alright well first of all, smoking is not good for you,at all. It's pretty shitty if you ask me,you should throw away the cig. Second of all I just wanna introduce myself" you hold out your hand "I'm [name]"

Izuku slightly frowns. Who do you think you are, telling him what's good for him and what's not? He gives you a weird glance but he eventually shakes your hand with a firm grip. His hands were strong,you could tell. You glanced down at his scars,they looked so cool..but izuku quickly let go of your hand. His back leans against the bench he was sitting on.

"Right..and you're here because?" He asked you bluntly, throwing his cigarette away,not because he cares about his health and what you said but because he thinks it's disrespectful to blow out smoke around people while having a conversation. He assumed that you might not like the smell of it.

You chuckle slightly at his blunt words,gotta admit you didn't expect him to be cheeky with you. "I see you smoking here every day and I'm just curious about you. I wanted to know why you're smoking. It's pretty shitty to do that,it's messing up your lungs,you know?

He gives you a mean look, raising an eyebrow at what you said. Really? That's your reason for approaching him? How sweet of you. He tries to hold back and not rolls his eyes at you.

If you were here to scold him on his smoking he's not interested in continuing this conversation. He sighs

"look..the reason I smoke shouldn't be any of your concern,I don't see how it's affecting you?"

He tells you,still looking at you with a weird glance. He didn't like you too much... thinking you can just jump in and comment on what he's doing. Who even are you? He doesn't know if you're also a teacher here or if you're just a hero sticking around for a bit? It's weird.

As you try to keep a conversation with him,you take notice that he's not interested in what you have to say to him. He's so mean! Why is he so mean,you just wanted to be friends! You eventually just let him be and leave, walking inside the school building.

The next time you two meet is pretty random. You were in a club not very far from your place and surprisingly izuku was there too.What the hell was a teacher doing in a club? You spot him just sitting down in a chair, sipping on his drink. You didn't know he drinks..but at the same time it's not that surprising taking in consideration he also smokes.

His green curls fall over his face, covering his eyes just a bit. You see his Adam apple moving slightly when he drinks,God he was so beautiful. Izuku could feel he was being watched,it made his stomach feel weird and it gave him an uneasy feeling. His eyes wander around the club for a bit, trying to spot who the hell is watching him.

Eventually his eyes meet yours. He stares at you for a bit, processing who you are. His face slightly frowns at the sight of you.

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The Martyr

                                                       Chapter one                                                          Captured

       Lance awoke with a start, the first thing he noticed was the pain, he hurt everywhere. His body was littered with cuts and bruises and he could feel that the hair that was stuck to his head was matted with sticky dried blood. The blue paladin’s breath was coming out in short wheezy pants, and he realized the he probably had a broken rib.

        He didn’t want to move but he knew he needed to get a look at his surroundings and figure out what had happened. He made a move as if to sit up, and panic rose inside him when he realized that his hands were shackled tightly behind him. Brain kicking into high alert, Lance curled his knees upward and lifted his upper body off the floor, ignoring the sudden spike of pain, looking frantically around him. What he saw made his heart sink.

        He was in a cold, empty, metal room, lit dimly by purple lights, A low electrical hum filled the air and displayed on the wall was a familiar sharp, four pointed symbol. He all alone, chained helplessly on a galra ship, he had been captured.

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        Looking down at himself, Lance tried to piece together the events before his capture. They had gotten word from the Blade of Marmora that a distress signal had been sent from a ship somewhere in the Javeeno Star System. Knowing it was so close to where the Balmera and Shay were located, Hunk had immediately jumped at the chance, insisting they answer the call.

        Shiro however, was much more skeptical, though he agreed, only on the condition that they all go as a team, a decision that turned out to be good one, as the signal had turned out to be a trap. Before they had even gotten close, they had been intercepted by Lotor and his fleet. The last thing he remembered was a frenzied battle, a sudden flash of pain, and then nothing.

       He shook his aching head of the memory and glanced around, trying to think of a way to escape. He quickly noticed that his paladin armor, helmet and weapon had been confiscated and that he was wearing nothing but his skin tight body suit, a realization that made him feel uncomfortable and exposed. For comfort, his mind turned slowly to his team, he knew they would do everything in their power to find and rescue him, and that he would eventually be reunited with them, but with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, he realized that for the time being, he was on his own.

        Leaning his head against the cool metal wall to find some relief from his aching head, Lance couldn’t help but think, ‘Whats gonna happene to me?’ As if on cue, the metal door suddenly opened with a metallic hiss, revealing his captor. “Lotor!” Lance hissed out, fixing the young prince with an icy glare. “Ah,” the silver haired galaran replied, a malicious grin spread across his face, “I believe you meant to say, Prince Lotor.” Strolling into the room with an air of confidence, he approached the blue paladin, who shuffled backwards against the wall, growling angrily.

        “Oh come now, is that any way for a Paladin of Voltron to act?” Lotor admonished, in an almost playful tone of voice.

       “As if I need to be told off by some spoiled exiled Prince!” Lance spat back, lifting himself off the ground to stand up, straining to free his arms which were still shackled behind his back.

       Though his face remained impassive, Lotor felt a spike of anger at the blue paladin’s words and he stared at Lance for a few seconds, before snapping his fingers and whipping his head around to look through the open door. One of his generals, Lance believed she was called Zethrid, entered the room and, after a quick and quiet exchange between the two, Zethrid strode forward and grabbed Lance by his hair, earning her a strangled yelp, and began to drag the blue paladin out of the room.

       Lotor watched the exchange leaning against the wall, an unfathomable grin on his face. “Come Blue,” he chuckled, straightening up to follow them, “let us show you the VIP treatment,” and with those final words, he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Chapter 1

This wan’t how I intended to re-enter the public eye, although frankly I hadn’t intended to go public at all after the operation was shut down. Sure, I had fantasized about it, but I’d never really wanted the attention to begin with, and the politics involved were always a mess. I stood in the aisle, leaning against the armrest of a middle-aged woman’s seat, breathing heavily. The hair on the back of my neck prickled, warning me about the other passengers watching me. Something warm and wet trickled off my lip and dripped onto the floor. I swiped at my nose with the back of my hand, unsurprised to see blood. I had pushed myself too far, used up more energy in two minutes than I had in the past five years. But it was flowing back to me, and it felt good.

The plane shuddered and lurched as we were towed off the landing strip and toward the gate. Pushing myself upright, I stumbled back to my seat. The eyes of the other passengers followed me, and I could see a mix of relief, confusion, and fear on their faces as I passed. The oxygen masks had deployed during the chaos, and they swung in unison, like choreographed dancers. A toddler was wailing over the hum of the airplane systems, and the lights of the airstrip flickered in through the windows as the plane jostled towards the gate.

When I reached my seat I rummaged through the seat back pocket, pulling out an ancient mp3 player, headphones, and my wallet. I stuffed them into my jeans and pulled my backpack out from under the seat in front of mine. The empty plastic water bottle in the side pouch got caught on something and flew spinning up the aisle. The cockpit door banged open, making me jump, and the pilot barreled out. His eyes met mine and he strode down the aisle, disbelief and anger staining his cheeks. He opened his mouth to scream at me, but I’d already had enough of him.

“No,” I held up my hand to stop him and his mouth snapped closed and he stopped halfway down the aisle. He turned even redder, furious, but unable to move or speak. The co-pilot poked his head out after the pilot, and looked nervously at me. “Good. We’re all here.” I straightened up. “Attention everyone, I need everyone’s attention please.” I knew everyone was already looking at me, but I needed the extra few seconds to steady my nerves. “The feds are going to come talk to you.” I added more power to my voice, pulling my audience in. “You will tell them everything you saw. You will tell them the truth, but you may not tell anyone else. After tonight, you will only remember that there was a dangerous malfunction, and this brave pilot,” I gestured to the copilot, still standing by the cockpit door, “managed to get us all here in one piece. He’s a real hero, and you are all very grateful to him. You will forget my face, forget that I was on this flight, and forget what I did.” I zipped up my jacket and swung my backpack onto my shoulder.

The other passengers and staff looked glassy-eyed, and some of them shook their heads, as they fought my orders. I took a deep breath, pulling more power from my core. It surged through my body, like electricity, crackling over my nose and stopping the flow of blood. I stepped into the air and willed myself up and away, phasing through the ceiling of the small plane. I hovered there, in the freezing January air, breathing puffy white clouds. Swirling my power around me in a protective cocoon, I felt it shielding me from the wind and obscuring me from view. I pulled out my phone, powered it on, and dialed a familiar number.

“Smith.”

“Hey, there was an incident. Everyone’s ok, but the Department is going to want to come handle this one.”

“Erin? Erin, you need to come in. The director has questions.”

“The director wants to put me in a cage. You know I can’t come back, not after what I did.”

“Let’s talk about this.”

“I know you have to try to get me back, but please just listen. Someone came after me. Someone who knows about the project. I’m the last loose end, and someone is trying to clean me up. We both know that won’t work, but I can’t let other people get hurt in the crossfire, not again.” I glanced at the emergency crews swarming the plane, illuminated by blinding spot lights.

“Erin, listen…”

“Vegas airport. You have until midnight before they lose their memories, although I’m not sure how good of a job I did, so you might do some cursory exit interviews. Don’t bother with the phone, I’ll leave it here for you.”

“Erin, I’m so sorry about what happened. You were kids. You didn’t deserve that.”

“I know.” I knew this was a a ploy to keep me on the line, but there was real remorse behind those words, pain even. I snapped the phone closed. It was a cheap plastic flip phone that I only carried for emergencies. I let it go and it floated beside me, components disassembling themselves and dropping to the ground. I snapped the chips into several pieces, and the wind carried them off. Might as well make it a challenge for them. I pulled out my wallet, removing the driver’s license I used to buy my plane ticket and dropping it to fly away with the bits of my phone. I had liked being Sam Davis, but they would cross check the passenger list with the people who got off the plane as well as the security footage at the airport. It was time to pay a visit to Luca. I sucked in a deep breath of the cold night air, and vanished.

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐌! 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

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NOTE: Hello all! Just wanted to update you with my current writing progress so far. I just finished writing my first chapter of S!CoBL and I’m posting it here to tumblr!

I don’t currently have a schedule for when I’m going to release this series, cause this is my first project of this scale so I’m just kinda writing as I go along. I already have all the major story beats planned out, it’s just a matter of turning plot points into actual writing lol.

But I also just wanted to say that I actually formatted this story in a strange way… You see my writing sample is written in first person pov however, this story I originally wrote in screenplay format and translated into third person. So hopefully you all will like this style of writing too, as it comes a lot more natural to me than trying to force myself into first person pov writing.

Anyways, enjoy~ ✨

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INT. SUPERSTORE - NIGHT (YEARS AGO)

A young Billy, no older than four, walks alongside a shopping cart. His mother, Marilyn, an exasperated woman in her early twenties, fumbles through her purse as her shopping cart comes to a full stop. She glances over at Billy.

"Stay right here, baby. I'll be back in a minute."

Unbeknownst to Billy, Marilyn was a local dealer who was currently low on cash as a young mother. She had reluctantly brought Billy along for a late-night "meetup," uneasy about leaving him home alone at his age.

As Marilyn hurried away, Billy's attention was lured by the laughter of two children engrossed in play with action figures and dolls. Their voices echoed through the aisles.

"Woah! What toy is that?"

"It's Star Commander Ultra! He's the bravest hero in the galaxy.”

The child's younger sister chimed in, trying to brag about her doll as well, in hopes of getting some attention from Billy and her brother.

"Well, my doll is Princess Butterfly Sparkle Glitter, and she's the bravest and the coolest in all twelve galaxies!”

"There's only one galaxy, Macy." He said, as his eyebrows dropped. Seemingly familiar with his sister's need to be the center of attention in every situation.

Amidst their banter, they agree to let Billy in on their game as they go back to running around the store shouting and having fun.

Suddenly, a mother's voice pierced through the aisles, in an attempt to round-up her children. She shouted across the aisle that she was done shopping, and they were leaving. The children hastily said goodbye to Billy as they ran off to catch up with their mother.

Now left completely alone, Billy's anxiety surged. He realized he wasn't able to find the shopping cart his mother had told him to wait by.

Roaming a handful of aisles, his confusion and panic grew as he felt every second scrape by.

As Billy hastily rounded a corner, he collided with the legs of a police officer, falling to the ground, stopping his search completely. A tall blonde woman who was looking down at him in surprise.

"Oh, whoopsies! Haha, that's alright bud. You okay?"

Although Billy didn't respond, he read the name that was sewn into her uniform, Lindsay.

Officer Lindsay helped him to his feet. Her concern deepens as she looks around the store, realizing this child is unattended. She takes it upon herself to help Billy find his mother.

As Billy and Officer Lindsay roam the store looking for Marilyn, they eventually find her in a heated discussion with some of the employees at the store. Marilyn's face drops. She is suddenly pale with shock as she realizes her son is being escorted by a police officer.

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EXT. SUPERSTORE - NIGHT

Marilyn was led away, leaving Officer Lindsay to return to Billy. She knelt down to his level.

"Hey bud, how do you feel about coloring books? If you want we could color together in this book that I brought with me.”

Billy doesn’t reply. He just stands in silence looking around, seemingly confused about the situation, not sure where his mother is.

“I could really use your help with coloring these tigers, if you wanted to help me out.” Officer Lindsay continued.

Billy agreed, oblivious to the chaos around him. He followed Officer Lindsay's lead, as she was a calming distraction from the situation.

The last thing Billy remembers is Officer Lindsay taking his hand and leading him away from the arrest of his mother.

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INT. SOCIAL WORKER'S OFFICE - DAY ( PRESENT DAY )

The sounds of the night slowly start to fade into the background. Blending together until they make a voice. The voice of Mrs.Kelly, Billy’s social worker.

“Billy…Billy”

A now teenage Billy lightly flinches as he snaps back into reality, realizing he is being called.

"Come on in, Let's talk." Mrs.Kelly said as she beckoned him into her office with her hand.

Her office was well-worn, a place Billy had been countless times. The room filled with a light clutter everywhere. Filled to the brim with books,binders and paperwork she was in the middle of sorting through.

Billy enters the room and tosses his backpack onto one of the open seats in her office, and with a few stretches, made himself comfortable. It was clear he was in no rush to sit down.

"Ah, how could I forget, ol' reliable. Billy said as he gestured towards the chairs in front of Mrs.Kelly's desk as he looked over at her with a slight grin. "You know, instead of you guys spending all this time and money trying to put me into a foster home, I could just live here instead."

The air grew charged as they faced each other.

Mrs.Kelly's patience was wearing thin, worn down by Billy's snarky tone.

"Billy, you know we're running out of options here. I’m really gonna need you to get your act together."

Billy's eyes narrowed, a touch of bitterness seeping into his voice.

"Uh-huh."

"You already know why you’re here," she continued.

"I do."

"And you already know what I’m gonna say."

"True."

With a casual crossing of his arms, he settled further into his chair, poised to mimic Mrs.Kelly as they spoke in unison.

"That I brought you in here today to tell you that you’ve been assigned to a new foster home," they synchronized.

She let out a sigh, clearly accustomed to Billy’s attitude.

"Look, I know it's been a tough year for you. But this time has to be different."

She locked eyes with Billy, her authoritative gaze cutting through his playful exterior.

"This time, you've got to give them a chance."

Billy's gaze hardened, his frustration simmering beneath the surface.

"A chance? How many chances do I have to give? How many 'homes' will I go through before you guys actually start listening to me? I don’t need a fake family to play pretend with. I have a family, I have a mom, they’re out there, looking for me."

Mrs.Kelly’s expression softened, a mix of empathy and weariness.

"Billy, we’re not going to have this discussion again, we’ve been over this. You can do whatever you want when you’re 18, but for now the state is responsible for you. Which means I’m responsible for you, and I need you to try and play along, just a little longer."

Billy's guard wavered for a moment, temporarily exposing his feelings of rejection and hopelessness that lie beneath his sarcastic tone.

"But I’m tired of it. I just wanna make my own decisions instead of you guys and your 'agency' shoving fake families and broken homes onto me like I’m some sort of charity case."

Mrs.Kelly leaned back, letting out a sigh. She knew she was dealing with a determined young man who’d clearly had a rough start to life.

"You’re not a charity case, you’re a young man. A young man with a bright future ahead of you, and we’re just trying to do what’s best for you."

She paused, ensuring she had Billy’s attention despite his sudden drop in bravado.

"I’m trying to do what’s best for you."

Billy nodded, a hint of reluctant acknowledgment. Then, with a sharp scoff, he adds,

"Yeah, I've heard that one before too."

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A Court of Shackles and Glass

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Lyphon

Everything is painfully dark in here. I can't see any of the walls of this damned prison, nor can I even hear anything, not even the whisper of a breeze. I haven't able to since I was locked inside this dreadful place. All my movements are restricted by chains linked to cuffs locked around my ankles, wrists, and wings. By now the feathers have definitely gone dull. No doubt Achlys will pout for weeks about his lost beauty and demand to find Gyn to fix his problems again. I won't lie though, finding Gyn immediately to fix whatever is wrong with me now sounds like a good idea. Assuming I'm even going to be freed from this hell.

It was certainly a bold move on Ulysse's part, a stupid one, but a bolder one than I'm sure any of us could've expected. While it cost us to underestimate him and his ambitions, it will cost him more once we've been freed. Especially when one of us is an expert in anatomy and tends to use psychological warfare more than her actual weapons. They used to say, probably ages ago, to never underestimate the wrath of a Mortis. I can only assume Ulysse went against that warning, since he didn't seem all that concerned about Great Grandpa and his love for his Great Grandchildren. I wouldn't be surprised if Great Grandpa killed him honestly. I'm half expecting to see a grave when we get home.

A sharp, faint ring echoes through this lifeless prison. One that makes my ears twitch, aching to hear anything else. What was the ringing caused by? Is the top finally opening? That makes me excited and afraid. I'll be exposed to light again, and I haven't seen anything remotely bright or dim for who knows how long. I'll need to find Gyn fast, she'll be able to heal any damage, and I'd rather not go blind instantly and eternally.

It feels like ages before there's another faint, echoing ring, followed by another and then another and then another. I have no idea what that sound could be. If it's people, I could be freed. If it's a beast...I'm basically a sitting duck. Damn you Ulysse and your rotten soul. Hissing, I look up, or at least what I think is up, it's hard to tell when everything is pitch black here. The sound is coming from above me, so I'm assuming, and hoping, that I'm not upside down right now. If I strain my ears enough, I can hear something like a voice, or voices. I can't make out exact words, but voices are better than growls or hisses.

A low, aching, and loud groan suddenly sounds, like ancient metal doors scraping and opening against each other, and right in my ears. I wince as I cover my ears, which does very little to help block out the noise, but it's better than nothing I suppose. The groaning on gets higher in pitch until a loud slam echoes in this prison, making my ears ring to the point I'm convinced they'll start bleeding at any moment. Light peers in from above, and despite it being moonlight, it still almost feels blinding. A few tears fall, my eyes burning despite my arms shielding my face now.

Sound floods in more clearly now, no doors are blocking my ears from the outside world. Voices whisper and gossip about what could be in the endless void that is the uncovered cube of ancient metals. Rumours begin to build about the markings on the outside being to protect anyone from a cursed creature inside, how they should shut the doors again. A sense of desperation builds at those words, and whether I know better or not, I call out.

"Don't shut the doors."

There are gasps, a few shrieks. My voice is a little rough from lack of use, but not as bad as I imagined it would be. Soft footsteps approach from above. Two more people have come to watch at the edge, to try and spot where I am. A soft breeze blows in, the coolness practically making me shudder. Wind, finally, I can feel something from outside. But the wind also carries the scents of the two newcomers. One smells of apples and a burning hearth, the other of rain and the earth. The rain and earth smell makes me tense, more alert. It's now I can sense the power, it may have been eternity, but I can still recognize the power and aura of a High Lord.

"Well well..so it appears there is someone down there. Who and what are you? What Court do you reign from?"

One of them speaks, I don't know who that is, but I don't think they're the High Lord, not that I'm feeling lucky at the moment. Still, giving them an answer can lessen suspicion, make me less..dangerous in their eyes maybe. Or, it can make it worse when they won't recognize my name and Court. One answer is better than no answer, if I give nothing they might close the doors, and here I have no windows.

"Lyphon Mortis, son of Erebus Mortis, late High Lord of the End Court, and the younger brother of Achlys and Gyn Mortis."

Silences follows, someone says something low enough I can't catch it. People start moving away, but the doors don't creak, so they're being left open. Something falls and whips the air in here a little, somewhere above my head. The voice from earlier speaks again.

"We're going to need more rope."

Gyn

The entirety of this massive prison groans, metal upset and screaming for whatever is happening to stop. I wince at the sound, but it's better than the random rush of water or incessant, rage-inducing dripping from behind me. My own bones almost groan with the prison, they've been aching for ages now, stuck in an uncomfortable, terrible position. Legs bent and sat on, torso leaning forward, arms stretched to the sides, and wings clamped shut. All limbs chained to the walls, my neck chained to the ceiling, but unable to move from the tightness of the cuffs and taughtness of the chains. My legs beg for me to stand, my back pleading for me to slouch or at least shift, and my precious wings just want to stretch and feel the wind against my feathers again. Oh what I'd give to fly again. And all of my body pleading for me to stop soaking in the water as high as my chest, nearly to my face at this point, some hair dangling and dipping into dark waters. The two wings on the lower end of my back is already half in the water, soaking and making me want to shiver again.

The prison wasn't always this water filled, but slowly it's built up. And given enough time, I'd likely be stuck here, eternally drowning but unable to die. True hell indeed.

With a groan the prison suddenly tilts backwards. Water rushes at me, drenching my entire body and leaving me holding my breath for a moment, then choking and spitting out water for another few. Unfortunately, despite gravity trying to pull me back into the water, now below me, the chains don't allow it, I'm dangling above the water. There's another groan and the prison rights itself, returning to it's original position. I wince and brace myself for the oncoming impact of the rushing, practically tidalwaving, water. There's a loud rush and a strong force hits my wings and head. I nearly black out, but I'm left awake, under water and with a nasty headache. I scream, the sound muffled by the water and turning to bubbles that rush to top. When the water sinks back to chest height my scream echoes, the shrill noise nearly deafening me.

I hack and cough as small droplets rise from my lungs and drip back into the dark, chilly water. I groan, head wanting to hang but instead making the collar choke me. With a wince I right my head again. Air blesses my lungs as the only good thing of today. What the hell was that just now anyways? I can only assume Ulysse made sure this prison was cast underwater, so maybe a large sea creature? No..maybe not..but what else could it be? This prison is ancient and massive, nothing small could move it.

I grunt as the prison moves again, this time there's a draggin sound by the doors ahead of me, something like..sand? Possibly dirt? My body shakes when the prison abruptly stops moving, the chains rattle and clink, swinging for a little bit. The ancient doors that keep me locked in here more than the chains open, light from the day floods in, reaching my knees. The darkness flees from the front, behind me probably becoming ever darker. The sudden brightness makes my vision go white, eyes burning with a pressure behind them that makes a strangled scream escape me. I struggle to turn, to look away, let my eyes adjust and not go blind instantly. A few hot, burning tears fall and quickly slide down my face and neck. All six wings flap violently, trying to free themselves and block the light, protect me, unfortunately it doesn't work. Gods it hurts. Another pained noise comes from my throat, something between a sob and a cry. As much as I'd love to feel embarassed right now, I don't have it in me.

Footsteps approach, swiftly, each one echoing in this hollow chamber. At the sound I realize most of the water has flooded out. Voices shout warnings and commands to stop, to back away and 'get away from them! They could be dangerous'. I wince, twisting my head again, skin scraping against the rough, damp, and cold collar around my neck. My arms pull and push, trying to cover my ears and eyes, it only makes them scrape badly against my shackles though. More tears flow and another mix of a sob and cry echoes in the prison. The footsteps approach faster until some of the light vanishes from my vision, the pressure behind my eyes easing away.

The smell of the sea and lotuses envelops me, catching me a little off guard. The stranger in front of me gently takes my face, turning it back to face forwards again. The first thing I see are bright turquoise eyes, concern is laced in them and I can't help but feel guilty. But at the same time, I'm a little captivated by their eyes. They're a beautiful turquoise, almost like they've captured the sea and trapped them in a pair of eyes. It almost catches my breath, and my wings almost flap a little. They smile slightly, which is when I notice the stranger's dark skin and white hair, I almost smile back.

"Be careful, you're going to hurt yourself..now can you tell me who you are? Where you're from maybe? Or why you're in here?..Do you understand me?"

His voice is soothing, almost melodic. I smile faintly, but for very briefly, I need to give him answers.

"I understand, don't worry. Thank you for the concern..my name is Gyn Mortis. My home is likely not a place you know of, but I'll say anyways. I am from the End Court, it is north of the Night Court. I am in here because my Father, it's former High Lord, died and my cousin imprisoned me and my two brothers in seperate prisons. Rumours had been going around that one of us would inherit the title, so out of jealousy he forced us into these. I do not know how long I have been in here and I can only guess where I am."

I end coughing after speaking. I haven't spoken in a while, nor this much. The stranger pats my back, chuckling a little while looking a bit surprised.

"Easy there, don't push yourself. And I'm sorry, you're right, I don't know of the End Court..but I will try to help you."

I smile a little, nodding and whispering thank you. He turns to call behind him, ordering for a blanket and a locksmith.

Achlys

The flame, small as one on a candle, seems as bright as the sun. I try not to wince or squint, acting like my eyes aren't ready to bleed at the brightness. I'll need to find Gyn, get her to make my feathers beautiful again and fix my broken, breaking eyes. But that'll have to wait until this jackass lets me go.

I sigh as the russet eyed, ruby haired male in front of me stares me down. He and some of his servants had found me and managed to get me out of the damned prison, which immediately returned itself home, no doubt family members will either shout for joy or throw a hissy fit when they're informed of the returned prison. The servants stand a few feet behind the male, heads all facing downwards, all of them apparently finding the dirt ground of the cave fascinating.

Russet eyes squats, the fire right between us now. I opted to sit rather than stand, it seemed more comfortable and I've already had to stand for who knows how long anyways; I was switched between standing and sitting every so often, but for the longest time now I had to stand, making my legs feel weak, tired, and stiff. I could swear he's smirking slightly. It's tempting to just slap him, maybe see how he reacts. I don't, of course, but it's nice imagining it happening.

"Well then, I've freed you, whatever you are. So you owe me one. Now you're going to kill my someone for me."

I narrow my eyes this time, almost tilting my head. If I didn't know any better I'd think I'd returned home with the prison. Of course I was only freed to be indebted to Russet Eyes. I hiss lowly, much to Russet's amusement.

"Don't look so pouty. It's only one life. Besides, it'll probably be easy for you. I doubt they locked up a human in something like your little prison." He smirks again, I almost scowl. "Don't tell me you're nothing but a weakling. Gods, I didn't save someone useless did I? What a waste of effort."

At that I nearly punch him, I'd certainly love the feeling of his face being broken by my fists, blood pouring everywhere. I almost smirk at the thought, that would be wonderful.

"Shut it. I have no doubts I am more powerful than you, nor do I have any doubts that my skill is greatly higher than yours."

He snorts as I stand, moving to leave. If someone hasn't already found my siblings, I might as well find them myself. He stands though, pressing a hand on my chest, just over my heart. A warmth builds until it's borderline burning and there's a chance my shirt is about to be set on fire or start smoking. I glare at him, cracking my neck as I flex my fingers. It's been some time, but now that I'm not trapped in that damning prison I can use my abilities again. It feels good to watch his daggers rise and hover a hair above his scalp, like some mock crown that could kill him at any moment. Though because of how long it's been it's not as stable, some of the daggers occasionally wobbling. Clenching my hands into fists the daggers fix themselves, staying still and perfectly angled to stab into his head. I'm going to need to practice more, make sure I'm back to my original skill and strength again.

Russet raises a brow, humming faintly. "What is your name?..You're not from here, are you?"

"If you're really so curious, red locks, it's Achlys. And I come from hell."

He bristles a little at the nickname, but snickers at my last answer. "Red locks..no. You can call me Fenix Vanserra, welcome to Hell 2.0."

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