Fated Lovers🍋 (Shinso x OC x Kaminari)

Chapter- 12 Oracular

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Kendra had done research on Abby Monroe for months to learn all of her habits, preferences, and character-specific ticks so that Fae's disguise could be perfect.

"I don't understand why this chick likes these things, they suck and the zipper always tries to eat my panties!" Abby Monroe's voice chirped as Fae complained from the back seat.

"It's a pencil skirt. The dumb bitch lives in them, but you need to hurry up. We're almost there."

Fae alligator death rolled around as she desperately tried to get the side zipper to zip up instead of consuming the evil thong she had been forced to put on. "And I'm still salty I couldn't wear my comfy cottons!"

"She doesn't have any panty lines, so get over it pumpkin. It's just a thong."

"It's up my ass!"

"And?" Kendra pulled up to the prison in a taxi from the company her grandmother had bought ages ago to hide their smuggling routes in and out of the underground. Her blue eyes danced with laughter as she teased, "I thought you liked it like that."

Abby's dead blue eyes met Kendra's in the rearview mirror. "You want to start this crap right now Miss Mommy Kink?"

"Better than your daddy kink!!" Kendra squeaked in embarrassment.

"I never had a real father. Sue me," Fae giggled as she finally got her clothing straightened out.

"Still, for someone so adorable looking, you're way kinkier than most people think."

Fae's disguised blue eyes began to lift to their natural molten gold color as they hungrily tracked a man walking into the prison. Hitoshi Shinso was dressed in his black and grey leather hero costume that clung to his incredibly muscular long legs in an unfairly sexy way. Fae bit her bottom lip excitedly when he ran his big hands through his mane of purple hair that he left wild atop his black voice changer mask.

"Now there's a man I wouldn't mind calling daddy~."

Kendra did not find Shinso darkly sexy like Fae did, but she still sighed in support, "well, go get your mans, girl. Call me when you need me to pick you up."

Fae hummed in acknowledgment as she slid out of the taxi. She knew Abby Monroe didn't wear killer red bottom pumps, but she had absolutely refused to wear the unflattering clod hoppers Kendra said the other woman wore. Thus Fae's version of Abby Monroe strode sexily toward the entrance of pressed the intercom button.

"Who is it?"

She cleared her throat and removed all of her natural light airy mannerisms, "It's detective Monroe."

"Monroe?"

Winds of warning began to blow across her skin as something in the guard's tone was a bit off, so she carefully replied, "Yes, sir. I called this morning and arranged a second meeting with the prisoner?"

There was a momentary delay before the guard murmured unconvincingly, "Of course! Please come in."

The hundreds of locks, guns, and security reinforcements clicked off as the doors to the maximum security prison doors creaked open. In the moment of delay, before she could enter, she looked down and activated her quirk.

Brainwash knows. He follows you to the shadows. Basement. Word games to ensnare. Bargains.

BE CAREFUL.

Fragments of the future rushed through her mind as she considers leaving, yet those deathly otherworldly winds of warning strangled her. Shit. She was stuck, for whatever future would come from running wasn't one the gods of fate would tolerate.