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faulty-writes · 10 months ago

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[ Hello fans and or followers. I present Chapter Four of my Tensei Holidays series. Yes, this was meant to be a holiday post, but couldn’t get it out in time. But regardless, I hope all of you enjoy it! You can find the other chapters by searching this tag on Tumblr or you can find Chapter One by clicking this link. ]

[ Despite your wishes, after dinner Mr. Iida manages to pull you into a conversation regarding the wedding. But you can’t go through with it, and end up running out of the Iida Estate in a panic. After a short conversation with Tenya, you finally have a moment alone with Tensei, but things don’t exactly go as planned. ]

There was a short relief when dinner finally ended, and despite your desire to excuse yourself, Mr. Iida insisted on discussing wedding plans in one of the many tatami rooms the Iida Estate had. You grumbled, curling your hands against your thighs as you sat on the zabuton cushion that was situated in front of the table.

Mr. Iida sat across from you and Tensei was sitting next to you, his wheelchair folded and tucked away in the corner of the room. However, Mr. Iida’s words rang deaf to your ears as your mind became overwhelmed with more questions than answers.

Particularly how you could possibly get a moment alone with Tensei before this situation escalated to the point where neither of you could prevent it. “Y/n?” Tensei asked, but you failed to respond until he nudged you with his elbow or rather the engine attached to his elbow. Regardless, it caught your attention.

“Hm?” You looked at him, eyebrows knitted, and face contorted with curiosity and confusion. “Heh,” he smiled, even though the news his father shared at dinner came as a surprise he was happy. His mother always talked about the two of you being together and he felt so honored that he was going to be your future husband.

He glanced at you, noting that the expression on your face wasn’t what an ideal spouse should look like. Then again, he knew it was a lot to take in at once. He reached over, laying his hand over yours. His sudden touch caused you to jump and snap your head in his direction.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction. “I know it’s a lot to take in at once, but what do you think?” Frankly, you had no idea what he was referring to and to make matters worse, you could feel Mr. Iida’s stare burning a hole through you.

Maybe you could just say you thought everything was fine, but you had already lied to Tensei enough. “Uh, I…think…” you tried to reply. “I think that…” you latched onto your lip and stood up frantically. “I…I need some air! Excuse me!” You said, bowing quickly before rushing out the room, leaving Tensei confused, and his father mildly irritated.

As you barreled down the hallway, you surprised Mrs. Iida who was sitting with Tenya in the parlor drinking some after-dinner tea. She gasped when you ran by her and nearly dropped her cup, but Tenya grabbed it before it could spill. You didn’t bother stopping to apologize and continued toward the foyer and out the front door.

Once he had ensured his mother was okay, he informed her he was going to inquire what had caused your rather unusual behavior. The cold chill of the December air was a welcomed consequence as you paced back and forth on the veranda.

Eventually, you needed to go back inside and discuss…what were you even discussing, wedding plans? Well, there wouldn’t be a wedding once you had a word with Tensei. But how would you even explain that you found out that he liked someone because you happened to fish his letter out of your trashcan?

Why would he even throw something like that away in your trashcan? It made little sense, and he could have at least made the effort to rip it up before throwing it away. You sighed in frustration and slammed your hands against the railing of the veranda before leaning over to rub your forehead, a headache was coming on for sure.

You took a deep breath, watching it evaporate before looking up at the sky. It was painted white and with the temperature continuing to drop, you could only assume it would snow. You lowered your head, another sigh passing your lips.

“What am I even doing?” It was a question that normally would remain unanswered, but your head snapped back up when you heard someone say, “That’s a valid inquiry.” You twirled on your feet, and out of instinct presumed a defensive posture.

Tenya stood with his arms crossed and a serious expression enveloped his features, and while he wasn’t nearly as intimidating as his father, a sense of authority still seeped from his person. “Oh...” your shoulders slumped. “Tenya,” you said, now pressing your back against the railing.

“You surprised me,” he didn’t find your words amusing and stepped toward you. “As did your rather unusual behavior when you crossed through the parlor, Mother nearly spilled her hot beverage,” he informed you. “Uh,” you rubbed the side of your neck, “sorry about that I just…” your eyes danced back and forth.

“I just needed some air,” might as well use the same excuse twice. He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Is there something troubling you?” he asked, continuing to glance at you suspiciously. “Are you perhaps anxious regarding the wedding?” Before you could stop yourself, another long and dramatic sigh came.

“I…really don’t want to talk about the wedding Tenya,” you sternly said before turning your back to him and looking at the driveway. He knitted his eyebrows and boldly closed the distance between the two of you. Although your back remained facing him, you tensed up knowing he was now towering over you.

“I am afraid I do not understand. Do you not harbor feelings of affection for Tensei?” His words made you tremble and for a moment, your heart fluttered with fear. Did Tenya pick up that you had feelings for Tensei through the years? Maybe you were being more obvious than you thought.

But if that were true, then Tensei must have noticed as well. Then again, while he was intellectual in tactical strategies and heroics, you weren’t sure just how much of that intelligence extended to things such as being able to read a person’s body language and actions.

You latched onto your lip and pinched the bridge of your nose, debating if you should confess that you knew that Tensei had feelings for someone else. But it wouldn’t be right, this was your problem and you needed to be the one to figure out the solution.

Then again, maybe you could try being vague, and give him a little information but not everything. “Why would I when Tensei-” You paused when you heard a creak and looked to see the devil himself rolling past the front door. “Oh, there you are!” He said with a bright and happy grin.

“I was a little worried when you ran off like that,” his glance shifted to Tenya. “I’m glad you caught up to them,” he said, and Tenya nodded. “Their behavior was quite strange, and I sought to inquire why they were acting as such,” he explained, and he was talking as if you weren’t there.

“Yes well…” you stepped in between the brothers. “If you don’t mind Tenya…I’d like to have a word with Tensei about the wedding alone,” you said, glaring at him. While a bit perturbed, he nodded. “Very well, I do hope it’s a…pleasant conversation,” you raised your eyebrow at the way he spoke.

While it was understandable that he didn’t want his brother’s feelings hurt, personal matters were to be settled between the respective parties without third-party assistance. Still, you thought it best to remain quiet and once Tenya had left, you turned to Tensei. Your heart pounding, and your stomach twisting.

Nerves aside, you managed to speak. “I…I can’t go through with it,” Tensei’s eyes widened, and his chest swelled with a painful ache. “W-what do you mean? Of course, you can!” he said, trying to be as positive as he usually was. You curled your hands into fists, shaking your head.

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do!” you hissed in reply. He did that when he asked you to take over as the leader of Team Idaten. You insisted that you couldn’t, that you didn’t know the first thing about running a team. But there was that positive nature of his, lifting you up and encouraging you.

Sure, it worked back then, but it wouldn’t work now. “...I…” you slapped your thighs in frustration and Tensei continued to frown. “I was just trying to-” his words were muffled by your growling. “Trying to what? How can you even accept this?!”

Not only did his parents spring it on both of you by surprise, but he just went along with it as if his feelings for the mysterious other person didn’t matter. He knitted his eyebrows, not entirely understanding your question.

He tilted his head and inched closer to you, the wooden floor squeaking underneath the weight of his wheelchair. “What do you mean?” He asked before chuckling. “What the hell is so funny?!” You demanded, almost hating when he treated serious situations with humor.

He remained quiet and turned his head to look at the white-blanketed sky. He could feel goosebumps forming across his arms because of the chill in the air, but it almost seemed insignificant in comparison to the warmth of his smile.

“My dad asked me about marriage the other day,” you knitted your eyebrows. Wait...Mr. Iida brought up marriage to him? You felt a small tinge of guilt course through your heart. Did that mean his father saw you as worthy marriage material?

You swallowed thickly, waiting for him to continue his story but after a few seconds, decided to urge him on. “And?” You asked. “And…” he paused and rolled closer, taking your hand. “He mentioned you,” your eyes widened, and any words eluded you at the moment.

“I didn’t think that he’d…ask you on my behalf, but you don’t seem that excited,” he noted, the smile fading from his face. You glanced away and pulled your hand from his, taking a step back. “I-I’m not,” you confessed, feeling your heart break all over again.

It was like an enormous weight on your chest, ceasing your ability to breathe and tension to build in the air. Judging by the look on Tensei’s face, his heart had also broken when those words left your lips. But why, he loved someone else, didn’t he?

He shook his head slightly, and you looked away when you saw the faintest bit of tears welling up in the corner of his eyes reflecting the glow from the lanterns that hung along the ceiling of the veranda. “Why?” He asked, his voice slightly cracked, and it only added to the guilt that made your knees ready to buckle.

Your throat tightened, and you tried to fight back your tears. Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, you opened your mouth to speak but again your words were lost now. You cleared your throat, and reached inside your blazer, pulling out the folded letter. Tensei looked at it with a furrowed brow.

“What is…that?” He asked, pointing a lazy finger at it before a few stray tears fell down his cheeks. You sighed and opened it before presenting it to him again. He leaned forward, trying to read it in the dim light and his eyes widened when he realized what it was.

“Oh wow, heh…” he nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. “I…didn’t know you’d find that,” you narrowed your eyes. “You threw it in the trashcan of my office,” you replied before sniffling and wiping your eyes again.

“Why would I marry you when you have feelings for someone else!?” You exclaimed, stomping your foot against the floor while simultaneously shoving the letter into his face. “Huh?” Before he could say anything, you turned to walk down the ramp and toward the driveway.

“Y/n wait!” he replied, the letter falling from his hand, but you were intent on climbing into your car and going home. That is until you heard a powerful and distinctive roar. Subconsciously you knew what it was but turned around only to see Tensei barreling down the ramp at turbo speed.

His arms stretched out to his sides and the engines that protruded out of his elbows aided in his speed. You always thought Tensei’s propulsion jets were useful and that controlling them required skill. You recalled how he would easily fly into the air, scale buildings, and perform with precise precision when it came to his quirk.

After years of retirement, one would think he’d be rusty, and this was confirmed the moment he smacked into you. A loud cry left your lips at the force of him hitting you, and unlike Tensei, you couldn’t fathom how to react to the sudden moment.

Your hands didn’t make any attempt to grab anything that may have helped cushion your fall, but it was just as well considering his arms wrapped around you. His wheelchair hit the driveway and bounced a few times before scraping across the pavement and finally coming to a stop.

Tensei cushioned your fall to the ground, and the sleeves of his shirt got torn as a result. But that meant very little to him, all he knew at this moment was that the fear of you leaving meant that everything the two of you had created would be gone.

“Ah! Tensei!” you snapped, pushing against his chest. “Are you insane, what kind of stunt was that?! You could have hurt yourself!” you yelled, not caring about the volume of your voice. “Are you looking to get more paralyzed!? Is that what you want?!” you clenched your jaw.

“Sometimes you are just so…” What was even the right word to use? “So irresponsible!” Digging your nails into his chest, you continued to yell. “What is the person you love going to think?!” You ignored the way he knit his eyebrows; he couldn’t play dumb now.

“I can’t marry someone who’s already in love with-” he leaned down, his face inches from yours. Once he saw that he had your attention, his features softened although he was still angry. How could you think that he was in love with someone else when it was clear that you were the only person for him?

He ignored the snowflakes that began to fall from the sky. If he didn’t say this now, then he’d never get another chance. “The only person I’ve ever been in love with is you.” As expected, you froze, processing the information he had just spoken with the information you had assumed to be true.

You shook your head, that couldn’t be. He had to be lying, pulling some kind of prank on you but that stern expression shining in his eyes said otherwise. Not to mention that still burning sense of leadership that surrounded him like a vice and shone like a beacon calling you home.

“I wrote that letter to help Eri, but the person I was talking about was you, Y/n,” he explained with a smile. “We’ve been through everything together. Do you think I could fall in love with anyone else?” He replied, and your eyes widened, yet at the same time, your irises shrunk as if they had just been exposed to a burst of light.

Uncontrollable chuckles escaped while your eyes glistened with a silent reservoir of tears that threatened to spill over. Tensei frowned when he saw this and although most of his body weight was on top of you, he slowly removed his arms from around you and used one arm to support himself.

Then he reached up to cup the side of your face. “Please don’t cry,” he said, “smiles are the only way to express happiness.” His pearly whites shined as the snow continued to gather against the ground around you. Somehow that was the stick that broke the dam and hot tears flooded down your cheeks like a rapid river.

“T-Tensei I…” you sniffled, and the cold air stung your wet cheeks. Words were useless and you found yourself wrapping your arms around him, longing for his warmth. The hand that was cupping your face now lay pressed against the ground beneath you.

Despite the tears that continued to flow, you smiled as you pressed your forehead against his. “I’m so relieved,” you admitted, your voice soft and slightly broken, but you were happy. Yes, you would probably look back and reflect on your assumptions that he was in love with someone else as a moment of…stupidity.

Being honest and direct was always best, which is why a silent agreement lingered in the air when you pulled away. You reached up, tracing the outline of his face with your fingers and a sense of purpose. Your eyes meet his gaze with a mutual understanding, and you lean in.

The world went silent around you, and the heat of your drawing breath danced with Tensei’s creating a space of warmth as your lips met. Like a whirlwind, the kiss started with a calm front before a spark ignited, signaling a shared desire and the lustful caress of tongues.

Like the most succulent mouth-watering candy, his flavor-filled you, driving you to dive further into this moment of passion and love. Finally crossing the threshold of friendship and into a new and exciting territory. The sound of rushed footsteps caused the two of you to part and your desperate pants filled the air.

“What happened here?” Mr. Iida’s voice came, obviously alarmed by why the two of you were on the ground. He also happened to spot Tensei’s wheelchair a few feet away, folded and collapsed. Mrs. Iida laid her hand on her husband’s shoulder and stood beside him.

“We heard a commotion and-” her words halted when she looked at the unusual position Tensei and yourself were in. “Oh my…” She replied, trying to hide her pink-hued cheeks, although you weren’t sure if that was from the cold surroundings or the fact that she was flushing.

Tenya was the last one to speak after properly analyzing the situation. “I see!” he suddenly exclaimed, making you cringe as you waited in anticipation for his answer. “Your unusual behavior was driven by the desire to have a scheduled secluded moment of affection!” he concluded.

“That is rather…interesting,” he commented, ceasing his rapid hand-chopping. You could barely believe what you were hearing, but it was as good of an excuse as any to follow. “However, it seemed to have resulted in a rather inconvenient position. Do you require assistance standing, brother?” You looked at Tensei who laughed in response.

“Guess we did get a little carried away, sorry about that,” he said, and you pondered if any of his family members would notice or ask what happened to the sleeves of his shirt. Luckily, they didn’t or they were polite enough not to ask about it as Tenya assisted Tensei back into his wheelchair with the help of his father.

Without Tensei’s body against yours, the chill of the snowy air hit you like a brick. “Why don’t we go inside and brew some tea for you?” Mrs. Iida suggested when she noticed you trembling. You nodded and allowed her to escort you inside while Tenya followed suit with Tensei.

Once you were sitting in the foyer, Mrs. Iida wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. You sighed in contentment as you held a cup of warm matcha tea in your palms. Tensei was sitting next to you, and Mr. Iida was across the table, eager to resume the conversation you were having prior.

It was still overwhelming, but it’s not like the Iida’s were strangers to you. Plus, you were marrying the man you had known for years and who held mutual feelings for you. Although you had no plans to retire from being a Pro Hero nor step down as the leader of the Idaten Agency.

Your promise to Tensei was to only pass on leadership to Tenya when he was good and ready. Until then, you’d keep doing what you were doing. Although Mr. Iida didn’t favor this, he ultimately abided by your wishes, if anything, to prevent the Idaten Agency and the Iida family legacy from dying along with it.

Your stomach was overwhelmed with butterflies by the time everything was discussed, or almost everything. While guests, food, music, and the like were agreed upon. The location and date for the wedding remained up in the air, but that could be addressed later.

A yawn escaped you, and you lazily rubbed your eyes. What a long and emotionally exhausting day it was. “Hm?” Tensei looked at you and laid his hand on your shoulder. “Getting tired?” He asked, and you responded with a nod.

“I guess planning does take a lot out of you,” he chuckled and looked at his father. “I’d like Y/n to stay the night,” while his request was out of his selfish desires, it was also evident that the roads were covered in a blanket of snow and he didn’t want to risk you driving in such dangerous weather, especially at this hour of the night.

Mr. Iida narrowed his eyes; he was strongly against allowing an unmarried couple to sleep under the same roof because of his traditional ways. However, his wife spoke up, “Perhaps you can make an exception for tonight,” she suggested.

“Y/n can sleep in the guest room down the hall from our bedroom,” you raised your eyebrow, finding her words unusual. But more than likely she just wanted to ensure that you wouldn’t try and sneak to Tensei’s room in the middle of the night and vice versa.

Silence fell over the room as Mr. Iida contemplated. “Very well,” he said standing. “We will decide the date and location of the wedding later,” you swallowed hard, once again feeling a burst of butterflies erupt in your stomach. You turned to Tensei, who while surprised as well, shrugged.

“Maybe we could get married on the last day of the year?” he suggested, chuckling. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the uneasiness continuing in your stomach. “Right,” you replied before Mrs. Iida smiled and motioned you to stand up.

“Isn’t this exciting?” She asked, cupping your hands. “Heh,” you offered her a smile and looked at Tensei while his father crossed his arms. “I guess, I’ll see you tomorrow?” He said, and your heart raced in anticipation when he smiled. You nodded. “Goodnight,” you said before Mrs. Iida escorted you out of the room.

“I’m sure we have a spare set of sleeping attire for you,” she said as she turned down a hallway lined with several rooms. Despite knowing the vast majority of the Iida Estate’s layout, you only previously imagined what it would be like to live there.

After the marriage was official, you assumed Tensei’s parents would insist you move in, which would be the proper thing to do. But still, even if that happened you couldn’t imagine yourself getting used to the large amount of space and endless rooms.

“Here we are,” Mrs. Iida announced as she slid open the door to reveal the guest room. The flooring was hidden by tatami mats and a futon laid directly on them. In the center of the room was a chabudai, which sat low and had zabuton cushions surrounding it.

Along the outside of the room was a narrow veranda that overlooked the garden. Overall, the room conveyed a sense of tradition and simplicity. You stepped inside it, looking around before turning back to Mrs. Iida. “It’s lovely, thank you,” she nodded and reached for the door.

“I’ll be back shortly with the sleeping attire,” she informed you before sliding said door closed. You smiled and took a deep breath. To think that by the end of the year, you’d be married. It was a strange feeling, and you pondered how many of the guests you suggested for the wedding would show up.

If anything, your team members would likely drop everything on the day of the wedding to help set it up. Of course, the wedding would also require a lot of last-minute planning. Not that you minded considering you were marrying your best friend. After Mrs. Iida returned with the sleeping wear you nestled yourself in for the night.

Like before, you lay staring at the ceiling with thoughts dancing in your mind, particularly of your Yuuei days. To think you’d go from being such a shy individual to the leader of Team Idaten and the soon-to-be spouse of the greatest hero you have ever known.

#tensei iida x reader #tensei ida x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x you #iida x reader #iida x y/n #faulty writes: tensei iida: 24 #faulty writes: tensei iida: holiday series: 23

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anxiouscowboy · 1 year ago

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A Wholesome GBU Fic Draft/Idea

"Hey, Tuco?"

"Yeah, what? Can't you see I'm trying to sleep?" Tuco turned over on his sleeping roll to face the little boy, still wide awake, looking hopefully at him from across the campfire. His eyes were bright and brown like Tuco's, and for a moment, it felt as if he was staring into the face of his younger self. This kid, ha. Eight years old, four feet tall, and endlessly curious, this kid had been following him and Blondie since they'd reunited in San Antonio. How long had it been, two weeks now? He said his name was Santiago and he came from a village nearby, that his parents were gone and that one day he was going to be a great and famous cowboy...typical kid shit as far as Tuco was concerned. Why not just hogtie the boy and leave him back in town, he'd suggested, but Blondie wouldn't hear of it. That was the strangest thing yet. Blondie, aloof, unfeeling Blondie---he had let the boy tag along, and Tuco had no earthly idea why. We'll drop him at the next town, he'd say, but they never did. So here Tuco sat, the still of a peaceful desert night spoiled once again by the same inquisitive little bastard.

"Sorry," Santiago said with a smile. "I was just wonderin'...Did you really do all the stuff they said?"

"All the stuff that who said?" Tuco glanced at Blondie, propped up against a fallen log, but he was sound asleep.

"The preacher man with the Bible who talked a lot when you were doing your trick with Blondie. He said you did all kinds of bad things and asked God to have mercy on your soul?"

"Mm."

"Well, did you?"

Any other night, Tuco would have told him to shut up and go to bed, or at the very least, go bother Blondie, but tonight he lit a cigarette and puffed thoughtfully for a moment before answering.

"There are two kinds of people in the world, my little friend." he said, "Sinners and Saints. My brother Pablo, he's a Saint. Blondie, he's a Saint sometimes too. But me? Heh. No." he blew out the smoke with a wistful smile. "I guess every angel needs a devil to keep him on his toes, huh?"

"Well," Santiago said matter-o-factly, "I guess I gotta pray for both of our souls then, 'cause I'm a sinner too."

Tuco blinked, completely taken aback, then threw back his head and roared with laughter.

"You little tramp! What the hell have you ever done to call yourself a sinner?"

"Oh, all kinds of stuff! I've tied the girls' pigtails together, put a rat in Mary's lunchbox, took candy from the jar when my teacher wasn't lookin', set my Abuela's rug on fire, 'course that was an accident..."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it---you're a real criminal like me!" Tuco chuckled.

"No I'm not!" Santiago giggled, all too excited by the idea. "I think everybody does bad stuff sometimes," he said a moment later, suddenly serious. "I don't think you're as bad as they say you are. I think you're a good man."

Tuco's stomach dropped. He took a deep breath and hoped that the kid hadn't seen the shock on his face. Eyes prickling, he managed a smile, but no words would come.

"G'night, Tuco." Santiago murmured, rolling over in his sleeping bag and holding his blanket close.

"Good night," came his hoarse reply.

Tuco stared into the fire for what seemed like an eternity, his eyebrows knit together as the little boy snored beside him. He'd been called a lot of things in his life, most of them curses, and well-deserved ones at that, but a good man? That was a new one. He shook his head and looked up into the sky. The stars twinkled brightly beside a waxing crescent moon and Tuco watched them for a moment. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, or why. A good man. Little bastard. Shaking his head, he finished his cigarette and flicked it into the fire, settled in under his blanket and drifted off to sleep.

#the dollars trilogy #the good the bad and the ugly #clint eastwood #lee van cleef #eli wallach #blondie #angel eyes #tuco ramirez #cowboyblogging

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duckymcdoorknob · 3 years ago

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Be My Baby

FELLAS PLS YALL GOTTA STOP ME FROM LISTENING TO MUSIC AND WANTING TO WRITE THESE. ITS ANOTHER LONG ASS FIC, PLS READ ACCORDINGLY.

* hey so like I just threw in a random high school name Bc I don’t wanna spoil any plot for my new peeps! It’s pronounced (Kin-Shea-Knee)

This is lyric text

Behold, flashback text.

Enjoy

Listen while you read!!! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Ships: Tobio Kageyama x GN!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Kags’ typical gentle insults (dumbass). One “suggestive” scene where (Y/N) gets hit on by a fan.

Prompt: based off of “Be My Baby” by the Ronettes. (Y/N) Tamayaki and Tobio Kageyama mix with a classic Mutual Pining trope.

Tags: @lisiwalker general tag list ❤️

Shifting focus. Stand by, please. Third limited, Kageyama.

The night we met I knew I needed you so

“Oh please, Tanaka. As if (Y/N) would want to date you.”

“Shut up, Noya! You never know! They’re probably writing down a letter to me, professing their love for me as we speak!”

Kageyama rolls his eyes at his upperclassmen’s bickering. Though, he can’t really be mad at them, given that him and Shoyo fight over a pin dropping.

He returned to practicing his attacks with Hinata. However... the current burning question in his mind: who the hell was (Y/N)? The smack of a volleyball against the wall broke him from his pondering.

“Tanaaakaaaaa! Nishinoyaaaaa!”

Oh shit someone was pissed at them.

“SORRY (Y/N)!” They both yelped with a furious bow.

“You better pray you’re sorry! You almost completely ruined the new playbook! I have to present this to Ukai later!”

The two first years decided to break, given Hinata was absolutely wheezing for breath.

“Dumbass, you’re useless if you die. Go sit down.”

“I-“ Shoyo ‘hmph’ed. Kags was right, “fine.” And with that, he trudged to the bench, muttering about ‘Stupid Kageyama not having to do any work’

Tobio sighed in contentment, strolling over to a bench to take a sip of water. This had been a really good practice. As much as he loathes the little shrimp, they make an unstoppable duo.

“Man that kid...” a gentle voice startled him, “Oh shit. My bad. Didn’t mean t’ spook ya.”

Kageyama looked to his left with his eyebrows knitted together, eyes squinted. Oh. This must be Kiyoko’s replacement.

“(Y/N) Tamayaki, If you couldn’t already tell from those two idiots.” They reached out a hand for Tobio.

“Pleasure.” He replied bluntly, gently shaking their hand.

Holy shit.

What is this feeling?

And if I had the chance I'd never let you go

“Uh. And you are?”

“What?”

“You are...?”

“A setter...?”

(Y/N) rolled their eyes, still grasping Kageyama’s hand, “What’s your name, dumbass?“

“...” Tobio turned his head to the side, blushing furiously.

“Jesus, sorry dude. I must be cutting your blood flow or something.” (Y/N) stated with knit-together brows and a goofy grin. They released Kageyama’s hand, placing their own back on the playbook.

“K-Kageyama.” He sputtered, “Tobio Kageyama.”

The manager chuckled softly, shaking their head, “Pleasure, Tobio.”

So won't you say you love me

“Let’s go boys! You can win this!” The Karasuno coaches cried as their boys took their final moments before the court.

“Shit I’m still cold.” Kageyama mutters, blowing on his hands and shaking his limbs.

“Kageyama?” Sugawara knit his brows together.

“Still cold, Suga-san.” the first year setter replied, blowing once again on his tightly squeezed hands.

“Here.” (Y/N) came bounding over from their hype session with Nishinoya and Tanaka, “Let me help. What’s cold?”

“Hands and arms mostly.” Tobio began to mentally prepare himself for the physical contact, his crush on (Y/N) gravely not helping.

The manager nodded, wrapping themself around the jet-black haired boy, nuzzling into his neck.

“Bro nice!” Noya whispered excitedly, high fiving Tanaka.

“You any better Tobio? How are your hands?”

“I’m-uh. Heh. I’m great.” Kageyama kept his composure, “I feel much better. Thank you, (Y/N).”

The manager unlatched from their teammate, ruffled his hair and went to the front of the group. They stepped up on the bench and called to their boys.

“You guys do your best out there. Regardless of your result, you do your absolute damndest to keep that ball off your court. I love you guys so damn much! Go show ‘em how these crows fly!” The affectionate message was no foreign language to the boys. (Y/N) constantly reminded their teammates that they love them like brothers, and that they’re always proud.

The team cheered and the starting line-up started to jog toward the court.

“Hinata! What are you doing?! I’m still standing here! Hello! Don’t lift the- AGH!”

Tobio looked behind him, quickly diving and letting himself fall to the ground on his butt. He reached his arms out and caught (Y/N) just in time.

“Jesus, Hinata! Why would you pick up the bench if I’m still on it?” (Y/N) hissed, still in Kageyama’s grasp.

“Because stupid Suckyshima put my kneepad down here!” Shoyo whined, fiddling with the bench, “got it!”

“You need to get out there, Tobio.” (Y/N) turned their attention to their profusely flushed teammate.

Coach Ukai helped both of them to their feet, allowing Kageyama to jog to his spot on the court.

“Give ‘em hell, Tobio! I love you!”

“Love you too, (Y/N)!” Kageyama grinned cockily, staring at the anxious player who was face-to-face with him. He would utilize the high of his crush telling him they loved him.

I'll make you so proud of me.

The end of the game came quickly, Karasuno and Kinsheni* in an exhausting deuce. Karasuno with the lead,

Kageyama’s eyes darted all around the court. What should he do? This is it. This is where it matters. He sighs, the ball comes in contact with his hands. That’s it!

Tobio dumps the ball over net, his ears are completely closed by this point. He’s not letting himself hear anything; only waiting for the sound of the ball.

*smack*, *bounce*, *bounce*, *bounce*

“YEEEAAAAAAHHH!!!” His erratic teammates’ cheers pierce through his selective deafness. They had won.

“Kageyama!” (Y/N) cried from the bench, preparing to rush the court, “Nice work!”

Tobio felt heat bubble in his chest and make his way up his throat, causing him to exhale. Then his teammates saw a rare sight: a genuine smile from Kageyama.

“Awwww!! Look at Kageyama!” Sugawara teased, ruffling Tobio’s hair.

“Fine! I won’t smile anymore! Dumbasses!” Kageyama glared at Sugawara then pouted, crossing his arms.

His glaring instantly stopped when he was met with (Y/N). He wrapped his arms around his manager, chuckling profusely.

“They really bring out the best in him.” Asahi noted, pulling his third year teammates into a hug.

We'll make 'em turn their heads every place we go

“Great win, Karasuno!”

“You guys killed it!”

Tobio ignored the calls of the fans, trudging toward the bus, completely whipped.

“Number 9! Your dump was incredible!”

“Thank you.” He ushered with a small nod.

Kageyama didn’t really pay mind to the fans. Of course he acknowledged those who complimented him, but he just ignored the others. One comment in particular got his blood to boil.

“God their manager is so hot. Wish they’d let me tap that.”

The whole team froze on the spot, turning their attention to an older man.

“Excuse me?” Daichi growled.

“You heard me.” The man crossed his arms and grinned, staring at (Y/N) hungrily.

“You vile excuse for a human bei-“

“Actually.” Kageyama’s cool voice echoed through the corridor. He turned to (Y/N), who was taken over by fear. He gently laced his hand into theirs, holding it above his head, “They’re already taken.”

“Oh really? Prove it.” Oh this bastard was asking to be beat up.

The fans all turned at the malicious request, ready to record Kageyama beating the shit out of someone, or kissing the manager, whichever would come first.

“Why should I have to prove that my partner and I are together? If we kiss each other right now, we all know that you’ll remember the image for your own pleasure.” It took every fiber of his being to retain his composure. He was absolutely seething with rage, “And I’d prefer to not be in a dirty old man’s mind as he rubs one out, given I’m only 16. Come on my darling, this man is a creep.”

And with that, Kageyama led the march back to the bus, hand still intertwined in (Y/N)’s.

When the team returned to the bus, the driver was absent on a bathroom break. This gave the team time to decompress their evident anger.

“Hey, (Y/N)? Are you alright? I’m sorry if I overstepped I really just didn’t like-“

“Not at all.” They whispered, wrapping their arms around Tobio’s neck, “Thank you.”

“Always.” He replied, hugging them in return.

That was when he knew.

He didn’t want to pretend, he wanted to call them his.

Kageyama sat at his desk, pen and paper in his hands. He didn’t know what to do, what to say, how to say it. He started by making a simple request:

So won't you, please, be mine? Be my baby.

That’s good, so what else?

“Kageyamaaaa!” A certain redhead whined from Tobio’s bed, “I wanna play a game!”

“Shut up, Boke! I’ve got homework to do!” Kageyama barked in response.

“Write your love letters to (Y/N) another dayyyy!”

Kageyama groaned and rose to his feet, wrestling Hinata onto his bed. “You want a game? Here you go!” Hinata was giggling madly and fighting for his life, secretly enjoying the attention from his best friend.

When the taller boy had gotten the upper hand, he drilled his fingers into Hinata’s sides.

“NO! KAGEYAMA, HAHA! NO! HEHE, NO TICKLES!” Hinata kicked his feet in vigor, attempting to get his partner off of him.

“Then leave me alone!”

Tobio returned to his desk, leaving a still giggly Hinata behind him. Now, off to work. His memories with (Y/N) replayed in his mind as he wrote. He couldn’t help but smile stupidly.

“Awww! Kageyama! Look at your cute little smile!”

“I’ll kill you.” Tobio replied, not bothering to turn around, “Besides, yours was cuter.” He cooed, knowing Hinata would be uber flustered.

“Shuttup!” Tobio could hear the blush in his partner’s voice.

Now, back to work.

Be my little baby, my one and only baby.

“(Y/N)...? Are you sure this will work?“ Tobio caressed the shiny ring in his hands, toying with the obviously fake diamond.

“Yeah dude! I heard that Daichi and Suga did it the other day, it’s bound to work.“ (Y/N) cooed in response, taking a sip from their drink.

“Yeah well, Daichi actually gave Suga a promise ring. This is just our dumbasses being dumbasses.” Kageyama muttered.

“It’s time! The manager is outside!” (Y/N) launched to their feet, excusing themself to the “bathroom”.

Tobio sighed. Here we go. He waved down the manager and held up the small velvet box he was grasping, “Excuse me sir... would you be willing to dim the lights a little for me? I’m planning to propose to my partner tonight.”

“But of course!” The manager chimed in response, “I’ll even turn on music for you!”

“Thank you!”

“Safe to come back.” Tobio texted (Y/N), “Turn on your water works, we’re putting on a show.’

“Oh a show? Be prepared for something special then >:)“

When (Y/N) returned from the bathroom, Kageyama cleared his throat awkwardly. He stood up from his seat, causing it to scrape against the floor. Eyes burned on him in confusion until the got down on one knee. Tobio felt his heart throb in his chest. Why did he feel like this?

“(Y/N), we may be young, but I can’t imagine anyone else waking up next to me. Will you do me the honor of being my spouse?”

(Y/N) clasped their hands over their mouth, nodding vigorously as they “cried”. “Yes, Tobio! I will marry you!” Kageyama slid the hilariously fake ring on their finger.

The restaurant goers clapped as Kageyama rose to his feet. (Y/N) threw their arms around him and kissed his cheek, causing Tobio to tense up.

“You want a show? Ask and you shall receive.” They whispered before breaking the hug and sitting down.

Shortly after, their server appeared with a large slice of cake, resting on a square plate that had “congratulations” written in chocolate icing.

“Thank you!” (Y/N) cooed as they slowly toyed with the ring. When the coast was clear, they high fived Kageyama, “Told you it would work.”

“You’re such an idiot.”

“Well according to this ring, I’m your idiot now.”

Tobio shook his head, grinning and rolling his eyes. The two Karasuno members dug ravenously into their well earned desert.

Kageyama let out a fond sigh, reminiscing in the silly little moment. In his mind, he secretly wished it was real. His pen gently glided across the page as words quietly spewed from his thoughts.

“Asahi has always said you bring out the best in me. I didn’t realize it until now. You make me smile, genuinely. That dumbass, Hinata gets a chuckle out of me now and then, but it’s constant with you.”

Say you'll be my darlin', be mine. Be my baby.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS? AGAIN?” Tanaka groaned, rolling around angrily on the gym floor.

The third years looked up from their Phase 10 game and chuckled. Another victory for Kageyama and (Y/N) they all assumed.

“(Y/N)! You have to be cheating. There’s no way that you’re that good!” Hinata whined as he set up the new “Clue” envelope.

“Me and Kags just make a great team”. The manager cooed.

Great team was an understatement. (Y/N) and Tobio were absolute beasts at clue. Kageyama was good at picking up on missing pieces, whereas (Y/N) had mastered the snake eyes technique.

“Or you’re cheating.” Hinata replied in annoyance.

After another fifteen minutes of pure strategy, (Y/N) and Tobio guessed the envelope to a T.

“STOP IT OH MY GOD.” Nishinoya groaned angrily.

(Y/N) giggled as they high fived a menacingly grinning Kageyama, “I could kick your asses in “Incohearant” if you’d prefer.”

“DEAL!” Tanaka roared.

Big mistake, Tanaka.

(Y/N) and Tobio continued to mop the floor with their teammates in every board game they played. They were undeniably bummed when Ukai returned from his errand, and practice resumed.

Be my baby now, my one and only baby.

“I’ll totally beat your ass, Tobio.” (Y/N) chimed as they dumped sugar and butter into a bowl, “My chocolate snickerdoodles never fail to win baking competitions.”

“You’re on, (Y/N). Daichi-san always asks me to make cream puffs for him.” Kageyama sneered as he opened up his family’s recipe book.

The two Karasuno members were trash talking a storm over their baking competition. It was Daichi’s birthday soon, so Sugawara let them use his kitchen, and put them on the task to bake their captain some treats.

“We can’t destroy Sugawara’s kitchen, or else you’ll be the one to clean it.” The manager stated nonchalantly, preparing the remainder of their cookie dough.

“Oh yeah?” Kageyama had an evil glint in his eyes, “So... if I were to do... this?” He took a small pat of butter and flicked it onto (Y/N)’s face

(Y/N) gasped extremely over dramatically, “You bitch.” They scooped a small gob of cookie dough and flung it towards him, causing it to land square on his nose,

“Oh it is on. I will 100% win this.” Tobio chimed as he smeared a spoonful of melted chocolate on his teammate’s face.

“That’s a negative, Ghost Rider.” (Y/N) chimed.

The two continued their food fight, giggling madly as they evaded being splattered. Ingredients dusted the kitchen walls, and the two Karasuno members. A poof from the flour bag broke them from their antics.

“We made a mess.” (Y/N) stated calmly.

“Big mess.” Tobio scooped the cookie dough off his nose and popped it in his mouth, “Your dough is good at least, needs more cocoa powder.”

“What in the name of-“

“Hi Suga-san! We’re just about finished here!”

Wha oh oh oh.

Shifting focus. Stand by, please. Third Limited, (Y/N)

I'll make you happy, baby, just wait and see.

(Y/N) sighed from a distance as another girl fawned over Kageyama, clearly causing his discomfort, “They just piss me off, Shoyo. He clearly isn’t interested.”

“You’re right.” He states, eyes determined. Hinata stands from his seated position and marches over to the girl flirting with Tobio, “Will you buzz off! He isn’t interested! Plus, he has a partner already!” He slaps his hands over his mouth.

Oh shit, this was bad.

“I don’t see them.” The girl cooed innocently.

“Turn around.” (Y/N) stated with crossed arms, “Now you do. Make like a tree and leaf my man alone.”

The girl scoffed and walked away, causing Kageyama to snicker, “Nice work. Thank you.”

“Always, Tobio.” The manager replied, ruffling Kag’s hair.

“Your tree pun sucked though.”

“Shut up! It’s all I could think of! Shoyo didn’t exactly give me any leeway time!”

For every kiss you give me I'll give you three

“(Y/N)? Hellooooo!” Hinata groaned as he waved his hand in front of his manager’s spaced out face.

“HUH? Sorry, Sho. Just a little... spaced out.” They sighed and rested their chin on their hand once more, staring back at their original focus: Kageyama.

Kageyama was being taught a new move by Sugawara, which has piqued the first year’s interest to say the least. (Y/N) watched in earnest as the boy grinned widely, their eyes fixated on his lips.

“Dude if you wanna kiss him, just go do it. I’m sure he likes you.” Shoyo teased.

“Wha- That’s not it at all! I just-“

Kageyama shot his two teammates an excited thumbs up, causing (Y/N) to stare at his lips once more.

“You just want to kiss him?” Hinata whispered.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) replied with a sigh.

Oh, since the day I saw you, I have been waiting for you.

This was driving them crazy. How could (Y/N) express their feelings for the boy they loved most? Ever since they met, they felt their heart swell every time he spoke.

They were cut from their thoughts as a paper ball landed in their lap, “Pay attention. You’re dreaming about Kageyama again. How am I supposed to pass if my tutor doesn’t know what the lesson is?”

You know I will adore you 'til eternity

That’s it! They can write him a letter! (Y/N) sat down on their bench in the gym, hastily pulling out a pen and paper. They ripped the cap off with their teeth and held it in their mouth.

“What are you up to (Y/N)?” Daichi asked, sitting down to lace up his court shoes.

“Wri’ing a leh’er.” They chimed, words distorted by the pen cap.

Daichi chuckled and removed the cap from their mouth, wiping his hand on his uniform shorts shortly after. “One more time?”

“I’m writing a letter.”

The captain’s interest was piqued, “Oh? Mind if I ask who?”

“You gotta keep a secret, Daichi-San. It’s really important that you don’t say anything.”

Daichi held up a hand and used the other to cross his heart, “Lips are sealed.”

“It’s a love letter.” The manager sucked in a breath, “for Kageyama.”

Daichi’s eyes lit up, “I knew it!” He cried, “I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!”

“Keep your voice down! The boys are here!” (Y/N) hissed, “will you just look at this for me?”

The captain chuckled and picked up the letter, “of course.”

“So won't you, please, be mine? Be my baby

Be my little baby, my one and only baby.

Say you’ll be my darling, be mine, be my baby

Be my baby now, my one and only baby.”

“It looks great, (Y/N). I’ll make sure to push practice tomorrow for you. Good luck!” Daichi whispered as he rose to his feet, “Alright boys! Let’s get started!”

Wha oh oh oh

Shifting focus. Stand by, please. Third Omniscent,

Tobio clutched the envelope in his hands, today was the day! He was going to confess to (Y/N)! He had told Daichi his plan, causing the captain to be the middle man. Hardest secret Daichi ever had to keep.

The jet-black haired setter practically skipped into the gym, where he saw (Y/N)! Who... also was holding a letter...?

“Tobio! I got somethin’ for ya!” The manager cooed, bounding up to meet him halfway.

The two stood in the center of the gym, causing their teammates to circle around them.

“Man. Are you gonna fight me or something?” (Y/N) asked, noting the looming presence of their teammates.

“N-no! I have something for you too!”

The two traded their letters, both nervously fiddling with the sealed envelope.

“You first.” (Y/N) demanded.

Kageyama gently opened the letter, pulling it from the envelope and beginning to read. His eyes glazed as he scanned the lines, clad in a gentle grin. No one dared to speak as he read, only reacting when he gasped in delight.

“So won’t you please? Be mine. be my baby! Be my little baby My one and only baby. Be mine. Be my baby! My one and only baby.”

Tobio’s eyes widened as he began to laugh. It was a hearty laugh, one that was pure and unfiltered. One that not even Shoyo had heard before. One that his parents hadn’t heard in years. One that (Y/N) had only heard once before. The team absolutely beamed upon hearing their stoic setter break into a giggle fit.

“What’s got you all giggly?” (Y/N) asked with a pout.

“The letter.” He took a few breaths to compose himself, “We wrote the exact same thing.”

(Y/N) opened their letter in earnest, their delicate fingertips slowly unfolded it from the envelope.

“Be mine. Be my baby! My one and only baby. Be mine. Be my baby! Be my baby now.”

(Y/N) began to match Kageyama’s laughter, causing their teammates to chuckle too. The setter wrapped his arm around their waist, pulling them into a loving kiss. Their teammates groaned in fake disgust, followed by the third years covering Hinata and Noya’s eyes.

“I love you, Tobio.” They wrapped their arms around his neck, “Not like a brother this time.”

He tried to keep his composure.

Tried.

Practice began on a very high note, for Kageyama’s boisterous laughter was music to his teammates’ ears.

At last, they were finally his.

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m-m-m-myysurana · 3 years ago

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @blarrghe (thank you lovely!) to share a snippet for WIP Wednesday. Its technically Thursday for me already but what are rules if not for breaking am I right?

Tagging @wild-houseplant @lesbianarcana @october-rosehip @stylographic-blue-rhapsody and @antivan-beau to share a snippet if they’d like to :3

Here we have a bit of Zev being a little too tough for his own good, and Neria feeling some inexplicable guilt at seeing him hurt. As always for WIPs I have not done any editing of the sort :P so keep that in mind heh

Slight cw for injury, scars and blood.

The door swung the door open to reveal Alistair and a mop of blonde hair leaning against him. Zevran was hanging limp, held up only by the taller man’s hand under his armpit.

“I found him basically asleep,“ Alistair said. “I think he might be hurt.”

“It’s just a scratch,” Zevran grumbled.

“Maker’s breath,” Wynne grumbled. “Bring him in.”

Neria quickly got up, ignoring the momentary dizzy spell that flashed black in front of her eyes as she stood. Then she helped Alistair lay Zevran on the bed she’d been sitting on.

“You know,” Zevran said, looking up at her through slowly blinking lashes, his eyes dazed and unfocused. “If you wanted me in your bed, all you had to do was ask.”

Neria smirked. Of course he’d keep this up even when injured. She ignored him and stepped back to allow Wynne to inspect him.

“Thank you Alistair, you can go,” Wynne said. Alistair opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off. “This room is crowded enough without a big lumbering man like you getting in my way.”

Alistair shot Neria a confused look, as if he wasn’t sure whether to be hurt or flattered. With some difficulty, she suppressed a laugh and simply shrugged at him. He smiled in return before he shrugged too and left.

“It would appear that a lot of this blood is his own,” Wynne said. “Help me roll him over.”

They pushed him onto his side, and Wynne started to peel away Zevran’s cloak, sticky and stiff with blood from his back. Sure enough, there was a jagged tear in his armour, just behind his hip. Wynne peeled back the stiff, torn leather just enough to reveal a large gash, still seeping blood. It was hard to tell how deep it was, but even if it were shallow, it had already bled enough to be dangerous.

Neria’s stomach dropped as she realised that she was at fault. He’d been protecting them𑁋protecting her. And she’d left him to fight off the undead alone.

“Stupid man!” Wynne exclaimed. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It’s nothing, really,” Zevran said, barely even flinching when Wynne began poking around the wound. “I’ve had worse.”

“It's a wonder you survived this long then,” Wynne snapped as she began loosening the many buckles and ties of his leather armour.

“Oho, aren’t you at least going to buy me dinner first?”

Neria let out a scoff before she could stop herself, earning a grin from Zevran. Wynne blatantly ignored them both and continued.

“Neria, get the stronger potion from my bag on the desk there,” she said.

Rifling through the disorganised mess that was Wynne’s bag was a bigger task than Neria had imagined. She finally felt the familiar cool of the glass vials against her knuckles and moved the various bandages and poultices out of the way. Wynne’s stash of elfroot tinctures was impressive, but they most likely wouldn’t be enough in this case. There were two larger bottles packed in with fabric next to them. The hint of shining magic swirling inside the bottles told her that they would be very potent. She grabbed one of those and turned back.

Neria took in a sharp breath as she took in the new sight before her. Zevran sat with his back to her, cloak, cuirass and shirt removed. Tawny skin had become canvas; painted with numerous curving tattoos, some similar to the one on his cheek, others more intricate, forming images like a crow in flight, clutching a dagger in its talons.

“This won’t seal neatly.” Wynne tutted, her magic flowing into the wound and slowly knitting it shut. Neria knew from experience it would be painful, but the only sign that Zevran even felt it was the slightest tensing of the muscles in his back. “If you’d come to me immediately it would have been fine,” Wynne continued as she worked. “But now it will leave a scar.”

Zevran shrugged. “Another tattoo will be in order then,” he said.

Neria’s eyes widened. There were a lot of tattoos. Were all of those lines to cover old wounds?

#blood cw #injury cw #dragon age fan fic #WIP wednesday #Zevran arainai #Neria Surana #Wynne #alistair theirin #Zevran's tattoos

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fanfic-me-up · 4 years ago

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Hiiiiiii can I request Bakugou x fem!reader?? (*≧∀≦*) Maybe he has a crush on you who has a healing quirk and helps recovery girl when it comes to helping the injured, like when class 1-A finishes up training and recovery girl normally sends her to deal with it all the time? She can heal people but it drains her energy so when she finished with it she takes naps on the recovery beds? Idk but thanks!much love❤️❤️❤️

This is a really cute idea! Thank you for requesting 💖

“Shut up and Heal me”

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warnings: Language (what do you expect, it’s Bakugou lol)

Synopsis: You’re a student at U.A. and Recovery Girl’s apprentice healer. When you push pass your limit to heal Bakugou Katsuki, who knew he cared enough to make sure you heal too.

“Wake up, dumbass.”

Your shoulder is shaken, abruptly waking you from your nap. A muscular silhouette takes shape as you pry your eyes open.

“Bakugou? Is that you?” Your voice laced with sleep.

“Nah, it’s Batman.”

You squint your eyes, still half asleep. Is this a dream? Bakugou rolls his eyes at your inability to detect blatant sarcasm.

“‘Course it’s me, dipshit. Get up.”

You check your phone and groan when you find you only got five minutes worth of valuable shut eye.

“You’re here early.”

“Aizawa-sensei let us out early!” Midoriya pipes up. He’s chipper for someone who looks one step away from passing out. Any trace of sleep vanishes when you assess his injuries, asking him a series of questions to confirm where he needs medical attention and if it’s life-threatening. You usher him to Recovery Girl’s office so he can get treated immediately. Typical Midoriya - always going plus ultra even for training exercises.

Bakugou’s no better as you take in the numerous scrapes and bruises raking his body. Despite his beaten-up state, the only open wound is on the right side of his stomach - a small pool of blood seeping through his muscle shirt. He’s been pushing himself much harder in training these past couple weeks and you know it’s the life of a hero, but you’re concerned for him as a healer and as a friend.

“You gonna stare all day or heal me?”

“Sorry, right, uh.. Take off your shirt and get on the bed.”

The words escape before you realize the implication. Bakugou raises an eyebrow before snorting.

“Tch. Weirdo.”

You flush as he takes off his shirt, laying down on the bed. The wound running down his abdomen is not deep, but it is long. It’ll be difficult to heal, but you’re always up for a challenge. You wash your hands before activating your quirk. A glowing aura surrounds your hands, transparent in color, but before you can focus on changing the color to heal Bakugou - a spaced out Kaminari stands before you with his signature thumbs up. Snot is running down his nose and his eyes have this blank look like no one’s home.

“hewwoo?”

“Oi! Dunceface! To your right!”

“wa-whee-whaa?”

That’s Kaminari gibberish for “Where?” Being Recovery Girl’s intern and constantly healing Class 1-A along with other students in the hero course has made you quite familiar with the unusual side effects of overusing one’s quirk. You created a book with translations for Kaminari’s most used gibberish phrases so you can treat him more efficiently. Today, you tried placing his juice box and cookies on the table to the right to see if he can find it himself. But he’s having problems finding what direction is right.

“Your other right, dumbass.” Bakugou growls as Kaminari bends down to look for his juice box under a chair. You giggle as you help him locate his snack before ushering him to one of the recovery beds to take a nap. He knocks out in no time, snoring softly. Bakugou grunts, his hand pressing against the wound on his side.

“Don’t touch, it could get infected.”

“Tch. I know, but look.” He releases his hold to show you the blood dripping down his abdomen. You curse for not healing him sooner when he was clearly a higher priority than Kaminari. How could you forget the number one rule as a healer? There’s no time to beat yourself up for it so you grab a cleaning cloth to wipe away the blood before activating your quirk once again. You close your eyes, focusing your energy into what you’re about to do which is close up a wound. Red swirls behind your eyelids and you focus the color down your body to your hands. You open your eyes to find them glowing a bright, luminescent red - a stark contrast to the dim lighting in the room. Bakugou hisses at the touch; your hands trailing along his abdomen. You look up to apologize when you notice Bakugou’s flushed cheeks, as red as your glowing hands.

“Are you okay? You’re a bit flushed.” You deactivate your quirk in your left hand to touch his forehead. It’s cause for concern if he has a fever due to an open wound, but you’re taken aback when Bakugou swats your hand away.

“I’m fine! Shut up and heal me.” He looks away, but you catch the persistent redness now making its way down his neck. You return to healing the wound. It’s almost closed, but you can feel your energy draining quicker than usual since you didn’t have enough time to recover earlier.

“Hey, you good?”

“Mhm. Al-most… done…” You bite your lip and clench your eyes shut to concentrate the last of your energy into closing the rest of the wound.

“Don’t push it, dumbass.” Bakugou grunts and despite the harsh tone, there’s a tinge of concern underneath.

“Heh.. could say… the same… for..”

You trail off and your hands glow brighter by the second that you can see red behind your eyelids. You feel the wound seal shut and when you open your eyes you see there’s not a scar in sight. This is the first time you were able to completely heal a wound on your own. You smile at your accomplishment.

“You can take your hands off.”

You flush before ripping your hands away. The quick movement gives you a head rush, the room spinning in circles.

“Whoa.” Bakugou grabs you by the shoulders and reverses your position so you’re laying down now.

“My head hurts…”

“No shit,” Bakugou snorts, “What’d I say about pushing?”

“Go beyond... plus… ultra…”

The last thing you hear is Bakugou laughing, a soft smile curling his lips, before your vision goes black.

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You wake up to the smell of roasted coffee and cinnabons. Faint voices go back and forth, but you can’t make out what they’re saying. The light streaming in is gone; the room now darker than before. Jeez how long were you out?

“Took you long enough.”

You whip your head to see Bakugou sitting on a chair and nursing a cup of coffee. The bed next to yours is empty. Kaminari must’ve recovered meaning you’ve slept for more than an hour.

“You stayed.”

“Yeah, and? Wanted to make sure you didn’t die ‘cause of me.”

City lights shine bright, and the hustle and bustle outside suggests the city isn’t going to sleep anytime soon. Live music roars from nightclubs and people laughing on the street would entice anyone to join the party. It’s pretty hard to believe Bakugou would stay behind on a Friday night when it’s common knowledge that you need to sleep after overusing your quirk. But here he is, that same strip of red running along his cheeks and nose like he just got a cute little sunburn.

“You like laser tag?” Bakugou asks.

You raise an eyebrow at the random question, shrugging when you answer.

“Never played.”

Bakugou balks, shock written all over his face.

“You never - what kind of person - nevermind. If we hurry, we can make the last round.”

Maybe this time you really were dreaming. You subtly pinch yourself to make sure and nope, this is real life and Bakugou is inviting you to hang out.

“Sounds... fun? But I… um…I’m not really part of your squad…”

You didn’t want to overstep. It seemed like they were a pretty tight-knit group and you’ve never hung out with them outside of school. The fear of ruining their night because you didn’t vibe with them twisted your gut.

“Gimme your phone,” Bakugou says.

Still in a daze, you give him your phone without question. He takes his phone out and not a second later you hear a “ping” from yours, He presses a couple buttons before handing it back to you.

“Congrats, you’re part of the squad.”

You see that you’ve been added to a group chat called “keeping up with the crackheads”. You don’t have time to contemplate exactly what you got thrusted into as Bakugou is grabbing both of your jackets hanging on the coat rack, handing yours and pushing you towards the door.

“I- um.. Thanks… I guess...? Bakugou, what’s going on?”

You’re already halfway down the hallway, everything happening too fast without a clear explanation. Bakugou groans, clearly frustrated that you’re not a mind reader and he has to actually communicate what he’s thinking. He grabs your shoulders, gently shoving your back against the lockers, and planting his hands on either side of you. Being this close to Bakugou makes you feel a familiar flurry of butterflies as you’re caged in and forced to look into those crimson eyes.

“I. Like. You.” He smirks, getting a kick at your flustered state, before leaning away with his hands in his pockets, “And I know you like me too.”

You don’t know what to freak out over first. The fact that Bakugou knows about your crush or that he likes you back. Also, how does he know you like him? You haven’t told anyone about your crush, preferring to keep your cards close to your chest.

“Don’t talk in your sleep if you don’t want me to know how much you wanna run your hands down my ‘chiseled abs’.”

You squeak and cover your face with your hands, too embarrassed at what else you might’ve said in your sleep.

“Chill, dumbass, it’s cute.”

Bakugou rolls his eyes, throwing an arm over your shoulder, leading you to a night full of riveting laser tag, making new friends, and first kisses. 💖

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki fluff #bnha fluff #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki fanfic #bnha #mha #fanfic-me-up #shut up and heal me

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levi-s-shitty-brat · 5 years ago

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Drunken Night

Summary: Levi gets a little bit drunk and returns back to his offic, where you, his right hand is just finishing some paperwork.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Tags: fluff, pre-relationship, Levi is a little bit drunk

Word count: just a little over 3000 babe

A/N: I can't say I'm proud of this but I'm glad to be writing something even though I should be writing my dissertation. Also, I swear this was only supposed to be 1000 words idk how it became 3000.

You had told him to spend some time with the other squad leaders and the commander, at Hange’s request. He declined first, wanting nothing more than to drink tea and finish his paperwork with you, his right hand. But you persistently requested that he’d go and you’ll handle the paperwork – he deserved a night off after all and so, reluctantly, he went.

“Heichou, you’re back.”

After pushing open the door to his office, he blinked at the sight of you. He had not expected you to still be here seeing that it was the very early hours of the morning. “You’re still here?”

You looked at him sheepishly. “I literally just finished and am packing away sir.”

To be honest, you didn’t know if you were expecting him to come back to his office even if it was attached to his bedroom. Maybe he would have just passed out wherever he was.

He nodded and you were silently happy that he was not chewing you out for making him attend, but then again he might have been too tired to and would proceed to do so in the morning. Hopefully, he’ll forgive if you gave him a cup of tea and told him that most of his work was completed.

To your surprise, he didn’t move away from the door as you packed away. Instead, he observed your movements, the way you shuffled the papers into a neat pile so they could be taken to Erwin in the morning and how you filed away those that were needed later. The way you tucked your hair behind your ear before you put away the stationery you used.

You figured that he was trying to make sure you were tidying up properly, in the exact way that he liked it.

Just as you were finishing, Levi then, almost suddenly, moved to the couch which was pushed to the wall. His eyes flickered to you every couple of seconds, as if to make sure you weren’t an apparition of some sort.

He slipped off his coat and folded it was concentration etched onto his features. Luckily, for him he had already taken off his gear before he went. He sat down his usual posture relaxed but his eyes were still on you.

Okay, so it wasn’t like he was fixated on you. You knew he watched over you often, as capable as you were. You weren’t disturbed by it. Sometimes you liked that you captured his gaze. Other times you wondered if he was waiting for you to do something stupid.

Having now finished packing up, you grabbed your coat, slipped it on and pushed the chair in.

“Goodnight, sir! I’ll see you in the morning – which, I suppose is in a few hours now,” you said and glanced at the clock. You couldn’t believe you had stayed here that long.

Time really flies when you’re drowned in paperwork huh.

You turned to give Heichou one last look because he didn’t respond to you. You found he was looking ta you even more seriously now. One of his hands outstretched and pat the couch next to him.

“Sit,” he said quietly.

Your eyebrows knit together but you did as you were told.

As you moved towards him, you were surprised that the smell of alcohol hadn’t hit you sooner because there was nothing else you could smell of it.

You sat beside him, the space between you just big enough to fit your hands if you had so desired.

You met his gaze and realised that his gaze was unfocussed, which was unusual considering how sharp a look he could give you when he was half asleep.

“Heichou, are you drunk?” You asked, knowing that he most likely wasn’t but there was no harm in asking.

He waited a few seconds before responding.

“No.”

“Really, you smell like a liquor store. I’m surprised I didn’t smell the alcohol from across the room.”

He scowled at you and while that look would scare a new trainee, you had seen it too many times. Now it brought a smile to your face.

“It’s okay, still not as bad as Gelgar,” you assured.

“Heh,” he said, almost smiling. “Good.”

You blinked, not expecting him to be so easily pleased.

Okay, so maybe he was a little bit drunk.

“So… did you need me for something?”

He parted his lips as if he was going to say something, but nothing came out. Instead, the look of concentration deepened on his face and after a minute you realised he was getting annoyed.

“You know, Heichou, as much as I have gotten to know you, I still can’t read your mind.”

He frowned at that, almost as if he had expecting you to. Almost as if he was annoyed that his telepathic messages had not gotten to you.

You thought it was kind of cute.

“Speak,” he said suddenly.

You arched an eyebrow at him. “About what?”

“Just speak.” You noticed that his voice was slightly slurred but still held its usual authority.

Did he just want you to talk? About anything?

You shrugged and started to do so. You filled him in about the paperwork you had completed for him.

Levi listened with such great attentiveness you felt bad for talking about something as banal as paperwork and so you switched to talking about your sisters – who were a lot more chaotic and exciting in your opinion. Then about the books you’ve recently read and have yet to read, what you wanted to do on your days off, the types of tea you wanted to try and the places you wanted to go.

He continued to listen and even nodded every now and then in acknowledgement. He always listened to what people said, even now he surprised you with the details he picked up about you and the people around you.

So, you wouldn’t be surprised if he remembered everything you said to him in the morning.

You didn’t know why he wanted to listen though. If the bags under his eyes were any indicator, he really needed to sleep.

Maybe he just wanted company and you weren’t going to deny him of that.

If he ever got drunk like you did, getting lost in your thoughts which often took a dark turn, you didn’t mind distracting him until he wanted to sleep.

When you had talked your throat dry you stopped, knowing it was going to still be raspy in the morning. Levi noticed this too when you rubbed your throat and gave you a softer but an apologetic look.

A silence lapsed comfortably, his steel gaze still upon you. There had been many nights that you had spent with him talking usually whilst drinking tea. The two of you got along well, so much so it evoked teasing from a certain squad leader.

You even knew bits about his life before the Survey Corps. You had been surprised when he shared these details. You couldn’t help but feel, had the two of you meant under different circumstances you would’ve been good friends, or maybe even more.

“You’re good.”

You blinked, surprised at the sudden admission. You hadn’t expected him to speak anymore. Let alone say something about you.

While it was a simple compliment, the way in which he uttered the words made you believe that they held a greater gravity of meaning, but you didn’t dwell onto it. Instead, you let out a soft laugh.

“So, I’ve been promoted from ‘not bad’ to ‘good’ now, sir?”

His eyebrows knitted together thoughtfully for a second before he nodded.

You laughed again. Oh how honest he was being, it made you want to make him do the talking.

“Heichou –”

“No Heichou,” he interjected quickly.

“What?”

“Levi.”

You stared at him for 10 seconds before deciphering what he was trying to say. “Oh, you want me to call you Levi?”

He nodded.

All of a sudden, you forgot what you were about to say and that the room didn’t feel big enough for the two of you. Somehow, the two of you had moved closer together without even realising, his knee was touching your thigh. His breath fanned slowly over your face and you knew that he could feel yours. Yet neither of you moved away.

All you felt was that the situation was getting a lot more intimate and you knew you should leave if you still wanted to face him in the morning.

Luckily, his eyes drooped as you thought this.

“Anyway Hei – Levi, you should go to bed. You’re going to have a headache in the morning, and you don’t want your sleep deprivation to make it worse.”

He paused and considered what you were saying, something he had done repeatedly tonight, and the action was warming up your heart. Usually he’d respond so quickly but now he really considered every word that came out of your mouth.

He nodded again and laid back on the couch.

You blinked. The times he never listened to you were when you told him to go to sleep. A part of you considered forcing him to drink with the other squad leaders more often.

You wanted to tell him to go to sleep in his bed but you reckoned you shouldn’t push your luck for tonight. Maybe next time.

He gave you a look and parted his lips again, as if he was to say something but nothing came out. You, again, wanted to remind him that you couldn’t read his mind.

But you ignored it this time and got up. But before you stepped away he grabbed your arm and pulled you back onto the couch.

“Stay.”

You paused, your heart suddenly thundering in your chest. “Huh? Why?”

He lifted his hand and raised it to your face, so his thumb lightly brushed the bags underneath your eyes. “You’re tired,” he observed, still touching your face lightly. “You’re going to go back and finish the work in your room, aren’t you?”

You smiled, hoping that it and the bags under your eyes would distract him from your warming cheeks.

“You know me well, sir – Levi.”

“Stay,” he repeated.

His eyes implored you and so, any protest you had died in your throat.

He leaned back again, and you did too. You figured that you could leave when he fell asleep, you had done so in the past when he had fallen asleep at his desk.

You rested your hands on your lap and Levi crossed his over his chest, taking his usual sleeping posture until his head lulled to the side and rested on your shoulder.

You tensed up.

You only had to turn to the side for your lips to touch his hair. And you didn’t want to think about that.

Secretly, you weren’t complaining. The man did so much that if you could be a comfort for him for one moment, you would do it.

You tried to relax as Levi’s breaths started to even out. A small smile graced your lips when you realised he had fallen asleep. The weight of him pressed against you was somehow soothing. He was warm and you dared not to think about how he would feel in a bed next to you.

You closed your eyes figuring you didn’t mind sleeping like this at all.

His head was pounding before he even woke up, he didn’t know what possessed him to drink so much last night. It started with Hange teasing him about you, his right hand. How he liked to monopolize you to himself. How he kept his eyes on you no matter where you were. How he made you tea, instead of it being the other way around. And not just any tea, quality tea that he had ordered especially for himself.

Mike then joined in when Levi vehemently denied feeling anything for her. I mean, for fuck’s sake, you was his right hand! Him, involving himself with a fellow comrade? Who wants that kind of messy work environment?

Apparently, he had smelt like ‘a man in love’ and whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean, Levi had no idea.

Even Erwin had joined in at one point and somehow, he had managed to drink his body mass in alcohol and maybe, just maybe got a little bit drunk.

He peeked one eye open and saw that light shined in the room. He sighed, no-one closed the damn window last night, which then certainly explained the slight chill he was feeling.

He then realised that he was pressed against something warm and his arms were wrapped around the same warm thing. But he couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out why, that is, until he raised his head and found that his face had very snuggly fit into the hollow of his right hand’s neck.

What the fuck?

He inhaled and realised that your scent was the reason he had so uncharacteristically dreamt of flowers.

What were you doing here? And how did this happen?

He leaned back from you and slowly (and reluctantly) removed his arms, ignoring the cold that replaced you.

You murmured in your sleep, the arm you had wrapped around him tightening for a second. He held his breath and prayed to whatever the fuck was out there that you didn’t wake up.

He tried to remember last night, to the circumstances that led to the both of you being wrapped in each other’s arms. He remembered that you were still here when he had come back last night, to his surprise. You were becoming a little bit of a workaholic like he was and whenever he tried to call you out for it, you simply quipped that he was the bad example.

But he suspected that was because you wanted him to work less. But the joke was on the both of you though because the more you and Levi did, the more work Erwin gave the both of you in return.

You were about to leave but he decided to watch you like a lovestruck fool and then demand that you sit on the couch with him. And it only went downhill from there.

He wanted you to talk, because he loved your voice. The way it changed in pitch, tonality and volume depending on what you were saying but at the same time, how you could become as emotionless as him if the situation called for it.

It soothed him. If he heard your voice, talking the way you did, then you were okay and that’s all he ever wanted.

And so you spoke to him. You spoke to him last night, mainly about work and the damn paperwork but then you spoke about other things like your sisters and what you were planning to do on your day off. The books you wanted to read, the tea you wanted to drink. It warmed his heart that you so easily shared things with him.

Though, he wanted to bash his head against the wall when he realised he called you good. Whatever the fuck good was supposed to mean.

He knew what exactly what he was trying to say to you, and he was glad he was at a loss for words.

Imagine if he had told you how amazing he thought you were? How much easier you made his life? How less shitty things felt when you were around? How much he cherished the moments where the professional line was blurred, and you felt like a friend or even something more?

But then he knew it was getting worse when he remembered he told you to call him Levi.

You very rarely called him Levi, usually just Heichou or sir (not even Levi-Heichou much to his distaste). He didn’t mind really, it was a small thing but he couldn’t deny how he loved the way his name rolled off your tongue.

He didn’t know if he wanted you to question the strange behaviour he had displayed last night or not.

Especially when he asked you to stay.

Fuck. He swore to never drink again.

He got off the couch, her arms dropping from him. He tried hard not to entertain the thought of thinking fuck it and cuddling you for the rest of the morning.

Instead, he opted to shower and deal with his pounding head but before that, he unfolded his jacket and placed it over you.

Levi tried not to stare at your sleeping form. He did enough staring last night and to make up for it, he needed to tone it down for the next two weeks starting with right now.

Once he showered and gotten changed into a fresh uniform, he returned to his office and found that you were waking up.

You stretched deliciously and he wished he had told you to take off your gear before you fell asleep.

You turned to him when you heard his footsteps. “Oh, Heichou you’re awake,” you said, stating the obvious.

Levi tried not to frown at Heichou. “Feeling fucked? How’s your head?” You asked.

He grumbled, and you smiled slowly knowing exactly what he meant.

“Want me to quickly make you some tea? I think we might have something akin to a hangover cure.”

He shook his head, he had asked enough of you already. Besides, they were going to have a long day, you should rest some more.

“It’s fine. Go back to sleep. You have some time before breakfast.”

“Oh, are you letting me miss morning laps?” There was a smile evident in your voice.

“You can do them later.”

You nodded, knowing he wasn’t going to cut back on your training. You studied his face for a minute but he was perfectly stoic. You wondered if he remembered the night before at all.

You turned on your heel and walked towards the door but before you left, he spoke.

“Sorry about last night… I was…”

You turned towards him, seeing that his gaze had fixated onto his desk. You stifled a giggle.

“A little bit drunk?”

He grumbled again.

“Nah it’s okay,” you assured and then threw him a smile, whether he saw it or not it was present in your voice. “I thought it was cute.”

You then turned and left, missing the completely scandalised expression on your Heichou’s face.

#levi ackerman x reader #captain levi x reader #levi heichou #captain levi #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #reader insert #levi ackerman #fluff #pre-relationship #drunk levi #soft levi

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peppersandcats · 4 years ago

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Tagged by @eighteenbelow , and trying to catch up. :D

Three ships:

Hartley Rathaway/Leonard Snart, Hartley Rathaway/Axel Walker, and... mhm, possibly either Axel and Len or Axel and Lisa? (Not as a long-term thing, but as... kind of a can’t-look-away car crash.)

Last songs I listened to:

“Punk Rock Songs” by Patent Pending

“Thanos vs J Robert Oppenheimer“ by Epic Rap Battles of History

“Thunder Road“ by Bruce Springsteen

Currently watching:

>sobs< Flash, Resident Alien, Breeders, and... I think that’s everything I’ve caught in the last two weeks? Oh, Falcon and the Winter Soldier and Mom.

Currently Reading:

Alice Isn’t Dead, the Wastelands: The New Apocalypse anthology, Real Queer America: LGBT Stories from Red States (nonfiction), and far too many magazines and too few comics.

How’s it going:

...ah-heh.

The cats are okay. My work is supportive, although I am doing more than they ask me to and need to rein that in for my own good. I miss my dog. The LOML and I are getting extremely pandemic-stressed.

I have been dealing with meds adjustment over the last two weeks, and also joint issues in my hands. Writing and knitting are both being difficult.

I am tired and stressed a lot of the time, and trying to take joy in the little things. Birds are visiting the birdfeeder and I can hear a cat snoring right now from across the room.

Last night I had about four hours of sleep, and this morning I nearly picked up the tealight holder that was next to my coffee cup, with the intention of sipping from it. (It was cup-shaped! And contained a bright flickering light! I feel I cannot be held overly responsible for this.)

I feel a bit overwhelmed, but am continuing to step forward.

Tagging: @lessspoons , @isconnormcdavidok , @middlemarching, @mosylufanfic , and all others who would care to weigh in.

#ask meme response #personal #time management #music #tv shows #books

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keelywolfe · 4 years ago

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FIC: A Pressing Engagement ch2 (Not baon AU)

Summary: Brotherly bonding, by way of felonies.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Fluff and Angst, Dating, Developing Relationship, Humor

Chapter 1

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“Brother,” Blue sighed as he pulled his car up to curb two houses down from the Fell brother’s home. “I’ve known you for a long time.”

Stretch gave him a sideways look. “we’re brothers, i was literally there when you were born.”

Blue ignored that. “And I know we’ve discussed that shortcutting around is rude, but in this situation, I feel as though you could simply pop into Edge’s garage, look for the ring, and we can be back home in time for the new Napstaton special.”

“oh, that’d be too easy for my life,” Stretch grumbled as he pulled a dark knit ski mask over his skull, drawing it down over his face for maximum espionage. The last thing he needed was his white-ass noggin out there bobbing around like a second moon. “i can’t shortcut in. red rigged up some kinda anti-teleportation field around their house, ever since sans stashed all that nitrogen-frozen shaving cream in red’s room.” He tried to flash Blue a grin before he remembered the damn mask. “can’t blame him even if it was funny as hell. i doubt his room has been that clean before or since.”

“Yes, I remember that. Edge wasn’t as amused.”

“that’s ‘cause his sense of humor is atrophied from disuse, we’re working on it. so if shortcuts are out, we gotta be discreet. which is why you should’ve changed when i asked!" Stretch said accusingly. He glared at Blue's bright pink She-Ra t-shirt, showcasing Catra and Adora in a loving embrace. The sentiment was appreciated, the color, not so much, his bro was gonna stand out like an adorably affectionate beacon.

“My apologies for not owning any cat burglar gear, I missed out on auditioning for the remake of Ocean’s 11. Really, brother, we’re breaking into one garage, not a casino vault.” Blue sighed again and turned off the car. “I really don’t think this is a good idea.”

“none of this was a good idea, but here i am.” Should’ve known it was a mistake the second he walked into the jewelry store, could’ve wasted a lot less time if he’d probed Edge for marriage opinions before he opened his wallet. But there wasn’t time (heh) for him to work out his own version of ‘Back to the Future’, so they were gonna have to stick with heist movie.

Stretch got out of the car and skulked closer, inspecting their surroundings, Blue following reluctantly behind. The sidewalks were empty, everyone else was sensibly inside watching their preferred nighttime entertainment since it was dark except for the bright streetlamps positioned evenly down the length of the block.

Stretch paused outside the ring of light by the Fell home, summoning a small, sharpened bone. At his elbow, Blue asked worriedly, “What are you doing?”

“i’m gonna break the streetlamp so no one can see us.”

Blue grabbed his hand, hissing, “You are not! I did not sign on for destruction of property! Unscrew the bulb and we can tighten it again when we leave!”

Okay, to be fair that was a much better idea, even if it took a lot more concentration and a quick mental ‘righty tighty, lefty loosey’. With a little effort, Stretch managed to coax the oversized bulb loose and the light went abruptly dark. Perfect.

The two of them crept closer to the house and if Blue was humming the ‘mission impossible’ theme song under his breath, Stretch couldn’t exactly gripe at him. He’d had it blaring nonstop in the back of his head since they’d left the apartments. They paused by the well-trimmed shrubs that ran alongside the garage while Stretch considered the plan.

Opening the main garage door was out. Even if Stretch could clip the house alarm, there was no way one of the Fell brothers wouldn’t hear that grinding its way open. Reconnaissance was supposed to happen before the damned heist, every movie Stretch ever saw taught him that, but they were working in a time crunch and wasn’t it a shame that the only room in the Fell house that he knew with any real detail was Edge’s bedroom. Also the shower, but neither of those options were real useful right now.

He looked around, squinting through the dimness, hell, they should’ve done this before he killed the streetlight. To his relief, he could see the outline of window in the shadows, up high on garage wall. He gestured to it, whispering to Blue, “give me up boost up.”

Blue gulped visibly and reached out, the faintest glow rising in his fingers. There was a soft ting as his magic enveloped Stretch’s soul, lifting him off his feet and towards the window. Or more like sending him on an increasingly wobbly flight through the air, limbs dangling as he slowly rose. Stretch bit back a squawk as the grip on his soul twisted him nearly sideways, then hastily overcompensated in the other direction to almost send him careening into the building.

“careful!” Stretch whispered furiously, biting back a curse as he shoved away from the wall. “seriously, what have you been learning with all that training you do!”

“I’m terribly sorry, Alphys never covered breaking and entering!” Blue hissed. Sweat was visibly standing out on his skull, glimmering in the moonlight. Another minute of unstable and slightly painful antigravity later and Stretch was hovering outside the window.

His black hoodie was a better choice for more than the color. Its pockets zipped securely shut, holding his tiny collection of burglary tools safe and sound. If Stretch’d been wearing this one earlier, none of this would be happening and wasn’t hindsight a nosy bitch. He dug out his tools, flicking on a penlight to inspect what the paranoid goblin had going for home security. There was an alarm, to be expected, but it looked like a simple wire job. All Stretch needed was five minutes and a pair of wire snips and he’d be inside.

“Oh!” his brother’s voice suddenly carried through the quiet, too loud and verging on a panicked cheer, “Good evening, Mrs. Gerson!”

Stretch’s head whipped around to see an elderly turtle Monster gradually walking up to Blue, cane in hand and waving with dreamy slowness. He couldn’t hear what she said to Blue, but his brother’s voice came loud and clear, “Yes, working on my stretching exercises! I do them for a few minutes every day. Trying to hurry up with it today, it’s later than I thought!”

Not exactly what he’d call discreet, yeah, but Stretch sure as hell got the message.

Frantically, Stretch got to work on the wires, clipping and twisting them into a messy sort of bypass. There was no time to be tidy, not while he was dangling here like a bargain basement Spider-man as Blue tried to keep Mrs. Doubtfire distracted over there. A muffled grunt escaped as Stretch suddenly listed to one side, hanging horizontally in the air. Another twist sent him face-first into the wall and Stretch tried to brace himself against the siding, biting off a yelp as he was dragged noisily upward.

“Whoops,” Blue called in a loud, nervous chuckle, hopefully covering the rattle of bones whacking into the side of a damn wall, “I think I still need to hold that stretch for another couple of minutes.” From this angle, Stretch had no idea what Mrs. Gerson was making of the washboard sound of him lurching up and down the siding like mysterious jug band traveling through the night, “Goodness, not sure how much longer I manage!”

Whatever calisthenics Blue was doing finally bent him in a direction that was close enough to the window for him to reach. Stretch grabbed on, hauling himself upright and holding on frantically with one hand as he clipped the last wire. He shoved up the windowpane, wincing as it screeched ominously the way windows only did in the middle of the damn night when someone was trying to sneak through it. He didn’t wait for Blue to try breaking out in song to cover it up, diving through the narrow panel and nearly tumbled straight to the concrete floor as his brother’s magic released, barely managing to catch himself and drop clumsily to his feet.

Okay, that went well.

Damn good thing he was breaking into Edge’s garage; the entire thing was pin-neat, no suspicious stack of paint cans to knock over or a pile of trash bags to fall into. Only tools on the wall, a clean workbench, and the pristine shape of his car precisely in its place, gleaming metallic cherry-red beneath the narrow beam of the penlight.

Now all Stretch had to do was get into it. A slim jim tool was out, for several reasons. One, despite watching several youtube videos on his way over, Stretch was not confident he could do it, two, it might damage Edge’s car and that was right out.

There was also the small matter that Stretch didn’t have a slim jim, so that left trying to hack into Edge’s Onstar account to wirelessly unlock it.

That he could probably manage and he spent a long, sweaty ten minutes on his phone, wrangling through firewalls and password detectors, searching and fruitlessly guessing, getting more frantic by the second as he silently cursed paranoid fucking Fells and it was only when despair was setting in that it occurred to him to try the door.

It opened easily under his tentative touch and the amount and variety of swearing that went through his mind right then would have sent Blue sprinting to the nearest grocery store for their entire stock of soap.

Okay, no more time for distractions, the finish line was in sight. Stretch crawled inside, penlight flashing as he searched frantically through the interior.

Not that there was much to see, Edge kept his car painfully clean. Even the mats were glossy black, not a speck of dust on the control panel, no stray fries or pennies caught in-between the seats. His panic was hitting all new highs when the light caught on dark velvet wedged in between the passenger seat and the door.

It must’ve fallen when he got out and Stretch picked it up, his knees watery-weak with relief as he opened it to look at the rings which, stupid, what was he afraid he got the wrong velvet box?

Time to get out of here, rescue Blue from Granny Mcgee and get the fuck out for the celebratory fist bump, and he barely had time to even think it when the overhead light came on at the same moment a much harsher blue magic than his brother’s took hold of his soul and slammed him painfully into the garage door. It knocked the breath out of him and Stretch hung there, wheezing, the box clutched tightly in his fingers as the last voice he wanted to hear echoed coldly through the garage.

“Stop struggling.”

Fearfully, Stretch lifted his head to see Edge strolling in through the doorway and it was honestly impressive how imposing he could be in a pair of silk pajamas and slippers.

“I’m afraid you’ve chosen the wrong car to steal, thief, I’m rather fond of it, I—” Edge stopped, his eye sockets narrowing and Stretch cringed as he reached out and roughly tore the ski mask off. His sockets widened in disbelief. “Stretch?”

“um. hey.” Stretch waved feebly with his empty hand.

“What the hell are you doing,” Edge sputtered out, cold anger melting into clear upset, “I could have hurt you!”

Yeah and sweat was running down his tailbone just thinking about it. Good thing it was Edge and not Red who found him, the gremlin might’ve dusted first and felt a micron of guilt later.

Stretch waggled his feet in the empty air. “um. gonna let me down?”

Edge’s gaze narrowed. “I’ll consider it. What are you doing here and if I hear the words shaving cream, I’ll—"

“no! no, nothing like that,” Stretch blurted in automatic denial and regretted it immediately. Shit, mistake, probably should’ve let Edge believe it was a prank of some sort, let him get mad and yell. He would’ve gotten over it eventually and they could’ve gotten back to their non-dates and twice weekly sexytimes with the occasional overnight thrown in for extra flavor. Except, Stretch didn’t like it when Edge was mad at him and not just mad, he would’ve been disappointed, even hurt, because any prank that involved his car was taking it up to a level of cruel. Edge’s car was his baby and Stretch wouldn’t do that to him, never never ever.

Didn’t matter, he’d sort of lost his chance to go with prank when he denied it was one, so there was nothing left but some version of the truth. Stretch took a deep breath and went with the basics, “i left something in your car, is all. didn’t want to bug you to get it, not after begging off on you. stupid, i know.”

“Very stupid,” Edge agreed, “considering that we have motion sensors in the garage.”

Of course he fucking did. “yeah, um, sorry.” Now that a portion of the truth was out there, time for a distraction. Hanging on the wall like a modern art installation probably wasn’t giving off the sexiest vibes, but Stretch gave it a shot, calling up what he hoped passed for an enticing smile, running his tongue lightly across his teeth, “’m feeling a lot better now, though, could head upstairs if you want, make up for a little lost time…?”

Edge raised a silencing hand and Stretch reluctantly obeyed, ah, fuck, he was too late, Edge was thinking about it, shit, and proved it by saying, slowly, “Let me see if I understand. You left something in my car and decided you needed to break into my home, bypass the alarm, pick the locks, and skulk through my garage to get it instead of simply asking me?" Edge crossed his arms over his chest and the intensity of his glare went up a notch, "No."

"no?" Stretch parroted, confused.

"No, that goes beyond the bounds of suspending my disbelief, so you're lying." Edge’s sockets narrowed and Stretch flinched from the true anger he could see there, "I do not like liars or thieves, so show me what you took."

His grip tightened around the velvet box. “but i don’t—”

“Show me,” Edge barked out.

Humiliating tears started welling, fuck, this wasn’t the time for it, all his earlier disappointment rising back up chokingly painful in his soul as Stretch whispered brokenly, "please don't make me."

Edge’s grip on his soul wavered, sending him sliding down an inch as that anger faded into bewilderment, "What…you broke into my garage, why are you—just show me!"

Miserably, Stretch held out the velvet box, let Edge snatch it away. From his continued confusion, he still didn't get it, not until he popped it open. The bands gleamed garishly in the overhead lights, carbon tungsten because the salesman assured him that it was extremely durable, with a twined color strip woven through the black metal of orange and red. Their colors joined together the way Stretch had hoped, stupidly, that their lives would.

Dawning realization as Edge looked from the rings to Stretch and back, again, and once more for good measure.

"Oh," Edge said blankly.

"yeah,” Stretch said, tiredly. “can you put me down now?"

Hastily, he did. "Stretch--" Edge began, all awkward gentleness now, the ring box still open in his hand like a mockery of Stretch’s hopeful daydreams and wasn’t that just typical of his life?

And Stretch just couldn’t. He couldn’t listen to the pity he could already see in Edge’s eye lights, he couldn’t, not right now with what felt like his entire soul choking in his throat. Red’s little shortcut blocker worked for going in, but not out and now that Edge didn’t have him pinned, Stretch was fucking gone. Stumbling out onto the sidewalk outside and almost went to his knees right where Blue was still chatting awkwardly with Mrs. Gerson.

“we need to go,” Stretch blurted. “right now!” And when Blue didn’t move fast enough, Stretch grabbed him around the waist and yanked him off his feet. Let someone else get dragged around for a change tonight, Stretch was sick of it, felt bruised inside and out as he dashed over to the car.

“Oof, bro-oth-er!” Blue yelped as he was all but bowled into the driver’s seat while Stretch scrambled over to the passenger side “What on earth is going on?!”

“go!” Stretch pleaded, “just go, i’ll explain at home.”

Blue probably would’ve put up more of a fight, sure as hell would with any other brotherly manhandling, but he caught sight of tears starting to boil down Stretch’s cheek bones and instead fumbled for his keys. “All right, we’re going.”

The engine started and he began to pull away…right into a massive cage of bones grinding up around the car from the ground, chunks of asphalt falling from the jagged tips. Directly in front of them was Edge, both hands flung out and his roused magic surrounding him in a fiery aura. His crimson eye lights blazed as he forcibly held them back in a glorious depiction of viciously controlled power even while he was still in those damn silk pajamas and slippers.

Really, it was damned impressive. He was fucking gorgeous and Stretch hated himself for noticing, for even thinking it.

“Turn off the car,” Edge said, loudly, and Blue did, sitting mutely as Edge let his magic fade. He walked over the passenger side and opened the door, leaning in as he said evenly, “I think we need to talk, don’t you?”

Stretch buried his face into his hands and wondered if he could get away with a ‘fuck, no.’

He dared to look out and from the expression on Edge’s face, fleeing was only gonna lead to a wild hunt through the city and Blue already said he didn’t want any property damage.

Might as well get it over with. Stretch nodded and impatiently wiped his face on his sleeves as he got out of the car. He couldn’t even be insulted when Edge firmly grabbed his elbow and held on, leading him towards the house despite the way Stretch’s sneakers dragged through the crumbled remains of the road.

Mrs. Gerson smiled and nodded as they walked past, waving as she croaked out, “Have a good night, boys!”

“Thank you, Mrs. Gerson,” they said in unison, Edge crisply polite and Stretch a dismal mutter.

Edge unlocked the front door, pushing Stretch through it and he didn’t look up, not at Red who was on sofa, sitting up from his slouch with a genuinely startled, “what the fuck…?” and not at Edge, who ignored his brother to guide him up the stairs to his bedroom.

He closed the door and firmly set Stretch in the desk chair while Edge sat across from him on the bed.

“All right,” Edge said. He held out the ring box, blessedly closed, hiding the contents that Stretch was pretty sure he never wanted to see again; he’d rather toss them in the trash than try to return them at this point, “Now. Start from the beginning.”

tbc

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#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus

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trouvelle · 4 years ago

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Snow

For DCMK Emogust 2020 — 03.08: Snow. @dcmkemogust20xx There are many HeiShin and KaiShin fics but what about HeiKai c’mon (っ•﹏•)っ

Pairing: Heiji/Kaito friendship Rating: G Genre/Tags: apocalyptic themes.

•

They met again in a nameless part of the compound that’s darker than night.

“Hey,” the boy, clad in white, says.

To another person, who is sitting down on the curb. There’s a ragged baseball cap perched on the top of his head, obscuring the top half of his face. The other boy’s other physical features are not visible under the dim moonlight, but he knows who it is. He’s seen that cap before. Both the cap and its owner was all over the news and media at one point.

The boy glances up, “I’ve seen you around.”

He laughs dryly like the latter said something funny. “Back at you. I'm Kaito.”

The other boy tilts his head. “Hattori Heiji,” he says abruptly. “That's my name.”

“Great Detective of the West?” Kaito voices to confirm, even though he already knows.

“Used to be.”

“Kaitou Kid, Phantom Thief?” Heiji asks, his tone devoid of any accusation, like he also knows.

“Used to be.”

And then both of them are silent. Kaito’s breath fogs over, moon-silver against the black air. He's not shivering, though. Neither is Heiji.

“I didn’t expect that you’re still around,” he says, half-turning his body around to check if there is anyone else in the vicinity.

“Heh.” Sometimes he wishes he isn’t. Heiji’s lips quirk like he wants to grin.

Kaito understands. “We’re among the few people left, I guess,” he states. There’s no one else they used to know, and there’s no one else worth knowing. “This place is a joke.”

“I’m getting the hell outta this place.” Heiji scoffs. Kaito does too. “Wanna come with?”

“To escape?” Kaito laughs openly. He was once the master of escapades, after all. Maybe he should put his skills to good use once more.

The two boys are successfully blended in with the night. But maybe they are more out of place than they seem, or they try to be. They are lost, the two boys, even though neither will admit it.

The air is snowy cold, so cold they’re freezing.

•

The oceans are also starting to freeze over.

It’s supposed to be snowing, but it doesn’t. It hasn’t snowed for a while.

Kaito winces as they step onto the cold sand with bare feet.

Heiji shrugs as he walks past, all the way to the icy shore, not wavering the slightest. “This is nothing ta worry about.”

“Yep, least of my worries.” Kaito kicks forlornly at the sand. “Why do you want to come here first, anyway? We’re wasting time, you know.”

The faster they get away from the borders, the bigger their chance of getting out of here for good.

“None ‘yer business.” Heiji scowls, his eyebrows knitted in a way that reminds Kaito of someone. Ah yes, the former Head of the Osaka police department.

Kaito’s feet are starting to feel numb as he drags his toes through the sand, still following Heiji closer to the waters. “You're not planning to jump in, are you?” Not that Kaito cares that much, he barely knows him anyway.

“Moron. Why would I do that? Nothing would change even if I did.”

Heiji finds a big stick and starts to draw on the grainy sand, as if he knows immediately what he wants to write.

“For a faster process,” Kaito says, “We’re all going to be gone anyways.”

Heiji stabs the sand with the stick to draw something else, the shapes tiny next to the words. Kaito thinks it’s futile, whatever Heiji’s doing. All it takes is one big wave to come crashing to the shore and erase them, not leaving any trace behind. And Heiji knows that.

“Not for a while. They might come back.”

They.

Everyone Heiji knew.

Everyone Kaito knew.

Kaito glances up, looking at the clouds. “Not for a while,” he counters with exactly what the other boy previously said.

“It’s almost sunrise,” He says, like it matters.

Heiji steps away from the letters he drew on the sand. “Yeah.”

Kaito laughs humorlessly, looking around. “We’ve gotta get going.”

“Figures,” Heiji says, pointing further at the sky with her stick. Kaito squints. There are tiny blinks of red light, very very far away, somewhat blocked by the dark clouds. They have some time.

“You done here?” Kaito asks, and Heiji nods.

“They might, though.” Heiji brings it up again, just as Kaito thinks they’ve dropped the subject. “They’re resilient.”

Kaito chooses to answer in silence. He has been on Heiji’s end of the argument, too many times. He wonders at which point he abandons it and chooses to be on the other side. Maybe it’s when he realizes that it wasn’t only half of the universe that was wiped away, like the enemy threatened. If he had to guess, he’d ballpark the loss to be about 95%.

•

“Aight,” Heiji says finally. They've wandered so far that the purple sky doesn’t look broken.

“What?”

Heiji nods. “I need a katana.”

Kaito offers him a smirk over his shoulders. “Welcome back, tantei.”

He stops walking, traces the bark of a huge oak with his glove-clad hand. However, his finger stills, when he suddenly remembers that the bark of oak is dead, like most things around nowadays.

Like the snow, Kaito’s hand is very cold, and is growing colder, protecting what’s left in him.

Like the snow, Heiji eyes blaze icy sapphire, hiding, concealing the fire behind them.

“Do you need a weapon too?” he offers, grinning a little.

Kaito stares at his suit, his weapon. The last thing he can hold onto. It’s white, like the nonexistent snow they don’t get to see anymore. He shakes his head.

Then the sunlight is warm on their faces.

It is daytime.

#Kuroba Kaito #Hattori Heiji #dcmk #post apocalyptic #detective conan #not sure what happened prior to the events here D:#but a little post-apocalypse drabble dont hurt noone #dcmkemogust2020 #heiji hattori

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sincerelyovercast · 4 years ago

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9 years ago from today...

...was my first day of my Freshman Year in college at UC Merced. Man, where did the time go?

I still remember standing outside of the lecture hall for my first class CHEM001. I was the first one there. Heh, I know. What a nerd. lol.

I was sooo nervous, shy, and introverted. I was in a completely new place. A new city, with new faces everywhere. I didn’t know a single person.

I still remember initially hating the place.

As a person that thrives in cloudy/foggy cold weather, the unbearable summer heat was enough for me to say “No, I don’t belong here.” Add that to the fact that I was an off-campus freshman who knew absolutely no one, attending a college in the middle of nowhere and in a city that seemed to have nothing but farms and cows just felt wrong. All those reasons, along with just being an innate antisocial person, spelled the recipe for person that was destined to be a loner.

After hours of dreading and hating the place, I realized that a majority of these people were probably having the same thoughts as I was. It’s the first day of college, it’s meant to be scary and exciting.

Exciting.

Yes, exciting. Why am I so focused on the negatives? I’m here already, and this is where my life has taken me. I might as well make the most of it.

I was able to muster up enough courage and self-confidence to say Hi to some people. I met some people that would lead to meeting more people. Some in class, some in the dorms (after being invited by others), and some in passing.

I still remember this day, and will probably never forget it for the rest of my life. I was in my Writing class (WRI 001) and a classmate of mine (who ends up becoming one of my closest friends) asked me if I was Filipino. I answered yes, and he invited me to tag along later tonight to check out one of my clubs on campus. It was a Filipino club called PAA. I invited some of the people I met in the first week of school, and we all decided to meet up at the club event.

It was actually the club’s first meeting of the year, I believe. It was outside of the Sci & Eng building. They welcomed all the new Freshmen that were interested, discussed topics that pertained to the Filipino club and what the year had in store for them, and so on. By the time the meeting had concluded, all of the Freshmen had left. I still remember them telling me they were all leaving, and for some reason, I decided to stay.

I was standing there, very shy. I didn’t really know how to approach anyone. They all seemed so close-knit and cool. They were all so talented, being a part of dance groups and choir. As I stood there, I thought, well maybe I should’ve left? Why did I even stick around? Hm, should I just go ho-

‘Hi! My name’s Jessica, nice to meet you.’

This was the day my life changed. The day I met my best friend, my inspiration, my role model.

Sounds like I’m putting her on a pedestal, I know, but hear me out. To this day, I can’t even begin to imagine how different my life would’ve been if I hadn’t met her. If I hadn’t decided to break out of my shell and stay until the end of that meeting.

She taught me to care about other people. Not that I didn’t care before, but I used to think that you had to look out for yourself first. The way she cared and looked out for other people though, it felt so sincere, and pure. She would go out of her way to help you succeed, support you, and make you feel like you belonged. She, too, was an off-campus Freshman once, so I guess she knew how it felt. She made sure I didn’t feel left out or neglected. I still remember that first night we met, she brought me to her dorm to show me around and insisted in walking me to my car. She genuinely cared.

She taught me to believe in myself. I never would’ve thought that in a million years, I would be performing cultural dances and acting in a play on stage. I remember always being in awe at how cool she was. Her performances were always amazing. She was like a real-life Beyonce (not saying Beyonce isn’t real, but you know what I mean lol). But she was so down to Earth. She made me believe that all the great things she exemplified, I can do too. She would make posters and cheer me on to be the best that I could be.

She taught me how to be responsible. If it wasn’t for her, I might’ve not graduated college. Parties, drugs, and temptation were all commonplace throughout college. It was everywhere, and easy to get a hold of. I saw so many students get kicked out, get hooked to drugs, get wasted every weekend, treat their girlfriends like sh*t, or just turn into complete douchebags. There wasn’t much to do in the small town, I might’ve just became one of those douchebags. Instead, I always thought about every move I made and made sure it wasn’t what would disappoint her. Secretly, of course. I didn’t want to seem like a weirdo. Lol. But I knew, deep in my heart, that for some reason, what this girl does and what she believed was right, is the right decision. The right move. The right thing to do. You know the saying “What would Jesus do?” I had my own version, “What would Jessica do?” Haha.

But in all seriousness, unknowingly to her, she steered in me the right direction. I’m not saying I’m where I want to be now and that I’m this holy high-and-mighty pure person, cause I’m not. But it was because of her that I was able to avoid falling into the traps, pitfalls, and mishaps that usually befall young college students that have yet to find themselves.

But most importantly, she taught me that you can find happiness in places you wouldn’t think of.

Whether it was studying late at night, going to get food at the dining commons, a warm hug, or going on road trips -- she changed my perspective on how to see things. Glass half-full rather than half-empty.

And just like that, I no longer hated this place.

The heat was bearable. The open-space of the farms felt freeing. The city that was in the middle of nowhere and seemed to have nothing, ended up having everything.

So to anyone that does ever read this, if you find yourself unhappy with where you are in life, don’t give up on it just yet. It may just be the greatest thing to ever happen to you. A blessing in disguise. You just don’t know it, yet. Sometimes all it takes is some time, some positive outlook, some faith, and maybe someone that you’ll meet that will show you how to appreciate it all.

Thank you for helping me see what was in front of me. Thank you, @inlivingwritenow. 💛👐🏼

#give them their roses while they can still smell them.

#give them their roses while they can still smell them

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kaitycole · 5 years ago

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Consequences

This one kinda took on it’s own life and wrote itself. It’s super long, but oh well.

Pairing: Drake x Liam, Drake x ??

Word Count: 4803

Tag List: @dcbbw @sirbeepsalot @ao719 @annekebbphotography @loveellamae @darley1101 @burnsoslow @debramcg1106 @jessiembruno

A/N: Lyrics throughout are from Consequences by Camila Cabello.

It’s been years since Drake has been in the palace; hell, it’s been years since he’s been in Cordonia. His life in the states has been pretty good, although he lives in Texas, he’s making moves to Montana. He has finally pulled things together but there was one thing missing. HIM.

Liam makes his way around the room, hearing almost every noble declare their loyalty to the Crown. There has been a recent assassination attempt on the Crown, he was their primary target. When Liam took the throne almost ten years ago, he refused a suitor. He had no social season, no loveless engagement and there was no pitter patter of little feet echoing through the palace halls. Cordonia wouldn’t accept his choice, leaving them both heartbroken and the throne unstable. But there was only one person he wanted by his side. HIM.

Five minutes in the ballroom and Drake already remembers why he stays away. He has received several secondhand invitations to royal events from Maxwell. But none from the one he wanted them from. It didn’t take long before they both finally made eye contact with one another. Memories crashing over them like waves.

Dirty tissues, trust issues Glasses on the sink, they didn't fix you Lonely pillows in a stranger’s bed Little voices in my head Secret keeping, stop the bleeding Lost a little weight because I wasn't eating All the songs that I can't listen to, to tell the truth

“Is this right? I feel like it’s wrong.” Liam frowned, staring at the untoasted marshmallow on the stick. He wasn’t sure how he kept getting it wrong, he followed Drake’s directions perfectly.

“Try holding it closer to the middle. You can’t be scared of the fire.” Drake laughed.

“I’m not!” Liam practically shoved the marshmallow into the fire, sticking his tongue out victoriously at his best friend. However, when he finally pulled it out of the fire, the marshmallow was completely burnt.

Drake tried to hold back a laugh as he pulled back a perfectly golden-brown marshmallow.

Liam’s jaw dropped, “Show me again.”

Drake walked over towards the young prince as he poked a fresh marshmallow with a stick. He walked behind him, taking Liam’s arm and gently pushing it towards the fire. It was similar to the way Drake had stood behind him when he taught him how to fish, Liam’s thoughts became hazy in this instance too.

The hairs on Liam neck stood up as he felt Drake’s breath danced across his skin. He froze as Drake’s touch seared onto his skin.

Both of them had danced around the elephant that sat between them for months now. Unbeknownst to the other, both have thought back to times where they almost addressed the elephant.

Drake thought back to a fishing trip, his chest firmly pressed against Liam’s back teaching him a casting method. The smell of fresh cleaned linens encircled him. While Liam thought back on a camping adventure and how waking up surrounded by the scent of leather filled every void Liam ever felt.

Drake shook the thought from his head before he pulled back Liam’s arm, a perfectly toasted marshmallow sits on the end of his stick.

“I did it!” A huge smile spread across Liam’s face as he shouted.

Drake felt his cheeks redden; seeing Liam this happy made his chest flutter, “heh.”

Liam knitted his brows as he assembled a s’more just the way he had watched Drake make them all night. When he finished, he held it up, beaming with pride.

“This is amazing!” Liam said as he shoved it towards Drake, “try it!”

At first, he was hesitant, but he took a bite anyways. Liam’s cheeks blushed as he saw melted chocolate left on the corner of Drake’s mouth.

“What?” Drake looked at him confused.

Without thinking, he leaned forward; close enough to see Drake’s hickory eyes have melted into pools of honey as the light hit them. His breath hitched in his throat before he carefully closed the space between them. Drake looked into Liam’s eyes, darkened to a mischievous onyx color.

Liam slowly flicked his tongue against Drake’s skin, the melted chocolate licked off as his tongue swiped across Drake’s lip. Slipping his tongue between Drake’s lips, he started to explore his best friend’s mouth. When his mind finally caught up with his body, Drake pressed himself closer to Liam, pulling him into him as they both deepened the kiss.

* *

The pair slowly walks towards each other, the space between them getting smaller and smaller before the King and commoner are standing face to face.

“Drake,” Liam can’t seem to think of anything else to say.

“Liam.”

The pair continue to just stand there in silence. Ten years was a long time to go without seeing or speaking, neither truly understood that until now.

Clearing his throat, he finally speaks, “How is Texas? Or have you moved?” Liam’s flustered, there was a time where he knew everything about the man in front of him. He knew Drake better than he knew himself, but in this moment, he realizes that he knows absolutely nothing about him.

“Texas is good, I’m actually uhm…moving.” Drake stumbles over his words which isn’t uncommon when it comes to talking to Liam. His whole life everything he did was to reflect positively on Liam, that’s how he assumed they’d win over Cordonia. If the people could see that Drake complimented the young prince, they’d have to approve. At least that’s what they thought until Liam’s only country let them both down.

“I – “ Liam starts but is interrupted by Bastien.

“Sir, you’re needed on stage to make a speech and then Duchess Olivia would like a word.”

“Of course,” Liam turns back to Drake, “I’d like to continue this. Where are you staying?”

Don’t do it, Drake. End it right here, “Applewood. My old room.”

“I’ll meet you there. 10pm?”

No. “I’ll be there.”

Drake watches Liam walk away and back into the stoic and dutiful leader that he’s always been meant to be. It was a sight Drake was far too familiar with; Liam leaving him because unlike himself, Liam couldn’t be selfish.

Loving you was young, and wild, and free Loving you was cool, and hot, and sweet Loving you was sunshine, safe and sound A steady place to let down my defenses But loving you had consequences

The warm Grecian sun beamed down on the young couple as they lounged on the Elafonisi beach. When the planning the trip, Liam couldn’t get over the idea of seeing the famous pink sands and Drake just wanted to see his boyfriend relax.

Liam looked over at Drake who had been staring at him, “What?”

“I just love seeing you so relaxed.” Drake took in this new Liam; his raven hair laid haphazardly instead of combed back and regal while sunglasses covered his eyes. His chest was bare and he wore dark blue swim trunks that came up a tad higher than mid-thigh; much to Drake’s disapproval.

Liam propped up on his right arm, having slightly turned to face Drake. His brown hair, slightly damp from the hot sun hung in his face before he shakes it away. He sported a gray tank-top along with knee-length light tan swim trunks.

“I could say the same about you, love.” He grabbed Drake’s top and pulled him closer as he caught his lips with him. As Liam went in to deepen the kiss by scooching closer to him, Drake abruptly moved back.

“We are in public, Li!”

“So?”

Drake rolled his eyes as he turned a bright pink, he kissed Liam once more before he stood up. He shook his head as he peeled his top off.

Soon they both found themselves walking towards the water. The sand warmed the bottom of their feet as they make their way closer to the water.

Several eyes, both male and female, grazed over Liam’s figure. Drake rolled his eyes, which caught Liam’s attention.

“Must you wear such short swimwear?”

“I thought you liked them?” He tilted his head to the side, his expression seemed hurt.

He ran his fingers through his hair before mumbling, “Me and half the beach.”

Liam smirked, holding back a laugh, “So? I’m here with you.” He stopped walking and pulled Drake into him. He put both of his hands on Drake’s cheeks before he kissed him as he hands slid down Drake’s side before, he grabbed Drake’s ass.

“Liam!”

“What?” He laughed, “Just showing everyone here I’m taken.”

The cool turquoise water surrounded them as they stood still; taking in the serene landscape. Their trip was coming to a close then back to the daily grind of a prince and a commoner.

“I wish we could stay here forever,” Drake said.

Liam wrapped his arm around Drake’s waist, “I’ll make it a promise to come here once a year. Just the two of us.”

Drake smiled, “Sure there’d be room in the royal schedule?”

“I’ll say it’s for diplomatic reasons,’ he kissed Drake’s nose.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Hesitation, awkward conversation Running on low expectation Every siren that I was ignoring I'm payin' for it

Drake stares at the clock, 9:52PM. He knows Liam said 10pm but he’s usually always 10 minutes early to everything.

Maybe that’s changed in recent years? I can’t really say I know him like before.

His phone bings and for reasons unknown, his heart starts to race.

Hope everything is well. Talk soon?

Drake quickly replies. It is. Miss you.

I miss you. When do you get back?

TX? Or MT?

Both.

TX Friday. MT Sunday. His text is a lie, he’ll actually be back in Montana on Saturday but that was a surprise.

I don’t think I can wait that long.

Drake chuckles, So dramatic.

You love it.

His phone rings, “Hello?”

“I know it’s late there; I just miss your voice.”

He smirks, “Such a dork.”

“How are you?”

“I’m fine. You worry too much babe.”

“I just care about you, Drake. I won’t keep you long though.” The voice on the other end sounds sad.

“Don’t go just yet.” To be honest, Drake didn’t want to be alone. Being back in Cordonia was bringing up too much stuff for him to feel safe alone.

“You know I’ll only leave when you say so.”

Drake knows that he doesn’t just mean the phone call, but he didn’t want to go there right now. “What do you have planned for today?”

“Dad had me go on a supply run this morning and I’m just about to take Dolly out for a ride.”

“Give her an extra carrot for me, would ya?”

Drake doesn’t hear anything coming from the other line because his attention is completely on the doorknob twisting.

Liam walks in, his tie is gone and the top buttons of his shirt are undone. His hair is a sloppy mess of black hair instead of the slicked back style it held early in the night. He smiles at Drake as Drake holds up his index finger, telling him to wait a minute.

“Hey, I have to go really quick. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Oh okay. Have a good night!”

“Goodnight, Sawyer.” Drake taps the red circle on his screen.

“Sawyer?” Liam asks as Drake sits next to him on the bed.

Drake runs his fingers through his hair, “Uh…yeah. It’s a new thing.”

“Where’d you meet him?”

“I went to Montana for cattle and ran into him about six months ago.”

“Is it serious?”

Drake pauses, Is he jealous? Or just curious?

“Not yet.” Liam raises his brow causing Drake to elaborate, “I wanted to wait until I moved up there before things got too serious. Wanted us to have a chance. Distance is a bitch.”

The pair share a knowing look. Once upon a time, they had tried to sustain their relationship through distance and both knew it crashed and burned.

Clearing his throat to break the silence, “Anyone in your life?”

“Not really,” Liam shakes his head, “A few flings here and there but NDA’s are a mood kill.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Drake turns red as he awkwardly fumbles over his words.

Liam places a hand on Drake’s inner thigh.

“Liam.”

He moves closer, his hand gently turning Drake’s chin to face him before kissing him. Drake doesn’t pull away at first, falling into the familiar taste and motions of his ex-lover before Sawyer’s face flashes in his mind and he pushes Liam back.

“Liam! No!”

“You said it wasn’t serious. Where’s the harm?”

“I never said that I didn’t want it to be serious!”

Silence falls over them as Drake moves over the chair closest to the door, giving them space to cool down. The pair whose hearts once beat in sync, found themselves struggling to exchange small talk.

“I can’t believe this is so awkward.”

“It’s been nearly ten years, Liam.”

“But we were in love. Soulmates. How does that just disappear?”

Drake sighs, dropping his head into his hands, “Are you remembering all of it?”

Liam’s eyes widen as he takes in the words spoken. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure that he really was.

Loving you was young, and wild, and free Loving you was cool, and hot, and sweet Loving you was sunshine, safe and sound A steady place to let down my defenses But loving you had consequences

Drake flopped down on Liam’s bed. He was exhausted from the events of the day and couldn’t wait to just shower and climb in bed for the night; even if it was only 8:35pm. The two of them had spent the entire day going to various public events in hopes that when the time came, they would except Drake as who Liam picked. To both of their surprise, the country seemed to think it was a great match along with Leo and Madeleine.

However, he was slightly concerned with the impromptu meeting Constantine had called towards the end of their final event, which left Drake alone to handle the crowd. Thankfully it was Lythikos so Olivia was there to help. It had been a few hours since Constantine called for Liam and usually Liam would at least sneak a text to Drake.

“Drake? Are you here?” Liam called out into the suite. His tone almost sounded defeated and full of worry.

“In here.” Drake sat down the clothes he had decided to sleep in, walking into the common room to meet Liam. He rushed to his side, going in for a kiss only for Liam to turn his head and the kiss landed on his cheek.

“I have some news I need to share.”

“Okay?” Drake was scared. Liam had never sounded so serious to him before.

“Leo…he...abdicated.”

“Abdicated? Abdicated what?”

“The throne.” Irritation took over his tone.

“Which means that you’ll be…” Drake hesitated, hoping that maybe it he didn’t say it aloud it wouldn’t be true.

“The fucking king, Drake.” Liam slammed his hand against the wall, “The king.” Liam slowly slid down the wall he was leaning against. Once he reached the floor, he pressed his head into his hands.

Drake stood there, unsure of what to do, unsure of what to say, unsure on what could help. “Li, I…”

“Just leave me alone. I just want to be left alone.”

Drake slowly blinked back the tears that Liam’s harsh tone and words had caused as he walked back into the bedroom before getting in the shower. As the hot water reddened his skin, he heard the door slam. Closing his eyes, he just hoped Liam would stay safe, he knew where he was going.

The sound of things being knocked over and whispered cuss words woke Drake up. Through sleepy eyes, the clock read 3:45am to which Drake sighed at. He laid there, waiting for Liam to stumble into the room, deciding if he would just pretend to be asleep or not.

“Draaaaakkkkkeeeee,” Liam half whispered, half giggled.

He rolled over and propped up on his right arm, glaring at the Crown Prince. He was completed disheveled; his dress shirt untucked and wrinkled and his hair had clearly seen better styles. Drake was also pretty sure his zipper was left undone and he really didn’t want to ask why.

“Yes?”

Liam drunkenly climbed onto the bed, crawling closer to Drake who could smell the rum coming off Liam.

“I missed you baby.” He flopped down on top of Drake.

“You need to change clothes.” Drake pushed him off him before walking to Liam’s dresser and pulled out a white t-shirt and plaid PJ pants.

Liam tried, and failed, at undoing the buttons before Drake finally stepped in. Liam repeatedly apologized to Drake for being a mess and Drake brushed it off.

Drake felt Liam scoot up behind him when he reached over to cut the lamp off. His hand trailed down Drake’s thigh before moving inward.

“Li.” His breath hitched as he felt Liam wrap his hand around him. He felt Liam pressed up against his back as his lips trailed down his neck. The anger Drake was holding slowly evaporated as Liam’s lips and hands started to touch all over his body. He turned his body to face Liam before his lips crashed into his. It was when he pulled back to look at him that he saw the deep purple mark on Liam’s neck that the anger built back up inside him.

He shoved Liam away from him as he got off the bed, grabbing his pillow.

“What the hell, Drake?”

“What the hell, Drake? How about what the hell, Liam!” He stormed off into the living room.

Liam stood up and stopped in front of the mirror, the mark catching his eyes.

* *

“Drake?”

“Yeah, Li?” Drake was in the shower, washing his hair when the prince came in.

“I’m sorry about last night.” Liam’s hand when to the side of his neck.

“You were drunk.” He knew that wasn’t a good excuse, but he didn’t want to talk about it.

“It won’t ever happen again.”

Drake didn’t say anything. He just pressed his eyes tighter together trying to stop imagining Liam with someone else. That’s what his mind had been on repeat all night.

A quick breeze of cool air hits Drake’s skin as the shower door is opened. He knew it was Liam, but he didn’t move or speak; just continued to rinse the soap from his brown locks.

“Li!” He gasped as he felt Liam’s hands on his inner thighs.

“Let me make it up to you.” He then took Drake into his mouth which caused a low moan from his lover.

Drake tried to enjoy the moment, but all he could think about was when exactly they had started to drift apart.

* *

“There was that one night, but I wouldn’t say that destroyed us.” Liam says.

Drake shakes his head, “You still won’t even say what happened.”

“Because it’s not that important. That didn’t change the fact that I loved you.”

“This is what I’m talking about, Liam. You aren’t looking back on everything. You’re seeing the good and the okay, but you aren’t looking at the bad.”

“We didn’t have any bad.”

“YES WE DID!” Drake yells which causes Liam’s eyes to widen, “Think. Think really hard on the last time I was at the palace.”

Loving you was dumb, dark and cheap Loving you will still take shots at me Found loving you was sunshine, but then it poured And I lost so much more than my senses 'Cause loving you had consequences

“It’s been months, why are you still on this?”

“Still on this…are you kidding me?”

“It was one night, Drake.”

“What was one night?”

“The incident.”

“Exactly! You won’t even call it what it is. You cheated, Liam! CHEATED!”

Liam sighed, “It always comes back to this with you, doesn’t it?”

Drake’s eyes widen as he listened to Liam’s bullshit, “Seriously?”

“You’ve been in Texas for six months and I don’t know what you’re doing at all times.”

“You don’t…I work and talk to you!”

“You could go out to bars and hook up.”

“I think you’re thinking about yourself. That’s your thing, Liam.”

Drake walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, he needed to add space between them. Sure, they had fights, but he knew this one would be bad.

“I can’t even remember him; doesn’t that show you that it meant nothing?”

“Are you always a dick?”

“Only for you, sweetheart.” Liam smirked at his lover.

“I can’t even look at you right now. It’s hard enough dealing with the press over us, but you don’t even seem to care.” He pushed himself passed Liam as he walked into the living room.

Liam shook his head; he didn’t understand where all of this was coming from nor did he really want to deal with it. As king, he had enough to deal with, especially with the council calling for a social season and engagement. He watched as Drake stormed off into the bedroom.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Drake tossed the suitcase on the bed with a thump. He began to throw any and all of his clothes in the suitcase as he emptied out the dressers and closets.

“I can’t stay here with you.”

“You’re being dramatic.” Liam rolled his eyes.

“I’m not being shit!” Drake yelled, “We’ve been drifting apart and you couldn’t even take the time to notice.”

“So, you’re just going to run away? Like the Walker that you are.” Liam scoffed, “Like mother like son, right?”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m damaged.”

“Oh, but aren’t you?”

Drake froze in place, a pair of shoes hanging from his fingers with a few shirts draped across his arm.

Liam continued before Drake could fully process his remark, “You’re only being this dramatic because you’re insecure. Your daddy died and mommy left you, you’ve always been alone. So, now you’re scared that I’ll just leave you too.”

“I don’t need you, Liam.” He shoved the last of his things in the bag.

“It’s me who doesn’t need you, Drake. You’ve become a burden and I can’t handle it anymore.” He watched as tears fell from Drake’s face, “That’s why the public won’t accept you, you’re too weak for the crown.”

Drake yanked his suitcase from the bed and drug it towards the door, stopping only to grab his keys from the kitchen counter. He paused at the door, not bothering to turn around before he spoke, “Fuck you, Liam.”

* *

Once again, they sit in silence. That fight was the one that ended things for them. It was the one fight that they could never come back from, that they could never pretend didn’t happen. Or at least Drake couldn’t pretend never happen.

Just thinking about the fight broke Drake into pieces all over again. It had taken him years to get over it, to be able to hear him name without falling apart. The first couple years after he had left Cordonia, he worked himself half to death. He refused to stop throwing himself into work, fearfully of being left alone in his thoughts.

When his mom and sister had finally convinced him to take a short trip to decompress, it ended with an emergency trip to the ER; attempted overdose; his thoughts had gotten too loud to ignore. That day he realized that he truly was the damaged mess Liam accused him of being.

He had decided to get help by spending sometime in a mental health hospital and it had been the best thing he ever did. With help, he had pulled himself out of the hole that Liam had dug and shove him in during that last fight. It was after that, that he had started traveling and began to dream of running his own ranch or at least getting more into the cattle raising business.

The memory of the fight was suffocating to Liam. He had spent all this time shoving it down, refusing to allow himself to realize that he was in fact the reason he lost Drake. He spent this entire time blaming his dad, Regina, the citizens of Cordonia and even Drake rather than himself. Drake was right, Liam only saw the good and the okay moments because if he saw the bad then he wouldn’t be able to have hope that they’d return to each other. What he did. What he said. None of that was true or fair for him to say.

“It took me a long time to understand things,” Drake clears his throat, “But sometimes the person you want the most is the person you’re best without.”

“Drake…” Liam moves over to where he’s sitting, kneeling down in front of him, “I never meant those things. I just wanted you to hurt as much as I was.”

“We’re toxic to one another. All this time apart has just proved that.” He pushes Liam’s hand off of his knee, “You don’t hurt people you love, Li. That’s not love.”

“Fire and gasoline.”

Drake sighs, “Exactly.” He pushes himself up, walking away from Liam whose still on his knees. He begins packing what little he has unpacked in the day and a half he’s been in town.

Liam’s heart sinks, the sight all too familiar to him.

Drake takes deep breaths, knowing he needs to chill out and not let his emotions drown out his rational thinking. He pressed down the top while he zips it up, stuffing his chargers in the front pocket of the suitcase.

There’s nothing left to say. Liam pretty much summed everything up by describing what the two of them actually were: fire and gasoline. They weren’t meant to be together. They weren’t good together or for each other. It didn’t matter if they wanted to try it again, they couldn’t and Drake knew that he shouldn’t.

“We can go into this slowly this time.” Liam tries to bargain with Drake, sure they had an explosive fight and he had said hurtful things, but he knew that they could fix it if they just tried.

“Li, no, we aren’t right for each other. We tried, several times, and that last time…it nearly killed me.”

Liam’s shoulders dropped, almost as if he had deflated. He watches as Drake pulls his suitcase towards the door, knowing Drake has made up his mind and nothing would change it.

“I wish you nothing but the best, Drake.”

“Same to you, Li.”

Loving you

“Good morning, babe.” Drake feels movement from the other side of the bed. Sleep coated the voice next to him, bringing Drake’s lip into a smile.

Turning, Drake kisses the person next to him before wrapping his arms around him. It has been a year since his adventures in Cordonia and when he left, he really wasn’t sure where to go. He had worked so hard to put himself back together when he left Cordonia the first time and he didn’t want Sawyer to see him in pieces. He couldn’t ask Sawyer to put him back together, but he didn’t have anyone else he trusted.

The sudden knocking on the door jolted Sawyer from his unexpected nap on the couch. He rushed to the door and when he opened it, he found a broken Drake standing in the rain.

Sawyer gave him a change of clothes, towel for his hair along with a cup of coffee to help him warm up. He didn’t pry because he didn’t have to, Drake told him everything. Starting at the very beginning and ending with how he ended up on his porch.

“Pathetic, huh?” Drake shook his head, tightening his grip on the mug.

Sawyer had moved to sitting on the coffee table and faced Drake. He hesitated before gently placing his hand on his thigh, “Pathetic? No. Brave? Yes.”

Drake looked up with a puzzled look.

“You faced your demons head on. That’s more than most people are able to do.” He took Drake’s hand, “You don’t have to do things alone anymore, Drake. I’m here and I won’t leave until you push me away…at least twice.”

Drake smirked as he shook his head, “The same goes for me, but make it three times. I’m a little hard headed.”

* * *

“I vote that we stay in bed all day, take the day off.” Drake nibbles in Sawyer’s ear.

“I fully support that.” He smiles as he looks at Drake’s left ring finger. It sports a ring that matches his own.

“I love you.” He turns in Drake’s arms so he’s facing him now. Drake leans forwards, pressing his forehead against his.

“I love you too.”

#choices #pixelberry #the royal romance #trr x bsc crossover #drake x liam #driam #trr driam #drake x ??#tw: mention of suicide attempt #tw: cheating #tw: adultery

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katatty · 5 years ago

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meet the simmer - TS2 Edition

I was tagged to do this by @mrslandgraab - thank you!

Your name: Kat!

Languages you speak: Just English, and extremely low-level GCSE French :(

Are you a mermaid?: Sure! I live in a coastal town & was a huge mermaid & dolphin girl as a kid, even had an underwater/dolphin themed bedroom. These days my vibe is more witch-y than mermaid-y, but I’m down with being any kinda cool fantasy lady, haha

Your play style: It’s a mix, yeah! I tend to play with a lot of structure (rounds, challenges, etc.) but keep the rules pretty loose & optimise more for storytelling than anything. It varies a lot between saves and sometimes even between families, haha.

Your Simself picture: Gosh, I haven’t played with a simself in forever... here’s one from 2015, lmao:

She doesn’t really look anything like me since I wasn’t the best at faces in those days, and my style has definitely changed in the last 5 years (although the hair isn’t all that different) so maybe I’ll make a new one, just for fun?

Stories or gameplay, builds, look books, edits or CC: Gameplay & builds, mostly!

Your favorite age state: Young Adults, university is my favourite! :D

Your favorite season: Spring or Autumn - I like that nice in-between weather and the feeling of the world chaning...

Your favorite holiday: Christmas, definitely! It can be kind of a stressful holiday but it gives me such a strong feeling of community and love, with family, friends, hell even on simblr! It’s the only time of year I really get together with my extended family. I also love the food, the decorations, the lights, Christmas pantos, classic films on TV, ghost stories... it’s got it all, imo!

How was your day?: So far so good! It’s been a weekend of having absolutely no plans (courtesy of corvid-19, heh) and just kinda relaxing. It’s a worrying time in a way but it’s also been nice to not have to worry about cramming as much as possible into the weekend & just being, yknow?

Your favorite career: I like running a OFB career the best but other than that... maybe crime, haha?

Your favorite aspiration: Knowledge & Pleasure!

Your favorite EP, GP and SP: Probably Mansion & Garden, I can’t live without all that gorgeous garden decoration & the cool archetectural details! For EP, hmmm, maybe university? University is my favourite part of the game, I think :)

How old is your simblr?: Apparently it dates back to August 2014 so, gosh, about 6 years??????????

Have you WooHooed?: Haha, serious question? Yeah

Your favorite skill: Creativity, probably! Although really its the hidden skills linked to it that I like, painting& music proficiancy, etc.

The size of your mods folder: 28GB >.< no comments on this please lmao, I know how bad it is & I hate it

Your 3 favorite mods: Going to cheat and say all the occult stuff by @midgethetree, the simological school/prison mods, & @hexagonal-bipyramid‘s traits project!

Your interests (other than Sims): Writing, D&D (I’m a newbie DM currently running Curse of Strahd for my IRL friends), anime, reading, drawing, tarot, fashion (I like ‘alternative’ style but lean more into witchy/granny/mori stuff than the ‘edgy’ look), witchcraft/occult stuff in general, knitting, embroidery... the last 2 are very new hobbies I’m still getting the hang of!

Your favorite Sim (picture if possible): Chosing one is always basically impossible for me so I’m gonna go ahead and post a few favorites...

Which Sims games have you played (including mobile games)?:Definitely TS2 is the one I’ve played the most of, but I’ve also played all the other mainline games... TS1 was only at friend’s houses, never got into TS4, but I have played a lot of TS3.

We never had a PC as a kid so I’ve played looooooads of the console ones. On the PS2 The Sims, Bustin’ Out, Sims 2, The Urbz (the best one.) Also the Sims 2 DS game & PSP games. Those are both pretty great. I also played the Sims 3 Wii game which was fucking terrible, haha.

Propose a crazy scheme: Bring back round robin legacies where a different simmer plays each generation

Best part of simblr: The community spirit is great, everyone is always eager to help each other and the level of creativity is just wow

Worst part of simblr:Sometimes I miss how much people commented in the old LJ days - without “threads” in comments it’s much harder to build friendships on Tumblr without going out of your way to message people, which is always a bit intimidating!

What other games you play?: I don’t play that many other games because I like the Sims 2 so much, but me and my boyfriend generally play through a couple of games together each year... mostly the Zelda and Final Fantasy series. I also play 00s era Sonic games weekly with one of my friends, haha. They are kind of crappy in a lot of ways but hold so much charm for me, I just love them... in general I like visual novels, mysteries, puzzles, adventures & anything with a good story. Not so big on anything very large and open-world, or first-person.

Other favourites include Pokemon, Fire Emblem, Harvest Moon (had to quit this one cold turkey lmao), TWEWY, the 999 games & Phoenix Wright.

Other websites or accounts (Origin, Twitter, etc.): I’m on discord! katatty #9742

Are you single?: Nope, been in a relationship for the last 5 years & we’re very happy. We moved in together last summer!

Tagging @strangetomato, @moocha-muses, @nostalgiasimmer & @simhealing - if you’re up for it!

#ask meme

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fineillsignup · 5 years ago

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“#Challenge” (Sakura and Rock Lee brotp gen) - Shinobi Summerfest 2019

@keepyourpantsongohan! You are my giftee for @shinobisummerfest and you requested (among other possibilities) fluff/humour, any member of team 7, and the keyword “green”! And that of course made me think of the beautiful Eternal Rivalry 2.0 between Sakura and Rock Lee. I hope you enjoy this fic, which is also available on AO3 in my Sakura & Lee Eternal Rivals one-shot collection!

———

“Sakura-san!!!”

Only Lee could speak at a regular volume and yet she could still hear the multiple exclamation points in his tone. Still, Sakura smiled. She was just about done harvesting the sanshou husks anyway. “Hi, Lee! Nice weather, isn’t it?”

“Alas, I have hardly been able to enjoy it! I have been outside for my daily thousand laps around Konoha only.” He took a deep breath of the cool, crisp autumn air, and brightened a little. “Indeed, you are right Sakura-san! This pleasant chill calls out for hot-blooded exertion! We can bring summer to life no matter what the weather!”

“Maybe I’ll join you for another hundred laps, then, when I’m done here,” said Sakura, picking another berry off the plant. “What’s been keeping you inside, mission reports?”

Lee suddenly looked stricken again. “No! Konohamaru-kun has been most kindly teaching Guy-sensei and I how to use the computer! It is most kind of him, because now Guy-sensei will be easily able to record down all his wisdom for students of taijutsu across the world, and even generations yet to come to be able to benefit from it!”

“Oh? That really is great!” said Sakura. “Shizune’s been digitizing her poisons compendium and it really does make searching it easier. Is Guy-sensei enjoying it?”

“Well, he is, but so far he has not been able to get the ‘hits’. I am not quite sure about what the ‘hits’ are, but apparently you get them when people read and watch your content. So I have been trying to come up with ways to help his wonderful work attract attention! But alas! Nothing I have done is sufficient! We cannot get the hits, Sakura-san!” His large eyebrows knit together as his lip trembled.

Sakura hurriedly grabbed a few more berries and then called it a day. “That really does sound like a challenge, Lee. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“A challenge!” Lee’s melancholy was swept off of him in an instant. “You are so right as always, Sakura-san! Of course! It’s a challenge! A good challenge is never easy, is it? I will not give up! I will get the hits for Guy-sensei! That means I need to train more!”

Sakura tied her hair up. “First to a hundred laps, then? Loser buys me dango.”

Lee chortled. “Ohohoho! Your youthful confidence inspires me, my eternal rival! I will buy you dango even when I win!”

“Ready… steady… go!”

A red-pink streak and green-black blur shot forward and were almost instantly out of sight.

(this art was previously made for this series by @corgi-ears and is used with permission)

———

“Sakura-san!!!”

Sakura nearly flipped over the entire table at the curry restaurant where she was almost finished her curry udon. “Lee! How many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me like that!”

“I am most sincerely sorry! But when I saw you it was like the answer to my dreams!” Lee clutched at his chest. “My youthful spirit is flagging! I require your spirit, like a spring breeze, to revive my purpose!”

Sakura blinked at him. “Maybe you should eat some curry. I think that will be more helpful than a spring breeze.”

Lee clapped his hands, then flagged down a waiter to order a katsu-don. “You see how your practicality already assists me. You have your finger on the pulse of youth!”

“Actually, let me take your pulse, Lee,” Sakura said with a worried frown. “You don’t look so good.”

“Ahahahahaha,” chortled Lee as she put her fingers over his wrist, “well, you see, I haven’t eaten. Or slept.”

“For how long?!” Sakura demanded.

Lee’s big round eyes were twitching around in his head. “In the heat of my passion, one day is no different than another!”

“Lee,” Sakura said reprovingly.

“I need the hits, Sakura!” he pleaded. “I cannot rest until I get Guy-sensei the hits!”

“You are going to eat your curry, and then I am going to take you home, where you are going to get rest. You know, inspiration can strike in dreams, sometimes!”

“That is true…” Lee brooded, drumming his fingers on the table. “That is very true.”

Lee ended up nearly falling asleep in his curry. Sakura sighed, fished in his pockets to get enough money to pay for his share (since she only had enough for her own), then hoisted him unceremoniously over her shoulder and across the village to his apartment.

———

“Sakura—oh, hello Naruto-kun. Sakura-san! I have come up with an idea! It struck me in my dreams, just as you predicted! That was very cool of you, you know.”

Sakura was reattaching Naruto’s prosthetic pinky. “That’s great, Lee!”

“Can’t this go any faster, Sakura-chan?” whined Naruto. “I was only in such a hurry in the first place because I heard old man Teuchi is debuting a new flavour of ramen today! It’s the first time he’s debuted a new flavour in over a decade! I gotta get a bowl before it sells out dattebayo!”

“Haven’t you ever heard of the saying haste makes waste?” Sakura said, stitching the prosthetic back together with what seemed to Naruto to be deliberate slowness. “Let this be a lesson to you not to try to close a window when your hand is still right under it. You’re only lucky this was your prosthetic hand!”

“But Sakura-san, indeed, if you could finish it quickly I would be most grateful! You see, we have to spread the virus!” Lee said.

Sakura paused with the needle mid-stitch.

“Don’t distract her, Caterpillar Brows!” griped Naruto.

“Spread what virus?” said Sakura. The needle still didn’t move. “Lee, are you sick?”

“No, no, spread the virus on the computer! To get the hits!” Lee said.

Sakura relaxed, and to Naruto’s relief, resumed reattaching the finger. “Oh! You mean we need to go viral, I think. Well, it’s easier said than done.”

“But I have heard the viruses are about challenges! Sakura-san! Surely no one is better at challenges than you and I!”

“Heh! Yeah! Sakura-chan could do a bottle cap challenge in her sleep, probably,” said Naruto, flexing his hand now that Sakura had finished reattaching the pinky. “She could probably make the caps explode off every bottle in the convenience store if she wanted to!”

“Bottle cap challenge?” asked Sakura.

“You do a spin-kick—” Naruto tried to demonstrate, and Sakura caught his foot with one hand, making him flail. “Sakura-chan! I’m trying to show you!”

“This is a hospital, idiot Naruto!”

“Well you do a spin-kick,” Naruto pouted, tugging his foot free with some difficulty, “and you make the cap of the bottle come off without knocking over the bottle!”

“Oh! Precision, huh? That actually does sound fun. Yeah, Lee and I could both do that easily. Will that really make us go viral, though?” Sakura pointed out. “I mean, you have to take it to the next level from what people are already doing, right?”

“Of course! You and I must not limit ourselves to a single challenge, after all, we are eternal rivals…” Lee trailed off. “That’s it! That’s the answer, Sakura-san!!!!”

Though she was bewildered, Sakura patted Lee arm affectionately as he twirled her around the clinic room.

“Hey! How come he gets to do that kind of thing and I don’t? It’s not fair -ttebayo,” grumbled Naruto.

———

Tsunade hit play on the video.

A montage of Sakura and Lee smashing their heads through brick walls began to play.

She hit pause, switched to another tab, and hit play again.

This time Sakura shouted at the camera, “Water running! Taijutsu only! Go!” and Lee took off across the water.

“Children might drown trying to do this,” Tsunade said severely, then clicked to the next tab. “But that isn’t the worst thing I’ve seen from you two. Oh no. I saved the very worst for last.”

The camera was struggling to focus in the smoky and dimly lit interior of Konoha’s best, and indeed only, izakaya.

“B-bottle cap challenge?” Lee was slurring. “There’s no challenge I won’t take! No path I won’t walk! No mountain I won’t—hic—climb! No c-curry I won’t eat! No tracksuit I won’t wear! No squirrel I won’t pet! No… no… where was I going with this, Tenten?”

“The bottle cap challenge,” Tenten, from behind the camera, prompted.

“R-right, bottle caps! You challenged me, you metallic… you metallic… butts!” Lee swore in his strongest possible words at the bottle caps.

“Yeah! Tell ‘em!” Sakura, who had been face down on the table, suddenly jerked her head up, revealing cheeks as pink as her hair. “Is it time? We’re gonna kick their butts, Lee?”

“Let’s go! For youuuuth!”

After that, what was happening in front of the camera became very difficult to follow indeed. There was screaming, shouting, the sounds of broken glass, Lee and Sakura shouting numbers back and forth at each other. Tsunade hit pause and scrolled down slightly to reveal the text beneath.

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“Well, what do you have to say for yourselves?” Tsunade demanded.

“I’m so very sorry shishou,” Sakura began, head hung low. “I know we were encouraging irresponsible drinking—”

“Not that nonsense,” Tsunade interrupted crossly. “Do you know what you’ve done to the sake supply in this village? Do you know the depths to which I had to debase myself, begging Shimura-san, the izakaya owner, not to leave town? Do you know how hard it is to get a bar to stay open in a ninja village?!”

Lee and Sakura looked at each other and shook their heads.

“I’m docking both of your mission pay by 20% until the damage to Shimura-san is paid back,” Tsunade said severely, “and I want you to consider that you have gotten off very lightly, and only because the ninja academy has seen its enrolment applications for the taijutsu program more than triple since you posted these videos. But you two are on notice. No more sake challenges!”

“Yes, Hokage-sama,” they both said.

“Good,” said Tsunade, “dismissed.”

The two fled out the window before Tsunade could change her mind about the lightness of their punishment.

Tsunade pulled a sake bottle out of her drawer, and went to open it, paused, put it on her desk, eyed it for a moment, and then spun the cap off with one well-aimed kick of her kitten heel.

“Still got it,” she murmured, pleased, and took a swig.

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The Wolf Howls for the Wind: Chapter 1

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23276377/chapters/55742713

The last thing Cloud remembered was walking to his prized motorcycle, Fenrir. He was finally heading home after grudgingly meeting with President Rufus and the Turks in Junon. During that time, Shinra was going through a monster problem in the town, and they needed his swordsmanship to help them. He refused at first, but after seeing Priscilla and the townsfolk who helped him on his first journey, there was no way he could say no. He wasn't going to leave them defenseless against those beasts. He made it clear to Rufus that he only helped on behalf of the townspeople, not for the Shinra Corporation.

The drive home to Edge was going to be a long one, and Cloud would have to pass by Kalm to pick up additional supplies. He was able to stock up his travel bag with canned and non-perishable foods to hold him over until he got home. Just as he reached his bike, a bright, white light engulfed him. He flinched by the sudden brightness, quickly shutting his eyes and shielded them with a gloved hand. Several seconds passed, spots flashing behind his eyelids until the intense light dimmed and eventually dissipated.

Slowly opening his eyes, Cloud found himself in a desert valley, the sights of people, buildings, and his trusted motorcycle disappeared before him. Mako eyes searched the area through blonde bangs for anything that looked remotely familiar. He did find one recognizable place, but it was the last place he expected to see. Was this an illusion? Did his mind play tricks on him?

Behind him stood a tall, slim ivory tower that widened towards the top. Two large mechanical rings surrounded the middle section of the tower in a crisscrossed manner, and specks of light glittered from the top.

"Why am I back here?" Cloud asked aloud to no one in particular, confused. He remembered being summoned to this place a few years back, and a tsunami of memories flooded back to him. He recalled all the battles he had gone through, skirmishes he felt there was no point engaging in. There seemed to be no end in sight until he and his companions were able to break the cycle and returned home.

Cloud wondered if he would reunite with the companions he met during his time here, like the righteous weapons master, or the flirtatious thief with a tail. The sound of footsteps resounded from a distance, gradually growing louder. Turning his attention to the source, he saw a young man and woman walking in his direction.

The athletic man had disheveled blonde hair with spikey layers, wearing an open yellow shirt with a white hood hanging in the back. He wore black pants, his left pant leg shorter than the other, which revealed the tight red shorts beneath. A black overall-type top went over his clothing, secured with a belt in the middle. He had a wide grin as he spoke with his female companion.

The petite woman had her blonde curls in a high ponytail and wore a red floral dress with matching elbow fingerless gloves and red boots. A sash of purple, pink, and white wrapped around her waist, a dagger attached to her right hip, and white-flowered tights covered her legs. Her cape, which matched with her sash, swayed from side to side as she walked next to the young man, laughing at what he mentioned.

The man shifted his attention to Cloud, and his grin grew. "Hey, is that Cloud?" the man questioned excitedly and jogged towards him, the woman following close behind.

Cloud studied the pair after his initial surprise dissolved, the haze that fogged his memories becoming clear. He knitted his eyebrows together in thought as he searched in his mind information about these two individuals. "Tidus…Terra…" Cloud said slowly, their names returning to him.

"It is! Cloud, it is so good to see you!" said Terra with a pleased expression and pressed her hands together in front of her.

Yes, now he remembered them. He fought alongside these two the first time around. At that moment, he recalled all he learned about them. "It's good to see the both of you, too," Cloud replied with a nod. "It's been a long time."

Terra chuckled. "It has been, hasn't it? It looks like you are doing well."

"I know! You look different, and look at all those blades you're sporting there, bud!" said Tidus, excited as he pointed to the different shaped blades sheathed in the harness Cloud wore. His expression was similar to a child receiving a gift or going to an amusement park. "Looks like Firion will have some competition now for the most weapons carried."

Typical Tidus. Even though he just arrived in this world with a foggy memory, Cloud now recalled the different personalities he encountered here. Tidus was one of the warriors with a cheerful and somewhat childish personality. Hence it didn't come as a surprise to him how excited he'd get over little things. "I see you're still the same, Tidus," Cloud said, shaking his head and smirked. He turned his gaze from his companions to the ivory tower that stood before their paths. "So, I take it you're heading there?"

"We sure are. Mind if we tag along?"

Cloud shrugged, "Do I have a choice?"

Tidus laughed and wrapped an arm around Cloud's shoulders, unconsciously causing the swordsman to tense up. The younger man failed to pick up Cloud's unease with physical contact. It was nothing against Tidus, but Cloud wasn't the touchy type and often kept the physical touches to a minimum. "You've changed Cloud, and not just in appearances. You never cease to surprise me." Cloud shrugged Tidus off, feeling anxious from the contact. When it came to something like this, Cloud could probably count on one hand just how many people he was that comfortable with. Good thing the other two didn't seem to notice.

Terra giggled, a hand covering her mouth. "I'm sure we will have plenty of time to catch up. I want to hear what you've both been up to. But first, let's head to the tower and see what's going on." Cloud and Tidus nodded. The three warriors moved forward and made their way to the lone structure ahead.

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Cloud, Tidus, and Terra reached the base of the stairs that led to the meeting room. There were others Cloud recognized from the last time and some who were new. It felt surreal to him, to find himself back here with the warriors he fought alongside with before. Well, most of them anyway. He noticed one person was missing from the original group, a wind warrior who wandered and went wherever the wind took him. Cloud briefly wondered if the other would make an appearance to this meeting.

They all walked up the steps and entered the meeting room, where they were met with a large, spacious blue room. Enormous open windows looked out towards the barren valley and blue skies, and in the center of the room stood a gigantic azure pillar with a rotating crystal and lights swirling within. Two large mechanical rings surrounded the post, and an arch stood below them.

Standing within the arch was a woman, with long blonde hair that gradient into a red color at the ends. She wore a long white cage dress with tints of sky blue and green towards the bottom of her skirt. Attached to the back of her dress were five gold and blue swords that gave the appearance of wings. She carried her staff, the top of it consisting of mechanical rings and a center that spun at the top. The woman's gold eyes observed the room as Cloud and his companions filed in. "Thank you all for coming here; it could not have been easy. I am pleased, however, that you answered my call. I am Materia."

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Once the meeting adjourned, some of the warriors left the tower while some lingered behind to interact. Again, the warriors were all summoned to fight in a war between gods. Cloud didn't like the idea of fighting for the gods, and it seemed like it was the same for his allies. Would he be bound to endless battles, repeatedly fighting for the gods' sakes like last time? The thought of it agitated Cloud, even more so than his meeting with Rufus and the Turks earlier.

"Hey, Cloud." His focus shifted to a shorter male with layered blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, who wore a white sleeveless shirt with a jabot collar and a teal vest. His signature golden tail swayed from side to side as he walked up to him.

"Zidane," he said, turning his full attention to him.

"Heya, I was wondering if you've seen Bartz?"

That's right. Cloud wondered if the other warrior was going to attend the meeting since everyone from before was there, but he wasn't able to spot the familiar wanderer. He wondered if the wind warrior was even summoned by the gods at all. He shook his head. "I haven't seen him. I thought maybe he might've been with you causing trouble."

Zidane rubbed his nose and chuckled. "You make it seem like we're such deviants."

Cloud cocked an eyebrow, giving him a challenging but slightly amused look. "Well, aren't you?"

Zidane placed a hand over his chest, acting as if he was hurt. "Oh, you're too much Cloud. My heart can only take so much."

"Heh. You never change Zidane. Dramatic as always."

The genome laughed. "What can I say? I like to put on a show," he said with a bow and smug expression. Once he calmed down, Zidane's playful expression shifted to a concerned one. "So, about Bartz, do you think he's even here at all? Everyone we know is here, and I see a few new faces too. Maybe he wandered off somewhere?"

"It's hard to say. Maybe we'll run into him soon."

"Probably. I hope Bartz is not getting himself in too much trouble. Anyway, I'll see you around, Cloud! I'm gonna hang out with the ladies," he said with a wink and ran off, catching up with Terra and two other warriors, Squall and Lightning, as they headed towards the exit. Cloud rolled his eyes. Zidane was always a ladies man.

As the other warriors filed out, Cloud also decided to be on his way as well but was stopped when the sound of doors opening reached his ears. The blonde swordsman turned and saw Materia stand at the top of the stairs, her piercing gold eyes cast on him.

"What is it?" Cloud asked, trying not to sound irritated. He was not in the mood to play the gods' game. Cloud wanted to go back to his world, to the friends and family who waited for his return.

"I've been hearing whispers about a warrior who has wandered astray. I can feel his spirit not far from here."

Cloud raised an eyebrow. Could it be someone he knew? Was it Bartz, the warrior he and Zidane were just discussing? Was he okay, did something happen with him? "What do you want me to do?"

"Seek him out, then return with him. While you are on your journey, seek out Spiritus' forces."

The swordsman pondered on Materia's request. The thought of servicing the goddess ground on his nerves. But after what he and the other warriors have gone through, Cloud considered them all his friends even though he may not show it. If he were to be stuck in this realm again, then he'd best do what needed to be done, even if he didn't agree with it. But if this lost warrior was indeed Bartz, then he wanted to make sure he was safe, and the same went with his other comrades. He wasn't going to do it for Materia. With a look of determination, Cloud asked, "Where is he?"

"I can sense his energy past the ruins to the south. The portal nearby will lead you to him."

Without another word, Cloud turned away from the goddess, left the tower, and began his journey.

As he left Materia's domain, Cloud passed by the other warriors from the meeting but didn't stick around long enough to mingle with them. He acknowledged them with a nod and kept walking in the direction Materia guided him to. He approached the ruins, where he saw a few more of his associates. He continued to walk briskly, set on completing his task.

"Oh. Hey, Cloud." He turned to the source of the caller and saw his ally Vaan, a young man with an open crop vest made of metal fastened with a pendant, and a red ribbon sash wrapped around his waist to hold up his dark pants. Vaan stood up from his crouched position on a slab of rock derived from the ruins. "Striking out on your own?"

"It's a one-person job. That's why," Cloud replied, looking away and feeling awkward. He was the type to not engage in idle chatter. Even though they were friends, he was always more inclined to listen and observe rather than lead a conversation. He felt there was not much he could contribute.

"Ah, gotcha. Wouldn't want to hold you up," Vaan said with a wave.

Without another word, Cloud turned and continued to walk in the direction he headed for, leaving Vaan with the Onion Knight Luneth and a newcomer with long ears and tail named Y'shtola.

It didn't take long before Cloud saw a portal emanating white light. The gateway projected an image before him. It was a different realm from the desert valley he was in right now. This world consisted of giant blue crystals, with the starry skies surrounding the area. What a strange world, Cloud thought. He had never seen anything like that before, but that didn't faze him from his objective. Taking in a deep breath, Cloud stepped through the portal, engulfed by the light.

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Cloud stepped out from the gateway and found himself on the other side. He glanced back at the gateway, seeing the barren wasteland he was at moments prior as the portal closed and disappeared behind him. There was no turning back now. He turned his gaze forward and observed his new surroundings for any signs of his ally or anything that would bring him harm. There was ample open space, with multiple floors that appeared to go higher up to a certain point. The stars seemed to travel past him at high speeds, and there was nothing but darkness behind him, giving him a hint that he might be going through space.

Cloud gripped the handle of his sword. He had a feeling there was an evil presence nearby, possibly more. He had to prepare himself. Cloud grabbed the smaller blades in his harness and assembled the parts with the base sword to form one large one. With the pieces assembled, he continued forward towards the top of the area, swinging the sword to have it rest on his shoulders.

He traveled up a few levels up when he heard the sounds of what sounded like a battle unfolding, as the yells and blades clashing reached his ears. Cloud started with a cautious walk, readying himself for a fight. It wasn't until he saw two familiar figures that he began to break out into a run.

One of the fighters was a young man with brunette hair wearing sky blue, adorned with hints of gold and gray. It was Bartz; he had found him, and he was battling against his enemy Exdeath. As he ran, he caught sight of someone standing on one of the large crystals high up and observed the battle. Cloud gritted his teeth at the sight of the familiar silver-haired swordsman who tormented him for years. His enemy levitated in the air, readying his seven-foot Masamune to strike down Cloud's ally.

Just as his arch-nemesis beelined for Bartz with his sword, Cloud launched himself up and blocked the blade. Cloud deflected the first attack, stopping Sephiroth in his tracks, then followed up with two other attacks, pushing the other man away with the last one. As Cloud came back down, he landed on the steps behind Bartz with ease, his back to his comrade. He stood straight, his sword ready in front of him as he faced his enemy.

He heard the familiar voice belonging to the younger warrior behind him, who sounded confused. "Huh? Cloud?"

Sephiroth landed with barely a sound at the base of the steps in front of Cloud. Exdeath teleported in front of Bartz at the top of the stairs. Cloud kept his gaze forward on Sephiroth, who turned around to face him. He had to be prepared for whatever he was going to throw at him. "So, Cloud, we meet again." Sephiroth's smooth voice reached his ears, causing Cloud to grip the handle of his weapon even tighter, but then he heard Bartz's voice.

"Cloud, what the blazes—wait, that is your name, right? Cloud, like puffs in the sky?" Bartz asked, still confused.

Cloud furrowed his eyebrows, trying to focus on their current situation rather than the jab on his name by the wind warrior. Damn it, Bartz. This isn't the time, he thought. Though at the same time, he was glad Bartz remembered him. That meant less explaining he would have to do. He turned his head to his left, catching a small glimpse of his companion behind him while keeping his guard up. "So, you remember me. Then you know what's going on."

Bartz groaned. "We're back here again?"

Their conversation was cut short by the deep and irritated voice of Exdeath. "You… What is the meaning of this?" he demanded to Sephiroth.

"I'm trying something," Sephiroth said as if he was having a casual conversation about the weather.

"What?" Exdeath asked, confused.

Cloud readied himself when Sephiroth walked forward with a smirk and prepared himself to defend. He locked eyes with his adversary, who had that sadistic glint present in his mako green eyes. "Just humor me," Sephiroth said, bringing his Masamune up in front of him in a readying stance.

"Cloud, why are we back here?" asked Bartz, glancing behind him. "I thought it was all over!"

"We can talk about it after. Stay focused, Bartz," Cloud replied cooly.

Sephiroth chuckled, then dashed forward with incredible god-like speed, swinging his sword at Cloud. With quick reflexes, Cloud blocked the oncoming attack. He pushed his enemy away and charged. He briefly noticed Bartz and Exdeath re-engaged in battle in the corner of his eye. Turning his attention back to Sephiroth, Cloud bolted once again at him, skillfully blocking and parrying the onslaught of attacks the other man threw his way, the clashes of their blades ringing in his ears. He evaded Sephiroth's sword that aimed for his head, feeling a light brush of breeze as a result of the swing. Cloud did a backflip, landing with grace. Charging at the other man, Cloud and Sephiroth crossed blades again, both exhibiting their impressive swordsmanship abilities.

With blades crossed, Sephiroth chuckled, his snake-like green eyes boring into Cloud's. "So, once again, you're a puppet of the gods. Is that why they sent you here? You haven't changed, Cloud," Sephiroth mocked, pushing away the blonde man back.

"Shut up!" Cloud yelled, his blood beginning to boil. Sephiroth always had a way to get under his skin. He knew what buttons to press to get him riled up. Cloud swung the fusion sword, the weapon once again clashing with Sephiroth's. "I'm no one's puppet! I came here on my own accord!"

Sephiroth scoffed as if that was the most absurd thing he heard. "We shall see about that. You do not yet know the full extent of what lies within you." With superhuman speed, he attacked Cloud with a combination of swings of the Masamune, giving himself the advantage as the blonde struggled to keep up.

Cloud was unable to dodge or block one of Sephiroth's attacks, as the Masamune pierced through the fabric of his top and grazed his right side. He groaned as pain shot through his torso, where the blade broke through the skin. As he jumped back, the sharp edge created another scratch on his side. With a growl, Cloud used his cross-slash attack, sending Sephiroth back. Just as he was about to charge at the other swordsman, he heard a pained yell coming from Bartz.

Immediately, Cloud shifted his attention to Bartz, pinned to the wall with Exdeath's large hand wrapped around Bartz's throat. The wanderer squirmed, feet dangling three feet from the ground as he clawed at Exdeath to loosen the grip on his neck. With his right hand, Exdeath used his telekinetic abilities to bring his sword up and point it at Bartz, ready to strike.

Cloud had to think of something quick, or his friend would surely perish. There was no time for him to run over and stop Exdeath. Releasing and unfolding one of the smallest side blades from the fusion sword, Cloud hurled it in Exdeath's direction. Just as the evil tree released his blade to impale Bartz, the side blade collided and deflected it away from the wanderer. Cloud took this opportunity to bolt at the armored being, jumped up into the air with his sword above him, and came down with his braver attack. Exdeath teleported away from Cloud's attack, dropping Bartz in the process.

With incredible speed, Cloud grabbed the side blade sticking out from a crystal and continued on the offensive, using both the fusion sword and side blade to attack his opponent. Exdeath swung his left hand forward, sending a wave of light towards Cloud. The swordsman rolled to the side, dodged the attack, and countered with blade beam to propel a projectile of fire from his sword. His opponent teleported away and reappeared behind him as he swung his weapon at Cloud. With the two blades in his hand, Cloud blocked the onslaught of attacks from the tree warlock. While his edges crossed with Exdeath, Sephiroth appeared behind him, ready to strike. As Cloud prepared to block his arch-nemesis as well, Bartz jumped in front of Sephiroth and blocked his attack. The wanderer parried another attack from Sephiroth, pushed him back, and followed up with a black mage spell, shooting a fireball at the silver-haired swordsman. Sephiroth dodged the attack and jumped back to the top of the stairs.

Cloud made brief eye contact with Bartz with a nod of thanks. He refocused on Exdeath and pushed him back with incredible strength. He parried another blow and countered with a climhazzard attack, which slammed the other back into the crystal wall and smashed the blue formation of gems. A cloud of dust emerged from the crash where Exdeath landed. "Whoa, now that's what I call a fight!" Bartz said with excitement, coming to stand next to Cloud after warding off Sephiroth with a big smile on his face.

With a growl, Exdeath stood up from the rubble of broken precious stones and teleported to the top of the stairs next to Sephiroth. The superhuman stood nonchalant as the warlock came up beside him, and exhibited a curious look to the skies. Exdeath noticed this and asked, "What are you scheming, Sephiroth?"

"That's for me to know," the silver-haired man replied calmly, as he raised a hand to the heavens as if reaching for something. A sinister smirk pulled at his lips. "Trust me—you'll like it."

All of a sudden, blocky slits in the sky appeared, spreading quickly in the heavens and revealing a dark realm. Within those large rips were serpent-like creatures that seemed to swim within the world beyond. Cloud watched in confused horror as the slits created several more across the sky and consumed their environment gradually. There was something familiar about these beasts. Cloud shook his head; this was no time to be thinking about it and gripped his sword again. Gritting his teeth, the former soldier launched himself towards Sephiroth, his enemy quickly blocking his attack. With their blades crossed, Cloud glared at his former hero. "What did you do?" Cloud demanded with a glowering look.

"Don't you worry," Sephiroth started with an unblinking expression, unfazed by Cloud's attack on him just now. "Eventually, our goals will align."

Confused for a brief moment, Cloud let his guard drop, and Sephiroth took full advantage of that. He parried Cloud's sword to push him back and throw off his balance. He managed to block the next attack but wasn't able to maintain his stance and was thrown back with the last assault, the force sending him flying down the steps. The next thing he knew, Cloud slammed back into Bartz and sent them sliding on the ground. When they came to a stop, Cloud quickly sat up. He needed answers from Sephiroth.

"And when they do, we shall meet once again," said Sephiroth. With that, he walked into the portal that appeared behind him. Exdeath soon followed after Sephiroth into the gateway, both of them disappearing.

"Get back here!" yelled Bartz before he groaned in frustration, throwing his fist down in anger.

"They'll …align?" Cloud asked, unsure of what Sephiroth had meant before his departure. What was Sephiroth planning? Also, what did he mean earlier, about not knowing the full extent of what lies within him? Perhaps it was his way of playing with his mind again.

As Cloud got back on his feet, Bartz said, "Let's get outta here. This place is gonna crumble."

There was no need to dwell on Sephiroth. He was positive they were going to run into him again. His expression softened as he turned to Bartz, lowering his guard. "Sure. They'll all be glad to—" Cloud was interrupted when a white light appeared beneath their feet. He and Bartz looked down, and he realized it was a glowing portal opening up beneath them. Without having a chance to react, he and Bartz got sucked into the portal, disappearing from the area.

#Cloud Strife #Bartz Klauser #Clartz #Kurabatsu #5/7 #7/5 #Dissidia NT #The Wolf Howls for the Wind #May put previews here but post full chapters on AO3

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