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FIVE! - C.K.

Synopsis. Five hours - it’s all it takes for Choso’s baby fever to take over. After all, you’d look so pretty with his kid - five of them, in fact.

Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader 

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, unprotected, bréeding, Choso with rings + a tongue piercing, creampíe, mentioned kids, cúmplay, he goes feraI, oraI (fem receiving), Itadori family shenanigans (mild spoilers for unc-kuna), overstím, fíngering, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Will I ever write a Choso fic without the Itadori family? No absolutely not.

4:37PM.

“Ooo, Cho can we check that place out?”

And, listen, just because Choso would give you the moon right along with his heart doesn’t exactly mean he’s jumping with joy when he follows your gaze to that gaudy little shop tucked away in a corner of the mall. Flashing a loud, glittering sign reading, “FORTUNES: FIND YOUR FUTURE!”

Traitorous memories flash through his mind with each step you drag him closer. Of all those fortune shops he’d frequented years ago, trying to figure out whether you’d say yes to a date - before even thinking of actually asking you. 

He won’t ask anything, Choso reassures, stepping through the heady, curtained doorway. Probably not anything, he’s musing, pulling out his wallet to pay for your session. Well, maybe some things, he concludes, eyeing the sprightly old woman that takes a seat opposite you two, peering down at her dramatically large glass ball on the table. 

But that doesn’t mean he’ll-

“Babies.”

“Huh?”

“Yes.” the woman gives a solemn nod. “Five of them.”

Both of you let out a squawk of surprise, much to the amusement of the fortune teller. And Choso can feel his palms getting sweaty against your own as he manages to croak out a low, disbelieving, “Five?”

All but toppling out of his seat in suspense as she takes a moment to scrutinize her orb once more. And, surely glass balls can glitch, right? Mix up fortunes or something? Because while he knows you’ll be by his side in this life and every other one after - kids were a whole other responsibility that neither of you had talked about, yet.

At least, that’s what Choso was trying to convince himself right before the woman lets out a thoughtful hum, “Well, you-” pointing a wisened, accusing finger right in his flushed face. “-want more - about eight - but, of course, your future wife says no.” Gesturing to your giggling figure, “Honestly, young man, learn to keep it in your pants, the poor dear!”

Shit, he was going to run away, do something to end up on the national news - and judging by the way you squeeze his hand, you could tell, too. 

Subconsciously, Choso’s eyes scan the wall for any hidden cameras, wondering what type of strange prank this was. It had happened once four years ago - and just-so-happened to be what made him give up and finally ask you out - but, hey, it made for a pretty great first date story, right?

Finding none, he sighs, barely opening his mouth to ask before she plows on, “And of course there’s only so many your uncle can piggyback at once, right? No matter how much that grump says he doesn’t like it.”

Right.

Of course.

Oh god, he thinks he could faint. 

Choso doesn’t dare say anything for the rest of the session, nor does he look directly in your eyes. Save for that one time to admire your delighted laugh when the fortune teller prattles on about how your kids will “fight his needy self for your attention.”

Not until the two of you are stepping back out into the too-bright mall, your fingers intertwined with his, voice sweet in his ear as you continue with your forgotten mission to find the good brownie mix for the family dinner tonight. 

“Eyes like yours and hair like mine.” You sigh, repeating what you’d heard mere minutes ago. Hooking a finger subtly into his belt loop, smirking, “Sooo, five, huh? You’re this worked up over that?”

“N-no.” Choso replies hastily, but the heavy gulp he takes is a dead giveaway he can’t stop thinking about tiny combinations of the two of you running around. Face too-hot, hands jittery, brows furrowed as he decides for the second time in his life that, yeah he’s never stepping foot inside a fortune shop again. 

You notice - of course, you do. 

Especially when he pulls you into the nearest changing stall, knuckle-deep inside your drenched panties, rings cool against your cunt, lips kissing at your throat. Ignoring your teasing complaints about “getting late”, despite how you’re letting him have his way. 

He feels the vibration of your voice under his hot tongue, laughing - even when he gives your pretty clit a little pinch. “Five.”

And through it all, he can’t help but think - hypothetically, of course, that he hopes they all have your laugh.

---

7:16PM.

Honestly, the one thing that made the Itadori residence more of a home to Choso was having you there. Even when you’re standing with him outside the front door, letting out a sigh as you glare at your sad excuse for brownies.

“Ugh, Cho, we totally burnt them.” you grumble up at your boyfriend. “Your dad is gonna hate it and Sukuna’s gonna make fun of me and-”

“Sukuna can try.” Choso hits the doorbell once more, sure that the ruckus inside was too loud to even think over. “And he probably will.” Before turning back to your adorable pout, and ah he can’t stop himself from cupping your face, smoothing over that furrow in your brow. He leans in to give your lips a chaste peck, “But, he’s still gonna steal some. N’ dad’ll love it, and you already know gramps is gonna sneak in some even though his doctor told him not to.” He’s getting out through kisses, pulling your giggling face closer to his. “And we’ll be lucky to get any before Itadori inhales them.”

He ends his little speech with a slow, lingering kiss. Sliding his soft lips across your now much happier ones. Dancing a hand down to pull your hips closer, murmuring throatily, “N’ most of all, I’m gonna love ‘em, baby.”

You gasp at the feeling of his long fingers pressing just at the hem of your panties through your dress, “You’re- you’re too much.” You hiss, but it comes out more breathless than you intended. “But, the brownies really are-”

Slam!

“Yeah yeah, Jin, the brats are finally here, jus’ fucking on the porch!” 

If there’s anything Choso’s learned from all the times you’ve had dinner with his family, it’s that 1. Yes, the brownies - as burnt and questionable as they were - will always turn out to be a hit in the Itadori household. 2. You were really, really too perfect for your own good, even amidst the chaos. 

“Oh no, let me.” you flash Jin a beaming smile, taking over the well cleared-out plates to the kitchen. Only to be followed by an enthusiastic Yuji almost tripping over his own feet to help you out. 

“You got a good one there.” Choso snaps out of his soft stare to whirl around at where his grandpa was seated next to him. He tips his head over to where you were chattering animatedly with the younger boy taking your load of dishes. “Real lovely. Though, the desert I’m assuming you helped out with.”

Jin pipes up, “Bah! I thought that liquorice was great.”

“They were…brownies.” Face burning, he stammers, knowing full well that you were the one that forgot them in the oven. “And uh y-yeah, you got me…”

And, of course, because it’s a family dinner, Sukuna has to lean over to rile him up. Interjecting teasingly, “Then you best wife that cute lil’ thing up before those baking skills of yours make ‘em run off n’ find someone that can bake.” He smirks devilishly, eyes flitting to the view of the kitchen, “And…”

“And?”

“-is fuckin’ great with kids, too.”

Several things happen at once - the words are barely out of Sukuna’s mouth before he’s being swatted over the head. Hard. After all, being the nicer of the two doesn’t make Jin Itadori forget his roots as the older brother.

And Choso’s jaw is dropping into a soft oh! Not at the unusual display of strength, no, instead it was at the heavenly scene before him.

He swears, the lights grow just a bit brighter and the world becomes a little rosier at the sight of you teaching an eager Yuji the correct way to scrub strainers. Gently guiding the boy until that confused furrow between his brow disappears. “Yeah, just a bit more on the side and you’re done!”

He gives you a very soapy high-five, “You’re literally a lifesaver, Kugisaki was just making fun of me for this the other day.” Moving onto the rest of the workload, “‘Can’t do shit’ gonna show her, seriously. Thank you mom- uh-”

Yuji freezes. You freeze. And it seems that everyone in the world might’ve frozen, except for Sukuna who was still rubbing that bump on his head. 

And you, of course, promptly cutting off the flurry of apologies that looked like they were about to burst from Itadori’s lips. Smiling at the flustered boy softly, “Well…good job, Yuji.” you bump his hip. “And now onto the blender.”

“AW, MAN.”

Suddenly, everything was normal again. Except for Choso - definitely not Choso. 

Mom? 

So utterly, completely not Choso when everyone’s still talking downstairs, and he’s not. Making some cheap excuse about a ‘bathroom break’, which really didn’t explain why he covertly drags you behind him by the hand. All but shoving you into his childhood bedroom, shutting the door as quietly as he could without alerting anyone of your tryst. 

“Ch-Cho-” you squeal when he pushes you against the wall, dropping down to his knees with a fervor that makes you wince. But if it hurt, then Choso doesn’t show it - doesn’t show anything but pure need when he bunches your dress up at your waist. Soft tongue darting out to glide along your drenched slit, “What’s gotten- hngh- into you?”

The only response you get is a murmured growl of something you can’t bother deciphering. And he doesn’t give you any other, either - sluggishly nudging away your panties to admire your glistening cunt. 

So close. Just hovering over your puffy folds, smiling at the way they only get wetter at his hot breath, “Five.”

Too close. Glossy pink lips falling slack to wrap around your clit and-

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Though, it was more of a bang. And an even louder voice from outside, “OI, you brats better be decent, gramps found some dusty old albums n’ wants you two down.”

---

9:02PM.

“Awww, this is from his first fight with Yuji- yes, Choso so what if I took a picture?” Jin excitedly points to a photo on the page, “Yuji was the one with a bruise, but Choso was the one bawling.”

You titter at the glossy picture, a confused-looking Yuji as a toddler, being smothered by his older brother in a hug - big, fat tears running down his pouty cheeks. Adorable. And somehow that encounter with the fortune teller today rings in your mind - wonder if your kids would have those same eyes?

“As cute as ever, huh?” your gaze dances across all the gems of childhood on the page. 

“Disagreed.” Sukuna leans over, no matter how much he’d like to pretend he wasn’t interested in these albums. “Look how attached the lil’ anklebiter used to be.” A painted nail pokes at one of Choso on his uncle’s shoulders, tiny fists happily gripping onto pink hair - much to his disgruntlement. “And then I look over at him now and-” He glances over at the man in question, very much unamused. “Well. That’s disappointing.”

Choso rolls his eyes, “What’s disappointing is how you’re this old but still can’t find a-” 

“Ooo look this is from when he’d run away during bath time!”

That album is snatched so fast out of Jin’s hands that you wonder whether it might just be your imagination. But you look over at a red-faced Choso, seeing him hold it way above your heads. Muttering out a hasty, “I think that’s enough photo time.”

Amidst the collective groans of disappointment - even Sukuna lets out a low huff, you hadn’t gotten to those ugly matching Halloween costume pictures yet - only Yuji speaks up, “Do you think I’d be like that, too?”

Sukuna scoffs, “What? An emo bastard? Might just work out for ya, kid, the dumbass look isn’t doing you any favors.”

Yuji juts his chin in indignance, “No- we already have Fushiguro for that.” Tilting his head over to the album still tight in Choso’s clutches. “Do you think your kids would like me? Would I be that cool favorite family member?”

“No way, brat. It’ll be me.”

Choso’s grandpa also chimes in as well, “Huh? No, I’d be the favorite.”

“Gramps-”

“Says who?”

“DISRESPECT TO YOUR ELDERS!”

“Hey!” Everything turns to Choso, startled at his sudden outburst. Tension crackling as he pokes a thumb at his chest, “I’d be their favorite. For all five of them.”

And you knew a fist or two to be thrown, hell, you half-expected the album to be used as some type of weapon. Because before you knew it, Sukuna was on Yuji, and both Yuji and Choso were on Sukuna. Falling to the floor in a tangled pile while his grandpa sat on the sidelines, chanting an elated, “Fight! Fight! Fight!”

Ah, it’s times like this that you wonder how Jin Itadori really had the patience. Because with all the grace that was lacking in the current scuffle on the living room floor, he claps his hands loudly. “Alright. Perhaps Choso’s right, that’s enough photo time for tonight.” He plucks the album out of a dazed Choso still gripping onto it, before moving to walk out. “And for the record-” Flashing you all a devious smile which suddenly had you remember that shit, him and Sukuna were twins, after all. “-I’d be the favorite.”

The arguments that followed were ones you had to record on your phone to giggle at later. And, yet, through it all, the only thing you could truly focus on were Choso’s words - all five of them.

Fuck. You were truly, irrevocably so fucked, and one sideglance at the pretty pink blush burning at the tips of Choso’s ears told you he wasn’t faring any better. 

You jolt when his hand wraps around your waist - nothing out of the ordinary - but what was was the way he strayed past their usual perch at your hip, trailing slightly above to just caress your stomach. Something so electric in those eyes when they catch yours briefly. 

All five of them, huh?

---

9:37PM. 

SLAM!

“Cho, why’d you-”

“Shut up.”

You don’t know what’s hitting you first - his lips crashing against yours, or the realization that this was Choso. Dark eyes half-lidded, skin burning, breaths heaving with the fervor he was drinking you in with. 

“What-” you yelp when he pulls away lazily to suck on your lower lip. “What got-” Only to come clashing back down again, drawing out all the air in your lungs as he blindly shoves the two of you against the nearest wall. “What got into you this- mmpf-” And again it’s like Choso didn’t want you to talk - could bare another word in your sweet voice for fear of poking some deep, visceral part of himself awake. 

This time, not even daring to break the kiss, he pants into your open mouth, “Shut up.” So bruisingly sloppy, “Please.”

And oh he was so very determined to have it that way, because all you can do is let out breathless gasps when his hands dance down your body. Handling you so rough with the way he snaps the neckline of your cute lil’ dress, kneading your breasts, your hips. Everywhere and anywhere he could reach until he makes his way down to cup your already-damp cunt through your panties. “-because tonight m’gonna have her talking.”

Choso pushes his hips against yours with a strained grunt. Lips curling into a sinful leer when all you can do is gasp at the outline of his thick erection through his pants. Grinding down onto his palm subconsciously, dragging your sloppy pussy. 

“Shit.” Choso immediately brings his hand up to admire - now all glistening with a sheen of your syrupy slick. Looking you right in your glassy eyes as he pops a wet finger into his mouth. His own rolling to the back of his head, “Oh shit.”

Oh, he was going to enjoy this. So very, very much.

“Turns out…” he trails off, cutting himself off by dropping to his knees. Hard. Large hands groping your ass closer to his greedy mouth, “-she says we got some unfinished business.”

You whine when Choso hooks an index underneath the mound of your drenched panties sliding it along your puffy folds. All the way up until he was nudging at your pretty clit, then down, down, down until you were just coating his fingers. 

“Ngh- Cho-” your knees weaken, when his hot breath hits your pussy. And he notices - of course he does. Circling his muscled arms around your legs to hold you up, “Oh my god s’too much.”

Too much? He’s barely even getting started. And he tells you that - slurs it between his sharp canines biting down on the thin fabric of your panties. He tugs with his teeth, “M’gonna- fuck you smell so heavenly- m’gonna ruin you.” 

You whimper in disbelief. Knowing he was too entranced with your cunt to tease you again, you mewl, “Wh-what’s got you this- fuck- worked up, Cho?”

The only response you get is a throaty growl - like the mere idea of the answer to that has Choso losing his sanity. 

And, honestly he feels like he’s lost it already. Instead, taking his time to watch the way your slick beads through the see-through fabric with each passing second. Breaths coming out in little puffs as he pulls your panties back every-so-slightly and-

“Fuck!”

And then he’s pulling - ripping your poor panties to shreds. Cock twitching wildly at the strings of slick connecting your pussy to the fabric. Mouthwatering. 

Your panties lay in tatters on the floor. The cold air hitting you right along with his steady stream of saliva. Once. Twice. Smearing it across your folds with his thumbs as Choso repeats a single, jagged whisper, “Five.”

But you barely even have the time to register his response before he’s diving nose-deep into your dripping cunt. You don’t even know if he took the time to breathe - hell, he was kissing your puffy folds like he didn’t need to breathe. 

“Shouldn’t have taken me to ngh- that fortune shop.” his lips mesh sloppily with yours. “Shouldn’t have gone to dinner, too.” Licking down your folds, the cold metal of his piercing making your head spin. “Fuckkk we shouldn’t have. Ohhh we shouldn’t have- ”

He can’t help but let out a guttural, fucked-out little grunt at the sight. Looking right up into your glassy eyes as the tip of his nose bumps against your throbbing clit. On purpose. 

You buck your hips deeper into his pretty face, mewling. “O-oh. Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-” Letting him lick so filthily all over your clit - your folds - just barely dipping into your hole like he couldn’t decide. And it finally sets in that just maybe you weren’t getting off easy this time. “Five?”

And fuck you can feel the way Choso grins against your pussy, wrapping his now-glossy lips around your clit to suck so harshly.

“Mhmmm.” he moans, cheeks hollowing as he tugs on your poor, ravaged clit. Rolling his tongue - the ball of his piercing - right across the sensitive bud in just the way he knew you liked. “Shouldn’t have put those thoughts in my head, baby.”

Oh.

Oh, shit. Five. 

You definitely weren’t making it out alive today.

The same sentiment seems to ring in Choso’s pussydrunk head as he pulls away with a lewd squelch to grin up at you. So fucking pretty with his eyes miles away, hair messily framing his smudged eyeliner. Lips all puffy and glistening, your slick covering the lower half of his face, his chin - some even on his jaw like Choso was trying to get messy on purpose. “Ya finally got it, baby? I could feel her gettin’ wetter.”

You did. How could you not?

You jump when Choso reattaches his lips, this time bullying his tongue past your folds, into that first, feeble ring of resistance. Stretching out your sopping entrance on his tongue in persistent, rough pushes. “Seems she hngh- really likes the idea, hm? Of me breeding this lil’ cunt?” he moans, muffled with the way he was thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper with each second. Roaming for those cute sensitive spots he knew so well, “N’ who am I to say no to the fuck- mother of my kids?”

“There! Oh my god there-” you cry when his piercing just hits at your g-spot. “I-I thought you ngh- didn’t want kids, Cho–”

As if to prove you wrong, Choso’s only curling his tongue deeper into your walls. Squeezing past your walls to fuck you exactly the way he wanted to with his aching cock right now. Hitting that magic spot again and again and-

“Oh yeah? Seems-” Like he was fucking addicted, Choso surges forward again. And again. And again and again so deep that you could feel the curve of his chin, each and every movement of his jaw. “Seems the last five hours were a bit- eye-opening. Fuck- you’re squeezin’ me s’fucking- mmf- tight”

And it was true - your walls were milking Choso’s tongue so hard you half-lucidly wondered whether it didn’t hurt. Whether his tongue wasn’t cramping up at this point, lips aching. 

But if they did, then Choso acted the exact opposite. Nails leaving neat little patterns on the plush of your hips as he makes you ride his face harder. 

“Cho!” you buck your hips wildly when that wasn’t enough for your needy boyfriend either. Big, fat tears of overstimulation rising up to your eyes when he swipes his thumb across your pulsing clit. Rings cold against your cunt when he starts to draw urgent, messy little circles in time with his tongue.“Oh fuck-” 

“Five.” he’s spitting into your cunt when your thighs start trembling beside his head. Jaw sagging open so lewdly as he gets faster - sloppier. Fuck any rhythm or reason. “Five.” he moans, sounding as strained as you felt - as taut as a tightrope right now with each drag of your sloppy cunt over Choso’s ravenous mouth. Greedier - letting your slick run all the way down his wrist now with how messy he was getting. “Five.” he whispers, when you finally cum. 

And shit, you’re such a vision when you do. Tears springing to your eyes, fingers tightening on Choso’s hair. Letting out such cute sobs of his name, hips moving out of control all over his mouth while he still pulls and pushes his tongue into your gummy walls. Fucking you so obscenely through your high. 

“Yeah? You all done with the first one, baby?” he rasps, giving your sensitive cunt one, last peck at your delirious nod - and another extra, just to watch you squirm. “Then-” Choso does the same up your body, pressing his lips to your stomach, “-you can-” the valley of your breasts. “-take responsibility.”

That’s all it takes for Choso to easily throw you onto his sculpted shoulders like some ragdoll. Taking long, urgent steps towards the nearest flat surface - that just so happened to be your couch. 

“Cho- slow-” you squeal when he throws you onto the cushions. “-down.”

And he does anything but. Barely paying attention to your zipper when he pulls off whatever’s left of your dress, throwing it god-knows-where behind him. “I’ll buy you a new one when we go pregnancy shopping.”

Choso lets out a long, strained groan when he unbuckles your bra. “Gonna be so pretty as a mama.” Large, soft hands coming to knead and guide your pretty nipples into his mouth, “Gonna be- fuck- so pretty with these all full.” 

And you can only watch, jaw-dropped, as Choso sucks on your tits. Eyes rolling to the back of his head with how harsh he was - as if he was trying to get out milk. Needing to feel it - to taste it on his tongue. 

“And this- oh this-” A hand sneaks its way down to splay out over your stomach. Pressing down, hard. “So round and full with my kid.” He manages to grit out over the metal clinking of his belt, “They’ll look at you and all they’ll see is me.” He pauses, feeling something crinkle in his pocket - a shiny condom. One that Choso chucks along with your dress, “Fuck, they’ll see me. Know how I ruined you. Me me me me-”

Fuck- 

You’re so caught up in Choso’s sinful little mutters that you barely even noticed he’d pull down his pants - just enough for his rock-hard erection to spring free. And he looked so painfully hard, such an angry red at his weeping tip, leaking all the way down, down, down those prominent veins. 

Twitching upwards at the mere sound of your voice, “Why don’t you p-prove it then, Cho?”

You broke him. You were sure you broke him. 

The words have barely left your lips before Choso’s fist is squeezing at the drenched base of his cock. Angry. Desperate. 

All but cumming on the spot when he glides his fat head along your slit - letting your cunt drool all over him before-

“F-fuck-”

“Shhh baby, I know I know.” his mouth crashes against yours in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Sucking on your tongue while he bullies his massive cock into your snug cunt. Inch by fucking inch. And whatever’s remaining of Choso’s sanity knows he should slow down, let you breathe, maybe stretch you out more - but how could he when he physically can’t. “Fuck- too- too good. God, I have t-to do this more often.”

Your raw cunt too heavenly that he genuinely can’t stop his hips from splitting you apart deeper, from spreading your thrashing legs so far apart it burned.

From feeling the way you’re torn between taking more and flattening your feet to push away- Letting out a strangled groan, “No no no no no- don’t you take this pussy away. How else will I breed her?” He runs his delirious mouth, strong arms just dragging you across the couch back onto his mean cock. “Need this- need this so bad. Fuck-” Choso throws his head back as your cunt sucks up his leaky tip. “-oh god think m’gonna die if I don’t get to breed this pretty pussy. To give her my kid.”

Pushing in small, sharp jabs to bully himself inside, having your puffy folds bulge so obscenely around his cock. Quivering and struggling to take him all. Not even a quarter of the way in yet he was pushing in and out in and out in and-

“Oh- please-” you claw down his toned back, his waist, onto the biceps that were pushing your knees up for easier access, all the way until they were at your tits. Folding you into a tight mating press, “Cho–”

Ah, that little nickname always did things to him. And Choso nuzzles the crook of your neck gently - the exact opposite of his hips, leaving faint, dark streaks of eyeliner on your skin. “What is it? What do you hngh- want, baby? I’ll give ya anything.”

And maybe you were a mastermind. Maybe you were an idiot. Because you hum into his ear, sending goosebumps rising down your boyfriend’s spine, “Wan’ five of them.”

If you thought you broke him before then you fucking ruined him now.

Because in one, harsh thrust he’s bottoming out - feeling like he was pushing all the way into your lungs, your hazy brain. And the stretch - fuck. You could feel each and every dip and curve of Choso’s girth, thrumming against your plushy walls. Still pushing inside you despite bottoming out, stretching you out like such a slut. 

It was all Choso could do to echo, over and over like some type of mantra. “Finally- Five, huh? Five- Fuck!” Leaving little bruises on your thighs from spreading them apart so hard. “Gonna give you five- fuck- five.”

Each word was punctuated by a long, mean thrust, not daring to reel back until Choso could feel his fat head kiss your poor cervix, and his heavy balls smack against your ass. 

It was starting to take a toll on your ability to speak in coherent sentences - as expected, of course. 

“Oh- ngh- Cho, s’too deep. Too- ah-” you blubber tearily, heels digging into his shoulders. And he only fucks you harder into the couch. Bouncing you so rough on his swollen cock. 

“Too deep?” Choso mutters, sounding genuinely surprised. As if to confirm for himself, he trails up a hand to feel for where he knew he was leaving loving little marks on your cervix. Pressing down. “How are ya- hah- how are ya gonna let me breed this cute cunt if even this is too deep, huh?”

You don’t have the ability to answer even if you wanted to - because Choso starts to toy with your still-sensitive clit. Sending flashes of white-hot pleasure with each roll of his ringed thumb over it. Tiny, incessant circles.

He coos over your lewd ah! ah! ah! “Awww. My baby can’t s-speak anymore?”. The curve of his dick fucking you so dumb, massaging your tight walls, hitting sweet spots you didn’t even know you had. “S’alright, jus’ let me hah- take care of it, okay? Jus’ let me paint this oh- heavenly pussy white.” Choso’s knees dig into the cushion as he angles his hips ever-so-slightly to hit that one-

“Fuck! Oh fuck- Cho–”

Found it.

“C’mon, baby.” Choso moans into the valley of your breasts, hips out of control now. Free hand coming up to squish your cheeks together, forcing you to peer into his dark gaze. “L-look at me. Fuck- look at the future father to your kids.”

All while his thick tip hit your g-spot over and over and- 

And oh how he loved how fucked-out you looked already. Capable of only giving him bleary, cockdrunk heart-eyes as he milks himself on your sloppy cunt. He couldn’t think straight - doesn’t think he’s been able to since five hours ago. 

Since he’s been wrecked with thoughts of how he’d do their hair and you’d pick them up from school. And how Yuji would be the best uncle and- Fuck, how he wanted those five kids with you - maybe even more- 

“More?” you gasp. And Choso lets out a guttural groan when you clench so sinfully around him in surprise. Fucking you so filthy, “M-more kids?”

Choso only drawls out a low, “Mhmmmm.” Pinching your clit faster between two fingers to shut up those cute whines because shit- he could cum from just how tight you were squeezing him. But refuses to before the mother of his kids. “Ya don’ ngh- wan’ me to? Don’ want me to fuck a baby into you?” 

You’re crying out harder when he speeds up. Rocking your sloppy cunt so harshly, making sure your poor pussy will remember him for a long, long time. Just trying - needing - to make himself cum. To fill you up with his seed till you can’t take it anymore. “I- ngh- do!”

And it takes everything in Choso to pull away from your ravaged tits, connecting his sweaty forehead with yours. Whispering, “How many?”

“As- fuck-”

“Mhm?”

“As many as you want- hngh-”

That’s all it takes for Choso’s body to bow, teeth digging in right above that rapid pulse on your neck so hard you wondered whether it drew blood. Hips stuttering, giving your sensitive spot one last, harsh kiss.

This time, when you cum you see white flashes behind your eyes - or maybe that was just Choso. Because the sight of you falling apart on his dick was all it takes for him to as well. Hard. Almost painfully so. 

Eyeliner running down his cheeks now with each thick, hot rope of seed he was filling your snug cunt up with. Those cushions below the two of you the last thing on his mind right now as he holds your trembling hips still, fucking his cum deeper and deeper.

The hand on your stomach pushes down, watching awe-struck at how your bloated cunt just coats him in cum. Dribbling down the side of your puffy folds, forming a creamy ring at his base.

“Oh!“ your jaw falls slack at how animalistic it felt. At how slutty your overfilled pussy felt, drooling all down your legs - and his. Onto Choso’s painfully squeezing balls as he fucks you like an animal. Again. And again and-

Again. He was speeding his hips up again. 

Then it’s like something snaps - Choso’s restraint, your sanity, and the couch. Fuck, his hips were so harsh that the couch was sagging entirely too much on your end.

This time, wrangling your legs around Choso’s waist, lifting your limp body up into Choso’s arms before you can react - squirming at the way he still doesn’t bother to pull out. Letting your cum gush all the way down his still-hard dick. 

Hands spreading your puffy folds apart, making such a mess of cum down below as he drags himself across your walls. Like he was marking you from the inside out - and he was.

“Didn’t think we were ngh- done, did you?” Choso’s lips graze your swollen ones. “After all, I did promise five.” Softly pooling a stray tear onto his tongue, piercing burning into your heated skin. “N’ we gotta practice for that, too, right?”

---

“The photo albums, really? Honestly, dad, you might as well have just gone and just outright told them.”

The older man only waves a hand dismissively, turning back to his favorite late-night show, “I’m not getting any younger here. N’ I’d like to see some grandkids before I see the pearly gates.”

Jin only sighs, but doesn’t disagree - after all, he couldn’t deny his father what he himself has been dreaming about ever since Choso finally plucked up the courage to actually ask you out. Yet he persists, “But honestly, Sukuna - you were teasing him a bit too much.”

Sukuna grunts, “Teasing? What teasing?” Crossing two big arms across his chest, “From the way they ran outta here, I suspect he should be thanking me.”

“Well, the true MVP - as the kids say - is this one-” Grandpa Itadori points at a rather oblivious Yuji. ‘Real nice improv to the plan, kid.“

Who only shakes his head before looking around the room for any answers, “Huh, wait. What plan? Did I miss some plan?”

“Ahem- no. Nothing.” Jin coughs, swiftly moving along the conversation above Yuji’s confused protests about what secret plan there was and why. “But, really, it should be that fortune teller you hired, Sukuna. Bit over-the-top honestly, but Choso was telling me all about her and you must’ve gotten a real convincing actress.”

Rolling his eyes, “Huh, I didn’t hire her, I thought that was the ol’ man’s work?”

“Now why would I go looking for actresses, my wife would just haunt me from the grave.”

The silence that follows is a heavy one as it slowly dawns upon everyone in the room - except for a still-floundering Yuji - that this was in no way a creative improvisation to the aforementioned plan. Not at all, really.

Oh. 

Wow. Five…really?!

“GUYS WHAT WAS THE PLAN?”

A/N. This got wayyyyyy longer than I expected lmao.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[ryukatters]

swipe right — k. bakugo x fem! reader

✮ a/n: i remember seeing a post on here a long time ago about a character making a fake tinder profile for their gf and realizing how many people want her. (if someone knows the OG post please lmk so i can link it!) so now i present to you: bakugo falling to his knees in the middle of your apartment bedroom for the exact same reason.

✮ content/warnings: dubcon, quirkless/college! au, jealousy, possessiveness, breeding, creampie, unprotected sex, cum eating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, praise, biting, bkg gets a little rough with you, and bkg's also a fucking simp but when do I ever write him as being otherwise??

✮ summary: your boyfriend decides to make a fake tinder profile for you just to see how many matches you get. he comes to a realization just how many other people want what’s already his.

✮ word count: 4.2k (i'm so sick)

Bakugo can remember how this all started. In very vivid detail, actually. He remembers because Kaminari had pissed him off so much to the extent that it took him a very substantial amount of effort to refrain from bashing his friend’s face in.

It all started during the last monthly hangout amongst Bakugo and his friends— one day out of the month designated to make sure that they all had time to catch up with one another despite their busy schedules.

Everything was normal, with all of them getting more than enough of their fill of food and alcohol while idly playing video games and talking about random topics to fill in the silence in Kaminari’s living room. 

Perfectly normal, until Denki decided to open his stupid mouth, at least. 

He goes off on a tangent about a trend he saw on social media where someone makes a fake Tinder profile for their partner to see how many matches they’d get. He proceeds to tell Bakugo that he should try doing it, for “funsies,”— to which Bakugo scoffs at. 

“Aren’t you curious, Kacchan?” Kaminari smiles cheekily, wrapping an arm around his blond friend’s shoulders, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Bakugo’s becoming visibly more upset with every passing moment. 

“Your girlfriend is really pretty,” Mina chimes in, sticking her tongue out when Katsuki whips his head to glare at her. “I’m still surprised she’s with a grump like you.” 

Kaminari butts in, “I bet there’s a whole line of guys around the block just waiting for a chance to get with her. I mean, just look at her! Hell, I’d even let her peg m—”

For a moment, Bakugo swears he wants to bash Kaminari’s face into his flatscreen. And for a moment, he lets that impulsive thought win— getting up and grabbing two fistfuls of Denki’s shirt before promptly getting cut off by Kirishima.

“Alright alright,” Kirishima forcibly pries Bakugo off of the other blond, pushing him off to the side. “That’s enough, you two. Kaminari was just messing around. I’ll admit, it wasn’t a good joke, but no need to hurt the guy, okay Bakugo?” 

Kirishima knows that Kaminari wasn’t being that serious, but Kirishima can also admit that what he had to say held some ounce of truth. And Kirishima knows Bakugo well enough to see how your boyfriend tends to be rather skittish and protective with matters concerning you— which is exactly why Eijiro had to stop him before it was too late. He really didn’t feel like preparing for Denki’s funeral or helping hide Katsuki escape from a homicide charge.

And that was that…up until a few minutes ago.

Katsuki’s tried to forget that conversation. But try as he might, his mind betrays him and can’t help but wander back to what Denki said that night.

He trusts you of course, and has complete faith in your relationship. However, he’s curious to a fault, just about perhaps too curious for his own good. 

How badly could this end?

As it turns out, this whole scheme seems to be playing out very poorly. 

Dozens of photos of you— screenshotted from your social media accounts— fill Katsuki’s screen. He had to choose photos you uploaded yourself, because most of his photos of you were either too…suggestive or too domestic (and he wants to be the only one to see you in those moments).

He swipes through “your” profile one last time before clicking “done” to officially put you on the market. And just like that, Bakugo’s met with the faces of men who are nowhere near your level. He goes through the batch of profiles, scrutinizing each one he comes across. He’s (un)surprisingly selective with the ones he chooses to swipe right on— making sure that they’re at least somewhat conventionally attractive. To his surprise (or dread, rather), his phone pings right away with a notification from someone who swiped back. Another ping. A message. 

You free tonight? 

Bakugo scoffs. He looks through the guy’s profile— a picture of him at a party with his arms around some girls, another with him doing a victory pose presumably after hiking, and one with him holding a fish. He feels his mouth curl in disgust, about to give into the urge to reply and give this guy a piece of his mind, before he realizes he’s pretending to be you. He takes a deep breath, closes out of the app, and puts down his phone. 

He’s starting to regret this.

Bakugo’s phone has gone off 15 times in the last hour. Bakugo has also felt the need to strangle some stranger through the phone 15 times in the last hour. Your (read: his) profile has existed for less than 60 minutes, and you already have a whole address book of nobodies trying to link with you and get a quick fuck. 

He feels the familiar beginnings of a headache creeping up the back of his skull. He thinks he might need a drink. Why did he decide to do this again?

In hindsight, he probably should have known this is exactly how it was going to go down. 

What was that saying? Curiosity killed the cat?

Yeah.

He was never great at self-preservation in the first place. So this, the feeling of overwhelming jealousy, frustration, possessiveness brewing up a storm threatening to pour out of every single fiber of Bakugo’s being— was no surprise.

He watches as the numbers at the bottom of his screen increase steadily, before tapping on the star icon. 

‘99+ likes!’ it reads. Over 99 people who saw your profile and thought you were beautiful. Bakugo pales, and he can feel the cold sweat building on the nape of his neck. He grips his phone, knuckles turning white. Is he shaking from anger or nervousness?

Anger because all these guys think they even have the slightest chance with someone as amazing as you. Nervousness because what if you decide that they do? You wouldn’t actually leave him for one of these guys, right? Right?

None of these men would walk through hell and back for you. They don’t know how you like your coffee, the details of your skin care routine, how you like to binge watch shows and talk Katsuki’s ear off about them (not that he ever minded, of course). They don’t know you, not like he does. Katsuki looks at you like you hung the moon. In fact, he’s pretty convinced that you did. Everything good in his life— the warmth, the color, the joy,— is encompassed by you. He’d be damned if he lets some greasy little nobody take that from him. Because the moment Bakugo fell in love with you, you became a part of him— inextricably and indefinitely. Loving you has become so intrinsic to him, that even the mere thought of another person loving you or looking at you the same way he does has him going insane. Not that anyone could love you like he did, though. That thought brings him some comfort, but not for long. 

One last notification he sees sends him spiraling. Bakugo swears that he can see red. That’s when he deletes the app, and throws his poor phone in some random corner of the living room, which is markedly one of the smarter choices he’s made as of late. He marches to your bedroom with a fire burning in his chest. 

He stops short of the door and finds you sitting at the edge of your shared bed, fresh out of the shower. You’re applying lotion, and he watches the cream absorb into your skin wordlessly, in awe at how overwhelmingly beautiful you manage to look in the most prosaic of tasks. For a second, he almost forgets the reason he was upset in the first place.  

Your hair is still damp, water droplets accumulating at the tips, and Katsuki feels his mouth run dry the minute he watches a stray bead fall and make its way down your neck and stop perfectly in the dip of your collarbone. Your very existence is forever etched into his heart, every inch of you carved into his memory, but even still he can never get tired of looking at you. At every angle, in every lighting, he needs to see you in it. You could call him obsessed, but he’d simply laugh and agree, because what’s so wrong with that? Especially if it’s you. 

You’re one to be studied— to be adored, Katsuki thinks, to the greatest capacity. It’s what you deserve. And what better person for that task to fall upon than him?

He finds himself naturally gravitating towards you, his finger tracing the same exact path the water had carved just moments before, wordlessly. You try to pay no mind, but it’s difficult as you realize just how close Bakugo was and how your towel barely manages to cover up your most intimate parts. One wrong move and you’d be exposed. With how things were playing out, and the predatory glint in the blond’s eyes, you don’t think your boyfriend would be too perturbed with your current predicament. 

Katsuki presses a delicate kiss to your forehead before he crouches down. Suddenly, you’re at eye level with one another, his hot breath tickling your lips. You think for a moment he’s going to kiss you so you lean forward, lips waiting. But he merely grazes them before he sucks a deep bruise into the juncture of your neck, biting slightly. 

You’re barely given any time to react before he’s grabbing the hand that’s securing your towel and ripping it away, the offending garment falling off your body. Your flesh prickles with goosebumps as its exposed to the sudden chill.  It’s quickly replaced by the heat of Bakugo’s body as he pushes you lightly, your back hitting the mattress. He crawls on top of you, muscular thighs on either side of your hips, your head placed conveniently between his forearms. He’s trapped you, a nonverbal challenge for you to try and escape. 

You’re a work of art, he thinks, but much more valuable than any pièce de résistance framed in any museum. 

Beautiful, yes, but far too blank for his liking. He wants to ruin you, make you his own personal magnum opus. And so he does. 

He presses a clothed knee against your bare cunt, pressing firmly. His lips continue their assault on your neck, leaving angry purpling bruises in their wake. Rough hands find your breast, and you moan in surprise when he gives both of them a harsh squeeze as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. Katsuki kisses you like a man dying of thirst, hungry for everything you can offer him and more. It’s all too much already, the way he’s kissing you has your mind reeling, and you have to turn your head away for a moment to catch your breath. Katsuki thinks it’s a moment too long without you, so he coaxes you into locking lips with him once more. A wave of mischievousness washes over you, prompting you to take your boyfriend’s lower lip in between your teeth, biting down lightly. 

You feel his breath hitch, before he lets out a low groan as he grinds his clothed dick against your bare wetness. He returns the favor, sucking on your bottom lip before letting it go with a wet pop. He pulls back with a lazy smirk, his lips pursing together to scatter messy kisses down the base of your throat and down your chest, alternating between sucking and biting at the flesh. 

He gives you a good once-over, scanning every surface, committing them to memory. You feel the need to curl into yourself with how intensely those vermillion eyes are piercing into you, memorizing every single curve, scar, freckle like he’s done time and time again. 

He drops down to his knees, broad shoulders bullying their way in between your legs, forcibly prying them open. He grips your hips, fingertips digging into the soft flesh, and drags you down the mattress until your legs are dangling off the bed.

“Jesus, Kats, be more gentle.”

“Shhh. I know you like it when I’m not gentle,” he chuckles. As if to prove a point, he pulls you down even further, giving a harsh bite to your inner thigh. He smiles deviously when you yelp. You try to pull at his hair but his reflexes are too quick, pinning both of your wrists down on either side of you easily. “Besides, this is the perfect height for me to eat you out, dontcha think baby?” 

You want to chastise him for being so crass, so Katsuki, but the words die on the tip of your tongue the minute he gives a sweet, loving kiss to your clit, sucking lightly. 

“You’re mine. I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this except for me.” 

You’re not entirely sure what brought this on, but you find it hard to complain when Bakugo drags his tongue from your throbbing clit to inside your pussy, drinking everything you have to offer. 

Your hands automatically try to find purchase in his blond locks, struggling against the vice grip Katsuki has on your wrists. He decides to take pity on you, loosening his hold so you can slip your hands into his hair, moaning appreciatively when he feels you tug. He rewards you by flicking his tongue on your clit over and over again, just the way you like it. He does it until your moans begin to pitch higher and higher, the same way that they do when you’re close. He doesn’t stop his ministrations even after you cum, riding out your orgasm until your thighs are shaking from overstimulation. He pulls away from you with a loud pop, taking in the sight before him. 

He runs a hand up and down your thigh soothingly. “So fucked out already and we’re barely getting started, baby.”

Your mind is barely processing his words before you feel Katsuki’s erection brush against your stomach, his clothing haphazardly discarded on the floor. He taps the head of his dick against your clit to tease you, a feeling of satisfaction swelling when you cry out from under him.  

He watches in fascination as strings of your arousal cling to him. He positions his length at your entrance, locking eyes with you as you hold your breath in anticipation. Katsuki likes you like this. Needy for him. 

 “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that?” He slips into you with a stuttered groan. 

Katsuki’s always been big. You never get used to the initial stretch, no matter how many times you two fuck. Still, that doesn’t stop him from sliding in with ease from the slick of your last orgasm. It easily coats his cock as he gives a few experimental thrusts. He groans in rapture. How do you manage to feel so good every time? It’s enough to drive him insane. Perhaps he already is. 

“So fucking perfect, no wonder why all those losers want you.” He mutters out the last part, and you’re not sure if you caught that right. 

“What?” He chooses not to respond, and you aren’t given the opportunity to think any further before your legs are thrown over his shoulders, Katsuki’s weight effectively pinning you in place. The stretch knocks all the wind out of your lungs, and all you can do is cling to Katsuki, nails leaving red, angry lines on his well-defined back.

He wastes no time before he starts drilling into you, hips slotting in between your legs perfectly. The position has him pressed against your clit, and your entire body feels like it’s been set ablaze, with Katsuki holding both the power to have it burn even brighter and the ability to extinguish it. And you’re almost there, you can feel your soul slowly ascending, your room filled with hymns of pleasure, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter, threatening to unravel along with your sanity. Katsuki can feel it too— the way you’re squeezing him tighter, how your gasps and moans have climbed just a note higher, how absolutely ruined you look, how he’s responsible for your current state. Which is exactly why he wants to push it even further, he wants to see how much you’ll break for him— and only him. 

Katsuki cuts you off right before you can reach your peak, pulling out but making sure just his tip is inserted. You come to and take a look at your lover and marvel at the sight. He has a crazed look in his eyes. The way he smirks is absolutely wicked. 

You feel distraught— having been so close but having it ripped away from you. You give your boyfriend a petulant pout.

“Katsuki,” you whine, slapping a hand against his sweaty chest, “Why’d you stop? I was so close!”

“Because I didn’t want you to cum yet,” he says simply. “You’ll be good for me, yeah? I’ll give my baby what she deserves, as long as she’s good.” 

You roll your eyes, huffing. That won’t do for him.

As much as he loves seeing you indulge, he feels a need to punish you— at least a little bit to even begin to atone for being the wicked temptress you are. 

“Don’t be a fuckin’ brat,” Bakugo growls, gripping your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks, causing your lips to purse slightly. “I said be good, okay? Wanna take my time with you.” 

There’s a moment of respite, until you sigh in defeat, knowing better than to argue with him lest you wanted to dig your own grave. “‘Kay, ‘ki.”

He flashes you a smile. Obedient, just how he likes you. “Good girl.”

Katsuki draws his hips back, thrusting just enough to fuck his tip into you. He’s teasing. The amount of willpower on his end it takes not to cum is nauseating. 

“You’re so pretty, aren’t you?” he rasps, one hand finding their way around your neck, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. Your hands reflexively grab his wrist. 

All you can manage is a fucked out moan. Katsuki has to resist the urge to coo, about how he’s managed to turn you into a cockdrunk mess in such a short matter of time. The wave of possessiveness that’s been gnawing at the depths of his soul begins to seep out, and he’s reminded of the reason why the two of you are in this position in the first place. 

He gives your throat another squeeze and a rough slap to your clit. “C’mon princess, answer me. Say it.” He slowly adds more and more pressure until your ears grow hot and air feels like a precious commodity. 

“I-i’m pretty,” you manage to gasp out, tears spilling from your lash line as you begin to lose yourself between the space of pleasure and pain. 

Good. Always so pliant for him.

“That’s right, baby,” he concedes. “So fuckin’ beautiful.” He punctuates the last word with a deep thrust, right against that spongy spot that feels so good. You’re so sensitive that it’s enough to send you spiraling into your second orgasm, walls spasming around him uncontrollably. 

Katsuki stills, staving off his own release with all the restraint he can summon. He silently thanks whatever divine forces are out there that he didn’t cum the minute he felt the first clench of your orgasm. 

He grits his teeth as he wills himself to move, trying not to get lost in the wetness that envelops him. You’re babbling now, senseless moans filling Katsuki’s ears like a sweet melody. 

“Kats, please, I’m too sensitive—” You’re shaking now, muscles trembling with every thrust. 

“But I’m not done with you yet,” he says simply, drawing his hips back with a particularly rough thrust. You choke back whatever you were going to say with a loud cry. “What’s your color, baby?”

You take a moment to answer, brain trying to comprehend the words just uttered to you. You look at Katsuki firmly, “Green.”

“Atta girl,” he praises, the drive of his hips beginning to shallow. He’s close, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out. But for you, he tries. “You’re mine, right?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, shivering as goosebumps dance across your skin. 

“Say it,” Katsuki pleads, thrusts growing sloppy by the second. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m all yours, ‘ki.” 

With that, Katsuki’s fate is sealed. He’s left groaning as a flash of pleasure shakes his very soul, filling you up with so much cum that it dribbles onto the mattress even while he’s still inside you. You follow suit, an embarrassingly obscene rhythm of squelching noises fill the silence as you spasm around his dick. He collapses on top of you, but he’s still coherent enough to not dump all his weight on you. 

Your labored breaths fill the room as the two of you come to. Katsuki pulls out of you with a wince, still a bit sensitive. He gives you a peck on the lips before he drags himself down, settling in between your legs much like he was earlier. 

You tense up, “Kats, wait—”

Any and all protests cease the moment Bakugo works his tongue inside of you, slurping lewdly as he drags out the mixture of your cum and his, swallowing. He tries not to stimulate your puffy clit in an attempt to be merciful, but you still feel yourself steadily climbing to what would be your fourth orgasm this session. While the past three have been intense and drowning, this one comes to you in waves, dull pleasure invading your senses as Katsuki continues to eat you out to clean you up. 

He pulls away when you finish, your slick and his saliva coating his chin before he wipes it off on the back of his hand. You stare at his half-hard erection with a half concerned, half quizzical look. “Do you…” you lick your lips, “need help with that? I’m a little sensitive down there  but I could use my mout—”

“Nah, I’m good babe,” he says earnestly, flashing you a smile that he only ever shows around you. “I’ll be back.” With that, your boyfriend leaves the room only to come back with a bottle of water. 

“Drink.” You comply, finishing half the bottle graciously before handing it to him. He downs the rest before he settles next to you on the bed, laying on his side. You mirror him, shifting your body so that you’re both facing each other. 

Katsuki reaches out, finger idly tracing random shapes and lines onto the bare skin on your hip. He has a pensive look on his face, one that he usually doesn’t hold after stolen moments like this; it’s an expression he wears when he’s in deep thought. 

“Baby,” you call out. His eyes snap to yours, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah?”

“Whatcha thinking about?” You watch as a hesitant look flashes across your boyfriend’s face before he shakes his head.

“S’nothin’. Just thinkin’ about us two.” He speaks lightly. It’s always been difficult for him to voice his inner thoughts and feelings, so he tends to beat around the bush. You’ve learned that if you ever want something out of him, you’d have to pry a little. Katsuki always indulges you though. 

“What about us?”

“Do you- do you think you’ll ever get tired of this?” He repeats himself, clearing his throat. The question is followed by a weaker, “...of me?”

You think it’s the most ridiculous question he’s ever asked, because the answer should be obvious. “I’d never get tired of you, Katsuki. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he replies automatically, “but if I ever do anything that upsets you, or if I get too much for you, or if I—” he’s rambling now. Yes, it’s difficult for Katsuki to talk about his feelings, but once you manage to get him to open up, all the walls of his self-made fortress come crashing down and it’s up to you to pick up the pieces. 

“Baby,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips, cupping his sharp jaw with one hand. “Look at me.” And he does— ruby eyes meeting yours. “I love you because you’re you. And I choose to be with you everyday. It’s not always gonna be perfect, no relationship is. But I know that I will always wake up and choose you.” 

You can see the anxiety melt away from Katsuki’s body, shoulders slumping as he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

“Love you too, sap,” is all he says before he’s pulling you against his chest, squeezing you into a bearhug. You two stay that way until both of you are lulled to sleep. 

You’re laying in bed with Katsuki, both of you dozing off when you hear a slight buzz from your phone on the nightstand. You squint as you try to read the notification, and make out that it’s from your friend.

Denki Kaminari: So did it work?

You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing, giving a quick glance over your shoulder to check on your boyfriend— fast asleep. You turn back to your phone, your thumbs making quick work at your keyboard. 

You: Just like I said it would. Thanks Denki :)

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[holylulusworld]

How to cure a grump (11)

Summary: You’re losing your job on Christmas.

Pairing: CEO/Boss!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: grumpy Bucky, idiots in love, fluff, mentions of smut, banter

How to cure a grump (10)

How to cure a grump masterlist

Bucky watches you pace back and forth in your bedroom. At least, you didn’t try to castrate him as so often threatened.

“Doll,” he tries, but you raise your hand to stop him from saying something stupid. “Y/N…let me explain.”

You stop in your tracks, glare at Bucky, and huff. “Steve already explained a fucking lot when he called. Especially the little detail of how you fired me because you had feelings for me.”

“Feelings,” he scoffs but looks at you, his brows furrowed. His like earns him a slap to his chest. Bucky hisses as you hit his sensitive nipple.

“What? Can’t you take a little slap?”

He drops his gaze, embarrassed that your mother twisted his nipple. “It hurt.”

Looking Bucky up and down you frown deeply. “Lift your shirt,” you say, pointing at his chest. “Now!”

“Fine,” Bucky grunts. He lifts his shirt, revealing his hurt nipple to your eyes. You glance at his nipple, snorting.

“Why is your nipple black and blue?” You accuse, stepping closer. You lean forward, to get a better look at his nipple. “Did you find the time to get naughty while looking for me?”

“Your mother is dangerous! She twisted my nipple,” Bucky whines and covers his nipple with his hand when you try to touch it. “Don’t touch it! It’s sensitive!”

You snort. “Last night you didn’t care that my nipples were sensitive. You sucked and bit and tugged until I pushed you away.”

He nods knowingly. “Yeah, so good.” Bucky rasps, remembering the last night vividly. “You loved it, didn’t you.”

“That was until you told your buddy you regret last night!” You slap his upper arm. “How dare you talk about what happened with Steve!”

“I told you; it was a misunderstanding. I feared it was the wrong moment to tell you about my feelings. You know, they always tell you not to say I love you during sex.”

Groaning you punch his upper arm. “I don’t care if you call me slut after an orgasm or tell me that you love me. What pisses me off is that you talk about all of this with your friend instead of me!”

“We just—” He smirks, eyes dropping to your crotch, “fucked, and I didn’t know if you want to stab me or do it again. It was a little sudden, and we fought before we did and…”

You raise your hand again. “Can you stop talking? You’re making things worse. If you don’t stop talking nonsense, I’ll twist your other nipple too.”

He steps back, keeping an eye on you. “No nipple twisting for you.”

“Munchkin, did you already make up? Are you naked or can I come in?” Your mother calls from outside your bedroom. “The kittens are all well. The mother is well too. A little hungry but she’ll make it.”

“Fuck, what do we do with five kittens and the mom?” You sigh deeply.

“We can’t chase them away,” Bucky says, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll keep Alpine, and maybe another one?”

“Which one?” Your mother asks. “We’ve got two orange beauties, two white kittens, and one that’s a mix of orange, white, and black. I guess her mother had more than one tomcat chasing after her.”

“MOM!” You groan.

“I’ll be downstairs to discuss the kittens. Take your time making up.” She coos. “Young love.”

“Uh-did you know that your mother knows?” Bucky whispers to not catch your mother’s attention. One twisted nipple is enough.

“What are you talking about?” You ask.

“She knows that we aren’t a pair…or weren’t a pair. I mean…the whole fake-dating thing. She saw right through us,” he tries to explain.

“She knew,” you chuckle. “Of course, she knew. Mom always knows.” You nod to yourself. “I need to apologize to her for the charade and that she knows we had sex last night.”

“More than once,” Bucky adds, earning an angry look from you. “What? We did it more than once. That’s an important fact.”

“Do you want a medal?” You challenge, putting your hands on your hips. “Or do you want me to grade your performance?”

He blinks a few times, thinking about your offer. “I’ll get an A, right?” Bucky grins when you roll your eyes. He grabs your hand, squeezing it. “Do you want to adopt a kitten with me and have sex again?”

You snort. “Let’s see if my mom will let you take one. She loves cats…”

Bucky is watching the kittens play. “Alpine is mine,” he says again and points at the white kitten. “Her brother too. I’ll call him Blizzard.”

Sitting on the couch next to Bucky you wonder if he could be a good boyfriend. He’s charming and handsome. And to be honest, good in bed. But is that enough to build a relationship on?

While you bicker with Bucky over the name of the little male kitten, your mother watches you with amusement. She didn’t miss that you left two more hickeys on Bucky’s neck before coming downstairs.

“We won’t call him Blizzard; that’s a stupid name!” You huff. “I want to call him Fluffy or Mister Mittens.”

“He survived the snow and cold. We found the poor guy in a dumpster, half-frozen. His name is Blizzard because he’s a fighter.” Bucky won’t give in. “He’s a survivor.”

“Munchkin, he’s not wrong. How about this? Can you name the other kittens? I’ll ensure they’ll get a good home, and keep the mom and the orange kitten you found last.”

“Doll, did you hear?” Bucky says and wraps his arm around your shoulders. “Your mom will let you name the other kittens. We can take Alpine and Blizzard home soon…”

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[lay-z]

🕊 Day 10 – Santa Soap and his most dangerous mission

A continuation to 🌨 Day 2 – Quaint, which means it’s set in the same universe!

Synopsis: At the annual Christmas party on base, you’re torn between making a quick escape and holding out to get a glimpse of someone special.

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x fem!Reader

Warnings/Info: No smut. | military!Reader; cussing; nicotine addiction; friendship; mutual pining; medical inaccuracies; humour; fluff; friends/teammates to lovers

Word count: 2.5k

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You’ve made the internal decision that you’ll clock the next bloody bastard who dares to approach you only to comment on your appearance tonight. The fact that you’re wearing a dress and heels and some makeup for a rare change, has definitely gained too much attention from the wrong crowd. 

Standing in a corner of the adapted and decorated event location, close to the ceiling-to-floor windows that lead to the equally decorated large balcony, you pick at the sleeve of your dress with one hand while holding an empty wine glass in the other, feeling yourself getting terribly antsy as the night progresses. 

Hell, it has already slipped your mind at this point in the evening, why you even decided to get all dolled up. You hate the attention from male soldiers here on base, especially superiors who might take it the wrong way, though you could care less about the rookies. You stand above their opinions and the rumours about you. 

You’re at a point where you’d kill for a ciggy right about now, but you’re trying to quit the dirty habit to start the New Year a better person than last. So, cold turkey, because you’re that determined and petty to quit after both Gaz and Soap taunted you about never being able to do it. On top of that, more alcohol is also not an option, because it would only worsen the need for a beloved cancer stick. 

Glancing at the watch on the wall, you see that it’s been barely an hour since you showed up here, and you’re already mentally debating if it’s appropriate to make an early escape back to your quarters. Perhaps you can dodge Captain Price on your way out, the man who’d secretly ordered you to socialize and mingle.  

However, in the back of your mind, there’s also that nagging voice that keeps making your stomach twist and knot with questionable words and thoughts, and desires, about your Lieutenant. 

You haven’t seen him yet… and most importantly, he hasn’t seen you!  

No, you didn’t dress up for Ghost, of course not. That would be so silly and frankly, also pathetic. 

“Oh, look at ye!” 

Once Soap’s voice reaches your ears over the noise of the surrounding crowd, you fear your eyes might roll back so far into your skull that they might get stuck this time.

You cross your arms over your chest awkwardly, still holding the empty wine glass, “Will you leave me alone already? No, I don’t wanna kiss under your fucking mistletoe and I’m not gonna call you ‘Santa Soap’, either.” 

Gaz practically spawns next to Soap, wearing a matching Santa hat like the goofy Scotsman, a drink in his hand, pearly whites gleaming in the dim light as he grins mischievously, “Now, why would you be such a grump on this fine evening, Sergeant? Our Santa here’s simply trying his best to spread the Christmas spirit.” 

Meanwhile, Soap nods enthusiastically while fetching another mistletoe from the inside pocket of his dark grey lumber jacket, just like the one you’d previously thrown away when he tried to make you kiss him earlier. 

“Did you seriously bring more than one?” 

Soap nods innocently, bright blue eyes shining with mirth and liquor, “Aye, ‘course. Cannae show up unprepared, my wee she-elf.” 

Gaz snorts, “Always pack enough ammo.” He nods approvingly and takes a sip of his drink. 

You roll your eyes again, “Ugh, shut up you two.” 

“Aw, are we a bit narky, eh? Need a ciggy that bad already, lassie?” Soap coos tauntingly, grinning boyishly when you scoff and turn your back to them dismissively, a clear pout on your red-painted lips. 

“I think she’s just vexed, because our Lt. didn’t show up yet.” Gaz mumbles into his glass, peeking over the rim as he gauges your reaction. 

That makes your breath falter momentarily, because have you been that obvious lately? 

After you spent that night on guard duty with Ghost a few weeks ago, you felt like you’d made progress with him. He’d opened up a bit about his childhood and past, though he always kept things sort of vague, and in return, you were soaking up each tiny bit of intel you could gather about him, eager to solve the puzzle – or get a glance of the display picture of the puzzles' carton, at least. 

The mystery about him didn’t stop your rapidly cementing crush on him, either. And it’s an odd feeling, falling in love, after so many years of successfully throwing yourself into your career instead of focusing on a possible romantic relationship. 

Who knew you’d find the latter at your bloody job of all places. 

You look down into your wine glass, swirling the last ruby droplet around as you bite your tongue, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Here you are, thinking you were being sneaky with your growing – and much forbidden – infatuation with your superior.  

Soap nudges Gaz’ side while you’re not looking, shaking his head at his friend and teammate with his thick brows furrowed chidingly, making Gaz shrug in return, his expression apologetic before he lifts his drink up to his lips again. 

“Think I saw him head out on the balcony, lassie,” Soap remarks, his voice surprisingly serious and soft for a change, “If ye’re stealthy enough ye might catch him.” 

“We both know that’d be impossible, Johnny,” you retort languidly as you lift up the wine glass to slurp up the tiny droplet, “No one can sneak up on Simon. Plus, he’s not here, so stop lying.” 

“Simon?!” The men bark in unison, eyebrows shooting up as if you’d just insulted their mothers. 

“Oooh, since when are you two on first name basis?” Gaz inquires curiously, his warm brown eyes getting that familiar spark whenever he smells potential new gossip – gossip you won’t provide this time. 

“We’re not,” you lie, smacking your lips as you crave another drink – and a cigarette along with it, “– and if we were, I wouldn’t tell you, Garrick.” 

Soap snickers, stepping around you and giving your shoulders a few squeezes. He rubs them obnoxiously until you shrug him off with an annoyed click of your tongue and a glare over your shoulder. 

“Could you stop? You’re so annoying.” 

Gaz laughs as he watches you and Soap act like cat and dog, his eyebrow quirking with a knowing smile when Soap pries the wine glass out of your hand next, giving your back a soft shove towards the balcony doors.  

“Yeah, yeah, and I’ll keep bein’ annoyin’, so ye better take a breather now, sweetheart.” 

“Muppets,” you mutter under your breath, getting more agitated by their behaviour, “Both of you!” 

Gaz lifts his hands in surrender, chuckling as he takes a side step to let you walk past while you keep mumbling to yourself under your breath. 

“Risky,” Gaz remarks, flashing a grin at Soap once you’re out of ear shot, “This might be your best work so far… or a guaranteed arse kicking, MacTavish. You don’t think she’ll notice?” 

“Nah,” Soap sighs dreamily, looking in the direction you left in before he perks up again, “Let’s get another drink, eh?” 

As you step outside onto the balcony, you take a swift glance around before you immediately regret not bringing your jacket as the icy winds swirl about. 

Hugging your arms around yourself, you take a few sauntering steps farther out on the spacious balcony, admiring the fairy lights wrapped around the long railing and the clear night sky as you tip your head back to look at  the moon and stars. 

It’s still a wonder to you, how unique the sky looks in different countries; have you spent some of your time on deployments simply stargazing whenever you found yourself on guard duty and whenever you felt safe enough to do so. 

And suddenly, as the noises from inside, all the chatter and boisterous laughter and music, are simply muffled into the background, you feel utterly lonely and… strangely defeated. 

“What the hell am I even doing here?” You groan quietly and sigh deeply, warm breath puffing and fogging up in the cold. 

“That’s what ‘m askin’ myself.” 

Nearly jumping out of your skin with a gasp, you almost turn your ankle in your pumps as you flinch away from the dark corner to your right.  

You can only see the flickering flame of a lighter first, followd by the amber glow of a cigarette tip, blue smoke curling in the darkness and evaporating into nothingness, before the behemoth of a man steps out of the shadows towards you, like the grim reaper himself, living up to his name as Ghost. 

“Fucking hell, Simon,” you chide, still breathing heavily as you clutch your rapidly beating heart, though now it’s beating for a whole different reason, “You need to stop scaring people like that!” 

“Not my problem you’re jumpy like a little bunny.” He retorts gruffly, though you can clearly hear the smile in his voice before you can see it. 

His simple, black balaclava is rucked up over his nose again as he takes another lazy drag of his cigarette while his dark eyes give you an agonizingly slow once over, one that has your heart flutter and your cheeks burn. He keeps the smoke in his lungs as he speaks, “You look nice. Different.” He exhales.

Needless to say, you don’t clock him for that. 

“Different,” you repeat under your breath as you look at him; drinking in the exposed, pale skin of his neck, his cheeks, his mouth, as always. You notice that he shaved. He’s wearing a pair of jeans that clings to his muscular thighs nicely, a dark hoodie and black leather jacket along with boots. 

He looks nice. Hot, actually. God... he’s so hot... 

“Aye, different as in nice. Want me to tell ya that you’re beautiful?” He asks bluntly, taking another drag, “Would feel wrong to tell ya that now, lass. You were already beautiful without all –“ He makes a vague gesture to your face and dress, “– ‘o that.” 

“Okay, thanks.” You squeak; your throat now terribly dry. There is nothing you would love more than snatch the cigarette from his thick fingers to take a greedy drag and calm your jangled nerves. 

“Mhmm,” he hums, then and doesn’t stop staring; his onyx eyes flickering over your form as if he’s assessing you. 

“Why are you out here anyway?” He makes another gesture at your outfit, “Dressed like that. It’s too cold, ya dafty.” 

You could ask him the same, but you feel like you know the answer to that. He hates crowds and avoids social gatherings if he can help it, but Price has ordered him to attend just like he did you. 

“I just... needed some air,” you shrug and Ghost nods as he fetches a pack of smokes from his chest pocket, flicking the lid open with his thumb before holding it out to you. 

Your fingers twitch against your arms, nails clawing into the fabric of your dress while your nostrils flare as you get a whiff of sweet, sweet tobacco. But then, the nagging voices of Gaz and Soap echo in your mind, and if they would catch you smoking out here, you’d never hear the end of it – and frankly, that’s not worth your nerves. 

“Can’t,” you croak out, refusing reluctantly. Your eyes flit from his offer up to his eyes while he raises an eyebrow under his mask questioningly, “I quit.” 

Ghost snorts, flicking the lid closed again, “Why?” The small pack disappears back into his pocket. 

“Someone told me it’s unhealthy,” you jest with a small shrug, hugging your arms tighter around yourself as the cold starts seeping into your bones. 

“Hmpf,” he hums again and pauses before he takes another slow drag, “What an arsehole.” He exhales through his nose, smoke curling into the air as he smiles bemusedly. 

And then, there is a tense pause as you watch how the golden glow of the surrounding fairy lights reflect in his dark brown eyes, adding a sudden soft warmth to his lingering gaze. 

“Can you blow some smoke in my face?” You ask, biting your inner cheek before adding, “I read that’s what pregnant ladies do when they struggle to quit smoking at once.” 

“Bollocks.” He barks out a laugh, flashing his slightly crooked teeth you’ve come to adore so much. Teeth who’ve been broken violently and been fixed too many times. 

“It’s true!” You whine playfully, chuckling along with him, and then he gives you an odd look, his lips tighten into a line before he speaks, “Close yer eyes.” 

Your stomach does a flip at his soft-spoken command, your heart flutters violently as he takes a step closer, taking a long drag. And then, you do as he says and close your eyes, tilting your head back expectantly. 

A few seconds later, the warm caress of his breath and thick cigarette smoke brush over your cold skin, making your skin pebble underneath your dress. You inhale greedily, lips parting slightly as you try to catch the taste of it discreetly. 

“More?” He rasps and you nod slowly, keeping your eyes closed, “Yes, please.” You utter softly. 

Another few seconds later, you hear the crunch of boots on concrete, and then you suddenly feel the tentative press of chapped lips on yours. 

Your eyes squeeze together, and you nearly pull back in shock, but his hand is already cupping the back of your head gently, his other warm mammoth hand resting on your waist; his body heat seeping through your dress as he closes the distance between your bodies. The fabric of his balaclava brushes against your face as your noses nudge together before makes you tilt your head. 

He kisses you slowly, somewhat clumsily, as if he’s calculating and overthinking each move of his lips, but by God, it’s good. So good, and so much better than you always imagined, because it’s real.  

Your hands slip to the front of his broad, buff chest, fingers clutching his open leather jacket and holding on for dear life as your brain starts to shut off. The tip of his tongue brushes against the seam of your mouth and your lips part wider on instinct. His tongue dives in, seeking and rolling against yours almost timidly, and you can taste the nicotine, the whiskey, and the remnant minty taste of his toothpaste. 

When a soft moan is torn from your throat, his hand squeezes your hip and his fingers brush through your hair before he grips the nape of your neck, holding you in place when he pulls back, breaking the first kiss you shared.

Your breaths mingle, hot and panting, as you gaze at each other with half-lidded eyes. His heart is thudding harshly against his chest, feeling it clearly beneath your palm, though it matches your own rapid heartbeat. 

“...’m sorry, bunny,” Ghost says eventually, his voice rough and husky, his lips still brushing yours as he speaks, “I just... couldn’t keep ignoring that bloody mistletoe.” 

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 41 all chapters

WARNINGS FOR THIS FIC: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, VIOLENCE, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

41. reprieve

John is inscrutable as a rock, up until the moment you return to your room, and the door shuts behind you. You don’t get a moment to process what just happened in private, because he grabs you up in those strong arms and devours you. His relief is palpable–you feel it in his kisses, in the tremor that runs through his powerful frame, and the desperation with which he holds on to you. 

“That was—so fucking–sexy,” he tells you between pressing his mouth to yours. 

You cling to him, trying to think back. It all happened so fast. You realize a part of you has been wondering this whole time if your quick actions had in fact been a fuck up–there are rules upon rules and nuances upon nuances governing this strange and forbidden world–you are but a baby here. A mere cell. A gob of primordial ooze–and you have learned to fear a great deal that which you do not know. 

“I didn’t–get us–into more trouble?” you ask, stunted by voracious kisses and his big hands squeezing the breath from you. 

“No more than I did,” he assures you with his forehead pressed to yours. “I think…” He laughs, a rare and ragged sound, after your ordeal, “That we really are free to go.” 

“Is that what Winston said?” The hotelier and your intended had exchanged hushed and private words together on the roof, while you looked out over Manhattan, you hoped, for the last time for a while to come. 

It isn’t that you don’t trust John. But you have come to understand that Winston was right, when he said the subtler machinations of this shadowed world sometimes escape the blunt instrument that is your beloved John Wick.

“Yeah.”

You hug him then, holding him to you, your nose buried in the warmth of his hair behind his ear. You don’t want to, or mean to, but the magnitude of it all comes crashing down, and you begin to cry. Quietly, not for attention or even comfort, but because you just can’t hold it in anymore. You are so stealthy that some men might have ignored it, pretended it never happened, but not John. He is attuned to your every tell, and he kisses your cheek and holds you, knowing exactly what you need. 

After your tremors have subsided he sweeps back your hair to kiss your forehead, his soft lips such a soothing balm. “Do you want to stay one more night, just for fun?” he asks, and you offer a watery smile in return. The opulence of this place has been like a trip to faeryland for you, or an extended stay down the rabbit hole. Glittery and exotic and goddamn if you haven’t had your fill of it, maybe for a lifetime. 

“Honestly? I just want to go home.” 

He nods, understanding all too well. “Ok. Let’s pack up.” 

“Thank you.” You kiss him, a lingering taste, which leads to another, and then his hands are under your shirt, finding the warm hollow of your spine, and then lower, and he is walking you backwards until his weight is pressing you down into the cloud of a mattress, and you are all too willing to let this man have his way with you, to give him shelter in your body, in your arms. Maybe to everyone outside these walls he is A Killer, The Baba Yaga, The Boogeyman, a tool, a legend, a nightmare, a vengeful ghost…but to you, he will always be the man who loved you beyond reason, or measure.

And you, him. 

It takes you a while, to finally get to putting things in bags, but when you are finally settled into the passenger seat of the Rover with Dog in the back and John at the wheel, it is with the warm glow of a woman who is pleasantly surprised she is getting everything in life she’s ever really wanted.  

[newtthetranswriter]

Hello so uhm.... 0w0

Could I ask for a Aziraphale x reader / crowley x reader (seperated when possible) where the reader is sick and they both hug them and wrap their wings around them?

I'm just thinking their feathers would be so soft >~<

Have a nice day/evening!

Word count: Crowley’s Part 1187 / Aziraphale’s part 1579

A/n: this was nice to write. I hope it lives up to expectations. Enjoy and have a great day/ evening as well.

Crowley

    It was just a normal Tuesday, well as normal as it can get when going to work at Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death, while feeling like someone hit me with a car. My head was pounding and it felt like my small breakfast of plain toast was trying to come back up. I would have called in, but I know Nina would need the help as we were the only to set to work today. I also didn’t tell a certain snake eyed demon about being sick because I know he would have made me stay home. 

    All of this leads us to where we are right now. I’m currently taking orders while Nina works on making the coffees and teas that are requested. It’s about two in the afternoon which means it’s time for our afternoon rush of people trying to get an extra boost of energy before they end their day. Trying to keep a smile on my face as my migraine gets worse from the loud customers, and the normally enticing smell of coffee which is currently making me more nauseous, is like hell on earth. 

    I was in the middle of explaining to an older lady that decaf does not in fact contain caffeine, when I noticed a familiar pair leaving the bookshop across the street. Trying to end this conversation quickly so my friends wouldn’t have to wait too long, I offered the lady a solution. “If you are nervous about the decaf having any caffeine I can recommend a warm cup of peppermint tea. It’s relaxing and contains no caffeine at all.” I said hoping to end this back and forth. Luckily she agreed right as the demon and angel pair walked in.

    Offering the two a kind wave and forced smile, I entered the lady’s order and proceeded to enter the pairs usual order before they even reached the counter. Normally I would let them place their order like everyone else but today I didn’t want Crowley near me for too long knowing he would quickly realize I was unwell. “Hello Love, Aziraphale. I already entered your order so you can go take a seat, it’s on the house today.” I said trying to avoid conversation with the pair.

    Aziraphale just nodded in thanks before going to find a seat. While Crowley on the other hand only stepped to the side so I could continue to assist customers, while he processed my strange behavior. “You never comp our order. Something about it being bad for business. What’s going on with you?” He asked, and even though he wore such dark glasses I could tell he was squinting at me trying to figure me out.

    “Nothing is going on. Can’t I be nice to my boyfriend and friend every once in a while.” I responded mindlessly, entering orders trying to avoid my demon’s scrutiny. “I have to help these customers, Crowley go sit down with Zira and Nina will bring it out when it’s done.” I heard a slight scoff before he walked away.

    I knew he figured something out but I also knew that he wouldn’t risk making a scene at my job just because he thinks I’m hiding something. Knowing Crowley he would keep quiet about it until I was off work and that’s exactly what he did.

    After another four hours of helping customers and cleaning the shop I was finally able to go home and relax. It was a bonus that Nina had figured out that I wasn’t feeling well and told me to take the next day off to get better. So ready for an extra day to recover from this stupid migraine, I left the coffee shop and headed over to A.Z. Fell and Co. to retrieve my grump of a boyfriend knowing he tended to hangout there until I was off work so he could drive me home.

    “Hey Aziraphale, Have you seen Crowley? I just got off work and thought he’d be here like normal.” I asked the angel, who was currently reading a book at his desk, upon noticing the demon was nowhere to be seen.

     Aziraphale jumped in his seat not having heard me come in. “Oh Y/n, yes Crowley went to the pharmacy around the corner, something about picking up medicine.” He said turning slightly to look at me before turning back to his book. “Though I’m not sure what medicine he would need, it’s not like he can get sick or anything.” He continued obviously oblivious to why a demon such as Crowley would need human medicine.

     I just rolled my eyes and took a seat in an armchair. “You don’t mind if I wait for him here do you?” I asked, relaxing for the first time all day, not registering the angel's response as I fell asleep in the chair.

     “They’re sleeping Crowley, don’t wake them up. They have obviously had a long day.” I heard my angel friend address my Boyfriend. It was obvious he was trying to keep quiet but was failing as began to slowly awaken from my nap.

     I heard a groan before feeling Crowley slip one arm behind my back and the other under my legs, gently lifting me out of the arm chair. “They wouldn’t have had a long day if they told me they were sick.” I heard him grumble as he walked out of the book shop and gently placed me in his bentley. I tried to wake up fully to greet him but the gentle rumble of the car starting lulled me back to sleep as Crowley obeyed traffic laws for once.

    The next time I woke up, I was being placed on mine and Crowley’s shared bed. He had brought me home driving far too slow for his liking and then carried me all the way into our apartment. It warmed my heart to know I had such an effect on the snake-eyed demon.

    After processing where I was I finally spoke up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to worry about me, it’s just a headache.” I said, trying to calm the demon.

    I watched as he set his sunglasses on his nightstand before laying down and wrapping his arms around me. “I will always worry about you, Love. I just wish you had told me. Now go back to sleep, in the morning you can take the medicine I got for you. And we will rest all day.” He said, kissing my forehead.

    “Okay” I said snuggling into his warm embrace before a thought came to mind. “Hey Crow, could you wrap your wings around me too? They’re just so soft and they help block out the light.” I asked half asleep, hoping he would agree. I didn’t have to wait long as he rolled on to his back with me laying on his chest. I heard feathers ruffle as he opened his wings before wrapping them around me.

    I cuddled closer to his chest as he whispered “anything for you, darling.” and then we both drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

Aziraphale 

    Dating an angel was a blessing and a curse. While he appreciated things like books, food, and drinks, he didn’t fully understand what it was like for humans when they got sick. Sure he’s been on earth for 6000 years and seen numerous people get sick, but it was never someone close to him. He tried to avoid sickness, he knew he couldn’t get any of the human diseases but he didn’t want to risk getting someone else sick because he came in contact with someone who was sick. He just didn’t want to risk it. 

    That’s why when I woke up this morning feeling like world war 3 was happening in my stomach, I decided to just tell my sweet boyfriend that I wouldn’t be able to come by today as work had called me in to cover for a coworker. I know it’s wrong to lie to him about it but I didn’t want him to tell me not to come over because I’m sick. It was easier on me if I canceled our plans instead of him being grossed out by my sickness. So, I’ve resigned myself to trying to nap on my couch as my bed just wasn’t comfortable right now.

     I just wanted to sleep through this, so I took some over the counter stomach medicine that I had laying around and turned on some anime to relax. 

     After about four hours of watching Demon Slayer, I decided to scroll on social media because maybe that would put me to sleep. Watching Tanjiro get his ass kicked wasn’t exactly relaxing right now. I opened up tiktok and started watching videos of different cosplayers and people making art for their small businesses. I would occasionally see one that reminded me of my demon friend Crowley and would send it to him, completely forgetting he typically hangs out with Aziraphale and would probably say something about it.

P.o.V change to Aziraphale’s bookshop

     Little did Y/n know that was exactly what was happening. Crowley was currently scrolling through his phone listening to the angel complain about his partner canceling their plans because they had to go into work. Not completely paying attention to the angle Crowley watched as a tiktok notification flashed across his screen. He opened it wondering if Y/n was at work why would they be sending him tiktok.

     “What time does Y/n typically get off work?” The demon asked, trying to process what was happening. He wondered if it was maybe something they had sent before going to work and it just took a while to come through, but then again the chat did say you were currently active in the app.

     The angel paused thinking for a moment, “I believe they get off around five, so they should still be there now. Why do you ask?” He asked curious as to what his companion was getting at.

      Crowely took a second to decide if he was going to tell the truth or try to protect the innocent man's feelings from the fact his partner had lied. Sighing, he decided it was probably best to tell the truth even if it would hurt the angel. “Well they just sent me a tiktok and it says they are active.” He said turning his Phone for his friend to see.

      The angel’s eyes went wide seeing that his partner was active on the social media app while they were supposedly at work. He tried to deny it, “Maybe they are just on break.” He really didn’t want to believe that you would lie to him about having to work. Why would lie about that, if you just needed a day to rest he would understand.

      “Well looking here it seems they have been sending me tiktoks for the past hour so unless their lunch is over an hour long, they aren’t at work.” Crowley responded, scrolling up in the conversation to see when the first one was sent to him. Even though he was a demon he didn’t want to believe that his friend would lie to the angel. Y/n just wasn’t that kind of person. “The only way to get an answer would be to go over to their apartment, cause if you call them they will probably try to play it off somehow.” He said not trying to concern the angel but also trying to voice the truth.

      Aziraphale nodded and grabbed his coat, bidding his friend goodbye and heading out. He really hoped it was just that y/n had gotten off work early for covering and it wasn’t them lying to him. The angel couldn’t help but overthink things as he approached the familiar apartment gently knocking on the door.

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      I had almost fallen asleep when I heard a quiet knock at my front door, not thinking anything of it I got up and walked to the door. Opening the door I was shocked to see the face of my angelic boyfriend with worry written across his features.

      “Zira, what are you doing here?” I was confused as to why he showed up here after I told him I was working an extra shift. “My boss let me leave early because it was slow and turns out they didn’t need me after all, I just got home. Why don’t you come in?” I said trying to cover the fact I in fact did not go into work. Aziraphale slowly walked into my home and sat down on the couch looking around. I could tell there was something on his mind before I watched him freeze, as his eyes landed on the cold medicine sitting on the table.

      “Why didn’t you just tell me you were ill? I would have understood.” He said, sounding dejected. “I know, you lie down and I’ll make you some tea.” He started getting up from the couch. It was crazy to see how fast he could go from hurt to caring in only a few seconds. I stoof there frozen, He just figured out I lied to me, I’m guessing he knew before he came here, but he is ready to take care of me just like that. I felt a tear roll down my cheeks as I took in how truly kind Aziraphale is. “Love, what’s wrong? It’s ok, just relax, I’ll take care of you.” He noticed I was still standing by the door.

      I gently shook my head, I can’t just let him take care of me after I lied to him. “But I lied to you. I said I was going to work and canceled our plans, when in reality I’m sick. You don’t like sick people. You’ve said so yourself. You avoid them even though you can’t get sick. I thought you wouldn’t want to be near me till I get better. You don’t have to take care of me just because we are dating, I understand.” I said as more tears rolled down my face. I was too busy trying to tell him to go back to the bookshop to notice he had walked up to me.

      I was startled out of my ranting by the feeling of being wrapped in his warm embrace. He had pulled me into his chest and placed a kiss on the top of my head. I completely relaxed into him, it was the most comfortable I had felt all day. “It’s alright Darling, I’m here because I love you. I want to take care of you. I avoid sick people so I don’t get you sick, I may not get sick but I could still pass the germs to you. I will always take care of you when you don’t feel well.” He said, face still rating against my hair. I just cuddled deeper into his embrace.

      After a moment I lifted my head to break the hug so I could lie down when I noticed it wasn’t just his arms wrapped around me. I stared at the beautiful white feather that trapped me in a warm embrace. I looked at my boyfriend’s face shocked as he had never shown me his wings before. “Are those?” I asked, completely stunned. “Can I touch them?” I also asked turning in his hold reaching towards the soft feathers.

      He just responded with a hum and a nod letting me run my fingers through his feathers. They were the softest thing I had ever felt. I giggled as I felt him nuzzle his face into the back of my neck, the feathers ruffling slightly at the contact. “Are they sensitive?” I asked, noticing his reaction.

      “They can be yes. It’s been a while since I have let them out so a little more so at the moment.” I felt him speak into the back of my neck. 

      “Well thank you for showing them to me. They truly are extremely soft.” I said praising the angel wrapped around me. I completely forgot about being sick enjoying his embrace.

      He slowly let me go and guided me to the couch, folding his wings back slightly so as to not knock anything over. “Of course dear. Now lay down, I’ll be back in a moment with soup.” He said before walking off towards the kitchen leaving me to relax into the couch. It was nice knowing I had such an angel of a boyfriend to take care of me.

[y13evie]

I had an idea for a James Wilson fic and saw ur requests were open.

U don't have to do it ofc uts just an idea :]

So ig it's a kinda enemies to lovers thing where the reader constantly pisses off Wilson and she's absolutely convinced she annoys him sm there's no chance of him liking her.

Then smt happens (dunno what) and the reader is upset abt smt and is hiding from everyone as she has a breakdown and Wilson somehow finds her and.... ye

Again u don't have to do it but ye

anon this is so cutesy wutesy. i tried my best n i hope you like it!! also i’m sosos sorry for the wait.

tags: no mentions of y/n, slight angst, mentions of cancer and dead people and heart attacks, otherwise just fluffy

“do you always have that stupid smile plastered across your face?”, james wilson asked. you’re pretty damn sure he would erase you off the face of this planet if given the chance.

“only for you”, and you were proud of it.

because the both of you were in the oncology department together, it gave you plenty of opportunity to bug him. at first you truly didn’t mean to, small things like bumping into him at the wrong time. but instead of letting your feelings become shot due to his scolding, you embraced it. you make it your goal to do something that you know will annoy james.

today was friday and the two of you had been assigned the same case. the patient at hand had stage 3 soft tissue sarcoma. their condition wasn’t great, but vitals were fine. you were talking with a nurse about what steps to take moving forward with his treatment. out of the corner of your eye you saw that familiar face. the two of you beckon the other doctor over. it seems as if he was trying to ignore you, the way he hesitantly made his way over to you two.

“please, make it quick.” he huffed. the nurse explained the case while you stood there for a moment deciding on whether taking his stethoscope was a good idea. you decided it was and quickly took the device from off his neck and onto yours. you put your hands on your hips and contorted your face to look angry. james was not having it as he quickly tried to get it back. but you were faster than him and was able to keep it.

“you might think that’s funny but it’s unprofessional. i don’t understand how you’re allowed to work with adults when you act like a child.”. his comment seemed to kill the mood as the other nurse walked off, leaving just the two of you. deciding that he’d had enough you unwrapped the equipment from your neck and handed it back. james snatched it from you, looking you up and down in distaste.

“do your job. it’s doctors like you that kill patients”. his tone was harsh. it pierced your heart a little bit. ever since you had first joined the hospital crew, you always sort of looked up to him. he was so intelligent and seemed to always know what he was doing. and you hated the fact he implied that you were killing patients. the people you work so hard to save.

you tried to brush his words off, telling yourself he’s just a grump and didn’t mean anything by it. you continued your day as usual. you only had a couple patients today so it was a relaxed day. that was until the patient from earlier had a rapid decline in health. he suffered a massive heart attack and the team was not able to save him. you stood there as the doctors repeated his time of death. you’ve lost many lives before and you know it was just apart of your job, but something stuck to you.

“it’s doctors like you that kill patients”. his words rang throughout your mind like a gunshot. you made your way to the break room and curled up on the couch with your head in your hands. quiet sobs left your mouth. maybe he was right. maybe all this time you weren’t good enough. at this point you had fully convinced yourself that it was your fault. if only you had payed more attention to his history. if only you had searched deeper into his files, then maybe. just maybe, you could’ve found something to prevent this from happening.

the screech of the door opening had pulled you from your thoughts. you looked up to see him. james wilson. james was able to read the hurt expression on your face. he stared for a moment, taking in the situation.

“it’s not your fault”

you got up and started your way to the door with tears threatening to fall once again. james moved so you were unable to exit.

“dr. wilson, please-“ you practically begged him to move. but he wouldn’t budge. instead, his eyes softened and face relaxed. he looked worried. you tried once more to leave the room but jus as expected, you failed.

“i’m sorry.” he took a deep breath before continuing. “you’re an amazing doctor. you love your patients. i know you do. and you’re a good person. i want you to know that. every time you bother me i secretly enjoy it because i’m able to see you happy.”. he paused for a moment, waiting for your response.

shocked at the fact he doesn’t hate you, you ask him, “you..like me?. almost laughing at the thought of him enjoying your company. but he’s not laughing. his eyes are gentle and he puts a hand on your shoulder.

“of course i like you. and the fact that you’re..” he motions to your current state of sadness, “..like this because of something i said is awful. i hate the idea that i made you feel unworthy.”. you stopped for a second to let his words absorb into your head. as if someone else was controlling your body, you hugged him. he froze for a moment with his hands dangling above your back, before relaxing into the hug. james gently rubbed your hair and back while whispering kind words.

you were the first to pull away. slightly laughing at yourself for being so sensitive. you awkwardly look at him before shuffling your way to the door. just as your hand reaches the handle he stops you.

“hey, wait. after this is all sorted, would you want to have dinner with me tonight?” he cursed himself for asking at a bad moment, but knew he would never ask if he didn’t now. you looked at him, and then back at the door.

“yeah! i would love that. just uhm- let me know whenever. okay?thankyoubyeeee” you smooshed the last words together in an attempt to leave and

cover up your now rose tinted cheeks. on the other side of the door james pumped his fist in the air like a little kid. maybe he needed some sweetness in his life.

[eqt-95]

I'm here to bring fluff and happiness back with this ♥️

ok so get this: my phone showed your ask as a red heart. so here I was, typing away about deep-throating popsicles and fingering milkshakes when I opened your ask on my laptop and saw a... white heart?! absolute witchcraft!

and since now i don't know what's right-side up from upside down, i offer a mash up: ❤️+🤍 or 'first kiss / realization' + 'kiss at the wedding / milestone'

p.s. thanks for the fluff and happiness injection. i needed it

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Kara loved going to weddings. What wasn’t there to love? There were flowers, delicious foods, endless dancing, and, best of all, that excuse to confess your deepest feelings in front of friends and family to the love of your life. 

She’d watched her sister and Kelly share their vows, commit to each other, and look darn good while doing it. She danced with Nia and Brainy to Bye-Bye-Bye which was technically of Alex’s no-play list, but Nia bribed the DJ. She stuffed her face with cake alongside Esme who was stubbornly fighting off the sleepies. She even had the most amazing pep-talk slash hug slash reveal with Lena.

The very best kind.

The kind that left her warm and seen and cherished.

The kind that left her wanting that same feeling for forever. 

The kind that felt like a Red Sun: held and understood and home. 

So why did she feel so… heavy and twisted inside?

Stumped. She was stumped. She was also in a slump. Her lower lip was quite close to a grump. But how to overcome this hump?

She shook her head. Now was definitely not the time for Dr. Seuss rhymes. Though silently she argued there was always time for Dr. Seuss rhymes.

Serious Kara won out. So instead of rhymes she stewed. She stewed and brewed and searched for a clue(d) -

“What’s up homie?” Nia asked, sliding across the bench and tipsily colliding into Kara’s side. “You missed REO Speedwagon. Even J’onn gave it his all; might’ve thrown out his back though. Poor guy. I am parched.”

Kara bit her lip and scowled and really really wanted a rhyme scheme to get her through this. “You love Brainy, right?”

“Woa, left field there swinger,” Nia smirked. Her attention was on the array of glasses with colorful drinks littering the table behind them. “Sure do.”

Kara slouched and let her chin find the palm of her hand. “So how did-”

“You think this is sour raspberry?” Nia interrupted, a cup of bright blue liquid appearing under Kara’s nose. “Or tropical punch,” she said.

Kara sniffed the cup. “Tropical punch.”

“Bonus,” Nia exclaimed and took a long drag. “You were saying?”

“Um,” Kara began without an ounce of heroic chutzpah. “How did you know?”

The question made the ‘heavy’ feeling morph into butterflies. It did nothing for the twisting. In fact, it exacerbated the twisting. It wrangled around her heart and made her breaths shallow with nerves. Definitely no chutzpah.

“Easy: He’s my person. My ride or die. To infinity and beyond. The Clyde to my Bonnie.”

“Are you sure that’s who you want to compare-”

“Look, it doesn’t matter. They went out with a bang,” Nia scoffed. “But fine, point taken,” Nia conceded then pulled another deep swig. “He’s the Orpheus to my Persephone.”

“I think you mean Eurydice.”

“Sure.” Her lips were now a faint shade of blue.

“But also, didn’t Orpheus fail-?”

“He did no such thing!” Nia proclaimed with rather unfounded enthusiasm. Juice sloshed onto the grass. “He went to the depths of hell for the woman he loved. He descended through souls and ghouls and fools-”

Kara wondered if this was the rhyme she needed. Maybe it was, because it propelled her up and across the lawn and so focused was she that Nia’s parting words of ‘Go get her, champ!’ fell of deaf ears.

She stumbled over lawn darts and accidentally destroyed a life-size jenga game. She nearly walked straight through the barn wall and into a decorative trough. She walked straight past the cake without grabbing a slice. 

Kara Zor El was on a mission.

And that mission was less than ten feet away, laughing and radiating like the sun rose and shone only for her. Her nose scrunched as the smile spread wider when Kara approached. It faded only slightly when the palpable look of fear on Kara’s face was noticed.

“Kara? Is everything ok?” she asked, stepping away from the group and brushing a reassuring thumb over Kara’s arm.

They stepped more steps until the steps led them to crickets and tree frogs and only the white noise of people. And ever the Pulitzer winning wordsmith, these were the words that managed to trip out of her mouth:

“I want to be your Orpheus.”

Lena’s mouth parted and eyes narrowed. “You… what?”

“I want to… shoot, no I mean…”

“You want to trap me in hell?” Lena asked. And bless the straight face she was trying to keep, but between Kara’s fish mouthing and absolutely butchering of whatever heartfelt words she had hoped would appear out of thin air, Lena’s face was doing some serious gymnastics to keep from smirking.

“He didn’t fail! He… he…”

Straws. Those were the things Kara was grasping for. Humiliatingly limp, paper straws.

“I want to fight off souls and ghouls and fools for you. I want the chance. I want you and the world to know that you are the person I’d move heaven and hell for you, because you make me feel whole. You make me feel seen and wanted and loved and I just… I just want you. And I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to realize it but I-”

Lips.

Soft lips.

Soft lips and deep sighs and the flutter of long dark hair tickling her cheeks.

And then a sigh.

And then a ‘wowzers’.

And then a laugh.

And then again.

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[ririchanva]

Chapter Twenty One: Joint Training / Class A vs. Class B (Part One) 

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Chapter Warning: Spoilers for Miraculous Season 6 along with a sprinkle of cameos from other Zag Cartoonz. Trigger warnings of violence, blood and an almost character death (and also a past character death).

A/n: Whew, it's that time again folks :3 The fact I'm trying hard to update this while Miraculous Season 6 is going on...I must say, it's quite difficult lol. Again, I won't be following the storyline there but I LAUGHED at some of the spoilers given, considering that some of it was predicted in this fanfic xD

At any case, yeah, so slowly but surely the storyline is flowing nicely, and I'm trying my best to keep this story alive.

With that all said...let's get to the chapter~!

    “Aren’t you worried that Izuku is going to be mad at us for leaving?”

    “He doesn’t get to talk when it comes to breaking rules and doing things without telling anyone.”

    “Goldilocks is right, Icyhot. And if we ever get into a fight, we’re ready.”

     “We can handle this mission, Shoto. What could possible go wrong?”

     An avian like heroine was panicked as she skidded to an alleyway, looking down at the fallen Chloe Bourgeois in her arms. Her shirt was soaked in blood and the stain grew bigger around the wound that was inflicted on the heavily breathing blonde. Shaky sobs broke out from the other girl, trying to keep herself together. De-transforming, Marinette tried to stop the bleeding on Chloe, then looked up at a frightened looking Raven Kwami along with with an Owl Kwami, the very one that Chloe was using just a while ago.

      “W-what should I do? We need to get Chloe help!”

     “We need to find those two boys you were with! And get back to the school!”

      ‘I shouldn’t have removed my earrings. I shouldn’t have sent the boys off and gave my earrings away…and now…and now…’

     Marinette held her hands onto her blond friend , her voice cracking as Chloe’s breathing started to slow.

      “Stay with me Chloe—Don’t die, don’t die—please, please, please, please, please—“

     “Miss Marinette…”

      The girl just kept murmuring to herself, ignoring the Kwamis as she kept pressing her hands over Chloe’s chest over and over. And then, she let out a cry when one of the Kwamis spoke once more in sorrow.

       “I can’t hear a heart beat. I’m sorry, Miss Marinette, but…she’s gone.”

      A few hours earlier…

   “Aren’t you worried that Izuku is going to be mad at us for leaving?” Shoto asked in worry, the four of them rushing towards the school courtyard and stopped at the fountain nearby, trying to catch their breath. 

      Chloe snorted, hands on her hips, “He doesn’t get to talk when it comes to breaking rules AND doing things without telling anyone.”

       Marinette hated to admit it, but the former rich girl had a point.

       Bakugo agreed, “Goldilocks is right, Icyhot. And if we ever get into a fight, we’re ready.”

       Shoto narrowed his eyes, not liking how over-confident his friend was.

       Marinette touched the fire and ice user’s arm.

      “We can handle this mission, Shoto. What could possible go wrong?” She stated with a small smile, shrugging.

       Shoto stared at her, looking unsure before Chloe sighed.

       “Well, if Marinette says so and the grump actually vouches...”

       “As much as I hate it, this is a recon mission. Meaning we’re gonna have to be stealthy,”

        “And quiet.” Marinette interrupted Bakugo in a teasing tone, making the blond glare at her while Shoto had a look of deep thinking.

       “Shoto-baby, relax!” Chloe smacked his back as she almost cackled in a boastful manner, “We’ve trained ourselves to the bone and went through plenty getting here. Nothing is gonna jump at us in surprise this time.”

     ‘Famous last words…’ Shoto thought but then nodded, “Alright then, so what’s the plan now?”

     Marinette pulled out the Raven Miraculous, which happens to be some sort of brooch, and placed it on her chest. She waited for a moment until she saw a glow coming from the Miraculous and that was when a dark bird like kwami appeared.

      “Greetings, Miss Ladybug. My name is Azzul, the Kwami of Divination~“

       “What’s going to happen to Tikki?” Shoto asked, watching Tikki floating around Marinette with a worried look, “Are you going to keep the earrings away? What if you need the Ladybug cure and Lucky Charm?”

       “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Besides, I highly doubt we’ll need it. But, if you’re worried, I can easily Unify both Tikki and Azzul and be another hero if necessary,” Marinette explained while being assuring, “It’ll be the same for Chloe if she needs Pollen.”

      “Never really tried Unifying Pollen with any other Kwami before,” Chloe hummed as she placed on the Owl Miraculous, which happens to be a necklace with a large pendant with wings, but quickly changed into a diamond like pendant with wings.

      The kwami before the blonde was almost a lightened version of Hecca, looking like a mini barn owl.

      “Oh my~ Such a strong presence. I am Teena, the Kwami of Perception!”

       Bakugo quietly placed his own brooch on, watching the Kwami coming out from his Miraculous.

       “Hello, my new holder. I am Rewwi, the Kwami of Action.”

       Shoto saw how his friends were told of their transformation words and quickly transformed with their new Miraculous, leaving him the last one to change. Sighing, he placed his own necklace on and watched the Kwami flying out of his miraculous and smiling softly.

     “You look a little unsure, little fledgling.” The bird like kwami chuckled, “My name is Woori, the Kwami of Devotion. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

      “Likewise,” Shoto responded in kind, “I’m Shoto. I hope we can work well together.”

      “Same sentiments, Young Shoto.“

      “Alright, Shoto. You better transform so we can get going.”

      Shoto raised a brow as he looked to the new Raven Heroine and then nodded.

      Woori smiled, “Just say these words…”

     “Woori, Flight of Loyalty~!”

    “We have a pretty good idea of the other team's different abilities, but let's try to stick close together. There's safety in numbers, after all.”

     Shinso stayed quiet while keeping his eyes on a very camouflaged Froppy sticking to the wall, looking out for the enemy team. Raising a brow, he looked over to Carapace walking beside him along with Onagadori.

      “If you know where to look, you can still see her.” The Rooster Heroine pointed out, and Carapace nodded.

      “I guess it’s because you have that good eyesight, thanks to your Miraculous,” The Turtle Hero hummed, but then glanced at Shinso, “You’ve been quiet. Something on your mind?”

      “I can’t help but feel like I’m cheating somewhat,” The hypnotic like male murmured for only the three of them to hear, twisting the knob of his Persona Chord, “Considering I know the outcome of this match,”

      “Then perhaps let it play accordingly. You said yourself that you should be careful when messing with time.”

     “Even though clearly it’s too late to worry about that now,” Carapace interrupted Onagadori, grinning, “I mean I know that Izuku is a confusing guy, but so far every move he’s predicted and changed had made things for the better~!”

      “That’s because Midoriya is a natural born strategist.” 

      The Rooster holder huffed, “You talk as if he could easily be a villain if he had the chance to.”

       Shinso had a tight sarcastic smirk, “Then it’s a good thing he’s on our side.”

       Both Carapace and Onagadori gulped, even the Rooster heroine looking a little nervous at the thought.

       “Er, don't you think I could just separate from you guys and let off a million volts or something?“ Chargebolt questioned, looking bored and cleaning his ear a bit.

       A laugh escaped Shinkusame, giving a sharp grin, “Yeah? But what if they knock you out with a sneak attack? No backup.”

       A defeated sigh escaped the electric using male, “That is true. And Shiozaki'll be tough to nab.”

        “Shiozaki?” Onagadori questioned.

        “Vine. The religious one with the green hair,” The Shark hero supplied, and the girl beside him nodded.

       ”Her Quirk's amazing. She kicked my butt,” Chargebolt sweat dropped and scooted closer to Shinso and Carapace, “…I-I’ll stick with you guys.”

       “I'd like to take out the most troublesome players first.” Shinso said immediately, albeit in a monotone voice, then clicked his fingers as Chargebolt was opening his mouth, “And while you say I get it, I will tell you now that it's the obvious plan.”

       Froppy’s voice then sounded with a hum, “If we're hoping to do something about Ibara first, then they're probably thinking the same thing about Kaminari and his dangerous attacks.”

       “Riiiight. Because of his mega-watted thunderbolts, right?” Carapace said while the frog like heroine nodded and continued cautiously.

       “Also, even though he has less experience, they'll want to avoid Shinso's Quirk. And probably with the newbies like Carapace and Onagadori.”

       “Not to mention Kirishima has had a change himself…” Koji Koda, also known as the Petting Hero: Anima, spoke for the first time, almost freaking Carapace out.

       The Shark like Hero smiled weakly, “Ahaha, I-I suppose. My bad…”

       Chargebolt squeaked, looking even more nervous now, “I'm counting on you guys to keep me safe!”

       “Maybe we can set things up so Kaminari and Shinso get to do their things,” Shinkusame suggested, then looked to Carapace, “You can use your shield while we can figure out if Dori-chan can use some power to—“

       Before he could finish, chirping sounds of birds were heard and everyone looked up to see the birds that Anima released were returning. Once the two white doves landed onto Anima’s arm, they started chirping frantically, and the animal loving hero was nodding their head with hums, then thanked them while feeding them treats.

     “So? Did they find her?” Shinkusame asked, and Anima looked over to him.

     “Shiozaki is to our left. Alone. She's using her vines to feel out her surroundings as she heads this way.”

      The Shark hero frowned, “I hate to go after the girl all alone, but we gotta stop her, right?”

      “…My biggest worry is Star Stallion.” Onagadori murmured as she looked at everyone, “Especially since they can teleport. And with Krush also along the ride, he could use his ghost and ice abilities to—“ 

      “Meet My Roaring Rage!”

       As if predicting it, Shinso moved quickly out of the way while Carapace backed up and called for Shellter. He protected the both of them, along with Shinkusame, Chargebolt and Onagadori. Unfortunately, Froppy and Anima ended up being caught in the hands of Jurota Shishida, also known as Gevaudan, throwing both the frog heroine and the animal loving hero to the side, crashing into the walls hard.

     “Both of them!? That's not good!” Chargebolt grunted, sweating as Carapace still kept his shield up around them.

     Gevaudan chuckled, “We knew you guys would send Koda to search for us. And we planned accordingly.”  

     Star Stallion appeared with their Voyage and waved sheepishly, “Hey guys!”

     “We knew you’d be likely the most wary of Vine's Quirk! Using her as a decoy, I let Star Stallion make portals to your direction, thanks to Krush following your recon birds that led us to you!”

      As the large beastly teen finished his explanation, Krush turned visible and smiled, “Now to pick up the prisoners and get the points!”

      Jumping out from his back, Kosei Tsuburaba (or just known as Tsuburaba for now) appeared, grinning cheekily, “You can't use much electricity with your friends around, can you~? You don't wanna shock 'em!”

      Shinso narrowed his eyes. ‘Right on cue. Which means…’

      Blowing an air bubble around both Anima and Floppy, they were completely trapped.

      “I've trained my Quirk and got a new move. Air Prison! A solitary cell that won't allow any sound in!”

       “Ah, great! Now what?” Shinkusame questioned, “How long can Carapace keep up his shield?”

       ‘There might be one way to tide this part of the match to our favour…’

       Shinso pulled down his mask as he caught the sight of Tsuburaba’s eyes and stared at him for a moment, his eyes flashing. The brown haired male frozen in place, jaws slacked. It seemed that his hairy friend below him didn’t notice as he roared and was raising his fists to break into Carapace’s shield.

      “CONSIDER THIS OUR WIN ALREADYYYYYY!”

       “THE MONSTER'S GONNA MURDER MEEEEEE!" Chargebolt cried out and went to raise his arms up to brace for impact, but after a few seconds of silence, he looked up at saw both Tsuburaba and Gevaudan were frozen in place. 

       “RETREAT! VOYAGE!” Star Stallion yelled, noticing his teammates were stuck and soon made a portal, the Horse Hero and Krush escaping along with the bubbled Anima and Froppy. 

       “They…they left?” Chargebolt asked in confusion, “But why? And what’s up with these two?”

       Onagadori turned her head to see Shinso’s eyes glowing as he was panting heavily, his body shaky as he breathed out low and whispery.

        “Walk to Team A’s prison and lock yourselves in. Stay there until the final buzzer sounds.”          

         As Shinso spoke this, the Rooster Heroine, Capaace and Shinkusame shuddered in slight apprehension. It reminded them of the time Shinso used this kind of power on Alya Cesiare. Nevertheless, both Gevaudan and Tsuburaba were walking off like zombies, and the Shark Hero grinned.

        “Alright! Way to go, Shinso—“ 

        A  wet coughingsound was heard and everyone froze when Shinso stared at them with wide eyes, blood dripping down his chin and staining his shirt.

        “HITO!” Bonnie Blanche gasped, standing up as if wanting to stop the match and stared at the big screen, hands over her mouth, “Why is he coughing up blood!?”

         “It must be from using his upgraded power, considering that he can be non-verbal when hypnotising someone now, thanks to that Trigger attack a while back,” Izuku replied with a frown, as he stared at the screen with calculated eyes, “However, he over-exerted himself because he hasn’t trained that part of his quirk yet, thus why the backlash happened physically.”

       Whisketeer stared at the screen worriedly while biting her lower lip, not noticing that Phantom Thief was staring at her intently. 

        ‘How interesting…’

   Another cough sounded, and Shinso was doubling over, falling to his knees as he tried to wipe the blood dripping from his lips. Carapace dropped his shield and looked over his teammate while Chargebolt and Shinkusame were on the lookout for anyone that might attack them while they were distracted.

     “Shit, shit, shit! This isn’t good!” The Turtle hero cursed, and Onagadori pulled out her pen, “W-what are you doing?”

      “Sublimation~!”

      The Rooster heroine wrote in the air that said Healing, watchingthe words glow magically then vanishing. She placed her hands onto Shinso, the young man glowing for a second. Soon, the blood slowly vanished and the purple haired hero looking less pale. However, Onagadori suddenly coughed and blinked when blood spilled down her own chin and felt a searing pain down her throat.

       “Onagadori! That’s enough! You know what Master Fu said about using your Miraculous carelessly!” Shinkusame warned as he pulled her back from Shinso, who looked completely healed, “Using the Rooster can have serious consequences depending on the power you use!”

       “But Shinso-kun is healed,” The Rooster Heroine said logically, wiping the blood from herself with her sleeve, “And the pain is gone, see?” 

       “Still…”

       The Rooster heroine softened at the Shark hero’s expression and reached a hand out to squeeze his hand, assuring she was alright. He tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace than one that looks comforted.

       “Maybe hide and power down for now, feed Orikko and take a break.” Shinso suggested as he then had a thought, “Actually, maybe it’s best you guard the base to make sure that Gevaudan and Tsuburaba stay in their prison until we win.”

      “Why do that since we kinda need the numbers to go against the rest of them?” Chargebolt questioned, “They took two of our guys and we took two of theirs. Meaning if we let Onagadori stay back, it will four of us against five of them.”

      “And you clearly said that the most dangerous of all of them are Vine and Star Stallion, not to mention Krush,” Carapace added with a huff, “Nevermind what Long Weizi and Ayání are capable of?”

       “I have a plan that we could try with the three of us, since I know they’ll probably have Vine on base along with Ayáni since I know her Miraculous is basically super god-like strength. Meaning there’s no way we can snatch our teammates back,” Shinso was tapping his chin while the electric hero gulped.

       “Wait, snatching back teammates in the enemy bases is allowed??” Chargebolt then blinked, “Okay, it makes sense why you’re making Onagadori stay behind then—Hold up, you said three of us?“

       Shinso nodded, “Shinkusame has to stay with Onagadori and watch her back in case someone tries to sneak attack at the base she’s guarding while we’re away.”

       “Fair…” Carapace hummed, “So…it’s just you, me and Chargebolt?”

       “Hold on!” The blond stepped in, looking worried, “Three against five of them seems a bit of a stretch?! You sure that your grand plan would work with our numbers?“

       “It’s not about the numbers. It’s about how we can use our skills to take them down. And we can take them down,” Shinso said confidently, before looking at the Turtle and Electric heroes, “Here’s what we’re going to do.”

  Hawks tilted his head while witnessing four winged teens in masks and costumes flying in his airspace and almost perked up. 

    ‘Well, you don’t see that everyday~’

    Spreading his own wings, he flew after them, even speeding up and appearing right in front of them.

    “I believe you guys are too early to be flying South for the Winter. May I ask who you little birdies are~?”

    The girl in the Owl motif floated forward in front of the Pro-Hero and huffed, arms folded as her golden like wings flapped to match with her mood, “And what if we don’t tell you?”

     Hawks was amused at the attitude and grinned, “Well, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask to show me your Heroes’ license. Or at least, if you have the permission to be flying around and skipping school~?”

    He watched their expressions for a moment, and saw they were blank faced. Oh, they were good. But it didn’t help that their flight pattern was heading straight towards….The Heroes’ Association building? 

       Hawks found that suspicious. Why would four teens be flying straight there? Unless they had an agenda.

     “I am sorry, but we aren’t heroes,” The one in the darkest of attire, almost like the night sky, spoke politely while bowing her head, “We are just passing through…”

     “Is that right?” Hawks tilted his head as he glanced behind him before looking back at the girl, “What’s your names?”

     “…Lady Lunaire,” The girl introduced herself, then pointed to one in red, the one in black and white and then the huffy golden girl, “My companions are Hayabusa, Kitsutsuki and Tawny Talons.”

      Hawks’ eyes sharpened for a second, “….Those are heroic like names, if I do say so. Yet you say you aren’t heroes? Or at least perhaps heroes in training? Sidekicks to someone maybe?”

      “We do not want any trouble, Hawks,” Kitsutsuki spoke up seriously, his eyes narrowed, “It is true we are not some vigilantes that you might be worried about. We just are practicing our new quirks and wish to be left alone. We do not have classes today.”

      Technically, he wasn’t lying. At the moment, classes were not in session in favour of the Joint Training happening.

      Hawks chuckled, “Well, well, is that so?”

      He paused for a moment. 

      ‘It seems these four are operating alone. I don’t sense anyone else following them, nor any sign of being watched by any means. Which means…’

       They are going against U.A.’s back. But the question is, why?

        “Well, since you little ones are practicing on your flight, why don’t I join you?”

       All four of them looked surprised.

       Hawks gave a happy smile, almost having an aura similar to All Might.

       “Who can be a better teacher than me~? The Winged Hero~”

       Hayabusa and Tawny Talons looked like they were going to explode, but both were easily held back by the other two. So it seems both Lady Lunaire and Kitsutsuki are the level headed ones, but it was obvious who was the leader among the bunch.

       “Er, w-we don’t want to waste your time…” Lady Lunaire started, but the hero waved her off.

      “Nonsense~!” Hawks smiled as he flew above them now, keeping his public smile that he usually uses for the press and many others of the social media stance, “What kind of hero would I be if I didn’t look out for those in need~?”

    A male wearing a Jiangshi like costume closed the prison bars before looking back at his teammates, “And with that, we're two for two. We gotta pick up the pace if we’re going to win this thing.”

     The Buffalo like Heroine scratched her head, groaning while looking at Froppy and Anima, “For real. It seems that they’re stepping up their game faster than we are despite that we got a solid game plan.”

     “You used me as a decoy for an ambush? Ah, what a sinful act of deception,” A green haired girl placed her hands together with a tearful sigh, “I fear I must whip you now.”

     Ayání felt herself sweat drop, “Aw, c’mon! WE had to! That way they won’t be able to see Krush or Star Stallion coming!”      Long Weizi folded his arms with a frown, “And yet they managed to capture our biggest tank and long range in seconds. It's disappointing that we lost them, but this meanswe might have to change our strat…”

      Star Stallion suddenly appeared through their portal and the hero narrowed their eyes, “Krush spotted Shinso, Chargebolt and Carapace coming full throttle.“

      “What???” Long Weizi frowned, “Just the three of them? Does this mean they think that they are too confident to take all of us on?”

     “If that's the case…”

     Vine let her green locks grow, sharpening them into long tendrils and the thorns looking like they could cut through anything. The ever religious like woman’s eyes then darkened, her quirk increasing like deadly snares.

     “I must chastise them. Devious schemes are hallmarks of defilement.”

      Star Stallion frowned as they tapped their chin, ‘It’s still strange. Coming at us head on when they know they cannot beat us three to five. What are they really planning?’

      “By the power of my true name: Vine. I will judge the wretched schemers,” Vine stared off as she focused her vines going forth, “Via Dolorosa! Locations.”

       “Oh! Right,” Star Stallion looked back into their portal as they looked around, “Krush. Do you know how close they are coming?”

       Krush, using his invisibility, was high in the skies before floating towards Star Stallion.

       “Ten o'clock. Twelve o'clock. Two o'clock. They've fanned out and are heading this way!”

       Star Stallion nodded, moving back and looking to their teammates to inform them. 

       Long Weizi hummed, already looking like he’s calculating their next move, “If all three of them are approaching, they must know where we are. Is there anyone on their team who has recon powers?”

       “Not as far as I know…unless…” Star Stallion cursed under their breath, ‘Shinso used to have the Rabbit…meaning he might’ve been through this before. Or maybe Onagadori used her Sublimation…’

       “One person captured.” Vine announced with a serious gaze, “I will drag them into the light.”

      “Be ready for anything. We don't know who it is!” The Dragon Shroud warned, narrowing his eyes under his cover, “Chargebolt could be coming in hot.”

      “You’re right about that!”

       Chargebolt grinned as he was pulled in, looking over at the enemy team despite being tied up.

       “Sucks to be you! Hope you had a good time.” 

         Clicking his fingers, his eyes shone behind his shades as sparks flew from his finger tips.

       “'Cause you guys about to taste a mega-whooping shock!”

      “A sacrificial lamb. Faith's Shield!”

      Vines grew around Chargebolt and soon more green grew into a giant wall around herself and the rest of Team B.

       “The many layers of vines have sealed off his electricity, and even if anything gets through, the shield will cast it aside. It's a perfect protector.”

        “That’s where you’re wrong!”

         Suddenly, a green shield came flying in as it sliced the vines holding the electrical hero tightly, then a flying scarf wrapped itself around Chargebolt’s waist and pulling him back into the shadows. The shield that was flying in the air like a boomerang clanked and bounced off the many pipes around them, then disappeared into the darkness as well. This got Team B nervous.

        “Crap!” Long Weizi growled as he clicked his gauntlet, raising his arm like pointing a gun, “They are trying to pick at us one by one while hiding in the shadows until they can surprise attack us!”

        Krush voice sounded somewhere above them, “Unlucky for them, they won’t be seeing me or Star Stallion coming. Be ready for when we bring them out, we capture them.”

       “Oh we’ll be ready!” Ayání  was cracking her knuckles with a smirk, “I’m itching for a fight anyways~”

       “Remember, our goal is to take them to our prison base so we can win,” The scale covered hero murmured with a frown, “Don’t let you guard down.”

       “Vine, heads up!”

        Vine blinked and looked around, “Krush-san—?”

        Suddenly, her eyes glazed over as she stared off into space, alerting both Long Weizi and Ayání.

       “No! That wasn't me talking just now! It was Shinso's voice modifier!” Krush appeared in front of the two, looking panicked and worried for the green haired girl, “That means that he’s close by!”

       “Oh god, it’s starting!” The Buffalo heroine growled, “Quick! Don’t turn away and let’s keep facing each other so we know that none of us are speaking and won’t respond no matter what!”

       “Guys! Help! Carapace captured me!”

       The trio froze, hearing Star Stallion’s voice. But….was it really them? Or was it Shinso again?

       ‘I can't tell where the voice came from. He's using echoes to hide his position.’ The Jiangshi wearing hero was glancing around, as if trying to pinpoint where the voice came from, “Ayání, wake up Shio—”

      Before he could finish his sentence, he turned his head and watched a capture weapon wrap around Vine and pull her into the shadows. Ayání growled and was about to call out but then yelped when a green blur knocked her away and into the pipes. Krush was about to use his own powers, but an electrical thunderbolt was shot his way, pushing him in the opposite direction and into the shadows as well.

       This left Long Weizi all by himself.

       “Whew. Who would’ve thought taking them down would be this easy~?”

       The scale-covered hero kept his arms up, ready to shoot but won’t respond to Kaminari’s voice.

      “I know right? It’s as if they didn’t expect we could be using the pipes to our advantage. Oh, and Shinso’s quirk and Persona Chord too, let’s not forget about that~!“

      ‘Carapace. Meaning that they really are close by. But where?’

      “SHELLTER!”

      A green shield was now formed around Long Weizi, and Shinso jumped out in front of him along with Chargebolt and Carapace.

       “…You lose.” 

        “Not quite~”

        A bright portal appeared as suddenly Chargebolt was grabbed and pulled in while another portal appeared and kicked Carapace into the same portal the electric hero was captured in. Star Stallion jumped out of the portal and huffed, standing in front of the shocked Shinso with a brave look.

       “You forget, I’m still here.”

        “Even if Star Stallion and Long Weizi manage to take down Shinso, there’s still Onagadori and Shinkusame to worry about. It’s just lucky that when Chargebolt and Carapace took down Vine, Ayání and Krush, they were taken to their jail thanks to Onagadori’s power of Sublimation to get the enemies into the prison cell without breaking the rules of Teleportation like Star Stallion or even Bonnie Blanche’s portals.” Avarius murmured, arms folded as he looked at the screen, “Either way, it seems Team A might win this if Shinso manages to take down those two.”

       “This is honestly the best match so far! Even if it is the first!” Trickster Tail punched the air in excitement, eyes shining, “Plus, Marc has improved so well! They’re able to fight on their own and they pretty much excelled with the Horse Miraculous!” 

      Deku stared at the screen for a moment and sighed, closing his notebook, ‘I was hoping Shinso wouldn’t be against Marc this time around…’

      Star Stallion stared at Shinso for a moment before they opened a portal for Long Weizi, who was free after Carapace’s Shellter had vanished.

      “Go for their base and wait for me. Don’t get spotted. We will take down Onagadori and Shinkusame together after I take out Shinso.”

      The male with scales nodded, silently going through the portal and Horse Hero closed it before Shinso could think of grabbing the dragon shroud.

      Shinso was tightening his grip around his capture weapon, narrowing his eyes at the remaining hero.

     “…You’re pretty good,” He tilted his head as he touched the knob of his Persona Chord, using Felix’s voice and the other hero’s eyes sharpened. 

      Star Stallion raised a hand and started making signals, and Shinso felt annoyed. Ah, it would seem the other had learnt sign language from Sam and Adrien. Meaning, there was no way they would speak back and get caught into Shinso’s quirk.

     —Nice try. You are not going to fool me this way—

    Star Stallion was quick to make their move, going for a kick as Shinso managed to block it with his arms. He used his capture weapon to try and tie up the Horse hero, but Star Stallion was agile enough to use their portal and jumped into it, disappearing. Cursing, Shinso looked around and kept his guard up, trying to find out where Star Stallion was going to strike from next.

     ‘Marc really has trained hard with Sir Nighteye and Lemillion. Considering Lemillion could do the same with his quirk, moving around without detection would be a breeze for them.’

     Shinso suddenly felt pain at his back and groaned, his body flying and hit a large pipe. Star Stallion stood with their leg up and jumping out of the portal.

      “Face it. I’ve gotten a lot better at portal-jumping and I know your moves by now,” Star Stallion murmured in a serious tone, holding up a horse shoe with eyes shining, “Once I take you down, my teammate and I will be getting Kagami and Eijiro…and I will win this match.”

       Shinso groaned as he struggled to get up, already trying to calculate his next move. Deciding to fuck it and go for it, he made a run at them with his capture weapon. Star Stallion closed their eyes, and suddenly their body glowed and in the Horse Hero’s place was—

     Shinso’s eyes widened as he skidded to a stop, his fist almost hitting Rose’s face but managed to stop in time. Rose stared up at him with big eyes, as if begging him not to hurt her. The purple haired male knew that this was Marc’s quirk in the work to try and trick him, but his heart wasn’t letting him think logically. Rose smirked as she suddenly pushed Shinso into the portal, and Shinso ended up in the prison with everyone else.

     “Woah! Who would’ve thought Marc had it in them to pull that stunt,” Chat Noir pointed out, tilting his head as Neim chuckled, “Hey, what’s so funny?”

     “It’s hilarious that Marc actually took my advice to use their newfound quirk during the match,” The Snake Hero said, impressed, “To be honest, I also thought that they were not going to take my words to heart. But considering that we were trained by Nighteye…I wouldn’t be surprised if Star Stallion becomes a really tough opponent against the bad guys. Makes me glad they’re on our side,”

      Deku still looked worried, and Chat wondered why. So he walked over to the boy focusing on the screen, the green haired male chewing on his lower lip to the point of almost drawing blood.

     “Izuku?”

      The One-For-All user blinked and turned to the cat hero, “Huh?”

      “You okay? You look freaked out?”

      “…I almost thought Shin-kun might’ve lost it when Marc pulled that move,” Izuku murmured as he gripped his notebook, “A part of me thought that he was going to be pissed off because of Marc trying to pull that stunt of using Rose’s face into the fight, that he could’ve went berserk with blind rage.”

      Chat Noir hummed, “Yeah well, it wasn’t like Shinso was going to murder someone using Rose’s face to distract him.”

      He was totally joking, but he felt his heart plummet at seeing the face Izuku was making…as if it wasn’t a joke at all and that was a real possibility. 

      “Oh.”

      “Yeah…”

      A sound was heard and both Chat Noir and Deku looked up to see that Star Stallion trying to get to Onagadori and Shinkusame along with Long Weizi, the two remaining of Team B trying to take them by surprise. However, the Horse Hero was easily taken down by the Shark Hero’s weapon and Onagadori using her powers of the Rooster to trap them. She managed to dodge the dragon shroud’s shooting of their reptile like scales before the Shark Hero summoned a huge tidal wave thanks to some water from the pipes. 

      “The First Match goes to Team A!” Vlad announced out loud, even though he looked disappointed.

      “Wow, that was…anti-climatic?” Mineta sounded with a huff beside Izuku, rolling his eyes, “Would’ve thought that horse dude and lizard guy would’ve taken Kirishima and his girlfriend down like he did with the others.“

      Trickster Tail and Avarius frowned at the short grape boy, but decided to ignore him.

       Uravity smiled and clapped her hands, “All right!”

      “Yes! Expertly done.” Ingenium agreed, nodding his head.

      “That was a close call…” Deku murmured to himself, as he then closed his eyes and sighed, “Welp, that ended as much as I thought it would,”

         Chat Noir had a feeling that was a Rabbit thing.

         “With his voice changing support item and the binding cloth along with the upgraded quirk, he's completely different from the person I fought at the sports festival,” The green haired male continued and then frowned, “I’m sure he's been training hard this whole time without us knowing. Especially…”

         He went quiet. And Chat Noir knew what he was thinking.

         ‘Especially if Shinso was from a time where they failed.’

     “Can’t believe I fell for a stupid trick like that.”

     Chargebolt was glad to be out of the prison, but when he met up with his teammates to congratulate Kirishima and Kagami for the win, he hung back to see Shinso beating himself up. Walking over to him, he placed his hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

     “Hey, don’t put yourself down like that, dude. If anything, your plan worked pretty well until Star Stallion got the jump on you. Nobody could’ve predicted everything,” Kaminari said in assurance, smiling, “For someone who's not used to this? You had solid intuition. No one got too hurt. And I needed to be rescued, too. This kinda thing just comes with the territory, I guess.”

     The words were all too familiar with Shinso, feeling his gut twist and Kaminari continued with genuine kindness that still made Shinso’s heart sting. This time too…

      “I know you have this whole vibe to you as if you weren't planning on making friends and tough it out on your own but…I like you, Shinso! You're totally a future hero.”

     “I know you said earlier you weren't planning on making friends. But I like you, Shinso. You're totally a future hero.”

      “Woah! S-shinso! Are you crying?!”

       The hypnotic male blinked as he felt wetness down his cheeks and soon turned away, rubbing at his eyes for a moment. Why in the world am I getting emotional now? Kaminari is still alive and well. He’s still here.

      The electric hero rubbed at his neck, looking awkward for a moment before speaking up again.

      “Look, dude, I don't think we could have won this fight without you. So…don’t be upset, okay?”

     Shinso looked back at him and shook his head, “I'm not nearly where I need to be. I can't let others carry me. I need to grow strong enough to able to save everyone on my own.”

       “But you’re not on your own!”

       Shinso looked over to see Nino powered down along with Kirishima and Kagami. The Turtle hero walked over and smacked the hypnotic hero in the face, shocking their team for a moment.

      “Er, Lahiffe-san—“ Asui chirped, but squawked when Nino started yelling.

      “REMEMBER WHAT YOU TOLD ME BEFORE THE MATCH?!”

       “What if I fail this time around too?”

        Shinso was adjusting his mask when he looked up at Carapace, who was looking down at his shield with worry.

       “What are you talking about?” He asked, and the Turtle Hero sighed.

        “What if…it’s gonna be like Sombre Swift? What if I mess up the team like that time?”

       “You’re…still worried about that?” Shinso asked in surprise, “Nino, that wasn’t your fault.”

       “But it was. If only I worked harder to not be caught in the Akuma’s trap that time? I-if I wasn’t distracted by Alya being akumatized and how she was hurt—“ 

       “Hey!”

        Shinso placed a hand onto Carapace’s shoulder, squeezing it.

        “What happened with Cesaire wasn’t your fault or anyone else’s. She made her choice. A poor one at that. And besides…you’re not alone in this,” Shinso murmured as he tried to grin, “We’ll win this. Together. So let’s work together and kick the other guys’ asses, yeah?”

        Nino frowned as he punched Shinso’s arm, “We won! While it was sorta a sloppy start and middle, we managed in the end! Not to mention if your plan didn’t go through, we wouldn’t have gotten out the toughest of them like Krush and the tank people like that beast guy and Jessica Keynes.”

        “He’s right.” Asui nodded as she bowed her head, “If anything, I should be the one apologising. We didn’t take into account of how we would work together and jumped the gun a bit by winging most of the things. We could’ve taken some time to plan properly instead of learning about each other’s powers and quirks…” 

      Shinso stared at his team, and sighed while looking at his capture weapon, “Still…it’s frustrating…”

      “There's a reason that they call it training.” Eraserhead interrupted as he walked towards them along with Amelie, “You all worked hard, but putting your training into practice is a different story when on a battle field that might be a little different than what you’ve previously learnt. Move on, but don't forget this feeling.”

     “…Right,” Shinso sighed as he looked down at his capture weapon, then took a deep breath.

      Izuku watched how Aizawa was lecturing Team A quietly, mostly telling them what they could improve on for the next time. On the other hand, Vlad King was yelling at his students on why and how they lost, Izuku even sweat dropping when he watched how the teacher was hovering over them angrily.

      ‘It’s going the same in a way. Which means….’

      “What a shame. But I learned something swell~” 

       Whisketeer perked up as she and Phantom Thief were walking side by side together to meet with their teammates, the Mouse Heroine tilting her head when he spoke.

       “A-and…? What’s that?” She asked.

        Phantom Thief smirked as he chuckled.

      “My dear Mouse, Shinso was remarkable. However, we might have to up our game with our own ace.”

      “Our own ace?” 

      The blond nodded his head towards Thunderbird, and grinned.

      “I heard that this one has extraordinary abilities. I can’t wait to work with him to crush Class A~” Turning on his friendly charm, the Copy Cat like quirk user waved his hand towards Thunderbird, “Soul-san, buddy! Let's come up with a plan to make Class A cry like toddlers! You're a perfect addition! Let's destroy the always-in-danger Class A and humiliate them!”

     Thunderbird blinked as he pointed to himself, then glanced over at Lady Dragon, “Is he talking to me?”

     “Er, don’t mind him,” The one named Nirengeki Shoda spoke up, smiling weakly, “Take a lesson from us and tune him out as much as you can.”

     “Right…” Thunderbird sweat-dropped while Lady Dragon looked amused.

      Izuku stopped listening to them for now and turned to the Fox Heroine next to him, then glanced at the mirage of Ladybug, Dynamight, Shoto and Queen Bee interacting with each other. Sighing, he shook his head.

     “How long can you keep up this facade?”

      Trickster Tail gave a wink and a smile, twirling her flute between her fingers, “As long as I can. Luckily, we’ve managed to train our Miraculous to not time out too quickly and we can stay in our forms long enough so we don’t tire out physically.”

       “Still…it won’t be long until the teachers notice.”

      ‘And the possibility that there are worse things that are about to happen…’

      “Ah, Deku? Shouldn’t we start planning?” Uravity chirped but then noticed he was distracted and frowned, “Hey, a-are you okay?”

     “Hm? Oh,” The green haired male looked over and smiled weakly, “You’re right. Um, we should start coming up with a plan, too. Let's brainstorm some ideas about how we can best approach our match.”

     Trickster Tail went quiet as she watched them go, but then noticed Lupina coming her way. ‘Ah great…’

     “Got something to say, Lassie~?” The Fox heroine joked, and Lupina’s gave her a hard glare.

     “Don’t be cocky thinking you’re safe, Kubdel.” She huffed, then leaned closer to the pink haired girl and whispered, “As far as I’m concerned, I’m closer to Izuku than you’ll ever be. So you better watch your back.”

      ‘Guess you can’t truly change a fox’s nature that fast. Izuku doesn’t see it yet.’ Trickster Tail thought warily, but then gave a sharp smile.

      “I love a challenge. Bring it on, Rossi.”

     Lady Lunaire felt her eye twitch at seeing Hawks floating above them lazily, his wings flapping while humming some tune to himself as they flew over the city.

     “This is getting us nowhere.” Hayabusa growled impatiently, whispering next to the Raven Heroine, “Let’s ditch this chicken nugget and head towards where we need to be!”

      “How do we shake him off though?” Kitsutsuki questioned, looking back to see if Hawks was listening to them, then looked at his teammates, “Let’s not forget he’s the fastest hero around. He’s not one of the top ten heroes of Japan for nothing.”

       “Maybe we need to find a distraction?” Tawny Talons suggested, then brought her hands up and created claws on her finger tips with a smirk, “But what if we all take him down by surprise then fly away?”

       “Not a bad idea.” The Falcon hero hummed, but Lady Lunaire shook her head.

       “No, maybe we can use him to our advantage…”

       Hawks noticed the teens whispering among themselves, but it doesn’t look like they realise that he has pretty good hearing despite having his headphones on. Actually, he turned off his noise cancelling mode to listen in on them.

     ‘They think they could get ride of me, huh? Maybe I’lll play along for now and see what they’re up to…’

     Before he could start his act, he paused when he felt a disturbance in the air. Frowning, he looked up and blinked when he spotted five mysterious figures in the distance. 

     “WE ARE GANG OF SECRETS~! AND WE WISH TO FIND LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR AND FIND OUT THEIR SECRETS THEN STEAL THEIR MIRACULOUS!”

      Hawks straightened as he spotted what seems to be a giant pink slime monster, a stoned monster, two gigantic robots and another flying teen with a bow and arrows.

     “Oh great,” He heard the one named Tawny Talons speak up, “What are Horrificator, Stoneheart, Gamer, Robostus and Dark Cupid doing here?!”

     “And all the way here…does this mean that new Hawkmoth is here too?” 

      Lady Lunaire figured as much, but she didn’t think she would see her akumatized ex-classmates here of all places.

     “You know them?” Hawks questioned, then the Raven Heroine nodded.

      Kitsutsuki narrowed his eyes before he spoke up, “I believe we should handle them—“ 

     “No, you kids stay here. Let a licensed hero handle this.”

     “But—“

     Hawks wasn’t listening as he flew off towards the villains. 

     The Woodpecker Miraculous holder had a bad feeling about this.

     “Good. Since he’s gone, we can get going.” Lady Lunaire stated as she started flying the opposite direction, Hayabusa murmuring a ‘finally!’ before following suit. 

      Kitsutsuki blinked, then looked distraught as he pointed at Hawks flying around the akumatized villains, “But we have to help him! If they really are Akumas—“

     “But if Marinette appears as Ladybug, then she’ll be chased and captured by Tsurugi Industries or my mother,” Tawny Talons argued as she had her hands over her hips, “Besides, Blasty has a point. The time is now for us to sneak away and go with our mission. We can come back and help the bird brain once we’re done.”

     The Woodpecker bit his lower lip. He couldn’t get rid of that sinking feeling in his gut that was telling him that something was going to go wrong. His instinct screaming to retreat. He looked back to see Hawks flying around to attack them, then was joined by other heroes coming on the scene.

      It seemed that the red and white haired male had no other choice.

      “…Okay, let’s go.”

      “Perfect, let’s catch up to Lady Lunaire and Hayabusa!” 

      Tawny Talons took the lead and flew higher in the sky to stay hidden in the clouds like the other two did, Kitsutsuki following suit. Looking back at Hawks once more, the young hero took this moment to silently apologise to him in his mind before flying after his friends. 

       Soon, they reached their destination in record time, already landing themselves in an alleyway and checking out a building across the street that was not too far from the Heroes’ Association. 

    “The Japanese Branch of Tsurugi Industries,” The Falcon Hero murmured, narrowing his eyes, “The main branch, apparently.“

     “How do you think we can sneak in?” Lady Lunaire questioned, looking at the giant guards at the entrance of the building, “Looks like they have heavy security.”

      “…I think I know one way.” 

     Everyone looked to Tawny Talons as she then murmured something before de-transforming, holding Teena in her hands.

     “Chloe?! What are you doing?!”

     “If Mme. Tsurugi and my mother are working together with Gabriel Agreste, then it’s a given that they are looking for me along with Adrien and Kagami.”

     “…You’re planning to walk as bait.” Hayabusa finished, looking as if approving.

     Chloe nodded, “Once they have me inside, I can transform and get you guys in somehow.”

     “That’s pretty risky…” Kitsutsuki said unsurely, worry in his mismatched eyes, “Maybe we should think of another way…?”

     “There is no time to think of another way. We do this now or we lose our best lead.” Chloe hissed and pursed her lips, “Otherwise why are we here at all?”

    “Chloe is right,” Lady Lunaire said strongly then nodded, “Alright, Chloe. We’ll go with your plan.”

     Kitsutsuki wanted to argue, his gut feeling growing stronger by the minute and telling him this was a terrible idea, but his voice died down when Chloe placed both the Bee and Owl Miraculous in her purse before storming herself towards the building. The trio watched as the blonde started yelling and screaming at the guards, putting up her bratty act which she was really good at. But then suddenly the guards grabbed her arms, lifting her up easily off the floor and started dragging her inside the building.

    The Woodpecker Hero stood with panic, “Chloe-san—“

    “Hold on, Icyhot!” Hayabusa pulled him back into hiding with a hiss, “This was part of the plan, remember?”

    “What if something bad happens to her because we held back and hesitated?” Kitsutsuki argued back with gritted teeth, worrying Lady Lunaire a little, “For all we know, they could hurt her or worse?“

     “As if Audrey Bourgeois would do that. She needs Chloe, remember?” The Raven heroine hummed before she bit her lower lip, “Now we wait for the signal to sneak in…”

     Chloe frowned as she was immediately thrown into a room, and wasn’t too surprised when seeing Tomoe Tsurugi and Audrey Bourgeois together.

      “Clara—er, Chloe!” The fashion diva huffed as she sauntered over to the teenage girl, grabbing her chin and hissing, “Where is your sister and the others?”

      “If you’re looking for my pathetic half of a sister along with Adrikins and Tsurugi, then you’re out of luck.” Chloe retorted back smartly, “Even if I did know where they were, it’s not like I’ll ever tell—“ 

      SMACK!

       Chloe’s eyes were wide as she stared off into the side with her cheek flaming in dulled pain, Audrey glaring down at her.

      “How dare you talk back to your mother!”

      “Mother…?” Chloe scoffed as she bravely looked back at her with a sharp smile, “Is that what you’re calling yourself now? After all these years?”

      “You ungrateful brat! I have given you everything!”

      “No, Daddy gives me everything. YOU WERE NEVER THERE!”

      Tomoe sighed tiredly, “Disappointing that you do not have control over your own child. You and Gabriel both.”

      Audrey huffed, looking back at the blind woman, “You’re one to talk, considering your own daughter is gone too.”

      Chloe took this opportunity while they were distracted with their small arguing, patting at her pocket for a second, Pollen peeked out from there. The blonde nodded her head to the door, and the Kwami nodded back with a worried look. Pollen took a hold of the hairpin of a Miraculous in her tiny nubs and soon was flying out of there, phasing through the walls.

      When Audrey turned back to Chloe, the teenager just stared boredly, which pissed off her mother more.

      “I’ll ask you one more time Cathy—Chloe. Where are the other children?”

      Chloe was quiet for a second before she hissed, “I am never going to tell you. Even if you torture me.”

     Audrey smirked, “Oh. That could be arranged~”

       “….This is taking too long. We should go after her!”

       For the nth time, The Falcon wearing Miraculous holder pulled the Woodpecker holder down once more with tired eyes, “And we have told you before, and the other times in the last five minutes since Blondie went in, we wait until it’s clear to sneak in!”

       Lady Lunaire tapped her lower lip with her thumb in a nervous tic, wondering if Kitsutsuki  is right and that maybe they should go in now since it’s been already more than five minutes. 

      It was then that an explosion sounded not far from them, the trio turning to see that Hawks was flying past them, being chased by Dark Cupid. The fight is still going on and there is no one stopping these akumas.

      Lady Lunaire huffed as she soon grabbed for her earrings and handed it to Hayabusa, “Switch to being Boom Beetle, purify the akumas and do the cleansing spell! It’s the only way to stop all this!”

     Once Bakugo de-transformed, Shoto also powered down with wide eyes as he watched Lady Lunaire surrender her Miraculous to the blond.

     “What are you doing?! What about Chloe-san?!”

     It was then Pollen appeared with the hairpin and chirped, “My Queen is in trouble!”

     “Shoto, assist Boom Beetle as King Stinger. Keep the Falcon and Woodpecker Miraculous safe and sound. I’ll go in and get Chloe back and get the information we need,” The Raven Heroine instructed as she stood, “Everything will be fine. Just be back as soon as the akumas are stopped and gone.”

      Shoto wanted to say more, to tell her about his instincts and how it was making his senses go haywire as if danger is approaching—but he felt Pollen nudge his hand and sighed. Placing the Bee Miraculous through his hair, he transformed into King Stinger, then he and Boom Beetle were swinging off to take down the villains and help the Pro-Heroes.

     The Raven Heroine bit her lower lip before she took a breath, and looked to the building before her. She closed her eyes, and when she opens them again, her eyes were glowing a dark violet hue that had an air of old magic in them. Her whole body was then covered in a shadowy aura, the wispy entity now blending into the ground and slipping towards the building across the road. The shadow paused, seeing the door that is now unlock at the side of the building, a door that was opened by Pollen when she escaped. Slipping past the door and closing it behind them, the shadow soon formed back into Lady Lunaire, sighing as she looked around. The hallways were empty, which was odd considering it’s supposed to be highly secure and heavily guarded. 

     ‘I guess I just have to find where Chloe is…’ The girl started walking, readying her powers to blend into the shadows just in case she hears someone coming but then stopped when she heard shouting, ‘Chloe?’

      Lady Lunaire sneakily blended into the walls as a shadow and followed the sound, concern filling her. She just hoped the blonde wasn’t getting herself into deeper trouble than she was already in. Eventually, she found the room that Chloe was in and found a dark corner to perch herself in while listening in. Chloe sat tied upon a chair while Audrey was behind her with scissors in hand. Lady Lunaire quietly gasped as she noticed that Chloe’s usual ponytail was now just undone and unevenly cut. 

      ‘Is Audrey Bourgeois crazy?!’

      “Are you crazy!?” Chloe yelled as she was kicking her feet around and turned her head to look at her mother, snarling, “CUTTING MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR IS YOUR FORM OF TORTURE?!”

       “Well, I could go for violence but then that would get me int trouble~ Plus, I don’t like getting my hands dirty~” Audrey huffed, then smirked, “Besides, you’re your mother’s daughter after all. If you’re anything like me, this is one of the worst things that could happen to you~….Legally, of course~”

      “I am NOTHING LIKE YOU AT ALL! AND I NEVER WILL BE!” Chloe yelled back, “How many times must I say it? I’d rather be a commoner that eats cheap sushi from a grocery store than to be you any day!”

     A gasp escaped Audrey as she snipped another strand of hair of Chloe’s, who screamed out once more.

     ‘Well, at least she’s not in total danger,’ Lady Lunaire thought and glanced around the room.

     “This is completely a waste of time, Audrey-san,” Tomoe spoke up from her chair, sighing as she stood, “Perhaps we should bring her in?”

     “I can handle my own daughter, Tomoe,” Audrey snorted as she looked at the scissor in hand, “No need to bother that Sovereign whatever to this when she’s already busy.”

      ‘Sovereign?’ Lady Lunaire thought in confusion, and Chloe clocked in.

      “That your boss? Hah!” Chloe threw her head back before looking back at the ladies with a smirk, “Didn’t think the great Audrey Bourgeois worked for anyone. Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!”

      “If you do not have a handle on this girl, then I will,” Tomoe soon stood, stalking over to the younger blonde before stopping in front of her, “Tell us where Adrien Agreste and Kagami are, and you shall not be harmed.”

       “You’ve already been trying to get something outta me for, what? Fifteen minutes? And all you two morons have done is make my hair a horrendous mess—which,  bee tee dubs?” Chloe soon started screeching loudly, making Lady Lunaire wince, “ONCE I GET OUT OF THIS? I SWEAR, YOU’RE GONNA BE IN A WORLD OF HURT FOR RUINING MY HAIR—“

      Tomoe was already walking away, Audrey for once looking sort of nervous before the blind woman touched something on the wall.

      “Truly, such a disappointment. I believe your mother is too soft on you. And I thought her husband was weak,” Tomoe stated, before another door opened beside her and stepping out were two men in white coats and goggles, “Perhaps it is time for the Good Doctor to make use of fresh meat for his experiments…”

      “Hold on! Carol—I-I mean, Chloe, is mine to deal with!” Audrey stomped her heel to the ground, pointing her scissor at the Asian woman before Chloe gulped when the two men were lifting her off the chair while still tied up, “You can’t just interfere—“

      “Audrey Bourgeois. I tire of your hesitation,” Tomoe drawled with a quirk of her brow, “Your tactic of getting answers from your child is something as ludicrous as cutting hair is honestly a waste of time for everyone involved. If you truly want to be one of us and succeed…”

      Chloe squeaked as she was thrown into what seems to be a glass container and was trapped inside.

      “Then prove it.”

      Lady Lunaire took this moment to step in now as she raised her arms up and made the lights go out in the room. She quickly slithered herself towards Chloe, breaking her free from her prison. Grabbing her in her arms, the Raven Heroine soon made her way to the door, but squeaked when gun shots were fired.

      “Don’t let them escape!”

        BANG!

        Lady Lunaire didn’t stop running, even when she was out the building. She didn’t pause when she heard the pained sound coming from the blonde, only hearing the sound of her own heart beat ringing in her ear.

      The avian like heroine was panicked as she skidded to an alleyway, looking down at the fallen Chloe Bourgeois in her arms. Her shirt soaked in blood and the stain growing bigger around the wound that was inflicted on the heavily breathing blonde. Shaky sobs broke out from her, trying to keep herself together. De-transforming, Marinette tried to stop the bleeding on Chloe’s stomach, then looked up at a frightened looking Raven Kwami along with with an Owl Kwami, the very one that Chloe was using just a while ago.

      “W-what should I do? We need to get Chloe help!” Marinette sobbed as she tried to stop the bleeding.

      “We need to find those two boys you were with! And get back to the school!” Azzul stated, also looking scared. It seemed that the Kwamis have never seen anyone so close to death before.

       Marinette felt her stomach dropping, as she felt her heart spin.

      ‘I shouldn’t have removed my earrings. I shouldn’t have sent the boys off and gave my earrings away…and now…and now…’

     She held her hands onto her blond friend, her voice cracking as Chloe’s breathing started to slow.

     “Stay with me Chloe—Don’t die, don’t diepleasepleasePlease, please, please—“

     “Miss Marinette…”

      The girl just kept murmuring to herself, ignoring the Kwamis as she kept pressing her hands over Chloe’s chest over and over. And then, she let out a cry when one of the Kwamis spoke once more in sorrow.

       “I can’t hear a heart beat. I’m sorry Miss Marinette but…she’s gone.”

       “She what!?”

       “MIRACULOUS BOOM BEETLE!”

       Marinette gasped when she saw the magically ladybugs flying around them, including around Chloe as she no longer was bleeding profusely. Bakugo de-transformed along with Shoto as the two boys approached. Well, more like Shoto shoved Marinette away roughly to hold Chloe in his arms with wide eyes filled with horror and panic.

      “Spots, what happened?” Bakugo demanded as Tikki flew to her owner, “We managed to quickly take down the Akumas and purify them, but the so called Gang of Secrets were taken by the Heroes’ Association. What about Tsurugi Industries?!”

       “We were compromised!” Marinette hiccuped as she rubbed her eyes with her fists in frustration, “I-I wasn’t fast enough! Everything happened so fast—“

       “You said that you have it handled!” Shoto barked out with venom in his voice, holding Chloe close to him protectively, “Why did you let Chloe-san get hurt—?!”

        “Easy Icyhot! Calm your—“

        “DO NOT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! SHE GOT SOMEONE ALMOST KILLED AGAIN!”

         Memories of Rody writhing in pain as he was cataclysm’d came into Marinette’s mind, and suddenly the pigtail’d girl felt her world grow dark as she fainted in Bakugo’s arms. The explosive boy looked surprised, but held her close as he carried her properly in his arms.

        “We should head back.”

        “Kacchan.”

        Bakugo looked back to the source of the voice and felt himself narrow his eyes at Izuku standing in a portal made by Star Stallion, and the green haired boy looked sympathetic. Almost knowing.

         “…You knew.”

        Shoto paled as Izuku sighed.

        “I was hoping that Chloe wouldn’t be close to death this time around. But I suppose it was bound to happen.”

        “…What’s wrong with you?” Shoto breathed out with Chloe still in his arms, storming towards Izuku, “You speak as if you knew and didn’t care!”

        Izuku felt his blood boil, “That is not fair—!”

        “Whatever.” 

         Shoto grunted as he walked passed the green haired male, but not before checking his shoulder HARD against Izuku’s, making the other male wince. Bakugo carried Marinette and followed suit with awkward silence, Star Stallion closing the portal behind them before de-transforming. Trickster Tails noticed them back and soon dropped their illusion without anyone else knowing.

     Well, Shinso definitely noticed.

     ‘So it happened. But at least it wasn’t as bloody as the last time…’

      "LUCKY CH-"       "Not so fast Ladybug!" An akumatized villain yelled, throwing his spear at her. 

        Ladybug' eyes widened as the spear was coming her way. She was activating in the middle of her Lucky Charm, meaning that she had no way to defend herself in time. Chat Noir tried running towards her, but since he had been fighting with a multiplying Amok, he was too far from her. The same with Shinso and Eraserhead. 

       But there was one other person that was close by. 

       "LADYBUG!" 

        Chloe Bourgeois, using the persona “Honeybee” at this point in time, jumped in front of the spotted heroine and took the hit...and something that has never happened before just happened in front of Ladybug and Chat Noir. 

          The spear pierced right through the Bee Heroine.

          The suits were supposed to be indestructible. But not this time.           The blonde shakily looked down, choking up blood as she reached down to grip at the magical spear, before her eyes rolled back and dropped on the floor, bleeding out. This caused her Miraculous' magic to pulled back, revealing Honeybee's true identity while the hairclip in her hair fell to the ground, rusting into age and vanishing like dust in the wind.

       "CHLOE BOURGEOIS AGAIN?!" Not just the voice of Akuma sounded, but Hawkmoth’s as well. 

        Ladybug cried out in horror as the Lucky Charm dropped to the ground. She rushed to Chloe's side and held the young girl in her arms, tears in her eyes. Chat Noir was in shock as he dropped his staff and looked like he was going to be sick, while Eraserhead was blank-faced and Shinso looked conflicted. 

       Things were happening so fast, that Shinso spotted the Lucky Charm ,thanks to Barkk hiding in his scarf and pointing it out for him. He made the quick move to grab for it, getting the akumatized victim’s attention and releasing them from Hawkmoth’s hold. He managed to snap Ladybug out of it and make her use the spells to reverse everything…including preventing Chloe from dying.

        Shinso closed his eyes as he came back to reality, then opened his eyes again when he sensed someone walking towards him.

        “So….” Luka spoke quietly, noting the atmosphere at the moment then seeing Shoto asking Aizawa if he could take Chloe to Recovery Girl since it seems Chloe wasn’t feeling well, “Might I ask what is going on?”

       Shinso shook his head, “It’s hard to say…”

       Luka hummed, placing a hand onto his friend’s shoulder, squeezing it, “Your melody has such a heavy tone. That burden you’re holding inside is going to burst one day…”

       The male with eyebags under his eyes snorted, looking away. ‘A burden I must carry even to my grave.’

     “I’m telling you, I’m fine, Shoto-baby!”

       The dual quirk user of fire and ice scoffed angrily, not responding to the blonde’s words as he looked around the school’s clinic for some medicine. Apparently, Recovery Girl was on a break at the moment and this left Shoto with no choice but to tend to Chloe himself.

      ‘When you truly need the nurse, she’s not here. Typical.’

     “Shoto! Are you listening to me?”

      The boy turned to the huffy ex-heiress with a deadpanned stare, “How are you so calm? You almost died today.”

      “Well, I’m not dead, as you can see~” Chloe waved her arms around in exaggeration and pouted, “Besides, we had the Ladybug Miraculous. Meaning that whoever was holding it could easily reverse everything back to normal, including reviving me easily~ It happened with Rody, it can happen with anyone.”

      “...Are you crazy?” Shoto asked in disbelief, stepping up and almost looming over the blonde, “What if Bakugocouldn’t revive you in time, hm? What then?” 

      Chloe stared at him for a moment, her smile fading as she felt her heart stutter, “I-I—“ 

       “Don’t think that everything can be easily solved with just a wave of magic every time. What if we didn’t come back fast enough?! What if it was too late and you were truly gone?! The pain and suffering you’d put on our friends? Ever think of that?! Take this a bit seriously, because if things went differently, your death would destroy us! Destroy me!”

         “Shoto…”

         “Don’t think your life lightly, Chloe!”

          The blonde didn’t even realise she made him start crying after his yelling, and when she did, she looked frantic. She made grabbing hands at him and pulled him into a hug, choking out how sorry she made him feel.

       “Chloe-san…” Shoto sobbed out as he gripped the back of her cardigan, coughing a bit in his heaving, his body shaking, “Don’t…don’t jump into danger like that again! You hear m-me? Otherwise I will burn and freeze everything in this whole country!”

       While she should be worried about that sentence, she laughed a bit, “Hey, don’t be dramatic…”

       “I’m being dead serious. I don’t want to see anymore of the people I care about die!”

       “You…” Now Chloe really was stuttering, her cheeks reddening, “Y-You care about me?”

        “Yes! Of course I do!” Shoto bluntly said as he moved his head to stare into her eyes intensely, “I care about you greatly! You’re my friend and someone I trust and like being around!”

        “Friend…?” Chloe frowned, “Just a friend?”

        Shoto blinked before he then thought about it for a moment then hummed, “Maybe more so than a friend? Best friend? Although I see Midoriya and Bakugo like my best friends too, or like Sero and Iida. Like family? Well then again, my family and I aren’t that close, I mean—“

         Chloe folded her arms and stared at him, raising a brow, “You are seriously not this dense?”

         “Was there something wrong with what I said?” He asked in confusion.

        “Do you care about me the same way you care about say, Rody and Fei? Or even people like Marinette?” Chloe demanded, almost seething.

        Shoto tilted his head innocently, “Well, I care about everyone—“

       “Graaaaah! You are not going to pull an Adrien on me, imbécile!” 

        Shoto yelped when the front of his shirt was grabbed and Chloe was shaking him.

        “I ALMOST DIED TODAY AND YOU’RE TELLING ME YOU DON’T FEEL LIKE YOU LIKE ME, LIKE ME?”

         Shoto blinked slowly, “Like you, like you? What does that even mean?”

         “The same way like Tsurugi is with Kirishima? O-Or even Rody and Fei? OR even Rose, Juleka and Shinso?! Do you like me like you have weird feelings in your stomach and want to kiss me sort of way?!” Chloe explained desperately as she felt like sinking to the ground the more Shoto stared at her with a puzzled expression, “Aaaaand I have totally humiliated myself by talking nonsense because you don’t feel that way at all and I wanna crawl into a hole now, this is ridiculously embarrassing—“

      Shoto looked thoughtful for a moment before he glanced down at her lips for a moment. Another minute of awkward silence passed by and he leaned back and nodded his head.

      “While I am not an expert in the field, I remember Kaminari mentioning it a few times? This…kissing business?” He nonchalantly shrugged, “And I don’t find it unpleasant to try it with you?”

      Chloe felt her brain freeze. She stared at him as if he was joking, but considering the determined expression on his face, she knew he was being for real.

      “…You’re serious?” She breathed out while Shoto nodded.

      “Did you want me to kiss you?”

       “Wait, wait, wait!” Chloe had to place a hand on his chest when he leaned forward once more, her eyes wide and face fully red now, “I’m not totally prepared! My heart isn’t catching up with my brain, are you seriously considering on kissing me?”

      “I could always ask Kaminari and Mineta again about it. I believe they said that girls like kissing? And something about dating—“

       Chloe covered his mouth and then whined, “Don’t ask anyone, you idiot! Ghad! Go back to being oblivious! I don’t want to be a target of you suddenly getting a clue and flirting—“

       Shoto stared at the flushed and almost teary eyed Chloe in front of him, blabbing away while looking away from him and he had to smile against her hands. Somehow, this look of hers being so shy and cute…

        ‘…Ah.’

        Shoto blinked at his thoughts and then softened, moving her hand from his lips and soon placed a kiss onto the back of it, smiling down at her.

        “Perhaps I should learn of this, like-you-like-you thing, and understand more of it.”

        Even when Chloe was yelling and hitting his chest, he couldn’t help but feel something fluttering in his stomach. Huh, what a strange feeling. But I do not dislike it.

      Thunderbird couldn’t help but stare at Marinette when she came to and was returning the Miraculous to him except for the Woodpecker one (which was still with Shoto), and he noticed the girl’s facial expression. Oh, he recognised it immediately. It was the same look she would give him back in New York.

      “What’s got you frowning so, pretty lady~?”

      He thought his charm would make her laugh and roll her eyes, but she instead sighed, looking at him with guilt and sadness.

      “How do you not hate me?”

       This caught him by surprise, “Hate you? Why would I?”

       “When you got cataclysm’d by Dynacat? Almost dying at that moment…” She explained, glancing over somewhere.

          Thunderbird observed her look, softening then followed her line of sight. The two saw Izuku talking with his team, since the rest of the students were in their groups. It seemed he and everyone else were swapping strategies before the second match starts, and Marinette continued on with a pained look.

      “How’re you not cursing at us for almost getting you killed?”

      “Because it wasn’t your fault?” The other Guardian answered slowly, looking down at his arm as he remembered how blackened his skin was from that Cataclysm, “While yeah, I could’ve died that day. But I try not to think about the what ifs. It’s pointless. Better to leave it alone since it’s all in the past.”

       Marinette kept silent, and it made the boy sigh.

      “I…I might be new to all this. Heck, I know I’m not exactly a great Guardian like you and the others in training but…I-I like to believe that maybe me being here, doing good…it gives me a sense of purpose. So in a way, I’d like to think that if you hadn’t stumbled into my life, I dunno…I think I’d be in a path of misery…”

        The boy smiled kindly, Pino chirping in comfort to the Ladybug holder.

       “If anything, I should thank everyone here. Especially you.”

       “…Is it that easy? To just thank me?”

        Thunderbird blinked as he stared at the girl for a moment.

        “…Talli, Spirits Rest…” Rody de-transformed as he let his Kwami rest on his shoulder and fed them some cookies, before looking at Marinette, ”Marinette, I don’t know what’s going on but—”

         “No. You don’t.”

          Rody almost reeled back when Marinette bit out her words bitterly. Pino even whimpered in hurt as she hid herself in Rody’s hair.

          “You don’t know. Because technically, you weren’t supposed to be part of this. Not everyone here was supposed to,” Marinette hissed out, looking down at her hands, “I feel like I have brought many people in and getting them hurt. You almost got killed, Chloe almost got killed—“

         “Marinette.”

         Both Rody and Marinette looked up to see Izuku standing before them with a serious look.

         “I think we need to talk.”

         Marinette snorted, “Oh goodie. You gonna say I told you so about what happened? Did you foresee this as well in your secret little plans, hmm?” She asked sarcastically, not noticing Rody looking troubled.

        Izuku rolled his eyes, but he suddenly grabbed her arm and started dragging her away to the side.

       “Ow! What, you’re kidnapping me?! LET GO!”

       The pigtailed girl started yelling, getting everyone’s attention as she was suddenly picked up and carried on Izuku’s shoulder, the green haired male tired of her dramatics as she kept on screaming.

      “KIDNAPPER! KIDNAPPER!”

       “Is…everything okay?” Uravity asked worriedly while Rayures sighed.

        “I…I want to believe they’ll be fine,” The tiger heroine watched as Izuku approached Aizawa and said something to the teacher, who nodded his head and Izuku was soon gone with Marinette, “I really really hope so…”

   Marinette huffed when she was suddenly placed down onto a bench, glaring up at Izuku staring down at her in annoyance.

      “Kidnapper…” She murmured pettily as Izuku let out a frustrated sound.

      “Are you going to act like a child all day?”

      “Why are you asking me?” Marinette asked defiantly.

       Izuku folded his arms, giving a scolding look.

      That look just sent Marinette into a tirade.

       “Because I’m Ladybug? I’m supposed to act like a true leader and Guardian and set an example for everyone? Cause I’m not!”

      Izuku softened, and kept his mouth shut still as Marinette got up and started pacing in front of him.

      “I mean…I thought I was. I thought that everything will be fine as long as I had a plan. As long as I had a good head on my shoulder and had the answers for everything and to help everyone! Because that’s what I’m expected to do! No time for Marinette, Ladybug has to be in action all the time and be ready for everything! She’s the hero that saves the day. I have to always be the one to pick people up, I gotta be someone who’s NOT GONNA SCREW EVERYTHING UP!”

     The French-Asian girl panted after her rant, her eyes wide and her snarl fierce. Izuku almost felt sympathy. How long has Marinette been keeping this in?

     “Gotta stay positive, right?! So poor, clumsy and stupid Marinette doesn’t attract Akumas or whatever!” Marinette screamed out, throwing her hands in the air and laughed hard and mean as she whirled around to face Izuku, “Smiles all around~ Maybe even get our feelings sorted out!”

     This confused the green haired hero for a moment as Marinette’s smile was sharp. Her words aiming to hurt. This made Izuku prepared for what’s to come.

     “Good for you and Alix, by the way! We’re all sooooOOO HAPPY for you guys!”

     “Hey!” Izuku stepped forward, feeling suddenly defensive.

      “Oh! I’m sorry~?” Marinette stepped forward as well, almost chest to chest with him, “Is this a bad time? Is this a time wasted when we could be doing better things—?“

      “And how is that going for you?!”

       Marinette snapped her mouth as she breathed through her nose, and Izuku had to mentally face palm.

       ‘Shoot…’

        “…Fuck you.”

       Izuku tried to be patient, he really was. 

        “Marinette—”

       “You don’t get to talk when you are the biggest hypocrite of all!”

       “Stop!”

       Kirishima suddenly appeared in between them, and it seemed Momo, Bakugo, Adrien and Shoto joined them.

       "What on earth is going on with you two?" Momo questioned in concern, looking at a blank faced Izuku and a red faced Marinette.

       "Wait, Shoto, why are you here?" Adrien spoke up and looked at the two-tone haired boy that was suddenly there, "What about Chloe?"

      Shoto tilted his head, then explained, “She’s fine. She was checked up on by Recovery Girl and returned back to our classmates.”

      Bakugo looked towards a tired looking Izuku, then looked to Marinette vibrating in anger.

      “Spots. How about you settle down now before you set off you-know-who’s radar.”

      Marinette sighed, calming herself down before she might attract an Akuma and then raised a brow, “So? What are you all doing here? Shouldn’t you be all preparing for the next match? Especially you, Momo.”

      “We got worried and thought to check up on you guys,” Adrien answered as he stepped closer to the girl, “Bug, you’ve been acting weird since you got back from your little mission with Katsuki, Shoto and Chloe. And yes, I saw you guys leave and figured you guys had something to do. Which, in all honesty, kinda hurts that you left most of us out.”

      “We did not intend to leave you all out,” Shoto spoke up with a frown, “We…were in over our heads. And did not plan out accordingly. Thus, the mission was botched before we could even do anything productive.”

      “You went to Tsurugi Industries, didn’t you?” Adrien saw their expressions and sighed, “Without me? You know? The one that Gabriel and them are looking for along with Chloe and Kagami?”

     “And Zoe too,” Kirishima added, then pursed his lips, “That was real unmanly guys. Totally reckless. Which is surprising, considering I never thought Marinette to be the reckless type.”

     “I agree,” Adrien folded his arms and gave Marinette a look, “This seems all too familiar,  My Lady. It feels like we’re back to where we started when we first worked together a year ago. You always taking charge with the plans without consulting anyone and we just follow your lead. Not with just me, but with Carapace, Queen Bee and—“

     Izuku touched the blond’s shoulder in time, shaking his head. Adrien then realized what he was going to say and winced. The two boys then looked guilty as they witnessed Marinette crying.

     “Ah, Marinette-san…” Momo looked worried when seeing the other girl with silent tears, already offering her a tissue, “I-It’s not that we are blaming you—“

     “You might as well have—Tikki, Spots On!”

      Marinette transformed in Ladybug and yo-yo’d herself out of there, ignoring their calls. 

      Adrien was about to transform when he was stopped. He turned his head and was surprised to see Carapace of all people standing there with a small smile.

     “I’ll go after her. I think she needs someone who isn’t wholly involved with the Guardian things,”

     The Guardians-in-training looked at each other for a moment, but it was Izuku who spoke.

     “Go.”

     Carapace nodded and made a huge leap, chasing after Ladybug. 

     Adrien sighed, rubbing the side of his neck, “I don’t think Marinette is used to not being in control. Nor does she take well when we fail.”

     Bakugo looked away, “I know what that’s like…”

     Izuku’s face twisted in pain for a second before Momo coughed.

     “Perhaps we shall go now since we know Carapace has it handled.”

     Everyone else agreed, although Adrien did look back to where Ladybug and Carapace disappeared off to.

    ‘I hope Nino can get through to her…’

    “Wyazz, Shell Off…”

     Nino caught his Kwami in his hands and gave him a snack, then glanced over at where Marinette was pacing around while murmuring to herself. He knew he would find her at the very place he just knew would be her solitude. If it was the same in Paris, it was definitely the same here. 

       Height Alliance. Specifically? The kitchens.

     “Never thought I’d see you stress-baking again. The last time you did that was for Adrien’s movie premiere thing and created three hundred passion fruit macaroon samples,” Nino joked as he watched the girl go fluttering around in the kitchen of the Class-A dorms, Tikki in the corner liking the mixing spoon.

      Marinette looked up from her work, her eyes red from crying and hair a mess, “Nino…?”

      “Yeah. It’s me, Nette. And I think we need to have another heart to heart. Or at least, we desperately need to talk and get whatever it is you’re feeling off your chest, dudette,”

        Nino plopped himself on the counter, looking at the assorted tray of baked goodies. Wow, it looked a lot worse than he thought.

       “Talk to me, Nette. What’s on your mind?”

       Sighing, the. Ladybug holder placed the tray down and removed her mittens.

       “I think I’m…tired.”

      “You look tired.”

      “I feel like I have taken on something bigger than just facing Hawkmoth. This…this is a whole different level,” Marinette explained, looking down at her shaky hands, “The stakes just got higher. How much longer til my luck runs out?“

      “Well, that’s only if you ever lose Tikki or resign as Ladybug. Which, I know won’t happen,” Nino shrugged, but Marinette whirled around to face him.

      “You don’t know that! Did you forget how Rody easily swiped my earrings? It’s just thankful that he’s not a super villain!” Marinette banged her fist on the counter, “Not to mention how much we have lost? Bridgette? Onez? Alya?”

     Nino dropped a cookie mid-bite, then sighed while fixing his hat.

      “That…that was no one’s fault…”

     He still remembered Shinso’s words.

     “Alya made her choice, Nette. A poor one, at that—“ 

     “BUT WE COULD’VE TRIED HARDER TO SAVE HER!“

     Nino moved towards the sobbing Marinette now, pulling her into a hug as she gripped the back of his shirt.

     “W-we could’ve fought for her more. S-she was my best friend a-and if I paid just enough attention to her a-and avoided her falling victim to Hawkmoth—“

     “Marinette, it’s not like you could’ve predicted it. Not even Hitoshi or Izuku expected it,” Nino assured her as he stroked her back, “You haven’t failed Alya. And there’s no point in thinking about how we could’ve fixed it. What happened, happened. The important thing now is to focus on the present and how we’re gonna stop this new Hawkmoth and their growing army. And we are doing this together!”

      Marinette stared up at her friend, who softened while wiping her tears away.

     “I forget how much of a perfectionist you are. And…I realise that you never really had a good handle on working with people, trusting them. And I feel that’s my fault,”

      This made Marinette confused, “Y-Yours?”

      “Marinette, when I distanced myself from you in collège along with Kim to avoid Chloe’s tirade, and when Soqueline was no longer there to protect you? You had to fight your battles alone. Go at everything alone.” Nino hummed, “Even when you are Ladybug, you never really relied on Chat Noir or any other heroes. You lead, but you never have anyone to turn to. You have a hard time depending on anyone because you feel like you need to be on top of things. Whether it’s being Ladybug, or being a Guardian, or being class rep in school….heck, I think your Mom and Dad rely on you too much in the bakery that they forget you also have side jobs like babysitting my kid brother and other kids his age or doing stuff for Kitty Section or even celebrities like Jagged Stone…”

    Nino paused, before looking down at her.

    “You do too much.  And it worries a lot of us. You don’t always have to deal with things by yourself and hide your burdens. You are human too. You’re allowed to feel tired, you can express how much the weight on your shoulders is heavy, you can come to someone and talk about your problems. If not me? Then at least Adrien…”

      “Nino…”

      Marinette squeezed him tightly, but Nino kept on going.

      “Adrien is there for you, Nette. You have to let someone in. There’s also Izuku—“

      Marinette’s face pinched and Nino flicked her forehead.

      “Ow!”

      “I dunno what’s going on with you two, but I see the way he looks at you. He really does care, and he worries about you but doesn’t know how to make you feel calm and have your back, because you always place your walls up. You’re like a cat baring their claws out from approaching. The same way Katsuki, Shoto, Eijiro and even Momo want to get close to you. They are your friends, Marinette. They want to make sure you’re okay as much as you make sure everyone else is doing okay. This isn’t a Ladybug only show. You have people that have your back now…”

       Marinette sniffed, wiping her eyes as she murmured, “I just…don’t wanna disappoint anyone…”

       “You put too much pressure on yourself, Nette. It’s not just the team, you have adults around too that could sit and listen. I mean, even Master Fu—“

       “Master Fu!” Marinette paled as she gulped, “What if he regrets choosing me as a future Guardian? What if he takes back Tikki and I’m not Ladybug anymore! What I did today—“ 

        Nino scratched his head, “I think Master Fu of all people would understand the most of what you’re going through. I mean, even he’s not some all powerful supreme being that knows everything. He has his own fuck ups he has done that were huge mistakes too. So don’t beat yourself up too badly.”

        Marinette pursed her lips, then glanced up at her childhood friend with a small smile, “You…are really wise sometimes, did you know that?”

         “Wyazz did say a lot of chill guys like myself are good Turtle Holders,” Nino joked, giving a finger up to high-five his Kwami, then looked to Marinette, “But, do you feel a little better?”

       “Kinda. T-thanks Nino,” Marinette meant that, as she gave a genuine smile, “You could make a good Guardian…”

      It was then Marinette gasped when the timer of the oven went off, and she beamed up at him.

     This got Nino tilting his head, “What’s with that look?”

     “What if you do become a Guardian like us, Nino?”

      “…Come again?”

      Nino had to clean his ear for a second as Marinette clasped her hands together. 

      “It makes perfect sense! You are loyal, love to protect your friends…not to mention you are sincere and reliable. You’d make a perfect Guardian as well! We can even talk to Master Fu about it!”

      “Woah! Slow down, Nette!” Nino yelped when Marinette started grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the kitchen, “W-what about your cookies?”

      “We can take care of them~” Tikki cheekily smile and waved, already munching on the sweets as Wyazz quietly enjoyed some next to her.

       Nino groaned, but smiled as Marinette seemed to be bright and cheerful again.

       ‘Well, as long as she’s happy again…I suppose I could see how this goes…’

    Kagami’s eyes never left Avarius’ form for a moment and the Peacock hero was already feeling awkward at the staring. He raising a brow while looking over at her, as if to give her a chance to say something, anything. 

     “…Did you need something from me?”

     “I am just confused.”

     Avarius blinked in confusion himself, “…Okay, I’ll bite. What are you confused about?”

     “Why are you keeping the Swan Kwami with you? Why does Momo-san not possess her for your upcoming fight?” The holder of the Rooster observed, looking at Detty floating dejectedly on Avarius’ shoulder, “It does seem worrisome that this Miraculous is not being practiced with.”

     “Momo thinks she doesn’t deserve to wield it, nor have Detty as a partner,” A sigh escaped the Holder of Emotions, closing his sketchbook and looking at Momo prepping with her teammates, “I’ve tried talking with her, but she shuts me down and changes subject. She even is having seconds thoughts of being a Guardian. Which, is totally bull, considering she’s doing amazing so far. I don’t know why she’s so hung up on being perfect. No one is.”

       Kagami looked down at her hands, “Indeed. No one is perfect. Yet in some cases, it’s just instilled in us since birth. We hate to disappoint people, especially when it comes to people we have high regards for. At least, used to. Like perhaps someone we had looked up to…”

       Avarius looked to her in sympathy, “I suppose…”

       The girl decided to change the subject. 

      “Are you going to unify Detty and Duusu together?” 

      This got Avarius thinking.

      “You think I should?”

      “Although Master Fu said that combining more than one Miraculous could take a toll on one’s body,”  Kagami pointed out to him then the Kwamis then shrugged, “It is possible.”

        Avarius hummed as he stared at the brooch in hand, tilting his head, “I just need to figure out the strength and magical aptitude needed in order to do a Dual Metamorphosis…”

        “…I’ve been thinking,” The fencer wondered out loud, tapping her chin, “Have you ever considered talking to Master Fu of being a possible Guardian candidate?”

       This caused Avarius to snap out from his thoughts and turned to the Rooster holder in shock, “Excuse me?”

      “Do not think I haven’t noticed your sketchbook?” She grabbed for it and turned the pages, showing a lot of drawings of some of the Miraculous and highlighted notes scribbled in, “You write as if you are training to be one—“

      “Give me that!” The red haired male snatched it back and defensively held it close, “I was just doing some cliff-note taking for Momo is all. Sometimes I sit with her during her studies with Master Fu or observing some of their Guardianship Classes with Sir Nighteye.”

       Kagami raised a brow, “You said yourself that Momo-san is second guessing herself in being a guardian? Why not suggest you can take her place and lessen her burdens?”

      “I don’t want to take her place!” Avarius argued, then took a breath, “Besides, it’s not wise to ask for such a position. I don’t think I’m ready to take on that kind of responsibility…”

       “I beg to differ.”

        The Heroine of Pretension looked over at her fellow avian teammate staring at her questionably, then sighed.

        “I’ve seen you in action. You have been doing well not just as the Peacock holder, but you’ve worked well with any Miraculous you wield. And, the fact that Master Fu trusted you with the Miraculous he has been holding onto for a hundred years? That is quite the feat,”

       “But Nino had Wyazz first.”

       “But that was Marinette’s choice, not Master Fu’s.”

       Avarius huffed before he heard the buzzer go off, signalling that the next match was about to begin. He wasn’t done talking about this, and looked towards his teammates signalling for him. Pursing his lips, he was about to speak when the Rooster holder spoke.

      “I know. This conversation is not over.”

       Avarius exhaled and nodded, “Until then…”

       He turned and walked off, and Kagami let out a breath.

       Orikko floated near their holder’s shoulder, tilting their head, “It would seem that you and Eijiro-kun’s theory was correct. That perhaps Nathaniel-kun and Nino-kun are good Guardian candidates.”

       “Indeed. I already know Ei wants to talk with Nino about the possibility of taking over him since it seems Ei doesn’t think he’s worthy of being a Guardian. Which, is bull but I will respect his decision,” Kagami looked worried but then calmed herself, “I knew that Nathaniel had a knack for being a possible candidate as well.”

       “What will happen with Momo-chan?”

        Kagami sighed, “I…I don’t know. All I know is, she has a lot of hesitation in her heart. I do hope she resolves it before it’s too late…”

        Avarius made it to his teammates and blinked when Myst and Pixie Girl were in front of him.

        “Considering that we’re gonna be working together, I think we need to strategise and solidify our win!” The ghost girl grinned as she glanced at the others in their team, “So I hope we can get along~”

       “I…guess?” The Peacock hero spoke before glancing at where Momo is.

        It seems Momo was talking with both Spilornis and Cybear, but then noticed she was being observed and looked up as well. She caught Avarius’ eyes, then gave a nod before looking away, and the red head sighed.

        ‘Guess our talk will just have to wait…’

        “Hey, what are you going to do with this little one?”

         Avarius was caught by surprise of Pixie Girl’s question then glanced over at Detty floating next to him. Remembering Kagami’s words, he wondered if he should try Unification now.

        Taking a deep breath, he then placed his hands together before raising his hands out.

        “Duusu. Detty. Unify!”

        Both Myst and Pixie Girl gasped at the light surrounding the boy, and even more so when seeing his new form. 

        “Woah! This is…wow…” The Ghost heroine breathed out as she floated around him and grinned, “What’cha gonna call yourself now?”

          “…” 

         The hybrid hero of the Peacock and Swan looked down at himself, then at his weapons in hand, which seems to be a combination of the Peacock’s fan and sharp blades embedded in them. As he closed his weapon, he was shocked when it turned into double daggers. 

          “…I think I want to be called…Argent.”

          “That…seems pretty simple.” It almost seemed like Myst was disappointed with the name, but nodded her head, “Maybe we can shop that for later. Argent it is.”

         Pixie Girl tapped her chin, “So, Argent, shall we plan with the rest of our teammates?”

         As that was going on, Master Fu was watching in the sidelines with the other teachers, stroking his goatee thoughtfully as he assessed the boy carefully. Perhaps he should hold a meeting about this with the other Guardians-in-training soon. 

        “Master Fu!”

        The older man was surprised to find Marinette and Nino next to him now, then smiled.

        “Hello Marinette, Nino. What brings you two here without your Kwamis?”

        “Master, I was wondering if maybe you’d consider adding an additional student under the Guardianship Training with me and the others,” The Ladybug holder asked as Master Fu stared at her, “I-I believe Nino is a good candidate. And of course, I can talk with the others—“

      “But is this something Nino wants for himself?”

      Marinette halted at Master Fu’s question, then glanced at Nino, “…Nino?”

      “Nette. I’m honoured that you wanna nominate me and all but…it’s a huge responsibility.” Nino explained as he looked from an understanding Master Fu to a disappointed Marinette, “I have to think about it. I can’t fully accept until I really know what I’m getting myself into.”

      “That is acceptable,” Master Fu stated calmly, holding his hand up when he saw Marinette was about to protest, “I want to give Nino a chance to actually have a choice. The choice I never got to make when I was training to be a guardian.”

      Marinette felt herself wince at that, and nodded in defeat, “I…I get that. I guess I was excited that I made haste on a decision and never asked Nino what he thought,”

     Nino softened, then patted her arm gently in comfort, “I know you have the best intentions. But…”

     “You can be sorta pushy,” A voice spoke up and the three of them saw that the Moonlight Hunters were watching them, and it was Devil that spoke up, “Borderline bossy, really.”

     Marinette glared at her before Nino stood in front of her protectively.

     “Hey, you don’t really know us, so quit the judging,”

     “But that is the thing. We have to judge you all,” Vampyre spoke in a low tone, his eyes glowing, “Because we place our trust in you Miraculous heroes. Our lives are at stake…“

[nebulations]

HIII writing prompt “monster” and 7? 💕

Giggling the teensiest bit, I love you <3 No, really, I love you, because 7 was, amusingly, the wildcard number, so randomly picking landed me on TIM STOKER, and I don’t think I’ve ever written in his pov before but this CONSUMED ME?? I haven’t written this much in one go in weeks, forget this fast?? This also, uh, turned into full-out jontim, which was a complete accident because this was SUPPOSED to be a meditation on him mid-Research era. Aha. Enjoy!!!!

“—and that,” Jon declares, “is why it’s so vital to continue establishing Hope Spots, not just in spots ripe for ecotourism, but across the world.” He takes what must be his first breath in ten full minutes, and it’s only then that he seems to register Tim and Sasha’s twin gleeful expressions. His own expression goes a little funny. “Tim, Sasha, please tell me you weren’t—”

Sasha is already stabbing at her phone, fumbling a little before she actually hits the right button. “Twelve minutes and forty-six seconds! A new record!”

“The man’s a monster!” Tim toasts Jon with a whoop, and Jon—there’s really no other word for it: he fully pouts at Tim, wrinkling his nose so primly it makes Tim want to bear-hug him right then and there. He sublimates the urge by being even more over-the-top, trying to see if he can make Jon’s nose scrunch up even more. “Attenborough who! I want all my documentaries voiced by this man!” Opposite him, Sasha dissolves into tiny giggles, sweet and delicate as a spray of mayflowers.

“Sasha missed the ‘stop’ button about five times, you can’t call that—” Jon snorts, but his cheeks have turned the rich cherry of his desk back at Research, so he can’t be that mad about their subpar timekeeping of his latest incredibly disorganized, incredibly endearing overview of the last documentary he watched.

“Jonnnnnn, take the win!” Tim cries, and he gives in and slings an arm around Jon’s shoulder like it belongs there. God, the man’s teeny, they need to make sure he gets some carbs in him. On that note— “Take some chips, too, you’re built like a bird!”

“And you’re built like,” Jon grumps, “a—a—” He scowls and takes a chip, presumably only to cover the fact that he’s too drunk to come up with a simile. Contrary little bastard, he is. “Get off me, you arse.”

Tim makes a complaining sound even as he immediately pulls away—only for Jon to jolt and then practically butt up into Tim’s hovering arm, far more housecat than bird. Tim freezes, not putting any pressure against Jon even though they’re skin-to-cardigan again.

“Jon…?”

Oh, there it is, there’s that wrinkled nose. Tim loses his breath, a little bit. “I didn’t mean it,” Jon says, scowling even harder than he’d been before and refusing to look Tim’s way. “It’s—It’s cold in here, alright?”

As a matter of fact, it is a comfortable degree of stifling in here, and Jon is in a cardigan that’s more than enough to ward off the mild autumnal chill and drunk besides. Jon seems well aware of this, or maybe not aware at all, because as Tim settles tentatively against him again, he grabs for his long-forgotten glass and downs the rest of it. Tim gives Sasha a wide-eyed look, only for her—traitor! Disloyal turncoat!— to smirk back, propping her chin up with a hand and arching her perfect eyebrows at him.

“Oh, shut up,” he snips, cheeks warming, just as Jon sets down his now-empty glass. Jon turns to him curiously, having entirely missed the exchange, and Tim turns his brightest beam on him and coos, “Not you, you’re a delight and I’m glad you’re sitting next to me and not”—he aims another scowl her way, and Sasha sticks her tongue out at him—“Sasha over there, because she gives me a hard enough time without you there to egg her on worse.”

Sasha smirks harder. Tim wishes he could kick her under the table without Jon noticing.

“I’m perfectly capable of siding with her even while sitting practically on top of you,” Jon sniffs, drier than anyone should be capable of being with that quantity of liquor in them, and Tim gapes in outrage even as delight fills him up to the tips of his ears to match Jon’s still-red cheeks.

“That’s what I like to hear, Jon!” Sasha cheers, raising her own empty glass to him. Jon quirks a wicked little grin and does the same.

Tim emits a high-pitched squawk of disbelief. “With friends like you, who needs enemies?” He sags dramatically against Jon, relishing in his little grumble of annoyance as he gets crushed. “What’s a guy to do?”

“Buy us more drinks?” Sasha suggests innocently to the tune of Jon’s sniggering, and Tim groans theatrically even as he flags down the waiter for another round. Monsters, the both of them! he laments to himself. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

[sloanesallow]

Hello! This will be long, so I apologize in advance lol I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoy your writing and how talented you are! You were my first foray into not only the HL fanfic world but fanfic in general. I was previously too self-conscious (and perhaps pretentious) to explore fanfics because I (erroneously) thought they were cringe but truly you have changed my mind and shown me how fun but also thought provoking and moving they can be. And also introduced me to other v talented writers as well! I particularly enjoy how you characterize Seb in the call of the void as an awkward emotional boy who is grappling with so much loss including a loss of innocence and struggling to walk the line between right and wrong because of it. I love how grounding Sloane is for him and vice versa and seeing their budding friendship and bond. Also so curious about how you are conceptualizing ancient magic so far! I also love how you characterize Ominis in your long fic and feel like you're the only one who gets closest my personal headcannon for him lol I hope you one day decide to resume it but obvs no pressure you do what is best for you and your life I just wanted to let you know I enjoyed that one too! To show how much I enjoy your writing as an example: I literally logged back into tumblr after like 10 years just so I could follow you and engage with your posts lol but also I'm still shy and self-conscious so commenting is hard, but anyways in summary, I enjoy your writing and you have brought me entertainment, joy, and moved my little heart in many ways and I look forward to your future work!

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I'm so happy you're here and are getting exposed to so many wonderful artists and authors. :)

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE COMPLIMENTS ABOUT MY STORIES!!!

The Call of the Void has become my sole focus lately with writing, and I'm really investing all my creative brain power into it, so I'm so happy you love it so far. I've written Sebastian many different ways, but in Void, that is my personal favorite and how I see him as a character. I like to think in my head they are ying/yang in the sense that they are both sunshine/grump to each other. Meaning Sloane thinks she's a grump but Sebastian sees her as the sun, and vice versa.

Ancient Magic is/will be super important to the overarching plot, and I've been leaving little breadcrumbs here and there about how it will be handled... I think the next few chapters will show some more of that.

And while my Omi fic is likely to be on indefinite hiatus, he will be in Void, and I've been having fun writing him in the sassy way I imagine him to be.

THANK YOU SO MUCH for reading and being here and commenting, it really does mean the world to me 😭😭😭

[the-cat-chat]

May 6, 2023

Lou (2022)

A storm rages and a young girl is kidnapped. Her mother teams up with the mysterious woman next door to pursue the kidnapper. Together they embark on a journey that tests their limits and exposes shocking secrets from their pasts.

JayBell: From pretty early on, we predicted a lot of the plot and even the major twist, but that’s okay. I love the loner, hermit, retired spy/assassin trope. Allison Janey plays a gruff, no nonsense, and closed off woman.

I like the way the movie emphasizes how her physical inabilities in her older age prevents her from accomplishing the same actions she would have when she was younger, and how much this upsets her. Not that she would admit it though. You get the sense that she would never have retired unless she was forced to. She definitely got her meaning from her job and would have preferred to die on the job too.

The film was also very upfront with the fact that Lou never meant to be a mother and didn’t want to be a mother. While Hannah was initially very angry about Lou’s actions as a mother, Hannah understood in the end and felt empathy for Lou as well as the little boy her husband once was.

Speaking of the psychotic husband, wow did he have so many issues. Mommy issues to the extreme. Which I get, his childhood was pretty messed up but yikes. Also once Anzie pointed out how much Logan Marshall-Green looks like Tom Hardy I couldn’t unsee it.

In the end, a solid John Wick/Rambo type movie. Enjoyable, but in the end, not mind blowing.

Rating: 6/10 cats 🐈

Anzie: The only info you really get about this movie is an old lady with arthritis helps get a kidnapped girl back. Now we all know that screams spy. Right??

I was pleasantly surprised with the story even though you can totally plot out what is going to happen- it still happens in an entertaining and different way than you would expect.

All the actors performed really well and made the whole scenario believable. Allison Janney was such a grump and so super spy. And Logan Marshall- Green was such a freaaaak.

The end has so many twists that the movie really gets your attention at every point- and even though it the end and you’d think it would wind down- NO it ramps UPPPPPPP!! It’s hard to explain without totallly spoiling the whole thing but it’s a really good time and suspenseful watch. - the soup can dealio was insannne in the membrane - very John Wick.

Rating: 6/10 Kitty Cats 🐈

[livitaexe]

Fic Being Discussed

DISCLAIMER: The reader insert character in question will be referred to as 'Yayoi' in order to prevent further confusion and differentiate her from all the reader characters I've written about thus far, but just like the FEMC from Persona 3, you don't need to adhere to my personal headcanon of her name being Ibara Yayoi. Honestly, whatever other name you decide to call her is also correct. I'm just choosing to call her 'Yayoi' for simplicity's sake because she's pretty much her own character at this point and is in no way meant to be a self insert for all hetjoshis/Shinjiro yumes, but rewriting the story in third person POV would be too much work; therefore, I'm keeping it as is.

Not gonna lie, if anyone were to ask why Shinjiro is such a snarky grump towards Yayoi, he'll shrug and say something along the lines of, "She likes it when I'm mean to her." He wouldn't be wrong, though, because unlike Akihiko who is quick to become riled up at the slightest provocation, Yayoi is pretty much a weirdo who enjoys him insulting her... so naturally, Shinjiro would kinda double down on his sexism, to the point where he'll teasingly go as far as to call her 'a delicate flower' in Chapter 4 without really having the awareness to realize that saying such a thing is kinda problematic.

To that end, I imagine they don't really fight quite as often. I mean, sure, I could see Yayoi being annoyed with Shinjiro provided he says something sexist like her needing a strong man to take care of her, but the most she'll probably do is playfully stick his tongue out at him than seriously call him out on his sexism. If she learns he's been taking Persona suppression pills, however, I'm sure Yayoi would be super upset with Shinjiro... but I'm unsure at this present moment if she would yell at him, due to the fact the only time I've written her angry was back when her alcoholic father started drunkenly attacking her with a bottle for no good reason, and even then, she wasn't really thinking straight.

Shinjiro, on the other hand, is someone who might hurt her feelings, but at the same time, probably wouldn't make her fly into a blind fury; as a matter of fact, a person would have to either be super vile or acting in very bad faith for Yayoi to snap and tell them to fuck off. Then again, with Shinjiro usually being biased enough to side with her (especially considering he already knows she's been through a lot), it's also possible he would ultimately beat her to the punch.

Regardless, I'm sure the SEES members would find their banter together... questionable. Like, Shinjiro could call her an idiot and she'll be all, "But I'm your idiot, right~?" She's also the type to be all, "🥰 Okay, Shinji! Anything for you!", any time he tells her to stay close, so I'm sure it would be fairly obvious to everyone except maybe Akihiko she's head over heels in love with him. Either way, their whole relationship dynamic is interesting, because Yayoi evidently enjoys being told what to do and has a fairly lewd/outrageous personality, to the point where she'll have no qualms teasing him even while other SEES members are around. Of course, Akihiko might eventually ask if he's into her once the second years managed to drive it through his head they're probably more than friends... yet knowing Shinjiro, I could see him sighing and saying it's complicated.

And when it comes to Yukari, I can see her one day complaining to Yayoi she's such a pushover around him before encouraging her to tell Shinjiro off whenever he's being sexist. Yayoi, on the other hand, would honestly think it wasn't such a big deal, because it's not as if his sexism is malicious in nature. As for Mitsuru, she wouldn't pry but would think both her and Shinjiro make a good couple. Ken, meanwhile, would think she deserves someone much better than him.

[pulisicsgirl]

HELLOOOO I’M LATE WITH THIS🫣

You had done your best to bring the festive holiday spirit into your home—even into Mason’s as you forced him to join you in decorating his house on the very first day of December, dragging him into a few shops to buy extra decorations to fill his house. He had only pretended to be a little bit annoyed, his aversion to shopping completely overcome by getting to watch the joy on your face while decorating for the holidays. You had spread lights, tinsel, ornaments, and little snowman figurines all over the rooms of his home while you shuffled your Christmas playlist in the background. I WANT TO DO THIS WITH HIM🥹

However, Mason still couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment each time he remembered that you wouldn’t been spending Christmas morning with his family. He tried his best not to show it— he knew how much it meant to you that your family would be traveling to see you this year. WE AND MASON DON’T LIKE HER FAMILY😌🙁

But all of that seemed to come crumbling down in the matter of a few days. HERE WE GO😭

Your brother had unexpectedly received the news that his work schedule had changed, and he would be expected to work on Christmas Eve—meaning he, his wife, and your 2-month-old niece would be unable to travel to visit you. But your father and mother couldn’t possibly bear to miss the little one’s very first Christmas, so instead they would remain at home and your brother (who lived nearby) would host Christmas instead. FUCK THEM🥺

The news felt like a sharp object had been driven into your heart and you spent the rest of your evening curled up on your bed, wallowing in your feelings and ignoring the calls and texts from your mother after you had unexpectedly ended your conversation. I NEED TO GIVE HER AN HUG

When you awoke the next morning, your first thought was of talking to Mason about the previous night's events—a conversation that would unfortunately have to wait as he had a big game to play today: the highly anticipated Manchester derby. It was a huge game, not only because of the longstanding rivalry between the two teams, but because Mason was expected to be in the starting eleven. OH NO🥺

So then, you decided, you would have to tell him tomorrow… or maybe the next day. OH GIRLY

But for the second time in less than 24 hours, your stomach sank as, 14 minutes into the game, you watched Mason wave the physios over as he sat on the grass. He was too far away for you to be able to make out his facial expression, but there was no mistaking the posture of the rest of his body. As he spoke with the physios and they looked him over, his shoulders slumped, a resigned look taking over him. NOW I’M SAD

UGH SHE NEEDS TO TELL HIM OR SHE’LL EXPLODE😭😭

And though he always expressed his appreciation for your efforts, the smile he gave you was all too forced, and you knew he was still hurting inside. He had apologized to you a few times now for “being a right grump,” afraid he would ruin your excitement for Christmas time— and after that, you just didn’t have the heart to tell him that someone had already beat him to it. UGH I FEEL BAD FOR HIM, BABY BOY

It was only 2 days before Christmas, when Mason had decided to stay at yours for the night and you slid under the covers behind him, pressing your chest up against his back ad tangling your bare legs with his. Many months ago, Mason had confessed that he liked to be the little spoon when he was feeling a bit more vulnerable. And after his most recent injury a couple weeks ago, it had become a staple in your nighttime routine with him. You loved the feeling of cuddling up close to his warm skin, and you couldn’t help from pressing a barely-there kiss to the base of his neck, sending a gentle shiver down his spine. I AM MELTING, I WANT THIS

“Good, good,” he breathed, and you could tell he was enjoying the attention you were giving him. “Your parents get in tomorrow, right? Are you excited to see them?” OH SHIT🫣

THE FACT HE IMMEDIATELY KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG🥺🤏🏻

“They’re not coming?” Another nod. You watched Mason’s face fall in genuine hurt for you. “Again?” It was barely a whisper when he said it. EXACTLY MASON

“So you’ve been carrying this around for the last couple weeks all alone?” Mason finished for you. You shrugged in response. He could only hold you a little bit tighter, heart clenching in his chest at the thought of you being so weighed down by these emotions without him even knowing. HE IS A GOOD MAN SAVANNAH😌

“Tomorrow morning, I’ll help you pack a bag so you can stay at mine for a few days,” Mason stated matter-of-factly. “My family will all be arriving in the evening and they’ll be so happy to see you—Mum and Jazz especially, they were so disappointed when I told them you wouldn’t be spending Christmas morning with us.” THE FACT HE DIDN’T ASK, HE JUST TOLD HER WHAT THEY ARE DOING

“You didn’t spring anything on me last year,” Mason shushed you softly. “I invited you. And better yet this year, you already know just how stubborn I am, so you know this conversation isn’t ending in any way other than you agreeing to go home with me tomorrow.” I LOVE HIM😌🤭

A beat more of silence passed before you replied with a soft “okay,” and Mason burried his face in your neck, squeezing you tightly in excitement and you couldn’t help but giggle at him, your mood instantly lifted. The hurt and disappointment was still there, but it was significantly dimmed by the knowledge that you would get to be a part of the Mount Christmas for the second year in a row. HE IS SO HAPPY, AND SHE IS SO HAPPY TOO, I LOVE THEM

“You have no idea how excited I am to spend Christmas with you again,” he whispered, his nose brushing yours. HE IS A HAPPY BABY

Once everyone was in bed, you and Mason got to work setting out all of the presents that had been carefully hidden in Mason’s large closet. Mason watched with admiration as you carefully arranged the gifts and filled everyone’s stockings with the little bits and treats you had picked up over the last few weeks. The care with which you sorted everything left him feeling warm inside, thinking once again how thankful he was to have you with him on Christmas Eve. IMAGINE THEM DOING THIS FOR THEIR FUTURE KIDS🥹

OMG? SHE IS SO GOOD WITH SUMMER? AHHH CUTE😭

Mason’s heart swelled with affection for seemingly the hundredth time in the last few days as you bent forward to press a proper kiss to his lips. For a moment, he got lost in the feel of you, hoping the two of you could spend just a few minutes more together in bed. However you, painfully aware of the open door behind you, pulled back and dropped one last kiss to his forehead. Slipping quietly out of bed, you popped to the bathroom to brush your teeth before you and Mason went downstairs to join the rest of his family.HE IS SO IN LOVE

Much to your surprise, yours was no longer hanging on the mantel empty, as you had left it the night before. Instead, as you took it from Tony, you pulled out a variety of face masks, bath salts, and pleasantly scented soaps. You looked over at Mason, whose face held a satisfied smirk—he must have snuck back down last night after you had gone up and filled your stocking without you knowing.I MIGHT CRY, THE CARE HE HAS🥹🥹🥹

She approached you with a small box in her hands, mumbling a soft, “here you go, Auntie Y/N,” before spinning on her heel and returning to the tree. You froze in shock for a moment— it was the very first time Summer had ever called you that. You cared deeply for the little girl and her sister, and her clear acceptance of you as a part of the family meant a great deal to you. Mason, sitting with one arm behind you on the couch and on resting on your leg, squeezed your thigh as he saw your eyes go misty at Summer’s words. BYE BYE, YOU COMPLETELY LOST ME HERE

THE NECKLACE???AHHHHH CUTIE🫠

“Huh, would you look at that…” Mason spoke with an air of mischief. “Mistletoe.” CHEEKY

“I’m so in love with you,” you breathed, nudging his nose with yours.

Mason beamed, eyes sparkling as he looked down at you. “I’m so in love with you,” he repeated your words. “And even though it isn’t how you planned your Christmas to go, I’m glad you’re here today.” I AM MELTING GIRLLLLL

Mason pressed his lips to your forehead, holding your body close to his. “You don’t have to thank me, angel. I love getting to love you. It’s as easy as breathing for me.” OMG BESTIE THIS WAS SO SWEET

BESTIE

WOW

WOW WOW

AS I SAID IN THE REBLOG PT.1 OF THIS WAS WHAT MADE ME START FOLLOWING YOU AND OMG I’VE BEEN DREAMING OF A PART 2

THIS WAS SO CUTE AND SOFT

MASON IS A SWEETHEART 

HER FAMILY IS PROPER SHIT AND WE DON’T LIKE THEM AT ALL

SUMMER IS A CUTIE, WHEN SHE CALLED HER AUNTIE I MELTED COMPLETELY

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS, THIS WAS PERFECTION

CAN’T WAIT TO READ MORE WORKS OF RT FROM YOU NEXT YEAR🩷🩷

i forgot to post this a couple weeks ago but THANK YOU ANGEL!!!!!! this was so so sweet 🥹 your feedback means the absolute world to me!!!

[soundsandnoises]

Like riding a bike or the best is yet to come: Kids In Glass Houses. 'Smart Casual' 15th Anniversary Tour. Review.

Kids In Glass Houses with The Nightmares.

O2 KENTISH TOWN FORUM, LONDON.

O2 ACADEMY BRISTOL

GREAT HALL, CARDIFF

It's been a week since Kids In Glass Houses shows and it's been truly 'a bitch of a week'. Double dose kind of one. Almost like it had to balance out the truly great one I had when I went to see KIGH in London, Bristol and Cardiff. Because THAT week, every time I screamed those words, especially on Saturday, they simply were not true. For the first time, in a very long time. Like magic. I guess three time's a charm.

To say it was an emotional week, it would be an understatement. It's been a whirlwind of emotions: from bawling my eyes like a idiot while singing 'Sunshine' (which was followed by 'The Best Is Yet to Come', which didn't help at all) on a very rainy Wednesday to tears of joy as I was going back home on Saturday and reading KIGH's after-show's photo caption 'BRB... MAKING A NEW ALBUM!' [spoilers!].

Nine years ago I thought I was singing some of those songs at their show for the last time. It was gloomy, it seemed their hearts were not in it anymore. The KIGH chapter came to an end. 'Well, we lied!' Aled seemed to be having the time of his life, back at it, going through 'Smart Casual' like hurricane. The joy, the electricity was back up and running on high voltage, sparkling between the band in their eyes, smiles and little comments. The “aged like fine wine” applied absolutely, the band seemed to be better than ever, their form sizzling, their performance on fire...

Funny how things tend to go full circle, or go yin/yang: an experience that made my year/extremely mentally exhausting work week, a very naïve relation from 2008 show, when KIGH supported Simple Plan in Poland, when I barely knew one song and wished I could know more/ singing every single one of the songs from 'Smart Casual' amazed how they have weathered the time and are still fresh, on point. The burnt-out and tired last shows v. rebirth celebrating the album that started it all. Magic.

15 years ago 'Smart Casual' came to be in a room at the estate, filled with fax machines... or something like that. And 15 years later it means so much to so many... Nothing's changed, yet everything is different (including the fact that Cardiff was 'the first PG Kids's show' [as in there were kids in the audience] so Aled had to mind his tongue, so he couldn't swear, which resulted in 'Flip' instead of 'Fuck' and one hashed out, I guess “Damn!” passed somehow, but hey, it was hard to hide the excitement. Can't blame him. It was sight to see, or hear, I guess, when the room was filled with the choir of voices carrying the tune. And cheering, constant, happy cheering, with every first note of every song (“they're cheering like they don't know what song comes next?!” said the girl next to me at the Bristol gig and I couldn't help but laugh, she was obviously right since it was 'Smart Casual' track listing, yet, I understood the cheering, it's nice to be excited every now and then, also: it seemed for once I wasn't the biggest grump – even though I wasn't at my best that night, all the bad went into that sad, sad poem I wrote that afternoon and so the only thing that was left for me to do was to fully immerse into the happiness of the live show). As much as I enjoyed Bristol gig, it seemed a bit off with, let's call them: technical issues. The sound at times was a bit off, especially during The Nighmares' show. The confetti seemed to misfire and half of it blew on the stage rather than spill at the crowd (not that I mind). Aled dropped his microphone, landed in the crowd, recovered the piece of equipment and mocked himself mercilessly for it (since he went against everyone's advice and got himself cordless mic he said he should have known better that he would do something like this and until Bristol it worked just fine). Hey, as long as it wasn't Cardi B/ 50 Cent sort of thing (and it wasn't) I bet fans were rather happy to have Aled jump onto the barrier.

To add to the 'off' vibe – a girl smacked me in the face, right after the show ended and KIGH were taking after show photo, she went through the crowd like a battering ram, just to be in the photo, since I showed fim resistance that was my reward. There was no black eye, just a crappy feeling, so it wasn't as bad. And the show kind of seemed rushed. 'Lilli Rose' was cut from the setlist. But, but it was still absolutely wonderful and emotional and crazy good.

And on Saturday, their homecoming gig their smiles were brighter than at the shows before, and even though again 'Lilli Rose' got the boot from the setlist it was still a perfect night. With all the gratitude (and Aled thanking their loved ones for putting up with them this past year), cheeky spelling (instead of 'play D.E.AD' crowd was supposed to chant 'A.L.E.D.' which seemed to work especially in Cardiff) and fun it made the 'Smart Casual' 15th anniversary shows fill to the brim with great memories.

I must say I'm impressed they managed to keep the 'making new album' surprise under the wraps and revealed it they way they did. Well played.

Setlist:

'Smart Casual'

Fisticuffs

Easy Tiger

Give Me What I Want

Saturday

Lovely Bones

Shameless

Girls

Good Boys Gone Rad

Dance All Night

Pillow Talk

Raise Hell

Church Tongue

Encore:

Sunshine

The Best Is Yet to Come

Lilli Rose

Peace

Youngblood (Let It Out)

Matters at All

Few words about the opening band: The Nightmares.

Black roses and candles darkened the stage and set the mood for the support act – The Nightmares. Noir and goth aesthetic was laced and bound with synth filled indie rock that roared through the venue. Was it emo? New wave? Dark pop? Punk? Well, it was a mix of everything, packed with twisted, dark lyrics. Not something I expected, but something that was a great start of the evening.

I enjoyed it very much. They've just released their debut album 'Séance' and you can listen to it here.

[sworntolight-a]

‘Haunt Me’ for Mako and pre-canon Takeru where he keeps an eye on her so she wouldn’t get into trouble?

~~~Drabble Call! 

~~Haunt me: a drabble about my character watching over yours Takeru watching over Mako pre-canon

Mako sighed, fingers tapping against her thighs.. This was ridiculous; how long was he going to stand there? And for that matter, did he really think she hadn't noticed him following her in the first place? He wasn't exactly stealthy, and the yellow-detailed white of his outfit made him stand out like a sore thumb amongst a sea of teens in uniform for most of the day. On top of that, he'd been silent the entire time – He had to know how creepy that was!

But on some level, she was finding, she actually appreciated the fact he was there. The local bullies and gangs had taken to punching first and asking questions later where she was involved, though given she often snapped at them and put herself between them and their targets... She honestly wasn't sure she could say she was surprised. What else could they do when they had a stubborn girl in their faces, letting their victims escape and calling them out on how ridiculous and jerkish they were being? Besides, it wasn't like she wasn't used to fighting when she'd been doing it for years!

And yet, having Takeru nearby meant the fights were, thankfully, short and quick. Nobody wanted to get into things once they saw him, and it meant she could both help out and avoid getting herself punched into the hospital... Though not without a disapproving look from the taller boy, present still on his face when she glanced in his direction. He didn't like her. Thought she was stupid and annoying. And he was still there.

“If Kiku asked you to watch out for me, I'll be fine,” she called out, fully aware of the irritation practically dripping off his form, even with the distance between them. If given the choice, he'd probably throw her into the sea and leave her there, of this she was certain, so what other reason could he have for hovering about the other end of the bridge?

Or for giving her a glare that would freeze just about anyone in their tracks, her included. Annoying Takeru was the last thing she'd wanted to do, especially when she was keeping an eye on him for Kiku and refused to put their mutual friend in the middle, but that was easier said than done when calling out to him seemed to make him wish he could shove her off the pier. Er... Again. What did he have against talking to people, anyway? “Homura-san?

“Kiku told me to.”

Wasn't that what she'd just asked- Bah, there was no point in arguing with him. Takeru was even more stubborn than she was, after all, and any argument in reply would just turn into another fight she didn't care to have at the moment, so what was the point in trying? “Kiku worries too much.”

On the other end of the bridge, Takeru shrugged his shoulders, the gesture slow but more than enough to give her a good look at how he moved. As much as she hated to admit it, that was something she liked about him; the way he moved his body, almost like he'd had training in... Something, she couldn't quite figure out what. Talking with Takeru normally was out of the question and she didn't dare pry into his life through Kiku, which meant simply trying to figure it out on her own. Whatever it was, it was something that had her loving how he fought, how he moved, the spark it brought to his eyes... And she hated herself for feeling any of it to begin with.

Burying her urge to ask, Mako slipped her hands behind her back, casting him a small smile. “You can go home. I'll be fine, I promise. We'll just tell Kiku I went right home after school.”

“....I don't listen to you.”

He didn't listen to anyone, a chirp she kept in her head rather than speaking it aloud and all but asking him to punch her. “So you're just going to follow me around?”

“....”

“That's a bit...”

“Shut up and go home. It's almost dark.”

You shouldn't be on this side of the pier after dark.

If she didn't know any better, she'd think him concerned.

Heaving another sigh, the caramel-haired teen turned on her heel, heading in the direction of her apartment building. No more than a moment later, the familiar sound of her 'guardian's' sneakers on the cement picked up once more; he fully planned on following her until she was home, she realized, smile softening. Good... Despite her complaints and attempts to get him to go home, she appreciated having him close by. Takeru, for all his faults and stubbornness, was still warmth and safety, and she refused to tell him how much better she felt having him there.

Instead, she laced her fingers together behind her back, keeping her gaze on the path ahead. Just keep moving forward... How ironic that she felt like she could with him so close. “Hey... Thanks.”

“Hn.”

Good, he didn't want her to explain... She wasn't sure she could, on any front. Still... Did he have to be so quiet...?