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intheticklecloset · 4 years ago

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A Giggly Bike Ride (My Hero Academia)

This fic was purchased from my Coffee Shop by a generous supporter. Thank you!

Primary Universe

Summary: While riding bikes together one afternoon, Kiri senses Todoroki isn't quite himself and decides to check in before they go any further.

A/N: The individual who requested this fic through BMC asked for something in which Todoroki was feeling down and Kirishima tried to cheer him up with gentle tickles. I added in some rougher ones as well because it's a force of habit, but hopefully this is what you were looking for! Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,303

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“Race you to the bottom!” Denki shouted, throwing himself down the side of the hill on his bike, following the path precariously fast toward the scenic river route at the base.

Bakugou yelled after him angrily. “Hey! You got a head start, cheater! Get back here!”

“Can’t stop now!”

With a growl, the atomic blonde raced after Denki, who was laughing gleefully as his speed became a bit too much to control and he wobbled on his bike as it evened back out onto a flatter surface.

Sero, Kiri, and Todoroki watched them go before the tape hero climbed off his seat and muttered, “Yeah, no, not doing that. I’m walking mine down.” He turned to the others. “You guys coming?”

Todoroki started to move as well, but Kiri reached out to grab his handlebar and said, “We’ll catch up! I wanna chat with Todo for a second.”

“Sure,” Sero said, unbothered. He carefully walked his bike down the hill after the two crazy blondes in their riding group.

“Kirishima?” Todoroki asked, curious.

The redhead glanced at him. “You okay?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve been really quiet this whole ride. Like, quieter than usual. Is something wrong?”

Todoroki blinked, surprised Kiri had noticed. He’d assumed his four riding buddies were too wrapped up in their fun to notice him. Not that he minded. He enjoyed being able to have time to think while still being with other people. But now that he knew his friend had been worrying about him silently for who knew how long, he felt guilty.

“Oh. No, nothing’s wrong, exactly. I just feel out of sorts today.” He frowned. “I’m sorry to ruin your fun by making you worry about me.”

“Ruin my fun?” Kiri nudged him. “Not at all, dude. I just wanted to check in. Now, if you’d told me something really tragic had happened, that might change things a little. But if you’re just feeling down that’s okay. I get it. It happens sometimes.” He tilted his head. “Seriously, though? There’s nothing bothering you?”

“Not really.”

“Okay, then.” Kiri grinned, reaching out to poke his side. “Then let’s see a smile, buddy.”

Todoroki gasped and jerked away as much as possible while still half-sitting on his bike seat, a wobbly smile on his lips. “Careful. We’re at the top of a hill.”

“Then you’d better start smiling.” Kiri teased, grabbing onto his ribs with all five fingers this time.

Todoroki jerked out of the way, a giggle escaping. “Hehehey!”

“C’mon, smile for me, Todo!” The redhead kept it up, randomly jabbing and poking along Todoroki’s sides and ribs, smiling at the cute snickers and twitches he was getting for his efforts. At one point he tried to reach up into Todoroki’s underarm, and when the icy-hot hero pulled away, Kirishima grabbed him around his middle and pulled him into an awkward half-hug while they were both still on their bikes, drilling into his belly and hips with more precision now.

“Ahahahaha! Kirishihihihihima!” Todoroki cried, giggling steadily and twisting a little, but not really fighting back all that much. “Cahahahahareful! The hihihihihill!”

“I’ve got a hardening quirk. You seriously think I’d let you fall down this hill without protecting you?” Kiri finally managed to worm one hand up into his underarm, making Todoroki shriek and burst into harder laughter, struggling for real now.

“I DOHOHOHOHON’T WAHAHAHANT YOU HUHUHUHURT!!”

“Again – hardening quirk. I’ll be fine, and so will you.” Kiri laughed along with him, hugging him even closer and scribbling wildly over his torso and into his armpit. “If you’d stop squirming, that is! Jeez, Todo, it’s like you’re ticklish or something!”

Todoroki shrieked with laughter and arched his back in an attempt to get away, nearly tumbling off his bike and down the hill exactly as he was afraid he would. Kiri decided it was time to switch tactics. Still laughing with his friend, he unceremoniously dismounted and discarded his bike in the middle of the path, then proceeded to drag Todoroki off of his and hug him tightly from behind, squeezing his sides, hips, and even his thighs in a relentless tickly attack.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! KIRISHIMAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Todoroki squealed, struggling and laughing and eventually becoming too weak to stand up anymore. He started to fall to the ground, and Kiri went with him, still tickling, still teasing.

“So, Todo? Feeling better yet, hmm?”

“YEHEHEHEHES!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Please keep going, since it’s working so well?” Kirishima beamed, pushing Todoroki onto his back and straddling his hips, darting both hands up into his underarms again. “You bet, buddy!”

Todoroki tossed his head back with laughter while his arms clamped down automatically, further trapping his assailant right where he was, ensuring the tickling would continue. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Aww, tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!!”

“You say that, but you’re not really fighting back all that much, are you?” Kiri teased, finally snatching up Todoroki’s wrists and pinning them above his head with his hardening quirk, using his free hand to scribble his fingers into the now unprotected armpits. “Plus, you let me take you down super easily just now. This is helping you, isn’t it?”

Todoroki blushed so red Kiri suddenly couldn’t tell where his scar began. “PLEHEHEHEASE, KIRIHIHIEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

“Well? It’s a simple question~”

“YEHEHEHEHEHES!!” Todoroki was laughing so hard he was practically wheezing, his legs kicking uselessly behind Kiri’s straddle. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, NOT SO HAHAHAHAHARD!!”

Kiri winced, but continued smiling as he trailed his fingers down from his armpits to his sides and ribs. “Sorry, force of habit. Is this better?”

“Yehehehehes,” Todoroki giggled out his reply, still squirming but not nearly as desperate now. He gasped for breath between huffs of soft laughter. “Thihihihihis is embahahaharrasing…”

“What?” Kiri cried, letting go of his wrists to pinch his bottom ribs. “Take that back!”

Todoroki shot his arms down again, his giggling becoming higher-pitched. “Nohohohohoho, I mehehehehean…I mean it tihihihihihickles a lohohohot, b-but…”

“Buuuuut?”

“But I lihihihihihike it.” Todoroki covered his face, flushed a deep red. “It’s hehehehelping.”

“Well, good!” Kirishima declared, reaching one hand under the icy-hot’s shirt to scribble at his bare tummy and belly button. “Then I’m happy to keep doing it for as long as you want.”

“B-But wehehehehe’re in publihihihic!”

“So?” Suddenly the redhead stopped, worried. “Oh, wait, is that not okay? I know Bakugou hates that kind of thing. Are you uncomfortable doing this now?”

Todoroki seemed even more flustered than before, if that were possible. “W-Well, I…”

“Hey, idiots!” Speak of the devil, Bakugou’s voice suddenly interrupted their moment. A split second later his spiky blonde hair became visible, as well as his irritated face. He huffed from the effort of walking back up the hill. “The heck are you doing? We’ve been waiting for you down there forever!”

Kiri checked his watch. “It’s been five minutes, dude.”

“We could have been at the picnic spot by now if you two hadn’t stopped to have your little tickle fest.” Bakugou glared at them. “Can’t you do this once we’re there? The rest of us are starving. Let’s go! Move your butts!”

Todoroki gently pushed at Kirishima, who got off of him, and they both stood up.

“You’re right,” Todoroki said to the blonde, glancing at Kiri with a slight smile. “We should do this once we’re at the picnic area.”

Kiri grinned, catching the hint easily. He scooped up his bike and hopped on. “In that case, I’ll race you there, Todo!” And he took off down the hill, laughing, ignoring the surprised and indignant yells of his friends behind him.

And once all five of them were at their destination and had eaten, Kirishima wasted no time in resuming what he’d started at the top of the hill, gently tickling and teasing Todoroki into a happy oblivion to cure his sad mood for the rest of the weekend.

#fanfiction #tickle fic #boku no hero #my hero academia #bnha #mha #shoto #todoroki #eijirou #kirishima #bike ride #coffee shop #buy me a coffee #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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dinogoofy · 4 years ago

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Erron black/F! Reader

Old friend.

This one took a little bit, sorry if it's not quite as quality as my other fics!

MAJOR TW for Guns, threats, and Kano being a dick to precious puppies.

You and Erron black had grown up together. Two kids brought closer by horrible lives. Sharing the scraps of food you had with each other. Ranting about awful parents, ranting about school. In your teenage years, you were the one to patch him up after fights. He was the one to beat the shit out of your bullies. The two of you hated that town and everyone in it. You used to think the two of you would stay as thick as thieves forever. Your paths only split when you wanted to live a normal life. Live the peaceful, country way you had seen so many others do, but never grew up with yourself. Erron, however, only wanted money, glory. He wanted to take the back roads and do all the things normal folks wouldn't dare to get his fill.

You didn't understand his choice to be a mercenary, but it wasn't your choice to make for him. Whatever life he wanted to have was good enough for you as long as he made it out of that shitty town. He didn't contact you much. He only really showed up on your doorstep when he was dying and needed someone to patch him up. But at least he was coming to see you, right?

With a sigh you stepped into your little country home, smiling slightly at the immediate sounds of your fur babies running to meet you. A blur of orange fur rushing to thread between your legs and trip you, while your sweet pound mutt waited patiently for you to set your keys on the key rack.

"Hey boys." Chester meowed at you rather loudly, only to take off when you leaned down to pet him. The crazy feline darting under Archie's body as he happily waited for his own pets. It was easy to smile at the warm welcome, immediately a little more relaxed after finally getting home. You stretched at the door, setting your bag down to head into the kitchen.

The first thing you settled on was giving your boys their long-awaited scoops of food, both of them sat down neatly next to each other. Only Archie waited for your go-ahead, Chester already digging in by the time you gave him a laughing "Ok, Archie."

You patted your mutt before taking some leftovers out, eyes catching on the printed photo of you and Erron from senior year. It's been a few months since last he came to visit. The thought made you a little sad. But the memory of the photo gave you a nostalgic, happy feeling. With an arm slung around his shoulders, and a goofy look on your face, Erron was the complete opposite of you. The goof pretended to be annoyed at your antics, but you could see the slight smile at the corner of his lips.

"Come on! Just one photo. It's not like it's going to kill you, Erron."

"It's not going to kill me, no. But I might end up killing you."

"Pfft- yeah right."

Your smile grew a bit wider. You sat down at the table alone as you finished your dinner. Erron had always been a strange one. Always tough, trying to be unfeeling. Not wanting anyone to be close. Not wanting any affection besides the one-night stands and the women he infatuated. Always the one to flirt, but never with you.

No. Not ever with you. You smirked. He always acted differently around you. More nervous, more fidgety. You'd been in love with him since before you even knew what love truly was. And you had known for years that he loved you back. You had just been waiting for him to admit it. You'd scoffed at yourself time and time again for not making the first move, but Erron wasn't ready for that. You didn't think he was, at least. You just wished he had gotten therapy like you had asked him to.

The scraping of your fork against your plate was your only indication that you had finished eating, you definitely spaced out a bit. You always did when you thought of Erron. Maybe he would visit soon. Maybe you should stop thinking that to make yourself feel better.

The plate clicked lightly against the floor when you set it down for Archie to lick before you set it in the sink. By the time you turned off all the lights and headed to bed Chester was already asleep on your pillow, Archie curled up in his own bed next to the nightstand. You moved the orange tabby slightly to the side so you could lay down, and he yelled in protest the way that annoyed kitties do. It was easy to slip into a comfortable sleep with your boys next to you.

The sound of your sweet Archie growling a feral warning was what woke you up that night. You shot out of bed, ripping off the covers and grabbing the shotgun from under your mattress. Archie never growls. An unhinged bark sent a jolt of panic through you, along with Chester, who woke up to sprint under your bed and hide. Archie certainly never barked. Not like that. Not in that way. Something was wrong. You clicked off the safety and cocked the shotgun.

You moved slowly at first, creeping your way over to the sound of Archie's growls, but when he let out a sharp whine, your vision went white-hot with rage.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY DOG!" You shouted, finally turning the corner and into the living room where two figures lurked. The lamp was still on, and as your eyes adjusted you could make out the masked face of Erron, and the form of some asshole looming over Archie with your baby backed into a wall.

Erron didn't respond at all at the sight of you. The unknown figure by your dog stood up slowly and whistled.

"You did say she was a feisty one." You scowled, keeping the gun pointed squarely on the man.

"Erron. I don't know why you're fucking here, but please tell me you don't know this asshole so I can just shoot him." Erron rolled his eyes at you. The figure laughed, moving away from Archie, who sprinted over to you so that he could cower behind your legs. Your eyes were trained on the figure as he proceeded to sit in your own fucking armchair.

"Name's Kano. Leader of the black dragon." The black dragon. The group of mercenaries that Erron had joined. Why the fuck did Erron bring this guy into your home. Erron called your name.

"Set the gun down, sugar." You didn't take your eyes off of Kano.

"Respectfully, Erron, I don't think I will." Kano laughed, but you didn't think anything was funny. Erron called your name again, strutting over to you carelessly. Archie growled as he got closer. He set a hand on the gun, pushing it down.

"Calm. Down." You huffed but gave in. Sending your friend a nasty look as you lowered your defense. Erron wouldn't willingly let you be in danger. There's no way he would. You had to remember that.

"We came here for some help. 'Know that cave at the edge of your property?" The cave? You found it when you had just moved in, part of an old interlocking set of mining tunnels carved out of the land in the early 1900s. When you checked it out at first, it was Erron who actually went with you. You had a fond memory of fucking around in the tunnel, only to find an old elevator next to a dead-end tunnel with bloody handprints and markings that trailed across the wall and into the elevator. That was enough to get the two out of there. What would they want with it?

"What about it?"

"Those runes we found in it match what a client is looking for. We just want to check it out, and get outa' you're way." You laughed, glancing between Kano, who was currently putting a cigarette out on your favorite chair- and Erron, who still stood next to you in an almost defensive manner.

"Am I supposed to believe that there's no catch to this? No killer secrets? No blackmail?" Kano snickered, standing from his chair and walking over to you. You stood strong, but the beating of your heart sped up. You hated feeling afraid.

"The catch is, you show us the cave, and we leave your little buddy here alive." You scowled, and Erron sighed deeply at his boss, knowing already that he had started something.

"First of all, you don't get shit if you threaten my dog, asshole. You piece of human sh-"

"Just think of it as a favor between friends." Erron interrupted. You frowned at his words. His paycheck was definitely depending on it. Your thoughts split In two different ways. One, the fact that he's using your friendship to manipulate you into doing him a favor, two… it felt relieving that he still thought of you as friends.

You finally gave in, sighing and relaxing almost completely. Archie nuzzles your leg before running off. You turned your head just slightly to watch him out of confusion when a sudden yank catches your attention. Kano had snatched your shotgun straight out of your hands. Erron stiffened next to you.

"I'll take that!"

"You-!" Erron held out back just as you went to lunge at Kano. You struggled against him for just a moment before he gave you a bit of a push to set you back. What had gotten into him?!

"Ah ah ah! Sorry, Sheila, there's no way we're gonna let you keep this on you. Erron?" Kano taunted. You went to yell in protest but only yelped, Erron's hands suddenly holding onto your arm.

"Just comply. It'll be over soon." Erron whispered. You grumbled in protest but didn't fight it as they took you from your warm house.

Kano walked proudly ahead of you and Erron while navigating to the cave. Fucker didn't even know where he was going. You had been scowling the whole time, a surprising feat while Erron was around. Speaking of which, His hand on your arm had softened its hold, but the strangest thing was that he still wouldn't look at you.

"This is your idea of a visit?" You mumbled to him. He shook his head, his heavy steps landing on a twig he forcefully snapped as you walked. He was definitely in a mood.

"This' a business trip, hun. Wouldn't be here if it weren't for that." You snickered.

"Yeah right. You'd end up here eventually." You said the words but didn't quite believe them as you walked. "Don't think you could stay away if you tried."

"-And I tried." You ignored the painful sting in your chest, going silent before shouting another set of directions to Erron's dipshit boss. You could almost feel Erron's gaze change as his eyes remained on you.

"-look, I didn't want you to get caught up in all this. It's bad enough that I'm here now." The words made you frown slightly. You elbowed Erron in the side, trying to make a little light of the situation.

"Better than Kano coming out here by himself." Erron laughed.

" 'Betcha you'd've killed him the moment he stepped into your house."

"I almost did." You couldn't see Erron's smile through his mask, but the happy look in his eyes was infectious. You couldn't help but blush a bit, walking closer to him. His hold on your arm was loose and comfortable at this point, and you couldn't make yourself break out of it.

"You lovebirds done shit-talking or what?" God, you hated this Kano guy. The rest of the walk was silent. After about 30 minutes of almost tripping on fallen limbs, you finally made it to the cave.

"Quite a big place for such a little property, huh?" You didn’t respond to Kano. Ignoring him as Erron guided you to walk past him.

"Oh don't be coy. Where'd all that fire go?" Kano was taunting you again, but both you and Erron ignored him this time. Erron spoke over him when he tried to speak a third time.

"Which way d'you go from here?" You laughed.

"You think I know? I try to stay away from this place as much as I can. Haven't been here since you were with me." Erron furrowed his eyebrows, taking a moment to click a flashlight on. He looked around for a moment, before setting out in a direction. Kano followed behind, a little too close to your back for your liking.

Shivers ran rampant across your skin when you finally found the elevator. Kano pushed past you forcefully, knocking you off balance. Erron caught you with a steady hand around your waist. You relaxed in his touch, and once again pushed forward.

"Ahh! Look at that beauty!" Kano took out a camera, and you flinched at the flash.

"I'm sure the client won't mind if we keep a few copies of the pictures to ourselves, now would he?" Kano laughed. Being around Erron was nice, but you were losing your patience. It was late, you had work in the morning, and you were just plain tired of this black dragon bullshit. You didn't notice when Erron's arm fell away from yours.

"Look, I showed you the cave. Just give me my gun, and let me go back to bed." Kano snickered at your words, Erron loomed behind you.

"I don't think you'll be going far." Kano spat on the ground after he spoke, you scowled.

"Excuse me?" Kano's smile was gritty and disgusting. He whistled at Erron, walking past you with your shotgun held loosely in his grip. You contemplated snatching it, but when you whipped around-

It almost felt like you couldn't breathe. You were staring down the barrel of Erron's pistol for a long moment.

"Look kid, we can't have someone like you knowing about this cave thing, it's too risky and all that blabber, you understand. You've been such a delightful host and all, but it's time for you to go." Kano laughed.

"Can't tell any divine dipshits about our little meeting if she's dead anyway, now can she Erron?" Erron had never been so out of focus before, his stomach wringing in knots. He hardly knew what to think as he pointed the gun at you, something he'd never thought he'd ever do.

"Hey?" A little voice called out. A little face leaning down to peer at the little boy with his head buried unto his knees. He hardly glanced up.

"Hi." He had murmured so quietly.

"Do you want to share this sandwich with me? You look lonely."

"Erron?" Your voice quivered. Panic was written all over your face. His finger lingered on the trigger as his chest squeezed.

"Sit still, dumbass." You squeezed his bloodied arm.

"That shit burns!" He hissed out. You laughed at him, dabbing at the large cut he had gotten from some idiot with broken glass on the school grounds.

"Well duh. It's isopropyl alcohol. It's gonna burn like hell." He was cute when he was confused. You laughed.

"It disinfects the wound, Erron."

"... I knew that. I'm not fucking stupid." He had grumbled.

"Nothin' personal." He finally spoke. The words hurt him as they came out.

"That's not how you use a rifle." Throwing popcorn, at Erron, you quickly stole the remote to turn the volume up.

"Shh! Just shut up and enjoy the movie. Westerns aren't exactly supposed to be realistic."

"Well I can't really enjoy an unrealistic western, can I?- he's holding that wrong-"

Your face started to shift from panic to anger as kano patted Erron's shoulder, walking back into the rickety elevator.

"Panicked now, aren't ya Sheila? Want to beg? Or are you the proud sort?" You snarled at him.

"No." You said stiffly. "No. I want to see you do it, Erron." Kano laughed from the elevator. Erron remained stiff, his smooth voice taking a moment to come out.

"Look, you don't know-"

"I said do it, Erron!" You snapped, stepping closer to the cowboy. He didn't step back, his hand didn't waver. You stepped close enough to him that the barrel of his pistol pressed to your forehead.

"Go ahead! Be Kano's little lapdog. Shoot me." You spat, the adrenaline working its way into your system. "Shoot me and say goodbye to all the FUCKING years I took care of your ass and bury me in that shitty town we grew up in Erron!" Erron's stone-faced seriousness finally broke, and even though he was wearing a mask you could still see the rage in his eyes as he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and forcefully yanked you closer to him. He kept the gun pressed to the side of your head.

"Do you have any idea who you're provoking? You. don't. know me. anymore. Sugar. You don't have any idea what I'm capable of!" You let out a curt laugh.

"You and I both know I still do." You snarled. Both of you went silent, the tension crackling between the two of you. You could see the panic that hid under the steely overlaying emotion in his eyes. Only Kano's ongoing childish taunts remained.

"Well then, Erron? Get on with it!" Erron's stiff posture remained, he spoke to Kano, but his eyes remained on yours.

"Fuck off Kano." Kano didn't take that well.

"Excuse me? I'm your boss, dipshit. You can't just-" All of a sudden, Erron pushes you back, reels around, and shoots through the spaces in the old metal elevator, the bullet hits the back of the wall, and ricochets through the old, decaying pulley rope that held it up. Kano looks up in horror and rage. His screaming and cursing faded as the elevator launched down and crashed to the very bottom of the mine.

All is silent. All that can be heard is your labored breathing from all the shouting and adrenaline.

"Still want me to shoot you?" Erron asks. Speaking smug words with a tone only you could recognize as him trying to hide his panic. You scowled again. Walking over to him with tears stinging at the corner of your eyes.

"You're such a fucking asshole!" You shouted, punching him in the shoulder. Erron didn't flinch.

"And?" You couldn't stop the tears now. All the pain, and heartbreak, and sadness rushing out at once. You weekly hit his shoulder one more time, and grappled him into a hug, burying your face into his chest without being able to stop your sobs. Erron stood stiff. After a moment, his arms slid around your waist, and he held you back tightly.

"Kano's gonna kill you for that." You laughed through the tears. Erron didn't respond. His hand left your side for only a moment, and when it held onto again he had taken off his mask, letting it drop to the floor. Erron buried his face into your hair, holding you a bit tighter than before.

It was quiet again. Erron squirmed after a moment.

"...I wouldn't have buried you in that town." You snorted, not taking your face out of his chest, biting your nails into the fabric of his shirt just a bit.

"So you admit you would've shot me?" Erron didn't react to the words. He only sighed into your hair, lifting a hand to pinch your ear. You pulled yourself out of his chest with a laugh, and his hands settled on your waist. You wiped your tears, your nose, and tried to make yourself a little better. It didn't really work. Erron could see that. He lifted a calloused hand to your cheek anyway.

"Just because you've come to your fucking senses doesn't mean I'm not still mad." You sniffled, smiling still as the bitter words fell out of your mouth.

"Yeah, well you should be. Kano was being an asshole anyway. That's the only reason I let you go." Erron coughed, you raised an eyebrow at him, clearly not buying it. He rolled his eyes, huffing through his nose.

"... Maybe not the only reason." The smile returned to your face, and you rolled your eyes at him this time. At this point, it was almost like he didn't realize it himself.

"God, you're really not fooling anyone, dumbass." Erron scowled, about to retort when you decided, Fuck it. And clutched his face to pull him into a kiss. He didn't respond at first, stiff and uneasy. Always so stubborn. After a second or two though, he melted into your lips, pulling you closer. It was hard to hold on to all your anger when he was just so kissable. He'd get his ass beaten for this little stunt. You would make sure of that, but right now all you wanted to focus on was the relieving kiss you had waited so long for.

#mk erron black #erron black x reader #erron black imagine #erron black reader insert #mortal kombat x reader #mk imagine

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beatlesdumpsterfire · 3 years ago

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prompt -> everyone cowers in front of ringo's supreme power

There’s a reason why Ringo never played drum solos. If you thought it was because he simply didn’t like them, then I’m sorry, but you got fooled by a famous Beatles lie. No, Ringo didn’t play drum solos because he had stage fright, or he thought that they were too ostentatious - he refused to play them because he knew it would give him too much power. So much power, in fact, that he could cause the end of the world.

Sounds dramatic, I know, but don’t believe me? Back in the Hamburg days, after being heckled by a rambunctious crowd for over 2 hours straight to play something that could put Buddy Rich to shame, Ringo finally cracked. He ran 64th notes down his drum kit in such a rapid succession that he started to glow bright orange, as if he were on fire. Rory and the rest of the band didn’t know what to do with their glowing orb of a drummer, but they didn’t have much time to fret on it anyways because the walls of the Kaiserkeller started to rattle and crack, which made the German audience, still recovering from WW2, duck for cover with a collective yelp.

“Ringo!” Rory tried to yell over the ear-splitting noise that was coming from Ringo as his orange glow got progressively brighter. Ringo couldn’t hear him because he was in the zone. The Auto Zone. “Quit it!!”

Ringo moved from his 64th notes to smacking away at his cymbals like he was releasing the rage of a thousand years. The middle of the dance floor started to cave in, swallowing those who couldn’t move away fast enough. If you listened closely, you could hear a deep, Liverpudlian laugh coming from the pit. The only reason Ringo didn’t cause the end of the world on this occasion was because, as he was about to start balancing his twirling drumsticks on his nose, his allergies (the thing that humbles us all) got the better of him, causing him to let out a loud sneeze that rocketed him away from his set. With his senses knocked back into him, Ringo gaped at the chaos in front of him and turned to Rory, who was gaping back at him with a look on his face that could only mean Ringo was out of the band.

This is the history of The Beatles that you don’t know about. Ringo was a freelancer for a brief moment in Hamburg before John, Paul, and George found him. There had been a rumor circulating that there was something wrong with Ringo, but when the three lads saw him standing outside of a club one cold evening, lighting a cigarette in his own solitude, they just assumed that everyone else was being mean and hinting at how big his nose was.

And just like that, Pete was out and Ringo was in, because John, Paul, and George had heard that Ringo could really bring the house down. Ringo had tried to warn his new band members on multiple occasions that he suspected there was something wrong with him, but all of them insisted that he was fine and that his nose really wasn’t that big, so he had nothing to worry about. Ringo wasn’t so sure about that but, following the Incident, he had braved the drums once again and managed to keep a steady beat without causing Armageddon. Needless to say, that didn’t mean he was any less nervous about playing. Luckily, he insisted enough times that he would never do a drum solo, and John, Paul, and George listened, though they did think he was a little bit looney.

And things were alright like this for a while, through the ups and downs of their career, playing across the globe to thousands of screaming fans. Ringo never once let his guard down: there were no solos coming from him, no matter how many people wanted it.

That fateful night in Hamburg felt like another life, so much so that Ringo nearly forgot about the unusual power he contained. It wasn’t until he was pushed to the edge that he remembered he held the fate of the world in the palm of his hand, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

The year was 1969, the holiest year of them all, and Ringo was about ready to thrust his head through some drywall, he was so fed up with his bandmates. The incessant bickering over which songs made the cut on the album and which didn’t were really starting to drive him up the wall. Maxwell’s Silver Hammer was just the icing on the cake.

“We need another take on that one,” Paul announced to the band with an air of authority that Ringo wished he could strangle. They had just finished playing through their forty-seventh take and, although Paul was acting like it wasn’t his fault, it was absolutely his fault that they had to play the damn song again. For someone who acted like he was the leader of the band, Paul sure was having trouble remembering his baloney lyrics.

Without a word, John let his guitar slip out of his hands so it clunked to the ground in an amplified drop, its buzzing filling the room. John left them like that, stomping to the door and letting himself out, back to sanity. George gazed longingly at the door like he wanted to follow behind John, but he knew too well that Paul wasn’t going to let that happen. Completely unbothered by John, Paul turned to face the engineers in the sound booth and motioned in a grand gesture for them to start a new tape.

George looked across at Ringo and Ringo stared blankly back at him. He was really trying to repress everything he was feeling.

“Take 48,” George Martin nervously announced into their headphones, like he knew he was stoking a fire.

“Ringo, I’m gonna need some more umph on that drum part,” Paul turned back to Ringo with a smug look stretched across his face. “If you can handle it.”

That was it. That was freaking it. That was the line. The line’s way back there. Paul crossed that line. He crossed that line so hard it’s not even funny.

Ringo stood from his kit but, unlike John, he didn’t book it for the door. Instead, he rushed around the room, gathering every single percussion instrument he could find.

“I’ll give you umph,” he growled at Paul. In return, Paul smiled back at him because that was exactly what he wanted. In between them, George grabbed at his head. His two mates were really making him question why they were his mates in the first place.

“Take 48!” Paul called up to George Martin, spinning his finger around to motion that they start the tape. Then, he turned back to Ringo, who was staring at him with so much intensity it was a miracle Paul wasn’t sent flying backwards.

“One, two, one two three...”

Paul started to play the opening chords on his dinky little piano but Ringo wasn’t having any of that, oh no. He pounded into his snare drum so hard one of the drumsticks broke through the skin. Instead of pulling it out, Ringo left it there and grabbed a tambourine, which he proceeded to bang against his hi-hat. Paul wasn’t sure what Ringo was doing, but they had experimented enough in the past that he let it slide. George, on the other hand, was silently whispering prayers to himself as he stared at Ringo's glowing figure in horror. Ringo knew exactly what he was doing; if he did a drum solo, he could wreck their studio enough that he wouldn’t have to listen to Maxwell’s frickin Silver Hammer again. The trouble was, Ringo didn’t know when the right time was to stop.

By the time he started using two maracas as drumsticks on a timpani, Ringo began to slowly levitate. George’s whispered prayers were becoming louder from his panic. Up in the booth, it looked like the two remaining Beatles were performing an exorcism on Ringo.

“What the-” George Martin muttered. The boys must have stumbled across some new kind of street drug that really messed you up.

“Maxwell Anderson, majoring in medicine,” Paul cheerfully sang from his piano, his back turned to Ringo. Ringo started to shake in place, now suspended 5 feet above the ground, clicking castanets angrily while glaring down at Paul. George gaped as Ringo's color switched to a fiery, Kool Aid Man-red. It was bad. Paul continued to unknowingly play, but his left hand took a break to wipe some sweat from his brow. Someone must have turned up the heat, he mused to himself.

But no, it was Ringo, on the brink of causing a thermonuclear explosion. George was initially concerned for Ringo’s safety but, after seeing actual waves of heat emitted from his beige suit, George decided that his pal wasn’t worth it. He’d had some great memories with Ringo, but he could remember those later in therapy. For the meantime, he was getting the hell out of dodge, to wherever John had escaped to.

The problem was, Ringo’s power was sucking George so dry that he hardly had any energy left in him to move. It was like the goddamn relativity cadenza all over again. The more Ringo banged out the drum solo of the millenium, the more powerful he became. No one could stop him, he was a god. Ringo, god of the bongos. The most feared of them all.

Something caused Paul to finally turn around (probably Mal missing his cue to play the anvil because he was too distracted by whatever the hell Ringo was up to) and, when he did, his jaw dropped.

“Wot the fuck Ringo?” he shouted. They hadn’t agreed that Ringo could become a celestial being during their recording session. At that moment, John barged back in through the door, ready to give his half-hearted apology to Paul. That was quickly thrown in the trash when John looked up at their drummer, who now resembled a ball of fire, like the sun or something. (Even though it seems appropriate, no, unfortunately George didn’t write Here Comes the Sun about this event - that song had already been recorded at this point). John, as terrified as he was, couldn’t help but let out a loud cackle at the spectacle that was playing out in front of him. He knew that their session for Maxwell’s Silver Hammer had been bad, but he didn’t realize it was this bad, so much so that their drummer was spontaneously combusting.

“Silence, mortal!” Ringo boomed down at John, not even missing a beat on his woodblock solo.

That got John to shut up pretty fast.

“No one dares laugh at the almighty and powerful Ringo!” Ringo continued, his words practically searing through everyone’s skulls. “I can end you with the crash of a cymbal, I can tear this planet apart, piece by piece with only the sheer power of my mind!”

“Good for you, Ringo,” Paul stammered out as he tried to hide behind his piano. Paul was smart to pick up on the fact that, out of all of them, Ringo probably had the biggest score to settle with him. He really sincerely hoped that his charm would be enough to keep Ringo from smiting him but, just to be extra safe, he threw one of his famous winks Ringo’s way. Ringo, in turn, glared at Paul and pulled out a triangle.

“With a single ding on this triangle,” Ringo bellowed out, so loudly that everyone in England could hear him, “our planet will cease to exist.” He floated closer to Paul and Paul in return tried to back up, though he quickly found himself pushed against the wall. “Is that enough umph for you, Paul?” Ringo sneered back at him. Paul tried to respond that Ringo really didn’t have to do that and, actually take 14 had come out pretty good, but he found all of his words trapped in his throat. Ringo’s power was too overwhelming. Ringo seemed satisfied that he had terrified Paul so much that he finally shut his yap and, to really gloat in his glory, his hand slowly crept towards the triangle.

The closer Ringo got to hitting that triangle, the bigger he got. The image was straight out of Alice in Wonderland - in a matter of seconds, Ringo had grown too big to fit in their studio. That didn’t matter much, as the heat coming off of him helped sear away the wooden ceiling so it came crashing around him.

He’s really getting a big head, John mused to himself, though he didn’t dare make his observation out loud, which was a good decision because he would have been a goner otherwise. At this point, Ringo’s feet stretched the entire length of the studio (or, what remained of it) and his head was well above the skyline of London, where everyone could see him and scream with horror before going, “Wait, is that Ringo Starr from the Beatles?”

Ringo was only inches away from the triangle now and London had never been hotter. The ocean was starting to dry up on the coast, fields were bursting in flames at random, and children started asking their parents why they didn’t have more fans in their houses. Alongside the heat, the ground started to quiver before shaking, rattling, and rolling. Cars rocked in the street, smashing into each other, and trees and buildings started to tilt sideways, like wannabe Leaning Towers of Pisa. People were starting to panic, because nothing this exciting had ever happened in England before.

“Ringo!” George tried to call up to his mate, though he knew it was no use, considering how high up Ringo was. “Please, stop it!” John and Paul heard George’s desperate pleas over the commotion and joined in, falling to their knees and clasping their hands together, begging with all the energy they had left.

“We’ll let you have more songs on our album!” John tried.

“I’ll bring you more flowers,” George tried.

“We’ll stop recording Maxwell’s Silver Hammer for once and for all!” Paul tried without really thinking.

Ringo was a millimeter away from making contact with the triangle. But then, he stopped. And, faster than you could say “Maxwell Anderson,” the shaking and heat stopped. Ringo had almost instantly shrunk himself back down to his normal size and was no longer glowing a searing red. He calmly set the triangle down on the stool next to his kit and turned around to look at Paul, John, and George.

“Good,” was all he had to say. And, with that, he turned on his heel and strutted out of the practically demolished studio, whistling a happy tune to himself. Left behind, Paul, John, and George all tried to compose themselves.

“A new rule for the band,” Paul started slowly, “let’s not mess with Ringo.”

“Agreed,” John was quick to respond.

“Agreed,” George repeated.

#beatles ask #beatles fanfiction #ringo starr #george harrison #paul mccartney #john lennon #idk why I made paul a jerk here #sorry paul fans #ringo is a metaphysical being

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over-under-through1 · 4 years ago

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Can you do their reactions to finding out they are about to be parents. (RxR, GxG,BxB)

yes absolutely

Reds:

it was planned for awhile. they got married when they were 23, and discussed it for awhile. they both wanted kids, so they decided that they would start trying to have one a few years after they both were out of school and settled into the business world. they wanted to make sure their jobs and home life were stable

Blossom got pregnant when she was 28, and Brick... well Brick cried. a lot. he was ecstatic, and all the while Blossom was looking at him with a fond little smirk. it was very cute

Blossom was also really happy. she knew they were ready for this next step in their lives and she was confident in her (and her husband’s) abilities to raise it

just for fun I’m gonna throw in how their siblings reacted for each pregnancy

Butch punched Brick in the arm and said “nice, hopefully the kid’ll take after it’s mom instead of you”. Brick was displeased with this statement

both Boomer and Bubbles screamed. very loudly

Buttercup didn’t know how to react so she just started awkwardly clapping

Greens:

they were a little unsure about whether or not they wanted kids, they’d discussed it in the past and neither of them disliked the idea, they just didn’t really know the right way to go about it

well... that was thrown out the window when Butch’s dumbass broke the condom

so BC got pregnant

surprisingly, neither of them freaked out that much and both were pretty happy. they had good jobs, a nice home, and people in their lives who could help them out

however, when Butch found out he fainted. like. 3 times

Buttercup slapped him awake each time and he kinda looked at her like “are you for real? you’re preggo?”

“yeah I’m serious”

“...NICE TINY ME IS GONNA BE SO BADASS”

“it might be a girl you don’t know”

“then tiny YOU IS GONNA BE SO BADASS”

it was a lot of happy yelling on Butch’s part with happy rolling of the eyes from Buttercup

when they told their siblings it went over... interestingly

Blossom started giving them a presentation on the do’s and dont’ of pregnancy. she then proceeded to threaten Butch with his life if he did anything even slightly off from her power point

Brick, being the level headed very sophisticated man he is, started crying. he cries a lot when it comes to family. Buttercup looked at him like he was insane

Boomer had the only sane reaction, he just gave them both hugs and said “congrats you’ll do great”

Bubbles screamed again. then she started racing around the greens house, baby proofing everything, and threw out all the caffeinated beverages she could find

Blues:

when Bubbles found out she... well she screamed. okay man, she screams everytime anyone announces they’re going to have a child

Boomer came running in, thinking something bad happened, but when he saw Bubbles’s face looking like it was gonna split in half from the smile, he got confused

she showed him the stick and he started jumping around the bathroom in delight. he like, kissed her a lot and then started talking to her stomach. it was cute

when they told their siblings Buttercup finally figured out the proper way to react. she went up to Boomer and punched him in the gut and said “if you fuck up I will hunt you down and make you regret every decision you’ve ever made leading up to this point. got it?”

Boomer, doubled over and in pain: g-got it *thumbs up*

Buttercup: great. well anyways, congratulations buddy I’m happy for you guys

Brick, once again, started happy crying. Blossom comforted him while giving the blues the same presentation she gave the greens. this time she didn’t have to threaten Boomer, since BC did it for her

Butch, being the little shit that he is, told Boomer “wow I’m surprised that you figured out how to work your dick”. this lead to Boomer chasing him around as everyone else sat on watching, placing bets on whether or not Butch would be in the hospital by the end of the day

I loved this ask, it was so fun to write about. thank you!!

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chuckepisodes · 4 years ago

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Pilot Part 2

"Chuck? Y/N? Chuck. Dude... Dude, you... you okay?" "Morgan?" Chuck spoke first. "Yeah, man, yeah, it's me." Chuck looked down and noticed you passed out also and were almost completely on top of him. "Y/N? Come on Y/NN wake up." Chuck said worried. You then stirred and opened your eyes and saw Chuck looking concerned. "Chuck?" "Yeah. You okay?" "I think so." You then noticed how you were practically on top of him and blushed. "Oh sorry Chuck." Chuck smiled and started to get up while helping you up as well. "It's okay. What happened?" he said looking over at Morgan now as Chuck kept an arm around you keeping you close. "I was going to ask you the same question. You okay?" " Did you spike the punch?" " Something goes wrong, you blame me. After all these years, where's the trust?"

After a while you all got dressed and ready for work. Luckily your uniform was still in your car. You all decided to car pool together since your jobs were so close together. Chuck and Morgan worked over at the Buy More while you worked over at Weinerlicious. You didn't exactly like your job but it helped pay the bills. As you all started to walk over to Chuck's car you and Chuck started to hear some things.

Security's checking all vehicles. We got a sig alert on the I-605, San Gabriel River Freeway, Ut South Bound. A fender bender on the I-5, Santa Ana freeway, north bound, from 91 freeway to the I-...

"So this morning I'm playing xbox. And I'm like, dude, just let me get the sniper rifle, I'll take care of it, the guy won't give me the sniper rifle. I made him eat a frag grenade." " Morgan, Morgan, Morgan, Morgan. As much as I would love to talk video games with you right now, I've got a really splitting headache ." "Yeah same here." You added in. Chuck looked over at you concerned then turned back to Morgan. "In fact, you know what? Can you do me a favor? Do you mind driving?" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you... are you, look, are you being serious? You're going to let me drive?" " It's a company car, Morgan. It's not that big a deal." " It's not just a company car, okay? A hoopty's a hoopty, home boy. I mean, this baby's sitting on chrome. Or... plastic." "Do me a favor and stay off the 5, okay? Because the cops are in phased deployment." You spoke up. Morgan looked at you a little weird and nodded his head. "Okay. Thanks for the tip, ponch."

Work was brutal as usual. When your break finally came along you decided to go over to Buy More to see if Chuck was free and was able to talk. You were curious about he wanted to talk to you about last night before all that happened. You walked in to find Chuck and Morgan chilling together. Chuck looked up and saw you coming over. He smiled as you were walking over waving at him. Damn this girl is so cute he thought. "Hey Chuck! Morgan!" "Y/N! To what do I owe this pleasure?" "Are you free right now?" Chuck looked around. Not much was happening. "Yeah! It's quiet. What's up?" Chuck said coming around his desk and standing next to you. "Well I know you wanted to talk to me last night about something but then all that happened. And I'm on my break right now so I was wondering if you wanted to have that conversation now?" Chuck all of a sudden became very very nervous. "Oh! Well uh...Uh..." "Or later? I mean it doesn't really matter. I just really want to know what you wanted to talk to me about." "And I get that! And I want to! It's just uh..." Chuck began to do a nervous laugh. Morgan then all of a sudden spoke up out of nowhere making you and Chuck look over at him. "Stop the presses! Who is that? Vicki Vale." A gorgeous blonde was making her way over to their desk. "Looks like you're going to have a customer. Listen Chuck we can talk later today after work okay?" Chuck looked down at you feeling bad. "I'm sorry Y/N." "Don't be sorry. It's fine! I'll talk to you later Chuck." You said giving him a side hug before leaving. "Bye Y/NN."

Chuck watched you leave the store. He wished so much to able to have that conversation with you and finally tell you how he feels. Guess it was going to have to wait a little longer. Chuck then turned his attention back to the other woman. "I hope I'm not interrupting. " "No. Not at all." Chuck said. "Hi. I'm Morgan. This is, uh, this is Chuck" "I didn't think people still named their kids Chuck, or Morgan, for that matter." " My parents are sadists, and carnival freaks found him in a dumpster. But they raised me as one of their own." Morgan said. "How can I help you... ? " Chuck started. "Sarah." She introduced herself. "Sarah." "I'm here about this. " Sarah said holding up her phone. "Oh, yeah. The intelicel. Yeah. Absolutely. This model has a little screw that pops loose right in the back here. Just go ahead and give ita couple of quick turns and... good as new, no problem. " "Wow! You geeks are good." " Nerds. I would say nerds probably more... It's no big deal. You know, yeah. I mean, nerd herd."

A man then came running up to Chuck asking for his help with his video camera. He left Sarah at the table to help this man. After helping him Chuck returned to his desk. "Chuck, dude, she left you her card." "Yes. " "Why wouldn't you call this girl?" "I don't know Morgan. Maybe because I've been trying to ask someone else out." "What? Who?" Chuck gave him an "Are you serious" look. "Y/N?" "Yes Y/N. I'm finally trying to ask her out." "Dude it's about time!" "Yeah. Anyways I'm going to go pick her up and we are heading back to my place." Morgan watched Chuck starting to head out the door and creepily sniffed Sarah's card before following him out.

Back at Chuck's house, the three of them were heading to the door when Chuck noticed that Morgan was still following them in when he knew what Chuck wanted to talk to you about. "Why are you following me home? " "Aw, come... hey. We're buddies. We're going to go do friend things, and... I need to use your computer because mine's still acting up on me. " "Irene Demova." "Ah! So beautiful and so... deadly." " Yeah. But you do know Y/N and I here need to talk. Alone." As soon as they walk into his house they noticed someone all in black along with a black mask hanging on to his computer. "Please, not the computer. " "Hai! " The intruder yelled. Morgan started throwing things at the intruder but they would just end up hitting back towards them and it ended up hitting Chuck in the stomach and... well his very sensitive area. Then he grabbed a vase which ended up hitting Chuck across the head. "Chuck! You okay?" you asked grabbing his arm. "Come on, Chuck! Do something!" Morgan started screaming. "Seriously Morgan!" you said looking back at him as you stood beside Chuck. Chuck then proceeded towards the intruder as they threw the computer at him. He caught it but then the person ended up swiping him from under his feet making him fall to the ground. Then they kicked and pushed him making fly towards the wall and landing on the table. "Oh my God Chuck!" You then turned to the intruder. "That's it!" You then tried to take a swing at the person but they just ended up shoving you down to the ground as well. "Those are my friends!" Morgan yelled grabbing a golf club charging at the person. They just ended up grabbing it out of his hands , ready to hit him. "Okay, look, they're not that good of friends." The intruder ended up knocking Morgan and sent him flying as well, landing right on top of Chuck. Then Chuck's computer fell off a shelf, breaking it in the process. The intruder ran out and Chuck looked horrified staring at his now broken computer. "Didn't you hang that shelf?" Meanwhile what they didn't know is that it was the blonde woman, Sarah, who was the intruder.

#Chuck Series Rewrite #Chuck TV Series #Chuck #Chuck x Reader #Chuck Bartowski #Chuck Bartowski x Reader #Zachary Levi

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alvacchi · 5 years ago

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Phantom Thief Hanako-kun AU Story: Chapter 8- The Search For Mitsuba

((Edit: I completely forgot a small recap so allow me to just add 😂))

In case it wasn't clear, this story does have its dark themes...

Enjoy!

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-Last time in the previous chapter...

-Yashiro accepted a missing case from Yako

-Hanako unexpectedly came into Yashiro's apartment with a fever and Yashiro took care of him

-Mitsuba got a visit from Tsukasa

-and Kou got missed calls from Mitsuba

-The story continues!

-The next morning

-Hanako slowly opened his eyes

-He hadn't slept that well and soundly in so long

-As his eyes adjusted to his surroundings

-He started realizing where he was

-That ceiling. This bed. And.

-He looked over to his side

-To what he was holding

-Daikon legs

-Which means

-He looked up to see Yashiro sleeping peacefully

-What kind of weird sleeping position did he take???

-No, that wasn't the point right now!

-He got up letting go of her legs, flustered and touched the top of his head

-His eyes widened

-Gone. His hat's gone.

-He patted himself in search of the jewel he stole during the heist

-That's gone

-He looked down at himself

-He wasn't in his clothes

-All the rustling and movements on the bed woke Yashiro up

-She stirred and got up, still slightly out of it

-As her eyes adjusted, she faced a flustered Hanako who looked at her in horror

-Yashiro: "Hm...? Hanako-kun?"

-Hanako: "Detective, what were you...??? What was I....???"

-He couldn't seem to form the words

-Yashiro snapped out of her sleepy state as she looked at Hanako

-Seeing him getting so flustered was making her blush as well

-They were both on the same bed

-Add that on top of him wearing some of Yashiro's clothes

-Yashiro sure was seeing a new side of him

-Hanako didn't seem to remember all of last night's events, judging from his reaction

-But Yashiro still did

-Yashiro: [flustered] "Nothing happened last night! You were just really sick."

-Hanako: "Oh..."

-He fidgeted

-Hanako: "Could I have my clothes back?"

-Yashiro: "Ah, right!"

-Yashiro gave him his clothes back

-Hanako quickly changed and regained his composure

-He didn't feel any jewel in his clothes

-He must have hidden it away somewhere like he did before

-Hanako: "Well I'd best be on my way"

-Yashiro: "Wait!"

-Yashiro grabbed Hanako on time to stop him from going out the window

-Yashiro: "You're not going to disappear again, are you? We still have that deal. A gentleman should keep his word, no?"

-Honestly at this point, the deal was an excuse so they could hang out more

-Hanako: "Heh~ You remember what I've said before. You want me to still visit?"

-Yashiro: "Yes!"

-There was no hesitation in her reply Hanako noted surprisingly

-Hanako: "...Very well then. I'll come by when I can"

-He doesn't seem to be so bothered anymore? Thank goodness

-Yashiro sighed in relief

-Yashiro: "Oh good. I thought I might have to resort to this."

-She pulled out the jewel which she kept in a box during the clothes swapping

-Hanako looked shocked

-Did that mean he came here immediately after the heist without a care?!

-Wow, he was not thinking straight at all

Hanako: "Oh god I didn't know you're such a savage. You got me"

-Hanako looked down and held his hand to cover his face

-He couldn't stop smiling

-Yashiro: "I can be when I want to! I shouldn't even be doing this but well..."

-Yashiro put the jewel in his hand

-Yashiro: "Here."

-Hanako covered his eyes with his bangs and looked away, turning his back

-Hanako: "Um....thanks. I'll see you some time soon."

-If Yashiro looked closely at him, the back ends of his ears were blushing bright red

-Yashiro: "See you"

-And with that, Hanako took off

-Yashiro got ready to go to Tsuchigomori's detective agency

-She just received a call from Tsuchigomori to come report

-She may still be investigating Yako's case but she should get back to the agency whenever she can in case she's needed

-She's an apprentice learning from Tsuchigomori after all

-Once she arrived at the office, Yako was sitting there annoying Tsuchigomori

-Tsuchigomori: "Don't you have anything better to do?"

-Yako: "I'm worried!"

-Yashiro: "Good morning, Tsuchigomori-sensei! Good morning, Yako-san!"

-Yako: "You're back! Any news? Good news??"

-Yashiro: "Uh I would still need more time to investigate. I'm sorry that I haven't found anything yet."

-Yako: "Ugh you're all useless! Misaki could be suffering at this very moment!"

-Yashiro: [sweatdrops] "Ahahaha...."

-Suddenly, the office door slammed open

-And in came a very worried Kou

-Kou: "SENPAI!"

-Yashiro: "Kou-kun?! What's wrong?"

-Kou: "It's Mitsuba! I don't know where he is!"

-Yashiro: "HUH?!"

-Kou: "He called me a few times last night and I didn't pick up but now when I try to call him back, I don't get a single response!"

-Yashiro: "Wait but this was last night, right? Maybe you're overreacting? He could be busy"

-Kou: "I thought that at first but then I thought about Yokoo and Satou. They haven't been responding to my messages either and they seem to have mysteriously disappeared from the traffic department for a couple days already so I'm worried."

-A bit of background:

-Yokoo and Satou were Kou's police buddies

-They trained together as novice police cadets way back

-Since they transferred to the traffic department, they gave Kou a traffic safety amulet, saying it suited him since it was a pun (The word on the amulet is pronounced "Koutsuu" in Japanese)

-Kou initially wore the amulet around his neck but now wears it on his right ear

-Kou's whistle was also a gift from them when he got promoted to a police officer

-Alright, back to the story!

-Yashiro: "What??"

-Yako: "Wait, what did you say? So, it wasn't just Misaki who disappeared?"

-Kou: "Huh? There's another person missing?"

-Yashiro was puzzled

-Were Kou's missing friends connected with the missing Misaki case?

-It was too early to conclude

-Kou: "Senpai, please! Could you help look for Mitsuba? I don't know about Yakoo and Satou but they're still part of the police force and they got each other so I believe they are able to take care of themselves. Mitsuba though...he doesn't seem to have anyone with him so I want to find him as soon as possible!"

-Yashiro: "Leave it to me!"

-Kou: "Thank you! I'll come along too! I feel responsible"

-Yako: "Hmph, if it's not about Misaki, then I'll just hang here."

-Tsuchigomori: [facepalm] "...I wonder how you're a policewoman"

-Kou and Yashiro left the agency in search for Mitsuba

-They started with places Kou believed Mitsuba would be at

-Then, they just looked around the city

-Kou had a worried look on his face the entire time that Yashiro couldn't help but worry for him

-She tried to think of a conversational topic to get his mind off the case for a bit

-Yashiro: "Kou-kun, I baked some donuts a couple days ago and I was reminded of you since you taught me how to make them"

-Kou: "Oh really? I'm glad that you like that recipe!"

-Well, he smiled a bit. That's good

-Kou and Yashiro ran into Teru in the middle of their investigation

-Yashiro: "Minamoto-senpai!"

-Kou: "Nii-chan!"

-Yashiro: "What are you doing here?"

-Teru: "I'm patrolling this area. What about you two?"

-Kou: "We're looking for Mitsuba! He might be around this area"

-Teru: "Then, let me join you! I may be able to help."

-Yashiro: "Thank you, Minamoto-senpai!"

-Kou: "Thank you, Nii-chan!"

-As always, Teru was so cool!

-But wait

-As Yashiro stared at him, she noticed that she didn't seem to feel as strongly attracted to Teru as before

-But why?

-Maybe because she spent the last couple days worrying her head off about Hanako?

-She did seem to think about Hanako a lot lately and when it comes to him, she gets flustered easily....

-........What?

-Wait why does that sound like...?

-No. Perish that thought.

-It was stupid.....right?

-Oh gosh, maybe she should talk to Aoi about this

-Yashiro crushed on a lot of hot guys in the past and Hanako just didn't apply to that category in her terms

-So it was really strange

-As the three searched, Teru stopped them at one point

-Teru: "Maybe it's better if we split up to cover more ground. We could widen our search and then come back to a spot together when we're done. Whoever finds Mitsuba could bring him over."

-Kou: "Ah! Sounds good, Nii-chan! The city does have a lot of people so it should be alright. Senpai, what do you think?"

-Yashiro snapped out of her zoning out

-Yashiro: "Huh? Oh yeah, sure. We could do that."

-Teru: "Then, let's meet back at that statue over there in half an hour. That should be enough time to cover this part of the area"

-Yashiro & Kou: "Got it!"

-And so, they split up and Yashiro was left to investigate one part of the area on her own

-She found there were back alleys in some sections so she decided to have a look into them

-She's a detective's apprentice so she should be able to handle this

-As she searched however, she felt a pair of eyes watching her

-And they gave her the chills

-Yashiro: "W-who's there?!"

-No response

-She suddenly had vivid flashbacks to that time with Tsukasa

-She still hadn't gotten over that

-And before she knew it, she was getting a bit scared as she walked through the back alley

-She's got to pull herself together

-The longer she felt herself being watched though, the more scared she got

-She started running and she didn't know where she was now

-Yashiro: "Kou-kun! Minamoto-senpai!"

-Now, she was yelling for them

-As she turned the corner, she bumped into someone and fell down

-Yashiro: "Oof!"

-"Detective! Are you alright?"

-That voice. That nickname.

-She looked up

-Yashiro: "Hanak--"

-She immediately shushed when she realized Hanako wasn't alone and he wasn't even in his uniform

-Hanako was actually dressed up as Hana from before

-And nearby she saw Mitsuba

-Yashiro: "Mitsuba-kun!"

-Mitsuba: "Daikon-senpai!"

-Not so long after Yashiro found Mitsuba, Kou and Teru came running towards them

-Kou: "Senpai!"

-Yashiro: "Kou-kun! Minamoto-senpai!"

-Kou: "You weren't at the statue by the agreed time so we--"

-Kou then spotted Mitsuba

-Kou: "MITSUBA!"

-Kou proceeded to tackle and hug Mitsuba

-Mitsuba: "Minamoto-kun?!"

-Kou: "MITSUBA I WAS SO WORRIED!"

-Mitsuba: "Ah...I figured you would be. I tried to call you before but you weren't picking up so I left a voicemail."

-Kou: "Oh. I didn't check that. Oops."

-Mitsuba: "Stupid."

-Kou: "But wait, then why weren't you picking up my calls??"

-Mitsuba: "I had my phone turned off! I may have also left it behind. Did it not click for you that I am busy? I tried to let you know that!"

-Kou: "Mitsuba...I thought you went missing"

-Mitsuba: "What? Are you worried that my cuteness would get me kidnapped? I hope you don't plan on handcuffing me and you together again!"

-Kou: "That was a misunderstanding! I thought you were a criminal! And I didn't know how it worked at the time"

-Mitsuba: "I was being an undercover journalist! I can't believe you didn't even have the key to unlock them and we were stuck together for some time. AH YOU PERVERT!"

-Kou: "That again?!"

-Yashiro: "Ahem...you guys could squabble about that later?"

-Kou: "Oh sorry. I forgot you guys were there. Thank you Senpai for the help! You're the best! And of course Nii-chan too!....Oh Hana! You're also here! We meet again!"

-Hanako: "Ah yes! It's nice to see you again!...."

-Hanako was sweating under Teru's glare who was eyeing him suspiciously

-Hanako: "Well I got to leave so I'll get going now. Bye bye!"

-Hanako left the scene, everyone watching him go

-Mitsuba was recalling their conversation earlier:

[Earlier]

-Mitsuba: "You can drop the act now. We're alone. I know it's you, Hanako."

-Hanako: "Oh? Did you just figure it out?"

-Mitsuba: "No. I knew it was you the moment I inspected your face at Daikon-senpai's apartment. Minamoto-kun may be an idiot but you can't fool me. Don't underestimate me."

-Hanako: "Heh~ but you didn't say anything."

-Mitsuba: "I didn't say anything because I figured Daikon-senpai didn't want to reveal you. I do care for her, for your information. And Minamoto-kun...I don't know if I want him to know"

-Hanako: "So why did you drag me out here then? If not to arrest me?"

-Mitsuba: "I wanted to ask you something personal. I noticed it before but I didn't mention it."

-Hanako: "And what's that?"

-Mitsuba: "Why are there bandages underneath your clothes? In my photos of you, I could spot a glint of them now and then when the wind is strong enough to reveal more of your skin."

-Hanako: "Oh? Are you concerned for my well-being, gentleman?"

Mitsuba: "No. I do not care for you at all. If anything, I do not even want to associate with you. The only reason I'm even bothering is because Minamoto-kun is worried about you and Daikon-senpai seems to be protecting you for some reason."

Hanako: "In that case, I assure you I'm perfectly fine. No bandages here."

Mitsuba: "...Let me rephrase that. Why WERE there bandages underneath your clothes back then? Even if you say that, the times you had bandages were infrequent and unusual. There were times you did have them and times you didn't. They don't seem ordinary to me and I don't think you got hurt that badly during your heists. Those bandages seemed almost as if to say you got hurt...on purpose."

-An eerie silence followed

-Hanako: "Do you really want to know that badly?"

-Mitsuba felt some odd terror

-That's when Yashiro bumped into Hanako

-So, Mitsuba didn't quite get his answer but there was definitely something going on

-As he pondered while they walked out the alleyway, he felt like he was being watched

-He turned in the direction he felt them

-But then it was gone

-Was it his imagination?

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-Hanako was back at his hideout where a bunch of Mokke were playing around

-He was in the middle of thinking

-While he noted that Mitsuba was quite a sharp and observant boy, there was also something else on his mind

-Yashiro was looking for Kou and Teru before she bumped into him

-And she seemed very close to Kou

-Hanako was wondering when Yashiro started calling Kou "Kou-kun" instead of "Minamoto-kun"

-It didn't bother him before but now suddenly, it did

-He thought of when Kou was being all cheery with Yashiro

-A sharp pain went through his chest

-Mokke: Something smells

-The Mokke started inching away from Hanako

-His heart was aching and he didn't get why

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #hananene #tbhk #jshk #hanako kun #yashiro nene #mitsuba sousuke #minamoto kou #minamoto teru #jshk au

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sillygurl1021 · 4 years ago

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Langst Among Us AU

@kr15xxx!!!!

I had no idea how to start your fic but I've been into Among Us recently and The opportunity came up sooo lol

I hope you enjoy you gift!!!! :)

(I'm new to Angst so bare with it 😭)

@langstron 😊😊

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Rated: M

WARNINGS: Major Charater Deaths, Gore, Slice in half, impailing, blood

Word Count: 1,974

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One day, the Paladins, Allura and Coran, decide to visit a deserted yet very strange planet that they got a distress signal from. Once they arrived, there was nothing to be seen until someone started approaching them.

Proceeding with caution, they saw that it was a normal beint, like all other aliens they encountered but as they were leaving, things turned and this being became murderous!

It’s eye turned black, it’s mouth opened incredibly wide with jagged and sharp teeth. A few of the paladins got injured but they all made it to the ship without this thing hitching a ride.

As they were leaving, they noticed the thing just fell to the ground, as if it had died. Very strange. They looked at each other, still a little on edge. Moments pass as they reached good distance from that planet when the ship completely breaks down. Now, they have to work together to bring the castle back to life before they lose oxygen.

“So we need to access every room of the ship that has a electrical box to reassure that the main servers are all in sync. I will stay here to be sure everything is going smoothly and maybe I can do something on the castles system to have it running again.” Coran told the crew as they all stood with their suits on; Their helmets on a table in case the air gets thin and don’t fix the ship in time.

“I’ll go to the healing pods and finish Shiro’s Injury from that monstrosity that attacked us.” Allura stated. Shiro nodded.

“The rest of you go and look around the rooms for what Coran asked. We will meet here in case of anything.” Everyone nodded.

Lance through this whole thing hasn’t been feeling all too well. His head has been throbbing and that thing really shook him up. “Man, I really hope we fix all this and leave.” He said with some tension. Hunk put his hand on Lances shoulder.

“Don’t worry buddy. Your not the only one that thing creeped out. I have your back and I know you have mine.” Lance couldn’t help but faintly smile at his best buds reassurance.

“Oh Hunk! Only you get me!” He let out fake tears and gave him a hug, along with a glare at Pidge. She sighed.

“Look, that thing was definitely creepy but we’ve seen worse things.” She checked her phone. “Ill go in this room. You two go in those others down the hall. There should be an electricity box next to the door.” They nodded.

“See ya in a bit.” Lance continued on with Hunk. It was pitch dark so they were using some flashlights to lead the way. Just as they were getting to the door, Lance was feeling a throbbing pain in his head.

“Hey Lance, you alright?” Hunk looked at him. Sweat was streaming down his forehead and was almost kneeling to the floor. Lance could have sworn he blacked out for a moment but got his composure as he got up.

“Y-Yeah. I’m okay now.” He then held his head for a moment as he slowly opened his eyes. He heard a big thud sound as if something fell in front of him.

Once his vision cleared up, he couldn’t believe his eyes. His scream was caught in his throat. Tears began to fall as he began to shake. “H-Hunk... BUDDY!” He fell to his knees.

Hunk was lying on the floor. Dead. It looked like someone had stabbed him right through his heart. He was gone. “No.. Hunk.. No! Who!? What?!” Pidge rushed inside from Lances yell and gasped at the sight.

“Hunk! Lance what happened!?” She demanded, trying to see if he was still alive, tears in her eyes, but nothing.

“I... I don’t know... One moment I'm talking to him and the next... he was on the floor...” He tried to think back but he didn’t see absolutely anything. “How... I don’t get it...” Pidge was concerned for Lance but hurting because of Hunk. She was trying to logically think this through but she couldn’t. She wiped her tears and contacted the others.

“Guys... Everyone... We lost Hunk... We need to meet up.” She ended the call. Lance was crying and trying to figure out what happened.

“I’m sorry everyone. Something got Allura as well... I was trying to chase it but it disappeared in the vents. Keep your eyes out.” Shiro told them all with a shaky and out of breath tone. Tears wanted to escape once more at the loss of another friend but with something on the loose, they didn’t have the chance. Lance and Pidge quickly composed themselves, ready with their Bayard's and rushed to where Coran was.

“Keith!” Lance yelled, happy to physically see someone in front of him.

“Good. You guys are still okay.” He transformed his Bayard as he stood in front of the two, with a wipe on his cheek. “Stay alert. I think that thing we encountered came along with us after all.” Lance and Pidge nodded.

Making their way towards the main control room, they couldn’t help but feel uneasy. It wasn’t far but the fact that there was something killing them made it feel like it was a long distance. As soon as they made it to the control room, their fear came to life. It was so gruesome that Pidge couldn’t bear to see Coran in the condition he was in.

Coran was split in half. Half on the controls, full of blood. Other half on the floor, full of blood as well with his insides scattered. “This... This is horrible...” Lance felt like his insides were going to jump out of his mouth but it was just him wanting to throw up from the sight. Keith covered his nose from the stench of all the blood. Keith sighed and walked closer to Coran.

He was trying to find some sort of clue but the strong odor and the loss of another friend made it hard to concentrate. He did notice a slight purple static emitting from where Coran was cut in half.

He put two and two together but just in that same moment, heard something open from a vent above him. “Keith! Above you!” Pidge yelled. He quickly got his Bayard in front of him and sure enough.

“Shiro...” Lance felt that headache once again. He took a step back as his hand landed on his head but quickly kept an eye on what was happening. Shiro’s eyes were pitch black and his mouth was just like that monsters. Keith pushed him back with his sword as he landed on his feet.

“When that thing attacked you, it must have... entered you...” Keith said reluctantly, not wanting to fight someone dear to him. He looked at Lance and Pidge. They were ready with their transformed Bayard's as well. Keith then knew he didn’t have to do it alone.

Pidge released the part of her Bayard to electrocute Shiro for a moment as Keith tried to attack him but he was too agile. Lance was trying to aim for him with his gun but couldn’t get a good aim to shoot. They did all they could but he was just landing more hits on them. Keith knew what he had to do.

“Guys! Run to the hanger!” They didn’t know what he was planning but did what they were told. Keith attacked Shiro and shoved him to the side to run to the hanger as well.

Shiro followed right behind them. Once they got to the hanger, Keith was doing something on the controls of the hanger but forgot the castle was shut down.

“Shit!” Keith yelled in anger.

“What do you have planned Keith? That thing will be here any second.” Pidge was thinking what to do as well. Lance was quiet. That throbbing feeling in his head was unbearable and he felt as if he was going to faint but he was fighting it with all he could.

“ThEre YoU ARe.” Shiro entered the hanger. Time was up.

Keith took a big gulp as he braced himself. “Pidge. Lance. Stay behind one of the Lions.” Pidge was wanting to know what he had planned but as she was told, although she had to pull Lance. “Come and get me you ugly piece of shit.” Keith gave a grin. That thing opened its mouth wide. Much more than a normal human being could. It definitely wasn’t Shiro anymore.

Just as that thing jumped for Keith, He pressed an emergency button beside the controls and the hatch to the hanger opened. Suddenly, the vacuum of space was sucking them out of the castle. Shiro, in an instant went flying and gone. Keith was trying to hang on but couldn’t.

“No! Keith!” Pidge yelled but couldn’t do anything. He was gone. After a moment, the hatch closed and Pidge ran alongside Lance to grab their helmets.

“I can't believe it... everyone's gone...” She slowly said, trying to catch her breathe. She looked at Lance to feel some comfort but then realized he had been awfully quiet. “ Lance?...” She leans over to check if he's okay. He lifted his head and laid his hand on his neck.

“Yeah. I’m alright.” He looked at her and she was distraught. He looked rather off.

“Okay?” She stood up. And took a deep breathe, trying to figure out what to do now. She suddenly felt this chill behind her neck. She turned around and saw Lance standing right behind her. She eyed him for a moment. “Lance, what is up-”

He then grabbed his Bayard and transformed it to the sword. Her eyes opened wide. Blood was dripping from it. She got her Bayard ready but saw him shaking.

Lance was trying to get a hold of himself. He grabbed his own hand that was holding the sword and attempted to speak. “Pi...dge...” He tried mustering. He was trying his hardest to fight it. “That thing... it got me... you need to...” The sword lifted. “Runnn...” Pidge felt tears run down her cheeks. What is she to do? She has nowhere to run. If she kills Lance, she would be the only one left.

Lance on the other hand finally figured out that this thing had slowly been taking over him but he isn't going down without a fight. He will protect Pidge as best as he could. Pidge slowly backed up but she looked hesitant as well. His eyes were slowly beginning to turn completely black and his mouth was starting to form.

She knew what she had to do. Lance is still there. They won't get out of this alive. She looked at Lance with a sincere but scared expression. “I’m sorry Lance. It doesn’t matter what we do now.” She dropped her Bayard and tears started running down her cheeks. “I'll see you on the other side.” She then threw herself forward and jammed herself into his sword.

Lance was still partially conscious and horrified. “Pidge... no...” He whispered. She was hugging him and started to cough up blood. She looked up at him and saw tears flowing down his cheeks. She smiled and lifted her hand as much as she could to take a hold of his cheek.

“It’s... okay Lance... you aren't... to blame.” Her hand then fell and she fell to the floor, her body becoming heavy. Pidge rather took her own life instead of Lance having to be conscious and deal with killing his own friend.

Lance wanted to yell. He wanted to scream, but all he could feel were the tears burning his cheeks, and feeling himself be consumed by a small voice in his head saying, “You were an Imposter all along."

#langstronexchange2020 #langsthalloween2020 #lance mcclain #Lance Angst #Among Us AU #Very Short AU!#I Tried My Best but didn't have time #I hope the giftee loves it!#Fanfiction #sillygurl1021writes #c #Voltron

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agentstarkbarnes · 4 years ago

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Amortentia. (Jules x Steve)

Summary: Julia Johnson and Steve Rogers are in their sixth year at Hogwarts.One day at potions, they brew amortentia and she realises she liked the quiet Hufflepuff boy all along.

Pairing(the regular xD): Julia x Steve, Tasha Sen x Bucky Barnes

A/N: This is an AU where the avengers attend Hogwarts in the golden trio era.

Julia was walking, holding hands with her boyfriend Hugh. It was time for dinner and she was walking in through the great hall with Hugh, talking about the stars and what fascinated her. Hugh couldn’t be less interested. All he said was��“Uh..mhmm”, “Cool” and “Kay”. “See you later, Hugh” she sighed to which he just nodded, watching her settle at the Ravenclaw table.

“Tough day, sweetie?” Tasha looked at her friend sadly. “It’s Hugh, he’s not that sweet guy anymore” Julia sighed as she picked up an apple. “You deserve better, Jules..do what you gotta do, okay?” she gave her an encouraging smile. Julia knew what exactly to do. Tasha and she talked about how toxic and controlling Hugh was, and Julia herself said that she felt about breaking up with him a lot of times, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. Tasha then distracted her by joking and they had dinner together.

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Not far away, in the Hufflepuff table were Steve and Bucky. Steve was clutching his drawing notebook, looking at Julia. “What in the world is wrong with Hugh?” he said in an annoyed tone.

“Wassup buddy?” Bucky stopped admiring his broom and looked at his friend.

“Julia looked adorable, talking and pointing at the stars. Why can’t he see that?” Steve sighed.

“You gotta tell that to her face, or else you’ll never know if she likes you back” Bucky chuckled and admired his broom again.

“I’ve known her for years, and she sees me as a friend and nothing more. She might not like me, Buck” Steve sighed.

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After dinner, Julia and Tasha headed to the library to study. Hugh came rushing into the library to Julia. “What the hell are you doing here?” he yelled at her, only to get shushed by everyone there. Julia was embarrassed at this but also confused as to why he was yelling at her. “Why shouldn’t I be here, Hugh?” she asked him in a low tone.

“Pack up, you are studying with me in my common room. I have an essay due tomorrow, we haven’t got time” he said in a hasty tone.

“Do you mean, me doing your assignment while you sleep in front of me? No thank you. Plus you’re planning this right now, and I’ve already got plans” she hissed at him.

“Why are you being such a bitch?” he screamed at her, in a relatively less tone than the one he used when he stormed into the library.

Julia took a deep breath and stared at him. “I’m done with you, Hugh. I’m not your puppet to do whatever you tell and to deal with your toxicity. Goodbye”. She then sank into her seat beside her friend.

Hugh came raging towards Julia, starting to yell, only to be facing the end of Tasha’s wand as she said silencio. Voiceless, Hugh clenched his fists and headed out.

“Jules you good?” Tasha looked at her friend, only to see a crying mess. “There, there..don’t you cry for him” she hugged her. “Let’s head back to our dorms, okay? I’ll make you some tea..” Julia nodded and she packed both her and Julia’s stuff and took her to their dorm.

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It was a week after Julia broke it off with Hugh. She entered the great hall with sacks under her eyes and her hair not well groomed. Still, she was the prettiest person in the room. “Jules, up top!” Tasha tried to cheer her up, who had bags under her eyes too and a messy bun on top. Julia couldn’t sleep for days and Tasha stayed up, making tea and scones, consoling her.

“Should I have given him another chance? Did I overreact? I think I still like him” she said, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. “Heyy shushhh” Tasha made her sit. “You made the right decision, okay? Don’t worry..plus there are a lot of fish in the sea” Tasha smiled.

Steve watched Julia sob from his table. His heart shattered as he saw her cry. “I’m going to kill Hugh” he let out a growl. “Calm down buddy, Hugh is a bigger mess right now. It’s so good to see the asshole suffer” Bucky chuckled. “Well he deserved it for breaking a heart of an angel” Steve said.

“Lemme get you your favorite quill from Clint, alright? He said he’ll lend it to you anytime, so I’m going there and snatching it from him” Tasha said as Julia smiled. “Keep smiling girl” Tasha pointed her index finger at Julia, walking to the Gryffindor table and getting the quill from Clint.

“Keep it as long as you want, Tasha” Clint gave his best smile, being an amazing friend as he always is. “Sure will, honey” she winked, returning the smile.

When coming back to the Ravenclaw table, she was stopped at the Hufflepuff table by the duo. “Oh hey Stevie, sup?” she smiled. “All good with Julia?” he asked shyly to which Tasha nodded.

“Flirting much? With Barton?” Bucky snickered at her. “Why do you care so much?” she smirked at him. “None of your business, messy bun” he pointed to her hair to which she groaned at him and turned back to Steve. “She’s just going through..a breakup, you can talk to her I guess, she’ll let her favorite people talk to her though” she smiled at Steve’s blush when he got to know that he’s one of Julia’s favorite people.

“Aight then, see ya boys” she chuckled as she went back to Julia, giving her the quill. “Such a nice boy, Steve. He was concerned why you were sad.” Tasha said as she picked up her breakfast. Julia felt warm hearing Steve’s name. “Yeah, he’s always been nice to me” she smiled at Tasha.

After breakfast, it was potions. Great. Just what I needed in my terrible life. Potions as my first class.Till lunch. Julia thought to herself as she and Tasha went to the dungeon and sat at the first seats. They always sat at the front, answered questions back to back and scored points for Ravenclaw.

They waited for other students to come. Steve and Bucky came in and sat at a corner. As the students arrived and the class was settled, Professor Slughorn started pacing around the class slowly. “Today, we’re going to talk about and also brew the amortentia.” he talked the theoretical part for a few minutes before telling students to brew the potion.

Julia and Tasha were mostly partners in everything. As they were about to start with their potion, Slughorn approached the girls and asked one of them to interchange with Steve or Bucky as both the girls were smart and the boys cannot be trusted with potions. Since this potion required more precision, it was wise to let the girls split. “Mr.Rogers, pair up with Ms.Johnson” he said and Steve blushed profusely before coming to the girls’ table. “Have fun kiddos” Tasha smiled at them and picked her books. “Ms.Sen can assist Mr.Barnes” he added and Tasha moved to his table.

Steve looked at Julia. “J-Julia, are you okay?” he asked as he worked with the basic components of the potion.“Yeah Steve, I’m good. I just had a terrible breakup” she sighed as she began to take a component from him and cut it.

He took it back and looked at her with his soft blue eyes. “If you’re feeling off, then I’ll finish the potion for us.I’m not clumsy, Bucky is.I just get caught with him” he rubbed the back of his neck shyly, which made Julia chuckle gently. “Also you look beautiful today” he added quickly. “I know you’re my friend, Steve but you need not flatter me” she smiled at him.

“No, I mean it. Your hair is so rich with the color and it looks so natural like this. Also your face is so clear and sun kissed and you have the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen” he said swiftly and nervously, but Julia caught the words and smiled at him. “You’re the best. I have no words except this, thank you Steve, it means a lot.”

He held her hand gently and squeezed it. “Also, if you have to talk about anything, I’m here” he gave a subtle nod at her, trying not to blush. Her heart raced for the moment when he squeezed her hand. She looked at him gratefully. “Sure Steve”

They then worked on the potion and brewed it successfully. After a while, Slughorn walked over to every table to inspect the potion. He arrived at Steve and Julia’s table and gave a satisfied smile after looking at the potion. “So tell me Mr.Rogers, what do you smell?”

Steve hesitated for a moment and said. “Paint, canvas, cookies and a perfume..it smells something like a rose”. Julia turned a bit pink as she heard that but maintained a calm posture.

“Excellent. Ms.Johnson, what did you smell?” he turned to Julia. “Old books, the smell of rain and a cologne..I smelt the exact same smells when Tasha and I brewed this potion a few months ago” she said. Slughorn gave an impressive nod at Julia and Tasha for the early attempt at the potion.

“Prof, we smelled the same too!” Bucky called out to the professor. “What are you saying, Mr.Barnes?” Slughorn asked in a confused tone. “Miss.Sen over here and I smelt each other too” he chuckled, getting a slap on his arm from Tasha. “Shut up Buck” she whispered quickly, holding a laugh in.

Julia felt her cheeks heat up. She just realized that all the mysterious feelings when she saw Steve was indeed love. The way her heart skipped when he held her or looked her in the eyes. They way she felt like she floated in air when he joked or played quidditch. The way she felt a pang of jealousy when other girls flirted with Steve. And she was glad it was mutual. She could not have tolerated two heartbreaks continuously. Little did she know that he felt the same way for her for years.

Slughorn shook his head at Bucky and carried on with his class. “He is so sick of you, Barnes” Tasha giggled at him.

As Slughorn proceeded with his theoretical class, Steve turned to Julia and respectfully whispered. “Julia, will you go out with me? If you like me of course, you are not obliged to say yes. You can take your time to answer, no rush”

Julia smiled at him and noticed his nervousness. Of course she liked him, there was no doubt. You cannot lie to amortentia. Steve was fiddling with the quill, getting more nervous as time passed.

After what seemed like forever, Slughorn concluded the class. Steve sat nervously in his seat. “Steve, I will go out with you” she smiled at him. Steve, being a gentleman, took her hand and kissed the back of it. “I’ll treat you right, Julia, you won’t regret it” he looked at her genuinely. Especially after a break up, hearing these words is annoying. Not when it comes out of Steve’s mouth, not when you see his earnest eyes looking at the girl he loves. Julia smiled at him. “I know I won’t regret it Steve” she pecked him on the lips and withdrew, making him look like a cherry.

“Well well well, if it isn’t my favorite couple” Tasha put her hands on Steve and Julia’s shoulders as Bucky stood on the side. “I fucking knew it!”

“Come on Tasha!” Jules laughed softly, breaking the hug and picking her books. “So, this saturday?” she turned to Steve.

“Yes, at the library. I know how much you love the library..it won’t be a normal date, I assure you that” he smiled at her.

“Aight Bucko, take your man. I’m taking my homie to buy a dress for the date” she winked at him. The four walked out of the dungeon, Julia and Steve holding hands, talking romantically. Tasha and Bucky having a banter battle.

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egglegion · 4 years ago

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Half of a curse: part 2

(Fethry duck x Poe de spell fic)

Fethry woke up by himself.

Except for the raven who was still sleeping on his belly.

Fethry slowly scooped it, and moved it to the side of his hed.

Gladstone din't even make a slund when he left, not wanting to wake up his cousin.

It had been at leat 2 hours. 2 hours of extra sleep Fethry managed to get.

He was feeling just as energetic as always. He was going to get up, din't want to wake the raven who was still in a peaceful rest.

Fethry just sat there, drowsiness began do dawn on him.

"Hey Feth you awake" Della busted through the door. "Help mem and gladdy carry those weapons will ya". Fethry turned his head the spear, triton, and two shields where still laying there, on the ground.

"Do i have toooooo" Gladatone moaned behind della. Donald, who was carrying a sword just walked past, and shot the goose a glare.

"So did you win" Fethry asked. "Nope that witch din't even show up..heh coward" Della said proudly while sniffling, and posing.

"Aren't you worried she might show up?" Fethry asked. "It's okay we got duckworth, beakly, and lena on lookout duty. "Lena?" Gladstone said lightly shoving della out of the way, leaning on Fethry "what is she gonna do?". "Apparently she can sense magica's magic because she was birthed of her magic, or something like that" Della responded. "Do you mean like they share the magic, or it's split between the two... or" Fethry was cut off "i don't know, go ask her yourself" Della said.

The raven woke up during all the comotion. It flew on to the top of Fethry's head. It nuzzled itself in his beanie.

Donald, Della, Gladstone, and Fethry went to scrooge's garage. Webby alrady took her own weapons back into her bedroom.

The cousins where just talking about life. Donald tripped, and cut a hole in his sailor hat, and Gladstone found $20.

Donald left the group, becuase he was pretty upset by the cut of his sailor hat.

The raven was still purched above Fethry's hat.

The three cousins finally arrived at the garage where they proceeded to dump the weapons.

The raven started to wonder a bit, and Fethry kept an eye on it to make sure it wouldn't get lost, or even worse hurt.

Thinking about the crow, Fethry realized he never gave it a name. So he pondered there for a bit. "What should i name it?"

"Gladstone 2" Gladstone answered as he looked at himself in a mirror. He bakced away once the mirror reflected a lady, in a white dress, drowched in blood. "How about Nitro. Cool name right?" Della swang a sword she polished with her sleeve.

"Hmmm i think i'll name it Caim" Seems like a pretty fitting name, if you ask me Gladstone said. "Although i would have preferred Gladstone 2, just saying." "No way. Nitro is a cooler name!" Della exclaimed.

Fethry giggled. "hey Caim, buddy over here" The raven although a bit confused by the name decided to follow them, knowing they were about to exit.

The three of them closed the door.

"Wow the coolest of things were down there, huh" Della said as she gave galdstone the shoulder. "Yeah. Cool" Gladstone sighed.

"So las. What are yoh planning on doing with the other amulate." "I don't know....do you mind keeping it where that vault where yoh have all those weird... and erm dangerous creatures and items are." "Are you sure? those amulets. I know these mean a great deal to you, and i want to make sure that you're sure. You have the most rights to decide where this amulet goes, and what' done about it." "I'm sure. I'm done with my family's magic for a while." Lena, and Scrooge have been having a conversation.

Fethry, and Della got close to them. Gladstone followed a twenty dollar bill, that was down the hall. It had come from an aopen window.

"Where is donald, has that lad finish bringing his armory back." "Nope, but he will soon." "His hat got damaged so he went to get a new one" Della told scrooge. "I see, scrooge said" we were talking about what we should do with the second amulet, i thought lena here should choose what happens to it."

The amulet caught the raven's attention.

They started to walk down the hall, to the "forbidden vault" scrooge always told Fethry, and his cousins not to enter.

Lena was holding the second amulet in her hand. It had started to glow a dark purple color. Webby, and Violet walked in.

"What's it doing, it's kinda pretty, but dangerous, but so glowey?" Webby said in awe. "It seems to be reacting to something, nowing that it din't react before while we were gathered, what ever is spurring that reation is near.

They all paused. "Wait, that raven... uncle Poe?"

Then out of the blue the raven that was perched upon Fethry's hat suddenly swooped down, and snatched the amulet with it's claws.

"Hey" lena yelled. She pointed at tye raven who had now lost itself withing the mansion's doors, and corridors.

They decided to split up to cover more ground.

Webby, Violet, and Fethry ran in the same direction

They spotted the raven, who had the amulet. Fethry pointed out how "Caim" couldn't fly, nor carry that thing far due to it's injured leg.

That's all Webby needed to hear. She took out her grappling hook, and aimed at at a nearby lamp. She swang, and was aiming for the crow.

"Wait!" Fethry yelled. This distracted webby, and she missed her target. What she din't miss was the hard wooden floor.

Fethry, and Violet cringed as webby hit the floow with a loud thud.

The raven continued to fly.

"There was no need to to hurt Caim, right?" Fethry stated with a sheepish look.

Violet calmly checked to see if webby had any serious injuries.k

Although it seemed to be nothing serious, Webby could not walk properly. Her leg seemed to hurt whenever she stepped. She couldn't walk without limping let alone run.

Violet offered to be her support, and shot Fethry an annoyed glare.

"So what are you waiting for. Go catch that raven of yours. It's getting away you buffoon."

"Sorry?" Fethry pulled on his collar with his ring finger, and laughed akwardly.

Violet just shook herr head.

"Right" Fethry said before running after the raven

"Hey Caim, Caim" Fethry stumbled around the corridors "where are you"

he ran into donald. "Hey donald did you see Caim around here" "erm.. who" "my raven".

Fethry continued to go down the hall. Donald looked at him scratching his chin.

"Hey Feathers watch out" Fethry, and Della crashed. Lena Soon arrived from behind.

"You two alright?" Lena said. "Did you find my un- the raven." "Nope" Fethry said in response as he rubbed his head.

"Ooow" Feathry moaned. Della quickly got up, and offered Fethry a hand. Fethry accepted it.

"He flew somewhere around here.

"I guess we should start checking rooms" Della said. "Sounds cool" Lena agreed.

Fethry ran back. He checked a bedroom, but nothing was there except for a plushie of a bunny with blue trousers.

Fethry went back to check the garage. He looked around, and din't see much, but there was so much in this room, that he got distracted.

Fethry looked around. Saw a sword stuck in a big stone. The stone had a plate that reads Excalibur. He touched it, and pulled it up with ease. He quickly put it back not wanting to damage the shiny sword.

Fethry even found a picture of him, and his cousins when they were young. They decided to prank scrooge that day. They put whip cream on his had. He was supposed to wake up once they blowed the horn, and he would smither his face with whip cream. He ended up slapping Donald. Gladstone being Gladstone took a picture, and printed it.

He continued to roam around the garage looking for tue raven. After observing portrait of Donald, Della, and scrooge fighting an army of pirates he sighed, and was about to back out.

He started walking, but bumped into someone. He turned around, and saw Donald.

"Oh hey don, watchu doiiing?" Fethry said while eyeing him up, and down.

Donald just seemed to stand still, and tilted his head as he observed Fethry.

"Hey, don why do you have that gauntlet in your hand?"

It was a gauntlet. A shiny yellow gauntlet that seemed to ge emitting a green aora.

"Hey don, hey don, hey don?" Fethry said, but go no answer, but a stare.

Fethry felt a bit creeped out.

"Mmmmmphhhh" Fethry heard muffled yells from behind him.

He looked back, and saw a white cloth covering to moving figures.

He quickly uncovered it.

He was shook.

He saw Donald, and Gladstone tied together from arms, hands, and ankles. Their beaks were allso shut down by ropes, and some random cloths.

"Mmmmph" They both let out a muffled whimper, looking at Fethry.

"Hold up. Donald, if you're here than who's that?"

He turned around to see the other Donald pointing his gauntlet at him.

The last thing he saw was a green light beam speeding towards him. It hit him with a splash, and the world went black.

#fethry duck #poe de spell #fethry x poe #della duck #gladstone gander #donald duck #scrooge mcduck #the phantom blot #phantom blot #lena de spell #webby vanderquack #violet sabrewing #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #fanfic #fanfiction #egglegion

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johannepetereric · 4 years ago

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Our Favorite Buddyfight Antagonist, Adopted

It was the night right after Gaen was defeated. Tasuku Sendou went over to meet Rouga Aragami. He touched the older’s shoulder and said, “You look lonely. I know some people who would love to take you in.”

Rouga stopped. He looked at the bluenet, whose eyes shone brightly like diamonds. He looked so full of hope, of faith. It looked like he believed in Rouga. Tasuku smirked, “One of them reminds me of you.” The other gay looked so loving. Something stirred within Rouga. He accepted the invite. “Now, I have to meet up with Gao-kun. I’ll come find you later.”

Rouga looked back at the boy who flies on a dragon, rather than relying on a Buddy Skill. “Tch. Tasuku Sendou...”

15 minutes later, Rouga was standing in the same spot when Tasuku returned. “Let’s go!” He said gaily.

Another bluenet--a shota, by the looks of it--trailed behind him. All three of them rode the public bus. Mrs. Sendou--the older bluenet, he can’t complain--immediately tried to introduce himself to Rouga. Rouga just stayed silent.

“Ano, just like Toshiki-kun.” He scratched his face. Rouga filed that name for later.

Tasuku also fell asleep on the half-hour bus trip. It was so crowded, Rouga sat on the floor, much to their protests.

Before he knew it, he was woken up with a snort, standing. In front of him was a store. The big sign atop the door read “Card Capital.” Both Sendous looked excited. It was sliding doors.

It was a small shop, only one floor, and a whole gang of adults were seated at tables, placemats in front, yelling names he vaguely remembers Tasuku calling out in almost all his matches.

One cold-looking brunet was standing against the whole looking cool. His hair was flying to the right, just like Tasuku’s. Amost all the adults hurried over to greet the Sendous. Rouga stayed silent, vaguely annoyed, but then...

“Oh! Meet my friend, Rouga. He’s the lonely guy I told you about!”

“Hn.” Rouga grunted.

A clamor ensued, but was silenced by the brunet asking, “Do you really want to be adopted?”

That took Rouga by surpise. Tasuku gently held his arm. It was cold yet warm. It came like a surprise to Rouga. Again, the younger bluenet looked so pleading. And lonely. He could see himself, strangely enough, in those eyes.

“Tch. Yes.”

“Ok, I have to call my husband.” A gray-eyes blond said. The other interrogated him, Tasuku answering for him. The lady behind the counter eyed him suspiciously.

He couldn’t blame her.

Before long, he heard a vroom.

Through the door rode a buff man who looked like a gang boss.

“Yo! This the lonely kid?”

“Yes!” Tasuku called. He looked cheery for someone who was calling Rouga “gangsta.”

The brunet said. “Enough!” The clamor died down. “He have the papers ready.”

The crime boss stared at him seriously and said, “Would you like your name changed? We understand that you don’t have one.”

What?...Well, this name was given to him by Kyoya. His friend is lost, but...

“Yes.”

“Do you have anything in mind?”

Tasuku rattled off a list of names. Rouga sighed. This was going to be a looong day.

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A week later, he woke up from the blackness on something cushy. He could smell breakfast across the hall. He followed it, despite squishing the very thick pillow onto his face.

He could hear two voices which he had gotten accustomed to over the past week. It was arguing over what they should have for breakfast. He still has a hard time processing that he’s adopted--and with a name change at that. He actually decided on his identity! Unbelievable. Instead of sitting at the table, he layed down on the floor, clutching his pillow, attempting to return to bed. They didn’t notice him yet.

A while later, the door rang. The arguing extended to who was getting the door. They argue too much, he’s noticed. Mr. Sendou said that they still have to work out the kinks, but this is ridiculous!

He opened the door instead. Two innocent faces stared back at him, two eyes blue, the others red.

“Hey, Katsuki!”

Katsuki smiled slightly at that. They decided yesterday that his name was going to be Katsuki--for now. It doesn’t fit right, but it will do for now. He’s always wanted a name with started with K.

It was small talk, then running to the bus. Mrs. Sendou said that this--the running--doesn’t happen often.

And then... “Is the bus always this crowded?”

“Yes.” Tasuku replied. “At least the fangirls can’t follow me home!” Katsuki doesn’t reply to that.

Mrs. Sendou hugs them both in front of Aibo Academy, a tearful send-off given by the mother, then they all split for their own ways.

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The UFO b***h flew into their faces, screaming, “Nani?! Rouga Aragami is back at Aibo Academy? What are you doing here?”

“I am not Rouga Aragami anymore. You will refer to me as Mister Mutsuki.”

“Wha?”

Tasuku defended him with “He’s my new cousin. My first, infact. Please leave him alone! We all have school.” And proceeded to drag Katsuki to class--with directions from Katsuki, of course. The younger has a surprising amount of stamina for someone who doesn’t take Phys Ed or is in the Buddy Police. They managed to ourun her. Tasuku waved him off before speeding to his own class.

Katsuki spent class staring off into space, thinking about the boy, while still being able to be attentive.

The teacher got his name right. His cousin said that he might have to correct the teachers. As if it was an unfortunate fact.

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Katsuki found his cousin at lunch, sleeping on a bench. He shook the boy awake.

Slap! “Nooooo! Let me sleep, you twats!” he said grumpily.

“Get up! You said I could find you here!”

The blunet was grumpy for the rest of the day.

“I said five minutes before class!” He glared at the older.

Both their brows were furrowed in frustatration. Which resulted in a staring contest. Then they has chit-chat about plans for after school.

Then a tiny brat ran over to them, panting. “Sendou-senpai! Time for class!”

“Auuuuugh! Go away, brat!” The bluenet snapped. The kid fled in tears, extremely noisy about it. It grated on Katsuki’s ears. Tasuku’s, too, by the looks of it.

From then on, he learned to not wake the younger up--ever--unless it was five minutes before the bell. Or it was an emergency. Like family or Mikado.

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The ride was even more crowded than this morning, if it was even possible! Katsuki rode on the floor this time, his cousin moping through it. His mother tried to cheer him up.

It barely worked.

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“So...how was school~?” The blond--mom, he decided to call him--teased.

“Hn” Katsuki did NOT feel like talking today.

But it was fine.

“Oi, Taishi! If he doesn’t wanna talk, he doesn’t wanna talk? Remember?”

Mom groaned.

Katsuki could get used to be part of Tasuku’s family, even honorary ones. At least he’ll be around good gays.

#lightswearing #rougaaragami #katsuki #adoptedrougaaragami #cfv #taishimiwa #marriedjunxmiwa #marriedkaichi #marriedkaixaichi #mommyaichisendou #tasukuryuenjidoesnothavethenameryuenji #tasukuxgao #buddyfight #aiboacademy #cross-posted on wattpad

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magicmanias · 6 years ago

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One Step Ahead

Request: “15 list one with [Pietro] please?” @dawnie39uk

15. “You know I love you.”

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff × Reader

Summary: Pietro is sent to stop a mutant cat burglar who always seems to be one step ahead of him.

Warnings: Fluff, Super Unedited

Word Count: 5.3k (This was not planned to be so long. Kind of got out of hand.)

A/N: Sorry this fic is so trashy, but I just wanted to post something. I haven’t posted in weeks. Like seriously, this really sucks. I think I used the word quickly like ten times. I’m so sorry. I’ll out more effort into other fics.

“On your six!” Tony flew down from the sky and proceeded to blast another Hydra agent. Steve turned and clocked the agent behind him.

“Thanks.” Steve paused to breathe. “I owe you one.” His break didn’t last long as Hydra backup entered the room.

“Don’t mention it. Actually, please do. I could use another set of salt and pepper shakers.” Steve rolled his eyes and kicked a couple agents.

Clint shot two more agents and knocked a few more out with his bow. “Nat, you got the vibranium?”

Natasha kick several agents' legs out from under them and lifted herself from the floor. "I was swarmed. They're heading to the roof."

Vision widened his eyes and scanned the building. "You can only access the roof from the top floor,” he said.

"Alright. Let's head out!" Tony flew out of a broken window to fly up from outside and check for other obstacles.

The Avengers regrouped and headed to the top floor. Pietro rushed ahead of them and Vision phased through the ceilings.

Pietro busted through the door, ready to head up to the ceiling. However, he was stopped when he saw the agents unconscious on the floor. It was dark, and Pietro could barely see them in the dim moonlight.

Pietro slowly lifted his hand to his comm. "Something is wrong. I—”

"Hey, soldier. Looking for me?" a feminine voice called out. Her voice was smooth and rich like aged wine. Pietro looked up to see a woman in a black catsuit. Her lips were painted ruby red and a mask covered her face. However, he could still see mischievous E/C staring at him.

Pietro didn’t know how to react. Something about her just… made his heart race. Instead, he just stood there, mouth slightly agape. She snickered lightly. “Not much of a talker, are you?”

Before Pietro could react, Vision came up through the floor. “Oh, you have a friend?” the woman purred.

“Where is the vibranium?” Vision asked, the Mind Stone starting to glow.

“Hm… It’ll be with the highest bidder in a couple of hours,” she replied. The woman climbed up to the sill the elevated window and sat down, leaning up against the edge. Pietro didn’t fail to notice the way the moonlight highlighted her features.

The rest of the team busted their way through the door, causing Pietro and Vision to turn. “Well, boys. It’s getting a little crowded in here. I think I’ll head out,” she said. She lazily stood up and jumped out of the window.

Tony flew up to the window and looked out. “She’s gone.” He lowered to the ground and approached the speedster. “What the hell were you doing this whole time?”

“Well at least I didn’t take half a century to get here,” he retorted.

“We ran into some stragglers. And you had Vision with you. It was one woman!” Tony yelled.

Pietro groaned and placed his fingers on the bridge of his nose. “Look, I-I don’t know what happened. I didn’t even know who she was,” Pietro defended.

“Goes by the name Shadowcat. She’s from the Red Room. I don’t know her name though. I only knew codenames,” Natasha spoke up.

“Well, we have to find her. We can’t let her sell that Vibranium,” Rhodey said.

“I’m tracking the vibranium now,” Sam said. “She’s in Jersey.”

"How'd she get to Jersey already?" Rhodey questioned, lifting an eyebrow.

“Shit,” Clint groaned. “I hate Jersey.”

Pietro glanced back at the window where the woman escaped. He wasn’t going to let her get ahead of him again.

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What was this girl doing to him? Pietro couldn’t stop thinking about her and he didn’t even know her name. There was something about her that just made him crazy. Was it the way she looked in the moonlight? Was it her flirty behaviour? Was it her carefree attitude? Something inside him hoped he would find her again and soon.

The Quinjet landed near an old abandoned factory building in New Jersey.

“Alright, let’s split up,” Tony said. “I’ll go with Rhodey. Cap goes with Sam and Bucky. Clint with Thor and Nat. Bruce you stay in the jet in case of emergencies. Vision and Wanda are together. Twinkle Toes, you take a run around the perimeter, ok?"

Everyone ran off into the building and Pietro sped off around the outside. When he came to the back of the building, Pietro heard a door close. It came from a small cellar door.

He carefully opened it up to not make any noise and crept inside. There was a small room below. It was dimly lit with not much in it.

"You know I can't say I haven't crashed a party before, but I don't like it much when it happens to me," a voice cooed. You walked out of the shadowy corner of the room and stepped close to him.

Pietro now had a chance to get a good look at you. Your Y/E/C eyes sparkled with mischievous delight and your lips were curled into a bright grin. Your hair was sleek and cascaded down your shoulders like a waterfall. Your black suit hugged your body from your neck and ended at your combat boots. You had a black mask covering your eye area and the very top of your nose.

Pietro ignored your enchanting features. He was ready to retaliate this time. "Why did you run away so quickly last time? I didn't even have time to give you my number," he said in his heavy accent, displaying a smirk.

"Sorry. I had to run. Urgent business and all," you quipped back.

"How did you manage to get here so quickly?" Pietro questioned.

"I did something like this." Suddenly you disappeared into thin air. Pietro took a step back. He felt a finger tap and his shoulder and swerved around.

"Surprise," you whispered. An innocent smile shown on your lips.

"How did you do…?" he trailed off.

"Teleportation. I just think of where I want to go and…" You closed your eyes and disappeared again. Not even a second later, you appeared right at Pietro's side. "There I am."

"How did you—Where did you get your powers?"

"The Red Room became a lot more exciting after Black Widow left,” she answered sarcastically. “I was a little Guinea pig just like you, Pietro," Her smile turned into a wicked grin and she flirtatiously tapped her finger onto his nose, placing her head on his shoulder.

“You know my name?” he asked. She just nodded in response.

Pietro moved out of her touch, confused. "What are you doing here?" His skin burned where her fingers once laid.

"Good money," she shrugged as if it was so obvious. "Well, my business here is done actually," she corrected. "But I figured you'd come so I stuck around."

Pietro's smirk returned. "I suppose we're supposed to fight now." He lazily brought his arms up, ready to speed up. "But careful. I don't want to hurt you."

"Don't pull your punches," her voice lowered as she prepared to fight.

"I don't even have to hit you. I'm faster.”

“Maybe,” you said. “But at least a pretty face doesn’t distract me.” You teleported behind Pietro and landed a blow on the back of his head and kicked him in the back. Pietro sped around and wrapped his arms around you.

You stayed there for a moment, stunned. Pietro did say anything. He just stood there, holding you. Had someone walked in, it would almost look like the two of you were dancing to an old song. What was he doing?

Abruptly, you snapped out of your thoughts and broke the silence. “If you wanted to dance, you could’ve just asked,” you cooed before stepping on his foot and elbowing him in the neck. Pietro dodged another one of your attacks and kicked your legs out from under you. You landed on the ground in a huff and quickly got back up.

You teleported behind Pietro and swung up on his shoulders. “You know, I don’t think people talk this much when they’re fighting,” Pietro grunted, struggling to lift you off of him.

You fell back, taking Pietro with you. He gasped for breath on the ground, pulling at your legs, but they were held tight. Eventually, you let go and straddled his waist. If he wasn’t gasping for breath, Pietro would have made a snarky comment about the position you were in. “You know, usually I’d just go for the kill now, but I hate to waste this pretty face,” you teased. “Guess I’ll just go for the second option.” Pietro went out cold.

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“Buddy! Hey, quickie!” Tony patted Pietro’s face until he woke up. He was back on the jet. “What the hell happened to you?”

“That girl... “ Pietro hissed as he tried to sit up. His left eye was throbbing where she hit him.

“Don’t tell me a girl beat you up,” Sam laughed. “I mean, you’re literally faster than lightning. That chick isn’t even enhanced. She’s just a burglar.”

“Oh, she’s enhanced,” Pietro said. “She can teleport. That’s how she got to New Jersey so fast.”

“Ok, well we can’t have an enhanced thief running around everywhere,” Steve said. “Is the tracker still on her? Let’s send a team out to catch her.”

“You know, for the fastest man alive, she seems to always be one step ahead of you,” Bucky joked.

“Conference meeting in ten minutes! I think I have a plan,” Pietro announced, ignoring Bucky.

“Can he call conference meetings?” Tony asked, leaning over to Steve. “I thought we did that.”

After a few days, you were starting to feel bored. Sure, you always had money, but a little more never hurt. You researched artefacts coming into the state, poorly secured casinos, large imported diamonds, or really anything that would be exciting to steal.

Eventually, you came across a news article. Tony Stark was having an auction party.

“Well, it seems like it’s my turn to crash a party.”

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“Are you sure this is going to work?” Wanda asked her brother as he finished putting his bow tie on.

“I hope it will. I mean, it seems she likes to steal shiny things, right?” Pietro joked.

Wanda laughed lightly. “Your bow tie is crooked.” She helped him fix it before saying, “You know she’s a bad guy, right? I don’t think this suit will do much to impress her.”

“First of all, I don’t like her. She just flirts a lot. And second, we weren’t the best people before. But, look at us now. We’re Avengers. Not everyone is stuck the way they are.”

“Just be careful, Piet.” Pietro nodded and Wanda left him with his thoughts.

This was just a bit of flirting. Nothing more, nothing less. Oh god, what was he thinking? This woman was the enemy. Ok, he just needed to finish this and he wouldn’t have to see her again.

But was that what he really wanted?

The party was already started by the time Pietro came down. The large crowd of invites surrounded Tony, who was standing behind an elevated podium. “Welcome, everyone to my auction! We have lots and lots of items up for purchase today. Well, as long as your pockets are full.” The crowd laughed and Tony continued.

Pietro surveyed the room, looking for the woman. We spotted the other Avengers on the perimeter of the room, looking for her too.

“Name?” the large security guard asked. You looked up at him through your long eyelashes, “Um, I’m actually…” You looked for a name on his clipboard. “Marc Spector’s plus one. He’s already in there. I was just running late.”

“Your name should be on here…” he said. “What was it again?”

“You can call me Cat,” you cooed.

“I’m sorry. Your name isn’t on the list, Miss. I can’t let you in.”

You pretended to pout and batted your eyes. “Surely you can’t just let me slip in? I mean, I’m all dressed and everything. Please, sir. Marc just came back from a business trip and I haven’t seen him for weeks…” You let your eyes water. “And-and I just…”

“Hey-Hey, it’s ok. Just go in. I’ll let it slide,” the guard said.

“Thank you so much sire,” you smiled brightly and kissed his cheek before waltzing in. Men were too easy.

Pietro couldn’t find the woman. The rest of the team decided to have a little fun since she didn’t seem to be there. Pietro, on the other hand, refused to give up. So, he walked to the entrance to try and cut her off there. After a few minutes, his heart rate when up as well as his nerves. She had to be here.

Suddenly, he saw a woman in a glimmering silver gown with those same mischievous E/C eyes he saw that night he met you. It was you.

Right when Pietro was about to tell the team he found her, he saw Wanda dancing with Vision. He realized that everyone was finally taking a break. Usually, they were all busy with Avengering that they never really got to smile in the company of others. Maybe he could have some fun of his own. I mean, he found her, didn’t he? Who says he had to ruin everyone’s night by incarcerating her in the middle of the party?

The night was still young. You’d have time to steal everything later. You had time for a drink. “I’ll have a Merlot,” you told the waiter, flashing an innocent smile. “Oh, and if you want to add a little extra in that glass, I won’t stop you.”

“Make that two,” a voice said behind you. It wasn’t just a voice though. It was his voice.

You turned, glass in hand, and smiled. “Speedy. We meet again.”

“So it seems,” he replied, as if you were old friends. He waved down the bartender once more. “Put it on my tab.”

“Just for little ol’ me?” you teased, widening your eyes in fake delight. The music winded down and the man on the piano began to play a sweet melody.

“Anything for you,” he tittered. “A drink, a dance—I’ll even turn you in for free. Handcuffs included.”

“Maybe we could put those handcuffs to some actual good use,” you retorted, taking a sip of your drink. Pietro did the same, though he drank a bit more than you. “Did you say something about a dance, Mr. Avenger, sir?”

“I think I did,” he answered. “You told me if I wanted to dance, I should just ask.” He paused and looked at you. “So I’m asking. Would you like to dance, Miss Y/L/N?”

He extended a hand out to you. Before you could even contemplate hesitation, your body moved for you and took his hand. The couples around you danced freely in their own unique ways. There were only smiles on their faces. Smiles were a foreign sight to you. And although your smiles could seduce a man into giving you what you wanted, they were never genuine like the ones here.

You were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts when Pietro wrapped his arm around your waist. “Relax, любимая [darling]. Let’s have some fun.” He began to softly sway left and right. Left and right.

“Sorry for the black eye, honey. But if it’s any consolation, it makes you look real tough.” You chuckled lightly. Pietro could listen to that sound all day. He looked down at you and your eyes met his. For a fraction of a second, you thought his gaze flitted to your lips. You needed to stop this before it started. Emotions did not suit you well.

You stepped away from his grasp. A look of confusion crossed his face, followed by disappointment. “I hope you know why I’m here,” you warned.

“Why do you think this event happened in the first place?” he quipped. “It seems like you just can’t avoid things that are shiny.”

You paused to think. How could you let this happen? You were just supposed to act like you belonged, then steal everything. You needed a plan. How were you going to get away from him? “You know that accent of yours could be a real lady killer,” you cooed, wrapping your hand around his suit jacket.

He seemed to fall for it. “Oh yeah? Who says?”

You went up on the tips of your toes and leaned into his ear. “I’m sorry.” He furrowed his brow in confusion, but before he could say anything, you stepped on his foot with the heel of your shoe.

“Ow—Hey!” he muttered. All of a sudden, you teleported away. The crowd around Pietro stepped away, shocked at what they just saw.

“Hey! Where’d she go?” Cap yelled, grabbing his shield from the corner of the room.

“Energy scan says she’s in the storage room!” Tony activated his armour and started to fly over the room of people.

Pietro sped down the staircase onto the lowest floor. There she was. You were holding three small pieces of jewelry, each one priceless.

“You can’t stop me, Speedy. I’ll just teleport away,” you reminded him. Pietro stepped towards you cautiously, afraid that you would run away again. He needed to stall you just a bit longer.

“You don’t need to do this,” Pietro warned.

You smiled, now feeling cocky. “And who’s going to stop me?” You let out a short laugh. “It doesn’t seem like you can stop me with a quick set of feet.”

“No, I’m just one step ahead of you, sweetheart.” Pietro sped behind you and put you in a headlock. Before you could react, a woman came in. Her hands glowed red and before you could react and teleport away, your vision clouded and faded to black.

—

“I found her,” Tony said, looking up from the hologram. “Y/N Y/L/N. Alias is Shadowcat. She trained in the Red Room as a stealth operative and later, their experiment. It seems she’s been on her own for some time.

“So what are we going to do with her?” Bruce asked.

“I don’t know. Hand her over to the authorities?” Clint suggested.

“Teleportation. A regular prison won’t hold her,” Steve reminded.

“Well, we can’t just keep her here,” Tony argued.

“Maybe we can get her to join the team,” Pietro spoke up. “I can talk to her.”

“Talk to her? What, are you gonna give her some kind of plea deal?” Clint joked.

“I think my brother here has a little crush on our guest,” Wanda taunted, jabbing a finger at Pietro.

“No,” he said quickly. “I just spoke to her before, so I think it’s best if I speak to her again.”

“Yeah, whatever, Casanova. But yeah, I guess we could try. But if she tries to escape, it’s on you, Maximoff,” Tony warned.

“Got it,” Pietro said before running off to the containment floor.

—

You woke up in a cell and groaned as you lifted yourself off of the small cot. You grabbed your throbbing forehead and began to rub the pain away.

Once your vision cleared, you instantly tried to escape. You closed your eyes and imagined the roof of the building. You opened your eyes. "Shit." You hadn't gone anywhere. You were still sitting on the small cot in your cell. That's when you noticed the dim, red light shining below you. There was a thin brace on your left wrist.

They must have dampened your powers. Great. You tried to pull the brace off, but you were only successful in bruising your arm. Where the hell were you?, you thought.

The memories of fighting in New Jersey came back to you. And the speedster. Pietro. A pretty name for a pretty face. Too bad he was an Avenger. You would have liked him otherwise, you told yourself.

Footsteps behind you snapped you out of your thoughts. You were now on high alert and snapped your head in the direction of the noise. It was Pietro.

“Hey, Speedy. You come here often?” You looked at him through squinted eyes, unsuccessfully avoiding the bright lights.

Pietro returned your gaze with a cocky form of delight.

He crossed his arms and shifted his weight. “Kitty, it’s been too long.” His accent became a little heavier, bringing the hairs on the back of your neck stand. You chuckled and gathered your hair, tying it into a ponytail.

“Why did you miss me?” You pouted playfully. Despite your outward demeanour, your voice did not carry the tone you had wanted.

Pietro noticed it as well. “I’m sorry we keep meeting under such unfortunate circumstances.”

“Well, let me out and maybe I’ll make it up to you.” Pietro blushed slightly.

“You know I can’t do that,” he said, almost warning himself.

“Fuck you,” you huffed.

Pietro chuckled lightly. Something in him gave him the confidence to push his limits just a little further. “You know I love you.”

“Sure feels like it,” you scoffed, leaning up against the wall, ignoring the impact his words had on your heart. Suddenly, you remembered the pain your head was in. “You know, I was starting to think all of the Avengers were soft like you, but hell, your sister really packs a punch. Or whatever it is those powers of hers do.”

“I call it revenge for the black eye you gave me,” he chuckled. “Hey, you know if you don’t want her to do that anymore, I suggest you behave,” Pietro added. You rolled your eyes.

“Well, there’s not much I can do now. I’m a little stuck,” you said, tapping on the cell's bars.

“That is why I came down here,” Pietro explained. “If you want to get out, you’ll have to join our team.”

You squinted in suspicion. “Why would you want me on your team?”

Pietro walked forward, “We want to help you—”

“Ha! You’re just like every other ‘savior’ out there,” you sneered, making air quotes with your hands. “You say you want to help me, but you just end up using me to make some easy money.”

“Isn’t that what you do? Make easy money?” Pietro provoked.

“Maybe. But I do it alone,” you defended.

Pietro kneeled down in front of your cell. You huffed and turned your head away from him. Although, if you hadn’t been annoyed, you wouldn’t have minded staring into his dark blue eyes for a little longer. “Isn’t that… well, lonely?”

“It’s better to be alone sometimes,” you mumbled. Wait, what are you doing?, you thought. Why are you just telling this stranger everything? You scowled and said, “You don’t even know me.”

“I don’t,” he admitted. “But I’d like to, Y/N.”

“You know my name?” you asked, confused.

“Well, you knew my name. It seemed only fair to even the playing field.” You lifted your eyebrow, unamused. Pietro sighed. “Look, you don’t want to stay here forever, right? And we’re not just going to let you free, so this is your only choice. You might as well try. A room and decent food are better than this place.”

You turned to the wall of the cell and crossed your arms like a child angry at their parent. “I rather like the cell."

"Well, then I guess I have nothing left to say. I can't convince you," Pietro said dramatically. He began to back away and placed his hands in the air in surrender. You refused to face him and continued to pout. You listened intently as his footsteps got quieter and quieter.

—

"No luck?" Bucky chuckled, taking another sip of coffee.

Pietro shook his head. "Just give her time to blow off some steam."

"I don't understand why we have to go through all of this trouble when we can just give her to SHIELD or something," Bruce said, sliding his glasses off of his face.

"Because my brother is in love," Wanda giggled.

"Wanda," Pietro warned, scowling. Wanda took another sip of her tea, smiling into the cup.

"Just give her a few more days," Steve suggested. "I'm sure she'll take the deal by then. And if not, then we'll take her to SHIELD."

"Or maybe Quicksilver can take her out for a bit of fresh air. You know, a walk in Central Park, maybe a nice dinner, a carriage ride…" Sam started to laugh at his own joke. Bucky laughed too.

Pietro turned around and began to walk away from the group. "I will not be bullied like this," he said, placing a warning finger in the air.

"He's totally screwed," Nat said, leaning back onto the couch.

"I think you mean they're totally screwing… each other," Tony snickered. Steve lightly punched him and shook his head.

Sam lazily lifted an arm in the air. "I give 'em two weeks before we hear the bed squeaking."

"Well, based on the way things are currently going, I believe it will take no more than three weeks," Vision calculated.

"I don't really know, but I'll just say something like fifteen days," Bruce said.

"My brother may be a flirt, but he is horrible at actually admitting his feelings," Wanda said. "It might take some time."

"I'll go with three weeks," Clint added. "The robot knows all."

"The speedster is a fine lad. I say no more than ten days," Thor bet.

"Alright," Tony concluded. "Losers take the winner out to dinner and pay."

—

Ten days. It took ten days for you to give in. Pietro checked in periodically but it would only really end in pointless bickering between the two of you. It had taken two days for you to decide that you hated him. And it took you the rest to grow tired of the small cell. And as much as you despised the Avengers, you hated not being able to stretch your limbs even more.

“Hey, Kitty. How are we doing today?” Pietro came in with his repetitive morning greeting.

Instead of your usual, “Fuck off” or “Still in here. What do you think?”, you said, crossing your arms, “I want out.”

Pietro was taken aback. “You do?”

“Yes! I can’t take it in here. I’ll… join your stupid team.”

“And you won’t try to escape?” he asked sceptically.

You sighed. “...If it means I don’t have to come back here.”

Pietro’s frown broke into a smile. “Alright. Let’s get started.”

To say that adjusting to being an Avenger was difficult was the understatement of the century. It was near impossible in the beginning. At first, only Pietro would talk to you, although you never really said much back. However, Wanda and Nat eventually began to talk to you and you became good friends with them. You learned to bond with Tony over your mutual love of tech and ACDC. And you often tried to explain your powers with Bruce and Vision.

Today, you, Nat, and Wanda went grocery shopping. “So remind me again why you aren’t with my brother?” Wanda asked. You sighed. It’d probably been the tenth time that week she asked.

“I told you, Wanda. I don’t like him like that.” You tried to keep your voice as steady as possible because you were totally lying.

“You know he totally likes you, right?” the red-head said.

“He doesn’t!” you yelled defensively. “A-And even if he did, what then?”

“You guys would go out in the next two days and I’d be taken out to a nice dinner?” Wanda suggested. You lifted your eyebrow.

“You what?”

“We made a bet!” Nat admitted. You rolled your eyes. “Now will you just kiss the damn boy already?”

Did he really like you? Over the course of a few weeks, the two of you had grown sort of close… The two of you And sure, he flirted, but that seemed like it was a part of his personality. Yeah, that was it. He just flirted a lot.

“Pietro just flirts,” you countered.

“That’s true, but Y/N… I know my brother. He does not look at you like he does other random women. He really likes you,” Wanda assured.

An alarm went off on your phone. “Shit! I’m late for training!” You placed the items you held in the cart and ran off, abandoning your friends.

Just as Nat was about to protest your immediate departure, Wanda placed a hand on her arm. “Don’t worry. She’s training with Pietro today.”

—

You rushed into the locker room to find Pietro there, halfway through putting his shirt on. A blush crept onto your face. You cleared your voice.

He looked up in surprise but smirked when he saw your blushing cheeks. “Saw something you like?”

“Shut up. Let’s just get this over with,” you muttered, stepping into the boxing ring.

“You know it’s ok if—” You threw a blow to his chest to interrupt him. Maybe you could punch the smirk off his face. You threw more punches, but he dodged every one, using your super speed.

“You’re distracted,” he finished. You grunted in frustration and tried to kick him. He dodged that too. You tried to teleport, but you were unsuccessful. Shit, the ankle brace. While you were distracted, Pietro sped to you and pinned you down. You tried to break free from it, but he was too strong. Plus, you didn’t really mind being pinned down by the speedster, as much as he annoyed you.

“What? You got nothing to say?” he asked smugly. A wicked smile flashed across your face. You one had one last card to play. It was risky though.

You lifted your hips and ground them on his. Shock initially filled him and his grip on you loosened, allowing you to sit up and pin him down. To your surprise, he smiled. “I didn’t know you played dirty.”

“That’s the only way I play, Speedy. Come on, you should know that. Don’t you have a brain under all that hair?” He chuckled. Without notice, you felt something below you and instantly realized what it was.

You quickly remembered your position and tried to slide off of him. Instead of letting you move away, he grabbed your thighs and held you in place. “Don’t move. You look nice from this angle.”

“I hope you’re not thinking of naughty things, Maximoff.”

He laughed and rolled his eyes. “Says the woman who just ground her hips onto me—”

“To win the match,” you corrected.

There was an odd moment of silence between the two of you. He just looked up at you with a goofy smile. A smile began to curl on your lips, but before you started to actually feel something, you shoved yourself off of him.

Pietro stood up and walked over to you. “I’m sorry. I thought…”

You turned to him, frowning. “You thought what?” you whispered.

Pietro took both of your hands in his and closed the distance between the two of you. You waited in anticipation for him to say something. He leaned in even closer and you stared at the lips you’d been secretly aching to kiss.

You gasped when you somehow found yourself on the ground and Pietro once again, on top of you. “I guess I really am just one step ahead of you,” he whispered, before connecting your lips with his. You returned the kiss with equal excitement while your hands found their way into his mop of hair. He moved his hands all over your body, never stopping for breath. You whimpered slightly against his lips, begging for more.

Eventually, he pulled away. You rolled on top, “Trust me. I will always be one step ahead of you, Speedy.” You pulled your shirt off and kissed him again.

“Hey!” You shot up to see Tony. “Get a room, will you?”

“I’ll race you,” Pietro said before speeding off.

You looked at Tony, annoyed. “Will you get this damn ankle brace off of me so I can beat him?”

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stormpilotsrus · 5 years ago

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Post Apocalyptic Love - Chapter 3

“So how does this work? Do you expect me to be so terrified of you that I will just talk? Not gonna happen buddy. I mean, I can talk, but it won’t be about anything you care about…” Poe jabbers as they strap him to a chair. They’ve already beat him and zapped him with electric batons. He’s pretty sure he’s bleeding in a couple of places.

“Shut up,” Ren snaps. “You’re annoying.” His mask remains impassive as he stares at Poe for a few seconds. “When they told me there may be an Organian spy on the borderlands, they didn’t tell me it would be the best pilot they have to offer.”

Poe smirks, “That’s me buddy. By the way, your mom says hi.”

“I highly doubt that,” Ren’s fist clenches, “although it escapes my mind why on earth she would choose you.”

“Why? Because I remind her of your father.” Poe knows nothing good will come of taunting Ren, but, oh does it feel good to give him only a smidgen of the grief the army general caused his own mother!

“Enough. If you will refuse to use your mouth for useful information, how about you don’t use it all? I can get the intel from you a much easier way.” Poe feels himself freeze. He tries his hardest to move a muscle, a finger, and eyelid, but nothing works. He can feel Ren rooting about in his mind, and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.

Ren must have found what he was looking for because he leaves go of the force holding Poe still. Poe sags against his bonds, energy gone. Ren leans close and says, “You pride yourself as Leia's son, but just wait until she betrays you, too. It’s inevitable.” He turns on his heel and takes all but two of the guards out of the room. “Hold him here for execution.”

Welp. This is how I die, I guess. Poe closes his eyes. He cracks one open again when he hears a strong voice say, “I need the prisoner. Father wants to see him.”

This must be Palpatine’s son, Darth Fenris, named after the Norse wolf. No one saw him much, but his reputation proceeded him. Maybe Palpatine sees me as a bargaining chip. The guards unstrap him from his bonds, and someone holds him up with one hand. Poe looks up and sees a mask not unlike Kylo Ren's. “Come on, let’s go.” The person behind the mask tugs him.

Poe does his best to fight back against his masked handler, but his strength was sapped by Ren's mind probe. “Let me go! Or just kill me. Please just kill me.” Poe pleads.

The masked being shoves him against the wall. “Stop fighting me, please! I’m trying to save you!”

“I'm sorry, what?” Poe snorts in his mind.

“I know it’s hard to believe, but I’ve just had a change of heart and mind and I’m breaking you out of here. Just walk with me.” The person hisses.

I mean. I either escape or die. So, better than whatever Palps has for me here. Poe struggles into step behind the mask.

His “savior" pulls him down a corridor that leads to the ships of the leaders. Dragging him to the ship of Darth Fenris, he pushes Poe onto the ship and hesitates when a clear voice rings out, “Who goes there?”

“Sh*t. Phasma.” The mask mutters. “Just me, Auntie! I’m going flying!”

“And what about that prisoner?” She demands.

The man jumps in the cockpit and takes off, never giving Phasma an answer. The engine roars to life and they take off. The mask turns to Poe and asks, “Can you fly this?”

“Yea, I’m sure I can. Why?”

“I don’t fly much. Hoping you could help with that,” the person snaps as they lift off their mask and oh sweet Dreyfin, he is gorgeous. The man's dark skin glistens with sweat, and Poe’s eyes drawn to his jaw and plump lips.

Not the time to get horny, man! Poe yells at himself. “Hu, ah, yea, I can definitely fly this thing. Let, let me just get to the controls.” He awkwardly climbs over the man's legs as the man just watches him, looking very confused.

“Thank you, what’s your name?” He queries.

“Poe Dameron. And thank you...” He pauses, waiting for the man to answer.

“Fenris. Darth Fenris.” The man answers. So, this is Palpatine’s son. Poe is immediately on the alert. It wouldn’t be out of Palpatine’s playing field to send a spy to infiltrate Organa.

“Fenris? You choose that yourself?”

“No, I hate it. Why am I named after a huge wolf? But that’s the name they gave me.” Fenris scowls.

“Well, I’m not going to call you that. It’s a dumb name anyways. How ‘bout we call you ‘Finn’? It’s close, but not a direct pull from Fenris.” Poe suggests.

“Finn,” the other man rolls the name around on his tongue. “I like it! Hi, I’m Finn.” Finn extends his hand with a wide grin.

Aw. He’s adorable. “Hi Finn. Poe Dameron, at your service.”

They stare into each other’s eyes for a minute or so, then Finn jumps up. “Ugh. I have got to get out of these robes.” He starts pulling off his robes, and Poe just wonders how far he'll strip because, like, he wouldn’t mind seeing the man naked, but is now the time?

Thankfully, the man stops at an undershirt, and he leaves his pants on, but he shivers as the cool air meets the sweat on his skin. “Here take my jacket.” Poe hands it out to him. “I’m warm-blooded. Don’t need it.”

Fenris looks surprised. “Thank you. Appreciate it. Can you get us out of here?”

“I can, but I need to get back to Tatooine. I left my droid there.”

“No, you can’t go back there! They’ll find us there!” Finn’s eyes grow twice the size.

“Sorry, buddy, no can do. BB-8 is essential to me and my mission.” Poe turns the ship towards Tatooine.

Sith fighters come up behind them, and Poe is sure he can outmaneuver them, but he kind of wants to see what Finn will do if they get separated. So, he stays within the fighters' range and crashes the ship in the deserts of Tatooine.

The ship splits apart, and he hides in the wreckage until Finn is sure he’s dead and walks off, holding onto Poe’s jacket. Little does Finn know that Poe placed a tracker and wire on the jacket so Poe will know what he is up to.

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perditaalottachocolate-blog · 6 years ago

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Felinotherapy

Summary: A new member of the Agreste household takes her job very seriously; she’s here to fix things and she won’t stop until she does. She’s going to better Adrien’s mood, take care of Gabriel’s solitude and Hawkmoth’s shoelaces. She’ll even acquire a nap buddy. And, she’ll do it all with feline style! Did I mention that she’s a cat?

A sequel to “New Kitty On The Block"

A birthday gift for Remasa. Be careful what you dream of.

A sincere and gigantic thank you to @kellarhi, who beta-read this story for me.

Read it on AO3 / fanfiction.net

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"AAAAAAdrieeeeen!"

An angry wail broke the silence of the mansion, booming with a powerful echo over the cavernous rooms and halls. Oh, paws. For human that was normally so quiet, this person could be loud when he wanted. And easily annoyed, surprisingly.

She would have raced out of the room if it wasn’t for the fact that she was currently dangling high in the air. The tall man that people called "Sir" or "Gabriel" or "Father" (why did humans need so many names anyway?) had just grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and now held her as if she was the most disgusting animal he’d ever seen.

"AAAAAAdrieeeeeeen! Take this mangy creature away from me!"

He wouldn’t stop yelling until the blond head of the smaller human appeared at the door.

"Sorry, father," the boy said sheepishly. "What has my Lady done this time?"

The adult sighed and rolled his eyes. "I can’t believe you call her that now."

"She’s mine and she’s a Lady after all," Adrien chuckled, taking her into his arms. He ran his fingers over her multi-colored black and reddish fur.

She slowly blinked at him, squinting her lime green eyes. The cheese aroma she had come to associate with the boy surrounded her, and she started purring her lungs out. He scratched her neck absentmindedly, revealing an elegant collar with a glittery name fixed in curvy letters.

Lady Noir, it read.

“Who’s the pretty kitty?" Adrien cooed with a smile.

She tilted her head into his palm for more pets and enthusiastically kneaded his forearm.

Gabriel pointed to the leather chair. Scratches marked its backrest in two parallel lines. In hindsight, not her smartest move, but she had been practising leaps and her aim still lacked precision.

"I thought I told you to trim her claws," the man scowled accusingly.

Adrien rubbed his chin over Lady Noir’s head, right where the entirely dark left half met the reddish right half creating an illusion of a red and black mask that was split in the middle— the pattern that, according to the boy, had earned her the name.

"It must have slipped my mind," he said.

Her ears twitched at a new sound. Was she the only one who could hear the snickers coming from Adrien’s shirt?

xxx

Lady Noir hadn’t been used to luxury prior to being adopted. The Agreste mansion was definitely a place where a cat could spread her wings. Metaphorically of course. Cats do not have wings, although… among the inhabitants of the house, there was one that could fly regardless.

She wasn’t certain if Plagg really should be referred to as a cat, but he was the closest thing to the idea of a cat: the master of lazing about, with a knack for causing trouble; curious, gluttonous, cheeky and mischievous. In short, he was her idol, and guide to all things feline. Just like her, he had his own ways, but inside he was just a big softie with a heart of gold—or possibly cheese, as he basically inhaled the stuff in enormous quantities. Lady Noir tried his camembert thing once. The experience could be summed up in a single word: Yuck! Plagg was outraged when she took several baths to get rid of the foul smell afterwards.

Although Plagg’s interests seemed to be limited to dairy products, he never failed to remind Adrien to restock on her treats when asking for more camembert for himself. She could go through her stash of snacks almost as quickly as Plagg went through a block of cheddar. It wasn’t hard to do, considering she stayed in the boy’s room most of the time.

Lady Noir prided herself on being a very observant cat, and recognized immediately that Adrien needed her company the most. Besides, she knew she’d been brought into the house explicitly to become his cat. Which, in Feline, meant that the blond boy belonged to her now so she supposed it was her duty to meet his needs the way he’d been meeting hers.

He didn’t need much. Just a little bit of distraction when he was tiredly bending over his textbooks, or a kneading session when he was exhausted after one practise or another. Some nuzzles and nibbles to wake him up. Lady Noir also made sure to keep him company at night. Together with Plagg, they made sure no nightmare could reach him—purring was the key to their success.

She was the model of contentment, and only got miffed when they left her and went outside through the window. Adrien seemed to really enjoy those outings, when he put on a black suit that made him look a bit like a cat. Lady Noir loved to play with the long tail or swat at the golden bell, but those were rare occasions. Usually Plagg vanished somewhere when the boy changed into his black cat-like gear. He always left in a rush only to come back much later, tired but happy, and smelling like luck for some reason. The flying cat then appeared again as if nothing happened and demanded his cheese.

Lady Noir would gladly go out with them, were she invited. Unfortunately, there was little entertainment to be found in the huge empty house when Adrien left for school or his cat job. Boredom eventually drove her to explore it once she was done with the boy’s room.

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It would have been nice to have company when Adrien was out, but Plagg always went where her boy did. His father became the next obvious choice, as the only other permanent resident. Unlike the boy, he didn’t smell of cheese, but of butterflies and passion fruit, which intrigued her to no end, as he never left the house and was rarely seen out of his room.

They hadn’t started their acquaintance on friendly terms, which admittedly was partly her fault. She decided to make amends in a typically feline way—by bringing him offerings. And what better gift could a cat bring to a person who smelled of butterflies? The house was full of them if one knew where to look. And she was a very clever kitty. No butterfly could hide away from her for long. She caught them expertly and brought them to Gabriel’s desk whenever she could. He must have liked them, because they disappeared very quickly.

xxx

And then one day when she came to his room with fresh prey in her mouth, there was a new smell around. It was damp, cold and heavy—metallic, with a hint of algae, old stone, and moss. A little bit of sniffing allowed her to find the hidden door and after some paw work she was able to push it enough for a slim cat to slip inside a dark corridor.

Maybe she’d find some mice or rats in here? It was ages since she got any decent prey and maybe Gabriel would prefer a fresh, fat rat over those flimsy butterflies? She knew she would.

But she found no rats as she explored, just another huge chamber, with faint light seeping through a ceiling window on the other end. It shone over a strange tall tube. Lady Noir knew tubes. There were plenty of them in the house in various sizes and they made for very nice scratching posts. Much better than those generic things from the pet shop. No self respecting cat would scratch those when they had a perfectly good tube, chair, or drape right under their noses.

Lady Noir arched her back, wiggled her tail and reached for her newest scratching post. There was a metallic clank and the tube hummed softly. Then the upper part of it rose up revealing its contents.

She sniffed once, twice. The air smelled a bit like Adrien, minus the cheese overtones. She looked around and hopped onto the tube. There was a woman, tall and blonde, asleep inside. What a novel idea! This was the perfect place for a nap, sun beam and all. It looked like Lady Noir finally had found a nap buddy for her long days!

Up close she could tell there was something off with the woman’s scent. Something she couldn’t quite put her claw on that felt like weakness or illness. But Lady Noir wasn’t afraid; she prided herself on being an excellent feline doctor. After all, whenever Adrien was sick she stayed with him, drawing the bad vibes away.

Happy with her newly discovered friend, she curled up on the woman’s belly and dozed off.

xxx

Plagg wasn’t happy when he saw Lady Noir after her first basement nap. He hissed at her and grumbled something about dark magic. Admittedly she did feel rather strange, but she blamed it on the salmon pâte that must have been a bit on a stale side. However, the flying cat would have none of that. He dragged her into the upper level of Adrien’s room and licked her clean—she was definitely feeling out of it if he was allowed to do that.

She did feel better afterwards, right up to the point when it turned out Plagg was no gentleman at all. He coughed a hairball right in front of her, the weirdest hairball she’d ever seen. Part of it consisted of her own hair and Plagg’s saliva, but there were also purple strings present: streaks of something Plagg called “bad energy" tangled with the rest of the hairball. He said it had ‘no place in our home’, so he put his paw to it and whispered something under his breath. The thing turned to ash with a quiet buzz. The room seemed brighter after that.

Lady Noir thought that would be the end of it, but the sprite proceeded to talk her ears off about “bad energy", forbidding her to go near its source again. So of course the first thing she did when Adrien and Plagg left for school the next day was go back to her nap buddy.

Every time the flying cat returned home to find her “feeling off", he would holler, lick and cleanse her fur, and then turn the “bad energy" into ash.

“I swear, Spots," he grumbled, stuffing himself with camembert to get rid of the bad taste, “I don’t know what you do to get all tangled in that mess."

She could only shrug to his complaints. After all, the napping lady was her secret and one did not betray their buddies.

xxx

Lady Noir kept going back to the basement, but since the only entrance led through Gabriel’s room, she had to sneak her way around him. Sometimes he would visit the sleeping woman, although most times he sat at his desk and worked, casting longing looks to the enormous painting that covered the whole wall from floor to ceiling. Lady Noir knew very little about art, but she thought the person in that painting looked a bit like what her nap buddy would have looked like, if she was younger and awake.

It usually took hours for Lady Noir to get an opportunity to sneak to the underground level of the mansion, so inevitably she started to keep the man company as well. He turned out to be as sad and lonely as his son, but he seemed more desperate and anxious than the boy. There was always an aura of deep grief and heartache around him. No self respecting cat would allow it. That’s how Lady Noir decided to include Gabriel in her daily routine. Between the sleeping lady and Adrien she still had plenty of time, which she could put to good use, if only the man would allow it.

Since the butterfly strategy hadn’t worked, she had to come up with a new plan to get his attention. Laying on his tablet seemed to annoy him. Stretching on his sketches irked him. Pushing his pencils off the desk usually got a growl out of him.

A few times he grumbled under his breath, but Adrien wasn’t home to take her away. So after a while, the man accepted her presence; however, he moved her away from his things, which allowed for her to lounge on the unoccupied part of his desk.

One day she must have dozed off, because when she woke up he was nowhere to be seen. Yet, as his scent lingered in the air, he couldn’t have actually left. Her nose led her to the painting and then to a spot on the floor. She thumped it with her paw and was rewarded with a deep echo as if the space below was empty. Another hidden passage?

She sat beside it and meowed experimentally.

There was a hollow clank, then part of the floor moved and revealed a smooth silver head with eyes hidden behind a mask. The man who appeared in the passage smelled like Gabriel but he didn’t look like him. He was wearing a single-color suit—not Gabriel’s usual clothes. He cast her an exasperated look and sighed deeply.

“Stop it," he said and returned to the tunnel.

Of course she didn’t stop. As soon as the trap door closed behind him, she let out a wail of sorrow only a cat is capable of.

“I’m serious. Cut it out!" Gabriel’s voice, albeit muffled, replied from under the floor.

“Meeeeooooooowrrrr," she lamented.

“Oh, for the love of—"

The silver head emerged from the passage again. Cold blue eyes pierced her. The man’s lips, the only thing visible from under his silver mask, were pressed into a thin line.

“Meow?" She mewled tilting her head. Her tail curled attentively into a question mark.

“Fine," he rolled his eyes. “But you had better behave."

A dark glove caught her scruff, and the next thing she knew she was sliding through a tunnel in the man’s arms.

There was a large chamber on the other end, similar to what she had found in the basement, but this place must have been somewhere high up, judging by the plethora of light from the round window. And there were butterflies. Every flat surface was covered in them. She had never seen so many before.

She wondered if she could catch a few for Gabriel, but the man raised a warning finger.

“Don’t even think about it," he said, depositing her on the ground.

He tapped his foot and the butterflies took flight. She halfheartedly swatted at them, but where was the challenge when there were so many? She lost interest in an instant and decided to explore the chamber, leaving the silver-headed man to his own devices.

He called her when he returned to the trap door; it was then that she discovered Plagg wasn’t the only flying creature in the house. The man murmured something under his breath and suddenly he was no longer wearing a silver mask or a strange suit. Gabriel stood in his place and a violet sprite hovered next to him.

“Nooroo," the man said, “This is Lady Noir, Adrien’s cat."

xxx

Nooroo was a good friend. He was appointed with the task of keeping her busy when Gabriel needed to focus on his work. She chased after the sprite, eliciting quiet chuckles from Adrien’s father, when he thought they couldn’t hear him. They played their own version of hide and seek, with the cat tracking the violet creature’s hideouts all over the room. He drew her away from Gabriel’s sketches and his tablet. In reward, he usually got a generous helping of passion fruit that the man kept hidden in his desk. After some time, she discovered that one of the drawers got filled with her favorite snacks so that, after a wild run over the room, she could feast alongside Nooroo. A few times she caught Gabriel gazing at them, while a shadow of a smile danced on his lips.

He kept disappearing into the tunnel, though. At first Lady Noir sat next to the trap door and meowed incessantly, but he rarely returned for her. Once, she spied that, before entering the passage, he pressed parts of the enormous painting. Oh! Well, cats could also press things when they felt like it. After a few days of practice and careful aiming, she managed to figure out how to leap from the desk to land on the canvas in a way that would allow her to open the trap door.

She proudly strutted into his secret room. Emboldened by her trick, she viciously attacked his shoelaces to draw his attention away from the window and to cut off his monologuing.

To say that Gabriel was surprised when she showed up in his chamber wouldn’t say half of it. He yelped, and jumped half a meter in the air. Lady Noir was sure that if he had a tail, or any hair on that smooth silver head, it would have bristled like an angry hedgehog.

The second time she followed him, she decided on a less threatening approach and just rubbed her head into his calves. Her purr of contentment echoed in the cavernous space, amplified by the dome.

After the third time she managed to sneak into the chamber Gabriel gave up and just took her with him, allowing her to lounge in the sun beam from the window, while he did whatever he came to do there. As far as she could tell it mostly consisted of talking, grumbling, hissing, gritting his teeth and stomping angrily. Sometimes waving a fist was involved. One name stuck in her memory, mostly because he mentioned it a lot.

Ladybug.

xxx

Funny thing, Adrien sometimes had a guest who used the window. A guest who smelled like luck—the faint scent the boy sometimes brought with him when he returned from his cat escapades. A guest whose name was Ladybug.

What was even funnier was the fact that the girl visited him other times, under a different name, in a more regular outfit and used the door. Although she still smelled like luck, in this form she was referred to as Marinette, while another flying creature, a red bug, hid in her purse.

Lady Noir was a young cat and she hadn’t had much experience before she got to the mansion, but it seemed that every human she met was accompanied by a flying friend. She wondered why humans needed them?

It took a while before she discovered that Adrien had no idea that Marinette and Ladybug were the same person. She couldn’t believe it! She knew human senses were weaker than cats’, but the boy would have to be basically noseless not to recognize that scent. She tried everything a cat could think of to show him the error of his ways. She allowed the girl to pet her, hoping Adrien would recognize how familiar Maribug was with his cat and how she always stroked her in the exact same way. She brought the girl a figurine of Adrien in his cat form, wishing he’d understand that the scent he wore came from the girl. A few times, in an act of desperation, she even tried to drag Plagg out of his hiding spot under the sofa; but the sprite refused to show up, even though Marinette had her own bug who could have been Plagg’s sister.

Afterwards she received another one of Plagg’s lectures, but instead of scolding her for the upteenth time about getting the “bad energy" all over herself again, he ranted about how his existence must be kept secret from other humans. She really didn’t see the point, if every other person seemed to have a—what did he call himself? A kwamice.

xxx

Ladybug in both of her forms seemed to be very fond of Adrien, which didn’t escape Lady Noir’s attention. It soon dawned on the cat that the boy’s feelings for the girl were also stronger than those for a “friend”, as he sometimes called Marinette. She made him happy, and it didn’t even take Lady Noir’s genius to see that. The cat figured a girlfriend—a romantic partner—was exactly what Adrien needed. She doubled her efforts at enlightening him about there being only one person who smelled of luck. Plagg only rolled his eyes at her antics.

“You might as well give up now, Spots," he told her. “I’ve been dropping hints much longer than you, and the kid isn’t really that dense. It’s just the magic of the Miraculous. It won’t allow for him to see that they are the same person unless she shows him herself."

Lady Noir refused to give up. In a typically stubborn feline fashion, she decided she would let Adrien know even if it was the last thing she would do. Painstakingly, she tracked down each and every item in Adrien’s possession that bore the girl’s scent. They were hidden all over his room. Carefully, she moved them to the little red figurine that looked like Ladybug— for good measure, she threw in some pictures Adrien had stacked in one of his trophies. She kept telling herself her plan had to work. After all it was consistent with what Plagg had said—“she” had to show him herself, and the various items he’d collected from her would show who she was. But, Lady Noir reasoned, no one said anything about what would be shown and by whom.

Finally the day came when her display was ready. The bracelet Adrien usually kept on himself was her last loot. The pink piece of paper he had hidden in his desk, the notes he sometimes browsed through, the blue scarf he liked so much—everything she could find was already there.

Satisfied with her work, she dragged Adrien to her collection, rubbing her head against his calves.

“Really, Spots?" Plagg chuckled from his bin. “You needn't bother."

“Meow," she headbutted the Ladybug figurine. “Mrow," she grabbed the cat boy doll and move it closer. “Purrrr," she took the bracelet in her teeth and laid it on top. Then she sniffed the papers and the scarf ostensibly.

Adrien gazed politely at her theatrics. He reached for the scarf. She sniffed again. Plagg cackled in the distance.

Sniff. Adrien took a deep breath smelling the scarf. Sniff-sniff, he sniffed the notes. Lady Noir put her nose to the cat boy figurine again.

“That scent…’ Adrien murmured. He closed his eyes, taking each and every item and reverently putting it to his nose. “That scent…" he echoed. The bracelet fell out of his hand. “She’s… that’s… it can’t be, can it?" he mumbled. “Plagg?"

The sprite flew out if his bin and looked over the scattered items and to Adrien. The boy’s eyes were blown wide, his lips opened as he stared at the Ladybug figurine.

“No way," the flying cat drawled. “You have got to be kidding me."

xxx

After her success, Lady Noir could devote more time to Gabriel’s wellbeing. She decided to spend the day on his desk. She didn’t even notice when a finger started rubbing at the perfect spot between her ears. She cracked one lime green eye open. Adrien’s father was sketching, deep in thought, while absentmindedly scratching her head. His hand slipped under her chin and then moved to the side of her muzzle and to her back.

Lady Noir purred, nuzzling into his palm. She put her paw over his wrist and clawed gently. Then she dared to nibble on his thumb.

Surprised, Gabriel whipped his head to her, his hand frozen mid-scratch. He stared at her as if seeing her for the first time. She slowly let go of his hand, but he just smiled. Emboldened she rose from the desk and strutted to him.

“Who’s the pretty kitty?" he cooed lowering his head.

She headbutted him without thinking twice.

“You are," he hummed, as she proceeded to rub her whiskered cheek against his chin. “You’re the prettiest kitty!"

Slowly, he reached for her and scooped her into his arms. His fingers slid into her fur, scratching and tending. The man’s jacket was quickly covered in a thick layer of additional hair, but he didn’t seem to mind, engrossed in the caress.

Nooroo’s head popped from behind Gabriel’s shoulder and he winked at her.

“The prettiest, softest kitty," the man babbled. And for the first time his smile reached his eyes.

xxx

The next day she found a toy mouse on Gabriel’s desk in the spot she had claimed as her own. She also smelled a new brand of snacks somewhere near.

Later, Adrien’s father didn’t go into his butterfly chamber, choosing to take Lady Noir to the sleeping woman instead. He held the cat the whole time, his fingers buried deep in her fur, as he gazed at the glass tube, commenting on how the woman’s skin seemed to have regained some color. Nooroo pursed his lips and cast an anxious look to the woman as if considering something. When they returned to Gabriel’s room, the sprite made sure the door to the passage stayed opened enough for an industrious paw to fit into the crack, making Lady Noir’s visit to her nap buddy much easier.

That day Plagg wasn’t happy. Nor on the days after that. Not even when she brought him the toy mouse.

xxx

Lady Noir quickly got used to Gabriel petting her while he was working. It was now easier to sneak out for a basement nap as the man took on a habit of having lunch with Adrien when he returned home during the day—sometimes in Marinette’s company. Usually Nooroo came with a heads up when the meal was nearing its end, so that she could leave the sleeping lady and return to her spot on the desk. Gabriel couldn’t design without her, claiming she was his new inspiration. And he definitely was on a designing spree these past few days. According to Nooroo this was the first such successful spree since the sprite arrived at the mansion. However, that day Nooroo didn’t come.

Lady Noir woke up to a finger rubbing behind her ear and another gently stroking her back. The touch wasn’t familiar.

“Who’s the pretty kitty?" A feminine voice whispered, hoarse and scratchy, as if it hadn’t been used in a while.

Intrigued, Lady Noir risked a peek at the person petting her. Bright, green eyes looked back at her with kindness and confusion. Eyes so similar to the ones she saw in the painting in Gabriel’s room, so similar to Adrien’s eyes. The sleeping lady had woken up after all those long days and delightful naps! Lady Noir purred in contentment. Another pair of hands to pet her was good news.

Her nap buddy hummed, letting her fingers wander over the cat’s back. “Mmmmm, this is so nice."

Lady Noir couldn’t agree more. All that was missing now was—

A thud sounded in the spacious chamber. Gabriel stood at the entrance, the bouquet he brought scattered on the floor.

“Emilie?" He rasped. “You’re… you… how do you feel?" In just three steps he was at the woman’s side. To Lady Noir’s indignation he took away one of the hands caressing the cat’s back and pressed it to his lips; a single tear rolled down his cheek.

“Well rested," Emilie sighed, her lips stretched in a soft smile. She sniffed experimentally. “And surprisingly not allergic to cats anymore."

Lady Noir’s ears twitched. Nooroo giggled somewhere nearby. Upstairs, a door opened and closed. She heard the faint echo of Adrien and Marinette’s steps as they ran to his room, laughing. Gabriel still held Emilie’s hand, but his breathing sounded shaky. The cat yawned looking between two humans, who stared at each other as if this was their first meeting in a long time. She stood up and squeezed herself between them just in case they’d forgotten she was there as well. A tail in Gabriel’s face and a gentle rub of her head to Emilie’s chin should do the trick.

“Meowr,” she chirped.

Gabriel chuckled, even though his voice seemed tight. “Who’s the clever kitty?” he cooed scratching behind her ear.

Lady Noir sat attentively, her tail lashing behind her. She definitely was the cleverest kitty. She purred, pleased with herself and the fact that her nap buddy would now be able to pet her as well. Something told her that she would not be the only one getting the much needed attention and affection from Emilie. Just one look to the woman’s smiling face and Gabriel was already putty in her hands.

There was love here, and where there was love, there was happiness. She could feel it in Gabriel’s heartbeat, she could see it in Emilie’s blush. The aura of grief and melancholy was slowly melting away, replaced with tentative hope and the promise of a happier tomorrow. Things were definitely going to be better around here, and that was perfectly fine with her.

The End

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7 Fluffy Balls of Joy

Chapter 3: Teases and Play Fights

Schneeplestein comes out of his room, to find a German shepherd dog and a bunch of puppies. How will he react? Will he take them to an adoption centre? Or will he allow some new, tiny family members into the house?

Later, Chase lets the dogs roam the living room, and immediately regrets it.

“Excuse me, vhat vas zhat no-“ Someone said behind them. Chase and Jackie turned around, and faced the person behind them. The person, who wore a lab coat and spoke with a German accent, had walked in and found the commotion. He proceeded to stare at the puppies for 5 seconds, before dropping his clipboard on the ground in front of him.

“Vhat is going on? Vhere did zhese puppies come from?” The doctor asked.

Jackie completely blanked out...how was he going to tell Dr. Schneeplestein about what happened? Will he understand? Will he put them into the dog pound?! So much for spreading joy to the house...

"Well...I found them." Jackie started. Henrik nodded, and signaled for him to continue. "I was patrolling yesterday night. I heard a howling sound, which traced back to an alleyway. I ended up finding this German shepherd, and a litter of puppies with her." Jackie explained.

"And you zhought...instead of calling animal control and getting zhem to a caring adoption centre like any ozher person...you should take zhis dirty dog family home, for you to take care of?" Schneeplestein asked, in an attempt to get on the superhero's level of intelligence.

"Well, just look at them! Aren't they adorable?!" Jackie asked, before picking up on of the puppies and showing the puppies to the doctor.

Henrik sighed. "Zhat's not how you pick up zhe puppy...You pick zhem up like zhis:" Henrik critiqued. Henrik used his right hand to wrap under the front legs, and used his left hand to pick up the puppy using its bottom. "See?" Henrik concluded as he held up the puppy.

"Yup. How do you hold it so you can pet it?" Chase asked.

"Vell, like this:" Henrik said, before showing them. In one swoop, Henrik moved his right arm further under the puppy's front legs, and placed it in a laying position.

"Ooooh...okay!" Chase replied.

While Henrik was holding the puppy, it suddenly decided it wanted attention. So, the puppy rubbed its face against Henrik's chest.

Henrik froze. "Uh...I guess he vants to be petted..." Henrik assumed, before giving the puppy little pets with his right arm. The puppy continued to rub his face against Henrik as he petted him.

"Awww! it likes you!" Jackie cheered. Henrik sat onto his knees, and turned the puppy over, so the puppy's back was on Henrik's hands.

"Hello, small puppy." Henrik greeted, looking at the puppy laying in his arms. The puppy squirmed and turned itself onto its side, so that the puppy could get comfortable. "zhis one is a girl. She's small for her age." Henrik explained, as he held the puppy. The puppy slowly started to close her eyes as she laid in Henrik's arms.

"That's adorable. Hey Chase? We should continue cleaning the puppies." Jackie suggested. Chase nodded before picking up his wet wash cloth again.

Chase and Jackie washed each and every dog, before letting them roam the world outside their barrier. The puppies seemed to enjoy being given more space to run, because some of the puppies were full-on sprinting around the room! As they did this, their mother kept a close eye on her kids, and even played with them for a little bit. Meanwhile, Henrik hasn't moved a muscle in his arms, so that the puppy can sleep in his hands. The puppy looked so peaceful, calm and safe...

Perhaps keeping them here wouldn't be such a bad idea after all...

"Um...I vant to do some vork, but I don't vant to put zhe puppy down...Vhat do I do?" Henrik whispered. Chase gave a genuine smile.

"Do you want me to take him?" Chase asked. Henrik thought for a moment, and nodded his head. Henrik brought his occupied hands above Chase's, and gently laid the puppy into Chase's hands. Once in the new sleeping spot, the puppy turned, and stretched his little legs out. She gave a little yawn, before attempting to fall back asleep.

"Oh my god...I could hold her forever and ever..." Chase whispered eagerly. Henrik smiled as he got up from his seat and headed back to his room to do some work. Chase happily sat in the same spot with an adorable female puppy laying in his hand. 15 minutes, later, the puppy decided to get up completely and run around with her siblings.

"Wow! So many puppies running around!" Jackie cheered excitedly.

"I know!" Chase said happily. A couple seconds later, Chase felt a little touch on his foot. Curious, Chase looked down to see what it was. It looked like one of the puppies was sniffing Chase's toes. Hi buddy!" Chase said, leaning down to pet its head. The puppy stayed at his feet, and managed to lift up Chase's big toe.

"Whahat are you trying to do?" Chase asked, trying not to react to the slight tickly feeling on his toe. With the toe in its mouth, the puppy started nipping and licking at the new tasty toy. "Hehehehey! Thahahat tihihihickles!" Chase giggled, before gently swatting away the puppy with his hand. The puppy removed itself for those split seconds, but went right back to nibbling his toes. "Stahahahap thahahat!" Chase ordered through his laughter as he tried to stop them. But the situation only got worse, as more puppies happened to notice the puppy's actions. Instead of going back to wrestling, they decided to head right for Chase's feet like tiny lemmings following the 'leader'.

"NononoNO! Nahahahaha! Leheheheave my fehehehehet alohohone!" Chase begged, before crouching down to stop them. However, the puppies were VERY stubborn! Instead of doing what Chase asked, the puppies decided to lick other tasty parts of Chase's feet. This caused Chase's knees to give out, and for him to fall onto his bottom.

"You okay, Chase?" Jackie asked, sitting and watching the whole scene play out.

"I'm fine. I-AAAAH! NOhohohohoho! plehehehehease stahahahahahap! AAaahahahahaha!" Chase said, before breaking out in more laughter as the puppies continued to lick and nibble at the top of his feet and his toes.

Some of the puppies were able to get some room, but a few of them were left without space. One of the puppies looked at Jackie, and decided to run over and taste his feet. "Hi there! What- aaaaAAAAH! NO! NO, PLEASE! NAHAT MY FEEHEHEHEET!" Jackie shouted, flying away to try and stop them. However, the puppies started chasing him like a silly game of tag!

Chase tried to scoot away from the puppies as well, but he wasn't so lucky. The puppies continued to follow him and cover his feet in nips and licks. To make matters worse, Chase had accidentally shown the puppies the bottom of his feet! The other 3 puppies (that were chasing Jackie a moment ago) noticed this, and decided to chew and nibble on his untouched left foot. It seemed like no matter what he did, there was no getting away from these curious puppies.

"Jahahackiehehehehe! Hehehehelp mehehehehe!!" Chase yelled, begging as much as he could through his laughter. Jackie looked towards Chase and suppressed a giggle. Chase had 4 puppies exploring his right foot and 3 puppies exploring the left foot. Chase was lying on his back, trying to fight his instincts to kick and showing the biggest smile Jackie had ever seen from the man.

"Nah, I think you're handling this just fine." Jackie replied, smirking as he crossed his arms.

While Jackie was watching in amusement, Chase was going nuts. He squirmed his upper body to the side, and tried to lightly push the puppies away with his ticklish feet. However, the puppies actually took this as an opportunity to further explore the two smelly chew toys. One of the puppies happened to find the inner arch of his right foot with its nose, and found it smelly enough to try licking. This made Chase's laughter increase dramatically.

"OHOHO NOOOOHOHOHOHOHO! NAHAHAT THERE! PLEHEHEHEASE NOT THEHEHEHERE!" Chase yelled as he clenched his fist to cope with the sensations.

'What's wrong Chase? Can't handle a bit of ticklish exploration?" Jackie teased.

"SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!" Chase shouted through his laughter as he tried to stop the puppies once again with his hands. Instead, one of the puppies followed his hand and found Chase's face. "Ahahare you dohohone?" Chase asked. Before he could stop it, the puppy's nose had found his chin and started licking it. "EEEeeehehehehehee! Nohoho mohohohore! Gihihive me a breheheheak here!" Chase begged, pushing the puppy away. Instead of stopping altogether, the puppy decided to settle for licking his hands. Chase was fine with that, but was still laughing because the other 6 puppies were STILL exploring his feet!

"IHIHI'M BEHEHEHEGGING YOU TO STAAHAHAHAHAP! I CAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAHAHAKE MUHUHUCH MOHOHOHOHOHORE!" the man shouted, losing his hat as he shook his head around. Chase's eyes were starting to get blurry from tears of joy welling up in his eyes. Jackie noticed this, and decided that enough was enough.

Jackie grabbed the puppies, two at a time, and put them into their barrier. After a few more seconds, all the puppies were back in their familiar spot.

"Alright. Now that they're safe in the barrier, I can make fun of how ticklish you are." Jackie said, smirking.

"What?! I could handle it fairly well! YOU were the one who flew away from the puppies before they could even explore you!" Chase argued.

"That's true, but my feet are VERY ticklish." Jackie confessed.

"Oh really?" Chase asked, a smirk growing onto his lips. Jackie's eyes widened. he let out a nervous laugh as he tried to fly away.

"Aw come on, dude! You totally fell into that one!" Chase said as he jumped and grabbed Jackie's ankle.

"OH SHIT! CHASE, PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU-EEEAAAHAHAHAHAHA! CHAHAHAHAHASE!" Jackie yelled, before dissolving into hysterical laughter almost immediately. Chase was spidering his fingers on Jackie's soles.

"Jesus Christ, man! You're worse than I am! You wouldn't be able to last a second in my situation!" Chase exclaimed in total shock. He decided to switch his finger movements to one finger scratching, and move it to different parts of the foot. He moved to the inner arch first, and looked up to watch his reaction.

"EEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE!" Jackie squealed before melting into a puddle of high pitched giggles. Chase made a mental note to come back to that spot later.

Next, Chase tested out the outer arch.

"NAHAHAHAHOHOHOHO!" Jackie shouted desperately. Chase jolted at the sudden explosion of laughter, and decided to move onto somewhere different.

For the next spot, Chase tried out the front of the heel.

This caused Jackie to let out a snort, before dissolving into more laughter! I'm gonna take a moment to repeat that: A snort! An actual snort! This only made Chase fall into a fit of laughter himself.

Up next, Chase decided to test out Jackie's reaction to the big gripper under the toes.

"CHAHAHAHAHASE! PLEHEHEASE! NOHOHO MOHOHORE!" Jackie begged.

"One more spot to go! Can ya handle it?" Chase asked. Jackie wanted to say 'no' and get a break, but he also wanted to prove how strong he is.

"IHIHI GUEHEHEHESS." Jackie replied.

Chase smiled. "That's the spirit!" He cheered.

For the finale, Chase scratched under Jackie's toes.

"AAAAAAHH! FAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAAAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Jackie shouted, cackling loudly as he squirmed and kicked like a mad man. He couldn't even form words at this point, he was laughing so hard! As he tickled the specific spot, Chase had to dodge some instinctive kicks coming from the superhero's free foot. After a little longer, Chase decided to go back to the outer arch to get some more giggles out of him.

"EEEHEHEHEHEHehehehehe!" Jackie squealed. After that, Chase decided to give the superhero a break. He removed his fingers, let go of his ankle, and took a few steps back.

Jackie laid there on the ground, taking as much air as he possibly could and wiping off any phantom tickles from his feet.

"You know, you should probably get your sensitive feet dealt with. If a bad guy were to find out about this information, you'd be screwed." Chase said, with a small smirk.

"Go...hehehe...Go fuck yourself." Jackie replied. Chase let out a laugh.

Meanwhile, Henrik was doing some work on his laptop. Despite how loud the two hooligans were being in the living room, Henrik was able to get some work done. A couple seconds later, Henrik heard a knock on his door. "Come in." Henrik replied. He heard the door open, and turned his chair to see who it was. It was Chase, with the same puppy Henrik had held earlier.

"Hi Henrik. Have you thought about a decision yet?" Chase asked. Henrik turned his chair back to the laptop, turned it off and turned back to face Chase.

"Yes, I have. I decided a vhile ago, aczually. I zhink ve can keep zhe puppies." Henrik explained.

Chase "Wait, really?!" Chase exclaimed.

"Really. I like zhe puppies. Zhey are very cute. Especially zhe puppy you are holding right now." Henrik replied, pointing to the puppy in Chase's hands.

"YESSS!" Chase cheered, giving the puppy to Henrik before spinning and jumping around excitedly.

Henrik laid the puppy onto his right arm, cradling her like a baby.

"Velcome home, small puppy." Henrik said, happily. Chase calmed himself down a little bit, to look at the adorable scene. "Could I possibly name zhis puppy myself?" Henrik asked. Chase gasped and placed his hands on his heart. How adorable! The doctor wants to name one of the puppies!

"Go ahead! She seems to like you a lot." Chase replied. Henrik looked at the small puppy in his arms, and watched as it stretched and turned to get comfortable enough to sleep in his arms.

"I'm gonna name you..." Henrik said aloud, thinking of a cute name for a cute puppy. "I zhink I'm gonna name you Angel." Henrik decided.

"Oh my god that is PERFECT!" Chase squealed, completely losing his cool over how adorable the name was. After managing to calm himself down once again, Chase decided to leave Henrik and Angel alone for a while.

They've got a beautiful bond to build...

#henrik schneeplestein #fluff #chase brody #jackieboy man #ticklefic #7fluffyballsofjoy

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