#also hey no worries if you miss this but Metal is she/her to me hehe

[amyrosedaily]

Day 74: Overworked...

I MISSED THEM!! I wanna re-read some of my fav Metamy fics rn like man....I love these two...

Metal afterward picked her up and forced her to bed lol

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[qtsickchiq]

FAVOURITE CRIME

with Rindou Haitani

You swirl the strawberry flavoured lollipop in your mouth as you stares unimpressed on the fight that is happening in front of you. You let out a sigh, getting bored already when suddenly there’s a man coming forward you trying to hit you in the face but another hand quickly come and pulls you aside.

“Y/n, I told you to not come here!” Rindou yells as he kicks the man earlier in the stomach making the man stumbles backward and lands straight on the hard concrete. You froze for a second, heart pounding furiously in your chest. Ran watches you both amusingly.

“Are you okay?” Ran asked, his lips slowly curving up into a smile as he keeps his metal rode back to its place and walks toward both of you.

“Yes, I’m fine. Anyway are you guys done yet? I’m hungry.” You huff your cheeks and lips forming a pout. A scowl appeared on Rindou’s face as he watches you.

“Hey, I said don’t follow us anymore right?”

You scoff, “Yea, yea whatever Rin, I can do whatever I want.”

Ran arched a brown in amusement and let out chuckles as he watches the conversation going on between his brother and you. “Yeah, we’re done over here. What would you like for dinner y/n?” Ran continues as he leads the way to their motorcycles.

Rindou hops on his own bike, “Katsudon!” You cheer out loudly as you also hop on his bike with no hesitation and hugging him from behind tightly making him to turn his head around to face you with a frown on his face.

“Hey, why are you riding with me, go with Ran.”

“No, I like you, I want to be with you always” You giggles only making Rindou rolled his eyes with your playful behaviour. He looked back to the front, hiding the light shade of pink tinted on both his cheeks. A loud laugh erupted from the older Haitani brother before he rode away on his own bike with Rindou following him from behind.

Yes, it’s true. It has been months of you sticking with them since the day they both randomly save you from a creepy man at the train station. From that day onward, the younger brother of the Haitani, has catch your heart making you fall over heels to him. You love spending your time with them even when you know that they are indeed the dangerous pairs that are well known in the Roppongi. As for Rindou, he starts admiring you the moment he laid his eyes on you, you’re really beautiful to him but surely, he would deny his feeling towards you.

Until the day after the Kantou incident which is resulting the Tenjiku’s executives arrestment. You are surprised when you heard about the news. You knew something would happen in that fight but this exceeds your expectations. Nevertheless, you still make time to visit the Haitani brothers at the Juvenile Centre.  

“What have you done?” You asked with a serious tone looking at Rindou.

Rindou has his usual bored expression on his face. “It’s none of your business y/n.”

“I was worried…” You mumbled under your breath, gaze trailing down to the man in front of you.

He gave you a half-hearted glare. “I told you it’s none of your business and you can stop following us already.”

“Are you stupid? I like you. I like you so bad that it’s hurting me for not being able to see you.” You wail as the tears start rolling down your cheeks.

“I don’t see you the same way. Just stop coming here again.”

You huff, “I don’t fucking care, Rindou. I’ll wait for you.” Your teary eyes stare up to him.

“I said stop bothering me again.” He slammed both of his hands on the table making you flinch. He gets up and leaves you alone there.  

And ever since that day, you are not able to see him as he keeps on avoiding you whenever you come to visit him. Instead, you start writing letters by letters to him. Rindou only read those letters and not bothering himself to reply your letters not even once.

It has been four months and you never stop sending him letters updating him on every details of your life, talking about the things you’re planning to do when both of them are finally out.

“Hello there! How are you guys doing? I’m feeling a bit sad today because I miss you so much :(. Anyway, there’s this new bakery near to my house that just open yesterday! They sells your favourite bread there, let’s go there together when you are out okay? P/s: I love you!”

You will write to him frequently. Ran lets out an amused chuckle reading all the letters from you, “She’s a nice girl aight?” Sighing, Rindou runs his fingers through his hair as he ignores his brother.  

Until one day, there is no more letters coming from you. Rindou waited and waited until a month has passed and there is still no letter from you. It’s like you suddenly disappeared. “Maybe she had enough of waiting for your dumb ass” Ran let out his thought to his anxious little brother. A frown appeared on Rindou’s face.

Few weeks before their release day and there’s still no single update from you. Rindou has decided to write you a letter informing you about their release day hoping that you’ll be there to greet them. But sadly, even on the day of their release, you are not there.

He has tried contacting you only to be greeted by your voicemails over and over again. He spammed your number nonstop days by days. He also tried visiting your house and school frequently but he just couldn’t see you anywhere. It’s like you just suddenly disappeared? He still waits for you.  

One day, he received a letter from an unknown address. But, he can recognise you handwriting so he hurriedly open the letter.

“Hi Rindou, I have read your letters. I’m so glad that both of you are finally out now. I wish I can meet you guys, I miss both of you so much especially you.” Rindou can feel the tears in his eyes as he keep on reading the content inside the letter. Damn, he can hear your cheerful voice through your writing. He misses you too, he misses you so bad.

His grips on the letter tighten, “I’m so sorry for not being able to visit you guys anymore. Last two months, I got involved in an accident and I was almost paralyzed as the impact from the accident. It’s making it harder for me to walk. Oh and please don’t worry (even though I know you’re not hehe).I was doing just fine now. See I can write you a letter again even though my handwriting is bad now.” He let out chuckles reading the last sentence. He can imagine the playful smirk on your face writing this.

“I have also decided to not meet you guys anymore considering my current condition. I mean I did bother you guys enough before. Let’s not meet up again yea? I’m very sorry if you think I’m annoying before because I didn’t mean it. And more thing, all the things I did before just so I could call you mine. And the things you did, well I hope I was your favourite crime hehe. Well then goodbye :).”

“P/s: Please don’t look for me anymore.”

Tears running down on his cheeks as he is still holding your letters rereading everything over and over again. What the hell? You decided to cut off everything with him?

Ran walks through the hallway looking for his brother “Hey Rindou, do you see any-” His sentence is being cut off when he looks at his little brother kneeling on the floor crying while reading a random letter. He snatches the letter away from Rindou’s hand and read it.

“Do you want to see her?”

Rindou place his palm on his forehead. “She said to not look for her anymore.”

“I asked you, do you want to see her?”

“Of course I do, fuck I miss her.”

Ran gives his brother a wide smile “Then what are you waiting for? Let’s go.”

You are giggling as you are watching the children in front of you playing with bubbles. You are sitting on a wheelchair looking straight into the beautiful scenery at the park in the hospital you are staying at the moment. You rest your chin in your palm smiling all by yourself. It’s better this way.

“Y/n” You turn your head fast to the voice that you have been missing so much the past months. Your eyes fall to the tall man that is standing behind you with his brother.

“Rindou?” You tried standing from your wheelchair but you can feel both your legs are losing the balance and making you almost bump your head to the ground “EEEP!!” you yelped getting ready to feel the impact as you shut both of your eyes. Instead you feel a hand grabbing your waist gently. You opened your eyes just to face the lazy eyes man. He’s holding you tightly in both of his arms with you sitting in between his legs. You both are staring at each other.

“What the hell are you doing now?”

“Ah Rindou, Ran! What are both of you doing here?” Ran waves his hands to you with a smile on his face before leaving you both alone to give some space.

A scowl appeared on Rindou’s face, “To visit your dumb ass duh”

“But- but I told you to not come looking for me” You mumbled under your breath.

“I can do whatever I want” He replied sarcastically.

You can feel the tears in your eyes “I’m so pitiful now. I don’t want to see you in this shape. I’ll just be a bother to you”

He startled, “Now what the fuck are you saying now? Who said you’re a bother?”

“You did before.”

He slammed his hand on his forehead remembering his word. “I’m sorry. Look, I miss you.”

You glance at him with a surprise look. He leans his forehead to yours. “I won’t let you go again. Don’t you ever dare think of leaving me again.” He smiles as one of his arm trailing down to wrap around your waist to bring you closer to him. The other hand of his is gently brushing your cheek. “I too, want to stay by your sides forever. You’re indeed my favourite crime.”

yours truly @qtsickchiq​

[violettelueur]

— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE TWO || FOR MYSELF

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mentions of violence and EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 09 february

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 3.0k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ previous episode : ryomen sukuna

↳ next episode : girl of steel

↳ barista’s notes : since you loved the first one so much, i decided to do episode two for you guys ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ also i am now addicted to genshin impact and right now, i am on adventure rank 19 and already cleared the ‘stormterror lair’ thing ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ i hope you enjoy this cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen) and come again soon!

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’

3. this whole thing might be confusing and please don’t expect a part three because i will do it when i am ready or feel like i can at the right time ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ

4. i don’t know, if i am going to add this onto my masterlist since this was just for fun to be honest!

“What’s the situation?” 

All of a sudden, a new voice came into the area leading you to turn your head to the side to find a rather tall male standing next to Fushiguro. From a quick glance, you could immediately inform yourself that had spiky white hair with a black blindfold covering his eyes, as he carried a paper bag on his arm while wearing a similar outfit to Fushiguro meaning he was another sorcerer.

“Gojo-sensei?! Why are you here?” Fushiguro asked in surprise, as he turned to look at what you assumed to be his teacher leading to the shadows around him to immediately disappear from sight.

“Gojo…” you muttered under your breath as you looked at the two male sorcerers right in front of you in horror as you came to the realisation of the situation you were facing.

‘Mother…..I’ve been found…..’

                                                   ꕥ

“Hey!’ the teacher cheerfully greeted while waving an arm to his student as a short greeting. “I wasn’t planning on coming, but man, you’re roughed up,” Gojo explained, before leaning forward as if he was taking a closer look at Fushiguro to which then caused lead to his hand to go into his pocket as he proceeded to pull out his mobile phone. “I should show the second years, face this way!” the sorcerer playfully stated as he began to take a multitude of photos of the ‘roughed up’ student, leading to the subject of his images to turn away while covering his face with his arm.

Looking at the scene with anxiety looming above you like a rainy cloud, you swiftly turned your head back to see if you could find a way out without both of them as well as Itadori noticing as they were distracted for the time being.

‘Shit, the only way I can escape is either jumping from this floor or going through the large gap behind me, but that’s gonna make them notice. What am I going to do?!’

“Ah! Miss, I know you are already there, so no need to escape!” Gojo suddenly stated, causing you to quickly turn back with widened eyes - surprised at the fact that he knew what was on your mind - to find the teacher waving at you with the same greeting he gave to Fushiguro as if he had known you for some time, like an old friend one would say.

‘Ah…..what a drag….’ you thought, as you then carefully picked up the katana that had landed in front of you when the curse was exorcised before slowly sliding it back into the casing that was behind your back.

“The higher-ups wouldn’t such up with a special-grade cursed object gone missing, so I stopped by while doing some sightseeing,” Gojo explained while looking down his phone like he was checking something when in your mind, you assumed that he was going through the photos that he took of Fushiguro due to his jolly smile that was displayed on his face.

‘Maybe, if you damn sorcerers got the cursed object sooner before the damn protective seal was ripped off, WE WOULDN’T BE IN THIS SITUATION!’ you argued in your head, as you slowly began to realise the reasonings why your mother never took a liking to the higher-ups, to begin with.

‘Those higher-ups are so useless, all they do is command other sorcerers to do their dirty work while acting if they are superior dear. If I could, I would kill all of them’

“So, did you find it?” the blindfolded teacher asked, as he looked up from his device only for your schoolmate to interrupt the sorcerer’s conversation as he raised up his hand in a guilty manner. “Um...Sorry, but I ate it,” Itadori confessed, as he then pointed to himself to emphasise the statement leading Fushiguro to look down to the floor in what seemed to be in shame while Gojo turned to look at Itadori with a shocked expression.

“For real?” Gojo asked, trying to make sure that it wasn’t some sort of joke.

“For real,” Itadori and Fushiguro answered simultaneously, confirming that it wasn’t a joke at all.

In a complete rage, you slowly made your way towards your schoolmate before grabbing his shoulders with as much might as you could as you then turned him around to face you. 

“I don’t know who broke that damn seal I placed on that stupid little hut, but maybe if you haven’t taken that finger, we wouldn’t be in this situation where these two dumbass sorcerers would be in our lives right now!!” you screamed in frustration leading to the two mentioned sorcerers to look at you with dumbfounded looks painted on their faces while Itadori just peered at you with an extremely surprised expression.

During the school hours, Itadori had seen you a few times around the hallways and in his class when you had to collect something for another teacher. From what he could read off, you were the calm and collective type, someone who was on top of their academics while being able to maintain close relationships with other students between the three-years that Sugisawa Municipal Highschool offered. Even though you came off a bit blunt from time to time when calling something or someone a ‘drag’, the students liked that from you since that meant you were being honest to them as well as to yourself, just like the time when you surprised everyone when you rejected being part of the school’s council's committee much to the President’s begging. 

“But...shouldn’t you like sorcerers since you seem like one?” Itadori questioned with a confused tone, leading you to look at him with a rather both understandable but irritated expression which caused him to be nervous somewhat due to you being out of character.

“Just because I am one, doesn’t mean I like any of them!” you counted back, as you pointed towards the direction of Fushiguro and Gojo before continuing with “it was such a drag when Fushiguro was here this afternoon and it’s more of one now that two of them are here!” as you then let go of his shoulders before turning away to lean against the crooked metal balcony to relax your vocal cords after screaming so much.

Taking the opportunity, Gojo leaned to the side as if he was inspecting Itadori like he was painting before coming closer to the teenage boy with his hand on his chin as if he was thinking what he could do now. “Hehe, damn, it really did combine with you. That’s hilarious,” Gojo amusingly stated, causing you to turn back to look at the scene with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

‘What is hilarious about the situation right now? This isn’t something to find assuming Gojo’

“Anything off with your body?” Gojo questioned, after straightening his back leading itadori to inspect his body for a quick few seconds.

“Not particularly,” Itadori answered.

“Can you swap out with Sukuna?” Gojo then asked, leading you to then fully turn back to look at the special-grade sorcerer with extreme confusion and astonishment as you begin to wonder what hit Gojo’s head before coming here to the school.

“Sukuna?” Itadori confusingly stated as he looked at Gojo with a perplexed expression.

“The curse you stupidly ate,” you quickly answered, as you gave Itadori a serious glance before letting out a sigh of frustration leading Fushguro to quickly tug your arm as you dropped down to his height before you snatched your arm back, worried about what the Zenin relative would do to you.

“Oh…Yeah, I think I can do that,” Itadori clarified, as he placed his hand on his hip before giving a nod to emphasise this statement.

Stepping back, Gojo suddenly began to stretch in a weird position, which suddenly reminded you of a certain baseball player, but you couldn’t recall who before stating with confidence, “then give us ten seconds, once ten seconds are up, come back to us.”

‘Great, I’m going to die young…” you jokingly thought, as you looked to the side with a grim look as if you were staring at the death ripper at this very moment in time.

“But..” Itadori wavered, as he started to be concerned about Gojo's request since he didn’t know what damage Sukuna could do or how the teacher was going to be at the end of it. “Don’t worry, I’m the strongest,” Gojo confidently stated, leading to another grim look to appear on your face, as you were getting annoyed at his constant confidence even though you knew he had the right to be.

“Megumi, hold on to this,” Gojo demanded before throwing the bag towards his student, leading to the catcher to catch it with his hands before looking down on the paper bag with curiosity.

“Megumi?” you quietly questioned as you suddenly discovered that the sorcerer next to you had a feminine name - since it was quite rare to hear a male have a name that was generally used for the female gender. 

“What is this?” Fushiguro asked before his teacher stretched his arms right in front of both of you before answering, “Kikufuku from Kikusuian! It’s Sendai’s speciality, and it’s super good! I recommend the zunda and cream flavour!”

‘So...this man bought mochi when people here were dying, ah...that was dumbass~’

“It’s not a souvenir, I’m going to eat it on the bullet train home,” Gojo stated as if he needed an explanation for his actions. However, what got your full attention was the black markings that were gradually coming onto Itadori’s skin before he suddenly jumped up into the air while Gojo was still explaining his reasoning for this purchase.

“Uh Oh~” you commented, as you stared at the sky with widened eyes before Fushiguro screamed for his teacher’s attention at the curse directing an attack from behind. However, it seemed like his teacher wasn’t fazed on second as he continued explaining the reason why he bought the mochi, “Kikufuku’s not like other souvenirs…”

‘I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WASN’T A SOUVENIR!’ you screamed in your mind before ducking your head down as Itadori’s body finally crashed back to the ground, trying to make sure that the debris didn’t blind you at all. Quickly looking back up to check what was happening, you suddenly came into eye to eye contact with a bright shade of ruby mixed with a hint of malevolence. You came to the realisation that it was Sukuan who was now in front of you while Gojo was casually sitting on his hack like a horse.

“And the whipped cream inside is simply exquisite..” Gojo continued talking, causing you to give off a confused expression on what really was going on inside the special-grade sorcerer’s mind and what his main priority was right now. Suddenly, Sukuna made a 180 degree turn to aim for another attack, yet the second Gojo clasped his hands together, he once again missed and as well as the other attacks he tried to execute.

Unexpectedly, Gojo appeared behind Sukuna’s back before leaning back to say something within his ear, “my student and a little sorcerer’s watching, so I’m going to show off a little.” Instantaneously, Gojo disappeared once again before grabbing the curse vessel’s arm as he then processed to hit Sukuna’s face with his arm, leading to Itadori’s body to slightly fling itself up in the air.

‘What is he manipulating? Time? No, that’s not it….is it like a vacuum? But that means he would be controlling empty space with no particles…’

Suddenly, you slightly noticed the slight manipulated on the air as Gojo’s arm begins to swing leading you to come to the conclusion that Gojo’s cursed technique might be the control of space at an atomic level, leading to a massive pressure to hit the King of Curses as his body smashed into the only part of metal railing that wasn’t bent.

“For crying out loud, you jujutsu sorcerers are always trouble, no matter what era!” Sukuna declared as he, once again, jumped into the air while somehow carrying massive pieces of the broken wall along with him before slamming down at Gojo’s direction. “Though that doesn’t mean much to me,” Sukuna arrogantly stated, with a smirk on his face as some of the windows processed to smash. 

However, the second the thin debris started to clear up, Sukuna’s expression quickly twisted into shock as a brightly lit barrier enclosed his opponent, yet he wasn’t the one that had a surprised expression on his face. Turning back around, Gojo found you kneeling next to Fushguro with a flat palm on the ground as your curse energy flowed down to the ground as if the box just didn’t just end on the ground that they were standing on right now.

“This is such a drag,” you muttered before standing up straight as you observed the walls making sure that there wasn’t a single crack when the rocks could have hit. “Seven, eight, nine, ten,” you counted and right on time there was a sudden change in curse energy pressure around you leading you to come to the conclusion that Itadori was now switching back, surprising Sukuan once again at the circumstances that he was in.

“Oh, was everything okay?” Itadori innocently asked, one the marking disappearing leading you to undo your curse spell as the walls slowly started to fade away with little blue parts flying away like they were little fireflies. 

“I’m shocked, you really can control it!” Gojo cheered while Fushiguro looked onto the scene with such surprise and confusion on what was happening.

“He’s kind of annoying, though,” Itadori commented as he continuously smacked his head, “I can hear his voice.”

‘And is smacking your head gonna make it better, idiot?’

“It’s a miracle that’s all he’s doing,” Gojo stated, with a smirk on his face as he began to walk towards Itadori before suddenly placing his middle and index finger on the salmon-haired forehead, causing Itadori to freeze for a second before giving in to the suddenly unconscious feeling empowering his body to which lead to his falling within the teacher’s arms.

“What did you do?” Fushiguro asked with slight worry in his tone.

“Knocked him out,” Gojo then answered. “If he isn’t possessed by Sukuna when he wakes up, he might have potential as a vessel,” the white-haired sorcerer explained as he then turned to his student with a question in mind. 

“Now, I have a question for you, what should we do with him and the little miss, who is trying to run away?” 

Confused, Fushiguro turned around, only to find you with your back turned to both of them as your foot halted the second his teacher had mentioned you. Turning back around Fushiguro then looked at his teacher with a serious expression displayed on his face, “even if he is a vessel, jujutsu regulations demand Itadori be executed. However, I don’t want to let him die!”

“Your personal feelings?” Gojo playful asked his student with a smirk on his face before Fushguro quickly answered, “yes, please do something about this.”

“Hehe~ Now it’s a request from a previous student,” Gojo stated, as he proceeded to lift up the unconscious teenager onto this shoulder. “Leave it to me! But also, what do you want to do with Miss runaway?” Gojo commented, once again leading you to halt your movement as you surprisingly made some distance between you and the two sorcerers now staring at your back.

‘Ah…..caught again…..’

Turning around, you looked towards the two sorcerers with a nonchalant expression displayed before giving them the hand gesture of ‘shooing them away. “There’s nothing you got to do with me, take Itadori and make sure to do what you’re planning to do, don’t drag me into your mess,” you commented, as you turned around once again, only to find the infamous sorcerer to be standing right in front of you with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Come on~ Jujtutsu Tech is so much fun, you get to make a few friends and you get to bug Megumi!” Gojo cheerfully tried to persuade you, only for you to scoff in annoyance at this futile attempt to invite you to the school that your mother informed you all about.

“I rather not be near anyone belonging with the three clans,” you irritatedly declared as you placed your hand on your hip trying to keep a distance between you and the teacher. However, this statement of yours caused Gojo and Fushiguro to look at you with surprise painted on their faces. How much did you know about the Jujutsu world? How did you have the acknowledgement of the three great families? Who were you and how much you had the strength to stop Sukuna’s attack within a millisecond?

“L/N!” Fushiguro stated, leading you to turn to him with an angered expression on your face which caused Gojo to peer at you with seriousness clouding his entire body.

“L/N huh?” Gojo curiously questioned, “no wonder your curse technique is familiar to what those old documents have told.”

Taken back to his discovery, you turned back to look at Gojo will a deadpan expression leading him to then carefully suggest, “Since you are part of the lost L/N clan, I won’t tell the higher-ups about your existence but rather have you twist your name slightly when you enrol, how does that sound?”

Glancing at the teacher with suspicion, you tried to hide the gut-wrenching feeling that there was not a possible chance of you now escaping from this. You had been caught and found and there was no way to lie yourself out of this situation you were in, not when Gojo had discovered who you really were while Fushiguro seemed to look clueless on what was going on between his teacher and the female sorcerer in front of him.

Letting out a sigh of frustration once again, you looked up at the sky, letting the same moonlight bathe your face as it did for Sukuna a few minutes ago.

“What a drag”

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[just-jammin]

Wandering Revelations… or Empty Guesses?

Word Count: 1111

Summary: As Jam writes a letter to the Angst Side, she finds out something about her recently newfound set of powers.

Well, she thinks she did.

(Or: The author is very unsure about how magic in this version of Fluff/Angst War works, and is probably wrong although she is happily willing to rewrite this to fit in the canon.)

Unofficial Tag List: @wherethehellhaveyoubeen-loca​ (you beta-read this bullshit and you loved it and ily for that— /p)

To The Angst Side:

Greetings to you all!

I’m not so sure if you have noticed (although, by the time this letter is delivered, you probably did), but I have left the group to wander in the woods. But before you jump to conclusions, I’m still on your side, no worries.

I’m writing this letter now to report any happenings on the opposition. This is the reason why I left: to spy on the Fluff Side & Team Switzerland, and take notes about their conditions & changes to report to you.

First, I have some info regarding the status of the members within the teams. I noticed that both the Fluff Side & Team Switzerland have one member missing from their groups since the last time we saw them. From what I remember of who the members are, the missing members are Keynon (I think that’s what they called them) from the Fluff Side, and… I forgot the name of the one from Team Switzerland. But they do have dark wavy hair that’s swept on one side if that helps.

Speaking of missing members, I bumped into one of our allies recently. I assume you remember Adri, right? If not, she was in the war with us for some time, though recently she hasn’t been able to meet up with us. However, we didn’t interact for long, but I did give her a parting gift before that, so I, unfortunately, don’t know if she still stands with us.

Oh, I also noticed something about one of the Fluff members. So, you know the kid with the goggles? Well, I may have seen him with Team Switzerland once. He was talking with… Rowan? The goat person, basically. I even caught a glance of a chainsaw on his person, which is quite unusual, because I’ve never seen him bring that in the battles.

One more thing, please do take this report of mine with a bit of salt, because my memory’s sort of… shitty, to say the least. If you’re wondering how I’m doing now, I’m actually doing pretty okay! Sure, they are some obstacles in survival that I have, but hey, I’m still here today! (as of the time I wrote this letter, hehe)

I hope that you guys can gather more troops for the next time blood is shed. And if you need me, just write to me and leave it in the woods, maybe? I’ll find it… probably…

Till we meet again!

— Jam

>> —^— <<

Right before Jam wrote her name (and, in extension, finished writing her letter), they realized that they needed to write the sigil she used. Rummaging through their knapsack, she tried to find her trusty red pen, only to come with no luck.

Damn, they thought to themselves, must’ve left it back there…

She paused and thought for a while until an idea formed in their mind. They grasped the hilt of their sword and unsheathed it in a not-so-graceful manner, due to the fact that she’s sitting down and leaning against a tree.

After picking it up on the grass & leaves where it fell on, she took one good look at the sword. The sword, as a whole, was quite long for them, measuring about almost as long as their arm. Its double-edged blade was quite strange-looking, decorated with smaller rectangular blades of a dark and deep purple obsidian on the sides.

The leather-wrapped hilt was arguably the hardest part to understand for Jam, because its crossguard is just two rhomboid pieces stacked on top of each other, with one pink and one blue. Even at this moment, they still don’t know what that part is made of; only that it looks like a metallic material.

Jam admired the sword—her sword—for a while. They reminisced about how it was created: by a light that she somehow managed to summon. In confusion and awe, slightly fueled by their stress. It was weird not seeing fire like they usually summoned, but hey, at least she got the Bi Vibes Sword.

(It was called that when she was still staying with the Angst Side, though she mentally changed it to “The Bane of Bad Vibes”; it seemed more badass for it in their opinion.)

She shook off from their tangent and got to the point of her idea. They carefully held it by the blade, cutting a tiny slit on her thumb to make it bleed. Then she traced their thumb onto the paper to paint her sigil: the sign of Gemini, a not very recent change from her usual X symbol before.

Putting down the Bane, she finally finished her letter. She also checked and double-checked for anything they missed or got wrong, but she noticed that it was getting dark out in the woods.

So they concentrated…

…and created.

Globules of golden light of varying sizes slowly started to appear around her and the tree she’s sitting underneath. One of them started to move closer to Jam, having her notice small tongues of flame reach up and retract on the light. To them, it looks like a miniature version of a Sun, being less hotter and more… reflective?

Wait a sec…

She focused on her reflection on the globule’s surface, which made the light dimmer for a bit. They didn’t expect that… nor did she expect that her eyes were glowing. Not that it was a new thing to them, she was just surprised at the fact that they were glowing gold.

Normally, they’d be glowing red when using her powers… but gold?

This is… very baffling for them right now.

As the mini sun shined brighter and drifted far from her, she also noticed that the globules of light looked very similar to the light when the Bane was created.

And then it clicked.

Sorta.

Is it… fluff?

It can’t be…

But the guess they had made sense. Making those lights had her feeling a sense of bliss. Happiness. That’s what Fluff was made to do: to make people have warmth in their hearts.

The flames made by her Angst didn’t give that warmth as well as now, she realized.

After this revelation, she read the letter once more.

“Eh,” she said to herself, “that’ll do.”

And with that, she looked up to see what seems to be a forcefield made of the same golden flaming light formed around her area. It doesn’t look discreet, but at least that’s enough.

As night finally fell over the woods, her area stayed alight.

[razorblade180]

Shackles 9: I’m sorry

[Warning: Blood and Extreme harm] [part 8]

“Let her go!” The cries of a young boy echoed, struggling against his captors as he and his sister were dragged through sickening white halls. All attempts to reach out for her failed as he watched Jasmine get tossed into a room. Sobek continued walking his way however, guiding the men to a separate correctional room. Rajah did his best to struggle but his weak body was thrown harshly into a cold metal chair; the exit door shut tightly with him and Sobek inside. Rajah didn’t even have a chance to move before the feel of mangled fingers pressed against his neck as he was strapped down.

“I told you to keep her under control. Now look at what you’re making me do? Should’ve known better. A beast can’t control another beast.”

“Don’t…hurt her.” He gasped. Sobek finally released his hold. Rajah gasped and coughed for air while the man walked away to a tray of various tools. The light in the room went out except for the wall in front of him, which acted like a screen.

“ Oh I’m not going to hurt her. Not physically with my hands anyways. The guards she hurt might have a thing to say to her but we both know that’ll solve nothing.” Sobek drew up a syringe. “You and I, however, we’re gonna fix you right up and then see how sister dearest acts. Hopefully she’ll become more agreeable. If not…well, it’s a big siblings job to look after the little one.”

Rajah began to panic. Try as he might, he couldn’t shake his restraints as the scientist approached, injecting him in the neck.

“Let’s make you a model big brother…”

xxxx

Across the world, helping hands were reaching out. Blake ran across rooftops to the port in a desperate attempt to get on a leaving ship before it was too late. Out of practice, she took a misstep and nearly lost her balance. Fortunately friends followed closely behind her. Blake felt two hands rebalance her as she continued forward. “Thank you.”

Ilia nodded, “Don’t mention it.”

Blake looked left. Yang didn’t say anything. All she gave was a small nod. It wasn’t much but it made Blake happy. “I’ll make it up to both of you later.”

“Oh that’s a given. Let’s focus on what’s important right now. That ship is already leaving port and that Jacquelyn lady already has a head start. Missing this ship could be bad.”

“So we won’t miss it.” Yang said with conviction. Her gauntlets propelled herself forward and launched herself in the air ahead of others. Yang turned around midair and reached out. “Well!?”

She didn’t even have to say it. Blake grabbed Ilia’s hand then threw Gamble Shroud. Yang grabbed the gun and yanked them so hard they flew by her. Still holding on, Yang felt Blake pull her. She timed a shotgun blast with the tension of the pull to soar ahead as far as possible; yanking both girls again. This rendition of their favorite move cut out a lot of time. It only took a few minutes before all three reached the point of free falling over the boat. Yang lets go of the gun so Blake can anchor to the boat. Ilia took the first opportunity to escape that jarring movement she got, running down the taut ribbon to the ship and pulling it to bring Blake down from air.

Yang realized she might be in a bit of a situation and so did Blake. Tucking and rolling might be pushing her luck when it comes to movement options while she’s expecting. “Uhh Blake?”

“I got you.” Blake didn’t want to jossle her anymore than necessary. She jumped up and caught Yang safely before the blonde could fall any faster. “You okay?”

“Put me down the moment we land!”

Blake didn’t bother arguing. She let go as soon as she touched the floor and watched Yang speed over to the side of the boat to lean over. Thankfully Yang held back whatever tried to come up and everyone was spared the sounds of her puking.

“Yang?”

“Jaune was right. Motion sickness is a big deal. Ugh…”

“Don’t you mean, Vomit Boy?”

“I’ll never call him that again. Too cruel.” Yang walked back over to Ilia and Blake to sit against a wall. “Please tell me this was the right boat? I don’t wanna do that again.”

“Of course it is. It’s the one always going back and forth to Vacou. Sun and I might as well live on this ship.” Ilia pulled out her scroll. “We’ll see port a little after daybreak, so we should all rest and be prepared. I’m going to speak to the captain so nobody thinks we’re a bunch of stowaways.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” A voice called from the front of the boat. The trio looked and gasped to see Jacquelyn walking towards them. “Gunshots aren’t the quietest thing in the world. Also one of you literally lights up, so there’s that. I thought you would’ve tagged out by now.

“And I thought you would’ve been long gone by now.”

Jacquelyn rested on the railings to watch the waves. “If it were up to me I’d be there already, but I don’t control boat schedules now do I? Good thing. Not entirely sure what I’m walking into. So yeah, thanks.” Jacquelyn turned to Ilia. “Hey. You’re the chameleon right? Ilia, was it?”

Eyes widened instantly. “Adam spoke of me?”

“When it was relevant, but yeah. Said that you’re pretty capable at what you do. Glad you’re tagging along.”

“Wish I could say the same. I have lots of questions and I have a feeling the answers are with you.” Ilia crossed her arms. Being out of the loop was a pain in the ass she couldn’t stand.

“As much as I love stories, now isn’t the best time. However…” her attention turned to Blake. “I think the two of us might need one. A brief, but important one. Alone.”

Blake looked around. “It will just be a moment you two.”

“Sigh…fine.”

“Take your time.” Yang added.

Jacquelyn took Blake by the hand to lead her to the front. “I could tell from a glance that you’re troubled. Spit it out.”

“…I’ve learned about what we’re dealing with. Ilia told me what we might face and why. Back in the desert I told you my beliefs run to my core.”

“Don’t tell me that’s changed?”

“I’m telling you sorry. Apparently my efforts as High Leader haven't even scratched the surface. I thought things were progressing steadily but we’re heading to a place that’s about to prove everything is still the same. Spite is alive and thriving.”

“Hehe, and? We both know you were aware of that. So why don’t you come out and just ask-”

“How?” Blake said, balling her fist. “If what you claim is true, then how do you do it? How are you changing someone who’s that spiteful when I can’t reach people like him at all? I’m not sure if I’m reaching anyone right now. I feel…”

“Stupid? You’re not. Naive? I’d say more optimistic.” Jacquelyn put her hand on Blake’s shoulder. “Impatience, that’s what’s got you. Don’t look at me for guidelines because frankly I’m selfish and never bothered looking at the bigger picture when it comes to humanity. You’re different. You know what path you want to take but hesitate to get pushy with it, compromising without realizing it. A flexible leader is good but if you are certain about the way you want things then Blake Belladonna, don’t you dare compromise.”

Blake felt Jacquelyn’s grip tighten. The woman’s eyes went cold and Blake knew her next words would be the most important.

“We’re heading to a place that can only be hell. Blake, you’ll find the real answer to all your questions soon enough. Don’t run from it.”

The meaning to those words reached her, yet Blake knew she’d only truly grasp it in the moment. “Understood.”

“Good. I have a bad feeling about tomorrow. I should probably rest but I’m sure it’s in my best interest to give your friend at least a little bit of info.”

“I can handle that.”

“No, worry about Yang instead. I want all of us at least a little bit at peace.” Ilia walked back over to the other two. “Changed my mind. Story time, squirt.” She took Ilia’s hand.

“Hey!”

“Don’t fight it. I’m too tired for resistance. Yang?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good. Uhh thanks, I guess.”

Yang watched them leave and Blake came back seconds later to sit next to her. The two sat quietly, the sound of waves crashing on one another. “I won’t pretend I’m suddenly okay with all of this. But…I want us to be okay. So I’ll put in the leg work.”

“Heh. Yang, you’re always okay with me. Leg work or not, following me is your choice. Don’t think you owe me anything.”

“Stop being a dummy. I swear you’ve always been like this. How many people gotta say it? You don’t choose what your friends do.”

“Then you should choose to be okay with me.”

Blake looked at Yang’s unblinking face with a smile. Deep down, the bruiser's heart felt as if a weight was lifted. A sense of overwhelming joy couldn’t be contained. “So, we’re okay then.” Yang lifted her fist. “Partners forever.”

Blake bumped her fist. “Forever.”

Frayed bonds may be fragile, but as long as strings remain linked, mending was an outcome. Blake and Yang were living proof, and with a little luck…so would Adam. Life wasn’t always a fairytale unfortunately. One bond may have strengthened tonight, but it wasn’t the only one being tested. There was another, fraying from unseen eyes; until it snapped.

xxxxx

Hours passed underground. Jasmine couldn’t tell when the beatings stopped or started anymore. Every single nerve had been screaming, her ears ringing. The sensitivity drug she had been injected with during her first round of correction never wore off, so the second dose they gave only fueled the anguish. The lights of the labs have prevented her from seeing. Not that she wanted to look at anyone or herself for that matter. All she could tell was she was moving. What was bright became dark rhythmically. Jasmine’s vision, as blurry as it was, made fuzzy images that could only be people. One blob was raised higher than the rest. Had to be Adam. Strange, it wasn’t moving like the rest. It didn’t move at all. However, Jasmine could faintly make out yelling. “Get up!” She didn’t know if it was for her but it chilled her all the same. Loud creaking accompanied moments after. Jasmine suddenly felt weightless until a pulse of pain shot through her back; followed by more creaking and a loud metal thunk.

Jasmine did her best to move. It took time, a lot of it, but she eventually got to her knees. The lack of light helped her vision sort itself out; as well as slightly dwindled her senses. Enough to think without too much pain. “Why hurt me just throw me behind bars?” An attempt to stand only led back to her face deep in dirt. “O...ow”

“Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this tired.”

Jasmine’s body stiffened. She turned her head towards the inside of the cell with all her strength. Deep in the shadows reeked blood, but beyond that… “Rajah? Rajah is that you?” There was no mistaking that scent. “Rajah! You’re here. I’m so hap-h..happ…” her heart nearly stopped. Every fiber of her felt cold. Jasmine’s very soul trembled while her eyes remained fixed on Rajah as he got closer. His eyes looked glassed over. And his ears…they weren’t on his head, but mangled tightly in his fist.

“Need help? I can sit you up.” He approached closer.

“Ra..Ra…”

“What’s wrong? Throat dry? Oh…this?” He dropped his ears on the floor, ignoring them and the fresh blood that still leaked down his face and soaked his hair. “No big deal.”

“You’re hurt.”

“Not as much as you. Honestly I feel a lot better. Hehe, weird right?” He smiled, chuckling ever so slightly. “He won’t hurt me anymore. Sobek won’t hurt you either. I promise.”

She wanted to run. Jasmine didn’t know where but she wanted to run as fast as possible, but all her legs did was shake as Rajah kept getting closer with his smile on full display. Tears welled up, her ears folding down. “Pl..Stop it.” What did Sobek do to her brother? “Rajah you’re scaring me. You’re- ah!” His hands reached her throat faster than she could blink. Jasmine gasped as her brother pinned her onto her back and began to squeeze. His vacant eyes stared deep into her own terror filled and weeping ones, kicking frantically underneath him the whole time.

“Aww it’s okay. Sobek’s not gonna hurt us anymore! You see I figured it out! The pain stops when there’s nothing to look at. Hahaha! Sobek wasn’t mad at me. Just my ears! Once I ripped them,he wasn’t angry anymore Jasmine! He said he’d never be angry at me again.” Though vacant and laughing, Rajah’s own tears started falling. “He finally stopped hurting me…! And when you stop kicking, you won’t hurt me either. You’ll wake up like me and be left alone, so listen to your big brother okay? Okay!?” Clenched teeth gritted against one another, drooling with spit and blood. Rajah wasn’t smiling anymore. “Why couldn’t you listen to me?” His bloodied hands dug in.

Jasmine’s nails broke the skin of his wrists. Her lungs burned and vision became blurry again, but she could hear him perfectly. The laughter, the ragged breathing as hearts raced. Her head spun but all her mind could think of was his words. Why didn’t she listen? The thought turned into wondering why this happened? The beatings, torture, seclusion; it wasn’t his fault. Rajah didn’t deserve this. It was all her. Why couldn’t it just be her? The caring eyes she loved, they weren’t staring back. Only her reflection looked back, and Jasmine couldn’t stomach the sight. Narrowed eyes and clenched jaw, Jasmine shut her eyes and let a guttural noise of pain and immense rage while the world as she knew it faded into dark.

“I’m sorry…”

[cutegirlmayra]

Sonamy snuggling after the metal virus

Additional notes:  It’s after the metal virus outbreak and healing has begun, Amy is still going around trying to help people out and is currently tending to Sonic before he finally gets some much needed sleep. Sonic notices her still driving herself ragged and tells her she needs to rest as well, not only for herself but for others. This ends up with two sleep deprived hedgies snuggling in for some sleep. -Sonic normally isn’t this affectionate and the intimate closeness spooks him for a second but he’s too tired to do anything about it. And starts to admit to himself he really missed contact with others when he was infected. He also realizes he wouldn’t really want anyone other than Amy this close either. It doesn’t hurt she’s warm, soft, pretty, and smells like flowers.

Me: 

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Prompt:

Amy put the medical supplies away and shut the lid of the tin box, sighing out her final bit of stress as the peace of success electrified down her weary arms and all the way to her toes.

In a moment of glee, she tensed up and smiled, then shot her arms straight up, “We did it!” she exclaimed, giggling before Tails walks up behind her.

“Did you clear section C?”

“And B, and just finished D.” she threw him a thumbs up as she twisted her back to him, then stuck out her tongue in a silly flare of pride.

Tails’s eyes blinked a moment before the realization of that set in. “You did!?” He flinched himself back, shocked, and stepped back a moment to continue processing how that was even possible. “When did you start-!?”

“11 o’clock.” Amy chimed back.

“O-oh, this morning?” He seemed to be calming down a bit.

“No, last night.” she yawned, lifting a casual hand up to her mouth like it was nothing, then stretched out her hands by putting them together, turning them, and extending her arms with an arch in her back. “The second I got news.... ahhh~ That you had re-intented the cure.” she acted like it wasn’t a big deal, but that was literally minutes after the news got out.

She had woken up, strapped up the injections and wispons and rushed to the many different locations they had localized the infected citizens in.

“A-Amy...” He was jawstruck. “Did you not sleep all day!?” He sounded amazed.

She took that as a sign that she did the right thing, “Cream started helping once she was cured, and then I heard Section A was already taken by Silver and Whisper, so I thought I’d get a step ahead of them and save some of the trouble.”

“W-well, now everyone’s everywhere but...” He scratched the back of his head, “You and him both deserve some rest...”

“Hmm?” Amy tilted her head.

“The virus had been held back so long by Sonic... that when we finally did cure him, it left him with zero strength, and barely any fight left. He wants to help and refuses further care. I figured... I’d come see you and maybe you’d fight the stubbornness out of him with your own will power.” He gave her a sheepish smile, hoping she found that as a compliment and not an excuse.

“Oh...” her demeanor turned solemn again, “He’s probably tired of feeling useless by now...” She pondered out loud, and Tails nodded his head, lowering it to show some respect to that thought, as though he had also shared it too.

Confidently, and trying to gain further energy back for the undertaking, she patted the sides of her hips and let her hands push to straight her back out, standing tall. “Leave it to me!”

“B-but... I didn’t realize you had already-”

It was common for Amy to cut him off at this point...

She placed a hand on his shoulder and patted it twice as well, “Cheer up, Tails! We’re all running on steam at this point! The last of us will become all of us... Let’s not forget that.” She gave him a positive wink and took off, but Tails felt bad... seeing her rush away with barely any juice left in her to do so. She jogged, holding her head down and then whipping it up to say, “Okay, come on, let’s go!” as though trying to motivate her own body not to give just yet.

“We’re counting on you... Amy.” He bent his ears back, worried Sonic may take the last bit of strength out of her.

Upon arriving, she heard munching sounds and turned to see Sonic staring out a window, angrily chewing before driving his hand into a bowl of chips and shoving them back into his mouth.

She smiled weakly, panting in her hurried jog but realizing he was probably just grumpy at not having enough strength to stand... and no one allowing him to try again.

“Hey there, crunch.” she teased, as he smacked his jaw as he chewed before turning to look back at her. “Gonna save any of those for me?”

He frowned, “Resting isn’t my specialty,” He pushed the bowl towards her, laying on what looked like an elevated bench made into a bed for him. “But saving is.”

She found that funny and took some chips, tossing one in her mouth. “Kinda dry.” she complained, wiping her now crumbs-filled gloves off on her dress, not caring while a war was going on.

“That’s what I said.” he quipped back, rolling his eyes back to the window. “They mock me worse than the moon...” He made a tight line with his mouth as he watched Shadow, Rouge, and Knuckles assisting others with shots of the cure. “I could help... I’d get people injected with the cure faster than-”

She flopped on the bench next to him, her back facing him.

“Ah!” He lifted an arm up, unsure if she just passed out or not. “A-Amy? What are you-?”

“...Hmm?” Amy opened her eyes, then pushed herself up, “N-nothing... it just looked... comfy.” she leaned back down to sneak a whiff of Sonic’s scent, but he noticed the rascally move and shoved her up.

“Quit that! Have you no shame?” he shook his head, “Geez, that’s worse than your normal flirtations...”

“Hehe~ Opps.” She stuck her tongue out, but he noticed her shift on her feet and get woozy again.

“...Amy?” He looked back at her and saw her grip her head suddenly, catching herself from falling again as her hand braced her against the bench. “Woah! Hold on, have you rested yet?”

“You know I can’t do that.” She rubbed her eyes a moment, trying to wipe the blackness away from them. “Just light-headed.”

He watched her closely, already leaned up, he reached a hand out to her, prepared to catch her if she fell forward again. “How long have you been up?”

“Working for the two of us.” She turned her head and gave him a thumbs up.

“So that means long.” He narrowed his eyes, putting two and two together. “At this rate, they’ll be dragging you across the field, you won’t be any good to them without taking a second breather.”

“Oh, look who’s talking?” She sassily put her hand back to her hip, still leaning on her hand that pushed off the bench. “Driving myself for others is what I do best.” she took another chip, “And driving you wild.” she winked, charmingly bad at the deliver--per usual--and then took a bite of the chip.

He just stared at her, unamused by her remark. “You expect me to laugh at that?”

“I expect you to sleep on it.” she lifted up her hand she was balancing herself on and pushed her finger against his forehead, driving him to lay back down. “Now... you... just... lay there-!” she suddenly fell forward again and he caught her.

“Sheesh! Cool your jets!” he thought she was flirting again but when he saw the pain on her face, he realized she was suffering. “Amy... Alright, I’m not usually one for deals, but this is how it’s gonna work.” He took on a bit of a leader’s tone and transitioned her off of him, onto the side of the bench. “You’re gonna rest, and I’m gonna take over from- HERE.” he was yanked back as he started to get up, and she caught him in a death grip on the bench.

“Emm... pillow.” she held him there, sounding like she was half-losing it, being sleep-deprived but also knowing she needed to check Sonic’s condition.

The cure was doing well, it seemed the metallic flakes that still remained were chipping off as though fake silver furnishing. 

She smiled, her eyes growing droopy, seeing that he would be alright. He was just as sleep-deprived as her, but he patted lightly against her hand in a panic, spooked that she would strangle him.

It was funny, so she closed her eyes and let him struggle.

“Emm... ow!” with all his minimal thrashing, one of his quills wiggled itself to it’s pointy end and stabbed her closed eye, making the other jump awake and her arms let go of Sonic in a chain reaction to the pain. “Spiky pillow!”

She rubbed her eye as he got up to a sitting position lower down the bench, then leaned over with his hands between his spread legs, still looking exhausted as his eyes seemed to finally reveal his true condition.

“You don’t give up... do you?” There was a tad bit of fondness over her extreme actions to keep him down, but seeing as those weren’t gonna work, she blew a raspberry and got comfy, putting her hands under her cheek to sleep.

“If I didn’t... would you ever notice me?” she yawned, “You’re sleepy. I’m sleepy. There’s a reasonable solution for this~” she wiggled her finger down by him, but he flinched a leg away so she shot her flirty finger up to his nose and started fondling it like a child would play with a door-stopper.

He spread his frown so far down his muzzle that she was surprised it could stretch that long, but continued the insistent, repetitive fiddling and spastic movement with her finger to his nose. “You seem to very much dislike this.” She giggled, finding this so entertaining. “Ohh... look at it go. It’s got more energy than you do right now-Noooo...!”

He pulled his head away from her reach.

“Bring it baaaackkk..!!!”

“You’re acting like a loony, you know that?” He gave her a disapproving look but that only made her ‘pfft’ to hold in a bigger spurt of laughter.

She buried her head into the bench’s actual padding and smiled, “It’s warm... soft... inviting.” she lightly stroked the other side of the bench, looking up to him in weary pleading. “Wouldn’t it be nice... to just take your own advice?”

He lost a bit of his agitation then,... staring at the pretty scene.

“...You calling me a hypocrite?”

“Oh, most definitely, accurate. Shall I get it in writing?” she continued to joke as he sighed and rubbed the back of his head.

After a moment of hesitation, she realized he needed some more coaxing, seeing that he was looking off and to the side, nervous.

“I know you don’t usually do these things... but I’ll probably get up and insist on shaking off the rest of the silver from your fur if you don’t.” the light threat made him realize that further, and far worse intimacies could be had and slowly lowered himself back down.

“Alright, alright, you win. No need to shake me down!” he awkwardly found a comfortable spot but Amy eyed his hands and then looked back to him.

Without a word, Sonic looked away and put his hands around her. “There’s not enough space.”

“I know.” she lightly mouthed, blushing a faint pink that he dared to notice before looking away again.

She softly took a deep, cleansing breath in, before fully seeping into the curve of his body and resting by him.

She could tell by the random twitches that he wasn’t used to her being this close, and mentally pouted at his immaturity.

This was everything she loved and hoped for in their relationship, could he just enjoy it for a minute?! A good solid,... sweet... minute?

But Sonic did miss this. Ever so gently, he pulled her a little closer to his chest, held her a little tighter, and found that her own scent of flowers was like a natural muscle relaxer... and the exhaustion took over from then on.

His breathing became more naturally rhythmic, and good few seconds went by of silence, but not the awkward kind he was so used too.

This one was filled to the brim with security, understanding the other’s needs and giving in to exactly what Amy had stated.

“You’re right.” He finally spoke up, as Amy’s eyes batted as though she was practically asleep before he spoke up again. “Is it warm... and soft...”

“Heee... I keep my quills down for a reason. Shampoo a softener too...” her voice was laxed as she grinned widely and went back to scooting her face closer towards his neck, angling down as not to upset him.

 Amy was probably the only one he would ever feel this comfortable doing this with... he had gone so long without her hugs, without her teasing... that this moment was finally like saying, ‘I’m back’.

As though wondering if her hugs always felt like this, he leaned his head to let her head take some of his own weight, resting it down by it.

Amy tried to not ruin the moment, but that subtle acceptance made her chest jump in puffs of excitement.

She kept her snickering to a minimum, before finally laughing as Sonic looked down at her, confused because he was finally starting to think resting might not be such a bad idea.

“What?” he felt her turning to her back and adjusted his hold on her, loosening but keeping his hands around her still. “Thought we were napping?”

“Hehehe... haha..! Did you just..?” She wiped a tear from her eye, pointing a crooked finger at him, “Smell my head?”

He looked horrified she had noticed.

“BAH-HAW-HAHAHAHA!!!” She clutched her stomach and howled in rolling laughing, picking her knees up as Sonic was tempting to just flop her off and onto the cool, hard steel floor beneath them.

“Yeah, so what? They smell of flowers!” he let her go and turned to his back, pouting that he ever thought snuggling with Amy was actually seemingly alright.

He would have to remind himself from now on, never to let his guard down again!

(I originally thought of something else but I think I like this version better XD)

[milkttea]

𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙐𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙬

𝘉𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Warnings: angst, slight Dabi x reader, hero turned villain, blood, guns, bullets, uuhhh if you don’t like it don’t read, read some fluff but if you want angst and a sad Bakugou >:)

Notes: this wasn’t requested I got the idea from a tik tok by kyaasan it really brought on the angst hehe have fun y’all

What the readers costume looks like.

Nausea.

Nausea was what you first felt.

Nausea and then anger.

Anger at him or at yourself you didn’t know, but seeing him— seeing Bakugou there with that girl and talking without an ounce of hostility only light banter had just filled you with rage that hit you in your heart and soon filled your mind.

It was overpowering and made your mind fill with an inky black that slowly took over and only filled you with more and more sadness.

It was all you could focus on— it was too much you needed to leave before you did something awful. Something un-hero like, that wouldn’t exactly make you a very good hero now would it?

Attacking an innocent girl for interacting with Bakugou, with him looking at her with such adoration, such kindness. You only wished he could look at you that way.

Your quirk soon became making its way out of you and filling the surrounding area with a blood lust and making the metal workings around you creak and bend. A blood lust that was not unnoticed by a villain from a certain group that has caused nothing but pain for your class.

Fragments of buildings were breaking and groaning, causing citizens to panic as they wondered if this was the workings of a villain. This panic didn’t go unnoticed as the watching eyes of a villain were settled on your form as you stared at Bakugou and the other girl.

If only you knew that the only reason Bakugou was looking at the girl with such love in his eyes was because he imagined it to be you. Maybe it was the workings of her quirk that made him believe it was you, you’d never know.

He truly did love you and it was this love that blinded him from seeing your form crumple to the ground like leaves from a tree. The reason he was speaking to this girl— if you looked close enough there were some parts of her that resembled you— to work up the nerve in holding a meaningful conversation with you. In doing so however, he found that he enjoyed her company and completely forgot about his purpose of bringing her to this spot to chat.

Sometimes love could break you.

It sent you running.

Running far away from him, far away from the girl, and far far away from UA.

For the longest time you wondered if UA was truly the right place for you, the more you worked with the Heroes and fought your peers you truly wondered if Heroes were in the right. They left destruction and pain behind while taking in people and ruining their lives.

Yes there were people who did truly awful things but there were also those who had to do those things because these Heroes failed them when they needed them most.

The word left a bad taste in your mouth, making you gag as you ran away.

Heroes made you sick to your stomach sometimes. The things they did and the way they affected lives, everyone depended on them and would only accept their help— no one else’s.

You found yourself at an alley hiding in the corner from other peoples eyes. People were always so nosy, getting into business they don’t belong in.

“Well, well if it isn’t a UA student. What’s a small hero doing out here by themselves it could be dangerous you know, with all these villains running around.”

Looking up, the tears in your eyes fell against your will once you locked eyes with one of the most dangerous villains you’ve ever encountered. Dabi. A villain with a fire quirk and flames that burn hotter than Endeavor and Todoroki. The presence of him was enough to make you freeze in your spot— ironically.

“You trying to pick a fight or something cause I’m really not feeling it,” you say in between sniffles as you wipe your eyes.

He walks closer to you, towering over your crumpled form and tilts his head as he looks at you. His eyes narrow as he looks deep in your eyes as they avert from his gaze, and sees the hatred you have, not directed at him, but at someone else.

A look he knows all too well.

“So you hate someone? That’s it?”

Shocked you look up and properly look him in the eyes.

“How did you—?”

With a wave of his hand, blue flames escape and fly slightly towards your face in the shape of All Might then Endeavor.

“I’ve seen my fair share of hatred, but the hatred I see in you reminds me all too well of myself. How about we make a deal?”

He smirks at you as you furrow your brows and think about what this could mean for you.

“Look I’m not the most patient person, but I’m willing to help you get revenge on those heroes.”

You waited for a few more seconds and finally nodded your head, an evil grin appearing on Dabi’s face as he took your hand and led you further down the dark ally where you both disappeared from the public.

-

Weeks had passed since then, and during those weeks life had been hectic for the staff at UA and your friends.

You had been named missing and your teachers had been left to wonder if you were kidnapped or worse. Your parents were worried and asked for your safe return wherever you were, you saw the news at the League of Villains hideout where the news had been playing.

The heroes had been searching for you at every possible location they could imagine and your fellow classmates had been questioned on if you’d been feeling weird the past few days before your disappearance.

“I don’t know where the extra could have gone, do I look like I know them?!”

Despite his brashness Bakugou was worried, he hated to admit it but he was concerned for your well-being.

Where could you have gone?

-

“Huh... so they care now. How disappointing.”

Dabi put an arm around you as you sat on a couch playing with a piece of metal and forming it into different shapes.

“Well today will be your debut day. How do you feel?”

You stopped with the metal in your hand formed into the shape of an explosion before you crushed it with your hand and let it crumble to the floor.

With a smile on your face and your eyes glowing you responded, “like I could take on the world.”

-

While the students were on their training with their respective heroes, a few had gathered together to discuss the recent events and what may have happened to their classmate.

“Deku, do you ever wonder what could have happened to Y/n?”

Midoriya looked at Uraraka who was fiddling with her fingers and he thought for a few seconds before looking at her.

“I wonder everyday what made her disappear and what could have been done differently had we known that she would disappear.”

Bakugou couldn’t help but overhear the conversation as more students began to converse and speculate what could happen. It made him frustrated that he didn’t have any idea what could have happened.

Before they could think more about what could have happened, screams rang out from the crowd as a fire broke out with Dabi in the center, his hand around the neck of a hero as he burned them alive and threw them aside.

The hero course students, having their hero licenses took to action as they worked to get the civilians out of range of Dabi who merely stood there watching as they did what Heroes do. The trio of boys who threw themselves face first into danger were the first to act as they attacked Dabi, only for more villains to emerge and stop them as they began to fight.

More heroes joined the fight as Nomu began to emerge from out of no where. Wreaking havac while the heroes were doing their best to keep damage to a minimum.

Dabi only smirks at the destruction in his wake, satisfaction written on his face. He puts a finger to his ear and presses on the ear piece hidden by his black hair and speaks into it, words unheard by the students, but the actions noticed by Midoriya and Bakugou.

“Hey! Bastard who you talking to?! You have a fight right in front of you!”

Bakugou lunges forward palm extended as he makes an explosion in Dabis face. He prepares for another when a stinging pain emerges in his arm.

He grabs his arm as he winced in pain, noticing a hole and a very faint red light set on his person. He looks up to where the source is coming from only vaguely seeing a person upside down, legs wrapped around a wire with a gun aimed at him.

He quickly runs from your view as you take more shots at him. Noticing Bakugou running from the area and going behind a car, Midoriya and Todoroki follow suit.

“What happened?”

Bakugou clenches his teeth and rips a piece of his costume and ties it around the wound.

“There’s a shooter on the building, damn extra got me in my arm. I’m gonna get ‘em don’t follow me half-and-half bastard! You too damn nerd!”

“Kacchan wait—!”

Bakugou already left exploding his way to your location.

You already left tho, the wire suspending you reeling you up and on top of the building as you run, gun in hand planting metal canisters with metallic vapors around the area.

Bakugou soon found himself in front of you as you smirked and aimed your gun at him, he let out an explosion in front of your face thinking it would blind you as he ran around to attack you. What he didn’t know was that the special headset you had target locators in them and infrared lighting, meaning you could see him.

Still he was able to get a hit on you and blast you away and towards the edge of the building. He lands another punch on you as you block it with your metal brackets on your arm.

“Who the hell are you?!”

You ignore him as you throw a canister in his face momentarily surprising him as you shoot it, letting out a miniature explosion and commanding the metal shrapnel inside to form together as needles and enter Bakugous body.

He cursed at the pain and you make your escape.

Smirking you jump off the building to a smaller one and continue shooting at the heroes with your bullets. Not killing them but injuring them enough as you manipulated the bullets to let out paralytic toxins.

Bakugou eventually comes to his senses, grunting in pain but continuing after you. You hear this and turn around briefly only to come face to face with Bakugou who tackles you to the ground.

“Shit—”

He kicks your gun away after you drop it from him colliding with you and he grips your hands as you struggle.

You let out a grappling hook to pull you away from him, but his reflexes kick in as he grabs the hook and pulls it to wrap around your hands.

“Who the fuck are you,” he seethes as he rips off the headset on you and freezing as he sees your eyes glaring at him.

“(Y/n)— but you, why are you—”

With perfect timing a portal opens behind you and Dabi emerges, ready to burn Bakugou but you grab his hand to stop him.

Bakugou in shock just falls to his knees mouth open in shock as Dabi stares down at him with a sickening smirk. You look Bakugou in the eyes and say these parting words before you leave with Dabi’s hand in yours.

“I’m just someone you used to know. I will always resent you Bakugou Katsuki.”

Bakugou let’s tears fall from his eyes as his heart clenches in pain, feeling the pain of heartbreak settle in he screams in anguish as he sobs.

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Twisted Karnival - Chapter 2

Stray Kids x Reader

Horror/Thriller/Drama

Twisted Circus!AU

A/N: Ahh thank you so much on the feedback! It’s starting to get a little bit darker, so I hope you guys are ready! Hehe. Enjoy! ~Liz

Warnings: Mentions of seduction and kidnapping. Possibly more in the future. We also write for 0t9, so Woojin is going to be in this series.

Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and in no way represents the idols of Stray kids or JYP.

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“Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls! The show will begin in ten minutes! Please be sure to get your hands stamped so you can quickly make your way to your seats! Trust me, this is NOT something you want to miss!” 

As the announcement rang through the loud-speakers, everyone rushed in a wild fashion towards the tent. Your friend grabbed your arm, pulling you into the large crowd. You pulled back slightly feeling a bit claustrophobic, but proceeded to follow the large crowd towards the tent entrance. The crowd moved fiercely, rushing towards the giant tent. You tugged back slightly feeling uncomfortable around all these pushing strangers. Your friend proceeded to pull you along as her eyes wandered the surrounding grounds. “Omg Y/N! A petting zoo!” Your eyes quickly shifted as your arm was jerked to the right. You looked back at the pushing load of people, feeling a sigh of relief. “A...petting zoo? Like.. for little kids?” You looked up at the sign and then noticed a few different cages lined up behind a small enclosed fence. “So? We are here to enjoy ourselves!” Your friend tugged your arm once more, quickly releasing it as she rushed the bunny cage. You roll your eyes and sighed. Your eyes slowly closed as the surrounding sound cluttered your mind. Suddenly, a man's voice fell over your ears. 

“Chaotic, isn’t it?” Startled, you jumped forward, prepping your fists for battle. The man laughed, brushing his dark brown locks back. You stood in silence looking over the gorgeous man before you.

“Speechless? Hehe don’t worry cutie, I get it all the time. Do you like animals?” His brow twitched as he looked towards the presented creatures. You slowly turned the same direction. 

“I...I do. My friend wanted to come over here before the show. And I’m not even sure if you’re even open or not… s...sir.” You rambled on quickly quieting your words from embarrassment. The man chuckled once more.

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it. My act isn’t for a while, so I sit out here and show off my pets. And please, call me Minho.” You gulped heavily on the knot in your throat as you notice a giant orange tiger slowly approaching the man in front of you. Your eyes widened with panic.

“Ahh! Sh-shouldn’t he be in a cage, or s-something?!” The man burst into laughter as he slowly bent down to meet face to face with the beast. “SHE is allowed to roam the grounds. She’s my faithful companion and does whatever her…" his eyes flicker to you for a second, an unreadable look behind his eyes. "...Master tells her to do.” He turns his attention back to the animal and nuzzled his face along the neck of the tiger's. You stood there in complete shock.

“I-is that safe?” You stammered as he rose to his feet. His hand rested against the top of the tigers head. “Trust me my dear…” He gently grabbed a hold of your hand, gently pressing it against the beast fur. It was so soft. The man smirked heavily noticing the stamp along your hand as a heavy shiver fell over your body. You paused for a moment as the shiver fell over your arm and down the center of your spine. 

“See…? She’s harmless... when I tell her to be.” He chuckled lowly. You continued to pet the side of the beast, feeling almost at ease. 

“You’re right. She’s so...tame.” 

“Well, anyone can be tamed my dear.” You pulled your hand from the tigers back as you slowly backed into your friend. 

“Come on y/n! We have three minutes left until the show starts!” The man stood proudly next to his companion as he waved farewell. You slowly looked back at the man whose eyes flashed a quick shade of yellow as your friend moved you into the crowd of people. You shook your head, feeling slight confusion. 

“Umm...I just realized, where are we even supposed to sit? Those tickets didn’t have seat numbers did they?” Your friend ignores your question trying to keep up with everyone.

“Hey!” you shrieked, startling your friend.

“Huh? What’s up?” she smiled nervously pushing through the massive crowd of people.

“Where are we supposed to sit?” Before your friend was able to speak, Felix popped out of nowhere, sitting on top of the edge of the tent roof, swinging his leg back and forth. Your friend’s eyes widened.

“You’re able to sit wherever you want, my dear. But I would sit as close as possible. It’s the best way to enjoy the show.” Felix smirked heavily, tilting his head back as the lights began to flash over the tent. Your friend’s jaw slowly fell in awe as Felix winked in your direction. His eyes glowed for a split second, leaving you speechless as your friend drug you inside. “Hehe… she’s a cutie isn’t she?” Felix asked as Woojin slowly appeared from behind the giant light. “She is…You did very well this time Felix. I’ll be sure to see to your reward after the show.” An evil smile played over Felix’s lips as he jumped to his feet. 

“A reward is only good if she’s involved.” He licked his lips flipping backwards off the edge and onto his feet. In the tent, as your friend proceeded to push you through the crowd, you noticed her eyes were set on the first row center of the nearest section. Your eyes widened as you pushed your feet against the floor for friction. 

“Come...on! Those seats are wide open! It would be the best seat in the house!” Your friend screamed, tugging against my arm. 

“No… that is WAY too close. What’s wrong with a normal seat?” Your friend huffed heavily, ripping you from your spot, dragging you once more.

“The cute guy said that the closest seats were the best ones to watch the show.” Sighing, you allowed her to drag you to the seats. You hesitantly sat down on the bench behind you, looking around the arrangement in the arena. 

“Wow. It looks like it’s going to be quite the show for sure.” Your eyes wandered, noticing the high wire ranging from one end of the arena to another, ramps aligned along the floor, and rings that stood center.

As your eyes continued to wander, you notice a handsome dark red headed man. He was holding a box of snacks as he sends a crooked smile your way.

“Welcome, lovelies. The name's Seungmin. What can I get for you tonight?” Your friends jaw slowly fell as she gazed over the man.

“H-holy mot…” You quickly covered your friends mouth, smiling nervously at the handsome man.

“We don’t want anything. Thank you, though.” You struggled to keep your friend from bursting out. The man continued to smile as a chuckle fell from his lips.

“Are you sure? What kind of show would a circus be without a popcorn? Or even just a small snack to enjoy?” His eyes narrowed to your hand resting over your friend’s lips. He chuckled once more reaching a single hand into the box.

“Here actually. These are on me tonight.” Your eyes watched as his hand extended, holding two single bags of freshly popped popcorn. You slowly reached forward taking the two bags. You looked over the man's smile, quickly moving your hand and grabbing a five dollar bill from your bag.

“Here. I don’t want you to get in trouble.” You reached out, the man slowly engulfing his hand over yours as a cold shiver rolled down your spine. You looked up to catch the soft purple hue leaving his eyes. Another smile rolled over his lips as he slowly drew his hand back and nodded his head, bowing slightly.

“Don’t worry. I won’t be getting into any trouble tonight. Please, enjoy the show ladies.” He bit his lip slightly turning his back to walk towards more people. You watched in silence for a moment noticing his bright smile towards the crowd. He seemed pretty respectful and very nice looking. ‘What would a guy like that be doing in a circus?’

“Oh my god, this place is full of hot guys!” Your friend shouted, upsetting the crowd around us. You shook your head lightly as the sound of drums filled the air. The room grew dim and the crowd burst into cheers.

“Laaaaaadies and Gentlemen! Are you ready?!” A man's voice rang throughout the arena causing the crowd to scream out.  “I can’t hear you! I said… ARE YOU READY?!” The man shouted once more as the crowd jumped to their feet, screaming loudly. Your friend jumped up, bouncing in her spot as she screamed out.

The crowd continued to scream and holler. You pressed your fingers to your ears as a giant spotlight fell over the middle of the ring revealing another tall, handsome black haired man. He wore a fitted matching black suit, white under cuffs, and silver accents on the jacket. 

“Hello to you all! I am Woojin, and please allow me to Welcome you to the Twisted Karnival!” The crowd cheered once more as the smile grew over the announcers lips. He scanned over the crowd, hiding a devilish smirk behind his mic. As the crowd roared, several of the performers entered the arena. Their smiles lit up the room. 

“Look at them! My GOD, they are so cute!” Your friend squealed pushing against the metal barricade. Your eyes scanned over the performers recognizing a few of them. The performers all got into their respectful positions, head bowed as another body slowly entered the arena.

The room fell dark leaving the crowd in wonder. Suddenly, another spotlight fell over a man with wavy blonde hair. His head slowly rose as another spotlight fell over him. Your eyes narrowed recognizing the man. 

“Y/N look! It’s the ringleader from earlier!” You nodded your head, silently watching the show as the people around you proceeded to scream after each said word.

“Looks like we have a full crowd tonight! I don’t think I’ve seen a packed house in a while! This makes me…" A smirk falls over his lips. "Very happy.” He grabbed the hat from the top of his head, bowing towards the crowd. The crowd cheers at his words. As he straightens up, he speaks again. "My name is Chan and I will be your ringleader for this evening! And now, it is time to start our show!"

Suddenly, music rings out and the performer's parade around the ring. You watch in awe as you see their most handsome performers walking, waving to the crowd. You see some you met earlier, Minho with his tigress, Hyunjin in his leggings and tight fit shirt, Jisung with a helmet tucked under his arm. Some of the performers you don't yet recognize, but boy, are they some of the most handsome men you've ever seen.

Out of earshot, Woojin subtly leans closer to Chan, his eyes on you. "That's her, the one Felix thinks is the one." He continues waving to the crowd but his mind elsewhere.

Chan nods, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Appears so. I saw the stamp and I can feel her soul. It's… incredible." His eyes also wander to you, seeing your amazed expression. His eyes flash red, licking his lips, his grin menacing. "I cannot wait til she's all ours."

[daxieoclock]

ok shay you dont understand i was literally scrambling through our messages on discord to find a dissidia link and now i cant pick between the kairi reunion with sora and the namixi bed sharing scene so you gotta pick for me

jdhfbghjgb Enu you absolute sweetheart thank you for the ask

they’re both kinda short scenes though sooooo por que no los dos djhfgbjh

Kairi reunion scene is in chapter 10 and the Namixi scene is in chapter 14

She'd only been there twice before, both times after Xehanort's defeat, but Kairi instantly recognized Terra, Aqua and Ventus's home: the quintuple towers and golden chains of the Land of Departure.

I don’t remember if I ever articulated what both of those times were in my head, but it’s a HC that just felt right hehe.

And there, sitting on the bottom steps leading up to the front door, was Sora.

He hopped up as soon as he saw her, that stupid grin all over his face, and then Kairi's eyes blurred over and her feet pounding against the stone courtyard.

"It's so good–" he said, and she cut him off by punching him as hard as she possibly could in the shoulder. "OW!"

Kairi’s anger, frustration and just general emotion is something I had a lot of fun exploring in DKH, and something I definitely want to do more of if I ever return to KH writing (still undecided on that). As much as I love the comedy beat of the pissed-off reunion, it’s an honest feeling I think, to be both overjoyed and infuriated by someone at the same time. And it definitely fits my interpretation of where Kairi – who has been incessantly damseled, left behind and sacrificed-for – is at this moment in her arc. Furious and bitter and just wanting to drag her dumbass bffs/bfs to safety whether they like it or not.

"It's so good–" he said, and she cut him off by punching him as hard as she possibly could in the shoulder. "OW!"

"You absolute, goddamn, stupid idiot!" Kairi shrieked. "Do you have any idea how worried I was? How worried Riku was?"

For whatever reason this makes me think of the very beginning of the story, with Riku lying awake thinking of Sora. Like...yeah. Yeah he was. And on that note, as much as I missed Sora’s presence in the story, I absolutely loved the chance to expand on Riku and Kairi’s friendship/relationship (it’s complicated; when is it ever not?) without him there. I wanted to emphasize both how much they care about each other, and how much Sora’s absence is felt nearly constantly.

"Probably," Sora said, sheepish, massaging his shoulder.

"We had to try and explain to your parents how you....you vanished into thin air, but how it's actually completely okay because you did it to save my life!"

I don’t know that I’ll ever focus too much on any of the KH characters’ biological families, but I think the Destiny trio are the closest to actually Having Any Sort Of Bond with their parents. We’ve got a vague idea of Kairi’s home life – adopted daughter of the mayor, and I’ve extrapolated her dad is kind of absent – but none of Riku’s and only the fact that Sora has a mom. But the idea of Kairi and Riku returning to the island alone, having to break the news to Sora’s parents, just stuck in my head when I was writing this.

She didn't know who embraced who first. But she was in his arms then, and he was in hers, and she squeezed him so close, so goddamn tightly.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Just hold me," she said. "Just shut up and hold me."

I think this is just a sweet moment tbh djhfgbj.

"Your hair looks longer," Kairi said, finally. They were sitting on the steps together. Her eyes had cleared, but she wasn't ready to leave this moment. "And you're missing a button on your jacket."

"Oh." Sora ran a hand through his hair in that absentminded way that he did. He laughed. "I hadn't noticed."

Liar. She knew him well enough to know when he was putting on a front, and he definitely was now. But she wasn't much better, she had refused to point out the bags under his eyes, the greyish pallor of his tan skin, the way his blue eyes seemed darker than she remembered. She couldn't speak those details, as if silence would make them go away, as if she could will away the scuff from his shoes and the dullness from the little metal crown that hung around his neck. He reminded her of how Aqua had looked after they'd rescued her, so relieved but yet so exhausted. It was the impact of that much time spent alone, that much time spent wandering, spent lost and far away from the ones you love. Kairi's grip on Sora's hand tightened.

I will never forgive Nomura’s cowardice to not show the physical, kinda traumatizing toll that years of isolation in the RoD took on Aqua. 0.8 delved into it slightly, but only in the most surface-level way. And judging by what we’ve seen from Re:Mind and MoM, the same sort of surface-level emotion is going to be applied to Sora’s ‘death’ as well. He’s almost definitely going to come out of a YEAR of complete isolation being just as chipper and bright-eyed as he’s always been, and that is something I wanted to rectify here.

I love the KH cast and I love seeing them challenged, and love watching them grow. There’s not quite enough Sora in DKH to grasp the full extent of how he’s changed after his ‘death,’ but I’d like to think we do see that he HAS changed. It’s something I touched on more directly during Riku’s reunion with Sora, but it’s present here as well.

"So, who's your friend?" He motioned with his head towards the Spirit-Namine, who sat patiently on her haunches.

"Sora, it's me," she said with a little laugh. "It's Namine."

"Oh." Sora stared at the Spirit-Namine for a moment, the gears straining in his head, and then he looked over his shoulder up the stairs, then back at her with a confused expression on his face. "Wait, weren't you sleeping inside? Why are you here and a cat? How are you here and a cat?"

But of course, even after that sort of trauma, Sora is still Sora. He’s still a goober and a softie, and I didn’t want to abandon those traits for the sake of angst.

Sora had never been very comfortable with silence, she noticed him starting to shift and adjust next to her.

ADHD Sora rights.

Kairi kept catching herself holding her breath, waiting for him to vanish or the floor to give way or her alarm to wake her up. Waiting for something to drag him away again.

He looked over his shoulder at her and smiled. "I'm not going anywhere, you know," he said.

Kairi spluttered. "What...who...shut up!" She stared at the ground, cheeks flushed, unable to acknowledge out loud that he'd read her so well.

I haven’t decided if Sora’s surprising emotional perceptiveness is a new aspect of his character or something he’s always had that hasn’t been highlighted well, but it’s definitely an interpretation of him I enjoy. Like, yeah, he’s impulsive and inattentive and kind of rude on occasion, but he’s also showed some moments of being able to read people with shocking accuracy. I think that’s a skill some Keyblade wielders have, a sort of magical hyper-empathy, and Sora definitely has it in spades without even trying.

And briefly before we go into Namixi (and speaking OF Namixi)

Xion glanced at Sora and Kairi from the middle chair and threw up a peace sign. "Hey, what's up?" Her outfit had also changed a lot since Kairi saw her last, she had on a pair of loose black cargo shorts and a pullover hoodie, her black hair swept to one side and tucked behind her right ear. Honestly, she looked a lot happier, a lot freer.

Butch Xion is absolutely the hill I will die on this gal is 100% loves girls and presenting in nonconforming ways.

Namine, laying against Xion, her eyes closed and her expression peaceful.

Xion looked down at Namine as she noticed Kairi's stare. "Oh, yeah, I'm uh...keeping her safe? Cause she can't move when doing her spell, and uh, probably more comfortable than laying on this ground or something right?" She forced a laugh. "Yeah."

Namine, who absolutely has ulterior motives: “I’m going to be unconscious while using this spell and I’d rather not wake up sore, so maybe you could hold me while I’m using it? I’d make me feel safer too.”

Xion, who is gay as shit and forgot about the fact this castle has beds in it: “Yes absolutely I will totally hold you for as long as you need Namine wow yes that sounds great I’m on board heck yeah.”

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And with that introduction let’s hop right into the dedicated Namixi scene shall we.

Namine heard her door open, then close. She didn't move, just kept staring straight ahead, lying on her side in the bed, her heart beating staccato on the inside of her chest. A quiet bump of collision in the dark.

"Ow!" Xion muttered. "Stupid bed."

No good confession scene is complete with at least a couple comedy beats.

Her eyes probably had to adjust to the dark still, which Namine was thankful for, considering the fact she was probably blushing up a storm at the moment. "Are you okay?" She sounded so concerned, oh light.

Gentlebutch Xion strikes again. I refuse to see her as anything but very polite towards pretty gals (and Namine is very pretty gal in her humble opinion).

"I'm fine," Namine said, quickly. "I just...." She reached out to take Xion's hand, but hesitated, and just let her own fall back onto the mattress. "Wanted to see you, I guess."

"Oh," Xion said. Relief. Namine started when she felt Xion's fingers brushing against her hand. "Shit, sorry, sorry."

"No, no." Namine laughed, and took Xion's hand. "Thank you. This is really nice."

The eternal sapphic dance of being terrified of overstepping and desperate to express your affection at the same time. Also I have said it before and I will say it again: The Gay Gals Love Hands. Idk what it is but sapphic attraction is like 75% hand-holding it’s ridiculous.

Xion opened her eyes again, those gorgeous purple eyes.

Changing characters’ eye color is sort of a running theme in my fics I suppose, though it doesn’t ALWAYS come up. Xion’s purple eyes is something I saw once and got stuck in my brain forever. I have no idea who came up with it or why it’s something that apparently a decent chunk of Xion fans hc for her, but it sure is what we’ve decided on haha.

Three words. That's it. So easy, just three words. Just say it. Say it. "When you found out Sora was here, and decided to go after him." Coward.

Namine, like most of the female cast of KH, has basically no outwards emotion and very little development. For whatever reason, I’ve fixated on an interpretation of her as someone who expresses her emotions in unconventional ways, spends a lot of time overthinking things, protects herself by exaggerating her personality around others while also being terrified of hurting people the way she was forced to hurt Sora. It’s sort of funny to see a very similar personality come up around my interpretations of Haru Okumura in Deja Vu, but Namine definitely expresses her post-trauma identity a lot softer, less formal but still so very careful.

Anyway that’s a lot of words to say that she self-loathes and picks her words incredibly carefully and that contrasts really interestingly with the more impulsive, emotion-driven Xion. They’re a good fit for each other C:

"You can get under the covers too, if you like."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Please stop being a gentlewoman and take the hint. "I want you to," Namine said. Was that too firm? Too bossy?

"Oh!" Xion smiled, and threw the comforter over herself in an instant. Guess it was fine.

More of that aforementioned dynamic.

"This is very good. I'm happy."

"I'm glad," Xion said. "I...like making you happy."

Namine had to inhale deeply at that. It wasn't easy to confess when the girl kept taking her breath away.

I really like the idea in general that it takes so long for Namine to tell Xion how she feels because Xion just keeps doing really sweet things or being kind of romantic but not really making the space for that confession, and Namine just gets flustered and puts it off.

Three words. Just three. Just say them. Namine took a deep breath. "I, uh. I..." She felt a sob welling up in her throat. Light, why was this so difficult, why couldn't she just tell Xion–

Her lips were on hers. Namine couldn't breathe, could barely think for the screaming of her heart in her ears. Xion broke the kiss, looking so very embarrassed. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean–"

Namine reached up and pressed a finger to Xion's lips, cutting her off before she could apologize any more. "Um," she said, "kiss me again?"

And Xion nodded, and Namine let her finger fall, let Xion lean in and kiss her again. And she squeezed her hand so tightly and kissed her back.

So not really a confession but Xion DID get the hint. Once more: Xion’s impulsiveness makes things both very difficult and much easier for Namine. And I think I like the fact that she ends up deciding to just go along with that impulsiveness, just let go of her plan and kiss the gal she’s been pining for, and stop beating herself up about the words she can’t say yet. It’s sweet hehe.

[dangan-imagine-plus]

A request from Tumblr I finally got to.

"Can you please do a scenario where the blackened takes Himiko hostage to avoid being executed, but thankfully she was saved and Shuichi comforts her?"

also read down here

The class trial was over, they had found out the person who killed Ouma Kokichi, the one and only, Iruma Miu.

She was clearly angry that she was caught “I need! To get out, the world needs my inventions!” She snapped, stomping a foot down on the ground like a child having a tantrum “Besides! Kokichi deserved it! That lying little shit would have eaten it at some point with the way he was acting”

The students stood around her, quietly listening to her talk

“I-I can’t die now!” She screamed, looking around wildly, as if trying to find a way out, but there was no escape and everyone knew that.

But suddenly, so fast no one had time to react, Miu reached out and grabbed Himiko, the Ultimate Magician, pulling her close to her body. The smaller girl gasped, struggling against the inventor's grasp.

“I-Iruma?!” Himiko sputtered, she stopped struggling because the more she wiggled and tighter Miu hold got.

“I won’t let go of her! You can’t kill me ‘cause she’ll die also!” Miu said, a strange, almost scary smile plastered on her face. She stood a few steps away from the group, forcing Himiko along “Now… I think… I’ll leave!” She said, walking toward the elevator.

“I’m sorry but i can’t let that happen” Kirumi spoke, brushing past Maki and taking long strides. “H-hey! You get bac-ACK” Miu started before being taken off guard. 

Kirumi grabbed Miu’s arm, pulling it off Himiko, allowing her to run off. Kirumi pulled back fast, barely missing the metal collar that came to grab Miu and take her to her execution.

When Himiko got out of Mius' hold, she quickly latched on to Shuichi. He could feel her shaking, she was clearly frightened at that exchange that happened just a few seconds ago.

Even after Miu’s execution, Himiko never let go of Shuichi, it worried him so once they were allowed to leave the trial groups he tried talking to her.

“Hey… Yumeno? Are you doing okay?” He asked, looking down at her with a slight frown. 

Himiko shook her head “Nyeeh… It was… really scary, i thought Iruma was going to do something to me…” She mumbled quietly, her grip on shuichi loosening just a small bit “Sorry for grabbing you an all…”

“Ah, it's no problem Yumeno!” Shuichi said, smiling “How are you feeling?” 

“Mmm… sleepy…” She simply responded.

“Ah, in that case, let's get you back to your room, you can take a nap there.” Shuichi said, urging her to walk forward.

The two talked quietly as they walked to the dorm. Himiko went into her room and flopped onto her bed, on top of her covers.

“Hey, you should sleep under the covers.” Shuichi said.

“Nyeeeh… what a pain” She mumbled, rolling off her bed.

“H-hey, be careful!” He said, walking into the room and making sure she was okay. Once he was sure that she was fine, he went and pulled the covers down “Come on, I'll tuck you in” He said with a smile

Himiko crawled back into bed and curled up into a spot the covers had been pulled away. Shuichi pulled the covers back over Himiko, quickly taking her hat off and placing it on the table.

“Mmm… thank you Saihara… your like my knight in shining armor” She spoke in a tired voice, before falling asleep.

“Hehe… No problem Yumeno” Shuichi said quietly, turning the lights off before leaving the room

[hitchell-mope]

(Third film. After “smells like teen spirit”. Back in Auradon. At Evie’s house. Mal’s in the kitchen making party food. Uma’s fighting a loosing battle with the swivel stool. And Celia’s sitting on the counter)

Celia: ok. I’ll bite. Why Harry. Out of all the idiots, all the boys, and Gil, that you could have chosen. Why Harry?

Uma: hm? Shit. Fuckin’. Crappy chair. What now

Mal: I can get you a proper chair if you like

Uma (slamming her palm down on the counter): I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED BY KITCHEN FURNISHINGS!!!! Ow

Mal: ok, dude. Say it. Don’t spray it.

Uma (sounding like Sideshow Bob): urgh. (Normal voice) What were you saying Ceels?

Celia: why. Harry.

Uma: he’s a good employee. Does what I say, when I say it, without argument

(Her sister and cousin look unconvinced)

Celia: you wanna tell or can I? Or if you’d prefer we can go full on Greek muse

Mal: ha. And let halfwit Harry be happy? Yeah, no, don’t think so

Uma: yeah I’m lost

Celia: toi, ma chère soeur, tu aimes le pirate

Uma: slander and blasphemy

Celia: well it’s true. Wether you like or not. You “wuv” him

Uma: you’re wrong. Mal, tell her she’s wrong

Mal: I can’t, I’m cooking. (She clears her throat) Coughshe’srightthoughcough

Uma: low blow. Even for you.

Celia: you know it. (She starts humming the “in a tree” song)

Uma: must she use that insipid song?

Mal: she’s your little sister. So yes.

Uma: I’m not, you know, with Harry

Mal: I am really not the one you should be talking to about this. If I had my way he’d be staring down the business end of a jet propeller.

Uma: yeah. You’re right. Got anymore booze?

Mal: open bar cuz, open bar.

Uma: thanks

(She reaches for a new bottle and promptly falls off the swivel stool)

Celia: HAHAHAHA!!!! Called it

Uma (popping up from the floor): I have to go

(She heads for the gazebo)

Mal: if I were you I’d go after her and knock her off the trail.

Celia: meaning you’d turn her away from Hook.

Mal: yep.

Celia: luckily for her, I’m not you.

(She gets off the counter and heads in Uma’s direction. Then she stops and turns around)

Celia: by the way. Where are Dizzy’s folks?

Mal (looking very uncomfortable): uhhhh (her eyes flit to the ceiling)...asleep...?

Celia: eh they deserve after the day they’ve had.

(Celia leaves Mal my long about Lamborghini’s, Doug’s shirt and throttling Evie, and goes to her sister)

Celia: hey

Uma (taking a swig of whiskey that empties half of the bottle): what?

Celia: just checking up on you

Uma: I’m not. It doesn’t exist.

Celia: yeah, yeah, I know. But if it worked

Uma: I am not like them. And you know I’m not. I’m (she takes another swig, emptying the bottle completely) independent

Celia: yeah the thing about they is well.

(This is when “miss independent” happens. After the song Mal poofs in)

Mal: Jay phoned. They’re just coming up to the house.

Celia: about time

Mal: oh and Uma, que pensez-vous de la livraison de Harry dans une boîte d'allumettes?

(Uma blanches and poofs to the front of the house. Mal bursts into cackles)

Celia: I hope you’ll still find it funny when you’re eating your meals through a straw.

Mal: ahh it’ll be worth it. C’mon kid

(They troop through the house and end up meeting Devie at the bottom of the stairs. Mal flings her arm over Celia’s eyes)

Mal: oh look. They’ve finally emerged from the nest (telepathically) Doug your buttons are disordered. Evie, my dear sister, you might wanna charge into your own clothes instead of Doug’s shirt

(They both look red faced and proceed to make the changes)

Mal: that’s better. (Verbally) lets go then

(Once outside they wait for the others. Jaylos, gilonnie and Jane walk up first)

Mal: where’s Ben. You said you found him

Jay: I also said I had a surprise for you

Jane: oh god tell me you didn’t

Gilonnie and Carlos: he did

Jane: fucking cats

Mal: cats? What about cats?

Jay: not cats. Ben.

Mal: uh-kay

Jay: 🎶come on out Ben🎶

(Ben poofs in. Mal promptly squeals in surprise)

Mal (euphorically, Unser her breath): it’s just like cats

Evie: ladies gentleman and pirates. I give you the acting queen of auradon

Mal: oh blow it out your ass sis or I’ll tell them about you’re last wardrobe choice

Evie: I’ll shut up

Lonnie: now that the king and his fiancé are safe. There’s something I’ve been waiting a year to do. You’re Uma yeah?

Uma: yeah

Lonnie: awesome

(She launches herself at Uma and tackles the sea witch to the ground)

Uma: what the fuck!

Lonnie: what’s your problem with Mal anyway? Huh? Is it that she’s more powerful then you? Or that she got away first? Oh don’t worry. I know what she did. And I don’t care. That’s who she was not who she is. But you did what she did. And you did worse. You were angry. And you lashed out at the first person you could. So how are you any different

Uma: get this crazy bitch offa me!

Mal: Lonnie! Lonnie, we’re cool now! So if could I uh hehe?

Lonnie: really? Well alright then.

Ben: got it all out of your system?

Lonnie: mostly. Might be some residual anger that’ll present itself at an inopportune time. But for now I’m ok.

Mal: cool. How about we get you a drink?

Lonnie: appletini?

Mal: more then doable. Let’s get you inside, Evie wipe that smirk off your face, and get you a nice appletini on the rocks yeah? (Lonnie nods) yeah...

(Mal and lonnie go in. Ben approaches Uma)

Ben: I’m sorry about her. She kinda got left out last year and today’s been awful for everyone concerned. She just snapped

Uma: don’t make allowances for her kid ok? I don’t make allowances for Harry

Carlos: no, of course not, you just let him get away with blue murder

Uma: don’t you have a genie to be cowering behind?

Carlos: not after the mirror, no. But I could repeat the process if you like? (Uma shuts up) good

(Jaylos go into the house. Uma turns around and looks at Jane who is not impressed)

Uma: hey, which one are you

Jane: I don’t want to talk to you. You enslaved my mother. And you boyfriend looked at me like I was food

(She follows jaylos into the house. Evie is tight lipped with barely contained glee)

Evie: today has been raining shower of crap but it’s gotten so much better in the last half hour

(Dizzy walks up to them followed by Hades, Elsa and the Hooks)

Dizzy: grandpa wouldn’t let jay keep Harry in a matchbox

Doug: awww honey, but you know what, there are mountains of cupcakes on the buffet table in the kitchen. Why don’t you go and show Celia?

Dizzy (turning to Celia): now you’re gonna see Wendy kinda magic I can do

(The two head inside)

Doug: I’m gonna head to the garage. You go inside, enjoy the party

Evie: meet me when you’re done?

Doug: goes without saying

(Devie leaves the patio, leaving Ben, Gil, Uma, Hades, Elsa and the Hooks)

Ben: I need to change, starting to feel chilly. Gil could I borrow some of your clothes? I’d poof but I knibda want time to think

Gil: sure

(The two brothers head inside)

Elsa: you haven’t lived until you’ve had my daughter cooking. And I’m starving so I shan’t keep you

Hades: I’ve heard only good things about my daughters cooking. So I’ll join you

Elsa: perfect(.)

(The two head inside)

Uma: tension much?

Cj: typical case of biological father vs adoptive mother both trying to assert their place in the child’s life

Harriet: huh?

Cj: pissing contest. You know what? You three head in. I just remembered something

(She heads to the garage where Doug’s pulling a motor engine in and out of a hole in the ground by a metal chain)

Cj: so you’re the half dwarf who grievously injured my brother

Doug: I stabbed Harry in the dick as he was trying to kill me. Also. It’s been a year. Get over it already.

Cj: a Hook doesn’t forget. Nor do they forgive.

Doug: you know there’s a subdivision of Eton here. I’m sure you’d be able to get a scholarship

Cj: hah. Boys club. And besides. When this is all over I’m going back home and doing away with my father.

Doug: yeah, sure, whatever. Now are you going to stand there gawking like a haddock or are you going to leave me to my own devices?

Cj: I should like to see what happens when the chain breaks or you’re strength gives up.

Doug: won’t break. Dwarven titanium. Magic.

Cj: I know what dwarven titanium is. I’m not as uneducated as the remaining plebs on the island

Doug: yeah. I know. I read your file. (He puts the engine down) I also know that you’re James Hook’s least favourite child. I know who your cousin is. And I know that you’re allergic to vinegar. Which is rather depressing since that’s the only readily available condiment on the island besides rock salt. Don’t mess with me kid. I’m the major-domo.

Cj: so you’re the hornbill to the maneless leonine. Alright then. If you’re do intelligent. Tell me. What goes through your mind when you’re face to face with the sister of the man you viciously attacked and left for dead?

Doug: of course he told you that. I don’t leave the numbskull for dead. Elsa, Merida and I delivered him to the ship and Uma revived him.

Cj: they wouldn’t lie. Not to

Doug: each other yes. But everyone else is fair game. Believe what you wanna believe. I’m going inside to make my kid a snack. I make a mean pb&j. Oh. And I’m not scared of you Miss Hook. I lived through my worst nightmare today so you’re of little to no consequence to me. And stay away from the cars. I’ll know if you don’t.

(He leaves her looking slightly shocked and runs into Mal on the patio bench. She’s holding a sandwich)

Mal: blt?

Doug: beef instead of bacon?

Mal: baloney. Fried on one side, salted on the other. Minced tinned tomatoes. Iceberg lettuce. I know my friends lunch orders.

Doug: you’re a marvel Mal

Mal: not really. I just cook when I’m nervous. Or bored. Or worrying. Or planning a party. Which in this case was all of the above.

Doug: ah. You covered (she hold up a beer bottle) naturally. Wanna sit

Mal: sure. I’ve been on my feet for most of the day

Doug: I’ve been thinking

Mal: yeah?

Doug: oh god this is gonna be difficult. I know you’ve made up your mind and Ben, Jay, everyone, won’t hold it against you if you choose not to. But I think it’s time

Mal: time for what?

Doug: to. Start helping

Mal: oh boy. Ok look. I get it. I do. I get it. But we tried. I tried. And came back with produce in my hair. We all did

Doug: that was six months ago. And besides. (He pulls her off the bench and has her face the window). Look. Vk and Ak. Somewhat peacefully. Coexisting. All because you kept a handle on things when everything else had gone crappy

Mal: eh. Though my cousins about to pelt my sister with apples. Hey jay? Could you? Thanks. What’re you suggesting bud?

Doug: start off with FaceTime. Say once a month Ben FaceTimes you when he goes to the island. And work your way up. It could work

Mal: my being rhere would grind everything to a halt. They’d be focused on me and not on Ben

Doug: true. But you have got to step up some more. You can’t hide behind the curtain forever

Mal: I know

Doug: come on

(This is when “collision of worlds” happens. After the song Mal turns to the party still going on inside)

Mal: I’ve been an ass haven’t I?

Doug: no, not an ass. Just yourself

Mal: somehow that doesn’t make me feel any better. I suppose I should go talk to him

Doug: you do that

Mal: before I forget. (She tackles him in a bear hug). Thank you. Now I’ll go.

(She poofs into Gils room where Ben is currently trying on a pair of aquamarine trousers with yellow braces)

Mal: you know if I had my way, that’d be all you’d have on

Ben: if you had your way, I’d still have the tattered bike pants on

Mal: touché. But why the 13th Doctor cosplay? And more to the point, why Gil’s 13th Doctor cosplay?

Ben: well I did just spend two hours traipsing through the forest, half naked, accompanied by, among others, your birth father and adoptive mother. So I feel like I should cover up a bit

Mal: fair is fair. Speaking of. A few questions. Who did it to you? Why did they do it? Can I kill them? And is it like my dragon form or is it a one and done deal?

Ben: my father, your birth mother and Chad. To get rid of me. Yes you can. And yes I can.

Gil: Harry ran his mouth and Ben switched and chased him for half a mile

Mal: he’s a moron. Oh and by the way. I sorry about the boys.

Gil: I know. I still don’t get why Adam did that

Ben: he’s a heartless up his own ass opportunistic bastard. That’s why

Mal: finally letting loose with the swears I see

Gil: “bastard” is nothing. My baby brother right here gave Adam the mother father uncle and aunt of all call outs. He even used the “count without the O” word

Mal: I’m impressed

Gil: it was amazing. I’m so proud

Ben: shoulders buddy, shoulders

Gil: right, sorry, my bad

Mal: before I forget. I made an omelette station downstairs. And a smoothie bar.

Gil: see ya!

(He rushes downstairs leaving bal alone)

Mal: so I’ve been thinking about the wedding

Ben (putting the coat on): yeah?

Mal: mhmm. I’m guessing we have to have it in the cathedral cause yknow, royalty, but we can still plan the reception yeah?

Ben: correct? What were you thinking

(Mal clicks her left hand and brings her arm down, shifting them to a new location in the process)

Mal: were you there your post coronation rave. Bookends and all that

Ben: oooh I like it

Mal: I’ve even thought of the song for our dance

Ben: I think I know where you’re going with this and I love it. And I’m in a tux. (He feels the top hat) with bunny ears. Huh

Mal: from my dream last night so was this

(She now has the purple Aurora dress on)

Ben (impressed): wow

Mal: not to fancy. But not too modern. And I’m wearing flats so stent dwarfed in comparison by me

Ben: well I could always activate my beast paws.

Mal: might give your mother a heart attack

Ben: true. True

Mal: well then your highness. Shall we practice?

Ben: yes we shall

(This is when “at the beginning” happens. After the song the school exterior melts back into the spare room. Mal’s eyes flash fuchsia and she collapses into Ben’s arms)

Ben: woah! You alright?

Mal: yeah. I just gotta talk to my father

(She switches back into her previous outfit and trots back downstairs where Evie’s hosting a singalong. This is when “better when I’m dancing” happens. After the song she walks outside)

Mal: dad I need a word. You too Uma. You’ll want to see this. (Once they’ve sat down she hands a scrap of paper to hades). Does this mean anything to you?

Hades (Jesse L Martin): “when the day becomes the night...no time for tea...before my final rhyme...return home....turn back the hands of...”. It’s one of the Cheshire cats forsaken riddles. Why do you ask?

Mal: I was talking to Ben just now and everything turned dark fuchsia for a sec, like when my eyes when I use magic, and I heard Doctor Facillier say that in my head. It’s not a prophecy is it?

Hades: no. The last prophecy I remember hearing was the Fates telling me I’d rule the cosmos. Followed by Herc beating me. Why would you think it’s a prophecy?

Mal: uhhhh

Uma: no. NO! YOU DO NOT GET THAT AS WELL AS EVERYTHING ELSE! I REFUSE TO LET THAT HAPPEN

Hades: I’m afraid I’m not following

Mal: I’ve got all the hallmarks. Powerful parents. Double heritage. Annoying brother. Really it should be Ben though. Or you cuz

Uma: really? Me?

Mal: yah. You’re much better qualified

Hades: haha. It’s funny. You’ve spent so much time trying to kill her. And she still think you’re better than her

Uma: what’s your point?

Hades (smiling smugly, he’s eyes glowing bright yellow): be very careful about who you piss off my dear

Uma: don’t test me uncle

Hades: and don’t test ME niece

Mal: >snickers<. Sorry. Anyway. So rhere really isn’t a prophecy built around me?

Hades: nope. not even close

The cousins: oh thank god

Hades: would it really be so bad if it were though?

Mal: most likely yes

Uma: she doesn’t even have the cajones necessary to get kids off the island. Why would she be so sort of cliched chosen one

Mal: HEY! You know why I don’t go. I told you why I don’t go. My reasons are my reasons. And you don’t get to say anything to me after the crap you’ve pulled to one up me when I personally couldn’t care less

Uma (oh so very smug): face it cousin. I’ve got moral high ground in this one

Mal: and you had face it “cousin”, that you have a thing for my brother

Uma: not really no seeing as I hate him and he’s only into guys...

Mal: not the fun one. The rat one

Uma (experiencing face freeze): huh?

Mal: well Harry’s my brother and you’re my second cousin which means he’s also your second cousin. And if I read the signals right possibly your almost stepbrother

Uma: I’m gonna kill you

Hades: no you won’t niece. It doesn’t matter. You knew him long before your father and I -ahem- “joined” together and your Olympian dna only counts the parents with said dna. You’re not related to my second son, Uma. And I have absolutely no intention at all of claiming you as my adoptive daughter. So, to use the modern turn of phrase, you’re golden. Is that better

Uma: sort of

Mal (at the same time as Uma): dammit.

Hades: good. Now that that’s all settled. Shall we rejoin the party?

Uma: in a minute

Hades: oh Kronos what is it now?

Uma: did you bring me out here just to say that Harry’s my cousin? Or to talk about the prophecy that isn’t?

Mal: first one. But you pressed my buttons so I wanted to throw you from your comfort zone

Uma (nodding): alright. I respect that. HOWEVER! Don’t look at me like that dragonhide. However. The fact remains you’ve gotta grow a pair and get out there. Your own feelings be damned. It’s not about you

Mal: When has it ever been about me?

Uma: butterfinger boy’s made his whole vendetta about you lousing up his home

Mal: thank you Uma, thanks for the help

Hades: ooh. I know what to do

Mal: smite Harry and save us from his unneeded existence?

Hades: no. You need a pep talk

Mal: no. Please don’t

Uma: actually. I wanna hear what he has to say

Hades: thank you Uma. But you probably won’t like what I have to say

(This is when “who I am” happens)

[c-atm]

Elegant Criminality

  Steven groaned as he walked into the loan office; holding his side, sporting a black eye, dishelve hair, and a bloody nose, not his blood. He looked around the office, hoping it was truly as empty as it seemed. With a painful sigh of relief, he walked to the medical cabinet, getting the first-aid before heading to the back room.

  "That could have gone better...So much for my sweet tongue..Heh-heh..ow!."

  A simple talk became...not so simple. It all started when there was suspicion of foul play in a property they own, A host bar renamed Shangri-la. A place where the clientele had fat, deep pockets, nearly as big as their bellies and deep as their secrets. There's been rumors about the runner Connie put in place being a bit more comfortable with the certain customers outside of the bar. Customers, they weren't exactly used to seeing around their city. 

  No problem as long as they opened their pockets, they basically ignored it. As for the runner, let them have fun. As long as they remember their place, no need to chase rumors. Then once too many times, the weekly total has been lower than its usual amount, it’s predicted amount. The rumors of the bar runner making moves against his team, his family; because of his new friends, started to ring true. 

  Now, while no one took this blatant act of disrespect kindly; Connie, his 'queen' was especially annoyed. Shangri-la was something Connie...Procured from its last owner. It was her pet project; this spot was something she brought in and since then it’s been a little moneymaker and info bank. Having the runner getting out of line made her look bad. She decided on visiting the runner of the establishment herself.

  His gracious lady, giving them a chance to get in line without broken pride or bones. How he admired her elegance and civility, even when dealing with these kinds of riffraff. Still he couldn't allow her to be bothered with such tripe matters.  

  No need for her to dirty her hands or give them her time. It was precious and needed with more pressing objectives. Still, a lesson had to be taught and dues had to be paid. He'd do it himself as a favor to her. She won't even have to worry..

  It was supposed to be a simple sit down, almost a parlay. 

  Supposed to be..

  *Few hours ago* 

  Steven got out of his black Lincoln continental after parking across the street from the Shangri-la, not before his ritual though. He pulled down his driver-side sun visor and smiled lovingly at a picture of his lady, in a black bikini. A candid shot he took on the family's last vacation to their island villa. She'd kill him if she'd ever found out but hell, in this life he could die anyway; might as well have something sweet on his mind if it comes to that.

  With a breath the mafioso walked into the bar.

  "Ain't this a bitch."

  His timing was either fucked up or on the money, cause his surprise visit coincided with the goddamn snake in the grass giving their money to some zoot suits wearing little shits he never saw before. 

  "Really Sam? These mother fuckers got our money."

  The nine of them turned to him standing at the doorway. The face of shock on Sam's face and fear based anger on the other eight. It would've been funny...If he hadn't seen what he saw. With a kiss of his teeth he walked calmly towards Sam and he supposed the head of the group of nobodies, fishing some black leather glove out his back pocket of his slacks.

  "Know you're blind in one eye, but you didn't see us finding out about this."

  Sam was an older mustachioed man, pencil thin; always with a suitcase brown three piece suit and a comb over. He also was an ex info broker. He got caught up selling the wrong info and was chased all through the city by a hitman. Would have been dead if he never ran into this very bar and met Connie..or if the hitman never made her drop her egg for Prairie oyster.  In the end Sam got to keep his life, Connie got a runner for her bar, and the hitman…was no longer available for services.

  So to see the man his lady saved openly betray them, well Steven was not in the mood for a parlay. Steven took the money he was handing out of the punks hand and placed it in his pocket, leaving the stunned, before turning to Sam eyebrow arched.

  "Hey..Steve.. I was just-

  "Betraying Connie..Betraying us."

  Sam took a deep breath before settling into a glare. As Steven was about to comment, a hand rested and gripped his shoulder. It was large and it belonged to an equally large man in a green zoot suit. Steven took a look around at the rainbow of zoot suits. Indigo, violet, cobalt, black, brown, gray, yellow, red and..

  "Get your jolly green giant ass off me."

  Green squeezed hard on his shoulder before talking.

  "Now now..don't yo--Kugh!"

  Steven did not care for his words and showed it by ramming his elbow into his grimy mouth, making him swallow the five front teeth, he knocked out. Green fell back hitting his head on the nearby table leaving him unconscious..or dead. It really didn't concern Steven, not like the blood green left on the elbow of his white button-up. Steven, in a quick spark of anger stomped on greens pointy nose, breaking it and eliciting a moan from the pale skin giant...

  "Oh come on..Have some class, Bastard. blood stains are hard to come o-ugh!'

  Steven stumbled back as red's skinny little fist, popped him in the eye. His nostrils flared as he touched his left eye, feeling the tenderness. He nodded as Red, Yellow Violet and Cobalt stood ready to fight. The other four were busy trying to drag green out the way and Sam was hiding behind the counter.

  Steven stood ready his fist up, held at face level.  His left leg slightly pointed, held forward bent at the knee. 

  "Fucking zoot suit skittles bastards."

  That set them off as red ran forward first, throwing a wild right hook towards Steven skull, only for him to grab the offending arm and pull red close. He grabbed red's tan face in a vice-grip before slamming his skull to the counters  metallic edge. denting it. Steven grimace as he let red crumbled upon himself.

  ' yikes...Gotta remember, this is my lady's place. She'll be pissed once she sees that.'

  As Steven was thinking to himself, Violet attempted to lay a stiletto kick to his throat. He barley ducked the attack, feeling the air from the would be blow mess up his hair.

  Steven delivered a harsh straight the guys solar plexus, making Violet double over, before ramming his knee to the afro bearer face nose. Another k.o.

  Yellow and Cobalt, nodded at each before attacking together, Yellow with a straight kick to Steven's chest and Cobalt with a left hook to his mid. Steven grabbed the foot before grimacing and coughing in pain at the punch.. losing his grip and being kicked back to the wall. 

  Steven breathed deeply as he rubbed his chest looking closely at Cobalt hands…

  'Bitch have knuckle dusters hidden in her sleeves. Ok..Her first.'

  Steven stood up straight and stepped forward, before grabbing two nearby ketchup bottles, wielding them like batons. The two laughed before attacking in unison again. Cobalt struck with an axe kick, causing steven to dodge to the left when yellow fist flew towards his skull, a knuckle duster on it.  

  Steven batted the fist downward, breaking the bottle on the back of their hand, before stabbing the palm of it with the bottle. Yellow screams of pain were silenced almost instantly by the second bottle being broken against their temple knocking them over to Cobalt in a daze before they joined red on the floor. Shards of glass ledge in their face, mixed with blood and condiment.

  Cobalt looked fearful as she looked at Steven, broken bottle in hand. She took a step back before swallowing it down, going for a desperate flurry of punches. 

  "Wild, unorganized, useless . How the hell did I let you get a hit on me?"

  Steven sighedat the thought, dancing through her assault easily, before catching both her wrists and head butting cobalt, breaking her nose. As she groaned, he twisted her arms behind her back holding them against her upper back. He kicked  the knees from under her, making cobalt buckle onto them. Before she could protest, he had the business end of the broken bottle press on her windpipe. He crept down to her ear and spoke in a cold whisper.

  "Here what's gonna happen. You are gonna to leave your friends here, cause you're a coward. Say it."

  Cobalt growled in protest before winching as Steven  gave the bottom of her chin a jagged bloody cut. He didn't say anything as he looked expectantly.

  "I'm a coward."

  "You're not gonna run with these fools anymore, cause you're a coward.."

  "I'm a coward." She teared up as she held her head down, defeat washed over her.

  "You're going to give me the location of your hideout and your brass knuckles. You're then going to walk out of here and out of this lifestyle. Cause…

  "I am a coward." Cobalt cried, heartbroken.

  "And cowards don't belong in the world of mafia. Take your life and blend among the other normal civilians…Coward."

  He let the girl wrist go, before holding out his hand to her. Cobalt almost took it when he spoke.

  "Knuckle dusters and info"

  She sneered as she took off the weapons  and handed them to him. He placed them on his gloved hands trying them out with a few swings, whistling in satisfaction, he turned to the girl on the floor.

  "Info."

  "East ridge Blvd. The old cookie cat factory near the pier...can't miss it."

  He nodded before he did help her to her feet.  He nodded his head towards the door looking at her.

  "Go."

  Cobalt nodded as she walked out, wiping the tears from her crystal blue eyes. She stopped when he heard him clear his throat. She turned to see him looking back at her.

  "Not gonna thank me. For letting you live, unlike these fools."

  Cobalt eyes widened, breath caught in her throat  as the tears ran anew. In her eyes he was a monster...a gentle looking monster.  She grinded her teeth and grabbed the bottom of her coat as she looked down, shame and fear destroying her heart.

  "Thank you, for my life sir!"

  "Hehe. You're welcome..Go.."

  Cobalt walked out of the bar sobbing hatred for the mafia world and herself evident.

  With her gone Steven turned  his attention to Sam, who was quick to grab a pistol as Steven walked around the counter and stalked toward him,  Fist tight, knuckle dusters on and bottle still in hand.

  Sam shakingly held the gun in his hand, scared as hell. "Steven..Come on man...Don't  make me shoot you." 

  Steven didn't say anything as he twirled the broken bottle in his hand, still walking forward, smirking as he did. 

  Sam took a chance and pulled the trigger.

  *click* *click* *click*

  "Forgot to get bullets, deadeye?"

  Sam nearly crumbled in fear as he looked directly into the mafioso eyes. they gleamed like cold artic ice in the sun. He didn't get to plead as the first blow collided with his jaw, blood flying towards the liquor as he stumbled to the left, falling on to the floor. He gazed up and saw Steven looking down rage in his eyes. He spoke to him despite the looseness of his jaw, the filling of blood and the burning sensation in his mouth.

  "Can I asthk refore you do whatsever, shouts shonna do to sme...let me spexplain?." Sam spat our some blood to the side, wiping his mouth.

  Steven smirked, then snorted,  then laughed...The rage in his eyes rising.

  "Really Deadeye?..You openly betray us, betray Connie..and you think you can talk your way out..ok."  Steven crouched over Sam, elbows on his knees, hands still closed into fist. Clicking the top of his mouth with his tongue,Steven stared at the mustachioed man.

  "Speak. Honestly."

  Sam nearly pissed himself at the  cool command, looking at the younger mafia with pure fear, knowing that his life was on the line..or at least his livelihood.

  "Zhose guys..Zhey're new..parz of shome riszing kamily, frim the Motor Zity."

  "You're boring me.." Steven clenched his fist clucking his teeth a few times in annoyance. "Get to the point."

  Sam growled the best he could before speaking.

  "Yous guys kave so manies propkerties in the cifie and so munz influeznce.. brouns to zring aivalies and seing oppozitionz."

  "And you didn't want to get caught in the middle of anything. So what? Were you paying your way to safety?"

  Sam, despite his position laughed; darkly and coolly. "heh..Zou woulz think that, with hos we mezs and all, putz no. I kuts vanted zo pe ooseful...oose ny ztill  as a inro proker. Zomezing, Connie, kuzt Igmored. ..No..She ooses ne as mozhing nore zhan a bamn...BAR MANAGER! Zits enzulting!.”

  “So you betrayed us because of hurt pride, is that what you saying?” Steven threw a quick jab stopping just in time to give his nose a glancing blow. “We gave you a job. .A new lease on your life, and this is what you do!?” 

  "I didn't dezrayed zanione! I zwear! I swas zrying to jet ya'll zome info on them."

  "The money? Why were you giving it to them?"

Sam lips pursed into a thin line as well as they could, swollen as they were. He knew steven well enough...He swallowed some spit and Iron before speaking.

  "Zrugs.  zuns...I swas trying some from zhem.. zee what they got..didn't get much. Zhose suits, just surveillance, small time pushers and muscle. shirst time xoming, but zeen them Around."

  Steven let out a sigh as he rubbed the back of his head...So Sam was playing nice to gather info...Fair enough, not a traitor..hlHe did step out of bounds though. 

  'Broken jaw and strange talking is punishment enough.'

  That being said, he didn't have the heart to tell him the truth. 

  They already were aware of the Motor city family for a while thanks to the host and hostesses. They were the information system here; could charm the dirtiest and most protected secret out of the most stoned face. Just had to liquor them up a bit.

   Though, he didn't expect the Zoot suits, never mentioned in the reports. Probably, a nobody gang they hired to ensure a presence, before sending a real force. Steven stood up with a little pain in his side from the hit earlier. 

  "Gonna call a clean up crew for these four. You get the bar ready for tonight, and get yourself  proper. Wear a mask or something. "

  Sams' eye widened as Steven started to walk away. He was gonna live another and keep his job. He wasn't even gonna tell Connie. The man got to his feet looking as Steven walked past Red, relief  in his damn

  "Zhan yous." 

  Steven growled and turned back towards Sam, a cold glare present. "Do the damn job you're assigned to. Run this bar.  Nothing more, nothing less."

Sam nodded in fear as he lifted up his hands in surrender.

  Steven scoffed as he turned and head out of the bar. As soon as he walked out  and got into his car, a few SUV's pulled up to 'Shangri-la'. 

  A small army of black vest and white shirt (the same as his) walked into the bar and quickly loaded the knocked out zoot suits before pulling off. One of them gave Steven, a nod before heading off, the army leader; Amethyst.

  "Well she knows..Don't know why I would think differently." Steven kissed his teeth and sighed thinking about going back to the office. 

  * Present*

  Steven grimaced as he looked at the blackish and purple bruise to his left side through the mirror, the knuckle duster really digged in. Still he had worse.

  "That's a nasty one, Biscuit."

  Sucking in his breath hurt, but he couldn't  help it. Her voice came out of nowhere. He turned around and saw Connie already getting some comfrey cream and  bandage wrap from the first-aid, a neutral look on her face. She signaled him to raise his arms so she could dress his damage.

  He shivered at the touch of Connie's meticulously callous yet very soft hands  as she rubbed the cream on the bruise.. Being ever so careful to cover every inch. He nearly purred at the heat of her hand. She started wrapping him with care and tenderness she hardly shows. Making sure it wasn't too tight or uncomfortable. When she was done securing that it would stay, she offered him a kind smile and a stroke of his cheek with her right hand; one he allowed himself to nuzzle into, kissing her palm as he did.

  "My Bisky." 

  The velvety tone of voice made him gulp In a bad way...He knew that tone..She killed people using that tone.

  "M-My rein-Ahhgh!!" 

  He groaned in pain as he felt her vice like grip on his bruise. He looked at her face the same smile was there but her eyes were burning in rage.

  "Who the hell told you to damage 'Shangri-la'. Does my bar look like a fight club!? Do I have an arena or a ring somewhere that I don't know about?"

  Steven grimaced as he clenched his fist to withstand the pain.  "Ugh I'm sorry! Sorry please let go-ho-ho!"

  Connie sighed as she released her hold on him feeling a bit bad about what she did. She rubbed the back of her head as she got his shirt, vest and tie. She stood behind him as she placed the shirt over his lightly tan body,having him slip his arms through the sleeves, tapping his shoulder to have him face her so she could button him up.

  “So you went and talked to Sam yourself, huh?” Connie teased.as she buttoned him from the bottom up.

  “As if you weren’t aware, were you watching the whole time?”

  “I alway have an eye on what’s mine.” Connie gave a small smirk as she looked him in the eye, black meeting brown. She buttoned the second to last button before flipping up his collar and getting the tie, earning a disapproving groan from Steven. 

  ”Shut it...So? What'd you think?”  Connie threw the tie over his shoulders before bringing it to against the collar, starting to Windsor tie it. 

  Steven shrugged exhaling In annoyance “Think I should have hit Sam one more time…As for our visitors."Steven smirked darkly as he slipped his hands into his ladies back pockets, giving her a squeeze. "Maybe we should give them a welcoming party...We got their location after all...The old Cookie cat factory near the pier."

  "Isn't that sweet?" Connie chuckled before pulling him closer to her by his tie, the same smirk on her face. "Can't wait til I finish?"

  "Hey, you grabbed me first, on my side..my bruised side."  He gripped her bit harder, kneading her bottom, making her shiver a bit." Just returning the favor… Eye for an eye and all that jazz."

  "You messed up my bar, Big baby."

  "Your baby."

  She rolled her eyes as they shared a kiss. Her eyelids dropped shut as she allowed him to melt her, hands stroking his cheeks and pulling him even closer as tongues twisted around each other. Breaking the kiss only to reunite as she made him guide her to the table in the center of the room.  Letting out a little giggle as he sat her on the table and stood between her legs palms on her thighs, rubbing them and evoking snarl from the woman.

  "YoHo..I know that sound."  Steven teased as his kisses moves trailed from her lips to her neck becoming nibbles along the way, making his her moan as he unbuttoned  the first two buttons of her shirt to sink his teeth into her collarbone sucking and licking into her brown skin.

  "So I'd this part of ...ah…. Damn...Of your apology for..Hmm UUMMMM.." Connie couldn't  finish, losing herself to the his mouth stroking of his thumb on her inner thighs. Which was why she was thankful when the phone rang..Bringing her back k to a more clear mind. Reluctantly, she moved from him to check the phone.. It was Sam..

  "No..Not yet." She scoffed as let the phone ring out. With a sigh she fixed her shirt., smiling as Steven held her from behind..and feeling his...Charisma...on her ass. She nearly was put to trance again  when he started with the kisses again.

  "Hey.. Later ok..At your place." She turned giving him a tender kiss and little suck upon his bottom lip. "For now...We got to get a team ready."

  Steven smired at the tone of voice and sneer  on her face. Dark and elegant. Civil and criminal. What he expected from his queen. He nodded  as she got his vest and placed it on him. Gripping it by the sides she pulled him in for one more kiss, catching him pleasantly off guard with a  sweet "Chu", she broke the kiss, sniggering at his love struck stare.

  "That was for doing a good job. Now go fix your hair, while I gather some others for the welcoming..and farewell party." With a sinister yet sweet smile,  Connie took out her cell and dialed the first person on her list, walking out as she did.

  He watched her go, paying attention to the sway of her hips until the door closed. He smirked as he turned his attention to his hair. Fishing a comb out of his back of his pocket and running through his hair, back and fro until it returned to its normally slick do.

"Alright. Spinel, Lars, Amethyst and Garnet are on their way there." Connie announced as she walked in wearing the coat of her three-piece suit, completing her outfit.

  Steven whistled before shaking his head, with a smile.  "Called the extermination squad, huh? Well, that's what they get for trying to make moves in secret."

  "No..If they just try to be snakes we would've  just rough them up, but they try to pull shit in bar; even worse they bruised your side and blacked your eye." Determination and slight sadism in her voice as she slipped on some black mid-finger gloves. "Now, now we gotta make an example out of them...You about ready?"  

  Steven nodded before following behind the shorter woman, who was just about withering  in pleasure a few moments ago; now wore a devil's smile on her beautiful features and a grave glint in her eyes. While Steven didn't mind it, he did prefer  her to be a bit brighter.

  "Hold on, Mi Reina."

  Connie stopped for a moment turning back to him only to have him steal one last tender kiss from her. She squeezed his hand to keep from moaning.  He broke it, taking a look at her now gentler smile and now burning eyes. 

  "nāṉ uṉṉai kātalikkiṟēṉ...Damn punk." 

  "Love you too, Reina."

  The two shared a small smile before stepping out into the world they are accustomed to. Ready to once again do whatever needed to obtain wealth power, and prestige. To do whatever  needed to protect what was theirs. A world of criminals, violence, civility, elegance, and family. A world of Mafia.

[milasartblog]

Brothers

It was another calm day in Heaven realm, most of angels were doing their stuff while some had a nice relaxation day. And on one of such days our archangel Michael decided to make a "brothers' meeting" in an angel park. It was a very long time since they have done something like this, but unfortunately.....only three brothers will join.

Gabriel: Are you sure that it's a good time to do this, Michael? God can send me to guard gates in any minute. Plus, Raphael can be pretty busy as well.

Michael: I know, but...It's been a long time since we spent time together. Even if it's for couple of minutes.

Gabriel: True, but you realise that it's not the same as before, right?

Michael:....Yeah, i know. And yet, i still wanted to do it.

Gabriel: *sighs* You're stubborn when it comes to such things, like-

???: Why such upset faces?

Michael and Gabriel turned around towards the voice and saw their brother Raphael.

Raphael: Hey, Michael and Gabriel. Long time no see.

He waved to them as came closer. Michael smiled happily as opened arms for hug.

Michael: Raphy! Long time no see!

Gabriel: Oh hi, Raphael. It's been long time since we last see each othe-

He couldn't finish the sentence as Raphael hugged both of them tightly and happily.

Raphael: You're still the same as i remember. So glad to see you again, brothers.

Gabriel: R-Raphael. You will. Break. My back!

Michael: It's good to see you too, Raphy.

Raphael stopped hugging them as looked at Michael, messing a bit his hair while Gabriel rubbed his back from such hug.

Raphael: And you're still having that fluffy hair, Miky.

Michael: Hehe, can't help myself, i like such hairstyle. How are you, Raphy?

Raphael: Doing great, me and my wife are expecting our other baby.

Michael: Really? That's so great to hear!

Gabriel: Girl or boy?

Raphael: Little precious girl. Arthur is so excited that he will have little sister. However we still didn't pick a name for her, so maybe will ask for advice when time comes.

Michael: I can advice Nataly or Aisha. Or maybe even Selina, or-

Gabriel: Michael, we know how you're great at this, but let's leave it for later.

Michael: Oh, yeah, sorry. Got carried myself away.

Raphael and Michael laughed.

Raphael: Seems like you're as excited as my son. You didn't change at all, i'm glad.

Michael: And how is your work as a trainer of soldiers?

Raphael: I try to pay more attention to my family, however when it's neccessary i will do my best to help angel soldiers. And how is life going for you?

Gabriel: Well, mine is always the same: guarding gates. Thankfuly Michael can sometimes find task for me, even if it's about demons.

Raphael: I see. Speaking about demons, how is Lucifer?

Gabriel: Doing his casual demon stuff and causing a lot of trouble, nothing more.

Gabriel crossed his arms with a bit irritated look.

Michael: Gabi, don't say like this! He still does good stuff too.

Gabriel: Of course, I can imagine such picture: Ruler of Hell helps homeless children in human world.

Raphael: Gabriel, don't be so harsh to Lucifer. He is still our brother after all, despite.....his rebellion against our Father.

Gabriel: How can i be not so harsh if he literary left us for the sake of power?? Brothers don't do such things!

An awkward silence covered brothers. Michael wasn't sure what to say, as what Gabriel said was partialy true. And yet deep inside he refused to believe it. Gabriel kept crossing his arms. Raphael sighed deeply as patted brother's shoulders.

Raphael: Hey, we haven't seen each other for a long time and yet our meeting started not so well. Cheer up, i'm sure that what happened to Lucifer that day was just his sudden burst of his ego. How about we make meeting in another place, more calm, when we don't have tasks to do.

Gabriel: I think it's good idea. I still need to get back to work as my shift comes soon.

Michael: And i need to come back to my archangel stuff. Shall we organize it at the garden?

Raphael: How about at my house? My wife will be so glad to see you two again and Arthur will be so happy to play with you again, Michael.

Gabriel: Won't she be against it? It's your family after all.

Raphael: And you're my brothers. Don't worry, she doesn't mind good company.

Raphael smiled as gave a thumb up to brothers. Michael smiled to him while Gabriel hesitated at first, but smiled back.

Gabriel: Well, then we will let each other know when we're free, okay? I gotta go now. See you all later.

Raphael: Okay, see you later, Gabriel.

Michael: See you, Gabi!

They waved to Gabriel, who flew back to his guard post as Michael was about to go too, but Raphael stopped him.

Raphael: Michael, wait.

Michael: Huh? What is it, Raphy?

Raphael: I know what Gabriel said was.......painful, but please don't be angry at him. He has the same sharp feeling as you and me. And yet, i also don't believe that Lucifer would just leave us like this for the sake of power. Even if i didn't hear anything from him for years, i still try to believe that he didn't forget about us.

Michael looked down with sadness as sighed.

Michael: I'm not mad at Gabi, it's just....it's painful that he now thinks about him as an enemy. No matter what good things Lucifer do, he will not change his mind. Yes, it's true, he does some demon stuff too, like pranks or so. But.....he has never done any harm to humans.

Raphael: Really?

Michael nodded as Raphael rubbed his head.

Raphael: I think i missed everything since the wedding day. Still, don't give up on your believe, Miky. I'm sure that Gabriel will change his mind one day. I believe in it.

He smiled as gave reasured pat on Michael's shoulder. Michael looked at Raphael and smiled.

Michael: Thank you, Raphy. You always find right words.

Raphael: Nah, you're better at this. Well, i better go now too. Can't make my wife worry too much.

Michael: Right. I will tell when we're free. Say hi to your wife and son from me!

Raphael: Of course!

And with smile they waved goodbye to each other and returned to their places.

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And that's another story for the universe^^ I felt like to present the fourth brother Raphael to our universe, and made a design for him^^ The hairstyle was inspired from Full Metal Alchemist, character Maes Hughes. And about halo, well....i was out of ideas for uniqueness ^^" And yet hope you will like him^^

Raphael and Michael belong to @wildstarfan and @milasartblog (both me)

Gabriel belongs to @jenny626 and @jenniesart

Okaria et Feria belongs to @wildstarfan @jenny626 and @captainthane

[mars-the-4th-planet]

Lapidot returns coastline to Bolivia by accident. (Part One) (This is for my nerd homie it makes sense when in context with her)

It was a crisp saturday morning on the side of earth that Lapis Lazuli (ranked the most beautiful gem on earth according to an anonymous poll) feeling blue as a shoe.

"Everyday I'm Lapis..." She said, casually flipping through channels like she actually wanted to see what was on. She didn't really. "And I don't want to be. Why was I meant to be the sadden gem who feels tired and glum all the time?"

"Lazuliiiiii!" A crunchy voice came from below.

"Hello Peridot..." Why can't I be like peridot, brave and fierce and cute and sweet and fun all at once? Lapis thought.

"Lazuli are you up there moping in the second barn I rebuilt? It's not your new glum puddle."

"Peridot I want to watch TV right now. I don't want to go on any missions."

"No you don't, and besides I am just here to ask you if you wanna hang out you silly clod!"

Lapis Lazuli smiled and blushed.

"I mean...hehe...sorry you're not a clod lazuli can you please come down? I miss having fun with you!"

"I thought you said I got on your nerves peridot~" Lapis said, bemused.

"Lazuli nooo I just uh... oh just come down already!"

Lapis slurked down the barn still tired and depressed.

Peridot noticed this and said "Stay here, I'll go get Spinel. She cheers everyone up! Except when she is trying to kill us but...well, she probably won't do that anymore! Ehehehe."

Peridot scampered off, returning soon later with a floppy, rather limp spinel. "Lazuli um... I need your help..."

"Nnngh..." groaned Spinel in clear discomfort.

"What's wrong? What happened to you Spinel?"

"Ugh.. I got hurt in a team fortress match... cracked my gem..."

"But Spinel, that game is way too violent for you!"

Her hair dropped sadly out of shame. "I know...I'm sorry Lapis, I found that out the hard way."

"How did you even get hurt playing a computer game?" Peridot asked.

"Computer...?"

Peridot gasped. "You didnt play it in real life did you?!"

"Mhmm... I did... Owww. A robot sniper had aimbot and he got a gemshot me!"

"Spinel, you should know better than to play that in real life. Come on." Lapis Lazuli grabbed Spinel and carried her over her shoulder back to the barn. "We need to call Steven and Pearl, they will know what to do."

Peridot followed behind Lapis into the barn, enjoying the view.

Spinel groaned in pain and said "Hey Lapis! Peridot is staring at your-" "NO I AM NOT, I AM NOT STARING AT ANYTHING, STOP TRYING TO GET ME IN TROUBLE SPINEL."

Lapis Lazuli ignored them and set Spinel on a bale of hay. She picked up the telephone off the receiver and dialed Steven's number on the number wheel.

"Pfft, lazuli, that phone is so old fashioned!" Peridot giggled. "When I first came to earth we didnt have those! What are you talking about Peridot?" Spinel said.

"Spinel you first got here thousands of years ago!"

"Hehehehe."

"Shush." Lazuli said. "This is most distressing and serious. Now, let me talk to Steven."

Stevens voice came through. "Believe it or not, Steven isnt at home, where could I be🎶" Said the automated message.

"Huh. I guess him and Pearl left?"

"Hhhhhhh Lapis! My gem hurts!" Spinel complained.

"Yes, I know Spinel. We will get you patched up. Let's call a geologist."

She flipped through the yellow pages of a phone book, remarking how old it was by how long it must have sat there for the pages to get so yellow.

After a quick call and scheduling an appointment for later that day (geologists aren't known for exactly being booked) they headed out.

"It says we have to go to Delaware." Lapis Lazuli said. She was smiling, enjoying having something do do.

"Deleware-?! But Lazuli! We cant go to Delaware!" Peridot pointed out.

Lapis giggled. "Not the state, Peridot. The old mining town just north of here. Confusing name, I know. Let's go!"

Lapis ran up the hillside, humming to herself. Peridot, carrying the now woozy Spinel, followed. "Hey wait up Lazuli! I cant go as fast when carrying spinel! My legs are too short.

Lapis turned around and grinned. "Don't worry Peridot! I got you!"

A wave swirled up from the ocean, picked up Peridot and Spinel, and carried them straight up the hill like they were nothing. "W-Woah!!" shouted Peridot. "Wheee!" added Spinel.

While the other two tumbled along through the water, when it reached the top Lapis jumped atop the wave and surfed it on her feet. "H-Hey! Lapis Lazuli-" Spinel tried to warn her that the sniper grounds were up north but Lapis did not hear her over the rushing water that kept cutting spinel off.

Some time later the wave crashed to a halt and Lapis Lazuli was holding the two smaller gems in her arms. "Now, how was that for a ride?" She asked calmly.

"Ehehehehe that was great Lazuli~" Peridot giggled, all blushy from being held by her crush.

"Guys.. Um... This is where I got hurt." Spinel muttered, putting her two index fingers together.

"What, this old train yard? With the train cars stacked up and the construction materials and equipment all over the place?" Lapis asked. "You fought a sniper with aimbot here?"

Spinel nodded nervously.

Something creaked in the distance, the sound echoing off the metal walls of the train cars.

"Spinel, what made you think anything about fighting here was safe? Why were you even here?"

Spinel bit her lower lip. "I... I just wanted to play..."

"Awe." Peridot said softly.

Lapis patted Spinel on the head. "Don't worry Spinel, we are almost there. The hatch leading down to Delaware should be around here somewhere."

"Did somebody say they want to challenge me?" A robotic voice called out. A sniper appeared over the top of one of the traincar stacks. He was t-posing to assert his dominance.

"Ah, Spinel! Back for round two against the Greatest, most Skillful robot sniper in the world?"

Spinel glared at him. "You aren't great at all! You have no skill, you use aimbot!" She yelled up at him.

"Of course I do! I am A ROBOT! AHAHAHAHA!" The sniper bot laughed in his rattly electronic tone. Suddenly, a blob of water engulfed him from behind and knocked him off the stack and sent him crashing to the ground. It would have knocked the wind out of him and broken his bones, if he had lungs or bones. The water hit the ground with a great splash that soaked the gems.

"There. Machines hate water." Lapis Lazuli said, in a satisfactory tone.

"Fool." He beeped in response. "I am covered in a water-repellent gloss! I am a waterproof bot! Did you really think it would never occur to me that someone may try to use a robot's weaknesses against me?!"

Lapis sighed and put the other two behind her. "Stay back girls. I will protect you from this.... Thing."

"Thing?! Oh that does it. Prepare to die!" The sniper raised his rifle, and aimed with perfect precision on her gem. He pulled the trigger but nothing happened.

"Did YOU really thing that your gunpowder weapon would work after getting soaked? Ah ha ha ha ha ha!" Lazuli said, mocking his previous words and rattly robot laughter. Spinel and Peridot also giggled behind her.

To be continued...

[cutegirlmayra]

Oh yaaaay prompts are open! Awesome. Okay here's a prompt: Modern sonamy, Mighty has come back after being gone for so long but not just for a friendly reunion. He's actually there to win Amy's love because now he thinks he has a chance. How Sonic responds is up to you but if you can make it fluffy with a sweet ending that'd be great. Thank you so much! Love your writing.

Yes! they are back! Hehe~ And you’re lucky number NOW!

MightyxAmy is actually something I’ve thought of o-o; here’s why-

Prompt:

“I’m soooo glad you’ve decided to stick around and not go off the face of the planet for forever and never tell me anything ever again until I finally found you this time, Mighty!!!” Excited but also throwing a bit of shade in his fast-talking joy, Ray flew up and down in a pleasant glide as Mighty lowered his head in a bit of embarrassment.

“It... was really that bad for you, huh?” He did feel a bit guilty, but it was his way to just disappear into nature and... figuratively, become one living in it.

Ray just happily swooshed down and landed in a beautiful pose as he didn’t just stick the landing, he STRUCK it.

“Very nice.” Mighty had a bead of awkward sweat drop slightly from the side of his face, though subtle and hidden as Ray turned around and bowed, then laughed at his own whimsy.

“It’s been so long! I was worried I may never see you or Sonic again. Though, lately, Sonic’s easier to spot than ever before now! I mean, just look for his friends and he’ll be around there somewhere!” Ray joked, but he wasn’t quite off the mark.

In the past, Sonic was elusive, he was much more social than now than ever before!

“You have a point there...” Speaking of his friends...

Mighty had a weakness, something he didn’t want to admit but looking over at Sonic’s friends...

It had been years since he’d seen Sonic. Last time, he was stopping Eggman and his robotic menace, Metal Sonic, who were bent on stealing the Chaos Emeralds and even the Master Emerald from under Knuckles’s diligent nose.

At least, that’s how Mighty perceived Knuckles, with a level of respect for him being a type of ‘forest guardian’ in his mind.

“Will Eggman ever get over his mania for power and greed?” He tsk’d, before seeing the pink image of delicate grace but extraordinary power bounce into his sights and head over to her friends, lovingly holding up flowers as little flickies of all different species were helping her carry some fruit and flowers over to them as well.

“They wanted to say thank you! Isn’t this so sweet?” she chimed, and her voice caught him as he melted at the sight of a girl...

Yes, there was a weakness... but it was specific...

“What’s wrong?” Ray walked over to him, seeing his distracted expression and a hint of sorrow in it as well. “You look like you’re wracked over something...”

Mighty flinched, he was so used to being alone with his thoughts, he hadn’t really practiced talking about his thoughts outloud.

Though... the temptation to tell someone was too great to bare...

“Don’t say, ‘it’s nothing’ cause it clearly is-OFPH!” Ray’s mouth was quickly quieted as Mighty smushed his two, massive and gloved hands over his head and mouth, looking around.

As Ray struggled, he moved him back and let him go, making sure Ray’s remarks were far out of earshot.

“Pah, pah! Your gloves smell like old, rotten berries! Pah!”

“I’m on a diet.” Mighty looked a bit ashamed, but he wanted to talk about it... just... not really talk about it. “I can’t go over there, Ray.” He folded his arms, looking away with a small shade of similar pink to that other Hedgehog’s color... resting upon his cheeks. “I... I haven’t really been around-...” He bit his tongue, not wanting to confess it.

“What? Others?” Ray tilted his head cutely, “You know, it’s not like we’re all master socializers here.” He laughed, “I haven’t really seen Sonic and his other friends either! It’s been years!”

Sonic was actually organizing a gathering, he wanted to announce something like a new game where everyone could compete and have fun in.

Mighty and Ray were reached out to after a lot of effort, but Mighty just sighed. “It’s not just that... those my dissociating from people and living in nature has a lot to do with it...” Mighty knew he was guilty of that, but that was just his way. Nature was his calling, and he couldn’t survive in a modern world.

Even microwaves... just thinking of a robot cooking your food for you was a little ‘wrong’ in Mighty’s mind and heart.

“I’m not good around... strong women...” He ducked his head so far down that you could have sworn he was falling under Narcolepsy.

Ray blinked his eyes, innocently.

Then a knowing and an almost hidden, sly demeanor crossed his face as he put his hands behind his back and smiled, “Just strong women?” He teased, but his tone made it sound so sweetly innocent and sincere.

Mighty blushed and turned away, but as he did so, he saw Rouge pierce her spinning kick and break a boulder.

He turned away, shaking his head before seeing Blaze also training, bursting fire out from around her and melting the pieces of the rock Rouge had sent flying.

All the while, Ray watched Mighty and the actions he was seeing, smiling...

“It’s bad.” Mighty covered his eyes, “I can’t help it. I guess I’ve always seen women as kind of... small?” He didn’t know how to describe it. “So when I see that they’re strength could even rival my own...”

“Well, you are really strong!” Ray’s bubbly personality had him hop up a little closer to Mighty, “And it makes sense, since you aren’t really around women very much in the forest. Unless... You’re secretly into nymphs...”

Cheekily, Ray covered his bashful face and snickered up at Mighty, who held back bonking him on the head and turned away.

“Quit it! Those don’t exist!”

“Ohh... but you wish.”

“I do not!” Mighty swung around, clearly growing upset but more so embarrassed at his flaw. “I just... I don’t know what to do. It gets really bad around-” He stopped when Amy Rose stepped up to the girls, giving them a thumbs up with her hammer swung around her shoulders like a baseball bat.

She readied her swing as Cream rose up and hit a ball towards her. She must have been preparing for one of Sonic’s prepared Friend Games, and practically exploded the ball on impact.

“Aw man!” Amy cutely tapped her head, “Not another one...” she slumped a little and let her hammer fall serenely to her side, as though just as depressed as she was. “Hey, Sonic!” she called, waving her hands to get his attention, then placing it on her cheek. “You’ll need to get stronger balls to throw! These couldn’t even withstand Cheese’s punches!”

Cheese, flying beside Cream, buffed up his chest and sucked in some air. Looking fierce.

“Oh? You got it, Amy!” Sonic shrugged back to Tails, “That new compacted ball was tightly strung together, now what, Tails?”

“Not another one...” Tails seemed to have failed once again in inventing the equipment necessary to actually have the Friend Games work out for everyone’s differing power levels.

Mighty scooted back slightly, growing shy.

Ray saw his hands move a little together and then looked beamingly up towards Mighty, “Ah! You like the strongest of the strong, huh?”

Mighty shook his head, “She’s Sonic’s girl, isn’t she?” He turned away, not liking referring to someone as someone else’s... it sounded like slavery to him. “I mean, she’s with someone... and that’s wrong.” he shook his head, “So... I’m not.”

“But you way are though.” Ray bounced his eyebrows and then held up a finger, “Ah, ah, ah! No butts! I’m teaching you how to talk to a girl, and move passed your fears!” He flew up towards Cream in the air, rubbing the back of his head humbly as he introduced himself.

However, as they perched on a limp from a nearby tree, Charmy began to twitch in angry and flew over, challenging Ray to a contest.

“...Um, okay.” Mighty took the wrong idea from that interaction and slowly began to approach Amy. “H-hello, I’m Mighty... I’m, uh... What am I again? Oh, an armadillo... do you like Armadillos? N-n-not like a food, but like as an individual.” he stopped himself and slapped a hand up to the front of his face. “This is stupid! I’m going home!” he was about to turn around when Amy crashed through a set of boulders, training her strength for Tails’s experiment on crafting a new ball to play with, but looked strangely torn at how he was going to do such a fleat.

As he panicked, Amy turned to look at Mighty, who didn’t realize he had walked right in front of the next boulder.

“Oh, hello!” she swung her hammer away from him and cutely curtsied, “I’m Amy! Amy Rose!”

He mumbled something incoherent and she tilted her head, moving closer up to his face. “I-I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” She got so close that he almost felt his whole body shutting down in the close proximity.

“I-I-I like your hammer.” he stepped back, his whole face stuck on horror with the red of his emotions. His body trembled and he held himself a minute, not sure if that was the right thing to say or if that creeped her out.

“Oh, wow! Thank you so much!”

His eyes widened a little and he relaxed, turning around again to see her face light up at his compliment.

“You know, not a lot of people say that. I like you too!” she waved and moved back to Tails.

“...She...” A huge misunderstanding was forming. “Likes me?”

Ray flew back, “Well, I think that bee guy is chasing the wrong flower, but she’s a pretty cute flower, to say the least.” Ray seemed to be letting it go, not meaning anything by talking with Cream, but also seemed to have won the challenge as Cream was trying to comfort a crying Charmy. “Nothing too charming about that and jealousy.” Being a bit wiser than his looks, Ray seemed to have a good grasp on people.

“Mighty?”

When he saw his friend completely frozen in a moment of hope, he didn’t know how to read this one, but knew he missed something important.

He looked behind him for some clues, and seeing Amy speaking with Tails, he positively flew up in a burst of joy. “Yipee! You spoke with her! Conquered your social awkwardness! How was it? How do you feel?” he turned left... then right... trying to get a read on Mighty’s expression.

Mighty gripped his heart, “...I think... I’m gonna talk to her again.” He looked more motivated than ever, and crushed his fist together, looking stoked. “I think I might have a shot!”

“A...Wait, what?” Ray’s unique ability to connect with others suddenly lost it’s touch... he was totally confused as Mighty rushed back behind him and politely tapped her shoulder, making her turn in another wave of surprise.

“Oh, hello again.” her personality sparkled through his lonely sunrise...

“I’d like to like you too!” he boldly stated, and she didn’t know how to interpret that, other than giggle into her hand and continue her competitive streak.

“Alright! They say that bonds grow on the battlefield! Let’s fight our best out there! I’m glad to have made a friend of Sonic’s!” she put her bundled hands up in a very girlish behavior, one he wasn’t used too, but thought she was accepting him.

“R-right!” he almost wanted to mimic her in hopes of pleasing her in the conversation, but resisted it as it felt awkward to even think about doing.

She waved again and her and Tails took off.

He puffed some determined air out of his nostrils, “Ray! What’s the first game!?” he charged over to him, ready to train and have more interactions with her.

However, while trying his best to impressive, stick with, and battle alongside Amy, he couldn’t help but notice her fondness for Sonic...

‘What am I doing wrong?’ he wondered, and tried to mimic what the other dudes were doing for the ladies.

He lifted a boulder and threw it at a staged robot for a game that required you to bulldoze your way through an obstacle course, and reached out for Amy.

She wasn’t in need of it though, and just shook it, smiling politely.

When he saw Silver do it for Blaze... she took it and got helped up from the powerful blast in the last challenge race...

He used his strength to grip a bridge into place, but saw Sonic scoop Amy up and sped through the now stabilized bridge he was holding up...

Losing some faith, he dropped the bridge once they were safely across... and lost the challenge.

Later, Ray come up to him. “Hmm, you sure you heard her right?” After getting the whole story from him. “You know... maybe... she was complimented you back from your compliment to her.” he tried to explain, “Like, when you crush a boulder with one fist and I say, ‘nice job!’ and you go, ‘You too!’.” he acted out the scenario, but Mighty looked like the crushed boulder he was pretending to punch.

“...Oh.” he lowered his head, seeing his friend really saddened by this.

Suddenly, as Ray went to maybe reach for Mighty but pulled it back to hold his own arm instead in defeat, Sonic sped through the two and turned back, calling out. “Hey, you two! We’ve got a problem! Amy’s missing!”

Mighty rose up from his pity and nodded instinctively.

The two took off with Sonic and found that Amy had been lost in one of Eggman’s sabotages, and Mighty just so happened to be the first one to dig her out of the landslide.

Helping her up, she held onto him and he felt what Sonic must feel when he carries her, and continued to try and get her to safety.

Using his nature skills, he found her natural ointments for her scrapes and scratches, food that she was safe for her to eat, and even how to follow the water tracks back to civilization... or something like that, Amy didn’t really follow everything but was deeply impressed by him.

She did compliment him a lot though... so maybe?

“Miss Rose...” He began, but she quickly cut him off.

“Amy! No need for any of that, I’m not an old lady, silly!” she teased, fanning her hand out to shush him on trying to be so formal. “We’re friends now! No need for that.”

“O-oh... How’d you get so strong?”

“I wanted to be beside Sonic... always.” her stance changed as she dreamily looked off into the distance, trekking through the other side of the mountain since Amy was trapped on a now covered trail that Eggman had rigged. They had to move around the mountain to be safe, but were triggering traps along the way.

He felt his shoulders rest down at her mention of Sonic, and the way her entire being seemed to fall and rest in a gentle way at mentioning him.

“Uh-huh.” He looked away, “You like him... don’t you?”

“Emm... is it obvious?” She cutely teased, covering her face and swaying her body back and forth, “For the most part, I like everyone, but especially my Sonic!” she swooned, placing her hands cutely on the side of her cheek.

“Well, it’s good to know.”

Mighty and Amy looked amazed to see Sonic coming up behind them, holding some wires in his hands as he seemed to have cleared the upcoming trek before finding them.

He winked to them, “Miss me?”

“Sonic!” she excitedly dashed towards him, her arms outstretched wide as she embraced him and tried to peck his whole face with kisses, but he just kept pulling away, leaning his head back.

“Easy, Amy! Easy! You’ll spook out Mighty!” Sonic smiled but in a embarrassed and awkward way, knowing Mighty wasn’t used to Amy’s typical behavior.

But as Mighty watched them, he felt a kind of peace wash over him.

‘Ah, so that’s how a woman shows she likes a man.’ he smiled kindly to the two, then sighed and put his hands to his hips, accepting his defeat. ‘I guess I’ll have to find a girl willing to like me that much too...’

“Mighty?”

Turning back, he realized he had spaced out in his own thoughts again, excluding the world around him as he had to be social again, and waved his hands out to them as he tried to explain himself. “Ah! N-nothing! W-we should get Amy back safely though!”

“Aw, I’m a lot stronger than that, right!?” She summoned her hammer, moving away from Sonic and then presenting Mighty with a fist to hit.

She smiled bold and brave... and he admired that in her.

He realized his feelings were from a lack of experience, and that this was the most ‘liking’ Amy would ever let him receive, and was just glad he got to learn more about her.

“Yeah, you are strong.” he returned the fist bump, and let it linger there a moment as his eyes widened a second. “You... You didn’t get pushed back.”

Amy’s eyelid twitched as she was forcing her eyes closed, her feet were in a stance to withstand the light... but heavily powerful force that came from his fist touching hers.

“Uh-huh.” She spoke through the pain, but was immediately impressed by her able to withstand his power, and felt his heart race at her strength again.

“I gotta go!” he took off, letting Sonic take care of the rest as he secretly delighted in the fact that there existed a woman out there who wouldn’t get flung back by his fist-pump...

(Mighty is a tree-hippie in my mind lolol And I hope you’re okay with me stressing Mighty more than Sonamy in this prompt... I couldn’t help myself XD but Sonamy is still there!)

[thefuriouswolf]

Relief. Bumbleby Fanfic

Sooo hi. This is a bumbleby fanfiction. Not my first, my second actually, at least the second I’ve posted, many drafts I haven’t posted.. Ahem.. Getting off topic. 

This will be the first one I post here anyway. I have also put this on my Fanfiction account if you wanna go check it out there and maybe leave a review or send me an PM. First time I’ve linked something… Anyway! First one published here, might continue publishing a few one shots here as well. 

Feel free to request something, my ask box should be open.. I’ve actually never closed it hehe.. Be it bumbleby, Whiterose (they’re my otps) But I can also try doing ships like Freezerburn, Ladybug, Checkmate or Monochrome as some like to call it. And yes.. I could try doing.. Enabler.. I mean I don’t particulary ship it but hey I’m not judging. Would be quite the hypocrite if I did I mean hello, elsanna anyone?

Anyway I just wanna say enjoy. Hopefully you will enjoy it. Maybe. Oh and warning Yuri up ahead. You know, lesbians and stuffs.

Blake didn’t know where she was. She had no idea how she got there but what she did know, or rather what she felt, is that it wasn’t a good place. She needed to get away however she didn’t know why. But first she needed to find Yang. She had no idea how she knew Yang was here with her but she just knew the brawler had to be here somewhere.

“Yang! Yang where are you!?” She shouted, looking almost frantically for her partner. Then her cat ears caught something. A voice, responding to her calls. She began running in the direction, quickly starting to see yellow in the distance. “Yang!” The blond grinned and waved at her.

“Blake! There you are!” But as Yang came closer, Blake cast her eyes to her right arm. That’s right, Yang’s right arm was gone, replaced by a robotic prosthetic. They’d reunited, it beginning with Yang punching her through her parent’s house then unloading months worth of anger. Though not the kind of anger Blake had expected. It had been anger over her leaving and betraying her trust and love. She’d been made to realize her leaving had caused a deeper wound than the one Adam had inflicted on her. But wait, was that what happened? Why did it feel like this was the first time she’d seen Yang for months?

“Yang! What are you doing here?!” Was the first thing she found herself saying.

“What are you talking about? You were the one who left this note saying to meet you here.”

“What?” Blake didn’t remember writing any note. “I never-”

“Yeah, good job Blake.” Suddenly from the shadows came Adam. “Now we can finally be rid of this human. And you can really be mine.” He came towards her. She wanted to move to Yang, protect her, do something. However her body wasn’t responding. She was stuck in place and didn’t move away when Adam draped an arm around her shoulders.

“Blake?” Yang’s face dropped, her eyes looking unbelieving at Blake. No! Yang I would never do this! She wanted to shout but her voice betrayed her. Instead she drew Gambol Shroud and pointed it to Yang. Adam also had his sword at the ready. Yang activated Ember Celica however her stance was unsteady, looking at the faunus girl with hurt and uncertain eyes. “Blake why?! There’s got to be a reason for this right? Blake!” Adam laughed.

“Of course there’s a reason. She wants to be rid of you. You’re a human. You could never really understand her. She knew you could never truly love her. That’s why she came to me and came back to the White Fang.”

“Blake is that true!?” Blake wanted to shake her head, shout in protest but it was like her body was being controlled by someone else then herself. Instead she shot towards the blond, the bullet missing her by a hair. The violet eyes went wide in shock and she reached up to touch where the bullet had just missed her. “Blake..” Then her body rushed forward, blades connecting with Yang’s right metallic arm. “Blake! I’m not going to fight you!” Yang jumped back, her eyes filling with tears. “Blake listen to me! I love you! I really love you, you mean the world to me so please stop!” I love you too Yang! Blake screamed on the inside but it never left her mouth. She continued to hit and shoot at Yang, the blond just dodging but never attacking her back. “Please Blake!” The violet eyes were fixated on her, so much so that she didn’t notice Adam coming up behind her. Yang! Behind you! Not again! Yang! Her hand actually reached out for the brawler but she wasn’t fast enough.

“Yang!” She finally shouted just as Adam drew his sword. Yang’s eyes widened and she looked down, a bloody blade sticking out of her stomach. She looked up at the faunus her eyes growing empty. Adam pulled out the sword and Yang stumbled forward, reaching for Blake but collapsing on the ground in front of her. Blake finally got control of her body and she dropped her weapon and kneeled by the blond. She rolled her over and held her in her arms. “Yang! Yang please look at me!” She cried, cupping Yang’s cheek in her hand to make her face her. The violet eyes opened with great effort.

“B-Blake?” Her voice was laced with pain and confusion.

“I-I’m here Yang. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t in control-I.. Yang please believe me I never meant to hurt you! I’m so sorry!” Yang forced a smile and reached up her left hand to touch Blake’s face. She could barely hold her hand there though so Blake helped, grabbing the hand and pressing it to her face.

“T-There’s my kitten..” Blake continued to cry, holding onto Yang’s hand tightly. She threw a glance at the wound. It was quickly draining Yang’s body of it’s blood. She knew even if she tried to stop it there was no way she’d get Yang the help she needed in time. “B-Blake..” She immediately turned her attention back to her partner’s face. “Blake.. I love you.. You know that right?”

“O-Of course I do! I love you too! I would never betray you! Please Yang I-” But the blond shook her head and moved her hand so it held the back of her neck. She then made her lean down so their lips met. Blake sobbed but pressed down, grabbing Yang’s hand to remove it from her neck only to press it to her chest. Her other hand was at the back of Yang’s head, making sure their lips remained locked. Though Yang managed to separate them, lips inches apart as she spoke shakily.

“I-I love you Blake.. Never forget kay?” Blake shook her head and clenched Yang’s hand tighter.

“Yang no you can’t! I can’t be separated from you again! Please!” But the blond could only force a grin and violet eyes could only look at her with strained reassurance.

“I-It’s okay Blake.. Just.. Don’t forget.. I.. Lo.. y..” Her voice disappeared and eyes closed, hand going limp and her head lulled to the side.

“Yang? Yang!? YANG!” She could only scream, tears flowing down her cheeks as her only sunshine disappeared from view.

“Why are you crying Blake?” Adam’s mocking voice came to her and she flinched. “It’s just a human. You don’t need her.” Blake grit her teeth, placed down Yang softly before standing up. She went and grabbed Gambol Shroud. “Ready to go?” She glared at Adam, eyes resembling that of an angry panther. She sneered and pounced on him, blades only blocked by his own. “Why do you attack me Blake?”

“Shut up! I don’t want to be with you! I hate you! I despise you! And now you’ve stolen my reason for living! So I don’t care what happens to me! I’m going to kill you!” He smirked and leaned closer to her.

“She’s dead Blake. Killing me won’t bring her back. And you know what else? It’s all your fault she died. You see you might have seen me stab her. But in reality. It was you. Just look at you.” Blake froze then looked down. Her eyes widened at the sight of blood. Blood on her blade, blood on her hands and clothes. And it was all Yang’s blood. Suddenly the vision of her own body being behind Yang, thrusting the sword into the girl’s back.

“No.. I didn’t.. I couldn’t..” Adam grinned.

“You killed her.” She wrapped her hands around her head and screamed.

_______

Blake shot up in bed, screaming and crying at the same time. Her door burst open and in came her father, mother and Sun.

“Blake! What’s wrong!?” But she couldn’t  answer. She could still see it. Red stained her hands and the bed was covered in it. She kicked off the sheets, trying to crawl away from it but it followed her.

“No! No! I didn’t mean it! It wasn’t me! I didn’t-!” She stumbled off the bed. Ghira tried to grab her but she jumped away from him. “Get away from me!” Where was Yang? She was here right? She was still alive right? She can’t be dead. Did she kill Yang? She couldn’t think straight. It felt so real. Had it been real? Was all this blood real? “Yang? Yang!” She shouted, holding her head and closing her eyes tight, trying to block the sight of blood. But when she closed her eyes the scene replayed in her head and she had to open her eyes again.

She sprung to her feet, got past the three in the room and raced off. She searched everywhere in the house. But she couldn’t find Yang. Sun tried to catch her but she avoided him. Suddenly she heard a familiar sound. She ran towards it, going outside to see a blond girl get off her yellow motorbike, Bumblebee. “Yang!” She half shouted half cried. Yang pulled off her helmet, violet eyes turning to her with great concern from the shout.

“Blake? What’s-OOOFF!” She had managed to take one step towards the faunus before a black ball crashed into her. They both fell to the ground in a ball of limbs. Blake managed to get up on all four on top of the blond, violet eyes looking up at her in confusion and worry. Amber eyes filled with tears and she cupped Yang’s cheeks, stroking them before moving her hands up into her hair.

“Yang? Yang it’s you right?” The blond furrowed her eyebrows but nodded.

“It’s me kitten. I’m right here. What’s wrong?” Blake’s lips quivered and without a second thought she leaned down and kissed her desperately, thinking she’d undoubtedly disappear at any minute. Yang was shocked for a minute, but feeling Blake’s distress she reached up her left hand and buried it in Blake’s hair while kissing back. She also used her aura to emit a certain warmth she knew could calm Blake down. It seemed to work because the death grip she had on Yang was slowly loosening. Feeling Yang’s warmth and feeling her lips move strongly against her own made Blake slowly realize that this was reality. Yang was right here. She was okay. She hadn’t killed her. She was alive and her beautiful violet eyes were filled with light and warmth.

“I love you..” Blake sobbed, now feeling relief wash over her at the realization that it had all been a dream. Yang smiled and pressed their foreheads together.

“I love you too Blake.” Hearing the words leave the blond’s mouth made Blake’s tears come out more and she caressed the warm cheeks before kissing her again.

“Say it again..” Blake pleaded and while Yang didn’t understand the reason she gladly complied. And to make sure the message got through she cupped her cheeks with both her “hands” and brushed away the tears while looking straight into her eyes.

“I love you Blake. I love you more than anything.” She put as much passion and love into her voice as she could then kissed her. Blake deepened it while trying to resist hiccuping from her sobs. Her sunshine was right here. Warming her from the inside out. She promised herself never to even think about separating herself from Yang again. When they pulled apart once more Blake buried her face into Yang’s neck, hugging her around the neck. The blond took this moment to sit up, holding her partner around the waist all the while. That’s when she noticed the two parents and Sun standing a few meters from them. She gave them a look that asked if they knew what this was about. But all they did was look worried, Sun shrugging and shaking his head.

“Yang please.. Don’t leave my side..” Blake mumbled.

“Of course.. You don’t have to answer me Blake.. But what happened?” Blake went rigid and immediately Yang shook her head and kissed the side of her head. “It’s alright Blake. It doesn’t matter. I’ll stay with you tonight alright?” She got a small nod. She breathed out then after establishing Blake was too mentally and physically tired to get up, she grabbed the faunus by the shoulders and went under her legs. Heaving her up she still had her head buried in Yang’s neck. She silently went past the three onlookers and went inside the house. She was about to carry her to Blake’s room when she tightened her grip.

“C-Can we sleep in your room? I-I don’t..” But Yang hushed her.

“It’s okay.. My room your room it doesn’t matter. We can talk in the morning.” She carried her to her room and placed her on the bed. Blake reluctantly let go of her so she could change into her pajamas. Though as soon as she got in bed Blake wrapped her arms around her. Yang pulled the cover over them then wrapped one arm around Blake’s upper back while the other went to her hip, pressing them as close as they could get, tangling their legs together.

“Yang.. I’m sorry for-” But she never got to finish because once again the blond kissed her.

“Don’t apologize.. Whatever scared you Blake.. I’m here.. And from now on I’m going to continue to be right here.” Blake teared up again but just buried her face into Yang’s chest, listening to her heartbeat. That steady beating, the proof of Yang’s existence, the sound was like a lullaby. Quite literally, because Blake was soon lulled to sleep by that same heartbeat. Finally with a smile on her face.

So what you think? Hopefully good. Hopefully you liked it. Hey if you’re reading this at least you went through it. And yes I know that beginning was very mean. I mean seriously you guys won’t believe how many of my drafts and story ideas start with Blake having a nightmare about Yang. I’m a horrible person and I seriously have a flippin sadistic fetish for giving Blake a hard time.. I’m so sorry.

Anyway as I said feel free to send a request. I have two or three stories I have yet to publish of Bumbleby (mainly cause I’m not sure they’re good enough to publish.) But Maybe I’ll publish more here. I’m running a bit low on inspiration though so ideas are welcome. This is Wolf, I’m out!