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ritsusakumawife · 10 months ago

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Rejected

Male Yandere! x GN!Reader (This is a remake but feel free to read the original one)

Warnings: Use of profanity, implied murder, possible manipulation, mentions of depression, mentions of sui

“I’m sorry but I don’t like you in that way”

“What..?”

“Sigh..I like you, but only as a friend. I don’t like like you”

“Oh! Not that there’s anything I don’t like about you. I’m just not looking for a relationship right now”

“No, no, it’s alright..Yeah..Friends..Let’s just, remain friends, yeah?”

“Are you sure? You aren’t just saying that to make things less awkward, right?”

“Mhm..I didn’t expect you to say yes anyways hahah. You’ve always been quite open about what you currently want and don’t want after all.”

“I just wanted to get it out of my chest y’know? It’s been bothering me” He chuckles awkwardly

“So..We’re cool?” You say awkwardly

“Yeah..Cool..”

“Ahah..Nice..?” You say in an almost questioning tone

RINGGGGG

“Oh..Wow, the uhm bell rang. Well then, see you around. Bye byeee” You then quickly turn around and hurriedly leave

‘Gosh, that whole interaction was so awkward and tense! Remind me to never accept secret rooftop meetings ever again!’

“…”

‘It’s only been a month since you rejected me.’

‘You said you didn’t want a relationship. Yet, why are you getting so close to him? Him, of all people’

Your laughter echoes through the hallways, breaking him out of his train of thought

“I can’t take this anymore..”

Quickly, he marches over to you, grabs your hand, and pulls you away outside in the courtyard

“Kanata. Let go of me!”

Surprised by your voice he lets go

“That hurt, why’d you do that?” You glare, demanding an answer

“I— I’m sorry, it’s just..Him..I’ve warned you so so many times to not get close to him.”

“He’s a bad person”

“You need to stay away from him. Now.”

Irritated, you reply, “Look, no one has the right to judge and dictate who I should or shouldn’t hang out with”

“Especially you, yes, you Kanata”

“What? Me? And why the hell is that huh?”

He’s clearly starting to get agitated but that won’t stop you from saying what you’ve been wanting to

“Hah! Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?”

“I know how you’ve been bullying him behind everyone’s back! Behind my back!”

“He was never a bad person! It was you all along! You’re the bully, not him!”

“What the heck are you even talking about right now y/n?!? Me? Bullying that guy? Are you out of your mind?? Have you finally lost it? Huh?!”

“You know me better than I do y/n! Since when was I ever the type to bully someone?!!”

“ARE YOU A FUCKING IDIOT Y/N L/N??!! I MEAN, I KNEW YOU ALWAYS WERE BUT I DIDN’T THINK YOU WERE THIS MUCH OF AN IDIOT”

…….

He hated this situation

He hated all of it

He hated how you were accusing him

He hated how he’d accidentally raised his voice

He hated how he let his temper get the best of him again

But, he can’t take back and rephrase those words now

…….

“..An idiot..? Wow, is that what you’ve thought me all along? Huh?”

“To think that I..To think that I even ever thought of you as a friend”

“IS THAT WHAT YOU REALLY THINK OF ME?!”

“N-No, I—” “I BET YOU ALSO TALK BAD ABOUT ME BEHIND MY BACK, DON’T YOU? I BET..I BET THAT ALL THIS TIME YOU’VE THOUGHT THAT I WAS A NUISANCE AND THAT I WASN’T WORTH YOUR TIME”

“What?! NO. Y/N, where the heck is all this coming from? I never even said anything like that”

“But I bet I really was a nuisance, wasn’t I?”

“Everyone..Everyone always ends up leaving me..I thought you were different. But I can see that you aren’t any different from them” You stare at him and walk off

….

You didn’t know why you said all that

Why did you say it?

Those words aren’t even close to what you were thinking

Everything was so off. This wasn’t how you guys fought. You’ve always talked things out..But why did it end like that?

Why?

Whywhywhywhywhy

….

It’s been a few days since that fight you had with your now ex best friend

Come to think of it, you haven’t seen him around for a while now..

Oh well, it was none of your business. You probably just missed each other, the building is huge after all

On the other hand,

You’ve gotten a lot closer to Angel

Well, Angel isn’t his name but it’s what everyone calls him. A bit weird to call a guy that but it’s nice, he fits the description of an angel after all

Huh, you’ve never actually found out his real name now that you thought of it..He introduced himself as Angel when you guys met and guess you just never had the opportunity to ask him for his real name..

After a few days of still not seeing your ex best friend, you decided to pay his class a visit before classes start and hopefully make up

You’ve been friends for almost all your life. No matter what you try to think your heart just can’t let this friendship that lasted for a decade to end in that way

You peek through the open door and look around

One of the people there, notice you and come up

“Is there something you need?”

“Oh! Uh, no, not really. Just wondering if Kanata came to school today..We recently had a fight and I want to make things right again..Ahah..”

‘Someone end me..I DIDN’T MEAN TO BASICALLY VENT TO SOME RANDOM PERSON’

Upon hearing what you had to say, the girl looked almost hesitant to say what she’s about to say next

“I..I’m sorry, you mustn’t have heard but, Kanata’s dead”

“Sorry? What?”

“He’s dead. He was going through depression and well..You know, he..Couldn’t take it anymore. I’m very sorry for your loss”

“Oh..Yeah..Uhm..T-thank you for letting me know”

You had been on autopilot throughout the entire day

The bell rang, classes started and ended

And right now, you find yourself crying, hugging, and confiding in Angel, your new best friend

How did you end up in his house? You don’t remember. Everything is foggy, blurry, all you know is that his touch is comforting, his hand brushing through your hair, whispering comforting words

Promising that he won’t leave you like the others

He’s different

He promised not to leave you

“I won’t ever leave you alone”

You wake up from your sleep

“What an odd dream..”

It wasn’t a dream, it was a nightmare

“I should probably get ready now lest I be late for that date!”

Wake up. Wake up to the real world

Ding dong~

“Oh? That must be him!”

You hurriedly rush to the front door and open it

Upon opening the door you immediately get engulfed in a hug

“Morning babe”

You chuckle, “Good morning! You’re here early, hold on. I just woke up, lemme get ready first then we can head out, yeah?”

“Yeah. Go ahead and get ready, I’ll be here”

Run

Wake up

This isn’t real

Kanata didn’t end himself

He was a happy man. He never had depression

“Angel”, or rather, Rei, killed him

You know this. Don’t delude yourself

WAKE UP

“I’m ready! Well?”

“You look absolutely amazing love, now then, shall we go?” He offers his hand

“Amazing just for you! And yes, we shall my good sir” You hold his hand and start to walk side by side

“Geez..That’s sweet but don’t say that ever again. That was cringe” He says in a lighthearted teasing tone

You giggle, “I know, I know, but you still love me despite me being cringe at times”

“Well, you’re right about that”

“How could I ever not love you? You’re the most wonderful person on earth”

Ah..

I see..

It’s too late..

His grasp is too strong

You’ll never break free

I’ll(we’ll) never break free

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howlingday · 2 years ago

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New Day, Same Age

Papa Arc: Don't be rude, Jaune. Go on and say hi.

Jaune: Um, h-hi, sir. I'm... I'm Jaune Arc.

Ghira: Nice to meet you, Jaune. This is my daughter, Blake. Say hi, Blake.

Blake: (Hides behind his leg)

Ghira: Ha ha... She's shy.

Jaune: (Walks closer) Um, hi. I'm Jaune Arc.

Blake: (Peeks out) Blake.

Jaune: (Smiles) Nice to meet you, Blake.

Blake: (Steps out) Nice to meet you, too...

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Blake: Jaune?

Jaune: Blake?

Blake: Can I sleep with you tonight? There's a thunderstorm, and...

Jaune: You're scared?

Blake: Mhm.

Jaune: Um, okay. (Blake climbs in) Um, what should I do?

Blake: Do?

Jaune: Yeah. You need my help, so what should I do.

Blake: Just... stay with me. I... I need a friend.

Jaune: Okay... I'll be here for you... Blake.

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Blake: Where's Jaune?!

Kali: Blake, stay in your room.

Blake: But Jaune is missing!

Kali: Jaune is fine, sweetie. Him and his daddy had to go back home. Just... stay in your room.

Blake: But... we didn't say bye...

Kali: I know, kitten, but you need to be in your- Oh no... Blake, go to your room! (Runs)

Blake: Mommy? Mommy, what's- (Explosion, Covers ears)

Kali: Oh no...

Blake: (Looks up, Sees flaming ship sinking)

Blake: ...Jaune.

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Jaune: ...Blake? ...Dad?

Papa Arc: Oh, so I'm less important than your little friend, Blake, huh? Heh heh heh...

Jaune: Dad? Where- Urp! (Throws up over)

Papa Arc: Yeah, guess you ain't much for boats, huh?

Jaune: Where are we?

Papa Arc: Hopefully, close to Mistral. We can get home from there.

Jaune: What about Menagerie?

Papa Arc: ...We can't go back there, Jaune. Not for a long while. There's... There's some bad stuff that'll happen there.

Jaune: But Blake! She- Urp! (Throws up)

Papa Arc: Easy, son. Blake'll be fine. People like her out there.

Jaune: But... They don't like us?

Papa Arc: ...Not anymore.

Jaune: ...

Papa Arc: Hey, take a few rations and have some. Should help your belly settle.

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Jaune: (Vomits) Ugh... Stupid motion sickness...

Ruby: Uh, is he okay?

Yang: Ah, he'll be fine. Just leave him to it.

Jaune: Ugh... Okay... I should be good. Now, where to first?

Blake: (Passing by) Should head to the courtyard and look around. Get a feel for this place.

Jaune: Hey, thank... you... Huh... Guess she really wanted to look around. Was it just me, or did she look like...? Nah, it couldn't be.

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Blake: It... It can't be....

Jaune: No way... (Touches her hand) Blake?

Blake: Jaune! (Hugs him) You're alive! I can't believe it's really you!

Jaune: (Pushes her away) I can't believe it's you! It's been so long!

Blake: I thought you were dead! The Sea of Fire! I thought-

Jaune: Sea of Fire? What are you-

Blake: (Hugs him again) I thought you were dead. I... I missed you so much.

Jaune: (Hugs Blake, Rubs her back) I missed you, too... Blake...

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Jaune: Blake? What's...?

Blake: Can I... sleep with you tonight? I know it's not like when we were kids, and it's your dorm, but-

Jaune: Come on in. Uh, but keep your voice down. The rest of the team is asleep.

Blake: Okay... I see you still have your onesie.

Jaune: Heh, what can I say? It grew on me?

Blake: More like stretched. (Snickers with Jaune)

Pyrrha: Mngh...

Jaune: (Covers mouth) C'mon. (Lays down)

Blake: (Climbs in)

Jaune: I didn't think there'd be thunderstorm way out here.

Blake: There isn't. (Snuggles) I just missed you so much.

Jaune: (Smiles) I missed you, too.

#rwby #papa arc #jaune arc #ghira belladonna #blake belladonna #knightshade #ruby rose #yang xiao long #pyrrha nikos

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theoriginalkaminari · 7 months ago

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Mischievous thorn in my side.

Kirishima Eijirou x Gn!reader

A/n: have you heard of the hit indie show, The Amazing Digital Circus..ok jk but your personality is like Jax.

Warnings: you being a little shit (jk) (not really tho) swearing iggg

Supposedly, there was a new student in U.A.

Rumors spread like wild fire about them.

Apparently, they were the most annoying person in the school. And thats saying something.

Y/N's eyes always held a mischievous glint in them, and it seemed like they always had a stupid grin on their face.

It seemed like their whole existence was just to cause mischief and chaos.

Eijirou thought about all of this as he walked down the hallways, keeping his eyes peeled for Y/N. One of the rumors he heard was that no one ever knew where they was when they weren't there. They never told anyone.

Maybe his quirk let him appear in and out of places? Maybe he dug tunnels through the walls, and disappeared through them to scare an uncsepeticng victim.

Eijirou tried to calm himself down. He mentally scolded himself for believing these rumors when he hasn't even met the person! It was unmanly of him to judge someone he's never met.

Eijirou was lost in this question for a few seconds, only breaking out of it when suddenly, someone's gloved hands sat firmly on his shoulders, making him jolt slightly.

"Did I scare ya?" Y/N's voice says from behind. Eijirou quickly turns around. "Whoa! Hey, I haven't seen you around here before. I'm Eijirou Kirishima!" He smiles softly, wanting to appear nice to the mischievous character. "Whats your name?"

Y/N grins mischievously. "Thats for me to know, and you to find out." They step back slightly, still wearing their mischievous grin. "Haven't seen you around either." They tilt their head, this time stepping closer and getting in his face.

Eijirou feels a little awkward at how close they were to his face, but didn't say anything. "Oh, uh, yeah?" He says nervously. "I guess we haven't met, but I'm not really new-"

"Yeah, mhm." Y/N appears behind him, grabbing his shoulders. "So your from the hero course, hm?" Y/N spins hims around, looking the redhead up and down. "Bit red for my type." They grab his hand, stopping him from spinning around as they scan him with their eyes.

Eijirou places his hand on his head, trying to stabilize his spinning head as he tries to regain his balance. Once he does, he smiles softly and laughs nervously. "Oh, really? Then what is your type?" He jokes, trying to not seem annoyed.

"Not you." Y/N says, letting go of Eijirou's hand, making him fall on his ass. Y/N snickers before they walk away, leaving Eijirou on his ass.

Eijirou grumbles to himself before standing up. "Rude.." He mutters to himself before walking in the opposite direction.

Ever since that day, Y/N has been practically torturing him to the point where Eijirou can't sit down in fear of a whoopie cushion being there!

Eijirou never understood why you did what you did. After all, you were a thorn in his side the whole time he's known you.

Until one day, he found you crying at the courtyard. You just seemed so..upset.

Eijirou knew it wouldn't be manly to just leave you like that, so he stepped closer to you. "Y/N?" He asks softly, hoping to grab your attention.

You quickly wipe your tears and glare at him. "What the hell do you want." You grumble, never making eye contact. Eijirou hesitantly sits down next to you.

"What happened?" He askes. "Its only going to hurt more if you don't tell me..." He says in a soft tone, not wanting to scare you off.

You're extremely hesitant to tell him. You hardly knew this guy, and all you did was tease and annoy the hell outta him. So why was he doing this?

You just decide to ignore him, turning away. Eijirou sighs.

"You don't have to tell me. I get it, its probably personal to you. But.." He looks at you, eyes filled with compassion and understanding. "Its okay to cry. Bottling up your emotions isn't healthy." He fiddles with his fingers for a bit before continueing.

"Personally, I think its manly to cry." He smiles softly.

You raise an eyebrow, looking back at him. "Huh?"

Eijirou beams and nods. "Mhm! Manly. Its just something I say, I guess." He chuckles. "Its a compliment!"

You can't help the small smile tugging on the corners of your lips as you look back at him.

"Thanks." You say, hardly louder than a whisper.

Maybe you weren't so bad after all, Eijirou thought.

He couldn't wait to make you his new friend.

#eijirou kirishima #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #eijirou x reader #Mha #Bnha

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sunnikos · 1 month ago

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Day 6: Royalty AU

Hello! I am participating in Sskk Week 2024. I swear I can write a proper royalty AU with more time to figure out the loreeeee! But yeah I’m proud of this piece sooooo this is day 6, enjoy!

Content Warnings: Non descriptive siege and minor character death

Word Count: 1.3k

| Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 |

Atsushi is so different from his father. A shrewd, proud man. But Atsushi, is warm, kind. Perhaps because his father was always traveling, and so Atsushi could only learn by the example of his maid. Atsushi had never shown up at an actual event before, Akutagawa would’ve met him a lot sooner if he did. No, this man, he is radiant.

He was taken in by Dazai, an advisor of Akutagawa’s adoptive father. Akutagawa has a feeling Dazai would be in Akutagawa’s position if he wanted. Anyhow, his new guardian is likely the reason he’s here today. He was never taught how to be a merchant like his father, so upon the mans death, there was nothing he could do to keep his status. This is likely why Dazai took him in, despite him being 18 years of age. That, and the mans own intrigue.

Point is, Atsushi is a sight for sore eyes. So, can you really blame Akutagawa for looking for him everywhere after seeing him for the first time? And asking everyone in the palace about him? And maybe pestering Dazai until he set up a “play date” only for Atsushi to get sick and then they meet each other for the first time in the gardens completely by accident a few days later and Akutagawa… Akutagawa is far too smitten over a man he just met.

After stumbling through some awkward introductions, they sit on a stone bench.

“So.. I heard you wanted to, uh, see me?”

“Uh yeah, sorry, I—” Akutagawa sighs, “—I don’t know what I was on about.”

Atsushi looks over at him with a kind smile, “Oh, I’m fine, just.. curious, that’s all.”

“Right,” he looks up at the sky, “I can just, tell that you’re different. From the court, I mean. It’s refreshing and… I want to know you, I guess.”

“That makes perfect sense.” Atsushi nods and looks to the stars.

Akutagawa looks over at him, bewildered by what he said, “You think so?”

“Mhm, I wanna know you too.”

“Many have tried, you know.” Akutagawa chuckles humorously.

“Yes but…” Atsushi looks off to the side, then steels his mind and says, “none of them were me.”

He is seeing Akutagawa. Not just looking at him, Atsushi is beginning to know him. It’s an arduous task, but he gets the feeling Atsushi won’t see it that way.

How beautiful is that?

Akutagawa spends most of his free time with Dazai’s pet project after that. They meet up in many places across the palace, the courtyard, the gardens, the hallways… Anywhere. Sometimes coincidence, sometimes not. Being with Atsushi is like looking at himself in a jelly mirror, then being pulled inside. He is looking at himself, but he’s clearly different. Everything is… sweeter. It all feels like a dream. Akutagawa is used to nightmares, haunting and complex. But this is arguably simple, pleasant, new.

Atsushi has a fresh point of view to offer on most situations, it makes Akutagawa feel like he’s becoming a better man. Someone the people can truly look up to, and say, “That’s our prince, he’s come a long way. One day, he’ll lead our kingdom to greatness”

Okay. Maybe that’s a bit… much. But still, one can hope?

Akutagawa can feel Dazai’s eyes on him lately. Must be all that time he’s spending with his “protege”. Still, it feels like every time he sees the man lately his eyes are ripe with interest. Like he’s trying to figure out who Akutagawa really is, in his heart. It seems like, Dazai wants to teach him something, guide him into a true ruler… And isn’t that something?

Dazai has never taken interest in him. It’s odd. Akutagawa always wanted to learn from him, but now… he’s not sure he really cares. Then his life… goes back to how it was. It appears Dazai is keeping Atsushi busy, and Akutagawa’s responsibilities have been amped higher than they’ve ever been. Turns out, there’s been some skirmishes on the boarder, and they’re only getting rowdier. Mori sends troops on Dazai’s guidance, his strategies appear to work at first. Then, things go terribly wrong.

The rebel forces, that Akutagawa had no clue were even an organized group, took siege of the palace. Akutagawa was prisoner for two weeks until Atsushi, soaked in crimson, found him and took him to a secret underground hiding place in the forest. Akutagawa could not see at first, that Atsushi was outraged. But he can see it now. As they hide, in a dark, gloomy bunker; Akutagawa can see his heavy breathing is not just exertion, but anger.

Akutagawa does not know how to make Atsushi feel better. He does not know how to comfort a single person in this blasted kingdom. But he knows he can distract Atsushi. Whatever is going on, does not need their focus. It is their job to hide. Akutagawa wearily grasps at Atsushi’s hand and pulls it to rest over his heartbeat.

After a few moments, Akutagawa can only see fit to mutter the words, “We’re alive.”

Atsushi sighs deeply, and leans back. Akutagawa takes this as his sign to lay against Atsushi’s chest. They’re cuddled up like that for hours. It’s glorious, but also worrisome. Just what is going on out there.

Then, the new comes. They’re woken up and helped out of the underground hole. Akutagawa learns he is to be the king now. The rebels killed the ruler, and now he is to take his place. It’s surreal.

Akutagawa doesn’t feel like anything is real until he’s getting ready for his coronation. All this royal garb is heavy, it’s status. It’s not him. It’s what he represents. One minute he doesn’t feel real, and the next; everything is all too real. Atsushi, he’s there. Akutagawa doesn’t know when he got there, if he was there the whole time, anything. But Atsushi is there, and he crushes Akutagawa’s head to his chest. The steady thump, thump, thump brings him back to. Just as it did when they were safe together, under the forest floor.

Akutagawa is crying, his warm tears and falling to the ground and while he’s calmer now, he’s still scared. This room is empty, it’s just him and Atsushi. He’s not sure when that happened, but he’s grateful. As he looks into Atsushi’s eyes, he is terrified, but he is not alone. Atsushi must know this too. Whispering sweet nothings, wiping away his tears. Atsushi kisses him, because they both know. Nothing will ever be the same.

When Atsushi pulls away, his hands are still caressing Akutagawa’s face.

He says, “When you feel alone, or afraid, think of me.” a shivering breath leaves him, “I’m right here.”

Then that’s all.

They call in the servants, finish getting him ready, and pronounce Akutagawa king. He appoints Atsushi as his advisor, and Dazai never fails to give his opinion, of course. One day, when things have settled, Atsushi asks Akutagawa to speak in private. They take a stroll in the gardens, then have a seat at a stone bench. It’s nostalgic. Akutagawa feels the wistful breeze and thinks things will really be alright.

“I noticed things have been settling down in the kingdom lately.” Atsushi sneaks a glance at Akutagawa.

“No need to be coy.” Akutagawa grins at Atsushi, then pulls him into a kiss before saying, “I know I’m doing a good job, at least, good enough.”

“Of course, my king,” he looks away, “I only mean to mention something now that the matters of import have been taken care of.”

Akutagawa pauses, he’s puzzled by the sudden change in atmosphere, “Go on…”

“I’m quite sure… that Dazai knew what would happen.”

“How do you mean?”

“I think he knew the rebels would strike. I think he let your…” Atsushi sighs, “I think he let the late king die.”

#sskkweek #sskkweek2024 #bsd fanfic #bsd fic #bsd fanfiction #sskk fanfic #sskk #shin soukoku #atsushi x akutagawa #bsd atsushi #bsd akutagawa #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs

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bluejaysandblackbats · 7 months ago

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Phantom Grin

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Bruce Wayne visits his son's grave on the night of his resurrection. Will it change Jason's fate, or is it all simply inevitable?

Chapters: 16/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd is Disabled, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Resurrected Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along

Chapter Sixteen: The Next 48

Tim parked in the church lot, and Jason headed toward the courtyard. He disappeared into the rose garden, smiling as he met eyes with Indigo in street clothes. She wore baggy jeans and an old Soundgarden t-shirt. “You’re not dying, Jason,” Indigo whispered as she embraced him. He trembled in her arms. “If we’re gonna carry on like this, we should probably go.”

“Where are you staying?” Jason asked.

Indigo grinned. “At my friend’s apartment. She figured the nun stuff wouldn’t work out,” Indigo replied, “It’s not far from here.”

“Oh, no—. I—. I wasn’t—.” Jason pulled away and covered his face.

“You’re so cute… I know you didn’t mean it that way. I wanna hold you… Just until you feel better,” Indigo replied.

Jason smiled and nodded, letting Indigo lead him away from the church. Jason let his guard down to follow her to her apartment. She let him in and sat on the couch, letting him lay on her lap while she played with his hair. “Jason, what are you burying?” Indigo asked. Jason tensed. “Sorry… Wrong wording. Is there something you’re hiding in your mind?”

“Mhm… I don’t want to talk about that,” Jason mumbled as he hid his face in her lap. Indigo frowned.

“Okay… Jason, your feelings are so deep,” Indigo whispered, “I’ve never felt anyone feel this strongly about me before.” Jason groaned, hiding his warm face in her stomach. “Oh—. Jason, I—. I’m not teasing you. I think it’s sweet. You’re sweet… But you can stay there if you like.”

Jason nodded, letting his muscles relax. He didn’t know why he felt so tired, but it felt nearly impossible to wake up completely. Jason sighed into her shirt and fell asleep.

Jason awakened in a dark bedroom, listening to a couple argue through the wall. He groaned at the buzzing against his chest and shrieked when he realized it was his phone. “Oh no… No, no, no,” Jason mumbled as he fumbled with his phone to answer his texts.

DAD: Jason, are you alright???

TIM: J lmk if ur ok. Bruce flipping out

BARBARA: tracing ur phone, r u ok???

DICK: everyone blowing up my fun

DICK: phone*** Jason where are you

DICK: getting super worried

DAD: Jason, pls pick up

TIM: U ok?

BARBARA: not laughing, srsly pick up NOW

DAD: Not angry just worried abt you

Jason pressed his palm to his eyelid, feeling the onset of a pounding headache. He called Bruce first. “Jason? Are you alright?” Bruce asked.

“I’m fine… I fell asleep,” Jason answered, “I’m sorry, Dad. I didn’t mean to freak anybody out—.”

“Jason, you’ve been missing for two days,” Bruce interrupted. Jason laughed. “Jason, that’s not funny.”

“Two days, Dad? Come on, you’re exaggerating—.”

“Jason, check your messages. We’ve been texting and calling nonstop for two days. You didn’t come home,” Bruce replied. Jason put his phone on speaker as he looked through his texts.

“I—. I was asleep,” Jason replied.

“Jason, you don’t have to lie. If you were with your girlfriend—.”

“It wasn’t like that. I was with her, but we weren’t—. We didn’t—. I was asleep,” Jason’s voice cracked, “I swear.”

“Where are you? I’ll pick you up,” Bruce paused, “Do you want to come home?”

Jason scratched his head.

“Yeah, I wanna come home. Are you upset?” Jason asked. Jason

“How were you asleep all this time?” Bruce questioned in reply. Jason yawned, still tired as he climbed out of bed and fumbled around looking for a light switch. “Jason, where are you?”

Jason flipped a switch and tensed. “That’s not right,” Jason mumbled. He climbed the stairs and scratched his head. “I never—. I never left? ”

“What?” Bruce replied.

“I never left the church,” Jason replied, “Or I—. But—. I was with—.”

“Jason, I’m on my way. Stay there,” Bruce interrupted. He hung up, leaving Jason to wander the church until he ran into two of the nuns.

“We recognize you from earlier… You’re not allowed—.”

“I’m sorry, Sisters… I don’t know how I—. Did you see Sister—? Did you see Indigo?” Jason asked. The women exchanged horrified glances.

“How do you know that name?” the older nun asked.

“I was with her two days ago,” Jason replied, “If I’m here, she must’ve left me—.”

“Sweetheart—.”

“I recognize him from the news… Is someone coming to get you?” the younger nun replied.

“Uh-huh,” Jason mumbled. He sank to the ground, holding his face in his hands. “I’m sorry. I don’t feel—. I feel sick. I need a moment.”

“Take your time… You said someone’s coming to pick you up?” the younger nun questioned.

“Yeah, my dad’s on his way,” Jason mumbled, “I’m sorry. I don’t know how I got here…”

“Don’t worry. I’m Sister Lila,” she introduced herself.

“I’m Jason,” Jason whispered. She sat beside him in the hall, allowing him to hold her hand.

“My little brother is your age… Can you—? Can you stand?” Sister Lila asked. Jason nodded. “Where’d your dad say he wanted to meet you?”

“Probably out front,” Jason whispered, “Will you wait with me?”

“Of course,” Sister Lila smiled. She walked with him to the front bench, and sat outside, holding his hand. “You’re shaking…”

“I’m sorry,” Jason whimpered, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright… Are you cold?” Sister Lila asked. Jason shook his head. “Scared?”

Jason nodded. “I feel like I’m losing my mind, Sister,” Jason replied as he reached into his pocket and fidgeted with the rosary Indigo gave him. Sister Lila released his hand, covering her mouth in shock. “Sister, what’s—?”

“I have to go,” Sister Lila replied, leaving him alone in the dark. Jason stared at the rosary, clutching it in his fist as he struggled to recall lost time. He remembered walking with her and entering the apartment, but everything was in bits and pieces. Bruce pulled into the parking lot, and Jason headed toward the car. Bruce got out and looked Jason over, cradling his face in one hand as he used his free hand to search for new indentations or abrasions on Jason’s scalp.

“Jason,” Bruce exhaled his name. Jason looked Bruce in the eye, wavering as the world spun around in his head. “Jason?”

“I don’t wanna go to the hospital—.”

“We’re not going to the hospital. I promised you. We’re going home,” Bruce reassured him.

“No, you don’t understand. I don’t wanna go to the hospital anymore,” Jason replied, “I know next time I go to the hospital… I’m not coming home.” Bruce led Jason to the car, buckling him in as he ruminated over Jason’s words. “Can you promise me I won’t have to stay in the hospital for the rest of my life?”

“Jason—.”

Jason sniffed, covering his eyes as tears forced their way out. “No matter how much sleep I get I’m always tired. I’m exhausted… I’m dizzy and confused. I’m losing time… I’m getting—. I know I’m getting worse, but I want you to know I’d rather you bury me than dump me in some hospital. I’ll be alone. I don’t care how much you visit me, Dad. I’ll be alone in a place filled with strangers where I’ll waste away. I’ll die—.”

“Jason—.”

“I don’t want to live like that. I know you have to consider hospitalizing me if there’s something wrong, but I’m telling you now that I’ll kill—.”

“Jason! Stop!” Bruce shouted. Jason sobbed until he made himself sick. He opened the door and spit up bile. “Jason, calm down. I’m not thinking about doing anything drastic… Here, wipe your mouth with this.” Bruce gave him a napkin. Jason tilted his head back, allowing fatigue to flood in. His chest rapidly rose and fell as he struggled to stay awake.

“I can’t account for two days, Dad… Something’s wrong,” Jason whispered. He shut his eyes, and Bruce sighed.

“We’re going home… I’m gonna take you home,” Bruce replied. He waited until Jason fell asleep to take him to the manor.

#fic #batfam #phantom grin fic #Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne #Dick Grayson #Alfred Pennyworth #Barbara Gordon #Tim Drake #Cassandra Cain #Jason Todd/Original Character #Canon Divergent AU #Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain #Jason Todd is Disabled #Barbara Gordon is Oracle #Resurrected Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating #Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along

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arthropod-concoctions · 1 year ago

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(AO3 - prev)

Martyn swiped his finger across a page of the enchanted book, sketching a pose, and watching as the armor stand in front of him mimicked it. He took his finger off the paper with a flourish, and the stand froze, staying in position. It wasn't a particularly impressive pose, but Martyn smiled proudly anyways.

“This thing is awesome,” he said to Joe, who had flown in to drop yet another shulker box full of various types of stone at Cleo's doorstep. Ze said that they would know what to do with it; somehow, Martyn doubted that. “You wouldn't happen to know how to replicate it, would you?”

“Oh, that's easy, just take a book and title it `Statues',” Joe replied. Around zir head floated a rainbow of small multicoloured eyes that stared directly at Martyn.

“Right,” Martyn said, looking back at the eyes. That sounded like far too easy a process to be possible on just any server. He tried not to be too disappointed; he wouldn't have had any time for making statues in the Life games anyways, and, well, where else was he gonna do it?

“And another thing... do you know if Cleo has a change of clothes stashed anywhere?”

Joe hesitated for a moment. “...In their cross-server inventory, probably?”

“Sure, but I'd feel weird just digging through that. And I had a look around this block of skyscrapers here, but I couldn't find a wardrobe or anything.”

“Oh, fair enough. Well, I don't know about Cleo, but you can borrow some of my clothes if you want?”

“Sure. Do you have anything in green?”

Joe smiled and looked at Martyn through zir green glasses, and Martyn looked at zir green fingerless gloves and green hairtie and felt a bit silly for asking. “Oh, I've got a few things. I'll be right back!”

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Half an hour later, Martyn was standing next to a shulker box overflowing with clothes, dressed in... not the most ostentations outfit he'd ever worn, considering a certain December MCC, but it was probably in the top ten. Cleo was a bit taller than Joe, so most of the clothes left the belly exposed, but Martyn had managed to find a chroma green pinstripe suit that fit well enough. He stepped out of the room in Cleo's base he'd used to dress up, and made eye contact with Joe, whose face lit up.

“Found something you like?” ze said.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Martyn replied, laughing. “I feel like I'm ready to play for the Lime Llamas with this fit.”

“I don't watch sports, but yeah, I think you look great!”

The two of them walked out into Cleo's courtyard, where someone was waiting for them; someone who appeared to be a blue slime in a hoodie and jogging pants.

The slime looked at Martyn and stifled a laugh. “Wow, looks like I chose the right day to go check on Cleo's replacement,” they said, then held out a slimy hand- more like a stump, really, Martyn couldn't make out separate fingers. “I'm Jevin. Nice to meet you.”

“Martyn,” Martyn responded. He tried to shake Jevin's 'hand', but only ended up slapping against it before Jevin withdrew it. It had the consistency of a water balloon. “You're a friend of Cleo's?”

“Uh- yeah, a friend. Totally. Mhm, we're best friends,” Jevin replied, nodding. “That's why I'm here. Friendly reasons.”

“Right. Friendly reasons. Definitely not `collecting blackmail material for Cleo' reasons.”

“Exactly! See, you get it,” Jevin said cheerfully. Martyn looked at Joe, who shrugged. Zir rainbow eyes shot a few glances at Jevin occasionally, but most remained trained on him. Suddenly, Joe gasped.

“Wait, I haven't even shown you the best feature of this outfit yet!” ze said, then began rummaging through zir inventory. Eventually ze pulled out a strange flashlight of sorts. “Check this out!”

Ze shone the light on Martyn; he looked down to realise his body had vanished. From the neck down, all of his body which was covered by green fabric was completely invisible.

Martyn laughed deviously. “Oh, that's fantastic. Say, can I borrow that light for a bit?”

“Sure,” Joe said, handing Martyn the flashlight. “As long as you bring it back by the end of the day.”

“Yeah, I can do that, no problem,” Martyn replied, then went back into his little changing room. After some rummaging, he found a piece of fabric big enough to cover his head, protesting snakes included; then, he pulled out his chat and began typing a message.

<ZombieCleo> Tim, where you at?

<Tango> the shopping district

<Tango> zedaph's giving me a tour

<ZombieCleo>coords?

Taking the makeshift mask with him, he went outside to meet Joe and Jevin again. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a rancher to prank.”

He shot a glare at Jevin, who appeared to be taking a picture of him, then took off flying with Cleo's elytra.

Despite receiving precise coordinates from Jimmy, Martyn had quite some trouble locating him and his new friend in the shopping district. Partly because the district in question was a headache-inducing mess to fly over, and partly because all of Tango's distinctive physical features were now blue for some reason.

He gently glid down to the ground, careful not to make any noise, and landed behind Jimmy and a blond Hermit who he guessed must be Zedaph. He'd been shining Joe's flashlight onto himself, rendering him entirely invisible except for his hand. He trailed behind the two of them, slowly closing the gap. Eventually he could hear what Zedaph was saying:

“And this is the hole where... Actually, I have no idea what this hole is for. It wasn't here last time I went shopping. There's hoppers at the bottom... d'you reckon we should throw something in, see what happens?”

“You know, Zed, this tour isn't very good,” Jimmy said. His accent was unmistakeable, even in Tango's voice, which didn't seem to have changed with his colouration.

Martyn was right behind them at this point, so he spoke up: “Yeah. Zero stars.”

Jimmy yelled out and whirled around, flailing his arms about in a panic. His arm collided with Zedaph's, and expelled some kind of red flash; then, Zedaph yelped too.

Martyn began laughing, pulling the cloth off of his face and pointing the flashlight down. “Oh, that was beautiful,” he said between laughs.

“Wh- Cleo- Martyn- how did you- what are you wearing?” Jimmy sputtered.

“More importantly, what were you thinking?” Zedaph added, rubbing his arm where he'd collided with Jimmy. “Do you know how annoying redstone burns are to heal?”

“Sorry, Zed,” Martyn said. “Didn't mean for you to become collateral. Hi. I'm Martyn, by the way.” Martyn extended his hand to Zedaph, who crossed his own arms, pointedly not shaking his.

“Wait-- sorry, Zed, by the way-- what do you mean 'redstone burn'?” Jimmy said.

“Well, you know, with Tango's redstonyness... he never zapped you on accident?”

Jimmy shook his head. Martyn piped up: “Wait, are you saying Tango just has redstone tasers hidden up his sleeves at all times?”

“No- he- because he's a redstone sprite, guys come on!” Zedaph exclaimed, clearly expecting Martyn and Jimmy to know this.

“I didn't know that,” Jimmy replied immediately.

Zedaph looked at Jimmy, looking very offended on Tango's behalf. “Seriously? You were married to him, and you didn't even-”

“We were not married!” Jimmy interrupted him. “We were soulmates, not-”

“About the same thing, isn't it? Still, not a very good soulmate if you didn't even know what species he is.”

“I thought he was just a regular guy!”

“He has red eyes!” Zedaph and Martyn said in unison.

“Not anymore though, they're blue now,” Martyn added. “Zed, what's up with that anyways? Why does Hermitcraft get the blue raspberry flavoured Tango?”

“Because of...” Zedaph trailed off, then sighed, and pinched his nose. “You know, I figured because you were his husband- soulmate, whatever-” he waved a hand at Jimmy, who's opened his mouth to protest- “I could skip the `introduction to Tango' part of this tour. But I guess not! Follow me, let's turn this tour around.”

#arthropod writes #the swap au #martyn inthelittlewood #joe hills #ijevin #jimmy solidarity #zedaph #hermitcraft fic #hermitcraft #double life smp #break in my college schedule means i could finish up a new chapter!

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the-himawari · 1 year ago

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A3! Hyodo Kumon - Translation [SSR] Afterschool Time for Two (1/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Kumon: It’s lunch! I’m starving!

Classmate A: The line to buy food is gonna be crazy if we don’t hurry.

Classmate B: Let’s get a move on.

Kumon: (Hehe. I brought a lunch, so I don’t have to buy one!) Alright, let’s quickly head to the courtyard as usual! (Ah. But Azami has gym class, doesn’t he? He might be running a little late then.)

-pause-

Cat: *Purr, purr*…

Azami: …

Kumon: (Huh? Azami’s already here.)

Azami: Pft. You’re quite a spoiled one.

Kumon: (Is he playing with that cat? I might disturb him~. But I also wanna eat lunch…) Hmm…

Cat: Meow~?

Kumon: Oh crap. He spotted me!

Azami: …Hey, what’re you lookin’ at?

Kumon: Ah, nothing. You were playing with the cat and all, so I figured I might disturb you guys. Ahaha!

Azami: —.

Kumon: Hey, hey, more importantly! Aren’t you here pretty early considering you had gym for 4th period?

Azami: Ah. I miraculously finished 5 minutes early.

Kumon: Seriously!? That's never happened to me in my 3 years here!

Azami: We’re just built differently.

Kumon: EHH!?

Azami: Anyways, how you do know I had gym? Did you ask someone?

Kumon: Huh? How, you ask… It’s ‘cause I was watching you from the window?

Azami: What the? During class?

Kumon: Yeah…

Azami: Were you skipping?

Kumon: No! I felt a bit sleepy during class, so I was just glancing outside for a moment to wake up!

Azami: *Sigh*… That’s why your tests are always sad.

Kumon: That’s not true! My teachers were surprised and they've been complimenting me lately since my grades have improved from before.

Azami: Really now?

Kumon: I guess it’s because I studied hard for my entrance exams~.

Azami: …

Kumon: What’s wrong?

Azami: Nothin’. I just realized you’re also takin’ your entrance exams.

Kumon: Mhm, that’s right. And I’ll teach you when it’s your time to take your entrance exams! I’m older than you, after all!

Azami: Um, hard pass.

Kumon: Hey now!!

Azami: Ow. Don’t hit me.

Kumon: Geez!

Cat: Meow.

Kumon: …Huh? By the way.

Azami: Hm?

Kumon: Isn’t this cat a new face around here?

Azami: Ah. Now that you mention it, I’ve never seen this one before. Cats always drops by whenever we eat here, but…

Kumon: Those are the cats that are named after everyone in Summer troupe. I know those kitties, but this one’s different.

Azami: So he’s a nameless newcomer?

Kumon: Aw, he came all the way here though! Let’s give him a name. Mmm, lemme think. Your name will be…

Azami: …

Kumon: AH!

Azami: ?

Kumon: I got it! This kitty’s name will be AZAMI!*

Azami: Ha? Why the hell?

Kumon: It works! Right, AZAMI~ ♪

AZAMI: Meow~.

Kumon: See? AZAMI likes his own name too!

Azami: *Sigh*… that’s confusing.

AZAMI: Meow!

Kumon: AH! AZAMI stole Azami’s onigiri!

Azami: Ah, oi!

Kumon: It’s AZAMI, not oi!

Azami: Dude…

AZAMI: Meow~.

Kumon: Uh oh. He got away.

Azami: Damn it… Geez, guess I’ll skip lunch?

Kumon: Now, now. I’ll give you half my lunch! Here!

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*The cat's name is Azami, but written with hiragana (あざみ) as opposed to our Azami written in kanji (莇)

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#a3!#a3! translation #hyodo kumon #act! addict! actors!

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justsomeclintasha · 2 years ago

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“You coming back in the field or what? They’ve had me paired with Fredericks. Never thought I’d miss your sorry ass.”

“Two more weeks of physical therapy and I’ll be good to go.”

“Thank God.” The agent laughs as he ducks into one of the medical rooms. Clint flexes his arm, the fresh stitches pulling tight. If it were up to him, he would have just ignored it, but unfortunately, it wasn’t up to him.

He’s just about to head back to his quarters when there’s a commotion down the hall.

Well, that’s putting it lightly.

Three agents run past him, weapons drawn. An alarm blares loudly from the speaker above him, and yet another man sprints by.

“What the hell…?” He follows, and the source quickly becomes apparent.

“She took my fucking gun!”

“Put it down!”

“Fuck this, just shoot her!”

“I said put it down!”

Clint barges past them, angling himself in front of the cornered redhead, and ignoring the gun in her hand.

“What happened?”

“She took-“

“I’m asking her!” he snaps. The room falls silent. The archer is levels above them. No one will dare to challenge him. “Get out. All of you.”

“But sir-“

“Now.” One by one, they file out, and the door shuts with a soft click. He turns to face her. She doesn’t lower her weapon. A shiny silver handcuff hangs from only one wrist. He cocks his head, considering, but there’s no fear in his eyes.

“Disarm,” she orders. Slowly, he reaches for his gun and hands it to her. She stuffs it in the back pocket of her jeans.

“You wanna tell me what happened?”

“No.”

“Okay. I’m going to get something out of my jacket. Don’t shoot me.” He pulls out a small lock pick tool and a tablet. He tosses the tool on one end of the bed and sits on the other. She quickly removes the cuff. If he notices her hand is trembling, he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he pulls up a game on his tablet and ignores her. For several minutes, it’s silent.

“What are you doing?”

“Playing chess.”

“Why?”

“Because I like it.”

“I have a gun. I could kill you.”

“Yep.”

Her footsteps are quiet as she paces the room. She stops at the window, looking out to the courtyard, the gun still in her hand.

“I panicked,” she admits, her voice so low he has to strain to hear her. “The doctor tried to restrain me and I just…” She swallows, shaking her head. “I fucked it up, Clint.”

“No, you didn’t. That was his fault. Not yours. We don’t do that shit here. You’re not in trouble.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I said so.” She sets the weapons on the windowsill, moving to join him on the bed. Absently, she rubs her wrist, watching him move chess pieces on the tablet screen.

“Are you any good?”

“Absolutely not.” The corner of his mouth curls into a smile, and he tilts the screen so she can see better.

“Can you do it?”

“Do what?”

“My medical exam.” He reaches for the paperwork and scans over it.

“I think so. It looks pretty basic. You okay with that?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright. Height and weight first.” They move through a series of simple, routine tests, and he checks off the papers. “Heart rate, temperature, I’m not sure what this means but it’s probably fine. Oh let me look in your ears with this little flashlight thing.” He shines the light in each ear, then writes something down. “Mhm, definitely potatoes growing in there.”

“What?”

“I don’t know, it’s an expression. I’m the last person to judge anyone’s ears,” he says with a grin, motioning towards his hearing aid. “Alright, last thing is bloodwork. You good?”

“Yeah.” She looks anywhere but her arm as he ties a rubber strap around it and preps the needle.

“Little pinch,” he murmurs as he slides it in her skin. She doesn’t flinch, but he rubs his thumb soothingly on her arm anyway as the vial fills. “You’re okay. Almost done. Deep breath.”

“It doesn’t make you less, you know,” she blurts out. He raises an eyebrow in question. “Your hearing aids. It doesn’t.”

“I know.” He places a band aid carefully on her arm. It’s bright purple, with cartoon dogs on it she doesn’t recognize, but one is wearing a police hat. “All done. I think we should go celebrate now with some burgers and a milkshake.”

“Just like that?” After everything, she expected punishment, not his typical carefree attitude and a smile.

“Yeah, Natasha. Just like that.“

#clintasha #clint barton x natasha romanoff #clintasha fanfic

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saiilorstars · 12 days ago

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ch.18: Goodbye Rubeus

Story Masterlist

Fandom: Sailor Moon (Crystal)

Rewrite of season 2, AU-ish in that there’s new OCs and the fusion of plots from the manga, crystal and the og series

Pairings: Eventual OFC x OMC, Usagi x Mamoru

Taglist: @ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @maaaaarveeeeel @stareyedplanet @foxesandmagic @kmc1989 @caplanbuckybarnes

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Asteria and Emica stood in the middle of their school's courtyard gazing up at the sky. Something about it was giving a rather hazy impression, like something was drawing closer...

"Do you feel it in the air?" Asteria quietly asked Emica.

"That odd feeling of...a presence?"

"Mhm," Asteria nodded, then glanced at her comrade. Both of them wore the same look of certainty.

"Sailor Circe is finally going to reawaken," they said in unison and with a touch of excitement. Sailor Circe was their scour leader; she always knew how to solve everything. With her finally awake and leading their group, they would find their princess for sure.

"And how would Sailor Circe greet us when she sees we have failed to work together like we are meant to?" Meroko's question made both girls turn to see the brunette standing behind them.

"She will see who's fault it is," Emica narrowed her eyes on Meroko but the latter returned the gesture.

"Yeah, and I'm looking right at her."

Anger flashed across Emica's face. "Do not forget your place, Hemera."

"Please," Asteria broke between them, actually pleading for a full stop. "If the Princess were here, she would be very disappointed in our behavior."

"That's just it, we don't know where she is," Emica snapped. "It's why I've subjected myself to such a ludicrous school system just to see if Reign is one of these teenagers. Perhaps we would have found her by now if someone" — she paused to glare at Meroko again — "wasn't more preoccupied fighting with the Silver Millenniums."

"I'll have you know that we've already taken down one Shadow from Senka's form," Meroko watched with satisfaction as both Emica and Asteria were left shocked. "Sailor Moon and one of the Black Moon Clan did it. I also discovered that Azula was not Reign. See, I'm being productive."

"When did this happen?" Asteria asked curiously.

"Two days ago. And now we're moving onto finding a different way to take down the next shadow in Senka." Meroko sighed, her entire demeanor changing. She didn't want to fight her comrades, much less her own sister. She would much rather they all work together. "We've already healed the Spectre Sisters from the Black Moon Clan and now we're definitely expecting retaliation from their commander, Rubeus. We're going to need all the help we can get." Emica looked away defiantly. "I wish to change our dynamic. I don't want us to deem ranks more important than our friendship. Emica, change is not bad. The circumstances that led us here were not good but we can still change its outcome. Please, think about that."

Asteria watched her sister leave and felt guilty. They never argued about anything. "Maybe she's right—"

"Oh don't," Emica shot her down with a wave of a hand. "Your sister's head has been brainwashed by those Silver Millenniums. She forgets who she is and where her place is."

Asteria glared. "She's not just some rank! She's one of us! Don't forget why Queen Nyx decided to put her in charge of protecting the barrier." With that, Asteria huffed and walked away. She was growing rather tired of Emica's stubborn ways.

~0~

Chibiusa found it difficult to stay so...calm...when she was just itching to get what she needed in order to go home. She discovered where Usagi kept her Legendary Silver Crystal after so long and now it was just at Chibiusa's fingertips...so close...

But she just needed to wait.

Admittedly she was never good at patience, but she needed to force herself to remember this was all for her family.

She poked her head into Usagi's bedroom and looked around to see if Luna was anywhere near. Usagi was taking a bath and Chibiusa doubted she would be out anytime soon. Quietly, she tiptoed into the room and scanned the area until she spotted the familiar brooch sitting on the bed stand.

"I'm just going to borrow it," she said, though the last time she said that it didn't go so well. "It's going to be different," she mumbled and picked up the brooch. Her Mommy would return it to this point in time after Crystal Tokyo was saved, Chibiusa was sure.

She then bolted out of the room, and out of the house.

~0~

Azula was tired of hearing the same scoldings over and over, but because she loved her friends so much she let them continue until they had nothing left to say about her secret plan with Meroko.

"You could have been killed!"

"It was truly irresponsible!"

"I was scared half to death!"

Azula shared the same bored glance with Meroko. The redhead ran a hand through her long hair and gestured with a hand to her friends if they were finished.

"You're not even sorry," Minako shook her head, completely disapproving of the secret plan.

"Of course not," Azula almost laughed. "At least now Senka will leave me the hell alone. You guys were just too soft to let me go through with it."

"It's one of the reasons why Emica and Asteria have doubts about working with you," Meroko added and immediately received hard glares.

"We're just not on the same page as you and we told you guys..." Makoto said sternly.

"But here's the thing," Azula raised a finger to remind them that this had been her decision and no one else's, "I made the call — my plan — and Meroko was nice enough to help me. You guys want to be mad at someone, be mad at me."

"We don't want to be mad at anyone," Ami sent the two girls soft smiles. She understood Azula's intentions and although she didn't like it, at least Azula was safe. "We just don't want you to try that again."

"I won't," Azula easily promised.

"Okay and since we're moving on, I wanted to tell you guys that I'm pretty sure Sailor Circe is waking up." Meroko hoped this piece of news would get them back on track to what really mattered. She herself was getting over the fact they had to start all over again with the Reign search.

"Really? How can you tell?" Minako asked.

"It's the odd sense in the air," Rei was the one to answer the question, bewildering the rest. Meroko nodded and gestured at Rei with gratitude. "I don't know how but...I think I can sense her. She's like...an ominous feeling, like..."

"Sailor Circe possesses different powers from a typical Sailor Scout. Magic runs through her veins and with it she has different senses that we," Meroko pointed between her and the Scouts, "wouldn't have."

"We're dealing with a witch then...nice," Azula shook her head at the computers.

"She's not a witch," Meroko rolled her eyes. "She's...mystical. But the important thing is the last of the Shadow Scouts is waking up and Circe is the most powerful out of all of us. She'll be able to put some order in our team..." she sighed, "She was always a good leader."

"Well then I guess we better start getting more sedatives," Minako figured they would need a large quantity just like last time considering each Shadow Scout tended to wake up like in a psychotic episode.

Meroko deadpanned the blonde girl for a long moment. "I'll have you know that I don't think Sailor Circe will awaken the same way that the others did."

"Why do you say that?" Ami inquired.

"Because Sailor Circe is protected by the same magic that I believe put Asteria and Emica into their deep sleep."

"I still say we should be prepared," Rei shrugged. You can never be too careful."

"Hm, that's funny," Azula's voice drew them to the girl at the computers.

"I doubt it will be." Meroko was the first to go up to her. "Is it Circe?"

"Um...no, I don't think so..." Azula zoomed in on the park's public cameras and located the source of a blinding light. "Whatever that is, it's releasing a ton of energy."

"The Black Moon Clan," Makoto assumed but still Azula shook her head.

"It doesn't look like the type of power they've been using on us."

"Whatever it is, we should check it out," Minako told them and took out her transformation stick.

"I'll call Usagi," Azula said and so they each split to do their tasks.

~0~

Chibiusa had never cried harder. She was sure she was saying the right words, holding her time key the right way...but she just couldn't get home. Did that mean there was no home to get to anymore? Had the Black Moon Clan destroyed everything? The idea made her cry even harder.

"Well, Rabbit, it seems you have saved me the trouble of searching for you," Rubeus appeared in midair, startling Chibiusa into silence. "Give me the Crystal!"

Chibiusa held the Silver Crystal close to her and shook her head. "It's not for you!"

Rubeus laughed. "But I think it is!" He thrust his hand and released the familiar dark power of the Malefic Crystal.

Chibiusa squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the energy to hit her...but it never did.

"How dare you try and hurt an innocent child!?" Sailor Asteria stood in front of Chibiusa. The ghosts of silver stars were spread around them like a barrier.

Rubeus came face to face with the unknown Sailor Scout. "You have no business here."

"That's rich coming from a time traveler," Sailor Asteria shook her head. "You've met my sister, Sailor Hemera, now meet me — Sailor Asteria, guardian of Night and Stars, and I will make you regret ever stepping foot into this era!"

"Sailor...Asteria..." There was no sign that Chibiusa didn't recognize the girl. It'd been the same as when she met the other Sailor Scouts.

"Run to safety, okay?" Sailor Asteria swiped an arm to the left and removed the two silver stars barricading behind Chibiusa. The pink-haired girl hesitated for a second but ultimately followed the order.

"I was wondering when you were going to show up," Rubeus surprised Sailor Asteria with. He too didn't seem to be in the dark about her. "What is it? The Shadow Scouts?"

"Hm, so there's a future where we also kick your ass? Doesn't sound like a bad future to me," Sailor Asteria smirked, even more so when Rubeus struck a growl.

He started firing repeatedly, possibly with one second gap between shots. Asteria jumped out of the way but was having a hard time keeping up. One of the energy blasts finally hit her and knocked her across the park. Her back hit one of the bench's metal legs.

"Your elder self would be so disappointed," Rubeus moved towards her in the air. "Then again, she doesn't have much to argue with. Last I heard she was fast asleep, poor little thing."

Sailor Asteria wasn't interested in hearing about her future, but the words did make her halt for a second. Asleep? She wouldn't just be 'asleep' and leave Reign defenceless. It had to be because of the Black Moon Clan.

"I guess if I destroy you right now, it's one less Sailor Scout to worry about in the future!" Rubeus raised his hands to shoot again, but a shrieking sonic cry blew him away like a ragdoll.

"I don't know who you think you are but I'll tell you who I am," Sailor Siren's voice rang clear in the sky. "The Sailor Scout of music and hypnosis - I am Sailor Siren!"

"Siren!" Sailor Asteria got up using the bench as support.

"You shouldn't have left like that!" Sailor Siren shot her comrade a sharp look.

One moment they were discussing possible strategies to find Reign and the next, Asteria blindly ran towards the golden light. Still, Sailor Siren wouldn't leave her alone. It was just them after all.

"Feel the rhythm of my lovely cry!" Sailor Siren sucked in a breath and used her deadly sonic cry on Rubeus.

The man grabbed his head and tried to cover away all the noise but it just wasn't possible. So he took another alternative. Snapping his fingers, his ship appeared over them, cutting short Sailor Siren's cry as a beam raced down on her.

"Siren!" Sailor Asteria got up and made a move towards her when the same beam caught her.

Rubeus laughed and slowly got back on his feet. With another snap of his fingers the two Scouts were pulled into the ship.

"No! No! No! NO!" Sailor Hemera came screaming into the park with the other Sailor Scouts except for Sailor Moon.

"Let them go, Rubeus!" Sailor Mars commanded.

"I've got a better idea," Rubeus rose into the air, feigning a thinking face. "How's about I take these two Shadow Scouts, not kill them, and wait until you exchange the rabbit and the Silver Crystal for them?" he loved seeing the terribly shocked Scouts. It meant he had the upper hand. Finally. "You've got three hours. Be sure to pass the message to Sailor Moon, won't you?"

And he disappeared.

~0~

"What were you doing with my brooch!?" Usagi snatched her brooch from Chibiusa's hands, ignoring the flinch the child gave.

She was furious. Not only had Chibiusa stolen from her but she'd also invoked a possible death massacre beginning with Sailor Asteria and Sailor Siren.

"Usagi..." It was Azula who managed to pull the blonde girl back. "Chill." The calm advisory only seemed to irritate Usagi more. "She's just a kid in the end. She doesn't know any better."

"Oh, that's rich! You weren't that calm when Reyna was here!" Usagi exclaimed.

Azula shrugged. "Yeah, alright..."

Usagi whirled around to face Chibiusa again, the quiet girl shrunk in her chair after so much yelling. "Which is yet another thing we don't know because you won't say! What happened to Reyna!? Are you sisters!?"

"Shouting isn't going to make her talk," Mamoru stopped her again. "We've seen that, remember?"

"It's not fair," Usagi crossed her arms and glared at the girl. "You come in, hypnotize my whole family, drive me nuts all day, keep secrets from us, steal my brooch and at the end of the day I'm the bad guy for snapping!?" she shook her head and stormed out of the base.

"She...needs to cool down before any plan can be made," Makoto sighed.

"I'll go talk to her," Mamoru gave Azula a nod to Chibiusa. She was in charge of the girl.

Azula moved over to the computers and started hacking into the street cameras. "Okay, well, we know where the spaceship is. That's an easy one."

Because Rubeus wasn't even attempting to hide himself. He parked his great big UFO ship directly above the district.

Ami joined Azula at the computers. She zoomed in on the ship and discovered readings of a protective barrier around the ship. "First thing's first, we'll need to break through the barrier."

"And how do we do that?" Minako got to thinking for a second.

"May I suggest combining your powers together and pushing through?" Azula raised a finger.

Rei chuckled and slowly pushed Azula's finger down. "You can...but it's easier to say that when you're not the one who's going to have to do it."

Azula cheekily smiled. "Yes, my bad. But it's still all we've got."

"It's not all," Chibiusa's voice was a frail whisper, but still the other girls knew she meant Rubeus' ultimatum.

Azula turned her chair around to the others girls. "I think...you should tell Usagi about the idea. I'll stay here..." her eyes drifted to Chibiusa who found the ground so interesting. "Good luck."

When they were gone, Azula cleared her throat and got up from her chair. She walked around to face Chibiusa's chair and sat on the ground, cross legged. With a straight face, she began to speak. "I discovered Sailor Moon's and the other scouts' identities after blackmailing Mamoru into arranging a meeting with them. I don't actually know what I'm doing half the time around here; I wish I had powers like my friends; I think Usagi's cooking is, for the most part, inedible but I don't say anything to spare her feelings. What else, what else?" she tapped her chin in genuine thought. "Oh! I actually had a crush on Mamoru in the beginning of the school year but once you see him try to play basketball, the magic just kinda goes away."

Chibiusa blinked several times with no idea what Azula had just done. Azula, on the other hand, merely smiled at the girl. "Why did you...why did you tell me all that?" Chibiusa asked.

"Those are things you don't know about me. But now you do. And...if it's possible, I'd like to know you too."

Chibiusa held her Luna P ball closely to her chest. "I can't...I don't... I'm sorry. I didn't mean for Rubeus to take Sailor Asteria and Sailor Siren. I just wanted to get home."

"With Usagi's Silver Crystal?"

"I was just borrowing it!" Chibiusa exclaimed. "I knew that once my Mommy woke up she would return the Silver Crystal to Usagi."

"So you wanted to use the Silver Crystal to help your mother. See, if you would have said something like that in the beginning, I know Usagi would have helped you."

Chibiusa hid behind her Luna P ball. "She's always shouting at me. She wouldn't have understood."

"But you need her to help. You came looking for Sailor Moon the same way Reyna came looking for Sailor Reign,"

Azula noticed something flash across Chibiusa's. She then quickly ducked her head. Azula waited for the girl to say something, or even to look at her again, but Chibiusa never did.

"That look...if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were guilty...but not for stealing the Silver Crystal tonight," Azula remarked cautiously, "Chibiusa, I keep asking you this and I sincerely hope that this time you answer me. Did something happen to Reyna?"

"I didn't mean to! I didn't mean for any of this to happen!" Chibiusa broke down in tears. "The Black Moon Clan came and destroyed the city before Queen Reign put up the barrier! Everyone in the city is asleep, or...or dead, I don't know! I don't know what happened to Reyna, I swear!" She jumped off her chair and threw her arms around Azula.

Azula wasn't sure how to respond to all that, but for the time being she supposed a hug would help Chibiusa calm down. It was clear that the little girl was in the middle of trouble way beyond her wits and years...and unfortunately the adults around her hadn't been able to beat the Black Moon Clan. She wondered who was left actually breathing in that city.

~0~

Even though it was a trap, the Sailor Scouts took Rubeus head on. It was the only plan they had and they didn't exactly have the time to think about anything else.

Luna and Artemis had taken control of the computers with Azula assisting in what she could. The girls were trying to break into the ship's barrier.

"Maybe we can use the Malefic Crystal against the barrier," Azula pulled out the pair of dark Crystal earrings Berthier had once worn. "You know, use it against itself?"

"But that would require us to calculate its energy levels and things have to be exact before we try anything," Artemis shook his head. "We don't have time for that."

Azula regretfully agreed and put away the earrings. Chibiusa came up behind the three and sighed. "It's my fault," she kept insisting. "I made a mistake and now two friends are hurt."

"Okay kid," Azula glanced over her shoulder, "the thing about mistakes is that it doesn't matter what we did, it's how we own up to them and fix them. You've already done your part so let us try to fix things." She gave an encouraging smile and returned to work.

Chibiusa was determined to fix things herself. If Azula was right, then she not only had to admit her mistake but she had to at least try and help. That's what her family did. Help people. It's what she would do now.

She silently tiptoed out of the base with her Luna P ball in hand until she disappeared.

~0~

"Nothing works!" Sailor Jupiter cried in exasperation after watching how Sailor Mars' fire didn't even scratch the protective barrier around the spaceship.

"Something has to work!" Sailor Hemera was the most frantic about their continuous failure.

"Maybe the combined powers idea isn't as far out as we thought" Sailor Venus remarked and turned to Sailor Moon to see what she said.

"Let's do it," Sailor Moon nodded. It was their best shot at getting into the barrier.

"But will it work including me?" Sailor Hemera wondered.

"The more power the better," Sailor Moon encouraged her to join them. At the end of the day, all Sailor Scouts were connected in some way, or at least that's the stuff that Luna and Artemis always rambled on about.

"And me!" Chibiusa's voice made all the girls freeze in their spots.

Even from the base, Azula, Luna and Artemis gawked at the sight of the little girl very present on the street.

"CHIBIUSA!" Azula shouted much like Usagi would in similar situations. When the hell had Chibusa left the base!?

"What is it?" Mamoru had come to join them in the base, totally in the dark about everything.

Azula pinched the bridge of her nose to keep all her snaps at bay. She pointed a manicured finger at the screen showing Chibiusa with the Sailor Scouts. In less than a second, Mamoru was out of the base again and running to retrieve the girl.

"Now I get Usagi's frustration," Azula rubbed her face then helplessly stared at the screens along with Luna and Artemis.

There was nothing anyone could do at this point.

~0~

"What are you doing here!?" Sailor Moon did not fail to make a scene out of the child's abrupt presence.

Chibiusa stood with her head held up high as she faced all the mortified Scouts. "I made a mistake and I have to own up to it and try to fix it."

"Oh, she listens to me now," the Scouts heard Azula bitterly say from the comms.

"Chibiusa, it's too dangerous for you to be here," Sailor Venus tried a much softer attempt than the previous time. It might be what they needed to push Chibiusa out of the place.

"I know Sailor Asteria and Sailor Siren in the future. They're assigned to protect Reyna but I know they love me too," Chibiusa ignored the shocked faces of the girls, knowing she was essentially telling them of the future. "They always let me help and they play games with me and Reyna. Right now, they're asleep in my city, because of the Black Moon Clan, but I can help them from here. I'm going to."

Her determination sparked awe from the Scouts. She seemed like a little scout herself. There was no backing down even when she was at a clear disadvantage.

"Well, well, well," Rubeus appeared in the air, protected by his barrier, "You've brought me Sailor Moon and the rabbit. Well done."

Sailor Moon immediately placed herself in front of Chibiusa. "You are not going to get away with this! Give us Sailor Asteria and Sailor Siren!"

"You know, I keep having better ideas than you girls," Rubeus snapped his fingers. Different purple beams shot down and started capturing some of the girls.

"No!" Sailor Moon cried out when Sailor Mercury and Sailor Venus got caught in the web of beams.

"Ah, who am I to break up the Sailor Scouts?" Rubeus began to laugh again as this time an entire beam scooped up the rest of the Scouts...and Chibiusa. "You're all invited to the party!"

The last beam attempted to catch Sailor Hemera but the girl put up a fight with a strange golden light. It was a light unlike the other Scouts, a familiar light that planet Earth had...

"Is she...?" Azula had to cover her eyes even from the computer screen.

"Channeling her power from the sun? Yes, she is," Luna quickly mapped out the energy levels Sailor Hemera was giving. It seemed to push back the Malefic energy but there was no assurance of how long Hemera would last.

"And look what's happening in the sky..." Artemis was gazing at another source of energy, a different one from Hemera's.

It was a dark pink beam seemingly exploding into the sky, causing a ripple effect.

"Could that be...Sailor Circe?" Azula quickly moved her chair closer to Artemis.

"Sailor Hemera's energy must be acting like a beacon for Sailor Circe!"

"She did say Sailor Circe might not awaken the same way that Asteria and Emica did," Azula remembered Meroko's words. She gazed back at the other screen showing them Hemera's ongoing battle with Rubeus' trapping beam. "We're mapping out her power levels right? Down to the bone?"

"You bet," Luna nodded, still doing that as she spoke. "Research of the Shadow race is of top priority."

"Good, because I don't think Hemera is going to last very long..." Azula sadly watched as the Malefic beam pulled out a second round of power that easily engulfed Hemera's body.

Sailor Hemera was the last Scout to be captured. Rubeus took home a mighty quantity of Sailor Scouts featuring a little girl of tremendous power.

~ 0 ~

Hours later...

"And you're sure this is the place?" Mamoru didn't attempt to hide his lack of patience and frustration from Azula nor the cats behind them.

He was gazing at some creepy, dirty alleyway where apparently Sailor Circe's power had been tracked to just before the girls were taken. To him, it looked like any ordinary alleyway. Putrid smell and nothing useful.

"We tracked the origin point of the energy Circe dispelled earlier," Azula explained, holding out a handheld device currently beeping the closer they got to the right spot. "This is where it led to."

"Azula, it's an alleyway." Mamoru was unusually harsh with his tone but Azula paid no attention to it.

"Well obviously I can see that," she remarked casually, totally unphased by his demeanor. He, in turn, was unphased by her sardonic tone. "But this is where the signal is leading us to, so deal with it. Finding Sailor Circe is the only card we have to get the others back unless you can somehow beam us up into that spaceship?"

Mamoru rolled his eyes at her. "Fine, but what do we do then? Follow that thing until it leads us to a literal wall?"

Azula came to a sudden stop and he bumped into her back. Again, she wasn't phased. "No, the first part of the plan was getting to the source of her powers. Now we're onto phase 2."

"Phase two?" repeated Mamoru, unimpressed.

Azula looked down at Luna and Artemis. They'd come up with a plan alright.

"We think you could find Sailor Circe's location through your abilities," Luna spoke up. She headed up to a spot on the ground where there was an oddly formed crack. "We believe this is where the energy Sailor Circe dispersed came from."

"Underground?" Mamoru gazed at the ground with some horror.

"It's reasonable to think that these girls were covered up as the centuries went on," Artemis joined Luna over the crack. "Eons ago, this place could have been the Shadow Kingdom's garden or palace or something along those lines."

"Yeah, things get buried," Azula shrugged. "History 101."

"Alright, fine," Mamoru walked up to the two cats and bent down. At this point he would try anything if it meant bringing Usagi and the others back. He placed a hand on the ground and focused on finding the missing Scout.

He saw a few visions in which a black haired girl was aimlessly walking the streets. Her eyes seemed permanently wide as she took in everything she passed by, including the people.

Above her, the scenery panned to a large building with a blinking sign advertising free gym membership for a month.

Mamoru raised his hand off the ground and straightened up, turning to meet Azula's anxious self. "She's walking by the Kalo Gym."

"But that's like...two blocks away from here," Azula threw a thumb over her shoulder, soon realizing just how close they were to their solution. With one look at each other, she and Mamoru bolted from the alleyway, leaving Luna and Artemis to dash after them.

~0~

When Sailor Moon awoke, she found herself in a room seemingly made out to be from dark glass. Strangely enough, the glass held no reflections.

"Sailor Moon!" Chibiusa crawled over to her. Her Luna P ball bounced behind her. "Everyone's gone!"

"What?" Sailor Moon shook her grogginess and examined the room they were in. It was true. They were the only ones there. "Where is everyone?" She got up on her feet and turned around twice to catch sight of anyone else.

"Hidden amongst my glass labyrinth, of course," Rubeus appeared in the air again. The malicious look on his face gave Sailor Moon shivers. "They can be returned if you give up the rabbit and your Silver Crystal the easy way."

Sailor Moon didn't believe him one bit. "You're not going to get anything."

Rubeus raised an eyebrow. "Would you like to wager then? One final game?" Sailor Moon's eyebrows knitted together in suspicion. Rubeus lowered himself to the floor and snapped his fingers to reveal the Sailor Scouts hung up on glass crosses.

"No!" Sailor Moon tried running to them but Rubeus snapped his fingers again and made the girls disappear. "Where are they? Tell me now!"

"They're on the ship, obviously. My wager is simple, really. An old-fashioned one-on-one fight between you and me."

Sailor Moon hesitated to believe it would be that simple. "Why?"

"Why?" Rubeus laughed shortly before glaring at her. "Because you turned my loyal followers into weakling humans. You've foiled all my plans and now I'm on the verge of death. If I bring your corpse and the rabbit I'm sure to be forgiven."

"You don't have to do this—"

"Spare me the lecture. I'm not the Spectre sisters. So, what do you say? One last fight?"

Sailor Moon bit her lip nervously. She glanced back at Chibiusa who was fearfully staring at Rubeus. There weren't many options...

Rubeus snapped his fingers and each of the unconscious Sailor Scouts re-appeared behind him, bound to the glass crosses.

~0~

"How are we ever going to find her around here?" Azula helplessly stared at the dozens of people walking down the streets. Luna and Artemis popped their heads from her bag to see what they were dealing with.

Mamoru was just a little up ahead, very focused on their search. His eyes bounced from one black-haired woman to the next. Azula nearly crashed into two people trying to catch up with him, and she was sure the cats were being jostled in her bag too.

"What does she look like at least?" Azula asked more questions that went unanswered. She sighed and broke into a sprint when Mamoru took a sudden turn down the block.

Suddenly, he broke into a full on run.

"WAIT!" Azula cried and tried her best to run after him despite getting scolded by people she was crashing into.

Mamoru had spotted a tall, black-haired girl who seemed to be watching every single thing around her with her head whipping in all the directions. It had to be Sailor Circe in a civilian form. All of a sudden she'd started to run and so Mamoru needed to follow her in order to get her.

He finally cornered her into an alleyway...or so he thought.

"You're following me," her raspy voice stated once the two were still. She turned around then, revealing some pale skin but shining black eyes. There was something twitchy about her, her fingers kept fiddling with each other. "Why?"

"I-I need your help, we need your help," Mamoru motioned he was coming in peace, raising his hands in the air. She tilted her head but even that was in pauses. Her eyes were blinking unusually fast too. "Are you alright?"

"How do you know about me?" she asked without any subtlety about her true form. It was as if...

"You know that I know about you?"

"You wouldn't follow a random person just because. You know me, you want something. I can feel it."

"Okay, fine," Mamoru thought this might be a little easier then if they could skip the whole introductions about secret identities. "I'm Endymion reincarnated—" her eyes stopped blinking for only a second in response, "—and your comrades and my friends need your help."

"Sailor Hemera," she blurted like it'd been a secret she'd been holding for ages. She flexed her hands repeatedly with no known desired action. "I felt her rage. I felt her power. It's what drove me to awaken."

"She's been taken by a powerful dark person and if you don't help them, they're going to get killed."

"There you are!" Azula came running in and stopped just beside Mamoru. Hands on her knees, she tried to catch her breath. Luna and Artemis jumped out of her bag, one over the other.

"Silver Milleniums," Circe gazed at the cats with wonder. "You've been reincarnated like Queen Nyx said you would be."

"It's her, then?" Azula pointed at the girl and took in a deep breath to finally get herself back in order.

"We need your help," Mamoru repeated to Circe. "We need to get on a spaceship that's protected by a barrier and God knows what else."

"I can't!" Circe exclaimed and bit her nails. "I-I have this power and I...it wants to explode! I can't..."

"Um, just to clarify," Azula raised a finger in the air, "you're holding the same excess powers that the previous Shadow Scouts have had?"

"Of course I would have. It was I who cast the sleeping spell."

Both Mamoru and Azula blinked at the revelation.

"You put Asteria and Siren to sleep?" asked Azula after a moment of silence.

"Queen Nyx ordered me to," Circe swallowed and balled her fists. "The energy inside me is bubbling...it needs to be released..."

"Release it then," Mamoru said, eyes raising to the sky. "But let's do it in a special spot..."

Circe followed his gaze to the sky and swallowed hard.

~ 0 ~

Sailor Moon cried out in pain when another of Rubeus' dark attacks blasted her against a wall. She summoned up her Moon Rod, even though her body ached terribly. "Moon...Princess...Halation!"

The golden wasps of energy were deflected with a swing of Rubeus' arm. He snapped his fingers and shut down the gravity in the room. Sailor Moon was pushed hard against the ground like something was weighing over her.

Chibiusa had plastered herself against a different wall. Her eyes fearfully flickered from Sailor Moon to Rubeus. The odds were not getting better. Rubeus shifted the gravity again so that Sailor Moon flew up to the ceiling. The blonde struggled to get her landing and glared at the laughing Rubeus. It was then that Chibiusa noticed the glowing Malefic Crystal at the other end of the room.

I wonder...She thought about an idea, a crazy idea...

But those happened all the time. Sometimes, they were crazy enough to work.

She started tiptoeing towards the Malefic Crystal...

"We're leaving Earth's orbit," Rubeus informed Sailor Moon in passing.

Sailor Moon reached out to the ceiling and used it to crawl like a spider would towards the nearest window. She gasped when she saw the deep darkness of space surrounding them. "Oh no..."

"Looks like you won't be escaping at all," Rubeus smirked. "I don't know how...but we will stop you!" Sailor Moon aimed her moon rod at him again, ready to try the attack with all its force.

Rubeus wouldn't take the chance. He killed the gravity and watched her crash face first onto the ground.

She was sure she'd just broken her nose right there. "Ow..." she gingerly touched her nose.

Chibiusa reached the glowing Malefic Crystal and took in a deep breath before wrapping her arms around it. The moment she came in contact with it, she felt the incredible pain shoot through. Her scream caused a momentary energy to flash on her forehead, but it only made Rubeus laugh.

"Well, at least now I'm certain you're the Rabbit." He thrust a hand forwards and slammed Sailor Moon into the wall again. "But let me just take care of this one first."

Sailor Moon readied herself to intake the attack but it would be damned if she would make it easy. Her Moon Rod met his dark energy and the two streams battled for dominance.

Chibiusa continued her own battle against the Malefic Crystal. The thing was just too heavy for her. And it hurt a lot. Her fingers were getting too numb from the pain. Were they beginning to slip? Oh no...she had to hold on...just a bit longer...

"Together now, Chibiusa!"

"Mamoru?" Chibiusa blinked at Tuxedo Mask beside her. He wrapped his arms around the crystal, along with hers, and started pulling the Crystal out.

Sailor Circe made her own presence known with an attack. "Magic sparkle venom!"

Rubeus didn't account for an attack from the side. His body rolled to a stop on the ground. "Who was that!?"

"A transcendental Guardian, I am the Guardian of Magic and Illusions - Sailor Circe!" The dark-haired girl had commanded authority despite her current frail-looking condition. Both Rubeus and Sailor Moon stared at her in awe. Sailor Circe twirled her staff and aimed its threatening sharp point at Rubeus. "You will pay for imprisoning my comrades and these Silver Milleniums! Feel the wrath of a Shadow Scout!" She let the bubbling energy inside her finally reach its climax and burst out of her like a crashing wave.

Rubeus was prepared to protect himself with his powers, but at that moment Chibiusa and Tuxedo Mask had successfully pulled out the Malefic Crystal and cut his source of power. "NOOOO!" he screamed at them but was soon engulfed in Sailor Circe's power.

Sailor Moon crawled towards her friends and ignored her injuries as best as she could. She didn't understand how Sailor Circe was found so quickly, nor how she and Tuxedo Mask had gotten on board but she was thankful they had.

Sailor Circe's power slowly died down, but the chaos it ensued afterwards was drastic. The ship rocked dangerously and sparks exploded from every corner. The responsible Scout fell to the floor, barely conscious.

"Circe!" Sailor Hemera cried first when she came to. She wobbled on her feet but she made it to her comrade.

"What's happening!?" Chibiusa fell into Tuxedo Mask's arms from the rockus of the ship. They pulled the Malefic Crystal out of its place, shouldn't that mean good things should be happening?

"You fools!" Rubeus laid crumpled on the floor, one hand over his abdomen. "The Malefic Crystal you pulled out controlled the ship! Thanks to your little witch friend over there, it went into overdrive. The ship's about to explode! And you're all going to die with me!"

"Can't Sailor Circe just teleport again?" Sailor Hemera shook her friend in question a bit.

Sailor Siren and Sailor Asteria rushed over to check on the eldest scout.

"She's too weak," Sailor Siren shook her head. "She used up all her excess energy anyways."

"Okay, but we can still do the Sailor Teleport," Sailor Venus pushed herself up on her feet.

"But Sailor Moon is still weak too," Sailor Mars reminded.

Sailor Moon shook her head. "I can do it," she assured. She stood tall and proud. "Let's hurry!"

The Sailor Scouts gathered in a circle with Chibiusa and Tuxedo Mask (holding Sailor Circe's unconscious form) in the middle.

Just minutes before the ship exploded with Rubeus, they teleported out.

~ 0 ~

It was dawn when the group re-appeared in the familiar streets of the Juuban district. Azula had waited for hours with Luna and Artemis, despite it being cold and dark out. None of them could bear to leave not knowing what became of their friends. She knew her sister would be furious for never coming home but when Azula saw her friends returning...it was well worth it.

"You're back!" she exclaimed and dashed forwards to give everyone hugs. She only stopped when she reached Sailor Siren and instead gave a little smile.

"And you're all okay!" Luna went scampering behind to see the group.

Artemis went directly into Venus' arms. "We were really worried!"

"What happened?" Azula stepped back to see what news she would get.

Chibiusa was the first to answer as she came practically bouncing to Azula. "I owned up to my mistake and I tried to fix it!"

Azula's smile was wide and fake. "And next time don't go putting yourself in danger just to prove my point!" Chibiusa still laughed. "Come here!" Azula pulled her into another hug. "I'm so glad you're all okay."

"Not all of us," Sailor Siren bitterly gazed upon her unconscious Leader. "She expelled too much energy..."

"She just needs to rest," Sailor Mercury reassured her. "We've seen it happen to you and Sailor Asteria."

"She took down Rubeus all on her own," Chibiusa told Azula in a rapid explanation. "She's just as powerful as she was in my home."

"We should get her to rest," Sailor Hemera said. "We'll take her back to our place where we can look after her."

Sailor Asteria cleared her throat suddenly and nervously looked at Sailor Moon. "Thank you...for coming to help us."

Sailor Moon was surprised by the sentiment but nonetheless smiled. "You're welcome."

Sailor Asteria then sent Sailor Siren a sharp glance, nodding to her to do the same. Sailor Siren rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Yeah, thanks," she took Sailor Circe from Tuxedo Mask and started on the way home.

"Really," Sailor Asteria smiled at the group, for the first time genuine, "thank you. We didn't deserve it and yet you still came. Maybe...my sister has better judgement than I have had."

Sailor Hemera smiled at her sister. "We'll see you guys later," she told the group and rushed off with Sailor Asteria.

"So...what exactly happened on that ship?" Azula asked the remainder after the girls were gone.

"Let's just say, Rubeus won't be coming back," Sailor Jupiter made a cutting motion across her neck.

Azula's eyes widened for a second before the shock wore off and was replaced with concern. "That leaves the question, doesn't it?" her friends hadn't understood what she meant right away and she really hated to be the one to take their momentary win away. "If Rubeus is gone, then...who's coming for us next?"

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goatsandgangsters · 7 years ago

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tell me what you know about the fallouts

ohohohohoh SO General Fallouts:

there are… presumably four Fallouts, but conceivably there could be five? I’ve literally only ever heard people talk about New Vegas and Fallout 4, which IMPLIES THERE AT AT LEAST TWO OTHERS but I don’t know if NV counts in the numbering or not, so there might be three other secret fallouts that no one ever talks about

general principle of The Fallouts is that it’s like….. post-nuclear apocalypse? has a fun retro 50s vibe, despite the—you know—apocalypse. but it’s also still futurey? anyway that happened and society like, p much died and I guess we’re in the future now but we stalled out with the 50s aesthetic

so we’ve got—I GUESS???—Fallouts 1 and 2. in all my time on the internet, no one has ever mentioned these. I know absolutely zero things. I don’t think anyone else does either. I mean, YOU—kARA—PROBABLY DO but you know All The Things so

has a catchy soundtrack

drink coke

the only Fallout that matters, Fallout: New Vegas

Benny Siegel is there. You can fuck and/or murder him. I’m sure this is exactly the legacy he would have wanted. It takes place in—surprise, surprise—New Vegas, which is Las Vegas, but NEW and post-apocalyptic. I really… don’t know what you do in this game, besides fetch quests across the Nevada desert and banging gangsters. But frankly, that sounds like absolutely sufficient game play to me. Seriously, what more do you need?

OH, THERE’S CANNIBALISM. That’s what more you need. You can be a cannibal. It’s frowned upon and your companions don’t like it, but fuck them, live your truth

Dead Money (??) sucks and is hard

Fallout 4: Oh Hey I Live Here

It’s set in Boston, which is where I live. Fallout 4 is the reason why I see tourists outside Faneuil Hall taking pictures of the sign marking it as an actual fallout shelter.

You can visit many historical sites in and around Boston, such as the Boston Common and the Boston Public Library (and its courtyard, which is has in the game and in real life). However, to my knowledge, you usually don’t get attacked by giant mutant bugs in current actual Boston.

In terms of the game’s objective, you have……. a son? You’re supposed to go find your son? Nobody actually cares about their own son and just goes off and does fetch quests instead? None of us were cut out for parenthood, only video games

Companions

I’m separating this off because I’ve osmosis’d some companions but I don’t know if they’re in NV or F4

YOU HAVE A DOG. I know you definitely have a dog in F4 but I think you might always have a dog? I’m not sure. I just know you have a dog. This is an important quality in a video game. He’s A Good Boy.

There’s like, a snarky robot that floats after you wielding menacing attachments that make me think of the dentist’s office. I think it has a British accent and talks shit about you, but I could just be personifying

There’s a creepy looking guy with like… no skin? Kind of zombie-esque if you will? But I’m also pretty sure people ADORE him, generally, so I might catch shit for calling him creepy. I think he’s F4?

I mean, I know there’s a mod where you can turn Benny into a companion so you don’t HAVE to murder him. It’s a pity the same could not be said of the Havana Conference.

Your companions get really pissy when you loot dead bodies, which like… come on guys. the world has fucking ended. society has collapsed. JUST LOOT THE DAMN BODIES AND GET ON WITH YOUR PROBABLY SHORT LIVES (there’s mutant bugs and shit, okay, you’re probably gonna die)

there are Factions. I don’t know what that means. But I know they exist. Sometimes people bicker about which Faction they agree with. There are some creeps who seem like “oh hey, welcome to our perfect little commune” and you’re like “oh haha this is great, so much better than wandering the post-apocalyptic wasteland” and thEN (I don’t know what comes after the “and then.” I just know there IS an “and then.” Maybe this is where the cannibalism comes in)

OH THAT QUOTE, THAT ONE QUOTE, people are always posting that quote about like “the fire within me etc etc the fire around me” on inspiration blogs and shit, but then it’s just like… it’s just some dude. it’s just what some dude in fallout said. I think he might be kind of a fucked up dude.

send me a fandom I’m not in and I’ll tell you what I’ve learned via dash osmosis

#meyerlansky #dash osmosis meme #I DON'T REALLY KNOW VIDEO GAMES. I JUST KNOW GANGSTERS #also to the viewers at home who aren't dating me:#I point out the Boston Public Library courtyard because kara and I have an inside joke about it #where kara was playing F4 shortly after moving here and was like #'yeah the BPL is in the game but it this like... random courtyard?'#and I was like 'oh yeah the courtyard. mhm. it has that'#and kara was like 'IT ACTUALLY HAS A COURTYARD?????'#so now we're always like 'the library—with the courtyard that it actually has for real'

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moonlight404-translates · 2 years ago

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A3! Mikage Hisoka | SR - Strawberry KISS | Translation

Quote: “I haven’t been able to take a nap in the courtyard lately. It has been raining a lot. I made a teru teru bozu, so... the rain should stop.”

Thanks Noodles for your help proofreading the backstage!! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

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Disclaimer: Neither English nor Japanese is my native language, but I did my best with the translation. If you find any mistakes, feel free to tell me. By the way, Director’s name will be Izumi.

A Request to the Teru Teru Bozu /1

Izumi: (It’s also raining today… the sun hasn’t come out lately.) Hisoka: Zzz… Homare: Come on, Hisoka-kun. Wake up! Hisoka: Ngh. Izumi: A-Ahmm, is everything alright? Homare: Ah, Director-kun. It is as you see, Hisoka-kun won’t wake up at all. Hisoka: …I’m awake. Homare: Dear… you will block the way for others sleeping in the middle of the corridor. Izumi: Why are you sleeping in a place like this? Hisoka: Actually, I wanted to sleep in the courtyard, but it’s raining. Izumi: I see. Yeah, it has been raining a lot these days. Homare: Indeed, there’s nothing we can do about it. Homare: But I must admit I’m frustrated about not being able to hold a tea gathering in the courtyard for so long. Homare: …Ah, inspiration has come to me! Homare: Would you come to this tea gathering in the rain? Maybe rainy but a tea party! Homare: What do you think? A fine poem, don’t you agree? Hisoka: Zzz… Izumi: Ah, just when I thought he would be awake for a while. Homare: Oh, dear… didn’t you have to work at Guy’s shop today? Hisoka: …You’re right. Homare: Then, hurry up and get ready. Izumi: Good luck at work, Hisoka-san! Hisoka: …Mhm.

Guy: Mikage. This is for table three. Hisoka: Okay. Also, table one asked for a Moscow Mule. Guy: Understood. Guy: …Mh. Hisoka: What’s the matter? Guy: It seems like we run out of stock of mixer drinks. I thought I bought more of them… Hisoka: I can go to buy them. You stay in the bar, Guy. Guy: It’s raining. I apologize, but are you alright with me asking you that favor? Hisoka: Sure. I’ll be back.

Hisoka: (...I’m sure this will be enough.) Hisoka: (...The rain hasn’t stopped at all.) Cat: …Meow. Hisoka: (...A cat’s meow? Where did it come from?) Hisoka: Under those eaves… it might be taking shelter from the rain. Cat: Meow~ Hisoka: There, there. Cat: Purr, purr. Meow~ Hisoka: …I want to play with you, but I have to go back. Guy is waiting for me. Hisoka: Be careful not to get wet, okay? Cat: Meow~ Hisoka: Hm? Hisoka: (So there was a poster displayed here. I didn’t notice it.) Hisoka: —!

Kumon: It’s raining again today~ Muku: There’s no choice. It’s because of the season. I’ve started to miss the sunny days. Hisoka: ...Sigh. Tsumugi: Is there something wrong, Hisoka-kun? You let out a sigh after looking outside the window... Azuma: Maybe he had plans to go out somewhere. Homare: He mentioned he couldn’t sleep in the courtyard because of the rain. So Hisoka-kun might be tired of this never-ending rain. Hisoka: … Yuki: I hope tomorrow is sunny. The weather forecast is not good, though. Tsumugi: Do you have something to do? Misumi: Mhm! The summer troupe will have a picnic~ Homare: I see. The weather determines if you carry it out or not. Kazunari: For these cases, the solution is making teru teru bozus! Azuma: Teru teru bozus? The summer troupe makes them often. Muku: I’m someone who attracts the rain. The teru teru bozu’s efficacy might drop because of me… Yuki: You’re overthinking it. It has worked quite well before. Kazunari: That’s right! The boy who attracts the sun is here too! Misumi: Let’s get ready~ Hisoka: …I will make one too. Kazunari: Oh, Hiso Hiso will join us too!? Kumon: Let’s make them together~! Tsumugi: So Hisoka-kun misses taking a nap in the courtyard that much. Azuma: Fufu. There might be another reason he wants it to be sunny.

A Request to the Teru Teru Bozu /2

Muku: The summer troupe's teru teru bozus usually have a face drawn on them. Hisoka: Oh, I see… Yuki: Also, we attach our favorite ribbon to it as a necktie. Kazunari: You need to decorate yours too, Hiso Hiso! How about starting with the face? Misumi: I will use this triangle I picked up earlier to make the head of the teru teru bozu! Misumi: I spin it like this to cover it… and it’s done~! Kumon: Awesome! That’s impressive, Sumi-san! Yuki: A teru teru bozu with a triangle head is innovative. A bit too much, though. Hisoka: …Can I use anything to make the head? Kazunari: Yep! Generally, you make it by rolling some tissues~ Kazunari: But the effectiveness will somehow rise if you put something important inside! Kumon: Really!? Yuki: First I've heard of that. Hisoka: Something important… Hisoka: Then I’ll use marshmallows. Some cheap ones. Kazunari: Sounds good to me! Misumi: It seems soft to the touch. So nice~! Muku: Tomorrow will be sunny for sure with this! Hisoka: …Mhm.

Izumi: It’s been a while since we had a lovely day like today. Azuma: It seems like the teru teru bozu that the summer troupe made with Hisoka worked in the end. Tsumugi: I think this weather is nice enough for them to have enjoyed their picnic. Izumi: Yeah, me too. They should be back soon. - Hisoka enters the room - Hisoka: I’m back. Izumi: Ah, Hisoka-kun. Welcome home. Tsumugi: Did you go out too, Hisoka-kun? Hisoka: Mhm. Azuma: And you even brought some packages with you. Hisoka: These… are freshly-made marshmallows from a sweet festival that’s currently exhibiting them. Tsumugi: Freshly-made marshmallows? Izumi: Wow, they are colorful and fancy! Hisoka: I couldn’t go to buy them if they canceled it because of the rain… I’m glad today was sunny. Tsumugi: I understand… that’s why you made a teru teru bozu too. Azuma: Fufu. You never change, Hisoka. Izumi: So they were holding that type of festival. Hisoka: I found a poster about it when I went to play with a cat sheltering from the rain.

Choose 1: Are there other sweets?

Izumi: There might be other sweets as well! I’m a bit curious about them. Tsumugi: Sweets… I feel like Juza-kun would be interested in them. Azuma: Fufu, I agree. Hisoka: Then… I’ll invite them next time I go. Of course, Director can come too. Izumi: Thanks, I can’t wait.

Choose 2: All thanks to the cat.

Izumi: Then, because of the cat, you learned about the sweet festival. Hisoka: It was a pretty friendly cat… maybe it was the marshmallow god in disguise. Izumi: Haha. In that case, you have to show your gratitude to it. Hisoka: Mhm. I’ll say thanks to it when I meet it again.

Izumi: Even so, that seems like a considerable amount of freshly-made marshmallows to eat all by yourself—. - Tenma comes in - Tenma: I’m back. Kazunari: That picnic was fun–! Misumi: I found a new triangle~! Izumi: Welcome back. Kumon: But, what are you doing gathered here? Hisoka: …Here. For you. Tenma: Hm? These are… marshmallows? Kazunari: What, these are super puffy! Yuki: Heh, their color is cute too. Hisoka: Those are freshly-made marshmallows I bought at a sweet festival. …Please, eat them. Muku: Can we really take them? Yuki: They seem exclusive. Hisoka: …I could buy them because it was sunny today. Hisoka: That means, it was all thanks to you and the teru teru bozu. Thanks. Muku: So that was it! Kumon: I’m glad you could buy them without problems. Kazunari: Since you insist, time to try them! Misumi: Thanks, I’m taking one~! Tenma: Those are as good as the ones on my filming sets. Yuki: If I’m not wrong, Tenma wasn’t with us yesterday. Are you sure you want to give some to him? Tenma: W-What are you saying!? Hisoka: There are many of them. Let’s eat them all together. Hisoka: Director, Tsumugi and Azuma too. Izumi: Thanks, Hisoka-san. Azuma: It’s cute how absorbed they are in eating the marshmallows. Tsumugi: A scene that makes you smile. Izumi: Fufu. Indeed. Hisoka: Munch, munch… so tasty.

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Note: If you’re curious about how a teru teru bozu with triangle head looks like, Misumi made one before in the A3! Web Manga

#a3! translation #hisoka mikage #a3!#a3! hisoka #a3! backstage story #a3! specialty of pâtissiers event

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fandom-monium · 4 years ago

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For the Holidays

Summary: In which Spencer does not want to go to his high school reunion, but you tagging along changes things. “You doubting my skills, Dr. Reid?”

WC: 2.1k

Tags/Warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fake-dating trope, pining (so much pining), Morgan trying to be a good big bro (and wingman)

Spencer Reid does not hate Christmas.

“Reid, come on⎼”

“No.”

“Just listen to me.”

“I did, and it’s a stupid idea.”

No, really. Because hating Christmas would imply he didn’t care. Which he does.

Like when Garcia never fails to drag him into decorating the bullpen every year. Obnoxious Christmas music plays in the background as they bomb Hotch’s office, and it’s worth the smile on his face when he walks in the next morning.

It would mean hating Rossi and his extravagant dinner parties. And yeah, he always hosts but these are just as special if not more so. His mansion is decked in fairy lights and streamers, the food are traditional holiday recipes, and the whole place seems a little less massive.

And he doesn’t hate his breaks. He nearly spits out his coffee when Morgan grumbles about how he almost tripped and fell over from the ice. He has to scramble away as the older man bats at him.

Or when Prentiss drops off holiday-themed pastries? Mhm, just thinking of the ribbon-tied box makes him salivate.

Hating the Christmas card is completely out of the question. Henry and Michael make them every year for the entire team, and JJ makes an effort to shake them out carefully for. It has a boyish charm Spencer never had at their age, a mess of glitter and construction paper. He displays it on his desk anyway.

And you. It would mean hating all the various hot chocolate beverages you’ve made since December started.

Apparently, it’s serious business⎼the art of hot chocolate making. You’ve leaned against his desk, hands waving about as you try to articulate to him the relevance, going over anything and everything you can remember of its history and significance. Of course, he knows all of this already, but he likes you too much to stop you. He almost releases a loving sigh. Instead, he settles for nodding and grinning at you, and he doesn’t really get it but he loves it: the hot chocolate, your pensive expression as you await his critique, even though by now he’s sure you know he has no other comments except ‘delicious’.

He loves it all. He loves you⎼all of you guys. Obviously.

So, no. He does not hate Christmas.

But that doesn’t mean he loves it either.

Which is why, when Morgan leans against his desk, he greets him as normal, a smile forming on his lips as he sets his book down. There is no danger here, except Morgan’s guns. And the heinous green and red envelope between his fingers⎼

Where the hell did he get that.

Spencer’s blood froze. His collection of trauma was nothing compared to this.

Now here he is, packing away his things so he can go home to his warm, cozy apartment and order takeout like he does every year. He's not one for change. No need to break tradition.

But Morgan is acting like a child. Wait, no, even children are better behaved than this. Children at least give up faster.

“I’m telling you, it’s a good idea.”

“As a certified genius, I can say with all honesty, it is not.”

“I promise you it’ll be fine,” Morgan reassures him, voice soothing. The letter, colorful and bright and an eye sore, mocks Spencer. He wishes his reflexes were faster, so he can snatch the abhorrent cluster of sparkles and poorly printed holiday cartoons. And shred it.

Maybe if he glares hard enough, it’ll burst into flames.

“Morgan, my class hated me. The whole school hated me,” Spencer shoves another book into his satchel. It's harder than he means to, and he sends a silent apology to Stephen King; he usually handles his books with care. But not right now. Now, he's tired and exasperated and he just wants to curl up on his couch with The Doctor. "I'm sure I won't be missed."

"But you’re the life of the party!"

Spencer looks up.

Morgan winces, "Yeah, even I wouldn't believe me.” Spencer snorts, continuing to stuff his belongings into his satchel. Morgan’s relentless however. “But you deserve to show them up. You’ve got degrees⎼plural⎼and you're a hotshot FBI agent.”

“Are you not aware of the tragedy that is my high school social experience?”

“Oh, I'm very aware, and thank you for being vulnerable with me. But it's because I care that I’m telling you.”

Morgan’s hand falls heavy on his shoulder, making Spencer pause. He meets his gaze, the man’s expression solemn.

“You deserve to rub it in their faces until the only thing they can smell is your success.”

Morgan grins when that draws out a laugh from him.

Spencer huffs, “Shouldn't we be the bigger person here by not going?”

The older man grimaces, retracting his hand as if the idea offends him. “Fuck that. Be a show off! They deserve to be knocked down a peg after what they did to you in high school.”

Spencer bites his lip. Yes, he’s accomplished, and yeah, as Morgan said, he’s a ‘hot shot FBI agent’. But the memories surge in like a broken dam, cruel laughter and harsh words crashing into him as if he’s twelve years old again. He’s an adult now, so he doesn’t topple over from the impact like before, but the pain is a phantom limb, old and familiar, and leaves a pit in his stomach.

He was a child prodigy then. How would going back as he is now be any different?

Morgan's heart clenches when an unspoken pain flits across Spencer’s face, glossing over his eyes. He can't imagine how deep the emotional scars go, but he knows Spencer needs some form of closure from his past. So when he found the invite, he knew they had to seize the chance. If he wants to continue to move forward, Spencer has to learn to let go. And right now, this is his first class ticket. It’s why he’s pushing this so hard.

This is for Spencer.

But the doctor shakes his head, a strained smile tugging his lips. “Morgan, I had no friends. Even if I go, what am I supposed to do once I arrive? It'd be awkward enough as is.”

“True,” The older man contemplates, a light bulb going off as he snaps his fingers. “You know what you should do? Ask (Your Name) to go with you.”

“(Your Name)?” Spencer jolts, fumbling to catch his phone. Despite being a man of science, his eyes dart around, like you’re a demon summoned at the mention of your name. “Wha-what? Why?”

“They could act as your buffer. And you did say you wanted to be closer with them. This is the perfect opportunity,” Morgan shrugs. Like his suggestion is common sense, logical. Maybe it is.

But this is you they’re talking about. You would never. You’re too cool for a silly high school reunion.

At least, that’s what he’s convinced himself as Spencer’s face pinches. He catches his lip with his teeth. “Morgan, I appreciate the… thought, but I could never ask (Your Name).”

“Ask me what?”

… Oh no. You are a demon.

Spencer whirls around in time to see the glass door shut behind you. You stand there in all your poise and beauty, the fluorescent lights softening your expression. You're bundled up in a matching coat and scarf, the knitted beanie snug on your crown and clashing with your outfit (Garcia told you it’s not your Christmas present, but you’ve worn it everyday since). There’s sprinkles of snow all over you.

You’re not a demon, Spencer decides, even as you brush a clump off your shoulder, nose scrunched in annoyance. More like a snow angel.

You tilt your head curiously when Spencer doesn’t answer immediately. There’s a knowing look on his face as Morgan, realizing the poor guy probably won’t respond any time soon, steps up.

“(Your Name), I thought you went home already.”

You cross the bullpen. “I was. Garcia walked me down and I got to the courtyard. Then I realized she had me so distracted that I left my phone charger,” You rummage around your desk and without looking up, you reiterate, “So ask me what?”

Spencer blinks. “What?”

“You had something to ask me, right?”

Right. That. He runs his fingers through his hair awkwardly. “Actually, I don’t⎼oof.”

Morgan jabs his side, “Yes, there is something Reid needs to ask you.” He sends him a meaningful look.

“Shoot.” You nod to them before rifling through your desk drawers. Nope, not there. You card through files and office supplies, oblivious to the conversation Spencer and Morgan have with their eyes, shooting looks and mouthing at each other.

You bend over your desk as Morgan gestures, Ask them!

Spencer shakes his head vigorously, No!

Do it, or I'll do it for you, he mouths.

Spencer squints at him. You wouldn't.

Morgan smirks and Spencer's heart drops to his stomach. Before he can run, shout for help, literally anything, the man slings a buff arm around his shoulders, forcing Spencer to slightly bend down to his level, hugging him to his side.

He's trapped. Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Fuck.

“Reid is going to his high school reunion,” Morgan starts, biting back a grin when the nerd squirms against him. Both men boys watch, one excited and the other petrified as you disappear behind your desk.

“That’s nice.”

"Yeah. But all his classmates are older than him and married…“

“Uh-huh…” You scan the dark floors, half-listening as Spencer frowns at the unnecessary detail. He never told Morgan such a thing. He didn’t even know, so how would Morgan-?

“So, can you guys pretend to be a couple or something?”

Thud.

“What!?”

Luckily, neither of you notice the other’s surprise as Spencer chokes on air at the same time you let out a pained hiss.

Morgan lets him pull away, withholding a snicker. “You good, (Your Name)?”

“I’m okay!” Your head pops up from under your desk as you rub the top of your head. You blink owlishly. “I’m sorry, did you just ask me to pretend to be your partner?”

“Yes! But Reid’s partner,” Morgan emphasizes, slapping the doctor’s back hard enough he nudges forward.

You stand and Spencer straightens up, trying not to fidget as your gaze burns into his. You’ve known each other for quite some time now, and while Spencer likes to think he knows you pretty well, it bothers him when your expression becomes unreadable. He knows it shouldn't but it does. He’s a profiler, yet your thoughts are completely obscured by a mask. It only makes him more nervous than he already is.

His skin feels hot when your eyes trail over him, and he prays his scarf is enough to cover the flush spreading from his neck.

He's about to disintegrate when you finally answer.

"Okay."

His brow shoots up and his heart flips. You move away from your desk as he sputters, "Really? Are⎼are you sure? I don’t want to put you out of your way.”

“I wouldn’t have agreed otherwise. Why?” You step closer, and he can’t breathe, not without it hitting your face. You stare him down the bridge of your nose, eyes narrowed. “You doubting my skills, Dr. Reid?”

“What? No, of course not!”

You raise an eyebrow expectantly. “Then it’s settled? We’ll pretend to be a couple for your reunion thing?"

A beat of silence. Spencer realizes you're waiting for his confirmation. But panic rises like bile in his throat and he hesitates.

Maybe he should back out now, retract the entire conversation and take the embarrassment like a man. Tell you he was never planning to attend the stupid reunion because his classmates were (and probably still are) assholes. Honesty is key to any relationship after all.

Especially between coworkers. Ahem.

A flicker of movement and Spencer glances over your shoulder. Morgan nods frantically at him, teeth flashing as he grins wider than before. He gives him two thumbs up.

Maybe, for once, he should pull a Morgan and just vibe it.

Yeah. Yeah!

Swallowing, he nods to you, giving you his signature white-person smile because he's sure if he speaks he might blurt out something completely inappropriate. Like statistics on workplace relationships (they’re great reading material, okay).

Your lips quirk up. "Cool. Text me the details when you get the chance.”

You brush past him before he manages a reply, your footsteps fading. Morgan waggles his eyebrows at Spencer. Spencer blankly stares after you.

“What just happened?”

“You just got a date to your reunion. A fake date, mind you, but you’re welcome nonetheless,” Morgan smirks at him. “So, you got a plan, Pretty Boy?”

His face falls, and the hearts in his eyes⎼shit, had they always been there?⎼chip slightly.

He does not have a plan.

Deleted scene:

“Did you do it?”

“It went all according to plan, Mama.”

AN: I fucked myself over and wrote 7k+ and still counting. Now it’s an unplanned holiday mini series. This kind of stems from Bonding as this uses Mysterious!Reader. Also, I seem to be into pining (fuck established relationships, suffer in silenceee). Whatever holiday you celebrate, I hope you still enjoy this one shot!!

One of the biggest disappointments of CM: Spencer doesn’t confront his high school bullies. I read several fics of him doing so, but a lot of them have the bullies be just as much of an asshole as they were to him in the past, but he deserves more closure.

This will be my take on it. It’ll be a lot of pining but I hope to focus on the his hardships in a less angsty, dramatic way.

Hope you enjoy it!! There will be at least 3 parts?

Also, spread the usage of the term ‘partner’, which can be used for same-sex and opposite-sex relationships.

#spencer reid x reader #matthew gray gubler x reader #mgg x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x oc #mgg fanfiction #mgg imagine #mgg fic #my writing #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x oc #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds

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that-was-anticlimactic · 3 years ago

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time stops, though you don’t take a breath (renga)

aka boiling rock but renga written for @capt-snoozles alta / sk8 au

word count: 1,940

There was nothing quite like the feeling of Reki’s hair tickling his chin. His hair was so soft and had enough poof for Langa to bury his face in it.

“Langa,” Reki giggled, turning his head so he could look at his boyfriend. “You’re gonna mess it up!”

A soft whine escaped his throat as Reki turned, causing Langa’s chin to slip. “Mmm,” he grumbled, squeezing his arms tighter around Reki’s middle.

Reki sighed and shifted back to where he was before, allowing Langa access to replant his face in the ginger’s hair. “There you go, you big baby.”

Normally, Langa’s cheeks would’ve turned a bright shade of red at the comment, but he just couldn’t bring himself to care right now. It hadn’t even been a day since the group escaped Boiling Rock, and Langa was determined not to let Reki out of his sight for awhile.

The impromptu trip to the prison was to free Hakoda, Cherry, Joe, and Shadow. To be honest, Langa had not been prepared to find Reki or Suki there too. He thought that Boiling Rock was for high security prisoners like supposed war criminals and people who committed treason. He didn’t think the Fire Nation would send two kids there.

Langa could still feel the pang in his chest and the breath of air rushing in his lungs when Sokka had cried Suki’s name. He could still remember the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins when he looked over the balcony and saw not only Suki sitting on a bench, but also Reki.

Reki did something to him that nothing else could. Reki made him feel strong and whole and like anything was possible.

That was probably why, in the heat of the moment, Langa had attempted to jump off the building and into the courtyard.

Yeah, he could also still feel the pressure of Zuko’s arms wrapping around his chest and forcing him back onto the balcony and Sokka’s calloused palm when he slapped a hand over Langa’s mouth to prevent him from screaming Reki’s name and blowing their cover.

Suddenly, their plans had changed. There were two more people they needed to rescue because Langa was not going to leave Reki behind. Not again.

“What’re you thinking about?”

The glorious, heavenly sound of Reki’s voice drew him back to the present and Langa blinked. “You,” he answered truthfully.

Reki blushed, his cheeks turning nearly the same shade of his hair, and Langa hid a soft smile behind one of his curls. “Langa!” Reki pouted.

Spirits, Langa missed him.

“I was, though,” Langa said. “I missed you.”

At that, Reki smiled, the blush (unfortunately) fading. “I missed you too,” he replied softly.

There was nothing like the warmth that filled Langa’s body when he reunited with Reki to escape. They hadn’t been able to tell the redhead their plan in advance due to his echolalia, so Langa still hadn’t been able to hear his voice or hold him or tell him how much he loved him. They had to rely on Suki to relay the message shortly before the escape.

Langa had wanted to abandon the cooler—let Sokka and Zuko roll it down—the instant he saw Reki. And he almost did. It was only Zuko’s quiet “Don’t you dare” through gritted teeth that prevented him from doing so.

Then they were on the ground and Reki was there. He was just a few feet away.

So, Langa opened his arms and Reki came running—

Nothing compared to holding Reki—nothing except perhaps being held by Reki.

The second that Reki had made it to him, the second their arms were around each other, Langa had lifted him up, twirling him around. Reki’s mouth was pressed against the nape of Langa’s neck, so only he could hear his boyfriend’s laughter. Despite how muffled it was, it still filled the night in Langa’s ears.

Reki instinctively wrapped his legs around Langa’s waist the second his feet were off the ground, and Langa didn’t put him down for awhile, even after he stopped spinning. He didn’t want to let go.

Normally, he wouldn’t be able to hold Reki in the air this long—he didn’t have the strongest upper body—but this was Reki and it had been months since they last saw each other. It helped that he firmly planted his feet into the ground once he stopped spinning, and he thanked the Spirits for giving him incredible leg strength.

It also helped that Reki felt a lot lighter than usual, but that wasn’t good.

Langa shuddered at the memory of realizing that Reki was much easier to lift, and when his gaze flickered to Suki (who was having a whispered conversation with Zuko and Sokka), he noticed that she looked thinner than normal too.

And oh, how his blood boiled.

No, he hadn’t put Reki down until after they decided to stay and see if Hakoda, Cherry, Joe, and Shadow were arriving with the next batch of prisoners., despite Reki’s protests and Chit Sang’s complaints that they were disgusting (and they were used to it—they’d heard it all from Miya).

That was when he’d seen the dark bruise coloring Reki’s stomach. He saw it for the briefest of moments when Reki had lifted his arms to stretch after being put down, but they didn’t have time for that now.

“You okay?”

Again, it was Reki who grounded him, it always was. His voice was the gravity that pulled him back to the present and held him there.

“I was…” Langa trailed off, licking his lips. “I was so worried about you.” And then it all came rushing back—finding out that Reki was gone, that the Kyoshi Warriors that came to help were Azula and her friends, the pure rage that filled his body and consumed his mind when Azula said Reki’s name during the battle of Black Sun. Langa suddenly felt like crying all over again. “You were… you were there one day and then you were gone. Reki, I couldn’t—I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re amazing, Reki, you’re the most important thing in my life.”

Reki’s face softened and he squirmed until one of his arms escaped Langa’s hold, lifting it up and placing it gently on Langa’s cheek. “Hey, I’m okay,” he assured. Although it was a moment of comfort, something to help him calm down, all Langa could see was his bare wrist.

“Wait. Where are your friendship bracelets?”

Reki shifted uncomfortably. “They took them. We weren’t allowed to have anything with us when we got there so…”

Langa scrunched his nose. “But… your wrists. You need them or you scratch and hurt yourself.”

At that, Reki scoffed lightly. “I know you care about my tics, but the Fire Nation doesn’t. It’s not a big deal.”

But it was a big deal. When Langa squinted, he could see red marks on Reki’s wrist. He could seen faint lines where his nails had dug into his skin. It wasn’t fair; Reki didn’t deserve that.

“Hey, Shadow?” Langa called, raising his voice so the man in question would hear it from across the room (everyone could see that the two boys needed some personal time together so they gave them some space, but Joe, Cherry, and Shadow were still a bit on edge and didn’t want to let them out of their sight).

Shadow looked up from his own hushed conversation with Cherry and Joe. “What’s up? Are you okay?”

“We’re fi—“ Reki began, but Langa wouldn’t allow that.

“They took Reki’s friendship bracelets,” he explained, frowning. “Can you make him more?”

The older waterbender’s face shifted from confusion to understanding, and he sent the two boys a small smile. “Of course. Joe, you feel up to making some more charms?”

Joe cracked his knuckles, wiggling his fingers. “You bet I am!”

“And you’ll actually make them good this time?” Cherry said casually, twisting a strand of hair.

The comment made Joe’s eye twitch, and suddenly Shadow was stuck trying to break the two up again. Langa couldn’t tell whether they were trying to strangle each other or if they were making out, but either way, he did not envy Shadow.

Reki chuckled at the scene. “I missed them.” He tilted his head enough to look into Langa’s eyes, and blinked thrice. “You didn’t need to do that, you know.”

“Maybe. But I wanted to,” Langa said seriously (and Reki’s face flushed again—Spirits, it was the cutest thing). “You’re hurt. They hurt you.”

“They just took some string. It—“

“But they’re important to you and they help you so you don’t scratch yourself! And when you lifted your arms the other day I saw…” Langa swallowed, taking deep breaths because he couldn’t cry right now. “I saw a bruise. I don’t know how many more there are—there’ve been. You’re too thin, you and Suki both. They hurt you, Reki.”

Reki faltered for the briefest of seconds, his lips trembling. “I… a lot has happened the last couple months,” he said eventually. “But I’m fine, okay? I’m fine.”

And since Langa knows Reki, he knows what I’m fine actually means and he doesn’t believe it for one second. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not. I’m fine now that I’m here with you,” Reki said, and oh, how Langa’s heart melted.

“But what about—“

“I’ll be okay,” Reki interrupted, his eyes wide and swimming with something that Langa couldn’t quite discern. “You’re here, right?”

Langa nodded perhaps a little too aggressively. “Mhm. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“I know.” Reki clicked his tongue and his neck twitched. “We’re gonna get through this together, okay? All of this.”

“Okay,” Langa agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of Reki’s head. He paused and then said: “Are you hungry?”

There was a moment’s silence as Reki’s face twisted and he muttered the words under his breath a couple times. “Not really,” he eventually said, giving Langa an apologetic look.

That wouldn’t do. Reki needed to eat… but Langa wouldn’t force it. Not right now, at least. Everything’s happened so fast eating might be too much for him. Langa could still feel the adrenaline pumping in his chest (it hadn’t gone away. it had been there from the second they were running onto the gondola and a firebender had directed a burst of flames Reki’s way, from the moment Langa had shoved Reki behind him and drew water from the boiling lake below and doused the bender in it…) and he was sure Reki still felt it too (he could still see the way Reki’s chest had heaved when Ty Lee was about to hit Langa with her chi blocking—Reki hadn’t hesitated, he pushed himself between the two and blocked her fist).

“Okay. Are you thirsty?”

For a second, Langa was sure Reki was going to say “no”, to which he would’ve had to protest because who knows how much water the Fire Nation had given them while they were imprisoned. Luckily, though, after a moment’s thought, Reki nodded.

“Okay.”

Langa couldn’t help the wide grin that overcome him, and he (reluctantly) unwrapped a hand from around Reki’s waist and wiggled his fingers, popping the flask at his side open and bending the water inside so it floated to Reki’s face.

Reki rolled his eyes, playfully nudging Langa, but opened his mouth anyways, allowing Langa to direct the water inside.

“Thank you,” Reki murmured once Langa had bent the rest of the water back in the flask and made sure it was shut, snuggling closer to his boyfriend. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#ily theo and i love this au #this isn't the best thing i've ever written and i'm a bit rusty due to school taking over my life but #this was fun to write !#it literally has not left my head since you posted about it yesterday iougyfhj #hope you liked it / it fit in your au verse correctly oiuygfghjk #atla / sk8 crossover #sk8 #renga #hasegawa langa #kyan reki #reki with tourette’s #i tried to include your headcanon that reki has more upperbody strength and langa has more lowerbody strength oiuygftgyhj #idk if it came through but i tried haha #okay imma just post it now lol #corey writes:)#oh also i did Not edit this because i have a headcanon so please forgive any errors lol

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-Flirting, Teasing, Tension- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Kody: Requests are open and all that good shiz. Enjoy this story my dudes.

Warning: Cursing, Sexual themes, touchy touchy. Draco being mhm hawt and you being a badass.

House: Slytherin

Summary: Draco has been flirting with you relentlessly, but when Pansy gives you advice you give him a taste of his own medicine and then some and he cant handle it, neither can you too.

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You sighed and continue to scribble down notes, trying to ignore the Slytherin boy failing at getting your attention. “Psst L/n” he says in a low whisper. You ignore him again, hearing him groan. You think that’s the end of it, but when a paper swan lands on your desk, you knew it was him. You place your quill down next to your parchment and begin to unfold the swan.

As you undo the last fold, you look at the words and read them in your head ‘You look ravishing in that skirt today, but it would look better on my dorm room floor’ you let out a bitter chuckle. This guy just doesn’t quit. You turn in your chair to see Draco with his famous smirk plastered on his face. You lift the note and give him a innocent smile.

A spark of hope lights in his eyes before you rip it in half in front of him and flip him off, then it dies out. Leaving “What a git” you mumble and pick up your quill once more. You could hear his friends laughing at him abit, which was kinda funny.

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Sitting down next to Pansy you groaned “He’s staring at me, isn’t he?” you questioned the brown haired girl

She peeks over your shoulder to see the Slytherin boy indeed smirking at you. “Yeah he is, what a creep” Pansy sneers before facing you again. “He’s still flirting with you right?”

You give her a nod as you take a bite of your food “I have an idea, but it might cost you your dignity” Pansy begins, turning your attention towards her “Flirt with him back”

You choke on your food and let out a cough “No, definitely not. Are you mental Pansy?” you asked as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

Pansy rolls her eyes at your comment “Think about it, flirt with him as much as he does to the point where he is so annoyed with it to. A taste of his own medicine if you will” she says proudly.

You lean back in your seat and smirk thinking about it, it would stop him from his constant nagging. “Alright, i’ll do it”

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Free periods were one of your favorites, sitting down and reading a nice book was always a fun way to pass the time. You’d like to read in the courtyard while sitting on a bench. The fresh air was nice and calming today so you might as well right?

When you heard laugh, not just any laugh mind you. The laugh of a a stuck up rich boy, you knew there be trouble. Keeping your eyes at your book, you continued to the read the words as footsteps approached you. “Ah Y/n, lovely to see you today. You look absolutely beautiful”

You lower your book. What? No sexual remark? Was this even Draco Malfoy you were looking at? Since he was being nice you gave him a nice answer for now. “Why thank you, how’s your day so far?” you asked. Draco shrugged and took a seat next to you.

“Better now. I get to sit next to you in a really short skirt, your legs are really sexy Y/n” Draco leans in and you feel his breath fanning your face. Well that didn’t last very long, did it? You feel anger boiling inside you, but remember what Pansy had told you.

You muster up all the seductress in you that you could and close the boo in your lap. You turn your head and grab his tie, pulling him only centimeters from your face, you hear him inhale sharply which makes you smirk. A spark igniting in your chest. “Thank you, but wouldn’t they look so much better wrapped around your waste as you hold me against a wall”

You watch as Draco’s face turns into one of shock at your words and his eyes trail down to your lips then back to your E/c eyes. He leans in to what you assumed to kiss you, but you put a finger over his mouth “Aw, no” you laugh softly and let go of him, standing up and collecting your things. You leave, purposely swaying your hips as you walked.

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As you wrote the last line of your essay you heard someone come through the portrait, but you didn’t pay much mind to it as you placed your essay in the folder, then the folder in your bag. As you grab your textbook so you can shove them in as well you hear a whistle from behind you, turning around you see Draco.

He eyes you up and down and takes a look at your outfit. “Well well, look what we have here. You in a even tinier skirt.” He begins and sits next to you on the sofa. he places a hand on your thigh and feels the spiderweb stockings under his hand, he starts to trail his hand dangerously up which makes your stomach do flips.

You try to ignore the feeling in your chest and remember to not let him get to you, but you get to him. You grab his hand and take it off, you throw a leg over his lap and straddle him. Feeling the same spark you did the first time you teased him. Draco’s eyes widened as he saw you on top of him, a feeling of arousal coursing through him.

“You must really be turned on by tiny skirts, Malfoy” You start, shifting your hips in his lap so you could lean in, a small groan falling from his lips “I can feel you getting hard under me” You whisper as a bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face. You smirk feeling satisfied and hop off his lap, scooping your bag in your arms.

You give Draco a small wink as your eyes go down to his pants “Might want to handle that” You say and point to the obvious bulge in his pants before walking out of the common room and down the hall to your dorms.

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“You did what?!” Pansy yelled, causing a few Slytherins to look at the both of you weirdly. You laugh at your friend. It had been two weeks since you started your teasing with Draco and you had completely broken him down to the point where he blushed whenever he looked at you.

“I’m just doing what you asked” You said back, laughing as you took a bite from your muffin, placing it down on your plate.

Pansy sighs as she rubs her temples with her hands “I told you to flirt with the man, not grind on him and feel him up!” She snaps in a hushed tone. You shakes your head and lean into the table.

“It’s fine i know what i’m doing, plus his reactions are the best” You laugh quietly and watch Pansy’s face twist into one of curiosity and you raise a brow “What?” you ask.

Pansy crosses his arms “What do you feel when you tease and flirt with Draco?” she asked. You open your mouth to speak but she holds her hand up “Just answer”

You sigh, rolling your eyes “Okay, well when i flirt with Draco, i feel like a spark i guess. Its exhilarating and makes me want him to hold you a grab at me all over and on the rare times he can back it makes me melt. Makes me want to give in...oh shit” You run a hand through your hair, eyes widening.

Pansy nods “You like him or in short terms want to shag him-” She says and you cover her mouth shaking your head.

“Not another word”

Pansy takes your hand off and laughs “Both of you are clearly attracted to each other so go for it” she shrugs and picks up her cup, taking a sip of her drink.

“You say that as if it’s so easy to go up to him and ask that handsome demon to rip my clothes off-” You start before its Pansy to cover your mouth this time.

“Please, not another word” She says and removes her hand. You both stare at each other and break out in laughter.

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The next night you were in your dorm, just wearing something comfy and warm. A knock comes from your door and you place your book down on your bed and stand up, slipping on your white slippers so your feet don’t touch the cold floor, another knock comes to your door “Calm your tits, i’m coming!”

You walk to your door and open it, seeing a very disheveled Draco. His white hair was all ruffled and messed up, he was also wearing regular pjs. “Draco?” you ask, but he doesn’t answer and just pushed past you into your room. “Okay?” you say and shut the door.

You cross your arms and look at Draco, watching as he looked at his hands before walking towards you “I can’t stand the way you tease me, touch me, or even breathe next to me then just leave me. Its fucking annoying” he growls, making a shiver run up your spine.

Your frozen as he pushes against the wall, both of his hands slam next the wall by your head “I can’t even sleep without thinking about you and the sight of you sitting on my lap i-” Draco stopped himself, but he had already said to much. You could see the needy look in his eyes.

“It was only to get you to stop flirting with me, then i guess i liked the way you reacted” You spoke, making Draco look you in the eyes which made your heart thump widely. “Then the tension grew”

Draco nods “Yeah tension” he repeats before his eyes trail down to your lips, looking at you expectantly and you just nod slowly. Without hesitation he slams his lips on yours, the feeling sending sparks throughout both you and Draco. His hands move to cup the back of your thighs, pulling away from your mouth for a moment “Jump”

Who were you to deny the literal god in front of you right? So you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, he squeezed your thighs making you gasp. Using the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You both kissed roughly and passionately, desperately even. Grabbing onto each others clothes in a lustful way.

The night was filled with a passion like no other and would certainly not be the last, the way he touched you was like no other and would be engraved into your mind for the rest of your days.

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Your eyes flutter open as you are face to face with a sleepy Slytherin boy, you smile as memories from the night before flood back into your mind like a tidal wave. You didn’t get long to relive them in your head when your door creaks open, you sit up quickly to see Pansy, you quickly put a finger to your lips gesturing for her to be quiet.

Pansy gasps quietly and point to the both of you “I can’t believe you two actually liked, you know. Fucked” she said making you flush red and waves your hands.

“Go, get out”

The brown haired girl laughed and blew you a kiss before shutting the door. You hear Draco mumble and you turn to face him. He looks at you and gives you a smile “What are you doing sitting up? Lay down and cuddle me” he says like a baby and you laugh before laying back down.

Wrapping an arm around you he pulls you flush against his chest and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead. Both of you went back to sleep quickly in each others arms.

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Kody- Hey hey hey, i wrote something spicy. Crazy right? Anyway, peace p.s my requests are open

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