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scuttling · 4 months ago

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I Can Handle Me A Dangerous Man - Ch 3

Fandom: True Blood (TV) Pairings: Eric Northman/Female Reader or Eric Northman/OFC Word Count: 4,323 Tags: 18+, NSFW in later chapters, it's gonna get real nasty, Canon blood and gore Summary: Sookie's cousin returns to Bon Temps, and Eric wants her... to work for him.

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A week later, she gets her first call from Fangtasia—but it’s Eric's colleague Pam, not Eric, who makes the call. She says it’s urgent, but that she can’t give any details, so Cam throws on a pair of jeans and boots, a black high-neck tank, and drives to the bar. When she gets out of her car, Eric is standing there, waiting in the parking lot.

“Camila. Come with me,” he murmurs, taking her arm; instead of guiding her toward the front door, his long legs head for the sidewalk, and he walks her down the block—away from the bar and, she guesses, prying vampire ears.

“What’s going on?” she whispers, curious, and he moves his hand to her back casually, like he’s hoping they’ll look more like any couple walking down the street and less like he’s abducted her or something. He leans in so she can hear him better.

“There is a group of nomads visiting from Florida, and they passed through another area on the way here. The sheriff of that area has reason to believe they’re holding a human against his will.”

Cam nods. Kidnapping a human is not a mortal offense in most areas, but it is frowned upon by those who wish to assimilate, live semi-normal lives. It’s certainly punishable here, if they can prove it.

“And if they are—what will you do?” Her eyes flick up to his face, and he appears bored by her question, maybe even a little irritated.

“We will glamour the human and send him home, then arrange for the sheriff to come and collect his prisoners. You can drive the human personally, if that would make you feel better,” he says, looking down at her; his tone borders on condescending, and she rolls her eyes.

“I just wanted to make sure justice will be served for the crime. You’ll have to get used to my inquisitive nature, if you plan to utilize my gift,” she reminds him, and he exhales slowly. He turns them around and they head down the street, back toward the bar.

“In time, you’ll find I’m a very effective sheriff. You don’t have to be worried about whether or not I punish those who deserve it.”

Despite her previous question, she has no doubts about that—but she remembers from experience that vampires tend to leave humans in the dark by default, and she needs to know what she’s getting into if she’s going to be such a powerful sheriff’s pawn.

“Who will I be listening to?” she asks, because he already knows vampires are pretty much a no-go, but he clearly thinks she’s going to be up to this challenge.

“There is an entourage made up of vampires and human companions alike. I’m hoping the humans will give it away.”

“And how will I let you know if I discover something? We haven’t discussed that part, and I like to be prepared,” she tells him, trying to keep up with his steps. It feels like they’re on The West Wing, or something dramatic like that. “Code word? Text message?”

“Let’s say text message, for now,” he decides. She can see the neon lights of the club as they approach the parking lot, and Eric removes his hand from her back and looks down at her. “I’m going to be walking around, so if you sense danger…”

“I’ll let you know. Telepath’s honor,” she says with a satirical tip of her head, and he opens the door, his expression unchanging. She walks a few feet inside the club, past bouncers who already know her as some kind of employee, and when she turns back to thank him for the briefing, Eric is gone.

Unconcerned by his swift and mysterious disappearance, she makes her way to the bar and orders a drink, perching on a stool as she waits for it. After the bartender slides it toward her, she makes a show of sipping it, tipping her head back so her throat is exposed, and a vampire beside her growls low. He’s got a shaved head and soft, pillowy lips, and if she were here for pleasure, she’d seriously consider it.

Since she’s not, she stands and heads toward the back of the bar, where Pam is playing hostess to the group of nomads. She takes stock of them—three men, two women, all supernaturally gorgeous—and infers from the way they’re watching over a group of half-naked, dancing humans that those are the companions she’s expected to listen to. She weaves her way into the crowd and sidles up to a young man with soft looking brown hair and clear green eyes, then hip-checks him. It’s not hard, but it gets him to look back, and she smiles apologetically.

“Sorry, hon!” she says, and he mouths no problem and reaches a hand out to her. She takes it, letting him spin her around, and when he releases his hold she leans in, her voice slightly raised so he can hear her over the music. “Hey, I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new in town?” He smiles and shakes his head.

“Not from here, just passing through. I’m Shane.”

“Cam,” she replies, and she glances around at the others, raises her eyebrows. “These your friends?”

“More like family,” he says, and his smile grows wide, fond. “We travel together, you know? We’re the family we chose.”

“That sounds awesome, actually,” she replies, adding a bit of wistfulness to her voice. “I’ve always been jealous of people like you—people who are brave enough to lay their own path, make their own choices.” Shane ducks his head like he’s embarrassed about what he plans to share next.

“It wasn’t easy. I had to completely cut ties with my homophobic parents, work two, sometimes three shit jobs to make enough money just to live. I was exhausted, depressed… and then I met Clive, and everything just kind of fell into place.” His gaze drifts to one of the vampires, a short, blond man with warm brown eyes, and the devotion he has for him is clear. And real, no glamouring or threatening or fear poisoning Shane’s thoughts.

“I can tell you really love him,” she says aloud. She scans the minds of the other humans surrounding him, and none of them are glamoured, either. They think a lot about blood and sex, but they’re here of their own free will, hedonism aside. More than that, they’re happy, well taken care of. Content.

“Yeah,” Shane says, something like yearning in his voice, and then he looks back at her, his eyes soft. “Do you want to come with us? We’re heading to Tennessee next. There’s always room for one more, and you seem really nice.” Surprised, she looks away from the group and tilts her head, shows him a gentle smile.

“No, I don’t think so, but it’s kind of you to offer. There might be more for me here than I think.” Cam reaches out to take his hand and squeezes it, just to be sure—and everything he’s said is true, from the pain to the pleasure. As she sifts through his memories more carefully, she’s hit with a warm rush of pride for this man she barely even knows. “Take care of yourself, Shane.”

“You too, Cam—good luck!” he calls out as she walks away.

She makes it to the bar, orders another drink, but she doesn't have a chance to pull out her phone to text Eric: he just shows up, arms folded in front of him, leaning against the stool beside her.

“You think the human wants to be here? That he’s… in love?” he asks, looking out over the crowd, at the visiting clan. Cam turns toward him, nods softly.

“Yeah, seems like it. I didn’t talk to that one directly, but from what I gathered, it’s his ex who's causing trouble with the sheriff. She wasn’t being kind to him, and the vampire in the red dress?” She takes a sip of her drink and gestures to a statuesque brunette, standing with a dark haired man she knows to be the human in question. “She convinced him to leave, to join them. It’s been six months, and he’s never been happier.”

“Interesting,” Eric murmurs, almost under his breath. “Humans never cease to surprise me, even after all this time.”

“What do you mean?” He looks over at her for the first time, and she raises her eyebrow, puzzled. “You didn’t think humans were capable of loving vampires?” He clears his throat.

“I knew they claimed it, but I assumed it had more to do with the high, the pleasure, than anything else. The way you describe it, their feelings seem deeper. Genuine.”

She’s not sure what he’s getting at—does he think humans are inferior, incapable of such emotion, or that vampires are simply unworthy of receiving it? Rather than start that kind of debate, with her employer, in a packed nightclub, she takes a deep breath and exhales long.

“That’s what I felt when I read their minds, and I’ve read love before. I know when it’s genuine.” She takes another sip of her martini, and slowly, like he’s carefully considering her words, Eric nods.

“Have you ever been in love?” he asks, and again, not really a topic she wants to discuss with anyone, but especially not him…

So she’s not quite sure why she answers. “In hindsight, I’d have to say no. It’s not that I haven’t had relationships—I have, and I’ve been… infatuated, lustful, frenzied… but I don’t think I’ve ever been in love.” He looks into her eyes, almost through them, like he’s trying to determine if she’s being honest with him—and she is, she really is. “Have you ever been in love?” she asks in return, but Eric straightens then, rests his hand on the bar, and looks back at the crowd.

“You did very well tonight. Thank you,” he says with just a glance in her direction before he strides over to the group of nomads. Because she can take a hint, she finishes her drink, pays her tab, and goes home.

When she checks her banking app the next morning, there is a $500 transfer from the Fangtasia account.

Not too bad for an hour of her time.

Cam goes to see Tara at work later in the week, sidling up to the bar in a leather jacket and jeans, a contented smile on her face. Even though Merlotte’s wasn’t around the last time she lived in Bon Temps, it still provides nostalgic, homey comfort somewhere in her mind. Sam nods at her and smiles.

“Well hey there, Cam. What can I get ya?” he asks, tossing a bar towel over his flannel-clad shoulder. Tara doesn’t turn at his greeting, because she’s concentrating on pouring a line of even shots, so Cam slides onto a stool and sets her phone down on the bar.

“Hi, Sam. I’ll take a Stella, please, and that hot bartender’s phone number.”

Her teasing tone finally gets Tara to look at her over her shoulder, her answering grin bright.

“I hear you over there, you little creature of the night,” Tara jokes back, “and if Sam would take these over to table four for me, I can get that beer for one of my best friends in the world, who I missed very much.”

She lays it on thick, clearly trying to guilt trip him, and Sam doesn’t need to be asked twice, just chuckles and takes the tray of shots from her hands. There’s a little bit of lingering eye contact there that Cam doesn’t think she’s imagining—and she’s definitely not imagining the way Tara checks out his ass as he goes.

Cam clears her throat.

“So, Cami Reyes, as I live and breathe,” Tara says when that moment is broken and her gaze returns to Cam’s. If she noticed Cam watching her, she doesn’t say. “You finally get a break from all that vampire business?”

“This week has been pretty light, actually. I took care of some daytime administrative stuff for the club, listened to a few minds, the usual,” she says with a smile. Tara grabs a glass and pours her a golden lager from the tap, capped off with a thick, white head of foam. Cam takes the glass appreciatively and sips it long and slow. “Mmm. Thank you. Have you been busy here?” she asks, looking around at the booming bar.

“Busier than I’d like to be, some nights,” Tara says with a sigh of exasperation. “We’re still lookin' for another bartender to cover Thursdays and Fridays—I’ve been workin' overtime as a favor to Sam.” Tara looks over at her boss, her eyes tracking him as he wipes his hands on a towel and walks back into the office area. Cam hums.

“That’s good of you. He seems like a great guy,” she says lightly, leading, and takes another sip of her beer. Tara purses her lips like she’s trying to hold back a smirk.

“Yeah, he’s real nice. Good guy to work for,” she responds; Cam narrows her eyes at her, and after a moment, Tara narrows hers back. “What, are you readin’ my mind or somethin’?” Cam’s palms go up instinctively.

“You know I would never… but asking me that question means there’s something in your mind to read.” She lowers her hands and raises her eyebrows, takes another drink. “Just saying.”

“Just sayin’ nothin’, Cami. I’m allowed to have secrets too; I mean, I’m not the one who up and left Louisiana and didn’t come back for ten whole years,” she says, hands moving to her hips. Her tone is wounded, and a little accusatory, and Cam sighs, guilt climbing up her throat.

“I know, and I’m sorry, Tara. I missed it here, I really did—but work got crazy, and I got sucked into some shit, and I’m finally out of it. I’m here now,” she reminds her, tone lightening, and she reaches out her hands to take one of Tara’s. Thankfully, her friend doesn’t pull away. “And I’m not leaving Louisiana any time soon, I promise.”

It hurts Cam to say it, even though she has no intentions of leaving the area again—enough people have failed Tara, disappointed her, and the last thing she wants is to be added to that list. She couldn’t bear it.

Tara nods slowly, then puts her other hand on top of Cam’s and squeezes.

“I’m not mad, I’m just glad you’re back, is all. It wasn’t the same without you. Charlie’s Angels with only two just isn’t right,” she adds, calling back to the old nickname Gran used for the three of them. Cam fondly remembers the summers when they’d get up at dawn and run around town all day together, eating penny candy and popsicles from the ice cream truck until their teeth were sore and their tongues were blue.

Tara squeezes her hands again, then releases them and grabs a bowl of potato chips, places it next to Cam’s glass.

“So… vampire rights attorney,” Tara drawls as Cam plucks a couple of chips from the bowl, crunching on them. Cam raises her brow, chews, and Tara shrugs. “Don’t get me wrong, I think Bill’s okay and all, but do you really think they need our help? They can snap anyone’s neck they feel like; maybe you should be lookin’ out for the little guy.”

“Oh, I do that too,” Cam assures her, washing the salt down with another sip of beer. “But you might be surprised at how often vampires are falsely accused of crimes—then again, maybe you wouldn’t be,” she says pointedly, and Tara sighs, nodding like she gets it. Cam continues on. “They’re people too, and they need someone looking out for them. Not many of us are willing to stick out our necks—no pun intended,” she adds with a grin. Tara rolls her eyes, but it’s all in good fun, and then Cam’s phone buzzes on the table beside her.

“I know you don’t have a boyfriend, or I’d be hearin’ about him, so… vampire business?” Tara asks as Cam reaches for the phone. Her eyes flick over the screen.

“Vampire business,” she confirms as she reads over the text—it’s a set of coordinates, and clicking the link automatically opens her Maps app, its pin located in what appears to be the middle of the woods not far from Sam’s bar. She finishes the last glug of her beer and stands up, pulls a $20 bill from her pocket and lays it on the counter. Tara opens her mouth to protest, but Cam just raises a finger. “You’re the best bartender in the world, you deserve it—and you can use it to take me to dinner next week, somewhere you don’t work.”

“Alright, alright, it’s a date. But you better get goin',” Tara replies, waving a hand in her friend’s direction. “I’ll text you my schedule. Don’t get yourself eaten!”

Cam waves back and slips out the front door, holding her phone up in front of her so she can follow the app’s projected path. Her eyes quickly adjust to the dark, the soles of her boots making soft sounds against damp earth and foliage, but she stops in surprise about a mile in, when she sees a bright white beam of light, and then the repetitive flashing of police blue-and-reds.

Eric appears next to her, like always, and she grabs the sleeve of his jacket. “What are we doing here?” she hisses under her breath as she scans the area, clocks at least 10 officials who actually belong at what is clearly an active crime scene. Eric places his palm against the middle of her back and slowly guides her toward a plain-clothes cop.

“Detective Graham and I have an agreement. When he comes across an unusual death, he calls me.” As they approach the detective, a man in his fifties with sandy hair and late-night stubble, Cam notices a white sheet draped over an oddly shaped mound—a vaguely human-shaped mound, which leaves bright red splotches that soak and bleed into the sheet near the bottom hem. “Camila,” Eric says suddenly, which causes her to look up from the unknown mass like a spell broken, “I have to warn you: the victim here has been cut in half, and the police have only located the top half of her body. If you think you can’t handle it–”

“I can handle it,” she responds, her voice soft but sure, and he nods and reaches out his hand when he’s close enough to shake the detective’s.

“Mr. Northman, pleasure,” Detective Graham greets roughly, though he doesn’t sound as if he means it. His eyes move from Eric’s to Cam’s, and he scrutinizes her face. “This your psychic?”

“She is,” Eric replies coolly. “Her name is Camila Reyes… And, unfortunately, with the victim in this state, I’m afraid she’s going to need to touch the body.”

The detective heaves a deep, unhappy breath.

“You gotta know how this looks to the rest of the guys already, me bringin' in a vampire and a psychic,” Graham says, shaking his head. “But sure, why not. Let’s tamper with evidence while we’re at it.”

“I don’t intend to alter the scene in any way, Detective,” Cam assures, stepping forward and letting her eyes roam over the clearing, “and I assume your techs have already taken fingerprints, trace samples, if they found any.” Her gaze flicks over to a small group of tired looking officers wearing Crime Scene jackets and sipping coffee from a thermos; they clearly have nothing better to do at the moment, which means all that can be done has been completed already. “You can take mine to rule me out, if you’d like.”

“You a cop?” Graham asks gruffly, watching her as she appraises the scene, the unsettled earth around the body, the trail of blood that tells them she was cut in half elsewhere and dragged to this spot. Cam shakes her head, then crouches down and lifts a corner of the sheet to look at their victim’s face.

“Lawyer,” she answers, and she does her best to school her expression; the dead woman looks to be in her forties, white, with jet black hair and a set of golden eyes that are wide and unmoving. She’s naked, and her body is shredded at the torso—not a clean incision like she’d expect from a serial killer, someone with practice severing limbs. There are no marks on her face or arms, just ragged cuts along her weeping, empty midsection. “Imprecise, savage bisection, teeth marks, organs have been removed,” she notes, and she looks up at Eric, wondering if he’ll attribute this to the same killer she’s picturing.

“Werewolf,” he answers seriously, and she nods once, glad they’re on the same page. Graham splutters.

“I’m sorry, werewolf?” he asks, incredulous. “Don’t tell me those things are real too.” Cam just shrugs—she’s been on this end of many a supernatural revelation before, nothing you can say really helps—and presses her hand to the cold skin of the victim’s arm.

Memories flash through her mind, some older, though the more recent ones are what she’s looking for. A man frequents those, someone tall and tan with copper-colored hair and a sweet smile, but he dissolves quickly into feelings of rage and sadness, loss, heartbreak. There is vindication, elation, and then abruptly, nothing. Cam pulls her hand away, covers the woman’s face, and stands.

“Her mate was killed, and she went after the pack for revenge. It seems like she killed one of theirs and they returned the favor. You’re going to want to rule this an accident,” she tells the detective as she walks toward them, and he crosses his arms in front of him, his expression closed off and irritated.

“Like hell—we have trace evidence.”

“And I can tell you exactly what your lab will find when they process it: no fingerprints, no fibers,” she lists, ticking off her fingers as she goes. “Saliva will be canine, hair will be canine. You won’t be able to match a weapon to the wounds, and either the DA will drop your case right there, or,” she adds, pausing for effect, “if you flip a coin and decide to go the dental impression route, the teeth will be canine, too. The ME will consult the Department of Wildlife and determine that your attacker is something larger than the local coyote population, but slightly smaller than a black bear.”

“We could interview her known acquaintances, find someone with a motive,” Graham counters, and though Eric looks like he’s about to step in, Cam continues, her tone more sympathetic.

“No offense, Detective, but you didn’t know werewolves existed five minutes ago. How do you plan to locate a pack, infiltrate it, and arrest whoever is responsible? And even if you did find the pack, any good defense attorney would destroy you in court if all you have is evidence of an animal attack.” She doesn’t need to use her ability to know that his resolve is waning, so she does decide to pull Eric in for backup, and she gestures to him. “Eric has power here, as sheriff. He can appeal to the werewolf council, provide them with the evidence. If they determine a crime has been committed, they’ll punish the offending parties themselves.”

“If they determine a crime has been committed?” the detective asks, pointing to the half a body. “I think it’s pretty goddamn clear that’s what happened here.”

“Werewolf law is more eye-for-an-eye than human justice,” Eric explains. “If they can defend the killing because she eliminated one of their own, everyone involved just moves on.”

“And as for getting answers for her family,” Cam adds, stepping back in, “believe me, they already know. I’d guess they already found the other half of her body, and they’ll take it up with the council too.”

Graham exhales, raises his eyes to the sky, and then drops them back to Cam’s face.

“You know a lot about werewolves for a big-city lawyer,” he says eventually, and then he looks to Eric and back to the victim. “I’m going to run those samples, and if you’re right, we’ll rule it an animal attack. I’ll keep you updated, Mr. Northman,” he says, reaching out a hand, and the two of them shake before parting. “And I appreciate your expertise, Ms. Reyes, even if I’m not too fond of the outcome.” He reaches a hand out for her as well, and she shakes it before watching him walk back to the bank of squad cars across the clearing.

Eric reaches out to touch Cam’s shoulder, and they turn, start walking back the way she came.

“Well done,” he tells her as they traipse through the underbrush. She looks up at him through the corner of her eye.

“Thanks… although, I know you were testing me,” she says. Eric hums, a thoughtful noise, and nods his head.

“I figured you’d catch on to that. I need to know I can count on you,” he admits, reaching out to lift a low-hanging branch so it doesn’t smack her in the face. “And because it seems that this area is in the middle of some kind of lycanthropic territory dispute, I wanted to see what you knew about creatures other than vampires.”

“That’s fair, I guess,” she acquiesces, taking the path in front of them. “For the record, I’ve dealt with vampires, werewolves, witches, shifters, druids, fairies… anything else we run across, you’ll have to give me the CliffsNotes version.”

Eric pauses and looks over at her, and she stops too, nearly holding in her breath; having his full attention on her, even in the dark, makes her head buzz and her stomach flip. She wets her lips.

“I’m not familiar with Cliff,” he says after a moment of scrutinizing her face, “but I am happy to give you anything you need.”

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sabraeal · 21 days ago

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to all the ghosts still standing in this room, Chapter 5

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Written for @meibemeibelline for her birthday; a request that was as surprising as it was welcome after I had to break my plan for chapter 4 in half back in July and had NO idea when I'd get back to Soowon and Lili and their no-good, very bad stint in politics.

A line of palanquin snakes through the city streets; not small sedan chairs but spacious carriages slung over no less than eight shoulders, vibrant reds and verdant greens and searing yellows lacquered over every inch of their ornate carvings. No less than a hundred by Soowon’s admittedly casual count, each one containing a foreign dignitary of his rank— if not his pedigree— or one of their entourage of only slightly less prestige. And all of them wait on the new queen, eager to pay their respects; a procession of Xing’s power and might.

The reality, of course, is far less stunning.

“A kidney stone?” He’s heard of them before, of course; some of the more gouty court officials seemed to come down with them with an alarming regularity. But they were more a source of irritation than anything else; a slight delay on the documents he requested, or an increased amount of carrying-on when he inquired about their health. Not something to ground the inner workings of Kouka to a halt.

“It’s supposed to be quite painful,” Judoh assures him, satisfied that the punishment seems to fit the crime. “The queen sent someone from her court not too long ago to express gratitude for our continued patience—”

“Funny,” he hums, eyes hanging half-mast against the afternoon sun. It’s stronger here than in Kouka, warmer, and trapped in the humid confines of the palanquin, verging on intolerable. “I don’t remember deciding to be patient.”

“—And to beg our forgiveness for the wait,” Judoh continues, as if he hadn’t spoken at all. “Apparently the man’s some important advisor. From the old king’s court, so I hear it. Can’t possibly continue on without him.”

Soowon stifles a sigh. The reliance on its generals had kept Kouka’s council in good health, if not necessarily young, but even still, there is not a single part of him that can imagine Son Mundok holding up a state function to pass water. Knowing his pride, he’d beg Hak to kill him first. And when his beloved grandson refused, the venerable general would no doubt try to take things into his own hands— a real soldier knows to die when his body fails him— and Hak would struggle against him— just go piss already, old man, so the rest of us can get on with our lives—

“Your Highness?” The space between Judoh’s brows furrows, their two ends separated only by a wrinkle of concern, and, ah, he’s let himself wander again. A poor habit for a man who would have been king. Who still might be, if his cousin gets her way.

“Keep me updated.” It’s the request of a man with tied hands, but there’s little else to be done. Soowon may have been a conqueror once, able to move mountains with a wave of his hand, but here the only ones he may push around are made of paper, and only as far as the queen’s feet.

So all he can do is settle back into the palanquin, shuttering the windows until he is only left with shadows and a woman who barely looks like An Lili.

Soowon’s not fool enough to believe Lili never wore cosmetics; all noblewomen did, save for his cousin in her leanest years. The Water General’s late wife may have been rumored to be a one-in-a-generation beauty, the most coveted young lady of Kouka’s court, but even so— the odds that his daughter just so happened to have naturally moon-pale skin, or had been born to a set of perfectly shaped eyes seemed…improbable, to say the least. But when her too-red mouth wraps around an impatient, “So…?”

Well, he knows she's not in the habit of wearing that much. One rub of his thumb and he’d leave a swathe of real skin peeking through that mask.

She shifts, robes rustling like tree leaves as she tries to fold her arms, one sleeve disappearing into the drape of another. “What’s the story?”

“It will be a little while longer.” Chimes tinkle delicately in the air as Soowon turns to smile, and hah, he cannot look much like himself either, dripping ornaments as if he were the empress herself. “There are a great many dignitaries who desire to give the queen their good wishes.”

Lili sighs, poking sulkily at the giant comb thrust through her hair, and, for a single moment, looks like herself. “I guess we’re lucky she came to see us last night. It’s going to take us four hours just to get five words in today.”

“My,” he hums, amused by the attempts to stem the natural current of her hair. He’s never seen it up like this— dammed, really, the more he thinks about it— but by the way she fusses, it’s as successful as sand during the rainy season. “You really think we’ll get a whole five?”

She offers him a look that might kill lesser men. Mice, at least, if any dared to cross her. “It was nice of her to try though. Especially since she’s got all this going on.”

It’s the same sentiment she shared last night as she unrolled her futon next to his, heedless of the way Judoh choked on his own protests. Soowon had plenty of own as she bustled so close to where he was bedded down, clad in only her sleep robe, as if they were only two young girls sharing covers, and not Kouka’s highest ranking noblewoman aside from his cousin and some war criminal.

There were men who begged me for their lives, he nearly reminded her, as if she had not been trapped at the palace with him, little more than a hostage to ensure her father’s continued good behavior. And people who trembled before me.

Xing’s queen had been one of them. Only from rage and frustration, however, spurred by the indignity of being forced to treat with her country’s conqueror and the son of her beloved’s murderer. His own cousin had been another, quivering as he held her beneath his cloak, saving her life even as she reached for his blade. He’ll never forget the way her knuckles shook beneath the weight of his hand, only stilling when he told her, not yet. It’d been a promise, one he meant to keep, but—

“But?”

Soowon blinks, meeting that unerring blue fixed on him, as unceasing as any sea. “Did I say…?”

“No.” By the way she huffs, throwing herself back onto the seat, his silence annoys her more than his speaking. “But I can tell you’ve got something churning around in there.”

Her hand snakes out of her sleeve again, fussing with the comb. Like a loose tooth, probed again and again, as if she might be able to inure herself to the pain if she prodded at it enough, and he—

He reaches out, fingers stopping just shy of where gold makes its first sweep over the curve of her skull. “Allow me.”

Her fingers may still their fussing, but her eyes narrow, suspicious, as if he must have some ulterior motive to put on this display of altruism. Putting on his most angelic— and infuriating— smile, he adds, “If you keep squirming, I think our bearers might drop us where they stand.”

It garners him a roll of her eyes, and oh, he has certainly earned the scowl that graces her mouth, but she at last relents, dropping her own hands to make room for his.

“Well?” she murmurs, bending her head forward. Soowon’s no expert at the application of hair ornaments, but he has a lifetime of experience at making them livable, once placed. “Are you going to say it or not?”

A sigh sloughs out of his nose, ruffling the stray hairs beneath his hands. There’s not many— the comb was applied well, as was the lotion to keep it in place— but just like Lili herself, what little of her can reach will always make its bid for freedom. “I am only concerned that Xing’s queen seems to feel it necessary to meet her allies in secret.”

She takes the implication with all the grace he expects; that is to say: none at all.

“So what are you trying to say?” she pouts, peevish, even as she submits to his subtle fussing. “That you think Kouren had some ulterior motive for visiting us?”

He slips the comb free from the base of her skull, the tines no longer digging into the soft flesh there. Her huff of relief fans over the silk of his robe. “I think that it would be foolish to believe any sovereign would act for a single reason, no matter how rational.”

“She wanted to see us before all this hubbub.” Her glare fixes on him even through her fluttering lashes, cheeks puffed petulantly. “It’d be hard to meet as friends with all these politics in the way. Kouren told us that already.”

“It would have been much easier if we were already in Kyuu’s castle before arranging any clandestine meetings.” It’s an easier argument to make than the other, more obvious one— Xing’s queen does not like him, and is in no rush to greet him as a friend. “There are far more ways for us to meet as allies once we have been officially received as guests of the crown.”

“And she couldn’t just have been excited? We haven’t seen each other in a long time!” It’s the sort of thing an excitable young general’s daughter might do, especially the kind that likes to throw a cloak over her silk dress and call it traveling incognito, but for a queen such as Xing’s— well, it’s almost impressive how easily Lili can conjure the impossible. “You don’t think she just wanted to catch up?”

Soowon may not know much of what goes on inside the mind of the Water Tribe’s most favorite daughter, but he does know this: there is no more fruitless a hill to die on than attempting to explain to An Lili that not everyone feels the same way she does about every person in her acquaintance. Especially when it comes to him; for all that she was trapped with him for months, playing loyal general’s daughter, she easily forgets just how much blood still drips from his hands, never to be forgiven.

“Then why approach us in disguise?” With a wiggle and a twist, he slides the comb along the curve of her scalp; not as tight as it was before, but close enough to hold with comfort. At least, so he hopes; he might have a similar amount of hair, but hers is thicker, more wild, straining against every pin and tine. “Could she not have sent one of her Stars to bring us to her? Why should Xing’s queen choose to risk herself when we may move just as easily?”

Lili may like to play the simple general’s daughter, that even pressed, somehow Joon-Gi’s child cannot do the same political arithmetic he does over breakfast, but—

But he can see the sums adding up behind her eyes as she lifts them, coming to answers she doesn’t quite like. “You think Kouren can’t trust her court.”

“Or at least several someones quite high up in position.” His hands fall to his lap as she sits up, one of her own absently creeping up to check his handiwork. For as much as she complains about him so much as breathing, this apparently passes muster. “Ones who would be privy to whatever private arrangements she makes within the palace grounds.”

His reasoning, however, does not. Lili takes one long, thoughtful pause before she informs him, with appropriate concern, “I think you’re being paranoid.”

Soowon stares. “Paranoid?”

“Yeah, you’re projecting,” she insists, warming to the idea the more unhinged it becomes. “You didn’t trust any of your own council, so now you’re assuming that other people can’t trust theirs.”

His mouth opens, then closes again. It’s a solid line of logic, he has to admit, for all that it is wrong. “If there is nothing wrong with meeting on Kyuu’s grounds, then why would she come all the way out into town just on a rumor?”

Lili scoffs, eyes rolling like waves against a breaker. “Some people just want privacy. I would have thought you, of all people, would get that.”

“She is a queen,” Soowon insists, stymied. “She doesn’t have privacy.”

None more than she can steal, at least. And if her court is loyal, then there’s little need for that.

“All the more reason for her to want it!” Lili shakes her head, as if he is the difficult one, playing particularly dense to agitate her nerves. “Not everything had to be about politics, you know. Sometimes people just want to feel like people. Even queens.”

“That is certainly a”— naive, simple-minded, foolish— “unique take on the situation,” he allows, gracious, as he settles against the seat back. “However, you have failed to take into account the reality of the queen’s station. She cannot simply just—”

“Yeah? And how many things have I done that a general’s daughter ‘cannot simply just?’” Her head tosses, proud. “Not everyone is as married to playing their role as you are. Some of us like to be ourselves, too.”

“Lili—”

She moves to fold her arms, but the palanquin drops— abrupt at first, before settling into a smooth descent to its pedestal— and they fly out in all directions, grasping for purchase, anything to catch herself—

And settle on his sleeves, already reaching out to steady her. Soowon can’t quite account for why.

“Lili,” he says, impressively even as he skirts the endless depths of her eyes. “It is a mistake to believe anyone could be just like you.”

Her mouth works for a long moment, sinking first into one word before slipping off, again and again until her eyes narrow, and she settles on, “Oh, honestly.”

“Wait—” It’s impressive how expertly she slips from his grasp, her own sleeves too slick under his fingers as she throws herself toward the door. “If you’d wait just a moment—”

Her wrists elude him, the sharp spurs of her elbows keeping him at a distance as she slides along the bench, knees knocking into his with all the delicacy of a bull let to run in a temple. But finally a blind grasp catches her around the arm, holding her in place. “What?”

“I think you have forgotten,” he says through a smile, half breathless and not at all amused. “That I am the one who takes precedence.”

Soowon emerges from the palanquin like the sun at dawn, the dangling beads and glittering gold decorations sending sunlight scattering in all directions, a halo of light enveloping him as if he were Hiryuu himself, benevolently mortal once again.

That’s the worst part about him, really— for as annoying as he is, Soowon actually looks like he’s Yona’s cousin. Like he could just descend from the heavens and have at least half the earth and most of the stars revolve around him, no questions asked. Like dragons from Kouka’s four corners might curl up at his feet— if they weren’t already so busy chasing Yona, and weren’t, you know, grown men instead of small scaly cats.

It’s just stupid, is all. Some people could really think that this guy is cut out for all this royalty crap.

Lili doesn’t do so bad herself, she has to say. Oh, it’s no clouds parting and golden rays splitting the heavens or whatever, but she doesn’t trip over herself, robes streaming behind her with the silken grace of a river’s current. She doesn’t so much climb as drift up the stairs, eddying in Soowon’s wake like a leaf on the water. Impresses the heck out of the crowd, too; they’re pressed in around the palanquin, commoners so close she can count the whites of their eyes as they widen, gasping as if she’s just as remarkable as the empress’s cousin; someone important in her own right instead of only in someone’s shadow.

It’d be nice, if only the rest of it wasn’t so overwhelming. Kouren’s up at the top of these hundred stairs, and her people cheer like they know it, like every whoop and holler might bring them one step closer to their queen. Not like Soowon’s coronation— or at least, any of the dozen ceremonies Kyesook had put on after it, desperate to prove the king’s legitimacy in the face of the growing rumors that King Il’s red-haired daughter had survived the palace coup. The common folk had been cordoned off a dozen paces back from the castle stairs, the boundary guarded by no less than two dozen of Judoh’s hand-picked soldiers. There’d been cheers, to be sure, but none of them ever reached the pavilion, drowned out by distance and the weight of Soowon’s dignity.

“Wow,” she hums, elbow bouncing into his side. “You really weren’t popular, huh?”

Soowon slants her an impassive look. “Most of my power always came from Kouka’s generals. Queen Kouren’s comes from the love of her people.”

“Makes sense.” Her hand lifts, fussing with her comb more from habit than complaint. Annoying as he is, he at least knows how to make himself useful. “You are a hard person to love.”

Soowon would never do something so pedestrian as sigh— at least, not with all these common folk and foreign dignitaries to see— but the ghost of it catches in his chest, hitching against the elbow she’s got lodged in his side. “Both things come with their advantages and their drawbacks. One may have a personal preference over another, but they are equal in application.”

“Yeah, you would say that,” she huffs, utterly unconvinced. “But you had five generals, and Kouren”— her arm swings out, encompassing all the cheering masses— “has all this. That’s gotta be hundreds and thousands of people.”

He does that little bob he does, that incline of his head to acknowledge her point right before he eviscerates it. “True enough. But you are forgetting: each of my five generals stands for his tribe. And each of those tribes has their army, trained to support and suppress those hundred thousand people, all on a single word.”

Of one man, he doesn’t say; he doesn’t have to when she’s the daughter of one of them. Her mouth closes with a click. “Oh.”

“It is one thing to worry about torches and pitchforks and rioting outside the castle gates.” There’s a smug sort of slant to his smile, one not aimed at her but elsewhere— and obnoxious nonetheless. “But it’s quite another to walk down the halls of your own palace and wonder which blade is waiting to be put in your back.”

“W-well,” she mutters, fingers numb as she surveys the guardsmen studding the stairway, more decoration than protection. “That’s only if they don’t like her. Which is a pretty big ‘if,’ if you ask me.”

“Really?” A corner of his mouth lifts, and oh, what she would give to be able to reach up and shake that too-knowing look right off him. “I find few men can stomach a competent woman.”

“That’s because most men are useless,” she snaps, barely keeping herself from adding, like you. “They’re threatened by a woman doing their job and making them look bad.”

His hand opens, so gracious, and— god, she’s proven his point for him, the ass. “As you say.”

“What?” she grouses, still annoyed from walking right into his dirty trap. “Are you trying to say you can’t stomach a competent woman doing your job better than you?”

It’s not until she’s said it— until it’s out there, in the air, rampaging like a tiger let loose in a menagerie— that she realizes—

“Oh no,” he says, too soft, too amused. “I don’t have any illusions about my usefulness.”

That stops her in her tracks for a minute, feet stuttering beneath her. She nearly opens her mouth, nearly tells him, that��s not what I meant—

“The queen is just ahead,” an attendant tells them— or rather Soowon, hovering at his elbow and give her only a cursory look. “You will be next to greet her.”

It’s not until he smiles now— his safest, most unassuming one— that Lili realizes it’s the only one that hasn’t met his eyes. “Thank you. It will be our honor.”

#liliwon #soolili #wonlili #akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #my fic #future fic #to all the ghosts #any #last chapter soowon didn't want to be written but this one he didn't want to shut up omg #SO many things to say. SO much salt #next chapter is due to be Unlimited OC Works #and the setting of the table stakes for this first act #(and maybe the first little stirrings of jealousy)#(for more than one of our heroes)

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cuprohastes · 1 month ago

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A day in the life of a Super Burnout

How many times have I done this now?

Too many to count: it’s like drinking coffee. You just don’t remember it because it’s so… normal.

I feel energy from around me sinking in, and I leap — No Olympic athlete could hope to jump this high. Pole Vaulter maybe… I don’t have a pole.

I hit the top of my leap and ignite my power. The leap doesn’t count. This is what’s going to keep me from coming down. It’s like having steel rods in your forearms. I’m bracing on them. It’s like holding yourself off the floor between two balance beams.

I have muscles like you wouldn’t believe from doing this. Also, a ton of muscle tears in my back.

I eat vicodin as a bedtime snack.

Shields go up. You have to be in the air, or you just scoop a chunk of pavement, and you’re pinned. At that point, someone can just walk away unless you drop the shield, and then your Captain Got Shot.

OK, a couple of rounds hit the shield, but people are used to this nowadays, and they normally just fire off a couple of rounds to see if you actually did throw a shield up.

I had a buddy who claimed he didn’t need to put the effort in because everyone knew you would have a shield — and besides, these guys have lousy aim.

He’s the reason we get shot at, just in case. Good ol’ Captain Shot In The Face. What a guy.

Ground over doesn’t work if some asshole in a costume hovers above you doing power poses. I’m just trying to arch my back to maintain balance. They don’t need to know. It looks cool as hell on YouTube.

The secret is not to try to move forward. You’d just find yourself pinned or tear your arms off at the elbow.

We found out the hard way on that one.

The Shield’s centred about the median of the volume of your pelvis, but for some reason the quantum lock likes to think of your forearms as the locus. So you move the locus, it pulls your arms along and the rest of you follows, carrying the shield.

Allegedly, there’s 67 minute of air in here, but I’m taking up part of the volume, I can maybe hold this pose for six minutes before I give up and just drop. At that point I’m still in the bubble but because now the bubble is holding me up, I’ll just flip upside down and hang there and then drop on my head if I drop the shield.

Number one cause of Supers with broken wrists is trying to catch themselves from a shield drop.

So here we go. Leap up, shield on: Tink! — Nine mil. You get to recognize the sound, then a meaty concussive bam. Bam? Are they firing fucking fifty Cal? Assholes. You miss with one of those, someone a kilometre away explodes.

Look around. There, there and there. Thee. Drop, move the locus nice and fast, smack the first guy — it’s like being hit by a wall. Not fast, but it’s kind of a semi-irresistible object thing.

The guy bounces off the pavement, and that’s not good for you. Drop the shield, punch him to make sure he says down…

Fists of justice! Or knuckle dusters. Christ, my arms ache.

Second guy leans out. Step in, nice and fast and give him an uppercut. Oh, fuck, that looked nasty.

I hate it when they scream.

Last guy should have a bead on me so power jump, shield up, turn… man that is a big gun. Who even makes those. Wait, who even carries that?

He can’t get it around. I just step up, and the stupid long barrel hits me in the shoulder and stops. he’d have to take like… what six steps back to point this thing at me, and I’m pretty sure it’d kill him to pull the trigger. I think it’s man portable artillery.

I vaguely remember seeing something like it on Forgotten Weapons.

So. I punch him in the kidneys and break his wrist. I feel bad about it, but if he fires that thing around here, it’ll blow right through a building.

I’ve got a couple of one-liners for this stuff, because it looks good on the superhero body cam footage. But what I actually say is, “I’m so tired.”

A half second later I add “Of crime!” but nobody is convinced.

#fiction #short #superhero

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marc--chilton · 8 months ago

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Hi! Im more-mouse-bites on ao3 and I came and followed for the mgv content.

I’m writing an ABO house fic of my own atm! I was going to follow the long-beloved trope of “house hides his second gender and everyone thinks he’s an alpha, but then something happens and he’s exposed” but I realized that I could have a lot more fun with having House as a known omega from the start. I have omegas as slightly more uncommon and definitely frowned upon in high-intensity careers like medicine, because of their perceived frailty. I’m such a slut for the socio-economic implications of an ABO universe, lol.

Which segues into my question— in your AU, what’s the general consensus societally on omegas? Does House have to routinely fight against ignorance and dismissal? And if so, how would Wilson react? Or even just to general patients being terrible to House. Would he step in, or would House stop him because that would undermine his credibility?

Really love your AU! Can’t wait to see more ❤️

(hiii thank you for the kind words on here and ao3 kisskiss) house hiding his status as an omega and going through life as a false alpha is great i won't lie, but the idea of house being ASSUMED to be an alpha simply because of how he carries himself and taking great joy in surprising people by being like (loud incorrect buzzer).... the mischief. it's so yummy

that's rly neat!! i definitely believe that omegas being in places of power/authority are uncommon due to how they are perceived as the lesser secondary sex. an omega NURSE or orderly would be easier accepted than an omega DOCTOR, for instance. and then some patients being like "i don't wanna get treated by no 'meg, i want a different doctor seeing to me" of course.

given to the types of people who end up seeing house for their mystery illness of the week, there are definitely more than a couple of hardheads who try to challenge house's authority either as a patient in the hospital bed, or as family/loved ones of the ill who can't believe a mere omega can cure the patient. house would antagonize them back, of course, but not give up the case either if it's good enough a puzzle.

wilson's reaction to seeing house get discriminated would depend on what the aggressor says/does and wilson's own cycle as well. (this is operating on the default that they're unbonded as well) because as much as i LIVE for protective wilson, he also knows how to throw house's shit right back at him. and house is a jerk, no matter the au, so from the outside looking in he wouldn't bat an eye. if he's brought on as a consult to the case, he'd be a little more involved; professional, but he would defend house's integrity and skill.

closer to rut, though, he would be a bit more..... tense. he catches an alpha kick house's cane out from under him in a fit of aggression and before you know it, he's pinned them to the nearest flat surface and is growling in their face. HUGE no-no as a doctor but also one he can get away with at trial, yknow, "crime of passion" type thing.

as a distinguished (.... sort of. it's greg house) specialist and literal grown man, it gets on house's nerves, yes. and as someone at odds with his secondary sex, he also hates that he even brings out that part of wilson's alpha biology, too. but -- and he wouldn't admit this under threat of death -- it also makes him preen a little inside that wilson's hindbrain (his subconscious, the pure primal instinct with No Thought behind it) deems him as something worth fighting over, protecting, defending when house himself does not.

#asks #lucradiss #your handle makes me chuckle btw it's like ludacris but not! funny! love that #house md #hilson #yeah i'm tagging this i feel like i wrote a thesis paper while my food was cooking #house seeing himself a bad omega years before the infarction too #because he doesn't like to submit and he's not the ideal omega male physically #getting into something serious with stacy (alpha) was the first time he let himself be bonded to someone else #which meant in turn that her later betrayal of his wishes hurt even more..... man #for me a pair can become unbonded over time if they don't reaffirm regularly or can be induced medically #which is painful/unpleasant and probably only relegated to emergency situations #and house probably opted out of it medically so he was naturally being unbonded while also recovering from the surgery. man #no wonder him and wilson would get mistaken for bondmates. house probably imprinted on him without either realizing

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gachagon · 2 years ago

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Case Study 1 | STATUS: CLASSIFIED | ACCESS: GRANTED

SYSTEM CHECK | BLUE LOCK X PYSCHO PASS | BACHISAGI

part 1 (You are currently viewing part 2)

Words: 1.5k

Pairing: Bachira Meguru/Isagi Yoichi

Genre: Romance, Sci-fi, Crossover, Crime Solving, Murder Mystery

STATUS: Ongoing

The Sibyl System is a perfectly curated AI that judges human’s mental capacity to commit crime before they have done any real harm to society. A person’s Pyscho Pass is the measure of their propensity to commit crime and such people who are deemed with too high a Pyscho Pass are labeled Latent Criminals. Ego Jinpachi is the Director of the Public Safety Bureau and has issued a new system under the Sibyl System to help at risk youth who have anomalous Pyscho Passes known as Project: Blue Lock. Bachira Meguru and Isagi Yoichi are two of the newest members of this system, and are registered Strikers who work for the PSB, helping their local community with small tasks. One day, however, they come across the one thing they never thought they’d see during their time with Blue Lock: A Dead body. Now they’re tasked with investigating and solving the murder of a person they’ve never met, but can they keep their hue’s from shifting too far in the wrong direction while they’re doing it?

tags: @echarie @https-true-egoist @swoland @blonde-batgirl @awkward-fandom-fan @lizzieonka @antiv3nom @go-rocksquadsfan @reomikagekin @oo-mi-ru-oo

Over the course of the week, Isagi avoided the rest of his team like they were the plague. He didn’t show up for practices, didn’t sit with them during lunch, and even pretended to feel sick for a day or two while his mother fussed over his fake fever. At first, he was afraid his behavior would seem a bit too strange, but to his relief nobody bothered him that week or asked him where he was. As he lay in his bed, he stared up at his phone scrolling through his empty messages. No one had checked in on him at all during the week he had made himself scarce. A bitter feeling fluttered in his chest as he switched the phone off with a single tap, and he rolled over.

The PSB also hadn’t contacted him, but that was because Inspector Anri Teieri told him he was supposed to just show up next week for his assignment. “Spend the following week relaxing. Who knows, maybe it’ll make your hue clear and all this can be behind us.” She told him as he excused himself from her office. As he thought back to that day, he remembered the boy who had practically run him over in the hall.

He seemed very…interesting is the word Isagi settled on. His disheveled appearance was something he had only taken in at a glance, what really had caught his attention were his golden eyes. Though he had left pretty soon after that, for some reason he couldn’t get that stranger's face out of his head. Maybe he’s also a Striker…? Though Isagi found it hard to believe that someone else could be having just as unique of a problem with their hue as him. Even if the program was supposedly stacked with lots of participants according to Inspector Anri, he told himself that everyone else would be done with it in a week's time while he was left in the dust.

He decided to end the day, and turned over for a goodnight’s rest. Tomorrow would be when he would see Inspector Anri again, and presumably his new “partner” as well. Whatever community service they ended up doing, Isagi just hoped he wasn’t paired up with a slacker. Though maybe doing all the work really will fix my hue…He thought, as he drifted off to sleep.

The PSB building was still the same when he returned the next morning, bright and early. Though this time, he noticed there were far more boys around his own age standing in the lobby and idly chatting. Isagi looked around awkwardly for a bit, as he wondered where he was supposed to go. They can’t all be here to see Inspector Anri…I hope? He warily walked forward to the long hallway where he knew Inspector Anri’s office lay waiting.

The amount of new bodies made it quite hard to get by, and he was jostled out of the way by a taller boy who glared down at him. His hair was black and spiked in a delinquent style, and his brow was stuck in a permanent crease. “Watch it, dumbass.” He said in a gruff tone, before shoving Isagi out of the way again.

Isagi didn’t reply, and nodded apologetically. Sure hope he’s not the new partner Miss Anri mentioned…Isagi stood before her door. He knocked once before she welcomed him in, and his eyes landed on the second chair in the office. “Great, you’re right on time, Isagi!” Anri greeted as he took a seat. “If only I could say the same for your partner…he should be here any moment. For now why don’t we check your hue again.”

It was the same as it always was, stagnant and unchanging. Anri gave him a stilted smile as she showed him the screen. “It’s fine, I’m here to change it aren’t I?” Isagi said. “What’s the first assignment we’ll be getting anyways?”

Just as Anri was about to answer, the door to the office burst open and Bachira Meguru stumbled into the room like a whirlwind. A few of the papers on Anri’s desk were blown up into the air at the speed of which Bachira appeared and sat in his seat, and more of them were disrupted as he slung his big backpack down beside him. “Sorry I’m late! I had to do something quickly…” He said with a chuckle.

Anri sighed, and bent down to pick up some of the papers as she welcomed Bachira. Isagi looked over to him with wide eyes, as he recognized him from yesterday as the boy who had steamrolled into him. I guess he goes everywhere in a hurry…Isagi thought, as he helped Anri pick a few of the papers up and placed them neatly on her desk. “Glad you could join us, Bachira. I was just explaining to your partner here-”

“You’re the kid from yesterday!” Bachira exclaimed as he pointed a finger at Isagi, who just smiled sheepishly.

“O-oh. Yes, that’s me. It looks like we’re gonna be working together here.” Isagi said with a nod.

Anri looked between them, with a raised eyebrow. “You two know each other already?”

Isagi shrugged, “Well I wouldn’t say we know each other-”

“I almost ran him over in the hallway yesterday.” Bachira answered. “I was really in a hurry, though I guess I’m always like that…anyways, I’m Bachira Meguru. Let’s become friends fast so we can shorten that to just Meguru!”

Isagi laughed at that, “I’m Isagi Yoichi. Let’s work hard together.” He smiled at Bachira before turning back to Anri who seemed to have somewhat of a relieved look on her face.

“Well, now that the introductions are over, I suppose we can get into the actual assignment the PSB has readied for you.” She typed on her keyboard before swiveling the screen towards them. A map detailing a vaguely familiar apartment complex appeared on screen, with a long list of people next to them. Isagi noticed how most of the tenants were elders with clear hues, though a few were like his own in that blue-green state. “This is an apartment complex that usually houses the elderly, and due to their age they can’t exactly go for routine hue check ups like you and I can. That’s why we’re sending you two to go and perform these check ups for these tenants every week.”

Bachira leaned forward, and reached a hand out to touch the screen much to Anri’s annoyance. She swatted his hand away lightly, with a scowl. He yanked his hand back with a sly smirk. “This list here seems long, but many of the tenants live together. So it shouldn’t take you too long. The apartment is located in this district, so you won’t have to travel very far.” She explained curtly.

“I’ve seen it nearby when I walk home from school.” Though Isagi didn’t know that elder’s lived in that apartment complex. He almost assumed it was abandoned due to never seeing anyone out on their patios. “We’ll get right on this, ma’am.” Isagi answered with a curt nod. He was determined to check every tenant's hue. The faster I can get this assignment done, the clearer my hue will be…hopefully…

“Yeah what he said! Let’s hurry out now, all those old people will be settling in for their after breakfast naps soon.” Bachira said as he stood up, backpack already in hand.

“Wait! You can’t leave without scanners. Otherwise how else will you be able to check the hue’s of the tenants?” Anri said with a sigh. She rummaged around in her desk before coming out with two vaguely gun-like objects. They were standard scanners that anyone could get from a drug store alongside similarly shaped thermometers. “It’s simple, just hold this end of the scanner to someone’s temple, and you should get a read shortly thereafter. Don’t lose them, as these are specially made just for the Blue Lock project, courtesy of Director Ego.”

Isagi handled the scanner with care as he took it from Anri, however Bachira shoved his in his backpack roughly. “Thank you, I’ll be careful with it.” Isagi assured her.

“Hey uh, quick question before we leave, but does the PSB building have a snack machine?” Bachira asked, to which Anri replied that there was one a few paces down the hall. “Sweet! Thanks, I’ll meet you by the door, Isagi.” And then he promptly left, his hurried footsteps heading down the hall.

Anri leaned back into her chair and sagged, much to Isagi’s surprise. “I can already tell he’s going to be quite the handful…Though it looks like I made the right call putting you two together.” She said, with a confident smile.

“Hm, What do you mean?” Isagi asked.

“Well…” Anri tilted her head. “I was kind of worried you two wouldn’t get along because he’s so brash and you’re…not.” Isagi laughed as he stood from his chair.

“I don’t mind it at all.” Isagi answered shortly. “It’s kind of…endearing?” Anri scoffed a little in disbelief.

“I don’t know what anyone could find endearing about that behavior in a professional setting…but as long as you two can get along during your time here in Blue Lock, then that’s all that matters. Good luck out there, Strikers.”

Isagi thanked her before leaving the office.

#bachisagi #bllk #blue lock #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #blue lock fanfic

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layanasstories · 2 years ago

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For my dear friend.

This person knows that I am talking to them.

As promised... your early Christmas Gift! What started as an idea for a one shot, ended up as a multi part fan fic, 5 parts to be exact. I really hope you enjoy this one.

With love, Layanasstories.

Lost and Found

Part 1

I'm hanging at the bar with my umpteenth drink in front of me. It was how long? One, two weeks? I don't remember very well, nor do I care much. Probably because of the amount of alcohol I've had. And so it goes every night these days. I come here with a stabbing pain in my heart and leave the bar numb. I look up when my glass is taken way and a cup of coffee is put down. "Hej! I hadn't ffinisshed that sjet!" I protest while trying to sit up straight, but the bartender doesn't care. "You've had enough Layana. You had the chance to wallow for two weeks, now it's time to put yourself together again". "Iff I can't trink anymore, can you be my dissstrasion?" I slur my words while fluttering my eyes at Phil. "Oh, god no. Not in the state you are in right now". He pulls up his nose in disgust but I can see his eyes are full of pity. “I know it hard you lost Richy, Layana. But you can’t keep on going like this.” He tries to encourage me, but to no avail. Due to his words I feel the tears well up. “It is not just Richy. Someone else got lost too you know. A friend.” Even though the alcohol had hit me hard I still was able to choose my words carefully. As long as I don’t know if he survived or not, I will not speak of his name to people who doesn’t know him. “I am sorry to hear that. But still, I believe your friend nor Richy would have wanted you to get wasted all the time, to sooth the pain”. He sighs walks around the bar and sits on the empty barstool, next to me. He gently puts his hand on my shoulder “Listen, drink the coffee and then I will bring you back to where you are staying, okay?”. I make a noise that sounded something like ‘sure’ and I nod.

It's amazing what can happen in a few weeks time. I started a new case, somehow this has become a thing for me, solving crimes. It wasn’t a big one, something was stolen and I found it back within a few days. The plus was that I got paid for solving it. Also I don’t drink as much as I did before. Ironically thanks to Phil. He banded me from visiting the Aurora during the weekdays. He only allowed me to visit the bar if I worked for my drinks. So, I worked on Friday and Saturday nights, then at the last hour before closing, I was able to take my spot at the bar to enjoy my well earned drinks. Yes, he even would mix me the most weird or special mixes for me. Besides that we talked during the moments I was working at the bar, we also texted almost daily. He grew on me, more then I expected. Sure he is the womanizer as the guys from the group already had said, back then. But most of the time only when he is at the bar, as if it is a image he has to hold high. The eternal bachelor, who does his own thing whenever he wants, it suits him. I'm glad he's not looking for a steady relationship or a relationship at all. Because I am not looking for anything like that. That doesn’t mean we don’t flirt on occasion. It’s a fun game to play but we both know not to go to far with it. Okay, maybe one time we crossed that line and we ended up almost kissing.

I am standing in front of my coatrack to get my jacket. It’s Friday evening, just past diner time, so I am getting ready to go to the Aurora. But suddenly there is a hard knock on my door that startled me. I don’t expect anyone so I peek trough the hole in my door to see two police officers waiting. Carefully I open up. “Good evening officers, what can I do for you?” I ask them when I open the door slowly. “Good evening miss, we are looking for Ms. Layana Schmidt.” Both had taken their hats off and the more senior one spoke. “That’s me.” I answer them but I am still a bit wary because I still no idea why they are here. “We are only here to deliver this to you.” The other officer hands me an envelope. They both put back their hats on, tap it and say goodbye. As soon as I closed my front door I open the envelope. Shocked I look at the paper in hand, my hands start shaking and my breathing stops. I read aloud almost in a whisper. The State vs Mr. Jake Samuel Hernandez (defendant). Subpoena to testify in trail in a criminal case. To Ms. Layana Schmidt. You are commanded to appear in the State court at the time, date and place shown below to testify in this criminal case. When you arrive, you must remain at the court until the judge or a court officer allows you to leave. I didn't even realize that I had stood against the wall in the hallway, in tears I sink to the floor and sit down. After weeks I had the answer, he is alive. But he had failed to shake off his pursuers. And now I'm being subpoenaed to testify against him. Feeling the panic creeping up, I frantically try to grab my phone. It's only in moments like this that you actually know who your friends really are. Because there's nobody but one that I can turn to. I haven’t spoken to anyone of the group since the happening in the mine. It seemed like they had forgotten about me the moment they had their Hannah back, and lost their Richy.

Layana: Hey Phil, I am not sure if I can make it tonight.

I thought it was best to cancel. I can't fake a smile and act happy. And how the hell am I going to explain to Phil why I got the subpoena. I can't say anything about Jake and what his whereabouts are. Phil is the last person Jake would want to see. Let alone that Phil knows about Jake's existence and his criminal activities. I imagine Jake's expression as I walk into the courtroom with Phil by my side. Disgust? Betrayal? Confusion? Probably all three. Although Phil is the only friend I have right now and I don't know if I can handle this alone. At this point, Jake doesn't have much to say. If he wants to get out, he should accept what is being done for him.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by a message from Phil.

Phil: Hey. What’s up?

Layana: I don’t know how to tell this on the phone.

Phil: You’re are okay?

Layana: Yes, I am okay. Nothing bad happened. It’s just…

Phil: It’s just??

Phil: Just come to the Aurora, you don’t have to worry about working.

Phil: Let just talk about what’s going on before opening. And then we will see.

Layana: Thanks Phil.

Phil: No problem ;)

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demon-blood-youths · 2 years ago

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||Dangerous Hide and Seek: Round Two||

Hello everyone! I’m back! And I’m here to write part two for my lovely rp partner @the-silver-peahen-residence who has written me a part one so I going to write her a part two continues this.

-------- Guest Stars -------

Characters of Jujutsu Kaisen ( Itadori Yuji, Fushigoro Megumi, Kugasaki Nobara, and Sukuna) all muses of @the-silver-peahen-residence

------- My muses ------

Kisho

Taz

Kinie Ger

---Drabble Summary--

A dangerous hide and seek involving the victim Kisho aka Daichi Pheonix and his two or rather three pursurers who wants to punish him. Megumi, Sukuna and now Kinie Ger is now searching for him for his exposed crime. How will this go down?!

----- Jujutsu High -----

‘Why is this happening?! He thought he can get away with it! But noooo...Megumi just had to found out. How did this happened?! Kisho Matsuoka aka Daichi Pheon-X is running for his life while trying to hide from Megumi and Sukuna. He can sense his cursed energy into the fray.

------ At the school near the training grounds --------

Megumi wants to take a walk outside after eating lunch. He is going to make his way to the dojo until he runs into Maki.

“Hi Maki...”

“Oh! It’s you, Megumi.” Maki said as she is with Panda and Toge who is hanging out and looking over their phones. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much. Same old.” Megumi shrugs.

“Huh? Seriously? What about this new first year of yours! Uh...what’s his name?”

“Daichi Pheon-X?” Panda said.

“Salmon.” Toge stated.

“Yeah...he’s new to the class after Gojo-sensei found about him and we have a mission involving him and a curse at a shrine." Megumi explained.

"Uh-huh...I saw the livestreamed video. Markkos Nin-Ja." Maki smirks making Megumi rolls his eyes at the hero nickname given by Daichi when he first met him. "Don't remind me.." He sighs.

"I saw his videos. I wonder how you four deal with him. I can’t believe the school lets a poser like that in our school" She said. "He sounds like a handful"

"Daichi has experience, but he is reckless but a good person who cares. He just needs some control over cursed technique with some training. Sensei thinks he has potential, and I agree as long as he doesn'tdo anything reckless."

"That or he's rich." Maki added with a shrug making Megumi blinked before raising a brow, "What?"

"Huh? Didn't you know that guy sells charms he made online?" Panda asked. “If he’s that reckless....what about his charms?”

Megumi sighs. Oh, that. "Yeah... I know. He had to shut it down." He remembers quite well, and he wanted to beat the shit out of him. But Daichi told him that the website had been shut down until he fixed the charms. So Megumi took his word for it.

"He sold a lot of them, didn't he?" Maki added. "What was the number? 2.5 billion?"

Wait what?

"I'm sorry. What did you say again?" Megumi hopes he didn't misheard. He swears to God that he misheard because Maki did not just said what he think she just said.

"What? I said 2 billion..." Maki raised a brow at Megumi's surprised expression. "I am surprised you didn't know that. I thought Gojo-sensei would tell you."

"Maybe because he didn't want anyone to know how rich he is." Panda said.

"Salmon." Toge answered.

"And now I heard from that the number risen from that." Maki added.

"Rise?" Megumi's eye twitched.

"Yeah, what was it? 3 billion?" Panda, to which Toge shakes his head, "Bonito Flakes..." He shows the number to Panda on his laptop to which Megumi has to got look over.

Maki whistled.. "Damn, Megumi. It sounds like you have a rich kid in your class from all those charm selling. I bet you and your friends are taken out to fancy places thanks to him!"

Megumi's eye twitched more. "4.5 billion. You can't be serious..."

"I'm not. Check out his website. There is page that shows what is sold." Panda said as Toge shows the site to the three showing a congratulations post to his followers for support.

Then suddenly Megumi snorts and chuckles...which got the three blinked. "Uh...Megumi?" Maki asked.

"Mustard Leaf?" Toge uttered in worry.

"You good?" Panda asked.

"I'm going to kill him..." Megumi said it which startled the three as this is the first time hearing that kind of talk from him. “I really going to beat the shit out of him this time.” Megumi said it before he storms off.

"Hey Megumi!!" Maki yelled.

“Uh....I hope we didn’t do anything wrong...” Panda sweat-dropped.

“Mustard Leaf...” Toge said, sweat-dropping as well.

------- At the dojo, a hour earlier-------

“So let me get this straight....your sensei has this thing called Infinity and he brings the concept of it to life where you can’t hit him like for real?” Daichi as he is doing some homework as he is with Yuji eating lunch. They are at the training area since Kisho likes to hang out there as it is mixed of outside and inside since they see the outside where the birds are flying in the sky while they can hide inside for the shade. Eito is resting at Kisho's side.

“Uh-huh." Yuji nods, eating a sandwich. "So you can't hit him no matter how close you are. Gojo-sensei is literally untouchable, man. He is the strongest sorcerer around." He said.

"Nice!” Kisho grins.

“I know, right?” Yuji sharing the feeling. “I hope I get to be strong as him!”

“Knowing you, Yuji! You will!” Kisho nods, “Hell...this makes me wanna fig-”

“DAICHIII!”

Kisho jumped he heard his hero name since Daichi is his hero name. But that shout. It’s Megumi. Something is wrong. Yuji jumped hearing Megumi shout. The hell?! Yuji and Kisho heard Megumi as it sounds like he’s coming down from the hallway. He's angry. Something is wrong. What’s going on? They got their answer when Megumi shouts the next thing.

“YOU SOLD 4.5 BILLION OF YOUR CURSED CHARMS ALL OVER THE WORLD?!”

Kisho and Yuji had their jaws dropped which got Sukuna whose inside Yuji wide-eyed at the update of the charms being sold. The teens became pale or rather...Kisho is more paler than Yuji right now.

“Wait....wasn’t it 2.3 billion?!” Yuji asked and whirls his head at Kisho, “Did you continue selling your charms?!” Yuji asked in disbelief.

“NO! I DISCONTINUE IT. There must be the final shipments last month that probably arrived last week or before!!!!” Kisho yelled.

‘Seriously?!’ Yuji and Sukuna thought at the same time.

“DAICHI!! I KNOW YOU CAN HEARD ME! WHERE ARE YOU?"

This got the boys startled as Kisho gulps. Yuji looks over to Kisho and says, "Yeah....you better run. Like...NOW.” Yuji said.

Kisho, aka Daichi Pheon-X, didn't need to be told twice as he packed up his notebook and put Eito on his arm, then ran off before Megumi arrives.

“Uh...hey Megumi! What’s up?” Yuji laughed nervously or rather he is scared shitless seeing the dark expression on Megumi’s face right now. Ooooh this is not good! He is really going to beat the shit out of Daichi this time. Yuji can tell.

“Where’s Daichi?” Megumi said as his green eyes are scanning the dojo for any trace of him.

“Don’t know?” Yuji said quickly. “Now....what was it about the charms again?”

“4.5...billion.” Megumi begins. “That’s how much he sold! Not only that, that idiot sold a lot of them to New York where Taz’s friends live and....ALL OVER THE WORLD!”

“Oh....jeez....how did it get up from 2.3 billion?” Yuji uttered.

“Hold on, you knew?!” Megumi glowered making Yuji meep in fear.

“Huh?! Well...yeah! I mean...uh....um...Gojo-sensei found out!” Yuji said. “SORRY, Megumi! I didn’t want you to get any angrier than ever when you first chased down Daichi when you found out about his website! Daichi solved the issue by discontinuing his charm selling and he doesn’t want you to worry about it”

Megumi wasn’t convinced, “Just tell me where he is.”

“He left..” Yuji said hoenstly. “Hold...on....are you really going to beat him up?”

“I am...he is not going to learn accountability until it hits him in the face.” Megumi replied.

‘Or you will hit him in the face...’ Yuji thought.

“So help me find him.” Megumi said.

“Su-WAIT WHAT?! NO! I”M NOT HELPING! I don’t believe in school violence! Just talk to Daichi and he’s sure to make it up to you!” Yuji said. Megumi narrows his eyes, “Fine then I will ask Sukuna!”

“You what?!” Then an eye and a mouth forms on Yuji’s cheek, “Oh? And what is it you want to ask me, Fushigoro Megumi?” The King of Curses speaks, now eager as if he knows the answer..

“If you help me find Daichi, you can beat him up. Just don’t kill him.” Megumi offered making Yuji wide-eyed at what Megumi is offering. “MEGUMI!” Yuji cried.

“Sorry Itadori. But Daichi has to learn the hard way and this is the only way to do it.” Megumi said seriously.

Sukuna grins evilly. “Then I will help!”

“Wait...Sukuna! Megumi please!” And right away, black tattoos forms on his face and an extra pair of eyes opens under the eyes. His eyes turn red. ‘Yuji’ goes to push his hair back. “Let’s go find the little shrimp.” He grins wolfhisly.

The King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna has entered the fray.

--------- Present -------

Daichi is breathing in and out while Eito hoots in worry. “Yeah I know.” Daichi responded to Eito. He needs to find a place to hide right now. he can’t believe this right now! Seriously...did he had to destroy an area just to get him? Good thing, he run into Nobara and Taz. Maybe...just maybe Nobara or Taz talk some sense to Megumi.

‘This guy seriously wants to beat my ass!’ Daichi can’t believe it. Not to mention, he got Sukuna into this too. As if his problems weren’t enough! He went over to the shrine and looks back and forth. Maybe he can hide in the shrine. No way, they can find him in the shrine. Cursed spirits don’t like shrines right? RIGHT?

He quickly hides inside it and peeks outside.What got him widen is the sight of shadow beasts walking on fours roaming the grounds. Hold on...those monsters. What the hell are they? The monsters sniffs and looks at the shrine. Shit! It must be Megumi’s shikigami. If only Megumi knew.

Daichi got out of the shrine and tries to sneak away. But the monsters sniff and looks towards Daichi to which they screeched. This got Daichi yelped and starts running for his life. The monsters roared and starts chasing him down around the campus. He enters the cafeteria through a open window to which the students scream in surprise as he passes them while the two shadow beasts are chasing him down. The monsters slipped and fall on the tables due to the food on the table.

Daichi goes to aim his finger at them but decides against it. He keeps on running. He needs to find another place to hide. Maybe the teacher’s lounge!!!

He goes to escape the monsters by entering the class and try to confuse them as he went to place to place. It’s like a chase you seen on the cartoon when a monster chasing a mystery solving gang. The monsters enters the classrooms and are starting to get confused, trying to find Daichi.

Daichi is out of there and he is outside on the field. Along the way, he sees Taz again. He went over to her and hugs her.

“Taz! Oh my god! You gotta hide me and-” Then he notices something when he backs away from her. She has two orange marks on her left as well. “Uhhh....you’re not Taz...”

“I’m not, you worm!” Taz grins widely. “TIME TO BE PUNISHED!” Taz yelled, summoning her dark spear. The two shadow monsters are now approaching the teen making the teen realized.

“OW! YOU TURKEY!” Kinie Ger cried, staggering back as Eito flies back to Daichi.

“AAHHHHH!” Daichi screamed while Eito bawks and pecks Kinie on the forehead. hard

“NOT TODAY! YOU WON’T GET ME!!” Daichi said as he evades the swipes of Kinie’s kinfolk. Then he summons a line of fire preventing them from getting him. Kinie yells, “DAMNIT! I WILL GET YOU!” She said while rubbing her forehead.

------ Janitor’s Closet -----

That’s not Taz. THAT’S KINIE GER!

Daichi shuts the door behind him, breathing in and out.

Okay! He got out of there! That was close. So now...he won’t deal with one cursed spirit. He has to deal with another one?! KINIE GER?! SHIIT!

Then suddenly two fists broke through the door making Daichi back up right away. The door reveals a huge crack revealing face. Pink hair and four glowing red eyes, plus those tattoos....

Daichi and Eito screams in terror when Sukuna breaks in.

Daichi backs himself to the corner and his legs are shaking. It’s like straight out of a horror movie from the Shining when the familiar figure in question and leans, staring straight at Daichi’s soul.

HELL NO! He needs to do something. Oh! Is that a fire extinguisher?! THANK GOD! He rips the extinguisher off the wall, pulls the pin and squeezes the lever, aiming the nozzle on Sukuna. Blasting him with foam.

“HEREEEE’S SUKUNA!” Sukuna laughed manically.

“ACK! WHAT THE HELL?! YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!” Sukuna yelled.

“SORRY YUJI!” Daichi apologizes before bonking Sukuna on the head with the fire extinguisher. Daichi escapes the room, leaving Sukuna inside the room while the King of Curses is coughing. “What the hell is this?! It tastes so bad!!”

The game continues on....

Daichi is still running. He has to keep going.

#rp #ic #Dangerous Hide & Seek; Drabble #Dangerous Hide & Seek Part 2 #Daichi Pheon-X - The Chunibyo Sorcerer #thesilverpeahenresidence

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karinasbaby · 9 months ago

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finally got the chance to lose my sanity over the best fucking birthday gift EVER. AND HOLY FUCK

this one had such an intense kick to it oh my GOOODDJELSHS im literally LAUGHING while writing this i can’t believe what i just read what the HELL wlehaldjjhdf hana you will pay for your crimes 🫵 this was once again ATTEMPTED MURDERRRR u really gave me in love and soft and munch hee all on my birthday 😨😨😨 i’m about to throw up istg my mind is SPINNING no words can describe how badly i want to scream rn.

first of all

!?!?!^>[+{]^+{]>]*!=\$\•!{]+! BUT U DID THIS FOR WHATTTTRT😭😭😭 “he loved it when you ruined him, turning him into someone that only you got to see” my legs hurt from me kicking them in the air for so fucking long i actually can’t do this bcs wdym what do you mean WHAT DO YOU MEANNNN WHY IS HE SO CUTE AND SWEET AND SO LOVABLE PLS HEESEUNG LET ME WRAP U UP IN A BLANKET AND KEEP U IN MY POCKET :((( and the obsession with the adam’s apple is so real because i WILL kiss it. non stop. for the rest of my life. for sure. mhm.

u see now personally me? i died lol 🤣🙏🏼 idk about u but i audibly gasped and had to take a break because i would have fallen out of bed for the 9th time tonight and i really wasn’t looking forward to that 🙏🏼 because what. a small cupcake with a candle on it the moment it’s 12 like r u kidding :( r u joking this is so cute and so sweet i have tears in my eyes what the heck heeseung actually being obsessed with birthdays (unlike someone yes im throwing shade and priority jay) (im playing pls don’t jump me) is so cute and just so him :( im gonna cry myself to sleep today 💯

now what if i cry lmfao. no what if i suddenly disappear then what. why would u dO THIS TO MEEEEEEEE 💔💔💔💔💔😭💔😭💔😭💔😭😭💔💔💔💔😭😭😭💔😭😭😭😭💔😭💔😭😭😭�� i’m actually going through it & tearing up again like soft in love hee who loves to praise you like i can’t cut the fucking cameras i CANT i don’t have the ability to handle this ☹️💔☹️💔💔

u making shirtless hee wear a chain… you’re out for blood atp. like u really are 😕‼️ AND PLEASE WDYM HE LAUGHED INTO THE KISS DONT DO THIS TO ME I WILL ACTUALLY MELT AND EXPLODE soft in love hee you’re genuinely gonna kill me like wdym :( hes so the type to interlock ur hands together and kiss u then laugh or smile continuously into the kiss and i can’t do this there are tears in my eyes hana what have you done 💔💔💔💔💔💔

the constant usage of pretty like what did i ever do to you. aren’t u tired of making me blush and giggle all the damn TIME ☹️⁉️ enough is enough pls have some mercy show some mercy towards my heart 💔

this. this right here… haha. “we’ll still eat, baby. this is just for me.”

you’re evil. villainous. straight up wicked. out for BLOOD ‼️ out for MURDER ‼️‼️ TO END AND CHANGE LIVES ‼️ ALTERING THEM PERMANENTLYYYYYY 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊

after this it was just whiplash after whiplash bro like big dawg u have expectations that are too high of me if u really thought i was gonna be able to make it through this without losing my fucking shit entirely 🤣🙏🏼 because like ….?? “he would collapse if he didn’t prolong your climax” ????!!!!?$>[${%]+{>¥|!@£2@:WHAT THE HELLLL [DISTANT CAR CRASH] [SCREAMS] [GUNSHOT] i can’t TAKE IT ANYMOREEEE

i’m just a girl why would u put me through this :(

and then the last part being (cuz i can’t put anymore photos bcs of bitchass tumblr)

“you kissed him before smiling, so glad you were born because you got to have him. “thank you.”

heeseung smiled softly before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “happy birthday, baby.”

yeah that one was it for me ngl 🙏🏼 that was like the final blow. the knock out punch

anyways so i’ll quickly write this while sobbing but thank u so much to my dearest & sweetest hana for doing this on my birthday (just wait for march bro u think i’m gonna let u live peacefully???) like i genuinely can’t believe u came through with soft hee no i’m not crying stfu anyways i love u sosososomuch thank u for writing this masterpiece and for being my friend i can’t wait to annoy the living shit out of you when you’re back mamas 😁🙏🏼 pls study well & good luck on all of ur exams !!

✧ happy birthday, pretty

pairing: soft!heeseung x reader

summary: it’s your birthday, and while you don’t really care, your boyfriend cares a lot

warnings: kissing, no p in v, oral (fem receiving), hee is shirtless & soft, mentions of sex, oral happening in the kitchen (unhygienic), hee is a munch obvi, mdni

a/n: am i obsessed with birthdays? maybe. anyways, this is for @karinasbaby because it’s her bday! everyone say happy birthday

the bright rays of sunshine shine through the dark curtains, illuminating the quiet bedroom, casting a warm blanket over two sleeping bodies. one sunray shines directly on heeseung’s face and his eyes flutter open, nose scrunched in disdain. he squeezes his eyes shut before he pulls your sleeping body closer, burying his face in your neck.

heeseung smiles against your neck, content filling his chest. his nose brushes against the nape of your neck as he inhales, loving the way your body slightly smelled of his. trying his best not to wake you, he reaches backwards and grabs his phone. he glances at the time and his eyes widen. it was 10:49 am, which meant he had woken up eleven minutes before his alarm.

this never happened. he had never woken up before his alarm, but his eyes drift to your sleeping figure and they soften. for you, he would do anything. even wake up at an ungodly hour.

he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder and slowly pulls his arm out from under you. he freezes when you shift and stares at you with wide eyes as exhaustion pulls you back under. he gently unwraps his arm around you and shuffles his legs out from between yours. it takes him almost ten minutes to untwine his body from yours, and it’s done with increased difficulty.

he doesn’t want to leave the warm bed or your warm body, but he has plans that he must execute. today was an important day for you, so, it was important to him.

he bites his bottom lip as he pushes himself on the bed, wincing when the bed creeks beneath him. slowly, he turns his head back to you, making sure your eyes remain closed and your breathing remains even.

standing, he grabs his shirt from the floor and grins as he recalls the way you had thrown it, eager to get your hands on him. he places the shirt on his side of the bed, making it easier for you to grab and wear when you wake up. shirtless, he tiptoes to the bathroom and almost laughs at his reflection. his hair is upright and messy, his entire neck is littered with your small bites, and his lips are still swollen.

he simply stares at himself with a stupid grin on his face because he loved it when you ruined him, turning him into someone that only you got to see, got to touch. he touches his adam’s apple and winces, remembering how you had spent quite a bit of time last night just kissing it.

he shakes his head and grabs his toothbrush, careful to only open the tap a bit. he looks back at your sleeping body with a smile on his face, knowing you probably looked the same. he did, after all, ravish you last night.

as soon as the clock had struck 12:00 am, he pulled out a cupcake and candle and made you blow it out, a longstanding tradition in your relationship. one that he implemented, since between the both of you, he was a lot more into birthdays.

you smiled at him and closed your eyes, wishing for nothing but a good year and his happiness. he fed you the cupcake and licked the icing off the corner of your lips. wanting to return the favour, you licked the icing off his jaw. as the cupcake was used and abused, clothes came flying off and heeseung’s first present to you kept you up all night.

he washes his face and tiptoes out of the room and down the hall, towards the kitchen. he had gone out the day before to grab everything he needed for breakfast, hiding it all from you in the back of the fridge. he stretches and grabs two pans, turning on the stove.

as quietly as he can, he cracks the eggs and cuts the fruit. he opens a window so the smell doesn’t wake you. he’s bubbling with excitement, giddy because he had planned everything for today weeks before and he was finally getting to check off everything in his list.

with a soft, permanent smile on his lips, he puts his airpods in as he continues cooking your breakfast. the soft music drowns all sounds and he gets lost in the domesticity of it all.

as the sun shines brighter in the blue sky, the beams of light become too much for you and you squeeze your eyes shut, groaning as you slowly regain consciousness. immediately, your hand reaches for heeseung and you frown when all you feel is the cold mattress. you open one eye and stare at the empty space, scrunching your nose in tiredness.

groggily, you sit up and blink around the room. the curtains did little to stop the sun, both of you having forgotten to shut the blinds. you stretch your neck, yawning as the smell of pancakes wafted through the air. goosebumps erupt on your skin and you look down, only now realizing that you’re still naked. you hastily grab heeseung’s shirt and pull it on, pushing yourself out of bed.

you waddle to the bathroom, eyes still sleepy. you look up at your reflection and almost laugh at how insane you look. your hair's a mess and there are love bites all over your skin; your neck, your collarbone, and your thighs. amazed, you trace the marks with gentle fingers. your tired frown turns into a wide smile at the sight, in awe of heeseung’s dedication.

you wash your face and brush your teeth, a soft smile on your lips. you could hear heeseung in the kitchen and although you told him not to do anything, you knew your words fell on deaf ears. ever since you had started dating, heeseung made it his mission to make every birthday the best one.

at first, you used to chastise him, but then you learned that it was simply who he was. this was his love language; to celebrate the day you were born, to make sure that it was perfect and filled with happiness. he loved you so much and he wanted to celebrate today; glad that you had been born because he couldn’t imagine his life with you.

so, you let him be. you indulged him in all his plans, learning to love and appreciate the day as much as he did. if he loved today, you certainly could.

in just his shirt, you stepped out of your shared bedroom and walked to the kitchen, careful to keep light feet. your smile widened at the sight of heeseung’s bare back as he stood at the stove, quietly humming. he slightly swayed his hips to the music, lost in his own world.

you leaned against the kitchen entrance, arms crossed as you stared at him, biting your bottom lip in amusement. you loved him like this; free, comfortable, and himself. you eyed everything on the counter and shook your head, knowing he would be so glad to check everything off his little list with a gel pen you had gotten him.

heeseung stared at the pancake in front of him, counting the seconds until he could flip it. he was so preoccupied that he hadn’t noticed you, not until you wrapped your arms loosely around his waist and pressed your face against his back.

surprised, heeseung lost count before he grinned, turning his head. “good morning, pretty. happy birthday.”

you smiled against his back, looking up at him with wide eyes. “thank you, hee.”

heeseung plucked the airpods out of his ears and set them on the counter before he flipped the pancake, pleased with himself as it was perfectly golden. “how’d you sleep? you’re not too sore are you?” his doe eyes couldn’t hide the teasing in his tone.

you smirked before gently biting his back, grinning at his feigned wince. “i slept like a baby thanks to you. and, for your information, everything hurts.”

heeseung lowered the flame before he turned around, wrapping his arms around your waist as you looked up at him, his chain tickling your nose. he looked down at you with wide, bright eyes. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and you smiled.

“that’s too bad, pretty. i’m not even close to being done with you yet.” he brushed his nose against yous and you closed your eyes, his words igniting a fire that had been briefly put out last night.

your body didn’t really hurt, but heeseung didn’t have to know that. it wouldn’t make a difference, not really. he’d still go down on you regardless.

instead of edging him on, you raised an eyebrow. “your pancake is burning.”

immediately, his facade dropped and he turned around, mumbling incoherent curses as he lifted the pancake and put it on top of the ever growing stack. you eyed the pancakes and almost burst out laughing.

each one was a lopsided heart.

enamoured, you stepped back and pushed yourself up on the opposite counter, content with just watching him cook. you crossed your ankles and tilted your head, focused on his broad back and thin waist. his arms were hard at work, whisking and pouring and you eyed the veins that always made an appearance in the morning.

after pouring the next two pancakes, heeseung turned around and froze at your stare; so bright and filled with love. he smiled softly and stepped towards you, smile widening when you spread your legs apart, letting him slot himself right in between them.

you rested your hands on his waist and his warm hands rested on your exposed thighs. he looked down at you with a soft smile, his eyes shining with fondness. his thumbs rubbed circles on your inner thighs and you tried to ignore it.

“you look so beautiful, baby. i’m the luckiest man alive.” his words were soft, and yet so loud in your mind. you felt your neck warm and you looked away, focusing on the jug of juice on the counter behind him.

he cupped your jaw and turned your head, a familiar glint in his eyes. you weren’t sure if it was the stove or the sun shining through the window, but your entire body felt warm. his hands on you and his intense gaze was making your mind hazy.

he smiled at you and you felt your heart squeeze in your chest. you loved his smile. the way it stretched his cheeks and made his eyes smaller, his perfect teeth on display as his cheeks filled out.

unable to help yourself, you hooked your finger in his chain and pulled his face closer to yours, pressing your lips against his. he laughed into the kiss and his other hand traveled up your thigh until it squeezed your waist, pulling you closer to him.

he deepened the kiss and you opened your mouth slightly, allowing his hot tongue to explore your mouth. the intensity of his body pressed against yours made you run your fingers up his back until they tangled in his soft hair, eliciting a soft moan from him.

he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, the bridge of your noses grazing each other as you both tried to catch your breath. he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear and kissed your cheek.

before you could capture his lips again, heeseung squeezed your hip and stepped back, smirking at the frown on your lips as he turned back to the stove, flipping the pancakes. he kept his back to you and your stare burned into his exposed back.

you closed your legs and squeezed your thighs together as you watched him move around the kitchen, fascinated by the way he danced around the kitchen. it warmed your heart, knowing he did this for you; only for you. you eyed the faint scratch marks on his back and memories of last night came rushing forward.

although heeseung was primarily focused on cooking, making sure your breakfast was perfect, he kept his heightened attention on you, paying attention to the way you squeezed your thighs together and how your eyes never strayed from his back.

“so,” he began, as he fried different kinds of meat. “after breakfast, i was thinking that maybe we could go to that museum you really wanted to visit.”

you watched as his back muscles flexed, mesmerized with the way he did everything so effortlessly. you nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you. “sure, i’d really like that.”

he turned his head and grinned widely at you and you rolled your eyes, a lovesick smile on your lips. you didn’t know why he bothered acting so nonchalant every time. you knew he had already booked the tickets and booked a reservation at your favourite restaurant. he never left anything up to chance, making sure everything was always planned close to the T.

gosh, you really loved him.

“hee,” you said, a little embarrassed. “c’mere for a second.” you stopped swinging your legs and sat up straighter when he placed the final piece of meat on the pan. he turned and stepped in between your legs, his hands on your waist.

you rested your hands on his chest and he shuddered at the coldness of them before stepping closer, his pelvis pressing against your hips. your eyes fluttered at his closeness, the warmth of his body reeling you in.

“i just wanted to say thank you.” his eyes softened and his smile turned bashful. “you always do so much for me and you have no idea how thankful i am.”

heeseung kissed your forehead. “it’s just breakfast, baby. the day is still young.” he pressed another kiss to your nose. “you never have to thank me. you know i’d do anything for you.”

you rested your hand right on top of his beating heart and smiled softly when it began to beat a bit faster. even after all these years, he still got a bit nervous around you. it wasn’t his fault, really. you were just too beautiful. he couldn’t handle it sometimes.

“still.” you leaned forward and kissed his chest, right between two hickeys you had given him last night. at the feeling of your plush lips against his skin, heeseung’s breath hitched. “you do so much for me.”

bewitched by your scent and smile, heeseung’s eyes burned brightly as he looked down at you, a warmth spreading through his body. his hands rubbed the exposed skin of your thighs, the sight of you in just his shirt had his mind racing.

“you wanna thank me, pretty?”

you tried not to grin at his words; at the familiar tone and the way his words came out quieter, a bit huskier than normal. he cupped your jaw and tilted your face upwards, a mischievous glint in his eyes as his gaze fixed on your lips.

you hummed softly, nodding your head. there was something so seductive about him, the way his smile made you soft and yet his eyes, gosh, his eyes. big and wide and dark, burning with a heat that mirrored the flame of the stove.

your breathing becomes heavier as he tips his head down, his lips hovering yours. you close your eyes, needing his lips on yours. he, however, pulls back and turns around. you open your mouth in objection but heeseung simply turns off the stove before he grabs your face, slamming his lips on yours.

you laugh in delight as he presses himself closer to you, one of his hands on your thigh as the other rests gently on your throat, keeping you from squirming. your hands were in his hair, pulling and scratching.

the sounds of your lips against each other echoed in the kitchen as heeseung groaned into the kiss, enraptured by your taste. his hand slipped under your–his–shirt and he began to press his thumb into the skin of your stomach and hips.

you pull away and heeseung rests his forehead against yours, both of your chests heaving. you lean forward and press a swift kiss to his swollen lips, licking his bottom lick sensually. heeseung’s eyes widen, mesmerized by you. he captures your lips again, heart beating rapidly as his arms circle your waist and pull you flush against him.

“you drive me crazy,” he whispers against your lips. “everything about you.”

you kiss him back messily, hands traveling up his neck. “think about how i feel.” you press a kiss to his adam’s apple. “you’re too good for me.”

your words settle in heeseung’s mind and his first instinct is to pull away, to look you in the eyes and tell you how horribly wrong you are. he’s not too good for you; you, you’re too good for him. you’re too good for anyone, but he’s selfish and tries his best.

instead, his hands wander and he grins when you whimper, his thumbs brushing against your pinched nipples. he watches as your eyes shut and you lean forward in pleasure as he rubs and pinches them. he presses an open mouth kiss to both nipples on top of your shirt, pleased by the bright look in your eyes.

his lips travel down until he reaches your nude thighs. he falls to his knees and your legs tremble at the sight before you. you bite the inside of your cheek as heeseung looks up at you, lust and adoration swirling in his eyes.

he taps your knee. “spread your legs for me, pretty. you said you wanted to thank me.”

instantly, your legs spread apart and heeseung shuffled closer. “but, hee, what about the food?” you ask weakly, wanting nothing more than his tongue in you.

heeseung smirks at the sight of your soaked pussy, knowing you had been dripping onto the counter with no remorse. “we’ll still eat, baby. this is just for me.”

he hooks his arms under your thighs and easily lifts your thighs above the counter, moving you off it and closer to his face. your arms immediately rest behind you, holding the rest of your body weight.

heeseung moves his face closer to your bare cunt, the heat from his breath making your body tingle. you watch him with wide eyes as he stares, before blowing warm air on it.

you squirm in his hold and his hands tighten around you. “such a pretty pussy, baby.” he praises, completely infatuated. he loved you, but he also really loved your pussy. he loved how pretty it was and how it tasted and he loved how well it took him. “my girl is the prettiest girl in the world.”

“hee,” you whisper, needing him.

he understands, and because it’s your birthday, he simply brushes his nose against your slick folds before licking a harsh stripe of your core. your back arched and you let out a quiet moan as he wasted no time.

he pressed his face closer to your cunt as his tongue licked and sucked, lapping up all your juices. the sounds of slurping and his lips smacking around your clit made your legs shake as his nose pressed so deliciously against you.

you whimpered when he tilted his head even further, pushing his tongue deep within you. you felt the tip of it curl upwards and you almost screamed, tears gathering in your eyes. “yes, yes,” you chanted, “faster, fuck.”

at the sight of your pleasure, heeseung hums and the sound makes your insides vibrate. you begin moving your hips feverishly against his face, grinding down on him. he groans as you rub your slick all over his face, his chin dripping with drool and arousal.

your sweet scent and taste overwhelms his mind and he begins to lose his mind as his lips latch onto your clit, face pressed right against your dripping cunt as his tongue slides in and out of you.

“fuck, hee,” you mumble, eyes barely open as you watch him suck you dry. “i’m close–” your legs were pulsing erratically and your walls clenched around his tongue as your release edged closer.

“cum, pretty,” he edged. “want the birthday girl’s cum all over my face.”

his words broke you and you moaned as your vision blurred, your orgasm washing over you like cold water. throwing your head back, heeseung continued to push his tongue into your gushing pussy, his lips coaxing all your juices down his throat. he licked and sucked even when you mumbled something incoherent about it being too much.

he wanted it all; every last drop you had to offer. you tasted too good, looked too pretty and he would collapse if he didn’t prolong your climax. his tongue continued to lap up everything that dripped out of you as you breathed harshly, chest heaving up and down as your legs shook.

once he had sucked your dry, cleaning you up like the good boyfriend he was, he pressed a soft kiss to your clit before peppering your inner thighs with kisses. you watched him with half lidded eyes as your body twitched with sensitivity.

“did so well for me, pretty.” he whispered against your skin. he looked up at you and your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight of him; his eyes wide and hair wild as your cum and slick coated his face, his sun-kissed skin glowing with sweat as he smiled with swollen lips.

he looked so pleased, so giddy. so completely, irrevocably in love with you.

he kissed up your thighs before he gently placed your shaking hips back on the counter. he kept his hands on your thighs as he stood, smiling down at you. “you’re my favourite meal.”

he grinned at the fucked out look on your face. when you managed a soft smile, he gently held your jaw as he placed a tender kiss on your lips. he rested his forehead against yours as you wrapped your arms around his stomach, holding him close as your heart calmed down.

he rubbed soothing circles on your back as you hugged, his cheek resting on your head. this was everything to him; the quiet moments you both shared in the privacy of your home. this was how he wanted to spend your birthday; alone and calm, with spurts of arousal and activity.

he reached over and grabbed a freshly cleaned hand towel before wetting it under the sink. “you okay, baby? do you want a glass of water?” he cleaned you up, wiping your legs clean carefully.

you shook your head and looked up at him. “some food would be nice.” he rolled his eyes at you before kissing your forehead. he stepped away from you and turned on the stove, finishing frying the meat he had abandoned.

he sang quietly as he kept throwing you flirtatious looks, grinning when you flipped him off. once the meat was cooked. he placed everything on the table, including the vase of flowers he had hidden.

you smiled softly at him when he lifted you off the counter and brought you to the table, setting you down on your seat. before he could step away, you grabbed his sweatpants and pulled him back to you.

with soft eyes, he bent down. “what is it, pretty?”

you kissed him before smiling, so glad you were born because you got to have him. “thank you.”

heeseung smiled softly before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “happy birthday, baby.”

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flames-memory · 7 months ago

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**__Wednesday__**

So, that’s now. I’m almost done with this drone work. I took this job to get some downtime from BLP. Make some money Kass wouldn’t be looking for. They all kept telling me to make an account, set up auto pays, blah blah blah. I didn’t pay her since that first payment, cuz I only pay cash, and I never delivered the rest! Still, I’m keeping the job. It’s good to be busy and normal for a good part of the day. Well, night. Also good for me. Fewer people.

Max and I will be meeting up later. He’s schedule is different, so late for me. I’m going to go make a cute outfit, so he’ll smile when he sees me. BC Promised to hang out with me before hand, so really, I’m the luckiest. I can’t wait.

**__Movie Night__**

Either Max was early, or I misunderstood. I managed a cute outfit, and went up to chill blueside for a bit. Ran into Stormy and Rad. Steph showed, and I got a little girlie outfit approval, and thanked Steph for the Banana Bread. (BC made a sandwich with it... O,o wth lmao I love her so much)

I met up with Max, and we watched Dune 2 at the cinema by Afterhours. He was so handsome, all shirt and tie heh.

We talked about BC. I don't want to hurt him. He seems to understand, at least in general terms of thers's romantical hijinks afoot wit both of them, and they mean... just everything to me.

Makes me think about Jay, and the other "options" I might have, but I don't know that I want or need anyone else. I guess if I meet someone, and like Max and BC, I'll love them or not. I didn't pick Max, or BC, I just love them, like it or not.

So I'm going to just be happy now, and not "look". Not for "love". I want to look for friends, and find love if it's there. Like with Max and BC.

So, many jokes, much sugar, and several (not enough) kisses later, and I'm pretty sure I saw MOST of the movie. Sitting in Max's lap, well, almost, cuddling with him. No pressure or expectations. Just happy sweet love. Again... like nothing I've done... maybe ever. I mean, even in high school, I don't think I ever felt anything like that. In my experience, Rogue Isles boys were not... romantic.

I guess they gotta come from a powerful crime family to come out as nice as Max

He kissed me good night, at my doorstep. Such an amazing night. I didn't know I could have moments like that.

I shared this with BC... I'm glad she can read what I'm thinking here, understand me better. I messed up so badly there, I want to know she understands, that I haven't used the wrong words somehow, and said things wrong... or save her have to listen to too many long speeches about feelings, heh.

But I forgot about the pictures. I forgot I mentioned them. I don't mind so much that she knows. I hope she never has to see them. To see me like that. I wasn't ashamed when it happened, exactly, but I also didn't ask her to take them, and I certainly didn't ask her to sell them online. At first, I was kind of impressed at the amount of money. That seemed strange. Who pays a bunch of money for porn pictures?

I tried to get back in and get them from the server, but I couldn't access it. I'm not a hacker, what can I say.

And Now.. BC says she's going to get rid of them. Please.. don't let her get hurt, or get in trouble.

I worry, just a little.. that if Kass knows I'm worried about them, that if I draw any attention to them, she might get ideas. Might do something... but really, that's probably not going to happen. Kass would have to FEEL something, feel anger, feel resentment, over me. And I don't believe she has any such strong feelings, not for me. Fearing that drama is just ego, some sick part of me that wants Kass to be mad, to be hurt, to feel something over me leaving, but I don't believe it. Not really. Besides, I'd rather she just forgot all about me. If she did feel something, BC or Max might get hurt, and I don't want that, not for any reason.

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zoe-oneesama · 4 years ago

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I'm interested in the Lila exposed au about your akumasona. What's that?

For those who don’t know my OC (self insert) akumasona Zoe Rapporte (The Enchanted Florist), but her family owns a flower shop that is pretty successful - think “This florist does the arrangements at the Grand Paris and for High Profile Events” - so she’s mildly acquainted with Adrien from some of those events. Maybe not friends, but like when you frequent a coffee shop so much that you learn all the staff’s name and they all remember you.

So Lila is not above dropping lots of money to sell her lies (hello Gabriel Collection Fox Necklace) and one of her lies to her mother is that Adrien is her boyfriend. And what boyfriend doesn’t send his lovely girlfriend flowers, especially one as well off as Adrien Agreste? And really, as long as his name is on the card when her mother accepts them at the door, that’s all that matters, right?

So Zoe takes note that once a week this prissy girl with a bizarre hairstyle comes in to place a rather pricey bouquet order under Adrien’s name and has it delivered to the same address that’s on the credit card bill - doesn’t take a genius to figure out this delusional weirdo is pretending a celebrity is sending her flowers weekly. It’s a little strange because Zoe could’ve sworn she saw on TV that this chick had done photo shoots with Adrien before and based on his Instagram she was his classmate, so it’s kinda concerning that she’s going this far to burrow her way into his life. Still, she’s dropping quite a bit of coin and it’s really none of Zoe’s business, yeah?

But then imagine there’s a class event - maybe a dance, maybe a teacher’s appreciation week, maybe an alumni reunion - that needs our favorite class representative and her deputy to order a large amount of flowers. And Adrien, ever desperate to do his part, takes it upon himself to help with the budget. And maybe Nino decides to come for no particular reason lol.

So the four walk into the Rapporte Flower Shop and Adrien is so excited to introduce his friends to one of the familiar faces from his VIP world. And he’s just so exuberant as he brags about his friends and is so wholesome and different from the put together boy Zoe would briefly meet at those stuffy events that this surge of sisterly affection makes her completely forget her usual “none of my business” attitude. She’s got to let him know what it going on behind his back, especially if there’s a chance that he has no idea what kind of girl “Mlle. Rossi at the fifth story walk up” was.

And who knows? Maybe this was a misunderstanding, a weird arrangement Adrien had with his secret girlfriend to make sure she gets exactly the type of bouquet she wants? Zoe recons she’s had stranger requests. Welp, no better way to clear the air than to just ask.

“Hey Adrien, you know there’s this weird girl that comes in once a week and has flowers delivered to herself under your name?”

Adrien paused in his rant about Nino’s music mixing skills (having already left Alya puffing her chest in pride and Marinette a red puddle of embarrassed goo) to stare blankly at Zoe. “I beg your pardon?”

“Oh yeah.” Zoe leaned into her palm, looking way too relaxed considering what she’d just dropped on him. “For, like, the two months at least. Always has us address her card ‘Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder, Ma Belle, from Your Loving Boyfriend Adrien Agreste’.”

“What the heck?!” Alya exclaimed from beside Nino who’s jaw was dropped in disbelief. “That’s crazy messed up. Adrien doesn’t even have a girlfriend, what does this psycho think she’s doing?!”

“Right? I don’t know who she thinks she fooling. What kind of boyfriend needs to sign his full name?”

“It is pretty weird.” Adrien said, rubbing his neck in discomfort. “But it’s not the strangest thing a fan has done. It’s not that big a deal, right?”

“Dude.” Nino started, staring at his best friend in mild horror. “Just because you don’t know this girl doesn’t make it ‘no big deal’.”

“Oh no.” Zoe pipes up again. “He knows her.”

“What?!” All of Adrien’s friend’s exclaimed. Even Adrien looked a bit shook by her admission.

Alya zipped over to the counter, leaning dangerously close to Zoe’s remarkably unfazed face. “What do you mean ‘he knows her’?! How do you know that?! This sounds like a creepy fangirl but you’re telling me she’s actually in Adrien’s life?!”

“I should say so. I mean, it was even on TV that she was modeling with Adrien and she’s made a few appearances on his instagram.” Zoe brought out her phone, casually thumbing open Instagram. “I would’ve just ignored it, but if she’s going around pretending she’s dating Adrien then he has the right to know.”

“Modeling with....and you said on his instagram...?”

“Are...” Marinette piped up, voice dripping with trepidation. “Are you talking about Lila?”

“Marinette,” Alya gave her friend a withering look. “Just because you don’t like her doesn’t mean you can just accuse her of-”

Zoe cut her off, flashing her phone screen at the group to present a photo, having found the image she was looking for: a brunette with a straight fringe and her forelocks in twin tails leaning possessively over an uncomfortably smiling Adrien.

“Yes, Mlle. Rossi! I’d recognize that crazy hairstyle anywhere.” She turned the phone back to look at it herself. “Pft, Adrien, what’s with this caption? ‘Lila insisted I take post this picture?’ Yikes, man, learn to say no.”

Alya waved her hands in front of her, eyes scrunched closed in disbelief. “Hold up, hold up, hold up. You have GOT to be getting this twisted. Lila wouldn’t do something that like this, that’s just...wrong!”

“I mean, this is definitely the girl I was talking about.” Zoe said slowly, raising one eyebrow at Alya’s response. “And Rossi is the name on the bill. What exactly am I ‘getting twisted?’“

“Because!..Because Lila just wouldn’t!”

“Yeah!” Nino shouted from behind her, shaking himself out of the stupor this whole situation left him in. “She said she wasn’t into Adrien like that!”

Zoe snorted. “And you believed her?”

“W-well yeah, why would she lie about that...?”

“You guys are so cute. And definitely need to watch more True Crime shows.”

“What-?”

“Sorry Adrien.” Zoe lofted over Alya’s shoulder, cutting off another defensive quip. “I know she was your friend. I just wanted to make sure you knew.”

“Ah, no, she’s not really- I mean, I’m not that surprised to be honest.” Adrien offered weakly.

“It sounds right up her alley.” Marinette growled, fingers digging into her crossed arms.

“What...” Nino and Alya turned to their friends, confused and anxious. “What are you talking about? This..this is Lila we’re talking about!”

“The same Lila who got Marinette expelled?” Adrien stated, face grim and tired.

“That was rescinded, it wasn’t her fault-”

“The same Lila who sent everyone in Adrien’s contact list picture of her kissing Adrien?” Marinette ground out, aggravated.

“I mean, that was weird, but I’m sure she didn’t mean-”

“The same Lila who got my bodyguard and Natalie in trouble with my dad?”

“Or maybe the same Lila who stole Adrien’s dad’s book and threw it in the trash?”

“She did WHAT-?!”

“I-I fished it out for you!”

“Wait is that how you knew about Lila-”

“Wow.” Zoe whistled, again cutting the group off. “What a class act. Sounds like a great friend you got there, Adrien.”

“Oh trust me.” Adrien growled, eyes never leaving Marinette who steadfastedly refused to look at him. “After this we’re NOT friends.”

Alya held her head with one hand, staring at the ground. “Wait, wait, this...this can’t be right, Lila isn’t...she wouldn’t do this, she wouldn’t, she’s...cool! And nice! And-! She just can’t!”

Zoe cocked her head toward’s Alya, leveling her with a patient stare. “Well, then what is she doing?” Alya looked up blankly at her, prompting her further. “The truth of the matter is that Lila Rossi comes in once a week, and has been for at least two months, buying flowers to be delivered to her own address (which I know because it matches up to the address on the card with her last name on it), but dictates that the card say it was sent by Adrien. If she’s not faking that Adrien is sending her flowers, what is she doing?”

“I...I don’t...” Alya floundered. They were just supposed to order some flowers, how did the day turn like this?!

“You’re an investigative reporter, right? What’s that old Sherlock Holmes saying? ‘Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth’?”

Alya leaned into Nino, staring out at the shop, searching for something to make some sense. She thought Lila was nice, was her friend, was everyone’s friend! But this stunt with Adrien...what does it even mean...?

Everyone looked towards the employee door as footsteps could be heard approaching. A moment later Tama, Zoe’s younger sister, stepped into the shop, pausing at the door when she realized five pairs of eyes were staring at her. She looked over the customers, taking in Marinette’s slight glower, Adrien’s tight jaw, and Nino and Alya’s devastated posture.

“Soooo, are you here to buy some bouquets?”

#lol I didn't know how to finish this off though #I always imagined it as a 'wake up call' fic rather than a 'and then everyone told lila how awful she is'#could use some refinement #lila salt #zoe rapporte #my oc #my fic #ml salt fic #akumasona #miracusona #a-bitchtm

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intergalacticaquarium · 2 years ago

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Adventure's Aftermath

Eddie Munson x soon-to-be-step!Henderson! female original character

ALRIGHT HERE IT IS- this is technically part 9 of my series home again, but I added any context needed so anybody could read it because it is...delicious. There is literally nothing I love more than writing two well meaning people arguing and that's what this is, SO, onto the housekeeping and then you can read it.

Summary: After escaping the Upside Down, Dustin invites Eddie and Sam (who's dad is engaged to Dustin's mom) to crash at his place. Things turn south when Eddie gets introspective and he and Sam have a heated argument that ends with him at a loss for words.

Content- a lot of cursing, mentions of weed and cigarettes, angst that is largely unresolved but not in a sad way and not in a way that sucks if ur just gonna read this one, Eddie being insecure, Sam being mad that Eddie's being down on himself because he's insulting her taste in friends, sexual tension, the good shit. U get it.

Also obviously I'm writing this before the season actually ends so this and a few other chapters will probably be reorganized and rewritten in a couple weeks.

(Series masterpost/chapter links here!)

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The matter was resolved, the gates were closed, Eddie was proven innocent, and the gang departed from the location of their final battle one by one until the only ones left were Dustin, Eddie, and Sam sitting on the curb. All three of them were covered in several days of adventure's worth of muck and soot, but all of them were grinning now the danger was finally dealt with. Eddie took out a cigarette and lit it, after taking a puff Sam took it out of his mouth and took a drag, and Dustin looked at them expectantly.

“Can I try?” He asked, and the two of them shook their heads.

“Not cigarettes.” Sam conceded, and Eddie gave her a scandalized look.

“What?”

“Are you offering Dustin marijuana?” He asked all too seriously.

“Did you actually just say marijuana? What are you, his dad?” She asked, and raised her eyebrows when she saw Eddie wasn’t joking.

“He’s just a kid!” He said, Dustin protested, and Sam laughed.

“He’s 15 and I saw him kill like 4 actual monsters this week. He’s old enough to try a little weed with his big sister if he wants to and thinks that he’s ready.” She said, and Dustin grinned at her, and she offered him a fist bump, which he took.

“Just don’t let her peer pressure you, Dustin.” He said somberly as he leaned towards him, and Dustin gave both of them a look that silently said are you for real?

“Let’s just table this for another time, shall we? We wouldn’t want to not get your…third dad’s approval.” She said in a gently mocking tone, and Eddie groaned.

“I can’t believe I have to co-parent with Steve Harrington.” He complained, and Dustin grimaced.

“Dude, no. Not my dad. Not my step dad. We’re just friends. Don’t make this weird.’ Dustin scolded, and Sam looked to Eddie with exaggerated sternness.

“Yeah, don’t make it weird, Eddie.” She said, and he rolled his eyes. The two step-siblings took that as a victory and high fived.

Eddie wasn’t sure he liked that, but when Sam called herself Dustin’s sister he couldn’t help but grin wide while looking at the two of them.

“Hey- what are we waiting for exactly?” Dustin asked them after a few minutes, and they all looked at each other.

“I literally don't know where my van is so I’m not really sure where I’m supposed to go.” Sam said, suddenly nervous about real stuff and not monster stuff again.

“Yeah, and there’s a portal to hell in the crime scene I live in so I’m not going back there for a long while.”

“Oh. I was waiting for one of you two to give me a ride.” He said, and put on a thoughtful face, squinting at the two of them and they knew he had an idea.

The three of them stood at the Henderson’s front door as Dustin unlocked it. Eddie glanced nervously at Sam.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” He asked in a low voice.

“It’s fine!” Dustin insisted, and let them inside.

Sam stepped lightly to not get any inter-dimensional dirt on their floor as they walked in quietly as to not attract too much attention too soon. That plan was for nought, however, when they walked past the dining room table with Dustin’s mom and Sam’s dad playing a nice game of Canasta.

They each just stared at the three filthy teenagers in their living room looking sheepishly at them before springing out of their seats to hug their kids.

“Dusty! Where have you been?!” She asked frantically, grabbing a napkin and wiping off a part of his cheek so it would be clean enough for her to kiss it and got met with a moo-ooom stop! from Dustin, but Sam didn’t really notice.

The second that Sam’s dad’s arms were around her she nearly burst into tears. She hadn’t hugged him in over a year, and he was holding onto her so tightly that she knew how much it had hurt him. He cradled the back of her head and just rotated ever so slightly while he held his daughter. After a few minutes they separated, both with tears in their eyes.

“I am so glad that you’re okay, sweetie. When we found your van we thought the worst and-” he couldn’t even say it, only put a hand over his mouth to hide his emotions and hugged her again.

Eddie had stepped back awkwardly and respectfully as to not interrupt the family reunion of his two favorite people and their parents. He couldn’t help but think that the four of them made a perfect little family. For the first time in a while he thought about his own parents and bit the inside of his cheek, pushing it down and resolving to give his Uncle a call, since he was the only one that actually ever took care of him.

Eventually the hugging stopped and the two parents switched children to embrace for a little while longer while Eddie looked around and wondered if he was too dirty to sit on the couch while he waited. When the hugs really were over, Claudia’s eyes finally found Eddie and she was obviously shocked that she hadn’t even noticed him. Eddie gave her an awkward little wave that she returned.

“Dusty, Samantha- who’s your friend?” She asked. Claudia always sounded nervous, but now Sam would swear her voice was shaking.

“Oh, this is Eddie Munson, he’s gonna crash on the couch tonight.” Dustin said without any room for doubt.

“Eddie Munson? Dustin, we have to call the police, he’s a murderer!” she said, grabbing her son and holding him close while Eddie grimaced and scratched the back of his head.

“He’s not, actually. We got that all cleared up before we came here, it’ll be on the news tomorrow morning.” Sam clarified, but they didn’t look especially comforted.

“And you’re both…friends with this fella?” Ron asked cautiously, and they both nodded. “And you’re…completely sure he wasn’t the one that kidnapped you?”

“No!” Sam denied adamantly, and both of the boys pointed at her and nodded in support. “Eddie found me, actually. Saved my life. That’s why nobody could find him. Because he was…looking for me.” She tried, realizing that she probably shouldn’t have strayed from the story they told the cops.

“Is that true? Did you save Sam?” Ron asked, and Eddie looked to Sam, then back at her dad, and nodded weakly, still kind of expecting these very nice normal people to chase him out of their house with a broom.

“Well then I owe you a great debt, son.” He said, and stuck out a hand to shake that Eddie took sort of nervously, but shook it firmly enough to impress Ron.

“I just wanted to be sure that Sam was safe, sir, you don’t owe me anything.” He said in a fashion that felt more grown up than anything they had ever heard him say before, and the two men grinned at each other. Sam had never introduced her dad to a boyfriend before, and after she left she assumed that she’d never get the chance. Not that Eddie was her boyfriend, in any sense of the word, she scolded herself just for thinking it, but she wasn’t sure what else the interaction between Eddie and her Dad was if not that.

“This is great and all, but can we please start taking showers? Because all this mud is super gross.” Dustin complained.

“Can I go first?” Sam asked, and they all nodded, as she was by a large margin the dirtiest of the three of them, covered head to toe in Upside Down grime from her night spent there, and she went off to the shower.

She took a while, setting the water to lukewarm to stretch out the time before it turned cold as long as possible. As she watched the dirt swirl around the drain as it came off of her body, she idly wondered about invasive species of microbes from another dimension, but waved the thought away to hum a Pogues song and wash her hair.

There was a gentle knock on the door and it opened a crack, revealing Claudia’s arm stretching through and putting some clothes on the sink and close the door again without saying a word. Sam smiled, turning up the heat so she could feel the steam in her pores before getting out, feeling very cared for.

Eventually she came out in one of her softest old sweaters she had always regretted leaving behind, and some pajama pants from the 6th grade.

“What took you so long?” Dustin complained, taking his turn next in the shower.

Sam rubbed the towel over her wet hair and looked around. “Where’s Eddie?”

“He went outside, said he didn’t want to ruin any of the furniture.” Claudia said sweetly.

Sam’s heart sank. She knew him pretty well by now and she would put money down on him booking it to sleep somewhere else rather than go rather than trust that he’d be okay staying. She couldn’t help but rush out the sliding glass door and almost collided with Eddie’s back as he sat on the step mere feet away. He turned around to look at her outfit up and down with a small smile and turning back to the night sky.

He felt an odd pang in his heart as he looked at her in that old soft sweater, like they were back on the day they met and she was bouncing her leg under the picnic table. He wished that remembering how young they used to be made him feel any better- if anything it made all of it worse.

“You thought I left, right? That’s why you ran out here like that?” He asked, fiddling with his rings like he always did while idle and without a cigarette.

“I…might have.” She said, and sat down on the stoop next to him, and he could see how careful he was not to let any part of him bump into her by mistake and rub off some of his grime on her nice clean pajamas. Sam hated noticing symbolism in her real life. It always felt obtuse when the environment around her decided to give metaphors a go.

“I don’t blame you for thinking I would. I’ve been doing a lot of running away the last few days, huh?” He asked, and Sam tilted her head in confusion.

“What’s going on in that fluffy head of yours?” She asked, and he still couldn’t look at her, instead looking down to fidget endlessly with his rings.

“I don’t know, I just…” he started, trying to gather his thoughts. “You lied to your dad when you told him I saved you.”

“But you did save me.” She said incredulously.

“Did I? Because I’m thinking back over this week and I’m pretty sure all I did was run away.” He said, somber and ashamed. His voice was bitter and steeped in his own misery in a way she hadn’t heard from him before. This was never her strong suit, making other people feel better never came easy to her, but seeing him now made her really want to try.

“You came into the Upside Down to save me.” She said softly, bumping his shoulder gently with his in a way she hoped would cheer him up, but when he turned his head it was to look grimly at the dark spot of soot and dirt he had left behind on her clean sweater.

“Yeah, I did. And I was the last one through the gate.” He said begrudgingly.

“It doesn’t matter what order you went through the gate, what matters is that you came at all.” Sam tried, starting to get frustrated that she wasn’t getting through.

“What matters is that it’s my fault you were down there in the first place” His voice was bitter and steeped in his own misery in a way she hadn’t heard from him before. This was never her strong suit, making other people feel better never came easy to her, but seeing him now made her really want to try.

“It wasn’t your fault, Eddie.” She said softly, trying to be soothing.

“Really? How do you figure? First I made you drive my damn getaway car, then I send you back into town where you get attacked just for knowing me, then I flipped the fucking boat and got you trapped in hell. How is none of that my fault?”

“Because it just isn’t.”

“Yes. It. Is.” He insisted, and had finally found the end of Sam’s proverbial rope.

Sam had never been the type to have a lot of patience for people hating on themselves to other people, and right now didn’t seem to be an exception as she reached for annoyance before sympathy. She had never been good with words, and it was frustrating when she couldn't get somebody to understand what she were saying. On top of that she was exhausted and hadn’t slept since before she got sucked into an alternate dimension, and she didn’t have it in her to listen to this right now.

“Whatever, Eddie. You want it to be your fault? Then fine! It’s your fault. If you want to take responsibility for everything bad that happened to me this week then go ahead. It’s all yours- now what?” She said furiously, and he scowled at her, opening his mouth to answer but shaking his head. “Right. It doesn’t matter who’s fault it is, but if it’s really going to bother you that much that I forgive you. Done.”

“Why would you forgive me? What have I ever done for you to deserve this kind of loyalty?” He asked, angry at himself for spiraling and a little angry with her for not understanding how empty he felt when she was gone.

“What exactly are you fishing for me to say right now, Eddie? Would it have been better for you if I had waited in the Upside Down so that I would just keep getting attacked until you came to rescue me so that you wouldn’t feel bad for tipping a damn boat?” She asked sarcastically, and he furrowed his brow quickly.

“No, of course not-

“Because this isn’t fucking DnD, alright? I'm not here because you gloriously saved my life and like a knight in shining goddamn armor that left me swooning. If that’s what I cared about I’d be sitting on this porch next to Steve Harrington, but I’m not.” She was getting more frustrated by the second.

“That would make more sense, if I’m being honest. I mean, why not Steve Harrington? He saved your life, he’s rich he’s handsome and blah blah blah.” Eddie said, still angry and with more and more of his brain telling him to shut up every second. Just accept what she’s saying. Don’t push it. Don’t push her away. Why wouldn’t he just stop?

“Why are we talking about Steve? I barely even know him.” She said, obvious she was fucking tired.

“Yeah but you could- why would you want to keep slumming it with me when I’m not your only option anymore?”He grumbled, unsure where all this was all coming from inside him but god he wished it would shut up for once in his life.

“Is that really what you think of me? That I hung out with you every day for almost a year because I was just waiting for something better to come along? Christ, what kind of a person do you think I am?”

“No- but you’ve seen the real me, now. You really think this is worth sticking around for?” Now he was saying things he didn’t even think he really felt, it was just all his stupid fear and anger and worry and love making him say the worst thing possible until he ended up exactly where he was all but screaming at her to put him.

“Oh come on Eddie, where is this coming from? What happened to ‘it doesn’t matter when they call me a freak because I worked hard to be the freak I am’?” She quoted him, and he rolled his eyes with his whole head.

“Sam I’m not talking about playing DnD and listening to metal I’m talking about the fact that we have both seen all the proof we need that I'm a fucking coward.” He said, brutally honest.

“Shut up. You dove into a damn upside down evil dimension. You already know you’re not a coward.” She said angrily. “Don’t do that- don’t make me stroke your fucking ego by making me to tell you shit that you already know.”

“Is that what you think this is? Fishing for compliments?”

“I fucking hope it is because if not then you apparently think I’m the most shallow person alive so which is it?” She was furious now, like every insult to himself was also a direct insult to his opinion of her judgment. If she wasn’t so angry she’d be able to recognize it as irrational, but that was not the case.

“I’m not saying you’re shallow, I'm saying that you’ve got a pretty good opportunity to jump off this bandwagon onto another that’s going more interesting places. If there were ever a time to ditch me on the side of the road this would be it.” He couldn’t make his mouth stop talking and throwing out horrible words that would ruin the best thing he had. He wished she would just walk away so they could cool off, he wished he had just run while she was in the damn shower.

“But I’m not ditching you on the side of the road you’re swan diving into the fucking concrete. What else do you want me to say, Eddie? What’s the magic word?” her filter was gone, she was fed up and exhausted and angry at her friend over an argument that she had lost track of ages ago. “You want me to tell you that you’re perfect and I love you and I live and die for you because you’re a big strong man?” She said, her voice becoming high and mocking. “You want me to get on my knees and swear that I’ll never even look at anybody that you’re jealous of again because I wouldn’t want my strong man’s fragile fucking ego to crack? I’ll be right on your arm all day and night so that I’ll never get attacked closer to another dude so that big brave Steve fucking Harrington doesn’t steal your rescue and swoop me away because by defending me he won me fair and square and now he gets to take me home! Is that what you want? Because if the actual things I’ve said to you that I mean really aren’t enough for you then you might as well take that as genuine,” She finished furiously, shaking her head and continuing to speak before he could when she thought of something else.

“This is all so fucking stupid anyway, Eddie. At first I was gonna say that maybe it’s my fault for playing it too cool and apologize for making mean jokes and not always making it clear how I felt but it’s bull and I think you know it. You know that I care about you just like I know you care about me. People don’t do the shit that you do if they think that the person they’re doing it to doesn’t genuinely care about them too. If you really thought I didn’t care about you you wouldn’t have shown up at my van every fucking night even when I pretended to hate it. If I knew you thought so little of me I wouldn’t have sat out there with the fucking door open. You wouldn’t have bought a metric ton of my favorite candy so you’d always have it on hand even though you think cry babies are gross and I wouldn’t have stocked up on those chalky fucking razzles for you . Usually when somebody is expecting to be traded in for a better model any second they wouldn’t constantly ditch what way better plans to come and sit with me and light up in my stupid van just to pretend to die on my damn floor every time I find an opening to call you a fucking poser. I know you, Eddie. You think the entire fucking world is against you and you have no respect for the people that don’t respect you. If you really believed I didn't want you around we would still be sharing one sample joint a month. So don’t insult me by implying the things I do for you aren’t enough because I’m nicer to you than I am to anybody and if that’s not enough to convince that I love you too much not to throw you away for Steve Harrington or anybody else for that matter then I am even more incompetent at showing human emotions than I thought I was and I’m doomed to a life of being misunderstood. So don’t do that. Don’t pretend like you don’t know that I care because it sucks. Don’t pretend that you don’t know me so you can sit here feeling bad for yourself and pushing me away because it’s bullshit and it’s insulting.” She said, her voice strong for the whole rant, and when her mouth closed she looked genuinely surprised at herself.

“I’m gonna be honest I’m not entirely sure how I’m supposed to react to that.” He said in a rough voice, and she refused to look at him for more than a glance.

“Yeah, it kinda got away from me there.” She admitted sheepishly, and a small smile was playing on his lips, still unsure but growing by the moment, accompanied by an honest to god blush rising in his cheeks.

He didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t often that he found himself utterly and completely at a loss for words, but there were just too many emotions fighting for the right to speak that he was trapped in silence even though every nerve in his body was staring at Samantha Campbell’s beautiful, furious, yet infinitely supportive brown eyes and screaming at him to say something or kiss her or just start to yell with whatever the emotion was he felt right now that he was certain couldn't be described by the English language. He had been willing himself desperately to shut up for their entire conversation and now he couldn’t make himself speak to save his life.

Sam, for her part, didn’t really look like she wanted him to say anything, and every second of his slack jawed silence reinforced that she should’ve just kept her mouth shut and gone inside when she saw his little rain cloud and wait out the storm. Even though they were outside she started to feel claustrophobic sitting next to him with the weight of her words between them.

Finally having settled on some kind of sound, Eddie opened his mouth, but before he could speak they both jumped in surprise at the sound of the sliding door opening and Dustin’s wet curls poking out.

“Eddie- your turn.” He said, and went back inside to collapse on his bed and sleep for a week. They both turned back from the door and Eddie opened his mouth to speak again, but Sam had already begun to stand.

“I’m gonna go to bed, okay? It’s getting super late.” She said with an exaggerated yawn, and he looked up at her sadly.

“Sam…” he started, still not sure what he wanted to say, but she was already shaking her head and walking inside.

“G’nite, Eddie.” She said, and slid the door shut.

Eddie spent a few more minutes outside looking up at the stars thinking of everything he said that was right and wrong until he went inside to wash all the adventure off of him, only to realize that Dustin had used up all the hot water.

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Just The Two Of Us [C! Tommyinnit x GN! Reader]

FLUFF TO ANGST (PLATONIC) WARNINGS: Mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, character death, cursing

Reader pronouns: They/them

A/N: Hi, this is my first DSMP fanfic so uhh I hope u enjoy lmao. There might be grammatical errors so pls do not mind it :D

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[Y/N] already lost count of all the pranks and chaos they made with Tommy. They didn't like causing havoc or pulling pranks on people but if Tommy asked them to tag along, they would. Tommy is their best friend after all. Plus, where's the fun in life without a little risk?

[Y/N] was just at their Cottage house, peacefully making the potions that Quackity ordered just hours ago. Since [Y/N] is a skilled witch, it was no shock when they owned a Potions business. Everyone in the SMP server knows about this and they usually come and buy their potions.

They were about to finish the last set of potions that Quackity ordered until they ran out of ingredients. "Dammit." [Y/N] muttered under their breath. They turned around and immediately went to find if they have any stock ingredients in their barrels or chests.

When they saw no stock ingredients, [Y/N] sighed and decided to do some last minute ingredients grinding. It was until they opened the door and saw Tommy standing in front of their house door.

[Y/N] knew that his presence is no good because that motherfucker is grinning ear to ear. They playfully groaned and asked, "What is it this time child?"

"Hey, I told you not to call me a child anymore!" Tommy suddenly protested, feeling insulted but went back to his sly grin and said, "Let's prank Skeppy and Bad."

"That's a horrible idea."

"Come on, bitch. It'll be fun."

And they did come with Tommy. A couple hours had passed and [Y/N] had already forgotten about the ingredients they were gonna get for Quackity's potions. Tommy said that Big Q's order can wait but the prank can't.

It wasn't long after Bad and Skeppy saw the two teenagers doing their little harmless prank on them.

[Y/N] caught sight of the two and immediately tugged on Tommy's shirt. "Fuck, Tommy we gotta go."

Tommy, unfazed and still focused on the prank, said, "Just a little longer."

[Y/N] nudged Tommy's side using her elbows as the two teenagers can now hear Skeppy and Bad's incoherent yelling drawing closer and closer to them.

"RUN!" [Y/N] yelled as they both left the things they used to try to prank BBH and Skeppy.

The two let out a laugh as they ran away. Tommy constantly turned his head back to see if Skeppy and Bad are still after them.

[Y/N] and Tommy continued to run even though Bad and Skeppy stopped coming after them. It wasn't until the two teenagers finally stopped running so that they could catch their breath.

"What now?" [Y/N] gasped, who is still out of breath from both running and laughing at the same time. They looked at Tommy.

Tommy grinned again and then grabbed their arm, "I have something pog to show you."

[Y/N] didn't question Tommy and just let him drag them to a mountain.

Once they have reached the destination, [Y/N] let out a 'wow'. The view is breathtaking and it is very peaceful. The mountain isn't that very far from the SMP but it looks like very few have come across this part.

"So, what do you think?" Tommy asked, looking at the view. The view consists of the calming ocean waves and a peaceful sunsetting with birds passing by.

[Y/N] turned to Tommy and smiled, "This could be our secret spot." They slowly walked towards the edge of the mountain cliff but were immediately stopped by Tommy.

"Oh, [Y/N] wait. Be careful, the edge of the cliff looks really faulty." Tommy warned.

[Y/N] immediately stepped back a little and took note of what Tommy said. But, they were still curious and looked down at the edge of the cliff, only to see the water from below.

If someone would fall from this cliff and took a heavy impact on the water, that person wouldn't survive due to how high the mountain cliff is.

[Y/N] then proposed, "You know, when things are stressful and stuff. We can just go here, sit in silence and look at the view as the wind or the waves takes away our problems for a while."

"Just the two of us." The blonde haired lad said and then they both stood in silence, admiring the view and beauty of the server.

Oh, if only you could turn back in time and relive this memory. If only things are still the same the way it was before.

It's been so long since [Y/N] had fun and peace. Probably so many months since Tommy first showed them their secret mountain hangout area.

[Y/N] currently stood still, gazing at the view that was once calm and peaceful but was now replaced with sounds of flying TNTs, fireworks and screams from the background.

They were in no state of mind as of the moment. They don't even know what to do anymore. A lot has changed ever since the wars, the exilation of Tommy.

[Y/N] sniffed, wiping their tears using their now mangy sleeves caused by the current chaotic event. They continued to stare at the ocean, a potion of poison glistening in their hands.

[Y/N] looked at the Potion of Poison that they were holding and pondered whether to drink it or not.

Maybe it's best to end it once and for all. They don't have anywhere to go anyways. They don't have any friends or family to turn back to since everyone is against them or thought badly of them now.

[Y/N] can't even go back to L’manberg as well since they're now a wanted criminal for breaking the laws and escaping from their house since they're supposed to be on house arrest for the crimes they didn't even do.

They opened the cork of the potion, but they didn't drink it yet. They let their mind wander for a while and process everything that has happened.

Maybe Dream was right. Maybe the people they loved never even cared for them at all. Maybe it was all just a lie. Maybe—

"[Y/N]." A familiar voice that they haven't heard in a while.

It was windy. The cool breeze of air touched their skins. But along with the wind, there are particles of TNT or fireworks dusts.

The [H/C] haired person turned around and saw their best friend for the first time in months.

"Tommy." [Y/N] replied. Their voice were hoarse and dry. "What are you- What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Tommy glared at them.

[Y/N] quietly groaned, closed their eyes for a while and pinched their nose bridge, still holding the potion on their other hand. "So, you believe all that shit?"

"Enough for me to believe the fact you tried to murder Tubbo, burn my invites and team up with Dream."

Tommy added, "Maybe they were right about you. You're Dream's sibling after all."

[Y/N] scoffed and threw their available hand around the air, "He may be my sibling, but we are never alike."

"Why, [Y/N]? Why did you do it?" Tommy asked, hands gripping tighter on his sword. "Did Dream finally get into your head for you to commit these crimes? Or did you just do it because it's in your blood?"

"You don't know a thing that happened," [Y/N] harshly spit back, completely trying to avoid the topic of Dream. "Of course you don't. You were exiled."

Tommy never understood why. Why had they turned like this? He felt rage and betrayal. During his exiled time, Tommy thought that they were gonna be that one person who would try to find him. Comfort him or even send him secret coded messages. But no, he received nothing.

It hurts. Hurts like hell to know your best friend turned their back on everyone. A best friend that he has known for years. A part of him wants to believe they didn't do it but the proofs are enough for him to believe it was really them.

"Well, you really can't blame me can you? You can only blame yourself," [Y/N] said. "This all started because of you and your stupid discs. All you ever care about is the FUCKING DISCS. Wars started, lives were lost, relationships were destroyed, all just because of those discs."

They had never done this before. This was their first time just being angry and shouting at each other. Although this might be new to each other, it was obvious that they have been bottling up their emotions way too long.

"You know what?! Things would be so much better if only you didn't exist." Tommy instantly regretted what he said as soon as he saw a potion glisten from [Y/N]'s hands.

He may not be an expert but he knew well enough of the potions due to him hanging out too much with them before. "What are you doing?" Tommy immediately asked. "Is that a potion of poison?"

"Nothing for you to care about." [Y/N] turned back towards the cliff and stared at the view once again.

"Just the two of us again here, huh?" They said as they pulled the potion towards their mouth, just inches away from the lips now until Tommy hurriedly ran towards [Y/N] and tackled them.

"What are you, an idiot?!" Tommy scolded as they both fought each other while trying not to fall from the cliff. He tried to pull the potion of poison away but it was hard since they kept gripping on it.

It wasn't until Tommy was finally able to remove the potion from [Y/N]'s grasps. He threw the potion far away as it got smashed on the ground.

The two of them were too busy fighting over the potion to notice that one of them is now standing on the faulty edge of the cliff.

[Y/N] was on the edge of the cliff and accidentally backed away from Tommy, thinking there was still space. A loud shriek came out of their mouth.

Tommy immediately ran towards the edge, scrambled on his feet and looked down. Luckily, [Y/N] was able to hold onto the edge but their hands are shaky and tired from all the things that just happened.

"I got you, I got you." Tommy frantically muttered, his breath increasing as to not knowing what will happen next.

[Y/N] grip is slowly failing. Once their hands slipped, Tommy instantly grabbed their hands and tried to pull them back up. But, he too was tired from everything that has been happening.

He tried to pull them up again but it was no use. Stress was adding up even more the moment they both felt the edge of the cliff shaking once more.

Tommy can't do it anymore. So, he let out all the tears he's been trying to fight back.

"It's gonna be okay, Tommy. Let me go."

The blonde haired teen's eyes widened at [Y/N]'s statement. He can't do it. He can't bear to lose another loved one in his life.

"I can't lose you too, [N/N]." Tommy croaked.

The two might've fought just minutes ago but this is now a life and death situation. Problems and angst aside, they still care for each other.

"You already did." Tommy's eyes widened in confusion and sadness. [Y/N] forced their hand to slip from his as Tommy tried to tighten it even more. [Y/N] had a few energies remaining, so they used it to push themselves off the cliff with their foot, making Tommy let go.

For Tommy, everything is going so fast that his mind almost stopped working.

But everything was in slow motion for [Y/N]. The fresh wind was so refreshing, almost making them forget what is currently happening to them.

They closed their eyes, not wanting to see anymore reactions from Tommy. This is their end. This was meant to be.

The moment [Y/N] chose to fall out from Tommy's grip, the blonde panicked and set aside all items he had with him. Without thinking properly, he lunged himself off the cliff. The only goal he had in mind was to save [Y/N] before it's too late.

But he was, indeed, late.

Everyone's communicator beeped. They all took at least some time to look at what the message could be on the communicator. As soon as everyone read the 2 words, their jaws dropped.

[Y/N] drowned.

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letarasstuff · 4 years ago

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Notice me!

(A/N): This was requested by an anon. I hope you like it1

Summary: Teenagers at JJ's daughter's school get attacked. Does she fit the victomology?

Warnings: feeling uncared for

Wordcount: 2.7k

✨Masterlist✨ ___________________________________

“Good morning, my lovelies. The good news: The case is local. The bad news: Somebody is attacking teenage girls from the same high school”, Penelope starts the briefing, dressed in a bright pink dress with matching accessories.

“Are they from the same class? Age?” Hotch asks, looking over the file. Upon opening her own, JJ feels like her heart stops. “Negative, the three girls are from different years even. The only connection is the school.” “It’s (Y/N)’s school. She-she is a Junior there. I-Hotch?” Desperately she looks at her boss.

The team’s eyes soften. It’s already difficult with minors involved, but when it gets personal the case is a thousand times harder.

“Call her and tell her we get her to answer a few questions. At this point we can be sure it’s someone from the staff or a student. Time is the essence. Reid and JJ, you get (Y/N). Morgan and Prentiss, you question the first two. Dave and I take the last one and then go to the crime scenes. Garcia, I want you to find out anything about the victims and their families. Check their social media sites and look out for anything that connects them”, the Unit Chiefs orders.

Everybody gets up immediately. JJ has her phone already at hand. The longer it takes her daughter to take the call, the more nervous she gets.

“Mom? Did something happen? You know exactly I’m at school. I don’t wanna get in-” “Honey, Uncle Spence and I come to get you. There is something we have to question you about.” The teenager is silent for a moment. “It’s about the girls that got beaten up, isn’t it?”

Her mother sighs. Of course nothing like that stays quiet for long. “Yes, it is.” JJ doesn’t see the point in lying to her. “Ok. Uhm, can you just question me at school? I really don’t wanna leave, because I have soccer practice after school for the game this evening.”

A little light blinks at that in JJ’s mind. “Isn’t it that important game, where scouts are coming?” (Y/N) begins to smile. Her mother remembers it. Maybe she does pay attention to her. Maybe, just maybe, she pays enough to come and see her. After all she even took a day off for Henry’s recital last time.

“Yes, you said you will come and cheer for me.” JJ’s heart aches. She knows that her oldest often backs down due to her mother’s job. More often than the blonde agent likes to admit she has stood her daughter up to save someone’s life. “I try to be there in time, Honey. I can’t promise you anything, though. Just let us hope we solve this case quickly, ok?”

(Y/N)’s shoulders drop. Of course, how could she be this naive to think her mother cares enough to at least try to make it to her probably most important game? “Alright. Text me when you are here or just get me excused at the secretary's office. Bye.”

JJ looks at her phone in puzzlement. The teenager always is understanding of her job and the sacrifices it takes. One night under a lot of tears she confessed to her mother that everytime she is away on a case, she is in the greatest state of worry. Will reported repeatedly that (Y/N) is miserable whenever her mother isn’t at home.

So she told her daughter about the pact she made with her sister. Any time they miss each other, they go out and look at the moon, knowing that they see the same. JJ also admitted that she and Henry are the reason she is even working as a profiler. The agent wants to make the world safer for her kids. A safe space, where they can grow up and go to the park without worrying about Stranger Danger or anything else.

“Is everything ok?” Spencer asks as he sees his best friend frozen on the spot. JJ looks up to him, spotting concern in his eyes. “Yeah, no. I don’t know? It’s just, (Y/N) has an important soccer game tonight with scouts coming and such and I’m not sure if I can get there in time because of the case. She sounded really sad when I told her that. You know, I’m incredibly proud of her for getting this far and she plays really well. Scratch that, she is amazing. Especially knowing (Y/N) is responsible enough to think about college in her junior year makes me swell with pride”, she gushes unknowingly.

Spencer smiles. “I see, she is just like her mother. I’m sure (Y/N) will come around, she loves you so much and knows how difficult our job is.” JJ nods, trying to believe him.

Not long after that the duo enters the secretary’s office, explaining the situation. He immediately notifies the teenager’s teacher and a few minutes later (Y/N) opens the door. “There is an empty classroom we can use, I already asked Mr Boyle. He is such a sweetheart”, she tells her mother and uncle.

“Thank you for consenting to answer our questions. (Y/N), do you know the girls?” Spencer begins after settling down. “I do. One of them, Amy, is on the soccer team with me. We mostly talk about her family. She is in love with her little sister. The other two, Rosa and Gina, are in Freshmen. I tutored Gina briefly until her mother said she doesn’t need it.”

Unfortunately (Y/N) isn’t able to tell more useful information. “Thank you so much, Honey. Have fun at your practice later”, JJ tells her while embracing the teenager. “Yeah, thanks. Do you come home tonight?” Her mother sighs.

“I get it, you don’t know. Ok, I don’t wanna interfere any longer. Maybe you are able to solve the case faster. Stay safe. Love you!” Quickly she picks her bag up and leaves the room.

JJ looks at the genius with a face that says “Do you know what I mean?”

“My lovelies, all three girls don’t have the best connection to their parents. They often complain about the missing approval. Do you think that it’s a kid from their classes?” Garcia informs them as the team gathers back around the round table.

Rossi shakes his head. “The crimes are too organized for a kid. Every girl was drugged, but we don’t know how. Then the UnSub waits for the drug to kick in and takes her to a vacant spot, where the beating occurs. And all of this happens right after classes end. It has to be a staff member, probably a teacher.”

“Yeah, but there is one detail that doesn’t sit right with me”, Derek pipes up, “The connection between the girls is the bad relationship with their parents. It has to be someone, who is reminded by their own dysfunctional family.”

“Garcia, look for someone from the area, his comfort zone shows that he knows remote areas that you don’t find by accident. He has to be from D.C.” Spencer instructs her.

“Okidoki, boy won- Wait, are we looking for a male?” Hotch nods. “We are, the amount of strength used to beat up the girls suggests a male, same with the amount of hatred.”

Emily looks unsure. “This sounds all right, but why is he choosing the girls? What does he relive by hurting them? How does it help him?”

JJ wants to partake in the mindstorming, but a ping from her phone distracts her from saying her thoughts out loud. It’s a text message from (Y/N)

If you find the time in your busy schedule to read this, be informed that Will and Henry won’t come to the game tonight, because Henry has a spontaneous playdate. Don’t worry, he brought me my inhaler to school already.

(Y/N) sighs after sending the text. Is it really too much work for her mother to make room for her? This is probably the most important event in her whole school carriere and she decides that a team of masterminds need her more than her own daughter.

Hurt by the clear ignorance she shoulders her bag and makes her way to the counselor’s office.

“Come in”, a warm voice invites the teenager after her knocking on the door. “Hey, Mr Pembroke. Uhm, I have a class before soccer practice and I wanted to ask you if I can put my bag here? I know I got a locker, but I still got my mom’s birthday present in there and I’m scared I’ll leave it in my classroom and have to run back to get the bag if not another kid already took it away.”

Mr Pembroke looks at her with a smile. “Of course, (Y/N), I don’t mind. Speaking of your mother, will she be there tonight? I really hope so, because you are a star on the field. She’s missing out otherwise.” At the end he winks. He is just that kind of guy. Working with kids makes him desperate for appearing younger than he really is, but that is also part of Keith Pembroke’s charm.

“Unfortunately my whole family isn’t able to come. It is like- I mean I get it, serial killers are dangerous and it’s important and the right thing to chase them down. But do I not deserve some time with my mother?” Mr Pembroke evolved into a moral support over the past school year since he started his job at (Y/N)’s high school.

He always has something noice and wise to say. “You do. Everybody deserves some time with their family and especially with their parents. Why don’t you talk to them after all this is over? I can help you work on what you can say.”

Happily the teenager takes the offer and rushes to her class.

“Guys, I might be onto something”, Spencer rips everybody from their train of thoughts. JJ looks at the watch on her wrist. (Y/N)’s game ends in about five minutes. And she sits here, stumped one the case she stood her up for.

“So we thought about how he chooses his victims. The only connection we found was them having a bad relationship with their parents. But how would the UnSub know? They didn’t share any classes.

“But there always is one person, who knows about the student’s problems. They tell them voluntarily”, he finishes, giving his colleagues the opportunity to answer it themselves.

“The counselor!” Rossi exclaims, wondering how they oversaw the obvious.

Penelope’s keyboard is practically on fire from her fast typing until she nearly shouts: “I got him! Keith Pem-” The rest goes under in the loud ring from JJ’s cellphone. “I’m sorry, but this is… (Y/N)’s school! I-” Hotch nods, giving her permission to take that call.

“Jennifer Jareau?” She can’t wait until she is out of the conference room. Now that they know who the UnSub is, JJ is more on edge than ever. “Uhm, Mrs Jareau, I call about your daughter, (Y/N). She is on her way to the hospital, she collapsed during the soccer game. We suspect an asthma attack, even though she used her inhaler.” The teacher on the phone gives her a few more information before hanging up.

“I-I’m - (Y/N), she is- hospital. Her inhaler.” In that moment she makes all the connections. “Garcia, look for the girl’s medical history. Pembroke exchanged (Y/N)’s inhaler, I’m sure he did. Look for it in the other girls. I have to go, she is at the hospital right now.”

In a way even Derek Morgan would describe it as reckless JJ speeds to the hospital, ready to fight any regulations keeping her from seeing her daughter sooner. “I’m here for (Y/N) Jareau. J-A-R-E-” She tells the woman at the reception breathlessly.

“Oh I got her. She is in room 99. (Y/N) was unconscious for a certain amount of time, but she is slowly regaining her senses. A doctor will meet you there.” Before she even finishes her sentence, the blonde leaves the desk into the direction of the appointed room.

In fact there is a doctor waiting for her, updating the mother on her daughter’s condition. “I advise you to not overwhelm her. Her mind is still foggy and there may be things that don’t make sense right now coming from her. But (Y/N) will make a quick recovery, being good as new in only a matter of days.”

Cautiously she enters the room. The teenager might be awake, but her mind clearly is elsewhere. “Hey, Honey. It’s me, your mom. How are you feeling?” JJ asks softly, taking her daughter’s cold hand into her own gently.

“Oh, hi Mom. I didn’t know you found the time to actually come here. Isn’t there like a bad guy out there waiting for you to slap some handcuffs on him?” Ouch, she doesn’t expect that kind of honesty. But it’s true and JJ knows what (Y/N) is talking about.

She sighs. “I’m sorry, Honey, for being seemingly absent from your life. I swear, you can’t imagine how proud I am of you. I mean, you play soccer and there might be a scholarship in sigh. And even if you don’t get one, you can do anything and I would still be proud to call you my child.”

(Y/N) turns her head around, looking deeply into her mother’s eyes. The blonde can see all the pain she brought onto her bundle of joy. “Mom, I don’t even enjoy soccer as much as you think. I only do this, because I thought there would be finally something we can bond over. But I clearly didn’t calculate your stupid job in.”

JJ kicks herself for overseeing her daughter this much. She never stopped to acknowledge her oldest child’s accomplishments in front of her team and family. She always told everybody in the BAU what (Y/N) is up to, if they asked or not is not her problem. But in the whole process the agent forgot the most important person, the one who reached all those goals.

“Oh Honey, I’m so sorry for letting you feel like I don’t want to partake in your life. I- I was just so invested in your life that I didn’t think about you. You don’t have to do anything that I like to get my attention. You can join the school band playing the triangle and I would practically make t-shirts for the whole team sporting your logo.

“Anything you do is enough for me. You don’t need to change yourself to appeal to others, not even me. I’m sorry for letting you down. I love you so much and I hope you can forgive me.”

It seems like (Y/N) needs a few seconds to comprehend her mother’s statements before answering them. “I just need a mom, who is there more often. That would be enough for me. Just once every three games is enough. To let my friends know you care. To let me know you care.” JJ gets tears in her eyes. She promises to be there more often, fully intending to keep that promise.

“Good, now that we have that sorted out I need you to come into bed with me. I feel I could sleep for at least a year because of Mr Pembroke’s really weird tasting substance in my inhaler. Can we just cuddle until I feel like I’m my old self?” JJ smiles while happily laying down next to her daughter, engulfing her in a hug, still being cautious of all the tubes she has going in and out of her.

“I love you so much, Honey Bun”, the blonde murmurs, stroking a few strands out of her daughter’s face. But (Y/N) is too tired to answer. She just nods and cuddles closer to her mother before falling asleep.

Meanwhile, JJ watches over her like a hawk. Not even Will is allowed to come closer to her than two meters (or roughly six and a half feet for Americans), not wanting anyone to disturb her daughter’s peaceful sleep.

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 4 years ago

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Graveyard Siblings (4)

I am sorry for not posting in a while. School is a total bitch. Here is part 4 of a fic that is not a fic.

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)

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Tall Marinette.(I admit I might be projecting a little here.)

One day, she took out something from someplace high and the whole family realized that ‘holy shit when did you get so tall?’

Bonus if Jason comes back from a long mission and had a wtf moment because she was wearing 6-inch-heels and met his eyes with them on.

“Pixie?!”

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You know how Bruce has the identity of Matches Malone to infiltrate the Gotham Underground.

While Jason does the drug deals more street crime stuff, Maria uses an excuse of being the representative for Red Hood excuse to mingle with the rich people who does crime on the side (Penguin), she uses it to go to black market auctions and buy some of the lost miraculouses which got into the hands of black market dealers.

Jason knows about it and acts as her ‘bodyguard’ anytime he can or sends one of his henchmen to be one with a death threat if she gets a single scratch on her.

Bruce is unaware of this. Or is he?

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Mari helps with running WE since she is a little less busy with the vigilante side of things.

It started with Tim panicking about deadlines and Mari offering to help, to Bruce and Tim bullying the board to have her as co-CEO.

She has to be that and head of Afterlife. So she is very busy. Doesn’t know about what comes next….

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Somehow the class comes to Gotham for a trip. It has been 3 years since her death.

Mari has changed her appearance since the day she left Paris. She has highlights in her hair after a ‘sibling bonding day’ with Jason. Her hair is kept short for convenience and not in pigtails. Along with her tall height and more confident aura, she is almost unrecognizable.

She rides a motorcycle too.

The class waits in the lobby for the tour and in walks this badass woman with aviator sunglasses, leather jacket and designer clothes which was all MT brand, making a lot of people swoon.

She takes off her glasses and walks past the class. Checking stuff on her phone and sipping coffee in her other hand.

She seems familiar but they couldn’t figure out why. (All except Chloe, Alix and Felix who are snickering in the background.)

Lila sees her and comments on how she must be a criminal with the way she dresses. (Lila internally freaks out because were her eyes messing with her? Because she looked a little like Marinette. Also jealous of the new arrival for stealing all the attention.) Alya takes the bait and calls security to ‘arrest’ her.

They just laugh. The class doesn’t understand, speaking in confused French.

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“I am Maria Todd-Wayne, also known as designer MT. CEO of Afterlife and co-CEO of the very company you are in. I am allowed in here. Don’t judge a book by its cover.” she said in perfect French.

“But Lila told us you can’t speak French.”

“Who?”

“Lila Rossi, your friend. She told us that you and MT were dating.”

“Me dating myself. Okay I love myself because self-love is a thing but that is a whole other level. MT are my initials. Anyone who has a brain could have figured that out or at the very least do a Google search. I am not sure where your friend got that notion.”

“Hey, Bean, come on. We have a long day ahead of us.” Tim reminded her.

“Goodbye but cease the rumours or you would be escorted off the premises.”

As they rode up the elevator, “Tim, why are they here?”

“They are the lucky winners of the Wayne Enterprise Young Prodigies Contest. Why, Maria?”

“Lucky, huh.” She muttered under her breath. She might as well tell him. They are the Bats and they will find out anyway. “They are from my old class, the one you know…”

“Oh. Want me to send them back? I can do that if they are making you uncomfortable.”

“Nah. Too much to deal with. And it is unfair to send them back over a petty grudge. Besides, I could have some fun.”

“Anything that Bruce and I should be worried about?”

“I swear no killing. Just because Jason came back from the dead, hell-bent on killing. Doesn’t mean I am too.”

“Cool, just don’t do any property damage or traumatize our employees.”

“I might need you to erase some footage later and tell Bruce about this.”

“Some brownies, my favourite coffee cake, the ‘special’ brew and you have yourself a deal.”

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So basically she just showed up around where the class was ‘by coincidence’.

Talk to a few people and take them out of earshot of the rest of the class.

End the conversation by saying a few things only they and her would know. Insides jokes and secrets. (I pick her old childhood friends like, Nino, Kim and maybe Sabrina)

Uses Trixx to turn into a walking dead version of her 15-year old self and disappears as they freak out about how she knew that secret/story.

Freaks them out further by appearing again in front of the whole class and pretending not to know their previous conversation.

Mari manages to get Lila alone.

I should also say that Lila thought that her curse was making her see MT as Marinette.

It terrifies Lila when she finds out that MT is actually Marinette, not dead but alive after all this time and apparently living the high life she wanted. This fact made the Italian swell up with jealousy.

“I hope you are not lying about me again, Lila Rossi. Like you always do.”

“What do you want with me? I swear I didn’t say anything else about you.”

“Aw, Lila. Don’t recognize me?”

Maria flickers and Ladybug is in her place and later, the Marinette that appeared in her bedroom and back to normal.

“You! How? Why are you here? Why can’t you leave me alone?”

“Why not? I mean you did take away nearly all my friends, my parents and made my life a living hell. If you think about it, I am just repaying you the same favor. How are the others? Treating you well?”

“What did you do to me, you bitch?”

“I just put a curse on you. The ghosts of your past will haunt you until you stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop Lying, Liar. They all feed and grow in power from your lies. I wonder what would happen in a few years if you kept this up.”

“You think you can get away with this. This is war and I have already beaten you once.”

“Oh Rossi. This isn’t a war. It’s a death sentence.” With that she disappears.

Lila tries to tell her class that MT is actually Marinette. She is met with crazy looks. Some of them look like they want to believe her but don't because they don’t want to look crazy too.

Oh. Adrien wasn’t on the trip because his mother didn’t want him to go to the crime capital of America although the crime rate has gone down a little due to Hellbat curing some of the city’s bad energy..

Right after Lila told the class about MT, Scarecrow came to steal some Wayne tech and the class got caught in the crossfire. So later, it was brushed off as Lila seeing things due to the fear toxins.

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Joker made the mistake of kidnapping her. Once was enough to never try that again.

(It involved the use of nearly all of the Miraculouses, old and new. He was thoroughly humiliated at the end of it and his picture by the time Hellbat was done with him was on the Batfam’s Christmas Card. Like I said she doesn’t kill but making them beg for death was okay.)

It coincided with Jason’s Birthday and the video of the incident was ‘the best birthday present ever.’ The uncensored version was watched at the next undead siblings bonding day. Damian included.

After hearing a few rumours about what happened, most criminals were glad for Hellbat’s rare appearances. (which happens once a month and during really busy time of the year)

There was a time where Penguin was carrying out one of their plans and when Hellbat showed up, all of their thugs surrendered instantly. (No Batman did not pout at the fact that this French girl was more imitating than him.)

Scarecrow used his newest batch of fear toxin on her during the first year after she died.

He was astounded to see her still standing and she later proceeded to beat the crap out of him while being under the toxin’s influences.

He has tried to stay out of her way since then.

She saw Scarecrow as Hawkmoth and said a lot of things in French which scared everyone because she said it with so much hate, anger and in a very menacing tone that everyone is like ‘I am not touching this.’

It took Red Hood and Nightwing to restrain her from further beating Scarecrow up.

He was one of the people who sympathised with the Joker after the Incident.

The next was Riddler being so arrogant in his plans and managed to get Hellbat and Spoiler into a death trap.

“You know I have a few regrets in life. And my final one is that I got captured and am now going to get killed by a walking fashion disaster.”

“Hey! I made this myself. I will have, you know.”

“You have a brilliant mind but no sense of fashion at all. When I get out of here, I am going to burn that thing with you in it, for your crimes against fashion.”

“What is wrong with it?”

Cue a lot of roasting of Riddler’s costume and Spoiler adding more fuel to the fire.

They manage to escape while Riddler is crying on the floor, having an existential crisis.

The thing was no one knows why Riddler was silent the entire week after encountering Hellbat and crying when anyone mentions it.

They now think Hellbat is the scariest one in the Batfamily, second to Batman and tied with Black Bat/Orphan.

The few who find out what really happened in the warehouse that night. Blackmail material on the Riddler.

Three ( four if you count Penguin) of Gotham’s biggest villains of the Rogues Gallery scared of Bats’ newest addition. Hellbat was not someone they wanted to mess with.

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Magic crisis stuff. Like a world ending event thing. Dr. Fate says they need the Miraculous jewels but the last mention of them had been in Paris a few years ago and had vanished since then.

Costantine looked at Batman. “You know who you have to call.”

Batman calls Hellbat. Who hasn’t been introduced yet to the JL.

“Ah. Bats. Not that I question your authority or anything but how can your newest ‘ward’ help us?”

She takes off her helmet and reveals her face and more importantly, her earrings.

Tikki comes out of her hiding place.

“I am the current Guardian of the Miracle Box and wielder of the Ladybug miraculous during Hawkmoth’s reign in Paris a few years ago. Any other Questions?”

“Oh great Guardian. Tikki. It is an honour to meet you.”-Wonder Woman, who else.

“You too, Princess Diana. Pass on my regards to your mother.”-Tikki

A huge face-off and the big evil is defeated.

WW asks abt HM and gives a horrified face at the end of her story. Nearly everyone who eavesdropped on the conversation was.

"Forgive me, Guardian for not aiding you in your hour of need.”

“It’s okay. I understand that there are other crises, world-ending ones that JL have to take care of. I am better now. Mostly.”

“I doubt it with those revenge schemes I found lying around. But she is getting there with her therapist.”-Batman

“I hate you, Dad.”

“Did you just call him Dad?”

“No….”

“Do you see me as a father figure?”

“I see you as a nuisance with how nosy you are with my personal business. So you are more of a bother figure.”

“I see you as part of the family too, Daughter.” (Got that reference anyone?)

“Jason was the one who adopted me.”

“Legally you are adopted by me.”

Maria with Pikachu surprised face because nobody told her that. “My life is a lie.”

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(Part 5)

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