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makeste · 4 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 287: Family Reunion

Previously on BnHA: The Tomura For One VS Deku And Pals clusterfuck reached new levels of clustfuckery as AFO possessed Tomura’s body and stabbed Kacchan and Endeavor. Shouto was all “good thing I leveled up offscreen so as to be able to fly around whilst carrying 400lbs worth of people”, and did just that and it was like, damn, son. Meanwhile Deku’s rage went Mach 100, and he kicked Tomura’s ass for almost two whole seconds, but in the process he apparently forgot that IF TOMURA TOUCHES HIM THAT IS VERY BAD, and so he stupidly let Tomura touch him and Tomura was all “GAME, SET.” Fortunately for Deku, his quirk plays by its own rules, and so the chapter ended with us cutting to the METAPHYSICAL OFA/AFO PARANORMAL DREAMSCAPE OF MYSTICAL BULLSHIT, where AFO!Vestige was all “lol Tomura y u mad”, and Nana!Vestige was all “SUP DEKU, YOU’RE JUST IN TIME, LOOKS LIKE IT’S ASSKICKING O’CLOCK.” I’m paraphrasing a bit, but that’s more or less the gist of it.

Today on BnHA: AFO is all “well if it isn’t Tomura’s grandmother who I murdered that one time”, and Deku is all “?”, and AFO is all “fucking vestiges, man, wild”, and Deku is all “??”, and AFO is all “ANYWAYS GETTIM TOMURA”, and OFA is all “NOT SO FAST”, and Deku is all “???”, and really, same. AFO then goes off on some wild tangent about how Deku is unworthy because he couldn’t protect everyone and needed help from OFA and got mad about his friends being stabbed, which is such a cold take it gave me hypothermia, but it ends up not mattering since Deku and Tomura both wake up seconds later with OFA still in the possession of its rightful owner, HOW ABOUT THAT. The chapter ends with the LoV approaching on Gigantomachia’s back with Dabi practically salivating at the mouth, and Toga trying to reignite an old fandom blood feud. Toga why would you do this to me. Toga.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSS

[CROWD LOSING THEIR MINDS] FINALLY THE NANA HAS COME BACK TO BNHA!! IF YA SMELLLLL WHAT THE NANA IS COOKIN!!!!! [RINGSIDE BELL CHIMING WILDLY] [LOUD AIRHORN NOISES]

“chapter 287: mistake” omg. yeah I’ll say you made a mistake, AFO. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THESE FLEETING LAST MOMENTS OF YOUR SHITTY EVIL LIFE

(ETA: so in all seriousness this must be referring to AFO’s belief that All Might/OFA made a mistake in choosing Deku, right? “I can’t believe you went and chose this shounen manga protagonist as your champion, what were you thinking.” I’ll just put this out there: however many comic books AFO read as a child, it clearly was not enough.)

wow Deku how slow are you

yes you’re inside OFA you dimbulb, did you think your clothes suddenly vanished out of the blue and the ghost of Nana just randomly appeared in the real world by some freak coincidence?? can you believe this kid. breaks his arms a measly 10-15 times in a row and all of a sudden he can’t think straight, get it together Deku

but also brb having a moment at the fact that his thoughts immediately run back to Kacchan, even with all of this nonsense going on and Nana about to lay the beatdown on AFO’s potato-lookin’ ass. forget that noise, all he wants to know is whether or not Kacchan is all right. fuckin’ geez. AM I OVERREACTING HERE A BIT. probably

(ETA: ALSO!! the way he just trails off!! “Kacchan is...” and then he can’t bring himself to complete the thought. oh my god my heart.)

HOLY SHIT

okay,

damn but this man sure knows how to ruffle my feathers. as eminently detestable as ever!!

could it be any clearer here that AFO is not on Tomura’s side?? for a moment I thought he had actually grabbed him by the back of the head in order to get him to look. but nope, he’s just resting his pointing hand on top of his head instead while he’s all “HEY TOMURA LOL IT’S THE GHOST OF YOUR DEAD PATHETIC GRANDMA”

for those keeping track at home, this would be the first time that Deku has heard this information -- that Tomura is Nana’s grandson -- and possibly the first time Vestige!Nana has heard it as well. Nana died when Kotarou was still a child, so for all we know the Vestige!Nana didn’t even know she had a grandson, lol. TODAY ON “MAKESTE RANTS AT LENGTH ABOUT THINGS THAT WILL PROBABLY BE ADDRESSED WITHIN THE NEXT THREE PANELS”, anyway moving on

lmao for the record I fucking LOLed at this giant question mark immediately bubbling up over Deku’s head

no idea what AFO is about to ramble on about now, haven’t read that far yet. but let the record show that Deku’s immediate reaction to hearing “BTW NANA IS YOUR ARCHNEMESIS’S GRANDMA LULZ” is everything I could have hoped for

(ETA: fandom nailed the shit out of this one with the confused Mr. Krabs meme lmao.)

okay so now AFO is monologuing at length about how he would sometimes have “riveting dreams” about the previous owners of all the quirks he stole. but once he gave the quirks away they stopped bothering him?? holy moly let me just take all the notes

okay so he’s saying that Vestiges are created whenever someone has their quirk stolen by AFO. but if they then disappear when he gives the quirks away, does that also mean that whoever receives the quirks also gets the original owner’s Vestige bundled in every time?? that would be wild okay hold up let me read the rest of this

so he’s saying that the Vestiges are actually the “consciousnesses” of the original quirk owners, which have become embedded in their dna or something. SOUNDS INCREDIBLY DUBIOUS TO ME LOL but on the other hand this is a world where children can be born with airplane heads, so my disbelief can hardly afford to pick and choose what it’s gonna be suspended at! anyways though, how does he know he’s the only one who was able to converse with them? did you conduct detailed six-month follow-up interviews with everyone you gave quirks to or what

and if it really is the case that this ability was formerly exclusive to him, isn’t that more evidence than ever that OFA and AFO are actually THE EXACT SAME QUIRK oh whoops am I getting ahead of myself again, sorry

MEANWHILE TOMURA IS ALL, “GRANDMA?”

“WHY AM I HERE, WELL LET ME TELL YOU A STORY, GRANDSON. YOU SEE THAT MAN GROWING OUT OF YOUR RIBCAGE THERE? WELL IT’S JUST THE FUNNIEST THING, ACTUALLY”

WAIT SO IS HE SAYING THEY’RE SOULS OR NOT??

this makes it sound like they won’t ever get to rest, which sure sounds like a soul thing to me. well whatever, soul, consciousness, I guess it’s just semantics at the end of the day

anyways though, so this asshole is finally done talking (I’m sure that won’t last), so now we can finally have the heartwarming reunion we’ve all been waiting for

sigh

-- actually, no, not “sigh”!! you know what!! because Tomura says “whatever the reason”, but that’s only because he doesn’t actually have a fucking clue about the reason. like, I don’t know if the knowledge that AFO killed Nana would be enough to give him pause, but if he knew the whole story and knew that AFO was behind not only Nana’s death, but the rest of his family’s deaths as well... now that would be a whole different thing

anyway. but at least it’s becoming clearer now why AFO spent all that time raising Tomura up as his heir and brainwashing him even though he seems to have been planning this body takeover the whole time. it’s all because he loves making people miserable! yaaaaay

btw HAS NANA HAD THE EXACT SAME MOLE ON HER CHIN AS TOMURA THIS ENTIRE TIME WTF. am I just the least observant person who ever lived lmao

lol wtf

ground: [randomly starts exploding]

Deku: “ONE FOR ALL IS BEING ERODED!!!” LOL IS THAT WHAT’S HAPPENING HERE, OKAY THEN. I’ll take your word for it

y’all I cannot fucking get over this “AFO growing out of Tomura’s hip socket like a fucked-up ventriloquist dummy” shit though

you do realize that absolutely no one can take you seriously right now, right?? it’s important to me that you know this

WHAT’S THIS NOW

seems like SOMEONE has had it up to here with a certain SOMEONE ELSE’S bullshit lmaooo bye Felicia

I SAID GOOD DAY!!

you guys why is he not dying!!

-- OH DAMN

love how Deku is just lying there like “YOU KNOW THOSE DAYS WHERE YOU’RE LIKE, THIS MIGHT AS WELL HAPPEN.” poor Deku

(ETA: where in god’s name is OFA Prime standing. why are my thoughts fully consumed by this lmao.)

are Nana and OFA Prime even doing anything?? why are they sticking their arms out like that. wait hold up is this all a big metaphor for the back-and-forth going on between Tomura trying to steal OFA and OFA being all “actually no you can’t, please enter your password and click on all the boxes with bicycles in them to prove you’re a human first”?

OH SNAP OFA PRIME SAID NO THANKS

“SORRY BRO WE’VE ALREADY MADE OURSELVES AT HOME HERE”

I have only just noticed that metaphysical!Deku has the same scars as actual!Deku. and yet his arms are not currently broken! that doesn’t really seem consistent to me but whatever!! maybe he saved right before the boss battle, that would be smart of him

anyway, that’s great and all that OFA Prime is here helping out, but I really wanted to see Nana fight AFO in a one on one though so I’m a bit disappointed. also why is it only the two of them?? where are Banjou and the others. of all the times to be sleeping on the job

FOR FUCK’S SAKE, THIS MAN

WOULD YOU STOP. WOULD YOU JUST QUIT IT ALREADY

oh shit hold up

doesn’t this confirm that the reason he wanted to transfer his power to Tomura is because he believed it would make him strong enough to finally take OFA because of Quirk Singularity? jesus christ. and here he was so sure of himself. but it turns out he doesn’t actually know shit! you can’t just fucking take OFA like that ya dingdong that’s not how it works

(ETA: SO, A THOUGHT -- is there any sort of subtle hinting here in the way that he words this? “if your strength is combined with mine”, as opposed to “if my strength is combined with yours”? no idea if the admittedly-so-small-as-to-be-almost-inconsequential distinction between those two sentences exists in the original Japanese or not, but I find it very interesting that the English wording implies that he’s the one adding Tomura’s strength to his own, rather than vice versa.)

now he’s insulting Deku!!

excuse me sir WHO ASKED YOU anyway. and never mind that being consumed by an, AND I QUOTE, “unquenchable” rage is your protege’s whole THING, and that he also needed your help to avoid being burned to a crisp a short while ago. where do you get off I swear

(ETA: also just want to point out that in the panel before this one he says that he’s been “watching through Tomura”, which pretty much confirms that his consciousness or whatever is alive inside of him all the time. Tomura is definitely not getting rid of this guy any time soon.)

WOW

first he calls Kacchan useless, then he calls Deku a simpleton, and don’t even get me started with Nana. just, you guys. this man is just... a very, very rude man

NOW OFA IS ALL “THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT MAKES HIM SUCH A GOOD PROTAGNIST YOU BUTTMUNCH” AND OMG PREACH

“DESPITE HIS COMMON SENSE” sdfkllk my man he already has one brother roasting him, take it easy guy

AHH WHAT

IS THIS BACK IN THE REAL WORLD

YEP

hahaha nice try Tomura

so Deku’s all “I didn’t lose my power! BUT” and I assume the “but” is the part where his arms are still broken and shit, and meanwhile Tomura’s body is almost healed up now finally

they’re both wiped out and now AFO is again petitioning Tomura to let him take over goddammit

“you won’t lose your mind” yep, he sure won’t! scout’s honor!! pinky swear!!

meanwhile Deku is getting fucking desperate flkjl;k my baby. and Machia is going to show up any second now too, probably. what else can fucking go wrong at this point

oh shit I shouldn’t have asked

get ready to rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuumble, probably

OH MY GOD

WELL AT LEAST SOMEONE HERE IS HAVING A GOOD TIME. jesus

so as soon as he heard Endeavor was there he got all, “TIME FOR THE BIG REVEAL”, is that right? WELL JOKE’S ON YOU TOUYA, YOUR DAD DOESN’T SEEM ALL THAT CONSCIOUS AT THE MOMENT, SO THAT’S GOING TO DRAIN A LOT OF THE TENSION FROM THE SCENE WHEN YOU GO ALL REVERSE DARTH VADER ON HIM AND HE’S ALL “ZZZZZZZZ”

meanwhile Toga is having unsettlingly quiet angst

jesus christ Toga this is all we need right now

“WAS JIN-KUN NOT A PERSON” sdkfjlk Horikoshi I swear. please have mercy on this fandom. this is the debate that refuses to die!!

but seriously ffs, the issue isn’t that Jin deserved to die, it’s that the countless people whom Jin would have either directly or indirectly killed didn’t deserve to die either. people don’t only become people when you attach names and faces to them! we all loved Jin because we’d gotten to know him, but that doesn’t mean his life was inherently worth more than the lives of all the people he would have killed. sometimes there’s just no good answer

like, it’s just crazy to me that because the heroes are all “we want to protect everyone!” but then aren’t always able to do so because that’s literally impossible, whereas the villains are all “we don’t care about anyone other than the select few people that we actually like!”, the villains somehow wind up getting the better PR. it just so happens that it’s infinitely easier to be loyal to the interests of a few people as opposed to ALL THE PEOPLE. like, no shit, it’s easier to stick to your moral code when you barely have a moral code. and so the villains can kill thousands and no one bats an eye, but if a hero fails to save even one person they’re hypocritical moral failures. like what the hell

BUT ANYWAY, sorry to go off on a tangent there lol, it’s not really a big deal. I’m just preemptively trying to stave off more discourse about it lol but who am I even kidding

anyways lol, but of course they won’t kill you unless they have no choice, Toga. but when it comes to catch-22 situations, it’s a bit much to infer that the heroes don’t consider the villains people just because they opt for the choice that spares more innocent lives. I sure as hell don’t want my babies out here killing people, but to say that they can’t no matter what or else they’re no different from the villains is just...

anyway so the chapter has now just ENDED, just like that!! on a shot of Ochako’s face!

I SENSE ANOTHER THROWDOWN COMING. and it had better not be a total letdown like the last one! NANA BARELY DID ANYTHING HORIKOSHI, WHAT THE FUCK. I started out with such high hopes lol

but I will settle for Toga VS Ochako, and Deku VS Tomura: The Sequel: Shouto’s Revenge! SPEAKING OF HEROES WHO HAVE NO QUALMS ABOUT MURDERING PEOPLE lmao

#bnha 287 #shigaraki tomura #all for one #shimura nana #midoriya izuku #one for all #lil bro when are you gonna get yourself a proper name so I can tag you #himiko toga #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #ofa the first

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organic-guacamole · 3 years ago

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episode 211 let's go

ok first of all, this is the second to last episode guys... I don't even wanna think about how much pain I'll be in after next week's episode

mr mazzara doing the recap-

this is so weird to me and I don't know why

WHY DIDN'T YALL JUST ASK BENJAMIN FOR HELP, THATS LITERALLY HIS THING

is Nini giving out the cards a callback to season 1 when Natalie Bagley said that Nini gave her a card or something on opening night of another musical?

STEPHY AS THE ENCHANTRESS OMG YES

Ricky in the crown gives me Harry styles in that photoshoot vibes

he's so pretty.

ok but why did we never see Ricky and Ashlyn interact before? it's been like 5 seconds and I already love how they bounce off each other and it's just so natural

OH THEY REALLY DON'T HAVE ANY UNDERSTUDIES-

well that explains a lot...

so Ricky fell on top of Ashlyn and all that broke for both of them was their wrist-

insert Jake Peralta *coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool no doubt no doubt no doubt*

of course howie was amazing as the beast, were we expecting anything less??

Ricky is so beautiful and I will not shut up about it....

let me enjoy this before the makeup crew slaps mud on his face.

Nini and Ricky talking to eachother? in a civil manner? wasn't she avoiding him just in the last episode? hm ok

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THEY CANT EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS JUST LIKE ME HAHAHAHAHA THIS IS HILARIOUS, WHATS NEXT? THEY CUT EVERYONE OFF CUZ THEY CANT HANDLE EMOTIONS? ...ha

yes Kaden and Rico, my favourite east high boys 🥰

I mean....where's EJ?

THERE HE IS

EJ AND GINA IN THE BACKGROUND... doing something idek

KOURTNEY'S MOM IS BACK YAY

Howie is a shining star, ofc ofc

the smallest fOrk

can't wait to see the fork burst into song about how she deserves more than to be used to eat salad😌

the duster and the bluster.... ok😃

hi Gina!

hi- oh wow I didn't know Robbie Rotten was in this show!!!!!

the portwell look.

that my friends, is a married couple's look✋

GOSH EJ WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU

aww Gina's so excited for this

D word?

Die?

Delicious?

Dom Toretto?

"good, clean fun all alone with someone I dig...a lot"

sir that does not sound very clean to me

SEBLOS

Seb looks so cute standing there next to pope Carlos

DID THEYEY REALLY LIGHT ANTOINE ON FIRE-

I NEED TO SEE THAT

Seb's reading Carlos better than big red read the script in episode 102, this is great development after the "fight"

Kourtney really just made the best outfit for herself and let the rest of them suffer

the way Gina immediately goes to hold on to EJ after the announcement

"tonight we're going to put the U in UTAH"

...

"hey where are you from?"

"TAH"

SEB'S SINGULAR CLAP KILLED ME-

he's officially salt lake city's resident thanos

just wity clapping because for some reason I have a feeling he doesn't know how to snap his fingers...don't ask why

Ms Jenn do you mind encouraging your leads before the show? idk just an idea

pepto bismol product placement smhsmh

those flowers are bigger that big red himself-

*bops along to the opening theme*

that whistle at the end slaps everytime

WHY IS THE AUDIENCE SO MASSIVE

I guess they're all here to see Ms Jenn go on as a fork after Nini decides to *go her own way*

wow i am so funny

so they couldn't do many group scenes cuz of covid, but this 300 person crowd is cool? nice

OO THE VIOLIN GIRL FROM EPISODE 6 IS IN THE ORCHESTRA

HOWIEEEEEE

"Mr Caswell", he said, in the loudest voice possible while backstage at a show that's about to start.

Mazzara what are you trying to pull-

I usually like Benjamin but I don't like his tone

"iS yOuR wHoLe FaMiLy HeRe?" LIKE YOU DON'T ALREADY KNOW THATS A SOFT SPOT FOR EJ

"we've had some good conversations these past few weeks"

right so what's going to happen after you graduate?

what does he think of you not going to Duke?

what did he say about you giving the sweatshirt that's been in the family for 3 generations to a girl you're not even dating?

good old Mr. M

therapist Mr. Mazzara, they all need it.

start with Ricky though.

"Michael Bowen"

dude why did you shave, now you look less like "hot lumberjack" and more "creep at the gas station"

OH-

does she not like Mike anymore?

why does it sound like jennzzara started dating and now they just sit back and talk smack about everyone in their freetime

break the fourth wall-

uhhhh im scared

why am I scared

he's scary

hehe flowers for Ricky, obviously for Ricky, ObViOuSLY

oh boy poor Michael

this man is in love, rip

why does Ms Jenn always look at people with her eyes open so wide

LILYYYY

I'm only excited because I really like the idea of lily and Ricky being friends, nothing more.

ha this guy's got jokes

a MOAT AROUND THE SCHOOL

wheeze

also he's very pretty.

"the wolves and very talented humans"

how dare he forget to mention the very talented wolves and normal humans, smh erasure

"being nice, what a concept" ted talk by Lily who still doesn't have a last name

did she just say lol out loud

same with the hug emoji last episode-

go touch some grass babes

the way he didn't say no, but said he didn't know how the east high kids would react-

not saying he does want to date her but that's an interesting thing to think about, also another thing to write an essay analysis on just to leave it in my drafts for a few months

awww lily genuinely trying to help him

sorry guys, I've been taken by the Lily charm (didn't know it existed until now but oh well)

REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I'LL NEVER SHIP PORTWELL?

just look at me now

the Lily wink I can't she's so cute-

HELP ME I'M BEING HELD HOSTAGE BY LIL-

David Attenborough?

oh nvm it's Benjamin narrating the show in a really weird British accent for some reason.

STEPHY GOT MORE LINES YAY GOOD FOR HER

also is this to show that Nini doesn't care about being the star of the show anymore? the way she's supporting everyone else even though she's a fork?

I would pay for a special of the full musical ngl

OOO THE TRANSFORMATION WAS SMOOTH

shockingly

yo where did the makeup come from

man I wish I was a theatre kid

THIS IS STEPHY'S EPISODE NOW IDC✋

my girl is starring

"needs an X-factor"

Simon Cowbell creeps in

"it's a yes from me"

and them boom, he takes Nini and mistreats her horribly and then she comes back to theatre after deciding music isn't for her👍

"I thought she just hog-tied him?"

don't ask sebby, it's better if you don't know.

imagine they spotlight the wrong person and this dude is just some random person that likes writing down stuff during shows.

Ms Jenn just let them do what they rehearsed (at some point we never saw) or else this is gonna end horribly wrong

"help"

same Carlos, same

I love how seb is just his translator rn

I thought he said "great displeasure" instead of "greatest pleasure"....help?

big red coming out from throwing up to see his girlfriend star is the cutest thing in this show.

Ash and Gina dancing is so fun

I'm imagining them practicing at night at their home, watching the movie for the 100th time and making sure their one dance together is perfect

KOURTNEY YES

HOWIE IS IN LOVE AHHHH

I LOVE HOWIE SO MUCH

SEBBY

THIS SCENE HAS SO MUCH GOING ON I CAN'T KEEP UP

THIS IS SO GOOD

HOW???

no because I'm actually crying

I'm dead serious.

we need this musical released as a special

big red is so proud and I love to see it

Natalie: "if you do not by at least 20 dollars in concessions, you do not support art"

rando in the audience: "but I pay for ad free Spotify"

Mr Mazzara clapping in the distance

Gigi, the guy you like is talking to you, complimenting you and hyping you up

YOU LUCKY LITTLE FEATHER DUSTER

aw EJ teasing her about the chocolates in a way that doesn't make her feel bad? take notes Richard

JORDAN FISHER

there is no rest of the show idc Jordan is it for me

THE WIG CAP ON RICKY OMG

they look like they're high and having "deep" conversations on the floor

THE MEAN GIRL WITH THE EYES-

@sunshine-julie-molina YOU HEAR THAT

Natalie really just be coming for them all

Howie what is happening rn

I'm scared

"did you enjoy it"

"very much"

dude wants a kiss so bad

ASHLYN OMG

NO DON'T DO IT BECAUSE OF LILY, PUT YOUR OWN TWIST ON IT

I want a Jordan autograph please

just keep swim- oh pushing...

Gina is literally a giant next to him and I live for it

am I about to cry for the 3rd time in this episode?

yes.

Ricky's leg kicks under the table makes me so happy aw

the portwell glances will kill me.

ah yes, mashed potato snow

Mr. M.... I'm not a theatre kid but even I know you can't have your phone on backstage.

Howie please just do it

CHIP'S BIG LINE I CANT

I LITERALLY HAD TO PAUSE IT AMD SCREAM INTO MY MASK FOR A SOLID 2 MINUTES (I'm not at home rn) HES SO CUTE

oh ok bye Jordan

oo tea

NOT HIM BEING STARSTRUCK BECAUSE HE'S MEETING HIS FUTURE BROTHER IN LAW-

"we're all just glad Gigi has a big brother figure in her life"

excuse me for a few thousand hours while I laugh hysterically

THE CAMERA ZOOM ON EJS FACE AND EVERYTHING-

STOP EJ LOOKS LIKE HE'S GONNA CRY BUT I CAN'T TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY WITH THE STAGE MAKE-UP

someone else said this already but I think it's hilarious that they had to bring in 2 guest characters to create some portwell angst

omg this really is Cici's episode, found family is their thing

elevator music lol

I'm gonna bet that big red took the harness for his surprise for Ashlyn without realising what it was

did Ms. Jenn just....tell her most mentally unstable student....to commit suicide....on a disney show...was that....I'm very....well....what the actual-

oh and there she goes running off instead of trying to make it right

oh wow Nini's the hero, she's gonna save the show 🤩

😐

the judge is doing a sudoku

honestly if I went to the hsm show as well, I'd come prepared for this one too

Lily why are you looking like that-

I WAS JUST STARTING TO LIKE YOU DON'T MESS THIS UP

wow ok, there goes that.

omg

what if Howie was acting weird because he knew what Lily did and wanted to tell Kourtbut Lily threatened him so he was scared to-

anyways see y'all clowns next week when we all simultaneously lose all motivation for the week without Fridays to look forward to.

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts s2 #hsmtmts season 2 #hsmtmts spoilers #ej caswell #gina porter #ricky bowen #nini salazar roberts #seb mathew smith #carlos rodriguez #big red #ashlyn caswell #kourtney greene #howie my pizza king #lily hsmtmts

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ghostietea · 4 years ago

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I would love to hear those Akito headcanons! (Also your Akito metas are amazing :D)

Thanks!!! As requested, here's some of the Akito headcanons from my masterdoc:

-Akito slowly and intimidatingly slinks around the estate because she is a powerful and scary God certainly not because she will pass out if she stands up too fast

-at the end of Furuba Akito should have permanently ended things with Shigure and then walked around acting like a 50 year old twice divorced woman even though she's like around 20 and they weren't even formally dating. Ex: Akito, wearing a huge vintage fur coat she found in some closet over slacks and a blouse, taking a sip from a glass filled with a beverage comprised of like one drop of wine and a bunch of cranberry juice: "Just kicked my ex out for the second time. Good riddance, you see-"

-Stole an eyeliner from Kagura one time when she was like 13 and promptly stabbed herself in the eye with it on accident and blamed Kagura.

-Can't even use a microwave. Don't let her cook your kitchen will burn

-When she was a baby Ayame tried to recreate the presentation of Simba with her and dropped her on the floor

-The one time she broke a bone it was because she got pissed off and punched a wall really hard

-Didn't like lit class. Likes reading but hates things like "effort" and "critical thinking." Payed someone else to write the essays she mailed in to school.

-Lesbian but doesn't know what a gay is. Doesn't think anyone suspects anything when she's climbing all over Kureno and Shigure not just because she's generally clingy but because she doesn't know gay people exist. Someone (Hana) has to stage an intervention to inform her that she is gay years in the future after months of everyone having to listen to her talk about how pretty and neat girls are as part of what she thinks is her unlearning being a raging misogynist.

-Demigirl she/they nonbinary but doesn't figure it out for years after she stopped presenting as a man

-Gets anxious about how clumsy Tohru is because of… that incident. One time saw Tohru fall down a flight of stairs and panicked and now she links arms with her anytime they go on stairs.

-Actually sorta likes dressing androgynously when it's her choice. Chronic dressing like a gay person syndrome.

-Didn't keep her hair long. Cut it off after like a month in a moment of passion with a pair of kitchen shears and then had to reluctantly slink off to have someone make it look presentable.

-Secretly loves plushies but is too embarrassed to buy them for herself. Slowly acquires a hoard postcanon and can bury herself in a pile of them.

-She's very light and can be easily picked up and carried around by any of her friends that want to

-Googled "is hitting people bad?"

-Hana can call Akki over by pspspsps ing at her like a cat and Akki HATES it but still falls for it every time

-Doesn't get anything more than a flip phone and work laptop until postcanon. Generally REALLY sheltered, would get addicted to the first video game she got to play. Probably Animal Crossing.

-Secretly read every book of Warriors as a middleschooler but it became unsecret when she got into a fight with Haru about who could do a better human!Scourge cosplay.

-As an adult Kisa is taller than her.

-Mega lightweight with pretty much everything. Will either LOOSE IT and have an anxious breakdown or space out staring at the wall for 3 hours if she drinks coffee. Would probably be strongly affected by too much sugar. Strictly prohibited from drinking alcohol.

-As a child tried to convince the boys that the zodiac girls all had cooties

-Either can't swim or taught herself in her stupidly large tub.

-Sensory issues, does badly with bright lights, loud/annoying noises, non neutral temperatures, ect.

-Has perpetual cold icicle hands

-Crashes through several rebellious teen phases as an adult trying to find herself postcanon. Bleaches her hair and dyes it some unnatural color in the bathroom, immediately regrets it and dyes it black again. Nobody ever knows.

-One time ate a leaf because she was bored and has -10 impulse control

-Makes other people order for her at restaurants

-Postcanon she has a pencil box FULL of animal shaped squishies Tohru gave her

-Was one of those kids that got A's without studying (also canonically homeschooled and ik that crowd)

-Starts painting her nails black after she meets Hana. Likes the symbolism

-Called Hatori her brother by accident once and they both silently agreed to never speak of it

-Rin anonymously mailed her the "I'm sorry women" hat

-Realized she had almost no interests and started ping ponging between hobbies as she tried and then ditched them upon not being immediately amazing at said hobbies. Eventually is given encouragement to keep on trying instead of giving up because she believes she won't be good at it. One of the things she liked was doing stuff with flowers, but she initially ditched it after she killed all the plants she tried to take care of (@ Akki, lying flopped down on a windowsill: Why is everything I touch destroyed… @ her dead flowers: *are dead*). She goes back to it though when she realizes accidentally offing some plants is not a universal statement about her morality and eventually figures it out. Is told to get a personal creative project to work on by her therapist and she sits in the garden and makes a little journal with entries about the flowers and their symbolism complete with illustrations.

-Connected, has a weirdly large amount of flower symbolism and lore memorised postcanon because of this (@ Tohru: wow a pretty flower! @ Akito: Ah yes, the poppy, did you know it symbolizes death, dreams, an eternal sleep… though is an eternal sleep not as good as death? Are dreams a small taste of what's to come? Also did you know they contain opi-" @ Tohru, confused but likes listening to her friends talking about their interests: 😶)

-Would probably do good with a pet cat for emotional support once she gets over the Sohma biases and can be trusted to take care of an animal.

-The Sohma mansion is always out of hot water because Akito uses it all taking hour long angst baths in the giant tub.

-Uo+Hana+Akito have a sleepover were Uo and Akito are talking and are just like wow we both sure had a thing for the same dude because of varied ulterior reasons haha that certainly doesn't mean anything and Hana just sits there wanting to bang their stupid heads together like rocks

-Due to general isolation and probable lack of exposure to "memery," I believe that Akito Sohma would fall for the "updog" trap, in this essay I will-

-Akito full on doesn't remember how old she is. Someone's just like "how old r u?" and she's just like (internally) "How long have I endured existing in this wretched world? Hmm" *sweats in the passage of time doesn't seem real when you dissociate in a dark room all day*. Nobody else remembers exactly either. (That's why Shigure put an "I think" on the end of his "he's in his 20's" lol) Hatori can remember if he needs to but that's because he has her medical records. One time one of the younger juuni is like how old is he??? And they talk for 30 minutes and only come up with "has to be close-ish to but older than Yuki and Kagura. Didn't go to school. Was he born or does he just exist???

-Akki would be that one person that's always cold and has to be lent sweaters by their friends when they're out. You go into Akki's room postcanon and there's a pile of sweaters on a chair that where SUPPOSED to be washed and returned but just haven't been yet

-If Akito was an animal she'd be a cat... claws, dramatically lounging around all day, climbing all over people, attacking and then being like??? But I want love??? I did nothing wrong??? She's got the vibes.

#ask #akito sohma #hc #fruits basket #thanks for enabling me lol

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serena-hart-09 · 3 years ago

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A Story’s Analyzation Chapter 2 : A New Morning, for Old Evenings...

It seems I completely forgot to add notes (and one more tag) to the last chapter.... *slowly runs away embarrassed* Please excuse me of my mistakes, this is my very first work..... And yes, I don’t have an editor. All the typing and editing is done by me..... so expect some (maybe a lot of mistakes) in my works. As it is, I am posting all the other chapters from ao3 and finally post the new chapter by tomorrow..... I hope you enjoy this chapter! Have a great day ahead! (P.s. I would really like some fic writing advices/suggestions!)

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“What is this a set for a horror film?” Mc says looking at the mansion in front of them. It was a big mansion but it felt cold, creepy and too much eerie. “Mc, this the House of Lamentation.” Satan says while looking at them with curiosity. Mc lets out a small “oh”. Mc looks at Lucifer and asks him, “Hey, what about my stuff? You know like clothes, etc. etc.?”

“They are already transported in your room.” He replies as he unlocks the door.

“Eh? Really?”

“Yes.”

After entering all the other brothers except Lucifer and Mammon retreat back to their rooms. “We’ll meet each other tomorrow, sweetie!” Asmodeus looks at them with the same sparkling eyes from before. “Yes, we will if you stop trying to get in my pants for a damn second.” They say uninterested not even looking at him. “My how cold!” he continues with very concerning face as if saying ‘Challenge Accepted’. He gives them a flying kiss before finally going back in his room.

“Be very careful with that one, human.” Mammon says while looking at them seriously. Mc looks at with shock, “Aww, it seems u care for me!”

“Wha- I don’t!”

“You do!”

“Shut up, you crazy human!”

Lucifer coughs loudly to get our attention, “We shall now show your room, come follow me.”

“Alright!” They say with a cute face. Lucifer looks at Mammon who is blushing and mumbling how cute were right now.

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“This is your room.” Lucifer looks at them with a smile who is ignored by the said human who is excited as a child on Christmas. “Woah! This is so cool!”

Lucifer doesn’t know if to feel offended or to smile at their cute excitement. While being lost at his current confusion, Mc’s voice draws him back to reality, “Hey, is there anything else I need to know?”

“A-ah yes, your RAD uniform and other clothes are kept in the closet.” ‘Di-did I just stuttered?!’ Lucifer thinks to himself. “Tch” he looks at the wall of vines as if to will them on fire for this embarrassment. He then looks at Mammon who was behind him was trying his best not to laugh at his brother. Lucifer glares at him which makes Mammon feel as if he lost 100 years of his life. All while this is happening the human looks around the room. They finally look at the RAD uniform in the closet. “What in the hell is this, monstrosity of a cloth?”

“That is the uniform, stupid human.” Mammon looks at them snickering.

“If this is a uniform, why is it so……” Mc drifts off as they don’t have words to describe the uniform. “Seriously, whose design is this? Most importantly, who approved of it?”

“Stop complaining about the uniform. You will wear it even if you don’t like it.” Lucifer says with ‘oh scary and commanding voice’. Mc sighs, putting the uniform back in the closet. The look at them.

….

“Uh, guys?”

“Yes?”

“Aren’t you going back in your rooms? Because I am gonna change out these clothes.”

Both of them look at them with shock as if they remembered something very important, they forgot. Lucifer says nothing but a small goodnight. Mammon stutters out how it’s the human’s fault he forgot.

“They are quite cute!” Mc thinks aloud after finally searching for their clothes and changing into them. ‘Well let’s see what happens tomorrow……’ they think as finally slumber takes over them.

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“Good morning…” Mc says finally coming down in the dinning room from their room and also from finally wearing the disaster of an outfit that is called as the uniform in this place.

“Good morning Mc, Darling!” Asmodeus calls them across the table. “Good morning and please leave me alone if you are still trying to get me on your bed, cause I’m not in the mood.” They say as they take their seat. “Well, good morning to you too, Mc” Satan speaks as he enters the room, they nod at him with a smile. “Good morning, Beel.” they say as the said man in eating his breakfast with a lot of speed. Beel too, nods at them as if say ‘yeah good morning’.

“Good morning, Mc.” Lucifer greets them across the table sitting on the chair like a king drinking his coffee, “the one thing I forgot to mention was that we take turns in the kitchen to cook for our daily meals. Now that you are also a resident of this house it’s only fair for you to take a turn as well.”

“Ah, yes I will.” They say with a tired smile.

“Hm? Did you not have a good sleep?” he looks at them.

“Do you want to hear me complain about the uniform, again?” Mc dead pans at him. Some small snickers and laughs could be heard from the residents sitting the room.

“…..No”

“Alright.”

Lucifer looks around the table as if something is missing, “brothers, where is Levi-”

Just then the door opened with a loud bang. ‘Seriously, they should stop entering dramatically with a bang. Does this family have drama in their veins instead of blood?’

“MAMMON!” the new male with indigo coloured-hair is angrily walking towards Mammon who is flustered. “Ah, here comes the tax collector” he says while trying to run. But before he could he the man is already at Mammon’s throat; he goes on about saying how he wanted his money back from Mammon so he could buy a figurine.

“Mammon, Avatar of Greed, what have you done now?” Lucifer asks pinching his nose bridge.

“Avatar of Greed?” Mc asks.

“Yes, Mammon’s the Avatar of Greed and the second eldest.” Satan fills the blank in Mc’s question.

“Second eldest?”

“Yes, we are seven brothers in total. Lucifer the eldest of us, Mammon the second eldest, the guy who is trying get his money from Mammon is Leviathan third eldest Avatar of Envy, me the fourth brother, Asmodeus the fifth brother and Beelzebub the sixth brother……” Satan says with a hushed voice while looking at them with a serious face.

“Wait, but you just said there are seven of you-”

“GIVE ME BACK MY MONEY YOU GOOD-FOR-NOTHING SCUM!” Leviathan….?..... screams at the top of his lungs. This makes Lucifer angry and lash at them “BOTH OF YOU BE QUIET! I’VE TOLD YOU A THOUSAND TIMES NOT TO FIGHT DURING MEALS. IF YOU CONTINUE THIS BEHAVIOUR, I’LL HANG BOTH OF YOU FROM THE CHANDELIER FOR REST OF THE WEEK!” this seems to quieten down both of them and they sit down.

After a moment of silence……

“Aaaah! Lucifer a stranger! Why is a stranger here?!” Leviathan screams yet once again while pointing a finger at Mc. Lucifer holds his head in his hands as if contemplating his life decisions.

This time, Asmodeus decides to fill in Leviathan with the information and explain it to Leviathan in a very excitable tone even talking about how they did not got seduced by him and how ‘he will change that’. Leviathan looks at Mc as if looking at a tiger in a zoo for the first time and trying to ask ‘this one doesn’t bite right?’

After eating his breakfast, he goes back to his room it seems, while the others gather near the front door. Mc asks Mammon if Leviathan doesn’t go to RAD. “……He doesn’t like crowds.” Mammon answers as he looks at Leviathan’s room door with a frown.

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“So, how was your rest of the first day here?” Diavolo asks with an excited tone and a giant smile. Currently Lucifer, Mc, Diavolo and his green-haired butler Barbatos who Diavolo finally introduced to Mc are sitting in the gazebo- like place in a garden between the RAD building and the Royal Palace.

“It was good. I am excited for the days to come.” They say as they sip the tea that Barbatos made. ‘I should probably ask him the name of the tea. It’s really nice.’ Regardless, of the first impression that Barbatos had it seemed that he was polite if not a little friendly with Mc.

“Great! Anyways, what do you in Human World Mc?” you can literally see the stars of excitement in his eyes, “Pardon my excitement, its just this is my first time talking to a human!”

Mc chuckles at this, “I don’t do much, I am scientist, I create some magical implements for the officers at the place I work at.”

“Oh? What is this place you work at?” Lucifer asks curious at the mention of magic.

“Was it not mentioned in my file? The student file, I mean.” they look at him with a question mark on their face.

“Ah, no. It wasn't there for some reason.”

“Lucifer that is dangerous you know. I mean what would happen if it wasn’t me but a mob boss or someone dangerous?” Mc tells Lucifer in a slight teasing tone.

“…..”

“But anyways, what place do you work in?” Diavolo with a bright voice trying to change the subject.

“Hmm….. Let’s say a police force or the Organization but instead of arresting those without magic they arrest the ones that misuse magic for their own good by destroying people’s life in the process. I help them by creating new useful implements and providing with said implements.” They finish as the bring the cup to their lips to drink their tea.

Diavolo looked like he was over the moon after hearing the new information. While Barbatos’s expression was unreadable. Lucifer was between curious and doubtful.

“I do write Novels under an alias as well.”

“Really?! What type of novel? What is your alias?”

Mc smiles at this, “That’s a secret!”

“Aww….”

“At what position do you stand in the Organization?” Barbatos asks with a knowing smile.

“Ah, one of the Founders.”

“Founder? You created the Organization?” Diavolo asked excitedly.

“Yes, with my friends to be exact. After graduation my friends and I used to work for another police force until we revolted and things went a little out of control. When things became normal, we created said police force or rather the Organization.”

“Why did you revolt?” Lucifer asks them with an unreadable expression.

“….. Many people died even some my family-like friends too………. that place….. abandoned us to die…..not only that the killed a lot their own officers……we didn’t want more people to die that’s why………” they answer with sad and longing voice.

“Mc…. I’m sorry.”

“Ah, no don’t be you just asked it out of curiosity.” They give him a small smile. He continues to look at them, at their eyes to find an answer if they were really alright. They too look at him with concern in their eyes.

“Ahem.” Diavolo’s voice removes both of them from their trance. “I truly apologize if we resurfaced some not so good memories.” He gives them an apologetic smile.

After that, they talk about everything else to change the topic from the past.

Mc happily talks about their favourite cuisine form the human world, and promises The Fantastic Three, that they will make it for everyone to taste. They also talk about their favourite cake and pastries all while Lucifer looks at them with softness in his eyes. Diavolo of course notices this and smirks at Barbatos.

….

Barbatos can feel the literal excitement of his Young Master. He sighs internally knowing of what’s to come…

Just then a pair of new people enter in the room. One them speaks “Greetings Lord Diavolo, Barbatos and Lucifer.” While the other one is hiding behind him

“Yes, Good Afternoon Simeon. Mc, this is Simeon one of the exchange students from the Celestial Realm.” Mc extends their hand, “I am Mc, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Simeon.”

“Likewise.” Simeon shakes hands with them and smiles.

“Ah, it has been while, Chihuahua.” Lucifer’s smug voice is heard

‘Chihuahua?’ they think themselves.

“I TOLD YOU SO MANY TIMES I’M NOT A CHIHUAHUA YOU DAMN DEMON!” a childlike voice screams at him as a new person comes in Mc’s view. ‘Wait, a child?’

“Ah, this is Luke the Chihuahua, Mc. He’s the other exchange student from the Celestial Realm.” Lucifer says with a smug expression.

Mc looks at Luke. Luke looks at Mc. Mc walks over to Lucifer-

“Do Not Insult My Child.”

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‘Seriously, did they lost all sense by bringing a cute harmless child in such a dangerous game?

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*Sigh*

Well, this story is quite chaotic….. it seems none them even realize that the Organization’s name wasn’t even mentioned. Well, I shouldn’t complain after all it does gives me an advantage for cutting some slack……

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Huh? Who are you?

…

Oh, I see its you.

Tell me of your day, how was it?

…. Hm? Confused, are we?

It’s alright, I know who you are……….

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Reader~. hehehe’

#shall we date obey me #obey me fic #obey me #obey me x mc #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #book of observation series

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excindrela · 5 years ago

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12 Days of Demon Ayno- Day 2

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV x Female Reader

Genre: F L U F F

Warnings: Stuff on TV looks easier. Don’t disable your smoke detector. Don’t leave your demon unattended. Indian food can be very spicy.

Word Count: 1342

AN: Welcome to Day 2 of the 12 Days of Demon Ayno! It’s another FLUFF day! (stay tuned- we’ll be getting smutty tomorrow!) This is another short installment. I love feedback- so if there’s something you like, or something you want to see- tell me!! If you’re new to demon! Ayno, he showed up here first in Summoned, and then at Thanksgiving!

12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9

On the 2nd Day of Christmas: Ayno Discovers They Make it Look Easy on TV

As you stepped off the elevator you realized that the horrible smell that had permeated the entire apartment building seemed to be coming from your apartment. You hurried to open the door and found it freezing cold inside with a lingering haze of smoke.

“Ayno?! Ayno?!” You felt a small surge of relief when you saw the demon’s head stick out of the kitchen looking rather dismayed.

“What happened??” You asked looking around at the counters of the kitchen which were littered with cremated slabs of…something.

“I was trying to make a gingerbread house. Things did not go as planned.”

“A gingerbread house?” you asked.

“Yes- the Cooking Channel had a show on today called the Great American Gingerbread Challenge: people constructed very elaborate houses made out of gingerbread. Then they decorated them. They were beautiful and very detailed- I thought it looked like fun. So, I tried to make one, but I never got to the decoration because I burned the house.” He explained sadly.

“’The’ house? It looks like you burned an entire city block. And it stinks.”

He hung his head. “I am sorry. I did not think it would be so difficult. Also, we are out of flour and cinnamon now.”

“What is that?”, you asked pointing to a pile of broken plastic shards and wires on the floor.

“I do not know, but it began making a shrieking sound that hurt my ears. It would not stop so I was forced to destroy it.”

You inspected it closer. “Uh, that would be the smoke detector Ayno. It’s supposed to make that sound: if there’s smoke in the apartment there might be a fire it would shriek to tell us, and we could escape instead of burning to death.”

“Oh. Then we are out of smoke detectors too.”

You had to laugh. Poor Ayno looked so defeated.

“Come on”, you told him “let’s throw all this away and then we can go out to dinner.”

Before long, you were bundled up again and happily walking through the snowy streets of downtown holding your boyfriend’s hand. You headed straight to Mantra, the Indian restaurant, because it was Ayno’s favorite- and he needed some cheering up.

A whole tandoori chicken with basmati rice, some paneer pakora, and several plates of samosas later he was in a much better mood. When you went to pay the check, you were delighted to see Chavvi who owned the establishment with her husband. “Ah! I should’ve known it was you when I saw the third plate of samosas go out!” she said winking at Ayno. You both laughed. “Your timing is excellent!”, she said “You will be right on time for the lighting of the Square!” “Oh is that tonight?” you asked. “Yes, yes!” she said “If you hurry you can still get a good spot in the middle. You are only a couple of blocks away. Enjoy the beautiful lights children!” she said as she shooed you out the door.

You had lived here for years and honestly never gone to see the lighting of The Square. You had driven past it many times all lit up thinking how beautiful it was. Now as you walked hand-in-hand with Ayno looking at all the buildings so beautifully decorated with lights and garland, passing shops with holiday window displays, seeing people’s dressed up trees peeking from windows above, hearing the crunch of the snow under your feet…you realized how truly romantic it was.

The Square was formed by City Hall, the police station, the courthouse and the local museum. You found a spot to stand in the crowd near the center. A few moments later city dignitaries got up and gave speeches welcoming the holiday season and talking about the pride of the city and their hopes for the New Year. One of the local high school choirs sang Christmas carols, and then this year’s guest of honor, Eunice Bixby, the head librarian who was so old you thought she might’ve actually been around when the library was built; got up and gingerly threw the switch causing all the buildings to spring to life in thousands of twinkling lights. Ayno let out a giant “Awww” of wonder and stood eyes wide, smiling and clapping with everyone else looking at the magical sight.

“So pretty!” he exclaimed to you. You laughed, “Yes it is, isn’t it?” Then he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in close as he pressed his forehead and nose to yours and whispered “So pretty”, before he brought his lips to fit perfectly with yours…and you suddenly understood why every couple you knew came to this event at least once.

You were on your way home after having walked around and admired the lights when you suddenly got an idea. “Ayno? Do you mind if we deviate and go a few blocks out of our way?” He shook his head and allowed you to pull him in the opposite direction of home for a few streets, until you arrived at your destination: the craft store. You went inside and were relieved to immediately see the display of pre-made gingerbread houses- just waiting to be assembled and decorated.

Thirty minutes later you had one happy demon and were laden with bags that you thought contained at least two of every style of house they had, and half of the cake decorating section.

When you arrived home, the apartment was blissfully smoke-free but freezing from the open windows, and still had a lingering smell. You decided to take a shower to get warm and go to bed. Ayno came and laid next to you, cuddling and warming you until you fell asleep blissfully in his arms.

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The blaring of the alarm reminded you that it was not yet the weekend, but at least you smelled fresh coffee wafting in from the kitchen now instead of burned gingerbread. You discovered, however, that along with coffee there was a lot of gingerbread in the kitchen.

That Ayno had been up all night was not shocking- he didn’t actually need sleep- but you were a little surprised not so much at what he had done as how he had done it. You expected to find a village of decorated houses, but instead, he had used all the pieces from all the kits to build one massive building- the entire dining table was covered in a giant Seuss-ish gingerbread house. Making use of the awkwardness of the building’s shape, he had meticulously decorated it in an extra whimsical style. He’d clearly had a good time, because there was frosting all over him- and the floor, along with broken bits of cookie and candy. His blonde hair sparkled with colored cookie sugar, and the color of his tongue suggested that he had been licking all the dripped icing.

“What do you think? Is it good?” he asked hopefully.

“Oh!! Oh …wow…it’s huge!” you exclaimed. “It looks like a mansion from Whoville! …how did you do that without it falling apart??”

“What is Whoville?” he asked.

“I’ll show you later” you promised as you pulled a glob of frosting from his hair. “This is amazing Ayno. Let’s take some pictures.”

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Riding downstairs in the elevator on your way to work, you were on your phone, scrolling through all the pictures you had just taken of the gingerbread house and Ayno standing proudly next to it. You paused when you reached the end and got to the selfie Ayno had taken of the two of you in the Square. Both of you with bright smiles and flushed cheeks, beautiful holiday lights in the background. You couldn’t tear your eyes from the screen, a stupid grin plastered on your face, butterflies in your belly and a warm feeling in your heart as you looked at Ayno’s face. It was in this moment you realized that no matter how much you wanted to deny it, you had totally- completely- 100% fallen for him.

#ayno #vav ayno #vav fluff #ayno fluff #vav #demon #holiday fluff

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gaamagirl565 · 5 years ago

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Matters of the heart S2 Ep 6

Matters of the heart

Season 2 Episode 6 The window of the rose {OPENING CREDITS} {Open to Isaiah jumping in front of a mirror in his best clothes} Isaiah: ughhh...Do I have to wear this?

Varian: you look fine, buddy! Isaiah: these clothes are sooo uncomfortable. Do I have to go? Varian: the Queen asked us to attend the ball so we’re going

Isaiah: ugh Varian: Princess Lily will be there… Isaiah:...fine I’ll go. Varian: *ruffles his hair* that’s my boy… Zapada: Ahem… {Varian looks up the stairs to see Zapada descending in a lovely evening gown} Varian:...wow. {Varian walks over and offers his hand} Varian: M’lady. Zapada: what a gentleman. {he picks her up and spins her around before setting her down} Isaiah: so are we going or what? Varian: alright calm down Isaiah: finally… I hate crowds. I wanna get this over with… {Cut to the castle and Lily fixing her tiara before walking into the ballroom} Rapunzel: Lily stop fidgeting you look great. Announcer: Presenting the Royal Family. Their majesties King Eugene and Queen Rapunzel as well as their highnesses the royal children. {the crowd claps as the royal family enter the ballroom; Lily spots Akina and runs over to her} Lily: AKINA! Your dress is so lovely! Akina: it’s nothing compared to yours Lily: I feel like a frosted cupcake... Akina: Well look sharp! Look who just walked in! {Lily turns around to see Isaiah walking in wearing a green suit with gold accents; Isaiah looks over and spots Lily and blushes; she walks over to him} Isaiah:...your highness… *he bows* Lily: good sir…*curtsies* {Varian walks over to Rapunzel and Eugene} Varian: your majesties… Eugene: oh no no no! Get in here! Team awesome! {Eugene pulls him into a hug and noogies him} Varian: ah! Eugene!! Rapunzel: Zapada you look amazing! Hows the little one? Zapada: active! Kicking me left and right! Lance: looks like another Varian then! Zapada: Doamne ajută-mă, I can barely handle the one! Varian: Hey! You married me! Adira: normally I don’t go to these functions but...small one begged me. Lance: and you look ravishing. Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen may the dance begin! Isaiah:........may I? Lily: o-of course… {Isaiah leads Lily to the dance floor; begin song “let love begin”; as they dance show flashbacks to times they spent together} {Lily} We met what seems to be so long ago

Little did I know what feelings were sure to grow We are the same

But something new has spawned within Oh please Isaiah, let our love begin. As we dance here I look into your eyes

I think of all the times we both have laughed and cried

Oh listen to the sound of that lovely Violin

Please Isaiah let our love begin. Let our love begin… {Ends song} Isaiah: you’re a lovely dancer Lily: thank you Lance: awwww look at the little love bugs soon before you know it they’ll be signing the journal together Isaiah: U-UNCLE LANCE!! Eugene: yeah no…not my little girl Lance: maybe they’ll even go before the rose window! Lily: what? Rapunzel: You mean the window of the rose… Eugene: again...not happening. Varian: I think I remember hearing about that one. Xavier told me about it. there's an old chapel to the north of the castle and there's a pink-tinted window with a rose design in the middle. they say if two people stand in front of it and they start glowing pink it means that their love is blessed and their union is forever. Zapada: that is the most lovely Legend I've ever heard. Lily: is it true? Rapunzel: well me and your dad went to the window of the Rose before... and it turned us both bright pink. Lily: Really? Eugene: Yup. Isaiah: whoa... that's quite the legend. Anyway I'm going to go get some horderves. you going to come with, Lily? Lily: no I'll catch up with you later. Isaiah: okay suit yourself. {he walks away and lily smiles and blushes; cut to later that night and Isaiah asleep in bed; we see a few pebbles hit his window} Isaiah: mgmhh, what? {he walks over and opens the window just as Lily throws a bigger rock; it zips past his face} Isaiah: AH! Lily: Shhh! Isaiah: *whisper yelling* are you crazy!? Its...4 am!? It’s 4 am! Lily: no really? I couldn’t tell. Isaiah: what are you doing!? Lily: Come down here! I have an adventure for us! Isaiah: At 4 am!? {Lily runs around to the front of the house} Isaiah: Wait Lily-! Uggghhh! {Cut to the front of the house and Isaiah walking out fully dressed} Isaiah: Okay...Now, what are we doing? Lily: I want to find out if that legend about the window of the Rose is real! Isaiah: What? But they already said it was! Lily: I know but I just really need to see it. Isaiah: why? why is it so important to you? Lily: it just is.. Okay? Isaiah: *sigh* fine... but how are we getting there? did you bring a horse?

Lily: actually... I brought something else. { really takes out a map and holds it up in front of him} Isaiah: ...THE TUNNELS UN- { Lily immediately puts her hand over his mouth} Lily: SHHH! you know we're both going to get in so much trouble if people find out that We snuck off. Isaiah: *muffled* sorry… {she removes her hand and they start walking to a manhole} Isaiah: but the tunnels under the kingdom? those are incredibly dangerous last time we went through them we almost died. Lily: correction...Akina almost died we were fine. c’mon... Isaiah: oh yeah that's supposed to make me feel better… {They jump into the manhole; cut to them walking in the tunnels} Lily: careful... booby trap on your right. Isaiah: so you never told me why this is so important to you. Lily: I'll tell you when we get there... I just... I need to know something. Isaiah: like what? Lily: .. do you ever... feel something about someone... and wonder if they feel the same way Isaiah: Lily… Lily: because I've been feeling a certain way... and I want to tell someone about it.. Isaiah: Lily! Lily: Isaiah...I really li- Isaiah: LILY LOOK! {she turns around to see a giant mole creature charging at them} Isaiah: RUN! Lily: *runs with him* WHAT IS THAT!? The map doesn’t mention a mole thing in the tunnels! Isaiah: I must have dug through the walls! this place is a perfect environment for a mole! {they sprint around various corners and the mole stays hot on their trail} Lily: How is it seeing us!? Isaiah: It...It probably smells your perfume from the party! Lily:.....my bad… {as their running they reach a dead-end wall with a cross on it} Lily: W-We’re trapped! Isaiah:....Not necessarily... I wanted to avoid using this but it looks like I don't have a choice. get behind me quickly! {lily does as she’s told; the mole gets closer; Isaiah takes out a small alchemical orb} Lily: what are you doing!? it's getting closer! Isaiah: when I tell you to cover your eyes! Okay? Lily: o-ok! Isaiah:....NOW! {Isaiah throws the orb and shields Lily; went it hits the ground a bright light flashes making the creature roar in pain before retreating} Lily:... what was that? Isaiah: I grabbed a few things before we left... that was one of my dad's flashbangs. Are you okay? Lily: y-yeah… {she hugs him} Lily: Thank you… Isaiah: Hey look!.. {the cross on the wall has a rose engraved in the middle} Lily: do you think this leads right into the chapel? Isaiah: only one way to find out! here I'll give you a boost! Lily: what a gentleman! {she gets on his shoulders and pushes up a tile from the cieling} Isaiah: see anything? Lily: it definitely leads into the chapel... in fact I think it just let us right into the middle of the altar room. Isaiah: well, climb in and pull me up. {Lily crawls in and grabs Isaiah’s hand and pulls him into the room} Isaiah:... next time we're just taking the main road... wow… {Lily turns around to see a pink-tinted window above the altar. in the middle is frosted glass in the shape of a rose and slowly in the background, the sun is beginning to rise} Lily: it's absolutely stunning... it's like everything I thought and More. Isaiah: yeah well now you see it. what are we here for? {Lily takes his hand in hers} Isaiah: *blush* Lily? Lily: Isaiah... you are my very best friend. we've known each other since we were little and I need to tell you something. something important. Isaiah: *voice cracks* o-okay… Lily: Isaiah... I think I love you. Isaiah: and I think I'm about to pass out. Lily: Isaiah I'm serious… the more time we spend together I get this funny feeling around you. I can't explain it but I think I like it. and to be honest…. Well… Isaiah: yeah? Lily: I never want it to end. Isaiah:...lily… Lily: I really like you. like I mean...Like like you... and I need to know. do you like me? {it’s silent for a moment and Isaiah takes both her hands in his} Isaiah: Lilianna Fitzherbert...I do like you. Lily: Really!? Isaiah: but… Lily: b-but? Isaiah: don't get me wrong you're an amazing girl. and I do want to be with you someday... I feel the same way. but with everything going on... I don't think it would be fair to you if I were to agree to a relationship right now. Lily: why not? Isaiah: I have a lot on my mind with the cult, and my dad and Zapada, there are a lot of things I need to focus on and I wouldn't have a lot of time for you that wouldn't be fair. also... you don't want to be with me. Lily: what do you mean? course I do! Isaiah: with what the kingdom says about me and my family. I don't want to put you through any Strife just because you like me. I mean look at me... Lily: I am looking at you... I see a strong and Brave boy he's gone through a lot of grief in his life. I don't care about the scar Isaiah or the story behind it. I care about the boy behind the scar, the boy behind the story. but I understand. and you’ll always have me just let me know when you're ready and I'll be there. {Isaiah tears up and brings her hand to his face; she gently caresses his scar and he leans into it; they embrace each other with a smile and unbeknownst to them the sunrise makes the window turn them pink} {END CREDITS}

#tangled #tangled the series #TTS #RTA #rapunzel’s tangled adventure #tts oc #rta oc #Isaiah #Lily #Zapada #Varian #fanfic #matters of the heart #MotH

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gamerwoo · 6 years ago

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Lucas: Tough

Anonymous asked: I know requests aren’t open, but like when they are I request you write Lucas mates exactly how you want (put me first on the waiting list)

Characters: Lucas x female reader (featuring Renjun, Jeno, and Kun)

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, way too much fluff and crack but it wouldn’t be a Lucas fic without it, only veeeeery slight angst like it’s barely there

Word count: 6,638

Summary: Lucas looks like the stereotypical player. He gets attention from boys and girls alike, and he’s quite the smooth talker. But he’s the biggest softy anybody would ever meet. A stark contract to you, who looks like you’ll murder anybody who just looks at you the wrong way, and you absolutely would which is why you don’t really have any friends. But there’s something about this tall idiot that starts blabbering to you in at least three different languages that makes you hate one less person on campus.

a/n: I may or may not have stolen a couple lines from some old 5sos videos bc uh they fit perfectly w the dynamic for Lucas and his mate lmao (thanks, Star)

Truthfully, yes, Lucas liked the attention. It wasn’t because he liked being openly flirted with, he just liked having people around and trying to make new friends. He was probably too friendly for his own good, as people seemed to mistake his happy and open personality to be him flirting back. That was how he got his title as being a player and a fuckboy. But he wasn’t, he just liked people!

His pack always wondered why he didn’t just date somebody. He had plenty of options since he could get just about anybody he wanted, and he had lots of affection and love to spare. He was always talking about how he wanted somebody of his own to hold and coddle, but he never actually asked anybody out.

But he was waiting for ‘the one’. The person that would change his entire world as soon as he laid eyes on them. That would make his heart race and his eyes only look at them. He was waiting for his mate.

Unfortunately, he had yet to find them.

Renjun and Jeno sat in the library where they watched Lucas from a different table where their pack brother had yet to notice them. Instead, he was surrounded by various girls, one of which, they could tell was was heavily flirting with him from the way she leaned toward him when she giggled and touched his arm constantly.

“I’ll never understand it...” Jeno said, shaking his head as he scrunched up his face when the girl repeated her same flirting technique again.

“What, that so many girls will throw themselves at him?” Renjun guessed with a scoff. “I don’t get that, either.”

“No, how he can just...put up with it,” Jeno clarified. “Doesn’t dealing with all of that constant flirting and getting hit on get really annoying?”

“It’s Yukhei, he loves attention,” Renjun rolled his eyes.

Which was why they were surprised when Lucas straight up ignored all the attention for somebody who wasn’t giving him the time of day. They watched as Lucas did a double take, watching as some girl walked by the table. She had a sour look on her face as she passed the girls all there for the same reason: to hit on Wong Yukhei. But the two boys burst into loud laughter as Lucas put his large hand over the giggly girl’s face and gently pushed her away as she was speaking to him before he got up and walked around the crowd of women to follow after the other girl.

Of course, the laughter and snorting caused the group of girls to glare over toward Jeno and Renjun, but they didn’t even care. But they also were unsure as to why exactly Lucas had gone after some girl when he was waiting to--

Renjun and Jeno exchanged looks, all laughter dying down.

You were a loner of sorts. Being an exchange student, most people didn’t really talk to you. You didn’t mind it since you’d rather be left alone, anyway. You didn’t really like people, and you preferred being by yourself. Maybe that was why you couldn’t help but make a face as you walked passed a large group of girls that were giggling at what you could only assume was a guy -- and judging from the things you’d heard all over campus, it was this Lucas guy.

You didn’t know who he was, you just knew he had like, 3 different names, and everybody loved him. That fact alone made you not like him at all -- especially if he was really the reason for all of these giggling girls gathering in the library.

A tap on your shoulder brought you from your irritated thoughts, turning and ready to chew out whoever it was that was bothering you. However, once you looked up into the eyes of the tall boy in front of you, your mouth just hung open, the harsh words you were ready to spit at him completely lost on you now.

“Hi!” he grinned warmly like you were old friends. “I’m Lucas.”

‘Oh, fuck no,’ was all you could think.

You had no idea what was happening to you. You’d never just suddenly felt so...so... You didn’t even know how to describe how you felt looking at Lucas. You’d never felt it before, though. Was he really just that beautiful or something?

And were you still standing there gaping up at Lucas like an idiot?

Finally, you collected yourself enough to shake your head and break the weird trance you were in because of the tall boy in front of you. You swiftly turned away from him and walked away without saying anything, leaving Lucas watching you leave with a curious expression and a cocked head, looking like a puppy.

Seeing the whole thing, Renjun and Jeno walked over, Jeno clapping a hand on the older boy’s shoulder.

“That’s _____ _____,” Renjun told him, recognizing you from the dark clothes, the eyebrow piercing, and the fact that he’d bumped into you once and you sneered at him. “She’s kind of...”

He let his voice trail off, not wanting to insult his brother’s mate even though, well, you were kind of a bitch -- at least, that’s what you let everybody think.

“So she’s a little grumpy,” Jeno shrugged, patting his brother’s shoulder while Renjun rolled his eyes at the obvious understatement, “she’ll come around eventually. She has to, right?”

And just then, they turned their heads toward you as you stomped back over to them, shoved a torn piece of paper into Lucas’s chest, and stomped away again as you grumbled to yourself in a language they couldn’t understand. The three boys’ eyes went straight to the paper as Lucas unfolded it to see a phone number scrawled on it.

Lucas’s face broke into a wide grin as he let out a squeal of a laugh.

“A lot sooner than I thought,” Jeno mused.

Now that Lucas had met you, finding you was easy. All he had to do was follow the imprinting pull, and there you were! But he also had to learn to control himself, because he tried to go find you at 2am because he wanted to see you, and Kun had to all but tie him to his bed.

The next few days were all the same. You were suddenly seeing Yukhei everywhere, and he would start talking to you in a variety of languages. Some of them, you couldn’t even understand. He wouldn’t even let you get a word in, either. He would just start spewing word vomit, and then he’d immediately leave with reddened cheeks only to come find you again after the next class. You weren’t sure how he was finding you or what was going on, and you still had no idea why your heart fluttered whenever he came around or why you just wanted to reach out and hold his giant dumb hand.

It took all week for the conversation to not be one-sided, but it was only because something in you snapped and couldn’t take the feelings bubbling up inside you whenever you saw Lucas. He had walked up to you and started babbling in what you could only assume was a Chinese language, but as he turned to leave like he always did, you reached out and grabbed onto his wrist. But instead of something cute or sweet coming out of your mouth, you said...quite the opposite.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

Lucas’s eyes went wide as he turned back to face you. This was the first time he’d heard anything come out of your mouth, and despite it being words that weren’t the most polite, it was like hearing the most amazing song for the first time ever. He wanted to hear you speak to him again.

“U-um, I said...” he trailed off, suddenly realizing he actually didn’t even remember what he’d just said, let alone if he was saying it in a language he knew you’d understand. “What did I say...?”

“You’re really weird,” you stated, your hand still wrapped around his wrist without you realizing.

But Lucas loved it. Where your skin made contact, it was like electricity for him. He even moved his hand so he could take yours, and that’s what made you realize you were still holding onto him before. But even with him holding your hand, for some reason, you didn’t want to pull away.

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” he laughed warmly with a shrug. “I’m sorry for confusing you. I just really wanted to speak to you, but you kinda make me like, really nervous, so...yeah.”

Your nose scrunched, “Why do I make you nervous?”

Almost immediately, your mind went to, ‘Well, it could be the piercings or the clothes or the fact you conditioned yourself to have resting bitch face.’

‘But he’s also the size of a giant, and judging from the size of his arms, he could crush me.’

‘Valid points.’

And then you found yourself just staring at his arms through the muscle tank he was wearing.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, the happy smile still on his face, and his large, warm hand still wrapped around yours like he’d held it a million times before this, “you’re just...you!”

You peeled your gaze away from his biceps to narrow your eyes at him, “You don’t even know me.”

“Then let me get to know you.”

You laughed at the idea, finally pulling your hand out of his and trying to ignore how cold your skin felt without him touching you, “Yeah, that’s a no from me.”

“C’mon,” he said, his smile not faltering one bit, “why not just like-- Ooh! Twenty questions!”

“I don’t have time to stand here and answer twenty questions from you,” you sneered.

Still, Lucas kept smiling. You wondered if his face was broken. Or if something in his head had short circuited.

“Ten?”

“No.”

“Five?”

“You’re real persistent, huh?”

“Three!”

You groaned loudly, your head dropping back, “If I agree, will you stop bugging me?”

“Yeah!” he nodded eagerly. “Well, maybe. I don’t know!”

You sighed, figuring that was as good as you were gonna get with this guy. Running your fingers through your hair, you shifted your wait from one foot to the other as you studied the chipper boy in front of you.

“Five questions,” you stated. “That’s all you get.”

“Great!” he grinned before he turned and practically ran the other way.

“Wait!” you called after him, making him immediately stop in his tracks and turn to face you. “Where the hell are you going?”

“To pick the perfect questions!” he told you before he raced off.

You just stood there, watching him go. He was definitely something else. Still, despite his irritating persistence, you didn’t find yourself hating him. It was...weird. You kind of liked that he bugged you. You...kind of liked...him.

You felt eyes staring at you, so you turned your head to see a small group looking at you curiously. They’d actually been watching you and Lucas the whole time because nobody could believe that Lucas was not only the one flirting now, but he’d chosen you of all people to flirt with.

“Oh, fuck off,” you snapped at them before you pulled your backpacks straps tighter and stomped off to your next class -- which you were now late for, thanks to Lucas.

Kun walked through the door, leaving his keys on the keyring on the wall as he kicked off his shoes. The first thing he saw was Lucas sitting on the floor by the coffee table, jotting down furiously in a notebook. He’d never seen Lucas study this hard.

“What, is there an important test you didn’t study for?” the older boy guessed as he walked further into the apartment.

He didn’t sense any signs of their two youngest roommates, so he assumed they were somewhere else in the building with somebody else in the pack.

When Lucas didn’t reply, Kun walked closer to him and looked over his shoulder, “Hello? Earth to Yukhei.”

Lucas finally stopped, tilting his head back to look up at Kun, “Huh?”

When Kun finally got a good look at Lucas’s ‘notes’, he sort of understood what was happening. The pack had heard from Renjun and Jeno about Lucas imprinting -- he got a mix of congratulations and relentless teasing, especially when it was revealed who he had imprinted on -- so Kun should’ve guessed that’s what Lucas’s focus was on right now. What he still didn’t understand was why Lucas had written down a plethora of questions into his notebook. Some were more conventional, while others were just...weird.

Does she have a fear of killer clowns?

Did she ever see Phantom of the Opera and did she enjoy it?

Would she rather fight 1 horse-sized piranha or 10 piranha-sized horses?

Kun just clicked his tongue as he scanned the page that was full of questions.

Lucas covered the page with his arms like he was taking a test and didn’t want Kun getting the answers, “I’m doing something.”

“I can see that,” Kun nodded. “Care to explain?”

Lucas sighed, letting his pencil drop onto the notebook as he sat back and ran both hands through his hair, “_____ is letting me ask her five questions, and I want to make sure they’re deep enough that I can know her as well as possible.”

“And you think that knowing if she’d rather take on a giant fish or tiny horses is the way to go?” he chuckled, smoothly sitting crisscross beside Lucas on the floor.

“I’m just writing down a bunch of questions I’d ask her if I had the chance, and then I’ll narrow it down,” Lucas explained, gesturing to the paper. “The problem is, I want to know everything about her. I want to know what she’s thinking at all times and what kind of future she wants and if she’s scared of the dark and her favorite scent and--”

“Yeah, I get it, dude,” Kun laughed softly, patting his brother’s back. “You know, this is just the first step to getting to do all that. You just have to be patient and not screw this up. But you also need to remember that she feels that connection toward you, too. You’ll end up together, you just need to take baby steps, okay?”

Lucas nodded, giving a grateful smile to the older wolf, “Okay, I got it. Thanks, Kun. Also, do you mind helping me narrow it down?”

“Alright, well first thing you need to do,” Kun began, picking up the pencil and drawing a line through a question about your weight, “is never ask anybody that.”

“It’s an important question!”

“Do you wanna get hit?”

Lucas shrugged, “I dunno, depends on the situation.”

You didn’t see Lucas for a week. The only traces of him you saw were him smiling and waving to you when you’d see him around campus, accompanied with a cheery, “hi, ____!” that made your heart swell for a reason you still didn’t understand.

You also didn’t understand why you missed seeing him and having him talk to you, even if it was in languages you didn’t know. Part of you debated going up to him whenever you saw him, but you always forced yourself to keep walking. You also knew you had his number since he texted you ever now and then, but you didn’t want to text him first, either. You weren’t sure what was wrong with you, but you hated and loved it at the same time. It was all very conflicting.

On Friday, Lucas had decided he had the perfect five questions to ask you, so he tracked you down by following the pull. It was the end of the day, but you were still in the library where you were sitting alone at a table with a laptop open in front of you. He saw that you had both headphones in your ears, but he still strode over and sat down across from you anyway, his classic smile still stuck on his face.

When you saw movement across from you, you slowly looked away from your screen and up at the grinning boy. You tugged on headphone out, letting the bud fall and hang by the wire.

“Hi!” he chirped.

You just nodded your head in a greeting.

You then watched as he took a folded piece of paper out from his jacket pocket and placed it on the table before he opened it, “I have questions.”

You chuckled, finding the fact he actually wrote them down to be kind of adorable.

‘Since when do you find anything adorable?’

Were you possibly losing your mind? Yes.

“Alright, shoot,” you sighed as you closed your laptop and folded your hands together on top of it.

“First,” he interrupted, holding up a finger as he gave you a serious look. This was the first time he looked at you without smiling, and you couldn’t help but think that the way he looked at you with wide eyes made him look like a puppy, “you have to promise you’ll answer 100% truthfully.”

You just shrugged, “I have nothing to hide.”

But then Lucas held out his pinkie, wanting you to link yours with his, and you suddenly felt a flood of nervousness in the pit of your stomach. Reluctantly, you wrapped your pinkie around his, trying to ignore the warm feeling touching him gave you.

His smile returned, his eyes moving down to his paper when he’d removed his hand, “First question: what languages can you speak?”

“Spanish, Portuguese, Korean, and Thai,” you replied boredly, resting your chin in one of your hands.

Lucas brightened at this, “Are you Thai?”

You nodded, giving him a weird look, “Yeah... My mom’s from--”

“Me too!” he burst loud enough for people nearby to give quizzical looks and glares to the both of you.

You put a finger to your lips, and Lucas only giggled, rolling his eyes.

“How do you know Spanish and Portuguese though?” he wondered.

“Is this one of your other 4 questions?” you asked.

“No.”

“Then I don’t have to answer.”

Lucas raised his eyebrows in amusement but still didn’t seem swayed by your snappy tone. He seemed to enjoy watching you put up this tough front more than anything and you couldn’t think of why he’d possibly like that.

Dramatically, he cleared his throat before continuing, “What’re you studying?”

“Astronomy,” you replied.

“Ooh, like horoscopes?” he asked excitedly, practically bouncing in his chair.

You looked at him like he’d grown a second head, “That’s astrology.”

“There’s a difference?”

You fought the smile trying to take over your face as you shook your head.

‘You’re an actual idiot,’ you thought, only to hear somebody else repeat your thoughts at the same time but in a laugh that would almost be considered...fond.

It was you. You said it out loud. You were, in fact, the actual idiot.

Lucas only smirked at you, not bothering to even tease you about your slip-up. Seeing your eyes go wide while your cheeks burned red before you quickly averted your gaze was enough for him, causing deep happy rumbles in his chest that you could barely hear -- you thought the building was making noises or something.

“What’s your favorite thing in the whole world?” he continued.

“Being left alone,” you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

Lucas quirked an eyebrow, “You sure that one’s the truth?”

Your eyes shot over to him, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he giggled to himself, eyes going back to his paper.

What he didn’t tell you was that he knew very well you liked being near him. He’d seen how you were with other people, and he knew very well that if you really hated him, you would’ve scared him off before he even sat down in the chair across from you. Lucas may have come across as dumb to some people, but he was quite smart and observant, especially when it came to you.

“What’s the one thing you want to do before you die?” he asked.

The seriousness of the question took you off guard, your eyes softening as you looked at Lucas who was looking back at you with the same doe eyes. You softly bit your lip, looking down at your laptop before your eyes flashed back up to Lucas.

“One thing?” you asked, your voice quieter than it had been before.

He shrugged, “You can pick more than one.”

Honestly, he just wanted to listen to you speak more -- and he was paying close attention to every answer you gave him.

You didn’t know why you felt the need to open up to him so suddenly. There were a lot of things you wanted to do before you died, but you weren’t sure if they were ‘in the cards’ for you, so to speak. But you shook your head, remembering that Lucas was just some guy even if you did feel your insides melt to mush just being in his presence, and you didn’t like people anyway. Therefore, you did not open up to anybody.

Not even cute, tall, multilingual boys who looked at you with puppy dog eyes.

“I want to graduate and get my degree,” you decided with a tiny shrug, averting your eyes like you’d told him your biggest secret or something.

Lucas smiled softly, his head tilting to one side as he looked at you like you held all the stars in the sky. You glanced up at him when he stayed silent, only to see him looking at you like that, and your entire face turned red, even reaching your ears.

“Yah, stop looking at me like that!” you whined.

He only laughed softly in return, his attention completely on you instead of his paper now. He didn’t even look away as he said in almost a dreamy voice, “Last question.”

You nodded, still avoiding his eyes, “What is it?”

“Do you like me?”

Your heart skipped a beat -- Lucas heard it loud and clear with his heightened senses -- and your skin somehow burned even hotter. You suddenly felt way too exposed in every sense of the word, almost like you just knew Lucas knew what you were thinking and how you were feeling. Subconsciously, you pulled your denim jacket tighter around you.

“No...” you grumbled, but you still couldn’t look at him.

“_____,” he sang in a teasing tone, “you promised not to lie to me...”

Your pouty glare in response was enough answer for him, letting out a loud, deep laugh that made your heart flutter. You huffed, standing up and collecting things into your bag. Lucas stood with you, going over to your side of the table.

“Can I take you on a date, then?” he wondered, standing so close to you that your arms were just barely brushing against each other.

“You already asked your five questions,” you told him, your voice sounding more like a grumpy child to him than an intimidating tone.

Lucas wasn’t even hurt by your words as you walked away with your things, leaving the library to go home. He continued to watch you until you were out of his sight. When the doors closed, that’s when he felt his phone vibrate.

He pulled it out of his pocket, looking down to see it was from you -- he’d only texted you a couple times beforehand, but it was always him that texted first. He was shocked that this time, it was you.

In the message was your address, followed by, ‘if you’re not there at 7pm sharp, I’m not going’.

He grinned to himself before he texted back that he promised to be right on time.

How you ended up at an amusement park, you weren’t sure. You did think the way all the rides lit up was pretty, but you still weren’t sure why Lucas looked at you and thought ‘yeah, she’ll like an amusement park. she looks like a fun person!’

But Lucas was holding your hand right as the two of you walked through the gates, so all complaints were left in your head because you didn’t trust your voice to speak when you were so flustered.

How did a boy break you like this?

He’d already taken you on rides, and he even paid for some overpriced amusement park food, but he still insisted there was one thing the two of you had to do before the date ended: games.

“I’m winning you something,” he promised with a sure nod as he led you toward the booths. Your hand was still engulfed in his large one, towing you behind him as you tried your best to avoid touching anybody in the crowd. “What do you want? One of those giant bears? A unicorn? Oh, I think they had minions over--”

“For the love of god, don’t get me a minion,” you groaned quietly.

He chuckled, “Got it. So...standard bear is okay?”

“I can win it myself,” you grumbled, tugging on his hand as he stopped at one of those ‘test your strength’ games.

“_____--”

“I can do it!” you insisted.

“Alright...” Lucas smirked, handing money over to the man before the man handed you a hammer -- a very heavy hammer.

Your eyes widened as the hammer dropped as soon as the man let go. Both of your hands were holding it, dragging your upper body until you were bent over, still gripping the weighted mallet.

“You alright?” Lucas chuckled.

“I...got it!” you huffed as you stood up straight, dragging the hammer with you over to the target.

“You don’t look like you got it, _____.”

“Shush!”

You managed to lift the mallet over your shoulder, taking a deep breath before you swung it down as hard as you could, hitting the target. But the little marker didn’t even make it halfway up the slider.

“Do you want me to--”

“Let me try again,” you insisted, turning to send a glare to your date.

He chuckled, amusement clear on his face, “You really shouldn’t...”

“I do what I want,” you muttered as Lucas handed the man more money, “I’m punk rock.”

He heard that loud and clear, bursting into loud laughter that had people passing by looking over at him -- and even some of the workers.

“You are not!” he giggled.

“Are so!” you protested.

“_____, having an eyebrow piercing doesn’t make you punk rock, and being punk rock doesn’t make you strong enough to win this game.”

It was definitely new to you to have somebody stand up to you like that. You’ve always hated people, you’ve always been upfront about it, and you’ve never had anybody tell you otherwise. Yet here was this six-foot-whatever dude who looked intimidating, was actually a fluff ball, and stood up to you like you were a toddler throwing a temper tantrum.

Why did you actually find it kind of endearing?

“Fine,” you frowned, turning to face him, “you do it then.”

“No, you try again first,” he told you, waving you to go back to the game. “You might get it a little higher.”

“You just said--!”

“I said you’re not punk rock or whatever,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “but I never said you were weak. Just give it another shot.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. He knew you were going to do shitty, so why was he telling you to go again -- encouraging it, even, “You’re wasting your money.”

“No I’m not.”

“But you know I won’t do it.”

“But you’re having fun trying to prove me wrong, right? And I like watching you have fun, so it’s not a waste of money.”

Your frown fell from your face, and you weren’t really sure what kind of expression replaced it. Whatever it was, it made Lucas smile so fondly that you thought his eyes were actually going to turn into big, red, cartoon-y hearts.

So you turned back to the game, put the hammer over your shoulder, and swung it down with whatever strength you had left in your body -- even grunting because that apparently makes you hit harder according to every boy in your high school gym class. While the marker didn’t hit the bell -- not even close -- it did go higher than last time. You had to admit, you felt a little smug.

“See?” Lucas grinned, clapping like you’d actually done something.

You huffed, turning back to face him again, “Just get over here and get the showing me up part over with.”

When he strolled over to you, he actually looked cocky -- and kind of hot, but you refused to feed into that thought. He paid the man again before taking the hammer from your hands, holding it like it weighed nothing.

“Let me show you how it’s done,” he said with a wink.

You rolled your eyes, going to stand where he had to watch you. It was obvious he was flexing as he readied the hammer to be swung down, but you caught yourself falling for the trap and staring blatantly. Lucas noticed from the corner of his eye, smirking to himself.

Lucas swung the hammer down, sending the marker soaring up to the bell until it rung so loud that it kind of hurt your ears -- you had no idea what it did to his, but all he did was wince.

The man handed him one of the large panda bears, handing it over to Lucas who proudly walked over to you and handed it to you.

“His name is Xuxi,” he told you as you wrapped your arms around its large stomach.

“Huh... Sounds familiar,” you said in a tone that had a hint of teasing.

“Good name, right?”

You just shrugged, hiding your blushing face against the bear’s head as Lucas put an arm around your shoulders, “I-it’s alright...”

After the date, Lucas hanging around you was typical. Even holding your hand and putting an arm around you was normal. He hadn’t kissed you or hugged you or anything, but he did small touches like that, and you blushed just as hard every single time.

He’d also taken you out a couple more times. It was actually nice hanging out with Lucas, and you found yourself planning other times to hang out over the three weeks that passed since the first date.

[Yukhei]: can I take you out again soon?

[You]: yeah, when?

[Yukhei]: idk when’s good for you??

[You]: thursday?

[Yukhei]: can’t

[You]: friday?

[Yukhei]: thursday to monday is bad

[Yukhei]: and probably wednesday just to be safe

[You]: ??? why

[Yukhei]: heat

[You]: uh??? what

[Yukhei]: did i not tell you i go into heat then??

You were sitting in the library, procrastinating by texting Lucas. But nobody noticed when you lowered your phone away from your face and stared at nothing in particular with confusion written all over your face. Going into heat? What, was he some kind of dog all of a sudden?

[Yukhei]: ......

[Yukhei]: wait

[Yukhei]: i didn’t tell you about that yet

[Yukhei]: can you come over when you’re done?

You let out a sigh, collecting your things into your bag to leave. You figured this was all probably nothing -- probably just another lame joke he was trying to play -- but you left the library to go to his apartment anyway. You’d been there once or twice, so you remembered where it was, and you knew he had roommates there so nothing would happen.

The first time he ever invited you over, you threatened to pepper spray him, and one of them laughed when Lucas told them the story.

You made the 45 minute walk to Lucas’s apartment, going right up to his floor. Before you could even knock, he already had the door open as if he had been waiting for you or something.

“So?” you asked as you stepped through the door.

“Okay, so,” he began as he closed the door, but he began in a completely different way than you expected, “when a werewolf goes into heat, it means that--”

“What?” you asked, cutting him off as you looked up at him like he was going insane.

“What?” he asked innocently.

Your rubbed your face with your hands a few times before you finally dropped them to your side, “Literally nothing you just said to me makes any sense, Lucas. Is this another dumb joke of yours because it’s really awful.”

“I don’t-- ...Ohhh...” you watched as realization filled his eyes. “I didn’t tell you the werewolf thing, did I?”

“Where the fuck did you get ‘werewolves’ from?” you asked.

“From...me,” he shrugged.

You narrowed your eyes, not following at all, “What?”

Lucas didn’t see the point in making a big deal out of this, especially when he thought he’d told you already. Maybe he’d dreamed it or something, but he thought you knew about it. Still, he didn’t see the point in beating around the bush or trying to make it some big thing. He wanted to just tell you and get it out of the way so you’d know everything about him and how he felt about you.

“Yeah, I’m werewolf,” he shrugged again like it was nothing at all.

You stared at him for a beat of silence before snorting and shaking your head, “Are you sure you’re not confusing a word in the Korean language for something else? Do you know what you’re saying to me?”

“Yes, I know what I’m saying,” he nodded. “I can say it in Mandarin or English if you’d like.”

You frowned, “You promised not to speak in languages I can’t understand.”

He couldn’t help but giggle at your expression, shaking his head, “Do you want me to prove it to you instead?”

He found it amusing the way you warily eyed him up and down.

“How...?”

Lucas put his hands on your shoulders, bringing you to stand by the door as he backed up to the center of the room. You watched as he started to shake a little bit before his eyes melted from brown to gold, and his fingernails started extending into long claws. Your eyes widened, backing up toward the door, but hitting something much softer instead.

“Oh, I’m sor-- Yukhei, what the fuck are you doing?!” Kun cried, running toward his brother and throwing himself on him to stop him from shifting.

The two boys landed on the floor beside the coffee table, Lucas letting out a soft, “Ow...”

You were frozen in place, unsure of what was happening at all. It was like your brain just completely stopped working, blinking and barely breathing being the only things you could do.

“I can’t leave any of you alone for an hour,” Kun huffed as he got to his feet before he reached down to help up his brother. “Seriously, what the hell are you thinking?!”

“_____ didn’t believe me!” Lucas whined, gesturing to you. “You didn’t have to throw me on the floor...”

Kun turned to look at you with an expression that looked like he was trying to think over things before he looked back at Yukhei, “Were you...explaining everything...?”

Lucas nodded, “Yeah, kinda.”

Kun let out a chuckle, shaking his head as he hit himself in the forehead, “God... I guess I’m the idiot that wasn’t thinking, huh?”

“Is somebody going to explain what’s going on?!” you finally burst.

The two boys looked over to you like they were just now remembering you were there. Kun quietly excused himself, slipping passed you and out of the apartment before Lucas slowly made his way over to you, golden eyes still on full display as he smiled his same Lucas smile.

“I already told you,” he laughed softly, taking both of your hands in his -- the claws were gone now, and you made sure as you lifted them up to inspect closely. “And I need to tell you because that means you’re my mate.”

Your eyes snapped up to his face, “What?”

“I imprinted on you,” he said nonchalantly. “You know what that means, right? I had to Google it the first time I heard it because--”

“Yes, Yukhei, I know what it means,” you told him quickly, your eyes closing as your brain finally tried to put all of this information into a coherent...thing. “So... Okay, I don’t know what this means, actually.”

He giggled, leading you over to the couch and sitting you down with him, keeping your hands in his, “It means I’m in love with you, _____. More than in love, actually. And I will be for the rest of our lives.”

Your heart was beating so fast and hard that you were sure anybody in the building could hear, and you felt your face burning with his statement. He loved you? ...Was that what that feeling you kept feeling was?

“Don’t overthink it,” he chuckled, being able to basically see the gears turning in your head just from the look on your face. “I can explain all the details later, I promise. All I need to know right now is if you accept me.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. You closed it, trying to figure out what exactly to say to his question, but all you could think of was a question of your own.

“Why did you imprint on me?” you asked, your voice just above a whisper.

You frowned, realizing how weak you sounded.

Lucas didn’t seem to understand the question, cocking his head to one side, “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Have you met me?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged.

“How could you like me?”

“I don’t. I love you.”

Your face turned a deeper shade of red as you tried to hide it without being too obvious, “Yah, don’t say that!”

“What?” he giggled, loving how he could easily get you so flustered.

“Stop teasing me!” you whined.

“That’s basically, all the fun parts, though!”

You huffed as you pulled your hands from his to fold your arms over your chest. Lucas only leaned closer to you, his head resting on your shoulder now as he looked up at you with wide eyes.

“Are you going to answer me?” he wondered in a sing-song voice.

“Answer what?” you grumbled.

“Do you accept me as your mate?” he batted his eyelashes this time.

You looked down at him, stood up, and marched out the door. But Lucas just stared at the closed door after you slammed it shut with eyebrows raised expectantly. He knew you all too well, and he knew exactly what was going to come next.

A knock at the door.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he stood up to go open the door. As soon as he did, you had grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him down to you so you could press your lips to his with enough force to even take him by surprise -- and he was stronger than any human.

You could feel him smiling against your lips as he held your waist, feeling vibrations against your chest that were coming from his own in happy rumbles and purrs.

Surprisingly, he was the one to pull away, keeping his hands on you to bring you back into the apartment.

“I still don’t know what you meant when you said you’ll be busy next week,” you told him as he closed the apartment door.

“Ah...” he let out a nervous laugh, “don’t worry about it for now.”

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It felt like with a single blink, a month and a half had gone by. From spring break to graduation, it felt like the days had passed all too quickly.

Pidge stared at herself in the mirror, her fingers grazing over her new haircut. Accompanying Sam to get her hair dyed and styled a week ago resulted in a free haircut because her own had grown out so strangely, the hairdresser had quite literally begged her to let him fix it. Now it fell in a clean diagonal cut, voluminous by the natural waves of her hair.

Samantha and Ana had helped with her makeup. The dress she wore showed some of her old battle scars, but her graduation gown would cover those for a decent amount of time.

“Nervous?” Pidge looked from her reflection to the reflection of her friend in the mirror.

“A little,” she admitted softly. “But… I also want to get it over with.”

Sam stood next to her and wrapped an arm around her. “Well, your guys are ransacking our pantry waiting for you, so you might wanna head out there so they can see you.” Pidge laughed and shook her head. “Come on. Before I get all emotional when we haven’t even said our goodbyes yet.”

Pidge nodded and started for the door, self-conscious with the clack of her heels. She was so unused to them, they were already hurting her feet.

Sure enough when she walked out into her living room, she could hear Lance, Hunk, and Matt moving around the kitchen and the crunch of chips and the crinkling of wrappers along with their voices talking over each other.

She stood in the entrance to watch as they argued over some game until Hunk’s eyes fell on her and immediately made her blush a thousand shades of crimson. When his words stopped short, Matt and Lance looked over too.

“Pidge! You look amazing!” Lance said. He walked over to her and took her hand to twirl her around as Leon barked and pawed at her legs. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a dress.”

Matt came up to her and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Oh, Katie.” He hugged her so tightly, she felt the air leave her lungs. “Mom and Dad would’ve been so proud,” he whispered. Pidge felt a knot build in her throat. He kissed her cheek before he let go of her.

Then Hunk went up to her. She looked up at him and felt her heart hammer against her chest with the gentle way he looked at her. His eyes full of undeniable love as he touched her cheek gently. “Exquisite,” he whispered with a smile. He leaned in to kiss her chastely on her lips. He never liked to do more than that in front of Matt.

“Okay, we gotta get going, Katie. It’s gonna be a crowded mess trying to get everyone together,” Samantha said as she hooked another earring into her earlobe. “Wanna ride with me?”

“Yeah, we can meet you there after the ceremony is done. Then we get to stuff our faces with food!” Lance said. He shook her by the shoulders. “Ready to be an official graduate?”

“God yes,” she said with an exhausted sigh.

The three of them hugged her and Sam before they left the house. Sam had a pre-grad and post-grad playlist. They sang along to it and stuck with each other up until they were sitting in lined up chairs. Pidge balanced her feet on her heels, trying to calm all the nervous energy she had pent up in her body. Her graduation gown was a little rough, but she was relieved wearing it.

All that time, and she was finally sitting there, her degree within reach. She wasn’t sure what all she would do with it in Vegas yet. After so much time in war and dealing with therapy and then stressing over classes, she just wanted to breathe. She wanted to be normal for a while, with a normal job where she could just relax for a bit. But for now, she wanted to walk across that stage, get her degree, and enjoy being with the people she loved and cherished.

She might have dozed off in the ceremony if it hadn’t been for how anxious she was about walking across the stage with her heels. The closer they got to saying her name, the more restless she became.

“Katharina Holt.”

She heard an immediate response to her name. Cheers that three people alone should not have been able to make, and yet they managed it. When Pidge looked over at the sound as she walked to get her degree, she noticed a giant banner with her name and a familiar icon- the very one she’d programmed into her computer when she was fifteen. And of course, Lance had a megaphone. And Matt had noise makers. And Hunk had the lungs of a fucking opera singer.

Pidge couldn’t help but laugh and blush the entire way back to her seat.

Once all the names were called, all the families had cheered, the tassels were moved, and a final announcement was made for the graduates of 2019, a final deafening cheer gave way to the chatter of families and the clicks of cameras. Samantha, Ana, and even Sophie found her and huddled with her for selfies.

Once Matt, Hunk, and Lance found her, they also started taking photos. She got one with each of them, and a few selfies.

Then they heard someone ask, “Would you guys want one as a group?”

Pidge looked over and almost immediately recognized the Garrison uniform and the one-eyed man smiling. “I-Iverson?” He smiled wider, and his eyes nearly shut with how the corners wrinkled. “What are you doing here?” she asked through surprised laughter as she accepted his hug.

“I’m 26 and I have this internal instinct to stand at attention right now,” Lance muttered with a groan.

Iverson laughed at him and once he greeted the rest of his former students, he gave them a smile. “We get notified when a former Garrison student graduates from elsewhere. We also gave you a scholarship, so we kept track by default. But when I saw your name on the list of this year’s graduates, I had to come.” He looked past them for a second before putting a hand on Lance’s shoulder, laughing when Lance immediately tensed. “And maybe this can help you feel a little more at ease, cadet.”

“What do you-?”

“Miss Katharina Holt?”

Pidge turned and screamed, “Oh my God!” so loudly that the groups taking pictures all around them were startled.

“No fucking way…,” Lance breathed out.

Hunk was covering his face, having been speechless the entire time.

“Shiro?” Matt said softly.

Sure enough, it was Shiro. In a Garrison uniform, with his tuft of white hair and well kept stubble framing his face, pale scar still visible across his nose, and holding a large bouquet of flowers in his arms. “In the flesh. Mostly, of course,” he answered. Pidge leaned against Matt for support and Lance sat himself on the floor to handle the shock. Hunk was the first to move, engulfing Shiro in a hug. “Hey, Hunk. It’s good to see you,” Shiro said with a gentle smile.

“Oh my God, it’s Shiro. Oh my God. Oh my God, it’s fucking Shiro.” Lance seemed to have short-circuited, repeating the same over and over.

Pidge could feel herself shaking, even as she took the bouquet and hugged him tightly. “How did you even get here?” she asked, her voice unable to go above a whisper all of a sudden.

She pulled back, reaching out to touch his face and his hair as if to be sure he was real. Shiro chuckled and let her as he explained. “Well, Iverson told me you were graduating, so I came back to the Garrison for a while. I wasn’t sure if we should approach you, but when we saw these guys here with you, we figured… why not? I hope that was okay?”

“Yes! Yes, absolutely!” Shiro smiled wider and switched to greet Matt. Pidge moved closer to Hunk who was wiping at his eyes and sniffing. “Thank you so much for coming. That means so much to me,” she told Iverson.

Iverson looked at her, his gaze full of mirth. “Katie, you snuck into my office and returned with fake documents as a boy and became a paladin who saved the world. This is honestly the least I could ever possibly do.” Pidge laughed and felt herself blush. She felt Hunk’s hand slide into hers as Shiro knelt down to coax Lance off the ground where he seemed to be shaking. “And I don’t know if it’s something you might want, but you should know that if you ever need it, a job will always be available for you with the Garrison.” He smiled, and Pidge thanked him again.

“We should get someplace without so many spectators,” Pidge suggested when she saw that people kept glancing over at the uniformed men and the person sitting on the grass in a suit. “Love, you should help Shiro get Lance up.”

Hunk nodded and moved to heft Lance up. He was unsteady in his steps, but he leaned against Hunk for support. “Well, I think a celebration is now doubly called for,” Hunk said, absentmindedly soothing Lance. “We’re heading to Pidge’s to finish packing up for the move before partying. You’re coming right?” he asked Shiro.

“If you don’t mind extra people there,” Shiro said with a smile.

“Of course I don’t mind! This is insane!” Pidge hooked her arm into her brother’s. “This is a better surprise than I ever could have dreamt up, Shiro. I wouldn’t want you to go so quickly.”

Shiro looked at Iverson. “What do you say? Lay down some higher duties for a fun night of catching up?” Iverson laughed and agreed. “We’ll meet you there, just give me the address.”

It was easier to finish packing with two extra hands. Pidge hardly had to do much more than tell them which boxes to get and where to arrange them in the U-haul. They were done just in time for her roomates who returned from celebratory dinners.

They were dumbstruck at the sight of Shiro in uniform, and Pidge couldn’t help but laugh to herself. Of course, Sam knew who he was right away.

“Oh wow, it’s an honor to meet you,” she said, wide-eyed as she incessantly shook his hand. “My brother loves you so much-”

“W-what?” Shiro asked with a nervous laugh.

“You haven’t heard of Lance’s best-selling series? It’s all the hype in the YA genre,” Matt said, nudging Lance playfully.

“I had to pull a lot of strings to get the Garrison to turn a blind eye to that,” Iverson said with a huff. “But I’m proud to see how far along you’ve come too. All of you.” Pidge, Matt, Hunk, and Lance looked at each other and smiled. It was so strange to think that they’d all been in his class at some point, reprimanded and muttering under their breath. Before they knew anything about anything.

But the comment also made something cold sprout in Pidge’s heart because she couldn’t help but notice how much more prominent it was that they were still missing a teammate. And based on the look on Hunk and Lance’s faces, they felt it too.

Shiro was getting an over-excited run down of the books he hadn’t known he was part of from Sam, and once she managed to catch him up to the best of her knowledge which came from her brother, he went over to Lance.

As Iverson continued talking to Matt, Pidge stayed off to the side with Hunk. He wrapped his arms around her and swayed her gently as she watched the scene. The people from her past life catching up with nostalgia in their laughter and the people in her new life dancing and singing along to music that played on a speaker, celebrating a milestone. It felt surreal seeing them both in one place, but at the same time it seemed normal. With Sam asking Matt and Iverson questions about the Garrison, and Ana trying to offer them food, Sophie flirting obnoxiously with Lance and Shiro simultaneously, and Leon running around and getting pet by everyone.

“You okay?” Hunk whispered in her ear.

She hummed and nodded. “It’s overwhelming. But also relaxing,” she said. She turned to him and mess with the collar of his shirt. “It feels like I could’ve been doing this all along, you know?”

“Honeybee… You can’t keep berating yourself over the past. Besides it was a choice we all made.” She nodded and wrapped her arms around him. “Come on. You’re a graduate now. How does that feel?”

“Ugh, like I can finally breathe!” she said with a laugh. She looked up at him and smiled. “I missed you so much.”

“Well now you’ll be a quick drive away. No more long distance. We did it.” She smiled wider and sighed as he leaned in to kiss her.

They heard someone clear their throat and broke apart to see Shiro looking at them with a smile that made crow’s feet appear in the corner of his eyes. “So when did this start?” he asked. “You two were always a good pair, and I guess this was bound to happen.”

Hunk laughed and started playing with her hair. “It’s only been a handful of months. But yeah, it feels like longer sometimes. We gotta thank Lance and the blatant lack of secrecy in his books.” Pidge laughed and nodded, recalling the night they first kissed. “How have you been, Shiro? What’s the universe like without us?”

“Oh, you know. They miss us. They still sell figurines and they have ‘vintage’ photos of the days we visited. But everyone’s safe and happy. Allura and Coran are out there helping the planets prosper. They work with me in keeping relations with Earth and all that.” Shiro looked over his shoulder and Pidge saw Lance with Iverson, blushing at something. Based on the way Sam was laughing, Iverson must have been embarrassing him. Shiro looked back at them. “Lance said you guys found him at a book signing.”

“Yeah. My roommate told me about his books and then I found his books and Hunk found a book tour and…. Yeah.”

“You guys… haven’t heard from Keith, have you?”

Hunk and Pidge shared a look. “No. Lance found a photography portfolio he has online, but….”

“I… found his location around that time. It might have changed, but I never told Lance. I offered to find him, but Lance never got back to me,” Pidge said.

Shiro frowned, looking at Pidge then Hunk. “You did something illegal, didn’t you?” Pidge winced and smiled innocently. “Some things just don’t change,” he said with a smile.

“Wait, so… Keith hasn’t even been in contact with you?” Hunk asked.

Shiro shook his head. “Lance asked too, but…. No. I haven’t heard from him, and I don’t get a lot of news when I’m off in a different galaxy.” He sighed and chugged what was left of his beer. “Do you mind sending that portfolio my way?”

“Yeah, of course,” Pidge said.

“So, Pidge. What’s next for you? Moving in with Matt in Vegas and what?”

“I’m not sure yet. I kind of want to take time to calm down. Maybe travel a bit or something? Settle in to Vegas. I do want a job doing what I love with computational skills, but… I’ve done that for so long now, I just want a break.” She felt Hunk massaging her shoulders languidly. “Maybe try to convince Lance to move there too. So he’s not so far away.”

In the kitchen, Ana had taken out a few bottles of liquor and was already setting up for mixers, shots, and whatever else people wanted to have. “Everybody get a drink so we can make a toast!” she called out. Everyone lined up to get something, sipping idly until they were ready for a toast. Ana cleared her throat and raised her glass. “Katie, you’ve been a wonderful roommate and an amazing friend. You’re possibly the smartest person I have ever met and I know I’ll see your name in scientific journals that future college students will have to read and use for research.” Pidge laughed and shook her head. “It’s hard to believe that you’ll be moving away. We’re gonna miss you so much, and we better be invited to your wedding because we absolutely love Hunk!”

“Oh my God,” Pidge said, blushing as she hid her face in Hunk’s arm.

“The four of us graduated today,” Sam said, stepping next to Ana. “But Katie, it’s no secret that you’ve come the farthest. So it’s not just a grad party, but a going away party, and a much needed celebratory party to thank you for everything you’ve done. For us and everyone around you.” Sam managed to keep it vague enough, for the other girls, but Pidge and her former teammates knew what she meant. And they knew that gratitude extended to them. “So a toast to making it through the biggest obstacles and finally reaching the finish line. I’m so happy to have been a part of it with you for the last four years.”

“To Katie!” Sophie said with a wide smile. “And to the class of 2019!”

“To the class of 2019!” they all responded before drinking.

The music was turned up again. They ordered more food to spread on the table. They danced and talked and said goodbyes and reminisced- either about school years or veteran years. Before long Sophie and Ana were drunk, singing along to the karaoke as Pidge suffered the second-hand embarrassment and gave Iverson an apologetic smile.

Iverson only shook his head and continued to drink his whiskey and spent the time talking with his former students or Sam who said her brother would be interested in being part of the program. Sam was the one who bounced about rambling about everything, practically bursting with the awe and feeling starstruck. She asked Lance about signing a copy of a book for her brother and then listened to Shiro describe what the galaxies were like now, and she rambled to Hunk about how he was her brother’s favorite character and how he resonated with him most, then asked Matt what Vegas was like.

Somewhere among the chaos, Hunk took her hand and pulled her aside. They slipped into her room, which was now mostly bare except for Sam’s side.

“I was hoping to steal you away for a dance,” he said, using his phone to scroll through music.

“How sweet,” she said a giddy laugh. She’d had enough to drink to feel light, but not enough to make a fool of herself in front of Iverson or her brother. She felt warm and happy and floaty.

The strum of a guitar filled the room, louder than the muffled noise on the other side of the door. She slipped her hand into Hunk’s as he pulled her near and started stepping side to side, the two of the twirling in a circle.

“This is our first dance as a couple,” she realized as Hunk spun her around gently before pulling her back into him.

“That’s true. But it’ll be hard to surpass dancing in a living room with the furniture pushed aside and fireworks outside the window.” She laughed and pulled her hand away to wrap her arms around his neck instead. “You look happy.”

“I am. I’m with you.” Hunk smiled and nudged his nose against hers gently. “Teach me to say it.” He hummed in confusion. “How to say I love you in Samoan.” Hunk said the phrase, then said it slowly, with Pidge repeating each word after him. The words felt funny on her tongue, but she was determined to learn it. She wanted to tell him she loved him in every language she could. “Okay. Oute a-alofa… ia te… oe.” Hunk nodded, the smile on his face serene and adoring and wonderful. “Oute alofa ia te oe.”

Hunk cupped her face and kissed her, letting the music play around them. The warmth in her body magnified, and she felt dizzy with all of Hunk encompassing her. He pulled away and ran his thumb over her cheek lightly. “I love you so much,” he whispered.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” she whispered. “I know you have a hotel, but….” She shrugged and he tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Of course.” He kissed her forehead, and Pidge sighed as she let herself melt against him. “We should get back to the party,” he whispered.

“Mm. Yeah.” She pulled away and took his hand. “I can’t believe Shiro found us.”

“Well, it’s thanks to Iverson. He contacted him for your graduation.” Hunk opened the door for her and they managed to catch the end of a drunk rendition of Hollaback Girl from Ana and Sam. “You know, we were always so terrified of Iverson as students. Who knew all it took was two drunk college girls to scare him?”

Pidge turned and saw Iverson staring at the karaoke with wide eyes and a confused look. She laughed to herself and walked over to sit with him. “Hardened war vet scared of a couple of twenty-year olds?” she teased.

He scoffed and puffed out his chest. “Of course not!” Pidge arched an eyebrow. He deflated and clinked the ice in his glass. “It’s the singing.” That made Pidge laugh even more.

Shiro came up to them, chewing on some nachos. “We’ll head out as soon as I finish this, okay?” Iverson waved a hand dismissively. “As for you two- I’m gonna hear from you more now right?”

“Absolutely,” Pidge promised. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned into him. “I’m really glad you came. It really was the best gift I could have gotten today.”

“I always knew you’d do great things, Pidge,” he said, ruffling her hair.

At that moment, Leon trotted up to them, leash in his maw as he pawed at Hunk’s leg and whined. “Hey buddy, you gotta go outside?” Hunk glanced around and frowned. “Where’s Lance?”

“Uh, I’m not sure, maybe in the bathroom. Here, I can take him,” Pidge offered. She clipped his leash onto his collar and tugged gently. “Come on boy.” She opened the door and froze before she could even fully step out.

Leon barked causing Lance and Sophie to split apart. “Um. Hey, Pidge,” Lance said weakly.

“What the fuck…?” Pidge muttered. Having stayed at the doorway, the others inside came to peer out. Lance was trying to get the lipstick smudges off his mouth and chin, and Sophie was blushing furiously.

“What are you doing out here?” Sophie asked, her words slurring together.

Pidge looked at Lance and held out the leash. “Leon wanted to go outside. Um. Sorry to interrupt?” She turned around and ushered everyone back inside and shut the door. “So that’s a good note to end the party on, right?”

“She was flirting with him all night,” Hunk said. “Guess that was bound to happen.”

Pidge laughed it off, but she couldn’t help the unease in her chest. She knew Lance still had Keith on his mind, and frankly who he made out with was none of her business, but Sophie? Sure they weren’t exactly enemies, but she was definitely her least liked roommate.

“Some things just don’t change,” Shiro echoed. “Okay, yeah, we’re going to head out. I have a number for my office in the Garrison. Keep me up to date, okay? I’ll get in touch when I come back down again, and maybe you guys can give me a tour of Vegas. I’ve only been once.”

“If you see Coran and Allura, tell them we miss them,” Pidge said.

“Oh! Actually, hold on.” Hunk pulled out his wallet and pulled out a folded polaroid photo. “I I took this of all of us the last time they they visited. Give it to them.” It was a photo of Pidge, Lance, Hunk, and Matt sprawled out on the couch, laughing. It was slightly blurry and tilted because taking a selfie with a polaroid was hard, but it was a good photo. “And see if you can get one of them to bring back for us.”

Shiro smiled and tucked the photo in his uniform pocket. “I will. It was really great seeing you guys again. Safe travels and good luck.” He hugged them each and Pidge had to consciously remind herself to let go. “I promise we’ll stay in touch this time.”

Pidge nodded then turned to Iverson to hug him too. Then she and Hunk followed them out to the car. They said goodbye to Lance when they saw him outside, but Lance still looked embarrassed.

They waited for their headlights to disappear down the street before heading back inside. Lance was leaning against the wall with Leon, and Pidge figured Sophie must have gone back inside.

“Go ahead, let me hear it,” he muttered, kicking at the ground.

“Hear what?” Hunk asked. Lance gave him a deadpan look. Hunk sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Dude, you’re an adult. We’re not teenagers anymore, and you can do what you want.”

“Then why can I feel your judgement from here?” Pidge and Hunk shared a look and Lance scoffed. “No, no, no don’t do that! Don’t do the thing. You know, the thing where couples have a whole conversation with a look. Just talk to me.”

“Lance, I’m more upset because you decided to swap spit with Sophie. Of all my roommates.”

Hunk sighed. “And it’s not fair to her. You’re not into her, Lance, and we all know it. You’re still hung up on Keith-”

“Yeah, and what do I do about that?” he snapped. “It’s not like you and Pidge. You guys got lucky. You guys met again and you were still in love with her and it worked out. Keith left me. He’s disappeared off the face of the Earth and the probability of seeing him again are slim, and even if I did, it’s not like we can just pick up where we left off. And I can’t spend another five years getting over it.” He rubbed his face tiredly and then scratched his head, stuffing his other hand into his jeans pocket. “I’m sorry I kissed her, Pidge. She was pushing, and I was lonely and tipsy and I figured it wouldn’t hurt. I didn’t mean to ruin your fun.”

Pidge smiled and hooked her arm with his. “You didn’t. I just don’t like her. Besides she’s a really messy drunk, and she’ll probably forget this by tomorrow. And I told you- if you want me to find him, I can. Just say the word.”

“What if you can’t?” he whispered.

Pidge looked at Hunk. He nodded. “I already did once.” Lance’s head snapped up. “He was in some tiny island in the middle of nowhere. You still weren’t sure if you wanted to look for him, so I didn’t tell you. But if you want to find him now, I can help.”

Lance stared at her, wide-eyed for a moment. Pidge was already itching to get her hands on her laptop. Then he shook his head. “No. No, if he… if he doesn’t want to be found, then…. I want to respect that. He hasn’t even contacted Shiro. He doesn’t want us finding him. I just gotta move on. Thank you though, Pidge.”

She nodded and wrapped an arm around him. “We love you, Loverboy.”

“Oh my God,” Lance groaned.

Hunk laughed and opened the door for them to head back inside. Sophie was already half asleep on the couch and Matt was making himself another hot dog. Ana and Sam were crying about something and talking over each other in high pitched voices and hugging.

Pidge helped get Sophie to her bed. Ana and Sam decided to share Ana’s so Lance could sleep in Sam’s. Matt would sleep on the couch. Hunk, of course, would sleep with Pidge.

They cleaned up a bit, mostly getting trash into bags and dishes loaded into the dishwasher, before they split up for some much needed rest before they caught their plane the next day. Lance was in charge of making sure everything on the U-Haul made it to Vegas, but he wouldn’t be going with them to Vegas. Then Pidge would settle in at Matt’s and start her normal adult life.

But in that moment, with everyone settled into their sleeping arrangement, it felt like their old sleepovers. Pidge, Lance, and Hunk stayed up a little later, laughing and whispering in the dark. It wasn’t until their voices became heavy with a need for sleep that they let the conversation die out and each succumbed to sleep.

---

Within the next day, Pidge had moved across the country. She didn’t have a lot of her stuff yet other than the luggage she managed to load on the plane. It would be another handful of days before her stuff arrived. The jetlag was so bad, Pidge immediately fell asleep even though it was only seven thirty when she arrived. Hunk stayed because he was pretty exhausted too, and Matt didn’t even make it to the bed- he just turned on the TV and immediately knocked out on the couch.

Even so, Pidge didn’t fully wake up until a little past noon the following day. Hunk was scrolling through his phone when she opened her eyes, one hand idly stroking her hair.

“Hey,” she mumbled, burrowing her face into his chest. “What are you doing?”

“Reading up on news,” he answered. “How’d you sleep?”

“I slept to the point where I’m exhausted, and my body hurts,” she said with a light laugh. “I’m starving.”

“I can make food.” Hunk kissed her forehead lightly and got out of bed. Pidge watched him go and smiled to herself. She couldn’t believe she’d get to have more mornings like this.

She pulled herself out of bed and cleaned herself up a bit before heading out to the kitchen. By the time Hunk finished cooking, even Matt had been lured out of his room.

It was nice to eat with them without the constant reminder that she’d have to leave soon. She was home now. For good.

---

By the next weekend she was home, her stuff had arrived and Hunk helped her decorate and arrange her room. To celebrate the official end of moving in, Hunk arranged a date night at his place.

When they arrived at his apartment, Hunk covered her eyes before unlocking the door. “Has your place been set up all day?” Pidge asked, biting back her smile.

“Honeybee, I've had this planned since you booked your flight home.” Pidge laughed and let him lead her inside. “Okay, ready?” She nodded and Hunk uncovered her eyes. “Open.”

She opened her eyes and felt her heartbeat stutter at the sight of flower petals leading to the living room where the furniture had been pushed away to make way for a blanket. The lamps were on their lowest setting, filling the place with a soft light. By the time she turned to face Hunk, he'd gotten a hold of a basket that looked like it had been plucked right out of a movie.

“Oh my God….”

Hunk smiled and shrugged. “You always said you wanted a date like in the movies. It's no park, but I figured-”

“It's perfect. I love it,” she said with a laugh that bubbled up from her chest and pushed her to wrap her arms around Hunk. “I love you.”

Hunk smiled in a way that made her heart melt. In a way that made her feel like the most important person in the universe.

He took her hand and led her to the living room. They sat down and Hunk pulled out the food he'd prepared. Pidge couldn't help but laugh when he pulled out her favorite picnic food- peanut butter banana sandwiches with the crust cut off. He pulled out Capri-Suns and pudding cups. Pidge had to hide her face because she was blushing and smiling so much.

It really was perfect.

Hunk played music on a speaker. Soft love songs that faded into the background as they talked and ate, but Pidge noticed a couple of songs that she had mentioned she loved in passing.

“Stay still, you have pudding on your face,” Pidge said, reaching forward to wipe at Hunk's cheek.

Hunk grabbed her hand and tilted his face against it. He pressed a kiss to her palm and pulled her closer.

“You're breathtaking, you know that?” Pidge felt herself blush to the tips of her ears and Hunk chuckled. “I could spend every day of forever counting every freckle on your face and every speck of green in your eyes.”

Pidge bit her lip and touched his face with her free hand. “You know… if you really think about it… that would be very creepy.”

Hunk's bellowing laughter filled the room. Then he cupped her face and kissed her through his smile “Pidge, my sweet honeysuckle, you are the epitome of romance.”

She shrugged and smirked at him. “What can I say? I'm a natural.”

Hunk brushed his nose against hers in a slow eskimo kiss. “So how have you enjoyed your first week as an official Vegas resident?”

Pidge took a breath and let it out with a hum. “Let's see. I spent the first day mostly cuddling with you. I haven't had any tests or homework to worry about. I've binged TV with Matt and spent the night with you.” She nodded. “Yeah. Pretty awesome first week.” Hunk laughed and brushed her hair back. “Kiss me.”

He didn't have to be told twice. He cupped her face with his wide hands, keeping her safe and loved between them. His mouth was soft and moved slowly against hers until Pidge had fully relaxed against him.

She shifted to sit in his lap, her legs bent on either side of him. She felt his thumb slide along her cheek, then along her jawline, then down the side of her throat. She hummed against his lips and took a sharp breath when he pulled away from her in favor of tilting her head and kissing her neck.

He froze and rubbed soothing circles into her hip. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

Hunk's lips pressed against her skin and Pidge let her mouth fall open at the sensation of heat that bolted through her. This was so new, it was so new.

She'd been with Hunk for months now, had spent the night with him several times, but the most that had come of it were heavy makeout sessions that they both had to feel back from. Whether it was because they both had a level of apprehension for anything more or because neither of them wanted to do much more if Pidge would be leaving, or if it was something else entirely, she wasn't sure.

She just knew that this was a new side of Hunk she didn't know. Though not entirely. Because even as his hands roamed her body, they stayed at her back, or along her waist, or down the side of her leg. Even with her breaths turning shallow, and the small whimpers of surprise she let out in his ear, he stayed on safe areas of her body.

Then she felt the way he sucked against her skin, the way her skin sparked when his teeth grazed it, and she gasped. She shoved her hands into his hair, keeping him in place, her hips moving of their own accord against him.

He moaned and pulled back, his forehead resting on her shoulder as their breaths tried to even out.

“I'm sorry,” she whispered.

He shook his head. “No, it's okay, love. I just… just don't want to get too carried away.”

“Is that for yourself or for me?”

Hunk brushed his nose against hers. “You. I know… I know you said you haven't done anything. And you went through some shitty people….” He touched her face lightly and twirled a strand of hair that fell forward around his finger. “It's not something I want to trigger or rush or-”

Pidge leaned in to kiss him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled back and buried her face in the crook of his neck. “I trust you. I feel safe with you.” She pulled away to look him in the eyes. “Ever since I got back on Earth, I haven't felt safe around any guys. Especially after what happened in my friend's dorm…. But with Lance and Matt, I feel okay. And with you?” She grabbed his hands and intertwined them with hers. “I feel so safe with you. I don't feel afraid of anything when I'm with you.” She kissed his hands and rested her cheek against one. “I know you'd never hurt me.”

Hunk smiled at her and kissed her again. “Well if it's alright with you… I don't really want to do this on my living room floor.” Pidge laughed and nodded in agreement.

She stood up so he could stand too. Then he scooped her up in his arms, making her shriek and laugh as she clung to him.

He carried her to the bedroom and laid her slowly on the bed. Pidge's heart was pounding with what the night had decided to surprise her with. She didn't believe in the whole concept of her worth laying in her virginity. She'd never been religious enough to identify with that. But that didn't mean it wasn't important.

Sex was something intimate and vulnerable to her. She wanted her first time to matter and of course she wanted it to be special. She was still nervous, though. Hunk was her best friend. She loved him with all her heart. He knew her better than anyone. But everything would still be new, and not knowing what to expect… that scared her.

Hunk had returned to kissing her. A kiss not unlike all their other kisses when they were alone. Slow. Gentle. Soothing.

One hand held him up, the other rubbed soothing circles against her side, over her shirt.

Pidge took his hand and led him under her shirt, letting his hand splay across her stomach. He traced his fingertips there, not quite tickling, but still lightly enough to give her goosebumps. His breaths turned shallow.

He kissed her neck again and this time Pidge arched up into him. Heat pooled in her stomach, between her legs, and she felt her heart pound louder in her ears. His hand trailed up just under her bra and he hesitated.

“Okay?” he asked with a shaky voice. She nodded and his finger traced the top edges of the cup. Skin she had never let anyone touch. She shivered, her breaths trembling as her toes curled.

Her shirt was hiked up as far as it could go, but oddly enough she didn't feel as self-conscious as she thought she would. Her skin was pale, with obvious tan lines with the recent spring and summer sun. Freckles everywhere. Her stomach wasn't flat no matter how often she told herself she'd start working out again. And then the scars. Long, white, jagged lines that had faded only slightly over time.

Hunk's knee nudged her legs apart and she gasped when he settled himself between them. He was breathing heavily a sound that was loud over the hammering of her heart in the quiet room. Pidge was grateful for the slowness of it all. He pulled his hand away to settle on the mattress and burrowed his face against her shoulder. His beard tickled, but before Pidge could comment, he scooped his arms around her and she realized he was shaking.

She stilled and moved her hands to his face, insisting on getting him to look at her.

“Hey, what is it?”

“Nothing,” he whispered. But she recognized that look in his eyes. That distant look like he wasn't fully there, the furrow of his eyebrows. His lower lip trembled and his breaths hadn't slowed down. “I'm okay.”

“Hunk. We can stop. You can tell me if you want to stop.”

He sighed and settled over her, his arms around her, holding her between himself and the bed. He rested his head on her chest and she settled for running her fingers through his hair.

She could still feel the slight tremors of his body. His voice was small when he spoke. “But it's you. I love you, and-”

“And we don't need to do this for me to believe that. I know you love me. And you always make me feel loved. But you've had your own bad history with this, and I understand if you want to wait more. Besides, I was kind of nervous too.” She ran her fingers along his tattooed arm and smiled. “We've got time. We're not in a war that's gonna put us in danger. I'm not on the other side of the country anymore.”

He turned to bury his face in her chest. She was flat enough that it was still a chaste gesture, and for once, she didn't feel so self-conscious about small boobs. He didn’t speak again until he’d stopped hyperventilating.

“I love you,” he said, muffled by her bunched up shirt. “But… I think I do need to stop.”

“Okay,” she said. “I love you too.” She followed the swirl of black ink in his skin. “Can you tell me about your tattoos again?”

Hunk shifted to lay beside her. She took the chance to pull her shirt back down and rolled onto her side to face him as his arm pulled her closer.

Hunk began to tell her the stories behind the tattoo sleeve he had. The swirl of flames, ocean waves, tumultuous clouds, earthly rocks, and leafy vines. The lion paw. The arrows, the intricate lines of patterns that derived from Samoan designs. He told her about going into the shop for several sessions, slowly piecing the puzzle together. How he hoped to fill his whole arm one day, maybe his back too, so it could tell his life story.

“You wanna be your own body quilt?” she asked, slightly amused.

“Why not? I could add how we came back to each other. Finding Lance. Seeing Shiro again.” He shrugged and leaned in to kiss the top of her head. “I always said that if I ever had kids, I’d add their handprints or something. Document the milestones.”

“Don’t they hurt?”

Hunk smirked. “You want one?” Pidge winced and smiled. “It depends. These didn’t hurt much. Felt like a pinch or a scrape. I mean, honestly, compared to some stuff we went through with Voltron? Not too bad.” He traced a finger over Pidge’s arm, connecting the freckles with his finger. “You already have art on your body.”

“My freckles?” she asked with a disbelieving laugh. “I mean… I don’t hate them, but they’re not art.”

“They’re like stars. You’ve got constellations all over you. You’re a galaxy, honeybee.” Her ran a finger over one of her scars which ran from her elbow to the back of her forearm. “Complete with shooting stars and meteors.”

She chuckled and poked the top of his nose. “I think you’re the only one who sees it that way, love.”

He shrugged. “More for me to admire then. I’ve traveled the universe, but I’ve got a whole other universe right here in you.” Pidge felt her heart swell and her cheeks burned. It was so easy to believe him when he looked at her that way.

“I love you,” she whispered, putting all of her adoration and love and fascination into those three syllables.

The smile that spread on his face was slow and sleepy, but warm and full of joy. “My heart is yours,” he answered. Pidge’s lips parted in surprise. Her heartbeat fluttered and every part of her relaxed further to curl into him.

Their breaths slowed as they started to fall asleep. Pidge had a fleeting thought of how lucky she was to have fallen in love with someone who love her without inhibitions and did everything to make sure she never forgot or doubted it. Hunk loved her for who she was, and he had since they were young. Pidge never had to hide anything from him, never had to shy away or cover her body or quell her quirks. Hunk knew all of it. Loved all of her.

It was more than she ever dreamed of experiencing.

#hidge #team punk #yellowgreen #hunk and pidge #fragile hearts

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Batfam Week: Day 2 - Trapped

through different colored glasses

The Justice League, Hal Jordan and Oliver Queen in particular, love to say that Bruce is too serious.

They say he needs to lighten up. They say he is too anal about things. They say he is too strict. They say a whole lot of things.

But Hal Jordan and Oliver Queen do not have to deal with things like this.

“Bruce, I’m telling you,” Tim says, frantically, “this is in no way my fault. If I had to blame anyone, it would be Dick anyway!”

“Me?” Dick cries, scandalized that his brother would throw him under the bus like this, and almost lets the ice pack slip from his black eye, “why is it my fault?”

“I don’t know,” Jason drawls, sounding utterly bored by the whole situation, “I think I agree with Replacement on this.”

or, alternatively, Bruce confiscates Jason's rocket launcher and sets off a chain reaction, Dick somehow gets dragged into Jason's mess, Tim wishes his brothers weren't maniacs, and maybe it's really a matter of points of view

The Justice League, Hal Jordan and Oliver Queen in particular, love to say that Bruce is too serious.

They say he needs to lighten up. They say he is too anal about things. They say he is too strict. They say a whole lot of things.

But Hal Jordan and Oliver Queen do not have to deal with things like this.

“Bruce, I’m telling you,” Tim says, frantically, “this is in no way my fault. If I had to blame anyone, it would be Dick anyway!”

“Me?” Dick cries, scandalized that his brother would throw him under the bus like this, and almost lets the ice pack slip from his face, “why is it my fault?”

“I don’t know,” Jason drawls, sounding utterly bored by the whole situation, “I think I agree with Replacement on this.”

Bruce should intervene before it escalates further, he really should. Even if it’s nearing four in the morning and he has a board meeting at 8 am. Alfred wouldn’t be happy if Bruce just went back to bed and left them to resolve this on their own. He sighs, rubbing his eyes, “keep your voices down, Alfred is sleeping. Good. Now, start from the beginning.”

Dick and Tim immediately begin talking over each other. He doesn’t know what else he expected, really. “One at a time.”

“Fine,” Jason says, leaning against his rocket launcher, “I’ll start.”

All Jason wants is to get Roxy back.

Honest.

She is an integral part of his arsenal and she has so many memories attached to her. The emotional value is priceless. Like, remember that time he tried to blow up an entire building with Black Mask inside? Good times, he knows.

So yeah, Jason wants Roxy, his beloved rocket launcher, back.

And in all fairness, Bruce had no business confiscating it this time. He hadn’t been planning on firing her against Penguin’s stupid warehouse. It was just for intimidating purposes, mostly.

But getting her back, it’s not gonna be easy, Jason knows. Since the last time, he bets Bruce won’t simply lock her in the armory.

Since asking is not an option, and apologizing is entirely too unfair on his part, Jason does what he has to do. He waits until everyone is out on patrol and Alfred is down in the Cave, and sneaks into the Manor.

It’s quite easy, in fact. Less than fifteen minutes and he’s silently roaming the empty hallways.

You’d expect more, it being Batman��s house and all.

The tracker says it’s not downstairs. Jason walks around aimlessly, watching the tiny red dot blinking on his phone as it grows and shrinks with each turn.

Not in any of the bedrooms, not in the living room, not in the pantry. The second floor, past the music room, past another row of unused bedrooms, past Bruce’s study, past–

Finally. In one of the old ass broom closets.

Jason opens it slowly, cringing at how loud it creaks in the otherwise silent house.

Peering inside, he sighs in relief. There she is. Cue in shitty cliche music. Roxy, in all her rocket glory, stands in the corner of the room, the only shiny object among all the dust-coated, forgotten things.

Ah, how long have they stood there? Forsaken by mankind, refused by society. Sitting in a shrine of dust and cobwebs, never to see sunlight again–

“Oh for the love of god, Jason,” Tim kicks him in the shin, wincing when the movement jostles his sprained wrist, “quit bullshitting, your prose sucks.”

Bruce feels the beginning of a headache growing at the back of his head. Stress then. “Jason, please,” he sighs, “just cut to the chase.”

“Fine, fine. Jeez, talk about a tough crowd.”

Anyway. Where was he?

Oh, right.

So, Jason steps inside. And promptly dies a little more inside. Cobwebs stick to his everything. They get in his hair, on his clothes, even on his damn shoes. Of all the days to leave his helmet behind.

But he powers through. All for Roxy, do it for Roxy, he tells himself.

Finally, after crossing miles of disgusting cobwebs, Jason is reunited with his baby. She looks as gorgeous as the day he bought her, shiny and cool and deadly.

With his mission accomplished, he steels himself for the trek back.

In a totally unrelated note chain of events, a vase is knocked out by something– that may or may not have been Roxy as Jason turned around, but no one can prove that, so– and ends up falling to its side, knocking out a row of boxes that had been beside it on the highest shelf in the process, and then, as it topples down, one of the boxes falls open, letting a bowling ball roll away.

And, in a true feat of the Universe deciding to fuck over Jason, the ball hits the door. Or, more specifically, it hits the doorknob. Breaking it right off.

“Fuck no,” says Jason, with feeling. He hugs Roxy closer, cursing every god in existence and a few fake ones too, just because. If this was anyone else’s house, he wouldn’t think twice before kicking the door down.

But, as previously stated, this story is set on Batman’s house. Jason doesn’t trust an of the doors not to have some freaky sensor thing that’ll alert the big, bad Bat of any disturbance. He’s half convinced it already might have. For all he knows, Bruce could be a second away to breaking it down himself and yelling at Jason.

Even ignoring that particularly upsetting prospect, there’s a lot of ways he could open that door. He could pick the lock, he could unscrew the hinges, he could blow it off with Roxy. The only problem is that all of them are way too noisy for this way too silent place. At this hour Alfred is probably back upstairs, making post-patrol snacks. He would most definitely hear any attempt of messing with the door, Alfred has superhearing when it comes to the Manor, everybody knows that.

And Alfred Pennyworth’s wrath is way worse than Batman’s.

Jason checks the time. While breaking in had taken no time at all, wandering around certainly did. If tonight was slow, and it sounds like it was, they will all be back soon. He turns on his comm, just to check. Tuning in the frequency, he listens as Dick babbles about his stupid day job. Jason turns it off, cursing. If the idiot is babbling that much already, they must on their way back.

Now there really is no way out. Nothing that Jason knows would be fast enough to get him out before they all arrived. You can’t outrace the Batmobile. He is trapped.

Sliding down the dusty, moldy wall, Jason wallows in well-earned, very justified, self-pity, and waits.

Time seems to slow down to spite him further, a way for the Universe to fuck you in big, bold, neon letters. Well, fuck you too, buddy. He waits and waits and waits and waits, but nobody comes his way, because Bruce lives in this unnecessarily, ridiculously giant ass Manor with an unreasonable number of empty ass rooms.

Fed up with the whole situation, Jason ponders his options. On one hand, he could stay there forever, trapped in this tiny, disgusting broom closet, which by the way, has no brooms whatsoever, and waste away into eternity. Maybe he could live off the spiders for a bit, rats if he’s lucky. His arm too, he won’t need two to live in a closet. It might buy him a few months. Or, on the other hand, he could swallow his pride and call someone to come let him out of the damn closet.

He eyes the cobwebs on the upper right corner. Yeah, no, too disgusting. He can’t eat spiders, too creepy, too many legs, too many eyes. Nope, not gonna do it.

Calling someone it is.

Bruce is a no-go, obviously. The Brat, too. He would lord it over his head forever. Alfred? Nah, he would give Jason his disappointed look and shake his head in that sad way, and Jason would be left feeling like the worst person ever. Cass? Fuck, no, she’s still in Hong Kong. Tim, then? Maybe. The kid would definitely be the less annoying option. But he would also be a little shit about it, Jason would never hear the end of it. So that leaves… Dick? Really? Is he that desperate yet?

Let’s be real, he is.

But then again, Dick can be persuaded not to tell on him. If Jason uses the brother card right, maybe he can convince the idiot to keep quiet.

Yeah, he can do this. He survived being exploded, he can survive this.

So he sends him a text, help pls.

To which, Dick answers with a call. Jason declines, they’re operating in stealth mode here. Cant talk, u at the manor?

Yeah where are u? Whats going on? Are u hurt? His phone is thankfully on silent, buzzing with the new messages.

fine, he sends. Then, come to the broom closet next door to the next study after Bruce’s.

what?

quick no time for questions

Sighing deeply, Jason buries his hand on his hands. This is a nightmare. This is all his bad karma kicking his ass. This is hell, this is purgatory– in fact, this is the lovechild of hell and purgatory.

Then, just as he was about to despair, there’s a soft knock on the door. “Jason?”

“Shhh,” he winces at the loud voice, “in here.”

Dick opens the door unceremoniously, not bothered by the creaking hinges. He stands in the doorway, disheveled in his stupid pajama and looking confused like a stupid, lost duckling, “Jason, what do you think you’re doing? At this hour?” He asks, hands on his hips, sounding just as stupidly confused.

“This is an ongoing rescue mission,” Jason explains slowly, because it’s important not to rush Dick, best to let him process things on his own time, “and I needed you to bust me out.”

“What.”

“I’m bringing Roxy home, but the doorknob fell off on my side.”

“Oh,” Dick steps inside, examining the other side of the door to confirm that, in fact, the doorknob had indeed fallen off and Jason hadn’t hallucinated the whole thing, “it really fell off,” he says dumbly.

“Yeah, well, thanks for opening up the door,” Jason gets up, dusting himself off and then picking up Roxy, “and I’d appreciate if you would keep this, you know, between brothers? Great, now it’s time to scram.”

“Uh, Jason,” the idiot stammers out, looking panicked at Jason and pointing, “don’t freak out, but there’s a huge spider on your shoulder.” He takes a step back, totally freaking out, and bumps on the door. Slamming it shut. “Uh, this is bad.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” Jason glares at him, easily flicking the small spider from off his shoulder, “congratulations, now we’re both stuck.”

Then, Dick wails in despair.

“Jason, that is not what happened!” Dick launches himself across the bed, trying to reach his brother but only managing in scaring Tim into climbing up the headboard, “stop telling everyone I’m dumb!”

“To be fair,” Jason says, watching amused, “you make it real easy.”

“Stop jostling the bed!” Tim complains from where he’s perched, cradling his injured wrist. He is going to fall, and it’s going to hurt, mattress or not, but Bruce doesn’t have the energy to get him down himself.

“Tim,” he warns, “if you fall and aggravate your injuries, you are going to tell Alfred yourself tomorrow.”

The teenager grumbles, sending Bruce a betrayed look, but slowly climbs down, scooting as far back as possible.

“Fine,” says Dick, frowning. He and Jason hadn’t stopped bickering yet, but Bruce hadn't expected them to. “here’s what really happened.”

Staring at the door, Dick can’t fathom what the hell Jason could be doing inside an unused broom closet. True, his brother can be a unpredictable at times, but this a new level of random.

He knocks at the door, just to be sure. Prank wars aren’t that rare around the Manor.

“In here,” Jason calls quietly. That’s never a good sign.

The door opens with noisy hinges that would probably make Alfred cringe. Dick takes in the scene. Jason is sprawled in one corner, hugging a rocket launcher. Near his feet, a bowling ball sways. Weird, he didn’t know Bruce used to go bowling.

Right. To more important things, “Jason, what the hell?”

“I’m rescuing Roxy,” Jason says unhappily, as if offended that how come Dick didn’t immediately jump to that totally reasonable conclusion, “and I needed you to bust me out.”

There are so many things to address, Dick isn’t sure where to begin. What even. Okay, first things first, “you named your rocket launcher Roxy?”

“That’s what you got from what I said?”

“Would you rather I focus on the fact you were trapped in a broom closet?” Dick rolls his eyes. Tonight patrol had been almost dull, suspiciously so. He should’ve known better. Clearly, Gotham seen Jason hiding in there and had taken pity on Dick, knowing the kind of wravoc Jason is undoubtedly going to bring down. On that note, “how did you manage that, by the way?”

Jason makes a non-committal noise, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the door as he gets to his feet with dramatic groans. Dick steps inside to take a better look at the thing, almost tripping on the bowling ball and sending it rolling to the other side of the room. The doorknob is missing and the metal is dented around where it should be. Really? How the hell did he break the whole thing clean off? “It fell off? How?”

“Sometimes,” Jason says, “it be like that. Now, if you could keep this just between us, I’d really appreciate it.”

Dick snorts, already expecting that, and shakes his head, turning around in time to see his brother dusting himself off and grimacing at the cobwebs sticking to his fingers. Gross. But then, something catches his eyes. Crawling its way up Jason’s shoulders, a black spider is quickly reaching his neck. Dick shudders, resisting the strong urge to check himself for any insect, “hm, Jason?” His brother looks up. “Don’t freak out, but there’s a spider on your shoulder.”

And, of course, Jason loses it.

“Shit, I said don’t freak out,” he rushes to stop him from tripping over anything or knocking any of the shelves down. Jason keeps trying to bat the thing off, but the cobwebs stick to his hand, leaving the spider dangling in the air, almost landing on his leg. “Hold still, stop squirming, you’re gonna– jesus christ.” In his frantic flailing, Jason manages to hit him with a painful elbow to the eye, causing Dick to stumble back and almost lose his balance.

Unfortunately, backing away means bumping right into the door. It closes with a loud thud.

“Okay,” Dick sighs, “this is bad.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” Jason says, having stopped his ridiculous flailing around, “congratulations, now we’re both stuck.”

They watch in silence as the tiny black spider crawls across the room and up the wall. She’s surprisingly fast, and it makes him think of Wally, even if his friend would probably disagree with the comparison. Well, Wally isn’t here to see the little eight-legged speedster himself, therefore, he has no base for opinions, agreeable or not.

“I’m not eating spiders,” says Jason, out of nowhere and with no context whatsoever, “or my arm.”

“That’s good, I suppose,” Dick shrugs, because what else is he supposed to say to that, “cannibalism is generally frowned upon in most societies. And spiders are generally gross, even when they’re like Wally.”

“I really don’t wanna know,” he frowns, sitting back down where Dick first found him and beginning to check his rocket launcher for any damage, “but anyways, you wouldn’t know if Bruce boob-trapped the door, would you?”

Dick wants to say no, he does, but after spending his teenage years in the Manor, he can’t honestly say that’s not something he wondered in more than one occasion. Bruce’s absolute perfect timing used to border omniscience. It was almost supernatural. Every attempt at sneaking out after curfew was foiled before he could even make it to the gates. “I mean, I don’t think it’s going to blow up on our faces if we try to pick the lock.”

“But it might trigger a silent alarm,” Jason concludes, sounding resigned.

“How pissed do you think he’s gonna be?”

“With you? Very. With me, though? Astronomically.” He sighs, rubbing his eyes, “I don’t really feel like being lectured at three in the morning, how ‘bout you?”

“Think I’ll pass, too.” Dick should’ve been sleeping now. On his bed. Getting some rest before his shift tomorrow. He should’ve been sleeping, not sitting on a hard, dusty floor.

“Guess there’s no other way then, uh?” Jason says, like Dick is somehow supposed to know what the shit is going on in his head. Dick stares blankly at him until he huffs, annoyed, “we gotta call the Replacement, he’s the only one left.”

“No, wait, don’t wake him up.”If Dick remembers it right, Tim should be fast asleep by now, safely tucked in his room. No need to drag him into this disaster in the making. “God knows it’s an uphill battle to get him to actually sleep.”

Jason snorts. “Too late. He’s on his way.”

“What?” Son of a– ,“he was already awake, wasn’t he? Damn it. I really thought Alfred put something on his coffee.”

“Sounds healthy.”

A knock on the door echoes loudly on the small room, startling Dick. He glares at Jason snickering at his side, and calls, “we’re in here!”

The door swings open silently for once, revealing Tim still on the frankly way too coffee-stained sweatpants he found earlier in the cave and a baggy NASA shirt. Specifically, a NASA shirt that belongs to Dick. A NASA shirt he distinctly remembers going missing years ago. And when he says years, he means before Tim had even stepped inside the Manor. Which means–

“Oh my god, you little shit,” Jason is saying accusingly to Tim, “that shirt is mine!”

Dick hadn’t been doing anything at the moment, but he screeches to a halt all the same. In spirit, if you will.

“No way,” Tim crosses his arms, “I’ve had this shirt since forever.”

“Fuck off, Replacement,” Jason points a threatening finger, “I remember tearing that hole trying to climb down the window.”

“How dare you,” Dick finally gets his voice back, whirls on Jason, “how dare you, you hypocrite lying liar who lies.”

Jason gapes. “What the fuck.”

“That shirt was mine and you know it,” he can’t believe this. No, no, actually, he can. Easily. “I distinctly remember asking you if you’ve seen it, and then you looked me in the eyes and said I don’t know, I ain’t your housekeeper. And then you flipped me off.”

To be fair, Dick mostly remembered that day because it had been one of the few times he had been visiting the Manor before Jason, you know. Passed away. So yeah, he remembered it.

Now, though, seeing his shirt going from thief to thief, Dick isn’t feeling too charitable, death or no death.

He realizes Jason had gone quiet, looking as if trying to recall the incident. “I don’t really remember,” his brother finally says, “but it does sound like something I would do.”

“Oh my god, I hate you.”

“I mean,” Jason raises one of his hands up in a placating gesture, the other still cradling his stupid rocket launcher, “it’s not like you’re my favorite person either, Dickhead. ‘Sides, I wasn’t the only asshole back then.”

Shame and guilt rise in tandem, swallowing his gut in acid. Jason’s right. Dick has no right to sit here and call him out on being a jerk, not when he’d been just as guilty. He had been so caught up–

“Can we please skip the guilt trips?” Tim asks tiredly, “it’s almost four in the morning and your argument is moot anyway. The shirt is mine.”

It’s a testament for how tired he is that Dick doesn’t immediately restrains Jason when he goes silent. And, to be perfectly honest, that shirt is not freaking his.

“Jason, put the rocket launcher down,” Tim continues, unfazed, or maybe reaching the apathetic stages of lack of sleep, “you know how Alfred feels about weapons upstairs.”

“Why does everyone think I don’t sleep!” Tim glares at the ceiling, shifting so he can stretch on the bed more comfortably and kick Dick on the side, “I do sleep! All the time!”

“I don’t know,” Jason shrugs, wincing. He hides it well, but now that Bruce is paying more attention, Jason is leaning rather stiffly against his rocket launcher, standing as still as possible without being too obvious about it. Bruce sighs, he should’ve suspected; Jason has always been one to hide injuries. “Never seen it. Methinks the lady doth bullshits too much.”

“Jason,” Bruce begins cautiously, he doesn’t want to spook him. “Why didn’t you say you were hurt?”

It’s the wrong choice of words, it comes out more accusing than he intended, and Bruce can see Jason shutting down, face going blank. “I’m not hurt. And it wouldn’t be any of your business if I were anyway.”

Dick is giving him a sad, disappointed look. Completely unnecessary, Bruce knows he screwed this up. It seems to be a pattern when it comes to Jason. “If you sprained your ankle, there’s a perfectly good bed for you to sit.”

“Oh yeah? Good thing I ain’t hurt then.”

Out of the corner of his eyes, Bruce sees Dick burying his head in his hands, ice pack forgotten beside him on the bed, already melting and soaking the covers.

“Jason,” Bruce tries again, taking a moment to find a better way to phrase it.

Before he can say anything else, Tim kicks the rocket launcher, forcing Jason to put his weight on both legs to regain his balance. He curses loudly, clutching the bedside table to stay upright, and glares at his brother. Dick still refuses to look up.

“Get on the damn bed, idiot,” Tim scoots over, making space, and pushes Dick further down to the foot of the bed, “you know Alfred will have our heads if he finds out you were standing on that ankle.”

Jason grumbles and huffs, but climbs on the bed, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re such an asshole, Replacement. This entire fucking family, I swear to god. All assholes. Except Cass. And Duke. Probably because it hasn’t been long enough for them yet. Fucking assholes.”

“Language,” Tim elbows him, “now all of you, shush. It’s my turn.”

Tim watches them argue with little interest. This shirt had been down in the Cave when he found it and thus, by the unspoken laws of the Manor, had been fair play.

It’s his now and Jason and Dick can both cry him a river.

Honestly, it’s just a shirt. A remarkably comfortable one, sure, but just a shirt. Besides, NASA shirts are all the rage now. Walmart probably sells them at a reasonable price.

Tuning back in the conversation, Tim catches the tail end of Jason’s retort and the beginning of Dick’s knee-jerk reaction to all things before. Crushing guilty and vitriolic regret. And it’s always worse in times like these, when Jason isn’t trying to kill anyone, when it almost feels like family.

Either way, Tim should stop them before it inevitably spirals into a real fight. Which would be so not good in such a tiny room and with Jason holding a rocket launcher. “Can we please skip the guilt trips?” He pauses, resigned. “It’s nearly four in the morning. And it doesn’t even matter anyway. This shirt,” he points down at his own chest, “is mine.”

Jason falls silent, and that’s not a good thing, but Jason is also thankfully very, very predictable, so Tim simply raises one eyebrow, “Jason, put that damn thing away,” he yawns, unimpressed by the rocket launcher aimed at his face, “you know how Alfred feels about weapons upstairs.”

He grumbles, muttering under his breath, but lowers the ridiculous thing back on his lap. Dick looks vaguely ill, scooting away from the rocket launcher. Tim supposes that’s fair, although he doubts it’s loaded. For a brief moment he entertains the idea of calling Jason’s bluff, but dismisses it in the end. Dick would probably have a stroke.

On that note, “how did you get a black eye?”

“Oh shit,” he raises a hand to gingerly touch the rapidly bruising skin, wincing, “is it that bad?”

“Yup.” Tim pauses, decides he doesn’t want to know, “now, are you two getting out today or…”

Dick and Jason scramble up, dusting themselves off. Cobwebs stick to their clothes, and something runs from where they had been sitting– Tim wrinkles his nose, figures it’s better not to mention it.

“How the two of you managed to break the doorknob is beyond me,” he comments as they pass him, “but somehow, I’m not surprised.”

“Whatever you say, Replacement,” Jason waves him off, stretching, “but damn, it’s good to be free.”

“You know what’s gonna be even better?” Dick asks, his question trailing off in a yawn, “sleeping in a real bed.”

“Shit, did you hear that?” Jason stops mid stretch, frowning, “shit, shit, someone’s coming.”

They all look at each other panicked. Tim doesn’t even know why he’s panicking, he’s done nothing wrong here besides letting himself be talked into helping these two morons out. Which he now sees was a terrible mistake, worse even, a rookie mistake. But maybe it’s being awake at 4am wandering an empty hallway that gives off this feeling, like he’s doing something he’s not supposed to do. It reminds him a little of the times he snuck out of his parent’s house after lights out to shadow Batman and Robin around.

Or maybe it’s the fact Jason is still carrying around the damn rocket launcher like a newborn baby. That definitely would count as a bad thing on Bruce’s point of view. And no matter what they might say, the man would certainly write Tim and Dick off as accessories to the crime. Well, they did learn of the crime after it was committed and they are kind of aiding the criminal in scaping.

Sighing, Tim lets himself be dragged back to the broom closet by a frantic Dick. He adds helping the criminal conceal the crime to the list. The door closes with a soft click just as the footsteps get closer. Whoever it is, probably Bruce by the heavy steps, turns the corner, and then walks past them. Somewhere still uncomfortably near, a door opens, then closes.

“He’s in the study,” Dick sobs, “and we’re stuck here again.”

“We’re never getting out of here,” Jason says, sitting down again, “one day Alfred will finally come clean here and find our decomposed bodies.”

“Gross,” Tim wrinkles his nose at the mental image, “come on. Let’s just pick the lock.”

“No!” They whisper-shout at the same time.

“What the fuck.”

“It’s booby-trapped,” says Jason.

“There’s silent alarms,” says Dick.

Oh right, all of his brothers are paranoid lunatics at heart, how could Tim have ever forgotten that. “This place looks like nobody used it since before either of us were born. Why, oh why, would B put it under surveillance?”

Silence. Jason hugs his rocket launcher closer, sharing a look with Dick. Great, and they’re a united front now. “Listen, fine. You don’t wanna pick the lock. Fine.” It’s always best not to contradict a crazy person, let alone two. “What do you suggest, then?”

“Living off spiders.”

“Call Damian.”

“One, gross. Two, I’d literally rather die.” He begins, “three, you all are useless to me.”

They need a plan, and they need it fast. Before one of those two finish spiraling into cabin fever. Looking around, Tim tries to think of it as any other mission. There’s a small window in the on the right wall, probably connecting to the adjacent room, which Tim thinks might be a bedroom. It was probably a leftover of some old renovation, it might’ve led outside once upon a time, but now it’s likely their only way out. It’s very small, Tim might go through it with little problem, Dick too, but Jason is too broad shouldered, he might get stuck. If only they could remove all the bars, it could give them just enough space.

Okay. They have an exit. All they need is way to get up there and the tools to deal with the bars. He turns to his brothers, “I think I can get us out. There’s a window behind that shelf.” He points at the glass visible between two boxes, “but I need some sort of ladder and a tool box.”

Apparently the prospect of a real plan is enough to shake them out of their stupor. Jason jumps to his feet, begins rummaging through the scattered boxes. Dick busies himself with pushing the shelf out of the way, clearing the path to the window. Satisfied, Tim begins digging inside the nearest box in search of anything useful.

By the time Dick manages to push the shelf out of the way, Jason has found a hammer and a phillips screwdriver. He did find a crowbar too, but that was quickly discarded and buried under a pile of old books. Deciding the boxes are sturdy enough, hopefully, to hold their weight, Tim piles them up in the best makeshift stairs he can make.

Is it wobbly? Yes. Are they going to fall and break their necks? Probably. But better be dead than ask Damian for help. The little demon would never let him live it down for the rest of their lives and probably in the afterlife too.

Once again tuning out his brothers, Tim begins the quickly climbing up the boxes. It’s more stable than he expected, so he starts unscrewing the metal bars–

“Of course it was stable!” Dick exclaims, throwing his hands up and then falling down on the bed, “we were holding it in place!”

“You weren’t even listening to us, you ungrateful–”

“I got us out, didn’t I?” Tim snaps, “god, everyone’s a critic. Can I go back to the story, please? I’d like to finish telling it before sunrise.”

“God, yes, please.”

Anyway.

The metal bars and the stained glass panels fall apart easily, as expected from such old, unused things. The space left looks wide enough to let them through, maybe. If they’re lucky. “Okay, I’m already up here, so let me go first.”

“Wait–”

Tim doesn’t wait. He hoists himself up, diving face first through the window. It gets him a mouthful of dust and sand, and then he’s free falling–

There’s a second of panic, in between falling and landing, where Tim recognizes waiting might’ve been a wiser course of action and that maybe he should have looked before jumping.

–right into a bed.

He had been right. It did lead to an old bedroom. The bed was covered in sheets, just like the rest of the furnitures, but it works to break the fall, even if a cloud of dust rises in the air when he lands, coating his lungs with filth.

Laughter bubbles up, a little hysterical, a little relieved.

“Are you okay?” Dick’s head appears through the hole, “are you hurt?”

“My wrist hurts a little, I think I sprained it when I tried to break the fall,” Tim shrugs, rolling off the bed, “but I’m fine, really.”

“Hold on, I’m coming through.”

Dick falls with a huff, his breath knocked out of him in the landing. He groans, “shit, that’s gonna bruise.”

“Cool, you’ll get a matching set,” Tim gestures his black eye, “but you might wanna make space, it sounds like Jason is on his way.”

And true enough, as soon as he had forced himself out of the bed and limped away towards Tim, a rocket launcher lands on the bed with a heavy thud, and then Jason appears. Although only half of him makes it through. He dangles, arms swinging uselessly, stuck in the window. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Seriously?”

“Oh my god,” Tim wheezes, “tell me someone has a camera.”

“I feel so much better already,” Dick giggles.

“Oh come on,” Jason snaps, flipping them off with both hands, “a little help here? Assholes.”

To be fair, it only takes a little wiggling and a little pulling to get him out of there and into the dusty bed. By now the air is more dust bunnies and promises of allergies.

“Tell me it’s over now,” Jason says, then changes his mind, “no, no, no. No one say anything, it might jinx it.”

“Please leave,” Tim tells him, “you have an apartment, I know you do. Please.”

“Are you kicking me out, Replacement? Really?”

“You just put me through the most traumatic hour of my life and I don’t even know why. So yes, please.”

“What he means,” Dick intervenes, “is that–”

“All of you have a lot of explaining to do.” In the now open doorway, Bruce stands, looking like your regular angry father if your regular angry father was the Batman.

“Oh crap,” Jason says, and Tim wholeheartedly agrees.

“And the rest is history,” Tim says, yawning, and then turning to Jason, “I can’t believe all of this was because of your stupid rocket launcher.”

“Excuse me,” Jason sounds affronted, “Roxy has emotional value.”

“Your unhealthy attachment to that thing gave me a sprained wrist so excuse me for being a little salty.”

“Can you guys not fight for ten seconds, please,” Dick, in turn, sounds tired.

“I don’t think I need to say in how much trouble all of you are, do I?” Bruce finally says, gathering the attention of the three. He glances at his watch, it’s nearing five in the morning, then back up at the bed. Jason is laying with his leg propped up in a pillow, looking harried and tired and less antagonistic than before, Tim is at his side, curled up around a pillow and his injured wrist carefully cradled on his chest, and the story seems to have drained the last of his energy, as his eyes close for longer and longer periods of time. Dick is sprawled at the foot of the bed, laying sideways and currently wrestling a pillow out Jason’s grip.

Bruce looks at the scene in front of him, three of his children together at peace, or the closest thing to it they’ll ever get, and something inside him softens. Seeing them like this, getting along, no trace of masks or capes, it feels almost like a normal family.

It feels warm and golden.

Unwilling to disturb the fragile peace, he gets up from the armchair, heading for the door.

“Where are you going?” Dick, the more awake of them, asks, “aren’t you gonna yell at us?”

“As I said, you all know you are in trouble,” Bruce answers calmly, “but there’s going to be time for that tomorrow, at a more reasonable hour.” He suppresses a smile, “I am going to retrieve some blankets. It looks like you’re not going back to your rooms tonight.”

Dick looks around him, finding Tim already asleep and Jason yawning. He smiles, “you might be right. Thanks, B.”

Bruce nods, but as he leaves the room, a thought suddenly occurs to him, “oh, and Dick?”

A sleepy noise comes from the bed.

“You were all wrong.” Another inquisitive muttering, a little more awake now. “That shirt? It used to be mine. It was a special edition, confectioned after the moon-landing. You stole it from me.”

Shaking his head, Bruce prepares to leave, but a voice stops him just before the door closes, “I know, but you know the rules. If it’s down the Cave, it’s fair play.”

Laughter echoes quietly in the hallways at the Manor, bouncing off the walls and filling all the empty spaces.

#batfamily #batfam #bfw2018 #bafam week 2018 #batfam fic #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #dick grayson #bruce wayne

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bubltae · 6 years ago

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oo how about 86 with jongtae?

song: boys meet u by shinee

taemin knew that everything was going a bit too perfectly but guess what he still loves jonghyun

AHH so when i found out i’d be writing for this cursed song, i actually enjoyed it the most hahahaha. sorry it’s a bit crappy but thanks for waiting!

Taemin can’t really help feeling uneasy, especially when everything in preparation up until this moment has gone perfectly and smoothly. It’s a beach, for God’s sake and Taemin just knows something is going to go wrong.

Jonghyun had insisted that they wear some form of matching outfits, much to Taemin’s dismay. Of course, making Jonghyun smile is all he really wants but he doesn’t want to look like a fucking sailor boy in the process.

“Let’s wear these striped shirts,” Jonghyun suggests. He presses one of the two shirts, a grey one resting on a hanger against Taemin’s chest. His eyes are filled with childlike wishfulness.

Taemin opens his mouth to protest but clamps it shut, unable to turn down this ridiculous request. He takes the shirt and watches Jonghyun’s face light up. “Fine. Only if we choose our own pants.” Jonghyun giddily agrees.

And now, even with that small bump (is that considered a bump?), Taemin still feels like something is wrong. As soon as they step onto the sand, Jonghyun half-jogs over towards the water, dodging the many bodies that crowd the space like cattle and sets up his blanket smack dab in the middle of the boiling sunlight. He sets up an umbrella as well, which does nothing to protect him from the death rays above.

Taemin follows, navigating through the crowd and cringing. He pulls a bottle of sunscreen out of his backpack and plops down on the blanket next to Jonghyun. He squeezes some into his hand and rubs it on Jonghyun’s face, him cringing at the gross and sticky feeling.

“Is this really necessary?”

“Yes, unless you want to look like a burnt tomato,” Taemin says like a knowing mother. He rubs some on his own face and then wipes his hands on his bare legs. “I forgot the snack bag. Be right back.” He stands up and dusts off his legs. The sand is sticking to his sunscreen covered skin. Just great. He turns towards the car and is suddenly filled with excitement at the thought of just food. Kibum had packed them a nice snack bag with “everything they may need” meal wise inside. Taemin’s just thankful neither him nor Jonghyun packed it. It would just be filled with melted chocolate. He opens the trunk and retrieves the snack filled cooler bag but when he returns, Taemin can already tell something is wrong.

Jonghyun is gone.

“Fucking…” Taemin mutters to himself. Jonghyun should even know himself that this beach is new to both of them and extremely crowded. Getting up without telling anyone is practically the stupidest shit ever to be done. Taemin pulls out his phone and calls Jonghyun.

It goes straight to voicemail.

Taemin starts to panic. Jonghyun’s phone was fully charged this morning. He stops. Jonghyun also had to pee this morning but they were already on the road. Taemin sighs. He probably went to look for a bathroom and dropped his phone in the toilet or something and then couldn’t find the blanket because there were too many people. Taemin groans. Now he has to go fucking find him. He sets off, hoping no one steals their snacks or their umbrella. Jonghyun would be upset.

Which, Taemin supposes he deserves for taking off with no notice. He shakes his head.

Jonghyun is fucking lost and he knows it. He really needed to pee though and who knows, Taemin has noodley arms. He could have broken them trying to carry the snack bag.

Or he could have been hit by a car.

Damn it, where the hell am I?

Jonghyun has walked around the bathroom about five times and then tried walking in the supposed direction of where Taemin should be. He ended up by the street. Jonghyun is really confused because honestly, who the hell goes to the bathroom and gets lost coming back? Was it that far? He doesn’t even know what to do with his phone. He dropped it in the sand and then because karma loves him, a wave washed over it. Jonghyun swears to himself. It hasn’t turned on since.

“Are you lost?”

Jonghyun turns his head and is met with a woman. She’s looking up at him with blinking, innocent eyes. He nods vigorously. “Yes. I’m trying to find my-”

“You could come sit with me.”

He isn’t getting it. “I really need to get back to my spot. I think-”

“Why? I could, I don’t know, buy you a drink?” She throws her thumb back and points to the beach juice bar a couple hundred feet away.

Jonghyun suddenly understands, knowing that playing car all too well. “I’m gay,” he blurts out, hoping this is will deter her from something that hasn’t really been spoken. Is she hitting on him? She’s standing close to Jonghyun and she reeks like too much lavender.

Her face turns red and then she turns away and runs off, muttering an apology that Jonghyun only shrugs to. He swears he can hear her say something like, “Why the hell did you make me do that? He isn’t even straight!” A tart laugh leaves his mouth. He coughs and resumes his search for Taemin.

After asking a grand total of six people on how the fuck he’s supposed to get back to the main beach, a friendly old lady manages to direct him towards some of the other beach occupants. Jonghyun takes off towards the blankets, towels and half naked old men when he skids to a stop.

And there’s Taemin, sitting cross legged with his back to the older on the sand, petting a big golden retriever. Jonghyun knows it’s him. He’s wearing the shirt he picked out earlier that morning. He runs over to him and Taemin only turns around when he sees a giant black shadow suddenly blocking out the sun.

“Jonghyun!” he exclaims, shooting out of his sitting position. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been worried sick.” He pulls him into a tight hug and then releases.

“Worried sick playing with a dog?” Jonghyun asks, eyebrows raises. He’s not even upset. He just feels like teasing Taemin.

“Well, I was looking but then this cute dog came up to me and I just had to pet him because he was so cute. Besides, I asked like, twenty people and no one responded to my description of a ‘tiny blonde dude who looks really fucking gay and he also has the voice of an angel.’”

Jonghyun rolls his eyes. “Can we just go back to the blanket? I’m hungry,” he whines. “I hope Kibum packed macaroni salad.”

“Why the fuck would you bring macaroni salad to the beach?”

“Why not?”

Jonghyun. He’s dense sometimes and has a poor sense of direction, but Taemin takes his hand into his own and drags him back to the blanket.

“By the way, my phone is jacked.”

“I had a feeling.”

#shinee #shinee scenarios #jongtae #jongtae fic #send me a number between 1 and 248 and i'll write a fic based off of my spotify playlist

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driftinghereandthere · 7 years ago

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BUKU RANT AHEAD

Okay so Chaitlin and I went to Buku this year with the hope of it being an incredible experience, but it was fucking wack. First of all, the people in NOLA are fucking r u d e. I have never experienced such dirty stares or loud shit talking in my entire life, and it didn’t get much better once inside the festival. I’m not a ~rave queen~ by any means, but what I do love about going to festivals is the overwhelming amount of loving energy that courses through the air. That was NOT the case for Buku. There was such an angry and aggressive energy permeating the entire place that Chaitlin and I couldn’t even find one little sanctuary of our own. No one smiles when they look at you, they aggressively try to cut in front of you, and they were all so focused on themselves! Out of all the people I met, only one was a decent human being and we didn’t say more than two words to each other. At one point, a man was butt ass naked getting a shot in his ass because he was practically DEAD and the people trying to walk around the scene were breaking out into a fight because they didn’t want to follow the security’s orders!

Now the first day wasn’t as bad as the second, in my opinion, but they had most of the top artists sets stacked right on top of each other (on opposite sides of the venue of course) so we were rushing to see bits and pieces of people we love. We missed Spag Heddy because the parking situation was wack (they said it was free, but it was $20 so we ended up driving around NOLA to find free street parking), and luckily we got to hear Ganja White Night + Boogie T but only because we were in this BULLSHIT water line that was right outside of that stage. Sidenote, we stood in that water line for the entirety of Ganja White Night’s set because the water was trickling out so slow and the girls next to us were trying to shove their way past us. At this point, I’ve popped like two points of molly so all I want to do is vibe peacefully. We made it to MGMT (which was fun but we only stayed for a couple songs because their music got a little weird) and then we hauled ass to go see SNAILS. That was the best time I had at Buku because SNAILS always comes through with the beat drops and the vibe, but we had to leave 30/40 minutes in because SZA was on at the other side of the festival and I was NOT going to miss that angel. So we get to SZA and I am having the time of my life. I’m rollie, she’s angelic, and I got to hear my favorite song. But BOOM, out of nowhere the stage is black and she is MIA 15 minutes before her time is up. What happened, you ask? She fucking fell off the stage and sprained her ankle. You can’t tell me that was a coincidence because she had the most loving energy radiating off of her and I swear to god Buku just fucked it up because after that happened things really started going downhill. One news article even joked that the stage she was on might be cursed and I wouldn’t doubt it. So SZA has to leave early and now we still have an hour until Migos. Well, like the trash they are, Migos ends up being 45 MINUTES LATE. I’ve seen them once before and the pulled the same shit, but their performance made up for it. Not this time though. They didn’t apologize for the delay, they mumbled their lyrics, and they only played 30 second previews of each song!!!!! I’m not making this up!!!!! People were fucking p i s s e d (well I know some were, but there were a lot of sorority/frat people who were like “oh my gooooooddd Migos was soooo gooooood”). Not to mention, they didn’t even play Bricks which was the whole reason we even sat through that trash set. So day one is coming to a close, but there was still Virtual Self and Flatbush Zombies. Well as we’re trying to get to that side of the venue, security has to close down the walkway for a good 35 minutes because a train was on its way through! I’m sure you can imagine everyone’s piss poor attitude during that hold-up. But we finally make it and long story short, Virtual Self was not our cup of tea, and Flatbush Zombies took 15 minutes longer to come on than expected so we just dipped because neither of us could be surrounded by those people and that energy any longer.

So now it’s day two. We’re thinking, “hey, maybe it’ll be less people because most of the really hot artists were day one.” Wrong. It was twice, if not three times as packed and people were even RUDER. We missed Noname because of more parking bullshit, and the next person we wanted to see didn’t come on for another four hours. The good part about day two is that we actually had time to look around at all of the little intricacies and we ended up buying cute rings and some food. Doing so though, we missed Illenium (who I wasn’t even trying to see, but watching footage afterward I wish we had seen them because they sounded good as hell). At around seven we end up finding our way to Emo Nite LA with the hopes of getting lit to some throwbacks, but it was just “eh.” I mean, they played some bops for sure, but they were literally just a group of 19/20 something year old fuck boys who take pride in not being dj’s and just pressing random buttons. Every song they played had annoying air horn and dolphin sounds playing over them. Not to mention, the people at that set were flailing their limbs around and just jumping up and down. Actually, it wasn’t just at that set, but the whole festival itself. Chaitlin and I are headbangers, but we can get wavy to some other stuff for sure, and then there are typically people who shuffle or do light shows. This place didn’t have any of that. It’s like all of the people there didn’t know how to dance, couldn’t find the beat, and they were doing this weird jump/lunge move while swinging their arms??? And no one could do a proper light show!!!!!!!!!!!! We had three different people with gloves offer to give us a show and they were all t r a s h. Anyway, the time finally comes for Borgore, the daddy of filth if you will, and we LOVE Borgore because he gets dirty with his beats and his adlibs are fire. So we get in there and it’s packed as all hell, but he starts off with some good shit. However, the people standing next to and in front of us were all doing that body flailing shit! And they didn’t know any of his songs! So Chaitlin and I are sweating balls, people are blindly running into us, and we’re barely even rolling because we were so uncomfortable. And to make matters worse, Borgore pulled some snake ass shit and started playing BULLSHIT tracks I’ve never heard him perform before. Out of nowhere he starts playing uppity, jumpy, house tracks and the crowd fucking ate it up. The look of horror that spread across our faces was priceless and we ended up sitting down during his set because we just couldn’t do it. (It should be noted that while I’m not a lover of house, I can fuck it up on occasion but we were so excited to hear his usual shit and desperately needed to headbang out all of the anxiety we’ve been feeling the past two days). We ended up getting pretty close to the exit because we were fucking over it, but luckily he switched back to his trap/dubstep ways. Interestingly enough, the majority of the crowd bailed when he switched back and people that were coming in were asking if this was Borgore. Not to sound snobby, but how do you not know who Borgore if you’re at Buku? It’s like everyone was there to just say they were there, you know? We have this theory that the artists were told to play certain things because that’s what the crowd wanted. Borgore didn’t even do adlibs! He was silent through his whole set! Which is so unlike him because he is usually interacting with the crowd and constantly asking to see some titties lmao. After a very disappointing Borgore performance, we made our way to Bassnecter. We decided to avoid the giant crowd and chill in the grass under some pretty light structures, but boy was that a huge mistake. At this point, we’re on five points and can barely feel anything because the music and the people have been trash. But we get settled, Bassnectar is killing it, and the roll starts hitting. Well, we notice these girls smiling at us so of course I’m like, “Oh my god, hi!” because that was the first time in two days that someone actually smiled in our direction and I’m feeling lovey dovey rollie. So we go and sit next to them and that was the worst mistake we could have made.

The main girl was the biggest narcissist I’ve ever met and wouldn’t stop talking about herself and probing us to ask her questions. She lured us in by complimenting us, but as we sat with her the compliments began to sound so ingenuine and she wasn’t listening to anything we had to say. Her friends were just as bad too, one of them was in there with a fake ID and the other one was so fucked up that she was talking over everyone and couldn’t stay steady in one place. However, we did find out through them that apparently, Lil Uzi didn’t even show up for his set! (Neither did Dex or Ski Mask the Slump God). For some reason though, we didn’t leave and just tried to keep it chill. I made the mistake of offering them a hit off my dab pen because next thing you know it’s getting passed around to who knows who and people are taking multiple fucking rips off of it. One girl needed a sip of water and next thing you know our water mug is empty. That continued to happen with the gum and lotion we brought as well (and later we put it together that they stole our pack of cigarettes). So by now, we’ve stopped rolling once again because this bitch is yapping about herself during Bassnectar’s set, my dab pen is empty, and we start getting antsy. We finally decided to just get the fuck out of there and go see Little Dragon. Now I’ve only really heard Little Dragon as a feature on other people’s songs, but I like her voice and from what I understood she had a wavy vibe. Nope. We couldn’t even sit through more than two songs because she didn’t say one word and she was playing trancy music! We bailed on that and made our way to Rezz, who went hard on the first song, but the rest was just more of that jumpy bullshit, and the crowd was horrendous. People were flailing and screaming all over the place and getting out was like something out of a nightmare. The people in the crowd looked so dead in the eyes and none of them moved out of the way, but instead stared us down as we were leaving. Rezz’s debut album is called Mass Manipulation and I swear to god it felt like that entire crowd was a group of angry, brainwashed zombies. Fitting, huh? At this point, the molly isn’t even working and we both start having lowkey anxiety attacks, but Isaiah Rashad is closing the festival and I’m a fan of his stuff so we head over there. Pfffffffff, first off, he’s a talker. He just talked, talked, talked, and took forever to actually play something. And when he did, it was terrible! His voice was overpowering the beat, and it was so heavy and rough. It sounded nothing like his recorded songs. We decided to just call it quits and head the fuck home because the anxiety was getting out of control.

So basically, my review is a 3/10. The concept was great but the execution was horrible. The crowd consisted of so many rich kids all wearing the same, overpriced “I Heart Raves” outfits or Hawaiian shirts, and everyone was so wrapped up in themselves. At one point, this guy next to us snapped at his girlfriend and was like, “the whole point of being here is to experience it, not take it” because all she was doing was getting her friends to take pics of her while artists were performing. The people were literally Energy Vampires. So many people came up to us asking if we had molly, and I’m convinced that the group of awful girls could sense our nurturing energy because they literally sucked us dry. I’ve never been to a festival where people at the back of the water line started arguing with the front because they think they deserve water first. I’ve never been to a festival where everyone is shoulder checking you, looking down on you, stealing shit from you, or bragging about their handmade, artisan, face jewels they bought for $30. It was a fake woke, commercial bullshit, evil energy environment that I don’t care to go back to. Thanks, but no thanks Buku.

#personal #buku #buku 2018 #nola #borgore #sza #migos #snails #buku music and arts festival #mgmt #bassnectar #i want everyone to know how trash this was

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thesoundofmadness · 7 years ago

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"Its not mine! Its my friends!"

As you walked down the hallway to get to your class, you heard Lloyd yell. You followed the sound of laughter until you heard a what sounded like paper ripping. You went to check it out. When you did you saw Lloyd on his knees, trying to get the paper that ripped. He got up and ran out of the school. "LLOYD WAIT!" You chased after him. You didn't even care if you were going to be late. Lloyd was your friend and you had to help him.

Unfortunaly, Lloyd was too fast for you. You quickly lost him inside all of the people in the crowd. You went and checked all the places you thought he'd be. His apartment, the flower garden in the park, Chens Noodle house, Steeper Wisdom, a treehouse in the forest that you and the rest of the team helped build, but he wasn't at any of those places. Finally you went to HQ. Thats the last place you figured he be. You didn't have a phone so you couldn't call him. Even if you did, he wouldn't awnser anyway. When you got there, his giant dragon mech was gone. Wow, if he took his mech he must be really far away. You weren't very close with Lloyd but you did know that he only uses his mech on missions or if he has to get somewhere quickly and its far away. You got into your mech (It can be in the shape of whatever you want it to be, it just has to be a mech) and used your tracker to find him. He had installed trackers in everyones mech just in case someone needed to be found. Hah! There he is! Well, I hope he's there at least. You started it up and followed the tracker.

You found him at the top of a mountain (The old monestry in S1), just sitting there. "L-Lloyd?" (I swear that wasn't suppose to be a refrence to anything. Thats just how his name sounds when you stutter his name) You stuttered. He jumped and turned around. "Y-Y/n? What are you doing here?" He looked like he had been crying. His eye were slightly puffy and red, some tear stains glistened in the sunlight, and he was sniffing quite a bit. "I-I came here to s-s-see if you w-were okay....." You say while taking a step towards him. He took a step back. Did he think you were gonna hurt him? "Lloyd what hapened? Why are you out here?" "I-its n-nothing! I just wanted to be alone..." Now you were feeling tears in the back of your eyes. "Were you out here to.." Lloyds eyes widened. He didn't say anything, but you saw tears forming in his eyes. You ran over to him and hugged him. His arms stayed at his sides. Tears were rolling down both your guys cheeks. "Lloyd listen. It may not seem like it but there are alot of people who care about you. (*looks at the fangirls*) Me included. Please dont forget that. I wish you could believe that but I know its hard. I'm not very good at pep talk but I can assure you if you were to die right now, You mom, Kay, Jay, Cole, Zane, Nya, All of us would cry. You're the one who keeps us together. Please never forget that. " You didn't want to mention his dad since he freaking hates his dad. His arms stayed at his sides but you could feel warm tears on your shoulder. "Y/n please, I don't deserve this...." "Yes you do. Don't tell me you don't. You did nothing wrong. Not your fault that this happened, its theirs" You could feel even more tears on your shoulder. He finally hugged you back and started to sob. You stayed there, patting him on the back and telling him that it was okay. You seriously couldn't stand everyone at your school. Neither could him. Honestly, none of the Ninja could. After about 10 or so minutes, Lloyd released from the hug. He pulled something out of his pocket. It was the paper that had ripped eariler. You took it from him and read over it. It was a poem of yours. "Y-you d-d-dropped it....I-i was gonna-" You put your hand up and stopped him. "It doesn't matter. It's just a poem. I can rewrite it later. Don't worry about it." "Y-your p-poems and h-handwriting are amazing....You acidently leave t-them at the HQ all the time....i have alot of them...." He says quietly, hoping you wouldn't hear. (( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) You blushed alittle. he was blushing as well. "'m sorry I'm sorry! I can give them back if you want!" "Uhhh actually, keep them. I always write at least 3 copies of my poems incase I lose one the orginal. It clearly makes you happy. Thats all I really care about. That everyone is happy when they read my poems." You smiled at him. He hugged you again. You hugged back. "Thank you." He released again and looked nervous. "Y/n look...theres something I wanna ask you..." "What is it?" "W-would you like to um.....uhhhh this harder than it looks uh..." You already knew what he was gonna say. Well, atleast you hoped that was what he was gonna say. You grabbed his hand and gave him a romantic, loving kiss on his lips. After about a minute, you heard an "awwww" coming from behind you.

It was right before Lloyd was gonna mess with your hair ( NO REGRETSSSSSSSSS)

You two released and looked over to see Kai, Jay, Cole, Zane and Nya standing there. You both were red faced. "U-uh. W-when did you guys get here?!" Lloyd NEARLY, just BARELY yells. "Just now." "How much did you see?" "Only you guys kissing" They were all doing the ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) face. "Hehe, I texted then telling them what I saw......" You say nervously. "So, whens the wedding?"

"bOI-"

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I might make a part 4 of the actual date that you go on with Lloyd. Idk tho

#the lego ninjago movie #oneshot #Lloyd x Reader #Thanks to my friend for the title

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black-strike-otp · 7 years ago

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part 16

“We need u to chill out with the drama and death, ma’am.”

Try ‘n stop me. I’ma start rolling d20′s to determine everyone’s fate in this story ‘n you can’t stop me.

~Days Later~

Neutroboost took front and center in the largest gathering room on the Rising Star days later. It was an announcement everyone was either dreading or eagerly anticipating, depending on your viewpoint.

The mech looked visibly troubled. The same, haunted look that manifested the moment he was informed that Guard had been sent to the medic’s bay for immediate surgery. It hadn’t lost his optics sense.

On the bright side, he continued working in Guard’s position (well, what should have still been his position, as he was supposed to be an acting commander all along). The guards protected the energon reserves and everything remained very much the same as it did prior to Guard’s injury.

Novastrike squeezed past the legs of some of the much taller bots so she could get a better look at Neutroboost. Sure she could technically hear the mech just fine from the back, but she wanted to see his reactions as he spoke.

“Guard’s expected to survive.”

An immediate sigh of relief casted over the crowd.

“Unfortunately, our fine medic has informed me that his wounds were strenuous and worse than originally thought. Guard’s going to require a lot of rest. There’s... little hope that his left leg. We expect he’ll be in a lot of discomfort, with the possibility of never having a functional appendage.

“You all must understand,” he continued, “Guard is an older mech. Older than anyone left on this ship. When he is ready to get back to work, he will let us know-”

“A very spark-warming speech, Neutroboost, but I’ve been lying low long enough.”

Everyone turned their helms around with a mixture of disbelief and joy. Novastrike’s audios strained to hear the Commander as she hopped up and down from her position to try spotting him. It was both ridiculous and comical, leaving a few to chuckle a little as they spotted her.

“Guard! I- I thought you would still be-”

“Yeah, the medics not too thrilled with me getting up and moving around yet either, but he knows I’m stubborn,” Guard pointed out, his blue optics twinkling. Bots respectfully inclined their helms and parted the way as he stepped by.

Quivering in place, Novastrike grinned and stepped back as she waited for Guard to pass. She kept her helm held high as he walked by; wanting a very good look at the mech.

Her smile faltered just a moment.

There was a massive patched up scarred section on the front of his chassis. Using spare materials, a large support structure had to be made for him to use as a cane to walk. He barely placed weight on his left leg, hopping more than walking to move around.

Neutroboost took a step back to allow the larger mech some space to speak. He, too, offered a slight blow as Guard turned to address the crowd.

“Now, I know all of you have been working extra hard since... Well, the incident. Neutro’s told me that the top of the ship has been properly sealed off. I’m sure you’re all very tired with energon running low, and I appreciate your hard work.”

Guard gave a small pause as a brief round of applause and whistled chorused through the crowd. He made a gesture with his servos, snickering a little as the crowd settled. “However, the fact remains that we lost some very good friends in the battle. Good family. And we were ill prepared. So, much as this concerns me to say, we’re going to need to look for energon. Desperately. More than ever. Because we’re going to need energy not for today, but for tomorrow. For the fights that may certainly come our way.”

Novastrike glanced around. She met the worried optics of bots. They were rogue specifically to stay out of this war. And although they all knew Guard would do everything he could do to keep them out of harm’s way, his openness to acknowledging the threats around them left everyone uneasy.

“I know everyone here has a good spark in them. I know all of you want what’s best for the crew, for Cybertron, for our species. But we can no longer slack of training. We can’t continue to think just because we’re in the big, wide open space that we’re unseen. It isn’t Cybertron, but there’s signals coming off of us of our origins. And for some, just because we don’t follow, that’s simply enough to offline us.”

“But I will do everything in my power to keep everyone here safe, as I have tried to do so far,” Guard stated softly, turning his optics down upon his wounded leg.

Servos came together in colossal set of applause. A chant began to spread through the crowd moments later. Novastrike turned to see thebots placing one servo against their chassis armor over their spark and pumping their other servo in the air. Needless to say, with a whimsical grin, she too joined in.

“For Guard! For the Rising Star! For Guard! For the Rising Star!”

The old mech offered a tired smile, a blurry look about his optics. He blinked rapidly and startled, glancing over to see Neutroboost place a servo against his arm and nod solemnly with a smile of his own.

It was quite possible he shed a tear or two before the meeting was adjourned.

~Months Later~

The Nemesis was under heavy fire. There had to be at least half a dozen starships in its fleet, and even more ships that didn’t qualify as technically ‘starships’ but those stolen and used as such during the Exodus.

Standing against it was the Ark, and a much smaller armada of Autobot vessels. Much like the Nemesis, it took was encountering heavy fire from its opposite faction.

Seekers and fliers were using their abilities to their advantage. With the Autobots lack in these fields, the Nemesis had a slight upper servo.

Upon the Ark, Blackout could make out Lord Megatron taking on Optimus Prime himself. Obviously anyone with half a processor was letting the leader of the Decepticons have his thrill for the kill. Any Autobots who attempted an intervention were either being slaughtered or punted off the ship, where they would soon find themselves surrounded by a hoard of Decepticons.

The havoc was delicious.

Blackout took a ‘grunt’ job. Since all the lazy, stupid Decepticons didn’t act nor think of it, he had his cannon open and was going after the Ark’s weapons. Most of the dumbafts were trying to go after the Autobot’s themselves instead of considering the giant mcfragging laser beams and particle-combustible cannons, and missile launchers.

Oh, not to mention the overshock sonic battery that sent out massive waves of discharge that made auto-calibrating systems malfunction like Blackout’s EMP generator.

Blackout used his EMP discharges and machine guns to try keeping away the Autobots that kept coming at him like mosquitoes. They hardly had enough Seekers to prove a real nuisance, any any trying to fire on board the ship were for the most part, easy to dodge so he could focus his attacks on the Ark’s weapon systems.

Explosions riddled the ship, but seemed to only be leaving surface damage. It was well-built, Blackout would give them that. Shards of metal and any bots outside the ship trying to attack went soaring off from his attacks, but it seemed he was doing minimal damage to the vessel itself.

:: Blackout to Nemesis, direct attacks on the Ark’s front and top where the laser emitters are. Be aware, Lord Megatron is fighting on the upper deck. Do not hit our Lord. ::

:: This is the Nemesis to Blackout, we read you. ::

The Nemesis’ charged up its large fusion cannon and fired. The enormity and strength of the blast washed over the front of the Ark in a blaze of fire. A wave of energy from the black went soaring like a sonic blast in all directions, hitting a flier Autobot. The bot went soaring in Blackout’s direction and he fired his cannon, leaving the poor sap a ruin of scrap metal floating in space.

The Decepticon Hound whipped around his machine guns and trailed bullets along a couple of Autobot fliers and seekers that darted around him wildly. He began flinging his alt-mode around swiftly, aiming to try taking another of them out.

A seeker streaked by Blackout as he turned. His cannon went off with a clap of thunder, striking the seeker and sending him spiraling.

But not before he managed to drop a small gift of a payload before he went flying.

Blackout put full power in his thrusters, but it was too late.

The flak grenades detonated. With the openness of space the damage could have certainly been much worse, but fire and shrapnel pelted into Blackout’s frame; digging into him and his undercarriage. One of his thrusters was knocked offline and the other sputtered, slightly.

He could feel a swift reaction of Scorponok’s pain through the bond.

Blackout jerked his cannon around. The thing spat sparks as it loaded up another shot and he fired after the seekers and fliers even as they flew well beyond an accurate shot.

A sudden sonic blast slammed into Blackout, sending him spiraling in circles. His systems glitched as he whipped around and around, trying to gain control of his steering.

The Nemesis had powered up the fusion cannon again and fired.

Scrap, he was too close to the Ark.

Although the direct attack was no where near him, the energy whipped around the ship and sent Blackout hurtling away from the Ark. With a lack of control, he simply started flying randomly and couldn’t stop.

Seekers suddenly came jettisoning past him, deploying missile after missile into his frame. Energon and metal exploded outward from his body and into space.

“ERROR: Systems Malfunctioning. WARNING: Reaching critical energon loss.”

Blackout tried to hail the Nemesis or frag, any of the stupid Decepticons floating their useless afts around.

The seekers rounded back around, firing off their neutron blasters and energon blasters as they passed.

Blackout was floating further and further out from the fight at this rate. His systems suddenly went into lockdown; going into stasis as his frame was blown into by hundreds of tiny blaster shots.

“It looks like there must have been a major battle here.”

“Indeed it does,” Guard stated wearily, looking at massive wreckage and rubble left behind by the warring Autobots and Decepticons.

Novastrike’s audios lowered slightly, seening all the offlined bodies simply left to float in space. She sent a silent prayer out to Primus. No matter how far they were from home, she knew he must be accepting the sparks of these fallen souls back into His grace.

Guard turned slowly at the team of bots standing around him, jutting out a digit to one of the many ships left stranded. “We’ll start with that one first, and see if there’s any survivors or energon that managed to get left behind.”

The group nodded their helms respectfully in response. “Yes sir!” they shouted in unison.

With her tail giving a small lash to and fro, Novastrike stepped closer to Guard. The mech looked absolutely exhausted. She wondered if he’d been drinking his ration of energon at all lately.

“Sir, is there anything I can do?”

The Commander adjusted his cane to the best of ability. He was clearly exhausted; he barely managed to shuffle slightly in her direction to look down at her better.

“You may wait at the hatch for them to return, Novastrike. I’m sure they’ll salvage some things from the ship, and we’ll need help organizing and categorizing anything that’s brought in.”

“Yes sir,” she responded respectfully, trying on her best supportive smile. Despite how tired he looked, he still offered the kindest smile in return.

Transforming into her cyber-cat alt-mode, Novastrike bolted down the hallway. Her claws scrapped the ground below her, helping to grip the ground and propel her forward faster. Bots staggered as she darted by, shouting obscenities at her speed that it wasn’t a race and that she needed to watch it.

A purring laughter escaped her. Just because they didn’t understand the thrill of a good run, stretching out all your limbs and feeling the pressure loosening in your joints, didn’t mean they had to be so snippy.

Nova came to a halt just outside the hatch bay. Magnetizing her pedes onto the floor, she waited for someone on the other side to open the door for her so she could come out.

“Hey there Novastrike,” the mech stated warmly.

She offered a polite nod.

“Ooh no, looks like Guard sent short stuff to help us out,” teased another.

“Short stuff’ll still kick your aft in the training room.”

“Ooohh she got you!”

“Shut up.”

Nova’s optics looked over those standing around with the hatch open. Neutroboost made the most prominent presence, standing near the middle of the room with a datapad in one servo and speaking to a mech standing beside him.

:: This is Team Alpha. We found energon, I repeat, we found energon! ::

Everybot broke out in cheers. Over the open comm channels on the ship, Guard’s voice echoed through the radios, “Excellent news. Any survivors on board?”

:: Negative, sir. Massive casualties. We’ll keep looking, though. ::

"Roger that. Report in with anything else you find,” Neutroboost murmured over the comms.

Venting a sigh of reassurance, the little femme walked close to the edge of the hatch. Space extended out in every direction endlessly. Planets, stars, the cosmos itself. She took a deep breath through her vents as though she was in awe.

A sheen of light captured her optics. For a moment, she thought it may be a comet, but it seemed too close.

Her optics readjusted.

It was an outline. The armor was so incredibly dark, it blended in with space itself.

Novastrike zoomed in the scope of her optics. There were gaping holes in the small ship, wires protruding here and there, and-

Her spark lurched. There had to be something wrong with her optics. That couldn’t be?

“Does anyone else see that dark, black ship about forty-eight degrees off, right there?” Novastrike asked, pointing a digit towards the manifestation.

A couple of the mechs stepped closer. Their optics whirled faintly as they readjusted.

“You know, I think you’re right.”

“That one looks pretty rough, I don’t think we’d find anything on board it Novastrike.”

Neutroboost strode over slowly. Nova gazed up at him, watching as his optics shifted slightly to look better into the void.

He gave a small noise. “Well I’ll be fragged,” he stated.

“Do you see it?” Nova asked helplessly.

“Of course I see it,” Neutro half snapped. He gave a morbid chuckle. “Looks like that mech finally got what was coming for him, huh?”

Instantly, the little white femme’s ears lit up. Her derma peeked out slightly from a deep frown on her faceplate and she snarled.

“How could you say such a thing- he could still be alive!”

Neutro turned a bored expression over to the femme. “How is that our problem? The big fragger probably met his fate anyway, look at how damaged he is.”

Neutroboost turned back and gestured to Blackout’s alt-mode. The other mechs turned to look at Novastrike, their optics showing alarm.

By the time the other turned his smug expression to where Novastrike had been, she was no longer there.

“Sir-”

Neutroboost turned to follow the gazes of the other mechs, spotting a rather defiant looking little femme harnessing up one of the few jet packs they had on board the ship.

His optics paled. “Are you mad?” he stammered. “Don’t you dare go out there.”

Clicking the harness into place, Novastrike gave a wave of her servo. The tether she secured around her floated lightly behind her as she demagnetized her pedes from the floor.

“Somebot, stop her!” Neutro demanded over the comm links. “Guard, we have a situation with your favorite little femme.”

Pressing curiously down on the accelerator for the boosters, Novastrike shot out from the Rising Star as she turned off her comm channel.

She gave a nervous squeak and let go of the accelerator. She continued floating straight out from the ship, her optics wide as she glanced around. It looked incredible out there. Looking out from the windows of the Rising Star didn’t do it justice. It was like being encompassed in shadows and moonlight faded and distant from every direction.

Glancing around, Novastrike adjusted the positioning and angle of her jet pack and gave a small pulse in the opposite direction. She flipped the direction around again and gave another small burst, slowing her approach as she directed herself over to the familiar ship.

Sure enough, the closer she got, the more it looked familiar. Or, should have looked familiar.

Shards of Blackout’s armor seemed to levitate around him in a debris field. The closer she got, the more she could see the speckles of energon that were simply floating around him as well.

Flipping her direction, Novastrike turned on the magnetism on her pedes and clanked into Blackout’s side.

Her spark fluttered anxiously. It was impossible to tell if he was alive, or dead. She reached down and slowly ran her digits over the mech’s armor.

Armor shifted from atop Blackout. Novastrike let out a small shriek, slapping her servos over her mouth. Oh Primus- was something- was something on him? Was it feeding on him, was it a Scraplet-

Scorponok undocked from Blackout’s frame and Novastrike let out a ragged groan of relief. It didn’t last long, as she noticed that Scorponok’s backside was lined with holes. His golden optics were rather lifeless and fatigued.

“Hello there buddy,” Nova all but cooed, carefully shifting her pedes on Blackout so she didn’t rip off anymore armor or get stuck as she reached a servo out to him. “You doing okay?”

The bug blinked his optics out of sync. He gave a chirp like he was confused by what he saw, and tilted his helm slightly.

“Hold on a moment, Scorponok. I got you,” Novastrike soothingly said, reaching out further. She ever so slowly placed her digits against the bug’s helm. He gave a small, weak whirl and nudged his helm a little more against her servo.

“Thank you,” she whispered, smiling slightly.

Demagnetizing, Novastrike angled her jet back and gave a light squeeze. She circled around Blackout and looked into the tether one way, knotting it. Then she floated slowly around the other direction, knotting the tether over a different section.

“There, I think that’ll do,” she murmured, glancing over the big ship.

She turned her comm channel on.

:: -in Primus name do you think you’re doing, you idiotic, ridiculous, stubborn, hard-helmed- ::

:: You can reel me in now Neutroboost, I got him. ::

:: Reel you in?! Reel you in?! You think I’m just going to- ::

A gentle tug came from the tether, and Novastrike magnetized herself against Blackout’s side, curling her digit against his armor as he got yanked forward slightly. Scorponok gave a startled metallic click and wrapped a section of his tail against Blackout to make sure he didn’t go floating off.

As they came closer to the Rising Star, Novastrike could see Guard standing by Neutroboost at the front of the hatch with his arms crossed as Neutro flung his arms wildly around, ranting and raving.

Uh-oh.

Giving a slick boost on the jet pack, Novastrike raised Blackout just enough so that he’d slide into the open bay without hitting the lower section of the hatch. Guard and Neutroboost stepped further back, and Guard, without turning his optics away from Blackout and Novastrike, gestured to another mech standing nearby.

The doors slowly closed for the hatch, and gravity was initialized once again.

Scorponok tumbled off of Blackout and onto the ground. He didn’t even so much as make a noise of pain as he simply lay sprawled where he fell.

Nova dropped down off Blackout and on the floor, her audios lowered.

“I can’t believe you!” Neutro growled. “Of all the stupid stunts, you bring this back? He’s probably not even online! You’ve wasted time and energy, and now we’ll need to throw him back out! And what if was online, hmm? You think we have the energon to spare for him?”

Guard raised a servo to Neutroboost. His optics grew brighter and he looked absolutely livid. He clearly wasn’t done chewing out the tiny femme but pouted furiously, waiting to see what Guard would have to say.

Much to Novastrike’s surprise, he made a wide arc with his servo, offering for her to speak.

“Guard, I’m sorry.”

“You are apologizing insincerely,” Guard rumbled deeply.

“I’m sorr-”

“Explain yourself, femme.”

Novastrike bit into her lip slightly. “I... I don’t really have a good explanation, sir. I know him. If he’s alive, I just... I wanted him to have a chance at living...”

“So, are we going to give all these poor, helpless individuals a ‘chance at living’ now?” Neutroboost snarled with annoyance.

Guard lifted a servo to him again for silence. Neutro grumbled, turning his helm away.

A little smile pulled at the corner of Guard’s faceplate. “I suppose we should call in the medic, then. You have a kind spark Novastrike, be sure that you’re placing it in the right servos.”

Novastrike started, and Neutroboost’s jaw dropped at the comment.

“Y-Yes sir,” she whispered, feeling a mixture of confusion at the comment and vulnerability.

The large mech gave a small nod. Ignoring Neutroboost’s sputtering as he tried to aim a disagreement towards him, Guard turned and headed for the exit to the bay with his fellow Commander right on his heels.

The others in the bay room exchanged glances, and turned to follow after the two Commanders.

“Well, he’s online. Barely,” the medic said softly, checking her scanners as she walked around the massive tattered obsidian ship.

“Do you think you can save him?” Novastrike asked anxiously, her digits twiddling in front of her chassis.

The femme glanced down at Novastrike slowly. “I can try my best. No promises.”

“And Scorponok?”

“He’ll most likely live,” the femme stated. “It looks like most of the shots glanced him. I would say your big friend here probably tried positioning himself so that he took the brunt of the attacks in order to save his minicon.”

Novastrike’s spark skipped a pulse. She looked between Satan and his small companion, whom the medic had managed to place upon a berth in her med-bay unlike giant’s large form.

A questionable grumble moved through Guard as he spoke: “How are you going to patch up the mech in this state.”

“I can’t,” the femme admitted. “I’m going to have to force his t-cog to transform. That alone might kill him.”

Novastrike could feel Guard transfixing a glance upon her. She tried to keep a steady, blank face.

“I’ll do what I can,” the femme repeated. “I’m going to seal up as much of his energon lines before I do that as I can, and with the fresh energon the team’s bringing in he’ll at least have a fighting chance with some of that in his system. I do assume, anyway, you’ll allow him some...?”

“Of course,” Guard agreed. “He’s our guest. And if Novastrike trusts him, then he is welcome here. We’ll do our best to help him recover, and protect him.”

Nova let out a soft, breathless gasp. Guard’s optic ridges raised high as he looked down at her, chuckling at her reverence gaze that lay upon him.

“Thank you, sir,” Novastrike gushed warmly, bowing her helm low.

Embarrassment flashed across Guard’s faceplate, and he quickly waved his servos in the air. “None of that, Novastrike. Although, if he does make it, I am putting you in charge of him. We can’t keep the mech against his will, but if he decides to stick around for any length of time, anything he does...”

“Is under my jurisdiction and punishment if he acts up. I understand, sir,” Novastrike murmured softly.

Guard gave a short nod. “Very good,” he stated. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to return to Neutroboost and try to calm him down and explain... all of this.”

The medic gave a thin laugh. “Ah, yes. Neutroboost is going to love this.”

Guard winced. “Indeed,” he agreed.

Novastrike flinched slightly as the Commander shuffled slowly around and ambled out of the room. She could see the worry written in the medic’s face, too, as she watched him too. That did nothing to ease any of her worries.

Suddenly, she turned her face upon Novastrike. She practically jumped out of her armor from the stern gaze.

“You brought him in, you’ll be helping fix him,” the femme stated matter-of-factly. “Now, get over here and put those little servos to use. You’ll start with stabilizing his little friend while I work on big-n-scary.”

A nervous smile stretched on Novastrike’s lips. “Y-Yes ma’am,” she squeaked, trailing after the medic.

#quid pro quo au #OTP AU #OTP Lit #Badass OTP

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Fantasy AU {1}

Witch Junior started the chat 45 seconds ago

Princess Colette (Witch Junior) joined the chat

Queen Alma (Princess Colette) joined the chat

Knight Doug entered for the first time

Witch Lavi entered for the first time

Kelpie Crown Clown entered for the first time

Tengu Kanda entered for the first time

Kelpie Crown Clown I'm a beautiful horse

Witch Junior that you are

Kelpie Crown Clown a very pretty horse

Knight Doug u m Knight Doug pretty horse, yes

Kelpie Crown Clown trots around the forest looking for pr-er, friendly faces

Thief Nea entered for the first time 8 seconds ago

Witch Junior riiiight Witch Junior "friendly faces"

Witch Lavi is munching on an apple

Knight Doug bitch if you come anywhere near the princess, ur dead Knight Doug @ nea Knight Doug stay away from the precious smol

Witch Junior: Okay so }

Kelpie Crown Clown pretends to eat the grass but ew, plants

Thief Nea uhmmm are you stereotyping me??? Thief Nea i dont steal princesses you ignorant fuck

Knight Doug bitch i might be Knight Doug u wannA GO?!

Thief Nea DAMN STRAIGHT, BRING IT ON TIN MAN

Knight Doug aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Knight Doug wait a minute- did you just

Tengu Kanda Children plz.

Knight Doug did you just call me tin man?

Thief Nea uh, yeah?

Knight Doug ur gOIN DOWN

Kelpie Crown Clown tin humans are easier to d-MAKE FRIENDS WITH

Witch Junior: BASICALLY -- There are two major kingdoms that have been at war for forever. Doug and Colette are part of one. Alma is recent queen of another, recently inherited from their parents' passing. After Queen Alma became ruler, she extended an offering of peace and now the kingdoms are meeting in the port trade city of Palance for a peace treaty thang, which is fairly neutral territory and home to those from all walks of life. Big old party n shit going on. Do whatever and be wherever 😎 }

Knight Doug: ;; NICE NICE Knight Doug listen, every single one of you can mcfuckin fight me

Thief Nea: || gotcha

Princess Colette don't fight, we're here to stop the fighting aren't we? :'(

Knight Doug ,,yes Knight Doug desole

Thief Nea for 8000 gold pieces a month, I will Stop

Tengu Kanda: ( Also don't fuck with Alma because Kanda is her vanguard. -fingerguns- )

Knight Doug you'll stop if the princess tells you to, you slut

Kelpie Crown Clown why fight when we can all get along. I'll give you a nice ride. We can go for a summer stroll in the forest.

Thief Nea not my princess

Knight Doug :I Knight Doug hey, colette Knight Doug can i like. stab this guy?

Princess Colette noooo no stabbing people :'( You'll make me cry

Knight Doug ,,,alright

Witch Junior look at this great big party. Lavi we should crash it

Knight Doug is most likely by colette's side, back straight and eyes locked ahead

Witch Lavi we should definitely crash it, Junior

Knight Doug try me, witch Knight Doug t r y m e

Witch Junior is that a challenge

Witch Lavi I think it was

Knight Doug maybe, maybe not

Princess Colette is watching all the people and the pretty decorations and festivities like oooooooo

Kelpie Crown Clown changed name to Horse Crown Clown

Knight Doug takes a small glance at colette and smiles softly

Thief Nea wow look at all these important people and all their important jewelry

Tengu Kanda Of course he is being anti-social while leaning on a wall, but keeping an eye out on the entire party near Alma but boy does he stand out.

Queen Alma softly nudges him Queen Alma: Don't be so grumpy, Yuu~ Its a party. A day for celebration!

Tengu Kanda A huff softly leaves his lips, while it was he was not so easily swayed from his guard. Tengu Kanda: "I am doing my job Princess Alma, this may be a peace party but I need to keep an eye out."

Princess Colette is kind of excitedly watching all the performers that are setting up inside the city

Witch Junior hums at Lavi

Knight Doug takes a deep breath and chuckles softly, keeping his pike on the ground, but not letting his guard down for a single moment

Witch Junior: You going to come with while I mingle in with the performers?

Witch Lavi looks over at his twin Witch Lavi: Think it'd be a good idea? Might draw a lot of attention

Queen Alma shrugs a little bit Queen Alma: True, I suppose. You did come as my vanguard. Still, you could try not to look so sour. Queen Alma she just laughs softly tho

Witch Junior: Hmm... true. One of us stands out well enough.

Knight Doug you both stick out like a sore thumb Knight Doug :I

Horse Crown Clown walks a bit closer to the town in the distance. It won't go inside and it tries to stay hidden but h-uh, the urge to seek a friend was making it desperate.

Witch Lavi: I'll mingle, you go with the performers

Tengu Kanda: "This is how I naturally appear, Queen."

Witch Junior: Sounds like a plan. Witch Junior gives Lavi a little shoulder pat and goes to slip in amongst the performers

Queen Alma: I suppose you're right

Thief Nea is honestly just lurking around

Queen Alma she's going to go take an interest in the food stands because it all smells so good. Much better than the food aboard the ship.

Thief Nea like a rude ass lurker

Tengu Kanda: "Besides, humans are not too keen on Tengu and I on humans for the most part, it is for the best I remain distant."

Witch Lavi: [Have fun~]

Knight Doug looks at colette again, closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again, voice muffled from the armor around his face Knight Doug: this is nice.

Witch Lavi smirks before slipping into the crowd of people

Horse Crown Clown changed name to Traveler Allen

Princess Colette nervous little head nod. THERE'S SO MANY PEOPLE and she is a smol

Thief Nea guys the food here is rlly good Thief Nea like holy fuck

Traveler Allen he's has a patch over his eye, he's got a costume and makeup on, and he's in the thick of the entertainers, balancing on a ball and juggling! Festivals, what a great way to get money!

Knight Doug kneels down and places a hand on colette's shoulder Knight Doug: ...whatever happens will be fine.

Queen Alma: Yes, but you are here with me as an envoy of the queen, aren't you?

Knight Doug: i'm right here.

Witch Junior is just gonna slip in through the gates among the performers being let through, looking all dressy-like like another performer

Tengu Kanda: "That I am, but that does not stop the hateful glares I keep receiving. Through I suppose it is warranted, Tengu and humans have never had a good relations."

Princess Colette nods timidly and eyes the performers Princess Colette: ...Can we go closer?

Knight Doug grins and nods Knight Doug: of course.

Traveler Allen he's balancing the balls on his head while he balances on a giant ball with great concentration.

Knight Doug stands up once more and glances around before taking colette's hand gingerly and beginning to walk slowly and carefully

Queen Alma: Well, anyone who has a problem with it can take it up with me.

Knight Doug: ...just hold on to me.

Princess Colette nods and holds onto his hand before following along kind of peeking around him

Tengu Kanda: "No need for that Queen Alma, I am used to it and find it amusing by now. I can deal with glares all that matters here is your safety."

Queen Alma hums quietly and resumes looking at and trying food stalls Queen Alma: As you wish.

Princess Colette is watching the performers balancing on balls and flipping and doing acrobatics with great interest

Knight Doug: it's quite beautiful, isn't it? Knight Doug hums softly,,

Witch Junior hums and kind of looking over all the performers with a searching eye

Princess Colette little head nod Princess Colette: ...mhm...

Traveler Allen carefully but gracefully does a handstand on the ball with stuff still balanced on his head.

Thief Nea why is this Ball Guy so flashy

Tengu Kanda A nod is given in response while glancing at a few other people here, but he does not look to one place for long anything could happen here.

Traveler Allen I Want Money

Knight Doug: perhaps we'll have parties like these more often.

Thief Nea then just Take Money

Knight Doug: now that there's finally peace.

Traveler Allen I am an honest man

Witch Junior that is quite the flashy performer

Knight Doug hands some money to allen before nodding to him

Traveler Allen collects the money in his Money Hat and gives the knight a bright smile.

Witch Lavi: [See anything interesting over there?]

Witch Junior: [Yeah. I do.] Witch Junior: [Gonna have myself a little bit of fun~]

Witch Lavi: [I see something pretty interesting too.]

Princess Colette gives the performer a sheepish little smile

Knight Doug nods to allen once more, holding tightly to his pike with his free hand Knight Doug glances at colette and grins

Witch Junior hears a drop in the festival music going into another song and lightly taps the flashy performer on the shoulder

Witch Lavi hums quietly while eyeing some guards through the crowd.

Traveler Allen he's up on his feet again and thinking of what to do next when someone taps him on the shoulder. He spins on his toe towards the tap, blinking rapidly.

Witch Junior smiles and offers his hand with a small bow Witch Junior: Care for a dance? Witch Junior: I dance well.

Knight Doug Watches TM Knight Doug s q u in t s

Witch Lavi ooh, this food smells great

Knight Doug gives colette's hand a gentle squeeze before continuing to walk

Princess Colette shyly ducks behind her knight

Witch Junior: also, because Junior's a slut for dancing to it, the song is gonna be this one B ) } Witch Junior: http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xxkgpm }

Knight Doug: ;; N i c E Knight Doug: ...would you like me to take my armor off for a bit so that we can dance?

Traveler Allen well, it was a festival, he might as well have fun! He'd gotten a lot of money, anyway. He hops off the ball and dumps his things into a hidden pocket. The ball was supplied to him, so he kicks it back gently to the side.

Knight Doug looks at colette and quirks a brow

Traveler Allen: "Sure!" *He takes Junior's hand.*

Princess Colette kind of looks at him in surprise Princess Colette: Can we?

Knight Doug nods and takes off his helmet Knight Doug: ...of course we can.

Witch Junior hums and takes Allen's hand, starting to lead the steps to the music, starting off with some slow basic back-forth steps

Queen Alma oh, it looks like there's dancers! Queen Alma can't go anywhere without her vanguard tho so just grabs Kanda's arm and tugs him along

Princess Colette happy Colette noises

Traveler Allen humors Junior by stepping with him, bouncing between steps.

Tengu Kanda glances over at the two now dancing, perhaps more will follow suit and start dancing too -- When he's pulled there's a bit of a surprised expression, but he follows without resistance.

Witch Lavi slips between food stalls casually, startling a few guards before he grinned and uncovered his magic eye. It doesn't take long to hypnotize them, quietly giving them their orders as he covers up his eye again. The guards nod and Lavi leaves them be, blending into the crowd again.

Knight Doug laughs quietly before quickly guiding her back so he can remove his armor and picks her up to rush back to the dance, setting her down Knight Doug: may i have this dance, mademoiselle?

Witch Junior just kinda warms up into the slower parts of the tune until it gets into more of the fast beats and picks up his pace : )

Princess Colette giggles a little bit and takes his hand Princess Colette: Mhm!

Queen Alma stops at the edge of the crowd to watch the dancers happily

Traveler Allen is happily picking up the pace, he's hip-shimmying in excitement occasionally, come on, let's spin around! He's trying to stay at a pace Junior's comfortable with, although.

Queen Alma: Isn't it wonderful, Yuu?

Knight Doug spins her around before picking her up and holding her close to him as he bounces around to the beat

Witch Lavi watches as the guards as they leave while they chat as though nothing was wrong, their visors down as they head off to orbit near their queen, Alma. Lavi hums quietly, he supposes that'll be good enough for now. They were technically guarding their queen along with that tengu.

Witch Junior Kek. Its fine. I'm a high energy dancer : ) Picks up his pace again to the music and jingle-jangles all his little bangles and gold rings to add to the music

Tengu Kanda: "It is interesting at least, I have never seen so many people enjoying themselves before."

Witch Junior Everyone lookit me dance!

Witch Lavi: [Do you see the Tengu, Junior?]

Knight Doug "accidentally" bumps into junior Knight Doug: ah! excuse me!

Witch Junior does a little twirl and-- Witch Junior stumbles a bit but recovers and offers a small bow Witch Junior: No trouble, my lord!

Knight Doug glances him over before dipping his head

Witch Junior: [...yeah. I do.] Witch Junior: [Hard to miss.]

Knight Doug goes back to twirling around with colette :I

Traveler Allen gives a short bow to that handsome tipper and soon he's back into the music, gosh, he should buy some more bells with how pleasant his partner's bangles sounded with the music!

Witch Lavi taps his fingers while humming along with the music. (Get closer, boys.) The guards move to be a little closer to their queen, after all, even if her vanguard is there, it's a big crowd.

Knight Doug whispers to colette Knight Doug: perhaps it's time for us to go. Knight Doug: after this dance...

Princess Colette and now you get the big child whine

Witch Lavi: [He's the Queen's vanguard from what I gleaned off the guards. Interestin' choice.]

Princess Colette: But why?

Witch Junior goes back to dancing and twirling Witch Junior: [Interesting choice indeed.]

Queen Alma hums curiously Queen Alma: Have you ever learned to dance, Yuu?

Guard (Queen Alma) joined the chat

Tengu Kanda he seems to be watching the guards moving closer, did they not have a different patrol route? That was strange to see them come close, so he walks much closer to Alma. Tengu Kanda: "No, I have not."

Queen Alma: Its a little bit more... dramatic than what I'm used to doing, but perhaps I could show you a little bit?

Knight Doug: ...there was something in that man's eye. Knight Doug: the one i just bumped into. Knight Doug: i don't like it.

Witch Junior wow, rude. My eye is gorgeous : (

Knight Doug mhm Knight Doug sure

Traveler Allen spins Junior around, was he a bit distracted? The idea of the end of this dance sort of saddened him, but he enjoyed it while he could.

Witch Lavi: @Guard [You don't want the peace. Do your duty for your kingdom.]

Tengu Kanda: "Perhaps, but not right now my queen not until I am sure of something."

Witch Lavi peeling an orange now.

Knight Doug starts twirling away from the dancers Knight Doug something's about to go down

Witch Junior dances a bit closer to the edge of the crowd and jingle-jangling the bangles. He playfully reaches out and swipes a hand out to tug a strand of Tengu hair out and let it drop playfully, giving a little one-eyed wink

Knight Doug i'm certain of it Knight Doug hHHHH Knight Doug TWIRLS A LITTLE FASTER

Queen Alma gives a little laugh

Knight Doug: we need to go.

Traveler Allen Well uh that was mighty brave of ya, touching the bird man.

Queen Alma: I think that one isn't so against Tengu at least

Witch Lavi: @Junior [Pfft, nice one.]

Princess Colette whiNES MORE Princess Colette: But I wanna watch the dancers!

Knight Doug hhhhh Knight Doug s tops and pants for a moment

Witch Junior: [Thank you, I try~]

Knight Doug: ...alright.

Tengu Kanda The action causes his eyes to narrow upon the action at was taken aginst him, he would have already swipped the man's head off with his sword but this was not the place. So he does not even bother to look at the man, merely reach out and take Alma's arm and lead her off to a different area.

Witch Junior pouts and just goes back to dancing thEN fine be a stranger

Knight Doug: can we at least let me get my armor, princess?

Princess Colette hums and pouts Princess Colette: I suppose...

Queen Alma indignant squawk Queen Alma: Yuu! Where are we going?

Knight Doug hums nervously and starts walking back

Traveler Allen gonna just, end up doing some cartwheels and flips he's still so pumped up.

Knight Doug: i don't trust them. Knight Doug: i'm very sorry.

Princess Colette kind of smol nervous look Princess Colette: Are they bad?

Tengu Kanda: "Away from the guards who have left their designated posts my Queen, I do not like what is going on here and your safety is the utmost importance. I do not trust it, even if it seems silly." His voice is quiet while whispering to her.

Knight Doug: i'm not so sure yet. Knight Doug: just... the look in his eye.

Queen Alma huffs a little bit and pulls her arm free, crossing her arms over her chest Queen Alma: Maybe they are chasing thieves or some other thing? Queen Alma: There are many people here. Surely there are thieves too. It does not mean I am in any danger.

Knight Doug sets her down to put his armor back on and just... soft hhhhhh

Tengu Kanda: "Unless they consider me a thief I doubt it, I have been the only one near you thus far."

Knight Doug: please stay close to me, princess.

Princess Colette nods a little bit Princess Colette: Okay...

Witch Lavi hums to himself, he guessed that those two wouldn't be much use. He mentally ordered them to go about their 'routes'.

Witch Lavi: @Junior [The Tengu's skittish as hell. Ugh.]

Queen Alma: Are you truly so worried? Queen Alma you're making her nervous now Kanda

Knight Doug takes colette's hand once more and guides her back to the dancers, holding to his pike closely

Witch Junior goes back to dancing with Allen and grabs his wrist to twirl him around

Tengu Kanda: "Just stay close to me, that is all I ask I will protect you no matter the cost my queen."

Knight Doug Watches That One Redhead

Witch Lavi closes his eye and mentally reaches out to another while eating his orange and tapping his foot to the beat.

Witch Junior: [Not making this easy, huh?]

Traveler Allen twirls around easily, and then jumps up to twirl the taller stranger back!

Witch Junior twirls and dips Allen when he comes back so their faces are close together and his little eye cloth thingy hangs out but its fine his hair is in the way. Hi how ya doin, like my magic eye?

Witch Lavi: @Junior [Not one bit. I might have to get a few more guards or maybe even one these 'lovely' people to do the job.]

Princess Colette slightly happier to be watching the dancers again

Queen Alma nods a little bit

Knight Doug has to go back into serious mode and just. squints at junior Knight Doug Something Tells Me To Arrest You

Queen Alma: You did come along even though you didn't have to to ensure my safety... I trust your judgement. Shall we head back to the festivities or elsewhere?

Witch Lavi: @Guard [When you do strike, make sure that you get her on the first hit.]

Traveler Allen oh, an odd-eye?! Don't worry, he'll keep quiet about it. He's wearing an eyepatch himself! He sticks out his leg and arm during the dip for flair.

Knight Doug hhHHH Knight Doug HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Knight Doug glances at colette Knight Doug looks back at the dancers

Witch Junior Not shy? Good. I've got a little job for you, street performer.

Tengu Kanda: "Yes, that seems much better in the grand scheme of things my queen, I don't trust this area now the air feels off." A part of it reminds him of the fude that took place at his home it was sickening.

Guard faint nod at Lavi's command.

Traveler Allen is trying to figure out if he can lift Junior into the air. Probably, but would he stay balanced?

Knight Doug fidgets nervously hhh

Queen Alma: Where shall we head, then? Queen Alma going to follow Kanda

Witch Junior don't strain yourself

Princess Colette is just kinda happily bouncing to the music at Doug's side, holding onto his hand and smiling

Tengu Kanda: "..." That was a good question where should they head to, well it should not matter if they merely stayed near. "How about that stand over there?"

Queen Alma nods and smiles at him Queen Alma: It seems as good a place as any so long as you are at my side.

Traveler Allen If he failed he could always try to uh, cushion Junior's landing with his own body, would he be up for it?

Witch Junior I mean, you're pretty small, dude. Like I said, don't strain yourself.

Knight Doug glances at her, and yes, he's glad she's happy, but... Knight Doug watches junior again

Witch Junior just going to keep dancing and twirling, making playful flirty motions at a few people in the crowd. Kinda plucks a more enthusiastic girl out and into the dance for a few steps before continuing to be playful with the rest of the crowd's edge

Tengu Kanda there is a small hidden smile only she could see, before leading her over to the stand in question.

Knight Doug growls softly,,

Princess Colette a little bit hoppy Princess Colette: Can we dance again too?

Knight Doug looks at her Knight Doug: ...yes. Knight Doug it'LL BE HARD TO DANCE IN ARMOR BUT Knight Doug for the princess

Traveler Allen is gonna do it. If his partner jumps into his arms he'll-wait, aw, he was dancing away, but he meets more dancers and dances his way through after him.

Princess Colette yay!

Knight Doug sets his pike aside and takes her into his arms again Knight Doug taKES A DEEP BREATH

Witch Junior smiles and twirls on over to the armored knight and taps his shoulder pauldron, offering a hand to dance Witch Junior: May I have this dance, my lord?

Knight Doug starts twirling around with her even if he does almost lose his balance a few t- Knight Doug: ... Knight Doug slowly glances back Knight Doug hhh Knight Doug: colette, go wait where it's safe. Knight Doug: i'll be there as soon as i can.

Princess Colette gives him a confused blink and kinda backs away a few steps at a time, nodding shyly

Queen Alma is just humming to the tune happily and watching the festivities from a safe distance

Knight Doug swallows hard and takes off a few pieces of armor before humming Knight Doug: yes, you may. Knight Doug smiles softly

Witch Junior bows his head down and takes his hand Witch Junior: I am honored~

Knight Doug blinks a few times before chuckling Knight Doug: aren't you polite? Knight Doug i still don't trust you

Witch Junior: I do try, my lord Witch Junior pulls him into a dance

Tengu Kanda There's another glance at the area before reaching out with his hand to lift something from one of the stalls they walked by, offering what looked to be a rose colored like a rainbow to Alma.

Queen Alma blinks in surprise before smiling softly and taking it and admiring it. Its so pretty~

Knight Doug soft noises of surprise but follows after him into the dance

Queen Alma: You spoil me so, Yuu...

Tengu Kanda: "Not so much." Through he does smile at her again out of other's sight.

Traveler Allen there was the stranger! holding out his arms to him, telling him to come towards him with his eyes, and so he darted forward, his hands moving to his pockets to grab his ribbons, it would be a grand pickup, and suddenly his darting forward passed by his partner and his hand was grasping a knife and it was buried within a girl's neck. He was being lifted!

Princess Colette loudly squeaks in surprise!! And-- Princess Colette down she go

Witch Junior dances for a bit before the gasping and screaming "draws" his attention and he gasps in feigned horror Witch Junior: Oh no-- Witch Junior: Lordship!

Knight Doug tu RNS QUICKLY AND Knight Doug pULLS AWAY FROM JUNIOR

Witch Lavi keeps himself from smiling and dons a confused face as he looks towards the screaming crowd where his brother is.

Knight Doug: colette!

Queen Alma perks up a little bit. Oh, did something exciting happen? It sounds like there's ooing and awking maybe?

Witch Junior my work here is done. Kek. Witch Junior quietly slips into the panicking crowd

Princess Colette is coughing blood and whimpering

Tengu Kanda: Snaps his gaze over to the screams and gasping before he reacts swiftly. "Those are not sounds of excitment my queen, they are fear and panic." Quickly he turns and picks her up from the ground, this place was dangerous.

Knight Doug k NEELS DOWN BESIDE OF HER, HANDS HOVERING OVER HER Knight Doug: c-colette.... Knight Doug: colette, please...

Princess Colette: ...S-sir Douglas... Princess Colette she's bleeding a lot

Knight Doug: i'm here... Knight Doug: i'm here, shh... i'm here...

Queen Alma yelps in surprise

Knight Doug swallows hard and just.... feels tears gathering in his eyes

Queen Alma: Yuu?! What's happened?

Knight Doug: it's... it's going to be alright.

Princess Colette: ...m-m-m... scared...

Knight Doug: shhhh...

Traveler Allen the cheers were so loud, what an amazing lift, he twirled around with the bloodied hands, the blood spatters looking like streamers to him.

Knight Doug rips a piece of his shirt and presses it to the wound

Guard mobilizes along with the other guards as the panic starts to guard their queen

Tengu Kanda: "I do not know but we can see, I hope you don't mind heights." With a small smile his wings unfold and he darts up into the air where they could see what just transpired.

Knight Doug doesn't dare move her and just Knight Doug stays strong for now lma o

Witch Junior hums and watches all the chaos and screaming and rage unfold in the streets and also-- ope, there goes the Tengu up into the sky

Princess Colette whimpering and holding onto his wrist with a terrified, glassy look

Knight Doug pets her hair and swallows hard Knight Doug: shhh... Knight Doug: it's... it's okay. Knight Doug kNOWS THERE'S NOTHING HE CAN FUCKING DO NOW

Queen Alma kIND OF SCREAMS??? OH PHOENIX ABOVE THEY'RE VERY HIGH UP.

Knight Doug: je t'aime.... je t'aime.....

Traveler Allen these cheers were turning into panic, and he was somehow on the ground instead of in the air. Why was his hands wet? He wiped it on his pants onto to see... blood?

Tengu Kanda there's a small bemused smile but his hold on the queen is tight, he would not drop her no matter the cost before his eyes land on the horrible sight. "... Princess Colette is bleeding with her knight standing above her, it looks fatal."

Witch Lavi glares where the Queen was taken before slipping through the crowd. Time to get back up.

Princess Colette softly whimpers and chokes a few times before falling very, very still

Queen Alma a gasp catches in her throat and she just looks utterly horrified

Knight Doug stares for a long moment

Queen Alma: Why? Why would anyone do that? Queen Alma are those tears? Those are tears

Knight Doug fe els a tightness in his chest and picks her up

Queen Alma: @Lavi [How are things on your end?]

Witch Lavi finds some archers, it's so easy to get them under his command and he motions towards their target before leaving them to be somewhere else. He needed a good spot.

Knight Doug: EVERY GUARD IS TO SEARCH FOR THE REDHEAD! Knight Doug: AND WHEN YOU FIND HIM, KILL HIM! Knight Doug so b s and looks down at he r

Witch Lavi: @Junior [Annoying. He flew up into the sky with her]

Witch Junior: @Lavi [Noticed.]

Witch Lavi: @Junior [I got back up on it.]

Witch Junior oooh so. That's a thing. Thought he was less obvious than that but oh well.

Knight Doug f eels something... snap Knight Doug hands her off to another guard and grabs his pike

Witch Junior: @Lavi [Good. We have to make this quick. They're onto me a little faster than I'd hoped.]

Knight Doug has blood all over him now but

Tengu Kanda: "Someone clearly does not want this peace treaty to go through, you are not safe here." Glancing at all the people running along the ground he thinks about leaving, but instead he merely flys up higher to move in the direction of the gathered crowd.

Witch Lavi: @Junior [Paranoid guards. Always the most troublesome.]

Knight Doug: i'll do it my damn self.

Witch Junior: @Lavi [Indeed.]

Traveler Allen he feels a heavy weight on his chest. Oh dear, oh dear, something odd happened around him again. He stayed with the crowd, putting up his hood.

Witch Lavi: @Junior [Maybe I should just do this myself.]

Queen Alma is getting a little bit a i r si ck oh gods they are very high up Queen Alma: Y-Yuu I must confess... I think... I am a little less used to heights as you are--

Tengu Kanda: "Forgive me." With a swift motion he lands on the ground next to the terrible little crime, setting Alma on the ground while looking to Doug. "What happened?"

Knight Doug doesn't speak, just keeps walki n g

Queen Alma give her a moment to just.... catch her breath oh lords

Witch Lavi: @guard [Now!]

Witch Junior is just gonna quickly head along through some alleyways and crowds with a little bit of hurried spring to his step. Good thing there's people running EVERYWHERE.

Guard charges out of the panicked crowd and draws a sword, swinging it towards Alma Guard: FOR THE PRINCESS!!

Traveler Allen is gonna leave this town before more people freggin die. Little does he know.

Knight Doug quickly turns Knight Doug: DON'T YOU DARE!! Knight Doug: THAT'S NOT YOUR TARGET!!

Guard sorry he ain't listening

Tengu Kanda the sound causes him to turn and rush an arm in front of the queen, but he can't get his wings up in time.

Knight Doug th ough t s o Knight Doug: STAND DOWN!

Guard swings his sword at Kanda then if he's going to get in the way

Witch Lavi throws his knife in the air, controlling the knife as it cuts through the air and sinks into the back of Alma's neck.

Queen Alma she jumps startled at the guard charging at her and Kanda getting in their way Queen Alma: Yu--!!! Queen Alma and she just cuts off and chokes. Down she go now

Tengu Kanda The sword swing hits as he was not going to move out of the way of Alma, because he was distracted with the guard the flying knife wasn't even noticed. But he does hear her voice and glances back to-- NO.

Witch Lavi hums as he slinks away into one of the alleyways quickly. Witch Lavi: [Got her, Junior.]

Witch Junior: [I knew you could do it~]

Knight Doug you know those tears in his eyes earlier? they're gone

Witch Lavi: [Had to use a knife I nabbed earlier but it did it's job.]

Queen Alma feebly kind of pushes herself up and then slumps back down choking horribly Queen Alma: Y-Y--

Knight Doug is just... staring

Witch Junior: [Good. Now its time for us to get out of here. Just pissed off two kingdoms in one day. I'd say that's an accomplishment, right?] Witch Junior kek

Traveler Allen more QUICKLY leaving town goodbye Traveler Allen those screams did not bode well

Tengu Kanda: There seems to be a demonic growl eliminating from his chest, it's enough to echo in the small area as his eyes turn just as red as the blood now staining he floor. "You..." With a swift movement of his hand he stabs it clean through the guard in front of him.

Guard screams and goes down bloody

Knight Doug j u s t s t a r es

Witch Lavi: [It's a record. I'm almost out. You?]

Knight Doug all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put me back together again

Tengu Kanda With the guard down he swiftly turns to Alma, he can't do anything but he tries to hold her in a comforting postion the best he could both wings now covering them.

Knight Doug is tempted to stab kanda because that was one of his men but

Witch Lavi goes through the town gates after a while.

Queen Alma is only faintly breathing and choking

Witch Junior: [Just passing through a gate now. Easy peasy~]

Knight Doug slumps, pale eyes burning with hatred and anger

Traveler Allen decides to take a shortcut through an alleyway and with his head down and eyes on the ground and terrible sense of direction he may or may not slam into somebody

Tengu Kanda: "... Alma, I cannot save you I am sorry I failed." Lowing his head in shame he couldn't bring himself to even look her in the eye.

Witch Lavi: [Same. Pretty sure I pissed the Tengu off but, oh well~]

Knight Doug turns and starts walking again

Witch Lavi glances around looking for his brother while he moves away from the town.

Witch Junior: [Think we pissed off more than that, just not necessarily knowingly at us~] Witch Junior he's just skirting around the outer wall towards the other gate to find his brother

Knight Doug oNE WAY Knight Doug OR ANOTHER Knight Doug I'M GONNA FIND YA

Witch Lavi: [True~]

Witch Junior: NO } Witch Junior: XD }

Knight Doug: ;; LA UGH S

Witch Lavi: || OH MY GOD

Tengu Kanda: ( LOL )

Knight Doug: ;; N O R E G R E TS

Queen Alma: Y-y--

Tengu Kanda: ( I LOVE YOU DEAK )

Queen Alma chokes a few times and falls still, her eyes glassing over

Knight Doug: ;; 💗

Traveler Allen nearly gets knocked over from someone and goes with the crowd again. A crowd's fleeing the town, he easily blends into the entertainers rushing out.

Witch Lavi spots Junior!

Witch Junior spots Lavi! Witch Junior skippidy skip

Knight Doug hah u fuckers Knight Doug uR DEAD Knight Doug die, die, we all die

Tengu Kanda: "..." Shakes his head slightly before standing up and taking Alma with him, a part of him wondered if he should have just stayed in the mountain to avoid this.

Witch Junior you and what fucking magic

Witch Lavi pats Junior's back.

Knight Doug my fucking pike

Witch Junior makes a rolling wrist motion towards the woods and grins Witch Junior: After you~

Horse Crown Clown (Traveler Allen) joined the chat

Witch Lavi: Why thank you~

Knight Doug nOT SO FAST U FUCKERS Knight Doug NO

Horse Crown Clown hey you people need a ride

Witch Lavi practically skips towards the woods

Witch Junior practically nothing. LITERALLY skips towards the woods.

Witch Lavi smirking while they go.

Witch Junior is so proud of us

Witch Lavi very proud of us

Knight Doug r eaches the outskirts of town and glances around

Witch Junior oh hey its a horse-- Witch Junior well

Knight Doug g r o w l s

Witch Junior kind of a horse

Horse Crown Clown looks at them witches and struts towards them heyyy

Witch Lavi is already in the woods and looks at the....kind of horse.

Knight Doug: ...........

Horse Crown Clown you need a ride boys. Can a horse wink? Yeah, it winked.

Knight Doug glances back at the town

Witch Junior: ...that thing just winked at me

DS Timcanpi (Tengu Kanda) joined the chat

Knight Doug starts back into town

Witch Junior kinda skipped around it and is skipping backwards and watching the kelpie

Witch Lavi: That's....new. But c'mon! Let's head home. The old man probably misses us.

Horse Crown Clown no I didn't grazes peacefully even though grass tastes like shit

Witch Junior: Mhm~ Boy d'we have a story fer him!

Witch Lavi: Heh

Horse Crown Clown *Allen's hiding in the forest somewhere, washing the strange blood off his hands.*

Witch Junior just skipping along alongside Lavi Witch Junior: Hey, y'think Gramps knows anything about winking horses?

Knight Doug comes out the other gate Knight Doug >:I

DS Timcanpi don't mind the small dragon piratically tackling into Juniors shoulder.

Witch Junior better skip fast Sir Knight

Knight Doug ur dead

Witch Lavi we're far from your sight Witch Lavi: Uh, Junior

Knight Doug still dead

Horse Crown Clown hey sir knight need a fantastic horse

Witch Junior small yelp!! and jumps to the side HI there little dragon thing where did you come from--

Witch Lavi: Small dragon

Horse Crown Clown tosses head proudly.

Knight Doug n o Knight Doug walks past Knight Doug the,,, horse thing

DS Timcanpi squeaks at them both and just climbs on Junior's shoulder, things were pretty noisy.

Knight Doug not today, satan

Horse Crown Clown follows doug. I'm a horse I swear. Feed me your... carrots.

Witch Lavi: It's kinda cute

Witch Junior scratch scratches the little dragon head

Knight Doug lOOKS BACK AT THE HORSE AND SWINGS HIS PIKE AT IT

Witch Junior: Kinda like Tatsui only... less... flamey

Knight Doug: back!

Witch Lavi searches pockets, he knows he nabbed some-- Aha! Pulls out a bag of jerky.

Witch Junior wow rude don't swing weapons at random horses didn't your mother ever teach you manners

Knight Doug turns and keeps walking

DS Timcanpi flops over and paws at Juniors hand, tickling him with the feathers he has rather than scales.

Knight Doug leave me alone

Witch Lavi: Want some food, lil guy? Witch Lavi holds out a piece of jerky.

Knight Doug are u fuckers standing still?

Horse Crown Clown REARS UP LIKE WHOAH

Witch Junior I guess so?

Knight Doug good

DS Timcanpi glaces at the jerky being offered, reaches out with his tail to bring it closer and nibble on it.

Witch Lavi nah, we're gone

Horse Crown Clown huffs and follows Doug at a greater distance.

Witch Junior its so adorable~

Knight Doug quickens his pace a little bit

Witch Junior: Where'd you come from little guy?

Witch Lavi it's very adorable

DS Timcanpi squeaks at Junior through the mouse like nibbling, his tail pointing to the woods they were walking through.

Witch Junior scratch scratches and follows the tail point

Horse Crown Clown you can't outrun a horse angry boy

Witch Lavi: Guess he was lost?

Witch Junior tilts his head Witch Junior: I think its... pointing?

Knight Doug s tops and just stares for a moment

Witch Lavi shrugs at Junior before offering the little one another jerky.

Knight Doug: ...she's dead. Knight Doug glances back at the horse Knight Doug: she's dead and it's my fault.

DS Timcanpi jumps up on the should, bounding around slightly before latching onto the jerky like it was being hugged.

Witch Junior: ...I hope its not trying to lead us somewhere cuz I'd be a little suspicious right after... Witch Junior trails off

Knight Doug ,,holds the pike against his chest, turning his attention ahead once more

Witch Junior: you know

Witch Lavi scratches the dragon's head a little. Witch Lavi: You're always suspicious

Witch Junior gives Lavi a look

Horse Crown Clown snorts in sympathy.

DS Timcanpi Gives Lavi's hand a little face kiss.

Witch Lavi gives Junior a smile

Knight Doug: .....she's dead.....

Witch Lavi is quite charmed by the little dragon. Wut.

Witch Junior: ......

Knight Doug la ug hs qu i e t l y Knight Doug: dead. dead, dead, dead, dead, she's dead........

Witch Lavi it's adorable, okay? Can't help it.

Witch Junior sees that charmed look and you are definitely gonna get shit for it Lavi Witch Junior: you gonna marry it now?

Knight Doug iS NOT COPING WITH THIS WE LL

Witch Junior kek

DS Timcanpi stares at junior with little dragon eyes.

Horse Crown Clown sniffs at Doug. He smelled so much like blood that it can't leave him alone even if it wanted to.

Witch Lavi: You mean like how you married Tatsui? Nah

Knight Doug narrows his eyes and keeps walking, snickering quietly

Witch Junior: ...You'll never understand our love Witch Junior fake sniffles

Witch Lavi offers more jerky to the cute dragon. Witch Lavi: Woe is you

Knight Doug bREAKS INTO A RUN

DS Timcanpi rejoices at there being more jerky! Squeaks in delight!

Witch Junior: Anyway, shall we be off? Before all the kings horses and men come running. Witch Junior: You can take your new honey with you Witch Junior snickers

Witch Lavi fond eye roll at Junior Witch Lavi: Yeah, yeah, let's head out.

Horse Crown Clown trots on after this knight kiddo at a leisurely pace.

Knight Doug: YOU'RE ALL DEAD! Knight Doug: I'M GOING TO KILL YOU ALL!

Witch Junior skips--

Witch Lavi holds the small dragon now, wow it's got some soft feathers.

Witch Junior head tilt

Witch Lavi: Hm?

Witch Junior: Did'ja hear that or am I goin' crazy?

DS Timcanpi paws at Lavi's hand sofly, even going so far as to nuzzle into his hold and curl into a feather ball.

Witch Lavi: No, I heard it.

Knight Doug THROWS HIS PIKE AT THE M Knight Doug: DEAD! DO YOU HEAR ME?! DEAD!

Witch Junior: Time to skippity doo daw way awa-AAAAAAHH

Witch Lavi pets the small dragon--

Witch Junior he leaps aside SHIT that was CLOSE

Witch Lavi eye narrows angrily

Knight Doug pa nts and stops, grinning Knight Doug: you killed her. Knight Doug: you killed dearest colette.

DS Timcanpi uncurls to glance over where the pike flew from, but he stays in Lavi's hold.

Horse Crown Clown hey, a battle in the forest, fresh meat!!! Shifts from hoof to hoof excitedly nearby.

Witch Junior: ...oh. Witch Junior: Him.

Knight Doug: YOU KILLED HER, YOU BASTARD!

Witch Junior: D'you want the honors or should I? Witch Junior talking like he's not even there tbh

Knight Doug s obs and clenches his jaw

Witch Lavi: I got it Witch Lavi telekinetically throws the knight's pike back at him at an alarming speed.

DS Timcanpi climbs up onto Lavi's shoulder.

Witch Lavi pats the small dragon

Knight Doug gets hi t?? Knight Doug g a sps and g rips his shoulder Knight Doug lowers himself to the groun d

Witch Lavi: If you want to stab him with a branch, be my guest. It was funny the last time you did it.

Witch Junior: ...branches are fun Witch Junior: everyone underestimates them Witch Junior snickers

Witch Lavi: Same with roots

DS Timcanpi nuzzles into Lavi's hand from the pat, he knows to stay out of a witches hands in times of battle.

Knight Doug looks at lavi and junior

Witch Lavi mentally twists the pike in the wound

Witch Junior just kinda finds a branch and pins it under his boot while he pulls until it snaps into a nice, fine point and saunters forward. He's gonna have a little fun

Knight Doug h is s e s and doubles over, panting

Witch Junior: Oh Sir Knight~ Won't you please dance with me again?

Knight Doug narrows his eyes

Witch Junior he's just idly twirling his branch around like a baton all casual like

Witch Lavi chuckles at the display, tilting his head a bit

Knight Doug: ...i'd... love a dance. Knight Doug looks up at junior, eyes soft

Witch Junior: Mm... good. I wouldn't want it ta be too one-sided now...

DS Timcanpi swishes his tails while watching the display.

Witch Junior squints a little bit tho Witch Junior looking a little too nonchalant about dying for my tastes there buddy. Needs more dramatic

Knight Doug dips his head Knight Doug places a hand on the pike's shaft

Witch Lavi: [Illusions? Maybe to rile him up?] Witch Lavi: [He's way too docile. Less fun.]

Knight Doug yANKS THE PIKE FROM HIS SHOULDER, SCR EAMING

Horse Crown Clown trots back and forth in the background

Witch Junior: [Hm. Maybe.] Witch Junior: Oh... that livened things up a bit

Witch Lavi: A little bit.

Knight Doug and there's blood spilling everywhere now, ew

DS Timcanpi cants head to the side a bit at the sight.

Witch Lavi: [Maybe he'd like to see his little princess again]

Witch Junior smiles a bit

Knight Doug forces himself to his feet

Witch Junior: Hm... and t'think... you scream more than a little girl...

Knight Doug: l...let's da...nce. Knight Doug ch uc kle s Knight Doug: aren't yo...u.... funny?

DS Timcanpi something a bit off about that one, but he's not going to move from his spot it's nice and warm for now.

Witch Junior grins a bit and hums, stepping off to the side. Is that a dead little princess revealed right behind where he was standing, bleeding everywhere? Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Who can say where she came from~

Witch Junior: As a matter of fact I am...

Knight Doug stares Knight Doug looks at junior, vision darkening

Witch Junior: No. Scratch that. I'm hilarious~

Witch Lavi pets the little dragon, watching the show.

Knight Doug: wha...t kind of... sick joke is this....?

Witch Junior feigns surprise Witch Junior: You said you wanted funny?

DS Timcanpi cue another face kiss to the hand, curls up into a dragon ball head poking out like a snakes as his tails hang off the back of Lavi's shoulder.

Knight Doug stumbles towards him, weakly swinging the pike at junior

Horse Crown Clown neighs impatiently in the background before catching itself and dropping its head to try to hide behind a bush.

Knight Doug pa nts, dropping the pike and gripping his shoulder

Witch Junior dances out of the way nimbly before casually inspecting his nails and humming, still holding his branch and twirling it Witch Junior: Tough crowd... and here I thought that one would be a real show-stopper. My apologies.

Witch Lavi hums fondly at the little dragon, keeping an eye on things still.

Witch Junior casually walks over and stabs the branch through the illusion, "killing" collete again Witch Junior: I guess that joke's dead...

Knight Doug: libera... me... de ignem....

Witch Lavi snorts.

Knight Doug h is s e s Knight Doug is shaking and just. stares Knight Doug: please stop.

Witch Junior: Stop what? Witch Junior feigns innocence

DS Timcanpi swishes his tails a bit at the display, tilting his head a tiny bit to the side.

Witch Junior: This? Witch Junior stabs the illusion again Witch Junior this time it screams

Knight Doug: what you're... Knight Doug fl inches Knight Doug: stop...

Witch Junior lifts his pointy branch up and points it at Doug Witch Junior: Make me.

Witch Lavi eats some jerky, sharing it with the little dragon too.

Witch Junior: [Doug voice] "I'll get you and your little dragon too" kek }

Knight Doug: ;; p mU CH

DS Timcanpi: ( Lmao )

Witch Lavi: || LOL

DS Timcanpi nibbles on the jerky that was offered to him, coils up with it happily.

Knight Doug pi cks up the pike again and tries to drive it through junior's shoulder, breathing heavily as his vision continues to darken

Witch Lavi mentally diverts the pike from his brother, no no, sir knight.

Witch Junior twirls and dances away, jingle jangling all the way

Knight Doug f alls forward and pa nt s

Witch Junior awws Witch Junior: Done already? How sad.

Knight Doug tr ies to push himself up, growling

Witch Lavi: I did make him lose a lot of blood. He's gonna run out of it eventually.

Witch Junior: ...true...

Witch Lavi: I could always just Witch Lavi snaps his fingers as a way to say 'set him on fire'

Witch Junior getting tired of sitting on the sidelines?

Knight Doug is shaking so much tho before he just. falls to the ground Knight Doug is out

Witch Junior: ...oh... now he's suddenly looking very hot Witch Junior .... and down he go

DS Timcanpi huffs out a small fire ember just to slightly cook the jerky in his claw-paws.

Witch Junior goodbye sir knight

Witch Bookman joined the chat Witch Bookman: haven't you had enough fun for today?

Witch Lavi: Gramps!

Witch Bookman :I Witch Bookman: that's enough.

Witch Lavi turns to look at the old man with a grin

Witch Junior: When have we ever had enough fun?

Witch Bookman :I Witch Bookman looks at the knight on the ground Witch Bookman takes a deep breath

Witch Lavi: Heh, alright. I'll head back~

Witch Bookman: which one of you killed him? Witch Bookman: no. Witch Bookman: stay.

Witch Junior: ....uh Witch Junior: not me.

Witch Lavi: Hm Witch Lavi: He died of blood loss Witch Lavi: So neither of us.

DS Timcanpi Oh look it's the old man Cross knows about! Time to flutter to him.

Witch Bookman: ...hm

Horse Crown Clown walks on over to Doug

Witch Bookman: fine.

Knight Doug iSN'T DEAD, YOU FOOLS

Witch Junior is gonna just creep after Lavi's heels

Witch Bookman: we can't just leave him here. Witch Bookman: junior.

Witch Lavi: You sure I can't fry him?

Witch Junior freezes and gives Bookman a pout Witch Junior: Yea?

Witch Bookman: get the... whatever he is. Witch Bookman: we'll bury him at home.

Witch Junior: ...I guess

Witch Lavi: Ew. Can't we just give him to the Kelpie

DS Timcanpi lands on the knights back and paws a little at him.

Horse Crown Clown come onnnn pleeeassse Horse Crown Clown just give him to meeeee

Witch Bookman: no. we're not giving him to the kelpie.

Horse Crown Clown puppy horse eyes

Witch Bookman: and if he's alive....

Witch Junior: puppy horse eyes }

Witch Bookman looks at him Witch Bookman: ...we'll figure something out.

Witch Lavi: Whatever, gramps. I'm goin' home.

Witch Junior: If he's alive, he'll want us dead...

Witch Lavi leaves.

Witch Bookman: not if we erase his memory somehow. Witch Bookman si g h s

DS Timcanpi squeaks a few times he can tell this man is alive, just passed out cold PAWS MORE INTENSELY.

Witch Junior: ...again, I guess Witch Junior unhappy witch bro noises Witch Junior: ...can I go now? Witch Junior hopeful look

Witch Bookman: carry him. Witch Bookman: i can't. Witch Bookman turns and starts walking

Horse Crown Clown lowers head in unhappiness, it's so hungry... Horse Crown Clown I'll carry him

Knight Doug d e d but not really

Witch Junior and if you listen not at all closely you'll hear a really loud U G H

Witch Bookman hums,,

Witch Junior pushes the probably dead anyway knight over and unlatches some of his armor cuz he ain't carrying all that weight no sir

DS Timcanpi flys off the knight and lands in Junior's hair to get out of the way.

Knight Doug groans softly, flinching and twitching

Witch Junior also he's going to use a little fire to cauterize those wounds b/c he doesn't want to be bled all over RIP if ur still at all conscious

DS Timcanpi: ( You could say Doug is smokin hot )

Knight Doug rIP Knight Doug: ;; lAUGHS

Witch Junior: feelin' Hot Hot Hot }

DS Timcanpi: ( He's burning up )

Witch Junior aaand up he go because APPARENTLY they can't just let the idiot die noooo they gotta save him or bury him or some shit instead of just give it to the KELPIE

DS Timcanpi Oh setting the knight on fire he can help! You knwo for such a small dragon that's quite the plume of burst fire he just breathed at Doug.

Witch Bookman: ...the knight's name. Witch Bookman: it's douglas.

Witch Junior ....kinda glances back at the Kelpie... if ur real quick to eat him up maybe you could have a meat snack after all...

Witch Bookman hums,,,,,

Witch Junior: And y'know that becaaauussse?

Witch Bookman: don't ask questions.

Witch Junior: ....but that's all I ever do

Witch Bookman glances back at him with a sharp glare

Witch Junior kinda inching over to the Kelpie like HEY THERE buddy you want a snack?

DS Timcanpi squeaks in Bookman's direction.

Witch Bookman: i just know.

Knight Doug bitch, don't you dare feed me to that kelpie

Horse Crown Clown oh hell ye just put him on it's back!!!

Witch Junior : >

Horse Crown Clown kneels on the ground and everything, come on

Witch Junior Bookman's not watching right?

Witch Bookman: junior. Witch Bookman i'M WATCHING

Witch Junior: ...... Witch Junior: yeah...?

Witch Bookman I SEE EVERYTHING YOU'RE DOING

DS Timcanpi swishes his tails as if snickering.

Witch Junior innocent look Witch Junior: Did'ja need something?

Witch Bookman narrows his eyes Witch Bookman: ...in front. now.

Witch Junior sweats Witch Junior: ...fine. Fine...

Horse Crown Clown innocent horse blinks

Witch Junior real quick not-so-stealthy whisper at the Kelpie Witch Junior: Come by my place later

Witch Bookman: as soon as we're home, i'll wipe his memory of everything he's ever known.

Witch Junior aaaand he's following Bookman like a Good Little Witch yep

Witch Bookman: besides his name.

Witch Junior: If that's what ya want ta do~

Horse Crown Clown snorts, you got it.

Witch Bookman: ...and he'll be our servant

Witch Junior: .......... Witch Junior: so.... Witch Junior: I'll have someone that does anything I want 'em to?

Witch Bookman nods slowly

DS Timcanpi he's just going to brush out Junior's hair with those claw-paws carefully, trough he does drop a tail in the witches face in the process.

Witch Junior oh the possibilities Witch Junior blows that tail out of his face Witch Junior follows along behind Bookman towards home

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