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thatbigbisexual29 · 1 year ago

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Revenge Is A Dish Best Served.... Spider (ATSV)

GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY IT IS FINISHED!!! MY MAGNUM OPUS!!!! So... hi everyone! I'm so sorry this fic took so long! I got caught up with life stuff and my writer's inspo kept leaving me when I needed it most ;-; But it's now done! So now I post it! Also its super fricken long sorry about that lols. ANyways, enjoy and eat up my lovlies! ^<^

There he was. Perfect timing. Perfect position. Perfect opportunity. Three spidermen stood and watched their older counterpart closely with crossed arms.

“He’s asleep.”

“He’s wide open.”

“He’ll kill us if we go through with this.”

The three teens, Miles, Pavitr, and Gwen, all took pause and thought for a moment. The one they were looking at was none other than Hobie Brown, asleep and outstretched on Miles’ parents sofa. It was an amusing sight. The teen was waaaaay too big for the couch. Hobie laid on his stomach with his arms outstretched over one arm of the couch, and his legs dangling over the other arm. And he had a small flock of spider-teens observing him with crossed arms.

The three had recently come across the fact that they had all been targeted and sentenced to tickling by the punk. They came to this realization as they were watching a movie and a tickle scene came on. They all shuddered at their recent memories from their own experiences (as well as the scene being especially rude) and they started talking. That leads us to now.

“Do we really need to get him back? I mean, I liked it when he tickled me, it was fun!” Pavitr admitted, earning a look from the other two spiders.

“That’s only because he didn’t punish you. We,” Gwen gestured to herself and Miles, “got punished. We want to get him back.”

“Yeah, just because you had a good time doesn’t mean we did. Revenge is in order,” Miles agreed. Pav smiled a bit and shook his head.

“You Americans and your ticklish bloodlust. You shouldn’t have pranked him in the first place!” he giggled as he earned more scowls from his friends. Then he stretched his arms and cracked his fingers. “But if you two are too scared to start, I know where he’s ticklish!”

Pavitr walked up confidently, constantly surprising Miles and Gwen with his boldness. Moving Hobie’s hair from his neckline, he found his nape and started gently scribbling. The reaction was immediate. Hobie hummed a laugh, then started mumbling out chuckles, shifting on the couch as Pav continued. His arms sleepily reached behind him and his hands waved around as if he was trying to catch Pav’s, but he had no such luck.

“Mmmhmhmhmhmhm… Kahaharl quihihihit…” the punk muttered through his soft giggles. Miles and Gwen looked on in awe but soon dawned evil smiles on their faces. Pavitr was about to speak until they all held their breaths. Hobie groaned in his sleep and turned over entirely, now lying on his back. He scratched at his stomach and smacked his lips, returning to his peaceful slumber. The three teens gave each other looks of confirmation.

“I’m getting his stomach.” Miles called.

“His legs are all mine.” Gwen purred.

“Well, someone has to hold his arms...” Pavitr sighed.

They all jumped onto the taller Spider-Man. Miles sat on his thighs, Gwen sat on his knees facing him, and Pavitr quickly thwipped Hobie’s wrists together and held down the web with his foot, keeping his hands free. Hobie instantly woke up with a snort, looking around all dazed and confused.

“H-Huh? Whas happnin’? ‘S goin’ on?” he asked. He pulled at his wrists and started to panic as he realized the situation he was in. He pulled more as he saw Miles sitting above him with crossed arms and a smirk.

“Mornin’ Hobs. Had a nice nap?” Brooklyn’s Spider-Man asked. Hobie looked straight up and saw Pav who waved. He looked around Miles to see Gwen who nodded her head towards him. Hobie simply sighed and deflated where he laid, ragdolling his head on the arm of the couch.

“Whas dis den? You lot tryna get me back, is that it?” he said.

“Yep,” Gwen said.

“Nailed it right on the head,” Miles agreed.

“I mean, not really but this seems like fun,” Pavitr chided. Hobie took one more assessment of his situation before shrugging.

“Fine,” he sighed. “If it keeps you busy.”

The three spider kids were slightly taken aback by his willingness, but they shook it off nonetheless.

“Pav, you wanna start first?” Miles asked. Pavitr tapped his chin as if he was thinking about it.

“Hmm… let me think…” As he started to ponder, he took his free hand and softly scribbled his fingers up and down Hobie’s bicep, getting so close to his armpit but stopping just a hair short to continue upwards.

Hobie jumped at the contact and bit his lip, fighting back snickers while saying, “Oho fuck ohoff Pav.”

“I mean, I really should go first, shouldn’t I?” India’s Spider-Man spoke as he touched his other hand down on Hobie’s bicep, now scribbling up and down both his arms while speaking. “I am the one he got first. Even though I liked it, you can’t just tickle someone and not expect to be tickled back, right? Oh but if I do, he might get me back worse! What to do, what to do! Maybe I should just stay here, teasing him, almost going to his armpits but not quite yet~”

Meanwhile, Hobie was currently suffering under the torturous teasing he was being subjected to. Miles smiled and watched as his usually concealed friend lose his mind at a few simple scratches.

“Come on, Hobs!” Pav continued, now scratching right above his armpits. “I know how ticklish you are! Why hide it? I can feel you’re gonna break~ Aaaaaaaaaany second now~ Maybe I should go lower? Maybe I should tickle your armpits? Would that make you laugh? Hm?~”

“Ffffffffffuhuhucker- Pahav- Imma k-kihihill you!” Hobie growled through his giggles. He used all the movement he could to cover his eyes with his elbows. His smile was bigger than ever and he was constantly moving and shaking his torso.

“Looks like Hobie’s quite the dancer! Wiggle wiggle Hobs~” Miles cooed. Gwen just sat back and pulled out her phone, recording this moment. I’m so sending this to Peter, she thought with an evil smirk.

“What do you guys think? Should I go for the kill?” Pav asked as he hovered his hands over his friend’s armpits. Hobie’s eyes widened and he gasped, holding his breath. He let out hesitational giggles as Pav’s fingers wriggled above their target area. Even Miles felt shivers up his spine.

“Oh hell yes you should! Why don’t I help out?~” Miles brought his own wiggly fingers to hover above Hobie’s ribs. The taller teen grunted and covered his eyes again.

“Y-You fuckheads! Teasin’s not fair! Bofa yous as dead as doornails, ‘ear me??” The Spider-Punk said in a panicked voice. Miles and Pav looked at each other and nodded. At the same time they mouthed ‘1…2…3!’

Then, they attacked! Both Miles and Pav touched down onto Hobie’s torso and began their assault. Pavitr wickedly scratched and clawed Hobie’s armpits while Miles dug his fingers between the spaces of his ribs. Hobie, meanwhile, barked out a laugh and jerked hard. He nearly sent Gwen flying! She was lucky that he was barely using his spider strength, so instead she got shoved into Miles’ back.

“Oof! Hehey, watch it Hobs! You tryna kill me here?” the Spider-Woman retorted. Hobie was too busy laughing his ass off to make up a witty response.

“BAHhahahahahahahahaha! F-Fuck sake- gyahahahahaha! Gehehehehet outta thehehehehehere! Shhhhihihihihihits! You shihihihitbags! Fffr- grrr- pfffhahahahahahaha!” Hobie was a completely new person. The only people who’ve seen this ticklish side of him were Karl and Pav, but he’s never been tickled by them at the same time. But did having Miles and Pav tickle him simultaneously make it any less fun? No. No it did not. This was the most fun he’s had in his life!

“I told you guys he’s ticklish! Oh, oh! What’s that thing you sing to Karl when you tickle him? It goes like “I’m gonna tickle tickle tickle you until you dieeeeeeee~” right? Am I right?” Pav asked, constantly stirring the pot and switching up his technique. He went from digging and vibrating to scratching and scribbling, then to poking and prodding. Miles laughed a bit.

“You seriously sing that?” he asked.

“Yes, he does. I have videos for proof,” Gwen said from her spot behind Miles (she fixed her position to where she was sitting on Hobie’s shins).

“Ooh, you should show him the video you took of Karl and Hobie on Karl’s birthday! Now that was brutal!” Pav said, harboring another bark of laughter from the punk below him as he jammed his fingers into the center of his hollows.

“J-Jehehehehehehehesus Christ! Stahahahahahahahap tahahahahalkin’!” Hobie ordered, but his words failed to carry any authority. Miles just smirked and vibrated his fingers faster and he felt deeply satisfied when the punk jerked forward.

“Guys, I don’t think I can believe what I’m hearing. Is he actually trying to order us around right now?” Miles raised an eyebrow and looked to Gwen and Pav.

“Completely unbelievable,” Pav agreed.

“Especially coming from the guy who ‘doesn’t follow orders.’ What do you have to say for yourself, Hobs?” Gwen asked. Hobie could only flop back and forth while spewing giggles and laughs from his mouth, shaking his head so much so one would think you asked him if he liked the government. The three teens just laughed with him. Then, Hobie said something unexpected.

“Breheheheheheak!” he laughed out. “Breheheheheheak break break! I cahahahahahahan’t!”

Without a second thought, Miles and Pavitr raised their hands and halted their tickling. Hobie’s body instantly relaxed, giggling and sighing as he caught his breath. Gwen was up in a flash and making a beeline for the kitchen. Pavitr rubbed Hobie’s pits to rub the ghost tickles away, being careful he wasn’t tickling the older spider. Miles patted Hobie’s side in an attempt to calm him.

“You alright, Hobie? Is it too much? Should we stop??” Brooklyn’s Spider-Man questioned, looking from Hobie to Pavitr for confirmation. Pav just smiled back at him.

“No need to panic, Spidey,” he explained, “It’s normal for someone to get worked up in a situation like this. He just needs some water and a breather, then we’re free to get back to it! Right Hobs?”

Hobie responded with a nod, now just panting. Gwen returned with a cup of water and offered it to Hobie’s lips. The punk shimmied up so he could drink more comfortably. And drink he did. He barely left a drop in the cup before laying back down. Then, he chuckled.

“You two are right fuckin’ evil, man. Downright awful, it was. Shihihit,” he chuckled.

“Well just you wait! Cause Miles is really about to knock your socks off~” Gwen cooed, pinching Hobie’s cheek like a grandma would. Hobie, feeling playful, bit at her fingers. Gwen squeaked out in surprise and shot her hand back to her side.

“Hey!” she fussed. Hobie just grinned with mischief. Gwen just rolled her eyes with a smile, shook her head, and traveled back to the kitchen with cup in hand.

“Now that wasn’t very nice, Hobie!” Miles said.

“Oh yeah? Whatcha gon’ do bout it, Miles? Hm? Gon’ punish me? Treat me like a bad boy, huh? I reckon you won’t, ya too much of a coward~” Hobie taunted, shimmying his chest at Miles. Brooklyn’s Spider-Man was immediately taken back, sending a confused look at Pavitr. Pav simply laughed.

“This trick again, Hobie?” Pav asked as he looked down at his friend, giggling when Hobie waggled his eyebrows at him. “This is a method he tries to mess with anyone who’s tickling him. But it never works. Just go ahead, he loves this stuff!”

Miles simply looked at Hobie and smiled. Hobie sighed and shrugged.

“Wurf a shot, roight?” he said. Miles grabbed the hem of Hobie’s shirt and pulled up, finding a pleasant surprise.

“No way!” he exclaimed.

“What is it?” Pavitr poked his head up.

“Did you find an embarrassing birthmark? A third nipple??” Gwen said, running back from the kitchen, all too excited to find something humiliating to tease Hobie for.

“No, look!” Miles pointed his finger to his stomach where it harbored a black and silver belly button piercing with an upside down cross. The three gawked as they looked at it, giving the punk a longer break.

“Holy crap you have a belly piercing??” Pavitr asked, bewildered.

“You should see what else I have pierced~” Hobie said with a wink to his friends.

There were three seconds of silence before Pavitr barked out, “YOU PIERCED YOUR PENIS?!?”

Everyone burst out into hysterical laughter at Pav’s declaration. Miles deflated onto Hobie’s chest, Gwen slumped against the back of the couch, and Hobie just cackled as if they started tickling him again.

“No Pahav, mah nips! I pierced mah nipples, ya goon! I’m fuckin’ out mah mind, not crazy! Pahahaha!” Hobie said, giggling out of his mind.

“Oh my god, I wish I had that recorded!” Gwen cried out through her laughter. Miles just held his head on Hobie’s chest and snickered hysterically. Pavitr blushed from embarrassment but started laughing too. And Hobie was a mess. He was giggling so much that he started to let out tiny snorts. Miles shot up when he heard them.

“You snort when you laugh!” Brooklyn’s Spider-Man accused, pointing a finger right in the punk’s face. “Why did you rip on me when you snort too? You’re such a hypocrite!”

Hobie just giggled and said, “Cause it’s cuter when you do it! ‘S adorable, mate, ‘ow can I not tease ya?”

“Oh, you’re getting it now!” Miles declared, raising his two hands and forming them into claws. “Any last words?~”

“Sleep with one eye open- yeEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Hobie taunted then screamed as Miles dug into his stomach. He used the same method he used on his ribs, only this time, he used tiny sparks of his venom to add more to its kick. Hobie jerked up hard, nearly sending Miles flying, but the teen just laughed and held on tighter.

“Haha! Oh man, regret teasing me yet? Or do you need more persuasion?” Miles asked as he kneaded and zapped Hobie’s toned stomach. Hobie just barked out loud laughter as he swung around, thrashing like a rodeo bull. Pav looked shocked but was laughing with them as Gwen started recording again.

“FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHACK MIHIHIHIHIHIHILES!! CH-CHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEAT!! YOU CHEHEHEHEHEHEAT!! NOHOHOHOHO VEHEHEHEHEHENOM!! MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAILES!!!” Hobie threw his head back and cackled like a madman.

“Holy crap! You’re ruthless Miles! That’s his worst spot!” Pavitr said. It was unaware if he was warning Miles or encouraging him.

Either way, Hobie genuinely looked like he was having fun. His smile was wide and unapologetic, his eyes closed as his nose scrunched tight. It was a beautiful sight and such a 180 from his normal personality. Miles was going to ask for every single video and picture Gwen was taking at that very moment. And every other video or picture where Hobie’s getting tickled.

“You think this is ruthless?” Miles asked, removing his hands to give Hobie a very short lived break. “Let me show you what my Uncle Aaron taught my dad when I was a kid.”

“You… you still are a kid… bitch…” Hobie panted out. Now his fate was sealed. Miles furrowed his brows and smiled. Without any warning, Miles rapidly squeezed his hands against Hobie’s sides and inhaled deeply before blowing a massive raspberry on the punk’s stomach. Hobie fucking lost it. He arched up high and his laughter went silent. Then, it roared out of him as if he was the offspring of a lion and hyena.

“MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAILES!!!! SHIHIHIHIHIHIHI- FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOT AGAIN! NOT AGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIN!!! YOUHUHU FUCKIN PEHEHEHEHEHEST!! AHAHAHAHAHA SHIT!! OK!! OKOKOK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! I TAHAHAHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHAHAHAHACK!!” Miles sat back and laughed a bit, enjoying how easily he picked apart his friend.

“Come on, punk rocker! Can’t handle a few wittle tickews? You’re lucky I’m not shocking you! Or going after your piercing~ Man, how hellish would that be?” Brooklyn’s Spider-Man taunted. Hobie was ballistic. Pav noticed this and was about to warn Miles to stop when his spider sense went off. He looked up to the front door and saw the doorknob turning and heard the sound of jingling keys.

“Miles, stop! Your parents are home!” Pavitr said, quickly fishing Hobie’s pocket knife from the punk’s discarded jacket. Miles looked up and towards the hall. He sprang off Hobie as Gwen casually went to get another cup of water. Pavitr cut the webs and Miles helped calm Hobie down just as Rio Morales walked in.

“Miles? Everything alright? It sounded like someone was dying in here,” she said, hanging up her purse and walking into the living room. What she found was quite the wholesome sight. The tv was on as Miles and Pav sat with Hobie on the couch, laughing at some sitcom that was playing. Gwen came from the kitchen and smiled to Rio.

“Sorry, Rio- I mean, Mrs. Morales. The show we were watching is just super funny! I was about to make us some popcorn, want a bag?” the blonde spider-woman somewhat lied, distracting the woman. Meanwhile, Hobie was leaning back on the couch and hugging his torso, still recovering from the harsh tickles he received. Miles immediately felt guilty.

“Hey man, you alright? I went too far, didn’t I?” he asked, looking at Hobie with a worried glance. Hobie just chuckled, and as if he had regained all of his strength just then, he swooped an arm around Miles’ neck and dug his knuckles into his head, giving him a noogie.

“Ah, you little bugga! Who knew you were such a meanie? Yeah, I’s jus ‘bout to tap out. But you good mahn! Was super fun. You’ll still have to watch your back~” Hobie cooed that last part into his ear as he squeezed his ribs, making Miles bark out a laugh.

The teens went on with their night, Gwen declaring that one day she’d get her own personal revenge on Hobie (even though they argued that the pictures and photos she took were her revenge). They found a movie and nuzzled into a large cuddle pile, falling asleep in the blankets and pillows, all of them leaning on Hobie.

And the last thing Hobie thought before he faded into sleep was, God my friends are the best.

#why did this fic take so LONG?!?!#but its done so now I can get back to work!#across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar #spiderman #miles morales #gwen stacy #tickle fic #atsv tickle #spiderverse tickle #tickle

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xx-lemon-drop-xx · 1 year ago

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𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓜𝓮 𝓝𝓸𝓽 ↬𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖔𝖚𝖗

"Our hearts are bound eternally."

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(Y/n) blinked in surprise when Silver suddenly took the plate Lilia had prepared for her and handed it to Malleus, whom had made the plate just disappear entirely.

"What-"

'Trust me. You don't want to eat that." Silver said, cutting her off. (Y/n) looked surprised, seeing the male actually shiver at the mere thought of eating Lilia's cooking.

"It's... that bad?" Everyone at the table collectively nodded, as Malleus used a bit of magic to make the plates come back with consumable food.

"If you ate that you probably would've been sent home with food poisoning." Silver stated flatly, and (Y/n's) lips formed into an 'o' shape, before she smiled, albeit awkwardly. "Well, then thank you for saving me from a nasty case of food poisoning."

Lilia came back, a plate of something that looked black and mushy- was it moving? On a big dinner plate, setting it down on the table with a proud smile. Everyone shared looks.

"Fa- ahem, Lilia, what is that?" Silver asked, skeptically. Lilia sat down with a charcoaled piece of chicken and a side of corn and beans on his plate.

"Why I'm glad you asked Silver! Khehe, It's my mashed potatoes!" He stated, proudly.

"Uh... Why are they black then.. is.. is that a moving tentacle?"

"You don't have a partner?"

Malleus looked up from his work in Crewel's class, staring right into the glow of (Y/n's) eyes before nodding. "No, I don't. I'm afraid a select few will choose to partner with me." He said, truthfully, eyebrows shooting up when she pulled out the chair next to him and sat down, settling her bag on the floor.

"Then let's pair up. No one deserves to be partner-less."

"Oh? But don't you work with young Spade and-"

"Yeah." (Y/n) said, cutting him off with a shrug. "But those doofus' have each other and Grim. You don't mind if we partner up, do you?" She asked, realizing she didn't beforehand. Malleus offered a coy smile that showed his fangs.

"No, I don't mind, Child of man. It's a nice change of pace." (Y/n) smiled back, cheeks a rosey red. "I'm glad. Though I'm afraid I probably won't be much help. I don't really understand potionology. The stupid trio is why I'm currently passing by a fingernail."

"The dumb trio?" "The dumb trio." (Y/n) repeated, looking over at her group of friends. Malleus hummed in understandment. A flock of whispers bathed the class about the two partnering up. (Y/n) ignored this.

"You needn't worry about failing the project." Malleus said. "I'm rather adapt at potions." He said, and for the remainder of class he pointed out and explained things to her, not seeming to mind when he needed to repeat or explain something more in depth. The class passed quicker than they anticipated, though the project was completed in one class period instead of the deadline of two days.

(Y/n) gathered up her things, a smile on her face. "See you tomorrow, Malleus!" She chirped as Sebek and the others entered, the mint haired male squalking in shock. "Human you-"

She swiftly cut him off, "It's alright if I call you Malleus, right?" She asked, "Indeed." He answered, "I shall happily be awaiting our reunion tomorrow." He stated, walking away in the opposite direction.

It was quiet for a moment, before Ace and Deuce walked up, shocked yet teasing all at once.

"Soooo.. You and Malleus ehhh?"

Immediately, she rolled her eyes, sighing. "You know it's not like that." She said swiftly, walking into her next class with them. Trein was already in front of the board, jotting down things as she sat between Riddle and Epel. Ace and Deuce took their seats in the back of the class, separated by Jack because they couldn't stop being disruptive.

"You seem happier today." Riddle spoke up, pulling out his notebook. "Do I?" She looked over at him, in slight surprise. Riddle gave a simple nod as the late bell rang, and class started.

Silence filled the air as Lilia pulled away the bandages, humming under his breath.

"It's healing wonderfully. I can't see it opening up again unless you really manage to do something- though I advise letting it breathe for a bit." He said, standing up and throwing out her old bandages in the trash.

"That's wonderful to hear," (Y/n) said, softly. A smile perked up on her face and she sat up slightly. "Have you heard any news?"

Lilia already know what she was talking about. It was amusing in a way how much she nagged him on the topic, though he was a patient fae and he understood the reasoning behind her nagging. He walked back over, sitting down on the couch after (Y/n) moved her legs out of the way.

"We have talked everything over," He said, thoughtfully. "And you are allowed to come with us to Briar Valley over winter break. A room is already being custom made for you at the castle."

The news made her eyes brighten. Finally after almost two weeks of pondering and awaiting any type of answer as to who exactly the mystery of her father was, (Y/n) would be able to do a bit more digging. Seeing her face light up had Lilia smiling himself.

"Can I stay at Diasomnia for the night?" She asked, looking over at the Fae. "It's supposed to downpour tonight, and Ramshackle still has a bunch of leaks I have yet to cover up."

He chuckled, almost thoughtfully so.

"You need no excuse to stay with us. You know you're welcome at Diasomnia whenever you like."

The walk was a quiet one, and they both could already feel the chill in the air, "Have you eaten dinner yet, young one?" Lilia broke the silence. "No- None of the stoves really work well at Ramshackle. I'm a bit scared to use them. So I don't usually eat dinner."

(Y/n's) answer had the fae frowning, clearly not happy she wasn't getting the nutrition she needed due to Crowley's ignorance and laziness.

"I see. Diasomnia has already had dinner, though if you'd like I could make you a sandwich. I believe we've recently acquired ham and salami."

The door creaked open, and they could already hear Sebek fussing over something. The sky rumbled around them, the storm setting in quickly as they walked in through the door, shutting it behind them.

"That would be splendid, thank you." (Y/n) said, smiling at Lilia's response while walking through into Diasomnias main room. Malleus was not present though it looked like there was a small argument going on between Sebek and a student. Lilia quickly split it up.

Noticing Malleus was nowhere to be seen as Lilia pulled her into the kitchen, her eyebrow rose.

"Where's Malleus?"

"He is mostly in his room at this time, likely playing the violin." Lilia said, pulling out some bread, opening the fridge. "You seem to have gained quick attachment to my son." He pointed out, almost teasingly.

"A.. Ah. It's not like that." She said quickly, a bit of an embarrassed flush rising to her cheeks. It had Lilia letting out that little laugh of his. He spread some mayo on top of the piece of bread, adding a slice of cheese.

"He's the first room to the left upstairs." He said, "You may go and see him, I will bring up a sandwich and tea for you in a moment."

She beamed, face lighting up like a flower. "Thank you!" She called, having enough control to walk off instead of run up the stairs like a lunatic on helium. The stairs creaked slightly under (Y/n's) weight as she ascended them. The sound of the violin grew louder until she stopped in front of the door it was coming from.

She wondered if he would be pleased or not if she bothered him in the middle of this beautiful melody. After listening for a quiet moment, she lifted her hand, knuckles brushing over the wood on the door before knocking.

The music stopped abruptly.

She'd almost winced at how quickly it stopped- she heard shuffling and the clatter of the violin quietly being set down before the door opened, revealing the fae in all his glory. Malleus' eyebrows arched up in surprise at seeing you in his doorway.

"Child of man." He greeted, not being able to hide the slight amusement quirking at his lips as you cut him off abruptly.

"Malleus! Lilia said I could come and see you, he said he'd bring up my dinner when he finished making it."

"Very well."

He stepped aside, motioning for you to come in. His room was fancy yet elegant all the same. He guided you to a small table, pulling out the chair like a gentleman. Malleus pushed the chair in once she sat down, sitting across from her at the table.

"To who to I owe this occasion to?"

"I was just in the area," (Y/n) explained, "Lilia checked my cut and said it was healing nicely, and it shouldn't open up again. And he said I could stay the night here because it's pouring out and Ramshackle has leaks."

Malleus listened quietly to her story, pausing when their was a knock on the door. Lilia came in a moment later, a tray of food on his hands he'd set on the table in front of you. "Khehe, enjoy. Don't get to carried away in your romantic quarrel, love birds." He made his way out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Leaving both (Y/n) and Malleus with flushed faces.

#x reader #twisted wonderland #fem!reader #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland malleus #twist malleus #malleus x reader #twist lilia #twisted wonderland lilia #lilia vanrouge

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thehomophobe · 2 months ago

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The Floridian Couple Chapter 2: ticket to busan

"Have you guys seen my sweater?"

"Where the fuck is the bathroom here?!"

"Moon! You better not be using my rosary beads as hair ties!"

"Oh shut up church boy!"

"Chica! I believe I have found your sweater!"

So. Much. Noise.

I think I'd like to remind everyone that I live in a single apartment building. And while I may own the entire thing, it's not a lot of living space. It was simpler when it was just me and Monty but my ass thought it be cutesy and demure to have five more roommates come over. Great thinking Y/N.

*(Y/N) lies on the couch, legs spread out revealing her hot pink g-string underneath a Goosebumps t-shirt. She scrolls through her phone, mindlessly tapping the screen to hit the like button. Monty did the same thing, only not in a thong.*

"Monty."

"Yeah."

"Remember that one time we talked about having kids and how we wouldn't be good parents."

"Yeah."

"I'm starting to see that now."

You may be wondering why the fuck is there 5 other people living in a apartment as disgusting as this. Well a while back Monty and I went on tour together after given a huge paycheck. It was supposed to be for a few days but then everything screwed over when our plane crashed by a flock of harpies making us walk on foot. We met Freddy in the Alps after getting lost in the snow. (Monty can't look at a map for shit.) Freddy's apparently an ex-barbarian king until he got kicked out for being gay. Which made at lot of sense when he kept touching Monty when we stayed in his hut during the blizzard. (Being gay doesn't make you less of a man guys) He was only supposed to be a guide on getting out of there but he just sticked with us.

After that, we took a boat out of the mountains, then get shipwrecked on an island, where we met Sun and Moon. We thought we were in Greece cuz of all the togas and tzatziki. Turns out there was a cult apart of the isle and they were using those two as sacrifices for an old ritual . Something about how on the cusp of sunset, the Gemini Twins, Castor and Pollux, would be revived and smite their island if they were to kill them in time. Luckily we beat those guys up before they stabbed Moon. We didn't want to take them...well Monty didn't want to take them, (mainly cuz he thought Sun was a complete pussy and was too obnoxious to have around) but after hearing that they lost their home to the cult made you want bring them along. They were pretty cute after all.

Then we took another boat and sailed back to city (which I'm surprised we did make it back with the piece of drift wood we were sitting on) . But we stopped by a motel to relax and take showers. You think we're going back home smelling like fish shit? 'Course not. And I'm (pissed) glad we stayed longer than we should've because we wouldn't of found Roxy if we've left early. Apparently there was gentlemen's club near the motel we were at and the owner was an illegal arms dealer hiding away from the cops downtown. With Roxy just so happen to being his (bitch) wife. (Unfortunately) Luckily the police said that Roxy had nothing to do with this but the money was taken from both their account, leaving her broke and homeless. So we took her too.

Chica is just of friend of Monty's who wanted to get away from the rich girl life and room with her friends.

Now with that all said and done, having 7 people crammed in an apartment like this is disgusting, especially when the owner is too lazy to clean this shit up, but I also get in rent so that's nice.

"It's better than takin' care of regular kids. Like that time we started babysitting."

"Don't remind me. One of the kids got kidnapped by a leprechaun and we had to find "the end of the rainbow~.""

"I'm surprised there was something."

"If you call a hole to the underworld something." It's a long story. Don't ask much.

*(Y/N) stopped scrolling and swiped down on her phone to look at the time. 9:46 PM.*

"OH SHIT!" *She sits up quickly, short strands of hair falling onto her face.*

"What?"

"I'm fucking late!" *(Y/N) scrambles off the couch and hurried to her room.*

"Oh right...your job." *Monty huffed* "Y'know you can call for a day off. "Chow Mein" ain't gonna care if you're sick."

"Oh real funny asshat. Nguyet gonna kill me if I'm late again. She's already pissed after I left early during the mothmen invasion. I'm not getting my ass cooked any time soon."

God is she an ass. I swear that woman needs to retire.

Oh right my job. About a couple miles down and passed the entrance of Chinatown is a convenience store owned by Ms. Zhihao Nguyet, a medium, a so-called medium. She always said that she could see her dead ex-husband floating around the market and yet I've never sensed a single trace of him anywhere. I think she's turning senile, she keeps talking to the walls in the bathroom.

*(Y/N) made a mad dash out of her room and scrambled through the kitchen, prepping her packed lunch from the fridge. The other five tenants came down the stairs.*

"Where are you going?" *Moon raised a brow.*

"She's late for work." *Said Monty*

"You have a job? I thought that ghost busting was your thing." *Roxy commented*

"Yeah well it is, so why don't you shut up and move over." *(Y/N) pushed through Roxy and the other four while struggling to put on her uniform. She headed down the steps and took the keys to the convertible. The camera panes back to the five tenants looking down towards the steps.*

"I'm glad she has a job other than sitting here waiting for monsters to show up. She's getting better at disciplining herself." *Sun smiles, proud of (Y/N) work.*

*Monty adjusted himself on the couch, looking down at a phone with the time as well as a wallpaper that says "DON'T YOU TOUCH MY DAMN PHONE BITCH"*

"And she forgot her phone..."

God were people such horrible drivers. I almost got hit by a sedan just now. The fuck is wrong with people? Whatever I made it to Chinatown. And with only...

*The camera panes to a clock in the center of town:

10:06 PM*

Shit! Now Z's gonna kill me. How the fuck did it become 10 already?! The shop's a couple blocks down. I can still make it.

*(Y/N) runs down the sidewalk, the same speed used when killing demons on the job, except without jumping on cars and people. Lights and faces become a blur, blending together in a stream of colors. (Y/N) is focused. Poised and swift. Dodging city folk in a gust of wind. Shopping bags fly and hair whips in people faces. Women's skirts rise, revealing their dainty panties for all the pervs to see. Perhaps she was going too fast.*

Made it. Thank God.

*(Y/N) breathes for a moment before looking at the small convenience store, its sign highlighted by cheap bulbs: 良好的市場. Or translated to "The Good Market". Inside was an old asian woman with a bun of black and dusty gray hair wearing a qipao underneath a shawl. Traditional was the woman inside, for she was hardheaded and stubborn as any elderly woman who worked at the same job for 45 years and still had debt. (Y/N) opens the door, the bell attached to the top rings and alerts the manager inside.*

"Ah Monster Hunter. Why are you late? Too busy demon slaying?" *Zhihao chided* "That's Manager Nguyet to you narrator." *...yes ma'am...*

"Afternoon Ms. Nguyet. How are you?" *(Y/N) greeted lazily.*

"Awake. And upset. My ex-husband came back and he destroyed the drink coolers. I had to shoo him out with a broom and clean up the mess." *Manager Nguyet huffed.*

"Darn..." *(Y/N) deadpanned. She made it behind the counter and fixed her uniform: a piss yellow polo shirt with the logo printed on the right breast. A short visor was attached to her head, awkward strands of hair fell on her face.*

"Now, you work. I go for 5 minute break." *Manager Nguyet pulls up her glasses and heads deeper inside the storage room.*

The hell is she going? Whatever, I need this shift to be over already. *(Y/N) wiggled through her pants pocket.*

Huh?

*She wiggled through her pockets again. Then her chest, underneath her shirt, inside her pants.*

Shit! I forgot my phone. But I can't leave, I just got here. *(Y/N) looked at the analog clock plastered on the wall.*

She's got 2 minutes before she gets back from break.

*On the ground was a pile of crumpled newspapers, one of which was facing upwards, showing the latest news report:

”JAPANESE BULLET TRAIN FINISHED AND READY FOR TAKE OFF.

Meet "Thomas the Bullet Train" Today!” *

Ain't no fucking way they named it Thomas. *(Y/N) continued reading the article* Can go speeds up to 320 mph, from the suburbs to downtown in a instance. Hope Granny Peking doesn't come back in an instance. I think I have time to catch the train, the first stop's not far from here. I'll just make a quick break for it...

*(Y/N) sneakliy left the store, looking back at the storage room and clock each time. Once out she ran down the streets.*

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I keep forgetting I don't have my phone. And I keep forgetting there would be no point in doing this if I had my phone. I kept looking at the clock. The train doesn't leave until 11:30.

*It's 11:26*

FUCK!

*(Y/N) bolts down the streets faster. To the point were she almost missed the stairs up to the track.*

Jesus Christ why did they put so many stairs...? *(Y/N) huffs as more people crowd the enterances.* Damn a lot of people showed up for this thing. Then again, Americans love Japanese stuff. Lot more than Chinese stuff anyways. Well, let's see how long these tracks will last until someone jumps onto them. *The train slowly approaches the stop. It's bright reds and blue pop out with vibrance, and to top it of, the words "THOMAS" was written on the side in pretty cursive.* Jesus Christ, they really did call it Thomas.

*(Y/N), and about several other people, smushed themselves inside.* Jeez, it's just a train. Swear, people are gonna get stepped on if this keeps up.

The next stop is: Little Italy

Oh god. We're going to every stop. This'll be fun.

*During the train ride, (Y/N) rested her eyes and laid back cautiously. The train was surprisingly quiet, all the new hobos were getting acquainted with their new living quarters. The smell of weed started to float through the air. A smell all familiar to (Y/N).* They don't make anti-homeless train yet do they? Seriously, this train gonna have jizz stains on the ground in two weeks. We don't have the super clean sanitation teams here in America. They give everyone a Mister Clean Magic Eraser and one travel-size pack of tissues and call it a day.

*The train speeds up.*

Shit! Did I miss my stop? *(Y/N) looks at the train map.* The fuck's the train map? *A black screen replaces the train map.*

*The train speeds up*

"Hey where the fuck are we going?"

"What time is it?"

"Is the next stop coming?"

*The other passengers complain and question as the train speeds up. (Y/N) too is confused about the situation. A black haired woman taps her shoulder.*

"Excuse me miss, do you know what the next stop is?"

"Beats me I don't fucking know." Don't you have a phone lady? Seriously, this shit's getting weird. A train this expensive and fancy should be breaking down on the first day. Then again most expensive things tend to break so I can't deduce it to that. We're passed most of downtown, meaning that we're heading south. That's not even close to my apartment. Maybe the conductor's just shit.

"Hey! The doors won't open!" *A man in a trench coat tries to pry open the train doors but is unsuccessful.*

The doors won't open either. And the train keeps speeding up. This is definitely some fuck up shit. *A glitchy sound emitted from the speaker system of the train.*

"The next stop is: MY ASS BITCHES!!! Cuz I don't plan on stopping!!! Hahahahaha!"

Fuck man. Is this conductor crazy? Did he watch Speed last night? *The train crashed into something on the side.*

*BAM!*

Shit! *(Y/N) and the other passengers flailed to the side. The train must've hit something hard. The lights flickering on and off. The train speeds up even more.*

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*We pane back to Monty and the others, walking along the streets with one mission in mind:

Bring (Y/N) here phone.

And maybe some snacks.*

"She works at The Good Market right? I think I have a coupon for some stuff." *Chica digs through her tiny denim purse she just bought for Urban Outfitters and pulls a crumpled colored coupon. Roxy looks over her shoulder.*

"Chica that coupon's expired."

"Oh."

"Huh? They finished that thing already." *Moon comments.*

"What thing?" *Monty asked.*

"The train." *Moon holds up his phone to Monty. The article about the bullet train appeared in his phone.*

"They closed down half of the downtown for this thing. No wonder taxes went up last month." *A pop-up appeared on Moon's phone. A livestream of today's news. The same pop-up appeared on Monty's and (Y/N)'s phone.*

"Live footage of runaway train." *Monty read the title and click the video. The stream showed the same train but speeding faster than 89 miles per hour. The speedometer on the right shows the speed increasing drastically. The strangest thing was a woman lying down on top of the train*

"Hey, did you guys get the same pop-up?"

"Yeah."

"Sure did."

"Who's that chick on top of it?"

...

"Shit! (Y/N)!"

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You might be wondering how the fuck I got on top of the train?

Apparently, they installed an emergency exit on top of the train. You know, "just in case". I think this is what they meant by it. Just in case the train gets possessed by a spirit and a ghost hunter just so happens to ride it. Clever thinking governor...

What sucks is that I didn't bring anything to expelled the spirit. I left my katana at home and we're to far from the DJ's place to pick up supplies.

*The train starts to laugh like crazy as it speeds up.*

"Ahahahahahahahahaha! Aw man you're a crazy bitch huh? I bet you like it fast and rough."

"Oh shut up!" I'm starting to get tired. My arms can't take the wind anymore.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but where the fuck is Monty?!

*vrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooommmmmm*

Huh?

CRASH!

*A giant black SUV smashes through multiple cars on the road below the train, including cop cars trying to slow the train down by shooting it. The top was off, creating a convertible look on the car. 6 passengers, who were smushed into the car, looked up at the runaway train, trying to find their friend who was stupid enough to climb to the roof.*

"(Y/N)!"

*A dude with red long flowing hair parallel to the undercut on his right called out as he drove like a mad man.* Where the hell did he get---You know what nevermind.

*The camera cuts to Monty driving through the street while the others clutch onto the car for dear life.* "We're not gonna catch it if it passes the gate!" *Roxy yelled through the wind.*

"I know!" *Monty yelled back, swerving passed the other cars on road. Chica, Freddy, Sun and Moon all rock back 'n forth in the back seats.*

"WOULD IT KILL YOU NOT TO HIT ANYTHING ELSE?!?!" *Sun screamed from the very back. He clucthes the handle bar with one hand and the seat with the other.*

"What do think I'm doing smartass!" *Monty responsed.* "Chica, you still have the sword?"

"Yeah I have it." *Chica marveled at the katana, unfazed by the car chase.*

*Inbetween the sounds of sirens and broken metal, a helicopter flew above the train. Inside, several newsreporters and camera men record to what's happening below them.*

"Here take the wheel." *Monty's hand were off the steering wheel, wanting Roxy to take over. However, she wasn't ready for that.*

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" "Just trust me!" *From the glove compartment, Monty pulled out a rifle, specifically a C2 Scoripion EVO 3, and cocked it.* "When we get to passed strocum street, pull up to the highway!"

"You better know what you're doing jackass!" *Roxy gripped the wheel and took over. Said street was coming up soon.*

*The camera panes back to (Y/N), who was slowly slipping off the train.*

Shit shit shit shit! Where the fuck are they?! *(Y/N) only catches glimpses of the SUV between the buildings before losing it.*

...

*VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!*

*The car is back, thankful. Monty balances on the side of, trying to aim the rifle without falling.*

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

*A cascade of bullets shot the wheels of the train. Cries of pain can be heard from the train!*

"AH FUCK!!!! Q-QUIT DOING THAT!!! AAAHHH!!"

"EAT LEAD DILDO!" *Monty provoked as he shot again.* GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

*It was working. The train was slowing down. The speed slowed enough for (Y/N) to stand with full height.*

"AHH!!! Is this train supposed to be bulletproof?!?!?!" *The train cried*

"It is. For regular bullets. Monty's guns are made for hurting spirits like you, queefbreath." *(Y/N) smirked. She looked back at her friends, to which she sees one hold a long black stick in hand.*

Gōsutohantā?! Thank god! I thought they would've left at home. I can't kill the spirit without it. But how the fuck are they gonna---

"(Y/N)! Catch!" Huh?

*Chica---the one who was holding the sword---threw it with all her might...

And hit the helicopter flying above the train.*

*SMASH! The glass broke.* Holy fuck!

*But luckily, the bounced off and fell onto (Y/N)'s hand.*

"By the power the heaven spirits above, I rebuke you!" *The katana rises above (Y/N)'s head.* "I banish thee!!!"

*Shink*

*A bright flash of light emitted from the train. It slowed down before halting to a stop. If the train had move any faster, the gang wouldn't off catched it in time. (Y/N)---on her knees---pulled the blade from the top of the train.*

Finally...

*We cut back to Monty and the others. The car screeches to a halt as he jumped off the door. Over the railing, he spots (Y/N), who gave him a thumbs-up. He cheekliy smirks. The others followed suit (with Sun wobbling in fear in the background) and looked over the railing, proud of themselves.*

(TIME SKIP)

"Where have you been?" *Manager Ngyuet's brow furrows. She looks at her employee as well as her friends with her arms crossed.*

"Demon train." *(Y/N) said nonchalantly. Manager Ngyuet looks at Monty with the same face.* "You with her too?"

"Uh...yeah..." *Monty looked away.*

"Hmmm...." *Manager Ngyuet hums, before going to the back. The sound of rustling bags can be heard from behind the door. Manager Ngyuet later comes out with a bags of White Rabbit candies and Haw Flakes as well as other snacks.*"Take. For free."

"Shit really?" *Monty looked at the bag, before Chica snacthed from his hands.*

"You save city from monster. How could I not be grateful?"

"Does that mean I can get off work today?" *(Y/N) asked.*

"No. You stay and you clean." *Manager Ngyuet brings out a mop.* "Here."

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virdemption · 10 months ago

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If Tumblr was in Super Monkey Ball (Very fanon)

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I WILL get my revenge on Aiai and his flock of fiends! Just you wait!

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4/13/2029

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6/12/2029

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Oh thank fuck it's the short version

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legend has it they're still at it to this day

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Um... Hello! My name is Palette and I'm new to this whole Tumblr thing. Any tips for getting started?

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TURN OFF ANONYMOUS ASKINGS I'VE GOTTEN THE UPMOST CRUELEST WORDS THROWN MY DIRECTION

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I'm so sorry to hear that! Who hurt you?

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Probably the fucking anons oh my god learn to read

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i respect opinions of everyone. personally i love them but i want to see other opinions too :D

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gracefulgeniequeen SO COOL i wish i was as cool

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You most certainly are!

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Please avoid the notes. #p-yanyan isn't THAT bad or we're both missing something #oh no

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What in the world... I was singing one of my favorite songs and I just hear Palette shout the rest of the lyric across the house and it caught me oh so off guard...

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C'EST L'AMOUR ET BLESSURES

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LMAO ARE YOU SAD YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND'S BREAK TIME IS OVER AGAIN I cannot with these disgusting heathens like you no wonder you get so much anon hate ugly ass bitch

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be nice to our friends :(

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WAIT OMGOMGOMG I'M SO SORRY AIAI

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Don't tell Kenrai but I can hear her singing in the other rooms and I love this so much! I've spent enough time with her that I know what songs she sings and I think I'll surprise her :)

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Palette.

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"Hey can anyone, can anyone hear me?" I CAN I CAN!!! I love you!!!

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The P-YanYan drama is amazing because it made everyone collectively forget about my EVIL PLANS #NOBODY'S READY FOR ME #except maybe baby but what can he do #he is but a dumb child

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Okay yeah alright maybe MOST of what's being thrown against me is true but I SWEAR I'm not the one sending F-Gongon all those hate anons

I gotta have my name attached to everything I ask so they know who they're messing with! All anons are COWARDS!

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If it hates them so much... has he ever tried... not answering those cutting asks? :)

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cock

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#radley jests #fakeposting #super monkey ball #i am not very proud of this and i could remake it #who knows

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gay-for-the-snz · 4 months ago

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Day 2: Too Much of a Good Thing/Overindulgence (M, unspecified)

Elliott and co. at their office Christmas party, enjoying the time and company that they've got. This one was really nice to write, and I had a lot of fun with it. People are drunk, if that's something you don't wanna read. Slightly implied cold, but not explicit. 3.3k

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The office Christmas party is in full swing when he swaggers in, a wrapped gift tucked beneath one arm. The invite said it was starting at seven, but here at six forty-five people are already congregated and getting somewhat rowdy with it. Evidently the open bar is the only thing that can get people chronically late to show up early enough to imbibe.

"Captain!"

The man in question is at the center of the throng, dressed in a cabled red sweater that, with the hat and beard, makes him a fairly spitting image of a more casual Santa Claus. "Ah, there you are, son!" The crowd parts enough for him to get through them and pull Elliott into a hug that threatens to take him off his feet from the vigor of it. "You look chilly."

"Oh, this? I'm sure I'll be fine--it's just a short walk to the bus stop, and I thought it looked nice." And he does! At least, he likes to think he does. It's more daring than what he usually wears, a red halter top that plunges to expose most of the curve of his spine, the breadth of his shoulder blades, the graceful length of his arms; he thinks it's rather flattering, even without any cleavage to fill it out in a way that it was designed for.

"You're going to freeze to death, and I'll be sad to see it happen and get the call in the morning that there was a handsome popsicle found outside the bar." He shrugs, emphatically, and takes a sip of his drink. "If you die, they won't let us rent it again next year for our party."

"I'm surprised they let us after last year--"

"Shh!" He pulls him close around the shoulders, hunching him over to speak lowly enough to keep the conversation between them only. "Keep your mouth shut, I think they forgot that that was our group, and I'm not risking them remembering and kicking us out early."

"Oh! Er, right. And, you know, that probably wouldn't happen again anyway, I heard that he and his wife are in a better spot and are working through their differences--"

"Ah ah! What did I say? Zipped."

Elliott mimes the motion and tosses away the key, and this seems to satisfy the Captain enough for him to let him go with a thump on the back.

"Good man!" He glances over Elliott's shoulder, and at the present in his arms. "You came alone?"

"Oh--er, yeah, it's just me this year! Everyone else was working, or busy, and I didn't want to, uh, drag anyone out just to come to a party with my coworkers, you know?"

"I suppose so. You're going to behave with nobody to keep you in line?"

"Oh, Captain! You insult me! I'm not the-the partying type, you know that!"

The Captain gives him a skeptical look, but drops the subject. "Alright, alright. Well, go on and get yourself something. We won't be doing the gift exchange until eight or eight thirty, so make merry until then."

Nothing sounds nicer than a drink and mingling, so he deposits his gift on the table with all the others, each one in a different paper, some wrapped significantly better than others. He politely pretends that the one shaped suspiciously like a bottle of wine escapes his notice. The instructions had been "discreet" packaging, but some were, perhaps, a little more diligent about this aspect than others had been.

But! That doesn't matter when he's got a party to get partying at, and since he's the only person not having any fun yet, and the newest arrival to boot, he finds himself being descended upon by coworkers like a flock of seagulls upon a single french fry in a parking lot. People from other shifts that he recognizes mostly from all company meetings, or from previous years' parties, or from days he's filled in. People from his own shift, who are much happier than the other lot to see him.

Niklas, the great old beast of a man that he is, has no trouble cutting through the little welcome party to just heft him up and affectionately throw him over one shoulder to carry him off across the room. They watch him as he goes, accepting a pleasant, "okay, bye!" with his exit.

He's deposited onto a mostly comfortable armchair next to one of the pool tables, the low loveseat beside it occupied by Niklas's brother. Behind him, Bolormaa and Erdeni are potentially the first two people to ever actually play a game on this table, judging by how pristine the felt looks. He's never been any good at pool, but he's thankful that it doesn't look like they're looking to add a player right now.

"Felix! It's good to see you! What brings you into town?"

He isn't quite as tall or broad as his brother, and though he's definitely older by a few years, he still retains a fair amount of red in his hair that hasn't washed out with the rest of the grey. He takes the offered hand to shake. "Elliott! It's good to see, too. I swear you've gotten taller since I saw you last. What was it, a few years ago?"

"Gosh, it's got to have been at least three or four, I think. You were here for Warren's, what, fifth grade commencement? That was four and a half years ago."

"Christ above, was it really that long?"

"I'm the parent of a high schooler, now."

"Oh, stop! You're making me feel old!"

Niklas leans over and elbows him. "That's because you are old."

"Right, and you're still a spring chicken."

Elliott grins at the pair of them, and is surprised by someone nudging his shoulder. The Captain pressed a glass into his hand, warm and sweet smelling. "Mulled wine," he says by way of explanation. "It's good stuff, local grown by some winery or another. There's a little sign next to the bar if you're actually curious. If you'll excuse me, I see empty glasses out there, and that's unacceptable as a host. Eat, drink, be merry, and all that."

"Thank you, Captain!" It's nice and warm in his hands, and he just holds it for a second to savor the feeling of heat seeping into him. He's more chilly than he realized, now that he has the heat of a drink to remind him of it, and finds himself sniffling a bit in response to the steam. "Uhm, Felix, you were saying...?"

"Ahh, no, don't worry about us having our little squabble. Have your drink." Despite bidding him to not participate in the conversation, he addresses a question to him directly just seconds later. "You're still single, then?"

He nearly chokes on his drink, holds a hand under himself in the off chance he actually spills any of it. "Oh!"

He receives two elbows to the back and shoulder and incredulous looks to go with them from Niklas and Bolormaa. "Dude?"

"No, no, it's okay! He can ask! I, uh--sort of. I'm--well, I'm s-sort of seeing someone, and it--uh, I don't know if we want to really put a label on it yet--"

"Ohhh, I see what you're saying. You sly dog, you. What do the kids call it now, a booty call?"

"DUDE?" He's half convinced that Bolormaa is about to actually take up his pool stick in defense of his honor.

He laughs, some startled, breathy thing as all the blood in his body rushes to his face, red clean through to his ears. "Unfortunately for him, the only 'benefit' to our friendship is that sometimes I cook dinner when he's over." He glances at his cup, and opts to drink the rest of it as fast as possible. "I think I'd like to talk about something else."

"Alright, I can take a hint!" Felix leans away from the menacingly raised pool stick, even as Erdeni pries it from her wife's hand.

"We really don't want to be the ones that get us banned from her for real, do we?"

He doesn't, relenting enough to let her take it away from him and set it back in the rack of cues mounted to the wall, but he makes sure to sigh dramatically so that everyone is aware of his displeasure at this.

Niklas hands over his still mostly full glass--though it's cooled nearly to room temp, in comparison to the warmth of the previous one--and Elliott accepts it gratefully as an excuse to not have to talk for a minute. The conversation slowly rolls away from him, and he relaxes in the knowledge that it doesn't require his attention as of yet.

He's vaguely aware that his nose itches, but it's nothing that demands his attention just yet, aside from the increasing frequency of the sniffles as he deals with the new effort from his nose--and the fact that it isn't as warm in here, even with all the bodies, as he'd expect--to start dripping. The cocktail napkin that came with his first drink makes a valiant effort, but it doesn't take a terribly long time before he's starting to think about needing to go grab another. Or, really, to go grab a stack of them, since he knows it'll be an ongoing thing.

Wine always makes him itchy, but there's really nothing to be done for it. And, besides, it gives him an excuse to stand up and stretch his legs. "I'll be right back, does anyone want anything while I'm up?"

A chorus of "I'll take one"s meets him, and so he sets off to grab five drinks. He's carried more before, but he's far from a waiter, and as thankful as he is that that was never one of his past jobs, he kind of wishes it had been to give him an edge in managing an array of glasses tucked into his arms as he navigates his back carefully back towards the group. The stack of napkins he's tucked into his pocket to wait for later are calling to him as he sniffles more aggressively than he'd really like to be doing, drawing looks from coworkers as he passes by them.

He's nearly begging them to take their drinks from him when he gets back, scarcely able to set his own down before he whips aside into steepled hands for what promises to be the first of many sneezes of this evening. "h-hHYISSHHuu! 'SSHHue!"

"Bless you!"

"Uh oh, now that he's started, I don't know that he's going to be stopping."

"Bless you, sweetie."

His cheeks are rosy from more than just the alcohol when he straightens up with a sniffle, and wipes his hands off on his pants, aware of how thin the fabric is when he can feel the heat of his skin--and the moisture on it--through them. "Excuse me, thank you." He sniffs again, takes one of the napkins to dab away the excess, and sniffs again, just for good measure. "Sorry, you know how it is with wine."

"Bolkaa, didn't your aunt react that way?"

"No, she does that with chocolate."

Niklas leans into the conversation from where he'd been lining up a shot, evidently having joined their pool game. "Our roommate years ago used to do that with mints. Felix, do you remember him?"

"Yeah, Andy. Couldn't offer him a breath mint without spending the whole time it dissolved listening to him sneeze from it."

"Okay, well," Elliott laughs, embarrassed that he seems to have sparked such a conversation, "then you know this will be ongoing. So, just, don't worry about it."

Erdeni does worry about it, shrugging off her wrap and draping it around his shoulders. "Here, you still look frigid. You're going to catch a cold like that."

"You're really sweet, but I don't--"

"I'm not taking no for an answer, so don't even waste your breath."

"Er, right." He has to admit, it is somewhat nice, even if satin isn't a particularly warm material. Being wrapped like this is comfortable, the smooth fabric taking his body heat well enough to keep him more or less insulated from the chill of the room, even if no one else seems particularly chilly. That is, admittedly, the downside of being skin and bone--he's the first one to get cold, and the last one to get particularly warm. He knocks back the glass of wine, hoping that the flush of a good buzz will warm him soon enough.

"Is that better?"

He sniffles, and ties it as tastefully as he can manage--the bows he's seen some ladies finagle these into boggle his mind--and smooths it out. "It is. Thank you, Erdeni."

"See? This is why you always need a femme around. That, and she's got anything you could ever want in her purse." Bolormaa's draped around his wife now, pressing kisses along her shoulder and towards her neck. "Doesn't even have to look, she can pull anything you could name out in two seconds flat."

She giggles, pushing him away slightly. "It's always good to be well prepared. Especially," she adds, a knowing glance to her wife, "when you know that you're going out with someone who thinks anything she can't fit on his carabiner is just dead weight."

He wants to just watch them, to enjoy the tenderness of being allowed to witness domesticity between two people who he loves, but his nose has other ideas. The last glass of wine seems to have gone straight to it--or, gosh, maybe it's just a psychosomatic thing because he's expecting it--either way, it's maddeningly itchy now.

"HoldonIm--hh'TSHH'ue! Hih'TSHieww! hiH-! ...hiISSHHyue! hyIISSHHue!" He holds his position, tucked into his elbow like this, until he's absolutely certain that this is the end of it. He straightens with a liquidy sniff, awkwardly wiping his arm against his shirt, and grabs a few napkins from the stack he'd shoved into his pocket earlier. "Excuse me, sorry. I didn't mean to--snf!--to interrupt."

"What they're doing doesn't need your input, you can do whatever you want over there." Niklas has brandished another handful of crumpled napkins from his pocket, and sets them on top of the stack of Elliott's. In turn, everyone else donates a napkin to the pile, whatever was wrapped around their glass or tucked into a pocket or set aside elsewhere.

There's a sizable pile there, now, certainly more than respectable in its proportions.

It won't be enough.

They all know this, seeing the way he's already dripping and sniffling and he isn't even properly buzzing yet. He can feel it creeping in on the edges of his mind, the next glass will probably do it, but as of yet he's still feeling pretty well sober. Too sober for a Christmas party, Niklas decides, because he makes an announcement that he's getting another round for everybody, even if nobody else has finished theirs yet.

He gets the distinct feeling that he will be pouring himself into somebody else's backseat on the way out of here. Tomorrow morning's shift will be somewhat of a hassle, but it's nice to feel like he's still got this chance, brief as it is, to be an adult making bad decisions first, and a parent second.

The gift exchange passes in a haze of wine and laughter and joy as everyone displays what they received, and vie for the more favorable gifts--he's quite satisfied with the pair of socks he ends up with, brightly colored and fuzzy and trimmed with designs of Christmas lights snaking around them--and he discovers, much to his alarm, that the party is ending soon when someone makes a last call for drinks.

He wobbles a bit when he stands, catching hold of Niklas's shoulder for support when his heels threaten to break his ankle--oh, gosh, heels were probably a bad choice if he was planning on drinking--and practically melts into his warm embrace, sinking down enough that he's no longer fully supporting his own weight and can rest his chin comfortably on his shoulder.

"Oh, Niklas, you're so strong. And handsome."

He snorts in response, patting his back. "And much too sober for you to be flirting with me. Come on, let's get you and your socks home."

"Did you--hh-? huH--! hHDSSHHue! 'TSSHHyue!" He manages to angle away from him enough to sneeze openly towards the floor, arms much too occupied clinging to Niklas and his little gift bag to be brought up to attempt to cover. His lashes flutter, chest rising and falling in unsteady intervals as he wavers on the edge of a third sneeze, which finally grants him some clemency and resolves itself with gusto. "Hh'HEESSHHyue!"

"Bless you!" Erdeni's hand on his cheek is warm and soothing, brushing a thumb up over his cheekbone as she cradles his face. He can feel the warmth of her soul through it, a thread running between the two of them, from soul to hand to cheek to soul, warming him up from the inside out like he's glowing like a candle. He can see that faint flush over her skin, the alcohol and affection in equal proportions.

"You're so nice. Bolormaa, your wife is so nice."

He grins. "Yeah, I'm pretty fond of her myself."

"Ohh, are you now? You're going to make them think you like me or something."

Felix coughs to interrupt the way they've taken hold of one another, kissing that's threatening to become something more amorous better reserved for a bedroom or a bathroom stall. "Think that might wait until we get into the car?"

"Prude."

Everything seems so beautiful in the dim light, festive layers shed and altered and shared amongst eachother, smiles on faces that are usually focused on the task at hand. The Captain, at some point this evening, has gained several necklaces with plastic candy canes and trees and ornaments, each one blinking like he imagines the stars must be twinkling if they could see them over the city lights.

Everything is so...so. He doesn't know how to put it beyond that. He pours himself into Niklas's backseat, squished up against Bolormaa and Erdeni who are laughing at some joke that's been too soft for him to catch it, and the streetlights have halos like they're all angels.

The realization creeps up on him slower than the feeling does. His thoughts feel like they're swimming through molasses as they struggle to catch up to him. He's gasping before he realizes that he needs to sneeze, giving him only enough time to turn away from his seatmates.

"hIH--IISSHHue! hyEISSHHuue! Huh-! huUDSSHhue!" He makes a pitiful "nuh" at the end, some itchy, miserable little sound as he sniffles and rubs hard at his nose, not nearly sober enough to be embarrassed by the wet click it produces. The droplets on the window shimmer under the passing streetlamps and what windows are still lit in the office buildings and billboards they pass.

Someone shoves a couple napkins into hands that are still half curled in front of him, never having made it anywhere near covering and returned to their previous position once he finished tending to his nose. He blinks tiredly at them, and then sniffles, the sound getting more congested than he'd really like it to. " 'scuse me. This is--mm--gonna be gross." If anyone is bothered by the sound of him blowing his nose, they don't show it--or at least he thinks they don't. He's suddenly so tired that it's hard to keep his eyes open.

He doesn't want to lay his head directly against the window he just sneezed all over, so instead he leans against Bolormaa, resting their heads together. It's somewhat awkward, given that he's about a million feet taller than he is, but they both shift enough to find a more comfortable arrangement of their bodies, and he lets his eyes drift closed, lulled to sleep by the sounds of soft conversation and the hum of the engine, of the radio melting dreamily from one song to another as the night wraps him into its embrace.

#I adore him so much. writing him is always a lot of fun #he's my babygirl. he's my girlfriend. everybody should kiss him forever #sickfic #snzfic #snz #sicktember 2024

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theundeadphoenix · 11 months ago

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Royal Chaos Chapter 1

Imani dropped the heavy brown moving box onto the table and slumped into the nearest seat.

Imani: Finally! Done unpacking!

[She slumped down in the chair as her boyfriend, Roller walked in and sat no the couch by her]

Roller: Hey the landlord is downstairs. She wants to meet everyone.

[Imani, Roller, and his sister Shania walk down to the common room together to greet the landlord]

Roller: Hello I'm Roller. This is my little sister, Shania and my girlfriend, Imani. Thank you so much for having us.

Landlord: Oh no problem! I'm “”. The rules are simple. Keep the place clean and keep the sound down. That all.

Roller: Great!

[After some time the landlord decides to leave and the other neighbors/friends arrive]

Adonis/Kailey/Lamont: Hey!

Kailey: Welcome guys! I'm so happy y’all could move in!

Shaina: Yeah thanks for telling us about he opening. It’ll be amazing living closer to each other.

Kailey: I know! Finally we can all be in one location again after all these years. The old apartments were nice but here is way better!

Shaina: We’ve been looking forward to this for years!

Lamont: Hey, Imani how’s the shop going? Need any help setting up before the grand opening tomorrow?

Imani: No I’m good just some minor things left to do.

Lamont: Alright! just let us know.

Kailey/Adonis: Us to.

[After some catching up Imani leaves and makes her way to her boutique]

Sister Dominique: [walks in shop door] “Good day Imani! Well isn’t this a lovely little shop.” [Sister Dominique looked around Imani’s place of work at the boutique.] [She was flocked by Sister Blossom.]

Imani: “Hey sister Dominique and sister Blossom. You say that every time you come. How are y’all today?” [Imani grimaced ]

Sister Dominique: “I know I’m going to see you at the Sunday service Sunday right?” [Sister Dominique stared broodingly.]

[Imani hesitated and Miss Dominique frowned]

Imani: “I'm not sure about that I'm still setting up the new shop as you can see and…”

Sister Blossom: “You know there’s going to be a surprise announcement in two days. I hear its gong to be huge.”

Imani: Announcement? I didn’t know that. Who is it coming from?

[Miss Dominique looked upset]

Miss Dominique: You would know if you would come to the weekly meetings. Sister Blossom and I will be in charge of the refreshments.

Imani: Sister Dominique you know I’m just super busy these days to attend the afternoon church sessions. The boutique opens up tomorrow!

[Imani couldn't hide the smile on her face.]

Sister blossom: Are you sure you should be opening up tomorrow looks like there’s much to do.

Imani: Yes, everything is practically finished.

[The church sisters gave each other a look]

Imani: Sorry Sisters I have to go but yes I’ll be there.

[Imani says her goodbyes and the ladies take their leave]

[Imani is setting up the new shop and Kailey shows up]

Kailey: I heard the church sisters here earlier. What did they want?

Imani: The usual. I need to be at the afternoon church sessions and they also mentioned some announcement next week.

Kailey: An announcement? I didn’t hear about that.

Imani: Apparently it came up last week. I guess I have to go now.

Kailey: Well good luck girl. I know how those meetings go.

[They go home and tell about the meeting]

[The next day is the shop grand opening. The whole crew got there early in the morning to prepare the ice cream and last minute tweaks. Everything goes off with out a hitch and business is already booming! ]

[Setting: Church]

[The Royal Limo Pulls up and the King and Queen exit.]

Pastor: Before we depart for the day we have a special announcement to be made by some very important guest! Please stand for King and Queen Gallegos!

[round of applause]

King Gallegos: Good morning lovely patrons of Hope Church. It is an honor to be here today with the privilege of making this big announcement today. The crown prince is looking for a wife. There is to be a contest held for his hand in marriage! Please sign up online for a chance to participate. Applications are due online in two days! Thank you!

[They royals exit the church]

[Back home all of the girls are huddled around the computer with the guys in the background]

Shaina: AHHHHHHHH I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING! IM GONNA BE THE ROYAL WIFE!

Kailey: Shaina calm down its not that big of a deal. It's probably all a publicity stunt. You shouldn't get your hopes up. I've head a few rumors about the royal family.

Shaina: Well let it be a stunt. I’m gonna be rich one way or another. Are y’all gonna apply?

Imani: I don’t think I have a choice. Sister D would kill me if I didn’t.

Kailey: What’s up with those ladies anyways. They always up you butt about stuff.

Imani: They just friends with my mama so they think they entitled to my life. [Imani rolls her eyes]

Kailey: Oh, well I’ll apply just for fun. [She shrugged]

Shaina: Lets do it then! No need to wait!

Lamont: Roller you ok with this? I'm not! Kailey you my girl not the princes’!

[Roller just shook his head]

Kailey: Oh stop Lamont! It just for fun.

[Lamont blew air and sat down]

[The girls all enter they’re applications to the Royal contest]

[The royal family has just sat down for dinner]

Queen Lyla: Son I know this is a big event but its time you marry.

Prince Amir: Mother I can find a wife on my very own. I'm a man I do not need my mother aiding me in my marital affairs.

Queen Lyla: You will participate in this event. You have spoken these words for years and still no wife. I shall fix this myself!

[Amir huffs and stomps out of the room like a child. Princess Serenity eats in silence]

[Lyla turns to her husband King Bradford Gallegos]

[A maid walks by trips and spills wine]

Servant: Im so sorry My queen! I will clean this up now!

Queen Lyla: You better! [She seethed as she turned to the king]

Queen Lyla: Bradford you must put some sense into our son. He must marry!

King Bradford: The boy is just a a boy. He shall come around soon enough. He’s a smart lad. Trust me I see great things coming our way through this contest.

[Dinner ends and the king and queen go to their rooms to prepare for bed.]

Queen Lyla: Dinner was awful! And that servant! She spilled my wine!

King Bradford: Honey It was just some wine. Please calm down.

Queen Lyla: No! There is too much at stake! The prince must step up!

King Bradford: I need a glass of water. [He whispers]

[The queen continues to yell as Bradford slips out the room]

[King Bradford goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water and runs into the maid from dinner]

King Bradford: Please excuse the queen. You did not deserve that.

Servant: it is fine my king. The queen is stressed.

King Bradford: [he chuckled] Maribel, she’s always stressed.

[Maribel also chuckled]

Check out my page for more! Stay Tuned for chapter 2!

#royalchaos #ts4 #thesims4 #thesims #sims4 #ts4story #sims4story #sims4gameplay #sims4letsplay #sims stories #black simblr #simblr #ts4 simbrl #sims

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brainyxbat · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1: Precursor To A New Adventure! Apis, A Mysterious Girl

(episode 54)

"It's a guiding light. The entrance to the Grand Line lies ahead of that light."

"The Grand Line is ahead of that light..."

"In order to find the All Blue!"

"In order to be King of the Pirates!"

"In order to become a master swordsman!"

"In order to draw a world map!"

"I-in order... to become a brave warrior of the sea!"

"In order... to become the greatest witch I can be!"

"We're going... to the Grand Line!!"

"Nami!" Luffy called out. "Aren't we in the Grand Line yet?"

"We just left Loguetown two days ago. It'll take a few more days. Wait a little longer."

Luffy was quiet for a moment, then beamed brightly. "Okay!"

"Two days," Venus breathed in awe, and shook her head with a small smile, "Feels like so much longer." Not only had it been two days since they left Loguetown, it had been two days since the young witch left the home she knew for years, and became a Straw Hat. On the deck, everyone was doing their own thing; Zoro was asleep, Luffy sat on the prow, and she, Sanji, and Nami enjoyed the refreshing ocean breeze.

"What nice weather!" Sanji commented. "That storm seems like a dream."

Up on the crow's nest, Usopp was searching the ocean with a telescope, when he saw something he couldn't make out. "Hm...? What the heck is that?" He had a closer look. "Hey! I see a flock of birds to starboard!"

"A flock of birds?" Luffy asked from his seat on the Going Merry's prow, resembling the head of a ram.

"Yeah. I also see something kind of big on the water. I can't see it well; I wonder what it is."

"Maybe a fish?" Luffy suggested.

"A small boat?" Usopp used one side of his new goggles in place of the telescope. "It could be a big fish too, but..."

"I often hear that seabirds flock above fish," Sanji chimed in.

"Fish?!" The captain was now excited.

"I could use some fish," Venus remarked.

"Luffy! Let's have them for lunch," The cook suggested.

"Alrighty! Gum-Gum... Grab!" Luffy reached out with a rubber arm to the sea.

"Whoa! Now that's a stretch!" Usopp praised.

"His body sure is convenient," Sanji said.

"I caught it!" Luffy grabbed something that felt like a medium-sized fish, and began retracting his limb. "It's pretty big!"

"Nice, Luffy!" Nami exclaimed.

Sanji noticed that his arm, not his hand, was closing in. Fast. "H-hold on a second... what're you gonna do now? Venus-chan, get down!" Just as Luffy's arm closed in, he pinned her to the deck; Zoro, on the other hand, was sent flying to the ocean, even staying in the same relaxed position, but now with an angry face.

Venus stood up, and watched him disappear from the view, then turned to Luffy with a stoic face. "Welp, you killed Zoro," She deadpanned.

The captain's arm snapped back. "Oh... sorry, Zoro."

"Dumbass!!" Sanji yelled angrily.

"I'm gonna... cut him down... someday," A furious Zoro grumbled to himself, as he was hauled up with a rope around his waist.

"Come on, big guy," Venus helped him up alongside Luffy, as Usopp, Nami, and Sanji gathered around the catch.

"Hey, look," Sanji said, "That's no fish."

"It's a girl!" Nami observed. In the middle of the circle was a little girl in a mustard yellow dress, and a white hat, with a blonde braid.

Luffy joined the circle once Zoro was on deck, as she untied the rope. "Oh? Is she a fishperson? Where's her web?"

"You idiot," Usopp glared, "Just how does she look like a fishperson?"

"Why was a little girl in a small boat like that?" Nami wondered aloud.

The crew laid the girl down in their makeshift infirmary in the kitchen, and waited for her to wake up. She came to at the smell of soup brewing, and shot up in surprise, colliding hard with Usopp's chin. "Ouch!" She held her sore forehead.

"So you've come to?" Nami checked in, "Seems you're doing better than I expected. Does it hurt anywhere?"

"You must be hungry," Sanji guess, "I'm cooking soup right now."

"Lucky!" She grinned to herself.

"Were you in a shipwreck or something?" Nami asked. "You could've been in big trouble. What's your name?"

The girl glared. "When you ask someone questions, you should give your name first."

The navigator chuckled, and winked. "Good point. My name is Nami. The one who's cooking soup in the kitchen is Sanji."

"Hi!" He grinned.

"The one with a scary face wearing a bellyband is Zoro," Nami continued."

"Shut up," He grumbled, trying to resume his nap interrupted earlier on.

"The one who's unconscious over there is Usopp. The one with the pigtails and hoodie is Venus."

"Charmed," The young witch said simply.

"I'm Luffy," He finished, "I'm captain of this pirate ship."

'What?!' The girl gasped in terror. 'Pirates?!'

"We're heading to the Grand Line," Luffy said, clueless to her fear.

There was complete silence for a few seconds, until Nami spoke up. "What's wrong?"

"She isn't moving," Luffy remarked.

"What're we gonna do with this kid?" Zoro asked.

"Ahhh, well, what should we do?" Luffy wondered. "Let's think about it tomorrow."

That night, the crew had turned in after wishing their guest a good night's rest. Everyone's peaceful sleep was suddenly interrupted by a scream of terror; at least, almost everyone's. Nami had fallen from her hammock from the scare, and turned to Venus; to her shock, the other girl was still deeply asleep, as if nothing happened. Her arms stayed crossed over her chest like a corpse, and she barely moved. 'How did she sleep through that?!' She thought, before going with the guys to investigate. Even though they learned on the first day that she was a terribly heavy sleeper, they still were not accustomed to it.

"I'll go in first." Sanji took charge, and entered the kitchen.

"Where's Venus?" Usopp whispered.

"Still asleep," Nami replied quietly.

"She sleeps like the dead, remember?" Zoro reminded.

"Oh yeah, I forgot," He grinned sheepishly.

"That girl wouldn't wake up for a volcano erupting," The swordsman remarked.

Sanji turned the light on, and saw the spring mousetrap he had set up had worked. "You again? You never learn no matter how many times I tell you, Luffy." The goofy captain was caught in the trap, the bar on his back, as he struggled to crawl out. "Can't you get it through your thick skull?" He then noticed the girl close by. "Hm? What're you doing?" She chuckled nervously, unable to answer.

"Yum!" Luffy happily chowed down on a slab of steak. The girl sat across from him, stubbornly refusing to eat.

"If you ask, I'll make something for you," Sanji reminded him, "So, like I told you, don't take food without asking."

"But I'm hungry."

Her stomach growled again. "What's wrong?" Sanji asked. "Aren't you eating?" She turned away. "You didn't eat this afternoon, either. Why're you holding back?" She stayed quiet. "I'm telling ya, it's not poisoned or anything," He assured, but she shook her head, "If you just sit there like that, he'll finish everything." That got her attention.

"If you're not eating, I'll eat it!" Luffy went to swipe her bowl of soup, but she snatched it.

"No!"

"Huh?"

She gobbled it down, and perked up. "Yum!!"

"Of course!" Luffy beamed. "Sanji's the cook I picked!"

"I've never eaten anything this good!" She gushed.

"You're finally smiling," Nami commented from the door, as Usopp and Zoro peered in.

"Oh, Nami-san!" Sanji exclaimed. "Where's Venus-chan?"

"Still asleep. You're eating again, Luffy?!" She scolded.

"I didn't eat that much for lunch."

"You emptied two pots, didn't you?" Usopp reminded.

"I did?" He tried to think back.

Nami walked over to her. "You got scared when you heard we're pirates, didn't you?"

"W-well..."

"Well, that's a natural reaction towards pirates these days."

"You're not gonna sell me off?"

"No way!" Usopp frowned.

"You're all evil-looking, so..." Zoro smirked.

"You've got a right to talk with that face?" Usopp stretched his cheek.

"What're you doing?!" A brawl began between them, as Luffy laughed.

"Ahh! That's enough!" Nami ordered.

The girl joined in, before Sanji came over. "We have more, madamoiselle."

"At least, this ship isn't the kind of pirate ship you're thinking of," Nami assured, "Don't worry."

Her smile grew back at that. "Another plate, please!"

"As you wish."

"Me too!"

"Do it yourself!"

"You meanie..."

Later, Luffy and Zoro hauled up the anchor, while Nami pulled down the sail. Sanji was walking to the crow's nest to begin lookout, when the ship began quaking. "Wo-oah!" Usopp stumbled over.

"Huh?" Luffy hummed in confusion.

Nami was about to change out of her blue top when the shaking began. "Wh-what happened?"

To everyone's surprise, the girl stumbled deliriously out of the smoking kitchen. "Hey! What'd you just do?" Sanji asked.

"I was preparing a meal!"

"What?"

"Everyone! Breakfast is ready!" She announced.

"Oh, breakfast?!" Luffy perked up.

"What breakfast explodes?" Zoro wondered aloud.

Venus came out of hers and Nami's sleeping quarters, and stretched her arms with a yawn. "What's cookin'?"

On their plates was... unrecognizable black, charred lumps. Nami chuckled nervously when everyone was silent, as the girl beamed with pride next to a reluctant Sanji, bandages on her face. "You made this?"

"Yep!"

"It has quite... a unique appearance," Usopp commented.

"Thanks! I'm digging in!" Luffy exclaimed.

"In addition to rescuing me, you're feeding me too." Sanji's pots, pans, and utensils were dirty, rusted and battered, as if they were used in combat. "I'll do anything to help you from now on!

"Uh... uhm," Nami grinned hesitantly, as Zoro was cringing, "That'll be helpful... thank you."

"Is this really edible?" Zoro griped.

An irritated Nami stomped on his foot, making him yell in pain, and shoveled his "food" in his open mouth. "Stop grumbling, and just eat it!" She shoved his jaws shut.

"But seriously, is it really safe to eat?" Usopp wondered aloud.

"Only one way to find out," Venus shrugged nonchalantly.

Luffy, on the other hand, was eating it like Sanji made it. "Really? This is good." The girl smiled with joy.

"That's right," Sanji added, "It's possible that just the appearance is bad." He and Nami each tried a bite.

"Really?" Usopp had one next, alongside Venus.

On cue, they all wailed at the terrible taste, and started chugging down some water to wash it down. "W-was it that bad?" The discouraged girl stammered, and had a bite herself. "Whoa! That's spicy!" She shrieked, as Sanji attempted to keep his composure. "What is this?! I put in the wrong seasoning!"

Sanji chuckled. "Well, that's a common mistake. You'll be fine if you are careful next time." He then turned to the others, who still had occupied plates. "Hey, she took the trouble to prepare it for us. Eat every crumb!" Zoro and Usopp groaned in disgust. "Shut up! Don't waste this girl's kindness. This girl's... oh, what's your name, by the way?"

"Apis!" She grinned. "My name is Apis!"

He turned back to the table. "Apis-chan put her heart into this food! Plus, I won't allow anyone to waste food!" He turned to the older girls, glancing between them. "I'll cook something for you two later," He whispered.

"Thanks."

"Thank you."

"I'm sorry," Apis frowned sadly, "I'm not good at cooking... but I wanted to be helpful!"

"Don't worry about it," Nami assured, "We really appreciate the thought."

"Leave the cooking to me," Sanji added, "There're many other things that you could help out with."

"Okay!"

"Really? This is good," Luffy repeated.

"You..." Everyone grumbled at him.

"I wanna eat BBQ next. I haven't had it in a while."

"Say, why were you drifting on the sea, Apis?" Nami asked, as Sanji washed the dishes.

"I escaped from a Marine ship..."

"A Marine ship?" Usopp repeated in awe.

"During the stormy night three days ago."

"In that small boat in such a storm..." Nami remarked.

"And for three days," Venus added, "You're reckless, kid."

"So what'd you do in the first place?" Zoro questioned.

"What?"

"You had to escape, which means you weren't on their ship as a guest, right?" He clarified. "But then the Marines wouldn't go after every little villain."

"W-well... uhm..."

"What? Are you a super villain?" Luffy asked.

"No!" Apis snapped. "There's no way I'd do bad things! I never did bad things... but I can't tell you why."

"What's that about...?" Usopp asked.

"What's the big deal," Sanji cut in, "She must have her reasons." He dried his hands after finishing the dishes. "If she doesn't want to say, then we shouldn't press her."

"That's true," Nami agreed, "But can you at least tell us where you're from?"

"What? Oh, yes... I'm from Warship Island."

"Warship Island?" Nami repeated.

"Do you know about it?" Usopp asked her.

"No. I'll check it out."

"Why is it called Warship Island?" Luffy asked Apis.

"It's because the shape of the island looks exactly like a warship."

"No kidding?" Venus raised her eyebrows in genuine surprise.

"Oh, that's interesting," Luffy commented.

"Ahh! This is the one!" Nami pointed to a small island on her map for everyone to see.

"Oh, it's close to the Grand Line," Usopp observed.

"We're around here right now," Nami moved her finger a short distance closer to the Red Line, "So it's not far. What do you wanna do?"

"What?"

"Do you wanna go back to Warship Island? If we keep sailing like this, we are going to enter the Grand Line."

Apis was quiet for a moment. "You were nice enough to save me, and I feel bad burdening you further... but I want to go back to the island! I'm sorry. I'm selfish, aren't I? If you hand me to a ship heading west on your way if possible, I'll work things out on your own."

"Oh my, that's a real burden!" Nami said. "There's no way that a pirate ship can get close to another ship so easily."

"What're you doing?" Venus narrowed her eye.

"Yeah, you're right," Apis hung her head down.

Nami then spoke up again. "But since it's not totally out of our way, and we're not really in a hurry... oh, what the heck."

"What?!"

"It doesn't matter either way to me. What should we do, Captain?"

"Yeah, that sounds fine," Luffy grinned.

"The Grand Line isn't that far either, so..." Usopp added.

"I see. The island looks like a warship, huh?" Luffy confirmed.

"Should be interesting," Venus remarked.

"Sounds like they've decided," Sanji announced.

"Really?!" Apis jumped to her feet with excitement. "Are you really going to stop by Warship Island for me?!"

"Yeah," Luffy replied.

"All right! Thank you, Luffy!" She jumped up and down with joy, and started rambling, as everyone smiled. Even Zoro and Venus. "All right! All right! I'm so happy! Thank you very much! Thank you! Thank you very much, everyone! To show my appreciation, I'll prepare lots of dishes every day!"

"No, that won't be necessary," Everyone, except the captain, kindly declined.

"Why not?"

Meanwhile, seven Marine boats sailed together, in search of Apis. On board one of them, the lieutenant commander marched outside. "Reporting! Ship sighted ahead at 13 o'clock! It's a mid-size caravel. I see a flag with a skull mark on the main mast!"

"Pirates, huh? They don't know their own station, sailing around in the seas under Commodore Nelson's control. I'm sure they're just small fries. Just leave them alone!" He commanded.

"No. That flag doesn't belong to small fries." The mercenary came out on the deck. "If I remember correctly, that belongs to Straw Hat Luffy, a man with a 30 billion Berry bounty on his head."

One of the Marines perked up. "Oh, the ones people have been talking about lately?"

"We still can't find the girl even with this big fleet," The mercenary paced, "It's possible that someone has her. Not to mention, pirates of that caliber isn't going to be a problem if you leave them by, Lt. Commander?" The man had purple hair slicked up like a hook, thin black shades, and wore a grey suit with a purple shirt. "Capture that ship!"

Nami walked outside, and sensed something was amiss. 'I wonder what that feeling is...'

"Hey!" Usopp called from the crow's nest. "I see ships approaching from the rear!"

"What?"

"Ugh! Oh man...! They're Marine ships!"

"Navy?!"

"And it's not just one or two ships, either!"

Nami ran to the side of the ship, and saw them in the distance. "He's right! But what's a fleet like that doing here?"

"What?" Luffy ran outside with Apis. "What? What's going on?" Apis gasped in horror at the ships. "Are they after my head?"

"That's a lot even for that!" Nami said.

"It means that they need that many to capture me, right? I'm amazing, right?" Luffy, ever the optimist, guessed enthusiastically.

"How can you be so easygoing?!"

"They've gotta be after Apis," Venus pointed out.

Sanji noticed her backing away. "Hm...? What's wrong?"

"Those ships belong to Branch 8! I escaped from them! What am I gonna do?"

A Marine looked over the Going Merry with a telescope. "Hm...? There! I found her! I see the girl on their deck!"

"What?!"

"It was just as I said, wasn't it, Lt. Commander?" He cringed at the mercenary's words. "Did I hurt your pride? But if you make a mistake, and lose that girl... the clue to the elixir of immortality, the Dragonite... I wonder how furious Commodore Nelson would get."

The commander glared, then began his orders. "Prepare the main cannons! We'll capture that pirate ship!"

Three cannons were fired. "Ugh! They're firing at us!" Usopp screamed in fear from the rope ladder. The ship quaked, shaking everyone up, but was ultimately unharmed. The cannons only shot in the waters close by.

"Attention, pirate ship! Stop the ship immediately! Those were warning shots; the next shots will hit your ship!"

Usopp clung to the side of the deck. "There's no way we'd stop!" He bravely declared.

"What're we gonna do, Luffy?" Zoro asked the captain, as Sanji held onto a scared Apis. "If you wanna take 'em on, I'm with you."

"Yeah," He agreed, "Why don't we?"

"Ahhh!" Usopp ran over. "W-wait a sec! Why are you guys always like this?! What the heck are you gonna do against that fleet?!" Sanji quietly began escorting Apis to the downstairs cabin through the rant.

"We'll make a raid on them," Zoro answered.

"A raid isn't gonna work!"

"We'll make it work," Luffy said.

"You can't!"

"We're not saying you have to come," Zoro pointed out, "Back us up with the cannon."

"What? So I'm staying on this ship? Okay, leave it to me! And we'll get clear of them at full speed! You take care of the rest."

Sanji noticed Apis staring intently at one of the seagulls perched on the upper deck. "Hey Apis, what's the matter?"

"He said a wind is coming." That caught Nami's attention. "A strong wind is..."

Nami gasped, and took charge. "Zoro! Lean the sail towards the south!" She commanded. "Usopp, Venus, and Sanji-kun, right rudder full! Hurry up!"

"O-okay."

"Aye-aye."

"Yes, Nami-san!"

"What's going on?" Luffy asked.

"A gust is coming. We'll ride it, and get out of here."

"Zoro, that's north!" Venus shouted. "Lean it in the opposite direction!"

"If we fight them head on, we'll lose no matter how good we are."

"We can take them, though..." Luffy pouted.

Nami turned, and looked down at Apis. 'This girl...'

"Their ship shows no signs of stopping," A Marine reported.

"They're mocking us!" The commander glared.

Just then, a huge gust of wind blew through the area, just as predicted. 'Here goes!' Nami glared in determination. The Going Merry sailed away with it at a rapid speed, escaping their adversaries.

"Ahh!" A Marine's eyes widened. "The pirate ship sped up, and changed route!"

"What?!"

"They're heading south!"

"South?! How foolish! Do they know what's in that direction?!"

"What're you doing, Lt. Commander?!" The mercenary demanded. "Go after them! Now!"

"Whoa! This is fast!" Luffy exclaimed, holding his hat. "This is a good wind!"

"Woohoo!" Venus cheered, now riding on the prow. "This is awesome!"

"Look at that, Luffy! The Marines are falling behind!" Usopp pointed out.

"Whoa!" Luffy turned, and saw he was right.

"Ha! You guys're slow turtles!" The sniper mocked.

The commander and mercenary watched in anger. "No good! We can't catch up!"

"A Marine fleet falling behind such a small ship?" The mercenary criticized. "Dimwit."

"A smaller ship has better mobility!" A Marine pointed out.

"I don't wanna hear excuses!"

"Lt. Commander, this ship will soon..." He was silent. "Lt. Commander..."

"I know!" He snapped. "Stop all the ships! Prepare to turn around!"

"Wait, Lt. Commander!" The mercenary stepped up. "Why are you stopping the ships?"

"If we keep going, we'll go into the Calm Belt!"

"So what? Go after them!"

"No!"

"You really don't appreciate the seriousness of this matter, do you?" He interrogated. "We can't lose that girl now. What're you going to say to Commodore Nelson?!"

"I'm prepared to take the punishment. I can't just sit by, and let this fleet and my subordinates be swallowed by the sea! No matter what you say, the chase ends here!"

"How... foolish..."

Usopp laughed in victory when the ships disappeared. "The Marines aren't following us! Did Captain Usopp scare the pants off them?"

"Amazing! Amazing!" Luffy rambled. "Just as you'd expect from our navigator!"

"Well done, Nami-san," Sanji swooned, "To think you detected such a wind beforehand."

"Well, it was like an instinct, though," Nami said modestly.

"Oh, Nami-san is lovely when she's humble too."

"Well then, shall we head straight to Warship Island?" Luffy suggested.

"Really?!" Apis beamed.

"Yeah, really."

"Okay then!" Usopp exclaimed. "To Warship Island, let's... go!!"

Through the excitement, Zoro was silently observing the area. Something felt... off. Why weren't the flags moving? Or the sails? "What's wrong, Zoro?" Nami asked. "You've had a serious look on your face for a while." Venus looked back from the prow.

"Well, I hope it's just my imagination."

"What is?"

"I feel like this ship hasn't been moving at all for a while."

"Y'know what, you're right," Venus agreed, "There's no breeze whatsoever."

There was a long pause between them. "What?" Nami noticed the sail at a complete standstill. "Come to think of it, the sail isn't catching any wind at all..."

"The ocean's not moving either," Venus pointed out, "No waves; not even little ones."

A scream from Nami caught everyone else's attention. "What's wrong, Nami?" Luffy asked.

"Nami...-san?"

They all noticed her expression of terror. "Dammit... we've entered the Calm Belt!!"

#magical straw hat #one piece #one piece oc #tempeste g. venus #warship island #warship island arc

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doberbutts · 8 months ago

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I tend to go for the "treat it like it's glasses" method.

Everyone knows someone who wears glasses. Glasses are the most common disability aid in this part of the world and they are so common that wearing glasses is not considered disabling unless you have very extreme or uncommon eye/vision problems. No one outside of childish bullies and serious weirdos bothers people about wearing their glasses. It's just understood that some people wear glasses and that's normal and fine. If you're interested in the glasses- cool frames, different color lenses, etc then a conversation about them is generally kept respectful and nothing more than either curiosity or wanting to see if that would also be a fit for the asker's vision problems.

Similarly, Jewishness (and any religion, race, or culture imo but this is a post specifically about Jews) is treated like glasses for me. Oh you're Jewish? Okay cool. Oh that means I probably can't serve you pork so I'll keep that in mind next time we attend a potluck together, that way you have food you know you can eat. And I'll keep the dish simple and send you an ingredient list so you can verify if it's kosher enough to count as edible for you. Oh man it's Passover week, I'd offer you my homemade pretzels but I think you're not allowed to eat them right now. Oh my friend Vicki? Yeah we're not friends anymore she was being SUPER WEIRD about Orthodox Jews in NYC during the start of the pandemic and I thought it was sounding too antisemitic for me and so I told her that and she told me she was a proud antisemite so I blocked her. Yeah she has nice dogs but I'm not keeping an asshole like that around. Who does that???

[these are actual examples with names removed for privacy- if you spot a situation you recognize that is deliberate]

Anyway. I don't really signal it but I feel like if you spend enough time around me and hanging out in my friend group, you know. I don't tolerate bigotry of any sort and I WILL remove you from any friend group I have any amount of power in if you cross that line or if someone comes to me about your behavior. And if I don't have power then I just leave the friend group if the others won't believe me. My close friends have seen me do this enough times that they know I've got their backs. So it's not like I have legions of Jews flocking to be my friend or anything but also, I have had more than one Jewish person tell me straight up that they were pleasantly surprised by the way I treat them. Like it was nothing to accept their Jewishness.

Because it is nothing. It's like glasses. Okay you're Jewish? I will keep in mind a few things mentally when speaking to you like diet restrictions and religious references. I already keep an ear out for bigotry so that doesn't change. Otherwise it's w/e, let's go play Phasmophobia or watch a movie or go on a hike or whatever. Your value to me as a person doesn't change based on race, or religion, or culture, or ethnicity. Why should my behavior towards you change when you're still the same person I wanted to befriend?

genuine question, and i am genuinely interested in hearing people’s answers here — gentiles: what are some things you’ve done to make the spaces you inhabit, particularly the spaces you have authority in, safer for jews?

i get asked a lot by gentiles what they can do to help, so i figured i’d crowdsource some answers from folks who are already doing the work.

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chudleycanonficfest · 3 years ago

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Five Lies

Day 6, Story #2 is by @be11atrixthestrange

Author/Artist: be11atrixthestrange Pairing: Ron/Hermione Prompt: 5+1 Rating: M Trigger Warning(s) (if any): mentions of character death

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Five Lies Five times Ron lied to Hermione, and one time he told the truth

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-Year Four - The Common Room

Ron was thankful the common room was empty, because he needed a moment alone. He plopped down into an armchair by the fire, and breathed a heavy sigh. His throat felt tight, and his eyes stung with unshed tears. He didn't need a mirror to tell him that his face was as red as a beet; he could feel it.

Earlier in the Great Hall, Fleur had asked him to pass the bread, and he just stared at her. Like an idiot.

George's voice still echoed in his ear. "Ronniekins, aren't you going to say something?"

And then Fred had to make it worse. "He can't! He's too busy drooling."

It seemed that everyone followed suit and laughed at him, even Fleur, whose cheeks glowed pink, her expression full of amusement and pity.

Why did Fred and George always embarrass him? They also lost their cool around Fleur — it wasn't just Ron. None of the Weasley boys knew how to act around a Veela. Ron just wished he could control it better.

"Ron? Are you okay?"

Ron froze at the sound of Hermione's voice. He hadn't heard her come in. She took a seat in the armchair across from him, but he avoided her gaze, choosing to shake his head instead.

"They were just joking around, you know," she said. Her tone was sympathetic, and he realized that he didn't care that she almost caught him crying. She would never tell anyone.

"I wish they wouldn't," he said, the words escaping through gritted teeth.

"I know. It's not fair."

Ron could feel her intent gaze, and looked up to meet her eyes. He always liked her eyes. They were big and brown, but the specific shade changed all the time. In the firelight, they almost looked hazel. "Why do they always make fun of me?

Hermione shrugged. "They probably just think you fancy her."

Ron raised his eyebrows at her. "Who, Fleur?"

"Yes, Fleur. Who else?"

He did not fancy Fleur. He didn't even know her.

It was just her stupid Veela power that made him act like an idiot.

"Well, I don't fancy her. I don't fancy anyone." The phrase took a defensive tone, slipping from his lips without a second thought. As soon as he said it, he realized that it didn't even sound true.

"You really don't fancy anyone?" Something unrecognizable crossed her face. Surprise, maybe. Maybe Hermione really did think he fancied Fleur.

He looked her in the eye and wanted more than anything to tell her the truth, but it didn't feel like an option. The thought of telling Hermione that he did, in fact, fancy someone made him a thousand times more nervous than Fleur asking him to pass the bread.

"Really. I don't fancy anyone."

Hermione's eyes narrowed, almost as if she didn't believe him. "I'm going to go to bed," she said, before turning away and shuffling off toward the girls' dormitory.

Ron watched her walk away, confusion etched across his face. It felt like a premature end to their conversation. Maybe she knew he was lying?

He shook his head. It probably wasn't about him. It was possible she wasn't feeling well — she had been looking a little pale, anyway. With a shrug, Ron rose to his feet and started toward his own dormitory, hoping Hermione would feel better in the morning.

-Year Five- The Corridor

Ron never thought he'd look forward to Prefect rounds. He had assumed they'd be nothing but a chore, cutting into his valued free time, preventing him from getting down to the Quidditch pitch to practice. He thought he'd fall behind on homework by dedicating a certain number of hours each week to his duties, but it wasn't an issue at all.

As it turned out, he didn't mind the extra work. Patrolling the corridors at night was a nice reprieve from the stress of schoolwork, and it gave him a much-needed break from dealing with Harry's constant brooding.

It didn't hurt that he got to do it with Hermione. In fact, that's probably what made it most enjoyable. They hadn't spent much time together, just the two of them, in a long while. Not since Hogsmeade visits during their third year, and it was nice.

Ron noticed things about Hermione when they were alone, things he'd never have paid attention to otherwise. Like the way she ran her fingers along the wall when they turned a corner, like she was drawing a line in sand, or how she constantly tucked her hair behind her ears only for it to pop back out again.

He learned that she licked her lips right before she spoke, and that's how Ron knew she was about to interrupt him mid-conversation. It was infuriating when she did that, but he never wanted it to stop.

"What's left to check?" she asked, startling him.

"Oh, erm, just the seventh floor, I think," he said.

"Okay, let's go. Maybe we can finish rounds early."

She turned the corner, and Ron followed behind, watching her skip down the hall. Hermione seemed to like Prefect rounds too; he could tell by the bounce in her step. Everything about her seemed to be relaxed; her stride, her smile, and her overall demeanor. Her shirt hung loosely on her frame, as she'd released its top button, and her socks were pushed down to her ankles, as if even her clothes knew it was the end of the day.

He shouldn't be thinking about her clothes. That was dangerous territory.

Ron cleared his throat. "Yeah, that would be fun. Could always use more free time."

"Or, you could use the extra time to get ahead on McGonagall's essay," she teased, smiling back at him. His neck felt hot.

"Only if you help me."

"Of course," she said. "Homework is more fun when we do it together."

"I agree."

Ron was beside her now, and he stole another glance in her direction. Her face was flushed; it was warm on the higher floors, and her skin glowed from a light sheen of sweat. How had he never noticed that she had a few scattered freckles on her nose?

"Why do you keep doing that?" she asked. Her eyes were on him now, and he felt the warmth in his neck spreading.

"Doing what?" he asked, his tone defensive.

"You're staring at me!"

"I"m no—"

"Yes, you keep doing it," she argued. Although her cheeks were rosy and her eyes narrowed, she wore a faint smirk and didn't seem to be angry. She was just teasing him.

He kind of liked it.

"Well, if you must know, you have something on your cheek," he lied.

"I do?" asked Hermione as she wiped her face with her sleeve. "Did I get it?"

"No, let me try."

Hermione paused and took a step closer to him. He reached a hand up to her face to cup it and brushed a thumb across her cheek, trying to ignore the tidal wave that crashed in his stomach at the contact. Her skin was so soft.

He couldn't let his hand linger on her face without attracting suspicion, so with great effort, he let it drop to his side.

"Is it gone?"

"Um. Yeah."

She pressed a hand to her cheek. "What was it?"

Nothing. "Not sure," he said.

"Hmm," shrugged Hermione. "Well, thank you!" She turned to skip back down the hallway, a few strides in front of Ron.

"No problem," muttered Ron.

He could still feel a tingle on his thumb, the memory of her soft skin still fresh on his mind. He watched her run ahead of him, trying not to think too hard about the way her hair bounced or her skirt fluttered with each stride, because it was maddening.

He groaned. As maddening as it was, he hoped that would never stop. That way, he could keep it on the list of reasons to look forward to Prefect rounds.

-Year Six- The Courtyard

Finally, Ron was alone on a bench in the courtyard, having just convinced Lavender to let him be so he could "study". In reality, he just needed some space.

He liked her enough, but being with Lavender wasn't what he had imagined having a girlfriend to be like. It was nothing like being friends with a girl, at least from his limited experience. All Lavender wanted to do was snog, and Ron missed having someone to talk to, tease, and argue with.

Truth was, he missed Hermione. But unfortunately, she wanted nothing to do with him. She made that perfectly clear in the form of a flock of canaries, and he still had the scabs to remind him.

Ron closed his eyes and was enjoying the silence when the most unexpected voice pulled him back to the present.

"Hey."

His eyes snapped open to see Hermione standing there, right in front of him. Think of the devil.

"Hey." His response just spilled out of his mouth, and it didn't take on the angry tone he had intended. He sounded almost excited to see her.

Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. "Ron, can I talk to you?"

Ron cleared his throat and asked in his most stoic tone, "Promise not to attack me again?"

"I promise."

"Then go on," he said, crossing his arms across his chest so Hermione could get a full view of his scars.

"I'm— I'm sorry about that." She motioned to his arms, and her eyes watered with tears.

"I know you are."

She averted her eyes and licked her lips before continuing. "I was jealous, and it wasn't fair. I hope you can forgive me someday."

She continued to stare intently toward the ground as her cheeks brightened, and Ron resisted a smile.

"You were jealous?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her. He kept his face neutral, but he couldn't lie — it was a nice thing to hear. He just wished he heard it sooner.

Hermione nodded and finally met his gaze. "I was."

Her eyes were strikingly dark and deep, a fact he'd always appreciated, but had forgotten over the last few weeks. He could stare at them for hours, but he willed himself not to fall under their spell. "Why didn't you talk to me instead of turning birds on me?"

Everything would have been so much easier.

"That's why I'm talking to you now."

"Well, it's too bloody late. I'm with Lavender," he said, unsure who he was trying to convince.

"I know it's too late. I just wanted you to know."

It seemed like an eternity that they stood there in silence, neither wanting to continue the conversation nor feeling like it was over.

Hermione was the first to break the silence. "Are you happy with her?"

And how the hell was he supposed to answer that?

Ron was thrilled Lavender wanted to be with him. She wanted to kiss him, hold his hand in public, and call him her boyfriend. What wasn't to love? He should be happy with her, she was almost everything he had ever wanted.

That, and he'd be an ungrateful arse if he said no. "Yeah. I am."

She nodded solemnly, and Ron swore he could see her eyes glisten with tears. "Then I'll try to be happy for you too," she said, her voice cracking.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. It wouldn't have mattered anyway because Hermione had already turned her back to him and was walking away. He watched until she turned the corner, trying to convince himself that he had told her the truth.

-Year Seven- The Tent

Rain pounded against the canvas tent, and the way the sound echoed through the air made the space feel hollow and empty. Ron could feel the weight of the locket around his neck, its chain digging into his skin. It felt almost like icy fingers clutching his throat, threatening to squeeze should he try to ignore it. He didn't think he could ignore it, even if he tried. The cold metal against his skin paired with its threatening voice inside his head almost commanded more attention than the slowly healing wound on his shoulder.

Ron was lying on his cot, covered in blankets that seemed to do nothing to keep him warm. He could hear Hermione flipping through a book across the room in her own bed, probably just as cold as he was.

"How's your shoulder?" she asked. To Ron, her voice sounded full of both pity and impatience, as if her real question was why he hadn't healed yet. What was taking him so long?

She doesn't actually care about your shoulder.

"It's fine," he snapped back.

He could feel the tension in the pause that followed, and even though he wasn't looking at her, he could imagine her jaw clenching, her cheeks reddening, and her eyes rolling.

"You don't need anything?" she eventually asked, her tone stiff and controlled.

Listen to her. She thinks you're pathetic. Needy. It disgusts her.

Instead of answering, Ron just shook his head. He knew she was watching him because he could feel her big brown eyes boring into him.

"Okay then."

He heard her book close, then the sound of her sliding out of bed. Ron turned to look just as she bent down to rummage through her bag. She faced her back to him, and Ron could make out the shape of her bum through her sweatpants. It sent a pang of longing through his entire body, and the locket wasted no time latching on to the opportunity to harass him further.

Go ahead and look, but don't kid yourself; you'll never touch.

He averted his eyes when she stood up.

"What are you doing, then?" she asked, now clutching a different stack of books under her arm.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" she chirped. Her voice wavered as she lost control of keeping it neutral. "You know we have horcruxes to find."

She narrowed her eyes, and her cheeks ignited with red. Her hair seemed to expand and swarm her head. It wasn't just anger that did that to her. She looked electric whenever her passion was kindled, whether due to anger, schoolwork, elf-rights, or him.

He could rile her up, and Merlin, did he enjoy doing it. He was always up for helping her unleash that stored up tension through an argument. Often he wondered how else he could help her find that release. A few ideas came to mind.

Never going to happen.

"Are you seriously angry at me?" he asked, his tone sharp and scathing.

"You know what? Yeah, I am," she launched back.

"Well, sorry I'm injured, Hermione," he laughed, now sitting up in bed. "Let's not forget that you're the one who got me splinched."

"And let's not forget that I'm doing everything I can to help you heal."

She thinks you're a burden. A waste of her time.

"Okay, then stop complaining about me not doing anything when you know I can't."

Hermione crossed her arms and took a step closer. Ron willed himself to keep his eyes on her face, even though her shirt was too big, so the sleeves fell off her shoulder, and there was a patch of exposed skin above her waistband, reminding Ron of how soft her skin was. It had been so long since he touched her.

"Then stop staring at me like that," she said. "I can't tell if you're mad at me or if you want me to do something for you, and honestly, I'm kind of sick of cooking you dinner and not even hearing a thank you."

Don't you dare give her the satisfaction of apologizing.

"Seriously, what do you want from me?" she continued.

What a loaded question. Ron wanted everything from her — her time, her attention, and her body. When she removed his shirt to check his wound, he wanted her to remove his trousers too. He wanted her to crawl in bed with him and let him take her clothes off, piece by piece. He wanted to be strong enough to hold himself up so she could slide underneath him and wrap her legs around his hips. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, shag her, and then hold her afterward, fall asleep together, and wake up entangled with her.

Too bad she doesn't want you back.

"I don't want anything from you."

She softened her stare and took a step back. Maybe he was reading too much into her expression, but Ron could have sworn he saw a flash of disappointment on her face, as if she hoped there would be something he wanted from her.

You're imagining that.

"Good," she said, unknowingly confirming the locket's taunt, before turning away and leaving him there, in his bed, cold and alone.

-Year Seven- Shell Cottage

Although Ron might have looked peaceful and serene sitting so still, his mind was anything but calm. He closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the armchair, trying his best to fall asleep, but he was far from tired. His back ached, and he longed to get up and move, but it wasn't worth leaving Hermione's side.

It felt like he had been waiting days for her to wake up, and in that time, he had imagined the worst.

For one, he feared that she might not wake up at all, ever, and the empty hole that her screams had carved within him would be there for the rest of his life, like a scar across his heart.

Two, that she might wake up but never be the same, just like Neville's parents. Maybe she wouldn't remember him. Maybe she would, but she wouldn't understand when he told her he loved her.

And three, that she'd awake with clarity, forever haunted by the memory of what happened to her. Maybe she'd associate her trauma with the magical world, or with Ron himself, and she'd leave it all behind. He'd support her, of course, and he'd be thrilled she was okay, but he wouldn't be okay. He wasn't okay.

So he sat there, looking peaceful but panicking internally. He had no idea what to expect when and if Hermione woke up.

He was utterly shocked when she spoke to him.

"Hi, Ron," her voice snapped his eyes open. She was watching him, even smiling at him. For a moment, he thought he was dreaming.

She chuckled when he pinched himself.

"Oh, thank Merlin you're awake," he said when his pinch did nothing.

"Did you sleep here?"

"Yeah. I hope that's okay," he said, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

"Have you left my side?" she asked, her eyes wide, questioning yet knowing.

He shook his head no, and his cheeks grew hot.

"Thank you," she whispered.

He smiled at her, and she smiled back. There was something so innocent about the interaction; it felt like they were just kids nervously admitting a crush. Her hand was lying on the edge of the bed, inches from his, and he didn't hesitate to reach for it and intertwine their fingers. She squeezed his hand back, although weakly, and he ran his thumb across her skin. Even bloodied and scarred, her skin was as soft as he remembered.

"I'm so glad you're okay," he said.

"Me too."

"Are you in pain?"

She nodded. "A little."

"I can have Fleur bring up some pain potion."

"Yeah, but not yet."

"In a bit, then."

They shared a look, an acknowledgement that they were alone, and pain potion could wait. Neither felt the need to give it words, they were awful with words, the king and queen of miscommunication, but there was nothing to misinterpret in a simple look.

"Can I hug you? Gently, of course."

Hermione nodded, and Ron inched forward on his chair to wrap his arms around her. Her head nestled into his shoulder, and he buried his face in her hair.

"How's Harry?" she asked, her voice muffled by his shoulder.

"He's fine," Ron answered. "Worried about you, of course."

She nodded. "And you?"

"What about me?"

"Are you okay?"

Ron sighed and pulled her closer. Was he okay? He had a few cuts and bruises, but that was nothing compared to his emotional toll. He helplessly listened to Bellatrix torture the woman he loved, hadn't slept since they arrived at Shell Cottage, and had spent days fearing she'd be gone. In those days, he learned exactly how much was at stake. He could still lose her.

He wasn't okay.

"Yes, I'm okay," he muttered, hoping that it would be true soon enough.

-After The Battle-

The Treehouse

Ron didn't mind the quiet of the treehouse; it was much better than the silence of the Burrow. At least the treehouse was supposed to be that way. He was leaning over the edge, forearms on a wooden beam, and through the leaves, he could make out the tall, lopsided house he called home. Before now, the Burrow always looked like it was bursting at the seams, about to collapse from the energy inside. His mum would say it was magic that held it together, not carpentry, but now it didn't matter. It seemed empty, and the magic was gone.

The treehouse was where Ron would always come when he needed to be alone. With six siblings, there was always someone yelling, laughing or crying. But not with five. Even though there were so many people back in the house, it was still too quiet. No one knew what to say, so they said nothing. Fred wouldn't have wanted that.

"Hi."

Ron startled at the voice. He had been too lost in his thoughts to hear anyone approaching but instantly relaxed when Hermione stepped up beside him, shoulder to shoulder. He smiled; in the days following Fred's death, Hermione was the only one who could elicit that reaction from him.

"I brought you something," she said.

He looked down at her hand to see that she was holding a plate of food — Mum's shepherd's pie, treacle tart, and pumpkin juice.

"Thank you, Hermione," he said as she handed him the plate. "I didn't want to go inside and talk to people."

"I know."

Ron turned away from the edge and slid to a seat, resting the plate on his lap. Hermione settled in beside him. "How'd you know where I was?"

She leaned her head against his shoulder. "I had a hunch."

Ron thought back to the last time they had been in the treehouse together — the previous summer before Harry arrived. He didn't even remember the first time he brought her here, but through all those summers, the treehouse became a place where they could just be. They could do whatever they wanted here, yet not once had she rested her head on his shoulder.

He looped his free arm around her, encouraging her to lean in, and pressed a kiss to her hair. He had always wanted to do that, and it was so strange to be able to now. If the circumstances were better, he'd like to do so much more.

"Will you stay?" he asked.

"As long as you need me to."

The longer they sat there in comfortable silence, leaning against one another and eating from the same plate, the more he wished they could just stay there forever. It was the perfect place to hide from his grief.

Maybe he shouldn't be hiding from grief, but the pain of Fred's loss only accentuated what he felt for Hermione. It was about time he had something to be happy about, even if that happiness was confined within the walls of the treehouse. After all, he had a feeling that the reality of Fred's death would hit him like a ton of bricks as soon as he left.

So maybe he'd just stay.

"What's on your mind?" asked Hermione.

She was on his mind but based on her smirk, she knew that. He must have been staring at her. That had been happening a lot lately.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Of course."

He'd never told her how he felt, but he was in the treehouse, where everything was perfect, and nothing could go wrong. Now was as good a time as any.

"I'm thinking about how much I love you."

She met his gaze and he watched those warm brown eyes grow wide. "Really?"

"Yes," he said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You don't have to say it back, I know it's soon—"

"I love you too," she interrupted, leaning her head against his hand. "Always have."

Even though a world of mourning awaited Ron outside of the treehouse, he couldn't help but smile. Hermione could do that for him; she was just like the magic that once held his house together.

"Brilliant," he said as he leaned in for a kiss, one that she happily returned.

He loved that they could do this now.

It was an odd feeling, being so genuinely elated and grief-stricken at the same time, but he simply couldn't feel any other way; it was the truth. And at this point, if anyone deserved the truth, it was Hermione.

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"Dude" — Bakugou Katsuki x Reader.

Summary: Your former bully, Midori, has confessed her undying love for one of the most famous guys at U.A.; you're just venting gossiping about it with Mei, not knowing Bakugou Katsuki is right around the corner, listening;

Warnings: None. Well, Bakugou Katsuki having various anger induced strokes > the normal > no warnings; light crackfic? subtle ending;

Word count: 4.5k;

[ Part 2 ];

"She confessed to him." You grinned, throwing a bunch of fries into your mouth like the absolute animal you were.

Mei on the other hand continued her work on whatever in the world her new prototype, or "baby", was. Still, you had the honor of having half of her attention, which was a compliment to say at least.

She just smiled, shaking her head, leading you to continue, not knowing a blond was quite literally behind the corner, just outside the door leading to the support department, frown on his face.

"She came to class giggling like an idiot saying she's got a plan." You made a face into the distance, remembering your classmate's obnoxious squeal. "Ugh, she started telling the Divas how she's gonna have The Bakugou Katsuki in the bag." An ugly snort left your body, which earned an amused chuckle from Mei.

Both of you were pretty well known to be very good friends, and as much as you hated to admit it, you were both quite the social pariahs too. She was a little bit strange or weird, as some called her, but not for a single second she cared, which was the reason you admired the girl so much in the first place. Meanwhile you've taken the role of the bitch of the whole school by far. Sadly, you were placed in the same class as your archenemy, only increasing your chances of being called said endearing term.

Middle-school was a nightmare to say at least, getting bullied for your looks, the way you spoke or dressed, anything really as long as you were the one being mocked. And who was the one doing the bullying? Midori. Stunning, graceful, baby-faced Midori. Petite yet elegant, a devil in disguise. Whoever crossed her path suffered her malice unless she had something to gain from them.

And now, sweet Midori was in the U.A.'s General Studies, coinciding with you in the majority but not all classes. It had to do with the tragedy that your quirk was so rare that the principal Nezu had to adjust a new schedule just for you. Just kidding, it was amazing. The actual tragedy was seeing her face every day.

Back to your heartbreaking backstory and origin; time made you tough, comments made you build a wall so tall and thick nobody could crumble it. Backstab after backstab made you learn that not everyone has good intentions, but in your loneliness you found Hatsume Mei. So honest and dedicated, so raw and passionate. A good person. The type of person your parents promised you'd someway cross paths with and gain such a strong friendship that nothing could tear it apart.

Becoming friends with her was easy, kinda. It took snapping back at Midori when she started her normal bullying routine on Mei, which ignored it without a care. You stepped in and the rest is history. It did feel good though, calling her a pathetic bitch before turning to the stranger with a cool gadget in her hands to compliment it. And, since she's a sucker for her babies, you had to deal with an hour of sparkly eyes and monologues about her plans and prototypes.

Funny girl, Mei. You remember thinking but the following day you passed by her usual spot to fill your curiosity, asking if she did solve the problem she was complaining about.

"He was the one she was planning to ask out?" She screamed at you, head inside a giant metal gauntlet and the reason you two started talking about said man in particular. News were extra-fresh anyway.

"Oh, yeah!" You shook your head, ashamed to exist in the same general proximity as a person like your former bully. "He's gonna be so rich and famous!" A high pitched squeal left your mouth as you tried to copy her voice. "Poor fucking guy, if only he knew."

"But people know she's a bitch!" She screamed again, repairing or adjusting something with almost all of her body inside the gauntlet. A smile, genuine and soft this time, formed on your face. The pink-haired girl wasn't one to talk bad about others or even care, but it was clear she wasn't particularly fond with Midori either, although the conversation was more for you to vent rather than gossip. Sure it was.

"Like the people from the Hero Department even care about us, the commoners." With a roll of the eyes, you followed. "If he's smart, he'll run away. If he's an asshole, he could use her too."

"What do you mean?" Pink flocks of hair suddently submerged from the gadget, eyes curious zooming on you. That probably got more than 50% of her attention and it was a new personal goal while she was at the workshop.

With shrugged shoulders, your answer came nonchalant. "He could date her and dump her like she's nothing. Would serve her right for all the shit she's talking about him." But the only response you got was a short quizzical look, followed by your exagerated sigh. "She's talking shit about him constantly, but then says he's hot and that his personality doesn't matter anyway. Money, fame, looks. She has a whole fucking life-plan! Then calls him a rabid dog!"

"Woah—" that surprised her.

"Woah indeed! Insane. It's insane. I don't know the guy but no one deserves that shit." When you got no response, you continued your speech, munching in the food with passionate hunger, words coming out almost indistinguishable. "Doubt he'd play her though. He looks like a smart guy. I've seen the Sports Festival—" you picked up your burger, giving it heart eyes. "—and I've seen the news. He's probably a good guy too, the issue is people don't see that and... Well, I understand what's it to be judged... Not many have what it takes to be a real hero but he does. Hope he finds happiness in life." Much talk for someone that doesn't know shit about the guy in particular, but even so faint, your gut instinct was trained well enough to spot malice and he lacked that. "And a therapist." And there's the little shit in you that had to drop a cheeky comment.

Mei's gaze turned downwards and even if you could see her brain do mental gymnastics to solve whatever problem she had in front of her super-eyes, she also contemplated your words with great care.

"He comes here from time to time—" she grins, smacking the grenade looking gauntlet with her weird utensil. "I noticed you two are similar." Your face twisted, eyes wide towards the girl.

Similar how? He was loud, bold with a foul mouth, definitely needed a therapist for those unresolved anger issues... But he was also bright as in whenever he went, people looked in his direction, like he shined; obviously strong, also from what you've heard smart, popular, lucky to be surrounded by kind people. Example being that very nice pink girl that had a joyous conversation with you the very first day of school and, much to your surprise, continued greeting and having sweet small talks with you every single time you saw each other. Or the blond haired guy that showed off a little bit too much and made dumb flirty comments with no bad intentions, the same blond that waved at you with enthusiasm when you'd cross paths. There was the red-head, Kirishima, that was an absolute gentleman, opening doors for you even if you had two functioning hands and smiled so bright it made your corneas burn, or also the dark haired guy, Sero, that you've seen helping literally anyone in need around the school campus with an easy going attitude and gentle grins. Bakugou Katsuki was surrounded by good people, good heroes just as amazing as him and if they liked him, he must've definitely had some good in him, right? Another point appeared in your mental presentation about the brash hero in the making was that he was way too attractive but the wise burried deep inside of you made that particular point dissappear. No need to think about that. Overall you weren't even remotely similar. Not even close. Two completely different human beings from two completely different worlds that would never collide. With that being said, there was the small chance that Mei hinted for you to get a therapist too, who knows.

"How even—"

"I mean!" She screwed something in place. "I mean in your— determination?"

"I wouldn't know that." You muttered.

"He screams I'm gonna be the best every time he's here—"

"Cute..." You vomit that endearment without thinking, but thankfully it got ignored.

"—and it always reminds me of you." A small chuckle left your mouth.

"Don't make fun of me."

"You say it too~"

"I just heal, Mei, it's not the same." Principal Nezu's speech, the speech he gave your parents months into the first year as they found themselves aware of your power made you hold your words. You had it in you. The potential. If incredible people like your teachers, like Shuzenji Chiyo or Principal Nezu twisted things around for your quirk, for how rare and powerful it is, you'd accept it.

"But you're gonna be the best healer ever, aren't you?" She taunted.

"Of course. Which reminds me—!"

"Hmm?" Her attention faded away slightly, but it wasn't a problem.

She cheered, both at you and at her finished masterpiece and proceeded to eat too, passing through the lunch hour without interruption.

"Recovery Girl is putting me on active duty at the infirmary from now on. Finally!"

Innocent pale purple eyes stared into deep crimson ones, furrowed brows covering them.

—

Bakugou Katsuki wasn't one to enjoy being annoyed or surprised and this extra managed to make him feel both things in a short notice.

Everyone around him froze in fear or wonder, awaiting his response without breathing or moving an inch. Meanwhile Whoever-she-was held a pink envelope in front of him, a perfume too sweet coming from it making him want to literally gag in the spot.

Another thing the boy did not appreciate was to have someone bullshit him. His senses were telling him to back off, alarms ringing in his head and those purple eyes held hidden intentions; he wasn't having any of it.

"Fuck off." He snapped, yet his stance was casual as he refused to move out of her way since she was the one that had the audacity to run into him.

Some gasps, even coming from his so-called idiotic friends, could be heard and an indignant Bakubro behind him as he got slapped in the shoulder but he did not care. Not until her lips started to tremble as she retreated her confession letter towards her chest dramatically. His eyebrow started to twitch at the sight.

It was a spectacle for anyone surrounding him.

"What's going on?" Shushes and whispers.

"Bakugou Katsuki just got a confession!" Gossip.

"What!? Who?!" Confusion.

"You said Bakugou Katsuki?!" Shock.

"Oh, she's pretty!" Awe.

"He told her to Fuck off! What an asshole!" Outrage.

"Is that Midori?" Surprise.

"The nerve—" Anger.

"Midori from—" Disbelief.

"Oh, my God, she's really doing it~!" Giggles.

He frowned deeper. If people were to talk about him, they should be talking about all the crap he's been doing and all the lives he saved, not because of a fake bimbo decided to cross his path.

Bakugou wasn't stupid either. With time he knew these things would eventually come in his direction, stuff he'd have to deal with in the future as fame would take over, but not now. He did not have time to entertain this show anyway.

There was only one destination in his mind and she was keeping him in the middle of the whole school cafeteria with prying eyes on them both.

"Bakugou, do something, she's about to cry!" Dunce Face harshly whispered, but turned towards the white haired girl that looked devastated in front of them. "Ignore him! Ask me out, I would never make you cry!"

He rolled his eyes so back in his head it almost hurt. With a need to hurl the food he just ate, he made a step to leave the scene but small hands with claw-like fingernails gripped his arm and he looked at her in utter disgust.

"No, I would never! He—" she sniffled but had no tears in her eyes. He gave her a scowl, trying to take his arm out of her grip but she scratched him in place with her tiny rat hands. "You're the one I love! I—" her bangs covered her face as she continued her show.

"Bakugou! Dude! Do something!" Shitty Hair said, his dumb and blind trust in people buying the act. A vein almost popped on Bakugou's forehead.

"I fucking said—" he pulled his arm so hard she fell on her knees by his side. "Fuck. Off."

Another set of gasps filled the room.

"Bakugou!"

One thing he did not want, even if he could tell it was a foul theater, was to hurt somebody. His asshole act ended at that but his pride stopped him from saying anything.

Glancing to see if she's hurt, Pink Idiot was by her side, helping her up and asking way too many fucking questions.

"No, I'm fine..." she said with such a meek voice he scoffed, also hearing all the shit everyone around him was talking.

"He's such a brute."

"What a mean guy—"

"She's crying!"

"Fucking asshole."

He gritted his teeth.

After the disaster with the League of Villains in the first year, people started to respect him for who he was yet one single, minuscule shit like this and they were all at his jugular.

"I took Bakugou-san by surprise." She excused his behavior to Ashido, which then suggested they should eat lunch together sometimes to make up for the trouble after apologizing in his behalf.

"Yeah, we'd love to have you around! Isn't that right, Bakugou?" The apologetic and almost pleading voice of his blond friend, if he ever was going to call him that anymore, just made him bare his teeth. If they wanted to get played like fools it was their problem, not his.

And that's how he found himself eavesdropping on the weirdo and an extra.

And with a single "Whatever." he left the cafeteria, going to check if his gauntlets were ready, annoyance oozing off him, making the sea of people part from his path. Except he didn't notice you rushing away a little bit in front of him, holding a bag of food, all amused.

Why the fuck was everyone talking about him? Can't they fucking keep his pretty name outta their mouths? With time and without finding a reason why the hell he was glued in place, he listened attentively, his suspicions confirmed and his ego hurt, but whoever was talking about him calmed his nerves a lot. He just needed to put a face to that voice. Just to see who's gossiping about him, nothing else.

—

With a full belly and a whole afternoon to study by Recovery Girl's side, you marched towards the infirmary after you bid your farewell to Mei. There was still time to walk around, grab something sweet for later and save any poor soul that Midori decided to sink her teeth in. It was common at this point, you getting in between her and her victims and taking the hit, yet somehow also being called a bitch by everyone. That's how high-school worked. She did have friends and they spread any word she spat. Vultures.

It was fine though. Hero [Y/N] is there to save the day no matter what. You scoffed at your own stupidity, turning the corner just to step on a leg that was sprawled on the floor.

He clicked his tongue, getting up with no worry in the world, but made no action to leave, settling for observing and analyzing you way too intensely.

"Watch where the fuck you're going, idiot." The man of the hour, the guy you've defended in front of your friend just screamed at you as he dusted off the imprint of your shoe left on his pants. Meanwhile you just paled in place before regaining your composture.

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" You said, tilting your head with a frown, already knowing you will not apologize.

Unimpressed by what was going on, even if you truly couldn't point out what really was going on, you made an attempt to move past him towards the vending machines not far behind, but he caught your arm in a firm grip.

You blinked stupidly at the skin contact.

"Heard you were talkin' shit."

Your stomach dropped. Legs almost gave up too if it weren't for his iron grip holding you still. In the silence and at the satisfaction of the reaction you let out, he smirked and raised his chin, only Mei's singing voice coming from her workshop could be heard. Realization hit you. Hit you? Bitchslapped you in the face and left a mark for sure, because your cheeks started feeling heated, tingly.

He dragged you away, maybe to have the privacy to murder you in peace, but your common sense kicked in and you came back from the land of the mortified.

Much like he did before, action you saw with your two own eyes and repeated, you pulled out of his strong grip and stared as he turned towards you, mouth already opened to probably eat you alive.

"I wasn't talking shit about you, dude." You quickly spoke first.

"You don't fucking know me." He growled back, taking a step towards you but like hell you'd back down.

"Don't need to be besties to say what I said." Without understanding why he was so agitated, the only thing left to do after this beautiful turn of events was to defend the honor remaining in you, so you raised your chin to be at par with him. The action clearly took him by surprise, making him glare more, if even possible.

"I don't fucking appreciate when extras talk about me behind my back!"

"I don't give a shit what you appreciate, dude." Your laugh was the complete opposite of his menacing loud voice, like ying and yang.

"Bakugou, the name's fucking Bakugou, you extra!" Bakugou recovered quickly at your snappy self, getting more bothered as you talked.

"Okay, dude." His hands fisted, shaking in place as he stared you down but did not continue.

Silence; the hallway was now filled with silence as he boiled in his own anger and as you raised your brows in confusion. Now what? Was it time to leave? You've never met anyone like him, this was peculiar—

"NOW IT'S WHEN YOU FUCKING TELL ME YOUR SHITTY NAME, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!"

A second passes; two; at the third you're wheezing your lungs out, laughing at the ridiculousness of the scenario.

"What the fuck are you LAUGHING AT?!" His voice got louder just to top your howling. You did not expect that.

Through a sigh, regaining your breath, you say "It's [L/N] [Y/N].", seeing him retreat in his form and cross his arms. He was still seizing you up.

"If you have shit to say to me, say it to my fucking face, understood?"

"I—... Say what now?"

"I—." He copied in a mock, getting an incredulous look from you. "You stupid or what?" Your upper lip lifted, ready to cuss him to infinity and beyond but he continued. "Like about that bitch from before and shit—" even if he still was loud, he placed his hands in his pockets and looked more interested in the way the tiles on the wall were placed instead of your person. "An' like you told the weirdo—"

No time to be shocked at the implied; his last word enraged you, making your body shake with rage. "Don't fucking dare to call her a weirdo ever again."

Like a challenge, he snapped his face back at you, ready to take it.

"Or what?"

"Listen here, fucker—" now that was a nice surprised face he was pulling. "Just because I gave you a pat on the back in there doesn't mean you can disrespect people just because you think you're the shit. You're not. Now get out of my fucking way." With a final push to his shoulder, your mind was focused on going to the infirmary, steam almost coming out of your nostrils.

"Hey, extra!"

Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him. went through your mind, marching away without a glance back. Not until—

"[L/N]! You're a healer, hah?" That's interesting. He stood where you left him, watching.

"What's it to you?"

Someone sane would've left at your tone but this guy walked towards you then showed you his arms, recently scratched. Images came back to you about the cafeteria incident but did not underst—... did he want to get healed?

You scoffed.

"They're scratches, dude."

"They annoy me. Now heal." All the energy you had left in your body was channeled towards the slow blink you threw at him, at which he scoffed. But they did look nasty— and Midori did them. It was a curse by itself to look down at your own arms and remember that face, so the guardian angel in you decided to take control and be the better person.

Gentle fingers barely tapped his muscular arm. Smile crept up on your lips, feeling absolutely delighted at his obvious stiffness at the skin contact and the clear interest in his eyes, specially when the scratches started disappearing into nothing, leaving smooth silk skin under.

"Hey— Wha— Where the fuck do you think you're going?!" raspy voice got lost in the distance and one thought in your head.

"Want a lollipop for being a good patient too?" You mock and his face explodes in all shapes of red. It would've been great to mock him more, enthralled by his reactions, but with that you turned and left, ignoring the tingling under your fingers that should not be there and your stomping heart.

Did he wait all the lunchbreak to talk to you?

—

A long queue was ahead of you, earning the longest sigh out of your lungs. Life was pain sometimes. Mei couldn't hang out, food was too far away, the delicious croissants Lunch Rush made ran out as far as you could see. Pain. Just pure pain.

And disappointment. When you walked away with your food in a bag, maybe to sit under a tree and enjoy some peace and quiet, you saw her. Midori sitting at a table you did not expect. At the same table where Ashido Mina, Denki Kaminari, Kirishima Eijirou and Hanta Sero sat at. Good people. Honest, good people about to get bitten by a snake. If she was there, then Bakugou decided—

"You. Sit."

Thinking about the boy somehow summoned him behind you. Food in hand and bored expression on his face, he passed you not without giving you a stink eye. Indeed, disappointment.

You shrugged, trying not to pay much attention to the pang in your heart as you moved forward, but a voice— his voice stopped you in your tracks.

"You. Get the fuck out of my face." His growl made everyone around him turn to watch, you being one of them. There was no excuse to what came next, no way to run away past it and dissappear. He nodded his head at you out of all people and pointed at the seat still occupied by Midori; her purple eyes big, shocked, running between your frame and the blond's.

Do you know what it felt to be put in the spotlight without warning? Well, congratulations because that was your life now.

"Ba—Bakugou-san?" Her voice, now highed up and meek followed, then a small scream as Bakugou slammed his food on the table. His friends sat there, wide-eyed, but made no attempt to interrupt.

"Did I fucking stutter, bitch? Or want me to turn into a rabid dog for fucking real?"

You choked on your own spit, bag of goodies about to drop on the floor once you saw her horrified face. She knew that he knew. And when her pale eyes, filled with sudden malice, act dropped, turned to you it's when you realized she figured out where he found out from.

Not like you cared, really, but the little shit that always had to poke out every time she was in the same room as you decided to finally show up, making you wave and send her a wink.

"I said MOVE!" now— that growl, raspy and filled with anger startled her. The orange juice in her hands spilled all over her uniform and woke her up from whatever delusion she was in. With zero time to reconsider, every belonging of hers was picked up with trembling hands and she ran away to her group of cockroaches.

A smile was already settled on your face; your brain was storing that whole interaction deep within, ready to bring it back up whenever you needed a good laugh.

Life was pain and disappointment, you say? No. Life was great. Or more importantly, Bakugou was. Not like he needed to know. But he was a decent guy as he proved—

"THE FUCK YOU STANDING THERE LIKE A DUMBASS?! I SAID SIT!" —to be a pain in the fucking ass and the bane of your existence.

You gave him a face then turned to walk away, even rushing more when you heard his chair screeching on the floor. The exit was so close, so near, freedom never felt this great, the sunlight kissing your skin giving you a new hope to live. But not for long because he grabbed your hand and started dragging you towards his table.

Your hand was in his hand and he was dragging you—

Your hand— his big, warm, a little bit sweaty hand—

How could you ruin such a beautiful moment? Eyes on you two, shocked, silence, his adorable red ears being the only thing you could see as he was completely in front of you, still dragging you towards his friends...

"Did you wait all lunchbreak yesterday to talk to me?" You collided into him as you finished the sentence, his way taller form stiffened so much you felt you single-handedly broke Bakugou Katsuki for good.

But when he turned... Oh, when he turned. Biggest deer-caught-in-the-headlights eyes you've ever seen on anyone, cheeks painted so red you almost melted in the spot, lips trembling as his head worked a thousand miles per second just to find a retort. And you prepared yourself for—

"NO, I FUCKING DIDN'T! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, YOU FUCKING EXTRA? I'D NEVER WAIT FOR SOMEONE LIKE YO— ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!" Mina's waving hand caught your attention and smiled at her. Your hand was still in his, gripped harshly as he still hasn't noticed it's still there.

"Hey! [L/N], long time no see!" She cheered, ignoring the living shit out of her screaming friend, like she's used to it.

"FUCKING LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU—"

"Hey, chill, dude. Now let go of my hand, I wanna talk to Ashido." You smiled sweetly, making extra effort to wave your linked hands arond until he finally noticed. He zapped his hand away so fast, like he's been bitten by a wild animal. Maybe even a rabid dog, if you will.

You couldn't ignore your own flustered state as you walked past him, giving him a one up, adding the absolute scandalized face he had into the back of your mind for safekeeping.

"Come sit with us!" The pinkette offered.

"Oh, hey, I know you! You're by Hatsume's workshop all the time!" Kirishima intervened with a surprised face that broke into a grin. "Nice to officially meet—"

"I fucking said." he appeared, sitting in front of you. "My name's Bakugou."

"Ok, dude, but I'm talking to someon—"

"BAKUGOU KATSUKI!" Could be heard from the stratosphere.

Note: I just realized Midori means Green [ fucking duh ] but I'm not gonna change the name or her description. I think her parents fucking up her name was the start of many accidents leading into the Midori we all know and hate. Also, I know you understand. We all know a Midori in our lives. Much love.

Note 2: I keep editing it but tumblr dot com slash Install App on Phone fucks my editing and switches paragraphs all around! If you find any PLEASE tell me, I'd really appreciate it!!!

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha #noire writes #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #i just wanted to make myself uwu #reader is op

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hawksugarbaby · 4 years ago

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Shinso x reader - Burning sensation

Fluff

Every morning at 7:00 you would meet shinso outside your dorm to head to school "Hey Hitoshi how ya doin this mornin" you asked sideling up to the boy who you had gotten to know quite well through your walks too and from school, and your time in class, and lunch, and training after school, you were never really away from each other actually. He took comfort in the time you spent together and you enjoyed talking to him and being his friend. It was pretty understandable why he didn't want to be friends, to begin with, but there was no way in hell you were letting the boy go through 3 years of school without any friends! So you made it your own personal mission to change his mind about you, and you were pretty chuffed when he actually stopped pushing you away yep this boat was firmly tied to the dock now. "I'm fine just tired" he was always tired.

The gleaming white windows of your school came into view lighting up the area around it like a child shining a magnifying glass on a bunch of tiny ants swarming to their colony. You nudged his side with your elbow getting his attention "SO I heard someone is getting transferred into the hero course next year!" you were so proud of him! This was his dream come true and he was finally getting his big opportunity "yeah it's pretty crazy" it was true he was more than thrilled to be joining the hero course but he felt like he was betraying you in some way, you should be in there with him! You were just as powerful if not more than he was. It didn't feel right leaving you "I can't believe it Hitoshi! I'm so happy for you, we should go get ice cream later to celebrate!" you walked through the door together weaving through the other people dotted around the corridor to reach your own classroom tucked away at the end . the thought hadn't even crossed your mind about how lonely you would be without Hitoshi, and it was coming up for the end of the year, you would have to cherish your time more than ever. "Ice cream sounds nice."

Th day went on rather uneventfully, thankfully it was lunch now so food was on the top of your mind "what should I get today?" you asked your lavender friend, you were determined to have everything on the menu at least once before you left school, you had quite a few options to go "what about a cappuccino and the udon?" it was pretty lucky he was keeping track of what you had and hadn't got yet otherwise you would never get close to finishing the challenge "you just want my cappuccino huh" you stepped up to the counter and ordered your food and drink which was ready in a flash thanks to lunch rush (give the dude some credit he does lunch for that entire school every day!) "maybe" he gave a lopsided grin and you rolled your eyes.

you both set off for a table near the back where you usually sat when a green-haired boy waving his arm caught your eye "hey Hitoshi is that one of your new classmates" you questioned gesturing to the freckled boy who was frantically trying to get his attention "oh yeah that's midoriya" he brushed off the topic and continued off to your table "hey wait you should go sit with them!" you called after the boy who groaned and span round his purple locks dangled in front of his eyes blocking his view fully but he could tell you weren't gonna let him leave. "but... why?" "because they're your classmates silly come on" you pulled him over to the table much to his dismay "h-hey shinso do you want to sit with us?" midoriya asked and everyone else at the table eyed him up like a flock of vultures inspecting there pray "can (y/n) sit too?" wait no what you weren't in that class why would you sit there? That was like... the top dog table right? "Of course!" oh well oh kay then guess you were one with the big leagues now. "Hi it's nice to meet you, I'm ururaka" she introduced herself with a big grin, you noticed she was holding her juice with 4 fingers and had pink pads in the middle of her fingertips "I'm (l/n) nice to meet you too" you sat down next to Hitoshi excited to make some new friends, maybe if you liked them he would like them more.

"So you and shinso are really good friends huh?" you nodded as you took a sip of your cappuccino and ultimately decided it was one of the less amazing things on the menu "yeah he's like my best friend and I'm pretty much his emotional support dog" you giggled and handed off the warm, bitter drink to him which he was more than happy to take off your hands "in all honesty she should be the one joining your class, daughter of the number 2 hero couldn't cut the hero programme" he teased and everyone else gasped "YOUR DAD IS HAWKS!" yep it was true you were the daughter of the number 2 hero hawks and someone else?? Mum didn't stick around long, your quirk was a little HOT TO HANDLE (roll with it) "what's your quirk! Can you show us!" midoriya begged from across the table which Hitoshi was not happy about he didn't like it when people gave you more attention than he did "um no I definitely cannot show you! But I can tell you what it iss" you sang and the boy grabbed a pencil and notepad out his bag "uh it's called Pheonix I have retractable wings... made of blue fire... and I can fly and shoot the feathers and I have the feather blades like dad and all that jazz" "she also has the same dumb personality" Hitoshi added and you gasped looking at him hurt "don't talk about my dad like that he loves you" he did actually like Hitoshi a surprising amount and you were pretty convinced he shipped you like a 15-year-old girl watching 2 boys in an anime about superheroes (-_-)

"But if your dad is the number 2 hero how come you aren't in the hero course" ouch. You gripped your chopsticks harshly "some bitch thought it would be funny to knock me out during the entrance exam and it was too late to get me in by recommendation" the chopsticks snapped splintering off into a bunch of smaller pieces. The lively nature of the cafe suddenly turned to one of concern when 2 mini puffs of thick smoke filtered out from the back of your blazer blanketing the roof and the smell of burning fabric infiltrated your noses "your burning" Hitoshi said from beside you "OH sorry sorry I didn't notice" you said and started to calm yourself down by stealing Hitoshi's lemonade "you must be upset about having to be in different classes after the new year" the boy with the bird head said. Well yeah but he wouldn't be leaving you completely, you opened your mouth to speak but before you could start Hitoshi started "I don't intend on letting her go half a year alone in that class, either she moves up or I go back down" he grit his teeth at the thought of you being alone in that class by yourself, and if it meant he had to give up his dream of being in the hero course he would. You smiled and then sighed when you realised you couldn't finish your udon since your chopsticks had transformed into toothpicks.

Ah yes, finally the end of the day. You and Hitoshi walked out of the nicely air-conditioned school into the dry blistering heat of the outside world "oh god whyyy" you cried and shook your fist at the sun then immediately regretted it as a bunch of white spots danced around in your eyes (FUN FACT THOSE ARE CALLED PHOSPHENES. Y'know, like phosphor) "so ice cream" you stumbled around trying to your friends and jumped when he put his hands on the back of your shoulders "just keep walking dummy" he said and you did so until you gained your sight back. "It's such a hot day this is evil" you crossed your arms angrily as you made your way to your house since you had decided to get changed before you got ice cream so that the sweltering heat didn't melt you both to a puddle of sweat and ew (THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING WITH OKAY).

"HEY DAD ARE YOU HOME?" you shouted into the house and a little red feather shot down to where you were standing "I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES THEN" you and shinso wandered up to your room dumping your bags with an audible thud "crop top and jeans?" you asked holding up your clothes and showing them off to Hitoshi "sure why not," he said and pulled out the bag of clothes in the bottom of your wardrobe that you kept there for him. "Vest and shorts?" he held up the clothes and you nodded and he descended down the hall to the bathroom waving to your dad as he went past. It was such a perfect day, it was too good to be overthinking little things like clothes or how lonely you would be without Hitoshi or what he meant when he said when he wasn't leaving you behind or how he really felt about you or- "how's my chicklet?" (hawk's most defining personality trait is that he likes chicken don't @me) your dad asked ruffling your hair "it is too hot to exist right now but Hitoshi and I are gonna get ice cream" you grinned and cracked open your window hoping a breeze would come through and cool you down a smidge. "Like a date?" "No dad it's not a date" "finneee have fun" he pouted and left you alone to get changed.

"Hey, Hitoshi what ice cream do you want?" you asked looking over the menu on the side of the truck that was parked in the park... "it's a vanilla day I think," you stepped up to the counter ordering your ice creams both with a flake obviously and sat on a cool metal bench which was hidden by the big weeping willow tree, it was your favourite spot in the whole park because it was always shady and the big tree made you feel like little kids again, you were so small in comparison and when the wind picked up the branches whipped around like a carousel and tangled together like a curtain to hide behind.

"hey you'll be okay in the class by yourself for a while right?" he asked and took a pit off his ice cream "I'll have to be won't I. I'm really proud of you you know that" you stole the flake that he was about to bite into and took a bite out of it letting the chocolate bit's fall off and land on your crop top melting almost instantly "I know. But I promise I'm gonna get you up there with me. You won the sports festival I don't know why they're taking me" (ROLL WITH IT) he stole your flake in retaliation and started eating his ice cream "because you deserve it stop doubting yourself" you preached. You listened to the cars drive by and the angry drivers honking at each other, in all fairness there were indicators for a reason. The bustling life of the city drowned out by the calm bubble surrounding the 2 of you "well you deserve it too (y/n)" he argued and you both burst into a fit of laughter knowing that it was almost impossible to be mad at each other and this wasn't even close to a reason.

"Hey I need to tell you something" he whispered taking a bite out of the sugary cone "oooh~ are you going to profess your undying love for me" you giggled not knowing what you were getting into in the next few minutes "yes... I am" ".....WHAT!" WELL, THIS TOOK A TURN "I like you. Like in a girlfriend type of way" he sighed when a big flake of his cone cracked and fell into the dirt under him "oh. This is unexpected" you whispered taking a bite out of your own cone getting crumbs down your top "if you don't feel the same it's okay I just wanted you to know" he pursed his lips and drew little circles in the dry dirt "no I do, I do feel the same I guess I just didn't realise I felt the same... does that make sense?" it probably didn't.

Of course, you felt the same, he had been your best friend for a while now so obviously you caught some feelings but you had never given them a title like, a crush or love or anything like that, they were just there. They would either go away or they wouldn't and now you were here. You were glad they hadn't "yeah it does" he smiled and the wind picked up a bit lacing the branches together to create th perfect veil as he leaned down and kissed you softly, it was nice and filled with love and admiration and your face turned soft pink and matched the heat of the sun beating down right now.

It didn't last long unfortunately as 2 pillars of smoke started coming out of your shirt and burning fabric once again took over your senses "NO NO NO NOT NOW COME ON" you shouted feeling the fabric separating on your back and you held the front of your crop top on your front "okay well we're gonna not do that for now" Hitoshi said calmy and you shot him a panicked glance gesturing to your unfortunate situation with your other hand. The back of your top fell off and you arched your back when it came into contact with the cold rugged bark of the willow tree "OKAY WELL NOT WALKING HOME LIKE THAT" he shouted and took off his vest throwing it to you and turning away.

You put it on quickly after you calmed down a bit and you weren't burning anything. "Okay you can turn around," you instructed focusing only on the branches in front of you "what not gonna look at me?" "nope" "why not?" you cleared your throat and clicked your tongue "because if I do this shirt will just burn off too and then we'll have to phone dad and get him to bring me a shirt and then he'll ask how I managed to burn two of my shirts off and then I have to listen to him go on and on like a 15-year-old girl about how he totally called that we would get together and then-" "alright I get it," he said putting his hand over your mouth 'well you just set yourself up for failure' you thought and licked his hand which he pulled back and wiped on your jeans "your gross" he chuckled and stood up wiping the dirt off his jeans and standing directly in your eye line putting his hand out to help you up. Which you didn't accept since you were rather busy ogling those goddamn washboard abs "well your not burning yet but you might be brain dead" he flicked your forehead and you shook your head slightly accepting his help up.

You started to walk home as the bright blue sky turned to a medley of tangerine and lavenders with pink brush strokes in between. "We should get ice cream more often," he said his honeyed voice cutting the silence held between you "I agree, we train so much we deserve it!" you exclaimed "you just wanna see me shirtless" he teased. It took every ounce of willpower you had to not burn the shirt off by accident but thankfully you didn't "pfft no. I want ice cream the shirtless thing doesn't have to be exclusively an ice cream thing" you pointed out nudging his shoulder with yours as your house got closer and he rolled his eyes wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you next to him like 2 magnets sticking to each other.

"Well I'll see you tomorrow Hitoshi," you said once you reached your door "yeah see you tomorrow," he said pecking your cheek and walking off down the road leaving you astonished at your door. "DAD YOUR NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS" you screamed as you entered the house.

4 weeks later

"We have another student joining the hero course" the grumpy teacher announced and you bust into the 1-A classroom with your wings outstretched behind you "PUT THE GREMLIN BACK" shinso shouted from the back of the classroom "GO BACK UNDER THE BRIDGE YOU CAME FROM" you shouted back and took your seat next to him "dad wants to know if you're staying for dinner after training" you whispered, "yeah what are we having?" "chicken"

#my hero academia #bnha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #wattpad #mha #boku no hero fanfic #shinso x reader #shinso hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi x reader

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xgummibearx · 4 years ago

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Hit with a quirk (part 2): Hizashi X (F) reader

Summary: I explained in a short prelude how a bunch of pro heroes all got hit with a quirk that turned them into children, I'll be doing a short fic for each of the heroes where the reader will be looking after them until the effects wear off. Okay Present Mic here we go!

(X)= Insert name

(No warnings, just wholesome fluff.)

(I am surprised that yall like this so I'm gonna keep going with it! Please, feel free to drop suggestions.)

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Upon looking the children over, Nezu and Midnight realized that the ages all were varying. The quirk had weakened with each person it was used on, so while Hizashi was five All Might being hit with it last was nine.

Hizashi was still scared, shivering as he sat away from everyone. Tears were building up in his eyes but he had his mouth clamped shut holding his hands over it, refusing to speak. (X) was called immediately, she was the adolescent quirk development specialist and the only one they believed to be equipped to handle such a situation.

Nezu shook his head, "we managed to get the...well, children to settle down but." They looked over to Hizashi, "Present mic though I suppose...Hizashi, won't calm down and he won't speak." (X) nodded with her eyes calmly watching the scared boy.

"I can see that...tell me, when the heroes were hit with the attack did any of them lose of their quirks in the process?" Nezu nodded.

"Aizawa appears to have been brought to an age just before his quirk developed, or in the very least he may have it but just doesn't know how to use it but the others have their quirks." (X) looked down at Nezu.

"Hizashi is one of the rare cases of a quirk manifesting right at birth..." She rummaged through her bag. "I managed to find copies

of the pro heroes early development files and according to this Hizashi when he was younger had alot of trouble with controlling his quirk..." She narrowed her eyes. "There were many cases where he would set it off accidentally, especially if he was upset or excited...any situation where he may raise his voice." Midnight winced.

"Yeah...I remember when he broke the windows while we were still at UA." Nezu sighed.

"(X)? Do you think you could help him? He's going to need to be monitored until the effects wear off." She looked over to the small boy again and smiled.

"Of course, I'll see what I can do." She slowly approached Hizashi, sitting on the floor a couple feet away from him. "Hello there, I'm (X)." He slowly looked over, removing one of his hands to wave at her. Her smile was warm, and her voice patient. "What's your name? Could you tell me?" He shook his head. (X) feigned an expression of confusion.

"Well now that is odd...you must have forgotten! Or it's a very silly name." She grinned."I'm sure I can guess, you don't have to be embarrassed!" She tapped a finger to her chin. "Let's see...is your name; Warthog?" Hizashi furrowed his brow, his hands still over his mouth as he vigorously shook his head. "No? Well I'll keep trying!" She listed all sorts of things from foods to animals, she watched as he squirmed and tried not to laugh. (X) could see him smiling behind his hands and hear him quietly snicker. "Oh I've got it! Your name is Smelly Socks!" With that Hizashi audibly laughed, a joyful sound that made (X) smile.

He took a small, deep breath and his hands behind his back. "No...my name is Hizashi." (X) offered her hand.

"Well it is very nice to meet you Hizashi." On the way home he fell asleep in the car, and was only half awake when she helped him into a clean sweater and tucked him into bed.

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Hizashi was to no surprise talkative, following (X) around like a little duckling. He certainoy reminded her of one with his bright yellow hair and non stop conversation. His favorite past time was to hide on her small balcony, scaring unsuspecting birds with his quirk. (X) laughed as he made an entire flock of pigeons take off.

Hizashi came sauntering into the kitchen a few hours later. "(X)? I'm bored..." He sighed. (X) smiled softly.

"Okay, how about we pack up our lunches and go outside?" His eyes glittered as he jumped up and down with excitement, his hands covering his mouth as he giggled. She noticed that inside he would do that often, his tiny hands hovering near his mouth whenever he spoke.

"I wonder if he's still afraid of his quirk...even as an adult?" She thought, walking with Hizashi's hand tightly in hers as he said hello to street vendors and described every last thing he saw.

"Oh (x)!" He gasped suddenly, seeing a man selling balloons. "Uhm...could I please have a balloon?" (X) laughed, thinking back to a teacher's party last semester. Hizashi had sucked up so many helium balloons he ended up in the infirmary.

"Sure..." The boy grinned from ear to ear the rest of the day, carrying a bright red balloon.

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"If you need anything I'm down the hall, will you be okay on your own?" Hizashi watched tbe balloon bounce on his ceiling with a grin.

"I'm okay." He smiled, cuddling under the covers.

(X) got herself ready for bed, washing her face and thinking about the next day. She wondered Hizashi would feel in his normal form, if he would be too embarrassed to talk to her. (X) was used to being greeted by him everytime they passed by in the halls at work, and loved seeing his bright warm smile. "He'll be embarrassed..." She took a deep breath, tucking herself into bed.

(X) was woken hours later to an earsplitting scream, she covered her ears promptly and didn't hear the accompanying shattering of glass. They still rang as the screams subsided into loud sobbing. "Hizashi!" She called, running from her bed. (X) found him sitting up straight in bed, the mirror in the corner was covered in cracks. A few shards had fallen to the ground.

Hizashi was sobbing, his hand over his mouth. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He kept saying it over and over as he choked on his sobs. (X) gently picked him up, rubbing his back.

"It was an accident...it's okay, now I need to clean this up" She smiled, "It's okay..." It didn't take long to clean up the mess but he was still crying. (X) felt his small hand grip the fabric of her loose shirt. She sighed, picking him up again and getting under the covers. "You can sleep, it's okay." Hizashi looked over, still shuddering from his sobs.

"You can't sleep in here...what if my quirk goes off again?" Fresh tears filled his eyes, "You'll get hurt!" (X) smiled, ruffling his hair.

"It's okay, I'll just stay here long enough to fall asleep." Hizashi nodded slowly, his tured eyes giving in as he lay down. (X) froze a little as the small child hugged her.

"goodnight (x)..." She sighed, chuckling a little to herself as she rubbed his back.

"Good night Hizashi..."

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"A...red balloon?" Was the first thought that came to Hizashi's mind as the morning light filled the room. He smirked, thinking of the events of the last day as he remained lying down. "(X) is going to be so embarrassed this week." He grinned at the thought of her red face, avoiding eye contact. Hizashi couldn't wait to tease her about it. He was about to get up when he looked over, his own face turning bright red.

She was still laying there, only inches away. Hizashi felt his chest tighten as he lay back down. Hesitantly he brushed a few strands kf hair away from (x)'s face, she had been so kind. There was no surprise to that of course, Hizashi stared into her face. "I want to stay like this..." was the only thing that crossed his mind. With a deep breath he inched closer, ever so softly wrapping his arms around her. "Maybe...I should just keep quiet about the whole thing..." He thought wih a smile. deciding to fall asleep just a few more minutes.

(OKAY, I WROTE ALOT MORE THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD!? I am so sorry for the wait!!))

#yamada hizashi #present mic #hizashi x reader #mha #my hero academia #anime #bnha fanfiction

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littlewalken · 3 years ago

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Jan 5

Yay, it's allergies or cold time. I'm having a common for me immune system is acting up thing so all I can do is see how it plays out.

I've already had Covid and honestly my week with the swine flu in 200-something was worse.

Let's go with one of umpteen reasons I'm not currently selling anything online because be it a rerooted doll or piece of art work I have to touch and breathe on it a lot.

If someone stops doing commissions it's usually not them but one asshole who has to ruin it for everyone else.

And I have several Monster Reroots I did years ago and have been unable to move so I definitely aren't doing any more unless I plan to keep them because I'm not sure if it's worth the time and thimb ache.

I'll give that Operetta is sort of... She'd work if she was flocked. The others however are nice. The Yeti girl is a mix of matching her skin tone and white. Not going to post better pics I have right now because who knows what the TOS is feeling about doll tiddies right now.

But yeah, if you've ever rerooted a Monster in needle and thread or knot you know how time consuming it can be just because they have so many holes.

When I did a Barbie, and even a Teen Skipper, it surprised me how fast it went.

All but the one Draculaura, knotted, are needle and thread because that's what I trust to hold. I don't use glue because I'm in a region that will be freezing over night and triple digits the next day.

And yes, our stones to sail, how'd you know?

Well, today's plans are taking care of my health and studying up on Spider-Man and doing some rewrites on my notes now that I've seen Carnage and No Way Home.

Something something Norman Osborn and Carnage in the comics something something

When I can get down to it I hope I can do hyperlinked pdfs on Google Docs for y'all to read a spidey story idea I've been cooking for all century. Got to balance between the want of getting lost in the multiverse but being kind to neurodivergent folks with a consistent way to find a guide then get back to where you were.

Not a walk thru or guide because it's meant to be a branching narrative but places to have 'you are here' like putting your thumb on a page in a CYOA book.

And shit like making the hot spot to something one letter in a page of text or one brick in a wall just to make it.

'SWF seeks SM who enjoys wearing leotards and being screamed at' is different from 'Who wants to put on a leotard and be screamed at? Well, hookers and Spider-Man'.

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qforqazaq · 7 years ago

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Black Dial: The Drama

You've probably heard the latest news from the Q-pop world: L and Teddy are no longer in Black Dial.

Hmm, where shall I start?

***Disclaimer: For the convenience of the foreign fans who aren't sure what has actually happened, I tried to recreate the sequence of events to get some exposition first. I've missed some details here and there, because this was already getting too long.***

It all began when the producers of YB Entertainment posted the announcement saying that the official Instagram accounts of L, Teddy, Ray and Black Dial were hacked, so from now on everything that's going to be posted on those pages has nothing to do with YB. "Okay, the pages got hacked, whatever, it happens, no big deal", I thought. BUT! After awhile I've noticed (first ever) IG stories posted on L's and Teddy's accounts with the actual L and Teddy recording each other while giddily saying something like "Did you know that we were hacked?" - "Lol, no, did we?" - "Yeah, they say we were hacked. I am hacked, you are hacked, comeback is hacked too, hahaha".

Obviously, everyone got even more confused, like, why the hell would the producers call the accounts hacked if they were obviously not. I mean those were real L and Teddy, right?

Meanwhile, I started to read some comments about L and Teddy and something about leaving the group, which got me a huge "Wait WHAT. WTF??? Are you bloody kidding me??" moment.

I obviously couldn't believe my eyes, because, what the hell, first Newton, now Black Dial, are you for real?? When I was about to start doubting these rumours while frantically looking for more info, there came interviews from the official press conference by YB Entertainment.

There, Yesbolat Bedelkhan with Bayan and Bota Yerimbet have formally announced that Yeskeldi Quandyq, formerly known as L, and Samat Kazmaganbet, formerly known as Teddy, were no longer the members of Black Dial, that the company had terminated their contracts, the main reason being consistent violation of the contractual terms by the former members. Moreover, according to the producers, the stage names "L" and "Teddy" and all the social media accounts belong to YB Entertainment and they cannot be used by the members should the contract be terminated.

To say I was shocked is to say nothing. Because, apparently, L and Teddy have not just left the group - they were kicked out. Not only that, they basically kicked themselves out by consistently showing insubordination, disobedience, and violation of terms in many occasions. Without feeling much remorse about it too, it seems, as they didn't look very sad on those Instagram stories - that's for sure.

To make the matter worse, they had no rights to use those Instagram accounts anymore, which explained the earlier announcement about "hacking".

Frankly, that was a lot to take in, and while I was desperately trying to make sense out of whatever was happening out there, all hell let loose. Interestingly - on the producers. Because a horde or rather a flock of angry fangirls or "Ravens" started to shout accusations at the producers, blaming them in all deadly sins. According to them, it was all producers' fault, because they intentionally kicked their "biases" out; how did they dare to be so unfairly strict with them; they were shitty producers in the first place; they should have made their comeback sooner instead of postponing it; the whole "hacking" incident was made to sabotage the members' reputations, and their beloved L and Teddy did the right thing leaving this horrible company.

As for me, these accusations sounded too heated and not very convincing especially when I took a step back and started to actually think about it.

Well, let's break it down, shall we?

First of all, the question of fairness seems super childish, because we're talking about actual legal binding contracts, not some sandbox tantrums that can be resolved by shoving lollipops in kids' mouths. If one signed a contract, it is assumed that both of the parties were aware of and agreed to all of the terms in the first place. In other words, if you in a sober mind signed a legal document, complaining about stuff that you can't eventually commit to afterwards won't work. Why the hell one would even sign a contract in the first place then?

Secondly, do you really think the contract was that strict? Okay, stricter than, idk, a contract signed by the guys from 91? I do very much doubt it. I'm more than sure Yerbolat isn't that chill and understanding compared to his younger brother.

Thirdly, Black Dial is the only active project of YB Entertainment (Darrem doesn't really count) aka literally the company's only flagship product that was supposed to get its long-awaited comeback. Think about it: who the hell in their right minds, in such a crucial moment, would kick out members from the only existing group without a legitimate reason? No one. And there was one reason, a few actually, wasn't there? Moreover, according to Yesbolat Bedelkhan, they've tried very hard to keep the group intact, to smooth out those cases of disobedience and insubordination, closing their eyes to most of them. But I guess, the situation got completely out of control, so terminating the contracts was the last resort.

Fourthly, haven't you thought that the comeback was being postponed over the course of, what, 9 months? exactly because of the internal problems and conflicts inside BD and YB? What if the producers weren't sure if they could proceed should have the said members continued to "misbehave". Which they apparently did, so better cut ties earlier than later, with only one MV, and one more released song.

Next, the "hacking" incident. According to Yesbolat Bedelkhan, sometime around February 14, when BD was supposed to record a video to mark the date, L and Teddy have completely disappeared from radar, not answering anyone's calls and/or messages. The producers even tried to reach their parents at some point, to ask if everything was alright with the boys. Strangely, the parents were not reachable as well, because apparently they have changed their contacts too. Later, the producers discovered that they couldn't access official IG accounts of L, Teddy, Ray and Black Dial, because someone changed their passwords. I suppose it was then they guessed it was L and Teddy's doings, which I assume was the final blow.

Finally, Yesbolat believes that someone from outside have persuaded the boys to sabotage their own places at YB Entertainment. A certain someone with a personal grudge against YB producers. I have my guesses and I won't be surprised if this someone will collaborate with those two at some point in the future too.

Show business sucks, doesn't it.

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Don't get me wrong, by making a case for YB Entertainment, I don't want to imply that Yeskeldi and Samat are inherently bad people or anything. Okay, I must admit I had my problems with Teddy and tbh wasn't very sad to know he has left the group (yeah, I'm crude), but I did respect L very much, coming to admire his capacity for songwriting when I took on that challenge at translating their songs (Bul Soni Yemes is a lyrical masterpiece. Period.), regarding him as a very thoughtful young man. Despite personal preferences, I didn't want anyone to leave the group in any circumstances, always hoping and betting on them to settle at least on the second place in Q-pop.

In other words, waking up to a news like this has brought me no pleasure. Further unfolding only left a bitter taste in the mouth and the feeling that you were viciously played.

However, I do still think that it was, pardon my French, totally a dick move to leave everyone and everything just like that, without a decent explanation, a formal apology to the fans at the very least. Leaving by making a public drama out of it, while openly gloating in the social media, abandoning the company, the producers and the other members who counted on them so much.

Was it fair? I think not.

I do wish them luck in whatever they're planning to do though, just to see if it was actually worth the drama, huh.

And I do certainly wish the best of luck to YB Entertainment, to the producers and the remaining vocalists in remedying the whole situation, so to speak.

And what now? Yes, YB is having their casting in search for their new rappers and everything, but what does it tell about the whole "Q-pop movement"?

It's impaled, sick and haven't even grown out legs to stand upright and move properly. People are leaving the groups whenever they want, groups changing the label companies however they want, the entertainment centres are opening and closing at flick of the fingers, and we only have about eh.. 3.5 groups who are actually doing something now? With Black Dial on the resting bed, those would be Ninety One, Mad Men, Moonlight and sort of Newton~. Considering that I'm already very cautious with the latter, skeptical with the second, and Moonlight just doesn't excite me very much, we're coming to the default settings of just clinging to the founders for now while just observing everyone else from the distance.

Nice.

What do you think though? What was the reason for BD having so many problems with its former rappers?

Is Q-pop actually going to crumble to pieces even before it becomes anything substantial?

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