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fairytsuk1 · 2 years ago

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bachata baby | (s)

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pairing: shigaraki tomura x reader

words: 8.7k

prompt: "getting paired up at a dance class"

warnings: enemies to lovers, cunnilingus, dom!shigaraki, sensual dancing, tit play, fingering, hand kink, doggystyle, protected sex, alcohol, frat party, complicated relationship

You’d absolutely lost the class registration lottery. After days, even weeks of agonizing over what classes filled which requirements and yet still gave you enough wiggle room to have your off days, you were exhausted. Everything was planned to a tee, and your dismayed face was evident as you told your roommate the dreadful news.

“I have to take a dance class! A partner dancing class! I might as well drop out,” you cry forlornly, looking at Nejire’s baby blue rug in frustration.

“It can’t be that bad! I mean, at least the professor’s good, right? Nemuri Kayama, I think. She’s one of the best; you’re in good hands,” your friend pets your head softly before leaping onto her plush bed, “maybe you’ll even dance with someone cute! You should keep your head high.”

“...Well, I guess. If I’m with a creep, I’m gonna be so annoyed! How are you so positive?”

Nejire seems to think over her answer before giving you a teasing grin, “because I got the schedule I wanted.”

“Nejire!”

She’d reassured you she was just joking, but it was true. If you were in her position, you’re sure you’d be glad to have everything work out how you want it to. Sucking it up, you were determined not to let a stupid class ruin your well-earned GPA. You don your best comfy clothes and arrive ten minutes early at the studio.

A couple of people are hanging out in the studio, and there’s a pleasant buzz of chatter while you sit. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. People continued trickling in, and before you could realize it, your professor clapped her hands.

“Good morning, everyone!”

Your face burns a bit hot, was she supposed to wear such tight (and revealing!) clothing? She quickly introduces herself even with all the muttering, “I hope today goes as well for you as it does for me, and I want you to all know that this class will excite you, will make you feel, and most importantly is a lot of fun!”

Everyone around you seems to be either drinking in your professor’s appearance or wondering if they should drop the class; you’re thinking the latter, too, until she drops a bomb on the students.

“You’re all too uptight! You know what? Partner up!”

It feels like you’re about to faint. Looking left, people are making eyes and nodding at each other. Looking right, it’s the same thing, and your heart stops at the realization that you don’t have a partner. There’s so much chatter and commotion as people enter the room to find a clear spot for this cruel icebreaker.

“Does anyone not have a partner?”

You almost don’t raise your hand, but you have to. Red-hot shame is coursing through your veins. Could this get any worse?

Thankfully, a lanky and pale arm shoots into the sky alongside yours. Before you know it, Nemuri pushes you two toward each other and moves on to the assignment.

“First, say hello. These will be your partners for the rest of the semester, so make sure you like them! I know some of you are gonna date outside of class, and don’t get handsy over there!”

He’s very tall. You have to actually look up at his grumpy face to see him. His hair falls flat, looks damaged, and your cheek twitches. He’s not ugly! If he cared for his hair and maybe got more sleep… dare you say it, he could be cute.

Shigaraki towers over you easily, eyes raking your form (noting that he can see your perky tits in your bra from this advantage.) You look alright, but he’s getting the feeling that you think he’s weird, “you can stop looking at me like an animal.”

“I wasn’t! I really wasn’t,” you offer your hand and introduce yourself, “I really like your skull necklace!”

It feels like a ruse, and Shigaraki reluctantly takes your hand with a bored face, “I’m Shigaraki. Thanks.”

While others seemed to be faring better with their partners, it feels off-putting that he won’t even try to converse with you. If he’s going to have his hands on you, how could he act so cold!?

“Well, jeez. Don’t try to say it all at once,” you mumble sourly, to which your partner scoffs.

“It’s just a class. It’s not even important.”

“It’s important to me,” and you don’t like this guy.

“Then maybe you should find a different partner.”

You look like a kicked puppy when he says that, but he doesn’t take it back and mentally stews in his harshness. Maybe he should make a better effort… you were cute, he supposed. You had great tits, and you complimented his necklace.

Turning back to Nemuri, you can’t think of anything to say to that. Even though you don’t know him, it still stings a bit and your confidence leaks. Were you really that down on your luck?

Nemuri begins, telling each duo to get in a typical slow-dance pose for fun and to “get to know each other more.” It’s starting to get a little creepy, but you wind your arms around Shigaraki’s shoulders anyways. He rests his hands casually on your waist but doesn’t hold you like others.

“Aren’t you supposed to hold my waist?”

He snickers, “do you want me to?”

Trying to talk to this man is pointless, but you almost smile at his response anyway.

“Just don’t be weird!”

“No promises,” and he’s glad to see you smile at his pervertedness.

Shigaraki decides to be nicer right then and there, in his own way.

Nemuri instructs you to casually slow dance and continue conversing; she even adds music to jazz up the class, which surprisingly works. Your nerves are melting away like butter, and Shigaraki seems to have mildly warmed up to you.

“So… Do you like to dance?”

“Fuck no.”

His bluntness makes you giggle, “yeah, me either. Except at, like, parties. But I wouldn’t really call it dancing!”

“You go to parties?”

“Sometimes! I have a lot of friends who go, so it’s like an outing every time! Do you go to parties?”

It feels kind of dumb to ask that question. No offense to him, but you’re already suspecting his answer before he gives it. He twirls you, and you feel a rush of butterflies.

“Not really. People don’t want a zombie dude at their parties,” his voice is gravelly but smooth, “but I’ve been to a few.”

“They’re fun!”

Before you can continue finding common ground, Nemuri is hollering about reading the syllabus and upcoming material you’ll cover. Shigaraki quickly gets his hands off you, and your heart aches.

“Hey, do you want to exchange social media?”

He’s already got his bag halfway on your shoulder, giving you an unimpressed look.

“I don’t use social media,” and he shuffles even closer to the parade of students exiting the lecture hall.

“Oh. Well, your number?”

You feel yourself grow hot when all he does is smirk and input your digits into his phone.

“There, do you need anything else?”

What happened to the Shigaraki from a few minutes ago? He seems to be in a rush, but you can’t help but feel hurt by his mood swings. Was he always going to be this irritable? Was he going to be someone you could count on in this class?

“...I guess not. Bye.”

He’s out of the room before you realize it, gingerly grabbing your stuff and worrying your lip. This class would be a piece of work, and you couldn’t find your footing so far. Maybe you should just drop it? But you really need that humanities credit and…

“It’s Nejire! Pick up the phone!”

Nejire’s self-imposed ringtone is heard through your AirPods. The stress is already leaking out of your body just hearing her voice. If you had a girlfriend, she’d be it. You answer cheerily, “hey!”

“Hey! Are you coming back from class right now?”

“Yeah, I just got out. You have to hear about this; my partner sucks!”

Well… you’re embellishing. He doesn’t suck, but he’s not great.

“Aw man, really? I can’t believe it! I thought for sure it was gonna go okay….”

“It’s whatever! I’m over it,” you weren’t. “Why’d you call?”

“Oh! If you’re up for it, Phi Psi is having a party tonight! Do you wanna go?”

Hmm, ironic since you were just talking about parties. Maybe it’d be nice, and perhaps it’d be good to let loose for a couple of hours. The memory of Shigaraki telling you that he goes to some parties replays in your mind, but you try to ignore it.

“Sure! We can go. What’s the theme?”

Pajamas, she’d said. You know that your silk sleep set is more lingerie than anything else, but your nerves are buzzing with pre-gamed shots of vodka and the promise of attractive people buttering you up. Looking around, it’s a typical college party, and you’re already feeling warm from how guys eye you like you’re the hottest thing there.

Shigaraki thinks so and turns the corner, missing your flushed wandering eyes.

“We needa dance!”

Nejire babbles excitedly, Mirio accompanying her while she clutches your bicep.

“Mhm, mhm! Let me get another drink first!”

Mirio keeps Nejire’s legs from buckling and smiles, “we’ll be right here!”

You weave in and out of people, vision getting hazier and every touch feeling electric. A man starts pouring your drink, giving you a dazzling smile. He opens his mouth to talk, but you’re suddenly caged against the fence and face to face with Shigaraki’s chest.

“Wha?”

“Hey.”

He watches you search his eyes for a minute, teetering slightly as you sip the mix of alcohol and punch. Then, there’s remembrance, and you’re leaping joyfully into his chest. It feels… nice, and he gingerly pats your back before steadying you on the balls of your feet.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were going to be here. My friends are over there,” you point past his shoulder, and he sees a guy chasing a girl around, “hiii, Nejire!”

You’re pretty cute when you’re drunk, elongating words and joy coming out of you like a waterfall. A dainty hand grabs a bony one, and you’re about to drag Shigaraki toward your friends to “meet them!”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” harsher than he meant to, he rips his hand away, “how drunk are you?”

You give an offended huff, “I’m not drunk! I only had a c-oop! A couple of shots! And this drink! It’s not even a lot….”

Shigaraki feels tempted to be childish and poke fun at you. Boop your nose and pull your hair, but you’re suddenly lost in thought and fascinated with your slippers.

“You look drunk.”

“Well, ’m not. I don’t even know why I’m talking to you right now,” and you’re suddenly invigorated and wanting to seek out your friends, but the first step sends you wobbling right into Shigaraki.

The boy yelps, hands gripping your shoulders and steadying you, “watch it!”

“Let go of me!”

Some onlookers look on, peering eyes, and boys puffing their chests out in case they need to step in. Shigaraki’s mind goes blank, and all he can think of is that you’re so fucking annoying, and why does he still want to help you?

Why did he think of you while fucking his fist in bed last night? He shushes you and crosses his arms.

“Do you want to walk home by yourself?”

You look like a child, happily saying” yes” and nodding proudly. Unfortunately, Shigaraki’s plan failed; you were too happy to wander off alone. He’s reminded of a time when people used to call him creepy when he was smaller and more bug-eyed.

“Oh, okay. Sure, get murdered. See if I care.”

This makes you react like you’re actually thinking about the consequences now. Mulling it over, you chew the inside of your lip and let your head roll back against the fence.

“...Well, I don’t wanna be murdered….”

“Then let me take you home.”

“Since when are you nice?!”

It may sting a bit, but he shows no emotion. He takes a calm breath and blows the air out through his nostrils. There are no words at first, and you’re looking at him with a glint in your eye, and he wonders what you look like when you laugh. When you cry or when you get really excited.

“You don’t even care about me.”

“... You’re my dance partner.”

He’s sure his heart overrode his brain. There’s no way he could say something so cheesy. It makes your heart pound; what did he mean by that? Your drunk brain couldn’t decipher how he presented his feelings, but then he was offering you a hand like a prince.

You never thought you’d call Shigaraki prince-like, and you’re worried that this might spiral out of control soon. Letting him lead you away, you figure that that’s definitely what will happen.

“Who’s room is…?”

Shigaraki has no idea and frankly can’t be bothered to care that he’s stumbling into a random frat guy’s room, “don’t know. Don’t really care?”

He tries to take your shoes off at least, but you’re unceremoniously dropping yourself onto the bed like a fish out of water. Shigaraki feels his cheek twitch in annoyance, and then you’re turning your head with a jutted lip.

“Are you gonna lie?”

“Am I going to what?��

He assures himself you’re too drunk to understand what you’re saying. There’s no reason for you to ask that other than the need to not be alone. You’d never ask that because you genuinely wanted, no, trusted Shigaraki to stay with you. He’d never believe it, but his feet carried him to the edge of the bed, and then he sank into the soft mattress.

It’s quiet, maybe too quiet. The music’s bass thrums through the floors, but all Shigaraki can hear is your soft breath. He doesn’t even realize you’re looking at him in the dimness of his room until he turns his head. His breath catches in his throat. Have you always been so pretty?

The alcohol makes you too sleepy too fast, and it feels like this moment is slipping away from you like you’re trying to cup water in your hands. It’s leaking out of you, and then his red eyes lock onto yours.

“Why don’t you like me?”

“What do you mean,” and it comes out almost wounded.

“I-hic. I mean, like, when you suddenly act so… mean.”

For the first time in a long time, Shigaraki feels rendered speechless. He wants to jump up and run out of the room like the child he once was, but he can’t find the strength to pull away from your gaze.

“...I don’t know.”

“Why?”

“I just don’t,” and he finally breaks eye contact to look through the window behind you, “you don’t have to pity me, then.”

“I don’t!”

The end of your words slurs, and you know you’ll lose yourself to the intoxicating feelings of sleep soon.

“I just… I want to like you.”

“Like me?”

You smile widely before you lean forward and press a kiss to his nose. He even goes cross-eyed to try and follow your movements.

“You’re kinda… cute. But, you’re mean. So just be nice! Okay?”

He’s not even sure why he goes along with it.

“Okay.”

Your eyes close, and for a second, he thinks he’s finally free from this impromptu analysis of… well, him. But, you beat him to the chase and whisper quietly.

“I meant it.”

“What?”

“That you’re cute.”

One eye peeks open when he doesn’t respond, and the embarrassment that should be there is only replaced with pure elatedness. His eyes sparkled a bit more. It makes you think that you should compliment him more. You shut your eyes.

“You’re going to be embarrassed tomorrow.”

Maybe he waited too long, but all he knows is that your soft snores escape you quickly, and his heart warms at the sound. It shouldn’t, but it does. He falls asleep shortly after and dreams of a faceless girl who dances with him all night. The girl always keeps smiling at him no matter how stiff he is.

It’s a beautiful dream.

Shigaraki’s kind enough to shake you awake just past dawn, and the splitting headache doesn’t make the visual of him leaning over you with a gentle hand easier to see.

“Hey. Wake up. Some frat dude is gonna yell at you.”

The idea of someone barging in makes you move to sit up and groan, “do you have any water?”

“No. Get up, hurry,” and he’s tugging you off the bed.

It was a bad idea, your sleep-addled brain lagging and causing you to flop directly into a firm chest, “watch out!”

“I’m sorry! I’m barely awake,” and it comes out like a whine, “can we get water?”

You almost think he’ll say no, tell you to fuck off and get water yourself. But, he makes a move you would’ve never expected, calmly lacing his hand with yours and steadying you on your feet.

“Fine, let’s just get going already.”

Was this the Shigaraki you’d met? Had he been replaced by a clone that happened to be identical to the tone of voice? The feeling of a bony hand in yours is unreal. You can hardly take your eyes off the entanglement while Shigaraki urges you to come down the stairs faster than you are.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Did I say something weird last night?”

It comes out in a whisper, and Shigaraki feels like going to college was a huge mistake when he pulls his hand away and holds it close to himself like you’re injured. Like he injured you.

So, be nice! Okay?

“Shigaraki?”

“You said I was cute.”

He’s blushing as he blurts it out like it’s a defense mechanism to keep you from getting closer. You rack your brain for the precise wording, but you can only remember bits and pieces of lying down to look at each other.

Did you really call him cute? You gnaw on your lip and look away, but as you glance at him again, you know you definitely did say that. Your lips turn upwards, the hilarity of you having to double-check while sober if you meant what you’d said...

Shigaraki was even hot now that you really looked at him, even with the tsundere thing going on.

“Well… well! I was drunk! Besides, you can’t tell me you didn’t like hearing it.”

“No, I didn’t. You’re mistaken.”

“What’s that, huh? Why do you look like a tomato, hm?”

He wants to throttle you, wagging your finger in his face and poking his cheek like he’s a zoo animal.

“I should’ve just left you up there, let you get eaten by wolves.”

“But you didn’t.”

You’re right. Somehow in the mix of pushing you away and being pulled closer, he still stayed there the whole night to keep you safe. He still woke you early enough to escape the wolves lurking in the nearly destroyed frat house. He could’ve let you be eaten by wolves, but he didn’t.

“...Well, whatever. Let’s go.”

“Mkay.”

It’s surprising how you decide to drop the subject. This strange attraction thrummed in your bones, urging you to do something about this little… crush. You let him guide you out the door and towards his car, a beat-up little Toyota. It’s red, too, like his eyes. Maybe it was on purpose.

“You’re okay to drive?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

Shigaraki drives recklessly, you note. The way his hands grip the wheel, tires screeching as he swerves out into the abandoned street and takes off. It should make you scared, want to yell, and demand he let you out. Only he gives you a quick glance and smirks.

You really should talk to Nejire before you decide to fuck him. His music taste blares out of old speakers, a mix of rock and metal that wakes you like a good cup of coffee. You’re about to lose yourself to the Foo Fighters song, but then he snaps the knob down to zero and clears his throat.

“You owe me.”

“I owe you what? I don’t owe you,” you even cross your arms for effect.

How cute.

“For taking care of you, ruined my night,” he’s lying, and he knows he’s lying, but he can’t help but take a chance.

Take a chance and see if you really mean it, if he’s not just making things up because you want to be nice. The part that runs deep in his blood tells him it can’t be true, and he hopes that, for once, he’s wrong.

“Psh, ruined. You love being around me. That’s why you get like that,” you push it even further, “you just don’t know how to tell me you want me.”

He doesn’t know what to say, and you’re carelessly whistling a tune while picking at your nails.

“We have to practice our dance for class,” smooth, peaceful transition.

“Right! Tomorrow evening, in one of the practice rooms, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for walking me home.”

Shigaraki repeats his reply, and you note that he seems distracted. You wonder if you also seem distracted; you had a lot to think about!...

And all Shigaraki could think about was holding your waist in his hands. It made his heart thump in his chest. God.

The walk to the practice room was cold, and you were thankful for your quick thinking of wearing leg warmers like a ballerina. You’re unsure if Shigaraki is already there, but you’re shaking off the cold as quickly as possible while storming into the building.

He is there! His phone’s hooked up to a small speaker, and the pale blue walls make him shine even in dark clothing. His hair shakes when he gives you a blithe wave, “hey. Took you long enough.”

“Hey! I came as fast as I could. Is that your speaker?”

“Mm, no. My roommate’s, uh… Dabi? You don’t know him.”

Oh, you’ve heard of him. Frankly, this should be an even bigger red flag, but you pay it no mind and shrug, “I might’ve heard of him.”

He chuckles at that. So you have heard of him.

“Well, anyway. He never uses it, so I took it.”

“Wow, evil.”

You drop your bag next to his, a frumpy black backpack with suspicious stains. You sidle close to him, peering at his Spotify while he scrolls for the correct song.

“You should show me your Spotify account!”

“God no, you’ll never see it. C’mon, we need to get this over with.”

“Whaaaat? You don’t want to hang out and stall practicing with me?”

He’s gotten warmer since your first meeting, lips quirked up as he drops his phone and crosses his lazy arms, “nope.”

“Fine! We can practice, and maybe later, I can steal your phone for your Spotify.”

“Yeah, yeah,” his voice dips a bit lower, “c’mere.”

Something inside of you ignites, but you force yourself to ignore it while wrapping your arms around his shoulders; he slumps a bit to accommodate you, making the fire even hotter. You melt like butter into him. The two of you fit perfectly. You could feel it.

The melody is something from an old movie, gentle and sweet with a romantic vibe. It’s causing tension between you and Shigaraki.

It’s making you want to kiss him.

“You stepped on my foot,” he whispers while twirling you in a half-circle.

Squeaking a quiet apology, he rolls his eyes and dips you a tad, “you seem distracted.”

You can hardly hear him over “Easy Lovers” playing in the background. It’s consuming you whole like you might not ever breathe again.

“Do I?”

“Maybe I just don’t know you that well enough,” and you twirl again.

It’s just practicing for class, for a dumb class that wouldn’t even matter in four years. But you didn’t think of anything at that moment, just that you were pressing soft lips against chapped ones with a feeling of passion behind it. Even if he lacked lip balm, the sensation of him gripping your shirt made everything seem so much hotter. Sweeter.

He even has the gall to swipe his tongue over your lip like he’s the one who took the leap and kissed you first. You know that Shigaraki was too shy to kiss you first.

“...”

It’s dead silent, his Spotify queue echoing automatically and filling the room with music you don’t think you’ve ever heard. Shigaraki nearly shivers at the confused gleam in your eyes.

“It’s called shoegaze.”

“Shoegaze?”

“Yeah,” and he’s barely finishing the word before taking your cheek in hand and bringing you back to him.

Your breath hitches and you want to get so close the two of you nearly fuse together. Dainty hands tangled in his hair, all raggedy and muted like his skin or clothes. Something about how his bony fingers dig into the curve of your waist keeps your head spinning, and you don’t even realize he owns you by pressing you against the wall and licking the inside of your mouth.

“Sh-aah.”

The moan wasn’t too loud, but it echoed in his head. Shigaraki has never been the type to be so openly carnal and animalistic, and yet it was coming out with every kiss he dotted on the skin of your neck. He could fuck you here if he was so pleased, and briefly, he worried when he felt his cock stir in his pants.

You bring him back to you, grasping like a lifeline and laving over the slickness of his mouth and how he was strong enough to carry you just off the ground. It was stupidly hot; when did he get all this power? It’s like it overtook him, and the two of you part; neither of you wanted to.

“We need to stop.”

“But can’t we–”

“No. Not here,” he mulls over his following words with an annoyed look, “and I don’t have a condom.”

You nearly burst out laughing in his face, dry heaving and keeling over. But it’ll upset him, and that’s the last thing you want. “Oh, well, I’m on birth control?”

“Stop.”

He seems firm in his decision, but you can’t help but wiggle your hips toward him enticingly. Maybe he’ll cave, let you give him a handjob or something. I mean, that’s not that bad, right?

“Please?”

Shigaraki would usually feel irritation rise quickly and overwhelm him, but his eyes flicker down to your wandering hands and wiggling hips. Well, he was serious about not wanting to fuck here, but…

“I’m only doing this so you’ll be quiet!”

He sinks to his knees. You salivate at sight, brimming with joy and confidence. His thumbs hook in your belt loops, and he tenderly runs his hands over your thighs, “grab onto the ballet bar.”

You don’t think you’ll collapse to your knees, but you’re shaking in anticipation because he looks like he knows what he’s doing. The way he swiftly tugs your leggings and panties down in one go, you can feel your arousal smearing your thighs; you were already horny just from kissing him.

Finally, he looks relaxed, parting your puffy lips and admiring your dripping hole.

“It’s cute.”

“Shut up,” you’re breathless already with how you can feel his breath right where you need him.

Then, he’s licking from your clenching hole to the nub of your clit, the glide slick with spit as he gets to work.

“Shigaraki!”

You nearly scream, legs angling in too close, but his surprisingly firm grip keeps you how he wants you. Your hands wrench around the ballet bar as he licks every fold so he can taste as much of you as possible.

It’s wonderful, and you know now that he does in fact, know what he’s doing, especially with how his nose and cheeks are beginning to shine with arousal. He’s eating you like a man starved like he can’t get enough from fucking you on his tongue; he needs more and more. He licks into your hole, savoring every drop with a clench on your ass that’ll leave bruises for days.

He sucks your clit between his lips before pulling away with a pop, “you’re such a fucking brat.”

“I know, I know, and I’m sorry! Just keep,” and you tilt your hips towards his shiny lips again, “please? Feels so good….”

It’s rewarding how he flattens his tongue to grind up your slit, devouring you like he had too much time to practice. The way he toys with your pussy; makes your legs shake and your back arch off the mirror displaying your debauchedness.

Shigaraki mumbles something, but you’re too busy tilting your hips into his face and making him nearly unable to breathe as you tremble on his tongue. He tonguefucks you, digging deep with obscene slurping noises echoing around you, “oh, fuuuuck.”

Your hands entangle in his white strands, grounding you while you speed towards your orgasm like a rocket setting into space. Shigaraki seems to sense your quickened breaths and gyrating hips; his hands grip your ass cheeks to pull you closer as he makes you creamy. He holds you in place, forcing you to feel his tongue grinding flat circles over your clit before dipping down to lap over your pussy. He acts as if it’s a dessert. Like it’s a real treat to eat you out.

He pulls away, mildly huffing out of breath, “stop moving.”

Soft pecks are placed on your inner thighs as he lets you grow needier and needier through pussy neglect, “Shigaraki, please.”

“Please, what? You’re so selfish,” and he gives a hard suck to your clit, “I should just leave you here.”

“No! No, don’t!”

His rough treatment of you makes you jump, but he doesn’t leave you like he threatened. Instead, he kissed the mound of soft curls in the apex of your thighs, nose curving down the slope of your thigh as his breath barely ghosted over your slick lips.

“I want you to be the one that makes me feel good,” maybe if you lay it on thick, he’ll be forced to listen to you!

Instead, all he rewards you with is an unreadable look, but then he’s diving back in between your legs, and you can’t focus on what that look means because Shigaraki will make you cum.

“Yes, yes! Keep going, hah… your tongue’s so deep!”

The wet sounds make you flush, and his intensity makes you jump to your tip-toes and tilt away from the warm, wet mouth that chases you no matter how you tilt your hips.

Your legs are shaking, threatening to close, and the stretched coil snap could happen anytime you’re barely saying, “feel like I’m gonna, gonna c-ungh. Gonna cum…!”

He keeps going. Determined and sloppy with how he’s not even taking a second to breathe. You’re nearly there, humping his face with moans of his name that turn his ears pink. A hand snakes up your leg, and there’s a wet squelch as he easily slips two fingers inside. The stretch is delicious torture, and you cum while crying out.

“Shigaraki!”

His fingers help you ride out your orgasm, the remnants glistening on his fingers as your cream sticks to them lewdly before he sucks the essence off. He stands once you’ve regained yourself.

“Pretty good,” and he gives his hand one last lick; he can’t even stop the snark from appearing.

“Shut up! You’re so embarrassing.”

“Yeah, yeah, didn’t I just make you cum? All whiny, ‘ah, ah! Shigaraki mmph!’ right?”

“No! Not even right at all,” and he casually leans over you with his hands on the ballet bar as if you two were dating as if he was actually your boyfriend, “...but thank you.”

“Thank you?”

“Well, well, I mean! Thank you for… indulging me.”

You had trailed off, not even realizing how close he was to your ear until he whispered a gravelly, “you’re so very welcome for making you cum, if that’s what you mean.”

Neither of you speaks. You can’t help but look down and notice the bulge in his pants. He seems unbothered, but leaving him high and dry feels unfair.

“Do you want me to…?”

He gives a quick glance down but shakes his head, “Nah. We should just wrap all of this up, though.”

“Right,” and yet you don’t stop thinking about it while both of you make the practice room look neat again.

Even while walking you back home, his second time, Shigaraki knows that there’s something secretive on your mind.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing! Just tired.”

“...Right.”

He stares at you for too long before you head into your dorm. You know what’s coming but don’t make the first move. He’s quick about it, but he does kiss you. It’s so fast, sweet, and low stakes that you smile warmly at him.

“Goodnight, Shigaraki.”

The boy nods, pulling up his hoodie, “night.”

You can’t wait to tell Nejire all about it.

“You what?! You had sex with Shigaraki?!”

Nejire’s in disbelief, nearly falling off her bed as she bolts towards your side of the room, “you really did?”

“Other people can probably hear you! But, well, yeah. It wasn’t like we went all the way or anything! He just went down on me,” the pink in your cheeks is evident while you begin to unravel the story.

“Wait, where was this again?”

“Oh. The, well, the practice room?”

“The practice room?!.”

She suddenly bursts into laughter, and you feel your cheeks twitching as you squeeze her hands, “c’mon, it’s not funny!”

“No, no, it’s not. I didn’t think Shigaraki would eat pussy in the practice room!”

Sometimes you regret telling your roommate anything, but it took the edge off thinking about how he hadn’t texted you. Should you expect a text? You figured it would be something lighthearted, but he just went radio-silent. Just like that, it hurt, you had to admit. But, you weren’t gonna let him get away with it. You’ll get your payback soon, finally get him to realize what he’s really feeling.

You hope it’s the same as what you’re really feeling.

Then, the day of your presentation is like the sunrise. Knowing everyone would be watching you didn’t ease your nerves. Considering Shigaraki had been ignoring your texts since the last time you met, it felt like he was contributing to your anxiety just as much as the actual dance! You could hardly get dressed, shrugging on your comfiest yet presentable clothes.

Maybe he thought it was a mistake, and your fingers were itching to send a text. Nejire had advised you to send something short and sweet before leaving for the day, and you finally cave while brushing your teeth.

[Dance Partner]: Do you want to meet up before class?

Shigaraki lay in bed, still in pajamas and debating whether to drop out. His heartbeat spikes at the message, and it feels so dumb to get excited over a mere text. He’d been practicing, unbeknownst to you, spending so much time in the bathroom with the door locked to practice his footwork that he’d gotten an angry text from his roommate.

[Shigaraki]: I think it’s fine

Part of you wonders if he’ll show up at all.

[Dance Partner]: I’m nervous.

He doesn’t reply, but he feels the same. Eventually, he meandered his way to his closet to pick his outfit. Yeah, he was nervous too.

You spot him first, and part of you wants to wave him over but he seems to hardly look up. This was all fruitless. You should’ve never done anything in that practice room. Tears prickle your vision at the sudden emotion of it, a test, and knowing a guy wants nothing to do with you? It sucks much more than you thought it would.

“Hey.”

He’s calm, voice smooth and honeyed as he sits next to you. Hopefully, he doesn’t notice your glassy eyes.

“Hey.”

The silence passes between you as more people file in, and Nemuri sets up the class materials.

“I don’t think you should be nervous,” he pauses to side-eye you, “I’ve been practicing.”

“You have?”

“Yeah. I don’t want to give you a bad grade, and I need to pass.”

He put you first, and maybe it’s dumb to analyze his order of priorities, but it makes you feel special, “I think we’ll do well.”

You finally turn to look at him, and he’s already looking at you.

“Stop acting weird.”

“I-I’m not! I’m just nervous!”

“Yeah, right,” and a gentle hand settles on your knee, “I know what you’re thinking. About the practice room.”

“You’re the one that didn’t text me back.”

He doesn’t reply right away, but you know he feels terrible. The way he swallows and clenches his free fist, the regret is a bit palpable.

“...I know, and I’m sorry.”

He squeezes your knee for emphasis, “genuinely.”

You suppose it’s okay, mumbling that you forgive him and relishing in the burn that his hand leaves on your leg. Nejire clears her throat, and you listen to her instructions. His hand doesn’t leave your knee.

She calls your names about halfway into class, and suddenly the lights seem too bright once you’re on stage. You can feel your leg shaking as you stand interlocked with Shigaraki. He looks calm and collected. If anything, he seems to be more worried about you.

Indeed he can feel your anxiety shakes, and then his thumb rubs the space between your collarbones. It suddenly feels like everything will be alright.

“Are you two ready?”

You squeak out a “yes!” and Shigaraki merely nods; the music follows, and you retreat into your mind to remember every step.

“Don’t be nervous,” he whispers softly, and you feel like you could do anything.

The two of you dance to the same song in the practice room while you swim across the floor with grace, the type of grace that’s only there because you have a connection. It comes effortlessly, Shigaraki leading with you following as he steadily guides you by your waist.

You remember to make eye contact, and your breath is stolen because your biggest fears have been confirmed. You like Shigaraki. You want him carnally. More than anything in the world, you move like two souls on the same plane. Everything about it is perfect.

He stops the momentum, your upper half steadily supported by a hand that shows so much tenderness between your shoulder blades. The two of you were breathing softly, near exhaustion with the way your bodies swirled together into one.

“Excellent! Very nice. Any critiques?”

The spell is broken, and you’re collecting your breath while smoothing your clothes. Whew, that was something. Your eyes track toward Shigaraki’s, and he’s looking at you again.

“I thought you guys looked very clean,” said a meek girl desperate to escape the room’s silence.

You offer a “thanks” and note the critique of better posture, among other surface criticism. Nemuri writes on her clipboard, smiling and nodding, “excellent, thank you, you two.”

“I have to go, excuse me.”

He leaves you alone on the stage to race up the stairs to collect his backpack. You’re knocked out of a trance and thrown into deep waters, and Nemuri begins to call the next names.

“Hiroshi, is your partner not here? Oh, and,” she turns back to you, “you can take a seat now.”

You do.

It’s time to settle this, Shigaraki decides. There’s a three-day break coming up, and his mind has been looping back to it every passing class. He couldn’t keep running away from you anymore after you were assigned different partners for the next dance. If he doesn’t act, he’ll completely lose you.

And for the record, Nemuri was a liar. Could she not see the connection between you two? Even he could see it, and he wished he couldn’t.

It felt like you were slipping away, partnered with someone else, and Shigaraki had been conversing with you sparsely. It was torture, Hell on Earth if he had to imagine it. You’re getting lost in the waves, and he’s losing his grip.

Meanwhile, you’ve been getting on top of your classwork and contacting your new dance partner, Eijirou. It doesn’t feel the same of course, not when you can feel Shigaraki’s eyes on you every time you’re in the arms of the redhead.

You don’t expect anything from him anymore; you pretend not to. The ding sounds from your phone, and you just know.

[Shigaraki]: hey

It makes your heart race, and you can feel your pulse thrumming in your neck.

[Her]: Hey

[Shigaraki]: wyd

[Her]: I’m not doing this

[Shigaraki]: come over

[Her]: No

[Shigaraki]: i wanna see you

You want to slap yourself. Tell him there’s no way you can deal with his hot and cold nature. That even if you like him, he’s not good for you. You can’t, shouldn’t, wouldn’t, won’t.

[Her]: Come to my dorm and walk with me, it’s too dark and cold

[Shigaraki]: omw

Waiting feels painful. You spend a minute making sure you are moisturized and smelling good, and then eventually, he’s at the sliding door of the dorm. You’re wearing a simple long-sleeve, and you’re keen to pick up on the fact that he really brought you a coat.

“Hey,” you smile and eagerly embrace him the tiniest bit.

“Hey, take it. ‘M tired of holding it,” and your hands are brushing when you take the black hoodie to slip over your head.

The walk is quiet, and you can feel anticipation climbing up your spine as the two of you grow closer and closer. The cold is nonexistent, not with the warmth you feel because of the boy beside you.

“Is your roommate home?”

He shakes his head, hand steady as he slips the key into the lock and brings you into his space. The lights flicker on, and you’re smiling at his side of the room. Dark, a bit punk, and he’s totally unashamed of it. He drops the keys in the bowl, turning his head first before fully facing you.

“So–”

You’re rushing to jump into his arms, connecting your lips effortlessly in a kiss that soothes all aches you’d ever had about him. You knew he would catch you, and you fit like the sun and moon. The connection makes you heave into the kisses, leaning into the slickness of saliva coating your lips while he pushes you against the nearest wall.

It feels like dancing, the way your tongues slide against each other with a fierceness while he shrugs off his jacket. You’re already wet, impossibly wet, and the mewls come out despite you trying to swallow them. The need for him is so strong you’re dropping your legs to move things along.

“You’re so fucking hot,” pressing his forehead against yours, “holy shit.”

“You wanna see more?”

Peeling off the sweatshirt to catch your curves worn under the fitted long-sleeve. His hand circles your lower back, eyes locked onto how your tits nearly spill out of its v-neck. They’re so easy to hold; his hand is already sliding up your side to the underside of your breasts.

“Can I?”

“Of course,” you whisper while tugging his hand to squeeze your tits, sighing at the contact.

“No bra?”

“What, you, ah! You want it to get in the way?”

“God, no,” His other hand meets your other tit, fully groping you, and his eyes nearly crimson with need.

His hardness is apparent, the bulge nudging against your thigh while his knee applies delicious pressure to your aching clit; you can’t stop your hips from grinding up against his leg.

“Kiss me,” and he’s quick to shut you up, hands raking under your shirt to feel skin on skin.

“Shigaraki!”

He could listen to you say that all day, but he can’t stand how the two of you are still so tightly clothed. Your shirt comes up, and you’re quick to immediately tug it off and grind on his leg again. It’s sticky, hot, and heady as the two of you dry-hump against the only space on the wall.

“Wait, we should…we should move to the bed,” and he doesn’t seem to hear you with how he lurches forward to lick into your mouth, “Sh-Shigaraki.”

The kisses only stop for a moment, but then he’s pushing away from the wall and guiding you by the hands to the bed. He slips off his sweatpants, leaving his boxers on, and you mirror him. It almost feels too intimate when he stares at you once settled on top of you, and you can’t take it.

His hand circles your nipple slowly, making you arch at the feeling of him toying with your chest, “mm!”

Resting on his left hand, you watch as the bony hand travels downwards, swooping under your tit to glide past your belly button and reach the black band of your panties, “may I?”

You’ve never been so turned on, and you’re sure it’ll be smeared all over your thighs by the end of this tryst. Lifting your hips, he tosses the panties onto the floor, and your face burns with how your wetness immediately soaks his fingers when he runs them through your slit.

“You’re so wet, you’re that needy?”

“I just need you to touch me…!”

He gives a low hum, digits circling your clit so slowly that your legs jump closed, “keep them open.”

You’re getting desperate, eager to feel him slip his fingers inside and crook them up, but he’s so calm and attentive. Taking his time, he looks at every inch of your pussy with fire in his eyes. You’re dripping, and the slick sounds when he just barely slips his middle finger into your hole nearly echo.

Finally, he indulges you by slipping it in deep and rubbing your clit with his thumb. You can hardly breathe, toes curling as you hold his wrist to keep fingering you, “fuck, feels so good!”

He can only chuckle, curling his fingers and hitting that gooey spongy spot that arches your back and leaves muffled cries spilling through your fingers. It feels so good, too good, and you’re soaring as he finally starts to thrust his hand.

“Come on, let me hear what you have to say. Do you like it? Do you want more?”

“I wan, I want…!”

He forces his hand, adjusting to a steady rhythm that you can practically hear yourself getting close from the stimulation of being finger-fucked. Looking down at you, he’s keyed into every movement. Every noise and body twitch. It’s like he’s been possessed to make you cum, and you’re nearly there.

“Gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you grappled for your tit like a lifeline, and it was like a show with how he watched you tug at your chest.

It’s so desperate, and it feels perfect to finally be connected and feel the heat of his breath while he makes you cream on his hand. You’re at his mercy, and he knows it, “go on and cum. Wanna fuck you.”

You nearly black out, the tension snapping like a rubber band as you gyrate your hips. It’s debauched, but you hardly care when Shigaraki rubs a tight circle on your clit, “heh.”

“You’re,” you’re still panting, and he grins.

“I’m what?”

He’s shrugging his boxers off while you recover, and your clit throbs once he exposes his cock, lean and long like his fingers.

“Nothing!”

“Cat got your tongue?”

You circle closer to him, watching eagerly as he slips the condom on with ease. Your mouth’s watering and you want to go down on him badly, but he has other plans.

“Wanna do doggy?”

“Yeah,” and it’s the hottest sight he’s ever seen when you bend over, exposing your clenching hole waiting to be filled. Your ass is up in the air, and you look perfectly spread out for him.

The slap on your ass makes you jump, but Shigaraki seems happy with the way he kneads the fat of your ass. His cock bumps into your pussy as he maneuvers himself, and the slickness of it sliding between your folds and bumping your clit makes you shake.

“God, I could fuckin’ tease you forever,” and he grips the base of his cock with a groan, “I don’t know why I waited so long.”

“I know! Why don’t you–”

He slides home, he’s not too girthy, but the length makes your arms shake while supporting your body, “oh god.”

“Yeah, fuckkk, yeah.”

It’s a slow rhythm, clearly reveling in the wet warmth and tightness of your hole; he’s got a death grip on your hip as he shallowly thrusts into you, “amazing pussy.”

You can only moan a “thanks” as he moves a bit more, cockhead dragging against your walls and then filling you back up till you feel like you can’t breathe. The bed creaks, and he starts pounding you so hard it cries. Jolting you forward, you can’t even lean away from how he plows himself into you, balls slapping against your clit, giving you aftershocks.

It’s messy, and he’s barely holding his rhythm because you’re squeezing around him so tight and he feels like he might shoot his load any second. He slows down for a mere second to rub your clit, lean body resting on yours as he moves his hips in tandem with yours.

He’s panting and is too stuck on your eyes rolling back to notice he’s inching closer and closer to his orgasm. The coil is hot in his tummy as he ravages you and makes you take all of him. The connection drives you wild, and soon you’re pushed face-first into the pillows as he fucks you like a fleshlight.

“Fuck, fuck, oh my god,” and he fucking whimpers inside of you.

It sends your head spinning as he reaches his peak, a hand slapping your ass as the two of you move together. Your ass smacks against his lower abs, and the slick that coats the top of the hair around his base makes him heave, “I’m gonna cum. Fuck, gonna milk this sweet pussy.”

You barely crane your head to catch a view, and he looks heavenly, and his eyes draw shut. He’s barely even thrusting, just mashing into you deeper and harder. He opens his eyes, and the red in them turns nearly burgundy as he grunts.

“Shiga-Shigaraki…!”

One, two, and then he’s pinning you down with his body weight as his hips jerk up into you. You know he’s wearing a condom, but part of you wants to imagine the heat filling your insides and breeding you. The thought of it makes you squeeze around him, and his fingers leave bruises on tender parts of your flesh.

It takes a minute for your breath to calm. The feeling of satiation with Shigaraki still buried to the hilt in you feels so comforting that you could fall asleep. You’re barely there, thoroughly fucked and floating in space. He has enough strength to interlock your hands on top of you, and the two of you bask in the post-coital glow.

“You gonna get off me any time soon?”

He offers a steady deep breath before replying.

“Nope. It’s my reward for looking after you at that party.”

“Really? You’re still on that?”

Sidelining you again, you remember why he frustrates you so much once again. But it doesn’t hurt this time; it just feels good.

“Go on a date with me.”

“You can’t just change the subject like that!”

“Then go on a date with me, and I won’t have to.”

Your mouth flattens into a straight line, “you’re lame.”

Small kisses dot the curve of your neck as he finally pulls himself out of you. You leave in a flash to use the bathroom and return to the covers being pulled up just for you.

The two of you settle on meeting up next Monday.

[Shigaraki]: See you at the ice skating rink

You never knew Shigaraki would be one to skate between you two? He didn’t, either. He supposed you just bring out that side of him.

The side that likes dancing, ice skating, and you.

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sabo-has-my-heart · 10 months ago

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The Correct Signs

"Ace's clumsy first time relationship with a deaf reader. Both Ace and reader are university students of the same school. Ace notices reader as a cute girl on the first day in class, then found out she is deaf later on that day. He notices all of her little actions and hobbies. Like how nice her hand writing is when she communicates with others, or how her eyes sparkle when she can use sign language with someone, or how she keep all of the notes her friends gave her in a small notebook. He also subconciously help her whenever he can. Like clearing some awkward moments or notice her of sounds she couldn't hear. Then, one day, he gave her a small note with his confession and she said yes. They became a couple. Ace started to notice more of her habits. She doesn't like it when someone sneak on her, so whenever he is near her, he tries to let her know of his presence as soon as possible. She still tries to have normal conversations and greetings, like a welcome back, or a good morning. She teaches him sign language, and she tells him that it's the warmest thing ever to know that he wants to learn it for her. Just fluffh stuff ig"

Part 2 to Can You Hear Me?

Part 1

Warnings: Deaf!Reader, disabilities, love confessions, sign language

Word Count: 1380

So I put their sign language in italics. I did this because they are still talking, but it's all in sign language and I wanted to make it clear that they're signing.

Treating you like normal wasn’t as easy as Ace had thought it would be. Part of him still wanted to treat you like you were, well, like you were disabled. He still wanted to help you carry things, still wanted to be sensitive about you being able to hear or make sure you got proper notes. That didn’t mean he didn’t try, just that he’d catch himself doing something you’d asked him not to only to suddenly stop himself and suddenly feel guilty that he was treating you differently again. Still, you were patient with him, giving him time to adjust to treating you like normal again. You were used to people treating you differently after learning that you were deaf, used to them having to adjust and then readjust. The point was that he was trying.

Ace was also trying to learn sign language as quickly as possible, often making you smile and shake your head when he’d sign something, get frustrated at how slowly he was moving and pout, or when he’d attempt to sign something quickly, only to come up with gibberish that had you wanting to burst out laughing. He was dedicated though and it was amusing when he messed up, so you really didn’t mind.

All the time spent together also meant that the two of you got to know each other better. You’d been friends before he’d learned you were deaf, before you’d started teaching him sign language, but now you were spending even more time together as he attempted to learn an entirely new language. Hobbies that you had that you hadn’t told him about because you hadn’t written it down, TV shows you enjoyed, books you liked. Little things that he’d never thought to ask you before. You’d already known quite a bit about him, the boy talking quite a lot when the two of you hung out, but it felt different now, closer. It wasn’t just you learning about his motorcycle and his favorite sports, it wasn’t him figuring out your favorite professors as you joked about them in class or what kind of foods you liked. It was more… real. With each new thing he learned about you, he couldn’t help but feel himself falling deeper and deeper for you, staring at you in adoration and wonder whenever you weren’t looking, wishing he could tell you how beautiful you were to your face instead of behind your back… glaring at his brother jealously when your eyes lit up because Sabo already knew sign language. That bright sparkle of excitement when Ace introduced you, telling his brother you were deaf, only for him to immediately start a conversation with you and laughing at things that Ace didn’t understand because the two of you were moving too quickly.

Pacing back and forth, Ace practiced his sign language, occasionally shaking his hands as he tried to shake his nerves off. Was he getting the movements right? Was he shaking too much? Maybe the position of his fingers were wrong! Sabo had laughed like a demented hyena when he’d walked in on Ace practicing, only making the young man more nervous before getting into a fight with the blond. After kicking the shit out of each other, Sabo had actually started helping Ace memorize the signs that Ace would need, making sure that Ace had it down before leaving him to practice. He wasn’t meeting up with you until 3, so he still had time to practice a few more times, carefully going over the movements again as he stared at himself in the mirror. The two of you were meeting at the library to help him go over his most recent sign language lessons as well as get some studying in because Ace had spent so much time working with you that his grades were suffering.

Sitting at the table, you smiled as you watched him carefully sign whatever was written on the notecard you showed him. His movements were still a little slow, and he seemed to be shaking, but you couldn’t help but smile as he successfully signed each answer. Finally putting down the last notecard, you gave him a light, quiet clap, proud that he’d managed to get them all correct. Before you could fully turn away from him, he was gently taking your wrist, turning you back towards him.

“What is it, Ace?” you looked at the man, watching the gears turn in his head as he processed your movements.

“I have something to tell you.” his hands were shaking even more now as he carefully signed the words. Cocking your head to the side in confusion, you nodded, gesturing for him to continue, “We’ve been spending a lot of time together and we’ve…” Ace’s movements stopped as he tried to remember the rest of the movements before frustratedly dropping his hands, “I just… I wanted to tell you that, well, you mean a lot to me. You’ve put up with me being an idiot, you’re patient with me, you care and I just wanted to say…” Ace took a deep breath, raising his hands again, “I… I love you, will you go out with me? Will you be my girlfriend?” you stared at him in shock. After a moment you glanced down at his hands, then back up at him, then back down at his hands again. You hadn’t taught him most of those yet, meaning not only had he just confessed to you, but he’d specifically gone out of his way to learn the correct signs to tell you. After a moment, you felt a nervous tap on your shoulder, bringing you out of your swirling thoughts as you looked at him.

“Well?” his hands shook as he moved his arms, clearly nervous about your reaction. Smiling you scooted closer, leaning forward as you kissed him on the cheek. The young man looked at you, stunned, as you nodded your head, grabbing your favorite pen and the paper next to you.

“Yes, I’d love to go on a date with you. I’d love to be your girlfriend.” You watched as an impossibly large smile spread across Ace’s face, the young man shouting a ‘yes’ at the top of his lungs before picking you up and spinning you around, drawing every eye in the library. You stared at the librarian as she walked up to you, glaring at the boy before starting to scold him, making you shake your head. Tapping the librarian on the shoulder, you drew her attention to you. The woman looked over to you, as you held up your hands again. You and the woman were familiar with each other, being one of the few people on campus who also knew sign language.

“My apologies, Ada, this is my fault. I was teaching him how to sign and I told him he did perfectly. He was very excited.” you lied, making the woman sigh and nod. She wouldn’t deny his success if he’d done well, looking at the boy expectantly, clearly looking to see what had him so excited. Grabbing your pen, you wrote that she wanted him to show her what sign language he’d learned, the boy’s eyes widening in worry but nodding all the same. Watching his hands shake, you smiled as he managed to slowly sign a few short sentences that you’d taught him, watching as the librarian nodded approvingly.

“Very well, just be more careful next time you give him good news. This is still a library after all.” With that, the woman walked away, leaving you to write down everything that had been said, making the boy laugh quietly.

“So uh, why don’t we take care of that studying, then watch a movie at my place? I heard the new Barbie movie has a sign language option on Netflix.” Ace offered, making you smile. Sighing, you nodded in agreement, finding it cute how excited he was about everything. Giving him another kiss on the cheek, you pulled out your books and set them on the table, though you honestly doubted you’d get much studying done. At least, not any studying that wasn’t teaching him more sign language as he eagerly attempted to learn more about how to communicate with his new girlfriend.

#one piece #one piece ace #fire fist ace #portgas d ace #ace x reader #fire fist ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #op ace #deaf!reader #disabled!reader

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katnissmellarkkk · 1 year ago

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Collection of introductions of the love interest in a YA series. You can always tell based on how they’re introduced what kind of love interest they’re meant to be.

[ katniss/peeta - hunger games ]

“Peeta Mellark.”

Peeta Mellark!

Oh, no, I think. Not him. Because I recognize this name, although I have never spoken directly to its owner. Peeta Mellark.

No, the odds are not in my favor today.

I watch him as he makes his way toward the stage. Medium height, stocky build, ashy blond hair that falls in waves over his forehead. The shock of the moment is registering on his face, you can see his struggle to remain emotionless, but his blue eyes show the alarm I’ve seen so often in prey. Yet he climbs steadily onto the stage and takes his place.

[…]

Why him? I think. Then I try to convince myself it doesn’t matter. Peeta Mellark and I are not friends. Not even neighbors. We don’t speak. Our only real interaction happened years ago. He’s probably forgotten it. But I haven’t and I know I never will…

[ bella/edward - twilight ]

As I examined them, the youngest, one of the Cullens, looked up and met my gaze, this time with evident curiosity in his expression. As I looked swiftly away, it seemed to me that his glance held some kind of unmet expectation.

"Which one is the boy with the reddish brown hair?" I asked. I peeked at him from the corner of my eye, and he was still staring at me, but not gawking like the other students had today — he had a slightly frustrated expression. I looked down again.

"That's Edward. He's gorgeous, of course, but don't waste your time. He doesn't date. Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him." She sniffed, a clear case of sour grapes. I wondered when he'd turned her down.

I bit my lip to hide my smile. Then I glanced at him again. His face was turned away, but I thought his cheek appeared lifted, as if he were smiling, too.

[ harry/ginny - harry potter ]

“You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?”

“Who?”

“Harry Potter!”

Harry heard the little girl’s voice. “Oh, Mum, can I go on the train and see him, Mum, oh please. . . .”

“You’ve already seen him, Ginny, and the poor boy isn’t something you goggle at in a zoo.”

[ hermione/ron - harry potter ]

“Has anyone seen a toad? Neville’s lost one,” she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.

“We’ve already told him we haven’t seen it,” said Ron, but the girl wasn’t listening, she was looking at the wand in his hand.

“Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.” She sat down. Ron looked taken aback.

“Er — all right.”

[…]

He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.

“Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. “Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard — I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough — I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?”

[…]

“I’m Ron Weasley,” Ron muttered.

[ tris/four - divergent ]

I have to stand on solid ground again. I see a few hands stretching out to me at the edge of the net, so I grab the first one I can reach and pull myself across. I roll off, and I would have fallen face-first onto a wood floor if he had not caught me.

“He” is the young man attached to the hand I grabbed. He has a spare upper lip and a full lower lip. His eyes are so deep-set that his eyelashes touch the skin under his eyebrows, and they are dark blue, a dreaming, sleeping, waiting color.

[ percy/annabeth - percy jackson ]

“Annabeth?” Mr. Brunner called to the blonde girl.

She came forward and Mr. Brunner introduced us. “This young lady nursed you back to health, Percy. Annabeth, my dear, why don’t you go check on Percy’s bunk? We’ll be putting him in cabin eleven for now.”

Annabeth said, “Sure, Chiron.”

She was probably my age, maybe a couple of centimeters taller and a whole lot more athletic-looking. With her deep tan skin and her curly blonde hair, she was almost exactly what I thought a stereotypical California girl would look like, except her eyes ruined the image. They were startling grey, like storm clouds; pretty but intimidating too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight.

She glanced at the Minotaur horn in my hand, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, You killed a Minotaur! or Wow, you’re so awesome! or something like that.

Instead she said, “You drool when you sleep.”

[ thomas/teresa - the maze runner ]

But he had caught a glimpse of her before being blocked off. She was thin, but not too small. Maybe five and a half feet tall, from what he could tell. She looked like she could be fifteen or sixteen years old, and her hair was tar black. But the thing that had really stood out to him was her skin: pale, white as pearls.

[…]

He approached Newt and Alby, who both knelt beside the girl. Thomas, not wanting to meet their stares, concentrated on the girl; despite her paleness, she was really pretty. More than pretty. Beautiful. Silky hair, flawless skin, perfect lips, long legs. It made him sick to think that way about a dead girl, but he couldn’t look away. Won’t be that way for long, he thought with a queasy twist in his stomach. She’ll start rotting soon. He was surprised at having such a morbid thought.

“You know this girl, shank?” Alby asked, sounding ticked off.

Thomas was shocked by the question. “Know her? Of course I don’t know her. I don’t know anyone. Except for you guys.”

“That’s not …,” Alby began, then stopped with a frustrated sigh. “I meant does she look familiar at all? Any kind of feelin’ you’ve seen her before?”

“No. Nothing.” Thomas shifted, looked down at his feet, then back at the girl.

[…]

Thomas’s mind was spinning. He was sure he’d never seen her before—but then the slightest hint of doubt crept into his mind. “I swear she doesn’t look familiar at all,” he said anyway. He’d had enough accusations.

[ clary/jace - the mortal instruments ]

It was Alec who spoke first. “What’s this?” he demanded, looking from Clary to his companions, as if they might know what she was doing there.

“It’s a girl,” Jace said, recovering his composure. “Surely you’ve seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one.” He took a step closer to Clary, squinting as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. “A mundie girl,” he said, half to himself. “And she can see us.” “

“Of course I can see you,” Clary said. “I’m not blind, you know.”

“Oh, but you are,” said Jace, bending to pick up his knife. “You just don’t know it.” He straightened up. “You’d better get out of here, if you know what’s good for you.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Clary said. “If I do, you’ll kill him.” She pointed at the boy with the blue hair.

“That’s true,” admitted Jace, twirling the knife between his fingers. “What do you care if I kill him or not?”

“Be-because—,” Clary spluttered. “You can’t just go around killing people.”

“You’re right,” said Jace. “You can’t go around killing people.” He pointed at the boy with blue hair, whose eyes were slitted. Clary wondered if he’d fainted. “That’s not a person, little girl. It may look like a person and talk like a person and maybe even bleed like a person. But it’s a monster.”

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inverted-typo · 1 year ago

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I would love to hear the rest of your rambles on damirae I love hearing people different views regarding them and what they do in their daily life or thing in general relating to them

And I would love to share! Thanks for being interested in my thoughts haha. Side note, if you want some awesome takes visit @redstreetsahead and @djbunnie they have some really fun ideas! Below are just a garbled bullet list of hcs and whatnot. No particular order or theme

When it’s just Raven and him, Damian is astonishingly more patient and less hot-headed. Raven was surprised to find this out at first but fell even deeper in love with him because of this exclusive and hidden gentle side. It wasn’t always like that but when he started actually feeling vulnerable and comfortable around her it was like a dam had been broken. Raven knows if she ever told anyone what he was like behind closed doors no one would believe her

There are definitely instances where the two have to be apart for x amounts of time, and I think Damian experiences a greater sense of longing of missing her. Not that Raven doesn’t miss him terribly, but because she has such masterful control over her emotions it’s easier for her to manage. Damian of course is extremely focused on the mission at hand, and doesn’t allow his emotions to distract him by any means; but if he gets a moment to pause he will happily think about her

On that note I would love to see a moment where Damian is on mission with Dick, and while they’re in transit or have a second to breathe, Dick asks about Raven. Dick strategically brings up this topic because Damian can’t just run away from it lol. At this point, Dick has inklings that Damian has developed some very real feelings for her, and wants to assure him he has his support. Of course Damian vehemently expresses it’s none of Grayscum’s (my hc for what Damian calls him lol) business, but deep down really appreciates it because he isn’t sure if he could go to his father for those types of things

Damian is the first person to ask if he can practice meditating with her. He had been feeling particularly frustrated at this time and became open minded to other options because punching a wall until his knuckles bled wasn’t really working. At first Raven was unsure because she didn’t know if she could handle a second person while she meditated, but after realizing his presence, despite his tumultuous emotional state, was quite comforting. Having (good) companionship she found was extremely helpful and it became something she enjoyed immensely. From that point forward he was always welcome to meditate with her. It took a bit of courage but finally Raven actually invites him to meditate together

Imagine after them publicly dating for a bit, their sparring sessions become a bit more flirtatious. They’ve grown comfortable with people knowing about them so their private mannerisms sometimes slip out. Garfield notes one day, “Jeeze you guys are becoming a Dick and Kori 2.0.” Neither of them will ever fully recover from that kind of embarrassment.

Damian learns Raven doesn’t know how to drive. Absolutely stunned and appalled by this fact, Raven is forced (very panicked by the way) behind the wheel by the end of the day. “Damian PLEASE don’t make me do this?!” “You HAVE TO KNOW HOW TO DRIVE RAVEN.” “NO I DON’T I CAN FLY AND TELEPORT OH MY GOD.” “Okay, so this is a manual.”

The pride Damian has when he introduces Raven to the Bat Fam is palpable. He is especially excited when Raven and Alfred end up having long talks in the kitchen over a cup of tea about poetry and other niche literature that even Bruce doesn’t know about.

Raven asks one day if she can draw with Damian, and that was one of the best moments in that little angry boy’s life. He happily gets her supplies and she is very out of her comfort zone. But she wanted to share yet another thing with him. So she tries her best. She tries not to think about Mr. Picasso over there too much and manages to produce a very rough and haphazard sketch. Damian insists on framing it. Raven refuses.

Raven sucks so bad at cooking. Anything more than a sandwich or boxed Mac and cheese is simply too much to ask for. Girl knows her limits and respects them. Damian on the other hand can cook, but I think they both actively avoid it. His knife skills are stellar though.

Not sure how good of a carpenter Damian would be, but maybe at one point he tries to build her a bookshelf. If it doesn’t turn out good he can always just buy an antique for her.

While Damian is the gift giver, Raven’s love language is quality time. She makes sure to do things they both enjoy, whether that’s reading together, listening to music, going on a motorcycle ride, or just taking a nap together. If she notices Damian feeling the need to blow steam or just get away from the tower, she offers to teleport them to Gotham to go on patrol for the night. Damian cannot express how much that truly means to him.

#damirae #damirae rambles #long post

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inkedinshadows · 6 months ago

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Hello lovely people! 🌸

(snippet of fanfic at the end)

Hi everyone! I'm not exactly new here, but I've never really posted anything before. I lurked in the dark, sometimes appearing in someone's comments, but mainly silently devouring fanfic for Azriel because I'm such a sucker for our shadowsinger 🖤

But now that I've got a lot of free time on my hands, I've decided to give a shot at writing something of my own and share it with anyone who'd be willing (and kind enough) to read it.

And while I work on the final scenes of my first fic, I thought it could be a nice idea if maybe I introduced myself a little a bit? I don't know, maybe no one really cares, but maybe someone does? So here it is.

🌸 I'm Italian, so forgive me if there are some mistakes or some weird stuff, but don't feel bad about calling me out on it so I can improve ✨️ it's my first time writing something other than an essay or dissertation in English after all

🌸 My name is Yennifer (not very Italian, I know), but you can call me Yen or Yenni. Whatever you like works tbh

🌸 I started writing when I was 10 and the first thing I ever wrote was a crossover for Harry Potter and Narnia, in which Peter and Ginny ended up together. I actually rewrote the whole thing at 13, then again at 15, and then I started writing a sequel. When I tell you I made that my whole personality for a few years, I mean it

🌸 I studied Foreign Languages and Literatures in university (and hopefully it helped with mastering English enough to use it for fanfics) and I recently graduated. I'm currently waiting and praying for my admission to the Master program

🌸 I've always wanted to be a writer, but since now I'm old enough (22 lol) to realize I'm not sure I've got what it takes to plan, write and finish (they tell me this is an important part of it) a whole ass book, my dream job is translator: reading, writing and languages all in one. What else could I possibly want?

🌸 My favorite authors are Jay Kristoff, TJ Klune and Jojo Moyes. If we stick to classics, I love Oscar Wilde and a few Italian dudes probably not many know

🌸 I love the color blue in all its shades, so I like to think it as fate that Azriel's color is cobalt 💙

🌸 I am OBSESSED with music. I can't live without it and I'm not even exaggerating. If I'm not listening to music, then there's still music playing in my mind and it never shuts up. Sometimes it can even be a bit frustrating. But whether it's real or just in my head, music is playing 24/7 around here

🌸 In case you couldn't tell, I particularly like this flower emoji. I just think it's really cute and a nice change from the usual lil red heart

Now, before I wrap this up, here's the little snippet I promised. Enjoy!

His shadows lunged forward as if they wanted to reassure her, but he held them back. He approached her slowly, stopping just in front of her. He crouched down next to her and waited for her to meet his eyes before speaking.

“Let me help,” he said, unable to hide his concern any longer. He wanted to erase that haunted look from her eyes and he’d do anything to make her feel safe and protected again.

“You’re not alone, Y/N,” he continued, his tone gentle. In his mind, he was cursing himself for not having thought that she might experience this kind of problem. “I could help you. We can do it at your pace and stop whenever you wish.”

She stared into his eyes and it felt like an eternity passed before she nodded. Relief flooded his chest at her trust, her willingness to finally let someone help her.

[...]

Tears were streaming down her face and she sobbed, drawing her legs close to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She began to rock back and forth and maybe she was begging for it to stop, to never start, maybe she was screaming or calling out for someone, maybe she wasn’t saying anything at all.

As that dark freezing water closed over her and pulled her under, she knew the pain would come soon. And there was nothing she could do to stop it. She was drowning and there was nothing she could do, nothing she could do, nothing she could…

A tender, gentle touch on her cheek. From far away, someone called her name. And among the chaos, the darkness, the crippling fear, she saw a pair of hazel eyes, soft and yet concerned. A male voice assuring her that she was safe, that he was with her.

She wanted to believe that voice, but the water was pulling her under, cold and dark and terrifying. And yet that gentle voice was still talking to her, those hazel eyes still looking into hers, and she tried to hold on to them, to not let it all slip away.

And then someone took her hand and suddenly she felt something thumping beneath her palm. A heartbeat, she realized. Life.

Heartbeat meant life. Not death, not pain.

Life.

Alright, I really hope you liked this and that it sparked your curiosity just enough to stick around to read the whole thing. I'll post it in the next few days, I just have to write the end.

Whether you've read the whole post or just skipped to the snippet, thank you so much and hopefully I'll see you again! 💙🌸🙈

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kit-williams · 1 year ago

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Barn Anon. I-I think it’s happy?? I hope you enjoy it.

“I hate you”

Those three words echo in Castle’s mind as he carries on his daily routine. Leaves crunch and twigs snap when he steps on them. He has to patrol the area to make sure it’s safe for his humans. Yet those three words distract him constantly.

It’s been nearly 8 decades since he first found his first human, Susan as she introduced herself back then. It’s been what? 6 years since she passed, 6 years since one of her grandchildren moved in with their own flock of little ones. He’s no stranger to the shortness of human lifespan. How brief theirs are in comparison with his own. It was because of his decision to stay with Susan throughout her life and even stay on with her grandchild that he’s familiar with human life stages.

As it is the little ones had grown up somewhat since they moved in and while two of them are still adorably affectionate and open. The older two are now on the “teenager” life stage. Both growing a little prickly and clawing for whatever bit of independence they can get regardless of consequences.

He sighs, he knew to expect it, Susan was that way, as were her children. While he wasn’t as involved with her grandchildren, he knows they too followed that trend. Of course these great grandchildren would be no different. Yet when his efforts to stop the eldest from making a mistake that she would certainly regret in the years to come were met with such anger… and even hatred… it does hurt. A lot.

“I hate you.”

Words spoken out of frustration. He knows she didn’t mean it, not really. This isn’t the first time she had lashed out with words and he knows once she cools down, she’ll be apologetic. Just as he knows that one day when she’s older, she’ll understand that he’s not trying to restrict her but simply trying to protect her.

HOW IS THIS HAPPY ANON IM GONNA MAKE IT HAPPY

Castle right now:

"I'm sorry Castle." Charlie says with tearful eyes up at Castle. She sobs as she hugs the immortal thing. Feeling like a fool as she shakes from fear having whistled like he had taught her and squeezing that device he had given her and surprisingly... he still came, "I don't hate you." Charlie hiccups.

"I know." Castle says holding her close as he walks with her away from the "party". Castle crashing it and snarling ordering everyone to go home seemed to shock everyone more... no one would believe them that a space marine could talk.

He kisses the crown of her head as he carries Charlie in his arms as her face paint runs from her tears. She tells him how she had just gotten way in over her head gotten uncomfortable felt alone and scared. There were so many people there she didn't know and suddenly her friends were gone.

Castle hushes and tries to soothe his charge... he really hadn't formally or he suppose informally taken any of them as his charge. Perhaps their mother but he still saw himself as Susan's marine but Susan was gone. But Castle was there for Susan during times like this and he would be there for you and your children when they needed him too.

#warhammer 40k #barn anon #Space marine husbandry #tales from the barn #space marine husbandry sentience

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macabrecravings · 1 year ago

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Fated Love

Chapter 6: Roller Rink Night

Julie Crawford/Sonny Williams

A/N: Chapter 6 introduces a cool new character!! Samuel Williams! (Sonny's older brother) !! :D He's silly & fun to read about. Alsooo... After the next chapter, I believe @thedrakonian18 will be closing the curtains on this story and making a sequel!!! I'm hyped to come along on the journey as this story expands and unravels!! :D

“Dude, why are you hiding? Come on, everybody is looking for you.” Danny said as he sat next to Leland.

“Leave me alone, bro. I’m just… contemplating.” Leland replied with a look of defeat on his face.

At this point, Danny sighed in frustration. “Look, Leland. I get it. I truly do. But you got to get over Julie. She doesn’t see you that way. Believe me. I used to be like this with a girl back in high school. Then I woke up and realized she wasn’t the one for me. Please, listen to me, Leland. It’s not worth pursuing.”

“Danny it’s just… I love her deeply. I mean, ever since we first met, over time, I developed strong feelings for her. We grew so close, and sometimes she flirted with me, so I really thought she liked me back.” Leland began with a sigh as the tears fell. “Besides, what does she see in Sonny that I don’t have? Not saying he's a bad guy at all. Dude is like a brother to me. But why him and not me? What does he have that I don’t?”

Danny tried to come up with an answer, but couldn’t. He looked up in time and his face grew pale. Someone snuck in and heard everything. “J-Julie! What a nice surprise!” Danny chuckled nervously.

Julie had her hands on her hips, and she wasn’t happy AT ALL. She heard Leland gulp in genuine fear, which made her grin devilishly. She was going to set the record straight and make sure he suffered her wrath. “Danny, be a gentleman and leave me alone with Leland for a bit? I need to talk with him.”

Danny noticed the look on her face that clearly told him to do what she said or also get yelled at. It was clear that she was legitimately pissed off, so he knew not to get in her way. He got up out of fear and walked towards her.

“Thank you.” Whispered Julie in his ear, before he walked out of the hall. She made her way over to Leland, who was visibly frightened by her ice-cold presence. He knew he fucked up and there’s nowhere to run. Even if he attempted to run, she’d catch him, because she had the best stamina.

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#danny gaines #leland mckinney #julie crawford #sonny williams #texas chainsaw massacre game #tcm game #tcsm game #my writing📕💌#others’ writing🍄✨#original post🍓💌

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justamessedupdisneyprincess · 5 months ago

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Lost in labyrinth mall! An onward fanfic! This fic focuses on Izzyley, a SI x Canon ship!

Part 3!

Izzy and Barley happily chatted during the drive to the mall. Along the way they had exchanged music, which was a little activity they tend to do during any road trips. Barley may introduce Izzy to a song he likes whilst Izzy would do the same. The elf was quite surprised to learn about Izzy’s preferred genre. He didn’t know exactly what she might like but it certainly wasn’t something so loud and full of energy and melody. Her love of dubstep was quite ironic given how she tends to hate most loud noises around her. She even introduced him to a new type of genre he has come to really like, even purchasing some of those songs for himself! Metalstep. Which is exactly what it sounds like. Izzy enjoyed many of his songs as well, she liked rock and metal as well. But she has a weak spot for a “sick” drop. Which would be the last thing one would expect from her.

“So ummm…I’ve actually been having some weird dreams where I can make music.” Izzy started at some point in the conversation.

Barley laughed a little. “Pretty much anyone can make music if they pour their heart’s fire right into it.”

“Yeah, but I mean like with mind powers. Like I can make my own dubstep out of thin air.” Izzy added.

Barley laughed a bit harder, he can see what she meant by weird then. “Now that would be one heck of a skill! Y’know I would listen to anything you make.”

“Well they actually sounded super good! Which kind of makes me wonder if I could become a DJ or something…but then I try to make music and it’s so much that I don’t have any idea what to do.” Izzy sighs. “I can hear the drops perfectly in my head but I can’t figure out how to make them a reality. It gave me a newfound respect for musicians.” She sounded a bit frustrated. In some cases Izzy had dreams where she wished so hard for it to be real, these types of dreams were one of them. Of course there are ones she is grateful that are not only real but she hopes to never ever have again, such as anxiety dreams about her teeth falling out, those ones always unsettle her.

Barley shrugs a bit. “You might be able to one day with enough practice. Actually ya know what. I know you totally can do that.”

Izzy chuckles a bit. “I dunno, it all seems pretty complex to me. I guess one day I might try and learn more about it.”

Her creativity, that was just one of the many things Barley loves about her. She is talented with quite a few things, such a writing, drawing and even sculpting. But the main thing that made her stand out were her ideas. She had so many of them, so many it can get overwhelming for her at times. She would often describe how she doesn’t get art block or writers block, but rather she gets so many ideas she doesn’t know where to start. She calls her brain a factory for concepts and that it’s both a blessing and a curse. Because of how bizarre and unique her ideas are though, Barley has grown obsessed with hearing any stories she may come up with.

They finally arrived at the mall and managed to find a park as well. Izzy looked on ahead and noticed a large tree just in front of the entrance, but this was no ordinary tree…it was alive! But alive in the sense it was sentient and aware. She saw the movement but this was her first time seeing anything like this! “Barley…Is it just me or is that tree moving?” She says nervously, worried if it may be a sign the ancient mall was haunted. Then she thought…’wait…this place could totally be haunted if it was literally a bizarre labyrinth where hundreds of explorers died in horrific ways!’

Barley nodded her head and couldn’t help but giggle as he saw the unease on her face. “Yep, he sure is!” He says.

Izzy looked over at him with a puzzled expression on her face. “He?”

“Haven’t you ever met a whispering elm tree before?” Barley replied with a little teasing smirk.

The imp’s blue eyes shot wide open. “No, I haven’t met one before! I did see them in movies before though- to be honest I actually thought they were fictional.” Izzy says, clearly amazed.

“Yeah, they are actually pretty rare now. They were rare in the olden days but now…it’s like shiny Pokémon sorta rare.” He says, just to give Izzy a better idea.

The couple began to walk towards the entrance. “I…kinda feel sorry for them though. Do you think they ever get bored or lonely being stuck like that?” Izzy asks, as usual she was the type to overthink things but in this case she did have a good point.

The grin on Barley’s face grew larger, as he had more knowledge to share. “For saplings maybe.”

As he had expected, his inquisitive girlfriend cocked her head to the side like a puzzled dragon pup. “Eh?”

As usual, Barley was happy to enlighten her, after giving her a little teaser for it first though of course. He just lots to see her little reactions! “Old elm trees can pull themselves out of the earth and use their roots to walk around.” Barley stated. “However, they can’t walk too far for too long because of how big and heavy their bodies are. So basically, they prefer to be sitting in the soil but they are not bound to it…or at least most of them are not.” He looked a bit saddened as he said this. He then leaned down to Izzy and whispered into her large pink ear. “Don’t bring it up but…the stupid idiots who decided to modify the place built tiles all around this guy and now he can’t move anywhere at all…he is a bit touchy bout it…rightfully so…but best to keep quiet.”

Izzy’s blank expression changed into an extremely exaggerated look of utter rage. Little wrinkles could be seen around her frown and eyebrows, her scowl was that intense. “Those thoughtless, inconsiderate ****s…!” She says with a growl, she has a very dirty mouth and tends to curse without even releasing it.

It actually took Barley a while to get used to her unique language. “Ok, I think ****s is a bit much. But I pretty much do agree with ya.” He says, smiling as he came to admire her feisty personality. She had a real strong sense of right and wrong and he loved that about her as well.

Although upon arriving it seems like Izzy completely forgot about Barley’s warning to not speak of this topic around the old tree, she was just too worked up! The whispering elm looked over to her in shock as she suddenly asked him a question that came from the heart. “Ummm…excuse me? Are you feeling ok?” She asked, worried for the tree’s mental health.

Barley gulped as he immediately clings onto Izzy, almost protectively. “Haha…pssst…don’t provoke him…” he whispered.

The tree spoke in a loud and booming voice, which caused customers who came and go to stare intensely as they pass. “Well if it isn’t the poor excuse of a knight! Think you can whisper around a whispering elm, can you?” He says, sounding angry.

Barley smiled awkwardly. “Aha…so you remember that do ya?” Izzy looked puzzled as her head flung back and forth between the two.

The talking tree had not only a mouth but eyes and a nose as well! His little face scowled, like an angry bitter old man. “How could I forget the man who broke my favourite branch?!” He says bitterly.

“Aww, c’mon, buddy! That was just an accident!” Barley pleaded.

Izzy looked more and more puzzled but the negative energy was starting to make her anxious. She was desperate for answers but had been cut off by the furious old tree. “Um- what’s-“

“If I tore off an arm of yours will you say it’s an accident?” The tree swayed around, a few leaves fall down to the tiles that were placed over him, locking him in place forever.

“Well that depends. If you tore off my arm with the intent to do so that sure as heck won’t be any accident…but-“

“Don’t play games with me! I’ve had enough of you youngsters! Always treating us elm folk as if we were nothing more than mere objects.” The tree sways more, the creaking wood echos around the parking lot in an unsettling manner.

Poor Izzy’s head kept snapping between the two who seemed to have been arguing. She got more and more anxious as she is still left in the dark. Barley continued to defend himself as best he can. “Hey, I was the one trying to help you, remember?”

The whispering elm scoffs. “Some help you were.”

“What is going on?!” Izzy suddenly shouted out. Every living soul quickly glanced towards her, but she ignored the unwanted attention from strangers who passed by, she was just desperate to figure out what was happening.

That is when the whispering elm finally seemed to acknowledge her. “Well young lady, this man here decided to sit his fat rump on my favourite branch and he broke it right off!”

Barley frowns a bit. “I told you it was an accident! Besides…it’ll grow back.”

The tree laughed sarcastically. “Grow back you say? That branch has been part of me for over 50 years! Do you really think it will even grow back the same? It will look completely different! Not only that but for it to simply “grow back” would be decades worth of waiting! Might I remind you time feels even slower being stuck in this retched gloomy place forever?! Why, with the lack of sunlight I am surprised I haven’t even died by now from malnourishment.”

As the tree angrily went on a rant Barley grabbed ahold of Izzy and dragged her inside the mall. Izzy looked back at Barley, still confused. “What was that all about?” She asks, she knew there was more to the story than that. Barley may be reckless but she can’t imagine he would climb all over him and break branches without a valid cause for it.

Barley groans a bit, seemingly embarrassed. “It…wasn’t my finest moment. I was trying to dig out the tiles and help him escape but…the mall cop got to me and I tried to climb away from him and uh…you can probably imagine the rest….argh! I should have done it by nightfall!”

Izzy angrily glared back at the direction where the tree is. “You were just trying to help…Hey, when a whispering elm’s branch breaks off does it hurt them?”

Barley looked quite surprised to hear her ask more questions so soon. It was not like her to move on so quickly. “Erm…well it doesn’t not hurt, but it sure as heck isn’t like getting an arm torn off. From what I have studied it’s more like a small sting, like a paper cut if you will.” Barley says, he smiled a little at the little joke he made towards the end. After all, paper is made from trees.

“Did he need that branch as an arm to grab things?” Izzy asked next.

Barley thought for a moment. Whispering elms can use their branches to swat at things but they could hardly be used as extra limbs to assist them. “Eh…not really. I mean he can move it for a bit but he can’t actually use it for much of anything other than swatting enemies away in Quests of Yore.” Barley stated casually.

Izzy suddenly turned around and stomped her way back towards the grumpy tree. Barley quickly realised why she asked such questions, to try and figure out if he had any right to be angry or upset. She was already furious to see the way he spoke to her boyfriend, but she needed more answers to try and see his point of view. As she had suspected, the tree was just vain about the branch’s appearance, nothing more, nothing less. “Oh no…Izzy! C’mon, just leave it alone!”

#onward #disney #pixar #barley lightfoot #onward barley #izzy sparklberry #izzy the imp #izzyley #izzley #lost in labyrinth mall #labyrinth mall #onward fanfic

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hiraeth-witch-11 · 2 years ago

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The Greed of Men Part 3

Warnings: canon typical violence

Word Count: 2100ish

Roughly 10 years ago

You often spend your free time in the closet. It is cramped and musty and dark, perfect for summoning shadows without being seen. You are ever grateful for the ability to see no matter how little light, it has kept you safe numerous times and currently allows you to see the minute difference between the shadow dagger you were trying to form and the surrounding lightlessness of the closet. Forming moving tendrils of shadow is child’s play for you, something you had perfected, at least in one tendril at a time, when you were 9. Now, at the age of 14, you are focused on forming something more exact, solid, with a clear and controlled form. So far, all you have managed to do is cut your fingertips on sharp blobs of shadow vaguely resembling triangles. You sigh quietly in frustration as you fail yet again. Maybe you need to start small, with something that can cut and be directed, even if it doesn’t have an identifiable form. You are distracted from this idea by a sudden pull in your chest.

The pull is strange, familiar in the sense that it reminds you of when you’ve exhausted yourself after summoning extensively for hours, but strange because it almost seems like it’s telling you something, instructing you to follow its tug. You follow, but only because you decide it’s time for a break, and exit your little hiding place. Once out of the closet, you open the door to the bedroom and find two small children in the hallway. Ones you had never met before, so they must be new to the orphanage.

The girl was small, even for her age. Dark brown hair was in disarray framing a dirt and tear streaked face. She fiercely clutched the hand of the boy next to her, who she had only just met, but seemed to have chosen as a friend already. The boy wasn’t as disheveled, but bits of twigs and leaves were stuck in his mop of dark curls. They were so ordinary, so in place in a country full of orphans. Except for their eyes. It wasn’t that the color was unusual, nor were they particularly large or striking. What caught your eye was how alive they were. Bright, when most of the other children had long since lost that shine of hope. You chose them in that moment. Maybe you could keep them safe from some of the horrors of the world. They had already been through so much, they deserved some peace.

“Hello malen'kiye, I’m Katarina.” You crouch down in front of them as you introduce yourself. “What are your names?”

“Alina Starkov.” “Malyen Oretsev.”

“It’s lovely to meet you Alina and Malyen. I know things are scary right now, but I’m going to teach you how things work around here. Everything is going to be okay.”

“How long have you been here?” Alina sniffles.

“2 years, give or take. That means I know where Ana Kuya keeps her stash of sweets, how to avoid creaky doors and boards, and which of the other children are actually fun to play with.”

You were still only a child yourself, at least according to Ana Kuya, but you swore you would do everything you could to keep these two safe.

*******

“Are you sure you are going to be okay, Katarina? I can skip lessons to stay with you.”

“I’ll be just fine, Alya, the Darkling doesn’t scare me.”

She still looks unsure and you stop lacing up your boots to look her in the eye.

“Moya malen'kaya sestra, there is nothing to worry over,” you tease lovingly.

“Alright, please don’t stab him,” she requests.

“You’re worried that I’ll harm your precious General? As long as he behaves, he’ll live,” you say with a smile. “Now go or you’re gonna be late.” At that, she left you alone with your thoughts as you prepared yourself for the day.

You had spent the night in her room, sleeping for only a few hours before it was time for breakfast. Thankfully, it had been sent to her room so the two of you got more time to catch up, mainly her telling you more about the last few months and you alternating between teasing her and telling her how proud you were of all she’d accomplished.

You were grateful again that you had the foresight to bring a clean change of clothes. Though little Alina had filled out since she began summoning, she was still several inches shorter than you and borrowing her clothes would have been a nightmare. Finishing lacing up your knee high boots, you began the process of placing your knives in inconspicuous spots on your person. One small dagger on the inside of each boot, carefully tucked to protect your skin. Another knife, barely large enough to truly be a weapon, was hidden in a compartment in the sole of each of your boots. One each of your thighs were your obvious weapons, a pair of daggers that caught the eye with their black handles decorated with lines of gold. You tightly braid your hair and then tuck a couple lock picks, you never knew if one day you would be in a situation where you were changed and unable to use your powers. It paid to be prepared. Another knife at the small of your back and a final weapon tucked down your bodice, a garment that doubled as light armor. It was laced with bits of core cloth you had scavenged from various dealers across Ravka.

You had only just finished when a firm knock came from the door. You check yourself in the mirror and go to open the door.

“General.”

“Ms. Starkov.” He returns your bland tone.

He takes you to the stables and the two of you ride briskly on horseback before reaching an old, forgotten well. You dismount and gesture to the ancient structure.

“Have you brought me here to throw me down that thing?” You joke.

“If only I could,” The Darkling responds with a sigh, catching you off guard.

“So, how’s this going to go?”

“I will attack you, and you will defend yourself.”

“Any rules? Guidelines and all that.”

“No, defend yourself however you are able.”

“This is sounding more and more like a murder attempt, Shadowman.”

“I’ll go easy on you.” The fucker is smirking now.

You’re about to mouth off when a thin, horizontal wave of shadow is thrust at you, forcing you to dive.

“Were you trying to fucking cut me? You absolute shit head!” You curse as you form a whip and flick your wrist, aiming at his left hand. He blocks by condensing a circular mass of shadows between you until it’s solid.

You can just barely see him through it and you watch his hands move in a way unfamiliar to you. Another horizontal slice of shadow moves towards you, this time you’re prepared and stand your ground, diverting his cut to either side of you, allowing it to pass harmlessly.

“This is you going easy on me, old man?”

“What do you think?” He asks evenly. It doesn’t answer your question, but it does help you decide to use full force with him as well.

“Fine.” You may not have the big, flashy movements of shadow summoning perfected, but sometimes bigger isn’t better. Your shadows are small and precise as you form multiple palm width cuts and throw them in his direction. He grins and disappears into the fucking shadows.

Of course he would know how to do that. It’s hardly as if you invented it, but it’s still unnerving to not be able to see him as he walks somewhere between this world and the Shadow Realm, as you call it.

You listen carefully for any sound of movement, feeling out with tendrils of shadow for any shift in the dark. You barely notice in time to duck. At least he hadn’t thrown the cut at you this time, only something blunt and solid. You drop to the ground and whip around on your knees. In a fluid, carefully practiced movement, you summon a wave of shadow and send it hurtling towards him. The second it leaves your person, you flick the daggers hidden in your sleeves and hurl them towards him, carefully aimed so they will only knick him, so long as he moves the way you predict.

The Darkling diverts your shadows, and even parries the first dagger, but the second brushes against his cheekbone and ear as it sails past him, leaving a crimson path in its wake.

You prepare yourself for retaliation, 2 tendrils of shadows weaving in front of you in anticipation. Instead, the Darkling reaches up and touches the thin trail of blood. Truly only a scratch, you hadn’t wanted to damage him, knew you wouldn’t be able to kill him. Your intention was to show him your strengths, without pissing him off too much.

“Enough,” he says calmly, though his breathing is heavy from the exertion of the sparring match. He glances at the sheen of blood on his fingers. “I’m impressed.”

“Thanks,” you say dryly. “That means so much after you tried to cut me in half! More than once. Saints, had I been any other summoner, you would have killed me!”

“Who taught you the Cut?”

“I taught myself, asshole. What were you going to tell Alina if you brought me back in pieces?”

“That you attacked me in a misplaced defense of her honor and I was forced to defend myself. You certainly brought enough weapons with you to support my story.”

“Alina knows that I always wear these. You fucking jerk! Are you still planning to kill me?” You raise more tendrils of shadow.

“To be truthful, it was not my intention to kill you today. That would be a waste.”

“And if I hadn’t known how to deflect a cut?”

“Then I would have stopped it before it touched you.”

You hadn’t thought stopping a cut was possible once it was released. You had tried and not yet succeeded, had assumed it was like firing a bullet- you can’t recall it mid air.

“What’s the verdict, Shadowman? Do I have your permission to tell Alina now?”

“If you think that is wise.”

“Speak plainly, Darkling.”

“You are aware of how Ravka and the Church view my line, yes?”

“Yes.”

“The Apparat has been spreading rumors that Alina is being held against her will. Her image is already tainted by her association with me. How do you think the otkazat’sya will react when they find out their Sun Saint grew up with a Darkling?”

“I am not a Darkling. That title is reserved for you and your line.”

“They will not see it that way. You summon shadows, you will be seen as an extension of me and the Black Heretic.”

“What do you suggest then? I hide this from her indefinitely?”

“Was that not what you were originally intending?”

“It doesn’t matter what my original intent was, she’s Grisha, she’s a summoner, she’s young. She needs me.”

“Act as her sister, her protector. I can give you a place among her guards. Wait until she has brought down the Fold.”

“Why not tell her now and have her keep it a secret?”

“Do you believe the younger Ms. Starkov to be in possession of enough discretion to keep such a secret? All it takes is one person to learn of you, to overhear a conversation or one of her thinly veiled comments, and all of Os Alta will know by week’s end. As you said, she is young.”

Alina would never willingly share a secret she agreed to keep, but she had a temper and was impulsive, often saying the first thing that came to mind. You shake your head, a what if and a maybe weren’t enough to continue lying to your sister.

“No. Taking down the Fold could take years. I won’t wait that long.”

“Understood. After the Winter Fete, then.”

“That’s on the Solstice?”

“Yes. Waiting until the Fete will allow her the time to be properly introduced to Ravka without distraction.”

You nod. “Alright, if you teach me how to dissipate a cut before it reaches a target.”

“I agree to your terms.”

“Is it public knowledge that you can shadow walk?”

“Not officially. I prefer to keep the details of my power vague.”

You hum as you get back on your horse.

“I still don’t believe you weren’t trying to kill me,” you muse.

“If I wanted you dead, Ms. Starkov, you would know it.”

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 years ago

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Wonderful World - Part 10^

Hello friends! Here's the next part where you guys get introduced to Diana's family! Also, Harry is starting to realize things....

Warnings: mentions of bullying due to homophobia, mentiones of injuries and blood, racism (mild, there's not any slurs or anything like that), verbal abuse (parent to child), family fighting

WC: 13.6K

Celeste was nervous. She knew she needed to talk to Geri about what happened and so she caught her right before they had jazz combo practice.

“Geri, can I talk to you for a minute?” She asked and Geri looked surprised that Celeste wasn’t ignoring her like she had all week long.

“Yeah.” She said and put her trumpet case down on her seat before following her out into the breezy corridor of in front of the band room. Celeste was twisting her fingers nervously as she formulated the words to express how she was feeling and finally she just decided to say them how they kept wanting to come out.

“I’m mad at you.” She said with a slight frown and Geri nodded.

“I figured. I just don’t know why.” She said softly and Celeste sighed.

“Because you lied to me!” She said with exasperation, “Megan wrote me this letter where she talks about why she was bullying me and…she thought we liked each other and she was taking out the fact that you rejected her on me!” She explained with frustration and Geri’s face fell.

“Oh.”

“That never even crossed your mind?!” Celeste asked and Geri shook her head.

“No…she was so regretful and upset for even trying to kiss me. It was like the 3rd week of school! I thought maybe she had tried the same thing with you and you just…didn’t want to talk about it.” She shrugged and Celeste frowned.

“Well if you did want to talk about it you could’ve told me! We could’ve dealt with all of this much sooner before it got really bad and that’s why I’m mad at you! I feel like you’ve been protecting your own ass and letting me take the fall for all this dumb stuff when I’ve had nothing to do with it from the start!” She vented and Geri was pouting now.

“I’m so sorry, Celeste. I swear I didn’t mean to do that and…I was just scared to tell someone what happened, she said she’d hurt me if I did.” Geri explained, “I would never let anyone hurt you on my account, I swear. I just didn’t put that together. And I…should’ve said something to you about what happened with Megan, I just…I was embarrassed for being scared of her. I’m sorry I let you down and I will do anything I can to help make up for it!” She pleaded nervously and Celeste sighed.

“Fine. I forgive you.” She mumbled and Geri cheered happily as she hugged her tight. Celeste was stubborn and was fighting off her urge to smile that at least this was fixed, but she soon gave in as Geri poked at her dimples a few times until she caved. Her uncle was going to pick her up from school today, so she was very pleased about that and well, now she had made up with Geri, so things were hopefully just about to get a lot better.

When practice was over she rushed to pack and hurried out to the parking lot and just ran through it when she saw her uncle standing outside with her mom, he was jumping up and down and waving her down like crazy.

“Hi uncle Damian!” She cheered as she ran into his arms and he groaned as he caught her and stumbled a bit.

“God, you’re getting too tall.” He said as he spun her around quickly before setting her down, “Look at you, gorgeous! Unlike your mom, she’s the ugly sibling.” He mumbled and Diana scoffed as she playfully punched his arm as he and Celeste laughed at her expense. As soon as they settled in they drove off to get some dinner at this pizza place that Celeste really liked. She liked when her uncle came over because it just made her and her mom really happy. She liked that it felt like no time had passed when they were together. The jokes, harmless teasing, and conversations were all effortless. She wanted Dr. Styles to meet her uncle, she’s sure they would get along well. They both liked music and they were both kinda funny.

“So what’ve you got planned for tomorrow?” Damian asked Diana as they all headed back home.

“Ummm…Disneyland?” She said with a smile and Celeste squealed excitedly.

“Yes! I’ve been begging to go for months!” She said dramatically and they both chuckled at her reaction.

“I got a package deal through the university and bought 6 tickets for the price of 4! So Grace is coming too with Henry and well, I was going to invite Geri and Ozzy, not sure if you’re still upset with Geri.” She said and Celeste shook her head as she made eye contact with Diana through the rearview mirror.

“No, we made up today. Let me ask them if they’re free! What time are we leaving?”

“We can leave the house around 10?”

“Perfect.” Celeste said and immediately texted Geri and Ozzy.

“Who is Henry?” Damian asked and Diana turned to him briefly.

“Oh! Grace’s boyfriend!”

“Grace got a boyfriend?!” He asked with a smile and she nodded with pride.

“She did…” she smiled.

“Bummer.” He mumbled quietly with a grin and Diana rolled her eyes. She knew that Damian and Grace had hooked up before, they had told her straight away after the first time it happened. It had been a drunken thing, but they were both not looking for anything serious and so he looked forward to that when he visited her and Celeste. They got along really, really well and never made it weird so Diana didn’t care, “I’m happy for her though, she deserves someone good.” He said and Diana nodded.

“Yeah, he’s really great. He’s actually Celeste’s therapist’s best friend.” She shared and Celeste gasped.

“Really?!” She asked in surprise and Diana nodded and hummed in confirmation.

“It’s a small world.” She said and Celeste nodded.

“What if we invited Dr. Styles too so he can be with all his friends and meet uncle Damian?” She said and Diana chuckled.

“Remember what we said about therapists and being friends with their patients? I think this might be a little too blurred of a situation.” She explained and Celeste huffed. She really wanted Harry around as much as possible, which in a way was great news for Diana, but she wanted him around for her own personal reasons, not because she would be OK with him being around for the both of them.

“Well that sucks…”

“I mean, he can decide what’s too much for him, but I just think he wouldn’t really go for that. Sorry, mamita.” She explained.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” Celeste huffed and then proceeded to text with Geri and Ozzy who had confirmed they would go. As soon as they got home Celeste hurried up to her room to get showered and plan a Disneybounding outfit with Geri and Ozzy over FaceTime.

Diana helped Damian get his things up to the guest bedroom and soon they were sitting in the backyard with wine glasses in hand as they looked up at the sparse stars in the sky.

“Has mom called you?” Diana asked and Damian hummed in confirmation.

“She’ll be here on Sunday night.” He said and Diana nodded in understanding, “And don’t worry, I got her a hotel.” He said and she smiled.

“Thanks.” She said and he nodded.

“So this therapist Celeste keeps talking to me about?”

“He’s great, it’s been going really well. He’s helped her out a lot to get through everything she’s been dealing with. I wasn’t too sure about the dynamic between her and a male therapist but I think she’s just been needing more of that masculine vibe in her life, you know? She looks up to him a lot and really listens to him, it’s been going really well.” She said he smiled and nodded.

“Good. Will I get to meet him?”

“Yeah, if you want. She has a session on Monday and well, he’ll also be at the board meeting on Wednesday, she asked him to come for moral support.” She explained and Damian nodded.

“Good. Just need to make sure he’s not a creep, you know?” He said lowly and Diana scoffed.

“Don’t even say that, that’s awful.” She said shaking her head and he shrugged.

“You never know, sis! I just want to look out for Celeste.” He said and she nodded in understanding. “And what about you? Any masculine energy in your life?” He asked and she scoffed.

“Nice transition.”

“I try.” He shrugged smugly, “Well?” He asked and she sighed.

“Not really…” she fibbed as she went for another sip of her wine.

“Liar.”

“I’m not lying. I’m not really seeing anyone right now.”

“Not really?” He asked and she shook her head.

“Like not at all.” She then said more firmly and he smirked.

“Keep your secrets…” he sighed.

“Well what about you? What happened to Angelica after that fight?”

“She…she was too much, you know?”

“It’s OK to marry someone if you really like them, you know?”

“And end up like mom and dad? No thanks.” He said and she sighed. Maybe Damian just didn’t know what real, passionate love felt like. Like she had with Wesley; her parents were even cold towards each other, it was just how they grew up and so they repeated that pattern with them as well.

“You loved her though.”

“She almost ruined my life.”

“Because she wanted to settle down?”

“Because she wanted to slow me down.” He said and she shook her head.

“Bro, you can’t be on your own forever.”

“You’re one to talk.” He smirked and she sighed.

“That’s…different.” She said quietly and he frowned a bit when he realized he had breeched a sensitive topic.

“I know, sorry. Are you alright?”

“Yeah…it’s just been hard. Like Wes would be so much help during this whole thing. It’s been hard doing it all alone.”

“I can imagine. Have you been missing him a lot?”

“Sometimes. It’s not like before, where I’m still heartbroken about it, but I can’t help but feel sad that he’s missed all of this, you know?” She said and he nodded.

“Celeste looks just like him, that smile of hers.” He said and Diana nodded with a smile.

“Yeah, I told her the same thing. Showed her the year book from senior year, started talking about it a little more with her. I know she has questions, so I’ve been trying to answer them.”

“That’s good, sis.” He said and she nodded. Damian as just about to ask about Grace and her boyfriend when Diana’s phone lit up with her name.

“Hey Gracie!” She said happily, “We’re planning on leaving from my house at 10-ish?” She said, “Wait, let me put you on speaker, m’here with Damian.” She said and then put the line on speaker.

“Damian, hi!” She cheered happily through the line.

“Hi! I hear you’re taken now.” He said immediately and she giggled.

“I am. I know that sucks for you, but it’s going really well.”

“Good, I’m so happy for you.” He assured.

“Thank you.” She said and they could practically hear the smile on her face as she spoke, “Well Di, I was calling because I may have accidentally invited Harry to Disneyland.” She said and Diana’s eyes went wide.

“Wait, I thought he was already supposed to be coming with us?”

“No! Henry is her boyfriend, Harry is the Therapist, Celeste’s therapist. Her man’s best friend.” Diana clarified.

“That’s…confusing.” Damian said and Diana rolled her eyes.

“He hasn’t said yes or anything, but he was saying that he’s never been when we mentioned our weekend plans and so Henry said that he could go off with him on his own, you know if it’s too weird for him to be with all of us?” She said with a hint of something in her voice that Damian could not decipher.

“I mean…yeah, they could…go off together.”

“Would it really be that awful if he joined the group?” Grace asked, again with that tone and Diana looked a little bit too concerned about this. There was something else going on here.

“Grace, I hate you sometimes.”

“C’mon, the guy has never been and did seem excited when I invited him. I’ll feel so bad disinviting him!”

“Well that your own fault! We need to respect the professional boundaries.”

“Oh, OK…” Grace said sarcastically and Diana sighed.

“What’s the big deal? Celeste wanted to invite him and you said that it was up to him to decide his boundaries or something like that.” Damian chimed in.

“Exactly! Harry can decide for himself what’s pushing the envelope too far! This could be really great! For all of us.” She added in suggestively and Diana shook her head. Of course she wanted Harry to go, but this would be really hard for her and the purpose of this day was to destress and make memories with her brother and Celeste, not to be paranoid over Celeste possibly seeing her subconsciously flirting with Harry and him flirting back, “If you don’t say yes I’ll start naming reasons for why you should.” She said and Diana could not risk that, so she groaned.

“Fine. Fine!” She said and Grace and Damian cheered.

“Amazing! We’ll see you tomorrow at 10!” Grace exclaimed, “Good night! Love you both, and yes, Damian, I already told Henry about our drunken flings.” She said and he scoffed.

“They weren’t all drunken!”

“They were for me! See you guys tomorrow!” She laughed before hanging up and Damian rolled his eyes.

“She always assured me she wasn’t drunk apart from that first time.” He informed Diana and she giggled.

“Grace says a lot of things…”

“Yeah, I’m learning that.” He chuckled sarcastically and she grinned, “You seem too apprehensive about this therapist guy. It’s making me concerned.”

“It’s nothing bad!” She said quickly, “it’s just that…he’s hot, OK?” She confessed and Damain smirked.

“Oh, so you have the hots for him.”

“No. He just…makes me blush sometimes and I don’t want Celeste to get the wrong idea just because I get nervous around cute guys. She doesn’t even like the idea of me being friends with him so I’ve just been trying to keep a very cool distance as to not make anything look remotely personal.”

“I mean yeah, it would be weird if you were flirting with her therapist.”

“Yeah, right!?” She asked for confirmation and he nodded.

“Well, at least it’d be weird for me if I was in her shoes.” He said and she nodded.

“It’d be weird for me too.” She agreed, “Does ummmm, does mom know about everything that’s been going on here?”

“Yeah, told her a few months back, after the girl hurt her in school. She acted like she didn’t really care, but-”

“She didn’t act, she just doesn’t care.” Diana said and Damian sighed, “I just hate how she just makes me feel like my life is a mistake, you know? Like I get that things are remotely different than I ever planned for them to be, but that doesn’t mean my life is bad or that I made bad choices, you know?”

“I know, Di. But you know how she is and-”

“It’s not an excuse! Why does she even bother coming if all she’s gonna do is make things harder for me or make me feel inadequate about everything I do?”

“In her own way she loves you.”

“Yeah, because anything good I do makes her feel good about herself…”

“Just…pretend to agree with her.”

“Hell no!” She said and he chuckled, “She literally begged me to get an abortion and she hated Wesley, she never confirmed it, but I’m sure it’s because he was black.” She said and Damian sighed.

“Yeah…that’s…probably true. She’s kind of a bitch.” He said and she giggled.

“Yeah…she is.” Diana said quietly.

Most of the damage in her life had come from her relationship with her mother. She had always been so cold and strict with her about everything. She was heavily criticized and manipulated into a lot of harmful things. Her mom thought that tough love meant being an asshole and so she was quite cruel.

Diana remembers that towards the end of 8th grade she’d put on some weight. She was going through puberty, so she hungrier and growing, but she had always been on the thinner side up until then. She was busier at school so she wasn’t exercising except for half-ass-ing PE and when the time came for homecoming her freshman year she couldn’t really fit the dress she had bought during he post-prom sales in the late spring. She remembers that her mom called her fat and told her that she needed to stop eating so much. She was only given a protein shake for breakfast, and salads for lunch and dinner and her mom even got her a personal trainer to help her lean out again by Christmas. She stayed on this insane regimen for about a year, she started getting ill due to lack of carbohydrates in her diet; she had low energy and low blood sugar. When her doctor confronted her about taking laxatives and appetite suppressants she was shocked, but it turns out her mom had been sneaking them into her morning shakes. Even though her mom stopped forcing her to do this to herself it had become a habit, that’s why it as easy for her to forget meals when she was too busy, she had done that a lot throughout her life. A lot of her self-loathing practices and traits had origin stories like this one. It just felt like no matter what she did, her mom was never proud of her and that hurt. So naturally, she wanted nothing to do with her if she had the choice.

“It’ll be alright, I won’t let her be a dick to you, OK?” Damian said and she nodded.

“Thanks. Look, I should shower and go to bed.”

“Me too, that flight was long, there was a family behind me.” He said and Diana groaned, “I know…” he chuckled. Soon they were saying goodnight and heading into their respective rooms.

Diana locked her bedroom door because she needed to talk to Harry. Right as she stepped into her bathroom to get her make up off he called her and she answered him and put him on speaker as she grabbed her makeup removing balm.

“Hey.” He said nervously, she could hear his tone through the line.

“Hey.”

“I hope you’re not mad, but Grace didn’t tell me this was a thing with your family and-”

“It’s alright, Harry. Celeste was talking about how fun it’d be if you could come along too before we even knew about Grace inviting you, so I think it’s fine if you want to join us.” She said as she dipped her fingers into the jar and started to melt the balm in her hands.

“Yeah, Celeste is always enthusiastic about seeing me, but what about you?” He asked, “I won’t go if this is gonna be too strange for us.”

“I don’t want to be the person to deny your visit to the happiest place on earth! Don’t put this on me, Harry.” She said and he chuckled.

“I mean…obviously I want to go. I want to spend time with you and with our friends, and with Celeste and meet her friends that she’s always mentioning…I mean your brother too.” He said and she bit her lip, that did sound so nice, “I mean, it’s going to be shitty to some extent for obvious reasons, but umm…I don’t know. I guess I just don’t know.” He said and she bit her lip as she rubbed the balm into her face to dissolve her makeup, “What’re you doing?” He asked, changing the subject instead.

“Just getting my makeup off before I hop in the shower.” She explained. “What about you?”

“I am on Grace’s balcony pretending to talk to my mum.” He said and she giggled.

“Nice…wouldn’t it be like 3am her time?” She asked and he chuckled.

“Maybe she’s on business in Australia…” he said and she chortled which made him grin and that soon faded as a thought came to mind, “Maybe if…if Celeste sees the whole group’s dynamic with me in it she’ll…maybe be more open to us having more of a friendly relationship?” He posed his idea and she nodded.

“Maybe…it’s also probably a good time to tell you that I told Grace about us kissing.” She said quickly and he chuckled.

“So that’s why she was insistent on me going…” he said and Diana shook her head.

“Probably…sorry, I just…felt bad for lying to her and I just really wanted to tell someone that I was like…sneakily kissing this super hot and smart guy so…yeah.” She said with a small smile and he chuckled bashfully.

“Super hot, huh?”

“Don’t let it get to your head, Harry.” She grinned and he tutted.

“Too late, specially with that coming from you.” He said and she blushed as she worked on getting the mascara on her lashes dissolved.

“I would like to see you tomorrow. Grace was saying something about you and Henry splitting off, but ummm, I would just be wondering where you are all day and if you’re having fun so you should join us if you want.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She agreed with a small smile.

“Perfect, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Yeah.” She smiled.

“Maybe if we time it right we can hold hands on a ride or something.” He said and she giggled.

“Yeah, all of 60 seconds?” She giggled.

“Yeah, that’s worth it for me…” He flirted and she went all red in the face.

“Stop…oh my god.” She muttered bashfully and Harry grinned.

“God, I’d do anything to see you all blush-y and smiley right now.” He said and she bit her lip to suppress her smile.

“Well too bad.” She said with a chuckle and he hummed.

“Yeah, too bad.” He sighed. He knew that her walls were still up, but at least she felt something for him and that was enough to make him happy, “Are you sure it’s alright that I join you guys tomorrow?” He asked again, just to make sure.

“Yeah, like I said, I’d like to see you.” She clarified and he smiled.

“OK, love.” He hummed, “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“See ya, good night.”

“Good night.” He said before she hung up. Diana’s heart was pounding so hard she swore she was about to drop dead. She had so many feelings for him that were trapped inside and knowing that he’d be around just made her feel really giddy about everything.

**********

It was nearly 9am when Diana heard her doorbell ring, she didn’t mind as she had been up since before then, but she was in the middle of getting dressed. So she hurried to put on her pants and hurried down to the door.

“Hey!” Grace greeted happily and Henry and Harry were behind her offering her friendly smiles.

“Hey guys, come on in!” She said with cheer, “I was just about to make some breakfast, have you eaten?” She asked them.

“No, we were hoping you’d feed us.” Grace said honestly and she laughed.

“Of course, just pile into the kitchen.” Diana assured and Harry may have walked a bit slower behind Henry and Grace just so he could give Diana a nice, uninterrupted hug. But when she turned around after locking the door she just smiled at him.

“C’mon.” She insisted before breezing past him, he didn’t even get to catch her.

Diana got to preparing breakfast while Grace made some coffee and she hadn’t even said hello to him, let alone acknowledged him now that they were in a group. Quite honestly her ease in shrugging him off kind of hurt his feelings. She said that she wanted him there, but she was acting like he wasn’t even around. Henry noticed his silence and nudged his knee with his own.

“Hmmm?”

“What’re you upset about?” He mumbled quietly, the chatter between Grace and Diana was overpowering their own hushed conversation.

“I’m not.” He said and Henry looked at him skeptically, “What?” He asked with a slightly irritated chuckle.

“You’re acting weird. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.” Henry said and Harry sighed.

“She’s completely ignoring me-”

“We’re in her house, you’re not even supposed to be here! Of course she’s ignoring you! What if Celeste comes down and sees something she’s not supposed to?” He asked and Harry bit the inside of his cheek for a moment to calm himself and let reason seep in.

“Right. Right…I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, just…don’t make it weird.” Henry said and Harry nodded.

“Yeah, alright.” He sighed and just shrugged off the irritation he was feeling.

“Here you are, babe.” Grace said as she set a mug of coffee down before Henry, “How do you take your coffee, Harry?” Grace asked, but before he could respond Diana was sliding him a mug of just black coffee with a soft smile and as their eyes met his entire bad mood completely melted away.

“Black, right?” Diana asked and he nodded at her, “We’ve seen each other at Cafe Flores a couple times.” She explained to Henry and Grace who nodded.

“Oh OK, I was thinking you two had graduated to sleep overs in the span of a week!” Grace joked quietly and she thought it fell flat until the other three started chuckling along a few seconds later.

“No more side comments for you, babe.” Henry said and she grinned mischievously, which did make Diana a bit concerned, but that soon faded when Damian came into the kitchen.

“Oh, full house!” He said with a bright smile and his eyes immediately landed on Harry since Diana was right beside him, “The therapist I presume.” He pointed with a smile and Diana wanted to be buried alive as her brother singled Harry out.

“Well, actually he’s a psychiatrist.” Diana said as she twirled back to the pan she had left unattended for a few seconds. Harry felt a bit nervous that she had suddenly left him alone, but his exterior wasn’t showing any of his panic. He was smiling as he extended his hand out to Damian.

“And you’re the brother/uncle, Damian right?” Harry said and Damian nodded as he shook his hand, “Nice to meet you, I’ve heard tons about you from Celeste.” Harry said and Damian smiled.

“All fun things I hope.” He said and Harry chuckled.

“Yeah, just about.” He assured.

“Well, thanks man for you working with her. I hear she’s doing a lot better.” Damian said more seriously and Harry nodded.

“Yeah, of course. It’s been my pleasure, she’s a great kid.”

“See sis, you’ve done good.” Damian said with a grin and Diana smiled briefly and then returned to cooking. Then he turned to Grace and Henry with a grin, “And you!” He smirked as he turned to Grace and she smiled, “A boyfriend!? Never thought I’d live to see the day!”

“I know, I know…” she said as they hugged briefly.

“You guys are lovely couple, by the way.” He said to Grace and then Henry who smiled. He had admittedly been feeling a bit nervous about meeting Damian based on the slight internet stalking he did of him after Grace told him about their past. He was grateful that as soon as she found out Damian was coming, she talked to him about their hookups because she didn’t want him to feel like she was hiding something from him. And well, if he had an issue with it, well Damian was Diana’s brother and he’d be around, so she just wanted to clear the air beforehand.

“Thank you, this is Henry. Henry, this is Damian.”

“Nice to meet you, man.” Henry said as they shook hands.

“You too!” He assured with a friendly smile and didn’t say anything more about Grace, which he was grateful for. Damian was polite and considerate, this situation was sufficiently awkward and tense on it’s own, the last thing they needed was another layer of awkwardness thrown over it all. The guys started chatting about some big football game that was gonna be happening the next week so she and Grace just kind of tuned them out.

“Does anyone not want cheese in their breakfast sandwich?” She asked loudly and when they all said it was fine she started to layer the sliced cheese over the egg patties she had made to get it all nice and melty. It was around 9:15 when Celeste wandered down, still in her pajamas because the commotion had woken her up.

“You’re all so loud!” She raised her voice as she came in with narrowed eyes as she was still adjusting to the brightness of the day.

“S’time to get up anyway, kid.” Damian said and when she glanced over to him she immediately focused on Harry who was beside him and she smiled bright and hurried over.

“Dr. Styles?!” She greeted him happily with surprise and went in for a hug and he chuckled as he opened his arms to let her in, “Whoa!” She said as she peered down to his exposed left arm to see him literally covered in tattoos. She’d seen the one on his hand and wrist, but she had no idea there were so many more of them, “You have so many!” She said with amazement, “Mom, I want a tattoo!” She announced and everyone laughed.

“Yeah, when you’re 18.” Diana scoffed.

“Seriously?” Celeste asked turning to her after letting Harry go and Diana shrugged.

“Yeah, why not? I like ‘em.” She said with a playful little smile quirking her lip up to the side. She hadn’t even been looking at Harry when she said that, but he knew it was a stealth compliment towards him by the grin on her lips.

“What’s your favorite one?” Celeste turned back to him.

“Oh god… I’ve no clue…I’ve just got so many of them!” Harry said as he looked over his arm, “I’ve got more…here.” He said motioning to his torso with his hand, “Probably one of the big ones there, like my butterfly, I really like that one.” He said to Celeste who nodded in wonder and amazement.

“Did it hurt?” She asked.

“Did it ever, petal!” He said to her with a slight chuckle and she smiled.

He had called her that before, ‘petal’. She liked that he had a nickname for her, it made her feel like he cared more about her than just a regular patient. Celeste trusted him a lot, she felt safe around him, and she felt comfortable with him. She liked that he kept it real with her, but also understood her, even the bad stuff. It made her happy to see him there with her uncle, Grace, and her mom. She hadn’t gotten to know Henry all that well yet, though she had met him and Grace had talked about him to her before, but having them all here together, it felt like they were also part of her family. And that made her extremely happy.

“How bad?”

“Like 10 out of 10 pain.” He said with a slight frown and she looked a bit nervous now.

“Did you cry?”

“Almost.” He said and she shook her head.

“Maybe I change my mind…” she said and everyone chuckled, “Do they all hurt that bad?”

“No, it just depends where you get it.” He assured and she liked to hear that.

“Oh OK, thank god.” She said and they all laughed again.

“Sweetheart, the food’s almost ready so hurry up and get changed, yeah?”

“Yes! I’ll be back.” She said and rushed off again.

“So Dr. Styles, any secret boyfriends she’s hiding from me that need vetting?” Damian asked and Harry chuckled.

“If I told you it wouldn’t be a secret would it?” He responded and Damian sighed.

“Touché…well, it was worth a shot.” he said with a chuckle and Harry shrugged as well before shaking his head “no” in response to Damian’s initial question and that made him smile.

He decided that Harry was cool, he liked him, and yeah, Diana was on to something in thinking he was attractive. But it wasn’t just a physical thing, it was just his energy. It was intense, but not intimidating or overpowering. He certainly wasn’t interacting with Celeste in a creepy way and well, Diana trusted him with Celeste, which spoke volumes. And well, more importantly, Celeste trusted him too. He wondered if she had maybe started to view him as a paternal figure as well, from what Diana had told him Celeste had invited him to the meeting and her spring concert and well, she also wanted him to come to Disneyland with them, so that could only tell him that she wanted him around more.

“Alright everyone go…use the facilities or whatever before we leave!” Diana announced after everyone had eaten. Celeste was the first one to rush upstairs to brush her teeth and gather up her things.

“Babe, do you still have spare toothbrushes-”

“Yep, in the little thing under the sink.” She confirmed to Grace with a smile.

“C’mon boys, you don’t want to have egg breath!” She announced and Henry and Harry quickly trailed after her to the downstairs bathroom as Diana giggled.

“I like him.” Damian said once they were gone and Diana hummed.

“Yeah, he’s pretty great.” She said and he grinned.

“I can see why you have a crush on him.”

“I don’t have a- I just said he’s hot.” She corrected her brother and he grinned.

“Why are you blushing?”

“Just go upstairs and shower! And brush your teeth, you don’t want egg breath either!” She said shoving him lightly and he grinned smugly before heading up stairs as well. She hadn’t eaten because she was nervous about Harry being here, but she probably should try to because it was going well. She started to make herself a sandwich with the leftover stuff. She heard Celeste bounding down the stairs quickly and was about to shout at her to slow down, she could fall and hurt herself!

“Hey, slow down wouldn’t want you falling and cracking your head open!” Diana heard Harry say to Celeste and she smiled.

“Sorry, Geri and Ozzy are here!” She explained.

“Yeah, to come to Disneyland with us, not the ER.” He said pointedly and she laughed and Diana also sniggered as she finished assembling her sandwich. She set it aside and then started to rinse off the things she had used to get them in the dishwasher.

“Hey.” She heard Harry’s voice and glanced to him at the entrance of the kitchen.

“Hey.” She smiled at him as leaned over to open up the dishwasher.

“You’re not gonna eat?” He asked as he came over to the island.

“I will, mine is just there.” She cocked her head to the stove where he saw a plate with her sandwich.

“Here, let me do this and you eat.” He said and she shook her head.

“S’alright it’ll only take a few minutes.” She assured him and he smiled at her obstinance.

“Just let me help you, yeah?” He asked again and she exhaled and nodded.

“Yeah, thank you.” She said and he smiled as she stepped aside and he started rinsing things while she sat at the island, in the same seat he had been in previously he noticed, and she started eating. Grace peeked her head in and said she and Henry were gonna go buy some sports drinks really quick.

“Can you take the kids and pick out some snacks for them? I’ll pay you back.” She said to Grace and she nodded.

“Course, c’mon, babe.” She said to Henry and they left quickly.

“Where does this go?” Harry asked of the spices she had out on the counter for the eggs. She pointed to the cabinet beside the stove and he started putting things away for her, “And the bread?” He asked and she was mid chew so she pointed to the fridge and then Harry did a double-take, “Wait, what?!” He asked and she finished chewing.

“What?”

“You put it in the fridge?” He asked in disbelief and she shrugged.

“Ummm yes, is that…wrong?” She asked and he looked at her like she was crazy.

“Is that wrong? Of course it’s wrong!” He said emphatically as he laughed and looked at her with disbelief.

“I just want it to last longer!”

“Well then you’re doing the completely incorrect thing.” He said, “The molecular structure of bread-”

“Explain it to me like I’m 5.” She interrupted and he chuckled.

“It’ll go stale in the fridge. And refrigerators have moisture, so no, it won’t make it last longer. You need to store it in your pantry or somewhere cool and dry, preferably dark.” He said and she looked at him skeptically.

“Ehh…I don’t know, Harry.” She said as she stood from her seat.

“I’m the baker here. If anyone would know about this it’s me.” He said and she wanted to suppress her laugh.

“OK, baker boy…we’ll do an experiment.”

“Fine.” He said and she giggled, “But next loaf because this one’s already been damaged. No wonder there was something off about the sandwich.” He said with a smug grin and she rolled her eyes.

“Oh, please!” She laughed and he laughed softly as she started to rinse her plate. She then put it in the dishwasher as well and put in the soap before switching it on. She turned around and sighed in relief at this all getting done and she saw Harry smiling at her as he leaned on the counter across from her. “What?” She asked as she broke eye contact.

“You look cute.” He said and she felt her cheeks heating up at him compliment. She wasn’t even wearing anything nice, just casual clothes really, but just something about seeing her in casual clothes made him excited because…well maybe it felt like he now had access to other parts of her life and he was happy about that.

“S’just jeans and a t-shirt.” She giggled and he shrugged.

“So?” He challenged as he came closer and she started feeling all hot and tingly with the butterflies in her stomach fluttering in a frenzied manner, “Is this OK?” He asked as his hands landed on her waist and she glanced down at them, so big and veiny, clearly his hands were strong. She swallowed thickly to dissipate any smutty thoughts that were starting to form in her mind and then she nodded to assure him that he could hold her. Celeste was gone, Damian was showering and this meant that they had at least a few minutes of solitude. When she finally glanced up and made eye contact with him Harry just about melted. The sun coming in from the window over the sink was making her eyes shine beautifully. The green of her eyes was deeper and richer, where his was a lighter color. He loved that he could see the pattern of her iris in this lighting and it looked like rays of sunshine, her eyes were so beautiful. She looked so tense, but she just wasn’t used to this level of scrutiny, even if it was good. “What is it?” He asked and she huffed out a slightly embarrassed chuckle.

“Ummm…I’m just not used to being…looked at like this.” She said softly. That made him sad for her, if she was his girl she’d be admired every single day without fail. He’d never let her forget how incredibly special and gorgeous she was.

“Well that’s just criminal.” He said as he started to lean in and she giggled at his flirtations. Her breath hitched in her throat as his nose skimmed down along hers, nudging her face upwards so that their lips could meet.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth after eating.” She said softly.

“Does it look like I’m concerned?” He asked with a grin and she smiled and then giggled as he rubbed her nose with his, kind of like kunik (eskimo kiss).

“Not really.” She whispered as she started to tiptoe to reach his lips better, but then they heard Damian coming down the stairs and they jumped apart quickly.

“I hope I didn’t hold us up!” He said aloud as he came into the kitchen where Harry was now leaned against the opposite counter as Diana and on his phone while Diana was just standing there awkwardly. Maybe it didn’t look like it, but he knew he had interrupted something by the intense tension he felt as he came into the kitchen.

“Ummm, no. Henry and Grace took the kids to the gas station to get snacks. I’m uh, just gonna go brush my teeth real quick.” Diana said and rushed out of the kitchen.

“She’s weird.” Damian said as he went for the fridge and Harry just chuckled as he focused back on his phone. Damian then opened the fridge and turned to Harry. “Why the hell is the bread in the fridge?” He asked with confusion.

“Like you said, she’s weird.” Harry shrugged and Damian cackled.

“I really like you man.” He said as he caught his breath from the laughter.

**********

Their Disney day was going great! Despite it being a weekend the park was not as full since it wasn’t tourist or vacation season just yet. Harry was having a blast, it was also Ozzy’s first time at Disneyland so he was also having a blast. Yes, they weren’t children but there was something about being there that just made a person reacquaint themselves with their inner child. Apart from the fun he was having he was really enjoying seeing Diana in mom mode, it was kind of lighting a fire inside of him that he didn’t even think could be lit. He liked seeing how caring and protective she was, but she also trusted Celeste to have her freedom. There were instances where she would turn around to talk to her friends and he found himself wanting to call out to her to ensure she didn’t trip or crash into anyone, but right before he could she would do it.

It was making him question his life choices. Like he had always known he didn’t want children because of his experience growing up, not because he didn’t like kids. And well, his parents were loving and supportive people but they were distant for a lot of his formative years because of their investment in their business. He shared that same passion for his career and he just felt that he couldn’t have both without neglecting one or the other in some way. But seeing Diana do it, it made him feel like he could too, especially with the right partner. She seemed to be very balanced in that aspect, the only area of her life that was neglected was her personal life and well, with someone to share the load and responsibilities with maybe it would be easier for her to have more time for herself. Maybe he was crazy to be thinking this way about someone he wasn’t even dating but he couldn’t help it.

“Where to next?” Henry asked as they made it out from the Jungle Cruise ride.

“We want to go on the Matterhorn again!” Celeste said and Geri and Ozzy nodded in agreement beside her.

“Again? You guys went on 3 times! That line is too long!” Grace huffed and Diana giggled.

“There’s other fun rides here, we haven’t even gone on Indiana Jones and-”

“Mom, we want the Matterhorn!” Celeste insisted with a pout and then she glanced to her uncle. Damian didn’t spend enough time with Celeste to be able to resist her puppy-dog eyes.

“Ughh, fine. I’ll take them.” Damian said and the three of them cheered before they started rushing off, “I’ll call you guys when they’ve had enough!” Damian called as he hurried after them and Diana shook her head.

“Well I for one am already tired and I want some dole whip.” Grace announced.

“But Indiana Jones!” Diana said and Grace grinned.

“Take Harry with you!”

“Babe, I also want-”

“To buy me some dole whip? Great, let’s go!” She cut Henry off and dragged him away and he glanced back at Diana and Harry apologetically. Harry sniggered and shook his head.

“I wonder how long she’s been planning that one.” Harry wondered aloud and Diana turned to him.

“Probably from the moment she invited you to join us.” She said with a grin and he chuckled again. “Doesn’t that like…make you feel like a kid? Like when you’re too shy to make a move and so your friends kinda throw you into an impossible situation?” She said and he laughed.

“Yeah, that’s so embarrassing…” He sniggered and she smiled, “Fortunately for us I’m not a shy 13 year old any more.” He said and she bit her lip to suppress her smile as he slipped his hand over hers and interlaced their fingers, “I know what I want.” He said to her, his eyes laser focused on her own, there was confidence and determination in his gaze and it made her feel like she was melting from the inside out. Their intense eye contact was rising the temperature and tension between them. It was more than attraction that was sparking up between them, it was lust. A primal need to just take what they wanted from each other. She wanted him to say it.

“Yeah? What’s that?” She asked with a coy smile. Harry’s other hand came up to hold her chin between his fingers as he leaned down closer and closer to her until he was hovering just above her lips.

“Want to go on this Indiana Jones ride you’ve been going on and on about all day.” He said and she smirked at his teasing and rolled her lips together to not whine about it, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Follow me, then.” She said and he grinned as they started walking off hand in hand. It felt nice and natural to be together like this. They chatted about some of their likes and dislikes, just somethings to get to know each other a little more as they passed the time in line. They played a thumb-war, which Harry easily won each and every time and Diana was annoyed. “I mean, of course you’re gonna win! Look at your giant hands compared to mine!” She huffed in slight annoyance and he was smirking.

“Don’t be a sore loser.”

“I’m not.” She huffed and he sniggered as he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. He didn’t really think about it when he did it, but it completely caught her off guard, “Shit, sorry.” He said and she shook her head.

“S’alright.” She assured bashfully.

“Thank you for letting me come with you guys today. I’m having fun.” He said and she smiled.

“Good. I’m actually really happy that you’re here. Like…I know that maybe you might think that I’m like whatever about it because I’ve been a little bit..hesitant to like…” she stopped and looked at him nervously, “Like…fully embrace my feelings f-for you, but I really do enjoy the times that we get to be alone together.” She said and he was biting down on his lip to not smile wide like a dork.

“I’m happy to hear you say that.” He let out before he smiled and she giggled. He made her feel so giddy that she had no idea what to do with the feelings.

“Yeah. Like, I truly enjoy getting to know you.” She said and he squeezed her hand in reassurance, he understood how nerve-racking it was to admit your feelings to someone.

“I enjoy getting to know you too. And like…we don’t need to be conventional about things, you know? Like I understand that we’re in a bit of a complicated situation so we can just continue getting to know each other however we can. I’m not in a rush.” He said and she smiled.

“I still feel guilty about Celeste like…I don’t want to lie to her after we promised that we wouldn’t keep things from each other-”

“Love, I’m just gonna give you a quick reality check if you’ll let me.” He said and she nodded, “She’s a teenager, she’s gonna keep things from you no matter how many promises you make to each other.” He chuckled and she sighed.

“That doesn’t mean I should do the same thing though. I should lead by example as her parent, no? Modeling! Social Learning Theory.” She said, using his own profession against him and he smirked.

“Hmmm…good one.” He said admitting the hole in his argument and she giggled as he just pulled her into his side.

“Can I tell you something?” She said and he hummed, “I really…” she stopped as she felt her nerves just rising to impossible levels, but he deserved to hear this, “I really like how you take things. Like you’re so open and accepting of when you did something wrong or I don’t know, there’s just been a few occasions in which I’ve had the opportunity to see you just take accountability for your errors and that’s such a hard thing to do. Like no one wants to admit when they’re in the wrong, like…as you’ve experienced yourself, it’s very challenging for me.” She said bashfully, “I wish I could be more like that.” She said and he smiled.

“Love you so are! I mean, it might take you a little bit to come around, but you always do! And well, I’ve never lost my temper when we’ve argue and I’m right because I trust that you will come around and that you’ll come talk to me about it when you do. And you’re right, that’s so hard to do but what I tell myself is you can either get all defensive and choose to tend to your wounded pride or you can be vulnerable about your mistakes and attempt to build trust with someone. I’ve been selfish for a lot of my life,” he sniggered and she hummed, “but I don’t want to be anymore.”

“Well you’ve been anything but selfish when it’s come to Celeste and me so thank you.” She said and he smirked.

“Well, I’ve been a little bit selfish.” He said quietly and she smiled.

“Not really, that’s been like…mutually beneficial.” She reasoned and he chuckled as he hugged her close and kissed the top of her head.

“Excuse me?” They heard from behind them and they both turned around with big smiles from their conversation to see what the person behind them needed, “I’m so freaking sorry because we haven’t meant to be eavesdropping or anything! But like you guys are so cute and such couple goals!” She said and the two others with them nodded along in agreement. Diana could feel her face flushing and well Harry was just so happy to receive some validation as to what they were doing.

“Thank you, but we’re actually not a couple. Just friends I think?” He said glancing down to her and she nodded and the girls before them looked surprised.

“It’s quite complicated.” She explained and the girls nodded.

“But we’ll figure it out though.” Harry said and she nodded up at him with a smile.

“He does have an upper hand, he’s a psychiatrist so he’s got a field advantage to mental stability.” She joked which made them all laugh.

“You know plenty too…”

“S’not my job though, is it?” She asked and he hummed as he smiled down at her. Diana, being the sweetheart she is started chatting to these girls about their days and just about themselves. She was attentive and sweet despite her focus being in the other conversation she was having. He supposed it was a skill she perfected by being a mother, it would make sense for her to become an expert multitasker. Maybe she wasn’t talking to him at this moment, but she was still communicating with him non-verbally and he was listening.

He was aware of the way she was leaning into his body while one of his arms was around her hips. He was aware of her hand on his back, how she’d alternate her touches between soothing rubs or satisfying little scratches over his t-shirt. He was aware of her gaze flickering up to his every now and again to ensure him that she was still there with him. And as she spared him a glance with that big beautiful smile lighting up her face he accepted that he wanted nothing more in the world than a chance to make her even more happy than she already was. He was falling in love with her so fast and so hard there was no stopping it now.

**********

“How was it?” Henry asked as he saw Harry and Diana approaching.

“That was fucking sick!” Harry said as he came over and pulled out Diana’s chair and then the one beside it for himself.

“Yeah, it’s the best ride…apart from Pirates of the Caribbean…” Henry said.

“You’re just sitting…” Grace said.

“Is that really the best one?” Harry asked and Diana and Henry nodded.

“It is! I totally agree with Henry. Too bad it’s closed today.” She pouted and Henry glanced to her and then Harry.

“Well…that just means we’ll have to come back so Harry can experience it.” Henry said and Harry smiled, “No kids though. I love the kids but-”

“Yeah, if they make us stop to see Mickey and Minnie ears one. More. Time.” Grace said lowly and the rest of them laughed, “They’re all the fucking same!” She ranted quietly.

“You’re gonna be a wonderful mother.” Henry said to her and she smirked.

“Hell yeah I am! I’ll indulge my children, it’s kind of hard to indulge other people’s children.” She explained and they all hummed.

“That’s why Celeste likes her so much, she doesn’t beat around the bush with her.” Diana explained and Grace nodded, “Well, I’m gonna get some dole whip.” Diana said standing.

“Me too.” Harry said and then they headed off to the line. They were silent for a little bit before Harry cleared his throat, “Hey, so…I’ve been thinking…like on the walk from the ride to here…” he said and she grinned, “What if we like…slowly expose Celeste to like us…together? Kinda like today where we’re in this group setting, to like get her used to seeing me around casually.”

“That would ruin your therapeutic relationship though. She wouldn’t hold you in the same regard and that would mean no more therapy with you, you know?”

“Yeah, but…and don’t take this the wrong way, is that not what we want?” He asked and she frowned as his words processed.

“I can’t do that to her, Harry.” She said and he nodded.

“I know…and I mean, I can’t do that to her either…that’s so fucked up, sorry for even suggesting that.” He apologized.

“This is crazy isn’t it? We’re putting so much on the line for something that’s not even a thing! Like we don’t even know if this would even work or what we want out of this!” She said and he sighed, she was right. Well, he knew what he wanted but maybe despite their attraction and interest in each other she just wasn’t there yet. “Maybe we just cross that bridge if or when we get there.” She said and Harry nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, that’s probably the best thing.” They fell silent again for a bit and then brought up another topic, “So is your mom coming?” That question did make her feel somewhat tense.

“Yeah, she’ll be here tomorrow.” She responded and he hummed.

“And how are you feeling about that?” He asked her and she shook her head.

“Pass. Let’s just not ruin the day.” She said lowly.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know it was that touchy for you.”

“It’s alright you didn’t know.” She assured with a smile, so he knew she wasn’t upset at him for asking. He could feel some insecurities creeping in anyway, but before he could spiral too far he felt her nudge his arm with her elbow and he glanced to her, “None of that. It’s OK, I’m OK.” She assured him with a smile.

“Promise?”

“Yeah, I promise.” She said and he extended his pinky finger to her and she giggled, “I’ll do you one better.” She grinned and he smiled as she grabbed his face and tiptoed, she was smiling as she pecked his lips quickly. He was blushing like mad now and she felt like she was on top of the world for pulling that out, in public no less! When their eyes finally met, both of them all lit up with joy, she rolled her lips together before she spoke up, “Been dying to do that all day.” She confessed breathily and he grinned.

“Me too.” He hummed.

The rest of the day quite literally flew by after they’d had some time alone. They lined up for the fireworks early on with Grace while Henry and Damian took them to Galaxy’s Edge one more time before they would head out. And when the fireworks started Harry glanced to Diana briefly. She could feel his eyes on her and she couldn’t help but look back for a moment. Harry wanted to hold her so bad. She was slightly cold, he could tell, and he just wanted her to bask in his own warmth, he was dying to make the move but he knew better than to push his luck here. This is why the very last thing he expected was to feel her pinky grazing against his own along the barricade before them. His heart started thumping so hard he swore it was in his throat and every nerve ending in his body was at her mercy as she very slowly just let her hand rest against his. They didn’t do any more than that, they just touched, but it was electrifying and perfect. And when they were saying their goodbyes he swore he wouldn’t be able to hold back from kissing her, but thankfully Damian was distracting Celeste and her friends for a moment which allowed Harry to hug Diana tight.

“Run to the park tomorrow. Please?” He asked and she nodded quickly before they each got into their separate cars. She had made moves today and he was so pleased that he didn’t stop smiling the whole way home.

*********

Monday was annoying so far, but it was mostly because her Sunday felt shitty. It was impossible for Diana to shake Damian off when it came time for her run, she didn’t know if he was suspicious about something or just genuinely wanted to exercise with her, so she begrudgingly sent Harry a text and let him know that she would not be showing up at the park today. As bummed as he was, he understood her wariness. Diana really could have used a little momentary escape with Harry though, because her mother arrived on Sunday afternoon. She didn’t want to be a brat, but the last thing she needed was to see her mother amidst all the other drama. She really could have used one of his pep talks or even just some advice to help her stay calm. Despite her relationship with her mom, Diana would never impede Celeste from talking to her if that’s what she chose. But the woman never showed an interest in her, so Celeste didn’t really show any interest either. She would have to face her mother eventually, but she just hoped that it would be after Wednesday.

Diana had been trying to grade final papers. She wanted to at least get through one of her classes before she had to leave in a bit to pick Celeste up from school, but this seemed impossible as her phone kept ringing in her purse. When her office phone rang she sighed and picked it up without checking the caller I.D.

“This is Professor Beltran.” She said as she continued reading the paper on her desk.

“Hi Ms. Beltran, it’s Ethan from-”

“Hey Ethan,” she greeted him, “is everything alright?”

“Ummm no. Celeste was in a fight and-”

“Wait. What?!” Diana shot up from her seat, “Is she alright? What did they do to her?”

“She just got pushed around but she did hit another student.” He explained and Diana was in complete shock.

“Oh my god… I’m on my way.”

“Thank you.” Ethan said and they hung up. Diana was quick to send an email to her students about ending her office hours early. It was barely 2 o’clock.

Diana called Damian to let him know what was going on and she made it to the school in record time and as she burst into the administrative office Ethan greeted her and informed her that Celeste was talking with the principal and she sighed.

“What happened?” Diana asked him.

“There was a fight happening and she tried to intervene by…throwing her biology book at someone.”

“Oh my god!”

“The girl she hit is fine! Just gave her a bloody nose, but it wasn’t bad bad.”

“Thank god…” Diana sighed in relief and Ethan nodded.

“Principal Whittaker is just trying to get her side of the story.”

“OK. Was it Megan that she hit?” Diana asked with concern.

“Actually no, Megan was the person she was trying to help.” He said and Diana looked confused. Before she could ask more questions both Megan and Celeste were coming out of the principal’s office.

“Ms. Beltran.” Principal Whittaker greeted her and Diana waved.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, everything’s fine, but Celeste has detention for the rest of the week.”

“Alright then.” Diana said shooting Celeste a look and she immediately turned her gaze away. “Are you both alright?” She asked Celeste and Megan. Celeste looked a little disheveled and had some scratches along her arms, but Megan did have a cut on her lip along some scratches on her arms, this made Diana feel so bad for her.

“I’m fine.” Celeste assured and the Diana turned to Megan.

“Me too.” Megan said softly and Diana just wanted to hug her. Just then Megan’s mother burst into the office and as soon as she saw Megan her eyes welled up and she pulled her in for a hug. She glanced to Diana and then Celeste.

“Did you hit her?” She asked Celeste and she immediately shook her head no.

“No mom, she was trying to help me. Brenda and Kasey were the ones who started to hit me.” She explained and her mother looked so confused but just nodded.

“Let’s go home.” She said and they hurried out.

“We should get going too.” Diana said and Celeste waved goodbye to Ethan and her principal before they headed off to the car as soon as she got in she turned to Diana.

“Are you angry at me, mom?” She asked nervously.

“Ummm no, I’m not even really sure what happened.” Diana said and Celeste sighed.

“I just felt bad for her, OK? I was in the bathroom before class and I think Megan told her friends that she…likes girls and they started to make fun of her. At first I was just hiding in the stall until they started to hit her and so I…just threw my book at one of them because I didn’t know what else to do to get them to stop!” She explained with nerves and Diana shook her head.

“It’s alright, you panicked and you…maybe did something a little extreme and I know that you know that violence is never the answer, but sometimes we just do the first thing that comes to mind. And well overall, I think you did the right thing. No one should get bullied over something like that.” Diana said and Celeste nodded in agreement, “I’m proud of you for sticking up for Megan, even though you’re not her friend. I’m sure she really needed that and it meant a lot to her.”

“Yeah.” She said and Diana pouted.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just…thought that I might feel good seeing her get a taste of her own medicine, you know? But it didn’t feel good.” She explained and Diana nodded along in understanding.

“Well mamita, justice isn’t about retaliation. Sometimes that might feel gratifying, to see that what goes around comes around, but what’s the point of that if the person never learns? Or is never given the chance to be better after? This is something I really struggled with after your dad died…” she decided to open up about those feelings because she dealt with them for years before she learned that all the anger and need for vengeance were hurting her more than anything.

“I didn’t feel like justice had been served with the punishment the man that caused that accident received. I wanted him to pay for all the pain he’d caused and that just made me so angry and sad and bitter for a really long time and I suffered more because of that way of thinking, you know? My anger and need for retribution made me miserable and I know that’s not what Wes would have wanted for me or for you.” She explained and Celeste nodded in understanding, “Megan is dealing with a rather big thing personally and…she was wrong for everything she did to you, but I am so proud at how noble you are. It’s OK, if you feel conflicted about it too, like that totally makes sense to feel weird about defending her after everything she’s done. And well, I think you’ll have plenty to say to Dr. Styles as you unpack this in session.” Diana said and Celeste nodded with a small smile. They stopped to get something to eat and killed some time before they made it to her appointment. As soon as Harry had let Celeste into his office she gasped and rushed over to pick up the new cat and they both chuckled.

“It’s gonna be an eventful one today.” Diana said softly and he hummed before she found her seat and he closed the door. She had been sitting in silence for about 30 minutes before the door to the office opened and in came Damian and to her misfortune her mother was trailing after him.

“Hey, is everything alright?” Damian asked and Diana immediately stood up from her seat, “I googled how to get here, sorry. Is Celeste OK?”

“Yeah, she’s fine. She’s in session.” She assured and Damian looked to her apologetically for bringing their mom here, but he just wanted to ensure Celeste was fine after he didn’t hear back from Diana.

“Mom.” Diana said cooly and Regina just nodded in acknowledgement before continuing to look around the space. “They should be done soon.” She explained to them and Damian nodded.

“We can wait.” He assured, “So what happened?” He asked and Diana started to explain what Celeste had told her earlier as Damian listened attentively. She knew her mother was there, but she never really showed an interest in their lives so she wasn’t necessarily addressing her.

“…so now she has detention for the rest of the week.” Diana finished her story and Damian sighed.

“Well I’m glad she was OK and didn’t seriously hurt anyone. She’s got a temper on her.”

“Believe me, I know.” Diana sighed and shook her head, “Thankfully it rarely makes an appearance. But she understands that she can’t lash out like that, she just panicked and didn’t know what to do.” She explained.

“Yeah, I’m sure it was scary to witness someone else getting hit.” Damian said and Diana nodded, “Well, I’m glad she’s alright. You’re a good mom, Di.” He said lowly and she smiled, “Maybe we can go to dinner together after?” He suggested hopefully.

“Yeah, that should be fine.” Diana agreed and Damian smiled about to say something else when their mother interrupted.

“Dinner together after what your daughter just did?” Regina spoke up and both Damian and Diana glanced to her.

“It wasn’t her fault, mom. She was defending another student-”

“Damian, stay out of this.” She barked and he rolled his eyes.

“He’s right, I’m not going to punish her for doing the right thing.”

“The right thing?” She scoffed and Diana sighed.

“You wouldn’t understand because you have no part in our lives-”

“Why would I want a part in your life when you’ve ruined it!?” She asked and Diana frowned.

“Mom-”

“Look at you! You’re a disaster. If you had done things right you wouldn’t be in this mess.” Regina scolded her.

“Can you keep it down, they’re in session.” Diana warned and Regina scoffed.

“Like this is going to help her get the discipline she needs to be a respectable girl.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my daughter!”

“Everything is wrong with your daughter and that’s your fault! I told you that you weren’t prepared for motherhood, Diana. You think it’s just like dressing up a doll and telling her what to do! But it’s a lot of work and-”

“How would you even know that? You didn’t raise me! You didn’t make me the person I am today.” She retorted.

“Thank god I can’t take credit for anything you’ve done!” Regina spat and Diana frowned, “I told you from the beginning that, that boy was just going to ruin your life! And what does he do, gets you pregnant and dies! Ha!” Regina scoffed incredulously as Diana’s eyes welled up, “And you didn’t have the sense to get that abortion like I told you to and look at you now! You only suffer because that’s what you choose for yourself. You threw your future away to have this mistake of a child that never should have even existed and now you’ve messed her up to the point that she needs therapy! She’s like an animal! Getting into fights and unable to control her impulses! You’re a pathetic excuse for a mother.” Regina shouted and hurled insult after insult as Diana just started to cry and crumble. Damian was trying to intervene but there was no stopping her once she got started.

*******

Harry and Celeste had been talking about Megan when they first heard some commotion which quieted down but then it started back up and they could hear very clearly what Regina was shouting. Celeste’s own eyes welled up as she heard her grandmother say that she never should have existed and Harry just couldn’t sit there and not stick up for Diana. He didn’t think about it before he stood and Celeste rushed after him.

“Dr. Styles, you don’t have to-”

“You are such a disgrace and embarrassment to your father and I!” Regina shouted.

“Hey!” Harry shouted effectively shutting Regina up and scaring Diana as he was right behind her, “Don’t ever talk to her that way again.” He warned angrily as Celeste peeked out from behind him and when Regina got a look at her she scoffed.

“What a shame, she doesn’t even look like us.” She said lowly to Diana. She knew that the real reason her mom was unhappy about her having Celeste was because Wesley was black and she’d be mixed-race. Her mother had never been shy about expressing her disapproval for her dating Wesley because he was black. Diana was about to go off and spew fire when Harry stepped in front of her with a deep frown on his face.

“Fuck you, lady.” Harry said menacingly.

“Excuse me?” She asked in full offense.

“You heard me. I don’t know who you think you are coming into my practice and insulting Diana and Celeste this way! The only person acting like an embarrassment and a wild animal right now is you. Shame on you!” He berated her and she scoffed, “Where have you been while they go through all of this? What support or help have you offered to them to even have an opinion about their lives?” He challenged her, “You should be proud that Diana is nothing like you. She’s such an incredible mother despite what you’ve shown her; she’s strong and hardworking and present and supportive of Celeste and she takes such good care of her especially with everything she’s had to endure. She’s everything you will never be and I hope that continues to piss you off for the rest of your life. And Celeste is not a mistake and she’s not messed up! She’s such a caring, compassionate, intelligent, and resilient girl. It’s sickening that you diminish her value out of your ignorance and bigotry.” He said and Regina didn’t even know what to say next, “You’d be so lucky to have such extraordinary people in your life but I’m afraid you don’t deserve that.” He said and she glanced to Diana, “Don’t look at her, I’m talking to you.” He said and she glanced back into his eyes. “You need to leave. Immediately or I’ll be calling the police.” He said and she chuckled dryly as she grabbed her things.

“Con mucho gusto.” She said with snark to Diana and she left without so much as a glance back. If his door could be slammed he’s certain that she would’ve for her theatrics.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think she’d do something like this.” Damian said to Diana and Harry as he went over to Celeste, “I’m so sorry, Celeste.” He said as he hugged her as she sniffled a bit, “Don’t listen to a word she says. She’s crazy and bitter and-”

“Racist?” Celeste said and he nodded.

“Yeah.” He nodded in confirmation with a frown as the truth of his mom’s feelings processed through his brain.

“You should’ve told me you were with her, Damian.” Diana said and he sighed.

“I didn’t think she’d act like this, I’m sorry.” He apologized again and Diana was clutching her fists in anger.

“You know how she is with me! God, I’m so mad at you right now!” She said through gritted teeth. She didn’t want to lose her shit, being angry just made her cry because she felt so powerless to that emotion. It was draining and overwhelming. She had tried to shield Celeste from her mother her entire life and the first interaction they had was her degrading her and being racist towards her.m! She wanted to rip Damian’s head off for not giving his decision more thought. She had talked to Celeste about racism before and what that could look like for her as a person of color, but she never would have thought that her own family would victimize her daughter. It was sickening and she just wanted to scream from the pain and anger storming inside of her. “I need to take a breather.” Diana said lowly before storming out. And Harry glanced over to Celeste who was still being held by Damian.

“Can you follow her just to make sure she doesn’t get in a screaming match with my mom?” He asked Harry.

“I think she just needs space.”

“Yeah, but she’s also impulsive when she’s angry and I’m the last person she wants to see or even listen to right now.” He said and Harry glanced down to Celeste.

“Is that OK? Are you alright here?” He asked and Celeste nodded, “OK, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He said and Celeste nodded before Harry rushed out. He hurried to the elevator and saw it wasn’t in use so he headed over to the stairwell and opened the door. “Diana?” He called as he swung the heavy door open and as he glanced around he saw her sitting on the steps just a few feet away, “Hey.” He said softly as he approached her and she sniffled.

“I’m fine, just be with Celeste, please.”

“I was told to come be with you. Celeste’s with Damian.” He said as he sat a few steps below her so that he could see her.

“Ughhh, fucking Damian!” She groaned in frustration, “He knows that my mom is the devil! I don’t know how he thought bringing her here was a good idea.” She shook her head, “He’s such an idiot sometimes!” She vented and Harry just extended his hand out to her and she looked at him as she reluctantly took it and squeezed a bit, “I hate her so much, Harry. Like I know that a part of me should love her and be grateful for her because that’s my mom, but she’s so…well you saw what she’s like! And that’s been my whole life! Just fighting to fit into some mold she’s created for us! And yes, I am well aware that my choices have led me to a life I never envisioned for myself but I am happy with my life. I’m happy with my daughter, I am happy with my job, I am happy with my friends…like does that mean nothing to her?” Diana cried and he just came up to the step she was on and hugged her into his arms.

“I’ve got you, love.” He assured as she cried. It hurt so much for her own mother to think so lowly of her and Celeste. She was angry but more than that she was hurt; she was so hurt by everything that her mother said. She figured that she thought those things, but to hear her actually say them in front of her and others, it felt like a new low, even for her mom.

“Thank you for sticking up for me, I would have crumbled and that would’ve made her happy.” Diana sniffled.

I had to, Di. I was gonna be calm about it but when she made that comment about Celeste, I swear I saw red. And I know I didn’t handle this professionally in any war but I just couldn’t contain my anger. I couldn’t listen to any more of her bullshit.” He said.

“You should’ve heard the things she’d say about Wesley behind his back…” she sighed, “She’s such a bitch.” She said and Harry sighed.

“Not to further disrespect your mom, but yeah…she is.” He agreed softly and Diana chuckled through her tears and then took a big deep breath only to exhale shakily.

“I really needed you yesterday.” Diana said more quietly, “I think I would’ve been able to deal with her better if I had just…been more calm or just better prepared for her. I don’t like for her to see how she affects me.”

“If you’ll allow me, im gonna “therapize” you for a minute, if that’s alright?” He asked and she hummed indicating that he go on, “Being callus & stoic all the time, not showing any emotion and vulnerability, that’s how she is. She so far removed and that’s why she’s the way that she is. That’s why she’s capable of saying such hurtful things without empathy & remorse. She’s buried those things so far down for the sake of appearing stronger, but look what it’s made her into. It might seem counterproductive to be able to emote in front of her but I think it’s better for her to see that just because you feel things it doesn’t mean that those feelings break you.” He said and Diana sighed, “Baby, look at me.” He said softly and she suddenly felt like everything except them disappeared, “You’re so strong and so brave. Feeling takes courage and managing those feelings correctly takes strength, and that’s something that she doesn’t have and that I fear she never will. With everything that you’ve made it through, you’re practically invincible.” He said as he held her face, “You’re teaching Celeste the same thing and I’m so proud of you for that. For breaking that cycle.” He said.

“Thank you.” She responded quietly and he nodded.

“Course, love. Now, let’s clean you up a bit, you’re a little smeared.” He said with a soft smile and she sighed as he cleaned away her smudged eyeliner, “There.” He hummed, “Do you need a little more time?” He asked and she nodded, “OK.” He said and started to stand.

“No, don’t go. Just…” she sighed as she looked into his eyes, “Be with me for a little longer.” She said and he nodded.

“Yeah, love.” He said softly as he intertwined their hands together on his lap. “I’ve been thinking about Celeste’s bake sale.” He said and Diana hummed in acknowledgement, “W-what if you guys came over or I went over and we made something together? Like obviously under the guise of teaching you, but just so we can be together, the three of us.” He said and Diana’s heart fluttered.

“That’d be nice. I just…I’m worried we’ll like flirt or something and Celeste will get suspicious. Or maybe I’m just overthinking…” Diana said and Harry smiled.

“A little bit, but that’s alright. I can just share a recipe and if it starts going to shit give me a call, yeah? I’d be happy to swing by.” He said softly and Diana nodded.

“Yeah, just…be on standby because I’m 95% sure you’ll be getting a call from me.” She giggled and he smiled.

“Yeah, that’s the point.” He said lowly and she shook her head with a smile. When Diana leaned on his shoulder he couldn’t help himself as he kissed her head and sighed. He just wanted the chance to make her and Celeste happy. He knew he could, she just needed to let him show her.

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residents-of-the-darkforest · 1 year ago

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Could Be Useful (short story)

Bella-May paced back and forth, her tail lashing and her fur spiked. “I can’t believe this! Outdone by a kittypet!”

Her great-grandson, Myrtlewing, watched her with a passive gaze as he groomed Alderstar’s fur, who’s eyes were half-closed. “Are you sure you’re not being dramatic?”

Bella-May glared at him, her eyes narrowing further when she noticed the teasing glint on his face. She had come here hoping that Myrtlewing might share her feelings, unlike Houndtooth, but so far it didn’t seem as though her kin cared a whisker. “You know it’s frustrating!”

Myrtlewing shrugged. ��How much did she kill?”

Bella-may bristled. “More than me!”

“I don’t see the importance,” Myrtlewing replied. He paused from his grooming to do so, and Alderstar lifted his sleepy head to grunt in displeasure. Myrtlewing reasumed licking the back of his neck. Alderstar began to purr, resting his head back on his front paws. Meanwhile, Bella-May was holding back a hiss of frustration.

Myrtlewing dipped his head. “I get it, Bella-Ma. You had one of the best kill counts of all the residences, and now someone new comes along–”

“Named Styrofoam!”

“--Named Styrofoam, and takes that achievement from you. You can’t do much about it, because you’re dead. Well, you can lure living cats or kill the dead here, no difference to me, but I guess the distinction might matter to you.”

“You know what matters to me?” Alderstar murmured, eyes still shut. “Getting a good cleaning.”

Myrtlewing cuffed him playfully around the ears, then bent to groom them anyway.

Bella-May bit the inside of her lip. Her kin was right, logically, but emotionally, she wanted to smack him for not agreeing with her. “No, it’s not the same to me. Does it not bother you?”

Myrtlewing shrugged again. “I don’t see why it should. It never mattered to me how many cats I killed, that was only a bonus. What mattered was how much fun I had.” Myrtlewing grinned. “And if her methods differed from mine, then I guess I got new things to learn and try.” It began to make more sense why Myrtlewing was so nonchalant about the situation–his favourite part of killing was when he got to try something new. Of course the prospect of meeting someone that could introduce him to more methods would excite him.

Myrtlewing leaned closer to his great-ma. “They’re almost as mean as us. They’ll earn a reputation. You know what I think? I think there’s more cats to blame when someone goes missing or turns up bones. That’s useful, isn’t it?”

“Someone’s not being useful,” Alderstar complained.

Myrtlewing responded by tugging on Alderstar’s ear, and the two began to wrestle, rolling around in a golden-brown whirl of fur.

Bella-May frowned as she padded away. Myrtlewing’s idea wasn’t very useful if she wanted to take credit. But she saw his point nonetheless. Still, she wanted to find at least one kin that shared her feelings, so that she didn’t feel so silly for having them. Maybe Dullahan. Maybe one of her kits.

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--The ending is sudden and weird, but I just wanted to put in what Myrtlewing would think about the whole Styrofoam thing--in short, he couldn't give less of a shit. But he is amused and likes poking fun at his great-ma, while also helping her out.

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sapphireblondie · 2 years ago

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Surprise!

“Come on y/n.. Everyone is going to be there. Including your old crush.” Your face turned red “I don’t know, won’t it be all heroes?” Toga smiled “So?” It’s not like they know you, and I can disguise myself.” You sighed. “What’s wrong y/n. I think crashing a hero party sounds like a great idea!” “You turned to see Dabi standing beside Toga. You roll your eyes, “we’re not crashing a party.” Toga echoed in laughter “Fine we won’t crash it, but let’s just check it out.

As the three of you walked up the shore front, you could see heroes everywhere throughout the beach shore and house. Everyone was there, Red Riot, Chargebolt, Deku, All Might, Shoto, Uravity, Hawks, Aizawa, and so many other. Glares were exchanged as you made your way down to the beach. Toga had changed her look to a random citizen but everyone knew Dabi’s look and it wasn’t like he was shy. “What are you doing here?” You turned around to see Shoto. You opened your mouth to speak “What’s wrong baby brother, don’t like the idea of big bro coming to say hi.” You elbowed Dabi “You said we weren’t crashing!” He smiled “No, Toga said we weren’t crashing.” You glared at him in frustration. “Leave now, all of you.” Your face turned crimson as the embarrassment set in. You grabbed Toga and Dabi and began directing them away from the party. “I told you this was a bad idea.” You walked down the beach to an empty area a ways away from the party, you could still hear the music and see the flicker of the fire on the beach but that was it. Toga and Dabi decided to head back home to start their next heist planning but you wanted to hang out on the beach for a bit. It was a nice night and the stars were gorgeous. “You look lonely?” You heard a chuckle from above where you were laying. “Just enjoying the night.” The man sat down next to you “I’m sorry they kicked you out with the other guys, just cause you don’t have a quirk doesn’t mean you’re a villain.” You paused for a moment “How do you know I don’t have a quirk?” The man laughed “Cause you didn’t pose a threat which either meant you were quirkless or harmless.” You sat up and looked over “You’re Deku right?” Deku giggled “Yeah, I wanted to see if you wanted to come back to the party, I think you’ll get along with alot of us.” You smiled “Thanks, but I prefer not to be a party crasher.” Deku laughed and stood up holding out his hand “Come on, you’ll be fine if I take you.”

As Deku and you made it back to the party, a couple heroes glared but most of them looked more surprised “Deku? Why is she back here? I thought she was with Dabi and his girlfriend.” Deku tightened his grip on your hand “She didn’t go to U.A. cause I believe she’s quirkless, so she wasn’t introduced to any of us for her to have a chance at being friends with us. So Uraraka I think we should give her a fair chance. She’s met the villains and they accepted her, why can’t you do the same?” Uraraka’s face turned red and you could see her anger and jealousy grow. Deku looked at you “So are you quirkless?” You shook your head and whispered “No, I can hear what they are thinking. Uraraka thinks I’m deceiving you and that you're being naive. Shoto doesn’t trust me because I came here with his brother Dabi, and Dabi is never up to anything good, so he thinks I was sent here by Dabi. Hawks is open minded but watching me. His exact words were “Not everyone who associates themselves with Dabi is bad, look at twice, he wasn’t a bad guy, he just trusted bad people.” Deku smiled “So you aren’t quirkless?” You smiled “I just don’t have a support quirk or a hero quirk, so I was better off being in just normal school with quirkless people.” Deku smiled “But you could hear everyone’s thoughts? Wouldn’t that be loud?” You smiled “No, it isn’t like I just hear random voices, I have to focus on that person, then I can hear what they are thinking. Like you “You’ve been thinking that I remind you of when you were quirkless. But you’re intersted-” Deku shifted “Bakugou! I was wondering when you were gonna appear.” Bakugou looked down noticing you avoiding eye contact “Who’s the shrimp?” Your face reddened “My name is y/n” Bakugou chuckled “Oh, I don’t remember you from U.A..” Deku glared at Bakugou “That’s cause she doesn’t have a quirk so she didn’t attend U.A.” A smile crept across Bakugou’s face “Aww so you’re quirkless.” You looked up at Bakugou’s ruby eyes and were ambushed by his melted caramel scent. “She’s cute, it’s no wonder why Dabi kept her close over the years.” You giggled as you looked away from Bakugou “What? Did I say something funny?” You shook your head no as Deku leaned down “You shouldn’t read his mind without him knowing, he’s a touchy temper.” You smiled “He thinks I’m cute...” Deku chuckled “What’s so funny Izuku?” Deku smiled “Nothing, she was just saying how she’d like to get to know you so if you wanna show her around.” You glared at Deku “Are you kidding me!” Deku didn’t need to use his voice, you could hear his thoughts loud and clear “Oh stop, you’ll have plenty of fun, plus I seen how you looked at him when you first seen him.. I’m not stupid.” Bakugou held his hand out for you to take “I’ll show you where the bathroom is and where you can grab a drink if you want one.” You placed your hand in his and nodded “OK..”

As Bakugou led you through the house, you could hear thoughts flood in as your eyes sifted through the glares. “Who is she?” And “why is she with Bakugou?” You looked at the floor to collect yourself from the judgement. A warm callused hand touched your face as you heard Bakugou say “Their glares are meaningless, just ignore them. It’s my party and I want you here so.” You look at Bakugou as his beautiful ruby eyes stare into your eyes. “Fuck, I sound like a complete dumbass. Well no chance in seeing her again after this shit party.” You smiled as you broke eyes contact “It’s not a shit party and you’re not a dumbass.” Bakugou tilted his head in confusion “how did you know that? You aren’t quirkless are you?” Your face reddened as you pulled your hand from his. He set off a small explosion in his hand which immediately shifted your attention back to him. He stared at you with silence using his thoughts to speak for him “you can hear me this way cant you?” You nodded “Yes..I-” Bakugou grabbed your hand and directed you through the house and back out to the beach front. “Bakugou where are we going?” Bakugou smiled “I wanna know more.” As the two of you made it down to the water away from the party, he stood only inches from your face. “Does Deku know?” “Yes” “What about the villains?” “Some of them.” Bakugou feel silent almost like he was looking for his next question as he stared out in to the open ocean. Your eyes scanned across the water before making their way back to Bakugou who sat in silence.. yet his mind wasn’t anywhere near quiet. “Has she always been this beautiful?” I don’t understand if she had a quirk, she should of been able to get into the university. would she reject me if I tried to kiss her?” Bakugou shifted his attention back to you as you looked back to the ocean trying not to show that you heard everything. “Uh, how much of that did you hear?” You laughed nervously “uh- hear what? I didn’t hear anything.” Bakugou laughed “Oh, yeah? So if I just happened to grab here” Bakugou placed his hand on your waist and pulled you towards him. “And my other hand here” His callused warm hand grazed your cheek. “And I don’t know, did this.” Bakugou’s warm soft lips pressed against yours as a buzzing sensation was sent through your body. You melted in his grasp as he pulled away just enough to speak “You didn’t know that I wanted to do that?” You giggled throwing your arms around his neck “Nope” Bakugou chuckled as he pulled you tight to his body. Your tongue grazed his bottom lip and he was more them happy to let his dance with yours. You pulled away smiling. Bakugou smirked “So does your quirk work on it’s own or do you have to use it.” You looked away “If I focus on someone too long, it does it on it’s own. I usually ignore them.” Bakugou lets you go and sat on the beach sand. As you look down he put his hand out “Come here” You smiled and took his hand as he directed you to sit on his lap. As you sat down and you boobs met his face, he pulled you into him smothering his face into your beautifully bouncy breast. Bakugou let out a loud exhale as you looked down at him “I could definitely do this everyday.” You let out a giggle as you rested your cheek on the top of his head. He pulled away “It’s not nice to listen to my thoughts when I’m not aware of it.” You giggled “Sorry but I like knowing what your mind thinks of me.” Bakugou pulled back “Then just ask. I think your sexy as fuck and beautiful and I wanna-” “Hey, Bakubro- Oh sorry, we wanted to make sure-” Bakugou lifted you off his lap and put you next to him “What the hell shitty hair? Really you brought the entire class 1-A?” Deku stepped forward “I tried to tell them I didn’t sense a threat from her so there was no reason to worry.” You stood up and walked towards the water. “Hey? where-” Deku yelled after you. You turned around “It seems like I’m unwanted here, so I’ll take my lea-” A loud explosion went off “The fuck you will! Look guys I appreciate your concern, but I think I can handle a shrimp like her.” Shoto went to speak as Hawks dropped in “Shoto, I understand your concern but not every one who associates themselves with Dabi is bad. I think you should give... Where’d she go?” Bakugou turned around to find you no where to be found.” Bakugou turned towards everyone “Damn it!” Deku walked towards the water “She was just there, she couldn’t of gotten far.” Uraraka growled “See I told you, she shouldn’t be-” Deku turned around “Leave!” Uraraka’s face turned red. “Deku, I think she-” “Mina don’t or you can leave too.” Mina grew flustered as she walked towards Uraraka “Why are you protecting her so much! Why do you care?” Deku turned around furious as he walked towards the water “Because I know what it’s like to want to be accepted and want to fit in! I know what it’s like to be the outsider! To be the one who’s quirkless! NOW LEAVE BOTH OF YOU! Mina and Uraraka walked back towards the house “Anyone else who doesn’t wanna take Bakugou’s feelings into consideration about y/n can leave as well. Shoto, Kirishima, Denki?” Bakugou looked at Deku “Thanks..” Kirishima shook his head, “No, if Bakugou trusts her, I trust him.” Iida, shoto, and denki nodded agreeing with Kirishima. “Then lets find her.”

As you swam out as far as your body could take you, you floated staring at the star. “Y/N!!” You could hear a faint voice yelling for you. “Y/N!!” A few different voices. The water grew cold and you were losing feeling to your feet, you were also growing tired. “I just wanna sleep.” Y/N! she cant be out here much longer the water will get too cold, icy hot, you think you can heat-” “Not without knowing the direction she’s in. It would take too long to heat the entire area.” “DAMN IT!” Bakugou set of multiple explosions sending him into the air as he scanned for you.” The water grew colder as you became more tired. “Stay awake.” You felt your body begin to slow down and stop responding. “There you are.” You feel warm hands touch your body, but can’t see who it was. Then you hear a familiar giggle. “Toga?” Toga smiles “out to be drowned today are we?” Shoto noticed a bright blue flame down the beach in the water walking towards the shore. “Bakugou!” Bakugou turned towards the direction shoto was pointing “No... they came back for her..” Kirishima turned towards Deku “You think she’s gonna go with them?” Deku nodded “By this time with how cold the water is, she’s probably going in and out of consciousness, so yes. I think they will take her and even if she is slightly conscious, they accepted her, and didn’t doubt her. So yes, I think we’re about to lose her.” Bakugou growled “Not if I have something to say about it!” Deku grabbed Bakugou’s arm “Don’t, it’ll start a war and she needs medical attention soon. She won’t make it if we fight them now. Let them take her for now, get the help she needs, we’ll follow her, and wait and that’s if she doesn't come find you first.” A truck pulled up next to the blue flame on the beach and Bakugou watched as they put you in the back with Dabi and Toga climbed in the front seat. “Where Katsuki?” Dabi echoed in amusement “Back at the beach, we have to get you back to the house. Toga has blood back at the house that is at a temp that will bring your body temp back. “You’re warm Dabi? His face reddened “Just do me a favor, dont die.. you’re useful.” You looked up at Dabi “Why do I give a shit.. Why did I get so worried when her tracker showed her heart rate dropping.. I’m not supposed to give a fuck, she’s supposed to be a tool.” You smile and turn your head as you drift off to sleep.

“Dabi. She’s stabilized and ok she just needs to rest.” Dabi smiled “Good then the plan is still in motion. Once she gets close to Bakugou, He will be be easy to crush.” Toga smiles walking up to Dabi “Your so smart Dabi!!” How’d you know he’d fall for her..” Dabi looked up at his hand as he mumbled “Cause if I fell for her, he will too.” Toga growled “Why do you like her so much “her quirk is useless, the only reason we recruited her was -” “Get off me Toga! My feelings for her as a person are irrelevant to this mission and you.” Toga dropped to the floor as Dabi shoved her off the edge of the couch.

You woke up and noticed a familiar smell “You looked over and there stood Hawks and Bakugou” You sat up urgently “What are you doing here?! You need to leave, I heard Dabi say they have a tracker on me, it gives my location and vitals, that’s how they knew I was in trouble.” Bakugou covered your mouth “SHHH! they don’t know were-” The door opened and Dabi let out a malicious laugh. “See I knew if we took her to an open location where you could find her, you’d come. And you’d be dumb enough to come, well almost alone.” “Bakugou, leave.” You stated trying to get up.” Hawks walked over and picked you up “Were leaving.” Dabi smiled “Yeah, I don’t think you are.” Bakugou stood between Hawks and Dabi “Well I do.” Bakugou let off multiple explosions forcing Dabi back as some of the ceiling came crashing down “Hawks go!” Hawks flew through the hole Bakugou created as you screamed trying to fight your way out of his grasp “Don’t leave him there, that was their plan the entire time, I heard them on the way home, they’re using me to-” “Stop y/n, I didn’t leave him, I’m simply passing you off and then we’ll go back. Iida and Shoto are about 3 miles the other away waiting for you and then Deku, myself and Aizawa are going back to help Bakugou. You sighed “Please bring him back in one piece.” Hawks smiled as he landed placing you on your feet “Iida take her back to U.A.. Have Recovery girl check over her.” Iida nodded as Shoto started the car “Please watch your head.” shoto smiled as he opened the car door. You sighed “ok.” “y/n” You turned around “He’ll meet you at UA before sunrise, I guarantee it.” You smiled at Deku as he and Hawks and Aizawa took off into the city

As you reached U.A., recovery girl met you at the door. “She looks like she has been treated fairly well.. wait? I thought you said you were bringing me a quirkless girl? She isn’t quirkless at all.” Shoto and Iida step back from you “You lied?” You sighed “No, I just don’t talk about my quirk, it’s rather useless.” Shoto looked at you “What is your quirk?” You sighed “I can hear what’s unspoken by the mouth yet spoken in the mind.” Iida smiled “You can hear our thoughts. That’s why you felt so uncomfortable at the party, even though we said nothing, you could hear it all.” You nodded “Yes. Deku and Bakugou were the only ones that didn’t want me to leave and that were willing to give me a chance. well Hawks too.” Recovery girl stepped forward “Either way, let me take you in and do a full evaluation.” “Can you remove the tracker they implanted in me?” Recovery girl smiled “Of course y/n.” The three of you made your way to a room and recovery girl checked you over. “She will be fine, her body temperature has already returned to average and there doesn’t seem to be any permanent damage. She should take it easy after removing the tracker my quirk helps speed up the healing process not heal it immediately” You sat up off the bed “Good then lets go help Bakugou, he doesn’t know what he’s up against. Dabi is out for blood and Bakugou-” The door open “Bakugou what?” Bakugou stood in the doorway smiling as blood ran down the side of his face. “Are you insane! Where’s Deku and Hawks and-” “We’re all fine, The rest of them stood in the hallway behind Bakugou. You jumped off the bed and ran to Deku “You’re ok!!” Deku laughed wrapping his arms around you. “I wasn’t expecting to get the first hug.” Aizawa and Hawks chuckled. Bakugou growled “What am I dog-” You let go of Deku and threw yourself into Bakugou pressing your lips against his stopping his statement midway. Bakugou’s face became reddened as he was caught off guard. Aizawa and everyone else bellowed in laughter at Bakugou as he wrapped his arms around you. As you pulled away and smiled you spoke softly “Now can we get those cuts looked at, I’m sure everyone has some we need to check out.”

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A regretful Wolf and his Beauty

Chapter Eighteen

Beast!Rex x Fem!reader

Summary: As punishment for his actions, young prince Rex was cursed to become a monster by a witch. The only thing that saved him from his fate was an enchantress, who gave him a condition. He has to find true love in order to redeem himself and he only has until the last petal of the enchanted rose falls. Rex's family helps you by guiding your way into his heart. Rex's fate now lies in your hands. A/N: hope you all like this! This is a collab with @ahsokatano-thetogruta

Crosshair walks down the hall. He's gotten used to being a hatrack more than he thought that he would. He'd stare at himself in the mirror for ages, look of disgust all over his face. The sound of sniffling and soft sobbing brings him out of his thoughts, sighing when he knows who they belong to. “Hunter?” Crosshair enters a different room, one with a sofa, bookshelves and pretty lights. Everyone in the castle thinks of this room as the snug area. Hunter comes here almost all of the time, because his senses are so enhanced that he needs to give them a break, so this room really helps with that. He's not sure why it is, but there is always the sweet smell of Peonies and Roses in the air, and the peace and quiet is pure Bliss to him.

The depressed looking knife glances at Crosshair “What are you doing here?” Hunter asks, but the answer to that should be obvious “I came to check on you. What's going on?” Crosshair asks, his tone low and demanding, yet has a very small hint of softness in it. Hunter turns away from him. “Doesn't matter. Go and make friends with the girl.” “I don't want to.” Crosshair says plainly. Hunter turns around, feeling his anger rise “But why? It's not as if you look intimidating like me, just talk to her, introduce yourself, something.” If Hunter could, he'd be tearing up by now, frustrated that he can't even talk to the girl. He feels sad that she's so afraid of him.

Crosshair sighs in annoyance “Well it's not my fault you look like that. If she's scared of you but not me, then that's just the way it is--” Suddenly, Hunter sees red and lashes out, throwing himself towards Crosshair, who's eyes widen, not able to move quick enough to avoid the cut that Hunter gives him. The impact makes Hunter lose his balance and momentum, falling to the floor with a clatter. Crosshair yells out in pain, looking down at himself to see the cut, then an orange, gloopy substance trickling out of it. Hunter is still pissed and isn’t thinking, he floats up and tries to fly over to Crosshair for another strike, when he suddenly becomes tired and falls to the floor. That's when Hunter breaks, and he starts crying hard, unable to stop. Crosshair freezes as he hears his Ori’Vod cry, he knows that he caused this, and he feels so bad. “Hunter, I’m so sor--” Crosshair is interrupted when the door bangs open.

“What the kriff are you boys doing!!” 99 barges in, and Tech follows as Hunter lays on the floor and cries quietly, 99 floats over and looks down at Hunter, then up at Crosshair and his cut. “Were you pushing him? I know you did something to provoke this, son.” Crosshair gives a guilty look. “I… I said it wasn’t my fault he looked like that, and scared the girl.” “Cross!” 99 scolds, he would be frowning if he could. “You know how hard everyone has taken to being turned into objects, and Hunter always hid his feelings.” Crosshair looks so guilty as Tech looks at his wound. “I didn’t mean to say it, it just slipped. Then he attacked me, he was going to again but he got tired, then he started crying.” 99 sighs and looks at Hunter.

“I think he’s having a bit of a breakdown, having you say that Cross had caused all his emotions to bubble up.” 99 floats over top of Hunter, and gently presses against him, in as much as he can. “Hunt’ika, it’s okay son. No matter what you look like, you are still you.” Hunter whimpers, and suddenly darts out of the room. “Hunter!!” he can hear the three of them call, but he keeps going. He keeps going until he gets to 99’s room, and hides under the bed. He used to do that as a young kid, and when he was first transformed. He knows it's childish, but it still comforts him, even now.

Hunter thinks about the girl, he feels so bad. He had scared her, he hates being a knife, being something so dangerous. He always hid it from his brothers, how much he hated it. He needed to be strong for them, as the oldest, he did the same when Nala se was around. Hunter wishes he could curl up, like he used to, but it's impossible with what he is now. Hunter cries quietly, letting everything he’s been holding in for years out. When he hears the door open, he goes quiet, hoping not to let anyone know he’s here. “Hunt’ika?” Hunter almost curses when he hears 99, he doesn’t want to talk right now, he just wants to be alone. There's shuffling from the broom. “Hunter! I know you’re in here, son. You always hide in here when you’re upset.” Hunter keeps quiet, hearing his Buir shuffle around the bed. 99 sighs. “Hunter, I know you’re hurting. You don’t have to hide it, I know you had to be the strong one with Nala Se. but I’ve told you before, that's not your job anymore. It’s mine.”

Hunter flinches at the name, but he still doesn't say a word. “Hunter...I just need to know that you're okay, please.” Knowing that he's making his dad worry about him hurts him, feeling the guilt pumping all through his body. A moment later, Hunter feels himself being swept gently across the floor from under the bed. He tries to slide his way back under the bed, but 99 stops him. “Hunt'ika, please, stop--” “Don't call me that!! I-I don't deserve to be called that, how can you even stand to hug me like this? I'm dangerous now, not to mention scary. You saw how the kid reacted to me.” Hunter starts sobbing again, hating that he's the scariest looking out of them all.

He senses his Buir's sadness, but why would he be sad-- “You may be scary on the outside, but we know, and you know, that you are still you on the inside, no matter what you may think, you will always be my Hunt'ika.'' 99 tells him, making Hunter look up near the top of the broom where 99's face would be, that's if he had one. Before Hunter can reply or properly process what his Buir had just said, there's the sound of Obi Wan's and Cody's voice, along with a young girl's voice. “But I want to make sure that whoever is crying is alright.” she pleads, then there's a soft knock at the door that makes both Hunter and 99 turn and look to see the small girl from earlier peering around the door, then slowly entering, Cody and Obi Wan standing just outside of the room.

She takes a breath as she walks forward towards the knife and broom, still looking a little scared and nervous, but not as much as earlier. She manages to smile a little. “Hello. My name's Omega.” Omega doesn't want to be pressing, so she waits for a response, but none comes. She frowns, not knowing what to do. Hunter must feel terrible that she felt, and still feels a little bit, afraid of him.

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Omega lays curled up, as the knife is pushed away by the broom, she feels sick. “Hello.” she startles, looking over to see a book, with what look like goggles on its front where eyes are. “H-Hello.” she says quietly, and tech smiles at her. “I’m tech. Hunter won’t hurt you, I promise.” Omega whimpers. “But knives hurt, that's what one did to my mom and dad.” Tech feels sick when he realizes why she’s scared of Hunter. “Well, he used to be human. He was the oldest out of the four of us, and he raised all of us, pretty much. Until Buir found us.” Omega sits up a bit under Wrecker, smiling at the book. “Really.” Tech nods. “I promise, he will never hurt you.” “Yeah, he's the best big brother in the world!!” Wrecker yells, making Tech and Omega laugh.

“Omega!!! There you are!!” Obi Wan comes running into the room, reaching underneath Wrecker and pulling Omega out, Cody is running as fast as he can behind him. Omega notices that the hatrack and knife are gone now. “You can’t just wander off like that.” Obi Wan scolds as Cody catches his breath. “Obi Wan’s right, you need to go see Kix. He wasn’t in his office, but we’ll find him.” Cody says, and 99 chuckles. “I’m sure he’s around here somewhere, now I have to go find Hunter, he gave poor Omega a scare and now I think he feels bad.” “I’ll come with you.” and with that both 99 and Tech float out, leaving Omega and Wrecker to tell the story of what had happened.”

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“Tech has told me about how kind you are, and that you are the oldest brother out of the four of you.” Hunter looks up at her. “He did.” Omega nods. “I’m sorry I was scared of you, the bad men hurt my mommy and daddy with a knife. But Tech said you won’t hurt me.” Hunter wishes he could nod. “Of course, I would never.” Omega smiles. “I know you used to be human, I’m sorry that this happened to you, but you’re still the same on the inside, that's all that matters.” Hunter floats up, as 99 chuckles. “See, I’m not the only one who thinks that.”

Hunter chuckles too, then looks at Omega. “Your eye is bleeding.” He tells her, and she sighs. “I was supposed to see Kix, but then I wandered off after hearing Wrecker’s music, then I heard you crying and wanted to apologize for being scared.” Hunter sighs. “You don’t have to say sorry, I am scary. Now we better get you to Kix.” Omega nods and follows the knife as he floats out of the room, and the broom follows behind them. Cody and Obi Wan are waiting outside for them.

“There you are, has everyone made up?” Cody asks, and Omega nods with a smile. “Both have made up, and I think Hunter is feeling a bit better now, right Hunter?” Hunter nods, he does. “Yeah, let's go get Omega’s eye checked out, then I need to apologize to Cross.” Obi Wan nods. “Alright, let's go then.” They all start walking to where Kix and Jesse usually sleep, their room is on the bottom floor. They get there and Obi Wan knocks on the door. “Kix? Jesse? You in there?'” The door opens and a paper bird flies out, followed by a pen.

“Hey Obi Wan, sorry. I slept in. You brought Omega, and others.” Obi Wan chuckles at what Kix says. “Yeah, her eye isn’t looking too good, and everyone else is here for support.” Kix chuckles. “Sit her on the bed, then unwrap her eye and I’ll take a look.” Obi Wan nods, and does as he's told. Cody follows behind him as Hunter rests on top of him and 99 follows beside. Obi Wan unwraps her eye, and everyone gasps, 99 immediately flies over to her. “What the kriff happened to you, sweetie.” He says softly, accidentally swearing but he doesn’t care at the moment. “The bad man punched me.” 99 shakes with anger, and Hunter floats up. “What!! He had no right!” Hunter yells, making Omega jump. She tears up, trying so hard not to cry again at the memory from last night.

“I heard my Mommy scream, then Papa turned around to help her, and that's when one of the bad men jumped at me and attacked me. T-Then-- Then…” she cries again, tears streaming down her face like a waterfall. It's difficult to help her because they aren't able to help her physically, seeming as they are all objects and are unable to give her a hug, so the best they can do for her is comfort her with words. Obi Wan pulls Omega into a hug, running a hand through her hair. Hunter shakes with anger as Cody does the same, 99 calms himself down as much as he can. “Don’t worry, you’re safe here.” He says to her, and Omega pulls away and nods. Then Kix flies up and starts looking her over, he hums a bit. “I really do not like how that eye is looking.” He tells her softly, and Omega sighs. “My vision is weird.” Kix gives a sad look. “Can you cover your good eye? Then tell me what you see out of your bad one.” Omega nods and then covers her eye, getting a frown. “It’s blurry, almost turning black.” Kix sighs. “I was afraid of that, she might go blind in that eye now.”

Cody and Obi Wan both let out small growls of anger, as 99 stays close next to her, he feels so bad for the poor girl. “Is there a way to save it?” Hunter asks quietly, but Kix shakes his head. “I’m not sure.” Hunter sighs as Omega whimpers, and Obi Wan pulls Omega close again. “It’s okay.” He whispers, then Hunter flies over. “Hey, it's okay. How about you come and hangout with me and my brothers once your eye is wrapped up? It would be fun?” Omega nods, and Obi Wan starts to put some bacta on her eye and rewrap it, once he’s done, he hums. “There, is… is she good to go, Kix?” Kix nods sadly, and Jesse flies over to her and hugs her. “You take care, little lady. I’ll talk to you later.” Omega smiles and giggles as she follows Obi Wan and the rest out. “Bye Jesse! Bye Kix.” Both yell goodbye to her as Obi Wan, Cody, 99 and Hunter lead her back to the ballroom.

Once they get there, Tech immediately flies over. “Miss Omega!! How are you doing?” Omega smiles. “I’m good!!” Hunter looks around to see Crosshair in the corner, he sighs and flies over, getting the cold shoulder, he sighs. “Look, I’m so sorry Cross. I hurt you, and I had no right.” Crosshair doesn't say a word, he's too pissed off and will end up shouting. He doesn't want to yell in case he scares the kid, he'd hate it if he did that. Hunter can see the orange sap that has hardened on Crosshair's side. He hates that he snapped and hurt him like he did, it makes him so sad that he'd even think about hurting his Vod'ika. Hunter starts to fly away back to the group, but he's stopped when Crosshair grabs him and stops him from going any further.

“I'm sorry too, Hunter. I shouldn't have provoked you like that and I should have gone a different way about it. So I'm sorry. And don't worry about cutting me, I'm fine.” he pulls away and gives Hunter one of his rare smiles, which tells Hunter that he isn't mad, because Crosshair wouldn't be smiling at all if he was. “Okay, as long as you're sure.” Hunter returns the smile, then he notices Crosshair tense up, noticing that he's looking in a particular spot behind Hunter. He would be raising an eyebrow right now if he could, but he turns around regardless, seeing Omega smiling and looking inquisitively at Crosshair.

“I knew I saw you move earlier.” Omega giggles. “What's your--” she doesn't get to finish her sentence as the hatrack starts running away. She looks up at Hunter with confusion, then he laughs and floats down towards her, trying to look as least scary or menacing as possible. “Go on and chase him, Kiddo.” He says in a playful and joking manner. Omega smiles widely and does just that, following the hatstand out of the ballroom and into the hallway. Crosshair runs as fast as he can go, the young girl fast on his trail. “Please, just leave me alone, kid.” a moment later he hears a small scream and a fairly loud thud. He turns around to see that the girl has fallen flat on her face.

“Ow ow ow…” she whimpers and cries a little, making Crosshair feel so bad that this has happened. Crosshair feels bad for her, so he walks back towards her and gently uses his hooks to gently scoop her up, and he sets her down. “You okay? That was quite a fall.” the girl nods, tears filling her eyes, Crosshair sighs softly. “Shhh, it’s okay, sweetheart. You’re okay.” Crosshair struggles to come up with the words, he was always more to give comfort with touch rather than words. Damn! Why couldn’t Hunter be here, he was always great at comforting them, even now.

“I would hug you, sweetheart, but it's a bit difficult at the moment.” She smiles and quickly hugs Crosshair herself, gently nuzzling against him, and Crosshair smiles to himself. It’s been a long time since he’s had an actual hug. He chuckles softly. “Okay, thanks for the hug kid.” The girl smiles. “I like hugs, can I hug you again when I’m sad?” Crosshair lets out a tiny sigh, but nods. “Okay, we can. But don’t tell anyone, I have a reputation to uphold.” She nods happily, then Crosshair gets a curious look. “What were you going to ask earlier?” The girl quarks her head. “Huh?” Crosshair sighs. “You said “What's your--”, so I'm... curious as to what you were going to ask.” She gets a bright smile. “Ohh, yeah. What's your name?” Crosshair gets a surprised look, then he smiles. “I’m Crosshair, but you can call me Cross. What's your name?” The girl smiles. “I’m Omega!” Crosshair chuckles at her enthusiasm. “Should we head back to the ballroom then, Omega?” Omega nods happily and Crosshair leads her back to the ballroom. Once he gets back in there, Hunter is the first to come over to him, Crosshair frowns as he can just feel the smirk the knife must have that he cannot see.

“I see you made friends with her.” Crosshair rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You know that I like kids.” Omega smiles, and Crosshair gets a small smile on his face. Then everyone hears a growling sound. “What?” Hunter asks, then 99 chuckles as he flies over. “You hungry Omega?” Omega nods shyly, and both Hunter and Crosshair, along with everyone else, would facepalm. They forget about the need to eat that humans have, Rex usually is good about eating, so they sometimes forget about it. “Let's get you to the kitchen then, and get some food into that tummy of yours.” Omega smiles at the broom and nods, following him out as Hunter and Crosshair follow behind. “Bye!!!!” Wrecker yells and Omega smiles as she waves. “Bye, Wrecker!!! Bye, Tech!!” “Bye, Miss Omega!”

Obi Wan and Cody have already left to find Rex, so it's just Omega, Hunter, Crosshair and 99. All walking to the kitchen to get the young girl some food. Once they make it to the kitchen, they open the door to find that they aren’t alone. Rex freezes as he sees young Omega staring at him with wide eyes, Omega freezes as well. He backs up a little, ducking down a bit to seem smaller and less intimidating, ears pressing back against his head. She looks at him for a moment and remembers what you had told her “That's just my friend, Rex. he won’t hurt you.”. Omega takes a small, shaky breath and then says “Are you Rex?” The wolf nods, staying quiet for a moment before speaking “Do I scare you?”

Omega doesn't wait a second before shaking her head “No, you seem really nice.” she smiles widely at him, which is kindly given back to her as a small, toothy smile. It's been a very long time since there has been a human child in the castle, so Rex is feeling nervous. “I'm glad.” His ears perk up as she walks a little closer, Hunter is resting in Crosshair's hooks as the two of them stay back and stand next to 99, letting Omega take her time getting used to Rex. Even though she said that she isn't scared, Rex still looks quite scary like this.

She stands right in front of him, looking up as he looks down at her. He decides to crouch a little more, not wanting her to strain her neck. He's about three times her height, so if that isn't menacing enough, then what is? Omega walks a little closer to him, making Rex look around a little nervously and confused as to how or why she isn’t scared of a monster like him. “Your fur looks so fluffy.” She lets out a small giggle as Rex’s tail wags a little. “Would you like to feel it?” Rex asks kindly, making Omega nod happily. She reaches her hand out to feel the fluffier fur on the top of his head. “It is really soft!” Omega says joyfully, enjoying the feeling of the soft, blonde fur in her hand.

Rex hums at the feeling. His brothers and Anakin have played with his fur before, but having a human hand touch him instead of a metal hand, like the armor of Anakin’s hand, gives him a nice and comforting feeling. His tail swishes around more the more Omega keeps playing with his fur, moving to the even fluffier fur on his chest and then down to his belly. Rex can’t help but flop onto his back, hind leg kicking around a little as Omega giggles and rubs the fur for a few minutes. Damn his wolf instincts. He can hear Hunter, Crosshair and 99 chuckling softly in the background. Rex would be feeling nervous and self conscious right now, but knowing that Omega is happy makes him feel better about him being what he has become.

After a little longer, Omega stops and Rex accidentally lets out a small whine at the loss of affection and the feel of his fur being played with. Rex sits up and smiles kindly at her, making her smile right back at him “Thank you, Rex. Your fur is as soft and fluffy as it looks.” Omega says as she gives him a hug, which is returned after Rex’s moment of surprise passes. He gently cuddles her, making sure not to hurt her. “You’re welcome, Kiddo. I always make sure to take very good care of it.” Omega smiles widely at Rex, warming his heart. “Uncle Rex!!!” Rex turns to see Waxer, Boil and Numa come in. The little teacup comes hopping up to Rex, making the large werewolf smile and, using the gentlest and most careful touch, he picks her up and cradles her in his hand. Omega smiles as the little teacup seems to notice her, and her eyes widen. She gets a wide smile. “Is this Shiny?”

Rex and the other adults let out a chuckle as Rex smiles, then Boil flies over.. “No, no. That's not Shiny, this is Omega, she’s a kid, not an adult.” Rex then looks at Omega. “Numa was a baby when… this happened, so she's never seen a human before, and Waxer and Boil have been waiting to make sure Shiny is safe, before introducing her.” Omega nods. “Oh, okay. Hi, Numa. I’m Omega!!” Numa smiles. “I’m Numa!! I’ve never met a human before.” Omega chuckles softly. “Well, I’ve never met a talking teacup before, so this is new for both of us.” Numa and Omega smile at each other, and everyone else instantly knows that the two are going to be good friends. Numa then looks up at Rex, then back at Omega. “So you’ve met my Uncle Rex! He’s the best, he is so soft and fluffy!!” Omega chuckles as Rex gets an embarrassed expression, Omega smiles. “Yeah, he is. He let me pet him.” Rex chuckles as he sets Numa down.

“So, what did you two come in here for, Waxer?” Waxer sighs, as Boil growls. “I thought it was time Numa met Shiny, but my twin here thinks differently.” Boil glares at the mop. “Because she’s dangerous, remember what her father did to Echo!” Rex gives Boil a glare. “Boil, she isn’t like her father, at least, not like that. She wouldn’t hurt anyone unless they tried to hurt her, or her family.” Waxer turns to Rex. “Thank you, Rex. You can’t hold grudges for your whole life, Boil, especially when this woman has done nothing to harm you, or anyone else.” Boil sighs as Numa smiles widely. “Yeah!! I wanna meet her.” “Want to meet who?” They all turn to see you walk in, followed by Stutter and Hardcase. You freeze when you see the three new objects in the room. “Oh, hello.” You give them a little wave, but the frying pan turns away, giving you the cold shoulder. “Uncle Boil, don’t be rude.” The little teacup gives the frying pan a menacing glare that only comes off as absolutely adorable. You have to cover your mouth to keep from laughing.

Stutter feels a little nervous when he makes eye contact with her. Not having a face makes it difficult for others to know how or what he’s feeling, but from his point of view, he can still make eye contact, despite not having actual eyes. Hardcase, who is floating right next to him, can feel Stutter’s nervous energy, practically radiating off of him. “Hey! You must be Omega!! I’m Hardcase, and the tiny paintbrush is Stutter, don’t mind him, he’s shy.” Omega nods and smiles sweetly at Stutter. “It’s okay, Stutter. You don’t have to be afraid, I know how it is to be around new people, about how it can feel quite intimidating at first, but everyone seems very nice here so I'll be sure to return the same amount of kindness.”

Stutter perks up, wishing that Omega could see his smile. “Hi-i Ome-mega, it's nice to m-meet you. I-I am smiling, e-even though yo-you can’t s-s-see it.” He says after gathering all the confidence he can, laughing a little nervously. Omega notices why he is called Stutter now. She smiles kindly but doesn’t say anything about it. Stutter then feels worried again. “Y-You don’t mind m-my s-stutter do y-you?” He asks and Omega shakes her head. “Of course I don’t, if you can’t help it then it’s not your fault, so don’t worry at all, Stutter.” Stutter perks up and then floats over to the dining table and sets himself down.

The teacup then turns to you and hops over. “Hiya, I’m Numa, you must be Shiny.” You smile. “That's right, It’s very nice to meet you!” Numa turns to Rex. “She’s really nice, Uncle Rex!” Rex smiles, then you let out a chuckle. “Uncle Rex?” Rex rolls his eyes, then you see a mop fly over. “Hey, I’m Waxer, Numa’s father. And the one ignoring you, and being rude is Boil.” You chuckle softly. “It’s nice to meet you, Waxer. And Even though he’s ignoring me, I’m sure it’ll be a pleasure to meet Boil as well, besides, I’m sure he’s not half as stubborn as Rex here.” “You’d be surprised.” Numa whispers under her breath, but Rex for sure hears it. “Hey, is that anyway to speak about your Uncle Rex.” Rex scoops her up carefully and starts nuzzling her gently, making Numa giggle. “Stop, that tickles.”

You watch the interaction, it definitely warms your heart to see how good Rex is with his niece. Then you look over at Omega. “Omega, how are you feeling, Sweetie?” Omega smiles softly. “I’m good, but I’m starving.” “Oh right! Food, that's what we came here for.” 99 flies up, wishing he could facepalm. You smile. “We better get you fed then, any ideas on what you would like to eat?” Omega shrugs. “Me and my parents usually have toast for breakfast.” You struggle to bring a smile to your face, you have been in her shoes during long winters when the food ran out, and you and your father didn’t have much money. “Well, you know, Rex’s favorite food is strawberries and waffles, I’m sure you’ll like it.” Omega smiles. “Sure, I’m not picky.” you nod. “Okay, I’ll go ask Gregor about it.” You quickly walk into the kitchen, leaving the others behind to talk amongst themselves.

You look around the kitchen to see a few objects flying around, preparing for lunch. You can’t seem to see Gregor, but then you see Echo and Fives talking to a knife, fork and spoon. “Hey guys. Good to see you, and I see some new faces.” You say to them, making the twins chuckle and the cutlery. You are confused for a moment, but then you realize why that would have been stupid to say, because-- “Oh, ahah, I guess I can’t really say faces, seeming as you three don’t have one.” They all nod, then Fives speaks up. “Yeah, these three are our cousins, but we consider each other as best friends. The fork is Hevy, the knife is Cutup and the spoon is Droidbait. They are triplets.”

They all say hello and you smile at them before turning back to Fives. “Is Gregor in here?” He nods “Yeah, he’s around somewhere. Why, you hungry?” You shake your head and smile. “No, I’m okay. It’s for Omega, the girl from last night.” Fives and Echo’s eyes widen, and you are pretty sure that the other three’s are as well. “Is she okay?” You frown when Echo asks that “Hopefully she will be.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fives asks with a concerned look. You look towards the door and back again. “Well, she and her parents were attacked by some bad men, so she is pretty beaten up.” Echo and Fives’ eyes widen, and they both get angry looks as the triplets gasp. “ That's disgusting! How old is she?” Echo asks, making You sigh. “I’m not sure, but she’s pretty young.” Fives shakes his head as heavy sighs. “That's not right, at all.” you shake your head. “No, it isn’t. So we just have to be gentle with her.” They all nod, then you see the very oven mitt you are looking for fly in. “Gregor!” Gregor turns to you and chuckles. “Hey, Shiny. You here for seconds?” You chuckle and shake your head. “No, that young girl from last night, Omega, is hungry, think you could make her some waffles and strawberries?” Gregor gives you a smile. “Of course, anything for the young dear.” you smile and watch Gregor get back to work, making waffles for the young girl outside.

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Omega sits and talks to Numa about everything as Rex talks with 99, Hunter and Crosshair. He’s curious about the small girl, and what had happened to her. “She seems sweet, I wonder why anyone would have wanted to hurt her.” Rex whispers quietly, making 99 and Hunter droop a bit as Crosshair gets a sad look. “Who knows? Maybe they wanted money, and since the poor dear’s family was poor, they got angry. It could be anything.” 99 tells him, making Rex sigh. He hopes that her parents survived, he really does.

Rex knows what it’s like to lose parents at a young age, and it is the worst feeling in the world. “We’ll have to go search for them, but… I don’t think they are going to be alive, no matter how much we’d like them too.” They all nod. “Yeah, with what those monsters did to a little girl, what would they have done to her parents?” Hunter says angrily, as he looks over at Omega as she plays with Numa, he wishes he could smile as she turns to all of them, and waves happily. Rex and Crosshair, being the only ones with arms, wave back as she goes back to playing.

“What do we do if her parents are… you know?” Crosshair asks, and Rex sighs. “She will be staying here, of course. Knowing our family, someone will adopt her.” Rex chuckles softly as he says this, but Hunter just hums, deep in thought. He doesn’t know why, but he feels something for Omega, almost like protectiveness. But he’s not sure what it means yet. 99 can feel himself smile, he can tell that Hunter feels something for Omega.

You then walk out carrying a plate with waffles and strawberries, covered in syrup. “Here you go Omega, Gregor cooked this for you.” Omega smiles as she sits down at the table and the food is set in front of her, she starts digging in, absolutely starving. You and Rex both smile, then she looks up and swallows her food. “Thank you!” Rex chuckles as 99, Hunter and Crosshair come over. “Of course, we couldn’t let you starve, now could we.” Rex tells her, and Omega nods as she starts eating again, for the first time in her short life, she feels full and warm.

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