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lame

10.

you’re both so lame

Bakugou Katsuki was roughly 16 when he realized the stakes to be the best, the top, the number one hero. It was more than having a strong quirk, physical strength, keen observational skills, smarts, or being brave – it was all these things he realized that he lacked something more. He realized that you had to have heart, compassion, something he sorely lacked.

After all, what good is a hero working for himself and not for others?

Failing his Provisional License Exam made him realize that, putting up with shitty Half-and-Half.

He could be the hero he wanted to be, but that'd put him in leagues of Endeavor, and there was no way he wanted to wind up as shitty as that old fart.

He was lacking, but he just didn't know where. No, he knew where he lacked but just didn't know how to consider them.

He wanted to be more, bigger - become a better version of himself.

Considering his shitty self, however, that seemed like a laughable and farfetched idea.

“Are you stupid or something?”

He looked up at the figure who stopped in front of him under the pouring rain, meeting your gaze - surprised, annoyed, angry, and worried, all at once. Too lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t realized that it had rained and that he was soaking.

Grabbing his hand, you forced him to his feet. “Come on, get under here.” Once under the umbrella, you practically shove it in his hand, letting him hold because he was taller. Slipping your bag in front of you, you rummaged through your things for a handkerchief. Once finding it, you wiped his wet face, grumbling under your breath. “Seriously, if you want to be number one, we can’t have you getting sick on me.”

At the sound of your voice, your mothering, he slowly came to. “Sorry,” was the most intelligent thing he could think of saying to you. Going back on your words, he found his voice again. "you remembered."

Rolling your eyes, you poked between his brows. "How could I not? It was all you could talk about." Shaking your head, now that his face was dry, you began to walk, he followed. “So, where’re ya headed?”

“Home.”

“Really? School break?”

It still surprises him at how easy it is to speak to you now, even after everything. And he means everything. It amazes him how natural it was to talk to you, how at ease he feels.

“Something like that.”

Humming, the two of you make your way through the wet road, waiting by the crosswalk as cars pass by, the light overhead blaring red. “Well, you’re lucky I’m heading home. I’ll just drop you off first, okay?”

Once the light blinks green, the two of you began to walk with the crowd.

Shrugging, he adjusts his hold on the umbrella, slipping his free hand into his pocket. “Yeah, alright.”

You said nothing else, and walked on, the falling rain filling in the noise.

In turn, Bakugou had little else to say with his mind riddled with his thoughts filled with insecurities and fears regarding the path he wants for himself.

At 16, he realized now how quirks were nothing more than an added bonus, they could either make or break you, depending on its usage. Like you said in middle school, there’ll always be other quirks better than yours, and nobody would give a damn about how you well you did in junior high when you get to the real world. UA was such an eye-opener. That, and you and Deku.

Now, as he turned to you, watching you hum a tune under your breath as you skipped happily on the wet ground, carmine eyes softened as he realized just how much he wanted to be someone’s hero.

“For what it’s worth…I’m working my way to the top.”

Blinking, you turned to face him, the corners of your lips lifting. “Yeah?”

Nodding, he regarded you in kind regards, feeling the darkness seep away just by the curve of your lips, the warmth in your eyes. “Had a few speed bumps to get through, first.”

“And how’s that working out for you?”

Exhaling, sharply, he tilts a bit, careful to not bring the umbrella with him lest he gets you wet. “…exhausting, but no way am I fucking giving in that easy.”

“Glad to hear that then.”

At 16, he remembered that one thing he wished for the moment he got his quirk, the one person who mattered the most to him, the other person who helped propel him to the top, he finally remembered what he had to do.

Finally smiling, the best he could do anyway, you rolled your eyes at him, playfully punching his chest. “There’s the fucker, I know.”

Being friends with someone like Midoriya Izuku is both a blessing and a curse – one, you have this sweet cinnamon roll, whose life goal was to be the best hero at his own pace whilst ensuring that people are safe and sound; then, there’s the fact that he’s disturbingly perceptive and dangerously analytical. For short, he can read you like a book.

Since you were younger, Izuku knew of your crush on Bakugou.

He was actually rooting for both of you to end up together, which was only solidified during the ‘proposal’. Dear God, that was so long ago!

Even when the blond boy turned out to be a shithead, lording over with his overgrown pride, Izuku was there to assure you that your crush is valid and that there's almost something good underneath Kacchan's pride.

One Valentine’s day, sophomore year of middle school to be exact, with some push from your green-haired best friend, you were planning on giving Bakugou Katsuki Valentine’s chocolates. The idea intimidated you to no end, but it was a step. Your mother had helped you make them, all while teasing you throughout the process. Your dad had cried the whole time, whilst your grandparents drank tea to the tune of his wails.

You had given some pieces to Izuku, who enjoyed them much to your relief. So now, the only problem was actually giving them to the blond boy.

“B-Bakugou-kun!” a girly voiced called out, startled, you hid, back against the wall. “I-I made you chocolates! T-These are for you!”

It didn't help that you were not the only one who harbored a crush on him, in fact, half the population liked him, you had a lot of competition. Izuku would say that you had a leg against the rest, just because you were childhood friends. (To which you'd roll your eyes on because it was so fucking cliche)

"HAH?"

"Um, um...I was hoping to give them to you! A-Also, I-I...like you! Please go out with me-"

"Like I'd go out with an extra like you," he cuts her off harshly, sadistically. "none of you are fit for someone like me." There was a whimper, followed by a dark chuckle. "And you have the gall to actually hand me these? You must be outta your mind. Double, if you think I'd ever want to be found dating an extra like you."

Though they weren't directed at you, every word said sent a painful jab to your heart, loosening the grip on your chocolates.

You should have known better that Bakugou wasn’t one for Valentine's Day, he’d either snub the gifts, burst them to bits, or pass them to his ‘friends’. Today was no different. Braving a look, you saw as he harshly took the chocolate off the girl's hands and blew them to bits, his 'friends' laughing behind him while the girl stared in horror before running off crying.

Had that been you, it could've been worst.

Bakugou Katsuki could care less about feelings or liking someone, he cared for nothing but himself.

So, instead, you gave them to Izuku, meaning he got two chocolates for Valentine’s Day.

"EH!? (Nickname), what happened!?" seeing the look in your eyes, Izuku was by your side.

“Sorry, Izuku, I couldn’t do it.” you murmur, defeatedly.

“Couldn’t or wouldn’t?”

You could only exhale, limply leaning against him. Still worried, he wraps an around your shoulders, squeezing comfortably. Seeing the chocolate in your best friend's hands, you felt the burn in your eyes, the squeeze in your chest, remembering all that time you spent working on it only to go to waste. In a way, it was metaphorically like dealing with your feelings, this stupid one-sided crush.

“Honestly? I’m tired of this stupid crush.”

Numbness washed over you, crawling over your nerves.

Seeing the weariness in your eyes, Izuku relents his words and works on a smile. “I-I’ll give you double for White Day!”

Smiling weakly, you replied. “Thanks, Izuku, I look forward to it.”

(Unbeknownst to the both of you, a blond teen listened in, hands balled into fists, sparks going off, before stomping away angrily.)

“Um, Aizawa-sensei, is there a reason why we’re doing night classes?”

Lazily glancing at Jirou, seeing her in gear like the rest of her classmates, who seemed tired and confused for being in the gym at 09:06 in the evening.

“Since you’ll be heroes soon, you have to keep in mind that you work around the clock. Meaning, there’s a chance that you’re more likely to work day shifts or night shifts.” His students shifted, reacting to his words.

“Well, that’s true.” Satou nods, arms crossed against his massive chest.

“Well, I work better at night, since I love to sleep in~” Kaminari says, grinning ear to ear.

“Tokoyami-chan, wouldn't you be better suited for the night?” Asui asked Tokoyami, who nodded once.

“Yes, as Dark Shadow and I have been making progress.”

“That being said, we’re only doing these night classes at random, to properly prepare yourselves. With that in mind, I’ve called for help with these classes.”

The class gasped in unison, half were excited, half were in awe. After all, it’s not every day you get outside help. Who knows who they'll meet?

As if being summoned, two figures appeared from the shadows, both sporting ninja-like costumes and donning masks - a sly kitsune on the small female, and a stoic angry-looking fox on the tall male. Together, the two bowed - holding their fists in their palms - at Aizawa, then at the class.

Standing straight, they began to take off their masks, lowering their hoods.

Midoriya and Bakugou gasped, immediately recognizing the two whose eyes glinting a dangerous yellow.

“They are from the Yoruichi dojo, they’re trained and proficient in combat, especially at night. We'll be under their care.”

“E-EH?”

"Hold up!"

“Isn’t that Midoriya and Bakugou’s childhood friend?”

You waved a two-fingered salute, rather nonchalantly. “Yo!”

“(Nickname)!” Izuku called to you, excitedly, his shock wearing off.

“What are you doing here?” Bakugou shouted, still in shock.

Tutting you folded your arms against your chest, fixing a dull look towards your childhood friends. “Weren’t you listening? Or were your explosions too loud that you’ve gone deaf?” those words were specifically directed towards Bakugou, who yelled incoherent words at you. Turning your head away, avoiding his yells, you stuck your tongue out childishly.

Beside you, your grandfather stoically took in the group before him, before his eyes fell on green and blond. “So, this is the two of you donning your heroics? Not too shabby.” Says your grandfather, the two boys stood straighter, much to the shock of their classmates, especially for Bakugou.

“Shihan!” Bakugou and Midoriya say in unison.

“Ah, the two of them straightened up!”

“Even Bakugou!”

“Just who is this old man?”

"He's the head of the Yuroichi clan," Aizawa said, hands still in his pocket. "a retired underground hero who's trained countless heroes, mastered the art of stealth and even earned the respect of several Yakuza clans for his many feats. He is simply called Shihan." Scratching at his cheek, he added. "Even I trained under him."

"That's an impressive track record," remarked Yaoyorozu, Todoroki nods beside her. "Countless heroes have been under his wing, he must be that impressive."

"Y-Yakuza clans!?" shrieked Urakaka.

"An experienced underground hero to help us further enhance our skills, as expected of UA!" Iida praised, hands moving animatedly, his classmates were careful not to get hit by them.

"He even trained Aizawa-sensei, that's so cool!" Kirishima comments, fists bumping producing a satisfying 'clack' sound.

“But, 'Shihan'? Isn’t that just a title?” Mashirao asked, confused. Beside him, Mezuo shrugged.

“Well, you get to know his name only if you’ve rightfully earned it.” You tell them, dangling against the banister, legs swinging.

...

“What the hell?”

“When did she get there!?”

Giggling, you drop to the ground soundlessly, landing next to Izuku to hug his arm. Shooting the blond a look, you playfully kicked his boots.

"(N-Nickname)!"

“Granddaughter,” called your old man, arms folded behind his back. “get over here.”

“Yes~” taking a step back from your friends, you flipped backward to your grandfather, landing easily into a seating pose, yellow eyes alight with mischief.

“W-Wait, sensei, you said that we’d have to train against them right?”

“Correct. The Yuroichi clan is the best martial artist you’ll find, but you won’t hear squat of them in the real world because of how good they keep their façade.” At that, you winked at your (still) gaping best friends. “That being said, within this class, you’ll see exactly how you’ll fare in the real world especially at night.”

Impassively staring out, your grandfather continued to stare down at the students of Class 2-A, his yellow eyes gleaning on each one of them whilst you rocked in place beside him.

“You may have had your work studies, internship, and last year's fiasco cut out for you, but that's still a fraction of what's to be expected of you as heroes." Some of the group fell silent at the mention of their freshmen year, a lot of things happened to them that forced them all to grow up too fast.

"Yuroichi,” Aizawa turns to you - cutting everyone's thought process, bringing them to now, you blink. “you can start out by picking the person you’d like to go against.”

Humming, you gave the class a good look, yellow eyes dancing from person to person. Izuku's detailed analysis flowed in your head, regarding each of his classmates.

Eventually, you chose Ochako, because you had been told that she’s one of the best combatants in class. Also, she had a rather interesting quirk you'd like to see with up close.

"I won't go easy on you, (Name)-chan!" the brunette says to you, fists clenched against her chest.

Nodding, the two of you walk forward to the mat, Class 2-A stood in line to watch from the side.

“Good luck, Ochako-chan! Gero~”

"Ochako-chan, let's go!!!"

“Go kick some butt, Uraraka!”

“This’ll be good! Some girl on girl action!” someone said, which was met with an angry bark and explosion soon after.

“Take your position,” says Aizawa. “everyone, keep your eyes on the two.” Lifting his hands in the air, readying. “Begin.”

Just as his hands slapped against each other, the slap resounding throughout the gym, you had Ochako pinned down to the ground, both her palms open and outstretched away from each other.

“What!?”

“What the hell?”

“She’s too fast!”

From his spot, your grandfather scoffed angrily, unimpressed. "Granddaughter, don't show off."

Smiling cheekily, you released the brunette and walked back to your position. "Yes, yes. Sorry~" came your breezy reply, to which he rolled his eyes at. Turning to Ochako, you offered a peace sign in apology. Rolling her shoulders, her eyes remained wide in confusion at how fast it all went down.

Aizawa, unfazed by how fast things were going, stood idle. "Alright, we'll try again. This time, play fair." He says to you, mostly. Eyes flashing red in warning, causing chills to run down your spine, your expression sours a bit.

This time though, as you both circled the training mat and settled into positions, you took a deep inhale, eyes closing. As you exhaled, your eyes slowly peeled open and revealed (e/c), much to the confusion of many - save for your grandfather, Aizawa, and your best friends.

"Begin."

Ochako struck first, coming at you with her hands open to take you down, but you managed to dodge easily in time, rolling on her back to land on your feet. Striking for her head, she easily deflected your attack and grabbed your arm. Anticipating this, you twisted your whole body, causing her to lose balance and trip.

"Uwa!"

"That was so cool!"

"GO KICK HER ASS, URARAKA!"

While the class cheered, as the fight went on, two boys were especially keyed on the fight between the two females, taking note of your eyes.

Surging towards you, trying to get at you again, you stood your ground and waited. When she was within reach, you easily slipped your arm in hers and twirled around, as though you were doing the rodeo, and tossed her. Disoriented, she quickly got back to her wits, throwing punches your way, which you parried off quickly. And with your attacks, she easily dispatched your chances.

It was a rather even match.

"Wow, they're amazing..." commented Sato under his breath.

"I keep forgetting how good Uraraka is in terms of close combat." Sero seconds, just as Ochako aptly deflects your kicks.

"Yeah, but have you seen Yuroichi?" Throughout the fight, you ensured to knock away Ochako's hands - removing all chances of her using her quirk, cutting all her openings, and slipping through her defenses. "Damn, since's good."

Ochako grabbed hold of your arm, and you let her. Feeling weightless a playful smile plasters on your lips, much to her confusion, before you grabbed at her arms, throwing yourself back and using gravity to your advantage, maneuvering with her weight until you kicked her by the backs of her knees. Once again, the brunette found herself pinned to the ground. "And, dead."

"Alright, Yoruichi wins."

A series of cheers echoed behind you.

Grinning, you got off Ochako - who immediately released her quirk, and helped her up. "Thanks for the fight, Ochako~"

Despite being bruised all over, she mirrors your grin. "My pleasure, (Name)-chan! You're so cool!"

"Not as cool as you were!" you swayed a little, finding your footing. "Man, your quirk is no joke."

"Now, can anyone tell me what happened?" Aizawa turned to the class expectantly.

For a moment, there was silence, before Sero spoke up.

"Um, Yuroichi moved too fast?"

"And?"

"She...well, she shifted her fighting style time to time." Mashirao added, his tail noticeable shaking excitedly.

"Oh yeah! That!" Kirishima blinked, like he had a light bulb moment, hammering a fist into his open palm. "It's like one of those characters in those fighting games!" Ashido, Sero, and Kaminari nodding in agreement.

"And because of Uraraka's fighting style, she had to be the antithesis of her to catch her off-guard." Todoroki supplemented.

Aizawa nodded - save for Kirishima's comment, at every comment. "Anything else to add?"

"She was studying Uraraka," muttered Katsuki, arms crossed against his chest. "from the moment she chose her to the moment she stepped in the mat."

"Also, with her quirk allowed her to predict exactly how she'll attack." Izuku seconds in, remembering your eyes flashing quickly from (e/c) to yellow. "However, she only used it when it suited her."

Narrowing your eyes at your childhood friends, you called out. "Hey, that's cheating! The two of you know too much!"

"No, that's true." Aizawa pointedly ignores your complaints, nodding at the two.

Grumbling under your breath, Ochako could only give you a laugh before handing you a towel. Nodding in thanks, you dropped to the ground, sitting.

"Alright, so now, you've just paid witness to what you're up against. Next, we're going to test the rest of you. Shihan," Aizawa turned to your grandfather "I believe you've made a decision?"

Your grandfather grunted. "Yes." he nods, turning to the shorter man, shoulders relaxing. "Standard Rabbit Hole exercise."

Pursuing your lips at your grandfather's words, eyes widening slightly, you hummed afterward. "Heh, okay~"

"What does that mean?" a confused Asui asked, poking at her cheek. "Gero?"

"I believe it's an exercise where a whole group is to capture one chosen person. It's a common stealth exercise that the military uses." Yaoyoruzu explained kindly.

"You heard him, your objective is to capture Yuroichi."

Half the class blinked in disbelief, eyes wide like saucers.

"Wait, all of us?"

"All of you." Shihan confirmed with a small smirk, one that sent chills down the students' spines. Aizawa mirrors his mentor's smirk, albeit it was a smaller and softer-looking one.

"The person to catch her gets a free lunch stub for a week."

Mirroring your grandfather's smirk, you hopped to your feet. "Well, this'll be fun."

When you were younger and when your quirk first started to appear, it was rather unpleasant. Because first of all, you had your first period. You honestly thought you were going to die then and there had your mom and grandmother not been there to guide you. Second, straight after your period, you were overwhelmed by senses you started feeling - smell, sight, hearing, taste. It was all too much that you puked, nearly passing out on the spot.

It took you a while to get used to it, scared shitless at how much you could feel and sense things, and especially how more alert you these were happening at night.

At the time, Izuku was wildly concerned about how you've been losing sleep. You didn't have the heart to tell him about your quirk just yet, fearful of the power you had and how alienated Izuku would feel.

You were ever grateful to have such an amazing family to walk you through your quirk, the family's secretive history, and being a hero in your own way.

Since you were younger, you had joked that your family might have been descendants to ninjas, something your grandfather had yet to confirm or not. (Judging his dealings with Yakuza, you'd bet it was true)

Training hadn't been easy over the years since you were expected to master a great deal of martial arts. Some years later, you were forced to go through rigorous training to heighten your senses, learning when to turn them on or off. From your grandmother, you had learned to preserve energy and make use of them any time during day time, just remembering its drawback.

Quirks were always an added bonus, something that just made you special than the average man. Yet, quirks don't make you.

You learned that from your two best friends - Izuku, quirkless at birth, but proved that even without a quirk, you could still be a hero; and then Bakugou, though was gifted with an amazing quirk, if you had a shitty attitude, you were basically nothing without it.

Yellow eyes gleamed under the light, a glint of mischief playing through that mirrored the mask in your hand.

At the age of 14, you finally mastered your senses, allowing them to come on its full potential once it was dusk. Per family tradition, you were given a mask - one that helped protect you and leave enemies unaware of you using your quirk.

Now, at 17, you were seeing your quirk - quirks, as a whole - with a new set of eyes.

Donning the mask on, a loud blaring alarm rang out, signifying the start of the exercise.

The fox was ready to play.

20 against 1 should be an intimidating feat, but you, it felt strangely exciting. That, or maybe it was the warrior in you. These kinds of things were exciting in a way. This play of cat and mouse - well, rabbit, the thrill of the chase, stealth, saboteur, ambush - you could feel your blood tingle in glee.

The object was simple: one of the twenty students had to find and capture you. Should be easy, considering they had really strong quirks and experience you sorely lacked.

But as a Yuroichi, you were always taught never to underestimate your enemy and to always make use of your environment as much as you should use your quirk, they always helped to your advantage.

5 minutes in and you were caught in what seemed to be a crossfire of students, all deadset on capturing you - for their grade or that week's worth of free lunch. Frankly, having everyone come at you all at once was adorable, yet, it was rather fool-hardy.

It made them all the more reckless.

Grunting, you felt the echolocation sound back to you, giving you an idea of the area around you and the number of students in the way. Mapping your way, you avoided grabbing hands (appendages, tapes, and acid, oh my), hopping from one's shoulder to one's head, until your foot met the wall. Kicking yourself off, you were sent back, hands grabbing a ledge before using your weight to drop the ladder a few inches.

Hanging upside down, you lazily eyed the two heroes before you who individually kinda reminded you of grapes and banana.

"We got her!"

"That lunch is mine!"

Carefully coursing through the two, whisking through the grape boy’s balls, until you were in front of them, hands moved at lightning speed striking their abdomen, sides, and inner biceps, leaving them paralyzed and down.

"I-I can't move...?" Satou flexed his fingers but to no avail.

"GAH! Bested!" Mineta's balls fall to the ground, no longer sticking and rolling off like a ball.

Sensing someone behind you, you threw yourself forward, ice barely kissing the tips of your sandaled feet, barreling on the ground before crouching.

"Mineta, Satou! Are you okay?"

"How and why are you down?"

"S-She did something to us...!"

Mismatched eyes watched you coolly, you didn't let up, stance readying.

You felt a rush of lighting behind you, followed by iron-clad soles hopping wall to wall. Seeing the mismatched teen's shifted posture, you smirked beneath your mask. Just as hands touched your head, you grabbed hold of his wrist, striking your knuckled index finger on his arms, before tossing him to the mismatched teen, his eyes widening at the incoming body.

"(NAME)!" an explosion sounded off.

As smoke filled the area, you stilled a moment, grunting lowly before turning on your heel and rushing the opposite direction. Hopping off the ground, you leaped building to building, not stopping once even as heroes followed after your trail.

Turning on your heel, eyeing the remaining heroes, you gave a two-fingered salute before falling backward. In midair, you twirled around, dodging an incoming combo move by Ochako and Sero, using the latter's body to cushion your fall, Ochako knocked out next to him.

Suddenly, you found yourself in some open area, with the remaining class surrounding you. Beneath the mask, you were smiling - almost madly, like the fox.

Easing into a stance, you all but raised a hand, flexing your index forward as if to say, 'come at me'.

And then it all came in a blur.

Attacks came left and right, but you were in tune with your senses enough to avoid each hit that came. You moved like water, fluidly, unyielding, splashing coolly on to the other even though the hit wasn't yours.

With your whimsical and unpredictable fighting style, it made it difficult for the class to know how you'd approach each of them, using their confusion to your advantage. Moves quick as lightning struck through through the bodies, but not enough to kill just enough to bruise and leave a mark. Adrenaline spiked through your veins, making you feel alive as your body danced with quick, harried moves. Not a single wasted hit. Carefully dodged attacks. Perfectly executed moves.

You were listening. Listening to everything, commanded only by your drive to fight. It was in the family and your blood was singing with every move. Hearing. Reacting. As your grandfather had said, you had to be one with the creatures and dance the night away.

Despite being unable to use his other arm, Izuku readily deflected your attacks with Black Whip working on trying to catch you off your feet. What he forgot was how much you knew him, how much you had helped him with his Shoot Style, and just how much you had predicted his actions. Letting Black Whip capture you, you allowed yourself to be swung around. Reaching Izuku, you took advantage of the proximity and wrapped your legs around his torso, thumb, and index finger pressed together jabbed at his elbows. For extra measure, you pressed at his inner arms.

Swinging your form back, yellow eyes fell on mint and blond who were fast approaching, hopping off your now paralyzed best friend.

A great leap over, you appeared between the two powerhouses. Grabbing their wrists, you forcefully tugged, switching sides and throwing them off, before kicking down to their ankles up to their torsos. Angered, Katsuki lifted a hand, to blast you away. Apparently, Todoroki thought of the same thing. Thankfully you ducked in time, but not enough time for the boys to realize their actions, and a loud explosion sounded off. The two were incapacitated from the blast meter...and anyone caught near it.

You landed soundlessly in front of them all, a few scratches on your costume but your fox mask still smiling.

Thirty minutes later, twenty students were down, half were paralyzed, unable to move their limbs, and had to be helped up by a fellow classmate, and half had bruises on their bodies. A smirking Shihan greeted them, next to an impassive Aizawa, eyes glinting with a strange glee.

"All twenty of you failed to capture Yuroichi," it was a simple statement, but man did it hurt their ego. First day of sophomore year and already they failed. "I'm not going to mince on you one by one, we can do that tomorrow. For now, tell me where you went wrong."

Grunting, the group looked at each other before it was Jiro who spoke first. "W-We were caught off guard...?"

"Correct."

"Yuroichi was too skilled." Mezo added, holding on to one of his arms.

"That's debatable, as you all should be, too, considering what you've been through in your first year. Anything else?"

Whilst the class were discussing amongst themselves, you walked towards your grandfather, his eyes regarding you with a soft, praising mien. He didn't say it, but the look in his eyes was the highest form of praise you'll get from him. Also, he handed you a bottle of water. Gleefully, you took off your mask, grinning toothily to your old man. Rolling his eyes, he ruffled at your sweaty hair.

"She fought dirty," came Katsuki's loud statement, glaring daggers at your smiling form, a bottle of water halfway through your mouth. You offered a peace sign, chugging at your drink greedily. "she's well-adept in close-ranged combat, especially because she knows all forms of martial arts and used it to her advantage and throw the lot of us off."

Izuku turned to his friend, eyes shining, as though he took his analysis right off his head.

"Furthermore, she used the situation to her advantage." Tokoyami's voice was loud and clear, Dark Shadow - a little worst for wear, nodded beside him.

"Explain."

"She's well acquainted with the night, similar to my quirk, to which she uses her full potential and take us out whilst we are unaware of her capabilities as a fighter."

"A bit of stretch, but more or less right on the money." says your grandfather, nodding at Tokoyami. "Though, a few of you did give her a run for her money."

About to protest, you recalled Todoroki's ice, Katsuki's forwardness, Izuku's many quirks with One for All, and even Hagakure and Uraraka's teamwork, shoulders shrugging as you nodded once.

"It just goes to show that some of you may have underestimated Yoruichi for the mere fact that she has a latent quirk, too bad. Lest you all forget what happened when you all dealt with Togata Mirio last year?"

Your ears perked at that, remembering Izuku talking a mile about this amazing senior of his.

"Just because someone lacks in one aspect, doesn't mean they can't compensate elsewhere. Today's exercise shows that some of you are still leagues away from fully realizing that, and some of you are yet to be a testament of being more than your quirks. You all failed today. But make no mistake, there'll be brighter days to come. Or evening."

Aizawa's roundabout way of comfort did its job, easing the moods of his students. It was easy to find how he's such an amazing father figure to the class and yourself.

"Yuroichi-san, you were so cool!"

"Ne, ne, can you tell us more of your quirk?"

“More importantly, what the hell did you do?”

"You're seriously like that one character in those video games!"

"Can you do other stuff, too?"

Suddenly, the class was on you, questions were thrown left and right - it was making you a bit dizzy. Despite their injuries, they never looked so alive. You take a cautionary step back.

“Yes, please! (Nickname), please tell us!” Izuku asked eyes lit with life, his fingers making writing gestures.

“Yeah, Mineta and Satou were fine moments ago, then they’re not!”

"Hey, don't forget about Aoyama and Kaminari!"

"Tokoyami, too! I thought they'd be toe-to-toe at least."

"Oi, give her some fucking room to breath, stupid extras!" yelled Bakugou, hands sparking in warning.

Finishing your drink, you smiled at your explosive friend in thanks. "Well, my quirk's called 'The Night One', which means that I have the senses and abilities of nocturnal animals." Some nod at that, some try to digest the information. Giggling, you continue. "It basically means that I can see like an owl, hear like a bat, move like a cat, smell like a raccoon, and the like. It's major drawback though is that I get really sleepy in the morning and dehydrated."

"Why dehydrated?"

"Well, nocturnal animals are known to move better because there's no sun and it's easier for water balance to keep the body going. In the morning, all my water reserve's used up and I constantly have to keep myself hydrated to move."

"That makes sense," comments Mezuo, Koda nodding next to him.

Somewhere, Kaminari's and Ashido's head were spinning from the mini-Biology session.

“And as for what I did to some of you lot, it’s called ‘Chi-blocking’,” you explained simply, earning mix reactions – some were intrigued, some were confused, and some seemed perplexed. “In simpler terms, hitting your pressure points." Bringing your hand up, balling them into fists but curling index finger inward exposing the second joint, your thumb then locked in behind it to support the new position. You strike at nothing, just showing how you did what you did. "Which means that by blocking these areas, I’m also blocking out your quirks. After all, my quirk’s not that great, so I’d have to compensate greatly in martial arts.”

“That was a mouthful, foolish girl.”

Rolling your eyes at your grandfather, you flipped back to return to his side.

"She's practically a ninja at this point," nods Mashirao.

"Right, right, right!?" Hagakure says excitedly, jumping up and down.

"Eh, maybe. But again, my quirk's not that impressive."

"Nonsense, your quirk's plenty amazing, (Nickname)!" says your best friend, ever so ready to assure you, eyes bright. "It's perfect for any stealth mission!"

Katsuki nods, shooting you a look. "What Deku said. Don't sell yourself short, (Name)."

Your best friends' words made you smile the most, you duck your head into your scarf-hood to hide a dopey grin. "Dorks."

"Alright, that concludes tonight's lesson. Your classes have been adjusted. Get some rest."

"Ah, geez! Would you look at the time!"

Time check: It was now 02:32 am. To you, that's practically noontime.

“Oh," you say mostly to yourself, catching the attention of your two best friends, who turned to you. "and this might be probably too late to tell you guys now, but I’ve been transferred to UA, specifically in the Heroics Department…specifically in 2-A. Your class.”

Your parents were pro-heroes alright but were good at keeping a low profile and keeping a front. Many of their friends - the Bakugous and Midoriyas, especially, were led to believe that your father worked as an IT specialist while your mother was a customer support supervisor. It was a good alibi, especially considering that they were night shift jobs.

You could understand why your grandfather, parents, and Aizawa-san, chose to remain under the spotlight to save lives. You realize that it was rather half-assed of you to throw away their legacy, despite the fact that they were okay with whatever you wanted to do with your life so long as you were happy.

But you wanted to do more. You wanted to make them proud.

"This was more or less a formal introduction."

Their eyes bulged as your words began to sink in.

"I'll be in your care now~"

“…WHAT!?”

Name: (Name) Yuroichi

Quirk: The Night One | A quirk that grants the user the abilities and skills of every nocturnal creature, heightening their senses, abilities, and more but only at night. Because of its nocturnal nature, the user is rather restless and dehydrated during day time.

Power: 4/5

Speed: 5/5

Technique: 5/5

Intelligence: 4/5

Martial Arts: 10/5

Life at UA was…interesting. Much more interesting than how Izuku put it.

As much as you hated to leave your old school, your club, and your grandfather, you knew that it wouldn’t be fair to just hide away forever. You wanted to make something of yourself, regardless if it meant a shitload of challenges.

Thankfully, you had your best friends to keep you on your toes, making your transition to UA quite smooth.

Oh, and there was also the class, who readily took you in.

You found yourself getting along with Tokoyami, because like you, he worked well at night, and Ojiro, because he was a martial artist like you. Shoji was also an interesting character, as was Todoroki. Koda was someone you adored because he could get all the animals - especially the nocturnal ones you've been so fond of. Mostly, you hung with the boys, never really getting over your boyishness. But, you did enjoy Ochako’s company. And then there was Jirou, whom you shared a similar interest in a certain music genre. Momo made you feel like a cheap peasant, undeserving of her presence and grace. The rest of the girls were too girly for your taste but were nice enough.

Hitoshi - who had been placed in Class 2-B, was someone you'd considered a good friend. After all, you did help train him. He seemed to see you in the same regard. At times, when both of you were free or there'd be joint classes, he'd spar with you.

The struggle though was keeping up, now that you’ve mastered the way to balance out your energy. With enough water intake, you were up and about, allowing you some rest at night. Still, it was difficult to stay awake during classes. Thankfully, your teachers understood and allowed you to sleep in, your classmates – Izuku, mostly – had notes ready for you when you woke up.

After years of public school, you felt rather out of place in a prestigious school such as UA. It had a sort of elitist feel to it, especially since practically everyone was working their way to be a hero. Or a side-kick. Or a something. But, then again, it was just like every high school. You were going to make the most out of it.

“Why’re you still working, anyway? Isn’t your family loaded or something?” Katsuki asked with a frown, fingers wrapped around his drink.

(E/c) eyes narrowed down at the blond.

“What, so I’ll mooch off them like you? Fat chance.”

Summer break finally came, you miraculously survived a semester at UA and were allowed to go home for your short vacation.

But first, you had a shift to cover.

Your two friends decided to tag along since all three of you were going to spend your breaks at Mustafu anyway.

“But didn’t your parents leave you money?” Izuku's bright green eyes turned to you, head tilted slightly.

True. A fat sum of money was left under your name when your parents died, waiting for your perusal.

“Yeah. But I just want to work, yanno?”

Truth was, working was supposed to be a distraction to help you cope with your parents’ death. After all, you had lost your closest confidant - Izuku, busy with One for All, and Bakugou had been a dead fuck at the time, they were all you had. You may have your grandparents, but it was just different when it was your parents who knew you best and all. When they died, a part of you died as well. You were left hollow, numb.

But now, things were...things were great.

"And besides, I donated some cash to my old school, specifically my old club." It kinda hurt to mention your old club, because you really enjoyed your time there and everyone was welcoming and warm (even though some gave you the stink eye because you were your grandfather's granddaughter). "They need it more than I do. I just had to make it Anonymous though."

"I'm sorry you had to leave your old club, (Nickname)."

Waving it off, you replied. "Nah, they'll be fine. Besides, they've always been plenty strong on their own." Humming in though, you shrugged then. "It does suck that it means I won't have to spar much though."

"You spar plenty in UA anyway," Katsuki scoffed, running a hand through his hair. Izuku nods furiously at this.

"You'll give Gunhead a run for this money at this rate!"

Since your transfer you were fast becoming the top (female) combatant in the class - maybe even your whole year! It also included the fact that you've had martial arts awards under your name and a family name as a sort of branding.

"Well, yeah. That, and I don't have to pretend I'm quirkless anymore."

Both your friends reacted to that, mulling at your words. The word 'quirkless' cutting deep for both of them - all three of you, but you're all way past it now considering the path you've all decided to walk on.

"But it is nice to know that I'm free to exercise what I can do to the best of my abilities." You flex out your hands, turn them up, and gazing at your open palm, closing them to a fist.

"That's the spirit, (Nickname)!"

"Just don't let it go to your head."

"What, like you?"

"At least I'm strong."

"Fuck you, I'm plenty strong on my own, too." Turning on your heel, intent on returning to the counter. "Don't forget who beat your ass without having to use their quirk, asshole."

Katsuki sputtered on his drink, its contents flying everything much to your chagrin and joy. You couldn't help snickering.

Izuku could only laugh at you both, hashing out words at each other - words that weren't full of venom of hate, all in good fun, and just full of youthful energy. Somewhere, your manager eyed the two of you worryingly, especially at the language spewing out of your mouths.

The two stayed until the end of your shift, the three of you walking home comfortably under the night sky. Just like old times.

When you participated in your first Sports Festival, it was during a high time when you had mastered using half the energy reserve for the daytime. Coursing through so many obstacles was not an easy feat, especially when it was a hot morning and you were losing water in your system fast. Conserving energy for a nocturnal quirk user was not easy, after all.

Countless water bottles were finished in record time, boosting your system for the remaining games.

It was only during the semi-finals (yes, for some reason you made it that far) that your body finally gave out.

Slowly blinking your eyes open, only for them to snap shut at the bright fluorescent light above you, you groaned weakly. Fabric conditioner, soft pillows, fresh-smelling sheets, - you were at the clinic. The smell was almost too much. There was an aftertaste at the back of your mouth, but couldn't put a name on what it was exactly.

"Did I lose...?" you slurred, body heavy, your mind in a haze.

Trying to recall your fight, a slight frown fixed itself on your face. Everything that happened came out blank, your mind seemingly wanting you to shut down. Then, something soft nudged between your brows, as though to smooth it out. Blinking, you realized that it was someone's thumb. Once the frown eased off, the hand hung there, unsure what to do with it, before tucking strands of wayward hair away from your face.

Slowly, everything came into focus. "Katsuki..."

"That was quite the fight you had there," he comments, voice tight. You hum, things slowly returning to mind.

"He overloaded my senses," you remember, shuddering at the memory. You had been up against a Tech Support student, who was armed with all sorts of knick-knacks. "it was horrible."

"Yeah, it was." He grumbled in response.

The student you were up against armed himself with all sorts of knick-knacks to disarm anyone, and since your quirk gave you finely tuned senses, he thought you were the perfect candidate to test out his latest works. When it happened, small sparks were dangerously coming out of Katsuki's hands. He half-tempted to jump in then and there, but couldn't out of respect for you. Izuku had to hold him back, but even he was frustrated at how one-sided the fight had seemed. The memory of you falling on your knees, senses overstimulated by the Tech student who proudly advertised his knick-knacks to spectating companies, much like Hatsume Mei's a year back, sent him roiling. But then, you had used a tactic he and Izuku never saw you do before, you took off your jacket - to which, Mineta and Kaminari excitedly watched - and wrapped it around your head, leaving you blind. The Tech Support had tried to overstimulate your senses again, but with scaringly fast reflexes, you got to him, beat him to a pulp, and knocked him out for good. "But I'm proud of you for winning that bout."

Turning to your side, you worked on a smile. "Thanks," but did you really win? You did pass out after all. Maybe it ended in a draw? "where's Izuku?" you asked instead, in the end caring very little about your match.

"Probably preparing for his match," he replied, relaxing in his seat. "He's up against Monoma."

Ah, him.

"That would've been interesting to see."

"Like Deku would lose."

"Exactly."

Yawning, you rubbed at your eyes, realizing just how heavy your body feels, how you felt tingly all over.

"How are you feeling?" the concern was thick in his voice.

"Heavy." You reply, nosing your pillow. "Tired. Weak. Irritable? Hungry."

Unable to help himself, he laughs.

At the sound of his laugh, a sleepy smile broke into your face. Reaching out a hand, you took his hand in yours, giving it a small squeeze.

Unsurprisingly, his hand was much larger than yours but ever so gentle and warm to the touch. Much to your surprise, however, his hand was actually softer than it looked - despite having to blow up every goddamn time. Also, it had a sweet scent coming off of it, like burnt sugar. Nitroglycerin sweat.

"'anks for checkin' up on me, for being here..."

As much as he can, Bakugou tried not to implode then and there. His chest though? It was pounding, madly.

So instead, he held your hand tighter.

The next few minutes were filled with a gentle rumble coming from the ongoing fight, both of you were wondering how it went because it's your broccoli boy, some yelling from outside (to which he had half a mind to yell to keep their voices down), their voices softly discussing each other's earlier matches, some pointers, and Bakugou's upcoming fight.

"...Do you know who you're up against?"

"Dunno, don't care."

"Liarrrrrrrrrrrr." you dug your thumb nail into his skin, teasingly.

He barely flinched, face smug. "So what? I'll win either way."

"You are so full of shit, you know that?" Gone was the animosity and venom in those words, enough to crack a grin on the blond's face.

"At least I didn't puke all over the stadium."

"Exaggerating my case makes you look bad, just so you know." With your free hand, you weakly punched him. He caught your hand and tucked it back to your side.

His other hand holding yours the whole time.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, the door creaked open to reveal your green-haired best friend, tired-looking yet standing tall. Victorious.

"Hey, 'zuku..." you called out weakly. "Congrats."

The green-haired teen offered a small smile in return. "Hey, (Nickname), how are you feeling?"

"Better now that my boys are here," you chuckle, feeling tiredness creeping. "didja win?"

Nodding, your friend turned to the blond. "Kacchan, it's time for you to prepare."

Bakugou blinked, eyes dropping. Smiling sleepily, you tug your joined hands, carmine meeting (e/c), a happy sigh leaving your lips. "Go win some...Katsuki...'kay?"

Exhaling softly, eyelids falling close with lashes kissing the tops of your cheeks, your hold loosening in his, carmine eyes took in your sleeping frame. He stayed a few minutes, just watching you sleep. Just as he stood, he remembered your joined hands.

Unable to help himself, he raised them to his lips, kissing the back of your hand, your knuckles, and fingers.

The door shut behind him as he walked on, his best friend walking behind him. If Izuku made mention of the fact that both of you held hands, realizing that it had been like that long before he came to fetch his best friend, or that he purposedly walked out when you fell into a slumber, he made no mention of it.

In February, you got word of your grandmother had finally come home. Excitedly, as you were granted a leave, you merrily walked on the snowy streets, practically skipping out of UA.

"Where has she been all this time?" Katsuki asked next to you, hands in his pocket. He was insistent on walking you to the station. Izuku had "other things to do", the little sneaky shit.

"Things." You reply, cryptically.

"Things." He repeated, dumbly.

"Like I'd tell you, dork." you roll your eyes at him, the snow falling all around. "And don't worry, even Izuku has no idea where my granny's been."

Rolling his eyes good-naturedly, his eyes settled on you, his jacket - that he lent you a few days back, because you're so reckless under the snow and 'how could an idiot forget their own fucking jacket?' - dwarfing your frame.

The relationship between the two of you was a hot topic amongst students in UA. Everyone knew that you were childhood friends who had a rift and rocky relationship growing up, but now, everyone saw that something had changed. Mostly, people noted how Bakugou was especially towards you.

There was no name, no label, no nothing yet - Izuku sometimes felt like knocking both your heads together in frustration - it felt rather nice to just be in his presence and bask in this wonderful feeling. And whenever he can, he'd purposedly leave you two when you were lounging, studying, or keep people away from intervening between your supposed moment.

"How long you gonna be out?"

"Hm, two days tops. Granny brought some treats with her and I've been meaning to spar with her." you continue trekking, humming happily under your breath.

"How come I've never seen her?"

"Oh, you have. Both of you. It's just that she likes to be in the background."

He tries to think back to his childhood, trying to remember the times he spent at your place, trying to remember, but the longer he tried to ransack his memory, the more he was left with nothing. And that led him to a snowball pelted to his face.

"OI!" your laugh resounds as his rage fuels up to melt the snow.

"Bet you were trying to nail down, weren't you?"

"I can't help it! I don't remember her!"

Scoffing, you throw another snowball, which he melts easily with his quirk. "It's okay. I mean, what's to remember about you anyway? You were loud, so full of shit, a tiny, whiny, demon. The complete opposite of sweet little Izuku- hey!"

Out of nowhere, snow pelts you in the head. Katsuki smirks at you, happy to get back at you.

"Katsuki, you fucking ass!"

He sneered, bending over to build snowball and throws them. With your quirk, you easily dodge. "Fucking cheat!"

"Don't be a sore loser, Katsuki!"

Squeals and laughter fill the sidewalk, passersby avoiding the mini-snowball war between two teens lest.

"Alright, alright, I jest! Come on!"

Catching his breath, the blond wipes his mouth with the back of his gloves. "You fucking started it."

"Don't act like you didn't have fun, Katsuki."

He liked the way his name came out of your mouth. There was just something about it that made it more special, and really acknowledge that it was his name. It was different when his parents say it.

His name means ‘victory’ and it might as well be one whenever you say his name.

"By the way," you call, cutting him off his reverie. "don't forget to ring your parents time to time, yeah?"

"Where is this coming from?"

You shrug easily adjusting your backpack strap and shaking the snow off your hair, leaving it frazzled. "All this talk about my granny made me think of families, mine, Izuku, yours." Hastily, you run a hand through it.

"My folks are fine."

"True," the train station came to view, snow continuing to fall down the sleepy city "but that doesn't mean you should stop checking up on them."

His nose scrunches, uncomfortable with the topic of coddling. "Do you talk to them?"

"Duh, what do you think?" you gave him a look, almost offended. "I talk to Auntie Inko, too. Not just my grandpa, you know."

The fact that you take the time to talk to Izuku's mom and his parents spoke plenty, seeing how fond the adults were of you. He could imagine just how close the lot of you were, remembering the many dinners you three have had and the holiday visits. Also, there was the fact that you were an orphan.

As much as he hated his old hag nagging at him, his father's needless coddling - he was lucky to have parents like them. You didn't have that anymore.

Grumbling, he complies. "Fucking fine."

Reaching a crosswalk, the two of you stop at red, cars whisking through. Despite being damp from the top up, his quirk helped warm him just a bit. He'd have to hurry back to the dorms lest he catches a cold. The fact that he was with you, however, that made him warm - fuzzy, annoyingly warm that he could feel from his head to his toes. When the light flashed green, the two of you walk.

"You've changed." you say, he turns to find you staring at him in awe, surprise, pride in your eyes. “What are you up to?”

He feels his blood rushing to his cheeks, feels something catch in his throat, feels a flutter in his belly.

“Small things. Little things. Anything for a chance at redemption.”

“…a chance at redemption.” you repeat, testing the words.

He sighed, eyes forward. “For you, Deku, and myself.”

Bakugou Katsuki truly has grown so much since you last saw him. It made you proud, so fucking proud.

Weirded out by your silence, he turns to you, about to berate, only to freeze at the way you were glowing at him, for him.

It was reminiscent of the one he remembered from his childhood. That silly girl with dirt on her hands and fingers, leaves on her (h/c) hair, holding his hand with a flower ring she made for him. It was the one smile he could never forget, treasured, and one he'd never thought to be at the receiving end ever again.

“You’re so lame, you know that?” Sputtering, you didn’t give him a chance to explain himself before tossing him something. “Here,”

Although caught off-guard, he catches it easily. Way too easily.

Asshole.

He didn’t have to ask to know what it was, cheeks warming and reddening.

“Happy Valentine’s Katsuki~” giving him a two-fingered salute, you walked into the train station, smiling silly to yourself.

“O-Oi!”

Looking over your shoulder, (e/c) eyes blinking curiously at him, he could very well see your cheeks were just as red.

“…expect double- no, triple on White Day!”

Snorting, the silly smile returned, only, it was aimed at him. Surprised, but honored.

“Lame ass.”

Izuku was in the common area, furiously checking up new hero updates on his phone, a bag of chocolates shaped like All Might you had given earlier half-finished, a cup of hot cocoa sitting next to it when the front door slammed open.

“Oi, Deku!”

“Ah? Kacchan?”

The blond teen walked towards him, noticeably wet and red in the face.

Once he stood in front of him, he seemed to deflate. Scratching the back of his neck, chin tucked in, his actions very uncharacteristic of the loudmouth he’s used to making the green-haired teen worry.

"Kacchan?"

“…w-what does (Name) like?”

"Eh?"

His eyes caught on something on Kacchan's pocket, chocolates. Not just any chocolates, those were your chocolates!

Unable to help himself, Izuku combusted then and there – finally, his ship was coming to life!

[end]

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“Just a normal night”

Inspired by @s-mscott - link for the art, please check it out!

Word count: 2832

Notes: HEY. THIS IS JUST BEEN SITTING ON MY FILES FOR THE LONGEST TIME AND I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT IT DKJFHAKJHAKJDFH. Anyway, it's a long time coming. The writing probs isn't as neat or as good as the latest uploads bc of that, but... idk. Hopefully it's good! I couldn't bring myself to edit it again, sorry about that. I hope you can enjoy it anyways and please go check out the artist, @s-mscott!

“Guys?” Dick asked, on his tiptoes as he rummaged through every cabinet in the huge kitchen “Hey are we out of cereal? I can’t find my Lucky Charms anywhere.”

“I think so.” Jason answered “I ate the last of the Lucky Charms last night.”

“Yep.” Tim said, popping the ‘p’ as he slid through the countertop, landing a bit behind Dick “I had the last of the frosted flakes two days ago.”

“Froot Loops?” Dick asked.

“I had those.” Duke answered “Sorry.”

“Fruity Pebbles?”

Cass raised her hand, looking at the ground.

“Reese’s Puffs?”

“I finished the box yesterday.” Damian announced, crossing his arms as he leaned against the marble sink.

“Damn.” Dick murmured and pouted as he closed the cabinet’s door “I’ve been craving cereal today.”

“We can always go get some.” Jason shrugged.

“At three in the morning?” Duke asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Actually, four.” Jason corrected, putting up a finger “And yeah, why not? I mean, we had a hard patrol tonight, and if Dick wants some cereal, I say let’s go get some cereal.”

“It’s four in the morning, Todd.” Damian said.

“I mean, the closest Walmart is open 24/7.” Tim interfered.

“You can’t be seriously considering this, Grayson.” Damian frowned at his older brother.

“Why not? I’m not sleepy anyways.” Dick crossed his arms and shrugged.

“Yes!” Jason hissed “Late night adventures with the baby bats. Let’s roll!” He clapped his hands once, and started to walk out of the kitchen, his siblings following him to the garage.

“Oh wait!” Dick said “Let’s ring up Bruce and see if there’s anything else we need.”

“Bold of you to assume he’d know what we need.” Tim interfered.

“Yeah, well, it’s worth a shot. Plus, do any of us really want to wake up Alfred to ask him?” Dick said, taking his communicator out of his pocket and placing it in his ear “B? Have a sec?” He asked

“Nightwing. What’s wrong?” Came the answer, Batman’s raspy voice flowing through the device.

“Oh, nothing’s wrong. We’re going to take a quick trip to the supermarket, I wanted to ask if you need anything.”

“... At four in the morning?”

“Yeah. Do you need anything?”

Bruce sighed.

“We’re running out of the coffee blend that Tim likes. Alfred the cat’s favorite treats have been gone since last week, and Cass’ favorite ice cream is done. Oh, buy Duke that soda he likes, I drank the last can. Also, Jason’s cookies and that brand of chips you like, we ran out of those. Oh, and buy something with Iron in it, I’m worried that Damian might not be getting enough.”

“Like spinach?” Dick said, writing it down on his phone’s notes.

“Yeah, that’ll do. Ah, and we’re a little low on milk.”

“Okay. Will keep that in mind. Thanks B, have a nice patrol.”

“Please don’t give the papers any headlines.”

“You got it, B. Bye.”

He placed the device back on his pocket.

“Okay, there’s a lot of stuff to buy, so let’s get going. I’ll drive.”

“Shotgun!” Jason yelled.

“We’re taking the S.U.V., one of you will need to ride in the trunk.” Dick said.

“I’ll go.” Cass’ eyes twinkled. No one could understand why she was always so fascinated with the idea of riding in the trunk, but she seemed to find it fun and all of them thought that her excitement was cute.

“Alright then.” Dick smiled, ruffling her hair. Her grin grew wider, and Duke set her hair straight again before they got into the car.

“Hey, can I play my music?” Tim asked from the backseat.

“Don’t force us to listen to the atrocity Drake calls music, Grayson.” Damian complained, arms crossed “Let me play something.”

“Uh, I’d rather not listen to Mozart and Bach while we’re in the car.” Duke protested.

“It’s called classic for a reason, Thomas.”

“Doesn’t matter, bat-brat.” Jason said “I’m with him on this one. Besides, universal car rules, shotgun DJ’s.”

“Since when?” Tim asked.

“Since now.” Jason said, plugging his phone in.

“Uh, I don’t think so.” Dick took the cord from him “According to ‘Supernatural’ rules, ‘Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole’. So that’s mine.”

“No one else watches this show Dickhead!” Jason pulled the cord back.

“Doesn’t matter, because I’m older!” Dick pulled it back again.

“Age is just a number!” Tim pushed himself to the front seat and took the cord back.

“Great point Drake!” Damian pulled him back by his waist, stealing the cord from him too.

“Hey, stop with the fuss, I’m gonna crash the car!” Dick said.

“Maybe we should just play Beyoncé...” Duke suggested. The car went silent for a while.

“Okay.” Dick said “Put on ‘Single Ladies’.”

“No. ‘Halo’ is her best.” Damian complained.

“Uhm, no way? I’m playing ‘Drunk in Love’, and that’s it.” Tim shot back.

“Are you crazy? Play ‘Formation’.” Duke interfered.

“I like ‘Run the World’...” Cass said quietly from the trunk.

“Yeah, okay,” Tim murmured “We’ll play that.”

The girl smiled as the first notes from the song filled the car.

There weren’t many cars in the parking lot, which was expected. They picked up two carts, and Dick hopped inside the one Jason was pushing.

“Dude!” Duke started “You’re in your mid-twenties!”

“Leave me alone, I nearly sprained my ankle today.” Dick stuck his tongue out. No one else questioned anything beyond that. The employees simply sighed, used to the two older brothers and their antics.

“Hey Parker.” Jason greeted the nighttime security guard.

“Hey. I see you two brought the whole gang tonight.” He answered.

“Yup.” Dick smiled.

“So this is a regular thing for the two of you?” Duke asked.

“Are you really surprised, Duke?” Tim shot back.

“No. Not really.”

“Okay. First stop, Bruce said we need to get Tim’s coffee.” Dick exclaimed, looking at the list.

Jason led the way, Dick grinning like a child on the cart, Cass quietly following as she pushed their second cart, Duke making friendly conversation with her while Tim and Damian kept bickering right behind them.

“Oh, wait!” Dick held on to the metal bars “We’re right next to the cookies and Bruce said we’re out of your favorites, Jay.” He looked up.

“Alright, a little detour then.” Jason turned them around, quickly grabbing his treats “Anyone wants anything else from this aisle?”

“But... We don’t need anything else from the aisle.” Duke pointed out.

“Um, we have a billionaire’s credit card?” Tim said “Bruce won’t freak out if we buy a few extra things.”

“Uuuh, they have those koala shaped cookies!” Dick hopped out of the cart “How many do I get?”

“I want one.” Cass said.

“Chocolate or strawberries?”

“Uh… I want both.” She answered.

“Okay, one each for the lady, two strawberries for me...”

“I want a chocolate one.” Tim said.

“Me too.” Damian asked.

“Oh, just take twenty boxes, ten of each flavor.” Jason interfered, dumping them on Cass’ cart “We’ll share later.”

“Oh my God, those are expensive!” Duke said, exasperated.

“Yeah. So?” Jason shot back.

“Bruce is a billionaire, bro. He won’t mind.” Dick said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, well, it’s easy for you guys to say it. You grew up like that. It’s kinda hard to accept this when you aren’t used to having so much.” Duke answered, scratching his neck.

“Hey, I get that feeling lil’ bro.” Jason tapped his back “I spent my childhood in Gotham’s streets.”

“Yeah. I mean, I grew up in the circus. I wasn’t used to the idea of getting brand new stuff instead of asking for hand-me-downs from our friends whenever I grew out of my clothes.” Dick interfered.

“But... Just think about it like this.” Jason got closer to him “We now can get everything we couldn’t in the past.”

Duke frowned. Jason nodded encouragingly.

“That... Doesn’t help.”

“I tried.” Jason shrugged. Dick hopped back in the cart “To the coffee aisle!” He exclaimed, pushing his brother around.

“Hang on.” Tim said “This is where they leave the energy drinks. Let me take some.”

“Why do you insist on drinking this crap, Drake?” Damian scowled, reading the label in one of the cans “If you have such a death wish, jumping in front of a train is a much cheaper, quicker alternative.”

“Shut up, little devil.” Tim picked up cans from his favorite brand.

“Jason, push me a little farther down the aisle, please.” Dick asked “They keep their iced teas over there.”

“Ugh, Grayson, you disgust me.” Damian rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be so judgemental Lil’ D.” He smiled, being pushed away by Jason.

As they examined the cans, Dick noticed he had attracted the looks of a middle aged man, a couple of steps from them. He was staring at his hoodie, that contained the frase ‘I love dick’ printed on it.

“Oh,” He exclaimed, smiling at the guy “My name is Richard. That’s why it’s funny.” The man nodded “I’m also queer as fuck, so that makes it better.” He added nonchalantly, and the man’s eyes widened “Okay Jay, I picked up all I wanted, let’s go back.”

“Alright you little shits, back to the coffee quest.” Jason said, leading the way once again. This time, they finally made it to the coffee aisle. Tim crouched down, looking for his favorite blend.

Cass got a little curious once she laid eyes on a colorful package on the top shelf. She picked it up and handed it to Dick.

“Read. Please.”

“This is an espresso roast. Here it says that it has notes of strawberry? Vanilla and... Sugar cane. Colombian coffee. Seems nice. Wanna take it?”

“Yes.” She nodded. Dick dropped it on his cart.

Cass wandered away, still looking at all of the coffee blends.

“Hey girlie,” A guy whistled at her, next to his group of friends “Nice ass.”

She squinted at them.

“Yo, asshole!” Tim screamed, getting their attention “That’s our sister!” He threw a bag of coffee beans at the guy’s face, causing his nose to bleed.

“Hey, who do you think you are?” One of them started to walk up to her brothers. Cass could tell that he wanted trouble, so she grabbed his arm and slammed his face against the shelf, so quickly and brutally that it barely budged, leaving the products unbothered, but the guy fell to the floor, disoriented. She stared at him.

“We are Waynes.” Damian answered, pacing towards them quietly, hands on his pockets “I suggest you apologize immediately for the troubles, if you wouldn’t want to get a hefty lawsuit for your harrasment.”

“Uh, sorry bro.” One of them started, a little scared “We didn’t-”

“Not to me.” He interrupted “To her.”

“We’re sorry, miss Wayne.” All of them mumbled.

“Now promise you won’t do it again.” Damian added.

“We won’t do it again.” They started at the floor, next to where their fallen friend laid down.

“Good.” He squinted “Help your friend up, and get out of my sight.”

They did as they were told, helping his friend walk straight again. As Cass headed back, Dick gently touched her arm, looking up at her.

“Hey, are you alright?” She smiled and gave him a thumbs up. He smiled back.

“Does this happen often?” Jason asked.

“Sometimes.” She shrugged “But they always say sorry after I break their nose.”

“Ayy, that’s our girl.” Jason praised “Alright, we got the coffee. Where to next?”

“Let’s see... Next item is Alfred the cat’s treats.” Dick said.

“Ha!” Damian laughed loudly “As if Alfred would eat the... peasant treats that this store offers. No. I’ve already bought the adequate brand from an online shop.”

“Okay...” Dick raised an eyebrow “Then... Cass’ ice cream is next, but I think we should leave that as the last item, so it won’t melt, which leads us to Duke’s soda because Bruce had the last can.”

“Let’s go then. I think that the cereal aisle is on the way, so we’ll get that first.” Jason said, pushing the cart around again.

“Which ones do we get?” Tim asked, looking through the shelf.

“Everything that has sugar.” Dick answered. His brother began handing him boxes, when they heard a small whisper.

“Oh my God, are those...?” A girl said to her friend, attracting the eyes of the siblings. The duo averted their gaze quickly. Cass frowned at them.

“Relax.” Jason smiled, placing an arm on her back “They’re probably just... Fans.”

“Fans?” She asked, still staring suspiciously at them.

“Yeah.” Dick shrugged “I mean, we’re not super stars, but we do hit the papers pretty often. A bunch of people know us here in Gotham.” The girls were looking again, and Dick gave them a small wave, making them giggle “See? Nothing to worry about.”

“Hum.”

“Hey there, ladies.” Jason greeted, a cheeky smile on his face “What brings you to this fine establishment tonight?”

“We ran out of energy drinks.” One of them answered “What about you?”

“Cereal.” Dick answered, lifting two boxes. They giggled again.

“Hey, um... can we maybe get a picture?” The girl asked “It’s just that... no one will believe us when we tell them about this.”

“Absolutely not!” Damian answered.

“Nah, don’t listen to the little brat.” Jason said “Go ahead.”

Dick held up the boxes again, smiling as Jason made a ‘crazy’ motion with his hands. Tim turned around as the photo was being taken, turning him into a blurr with tired eyes.

“Can we get some selfies too?” The other one asked, grinning.

“No!” Damian protested again.

“Of course you can!” Dick said “Duke, Cass, come here.” He called.

All of them gathered around the cart Dick was staying at, even Damian. He didn’t look so pleased as the photo was taken, but neither did Cass.

“Thanks. You guys really are nice.” The first girl said.

“Oh, you have no clue on how nice I can be.” Jason winked, making her blush “Tell you what, why don’t I give you my phone number and you can text me those pictures later, hm?”

“Sure.” The girl bit her lips as Jason scribbled his number on her wrist.

“You are such a flirt.” Dick rolled his eyes as the girls walked away.

“What, like you aren’t?” Jason snorted, pushing him away, looking for where they kept the soda.

“I think Cass didn’t like that interaction very much.” Tim whispered to his older brothers, who turned around to find a frowning baby bat. Jason chuckled.

“What’s wrong, sis?” She scowled at him “Oh, c’mon, don’t get jealous.” He threw an arm around her shoulder “You know you’ll always be our number one girl, but a guy has his needs. And sometimes, a guy needs a date.”

Cass pushed him away, rolling her eyes as Duke placed five soda cans on her cart.

“Why would you even drink this sugar filled monstrosity, Thomas?” Damian asked, reading the labels “Grandfather wouldn’t even feed his prisoners something as revolting as this.”

“Because, Bat-brat,” He said “We’re all entitled to enjoy at least one or two things that may ultimately be responsible for our deaths.”

“I suppose.” He murmured, lifting an eyebrow “You make much finer points than the rest of them. Father has been looking for heirs in the least suitable places, I assume.” He clicked his tongue “It’s a good thing I’m here to help.”

“Okay...” Duke answered, raising his eyebrows and averting his gaze. There was only so much strangeness that he could handle.

“Great, now we need to get my chips and spinach.” Dick stated.

“Spinach?” Tim asked “Why spinach?”

“B thinks Damian may have been needing more iron in his diet.” Dick shrugged.

“Aaw.” Tim said “That’s actually kinda cute. Do you think he ever worries about our diets?”

“Don’t be stupid Tim, of course he doesn’t.” Jason answered.

“He does.” Dick shot back “He worries about us, he just... Really, really, really, reaaaally sucks at showing it sometimes.”

“Potatoe, potatoe.” Jason murmured.

“Yeah, whatever. Keep me moving Little Wing, we have stuff to pick up and my tiredness is catching up to me.” Dick pointed forward.

“Sure. But the chips are in the opposite direction.”

“Well turn me around then, do you want me to look like an idiot?” Dick said, a little exasperated.

“I wish you had an off button sometimes.” Jason sighed as he made his way to the chips section.

An employee, mopping the floor with a bored expression, looked up from what he was doing when he saw the Wayne gang talking loudly. Dick tried to control his brothers from inside the cart, and had just told Jason to separate a fight between Tim and Damian. Duke and Cass snicker as they saw a bored, six feet tall Jason pushing his much smaller brothers apart.

“Yep.” The employee murmured to himself “Billionaires shopping at Walmart at four in the morning. Just a normal night.”

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Regardless, thanks for reading <3

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years

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A pretty Price (final fantasy 7)

Tifa, second in command of avalanche, stared in disbelief at the man sitting around the table from her. His flashy clothes were well made and stuck out among the rabble in this sector, and the fact he had two bodyguards behind him marked him as someone important. though till he had opened his mouth, Tifa had had no clue who he was. 'Dear god..Don has a son..who..clearly got his looks from his mother.' she thought, admiring the well muscled mass of Vincent the man had said his name way, and the long blond locks. Add in the offer he'd just made and Tifa wasn't half wondering if she'd been hitting the whiskey a little too hard.

"Miss Lockheart? are you alright?" Vincent asked, looking worried. He'd just made his demand in return for information on his bastard of a father though truth be told he wasn't THAT much better himself. Tired of his dad wasting all the possibles for power they had to just run his sleazy little club and be a disgrace, Vincent had big plans for himself, for the gang and for the fund that they gang had, but his biggest problem would be taking out his father without it being clear HE was the one who took him out, least he lose the loyalty of his men. Of course if known rebels and trouble makers avalanche took out dear old daddy well.. Still he had to make the reason he was selling his father out look goodish lest the silly little rebels snuff him out too to prevent him from being like his father. "I just..Let me get this right. you're willing to betray your father, because you say what he does is wrong, and you wanna get out of crime..but you'll only do it if my boyfriend takes you on a date?" Tifa asked. "well, I'll be taking him on a date. while he's dolled up. I know, sooo gray area but nothing will happen between us unless I can wow the socks off of miss cloud. and you'll have the info you need before our date. " Vincent said and smiled. "Deal?" Tifa looked thoughtful for a second and then smirked. "Deal..buttt the date only happens if the info is good." "heh, of course."

It was only after Vincent left and Tifa was congratulating herself for her good deal, and thinking about how awesome it was gonna be to bring down the don one small detail popped into her brain. 'Uh..you know you never asked CLOUD how he feels about this right? and now you're gonna have to tell him you just rented him out as a sissy date.' the nagging little voice in her head said. '...Oh poop.' Tifa gulped and looked up. 'who knows, maybe Cloud will be a flaming sissy who's just looking for a chance to break out of the closet and he'll thank me!' 'Yeah, and then you'll go to naruina and slay the jabberwoky.' the nagging voice shot back. "if your not gonna help shut up!' Tifa shot back and then steeled herself to go and talk with Cloud.

Cloud was off being a tragic moody edge lord in the corner, thinking about how bad ass and awesome he was when Tifa came up behind him. "what is it? anther mission?" Cloud asked, not turning around and looking out the window. "Kinddddd offfff. Uh.. Cloud. I need you to do me a solid.." Tifa said, rubbing the back of her head as he turned around. "..you only say that when shits about to hit the fan. what did you do?" Cloud asked. "I only made a verrrry good deal that's going to let us take out the don." Tifa huffed and put her hands on her hips. "what did YOU do today aside from brood?" "..Bold stance when you 'need me to do a solid.' just so you know." Cloud pointed out. ".." Tifa held up a finger to argue with that, but nothing came to mind and she shook her head. "Look Cloud, we pay you A LOT of gil to work for us, and it's time to get some of that investment back. So you're going to do this and that's final!" She huffed and turned to stomp off. "Tifa?" "WHAT!?!" "...You STILL havn't told me what it is you want me to do." Cloud said smirking. "Oh right. that.. youhavetobeasissydateforthedon'ssonbye!" Tifa said in a rush and then took off. "..." Cloud raised a eyebrow, trying to figure out the FUCK she had just said, mulling it over in his head and then it clicked and his cheeks went bright red. "WAIT WHAT!?"

A hour or so of heated arguments between Tifa and cloud, then Cloud and Barret vs. tifa, the tifa and Barret vs cloud and they finally had come to a understanding. 1) Cloud would be going on the date as long as the info was all new. 2) they were going to use the info after cloud got back from his date, to give him a excuse to keep it short and sweet. 3)Tifa and Barret would be getting him drunk, VERY drunk after. those set up, they contracted Vincent and set up for the date, which would be that night and had a outfit sent over with a make up kit. "..The fuck does he expect me to do with this?" Cloud said, looking in at the loaded makeup box totally clueless. "you know 27 different ways to kill someone but not how to do your make up?" Tifa teased. "Somehow that never came up in SOLIDER training." Cloud said dryly. "Go get a shower and I'll get your outfit ready for you then do your makeup for you little lady." Tifa giggled, grinning ear to ear. "..None of the cheap stuff I mean it. when you get me drunk I was the grade A shit." Cloud grumbled and headed for his bathroom with a stand up shower in it.

with the water running Tifa got busy getting the dress out of the black plastic bag it had been in to protect it and gasped a little. the dress inside was dark purple, down to the thigh and it would hug Cloud's body for sure, and with no sleeve Vincent would be able to show off his 'girlfriend' as much as show off a 'bodyguard' of sorts. The dress came with a low pair of black heels which worked because having cloud topple and fall on his face likely wouldn't of given the best impression. the also came with a pair of pantyhose and a light purple pair of panties, and a base colored padded bra that would give the appearance of b cups. "..hoooo boy. and this was gonna be a fun to begin with." Tifa said, glad cloud had agreed without looking at all the clothes out. hearing the shower coming to a stop, Tifa got ready to dress her boyfriend up and make him a girl.

The next hour and a half was one of the most humiliating of clouds life as he was poked, prodded and helped into his outfit, then had to sit in front of a make up mirror and keep his eyes closed till Tifa was finished with him. 'I swear to go, this is the last solid I do for her. at least this one doesn't involve me in diapers and in a basket pretending to be delivered by the stork..' Cloud thought and shook a little, getting a slap on the shoulder. "Stay still Missy unless you want me to have to start all over again!" Tifa scolded. if his eyes wouldn't of been shut he'd of rolled them but cloud stayed still till Tifa finally gave the ok and he opened up and looked in the mirror. Looking back at him wasn't the whorish image he'd mentally had for how he'd look. it was over the top girly either but well done and took away a edge of masculinity away from him and make his cheeks burn as he squirmed. "uh..Ok..wow." he said in a small voice. "I know right? even I'm shocked at how good you look." Tifa said and then had Cloud stand up, admiring him in his outfit and then his makeup and gave a wolf whistle. "Mothers, lock up your sons!" she said and then slapped cloud on the ass lightly. "Your SO not funny." Cloud growled.

even if they hadn't originally been going with Cloud for the exchange, Tifa and Barret would of walked with the blond sissy though the streets to the meet up point. Cloud was just getting a lot of attention and his confidence was all but gone as he basically hid behind Barret for protection. making it to the cafe Vincent was dressed in a yellow and red suit and wearing shades, that he tilted down as he drank in the site of cloud. "oh my~ Very, very nice." he said and whistled. "T-Thank you." Cloud said, voiice squeaking and horse as he tried to sound more girly. "Your welcome, and you can use your normal tone with me cloud. it doesn't hurt the illsion at all." Vincent said and tugged out a chair next to him and patted it with one hand, slide a folder over to Tifa. "I trust this pays my end of this in full?" Tifa took the folder and opened it, scanning though. floor plans, blueprints, shift rotations..with this her and Barret could of done the assault with just the two of them! "Yeah, this will more then do. thanks." Tifa said and then turned to Cloud. "Cloud, you be a good girl and stay out as late as Vincent wants, we'll be pouring over this all night." with his last shot of a quick night gone, Cloud plastered a fake smile on his face and turned to his date. "S-So.. W-what did you have planned?"

what Vincent had planned first was for them to get some bubble tea and sit and talk about each over for a bit. Following that Vincent took Cloud out for a wonderful seafood dinner. though there was a small issue Cloud betraying his delicate appearance by ripping apart the lobsters with ease with his bare hands and wolfing down the food with unladylike grace. 'Well, I suppose this is a work in progress and I can get him lessons if he wants to keep dating.' Vincent thought watching Cloud wolf down the sea food, his plastic lobster bib working hard to protect the dress he was wearing. "You know, it's not just anyone who can wear a dress worth over 5 thousand gil and not seem to care if they wreak it." Vincent said with amusement. "..It's worth that much?" Cloud asked, pausing then started to hack as food had gotten lodged when he stopped. one quick heimlich maneuver later and they were walking out of the restaurant with Cloud blushing and sheepish, and leaning to Vincent as the night air got colder. "S-Sorry about that." Cloud mewed and snuggled in more. Of course this bothered Vincent sooo much, that he put a arm around the cold sissy and then stopped under a street light. sliding his jacket off he put it over Clouds shoulders and then kissed his cheek before leading the sissy on and making Cloud swoon.

They're next stop even though both were clearly warming up to each other was a Opera in town, though Cloud again was less then restrained and didn't know how to behave. this was made clear when he called horse shit from their box to the stage when the hero on stage sliced a prop monster flann in two with one hit. As they were escorted out Cloud kept making his case and Vincent noted that dating cloud, there was NEVER going to be a dull moment clearly. "Hey watch the arms bucko unless you want anther black eye! I'm telling you, you need magic to defeat those, I know what I'm talking about! even a 2nd grader knows this shit an-" "Cloud sweetie, I think they got the point." Vincent said. "..They better! Next time I come here I expect the play to be up to snuff!" Cloud said and jabbed a finger at the opera's manager then turn away and stomped off. "..She does know I just banned you both right?" The manger asked. "I'd think twice about that..my card." Vincent said and smirked, then raced over cloud.

"...sorry I ruined your show." Cloud said with them again walking in the streets, and Cloud again leaning into the bigger man. "It';s ok, if they can't stand a little excitement from time to time then they shouldn't be in business., I got us unbanned anyways." Vincent said and kissed Cloud's forehead, sending a shiver that had nothing to do with the chill in the air though Cloud. "mmm..How'd you do that?" Cloud asked, closing his eyes and letting this wonderful warm man lead him. "Well I'm the one who helped them open up, Dear old dad didn't see the value but I'm a little more refined then him." Vincent said. "and by help them open up?" Cloud asked, opening his eyes and looking up. "I owe 54 percent of the damn thing. so the manger will call my partner, confirm I'm who I said I am, and expect all sorts of 'I'm sorry' presents in the next box we get..if you wanna go on anther date that is." Vincent said, stopping. they were in front of Tifa's bar with the hours starting to run late and always the gentleman when it came to love, Vince didn't wanna keep his date out too late. "Heh, what if I'm not ready for THIS date to be over?" Cloud asked and winked. "well what does my little lady wanna do then?" Vince asked, taken back but totally not arguing with the boldness. "well..Normally if I was with a girl I'd bring her back here to my room here.. buttt something tells me if I walk in with her regulars here dressed like this you'll have to be my knight in shining armor and kick all their butts when they molest me with their eyes." Cloud giggled playfully and then smooched Vince's cheek. "well of course my fair maiden." He said. "So..got a room somewhere close? because same reason Tifa's is out is why your place is out if you live with your dad." Cloud said. "..I know a motel by here." Vince said cluing in for the first time what the increasingly bold sissy was getting at.

One 15 minute walk later, and five minutes of dealing with the front desk, and Cloud and Vince were in the pent house suite at the hotel, and kissing and groping at each other as soon as the door to the room was shut. "S-Should we *kiss* take a *Kiss kiss* Shower first?" Cloud moaned as Vince switching to lightly biting down and sucking on the sissies neck, giving him a nice big hickey. "Only if you feel dirty." Vince chuckled and started to help cloud out of his dress, the top down and fondling the blonds flat chest. "mmmm.. what was I thinking giving you fake tits. your nipples are just so cute like this!" Cloud was trying to reply he wanted to get the make up off because he stained the bedding, but the feeling of having his nipples pinched and twirled by this man was melting his brain and making his panties damp. "If./.if you keep doing that I'm gonna squirt." Cloud mewed out, grinding his ass against Vince and feeling just how ok with tat Vince would be as his manhood poked and and prodded between the cheeks of Cloud's bubble butt. "Think you'll still be willing to keep going after you cream princess?" Vincent asked chuckling, preparing a final assault, at least on the nipples, and at least for now. "O-Only one way to find ooooouuuTTTTT! DADDY!" Vince had twisted Clouds nipples just so fucking good and bit down on his neck again, giving him a matching hickey for the other side and clouds hands went for the front of his crotch but far far too late. hands free his cute little member lost the battle and twitched and throbbed as dollops of cum formed first, then full on shot out and though not only his panties but his dress. '..I hope they comes out with dry cleaning.' Cloud thought feeble as he tried to catch his breath. Vince let him go and watched with amusement as Cloud stumbled a little, almost as f drunk and then plopped onto the bed, face down and ass up as he tried to catch his breath and hiking up his dress. a hand going between his legs came back sticky with cum and Cloud mewed softly, looking at Vince who was watching him with interest..then Cloud started to lick his fingers clear. "I-I never knew you could cum just from your nipples.." Cloud purred, between licks and sucks. Vince was enthralled and couldn't look away. "I heard you can finger a guys butt and make him do that too." Cloud said, and Vincent slowly nodded and Cloud waited. and waited. "..Oh for heaven 's sake, get over his and finger my fat sissy ass!" Cloud snapped. Jolted out of his stupor, Vince smirked and nodded. "anything for my little lady." as he came over and started to work a finger in and out of Cloud's tight little ring and slowly moved up, All Vince could think of was how lucky he was to of found out what a good girl Cloud could be. "Oh..Ohhh.. feels sooo good daddy~ finger me harder!" Cloud squealed then pleaded. Oh yeah. so SO glad he gotten first dibs. he was totally gonna be taking this little sissy out at least 3 nights a week if possible. "Whatever you say princess."

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willow-salix · 5 years

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Just a little something that fell out of my head after a throw away comment in my description of Selene to @ak47stylegirl. Enjoy!

"Scott's lost his favourite hoodie," Virgil informed him, rather randomly John though, but who was he to argue the small talk his brother deemed necessary? Virgil stared at him, apparently waiting for a response.

"How? He never wears it off base? It's got to be here somewhere."

"Oh, he knows exactly where it is."

"Then I'm confused, how is it lost? The definition of lost is that you are unaware of its location." How long had he been up there that lost now had a different meaning? Was it one of those times where the youth of today - God he suddenly felt extremely old at only twenty-five - took a word and changed the meaning without informing those who still used a dictionary?

"Your girl took a liking to it."

"Oh, I see." Ahh, now that made total sense.

"Yup"

"He's never getting that back, it's gone forever, lost in the same void that consumed three of my T-shirts, one formal shirt, five pairs of socks, two hoodies and a pair of pyjama bottoms."

"Sucks to be you, bro."

"It's a small price to pay. Also, she has one of your lumberjack things," he waved vaguely in Virgil's direction, gesturing to the ever present plaid.

"She does, which one?" Virgil groaned, please don't let it be a favourite. No one else might be able to tell which shirt was which, but he knew, dammit, he knew.

"That purple and blue one that Grandma got you three Christmases ago."

"Oh, that's OK then, I never wear that one, it's a bit too girly."

"That's what Sel said, apparently she was helping you by liberating it."

"Your girl has a very unique idea of what is helpful."

John just nodded, well aware of that fact.

"This means war, Tracy!" Selene's voice echoed through the villa.

"What did you do this time?" Virgil asked him.

"It could be any number of things, my transgressions are apparently many and varied, although I'm hardly ever aware of them myself," John shrugged, not looking the least bit concerned.

Scott strutted into the lounge, now wearing said hoodie along with a smug smile.

John exchanged a look with Virgil, who shrugged, he didn't know how that had happened either but it looked like John wasn't to blame for his girl's current mood.

Peace descended over the lounge as Scott settled at their dad's desk, bringing up the holoscreen to check the news.

John sighed, feeling that he needed to warn his big brother.

"Scott?"

"Hmm?" Scott didn't look up.

"I feel I would be neglectful in my duty if I didn't warn you to watch your back. I don't know what you've done to piss off my witch but her retaliation is likely to be imminent."

"I'm very aware of that fact, but it's a matter of principle."

John sighed, if principles were involved then this was going to get a whole lot worse before it got better. He waited a whole two minutes before he, very subtly he thought, tossed his magazine on the coffee table and stood up, stretching casually.

"I'm gonna head up to the office, call me if you need anything."

"Smooth, bro," Virgil laughed as John made a quick exit.

Selene wasn't far behind, turning up in the lounge about five minutes after John had left.

She scowled at Scott, who gave her a little sarcastic wave. The look she shot him spoke volumes, just you wait, this isn't over.

***

"Oh for fucks sake!" Scott swore as he scrolled his holobook newsfeed.

"What's up?" Gordon asked, surprised to hear his big brother swearing for no good reason.

Scott turned his phone to show him the screen. Gordon looked but didn't see what the big deal was, it was just Selene, at a cafe with a couple of friends.

"She was tagged into it by someone," Scott grumbled.

"Was she not supposed to be there?" Gordon hedged.

"I don't care about where she is, it's about what she's wearing!"

Gordon got up and walked over to take a closer look, then started to laugh.

"She got yours too, huh?"

" You mean she's raided your wardrobe too?"

Gordon nodded. "Months ago, she took that WASP hoodie I got back in my training days."

"Why is she obsessed with our clothes? Shouldn't she just steal John's? Isn't that how it's supposed to work, not spill over to the whole family?"

Gordon shrugged. "She brings them back eventually, she's taken mine three times, she calls it extended borrowing."

Scott groaned, having visions of never getting it back. He didn't have that many, living on a tropical island they didn't really stray into cool weather wardrobes that often, but that really had been his favourite. He'd bought it on a trip to Paris back in his Air Force days. Dark blue with grey panels on the sleeves, his two favourite colours, it was just right. Not too thick but also not too thin, just large enough to fit in comfortably but not so large that you couldn't tell that he was in pretty good shape underneath the material. It was soft, the softest he'd ever felt, not that he'd admit to preferring soft materials against his skin… the hood was just right, not too large that it obscured his vision while wearing it and but not too small that he felt like his head was being pulled backwards. In short, it was perfect. And that witch had stolen it.

"Does she not have her own clothes?"

"She does, but she often forgets to bring them and since it's generally pretty chilly in England she borrows them when she heads home."

"But why ours? Why not just John's? Since when were we all fair game?"

Gordon flopped back down on the couch. "She just likes our stuff."

"I should have known you'd take her side, so much for sibling loyalty."

Gordon grinned, unrepentant. "She makes me my favourite sandwich, you make me edible food and you'll get my loyalty too."

***

Selene hadn't meant to stay out so late, but as her favourite saying went, shit happens. One afternoon coffee had turned into two, which had led onto drinks as the evening had worn on. Two drinks had become three and two burgers on the way home, one of which she had sent up to Five courtesy of EOS.

She didn't wake up too bright or breezy, she would rise but she refused to shine, and was still feeling a little fuzzy headed, which probably explained why she didn't notice until an hour after she had woken up.

She could have sworn she had tossed that hoodie on the sofa when she'd gotten home, but it had most definitely vanished. She told herself she was just being silly, but the distinct lack of orange juice in her fridge and the bites taken out of every muffin was a dead give away.

***

"Scott, are you aware that you have makeup on your collar?" Kayo asked.

Scott just grunted, rubbing at the offending foundation stains, the scent of lilac floating up from the garment every time he moved.

"Is there something we should know?"

"Nope."

Kayo looked at Virgil who just grinned.

***

Selene accepted the latte from Alan with a smile of thanks, not moving from her spot on the couch, a bag of rune stones on her lap. She'd been gone for two days and, as was her custom now, had appeared without any warning half an hour before. Scott had no idea what was going on with the women of the house and why they felt the need to just magic themselves into being whenever the mood took them, but he was used to it now. Kayo had always been the same, you could enter a room and not know she was there for ten minutes before you spotted her lounging in a corner.

Selene was less the silent ninja type and more the burst into a room singing, announcing her presence with a loud "didya miss me?" making them all jump.

Alan gave Kayo her green tea and placed Scott's to-go cup of black coffee on the desk in front of him. Scott only drank from insulated cups because he was forever forgetting about his drink and going back to it once it was stone cold.

Alan settled down beside Selene, helping himself to a couple of her runes from the bag, studying them for a second and then handing them to her for interpretation.

"Ansuz, Odin's rune. Odin is the all father, the patriarch of the norse Pantheon, father to Thor, Loki, Balder and Hel. One of the lessons of this rune states that you should find your ears before you find your words."

Scott snorted at that and picked up his cup to take a sip.

"This stone symbolises authority, communication and-"

"Shit!"

All three of them span round to look at Scott, who was wiping coffee off his chin and glaring as it dripped down onto his hoodie.

"Damn, I'm sorry, was the lid not on properly? I'm so sorry, Scott."

"You'd better get that in the wash before the stain sets," Kayo advised. Alan and Scott both stared at her in disbelief. "What? I can't know about laundry?"

Scott growled in frustration, peeling off his hoodie as he headed to the laundry room.

The second he was out of sight Selene high five Alan and dug in her bag, pulling out two massive bars of chocolate she gave him one and tossed the over to Kayo, who caught it neatly.

"Nice doing business with you," Kayo grinned, breaking open the bar.

Selene opened her mouth to reply but heard Scott's footsteps coming down the hall and shut up.

***

"Where the fuck has it gone now?" Scott searched through the dryer for the third time but no, it really had vanished.

"Selene!"

Stomping down to the hangers he checked if her car was in her spot. Yep, there it was, which meant she had to be on the Island somewhere.

No answer. He tried again, louder this time.

"SELENE?"

Nothing.

***

John floated peacefully on his back, one hand behind his head the other tangled in her hair as he toyed with the soft strands.

"He's going to figure out you're up here sooner or later."

Selene lifted her head from where it rested on his stomach to glance at the silent comm line.

"Yeah, probably, " she lowered her head again, sighing contentedly.

As if summoned by their words Scott's hologram flared into life, appearing in front of them, shattering the peace.

"Bring it back, right now."

"Bring what back?" Selene blinked innocently.

"You know what. Bring it back or I'm coming up there after it."

"I don't think so."

"EOS, lower the space elevator."

John glanced up as EOS's mechanical eye moved closer.

"I'm sorry, Scott, but the elevator is currently undergoing it's twice monthly cleaning of the filtration system, which takes two hours to complete."

Scott's eyebrow rose, clearly not believing her.

"Fine, I'll take Three."

"Alan is currently on the other side of Jupiter picking up that stranded salvage crew," John reminded him.

Scott huffed impatiently. "Selene, you have two hours to get back down here with my hoodie or there will be retaliation."

"I know not of which you speak."

"You're wearing it right now!"

"I am?" she glanced down at the hoodie she was currently snuggled in. "This old thing? Surely you don't want this? It's a little small for you now, don't you think? You've gotten a little wider around the midsection lately…"

"OK, you've asked for it!" Scott clicked off the call, his hologram vanishing.

"You're pure evil," John grinned, his fingers lightly caressing the back of her neck. "I do wish you wouldn't encourage my AI to lie though, that's not good for her."

"I'm shocked and appalled that you think I'd make my darling daughter lie!"

"How is it that she's only your darling daughter when she's listening to you, when she's not she's mine?"

"Because that's the way it works, same as Armie is Virgil's whenever he pukes on the floor," she wrapped her arm around his middle, cuddling closer. "Anyway, she wasn't lying, the elevator is undergoing it's filter cleaning, it just so happens that she started it as soon as I docked."

John reached out to the wall of the comms sphere, touching one of the panels, bringing up the log.

"Which was one hour and forty-eight minutes ago."

"Yep, so technically she was telling the truth, she said it was cleaning and it takes two hours, she didn't say there was two hours left."

"So you're encouraging her to be sneaky?"

Selene gave him a look. "Like she needs any encouragement."

"True."

"But I did bribe her too."

"How? What with?"

"My granddad's old dvd collection of documentaries that aren't online yet."

"You're such a good mom."

"Don't tell anyone, especially not Grandma," she warned, lifting her head for a kiss.

Beep!

Scott's hologram popped back up. She glanced over John's shoulder, her mouth dropping open in shock.

***

"Scott Tracy! Get your arse here right now!" Selene jumped out of the elevator and raced up to the main house.

"I swear by Hades if you've stretched that out with your big, fat man chest, I will kill you!"

"Fat man chest?" Kayo looked at Virgil, who shrugged in response, he'd given up trying to figure out what was going on days ago.

Selene skidded into the kitchen. "Where is he? Where the fuck is your dickhead brother?"

"Lounge I think. Why, what's he done now?"

"You haven't seen him in the last half hour?"

"No, I've not seen him since breakfast, I was working on Two."

"Urghhhh, you're about to be down one brother," she turned and stomped her way up the stairs, Kayo and Virgil hurrying to catch up.

Scott heard her coming and assumed a casual pose.

"Oh my gods! What's wrong with you?"

She slapped her hands over her eyes, trying so hard not to laugh.

"My eyes!" Virgil wailed, doubling over, a gagging noise escaping.

"Kinky, I like it," Kayo commented.

Scott lifted one hand in triumph, gesturing to his chest, a chest that he has somehow managed to squeeze into her favourite corset, although the laces were stretched to breaking point and they could all see his nipples and the dark sprinkling of hair that peppered his pecs.

"You're such a child!"

"Say's the woman who stole my clothes first!"

"Say's the man who broke into my apartment to steal it back and took a bite out of all my muffins!"

"Say's the woman who left the planet with my hoodie!"

"Your nipples are looking at me funny!"

"That's because this corset is making them itch!"

She couldn't help it and burst out laughing.

"You're such a twat! You realise you're wearing that backwards?"

"And you're a sneaky bitch," he laughed. "And yes, I'm aware, but it was the only way I could get it on."

"Truce?" She took off the hoodie and offered it to him.

"Truce," he took the hoodie and turned around so she could unhook the corset, sighing in relief as it loosened , allowing him to take a deep breath, his lungs finally expanding to their full capacity.

"I fucking adore you, you idiot," she laughed, hugging him from behind.

"Yeah, I love you too."

"What the fuck just happened here?" Kayo demanded to know. "You just gave in, just like that? Sel, you disappoint me, I expected better from you."

"He was holding my corset to ransom, what was I supposed to do?"

"Hold him down, cut him out of it and smack him around the head."

"So violent! He's my best friend, you don't beat up your friends!"

"I do."

"But you're special," Selene fluttered her eyelashes at Kayo, who simply shook her head and walked away muttering something about living with lunatics.

***

"Erm, John?"

"Yes, Alan? What's up?"

"You might want to come down here…"

"Did they kill each other yet?"

"Not quite, but they are both out by the pool, listening to some really old music, something about the dark side of the moon and they have definitely been smoking something."

John sighed, casting his eyes up through the clear ceiling of the gravity ring as if praying for divine help.

"I'll be right down."

Less than ten minutes later and John was standing over two of the most important people in his life and wondering just what the hell he'd done to deserve them.

His girl was stretched out on a sun lounger, fast asleep, Scotts hoodie over her like a blanket. His bare chested brother was on another next to her, a phone between them on the floor- purple so it had to be Selene's - was softly playing Pink Floyd, clouds of fragrant smoke wafting around his head

Scott looked up as the sound of approaching footsteps. John sat down on the edge of another lounger, shaking his head when Scott offered him the hand rolled.

"You know it hasn't been illegal for twenty-five years, you don't have to look so disapproving, you know it's safe now all the dangerous strains have been eradicated. This is the one that Dr Favaro recommended to Gordon when he had his crash and my back has been hurting the last few days. Come on, live a little, no hangover…" he wiggled it in invitation.

Rolling his eyes John accepted the rollie and swung his legs up to recline fully on the lounger.

"We haven't done this in years," he inhaled deeply, coughed briefly then passed it back.

"Not since you graduated and we started with IR full time, Dad would never allow it and I guess since he's been gone we've all just continued to live the way he'd want us to."

John nodded, reaching over for the hand rolled. "If Selene's done anything she's encouraged us both to let go of our rigid control a bit."

"That she has."

They were both silent for a few minutes apart from Scott quietly humming along to the music.

"This is going to sound bad…" Scott began, not looking at him.

John waited patiently for his brother to continue.

"You know I want Dad back so much." It wasn't a question, it was a statement and John nodded.

"Of course I do, I never doubted that."

"But I don't want things to go back to the way they were before, we've all grown up, we've become our own people and we're used to making our own decisions. I don't want to have to go back to hiding in my room to drink a beer or not be able to enjoy a smoke after a long and painful day. Does that make sense?"

To say John was surprised that his usually private brother had decided to open up to him was an understatement, but he didn't let that show.

"I don't want that either. I guess we'll just have to take things one day at a time and work it out as we go," he took another toke and suddenly laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"I was just imagining Selene bulldozing Dad like she does us."

Scott's deep chuckled turned into a full out belly laugh as he pictured it.

"Well one thing's for sure, with her here there's no way things can go back to how they were before, she won't let it. And I don't even think Dad could argue with her when she's got her mind made up about something."

"He's either going to hate her or absolutely adore her," John handed the last inch back to Scott.

Scott smiled fondly at the sleeping witch. "He'll love her as much as we do, he won't be able to help it."

"I should get her to bed, it's getting chilly," John stood up and crossed over to his girl. Carefully he worked his arms under her and lifted her slowly.

"You want this back?" he nodded to Scott's hoodie.

"No, I don't mind her borrowing it, she does it all the time."

One sleek eyebrow lifted. "Then why make such a fuss over it?"

Scott stubbed out the end and laid back down, arms behind his head. "Because it was fun, she's my best friend, it's what we do. Don't you remember last week when I used her fancy hair conditioner? She yelled for an hour then I came back from that rescue in Peru and she'd put a brand new bottle in my bathroom cupboard."

"You're both idiots."

"But you love us."

"Yeah, I do." John paused for a second, trying to remember when he'd last told any of his brothers that he loved them. Months maybe, possibly even a year or more? He couldn't actually remember. He just never felt the need to say it, he showed it in so many ways, they all did. But maybe it was time to start reminding them. He hugged her closer to his chest, giving her a little squeeze, smiling when she grumbled in her sleep and batted at his shoulder.

"She told me earlier that she steals our stuff depending on who's energy she needs that day. If she's in a fun mood she'll steal Gordon's or Alan's, if she needs to relax she'll wear something of Virgil's."

"I did not know that," John glanced down at her face, relaxed in sleep. "What does she need you for?"

"Strength."

John nodded, not knowing what else to say. Finally he settled for not saying anything at all.

"You coming in too?" he asked Scott.

"Not just yet, it's nice out here."

"OK, goodnight."

"Goodnight, John."

John paused as he neared the door and turned back. "Scott?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Scott didn't turn to look at him but his voice was his usual strong and sure tone.

"I love you too."

#scott tracy #john tracy #alan tracy #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #kayo kyrano #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds are go #Hoodie wars

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Gravity Well

Chapter 3: Pocket-Sized for Your Convenience

A Loki x Lithium Fanfiction (CanonxOC)

Set before the events of Thor, Loki receives as large mysterious crate of alcohol the day before his birthday. What seems like a strange yet benign gift from an anonymous person ends up being more than he, or the woman at the bottom of the crate bargained for.

Chapter Warnings: Drinking games (?)

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Over breakfast, Loki glanced back and forth between his dear mother and the strange little woman from the crate. Frigga demurely sipped her tea, making light conversation as they ate. The topic largely revolved around what the day's events would be like. That is to say, full of public appearances early on and culminating in a large feast all through the palace and it's expansive front courtyard. All this he already knew.

What he had not realized was that Lithium would clean up as well as she had. With her hair up and now in a dress, she seemed more like an adult woman than the mess she had been. At the same time, he did rather like the previous look, if he was honest with himself. The disheveled state she was in when busted her way out of the crate had it's charms as well.

He also had to admit that her simple sleeveless shirt with the word “NO” on it did attract attention to her more prominent...features.

His mother was a subtle woman, so much that he knew Lithium did not realize what Frigga had done, putting her in a dress with that particular lining. As his little surprise lady ate enthusiastically, little peeks of delicate acid green fabric flashed in his direction from the bells of her sleeves. Anyone with working eyes during any of the festivities today would know who's "guest" she was by that alone. When she stood up to fetch another tea cup for herself, the pleated dip-dyed underskirt of the same brilliant shade as the other linings drove home that point.

Loki had no doubt his mother meant this particular detail for Lithium's protection. Most people were not keen on crossing him, even if he had sensed the undercurrent of disregard for him in certain spheres of ability the vast majority of his life. Making it clear that she was somehow attached to him was ideal for her.

But it was strangely ideal for himself as well. They had yet to get into what was to become of this little lady and this clear show of possession nested quite perfectly into what he intended to do. He had spent the time before falling asleep mulling over his options and almost all of the options he had say in, which was most of them, led to one conclusion.

He was going to keep her around.

Sure, he ran the risk of Thor going on about her being "part of the family", but the idea of having a person around who had no preconceptions about him was far too tempting to resist. She was also a mystery to him. Most of the women, and even some men he knew, would have had at least a cry of surprise running into someone in the dark, but she merely put up her hands up and tried to put space between them. She did not read as a trained warrior, especially now, her eyes lighting up like a child as she poured her tea out of a clear glass pot which displayed the flowers and leaves that had been steeping in it.

His biggest question though, was why, in the two times she went into the bathroom by herself, did she not turn on the light? Even when his mother went in with her to help with the particulars of her dress, she only did so when Frigga asked. Add that she saw his decoy's movements far faster than most he had used it on and it left him with a large battery of questions about her.

His mother's voice broke him from his thoughts. "Now that we have finished up, it's probably a good time to discuss what is going on here and how we proceed with you."

Lithium sipped her tea while nodding, surprisingly not spilling any in the process. Maybe he was just too used to spending time with his brother. The man was not what one would call graceful, yet it somehow worked for him.

Because you don’t have to be graceful when your mode of operation is “hit it with a hammer and ask questions never”...

"So it was said you were in that crate. However did you get there?"

Am I ever grateful Mother can concentrate where I cannot...it’s still too early in the morning for me...

Lithium sighed. "Well, I can't say for certain, but I have the feeling I was "dealt with", so someone could take over my brewery. Said someone was bent out of shape because his father left the place to me instead of him, as I was the better brew master."

Loki smirked. "And better at naming your collections. Pfft, Imperial indeed."

"Yeah, I had sort been in charge of branding too and it annoyed the hell out of him." She made a face into her cup. "He somehow thought Galaxy wasn't regal enough a name. Too girly and purple, which I take personal offense to, as purple is my favorite color. And also ridiculous because I’m pretty sure galaxies don’t have a gender."

Loki laughed dryly. "I'm guessing this man did not even know what a galaxy is."

Frigga stifled a chuckle herself. "I'm sorry you had to deal with such a person. But how did you end up here? I saw on the crate that it, and thus you, are not from Asgard. We have had little contact with Midgard for many centuries now."

Well, most had little contact with Midgard...not all...

Lithium's mouth moved but no words came out for a few moments. "Um, what's Midgard? I get that here is Asgard but I don't actually know where Asgard is either."

Frigga and Loki shared a look before she answered. "My dear, it seems you have not heard about the Nine Realms. Have you ever learned of the Norse people of Midgard? We are who they patterned their gods from."

Loki could practically see the wheels turning in the poor woman's head as a look of realization slowly crept onto her features. "Wait…you mean the Norse people on Earth? Are you saying the realm of Midgard is Earth? And Asgard is not on Earth?"

Frigga's smile was one Loki remembered fondly from his younger years, the one she gave him when he had mastered a new spell or did particularly well in his studies. "Yes, that is correct. It's been so long since I had heard it called that, I had practically forgotten the name."

Lithium rested her cup in her lap, wrapping her fingers tightly around it. "So…I'm not on Earth at all then…if that's the case, I have no clue how my uncomfortable mode of transportation ended up here."

She took another sip of tea, but Loki could not miss her hands shaking. "Bart was too chicken to actually dispose of me the conventional villain way, so he sent me to a whole other planet…"

There was a measure of silence from all of them for a moment as the poor woman stared deeply into the soft pink liquid in her cup. Whoever this Bart was, Loki was already sure he would throw that man through a window if he ever met him.

And that was only if he was feeling amicable that day.

That decided, he brought them back to the conversation this time. "Should we assume that this puts you in a particularly difficult situation if we were to return you to Midgard? If this Bart was willing to send you here, surely he would decide to take more drastic action upon you if you suddenly reappeared."

"Given the argument we had before I woke up in a crate, that's a good assumption." She sat back in her chair, making another lopsided face of irritation. "He was demanding I give him the business while we were literally at his father's grave site...either sign it over or marry him….and I was in no mood to talk about that. I went home, drank a large mug of coffee and then…I'm here."

Loki leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, debating on whether or not to put a hand on her shoulder would be appropriate. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but it sounds like you are in need of a place to stay. Would you be opposed to staying here? I'm sure Mother would suggest much the same."

Frigga gave him a look he understood, but Lithium likely would not. "Perceptive as always. I see no reason we could not find room for you."

"It's not like you take up much space after all." Loki sent the surprised woman a little smirk.

A smile broke her surprised expression. "What can I say? I'm pocket-sized for your convenience."

"Well, that's settled then. I shall go take care of those preparations as well as the others I need to attend to." Frigga stood. "There is much to be done today, so I'm sure Loki would not mind you staying here until the arrangements for you are finished."

If Loki was not aware of his mother's abilities, he would have sworn she was reading his mind. "Of course."

Once Frigga was out the door, Loki refilled Lithium's tea cup and sat back. "I am going to have to make my public appearance soon and I will not be able to be here most of the day. It would be best if you kept to yourself for that time."

Lithium tilted her head. "That makes sense. I would probably get myself hopelessly lost anyway."

"You're not wrong. I will show you around after today. Your timing was not entirely helpful."

"If I could have made the necessary adjustment, I would have." She smirked, and something about the way she held her lips struck him as odd, as if she flaring the upper curve of her top lip more than needed.

Just one more question I have…

"I'm sure you would have." He smirked back. "Regardless, I would like to invite you to the feast this evening. It's a rather informal affair, and Mother did dress you appropriately for it. "

Lithium's eyebrows shot up, and her mouth hung open for a moment. "Really? I mean…"

"As I said, it's informal. Mostly food, drink and dancing if you've have the skill or enough of the drink." He stood, smoothing out the front of his tunic reflexively. "If it becomes too much, you can always leave before it ends. I would not be offended, merely jealous that you can escape sooner than myself."

"I think I will go then. Sounds like I might help you stay sane."

Loki smiled as he turned to ready himself for the more exhausting parts of the day. Before entering the bathroom, he glanced back over his shoulder at the woman now pouring herself another cup of tea. Yes, the surprise on everyone's face this evening, when he walked in with a Midgardian woman, was going to be more than enough to make up for any expense keeping her around would entail.

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Lithium tied off the embroidery floss she has been working with mere moments before Loki walked in with a number of items in his arms, Thor following with even more shiny trinkets. She shoved her work into a spacious hidden pocket in the pleated layer of her skirt and stood up as they entered.

Loki gestured to the sitting area. "Just put them on the table over there."

Thor's blinding grin lit up when he saw her standing there. "Hello again, Tiny Lithium! I heard you will be staying here because things went badly for you in Midgard. I'm sure you will love it here!"

Lithium blinked several times. Even talking normally, Thor was just too loud for her ears, like the man existed perpetually in all-caps.

"Ah, yeah. I'm not worried about liking it here. The view from the window is better than anything I've seen in most of my life."

Loki appeared beside Thor and began pushing him toward the door. "I need to get ready for the feast, you can go now."

Lithium giggled as Thor attempted to keep talking to her, Loki interrupting him with every sentence. Once he had the door closed in Thor's face, he sagged against it, though his face had a small amused grin.

"My apologies for Thor, he suffers from a case of excessive enthusiasm at all times." He rubbed his forehead. "It can be tiring to be around."

"One of my brothers was like that too." Lithium felt a twinge of pain, remembering that brother, but pushed it back down. Now was not the time to get into her whole life story. "It won't bother me too much."

"Then you have more patience than I possess." Loki shook his head. "Speaking of, do you need to do anything before we head out? People are already gathering for the feast."

Lithium shrugged. "I thought you said you needed to get ready."

"That was to get rid of Thor." He approached her and circled her for a moment. "I will say, you do need a little maintenance."

Lithium froze as he moved around a few locks of her hair. The logical part of her brain let him do what needed to be done, as it was not like she could do much. Her hair skills were lacking compared to what magic Frigga had made of hers. The other part of her brain though, was sounding a confused proximity alarm.

This would be a good time to NOT have the equivalent of the second best nose in nature….

His scent was nice though, a mostly natural with a slight overlay of what she guessed what soap, that should could not deny.

"There you go, back to the way it was." He smiled a little, with no trace of the smirk she had seen much of the past day. "Shall we go, then?"

Lithium felt her chest tighten the closer they came to the buzz of conversation and smell of thousands of unfamiliar but pleasant food smells. Whether is was just from nervousness, or also because she was having to take two steps for each of Loki's one, she was not sure. She was never so glad when he stopped before a set of doors flanked by a pair of guards. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Are you alright?" Loki glanced down at her.

"Yeah, just haven't worn a dress in a while." She glanced to the guard at her left, who nearly imperceptibly snorted with laughter. "I guess I worked too much to have time to be fancy."

Loki chuckled. "Well if it eases your nerves, you do not look like you are struggling."

He held out his hand to her. "Now we should make a proper entrance. "

She stared at his hand, head tilting. "Um…how does that work?"

He nodded to his hand. "I'll escort you in, they announce me and you and then you are free to move about as you wish. My recommendation is to visit the dessert table first. The kitchen staff are always kind enough to include a coveted selection of chocolate items."

She was not about to say no to a good chocolate dessert, but the way Loki's eyes lit up, she wondered just how much was actually available, and how deep was the man's love of chocolate. She took his hand, as she was trying to push all these question to the back of her mind. No matter how calm he was about this, she had spent most of the day practicing moving in the multiple layers of her dress, when she was not working on the little project in her pocket.

Then the guards opened the doors.

Loki's pace as slower, though whether or not it was to match her short strides or to up the dramatic level of them walking in was yet to be seen. She barely heard them being announced, only just registering that she was announced as Lithium of Midgard. The rush of blood in her ears and to the surface of her face at all the eyes suddenly on the two of them took most of her brain's attention.

Loki leaned down and whispered. "You can go now, I have to deal with a few things…like my father, but do find your way to that chocolate cake at the end of the table. It is particularly wonderful."

She watched him walk away toward where Frigga was, sitting next to an older man with an eye patch, who she figured was the father in question. She stood there for a moment before heading to the table. She figured if she had something to do with her hands and was actively eating , she would not have to mingle too much, even if the strangers around her where more inclined that she was to do that.

Oh how very wrong she was.

Thor spotted her and the crowd parted to let him through. "TINY LITHIUM, WHERE ARE YOU GOING? COME JOIN US!"

Lithium did not have the option of protesting. Thor pulled her over to a table of people holding large mugs of some alcoholic beverage, fast enough she was not sure her feet actually touched the floor on the way over. Their faces were kind, but she still felt weird without Loki there. She tried to find him in the crowd but apparently all Asgardians present were giant compared to her.

Thor plopped her down on a bench next to himself. "You arrived just in time for a drinking game. We are in need of a judge."

A small smirk spread across her face, Maybe this would be fun afterall. "Well, I'm afraid you'll have to find someone else to judge. If it’s a drinking game you're doing, I plan to play."

Thor stared at her like she was growing another head right there at the table. "You?"

"Yes, me. I am a brew master. Do you think I can't drink?" She shook her head. "Get me some and I'll show you what real drinking is."

One of the other people at this part of the table, a large red-haired man, laughed. "Let her try. It will be fun to watch."

Thor hesitated all the more. "True, but if she dies from her alcohol hubris, I'm the one who has to deal with Loki's vengeance."

Lithium shook her head. "Trust me, you won't need to worry about that. Now get me that drink!"

#gravity well #loki #lithium #loki x lithium #loki of asgard #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #loki friggason #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #canon x oc

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Osomatsu-san PS Vita game translation - Karamatsu 05 - Stand by the Second Son

Jyushimatsu: Yuuuum! More oden, please!

Chibita: Ok.

Osomatsu: Yep, oden tastes great again today. I'm glad we came all this way to eat it.

Choromatsu: Chibita, hot sake, please. Oden does go well with it, doesn't it?

Chibita: ....You jerks, you brought enough money to pay for everything this time, didn't you?

Karamatsu: Heh... money? There is no meaning in attaching a price to the fantastic cosmos known as oden.

Chibita: In other words, you're broke again.

Choromatsu: Wait, Chibita, don't take what Karamatsu says seriously!

Chibita: Well, do you have money?

Choromatsu: Well, a bit...

Chibita: A bit? You jerks, how much do you think your total tab comes to? If you jerks don't pay full price starting from today, I won't let you sextuplets have one more bite of oden.

Osomatsu: Eh, Chibita, you skinflint.

Chibita: This is normal, I've been spoiling you guys a bit too much up till now.

Todomatsu: Chibita, radish and hanpen, please.

Ichimatsu: Huff, huff... This chikuwa is good.

Chibita: Don't ignore me and order more, idjit! Don't keep eating, idjit!

Osomatsu: I get it already. We'll definitely pay, so let us eat and drink merrily, we're customers, aren't we? This delicious oden is starting to taste bad.

Chibita:...You're definitely going to pay.

Todomatsu: Of course, of course, I feel bad for being able to each such delicious oden and never paying anything.

Chibita: ...Take your time, idjits.

Karamatsu: Gulp... gulp... Phuaa, I can't stop drinking this. The darkness in my heart is being washed away.

Choromatsu: Chibita, I'm completely empty here. One more of the same.

Chibita: Alright.

Karamatsu: Sometimes I become aware of the darkness lurking within me and I tremble, brothers. Even though I wish for love and world peace, somewhere in my consciousness is screaming to me. Perhaps the rock and roll within me is awakening...

Jyushimatsu: It's great! It's great! Odeeeen!

Todomatsu: You really do eat a lot, don't you, Jyushimatsu-niisan? I'll have another drink.

Karamatsu: ...What do you think, brothers? The demons who were born in my heart seem like they are starting to stir, I...!

Ichimatsu: Shut up, Kusomatsu. You're making the alcohol taste bad.

Osomatsu: Since we're here anyway, I guess I've got to eat a beef tendon skewer. How about you, Ichimatsu? Wanna eat one?

Ichimatsu: I'll eat two.

Osomatsu: Ok. Chibita, give us four beef tendon skewers.

Chibita: Alright.

Karamatsu: ...

Chibita: Hey, Karamatsu, how about you? Want to eat something?

Karamatsu: ...No. I'll have some barley tea.

Chibita: Oi, oi... Wake up already, Karamatsu...!

Karamatsu: Hum... ha... Chibita, what happened?

Chibita: Nothing happened, you were asleep this whole time. It's late already.

Karamatsu: Where are my brothers?

Chibita: They went home a long time ago.

Karamatsu: Eh.

Chibita: And about that, they left saying that you were going to pay the bill for the six of you...

Karamatsu: Eh...

Chibita: ...I know what you mean.

Karamatsu: Brothers, yet again you have thrust a cruel fate upon my shoulders. My darkness... My darkness is growing larger...

Chibita: No more of that. For the time being, have some water. This one's on the house.

Karamatsu: Chi, Chibita...! (He charges for water?)

Karamatsu: Pwaa, the water of the Alps really quenches one's thirst...

Chibita: Idjit, that's just tap water. ...Hey, I've wanted to ask this for a while, why are your brothers weirdly awful to just you?

Karamatsu: That's because... of my pain. In other words, I am painful... I am a sinful man who hurts those around me no matter what I do.

Chibita: Uhhh, painful, painful, painful, painful.

Karamatsu: Chibita, you too? Uh, I am definitely a hedgehog guy who hurts people... The darkness in my hurt only expands!

Chibita: No, no, stop that already. You know, I think you should start paying more attention to what's going on around you. Don't always just say what you wanna say, sometimes if you try to fit in with the people around you, you don't wind up hurting anybody.

Karamatsu: That's it! Since I used to be in the drama club, maybe I should put on a performance as a top notch actor...

Chibita: Nah, I'm not telling you to go that far. If you at least think about what the people around you want you to say, it'll be different, you understand?

Karamatsu: Think about what they want me to say...?

Karamatsu: (And so, a few days later, I went to eat oden with my brothers again...)

Chibita: Hey, you guys. How much do you think your total tab up till now comes to? If you jerks don't pay full price starting from today, I won't let you sextuplets have one more bite of oden.

Choromatsu: Ehh, just hitting us with that out of the blue doesn't help. If you don't let us know before hand, we won't have enough on us.

Jyushimatsu: Oden, it's great! Seconds!

Chibita: That, that's not going to work anymore, Jyushimatsu. Hand over the money first.

Karamatsu: (Ha! This is it...! As a top notch actor, I should now become the me my brothers desire...! ...Alright.) Brothers, I have an idea! This is genuinely the entire fortune I possess. I was somehow able to increase it somewhat at pachinko yesterday. Come, brothers, bring out your money too, aren't oden and alcohol something to be shared? That is what the bonds of being a sextuplet mean, right?

Osomatsu: Yay! Money! Here, Chibita, we've got this much, so we can eat and drink, right?

Chibita: Eh? Ah, yeah.

Karamatsu: Osomatsu? And my other brothers as well, bring out your own money too. It's not fair to use just my money...

Todomatsu: Erm, I'll get radish and fish cake and shirataki and maybe some konnyaku after that.

Choromatsu: Very girly as usual, Todomatsu. Ah, I'll have shochu on the rocks.

Karamatsu: O, oi!

Ichimatsu: So Shittymatsu can be useful sometimes too. I'll have the same again.

Chibita: Oi, Karamatsu. What will you have?

Karamatsu: Barley... N, no, alcohol. Give me some strong alcohol, straight...!

Chibita: Oi, oi... Wake up already, Karamatsu...!

Karamatsu: Uhh... cough... What happened...?

Chibita: You drank yourself dead drunk and went to sleep. Even though you're not that great with alcohol, you pushed yourself too much. The others all went home.

Karamatsu: Really... hick...! I'm sure I acted in my brothers' best interests today. It was a top notch attack. But even so, they treated me like this again. Was it because of the darkness within me...?

Chibita: All of you are scummy NEETs. Even if you think of the people around it probably won't go well.

Karamatsu: Eh.

Chibita: There's no point changing your painfulness now, live however you want to. You'll only suffer if you do something like you did today again.

Karamatsu: (Chibita... that's completely different from what you said before! Still, humans are lonely creatures in the end. Living as ONLY ONE GUY in the way I want to is one choice... I guess.

(And so a few days later, etc., etc...)

Chibita: Hey, you guys. How much do you think your total tab up till now comes to? If you jerks don't pay full price starting from today, I won't let you sextuplets have one more bite of oden.

Karamatsu: (Here we go again...!)

Todomatsu: Osomatsu-niisan, you won at pachinko recently, right? Pay for all of us.

Osomatsu: Hey, Totty! What are you giving me away for?

Ichimatsu: This is going to be a real feast.

Osomatsu: No, wait, that’s impossible. The money I won then vanished completely at the race track yesterday!

Choromatsu: Ha? You shitty eldest brother. I told you I was saving money for job hunting, didn't I? If someone’s going to pay, then it should be Choromatsu. He won more than me at pachinko!

Osomatsu: Uwah, there we go with your high level self-awareness again.

Todomatsu: Whatever you say, your money is bound to disappear before long thanks to that pointless idol merchandise you buy.

Choromatsu: Don't call idols pointless!

Jyushimatsu: Oden! Oden! Oden! Oden!

Chibita: Oi, oi, if you're going to fight, then take it outside. The oden will start tasting bad.

Karamatsu: (Stay strong... whatever happens, I can't say anything. I'm going to live a free and lonely life without bothering about my brothers.)

Ichimatsu: Come to think of it, Shittymatsu, you went to pachinko this afternoon, didn't you.

Karamatsu: !?

Osomatsu: So there's a chance that Karamatsu has the most then. Hey, how much do you have on you now?

Karamatsu: Wa... wait, I!

Jyushimatsu: I wanna eat oden now! Show me your pockets, Karamatsu-niisan.

Karamatsu: Calm down, Jyushimatsu, even if you attack me you won't get any money...!

Todomatsu: It seems like you're panicking all of a sudden, could it be that we're on to something?

Choromatsu: Anyway, we have to find out.

Karamatsu: Wa... wait, brothers. Why are you crowding around me? I don't have any money or...

Osomatsu: Alright, we will know begin the Big Brother Resistance is Futile Check of how much Money you got on you.

Karamatsu: Osomatsu?

Todomatsu: Let's start with the one who brought it up, Osomatsu-niisan. We're going to search your inner pockets too. Alright, confirmed as penniless.

Osomatsu: Just like I said. My sure-fire trifecta was a dud. Right, next is Choromatsu... Yep, he's broke.

Choromatsu: Actually, I used up everything I had at Nyaa-chan's concert and handshake event.

Ichimatsu: Of course you did, Choromatsu, you're a model otaku. I'm broke too, as you can see.

Jyushimatsu: Me too!

Todomatsu: I don't have anything either.

Osomatsu: And so, the only one left is...

Karamatsu: Bro... brothers, why are you looking at me? I don't have any money either.

Osomatsu: Everyone, get him!

Karamatsu: Ah!

Ichimatsu: Ah, oden is yummy...

Osomatsu: Chibita, the same again!

Chibita: He, hey... That's Karamatsu's money. Don't drink too much.

Karamatsu: Uhh... hick... Is lying such a sin? My brothers... Is this my destiny...? How do I stop ending up in this messed up situation... The only person left I can talk to is that person... ...What, what should I do? There's something I urgently need, advice with... No, you don't need to call an ambulance, it's my heart that's wounded. Eh, then say it normally...? ...Sorry. Actually, the same thing has happened a few times...

Option one: How about just abandoning them...

Karamatsu: Re, really? No matter what happened to me, I can't just abandon my brothers. O, oi, don't hang up, listen to... ...uhh, I feel a cold chill. But certainly, this wouldn't have happened if I'd kept a bit more distance between myself and my brothers... would it? But I...

Karamatsu: Uh, uhh... Where am I...?

Ichimatsu: Oi, treacherously sleeping to try and hide from us, you really are a shitty bastard aren't you, Shittymatsu?

Karamatsu: Eh?

Ichimatsu: Shit, even though we'd decided to have oden tonight, you had to put a stop to it. I'm going home.

Osomatsu: Wait, Ichimatsu. Even if Karamatsu won't pay up, there are other ways to do this. We could beg Chibita for example.

Chibita: Ah? That won't work anymore.

Karamatsu: (Could this possibly be... the world where I didn't give my brothers the money for oden?)

Ichimatsu: Tsk, all of you are Shitty.

Osomatsu: Let’s go home, Ichimatsu.

Choromatsu: Ah, we really wasted our time, didn't we?

Karamatsu: (And so I was able to create some distance between me and my brothers. This is what I was advised to do, but...)

Chibita: Good for you, Karamatsu. Just for today, forget about your cold brothers and drink in peace.

Karamatsu: Yeah...

Chibita: Don't worry about the money. Today is my treat.

Karamatsu: But, Chibita. I...

Passer-by: Arghhhhh!!

Chibita: Wha, what was that scream just now?

Karamatsu: I'll go see.

Passerby: That's right, all five of them have collapsed! Please send an ambulance. Thank you...!

Karamatsu: Wha... an ambulance?

Ichimatsu: Uhhh...

Karamatsu: I, Ichimatsu! And my other brothers too, why have they collapsed over here?

Ichimatsu: Shi, Shittymatsu... I, was depending on your money... I'm so broke, I'll never be able to.... eat oden, again... gack.

Karamatsu: Ichimatsuuuuu! Open your eyes, my brother...! (...I was wrong. If I hadn't made the wrong choice this wouldn't have...!)

Karamatsu: Cough... Where am I...? In front of Chibita's oden stand...?

Ichimatsu: Ahh, oden tastes good.

Osomatsu: Chibita, another one of the same!

Karamatsu: (Heh... I made the wrong choice in a dream, so know the right answer without even needing to ask that person!) I cannot cause sadness to my brothers. I will endeavour to rescue all of them!

Osomatsu: Huff,huff... hmm? Karamatsu, what did you say?

Ichimatsu: Shittymatsu should just stay quiet and give us the money. Well, today he was of some use so I'm grateful. Thanks, Shittymatsu.

Karamatsu: Ha, haha... ha... If my brothers are happy than that's the most important thing. Achoo, c-c-c-c... cold...!

Osomatsu: Hey, don't hold back, eat. Piping hot oden is great. Gulp down some hot green tea too.

Karamatsu: What's this...!?

Osomatsu: Ichimatsu ordered too much. ...He's a good guy at heart, you know.

Ichimatsu: Shut up, Osomatsu.

Karamatsu: Osomatsu... Ichimatsu...! You're kindness has seeped into my heart...! (So that's it... even my brothers, when treated with kindness, will respond with kindness...!)

Ichimatsu: Ah, Chibita. This is on Shittymatsu too.

Chibita: Alright.

Karamatsu: (...No. In the end my tab is just getting bigger)

Osomatsu: Oi, Karamatsu. If you don't eat up fast, it'll get cold.

Karamatsu: Ha, haha... I gratefully accept, brother. Munch, munch.... huff...

Option two: You'll just have to grin and bear it for now...

Karamatsu: Grin and bear it, huh... Certainly, whatever I do now, I'm bound to wind up hurting someone. In that case, bearing the pain my brothers give to me is just another aspect of my life...!

Karamatsu: (From that day on, I spent my days undergoing yet more unfair treatment from my brothers. But eventually time moved on... It has been XX years since that day, I am writing an autobiographical novel. I'm just finishing up all the loose ends at the end of the book...)

Karamatsu: Hmm..."I hadn't seen my brothers in over ten years. So the news of Osomatsu's death increased the darkness within me like a bolt out of the blue. However, I will never forget my brothers"... Good, now for the final part. "I suppose I shall never come across greater scum again in my lifetime." ...Alright, finished...!

Osomatsu: Wait, wait, wait!

Karamatsu: !?

Osomatsu: What kind of horrible future are you creating, Karamatsu? Don't just kill me off so easily!!!!

Karamatsu: So you're alive, Osomatsu.

Osomatsu: No, no, all six of us sextuplets went for oden at Chibita's yesterday, didn't we!? Hurry up and get out of your fantasy world!

Karamatsu: Fantasy...? That's right, I guess I'd started writing a novel that matched the way I'm feeling...

Osomatsu: Eh, is all this manuscript paper the novel you wrote?

Karamatsu: Yeah.

Osomatsu: And is all of this a vision for the future you created for yourself?

Karamatsu: Yeah.

Osomatsu: Scary! Painful! Ah, I can't stand this, I seriously feel like I'm going to die!

Osomatsu: (If we don't start being a little kinder to Karamatsu, who knows what he's going to do...)

Option three: Try harder to get them to understand you.

Karamatsu: Of course... I need to understand my own pain and get my brothers to acknowledge it. Hmm, if I asked Chibita, I think he'd help me. Alright, time to think of a plan.

Jyushimatsu: Oden! Oden!!

Choromatsu: Ah, the oden has stewed nicely again today.

Todomatsu: Chibita, radish and shirataki please.

Karamatsu: Radish and shirataki? That's a very girlish, Todomatsu like choice, isn't it? And very charming as well.

Todomatsu: ....Huh?

Choromatsu: Hey, why is Karamatsu here!? Get rid of him straight away, Chibita.

Chibita: The hell, starting today, this is the venue for The Karamatsu Talk Show @Oden Dinner Show!

Choromatsu: Ehh, what kind of painful show is that? Are you alright, Chibita, Karamatsu hasn't gotten a hold of one of your secrets and is blackmailing you, has he?

Karamatsu: You're off the mark there, Choromatsu. Chibita and I are soul link mates who empathised with one another.. and this is the result of our co-operation.

Todomatsu: Painful, painful, painful! What kind of oden stand is this?

Chibita: Karamatsu's words add spice to the oden which is like the universe itself... it's quite a stimulating atmosphere, don't you think?

Choromatsu: And even Chibita has been brainwashed into being painful. Arghh, I don't want to spend even one more second here.

Jyushimatsu: But we can't eat oden if we don't stay here, can we?

Choromatsu: !! Tha, that's not fair...!

Choromatsu: Huff, huff...! Ahh, this fried tofu is truly fantastic. I can feel the warmth and pride of the oden master...!

Todomatsu: Ahh, shochu is best drank straight after all. This smooth taste, and the hard boiled scent wafting upwards...

Karamatsu: (Yes... Choromatsu and Todomatsu have started coming out with more manly rock and roll remarks. Just one more to go...!)

Jyushimatsu: Chikuwa-love! Chikuwa-love! Puff, puff... yeah! Yummy, wonderful...!!

Karamatsu: (I did it! Even Jyushimatsu has been influenced by my talk show... If I keep doing talk shows like this all, of my brothers... and one day all of the world, will take on my distinctive colour.) Alright... brothers. Let’s go show mum and dad how you have been reborn.

Choromatsu: I see, Karamatsu. I’ll have to appeal to them with how I am now able to commit to new milestones.

Todomatsu: If I talk like this, the girls will soon be all over me.

Jyushimatsu: Appeal! Appeal!

Karamatsu: Alright, this is good! First, let’s get our parents to acknowledge the value of my existence…!

Matsuyo: Hey, NEETs! How long are you going to stay drunk for, wake up already!

Choromatsu: Uhhh, what are you talking about, mum…! I was dreaming that I had acquired a new identity and was creating a new generation…

Todomatsu: Yeah, I have to go save the Totty-girls…

Matsuyo: We’re not going to get anywhere like this. Father, bring some water in a bucket!

Matsuzo: Ok!

Karamatsu: What are doing, mum and dad!? My brothers have awoken to their new selves…!

Jyushimatsu: Dream! Dream!

Karamatsu: At this rate my plan to make the whole world like me will go down the drain!

Matsuyo: …Just as I suspected, this was your worthless plan, Karamatsu. Well, it’s not going to work. One of you is more than enough to fill us up.

Karamatsu: No!

Matsuzo: Mother, I brought the water. Should I tip it on them!?

Matsuyo: Do it, father!

Karamatsu: Ple, please wait! You’re ruining is my World is Me plan…! Wahhhhhhhhhhhhh!

#osomatsu san #mr osomatsu #translation #game #PS Vita #Karamatsu #05 #Stand by the Second Son #long post #Hachamecha shuushoku

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Prompto’s Birthday

Game: Final Fantasy XV

Characters: Prompto, Ignis, Lea

Pairing: Promnis

Rating: Teen

Author: The Usual Spot Cafe

Word Count: 1301 Words

Notes: Hey what’s up everybody! Sorry for the absence lately but school is kicking my ass (learning two foreign languages at once) but we are going to try and keep pumping out stories so please don’t forget us! Anyways, on to the story! Happy Birthday Prompto!! He is the best boy! Hope you all enjoy this!

Today was becoming the worst birthday ever. Prompto sniffled and burrowed himself deeper into the plush armchair. Of course, his birthday had to be on a cold, wet, rainy day and they had midterms this week, which meant of course Izunia gave them a five hundred question exam. Prompto sighed and adjusted his grip on the steaming mug Olette had given him. So far coming to the cafe had been the best idea he had all day. As soon as he walked in his cousins had attacked him with hugs and gifts. They were all small and simple, Roxas’s chocobo chick dumpling was his favorite. Though it was a little too cute to eat. Unfortunately, his cousins couldn’t stay long and had to go to class. They still tried to cheer Prompto up by convincing Olette to let him sit by the fireplace and paid for him to get a mug of his favorite tea. Plus, Prompto noticed that the theme of the cafe today was strangely chocobos, or at least everything Prompto had placed in front of him was.

Prompto shifted in his chair and checked his phone. His heart sinking a little bit further when he saw no new messages. Ignis has been gone when he woke up this morning and there had been no notes or messages. All day he hadn’t heard from the enigmatic man and it was beginning to worry him.

“Prom?”

“Hmm?” He looked up and caught Lea’s acid green eyes.

“It’s getting dark out. You might wanna head home before any prowling professors get wind that you’re here.” Lea smirked at the end making Prompto chuckle.

“Heh, yeah you’re right. Thanks Lea.” He brought the mug to his lips and drank the last few dregs before handing it to the redhead.

“You’re welcome, oh! And happy birthday Prompto!”

Prompto gave him a weak smile, “thanks dude.”

“Hey, I know I don’t have a lot of money, but if you’re ever in Radiant Garden looking for a tattoo, go to Firaga Tattoos, call up my friend Isa and tell him I sent you. You’ll get one for free.”

“You don’t have to go do that.”

Lea smirked, “I know man, but I am so deal with it.”

“Well thanks.” Prompto grinned at him before slipping on his jacket and beanie. Yes, it did have adorable cat ears on it, no it wasn’t girly and he totally didn’t steal it from iris. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you then, Prom.”

Prompto sighed and picked up his backpack, slinging the ratty thing over his shoulder and he headed out into the... rain... again. He groaned. “Great more rain.” He sighed and hunkered down his jacket and began the fairly short trek to his apartment. Everyone else had been up this morning to wish him happy birthday, it felt so odd to not have Ignis around. And when he brought it up they avoided the question. He received gifts from all of them, Luna and Noctis of course went overboard on spending and didn’t even realize it by buying him a brand new computer, Iris made him chocobo plushies, and Gladio got him some new running gear. His cousins’ gifts he hadn’t opened but knowing them all it was probably clothes or something Disney. He saw the labels were split up into their “trios” so it was anyone’s game really. The rain pelted down all around him, making him whine just a little as he jogged the last couple blocks to the building. Yes, he knows you get more wet when you run in the rain, but he would rather get out of it faster if he could. He didn’t even bother with the elevator on days like these and took the stairs up two at a time. By the time he reached his apartment he was practically wheezing. “Oh man... I need to go to the gym!” He took in a few gulps of air before twisting the key in the lock, eyebrow raising when he saw it was already unlocked. It was usually always locked. He let the door swing open, a soft glow illuminating his face as a scene of candles and fairy lights came into view. He gasped lightly and quickly racked his brain to make sure someone didn’t ask for the apartment to be empty tonight. Then he saw the table set up for two, a case of sunflowers in the middle. Prompto took off his shoes and bag and left them by the door, rushing towards the flowers and touching them reverently. “They’re so pretty.”

“I’m glad you like them.”

Promotes heart fluttered at the familiar sound. “Ignis.” He breathed as he turned, Ignis was... oh okay.... he was shirtless and just had his trousers and an apron on. The light just barely hid the bright red cheeks he had as he closed the door.

“I apologize for my manner of dress. I was in the middle of cooking when I realized I hadn’t showered. Then I was getting dressed and thought I smelled burning. You’re home earlier than I thought.”

“Lea sent me home ‘cause it was getting dark.”

“Ah of course.” Ignis cleared his throat and smiled at Prompto making him go weak. “Well no matter. I’m sorry I wasn’t here this morning darling, I was getting ready for your birthday surprise!”

Prompto looked around in awe. “It’s amazing Iggy, you really outdid yourself.”

Ignis smiles lightly and pushed up his glasses, “thank you darling. Now there’s still some cooking that needs to be done, why don’t you go take a shower and warm up. I’ll let you know when everything is ready.”

Prompto nodded gratefully and began walking towards the bathroom, “you’re the best boyfriend ever.”

Ignis snorted. “I highly doubt that but thank you.”

“No, you are, trust me. Can’t argue with the birthday boy.”

“No, I guess not. Now go wash up.” He said with a smile as he headed back into the kitchen. Prompto grinned and nodded, following his advice. The warm water rushed over him and melted any tension he had been holding all day. He tried not to stay in there for too long, taking a shorter one than usual. When he got out he could smell the food and hear Ignis plating the meal. “Perfect timing as always.”

Prompto chuckled and got dressed, walking out to the kitchen area, raising an eyebrow when he saw Ignis never put a shirt on. “Too hard to find a shirt Iggy?”

Ignis smirked and began pouring some wine. “And here I thought the birthday boy might like seeing me shirtless, ah well guess I’ll rectify that.”

“No!” Prompto held his hands up, blushing, “you’re perfectly fine the way you are.”

Ignis nodded and pulled out Prompto a chair for him, waiting until he sat down to push it back in. “That’s what I thought darling.”

Prompto looked down at the plate in front of him and grinned when he saw his favorite chili, “you really know how to do this right.”

“I try. Dig in.”

Prompto began eating, moaning at the flavor making Ignis smile proudly. “So... where’s my present? I think I deserve it now after dealing with you being gone all day.”

Ignis coughed lightly and shook his head. “Your gift has to be unwrapped, um... later...”

“How much later?”

“Much later... like nighttime later.” Ignis said with a slight blush as he tried to hide his face behind his wine glass.

Prompto gasped, a blush creeping on his face as he realized what Iggy was saying. “Geez Iggy you really went all out for the birthday huh?”

Ignis smiles at him. “Only the best for you darling.”

“Thanks, Ignis. I love you with all of my heart.”

“Forever and always my love.”

#theusualspotcafe #Ignis #ignis scientia #ffxv ignis #ffxv fanfiction #ffxv #prompto x ignis #promnis #Prompto #prompto argentum #happy birthday prompto #best boy #final fantasy xv

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loving-barnes · 8 years

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BIRTHDAY - STEVE ROGERS

(A/N): So, my birthday is coming and I thought about this during the ‘English Terminology’ class. I wanted to write something with Steve because I’m slowly falling for this man. Anyway, this is pure fluff and I’m satisfied with this work. Sorry for mistakes. O:)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: fluff, language (not much)

Words: 3051

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BIRTHDAY – STEVE ROGERS

The clock alarm went on at exactly 7 AM. It was Wednesday – the day she wished didn’t exist; the day she wished she was somewhere else and not in the tower. They all knew about this day and all she wanted was some peace and quiet. Why celebrate the fact that you are one year closer to the death? Why do even people celebrate a birthday? Last year, Tony threw her a massive surprise party and she ran away after two hours. She couldn’t stand it – too many people.

(Y/N) got up early in the morning and looked at the empty space next to her. He wasn’t there. Fury sent him on a risky mission and he was supposed to be back tomorrow evening. She sighed and scratched the back of her head. Her heart did have one small wish – spend the entire day with Steve, stay in the bedroom, cuddle and sleep. No parties, no presents, nothing. Just the two of them would be perfect. But he wasn’t there. It’s been almost a month since he went on a mission and it sucked.

The first thing she did was a long hot shower. It was a ritual – washing her hair, shaving legs and other parts of her body, putting on a special shower gel that got rid of the old dead skin. Every girl did that. It was a part of the daily routine. After she got out from the shower and dried her hair, it was time to put on some proper formal clothing. Fury wanted to send Maria to a special meeting, but (Y/N) took it before her friend could say otherwise. It was a plan – to do as much work as possible. No one would bother her while doing her work. (Y/N) took a deep breath when she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her long hair was in a proper bun, she put on a nude make-up and the tight clothes showed her figure perfectly.

At eight o’clock, she was in the kitchen drinking a small black coffee without milk. She was allergic to milk. Tony, Sam, and Natasha had no understanding of it. What was it so difficult to understand? She just can’t eat and drink any dairy products. It wasn’t that bad. Her skin got better, she lost weight and her digestion was now perfect.

“Morning,” she heard a male voice from the kitchen entrance. When she looked up, Tony was standing there in a Led Zeppelin shirt and dark boxers, his dark hair was messy and he even had circles under eyes. He wasn’t sleeping again. “I smell coffee,” he said calmly and approached her.

“Want some?” she pointed at the coffee maker. “I made more for you,” she put a gentle smile on her face and took another sip.

He poured himself a small cup of coffee and drank it in one gulp. “I should head back to the lab. I have a lot of work to do,” he said. Tony was mostly talking to himself. He didn’t need an answer from the woman. “Oh,” he stopped in tracks and looked back at (Y/N). “Happy Birthday kiddo,” he winked at her and left her alone.

That was the first person who congratulated her and surprisingly, he didn’t do anything big for her. It was relieving. (Y/N) drank the rest of the coffee and put it into a dishwasher. There was no time for a proper breakfast. She needed to be somewhere else in thirty minutes. While leaving the tower, she checked her phone. No texts from Steve, however, there was one message from her aunt, wishing her happy birthday. That was sweet. She quickly texted her back and also texted Natasha.

BRUNCH AT 11? SAME PLACE AS USUAL? LET ME KNOW.

She didn’t have to wait long for an answer. Before she stepped into one of Tony’s expensive cars, Natasha wrote her back. SURE. I’LL SEE YOU THERE.

Maria, Natasha and (Y/N) were very close. They worked together for several years, even before Steve was found and the Avengers were created. (Y/N) started at a very young age. She was barely 18 when she first came to S.H.I.E.L.D.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” (Y/N) said the AI’s name when she left the garage. “Please inform me if Steve texts me or leaves any kind of message for me. Of course, please tell me if the team is planning something for me today.”

“Of course, miss,” the AI with a feminine voice replied. “There are no plans for today, miss (Y/L/N). Dr. Banner is going with Mr. Stark to Washington on a very important meeting. Miss Maximoff is going to the Avengers compound outside the city with Vision.”

“I hope you are not lying,” she huffed and stopped the car at the crossroads. It was a good thing Tony put F.R.I.D.A.Y. into the car – very helpful. “If anyone asks what I’m doing, just tell them I’m working. I don’t want to be bothered today. Don’t forget about Steve. He’s the only exception even when he’s away.”

…

At 11 AM, (Y/N) and Natasha met at the restaurant where they always had brunch together. This time even Maria joined them. “I called Maria because I knew you wouldn’t mind,” Natasha smiled at her best friend and sat down. She put a small paper bag next to her legs so (Y/N) wouldn’t notice it. She did, but she pretended not to. “Did Fury tell you about the change?”

“What can I get you ladies?” a waiter came to their table with a note and a smile on his lips.

“Number three two times and one number five,” Maria ordered the meal for them. The food for (Y/N) was without any milk and milk products. “And orange juice, each.”

“What change?” (Y/N) asked the redhead when the waiter left them alone. “Natasha, what happened?” she could feel the blood boiling in her veins.

Maria looked at her friends and dryly gulped. “Steve won’t come tomorrow. He’s not injured but the mission went wrong. He’s fine, just don’t panic. He’ll be back maybe on Monday,” she said it sadly. “I’m so sorry. I know it’s your birthday today and you want to spend the time with your boyfriend.”

“Yeah, yeah,” (Y/N) leaned against the backrest and lowered her eyes down. “It’s our job, I know. At least he’s fine. That’s what matters,” she bit her lower lip and grabbed a glass of water that was already on the table. “Since Steve is not coming this weekend, would you like to have a girl’s night out? I’ll invite Wanda too.”

“I’m in!” Maria smiled.

Natasha grabbed the paper bag and put it on the table between her and the brunette. “This is a small gift for you from all of us,” the redhead winked at the birthday girl and handed her the bag. “It’s nothing big, but it’s something you really wanted.”

(Y/N) took out a birthday card. There was a note from the whole team. All of the people put names there, even Steve’s. They must have done it while he was still in the town. The girl smiled at them sincerely. When her hand took the actual gift from the bag, she immediately knew it was a book. After she got rid of the colourful paper, her eyes discovered what kind ofbook it was. “No way,” she laughed. “It’s the newest Game of Thrones book! Thank you!”

“You are welcome,” Maria winked at her. “We pulled some strings. The book is officially out in a week but we have Tony and he knows everyone and everyone knows him,” she explained.

The brunch was nice. The girls talked, ate food and enjoyed another hour together. Once they were done, they had to leave. Maria and Natasha had some arrangements to do and (Y/N) was supposed to work from the Tower. Fury wanted reports and documents and she needed to finish it as soon as possible. The women wanted to pay for the brunch, but (Y/N) refused.

“Thanks again!” the birthday girl smiled at her friends. “I’ll see you around.”

“Thanks for the food!” Natasha waved her hand.

Having friends like them was a blessing. Even when they were though, both of the women liked to do casual girly stuff – shopping, manicure, pedicure and other. Natasha was trying to hook up with Bruce and Maria was flirting with Sam – that was actually shocking…

The rest of the day was just like she wanted with an occasional ‘Happy Birthday’ from the team. When she returned to the tower, it was Sam who shook her hand and made her laugh while talking nonsense to her. They had a cup of tea together and after half an hour, he went to the gym where he was supposed to train with Clint.

She went into the conference room and started working on the reports. (Y/N) checked her phone for the twentieth time. No missed calls or texts from Steve. Did he forget? That wasn’t like him. He would at least call or write. With a sad sigh, she turned on her laptop and did her job until late night. It was better to do the whole work now than leave something for the next day. Now she knew she doesn’t have to wake up early and work again.

“Happy Birthday,” said Bruce who came to the conference room where he had his personal tablet. “How are you today?” he asked with a smile and sat next to her.

“Fine,” she replied calmly. “I had a lot of work to do today, but I’ve finally finished it and I can go to bed now,” (Y/N) put a gentle smile on her face. “What about you? How’s it going with Natasha?”

“We are going out tomorrow evening,” his face was red.

“Well, enjoy the night then,” she winked at him and closed the device. “Let me know how it went.”

“Do you want to hang out or something? It’s your birthday,” he suggested. “How about one drink?”

“No, thanks,” she faked a yawn. “I’m really going to bed. I’m not in a mood for anything at the moment. Steve’s not here. He didn’t even write me today. He’s not coming back until Monday. I’m going to get changed to something more comfortable and probably watch TV.”

And that’s what she did. After she took another shower, she put on one of Steve’s shirts and black panties that weren’t sexy at all. Why even bother? Her man was not there with her. (Y/N) sat down on a couch, turned on the TV and looked for something that would keep her mind off of this whole day. It was nice, peaceful, but the fact Steve didn’t call her was killing her.

“Fuck this,” she turned off the TV and hugged the nearest pillow they had on the couch. Why didn’t he call? Did something happened and no one wants to tell her the truth? She took a deep breath, held it for five seconds and then released. Biting her lower lip, she stood up and slowly walked around the living room.

After three years of dating, Tony gave them the whole floor so (Y/N) and Steve could live together. They had a nice apartment with many rooms, three bathrooms, and kitchen so big the whole family of hers would fit there. Her (e/c) eyes looked at the black piano that was standing in the corner of the living room. It’s been weeks since she played on it.

(Y/N) sat on the chair that belonged to the piano and put fingers on the keyboard. From out of nowhere, she started to play a song that she loved. ‘Somewhere only we know’ by Lily Allen. The clip was adorable, with animals and the song itself was very gentle and touching.

“So why don’t we go, somewhere only we know?” she sang softly, her hands sliding on the keyboard. She knew this song like the back of her hand and she knew even Steve loved it. There were times when she played it when everything was dark and bad. She needed to bring the smile that used to be on her face back. However, this time, it only made her feel sadder.

After the last notes, she felt hot tears slowly fall down her cheeks. Why was she crying? With a finger, she wiped off the tears and cleared her throat. Damn this day.

“Happy birthday,” she heard from the door. She lost her breath for a moment and looked at the man who was standing there, holding a small muffin in his hand with a lit candle on it. Steve had a gentle smile on his lips. He was wearing a dark blue shirt and black pants. What was with the formal clothes? (Y/N) made a soft noise and bit her lower lip. This was indeed a nice surprise and she cried even more.

The smile was back on her face while tears were falling down her cheeks. “Steve,” she quickly put a strand of hair behind her ear. “You are back,” she said it softly, almost scared to talk because her voice was cracking. The moment was pure and perfect - as if she was in a romantic movie.

“Well, I couldn’t leave my best girl all alone on her birthday day,” he took steps closer to her and handed her the muffin. “This one is for you and you can even eat it – no milk at all. Just make a wish, (Y/N),” he sat down on the chair next to her. “And I’ll do my best to make it happen.” There was the adorable smile she loved.

She gently touched his cheek and stroked it with her thumb. “It already came true,” she admitted, but she did blow the candle. “You are here, Steve. That’s all I wanted. I’m glad you are back.”

“I love you, (Y/N),” he was looking into her eyes. “I’m sorry I had to tell the team to lie to you about my arrival,” he laughed a little. “I thought it would be a nice surprise for you.”

“And it was,” she put the muffin on the top of the piano and snuggled closer to him. Steve’s big protective hands wrapped around her and he kissed the top of her head. “It made me really sad when girls told me you are coming back on Monday. And, to be honest, I was quite pissed off when you didn’t even write me today. I was scared something bad had happened to you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he stroked her back and then looked again into her eyes. “That was definitely not my intention. Besides, you sing beautiful, love,” he whispered. “I love this song so much. It reminds me all the beautiful times together – all the trips, missions, worries. All those things brought us to this moment,” he nuzzled his nose against hers.

“Should I bring champagne?” (Y/N) asked. “I smell a nice speech here.”

He softly kissed her lips and breathed in her cherry scent. “I’m slowly preparing the most beautiful speech for our wedding,” he kissed the tip of her nose and winked at her.

“Wow, our wedding?” she laughed a little. “That’s new, Rogers,” she tilted her head. His big hands found her tiny one and he placed something in them. “What’s that?”

“One more gift I brought you and with the gift, there is one question I need to ask you.” Steve slowly went down from the chair and kneeled on one knee. He saw the change of expression in her face. Her gorgeous (e/c) eyes widened and she gasped. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?” His fingers swiftly opened the velvety box she was holding and showed her a silver ring with a diamond in the middle of it.

(Y/N) started to cry. The ring was beautiful, the way Steve set this up was just perfect and she didn’t even care she was wearing a pyjama. “Yes,” her voice cracked and she bit her lip. “Yes, yes, many times yes, Steve,” she quickly shook her head. He couldn’t even put the ring on her finger; she tightly hugged him around his neck and kissed his right temple. “Oh Steve,” she cried.

He was smiling like a little kid. He pulled her body as close as he could, breathing in the cherry scent. “I love you, my love,” he whispered into her ear. When she pushed her body a little, (Y/N) captured his lips with hers and kissed him passionately. It’s been a long time since they kissed like this. She missed Steve’s lips, tongue, and the way he held her. “I love you,” he said it one more time while kissing.

“I love you too, Captain,” she looked into his eyes. “Of course I will marry you. You just made me happy, Steve. You are the best birthday gift ever,” and once again she kissed him. “You are my everything, Steve.”

He finally had the time to put the ring on her finger. He did it slowly, enjoying every move, every second of the act, like he couldn’t believe it was real. His heart was beating fast and loud. He even had to bite his lower lip. “So, champagne?” he raised his brow. “I think we should celebrate two very special occasions today. Your birthday,” he gave her a quick peck on the lips, “and the engagement.”

“Hm,” she hummed, thinking about a better idea. “How about we take the party to the bedroom?” she cocked her head and made a flirty grimace. “We can take the champagne into the bed too.”

“I love the idea,” the blond man pulled her into his arms and stood up. “Well, future Mrs. Rogers, let’s celebrate.”

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