#thing filled with rage and calmed by the power of friendship and understanding and pink thing that has a siren's song and was flirty before

[squishosaur]

Consider: Fem!Jamiazu as Kuromi gf x My Melody gf dynamic. No I don’t know anything about sanrio characters, I just know the aesthetics of the two characters and how they are almost opposites. Anyway hopefully you understand this because its so silly to me

-Snake Anon

considered :3 i think jamil would also keep a diary of 10,000+ instances where azul was mildly irritating.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 5.5 Bonus

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T+ for language Warnings: None Summary: Local feral human spends some time with their new family. Four short bits featuring Daphne (Maiden OC), Bela, Lady D, Daniela, and a surprise guest. Enjoy. Previous Chapters: 1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring; 2: Bloodbath, Baby!, 3: Haunt Me Dearly, 4: Portraits For Ghosts, 5: Heart Of The Matter

5.5: Family

i.

“Wait, you’re telling me that you came here willingly?” You asked, mouth agape, eyes wide. It felt like every time you talked to Daphne she had something incredible to say. Which was, of course, why she was your favorite maiden to talk to. That, and the fact that she had adapted so quickly to your ‘charming personality’. So far she was the only servant you had been willing to be honest with. Mainly about your feelings regarding your blood bond, but also just about your relationship with Cassandra in general. Something about Daphne simply made her incredibly approachable. From what you had heard, you weren’t the only one to think as such, with her being fairly popular among the castle workers.

“More of us do than you might expect. Some consider it an honor to serve one of the four Lords, and Castle Dimitrescu is certainly… nicer than either the factory or the reservoir. Personally, I came here for a friend of mine. She, well, had less of a choice. I couldn’t bear the thought of her being here without knowing anyone, so it felt like I only had one option. Can’t say I regret my decision, if you can believe it,” Daphne explained, folding laundry all the while. At the same time, you carefully sort through the not yet washed clothing, separating them into two baskets. After all, you wouldn’t want Lady Dimitrescu to end up with a pink dress! Technically this wasn’t your job, nor did you have a job at all, but you hated having idle hands- especially when talking to someone who was working. At first Daphne had protested, but she had given in upon realizing just how stubborn you could be.

“That’s… impressive. I mean, holy shit, that's a real ride or die friendship right there. Is she, uh, is your friend still, you know, around?” You stuttered, cursing your tongue for asking such a thing. If the answer was no, you were going to feel like a real asshole. Which, admittedly, you had a tendency to be. But this wasn’t one of the times where it was intentional. Thankfully, Daphne is all smiles, and even seems amused by your spluttering.

“Yes, we’re even roommates. Well, us and five others. Possibly with a sixth one on the way, if we ever get someone to fill the empty space,” she replies, pausing to think. Then she’s back to work, refusing to waste any time. “Speaking of roommates… I know I said I’m not one for gossip, and I meant it, but a little songbird told me that Cassandra seems to be in a much better mood these days. Are the two of you, well, getting along? It would be nice to know that soulmates can overcome even the roughest of introductions.” There’s a hint of something odd in her tone, and you take a moment to wonder what she’s (unintentionally) hinting at. Had she met her soulmate, only for things to go poorly?... Before answering her, you make a mental note, deciding to see if any of the other maidens had a scar across their nose.

“It’s not like she and I are dating or anything. We’re just, you know, not hating each other. Currently,” you said, shrugging. But Daphne raises an eyebrow at you, and you find yourself instinctively feeling guilty, somehow feeling small next to the shortest person you knew. “Alright, alright, we might have… Okay we kissed. And promised each other not to die, because having your soulmate die hurts like hell. Also maybe she showed me her mom’s art collection and I made a joke about the titty sculptures because holy shit, this house has a lot of titties.” At this, Daphne bursts into laughter, grinning from ear to ear.

“Amen to that, for sure.”

ii.

“So… fan of science, I see,” you say, awkwardly, bouncing a little on your heels. Next to you is the eldest Dimitrescu daughter, who had unexpectedly joined your table in the library. There were several other places she could have sat, with both more comfortable seating and more workspace, but for some reason she had chosen here. So far she hadn’t said a word. Hell, you hadn’t spoken to her since your first meeting, where she had suggested killing you. Naturally, you weren’t quite sure what to make of her. Something told you that she felt much the same about yourself.

“Fan of oversimplification, I see,” Bela counters, after a few tense seconds. Then she sets down her book- a heavy text about Romanian avian fauna- to give you her full attention. “It would be more accurate to say that I enjoy studying biology, particularly the branch of zoology.” Well, this conversation was certainly… happening. Honestly, you couldn’t tell whether she was legitimately judging you, or merely chaffing you for her own amusement.

“You’ll have to, er, forgive me for being overly broad. Consider it a side effect of my nerves, those themselves being due to our unsavory introduction. In case you don’t recall, you put that sickle of yours into my shoulder,” you reminded, with a sarcastic smile. To your surprise, Bela chuckles at this, almost as if fondly remembering the incident. Seriously, you think, why did my soulmate have to be from this family?

“Staying silent was an option. Perhaps that would have suited you better?” Bela says, now clearly teasing, smile much more genuine than your own. Knowing she had a point, you’re quick to blush, mildly embarrassed.

“Touche. I am curious, however, why you decided to sit next to me in the first place. I certainly wouldn’t have tried starting a conversation if you hadn’t,” you explained.

“Like I said… I enjoy studying zoology,” Bela replies, with a sly grin. It takes you a few moments to understand the intended implications. Once you do, however, you’re giving her a hard stare. Then you scoot your chair a few inches away from her, in exaggerated movements. “Don’t worry, I was only joking. Though you certainly are an interesting human. Much more, hmm, cheeky? Compared to the servants, at least.”

“Somehow I get the feeling that they simply prefer being alive, as opposed to not being as snippy. Except maybe Daphne, now that I think about it. Very sweet, that one,” you muse. “Regardless, I think I’ll return to my book now, for it lacks a tongue, and is therefore less likely to taunt me.” Doing just as you had said, you open the book, holding it a bit higher than what would be comfortable, so that it becomes a ‘shield’ of sorts. Nothing was quite as satisfying as subtle body language.

Accepting your words with a shrug, Bela also resumes reading, turning to a bookmarked page. Roughly an hour of relative quiet passes. Neither of you so much as glance at each other, not even when she drops the pen she had been taking notes with. In the end, you are the one who leaves first, and finally the silence is broken. You give your goodbyes, and Bela returns them politely. Though you do not know it, she sets her book down as soon as you leave, pausing to think about you. Now that things had ‘calmed down’, it was reassuring for her to know that you weren’t always full of spite. Still, you held onto your cleverness (for the most part), leaving her with no doubt about the universe’s decision. You were her sister’s soulmate.

iii.

“It’s official: I’m lost in a creepy castle. The universe hates me. Probably should have realized that sooner, considering how it decided to introduce me to my soulmate,” you mutter, scowling deeply, as you wander unfamiliar halls. How had you even gotten lost? Sure, you had taken a wrong turn, but it hadn’t taken long for you to realize your mistake! Evidently you somehow managed to make another one while backtracking. Now you were standing in the center of the corridor, hands on your hips, desperate for some maiden to come rescue you. What you really didn’t want was Cassandra to find you, because she’d make fun of you for the rest of your life. It’s not like she had specifically joked about you getting lost before. Except that was exactly what had happened.

A few minutes pass uneventfully. There aren’t even any distant sounds of life; no footsteps, nor echoing voices, nor the squeaking of floorboards. All you can hear is your own breathing. As well as the occasional sigh, admittedly. By this point, there’s a part of you that’s starting to panic. After all, there was a chance that the castle was big enough for certain sections to be abandoned. Hopefully that’s not the case, you think, I mean, they’d cut the power to those parts, right? Here’s hoping… With that in mind, you get back to wandering, figuring that you’d have to eventually run into a familiar landmark. Or better yet, someone who actually knew the castle’s layout.

When salvation at last reveals its holy visage, it is not in the form of a lowly servant, rather the muffled voice of none other than Lady Dimitrescu herself. Neither her exact words nor who she’s speaking to is clear. At first, you can’t even tell where her voice is coming from, but you quickly approach one closed door, then another, searching for the source. Several doors later you’re certain you’ve found her. By then you can tell that she’s not alone. Not wanting to seem rude by interrupting, you take a few steps back, leaning against the wall to wait. For the most part you still cannot make out what’s being said, but a few words do reach your ears.

“-expected more from you. How am I-” the voice gets cut off, not by Alcina, rather a sudden gust of air, akin to massive wings flapping. When the speaker continues, they are both louder and angrier. “Someone is listening. Have you not taken steps to ensure our privacy?” Then the door is swinging open, revealing your soulmate’s mother. At first she’s practically shaking with rage, but her expression turns to shock when she sees you.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Cassandra?” Lady Dimitrescu asks, clearly stressed, as she steps into the corridor. There’s movement behind her, although you cannot make out any details. Besides, you’re quick to answer her, wishing to avoid her wrath (and that of whoever she was speaking to).

“I’m so sorry, Lady Dimitrescu, I was walking from the dining hall to Cassandra’s studio, and I took a wrong turn. I’ve been wandering for half an hour now. When I heard your voice, I thought perhaps I could, well, enlist your assistance. But you were busy, so I figured I’d wait outside. If I had-...” you pause, gulping, as the other figure steps into view. It’s a face you’re all too familiar with. One that popped up countless times through the village, and again throughout the castle, the owner’s name always spoken with acclaim, with worship. Mother Miranda, in the flesh, wings spreading out behind her, somehow cutting a more impressive silhouette than even Lady Dimitrescu. Instantly you’re falling to your knees, knowing that your sharp tongue was no match for this practical goddess.

“Who is this, Dimitrescu? Why isn’t their blood staining your claws?” Miranda questions, gaze never leaving your trembling form.

“This… this is one of my daughters’ soulmates. They were brought in with the last group of sacrifices,” Lady Dimitrescu explains, uncharacteristically hesitant. ‘Twas a true testament to Miranda’s power, as well as her influence, that she could make someone so powerful seem so weak. Which was exactly why you were shaking with anxiety. But to your surprise, the goddess does not immediately order your execution for your trespass.

“And already they know their place, hmm? Kneeling before me?” Miranda says, a strange smile dancing on her lips. Whatever anger she had been feeling a minute prior had faded, though you couldn’t even begin to guess as to why. Regardless, both Alcina and yourself are quite relieved, though neither of you are quick to show it. “Either they have a good head on their shoulders, or you still take care of some of your duties. Very well, they may live. For now. But I expect next week’s report to be far more favorable. I don’t need to remind you of the price for failing me.” With that said, Mother Miranda turned to leave, a swirling mass of dark feathers flying past you.

A minute passes, maybe two, before either of you feel capable of speaking up.

“Let’s get you back where you belong, yes?” Lady Dimitrescu says, quietly, before placing her hand on your shoulder to guide you. Tension hangs clear and heavy over both of you. Even as you walk down corridor after corridor, the feeling does not ease. At least not until you’re back in familiar territory, near where you had originally made your mistake, finally able to breathe a little. It’s here that Lady Dimitrescu pauses to speak once more. “Tomorrow I will assign one of the servants to give you a tour, in the hopes that this does not happen again. Furthermore, I ask that you forget everything you heard earlier, for it is neither your business… or my daughter’s.” You’re quick to nod, and with that she bids you farewell, leaving you alone. Now, you think, was it left from here, or right?

iv.

“I’m just going for a walk. Why do you care so much? It’s not like it’s any of your business,” Daniela assures you, despite the fact that all you had done was say ‘hello’. If this was her attempt at casting aside suspicion, she had done a terrible job of it. What made her so nervous? Was it even worth investigating? Only one way to find out.

“You’re rather bundled up, planning on being out for long?” You ask, trying to sound casual, leaning against the wall as you did. In response, Daniela pretty much stomps her foot. There’s something odd in her expression, however, that implies your question hit a soft spot. Certainly wasn’t what you had expected. “Don’t mind me, just trying to make conversation with my soulmate’s sister. Speaking of her… have you seen Cassandra? Is she, perhaps, going with you?” A little misdirection never hurt anyone. Probably.

“No!” Daniela replies, fast as a gunshot, too much emphasis to be unintentional. But she realizes her mistake as soon as she’s made it, and makes a clear effort to relax herself. “She’s probably in her studio, doing whatever it is she calls art, on the other end of the house. Besides, I don’t want any company for this walk.” For a moment you merely squint at her, unsure of how to proceed. In the end, you decide that it really is none of your business, being more than satisfied by what teasing you’ve already done.

“Alright, alright. Well then, I’ll leave you be. Just… be careful, yeah? If you get hurt, and your mother finds out that I didn’t stop you from going… not sure Cassandra could save me,” you say, with a shrug. At first Daniela can’t decide whether to be upset or relieved, but she seemingly settles for the latter, giving you a brief nod before heading outside. As the door shut behind her, you couldn’t help but wonder if you had done the right thing.

[wrenhyperfixates]

Stay the Night

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Your fear of thunderstorms leads you to invite Loki to stay the night at your place. Warnings: none A/N: Happy reading :)

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Disclaimer: Gif not mine

It was raining. No, that was an understatement. It was pouring; torrents of water attacked your house. You thanked the powers that may be for letting you get your leak fixed last month. You didn’t mind the rain, not really, but this was just depressing. And the strength of the storm was a little scary, too. The claps of thunder seemed to rattle the very foundation of your house, and you jumped a little every time. There was only one thing making the relentless downpour bearable. Loki.

“Darling?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. “Is there something wrong?”

You tried to relax your visibly tense body. “Yeah, I’m ok. Totally fine.”

He looked unconvinced, but kept his skepticism to himself. No need to pry, he supposed. He took your hand in his and used his thumb to rub circles on the back of it. He hoped it would help calm you. There was a time he never would have been so bold as to initiate contact, but you changed that. You’d shown him it was ok to do. With you it was, anyway.

As another boom of thunder filled the air, you squeezed Loki’s hand tighter. He gave you another concerned look. He wasn’t very fond of thunderstorms himself, and he wondered if the same thing was plaguing you. The thought reminded him of his brother, and then the Tower. He really should be getting back home, but how he so hated to leave you, his precious mortal.

You’d met him one day in the Tower. You were the receptionist on the first floor, and more often than not, Loki chose just to teleport in and out. At that time, it had only been a month since you’d gotten the job, and you’d yet to see the god. For whatever reason, he decided to use the front door that day. You stopped him as he tried to walk through the security measures without checking in.

“Excuse me, sir,” you’d said. “I’m going to need to see your Tower ID.”

“Oh, darling,” he’d said. “I do not think I need any verification. Perhaps I should introduce myself. I am Loki of Asgard.” He’d bowed and placed a kiss to the back of your hand.

“And I’m in charge of this reception desk,” you’d replied, puffing up your chest and blocking his way. He laughed a little. “And I need some ID.”

“Very well,” he’d sighed. As he searched for the little card, you let out a breath of relief. You’d never had this trouble with any of the other Avengers. He finally found it and presented it with a charming smile. “Aha! Here we are, darling. Are we all good here then?”

“Yup,” you said, swiping him through. “Have a nice day, Loki of Asgard.”

“And to you too, but I do not think I caught your name.” You gave it to him, and he’d repeated it with yet another smile. “I look forward to our next meeting.”

“Me too,” you responded with a shy grin back at him.

He made sure to always use the door after that, usually waiting until he got to the desk to pull out his ID, giving him a chance to chat with you. Your friendship quickly blossomed, and you both developed feelings for each other. Not that either of you would admit it out of fear the other wouldn’t feel the same.

Right now, he would just teleport home, since your friendly face wouldn’t be there to greet him with a smile. He didn’t really want to go, but he also didn’t want to overstay his welcome. You hadn’t given him any reason to think he had, it was just his nature to believe that was so.

“I had better take my leave before it gets too late,” he told you, making to stand up.

“No!” you shouted with an unexpected urgency. “Uh, what I mean is that you shouldn’t go out in this storm. Why don’t you stay the night here? If that’s not weird, of course.”

His heart beat a little faster as you desperately clung to his hand. Of course he could tell you that it was no trouble; with his magic, he wouldn’t have to set foot outside. But he could tell this was about something more than you were saying. Besides, who was he to turn down some more time with you?

“It is not weird at all, darling,” he replied, getting comfortable on the couch once more. “It sounds like a wonderful idea. Thank you for the offer.”

“You’re welcome.”

He brought his arms around you and hugged you to his chest, gently running his hand up and down your arm in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. From the way you relaxed against him, he supposed that it was. As the episode you were watching finished, you flipped through the channels and landed on the Food Network. The food on the screen caused an embarrassingly loud grumble in your stomach, but Loki just beamed at you.

“Are you hungry, darling?” he asked. “Perhaps I could make us a snack?”

“I’m the host,” you replied, with a shake of your head. “I should be providing the food.”

“How about we make it together then?” he suggested. “What would you like?”

“I’m craving nachos right now, if that’s fine with you.” You were met with a blank stare. “Do you not know what nachos are?” you exclaimed in disbelief.

“I am afraid I do not,” he chuckled. It never ceases to amaze you how there was always some other new Midgardian food to introduce him to. “I will gladly try them, though. You will have to take the lead on the cooking, of course.”

You nodded your head and led him to your kitchen, pulling out the ingredients you’d need. You cooked the chicken while Loki cut up the tomatoes and lettuce. You instructed Loki on how to prepare the rest of the toppings while you melted the cheese on the chips. All the delicious aromas filling the kitchen only served to make your stomach growl louder. You sheepishly giggled as the both of you loaded up the plate with everything you’d made.

“Are they ready, then?” Loki asked. “Should I try it?”

You excitedly nodded yes. He picked up a chip with all the toppings on it. He sniffed at it before closing his eyes and taking a delicate bite. His eyes shot open in excitement as the flavors exploded on his tongue. He quickly polished off the rest of the chip.

“It is delicious, darling! You are quite the talented chef, you know.”

You shifted your weight, never sure how to react to a compliment. “Thanks, Loki. You are too.”

He gestured to the plate, and you took your first bite. As you stood at the counter, chatting and eating, you almost forgot about the storm raging on outside. Well, that was until you finished the dish, and thunder sounded once more, the rain attacking with a revived fury.

“Do you wish to go to bed now?” he inquired, mistaking your masked fear as exhaustion. “I hope I have not kept you up.”

“No, not at all,” you were quick to reassure him. “Actually, I want to stay up a while longer. We could even make a pillow fort! That is if, uh, if you wanted to.”

“That sounds like a splendid idea, darling.”

You’d introduced him to the notion the first time the two of you were up late together, and he’d taken to it immediately. You’d suggested he should be the prince of the fort, but he’d insisted that you take on the role of monarch. He did the same now as you gathered the pillows, blankets, and cushions, setting to work building your haven on the floor and couch.

“Well, darling,” he said, leaning back and pulling you with him, “I think we did a pretty good job.”

“Even better than last time,” you agreed.

As you turned the TV back on, you found you were more interested in studying Loki’s face than watching the movie he’d picked. He was so beautiful, down to every last detail. Realizing the sheer number of times his perfect, pink lips had formed the word darling made your heart skip a beat or two. He’d been saying it since he first met you, but it was different now; softer, more caring. He thought what was actually a thrill induced shiver was a sign that you were cold, and carefully draped a blanket around your shoulders, holding you even closer than before.

“Are you truly feeling alright?” he fretted. “You are not feeling ill, are you?”

“No, Loki. Don’t worry. I’m totally and completely fi-”

Thunder cut off your sentence once more, and you whimpered, confirming his suspicions from earlier. Before you could explain the involuntary reaction away, Loki cupped your cheeks and looked deep into your eyes.

“Darling!” he exclaimed. “You are afraid of the thunder.”

“I am,” you wailed, burying your head in your hands as his arms wrapped around you. He held your head to his chest, rocking back and forth ever so slightly. “I am. This is so embarrassing.”

“Nonsense. I am rather terrified of it, too. Far too many unpleasant memories of Thor’s temper tantrums and combat training,” he grimaced. “Does it carry the same kind of horrid association for you?”

“Mhm. When I was a kid,” you said, taking a deep breath, “a bolt of lightning struck the tree in my front yard. It fell over, and the entire house was soon engulfed with flames. My family and I were all ok, but it was scary.”

“And understandably so!” he comforted you. “I am so sorry you went through something so horrid. I promise you are safe here with me, though. I will never let anything harm you.”

You lifted your head and looked into his eyes, only to bury it back in the crook of his neck at another clap of thunder. He rubbed your back again and comfortingly shushed you as you whimpered more, reassuring you that you would be alright. That he would make sure of it. All of a sudden, that was the only noise you were hearing. Well, that and the TV. Everything else went quiet. You dared to peek up, and saw Loki smiling at you, but with concern in his eyes.

“What happened?” you asked, perplexed by the sudden silence of the storm outside.

“I have cast a spell. A bubble of silence of sorts,” he replied. “It is a talent I developed for when things get really bad.”

“Thank you. It’s perfect.”

“You are welcome,” he whispered as you snuggled closer to him. He placed a kiss to your head and immediately feared he’d overstepped. “I am sorry, darling. I hope I have not made you uncomfortable.”

“On the contrary,” you said, pecking him on the lips, “I wouldn’t mind more.”

He recovered quickly from his shock and moved to kiss you again. It was sweet and gentle, yet you were drowning. Drowning in his scent, his taste, his everything. But you didn’t mind. If the air was taken from your lungs, this was a good way to go.

“I love you, Loki,” you said, a radiant smile gracing your face.

“And I you, my darling.”

As you kissed again, you thought that thunderstorms might not be that bad, after all.

[moonlightandlilacs]

Marinette runs away from her parents after being expelled in “Ladybug.”  Instead of trying to akumatize all of Marinette’s friends, Hawkmoth waits to see what happens, sensing a lot of power in Marinette and wanted to take advantage of it.  He is also worried about Nathalie and reluctant to use her in his scheme, what with her failing health.

Not wanting to go home after her parents believed the lies about her in the locker room, Marinette somehow finds herself at the Liberty.  As soon as she sees Luka, she breaks down.  Luka is, understandably, confused.

“Whoa, Marinette, are you okay?”

He gets a lot of mumbles and tearful cries muffled by his chest in return, and he quickly wraps an arm around her and leads her down to his bunk.  He tells her to say whatever and however much or little she wants.  It takes time, but he eventually gathers that some girl named Lila (he feels like that name is familiar somehow; he’ll have to ask Jules later) has done some pretty awful things to Marinette, and now she’s been disowned by her friends and kicked out of school.  There’s something about being pushed down the stairs, but since he doesn’t see any bruises on Marinette, he figures he must have misheard that part.

Just as Marinette is finally beginning to calm down and be wholly understandable, Juleka arrives home from school and comes strolling into the room.  Marinette takes one look, turns white as a sheet, and runs.

Juleka looks after the fleeing, tearful girl for a searching moment and then brings her unhidden eye back to her brother, looking somewhat ashamed.

“...she didn’t... she didn’t do it, huh?” Juleka mutters.  Luka simply gives her a look and then takes off after Marinette.  He finds her sitting on top of the greenhouse, and though he’s not entirely sure how the short girl made it up there, he pulls himself up beside her.

“I’m sorry, Luka, I should go.  Juleka probably doesn’t want to see me, and this is your home, and my parents are probably worried, and-” her words are cut off as she finds her face buried in Luka’s chest.

“Marinette, you didn’t do anything wrong, and Juleka knows that.”

“But Lila-”

“-is a liar, clearly, and we’re going to prove it.  I told you once before: you’re as pure as a musical note and sincere as a melody.  No one as pure as you would do this kind of thing, and anyone who knows you knows that.  Or they should.  We’re going to make it right.  I don’t know how this Lila girl could possibly treat you this way, but she won’t get away with it.  Not this time.”

He’s gathered from some of the jumbled half-stories earlier that this wasn’t the first time this Lila has tried to upset Marinette, and that thought is nearly too much for him.

Luka feels rage bubbling inside him, and he knows Marinette is drowning in sorrow, so he isn’t all that surprised to see a somewhat familiar purple butterfly fluttering toward them.  Marinette looks up just in time to spot it, and she freezes.  Luka, knowing her delicate situation (can’t have Ladybug getting akumatized, after all), pulls away from her still-shaking form and catapults himself at the akuma.  Before Marinette can stop him, he grabs the fluttering insect in his fist.

Distantly, he hears Marinette scream his name, and then his ears fill with the silken, treacherous voice of Hawkmoth.  His vision blanks out as the villain tries to regain control; this hadn’t been his plan, after all.  He had been after the girl.  But he can make this work.  Luka patiently lets him speak his piece, and then he simply says “no.”

Hawkmoth stutters for a moment, but before he can even attempt to recover, Luka repeats himself, even more firmly, and cuts the connection.

His vision clears and his hearing returns, and he realizes Marinette is panicking behind him.  The akuma is still in his fist, and he quickly uses his other hand to form a gentler cage.  After all, the butterfly didn’t ask to be used for evil like this.

“-you can’t, Luka, please, I can’t fight- see you like that again, and I-”

“Marinette.  Can your kwami cleanse this, or do you need to transform?  It’s... unsettling to hold.”

“I-you... huh?”  She looks him up and down, noting the lack of a glowing purple butterfly mask or ominous purple-black goo turning him evil, and she’s so confused she doesn’t grasp what he said.  Thankfully, Tikki is quicker on the draw, and she swoops into his hands to deal with the akuma.

“Tikki!  What are you doing?  You can’t, he, secret... wait.”  She comes to a halt and looks him in the eyes for the first time since she collapsed into his grip when she arrived.  “You said...”  Thankfully, at that moment, Tikki somehow cleanses the akuma, and Luka puts his newly freed hands onto Marinette’s trembling shoulders.

“Now isn’t the time, Marinette.  We can talk about that later, I promise.  Right now, we need to focus on getting you absolved and making sure Lila doesn’t do something like this to you again.  Can you start from the beginning again, so that I can fully understand what’s going on?”

She panics for a moment more; he can see it in her eyes.  But then her posture changes, and he recognizes that Ladybug has come to play.  She’s scared and confused, but Ladybug can prioritize and push things aside, and that’s exactly what Marinette does.  She tells the story of Lila from the girl’s first day at François Dupont, and she doesn’t stop until she catches up with the present.

Luka is trying not to combust thinking of all the ways in which Marinette has been wronged.  He almost wishes he had kept the akuma instead of letting the pink kwami (he’ll ask after names later: mental note, and since when is his mind this chaotic?  Okay, focus) take care of it.  Beyond Lila’s awful behavior, and that’s a big beyond, there is the behavior of Marinette’s friends.  Because how can they have abandoned her like this?  How can they have heard her song and let it be mis-played so badly by this girl?  This-this... okay, deep breaths, no more akumas.  And Adrien knew and did nothing?  What kind of friendship is that?  Letting Marinette be abused so that Lila doesn’t get her feelings hurt?  He’ll be having some words with the boy later, and they won’t be “kwamis bless.”  This is the boy that Marinette is in love with, and he has betrayed her.

Luka forces himself to refocus yet again.  There are many wrongs that need to be righted in this mess, but right now, his feelings on the subject are irrelevant, and it’s time to help Marinette.  No revenge, not this time.  Justice, no akuma needed.

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merman!jungkook x chubby reader

summary of the tale - jungkook was the son of Poseidon and you were a mortal what more was to come when you were saved by him, friendship?. or will this end in a tragic tale of war between love and law.

genres - romance, friendship, comedy and angst (further on)

part 2 / part 3 to be continued...

The tender sound of the water crashing against the sand soothing your intense battle of mind, occurrences of the past slowly easing from your image, embracing the intense energy of the moon that controlled the tides as the gentle beach breeze brushed through your locks, carefully dragging in a long sigh, tilting your head back to relax the rising tension in your shoulders with eyes closed tuning in with the sound, the endless battle of sand and the ocean.

How soft the ocean could make you feel, the intense feeling of being free from the caged you fought to unlock all your life. the profound scenes you would imagine in any moment given time, cliches being played out when you would no longer cage your imagination.

The stars blanketing the sky blessing you with an unnoticed smile, a genuine smile. 

Tides coming in and out against the reflection of the moon emitting a light that could comfort you through thick and thin, you flicked a piece of water splashing its substance across the oceans blanket a chuckle leaving your reddened lips as you constantly bit at them anxiously.

You gripped the edges of the wharf staring out into the distant, searching for another constellation to steal your attention away as you admired the intense warmth of the sky and all its gifts, but your train of thoughts halted when a tug came at your ankle, thinking it was all in your head you ignored the feeling.

But when it happened again you grew mortified with the possibilities of what could possibly be tugging at you right now, watching enough horror movies to make you suspicious of anything “don’t look do-” your sentence was cut short when you were forced under the tide with the fearful giggles of children.

You couldn’t scream under the odorless liquid, the water covering your vision making you fear for what’s to come, hands wrapped around your ankles pulling you further and further into the deep of the ocean tossing and turning to regain the anchor of life within yourself.

Swallowing water seizing your endless screams, you gazed down lifelessly. the bright tint of blue scales was the last thing you pictured before crossing the line of death, sinking further into the next realm.

Amidst you sinking the mythical children released your feet, their advanced ears catching on to the low vibration of their prince, fear-stricken they fled the scene leaving you surrounded by the dark seas with your arms reaching out to salvation, hair messily straddling the current.

You were ripped from your place as the male who gripped your waist swam as fast as he could to reach the air before your lung com busted with over fulfillment of saltwater, a judgment he felt had no place in his mind but a raging feeling of familiarity enticed him to rescue you if he could.

“oh, please don’t be dead!!” he panicked, shoving past the wharf to let you rest against the wood supporting you, his Finn restricting him from crossing any further from his world to yours, using his abilities to release the water in your lungs fingers tensed to help strengthen his power.

Once he saw you move his eyes widened watching your back arch up as you coughed out numerous amounts of water, a hand residing on your chest to calm the racing pump of your heart, Jungkook let his wet strands cover his forehead, glittering skin shining under the moonlight with desires drawing forth from his mind.

“Hello” he greeted kindly, his presence shocking you hence the scream exiting your purple dawned lips, quivering in fear despite knowing he saved you “w-who are you??” you muttered nervously shaking from the light breeze nipping at your skin.

But he saw this as an opportunity an opening to a world where he wasn’t known for his status within the kingdom but as an average being a commoner if he could define his dreams, as the half-blood son of Poseidon he wanted nothing more than to be known for himself, not his father and definitely not his mother.

“I’m jungkook” he smiled, reaching out for your hand as he placed all his weight on the support of his arms resting them against the wharf, you breathed in a shaky breath crawling closer to his gills “Y/n” you replied in a monotone shaking his wet hand in your own replying with a stretched smile.

“Sorry for back there, those little shits love messing with mortals” he chuckled at the memory, in all honesty, this isn’t the first time he witnessed those children doing that but it was the first time he decided to act upon it for a mortal a love that was forbidden he couldn’t help but admire your humanity wishing for more of that for himself, yes he was able to grow legs but that was only for times of need.

“M-mortals” you repeat inching away from him, but as the guilt began to build up his doe eyes pulled you back in, tinting themselves with sadness when you removed your presence from his reach “yeah, you’re a mortal, mortal meaning human as you can tell I’m obviously far from that” he joked turning his eyes into crescents helping you to warm up to him.

“Your a mermaid then” you implied analyzing his tail, hints of turquoise and pink ombre through his scales with a large finn swaying beneath the water “a what” he barked back with a frown, confused as to what that meant “you know half fish half human or at least in your case similar to a human” he nodded in understanding whispering under his breath “ah, so that’s the word”

You tilted your head waiting for him to continue “ we’re usually referred to as water spirits, so mermaid is new” he admitted gazing into your hues with delight “thanks” you said slicing the silence with a gesture of thanks, he did indeed save you and saying thanks was the least you could do “no problem, you were just my damsel in distress” you rolled your eyes at his subtle joke.

“My knight in shining armor” you replied back as you both settled in fits of laughter “oh, how cliche of you”

Jungkook splashed some water your way making you tense your way in the most unattractive way ever “you did not just splash me in the face” you growled playfully, crawling to the edge of the wharf, jungkook swimming away from your threat with a smug smirk dangling from his lips “I’m gonna get you back I swear you just wait” you shouted, splashing him in endless groups of water.

Which didn’t even make him flinch causing you to think about the logic of that “You mortals are so clueless you know that” he sighed swimming back up at you “it’s nearly sunrise, you should get going” he questioned sadly, you patted his damp locks with a reassuring smile?

“I’ll be back” you reassured him waiting for that bunny smile to make it’s way up onto his lips again “really!!” he clapped his hands in excitement, bewildered by his reaction you sat your plump body onto your knees “of course, from this day onwards I y/n will always accompany you Jungkook after sunrise at this time and place” you declared waiting for him to shake your hand in return.

For a second he hesitated, was this his truest desire to have a mortal friend or were the tales true and the friendship between a mortal and a water spirit forbidden “okay, deal” he punished those thoughts beginning a friendship of which he imagined to be one filled with purity and joy.

“But wait, here have this” he lowered his hand into the water forming something before gifting you with a necklace “my gift to you” you gasped in surprise towards the luxurious item, how was he able to do that in such short time, and last time you checked mermaids didn’t have pockets “I’m so sorry I can’t give you anything” you muttered apologetically, resting the necklace on your chest, admiring it for its unique beauty.

“It’s alright this will just seal the deal” jungkook glanced at you with a warm gaze, watching a light within your eyes he unknowingly fell for, you bent down to his gaze puckering your lips to place an innocent kiss on his cherub cheek “deal, sealed” you finished.

Standing on your feet “I’ll see you again...jungkook” 

He wished for time to speed up to see you once again under the gaze of the moon “you too y/n” and with that he watched you walk away from him, mind racing with thoughts of you, his first mortal friend who will finally treat him like an average being and that’s all he wanted.

[writerrsj]

Mulligan: a Destiel fanfic

Episode 15.18 fix it set post finale oneshot - We’re glossing over the whole Chuck thing and focusing on Cas and Dean so I get love confessions and a happy ending! This hasn’t been beta read as it’s more of an emotional purging. ---------------------

Dean Winchester pushed away from Baby to take several steps forward. He then turned back and returned to his position of leaning against the Impala. His body ached but Jack had healed the most pressing injuries. His powers were still new and using them instinctively concerned all of them. It was different in the heat of battle where everyone in the world was already gone—

“Why are you pacing?” Sam Winchester clutched his phone in both hands, but his gaze was trained on Dean.

Tilting his head, Dean looked pointedly at the phone. He then stepped forward and put a hand at the back of his brother’s neck. With Sam half-sitting on Baby, Dean had the rare opportunity to lean down toward Sammy. “She’ll text back as soon as Jack finishes. He and Rowena have this. Crowley as the new death is worth the price of resetting time and bringing everyone back.”

Sam nodded and gave Dean a small smile. The bruising on his face made it more of a grimace. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right. At least, we get them all back. We’ll get Cas back.”

Releasing Sam, Dean turned and paced a few steps again. He didn’t look back at his brother. His mind was filled with memories of Cas. It wasn’t only the final image of his tears and happiness. It was years of friendship, struggle, sacrifice, and…love. Dean had fought against it even as he silently appreciated every reference to his angelic boyfriend. His experiences with love were complicated – John Winchester, Mary, and even Sam. It had never been easy and everyone did leave him. But Cas, he’d always been different just as he’d almost always been family.

“Dean.” Sam’s voice rose and he flashed his phone’s screen before typing. “Eileen’s alive.”

“Well, let’s go get her.” Dean gave Sam a push and chuckled as he got into the Impala. They had returned to be close to Eileen and ready for her return. Pushing Baby hard, he drove the last few miles while Sam exchanged texts with his girl. He parked and watched Sam’s eyes widen when he saw Eileen. “Go give her a kiss.”

Dean would even forgive Sam for jerking Baby’s door open. While Eileen only looked confused, Sam’s face was a mixture of hope and fear. His brother stopped then leaned back into the car.

“Get to Cas. We’ll see you at the bunker.”

There was no need to tell Dean twice. He was ready for Cas’ return – Rowena wouldn’t promise they could do it, but Jack was determined. Dean could feel the words repeating in his head. Words Cas had said, words Dean needed to say. ‘I love you.’

“Cas!” Dean shouted as soon as he was in the bunker. Rushing down the steps, he skidded to a stop when he saw Cas’ smile. Hair a mess, blue eyes shining, the angel had a hand on Jack’s shoulder. Happiness radiated from Cas and caused a shiver of fear in Dean’s heart. He pulled Cas into a hug, but his gaze scanned the room still expecting someone to rip love from him again. “Aw, Squirrel and Feathers reunited again and it feels so good.” Rolling his eyes, Dean reluctantly pulled back but kept his hands on Cas’ shoulders. He ignored Crowley’s words and looked at the angel. “You’re back.” “Thanks to you and Sam. Jack told me about you defeating Chuck. I knew you could do it.” Cas’ hand rested on Dean’s arm. His eyes crinkled when his smile grew. “I’m glad Eileen is back. Sam with her?” “Yeah, he is. They’ll be here later.” Dean struggled to pull his focus from Cas. He wanted to blurt out his love; he wanted to hear Cas’ declaration again. As he watched, the angel patted his shoulder once more and turned back to Jack without any new signs of love. Dean pulled his hands back to keep from dragging Cas into another embrace. “Now, boys, I must return to my domain. I’ll leave you to it and hope you won’t make another mess of things. Fergus, we will talk later.” Rowena flicked her red curls over her shoulder then disappeared in a dramatic and unnecessary flash of light and smoke. “She’s always so dramatic,” Crowley complained. He then crossed his arms over his chest and smirked. “So, Squirrel, looks like you and I have something in common.” Jack’s eyes were closed as he did whatever he needed to go as the new God. Cas stood next to him with a small, proud smile. Dean turned back to Crowley when the new Death chuckled. “We both get a second chance.” “A do-over in golf is called a Mulligan,” Jack announced with a wide smile. “Sam will be here soon and then I’ll need to go too.” “I can help you.” Dean flinched at Cas’ offer but the angel was only looking at Jack. Their toddler God grinned and shook his head. “We have balance now so you can remain. You still won’t be a full angel, but you’ll have some of your grace.” Listening eagerly to Jack’s explanation, Dean found he’d walked closer to the pair. Cas met his eyes and smiled…Jack’s words faded into the background as Dean stared at his angel. The creak of the bunker door accompanied Crowley’s howl of laughter. Dean shook his head and forced his gaze from Cas. After another round of greetings, Jack cleared his throat. “I must return to the angels and heaven. I won’t run things like Chuck did and there’s much to do.” “And everyone returned to the same time? The hunters weren’t warned and won’t know they died?” Sam had an arm around Eileen and smiled at her as he squeezed her close. “I mean unless we tell them, they have no memory of what happened.” “That was my part and I didn’t mess it up, Moose.” Crowley’s indignation faded to a grin. “Except for the angel here, of course.” “What? Cas doesn’t have his memories?” Dean grabbed at the table when his whole world shifted on its axis. He turned to the angel. “What’s the last thing you remember?” Cas was still relaxed and happy when he approached Dean. “I remember you were willing to keep Sam safe and kill Billie with her own scythe.” Dean stared at Cas but the angel didn’t get his silent messages begging him to remember his love. “Did something happen?” Sam dragged Eileen with him when he crossed to stand by Dean. “Isn’t that what happened? Death killed Cas and you killed Death?” At Crowley’s laughter, anger filled Dean. It wasn’t the same blind rage as Chuck’s writing, but it burned and ached. He had a forearm at Crowley’s throat before he’d even realized he’d moved. The ex-demon continued to chuckle. Cas placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder – there was no bloody handprint on his jacket. “It’s your Mulligan, Dean.” Jack’s voice shook with excitement. “A gift from me, Squirrel,” Crowley taunted. “I don’t understand.” Dean released Crowley at Cas’ words and turned to the angel…the angel who didn’t remember loving him. Spinning away, Dean fought the urge to run from the room. Cas hadn’t left him, but he didn’t love him. Dean would be alone again. “In golf, a Mulligan is a do-over,” Jack explained proudly to Cas. Unable to resist, Dean watched Cas’ head tilt as he squinted first as Jack then Dean. The angel moved to Dean’s side and continued to look at him. “Dean, what do you need to do-over?” “That’s a good question. I thought…oh.” Dean didn’t need to look at Sam to understand his brother had connected the dots somehow. Sam’s hands moved quickly and then Eileen chuckled. She didn’t say anything to Dean, but he felt everyone’s eyes on him. “Well, get on with it. We don’t have all day – some of us have new jobs to do.” Crowley shuffled closer but was no longer laughing. Scanning the room, Dean confirmed everyone was watching. Sam was grinning and nodding with his arms wrapped around Eileen. She smiled and signed love with quick hands. Crowley appeared smug and bored as only the ex-demon could. And Cas…Dean swallowed hard and met familiar blue eyes questioning him. Cas who always volunteered to go with him whether Dean was battling gods, Death, or his own inner demons. “Cas, I…” Words failed Dean when the angel tilted his head again and again rested a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “Whatever it is, it’s okay, Dean.” The gravelly voice was calm and confident. Blue eyes gleamed with happiness and pink lips edged up into a smile. “You’ve saved the world again. I’m sure we can handle a ‘Mulligan’ if you need it.” Laughter eased Dean’s tension. Memories of more laughter made him toss his head back with a full-body laugh – air quotes, brothels, FBI badges, blue ties, a dirty trench coat. Sobering, he studied the angel he had loved for years. “I love you, Cas.” The angel’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. When his hand slid off Dean’s shoulder, Dean caught it. Cas watched him adjust his grip so they were standing close and holding hands. “You are my Mulligan and I want to do it right this time. I don’t want to waste time and miss out on anything else. We are alive and I want to live a new life together with you. I don’t want to miss this chance.” Dean’s voice caught at the end when Cas continued to stare at him without speaking.  “I don’t want to be angry. I don’t want to be a weapon of destruction, worthless—” “You are not worthless,” Cas denied. He tightened his grip on Dean’s hand. “Regardless of what Chuck wrote, you are your own man. You are the most caring man on Earth. You are the most selfless, loving human I will ever know. Knowing you, changed me and made me better.” Memories of the first time he’d heard the words brought a sharp flash of pain…and hope to Dean. “I thought you didn’t remember.” “I remember my feelings for you.” Cas matched Dean’s frown but didn’t release his hand. “Cas doesn’t remember your conversation, Dean, but that doesn’t change his feelings,” Jack attempted to clarify. “We are what’s real,” Sam added his support. Dean didn’t look away from Cas. “Do you love me, Cas? Just me? Really love me?” Cas looked away with a broken sigh. “I’m asking because I do love you. I have for years.” Dean smiled when Cas met his gaze again. The beautiful blue eyes were too easy to get lost in. “I didn’t think I could have what I wanted most.” Cas continued to stare at Dean. “I didn’t think I could either,” Dean agreed. He was almost sure Sam and Eileen were cooing happily at them. He ignored them. “I do love you.” “I know.” Cas’ full lips pulled back in a grin. “You are what I’ve wanted most. I love you.” Dean wasn’t sure who moved first, but Cas was in his arms so it didn’t matter. Cas’ lips were on his, his arms wrapped around Dean. It felt like heaven, like coming home. It was their first kiss, but only the first. Crowley’s slow clapping grew louder and faster when Sam, Eileen, and Jack joined in. Dean reluctantly pulled back, but he didn’t look away from endless blue. “I think you should leave.” Cas stepped close to press another kiss to Dean’s lips. “And I’ll go with you.” Grabbing Cas’ hand again, Dean pulled him from the others who continued to cheer and laugh. “Yeah, let’s get out of here, angel. Just you and me.” ------------------------ Now, don’t we all feel better now?! I know I do! It is rare I write fanfic anymore, but Destiel gives me all the feels.  If you are willing to try my original fiction, contact me through my website (writerrsj.com) and I’ll send you the ebook of Azimuth (Rahki Chronicles 1)! Think modern warriors, magical Romani/ Gypsies, adventure, and a bit of romance! Happy reading to all!

[alienbwrites]

Scintilla (A spark or trace of something)

Capricious (Impulsive; prone to sudden extreme changes in mood)

Once again Hayami was going to be late, she hadn’t meant to be but the lack of sleep these past few days had caught up with her and she missed her alarm. Racing to the academy a quick thought past through that this would be her last time being late. Her pace slowed down a little as a strong feeling of nostalgia hit her. Taking her time she finally reached the window, with a quick knock on the glass, the whole class looked towards her. A small smile on her face Kiba walked over to open the window and help Hayami through. The tired look on Iruka sensei’s face was enough to make the class giggle.

“Again, Furutani” Hayami smiled and placed her hands behind her back.

“I had to for old times sake” with a shake of Iruka’s head Hayami took a seat.

“Goal!” Two shouts came from the door Ino and Sakura made their way into the room and started to fight over who would sit next to Sasuke. Hayami payed them no mind it wasn’t different to any other day, her mind started to drift once again. This time she could she flickers from a raging fire, Hayami drew a quick breath and forced her self back to reality, she turned to Kiba and played with Akamaru.

Hayami had her attention drawn away from the adorable puppy when she saw Naruto crouch in front of Sasuke, with a small roll of her eyes she gave Kiba a nudge as she watched the new found distraction. She could feel the electricity in each of their glares, before the boy sitting at the desk in front of them moved back and nudged Naruto into Sasuke with the boys falling into a kiss. The room became so silent as the tension rose and Hayami was bursting trying not to let out a laugh.

“As of today you have all become full fledge ninjas, however you are all still Genin, from now on you will be in squads of three with one squad being four” the students started to mumble to themselves and each other wondering who would be in their team. Hayami didn’t really have any complaints with who she would be with as long as she could get a long with them. ‘I get along with everyone in class except for maybe Sasuke because he’s on his own all the time and doesn’t really talk, or Naruto just because he is so energetic all the time’ Hayami thought. All of the students were curious as to who would be in the squad of four.

“Now the squad of four is happening because we have one extra person in our class, not to matter though we have evenly distributed everyone. You will carry out missions under the guidance of a Jonin teacher, now ill assign you to your groups” Hayami kept her ear out for her name and watched as people were put together.

“Now for group seven; Hayami Furutani, Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno and Saskue Uchiha” Hayami sighed at the interesting bunch she had been put with. Kiba noticed her dismay and patted her on the back for some comfort.

“Man do I feel bad for you” Hayami looked to Kiba seeing the amused smile on his face.

“Group eight; Hinata Hyuga, Kiba Inuzuka and Shino Aburame”

“Wanna swap teams” Hayami asked him.

“No way” Hayami rested her head on the desk and waited for Iruka to finish dividing the students into their groups. She didn’t have high hopes for her group, Sakura and Hayami didn’t really have a friendship though Hayami didn’t think that the girl would like her because she is obsessed with Sasuke, Sasuke was the last of his clan and kept to himself a lot, maybe Hayami could make some sought of friendship there though it was highly unlikely, and Naruto was a loud mouth. A sigh escaped her mouth. She would have to make this work somehow.

“Iruka Sensei, why does an exceptional student like me have to be grouped up with this guy?” Hayami sighed again her new found hope fastly diminishing,

“Sasuke has the best grades of the class, while you Naruto are at the bottom, this is how it is trying to balance the power of the groups it is also why you are in the group of four” the class started laughing, Hayami started to feel bad for him, no good could come from public humiliation like this. “In the afternoon you will meet with your Jonin teachers, you are all dismissed.”

 Walking out of the academy Hayami decided to eat her lunch in her usual spot, in a higam cherry tree, the weeping pink flowers create a nice calming atmosphere which Hayami loved, they reminded her of her home as weeping trees surrounded the area. Hayami had wanted to eat lunch with her new team but they had all ran off before she could suggest it, it didn’t really surprise her she new that Sasuke would be on his own, Sakura would chase after him and Naruto would chase after her. What came as a surprise to Hayami was watching Naruto jump into the window that Sasuke was resting in, the window shut so Hayami could no longer see in, but as expected Sasuke came out victorious. With a huff Hayami packed up her lunch and jumped over to the window, with the intention of freeing Naruto from whatever bind he was in.

“Huh” Sasuke looked towards the intruder, to find Hayami looking at him with such a confused look. He watched as she pointed to him then out the window then back to him. Her eyes went wide with realisation before she bent down to cut the ropes freeing him. “So you aren’t Naruto?” Sasuke looked at the girl with pure offence, huffing a no at her, he noticed that she still had a semi confused look as she was trying to understand the blond boys motivation for tying him up. Hayami knew they hated each other but this was too far. An even deeper confused look came upon her face as Sasuke grabbed her wrist and dragged her out the window behind him, with a short explanation of finding Naruto.

 The pair walked together side by side in an awkward silence, Hayami had no idea how to approach the boy in a way that he wouldn’t annoy him. She knew that he liked to be alone but this silence was slowly killing her, she was semi glad when Sakura called out Sasuke’s name

“You’re such a shy bad boy” the awkward tension was thick, “Are you prepared and ready to go” Hayami fell back a few steps and watched a Sasuke ignored the pink haired girl. “Hey Sasuke”

“Where’s Naruto” Hayami speed past the two not wanting to get involved in, whatever this was, it confused her greatly. She came to the realisation that she was going to be in two moods for the rest of her life annoyed and confused.

“Just leave Naruto alone, all he does is pick fights with you, it’s because he wasn’t raised right, you know he doesn’t have parents right” Hayami took a step back next to Sasuke wanting to hear was Sakura was going to say. “He always selfishly does what he wants, my parents would get mad at me if I did anything like he does,” Both Sasuke and Hayami glared at the girl, not that she noticed both other parties getting irritated at her. “No parents to nag you, its just him alone. So his selfishness comes out,” Hayami felt hot, her anger was boiling.

“How dare you!” Hayami stepped forward, both Sasuke and Sakura watching her now, “How dare you say that, when you have no idea what it feels like”

“The loneliness, Its worse then getting yelled at by your parents,” Sasuke added.

“Whats gotten into you two?”

“You are annoying” Sakura looked like she broke, Sasuke started to walk away but stopped as he realised Hayami wasn’t following.

“You need to take a good look at yourself Sakura, see what you have and count yourself lucky. How dare you complain about that sort of thing, at least you get to experience it. I wish everyday that I could be with my family again but I cant because they are gone. Don’t complain about an orphan to two orphans, it makes you pathetic” Hayami tried her hardest to keep her anger at bay but it reached its limit, the loneliness that she had been feeling days prior had mutated into a deep resting anger that had waited to burst. She felt Sasuke grab her wrist and pull her away from the now crying girl. Guilt followed after the anger, as she and Sasuke were walking side by side she got lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t meant to make the girl cry she just lost control of her emotions. At least now the silence between Hayami and Sasuke wasn’t as awkward.

 Hayami layed on one of the desks in the class room watching Naruto bounce around the place. Sasuke was set on the desk in front of her and Sakura was leaning against the table to his left. For the eight time Naruto opened the door to the class room and checked to see if out teacher was coming. Hayami had her eyes closed as wathing the brightly dressed boy running around had started to give her a headache,

“Naruto wont you stay still” Sakura nodded along with the suggestion of other girl not that either Hayami or Naruto could see.

“Why is it that only our sensei is late? Everyone else has gone off with their sensei and Iruka Sensei has already left”

“Dont look at me” Hayami moved her arm slightly and opened her eyes has the sound of clattering and watched as Naruto decided to set a ‘trap’ for our sensei.

“What are you doing?” Hayami didn’t think she could handle anymore bickering between the others.

“It will be his fault for being late” ”Man you really are asking for it”

“A Jonin would fall for such a week trap” and now Sasuke has joined in. Hayami took  her arm that was sitting over her eyes and placed it laced on her stomache. If her sensei was going to be late, she would take a nap. Or she would have if her team mates weren't so loud. She watched as fingers wrapped around the slightly ajar door, and shock fell onto her face as shot up watching the duster fall onto her supposed sensei’s head. Naruto’s laughter filled the room as did Sakura’s apologies the room fell silent as all for young teens watched their new sensei.

“How can I put this? As for my first impression of you guys? Well I hate you”

 Team seven made their way onto the roof and sat in a line waiting instruction.

“Well, first off, why don’t you guys introduce yourself?”

“What should we say?” Hayami picked at her fingernails, she hated introductions, she didn’t like talking about her self, she didn’t like talking in front of other people about herself and she didn’t like talking to strangers about herself.

“Your likes, dislikes, future dreams, hobbies. Things like that?”

“Hey before that why don’t you tell us about yourself?

“Me? Well my name is Kakashi Hatake, I don’t feel like telling you guys about my likes and dislikes, ive never really thought about my future dream, as for my hobbies I have many” Hayami’s eyes sparkled, she didn’t know you could just avoid the quesiton like that, “Next you blondy”

“My name is Naurto Uzumaki, I like instant ramen, but what I like even more is Ichiraku ramen that Iruka sensei buys, what I dislike is the three minutes you have to wait for instant ramen and my hobby is eating and comparing ramen, and my future dream is to surpass the Hokage, and get the entire village to acknowledge me” Well at least Hayami knew what she could get him for his birthday.

“Alright next is pinky”

“Hi, my name is Sakura Haruno, What I mean who I like is…My hobby is…My future dream is” Hayami watched with a mixture of disgust and wonder at the pink haired girl as said girl kept looking at Sasuke for her answers. “And my dislikes Naruto” Hayami’s face fell for the poor boy. Reaching beside her to pat his shoulder.  

“Your next brownie”

“uh- Hey, I’m Hayami Furutani, my likes -uh- throwing knives and weeping trees, I dislike the smell of lavender and fire, my hobbies -uh-collecting weapons and my future dream, I guess is just to make my dad proud.” Out of the corner of her eye she saw the concerned glances from Sakura and Sasuke though Sasuke’s only lasted for a second before he went back to his usual aloofness. Though what caught her eye was they knowing look she got from Kakashi Sensei, whether he knew what happened or if he had been through something similar she didn’t know but it gave her a strange comfort.

“And you”

“My name is Sasuke Uchiha, I have no likes in particular but a lot of dislikes, and I don’t have a dream but an ambition, I will restore my clan without fail and to kill a certain man.” Hayami looked to the boy slightly concerned but mostly scared, though the more she thought about it the more she understood. The drive for revenge.

“Good! You all distinctive and interesting” The call of her sensei shook Hayami out of her dark thoughts,

“Tomorrow we have a mission, its a survival exercise,” the excitement from Hayami and her peers dropped, “This is no normal survival exercise,”

“Then what kind of survival exercise is it,” The giggles that came from their sensei creeped Hayami out a lot, concern and worry grew from the pit of her stomach,

“Why are you laughing, what's so funny?”

“Well of the twenty-eight graduates, only three groups will become Genins, the remainders go back to the academy, this ‘exercise’ is actually a test with a 66 percent fail rate or higher” Hayami lost hope.

“Then what was the graduation test for?”

“That was just to test to see who had potential of becoming a Genin, prepare for this bring your ninja tools, we meet at five in the morning,” Hayami was stressed, maybe Kaori was home, he could help her right? Her thoughts were racing, she remembered how proud Kaori was of her. ‘I cant go back now’.

“Oh and its best if you skip breakfast or you will throw up.”

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