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indiekidsau · 1 year ago

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Chap. 20-Audrey’s Dream

Next chapter is here! Like I said in the last chapter we are back to some wholesomeness.

I worked on this chapter pretty fast after the last one I worked on, which was surprising. Currently, I’m taking it easy as I work on the next chapter as A LOT is going on in my personal life.

BIG thanks to @gigilefache for being my beta reader! As well as another beta reader joining the mix @mun-auroralore.

Enjoy!

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Audrey loved to create and draw. It was a dream of hers ever since her father and Henry took her to the movies, that she wanted to be just like them, an animator. Another thing that drove her to draw was when her father gifted her a comic book full of fantastical pages. Since her earliest youth, Audrey's room had been covered in sketchbooks, graphic novels, and art supplies.

One Friday night, Audrey had been putting the finishing touches to a comic she’d been working on since the beginning of summer. She was excited to get the first five chapters done, and was ready to share it with her friends tomorrow morning.

Audrey heard a knock as she turned to the door and yelled, “It’s open!”

Joey opened the door and smiled seeing his little girl finishing up her own comic. “I see you're working hard!” he exclaimed.

��Yep! I’m just finishing the outline and then I’ll get to bed,” Audrey explained.

Joey chuckled and ruffled his daughter’s hair. “Don’t push yourself, alright?”

“I won’t.” Audrey went back to outlining as Joey got up and left his daughter alone to work.

After almost an half an hour, the comic was done.

“There!” Audrey exclaimed.

Audrey put the pages together and set them aside before grabbing her phone. She texted Vanessa and Lucas separately.

Hey! Meet me at the local cafe tomorrow morning at 8:30! Have a good night! See you tomorrow.

Once she was done, Audrey got herself ready for bed. Just before she drifted off, her phone beeped and she quickly checked on it to see if Lucas and Vanessa had responded.

You got it! See you there! read Vanessa’s message.

Sure! Have a good night! read Lucas’s message,

Audrey smiled as she sent her friends a reply, wishing them good night before putting her phone to the side and getting some sleep.

The following morning was chaotic for Vanessa. She woke up late and had to rush so she could meet with Audrey at the cafe.

However, she wasn’t the only one who was running late, as Lucas was having the same issue.

The two were running so hastily that they didn’t notice they were running the opposite of each other. Lucas tried to stop, but it was too late as the two slammed into each other, causing them to fall.

The two let out a groan as Vanessa rubbed her head in pain.

“Watch where you're going, idiot!” Vanessa yelled.

She regretted her decision seeing she bumped into Lucas. “Oh Lucas, sorry!” She reached her hand to help him up.

“Gah!” Lucas shouted as he slowly stood up as he held his head with his hand. “Vanessa! You should watch where you're going!”

“I said sorry!” Vanessa shouted back. “Besides, what are you doing here?”

“Audrey invited me here,” Lucas replied. His eyes widened in realization as he let out a groan. “Don’t tell me she invited both of us here.”

“Wow, you are a smart one, aren’t ya Lucas?”

Vanessa and Lucas turned around to see Audrey had arrived.

“Besides, you're both my friends so why not invite both of you along?” Audrey added.

Lucas and Vanessa looked at each other before deciding to go along with the day.

“Alright. Morning, Audrey,” Lucas said.

“Morning!” Audrey beamed as she pulled her two friends into a hug.

Lucas slightly blushed and Vanessa smiled as she hugged her friend back.

“Well let’s go in! I have something to show you three!”Audrey said.

The three walked inside the cafe, ordered their drinks, and found a place to sit.

Once the drinks were ready, Lucas grabbed his and the girls' before heading back to the table. “Alright, I got a vanilla iced latte with no whipped cream for Vanessa,” Lucas said as he gave Vanessa her drink, “I got a hot caramel coffee for Audrey and I got my iced caramel coffee.” Lucas sighed and sat down after announcing the drinks.

“Thank you Lucas,” Vanessa replied, taking a sip of her drink. “So Audrey, why did you call us here?”

Audrey smiled as she went to her backpack and took out her comic she was working on. “So before I met you two I’ve been working on my passion project. It’s not done yet but I figured I'll show you guys the first 5 chapters of it,” Audrey explained.

With a smile, she lifted the cover of her comic that featured an anthropomorphic wolf and cat. The cat was cream in color with a grayish pink spot on her right eye while the wolf was white and purple, welding a flaming sword. The two looked to be exploring a dark, spooky forest.

“It’s called Fireprint, it’s this fantasy story I’ve had in my head for a few years and since last summer I’ve finally got around writing it,” Audrey said.

“What’s it about?” Lucas asked, sipping his coffee.

“It's about a princess named Rosalie who becomes a knight to save her kingdom from an evil king and queen. She has to team up with a high ranking knight from her kingdom named Tyrian who takes no shit from anyone,” Audrey explained.

Lucas chuckled in excitement. “That sounds amazing! Anything else?” he asked.

“Well nothing really. I only got the first five chapters done, but that’s why I called you two here.” Audrey explained. She went to her backpack and took out two copies of her comic and held them out to Vanessa and Lucas.

The two took their respective copies and Vanessa looked at Audrey in shock. “How were you able to draw this fast?” Vanessa asked.

Audrey giggled. “I didn’t draw the same thing three times, I used the copy machine back home,” she explained.

“O-Oh,” Vanessa replied, blushing in embarrassment.

Lucas snickered over Vanessa’s embarrassing claim, but stopped seeing Vanessa and Audrey glaring at him. He cleared his throat and asked, “So we can read this?”

Audrey nodded. “Yep, I’m giving you guys till next Saturday to read the comic and we’ll meet back here to discuss it,” she explained.

Vanessa and Lucas looked at each other before looking back at their friend. “Alright,” they both said.

“Perfect!” Audrey exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

The trio enjoyed their coffee and talked before leaving to enjoy the rest of their weekend.

However, something bothered Vanessa while she took a sip of her coffee.

Once back at home, Lucas was enjoying the comic. It made him feel young again as he read the adventures of Rosalie and Tyrian.

Meanwhile, Vanessa wasn’t reading the comic, but instead reading a novel. At times she’d look up from her book as she stared at Audrey’s comic sitting beside her before going back to her novel. Vanessa looked up at the comic one more time and sighed as she bookmarked and closed her book.

“It wouldn’t hurt to just skim through it,” she said to herself.

Vanessa got out of bed and walked over to her desk as she picked up the comic. Hesitant, she turned to the first page and her eyes shined at how gorgeous her best friend’s artwork was.

The first page featured the setting of the story; the Kingdom of Prismiranda.

Vanessa giggled as she skimmed through the book seeing how Audrey designs from the setting to the characters.

“Vanessa!” a voice shouted.

Vanessa gasped as she dropped the book. She looked around her house wondering who made that voice.

“What are you doing?” the voice asked.

“N-Nothing, Mother!” Vanessa yelled in reply as she went back to bed and continued reading her novel.

But Vanessa didn't live with anyone but herself. She lived completely alone. Her mother wasn’t around, but Vanessa had thought her mom was scolding her like she was a little kid.

Monday finally rolled around.

Audrey came in and unlocked the door to her classroom. Once inside, she put her stuff down and she heard a knock on her door.

“Come in,” she called out.

The door opened and Lucas walked in smiling. “Morning, Audrey.”

Audrey giggled. “Morning, Lucas. You seem to be chipper today!” she exclaimed.

Lucas chuckled as he pulled up a chair and sat in front of Audrey’s desk. “Well, that’s because I couldn’t put your comic down!” he exclaimed. “Everything was amazing! From the characters, to the story! You've gotta tell me more!”

Audrey smiled hearing the compliments she got for her comic. The nervousness from before washed away like a tidal wave.

Vanessa walked into the school and passed by Audrey’s classroom, seeing her and Lucas talking, laughing about the comic. With a gulp, she kept on walking hoping to pass by her friends unnoticed.

Audrey saw Vanessa passing by. “Morning Vanessa!” she beamed.

“Fuck!” Vanessa cursed to herself. With a smile she turned and faced her friends. “Morning Audrey, Lucas. How are you today?”

“Great!” Audrey replied. “Lucas was telling me that he enjoyed my comic.”

“O-Oh. That’s great.” Vanessa glanced at Lucas. She forgot her ex was such a bookworm and enjoyed any kind of book known to man.

“What about you?” Audrey asked.

Vanessa looked at her friend as she snapped out of her thoughts.

“What did you think of it?”

Vanessa bit her lip. She decided whether to lie about reading it or telling the truth. “Well. I didn’t finish it, but it looks great,” she lied, forcing a smile. Though it wasn’t really a lie as she did skim through a few pages.

Audrey smiled. “That’s great! I’m so glad you loved it!” she exclaimed, hugging her best friend.

Vanessa chuckled nervously. She hoped and begged that Audrey wasn’t gonna ask her what her favorite part was.

Lucas took notice of Vanessa’s expression and recognized that she was lying. He sighed.

“And don’t worry if you haven’t finished it. Reading and enjoying it is enough,” Audrey explained. “Remember, you have until Saturday.”

“R-Right,” Vanessa replied.

“Hey Audrey. Vanessa and I need to talk for a bit,” Lucas said as he took Vanessa by the hand.

“Oh, okay. See you guys at lunch?” Audrey asked.

Lucas nodded. He then took Vanessa to his classroom and closed the door and locked it. He looked back and sighed seeing Audrey was doing her own thing now.

“Alright, tell me the truth, Vanessa,” he said.

Vanessa sighed. “Alright, I didn’t read it. I skimmed through it, but stopped,” she revealed.

“Why?” Lucas asked.

“My mother,” Vanessa answered.

Lucas’s eyes widened as he hadn’t heard Vanessa speak about her mother since the funeral. “Vanessa. Your mother died six years ago. Why do you still mention her if she’s not here?” he asked.

“I feel like she’s still there. Still telling me what to do and what not to do,” Vanessa explained. “I feel like I hear her.”

Lucas was about to reach and hug Vanessa, but he stopped, remembering the past.

When Vanessa was like this she’d expect a hug from him to keep her sane and to stop her from venting.

Lucas shook his head. He wasn’t going to hug her, but held her hand.

Vanessa’s eyes widened as she turned to see Lucas holding her hand.

“Van, remember what we talked about when your mother passed?” Lucas asked.

Vanessa went through her head before nodding in reply.

“Your mother has no control over you,” Lucas stated. “You don’t have to be scared to do what you want to do. I won’t say it again.”

Vanessa went quiet, but just as she was about to repeat the question something inside her made her close her mouth and nod. “Alright,” she whispered.

Lucas let go of Vanessa's hand and gave her a small smile. “I wish you luck Vanessa. I know you can do this,” he said before leaving her classroom.

Once back at his classroom Lucas looked at his hand that held Vanessa’s which made him question what was that just now.

“Do I… still have feelings for her?” Lucas asked himself.

He quickly shook it off as he heard students coming in ready to start a new week of school.

During study hall, the class couldn’t concentrate on their work as they saw Lucas reading Audrey’s comic.

Being the comic book collector he is, Kel was curious.

“What’s Mr. Prince reading?” Kel asked, whispering.

“I don’t know,” Hat Kid replied, whispering as well. “Are you interested or something?”

“Hey when I see a comic I haven’t seen before I need to know!” Kel whispered.

Mu sighed and turned to her friends joining the conversation. “Are you saying we should sneak into class and take a look at ourselves?” she asked.

Kel smiled. “That would be a good idea.”

“Or,” Elizabeth spoke up, tired of the conversation and decided to join, “you can just ask him. He’s just right there.” She pointed at her teacher.

Kel, Hat Kid, and Mu looked at their teacher before looking at each other.

“But wouldn’t that ruin the fun?” Hat Kid asked.

“Yeah, it’s way more interesting to sneak in class and see what he’s reading,” Mu added.

Elizabeth frowned and turned away from the trio. She then looked up at her teacher and saw the biggest, goofiest smile on his face.

“Hey Mr. Prince! What are you reading?” she asked, raising her hand.

Lucas snapped out of his thoughts and turned to see the class, staring at him. “Uh… a magazine,” he answered.

“You sure it’s not a comic book?” Kel asked.

Lucas chuckled nervously. “W-what makes you think that?” he asked.

“The cover!” Kel answered pointing at the book.

Lucas turned to look at the cover and sighed. However, he wasn't defeated yet. “Alright yes it’s a comic, but I’m not telling you what it is,” he mocked as a smirk formed in his face.

The class groaned in disappointment as Lucas still kept the smirk on his face.

Kel and Hat Kid went to the front of Lucas’s desk and both had puppy dog eyes and begging for a chance to look.

“Come on! Please tell us!” Kel begged.

“Please! Let us read it!” Hat Kid begged as well.

Lucas sighed. “Alright, I’ll ask my friend this weekend if I can lend you guys a copy to read.”

“Yes!” Kel and Hat Kid cheered as they ran back to their seats.

Elizabeth and Mu looked at each other and sighed before going back to their work.

After school, Vanessa went back home and quickly picked up the comic. She took a deep breath and turned to the first page, lied down in bed, and started to read.

As she read she smiled as she enjoyed the story. There were points where she laughed at Rosalie’s antics as the character almost reminded her of… well, her.

However, she felt sad seeing Rosalie’s kingdom destroyed, having to travel with Tyrian to find some ancient hero to save the kingdom. Though once it was just Rosalie and Tyrian she smiled seeing how they were able to work together and get along despite the situation at hand.

Vanessa sighed as she got to the end of the comic and almost cried as Tyrian got his arm cut off when battling against the villain, and trying to protect Rosalie.

Once done reading, Vanessa was ready to read the comic again. However, she decided to wait until the next day as she couldn’t grasp the fact Tyrian got hurt.

“DAMN IT AUDREY! WHY!” Vanessa screamed.

The week went by fast until it was finally Saturday.

Audrey made it earlier than usual and waited for her friends to show up. It took a few minutes, but Audrey saw Vanessa and Lucas running late again.

Seeing her two friends about to run into each other, Audrey stepped back as she watched her two friends slam into each other again.

“Ah. Ow.” Lucas groaned, rubbing his head as a bruise started to form. “Watch it next time, Van!”

“Sorry!” Vanessa yelled back, rubbing her head as well.

“Morning, you two!” Audrey beamed.

“Morning, Audrey,” Lucas groaned.

“Ready to walk in?” Audrey asked.

“G-give us a second first.” Lucas waited for the throbbing in his head to settle down. Once the pain eased down he was ready to walk inside the cafe with Vanessa and Audrey. “Ready.”

Audrey smiled and walked inside the cafe with her friends. They got their usual drinks and sat down ready to discuss the comic.

“So it’s been a week since we last sat down and I wanted to know your thoughts on the first five chapters?” Audrey asked with a smile

“Amazing!” Lucas and Vanessa beamed at the same time.

The two froze and looked at each other with a small smile.

“In all honesty I never read a comic before and it was the best!” Vanessa beamed. “I never realized I could relate to Rosalie.”

“Okay, two things: one, you and I have to run to the bookstore after this because I can recommend some great series!” Audrey explained.

“That would be great!” Vanessa replied.

“Second, now that I can see it,” Audrey continued as she used her fingers to look like she’s taking a photo shoot of Vanessa, “you do give off princess vibes.”

Vanessa blushed at the compliment as she slowly drank her coffee.

“Technically, she was a princess,” Lucas replied after taking a sip of his coffee.

“You mean your princess?” Audrey asked.

Lucas almost spat out his coffee as Audrey chuckled seeing her best friend’s reaction.

Vanessa was blushing harder now as her face was fully red as a tomato at this point. She couldn’t even hold her coffee without her hands shaking.

“Audrey!” Lucas snapped.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just joking around,” Audrey replied.

Lucas glared as he started to blush as well. He turned to see Vanessa, still blushing and trying to drink her coffee. “Well, if you want to hear what I think. It’s great! I love the characters and story you got going,” he explained.

Vanessa felt relieved hearing Lucas’s thoughts that the blush on her face faded away and she was able to drink her coffee normally.

“Though can I make one small request?” Lucas asked.

“What’s that?” Audrey asked.

“Think you can make a few more copies for my class? Kel and Hat have been bugging me non stop to read it, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with it,” Lucas explained.

“Sure,” Audrey replied. “I actually wanted to wait till you two read it before giving more sample copies to the kids.”

“Really? Why?” Vanessa asked.

Audrey took a sip of her coffee before answering. “Well, because you guys are my two closest friends. I figured giving you two the honor to read my comic.”

“And I- ” Vanessa paused. “I mean, we thank you for that.”

Lucas smiled. “Yes, thanks Audrey. We’ll be supporting you all the way.”

Audrey felt like crying at this point. She loved her best friends so much that she wanted to hug them. Heck, this is why she let them read the comic first before anyone else.

“Thank you guys. You two are the best,” Audrey replied.

Vanessa and Lucas smiled and went to enjoy their coffee.

“Oh. I forgot to mention something!” Vanessa exclaimed.

“What is it?” Audrey asked.

“Why did you have to end the chapter with Tyrian’s arm chopped off?!” Vanessa cried.

“I thought that would be a good way to end off,” Audrey answered, smugly.

“Is he going to be okay? Is he gonna live?”

“Van. Relax,” Audrey said. “I’m working on chapter 6 right now.”

Vanessa sighed. “May I see it?”

“It’s at home so you’ll have to wait till I finish chapters 6 through 10 to know what happens,” Audrey replied.

Vanessa sighed as she puffed her cheeks like a chipmunk.

Lucas and Audrey both chuckled at her appearance, which made Vanessa loosen her smile, joining in on the laugh as well.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. This was a brand new chapter for Vanessa. And she was happy about it.

#indie kids #omori #a hat in time #hat kid #ahit the prince #audrey drew #queen vanessa #joey drew #kel omori #elizabeth afton #mustache girl #fnaf #five nights at freddy's

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writersmorgue · 2 years ago

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Day 23 - “You’ll have to go through me”

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word count: 1076

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“KATSUKI!” Eijirou screams. Long gone is the Red Riot that gave a shit about field etiquette, here to stay is the man who watches his best friend be torn apart by some no-name villain.

But they’ve been fighting for six hours and his patience is fading fast.

Eijirou growls, clawing his hardened fingers into the bastard who was trying to saw through his leg with a knife. He chucks him, hoping the concussion will take him out.

He sprints towards his friend, meeting Mina who was already tying a tourniquet on his left leg.

“Gah shit, fucker blind spotted me.” Bakugo grits, blood-covered hands grasping around the injury.

“Can’t have eyes everywhere, babe. Where’s med?” Mina looks up at Eijirou who’s already checking in on their backup. Well, their backup’s backup. It’s been a long day.

“We need to get him out of here, they’re not coming anytime soon.” Eijirou grunts, helping Mina heft Katsuki up on their shoulders. He doesn’t even put up a fight which goes to show how much pain he must be in.

The main dude has yet to make an appearance, instead opting to send in as many lackeys as humanely possible. Seriously, the guy had to have brought people in from other countries, it’s ridiculous.

The quirk deactivates his opponent's quirk long enough to incapacitate and boom; 12 Pro heroes are dead and nine were permanently disabled and forced to retire. Really, there should be no reason why he has an army in the first place.

“Deku thinks it’s a touch-activated quirk,” Bakugo grunts, jostling in their arms, “Don’t fucking get close to him.”

Eijirou hands the weight to Denki when he shows up, running ahead to take out some extras.

“Red Riot.” A crackling voice comes through his intercom, nearly startling him as he kicks one of the fuckers in the nuts.

“Yep.”

“Bogey One is on his way to you. Creati and Mei have finished a device to take him down with, but we need you and whoever you’re with to keep him still. It’s a lot to ask but we can’t risk too many getting within a reaching distance of him.”

“Roger,” He grunts, head whipping back when one of them gets in a solid hit. His mask hits his cheek and he spits out a wad of flesh along with a molar. “Dimensions for confinement?”

The person on comms sighs, “We need you to try to keep him in a three-by-three.”

“Shit,” He punches the guy's face in, “That’s not a lot of space.”

“Can you do it, Riot?”

Eijirou hums, “I’ll have to.”

He returns to his group, Mina holding Bakugo on her back as they both aim their quirks at villains like a double-decker machine gun.

“Guys he’s coming this way. I’m gonna go at him, keep the small fries away, yeah?”

“Yessir!” Mina and Denki shout. Bakugo grunts in affirmation.

Eijirou rolls his neck, watching as a dark figure comes into view.

He’s wearing a long, black cape, and his face is completely covered. The only skin Eijirou can see is his hands and forearms. It looks stupid, like a vest with a tank top underneath.

“Ready to watch your friends die, Red Riot?” He asks, and Eijirou can hear the smirk in his voice. It sets his teeth on edge.

“You’d have to kill me first.” He finds a mark on the ground, a small rock paler than the others. He draws a square around it in his mind, allowing a little leeway for movement.

As soon as the villain steps on it, he moves into a fighting stance.

“I see you, Red. Keep him there for ‘bout two minutes. We’ll have him out by then.” The intercom buzzes in his head.

He nods, figuring they can see him clear enough.

Naturally, close-range fighting without a quirk would not be his strong suit. He’ll just have to make due.

He lunges, grabbing the guy’s outstretched arm by the elbow and whipping him around. He puts up a fight immediately, kicking into Eijirou’s knees, trying to snap them backward.

Eijirou hardens them, grabbing the guy’s other hand when he tries to use that one as well.

So it must be like Shigaraki’s five finger activation. Lucky guess.

Mina yelps behind him, and he resists the urge to turn around. They’ll handle it.

“KIRI-“

Something sharp smacks him in the back of the head, sending sparks through his vision. It’s not enough to knock him out but it is enough to loosen his grip on the villain.

The hardening in his legs that had been keeping him tethered flickers and then disappears completely.

Shit.

“Red, 30 seconds. You good?”

Fuck.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

He can make it 30 seconds.

He grips the man’s arms again, trying to pin him. Without his hardened legs it’s much more difficult to stay grounded. He digs his heels into the dirt, and his tendons threaten to snap.

The villain digs his nails into Eijirou’s arm, and there’s no doubting his quirk is activated now.

He rams his forehead directly into Eijirou’s nose. The crunch echoes through his whole body.

The blood starts flowing immediately. He manages to free his hand in the few seconds Eijirou is blind with pain.

“The wall breaks, hm?” He reaches up, the glint of a blade flashing in Eijirou’s peripheral vision, and the villain stabs it into the side of his neck.

He retracts it just as quickly, brutal and quick.

“NOW, RED.”

Hot blood gushes from his neck, traveling down his collar. It drips onto the man below him, who he pins with his forearms, cutting off his airflow.

He will not falter now, not when they’re so close.

Something whistles near him, embedding itself in the man’s leg.

A tranq, hopefully.

Eijirou wheezes, his vision clouding, but the villain is still conscious and his job isn’t done.

Another sharp burst of pain blooms in his abdomen, and he curses himself for not incapacitating the man’s arms in his brain fog.

The villain’s eyes finally slip shut, and he goes limp in Eijirou’s hold.

His hands go straight for his neck, trying desperately to plug the gushing wound.

“Red, listen to me. Recovery Girl is coming, you need to hold out for two minutes, okay?”

Over the sound of shouting in the distance, of his friends screaming his name, and of his own labored breathing- he thinks he's heard one that before.

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rosie-b · 2 years ago

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Shelltering Others

Ch. 8: Turtley Heroic (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)

You can read the whole chapter under the cut, or use the links above to read on AO3!

Summary: With Plagg to help him out, Nino opens up the last clue. What happens when he figures out that Adrien is Chat Noir?

This is the last chapter! I hope you enjoy it <3

Plagg watched cautiously as Nino, his eyes closed, pulled the last hint out of the brown bag. He rubbed it between his fingers and frowned slightly, tilting his head to the left as he considered what the hint might be.

It felt smaller than he’d expected, and it was cool to the touch, like plastic. It was also squishy, like a tube of toothpaste might be, but the clue wasn’t the right shape or size to be a tube of toothpaste— it felt was closer to the shape of a ketchup packet.

Nino’s stomach twisted. There was no way this clue was what he was beginning to suspect it was, he told himself, and took a deep breath. Squeezing the little packet in his hand one more time, Nino slowly opened up his fingers to reveal the last clue.

It was a single blue packet of mayonnaise, the type one might find in a school’s cafeteria.

Nino stared at the little packet, remembering the first meeting of the Resistance.

“Comrade Mayo,” he whispered, and Plagg jerked at the sound, his tail lashing once.

It didn’t make sense. Everything about this clue screamed that Adrien was Chat Noir, but the two boys were so different! Nino had seen them side by side before... right? Yes, Nino thought, he had! Gorizilla proved that they were separate people, when Adrien had helped Chat Noir and Ladybug defeat his akumatized bodyguard!

While he was wearing a face-hiding helmet! Nino’s brain happily interrupted.

“Gah!” Nino cried, hitting his head with a fist.

Plagg cleared his throat, twitching one of his ears. “Have you figured it out yet?” His lime green eyes bored into Nino, probing for the right response.

Looking at the little kwami, Nino swallowed and brushed a finger over the packet in his hand. “I’m working on it,” he responded in a strained voice. “I think I know, but it just doesn’t make sense yet.”

Adrien loved Marinette, but Chat Noir was in love with Ladybug.

No, he was in love with Marinette now, like he said in the letter! And he’d seemed to play the role of a love-sick hero pretty well during the last akuma attack, when he’d carried Marinette away from danger.

Adrien had only just realized that he was in love with Marinette, too. And before that, Nino remembered, he’d seemed infatuated with Ladybug.

Nino inhaled sharply. The other hints , he thought, what are the other hints?

Adrien and Chat Noir both liked passionfruit macarons.

Adrien knew how to unfold the letter; Chat Noir knew how to fold it. Chat had perfect handwriting because Gabriel made him practice it for years until it was as neat as a professional’s calligraphy! He knew about the Incident because he’d been there the day it happened; he didn’t like the Alliance rings because it was his own image being used without permission by thousands of people across the city.

Adrien Agreste was Chat Noir.

Looking back and forth between the mayo packet and the impatient kwami hovering next to him, Nino found himself blinking back tears.

“I know,” he said in a choked voice. “Can I talk to him?”

Plagg nodded once and flew off to get his holder. Adrien , Nino thought.

Adrien, my best friend, is Chat Noir. Adrien is the one I complained to about Chat; I called Chat Noir annoying to his face, I didn’t listen when he tried to tell me there was nothing between him and Alya, and then I got akumatized and attacked him! He was there for all of it, but he couldn’t tell me anything because of his secret identity!

Nino’s breaths were fast and shallow. Tiny specks of grey danced at the edges of his vision, and Nino distantly realized that he might be panicking.

A grating squeak from the window had Nino whipping his head around to see what was happening. Already transformed and coming in through the window, Chat Noir froze halfway into the room, his eyes taking in Nino’s red eyes and heaving chest.

“Adrien,” Nino said, or rather mouthed, because his voice wasn’t cooperating today. A tear dripped from Nino’s eyes as his vision blurred.

Adrien crawled the rest of the way into the room and rushed over to Nino.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned. His hands hovered over Nino’s shoulders, like he was unsure if it was alright to give him a hug or not.

Shaking his head slightly, Nino choked on another breath.

“I —” he stuttered, trying to force his questions into audible words. As he looked at Adrien’s worried, and maybe a little hurt, expression, Nino gave up on the effort of speaking. Stuffing the mayo back in its bag and dropping it, Nino wrapped his arms around Chat Noir and hugged him tightly.

Adrien seemed a bit surprised at first, but soon he returned the gesture and practically wilted against Nino, hugging him even tighter than he ever had as Adrien.

Super strength, Nino thought, and squeezed his friend a bit tighter. “I am so, so sorry, dude,” Nino managed to say in a thick voice.

Chat Noir pulled back slightly from the hug. “Whatever for?” he asked, his voice close to Nino’s ear.

Nino shuddered and tightened his grasp on Adrien. “For hurting you,” he said regretfully. “For— for calling you annoying, and saying Ladybug didn’t like you. Everyone likes you, dude,” Nino said sniffling and rubbing the tip of his nose with the back of his hand. “You’re one of the best people I know, and you’re funny, and kind, and generous, and sincere, and not at all annoying, Adrien! I never meant any of it, I-I was being stubborn and letting my fears win. I thought a shadow from the light was a piece of mold and didn’t bother to check before taking a knife to it,” Nino sobbed, remembering what Plagg had said to him. “I let myself get akumatized over a baseless fear, and I can’t be sorry enough.”

Chat Noir huffed out something akin to a laugh. “You’ve barely met Plagg and he’s already rubbed off on you,” he noted.

Then he gently pushed himself away from Nino, placing both his hands on his friend’s shoulders. “Nino,” Adrien said seriously, “I know you didn’t mean it, now. I was really hurt by what you said, and that you wouldn’t even listen to your best friend before assuming what really happened. But that’s in the past; your actions have always been louder than any words you could have yelled at me.”

Nino flinched, tearfully looking into Chat’s eyes. “I’m not much of a friend,” he sniffed. “I keep hurting you, by accident ! I hurt you by becoming Rocketear, and not believing you that your dad could change at all, and then not noticing that the rings were making you uncomfortable. I didn’t even want to be your confidant at first,” Nino hiccupped.

Chat Noir wiped a tear off Nino’s cheek, careful not to let his claws touch Nino’s skin. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’ve had to be good at hiding stuff like that, Nino. I didn’t expect you to notice that I was uncomfortable with the rings; I didn’t want you to,” he admitted. “I know we haven’t been as close recently as we used to be, but... you’re my best friend, Nino. Well, along with Ladybug. I don’t hold any of what you’ve said or done against you. You would never have hurt me on purpose, right?”

Nino nodded, a fierce look in his eyes. “Never,” he swore.

A tender look entered Chat Noir’s expression. “Then let’s forget the past,” he said. “We’re not going to let miscommunications or secrets come between us again. The cat’s out of the bag, now, anyway,” Adrien said cheerily, holding up the dropped bag with the mayo packet inside.

Nino rolled his eyes in amusement. “Dude,” he said. “If you’re going to start punning all the time now, you should at least start making jokes about more than just cats. It’s going to get old.”

Chat Noir’s eyes glittered. “How do you know? Maybe I’m just the master of all cat puns.”

“No one’s doubting that,” Nino laughed. He looked at Chat for a moment, taking in his friend’s appearance.

“You look good,” he said. “Happier, too. Being Chat Noir is kind of like an escape for you, isn’t it? You can get out of that mansion and just be free to be yourself for a while.”

Chat nodded. “It’s less of an escape now, but it’s become part of my identity,” he agreed. “Even with Marinette’s help, I might not have had the courage to stand up to Father if I’d never gotten the ring.”

“I’m sure you would have found your courage eventually,” Nino said, smiling at his friend. “It’s not the Miraculous that makes us heroes. They just give us the opportunity to let our virtues shine.”

Chat Noir tilted his head thoughtfully. “That’s a good way of looking at it,” he said, nodding. “Thank you for having faith in me.”

“Of course! You’re the best person I know, mon pote,” Nino said. Then he hesitated, twitching his fingers as he looked at Chat Noir. “Hey, Adrien,is there a reason why you’re still transformed?”

Chat Noir blinked. “Oh!” he exclaimed. “Well, I thought maybe I should leave soon, you know, to let you study for the physics quiz tomorrow and all. Besides, Père and I are having dinner soon, and I don’t want him to have Nathalie call another search party to find me when I’m really fine, just visiting a friend as Chat Noir.”

“Oh.” Nino sounded disappointed, a frown tugging on his lips. “You’re probably right; your dad might have started acting more like a good father, but he’s still too strict to let you out of his sight for too long.” Sighing, Nino absently spun a bracelet around his wrist.

“Do you think he’ll let you have sleepovers, eventually?” Nino wondered. “Even if they’re just at your house?”

Chat Noir tilted his head, considering.

“He might,” he said thoughtfully. “He’s trying to be more lenient now. He’s still super protective, though! But who says we can’t have a sleepover, even now? I’ve got my own Miraculous; Père doesn’t know about that! I could sneak out of the house after dark and come stay with you sometime.”

Nino’s face lit up. “Dude! That’s so cool! And so rebellious,” Nino laughed. “I never would have thought that you’d go behind your old man’s back like that. But knowing that you’re Chat Noir? I see it.” Nino nodded approvingly.

Chat Noir grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, I’m much more daring than you might think, Nino, even as plain, boring Adrien.”

Nino spluttered. “Plain, boring Adrien?! Dude! You were a teen supermodel, you’re one of the city’s richest people already, you’re a freaking superhero, and that’s not even covering half of what makes you interesting! Don’t ever call my friend boring again, mec, I don’t appreciate it.”

“Thank you.” Chat’s eyes glittered, his gaze softening. “It means a lot to me, that you’d stand up for me, even to myself. That’s the second or third time you’ve done it now, you know?”

Nino watched as Chat Noir sniffled, blinking hard a few times. It seemed his friend could use a little more appreciation, a few more reminders that he was wanted, needed, loved far more than he knew.

“Hey, dude?” Nino stepped closer to Chat Noir, putting one hand on his shoulder. He was tempted to reach up and stroke Adrien’s fluffy blond hair, just behind the cat ears, but he didn’t. Even if he acted like one sometimes, Nino’s friend was not a real cat.

“Mm?” Adrien prompted quietly.

“Do you wanna, maybe, come back after dinner for a sleepover? We could keep it low key! I just... I want to talk with you more about all this. Especially after today,” Nino said softly. “I knew you were probably safe with your bodyguard, but then you were limping as Chat Noir. What happened, dude?”

Chat Noir looked down. “Our car got hit by part of a falling building. The Gorilla managed to get us away from the worst of it, but my leg got bruised when the concrete slammed against the car door. It wasn’t too bad, it just made it harder to move.”

Chat — Adrien — shrugged, like this injury was nothing to him. It probably was, compared to the hits Chat Noir took, even later that day. Nino swallowed.

“I’m so glad you’re safe now,” Nino said, his voice quiet but earnest as he wrapped his arms around Adrien in another hug. “You shouldn’t have had to be hurt, at all, but I’m glad you’re better.”

Stepping back and sucking in a breath, Nino hesitated for a moment before asking again, “I know you have to leave soon, but will you come back? I’ll have the bed ready with extra blankets; we can make a pillow fort and fall asleep at some ungodly hour after playing UMS for a while.”

Chat’s voice rumbled through Nino’s chest, almost like a purr. “I’ll come,” he promised. “It might take me a while to get away, but I’ll come. I could stop at the Dupain-Chengs' and pick up some cookies? Is that something I’m supposed to do?”

Nino grinned. “It’s our sleepover, mec, we’re supposed to do whatever we want. And cookies sound great to me,” he said, mouth already watering at the thought of more macarons, or chouquettes... anything the Dupain-Chengs made was delicious.

“Great! I’ll hurry home, then, and come back with cookies and one hungry little cheese gremlin. You guys have cheese here, right? I’ll bring some camembert, but nothing is ever enough for Plagg.”

“Sure, we’ve got some Emmentaler in the fridge, plus some fancier stuff Mom likes.”

Chat breathed out a sigh of relief. “Thanks! I’ll try to make Plagg behave and eat slowly, so he doesn’t blow through your whole stash.”

As the sun’s light began to turn the clouds outside orange, Chat Noir stood by the window, looking at Nino.

“So... I guess this is goodbye, then?” Nino asked, feeling a sad twinge in his chest, though he knew his friend would be coming back in a few hours.

“I suppose it is,” Adrien agreed, “Goodbye for now. I’ll see you soon!”

Nino’s face softened. “See you soon, mec,” he said, deciding to hug Chat Noir one more time. “Stay safe,” he told him. “If you see an akuma, tell Monarch to try again tomorrow, because your evening is already booked.”

Chat chuckled, patting Nino on the back. “I’ll certainly try,” he said, “Though I doubt it would do any good.”

Nino shrugged as he eased out of the embrace. “It’s worth a shot, anyway. Monarch can’t take your Miraculous if you aren’t there to take it from!”

Chat Noir’s lips twitched. “I suppose not,” he said. “Maybe Ladybug and I should have just taken that approach from the beginning. Just never show up to fights, let Monarch tire himself out with waiting. He might’ve surrendered while he was still just Hawk Moth!” he joked.

Nino smirked and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, it’s a dumb idea, I know. You should get going already, before Nathalie figures out that you’re missing. And don’t forget those cookies, all right?”

Chat Noir smiled teasingly. “I won’t,” he said. “But maybe a certain blue-eyed girl will talk me into staying with her and forgetting you, instead!”

Nino raised an eyebrow. “Are you talking about Ladybug, then?”

The two boys shared a laugh before Chat Noir finally left, saluting Nino in his trademark farewell.

“Goodbye,” Nino whispered, standing at the window and waving as a breeze stirred the curtains while it darted into the room.

Tonight, Adrien and Nino would have a lot to talk about. But whatever came, Nino knew that they would remain closer than ever, ready to face whatever Monarch threw at them.

Miraculous or no Miraculous, they were turtle-y heroic.

#nino lahiffe #chat noir #miraculous ladybug #identity reveal #ml fanfic #rosie-b writing

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chalterdh22 · 1 year ago

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Chapter 23: Can We go Back into Town?

I started blinking as I woke up. Grogu was still sleeping in my arms the same way I remembered him. I breathed a sigh of relief, since my one job was to watch over him. I slowly turned my head to see the rest of the cabin, half expecting Din to not be in it. He was, though. I squinted and looked harder. He was only wearing his flight suit, no armor, and no boots. I laughed. He probably did the same thing I did and just passed out.

I went slowly to get up without disturbing the kid. The suns were still up, although may have about 3 more hours until sunset. Grogu started to stir in my arms. He’ll probably be hungry when he gets up. I took him quietly and set him down at the foot of Din’s bed and made my way to the kitchen area.

Suddenly, I heard some whimpering coming from the kid. I couldn’t tell if he was still asleep, or if he was mad, I put him down. So, I went over to Din’s bed a sat at the very end of it, slowly petting Grogu’s ears to help sooth him. He blinked and looked up at me. “Hey there.” I whispered. He looked around for a second, not knowing how he got there. “I was just going to get you some food. Are you hungry?” Stupid question, I know. His ears perked up. I stood up to walk back to the kitchen. “We’ll need to go back into Nevarro to get more food, buddy. But I think I can whip us up something real fast tonight.”

Grogu started to stand up wobbly and grab onto Din’s pant leg to steady himself. He realized Din was still sleeping. He climbed onto his moving chest and sat there. Looking up towards his head and down towards his socked feet, as studying him and what to do next. Gurgling noises came from him and his hand patted Din’s chest. “Gah!” He squeaked.

“Shoosh, we don’t want to wake him up.” He looked at me as if he didn’t understand. I was letting the food heat on the stove now and walked back over to pick him up off Din. “Come here.” Grogu stood up and walked away from me down his legs. He was balancing on them, looking awkward but still able. He stopped on his shins, turned, and pointed to Din’s head.

“What?” I asked quietly, bending over as if he would whisper to me.

Quickly, Din threw me to the ground, and stood over me again.

“Always be on guard. Never assume anything because of what something looks like.”

“Dank farrik! You scared the crap out of me!” I yelled. “Were you even asleep?”

“Yes, but I don’t sleep very deeply. I heard you guys get up and lay there, watching. You assumed I was in a deep sleep. Never assume!”

“Ok, ok, get off. You proved your point!” But he didn’t move. He still had me straddled, staring at me. Grogu came waddling over to my head now. “Did you know about this?” I asked the kid. He tilted his head and smiled. Of course, the little womp rat knew. I should have known, those two thick as thieves. “Fine, fine. I get it. Get off me now. I’m too sore to fight anymore today.”

“No. Make me get off you without fighting me.” Wait, what? How the heck can I do that. A, I was too sore and tired. B, I couldn’t think straight right now. And C, well like I said, I can’t think! So, I just sunk down and laid perfectly still, trying to come up with a plan. His grasp was tight, and he bared all his weight on me, but I wasn’t hurting. I sighed, tried to stretch my legs and toes out.

Wait, I got it. The kid. I’ll use the kid! I turned to Grogu and looked him in the eyes. I needed to communicate without speaking. I closed my eyes then. In my head, I said, “Grogu, Grogu, can you hear me buddy? If so, you need to help me out. We need to get your dad off me.” Grogu’s face appeared in my head and in my head, Din was on top of my still. I needed a quick distraction, that is all. In my head again, I asked the kid if he could help give a quick distraction so I can roll out. Grogu pointed down to Mando’s legs. All I needed was a half a second. I opened my eyes to Din still staring, not moving a muscle.

“I’m getting a little bored here.” He remarked. I curled one of my legs inward, close enough for my toes to touch his socked foot. He didn’t appear to have felt that. Then I curled my toes to scratch the bottom of his foot. That did it! He jumped enough for me to roll out and stand up. Still kneeling, he looked up at me.

“You’re too easy.” I said snickering. He didn’t say anything. I walked over to the stove and turned it off. “Food’s ready.” I called all chipper in my voice. “Oh, and we need to go back into town for more food.” I poured three bowls of the soup to let it cool. Blowing on mine, Grogu chugged his down, so I gave him a little more. “Save some for your dad, buddy!”

Din was now sitting on his bed, putting on his boots and armor. I couldn’t wipe this stupid smile off my face. I could totally tell he was really upset! I just don’t think he’s used to any type of contact unless it’s pain. When he was back in his gear, he grabbed the bowl and walked outside. I looked down at Grogu who had finished his second bowl. “Do you think he’s mad at me? I asked quietly.

“Bah,” he said shaking his head no and looking at me again. “Patu, gah.” He pointed at me.

“I really need to learn your language, little man.” But wait, I could communicate with him. I’ve done it in the past, but it’s never the same or easy. “Can we try to communicate somehow, on purpose?” His ears went up, as if he was excited about that. “Great!” I put him on the table and turned right to him. “Tell me something.”

Grogu blinked slowly, and I felt this wave over my eyes, almost misty, but I could still see clearly. I could see Din’s face as he was eating. He was not mad! He actually had a small smile on his face eating the soup. I felt warmth coming from him, like he was comfortable, not stressed, mad, or anything like that. Was I doing this or was Grogu showing me? How did all this work? It didn’t matter. That was enough for me at this time.

I heard Din get up from outside and walk back in. “Are you two done eating?” I nodded yes. Now that I knew he wasn’t mad, I really didn’t want to say or do anything to upset him. “Ok, grab your gear. We will go into town.”

“But it’s getting late. Should we wait until tomorrow?”

“We’ll be quick. I also have a double seated speeder in the back, so we’ll use that instead of walking.”

“You have a what?” I had never heard of that before.

“Your mom made one up for me awhile back and I had been transported here after we started living in the cabin.” He walked outside and around the back. It was covered up by a tarp. There it was though. Two seats, plus a small carrier for the kid. Wow, I thought. I looked the same size as a normal speeder. But it had an extended piece on the back of the seat for another person.

“Cool. Can I drive?” I asked immediately, jumping into the driver’s seat.

“No.” He picked up Grogu and put him in the small side carrier and put a little loop around him. I got up out of the seat and stood there with an expression like, fine, but I’ll be driving this thing later. I loved speeders! It felt like you were flying! Din then sat in the pilot’s seat, and I just stood there waiting for instructions like a child. He started it up and looked at me.

“Do I just sit down behind you? What do I hang onto?” I asked looking around.

“Yes, and Grogu just puts his hands in the air.” Wait, was that a joke? Then I saw his shoulders quickly move up and down as he laughed at his own joke.

“Nice.” I said. I sat down behind him and put my hands on his shoulders.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” We took off in a flash. I smiled as I looked around to see everything fly back. And just as Din had said, the kid had his hands in the air laughing.

#grogu #pedro pascal #the mandalorian #mandalorian and grogu #star wars #grogu djarin #mando #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you

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iibonniee · 3 years ago

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requesting a mx reaction to their s/o being pregnant (planned) bc ive seen them having major baby fever lately 👀 esp kiki with kylo

A/N: Please this is so adorable! I lost it when I saw Hyungwon and Kihyun post about. I refuse to believe they won't be amazing dads when the time comes. I hope you enjoy!

Monsta X Reacting to Their S/O being Pregnant (Requested)

Warnings: Mentions of death (A Disney movie was talked about), but other than that essentially none

Word Count: 1.5k

Masterlist

Shownu:

“What are you eating?”

Hyunwoo’s smooth voice startled Y/N as she whipped her head towards the pantry door. Hyunwoo’s smile was bright as he held his head tilted in question. He watched as her eyes flicked back and forth between him and the hidden plate that was covered by her body.

“Food?”

Her voice was weak with confidence and her smile was uncertain. Still, Hyunwoo’s smile never faltered as he moved deeper into the small panty. His height was his advantage as he peeked over her shoulder to survey her plate.

Five little sandwiches were made consisting of two chips as the bread and a fluffy white marshmallow smashed between the two as the middle.

“Can I try one?”

His question had her baffled for a moment. As her brain tried to determine if he was indeed being serious, his eyes held the answer: he was.

“Alright?” Her voice was hesitant as she offered him one.

Y/N’s eyes watched for his reaction carefully as he chewed. A smile slowly spread across his face as he gave a nod of approval.

“Let’s make more.”

Minhyuk:

“We’ve officially hit 23 weeks!”

Minhyuk’s excitement bounded off each wall and into her ears. She watched as he faced the calendar that hung, then back to her, his smile as bright as the sun. “I need the book!”

Y/N’s laughter followed him down the hall and into the baby’s room as he grabbed his little book. Seconds later, he was sat on the couch just beside her.

“Our little baby is the size of a grapefruit! Can you believe it?!”

Minhyuk’s excitement was infectious. She found herself smiling just as bright as he was as his hand found the round bump.

This was Minhyuk’s tradition. Each week he’d check the little calendar he bought to make sure he was up to date with his daughter.

“Did you finish the mural yet, baby?” Y/N asked between Minhyuk’s soft words towards the baby. Since he started his painting, he had completely banned her from entering the nursery, lock and key involved.

His eyes flicked up, his head shaking in excitement.

“Soon, my beautiful wife. Soon. It’ll be completed before the little one is born. Oh! I wonder what the baby is going to look like when we hit 24 weeks!”

Kihyun:

“Kihyun,” Y/N called out, pausing to survey the cabinet with a raised brow. “Where’s my junk food?”

Her question was met with an overwhelming amount of silence. She cleared her throat, her emotions soaring.

“Kihyun-!” The second she turned around, she was met with a scolding look. “Gah! Kihyun, what the fuck?”

“Watch your mouth.” He warned, moving towards her and covering her stomach as if it had ears. “The baby is going to hear you and get your foul language.”

“No, the baby is going to be very angry at his daddy for throwing away his food. It makes him very happy.”

“I thought my singing did?” Y/N merely laughed at how fast his face shifted.

“It does, but you know how he is. He’s going to be just as cranky as his dad, I can feel it. So, Kihyun, where is my food?”

Once again the silence fell across the room. This time Kihyun’s face held the look of guilt. She knew what he had done, but her pride wanted him to admit such a sin out loud.

“I threw them out.” He paused, trying to gain his footing. “I think it’s best to eat healthy. I can cook food for you. I’ll cook the weird food you crave, too.”

“How about I do that when the baby is born? For now, I’ll eat and cater to my craving that includes junk food. Since some rat threw out my food, I need to go to the store and get more.”

“I’m a hamster!”

Hyungwon:

“I can’t believe we hit the halfway point, baby bean.” Hyungwon whispered to the belly. In response, he felt a light kick, causing him to chuckle. “You have to relax or you’ll wake your mom up. I hear you’ve been giving her some issues. I know I’m not home all that much, but you can’t do that.”

Even though his little girl wasn’t born just yet, he already felt awful about scolding her. Hyungwon couldn’t feasibly think of a time where he’d ever scold her. He shook his head, avoiding such possible thoughts.

“I can’t believe you’re almost here. There’s so much I want to do with you and your mom. I can see the three of us all cuddled together falling asleep on the couch. Or the three of us on little dates. You know, you’re going to be so spoiled. Spoiled to the point your mom is going to get so mad at me and your uncles.

Speaking of them, they all adore you already. I mean, they loved you when we told them about you. Uncle Jooheon and Uncle Minhyuk were talking about baby withdrawals when we head out for tour, but I don’t think they quite know what I’m going through, thinking about being so far away. I barely survived before, now It’ll be painful.

I don’t want to make you sad, though. I want to make a promise to both of you. I never told your mom, but I plan on marrying her after you're born. I want you to be there, enjoying that experience with us. As a family. I’m blabbering.”

Hyungwon laughed softly as he lightly traced over her stomach. He was already planning out each little detail for the next few years. He wanted to be happy.

“I’m going to bed, baby bean. I love you.”

Jooheon:

“Joo, baby, are you crying too?” A pained laugh came from Y/N as she watched her boyfriend cover his face. Despite doing so, the obvious sniffles snitched on him.

“N-No.” His wavering voice only added to the list of harmless lies. “Maybe.”

His sudden confession caused her to laugh, the once-sad tears streaming down her face as she tried reaching out for her lover.

“How am I supposed to not cry when you’re crying over Bambi’s mothers death?! You watched this movie over a dozen times and we both cry!”

Jooheon was now fully facing her, face red from the tears as his own, too, kept streaming down. To an outsider, one would think Jooheon’s heart was broken and torn apart from someone breaking up with him. The truth was the movie.

“It’s worse because she told Bambi not to look behind and keep running! T-That’s not fair! I’m going to start a petition to stop this—!”

“Baby, relax.” Y/N laughed grabbing his face. Her thumbs caught the stray tears as they fell. “We do this every time you want to watch the movie with me. At this rate, people are going to think you’re the one that’s pregnant.”

“But Y/N—“

“No “buts” baby. How about we get something to eat then pick something else to watch?”

“Another Disney movie?”

“Another Disney movie.”

Changkyun:

“Is it any better than the last time?”

The nervousness in Changkyun’s voice was obvious. If it wasn’t his voice, it was the nervousness that laced his brown eyes.

“You’re getting better.”

Though Y/N’s answer was earnest, it still didn’t sit right with Changkyun. He puffed his cheeks in frustration, a nod following suit as he tried everything in his power to figure out what he did wrong.

“I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong.” His voice sounded thick, his emotions coming out at once.

“Changkyun, it’s ok. You’re slowly coming to terms with this. It’s new. It’s ok! I said you were getting better and I mean it. I don’t expect you to become Gordon Ramsay overnight.”

“It’s been three months though, Y/N.”

Her smile was soft and comforting. Something that had his shoulders fall and his upset scowl turn to a soft smile of his own.

“Come here.” She begged, arms open, wanting a hug. His response was immediate. “You’ll get there Changkyun, I promise.”

Wonho:

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Hoseok’s voice sounded like he was scolding a child that got caught doing something they shouldn’t be doing. Instead of a child, it was his wife, who was indeed doing something he strictly said not to do.

He watched closely as she jumped, head snapping towards the bedroom door with her eyes wide. Both of their emotions were different. Hoseok’s holding one that wasn’t amused while Y/N’s showed her worry.

“I’m painting.” She softly admitted, a smile replacing her temporary frown. “It was bothering me that this was unfinished and you weren’t home-“

“You could’ve fallen!” Hoseok quickly interjected. He would’ve gotten to finishing the nursery. He told her that. “In fact, you almost did.”

“I didn’t!” It was her turn to interject. Climbing down off the ladder, she turned to him, smile wider as she showed him her body. “I’m fine.”

Hoseok thought for a moment, his frown deepening.

“You know I just want you to be safe. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you while I was gone.” He mumbled, moving closer to wrap his arms around her body.

“Thank God my knight in shining armor is so buff that I couldn’t possibly hurt myself.”

This caused him to laugh.

“Not funny.”

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midnightmoonkiss · 4 years ago

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Heehee, Panties.

Midoriya Izuku X Reader

Summary: Oh no he forgot he left your panties in his pocket :( Pp hard in the school bathroom? It’s more likely than you’d think.

WARNINGS: Smut!! Masturbation, midoriya izuku is a panty sniffer

Category: Smut

Word Count: 1k (this is kinda a drabble lol)

A/N: forgive me lord

Just To Clarify:

He is 18! A third year.

Y’all have been dating for a bit

This takes place before the school lunch bell

yes, he is alone

Tag List: @coupsieddori @desia2 @brithedemonspawn

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I’m betting Deku has a slight exhibitionist kink.

That paired with the fact that he’s most definitely a perverted panty sniffer?

It was truly was a tragic day the day he forgot he had a pair of your panties in his pocket.

You see, after visiting you in your dorm last night, you gave him a little treat for being such a good boy. Your used panties. Or more of when he took them off your person, you let him pocket them.

It sounds gross, but to an extremely hormonal teenage boy - he hit the jackpot.

Panties in his pocket, he went back to his dorm and got ready for bed.

Thing is, he forgot to do laundry so he had to rewear the pants he wore yesterday. No big deal, not like they were really that dirty.

He completely forgot about the fabric in his pocket when he walked into first period.

He was only reminded of them when he was taking a leak at the urinal and he could see the [f/c] fabric poking out of his pocket.

The events of last night replayed in his head, how you shoved him against your wall, hips grinding into his as your tongue dominated his mouth.

He remembered how you dropped to your knees, remembered how good he felt thrusting inside that dirty mouth of yours.

Before he knew it, he was panting, subconsciously palming his growing erection in the middle of the bathroom as he drooled while staring at them.

He only realized how hard he had gotten when precum smeared onto his rough palm.

Gasping, he whipped his hand away from himself, staring down with hazy confusion as to how this couldve happened so quickly.. and just from looking at your sinful panties.

You truly did have an affect on him.

Gulping, he anxiously listened for footsteps outside of the bathroom. The bell wouldnt be ringing for a while now, and yet he couldnt go back to class. Not yet! Not with this erection he was sporting!

Gah.. even if he did try to hide it, he would be walking weirdly and in agony all day, focused on the feeling of your undies in his pocket. So close to touching his own skin! He wouldnt be able to concentrate.

But yet, if he tried to take care of himself in here, he might be caught..

Suddenly, his body trembled with excitement.

Getting caught red handed?

He should be disgusted with himself at imagining such a thing, but yet his cock twitched in his hand.

A third year who’s at the top of his class and apart of The Big Three getting caught jerking himself off to his girlfriends panties in the boys bathroom? What a scandal. It would spread like rapid fire.

He just wouldnt let himself get caught, but thats not to say the thought didnt make his hips twitch.

Stumbling into a stall, he locked it before sitting down, pants pulled down enough to do what he needed to do.

He had to be quick, taking too long would raise suspicion, but judging from how much he’s turned on right now- he knew he wouldnt last long.

With a shaky break, he spread his legs, wrapping his hand around his dick once again.

His body jerked at the feeling.

Panting, he slid his hand up his shaft, thankful for once that he leaked just enough to work as a very weak lubricant.

He couldnt help but whimper as he pumped his dick, thighs shaking as he pleasured himself.

He dug your panties out of his pocket, holding the cute fabric to his nose and inhaling your sweet scent before shoving them in his mouth as to not let his moans echo around the room.

He swore he could taste you.

What would you say if you saw him like this?

Flushed, sweating, fucking into his hand with nothing but your flimsy underwear to keep him quiet.

You’d probably call him him a dirty boy.

“Hnngh!” His head flung back, moving his hand quicker as his hips followed suit.

He always was such a perv. He couldnt help himself. Even if he was a gentleman, even gentleman can be weak sometimes - especially around pretty people.

Hell, he’d do just about about anything to be near you right now. Your scent was just barely clinging onto the fabric, and it wasnt nearly enough. But his head was still foggy, and the fear of someone coming in was making him drip onto the floor like a faulty faucet.

He hadnt been so horny by himself in a while.

“Hrnn..! Mmmnnh..!” His moans were muffled, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he imagined you right there with him in that bathroom stall.

On your knees, pretty mouth replacing his hands, sucking him for all he was worth.

His grip tightened , other hand previously tugging at his green locks came down to rub circles at his sensitive head.

He could feel it, he was so close!

He wanted to cum! He wanted to..!

Thats all he could think about. The squelching sound hitting his ears didnt even register, he was too far gone.

Suddenly, something snapped. His body froze.

White ropes of cum then spurted from the tip of his dick, and his back arched as he cried loudly into the panties shoved into his mouth. Tears streamed down his flushed, freckled cheeks from how good it felt to finally relieve that tension.

His legs were shaking like a newborn deer, overstimulated.

He fought to calm down, removing the fabric just to catch his breath.

He was on cloud nine, deliriously happy.

Until.. he noticed he came all over the stall door.

Just then his phone rang in his pocket making him squeak.

Fumbling around, he grabbed some toilet paper and wiped his hands before picking up his phone.

It was a text.. from you..

“Whats taking u so long? :( u ok?”

He hurriedly texted back, “yeah! Lost track of time haha..”

True, it was one fast jerk out session, but he still took longer than he usually would when going number 1.

Ugh. Now he had a mess to wipe up.

You had practically drained him dry last night, so there wasnt much to clean up thankfully.

After wiping the door with toiletpaper and a sanitary wipe generously provided by the school, he pulled him pants up and left to wash his hands after stuffing those dirty panties into his pocket again.

He truly was a perv... but..

He breathed out a laugh, staring at his disheveled self in the mirror, this perv has a s/o!

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rainbowchewynuggets · 2 years ago

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Hellboy & The Gatekeeper (pt 6)

Hellboy starts punching.

Having a bigger area and props to use gives him more crowd control, but he’s pretty outnumbered. There are six or seven possessed Gate staff coming at him from all sides, eyes and mouths blazing with unnatural light. It’s hard to count, they move so fast. Definitely too quick for his gun. He isn’t sure he wants to use it, anyway. Part of him suspects that they could come back once the Big Bad Thing is gone.

They might come back with broken jaws and headaches, though. Cracks and booms fill the air as he knocks them away, one after another. He throws rocks and chunks of broken architecture at others before they can throw anything at him.

His back is turned for a second too long, and four sharp claws dig his left shoulder. He lets out a yell of surprise more than pain. The wound isn’t as deep as the one in his chest, which has long stopped bleeding. He spins around and punishes the attacker with a heavy blow to the ribs.

The Keeper watches anxiously from the ledge. They break off a long straight piece from a nearby support that could be used as a weapon if need be. The monsters stop and stare up at them with loathing at any opportunity. A couple of them threaten to reach up to their perch, but Hellboy pulls them back.

Against the odds, Hellboy beats them all. He’s roughed up, but steady on his feet. He watches as the last one falls to the ground and gives up the ghost on impact with the floor. The eerie light in its eyes and mouth vanishes. Its spirit escapes its body and floats down one specific hallway.

While he’s looking, the Keeper breaks the support beam over his head.

Hellboy: Gah! What the hell?

The kid looks surprised that that barely phased him. Still, they put themself between Hellboy and the direction that the spirit went. They hold the remainder of the rod out front like a sword. Even after being broken, its length seems like it should outstrip the little Keeper’s ability to wield it without losing balance. But their feet are steady. Their hollow eyes are angry. It’s their knees and elbows that are shaking.

Gatekeeper: You weren’t supposed to make it this far. I told you to go back!

H: What, you were hoping I was gonna die?

The Keeper makes an uncomfortable face and widens their stance.

Hellboy tries to step around them, but they’re a fast swing. He tries goading another swing and catching it in his stone hand, but its brittle plastery texture slips through his awkward square fingers. The beam whips around and makes a high, hard sound against his head. A little bit breaks off in the process. The Keeper has clearly had some of the combat training the others did.

Hellboy has to step back to avoid engaging. He’s visibly pissed.

H: What’s your problem? I thought you wanted to get rid of this thing!

G: We can’t!

The Keeper struggles to get the words out, like they’re painful to say.

G: I know its voice. It’s one of our oldest ancestors. Disturbing it is forbidden. We can’t even step foot in the sacred realm of the dead without defiling it.

H: Kid, there’s nothing sacred about it if it’s killing people.

G: You don’t understand. The spirits of the dead hold our world in place. Without the others, this one is the only tether we have. If it’s destroyed, my people will be lost in the unknown. In chaos!

The kid’s face breaks in terror. Their hands are shaking so hard, it’s amazing they can hold onto the pole. The rumbling begins anew–harder now, making disquieting noises in the ceiling.

G: Just leave. I can make it quiet.

Gears turning in Hellboy’s head draw his brow into a grave crease.

H: It was you. You set the fires.

The kid flinches. They almost scream their response.

G: I didn’t want to do it. I had to feed it something, or it would have killed us all! I saw what happens to the animals up there. They would have been slaughtered anyway. I… I really didn’t mean for anyone else to die.

Hellboy can feel his growing anger reaching down into his limbs. Before it can get there, he pulls it back.

H: Look, whatever happens if we kill that thing–can that really be worse than this?

He gestures around him at the shuddering temple walls, accidentally pointing to the distorted bodies lying in the sand.

The Keeper stares at them. Then the walls. No answer.

H: Because letting that thing *points down the hall* decide what happens to you, your people, and everybody else? That’s chaos.

The Keeper stands there, conflicted. The tip of the sword has dipped into the sand.

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intheticklecloset · 4 years ago

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Break You Down (Haikyuu!!)

Primary Universe

@ticklishfanart I’m honored that you requested something from me! I really tried my best to bring Bokuto and Kuroo to life properly, but it’s my first fic with them in it so I apologize if it’s not perfect. Still, I hope you enjoy! ^^’

12. “Am I teasing you too much?”

18. “Aw, look at that blush! Don’t hide it.”

19. “I see that smile. Come on, laugh!”

“You’re getting better at anticipating Bokuto’s spikes,” Kuroo said. He was speaking to Tsukishima, who was joining them in taking a seat on the floor, water bottle in hand. Their individual practice was running longer than normal, but none of them were willing to throw in the towel just yet.

“Thanks,” Tsuki muttered as he uncapped his bottle and took a long swig. “But I’m still not convinced it will make me that much better as a player.”

“Oh, come on!” Bokuto groaned. “What more do we have to do to get it through to you?”

“Nothing. There’s simply no convincing me.”

Bokuto and Kuroo exchanged glances. The former smirked.

“Careful, Tsukishima,” Kuroo warned, smiling. “I’m pretty sure you want to be careful about challenging our friend here on something like that. He has his methods.”

“Whatever they are, I’m certain I won’t be deterred.” Tsuki leveled a look at Bokuto. “I am quite firm in my beliefs when I need to be.”

“Uh-huh.” Bokuto grinned and jammed his fingers into Tsuki’s side, making the blonde jerk in surprise. “And I’m pretty convincing when I need to be.” Silence settled over them all, and the way Tsuki was staring at Bokuto made his grin turn into a smirk again. “What’s the matter, big guy? Ticklish?”

“No.” Tsukishima straightened, frowning, but his voice had gotten quieter. “You just startled me, punching me like that.”

“I did not punch you.” Bokuto sounded offended. He reached for Tsuki’s side again, but this time the blonde was prepared. He whipped out a hand to stop him.

“Don’t.”

Kuroo chimed in again now, chuckling. “We see that blush. Don’t hide it. You can admit you’re ticklish.”

“I’m not—hey!” Tsuki growled when Bokuto tackled him to the floor, scribbling his fingers everywhere at once. The blonde curled up, punching and kicking, trying to stay in control. “Don’t touch me! Let me go!”

“Uh, Kuroo? I could use a little help over here.” Bokuto laughed at Tsuki’s attempts to roll away from him, punch him in the face, kick him where it counted, or anything else he could think of. None of it worked, however, and soon the middle blocker felt fingers close around his wrists and pull his arms above his head. When he tried to yank them away, Kuroo sat on them.

“Stop! This is harassment!” Tsuki shouted, still kicking wildly.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” Bokuto replied, scribbling his fingers in the blonde’s now exposed underarms. “This has got to be the spot, right? Nowhere else seems to make you react like I want you to.”

Tsuki bit hard on his lip to keep his growing mirth at bay, but he was helpless against the wide smile that spread across his features.

“I see that smile!” Bokuto declared triumphantly. “Come on, laugh!”

“N-No,” Tsuki tried to growl, but it came out as more of a whimper, which made his face heat up in embarrassment. He squirmed, still trying to kick Bokuto, but finally his rival seemed to have enough of that. In the next moment he was straddled, fully pinned to the floor, with his weakest spot wide open. “No!” This time it came out as a plea rather than a protest. “S-Stop! Don’t do this!”

Kuroo spoke again. “You brought this on yourself, you know. I warned you not to challenge him.”

“Why are you helping him?” Tsuki spat, feeling completely trapped and hating it. “At the very least, couldn’t you have just sat aside?”

“Not this time.” At last, Kuroo did more than just talk – he took action, leaning forward to scribble in Tsukishima’s underarms himself.

Tsuki jumped, moving whatever part of his body he could while frantically trying to hold back the mirth that was threatening to spill out of him.

“Aww, look at that blush!” Bokuto teased, scribbling his fingers over their friend’s ribs and sides while Kuroo worked on his underarms. “Come on, man, let us hear you laugh. Please?”

Tsukishima wanted to declare he’d never give them the satisfaction, but the more logical side of him told him it would be an obvious lie. He was on the edge of breaking as it was. Instead he shook his head, biting his lip so hard it hurt. “Stop,” he managed, though through his huge smile it didn’t come off as very convincing.

Kuroo sighed. “Look, we’re being gentle with you on purpose. Do you want us to tickle you harder?” When Tsuki didn’t reply fast enough, he added, “Very well. Bokuto?”

“Oh, yeah!”

In the next moment both of them had dug their fingers deep into his sides and underarms, and at last Tsukishima couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Ugh, n-nohohohohoho,” he growled through helpless giggles, twisting his head to the side, trying to hide. “Stohohohohohop!”

“No way! Not now that we’ve finally got you giggling,” Bokuto laughed, pinching up and down his sides with glee. “You dirty little liar. You said you weren’t ticklish.”

“Lehehehehet me go,” the blonde demanded, twisting as much as he could at first, but then stopping just as quickly. Moving around while he was pinned to the floor like this only served as a reminder that he was unable to go anywhere, which was a feeling he didn’t particularly enjoy. Instead he giggled more openly to make up the difference.

“Ha! This is great! Karasuno’s big, scary middle blocker has a weakness, Kuroo!”

“Don’t get too cocky,” Kuroo shot back playfully. “You’re ticklish, too, in case you forgot.”

“Dude, don’t take this away from me.”

Tsuki had no idea what to do to get out of this. He didn’t know what they wanted from him, other than to admit he was actually learning things that would help him play volleyball better, perhaps. “Stohohohohop it. You’ve mahahahade your pohohohoint, now lehehehet me go already.”

“Don’t you ever laugh?” Bokuto asked, slipping his hands under Tsuki’s shirt to dig into his bare skin. “Come on, even you’ve got to have something that breaks you down.”

For reasons he couldn’t explain, hearing those words flustered Tsukishima immensely. He could feel his face heating up again. “Nohohohoho, I dohohohohohon’t. Lehehehehet me go.”

“Kuroo,” Bokuto whined, “try something different! I want to hear him laugh before we let him go. You’ve got the spot that made him break the first time.”

“I dihihihid not break,” Tsuki protested, but right at that moment Kuroo began to knead into his underarms with deadly precision, and his body reacted entirely on its own, jolting sharply while a sound that was suspiciously close to what Bokuto was hoping for escaped his lips without permission. “Gah!” Crap, crap, crap! “S-Stohohohohop it already, please, let me gohohoHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

Both Bokuto and Kuroo’s eyes lit up, and again they exchanged glances with each other, grinning widely. Victory was theirs.

“Aww, your laugh is so fun, Tsuki!”

“It is a nice change of pace from you.”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Tsuki screeched, giving up any last shred of hope he’d had of remaining in control and resorting instead to giving them what they wanted. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“But why? Isn’t this more fun than practicing?” Bokuto beamed, resuming his side-pinching method from before. He chuckled. “Your laugh is contagious!”

Tsuki writhed. “LEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHET ME GO!! I MEHEHEHEHEHEAN IT!!”

Again Bokuto giggled. “Why? Are we teasing you too much?”

“We?” Kuroo challenged. “I’m doing no teasing.”

“You gotta work with me here, man.”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, LET ME GOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Tsuki cried, sounding desperate now. “PLEASE!! I GIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIVE UP!! YOU WIHIHIHIN, OKAHAHAHAY?! JUST STOHOHOHOHOP!!”

Sensing genuine distress, both of the other boys let him go, climbing off of him and helping him sit up.

“That was great, Tsuki,” Bokuto said before the blonde could yell at him. “Seriously, hearing you laugh like that was the best part of my entire day.”

“It was pretty great,” Kuroo agreed. “Are you okay?”

Tsukishima had a million things he wanted to say right now. He wanted to yell at them, but then he didn’t, really. He wanted to punch them, but then he didn’t. He wanted to tell them he’d hated it, but…

“Just promise me something,” he said at last, his voice back to its normal, serious tone. He turned to look at them both. “Don’t tell anyone else. Please.”

“Aww, really?” Bokuto whined, pouting. “But it was so much fun—”

Kuroo smacked him, then turned to Tsuki. “I promise I won’t tell anyone what happened here today. Bokuto?”

“Ugh, fine,” Bokuto groaned. “I promise, too. But come on – didn’t you have any fun at all?”

Tsukishima grabbed his water bottle and stood up, walking toward the gym doors. He was done for the night. But before he’d left them entirely, he stopped and turned to look back at them, at their expectant – and somewhat anxious – faces. “It’s not something I prefer, but it could have been worse, I suppose. Good night.” Then he slipped outside.

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imagine4000 · 3 years ago

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Dinner Glitch Cont.

[NOTE: Hey guys. I hope you’re doing well during the holidays. If you haven’t caught up yet, this is another part of the Dinner Glitch turned fanfiction writing.]

[Anyway, let’s see how our heroes deal with this dilemma. Stay safe, healthy, and in holiday spirits!]

With a flick of his fingertips, a yokai with the head of a deer appears in-between his men.

“Oh. My. Pisces...that’s just not fair.”

“I know, right—why does everything look so cool with colored flames?”

“We finally meet, Dahlia. You’ve been giving my boys here a hard time, so I thought I’d step in for a change.”

“Thanks, I feel so~ special. And you are...”

“Artio,” he salutes, “my associates, Choiros and his brother, Hydor. We’re from the Rogue Hoarders Association.”

“I’m sorry—deer-head said what?”

“I’ve heard of you guys,” Dahlia glares, “your boss collects any knickknack and living thing he can grab.”

“And look who made the list.”

“Yeah~ I don’t think so. I’d like to breathe the air when not contained in a giant, glass jar.”

“Hey, I’m only doing my job, so let’s not waste time here.”

“Let’s not.”

FWIP!

🔥FLARE/BOOM!💥

The antlers extend as it explodes her powers on impact.

FWOOM!

“Dahlia!”

TUMBLE!

Donnie swoops in as they roll behind one of the tables for cover.

“Hey, what was that for?”

“You can’t fight with this toothpick stuck to yourself.”

“Well then what do you suggest—bake them a cake that says, ‘don’t kill us’?”

“Now who’s being sarcastic,” Donnie smirks.

CREAK/CLATTER!

Their eyes widen as the table is lifted by Hydor. Thinking fast, Donnie uses his spider shell to grab multiple supplies.

“Let’s. Get. Cooking!”

FWIP-FWIP—FWIP—FWIP!

CRACK/POOF/BONK!

“Dahlia, catch!”

FWIP!

Tossing her a rolling-pin, Dahlia heads towards Choiros.

HIYAAH/WHACK!

THUMP!

“Aw yeah~ that’s how we roll.”

WHIP!

“Woah!”

KICK/POW/WHACK/FWIP!

Dahlia dodges Artio’s attacks.

“Not bad, kid. If you’re lucky—hah!...our boss might let you be my sparring partner.”

“Hup!...Sorry pal, but I’m not looking for new employment.”

FWIP-FWIP!

She backflips and snags a two pipe-bags.

SPURT—SPURT!

“Gah! You little—!”

SPLAT!

“Smile~!”

📱KA-SHACK!🤳🏼

“Hah! Hey Don, check out my new piece!”

Ping!

Sent by text, Donnie looks at his phone while preoccupied with his battle shell flinging food at the heavyweights.

“Aha~ classic. I’m totally gonna blow this up and frame it.”

SPLAT/OW!

“Donnie!”

TOSS/AHH!

TACKLE!

“Augh/Ugh...”

SNATCH!

“Oh~ no/Wait-wait—”

🌪TWIRL-TWIRL~!🌪

“WOAH-OH-OH~!”

Choiros lassos them.

FLICK!

“AAAHHH!”

And they fly out of the kitchen.

BAM/ACK!

Donnie shields Dahlia as his shell hits the wall.

SLIDE~...THUD!

“Anyone get the license on that bus?”

“Um~ Donnie...you good?”

The purple terrapin shakes his head and snaps out of it.

“Are we winning?”

“We will...if you don’t crush me, first.”

His eyes widen and blushes, realizing he’s still holding her.

“What the heck is going on?!”

The teens stumble onto their feet when Bruce gets their attention.

“Well, it’s—”

“That is to say...”

“And why do you have my sword?”

“What sword?”

“🤨...”

“...O-Oh~, you mean this. Funny story...well, not funny like ‘haha’ but like—”

“Heads up!”

🔥🔥FLARE~!!

The teens leap out of the way when a flaming hand tries to squash them. The hunters charge out, and Artio notices Bruce.

“Well, well, if it ain’t the big lizard himself.”

“Artie,” Bruce snarls, “you got some nerve showin’ up on my territory!”

“And you got some nerve calling me that stupid nickname.”

SNAP!

HISS~!

Callan and Cayden take a fighting pose, but Artio has other plans.

FLARE!

“Mr. Bruce!”

“Ngh!”

The reptilian yokai are trapped in the green ring, the heat rising over their heads, forming a cage.

“Okay, full disclosure, I did not know he could do ‘that’.”

“Ya think?”

“While you scaly fiends fry yourselves, we’ll be taking our prize...oh, and that turtle kid, too.”

“Dah—wait—who?!”

“Hey, the boss might give us a bonus for a freak like him.”

“Gasp! How dare you insult someone who’s fully aware of their ironic origin!”

“Hydor, Choiros, deal with the smart-aleck. I’ve got the girl.”

GROWL!

“Oh mamma-mia!”

FWOOM!

CLANG!

Dahlia blocks Artio’s heel with the katana’s sheath and jumps back.

“Dahlia, give me the sword!”

“I-I can’t—it’s stuck!”

“Dahlia, six-o’clock!”

WHACK!

BAM!

“Dahlia!”

She doesn’t react in time and gets flung to the other side of the room with a toppled table on her back. Artio’s flamed antlers rise as he approaches.

C-Clack-Clack

Dahlia struggles to pull the sword out.

“Nice try, kid...”

She looks up to see Artio, his men holding Donatello up on his feet.

“—but that weapon won’t obey just anyone.”

🔥FLARE!🔥

“...!”

“NOOO!”

SHATTER!

Breaking through the barrier, Bruce flares fire out of his nostrils with rage as he growls.

👊🏼KA-POW!

Cayden and Callan tackling Hydor and Choiros as Donnie escapes.

“Keep—”

FWOOM!

“Your filthy mitts—”

KICK!

“—OFF MY NIECE!”

CRASH!

Bruce sends Artio to the ceiling, forming a crater of his body.

THUMP!

Once Artio passes out, Bruce turns to Dahlia as his reptilian henchmen tie up Choiros and Hydor.

“You okay k—”

“I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU WERE MY UNCLE!”

She cuts him off screaming at the top of her lungs.

“W-What...you...you knew? How—”

“How could I not?! What—were you waiting to tell me until I was an old lady?!”

“Hey, this ain’t something you wanna bring up to your own family.”

“Still, I had a right to know!”

“And I have the right to not tell you!”

“I’m older now, I can take it just fi—”

“But I can’t! I can’t let them take you too!”

Dahlia goes quiet hearing his distraught voice. Bruce sighs and sits beside her, propping his arm on one knee.

“You were just a tiny thing back then when...when your mother passed. And your dad...my little bro...he was lucky to leave the family business while he still could. If not, things would’ve been tougher raising you. But after all that...”

Bruce glares at the enemy.

“Ordered by that obsessed collector, they hunted you and your dad until that day we both lost him.”

“So~ all this time,” Donnie intervenes, “those excuses really were to come spend time with her here?”

“Brainiac finally caught on. Good for you.”

“And~ I’ll just stand over there.”

“Does...does Hueso know about this? Is that how I got my job?”

“No, no, that’s not true. It was only until your third week on the job that I came to him and spilled everything. I was just surprised he let you stay on, but made him swore to look out for you when I’m not around. Besides...my job ain’t exactly the kind you’d be proud to hear every day.”

“...Uncle Bruce.”

The yokai looks down at his niece.

“I know it’s tough...for both of us...but you’ve been there for dad before and you still are with me. That’s enough to know how much you still care.”

Dahlia pats his shoulder.

“Like I told Donnie and his brothers...I don’t care who or what you are. You’re still my uncle and I love you no matter what.”

Bruce eventually smiles and helps Dahlia up on her feet.

“How touching.”

💥💥BOOM!🔥🔥

“Ack/Ngh/Dah!”

All of a sudden, a blast of energy forces them to separate. Artio creates fiery spheres circling himself.

“Boys, hold him off!”

Callan and Cayden face-off against the deer yokai while the others take cover.

“Donnie, quick! Get this sword off me!”

“He can’t do that.”

“What?!”

“Yeah—what? Why can’t I?”

“You should know how! It’s your sword!”

“But it’s made by your dad. He infused a drop of your DNA with any weapon he might’ve created. It’s a mechanism for when you’re in danger.”

“Well, it’s clear to me that I’m in danger and need help!”

“It’ll only work if you put your full faith and trust in it.”

“So, like bonding.”

“Exactly.”

BOOM/FLARE!

They hear the commotion and see Artio freeing his henchmen.

“And if you’re gonna do it then do it now!”

“...🤨🤨 ...”

“Uh—I mean...no pressure.”

Bruce turns around, cracking his knuckles.

“Alright, purple, let’s do some damage. Think you can keep up?”

“Does an atom have negatively-charged electrons orbiting its nucleus?”

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t kill the moment and just say yes.”

“In hindsight to your question...let’s catch some game!”

FWOOM!

“FIBONACCI!”

WHAM!

Donatello surprises Hydor by turning his staff into the rocket-powered hammer, making him collide into his brother.

“Now that’s more like it!”

FWOOM/RAA!

KICK/SWING/POW/FWIP-FWIP!

While they’re holding the frontline, Dahlia stares at the weapon.

[Remember, Dahlia...the true power of a weapon channels from within the body, mind, and soul.]

“...*Exhale*...(mumbles)I hope you’re right, dad.”

Closing her eyes, Dahlia concentrates.

SNARL!

Choiros charges towards Dahlia.

POUND!

But he steps back when two duplicates of her familiar, Fable, in muscular form block his way.

POW!

Callan distracts him with a roundhouse kick.

“Your fight isss with me, rodent!”

SHAAA~

A thread of her powers begins to wrap around the habaki.

CLANG—CLANG!

Donnie swings his tech-bo to shield Artio’s attacks.

“For a big-head turtle, you sure know how to dish out in a fight.”

“Excuse me,” Donnie sarcastically retorts, “but this is Grade-A brain power here, buddy-o!”

“Then why did I just outsmart you?”

“Wait, what do you mean by—”

👊🏼💥PUNCH/GAH!

Artio throws a fist, spinning Donnie back before he shakes his head from the pain.

“Augh...okay, mocking me while off my guard. Pretty smart indeed...but I bet your insignificant mind didn’t think of this!”

C-CLACK/VRR/SHACK!

His bo turns into his multi-torture device, ready to strike.

FWIP!

🔥SLASH/FLARE!

Using his antlers, he cuts and burns half of it off.

“Oh...oh, okay...”

FLARE~

“Dah~ running away!”

Donnie dives to evade the others, eventually rolling in-between the bodyguards to where Dahlia is.

“Hey, um, remember when I said, ‘no pressure’? Well, I don’t mean to pry into your Zen-mode, but I’m feeling a lot of pressure right now and—and~ Good Galileo...”

What he sees makes him stare in awe.

SHAA~

Now shining like a thousand gems, the sword reacts with Dahlia’s powers, as she pulls the sheath.

SHWING~

C-CLANK!

“Is that...”

“Ooh~ ho-ho—this is gonna be awesome.”

BAM!

Bruce is slammed to the wall, lifted by Hydor’s iron grip.

“Hey!”

KER-POW!

“!?”

THWACK!

Not only Hydor, but Choiros is also knocked out and blown aside.

“You know the rules.”

Everyone turns to Dahlia, the sword’s appearance completely altered.

“Start throwing fists and I’ll throw you out on your keister.”

TO BE CONTINUED...

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #Donnie x OC character #rise of the tmnt oc characters #rottmnt oc characters #rottmnt boss bruce #rise of the tmnt boss bruce #saverottmnt

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hopeamarsu · 3 years ago

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Of potions and myths - Chapter 5

William “Ironhead” Miller x f!reader

Word count 3,1k

Warnings: Some insecurities, some angst, a lot of talking, mention of child abandonment

A/N: It’s decision making time!

Chapter 4 - Chapter 6

The man leaves the living room after he’s given you the news, promising to return once you have had time to talk. He stresses that you don’t need to make the decision now, but the sooner you come to the conclusion, the sooner preparations can be made.

You sit next to Will when you are finally alone. The air is heavy and suffocating around you as you turn the words spoken to you in your mind. A lifetime of heartbreak or a lifetime with someone you barely know but are inexplicably drawn to?

“It’s your decision.”

Will’s words, spoken again in a flat tone, cuts through the haze and you whip your head up to gape at him. He remains as he is, shoulders set and his whole body tight, eyes set forward and his mouth in a grim line. He looks like a soldier headed for war, his feelings and thoughts hidden behind an iron wall and it makes you ache for him. You draw strength from inside of yourself and grasp his hand into yours.

“Our decision. This needs to come from us both, not just one of us. It’s both our souls, both our lives and both of us here, together.” You emphasize but don’t look at him as you speak, instead focusing on his hands and fingers, tracing them with your own. The pads of your fingers discover callouses, smooth spots and rough skin as you watch the tendrils appear, complimenting his skin tone and bathing it in golden and silver light.

You want to explore all his skin this way, you realize. Spend hours upon hours just mapping it all out, discover all his wounds and kiss them better. Trace the scars and heal as many as you can, if only through kisses and caresses. All his sweet spots and points that make him tick. But to get there you’ll need to agree on this.

“Sweetheart, if our views don’t match, I can never ask you to change your mind. So in the end, it is your decision.” He tries to be gentle, tries to not influence you, but it only makes you more agitated.

“So you decide that for the both of us? You don’t even want to talk about it, just resign yourself to whatever fate I choose? How is that fair?” You can’t help it, your voice raises as anger bleeds into it. You drop his hand abruptly and rise to your feet, forcing Will to look at you alarmed. You start to pace the living room, your arms flailing around you as you vent.

“If I choose the option you don’t want, it’s going to cause so much pain in either case. If you want this and I don’t, we’ll have to spend our lives looking over our shoulders so as not to see each other again and you’ll hate me because I have forced us into it. If I want this and you don’t, I will force you to be bound into me and it will cause so much heartbreak and it’s not fair. You’ll hate me and I don’t want that.”

Your voice dwindles as does your anger, just as quickly as it rose. There’s no use in being angry, you just need to figure out how to move forward now. You stop your movements and sigh. You pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to gather your thoughts and leave all your confused emotions out of the equation.

“There is so much I don’t understand…” You mumble to yourself. Why did he growl at the elder, but not at Ben? What do the colors mean? What does a werewolf bond even mean, will you turn into one? Will the bite hurt?

You shake your head to rid yourself of the rambling thoughts; those can be answered later, if needed. There is only one important question on the tip of your tongue, wanting to come out.

“If you had to make the choice, which option would you get?” You ask, focusing your eyes into the wall behind the loveseat where Will sits. The rigid body of the soldier stays completely still as he ponders his words and you wait for him to answer. The hum of the connection jumps with every breath you take, your chests rising and falling in sync.

“I would choose you.”

The words come out slow, calculated and in an undertone, but you hear them clear as day. You chance a look at his blue eyes, the iron wall still high up behind them, so you cannot discern anything from them so you are left guessing. You feel like you are spinning as they buzz in your ear. His conviction in his words sounds ludacris after only a day of knowing one another. But also so right at the same time.

“How do you know? Are you sure this isn’t just the connection talking?” You need to be sure.

“Maybe it’s my wolf, maybe it’s the connection, I don’t know.” Will offers, holding out his hand for you to take. A beat passes and he starts to withdraw his hand, defeated. Quickly you spring into action and grasp it tight. You share a small smile as skin touches skin, feeling better and more calm already. He pulls you next to him again, but this time he turns so that your knees touch on the small couch and he keeps holding your hand, ignoring the tendrils for now.

“But I do know this; when I’m with you, near you, I don’t want to leave. I want to be here with you, do all this with you. I don’t know if that’s love yet, but I do want to explore it and I want you to be mine. I felt it the second our eyes met at the pub.”

“Will, this is crazy! We’ve known each other for A DAY!”

“I know, sweetheart, I know. But I can’t help it and I don’t want to either. My wolf feels the same.” He takes your hand and places it on top of his heart. The thump-thump of his heart is rapid, so fast under your fingertips and you have the sudden urge to make it calm, soothe it out and make sure it doesn’t feel like this erratic ever again.

“Do you feel that? I feel this way as I’m close to you and I wouldn’t change this feeling for anything. You make me feel alive and it's why I don’t think you are nothing. To me, you are everything. My wolf agrees and that’s why he wants to reach for you, be with you. Because of all this, I will always choose you.”

He lifts your hand away from his chest and brings it to his lips, kissing the back of your hand softly. His lips feel soft and plump against your knuckles and you let out a happy sigh. As he releases it, your hand twitches because you want it back where it was, against the warmth and affection you felt. You refuse to call it love yet, but deep down you know it’s only a matter of time.

You look at the man in front of you, taking in the beautiful eyes, the single second they flash into red and back to blue again. The lips you have felt on your own, the coarse hairs above them that tickles when he kisses you but causes shivers down your spine, and the sharpness of his nose, the regality it offers him.

You glance at his forehead and mussed up blond hair, aching to mess it up further before venturing lower, cataloging the strong jaw and cropped beard, remembering how it felt on your skin as he kissed you in your kitchen and in here. How you think it would feel when he kisses you lower.

You take in the curve where his neck meets his shoulder and it looks delectable. You would love to kiss him there, nibble and lick and suck until he’s a puddle of goo under you.

You keep studying him, his words echoing in your mind as you try to come into a conclusion. As you do, you realize it was the only choice there ever really was. Your heart had been made up long before, your mind just needed to get there too.

He waits patiently for your answer, though Will feels his nerves ramp up. This is it, this will determine his fate and he has just laid out all his cards and his heart at your feet. As the ticking clock provides the only soundtrack, he takes a deep breath through his nose, willing whatever deity is out there that you won’t crush it.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven… He counts the seconds ticking by, growing more nervous as the number grows higher and you remain silent. Just as Will is about to speak, crush his own heart, your words come out.

“Yes. Let’s do it. Let’s complete the bond and see where it takes us,” You say and Will cannot hold himself still any longer. He surges forward and claims your lips in a passionate kiss, pouring all his happiness and his desire into it.

One of his hands grips the back of your head and neck, flattening his palm to keep you grounded to him and the other finds its place on your hip, kneading the flesh gently as he deepens the kiss by slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You quickly lose the sense of place and time as he kisses you, the power in it devouring you completely as you surrender to it. His mustache tickles your upper lip as he molds your mouths together and your fingers tangle in his hair, gripping it where you can and scratching your nails across his scalp.

A deep rumble, a purr almost, leaves his chest as you hit a particularly good spot and he tugs you in closer, your legs slotting on either side of his legs when he pulls you into his lap.

Will is nearly fully gone now, his mind fully focused on pulling sweet moans from your lips as he abandons your lips in favor of nibbling you jaw and neck, trailing an inferno behind him as he moves up and down, aiming higher until he kisses the spot just behind your ear that makes you shake in his arms. With a low chuckle, he comes up for air, murmuring sweet nothings onto your lips.

“Will - gah, Will, we need to…” You tug on his hair, relishing the rumble that leaves his chest. As much as you wish to disappear into him and into this, the nagging feeling that you are in his brother's house keeps you somewhat coherent.

“We need to do what, sweetheart?” The man has a voice made of honey and sin as he traces your collarbones with his tongue. You really do want to throw caution to the wind and complete the bond here and now, on this small loveseat that barely fits you both. “Pope…” You manage to gasp out, his teeth grazing on your shoulder makes you nearly black out.

The single word seems to sober him up quickly and Will rips himself off your body, the red eyes wide and predatory as a reminder of just how far he had gone. “You’re right,” he pants, eyes tracking the saliva on your skin with hunger.

He can feel the desire to bite just under the surface and as he touches his teeth with his tongue, he feels them already changed a little, becoming more pointed and sharp. It takes him a second to pull himself back before he winks at you.

“Can’t have you thinking of other men while I have you on top of me.” The grin on his face is playful and wolfish. You match his grin and place your palm against his cheek, stroking it gently. He barely avoids nuzzling into it and purring, but only barely. It feels too good and his heart is elated that you want this as much as he does.

“I can assure you, he was not in my mind because what you were doing wasn’t enough.”

“Mhmmm, but I wasn’t doing a good enough job if you can still think.”

“Behave,” You tease him gently as you untangle yourself, rising up from the couch and he follows eagerly, his huge paw finding the sliver of skin that has appeared with your wonky shirt.

He traces his forefinger on it, teasing the waistband of your pants as he watches mesmerized the golden swirls that appear. He tries to follow one, but it seems to swirl away from him as others appear to mix in on the joyous dance.

“Will?”

“Hmm?”

“We still need to talk with the elders on how to move forward. And I suspect your brothers are anxiously waiting just outside,” you nod towards the front door, something he hasn’t even realized was closed firmly. He agrees but not before pulling you tight into his chest as he buries his face on the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent he’s already addicted to to ground himself.

“Let’s do this.” He finally releases you, but keeps you tucked in as you step outside the house together. Will’s eyes immediately hone in on brothers; Benny sitting on the porch swing, Frankie leaning over the railing and Santi with his back against the wall.

They all jump up when the door closes behind both of you and turn to face you. The two older men remain neutral but Will can see a grin trying to break its way free on Benny’s face as he looks at how close Will is keeping you. His little brother always did have a romantic streak in him.

“We are going to try and complete the bond,” he tells them bluntly, not wanting to hide anything from them. Benny lets out a small ‘whoop’ and barrels into him, making Will lose his hold on you as he hugs him tight. You step away discreetly, allowing them to have their moment as Frankie sides up with you.

“Are congratulations in order then?” The tall man mumbles as he settles into an easy stance, arms crossed loosely and feet planted wide. His tone is mild but you can sense the underlying curiosity and slight worry over this.

“Mhmm, we are going to try. We still don’t know all the details or even how hard it will be, so…” You let your voice die down, he’ll catch the drift you hope. He nods, keeping his eyes forward at the two brothers.

“We are brothers and a family, but those two are related by blood, so their bond runs a bit deeper. Benny is younger and Will’s always been the one he’s looked up to. Their mother, Mrs Miller, she - uuuuhhh - she left when the boys were young, I don’t think Benny was even three. Their father came to us and asked to join our pack, since their previous one kicked them out because of the sins of the mother.”

Frankie takes a small pause, warmth in his eyes as he looks at the two blond men together. “My grandfather, who was one of the elders then, was the one to welcome them in and we’ve been tight ever since. Santi, Pope, joined not soon after and we all trickled into the military and Delta one after the other as we grew up. It’s always been us and always will be us together.”

“So that’s why he didn’t growl at Benny,” You murmur, mostly to yourself. Frankie nods, having heard your words and goes on to explain that a wolf will growl and snap at anyone who they deem a threat to family and loved ones, ultimately attacking to protect if needed. Within a family though, touching and closeness is encouraged. That’s why they are so physical with one another, he tells you. Actually, having the pack scent mark you at some point might be beneficial, the older man muses.

All this pack business thrusted against your brain produces a lot of good images and fantasies that your mind is spinning. It feels a little too much too fast, so you steer the conversation back into safer ground by looking fondly at Will nudging Benny on the shoulder in a playful manner.

“He's very lucky to have all of you.”

“We are lucky to have him. And all their family in fact, a lot of Millers joined our pack after them and expanded it. Hence why it’s called Miller-Morales pack now, even if it was originally just Morales pack. There are other families also, like the Garcia’s,” Frankie nods towards Pope, who has now joined his two brothers on the porch and the men are talking amongst themselves.

“The name is because we are the two biggest families around and Morales being the founding family, but the duties and responsibilities are divided equally among everyone. Each family chooses an elder and all elders form the council to guarantee fairness and voice for all.” You did wonder about that and it makes so much sense as Frankie explains it all. It also gives you a sense of just how big the pack is, since there are six elders.

He startles you then by grasping your arm into his warm one for a second. He looks you deep in the eyes, keeping the connection as he speaks. “He might not say it, but I can already tell that this bond means everything to Will. He’s been through a lot, too much in fact, and we all want only the best for him. The man deserves nothing more than happiness. I hope you realize that.”

“I do.” You whisper softly, your heart beating harder in your chest at Frankie’s confession and slight challenge. It makes you grin that they are looking out for Will and while you didn’t expect to have the talk with one of his brothers, having Frankie do it makes perfect sense. With a soft smile, the man tips his ball cap in your direction and steps to slap Will in the back softly, joining the conversation.

You take the moment of silence and begin thumping through your phone, adding things into your notes so you can keep track of the questions still swirling in your mind. You need to get to your workstation, you decide, after the list grows in length. Who knows how long it will take the elders to gather all the needed information? And you can’t just sit tight and wait, you decide, your inner researcher excited about the prospect of digging into a mystery.

“Will?” You hate to interrupt the boys talking animatedly with one another, but you know you have to. “How good are you with books?”

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its-nebula · 4 years ago

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Love Is...

Kokichi Oma x Reader

Thank you to @memeh-stuff for the idea! <3

"S/O... S/O wake up!"

You woke up to Kokichi bouncing excitedly on your bed, looking much like an excited puppy, ready to go for a walk. As cute as he was when he was excited, you noticed that it was still dark outside through the windows. Rolling your eyes, you pulled the cover over your head, hoping he’d stop. Apparently, you didn’t know your boyfriend very well, because he jumped on top of you instead.

“Kokichi, stoooooop! You’re gonna break the mattress!” You whined, peeking your head out from under the covers.

“Oh, calm down, S/O. You’re really acting like we’re not going to break the mattress later tonight~” He laughed as you threw a pillow directly into his face, and he kissed your cheek. “Happy Valentine’s Day, S/O. I have something prepared for you, so wake up already!” He started to pout, and upon seeing his sad eyes, you sighed in defeat, getting up.

“YAY! Okay, okay, wait right here!” Kokichi dashed off the bed and left the room, while you yawned and stretched. You watched as he came back with a tray in his hands, and he set it down on your lap. You took a look at the purple heart-shaped pancakes in front of you, with smiley faces made of whipped cream on them, and your heart immediately melted. “Do you like it? I made it just for you!”

“Aw, Kichi, this is so adorable! I love them!” You kissed your boyfriend’s cheek, and he smiled at you. He scooted next to you as you took a bite. You then took another piece and fed it to him, giggling at how chubby his cheeks looked. “It’s good, isn’t it?”

“MMM-HMMM!”

The two of you took turns feeding each other until it was all gone.

“Well, I have to admit, that was worth waking up at 6:30 in the morning for.” You told Kokichi. “Thank you so much, it was lovely!”

“Oh, we’re just getting started for the day! Get up and get ready, we’ve got a full day ahead of us!”

“Really? You’ve never been one for mushy Valentine’s Day activities, what’s the occasion?” You raised an eyebrow at him. All he did was smirk and put his hands behind his head.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, now stop being such a lazy-bones and get ready.”

After taking a shower and getting dressed, Kokichi very hurriedly rushed you into the car, and he could barely sit still from his excitement. You were a bit worried that he was going to crash, and you nervously told him to slow down before he hit an innocent pedestrian from flying down the road. “Aw, you’re no fun!”

Somehow you managed to get to the park alive, but maybe not for much longer as he practically pulled your arm out of the socket. “Kokichi I’m going as fast as I can!”

“Then walk faster!” As you struggled to keep up with him, you didn’t even have time to focus on where you were going. When he’d finally stopped, you ran into him, but he caught you before you could fall down. “Wow, S/O, you’re so clumsy! Anyways, behold! I’ve arranged for us to have a horse-drawn carriage ride! How romantic is that?!”

“Wow, for me? You know that you didn’t have to do that...”

“Yeah, yeah, but I wanted to! Now, hop on!” He helped you into the carriage, then climbed in himself. He took a blanket and laid it out over your laps, then cuddled with you. “Pretty cool, right? Only the best for my S/O!”

“I love it, but...”

“But?” His head shot up and he got a worried look on his face. “What did I do wrong?! Are you too cold? Do you need more blankets? Is this not lovey-dovey enough for you?!”

“Kichi, Kichi, slow down! What’s gotten into you?” You pouted after seeing him so distressed. It wasn’t like him at all to get this riled up, especially on Valentine’s Day. It seemed that he realized how stressed he seemed, because he quickly cleared his throat and put on his usual smile. You squinted at him-- you could tell that something was up.

“I just know that you only deserve the best, that’s all, babycakes!” He booped you on the nose, and you playfully swatted it away. His smile said that he was fine, but the panic behind his eyes said something different.

Before you could question it, you felt the carriage roll over a large bump, and you held onto Kokichi. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna let you fall. You’re precious cargo~”

“Heh...thanks.” You couldn’t help but blush at his words. Suddenly, the carriage rolled over another, bigger bump, and it sent you flying out on the ground, and into the mud. You tried to save yourself by holding out your arms, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the wisest idea, and now you were on the ground in pain.

“GAH! S/O!” You watched as your boyfriend practically somersaulted out of the carriage and ran towards you, kneeling at your side. “Oh no, no, no! Are you okay? Did you just sprain your wrist?! That idiot coachman-”

“Just...take me to the doctor.” You requested. Although he looked on the verge of tears, he helped you up.

“I’m going to go give that coachman a piece of my mind! I’ll be right back, please wait in the car for me.” He handed you the keys, which you accepted, and glumly sauntered back to Kokichi’s car. Once you got in, you sighed, looking out the window. You felt bad that you would have to cancel his plans, but he’d also been acting very strangely towards you.

Once he got to the car, he started to drive in silence, seemingly in deep thought. You couldn’t help but notice his eyes were a light shade of red, as if he’d been crying. You couldn’t read his expression, though, as he was just staring blankly at the road.

“What/s wrong, Kokichi?” You asked, breaking the silence. “Something’s been bothering you all morning. What is it?”

He glanced at you, before sighing in defeat. He clenched the steering wheel as he started to speak. “I just...wanted to give you the perfect Valentine’s Day. My friends... they don’t believe that I really love you, because I tend not to be romantic. They think my love for you is just... is just...” You gasped as you saw a tear roll down his cheek. “ANOTHER ONE OF MY DUMB LIES!”

You were worried once again that he was going to crash, but it broke your heart to see he was feeling this way. “Is that what all of this is about? Kokichi, I know that you love me. You don’t have to sit here and prove it to me because of some dumb holiday you don’t even like!”

He sniffed as he glanced at you again. “R-Really? Do you really mean that...?”

“Of course I do! You show your love to me in other ways every single day! It doesn’t matter that I don’t get sent 10 dozen roses or get carried away into the sunset on some horse. Your company... is all I need. I love you, Kokichi Oma.” You took his hand and held it tightly in yours.

“...I love you too, S/O.”

#kokichi oma #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #imagine #kokichi x reader #kokichi ouma

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sickficsforthesoul · 3 years ago

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I’ve got a nice little prompt for you! (Actually two but I’ll put them in two separate asks).

This one is a character who may be out of your comfort zone but how about a sick Kuroo who has been sick for a while with what he thinks is something pretty mild so he takes a few days off but even though he’s not getting better he feels guilty about missing so much practice since he’s captain.

But then things go downhill and he gets a lot worse really fast.

Excited to see the things that come out of this blog!!

-Lu

Here's a surprise fic for you. I'm moving into my college dorm Sunday, so I'm writing as much as I can before then to make up for that and not posting much this week.

I hope I did Kuroo justice in this, so enjoy!

Captain Cat's Conundrum

Sick Kuroo and caretakers Kai and Yaku with a bit of Kenma for good measure

Word count: 2185 words

Tetsurou had a cold. He was curled up under heavy blankets in his bed, coughing, shivering, and aching for the past three days. Tetsurou had already missed the past three days of school and practice because his mother insisted that he rest and recover at home. Tetsurou knew she was right, and he also knew that going to school would spread his germs to other students. Still, he couldn’t help but feel guilty over missing so much practice. Yaku and Kai had brought his schoolwork along with updating him on the team’s progress, but Tetsurou wasn’t satisfied. He was the team captain! He should be at practice with his team, not sitting in bed with a little cold.

So Tetsurou had snuck out the next morning, creeping out of the house with his school supplies and volleyball bag before his mother came to check on him. His mother would kill him when he got home, but Tetsurou would deal with that later. Tetsurou jogged to school to avoid being late for morning practice. He stopped at the gym doors to catch his breath, coughing lightly to clear mucus from his throat. Once his throat was cleared, Tetsurou entered the gym with his usual grin.

“Hey guys,” Tetsurou called to his teammates.

“Kuroo!” Lev and Shibayama shouted happily.

“Took you long enough, Roosterhead,” Yaku teased while walking over to Tetsurou. “Any longer, and I was going to make myself captain instead.”

“Liberoes can’t be captains, Yaku,” Kai chided from the bench. “How are you, Kuroo? Are you feeling better?”

“Definitely,” Tetsurou grinned, “my mom was just overreacting. You know how she is.”

“That’s true,” Kenma said quietly from behind Tetsurou.

“Gah!” Tetsurou jumped at his best friend’s sudden appearance. “Don’t do that to me, Kenma,” Tetsurou coughed. “I’m an old man. My heart can only take so much shock, you know!”

“You’re not that old,” Kenma muttered as he pushed past Tetsurou to enter the gym.

Kai looked at Tetsurou with concern. “Are you sure you’re okay? That cough didn’t sound good.”

“I’m fine,” Tetsurou reassured his friend. “The cough will go away on its own. Haven’t you ever had a cough after you had a cold for a while?”

“I suppose I have,” Kai said, but his face was still doubtful. “You’ll tell us if you start feeling sick, won’t you?”

“Of course I will. I’m not that dumb,” Tetsurou scoffed.

“I sure hope you’re not,” Yaku eyed Tetsurou suspiciously. “If you don’t tell us, I’ll kick your ass for lying to us.”

“So violent, Yakkun!” Tetsurou sighed dramatically. “This is why you’re the demon senpai. Even the devil himself is scared of you.”

Yaku launched himself at Tetsurou with a shriek of fury. Tetsurou laughed and dodged Yaku’s attack, but the libero didn’t give up, opting to chase Tetsurou around the gym instead. Kai awkwardly watched the duo for a few minutes before joining in the chase too to catch the troublesome third years (“Wait, guys! We have practice right now. You can’t just goof off the entire time! You’re setting a bad example for the others!”).

Tetsurou made it through morning practice and the first half of the day with no issue, but by lunch, certain problems were beginning to emerge. The first was Tetsurou’s ever-growing headache. It pounded in his temples throughout lunch, distracting him from his friends and food. The second was his cough. It was stronger than that morning, and Tetsurou was struggling to hide his coughing fits from the watchful eyes of Kai and Yaku. The final problem was the terribly uncomfortable combination of chills and aches wracking his body. Tetsurou’s muscles ached as his body shivered despite the fairly warm air around him.

Tetsurou stumbled through his afternoon classes, feigning attention to hide how sick he was feeling. Thankfully, Yaku and Kai weren’t in his afternoon classes to witness Tetsurou’s pitiful acting because Tetsurou was sure they would have dragged him home on the spot. But Tetsurou can’t let that happen. He has practice after school, and he was determined to make up for all that he’d missed in the past few days.

When classes finally end, Tetsurou walked leisurely to the gym for practice. He somehow was the first to arrive, so he began an easy warm-up. By the time he was finished, everyone else was in the gym warming up too. Tetsurou also felt slightly better, the ache in his muscles dulled by the adrenaline now in his system. The cough and headache still proved to be a problem, but Tetsurou had become much better at ignoring the headache and swallowing back coughs before they could escape. Even so, Yaku and Kai stared at him for a minute, both his friends suspicious of Tetsurou’s health. They only stopped when Coach Naoi fussed at them to warm up instead of standing around.

The rest of practice followed a similar pattern. No matter what Tetsurou was doing, Kai and Yaku were never far away, always watching for any cracks in their captain’s façade of good health. By the end of practice, Kai and Yaku were starting to think that they might have overreacted at morning practice. Tetsurou looked mostly fine all practice. Maybe his cheeks were a little flushed or his breathing a bit heavy, but that could easily be attributed to the amount of exercise he was doing.

Coach Nekomata was unusually spartan with his training throughout practice. So far, the team had done sprints, flying falls, receiving drills, and blocking drills all in the span of an hour and a half, so most of the team looked just as disheveled as Tetsurou by the end of practice. Coach Nekomata dismissed them a few minutes ago, but the third years and Kenma remained in the gym with the coaches. The third years were supposed to help clean up, and Kenma stayed because he always walked home with Tetsurou.

With everyone else gone, the coaches went to Nekomata’s office to get their things while the third years cleaned. Kai and Yaku got to work immediately, but Tetsurou lagged behind his friends. The adrenaline in his system was fading, and the aches and chills returned with a vengeance as Tetsurou’s head continued to throb. His lungs twinged uncomfortably, a cough building in his throat. Tetsurou tried to stifle it, but his body was done obeying him. Instead, a loud hacking cough escaped Tetsurou’s throat and echoed through the mostly empty gym.

Kai and Yaku whipped around to face their captain, shocked by the nasty cough, but Tetsurou wasn’t done. His abused lungs were tired of holding back, and his body spasmed with pain. Another cough tore out of Tetsurou’s throat, and then another. Coughs wracked Tetsurou’s shivering frame, and the boy fell to his knees as the coughing fit deprived his lungs of much-needed oxygen. Tetsurou’s head spun, his eyes foggy and unable to focus on anything.

Coughs continued to come. Tetsurou’s body was screaming for oxygen, but his lungs couldn’t calm down enough to let any air through. Tetsurou wheezed miserably, body shaking with strain and exhaustion. What the hell was happening? Tetsurou was fine that morning (well, maybe not that fine, but not this bad either), so how did he deteriorate so quickly? Tetsurou’s racing thoughts did nothing to ease the headache, and Tetsurou was sure that if he didn’t stop coughing soon, he might end up passed out on the gym floor.

Someone rubbed his back. Tetsurou lifted his heavy head to see Yaku carefully but firmly rubbing his back. The pressure helped Tetsurou focus and relax, causing his breathing speed to decrease and his coughs to lessen. Another hand came to rest on Tetsurou’s forehead (Kai’s, Tetsurou assumed), most likely taking his temperature. Tetsurou also saw Kenma walking toward him, holding Tetsurou’s water bottle. Kenma offered him the bottle, and Tetsurou took a small sip, hands still shaky and unsure. After a few sips, Yaku and Kai manhandled Tetsurou until he was sitting on his backside instead of his knees. Yaku and Kai looked at him sternly, and Tetsurou knew he was in very big trouble.

Surprisingly, Kai was the first one to speak. “Kuroo, why didn’t you tell us you weren’t feeling well?”

“I was feeling b-better during practice, so I d-didn’t think it was t-that bad,” Tetsurou muttered, his words broken up by coughs.

Yaku raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Really, Roosterhead? That’s the best excuse you can come up with?”

“...Yes…?” Tetsurou said, though it sounded more like a question than an answer, even to his own ears.

“...You can tell us, Kuroo. We’re still your friends, even when you’re acting stupid.” Kenma leveled Tetsurou with a flat but stern gaze, and Tetsurou knew he had no choice but to explain.

“I feel bad, okay?!” Tetsurou snapped. “I’ve already missed three days of practice for a stupid cold, and I can’t miss any more practice, or I’ll get behind!”

“You can be such an idiot sometimes, Kuroo,” Yaku sighed, eyes oddly soft. “You’re allowed to miss practice when you’re sick. We know you wouldn’t skip practice, and no one wants your nasty germs in the gym anyway.”

“Yes, Kuroo,” Kai chimed in gently. “Our coaches aren’t so terrible that they’d make you practice while sick.”

“I know that,” Tetsurou sighed, “but it’s different for me. I’ve already missed too much, and I can’t stand missing any more practice!”

Kenma tilted his head lazily. “Why’s it different for you, Kuroo?” Kenma asked calmly.

“Because I’m the captain!” Tetsurou exclaimed, coughing as air caught in his lungs. “I can’t afford to slack off. I have to set a good example. I have to…” Tetsurou was crying at that point, exhaustion amplifying his emotions to an extreme level.

“Kuroo…” Kai whispered as he wrapped a sobbing Tetsurou in a delicate hug. “You are setting a good example. You’re a wonderful captain, and everyone on the team knows it.”

Yaku snuck into the hug too, squeezing Tetsurou with his warm, comforting arms. “Kai’s right, Kuroo. You’re a good captain. You know I’d kick your ass if you weren’t right?”

“Yes,” Tetsurou mumbled through more tears.

“And since I haven’t kicked your ass, do you know what that means?” Yaku pressed as Tetsurou’s sobs become quiet.

“That I’m a good captain?” Tetsurou asked, voice rough from tears and coughs.

“Exactly,” Yaku smiled warmly. “You’re a very good captain, Kuroo, but do you know what else you are?”

“...An idiot?” Tetsurou guessed, reaching up to wipe away any remaining tears.

Yaku chuckled softly. “Got it in one. Now let’s get you home. I don’t think you have a cold anymore. Kai?”

“It seems more like the flu to me. That fever is far too high to be just a cold,” Kai agreed, helping Yaku pull Testurou off the gym floor. “What do you think, Kenma?”

“Flu, probably. His symptoms match pretty well,” Kenma answered, stepping back to give Kai and Yaku room to work. “He could have had a cold earlier and picked up a flu virus on top of that.”

“Man, Kuroo, your luck sucks!” Yaku snickered as he supported Tetsurou. “You’re lucky you didn’t pass out. Coach Naoi would have freaked out if he had to call an ambulance for you.”

“You’re so mean, Yaku,” Tetsurou whined with as much energy as he could muster. “No wonder Lev is so scared of you, you snarky little devil!”

“I’m not little!” Yaku huffed but continued to support Tetsurou to the door.

“You two are too much sometimes,” Kai sighed at their antics. “Kenma, can you show us where Kuroo lives?”

“Yeah. Follow me,” Kenma agreed easily. “Hey Kuroo, you know I’m gonna tell your mom everything, right?”

Tetsurou’s eyes widened in horror. “Kenma, you can’t! She’ll never let me live this down! Please don’t tell her. I’m begging you!”

Kenma giggled at Tetsurou’s uncharacteristic behavior. “But if I don’t tell her, then she’ll fuss at me. I don’t like to be fussed at, Kuroo.”

“I’ll do whatever you want,” Tetsurou begged. “Just don’t tell my mom!”

Kenma’s face twisted into a mirthful smirk. “Okay. We’ll have a Super Smash Bros. tournament as soon as you get better.”

Tetsurou’s face fell instantly. “Smash Bros? But I suck at that game!”

“I know,” Kenma nodded sagely. “Kai, Yaku, you guys can come too if you want.”

“Sounds good, Kenma. Let us know when you pick a date and time,” Kai smiled at the setter. Yaku snickered and nodded in agreement.

Tetsurou groaned inwardly. These people were really his friends, huh? But they were taking him home after he got sick, Tetsurou reasoned. They were also helping him walk, and Tetsurou had no doubt that they wouldn’t leave his house until they had him feed, in bed, and drugged up on flu medicine. They were kind and caring when they wanted to be, and Tetsurou appreciated all they were doing for him right now. Maybe his friends weren’t so bad after all.

(No, scratch that. They were making fun of him for maining Kirby in Smash now. They were definitely assholes.)

#sickiesoul writes #sickfic #fever #coughing #influenza #cold #kuroo tetsurou #kenma kozume #yaku morisuke #kai nobuyuki #haikyu!! whump #haikyu whump #haikyuu whump #haikyuu!!#anime whump

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birdwonder · 5 years ago

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I just saw your body swap HCs for the Bucciarati gang, so could I request one for the Crusaders? I also heard about your computer troubles, so if it’s too long and rage inducing I apologize. (Hope you can get your computer fixed) (also found out I could use emojis thanks to you!)🃏

|| sorry for the late response ! thanks for the concern, jester/joker ( whatever shall i call you? ) btw !

Original Post + TW : comedic, very light nsfw

Star Dust Crusaders | Bodyswap Headcanons

Jotaro Kujo

- The two of you were heading out to buy some cold beverages when you were hit with the stand attack that wasn’t even all that surprising seeing as Dio had sent non-stop, relentless attacks against you all ever since your journey had began. What was surprising was the stand’s effects however.

- When you staggered backwards, you had unfortunately hit your head against a stop street sign that hurt more than you wanted to admit. There was some shock though, as you hadn’t bashed against the pole of the sign but the actual image it displayed it’s self - something you were sure you were too short to reach. “How the hell?” You muttered to yourself while rubbing the back of your hair, pausing when you realised how freakishly different your hair felt. Not to mention, when you looked down, those were definitely not your clothes.

- “You tell me.” A voice- Your voice responded, your own eyes glaring at you yet from a much lower angle. Shit, you were tall. Or, was this body tall? If you had to guess by your fashion, height and the fact you could see yourself and not Jotaro; well the dots were easy to connect.

- “Fuck, I’m you!” “No shit.” “Why the hell are you so god damn tall?” “That’s your issue?”

- “Ugh, suck my dick.” You groaned at his tone, already hating the situation. A guy was in your body and though you knew Jotaro wasn’t the shifty type, it was still uncomfortable to think about.

- “Don’t you mean my dick?”

- Ah, he shouldn’t have said that. The two of you both stared at each other in awkward silence, Jotaro visibly regretting what he had let slip and you, slowly starting to laugh. Your laughter was a strange sound seeing as it sounded way deeper than your original one. This must be what Jotaro sounded like when he laughed … it was nice.

- Jokingly, you wagged your brows, “does this mean you want me to whip it out?” If it wasn’t your face, you’d die of laughter at the distraught Jotaro showed, followed with a hint of fluster.

Noriaki Kakyoin

- “Now, don’t freak out,” Kakyoin tried to soothe, hands holding out to stop you from doing anything rash which didn’t work too well when even he was panicking internally. After all, the one he had to comfort had his face.

- “There’s no way I can’t, I’m… I’m you! You’re me!” Of all the times to be in a stand user’s way, why did it have to be this one ? And w h y did this weird strand of hair keep getting into your mouth?! Seriously, how does Kakyoin manage to look so cool with this pest in his face all the time?

- That wasn’t the only problem though, no. You just had to swap bodies with someone you not only thought of as cool and amazing, but freakishly handsome too. Yet you were convinced you were anything but that. Bending down, you took hold of the jacket on your body, one that Kakyoin’s mind was currently in. “What are you doing?” He asked with a confused look, watching you zip up the jacket which was horribly confusing since he had to watch his own hands fix a jacket that wasn’t even his own.

- “Zipping your- my jacket! Just don’t pay too much attention to me, ok? I’m such a mess,” you mumbled, fumbling with the zipper. Gah, you weren’t used to having such long and thin fingers. Kakyoin in return narrowed his brows, his temporarily smaller hands going over your’s.

- “Don’t start with that [First Name], you’re perfect the way you are. How we look is not our biggest problem anyways, we need to find that stand user and quick.” As much as you didn’t want to say it, he was right. You couldn’t focus on this, not when you didn’t know how permanent this situation could be. Nodding, you agreed.

- Kakyoin then smiled, a hand placing it’s self on your shoulder. [He died a little inside when he realised he had to go on his tip toes to do this.] “Come on, after all this I’ll treat us to something nice.”

Joseph Joestar

- “OH MY GO-” Joseph tried to yell but stopped abruptly when he realised how horribly strange it sounded in your voice. Of all the days you both agreed to team up, this had to be the one.

- While he was panicking in your body, you were staring at yourself in a mirror’s reflection, flexing your arm with an interested look. The way his muscles tensed and relaxed was way too good not to admire, not when his short sleeves left little to the imagination. Even for his age, this man seriously looked good and you couldn’t even try to hide that thought from him; so you didn’t. With a low whistle, you found a new pose to show off the Joestar’s muscles in, “not bad, old man. Guess you don’t skip gym day even on a retirement plan.”

- Joseph had to double take at your comment. “I’m not that old, and I sure as hell am not retiring anytime soon!” He argued, huffing before storming up to you and shoving you away from the mirror. Admittedly, he was pleasantly surprised by your praise to his physique and it really did get to his head, “you can stare all you want at my body later when we’re not facing serious danger, just get a move on now!”

- Raising a brow at the comment, you smirked to yourself as you watched your own body try to push the one you were in currently. Wonder how it felt for him. The guy would probably get a kick out of it if he just let him relax like you were. “Is that a promise? ‘Cause you can have front row tickets to your own show if you really want, Mr Joestar.” You cooed, dropping a formal title as though you weren’t suggesting something incredibly personal at all. At least it got a good reaction out of him, seeing as he paused his efforts to get you moving to stare at you with surprise. This then made you laugh, a gloved finger then moving to gently press his nose to pull him out of his dazed state. “Just kidding, pervert.”

- After that, you started to walk off ahead of him as he tried to collect his thoughts, his final reaction leaving him grumbling over what a damn tease you are and that there was no way he’d settle for the treatment you had just given him.

Mohammed Avdol

- Neither of you were too panicked by the situation thankfully, but there was still an awkwardness between you. Luckily, neither of you were the type to get too handsy and experimental with your comrade’s body so there was a strong bond of trust.

- “Doesn’t all this clothing get uncomfortable in the heat?” You questioned while on your search for the stand user, making a gesture to his body which was your’s for the time being. It was insanely hot and though you were sure you had a little bit of his endurance, the heat was agonising. “Even your stand uses fire! Doesn’t it bother you at all?”

- Avdol chuckled in response to that, his laugh not being nearly as satisfying and fun to hear as it sounded more like you than the man himself. Shaking his head, he answered casually, “I don’t mind much at all. I was raised in the heat and when you are brought up like that, you grow accustomed to it. Magician’s Red’s ability doesn’t affect me at all either, seeing as he is my stand.” He enjoyed answering your many questions you always seemed to have for him, it made him feel wise and secretly savoured every second the two of you spent alone together. Not only were you good company, but you were deeply treasured in his heart. That was something for another day however.

- “Really?” You were surprised that he could stand this at all. It was already becoming bothersome for you. Instinctively, you took a hold of the bottom of his shirt and pulled it forwards and backwards to make some air flow across your stomach and chest. While doing so, you looked down for a split second to really take in the fact that you were in a whole other person’s body and your breath hitched at the short glimpse you had of his chest. You knew this man was healthy but you had no idea he was that fit. Wasn’t he like a semi-pacifist sorta guy?!

- Your sudden silence had concerned Avdol, leading him to questioning you. “Are you alright, [First Name]?” He was too much of a sweetheart to be real. You forced a smile and nodded, humming a happy reply. The best you could do really when you were too ashamed and surprised that you had seen the body of a god.

- “Yeah I’m alright! Just checking out the hot body I mean weather! It’s like… really hot. So let’s find the stand user soon so I can feel cool again, haha!” Totally played it off well. Avdol seemed skeptical but he moved on, nodding in agreement with a determined look. You two really did have a goal to complete and fast.

- Even so, he knew what you had done and found it incredibly adorable how worked up it had got you.

Jean Pierre Polnareff

- The moment the shock of your minds switching bodies had subsided, Polanreff’s prioritises had gotten a little jumbled. His arms wrapped around his body, which really meant your’s, caressing each curve and swayed side to side with a dreamy expression. In fairness, he did feel like he was in a dream. He was in your body! It was so soft and perfect and whooo, did he mention soft? This chest was made for loving and supporting a head, and Polnareff was seriously looking for a pillow.

- “Ma cherie, you’re just so gorgeous! You’re so wicked to have kept this from me all this time,” he exaggeratedly complained while his hands still roamed his new, greatly admired body. You on the other hand, were a blushing mess who was trying to get him to stop.

- “Polnareff, please! We need to get going,” you insisted, trying to pull his arms away as you shut your eyes tight to avoid seeing his actions. One pro side of being in his body was adopting his incredible strength.

- “Ah, oui, we shall go! But please, I need to let you know there is no way I can pass up on admiring this.” Oh please someone stop him now. “I mean, have you seen this rump?” Almost screeching, you slapped a hand over his lips and shook your head quickly with a stressed look. You were going to die of shame before any of Dio’s henchmen or women would even get to your first.

- He stared up at you with confusion before finally letting it sink in just how crude he was being. It wasn’t like he whole heartedly meant to! He just really appreciated your appearance. “Sorry cherie, I suppose I went to far, hm? I just couldn’t help myself.”

- You, unable to stay mad at the french man for longer than even a day, sighed and waved it off, knowing he meant no real harm. “It’s alright but please, we really should try and find a way to revert to our original bodies.”

- “Of course!” He enthusiastically agreed, taking a hold of your hand before starting to march off to whatever direction he so needed to go to - meaning, a random one he picked and prayed for the best. “There’s no way I can truly engross myself with your perfections from a first person’s perspective! As soon as we’re in our bodies, you’ll be showing me everything, cherie!”

- Honestly, you were a little excited by that.

Iggy

- “AAAAAH.” “woof.” “AAAAH” “wOOF?!” “AAAAAA-” “WOOOOO-”

- mother fucker you are a dOG.

#jjba x reader #request #Jean Pierre Polnareff #polnareff x reader #Jotaro Kujo #jotaro x reader #Joseph Joestar #joseph joestar x reader #oldseph #muhammad avdol #avdol x reader #kakyoin x reader #noriaki kakyoin #iggy

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inanotherheadspace · 4 years ago

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The Adventures of Team Lune - Chapter Four: The Battle with Team Lune Part One

Summary: A dragon slayer, a demon slayer, and a god slayer walk into a Guild Hall… and all goes to hell

Pairings: Natsu x Fem OC, Gajeel x Fem OC, Gray x Fem OC, Sting x Fem OC, Laxus x Fem OC, Loke x Fem OC

Word Count: 3,009

Previous Chapter - Masterlist - Next Chapter

As May finished up the job, she found herself outside the client’s shack, sitting patiently and waiting for her reward. It would be enough to cover any payments for the month, considering the extra money they would need for any bills. She let out a small sigh as time seemed to tick by slowly. “Maybe I’ll be able to at least see the judging half.” Muttering, she stood up, as the door behind her creaked open. The smaller man held out a small satchel, the reward of which was for what he claimed was her hard work. In reality, it really only took her about thirty minutes, barely enough to let her break a sweat.

The bandit was nothing to write home about, a simple scrawny man with magic levels even less than the celestial wizard she had met a few days ago. She accepted the reward with a small smile and bow, tucking the satchel onto her belt and covering herself with her still tattered cloak. She waved a small goodbye, before turning on her heel and walking toward the wood’s entrance. When she finally was out of view of the small village, she let out another sigh, “They so owe me.” She continued along a short bit, before letting her curse power flow within her once more. That should do it. In mere seconds, wide white feather shaped wings sprouted from her back, allowing her to take flight as she ran swiftly up a tree’s trunk. While flying, she couldn’t help but notice the nagging feeling that only seemed to grow within her. She wasn’t hungry, nor was she sick, so what was the issue? She couldn’t shake it, no matter how hard she tried. She let out a short huff, speeding herself up in order to make it home in a timely manner.

After about fifteen minutes of quickly flying, Magnolia finally came into sight. A small smile erupted on the girl’s face as nothing seemed to be out of place. She swiftly made her way to the guild, spotting the familiar mark on its large sign. As she landed nearby, she retracted her wings before continuing on to the doors; making sure no one had spotted her yet. She opened the heavy door, slipping inside and noticing the emptiness and silence of the usually boisterous guild hall. Empty besides a few stone statues of her fellow female guild mates. Her brow quirked in interest, as she stepped forward and neared the presumed statues.

“Wow, they made statues of all the contestants?” Her voice practically echoed across the hall, as her fingers pinched the bridge of Astria’s nose. “They’re so... life-like.” She soon found herself behind Calypso’s statue, her hands grabbing her chest. “Jeez, this is so weird, they feel so real.” May continue circling around the guild’s females, squinting to find any imperfections, anything to set the stone apart from their human counterparts.

“Oh, you like my handiwork?” A woman’s voice boasted from the guild’s doors, causing May’s attention to snap over as it echoed. Her head cocked to the side in confusion, before realizing it was Evergreen. Evergreen had special eyes, courtesy of the Thunder Legion. What the hell is going on? She couldn’t quite pinpoint it yet, but she knew Evergreen had an unresolved issue with Erza, maybe even the rest of the girls. A superiority complex of some sort. “It was really quite easy, they were so unsuspecting, it’s kind of sad.” That’s when realization set in. They weren’t statues. They were her guild mates and friends.

“So, you,” anger began to settle into May, “did this?” The anger began to bubble, course through her veins as she stared blankly at the woman in front of her. Her curse power began to unknowingly battle with her magic power, neither overpowering the other just yet, instead they’d be working in unison once more. The brunette simply nodded. “And just why... would you turn half of our guild to stone?” May’s voice began to drip in venom, her eyes thinning as they focused on the woman.

“Aren’t they marvelous? I suppose this was the easiest way to claim my spot as queen of the fairies,” before Evergreen could finish her sentence, May was behind her the back of the woman’s neck in her tight grip.

“Turn them back, or I’ll rip your eyes out.” Evergreen shivered under her guildmate’s touch as it tightened.

“Not a chance doll, you’re next.” By now, May’s curse power was pulsing through her; her anger forcing it over her in an attempt to free itself for use. May sneered at her words, her grip tightening even more as her fingernails began to form into sharpened claws.

“Hmph.” May grumbled while still maintaining to be expressionless as she sent the brunette flying into the brick wall, causing her glasses to shatter and an indent to appear.

“You bitch!” Evergreen shouted, preparing herself for her own attack, her fan at the ready as she regained footing, “Fairy Machine Gun: Leprechaun!” But May was too fast now, her body emanating in curse power as she pulled multiple bright kunai from her arms. They seemed to almost glow white; made solely from her power. She shifted around and between each beam sent her way with ease, she had no time to be tired. She needed to protect the guild. Her friends. Team Lune would be no more without Astria and Calypso. Between the beams being shot, and both women maneuvering swiftly around each other, May was stuck with being on defense rather than offense, and the two found themselves outside of the guild, fighting on uneven ground. This works, this is perfect. The brunette continued her reign of attacks, in which May successfully evaded most, seeming to have been grazed once or twice. “I am the true queen of the fairies! Fairy tail has become weak!” She shouted, continuing to aim her shots toward each spot May was in, however now, May was moving too fast to see.

The two kept going at it, May appearing to be on the defense whilst allowing Evergreen to seem she was on the offense. Answers, I need answers. She decided to keep up the ruse, ideally, she would get her answers and turn the fight around swiftly, just like she’d always been able to do. “Why are you doing this?” She all but growled at the woman, finally sending a kunai her way.

“The thunder legion will fix Fairy tail from the ground up!” The brunette shouted in response, unbeknownst to the two, Erza Scarlet had shaken off Evergreen’s stone eyes, and had begun watching from below. “Beat me and I’ll turn them all back! But if you can’t, they’ll all be turned to dust!” Evergreen giggled maniacally, staring down at the shorter blonde. Control yourself. It was too late. May had once again appeared behind Evergreen, now gripping her by her hair and threw her into a thick pillar. The blonde’s jade eyes flared gold, as she neared the woman’s limp body. It wasn’t long before Evergreen began to push herself up, only to be face to face with what she could only call Satan herself.

“Fix... Fairy tail?” The blonde’s head was cocked to the side as she staggered angrily and neared the brunette who was once a well-known guildmate. Her irises had shrunk, her eyes wide and with her heavy steps she stopped abruptly with a short, dry laugh. Her hands moved at the speed of light as the curse kunai struck the woman straight against the pillar; pinning her multiple times by her clothing. “Maybe... I’ll fix you.”

“You are so naïve, May.”

“Change my friends back.”

“You’ve not won yet!” The pinned woman shouted back, preparing to shoot more of her fairy magic from her fingertips, unfortunately, May had already thought of that and pulled a large glistening scythe from her chest; continuing to stare down at the woman.

“I dare you.” The blonde grinned as pure power radiated from said scythe, glimmering beneath the sun’s beams. Golden horns protruded from her blonde locks, angel-like wings sprouting from her back once more, but her aura seemed to drip in pure venom as she remained floating to Evergreen’s height. The woman began to cower in fear, shriveling up against the pillar as best as she could. “Change them back, now.”

“I’ll die before I lose to you!” The woman’s voice shook, her fingers trembling into fists.

“Then I’ll kill you and take vengeance for my family.” As the words spurred from the blonde’s lips, light chains began to summon from her hips and began to wrap around the other’s body, glimmering with golden light and tightening her against the pillar.

May took a step forward, slamming her scythe’s handle into the ground beneath it, tearing the ground in front and around apart in its wake, stopping right below Evergreen’s feet. “I surrender!” Evergreen shouted, “I’m sorry Laxus!” She cried out, fear over taking her resolution as she cowered toward May who continued stepping closer and closer to her.

“Change them back, now.”

“Fine! But it’s still not over! The rest of the Thunder Legion is still out there!” The blonde shrugged in response, before evaporating her scythe, leaving her pinned by the kunai and the chains that had now completely wrapped around the woman’s body and pillar.

“May! Let me take care of her.” A voice broke the short silence, allowing May’s head to whip around to face Erza.

“Erza?” The blonde’s brow quivered in suspicion, surely, she couldn’t be working with the Thunder Legion, May was sure she loved Fairy tail and wouldn’t harm it. You don’t know her as well as you think. No, even an outsider would know that Erza loves Fairy tail. They’re her family. Right? No. Yes. No. Yes. “Gah! Shut up!” Her palms forcibly pressed into her ears, trying to suppress her own thoughts.

“Visual Magic has half of its effect on me, due to my artificial eye.” Erza stated calmly, paying no mind to the miniature temper tantrum May seemed to be hosting. The red head paced calmly past the blonde, reeling her fist back and slamming it into the brunette’s face, knocking her unconscious within seconds. At this, May just nodded. Of course, she had simply forgotten her fake eye.

May turned her attention back to the stone statues of her Guildmates. Her eyes quickly focused on the pink haired Dragon Slayer as he snuck around behind each female, slowly trying to melt away the curse on each of them. Natsu locked eyes with May, signaling to her wordlessly that his theory should work.

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May stood in front of Astria and Calypso as the two girls stretched. While Natsu’s plan had some merit to it, all of the Pageant contestants were released from their stone prisons when Erza beat Evergreen.

“I hated that. Worst nap of my life.” The plumette stated with a yawn.

“There’s more important things going on right now Caly.” Astria’s voice was rough as she focused on the door. “If Natsu and Gajeel can’t leave... I most likely won’t be able to either...” she mumbled as she continued to stare off into the distance.

“Who’s left of the Thunder Legion?” Calypso asked the pink haired dragon slayer.

“Freed, Bickslow and Laxus.” Natsu answered with a huff.

“Don’t be pissed off that you can’t fight.” May mumbled to the mage.

“Yeah, and I let you and Erza have all the fun earlier.” Natsu shot back at the shorter blonde. The two were about to butt heads again as Calypso let out a loud whistle. With all the attention on her, she let out a sinister smile before looking at the door.

“I call dibs on Bickslow.” She stated before making a full sprint to the door, two pure white wolves were waiting outside the Guild Hall door and ran after the Mage.

“Lucy, go give Calypso back up. She’s used to working with Loke so make sure to use him to your advantage as well. Levy stays back and assists in breaking the Enchantment on the hall. Erza should stay here as well, we should rest. Can I trust Freed to you Mirajane?” May called as the white-haired mage nodded in response.

“Does she usually just run off like that?” Gajeel asked Astria as the two hung back by the bar.

“Yeah, pretty much. Caly is a very powerful Mage and weapon user. She doesn’t seem it; she’d rather be in the Guild having fun or out in the woods under the moonlight than fighting. May and I are the opposite so it's helped our Team stay balanced. I blame my recklessness on Natsu.” Astria spoke casually to the Iron Dragon Slayer as they watched Natsu pace anxiously through the guild.

“It’s not my fault!” Natsu yelled back at his childhood friend.

“Natsu, once Levy breaks the Enhancement wanna help me look for Laxus?” Astria called back as she focused her attention to the pink haired man.

“No, you’re gonna help me look for him.”

“That’s what I just said!” Astria yelled at him, “Besides, I’m a better tracker than you are so hah!” Natsu made his way over to the two other Dragon Slayers. As soon as he was in range, Astria bonked him on the head with her fist. “Get your head outta your ass Natsu!”

“Remind me to stay on your good side.” Gajeel jokes to Astria as Natsu sat on the floor in front of them rubbing his head.

“I don’t need to do that.”

“Huh?”

“That’s Caly’s job. And if you hurt Caly, you have to deal with May and I. As well as her wolves.” Astria glared up at the man beside her to make sure to get her point across.

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Calypso was perched across the way from where Bickslow stood with his babies floating above him. They hadn’t caught on to her yet, her wolves watched the perimeter for any other enemies.

“I can probably take all five out in one go...” she mumbled to herself as she seemingly pulled her bow out of midair, “... invisible ones should do it.” Her hands worked as quickly as her mind did as five moon beam arrows appeared in her hands.

“Wait, am I bringing him back alive?” The moon mage shrugged to herself before continuing her thoughts. “Eh, Polyusica can heal him so I'll have my fun.” Calypso worked quickly to notch the arrows before taking her aim. She took a deep breath as she let the wind surround her. As she went to let the arrows fly, a chipper voice spoke behind her.

“So, what’s the game plan?” Lucy asked loudly, causing Calypso to flinch and miss her mark. Bickslow instantly looked their way and sent his babies flying, his snickering could be heard from their position.

“You dumb whore.” Calypso practically growled at the blonde in front of her as she glared at her. The first of Bickslow’s babies crashed into Lucy’s left shoulder, causing the blonde to scream in pain. Calypso dodged the first one that was heading towards her before proceeding to hit it with an arrow.

“Hey Bickslow, do me a favor and keep hitting the blonde with your babies.”

“Whose side are you on?!” Lucy yelled back at Calypso as she tried to dodge.

“Shut up and be helpful. Call Loke now.” Calypso demanded before jumping off of her perch and running towards Bickslow.

“Explain to me how I should shut up and call him at the same time?” Lucy quipped as she attempted to dodge the babies. Calypso stopped her attack and turned to the blonde.

“Summon Loke and then leave.” Lucy rolled her eyes at the plum haired mage on her left.

“Open, gate of the lion! Leo!” The Celestial Mage yelled as she waived the key.

“Hey gorgeous, did you summon me for a date?” Loke asked as Calypso hit him with a moon beam.

“Ouch!” Loke called as he turned around to face Calypso, “Oh hey babe, sorry I was flirting with another woman in front of you. She means nothing to me, promise.” Both Calypso and Lucy glared at him and put their hands on their hips. “Oh no.”

“Just back me up like always. Lucy, stay back.” Calypso commanded as her and Loke got into position.

“One hit wonder?” Loke called out.

“Absolutely.” The two stood next to each other before raising their opposite arms to the sky.

“Moon strike -” Calypso called as a sparkling silvery white sphere formed in her hand.

“Regulus impact-”

“-Combo,” the two called in unison as they turned to face one another. They grasped the others’ hand, aiming their combo attack at Bickslow. As the mage tried to dodge, the beams of combined light followed him. Loke anchored his other hand on Calypso’s side, he knew this move was taxing to use as is; let alone in daylight.

“One more hit and he should be down. You’ll be okay Caly.” Loke said as soothingly as possible to the moon mage.

“Don’t make me sound like a little bitch in front of blondie and tongue boy.” Loke let out a deep laugh at his friend's snarky comment. The two refocused the combo attack as their last hit knocked Bickslow to the ground. Calypso unclasped their hands before running to the fallen Fairy Tail member. She kneeled down beside him and checked his pulse.

“Well, he’s breathing at least but knocked out...” Calyso mumbled to the other two, “Hey Loke, can you do me a favor?” She called to the orange haired spirit.

“Of course, what's up?”

“Carry him back to the Guild Hall for me?”

“Yeah, of course.” He bent down before slinging the bigger man over his shoulder. “Come on Ladies, let’s head back to the Guild.” The two women nodded before following him, Calypso whistled and her two wolves came back to her side. “Caly, you’re buying me a beer when we get back.”

“Okay deal.”

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