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A Song With Ten Names

Chapter 15: Misanthrapologist (2)

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Summary of chapter: Hidan doesn't know how to say "I love you." What he knows instead is how to savor something that hurts.

Author's Note: *WEE-WOO-WEE-WOO, SIREN SOUNDS*

CONTENT WARNING: This is a chapter very much about the intersection of mental illness, self harm, and having triggers for self harming. There is also knife play. From this point on, any chapter with the title Misanthrapologist may involve said knife play. Whats more, the knife play while consensual is not safe. I am perfectly okay if you skip anything that is uncomfortable for you.

The performer also has absolutely no idea he is immortal, the exact depths to which he can carry out what he preaches. It may be intense compared to prior interactions between her and Hidan.

The song for this chapter is Misanthrapologist by Will Wood.

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So call me Amadeus

God made me famous 'cause I am his favorite

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Kisame did, indeed, touch Hidan’s fucking room. After such heartfelt welcoming, the performer is already trying to take the reaper backwards by the arm, beseeching him to calm down. “Hey, hey, it’s okay!” she pleads, watching the way he grits his teeth and raises his fist. “You can make a new one!”

“I shouldn’t NEED TO!”

Kisame pinches the bridge of his nose. “Hidan, it was literal, rotting blood stains on the floor. It was starting to reek.”

“Fuck you???" is all he has to say to that. Damn heathen. "Fuck you!”

The woman exhales, long and exasperated. Surely there is something else they can focus on? They only just started, this adventure all together. It’s like a dollhouse, all of her friends (“friends”? they're kind of forced to be nice to her) together, but they still are all fairly willing and capable of killing one another. Joy.

“Hidan, why don’t we go for a walk—?”

“Takara—” Wait. She is pretty sure he’s never said her name before. Huh. That’s...huh. This is a weird time for that sentimental tidbit of information. “—I have spent so many. Damn. Hours. And hours. And hours. Walking.” Oh thank Jashin, the lady thinks, he’s starting to think of something besides the missing ritual circle on his decrepit bedroom floor. Maybe she can use that to her advantage, to make peace.

“Then what would you like to do, now that you’re back?” she offers helpfully.

“Pray.”

“Okay, we can—”

“On my intricately drawn holy sigil for Lord Jashin that SOMEONE thought was freaking dirty!”

The blue man has his arms folded, frowning with squinted, exhausted eyes. She couldn’t have been discovered in this world by someone else? Anyone else? Maybe became friends with a wild dog or a swarm of angry bees? That’d be easier to handle than Hidan, of all people in their universe.

“Think of it this way,” the prophet’s one and only ally optimistically suggests, “You can teach me how to do it this time!”

Oh dear gods above. Kisame raises a lone index finger. “Takara, I have to say that I don’t think that’s very wise of you—”

“Wise my ass, that’s actually a decent idea!” Oh, there’s that horrible smile of his. It’s a real talent for something besides bloodshed to get him to grin, so Kisame is caught off guard by the easily shifting enthusiasm.

...Does his own bloodshed count, though?

Almost like they’ve known each other for years, the best and the worst disciple of Jashin swing their palms toward one another’s in excitement, clenching to make a deal. It doesn’t take very long for the pious man's free hand to begin to wave the shark away like he’s no more than a fly. “Now if you excuse us…do ya mind?”

Yeah, Kisame does a little, certainly when the only civilian in the house will be left alone with arguably the single most unhinged mass murderer on the planet. ...Okay, the swordsman of the Mist isn’t much better, but at least he hasn’t entirely lost his mind. Not like Hidan has. And so a wary guard looks to his ward for her consent. She looks back, bright yet soft, and flickers an innocent smile. She nods her consent to be left be.

“...Yell if you need me,” Kisame makes her promise, but she just closes her eyes, just like a cat does when it trusts you.

“We’ll be okay.”

On Hidan’s head remaining on his shoulders, she damn well better be, Kisame thinks as he reluctantly steps out and closes the sacrificial altar's front door.

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But I can hate myself

So you don't have to

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The silver demon knows better than anyone that this woman is not as innocent as she pretends to be. No such thing as people on the moon, there's never been people in space. It's all as ridiculous as the way she dresses, all the pastel and floral and pink. For whatever reason, one he's not ascertained yet, the stranger wraps all things macabre and dark in a big frilly bow, like she sewed her heart inside a teddy bear. It's so distracting...so is it to protect herself? Eh...that doesn't really make sense to him, but that's his best guess, and honestly, it's not that far off. A scholar at heart, it isn’t like she’s shoved cotton in her ears whenever he speaks of his religion, not like her questions mean nothing at all. A sociologist: that’s the word she told him before. Everyone has their reasons, and she lives to know. That is how she can watch on with interest as the two sit across each other, finally, again after so much time. The familiarity is like a warm blanket on Hidan’s soul, the way they both sit cross-legged as she listens.

No one else listens like she can.

“So, might remember, might not, here’s a refresher for ya,” he begins, shifting one leg up so he can lean on his knee. “Circle’s important part of the prayer. Remember why?”

The performer bites the inside of her lip. She doesn’t know how to read the cheat sheet he gave in a handwritten bible, so she needs to go off of memory. “It...unifies and amplifies,” she recalls with his same choice of words from a month-so before. “It is not strictly necessary for prayer, but to always go without is like walking outside without shoes.”

“Bingo!” ...Wait, do they have fucking bingo—? “But,” he drawls out the syllable to give her time to think, “There’s somethin’ important you forgot.” She chirps up with a small “oh!”

“The...the blood represents dedication. The...precision of the circle being made of...your...ah...own...flesh?” She pauses to gauge his approval or lack there of, to which he glances diagonally at the ceiling and waivers his hand with a hum. It’s close enough. “Flesh is demonstrative of your focus and sacrifice.” Hidan hums again, this time longer and more satisfied with an upward tilt of his chin.

“You got it, you got it.” This is a side of him that no one else gets to see. No one else gives him the time of day, listens to his sermons, even attempts to understand what he’s trying to say. And so, no one else but her will be able to see him like this: unagitated and engaged. “And once the circle is drawn?”

He reaches into the inside of his black cloak while she tries to pluck an answer from her brain.

“You…” There’s no recollection of something more specific, and so she answers in a way that feels too plain, too simple. “...Pray?”

“Mm.” The man nods, and a kunai is gripped in his hand.

And abruptly, she is not doing so great.

“Eh?”

His eyes widen ever so slightly at hers going into saucers. The woman is pale, in an instant she is sick to her stomach. He raises a brow. Their first meeting was a doozy for her, yeah, but their conversations about his religion never turned up this way since, no matter how much he talked about the worst of things. What’s up now?

“Are ya...okay?”

She is not. She most definitely is not. But she should be. She should be. And so she must answer in the affirmative. “Yeah, I’m— I’m fine.” It’s not a lie if she should be fine. It’s just a knife. But Hidan has no idea that the problem is that there is a knife.

“Well, if you say so…” he mumbles, casually bringing the blade towards his palm, ready to get started as she had so requested to see. Audibly, though, she flinches; a whimper comes as her shoulders tense inward like she might be able to fold herself tighter in place, less able to move.

Hidan’s eyes narrow, and it is only coincidental that the kunai in his hand lowers away from his skin. “Hold on...you aren’t squeamish, are ya?”

“No, no—” That is actually true, at least usually.

“Then the hell is the matter?”

“Nothing—”

“Fuckin’ liar,” he rolls his eyes. “Listen, you asked to learn and now we’re learning! If you’re a wuss about blood, might as well tell me now.” He tilts his head. “Might make it a bit easier, yeah?”

“I’m not! I’m…” Her eyes are glued on the glinting metal; it eats her words up. “...Sorry.” She's escalating a lot faster than he anticipated, Hidan can see the panic on her face.

“Takara, can you just—”

“Sorry!"

Shamefully, she must take her leave. The woman stands up, and her hands grip each other for her dear life. She’s a bad friend. “Sorry. Sorry.”

“Takara—”

The door closes again, and he is alone. Hidan exhales. His hand raises the blood-drawer again. Might as well get it done since he’s already started.

“...Goddammit.”

Slash.

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'Cause I like you, don't you see?

I just like you a little more than me

I, I like you, don't you see?

Oh, hеy, I just like you a little more than me

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Busy work keeps from idle hands, idle hands can be kept from dumb mistakes. The running water breathes its voice into her ears, and she tries to meditate on it alongside the motions involved in doing dishes. Shaky fingers grab one plate, scrub in a circle, set it down. Another plate, scrub in a circle, set it down. Spoon, accidentally do that thing where you put aim the faucet right onto the curved end so it splashes everywhere, set it down. Kitchen knife—

“Heh—!”

A cling of metal and a gasp occur at once, briefly interrupting the stream of sound from the small waterfall. It continues as ever, running the clear liquid over the innocuous little tool, making the silver seem even brighter and therefore sharper under its ever-changing shapes. Something so ordinary can intimidate her so much and it’s pathetic. Here she thought she was doing better. The performer frowns. Wasn't she improving? She hadn’t thought of it once since the water took her away from the old world.

A shadow drops over her shoulder, a pursed lip and a bored expression a great contrast to her own face as the traveler whips her head back to look. Purple irises slide over the way she’s raised her hands, the way they’re making sure they’re far away from so much as thinking about getting cut. Apologies begin to stammer again, to which Hidan only rubs his temple and interrupts like she's saying nothing at all.

“...You have a damn phobia,” he surmises. “That’s the word for this, right?” He makes the mistake of assuming that this is why she was afraid to kill with his scythe instead of normal civilian common sense. Either way, she shakes her head, bashful.

“I...well...only...kinda.” In full, aware control, she lowers her arms to her sides, slowly shuts off the sink, and gradually turns around. “I used to be more afraid, all the time. Now it’s only...sometimes.”

One eye squints with a questioning grumble. “Sometimes?”

“Only sometimes,” she repeats. Even when she walks past him and leaves the kitchen, Hidan trails behind. He’s a hard man to satisfy, in terms of curiosity.

“So like. Somethin’ triggers it?" he asks the back of her head, "Not just if you see a weapon?”

“Oh yeah.” The further she gets away from the sharp edge, the easier it is to talk, the more she expresses herself freely. “Usually it's when I’m not doing so great.”

The tea room will do, she decides, making a turn into the little nook where Kisame and Itachi once sat frozen for a whole day. She takes the south-facing loveseat, sitting horizontally across it so her feet are on the cushion. Hidan does the same, taking the northern chair and resting one leg on top while the other dangles off.

“...Are ya not doin’ so great now?” he presses. She’s quick to assuage him of his secret fears, that he is not enough after all, by shaking her head.

“Things are...pretty good, honestly?” Her gaze moves off of him to glance sideways at the window behind her seat and Hidan's only friend makes a list of things that are better with him around. “I got people who care about me...I don’t have to worry about being safe...or if I get enough sleep before work...or when the rent is due…” The more the woman goes on, the more clear it is to Hidan that this isn’t comparison to times when they had lived together before; it’s even further beyond.

“Do ya have a point?” he presses, getting she means something to bring all this up.

Her chest visibly rises and falls with full and heavy lungs. He can hear her breath even from over the coffee table between them.

“...Keep a secret for me?”

“Eh?” He blinks several times, but the answer is obvious, regardless of what he’s getting into by saying it. “Yeah, sure, okay… What’s your big secret, girly?”

Her expression is...shockingly calm in the long pause that comes to pass. It’s an aspect of her, a piece of her that will never quite go away. You can only speak of such a thing with casualness, with humor, lest it get more power than deserved.

“You ever feel sometimes you just wanna bash your own head in?”

If she sees his jaw drop, she ignores it, still watching out the window.

“That since you can’t kill God for doing all this to you, you just wanna kill yourself so you can go up and meet him, tell him what an asshole he’s been? Maybe get your hands around his neck for doing all this?”

She has achieved the impossible: Hidan is now concerned for someone else. “...Takara, what the fuck?”

That catches her attention, and she glances back at him, measuring his reaction. He is genuinely confused; she’s only seen this face on his before the one time he caught her singing a Lemon Demon song to herself. It scares her a little; out of everyone, she thought maybe he’d be the easiest to explain it to...

“Sorry. I don’t mean to scare you.”

“You’re not—” She kind of is, but he can’t be scared of anything. “—I just don’t get it.”

...Maybe she could keep trying.

“Do you remember when you asked me if my period was chronic?” With another sputter, Hidan’s cheeks prickle till pink and he rubs the back of his head.

“Uh. Yeah? What about it? So what?” He makes a wrong guess: “Is it happening again? Yer having a fuckin’ mood swing or whatever?” She shakes her head...though he is halfway right.

“I do have something chronic,” she finally admits, something that is perhaps worth his pity after all. A fingertip knocks the middle of her forehead. “Sometimes, brains get sick just like the rest of you can. Just like any other organ. Back where I’m from, it’s pretty common—” Putting aside her belief that it’s probably common here too, just handled differently. “—So they make medicines for it.”

The woman allows silence. Hidan may not always realize something immediately, but if you give him enough time, he catches on with deadly accuracy:

“...Ya don’t have that medicine.”

“Mm-mm,” she hums in the negative, so nonchalantly about something so life-altering. “So sometimes...I think...even though things are good...the chemicals my brain produces in response to stimuli isn’t always in the right balance. It’s like my brain— I mean, my logical part— and my heart— the part that runs off of the chemicals— don’t always agree on what is really happening.”

“Ah…” he murmurs, slinking his face into a palm, elbow pointed against the arm of the couch. “That fuckin’ sucks,” he understates, though she’s not the least bit offended. Honestly, the more easygoing this conversation is, the better.

“I can’t blame it for everything, but it’s a lot of work to retrain my mind, my reflexes. So whenever I’m weird...or I apologize too much...—” I’m sorry. “—You know why.”

It’s a fascinating contradiction, he begins to see, between his philosophy and her mental illness. The death of someone doesn’t mean much to Jashin if they don’t put up a fight. Killing yourself for no reason does nothing to spread his gospel. He ponders...is this why? Is this why she listens so keenly to him? Is this why she seems to accept such harsh truths even when she’s as weak and thin-willed as a butterfly wing?

Is any thirst for blood simply reserved for her own?

On her end of the room, as the disciples mirror one another as the fishes do in the constellation Pisces, the traveler enjoys the quiet. Someone knows. It’s not something she meant as a secret, but as soon as he moved to strike himself, she realized it had been one all along. Someone knows now, someone can finally come as close to understanding it as maybe someone can.

That’s about to be her problem, turns out.

“...I got an idea.” Hidan rolls his leg off the cushion and then moves from sitting to standing. The motion in his wrist indicates she’s to follow.

“Uh...okay.”

She slinks along behind, hands behind her back rubbing one another in residual anxiety, though the emotion she feels at his mysterious proposal is closer to intrigue than fear. They walk up the creaking staircase, turn the corner, and he opens the door to his room. The smell of rot from before is gone, but the metallic aspect has returned. Her eyes widen. The ritual circle has been drawn in her absence.

“I...oh.” Is this it? Is this what he wanted her to see? After stepping inside, Hidan moves to close the door behind her. He’s so uncharacteristically wordless that it takes her a second to look to him, to see what he’s doing.

His cloak is unbuttoned and drops to the floor. Hidan has been technically shirtless all along, but it looks so different when he’s taken his coat entirely off.

“Wait.”

Wait.

“Hidan. Hidan, wait, what-?!”

He stops halfway in beginning to slide down his pants, looking up at her from the awkward position. “Eh? Well, guess for this first time I don’t need ‘em off…” The fabric shimmies further back up on his waist as before, not revealing anything further than the hips after all.

First time?!

“WHAT!” Her face is as red as the blood on the floor.

“Can you calm the hell down?!” Oblivious to one another’s intent, it’s only till his next words that seductive things are taken off of the table. “Don’t listen to the chemicals or...whatever.”

Her lips part to speak silence as he shoves the black and crimson cloth out of the way. A hand holds her wrist. As long before, when he first felt a pang of pity for the girl, it is so very gentle as he walks them onto the circle. It’s so fresh that it's still a little tacky as it sticks to his lowering knees.

“I have an idea,” he repeats, now that he’s lured her here. He has sunk to the floor in the middle of Jashin’s triangle, and he brings forth an object from his pocket to a standing woman much like how someone would propose. The only problem is that he is once again holding the kunai. The issue is that he wants her to take it. She’s so frozen she can’t even flinch.

“Hidan…” she murmurs, brow furrowing so hard it hurts. There are no words for this besides his name and to question. “W...what?” The circle is complete. In fact, she can now see the raw cut on the plushest muscles upon his hand. What is he asking her for...?

It’s more what she could be asking of him, really.

“Any way ya wanna hurt yourself…” Hidan explains, serious as can be, “Do it to me, instead. I can take it. I'll be fine.”

“Hidan…” she quivers, horrified. The length of kindness does not matter when it creates such an atrocity. “That’s…” The bottom up her lids pinch upward in moral disgust. “...No…!” He responds to her terror so levelly, it makes this even worse.

“I want it.”

“No you don’t—”

“I fucking do.”

A reply so fast from her cut so short. His eyes are hooded. Now that he’s half naked, it becomes clear to her: the many, many scars upon his skin. She does not know that they are lighter, more minor than they should be on any human being, considering what he’s gone through...by his own hand or any other. Somehow, he is both so very damaged and absolutely immaculate. The beauty of him is overshadowed by the circumstance.

“Hidan…” The disciple pleads, tears in the corners of her eyes, unable to cross the line he reaches across. “Hidan…!” But damn if he isn’t curious. He asks something of her, as calmly as she’s ever seen him:

“Why not?”

Why not?

It should be obvious, but clearly the reaper has such a different view of the situation than she. In this grave matter, how can she unwrap it? How can she explain how this is so very wrong? She decides, unconsciously, that it necessitates the most painful of honesty.

“Because...I...don’t want to hurt,” she confesses. His hand remains out, blade resting upon it, waiting for her to take, but she does not. It scares her so much. “I don’t...want...to do what I’m not willing to have someone else...do to me. And—” Her reasoning: “—It’s selfish. But. But. But.”

But he is still listening. She has no escape, no interruption. She must continue to explain herself.

“I can’t...handle that kind of hurt if it’s from someone else.”

...What a strange distinction. It’s foreign to him, the idea that she’s more okay with hurting herself than she is anyone else. Masochism and sadism are shades of black and white blended till gray in the prophet’s existence; there is no such thing as sympathy, not when we all bleed the same.

...Then why, pray tell, has he been offering such a lowly thing to her?

He makes his own contradictions shut up by moving his empty, ringed hand so delicately up to his docile master, so carefully as to not scare, so smoothly so as to assure that no pain will be entering her own body tonight. Her skin is so soft in his scarred fingers.

“So...the fear of being hurt is the only thing that holds you back?” he tries to discern correctly. “It isn’t even that you’re not willing to hurt yourself?”

So sinfully, the truth is clear. “...Yes.”

She watches his face. A pensive expression grows a small smirk. He has been assured that maybe she could be a killer, after all.

“...Don’t worry about me, angel.” Another word...another thing he has never called her. Not out loud. She isn’t sure if this is a nightmare or a dream. She isn't sure anymore if she wants it to end. “Whatever can be done to a human body, I’ve done it. It’s been done to me. Whatever you feel...it’s nothing to me. I'll soak your suffering like a sponge. I can take that shake in your damn hands and carve it into a prayer.” Into his flesh. Into his soul. Jashin will surely hear them this way. “Just trust me.”

The stranger is unable to move her own body; it is so very easy to guide her fingers to clasp around the kunai’s handle...but something still isn't right. What is it?

…Ah, the most important part.

“Do you believe me?” he asks. “Do you believe me when I promise I won’t hurt you back?”

…

“I. Don’t.” Her mind is not in her body. “Know.” His fingers trail across her knuckles like butterfly kisses.

“Will you let me prove it?"

This is a nightmare of misunderstandings. She merely meant to say...that sometimes things are hard. Sometimes things scare her. And sometimes she needs to leave. This is far too drastic. There's no way she should ever ask this of him, that it'll do nothing but craft a desire to hurt other people. And yet.

And yet.

Religious purpose is used as an excuse to explore something truly deplorable.

"...Yes," she concedes, breathless.

That's all that is needed for the man to give her his everything. Hidan guides her grip on the kunai with his own, and the disciple allows him, starting by pulling her down to his level, to her own knees so the symbol of his faith bleeds onto her dress. He brings the tip of the blade to the same palm he’s already struck to make his sigil, the hand laid face up between them with the wound's thin edges pinkened by healing cells. He grits his teeth at the first pinprick from the weapon she holds with his fostering attention, but he soon exhales in release as the line starts to draw. The new cut meets in the middle of his own and keeps going to forge an "x", the same orbit as star-crossed lovers.

Drip.

His blood is now on their hands.

The tables have turned, the man now at her mercy instead of the woman at his. It's worshipful, his sacrifice. This first time, she can only cut a small part of him and only with his help, but that's just fine. She cries. She cries, but she won’t stop it. This means so much to him. Doesn’t that make it worthwhile? And somewhere, so evilly, doesn't he want it to make her feel good?

From the darkest depths of blazing hell, it is euphoric to be wanted so badly like this, behind the flames and blaring alarms. Someone sees her pain. Someone wants to rescue her. Through the smoke and screams, a savior is here. He will carry her away.

Like never before, the man soft, and praising, and encouraging. It makes this all the more sinful. “Just like that. That ain’t so hard, huh?” The soothing look upon his face is more like one you may wear when you’re proud of someone, not that you are being mutilated by them. His tongue is honeyed, airy as a feather. “I told you I could take it.”

She is simultaneously so disgusted, so sick to her stomach, but undeniably part of her illness is from how her heart twists. So sweet, so terribly, she begins to appreciate the reaper's own appreciation for her. How could someone care this much? He offers his body to her. And what has she done to deserve it?

Merely exist in the way only she can.

“Whenever you want to hurt yourself like that...just find me," he repeats, etching a promise into her soul as he helps her etch his skin. He helps her hand fold on top of his once the act is done. The seal is made, and her lungs choke on his dedication. "We’ll make something out of it. Make it worth somethin’ besides just keeping you afraid of nothing worth your time.”

The words "I love you" don't matter in Hidan’s reality, only actions. Only the actions that hurt.

Even if it means that if she can never hurt, he’ll have to carry it all on his own shoulders. He can do that just for her. Just for Jashin and his angel sent from the stars. This is what Hidan has done today to deserve his eyes.

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Oh, oh, oh yeah

Oh yeah

Oh no

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#very very tempted to put in my favorite clip i made of my favorite youtuber #where she says you've entered the danger zone!#WEE WOO WEE WOO WHOOPS BITCH #YOU NEED TO TURN AROUND #youve entered: THE OH FUCK OH GOD ZONE #i know it could be a lot worse but that's how i feel about this chapter compared to any other writing ive done #hidan x reader #hidan imagine #akatsuki x reader #akatsuki x oc #songfic #aswtn fic #kisame is here and i love him as always but this aint about him

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downtherabbitholewithlucy · 2 years

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🚨Wee-Woo🚨Wee-Woo🚨

NEW WeSam FANFIC ALERT!!!!

...and now presented multi-chapter style

(I'm expanding my horizons y'all✌🏻)

Fic Title: Like a good neighbor...

Pairing: Wes Borland x Sam Rivers (WeSam) (if that's not your thing, no worries😊)

Rating: Explicit (full blown smut this time, not just a little tease like my last WeSam fic. This is my first M/M full smut fic, so go easy on me please, haha) (18+ only. Minors do not read)

Story Summary: When Sam meets his newest neighbor, Wes, on a really hot summer day, the temperature isn't the only thing that rises. Wes helps Sam move past a recent break-up, opening his mind to a whole new option he'd never would've imagined considering before.

General Details: Limp Bizkit canon divergence/Alternate universe-ish. Takes place Summer 98' when Wes was 23 and Sam was 20 (Two months away from turning 21). Wes still has his natural long, wavy brown hair (he never cut it or dyed it) but it is pinned to the back of his head in a low messy bun with loose strands hanging from his face, just like in the B&W photo above (it's a super important story detail that I bash you in the head with over and over again... trust me.). Sam sports his favorite white tank just like in the pic above (ugh, I know, another fic of him wearing it. I get it. But like also, he wears white tanks so damn well so don't come for me ya know). The photo above is a summary of the first chapter in a pic-collage form for reference while you're reading (hope it helps).

Tag info: SMUT 18+, Comedy, Fluff, refer to AO3 for more tag info (link below)

Chapter 1: 93 Degrees (In Fahrenheit. 33 Degrees Celsius for my non-US readers)

A 3-chapter story. Future chapters to be released soon.

Find it HERE on AO3

#down the rabbit hole #WeSam #Wes Borland #Sam Rivers #Limp Bizkit #nu-metal #lucy the rabbit's fics

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bimboothefool · 2 years

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A Whole Garden of ḟℓ◎ẘ℮ґ﹩

Content Warning!! WEE WOO WEE WOO!! This contains Mighty getting his arm sewn back on, its really short and is pure fluff.

“Why..?” Mighty asked, his pale blue eyes searched for an answer as he watched you stitch his arm back on. “Simple, I'm writing my friend's wrong. He made you and didn't bat an eye when you needed help the most.” You replied, spitting out the term friend. Almost like he was no longer your friend. He notices he's no longer in that cramped laboratory that used to be his home.

He realizes that he's in a cozy cottage, where the sunlight peeking through provides enough light.

“I see…” He mumbled looking away, even though Mighty knew that he could've easily pummeled you. You didn't seem fazed by it, heck you offered to help him instead of killing him. “I'm also guessing the dismemberment was the villagers’ doing. They're disgustingly judgmental to those who are even slightly different…” You muttered, swimming in your own thoughts.

“...There, all better!” You said wiping the sweat off your forehead with the back on your wrist. “Whoa the stitches look less clunky.” You laughed at Mighty’s observation of your work. “Eh it's not a big deal, I mend clothes from time to time…” Mighty shrugs as he sees you head out the room, he decides to follow you. Unsure of why, but feels compelled to and decides to follow through with it.

You were outside tending to your garden, Mighty decided to lend a helping hand. He'd ask what you're growing and the two of you talked about them throughout the afternoon. Flowers, their meanings and everything else. “Do you mind teaching me more about plants..?” Mighty asked, in a polite tone. “Oh, of course! Just let me know if I'm going too slow or fast, I'll happily repeat myself!” You said, feeling your heart swell up with joy at the idea of someone taking interest in your plants.

Mighty would also make suggestions of what kind of plants he'd want for the garden, from poppies to marigolds. Even plants he wants to try and cook with like rosemary and thyme. It was nice seeing Mighty feel at ease.

He wasn't running for his life or on the defense, he felt like he was loved and wanted. Mighty for a while, knew immediately he wanted to be with you till the end of time. Even before he could put a proper term in place, he started to want more from you. Not anything related to wealth or status, but something more meaningful in the relationship he had with you.

Everytime you'd head out into the village, Mighty would distract himself with various chores and if there were none, he'd read a book or two. If not he'd meditate, the garden was always his favorite spot. He'd always enjoy the scent of fresh flowers and herbs, but as of lately he saw there were no flowers in the vase.

He decided to hit the books by heading back inside your house and do a bit of research, he headed inside and to the little library that was in his room.

Mighty soon notices and sees there's a new book on his shelf. It was a soft moss green book he gently grabs and sees that it's about flowers and their many meanings. You briefly mentioned them, but not too often. “I guess it's their way of saying I can do whatever I will with that information…” Mighty mumbled to himself aloud. He sits at his desk and starts reading the book, he gets to a chapter about bouquets, paying very close attention to it.

“Hmm maybe I'll give (Y/n) a special bouquet for the vase..?” Mighty ponders for a bit and sets his mind on making you a bouquet.

“Mighty, I'm home!” You yelled as you put your basket down. “I'm in the kitchen!” You headed over and saw him arranging a couple of flowers in the vase that sat in the middle of the small wooden table. “Wow these are beautiful…” You were amazed by how they were arranged. It was definitely nice to come home to Mighty. That armadillo never seemed to run out of surprises.

“Red Carnations, Daisies and…Chrysanthemums…” You felt your heart start to race, knowing their meanings. “Mighty… You know what these flowers mean right..?” He shyly nodded. “Of course, (Y/n)! Do you accept me, for what I am and my feelings..?” He quietly asked, with hopeful eyes. “Yes, I accept your love and everything that you are.”

Mighty gently cups your cheeks and gives you a soft, tender kiss. You shyly kiss him back, emotionally feeling sparks go off, he breaks the kiss. Resting his forehead against yours, his eyes look at yours lovingly. “I love you, (Y/n)...” You smiled at him. “I love you too, Mighty…”

#my writing #sonic the hedgehog x you #sonic the hedgehog x y/n #sonic the hedgehog x reader #mighty the armadillo #mighty the armadillo x reader #mighty the armadillo x you #mighty the armadillo x y/n #sonic x reader

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Jess Watches // Mon 5 Aug // Day 312 & Tues 6 Aug // Day 313 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll

The Expanse (rw with mum) 3x13 Abaddon's Gate (s3 Finale)

Humanity's fate is on the line as Holden and his allies race against time to save the ring by countering the plan Ashford's team is implementing. A new chapter opens for humanity.

"On every side of this are people who have no reason to hate each other. Everyone there thinks they're doing the right thing. If we get out of this, we have to find a way to understand each other, to explain why we made the choices that we did. It is the only way that we can let go of the hate. Hate is a burden. You don't have to carry it with you."

Extraordinary Attorney Woo Ep 15 Saying and Doing Things Not Asked

When Young-woo clashes with her new supervisor during a case for a large online retailer, Myeong-seok advises her to lie low and lean on her peers.

"I'm not sure if I'm someone that can make you happy. I think I'm just someone you have to take care of.

All my thoughts tend to centre around me, so I makepeople close to me lonely. I don't know when or why I do that. And I don't know what I can do to stop it.

I... like you. But... I'm afraid... that I'll make you lonely. "

The Resident (with mum) 3x12 Best Laid Plans

While working at their non-profit clinic three hours outside of Atlanta, Nic and Mina treat a patient with a failing heart VAD, forcing them to find a new battery in time to save her life. Conrad gets a call from a previous patient in crisis after being sued by Red Rock for medical expenses he can't afford. Meanwhile, Devon's VIP patient, Nadine, returns to the ER and Cain tries to get close to Bell's business partner from the supplement company.

"He was protecting you because he loves you. And he blames himself for all this trouble that you're both in, and So he feels ashamed. I'm sure that he's been racking his brain trying to find any way out of this, any way to live out his life with you and still make sure that you're safe.

But he just couldn't find any other answer. Any way to save the person that he loves and stop being a burden. If someone is desperate enough the worst solution in the world starts to look like a pretty damn good thing."

Avoidance (with mum) 2x05

At Dan's baby shower, Jonathan tries to end things with Megan before Claire finds out. The reality of having a baby alongside Dan's new job sends Courtney spiralling.

"I'd rather suck a dick than own an air fryer."

The Bear 3x08 Ice Chips

Sugar finds support in an unexpected place.

"Have I ever told you how good it feels to hold you? It isn't easy to explain. And though I'm really trying, I think I may start crying. My heart can't wait another day. When you kiss me, I've just got to say.

(Baby, I love you) come on, baby (Baby, I love you) ooh-wee, baby Baby, I love only you Woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh"

#the expanse #extraordinary attorney woo #the resident #avoidance #the bear #polls #tumblr polls #jess watches #day 312 #day 313

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11, 12, 47 for askmeme?

hewwo anon thank u for asking! :3

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

i like gritty fucked up aus so both the ones that came to mind are that, tread carefully and mind any warnings!

At Sea by story_strudel (rudereno): extremely cool ff7 au, wonderful world building and vibes, amazing characterization, the emotional slow burn has me eating my hands I am just sitting here so patiently waiting for updates and even if it is never completed im still grateful for what this author gave me. their fic enchantment night is a banger too

f*ck yourself: self-improvement with convicted felon millions knives by elthedane (kniveswood): WEE WOO STRONG CONTENT WARNING FOR THIS ONE, contains heavy themes, dubious consent, and prominent side kv--this knives is a convicted murderer who is fully freaking out bc he might be falling for someone who is NOT vash, give it a hard pass if that's not for you. the characterization and writing and au setting are so top notch though that I personally (as a guy who doesn't seek out kv ever) decided to stick it out and trust the author. its marked complete but does update occasionally, the story is far from done. tho this one is absolutely not for everyone so I repeat CURATE YOUR EXPERIENCE DOT JPG!!!!

i dont have a third one that is a particular favorite Right Now but ive read a handful of very good vashwood oneshots recently, interested parties can check out my bookmarks bc i save the ones i enjoy!! _(:3

12. How does receiving or not receiving support/feedback impact you?

immensely....... it's been said before but it really makes all the difference, especially for writers. we can’t monetize in the same way as artists so letting us know u enjoyed our work is The reward. I write original stuff as well which is more of a toiling in darkness type endeavor anyway, but im absolutely in fandom to connect and vibe with y'all and any and all feedback makes me more motivated to create new stuff. i do try to reply to every comment too to show my appreciation!! other interactions like replies/dms/qrts are equally treasured! 🫶

47. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

so many. soooooo many. it depends a little bit on the length of the fic and how long ive been working on it but like uh, at least ten? i dont necessarily recommend this because im sure its possible to be more efficient and intentional but i reread my wips at every stage on different devices to fix rhythm issues and "he would not say that" incidents so yea.

questions r here if anyone else wants to chat !!

#ask game #ya so. if u have an issue with me being able to perceive kv without making bad faith and baseless assumptions about the creator #then now u know to block me if u prefer!

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Wee woo wee woo another one of theese.

See if this time i can que it right.

TW: mentions of abuse and neglect.

Song Of Storms.

Chapter 1: Monsters and Men.

Even in worlds full of natural discoveries that never end, full of busting energy and magic beyond any sane or normal human beings conception, even in a dimension full of goodness and magic, of wonder amd creativity, of individuals of great mind and depth who live their lives in an eternal and beautiful bliss...

Even in a world full of that and so much more, there are things that can make a good man break.

There is only silence in the office we find ourselves in today, silence, save for the sound of a pen, scribiling down a lined piece of paper with the upmost uptaded reports on the recent rehabilitation projects the prison had been enacting upon recently.

Scribiling down is a man of blue-purple-ish skin, covered with the scars of past battles, that has been rendered to an officer in the most dangerous prison in skylands. One that has not been bestowed the power of a traptanium weapon, but that makes no need of it as his duties in the prison hardly require him to make use of violence.

This man, this living legend of a man, is scribiling down the improvements and resistance form the villains of the prison upon recieving the news of treatment. He is discontent with most of the results, but i digress, as his duty is purely to observe their development and make sure the paperwork goes through.

Speaking of paperwork, and it's importance to society itself, a new document of around 20 pages has been siftly put on his desk, far from the stack of papers that he was prescibed to look though before monday. This new document is labeled as: "Cadette ingresion papers: Tempestaria", a name he knew well enough.

Looking up from his still dependent task, he sees Eon, the portal master himself, well, his spirit, sitting across from his desk, with a look of seriousness and importance, the reunion he was so desperate to attend has come to him.

"Is it done already?" The great man questions the portal master and he, in turn, agrees, nodding.

"Yes it is, well, all the paperwork is really, we still have to go through the tests she has done, but if your words are anything to go by, then it won't take much longer to get her incorporated" Eon smiles at one of his oldest warriors, but he can see the look of doubt in his eyes. This saddens his smile. "What is wrong, Litning Rod?"

The previously mentioned man lowers his head, lloning back at his own pile of paperwork, his look of previous doupt hardening "And what about him?" He questions, his tone now contaminated with hidden anger. Eon ceases his similing, now with a more serious expression.

"We're doing the best we can" he explains, the response he recieves is a scoff from part of the storm giant, as he looks to the side "Lightning Rod, please, it is harder than it looks, just one crime won't be able to tear down a several-year dictator-"

"Well, it should!" He exclaims in response "What do the people need? More testimonies? More proof of what kind of a monster he is?" His rambing takes him of the chair and into the rest of the office, as he walks back and forth, fueled by his resentment.

"You might be right, Lightning Rod, but right now we need a strong defense, its not just the torment he inficts to everybody around him, there is so much more" Eon anttemts to calm him down "We are getting there, but it will take a long time to get there."

"How long, Eon? How long untill she is able to return home to her family and friends again?" He questons the portal master, as his tone grows more agrivated. Eon sighs, and the newly saddend storm giant sits back down on his chair.

"It will take time, Lightning Rod, time and effort" he reasures him, only to recieve a disapointed sigh from the now deminished legend. He reclines on his chair looking at the storm giant in font of him, as he inspects the paperwork to see for himself what he has been promised. Reading through the information sheet, Eon sees a look on confusion on the legend's face, he suposes he has reached the power section...

"What is this?" He questions as he shows Eon the empty space, in return, he recieves a look of undestanding.

"Oh, yes, i may have forgotten to coment on that... that is the last test she will have to endure if she wants to get in" he coments, giving little to no importance to the near empty part of the sighn-up sheet.

"But aren't theese filled in as soon as the first test is made?" Once the question is uttered from Lightning Rod's mouth, Eon takes a sigh.

"We- well I, mostly, decided to take that test last, as we don't know what the efects of the lightning stike from the Thunderous Bolt might be on her" he clarifies, as he sees Lighning Rod is rather... upset from the recent news of the grand Lords un-entrapment.

"And? When is she going to do it?" He questions.

"Soon, but we need to see if she has any abilities, first" Eon relaxes as he sees that Lightning Rod is now much more distracted now.

The titan nods, breathing a sigh of mild relief and tired-ness. "Is that all you had to tell me?" He asks looking back at his paperwork.

"Yes, that is all" Eon smiles once again as he leaves the office, not before thinking of another pair of words to tell the storm giant. "Say hello to Knight light for me, when you see him, of course"

Lighting Rod stares in confusion, as Eon hurries out of the office, he ponders briefly as to what he could have possibly meant, before shaking his head in anoyance, and shoving that strange feeling back to the back of his head. For now it was back to the documents and reports that had to be filled before that day was over.

After this whole situation is over, he will take the longest vacation ever known to sky-kind.

'Disgusting' she girmms at the food in front of her, looking at the tray with a hate similar to that of a child looking at their parent when they are not allowed to do something that they want, with the same amount of hate and disgust.

She clenches the fork in her hand, a disgusting amount of mac' n' cheese had been placed halhazzardly in the bigger cavity if the tray, along with a small pack of water and the soggiest apple you could picture, a disgusting representation of the hatred they had for her, she asumes. After all, who in their right mind would serve all this... garbage to a Queen much like herself? They had to hate her guts, that's for sure.

Soon she will show them... she'll show them all what all this second-hand hatred would cost them, she will tear down the walls of stone and destroy the traptanium that had her prisoner... once she has finally fooled all of them... she would strike...

But for now, she has to bite her tounge and eat, after all, they would not serve anything else than that rubbish. With her mind focused on her hate, she downs the food rapidly, as if not wanting to taste anything before the food was done.

She'll show them... she'll show them all... she'll show them what kind if mistake they had comitted after imprisoning her...

She will reclaim what's hers...

WOOOO ITS DONE. FINALLY. And now onto the rest of em.

#skylanders #master eon #lightning rod #golden queen

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A Miraculous Tale of Rubybug and Cat Blake Chapter 3

Previous / First / Next

If I don’t, who will?

Glynda Goodwitch was never one for tardiness.

Every year she'd get a new batch of students and they would all be the same. On one hand you have the lazy and unmotivated, the ones who coasted through high school and came here expecting an easy grade.

On the other hand, you have the tired and unfocused. These people struggled to get into Beacon and feel the weigh of expectations thrust upon them. They fear that they will not be able to pos the grade with even a C.

The last group are the ones she both loved and feared. These students are eager, motivated and ready. They are fearless in the face of error and have so much potential ripe to be unlocked.

The common factor among these groups was that they all needed discipline. And she would show them that discipline.

Glynda would most certainly do that for the girl who walked into the room just as she was in the middle of her lecture.

"Good of you to join us Miss Rose," She said. "Take your seat."

Ruby nodded, clearly embarrassed over being called out like this. Glynda wasn't sure which of the groups she fit in yet. She could only hope that the short girl learned her lesson.

"You will be taking your seat next to- OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YOU TWO STOP THAT!"

A pair of girls interrupted their passionate make out session to look at their teacher. One of them had long brown haired and blushed furiously at Glynda's outburst. The other one, who had a black beret on her head and a pair of sunglasses, only smirked.

"Sorry teach," Sunglasses girl adjusted them. "We just couldn't keep to ourselves this time."

Glynda was not amused. "Well since you clearly can't manage such a basic task, then you won't mind if I have Miss Rose take Scarletina's seat?"

"I… well." The shy girl said. "No it won't be a problem Miss Goodwitch."

She moved up from her seat, Ruby taking her place on it. The shy girl had to sit next to Ruby, a desk apart from Sunglasses Girl.

Yang had asked her to make friends this year. Ruby felt she was pretty lucky yesterday, Weiss aside. Maybe this time might also work?

"…Hi!" Ruby said whispering to the shy girl. "I'm Ruby?"

She really hoped she wouldn't get yelled at.

"Huh? I'm Velvet. Velvet Scarletina." The shy girl smiled. "Pleased to meet you."

Oh thank God it was another nice one. However, before any more conversation could be said, Glynda had already returned to the lecture.

"We have only 20 minutes before class ends, so pay attention." Ms Goodwitch said to the students. "The Fashion Industry is a harsh and cruel place where only talent and luck will save you. Thousands enter but only few make it to the top. Because of that, we need to perfect our skills to stand out among the crowd."

Ruby took out a pen and wrote down on her notebook. She was already late, but maybe she could get this right. Something had to go right today…

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After class ended, Ruby made a bee line for the bathroom.

No one was there (which was odd but she rolled with it), so Ruby rubbed the earrings. Out from them came Tikki, who looked concerned.

"Ruby!" She screamed. "I was so worried did something happened?!"

The girl was forlorn. She sighed sadly.

"I'm so sorry Tikki," Ruby said. "I went to look for Nooro but therewasthisbadguyandheturnedpeopleintomonstersandIcouldn't-"

"Slow down Ruby!" Tikki waved her stubby arms in front of her chosen. "I couldn't understand… did you say monsters?"

She nodded. "Yeah… that bad guy I beat up the yesterday, Roman… he had this tacky bowler hat and awful eyeliner and was calling himself Chadwick (like that Pinocchio character) and he turned all the prisoners into these… these donkey people! It was horrible!"

"Donkey… people…?" Tikki tilted her head in confusion. "Now I know something is strange, Nooro is a kind Kwami. His powers shouldn't be able to be used for evil gain."

Ruby herself had question marks written on her face.

"If that's true then how comes Roman was able to get this power?"

"Because he wasn't." Tikki said. "He was borrowing it from whoever is Nooro's chosen… they wee wielding dark power."

"Dark power?" Ruby asked, "What do you mean?"

The red Kwami hesitated. She closed her eyes, ha an utterly serious look on her face. It was the first time Ruby had seen her truly afraid. It worried her immensely.

"Ruby, this is more serious than I thought. The power… it's similar to an ancient evil that me and the previous Miraculous users faced before. When we lost the butterfly miraculous we just thought it was broken. That would have been preferable to this."

Tikki opened her eyes, a fierce glare.

"Nooro's power has been corrupted by the Grimm."

Ruby scratched the back of her head. "Okay… And who are they exactly?"

A few seconds pass.

"Oh right. You don't know the legends…" Tikki blushed a little. However, she regained her composure. "The Grimm were terrible things… evil things. They fed on the negative feelings human beings have and used it to become stronger. Nooro is the Kwami of Compassion. His power is supposed to heal and nurture whoever he possesses, help them overcome their flaws. Instead, his power is being used to corrupt people into monsters!"

"Like some kind of… Grimmification." Ruby hesitated to say, "It would explain his power."

"Yes that's exactly right! We have to find whoever is causing this and beat them!"

"I don't know Tikki… he managed to beat me this time what if he does it again? How do we even depower him?

"Don't worry about you losing that time Ruby!" Tikki quickly reassured. "It was your first real fight, and now that you know more you can do better this time! As for how to depower him…"

She conjured up the yoyo. Tikki opened it up.

"Nooro's power is to posses someone and grant it powers. However, each of these victims have a special item that contains the butterfly possessing them. If you can break it, you can use the yoyo to capture the butterfly and undo their effects on the world."

"Yeah! I can get help from Chat Noir!"

"Chat Noir?" Tikka's eyes widened. "Shit, that means Plagg's out."

"Wait, who's Plagg? Is he a Kwami?" Ruby asked. "What's wrong with him?"

"Him I don't have a problem with. It's his wielders I'm concerned about." Tikki said. "Beware of those chosen by the Cat Miraculous, Ruby. Such people tend to a sketchy history. I wouldn't want to get you hurt by them."

Ruby shrugged. "I dunno Tikki, she seemed nice. She saved me out today and promised she'd help me find Chadwick."

"She did?" The Kwami raised it's stubby arm to her chin, scratching it. "Just be careful. She could be manipulating you for her freedom. Previous users would woo Ladybugs to receive a kiss, made from love… and then leave them at a moment's convenience. I don't want you going through that heartbreak."

Ruby blushed heavily. 'True love's kiss breaks the spell, huh… like a fairy tale.'

Ever since she was a kid, Ruby loved fairy tales. Tales of heroes, princesses and creatures that lurked in the woods, she loved how even though they go through horrible and painful things they would eventually have a happy ending. Maybe even get married! That seemed nice…

Nowadays, she still liked them. They were entertaining, questionable moments from heroes aside. But Blake had been right when she said the real world wasn't like a fairy tale. Ruby kept that in mind when Tikki continued talking.

"We should go find him immediately! When do we get started?"

"I… I have to be with my friends first." Ruby said. "Once dinner is over then I'll get search for Chadwick again. I promise."

If Tikki noticed anything up with Ruby, she did not say. She only nods, and vanished back into the earrings.

Satisfied, Ruby left the stall. She opened the door only for it to bump into someone.

"Blake? Oh I'm so sorry!"

Her new friend waved it off. "Don't worry about it, Ruby. Where are you headed?"

"I was… umm…" Ruby chuckled. "I was heading to the cafeteria!"

"Good. Me too."

"…"

"So um… wanna walk together?"

"…"

"Sure."

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Chadwick sat down on a rooftop, panting heavily.

He had made a reasonable amount of distance from the prison. Roman didn't do that much exercise before or during his stint as a crook so this was a bit more than he could take. He wished he had a cool limo getaway car.

Or a scooter. Scooters were nice.

The more Roman thought about, his entire situation was pretty weird. The moment that butterfly landed on his hand and he heard a voice in his mind Roman thought he had been going crazy, Getting the power to turn people into donkeys and fighting those pesky heroes did nothing to soothe his worries about being insane.

Maybe the voice in his head would stop being vague and finally explain herself. He hoped for that as a glowing violet butterfly symbol appeared over his face again.

“You failed to get the miraculous, Roman.”

"Give me a break, woman." He said. "I was just about to when those stinkin' cops were about shoot me."

“If you hadn't gloated for so long you might have been able to take both. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't take away your power and give it someone competent.”

That wasn't good. Roman had to think about this carefully. If he wanted to keep this power, he needed a plan of attack.

"Wait your disembodied majesty, I may have something that can get your special magic jewels!"

The voice hummed in thought.

“Go on.”

He got down on his knees and begged, "Now see here, Mayor Ironwood's gonna give a speech later today. It's gonna attract a whole lot of press… and a mountain of cockroaches I call people. So many people that I can turn into big grey jackasses and overwhelm those so called heroes and steal those earrings! I can make this work, trust me I won't do any screwing around that isn't in service of your goal!"

Chadwick hoped this would work. He wasn't prepared to go back to being Roman Torchwick, the puny criminal who got caught by a freaking toddler. With this power he can be more.

A feeling of sinister content flowed through him. The voice seemed to have made her choice.

“Very well. This is your second chance. If you fail, it is your own fault.”

Good. This was good. Chadwick gave no one but the air a cruel evil grin.

"Thank you mistress… say, what do I call you anyway? I'm pretty sure sure you're not just a voice in my head."

"Well Mr. Torchwick, I could be your magical godmother or your evil queen. So I guess I'll be your very own… Monarch."

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"Breaking news! The most unusual prison break!"

Lisa Lavender's voice and image was for all the students to see. The cafeteria watched with passing interest at the latest news to available.

"Reports found that all the prisoners had mysteriously disappeared, with donkeys found all over the place! Ladybug and a mysterious new Cat Girl were last seen fleeing the scene. No word had been given but suspicions are now placed upon Vale's latest vigilante…"

On one table, one Yang Xiao-Long sighed.

"Oh great don't tell me she's a fake. A real shame, If I can't trust an anonymous vigilante who can you trust?"

The same table sat not just her, but her… friends? Acquaintances? She hoped that these people were friends

"They can't be the ones responsible," Jaune said. "Okay maybe the Cat Girl might have done something but Ladybug could be going after the real bad guy!"

"At least she got a better costume," Ren said. "The other one didn't feel like her if I say so."

"I just know that I like Cat Lady's outfit!" Nora yelled while raising her fists up and down. "Quick Ren, do we have time to go shopping for cosplay?"

Yang rolled her eyes. She turned to find her precious sister and roomie walking towards them. Noting the seemingly forlorn look on their faces, Yang wondered if something had happened. If she should ask any questions.

"Yo Rubes! Blakey! Why not come with the cool kids at the table?"

Blake glared at Yang. "Call me that again and I'll end your life."

"What's going on Yang?" Ruby asked trying to prevent a problem. "How's the first day for you?"

"It's been going fine Ruby. Boring, but I met some cool people." Yang pointed at the TV. "We were just talking about Ladybug. People disappeared from prison and the news think it's her and some Cat Girl's fault."

Ruby frowned. 'They didn't say anything about Chadwick? That's so strange… or maybe that's how it is. The bad get away and the good get blamed…'

Blake had her own reaction. 'I expected the cops to cover up for their own incompetence. Police look out for each other, not the people. But… Cat Girl? Seriously? Would it have been that hard to get my name right? At least translate Chat Noir to Black Cat or something, I hate this.'

"Hey Pyrrha, you haven't said anything yet." Jaune said. "What do you think of this thing?"

Pyrrha seemed nervous about something. He wasn't sure what about, but Jaune didn't want her to be left out. She seemed pretty nice.

"Ah, well," Pyrrha said. "I'd rather wait until more information comes through. Sometimes we have to wait for the truth to come through right?"

"Yeah… that makes sense." Jaune nodded. "I hope her name is cleared. She saved my bacon and I'm not sure what I'd do if-"

"Ah, Pyrrha Nikos! Right in our midst!"

The group turned their heads towards the offending voice. The sight of Weiss Schnee with something that wasn't a frown or annoyance would normally be a pretty sight, but the gleam in her eye indicated that trouble was afoot.

The way Pyrrha was shaking from her words rang some bells in Jaune's head. She looked around to see if anyone heard.

"Um, could you please keep it down? I'm not-"

"This will be perfect!" Weiss interrupting. She clearly wasn't paying attention to her discomfort. "The great fashion model combined with the famous Vale athlete! Together we will be unstoppable!"

Everyone at the table looked at Pyrrha. Ren and Nora didn't really care all that much. A pal is a pal after all. Yang had an eyebrow raised. Ruby was rubbing her chin as gears were turning in her head trying to figure something out. Blake just stared impassively, not caring either way.

Weiss kept talking over them. Jaune had previously asked her out because she was pretty, but the way that Pyrrha tensed up at being recognized made him have second thoughts.

"I can see it now! We'll be popular! We'll be even bigger celebrities together! We'll get perfect grades! Nothing can come between us now!"

That about did it. Jaune had stood up now.

"You know what else is great?" Jaune said. "Me. Jaune Arc. Nice to see you again, Snow Angel."

Weiss was irritated at the buffoon from yesterday speaking to her. "You again? Haven't I told you enough that your incessant flirting will get you nowhere?"

"Yeah I figured. But you're not exactly being friendly yourself right now soooo…"

Weiss looked annoyed. Blake observed how Pyrrha seemed relieved when Jaune spoke up. She'll admit that this moment was about the most spine he'd shown but Blake thinks Pyrrha could do a little better than Jaune. He showed basic respect and nothing else.

Still, anything that annoyed Weiss was good in Blake's book.

"Jaune, is it?" Weiss said. "Do you have any idea who you've talking to?

Jaune shrugged. "Not in the slightest. Should I?"

"Miss Schnee, please." Pyrrha begged. "I don't want anyone to know!"

The ice queen ignored her words. "This is Pyrrha Nikos! Graduated top of her class at Sanctum, she's a super star football player who's athletics are known far and wide!"

Looks like the cat was out of the bag. Yang's eyes widened in surprise while Ren and Nora stared at Pyrrha with awe.

Pyrrha for her part was angry. It would have been foolish to think that her secret would be kept hidden for long, but she expected at least a week before it happened. Not immediately the day after arriving. She readied her fist to pummel the offending Weiss right now.

"Really?" Jaune tilted his head in confusion. "Never heard of her."

… What?

Pyrrha reeled a bit from the shock. He really didn't know her? Wonderful words to hear admittedly, but… really? Her fortune couldn't possibly be this good.

Any moment of shock Weiss had quickly disappeared. She scoffed at this clearly moronic ingrate too low for her.

"Oh please, you mean to tell me you're NEVER HEARD of the invincible girl who won the Mistral Football Tournaments four years in a row, establishing a new record!"

Jaune scratched the back of his head. "Can't say I've heard of them no."

Eye twitch. Weiss was feeling a very annoyed eye twitch happening right now.

"There's no way you could not know! She's on the front of every Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes box!"

A loud gasped was heard. It came from Ruby, looking as if a lightbulb was shining over her head.

"Holy crap you were on my cereal boxes!" She pointed at Pyrrha. "I used to eat Pumpkin Pete's all the time back at Patch and I didn't expect you to be a real person! Holy crud this is SO awesome!"

"Yeah, I remember doing that for a charity event." Pyrrha chuckled, shaking her head. "Sadly the cereal isn't very good for you."

Yang laughed heartily. "That's what I keep telling Ruby, but her sweet tooth overrides her common sense."

"Hey!"

"Wow I can't believe you didn't say anything Pyrrha!" Nora said. "Must be so fun being a famous football player! Closest thing to football was when me and Ren threw badgers at the trees expecting them to break down and reveal HIDDEN TREASURE! They didn't though which is so disappointing."

"I kept telling you it wouldn't work." Ren said. "You find treasure inside of caves, not trees."

"See Ren, this is why you're my other half!"

Weiss rolled her eyes at this most unorthodox nonsense. She simply had to get Pyrrha out of there for her own good.

"So, after hearing all of this do you really think you're in a position to talk to Pyrrha at all? You're not quite on our level."

Jaune frowned. "If she wants to talk to us, then that's her deal, Snow Angel. Not yours."

"Don't be ridiculous." Weiss said. "Pyrrha come with me, you need to be with people of your stature!"

At that, Pyrrha stood up from the chair. She glared at the Schnee with fire in her bright green eyes.

"And I'm telling your right now, I don't want to be around you. I asked you multiple times to stop and you haven't done it. Now leave me alone. I won't say it one more time!"

Her stare made Weiss take a step back. Her attempt to save this pure maiden from the savage ingrates had clearly failed. Oh well, she would try again another time. She wouldn't be intimidated by anyone. Definitely not going to run with a tail behind her butt because she was scared.

It was definitely that.

"Fine," Weiss turned around, scoffing. "Throw your lot with useless peons! But I'll be there if you need a true equal."

The heiress stormed off in a huff. As she took steps away, everyone on the table smiled in relief.

"Wow you handled her so well Pyrrha!" Nora said. "Maybe we can break her Schnees Knees next!"

"I… really wouldn't want to do that." Pyrrha sat down again, blushing in embarrassment. "I get enough press already. I just want to be a normal girl right now, at least for a while. Normal knees and all."

"I know what that's all about." Ruby said. Then she frowned. "Ohhhh and I have her for a roomie! Crud my life sucks."

Unable to help themselves, everyone laughed. Yang placed an arm on her precious sister's shoulder and rubbed it reassuringly.

"Hey don't worry Rubes. It's one semester. Soon as it's done we'll work on transferring you out of there into another room. "

Ruby smiled. She was so lucky to have a big sister like Yang around. It always seemed like Yang knew what to say, what to do… how to do it… Ever since Ruby was a little girl Yang had been her hero, the light that shined in the dark. In every way that mattered Yang had the qualities of a hero. She could have been a champion if Ruby hadn't been picked.

Maybe she should be. Ruby still had time to rectify it. Maybe Yang can be the hero she could never be. maybe-

"Ow! Stop it! Stop it please!"

Everyone at the table turned from the table. burly looking guy. He had an ugly crew cut and muscles meant for wrestling. He had been grabbing someone by the hair. Aside from a few glares, no one was lifting a finger to help.

"Shit man," Yang said. "Wonder if a teacher's here."

She turned to her sister, but Ruby wasn't there. Yang followed the sound of footsteps and found she was heading for the trouble.

"Hey Ruby? Wait a sec!"

Ruby wasn't listening. The girl instead travelled to where the noise came from. As she got closer, Ruby could hear words being exchanged.

"Fuckin' bitch, not so tough without your girlfriend here huh?!"

The girl- Velvet Scarletina. Ruby remembered her from class- strained against his grip. "Leave me alone, Cardin! You bastard!"

Cardin Winchester grinned. "Yeah? Well who's gonna stop me?"

"Hey!"

He didn't even notice the tight grip on his arm before he felt the punch coming.

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Blake Belladonna waited outside the conference room.

After the incident at the lunchroom, Ruby and Cardin had been called away to receive discipline. Cardin had left a few minutes earlier, not all that worried. Ruby had been inside longer.

Worry had built up within her. Blake hoped Ruby wouldn't get in trouble.

That worry only increased when the door opened. Ruby stepped out of it, looking… unlike herself. Previously Blake had seen with sunshine and smiles pouring from her very being. Now, Ruby's normally flashy grey eyes seemed dimmed, as if dulled by resignation.

It was not something that made Blake happy.

"You okay?"

Ruby looked at her. Thankfully a small smile seemed to form on her lips.

"Maybe… Surprised to see you here Blake." Ruby said. "Where is everybody?"

Blake shrugged. "The headmaster been called to attend a rally later. Mayor Ironwood will be speaking. I decided to stay behind to get you."

"Oh…" Ruby looked away. "Good."

"… Ruby." Blake said. "What did they say to you?"

The girl didn't seem sure what to say. She then sighed.

"Cardin Winchester acted out of line. But you shouldn't have acted so violently. You have to think about his future prospects." Ruby mimicked. She sighed. "They said if something like this happened again I would be kicked out."

Then, Ruby frowned. "It's so stupid. Cardin was the one hurting people. He got a tiny reprimand, but I'm the one who's punished? I thought it would get better in University… but it doesn't. It's so unfair!"

"I'm not surprised." Blake agreed, nodding sadly. "The world can be pretty unfair."

Ruby nodded, not saying anything.

The pair were walking outside. Ruby had noticed that the students were being filed into a line.

"Why are they lined up? Is it for that rally you mentioned?"

"Yes," Blake answered. "Yang and the others are in a different group. We'll see them later."

"Ooohhhh… nice!" Ruby said. "So what's this Ironwood guy all about? I don't really read much news."

"… Ironwood is… controversial." Blake tried to find the right words. "He's considered popular for raising the economy in Vale but some of his policies have been questionable."

"What do you mean by…" Ruby bit her lip. "Questionable?"

"Well," Blake said. "He increased funding for the police department, allowing them access to military grade guns and weapons."

Ruby raised her eyebrows. "Doesn't that seem… excessive?"

"Some think it's needed."

"What do you think then?"

"… I think it's horrible." Blake said. "I haven't had the best experiences with cops, and the last thing we need is to give them more stuff to harass people with."

"Sounds about right." Ruby scratched her chin. "The sheriff back in Patch acted all high and mighty 'cause he had a gun. Freaked my classmates out whenever he walked near the school waving that thing around. If that's one sheriff imagine the whole department like that."

They walked a bit further as the line continued.

There was a thought that had been nagging at Blake. A relatively simple question she wanted to ask. Considering that they were going to be there for a while, it seemed about as right time as any to start.

"Ruby…" Blake said. "Why did you do that thing earlier?"

The girl turned her head around. "What do you mean?"

"Punching Cardin." Blake said. "You knew you were going to get in trouble, but you did it anyway. Why?"

Ruby frowned.

"… Blake? Remember what I told you last night? How I wanted to be like the heroes of those fairy tales?"

Upon hearing those words, Blake's face morphed into a subtle glare.

"Is that it? You wanted to play a hero?"

"No no, it's just-" Ruby shook her head, pinching her nose. "Listen. Cardin wasn't going to stop harassing Velvet, and no one was standing up for her. No one. If I didn't do something, who would? Evil triumphs when good men do nothing. When someone's in trouble, you have to stand up for what's right even if bad things happen to you. Because if you don't… if I don't… then we would be no better than Cardin. The world's damned if nobody did the right thing. Just like you helped me the other day with Weiss, I had to do something. The fairy tale heroes worked for their happy ending. I'll do the same, maybe for everyone else. You understand?"

"…"

"… Sorry."

"No it's fine."

The two said nothing. They continued their walk.

At this moment, Blake felt an odd mix of emotions. Ruby thought she was saving her that time with Weiss… the girl didn't know. That time, Blake hadn't helped Ruby out of any sense of kindness. All she wanted to humiliate the mighty Weiss Schnee, nothing more.

Blake couldn't even say Chat Noir was helpful. She only helped Ladybug out because Plagg told her she would solve all her problems. A simple kiss was all that was needed, and Blake would wait until they defeated Chadwick to ask her for that.

If there was one thing Blake knew, it was that she was not a good person. A good person would help out of the kindness of their heart, wouldn't help people because it was convenient. A good person wouldn't run away when they did something bad, or stand around and watch as someone was going to get hurt. If she was good, she wouldn't have that accursed Plagg on her fingertips.

Every day, Blake looked at herself in the mirror wondering when she will feel fine. Perhaps…

She looked at the ring in her finger.

Perhaps with this, she might finally feel like herself.

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The crowd had gathered at Town Hall.

They surrounded a tall platform that was surrounded by several armed guards. The wide metal fences kept the people back.

Amid the cheers and screams of the audience were students either too tired or too jaded to care about the conference either way. One of those was Yang Xiao Long, who, bored out of her skull, searched around for her friend and sister.

"Where's Blake and Ruby?" She said annoyed. "They're supposed to be here aren't they?"

"Hey relax," Jaune smiled. "The crowd's pretty thick after all."

Yang knew as much. Upon hearing claps from the audience, she turned her head to see a tall bearded man in a white suit walking towards the podium. He waved, a practiced smile on his face and a slight shake on his right arm.

He cleared his throat, before taking the microphone into his left hand.

"Thank you all for coming ladies and gentlemen!"

James Ironwood considered himself a lucky man. Having served in the military for years, he knew the value of sacrifice. How men on the frontline were considered expendable by the chain of command, how compromise was necessary in order to complete the mission.

"In just a few months, elections will be heading underway. I will be running a campaign for reelection."

James kept that same attitude in the political arena. He had to pull strings and make alliances in order to get stuff done. Things that have made people uncomfortable, even suspicious. It was worth it in Ironwood's mind.

"Thanks to me, crime rates have gone down by 20% and the city infrastructure has prospered in my time. If you can get me elected again, we can do so much more."

The city is infected by lowlives and scum. He will do whatever it takes to ensure order in his city. He will protect the people from themselves.

His words faded into the background of applause, as Yang heard an apology or two from behind her.

"Sorry we're late," Blake said. "Thick crowd."

"See, I told you!" Jaune pointed at Yang. "Don't be so worried."

Ruby looked up to the podium. "Has he said anything interesting?"

"Eh," Yang said. "Just drumming up publicity for his campaign. Nothing solid, like usual for politicians."

"… on my soul, I promise," Ironwood said. "I promise to do a better job this time around than I did before. I will focus on the real issues affecting this city, and drive them out from our town!"

That got a round of applause from the audience. Ironwood basked in the praise, doing a little bow here and there.

This was not the best part of the job, far from it. The best part of the job is getting behind the desk and going through the boring, practical paperwork that'll allow him to make the big decisions. James smiled. Things were going well.

"Excuse me, Mayor Ironwood! Just a question!"

Now the questions barrage. Sometimes he wished Winter were still there to sort this stuff out.

"Of course," James said confidently. "Just as expected from the press."

"What do you have to say about the Ladybug vigilante? And her Cat-themed assistant?"

Ironwood breathed with a heavy sigh. Of course this would come up. Might as well get it out of the way.

"I will make my position clear. Ladybug is a threat to peaceful society as we know it. If we allow her to run the streets unsupervised she will bring harm the innocent and destabilize order. Her existence will cause an escalation in crime. If she cared to save people, she would join the police. As soon as this meeting is done I will put together a task force to hunt her down."

Now that caused quite a stir. The people were going uproar at Ironwood's declarations, some baffled, some relieved but most of all confusion.

"Guess someone's not a fan." Yang crossed her arms. "Not sure if I'm liking the guy so far."

"He has to pay lip service to law and order." Blake said. "Potential backers wouldn't be too pleased with a politician who openly supports a vigilante."

"That guy's a load of crap!" Nora yelled. "Ladybug's not a bad guy and I'm sure she'd do a way better job of being a mayor than that jerk face over there! Ren do we have the eggs?"

"Nora no"

"Nora YES!"

Ruby herself was not sure how to respond. Ironwood raised a good point. What if she made things worse by stepping in? Roman turned into Chadwick because of her. Maybe-

"Glad to find someone who isn't a fan of that bug!"

Several bowler hats spread around the area. The guards protecting the rally had them stuck to their heads, and dropped their guns. One fired in fear. That caused the crowd to disperse!

"RUN FOR IT!" Someone said. "They're gonna- AH!"

Ruby looked around in horror. Everywhere people ran, there were a couple or so who were writhing in pain, turning into creatures they were never meant to be.

"Get away Ruby!" Yang yelled in her ear. "Run!"

"YANG!"

Ruby felt her sister push her away. She couldn't see Blake, her friends or anyone she recognized in the crowd. Even amid the crowd she was alone.

Her earrings glowed.

Perfect.

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The situation had turned insane.

It was as if Ladybug was not a lucky charm but a symbol of a doom according to the world of James Ironwood. All it took was saying her name and then the cavalcade of bullshit reigned on him today. To think James was looking forward to a nice meal after this event.

He hid behind the podium. He could that his guards were being turned into hideous beasts, and despair gripped his heart at the thought he could end up like them.

"What the hell is going?!" James tapped his ear piece. "What's causing these attacks!?"

"I don't know sir," The voice on the other line. "Everything is getting chaotic. You need to get out of there."

"Spoken like a true detective," Ironwood said. "This is clearly a terrorist attack. Coordinate the police to block the perimeter."

The static in his ear gave him no answer as to whether his instruction was heard. Just then, Ironwood heard a thud. He surmised that someone had landed on the platform.

"Excuse Mr. Mayor," The stranger leaning his head on the cane. "I hope you don't mind if I take the mike."

Ironwood glared at this gaudy looking villain. He took out the gun from his pocket, only for the criminal to knock it out of his hand with the staff.

"You're a parasite to our city," James said. "I will stop you."

The criminal laughed. "Nah. I don't think so. You just sit there while I wait for the bug."

The man who was Roman Torchwick smirked at the Mayor glaring at him. He never liked Old Ironwood anyway. This has been the second most amazing day of his life. Seeing everyone turn into the horrible monsters they are deep down, causing chaos everywhere… It was truly an honor to see.

He would have to thank the Monarch. Chadwick will get the miraculous, after prying it from Ladybug's dead hands.

"Chadwick!"

Speaking of whom…

"If it isn't the stupid brat I beat earlier," Chadwick turned his head towards the teenage heroine. "Ready to hand over your earrings?"

Ladybug clutched her fists. "You wish. What are you doing here, Chadwick? Why are you involving innocent people into this?"

"Ignoring your remark about innocents." Chadwick said. "I can say with certainty that you are in fact the one responsible for this."

She hesitated. Her eyes widened in fear.

"I… what?"

Good, Roman thought. Shiny knight types tend to be the most easy to manipulate. Just use their sense of shame to your advantage and you win the deck instantly.

"That's right Ladybug, YOU are the one at fault!" Chadwick said. "I was but a mere criminal that night until my new master sent a teeny butterfly and VOILA! Chadwick got his start! I have the power to turn everyone I want into stupid little mules, which I wouldn't have been able to do if you didn't step into the limelight."

The violet symbol of the butterfly appeared over his face.

"Hand over the miraculous my child," A whispery, angry voice could be heard in synch with Roman's own. "and you will save everyone."

She had taken a step back. Roman was close to getting to her. If he kept talking, he would get the Miraculous from her own hands.

"Come on…" He smirked. "Hand it over… and do nothing."

Suddenly Chadwick was struck by a staff to his skull.

He fell to the floor, blood spilling from his mouth. Chadwick looked up to see Ladybug's partner.

"You are a liar and a cheat. Ladybug won't listen to you."

Chat glanced at her partner. Ladybug was breathing in and out, trying to control herself. Chat had seen this sort of thing before. What was needed was encouragement. That was something she could do.

"If Ladybug had not interfered, you would have endangered the life of an innocent boy. You've had a life of crime beforehand. All Ladybug did was beat you before you could perpetrate more harm. She did the right thing then, and she does the right thing now. Whoever your master is, they are not ones to be trusted. If they would endanger the lives of civilians to get the miraculous then how can Ladybug trust them to stand down when she does? The only way for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing. Neither of us will stand aside to let you do as you please. Not now. "

Chat could feel the presence of her lady next to her. Ladybug stood tall, with yoyo in hand.

"Not ever." She said, staring down the criminal in front of her.

Chadwick wiped away from the blood from his mouth. Slowly he got up from the floor, facing the heroes in front of him.

"Stupid girls like you, always demanding things go their way. Fine. I'll just rip off the miraculous from your dead bodies!"

Yang won't lie. The situation was pretty weird.

One minute she and her friends were sitting at a boring political rally. Then everyone was turning into… Donkey dudes? She couldn't really tell what they were.

All she knew was, she had to punch. So she did.

Her hand hurts a bit, but these guys went down easily. That's a good sign.

"LAY OFF MY FRIENDS YOU BUTTS!"

Nora was off to the side whacking people around with her own punches. Now that Yang could take a good look, that girl was jacked! Not quite as much as her, but if Nora told a story about how she suplexed a bear Yang would believe it in a heart beat.

Ren wasn't doing too badly either. He wasn't hitting anyone, but no one was hitting him either. He was swift, moving like the wind to avoid getting swamped.

"Watch out Yang!"

Yang was caught off guard, getting hit from behind.

When she came to, a giant Donkey Man was standing over her. It was snarling, ready to attack anything was in it's way.

And she was right in front of it.

"… hey buddy?" Yang said nervously. "Sorry for hitting your friends?"

"HYAH!"

Something had hit it.

The giant Donkey Men fell to the side. Yang looked up, wondering who could have saved her then. Was it Pyrrha? Nora? Did Jaune do a second cool thing and save her?

Nope.

She certainly didn't expect to see a panicking, scared out of her own mind Weiss Schnee dropping a fire extinguisher.

"You people are idiots!" Weiss was practically screaming. "There are MONSTERS everywhere in this god forsaken street and you're just standing there and fighting?!"

"… Yeah." Yang said. "Seemed about right."

Weiss face palmed at that admission. "Whatever. Come with me, we can get out of here!"

"JAUNE!"

Yang and Weiss turned to the scream. Pyrrha was holding Jaune in her arms… or at least they presume it to be Jaune.

His hoof hands and transforming face are making it hard to be clear.

"Stay with me Jaune!" Pyrrha held Jaune tight. "Fight it! Don't let it control you!"

Yang didn't wait to ask the question. "What happened?"

Pyrrha frowned.

"I was trying to get away, but one of the hats almost landed on me." She said. "He sacrificed himself to save mine."

Jaune groaned in pain. Pyrrha gently rubbed his hair.

"Hey don't worry about it…" Yang tried to reassure her. She wasn't particularly fond of Jaune, but this was too much. "Ladybug will find a way to save him. I'm sure of it."

Yang hoped she did. She wasn't sure what's gonna happen if she couldn't.

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Roman remember when he thought this was the second best day of his life? He was mistaken.

Trying to dodge Ladybug and Chat Noir's attacks was a tricky feat. Unlike before, where they were exhausted by his Donkey Men, this time they were coordinated. They worked together.

If he tried to jump, Ladybug would use her yoyo to pull him back down. If he tried to run, Chat Noir's staff would bring him in. He would dodge one of the staff's swings, but Ladybug would punch him. He would swing his staff to try hitting them, but that just left him open for another attack.

'It is getting ridiculous!' Chadwick thought. 'Why don't they just give the fuck up and let me go?!'

"Ladybug!" Chat yelled. "The butterfly miraculous needs items to possess people. We need to find the item to break the butterfly out."

"Right." Ladybug nodded. "Working on it."

Ruby remembered Tikki explaining Nooro's power as well. She tried to guess at what item could have been possessed. Her first guess was the cane, but Roman was swinging it around without worrying about it. It was pretty sturdy too.

That left only one other place. How did he transform people into those monsters again…?

"Chat!" Ladybug yelled. "Aim for his hat!"

Chat raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"I think his hat is the key! Break it or something and I can purify it!"

Roman was sweating bricks. He might actually lose…

"You're not stopping me! I have the power!"

He made a desperate charge at Ladybug, swinging his cane at her. However, Ladybug caught it between her hands.

"What the hell-?" Chadwick felt something come out of his head.

"Let's hope you're right, my Lady." Chat said. "Cataclysm."

The black bowler hat in her hand turned grey. Chat Noir gripped it even as the pieces turned to dust. Seconds later the wind carried the destroyed dust away from the palm of her hand. From the ashes, a glowing violet butterfly fluttered away.

"No no no" Chadwick was kicked away, tumbling to the floor. "Stop! Stop!"

Ruby knew what to do. She brought out her yoyo, and tossed it into the air. The yoyo opened up and captured the butterfly.

"Time to de-grimmify!"

"NOOOOOO!"

"Miraculous…CURE!"

The yoyo spun around. A storm of tiny insects burst from it, and covered… everything. Little ladybugs crawled everywhere, covering people, objects, anything in it's path. The average person would be horrified at the wave. It would have been a sign of a mini apocalypse.

However… it was the opposite of that.

The monsters that Chadwick brought into the world were undone. The donkeys returned to their original human shape, little by little.

"What… what happened?" Jaune groggily opened his eyes. "Did we… get em?"

"JAUNE!" Pyrrha held him close. Her eyes threatened to burst into tears. "You're alright!"

"Looks like Ladybug did it." Yang said. "Good on her."

The bugs where everywhere. More and more people were restored to normal. Any sign of damage had disappeared from their spread.

To make a bad pun… it was simply miraculous.

From the podium, Ladybug and Chat Noir were being watched by a curious audience. Some were frightened, unsure of what to say. Others…

They started clapping.

Ladybug and Chat Noir looked on at the audience applauding them. Both of them smiled. They beat the villain and saved everyone. What more would be needed?

"We did it…" Ladybug said, not quite believing those words. "We did it."

"Yeah." Chat placed a hand on Ladybug's shoulder. "We did."

Ladybug grabbed her hand. The two looked at each other again, closely.

"Was… there something you wanted to tell, Chat?" Ladybug had to ask. She needed to be sure about Chat's answer. "Anything at all?"

If she wanted to stop things here, if she wanted to be free from her curse… Ruby wouldn't have a problem. She did plenty, helping her today.

If Blake could hear those thoughts, she would violently banish them.

"No." Chat Noir said firmly. "We have yet to catch our mysterious butterfly villain. I will assist you until we manage to capture her, my lady. I won't let you down."

Hearing Chat say those words sent Ladybug's heart flutter. A blush appeared on her cheeks. She hadn't felt this way since…

Ironwood stood up from his hiding spot. He grabbed the microphone, and stared at the heroes in contempt.

"That criminal was after the likes of you two!" Ironwood yelled. "You two will be put under arrest!"

The crowd went insane. Yells and insults were thrown at the Mayor for his frankly godawful decision.

"What the HELL man?!"

"They saved our lives!"

"FUCK OFF!"

"LADYBUG! LADYBUG! LADYBUG!"

"I guess we should get going," Chat winked at her partner.

Ladybug nodded. "Yeah."

They jumped away from the scene. Ladybug swung in the air with her yoyo, while Chat crawled up the side of a building. The guards were disoriented from the earlier attack, so they didn't even try to fire on them.

Ironwood glared at the vigilantes.

"You won't get away with this, Ladybug. We'll hunt you down."

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"Oh thank goodness Ruby, thank you!"

Velvet had been crushing Ruby in a rather tight bear hug. She was shaking Ruby around wildly, which made the smaller girl dizzy.

"No problem Velvet," Ruby managed to say. "Stop crushing me."

"Sorry it's just," Velvet put Ruby down, smiling wildly. "Not a lot of people stand up for me, but you did! I'm super grateful for that!"

"Haha… it was nothing…"

"That was not nothing." Sunglasses girl came to the scene. "I'm Coco. Coco Adel. Thanks for helping my girlfriend out. Shame about Cardin not getting punished."

"Oh she was great!" Velvet hugged Coco. "I expected something like that to happen. I'm just glad she didn't sent away or something."

"Haha, that's true." Coco said. "Listen, Rubes? Me and Velvet need to do some work but thanks a lot. Hope to see more of ya in class."

The pair walked from Ruby.

Well that was nice. Ruby would say she did good today. She considered that a win. With that, Ruby turned around to head to her dorm.

Problem was, her dorm was all the way to the other side of the University. She'd have to cross the courtyard to do it.

It was also raining.

"I guess today wasn't so lucky," Ruby sighed. "Oh well. One bad thing in a day of good things I guess."

She was about to make a step, when she felt something over her head.

"Hey."

Ruby turned to see that Blake was standing next to her. She was holding an umbrella over her head.

"I was…. heading in the same direction." Blake said. "Maybe we could share?

Ruby blushed, but nodded.

The two headed out, the umbrella over their heads.

Ruby stole glances at Blake. She thought Blake looked so pretty then… it's like Chat Noir, the way she swore to help her and how she said she wouldn't let her down. Ruby knew that Blake wouldn't let her down either. Funny… both Blake and Chat Noir both caused her to blush so much today. She wasn't sure what that meant.

Blake thought about Ruby. All things considered, Ruby looked pretty cute right about now with the way she blushed. She also thought of Ladybug. Blake could have asked Ladybug for a kiss so she could go back to normal. Ladybug even seemed to give her an opportunity to do so. But then that would mean people would get hurt, and Ladybug would be alone. She won't let her down. Ladybug and Ruby inspired the good in her, it seemed.

As Blake protected Ruby from the rain, neither noticed two sets of eyes staring at them.

"I'm just gonna say it Ren," Nora said. "They're gonna be together together."

"It's incredibly obvious Nora."

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noneatnonedotcom · 4 years

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impossible boy chapter 3

@weatherman667 this is the last part that my muse gave me, now we play the waiting game lol. this is mainly just to show how strange the culture of the kingdoms is to jaune and how out of his element he is as well as an intro to the more aggressive pyrrha and the more competitive weiss

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Pyrrha was by all accounts the perfect knight. She’d worked hard for this reputation, trained till her hands would bleed, given up her own privacy to compete in tournaments. Even become a huntress afterwards all pursuing an ideal.

She didn’t regret it. Not really she liked her life and her friends were nice enough, she just longed for something more than friendship. In truth when she was a little girl she’d become a knight only so she could rescue the charming prince and she could live happily ever after. She’d since outgrown such childish dreams, mostly.

She couldn’t be blamed if somewhere deep down inside she just wanted to find her true love. She could picture him now. Tall, blonde, a regal bearing, she’d like someone lively. And not some little boy with dreams of being hers and nothing else.

That was the main problem, she was the perfect knight and no matter where she went men wanted to be with her. It was disconcerting ,isn't love supposed to be chaste? The stories mentioned that gaining the love of the prince was a challenge for the knight to overcome just the same as the grimm they slew.

Blake and her could at least agree on that, they didn’t want the men who threw themselves at them. For Pyrrah she wanted romance. For Blake, she wanted a challenge. They weren’t truly all that different, save for the fact that she wasn’t after sex. And that she thought men were to be protected not herded like cattle.

Which is why she was so surprised to meet a boy at the headmistress’s office.

He was blonde, he was tall, he was wearing a skirt, no a kilt, he was a highlander. Her own people had stories about them, how their men wore nothing under their kilts and how they’d fight just the same as their women.

There were numerous stories of highlanders being wooed and tamed in minstral. Of them being brought to the light of civilization and how deeply they loved the ones who saved them.

Most of these also went on to talk about how that love translated into the physical acts but Pyrrha had only read a few of those passages, she was a knight after all she couldn’t be thinking about such things. She must be chaste and honorable to match her man.

“Ah Pyrrha, you’re just in time.” said the headmistress “this is lord Arc”

a lord!

Here?!

“He’ll be staying with us for a while and propriety says that he should have an escort. Since his sisters are all back home i needed a woman of the highest moral fiber to watch him” she smiled “I know it’s a great task but would you accompany the young lor”

“I’LL DO IT!” she shouted cutting her off then cleared her throat “er, I'd be happy too i mean” this was just like in the stories the young prince away from his family and scared, the knight sworn to protect him, they’d get close over time and then

“Weel that's mighty brain new ay ye. Ah thank ye dam nikkos fur yer time” he said bowing low

OH!

He was so formal!

And cute!

He was perfect!

“Noo quine schnee was in th' wey o shaw me aroond th' skale, if yoo'd be sae kin' as tae accompany us?”

Oh weiss was here too. Oh well it was well known she wasn’t interested in gentlemen “that sounds grand”

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"This is the library," Pyrrha said holding the door open for Jaune to pass through. Jaune's eyes flew open wide as he took in all the books. In fact he was so focused on the sheer number of books that filled in from floor to ceiling a good fifteen feet above, that he didn't notice Phyra letting the door shut on Weiss and the sharp looks exchanged between the two girls.

"Aye. I dinna ken if I eva seen so much knowledge," Jaune said softly as he walked over thick carpet that only served to dampen the sounds that much more. "An I wouldna ken where to even start."

He looked back and both girls jumped away from the other as if they'd been caught with their hands in a cookie jar. He started to frown. He was well used to the aggressive nature of women in general. It looked like the two were about to come to blows, but Phyra shot him a huge beaming smile and crossed to take his arm with her own and pulled him farther into the library.

"Not to worry Jaune. I'll make time to help you catch up," the redhead said smiling over at him.

"Weel," he said reaching up to scratch his head. "That's fine now. Weiss I believe you said you were top of yer class?" He said turning to look back at the girl stalking behind him. "An ye had a good bit of knowledge bout the architecture. I'd be interested in kenning all I could on that."

Weiss's lips twisted up as she shot Pyrrha a smug look. "I'm sure I could clear my schedule to find some time to walk you around Jaune.". Jaune shot her a strained smile when he hear Pyrrha's scoff. Did the lassies not like each other?

Pyrrha quickly shot him another smile. "Come there's a lot more to see? Are you hungry? I could be persuaded to take you for a nibble," she offered a playful light in her green eyes that had a cold sweat breaking out on Jaune's brow. He shot a look back at Weiss but she was looking down at the carpet muttering under her breath. He looked back at Pyrrha. "Aye. A wee bite wouldn't be amiss."

Jaune left Pyrrha pull him along. She blathered about this and that but he only listened with half an ear since he was paying more attention to how narrow the halls were and the zig-zag nature of them. If he wasn't mistaken the whole school was set up with defence in mind.

If anyone would attack the school they'd pay in blood for every inch. He thought about asking Weiss if that was what the architect had originally intended or if it was only the crazy musings of his own inner madman that made this maze make sense, but Pyrrha had already stepped ahead to throw open two large, heavily engraved doors.

Jaune once again felt his eyes grow wide as the dull roar that consisted of hundreds of huntresses all stopping their conversations to stare at him.

"Come along sweetness," Pyrrha cooed.

Jaune and Weiss joined her as she strode between the stacked lunch tables. The moment they passed the whispers started.

"This is the Mess. Everyone comes here to eat," Pyrrha stated grandly. "You'll have to sit next to me of course," she added with a coy look. "As sweet as you are, I can only imagine you'd be eaten alive."

Jaune chuckled as he nodded at the lassies watching him like he was indeed the last sweetmeat on the table. "I didna expect to be quite so popular," he admitted with a smile as he pried one girl's hands off his tartan.

He'd almost swear they were going to lift it. In fact he heard several of the girls asking rather loudly what he had hiding under there.

If they would have asked him directly he could have told them he had more than one knife, his sister had insisted he be armed at all times. He wouldn't forget her lessons anytime soon.

"Yes well. Pyrrha has a knack for drawing attention," Weiss grumbled as she stepped between him and one girl who wasn't taking a hint.

Jaune found himself grinning as she glared frostily down at the girl. "Aye seems like."

Weiss looked over at him her eyes thawing minutely.

"Come along. The line starts over here," Pyrrha said grabbing Jaune's hand and pulling him after her. "I'll introduce you to some of the others that go here. Don't worry Jaune. I'll take good care of you."

Weiss growled at several girls that pushed against her knocking her back. It didn't take long for Phyra and Weiss to both be separated from Jaune by the curious. Jaune slowly gave ground as more and more lassies came forward looking for an introduction.

In fact they had him pinned against another of those heavily gilded walls they seemed to love so much. He'd been less fearful the time his platoon had been ambushed in the wee hours of the morning two days' ride from their nearest settlement.

Those had been bandits and only wanted his blood. These girls had a similar but completely different light in their eyes.

"Ok ladies," Pyrrha said, voice growing sharper. "Back off. Give him a bit of room to breathe."

Jaune shot her a nervous look that she returned. Weiss on the other hand he noticed had resorted to throwing elbows and wiggling her much smaller frame between women and shoving them back.

Jaune's attention was pulled back to his own dire straits when one girl's fingers yanked his leather throng from his hair letting the golden mass of hair tumble over his shoulders.

"I got his hair tie!"

Jaune cringed. The girls announcement was like a war cry. The harpies descended on him with a vengeance. Jaune did his best to fend them off but it didn't take long for sharp nails to rip into his linen shirt.

Suddenly he fell backwards right into Yang's arms when the wall behind him gave way. She looked down at him in surprise then took in the seething mass of girls descending on them.

"Rubes get him out of here," Yang growled and tossed him back to her sister and leapt into the crowd and promptly started throwing people around.

Jaune brushed some of his hair out of his eyes and into Ruby's glowing silver eyes. "Follow me if you want to live."

Jaune about laughed at her dire tone but that was quickly stifled when she put on a burst of speed and red petals filled his mouth. Together they disappeared down the hall.

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so some of you might be wondering why pyrrha is acting the way she is, well she’s copying what she’s seen from other people or heard about. she has no idea how to woo someone and as a result is kinda... bad at it.

at the same time weiss and pyrrha are competing against each other, not necessarily for jaune but just to be able to say that they won. the difference in culture playing a roll here.

as for the girls in the mess hall, a mob is only as intelligent as its stupidest member once they got going they just kinda stopped thinking.

glynda will come down on them like a ton of bricks but she’ll also use this as a way to convince sallem to remove jaune from the school. clearly it’s too dangerous for him here

also you’ll notice jaune trying not to go too into his accent, he still has a little trouble with it but he’s getting better. one day the girls might actually understand what he’s saying lol

as always, let me know what you think

#Jaune Arc #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #pyrrha nikos #rwby au #the impossible boy

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Chapter Eleven

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“Everything that he needs should be in that bag,” Marenna said, pointing to the bag she had just set down next to the door. “He’ll probably need lunch in about an hour and then he usually falls asleep right after that. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to give one of us a call. Thank you again for doing this for us.”

“Of course,” you smiled. “We’re happy to spend time with him.”

“Alright, Ren, we should probably get going.”

Marenna gave Max one final kiss on the head and then followed Carter out the door. You and Max both waved at them as they got into their car and pulled out of the driveway.

“Unkie,” Max frowned once the door was closed. “Want unkie.”

“Unkie Tyler is in the living room. Did you want to go see him?”

Max nodded, so you set him down on the floor and let him take off by himself. You followed close behind, just to make sure he didn’t fall or run into anything. Although his walking skills were pretty well developed by now, you didn’t want to have to break the news to Carter and Marenna that you had accidentally let Max injure himself.

“Unkie!” Max cheered as he ran into the room.

He made a beeline to Tyler and grabbed his legs. Tyler smiled and grabbed Max, pulling him up onto his lap. Max, being the hugger that he was, quickly wrapped his arms around Tyler.

“Hey, little dude.”

“Unkie,” Max repeated.

Max finally let go of Tyler and clambered back off the couch, immediately taking off down the hall. You were always surprised by how fast his little legs could carry him all over the place.

He quickly arrived at his destination: the closet in the hall where you kept all the toys that you and Tyler had for your nieces and nephews. Max looked up at you with a huge smile on his face, one hand pressed flat against the closet door. You smiled and ruffled his hair.

“Do you want to play with some toys?”

“Toys,” he repeated.

You carefully guided Max out of the way and then opened the closet door, allowing him full view of all his options. His eyes roamed around the space, taking in everything that was available to him, before he spoke.

“Cars,” he said, pointing to a couple toy cars on a higher shelf.

“You want to play with some cars?”

“Mhmm.”

You grabbed a couple cars, double checking with Max that they were good, and then helped him carry them back out to the living room.

“Unkie!” Max smiled upon seeing him again. “Play.”

“Are we going to play with some cars?”

“That’s the plan,” you chimed in.

Tyler came and sat on the ground next to you and Max, who was carefully passing out cars for each of you. You had been gifted with a bright blue car and a bright red car. Meanwhile, Tyler had been given the important role of manning the police car.

“I’m sorry this is how we have to spend our day off,” you said, dropping your voice a little bit. “I know it isn’t exactly what we had planned for our break.”

Tyler reached out and rubbed your arm, “It’s ok. We still get to spend time together and that’s the important part. Besides, I really like watching Max. He’s a cool little dude.”

Your mouth curled up into a smile, “You’re right.”

“I know.”

Tyler leaned over and gave you a quick kiss. Shortly after, Max demanded your attention and together, the three of you started to play with your cars.

“Wee-woo! Wee-woo! Police coming through!” Tyler said, driving his car across the rug and nearly hitting Max’s car, making him giggle.

“Ahh!” Max screeched, pulling his car out of the way.

“You’re under arrest!”

“No!” Max frowned.

“Oh, sorry, wrong guy. Have a nice day, sir.”

Tyler continued to push his car along the rug, whizzing past Max’s other cars. He laughed loudly, amused by Tyler’s crazy police antics. You mostly sat and watched, enjoying Max’s reactions to whatever Tyler decided to do.

This pattern continued for most of the afternoon, although the activities slowly rotated out. At one point you were building block towers, another time Max insisted on a dinosaur puzzle, and you even did some coloring. Eventually, Max started to get grumpy, which was when you realized that it was getting close to when Marenna had said he should eat lunch.

“What do you think, Max? Is it time for lunch?” you asked.

Max nodded and held his arms out to you. You scooped him up and carried him to the kitchen. Tyler followed behind the two of you, quickly typing something out on his phone.

“What do you want to have for lunch? Mac and cheese?”

Max shook his head.

“Some chicken nuggets?”

Another head shake.

“What about sandwiches?”

Max eyes lit up and he began to nod, which you should have expected. Sandwiches were Max’s favorite food, after all. Tyler, who had finished whatever caught his interest on his phone, began to grab ingredients so that you wouldn’t have to try and do that with one arm. You gave him a kiss on the cheek as thanks.

“Do you want peanut butter and jelly, Maxy?” Tyler asked.

He nodded again. “Peanut bubber.”

Tyler turned to look at you and Max, the smile on his face evident.

“What was that?”

Max’s eyebrows furrowed in determination. “Peanut bubber.”

“Yes, peanut butter,” he said, his smile growing even more now.

“Don’t forget to cut off the crusts, love. He doesn’t like them.”

“No crusts. Got it. Did you want a sandwich too?”

“Yes, please. Hey, Max, do you want some juice?” He nodded. “Ty, can you watch him for a second while I go grab a juice from the bag?”

“Yeah, I’ll take him.”

You passed Max into Tyler’s arms and then quickly made your way to the living room to grab one of Max’s juice boxes. It always surprised you how much juice his little tummy was able to consume. When you returned, you were met with the sight of Tyler expertly holding Max in one arm and spreading peanut butter onto bread with the other. You took a moment to stand and admire the two of them. Max was completely content watching Tyler make sandwiches, and Tyler was doing such a good job with him.

Is this what things would be like when you had your own family?

You shook the thought from your head. Those days were still a long way off and you were far from in a rush to start your own family. Babysitting Max was more than enough for your schedule right now.

“Alright, Max, I have your juice. Do you want to come drink it?”

“Unkie,” he frowned, leaning further into Tyler.

“Ty? Is that ok?” you asked.

“Yeah, we’re fine. I just might need some help.”

“I’ve got it.”

You helped Tyler finish up making lunch and then carried it all to the table. It was a bit of a struggle to get Max to stay still in his high chair, but with a bit of teamwork you managed to get it done. He happily sipped on his juice once you and Tyler finally settled down and joined him at the table.

“How is your sandwich, Max?” Tyler asked.

“Yum.”

“Better than Carter’s sandwiches?”

Max paused for a moment, then shook his head. Tyler’s face fell.

“I told you, Carter makes the best sandwiches,” you chimed in.

“You two are biased, you’re both related to him.”

“Are you really trying to tell me that you don’t think Carter makes the best sandwiches?”

“Ok, maybe he does, but one day I’ll find someone who thinks I’m better than him.”

You reached over and gave Tyler a reassuring pat on the back, “I’m sure you will, love.”

“Auntie,” Max said. “Juice.”

He held his juice box up high for you to see. You looked at it and nodded.

“Yes, Maxy, that is your juice.”

“Yum.”

After displaying his juice for awhile longer, he took another long sip. His face was already covered in a mix of peanut butter and jelly, despite the fact that he hadn’t eaten more than a quarter of his sandwich. You weren’t looking forward to having to clean him up later.

The rest of your lunch was spent having quiet conversation with Tyler, occasionally pausing to listen to Max make an announcement or clean a particularly large glob of peanut butter off of his face. He took his sweet time finishing his sandwich. You stayed behind to sit with him while Tyler began to clean up the dishes.

When he was finally done, you carried him into the kitchen and grabbed a wet rag to clean all the food off of his face. Tyler rinsed off his plate, stuck it in the dishwasher, and disappeared from the room. Max pulled away from you when you started to clean his face, but his tiredness started to settle in and he became more compliant.

“Are you feeling tired, Max?” you asked. He nodded slowly. “Do you want to watch some TV?”

“Movie,” he smiled.

“Ok, we can watch a movie.”

You wiped the last bit of food off his face, took off his bib, and scooped him up into your arms. He immediately rested his head against your shoulder and slung an arm lazily around yours. Tyler smiled at the two of you as you walked into the room.

“Someone is tired,” he grinned.

“I know, he’s like a tiny sack of potatoes.”

“Do you want me to hold him?”

“Unkie,” Max mumbled into your shoulder.

“I guess that’s our answer,” you laughed quietly.

Tyler gently took Max from your arms, helping him get settled against his chest. You took a moment to stretch out your own muscles that had grown tired after holding him. Max barely even budged as Tyler carefully leaned further back into the couch, giving him a little more room to lay down.

“Do you need anything before I get comfortable?” you asked.

“Could you grab me a Red Bull from the fridge? I meant to grab one and forgot.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

After getting a drink for you and Tyler from the kitchen, you finally got comfortable on the couch and pulled a nearby blanket around your shoulders. Although you had only spent a couple hours taking care of Max, you were wiped out after chasing him around the house.

You started playing a movie off of Netflix that you knew Max liked and sank back into the cushions. It was hard to keep your eyes open between the warm blanket and having Tyler nearby, but you fought the sleep away. At least one of you needed to stay awake in case Max needed something, and based on the way that Tyler’s eyes were already fluttering closed, it wasn’t going to be him.

Shortly into the movie, both Tyler and Max were asleep and snoring. You looked over at the two of them, watching how both of their chests were rising and falling steadily. Tyler had one arm wrapped protectively around Max’s back, holding him in place. It was hard to keep the smile off of your face.

This hadn’t been such a bad way to spend a day off, after all.

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firewhisky on ice, sunset and vine

you’ve ruined my life by not being mine

Chapter 6— previous chapter — next chapter

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They were once again in their original compartment, the one they shared all the way back during their first ever ride on the Express.

In the past few years, under Pansy’s suggestion, they had moved to more populated carriages, not remaining locked in their little booth, to have the opportunity to mingle with other students, yet after the incident between Draco and Saint Potter, they had decided a more secluded area was in order.

And there they were, Draco and Theo and Pansy and him, just as old time. Crabble and Goyle were in the nearby compartment, as if they were guard dogs waiting to be fetched, which wasn’t a far approximation of both their use and bestial nature, considering how they behaved. The rest of their housemates were scattered all over the Express, but in that little moment of time and space they were alone, far away from prying eyes and from tall Gryffindor idiots.

He had managed to avoid seeing him, back at the station, but Blaise had failed miserably at keeping him out of his mind during the holidays: his mother had bombarded him with thousand different questions about the ‘mysterious boy’ that had snagged his heart and hadn’t stopped meddling during their entire stay at his grandparents’; each one of his aunts and uncles and distant cousins kept on asking about his relationship status, twisting their noses whenever he replied, disapproving of the lack of a ‘nice pureblood girl in his life’, to which he simply had to politely smile to prevent himself from doing something irrational and idiotic; he had found himself asking his grandmother suggestions on how to tend plants, with the sole purpose of using them to then impress the useless plant-head.

At King’s Cross, he had sprinted as soon as he saw his friends, ignoring everyone else and focusing on Pansy, who was in the midst of telling Theo about her newest achievement, in the form of a freshly out of Beauxbatons boy who was doing an internship at the Ministry.

He didn’t know why, but he dreaded his next encounter with Longbottom. He had brought a plant from his grandmother’s garden and was planning on giving it to him during their next study session together, alone and in the privacy of the empty classroom they used, and he had already rehearsed several times in his mind the speech he was going to give to the Gryffindor, to excuse his foolishly romantic behaviour and masquerade his uncharacteristic affection and attachment. Yet he feared immensely an unscripted encounter, conscious that his brain didn’t work at his maximum potential around the tall idiot.

It had been quite an effort, the one he constantly had to make to concentrate in Transfiguration class whenever he decided to tap his fingers over the desk or whenever he bit his thumb when he focused on something he didn’t understand. During their private sessions, it was even worse: Longbottom would usually loosen his tie, roll up his sleeves and put a pencil behind his ear whenever it was his turn to explain something, and Blaise’s brain immediately went blank and dead for several moments, his only thought being incomprehensible blabber about biceps and forearms.

Overall, Blaise Zabini was whipped, not entirely in a bad way, but couldn’t be seen acting smitten. Especially not over a boy. Clearly not over a Gryffindor.

He focused his attention once more to his small group of friends: Theo was reading a trashy wizarding romance novel about a witch and a half-blood that, based on the plot, sounded too much like a wizarding version of Wuthering Heights, yet Theo entranced and captivated by the story, unaware of the Muggle origin of it, based on the time of release; Draco was poetically staring off the window into the vast [ic1] and immeasurable space that could be seen from the window, lost in his problems, mostly Death Eater related; Pansy was filing her nails, mindlessly nodding her head to a song that was playing in her head and remained stuck there for the foreseeable future.

“I gotta tell you something” he blurted out, without really thinking about the course of action he wanted to follow. He knew, deep down, that they would accept him no matter what, but the little anxious voice in the back of his head still whispered frightened.

They all turned to him, each with a puzzled look, stopping whatever they were doing to give him the attention he deserved.

It was an unofficial rule, never once discussed yet always respected, between the four of them to constantly listen to each other’s rambles and problems. It had been done when Theo’s father pressured him into learning Divination, when Pansy’s first time happened in a dark corner of the Slytherin dungeons with a sixth year boy while she was still in her third, and, of course, when Draco came back from the Summer vacations with a new tattoo and a burden on his shoulders. While he never truly admitted what he’d have to do for the Dark Lord, the other three still leant their ears to the blonde’s panicked whispers.

And they were all returning the favour now.

“No turning back, brace yourself and do it” his mind told him. He was a Pure-blooded Slytherin, on top of his classes and better than any of them, and if they had a problem with him being himself they could’ve shoved their heads up their arses even further than they already were.

“I don’t know if you’ve ever wondered or not, about why I don’t keep girls around for more than a public appearance or just for a couple of weeks” he began, hoping for once to be able to fulfil his speech as he had imagined it in his head.

As it could’ve been predicted, he was immediately interrupted by the monotonous voice of Theo, who simply went back to his book while saying: “Not our place if you wanna shag one different chick each week.” Then as if in an afterthought, he raised his head once again, staring into the distance with clouded eyes, and whispered: “They sure as hell about to fall over you, the wee girls chasing your attention as Nifflers with gold.” He had been reading one too many trashy romance novels for Blaise’s likings and now imagined love stories and escapades everywhere. Just before leaving for the holidays he had admitted of ‘having a feeling with his seer powers’ that Thomas and the Fire Kid were snogging on a daily basis, which left Blaise speechless while the others laughed.

“Are you trying to say that Blaise’s a heartthrob?” asked Draco, almost offended at the idea that he was less desirable than his friend. Pansy then intervened in the situation, leaning in before conspiratorially claiming: “Girls in the bathrooms talk, you know? Many do when they think no one’s there to listen, but Millicent heard that Romilda Vane, that hideous bitch, might be trying to sneak some Amortensia into either Saint Potter’s or Blaise’s cup!” That was an interesting news indeed, that side-tracked the conversation and also derailed Blaise from his train of thought; “Rule number seven: a possible poisoning should always be avoided, unless it was planned.” “Might be a miracle if she even knew how to brew tea, let alone perform correctly all the steps to properly do the potion” commented Draco, tilting back on his seat and folding his arms while sporting an insufferable smirk on his lips. “How’d you know? You never pay attention to classes anymore!” asked an affronted Theo, who was constantly complaining about the lack of response from the blonde prefect, but rarely mentioned it whenever Draco was near: Blaise had a feeling he partially knew what their friend had to do, since his parents were once again on the previous path, but he also never confirmed nor commented the situation.

“So does Pansy!” yelled outragedly the blonde, trying futilely to defend himself, despite the true words that just had been spoken. In the past few months, his attention span had drastically declined and now even teachers had started to realize it, which meant fewer House Points than intended. Which gave Blaise constant headaches[ic2] . The she-devil then turned to his friend, a dissatisfied expression on her face: “That’s different, I never paid attention to anything other than Charms, cause everything else’s boring and useless to me, you on the other hand…”. That was a trite topic that could go on and on for weeks. Blaise had his out, his one chance to have them forget he even started the discussion, which would last the remaining train ride for certain.

Yet he didn’t want to go back in hiding his true nature with them and, since he desperately wanted thing to move and work with Longbottom, if he turned out to be a fellow as well, he might’ve used Pansy’s help to woo finally the Gryffindor and Theo and Draco’s discretion if thing really got going.

It most definitely was a ‘Now or never’ type of situation.

“I’m into boys” he admitted quietly, partially drowned by the sounds of his friend’s argument, yet they all perfectly heard him.

The following silence was morbid and sickening, with Blaise looking out of the window with his wand in position to cast a protecting charm over himself. “Rule number five: better safe than sorry.”

Tentatively, as if handling a porcelain doll, Pansy moved forward, placing softly a hand on his and whispering: “Are you certain?”

“Sweet Salazar, Pansy, of course he’s certain, what kind of fudged up question is that?!” Theo exploded, throwing his hands in the air and watching the girl as if she had grown two extra heads, and now looked like the dog their current Professor of Care had during their first year.

Blaise had always been curious about how they had managed to fit such a large creature inside the third floor corridor, but still had no explanation. His most quoted guess would be a shrinking spell firstly and then a second enlarging one, probably performed by either Dumbledore or Flitwick, for sure. Hagrid, although he was a great and passionate professor, didn’t strike as the master of form changing and fitting charms, although he could clearly impress and surprise.

His overturning trail of thoughts was once again shifted back into the conversation at hand, instead of being let to free float in a very Pindaric [ic3] style, by the curious voice of Draco Malfoy: “Why you’re not cursing?” he asked, tone dripping disbelief, that now Blaise shared as well. Pansy was also looking at their fellow housemate as if she intended to solve the mystery before her, clearly having forgotten what spun their conversation in the first place.

Theo, on his own, merely shrugged, “Gave it up until the Spring break in a bet with my cousin, she’s from Durmstrang and won’t drink alcohol, the loser gets kicked of the Easter feast and doesn’t get the food.” The explanation was short and concise, typically in Nott style: “If it can’t be said in one sentence only, it’s not worth it” was his life motto, which was an interesting perspective in life, yet became complicated when asked to write a three feet parchment long essay, while the Slytherin in question could only master a very poetic “The Wound-Cleaning Potion is a potion used to clean cuts and other open wounds.” Needless to say, many nights were spent begging Theodore Nott to just write four more sentences cause Professor Snape wanted more than a simple “It’s used by healers.”

They all managed to convince him to be marginally less crisp only after reading out loud the works of Crabble or Goyle, which sounded too much like his own for his liking, which lead to the domino effect of a two and a half feet piece.

“Weird shit you pulled, you started it?” asked Pansy, incredibly suspicious and folding her legs under her body, a cat ready to pounce. “Grandma’s work, she casted a spell on us to check it and if we remove it we lose” he admitted, sounding excited and vengeful at the same time. While his grandmother had probably meant it as a meaning to have a peaceful evening, she did not keep in count the sheer ambition her grandchild had. Knowing Theo, this little challenge would keep on going until the last day, or until he won. He was too headstrong not to finish it with first place, whichever prize might be coming, it was the pure conscience of being first that would keep him warm during cold nights. “So, you rash-holes gotta keep your fudging mouths clean around me or I’ll lose my shirt” he then added, pointing his finger at all the three remaining people and throwing his best glance their way.

“That fucking sucks ass, Theo. So fucking sorry” exclaimed Pansy, fretting hurt and exaggeration, mocking him with every breath she took. “You’re a bench, Parkinson, and you should definitely caramelize yourself!” “Theo! You kiss your grandma with that mouth?” intervened Draco, placing a hand over his heart and pulling an incredulous face, scandalized and amused.

Once again, for the billionth time, the topic had switched and Blaise could feel his newly headache spread. He had a half thought of leaving the compartment to jump over the train and simply lay there, but decided to try one more time to get on top of the issue: “GUYS! Can we please focus here for once? I just told you I’m gay and I’m slightly uncomfortable not knowing whether you’ll hex me or I’ll have to kill you first” he said, staring at each of his friends dead and emotionless in the eyes.

“You would never kill us, Blaise” commented a very relaxed Draco, comfortable in his position. He was so dead wrong, or plain dead, depending on which came first. “Try me bitch. I had to study bloody herbs on my own cause of you so I’m already murderous.” He seemed visibly shocked by that, “Oh, yeah, sorry mate, how’s it going?” he asked, probably genuinely curious. “Pretty well actually, turns out it’s actually fun and…. Hey, back to the main side, what’s it gonna be, stronzetti?” Blaise all but yelled, losing his patience. It was an actual miracle that he had managed to keep up with them for that long: screw Potter, he should be assigned holiness, or at least a martyrdom, for his years spent in suffering.

“Well, that’s easy: I personally don’t care and as long as nobody” Theo began, pointedly looking at all his friends in the eye and not just at Blaise, “trickles nobody on my bed I’m chill with whatever.” Blaise took a breath of relief, his shoulders sagging a little as he felt all his tension leave his body. “One down, two more to go.”

“When you say trickles you actually mean fucking or a general shagging?” asked Draco, tilting his head forward with an unreadable expression he always used when playing with his friends. Not many saw this side of the blonde, the joyous and rascal version, reserved to his closest circle only. He had the best one liners, for certain, and used sarcasm and humour at every possible occasion.

More than once, Blaine had to hex him whenever he started punning, cause once it had begun, he never stopped willingly.

Theo leant forward as well, eye to eye with the blonde with a murderous look on his face: “Malfoy, you keep your hands off my property or I’ll chop them off clean, but as a general rule don’t get on my bed or I’ll burn our dormitory down.”

Pyromania was a serious issue of Theo’s, which was the main reason why he was on speaking terms with the Fire Kid from Gryffindor, which as a downside meant endless teasing from the rest of his house. Despite it all, their unlikely friendship was solid and dangerous, with one accidentally sending things on fire and the other purposefully letting it all burn. “I’d do it if I was you, mate. Who knows who did whom before you took the room” Pansy intervened, reclining back into her seat and picking up her nail filer once again, starting back to where she got interrupted. “THANK YOU FOR THE IMAGERY PARKINSON!” Theo yelled, bolting up on his feet and thundering over the compartment. Raising a hand to pass through his hair, he gave out a huffed breath and opened the door to the corridor, “Imma go and claw my eyes out excuse me” he proclaimed, before hastily exiting and loudly closing the door with a sound that reverberated the entire train, probably.

The remaining trio burst out laughing immediately, Pansy and Draco falling onto each other as Blaise wiped tears off of his eyes. “Merlin, He’s so sensitive!” he commented once his chuckles had quieted down and as his breathing returned evenly. He then closed his eyes, savouring the moment as an eventual calm before a tumultuous storm: “What about you two?” he asked, returning to seriousness.

Pansy looked at him softly, before shrugging and returning back to her task, “I’ve had my suspicions but kept quiet cause.” Then, in an afterthought, she pointed her filer at Blaise’s chest and conspiratorially added: “Hope you know we’re gonna talk about it in private, just the two of us, also just cause I may have already someone to set you up with.”

Blaise chuckled at that, already conscious that the action might be immensely futile but touched by the feeling nevertheless. “Draco?” he asked boldly, turning fully toward the friend that had been keeping silent about the matter. Despite Blaise’s suspicions, it was not his place to say anything about the other boy, but an acceptance would’ve been gladly welcomed still.

“I’ve have too much on my own plate to deal with this as well but” he began, messing up his non-gelled hair as if to pull the words out of his brain directly, “I’m cool, mate. As Theo said, don’t fuck anyone on my bed” he finished with a wicked smile and a wink. What was the wink for, Blaise had no idea, but he warmed up at the sentiment nonetheless. “Not gonna be a problem, trust me” he admitted smirking: even if things were smooth with a certain boy, he still would be extremely hesitant of bringing anyone of the same species further than the common room, and even then he couldn’t exactly bring a Gryffindor there! “Why not? Are you ashamed of us or something?” asked Draco, offended and wounded at the idea, at which Blaise could only reply with a huffed out laugh and a shake of his head, “That’s one way of putting it.”

Draco turned expectantly at Pansy, who just looked him sternly in the eyes before deadpanning: “Your room smells like flowers and douche deodorant, no one with an ounce of self-respect will ever bring a date to shag there” she claimed, with great reasons, before returning to her nails. Crabble and Goyle had an unhealthy lack of familiarity with personal hygiene, which meant that the remaining occupants of the dormitory had to constantly keep the windows open or, during the winter, spray the room with whatever substance strong enough to hide the odour of musk. “Speak for yourself, Millicent’s cat’s always stinks worse than death itself!” outragedly cried Malfoy, desperately trying to defend his wounded honour for some reason unknown to Blaise, who simply stood back and enjoyed the scene. “Which is why he’s not allowed in the room, we keep him on the doormat, asshole” venomously rebutted Pansy, raising her filer in the air and vehemently threatening the blonde.

“Isn’t that poor creature already been through enough?” “Quiet Zabini, he chewed on my favourite pair of shoes and they were expensive” she replied immediately through gritted teeth, without lowering her makeshift weapon nor detaching her eyes from her prey. “We all come from powerful and rich Pure-blood families and are talented wizards, couldn’t you just use reparo?” snorted Draco, slowly and unperceptively leaning backwards and far away from the witch. Pansy simply drew closer, fury in her eyes, “First of all, that’s not the point. Second, they were bloody Louboutin and even with the spell they still had something missing and I’m still salty about it” she said, punctuating each word with a blow with her bludgeon, which caused the blonde to wince in pain.

The scene was comedic and truly heart-warming, but it was interrupted by Theo’s head, which poked from the newly opened door: “We’re there, guys, move your sugar plum behinds” he said entering, shifting the pair of bickering idiots to take out his coat.

Blaise felt better than he had in weeks as he fixed his tie on the window reflection. Holidays had been great, the quick chat with his friends freeing and fantastic and he was finally ready to set his plan in motion.

With his heart infinitely lighter, he grabbed his suitcase and exited the train, secretly hoping to be able to peak a certain Gryffindor before the meal in the Great Hall.

GLOSSARY:

“Stronzetti” means “Little pieces of shit/Little Assholes”

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