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makeste · 6 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 169: Shut Up and Dance

Previously on BnHA: Aoyama creeped on Deku in the middle of the fucking night. A petrified Deku went to take a closer look only to find that Aoyama had left a weird “I KNOW~~” message spelled out on his balcony with fucking cheese. The next day in Cementoss’s class the kids resumed working on special moves. Deku got all brooding and thought about how he couldn’t beat Overhaul even with his absolute max of 20%. Then Aoyama got his attention and carved a possibly-suspicious-or-maybe-just-weird French message into a chunk of rock with his navel laser before collapsing in pain. Deku took Aoyama to rest for a bit and asked him what the cheese message meant. Aoyama said that Deku was like him -- someone who possessed a quirk that didn’t really suit his body. Aoyama himself is unable to control his navel laser without the aid of his support belt. He saw Deku as a kindred spirit and was trying to cheer him up since he knew he was starting to feel frustrated. And thus a new sparkly bond of friendship was born.

Today on BnHA: The kids randomly discuss how great Mina is at dancing and how great Jirou is at music stuff. Later that day, in a pure coincidence, Aizawa announces the upcoming cultural festival. Despite the recent string of villain attacks, the school has decided to go ahead with it as a way to hopefully help the stressed-out student body. 1-A gets to work determining what program their class will do, with people suggesting everything from petting zoos to cafes to “a banquet for students of darkness.” Momo and Iida narrow down everyone’s ridiculous suggestions, but they’re unable to settle on a final program, and Aizawa gives them one day to figure it out. That evening the kids gather in the fanfic dorms and Iida says they should come up with something that will help the other students de-stress. Todoroki of all people suggests that they host a dance party with live music. Jirou is a bit nervous about performing in front of everyone, but with her classmates’ support she agrees to do it. Let the Band AU arc begin.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 195 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

OH MY GOD YOU GUYS LOOK AT THIS!?!?

THIS IS MY FAVORITE COLOR PAGE EVER OMG

holy shit, I fucking love it. the colors! the (possibly unintentional) Wicked reference! MY LEADING LADY OCHAKO

and it looks like she’s wearing some of Mei’s gear. are we going to see any of these upgrades in her actual costume, or is this all just for the sake of a pretty cover? ah well, either way I love it

AND!!!

CULTURE FESTIVAL OMGGGGGG

lord I can’t even begin to imagine what a U.A. culture festival might be like. somehow I can’t quite picture them doing the typical cafe theme lol

oh my god you guys

MINA BREAKDANCING.

you guys. ever since she got a bunch of bullies to dance with her in the middle of Kirishima’s flashback I’ve been wanting more of this lol

Deku is analyzing her moves, and it’s only just now occurred to me that this might be part of a new technique of hers and not just her spontaneously breaking out into a dance battle in the middle of the locker room

(ETA: nope just dancing. Mina is the best you guys)

lol now Deku says he wants to try and Mina’s volunteering to show him!

YESSSSSSSSS

NOW GET IIDA. HE NEEDS TO BE IN ON THIS. OH MY GOD. YOU GUYS. IT’S HAPPENINGGGGG

(ETA: this arc is a gift in so many ways)

oh hey Kaminari is casually hyping up Jirou’s hobby without any prompting!

is he trying to embarrass her or does he genuinely think it’s cool? OR MAYBE BOTH. WHY NOT. I REALLY DO SHIP THE SHIT OUT OF THIS DAMN TRIO NOW, DON’T I

he’s saying that her bedroom looked like “a music store” that one time they all went to see it

and he looks genuinely impressed, so I think it’s not teasing at all and he does in fact really think it’s cool

he says she must be a music pro and he’s asking how often she practices

and she’s getting all blushy and threatening him with one of her earjacks lol

he seems confused d’aww

(ETA: nice little bit with Kouda here which is followed up on later when he encourages her to perform and says it’s a skill well suited for a hero. I adore this sweet little friendship they have since taking that final exam together.)

she’s just shy, the way that some people are about the parts of themselves that are really personal. that means it’s really important to her and she’s maybe not fully ready to share it just yet

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

SO I HEARD

the class is losing their minds

IS IT SO FUCKING WRONG TO HAVE AT LEAST ONE NORMAL SCHOOL THING JESUS CHRIST. WE JUST SAT THROUGH FORTY CHAPTERS OF ANGST AND CHILD TORTURE. LET ME HAVE THIS, CHILDREN

AIZAWA SHOUTA DID YOU REALLY ACTUALLY ADOPT THIS LITTLE GIRL OMG. PLEASE SAY YES. OMGGGGG

take her to the festival. let her come visit. omg. I will die of joy if that happens

(ETA: I did, in fact, die of joy)

so now the class is trying to figure out what to do

Kirishima is asking if it’s really okay “for us to be so carefree” at this particular juncture

Kiri were you not listening to a word I just fucking said. YES. y’all need to fucking relax for once in your damn lives

Kaminari is SHOCKED and is all “Kirishima you’ve changed, huh?”

but Kiri says it’s a valid concern though with all the villains running amok right now

Aizawa says that’s a fair point, but U.A. doesn’t revolve solely around the department of heroics

look at this Department of Management asshole acting like he’s going to get as big of a role in the series as Shinsou or Mei. haha you wish buddy

Aizawa says that this year’s festival will be made less public though, and will only occur within the school

well, good. honestly if y’all tried to pull more shit like the sports festival again at this juncture I would be raising some eyebrows, believe me

so they’re going to be deciding on their theme today! yaaaaay omgg

I’m going to take a wild guess here and predict that it will be something music related. since we had breakdancing Mina and music prodigy Jirou earlier. and also I’m really going to be needing that dancing Iida, you guys. I’m not kidding. we need to get on that stat

so finally Iida is taking charge, and tbh he was being remarkably restrained up till this point because I was expecting him to do this much earlier

he’s telling everyone to raise their hands if they have a suggestion

this class is full of passion

naturally the first suggestion is of course the classic

maybe if this was EVERY ANIME EVER. but this is BnHA! we can do better guys, come on!!

and we’ll just ignore Mineta

Ochako is suggesting a mochi shop! oh! I’m remembering that new years illustration now and I would love that tbh. but I don’t think that’s what we’re gonna end up with

look at all of these other ideas though

I love the idea of crepes and I’m already sad that they won’t end up going with that

Kouda’s idea is also amazing. and Kiri’s is super original

and Tokoyami’s I first read as “banquet of students” and I thought, that’s odd. I know he’s goth but I didn’t think he’d be out here suggesting cannibalism

but based on Kami’s stare, yeah, I’m pretty sure we’re gonna end up doing the music thing. CLASS 1-A DISCO. U.A. RAVE. AW YIHHH

wow

can you guys pick out which suggestion was Bakugou’s. it’s pretty easy tbh. study hall duhhhhhh

I actually love that the ideas we didn’t actually see can be so easily traced back to their originators. Deku’s hero quiz. Shouto’s soba house. Tsuyu’s “frog music chorus”, whatever that is. Ojiro’s martial arts performance. and so forth

Momo is now ruthlessly putting an end to the charade of diplomacy and erasing the ones that are “inappropriate or unrealistic” and “the ones that I don’t really understand” lmao

now the kids are getting back at the two reps by shooting down their own suggestions

and she’s combining the food themes into one, over Satou and Shouto’s protests that soba and crepes would “clash”

now things are getting out of hand

aaand the bell is ringing

Aizawa’s walking out and telling them all to make a decision by tomorrow morning

omg

oh damn

so now it’s nighttime in the fanfic dorms and 40-year-old Iida Tenya is in his relaxed business casual clothes watching youtube videos

I guess the rest of the gang must be here even though we’re not seeing them yet, because there are speech bubbles talking

I swear to god that boy really does go to bed at eight fucking pm every damn night. but why, though?? does he lie awake broodingly into the wee hours of the morning? does he go to bed early in order to wake up at the asscrack of dawn to work out? or does he just need the extra sleep because he’s a growing boy who runs at full steam shouting and blowing things up all day long and it’s just exhausting to be him? like, all three of these seem plausible to me lol

and then of course there’s the beloved fandom headcanon of him having PTSD and dealing with lots of nightmares too, and while we have really seen nothing in canon to hint at that, I’m obviously not going to dismiss any theory with that much Bakugou angst potential completely out of hand lol

but I think it’s probably the second and third one mostly tbh

as for the intern group, are they taking supplementary classes to make up for what they missed while they were out interning? that really is a lot of work, huh. no wonder the school decided to put an end to those for now

anyway, so Iida says that now that he’s had more time to think about it, he thinks they should come up with a theme that would assist the other departments in letting off some steam since they’re stressed out

that’s actually so thoughtful and pure

so Momo (at least I think it’s her?) is saying that in that case, they shouldn’t bother with a food theme since the U.A. kids are already accustomed to Lunch Rush’s food and it’s really hard to top that

so now they’ve narrowed it down to just a few options

they’re shooting down the petting zoo as “unsanitary”, wow. wow guys. so you don’t think that getting a bunch of cute baby animals for everyone to pet would help them to de-stress, huh. kay. I see how it is

oh my god

of all the people to end up suggesting this idea, he’s honestly the last person I would have expected

YESSSSSS U.A. UP IN THE CLUB

why is he the cutesttttt

LMAO

IT’S NOT LIKE THAT BUT I LOVE THE WAY YOUR MIND WORKS SUGAR MAN

oh my god. I will take this thought bubble of Bakugou and Todo getting lit in the club and I will keep it in my heart forever

Sero is objecting that it’ll be stressful (for them), but Mina says she can teach them all how to dance

LMAO AGAIN

yes look at him he has clearly mastered it

Mineta is now stepping in and saying that if they’re gonna turn class 1-A into New York’s Hottest Club then they’re gonna need some sick beats

AND NOW EVERYONE IS STARING AT YOU KNOW WHO

BRITNEY, BITCH

lol she’s going red again and is all “uh, what?”

Hagakure’s jumping in with the encouragement!

YESSSS YOU CAN DO IT JIROU YOU ROCK

but she’s getting all shy again and says it’s just a hobby

and now Kaminari’s having a flash of insight!

COME ON KAMI THIS IS YOUR MOMENT

YESSSS

god I ship it. he’s just so genuinely nice and encouraging. class A’s dumbest, sweetest boy

and now Kouda is also running over and says that it’s a skill that can put a smile on people’s faces and for that reason he does think it’s heroic

AND NOW HER GIRLFRIEND MOMO IS STEPPING IN PROTECTIVELY AND TELLING THEM THAT’S VERY NICE OF THEM, BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY IT’S JIROU’S DECISION

god this chapter is MomoJirouKami heaven and I’m on cloud fucking nine

YAAAAAY SHE’S GONNA DO IT

not if you don’t want to, I guess? though ngl that would be amazing

so with that, class A’s program is decided!

um. is this supposed to be important to the plot? who tf is this

(ETA: lol it both is and it isn’t. it’s relevant to the arc, but this arc is probably the least plot relevant in the series. though that doesn’t mean it’s not a complete and utter delight)

anyway! WHOOO HOOOO, SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME

I have no idea which bonus page goes with this chapter lol. so I’m just gonna skip it for now

#bnha #boku no hero academia #ashido mina #jirou kyouka #kaminari denki #yaoyorozu momo #iida tenya #class 1-A #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #out of all the things I am looking forward to in season 4 #class 1-A's live is probably at the top of the list #beating out even the fast and the furious #words can't express how much I am dying to see this animated #this is what's gonna sustain me throughout 2019

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artiificiial · 2 years ago

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I have a few headcanons of Ring I would like to share if you don't mind.

1) mans is like four feet tall, they are not tall in the slightest and they are a-okay with it.

Sometimes they'll even use it to get out of fights with drunk people "you wouldn't hit a short lil guy huh 🥺🥺 I shouldn't even be a threat to someone as tall as you🥺 I'm just over here making balloon animals tryna bring some joy to the world" they are actively sneaking to the back in order to steal some item they need for a quest. With the chain I might place them a couple inches taller than Four but not by much, and even then I'm willing to hear out ppl who say they're smaller.

2) they can't talk. I don't mean in the non verbal sense, but everytime they talk little jester bells ring. Either the chain can't understand what they're saying but nod along anyway to make them feel included, or only the chain understands them (maybe their Zelda as well), leading to something like this

"you need anything from the shop, Ring*

*bells jingle*

"I don't think they'll have that but I can see"

3) For as much as they can talk, Ring is very expressive when saying anything, like 'you need to move before you get hit' kind of expressive. It's even worse then they're telling a story, suddenly they're hands are moving so fast you can barely make out what's a sign and what's a random hand movement, all the while bells are ringing a mile a minute.

3a) they do the hand-flaps, they stim. They don't really do it in public or when they preform, but if they feel particularly comfortable around you it's pretty common esp when they're excited.

4) (another non serious one) when you squeeze them they make a chew toy noise

5) I'm kinda tempted to say that they can't juggle, bc the idea of a non-juggling jester is funny. I also like the idea of him not being able to do fire performance work (make it extra angst and make it be because of his parents dying in a fire)(maybe even have it be because fire reminds him of Ganon or a near death experience)

6) any link: oh hey you're not busy

Ring, putting on his daily make-up: actually __, I am busy

I think that's it

hii sorry i took long to respond, i wanted to gather all of my thoughts. while reading this i was totally giggling and kicking my feet, i enjoyed reading your thoughts on Ring!

1. Ring is quite small, I just never put much thought into how tiny he is. I love the idea of him being slightly taller than Four though because Ring wields the master sword on his journey and if I remember properly Four was too small to wield it!

Ring most definitely would use his stature to wiggle out of things! He often uses peoples ignorance to his height/occupation to get the jump on them! Cause I mean, you wouldn’t hurt a wee jester would you? (also I drew this before I saw the ask but I think it fits perfectly)

(more under the cut!)

2. Oh actually! Ring used to be able to speak like a normal person but during his first adventure he was cursed to only sound like a bell (in relation to the fact that a part of his “game mechanics” would be rhythm game based!) so the only people who can understand him are the other cursed beings of the ganon-ified Hyrule Castle. Ring does do sign language and it’s how he communicates with those who weren’t in Hyrule Castle at the time of Ganons corruption!

I like to think Ring was originally embarrassed of the fact that he sounded like a carillon when he was trying very hard to speak real words that he opted to just not talk! Which I realize now has angst potential (that one tiktok audio that’s like “why don’t you speak? does nobody ask you why?” or smtn)

(It would be funny if Hyrule/Time could understand Ring since he very vaguely sounds like a fairy— I’m p sure they sound like bells?? I can’t remember)

3. Yes yes yes!!! Even before he lost his voice he was pretty expressive! When making Ring I combined a little bit of everything when it came to clownage and a part of why he’s so expressive is due to pantomime! (I used to study it and boy was it difficult to act out! Having to tell a story with nothing but your expressions and actions!) Another part of his “game mechanics” would involve pantomime and having to interact with objects that were invisible! (think of that one scene with mr mime in detective pikachu) Also you’re so right about the stim!

4. I actually have a drawing somewhere of Ganon squeezing Ring like a chew toy and it making the sound

5. I agree it would be funny if Ring wasn’t able to juggle/do fire work, but imagine if like, Ring used his clown skills.. in battle. Like the chain is fighting a gaggle of lizafos or smtn and Ring like.. juggles something at them? or even breaths fire at them??

Warriors: That was a slick move, do you own a fire rod?

Ring: Do I own a what

Surprisingly Rings parents (at least his mom, I never made his dad) is okay! Ring pulled the sword when he was very young and the king removed him from the circus to be raised as a knight but the circus still visits as often as they can! I was looking through his notes and the only things I have listed as his fears are “tight spaces, loud noises, and the dark”

6. Ring is that one vine of the granny doing their eyebrows in the floor length mirror.

#link oc #Hero of Ring #linked universe #arti speaks

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lovee-infected · 4 years ago

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Hello!! Can I request headcanons about gn mc who got sick (with fever or something to the point they can't go to school) and the twst boys decided to visit and take care of them? I've always enjoyed your headcanon! Thank you!!

Riddle Rosehearts

He's got much of a weak immune system himself so he's usually prepared for unexpected situations like this. He knows what to do.

Just lay back against your pillow, do exactly as he says and you'll return to full health in no time

He'd probably be really angry if he finds you out of bed without his permission or spending too much time over your phone and reading books; he insists on you resting and much as possible.

He agrees on being possibly a -bit- over protective but he doesn't mind. If this will do any good at your healing process then he's more than okay with it.

Whenever you tell him to stop over stressing himself because of you he just goes: " Me ? Over stressing? Of course not! If you wish me to be calmer than I already am, then stop playing around and rest well till you get better."

He truly does work his hardest for you while you need him, from takings notes of what has been teached during your absence to spending at least 2 hours a day with you, making sure that nothing goes wrong.

As the strict leader of Heartslabyul, he usually spends most of the day watching over students and checking whether they are doing good at school and exams or not, but for now he cuts back on these responsibilities to take care of you. He may not shout that out loudly, but he always puts you before any other responsibilities he might have. Perhaps he enjoys spending time with you just as much as he enjoys having fresh strawberry tarts.

Trey Clover

You were still trying to catch up with the classes but Trey just knew that it'd be too much. It was him who made you forget about the school and instead, rest in your room.

You are a bit stressed out about not being able to take care of your chores, but thankfully he is there for you. He isn't known as heartslabyul's mother for no reason, make sure that he knows how to caress and pamper you better than anyone else.

Aside checking on you every day and bringing you additional medicines and food, he makes sure to collect notes of everything that is teached during your apsence so you won't have problems catching up with the studies afterwards . No need to mention that his cooking on the other hand is stunning, 5 star chef Trey at your service.

He understands that it might be a bit boring laying down in bed without anyone to talk to, so he often comes to you as you need someone to talk to and also brings you your favorite books to read so you won't get any bored when he can't be there.

He never says a word to make you feel any bad or frustrating about being nursed by him, instead he knows how to motivate you to get better even sooner: " Nursing you is absolutely adorable, but I don't want my dear (y/n) stuck in a bed all day while I'm willing to show you way more exciting things than a just couple of books,"

Cater Diamond

Clones, clones and clones :Time to get to work! The best part with it is that he can always make sure to have at least one of his clones watching over you even if he's busy with school or stuff, not that he lets you know what he's doing though.

You wonder why Cater's staying with you 24/7, as a third year student, isn't he supposed to be like, really busy with studying? Cater assures you that there's nothing to worry about, and it seriously isn't. He can always catch up with everything even his actual self stays all night at yours.

While his use of clones might seem a bit tricky, he still makes sure to provide you with anything you as long as you're sick need and even more: Bringing you roses and chibi, stuffed animals as gifts, along with sweet chill chats whenever you're awake, sending you soft love quotes with a bunches of colorful hearts and kisses via text even as he's right beside you, He enjoys how you'll need to look up your messages to see what he texts you allthough he's sitting just a few meters away from you. Aw, the way you blush whenever youlok at your phone, how cute~

Ace Trappola

What's the purpose of going to school when he does not understand a single word of it while his mind is all stuck on you? What are doing now? Are you fine? Does your chest Still hurt? Has your pain gotten any worse? Is there someone with you right now? What if you need help??

He's about to lose his mind, he tries asking someone free to check on you but there doesn't seem to be such a person available at the moment. 'That's it , I'll go on my own'

With the help of the year gang ( Jack, Deuce and Epel) he fakes breaking his leg during a PE session and yeets off the school for an entire week. YES!

He is moving to your place for a couple of days and Deuce will cover up for him whenever someone asks where Ace is.

Ace just knows that you're sick, he isn't sure of the exact name or type of your illness. On his way to yours, he fills a bag with anything he finds at Heartslabyul's cabinets with any title as -medicine- for you. He'll later look for the right one you need between them.

When you get to look into what he has brought, you aren't sure if he's kidding or not and when you ask, Ace realizes that he's really goofed up: what he actually brought was nothing else than animal medicines, and he he literally brought you each and every of them existing in Heartslabyul; how come didn't he see the pets/only label-??

You're lucky that you already have your medicines prepared, so you tell him not to worry about it. He feels so damn embarrassed wanting to melt into earth right now, but you have to admit he really lifted up your mood. You're happy to have your cute, Crabby-haired idiot besides you while you're sick, and he tries his best to help you with cooking and making sure of you taking your right medicines on time to make up for the mess he made on his first day:" Ehehe...at least...you can use some of them when Grim gets sick, right ?"

Deuce Spade

He really wants to stay there taking care of you but... he has to go to school as well. He has to get much higher grades this semester if he doesn't want to have to spend another year as a first year.

He can't skip any of classes, but promises to spend the rest of his day after school.

He rushes with his school uniform still on to your place, not wanting to be even a second late . He has to carry some casual clothes along with his books since he wants to stay over nights if you need him.

Due to get getting in trouble a lot back at the time, he's rather educated in medical field so he knows much and less of what he'll need to do as you're sick?

His cooking isn't something he can rely on so he goes to Trey, telling that he needs some soup for Ace since he seems to be looking a bit sick lately?

He prepares your food, brings you warm towels, repeatedly checks your body temperature and when you're finally asleep, gets to his own studies. He ends up Having fewer than 3 hours of night sleep multiplr times and once, he didn't get any sleep at all.

He tries his hardest to look his best in front of you so you won't notice how terrible he actually is; when you question the bags under his eyes, he claims them to be left from the mascara which a couple of guys put on him a few days ago for fun and consistently laughs. Damn, this boy doesn't even know how to lie huh? He is literally dying, but he won't tell you a word. He can handle worse...

When you finally return to full health you realize how terrible he's been doing lately and you take rule of his nurse this time. Making sure that your cinnamon roll would finally get some sleep.

Leona Kingscholar

"My room, now". You look way too terrible to be able to make it to the classes therefore he has to make sure that you won't do anything stupid while you need to be taking some rest.

Bringing you to his own room wasn't his main intention since he just wanted to keep an eye on you but couldn't afford to visit you everyday if you didn't live any close to him so, easiest solution to the problem would be you staying with him.

He lets you use his bed but keeps on reminding you that it's just because you're sick so you better not be expecting such things to ever happen again. He would fall asleep in less than a minute at whatever he lays his head on, so sleeping on the ground isn't as hard as it seems. He just had to make sure that you would't step on him or his tail when you walk out of the bed.

He can ask Ruggie to nurse you and all, but decides to do most of your stuff on his own because it'd be a lot worse if Ruggie too gets sick. Sharing the same room with you has already put him on a pretty high infection risk so, that wouldn't really matter if he's the one nursing you or not. He doesn't really mind getting sick either, a free chance to take some days off school and chill; why not ?

He turns out to be pretty good with board games and there's no need to worry about getting bored while you can go for 100+ chess matches with Leona winning you each and every time; a bit ironic, but entertraining nonetheless.

He's actually really enjoying spending time with you, but isn't really expressing it. The only time when he actually shows some direct affection is when he plants secret kisses on your forehead as you're asleep.

Ruggie Bucchi

He has grown up in an awfully poor family with multiple siblings, so he's pretty familiar to the pain of seeing those you hold dear sick .He has turned into a not only responsible but also supportive boy toward friends and family, so you can make sure that he can take the best care of you while you're sick.

Perhaps his only problem is...Leona. He'd need Ruggie around even during school time and the hyena boy can't even have a full 30 minutes away from him which makes it impossible for Ruggie to take his time checking on you at least once a day.

Well, he has to find a way to babysit both of you at the same time so, -Let's take you to his own room-

Great ! He no longer needs to worry now that he can take care of you both. Leona too agrees on you staying at his as long as you don't cause any trouble.

Poor Ruggie has to sleep on the floor but assure you that he rarely gets to be the one sleeping on bed back in the home so, he is kinda used to sleeping on the cold ground.

He knows how to cook? Much and and less of it but who cares? He just asks you what you want and returns with it in 30 minutes; guess why: Because he'd just borrow the food from someone else. He doesn't mind his dirty ways indeed, you're sick so, you're more important than some dude wanting to chill on his food during lunchtime.

He just takes a list of medicines you may need and returns with all of them in his bag. He has to come at the right time on his own every time you have to take any of them since you'd most likely either fall asleep or forget to take them on time.

Enjoy your time with him, because it's gonna be a real luxury. He'd treat you nothing less than the way he treats Leona as he's sick so, you may consider yourself a part of a royal family at his service.

Jack Howl

Fluffy tsundere wolf is ready to give up on all he's got for you, what on earth might be sweeter than this ?

The moment, no, the second he realizes that you're not feeling well, Jack would immediately take you to the nurse office to see if you're. It's such a relief that it isn't thst serious, all you need to do is to take some rest.

Meanwhile you're resting in bed, he'll do the shopping and asks the kitchen for some soup ( You're sick you can't have too salty or sweet foods like normal cafeteria meals ) He gives up on his own meal to get some for you instead, it's just hunger of course he can handle it.

He feeds you and makes sure that you'll finish your entire meal, reminds you to take your medicines on time, brings you your favorite books to read and, most importantly, listens to... anything you'd ask him for.

He hardly ever lets anyone touch his ears or tail but if it's you, why not? You even fall asleep hugging his tail like a doll and he just patiently waits for you to wake up, blushing as he appreciates how cute you look while asleep.

Damn he has to keep the distance otherwise he as well would end up being sick but, it just seems impossible to say no when you ask for cuddles.

Jack tells you stories of his home town and national legends making your mouth drop in fascination. His stories seem to amaze him just as they amaze you and it makes him unbelievably happy to see you liking things he's been appreciating all over his life.

He even gets to the point of talking about his will to become all mighty and strong just like the magicians he looks up to, especially Leona. Just watching his strength gives you the will to overcome your illness and be at least a bit like Jack; he's really great, isn't he?

Azul Ashengrotto

No no no- Unacceptable! You shouldn't be sick, you shouldn't -get- sick- He told you to watch what you eat and what you wear as it's raining out there - HE TOLD YOU A MILLION TIMES- But now what? You are sick.

Azul panicks, he keeps on exaggerating the whole thing even if it's just a normal cold. He just isn't the type to easily deal with sicknesses. Whenever he catches a cold, it'll take him weeks to return to full health due to how weak his body is and, he's so worried about you being the same.

Soup, warm water bath, Medicines , magic potions to reduce the fever, ultimate revival spells... he showers you in all of them. Even if the virus won't kill you Azul's overprotection will most likely do, and he'll get really mad if you tell him that he's exaggerating it.

When you regain half of your full health, you ask him to let you return to school and- He immediately pits you back in bed: "No leavings, not until you're done with this troublesome fever or whatever."

You feel like an adult forced to stay in a cradle and wear diapers meanwhile Azul thinks that you're too naive to take your health seriously.

When you finally manage to pull him over, you realize how sick and pale he's gotten since you got sick. The bags under his eyes proved that he hasn't been getting much of sleep recently. "God what have you done to yourself-"

You finally tell him that he's the one who needs help , not you. You plant a kiss on his cheek and force his head to your lap, wanting him to get some sleep. He slowly understands that he might've been taking it a bit too seriously, but since you are fine now, he's kinda glad that he took it hard on you. He just wants you to be safe and sound; even if his it's going to cost his own health on the first placd.

Jade Leech

Humans get sick? It's pretty rare of aquatic creatures, especially eels to get sick so Jade's pretty new to this . 'wow , pathetic , aren't humans?' he thinks . Well anyway he can't just stand back and make fun humans while you seem to be in serious pain, but what can he do? He still has a lot to learn about human life and it's his first time having one of them sick, oh man.

Well, they tell that you should get some...rest ? Well maybe he should take you to bed. First step done , let's go for the rest. He blocks several of his classmates in the corners asking for... information. He simply takes notes . Possibly useful medicines and meals, hours of sleeping, allowed activities, useful tips, warnings, etc.

He has to read the list several times to make sure that he's got it all right. Let's nurse (y/n).

He unexpectedly goes from 0 to 100 like bam- bye eel boy hello nurse Leech. He'll turn your room into a hospital room, a good one though, filled with dolls and flowers and anything he was told to add because they send away positive vibes.

His cooking on the other hand is amazing. He'll look for several light meals for sick bodies but- chooses those which match your tastes . You can't help but to love everything he cooks . Chef's kiss.

He changes your bed pillow and cloths everyday, returning with washed, silky pillows and covers . A warm, smooth bed is what you need for a good sleep.

If there was such a status he would've been the god of nursing; wow you would've needed pay him off a lot for his service if he wasn't giving it all to his darling for free.

When you finally regain your health, he just has one more question left to ask before leading you to your daily classes: "Now now dear, would you mind rating me , and my nursing service?"

seem like he's really curious to see whether he's done it correctly or not.

Floyd Leech

Things seem so uncool when you're not as energetic as always , pale skin as if you're choking on lack of oxygen and bizarreness in your movements like a doll, smh, so boring.

Just like Jade, he's pretty new to surface life and watching you bear with illness looks pretty weird in his eyes?

When Jade, finally, informs him on what exactly happens to human body while struggling with an illness and what he must do to you to get rid of this annoying mode, he understands. Floyd still finds human's body shitty for how weak it is but decides to use Jade's words as a guide to deal with you.

A warm bed, fluffy pillows and stuffed animals, these seemed to be enough for step one: Enough of rest and sleep. He can't blame you on this one though, sleeping is always amazing. Something that never gets boring. Everything seems to be pretty fine to begin with, sadly it won't last any longer than a few hours-

He's told to bring you food, but when he returns with 4 bags filled with chocolate, candy, soda and chips; it's obvious that he didn't get the point correctly. Jade explains that your body is still way to weak for too salty or sweet foods, even highly cooked meals would worsen your immune system and make it take much longer to be healed.

Floyd goes for a second pick up and this time: this time returns with raw potatoes and frozen meat- Raw potatoes and frozen meat-. Well, he just followed everything Jade told him...? Neither too salty nor to sweet, and raw because Jade told him not to bring over-cooked stuff. Even if the virus did you no harm you would've probably died under his food selections if Jade wasn't there to stop him...

While his food choices might be horrible, Floyd's still one of the best mutuals you can have close when you aren't feeling well. With him beside you, giggling and chuckling as he rambles on how boring his day was, you've got to admit that you'd rarely feel sick when he's around. Although you're sick at the moment, nothing seems to have changed between the two of you, he enjoys spending time with you now just as much as he enjoys it when you're all safe and sound.

Well...maybe he can't be the best nurse you'd get to have , but one thing's for sure: No one can ever make you laugh like he does and, you know what say: Laughter is the best medicine~

Kalim al asim

He can't be any more worried, he stresses out whenver a friend is sick and now, it's not just a friend, it's -you-, one of the dearest and closest ones Kalim had ever had; just how can he keep calm ???

He is being raised under severe health protection and hardly ever catches even a simple cold, several people had taught him strict health routines and he had to follow them all over his life, so he is considerably familiar with ways of overcoming and illness , and that's what he's here for!

Jamil forbids him from cooking since it's too dangerous if he needs to use any knifes, but that wouldn't hold him back from finding enormous food recipes based on your favorite condiments to make your meal more pleasant.

He makes sure to prepare anything you need in a matter of seconds, golden peacock or 5000 camels, doesn't matter ! He's got way more than enough and what use would be better than giving them to you?

He can take care of you on his own, but Jamil insists on Kalim leaving it all to him and stay away from you as much as possible (No need to mention the high risk of infection for Kalim since he's almost sticking to you all the time)

Jamil as well would caress you meanwhile you rest at Scarabia (Right, Kalim proudly brought you there ) and Kalim, makes sure to stay close to you as much as he can, mostly when Jamil isn't around to tell him off- He doesn't want to put Jamil in more trouble but, you are his first priority.

You're bound to your bed, but just having Kalim around brings way more fascinating adventures than what you might get to see out there. His stories really do show you to a whole new world and takes the pain in your lungs and chest way further that your mind could catch . Perhaps Kalim is he one and only who can make your mind fly, even as your body's laying lifelessly in bed.

Jamil Viper

For the first time, someone stressed him out more than Kalim always does. He's always expecting to be scared to death because of him, but because of you? Damn he didn't see this coming.

Depending on what your illness is, he manages to freak out even more or clam himself down to his sane self, but the main point is how he's got to serve you all the best until you're totally safe.

He soon prepares any kind of medicine and chemical you may need and you have to use them all properly, don't even think of rejecting any single one of them otherwise Jamil would force feed you: "Don't be such a baby, you won't get any better unless you have these"

Just like Azul, he might be a bit overprotective with your health since he doesn't even let you leave the bed for more than a few minutes. He insists on you avoiding any sort of activities that may be tiring or heavy to your body.

To be honest, the thought of using his snake whisper on you when you don't behave or ask him to stop being so strict over a simple illness crosses his mind. Luckily, he refuses to use it. You're still his lover that'd be too heartless of him to take advantage of you like this just because you can't see how much he loves you.

He needs to keep the distance, but has to admit that it can be really hard to avoid hugging and kissing all over your face when you're gazing at him with that sweet smile.

Having you close makes Jamil realize how affectionate he actually is: How much he misses the healthy and happy you who he was never in a danger. Well maybe this nursing days gives him a lesson to at least try to have some sweeter time with you while you are all safe and sound - and not tiredly laying in your bed.

Vil Schoenheit

You can consider yourself nothing less than a Prince/ Princess when Vil of all people is caressing you. Your body is still way too weak to have control of anything going on in your life at the moment, and that's how Vil takes control over all of them- all in your life. Which means that you now have to live and do as he wishes.

He will take no effort in turning you into one of the fairest of all students in school (Not that you'll ever reach him though) as long as he can have his eyes over you. His rules are way more than just -beauty- ; just as he can be the all fair and powerful Queen who steps on you, he knows how to play the role of the nurse like a Queen would do~

A royal maiden is only to serve the royal family, so it's time to show how much of a princess /prince you can be in bed. You don't need to worry about your medicines or meals since Vil's always organized and on time with them, not to mention that his cooking too seems to be pretty good. He uses light yet, nutritious recipes that you'd enjoy and you're really surprised because these kinds food don't really look tasty.

Perhaps he just needed an excuse all this time to get this close to you, so he can take care of anything he's been dreaming to do with you all this time. Pedicure and manicure, trying on new fruit masks, resting face and body muscles to have a smoother, cleaner skin, etc.

Your room is a beauty salon at this point and you usually forget that you're actually sick.

He works on not only your physical beauty but also your manners, he doesn't care if you're sick or not . It's the best time to take away your poor manners and habits.

Well the scary Queen has got his own soft spots too; while indirectly giving you beauty lessons, he enjoys teasing you as you sometimes look pretty naive and new to all dos and don'ts of a high-level life like his, and he's more than pleased to teach you: "Pull yourself together , potato."

Rook Hunt

He isn't really into the whole nursing game but- If it's an opportunity to stalk caress and admire you all night, why not?

He is lowkey familiar with the basics so, it isn't supposed to be that difficult to handle . Finding pills and medicines isn't hard either since they can all be found at mister S's shop. ( He would've liked it better if he had to get them from a moster or something, anything more adventurous)

Though he doesn't really like quiet and safe journeys he'd actually appreciate it if it's with you. And of course, he won't let anyone else take advantage. Let it just be with the two of you and all~

He isn't about to hurt or scare you in any sort way; it's true that he just loves it when things get a bit dangerous but, he knows how to manage excitement as well. You want him to be a soft gentleman? Then that's what he's going to be.

Rook would be the softest Rook you could've ever imagined when he plays the nurse. It can't even be called nursing: It's about a passionate lover spending all his time with his darling who isn't feeling well. Even his expressions are taken to a totally different level, the mysterious smile he always puts on is replaced with a worried and, mildly sad gaze that makes your heart melt.

Might sound too dramatic bug he may even sing you to sleep. Sweetest words ever dancing to the rhythm of his unique accent that make your cheeks hurt at trying not to blush. This isn't the only drama he's up to though, even his normal speaking often ends up with your mind drowning in feelings. He won't bother giving you soft kisses on hand and forehead when you don't expect it. He likes surprising you, even if it's in a romantic way.

And...the real Rook, is only out when you're asleep. Sitting on a chair just a few inches away from your bed, a pair of eyes carefully follow the pace of your chest as it rises and falls. He's never tired, a huntsman gets no sleep as long as his prey's close by. Wow, if sweetness is all he needed to approach you, then he should give it a try more often~

Epel Felmier

His first reaction to hearing of you being sick is summarised in :Gasping, Blushing, Questioning, Sad puppy eyes. "It's just a simple fever...right? (Y/n) will soon be better..." , Epel confronts himself. He isn't getting overly emotional, but when it comes to you, he does have a sensitive spot.

At first, it is his anxiety over your health that makes him want to come over to your house to check up on you everyday but , it soon ends up being more serious. What if this is an opportunity to prove his reliability? You'd finally get to see how much of a strong and helpful man he can be. Even as he looks soft.

While Epel's trying his hardesr to seem a tough as possible, you can't help but to adore his cuteness as he is doing his best while you're sick. He bakes you the best of apple pies you've ever had and you have to admit; being sick can't hold you back from enjoying the sweet taste of fresh, caramelized baked apples melting in your mouth.

Growing up to be a country boy, he never really relied on chemicals as a useful cure to any illnesses. He's more into organic ways of helping human body into regaining its lost energy, which can be put as : 1) Healthy food 2) Enough of sleep and rest 3) Lifted up spirits and enough of humor. He'd be really protective over the last option, he wants to make sure that your self-esteem and spirits would be way better than ever

He has to keep the distance, but some small cuddles would not hurt, right? Perhaps some small forehead kisses before bedtime too. He's still pretty uncomfortable with kisses but, since you're sick...that can be counted as an exception.

Idia Shroud

He's been away from humanity for too long; long enough to almost forget that humans get sick. Robots sometimes have their codings crashed or their gears damaged, that's when they'll need an engineer to repair them . How did the cure system work with humans?? He can't really remember. Due to spending time with almost nobody except Ortho (who happens to be a robot) and hardly ever leaving his room and as the result, barely getting sick, Idia is pretty new to human body's metabolism; he isn't sure of what he might be able to do for you. But, humans have something called...immune system, right? Ah something that heals body on its own. Well maybe relying on that would be enough.

He decides to give you some far distance support instead of comimg all way down to your dorm . He can't be any more happier of technology's existence for such cases. Your immune system can heal you on its own, all he've got to do is to send some motivation your way. The summary of most of his extremely motivational texts would be : "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger! Keep it up (y/n)!!👊✨💥" and when you reply telling him how terrible you're feeling he'd just try to look for strongers sentences-

He repeatedly mistakes humans and robots and accidently texts you:" why don't you get someone to repair you?" several times. Then goes to bang his head against the wall realizing how dumb he's acting.

When you get worse he gives up. Maybe those sentences wasn't enough of motivation . Idia really does want to come visit you in person but he seems to be bound to his area. Well at least, Ortho isn't, right? He comes up with a way better idea to program Ortho to take care of you while Idia can't do it himself. He copied hundreds of anatomy, human biology and medicine to Ortho's data list. Well that seems to be enough. He can now cook, wash clothes, brings you your medicines and most importantly, remain by your side all the time as you may need help. Idia puts s small camera on Ortho so he'd be able to watch what's going on as long as you need Ortho's his help. He feels quite guilty for not showing up on his own but- maybe it's just better this way. Coming in person would do no good but him freaking out at not knowing what to do which would end up in making you feel worse. Long distance watch as he controls Ortho around is way better, even if he has to keep his eyes on tablet 24/7. He cuts back on his sleeping to make sure that nothing would go wrong. Even long distance watch seems to be stressful at this point...

He does care about you, a lot, but right now, he's no prepared to show physical affection. Let him show his love through his very own ways, he's just taking baby steps with you <3

Malleus Draconia

"Now now little one, don't give in so easealy. I know you're stronger than this..." Malleus motivates you. You certainly aren't going to die just because of a simple fever but still, wow. Humans -are- truly weak and fragile. He shouldn't really be caring for a mortal being especially if it's a human, but you are an 'exception'; you always are.

He could just leave you to Lilia and Sebek and you would've been under their watch and care 24/7, but he prefers to do this on his own since you are his favorite creature. He doesn't mind seeing how you'd overcome the pain even if it's with a simple cold. He wants to get more of you and your expressions.

He doesn't really have much to do, magic can do it all. All it takes to turn your depressing room into a prince/princess's dreamy bedroom is a twist of a finger. Go on and tell him what you want , you shall have in within a second. "All the best for you, child of man~"

While his significant magic skills are all truly stunning and helpful, his presence on his own seems to be the best part of him nursing you. He is your tsunotarou, afterall~ Not the descendant of Mistress of all Evil but only when it comes to you.

Sometimes he'd make you wish you'd stay in bed forever and ever, all to have him here, by your side. Just to have his soft, slender fingers brushing against your cheek and playing with the tip of your hair.

He does talk, but most of the time being is spent in silence since he doesn't want to bother you if it's hard for you to talk. He may pretend to be busy with something else but it's just to take your mind over the fact that he's watching you all the time. His small gestures are just as sensual as his words. Kisses on forehead, locking his dragon eyes with you , brushing your soft hair with hand as you lay on his shoulder (not that he cares about keeping the distance although you're sick. Your human illnesses are way too weak to do any harm to him, anyway~ )

His favorite time of the day is when you're asleep. You're adorable and lovely all time but, your sleeping pose, it's unimaginably beautiful to him. Watching your calm face empty of any emotion followed by the calm, yet, organized pace in your breathing as your chest falls and rises. He barely gets any sleep during the night, he doesn't need it. Watching you is way more pleasing: "Sweet dreams, my precious little human~"

Lilia Vanrouge

The most experienced, dedicated nurse here. He's been raising many of baby faes and struggling with a young, fireball shooter baby Malleus over the years. Nursing a fragile ill human like you is no more than a warm-up for him.

Chill on your bed and let him take care of everything, from the warm towels to fluffy blankets and pillows. Smooth music playing in your room as you take short naps, plushies and teddy bears around your bed giving you feelings of a newborn baby sleeping in a warm and fancy bed.

That's not all, along with his professional nursing skills, having Lilia himself around would take it all to a whole new level. He is so full of contrasts; Young and old, quite and wild, wise and careless, serious and silly and probably hundreds of other adjectives you can name.

Where else would you find a nurse who'd play you your favorite rock tracks on his guitar in the afternoon while at night, brings you cookies and hot milk to have while listening to his old but -gold- stories before going to sleep?

Lilia has got it all, old, new, calm, wild, and perhaps that's how it's never boring when he's the one you are spending time with. 'Sickness with benefits' to call. But, don't forget his horrible cooking skills.

Better hide some canned food under your pillow to save yourself from starvation when he's not around, refuse to eat his food st any cost (otherwise you'll need another 2 week hospitalized because of food poisoning-)

Make sure to thank your adorable bat nurse when you're back to full health; even if your stomach's still in pain because of his nasty cooking.

Silver

It's...his first time taking care pf someone. He is neither experienced nor educated when it comes to human health... especially because of how he's been living with fairies (who barely get sick) all over his life. The only reliable source for him would be his own memories; how Lilia used to take care fo him when he was a child. There isn't much he can remember but that'd do

Nursing doesn't seem to be that hard when he actually gives it a try - Mostly about you sleeping all day. Wow if sleeping this much is considered to be a symptom of being sick, then Silver himself has to be sick as hell 24/7. He isn't really sure if that's concerning or not

He is doing good since he seems go be pretty responsible and calm toward the whole thing, but don't expect him to be on time.

Silver wants to make sure that you'll take your medicines on time but he often fails to. He oversleeps most of the time and when he's up, he'd panic knowing that you missed your hourly medicine again.

He'd lowkey feel frustrated and useless when he misses stuff because of his sleeping issues, especially when it comes to you. He have to go for a stronger method so, he ends up in using 7 different clocks and alarms to make sure that he won't miss anything anymore; you're sick. He has to do all his best to take care of you. Nobody matters more than you do. Alarm clocks he uses are freaking loud and give him a heart attack whenever he uses them to wake up. Poor guy would need a long sleep when you're better.

He often falls asleep next to your bed after making sure that you are having a peaceful night sleep. He places a goodnight kiss on your forehead lays his head at the bottom of your bed. Who knows, maybe he would dream of you tonight, again.

Sebek Zigvolt

There's no way that you'd ever come close to master Malleus but- he still cares for you, a lot. Perhaps as much as he cares for Malleus although he refuses to confess to it. He is trained and skilled for all possible emergencies so he's all prepared to take the best possible care of you and make sure that you'll return to full health in no time.

He just knows what he is doing and makes sure that things would run smoothly. He is keeping each and every aspect in consideration and can organize everything like no one else can. From your sleeping schedule to light exercises required as you're sick. He insists on you starting to develop a better life style so that you won't end up in bed and lose time like this.

It's nice to have someone keeping the balance of your life when you need it, but when it's Sebek we're talking about, know that he might go a bit -too far- with it. He'd be overly protective and strict while you need a considerable deal of sympathy and softness too since you're sick - He collects notes of everything that was teached while you were sick and brings them to you to study, telling you that it'd be impossible to keep up with the rest of the lessons unless you study them right now, in your bed. And when you complain of it being hard to read and sit due to how weak your body is, he returns with the solution: Audio books (He isn't giving up... deal with it )

Studying isn't your only issue: he's being protective over each and every muscle you move. He'd wake you up early in the morning for a light, morning work out and doesn't let you out of the bed for the rest of the day. Whenever you complain, that's what his answer would be: " Master Lilia has blessed me with these , gloriously impressive lessons he's learned through experiences within his long- lasting life!! I believe in his words from the bottom and there's surely no cure greater than this if he says so" poor boy isn't considering he possibility of Lilia tricking him again at all.

This puppy means good, even if he fails to show it as great as you might be expecting him to. In fact he is just following all that he's told to, meanwhile he's pretty inexperienced and new to it. You may find it a bit unfair but, consider that he would've never gone out of his way to take care of you for plenty of hours everyday if it wasn't for you (Or Malleus-) seeing you sad on its own gives him wet puppy vibes let alone having you sick . He may act like a coward but, it's all because of how much you mean to him.

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I decided to reread the MHA LN Chapter 4, you know, the canon bkdk angsty slow-burn fanfic 😌😌 Spreading the BKDK LN agenda because WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS MORE !!

Anyway, I FOUND ANOTHER TRANSLATION but sadly OP haven't finished it yet 😢

And since I need an emotional outlet so I can scream at how they're so canon, Im'ma do it here ahwjdhfjsh 👀✨

Warning: Long post; potential manga spoilers

– I forgot that this chapter literally started with the angst 😭 Deku saying that he can't imagine having lunch with Kacchan is like a pain in the gut. He just wanna be friends with his Kacchan again 😢

– One word, ✨SOULMATES ✨ afshshahah PLS, even the universe can't help but ship them together 😩✋ they're fruityness is on whole a new level I CAN'T 💚🧡

– I see what you're doing Bakugou 👀 You really can't leave your sweet broccoli behind huh?? Also, crybaby Macchan and aggressive Takkun?? 🤔 Do I need to say more? 🧐

– If that's not flirting then idk what is 🤷 also, "In front of my soba? Really?" (Todoroki, probably)

– There's no ss but I just wanna give a special mention to jealous!Bakugou. No cos srsly, implying you're not friends with Deku as if you're not dying to hold his hand then getting irritated over Todoroki claiming the "friend" card 😩 Just, Bakugou, don't @ me ☺️💢

– The angst had reached full force it seems ಥ‿ಥ The line was cut but it actually says "Not friends, just childhood friends" 😭😭 and I am telling you Im'ma throw my brand new book when Bakugou explicitly acknowledges Midoriya as his boyfriend. Because before they were rivals, Bakugou and Midoriya were first friends. And I'm not saying that they aren't one now because we as readers, can definitely see they care for each other. But the question is, do they already see the other as a friend and not just a mere rival? They don't cos they're boyfriends your honor

– Tbh, It still haven't sinked in that this is kind of canon 🤧 This is such a cliched romantic scene like wtf?? So what's next? The full moon is illuminating half of Bakugou's face, red eyes glowing and face soft from the natural white luminescence or something sappy like that?? 😩😩 I love it

– Izuku in this LN chapter whenever he talks about Bkg: ✨ THEIR RELATIONSHIP ✨

– I know, I get it. You don't have to shove it my face every single time Deku 😌 and pls, why are you still flirting at the middle of the night?? Or was it pining that I see 🤔 i mean comparing each other to their kid parallels 😕 hmm a severe case of mutual pining indeed

– Yes yes, of course you're only looking for food stalls Mr. Bakugou "Tsundere" Katsuki, I completely don't believe that you're worried about the kids. No! of course not! Who says you want the kids to reconcile so they wouldn't experience the pain that you and a certain green had gone through?? Hahaha I mean It's not like they're your parallel what??hmmm no no, go on, look for takoyaki or smthn ☺️☺️

– Wait, did the last part say '"Bakugou grabbed Izuku's face and pushed it away..." Aksfksjdhdisjs what in the actual gay fanfic is this??!! Or wait, is this what Bkg usually do to Deku in the official art he's like, I love agressively gripping your head as I entangle my fingers on your soft curls but no homo💀

Since OP's translation isn't complete, I'm going to use Lau Ren's translation and yes I'm continuing this shit even though Tumblr mobile only lets me post 10 pics per post

– Bkdk domesticity with children pt. 95736 💚🧡 They love kids so much 😩 Yk I'd donate my kidney just to see this ANIMATED ✨ like this has so much fluff potential 🤧 Or at the very least a drama CD. I'd ascend 😭

– WHAT THE FUDGE ?!! I'M SCREAMING 😭 I SAY IT AGAIN 💞 SOULMATES✨ and pls, it has my favorite fic trope, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings. Anyway, I need a minute to collect myself cos I can't move past the "With the said person himself nearby, Kacchan thought his fate had gone crazy" ( ≧Д≦) dammit Katsuki, why r u so gay. Izuku loves you, you emotionally constipated gremlin

I have reached my 10 picture limit so I'm just gonna copy paste some of the twts 💀 I hope I don't get in trouble lmao Xd

- Kacchan fixed his gaze to Deku who looked relieved. "He..."

- Somehow, Kacchan remembered the fight they had after All Might's retirement. It was the first time they were able to let out their conflicts sincerely. Although his fear towards Deku had decreased since then, there was still a feeling of disgust about Deku being a hero who save others residing in Kacchan.

- He couldn't understand it. But he knew, there will always a being whom he cannot understand

– Bkg rlly said 👀 on Deku while having angsty thoughts ಥ╭╮ಥ Looking back on this tho, I just can't help but be proud when I remember 285. Bakugou is loud but he is very rational in battles. He thinks of a plan on the spot meaning he's mind is on work 24/7.

– When he had his "My body just moved on its own" moment, Katsuki had understood Deku and his nature to "Save to Win." It'ss that Katsuki must not analyze it with his brain, but instead feel it with his heart 💚🧡 And this is the reason why I badly want to see him on the manga 😭 that was some MAJOR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I'm ahwjdhfjsh

– Takkun and Maachan's pinky swear deserves their own mention. They're so pure 😩✋

- He said he still hasn't done hatsumoude so Kacchan can go first, but Kacchan refused and wouldn't let Deku do hatsumoude before him.

- Kacchan tried to take a head start, but in the end, they ended up visiting and praying together.

– AND WE'RE BACK with the gays 😌 hsjdjajs they compete with every single thing it's honestly cute. Also YES THEY PRAYED TOGETHER and shoujo scenes with the main couple praying on the shrine but make it BKDK flashed before my eyes 😖✨

- After finishing their prayers, Deku looked at Kacchan, "What did you wish for?" "Shut up."

- Even with Kacchan's sulking expression seen from the side, Deku felt that they had wished for the same thing.

– DEKU YOU'RE BEING TOO LOUD!! I just can't with these two 😩✋ Both of them are down so bad for each other and you can't tell me otherwise 💚✨🧡

- With those serious eyes, Deku knew they were aiming for the same thing. Win to save, save to win. To be the best heroes.

- Deku knew well that he and Kacchan are polar opposites. But even so, Deku couldn't imagine a world in which Kacchan doesn't exist.

– Deku just went 😍 on Kacchan and thought "I CAN'T IMAGINE LIFE WITHOUT YOU 🧡💚" (insert Imagine by Ben Platt)

– I can't even stress how much I love this line, y'all this is so misleading I-- this is too much 😭 Anyway, I believe this go both ways. Bakugou can't also see a world without Deku in it, and since Deku decided to be the self-sacrificing person he is, I'll just SCREAM IN CH. 304 ( ≧Д≦)

- Seeing the two praying side by side, he commented, "so you've become good friends now, huh."

- Both of them immediately opposed, and Kacchan threatened to explode Shoto's mouth for saying such a disgusting thing.

– Let's go Todoroki, best wingman 🤣 And flustered Bakugou makes a reappearance hdjsja Dammit half n' half I ain't flirting with Deku fvck you

And this is where it ends afshshaha anyway bkdk canon 💚🧡

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fanficsrusz · 4 years ago

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I WANT TO KI__ YOU - FINAL CHAPTER

Warnings: Kidnapping, Dub-Con, Non-con, Stockholm Syndrome, Being Restrained, Breeding, murder, everything bad.

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Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Summery: After failing to fulfill his contract, John takes a liking to y/n and his liking soon turns into a dark obsession

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A/n: After a billion years, a billion mental breakdowns and just about everything else, I have finally mustered up the courage to finish this series. I don't know how to feel.

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The taste of his lips was something that she should hate. It's something that she should crave to loaf. But even after everything he put her through, he was the sweetest poison.

John was like an elegantly bound book but in a language she couldn't read. Y/n never thought she would love all the bad things about someone but there she stood, staring out into the openness of the forest through the front door.

The door was there as if her dream had become solid, as if it had grown upon the hinges and blossomed into a comforting hue. An exit. A way out of the nightmare she found herself in. In all the time she had been trapped in the house, the door had remained a mystery to her. Not that she didn't know what laid beyond it, but the idea of what she would do when she saw the day it was held open for that long.

She realised in the air that had been so still on the previous days had suddenly gained a slight movement, as if it had discovered its direction yet was content to meander at its own pace. The autumn breeze that carried fine drops, each one a promise of the rain to come. Newly chilled air that moved the clouds, streaks of brilliance breaking through from a patient sun.

Y/n let her eyes rest for a moment, feeling the ambiance of nothing, hearing the sounds, taking in the aroma, letting her brain process what laid ahead.

John came behind, his lips grazing her hair as he pressed a chaste kiss upon her head.

"I need an answer."

His voice came as a whisper but had a firmness to it as he waited for their fate to be sealed.

Choices were rarely a fork of two pathways, yet with eyes a little wider open, many pathways appeared before her. The right path for one person can be different from another and only the inner compass of love and passion could illuminate it for that soul to walk upon.

"I-" her lips parted, the single syllable falling from her mouth before she stopped. Her eyes clenched shut, images of her past life flashing through her mind, her heart thumping as the emotions of what she had lost pumped through her.

Before she could even register her own existence in her new life, her feet had pulled her from John's hold.

She could feel her heartbeat… every single pound in her chest. This great pounding, this great pressure; every beat. She could hear it, she could feel it. It remained steady with every step she took closer to the door, it remained through what little breaths she could shove down her throat. It remained when she stood and swayed at the threshold. That dark beating remained, as she waited for her own choice to take hold of her body.

With a shaky hand she took hold of the new wooden door, a sigh leaving her as she pushed the door shut, sealing her inside the house and sealing her fate with no other exit. Just like that any glimmer of escape faded away coldly into infinite darkness. Y/n's skin shuddered and she could feel her brain starting to defocus, searching for new hope. She should have gone … out there, to the forest where the paths ran in every direction and she could be free. But one thing and one thing alone stopped her.

Aurora.

John's hand creeped up her arm, offering her a caring touch.

"Thank you" he whispered, breath hot on the back of her neck.

"For what?" her voice came out hostile, sadness prominent in her tone.

"You chose me -" he smiled, "you chose us. You chose Aurora. You chose love." his arms circled her waist, pulling her closer to his icy warmth. "I can't believe you finally recognised the importance of what we have. You've finally learnt to appreciate it all and that's all I ever wanted from you".

Sadness sat an inch below Y/n's face, eyes remaining dry, expression impassive. She knew that if she even let a fraction out that the rest would follow, a never ending torrent of grief. She moved nothing but her eyes, her mind racing while every muscle stayed rock still against John's hold.

"I just needed you to see it with your own eyes, to have you understand that this could be a wonderful life, that we can build a perfect, loving, family" John let his mind wander within the walls of his own fantasy.

"Just think about it. Think about all the good things we can do together here. We can be happy, we can enjoy each other as much as we want without having to worry about the world out there and all the bad things it brings -" he placed a heated kiss onto her skin, his teeth nipping lightly.

That warm, raspy voice that possessed his cords, sent nerves dancing up her spine. Normally his smile sent her mind into an uncontrolled, captivated spiral and his light touch lingered, it branded her soul with a simple mark: infatuation. To call it love would be a mockery of her heart, a symbol of her dying innocence. But every tempered word he spoke invaded her mind, like ivy tendrils seeking any point of weakness to enter; they wrapped her body in a blanket of comfort and consumed her soul in the heat of lust.

Y/n remembered that night John took her in a soft, painful haze. It was the night that taught her the difference between love and infatuation. Love is unconditional, eternal... Infatuation? It dies.

Y/n had become infatuated with John to some degree. The sense of protection that he provided was something that she had never known. What else did she have other than John? But Aurora? She deserved better. Y/n loved her more than anything and she wasn't about to let her daughter live in four walls. Captive. Her beauty hidden away from the world.

That wasn't a life she wanted for her.

"-I only needed to know that you were convinced, that you had it in your heart" John continued, his lips peppering her skin with soft kisses.

"well now you know" y/n whispered, eyes still glued to the closed door.

"You know-" John gently turned her body, forcing her to look at him as his soft brown eyes studied her features for a moment, "-keeping you chained in that basement for the rest of your life was a possibility but that wasn't enough for me"

Y/n felt the pad of his thumb rub against the wet skin of her cheek, rubbing away a few tears that had managed to quietly escape their fortress.

"I wanted you to be here with me, so you could enjoy this life of ours without being kept like an animal." his eyes softened, eyebrows dipping kindly. "It was all necessary at first. Just a training process and I only kept you like that because you needed it"

Y/n knew it was wrong what he did. But why did it hurt to know what she would do?

"I understand" she whispered, her own hands wrapping around his waist as she buried her face in his chest. With a deep breath she took note of all the musky sweet notes of his scents. John rested his head on top of hers, his smile uncontrollable.

"it was like the medicine you needed to take" John let out a small laugh as he thought back. "you were this small little disobedient puppy. It was cute honestly but it was just something you needed to go through to get stronger. And now look at you!" he pulled back, holding her at arms length so be count admire her perfect face. "you're so beautiful and So loyal"

John kissed the droplets of tears from her lips, and she felt his lips smile against hers. He swept her hair aside and kissed her just over the collarbone. He nibbled at her ear, and then sank himself into her arms. She hung her fingers on his waistband, dragging him closer and he buried his face in her shoulder curve, his hands flexing around her back. John gave a reduced groan before whispering “I love you,” into her hair.

"So do I" she mustered back.

"I can't believe you finally see me for what I really am. Your family. Your soulmate. Your world. Of course that world includes Aurora. Her future brothers and sisters. We will have all we need right here" he placed another kiss onto her forehead. "we can build something new, something perfect and you are the one who made it all possible. You - you have no idea how special you are to me my love."

John stepped back, extending his hand for her to take and Y/n slowly took it into hers.

"I will never let you go. No matter what happens, I will always find you."

Three days later

The perfect life for the perfect wife. That's what Y/n told herself daily, over and over.

Y/n had been baking for a few hours and as the moments passed, tune by tune as the radio sang along, the piles of cookies, buns and breads grew. It was the same as mess, only the good sort she supposed, the edible sort that made people happy. That would make her happy.

Aurora sat in her highchair, cooing softly as Y/n plated a few cookies and turned slowly, smiling as she watched her daughter stare up at her.

She placed the plate on that table and kissed Aurora on the forehead.

"No matter what happens. I love you" she breathed heavily and pulled back when she heard John step into the kitchen.

"Good morning" Y/n smiled, wiping some of the drool from Aurora's face.

John rounded the table and kissed y/n on the cheek before kissing Aurora's head.

"Good morning my loves".

For a moment there was silence in the large room and y/n shifted on her feet.

"What are you going to do today?" John finally asked, pulling a glass from the cupboard and filling it with some water.

Y/n shook her head slowly.

"I don't know. Maybe clean. Play with Aurora. I baked some cookies already" John's eyes lit up as he walked over to the table, smiling as he picked up a warm cookie.

"You made these?" he asked and y/n only hummed.

"Mhmm"

John kissed her cheek and Y/n savoured the feeling of his lingering touch before she turned around to face him.

"Try it. Tell me how it is".

John smirked before lifting the cookie to her mouth.

"oh no. I've already eaten so many of them. I made them specially for you"

"Such a good wife" John smiled. The cookie skimmed his lips before he shoved it into his mouth, letting the buttery goodness explode against his tongue.

"Wow" he exclaimed, "This is really good". Y/n’s eyes lit up with excitement as she watched him eat a second cookie without hesitation.

"Good. I'm glad you like them".

John lifted his glass of water to his lips before he felt something wash over him. Something he hadn't felt… Ever.

His hand extended towards Y/n as he tried to grab her, reaching out for support but she only pulled away, the smile she wore still on her face as she watched him intently.

John breathed heavily but the air just wouldn't go in, like his lungs were surrounded by metal bands. Next came the rising panic, the dizzy feeling and the need to get low to the ground. The exertion brought on more breathlessness, like the air around him was devoid of oxygen. His ribs heaved up and down but no benefit came.

"Y.. Y/n…" his wheezing voice called out to her but she only stepped back.

The poison was made to mimic an efficient virus, to kill the host fast. A few drops here and there and the decay set in, a sort of race to the bottom. The best part? She didn't even know what it was. She just read the bottle that John had stashed away and shoved it into the batter. If there was one thing she learnt from her mother was that love was the best blindfold for any plan.

Y/n picked up Aurora, cradling her in her arms as she watched John gasp for breath. In his glassy eyes that stared up at her, she saw her reflection and she saw that what she was doing was the right thing.

"You were and always have been a - monster" the words seemed to burn her tongue but she ignored the pain it caused. "You will never be able to find me or her again. Goodbye John"

As the blackness finally began to consume him once and for all, he watched as his love pulled open the front door, her shadowy figure slowly fading into the darkness as he also did.

3 months later.

"Thank you, detective" y/n pushed the papers into her handbag before placing the bag back onto that handle of the pram. Aurora laid asleep in her arms and y/n slowly stood up.

"No worries" the detective smiled kindly before reaching out over the table, stopping y/n from moving any more. "-and just so you know, I'm sorry. I know there isn't anything I can say that can fix everything that happened to you but You're safe now. We won't let anything else happen." y/n smiled softly and placed her hand on top of his reassuringly.

"It's okay. You searched and you couldn't find me. There isn't anything anyone could have done. He… Was different. He was smart".

The detective shook his head and pulled his hand away, burying them in piles of paper.

"he was a monster for what he did".

Y/n felt the tears well in the back of her eyes as she felt her throat turn dry.

"I-" before she could even think of anything to say, Aurora began to cry and y/n laughed, shaking the pain of her aching heart away. "-I should really get her home".

"Of course". He led y/n to the door, holding it open for her as they began to proceed down the corridor.

"There's still quite a few reporters out there so it's best you take the back exit. Officer Hughes will swing by your place later on to check in"

"Oh. Terry? He doesn't have to. He's been doing that everyday for the past three months -"

"Nonsense. It's the least we could do".

Y/n smiled and looked down at her watch.

"Thank you so much detective. I'll see you later"

"see ya".

Y/n left the building and sighed as she heard the loud noise of the city and wind around her, the warm sun warming her body just as the first few drops of rain fell from the sky.

"Let's get you home" she whispered to her daughter, pushing the pram towards home.

The cafe that y/n lived above laid ahead, just around the corner and y/n couldn't wait to get her feet up. It's royal blue paint glistening under the closed sky was definitely a sight for sore eyes. She could just about see the large sign, decorated with droplets of water that hung on like glistening jewels. "Gloria's."

Outside the sidewalk that would bustle in a few short hours was quiet, the concrete oblivious to whether it was midday or midnight. Y/n’s face smirked upward at the sight of the flower planter to the right, the city has put in new blooms that will give flashes of sunny yellows and hot pinks through the springtime. If she stopped walking right now she could almost hear the heartbeat of the city, quiet, like the ticking of an old Grandfather clock.

Her mind was too preoccupied with the world around her and y/n didn't notice the figure that hid under the umbrella that she nearly ran over.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" y/n exclaimed, extending her hand to steady the person. Y/n waited patiently for the person's response, waiting to make sure she didn't hurt them.

Then she heard it, the dark, low chuckle that made her spine tingle.

"You're just as polite as the first time, Princess"

The end.

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years ago

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 13

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TWs/Summary: In this house, we ship Reader/Tony's Rolls-Royce. Reader and Tony being dorks on a date. That's it that's the chapter. Lots of sass and Tony being Tony.

A question for my readers: Are you still invested? How's the slow burn? Is everything realistic? 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

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"Nice digs, Cupcake."

"Nice ride, Tin Man."

The sass fell from my lips, warm and familiar, paving the way for our upcoming debut like the old, soft living room rug. Any awkwardness I had expected there to be left the moment I saw Tony pull up to my front gate in his Royce: the man was just that extra. The size of my estate, the five-figure outfit of mine - it paled in comparison to his own clout.

In a world where my choices were usually distributed between stuck-up rich boys or insecure middle-class men, Tony was a fresh drink of water with his absolute indifference towards my and his own net worth.

I wasn't afraid to admire said ride, either. Being a huge petrolhead was what got me interested in engineering, physics and computer sciences in the first place. The desire for speed grew into thirst for knowledge: how to get more horsepower, how to tune, how to mod. No mechanic took an eighteen year old rich-girl seriously even when I had all the lingo right, I had to be a step ahead, at all times, if I wanted my ride to be the best. And I never settled for less than that.

"No driver?" I inquired for the reason behind the unusual behaviour. After all, a Rolls' wasn't the kind of car you drive personally. All the amenities it had, it had in the back.

"Gave Happy a day off," Tony remarked absently. I noticed the small quirk of his eyebrow, however. He was intrigued.

I decided to give it a shot. "So what, this thing packs, what, about five-fifty horses?" I mused, watching Tony nearly swerve into the opposite lane. "At two and a half tons, it's still gotta be pretty quick with that V12-turbo. How fast it go?" The satisfaction was immeasurable, as pleasant to my soul as sitting in a heated leather chair with the smell of a new car, engine quietly rumbling in front of me. And by quietly I mean, it was focus-or-you'll-miss-it kind of quiet.

"Well aren't you full of surprises, baby girl," Tony grinned; a happy, excited grin even. It made his face lose ten years of age just like that. "Zero to sixty in five and a half seconds," He said after a moment.

"Not bad," I said, sounding impressed. I already knew that but I wasn't planning on robbing Tony out of well deserved praise for his choice in vehicles.

"Got a ride of your own?" He asked with a smile, like he didn't know it already. No background check would have skipped my three speeding tickets, but I concur. This game was fun.

"I do, actually. It's a 2008 Range Rover. Supercharged," I added in the end, just to emphasise.

"A big car for such a little girl," Tony whistled playfully.

"I'm compensating," I deadpanned. "I'm a little slow on the uptake, y'know, so my Rangie with five hundred horses makes up for it. Gotta keep it balanced."

Tony chewed on his lip. "Five hundred? Haven't heard about that, it comes with three-ninety-five in stock," His eyebrow wiggled. "Tuned it?" He cast me a contemplative glance.

"Yup," I exclaimed happily. As far as the date, I would have been utterly ecstatic to talk about cars all evening. Screw the boring "where do you see yourself in five years" questions, talk to me about your favourite engine swaps. Concept cars, give me those. Monster trucks? Yes, please. Vintage low-riders? Couldn't wait to get my grubby little hands on one. Gimmee!

Tony kept his silence and kept his press smile starting the moment we set foot on getting out of the car. The place he'd taken me to was ridiculously upscale and fancy; the valet hesitated only for a second before catching the keys Tony so carelessly tossed in his direction. There was almost no fear in his body language when the boy approached the massive, expensive vehicle.

The hostess smiled big at Tony and gave me the world's biggest stink-eye when he looked the other way but what else is new? As soon as she left us in the privacy of our booth, I didn't hesitate to stick my tongue at her retreating back. A brief lapse in maturity, if you will.

Tony cackled, growing suddenly serious. "Did she bother you? I can get her fired. I should get her fired."

"Nah," I shrugged. "Don't really care, just wanted to showcase my amazing sense of humour." Snorting, I gave Tony a wink and a secretive grin.

"You really don't give a fuck, do you," His eyebrows twitched again, a sign of mild interest that I noted during our routine sciencing time together. Tony was incredibly expressive if one took the time to observe.

"I could suck your dick under the table right now," I answered honestly. "It's just that when God gave out things like dignity and shame, I wasn't home. Too many fun things to do, y'know," I spoke as casually as I could even though I was dying of laughter inside.

Eyes bulging, jaw hanging mid-way to the floor. Tony was serving Looks™ and I didn't mean just the white tee and purple blazer combo. "Princess, you're going to be the fucking death of me!" He took a sip from his water glass, smirking.

Finally releasing my mirth, I gathered my hands in a lock in front of me. His own, warm and calloused, reached over - I allowed the brief intimacy, clasping them, fiddling with the leather band of his watch. For a moment, it was just us, sitting in the dim light, discovering each other anew to Robert Johnson singing the blues and NYC bustling with life just behind the wall.

The waiter took our orders - and if I totally butchered the Italian, Tony was gentleman enough not to make any remarks.

"Somehow, every time I am with you, you both manage to meet my expectations to a T and surprise me at the same time," I wasn't able to completely ignore my nerves. My hand was still loosely in his and he didn't mind at all, me messing with his watch.

"How so?"

"I'm going to loosely quote someone, bear with me." Mr Davies's words popped into my mind just as I was wondering how to best articulate my feelings. "You're eccentric and interesting because it's, well, it's you, because it would be much weirder if we'd be sitting here and making boring small-talk and asking each other the genetic get-to-know-you questions," I briefly paused to sip my Dom Peringon and stare at our hands. Gathering my wits. "That would be why I don't do dates. It sounds so tedious on paper, just sorting through people until a person that's not absolutely mind-numbing comes around."

Tony was silent for a moment, the sheen of his eyes, the faraway look; he was lost in memories. Probably remembering all the girls he had charmed before. I didn't doubt it was easy for him: his smile was distracting and people usually were attracted to shiny things. He shone plenty. Also, most people were stupid, they never cared to look past the golden wrapper. I was convinced there was a diamond under it. But then again, I was biased.

"I've never thought about it that way, but I guess you're right," He finally said, serious. "With Pepper, at least, it was. Come to think of it, we never had that much in common, besides Stark Industries and her willingness to put up with my shit." It was painful for him to talk about her, that much was obvious. His laugh was forced and sardonic.

I, on the other hand, never understood why they got together in the first place. Or maybe I did - but the cold, composed Pepper and the chaotic, energetic Tony reminded me too much of my own parents. All four people in this fucked up equation could have been much happier if they choose... What? Being alone? That was terrifying, too.

I kept quiet, giving his hands a gentle squeeze.

"You know, this is so bizarre. Even an eighteen year old kid has got it figured out," He suddenly said, his tone bitter like the coffee that he loved.

"Woah, slow down," I put up a hand. "I never said I know what to do. I just said I know what NOT to do." The 'kid' remark would have made me eye-roll so hard my skull would crack any day. In this context, however, it was pretty spot on.

Tony snorted. "And how did you come by that information, pray tell, Baby?"

I huffed. "Have you met my parents?" We simultaneously cringed and I hurried to erase that mental image. "I make fun of myself for being into old dudes all the time," I made air quotes around the phrase that made Tony scoff, "But, honestly speaking, I've never even been on a date. Like a real one. Usually it's twenty minutes and I'm falling asleep mid-conversation. People can't seem to keep up with me or something," I felt genuinely dejected. "So many meaningless questions, so many downright idiotic comments. From men," I pointed out the obvious. "My mother used to tell me she thought I was gay because I didn't act like a girl... Whatever that means."

"That sounds pretty shitty," Tony was studying me like one would have been looking at an exotic animal in a zoo. "That said, I agree."

"That I don't act like a girl?" I teased him, the left corner of my mouth tilting upward. "Fuck that noise. I want to drive fast cars, drink straight liquor and have orgasms. If that makes me a dude... I look pretty good for a dude in a dress."

We laughed in unison, tension evaporating under the shared, mutual understanding. With Tony, it was easy. The waiter brought our selected dishes. Blink-and-he's-gone. Top notch service.

"A dude in a dress, can't say I'm surprised 'bout your lack of dates," He remarked conversationally, happily digging into his food. The noises he made were intriguing, to say the least, and I followed suit on my own food, finding it absolutely delicious. A delicious meal with a delicious man at my side. I refused to feel guilty about my thoughts.

"I guess I have exactly one (1) date on my ledger now," I raised my argument.

The fork clattered as Tony once again, came to a sudden realization. "Holy shit, you weren't kidding."

"No shit," I gave into the urge to roll my eyes. "But on the upside, my first date was with the most gorgeous, intelligent and witty bachelor of the city. I'd say I don't have it all that bad," I quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Aw, you're making me blush," Tony recovered quickly, grinning. "And don't be shy. The most desired bachelor of the country, if not the world."

I shook my head. "No, the world's most delectable bachelor is one of the Saudi princes. What's-his-name, the one who posts goat and horse pics on Insta," I snapped my fingers a couple of times, trying to remember the name as Tony looked at me all offended. "Anyways, you get my point. I could have a go at him, don't you think?" Cocking my shoulder, coyly twirling the strap of my dress, I gave Tony my best come-hither look and was rewarded with an appreciative once-over. His eyes were growing hungry again.

"You're a million dollar baby," He finally said, voice low. "And the extent of people I would be willing to share you with is very small."

That got me interested, sudden heat prickling underneath my skin. The conversation took a turn I didn't expect it to; and there lied the delight of being around Tony. He was always ready to surprise, in the best way. "Tell me," I requested politely.

"That's a conversation for another time," He was enjoying the chit-chat, desire beginning to creep into his features.

"Mmm, you think?" I allowed the strap of my dress to slip down my shoulder, exposing a collarbone, showing him just how far I was willing to go to satisfy my curiosity.

He swallowed audibly. "I think... You're smart enough to figure it out," He finally gritted his teeth, finishing off his dinner and immediately calling for the check.

I wasn't done yet, however. The possibility of riling him up, taunting him into a lustful frenzy - I was in heaven. Karma had favoured me that evening, it had given me a chance to get Tony back for all the times he unknowingly made my mouth water and my brain go blip. "Must be Steve then," I bit my lip in thought.

Honestly? I was as clueless as the couple next table over. Steve it wasn't, that much I knew for sure, he and Tony had their little love/hate dramatic connection that always ended in a massive ego standoff. Tony would be on the frontline fighting against Steve if the blonde dared to show anything even remotely resembling romantic interest towards someone Tony himself had his eyes on.

"Princess," Tony growled, sarcastically raising an eyebrow.

"Not Steve," I replied, cracking a smile. Success! "You know, I'm really bad at guessing who's into me. Unless someone is balls deep in me," My face was mere inches away as we quickly shrugged on our coats. "And even then, I can't be sure."

My giggling was accompanied by Tony shaking his head in exasperated fashion; he took my hand nonetheless and I happily swayed it between us, poster child for "not a care in the world". He allowed it, maintaining the same exasperated air about him, and I let him. Fondness and happiness seeped through that anyways.

"Brat," His voice was kind. And his kiss tingled where he left it on the corner of my mouth, sweet and short. "Here, have a go," Before I could react, the keys to his Rolls Royce were placed in my palm and he was making his way around the car to the passenger's side.

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I'm Lucifer, but people call me Luci or Luce, I'm 21 (22 in September), I identifiy somewhere around the nonbinary category, but I see gender as something trivial. I'm a panromantic demisexual and prefer they/her pronouns. 6'3 tall, long wavy blonde hair, black eyes. I wear glasses and usually skirts with old band t-shirts (that I actually listen to).

I always have a bunch or rings around my fingers as well as multiple ear piercings. I'm super pale, to the point that people often ask me if I'm sick.

I'm introverted, but I can be a social butterfly if required. I love listening as much as talking. I never really talk about emotions/feelings but anything else I'mhappy to chat about. I don't really react to things apart from my facial expressions. The lift of an brow, a smirk or an eye-roll will let you know how I feel about things without verbal confirmation. I'm always calm and collected, and my voice stays monotonous no matter what ; I don't stutter, yell or scream.

I'm highly intelligent and very sarcastic, and rarely laugh outloud, but smirk a lot. I might come across as rude and blunt but on the inside I am a softie, just don't show it often.

I love literature (especially classic), arts and learning languages (I currently speak 18). I'm also musically very inclined. I study History and mythology. When it comes to hobbies, I read and collect lots of things things such as lighters, tarot cards, night lights, rocks/crystals and books.

I have four siblings and am the oldest, but I don't really keep in touch with my family that much. I have a few good friends (2 or 3) and I don't even really need much more.

I'm a Virgo, Slytherin and INTJ-A if that tells you anything.

I'm not athletic in the least, but am in good shape. My body is an hourglass figure and I also got a bunch of tattoos.

I have a bad habit of smoking, and usually having a glass of scotch or wine with me (but I never get drunk or even tipsy). I love spending time near water, but hate getting wet. I usually take long walks outside after midnight while listening to creepypastas or true crime podcasts. I love the genre horror overall, yet I rarely get scared. The only thing I'm scared of is being scared if something. And Santa Claus (<-- no idea as to why).

If I were to go on an ideal date, it'd hopefully be something original and not the cheese classics, but I wouldn't mind them either. I just want to experience new things.

I don't really celebrate holidays (e.g. Christmas, Ester) since I was raised in an atheist/witchcraft household.

If I still might add something, when it comes to relationships I'm never overly dramatic. I don't, as previosuly mentioned, yell or really even cry. I don't get frustrated or suspicious easily. If I see any inclination that my partner might be e.g. cheating on me, I ask them about it directly and will absolutely under no circumstanses go through their phone, computer or start stalking them.

You wanted 3 random things, here :

1. I can't cook shit, I have set spaghetti on fire, cracked a pan in half and blown up a microwave.

2. I'm very unpredictable, but at the same time I like to stick to certain routines etc.

3. I've had my hair dyed more times that I can count with more colors than I know how to name.

Uhhh, I think that's all? I hope you have a good day :)

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I ship you with....

Peter Pan

- Arriving on Neverland, in hindsight, was a mistake. Magic beans while very reliable were prone to mistakes every so often and so instead of appearing in the Enchanted Forest, you were on the beach of a large island. And what was the most odd of all, was not the strange feeling you felt upon arriving on the island, but the pair of eyes you could practically feel staring at you from the trees. Hoping that it was just an animal of some sort, you walked off the beach and headed to the path through the forest.

- Unfortunately for you, the feeling lingered, following you almost as you walked through the forest. Tall trees lined the path and every once in awhile you’d see some small animals scurry away. What seemed to stand out the most however were the silhouettes standing off in the side, deep within the trees but standing right below the sunlight for you to see clearly. There was four, than five, than six than......only one. Looking at your surroundings, you saw your footprints in the ground before you and it hit you. You’d been walking in circles the whole time and the silhouette was still there.

“Hello?” You called out, not sure as to whether or not the silhouette really was there.

Without a verbal response, the figure disappeared only to reappear a few feet in front of you.

You jumped back in shock but quickly regained your balance as you studied the person before you. It was a boy, looking to be around your age, with a questioning look on his face as he looked at you. “Who are you?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“I asked you first!”

“And I’m in charge of this island!”

“You? In charge of an island? What is this Neverland?” You rolled your eyes at the possibility. Neverland was a place made up so that kids could fall asleep. Not a real place that you could visit.

“Yes it is, and I run things around here so tell me, who are you.” The boy replied, emphasizing his last three words as he spoke.

“As if, what’s next? You call your little Lost Boys to come prove to me?” You scoffed. To believe that you were on Neverland was already too much and all you wanted was to get home to the Enchanted Forest but it seems you’re stuck playing pretend with a boy who doesn’t want to grow up. A shame really

Smirking, the boy simply pressed two fingers to your forehead and before you could even say something, your mind went foggy and your vision was filled with black.

- To say you got off on a rough start was an understatement. The two of you were constantly at each other’s neck while he kept you on the island, the camp specifically, and didn’t let you leave due to belief that you were a spy of some sorts. Not that he had anything to hide. Not yet at least.

- As time went on however, the two of you had begun to form a friendship. It wasn’t anything big or odd, but it was definitely new. He’d be less of an ass to you and let you explore the island on your own (with some exception).

- Upon finding your out about your hobbies, he would discreetly try to surprise you with materials to help you engage in them even if Neverland’s magic still had some restrictions. He would still try to the best of his abilities.

I also ship you with....

Blaise Zabini

- Losing was one thing Blaise never took lightly. Competitive he was but even with his ambition and skill, it was the mundane things that revolved around luck that often made him lose. Like the stupid bet he made with Theo on whether Gryffindor would win or lose where the loser would have to make a full four course meal complete with drinks for all the Slytherins in their year. Unfortunately for him, he had lost unlike Gryffindor and now here he was, spending his Saturday afternoon in the kitchens and a cookbook Pansy had given him “to help”.

- Blaise didn’t know what he’d see upon entering kitchen. He was sure to see a few House Elves, perhaps he could ask them for help, but what he didn’t except was to see you standing in front of the stove with a pot spilt cleanly in half somehow and a fire burning below. And to make matters worst, you were simply standing there as if you had been frozen.

“Hey watch out!” He called out as a flame went up towards you. Pushing you out the way just in time, he managed to save you from the burn in return of him getting burned.

“Fuck.” He hissed out in pain. Gripping his arm as he put out the fire with his wand before dropping it on the ground.

Without a word, you simply grabbed your wand and waved it above his burn. You seemed to be muttering something, a spell of some sort, as a cooling sensation covered his wound. Looking down, he was shocked to see that the burn was actually healing.

“How, how did you.... Thank you.”

“I was practicing a charm, fire control, but thank you for the concern.”

Feeling sheepish for thinking that you didn’t have it under control, he ended up excusing himself from the kitchen to head back to his dorm where his friends immediately pounced on the chance to tease him for a variety of reasons.

- The next day, instead of going to Hogsmeade with his friends, Blaise stayed back at the castle to catch up on a paper he had failed to submit on time. Deciding on going to the library, sh was disappointed to see that almost all of the tables were taken. All but one in the far back corner. Quickly heading towards it, a sigh left his lips as someone dropping their book bag into the table beat him to the table: you.

“Oh did you need the table? I can leave if you’d like?”“ You said upon noticing him standing in front of the table.

“No, no it’s alright I just uh, planned on finishing a paper for Flitwick’s class.” He admitted.

“You can have a seat if you’d like, I’ll just be doing my own work and you can do yours.” You kindly offered and Blaise gladly accepted. He really need to finish this paper or else he’s be kicked off the Quidditch team so while he didn’t get the complete privacy he originally wanted, he’s fine with this.

As the two of you worked in quiet, occasionally Blaise would sneak glances your way which you ended up catching once.

“Hi.” was all you managed to muster out as you tried to contain the wide smile that wanted yo grow on your face.

Trying his best to not chuckle at your slightly flustered state, he mirrored your smile as he replied with a “Hello.”

#you didn’t mention romantic or platonic so i just made it platonic #long post #jens record shop #jens 4k follower celebration #(🎫) concert tickets #marvelousluci

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chroniclackofselfpreservation · 4 years ago

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Creatures of the Night

Chapter 9 - to face the question and answer throughout an eternity

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(TW: implied talk of suicide, memories of finding a suicide victim, graphic imagery, brief mention of animal abuse)

(The title for this chapter comes from "Conscience and Future Judgement" by Anonymous.)

Roman opened his door slowly, not feeling any better than he had when he'd returned this morning. He'd eaten far more ice cream than he'd care to admit, and barely spoken more than five words outside of his explanation to Logan. He'd been blasting Disney music through his headphones for the past two hours, but after repeating the playlist three times over, he'd grown sick of it and decided it was time to leave. He could hear Patton downstairs in the kitchen. A little farther down the hall Logan sat cross legged in front of Virgil's door, Roman's box of tools open at his side. His hair was messy, falling into his eyes. He held some screws between his lips, hands working through some sort of plastic packaging.

"What are you doing?" Roman whispered, his voice strangely soft. Why was his stomach knotting up? He wasn't sick, was he?

Logan looked up, eyebrows raised. "Hm? Oh, fixing Virgil's door," he said around the screws. "I broke it down earlier and bent the lock, so I went to the hardware store and got a new handle."

"You broke his door down?" Roman stepped out into the hall, running a hand along Virgil's door frame. Logan jerked his head inside, and Roman saw a bundle of blankets atop Virgil's bed. If it weren't for the purple-socked foot peeking out from underneath, he wouldn't have known Virgil was under there.

He lowered his voice. "Why?"

Logan's eyes grew hard as he unscrewed the old handle from the door. "I have been asked to keep such information confidential. From you and Patton."

Roman swallowed. A dark thought tickled the back of his mind. He hadn't actually... had he? He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. "Is he okay, at least?"

"Physically, yes," was all Logan said, which didn't help Roman's mood at all. He paused, lowering the screw driver. "You should go talk to Patton. He's been really worried about you."

Roman opened his mouth to say something more, but found no words on his tongue. Lowering his hands to his sides, he gave a weak nod and went down into the kitchen. He saw his last roommate standing at the sink with his back to him. Patton gazed out the window, forgetting the dirty plate held loose in his hands, not even touching the water streaming from the tap. Roman padded across the tile floor in his socks, a smile tugging at his lips. Patton was always off in some other world, it seemed.

"Patt," he said, touching him on the shoulder. Patton jumped, dropping the plate into the sink where it shattered.

"Oh! Oh no," he groaned, his hands flying up. His frustration melted in surprise as he met Roman's eye. "You're up."

"I am," he replied, hoping he didn't look as lousy as he felt. "Here," Roman said, gently moving between Patton and the sink, "let me help."

"You don't have to—"

"Nonsense. You shouldn't have to be cleaning up after the rest of us all the time," Roman said, moving the shattered porcelain into the trash with the skill of someone who was far too used to handling sharp objects. It was true, though he and the rest of them made special efforts to show Patton their gratitude, he did end up doing most of the chores around the house. Not because they were lazy, but because Patton got to them before anyone else could even lift a finger.

"I like to clean," Patton said, leaning back against the counter. "It's... therapeutic."

Roman placed a handful of newly washed silverware on the drying rack. "Are you doing okay, Padre?"

There was a pause.

"What do you mean?" Patton laughed. "I'm in tip top condition! They don't call me Helen of Joy for nothing, Roman."

He set down a plate. "Who's ever called you that?"

"I have! Now, let's talk about you, mister. I know you might not want to talk about it, but staying in your room all day can't be a good thing. I know! Let's go do something!" He pushed off the counter and raced across the tile, sliding a bit in his socks. "All four of us are home, and—"

"Patt, I don’t—Hey, Patton, wait, I don't think—"

"Oh, we could go walking down main street like we did back in highschool! Do you remember that old antique shop by the watchmaker’s? We used to spend hours in there, and Logan would—"

Roman grabbed him by the elbow and yanked him to a stop. "Patton, stop. We can't—I don't think everyone's quite up to something like that right now."

Patton's smile grew confused, "What are you talking about? I'm sure some fresh air would do you good after sitting inside all day, and I promise not to pry or anything."

Roman sighed, trying to be as kind as possible. "Have you been upstairs since you've been home?"

"...No? Is something wrong?" Patton's expression wilted and he glanced upstairs. Roman kept a hold on his arm.

Roman pressed his lips together and jerked his head toward the couch. Patton followed, becoming visibly worried at this point.

"I'm not sure what happened, exactly," he started carefully, glancing up at Patton, "but Logan had to break down Virgil's door while you were gone. Logan knows something about it, but he said that Virgil asked him to keep it a secret for now. Virgil's all right, though. He isn't hurt or anything. I saw him in his bed... so..." Roman trailed off. Patton didn't react. He just stared at Roman, as if his brain wasn't processing the words he'd heard. He didn't cry or whimper or even give that strong smile he always did when things got hard. He just sat there.

"Patt?" Roman asked, slightly worried at this point. Patton blinked, then got up and ran both hands down his face, letting out a weary exhale.

"I'm... going for a walk. I'll be back soon," he said, then left without another word.

* * * * * * * * * *

Virgil slunk through the darkness, the night air ruffling his fur. It hadn’t been easy sneaking past Logan, who’d practically camped out in front of his door even after the new door knob was in place. Thankfully, he’d been able to escape without any complications.

He couldn’t see Roman, but he could smell him. His trail led straight to the forest in the same path he took every night. Virgil trotted along behind the houses, careful not to lose the scent in the dampness leftover from the rain earlier this evening. He may not be able to find Remus, or his button, or do much for Roman, but there was still—

Something shifted in the alley to his left, and Virgil bolted, knocking over a glass bottle and shattering it as he did. He didn’t stop running for two blocks, his chest heaving. Shaking the nerves out of his shoulders, he looked up.

A lone figure stood at the far end of the meadow, looking into the blackness of the woods.

* * * * * * * * * *

Roman trudged through the muddy field, glad to be relieved of the weight of his guns and sword. Despite Dorian’s vow not to kill him, he’d still strapped his dagger underneath his shirt.

Roman stopped before the tree line. He didn’t know why. He wasn’t waiting for anything, and wasn’t too scared anymore. Honestly, it was more likely spite than anything else. He still wanted to prove to himself that he could resist the curse.

A dark-colored streak of apprehension shot through his mind, and he ran a finger over the amulet tied around his bicep. It had been a lie to say that he wasn’t scared anymore. No, now he just had other things to be afraid of: like dying to reverse the curse. He’d have to extract some of Dorian’s venom and drink it himself, as the deal they’d made restricted the demon from doing it directly. Dorian had assured him that he would remove the amulet himself after the deed was done, but the notion of letting a demon decide whether he woke up again or not left his stomach in knots. He’d wanted to ask Logan to come, but after what happened with Virgil, he didn’t want to worry him. Roman couldn’t imagine having to sit back and watch his friend die in front of him, even if there was a way to reverse it.

Something moved in the grass, and he turned. It was the cat.

“Hey, there, bud,” he said with a smile. He’d been trying to think of a name for it, but hadn’t been able to come up with anything that fit. The feline looked tired and a little disgruntled, mud coating it up to its belly.

“Come to see me off again? Well, don’t worry. I won’t be going anywhere any time soon. I’ve got a plan,” Roman said, hoping that if he sounded as confident as he wished he was his fear would dissipate. Taking a breath, he waved a small goodbye to the cat, and stepped into the forest.

He hadn’t gone twenty steps when he turned and saw the cat trailing behind him.

“Go away,” Roman hissed, waving a hand at it. “It’s dangerous. You can’t follow me.”

If a cat could smirk, this one did. It blinked, long and slow, before huffing out of its nose and continuing forward, its tail dragging across his legs as it passed as if beckoning him forward. Roman put his hands on his hips and sighed.

“You aren’t going to listen to me, are you?”

The cat swished its tail high in the air. Roman laughed, and hiked after it. They walked in silence up the hill toward the cave, and though he was thankful for the company, he was worried. Worried about how he and Dorian had left things the night before. Worried about something happening to the cat.

He worried about a lot of things.

They were halfway to the cave when the cat stopped in its tracks. Its ears swiveled sideways and its tail dropped, moving back and forth methodically as if it were thinking.

“What are you doing?”

The feline looked up at him intently, and chills ricocheted down Roman’s spinal cord and he almost felt dizzy. He put a hand to his head. What’s happening to me?

The cat seemed to roll its eyes, then started into the trees, running parallel with the mountain and steadily away from the cave. Figuring he was more curious about following his new friend than he was afraid of making Dorian wait a bit, Roman followed.

They were headed to the clearing where Roman had first seen Dorian’s human form. Where he’d gone with every intention of not returning. Still, he was interested to see what the cat had in store for him. Now that he didn’t have to worry about a giant demon snake hunting him down every night, he could let himself wander without fear.

Or, at least, without as much of it.

The cat stopped dead at the edge of the meadow, staring. It’s ears flattened against the back of its head and it crouched halfway to the ground. Roman stepped forward cautiously, peering through the trees.

Dorian sat, in his enormous, serpentine form, in the middle of the clearing. His head sat on top of his coiled body, gently angled up at the night sky. Roman glanced up. The stars were breathtaking tonight. The cloudy streak of a galaxy striped the darkness, painting it with blues and deep violets. The entirety of the universe reflected in the enormous, slitted eyes gazing up into it.

The demon’s tongue flicked through the air, and his heavy plated body shifted.

“I can smell you, little prince.” His stare did not shift from the sky.

“I wasn’t exactly trying to hide,” Roman said, stepping into the starlight. The cat followed so closely its shoulder brushed his calf. “Why are you here? I was going to go to the cave.”

“I despise human form,” he growled, “That cave was small, and meant to facilitate our needs. The deal is done. There is no more need.” Dorian’s tongue wagged through the air, more slowly this time.

“What’s this?” he said, finally turning to look. “You’ve brought a friend. How quaint. Finally coming into our powers, are we?”

“What are you talking about? It’s just a cat,” Roman said, hoping Dorian wasn’t in the mood for a midnight snack.

He unraveled, stretching his body out to its full length. It nearly halved the entire meadow.

“If that’s just a cat, then I’m a garden snake,” he chuckled. “Surely, you’ve sensed it. You may not know of your powers, but you can’t be that dense.”

Roman looked down at the cat. It hadn’t fled, but rather moved between Roman and the giant snake. He recalled the strange feelings he got around the animal. Sure, it was odd, but he was nowhere near understanding it, let alone explaining it.

Dorian slithered forward, his body leaving divots in the grass wider than Roman’s arm was long. The cat trembled, but stood its ground.

“You truly have no idea what it is that stands before you?”

“Would I have a reason to lie to you?”

As exasperated as a giant serpent could appear, Dorian closed the distance between himself and the feline, the point of his nose coming only inches away from it. The cat hissed and arched its back. The sound grated inside Roman’s head and he felt sick.

“Perhaps this will help.” With a sound like enormous billows opening and closing, Dorian breathed through his nostrils over the cat. The creature yowled in protest as it was yanked into the air by some invisible force. Roman was blinded by a flash of golden light, and heard a loud thump as something far larger than a cat hit the ground.

Roman blinked the spots from his eyes, and his heart stopped.

“Roman, listen, I can explain. This is all one big misunderstanding, okay? Say something. Oh, please, just say something,” Virgil blathered, rising to his knees.

“What is going on?” Roman breathed, shaking his head. “Is this… are you doing this?” he demanded, turning on Dorian. “Is this your idea of a sick joke?”

“I had no idea you knew the familiar in its human form. That does complicate things, doesn’t it?” he said, thoroughly enjoying himself. “This is the most interesting thing to happen since you offered to make that deal.”

Virgil paled. “You haven’t made one yet, have you?”

Roman touched his forearm where the strange magical threads had sunk into his skin. “Yeah… but are you going to explain to me how you were just a cat? I’m so confused. What’s a familiar? Is this why you leave every summer? I… who are you?”

Virgil looked like Roman had slapped him. “We’ll talk about it later.”

Dorian rose up and Virgil donned a look of terror, gripping Roman’s shoulder and pulling him back. “We need to run.”

“And not just any familiar!” Dorian cackled. “I’d recognize those cowardly eyes anywhere. How is Ursula, these days? Enjoying my imprisonment?”

Virgil looked as if he were going to be sick, his grip almost painful and his hand trembling with fear. “Stop it.”

“Virgil, what is he talking about?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing. Roman, come on—”

Dorian made an exploratory strike at them both. Roman, who had partly expected it after spending so much time fighting the thing, was ready to jump back and pulled Virgil along with him. His friend’s legs were leaden and slow to react. He stumbled back into Roman.

Dorian laughed some more. “Oh, I wouldn’t say it’s nothing, Virgil. You were instrumental in giving the little prince his curse, were you not?”

“Stop it!”

Roman felt a knot form in his stomach. “Is that true, Virgil?”

Virgil looked up at him miserably. “It’s more complicated than that, Roman. There’s no time, we need to go—”

“So, you knew? This whole time?! And—and what, you helped Ursula give me the curse? It doesn’t make any sense, I left you in the truck when it happened. You weren’t anywhere near it.”

“Roman, I know you have a lot of questions, and I’ll answer them all later, but that thing has no intention of helping you! Now, we need to—”

“I’ve grown so bored since our deal,” Dorian interrupted, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes fixed on Virgil. His forked tongue tasted the air. “I haven’t had something new to chase in ages…”

“Roman,” Virgil hissed. “Roman, we gotta go.”

He held his hands out between them. “Hey, no need for that, Dorian. Come on, we were making some real progress, right?”

The demon ignored him, continuing forward.

Roman glanced at Virgil, careful not to take his eyes off Dorian for more than a few moments. “Virge, listen to me. Stay close to me. I’ve dealt with him for over a year, I can keep you safe.”

Virgil’s chest rattled with fear, and his hand left Roman’s shoulder. He stared at Dorian, eyes wide. Roman doubted he could even hear him anymore.

“Dorian. Stop it. He has no part in this,” Roman said, changing tactics. A well of helplessness sprung up within him. He was losing his hold on both of them.

“I have an idea for a new game, little prince,” he hissed, his body tensing, ready to spring forward. “I hunt the traitorous familiar, and you try to stop me. Ready?”

“Virgil! Run!”

“Roman, I’m not—”

“Go!”

Quick as a whip, Dorian struck around Roman. Virgil disappeared, and the demon crashed into a tree.

A black cat streaked through the grass and into the forest at top speed, ears flat against its head. Dorian laughed wildly and began his pursuit.

* * * * * * * * * *

The alleys here in Wakeby weren't really what Patton would consider an alley. They were clean, if not a little dusty, with the muted smell of trash well-kept in the dumpsters lining the quaint little buildings. The most he'd seen all night was a black cat streaking down the street, perfectly healthy and unharmed. It was quiet. He could hear the crickets from the forest not to far away.

Nothing like what Patton was used to; the puddles of water mixed with what he told himself was mud, the discarded needles, the sounds of teenagers tying cats' tails in knots or setting them on fire.

Memories he hadn't thought about since he'd been adopted. Since he'd donned this happy, ever-joyful persona for the sake of his saint of an adoptive mother who deserved better than the street kid she'd roped herself into caring for.

He remembered. His friend. The rusted tub.

Pink water.

Sirens.

Shaking hands and social workers...

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sabineelectricheart · 4 years ago

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Overcast Day

Summary: Dante had not spoken to Nicola in months, but when he receives a damning call, he rushes to his aid.

Rating: T - Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.

Words: 2000

Notes: I’m back on Piofiore. I still have some stuff backlogged, I hope I can post those during the coming months.

He is surprised when the telephone he keeps on his desk, that is usually kept silent, rings sharply, disturbing his concentration on his reviewing of the dry balance sheets in front of him. A grey cloud chooses exactly that moment to pass through the sun, making the noise that much more mysterious.

He is even more taken aback when a familiar voice comes out of the contraption, echoing with a pleading voice.

"Dante…You've…You've got to help me. It's Lili… Something happened… It was an accident, a terrible… We're at the hospital in Bari, on the fourth floor. Please, please, help me."

The line goes silent before he can manage to respond to anything it was said, and Dante stares at the telephone in shock, demanding it to ring again.

That was his cousin. That was Nicola. That was the one person he had not spoken to in months, all because of a stupid argument, and now, his cousin's fiancée was in trouble. Hurt, it seemed.

Dante does not know what to do for a second, just sits in his chair, staring at the dust floating on the claustrophobic air of his office. Suddenly, he jolts to his feet and then he feels himself grab his hat and coat, jumping into the automobile and ordering the driver to speed his way to Bari.

When he gets there to the first floor, he walks straight ahead to the receptionist desk, coming out of his daze.

"Excuse me, my…" Dante pauses for a millisecond.

He does not know how to word it, because she is not exactly family. A girl he knows from church? His God-inducted duty? The person he is in love with? The girl he thought he would marry ever since he was six?

"My… Sister-in-law is here, fourth floor I'm told, but I don't know what room. Could you help me?" He asks the wavy-haired woman with glasses falling off her long nose.

"What's her name?" She asks, popping her tongue.

"Liliana Adornato."

The receptionist looks at the constantly-changing patient log for the fourth floor. "Ah, Adornato. Fourth floor, room twelve."

Dante takes off, thanking the receptionist, and heads to the fourth floor. Once there, he looks up and down the halls, before finding room number twelve. A young man, with dirty blond hair, sits in a chair outside, hunched over, pressing a hand to his head.

Dante approaches with caution, before recognizing the face. "Nicola?"

"Dante! Oh, thank God!” The usually undevout man seemed to be falling back into old religious habits.

“Nicola.” Dante acknowledge, not quite sure how to proceed. “What happened? Why is Lili in there?”

“She was going out for the market, she wanted to bake some stupid pastry.” He spats the word. “A driver didn’t see her when she was crossing the street and ran over. She’s hurt, and in so much pain! They say… T-they say it's l-life-threatening."

Dante does not know what to say as a thought to mention their argument leaves him with shame burning on his face and disgust in his mind.

Don't talk about that here, it's not right.

He murmurs out, then, a timid 'sorry'.

"I'm terrified, Dante. I…I don't even know why I told you about this…hell, how am I going to tell Elena? Sister Sofia? The damn Church?"

Dante does not even know why he came. Maybe it is just for Lili. Maybe he is evil, and wants the assurance that this would not have happened if she had stayed with him. Maybe he is just human, and is saddened and scared for two people he loved more than life itself.

"This is of no concern now.” The younger man said, even-voiced. “It's best to wait for the final results before you panic."

"Right… Yes, you’re right. I knew that." Nicola sighs deeply, in a frantic mood his cousin did not remember he ever having. "They won't let me in… I don't know how long…"

The door opens as if on cue, and a man with shadowy stubble and square glasses steps out, wiping his brow.

"Mr. Francesca?" He asks for Nicola as Dante watches.

Nicola perks his head up and stands to his feet quickly. "Yes? How is she?"

"She's awake and talking a bit. She wants to see you." The medical doctor says.

Nicola nearly barrels him over and enters the room, leaving his cousin and the medic alone. Dante wanders over to the medic, peering into the room to see his underling kneeling down by Lili's bedside.

"How bad is it?" Dante asks him in a hushed tone, looking at the medic in full concern and seriousness.

"Wherever she got hit, it did some major damage to her internal organs.” The man explains with cold detachment. “If you want my honest opinion, I'm surprised she's even lasted this long. Many don't."

"So…” He stutters. “So how long do you give her?"

"Not long. Even less if the surgery was unsuccessful."

She is on borrowed time. Lili is going to die soon. Soon, Nicola's heart will be dead, too. Dread stirs in his body.

"Thank you." The medic leaves and Dante stands, hovering at the frame of the door. Should I tell him? It'll just hurt him more, right?

The argument comes back, nagging at his brain. He's right, you know he was right. You just didn't want to believe it.

"H-hi Dante."

The high, weak voice brings him out his thoughts and he found himself staring at the bed-ridden blonde girl with a smile. She looks absolutely dreadful and Dante feels positively awful, but seeing her still alive brightens his heart.

"Hi, Lili. How do you feel?" Dante tries to manage a soothing expression.

"As if… As if I am dying.” Her breath was wheezing. “I…I could be better."

"You're going get better though, right, Lili? You're going get better and then you'll get out of here and then you'll marry Nicola, and we'll finally have another member in the family." Dante tells her, trying to reassure not only her, but himself also. She'll overcome this, right?

"That's the plan." Nicola responds as Lili nods a bit.

"Great. I just wanted to see you, I'll be outside. See you around, Lili." Dante leaves the room, leaving the two alone.

"Nicola." Lili addresses, with a hint of seriousness. "I…I have to tell you… Something… That I heard."

"Yes?"

"T-they said… I only have… I am not going to make it, Nicola." Lili is on the cusp of bursting into tears.

"You’re not going to? To…to live?" He asks tentatively.

Lili nods her head.

Nicola is speechless, tears brushing the corner of his eyes. "You'll prove them wrong. I know you can!"

"Yes." Lili suddenly coughs and blanches, the small freckles on the bridge of her nose standing out in stark comparison.

"Lili?" Nicola asks, panicking inside. "What's wrong?"

"I-I don't feel good…"

"Do you want me to get someone?"

"No. I'll be…" She coughs. "F-fine. Believe me."

The blond man stands up. "I'll believe you when you get out of here. I'm going to go get someone."

"If it's time, it's time, Nicola. God waits for no one.” The blonde pointed out, as she was used to hear such things on the services held for the departed during the time she lived at church. “I've…I've thought about it all my life, especially with the way my parents were taken away from me, how we have lived our lives, so… S-so there's no way changing it! You can't have life without d-death, just like you can't have day without… N-night."

The colour in her lips suddenly leaves just as quickly as the colour in her face did. Death is just steps away.

If this was going to happen, if this was really near, reality seeping in, then Nicola decides he is going to tell her exactly how he feels.

"A day without sunshine is like, you know, night." Nicola says quickly and perfectly before losing it. "And… A-and you're the… The… S-sunshine to my… Day… To my life. Please, please, Liliana Adornato, don't leave me. I love you."

"I-I… Love you… Too." She smiles, the colour in her lips still fading fast, with a sad look in her eyes.

Her hand reaches out slowly to him and she takes his hand in hers, raising it to her shaking lips. She presses her lips to the back of his pale hand and she smiles again.

"I…I heard that… That your dreams came true… Did they r-really?" She asks, weakly.

"Yes, of course, love. They…"

Nicola stops and looks at her, realizes it is too late. He searches her face with his eyes and finds no life there.

"No, no, no, no, no! This… It… Can't… Come back! Come back!"

His throat is tightening and it's making it harder to breathe. He gulps for air, tears pooling in his eyes and spilling over, squeezing the hand holding his and he screams.

Outside in the hallway, Dante hears it. His heart pounds in his chest and he almost panics. To anyone else, it could sound like his cousin is being murdered, but Dante knows what it is.

It is the sound of a heart shattering into a million pieces.

He races into the room, and stops halfway when he realizes completely what has happened. His eyes look between his cousin's sobbing face to his was-to-be fiancée's, her pale face still with the etch of a smile on it. Dante thinks she looks just as pretty in death as in life.

"Nicola, I…"

"Just go away, will you?"

"Let me…"

"I said go away!" Anger is taking him over, before it was sorrow, grief, worry. His cousin's different emotions are now like an invisible animal farm, multiple feelings penned up in a corral deep in his mind.

"No." Dante takes a deep breath and blurts, "You were right. I spent too much time on work, and I screwed up every relationship I ever had. I'm sorry."

Dante knows this is the most inappropriate time he could ever say this, but now he cannot take it back.

He breathed out, trying to recompose himself into an indoor voice. "And sorry about your loss. Our loss. The family's loss."

There is a silence between them, with only Nicola's sobs echoing in the air and then there are rushed footsteps. The nurses arrive to take away the body, as Giulia, Leo and some other members of the Family come into the room, having rushed from Burlone, too. The matron wails stridently, and the medical professionals try to contain her.

As the nurses are preoccupied with their other duties, Nicola is still in his kneeled position, and Dante knows he will not let them take him away under no pretence whatsoever.

He walks over cautiously and says in a quiet, soothing voice. "Hey… It's time to go."

His cousin does not say anything, as Dante lays a hand on his shoulder gently, bending down slightly and gripping his arm, pulling him up from the ground. Nicola lets Dante guide him up, clinging onto his cousin's shirt, as Dante is half supporting Nicola's grief-stricken body.

"I-I… I told you… I was right." Nicola says quietly.

"Shh…" Dante replies, drawing his family member closer to him. "Not here. We'll talk about this later, okay?"

Nicola falls silent again, snuffling a few times, sobbing freshly. "My… S-sunshine's gone…"

Dante feels tears well up in his own eyes, as he and his twin step into the hallway filled with sobbing Family members. She is gone for all of us, he thinks. It is like the sun is covered with clouds and cannot break from the darkness. It leaves everyone down and heartbroken.

He is smart, and he knows his place. He knows what he has to do, and he will perform it famously. No one will ever know that it shatters his own heart to millions of pieces.

No one will know that his sunshine is gone, too.

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jamkookies · 5 years ago

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° Bon Voyage °

• Part VI •

Hop, bunny, hop!

You had been staring at him the whole time on your way home.

You knew it was not the wisest thing to do, since someone could probably notice you but that was not the main thought on your mind right now.

All you could think about was how purely he had sung that song with that melodious voice, pulling at the strings of your heart.How it had made you experience an epiphany, suddenly clearing your head from all the insecurities dwelling on it for a long time.

The straw hat had been a savior earlier on.

Shielding you from the other's eyes, you had managed to wipe at your tears without anyone noticing, leaving nothing but a joyous expression on your face.

Hoseok and Jimin had both patted him on the back, their pride clearly visible in their eyes and you had proceeded to do the same.

Still, this couldn't affect your attitude towards him.

You muster up the courage and approach him, throwing an arm across his shoulder. You trade your straw hat for the bucket one on his head.

"Our Jungkok-ssi is gonna be a great singer when he grows up," you say, smirking.

"Oh, I could never reach your level," he answers, a fake timid smile on his face.

Hoseok slings his arm across his other shoulder.

"Both of you can't even come close to my magnificent vocals."

Jimin fastens his steps behind you.

"Hey guys, wait for me!" he yells and closes the distance in three long strides, using yours and Jungkook's shoulders as leverage to lift himself up.

You all start laughing like pre-schoolers hanging out into the streets.

* * *

"Cheers!"

Everyone clinks their glasses together, huddled around the table on the living room.

After finishing the day with your teammates you had all decided to have a glass of red wine.

Well, all except for Yoongi and Jungkook.

They had refused to join you, claiming that they had already chugged down two glasses of alcohol in a nearby pub.

That explained why Yoongi hadn't been with Jungkook when you had found him busking.

He had told you that Hyung had been tired so he'd gone straight at home, leaving Jungkook strolling around the streets on his own.

"Friendship is....?" Yoongi aimed his fist at Kookie.

"Irish Bomb," he finished, bumping his fist.

You didn't even know what that was supposed to mean.

After that, they'd crashed in their beds.

You refill your glass, the bitter liquid stinging your throat making you want more.

You had started to get a little tipsy, and you couldn't deny the guilty pleasure you felt.

Being a light weight drinker, you couldn't really hold alcohol, but you were surprisingly in the mood tonight.

Jin touches Namjoon's hand and looks him in the eye.

"Why are you so cold? Is it because you have a lot of fans?"

He explodes into a fit of laughter, you joining him immediately.

Namjoon just deadpans.

"Hyung, stop it with the puns," Taehyung whines, but he's clearly holding his smile.

"Actually, I was gonna make an animal joke, but-"

"Please don't," Hoseok interferes.

"- they're irrelephant," he finishes.

Your laugh goes hysterical.

Everyone else was acting a little silly, you the most out of all.

The booze was really getting at you.

But you weren't the only one, though.

At the corner of the table there's Hoseok looking like he's having an existential crisis.

You go for another refill.

And another.

"That's enough for tonight, Y/N," Jimin says,the only one sober enough to notice.

The edges of his face are warped and you keep seeing curved colorful lines every time you flicker your eyes to the side.

"Yer fashe looksh fwony," you giggle and poke his cheek, a hiccup escaping your lips.

"She's drunk," you hear someone say. You can't really tell who it is. "Get the booze out of her reach, please."

"No," you protest, clutching the bottle tight like a baby. "Mwine."

Your tongue is tied and you constantly produce unintelligible words.

"Give me the bottle, Y/N."

"Noooo."

"What's going on?"

Even though your head is floating, you'd recognize that voice anywhere.

Your head snaps on the right, towards the door.

"Kookie, cwom join ush," you slur.

"She drank a little too much", says another voice.

Hoseok, probably.

Jungkook seizes you up, steps coming closer, but to you it looks like he's zig-zag-ing.

You giggle.

"Hop, bunny, hop!"

"Oh my God, she's completely out of it."

"I knew she was a light-weight-drinker but..."

"Watch where you're...."

"......careful....."

".....gonna fall...."

The voices merge with each other, a jumble of sounds and words unable for you to grasp. You wobble in your feet, the world spinning and spinning and-

A pair of hands catch you before you fall.

Strong, steady hands.

Jungkook's.

He hauls you across his shoulder, holding you by your feet.

"Lemme gwow," you say and hit his back repeatedly with your weak fists.

He ignores you and starts walking out of the room.

The motion makes your nausea even worse and when you squirm to get away, he grips your legs tighter.

Entering the room slowly, he lays you gently on the bed. His face is a hair's breadth from yours, hovering over it.

With a dazed look on your eyes, you reach for one of his curls falling into his face and twirl it in your finger.

"I liek yer hair. It's fwoffy."

He smiles that adorable smile of his.

"Get some sleep now. It's late."

"Yessir."

He takes your shoes off and pulls the covers over you. Then he joins you, and what surprises you the most, even in your drunken state, is the fact that he doesn't sleep with his head by the end of the bed, but lays it on your pillow instead.

Your eyes closed, you squirm continuously, hands blindly swinging in all directions till they brush against his arm. Not having the slightest idea what you're doing, you greet the warm surface and wrap his arms around him.

His skin is really warm, you think to yourself.

Jungkook freezes.

He extends his hand, pausing, hesitating.Then, he hugs you and strokes your back until you fall asleep.

* * *

Your head is pounding.

It feels like there's someone beating a hammer on it from the moment you crack your eyes open.

Groaning, you try to lift your hands to your face, but notice they're stuck.

You suddenly become aware of the second body next to yours, radiating warmth.

Jungkook's arms are around yours, enveloping you in a tight hug. Your head is lain on his chest, rising and falling slightly with his every breath.

Then, it all comes flooding back to you.

The wine, the jokes, you throwing a fit, Jungkook carrying you on his shoulder...

You remembered every single detail and you didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

There weren't enough fingers for you to count the times you had embarrassed yourself in the span of just two days.

You felt like dying.

You lift your head and take a glimpse at his face.

His eyes are closed and he's breathing softly through his nose.

You try to move your arms in an attempt to detach yourself from him, but he only hugs you tighter, refusing to let go.

You're stuck.

After a second try, he just nuzzles his nose on your neck.

Heavens above.

Goosebumps flare all over your body.

"J-Jungkook?"

He cracks one eye open.

"Watch the formalities. Or are you still drunk?"

You shake him off.

"I'm not the only one who drank last night."

"Yeah, but some of us thought that drinking six glasses of wine was not a big of a deal," he says, looking at you pointedly.

You stick your tongue at him, and try to get off the bed, but he grabs your ankle.

"Let go!" you screech.

He starts pulling you towards him, and you claw at the sheets, trying to find somewhere to hold on to. When you come close enough, you put him in a headlock.

He flails his arms wildly, trying to grab hold of you.

Suddenly, the door swings open, revealing an enraged upside down Yoongi.

He stomps inside of the room, pulling you both apart.

"I thought I told you not to fight!"

"You call that a fight?" Jungkook teases.

"Yeah you're right," you say. "I would've beaten your ass if it wasn't for Yoongi-hyung."

"May I remind you that I own a black belt in Taekwondo?"

"Well, you can take that belt and stick it up your-"

Yoongi puts a hand over your mouth.

"Enough playing around. We're going fishing."

He starts walking out the room, and you take advantage, aiming a fist at Jungkook.

"And no fighting," he says, not turning around.

You pause your clenched fist mid-air and then lower it.

Two seconds later, both you and Kook explode into laughter.

* * *

After pulling yourself together - that is, taking a shower, brushing your teeth and dressing up - you exit the apartment along with the other members.

You had been given three rented cars to drive all the way to the beach.

The staff had teamed you up with Namjoon and Jin.

"Hyung, please let me drive."

"Absolutely not. You drank too much last night."

"But that was last night. I'm completely sober now and I even took a hangover pill."

"The only ones sober enough are me and Jin," says Namjoon.

You throw a glance at Jin, dancing awkwardly.

"Wow, I am in such good hands."

He doesn't back off for a second.

"Oh come on, hyung, please. I will never drink again without your permission, I promise."

He raises one eyebrow.

"I'll find you some crabs on the beach," you offer.

"Done."

He hands you the keys and moves his chin to the car waiting.

"Drive carefully."

You jump into his arms, smiling bright.

"Hyung is soooo cooool."

Namjoon rides shotgun, while Jin accommodates himself on the back seat. You start the car carefully and the navigator starts giving instructions.

"We were supposed to turn left not right," says Jin, looking at the map in his hands.

"Turn right after 50 metres," the navigator continues.

"No, we have to turn left-"

"Turn right after 20 me-"

"Shut up, woman," he yells.

Both you and Namjoon crack up.

Then, on the front mirror you see another car trailing behind you.

Jungkook is driving, Yoongi and Hoseok along with him.He gives you an obnoxious smirk and speeds up, trying to overtake you.

When the cars stand side by side, he salutes you and passes right in front of you.

Two can play that game.

You press your foot on the gas pedal, chasing after him.

Another car appears, Jimin driving alongside Taehyung.

This is gonna be a long trip.

* * *

After a heated competition of overtaking each other, you finally arrive at the beach. The vibrant blue color stretches in front of you, kissed by the rocky shore.

You climb down the granite stairs, camping bag on your back filled with all sorts of equipment.

You had decided to set a tent here for the night and you were bursting with excitement.

Not a moment after, Jin and Yoongi take out their fishing rods, prepared to make the catch of the day.

The others, however, were another case.

Taehyung and Jimin had already plunged into the water, splashing around like little kids.

You were tempted to join them, but first you needed to find some crabs for Namjoon.

You climb on the harsh rocks, trying to detect any moving pincers. After successfully collecting a number of them, you hand them over to him, and the excitement is visible on his face.

"Get me some more," he says.

You sigh through your nose and go back to the rocks.

You bend over, searching for the sea creatures and you are instantly pushed from behind you. You plunge into the water, arms flailing wildly.

There's a roaring in your ears and some water has gone into your nose. You submerge into the surface and look at Jungkook who is doubling over with laughter.

The little bastard.

"Hyung,I'll kill-"

He doesn't hesitate and jumps right after you, leaving a wave on his wake.

He pokes his head on the surface and swims closer to you.

There's something different about him lately, you notice. Ever since last night, he's been acting more goofy and comfortable around you. At the first chance he gets, he'll find a way to joke around or tease you.

You weren't complaining but you wondered what exactly had changed for him to behave this way.

You dunk his head under the water and are soon joined by Jimin and Taehyung.

Two hours go by with just the sounds of your laughter reverberating through the air.

Anyone could say, without a doubt that the four of you lived up to the maknae title.

The dusk falling into the horizon didn't make it easier for you. The exhaustion of your energetic day had started to creep up on you and the darkness slowly swallowing the sun was putting you to sleep.

Your eyes were halfway closed, your cheek leaned on your palm.

You hear a scraping against the floor and Taehyung appears beside you, sitting on a chair.

"Did your batteries run out so fast?"

"I spent them playing around with you all day."

He offers you a roasted marshmallow on a stick.

Your eyes fly open, grabbing it with unnatural speed.

"Easy, tiger. I didn't know you were so hungry."

"I haven't eaten anything all day."

"Oh yeah? What about the fish we had earlier?"

You stop chewing.

"That doesn't count. I need my daily dose of carbohydrates."

Taehyung shakes his head and then turns to look behind him, where the others are, huddled around a bonfire.

"What's with you and Jungkook today? You've been eating each other's heads since morning."

"I think me being drunk has made him think I can be reckless enough to play around with him."

"He's not wrong, though," Tae says.

You turn and narrow your eyes at him.

"Are you jealous, hyung?"

"Hell yeah, I'm jealous! I am your best friend."

You chuckle.

"Jungkook-hyung, can you please tell Tae- hyung that he's my best friend, not you?" you shout.

"Why would I be your best friend? I wanna throw you off a cliff!" he shouts back.

"See, Tae?"

The corners of his lips upturn and you squish his cheeks.

"Coochie coochie coo.."

"Agh! Get off of me!"

After squeezing the life out of him, you head for your tent.

"Good night," you say to the others.

"But it's early," Hoseok says.

"I'm tired. Have fun."

You crash into your bedroll, then a while later, Jin joins you.

Sleep envelopes you immediately.

* * *

A hand clamps shut on your mouth.

You let out a muffled squeak, eyes wide open in terror.

But it's just Jungkook.

He puts a finger on his lips gesturing for you not to make a sound, and then he retracts his hand.

"What the hell, hyung?" you whisper in a shout.

"Come with me. I wanna show you something."

You glance at Jin, still sound asleep.

"Come on," Jungkook pressures.

He unzips the tent and sticks a leg out, offering you a hand. You rub the sleep out of your eyes and follow him outside.

It's complete darkness except for a sprinkle of stars in the sky.

Jungkook crouches and pulls you along with him, hiding tent after tent.

"Why are we acting like criminals?" you whisper.

"The bodyguards are right over there," he points at a lamp a few feet from where you are. " I don't want them on our tails. Plus, it's more fun like this."

You tip-toe your way out of earshot and breathe in relief.

You're standing on a clearing right where the forest begins, the sound of cicadas buzzing into your ears. A whole tapestry of star-lit greenery stretches before you.

Then, Jungkook points ahead.

"Look," he says, and you follow his finger.

The grass lights up like Christmas lights.Dozens and dozens of fireflies appear, sparkling their yellow light everywhere around you.

You gape at the view in awe.

Jungkook takes a few steps ahead and turns around, facing you.

"Well, do you like it?"

"I love it," you gasp.

He smiles like a bunny and starts coming towards you.

You offer him a smile of your own in return, wanting nothing more than to hug him tight. You open your arms wide, inviting him, but he stops dead in his tracks.

The smile on his face turns into a scowl.

Did you do something wrong?

Was he perplexed at your sudden display of affection?

Hurt flashes in your eyes and you lower your hands but then you realize he's not looking at you but rather something behind you.

You are about to turn your head, when something cold touches the nape of your neck.

#bts #bangtan #jungkook #kookie #jk #jungkookie #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #ot7

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sockatine · 6 years ago

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The Scent of Lavender

((My first self insert fanfic to be posted here! I'll be using the name Califia "Cali" Morales for myself. Paired up with Daryl Dixon from The Walking Dead. Takes place in season 2.))

Light. Sunlight? Yes, that's sunlight. The room is white. Why is it white?

Voices are talking to her. Who are these voices? Obviously they must be her family; mom and dad, to be precise. Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, yawning and stretching, still not completely awake or aware. Even as her eyes fully opened, she had to rub them again. These people's voices still washing over her like white noise, or nighttime ambiance.

Nothing was registering quite yet, until an old man sat at her bedside and asked, in a comforting and gentle tone. "Can you tell us your name?"

That's when it all hit her. With watering eyes, she asked: "Where am I?"

...

When they found this girl passed out in the woods, it was nothing short of strange. She'd fallen out of a tree at Rick's feet, startling him. He checked her pulse, shook her in attempt to wake her up, but nothing. She was still perfectly alive, minus perhaps starving and bruised. And he carried her back to the RV, deciding it was the right thing to do. After all, Rick himself had been in a coma and woken up to an apocalypse. This was a personal sense of sympathy in him.

Needless to say, after much argument, she was allowed to stay. They put her in the bed of the RV and hoped that at some point, she'd come to. Enter their arrival at Hershel's, having one kid shot and the other still missing, along with the mysterious coma-girl. This was enough to get Hershel to allow them all to stay until everything with the group was a-okay.

Now, that she had finally woken up, she'd have to be comforted a bit before getting any answers. It's not like anyone would take it very well when they find they've been in a coma in a tree for god knows how long. "I'm gonna ask you again, and I want you to take a deep breath or two before you answer; What is your name?"

She did take a few deep breaths, as needed. "Califia..."

"Califia?"

"Yes... Califia Morales."

"Alright, Miss. Now, I'm gonna call in the people that found you, so you can give them the answers they want. Is that okay with you?"

"... yes."

Really, it wasn't. None of this was okay, but she knew she needed to give answers to the people who potentially saved her life. The memories were flooding back to her once Hershel called in Rick and some others to meet her. Rick was of course, the one to ask questions and recieve answers.

"Do you remember what happened before you got yourself up in that tree?"

"... There was a crash. A bus crash. A-and I... I don't remember what happened after. I-I know my family wasn't with me, they... don't live in Georgia..."

"Alright. What else do you remember?"

"I... was by myself. Out by myself... dead people were walking a-and hunting me..."

"Uh-huh..."

"I killed some. I tried calling my parents a-and... and-and-"

A deep inhale, and a pause.

"... I kept walking. I lived off what was in my bag, and gathering wild plants. More dead people came and, I went up the tree... but I don't know why I was asleep... I don't..."

"Hey, hey. Don't worry about that. We'll... we'll get you settled. Once we leave, you'll be coming with us."

"I... thanks. Can I go outside now?"

"Yeah, yeah sure."

...

She was sitting by herself, gathering some lavender after a nice, long cry. It was a lot to take in, really. That she had no idea how her family in California was doing. And it would be easier for her to cope with having been all alone, than to realize she'd been completely useless to a group of people who were kind enough to save her. How long had she been dead weight? Was it ungrateful to believe she should've died.

"What's that 'cha got?"

She almost flinched, turning to see some guy looming over her. Must've been one of the group. "... Lavender."

"You always go 'round pickin flowers?"

"It's for tea... I'm sorry, have we met, or...?"

"I'm Daryl."

"Califia. But call me Cali. It's, uh... nice to meet you."

She stood up, holding her hand out for a handshake. Better than just awkwardly talking, crouching over a bush. Daryl shook it, to at least adding something to keep the conversation from getting too awkward. "So, we found you in a tree..."

"Uh, yeah. I... eheh. I guess I figured it was a good way to avoid walkers. They can't seem to climb for shit, really. So, uhm... is there l-like a job or something I should be getting to, or-"

"Hell if I know."

"O-oh. Well, if you need anything... like, anything at all, I'm right here..."

"Right..."

Daryl left ger to her business.

"Oh, uh... it was nice meeting you!" She added. He didn't respond.

Daryl hadn't much of an opinion on her. She seemed nice enough, but frankly he hadn't any idea how good or bad of an addition she'd be. And frankly, nothing she did or said was anything remarkable, noteworthy, or eyecatching. Cali, as she insisted on being called, was short, pudgy, baby faced, and from every other angle Daryl could see, she looked like walker bait. At least she was smart enough to get in a tall place to avoid them, but perhaps she might not be much for fighting back or wilderness survival.

Nonetheless, he'd be willing to see if she could prove herself. It's not like she's useless.

A few days went by, and Daryl noticed a pattern. When given chores by the other members of the group, Cali would attend to them quietly without ever wanting help. Her voice was always soft and meek when she asked for anything, which was rare in itself. Without fail, around dusk, Cali was always sitting at the lavender bush. Either to pick more, or to sit with a notebook. A diary? And she was drinking that tea she said the lavender was for at night, but also in certain times in the afternoon.

Lavender tea was for sleep, and calming nerves. Daryl knew this because of his mom's old remedies she'd use, when he was just a kid.

So far, he'd deducted that Cali was dead meat if she were to go out on her own. She could make it for a certain amount of time, but her nerves would get the best of her and make her clumsy. Ergo, she's walker bait.

...

It was getting lonely, for Cali. She fancied being alone, but not being lonely. But she was tragically insecure; unwilling to talk about her interests with the other ladies, unable to even approach any of the men. The closest she could get was watching Carl when Lori wasn't, and neither one of them actually talked much to her. So logically, Cali wanted some validation out of being useful.

To be frank, the only person Cali really considered approaching and making friends with was Daryl. He also seemed to be partial to being alone, after all. But it's not like he would ever want to activately be friends with her anyway, right? Cali wrote and drew, she was into books and fantasy and mythology. She was a nerd. A total geek. And what was Daryl? Manly as hell, outdoorsy, and a goddamn hunter.

That didn't change the fact though, that when Daryl finally came back with Sophia's doll, Cali was most certainly concerned. She could see him from her lavender bush, he looked absolutely terrible. And it didn't help that Andrea shot him, to which Cali promptly responded with a "What the fuck!?" of disbelief.

As everyone rushed over to help, Cali wasn't really needed. She asked, but Rick told her that all too familiar phrase: "We got this, thanks." But no, she didn't want to be excluded. She wanted to at least do something. To overtly express that she wanted to help and be part of the group; but so far it had all gone from her being too afraid to talk to anyone, to everyone excluding her by assuming she didn't care for anyone.

So Cali decided to do something about it. At least one thing. One nice thing for someone.

So she visited Daryl, inside Hershel's house. With a small gift. Some lavender, with a paper wrapped around it. While he was asleep, she slipped it onto the nightstand.

...

"Hey, Cali!"

She was at the lavender bush again, with her notebook, whipping around to see Daryl holding her gift. "Y-yeah?"

"... you wrote this? Daryl unfolded the paper. It was a poem:

You carry us far Through all your scars Of old and new, Through sun and stars

Take your rest Feel happiness For it's worthwhile to us all

"... Is it bad?"

Daryl sighed in disbelief, taking a seat next to her. "Nah, that ain't it..."

"I didn't mean to bother you, I just wanted to get you a get well-"

"Why though?" "Huh?"

"You're always sitting out here. You got you're notebook, your head in the clouds. Ya don't talk to nobody-"

"I'm sorry."

"-and you apologize for it. What the hell do you do out here?"

She paused, stuck between just dying on the spot or coughing up the notebook. "I... draw. And I write." She handed the notebook to him, so he could go through it himself.

In it were various practice sketches, poems, characters, and unfinished stories. It was a chaotic mess of creation, full of concepts and ideas that may never be fully fleshed out. "It's just weird nerdy stuff... I-I really like mythology, and uh... comics..."

"... This is what you were hiding all this time?" "Yeah..."

Daryl closed the notebook, handing it back to Cali.

"... What use you think any of that has, anyway?"

"I... wait, what do you mean?"

"I mean now that dead people are walking around eating people. How's any of that gonna help?"

Cali paused, thinking for a moment. Not necessarily on what to answer, but rather how to word the answer out. Such a question wasn't one that confused her very much.

"... Well, we got survival down. If we're hungry, we can pick plants and kill animals. If we're tired, we can make a shelter that's safe. But... what's the point of it all?"

"... That doesn't answer my question."

She gave him a look. For once, it was a more assertive look; like what she was about to say was something painfully obvious. Like he should have known, by now. "Animals survive. Humans live. And what's the point of surviving if you can't live?" She tapped her notebook. "This here is... how I live."

Cali opened up the notebook, flipping to a page in which she was drawing a kraken. "So that's why I'm always here with my notebook. It's quiet so I can focus, and it smells nice with the lavender here. So there."

The conversation ended there, and she expected Daryl to once again take his leave. But, he didn't. He was still sitting there, watching her doodle away. Her drawing wasn't particularly amazing, but... it was okay. He could tell she wasn't actually paying him much mind. Just, focused on her work. But Cali knew he was there, watching. She just had yet to realize she was fine with it.

And they just kind of stayed like that for a while. Sitting in silence at the lavender bush.

((Special thanks to @kiksselfships for encouraging me most to embrace my self insertion, and @skollwriting for giving me the match up that inspired this new ship))

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Chapter 22 In Between the Dark and the Light

The Royal Romance Fan Fiction (Liam x MC*Riley) (Maxwell x OC*Amanda) (Drake x Olivia) (Hana x Rashad)

These characters are from the amazing writers of Pixelberry's Choices stories: The Royal Romance and Red Carpet Diaries. The only character of my own is Duchess Amanda Bridgerton of House St Orella.

Masterlist of The Other Friend

Chapter 22 summary: The Beaumont party is happening. Angst and love follows our characters closely as they party the night away.

Chapter 22

Maxwell snuck out of the banquet hall and made his way to the kitchen. Bertrand was sitting at the main table with Riley and the royal family. He had dodged a bullet not having to sit there with the man who had snatched away his right to marry Amanda. He could barely stomach being in the same room with Constantine, much less at the same table. He had no idea how Liam stood it.

Maxwell's mind had been known to wander from one crazy thing to the next. These past few months though, his mind had one subject that affected all others. Amanda. Right now, he was going to fix her a plate of everything he knew she loved and was missing out on.

After loading down two plates and grabbing a bottle of wine, he made his way up the back stairs to her room. He knocked on the door with his foot. Amanda slowly opened it and peeped out. "Maxwell! Why aren't you down there eating?"

Maxwell gave her a sad smile. His eyes touched on all her physical aspects he adored. Even with her face bruised and swollen, he thought she was beautiful. "I was worried you wouldn't have much of a selection once everyone was fed. I snuck out and grabbed you a little of everything you like."

Amanda's eyes widened at the massive amount of food on the plates. She smiled and opened the door wider for him to come in. "That was very thoughtful of you, but unless you plan on keeping me locked in here for days, there is no way I will be able to eat all this food."

"Maybe I could help you eat it. Keep you company for a little while."

Amanda looked at his tortured expression. "Okay. But, this is not our final date. We are not kissing."

Maxwell gave her a pained look. "Amanda. I don't want to ruin this meal, but why won't you let us finish this? We already know Constantine is forcing you and Liam to marry. Why won't you release me from this torture? Because that is what it is for me. Knowing that I have to kiss you passionately one last time and then hand you over to one of my best friends. It's killing me. I can't stand the thought of you marrying Liam. Not because I don't like him, but because I can't stand the thought of loving you and knowing you feel the same, yet you must share your life with him. You were meant for me."

He gently caressed her cheek that wasn't hurt. "You were supposed to be mine in every sense of the word. I've been yours for so long. I've already told Liam, so I might as well tell you. I'm not going to be able to be around either of you when you marry. I will leave Cordonia. I don't know if I will ever be able to come back. Seeing you two in the news, at court functions, and such; my heart will not be able to take it."

Amanda stood there letting his fingers gently touch her skin, her heart breaking at every word. She was dying to tell him Drake's plan. She knew though that he had to remain depressed so that Constantine would suspect nothing. She looked down to gather her thoughts. "Maxwell. I promise we will have our final date soon. I...I can't do it with my face like this. I would never torture you or hurt you if I could keep from it. Please believe that. You...you are my heart. You always have been. You always will be."

Maxwell closed his eyes at her words. Why did he come up here and start this conversation? Was he a sado masochist? Did he want his heart to break completely from her words and feelings. With his eyes still closed he felt her wrap her arms around him. He hugged her back, breathing in her smell that was coconuts and coco butter. He wanted that smell for the rest of his life. He wanted her in his arms forever. Soon he would have no right to any of it. He broke away from her with a ragged breath.

"I better get back down there to help kick off the party. Enjoy the food." He turned to leave. She reached out and grabbed his hand. "Maxwell? Will you come back later? Once the King is gone, come back here. Please?" Maxwell knew he would never be able to deny her. He gave her a brisk nod, his throat struggling to swallow, and quickly left the room. She leaned her forehead against the door, praying he wouldn't give up on her yet.

Liam had barely been able to stand his father's conversation during dinner. If Riley had not been there, he would have left. It sickened him when his father announced that he hoped Liam would choose the right lady for his heart. Riley had smiled at him and said she wished the same.

He was ready to see him leave. His father had already given him another speech about making sure Maxwell and Amanda had their final date in time. He walked away as Constantine and Regina made their farewells to Bertrand and Riley. Liam saw Maxwell coming down the stairs. He looked like a man sentenced to the rack. He knew where he had been and with whom. His heart hurt for his friend.

Bertrand encouraged Riley and Maxwell to kick off the party. Maxwell forced himself to be the jovial party noble everyone expected, but he felt nothing. Everyone was having a great time. Hana and Riley were in awe of all that was happening. The acrobats, dancers, horses...it was a madhouse set to a musical beat. Maxwell danced like everyone expected. He watched Liam dance and talk with Riley, a look of wanting on his face. Maxwell didn't know how much longer he could stay here and be the life of the party.

Drake was standing off to the sidelines. He had seen Constantine's departure and his satisfied smile when looking at Maxwell and Liam. He thought he had won. But there was going to be one more attack. One that would result in victory for each of them. As he stood there sipping his drink, he felt that strange sensation come over him whenever a certain redhead was near.

Olivia knew she should stay away, but she had been in a constant state of confusion over Drake since the night of her ball. She wanted Liam. Didn't she? Not a man that made her stay on her toes in a constant battle of sarcastic wits. He brought out a passion that she had never felt with anyone else. He had haunted her dreams these last couple of weeks. Not that man. Anyone else would be better. She had to know if it was fleeting or something that could last. He irritated her to no end. He also held her attention unlike any other. He made her sick causing such sentimentality.

She leaned against the wall with him, sipping a glass of wine. Drake watched her from the corner of his eye, wondering what she would say or do. She cut her eyes at him. For a moment, desire surged through them both. Just as he was about to grab her hand and lead her somewhere else, Hana came up tugging on his arm. "Come on Drake! Riley and I are determined to see you have fun." She pulled him along. He turned his head and looked at Olivia. She silently toasted him and walked away.

Hana was having the time of her life. She was with her friends and there was excitement at every turn. As she led Drake to where everyone was gathered she bumped into Rashad. She smiled at him. "Rashad! I wondered where you were. Can you believe all this?"

Rashad studied her face, smiling at the joy he saw. "I know I am seeing it, but I am struggling with the belief part. Hana, would you like to dance with me? If that's alright with you, Drake?" Drake looked at the two of them. A smile played along his lips. "Go have fun you two. I need do go check on Amanda. Tell Brooks and Liam that I will find them later." Rashad took Hana's hand and twirled her onto the dance floor.

Drake bumped into Maxwell on his way to the stairs. He grabbed his arm and pulled him along. "Come with me. There's something we need to discuss." Maxwell followed him to Amanda's room. Amanda let them in and Drake began to speak.

"Constantine and Regina left a few hours ago. Maxwell, last night Amanda and I came up with a plan."

"Actually this is all Drake's. I just listened and added opinions." Drake shrugged off the compliment.

"Anyway. In order for Nicholas Bridgerton's contract to be finished, you and Amanda must complete your date by midnight of the Cornoration Ball. With the special license, you two can be married immediately. So. Here is the plan. You will end your date at 11:50pm and get married, finishing at the stroke of midnight."

Maxwell sat there in shock. Amanda reached over and laced her fingers with his. "What about Liam," he asked. "And you? If we do that Liam is stuck with Madeleine and the king won't tell you what he found out about Savannah."

Drake smiled. "We have a double wedding with Riley and Liam. I'm sure Sir. Francis can arrange a special marriage license for them too. Once Liam is king, he can give me all that they found on Savannah. We will all win Maxwell."

Maxwell looked at both of them. "Why didn't you tell me this earlier? Does Liam know?"

"We needed Constantine to believe we have no choice and have accepted his decrees. I know you think you keep your thoughts from showing, but you are unable to hide your emotions. Liam is the same. Neither of you should ever enter a poker tournament." Amanda smiles and leans against him.

Maxwell's face becomes animated with excitement. "Do you really think we can pull it off? Who is going to marry us?"

Drake grinned. "I think we can if we play our parts right. And, I got, I guess you could say ordained online earlier today."

Maxwell hops up, pulling Drake and Amanda into a hug. "This is amazing! I don't know how you did it but I'm so glad you did." Maxwell leans in to kiss Amanda. She puts her hand over his mouth. "You can't kiss me! That will conclude the final date. We have to wait until the ball." Maxwell looks at her in disbelief. Drake nods his agreement. "It's the only way to beat Constantine."

Maxwell sighs. "Fine. Don't do anything to tempt me then. Like telling me we have found a way to be together. Or just being in the same room." Amanda laughed, warming his heart.

"Do you want me to leave then until the ball? I'm sure I could go be with Ryan and Thomas while they film near St Orella."

Maxwell pulls her closer to him. "You're not going anywhere without me. I thought I had lost you forever. I'm sure not going to take a chance and let you go off with Hollywood royalty."

Drake looks at Amanda for a minute. "Hmm. I wonder if you should? That would give an added reason for postponing the final date."

Maxwell's eyes widened. "Drake, don't tease me like that. If we have anymore ups and downs, I'm going to need a padded cell with my name engraved on the door."

Drake thinks on it. "We will see how things play out leading up to the ball. If Constantine lays the pressure on, we should use Summers and Hunt as plan 'B'. That way we will have all bases covered."

Maxwell wraps his arms around Amanda, smiling even more so when she pulls him closer. "We need to tell Liam. He has been in constant torture mode since Constantine's meeting."

Drake gave them a mischevious look. "If I go find him, can I trust you two alone? You will be able to keep your lips off each other, right?"

Amanda grabbed her ice pack and threw it at him. He grinned and caught it. "I will take that as a 'Yes, you wonderfully brilliant man who graces our very lives with your charm and good looks'". Amanda was shaking with laughter. "It's hard to compliment you when you do it yourself."

Drake left to find Liam. Maxwell stood there looking at Amanda. "I can not believe that I am not allowed to kiss you. If ever a moment called for a kiss, it would be this one." Amanda laughed and hugged him. "Just pretend it is before you knew I was in love with you." Maxwell smiled. "Yeah, I've never been one to want to live in the past. Oh! Before I forget..." He pulled her cell phone out of his pocket. He blushed and said, "I was going to use it as an excuse to see you later tonight."

Amanda looked at him and sighed. "Now who's making it hard to resist kissing? Good news is you won't need an excuse to see me." Maxwell sat on the bed and pulled Amanda into his lap. He rested his forehead against hers, a smile lighting his face up. "I'm not sure if I'm awake and this is really happening. If it is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up."

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