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ramshackle is alive.
gn!reader
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you’ve always wondered how the hell this entire building was still standing. you’d think crowley would’ve demolished it by now, technically it’s a waste of space. it hasn’t had inhabitants for who knows how long.
but you’re grateful. you have a place to go to when the day ends, it’s the one thing you have in common with the rest of your friends. and while the floors are always creaking and the doors and windows never really keep the wind out- it’s something. and it is much better than nothing at all.
you’ve taken the time to meticulously clean and organize the rooms, the little bit of allowance you have all goes to the dorm and food. it’s tiresome but incredibly worth it; watching the house slowly turn from desolate and cold to a place of warmth and love.
slowly, ever so slowly. the house seems to... change, but only for you and grim, it seems. it’s brighter- more alive. the doors open easily despite your friends complaining it’s always locked, there are no longer shadows that seem to chase after you when walking through the hallways. the rooms you’re in are always warm and you notice that you no longer wake up at night shivering from the cold. 
you could say that it’s because of all the work you put in, but the feeling that the house you now call home here in twisted wonderland can’t be shaken off. the dorm being magic would explain a lot of what you’re experiencing.
you’ve asked the ghosts, but all they said was “maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. does it really matter?” you’ve asked crowley, but he wasn’t much help.
but you suppose your roommates were right. did it matter? you’d take care of the place you live either way. you’ll continue to clean the floors and dust the shelves, you’ll continue to sleep and study there, you’ll continue eating and inviting your friends over. the ramshackle dorm is home to you, and it will continue being so until you leave.
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ramshackle was always so busy. its hallways bustling with life during the day, the occupants constantly chatting, laughing, playing- and when comes night it’s quiet and peaceful as the day ends. the ‘leader’ of the dorm turns off the lights and tells everyone to go to sleep, and (most of them) listen. the rooms are now filled with quiet snores and silent mumbling. and the cycle continues day after day.
but then they are gone.
there is no one to dust the shelves and clean the floorboards. there is no one to clean the cobwebs and shake away the spiders that make home in the corners. there is no one silently reading, no one studying. everything is still. everything is silent.
the house grows bitter over the many years it is empty. it prevents anyone from coming in, and the few that do swiftly leave once they see its pitiful state. 
but then a trio of ghosts come along and fill a tiny part of the dorm’s heart. they play and laugh and shout, just like their previous occupants did. it tries to make them leave at first, hate still in its soul for the pain of being abandoned still hasn’t healed. but they are ghosts, and no matter what it did, they would not depart.
overtime it grows used to their company, and they are grateful that someone finally lives in its walls. but regardless, it is not the same. for the dead cannot take care of it as the living can.
then you come. 
it is harsh at first, like it was to their late occupants. doors that won’t open, shadows that chase across hallways- but nothing changed. you still stayed along with that devilish cat you like to follow around.  and you take care of it. its floorboards are clean, cobwebs are gone, shelves are rid of dust. it is not perfect but there is only so much one can do. 
and it warms up to you. slowly, surely, eventually. it no longers makes strange sounds to scare you away, the doors open only for you, the lights shine brighter and the room is warmer when you walk in. 
it is happy. it may only inhabit one, but this one tries their best to take care of it like many others before it. it becomes a home again, slowly, but surely.
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beaniebeensbaby201 · 1 year
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NETEYAM X HUMAN READER
A/N: potential spoilers down below for those who have not watched ATWOW
Spoilers in the ending where I put an A/N so do not read that please
ALSO THIS ISNT REALLY A SCENE FROM THE MOVIE SO PLEASE DONT HATE
A/N: I'm still knew at putting links in but this is part 2 if anyone has tips on how to use tumblr that would be great
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You may NOT copy this, with or without my permission.
Summary: Y/N grew up with Jake and Neytiri's children as her parents were killed during the first war. She was the same age as Neteyam. They grew up together. They both harbored feelings for each other, but they both knew they couldn't be together due to them being different species.
I was the only one who knew how Kiri felt. Everyone would call her a freak, and I was a human who didn't belong here. Yet, somehow, the family showed me that it is okay to be different, that I was no outsider to them.
Night had fallen as I was with Neteyam. We both spoke on our feelings to each other, but we could never act on them. I was human. He was Na'Vi, who was destined to Mate with the next Tsahik. He was to be the next Olo'eyktan, and I would be just a regular human.
"What are you thinking about?" Neteyam asked, as I was unusually quiet.
"Nothing." I lied.
I stared at the stars above us as we were riding on his Ikran. It was rare for us to ever be alone, as I was always with Kiri, learning how to heal from her and Mo'at.
"You're lying." I sighed, he didn't even have to see my expression to know I'm lying.
"I don't want to ruin the moment Nete." I rest my head against his back, as I heard him let out a sigh.
My arms circled around his body, I was smaller than him, as he was an alien, who would grow to be ten feet tall.
"We're going to be having this discussion sooner or later by my parents." I squeezed my eyes shut as I buried my face deeper into his back.
"I know, I know Nete. But can we just have this moment?" He huffs in response as I scoot closer so my legs entangled with his as he pats his hand on my thigh.
"Fine, but we are talking about this whether you like it or not." I stayed silent, I know it'd be impossible to run away from this no matter how much I want to.
I lift my head so I was resting my chin on his shoulder, our cheeks touching.
Neteyam's ikran starts to fly down as we were heading towards the forest.
"Nete, where are you taking us?" He didn't respond as he stared down.
I let Neteyam take my hand as we walked together in silence.
"Neteyam?" I called out, but still no response.
He finally stopped as we were at the Kasvapan River. The water glowed different colors, as I saw some fan lizards and I tapped one, I stared in awe as they started to spin in circles in the air.
"Why are we here Nete?" I asked, as he sat on a rock, his feet resting in the water, his head hung low.
"I want you to be my Tsahik." I gasped.
"Nete you know-" He cuts me off.
"I know that you are human, I am a freak." I slapped his shoulder lightly.
"You are not a freak Nete, you are beautiful. The way you care for your people, you are kind. You are brave, I love you, Neteyam. You will find the perfect woman to be your Tsahik." I spoke sadly, I was kneeling beside him on the same rock.
"That's the thing Y/N!" He growled in frustration, his eyes tearing up just the slightest bit.
"Nete." I grabbed his face, my fingers barely able to fit under his chin.
"Neteyam, look at me." I demand softly, his yellow cat-like eyes stare back at me.
"Eywa will find you a better Tsahik. You will be a great leader, you will fall in love and find the perfect mate. Even if it is not me." Neteyam started to cry, as well as I do.
"I see you, Neteyam. Forever you will be in my heart." Neteyam's shoulders started to shake as he continued to sob into my shoulder.
"Why does this have to be so hard?" I continued to rub his back as I hug the Na'Vi.
I too started to cry.
"I don't know Nete. But we will heal in time." My body was hidden by the blue wounded Na'Vi as we both cried.
"I love you, Y/N." I wish I didn't have to wear this stupid mask, I want to be able to kiss him, but we will never got to kiss.
"I love you, Neteyam."
3rd P.O.V
It was the next day as Neteyam and Y/N barely spoke a word to each other. Everyone in the tribe found it odd that the two best friends were nowhere to be seen together. They were always attached at the hip, or one would be flirting, and the other would be flustered. Y/N was with Kiri as she was trying to get her mind off of last night.
"You're quiet today Y/N. Did Neteyam say something to you?" Y/N bites the inside of her cheek.
"We were talking about the future. We're both hurting right now." Y/n whispered. Kiri was her girl best friend, she would go to Kiri sometimes for advice about Neteyam, or in general to talk and hangout.
"He's eighteen now, soon he will be the Olo'teykan. He will find the perfect Tsahik, and I will be y/n. The helpless little human who fell for a Na'Vi." I let out an angry huff.
"You are not helpless. Believe me, I understand." I sighed. Shutting my eyes tightly.
"I love him, kiri. I don't know what to do." I sobbed. The young Na'Vi throws me into her arms as I sobbed.
"We will figure it out." She promised.
Kiri and y/n went silent as they continued to make medicine. Neteyam had announced earlier today that him and his brother were going on a mission.
"They're back!" Tuk announced, causing Y/N to be the first one to rush out of the little home.
"What happened?" Y/n gasped as she rushed to Jake, who was holding Neteyam.
"I'm fine." Neteyam grunted.
Y/N pursed her lips as she stared at Neteyam. He had a wound on his chest and his head was bleeding.
"Sit." She demanded the boy.
He complies as she continues to ramble in Na'Vi, as if she were Neytiri, as his mother would pace out of habit.
"I'm fine y/n." Jake slapped his oldest son upside the head.
"You need to be taken care of." Y/n and Neteyam have not said a word to each other. Jake even noticed the slight tension between them.
"What's going on between you two lately? You're usually running around or doing something." The two continued to stay silent as y/n tended to the slightly wounded boy.
"It's for the best, sir." Neteyam was the first to speak.
"For the best?" Jake stayed silent for a moment, then he realized. They were falling for each other.
"He's the next clan leader, I'm a human." Y/n spoke, Neteyam, let's out hiss when she dabbed on his cut too harshly.
Neteyam knew she was getting worked up over the topic, as he placed a hand on her waist to calm her nerves.
Jake noticed the silent exchange. He felt bad for the two teenagers, if only it were easy.
"I mean, we can't even kiss because one of us would die from the toxic air that kills humans. I feel like Eywa has cursed me to fall in love with your son, only for me to never be able to be with him. I feel like this is her revenge because of what the humans have done before I was born." Y/n rambles, finally getting something she's always wanted to say off her chest.
The three grew silent, not knowing what to say to her strong outburst.
"Eywa does not give revenge." A woman's voice appears, as she realizes it was Neytiri.
"Then why has she given me a broken heart?" She continues to stare at Neteyam.
"I mean, I can't be with him. We can't be together we're different species. I don't have an avatar that I could transfer my soul into. It was just best that I stayed away from him!" Y/n stops as she let's out a few sobs as she runs out of the home tree.
Jake ran after her. She ended up sitting high up in the tree as she cried in her legs, hugging them closer towards her small body.
She felt a presence behind her, but she continues to sob. Jake sits down in front of her. She hugs herself tighter as she shakes her head in her knees.
"I know this is hard, believe me. Things will get better." Y/n scoffs in response.
"He's the next clan leader, Jake. He is destined to be a leader, I'm just a small human who will just put you all in more danger. I don't belong here. It would be best if I just stayed away from your son. Just until our hearts won't ache anymore." Jake runs his hand over his face.
The girl stopped sobbing, her eyes puffy her eyes were blood shot from all the tears.
"It's for the best for now, Jake." She climbs down the tree with ease, Neteyam taught her how to climb when they were in the forest one day and wanted to race. She didn't know how so that day the siblings taught her how to climb.
A/N: I Was thinking about a part w where she was with the sully when they get kidnapped and that she was the one to get kidnapped and not spider and she gets shot instead? Idk lmk what you think.
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bonefall · 9 months
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Can you tell us a bit more about your Sharpclaw? Why is he so concerned with loyalty when he likely was on his own before and this whole “being loyal to a clan” thing is probably as new to him as any cat else?
Long ago, Spiderstar realized that her Clan would not be able to survive if they stayed together.
No matter how many times they killed the rats, they would come back. For every warrior lost, it seemed like the hordes gained another. Her cats were admitting taking food from twolegs, always ready to run from the gorge at a moment's notice, looking at her with guilty eyes. She began to wonder if she was wrong for admonishing them, the way a leader is expected to.
The story goes that one day, she observed a web of spiders hatching from their eggs. The mother watched as her children created small plumes, and floated away on the breeze. It hit Spiderstar, in that moment, that this was how they would survive. Connected by a great web, but scattered to the sky, where they could not be found.
BB!SkyClan never fully disbanded. Like a web, they would share news, come to help one another and inform of safe twoleg houses, trade kittens to each other to raise as apprentices.
From Spiderstar, to her successor, and down to Skywatcher, there was always a "keeper" of this information. When Firestar and Brokenstar arrived, Skywatcher simply spread the news on the breeze. His connections told their connections, and soon, a dozen cats had answered the call.
And, of course, Sharpclaw was one of them.
He may be a rogue, lived most of his life on his own, but in his head that just means he knows more about what it's like to not have a Clan. He's happy to work with ex-Kittypets who choose the Clan above their humans... but even them, how can they ever truly understand what it's like to have nowhere else to go?
He's been waiting for this moment his whole life, from the time he was a young kit being told the stories of Old, from the second he was first introduced to old Skywatcher as a child. "And here," He argues, "Are kittypets who see our way of life as a game. The time of SkyClan's Scattering is over, we are upon the days of a new dawn, and these outsiders are clinging to the past. We don't need twolegs, or the kittypets that can't choose between US or THEM. Leafstar, loyalty is the value that this Clan is built on-- we have to be strong without the help of these Daylight Warriors."
"Lol," Leafstar says, "Lmao even"
I'm bit a bit hyperbolic, but that's how Sharpclaw FEELS about her responses. She's not LISTENING to him (because his ideas suck) or TAKING HIM SERIOUSLY (she is, she's just telling him no and he doesn't like that). She has him as her deputy exactly because she is seeking opposing viewpoints, but this doesn't matter to him in his perceived entitlement.
And this is the resentment that Darktail eventually targets, realizing that his pride and ego is the perfect wedge to drive between him and Leafstar.
Leafstar wasn't picked by SkyClan, someone else picked her for you.
She doesn't want to listen to you, you're so correct and she doesn't appreciate you.
She's letting weakness into your Clan, and if you wait too long it'll be too late
PROVE it to her by taking YOUR supporters and attacking her at night. Show her how good of an ally her kittypets are when they can't defend their Clan, safe in their human nests.
Take leadership from her, you will lead your Clan to the new dawn you've always envisioned.
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cwritesforfun · 11 months
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(Criminal Minds) Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader: Garcia's Bff
You were Garcia's best friend from a tech convention and she wanted you to meet her work friends from the FBI.
** I do not own the Criminal Minds characters
Y/N = Your Name
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Y/N's POV
You hear someone shrieking your name and you look around to find your best friend. You see Penelope Garcia waving and smiling. Omg, I missed her so much!!! I walk over to her and we immediately hug.
After Penelope and I hug, I exclaim "I brought you two small presents. I saw it and knew you had to have it. Not to mention, they fit in your purse." I hand her the bag and she opens it. It's a sparkly purple fuzzy pen and a small bobblehead of a cat for her desk. She smiles and exclaims "This is perfect. I love this so much. Okay before I get distracted ... come and meet my friends." I follow her to her friends. She exclaims "Friends, this is Y/N. She is a fellow tech expert and one of my best friends. We met at a convention where she hacked this presentation and exposed these leaders for their dirty business. They ended up in jail and no one ever knew it was her. Well, I mean except, for me, of course! I can always tell Y/N’s trademark in code." I add "Please don't spread the info. I have a good job and don't want them to fire me. If you have to tell, I understand though." They all laugh and smile. Garcia replies "Honey, we are the FBI. We won't spill. We know everyone's dirty secrets. I’ve told you this before. Nothing needs to to be worried about." I smile. Garcia then says "Okay, to your left, that is Jennifer Jareau also known as JJ." We shake hands and I say "Nice to meet you, JJ. I've heard about how great of a mother you are and how you've helped Garcia. Thanks for being a great friend to my friend." JJ replies "Aw thank you." Garcia says "Okay, next to her is Emily Prentiss who you can call whatever she wants." We shake hands and Emily Prentiss says "You can call me Emily." I reply "Well nice to meet you, Emily. I hear you traveled a lot growing up and I must say I'm slightly envious. I would love to travel more. We'll have to talk about your favorite places." Emily replies "You might be disappointed. It was hard when I was growing up. I did manage to learn multiple languages, which is now useful for my job." I reply "Wow so she's a multilingual girl. Damn, that's cool. I'm glad you have these two lovely blondes to hang out with." Garcia exclaims "Ahh Y/N, you're so sweet. You really don’t need to give everyone a compliment every time you meet one of my friends. Now let's loosen you up a little. What do you say you grab us two piña coladas?" I laugh and answer "I like what you're thinking. Do either of you ladies want a drink?" They both shake their heads.
I walk off to the bar.
Emily Prentiss' POV
I watch as Y/N walks off. She is so hot.
When Garcia said she was inviting a friend, I didn't know she would be so beautiful and funny. The way she complimented JJ and I ... stop that was so kind. I like her already.
I hear a snap and look over at Garcia who is smiling. I ask "What did you say? I didn't hear it." Garcia says "I wanted to know how you felt about Y/N. Now I see that you like her because you watched her leave with a dazed smile on your face." Shit!! JJ says "Garcia said she is bisexual. You have a chance." I ask "Wait what? There is no way she is." Garcia replies "Yes. I've even kissed her." I gasp and ask "How was it?" Garcia answers "Look at Miss Nosy over here. It was a good kiss. We got dared to kiss. We may have both been intoxicated, but it was nice. There were no sparks though and we are still friends. That never changed." I hear "Ooh who are we talking about? Spill the tea!" I jump a little and see Y/N standing there right next to me. Garcia says "We were talking about our kiss. They were asking about your sexuality." Shit, she made that super obvious that one of us was interested in her and that it was me. It's not JJ because you can see her ring and Garcia has already been there and done that.  Y/N says "Oh yeah we did kiss. There were no sparks or butterflies for me either. It's probably a good thing because I don't know what I would do if there ever was a time without Miss Penelope Garcia in my life. Yes, I am bisexual." I ask "How long have you known?" Shit, why did I ask that? Y/N faces me and answers "Since I saw Megan Fox on tv one day and thought about kissing her." I smirk and reply "I was more of a Scarlett Johansson type myself." Y/N replies "Mhmm yes she is perfect. You have great taste."
I hear "Okay time for shots ladies!!" I groan and Garcia says "We don't have work. Come on, Hotch said he wouldn't call us tomorrow." JJ says "Yeah come on Emily." I look over at Y/N who shrugs. I nod and say "Let's do this before I have second thoughts!"
The rest of the night passes by super fast. I remember dancing with Y/N on the dance floor and I remember more shots.
I wake up to my arms around Y/N and we're both in our undergarments. I feel my head start hurting and my stomach starts to flip.
I carefully get off the bed and rush to where an open door where I see a toilet. I start throwing up. I sit back and lean against the tub when I feel nothing else coming up.
The door pushes open and Y/N walks in. She makes a beeline for the toilet and starts throwing up too.
After she's done, she leans against the cabinets. She looks at me and asks "What happened last night?" I shrug and answer "The last two things I remember are shots and dancing with you." She replies "I remember that too. Gosh, look at us, two women who just slept in their underwear together." I ask "Do you think that's all we did?" She answers "I have honestly no idea. But I saw the way our clothes are out there. Mine are in my laundry hamper and yours are pretty neat on the chair. We wouldn't have paused to neatly stack our clothes if we were all over each other. At least we wouldn't have while we were drunk after taking shots on a weekday. We were probably just really warm from all of the drinks." 
I suddenly remember I should be at work. I exclaim "Oh sh**! Work!" I get up and race back to the bedroom. I see my clothes on a chair and I find my phone. I check my texts. I see two from Penelope from last night. The first one was the contact info of Y/N. The second one said Have fun tonight with Y/N. You two look cute together even if it lasts one night. Please make it last longer. You deserve love and happiness. So does she. I see another one from her this morning one hour ago I covered for you. I'm picking you up to bring you to work during my lunch break. I will bring you your travel bag to change clothes. In exchange, tell me about last night!!!!!!! I want ALL of the deets!!!!!!!!
I check the time and see that her lunch break is in 20 minutes. That means she will be here well who knows where we are.
I look around and see Y/N is no longer in the bedroom or bathroom. I slide on my shirt and pants before leaving the room.
I walk out and I see Y/N in the kitchen area. She is wearing a robe and is cooking food while humming to herself. She's so cute. I walk up to her and ask "Hey Y/N? Mind if I shower in your bathroom?" She jumps a little, turns, smiles, and says "Of course. Go ahead. Towels are in the cabinets. Use whatever products you need. I have extra blouses too if you need one to borrow." I reply "Penelope is bringing me new clothes on her lunch break, but thanks." She smiles.
I leave and shower.
After my shower, I get out and wrap myself in a robe. I see my work bag outside the door and I bring it in to change into new clothes. This means that Penelope is here.
I see Penelope eating lunch with Y/N. They're laughing over a video on Penelope's phone. I ask "What are you two laughing at?" They both jump in their seats and turn around. What are they embarrassed to be watching? Penelope hands me her phone and I see myself. Penelope says "You said it was your Magic Mike impression." Oh no... I watch myself straddle Y/N and grind on her while slowly taking my shirt off. I exclaim "I am so sorry Y/N. Wow. Omg. I cannot believe I did that. Pen, why did no one stop me?" Penelope says "It was amusing to watch and it was good to see you let free." Y/N exclaims "I didn't seem to mind last night as far as I can tell." I half smile and reply "Right. Cool. Okay ... Penelope, you are here for lunch?" Penelope nods and says "Yes. Y/N made it. She's great in the kitchen and I'm sure you know where else she is great, hm?" I reply "I will one day." Shit did I say that too? This crush on Y/N has me all tongue-tied.  Penelope asks "Wait you two didn't sleep together?" Y/N says "Before Penelope asks questions, there is a plate and you can get whatever food you want, Emily. You can use the glass over there for water from the fridge too." I thank her and walk over to get food.
I hear Penelope say "You two are such a cute couple and you're not together yet. Or are you?" Y/N answers "Penelope, one does not kiss and tell." Hahahaha
I walk back over and sit down next to Y/N in the empty seat.
After lunch, Penelope hugs Y/N and tells me to be at the car in 5 or we'll be late.
I turn to Y/N and fidget with my fingers a little bit.
I exclaim "Look Y/N, I don't normally just sleep in the same bed as someone half naked within 24 hours of meeting them. It was weird for me. I guess drunk Emily trusted you... truth is, I find you attractive and kind. I like you. I would like to go on a date with you preferably with no shots." Y/N laughs and says "Yes Emily, I would like that very much. I don't sleep with people half-naked after just meeting them either. I also like you too." I smile. Y/N then asks "Is it too soon to give you a hug goodbye?" I shake my head and we hug. I then get my bag and leave.
......................................................................... THANKS FOR READING!!
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What Each Clan Is Like - RunningRunning AU
so this is to explain some general lore behind each Clan and how they feel about each other, some traditions, their general relations with each other, etc.
this is to give each Clan their own sense of individuality outside of their ranks I gave and their canon territories and diets.
that being said-
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ThunderClan
General Attitude; ThunderClan cats are generally the cats you notice first in a group - intentionally so. These cats aren't afraid to make their voices heard and their ego is infamous. They're relatively friendly on the outside, though they aren't afraid to show their contempt, even if it's behind a smile.
How They View Themselves; ThunderClan sees themselves as 'in charge' due to their massive egos. Most cats believe they know what's right and they aren't keen on having flaws pointed out. To themselves they're perfect and don't need humbling.
Traditions;
leaders commonly only train the / a kit of their deputy, though there is exceptions to this
deputies are often voted on by the Clan. The leader will name their potential deputies and cats will cast their vote via a system similar to the ones seen with the ancients [with the medic[s] making sure no one messes with the votes]. It's rare for the leader to only suggest one potential cat as deputy.
during storms, ThunderClan will pray to Thunder for his protection and often see these storms as him watching over the Clan and, sometimes, casting judgement if he sees something he doesn't like
after prey is consumed, ThunderClan properly buries the remains as a final thanks for the life given to keep the Clan fed
though considered retired, elders can request to be taken out on patrols and it's not uncommon to see an elder traveling with warriors
Celebrations;
one of the biggest celebrations, referred to as The Great Feast, happens soon after the first leaves start to fall during leaffall. It's a three day long celebration. Day One consists of a massive feast that is prepared the day before. Day Two has many games and activities, ranging from kit games to ghost stories and even historical reenactments. Day Three is when the fun ends and the Clan works together to prepare the camp for the coming leafbare. Dens are reinforced, hunting patrols mark areas of interest for leafbare [places where prey could be found in the cold], and border patrols mark any possible places that may become dangerous when the snow starts to pile
when spring comes around, they host a celebration called The Welcoming, where the last of leafbare is 'sent' away and ThunderClan celebrates surviving another cold season during the day while those who didn't make it are given a memorial later on towards dusk.
Relations To Other Clans;
ThunderClan doesn't keep to themselves and often think the other Clans need 'saving' even when their help isn't asked for or even needed. Being so wrapped up as their belief that they're the 'right' Clan, their ego can lead them to viewing certain cats as 'evil and wrong' when the truth is that their beliefs are different.
SkyClan especially is viewed as the 'younger sibling' Clan and most cats want it to become like a second ThunderClan
About Their High Ranks;
ThunderClan leaders have a long history of being the most vocal cats, especially during times of crisis. They commonly have kits, though the kits aren't given any special treatment and are seen as equal to their Clanmates.
Deputies, as mention, are voted on by the Clan. That being said, the leader always choses cats that are closest to them or those named by StarClan to be placed into the running.
Medics can have mates and kits, so long as they have another paw helping them take care of cats in need - be it a volunteer warrior, an apprentice, or another fully named medic. They're also taught basic self-defense, but are encouraged not to go looking for fights.
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ShadowClan
General Attitude; ShadowClan cats are the reserved sort, not stepping forward until they decide that they want to. Their silence mixed with their mysterious and unusual ways have them cast as villains in the eyes of the other Clans, but they care little for the opinions of the other Clans.
How They View Themselves; ShadowClan views themselves as organized and ready for anything, though that has often let true darkness seep through the cracks. While they value strength, it's not just the physically strong they tend to admire.
Traditions;
when a ShadowClan cat dies, they are given a Celebration Of Life [check Celebrations] and remembered for what they've done for the Clan
there are less patrols during the day and the Clan is mostly active at night, though there are exceptions, like during celebrations or other major events
bones of larger prey [i.e. anything about the size of a rabbit or bigger] are often kept and sun-bleached, later to be carefully turned into whatever tools are needed to protect their camp
during the darkest nights, ShadowClan claims to hear Tall Shadow's whispers drawing them to where they need to be and hearing her is said to be a sign of greatness
apprentices sometimes double as camp sentries - namely during times where most of the stronger cats are away, like gatherings - and are taught to warn of suspicious activity
Celebrations;
one of the most important celebrations for ShadowClan is the Celebration Of Life, where those who have passed are told in stories and remembered fondly. Cats recount stories, deliver the favored prey of those who passed, and then sing [yowl] their final farewell as the darkness settles in and "Tall Shadow comes to take them to StarClan" as it were
though not technically a celebration, there is an event of sort known as The Remembrance which happens when a leader dies or retires, where the Clan thanks the leader for their service to the Clan while also helping the deputy prepare to take over. It's nowhere near as big as a Celebration Of Life, but it plays an importance as leaders seen as tyrants are not given a Remembrance [which, in ShadowClan, is considered an act of spite]
finally there is The Longest Night, where ShadowClan does not speak a word for the entire night during the leafbare. This day is for remembering the events of the year, properly mourning loses, and paying respect to Tall Shadow herself.
Relations To Other Clans;
ShadowClan is distant from most of the Clans, not liking ThunderClan's ego or WindClan's intense devoutness. That being said, they hold respect for RiverClan, even when they're actively on opposing sides, and modern SkyClan is seen as a Clan with the most potential to become something tolerable.
About Their High Ranks;
ShadowClan leaders are the most hardy cats in the Clan. They're often encouraged to have a mate - or at least kits - as leader kits are treated as heirs and are seen as the most likely to become deputy.
when an heir isn't chosen, the deputy may also be someone close to the leader. If the leader isn't close to someone, it's often the strongest cat in the Clan - physically, mentally, or emotionally [sometimes even a mix].
medics are allowed to have mates, though when it comes to kits, there's some issues. Medics cannot sire or carry kits themselves and it's not encouraged that their partner does either, though there's no rules against it for the partner. If it is revealed that a medic sired or carried kits, the kits are taken away and the medic risks losing their right to have a mate.
medics are also trained how to fight and know how to mix poisons for cats to dip their claws into in order to inflict intense damage
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WindClan
General Attitude; WindClan is a very cautious Clan - caution that is often mistaken for cowardice. However, they are experts on observation and are very politically strong and, if given the chance, could cause and solve problems in just a few words. What they lack in physical strength, they make up for everywhere else.
How They View Themselves; WindClan views themselves as the Clan with the most 'common sense' so to say. They don't think the other Clans are as guided as they are and believe that StarClan favors them over any other Clan due to territory location [in both territories].
Traditions;
loners are welcome into the camp, so long as they're just passing through. Their stories are considered valuable to WindClan
the leader and/or medic, when choosing a deputy, will go sit near the Moonstone/Moonpool and wait for a sign. If no sign is found, then the medic is asked to make the choice, as they are considered closest to StarClan
Moon- and -moon are seen as suffixes that shouldn't be used for an 'ordinary' cat and are saved for cats considered to be of true importance. They dislike when the other Clans use Moon-/-moon.
on days of prey abundance, pieces of prey will be left at their gravesite in order to share with their ancestors as a thanks for blessing them with plenty to eat. this is rare during colder seasons
apprentices are easy to pick out of a crowd, as they wear flower bands around their tail to mark that they are training. Medic apprentices wear flower necklaces as well as the tail bands.
kits are the responsibility of the entire Clan, though the parents tend to be the main caretakers
Celebrations;
WindClan only has one active celebration, which happens during every second full moon, known as The Night Of Whispers, where the leader, deputy, medic[s], and any willing warriors / apprentices travel to the Moonstone / Moonpool and visit their ancestors. this is because WindClan prides themselves on their closeness to their ancestors, plus it's to help with the closure of loss for the warriors that attend these
there's also a smaller, less common celebration, known as Wind Runner's Blessing, which only occurs when a leader has kits. The kits are celebrated, though they don't hold any high importance [anymore]. Back in the day, however, WindClan did work with a heir-system that stopped being used after a leader who decided that the system wasn't fair and that there were plenty of talented cats outside their own bloodline who would be far better leaders The celebration of leader kits is the only remnant of this
Relations To Other Clans;
WindClan often is on the fence with the other Clans, though safe to say they're the ones who work the hardest towards unity. Even if they see the others as more chaotic, they understand the most that the Clans should stick together and work towards proper peace.
About Their High Ranks;
leaders in WindClan are known for turning to their ancestors when a problem has them stumped. Their reliance on their ancestors can be teased, but that doesn't stop these cats from leaning on the knowledge of the past to learn with hopes of using it to improve their Clan.
deputies are often trained in basic herb usage, a knowledge they'll carry over as needed. This is because the Clan feels the need to be prepared in case of an emergency.
medics are permitted mates and kits, though kits are often left in the care of the mate.*
*in the case of Splashdawn, whose fathers were both medics, they were cared for by the entire Clan and Barkface had to treat them as equally as any other Clanmate
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RiverClan
General Attitude; RiverClan is both the friendliest and most withdrawn of the Clans - the neighbors you see every day, yet you never know what's going on with them. Their pride his hidden behind their general air of confidence and comfort. Their egos could possible even rival that of ThunderClan itself.
How They View Themselves; RiverClan views themselves as the Clan that doesn't need to rely on others, which only grew a deeper rift after Darkstar and Oakstar's long rivalry. While their independence is admirable, they often get too into their own heads with it.
Traditions;
when a leader, deputy, or other cat of great importance dies, they are made a special bed of driftwood and reeds and placed upon it. Afterwards, they are sent down the river. In the lake territories, they're placed in a waterway that leads straight to the ocean.
meanwhile, those who have the heart of Dark Forest warriors, are buried as far away from water as possible to keep them away from the good spirits.
when cats become mates, the pair exchange gifts that the other wears in their pelt. The gift is often something the gift-giver likes, but it could also be an item both cats value in the case of cats breaking up, it's not uncommon for them to publicly remove the gift accessory
leaders, deputies, and medics are the three most decorated ranks; leaders wear a crown made of shells and fish-bone bracelets around their front legs - some even have 'armor' made of the same items during times of war. deputies wear a carefully crafted 'blanket' of fish scales that rests over their shoulders. medics have moss cloaks that have petals of their preferred flowers scattered throughout it
Celebrations;
RiverClan has the most celebrations of any Clan
with the start of newleaf, RiverClan has a celebration called Thaw-End. It's a casual celebration where cats express joy at the end of leafbare and the thawing of bodies of water.
during the longest day of greenleaf, the Clan takes the day to make offerings to River Ripple to ask for rain. This isn't a celebration in the normal sense and is more asking their founder to keep the water safe and it can sometimes be a somber event depending on how the greenleaf is going
during the second new moon of leaffall there is a celebration called the Protection where cats come together do work together to keep Dark Forest spirits out of their camps and out of their dreams. This is usually done by sharing ghost stories, marking the outsides of dens with thistles [save for the nursery, which is marked with clovers to keep kits safe], and decorating camp with art made by kits and apprentices. parents sometimes even use 'paints' [kit-safe berries and other such items crushed down] to decorate their kits so the younger cats can pretend to scare spirits away
their most important celebration is the one that happens as the first snows start to appear and it's called Frost-Start, where all cats [except queens, kits, and elders] take turns taking long patrols out of their own territory [trying not to trespass] and find places to hunt, find important items the camp needs, etc. This is important to the Clan because surviving leafbare on a mostly fish diet can be very hard and swimming in the cold can prove dangerous, so they start to rely on land prey and need locations where land hunting is the best
another celebration, one that happens less consistently, is an optional one. Called River-Wishes, when a pair of cats are expecting or wanting kits, they bring gifts to the river and make silent wishes for their future kits. They then place the gifts in woven reeds and set it off onto the river with the assumption that River Ripple will find their gifts and grant their wishes. this celebration has mostly died off, but it's not completely gone
Relations To Other Clans;
RiverClan is the most independent Clan and don't really think too highly of the other Clans. WindClan is viewed as annoying and talkative, ThunderClan is viewed as stubborn and foolish, and ShadowClan - while respected - are viewed as strange and hard to understand
About Their High Ranks;\
leaders are just a figure-head who makes announcements and considered the face of the Clan, for better or worse.
deputies, meanwhile, have the most say and have the most influence on what happens. Granted, they often side with their leaders, this isn't always the case and can lead to some in-fighting.
medics also have a lot of Clan influence - not as much as the deputy, but more than the leaders. This can lead to some tension between medics and leaders - especially since some of the few powers a leader does hold is demoting and promoting cats.
medics also can have mates and kits like any other cat
leaders are encouraged not to have kits after they become leader, but this isn't heavily enforced. This was started sometime after Darkstar [MV].
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Modern SkyClan
General Attitude; Modern SkyClan is very much doe-eyed about everything and this can cause them to slip up into trouble. Most cats want to believe that there can be strong moral judgement in all cats, which leaves them blind-sided. Even then, they're not ones to give up and willingly face adversity more than any Clan.
How They View Themselves; SkyClan, while still finding their footing, sees themselves as a Clan of possibility. They're the most open and honest of the Clans and they care little for the background of anyone wishing to join them - though sometimes they should care.
Traditions;
cats can be punished for shaming a Clanmate from where they came from - including making fun of former kittypets and Daylight Warriors. A cats' past is considered something to be celebrated.
clear skies are considered a good omen. cloudy skies with no rain that take up the whole sky are considered to be a bad omen and the Clan is a little less active during these days.
prey is given a proper burial after consumption, much like in ThunderClan
during times of danger, those most as risk [expecting queens, nursing queens, kits, and elders] are moved into the leader's den and protected by the leader themself [or the deputy if the leader is caring for kits]
the parent/parents of kits have the final say on who mentors their child/children
cats joining the Clan can choose how they want their name to be - they keep their name, they can be given a 'Daylight' name, or they can be given a 'classic' name.
Celebrations;
since modern SkyClan was saved by ThunderClan, they do celebrate The Great Feast and The Welcoming, though they do have one more celebration all their own
mid-newleaf the Clan celebrates something called Unity, a celebration where cats remember their time before the Clans or stories they've heard from those outside the Clan. It's a reminder that, despite coming from different backgrounds, they're able to live all together. There is also a lot of feasting and, when SkyClan joins the other Clans, warriors can invite friends from other Clans in order for them to be a part of the fun. All friends and family are welcome, so long as there's no fighting.
Relations To Other Clans;
SkyClan believes the most that the Clans can get along despite their differences. Yes, ThunderClan has an ego, but they're hard-working and sometimes even helpful. ShadowClan is unusual, but they care deeply about each other. WindClan isn't strong and talks a lot, but they're passionate and determined. RiverClan is independent, but they're creative and even brilliant in some of their ideas.
About Their High Ranks;
leaders and deputies are equal in power, which can lead to some butting heads, but both parties do work hard to do their best for the Clan.
medics can have mates and kits, so long as the Clan thinks their medic is safe in the relationship.
medics also help meditate the leader and deputy - even when there's already a meditator, just so that one cat isn't alone in dealing with the squabbles.
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theimpossiblescheme · 3 years
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Well...I'm deep in my Gus feelings again today (what else is new), and so I was wondering, since we spoke briefly about this before, if you have any hcs/thoughts concerning Gus and Old D's relationship?
Honestly, I’m really attached to the idea that Deuteronomy will turn to Gus if he really needs advice.  As the Jellicle Leader, he does feel quite confident in making the hard decisions for his Tribe, and sometimes he’ll bounce ideas off of Munk, Tugger, and the other Protectors so he can get their input as well.  But if it’s a personal matter, one that he doesn’t feel comfortable letting the rest of the Tribe know about, then it’s time to visit Gus.
And sometimes Gus will joke with him about it and point out the irony of “our fearless leader descending from on high to pay little old me a visit,” but other times he’ll take one look at Deuteronomy’s face and know it isn’t a laughing matter.  So he’ll push over a cushion so they both can sit and talk.  Sometimes these conversations will last well into the night, and Deuteronomy will offer to go so Gus can have the little backstage nook to himself, but nine times out of ten the answer is, “Absolutely not--the state you’re in now, and you want to walk through all those cars?”  Besides the orchard at the vicarage and the great tire in the Junkyard, Gus’s basket at the theater is one of the places he feels safest sleeping.
He’ll be gone early in the morning, and he always leaves his old friend a nice juicy rat as a thank you, but for the moment it’s nice to relax and feel like he has affairs in order for once.
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sanzu-sanzu-sanzu · 3 years
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songs about toxic people 7*
Sanzu Haruchiyo X Reader
Summary: In which you are Bonten’s No. 2 and Sanzu is No. 3. Almost ten years of being stuck working together means you’re both bound to pick up on each other’s idiosyncrasies, yeah?
*IMPORTANT NOTE: this is more like an interlude/bonus chapter actually centering more on misc bonten x reader Gen! interactions. it still ties in with the whole story, it’s just there’s less to zero sanzu in this one cus the focus will be more on the other bonten haha, so if you’re here exclusively for sanzu x reader, you may skip this if you like! 😬  
it’s just i got these headcanons that idk what to do with and also they are somewhat short 😭
chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6
chapter 7: We may not be a perfect family but we love each other (until we don’t) - koko
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Koko thinks of cats when he thinks of you; partly from the circumstances of your first meeting, partly ‘cause of the way you sort of simply glide in and out of rooms quietly with the stealth and fluidity of one.
(Although Sanzu had insisted he thought more of ghosts and wraiths, a comment which Koko only made light of even though he wasn’t wrong.)
She even kinda fights like a feline, he’d told Inupi one time all those years ago, as he thought of the way your lithe and minimal movements were always able to take bigger guys down along with the quiet ferocity to match.
Maybe she learns from all the cats back in the shrine, Inupi responded—a joke, essentially, in his own terms. Koko suppressed a smile: cat and dog, you and her, maybe that’s why you two get along so well went his own, sad attempt at humor, because you and your second-in-command were obviously very close and very unlike cats and dogs. The joke, however, sadly did not seem to land, and Inupi’s forehead only creased, his expression dumbfounded.
That’s not how it works.
Koko never forgets the day you were first introduced by Mikey. It’s at the back of Toman’s abandoned shrine, at the edge of the thick forest surrounding the area, that their new leader had said they’ll be meeting Black Dragon’s temporary captain. He never specified what anyone would be doing in the forest at this hour in the afternoon, and neither him nor Inupi had asked, but then there you were: in your bare feet and in your school uniform, attempting to move a big pot of plant from one spot of land to another, your expression almost annoyed. (At the pot, most likely, which did not seem to budge.)
Mikey called your attention still a few meters afar:
“Hey. Whatcha up to—”
in a tone that very clearly did not seem to intend to place whatever you were up to above this particular Toman business at the moment, so really, it would not have made any difference whether you answered or not. Which you didn’t, only glancing at your president once—not with the angry expression, at least—before continuing with your ordeal.
The pot nudged just a tiny bit.
Only when Mikey finally stopped right in front of you and you noticed Koko’s and Inupi’s figures behind him did you finally stand straight, looking at Mikey quizzically. “What’s up?” Quick nods to Inupi and him. “Hello.”
Mikey briefly introduced all of you and proceeded to explain that you were to be formally placed as the Black Dragon’s new captain today, to which your eyes slightly widened.
“Oh, I thought you said tomorrow.”
Mikey hesitated at first but then shrugged. “Hm, they came here already today so I thought might as well. Come on, it’ll be quick.”
You narrowed your eyes at him and then to his two quiet companions but then so agreed anyway, and as Mikey ushered you in front nobody else aside from Koko seemed to notice your lack of shoes. You’d only taken a few steps ahead when you tugged at the sleeve of Mikey’s coat, making him pause.
“I don’t have my Toman jacket,” which was obvious but was not what Koko was expecting for you to say, if he were to be honest.
Mikey looked at you blankly. “Well, where is it?”
“Well, something happened to it,” was your only vague response, but then you turned your head to where you just came from making all three boys follow suit. On a wooden bench slightly obscured by the plants were a family of cats consisting of a mother and her kittens, all sleeping peacefully in a cozy pile on top of your balled up Toman jacket.
“Oh. Okay.” Mikey only nodded like he completely understood. Without thinking about it twice, Sano Manjiro, Tokyo Manji gang’s No. 1—feared around the streets of Tokyo, bowed to no one and stepped over everyone—took off his billowing Toman coat and draped it over your shoulders. “Here, you can borrow mine,” he simply said. “I mean, you gotta look the part.”
Your mouth stretched into a grin.
Beside him, Inupi gave Koko a quick, wordless glance accompanied by that tiny, upward curve on the corner of his mouth that anyone else could’ve missed. Inupi rarely smiled at anything anymore those days—perhaps one of the reasons why this singular, initial meeting had stuck in his mind all these years. It’s one of those memories Koko always thought he could probably live without, occupying a quiet little corner in his mind which, frankly, a much more practical or life-changing memory could have occupied, if it were up to him. But then there you were with your cats and your air of schoolgirl abandon making Inupi smile, an information that he simply didn’t know what to do about.
“Alright, boss. But please, no speeches.”
This made Mikey laugh. “Can’t promise you that, I’m sorry.” It’s only after a few more steps that Mikey did finally notice your bare feet.
“Where the hell are your shoes?”
“Oh, they got wet,” you quietly said. “I was playing with the cats…” and three pairs of eyes stared at you like it wasn’t enough of an answer. “With a hose. Manjiro, I was watering the plants.”
And so you stood atop the shrine steps while addressing the men from Black Dragons, your feet bare and covered in scratches and the Toman president’s much bigger coat over your shoulders. Nobody questioned the absence of shoes—at least not out loud—not with your leader Manjiro right by your side, in his flip flops holding a half-eaten taiyaki in one hand.
The memory comes unannounced in snips and pieces some years later as another Bonten meeting ends. There’s various movements around the table by now, but then Koko catches your undivided staring as you sat across from him, your chin propped up against one hand. He ignores you for a short while as he fixes his things, until he finally decides to look up.
“Anything wrong?”
You suddenly purse your lips in a small smile amidst the gloomy and rigid air of mid-morning Monday meetings and for a moment, it’s as if Koko is thinking of another memory.
“I just realized you kinda look like my Mr. Kaku,” is all you say. The little remark makes not-your Kakucho look up from the document he’s reading without really turning his head, while Rindou who is seated beside you squints—in curiosity or amusement, Koko can’t tell. From his own right side, Takeomi is slowly angling his head as if meaning to take a better look at Koko behind his curtain of silver hair.
Mr. Kaku, of course, is your pet cat, the one with the smooth silver fur that you’d rescued from an abandoned site during an out-of-town business trip some months ago. You and your unimaginative pet naming sense landed on “Mr. Kaku,” in honor of your then-partner Kakucho who had volunteered to keep the cat inside his bag thru the doors of the hotel that didn’t allow pets. But he looks nothing like Kaku, Manjiro had quipped, earning a few grunts of approval from your ever-biased circle, but you couldn’t have been bothered so you stuck with the name.
Koko is quick to decipher that in your-speak, cat comparisons are more or less compliments and never a form of insult—not that in your mid-20s, you all haven’t already gotten above petty verbal affronts, after all. So he humors you, eyes now back to his things but with his attention still on the matter at hand. “What, is it the hair?”
“Yeah, it’s the hair,” Rindou says before you can answer, his head lolling lazily on one shoulder. “Can’t believe no one had noticed before.”
“And the eyes,” you simply nod. “They both got these nice, sharp eyes.”
Would you have named him Mr. Koko if you thought he resembled Kokonoi before? is the one lingering question that none of the men around you bother to ask.
It’s only a couple of weeks later, after another Bonten meeting, when Koko hands you a souvenir from his weekend business trip: a red cat collar with a customized pendant, a tiny enamel engraving of your Bonten tattoo. The pendant is black on one side and gold on the other, and the small gasp you let out makes every head in the room turn—the almost unfamiliar, genuine sound of delight thawing the usual morning’s stern atmosphere.
“There’s a shop right across the hotel where they make rush engravings like that.” Koko is saying casually like it’s no big deal, but he sees the expression on your face and he can’t help but grin. “Thought Mr. Kaku might like it.”
Your eyes perk up at the mention of ‘Mr. Kaku’ like Koko is the first person to ever acknowledge that Mr. Kaku doesn’t need to be named anything else apart from ‘Mr. Kaku.’ “Oh, it’s perfect, Koko. I’ll send you pictures once I make him wear it,” you say, your attention instantly back to your hands, choosing to ignore his ‘I think just one picture might be enough.’
From the other end of the room, Sanzu is making his way towards the door. “Congratulations,” he smirks as he passes by behind you, quirking one eyebrow up at Koko. “Now she won’t be shutting up about it all weekend,” because Sanzu will be spending the next three days with you over in another city to conduct business with another drug scion, of course.
Across the table, Kakucho only sighs before shaking his head. “I still wish you could’ve picked a better name for your cat,” he says—a valid complaint, Koko thinks bemusedly, now that your own Mr. Kaku looks more like a feline version of himself.
chapter 8 >
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this one goes out to my closest friends the ones who make me feel less alien
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nanamisflowerfield · 3 years
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It was a big day, well at least for Idia. After all it was his crush’s birthday! Scared and excited, he tried to prepare a gift for his beloved crush in secret.
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@teashopwritingzz I know I don’t have to do it, but I really really really wanted to give at least one small present to you! Because you totally deserve it!🥺❤️ Happy belated Birthday! I know that yesterday was your birthday, but I wasn‘t online yesterday due the post+ demonstration! D: I still hope that you had a wonderful day yesterday and today and the whole week! Stay safe and healthy too!!
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Idia took a deep breath, staring at the list of gift ideas that you might like, but a small voice back in his head kept telling him, that you would never like any of those gifts. “I’m sure that (Y/N) (L/N) will like it!” His younger brother always said, but the tall dorm leader of Ignihyde was still pouting at his thoughts. If you would reject any of those, you would also reject his feelings. It would be like a critical hit, getting it from the most greatest SSR character ever. “If you are still unsure, you can watch them. Maybe you will figure out what (Y/N) (L/N) will like.” Ortho advised his big bro, who glanced over his shoulder to the only person he might listen to at this very important situation. “Maybe you are right…” Idia’s gaze wandered from his brother to the list he had on his phone. Headphones, phonecases, games, books and more were listed on it, but would you liked them?
“Owww! My paw!” Grim cursed the ground, after he fell down from the bed, being accidentally pushed down by you. “Sorry, Grim.” Apologizing by petting him on the head and promising to give him a can of tuna later, he halfheartly accepted your apology, walking with you to school for another mayhap exciting school day. “I will only accept it, because it’s your birthday.” The cat-like friend of yours, fummed, watching the Heartslabyul duo walk into your direction to greet you and wish you a happy birthday. “Trey-senpai even baked a cake.” Deuce told you, getting elbowed by Ace, who groaned at him that the birthday party should be a surprise, only to spoil it himself. “A surprise party…? I’m probably not invited…” Idia watched the screen, his eyes never leaving you, hopeful to get any informations of what you might wish for, while his fingers tipped on his keyboard, coding something he always had on mind.
As you wrote on paper everything important professor Crewel told the class, Ace drummed with his finger on the table, while Grim was half sleeping next to you and Deuce tried his best to be a perfect student. “Hey, can you read the list of invited students later on? Did we invite every friend of yours?” Deuce whispered to you, getting harsh words of the professor for interrupting the lesson. But every time Crewel watched away, you read all names of your friends on it, only noticing that one name was missing. The person you wanted to see not only through screen. Idia Shroud. But maybe he couldn’t come over or doesn’t want to for being such a shy and yet adorable being.
Surprisingly the day went on like every other day. You laughed, had fun, talked to your friends and went to the Heartslabyul garden, while wearing shiny bright white clothes to show the whole school that it was indeed your birthday, like many other students had to wear on theirs. It was a bit embarrassing to talk with plenty of students about your birthday, but it still made you happy nonetheless, even when you still hoped to talk on specific student of NRC on this very day. But he didn’t came, so maybe you should get your little present from him by visiting Idia. “That’s a great party, guys. Thank you all so much, but I will be gone for a short time.” You smiled at your friends, watching them having fun, eating delicious food and talking to each other.
Idia yelped as he heard a knock on the door. Wasn’t everyone gone and having fun right now? Who was knocking on the door? Arguing with Ortho with mere stares, the younger Shroud walked to the door, opening it to your delight and Idia’s dismay, as he stared at the door opening more and more and then- oh no, by the great seven, was it truly you?! You were supposed to be at your party, having the time of your life with your dear friends and not be here! Why were you here?!
Like a good child, Ortho greeted you, standing next to the door to give you some space to walk through the door to Idia’s room. While you were smiling at the Shroud brothers, Idia was sitting on his chair, turning around to hide his blushing face that got warmer by every second you stood there and talked to Ortho. The tips of his hair and ears were dusted cheek and he was sure, that some might compare to him to fresh cherries!
“Sorry to disturb you-“ You started, getting interrupted by Ortho, who dragged you into the room, telling you that you would never disturb any of those two. “Oh… Uhm… Alright.” With the same smile that Idia fell for, your eyes stared at his back. Oh, how much you had wishes to hold the introverted boy in your embrace, pat him and give him the love and affection he deserved. “I-I-It’s… alright…” Idia sputtered and stuttered, trying to avoid your gaze in fear that you might tease him for having a crush on you. He just couldn’t help himself. You were such a lovely person. So nice, helpful and that smile. He could babble around, what a great person you were in his boring shut-in life. That you were like the light in his dark life. A total ultra super duper rare card in the gacha games he keeps playing, being frustrated that he couldn’t get those cards, but at least could look at them on photos. “Am I creepy…?” Idia mumbled to himself, forgetting your presence for a second until you asked him to repeat it, after not able to hear it. “N-Nothing!”
Fortunately or mayhap even unfortunately, Ortho knew of Idia’s feelings and how much he had took a liking towards you, which is why he had asked you, why you were in the Ignihyde dorm. “Oh… I wanted to get my present.” The blue-haired tall student turned around, nearly shrieking in fear that you figured out, that he wanted to give you a gift as well like plenty of your friends, who unfortunately had gifted you many presents he had listed a couple weeks ago. “My present would be… to spend more time with you, Idia.” Your gaze wandered to the ground as your cheeks got warmer by your mere words and wish you had, not realizing that Idia’s face was mirroring yours at the same time your words had left your mouth.
That was a gift that he would love to give you every day as long as you wanted to have him by his side. His mouth opened slightly, wanting to talk, before you had asked him what he was programming right now as you took a look at the codes, ignoring the fact that a humming Ortho left the room, so he might not disturb you two love birds. “A g-game… I’m trying to make a small game I had in mind for quite some time.” He answered, staring at it once again.
“Have you finished it already?“ The bluehead nodded. “May I play it?” Mumbling a few words here and there, Idia hoped that his hair hide his flustered face, but he nonetheless let you sit next to him and play his selfmade game, even though he feared that you would reach the end of it and find out about his big secret he never wanted to reveal to you.
“Another level up. Great!~” You cheered, playing the rpg of Idia’s even though your friends might miss you during your birthday party. You should get back, but you couldn’t stop playing the game, after all you has nearly reach the endboss! “Is that a giant cat? He reminds me of Grim.” You chuckled, trying to defeat the endboss with the spells of the protagonist named Hadia. It was a cute game.
The plot of it was like plenty of other rpgs. The protagonist Hadia, a royal guy fell in love with Readi, a sweet princess who got kidnapped by the evil cat-monster Grimopy. Grimopy tried to be the strongest wizard and king and had plenty of henchmen like Dice and Acepo, which were quite strong enemies. Hadia had to train a lot and even gained the help of different wizards like Lio, a sleepy lion, Otto, a cute robot. Then there were Ralice, Tri, Phone-Addicted Rabbit, who still had no name, because Idia couldn’t find a good fitting name for the character. Marteus, Kala, Azure and many other characters and all of them reminded you of your friends. That meant that Hadis was probably Idia and the lovely princess Readi was… you. “Cute game.” You whispered to yourself, using the last spell to defeat the boss, watching the end scene of the rpg.
Hadis was rushing through the castle until he found his beloved princess. When he leaned down to kiss her awake with the kiss of true love, she woke up and they confessed their loves, swearing to each other to be together forever until they lives will end.
“I think I have a new ship.” You giggled, pointing at the protagonists, while you looked at Idia, the blushing mess. “I’m really glad that they are together. They are perfect and cute together. So sweet. I hope that my Hadis likes me as much as he does…” You commented, shutting his computer down, while Idia clenched his fists, knowing that you finally know about his feelings. “Come. We have to go to a party, Idia.” You smiled at the marveled dorm leader. “P-Party?!” Faster than he could expect it, you grabbed his hand in yours, pulling him away from his room towards the garden of the Heartslabyul dorm. “Oh, I like you too, my Hadis.” - “I-I like you too… my Readi.” With the other hand of his, he tried to hide his red face as you chuckled at him, happy that you finally can call him yours.
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sporadiclilbook · 3 years
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Can I request a Claude x reader x Sylvain fic with an s/o who acts coy but is actually scarily perceptive? Like they notice Sylvain's inner turmoil almost right away and they notice the echoes of Claude's trauma in being ostracized and alienated and their care manifests in extremely subtle ways. How would they react once they find out that they're pining for the same person?
I hope ya like this anon! Hoping that this is how you wanted it too. Golden Deer!reader for plot reasons.
Truth of your mask
(Yan!Sylvain x Perceptive!Reader x Yan!Claude)
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You hummed as you walk through the halls of the academy to get to the dining hall. Everything was going normally, nothing much was happening other than getting a new teacher. A former mercenary no less. However you can't seem to read them at all. Not even when you try to talk to the new professor. No smile, no frown or pout. Just.....blank. Usually it was pretty easy considering how most people is full of expression, but your new teacher was like a blank canvas.
It interested you, truly. Perhaps you can continue to observe them and learn a thing or two. You sit down at one of the long dining tables to dig in into your favourite meal. You ate a bit slow considering there was no need to rush. You suddenly heard someone sitting right next to you and immediately knew who it is. "Is there something you need, Sylvain?" You asked as you blow softly on your food to cool it down. "Nothing just checking up on the most attractive person I know."
"Stop it Sylvain, there are lots of other attractive students here too you know....." As you pretended to blush and faced the opposite direction of him a bit. Now you may not be the best with close ranged combat and prefer to strike afar but you admit, you were quite good at intel gathering. Whether it's playing a shy role or feigning ignorance, you think you were quite the expert at it. "No need to be shy now babe, show me that beautiful eyes of yours." Sylvain was a tom fool to you, to think he would easily fall for this act is hilarious to you.
Slowly looking at him, you predicted that he would be wearing that same flirty grin that he always have talking with literally anyone he fancies in the academy. "I-uh....my eyes aren't exactly that extraordinary." You quickly averted back your eyes to your food. Eating it up a bit quicker now. You would have looked at him longer but everytime you do you felt something was off with him. You've seen him flirt around before. His expressions was all the same. It was a typical playboy face. It was different of course when he was alone. There were times when you catch him spending his time in solitary. That's when you notice the pain he has.
It looked like regret and weight of responsibilities. Doesn't help that he is the heir to House Gautier because of his crest. You approached him once, when it was raining, to talk to him a bit. Sure he was annoying at some times but letting him stand there looking so miserable didn't felt right. Of course this doesn't reveal your perceptiveness to him. To most it would look like he had a bad day but to you? You knew he was clinging onto something negative. Something he can't run from.
Ever since that day, he always seemed to make an effort to speak with you. Sometimes Felix or Prince Dimitri will berate him for disturbing a student from another class but there was no real harm, were there. Maybe he just want to make you one of his flings. At least that's what you thought until you see it in his eyes. It was not an usual flirty eyes. It was not lust or some kind of playboyish ones.
It looked like infatuation. Genuine infatuation.
That's when it hits you. It must have been something related to his past. Was he not loved by his family? Is this why he was seeking flings, hoping to finally find the one? Did he decided you were the one simply because you talked to him to ask if he was ok?
Perhaps you were wrong. There are times when your expertise was wrong. Rarely, yes but the chances are not zero. But for now, you will keep him at an arms' length. "Nonsense, your eyes shines brighter than the stars." You smiled sheepishly at him. Not knowing what to respond. He was about to talk more when suddenly a new yet familiar voice join. Your house leader, Claude.
"Well well if it isn't Mr.Smoothtalk, he's not bothering you right (Y/N)? What am I saying of course he is." Claude was like you, observant. But he only looks whats on the surface and not below. But who knows, he was quite eccentric. Maybe he does know you're feigning ignorance. Maybe he doesn't. But then again he would have talk to you about it. He's secretive but sometimes he will overshare his thoughts, ones that has no purposes anyway. You remember the day you enrolled here. Being a citizen of the Alliance automatically sorted you into Golden Deer. He was nice to you. Welcoming you and showing you around. In fact all of the Golden Deer was. Leonie might said something without thinking at times but she would apologise. Raphael was a gentle giant. Hilda was lazy but you reminded her of Marianne and that wanted to make her put in effort.
Claude was always all smiles and schemes. Even so, not even he was immume to you. When you spot him in the crowds of students it was clear as day. He felt isolated. Different. Foreign even. It intrigued you. Why would he felt out of place? Could it be tied to the fact he suddenly show up as the grandson to the leader of the Alliance? As curiosity plagued you, you made an effort to befriend him slowly. Pretending to have problems with class that you known he was good at and even picking up a bow sometimes seeing how his heirloom relic weapon was the bow Failnaught. He learns about you and vice versa. One of his simple mistake was when he invited you for tea.
He served you Almyran tea. He asked what you think of the tea and you just said tea was tea. Just like how people are people. The blend is different but in the end, it's just another beverage. He seemed delighted at your answer and you were delighted at his actions. He was Almyran or half-Almyran. It make sense seeing how Lady Tiana eloped a long time ago. Even after years, people talked about it. You decided to keep it a secret. You didn't really care about his heritage. What only matters to you was bringing back the cat that was killed by curiosity with satisfication.
Oh however. He too, had the same look upon his face. The same as Sylvain's. No one notices it, only you did. From their expression to their subtle acts. How Sylvain's pick up lines sounds like him courting you instead of flirting. Claude subconscious favouritism over you. And it scared you, truly. What were they planning exactly? Does Sylvain needed someone to finally let out his trouble thoughts to? Did Claude wanted to see if he can become vulnerable around you and reveal his secret himself to you? What is their true motives?
"Oh? Hello to you to Mr. House Leader. No need to worry, I'm not bothering them too much." Claude sat to the vacant spot next to you. "Yeah I can see that. But talking to someone who is enjoying a hot meal isn't that nice you know." You continued eating as you ignore their bickering. At least neither of them would talk to you and instead hurled passive-agressive responses to each other. When you finally finished your meal, you stood up. "You're done already (Y/N)? I was hoping I could talk to you a bit but see you at Golden Deer I guess." It was clear as day that Claude specifically said to meet you in class as in a mockery to Sylvain. "U-uh, yeah....see you at class Claude..." With that you returned back to class.
Claude and Sylvain sat together in a tensed silence. But they knew why they were still sitting here. The still noisy atmosphere of the dining hall proved perfect to conceal their conversation. "(Y/N) huh? Not a bad taste but I'm afraid you can't have them." Claude chuckled at Sylvain's statement. "Can't have them? They're in my house. They're Golden Deer not Blue Lions. And you think you have a chance?" Sylvain gritted his teeth at him. "And so? That won't stop me." Claude just shooked his head at him. "Oh Sylvain, maybe if you didn't use all your brains for pick up lines you'd have a great chance. It's unfortunate we liked the same person." Claude smirked at him. He knew the day Sylvain kept pestering you that he was also lovestrucked like he was. But Claude thinks you don't deserve someone like Sylvain. While Sylvain thinks Claude is trying to take advantage over your 'meek' personality. Seeing how schemeful he is.
"Bring it on then, Riegan."
"Don't hold it against me when you lose, Gautier."
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A weather-beaten Journal
The world gone to shit, it has Fallen.
A virus have knocked out most of the humanity and in a bid to survive had to fall into “serfdom".
The monsters starts to live out on Farms, and our favorite have one such farm.
The virus that knocked out humanity have the potential to turn monsters Feral, making them more like beasts than Monsters.
One day a servant finds a red and black journal, stained with yellow spots and smelling vaguely of mustard.
Since she was done with her tasks for today she decided to find a secluded corner and started to read.
Dec 16th, 6 years after the Fall
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My bro got the virus. He have been trying to hide it, trying his best to control himself, but today he lashed out and killed five servants when they got on his nerves. He growled and snarled like a beast, using his fang to tear out the throat of two of them before tearing the other three apart._
It is soulrending to see him act like this. He has already chosen a spot for himself in the barn, making himself a proper den before he loses his mind to his feral side. (There are smudges on a few words, as if tears had fallen while the person were writing it.)
…We are eating lasagna tonight, and it is the tastiest lasagna I have ever eaten. It seems like my bro have suddenly become the perfect chef. Not even Black, the critical fucker were praising the food a lot. Puzzle even said that he could never make a lasagna as good as that.
Skull devoured one and a half himself and pouted like a wounded puppy when he didn’t get any more.
My bro was so proud.
**Dec 20, 6 atf **
He tried to attack Blue today. Went right for his soul. Stretch almost killed him, and I had to beat the fucker until he learned that no one touches my lil’ bro. Blue just brushed it off like the damn tank he is, saying that it was his fault for getting too close to his room.
We had a meeting afterwards. Vanilla said that bro had to stay in the barn from now on. I almost beat the bastard, but I can’t deny it any longer. Edge has turned completely Feral. 
(There are a few more blotches of faded tears on the edge of the page.)
** Dec 22, 6 atf **
The snow falling is nostalgic, although it is white instead of gray like it was Underground. Edge has settled in the pen, only letting me, Papyrus or Puzzle close. Papyrus is a literal ray of sunshine that he somehow tolerates, and he seem almost afraid of Puzzle, even though he is the kindest of them all. 
He seems to remember who we are, but it is if he is more instinct than monster now. No wonder we call it the Feral Virus. Humans often die when they get it, but if they survive they turn immune. 
** Dec 23, 6 atf **
Those fucking slaves. Throwing shit and manure on my bro? They have a fucking death wish.
I now know why my bro always been so nervous around Puzzle. Watching that smiling tall freak cut the throats of those humans like they were cattle shows how different he actually is from Papyrus.
I almost forget how both he and Skull survived a hell that was far worse than me and my bro lived through.
We gave the last slave that acted up, the leader to Edge. It was… liberating watching him play with him like a cat does with a mouse. I made all the servants watch, to show them what happens when they think that our kindness is a sign of weakness.
**Dec 24, 6 atf **
Merry fucking Gyftmas.
** Feb 12, 7 atf **
Black got himself a Pet. A cute little thing with attitude like no other. He seem to enjoy the distraction, and her need for cleanliness around her seem to get his approval.
Heh, he almost tried to kill me when I started to flirt with her. Fine fine, I get it, she is yours you caffeinated, uppity bitch. 
** July 2nd, 7 atf **
Skull is turning Feral. It was hard noticing due to his wound and how quiet he tends to be, but he has become more and more territorial recently, and he even tried to bite Rus when he shortcutted too close to him.
Vanilla and I started looking for a cure the moment Edge started to show symptoms, but we had no headway so far.
**July 4th, 7 atf **
… I saw Puzzle cry in the kitchen last night when I went to look for some mustard. Black was there, trying his best to comfort him.
…I understand how he feels. When I visit my bro it feels like he doesn’t truly recognize me anymore. It hurts my soul.
July 15th, 7 atf
Skull moved into the barn. He took the largest one, as far away from Edge as possible, in order to not start any fights.
Smart of him, because my bro is territorial to a fault.
In other news, my bro has allowed Blue into the pen, and seems to enjoy his company from time to time.
Blue has decided to become the one to care for those that turn Feral, like the fucking goody two shoes he is.
Of course Stretch did not like this, and for the first time I saw them fight, loudly. Stretch hasn’t left the sheep pen in two days since the fight.
Rus and Puzzle delivers food to him, but when they come back they look like he had been mean as fuck to them.
Maybe I should tell Skull that Stretch has been cursing out Puzzle. He hasn’t turned completely Feral yet, and it would be good for the research… and put that lanky fucker down a few pegs….
Fucking Vanilla laughed at the idea, but said it would not be good if Stretch died. I don’t want to take care of the sheep, they freak me out, and Sans is always stuck in his lab, so he can live.
Aug 14th, 7 atf
…I think I am turning Feral.
There is a urge in my mind, like a fire of… something in my mind.
I told Vanilla, and he seemed to age in front of my eyes. He asked me to fight it as long as possible, and write down all the symptoms that I get.
I have already started a separate journal, writing down everything that happens to me.
I hope that it will help in some way at least.
I am going to treat this like a extra long vacation, if anything I will be finally sleeping as much as I want.
Although if Blue tries to do those exercises he does with Edge I will fucking blast him to pieces. 
 sep 3rd, 7 atf 
…I have to move to the barn.
I am nearing my heat, and I almost went after Black’s Pet.
I held myself back before I did anything, with the help of Puzzle distracting me with his talk about food.
The girl is a sweet one, giving Black the peace he needed from that Hell Underground we both have lived through.
I may be a asshole, but I would never hurt his beloved little Pet willingly. Not even I would go so far.
Luckily she sees me like the perverted, teasing other master, and I will make sure that is how she will remember the non feral me.
If you ever read this girlie, know that what I do as a Feral is not the real me. I would never hurt family by my own will.
sep 9th, 7 atf
This will be my last entry in this journal.
I have chosen my pen and renovated it to my liking.
I took the one between my bro and Skull, because I have to be close to my bro, and I don’t mind Skull. 
There is splotches of tears on this page.)I will never admit it, but I am scared of losing myself. What if that vanilla bastard never finds a cure? What if he gives up? What if I hurt anyone? What if I dust myself, or my own brother?
I hope when I return from my “vacation”, it won’t be too far in the future. One of the few perks being a Boss monster, not aging until we die.
Red out, going on vacation.
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It’s a Deal -Ch. 13
Chapter Summary: Old memories come back to you. 
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Words: 3k
Warnings: angsty internal thoughts, no Bucky this chapter.  
A/N: Here it is. I’m sorry I ended up not reblogging all the comments on last chapter before I post this one, but I’ve read and cherish them all, please don’t doubt that. Thank you, incredible Suz, @bucky-the-thigh-slayer you’re a Queen around here. The link to my masterlist, where you can find the other chapters, is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated.
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You bet that if you told anyone about the scene playing out in your apartment right now, people would scoff their asses off at your face: Saturday afternoon, your living room, the Leader of the Avengers Tech Team, the Director of SHIELD – probably the most powerful organization in the world- and one of the scariest, if not the scariest spy to ever walk on earth. All three of you sitting on your carpet, barefeet, wearing tops and tiny shorts due the heat brought by the bright sun slipping through your windows. A big bowl of popcorn in the center and innumerous chocolate bars everywhere. 
Those afternoons with the three of you are a rare event. First, you had your relationship with Eddie to blame, but now it’s mainly due to your work schedules that almost never are in sync, but whenever there’s an opportunity, there you are.
Your phone's message alerts ringing together bursts into the conversation and the three of you grab your devices simultaneously. You were dreading to see what it was, sure it was something from work, but a huge smile widens in your lips at what you see on your screen.
“Jesus…” Nat says, while, laughing, you three turn the screens to one another, confirming you have received the same message. “Bucky’s a lost cause with that cat. That’s the millionth picture I received of her this week. And she’s always doing something extremely exciting like… sleeping.” She rolls her eyes.
“But we have to admit that little asshole is kinda cute,” Sharon comments looking back at her screen and the picture of the, indeed, sleeping cat.
“She is, right?” You agree, with a huge smile on your face. You and Alpine may have had a somewhat rough start, but you can’t help but admit she’s an adorable little jerk who’s just very protective of her human.
“By the way,” Natasha smirks at you, putting her phone back on her pocket, “I had no idea that was what he meant when he said he would romance the shit out of you.”
“It suits perfectly, though,” Sharon comments, shaking her head and laughing with her.
“It does. Shame on me, I should’ve known better.” Nat agrees.  
“He said that?” You ask with peaked interest you try to disguise in the quietness of your tone while you bite the corner of your lips.
The curiosity in the information doesn’t go unnoticed by them, who just snicker at each other. You decide to ignore that.
“The dude is smitten, Y/N, wake the fuck up.” Natasha not so gently throws a popcorn right on your face.
“Hey,” you whine.
“And so is she, giving that little dreamy look on her face. Wake the fuck up indeed.” Sharon sides with Nat with a huff.
“I’ve created two monsters…” Nat comments like you weren’t even in the room, referring to the fact she is the one who brought you two together.
“It’s not like that…” You barge in their little interaction, catching their attention, before folding your legs up and holding your knees, “I mean… yeah, of course… I can’t help having feelings for Bucky, I mean… he’s…” you pause, searching for the right words to describe him, “He’s Bucky.” You shrug… a small smile curling your lips, “He’s Bucky…” you repeat with a sigh while your gaze wanders away…
It’s just you don’t really need anything else to justify why it’s so inevitable to grow feelings for him and your friends catch on to what you mean, because when you look back at them, they both have stupid and dreamily little looks at you… ones that don’t fit to a couple of spies. 
You clear your throat, letting your initial line of thoughts come back to you, “But it’s not that simple… There’s…’ you falter.
“There’s what?” Nat insists, in a kind way.
But “Who” was the more proper pronoun.
“Eddie…” You whisper.
“Argh…” Sharon groans, tilting her face to her side before, looking back at you, “What about Eddie?”
It was just yesterday that you had your little “encounter” with Bucky. You know it was no coincidence he was there, the little shit must’ve tracked you down… but you couldn’t make yourself care about that when it was so amazing… incredible… Not only the fact that he went down on you in such a shameless way and gave you a mind-blowing orgasm, like he always does. It was also the way he spoke to you…his attitude… not really imposing himself… encouraging you to have fun with your friends… no sign of jealousy. It made you feel special and free and… loved. Really loved for who you are and not for who you make yourself to be to please and that is a tremendously powerful feeling.
Still… you have mixed feelings about it all and Eddie is the reason. Being there with him felt familiar and comfortable, but, in some way different… better than before. It makes you think that he really is engaged into finding not just a way back to you, but also a way to make your relationship work and it certainly weighs over your heart.
You tell your friends all of that.
“Did Eddie notice anything?” Nat asks, reaching over for some popcorn.
“I don’t know,” you answer, “He wasn’t at the table when I returned, but he came back shortly, my friends were still talking about it, but we changed to subject once we saw him. The girls didn’t comment anything again, and he acted normal… I guess he didn’t.” You shrug, starting to bite on your nails.
There’s an annoying little feeling rising in you since the night before and, thinking over it, you recognize it as guilt. Guilt for doing that with Bucky while Eddie was there in Club, guilt for not being bothered by Bucky’s presence, while, at least initially, you were bothered by Eddie’s, guilty for enjoying that Bucky was the one who actively made a move when Eddie didn’t, for missing him more than you missed Eddie, for feeling more positively about his change of mind than Eddie’s, for wanting Bucky more…
Guilt because you know you’re falling for him. For Bucky. And there’s little you can do to stop it.
“What is it?” Sharon asks, tightening her lips and nodding at where you’re chewing your nails.
You promptly stop, bringing your hands to around your knees again, “I guess I wasn’t expecting either of them there.” You decide not to share your most recent thoughts with them.
“You know why both of them were there. It was definitely not a coincidence.” Nat reminds you.
“I know… but it's ok, they were polite...” You brush it off but add, quickly, fighting back a smile at the memories that flashes in your mind, “In their own way.”
“Polite? Even when Bucky had his face up your pussy?” Sharon teases, not letting that one go, and making you give in and let out a laugh while you hide your face with your hands for a moment.
“I was pretty excited to find out he was there, actually,” you admit and their faces light up, which you assume is prompted by your own expression. “It was a thrilling sensation… I can’t quite explain.”
“He really is in love with you…Bucky…” Nat tightens her lips and tilts her head.
You sigh, looking back at her, “I know…” You admit.
They both keep waiting for you to say something else but you don’t know what you could say. No… as a matter of fact, you do. You’re just not ready to put your thoughts out in the world. At first, you had your doubts if what Bucky was feeling was really that deep… but now… something has changed. You believe him. You really do. And you know you’re falling for him, too, but…
Eddie was the one you wanted for so long… you’ve made so many plans with him… Long term plans. You used to see yourself growing old with him and that’s an image that still somehow haunts your feelings. And now… the fact that guilt surrounds the feelings arising for Bucky inside you makes you feel like a cheater. You didn’t feel that when it was just sex, but now you do. And you’re damn scared.
What if you surrender to your feelings now and go to Bucky and then comes a day you’ll realize that you were wrong and Eddie will still be the one you really want? You wanted him for so long… can that really have changed? How can one let go of that feeling, that certainty of being right for each other, without being afraid of doing the wrong thing? And if that happens, if you do the wrong thing now, you will eventually hurt Bucky and that’s definitely the last thing you want.
That’s fucked up and you know it. But it’s what you’re feeling.
You keep it to yourself, though.  
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It’s a few hours after the girls left your place, you take a refreshing and long bath and are about to put on a movie to relax a bit more for the rest of the evening. Maybe that way you can put your thoughts and feelings in order.
That duality of emotions is crushing your mind. You wanted some time alone and you had that… now, you can’t help the feeling that you need to come to a decision, a conclusion of some sort, you just can’t keep pushing it further. For better or for worse. Or you will lose your mind soon.
A comfort movie is in order for all the thinking you need to do, so you set “The Prisoner of Azkaban” on your TV before you head to the kitchen. You’re still pretty full of all the junk food the three of you made a feast of the whole afternoon, so you decide to prepare just an old recipe of peach iced tea your mom has taught you. Perfect for the hot weather, too.
You’ve just added the ice in the jar when your intercom rings. You frown wondering who could that be and check your phone for any missed calls or messages, finding none before answering the intercom.
“Yeah? Oh… no, yeah, sure, come up.” You press the button to let him in. Your heart beats just slightly faster, wondering what could he possibly be doing there.
“Hi,” he greets, once you open the door after he pressed the ringer.
“Hi,” you answer, and without even thinking, just keep staring at him, blocking his way into your apartment while he stands at your door, holding a big box in his hands.
“Can I come in?” He asks, when you say nothing else.  
“Oh, yeah, of course, sorry.” You step aside, allowing Eddie to walk into your living room with a tight smile on his lips.  
“Please,” you gesture towards your sofa and he nods, walking with you over there, “I was about to pour me some iced tea, would you like some?” You offer, tentativeness still present in your tone, while the big box secured in his hands grasps your attention for a second.   
“Your mom’s recipe?” He asks, his whole face lightening up as he takes his seat.
You chuckle and nod.
“Oh, hell yeah, then.”
You take just a little longer than you actually need to fix the tea for the two of you in the kitchen. For some reason, his presence, after the night before, what you did with Bucky and after you coming to terms that you are, indeed, growing feelings for the other guy… it just unsettles you.
After taking a deep breath or two, you come back to the living room. Some small conversation ensues while you take a seat by his side and you two drink from the tea you’ve just prepared.
“Ahm…What’s that?” At some point you give in to the curiosity and nod towards the box now on your center table.
He smiles, before placing his cup on your table and taking the box in his hands. He shifts on the sofa, making room for placing it on one of the cushions between the two of you. “I was taking a look at it at home earlier, it just… I couldn’t help myself… and decided to come by to show you.”
When he opens the lid, placing it aside, you take in the contents, which makes your heart beat a bit funny at the surprise. You recognize pictures of the two of you, letters, a few souvenirs… All of them represent a memory of your relationship.   
“Oh…” you say. You know all that stuff had been stashed in some place, but you never knew he had taken them with him once he moved out.
“Yeah…” Eddie brushes the back of his neck, peering at you from beneath his lashes, “I guess I really wasn’t that confident about my decision when I left…” he shrugs, looking down at the box again, “I just couldn’t leave it behind.”
You give him a tightened and brief smile, before placing your teacup on the table and starting to fumble through the items inside the box. You let out a breathy laugh when you find a picture of the day you two have met… he had founded a study group on advanced software creating techniques and you were the only one to show up.
“Oh my God…” you laugh.
“Yeah… what a couple of nerds,” Eddie chuckles, looking at the picture.
He helps you through the shuffling when you go through some more pictures from college, his family, your family… the day you two closed the deal to buy the apartment… the letter you received when you were both accepted in the Avengers tech team…
You feel the tears gathering in your eyes before they start silently rolling down your cheeks… It’s a weird sensation, it’s like meeting with an old part of yourself, an old friend. One that has never really left, but you almost don’t recognize anymore… leading to a nostalgic and longing feeling.
They’re all good memories stashed on that box… of course… you guess no one is really keen to proposedly keep a souvenir from the bad ones… but that’s not on what your focus lays right now.  Your attention is caught by a particular thing from the box. A small gasp escapes your lungs at the sight.
You look up at Eddie, whose eyes have been intensely trained on you, before you grab the object in your hands.
It’s a scrapbook you two have made through college years. While you silently and carefully go through the pages your life passes in front of your eyes. Movie and concert tickets… more pictures… a few drawings… software ideas you had together… little notes you’ve written to each other… and then, on the very last couple of pages, there they are.
You remember them. The day you two decided to write a letter to each other, telling how you wanted your future to be.
You roam your fingers through the frayed papers… you don’t have to read them again to know what’s there. You remember. Without knowing, in the end you two had written the exact same thing in both letters… among other small stuff, you two wrote you wanted a kick ass job, live in the city in an apartment of your own… and stay together forever.
Your watery gaze follows when Eddie slides down to the floor and kneels before you, taking your hands in his, “I meant every word then and I still do,” he says, softly, staring deeply into your eyes, “I can’t see my future without you… I just can’t.” He shakes his head, before it drops.
You see how his lips twist before he looks up at you again, with a saddened look on his face, “I know how that guy makes you feel…”
Your body freezes just as your heart does and you feel the precise moment when it splits in two. That heavy sensation comes back to your chest when the image of Bucky pops into your mind and suddenly there are two lives running before your eyes. One there, with Eddie, with everything you've ever dreamed of… the other running straight into Bucky's arms and leaving all of that behind.
And you know there's only one right for you.
You're brought back to reality by the sound of Eddie's voice.
 “I- I know about what happened last night, I, ahm, I’ve heard the girls…” he stammers but holds his hold on your hands when you shift on your seat and he senses your discomfort. “No… it’s ok. “I know it’s new… it’s exciting…” he continues, nodding and hastily licking his lips, “And you deserve to explore that. You do… it’s ok.” He puts on a small smile, “But I want you to know that I’m here. I’m waiting for you. I’m waiting for us… for our future. No matter how long it takes. How much fun you need to have with that guy before you realize what I already know.” He smiles wider, “Because I know you and I are it. We’ve always been it.”
You’re frowning while looking down at him. His words making their way into your senses.  
You free one hand of his secured hold to reach over and cup his smiling face.
He leans into your touch.
You make a decision. 
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Grand Festival Showdown
The Miraculous gang as Pokemon trainers. All of them are the same, but their dreams have all been modified to include pokemon. Kagami, Kim, Alix, and Ivan are all battlers. Marinette, Adrien, Luka, Nino, Chloe, Nathaniel, and Lila all do contests. Juleka, Rose, and Mylene all do showcases. This all takes place in the Sinnoh Region.
Includes my favorite Lila Salt as well as Alya Salt.
My original characters are included in this story as well. Lyon being a champion grand coordinator, Vallia being a pokemon nurse in training, Apollo is a contest contestant, Mason being a gym leader, and Lena is a friend to the twins.
This is a long one, about 6000 words, so buckle up people.
*****
If there was one thing that Adrien loved, it was competing in pokemon contests. Since his father usually forced him to model for his fashion company, he appreciated the beauty that he saw in the pokemon that his father made matching outfits of for the photoshoots. And from watching the Pokemon League on television, he definitely also knew that they had power. So contests were the perfect blend of how he saw pokemon as the beautiful and powerful creatures that they were.
Not that his father even knew that he participated in them. Gabriel Agreste wanted his son to be a proper heir to Gabriel Pokemon Fashion. And that did not include anything involving contests, battles, or even showcases. He forced him to do all kinds of photoshoots, had him model with humans and pokemon alike, not to mention the fact that he would not have gotten his starter pokemon had he not sneaked out of the house. But he did it anyway, and his adorable Turtwig had managed to evolve into a Torterra.
But if there was one mistake that Gabriel made, it was letting him have lots of privacy. There may be cameras outside his bedroom door, but none inside of his room. That certainly helped when he had to sneak out to meet his friends, capture more pokemon, train his pokemon, or compete in a contest that was nearby. Plus, he also was able to sneak away to contests that were in the same town as a photoshoot that he was doing. He just had to lie and say that he was staying in his hotel room for a few hours. His life may have been mostly controlled, but that did not mean he was not sneaky when he was getting what he wanted.
Since contests were televised, he did have to keep his father from finding out. So he donned a disguise. He became Cat Noir, a mysterious pokemon contest prodigy that no one knew the real name of.
Only three people knew about his second life as Cat Noir. His best friend Kagami, who shared the same type of sheltered life as he did but she preferred battles to contests, and his other two friends Lyon and Marinette. Lyon is one half of a set of twins, his sister currently working under a Nurse Joy in order to become a pokemon doctor, and he was already a top coordinator back in his home region of Kalos. Marinette is a coordinator like him and also came from the Kalos region like Lyon, but she is usually shy and also has desires to become a pokemon fashion designer.
He had met Kagami during one of the social events they were both forced to attend by their parents. They got along great and both had the same desire to be free. If they were in the same town, which happened more often than one would think, they would often use each other as an excuse to sneak away for a gym battle, contest, or training with their pokemon. He met Lyon by chance when he had been training and his Turtwig almost hit the Top Coordinator with a razor leaf gone wild. Lucky for him that Lyon was a lot more down-to-earth than one would expect from a person with as much success as him while he was so young. Marinette, being a fellow coordinator, had been at a contest which she had lost to him. She had seen him take off his Cat Noir mask and recognized him from his father's magazines. She had been a great friend to him and understood why he used the mask.
There were few things that could actually make him smile so carefree other than contests. His constant photoshoots, dealing with stuck-up models, and his seemingly careless father did not make him smile that way. He hated modeling and even though he loved being all the pokemon that he modeled with, he wanted to see pokemon just as free as he wanted to be. He wanted to be famous for working hard like legendary trainers Ash Ketchum, Gary Oak, and Steven Stone. Or coordinators like Fantina, Wallace, and Zoey.
But he was now was at the top pokemon contest of the Sinnoh region. The Grand Festival. He had earned his ribbons and now Cat Noir was at his first Grand Festival. What he looked forward to most of all was that he knew that Kagami was going to be in the audience, Lyon was a special guest, and that Marinette was also competing.
He did not like the idea that he might have to battle his friend at some point, but these things do tend to happen. Especially since he was also aware that other friends of his had also made it to the Grand Festival. They had all attended the same pokemon school before it was time for their journeys to begin. He knew his friends Luka, Nathaniel, and his childhood friend Chloe were also all competing.
So, he was just getting ready backstage before all of them would have their qualifying performances before the battle rounds started. He was in his Grand Festival outfit of a black suit with green details, a black and green coat with a cape-like back, shiny green dress shoes, "cat claw" gloves, his signature cat-eye mask, and fake black cat ears on his head.
"My, my, don't you look fancy," Adrien heard near him.
The model almost jumped out of his skin but calmed down when he saw that it was just Lyon. And from looking at him, he definitely saw why people called him the White Wolf.
Lyon was in an icy outfit that almost gave him the illusion of having his own ice powers. He had on a fancy white vest over a blue short-sleeve silk shirt. It matched the white pants that he wore with his shin-high blue boots. He also wore a white hooded cloak with snowflake designs all over it. On his lower arms were silver arm-band bracelets with snowflake and wolf designs on them. His midnight-black hair also had fake wolf ears in it.
"Oh, Lyon," Adrien let himself breathe again. "For a second, I thought my identity had been discovered."
"Well, you may need to get a little better at hiding when you change," Lyon chuckled. "If you win and become Top Coordinator, the press will be even more ruthless with trying to find out your identity."
"I deal with the press on a regular basis already, Lyon," Adrien reminded him.
"Yeah, but I can tell you from experience that when it comes to being a Top Coordinator, people pay more attention to us," Lyon said.
"Well, I can see why that would happen with you," Adrien not-so-subtly flirted with him.
"Careful, kitty," Lyon teased him. "Wouldn't want the wolf to eat the cat before his big performance."
Adrien chuckled, always having liked how they could always joke around with their chosen performer names of cat and wolf. There were so few people that he could act like himself around and he certainly enjoyed Lyon's company.
"So, you here as just a special guest or also as a surprise judge," Adrien asked him.
"My dear Cat Noir, now that would be telling," Lyon smirked as he teased the teen coordinator.
"Oh, thank Arceus that I found you," they both heard a female voice.
They both turned and saw Marinette running toward them. Lyon recognized her from pictures that Adrien had sent him and of course, Adrien would recognize his best friend even if she was decked out in her Grand Festival dress. Probably a dress of her own design as well.
She was in a beautiful dress that was in a ladybug design with a little pink mixed in. It was a knee-length dress that was mostly red with black spots all over it. Under it was a crinoline that was colored pink that helped her dress by more poofy. The sleeves of her dress were elegant bell sleeves that ended at her elbows and lower arms instead of her wrists. Her hair was also extended and placed into a long ponytail coming from the top of the back of her head with roses tied where the ponytail started. On her feet were red wedge-heel boots that went up to her knees.
"How you can run in those heels is beyond me," Lyon said.
"Especially given that one of the first things that you told me about yourself was that you are extremely clumsy," Adrien added.
"Well, I was running with a purpose," Marinette said.
"That purpose being to find one of us if what you had said means anything," Lyon says.
"It's about Adrien, or rather Cat Noir really," Marinette said.
"Oh, great," Adrien sighed, having expected the fame of his mysterious identity to cause some type of drama at the Grand Festival.
"Do you remember when I was telling you about that liar, Adrien," Marinette asked him.
"Yeah," Adrien nodded. "Lila is what you told me her name was. The girl that lies with every breath she takes and has an ego bigger than a Wailord."
"Well, she somehow got her five ribbons and is going around telling people that she knows who you are," Marinette tells her friend.
"What," Adrien's eyes widen.
"Not just that," Marinette continued. "She is also saying that she is dating you and you're apparently head over heels for her."
Adrien could not help but facepalm when he heard that.
"Here comes the headache that I did not know was going to happen," he groaned.
"Here's some aspirin," Marinette gave Adrien the medicine. "I thought that if the liar managed to get here, I would need some myself. I've already had three headaches because of her. And that is just today."
"Am I missing something," Lyon asked.
"Yes," Adrien said before popping the medicine into his mouth.
Marinette rolled her eyes as she took the liberty of explaining.
"Lila Rossi is a pathological liar that I ran into after I won my first two contests," she says. "At first, I had believed her tall tales until she said that she knew the designer for Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale."
"MDC," Lyon raised an eyebrow. "As such a private designer, I highly doubt that a random girl would know her. Especially if she is bragging about it to anyone that will listen to her."
Marinette nodded. "Exactly. So I then immediately knew that Lila was nothing but a liar. Especially since she said that MDC is a boy when anyone with common sense, and access to the internet, know that MDC's only given clue to who she is that she is a she."
"Yet, people actually believe her," Lyon put a hand on his hip.
"As I said, she is a pathological liar," Marinette says. "One that uses people's knowledge to make her lies sound realistic. Like how my friend Rose is friends with Prince Ali, and my boyfriend Luka is Jagged Stone's son, and even how Adrien is Cat Noir. Lila uses people's own experiences to give her lies credibility. Like a situation of 'if I can know celebrities then so can she."
"Weirdly enough, I can see how that makes sense," Adrien said.
"What can we do about her," Lyon asked. "Can we just have Adrien call her out as Cat Noir?"
"Since Adrien has to keep his identity a secret, she could just pull out another lie about him protecting her or that they got into a fight," Marinette said. "It's how she explained when MDC posted on social media that she had never met Lila before."
"This is gonna be a disaster, isn't it," Adrien guessed. "There is no way someone like how you describe Lila would go down without a fight."
"She may be lying, but won't she lie herself into a corner," Lyon asked. "Especially if 'Cat Noir' actually does enter a relationship."
"The problem is the damage that she can cause along the way," Marinette said.
"Trust me, I was on your train of thought as well until Marinette explained things more to me," Adrien said. "Lila is not just lying about herself, she is also lying about what she can do for others. Saying that she can put a good word in for people to get certain jobs, internships, or futures in careers that they want. When it actually comes time for them to her to fulfill those promises, a lot of people will be met with disappointment. Plus, with her promising these things, they will not apply to other jobs, colleges, or internships on their own. It would take a long time for them to recover from her lies."
"I see," Lyon understood what they meant. "Guess this just gives me more reasons to not come out in public more if I have to deal with people like her."
"She hasn't happened to make any lies about Lyon, has she," Adrien asked Marinette.
"Well, she apparently was trained in the art of contests by Lyon and was supposedly the muse that inspired him to chose his 'White Wolf' look," Marinette said.
"And... now I have a headache," Lyon pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Here you go," Marinette handed the top coordinator some aspirin.
"Thank you," he took it immediately.
Adrien had known Lyon for quite a while now. Lyon had come from a rich family just like he did. But while he had been almost forced to model, Lyon's parents let him choose his own path. He was known for being the youngest ever grand coordinator out there. But since he had met him, Adrien also knew that Lyon generally was very humble and kind, but was basically an ice prince to anyone that tries to use him for their own gain.
So if Lila was not in trouble before, she sure was going to be now that Lyon knew about her lying about him. And that was troubling enough without Lyon's twin sister, Vallia, hearing about this. She might have the nickname of the Flower Princess and might be trying to become a Pokemon doctor, but that did not mean she was not dangerous on the battlefield.
"If she is still telling lies, I am guessing that she still has her regular audience," Adrien looks at Marinette again.
She nodded sadly. "Alya is still her most loyal sheep and there are also a lot of other friends of ours that are under her spell as well."
Lyon looked at the two with a raised eyebrow, silently asking for more details.
"There are times where I can escape photoshoots even if I do not have a contest to sneak off to," Adrien explained. "I would meet up with Marinette as much as I could and she introduced me to a lot of her friends. I have especially gotten along well with Nino, Kim, Juleka, and Marinette's boyfriend Luka."
"And before Lila came along, my friend Alya was my best friend," Marinette said. "I went to our town pokémon school with them before we all started our journeys. But when Lila showed up with all of her tall tales and false promises, they follow her like sheep following their shepherd. Most of my old class is under her spell. Only Adrien, myself, Luka, Kim, Juleka, and our other friends Nathaniel, Marc, and Kagami know that she is nothing but a liar."
"Alya used to be a reporter hopeful," Adrien tells Lyon. "She ran a very popular blog about up-and-coming battlers and coordinators. But then Lila came along with her tales and now most of Alya's blog is about her. She basically takes Lila's words as gospel and attacks anyone that so much as even hints that they think that Lila is anything less than a perfect angel."
"Wow," Lyon gasped. "This girl sounds worse than an angry Darkrai, and you never want to run into one of those."
"Yeah, Lila is a piece of work," Adrien sighed. "She really needs to be silenced before her tales get someone into trouble."
"Yeah," Marinette said. "She has been saying how Jagged Stone wrote a song about her and that Clara Nightingale stole dance moves from her. Those types of lies can ruin their careers."
"Well, I have no secret identity," Lyon says. "She won't be able to lie her way out of me saying that I have no idea who she is."
"Just be careful how you explain how you heard about her lies," Adrien warned him. "Lila has been trying to turn people against Marinette because she knows about her lies. At a few past contests that I had won, I heard a few other coordinators insulting her all because of lies that Lila told about her."
Lyon looked disgusted by the behavior. Coordinators and battlers were both very large families. Yes, there were some bad seeds in each family, but this girl was something way beyond a bad seed. How can one person just be such a selfish liar that she is willing to ruin another person's life just because they did not believe their lies?
But before they could continue their conversation, an announcement was made over the backstage speakers. It was for the coordinators that were competing to get ready since the first round was going to be starting soon.
"Just do your best, you two," Lyon tells them. "And if that liar gives you any trouble, she won't be much of an issue for much longer."
With a "Whoosh" of his cloak, Lyon left to go down the hallway. He had his own business at the Grand Festival that he needed to take care of before he would be able to help his friends.
"He always did like to make dramatic exits," Adrien chuckled.
"I just hope we actually won't have to deal with Lila for much longer," Marinette says.
The two of them went the opposite way down the hall, to the locker room where the contestants have to stay when they are not on stage. Adrien went to the side and leaned against the wall to keep up his appearance of the mysterious and quiet Cat Noir. Looking around the room, he noticed some familiar faces. Like Marinette had gone to stand next to her boyfriend, and fellow coordinator, Luka. There was also her friend Nathaniel and his boyfriend Marc along with her former friend Nino, Alya's boyfriend. Adrien also noticed his childhood friend Chloe as well and, unfortunately, Lila.
Soon, on the screens, appeared Marian, the usual contest announcer for Sinnoh. And from the audience that was seen in the background, Adrien could make out Kagami in the crowd as well as Alya. He was surprised to see Kagami there, but it was a very welcome surprise.
"Welcome, everyone to the beautiful waterside town of Lake Valor for this year's Grand Festival," she announced into her mic, making the crowd cheer. "Sixty talented coordinators from all over the Sinnoh region have joined us here to perform and battle their way into becoming the newest Top Coordinator!"
"And that will be me," was muttered all around the locker room, from confident and cocky contestants.
"Over the next few days, these talents coordinators will perform and battle their way into being named the next Top Coordinator," Marian continued. "The first stage is the Performance Stage, where our contestants will show off the beauty of their pokémon and their moves in double performances. After this stage, we will boil down our contestants to the lucky thirty-two for the Battle Stage where they will fight in double battles to win the chance to be named Top Coordinator."
"We got this, Torterra," Adrien whispered to the Pokeball in his hand.
"And to help us, let me introduce our judges," Marian continued again. "First is the Chief of the Pokémon Activities Committee, our head judge, Mr.Contesta."
"I look forward to watching all these coordinators doing their very best," the judge said as the spotlight shined down on him.
"Next is the President of the Pokémon Fan Club, Mr.Sukiza," Marian introduced.
"Remarkable," the next judge used his catchphrase.
"And, of course, Nurse Joy," Marian announced. "She is a very special guest all the way from the Kanto region."
The spotlight shined down on the pokemon nurse.
"It's an honor to be here and to help judge these amazing contestants, I called my sisters from Pewter City and Cerulean City."
Two more Nurse Joy seemed to materialize from behind her.
"We're very happy to be here," they all said at once.
"And last, but definitely not the least, our guest judge," Marian announces, making the crowd and contestants curious as to who it might be. "He is the youngest ever Top Coordinator of three regions and has graced us with his presence from all the way in Kalos. He's known as the White Wolf, it's Lyon Garden!"
A fourth spotlight shined down and Lyon was presented, making the crowd erupt into cheers.
Adrien was both shocked and not shocked at the same time. He figured that Lyon was here for a reason, but he suspected that it was for a guest performance, not as a judge. But he did smirk as he saw Lila pale a little at the sight of one of the people that she lied about.
"Ladies and gentlemen, coordinators of all ages," Lyon says. "I hope to see plenty of creativity, skill, passion, and most of all, I want to see good sportsmanship. I wish you all the luck in the world, but I will still tell you the cold hard truth about everything you and your pokemon do."
Adrien chuckled under his breath. Lyon would always be Lyon, and that meant that the Ice Prince, which all of their friends called him, would come out every now and again.
"The performance stage will be divided into three separate stages," Marian announced as all three male judges went to a separate stage with one of the Nurse Joy's. "Blue, green, and red. And the performances will be happening simultaneously. Let's get this first round started!"
The crowd cheered. In the locker room, the three first contestants were called out for each of the stages.
Adrien certainly got the meaning of the three stages. It was an extra challenge to be able to do a proper performance when there were two others happening at the same time. It was all about being able to focus on what you were doing and not get overwhelmed.
As the performances started and coordinators showed off their skills, Adrien definitely saw a few that would be his main competition. Such as when Luka took his turn on the blue stage, he did a very enchanting performance with his Sunflora and ghost-type Oricoro. As Marinette has told him, Luka loves music and almost always includes sound in his performances. And as he heard the sound and saw the glowing musical notes of Luka's performance, he knew that boy was going to be a challenging opponent.
There was also Nathaniel and Marc. They worked on a pokemon comic book together, so both of their creative and artistic skills showed in their performances. And it was also an amazing sight to see how Nathaniel had a rare Phione that he paired with his Piplup for his performance was stunning aquatic moves. And Marc was definitely no slouch as he gave an incredible display of nature with his Meganium and Cherubi.
But that was to say that there were not some fails as well.
Sadly, this list of fails included Nino. Adrien might have once called him a friend, but that certainly stopped when the guy started believing Lila's lies about Marinette. And by how badly he failed his performance, Adrien had to guess that Nino had probably taken some of Lila's "advice" about what he should do. It certainly was not a good look to the green stage judges when his Buizel went flying back from a Will-O-Wisp from his Drifblim was too powerful for the combo he was trying to do.
When Marinette got her turn on the red stage, Adrien was proven right when he had guessed that she would do a flawless performance. It was an amazing combination of her icy Amaura with her beautiful Vivillon. Especially when she had beautiful glowing snowflakes falling all over the stage with a combination of icy wind and silver wind followed by a morning sun.
Plus, it was certainly nice to see Lila so angry over Marinette having done nothing wrong in her performance one bit.
But even Adrien had to admit that even though he hated Lila as a person, she did pretty well during her own performance. Sure, her combo moves were a little predictable with the pokemon that she chose, but they still worked out in the end for her. But Adrien had a feeling that like the liar that she was, she was probably just using combo moves that she has seen in the past and using them herself but with different pokemon so that it is not obvious that she is just a copycat.
Then, Cat Noir was called for the blue stage. Adrien took a deep breath as he went out toward the stage. He passed Marinette on his way and she gave him an encouraging hug. He knew that Lyon was the judge for the blue stage along with the main Nurse Joy guest judge from Kanto. But he knew that Lyon would not judge him any easier just because they were friends. If anything, he'd be judged harder since Lyon knows how hard he had trained for this.
"And next on the blue stage is the talk of the Grand Festival," he heard Marian announce. "A masked coordinator that has been taking the contest world by storm. The pokemon contest prodigy himself, Cat Noir."
There was loud cheering as he ran out there and pulled out his pokeballs.
"Torterra, Togekiss, claws out," he threw their pokeballs into the air with his signature catchphrase.
With the star sticker on both the pokeballs, both of the pokemon came out in a swirl of stars. Most would doubt using a pokemon as big and tough-looking as Torterra for the Performance Stage, but Adrien was not most people.
Togekiss lands gracefully on the tree of Torterra's shell. There was a reason why Togekiss were known as some of the most graceful pokemon in the world.
"Togekiss, sky attack. Torterra, leaf storm," Adrien commanded.
Togekiss shined with a white aura as it slowly floated into the air. But at the same time, Torterra's tree let out its storm of leaves and green wind. Since Togekiss was right on the tree, as it flew into the air, the storm swirled around it and followed it. The leaves and window giving off an incredible light that was a result of the combo of the light of the sky attack with the flow of the leaf storm. Togekiss then flew higher into the air.
"Safeguard," Adrien commanded.
Togekiss then unleashed the blue and sea green force field that the protection move grants. It caused the sky attack and the leaf storm to disperse in a gorgeous flash of light.
Lyon and Nurse Joy both looked impressed by how he so effortlessly made a beautiful start to his performance.
"Torterra, sunny day. Togekiss, aerial ace," Adrien commanded.
Torterra's tree glowed with sunlight as it then threw a ball of light into the air. It headed right toward Togekiss as it was surrounded by streams of white energy as it flew around to use its move. The sunny day move was hit by Togekiss, resulting in a bright flash of light.
And the crowd and judges and fellow contestants gasped as Togekiss emerged from the light. The aerial ace and sunny day had merged together and had created a stunning rainbow trail that followed it as it flew around the stage. It was one of the most stunning things ever seen in a contest in ages.
Togekiss then did an aerial twirl before landing right back on Torterra's tree and causing the rainbow trail to burst into rainbow-colored sparkles that fell all over the stage.
Adrien took a bow as his performance ended. The crowd and judges were all on their feet as they gave him a giant round of applause. Lyon caught his eye and gave him a look filled with pride and congratulations.
"I don't think I have ever seen a performance like that," Lyon says, doing his judging. "A true mastery of both the power of a Torterra and the elegance of a Togekiss. Truly the best performance I have seen in a long time."
"It was indeed incredible," Nurse Joy added her judging. "To combine two pokemon so different from each other and making them work in such harmony really is a breathtaking piece of art."
Adrien could not be prouder of himself as he returned Torterra and Togekiss to their pokeballs and then started to walk back to the locker room. He was about halfway there when Marinette basically tackled him with a hug.
"I have never seen anything like that," she practically yelled in excitement. "You're Torterra was so well-trained and Togekiss was beautiful. I will never know where you get your time to train performances like that, but that was so awesome."
Adrien chuckled at the enthusiasm of his friend.
"Thanks, Marinette," he said. "I loved your performance as well. Those snowflakes were such works of art and they were almost like fairies floating around the stage."
Marinette blushed at the compliment.
"Thanks," she smiled. "I knew that ice moves and flying-type moves are usually a good mix, so when you add in the light from the silver wind, it creates the snowflakes."
"I just know that I will see you in the finals," Adrien grinned at her. "I may not want to beat you, but I'm going to."
"In your dreams, kitty," Marinette giggled as she knew that it would be one hell of a showdown.
"Get your hands off of Lila's man, Mari-brat," a female voice was heard.
"And, here we go again," Marinette groaned.
Marinette turned around as Adrien looked at who was yelling. It seems that Alya was as much of Lila's attack Growlith now as she always seems to be since the liar showed up in their lives. And it looked like Lila was fake crying behind her while Nino was trying to comfort her.
"Uh... who are you," Adrien asked.
Now, Adrien had done some voice acting for a few movies that his dad wanted him to do. So, he was a pretty good actor. Adrien might know who Alya is, but Cat Noir has never met her before.
Alya looked at Adrien, smiling at him. But he could still see the rage in her eyes over something that Lila probably lied about. This was probably about the lies about him dating Lila with the liar probably also throwing in some other lies to make Marinette look even worse.
"Oh, I guess Lila never mentioned me," Alya said. "I'm Alya, your girlfriend's best friend."
"Uh... And who is..." Adrien tried to reveal Lila as a liar.
"Oh, don't worry about lying to protect her," Alya interrupted him, proving that they were right about how Lila would lie her way out of Cat Noir saying that he did not know her. "But I should warn you that this girl that you're talking to is nothing but a giant bully."
"Excuse me," Adrien had to stop himself from snapping at Marinette's former best friend.
"She is nothing but a bully, liar, and cheat," Alya glared at Marinette. "She is always bullying Lila and trying to steal her pokemon. She always calls Lila a liar when she is no such thing. Plus, she drugs all her pokemon to make sure her performances are good. Plus, she steals Lila's contest ideas. So, get your hands off of Lila's boyfriend, Mari-brat."
"You know, Luka used to tell me that you're heart song screamed that you were a bad friend," Marinette crossed her arms. "I did not believe him, but I will never doubt him ever again since you have ditched me for a liar."
"SEE," Alya yelled as she looked at Adrien and pointed at Marinette as if she had just been proven right. "She just called Lila a liar. She is a total bully."
"Well, she obviously is..." Adrien was interrupted again but by a different person this time.
"Hello, kitty," Lyon says as he approached the group.
"Wolfie," Adrien was immediately back in a good mood as he saw his friend.
"I have a reward for you for such an incredible performance," Lyon said.
Before Adrien could ask, he was suddenly kissed by Lyon. But the shock soon wore off as he melted into the kiss.
Marinette looked ready to burst in excitement as her ship has finally sailed. But she did now owe Luka a batch of his favorite caramel and chocolate scones since he had bet her that the two would get together at the Grand Festival while she thought it would happen after it. But she did not care.
Alya looked ready to burst in anger. Lila looked like she wanted to either cry more fake tears or just throw a monster tantrum. Nino just stood there with his mouth hanging open.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF ARCEUS ARE YOU DOING," Alya screamed.
That made them break apart from the kiss. But Lyon just put his arm around Adrien's waist.
"I believe that I was kissing my boyfriend," Lyon said. "We've had to keep it secret because of the media, but we've been together a few months."
Adrien and Marinette both knew that he was lying, but they did not care. Besides, this was to both expose Lila and have an excuse to start dating.
"You've been cheating on your girlfriend for that long," Alya continued to scream.
Lila then chose to speak up, also choosing to fake cry.
"How could you do this to be, Noir," she cried to fake tears.
"Oh, so this is the girl that you were warning me about, Marinette," Adrien decided to join Lyon in his act. "The one that was going around and saying that I was dating her?"
"Yep, that's her," Marinette played along as well.
"Well, then," Adrien started, facing Alya. "As I was about to tell you, I do not have a girlfriend. I never have and I never will. As you can plainly see, I am gay and I have a wonderful boyfriend."
"Lila is not a liar," Alya continued to scream. "You're just a cheater that is trying to make her look bad."
"Wow, this girl is a piece of work," Lyon rolled his eyes.
"You should be ashamed of yourself," Alya yelled at Lyon. "She was the one that gave you the inspiration to be the White Wolf and you trained her to be a coordinator. How could you betray her like this?!?"
"Her? Inspire me? As if," Lyon gave Alya an icy glare. "This is the first day that I have ever met this girl. I became the White Wolf because my sister used to call me a wolf because of how loyal I am to my friends and family. They also all call me the Ice Prince, so White Wolf was born out of my two childhood nicknames."
"You need better friends since Marinette is most definitely is right," Adrien said. "This Lila girl is, most definitely, nothing but a liar."
"Let's go before our IQ gets any lower from being around a liar and her loyal sheep," Lyon held Adrien's hand as the three of them left. "And if someone is accusing you of drugging your pokemon, Marinette, I will lend you my family lawyers to sue that liar for slander."
Marinette wanted to laugh so hard as she saw the look of horror on Lila's face as they passed. She did start laughing once they were out of earshot.
"This is turning into the best day of my life," Marinette looked so happy.
"You're welcome," Lyon smirked.
"Won't you now get accused of favoritism when Lila will probably spread that you two are 'together' as revenge," Marinette asked Lyon.
"Everyone saw Adrien's performance, so I doubt that will happen," Lyon was confident.
"Okay," Marinette accepted that. "Also, it is about time you two got together. Adrien's had a crush on you forever."
"MARINETTE," Adrien yelled as he blushed.
All Marinette did in response was smirk and giggle.
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undercover-trio · 3 years
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De request
Hi! Could I ask for HCs for jealous Team RWBY + Nora (or only team rwby if it's too much) with a flirty and popular female reader? Where reader is popular with girls.
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Yus you can, also sorry for the wait, I had to take a small break from writing
I be tired
Also don’t mind I listed the type of popular I wanted the reader to be for each girl.
Sorry for any spelling errors
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Ruby
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-Heroic popular
It wasn’t really a mystery why you were popular with girls, after all, you had this righteous charisma to you. Ruby noticed how many situations this got you into.
Ruby was laying on her bed, patiently waiting for a reply back from you.
My precious rose
[You there Y/N/N?]
Miss Hero
[Sorry for the wait Ruby, I just got back from piggybacking this girl to the infirmary]
My precious rose
[That’s cool of you!!]
Miss Hero
[After I brought Zwei down from a tree, guarded Velvet from CRDL -I made sure to report them- helped this girl find her purse and saved Doctor Oobleck’s spiked coffee from falling]
My precious rose
[(°◇°;) ]
She didn’t mind when people came back to show gratitude in the slightest!
Ruby saw you down the hallways, there was a girl in front of you, she heard what you guys were saying so there was no need to be jealous.
“Hey Y/N, I just want to say thanks for the other day, you really helped out with moving the speakers.” The girl thanked, Ruby swelled with pride.
“It’s no problem, if you ever need help just I’m willing to be there.” And with that you two went your separate ways.
Those interactions she was fine with.
What gets to her is those girls who look for more, not to mention you’re rather oblivious when it comes to your complimenting style.
Ruby and you were walking down the hall together when this girl came up to the both of you, more specifically you.
“Hey Y/N, thanks for piggybacking me the other day, that was really nice of you.” She started, Ruby immediately didn’t like the way the girl was blushing.
“It’s no problem, as cute as you looked in those heels I don’t recommend wearing them again.” You complimented and advised her, not noticing how her blush got even deeper.
Ruby did though.
Yet she knows that you’d drop anything for her, all it takes for you to notice is her looking down.
The girl, her name didn’t matter, in Ruby’s not so humble opinion. She started following you guys to your next class, insinuating it was on the way to her’s.
And with that you two kept talking, Ruby started feeling a little left out and sad. To let you know she bumped into your side, after that she sped ahead.
“What’s up with her?” The girl asked with a bitter tone. You merely smiled in Ruby’s direction.
“Sorry but I have to go catch up with my girlfriend.”
And with that, the girl was left alone in the hallway.
You dedicate anything you can to cheering her up, she was slightly flustered about this at first but now just enjoys how you are.
Ruby sat rather glum in her seat, it was her final class of the day and that whole girl thing just left her with a bad attitude. She would’ve acted like a bitter child in her dorm but here you were.
“Ruby, would you like to go to the bakery with me? And maybe play some Kung fu ninja slayer ultimate death battle? The second one isn’t as good.”
Ruby smiled at your actions and quickly hugged you as you both headed to the bakery.
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Weiss
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-Cinnamon roll popular
Weiss wouldn’t be exaggerating if she said she had a literal ball of sunshine as a girlfriend
“Weiss~ get upppp.” Weiss felt someone’s fingers brushing through her hair, the action made her want to sleep more. Of course she knew only one person who could accidentally make their work harder.
“Good morning Y/N.” She gave a slight smile, still a little drowsy from just waking up. She thought she woke up at a decent time, her new alarm clock being way more pleasant to wake up to than her old one.
You gave her your signature cinnamon roll smile and her morning got exponentially better.
Unfortunately your cheerfulness attracted unwanted attention, you simply thought you made more friends but Weiss saw the looks in their eyes
You were putting your weapons in your locker when you heard someone calling out your nickname in the distance.
“Sunshine!” You looked to see there being 4 older girls, the leader being the redhead named Stella. You quickly shuffled over to them, looking quite cute given you had a lot of big textbooks in your arms.
She understood them, you were just so...cute when you spoke. You genuinely tried to keep up and pay attention with everyone.
“Stell, what’d I say about that name!!” You huffed with a pout, the older girl merely gave a teasing smile as the girls behind her looked at you with interest.
“Sorry cupcake-“ you squaked at the name. “But my team just wanted to meet you, like a lot.” She exaggerated with big hand movements making you giggle, the girls behind her looked embarrassed.
“It’s okay! I wanted to meet them lots too!” You gave them a bright smile, they all looked at Stella with disbelief in their eyes.
“How is she so sweet???”
“I don’t even know.”
You didn’t hear their conversation but took a quick glance at the clock and bid them goodbye.
She supposed she could be considered a sort of knight in a way, just instead of an honorable battle there are threats and grimm(see what I did there?) promises
Weiss saw that whole interaction, her fist gripped hard around Myrtenaster. She observed Stella stay behind while the other girls left, that’s when she decided to strike.
With a slam, Stella got startled at the sound and looked back to stare into cold blue eyes. She shivered at the intensity in them, Weiss perfected the Schnee intimidation expression.
“I’m not going to listen to a single rebuttal, you stay away from Y/N, don’t look at her, don’t even breathe the same air as her. If you do I swear I will gut you like a turkey.”
Stella merely nodded, her being beyond intimidated. And with that Weiss left the locker room to join up with you.
When she did, you smiled at her, completely clueless to what she just did.
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Blake
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-Teasing/smooth talker popular
Blake wouldn’t call herself possessive, she knew from past relationships how that could go. Yet she couldn’t help but notice the sheer amount of girls with an interest in you.
You had walked away from Blake’s dorm after telling her good morning, she left her door slightly cracked open on accident. As she went to fix it she balked at the amount of girls she saw following after you in the distance.
“What…..?”
She honestly couldn’t blame them, you were pretty suave, another main thing that she knew contributed to your popularity.
A girl who was part of the group following you had tripped in the crowd. She closed her eyes preparing for a rough fall yet she didn’t feel it.
“Are you okay dear?” Your smooth voice asked. The girl blushed, your arm was around her waist as you asked this.
She could speak so she nodded causing you to give an amused and slightly teasing smile. You leaned into the crook of her neck.
“Be more careful next time chéri.” Your lips were right next to her ear, then suddenly you left. Leaving behind an embarrassed puddle of a girl.
She wouldn’t notice, much to your amusement, that she would get more clingy and needy.
“Hey kitten, I have to head to Miss Goodwitch’s class, I’ll be back in a bit.” You informed her as you were ready to leave the room.
“Wait, it’s a little chilly so wear this.” She handed you her favorite black hoodie, on the chest it had her initials, white and in cursive. The sleeves and hood were white so you’d have to be a bit careful.
You merely stared at it for a bit in amusement before chuckling and putting it on.
“Thank you dear, I’ll be back soon.” You smiled as you gave her a kiss, not even mentioning the fact it wasn’t even chilly.
A perfect example of an extremely jealous Blake Belladonna would have to be that one time she was waiting for you in professor Port’s classroom.
It seemed the hoodie wasn’t enough to drive some girls off, here you were, leaning against a hallways wall. In front of you was a timid looking girl, she looked the slightest bit like a squirrel, cute but you preferred cats.
“May I help you?” You asked, you looked to the side, you just wanted to be with Blake right now.
“E-erm yes! I was just wondering if you..me ...date..” She trailed off in the end but it was clear to you she asked. You gave her an apologetic smile.
“Sorry but-“ Before you could finish your sentence Blake came with her arms wrapped around you from behind.
“Y/N/N, who is this?” She asked as her head rested on your shoulder. You gave a wry grin at her behavior.
“This is-“
“I’m no one, sorry for bothering you girls!!” She squeaked out as she bolted away.
You didn’t even have to look at Blake to know what she did. She was pretty scary when she glared.
“Is my kitten jealous?” You teased, she merely gave you a slight glare before burying her head further into your shoulder. You grinned at this knowing it was a yes.
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Yang
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-Chill popular
At first Yang would compete with you each day over who got more love letters, she thought it was pretty funny. At least until you two started dating.
Yang felt her eyes twitch as she saw the love letters fall out of your locker. She knew from experience that some would hint about you two breaking up, most didn’t even have names she could hunt down. It still frustrated her after you two made quite the public announcement about your relationship.
She did not jump onto a lunch table with a speaker for nothing.
You hummed at the letters and put them back in your locker.
This is usually the cause for Yang’s jealousy.
During times when your charm was reaching high levels Yang vowed to always be close to you, no matter where.
Yang and you were standing in front of the vending machine in the cafeteria, you were messing with team JOCK as you got your soda. Yang was fairly involved in the conversation, after all even she could admit that Vacuo’s team was treated unfairly in the final match.
Atlas Aristocrats, that was literally the team name, quite obviously bribed the referee. I mean seriously, Atlas people don’t even like football!!
Now that that’s out of the way, she kept her eyes glued on team JEWL(Jewel). She knew they wanted to join in, yet her glare kept them away. Needless to say even she was surprised at how charming you were today as you leaned and whispered in her ear.
“Ready to eat?” You asked with a dorky smile. She nodded and threw her arm over your shoulders, ignoring the blush she got from your action.
It was basically forbidden to ask about Yang’s small notebook, it could literally fit in her pocket.
Yang could feel you staring at her notebook, she knew you wouldn’t ask though. You were respectful like that, so she didn’t have to worry about you seeing her add Team JEWL’s names to it.
“Yang?”
“Wassup?” She asked with her signature smile.
“Ice cream?” She immediately knew what you meant, putting her notebook in her pocket she got ready to take you on Bumblebee to get some ice cream.
Yet every time she crossed something out she looked pretty achieved, and simultaneously a girl would stop obsessing over you
Yang felt pretty proud of herself, she managed to have another girl get the hint. You were taken by a hot blonde bombshell, with smug proudness she crossed out the name.
Suddenly she felt someone hug her from behind.
“Yang, while I am happy you’re making people get the memo I’d rather it be in a way you don’t get detention.” You nonchalantly teased her, she laughed knowing she was caught.
“Sorry Y/N/N~ but aye on the bright side…” Her brain failed her at this moment.
“On the bright side?”
“Uh- it’s bright?”
You snorted at her stupid remark
“Yeah it sure is my jealous bombshell.”
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ramshackle-prefect · 3 years
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Thank you for answering my ask, I was wondering if I could request poly!Octatrio having a lazy day with their s/o?
"The Food Can Wait" - Lazy Day with Poly! Octavinelle
Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader x Jade Leech x Floyd Leech | Teeth rotting fluff, domestic relationship, Floyd being a little shit | Mentions of Tocino* | Featuring Octavinelle and Grim, mentions of Trey Clover, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Sam, and Nahmir Farouq (oc)
"Ah, I'm familiar with these three. I've had my eye on them ever since they arrived last year." The voice, who you came to know as Circe, called out from the mirror.
"Octavinelle, yes? Though I observe them to be quite mischievous, I believe I've got just the thing to suit your tastes."
"Come, the Looking Glass awaits."
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The soft rays of sunlight that spilled through the cracks in between the musty curtains drowned the room in a golden hue. Filling the usually dark and otherwise unsettling room in an aura of peace, if only for the next few hours.
Waking up at this time was always so pleasant, you often thought. Many days off from school were spent just laying in bed, alone with your thoughts if sleep had been neglectful and escaped you for the time being. But you didn't mind, the heat of the early morning sun providing you with just the right ambience and warmth to fall asleep shortly after.
This time around though, the warmth became a tad bit overwhelming, courtesy of the snoozing dorm leader and eel twin at your sides.
You couldn't help but crack a smile, eyeing how at peace Azul looked like while he slept. You often saw him with his debonair and business attitude throughout the day, the same innocent smile playing on his lips. Well, if you could call it innocent at all. But to see one of your boyfriends completely vulnerable, comfortable, and adorable in your arms made your heart thrum in your chest. The closeness of you two only worsening the feeling, as his knuckles would subtly brush against your collarbone whenever he'd shift position throughout the night.
Floyd on the other hand had his arms tightly wrapped around your waist, breath fanning against the top of your head as his legs encircled yours. You softened at the sight of him, feeling him snuggle closer to you whenever you tried to inch away, pulling you closer and holding you tighter to his chest.
It was always so pleasant to wake up like this; no classes to worry about, Mostro Lounge was closed for the day as well seeing as Crowley had all school and dorm activities cancelled for the day as a treat for the students (actually wanting a day out with the faculty, and he didn't trust any of the students to operate alone during this time.)
The occasion called for a short celebration, if only for the opportunity to spend time together after so long of being apart. You could tell your boys were exhausted, Azul with his studies and the lounge, Floyd with the basketball team, and lastly--
"Ah, good morning guppy."
Your half-lidded eyes widened a little to cast a proper glance at the ever smiling Jade.
"I was wondering where you were," You spoke softly, trying not to wake up the other two mermen who were still snoring away next to you. "Where have you been?"
"I was just picking up some groceries so I could make us breakfast," Jade replied, extending his hand out to you. "You seem to be in need of assistance, may I?"
You smiled, wriggling yourself out of Floyd's arms and quickly getting off the bed, taking Jade's hand in the process. You heard a mumble as you got to your feet, both you and Jade looking back at your other lovers who were now holding each other.
Floyd had moved in his sleep, instead snuggling into Azul in your absence. You doubted he realized it wasn't you, not that you really minded. The sight was cute, bringing a smile not only to you, but also to Jade whose eyes twinkled with amusement.
"Freshen up and meet me downstairs, these two get cranky in the morning when they haven't eaten anything yet," Jade murmured as he pressed a fleeting kiss on your forehead before leaving you to get ready, the bedroom door shutting behind him with a soft creak.
You smiled, reaching your hands up to stretch your back. You continued to stretch for a short while, letting your muscles wake up from a long night of trying to appease your clingy boyfriends. Looking around, it was only then did you notice Grim sleeping away in the corner. He had a small bed made for him the night before in order to make room for the three mermen who stayed over, the small bed consisting of a soft big pillow and a wool blanket that Grim seemed particularly fond of. The sight of your companion, small furry limbs stretched out like, well, a cat as he bathed in the sunlight made your heart flutter. Ah, tiny.
It was almost comical, cliche even when you had bent down to take the wool blanket which was long forgotten on the floor and had tucked it over Grim. The small grey cat-thing unconsciously nuzzling into your hand at the action.
Then, after making sure your sleeping loved ones were accounted and taken cared for, you headed into the bathroom to take a quick shower. After bathing quickly, you got dressed and headed downstairs, careful not to make a sound that might wake up the sleeping trio.
When you had gotten to the first floor, you were met with the sight of Jade happily cooking away in the kitchen. He quickly spotted you and beckoned you over with a smile.
"Good morning," You said, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. Jade returned the kiss with his own, his lips meeting your forehead in a chaste kiss. "What're you cooking?"
"Garlic rice and bacon. I heard it's a popular breakfast dish in some countries, so I wanted to try cooking it for you to see if you'd like it." Jade explained.
You eyed the peculiar dish, mainly the bits and pieces of meat that sizzled in the frying pan. "That doesn't look like bacon."
"You can ask Nahmir about it. Apparently it's common in one of the regions of his homeland." Jade quickly shifted the pieces of meat around with a wooden spoon, the sound of the cracking oil filling the room with a sense of domesticity. "It's called tocino* locally, if I'm not mistaken."
You let out an ahh, returning to letting the smell engulf your senses. Jade noticed you staring at the bacon, or ticino as he referred to it. "I'm just finishing up the bacon. Can you set the table for me, Guppy?"
You hummed in reply, quickly walking over to the dish cupboard and taking out plates, sighing a little as a waft of the bacon and garlic rice met your nose again. "It smells really good."
"It tastes good too, at least from what I've heard. It's usually accompanied by eggs as well, but the last of Sam's stock was bought by Clover."
"Trey is probably baking something then, maybe another tart?"
"I passed him on my way back actually. I asked him about it and apparently some first years dropped two whole cartons of eggs and got collared by Rosehearts as punishment for it." Jade chuckled, "I'm sure I don't need to explain who they were, do I?"
"Those two really get into trouble even on the off days, huh?" You sighed, but couldn't help smiling at the thought of the two. Ace and Deuce were a duo of idiots, but they were your idiots in the end.
"Ah, I see you two have gotten busy."
Your eyes snapped to the doorframe where Azul stood, looking at the two of you with a pout. His hair was a mess of tangled silver strands, his pajama shirt unbuttoned to about his collarbone, and his glasses were even a little crooked. It was an image no one would expect from the smooth conniving dorm leader of Octavinelle, much less expect the tired yawn coming from him.
"Good morning Azul!" You chirped, "You're just in time! Jade is just finishing up. Come on, let's eat breakfast."
"Good morning Angelfish," A warm smile appeared on his lips, a contrast to his usual cool and professional front. He walked towards you, proceeding to bury his face into the crook of your neck while his arms encircled your waist. He sighed in content and continued on to nuzzle his head deeper into your neck, which promoted a giggle from you. "You look lovely my dear."
"Ah you," you kissed his cheek softly, leaning to press another on the opposite side. "Are you always like this in the morning?"
"Hm, I never could tell, seeing as I've only started acting like this since you and I have gotten together."
Jade cleared his throat sternly, not even making eye contact with you or Azul. The sound made Azul groan, grip on you tighter.
"I mean, ever since all of us got together." Azul corrected himself, "But truly. I must admit that I've never fancied myself as someone who'd act like this, but a part of me thinks this isn't a bad thing, at the very least in my opinion."
"It's not," You cooed, tracing your thumb over his cheekbone affectionately. "I like you this way."
"I'm glad to hear it." The Cecaelia merman's lips quirked up, face flushing a soft pink. That is, until his expression changed into one of confusion.
"Hm? What's wrong?"
"That smell..." He trailed off, eyeing Jade from the doorway to the kitchen. "Is that what Farouq had given you the other day?"
"Indeed. I thought of this to be the perfect occasion to try it out, don't you think?"
"Hm. The aroma is indeed pleasant, but the taste is what is most important." Azul approached Jade, taking a fork from the utensil drawer before picking up one of the cooked pieces, bringing it to his mouth for a taste. "Hm. This taste..."
"Try it with the garlic rice I prepared. Nahmir said it tasted better with it as well as with eggs, however we just so happened to run out."
"I see. Do remind me about restocking. And also, Jade, make contact with a supplier later this afternoon. I think we're onto something here. Expanding the Mostro Lounge cuisine would prove to be very beneficial for when we--"
You watched their exchange from the dining table, heart racing. 'These two never do change, do they?'
Having finished setting up the table, you quickly and quietly left the two to their conversation. Instead opting to wake up the last of your lovers, Floyd, who was probably still asleep in your bed.
You opened your door with a soft creak resounding due to the rusty hinges, spotting proof of your suspicion. You stepped into your room, approaching the other leech twin before letting your fingers entangle in his nest of messy teal hair.
"Floyd, Floyd wake up." You cooed, eyes focusing on the way his own twitched. Giving you proof that he heard you. "Floyd, come on. Jade made breakfast--ah--!"
You let out a squeal, suddenly being brought back into the bed with a tug. Floyd barely cracked open an eye to look at you, a pout on his lips. "Hmm, Shrimpy. You're so loud."
"I'm sorry Floyd, but it's time to get up. Jade made breakfast and Azul's already downstairs--"
"No," Floyd whined as he held you tighter. "Stay with me! I wanna sleep a little more."
"Floyd, the food will get cold--"
"Shrimpy I don't wanna!"
You hummed, watching as Floyd's pout deepened as his fingers danced across your body with your chest pressed flat against his. Seeing his expression, you softened, letting out a sigh as you snuggled into him, pulling the covers over the both of you.
"Alright, alright. Only for a few minutes."
"Hehee~ Shrimpy loves me!" Floyd cheered, pressing a barrage of kisses onto your face, his actions causing a flustered smile to erupt on your face before the two of you returned to a soft and calm silence.
You swore it would only be for a few minutes, but soon after you followed Floyd as your eyes drooped down, eyes shutting completely as you fell asleep in his embrace.
Noticing you were missing after a while of talking business, Jade and Azul went looking for you, curious as to where you've gone. Checking everywhere else in the house, the two left the bedroom as the last place they'd check for your presence. Once they opened the door though, they found you sleeping peacefully next to Floyd.
Azul pouted, chest twisting in jealousy as he eyed Jade, who gazed emotionlessly at the two of you. Jade, snapping his gaze at Azul, nodded after a short while, the two walking over and resting themselves at your sides.
Azul let his arms wrap around your chest, pressing himself against you in an attempt to feel your warmth. He couldn't help but suppress the soft smile that once again appeared on his face, liking the close proximity he had with you.
Jade on the other hand settled on completely laying on top of you. His lean body pressing against your legs as his head rested on your stomach, hands fiddling with the fabric of your shirt. He didn't expect you to return to sleep next to Floyd, much less after he had seen you drool over the food he prepared, but he didn't mind. You were so warm, he let himself relax on his place on top of you, deep breaths escaping his parted lips.
'The food can wait,' was something that passed through not only your mind, but also your boyfriends'. You all could eat later after microwaving the food once you woke up, what mattered right now was being close to one another. Under the watchful gaze of the ever present sun whose rays danced on your exposed skin, the four of you laid together in peace.
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Meanwhile, in the kitchen...
"Nyah! What is this?" Grim picked up a piece of the tocino with his paws, popping the piece into his mouth for a taste. "Nyah! That's good! Ah, this too! Is that garlic? Nyahaha! Finally, a feast befitting the greatest magician!"
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Tocino* - Bacon chunks. It is often cooked and served with garlic rice and a fried egg as a traditional Filipino breakfast.
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Thank you for being patient! Finally got this done. I hope this meets your expectations!
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imthepunchlord · 3 years
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Adrien’s Best to Least
Marinette, Alya, Nino, Kagami
Alright, officially four seasons in, we got more on Adrien which wound up to be... something. Let’s get this character study going covering his best to least fit. I apologize if this comes out on the side of salty, trying to be as neutral as possible, but be ready for his issues to be addressed.
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Adrien is a complicated character in his set up, but Adrien himself is not a complex individual. He is, quite literally, one of the more straight forward characters in this show, and is quite stagnant and unchanging. And that is more the fault of the writers who don’t want to change him at all and deem him to be “perfect” while ignoring any flaws. Looking at him as a character without the narrative to act in his favor, there’s actually quite a struggle for him miraculous wise, but two seem to suit him best. 
His best are Turtle and Peafowl. Turtle meets the core who he is, working off his strengths, where he likes to be in the field, and his instincts. And this miraculous actually offers him the growth he really needs, while keeping true to who he is. Peafowl it turn can best adjust to his style and needs, his want to be flashy and dynamic. 
Adrien at the core is a protector, supporter, and follower. Being an incredibly reckless and active character, he thrives to be in the front lines, and has largely always prioritized his partner’s safety over his own, which has become problematic behavior at this point. But that’s what you want for a Turtle, someone who’s ready to be on the front lines and is being conscious of their allies. And out of the 5, this suits him best in who he is and how he works. 
The growth potential comes from the limits of his protection as Shelter can only be used once, and he has to be conscious about timing and how to use it. And typically, Adrien does have good responsive instincts for when he needs to be a protector. While this won’t stop him from diving in, it can afford him more means to do so while also keeping himself safe and in the fight, and it can shape him up to be smarter in how he protects others. This miraculous also counts for self-protection and ideally can get it into his head that his safety matters to. 
Overall, I do see Adrien and Wayzz getting along as Wayzz is friendly, engaging, and will adapt and adopt quirks of his humans so he can quickly bond with them. This sets up for him to click with his kwami a lot sooner, and with Wayzz being a more serious and responsible kwami than Plagg, this can set up Adrien to respect and listen to Wayzz. So when Wayzz calls him out on anything, Adrien is more likely to listen to him and consider his words. Wayzz is a kwami who doesn’t approve of reckless behavior, and that will address one of Adrien’s biggest issues. 
With Peafowl, in comparison to Fox, would be a lot forgiving of Adrien’s quick, responsive, and straightforward thinking. When Adrien makes his golems, they are made with a clear purpose that they will see to. And they will function as he expects them to. This will match his want to play by his own rules, as whatever he wants can come into existence, and for sure, he’d be quite the attention grabber. This miraculous is quite flexible in battle, able to be settled on the sidelines or join the golem in combat. 
Growth wise, this miraculous can inspire a spark of creativity, as while he makes golems to serve out a purpose, thought is required for them. He will also need to learn to be conscious of his resources as each golem is born from a section of his fan, and if he makes too many, he can end up weaponless. 
For him and Duusu, I see them being a very energetic pair, probably borderline chaotic. Duusu would actually probably add onto his flamboyance and encourage him to really let loose and “show his true colors”. She’d also be a source of affection and support, something that he really wants. She could also have Adrien step up in maturity as she can be a goofball. 
Adrien’s 2nd best is Bee. Bee can work off his energy and allow him to remain a mid-to-close-range fighter, though there are concerns to him using it which keeps this from being apart of his best, though he has enough potential and promise to use it well that keeps this from joining the worst. 
Bee will have a lot of the same appeals as Cat that makes this manageable for Adrien. It is direct, involved, allows him to be a teamplayer, and has an aggressive power. But while it has the same appeals to Cat, it has the same issues as Adrien can be reckless with his power and has activated Cataclysm at the wrong time a few times which has led to issues (Aeon’s death being the most iconic example). Chances are even higher that he’d have similar issues with Venom, and be more reckless with Venom as unlike Cataclysm, this is just a temporary paralysis, not pure destruction. Cataclysm requires some level of control and consideration in use. Venom is not the same in its use, so Adrien can end up more reckless with it as there aren’t so severe consequences with it, in theory. And with his tendency to charge and Venom requires some stealth and calculation in use, chances are good that many are going to see his sting coming and prepare for it. 
Growth wise, Bee can help Adrien grow as a team player, as teamwork is a big part of bee society, and while largely good, Adrien does have moments where he has struggled (like pranking his partner during a Lucky Charm use in the beginning of Refleckta, or Glaciator, rejecting to work with his partner due to her not showing up for the maybe date she said she was uncertain of making it to). And by chance he is reckless with Venom, ideally it would eventually click that he needs to be smarter in how he handles it. 
Adrien and Pollen as a pair could end up very problematic or very interesting. The Bee miraculous seems more designed to be used by girls and so far, we’ve only seen Pollen work off girls, we have yet to see how Pollen would engage with a boy as her user. She could be quite critical. But playing off the assumption that Pollen will engage with Adrien the same as we’ve seen in canon with Chloe, this would not be a good match as Pollen would essentially enable Adrien, and I don’t see him prompting the same sort of growth to her as other characters could. 
Adrien’s least fit are Butterfly and Fox. These two make up his greatest weaknesses: empathy and the capacity to plan before acting. 
Adrien can match Butterfly as he can be very supportive and encouraging (Origins and Mayura), but the issue stems that these instances are limited both in number and in depth. Adrien can be very emotionally deaf to the needs of others, often putting his own needs over them, and has made use of guilt to manipulate people (largely Marinette, seen in Syren and Malediktator). Another big issue with Adrien and Butterfly is that Adrien himself doesn’t make connections, he doesn’t include himself in anything. To use this miraculous well, one has to be or become, quite literally, a social butterfly. This miraculous at the core is about emotion and connection, to be aware of the feelings of others, to make connections, to assist and help raise others up. It requires teamwork and being on the same page. To have the user become a leader or teammate. This is not something Adrien is known for. He in general isn’t good at getting a grasp on emotional issues, as seen in Maledicktator, not getting the happiness everyone was feeling and lectured Marientte about it. Possibilities are good that with his tendency to lecture, who can upset the wrong target and end up championless. And with how passive he can be, can it be certain that he can rein in a champion if they go out of control? 
Growth wise, this does offer the most, but at the price that this is one of two that he’d really struggle with at the start. This miraculous can help him learn to branch out, make connections with others, and open his world more to making friends. But until he gets to that point, he’s going to be limited in diversity in champions and is more likely to stick to who he knows, and unfortunately, that’s not a lot. Chances are good that Chloe and Nino could be the only champions to be seen for a while and Chloe would not be inclined to share. 
With Nooroo, on the surface they can be a sweet pair, but being a very gentle and soft spoken kwami, I don’t see Nooroo as a kwami that Adrien will listen to if Nooroo spoke out or voiced his concerns. Nooroo can help Adrien understand and deal with emotional situations he may not have a grasp on, but that’s not a certainty until Adrien actually listens. 
Adrien can match Fox as a risk taker, someone who likes to be flashy, is playful, and wants to put on a show. But that there is where it ends. Adrien at the core is a very reactive character who likes to be in the thick of things and that’s not where Fox is supposed to be. Fox requires creativity, observation skills, and means of manipulating your audience without ever confronting them. Adrien is more offensive-oriented than a good Fox should be. He shares a similar issue with Alya that he would go with the first thing that comes to mind, whether its good or not, or even if he has all the details down needed for a good illusion. Chances are also good that (like Alya), he also waits to hear what illusion his partner may tell him to do than think of one himself. He tends to go with his gut and responds to the first thing he sees. And out of the 5, this is the one most designed to be background oriented, so him joining any fights makes things risky for him as he’s quite limited in fights. And having a Fox seen, enemies get a sense that there’s going to be an illusion soon. 
This would be the 2nd to address issues of his recklessness, but would be far more punishing. If he’s determined to become a good Fox, this is going to force him to step back, observe, and think. But being so action oriented and responsive, and having this instinctive need to act rather than plan (as we really see him struggle and get frustrated in Refleckdoll), its going to take a while before he gets that patience. 
Trixx and Adrien would be a pair that I see to be quite one sided. Passive as he can be, I see Trixx quite easily manipulating Adrien. And depending on one’s stance, this could be good or bad. Trixx is sharp enough to see what his humans desire, and knows what to say to change how think or change their actions. Trixx maybe the best kwami to pair with Adrien as he will assist Adrien in getting what he wants and needs, but is capable of getting Adrien to reconsider his stance or actions, which can improve Adrien’s character and his relation with others. 
Between Ladybug and Cat... honestly Adrien isn’t the best fit for either of them. But if he HAS to have one... it would technically be Cat as the power is more suited to who he is. It’s up his alley, though certain aspects don’t make it ideal. 
it is the same issue and risk as Bee, Adrien is very reckless and reactive. Canonly he has summoned Cataclysm too soon. And then there’s the issue of kwami. Plagg is not a good kwami match up with Adrien. Plagg isn’t a very involved kwami and he relies on his humans to self-sufficient and figure out issues themselves, largely expects a small mention will be enough. Not so with Adrien who needs a more direct personality to listen to, and by the time Plagg realizes he needs to be more direct, Adrien largely dismisses him as Plagg has set himself up as unreliable at the start. 
Between the two, Tikki would be the better kwami for Adrien. She is very involved and engaging, and makes it clear when she has an issue, to a point she’d be hard for Adrien to dismiss. Though chances are slim that he would as she’d be engaging at the start unlike Plagg. Adrien can even get Tikki herself to grow as he needs clearer answers than just a simple call out, forcing her to offer up solutions and alternatives for his own actions. Tikki also would get Adrien to start involving himself in others, if not outright stepping up as a leader, be more conscious of others and help them with their issues. She would’ve been good to help Adrien branch out. Unfortunately, the Ladybug miraculous is confirmed to not be a good fit and there would be a lot of struggles for Adrien at the start. 
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So, in the event, Rook has shown that he just carries rope with him. You may do whatever you wish with that information 👀
This was an ask from a few...weeks ago? I don’t remember exactly how long this was sitting in my inbox because I was waiting for the perfect time to answer it (//∇//)
Rook had been a very kind and helpful senior to you this year. You’ll be lying if you say that you didn’t think he was a bit strange like the others, but he has that certain charm in him that makes it difficult for you to complete look away from his direction. Besides, it got to the point where you just got used to him and even thought his actions were somehow entertaining...If you were the spectator, rather than the target that is.
Rook is a very doting person as well, you are by no means an exception to this peculiarity of his. He’ll appear when you least expected it, often startling you out of your skin just by a mere greeting alone. He would always talk to you as if he’s reciting a poem ever so often, making you think that you may or may not have completely lost his point here, it’s almost like he’s talking in a different language. He always acts like this towards you, and to everyone else as well, you could never know what he’s thinking or what he wants in the first place. Part of you just thought that he may just have been built differently than others, but then again, Rook is an elusive individual to begin with so everything could all be an act in the first place.
Long store short; you were both fascinated and terrified of this man.
But as strange and conflicting your relationship with Rook is, you still respected the guy as your senior to some extent. Say what you want about the the Pomefiore Vice Dorm Leader but you can’t deny his wide range of capabilities. When you are at a lost for things that you think you can’t do, he was the one who provided you with the advices and help that you needed during those times. Before you knew it, you had already owe him in many ways and yet, Rook had never once asked for anything in return.
“Worry not, mon petite chérie. For I am only doing of what I must.” He would say to you as an excuse, often filling you with guilt sometimes. Especially whenever he would ever so gently pat your head, chuckling to himself as he towers down upon you. “Seeing the beauty in your smile is enough to make my own heart flutter in happiness. Oui, believe me when I say that it’s that marvelous.”
Huh...So, people who accepts things like that as payment still exists in this time and age too. Forgive yourself from being too suspicious of his behavior though, you just don’t think a single smile is worth all that trouble but you guessed this was just another “agree-to-disagree” kind of situation. Who knows? The two of you did grew up in two different upbringings. Or quite literally, two different worlds.
Anyways, although you respected his choices after all this time, you thought it was just common sense to at least provide him with a simple gift in his birthday. You saw how everyone else such as Epel, Vil, and Trey were preparing their own gifts, so you don’t think he’ll be able to reject yours this time. You made your way through the Pomefiore lounge where the party was being held, but was unable to see a single glimpse of your peculiar senior around. It was a lively party and he may be busy with the other dorm residents, so you felt a bit out of place and proceeded to ask people you personally knew about his whereabouts.
“Rook? I was talking to him earlier but now, I have no idea where he went.” Vil said with a sigh as he crossed his arms. “That guy is as elusive as always, even I wouldn’t know exactly what’s running through that mind of his. It puts me in an unsettling position actually.”
“But it’s his birthday for goodness sake, he’s the main protagonist of the day. He should be the one to at least entertain the guest out here, not hiding in plain shadows, seriously.” You laughed nervously as Vil ranted in irritation, huffing by the end. He then glanced at you and soon took notice of the gift you’re holding. “If that gift is for him then, just leave it at his room. It’s unlocked, I believe. We stacked the other gifts he got earlier there too so it wouldn’t clog up the lounge.”
“O-Oh, is that so...Thank you very much.” Thus, ended your conversation with the Dorm Leader with a bow, watching as he walked away saying how Epel had been consuming way too much sugar for the night. With no more leads to follow, you chose to go with Vil’s suggestion and headed out to his room, still at a lost for where your senior could be.
It was true, the moment you spotted the room and turned the doorknob around, it easily spun open. “...Pardon my intrusion...” You slowly said as you took a peak before entering, unsure if anyone was actually inside. There was no one, just some elagant room design as expected with the Pomefiore dorm, with neat furnitures decorated all around. You could feel your own heart cry when you compare to your own dorm which trademark lies within the ghost residents.
You felt slightly anxious, it was your first time visiting his room like this so you couldn’t help but to gawk at some things you’ve never seen before. This was your chance to explore another man’s room, albeit only for a few seconds and by the looks of it, it really hits different that of Ace or Deuce. It has the exact same smell as Rook and the sense of familiarity was somehow calming, probably because you’re so used to being in close proximity with him now. His belongings were all well-organized, the books are neatly stacked on the bookshelves, along with some...questionable collection of bows and arrows stuck on the wall. You also noticed a spare hat and a single telescope lying on his desk, you could ask what it was for, but you preferred to keep the question for yourself.
You shook your head eventually, quickly but carefully prancing inside to place your gift on his desk. Finally, your quest has been conquered, although looking around, the other presents that Vil mentioned was nowhere to be found. Maybe he has them already opened and kept at a certain storage of some sort? Anyways, that wasn’t your problem now, you did what you needed to do, it was your time to bounce out of this room, feeling as if you’re invading too much of his personal privacy. Rook did told you that he never liked that in a person.
...Until, something else caught your eye.
You stopped, eyes blinking repeatedly at the slight tear in the wallpaper near his bed. There was something hidden inside, no, it doesn’t seem like it’s trying to hide at all. It was deliberately placed in a place like that for everyone to see. So, like a cat overwhelmed by curiosity, you stepped close to inspect it, even going as far as stepping on the neatly draped bed sheets of his to get a closer look.
“Eh...?” It was a mass of pictures of almost everything and everyone you can think of upon coming to this school. It was stuck inside the wall like a collection of some sort and it took you a while to actually get what all of this meant. “There’s so many pictures...Pfft...!”
You ended up laughing at yourself for feeling so tense, you honestly felt stupid for the amount of suspense you gave yourself. Of course, this was definitely something that Rook Hunt will do, what did you think it was going to be? Sure, it is creepy to think that someone is keeping tabs at everyone and everything through photography but this is just normal in this school. At least, to those who knew Rook to some extent, it’s not really a big deal nowadays, especially at this school. Anyways, you calmed your laughter down and stared back at the pictures to actually admire them as despite it all, every one of them are all well-taken.
Humming throughout your exploration, you thought it would be interesting to see if you could spot yourself in one of these photos. You looked around and at first, it was tough since you weren’t anywhere in the photos that the wallpaper could reveal but after a while you found a glimpse of your own face at the very edge. However, the tear in the wallpaper stops there so it filled you with disappointment to not be able to see the photo he took of you. “That’s a bummer...” You pouted slightly.
However, combined with overwhelming curiosity, your mischievous side couldn’t help but to come out. You peaked through the small hole inside the wallpaper and confirmed that there is more, as you expected Rook would have, just not visible from your angle. You didn’t want to damage anything but you carefully slipped your fingers in the small opening, trying to get a better look of the picture. You were mainly trying to shine light on them, just a little bit more and you could make out of its content. It got your heart pumping somehow, eager to see what kind of photo you were in.
“Bonjour~”
Screaming almost immediately due to panic and shock, you made the mistake of instinctively gripping his wallpaper tight, dragging them down completely by accident. You turned around, face flushed and clutched your chest as your heart beats so fast that it feels like it could jump out at any moment. “R-Ro-Rook-san!?” You stammered out, your butt hitting the bed while your legs shook. “W-Wha-When...!?”
Rook only gave out a chuckle as you frantically try to calm your nerves, which was nearly impossible after the stunt that he just pulled. You knew he loved doing this and to think you’d be used to it by now, but this one felt so different than the other times you were startled by him. He was so close to you with that greeting, too close in fact. Just where the hell does he keep coming from, you didn’t even hear a single sound from your surroundings. Rook stood straight before glancing over at the mess you had realized you made when his expression turned that of worry.
You were still gripping onto the ruined wallpaper at this point so, you gasped and quickly turned around, preparing for any damage you may have caused. However, at that moment, you stopped once your eyes had finally caught what kind of picture were inside those wallpapers all along.
“Aah...To think mon chére fleur herself would be the one to unravel my collection! How embarrassing~!” Rook said, placing a hand on his slowly heating up his cheeks. He bats an eye to your direction, looking all embarrassed as you stared, unblinking at his work. He soon smirked and chuckled darkly, leaning in closer to you from behind, in which you shivered at. “...But how does it look in your perspective? Aren’t they all beautiful?”
Yes, they were harmless pictures, that’s all there is supposed to be on it. But these pictures striked a nerve in you, one such that you didn’t know could cause this much wave of alarming fear in your body.
They were harmless but they were not normal in the slightest. For almost all of what the wallpaper had revealed was all about you, and only you that it makes you sick to the stomach. Everything that you remember doing in your daily routine had been taken into consideration, from a picture of you yawning as you wake up in the morning, to a picture of you sleeping peacefully at night. Pictures of you seemingly eating, walking, talking, everything that you’ve been doing is pasted on the same wall before you, all taken in such high resolution. If that wasn’t enough, even a few photos of you in the nude was in there, bathing and changing, you unconsciously wrapped your hands around yourself as goosebumps quickly formed.
Rook had literally been watching your every movements, documenting your life with a camera and capturing everything, including things that hits way too close. Deeply disturbed, your eyes tried to glance everywhere but the pictures, only to find no escape to them. Some pictures had even been tampered with before taking the shot, like that one photo where his hands shows his hands deliberately spreading your legs for the camera as you slept. You shivered, unconsciously thinking about that other one where it was your breasts that was fully out for the world to see and oh, god...That one with your sleeping face covered with a suspicious white liquid, you almost gagged at the mental image.
“...W-What is this...” You slowly looked up at Rook with fear in your eyes, trembling like a leaf as the same guy looked down upon you with a chilling smile. It was honestly too nauseating that you instinctively brought a hand to your mouth, just in case something does come out.
“Beauty, my Love.” Rook purred closer to you, his eyes brimming with desire. “Your beauty.”
He caught your chin in a gentle yet tight grip. “I had it preserve in a memory that I would forever see. Just keeping them in my mind alone was not enough.” He said, closing in on you on his bed, preventing any possible escape routes. “...For I am a greedy man.”
And with that, you found yourself in his bind, pinning you down on the bed with your hands on each side of your head. “Now...The reason why you invaded my sanctuary was...?” Rook asked but he was not expecting you to answer at all. Instead, his eyes glanced to the side, eyeing the gift you left on his desk. “...Ah, of course. Vil must’ve given you permission to hand your gift in.”
You were as stiff as a rock, too tense to even act and move. The hands on your wrists doesn’t seem too tight but a feeling in your gut screams at you to not even try if you didn’t want to get hurt. You were left gulping down your own nervousness as Rook turned back to you with the same smile. “Merci. I’ll be sure to treasure whatever you have given me.” He whispered as he leaned closer, giving you a delicate kiss on the temple in which you squeaked at. “...But nonetheless, you trespassed on someone else’s territory, petite proie. A predator’s territory, on top of that.”
“I-I’m sor-“
“Non, an apology is not what I need. Someone as beautiful as you should not make that kind face.” Rook cuts you off, before suggestively licking his lips. He sat up, confident enough to let go of your wrist, knowing fully well that you wouldn’t have the guts to push him off. He straddled above your stomach, which left you confused and wary to wonder what he was planning to do. However, looking back at him, your eyes widened in caution as he suddenly pulled out a long and thick rope, one that would certainly burn your skin if you struggle too much. Where in the hell did he... “Lift your head up high and reap what you have sowed. That is the beauty that can justify your crimes.”
“Now...” You breathe heavily as he tightened his hold on the rope, biting his lip eagerly. You can’t even imagine how much he has planned inside his head. It made you visit the terrifying possibility that he was ready for this moment from the very beginning, curiated and planned. Your heart drops at the thought, if that is really the case, then...Just how much? How much further into the future did he plan exactly? “Allow me to indulge myself to this fine opportunity you gave me, beloved Trickster.
“...A fine opportunity, indeed. Beautifully so.”
Allow Yume to flex on her non-existing French skills along with her companion, Google Translate. i sincerely apologize to any French Darlings out there yume did not attend a single French class in her life lol
Someone teach me French so I can write more things about this sexy bitch.
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