#also ah. you can see when my hands started to shake in the piece. whoops

[teeth--king]

Whoops, another wave of burnout and health hit while I was in the middle of this but hey I finally finished it. Got my first moss rain and it nearly gave me a panic attack, why the hell was Elliott so chill about it. Green!

#also ah. you can see when my hands started to shake in the piece. whoops #art #stardew valley #1.6 spoilers #stardew #stardew valley elliott #stardew elliott #stardew valley farmer #stardew farmer #fanart

[pillage-and-lute]

The Courting Ways of Wolves (Part 2)

It’s back! Dumb boys in love! Also Grandpa Vesemir gets some feels and Geralt does some math. Part 1, (here) Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Epilogue

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Watching Winter at Kaer Morhen melt into early spring was always a beautiful process, but this year brought Geralt trepidation as well. Watching Ciri train had been wonderful, helping her learn the basics kept all the wolves on their toes, for the first time in many years actually thinking about motions that normally came from muscle memory. 

Yennefer had flourished into her role as “Aunty Yen,” not sweetly nurturing, the way one often thought about with children, but a clever tongue and tough love that Ciri, granddaughter of the Lioness, seemed completely at home with. 

Geralt was doing his best too. Ciri had started calling him dad about halfway through the winter, the first time happening at dinner and he’d very nearly choked on his ale. It sent something warm running through his veins every time, like good brandy that burned all the way down. 

He was trying, words still didn’t come naturally, but somehow Ciri always seemed to be able to see exactly what he meant. Maybe it was Destiny, maybe just a hurt, lost child clinging to whoever was consistent in her life, but Geralt hoped it was more. More than anything, he hoped Ciri truly understood how cared for she was, not just by himself, but all the wolves, Jaskier, and Yennefer.

Ciri had whispered to him one day, still panting after training, asking if he thought Yen would mind if she called her mom.

Geralt had replied that he didn’t think Yennefer would mind at all.

Yennefer came to him later, a tender look in her eyes. There was something, not fragile in her eyes, but Jaskier had pointed out in a marketplace once, a beautiful porcelain vase that had been broken and artfully repaired with gold. Yen’s expression reminded him of that. 

They sat for a while, then Yennefer said, “Will you be able to let go of her in the spring?” 

“Yes,” Geralt said, although he was less than sure that parting from Ciri would be so easy. “She needs you, and time away from me. And to be around women.”

Yennefer nodded, gave Geralt a pat on the shoulder, and left. Geralt stayed, cloak wrapped around him as he sat looking out over the walls. 

There was much that would happen in the spring, and his life, which had been pretty stagnant before, was changing more in these past few years than it ever had. He felt like Kaer Morhen itself, built to last and yet crumbling still, the weight of change and time and destiny tearing down walls. 

He watched the sun go down. 

Vesemir joined him, carrying two bowls of stew. Geralt took a bite of his and winced. It had been Eskel’s turn to cook. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Vesemir’s mustache twitch with a hint of a smile. They ate the oversalted meal in silence.

“You know,” Vesemir said, and in the starlight the crags on his face looked carved in. “I come up here to think too.” 

Geralt knew, but Vesemir wasn’t interested in talking about the battlements, he could tell. 

“I think, most nights, about the ghosts within these walls. All of the little boys who died so that the School of the Wolf could be.” The wind picked up, howling like, with an excellent sense of the dramatic, a wolf. 

“The Trials haunt me, Geralt. More than anything in my life, and it has been a long life indeed.” 

“You saved me,” Geralt said. “Saved Eskel.” But he too remembered the still bodies carried out and buried in the night. How few boys remained. Remembered the screaming in the night, unsure how much of the sound was torn from his own throat, and what came from his brothers dying around him.

“I let them put you through it twice. That wasn’t salvation, lad.” Vesemir sighed. “I couldn’t have put a stop to the Trials, don’t know if I would have if it were possible, there have to be Trials to be witchers, and the world needs us, whatever it may believe. But maybe there was a better way. A kinder way. You were boys, little lads who went through so much pain.”

Geralt was startled to see a tear fall down the craggy face, burying in the moustache. Witchers could cry, but it happened rarely, tears could blur vision in a fight, and only very strong emotion, the sort they had been taught to suppress,  could override the mutations. 

And then Vesemir put an arm around Geralt’s shoulder and gave him an oddly nice hug. It could have cracked a boulder.

“Someone should have held you boys more,” Vesemir said, a touch abashedly. They looked out over the walls some more and Geralt wondered if the conversation was over, but Vesemir didn’t take the arm away.

“Ciri called me Grandpa today.”

Ah. That would explain a lot. Watching Vesemir interact with Ciri over the winter had been a delight and a surprise to the wolves. He’d even sat her on his knee and told her stories of when Lambert, Eskel, and Geralt were young like a, well, like a doting grandfather. Jaskier had been enthralled as well, naturally, but seeing Vesemir so soft, and sometimes looking a little sad, around Ciri, had been an education for the men who would always think of themselves as ‘Vesemir’s Little Lads’.

“She won’t be a witcher,” Vesemir said. “Couldn’t be even if we would want it, and I never would.”

“No,” Geralt said.

No,” agreed Vesemir. They looked out over the darkened landscape.

“I never wanted a family,” Vesemir said after a while where their breaths hung in the air before them. “‘O course, witchers aren’t supposed to, but you’ve built a nice little family for yourself, laddie. It’s not as may be, not like you’d find in villages or in your pet bard’s fancy songs. But you’ve a brave and rather headstrong daughter, and she has a mum, and a dad, and two already very protective uncles.”

“And a grandpa,” Geralt cut in.

“And a grandpa,” Vesemir agreed. “But a family needs a little more than that. There’s gotta be someone to teach the lass how to love.”

Geralt was about to protest that he’d seen plenty of loveless marriages, but then considered the results in the children. Jaskier was one, he knew. The sort of lost way Jaskier sucked up approval, when they’d first met, the way he’d drank up compliments like a man with water in the desert, whenever Geralt thought on it there was a sort of humming ache. He’d consulted with Eskel on the feeling, concerned it was illness. Apparently, it was just what happened when someone you loved was hurting and it wasn’t something you could kill or fix.

“It doesn’t need to be romantic love,” Vesemir said, obviously seeing Geralt’s face. “And she’ll know how to love family fine, and how to love friends, as you and Yennefer figure that out between the two of you. But your bard loves you, and the way you love him can teach her how to love others and herself. And if Ciri has another dad maybe you can worry less.”

Geralt chuckled. Ciri could have fifty parents, and Geralt would still lose sleep worrying. Vesemir smiled back at him, eyes crinkling and moustache lifting like a bristle brush that had learned to fly. Then he slapped Geralt on the back, and Geralt, the White Wolf of Rivia, Butcher of Blaviken, the witcher who had twice survived the Trials, felt his spine compress like a spring and he was sure he felt a rib creak.

“Love Jaskier, lad. Hold tight to him. We rarely get good things.”

Then Vesemir walked back inside and Geralt stared after him. There weren’t many old witchers, dangers of the job and all that, but Vesemir was proof that witchers, like oak wood, only solidified with age. 

Geralt followed him inside. 

The next days passed in a flurry of activity. Ciri had been let off of training with the wolves to pack for her journey with Yennefer, and to be quickly given the rundown of the basics of magic. The wolves were packing as well, preparing to leave Kaer Morhen. In between final preparations and weapon repair, Geralt checked over The List.

The List was supposed to help him court Jaskier. It was the combined brainchild of everyone (except Jaskier, of course) at Kaer Morhen. More importantly, his intention to court Jaskier met with Ciri’s approval. 

When the day arrived, Geralt felt a curious lump in his throat. He watched Ciri say goodbye to Eskel and Lambert, the latter picking her up and swinging her in an arc, letting her joyful whoop echo about the courtyard. Then she hugged Vesemir, and he crushed her very gently to him. And then she turned to him and Jaskier. 

He was thankful that Ciri bade Jaskier goodbye first, watching the bard wipe a surupticious tear away as he held the blonde girl. It was Geralt’s turn and he didn’t know what to do. He cleared his throat.

“Follow Yennefer’s instructions,” he said. That didn’t seem like enough. “And don’t talk to strangers,” he said. It still seemed insufficient but he was out of advice so he stuck out his hand to shake. Ciri laughed and leapt at him, throwing her arms around his neck.

He held her there, reveling in hugging his daughter, his child surprise, who was so full of surprises and he felt, for the first time in many years, the feeling of rather full tear ducts. He blinked them away. 

“Good luck,” Ciri whispered in his ear. Jaskier wouldn’t have heard, but the witchers with their enhanced hearing surely had. Geralt nodded and set her down.

He coughed awkwardly and pulled out a little packet wrapped in burlap and some rough twine. Ciri beamed and pulled at the string so that the packaging fell away. A long piece of metal, bent into a thin U shape lay in his palm, the ends were surprisingly sharp. Ciri picked it up and examined it, then looked up at him questioningly. 

“Hair pin,” Geralt said gruffly. “For your hair. And stabbing.” He mimed a clumsy, underhanded stab. “Eskel helped me silver plate it. For monsters. But also men, if they’re close enough.” He trailed off, knowing he sounded awkward. Who gave a self defense implement as a gift?

Ciri beamed at him again. “I love it,” she said, also miming a few stabs. He supposed that as a parent he shouldn’t be so proud of the light in his daughter’s eyes when she talked about stabbing, but he was almost certain that she got that trait from Jaskier, who tended to get...pointed about disagreements in pubs.

Yennefer stepped forward and carefully took the hair pin from their daughter, swooping her silver blonde hair back into a twist and sliding it in place. She placed a hand on Ciri’s shoulder and smiled at Geralt, and he was reminded again of that vase, stronger and more beautiful for the cracks in the facade. She then gave him a quick side hug and and even one for Jaskier, and opened a portal.

Geralt stared after his friend and his daughter long after the portal closed, until Jaskier, hand wrapped in a heavy mitten, gently took his wrist. They waved to the other wolves, and left, Roach walking obediently alongside. 

And then it was just the two of them. Again. Just like the last twenty years. That thought occupied him as they made it down the Killer. The path down from Kaer Morhen was deadly, but that year Geralt made it down without thinking, keeping half a thought to Jaskier’s ambling form as he went.

How old was Jaskier? 

He’d been eighteen or so when they met. Eighteen plus twenty-two was forty. Forty wasn’t that old for a human but Jaskier didn’t look too much different than he had at...Geralt did the math. Twenty-five? But there were signs. A few lines here and there, although Jaskier was insistent about his skincare. A line of silver, just a few hairs, probably unnoticable except to Geralt’s enhanced eyes. He was aging better than a human should.

Or perhaps not. Time was tricky for witchers, never staying in one place, never knowing people long enough to watch them age, he didn’t really know what to compare Jaskier to. 

He did know how long humans lived though. And at the base of the mountain he came to a resolution, felt it settle in to his bones as deep as his mutations, deeper, even. 

Twenty years, or nearly, where he hadn’t known Jaskier. Twenty more where he hadn’t admitted they were friends, or that he loved him. Eighty years in a human life span. And Geralt would love Jaskier, and make sure he knew he was loved, for the next four decades, give or take. He looked at his companion, paused as they were to give their feet and Roach a rest. The weak, watery sun of the early spring day fell on Jaskier’s face, dappled through the branches, which as of yet held no buds.

He pictured lines appearing, laugh lines, smile lines, crinkles carving themselves into the landscape of the familiar features. He pictured silver through the hair, more, in thicker streaks at the temples. Geralt saw a lifetime, Jaskier’s lifetime, in an instant. Silver covered warm brown, strong legs grew shakey, lines crowned a forehead and swept about clear eyes. 

What would happen, Geralt thought, when Jaskier could no longer keep up? But Geralt knew what would happen. He’d take Jaskier to Kaer Morhen, or go with him to Oxenfurt, and spend his days with him. It had been a few short months since he’d realized he was in love with Jaskier, but that was only because Geralt’s skill with emotions was roughly similar to Jaskier’s apparent self preservation. Why had he let the lad talk to him in a pub? Had he loved him then? He remembered the shock of not being feared, of looking into clear, bright eyes and seeing admiration, the fierce protectiveness that had flared when he woke and saw the fool tied to him in an elven lair. Had it been love? 

Watching Jaskier whisper softly to Roach as snow melted around him, Geralt was sure it had been. Destiny, Fate, the two bit tart who kept fucking him over, had given him his greatest blessing in a form that Geralt, up until that very second had considered a myth. Love at first sight. Love had brought him Jaskier, and Ciri, and a fast friendship with the most powerful mage on the Continent. Love had brought him a family in the form of a wayward bard with bread in his pants. And Geralt had forty more years to cherish him. 

Step One the list had said in Eskel’s clear writing. Kiss his hand. Being mindful of Step Two, to mind his manners, Geralt crossed the clearing to Jaskier and took the thick woolen mitten in his gloved hand. 

“May I?” he said. Jaskier gave him a baffled look, but nodded.

Geralt pressed chapped lips to a palm wrapped in knitted wool, and Jaskier smiled, albeit a little confusedly. It didn’t matter. Geralt wanted to spend the next forty years wrapped in that smile. 

Then Jaskier asked him if he was feeling well.

#its a lot #tons of feels #did i shed a tear writing this? #no these falsies dont put up with water #but it was a close thing #grandpa vesemir #good mom yennefer #lowkey buffskier but not yet #geraskier #dyslexic Geralt #he's doing his best but emotions are hard

[lifesabe-ch]

sugar momma - jj m.

summary: you forget you had plans with JJ, so you make him tag along with what your doing. he swears he isn’t enjoying it... but he definitely is 

pairings: jj maybank x reader

warnings: none

a/n: more JJ. whoops. anyway, I wanted to do some kook stuff without the reader being all “I hate my life!” so... enjoy this mix of worlds :)

As you pushed open the door, you were greeted by a number of potent smells. The polishes were arranged neatly in rows, and the flower pots were freshly watered. The decor of the salon was simply enough, with black furniture and red accent pieces all around. The TVs on the wall were even on, playing some day time television show, the sound softly occupying the small space, save for some classical music seemingly coming from a back room. The space itself was air conditioned and the people seemed friendly enough. All and all, it was nice.

“This place has power and we don’t?”

Glancing over at JJ you shushed him lightly, smiling apologetically to the middle aged woman who was now giving the two of you a once over.

In a more hushed tone, he added, “Plus, it smells.”

Watching as he wrinkled his nose dramatically, you sighed, “Stop being such a baby. It won’t take long, then we can hang out.”

“Why can’t you just get your nails done tomorrow?”

“Because,” You said, already taking in all the polishes on the wall, searching for any color that stood out to you. “My mom is having this party and she needs me to look nice.”

“Ah, right. Forgot kooks have a standard to meet.”

Shoving him softly, you let his comment slide. You were used to hearing passing comments being made about kooks by JJ. Even before the two of you had started hooking up, you were used to the kook comments from his friend group.

Truth be told, you were an unlikely match. At first, the two of you couldn’t even look at each other. Your circles were taught to hate one another. But one summer, after your father had hired him to work on his boat, you realized that he wasn't all that bad. Sure, it took a little time for the two of you to warm up to the idea of one another, but that didn’t stop you from hooking up behind everyone’s backs. Hell, you were still doing it to this day.

No one knew the two of you were together. You always figured it’d be too much of a hassle to have to ease each other into completely different worlds. Besides, you liked having JJ all to yourself. He was your own dirty little secret.

“What about this one?”

Pulling you from your thoughts, you watched as JJ handed you a bottle he had pulled from the clear shelves. The color itself was a peachy orange shade. It wasn't so light that you could barely see it, but the orange tones weren’t so prominent that it was practically fluorescent. It was a perfect balance. And, it matched the dress he had seen hung on your door after sneaking into your room.

You grinned, getting on your tiptoes to lightly press a kiss to his lips, “It’s perfect.”

His annoyance seemed to disappear only momentarily, because as soon as you had made your way over to the free nail tech, he was already whining.

“Y/N, I’m thirsty.”

You sighed, “I have water in the car.”

He scoffed, “But it’s hot water.”

Having overheard your dilemma, the nail tech gestured to a small fridge in the corner, “We have water, if you’d like some.”

Grumbling as he walked over to grab himself one, he sipped it slightly as he stood over you once again.

In no time, he was back to whining, his hand finding his way to your shoulder as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Hey, are you almost done?”

“JJ… he just started.”

He groaned loudly, making you recoil from the sudden noise in your ear, “Hey!”

He ignored you, pulling out his phone and scrolling for a bit, before glancing back down at you. This time, he hadn’t even bothered to whisper.

“How long is this gonna take?”

“Like an hour,” you replied, watching as the chipped polish was wiped clean off.  

“An hour?” He exclaimed, “That’s so long! You just sit here and watch him do your nails for an hour?”

You shrugged, “It’s really not that bad, JJ.”

“What am I supposed to do for an hour?”

The man still listening, mostly due to JJ’s obnoxious whispers, and not-so-whispers, glanced between the two of you, before briefly gesturing over to his coworker.

“She could do your nails if you want.”

“No,” JJ spoke instantly, shaking his head, “Not happening.”

You were on a completely different page as him, thinking the exact opposite. Maybe this way, he wouldn’t whine the whole time, “Yes! That’s a great idea.”

“No. No way. I’m not getting my nails done.”

“You are,” You said, before looking back over to the lady who was patiently waiting to see if she had just gained a customer, “He is.”

“Ugh, Y/N!” JJ whined.

“Come on! How else are you gonna spend the time? Watching me watch him do my nails?”

“I’m just gonna mess them up anyway,” he shrugged, glancing down at his dirty fingernails subconsciously.

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re not paying for them then.”

“No, I’m not letting you pay for me to get my nails done,” He scoffed. “You pay to get my nails done? What am I, a housewife?”

Sighing lightly, you pulled your free hand into your pocket and pulled out a credit card. Gesturing to the girl at the front desk, you handed it to her as she walked over.

“Can you charge me for two manicures?”

JJ groaned, “Ma’am, no, please don’t listen to her.”

The woman looked between the two of you, your card in hand, unsure of whose direction to follow.

Narrowing your eyes slightly at the boy, you waved him off, “Don’t listen to him. And give yourself a $20 tip, too.”

With that, she was off to swipe your card and tip herself, JJ’s argument practically unmade.

Grinning sweetly at him, you pat his arm with your free hand, “All done. Now, are you really going to make me pay for nothing?”

As the woman returned your card, he begrudgingly made his way to the chair a table over from you, watching as the person seated across from him began working.

“For the record, I’m not going to enjoy this.”

Rolling your eyes, you looked back at your own hands, shaking your head to yourself.

“Your boyfriend seems like a handful,” the man filing your nails commented, reprimanding you as you recoiled slightly.

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“And he’s getting his nails done for you?”

When you didn’t respond, he glanced back down at your nails, before adding, “Seems like he wants to be.”

Eager to defend yourself, you scoffed, shaking your head, “No, that’s not it. We’re not together… not like that anyway.”

“So, he’s just a sugar baby?”

Your eyes widened at the insinuation. JJ, your sugar baby? No. The two of you paid for things equally… you paying for the more pricey places the two of you visited, him paying for wherever he had chosen for you two to visit. It was fair… but glancing over at the blonde haired boy, you began to piece together why he thought that.

While you wore your most casual attire, it was still ten times pricier than what JJ had on, his loose fitting t-shirt and cargo shorts doing apparently all of the talking for the image he gave off. You didn’t mind his fashion sense. Sure, you didn’t like it, but you didn’t mind it. You liked how relaxed he looked. You also liked stealing his clothing from time to time. And you loved how his hair was always naturally tousled. It made you want to run your fingers through it, appreciating the lack of hair product he used.

As you admired the boy, you realized that the man may have been on to something. Not about the sugar baby thing, the other thing. The two of you weren’t dating, but that didn’t mean you didn’t want to be. You wouldn’t mind having JJ as your boyfriend.

Realizing you hadn’t given him a response, you looked back over, shaking your head, “No, he’s not.”

He only shrugged.

The rest of the time passed in relative silence. Even JJ didn’t talk much, only asking a few questions here and there about what that was and what this did. In about an hour, like you had said earlier, the two of you were walking back to your car.

“That guy back there asked if you were my sugar baby.”

“What?” JJ sputtered, shaking his head at you as he stopped examining his nails, “No! I’m not your sugar baby.”

Laughing a bit at his reaction, you shrugged, “I didn’t say it.”

Even though you were the one driving, JJ opened the door for you before running around and getting in on the passenger's side.

As he sat down, he shook his head, mumbling, “Now I’m a sugar baby and I have my nails done. Next thing you know, I’m gonna be jumping into bed with John B.”

Poking him gently, you grinned, “Hey, he’s not that bad looking!”

“Hey! Stop that, he’s mine,” JJ joked, smiling as he got a laugh out of you.  

As he scanned through your radio, the two you sat in silence. You hadn’t pulled out of your parking spot yet, instead just admiring his features.

Glancing over at you, he smirked, “Wow, already thinking about getting your hands on me again? Thought this morning would’ve been enough-”

You scoffed, cutting him off, “Shut up, asshole. He also asked if you were my boyfriend.”

“Oh.”

For the first time all day, JJ didn’t know what to say. He stared at you as he cleared his throat, fiddling with one of his rings, “What’d you say?”

“I said no.”

“Right,” He nodded. “Because we’re not dating. So… that makes sense that you said that.”

“Do you want to be?”

“What?”

“What?” You responded, shaking your head as a blush dusts across your cheeks. Uneager to repeat yourself, part of you hoped he hadn’t heard you and you could just pretend you hadn’t asked.

“Are you… are you asking me out?”

Your eyes trace along the hem of your top, desperately searching for something, anything, to look at that wasn't JJ, “Maybe? I mean, if you want. If not, we can just pretend I never asked.”

Gently lifting your chin with his hand, your eyes met his as he reached across the center console and pressed his lips to yours. It took you a moment to react, but your hand soon found its way to his hair as you got closer to meet him halfway.

Pulling away after a moment, JJ grins at you, “I can’t believe it.”

“What?”

“I’m really shacking up with a kook.”

“Hey!” you shout, playfully shoving him back into his seat.

He laughed, leaning back over to grab your hand, “I’m joking. But seriously, I thought you’d never ask.”

Smiling at him, you brought his hand up to your lips, kissing it softly, “Really? Part of me thought you’d say no after I made you get that manicure.”

“I mean, you’re no John B.,” you rolled your eyes at his comment, but let him continue, “But I don’t mind getting manicures every once in a while if it means I get to be your boyfriend.”

Later that day, JJ found himself back with his group of friends. The two of you had decided to keep things between the two of you for just a little while longer. At least, until you figured out how to tell everyone. So you had dropped him off near John B’s house after your afternoon together and headed home.

Now he sat on the edge of the boat, and examined his newly manicured hands, letting the sun bounce off the shiny surface, as he twisted them left and right.

John B. looked over at his friend, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead, “Dude, are you going to help?”

“I can’t,” JJ said simply. “I’m a new man, John.”

Rolling his eyes at the blonde, he paused his work on the boat’s motor and made his way over to him, “What?”

Wordlessly, JJ extended a hand, showing off his clear coated fingers. John B. examined his hands for a moment, before skeptically glancing up at his friend, “Did you get a pedicure?”

“Don’t be stupid, John. It’s called a manicure,” JJ chastised, pulling his hand away.

Making her way over, Kie stood beside John, crossing her arms over her chest, “How’d you afford that?”

“Probably stole it,” Pope added, glancing over from his spot in the shade, but not making any move to get up.

“I’ll have you know that this manicure was paid for in full. A tip was even left.”

“You shackin up with a kook now?”

Rolling his eyes, JJ shrugged, “Guess you could say I’ve got a sugar momma.”

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank outerbanks #jj outer banks #jj maybank x reader imagine #jj maybank x you #jj maybank outer banks #outer banks #outer banks imagine

[lovee-infected]

Macaroon anon I love you and how can I resist writing for such a great idea? I really wanted this piece to take place as Ciel was stuck in twst in my previous au but since I mentioned dorm leaders there it couldn't be really done...Rip

A twisted path ✨

~ Black butler x twisted wonderland ~

Feat : Mey-Rin , Bard & Finnian

Poor trio stay away in shock of not only his unexpectedly loud shout but also...eh...his appearance .  Are they wrong or does this guy really look similar to master Ciel...?

Coming conscious still with his eyes closed , he hears some sounds around him:" He dead ?-""No I don't think he is, his chest is still moving" "Anyway what's this body doing hear at Phantomhive's mansion? If he's been stabbed or something it's going to be troublesome," "Na I guess this dude's just been really drunk y'all. Also...what's with the clothes ? Could it be that he's somewhat of an actor from nearby theaters ?" "Aye? Since when are the designs this messed up...- I guess we'd better get rid of it before mister Sebastian returns, maybe burry hi-"

Riddle freaks out as he hears this idiots wanting to burry him alive and immediately wakes up screaming at them to stay away.

Riddle on the other hand gazes upon what he just faced: a red haired haired maiden wearing a pair of glasses, a yellow haired boy with green pupils and a rather buff man with a toothpick in his mouth staring at him. " Ah- He a'live ! Man ya gotcha be more careful with drinking," the buff man chuckles. Riddle suddenly feels highly unsafe: Who are these people? And where am I? He's read NRC's maps enough to know that such a building is surely not a part of it , come along it's weird people. Was he kidnapped while asleep...?He pulls up his staff and starts threatening them with it , wanting them to immediately introduce themselves and explain what he was doing here- wherever it was-

Finnian tries to calm him down with a soft smile and a friendly attitude, but Riddle is strong at his point: He wants answers.

When he sees them all trying to calm him down with no explanations he gets mad : "OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!"

...What ? Wait-maybe try again:"Off with your-Heads!" ...Why isn't it working? Riddle stays still, the magic collars have to be around their neck but- they are not...?? There must've been a mistake: " Off with your heads - Off with your HEADS - OFF WITH YOUR HEADS DAMN IT-"

Mey-Rin, Finnian and Bard stare at their angry guest shouting nonsense and getting as red as a tomato, what is wrong with this guy..?

Riddle is furious and confused , what's the matter ? Is his magic blocked the same as that time Beans day?  He doesn't know , and he doesn't like it

Riddle starts shouting at them asking what they've done to his magic and the poor guys just go...Huh ? Riddle keeps on getting redder and redder as if he's about to explode . He starts threatening them from reporting them to the head master to giving them to the official policies for kidnapping and neglecting his picture 

Finnian then decides that maybe it's better to leave him to mister Sebastian and so : Picking up a huge branch and a striking it to his head , savage

Riddle passes out immediately whoops- maybe Finnian should have been softer-

They stay there gazing upon their... masterpiece . Finnian might have even broken his skull - Good god , what should they do now ? They must wait until mister Sebastian arrives ; But where is he now ?

Feat : Suma & Agni

"Pssssssst- Agniii...I guess he finally woke u-" " M- my prince , y-you sure that it was a good idea too bring a total stranger out of nowhere to our home ? I'd greatly appreciate it if you be more ca-"

Argh...what is with all noises around him ? He's told Ruggie a million times not to let anyone in his room whole he's taking a nap even if it's gonna be the grim reaper ; what are these brats doing here?

Leona rambles under lips and with a push he's awake : " Oi , you'd better know that I don't like having my naps ruined,"

Suma gasps at the sight of him being finally awake and tries to offer his unwanted guest a welcome hug which Leona rejects- Poor Suma

Leona isn't yet realizing what actually is going on , from not knowing that this isn't his room to the fact that he's now at more than 100 years ago in a whole different world ; ironic

Leona orders them to take this annoying conversation out of his room just to face Agni's locked expression : "Your room...?"

Taking a better look , Leona finally gets that this probably isn't his room and these people surely aren't from NRC

Sounds get echoed through his brain and he feels a small ache inside it . He rubs his head ...why does everything feel so strange ? Something is different ... could it be that he's still sleepy or..? Wait a second - Why can't he shake his tail ?

He immediately looks back to see if he's sit on his own tail but faces a terrifying scene : There is no tail . Is it cut off ????

and a newer fact flashes his brain : There are no ears either . But then how can he still here the sounds ? "P-please don't be", he begs . His hands shake as he brings them up to touch both sides of his head ; wishing not to find what he is looking for . And they are ! Human ears !A mild shiver is sent down his neck and he rushes to the mirror on the other side of the room just to face this nightmare with his own two eyes

He stares at the mirror with his eyes wide open and mouth as if he is going to shout . No...

Oh...nevermind . He has to calm down ; it's nothing but another fancy dream . He'll soon wake up and these will be all gone . Leona tries closing his eyes and cursing , wanting to wake up to sanity when he opens them again

Surprise : Nothing's changes . Two crappy brats still staring at him . Agni is now a bit suspicious but Suma on the other hand is really motivated : " Ahh~! Sorry if it's strange to sleep in the streets and wake up in bed- I just saw you laying there in a death like slumber and couldn't help but to bring you along ! Also , haven't we met before ? I'm pretty sure that I've seen your face somewhere before... Don't you happen to be from India ? "

Agni is really stressed out and keeps warning the young boy : " My prince ! He's now all conscious and fine , then I'd lead him out of he-"

"Prince , huh ?" Leona wasn't ever really interested in visiting ally kingdoms back at his home town so he barely got to meet any other princes , hm but to think that this cherishing child is actually a prince...man , the world has really changed

But he has no time for such games now , he has to find Ruggie or anyone else who may lead him out this insanity and return him his ears and tail

He asks for where he is - else than Suma's mansion - and the answer doesn't really do any help either . Where on the bloody hell is London ? And if these people found him laying in the streets when the heck did he even get here ? Well , doesn't really matter now , but where is NRC ?

Suma and Agni probably don't know where NRC is and Dire Crowley ? Suma wonders if this guy was the one who fooled him to buy a sick elephant which died a week after in india , but Agni is sure that neither him nor his prince have ever met a single soul named this

Leona is getting more and more pissed off wasting time chatting with these idiots so he takes his way out , ignoring Suma's begs for him to stay for lunch at least

He freezes just at the second he opens the exit doors and gazes upon the streets : Horses? carriages ? 19th century's clothing ? How long have these people been stuck in this lack of technology?

He feels like he now really needs to make a phone call but searching his pockets he finds both of them empty...those brats stole my-

He was close to getting hit by a carriage when someone shouts at him with a : " OUT OF WAY YOU SON OF A-"

He is now ready to get in a fight but a sound cuts him off : " LEONAAAA HELLP-!!!!!!" , this extremely annoying sound...what the heck is he doing here and : WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL HAS HE DONE NOW !!!????

Feat : Lau & Ran-Mao

Business tip nu 1 : Always keep calm , even if you end up losing all your magic powers in the surface without the possibility of returning to your original form or knowing where in the damn world you are : K-e-e-p-c-a-l-m

Thankfully , Azul's dope nature avoids him from going crazy during his stay in this...non-Twisted wonderland world

He had heard of theories explaining the possibility of other world's existence ; countless ones indeed . But to end up in one of them without any preparations ? He wasn't planning on that

Well nevermind , that cannot be helped now . let's look for a better way

Lack of facility , cultural deprivation and severe corruption ; is this how humans are ? No wonder the sea witch called them Poor unfortunate souls...

Enough with these people , he must now ignore all other disadvantages and take a look into beneficial sides of it...If he has ended up here , in this world and into this spot of the city there must be something linked to magic nearby ; even if he's surrounded by all these foolish people who haven't ever even seen real magic by their own eyes

Just as he's looking around , something catches his attention : a strange smell . Thanks to his family he's pretty good at following smells to their source and knowing what exactly they are : it's the pungent smell of Opium

He follows the smoke to its source and arrives to a bunch of stares going underground . A board is place next to the stares with something written on it :  Opium Den

Azul isn't one to believe in superstitions but he is sometimes interested to take ambitious  steps ; life sometimes brings you worthy surprises

Entering the shop , someone slightly grabs his arm . He turns his head to face a young, beautiful lady pulling his sleeve softly , eyes empty of any emotions . Without saying a word , Ran-Mao grabs his hat and coat and Azul thanks her , seems like he took the right path

His vision got a bit blurred as must of the air is filled with smoke , not that he isn't used to such atmospheres

" Why welcome to my place , sir . How may we service you today~ ? " a sound says from other side of the room . Azul turns back to face the source of all these smoke holding that young lady from before close , could she be her right arm woman or something ? She seems pretty obedient for one , which is nice

Azul introduces himself and takes a seat . He isn't going to get to his main point at the very first seconds ; he needs to make sure that he's come to the right person . He introduces himself as a businessman from a far away city , came to explore more of business tactics here in London . He offers Lau a small chat toward that , wanting him to give him more information on business if possible and return , he'd be given similar information about Azul's home town

While being considerably great at it , Lau isn't really interested in wasting time talking about business , all he ever cares in some sort of entertainment in whatever he does . Still , he agrees of playing this fake role for a short time . Although he knows that Azul isn't here for this either...

A few minutes pass and they both know that Azul doesn't really care to know how much a pork costs and either is Lau , so takes a serious step himself : " I see you're a man of business , Mr . Azul . I wonder what I you may be able to offer me in return ," Azul clarifies that he would get interesting information if he gives Azul good ones ; everything is clear and equal . "Then , I'm afraid that I've got not much to offer ," Lau sighs , but a small smirks appears of his lips : "But what would you say about some tea ? And maybe a small talk ? "

Lau isn't like others out there and that's pretty recognizable to Azul , but it doesn't make him the right person to trust either . He is continuing this conversation in hope of Lau leading him to the right person he is looking for , someone worthy of a greater contract . Lau lets out a sad sigh feeling sorry that he can't do much help , but he knows that who may do : A well-known friend , serving years working as a right arm man . Talented , well cultured , big on all issues including business : "I'm sure that you'll like him ,"

Well perhaps this thing's starting to work out for him : " Then by all means , lead me to this mister you speak of , Mr. Lau~" "With all pleasure . Bring him his coat and hat , sister " , Lau orders . Pleasure is always his first priority , but nothing would ever break rules of a contract ; He gives , he receives . Even taking him to Sebastian is counted but , he's already thought of that . This young man seems quite entertaining and when he first stepped into his shop Lau was expecting him , a spacial guest

Lau doesn't really care about superstitions , but still enjoys his ambitious steps  . This guy had came to him just as expected and now , something about him tells Lau that getting him to Sebastian will bring him as well newer faces to meet...what an entertaining day it would be

Feat : Tanaka

Jamil is... about to lose his mind . Caught in a whole other world without a meaningful explanation of how he ended up here or why . Magic doesn't work and there is no certain way to scape this situation and make a return to NRC . But the worst thing about it remained certain : He is caught with Kalim

Why in the bloody hell does he always have to be hooked up with Kalim ? Parents forced him into it at childhood , headmaster orders to it at school and now , the world suddenly decides to abandon him together with Kalim ? If it's joke , that's a pretty lame one . Why does he have to live in the shadows of Kalim being the unworthy dorm leader ?

Now lost in the streets , not knowing where to go or who to contact , what a wonderful way to start a day

Kalim isn't liking it at all : dirty streets , loud and short tempered people , street fight and drunk men everywhere , the smell of death filling the air , this is horrible . Kalim is well aware of poverty and deprivation lasting for so long and even remaining until the very present day , but traveling back in time and space to face one of the most terrifying levels of it just isn't his thing . He feels sorry and odd at the same time : Is this how life behind of the walls of his royal castle looked like ? He wishes he could help it . He probably could if he was any linked to NRC right now

He keeps on telling Jamil how poor they look and wonder if there is a way to help...The world Kalim knows has elegant and colorful nights and days but this world...was all caught in a dead gray mist

Jamil doesn't say a word because he doesn't want to listen , Kalim can keep on daydreaming but he has to find a way back a.s.a.p . They can't leave Scarabia just on their own and everyone (including Kalim's Dad) must be really stressed out by now . He continues to look , but there isn't really anything helpful around them . People yelling at each other and smoking the shit out of themselves . Young ladies flirting as young men offer them a carriage ride and tourists staring at each and every building like they hadn't ever seen a place to live inside as if they've been living in a cave so far , huh

Jamil can no longer take it next to Kalim and eventually goes feral : " WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP !!?" He has no control over his words now , he's nervous , furious and freaked out . If he were to compare his mood to something similar he'd say the time he overblotted , just that he had his magic back then

Now Kalim as well gets into a fight with him . What the hell does this have to do with him ? Jamil has to calm down and be realistic unless they'll never find a way out ! Jamil states that if he grew up just enough to realize how terrible their current situation is , he would've had something better to do than showing mercy over some bunches of street rats

The two of them keep on arguing until someone cuts them of : " Hohoho young men ! What's with all these loud sounds ?"

They stop and turn back to face the source of this old , chill voice . Facing a tall , old man dressed in all black clothes which high-leveled servants would wear and a monocle , giving them a soft , calm smile

" Aa- nevermind grandps ! It wasn't like it seemed we were just talking ! Right Jamily ? " he says , putting a hand on Jamil's shoulder and giving a big , wide smile . "H-hey... don't call me that..." , Jamil doesn't like Kalim acting this chill ; but it is embarrassing to see that they actually called attention

"Hoho , better . Now tell me young men , could it be that you have a trouble ? You look awfully down ," Tanaka asks ; sounding just like a grandfather guiding his grandchildren

Kalim takes a look at Jamil , wondering if it's right to do what he's thinking of and Jamil in return , nods as a yes " Well sir , there you see we actually don't belong here yet to another-" Jamil cuts him off before he could mess the whole thing up : " -Another state , indeed ! We came here for some sort of a business trip and were supposed to be on our way back home by now but sadly , ran into thieves . Our families must be really worried for now and I doubt them being sure of us being hooked up here . We lost everything and have no way to contact anyone we know... only if someone nice enough could be found to help us with it right now ," Jamil dropped his head , trying to act as natural as possible . Kalim wants to remind him that this isn't right to lie someone who is trying to help them yet he wonders if he should let Jamil take care of this now , after all he was much of a worthier leader than him to be honest...

" That's so sad to hear dear boy , I'm sure that young master as well would've been really frustrated if he were here ," Tanaka replies . Oh ? Young master ?  Jamil is now interested . Wherever this man came from , it can't be somewhere cheap , Jamil could tell . Leading them to a mightier source would be a better thing than just laying in the streets waiting for some miracle to save them right ? " Young master , you say ? " Kalim asks . " On the second thought , how about me introducing you to my master ? You're not much older than him I suppose , he as well needs to have more friends like you good men  ," Tanaka says with a sweet smile . " That'll be so nice of you um , Mr...? " Jamil asks " Tanaka is fine young boys . And you? "  " Jamil Viper ," " Kalim al Asim ! Glad to meet you Tanaka sir ! " Kalim says , bringing his hand for Tanaka to shake . Tanaka shakes hands with both of them and Jamil decides to make the process a bit faster : " I look forward to meeting this young master you say , Mr. Tanaka . It's always great to meet more men of culture ," Jamil sneakers . " Then by all means , follow me young men ," Tanaka says . With a sound of pop and some smoke , the tall man shrinks into a chibi version : " Ho , ho , ho ," " What the-!!!" Kalim panicks , no magic and yet this dude can shrink all of a sudden huh ?

" Ho ho," chibi Tanaka says before turning back and going to another direction . " I guess we should follow him," Jamil says . Kalim agrees and then , they're both following the chibi old man to the Phantomhive's mansion . Unaware of the two eyes watching them all this time : " Hihihi ~ they're quite interesting ,"

Feat : Grell Sutcliff & Ronald Knox

"Come oooon Ronald~ Shake your lazy ass and bring her along already..." " Oi senpai , that's mean ! This one's quite heavy-" "JUST SHUT UP AND DO THAT ! Don't you know it's rude to question ladies too much ? " " F-fine then , but at least give me a hand ! Have you even checked if she's dead !? " Heavy ? Dead ? She...? Vil isn't born to be disrespected like this . AND NOT A SINGLE SOUL GETS TO PULL HIM BY LEG WHEN HE'S ASLEEP

Vil immediately starts shouting at the Blondie , threating him that he'll regret it if he doesn't let go of him now . Ronald and Grell almost have a heart attack at Vil's chicken like screech which makes them jump

Vil snads up and glares at the two shinigamis : A really ugly female like one all dressed in red and a small blondie brat which looks like...eh..Azul ? Well nevermind ; doesn't matter now

What should he begin with ? Where he is ? Who these potatoes are and how they didn't recognize him being the leader of Pomefiore ? How perky they were to move him while asleep like this and ruin fabric of his overly expensive unforms ? Too many things to do

" Ah you're too loud ! My ears...Such an unexpected shout to hear from a man this hot I'd say..." Grell giggles . Vil's eyes widen , well of course he is beautiful but to be praised like that ? Ew , this is more of a insult ...

Vil decides to ignore Grell and get to the main point : Who they were and what they wanted . Grell smirks before preparing to give a 5 hour long opera show of shinigamis' romance but Ronald locks him on that point : They are shinigamis , they collect souls of the death , they had grabbed Vil because he looked a bit like the woman they were just going to collect yet didn't pay enough of attention to notice that they made a mistake , so they can all leave since they've got nothing to do with each other

Just before Ronald could get away Vil grabs him by collar , asking where they've brought him to . Grell clears that they just moved him by 30-40 meters from where they found him so it can't be really counted as bringing him to somewhere . Vil refuses to believe , wherever he is , it's way further than Pomefiore dorm or even NRC's accessable area ; that can't be . Vil threatens them one more time : " You refuse to tell , you'll end up dealing with the headmaster ," Grell and Ronald probably don't know who the headmaster is but Grell tries to take advantage : "Aaa? Is he one into punishing type ?" Vil is slowly getting annoyed by how weird this red one sounds to him ; To be honest he acts like an impatient porn star or something...

That's it , he's calling Crowley but uh , where is his phone ? Did he lose it ? Impossible . He'll never forget such an important thing to bring along ... Did these brats dare to steal his pockets....!? Vil asks them to give his phone and wallet back : now " Sir , you may like to know that human money brings no good for us and also , I'm afraid that I don't really know what you may mean by phone? " Ronald mumbles (Remember that phone isn't yet invited at their time ). Why don't this guy just let them go take care of their business ?

Vil hates it when people dare opposing him and doesn't ever take that lightly...who do these two think they are ? " Where is Night Raven College , answer or you'll face unpleasant consequences..." Is Vil challenging Grell ? Then Grell's more than ready to see what this human may have up his slave to speak to a shinigami like this : " And what may the consequences be...?" Vil gets tired , a small spell and this red ass bitch would be nothing but a toad , " I tried to warn you , you should've listened..."

Ahem , hello ? Magic ? Why isn't it working ? " Pffffffftttt- Lmao are you high or something man ? You just woke up !You'll be a great actor though I swear- You can drown in all that nonsense ," Grell laughs . " Well then hottie , I'm afraid we've got to go , see you when it's your time ~ " Grell turns to leave but Vil grabs him by collar . No one is leaving until they explain what the actual heck is going on : this place , the magic , everything

Grell on the other hand enjoyed flirting , but can't take being acted to like this . He pushes Vil back and gives him a psychotic smile , bringing up his chainsaw : " Wouldn't it be amazing if I cut those rushy tongue of yours at once ? fewer words , more of a male charm ," "Oh ?" magic may not work here , but they're not all Vil has got , he can still give this bitch guy a lesson without them : " Oi you two , this isn't really gonna workout-" Ronald mumbles but it's too late now -

Feat : Undertaker

At least he wakes up to a more suitable scene , or it seems so - His body couldn't move freely inside of this cage-like space . Is this a cuffin...? He has experience with them from his freshman year but to end up in one of them again ? Could it be that Crowley is planning on another fancy event like their first time ? Boy , he didn't like it anyway . He knocks the door trying to open it but if seems too heavy to be moved . Damnit- , he hears footsteps from the outside : " Someone there ? Why can't I open this ??" A sudden screech from out and the door slides open : " Ah thank yoUWAHAAAA- !!" Idia screams at the sight of the creepy stranger's smile at him ; he wasn't expecting this . Also , this place doesn't look like the mirror hall ? Who is this guy and where is this place ??

" Hihihi you weren't that dead I see , why waking up so soon though~ ?" , Undertaker giggles in his playful tone . Idia needs too many things to be explained to him but he just doesn't have the time , Crewel will burn him in acid if he gets any late for his class again and he doesn't care how weird his current situation is , he has to go

He gets out of the coffin and rushes to the door but Undertaker stops him there telling him not to show up out there so carelessly , which clearly confuses Idia . " Your hair...It is quite fascinating that curses remain strong even as magic gets blocked..." Undertaker adds . Idia is used to people judging him for his family misfortune but this one seemed quite...odd . He decides to ignore it and leave

" ~ Okies then I warned you , but you'll end up needing a real cuffin in a few minutes pwahahaaa-" , Undertaker burts into laughter and Idia leaves

" creepy ass old ma-" , Idia nags slowly before freezing as someone screams really-loudly right into his ears " HAIR ON FIRE , HIS HAIR IS ON FIRE !!" Before Idia can notice what is going on he's gained tens of gazes to himself , why are these guys all dressed so strangely...

" M-mummy is that a monster ? I'm scared..." " Stay away from our children you hellish creature ! " Idia freezes , critiques coming one after one : Demon , monster , Satan , Death . One option left : Run

Idia now has to run for his life , this world just isn't his thing : not at all . Even if it weren't because of being chased by a group of angry humans , do you think that he could last for even one day in this old fashioned zone ? No technology , no phones , no robots , no gummy bears , no wifi- He'd read about how different the world was before the invention of media and couldn't explain how thankful he was to never have to handle a second in the past world because he wouldn't last there for more than an hour- well he wasn't right about never ending up there but , he was 100% right about not lasting for more than an hour

Now there , he is running like he never has , begging his feet to help him this time out of any other time . Angry people screaming and bringing fire and weapons to destroy the evil

He tries to contact any possible source for help but : No magic - no internet . RIP Idia

Meanwhile Undertaker is chilling at his shop , his mind running over the cursed boy and now listening to the sound of the frightened people because of him , how pathetic , If only he had agreed to hide his hair through a safer way...sigh he should have listened to advises coming from someone who has been living within humans for years by hiding his identity as a shinigami as as his eyes... " My my , humans aren't the only fragile creatures I see..." creation can seem disturbing to him sometimes , and that's the best part with it

Back to Idia , he is slowly running out of breath . Well maybe this is the point where he has to give up ? He has long lived as a loser , bastard , procrastinator and wasted almost each and every second of his life ; well perhaps except Ortho , that was a nice work of him . Wish he was here too say goodbye .  He isn't sure if his prayers would be accepted or not but it won't hurt trying : " Good gods who're told to be somewhere up there , I know that I wasn't best that I could be and I won't try to excuse my sins ; just please let it end fast, Ame- " he forgets his prayers as his guardian angel is standing just a few meters away from him ; oh have gods sent an identical twin - human version of Leona for him to be saved ? Well whatever now , he has no time if he's the original furry or not : "LEONAAAA HELLP-!!!!!!"

And yes , he is the original one ! He curses as he sees the population after Idia , what the hell is wrong with this world ? Idia hides behind his back and Leona tries to take control before they end up burning the two of them together : " You people , chill ," " Why you defending that creature ? He a a misfortune ! A demon !" others shout at this words in agreement . Leona laughs it off . He says that Idia is way too dumb for a demon and even if he is one , he's the type to scream his ass off when someone says "hi" . Idia doesn't know if Leona's defending him or not but he doesn't dare saying a word . Leona seems too busy dealing with the crowd and slowly , the argument topic switches from Idia to Leona ; who isn't afraid of punching some faces . The argument slowly takes over and no one (even Leona) realizes Idia sneaking into an alley saving his life . He feels a bit guilty for leaving Leona on his own but he'll be fine , hopefully

Thankfully the alley is deserted and he finally lays down to catch his breath , still panting heavily . He almost got killed today and can't get over it , but things were getting a bit comforting : "Meow~" several cats show up from the corners and Idia puts on a small smile . A white kittens comes closer and allows Idia to touch and comfort him . Idia wonders , how does their lives as a cat here feels ? do they as well get as scared as he was just now?  . A few minutes later when Idia -and his cats- were chilling someone steps closer to them  . Before Idia gets to run away , a tall , black and familiar face shows up and gives him a pretty calm smirk : " My my , I see you as well adore cats, could it be some part of our hellish natures ?"

"...J-Jade...?"

Feat : Ciel Phantomhive & Sebastian Michaelis

Let us be honest , it isn't going to be that bad for him , is it ? His current lifestyle at Valley of the thorns is nothing less than London's late 19th century , just maybe it had more of a natural theme . Well , no technology can be good news since he never really get used to it after all . London's atmosphere as well seem to be just his thing : Sometimes savage but calm , filled with tea parties and great ceremonies , an interesting back ground toward the royal family and in summary , Malleus's ideal theme

Well maybe except some things : 1) HORNS-ARE-GONE . His family treasure , the great heritage that proved him coming from the all great and respected Draconia family , now is gone 2) No need to mention that there is no sight of his fairy ears either- 3) Having his magic lost in this unknown world , he is now nothing different from a fragile human being , just as weak , just as empty , just as disgusting . Oh but our prince isn't totally left on his own here...

Unexpectedly , Phantomhive's mansion is serving a mysterious guest today , even though Ciel was against letting strangers inside the house . Sebastian insisted on being aware of the importance of hospitality as the Queen's watch dog , specially with special guests

Everything seems odd to Malleus , this world , this time , this people and...this master and butler . He is no fool , not even the foolishest of these humans would treat and cater strangers without wanting something in return , therefore he needs to keep his guard up . They shouldn't be aware of his actual identity even if they look deprived of any magic

Ciel is feeling awfully uncomfortable , who is this man ? And what the heck about him might have caught Sebastian's eyes ? This greedy demon wouldn't easily be impressed , so what could it be ?

Sebastian insists that it's how he should learn to treat everyone else if he's willing to be well remembered after death ; he pronounces the last word in a pretty deep , dark tone . Making it clear that how he'll finally die in a sarcastic way which teased Ciel

He decides not to have any argues with Sebastian on that point since he can act pretty cocky with stuff he gets stubborn over , so let's see what he's hiding up in sleeve this time . Though Ciel is suspicious of other stuff as well , this Mr... -whatever he is since he doesn't give them a name- looks like a pale - greenish version of Sebastian . Could he be another demon..?

Malleus refuses to give them a name due to possible risks , yet he has to admit that he's being taken care of properly . The room he's given isn't as big as the one in his castle , but is still considerable for something a stranger would be given . Other than that , anyone else he's met here so far seemed to be pretty chill , oh except this tiny child with a blindfold and he gets to be called young master ? He has to admit that he's impressed . To be in control of all this property when you aren't yet even tall enough to pick your favorite book from the shelf on your own

And there is another guy who is really...how to explain , is it some feeling of deja Vu or he really does look like Silver ? The guy is always talking to the snakes just as Silver talks to the birds and animals . If it weren't because of difference in eye color , perhaps Malleus wouldn't believe that he wasn't Sliver himself . " Your stay won't last much longer master , your friends are on their way here , says Donne ," Snake tells him . Malleus doesn't really know how to feel about him but his words comfort him for some reason...

Ciel says that he needs to check on the trio since they've been calling him all day so he heads to the front yard , leaving Sebastian and Malleus alone

Sebastian offers him some tea and Malleus of course sees no reason to refuse . Sebastian doesn't sit beside him because it's arrogant of servants to sit beside the guests , so he remains stood up . He doesn't bother starting a conversation with Malleus and he does know how to get him to speak . Malleus doesn't mind answering to...some of his questions . How he likes it here in London , if he needs anything else during his stay , but the last question made his eyes widen : Does he do feel any uncomfortable under the terms of not being able to use his powers ?

Malleus doesn't answer , he pretends that he didn't hear him and stares at the window . He is hoping it to help him ignore Sebastian , but what he sees isn't any better :  Isn't that... Rosehearts laying there...??

Malleus has to go , not only because of getting rid of Sebastian at this point but to also check on his ally if he's alright or not :  Did the butler know he too was here all the time ?

Sebastian just knows what was going on in his mind and wants  better answers . Malleus stands up to leave but Sebastian takes grabs his arm before he could do anything : " No need to rush . We still have a lot to talk about , Mr. Draconia ,"

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Note for Idia's part : I was actually planning on Idea having his hair as well gone because , well , no magic no hair ? But that seemed too unfair for him lol

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Monthly Reads | November 2020

Happy 28th! Here are all the fics I read this month and the one I’m (still) currently reading - a whooping 365k fic! And as always: all my love for all the amazingly talented authors this fandom has ♥

❖ Hang there like fruit, my soul/Till the tree die | louloubaby92 | a/b/o - past sexual abuse - angst - 111k ''You still want me?'' he asks, voice thick. ''Yes,'' Harry's answer is absolute, almost defiant. ''But my hands are empty,'' Louis shakes his head. ''I've got nothing to offer you.'' ''I don't care about that. Do you see my hands?'' Harry asks before he cups Louis' face. His touch is gentle. He's always gentle when it comes to Louis. ''When I'm not holding you, I feel empty, but like this,'' he presses closer until their faces are inches apart. He caresses the apple of Louis' cheeks and that's when Louis realizes that he's spilled tears and Harry's wiping them. He didn't even notice; too busy looking into Harry's kind, kind, kind alpha eyes. ''I feel like I'm holding the world and I don't feel empty anymore,'' Louis knows he's a defective omega. He knows its also not his fault but it is what it is. He takes the world head on even when the world is unkind to him. Not Harry though; stubborn as he is, he doesn't back down, not when it comes to Louis.

❖ an island without waves | tofiveohfive | getting back together - angst - post friends with benefits - 5k Louis feels unreasonable. Less than a month ago, his consciousness was clean, not a hitch in his step. However, since the day the smallest seed of doubt planted itself in his mind, Louis keeps second-guessing himself and his choices. Every time he turns a corner, there’s some variation of Harry’s essence waiting to haunt him. A smell, a sound, a flavor, a color. Something Harry had mindlessly left behind. Something Louis is certain Harry would love if he could show him. Harry is in everything. He’s everywhere. An AU inspired by Niall Horan's songs: Everywhere | San Francisco | Still

❖ can't believe i captured your heart | millsx | break up - implied/referenced charcater death - domestic fluff - toxic relationship - 22k Harry wants Louis to teach him how to ride a horse for a date. Louis wants Harry to break up with said date. Or, the one where Harry is in a toxic relationship and Louis is there to get him out of it.

❖ Want It Flowing Through My Streams | screwstyles | Tennis AU - a/b/o - strangers to friends to lovers - 30k Wimbledon ABO AU: Harry has just qualified for his first Grand Slam, and he’s prepared to make the most of it – that is, until his heat unexpectedly hits him only a few days before his first match. And it’s just his luck that Louis Tomlinson, the resident bad boy of British tennis, is the only person around to help him.

❖ pull me back together again (the way you cut me in half) | 28sunflowers | post-break up strangers to lovers to exes to lovers - cheating - angst - 26k When trying to figure out who the love of his life is, Harry’s brain brings back a specific name from his past. That’s why, a decade after a messy divorce, Louis opens his door to find his ex-husband standing on the other side, asking for a second chance. Or a This Is Us AU starring Harry as Kevin and Louis as Sophie, but I selectively choose to use only some parts of what's cannon on the show.

❖ Pride and Peace | BrklynVan | canon compliant - hurt/comfort - fluff - angst - The X Factor era - 4k Louis stays off of social media and mostly out of the public eye as much as he can. So, when his publicist calls him at 7 AM to tell him that Harry Styles is releasing a Rolling Stone article in which his name appears many times he doesn't know what he is supposed to feel. “I got an email from Harry Styles’ team today about a piece in Rolling Stone. You are mentioned a few times and Mr. Styles wants your approval.” Louis can feel his heart drop and sudden panic makes his head feel heavy. He is quick to calm himself down and realize it could just be about their time in One Direction. “Ah, like music-related and shit?” He asks in hopes she will confirm it’s only about One Direction and he can go back to sleep. “Some parts, yes. I have sent it over to your email. Just to get an idea, It’s a..- its dropping for Pride Month.”

❖ sunflowers, sunshine, and you | soldouthaz | enemies to lovers - slight angst - 28k Sunshine county is small but mighty and Harry takes pride in knowing nearly each and every person that lives inside of it. For nearly eleven years now he’s been sheriff, and not one of them he’s ever regretted settling down here. He knows the road names like the back of his hand, knows the people and the animals and the way the world works here. In all of the time he’s been here, not a thing has changed. So, all things considered, when he starts seeing a beat up pickup truck roaming through town with plates he’s never seen before, Harry, to be frank, jumps on that like a fly on fresh dog shit.

❖ wake the morn and greet the dawn (with hearts entwined and free) | mixedfandomfics | selkies - mysthical - scottish folklore - implied/referenced homophobia - attempted kidnapping - ableist language - 21k It was a great storm that sent Harry ashore. Grandmothers professed they had not seen its like in a generation, and fathers lost their sons to the sea.

❖ Gimme Some Sugar | nonsensedarling | mutual pining - fluff - humor - no smut - 14k Louis is scheduled to work an overnight shift with Harry, the hot new pastry chef, to complete a special order. Into the late hours of the night, they bond over music and the ability to make each other laugh like no one else... which makes it harder and harder for Louis to hide his crush. Maybe it won't be so bad if he can't. * Or an AU inspired entirely by a manip of Harry with highlights.

❖ Meant To Be (Arse First) | Anonymous | soulmates - soulmate-identifying marks - fluff - meet-cute - bad jokes - humor - 5k Zayn groans in response, and Louis can hear the slow rustle of his bed sheets in the background. “Is it another ‘you woke up in the back parking lot of a Tesco’s with no pants and I need to come get you before the cops do’ panic or more of a 'I can stay in my bed and lend you an ear’ kind of panic, because I drank a lot more than you did last night, Lou.” “Uhh,” Louis replies eloquently, “more like an 'I have two giant, blood red handprints on my naked arse, and no, they aren't from a good shag’ kind of panic.” ------ Or the one where your soulmate mark appears on your body where they first touch you and stays there until they touch you for the first time. Aka the one where Louis's soulmate must like bums.

♦ Hiding Place | alivingfire | friends to lovers - soulmates - soul bond - canon compliant - mutual pining - slow burn - slow build - The X Factor era - 365k Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual. From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe. Meanwhile, Harry begins to think that maybe fate doesn’t actually know what it’s doing after all, because his other half has clearly been right in front of him the whole time. All he has to do now is convince Louis to give them a chance. Or, the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.

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[s-creations]

In Sickness, In Health Chapter 5 - Broken Arm

Fandom: DuckTales 2017 / The Three Caballeros             Rating: General Audience             Relationships/Pairings:  José Carioca/Donald Duck/Panchito Pistoles     Additional Tags: getting sick, being cared for, mental health, injury, sore throat, common cold, chicken pox, broken bones, whooping cough, taking care of others.

Part of a Series Called: We’re the Three- Sorry, Six Caballeros!

Author’s Note: This chapter is self titled with what's about to happen. But please keep in mind this contains talk of broken bones. If I need to put further tags/warnings on this story, please let me know!

“Dewey, I’m serious, get down!” Huey frantically called.

 “Sorry, can’t hear you. Too high up and doing amazing!” Dewey called back as he reached for the next level of branches. 

 “Dewey!” 

 “Let it go dude,” Louie commented as he scrolled through his phone. Leaning up against the same tree that Dewey was currently climbing. “You’re not getting him down from there. Just let nature take its course.”

 While Huey glared at Louie, Dewey was continuing his trek up the tall tree. Humming his theme song (version 236) while he reached for another branch. His plan for the day was to reach the top of the tallest tree in the backyard so he could see across the bay. To hopefully see across it, maybe even see the entire world and what it had to offer. Maybe he could even find some place interesting enough to visit! Some place close!

 Ah, he was so eager! He couldn’t wait to find out what the rest of the world looked like. Entire body shaking with eagerness, Dewey moved a bit too quickly...

 He lost his footing first. Webbed foot slipped and Dewey quickly reached out to try and grab something for support. Only for his hand to grab at air. The branch just a bit too far out of reach. 

 It was as if time stood still for a moment. Dewey got a brief thought of ‘Huh...maybe this wasn’t the best idea.’ before he began to properly fall. It was strangely exhilarating to hear the wind rushing around him. Sort of like flying. Except the opposite. Because he was, in fact, falling. So this was worse.

 Dewey hit the ground hard, Huey shrieking while Louie let out a cry of ‘Holy Cow!’ as they rushed over. The triplet dressed in blue sat up slowly. Looking around, dazed, but otherwise felt fine. 

 “What were you thinking! You could have been killed!” Huey huffed. Fear being replaced by anger as he glared down at his brother.

 “I was thinking how cool it would be to see the view from the top of that tree. But I guess it wasn’t meant to be for the moment. Oh well, I’ll try again tomorrow-”

 Dewey let out a yelp of pain when he tried to put weight on his arm. Pain shooting through it, the duckling swearing he was about to pass out from it. Taking a deep breath to keep himself awake, Dewey looked down at said arm. Which was clearly broken. Sticking out at a weird angle, but nothing else seemed ‘wrong’.

 “I broke my arm.”

 “WHAT?”

 “Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s broken. Check it.” Dewey casually commented holding up the mentioned limb. Louie looked close to vomiting while Huey turned very pale. 

 “Oh… Okay. Um, Louie, can you get Uncle Donald?” The youngest triplet nodded and dashed back towards the house, happy to not see the arm. Huey, on his part, bent down to examine the damage as best he could. “Ah...so… I don’t think I’m supposed to touch it. But it looks so bad!”

 “Dude, it doesn’t hurt. Just breathe and leave it alone.” Truth be told, Dewey wasn’t really sure why he wasn’t panicking. Maybe it was because everyone else was already freaking out. But, it was probably the fact that, since it didn’t hurt, Dewey wasn’t too worried.

 “Dewey!” 

 Ah, someone else to worry about him.

 “Hi Uncle Donald!” Dewey beamed while being faced with a panicked duck. 

 Donald looked prepared to start pulling out his feathers in panic. “Okay, okay, Dewey, how are you feeling?”

 “Pretty good, all things considered.”

 “Okay, can you walk? We need to get you to the car.” 

 “Sure...I’ll just need help getting up.”

 Dewey was more than patient as the rest of the family rushed around him. Helping him into the car, getting the seatbelt on, making sure he was okay before they set off. A quick trip to the emergency room later and Dewey now had a sweet cast and a story to share with his other two uncles. 

 “This is so cool! Benny had one of his arms in a cast too and he got people to sign it. Do you think I could do that too?” Dewey looked up at Donald, freehand knocking on the hardened plaster. 

 “Of course. You can start carrying some sharpies when you’re at school. Just as long as you don't make everything messy and you don’t distract the class.” Donald commented, finally relaxed now that everything was taken care of.

 At first, Dewey was honestly thrilled to have his cast. It was like getting a fancy new piece of armor in a video game. Wanting to constantly show it off. Happily retelling his adventure with so much gusto to whomever would hear him. It was great. 

 Until it wasn’t.

 The first issue was how uncomfortable the cast was becoming. It was heavy and clunky. He couldn’t sleep because the cast was just dead weight. His arm started becoming both itchy and sweaty. Hot and bothersome with no solution as to how it was supposed to be fixed. 

 The second issue was that there was no one else to tell the story to. All his classmates knew. All his neighbors knew. And, even if his uncles would listen to him, Dewey knew they were becoming bored by the story. The once great armor was now dragging him down. 

 The last issue was that he couldn’t do anything. Uncle Donald made it clear that Dewey wasn’t going to do anything with the cast on. Not that the duckling paid that warning too much attention. Until he realized that the cast was preventing Dewey from, quite literally, doing anything. He couldn’t grab anything. Couldn’t put pressure on it in any way. Hold anything. It was basically a useless arm. 

 “At least you have some time to work on your homework.” Huey offered weakly. Which was only met with an unamused glare. 

 Dewey was becoming so bored. 

 He was currently situated on the sofa during one afternoon. Eyes barely open, barely focused, as he ‘watched’ the television. Dewey wasn’t fully taken in what he was looking at. He was also pretty sure there was a string of drool sliding out from the side of his mouth.

 “Well, don’t you look charming.”

 Dewey merely rolled his head to the side to look over towards Donald. “Hello…”

 “Hello to you too.” The older duck walked over, claiming an empty seat next to the blue dressed triplet. “I see you’ve moved your pity party from the bedroom to the living room.”

 “Not pity.” Dewey weakly argued back.

 “No? Then what are you doing?”

 “Bored?”

 “Ah, I see. Nothing like being sad for yourself.”

 “There’s nothing I can to with my stupid arm is it’s stupid cast.” Dewey huffed weakly. 

 “You’ve done nothing but watch t.v. since you’ve gotten that cast. Why don’t you try doing something new?”

 “Broken arm, can’t do anything.”

 Donald rolled his eyes. “You’re not in a full body cast, you can still move. And your dominant hand is still ‘free’. I don’t mean trying to climb something new. Why not find a new hobby? Read a book, go take a walk, something.”

 “All sounds boring.”

 Letting out a slow breath, Donald took a new approach. “Well, I have something you might be interested in.”

 “Doubt it.” Even with a heavy sigh of boredom, Dewey still followed his uncle.

 They entered a small side room at the back of the house. One filled with mainly boxes and other unneeded odds and ends. They passed the stacked boxes, going towards the sole window. Where an artist easel had been set up. Paints and other tools cluttering a small rolling cart that had been pushed against the wall. 

 “What is this?” Dewey asked as he looked over the pile of paint tubes. 

 “My get away, if you will. When I want a break from everything, I come here and just paint. Just...put on some music and paint.”

 “I’ve never seen you paint before…”

 “Well, I did just start,” Donald commented, taking a seat in front of the easel. “I was told it would help me relax.”

 “So, are you telling me to start painting?” Dewey asked. 

 “Sort of.” Reaching into a large bag that was propped up against the wall as well, Donald pulled out two items. A small sketchbook and a mechanical pencil. “You have an active imagination. Why don’t you try giving your words some pictures?”

 Dewey was skeptical at first. When starting, it was frustrating. Nothing was looking right and it was maddening to try and figure out what something was supposed to look like. Seeing it in his head to transfer it onto paper was difficult. 

 Tio José swooped in to save the day. When Dewey crumpled up another failure. The parrot was more than happy to give his expertise on how to start off a drawing. Getting the basic shapes, proportions, how to look at the whole and the parts of an object, how drawing from real life can help draw from the imagination. After that, there was no stopping him.

 Even with the cast on, it didn’t stop him. If anything Dewey started using it as a weight to keep the loose paper still. The rest of the recovery melted away. The blue cladded duckling happily returned to school with a fully healed arm and a number of handcrafted books to share. 

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[danicarosaline]

Just My Type | JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader | Ch. 1

Summary: You may perhaps have this tiny attraction to a certain flirty pogue that works for your step dad. All the while your mother is trying to set you up with boys who she thinks are your type.

Authors Note: hello my loves heres chapter one💛 i’d like to apologise for saying the readers face went red from blushing in the Prologue! Im gonna remove mentioning that from my fics so my women of colour will avoid cringing! Instead of using sentences like that, im gonna use the words “cheeks heating up” because anyone can physically feel that happening to them!

Also- this gon’ be a slooow burn (; hope y’all like it🥺🦋✨

Laying face down in your pillow in a plank position, you twist your head towards your balcony when you hear the faint sound of the lawn mower running outside. You sprung up from the Queen sized bed and walk towards your full body mirror to check your reflection.

Not quite liking what you see though so you rush to the bathroom quickly to wash your face and apply a bit of moisturiser to your pretty skin to get that glowly “hey i woke up like this” look. You cringe at the glimpse of your hair. Looking like a lion whose sleeping schedule got rudely interrupted. You start to ease your crazy hair into place with your hands to try and smoothen it out. Throwing up gang signs(peace signs) in the mirror afterwards once done, feeling yourself. Yep, good enough.

Putting on your favourite silk robe (just to be extra) you start to make your way towards the balcony door, sliding it open and walking out slowly. Feeling the morning sun on your skin, you sigh in comfort and flutter your eyes closed. Trying to casually seem like you just wanna get some air and not a certain pretty blond boy’s attention. You throw your hands up in the air, stretching as you do and then smoothly running your ring clad hands to your hair. After a few minutes of trying to look cute by flipping your hair around, you purposely fail to notice the eyes that has gazed upon you.

“Looking beautiful as always Miss L/N!”

Eyes widen and casting down at the familiar voice, you tilt your head and give a kind smile to the foreign man who isn’t the blond boy you thought that was mowing your lawn this morning. Lifting up your right arm to give a wave to the man below you. “Hey there sir Chrisanto! How’ve you been? How’s the wife Miss Marisol?” You ask curiously.

Though you are just a tad bit disappointed to see someone else doing the blond’s every friday—morning job, you can’t help but feel joy at seeing the middle aged man with the funny mostache beeming up at you with the sweetest smile on his face. Chrisanto is one of the best, most dedicated worker you know and has been working for your stepfather for almost 20 years now.

Your step father’s respect for Chrisanto has grown consistently over the years for the man’s kind demeanour, loyalty and the amazing job he does to your lawn and garden. Without him, the outside front and outside back of your house wouldn’t be as impressive as it would’ve been.

Chrisanto is also the reason why that handsome blond works for your dad aswell. The blond was recommended by Chrisanto to take over the days he couldn’t make it to work because of some back problems that he’a gained through the years of over working for other people. Knowing this, your parents make sure Chrisanto gets plenty of breaks and days off, thus calling in the younger male to take over the shifts of Chrisanto’s.

“Oh you know, bitchy as always!” The man lets out a loud laugh at his own joke which you can’t help but laugh too.

“She still complaining bout’ that knee?”

“Everytime dear, everytime” he sighs with a shake of his head and a little smile to his face to the thought of his beautiful, whiny wife annoying him every morning about her knee.

“Do not marry yet Y/N! You too young, too young” he hollers at you with a wave of his hand.

“Damn sir Chrisanto if only you warned me that sooner, a wedding for me is already being planned by my mum as we speak!” You holler back at him.

“Who the future husband? Blondie?” He cackles at the weird expression you made with your face. Oh he definitely knows about your crush on the blond. He was young and inlove once too. He saw the way you stumbled on your words when he conversed with you and your step father, and the attention not being on him, but on the boy who was cutting away at a bush in the back yard.

You tried to joke with Chrisanto during that time but was so distracted by the pretty blond fellow you just couldn’t form a proper sentence and Chrisanto knew what was up. Eventually snapping out of it when your step father asked if you were okay.

“Chrisanto you play too much man! but hey ill catch you later yes?” Making your way back inside your room, your actions came to a halt when he suddenly said-

“Okay see you later Mrs Maybank!” Turning around abruptly you begin to ask who?? But his attention is already back to mowing the lawn, the loud sound of the lawn mower cutting off your voice from reaching his ears. Shrugging it off, you walk away. Keeping in mind to ask him about that later.

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“That was your second bowl of cereal honey are you okay?” Your mother asks, slight concern written all over her face. Placing the empty bowl in the sink, you place your hands on your hips and grin at her.

“Ah yes, now its time for pancakes!” You cheer whilst doing a little dance. She gives you an eyeroll at your enthusiasm but smiles nonetheless.

“Want some mama? I promise not to burn them this time!” Already shaking the bottle pancake mix with your hands. She shakes her head at you and resuming back to the pamphlet she has on her left hand and taking a sip of her coffee in the right.

After watching the butter melt in the pan, you start to pour the third batch of pancake onto it. You plan to eat atleast 4 pieces of pancake because why not? all the weight goes to your boobs and ass anyways.

“Oh almost forgot mum, Kie will be coming over soon!”

Hardly glancing up at you, she hums a little ‘okay dear’ and resuming back to a completely different pamphlet to the ones she had before, all the while walking out of the kitchen. You giggle at her. Heh, mum and her weird pamphlets.

Singing along to the song thats blasting from your Alexa, you flip the pancake with a spatula and letting out a whoop of approval at the sight.

DING DONG!

Deciding to ignore the sound of the doorbell and letting your mother get the door, you resume back to flipping your pancake in peace. After the second sound of your doorbell ringing throughout the house your mothers calls out to you.

“Oh honey can you please get that?” Your mother speaks from the living room.

“Sure ma, cause its not like im cooking or anything” you sass.

With the click of your tongue, you begin to make your way to the front door but moving faster at the thought of it being Kiara on the other side.

Turning the door knob you were left speechless at the sight of the person standing before you.

“Hey! Ive got deliveries”

Oh dear god.

The sound of his charming voice causes your stomach to do flips and your hands to sweat a little from the nervousness. Your heart begins to pick up its pace the longer you stare at him.

Observing the little deep dimple that formed on his right cheek when he smiled down at you.

You watch him place down the 2 bags he held in his toned arms onto the floor while he removes his red cap, fixing his blond locks into place before setting the cap on backwards on his head. Smiling at you again.

God he looks so good in his uniform.

You can’t help but stare into those heavenly eyes that pierced right through your own. The softest of blues, reminding you of the clear sky almost. His eyes held excitment and mystery, making you curious of the things he’s seen on the side of the Cut. Maybe blue is officially your favourite colour.

“Uh hello?”

The voice snaps you out of your daze, causing your face to heat up from embarrassment. You lick your lips and smile up at the smirking handsome blond infront of you. Waiting patiently for you to say something. Obviously noticing that your checking him out.

“What? Oh uh- yes! Hey there” you answer pathetically making yourself cringe.

“Yeah, so here are the deliveries for the week, everything should be in there already and if theres a problem just let me know yeah?” He goes to pick up the bags and handing them to you but before he could say anything else, you lose the grip on the bag when you feel the brush of his calloused hands on yours, causing some things to fall out of the bag.

“Oh-“ “oh no-“

When you both go to pick up the items that fell, you accidentally bump heads with the blond, causing you both to groan loudly. Both muttering out apologies, you go to pick up the items again.

You peek up at him through your lashes, seeing him shake his head at the funny encounter with a little smile forming on his lips. You bite your own to stop that little grin from making its way on your face. Atleast you know he wasnt annoyed at what happened just then.

After placing the last item back into the bag, you stand back up quickly as you watch him do the same. Clearing his throat he hands you back the other bag and this time you grab it with ease, keeping your hands firmly on the bag to avoid embarrassing yourself infront of the cutie again.

“T-thank you..” you stutter out like a sore loser.

“Yeah all goods” he smirks, hand scratching the back of his neck then bringing it back down and sliding both hands into his pockets.

“See ya later then Y/N?” He adds, eyeing you up.

Your eyes widen at the mention of your name slipping pass the gorgeous boy’s lips. Leaving you frozen from where you are. Feeling your heart beat louder in your chest, you’re scared he might hear it. You’re a stuttering mess at this point.

Who fucking knew the blond saying your name would leave you speechless just as much as his mere presence would?

He takes his leave but not before giving you a cheeky wink making you squeal quietly at the action. Your eyes dont leave the boy until he’s fully out the gate. He looks over his shoulder one last time to give a small wave of his hand. smirking as he does so.

You wave goodbye with a shy smile, giggling to yourself when you watch him hop into the company van and takes off.

“Oh my gosh ive never been so close to him before”

“wait how does he know my own name and i still dont know his?” you wonder out loud to no one in particular.

“Y/N L/N, GET YOUR GODDAMN ASS BACK IN HERE NOW! YOUR PANCAKES ARE GONNA BURN THE WHOLE HOUSE DOWN”

OH SHIT THE PANCAKES.

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[vintage-brass-tc]

4/15-16/2021

((THIS IS SO LATE — I blame the incoming exams))

Okay, wow! These two days were PACKED with moments!! I’ll try to give an overall summary of the ones I’m thinking most about. Super hard to pick which ones to write here!! 😳😳

Apologies in advance for the super long post once again! I just get carried away with these things.

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I was assigned to play something for W one morning before school. I was pretty nervous about it, so I decided to arrive thirty minutes before my time slot to give me time to practice.

After I stopped and got my stuff together to go inside, I noticed that a stunning vehicle was moving up to the left of me. It slowly rolled through the rows of other vehicles until it found an open parking space. The car then began to adjust so it could park trunk-first into the open spot.

I looked inside the wonderful car as it was almost done moving backwards, and I could not believe what I saw. Another pair of eyes were already looking at me....and they were W’s.

He seemed to share the same bewildered expression as my own. We stared at each other for two seconds until I forced my head away from his direction. I allowed myself to think.

Just then, I processed how I had arrived the same time W did. I wasn’t sure why, how, or what caused this coincidence, but I was sure that I was going nuts over it. Haha. Maybe the universe was scheming.

I called out to W as he traveled towards the door, asking him when it was okay for me to come in. He replied with a sweet tone and an even sweeter smile. “You can come in whenever you want!!”

I thanked him, got my stuff together, and sped to the (now open) door, all while remaining a good distance away from him.

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Flash forward to playing the music for W. It was definitely something, let me tell you that much.

He walked in and shut the door behind him before turning his head around. “Hey R!!” He quickly shot me a wild look. “Are you ready?”

I scoffed at his jubilant attitude— which he mocked for a bit— and then got started after answering some minor questions he asked about the piece.

Having W standing behind me as I played was terrifying. 😂 I could see him clearly through the reflection of my instrument, and it was VERY hard to focus because of this.

He was moving along with the piece and taking it in the whole time. It was like he flowed with the piece, essentially. Whenever I would make a mistake, he would freeze and kind of snap back into reality.

On the subject of messing up, he stopped me quite a bit during random segments of the song to give out extra tips he had. Every time he would do this, he would step up and lean forward to the right of me. My head would be at just about the level of his chest.

This close proximity revealed to me that W’s breath smells sweet, and slightly of mint. <3 Especially when he‘d sing to me.

He sang a lot of my parts when giving feedback, and these examples, perfect or not, demonstrated what he wanted. As much as I really do adore his singing voice, 90% of the time he couldn’t hit ANY of the correct notes.

He said I was making fun of his singing voice because I was laughing so much. Really though, I was only laughing at how close we were, his volume, his expression, his dramatic dynamic range, his notes that were WAY off . . . okay. Maybe I was making fun of him just a little bit.

When we were finished, he stopped abruptly at the door and praised me right before leaving the room. “Great job, R!”

I smiled and quickly said I didn’t mean to make fun of his singing. He stopped slightly and replied, “MMmm suure, it’s fine!” before popping out to continue doing his work.

I love it when he says my name in a positive light. It’s really special to me.

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Instead of helping A as I would usually do earlier in the day, I got to assist W this time. As you have probably guessed, there are quite a few things that happened. Kind of hard to choose what to put here. 😳

I sat down on a chair next to the kids W was teaching to play along with them as an example sound. W seemed to really love having his gaze linger on mine when he signaled the other tubas to play alongside me.

At one point, he repeatedly shot long, focused glances at me when everyone was playing as a group. I met his look with a challenging one, and he seemed hesitant, as if he wanted to say something.

There were slight moments he looked away to cue others in, but most of the time his eyes were on me. I considered setting my instrument down in case he didn’t want me to play, but I pushed the idea to the side.

When we finished the rep, he told me to help someone with one of their stands, as it was falling down. I suppose I knew then why he looked at me, but I couldn’t help but wonder.

Why would he stare so long to ask me something so simple?

Two other memorable things that popped up during this period took place when W began telling his instrument jokes. He told a tuba joke that had a silly punchline making fun of the little notes tubas would stereotypically play.

I laughed pretty loudly at this despite hearing it from him two to three times before, and he gazed at me with a grin. “R’s laughing because she knows it’s true.” “Ye(hehe)ah,” I chuckled a little more and returned his look with additional nods.

Soon afterwards, he began to ramble. He mentioned that the tubas should get used to seeing while notes because this was basically their “whole life”. This ridiculous but true statement made me smile and shake my head to myself.

W THEN MOCKED ME A SECOND TIME. “R’s like—” he mimicked a person laughing, which gradually turned into crying. (His acting was actually on point though, both vocally and expressively.) I began to cackle excessively because of the imitation.

When the end of class arose and the bell rang, I stayed behind to help make sure the students packed up and left on time. Of course, in exchange, this cost me my own time, which, in hindsight, I should have thought more about in the moment.

I left the room to check if the kids in another area needed help for any reason, then came back to retrieve my stuff so I could leave.

Just in time, when I was walking back towards the entrance of the main band room, W was making his way to walk out. Our gazes locked and he stopped in place.

His left arm outstretched to hold one of the doors while his right was curved to pick up the door-stopper. His body was tilted and his legs were slightly bent to reach the bottom of the door.

I slightly lifted my eyelids at him as a greeting, and he looked back at me with curiosity. When I walked closer to him, slowing down about five or so feet away, he lifted his left eyebrow and smirked at me, seemingly amused.

I felt my brows begin to furrow at his teasing look. “Forget something?” He asked me. “Yeah, my stuff…(it’s in there) . . .” I smiled at him as I inched a little closer. “Oh.”

His face lost the smug expression and instead returned to its usual wonder-filled state. It took a few seconds of looking at me before he realized he was blocking the entrance. I mean, I could have used the other door, buuutttt I forgot about that. Whoops.

He scrambled to get up and hold the door open for me. I giggled at his frantic actions and smiled before thanking him sheepishly. After that happened, I walked to get my stuff, then put it on an empty chair in the room.

While I was packing my mouthpiece and stuff into my bag, W had walked back in at some point. He decided to take the spot on the table in front of me.

I turned to him, “Did the bell already ring?” “Yep,” He answered. “Ahh,” I breathed, facing my belongings once again, “I’m going to be late!”

W paused and looked up from the laptop in his hands, to my direction. “Do you need a pass?” He asked kindly, making me smile. “No thank you, I should be fine.”

“Is your teacher strict about tardies?” He continued the small talk inquisitively. “Oh, no, they’re not, don’t worry.” “Okay,” he muttered, sort of relieved(??). “At least, not with me,” I added.

He acknowledged my statement and I stood there for a good few extra seconds while contemplating.

I took my bag, swung it over my shoulder, and moved over to W. He looked extra confused looking up and spotting me again, haha. He was only sitting still, probably unsure of what to do.

“Uh—” “I decided I’m just going to get a pass (tardiness excuse slip) anyway, just in case.” He nodded approvingly at me. “Good choice.”

After setting his laptop down beforehand, he moved with me to a back table and grabbed a yellow sticky note. He then put it on a music stand. I walked him through my teacher’s name, but that’s it. He did everything else on his own..

I thought that it was cool he knew how to spell my name and stuff. I also got to see his messy handwriting, which is always lovely as well.

After he finished, I took hold of the note and thanked him for his help before going off to class, smiling the whole way there.

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Lastly, W WOULD NOT stop letting the tubas play throughout the majority of the period. He showered us with compliments since we were sounding really good, and it was just amazing.

I always loved the way W looked at me when I was doing something right. It’s so validating. I love him a lot. ❤️

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Whew! That was fun. Not sure why this took a week, but ah well, hope you all enjoyed it nonetheless!

If I start posting about this week right after I publish this one— which I probably will— don’t worry about it. Just rambling as always. ^^

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[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

Hey...I am AN ABSOLUTE jercy TRASH like A HUGE JERCY FAN and I was wondering if you could like a one shot of jealous percy...I have seen a lot of jealous jason fanfics but never really saw a jealous percy!!! Thank you and I LOVE YOUR BLOG SO MUCH...

Hello darling Anon!! Adore that you're #jercytrash (is there really any other way to be????) and I'm so happy you enjoy the mess of content i have🥺💙all the heart eyes

Anyway I loooovvveeeeeddddd this prompt and this is evident by the very many words I couldn't help but write! I do hope you love it as much as I loved writing it☀️please excuse any mistakes it's like 3am here and Ciara be tired as hell

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"Are you coming to the party tonight?"

"Gods no," Percy shivers, face pulling into a look of distaste.

"Why not I heard Annabeth is gonna be there," Leo's eyebrows waggle, earth eyes sparkling.

He wants to laugh, to cry a little too. If only that is the blonde he is so infatuated with.

"Nah bro those parties always end up much wilder than they need to be and nine times out of ten they're shut down by the cops."

"That's half the fun Jackson!" Leo's smile widens.

"I'm good thanks, my idea of fun is sitting here playing Playstation and gorging myself on M&Ms."

"Will you at least promise to come on the trip this weekend?"

"I don't know man," He shakes his head, "I've got a psych test to study for and there's like three assignments due by the end—"

"Oh excuses, excuses Jackson you haven't gone out once since we started. It's gonna be winter break soon and we won't see each other for at least a month." Those brown eyes are puppy wide.

He sighs, half-ready to give in, "Who's gonna be there?"

"The usual gang. And Jason finally gets to come this year! His dad is on a business trip so he isn't spending the weekend for once."

Percy's ears get hot and he hopes they don't look flushed, "Oh that's nice I guess. If you leave me alone tonight I'll come on the trip."

Leo's answering whoop is enough to make him laugh. When he collapses on the couch, after waving goodbye to his friend, there is a warmth blooming in his chest.

Three hours, five packets of M&Ms and a stream of curse words at the TV later, he finally decides to head to bed. But as he's shoving on a pair of sleep shorts there's a knock at his door. He frowns, considers ignoring it but his mind whirls with all the possibilities.

What if someone got hurt? What if someone needs his help? What if someone is....oh gods he doesn't want to think about it. He brushes his fingers against the wooden headboard, rubs at his head, grabs his elbow and then he takes a deep breath and opens the door.

"Peerrccccyyy," A slurring, smiling Jason Grace stumbles into him.

"Jason?" He grabs hold of the blonde's arms and pulls them both into his apartment, "What are you doing here?"

"I came over because–" Pearl white teeth flash, "Wow you're so pretty." Those golden hands grab Percy's chin, pulling their faces together until there is nothing but tension and breath between them.

"What are you doing?" He swallows.

"Has anyone ever told you your eyes look like emeralds glistening at the bottom of a river?"

"Uh no can't say they have," He wants to laugh but Jason's lips are so close and his hand is still on Percy's face and oh gods he needs to move before he does something he shouldn't.

"Have we kissed before? No I'd remember that." Eyebrows scrunch, "I think you have a beautiful mouth."

"I think—" He inhales sharply as Jason's fingers dance along his collar bone, "I think we should get you to bed."

"Aw," Full pink lips pout, "But we are having so much fun."

"I think we'll have more fun when you're sober."

The blonde giggles, "I'm not drunk silly. I only had like... fifteen shots of vodka."

"Jesus Grace how are you even standing?"

"When you're this tall it takes forever for the liquor to do its thing and you need a lot of it otherwise it all goes to your toes and you never get drunk."

Jason is frowning again and all Percy wants to do is kiss the crease in his forehead and pull him closer. Instead he tugs him by the hand and guides him to the bed.

"Where will you sleep?"

"I'll take the couch." He pushes the blanket aside and let's the blonde fall into the sheets.

"Are you sure? You can always stay with me?" Those blue eyes are bright and big and so full of, of, of... "I promise I won't kick you. I stopped doing that in first grade."

He can't hold in his laugh this time but when he recovers enough to reassure his friend he'll be fine he is greeted by the peaceful sight of a sleeping blonde. He shakes his head softly, allowing himself a moment to take in the scene. Tangled white sheets, golden hair, soft deep breathing, a tiny splattering of freckles, and the wonder of tomorrow carried on the wind that stirs the chiffon curtains. This moment will live within his soul for the rest of his life. Of this, he is certain.

***

The treadmill beeps incessantly indicating the end of the session and the end of Percy's day. He's about ready to pass out from exhaustion and he couldn't be happier. The days are long and blurry and he would do anything to escape the weight on his chest. A blue-eyed, golden-haired weight. He snorts at the innuendo. If only the actual person was sitting on his chest, entertaining each other. But no it's just the feeling, the emptiness, the lack of anything weighted. His eyes shudder closed as he steps into a red-hot shower and let's the memories of his last meeting with the blonde wash over him. There is a time, mere months ago, where Percy would have scoffed at these feelings. Would have told himself it was ridiculous and stupid and there were much more important things to be focusing on than some boy. But every interaction with Jason Grace feels like the middle of a fireworks display, feels like crawling into the sun, or falling off a cliff only for the water to catch you. Every interaction feels electric. And he cannot help but overanalyse each touch, smile, lingering look. Are they for him, or for the world? Jason had always been easy. He could make you feel like the most important person in the world just by glancing at you. It was beautiful, magnetic, but it also meant Percy never really knew if anything they did was genuine. If the extra squeeze when they hugged was as a friend or something more. If those blazing eyes over the campfire was a trick of the light or... But tomorrow it's their annual WastedWinter trip and at the very least he can look forward to a few nights of bad decisions and sinful delights.

The day dawns bright, cloudless, and icy cold. He breathes in the fresh winter air and lets the sting travel through his lungs. There are few things as lively as the winter morning air. With a look through his apartment window to see the birds flying and the wind shaking the trees awake he ducks into the shower and gets ready for the trip.

At exactly eleven a knock echoes through his apartment. He clicks submit on his assignment and races over to throw the door open.

"Good morning Jackson! You're looking especially radiant this find day."

"Must be the seaweed face mask I put on last night."

"Oh," Annabeth Chase frowns, "And here I thought you got down and dirty with someone."

He snorts, stepping aside to let her in. "No such luck Princess, I'm down and out on laundry."

She smacks his arm, grey eyes sparkling, "I hope you know you're driving for most of this."

"Is this because I'm the only one who can be trusted to get us there in one piece,"

She gives him an incredulous look and then turns her nose up, "No Jackson it's because the rest of us want to get wasted and you don't drink."

"Ah, glad to know I'm of some use to the group."

"Oh you're plenty useful," She winks.

He laughs at that, mind flashing to the fling they had at the start of their undergraduate years. Both had realized pretty early that life was leading them in different directions and it would be better to stay friends. But tumbling in the sheets with her had been fun while it lasted.

"Alright who's in our car?"

"We got me, you," She starts tapping her fingers, "Leo, Jase and Rey,"

"Great so I'll be talking to myself for most of this trip." He rolls his eyes.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well Leo and Reyna will fall asleep about five seconds after we start driving and you and Jason will talk incessantly about gods knows what, which leaves poor old me."

"We will not!" Annabeth's ears go pink as she glares at him.

"Mhmm okay Princess."

"Shut it." She grumbles, shoving him.

Some minutes later they're all piling into the car: Percy driving, Reyna in the front, Leo at the back on the left, Annabeth in the middle and Jason on the right.

"Hello everyone ready to roll?"

"I didn't get nearly enough sleep last night," Leo mumbles and then he's fluffing his pillow against the door and closing his eyes.

"What was he doing?"

"Engineering project," Jason grins, "He forgot and had to sit up all night to submit before we left."

"I'm also out," Reyna throws up an uncharacteristic peace sign and settles into her seat, eyes already shut.

"And her?" He asks, a little sore his right-hand passenger is ditching him for dreamland.

"No idea," The two blondes shrug.

Percy refrains from rolling his eyes and puts the car in gear. With a final check to make sure everything is in its place he pulls onto the road and starts the long journey to Lakeside Lodges.

The music is soft, some pop song that everyone is raving about, and the city is alive with the lunch hour rush.

"Jason," Annabeth starts, "What are you doing for the structural—"

Percy tunes them out, content to let their university talk become background noise. He glances at the rear-view mirror and sees shining blue eyes staring intently into serious gray ones. He looks away, focuses his attention on the road.

Sometime later they leave the city behind, the sound of cars and sirens and endless people fading into calmer, more lilting noises. The quiet of the empty road, and the crackle of the radio, and the soft chatter from the backseat. He cannot help but feel at peace, feel as if the world is balanced just right.

Annabeth giggles, catching his attention and he watches in the mirror as Jason lays a hand on her thigh and laughs into her shoulder. Quickly he adverts his eyes, swallowing the sinking feeling and turns the music up to distract his thoughts.

"Percy," At tap on his shoulder. "Pers?"

"Yea what's up?" He smiles and it feels like surgery with no anaesthetic.

"Did you hear what Jase said? It was such a stupid joke I said you'd appreciate it."

He shakes his head, "Wanna tell it again?"

"Nah," Jason mumbles, "Won't be as funny the second time."

"Aw come on Jase," Annabeth pouts, "For me?"

He watches from the mirror as those blue eyes light up, "What do you mean for you? I thought I was telling the joke for Mr Driver?"

She giggles, shoving at his arm, "That's what I mean."

Percy isn't sure he can't take anymore of their whatever it is so he clears his throat and asks them for a pack of Sour Patch Kids.

"Oo I love those!" Jason gasps, rummaging around in their snack bag. A packet drops into the cup holder and he thanks the blonde.

"Jase throw them at me, let's see if I can catch!"

The six gummies shoved in his mouth turn bitter as he watches the two giggle and joke and share space. By the time Jason throws the last gummy Annabeth is practically in his lap to catch it. Percy wants nothing more than to get out of this damn car. His skin is hot and he's sure his blood is about two degrees away from boiling. The stones in his stomach are stacking up like rock scultputres. Pretty but destructive. Nothing can get passed but nothing can leave either. And the heavy, sinking feeling certainly doesn't seem to be going anywhere. Finally though they arrive at the lodges and after check in he practically vaults himself out of the car and disappears into a bathroom.

There staring in the mirror he can see his misery reflected back at him. His green eyes are stormy, and there seems to be a permanent crease in his forehead. His mouth is down turned and his hair is in a state of complete disarray. Tugging at it when he's frustrated is an unbreakable habit.

He stays in the little bathroom for longer than he thought because he is sharply pulled to the present by a rap on the door.

"Percy?"

"Coming," He sighs. He straightens his back, attempts to tame his hair, and plasters a smile on his face.

"You good?" Frank frowns when he walks out.

"Yea sorry, drank one too many slushies."

His friend laughs, "Tell me about it. I think my tongue is going to be stained red for a month."

"I mean that's your fault. Blue is clearly the superior slush."

"Blue is the worst flavor," He scrunched his nose, "It isn't even a flavor. They somehow managed to give colour a taste."

"Well red is nothing but iced medicine."

"Hey guys," Frank waves their friends over, "Percy thinks blue slushies are the best flavour, care to tell him he's wrong?"

There is a pause amongst them and then everyone is talking at once.

"No,"

"I mean I kind of agree."

"Green is obviously the best."

"There is no way, it's red all the way."

"What about-"

"Okay!" Annabeth shouts, "Let's settle this WinterWasted style,"

Leo rubs his palms together, a gleam in his eyes.

"Everyone who says red stand on one leg, everyone who says blue stand on anything but the floor."

They all shuffle around, pushing each other over and generally causing chaos but soon they're in their spaces. Everyone observes the room.

"That's four to red and three to blue." Leo announces.

Jason, Percy and Hazel are standing on the couches and counters. Piper, Annabeth, Leo and Frank are on one leg in the middle of the lounge.

"Yes! We won." Frank smirks, "Alright losers you know the drill."

"No!" Percy yells, "We're missing a person. If Reyna joins us then we're even and we go into death round."

"Okay Jackson, I see you can't take the loser title sitting down so we'll get Reyna's opinion. But if she chooses us you guys have to drink and jump." Frank's black eyes sparkle with mischief.

Percy narrows his own, pinning his gaze on his friend, "Deal Zhang."

Just then Reyna walks in and seeing the odd scene sighs heavily. "What are we trying to settle? We haven't even had lunch yet."

"First of all it's six o clock so it's a little late for lunch and secondly are you Team Red Slush or Team Blue Slush?"

She scoffs, looks over them and grins, "I'm Team Purple because grape is obviously the only valid flavour."

Everybody groans, cursing her.

"Grape is the absolute worst Arellano." Leo gives her a look of disgust.

"Mhmm," She simply smiles.

"Well if you had to choose between blue and red which one?" Percy asks.

She taps her head for a moment and then looks to the ceiling in exasperation, "Guess I'll choose Red."

"Hell yes!" Frank whoops, laughing as the blue team groans. "Guess who's doing the BigFalls jump tonight!"

Percy grumbles but there is a light in his eyes and as he swats away a hand ruffling his curls he decides it was worth it, even if his friends are wrong.

That night they all stumble to the GreatCliff, an area that had witnessed many a fall, kiss, and confession. Most importantly a place that held some of their favourite memories.

Percy, being the only fully sober one, constantly counts his friends, making sure none of them have gone over-cliff or landed in a ditch somewhere. Soon enough they make it to the clearing and lay down the picnic basket and their towels.

"Alright losers," Piper smirks, "You ready for this?"

Hazel pouts, "Do we have to?"

"Yes!" Annabeth exclaims, blonde curls bouncing as she jumps up and down in excitement.

Jason whispers something in her ear and she dissolves into giggles. Percy looks away, refuses to let their closeness ruin his night, weekend, forever.

"On the count of three," Frank starts.

Reyna takes off her sarong and settles down on the blanket with a smirk.

"One..."

Hazel bounces nervously.

"Two..."

"Don't get hypothermia," Piper laughs.

"Three!"

Jason, Hazel and Percy are sprinting, racing for open air. With a yell they jump and then they're free falling, flying, screaming.

Percy hits the water in a neat dive, barely flinching at the icy temperatures. When he comes up for air the world is noisy with laughter and cheering. He waves to his friends at the top of the cliff and checks to make sure his fellow jumpers are okay.

Hazel is grumbling about being fully sober again and Jason's teeth are chattering but there are smiles on their faces and stars in their eyes and Percy knows the weekend has just begun.

They all swim up the stream and climb all the way back to the cliff where a small fire is crackling and their friends are dancing sporadically to a bawdy ukelele tune being played by Leo.

"Oh gods," Jason groans, "How are we already at this stage of the night."

"Whatever Pipes put in the punch is going straight to our lungs," Annabeth giggles.

Reyna shakes her empty glass in confirmation and request. Soon everyone is hopping and bouncing and singing badly around the fire. Percy settles into the blanket and watches his friends. They are full of life and magic and he can't help but tear up at the love he has for them. Even Reyna is joining the revelry, laughing bright and beautiful at something Hazel says.

His attention catches on the twirling figure of Annabeth. And then Jason grabs her mid spin and pulls her to him.

"Dance with me,"

"Of course Mr Grace," She bows.

They draw together, his hands on her hips, her head on his chest, swaying slowly. Annabeth mumbles something and Jason's shoulders shake with laughter. She looks up, their eyes meeting. Percy can't stand to watch anymore. Abruptly he gets up, throws the blanket aside and stalks into the trees.

"Pers?" Someone calls. He doesn't bother to respond.

He hears scattered conversation and then footsteps are running towards his retreating figure.

"Percy wait!"

He manages to hold in a groan as he realizes who followed him.

"Pers slow down, what's going on?"

"Nothing," He grits, "I just needed some air."

Jason laughs, "We are literally in the middle of a forest how much more air do you need?"

They're still stalking through the woods, dead leaves cruching under their feet.

"Come on, what the hell happened? You just up and left?"

Percy stops in his tracks, whips around to face the blonde, "I'm surprised you noticed."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You've been so wrapped up in Annabeth all day I wouldn't be surprised if you forgot to breathe unless she told you to." He spits.

Jason's face crumples, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Percy instantly regrets his words but he can't take them back, "Just nevermind. I'm going to the cabin. Be careful walking back." He turns to walk away but a golden hand on his arm yanks him back

"Um no, you're going to explain right the fuck now because this isn't like you at all."

"Isnt like me?" He laughs sharply, "What isn't like me?"

"This," Jason motions up and down, "You walking away, being angry with us? What is going on?"

"I'm just tired," He sighs, "Can we drop this?"

"No Percy. I've seen you tired. I've seen you so exhausted you couldn't even see straight. I've seen you sad and angry and frustrated and happy and excited and calm but I have never seen you so... volatile. So just tell me—"

"I'M JEALOUS OKAY!" He yells, "I. Am. Jealous."

Jason reels back, lightning eyes blinking, once, twice, widening, "You're jealous?"

"Yes," He breathes, "And I'd appreciate it if we stopped talking about this."

"Oh," Is the blonde's intelligent reply.

"Yea oh," He scrubs at his face, running a hand through his hair.

"You're jealous of me? If you liked Annabeth why didn't you just say so? I wasn't flirting with her, we were just being dumb. I've had a few too many tequilas and she's hilarious and gods I'll back off I swear I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll even hype you up to her if you—"

"You are such an idiot," Percy growls and then he grabs the blonde by the t-shirt, pulls him in and sears their lips.

Jason tastes like the sky, like winter breezes and lightning storms and home. He tastes like home.

When they break apart Jason is gasping, mouth opening and closing.

"Do you get it now?"

"You- and I- and we- and Anna- and just- and-"

"Are you speechless because you don't know how to let me down easy or because I took your breath away?" Percy winces.

He needs to know. Needs to understand if this is a one-sided thing, if he's been dreaming up their dynamic all these months.

"Do that again," The blonde breathes.

A slow smile spreads across his face and then Percy Jackson cups Jason Grace's cheek and comes home at last.

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[ethospathoslogan]

“It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.” + logince?

anon i hope you don’t mind but i’m going to combine your request with @gotohellstephano ‘s (88: “I let people down, it’s what I do.” / roman centric ) !!

also i know that, after the most recent video, patton said that he would check on roman but play with me in this space

i also messed around with the wording of the prompts just to make it flow better omg

content: hurt/comfort, platonic logince

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If, at a later point, Roman was accused of tearing his sash off and throwing it to the ground (not unlike a petulant child, as some would say), he would never admit to it. Nor would he admit to the tears welling up in his eyes as the bright red fabric, ripped and wrinkled, laid in a heap on the floor of his room.

Curling his hands into fists, he tucked his chin to his chest and sucked in a shuddering breath.

Deceit—Janus—won after all. Got his way, even! He was a good guy, now! On their side! He was always on their side, apparently! Always looking out for Thomas and taking care of him! He was good!

And Roman was...

He swallowed thickly and, looking up, found his reflection in the mirror across from him.

The reflection stared back—twisted from the shadows of his room, reflecting back to him his tangled hair and red-rimmed eyes, his wrinkled attire and hunched shoulders—and smirked.

Roman, barely processing the growl that ripped out of his throat, didn’t even pay attention to what he was doing until he was throwing the mirror to the ground, watching as the damaged and broken remains scattered out across the floor. 

He harshly bit his bottom lip as, slowly, he crushed one of the pieces underneath his boot.

For just a moment, the only sound created was the soft crunching of broken glass.

And then, Roman’s entire body stilled at the unmistakable rush of air behind him.

“Roman, I-” A pause. A long pause. Long enough to make Roman think that perhaps he had left at the sight of the chaos around him. “-What... what is going on?”

Roman refused to turn. “Oh, can’t you tell, Specs?” He sneered, though it wasn’t like Logan could see him. “I’m making room for our new friend!”

“By destroying your realm?”

“It’s artistic intent,” Roman bit. “Not that you would understand.”

Roman didn’t know why he expected otherwise, but Logan’s silence just made the pit in his stomach fall further into guilt.

“Logan, I’m- look, I-”

“No need,” Logan interrupted. “I know you did not... mean to be rude.”

Roman flinched and ducked his head.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

“Roman, it’s-” Logan sighed. Roman could imagine him shaking his head. “-Why don’t you turn around?”

Roman, his throat tighetning, shook his head. 

He didn’t think he could bear seeing Logan’s face right now. Not after everything.

Logan waited another moment. Roman felt like he was drowning in the silence. Finally, though, Logan huffed again and continued, “Well, what exactly are you doing? Even I can tell you’re upset, but-”

Roman scoffed, digging his fingernails into his palms. “Upset?” he repeated. “Oh, you give me too little credit.”

“We both know that feelings are not my area of expertise,” Logan said. “Nevertheless, I know that everything that just transpired bothered you.”

“Oh, which part?” Roman asked. “The part where we let Deceit join our merry band, or the part where I found out that I’m not Thomas’s hero anymore?”

“You’re hurt, and you’re confused,” Logan stated. From behind, Roman heard him walk forward. Glass crunched under his foot with each step and, eventually, they were side to side, their shoulders were nearly touching. “That doesn’t mean you have to do this.”

Roman, keeping his head down, laughed bitterly. “I’m doing what I always do!” His breathing hitched and he shut his eyes tight in hopes that it would soothe the stinging. “Letting people down!”

“Ah,” Logan said quietly. 

The thought that he was confirming Roman’s fears almost broke him.

“Well,” Logan continued, “I am not one for... emotionally-driven statements. I don’t know if I would be the right Side for comforting you or... finding the good in a situation.” A pause. “However, it is a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

Roman snorted. “Good luck with that.”

“Oh, luck isn’t needed,” Logan said. “I am fairly confident in myself.”

Roman, deciding to remain silent, shuffled his feet.

“First things first,” Logan said, and Roman could feel Logan staring down at him, “You are our Creativity. Even if Patton was the reason Thomas started making videos in the first place, you are what makes them. No matter how hard any of us try to take the figurative wheel... it comes down to you. And I think it’s safe to say that people are greatly satisfied with what you have done.”

Roman swallowed around the lump in his throat and shrugged.

“Secondly, perhaps related to my first point,” Logan continued, “Is that you keep creating. Even though we have had our... discussions about your creating process, and how I can sometimes be too... critical of what you give me, you never cease. Even if you aren’t confident in what you make, even after hearing all of our critiques, you keep coming back with more ideas.” He released a deep breath. “It is... not a perserverence many could maintain and, quite honestly, Roman? It is admirable.”

“Well, I try,” he murmured.

“Thirdly,” Logan said, “Though sometimes I find it... worrisome, I have to commend your loyalty to Thomas. Or, in fact, your loyalty to whatever you have pledged yourself to. Yes, I can get... frustrated with how intensely you commit yourself to ideas and dreams and people, but it would be a lie if I said that it was not impressive. Despite what you might think right now, you have shown a dedication to working with us, to working with Thomas, that cannot be ignored.”

“Yeah, well-” Roman shrugged and rubbed his eyes “-You might want to change that one.”

“And why is that?”

“Well, I tried to do the best for Thomas by making him go to that stu-... to the wedding. Because, you know, we can’t side with Deceit! But then, guess what? We can! And we do! And I’m the one working against him because, well, he’s the bad guy! But, whoops, turns out he isn’t! And we should’ve listened to him all along, apparently! So now I’m the one who made Thomas give-” His voice cracked and, after a moment’s reprieve, he forced himself forward “-Give up the callback. And, oh, here’s the real kicker! Deceit? His name is Janus! And you know what I did when he told us that?”

Logan sighed. “I have a guess.”

“I laughed, Logan!” Roman shook his head. “I laughed.” 

“And how do you feel about that?”

“Honestly?” Roman let out a watery laugh. “Terrible.”

“And, fortunately, that leads to my final point,” Logan said. “Roman, you make mistakes... but you’re learning. Though at times you falter, and you do things that can... hurt others, you try to be better. And... I can see how hard you are trying. So I think, on this subject, I am the one most qualified to say that... your willingness to learn? To grow? Is not a quality that should be disregarded.”

Roman, no matter how tightly he squeezed his eyes shut, could not stop the tears from falling, nor could he still his shaking shoulders.

“I don’t know what I’m doing anymore,” he managed out, his words trembling almost as much as he was.

Logan rested a hand on his shoulder. “I know things are changing,” he said, “And change can be troubling, but...” He sighed. “I feel very confident when I say that things will be okay. That you will be okay.”

“How will things be okay?” Roman sucked in a deep breath that clawed at his lungs. “He doesn’t trust me anymore, Logan!”

“Falsehood.” Logan squeezed his shoulder. “Take it from me, Thomas has not given up on you.”

Roman, unable to find his words, placed his hand over Logan’s.

“Despite our differences,” Logan continued, “You are my friend. I am not going to let you fall victim to these cognitive distortions.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, squeezing Logan’s hand. “I- I mean it, Logan. Thank you.”

And, finally, Roman looked up at Logan to find him smiling down at him.

“It is the least I could do, I was merely listing facts,” he said. “But... you’re welcome.”

Roman, rubbing his eyes, smiled as well.

“Now-” And Logan bent down, retrieving the discarded sash “-I believe this is yours, yes? I’m sure that, if you can’t mend this, one of else could help.” He then kicked lightly at a piece of the broken mirror. “And we will find you a replacement mirror.”

“Oh, uh,” Roman, blushing, stammered, “It’s- it’s okay. I broke it myself, you know? So it’s kinda my problem to-”

“Nonsense,” Logan interrupted. “Helping each other is what we do.”

Roman’s heart cinched and he held the sash close to his chest. His voice faltered before, finally, all he found himself able to say was, “Thank you. Again.”

“Would you like me to help clean?”

“Oh, I can actually just-” Roman snapped and the shattered glass disappeared.

Logan raised an eyebrow. “How... convenient.”

Roman smiled. “It comes in handy.”

“I’m sure it does,” Logan said, “But if that is all- unles you want me to stay, that is?”

Roman, swallowing thickly, looked around his room and shrugged. “You know,” he said, “I think... I think I’d like some alone time but...” He sighed and smiled tiredly at Logan. “I do really mean it, Logan. Thank you. You... you really helped me. I still feel... bad, but...” 

“You have me if you need to talk,” Logan finished as Roman trailed off.

Roman nodded. “Yeah,” he said quietly. 

As Logan was making his exit, his hand on Roman’s doorknob, Roman piped up, saying, “And, I know I’ve said it a thousand times but... thanks.”

Logan smiled at him over his shoulder. “Like I said, it’s what we do.”

As Logan let Roman’s door close softly behind him, Roman realized that, even if things still didn’t feel good, they didn’t seem as terrible, either.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #logince #stuff i write #answered #Anonymous

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How about a funny HC? The brothers find MC on the verge of tears because they stubbed their toe. They think it could be for any number of angst reasons but they literally just stubbed their toe real bad that’s it.

Honestly anon Major mood request. My bed is decent size but my desk takes up the entry way so I stub my toe when I try to exit and I inwardly screech and lose a piece of my sanity each time.

I feel like this is a bit shorter than my normal hcs?? Sorry!

*Retagging because tags stopped working. If someone knows how to fix this please tell me

Brothers react to finding GN!MC on the verge of tears?

Lucifer

Lucifer was exiting his office when he saw you in the hallway, on the verge of tears.

He was very worried because he thought one of his brothers might of accidentally hurt you, or that you were stressed and needed to talk to someone.

He immediately rushed over to you and starts to ask you what’s wrong, and what did Mammon do to you.

You started to lightly sob as you stare into his eyes, one arm gripping his shoulder tightly to distract yourself from the pain.

“It hurts.” You managed to say as you clutch onto your foot. He thinks that your foot might be broken or twisted, and he says he will take you to the doctor.

You grip him tighter and say “no” causing him to think you’re being defiant. You’re clearly in pain if you’re gripping him and your foot so tightly, and you’re even crying.

But after a minute, you finally calm yourself. “I stubbed my toe, and it really hurt. I was trying to go into this room but I accidentally stepped too fast and slammed my toe into the door.”

Lucifer is kinda pissed, glad you’re alright, but he wasted his kindness on this?? You can’t tell anyone how worried for you he was, or else.

He sighs and tells you that he will take you to your room since you aren’t going to walk on your own anytime soon judging by how dramatic you’re being over stunning your toe.

Mammon

Mammon went to your room to tell you it was time for dinner, but he found you on the floor trying not to cry, clutching your foot tightly.

He knew humans were fragile, but what?? Your foot didn’t look dislocated, did something happen that he just can’t tell? Are you okay? Is his human going to die??

Your light sobs broke him out of his hazy state, and he rushed to you. “What’s wrong? You can tell the Great Mammon!” He tried to play it off as though he wasn’t worried, but he really was by tone of voice and body language.

Looking at him, then your foot, then him again, you continued to cry. If you knew he was there, you wouldn’t of cried and tried to walk it off. You’re going to be made fun of if he knew.

Regaining your composure, “I’m uh dying.” you lied. It was an obvious lie, you weren’t even looking him in the eye, but Mammon bought it for a minute.

He would of continued to believe it if you didn’t burst out in laughter, at how he actually believed you.

“I-just-stubbed-my-toe-is-all.” You confessed before running as fast as your hurt toe could take you, not wanting to be made fun of, leaving a baffled Mammon behind.

Leviathan

You were in Levi’s room looking around while he went to get something for your very first game night together. While looking around, you stunned your toe on one of his bookshelves that he keeps his figurines on.

You screeched and begin to fall backwards, taking a few figures with you as you tried to cling onto anything to stop the fall. It failed and now Levi’s figures were on the floor, whoops.

Levi immediately rushed back in hearing you let out a shriek and notices his Ruri figures on the floor, but before he can complain he realises that you’re crying a bit, while holding your foot.

Although he loves Ruri, he was much more concerned about you. He told you you can look around, did his Ruri’s love you so much they wanted to hug you and accidentally hurt you??

He rushed over to you and asked you what’s wrong, gently putting his figures to the side.

“The bookshelf attacked me.” You said between sobs. So he was right!! The figurines must of fallen on you when you were looking around and landed on your foot.

He was about to get you an ice pack and ask Lucifer how to fix a broken human, but you tugged on his jacket.

“My toe hurts. I stubbed it when I was looking at the figures, could you help me up?” You asked innocently. Levi’s fears stop working.

One, you just stubbed your toe??! Are you serious he was so worried and was going to scold his Ruri Chan figures later!! And two, you want to touch his hand;;?

He helps you up but instead of whining how you probably dislocated a Ruri Chan’s arm, he lets it go, thinking humans are way too fragile to be crying over a stubbed toe.

Satan

You were in the library, crying, when Satan found you. He heard crying and thought something weird was happening, and he found you in the corner clutching your foot.

He first thinks maybe some heavy books fell on you? You hit a bookshelf and fell backwards and twisted your foot? One of the books you picked up was cursed and then broke your foot?

He was panicking trying to understand what was going on, before you started to hold his hand, squeezing trying to forget the pain.

He sort of stops working. You were in so much pain that you were using him as support?? Should he comfort you and tell you that it’s okay and that he will do whatever it takes to break the curse?

Before he can say anything, you let out a shaky sigh and wipe your tears, you stretch your foot, shaking slightly, trying to forget the pain.

“Sorry about this, my foot is killing me, I accidentally stubbed it when I turned the corner.” You explained as you began to roll your foot in circles, whatever it takes to forget the pain.

You?? Just?? Stubbed?? Your?? Toe??

He has a slight smile on his face and ruffles your hair slightly. Of course you stubbed your toe. You’re someone who won’t cry after seeing the scariest demons in the devildom, but you cry over stubbing your toe.

He tells you it’s okay and that he will help you up. He helps you get into a chair and brings an ice pack for your toe, for extra measure.

Asmodeous

You were crying in Asmo’s room after he disappeared for a bit to his bathroom. He thought he heard crying so he comes back joking that you missed him so much you began to cry, but then he notices you clutching your foot, sitting on his bed.

He’s rushing over and touching your foot asking if it hurts and whether you’re okay, did something happen??

Did you twist your foot, did you fall, did you suddenly get a curse?? He was worried for you and your beautiful body.

You tell him that you stubbed your toe on his bedpost and that you were in agony. His bed REALLY hurt for something that looked so damn soft.

He’s also freaking out, looking at your toes. Are your toenails okay!? Do you want a manicure?? Did his bed damage your beautiful foot? >:( angry Asmo hours.

You tell him your toe is fine but the nail might be a little chipped. Cue Asmo telling you that you are going to forget whatever you were going to do, and you two were going to have manicures.

Asmo self care hours are amazing.

Beelzebub

Beel was feeling hungry like always, and made his way to the kitchen. When he got there, he saw you crying and clutching your foot by the fridge.

He was immediately worried. He’s very concerned that you’re hurt, did you break your foot somehow?? Did you just come in and then collapse in the kitchen?? Are you going to survive??

He runs over to you and picks you up, causing you to sort of squeal in surprise not knowing what is happening and Beel puts you down on the couch in the living room.

He immediately starts asking if you’re okay, and where he needs to bandage you. He has experience since he goes to the gym and sometimes pulls a muscle or someone breaks something.

You were confused and started to wipe away your tears, one hand still on your foot, and ask him what’s up.

He tells you that it’s okay and he saw you crying, and that he will help bandage your foot up. Ah, it clicked in your head.

You giggled lightly, and tell him you stubbed your toe. You get up putting on a brave face and walk around before wincing a second.

Beel didn’t get it?? He stubs his toe all the time and feels nothing, so why are you crying? Do you not want to tell him?

You insist that it’s because you stubbed your toe, and Beel once again realises just how fragile humans actually are;; like you just brush against the fridge the wrong way and suddenly you’re in tears.

Offers to get you food and still insists on bandaging your toe, because he thinks maybe the bone in your toe is broken or something cause how does stubbing your toe hurt that bad.

Belphegor

Belphie was going to your room to sleep with you, but when he opened the door he saw you on your bed, holding your foot, looking like you were about to cry.

He was about to say something, but you couldn’t help it anymore and let some tears slip, muttering “this hurts so fucking much what do I do.”

This caused him to slightly panic, you weren’t even crying when he sort of just killed you.

He rushes over to you, forgetting his fatigue, and asks you if you’re okay and what’s wrong.

If one of his brothers did something to you he was going to kill them and force them to apologise.

Startled a bit, you let go of your foot and ask Belphie how long he was there for, but wince because your toe is throbbing.

He asks you who did it, so he can kill them. He thought you were seriously hurt since he never sees you cry.

You knew he misunderstood but played along. “He’s big and strong, he has a solid wood defense. He stretches this entire room and it’s already too late.” You tried putting on your saddest face.

So it’s not one of his brothers? Who was it?? He was really about to throw some punches before you snickered.

“It’s the wall, dummy. I stubbed my toe against the wall and it hurts like fuck.” You tried to emphasize how much it hurt.

Belphie sighs vowing to never help you if he finds you crying again, because he’s done with your bullshit. He just wanted to nap not have a heart attack.

He collapses onto you and tells you he’s going to sleep, and that you are the only dummy here, since you can somehow stub your toe on a wall then cry about it.

#obey me hc #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me

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Eragon: Book vs Movie. Set & Scene 1

SCENE 1, SET

Brom flipped through the thick packet, one leg crossed over the other. He was sitting in a folding actors chair, a troubled expression on his face.

“Wait, so you just want me to read this?” The old man turned to the Shadow behind him. “Just, read this out loud while things happen around me?”

“Correct.”

Brom sighed. “Alright then,” he opened his mouth to begin but then closed it. One of the other lines had caught his attention. “Oh dear. She isn’t going to like that. Um, might I suggest-”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?” Out of nowhere, a burlap skirt came flying at high speed to promptly smack the Shadow right in region it’s face should have been. Brom sighed again and covered his face with his hands. “AND YOU CAN KEEP THIS SHIT, TOO! WHAT ARE THESE, MOULDED LEATHER TITS?!” A hard leather…shirt…thing…followed the skirt and struck with considerably more force, two rocks falling out of the moulded…breast region.

The elder Dragon Rider followed the trajectory of the clothing to see Arya fuming on set, wearing her usual leathers instead of the movie getup their employers had insisted on. Durza was a few strides behind her, howling with laughter at the ‘torture’ the directors were putting the elf through. He was practically crying, braced on his knees. Every time he seemed to be close to stopping, the shade would glance at the script of the first scene and start up again.

“Arya, come on.” Brom started. “I know it’s demeaning, and your mother will probably kill all of us involved if you don’t get to us first, but it’s only a few minutes for this scene. Then you can get back in your clothes and, as a bonus, your contract says you can kick Durza in his nether regions after every take.”

Durza stopped laughing.

Arya crossed her arms and glared at the Shadow. “Make it twice.”

“I have no objection to that.” The Shadow threw the elf the clothes.

The woman turned to change and came face to face with the shade, stopping her. “I swear, little elf, if you even think about doing that, I’ll change the script back to the way it really happened.”

Arya smirked. It was hard to take Durza seriously when he was wearing such ridiculous amounts of makeup and color changing contacts. She leaned in until their noses were almost touching and hissed, “You probably like it, masochist.” Then slipped around him and sauntered off. She could feel his eyes on her back and threw a one fingered salute over her shoulder. “And stop staring at my ass!” 

Durza coughed, caught in the act, and turned back to the Shadow. “I also have an issue with my…wardrobe.”

“Your contract renders all your complaints moot.”

“But does it really have to be covered in glitter glue?” Durza lifted his armored shirt in dismay. “And why must I wear this padding? I’m not chubby, why do you insist on making it look like I am?”

Brom stifled a sarcastic chuckle. “I know you think you’re a vampire with the new costume, Durza, but you really need to look in a mirror.”

Durza scowled at the Rider before growling “I’ll be at my starting point.” And whipped around with a swirl of his new cape. He passed by the trailer just as Arya was walking out, trying to tug the hem of her skirt further down her legs to cover as much skin as possible. “Nice legs, elf.” He casually remarked and quickly took off in a sprint before she could wind up and punch him all the way to Daret.

The ground began to shake as Nar Garzvog lumbered up to the Shadow, his clan of Urgals in tow. “Misty One, where do you wish us to stand for our part?”

The Shadow waved the Kull off. “Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot to tell you, we won’t be needing you. We’ll be using these men.” It pointed towards the group of six-foot chub monsters with blue sharpie on their faces. “Much cheaper, and less stench. Go on, get out.” It snapped its fingers and the clan disappeared in a poof of sulfur smelling smoke.

“Now, Arya, please take your place. We need to begin. Brom, if you would please?”

Brom cleared his throat and picked up his script as Arya hopped onto the horse provided. “Remember, Arya, just grin and bear it.”

“Yeah, that’s what politics is all about. I’m going to kill Nasuada for suggesting this to raise war funds.”

“Ready? ACTION!” 

SCENE 1 FOREST CHASE 

Brom cleared his throat again and began in his best ‘Badass Storyteller’ voice.

“There was a time when the fierce and beautiful land of Alagaesia, was ruled by men astride mighty dragons…

“To protect and serve was their mission. And for thousands of years, the people prospered. But the Riders grew arrogant, and began to-” He stopped, flabbergasted. “Now wait just a minute, this isn’t correct at all! We never fought each other, Galbatorix went bloody insane for the Stars sakes!” He twisted around the glare at the Shadow. “What kind of hack is this? You’re ruining an already fragile history!”

“Keep reading.” The Shadow snapped. “History doesn’t make money, drama makes money. I own you until this film is complete, so keep. Reading.”

Brom sank into his chair, grumbling. “This is so beyond my pay grade. Achhem, But the Riders grew arrogant, and began to fight among themselves for power.

“Sensing their weakness, a young Rider named” Brom paused, and took a moment to slowly and carefully pronounce the tyrant’s name, “Gal-buh-tor-ix betrayed them. And in a single bloody battle, believed he had killed them all. Riders, and dragons alike.

“Well, you got something right.” Brom griped, but turned back to reading when the Shadow mouthed ‘own you.’ “Since then, our land has been ruled by Gal-buh-tor-ix. He crushed all rebellion including the freedom fighters known…as the Varden.

“Those that survived fled to the mountains. There, they hoped for a miracle that might even their odds against the king.”

Brom threw the script down. “Now that I’m done with this mediocre pile of shit, let me tell you something! The Varden has never openly had an army verses army war with dear old Galby until Farthen Dur, you illiterate fool!”

The Shadow opened its mouth to reply but a whoop from out in the forest cut it off. “Oooo, Brom is getting maaaaaad!”

“ARYA, BE QUIET!” The Shadow yelled. “You aren’t done yet, Brom! CUE THE CHASE SCENE!”

“Wait, what?” Arya raised an eyebrow then let out a startled yelp as three of the new ‘Urgals’ lunged from the bushes and slapped the three horses on the rump, sending them off at a breakneck gallop. “OH FUCK YOU!”

“Read!” The Shadow snapped.

“Fine! Our story begins one night, as Arya, an ally of the Varden, rides for her life. Carrying a stone, stolen from the king himself.” Brom looked up with a sour expression. “I STOLE THAT, BY THE WAY! NOT YOU!”

“I’m not arguing!” Arya yelled back, trying to reign in the very spooked horse catapulting through the woods with one hand while frantically flipping through the script with another

“CUE DURZA CLOSE UP!”

Durza glanced down at his script and raised his eyebrows, then jerked back as a camera suddenly shot up inches from his face. “Oh! Um…HSSSSSS-“ He managed a few seconds before shoving the camera away. “THAT WAS NOT MANLY OR SHADELY AT ALL!” Laughter from the direction of his elfin companion could be heard. “I WILL HAVE YOU TORN TO PIECES FOR LAUGHING, ELF!”

She ignored him, finally reaching the correct page of the script. “Ah! Human stand ins get shot-”

Two of the new Urgals popped up, holding loaded crossbows level with the two stuntmen currently taking the place of Glenwing and Faolin.

“We’re sorry.” The larger one said sincerely. “It’s nothing personal, really! But they said they wouldn’t wash the sharpie off unless we do what they say.” They both fired.

Two very shocked and very dead stuntmen hit the ground. Arya stepped her now calmer horse around the bodies and settled her chin on her fist, scanning the script again. “And then…then what, Urgals, Urgals, uh…oh here. I get tackled off and throw down a hill.” After a moment of silence, the woman straightened, a deadpan expression on her face. “I should have read this before hand.”

She could hear the thudding footsteps of the Urgal running towards her and quickly clambered to a crouch on top of the saddle. “Fuck it, I’m jumping.” With that, Arya dove off the horse to the drop at the side. Moments later the Urgal landed on the poor animal. “PETA’s gonna sue yo-OW FUCK SHIT OW, SON OF A BITCH WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU WAIT FOR A VALUABLE PRISONER OW TO BE AT THE TOP OF A HILL WITH ROCKS AT THE BOTTOM TO TACKLE THEM?!”

Brom turned to the Shadow. “I’d like to know that as well.”

The Shadow waved it off. “Semantics. Don’t need it.”

“Oh for the love of- This isn’t even the Ancient Language!” Both looked up to see Durza standing on his ‘cliff,’ about to set the woods on fire. “I can’t summon a flame with this!”

“Light the forest on fire.” The Shadow commanded. “You must use the words provided.”

“But that won’t even work!”

“Then set it on fire using the Ancient language in your head.” The Shadow snarled. “I don’t have time for this!”

“That is incredibly dangerous, and my contract-”

“Says you’re a total pussy and that you enjoy romantic comedies and light bondage in the fine print, now SET THE FUCKING FOREST ON FIRE!”

Durza complied, but only while shooting the Shadow the bird.

Right on time Arya cleared the permitted ‘fire circle of doom’ area and skidded to a stop before she ran into the opposing wall of flames. “So, what, we doing this again?”

“Unfortunately.” Durza strode through the fire. Well, not exactly strode. He had to wave his hands in front of his face to prevent the heat from melting his makeup. He cleared his throat and put on his best ‘rape face’ as the script asked. “Give it to me!”

“D-” Arya paused, her previously prepared dirty joke flying out the window as she saw the blocked text. “Wait, this thing says I have my sword out. Why the hell don’t I just stab you in the chest?”

“SEMANTICS!” Came the yell from off scene.

“Riiiggghht.” Arya shoved the script into the leather bracer on her arm. “Achhem, well. Time to be a bitch.”

“There’s a time when you aren’t a bitch?” Durza remarked, appearing sincerely puzzled.

“Shut up.” The elf shifted into a fighting stance. “Durza!”

Durza switched back into his movie persona. “And I’ll let you live.”

“Is there anyone who trusts the words of a shade?” Arya scoffed. “Oh, that’s very true. Hey, do I really have to teleport this?”

“CONTRACT!”

Arya huffed and pulled the ‘stone’ out of her bag. “Fine. This is going to hurt like a bitch.” Seconds later she was on the ground, blinking stars out of her eyes. “Ooowwww…”

Durza chuckled, “Where did you send it?”’

The elf notice where his eyes were. “What, would you like me to hitch my skirt up a bit more for you?”

“What can I say? I like the hot, sweaty leather look.” He grinned. “The light bondage part of the contract wasn’t lying.”

She scowled. “Poor Durza…How will you tell the king…you’re a total freak? Ahhem, I mean, you failed.”

The two then paused, pulling out their scripts. They spent a few moments reading before Durza started laughing and Arya started swearing.

“What the hell is this?!” She yelled. “[ACT LIKE YOU’RE HAVING AN INTENSE BUT PAINFUL ORGASM]?!?! This is TORTURE?!”

The Shadow materialized in the fire circle. “We just need you to act in pain. The orgasm part is afterwards.”

“Excuse me,” Durza raised his hand. “what is a ‘force choke?’”

“Pretend you’re choking her with your fingers but don’t touch her.” The Shadow made a ‘get on with it’ gesture.

The two looked at each other.

“I’m totally okay with this.” Durza shrugged.

“Yeah, well I’m not!” Arya snapped. “No way am I going to roll around in pain then pretend to bask in post orgasmic bliss in front of YOU of all people!”

“Well, we can do something about that first one.” Durza suddenly stomped on the elf’s stomach. 

“OW!!” She reflexively curled into a ball. “YOU BASTARD!”

Durza looked over his shoulder at the Shadow. “We have the rolling around in pain part down, but I’m not the guy to call to get that second part. You’re going to need this guy, Faolin, he lives-” Arya managed to roll up and land a particularly damaging punch on the shade’s crotch. “OW!! YOU BITCH!” He collapsed and began rolling around in pain, clutching his wounded merchandise.

The Shadow sighed. “Alright. That’s a wrap. SOMEONE TELL ERAGON WE’RE HEADING HIS WAY!”

“Someone warn the poor boy.” Brom rubbed his temples before packing up his chair and helping Arya up. “Tell him we already have wounded. It’ll be a miracle if nobody dies before this is over.” They stepped over the dead stuntmen and made their way towards Carvahall, Durza crawling behind them.

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(Set & Scene 2)

#eragon #modern inheritance #modern inheritance cycle #inheritance cycle #arya #arya drottningu #brom #durza #saphira #book vs movie #inheritance cycle book vs movie #eragon book vs movie #eragon movie

[authorized-trash]

To Tie a Knot: Chapter 7: Fate Really Needs to Make Up Her Damn Mind

Ao3

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six

Content Warnings:

Self deprecation, mild language, elusion to character death, misunderstandings, anxiety, pain

Chapter Summary:

Roman nearly dismisses a life changing phone call from his brother, way to go Cain Instinct.

Word Count:

2,200+

Note:

Lol I’m not sorry.

(This chapter has been up for weeks on Ao3, it came out same day as chapter six, I guess I forgot to put it here, whoops)

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Damian woke up slowly, blinking groggily as awareness came back to him.

He moved to sit up, but stopped as he realized he couldn’t move his right leg or arm. He couldn’t move much of anything, actually.

His eyes widened as he did a quick roll call of his limbs and where they were at. His right arm was under Logan’s chest, his legs tangled with the others. His head was tucked under Logan’s chin, nose to his collarbone.

Logan had a pretty firm hold around Damian. He must have been pretty clingy during sleep then.

Damian removed himself from the embrace as gently as possible as to not wake Logan, tip toeing to the bathroom. He took care of his business and hopped in the shower. By the time he was out Logan was waking up, stretching with a yawn.

He looked over at Damian with an odd expression, as if forgetting who he was. His eyes trailed down to his hand at the “snake yellow” string that connected the two. He visibly brightened.

“Good morning Damian, I trust that you slept well.”

Damian thought about it. He had slept well, great, in fact. He slept better than he had slept in a very long time.

“Yes, I did sleep well,” Damian said, brushing a hand through his hair, which was still damp from his shower.

“Well, according to the alarm clock we have an hour to leave. I’ll go ahead and get ready for the day. I’ll be back shortly,” Logan said as he entered the bathroom, the lock clicking behind him.

Damian sat in silence. The exhaustion was still there. The horrible guilt, as /fucking/ always was still there. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was excited to meet them. Like, really excited. 

He went to get ready to leave, hoping he could ignore the issues at hand. He slid on his shoes and gloves, reaching for his hat. He half wished he had some other clothes, but it wasn’t like they were dirty, he had only worn them to the coffeeshop and to the hotel. 

He ignored the way his hands trembled and his breath quickened. He heard the shower head turn on, signalling Logan was in the shower. Damian moved to sit on the edge of the bed, staring at his gloved hands without thinking about much.

The fatestrings tied to his fingers came up and over the top of the glove. It didn’t feel like anything was there, it was nearly completely unnoticeable. The strings were weird like that, you wouldn’t feel them and they wouldn’t bother you as long as you didn’t want them to.

He ran his fingers along them, his touch featherlight. He watched as the little piece of torn string on his left hand dangled over them and gulped audibly.

He gave the four strings a soft tug, more out of curiosity than anything.

He got a couple tugs in response from Red and Purple, and a shake from Blue. It had occurred to him that he had yet to ask Logan which string belonged to who. Guess he’d find out shortly.

The showerhead turned off, and Damian looked up at the door.

“Need something Damian? You tugged,” Logan called through the door. His voice was muffled by what was probably a towel.

“Huh? Oh, no, sorry,” Damian said, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.

“Alright, well, the others and I have a system, you see. One tug is you need something, two is a reassurance, and three is an emergency. Patton also occasionally shakes his but that’s just him,” Logan said with a fond chuckle. 

“Sorry,” Damian said and winced. Of course, look at him, already fucking up their rules.

“What? No it’s fine, you didn’t know,” The door to the bathroom swung open and Logan was standing there, hair dripping. He was fully clothed, which was a mild surprise. He hadn’t been in there too long, when the door started to open Damian half expected for him to come out in his underwear or something.

He nodded, fixing his hat onto his head.

“Well, I’m ready to leave,” Damian said, standing. Logan gave him a thumbs up as he began to throw his few belongings into his backpack. He occasionally reached up to the toothbrush in his mouth to multitask, but didn’t do it often. It just kinda sat there.

After a few tense moments of Damian staring at Logan while he got ready, Logan straightened up and dusted his shirt off.

“Alright, I’m ready as well.”

The two left the hotel room without another word, and Logan signed out at the front desk. Damian slid into the passenger seat as Logan threw his backpack in the backseat. He turned the keys, and they were off.

“How long until we get there?” Damian asked.

Logan raised an eyebrow, “Thirty minutes. Are you excited? You keep fidgeting in your seat.”

“Excited is one word for it, sure,” Damian said, tugging his hat a little more over his eyes.

“You’ll like them. Roman and Patton can be a bit much at times, but Virgil is… ah, what’s the word? Cold?”

“Chill-?”

“Yes! That’s it,” Logan snapped his fingers, “Virgil is ‘chill’.”

“I’m sure I’ll lo- like them, Logan,” Damian caught himself before he made a mistake, “You are amazing, and a man like you probably has wonderful standards.”

“Technically I don’t need standards, as they are my soulmates, but I get what you mean. If standards were necessary, then yes, they meet them very well,” Logan said, heading up a ramp onto the interstate. 

Damian gave a thoughtful nod and clasped his hands, twiddling his fingers around. The anxiety and anticipation was building in his chest, and he could’ve sworn Logan could hear how loud his heart was beating.

They chatted idly, the time flying much faster than Damian would have wanted.

They pulled into a neighborhood with houses running up and down both sides of the road, and now was really when Damian felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

His stomach seemed to leap to his throat as Logan turned into a driveway.

“You ready?”

Damian laughed aloud, “Absolutely not.”

Logan gave him a small smile, “We can stay in the car a little while if we must.”

Damian shook his head and reached for the handle, swinging the door open. He let out a shuddering breath.

“Better to just get it over with.”

-

The other three soulmates had been collectively losing their minds since Virgil’s phone call with his sibling the day before.

“We are literally going to meet them tomorrow, I’m so excited!” Patton had quite literally bounced around the entire house, and if he had the ability to, he would probably be doing somersaults.

Roman spun around with him at times, laughing loudly. Virgil would snicker and film them, lovingly of course, hiding his phone in the overly large sleeve of his hoodie.

They thought they had been prepared, but none of them were ready for the front door opening at a little past one in the evening the next day.

“I have returned,” Logan called into the house. Patton nearly tripped with how fast he turned the corner from the kitchen, his shoulder slamming into the wall. Roman was next, his singing abruptly cut off as he turned to see Logan, smiling brightly.

Virgil crept from their room, peering around the corner of the hallway.

“Did you bring them?!” Patton practically shouted, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

At that exact moment, a head poked over Logan’s shoulder, looking in through the door. Logan moved out of the way, and the new arrival stepped in through the door. He had his head held high, and a smug-looking smirk on his face.

Virgil, for one, noticed the tense set of his shoulders and the way his hands were shoved into his pockets forcefully. 

Everyone, however, noticed how said pockets had four strings that spread to all four of them.

“This is Damian, he is our fifth soulmate.”

There was silence for exactly four seconds.

Then, chaos.

“Hello!” Patton nearly shrieked, his hands fluttering so fast you could nearly see through them. He looked like he wanted to run forward and wrap his hands around the other man, but barely managed to restrain himself.

Roman gave a fake swoon, “Gods am I smitten already, what is it with Lady Fate giving me such perfect boyfriends?”

Damian smiled at the both of them, “Hello, I’m guessing you’re Patton? Logan did say you were adorable,” he winked, ignoring Logan’s indignant squawk behind him, he turned to Roman, “and you are Roman, then? I must say, I’m charmed.”

For good measure, he reached forward and grabbed Roman’s hand, kissing his knuckles just above the yellow string.

“Goddamnit, two overly-dramatic asses,” Virgil grumbled from the hallway entrance. He was now leaning against the wall, a smirk on his face giving away his amusement.

Damian finally noticed him, eyes snapping up to meet his. Fuck, he really did have a thing for emos. 

“That makes you Virgil. As stunning in person as Logan had described,” Damian purred, stalking forward. Virgil curled into his hoodie, hiding how red his face was quickly getting.

The new arrival stopped a few feet from Virgil. Virgil’s eyes widened as he realized he was a good six inches taller than Damian.

The emo turned to knock his head against the wall, “Oh God, why did you have to be short?”

Damian’s face immediately turned defensive.

“You got an issue with that?” He hissed, crossing his arms. Behind him, Roman began to laugh himself to tears.

“Our tall emo has a thing for shorter men. Especially cute shorties,” he said between laughs.

“Shut it,” Virgil snapped. It was Damian’s turn to flush red.

“Well! Damian! I’m so happy to meet you! To be honest with you, I didn’t think we were going to find you so fast, I’m glad though!” Patton said, clapping his hands together. Logan put a hand on his shoulder and nodded in agreement.

“I ran into Damian’s friend in a coffee shop, he saw my four strings and put two-and-two together pretty fast.”

Damian turned to look back at Virgil when the emo snickered.

“I knew you all met at a coffee shop, Elliot was the barista. They called me to check in and recognised you half way through the call,” he explained, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “‘Said you were looking ‘thoroughly smitten’ with an unknown stranger. Knowing you, Mr. No Feelings, I knew you would only look that way with a soulmate.” 

“Yeah! And Roman fell off the couch with how excited he was when he realized,” Patton said, poking Roman in the ribs.

Laughing softly, Damian took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair.

“Glad I could have such an effect,” he said. He closed his eyes as he did so, which was convenient for the other three, as they all had locked eyes with a frayed little string attached to his left hand.

“Hey, Damian, do you mind if I-” Logan was cut off by a loud ringtone. Roman groaned as he reached for his phone, checking the caller ID.

“Huh, its Remus,” He said, lifting an eyebrow in confusion. Damian shivered at the name, a chill going down his spine. 

Weird, it must be colder in here than he thought.

Roman clicked a few buttons.

“Surely it’s fine, I’ll call him back shortly,” Roman waved it off, putting his phone back into his pocket.

It rang seconds later.

Roman groaned, getting it back out, “What does he want?”

“Maybe you should answer it,” Virgil said. He began to fidget nervously with his hoodie sleeves, “It might be important-”

Roman laughed, “It’s Remus, when is it ever important?”

Damian looked back and forth between the four of them as Roman hung up yet again.

This time the call back was instant.

Roman groaned, answering it this time.

“Remus this better be important, I’ll catch up with you la- what?” Roman went pale startlingly quick, “... Wait no, back track, what do you mean ‘cut’? That’s not even possible- When did this happen… That long? Why didn’t you tell me then!”

The other’s all looked around at each other, looks of fear on all of their faces.

Roman went quiet for a short while, before running towards the closet by the front door. He threw it open and slid into his jacket and sneakers.

He looked over at his four soulmates, worry all over his face.

“Alright, Remus, I’ll be there. Give me thirty minutes… Alright, bye.”

He hung up, already turning towards the door. 

“Roman?” Patton asked in a small voice, “Is everything alright?”

Roman shook his head, and his voice was thick with tears, “He finally did it. That bastard. He finally pissed off the wrong damn people.”

And with that, the door closed behind him.

They all exchanged glances, and Damian had never felt so small.

Awesome first meeting, really.

-

The man who was on the other side of the phone sniffed, wiping the tears from his eyes with a trembling hand.

He looked up at the ceiling and pursed his lips, a small smile on his face, at least his brother was coming.

The dull, throbbing ache in his left hand had yet to stop, even a month later.

He looked down at the four inch string that hung limply from his hand, the end frayed. The once brilliant yellow an ugly faded beige.

He sniffed, mourning the person he’d never know.

-

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[honestlynotyourbabe]

VOICELESS pt. 2

Athena felt the wind on her face, a smile forming on her lips. Those few moments meeting her inspiration were enough to brighten not only her day but probably her week or month. She clutched the album in her hand closer to her chest as she tuned out the continuous chatter of the crowd. The guards have escorted the fans out from the stadium after their meet and greets. She was still not able to spot Nicole in the crowd, she had promised that both of them would meet up after but she was probably still inside or fighting through the crowd of fans. Her mind kept going back to the moment she saw Suga smile at her, she noticed a tint of blush on his cheeks but it was probably because of the heat or something, it couldn’t be because of her. She doesn’t need to think like that, they are just idols, unreachable but are there for inspiration. She is just an admirer of their talent, nothing more.

It would be weird to think of them as more than that.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” she hears Nicole from behind.

She turned around with a soft smile, taking out a piece of paper from her pocket she wrote out “How was it?” and showed it to her.

Nicole jumped and down with glee, “It was amazing! They were all so nice and funny! Oh, I can’t wait for their next concert!” She then pulled her to the side.

“I got a surprise for you, but this is a secret okay? Suga entrusted me with it” she whispered with a wink. Suga?

She faced Nicole with a confused look, questioning her what could it be. She held on to the silver bracelet V has placed on her wrist and played with it, somehow it gave her comfort; now that Nicole is giving her unnecessary anxiety.

“He wrote this number and said, “you’re the flame” and told me you would know” she raised her eyebrows in a suggestive manner. This confused her more, was it regarding their interaction earlier? Or her letter? Did he mean that she can contact him through this number? Or that she should contact him? She did not get what he meant by it at all.

“Do you know what this means?” Nicole teased, she shook her head no.

“It means he likes you! And you should probably contact this number!” she pointed towards the number written on her album, with initials of AD. August D? Was he referring to his other stage name?

She wrote in her paper “That’s impossible, it’s probably a dead number”

“Such an optimist!” Nicole commented, grabbing the wad of sticky notes from her hand, she took out a pen from her pocket and started writing.

“There is nothing wrong with taking a shot. Maybe this is your chance” she said as she placed the sticky note on Athena’s forehead. Athena pouted and took it. Nicole then linked her arm with hers. “Let’s go get some food, I’m starving! I’ll introduce you to some of my friends!”

Athena out of thought read what Nicole wrote. It was the number written on her album, with a bunch of heart scribbles and a wink emoji. She caressed the note with her thumb, did he really want her to contact him? Why? She pockets the letter and lets Nicole drag her to a bunch of people she had never met. She didn’t understand why her heart suddenly starts beating faster by the minute, was it because she was nervous about meeting new people and having to explain why she couldn’t talk or something else entirely.

Suddenly her hands were shaking, her body didn’t feel like her own, and flashes of lights kept blinding her. She taps Nicole by the shoulder, shaking her head vigorously, hoping that Nicole would understand. “Why what’s wrong? We’re almost there, don’t worry, they told me they were by the bay”

She shook her head again, “Don’t you want to meet them or you’re not feeling well?” Both, she thought. She felt her body shaking, her hands suddenly felt clammy and her mouth dry.

Nicole must have understood for some reason, a concerned look in her eyes as she grabs her arm tighter, wrapping her free hand on her waist for support. “You could meet them next time, I guess. Do you want me to take you home?”

Athena shook her head no, she doesn’t want to go home yet, but she also didn’t want to meet her friends, but she also didn’t want to burden Nicole. Maybe she should text Josh, so he’ll accompany her. Oh wait, he was busy.

“Let’s grab a bite then, we could gush together” Nicole smiled. Athena feeling guilty smiled back. “Oh don’t worry about me! I’m just glad I found a new friend”

Athena knew she was only saying this to comfort her but she felt glad nonetheless.

--

Suga didn’t know what he was feeling, but it didn’t sit well with him. Everything was finally over, they can finally have a few days before the next concert. But then again, those days will be packed with practices and constant lack of sleep, the usual. He didn’t know what he wanted a moment, but a break would be nice. “Hyung! So what your plans if she ever contacts you?” Taehyung jumps on the couch and settling beside him. Suga didn’t give that much of a thought, he honestly had forgotten it for a moment. She probably would think it was a joke though, but will she try?

He shrugged his shoulders, as a reply Taehyung pouted. “Aw too bad, I was hoping I could get to see her again too!” Suga raised an eyebrow, Taehyung laughed nervously. “It’s just that..*laughs* she… you... know... *laughs*” Suga throughout Taehyung’s stumbling explanation only gave him a stern look, crossing his arms in the process. Taehyung scratches the back of his head and blushes, “Nevermind… never mind… let’s just go” he laughs again. Taehyung then grabs Suga by the arm, pulling him up to stand, he chuckles as he pushes his back towards the rest of the guys.

“Hey Hyung! I noticed you blushed during the fan meet earlier, who was that girl again?” Jungkook called out, without a second later, all the guys started whooping and teasing. They started poking his stomach and teasing him with questions of who was the girl, giving out random names, he had never heard of. He gave Taehyung a look, telling him to keep quiet. The boy did seem to listen as he tried to stifle his giggles. This went on for a good few minutes before Jin blurted out a name that perked his ears.

“Athena… that was her name, right Yoongi?” Jin smiled as though he was recalling a recent memory. Suga feeling shy only hid his face in his hands, hoping the guys would stop the teasing. Everybody seemed to have remembered who she was as they started with the ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhhs’

Jungkook gave out a big smile “She was really sweet, she told me I have great potential to change a lot more lives”

“Yeah! She told me that she was glad that I pursued my dreams and that she couldn’t imagine me not being an idol” Jimin commented.

So they did have different letters, Suga felt glad and relieved at the same time.

“She told me she felt closer with her friend who died whenever she sees me, I don’t know what I should feel about that but it made me tear up,” Jin said giving them a sad smile, “I’m glad I’m a bridge for their friendship to continue even in the afterlife”

That must have been hard for her as well, did she lose her in the same accident she lost her voice? Suga wondered. This intrigued him more, he wondered how many of their fans have been moved through their music. How many of them have experienced a lot of pain in their lives and that their only sense of escape was them. This thought made him smile but his heartache as well. He was glad that he and the guys are making a lot of people happy with their music but it was also heartbreaking knowing that a lot of them are going through a lot. It also pressured him in a weird way, it felt like a heavy responsibility for him to carry. He was their escape yet he badly wanted to escape himself.

“Why don’t we get something to eat? I’m hungry” Namjoon suggested tapping his stomach.

The guys agreed and everybody started packing up. Suga felt an arm on his shoulder, “She must be a very interesting girl for you to give your personal number Hyung” Jungkook smiled with raised eyebrows. Taehyung!

“Oh no one told me, I just saw you writing it out earlier, you weren’t that discreet you know” Jungkook laughed, Suga shaking his head gave out a sigh. This boy will be the death of him.

They were walking towards the nearest burger shop, trying to be discreet as they can. They went by groups so no one would notice. Suga was with Taehyung and Jin, he felt that it was ridiculous that they had to wear wigs, sunglasses, a cap, and a mask to not look suspicious. They look suspicious! If he was a fan or paparazzi he would have known who they were.

“Hyung! What are you doing? Why are you walking like that?” Taehyung asked Jin who was walking with his chest out. “I’m trying to look inconspicuous” he whispered. Taehyung only laughed while Suga shook his head trying to distance himself from the two. Shoving his hands in his pockets Suga tried to focus on where he was walking as they arrive by the entrance when he hears a familiar voice. A familiar shriek.

“Ah! I knew it! Could you perhaps introduce me?”

Suga moved his body towards the voice he was hearing, the two already walking towards the counter... “Are they nice? When do you think will be their next comeback be?” the high-pitched voice questioned. Who were they talking about? Suga trying not to look like an eavesdropper inched closer. They were sitting by the window their backs facing him. Suga sat by the booth behind them and motioned towards Jin and Taehyung that he was sitting there. Both of them gave him a thumbs up, they would know his order by now. He then notices Jimin and Namjoon enter while J-Hope and Jungkook were already eating on the other end. Suga smirked as he saw how ridiculous Jungkook looked with his bob wig. Yeah, no one would notice him with that wig on.

“Anyways, I’m glad I met you! I’m so sorry for what happened though” the girl mentions

Suga wasn’t the type of person to eavesdrop, he usually minded his own business but this conversation kept him curious. He just had to confirm that it was the familiar voice he remembers from earlier. He slightly turns his head to get a glimpse at the two. Both of them were brunettes except the other one had shoulder-length hair while the other had long curls. Athena had long curls, could it be her? He tried focusing on the girl with long curls but her face was blocked by the girl with short hair. They were talking about a guy named Josh and that the short-haired girl was excited to meet him. The girl with long curls just kept nodding.

It might be her.

“Hyung! You didn’t tell us what you wanted so we got your usual” Taehyung mentions, placing their tray on the table and sliding on the seat in front of him. Jin still walking with his chest out placed his tray beside theirs and sat beside him. “Oh! I’m starving! Thank you for the food!” Jin bows his head then started digging in, Taehyung does the same.

Suga still tried listening to the two girls talking, he unwraps the burger and takes a small bite when the girl shrieks again. Her shrieking surprised the three of them who made startled looks. “YOU REALLY SHOULD! IT’S AN OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFETIME! IF IT HAPPENED TO ME I WOULD REALLY PEE MY PANTS!” the short-haired girl screamed for everyone to hear. Everyone in the area gave her looks, even the four from the other end. The short-haired girl must have noticed as he heard her mumble a sorry. “Anyways you really should give it a try! An idol wouldn’t just give out a number to anyone you know!”

Suga’s eyes widened, it was them! Right?

“Hey, did you hear what that girl said? She said she’d pee her pants! For everyone else to hear!” Jin laughs meanwhile Taehyung looks at him with curious eyes. He probably heard what they were talking about too since their sitting together. Taehyung inches closer to Suga “do you think it’s Athena and her friend?” he asks as he tried glancing towards the two girls.

“Maybe” he whispers back.

Jin made a suspicious look, pointing at the two of them he asks. “Hey! Hey! What are you guys whispering about?”

Suga and Taehyung not wanting the two girls being suspicious of their looks, motioned towards the two of them with a slight movement of their head, their eyes moving to the side.

Jin made a confused look. “Huh?”

Taehyung leans toward the table “The two girls behind us, we think one of them is Athena”

Jin’s mouth shaped an ‘o’ as his eyes traveled towards the two girls who had their backs facing them. His eyes squinted, focusing on the girl with long curls. The short-haired girl was giggling, she was moving her body back and forth so he got a chance to glimpse a side profile. He smiled.

He looked at the two boys in front of him who were staring at him expectantly. Both eyebrows raised, he laughs at how curious they are. He nodded.

“It’s her”

He didn’t know who smiled bigger but he could see that Suga seemed excited. He had never seen this side of Suga, it somehow made him feel protective. Feelings are dangerous, especially for guys like them. “Would you talk to her?” Jin hears Taehyung asks, taking a bite from his burger.

“I’m not sure, what would I say?”

“Suga really? Of course, you would say Hello first!” Jin scolded, chewing his burger with a lot of confidence.

Suga places his head on his hand, why would he even try to ask. He felt Taehyung tap his shoulder. “Maybe she’ll come to us when she recognizes it’s us”

“What if she doesn’t? We look like weirdos with these on” Suga motions towards the black shoulder-length wig he had on. It made him look like a girl, if not for the heavily tinted glasses he had on and the fake beard they pasted on him. Both Jin and Taehyung stifled a laugh. “Yeah, they did go overboard with the ‘trying not to look like us’ look”

“While I look gorgeous with anything I put on” Jin flicked his blonde wig. He did not look gorgeous, he looked like a guy who hasn’t left his room for weeks with that wig. They didn’t even try to tame it. Suga rolls his eyes “So, should I talk to her or should I wait it out?”

“How could you talk to her?” Taehyung asks

Oh right.

“How about you slide in a note” Jin suggested.

“How?”

“We could crumple it and throw it in their direction?” Both looked at Taehyung with a ‘are you serious look. “This isn’t high school” both of them mentions. “Well got better ideas then?”

“Or… you could just casually come to our table and say hi” the three of them look up towards the short-haired girl who was now standing at the side of their table. Smiling brightly she gave them a wave, behind her was Athena who had her head down.

“Hi,” the three of them said in unison. Which felt awkward.

“You weren’t really that quiet with your conversation, we’re sorry we eavesdropped” The girl giggled. Athena only nodded in agreement as she kept twisting the charm on her bracelet. The bracelet Taehyung gave her earlier. Taehyung must have noticed it too, “Do you like it? The bracelet?”

Athena lifted her head, her eyes surprised at the mention of her bracelet. She was biting her lip when she nodded a yes. She was being cute, for no reason. Taehyung smiled “I’m glad”

Noticing the interaction the short-haired girl nudges Athena’s stomach. She only smiled as a response to her friends constantly glancing in their direction as though she was silently telling her to do something. Athena brought out a sticky note pad and wrote something, she then places the sticky note on their table.

‘I’m glad you guys are finding time to eat, enjoy your meal, and take care’

She then motions her friend to leave by pulling her arm. “I guess we’ll be going then! Nice seeing you! Whoever you are!” she greeted as both of them left before he could have said a single word.

“Her friend didn’t recognize us?” Jin asked

“Yeah, she said, whoever we are, so she probably didn’t hear us mentioning our names” Taehyung commented.

“But did Athena recognize us? She gave us a note” Jin picks up the sticky note, examining it.

Taehyung takes the sticky note from Jin and places it in his pocket. “She probably did, she said she likes the bracelet I gave her”

Jin raised an eyebrow, he didn’t know Taehyung gave Athena his silver bracelet. “You gave her a bracelet? What bracelet?”

Taehyung made a nervous laugh, realizing that Jin didn’t know, he knew how protective Jin could be when it comes to interacting with fans. “You know the one..*nervous laugh* the..”

“The one he had custom made last year, the one with the tear charm” Suga mentions as he takes a bite of a french fry. Suga had a different look on his face which made the two look at each other. “The one you said you would keep forever?” Jin asks.

“Yeah…” Taehyung scratches the back of his head, trying to avoid the look Jin was now giving him.

“It felt like it belonged to her, Taehyung was right giving it to her” Suga commented, his eyes staring at the door where Athena left. Both Jin and Taehyung followed where Suga was staring at then looking back at Suga.

“Are you really that interested in her?” Jin genuinely asks. Taehyung positions himself, straightening his back as he looks at Suga who was still staring at the door. He purses his lips and furrows his eyebrows. “That’s a question that I would also like to know”

Suga squinted his eyes “She makes me question a lot of things and I wonder why”

#bts fanfic #bts fanfction #min yoongi fanfic #suga x oc #v #kim taehyung #bts fanfiction

[zukuthehero]

Little Brother of Mine

Next Chapter || AO3

Kurogiri POV

I teleported up to the children the moment I felt Eraserhead’s quirk cease affecting me.

“There is no escape for you.” I appeared in front of them, cutting off their escape. “It is a pleasure to meet you. We are the League of Villains. I know it’s impolite, but we decided to invite ourselves-“

Wait, that green hair, the freckles, the green eyes… That’s Midoriya Izuku. Fuck. What’s he doing here!? He’s quirkless, how did he get in this class? I have to continue, can’t draw attention to him.

“-in. Isn’t this a fitting place for All Might, the symbol of peace, to take his last breath? I believe he was supposed to be here today, and yet I see no sign of him.”

Okay I’m keeping their attention, and the only one that seems to have noticed my pause is Izuku himself.

“There must’ve been some sort of change in plans we could not have foreseen.” Right, now to get Izuku to safety while I throw the rest of the class to the other villains we brought.

“Ah, well, in the end, I suppose it doesn’t matter. I still have a role to play.”

I prepared to warp the students away.

I jolted back when two of the students charged at me, screaming the whole way. They went through me of course but that was close.

“You live up to your school’s reputation, but you should be more careful children. Otherwise, someone might get hurt.”

“You two, get out of the way, right now!” Thirteen called her students away, but not fast enough.

“I’ll scatter you across this facility, to meet my comrades, and your deaths!” I warped them away, aiming one on Izuku that would take him safely to a spot with no villains, the top of the waterslide should be safe enough for now. And then he moved.

The children were portaled away, and Izuku was heading into the shipwreck zone.

“Fuck.”

Shiggy POV

I watched Eraserhead moving, “one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twel-“ his hair dropped.

He’s very good, fast and dangerous. Not bad for an NPC. But I’m figuring out his pattern. He can’t keep his eyes open as long. They’re probably getting dry.

Now.

“First it was twenty-three seconds.”

“The final boss” Eraserhead turned to face me.

“hehe, then it was twenty-four seconds. And then twenty. Then seventeen.” I grabbed his capture scarf as I ran forward, tugging it out of my way.

I reached for his face, he’ll die.

“Urgh” He almost managed to elbow me in the stomach. That was a close one.

I idly noticed the small figures to the side, some kids watching the fight now.

There we go, his hair fell again.

“It was hard to see when you were jumping around, but I’ve found your tell, it’s your hair.”

My quirk was back, I felt it begin to crumble his sleeve.

“When it drops, it means you’ve stopped using your quirk. You’re having to blink more often.”

He jerked, a grimace on his face.

“Don’t push yourself to hard now. You might just fall apart.” I couldn’t help the grin that slipped over my face.

His arm was very much beginning to disintegrate, the skin gone on his elbow, the muscle showing through as my quirk started to work deeper.

I heard a cry off to the side, and Eraserhead lunged forward with a grunt, slamming a fist into my face.

I scowled, “That annoying quirk of yours isn’t suited for drawn-out fights against big groups, is it?” I rose slowly as he stood surrounded by the NPC’s I brought.

“Don’t you think you’re a little out of your element here, Eraserhead? You’re much better at working stealthily. You’re known for surprise attacks, not fighting head-to-head.”

His hair was up I noticed. He’s panting, clutching his destroyed elbow, gaze focused on me.

“But despite knowing that, you didn’t hesitate to jump into the middle of this fight, to put your students at ease.” I did have a good amount of respect for him. Unlike most heroes, he really was protecting his charges and helping people who needed it. He was well known for it even.

The NPC’s attacked him again, and despite his injuries and exhaustion, he still beat all of them. Hehe, he’s really good at this.

He turned to face me, quirk activating again, capture scarf at the ready.

“And look at you, you’re still standing! You really are so cool!” I grinned again.

Too bad for him, I might like him more than most heroes, but he’s in my way.

“Oh, by the way hero.” Nomu surged to appear behind him in an instant. “I am not the final boss.” Nomu attacked.

Eraserhead hit the ground, his goggles broken, blood surrounding his form.

“What do you think of him, Eraserhead?” I peered at him, is he dead?

“Hm… He’s the bioengineered anti-symbol of Peace. But you can call him Nomu.”

The Nomu shrieked.

I perked up as Eraserhead grunted, Nomu yanking his arm.

He screamed. Whoops, looks like Nomu broke his arm. His head lifted, his face a mask of pain.

“You can erase people’s powers. That’s irritating, but it’s nothing impressive. When faced with true, devastating power, you might as well be a quirkless child.”

I paused for a moment. Perhaps I should’ve picked better wording. My little brother is quirkless. But then, he’s not very physically strong, mentally he’s deadly, almost as good at analyzing as Sensei. But still, too late to take back the wording, even if it is accurate.

Eraserhead slowly turned his head, I grinned as he activated his quirk, and Nomu smashed his face into the ground, and his arm. He gave a strangled scream, going still.

Nomu pulled his head up, Eraserhead groaning faintly as he did. Then Nomu shoved his face down again.

“Tomura Shigaraki” I glanced over to Kurogiri, looks like he’s back.

“Kurogiri, did you manage to kill Thirteen?”

“The rescue hero is out of commission.” Imma take that as a no. “But there were students I was unable to disperse and one of them got outside of the facility.”

I twitched before turning fully to him, he… “Huh?” I stared for a moment before scratching at my neck. The itch was back. The plan was ruined. It was destroyed. We can’t take on all the pros that would come, how could Kurogiri fail so badly! He’s one of Sensei’s most trusted and he screwed up!

“Kurogiri”

I scratched harder, how could he fail me so badly. The utter failure. The itch was worse. I can’t believe he’d ruin our plans like this. All he had to do was kill some kids, how could he screw that up! Kids aren’t that hard to kill!

“You fool”

He didn’t even have to kill them, just get them away from the exit. Idiot!

“If you weren’t our warp gate, I’d tear apart every last atom in your body.”

I stopped. Lowering my hands. It’s over.

“There’s no way we can win if dozens of pros show up to stop us. It’s game over. Back to the title screen.”

And here I was wanting to beat the boss fight now.

“And I was looking forward to finishing this today. Damn it. Let’s go home.”

I heard some murmuring from the kids off to the side.

You know what, maybe we should leave something behind for All Might to see when they get here.

“Oh, before we leave, lets make sure the Symbol of Peace is broken. Let’s wreck his pride.”

I lunged, reaching the kids in an instant.

“Let’s make this hurt”

I froze. My hand was inches from the girls face but… the boy there... that’s…

“Otouto?”

Then I noticed the feel of my quirk being gone. Not that that was important. Ototou was here… how? He’s quirkless, how could he get into the elite hero course class at UA. If it was just based on smarts he’d be top of the class, but the physical requirements.

He blinked, “what?”

Oh right, he doesn’t know me. Sensei kept him separate from us. To keep him safe from Sensei’s enemies. Fuck.

Time to play it off a bit, my quirk is gone right now, let’s fix that.

“You really are so cool, Eraserhead.” I turned to look over my shoulder, watching as the Nomu smashed his face down again, less violently than before.

I turned back, oh there’s three kids, don’t know where the purple one came from. Eh, I’ll kill him…

Otouto lunged suddenly.

“I don’t know who you are, but you let her go!” He swung his fist towards me, and I noticed the build up of power immediately. When the hell did he get a quirk!?

“SMASH”

The wind force from his punch almost knocked me back, and I did withdraw my hand. I’m not gonna say no to my little Otouto.

Nomu shielded me from Otouto’s punch, I couldn’t see his face, but he seemed frozen. I should encourage him!

“You’re pretty powerful huh, This ‘smash’ of yours”

Oh no, oh no, no, no. Smash, like All Might. Information gathering time.

“Are you one of All Might’s disciples?”

Uh oh, my Nomu grabbed his arm, Oh no, I reached for the purple kid as my Otouto pulled away. “Nomu!” I’ll order Nomu off and kill this kid.

Nomu froze.

SMASH

I jerked to look, the doors smashed in. Dust rose as I heard footsteps all the way from here. I grinned.

“I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had gone wrong here when Aizawa and Thirteen didn’t answer my calls. So I hurried over, running into Young Iida along the way. He told me of the villainy at work here.”

There he is, with no one else. Only one pro came.

“Have no fear students.”

All Might stood tall at the edge of the stairs.

“I am here!”

Excellent.

“Look, we’re saved!” The annoying purple one is dying.

“He’s here, All Might!”

Aww, my Otouto is so cute. Also afraid. This is why we keep him inside and safe damn it!

Before I deal with All Might though. I finished reaching for the purple one. Grabbing his head I grinned as he crumbled to dust. My Nomu is positioned between my Otouto and him so Otouto won’t be traumatized.

I stood, “After all this waiting, the heroic piece of trash shows up.”

“Mineta” croaked the girl, horrified.

A blur and the NPC’s hit the ground, groaning. All Might had Eraserhead in his arms, cradling him as he held him away from the mob.

He murmured something to soft to hear.

Oh, I didn’t know All Might had a love interest. Good. To. Know.

I blinked and the girl and Otouto were gone, All Might grabbing them. As if Otouto was in danger from me! I jerked as father’s hand came off my face.

He’s too fast.

“Everybody back to the entrance and take Aizawa with you. He doesn’t have much time.”

“Yes sir.” Otouto sounded scared. How dare All Might scare my Otouto. Doesn’t he know Otouto has all but worshipped him for years!? Otouto adores that piece of trash and he scares him! He’ll die for that too now.

“no, no, no.” I need my father’s hand back first. Then Otouto. “It wasn’t supposed to go this way. He’s still fast, Father. Somehow he managed to hit me.”

I picked up father’s hand, relaxing once it was back in place.

“Of course a government hero relies on violence.” I should make sure Otouto has some lessons on heroes while he’s here. “I wasn’t prepared. I couldn’t even see him when he moved. But he’s not as fast as I thought he’d be.” I could still react, even if not in time.

“Not as fast as he used to be. I guess it’s true after all.” I grinned now, “All Might really is getting weaker.”

Otouto paused, a flash of something on his face. I’ll plant the seeds, he’ll understand.

“All Might, you can’t! That brain villain took One for-“ He faltered, looking at his friend worried. So cute, he shouldn’t be with these NPCs. “I-I smashed him and didn’t break my arm this time-”

I’m sorry, didn’t break his arm? What the fuck. Who do I need to kill.

“-but he wasn’t fazed at all. He’s too strong!”

Aww, Otouto can tell. Of course he can, he’s so smart.

“Young Midoriya” All Might threw a hand out to silence Otouto. The absolute fucking nerve. Otouto was talking.

”I got this!”

‘I got this, I got this’ shut up All Might.

Otouto glanced at Eraserhead, before turning away, carrying him away, the girl helping him.

All Might turned to face me. “CAROLINA”

Fuck “Nomu.”

“SMASH”

Of course it did no damage. Did he not hear Otouto!?

“I guess he wasn’t wrong when he said it had no effect on you!” Yeah no shit sherlock.

Nomu grabbed for him and he dodged, lunging forward to hit Nomu again, and again, and again.

Nomu screeched as it reached for him, he leapt back to avoid it.

“It doesn’t even matter where I punch you, does it.”

I’m getting insulted.

“That’s because Nomu here has shock absorption, All Might.”

All Might threw some more punches at Nomu, who struck back.

“The only way you’re going to hurt him is to slowly gouge out his flesh.” I grinned, “Of course, I don’t think he’ll sit back and let you do that. You’ve finally met your match. Hehe”

All Might smiled though.

“Ha! Thanks for telling me how to beat him!”

… what?

“All I have to do is wear him down, then its on to you!”

Idiot.

All Might smashed Nomu downwards with a grunt, SMASH, a big cloud of dust covered the area.

“hey, hey now.” Rude.

I watched delighted as the cloud of dust dispersed, to show that Kurogiri pulled through. Nomu coming up through the portal to grab at All Might’s side.

“Oh come on, what kinda cheap move was that?”

Ha, he acts like we play without cheat codes. Newbie.

“Nice. You were trying to bury him in the concrete, so he couldn’t move around anymore. Sorry, that won’t work. Nomu’s as strong as you are. That won’t stop him.”

All Might grunted.

Oh right, positive reinforcement. “Nice work, Kurogiri.” I laughed, “We’ve got him just where we want him now.”

I noticed the blood showing on his dress shirt. Honestly, I can’t believe he came to fight us dressed like that. The audacity, thinks he’s so great. Kurogiri is starting to close his portal, he always has trouble closing it fast with people partway through it.

“If this is your best then you’ve picked the wrong place to attack. You should just give up now!”

Heroes, always giving grand speeches. So annoying.

“Kurogiri.”

“Normally I wouldn’t want blood and viscera flooding the insides of my warp gates, but I’ll make an exception for a hero as great as you. Since you’re too fast to see with the human eye, Nomu had to restrain you. And once he’s pulled your body halfway through, I’ll squeeze the gate shut.”

Ah, monologuing. The staple of any villains career. It’s a necessity, it happens in all my games. How are they supposed to feel hopeless if you don’t explain why they should feel that way.

“I’m going to enjoy tearing you to pieces.”

All Might jerked in Nomu’s hold, desperately trying to pull free.

I blinked as All Might’s attention got caught by… Otouto. What is he doing? He was leaving, going to where he’s safe! Now he’s running strait forward!?

Kurogiri warped between them, good, he’ll move Otouto to safety.

“How foolish.”

BOOM

“Get the hell out of my way DEKU!” A blond boy appeared.

… did he just call Otouto useless? Okay so he’s dying.

Blond boy smashed Kurogiri down, holding an exploding palm to his neck.

Ice suddenly surged across the field, freezing my Nomu. I saw the boy dressed in… half ice? And a dress shirt? What is with heroes and their dumb costumes?

“One of your poorly trained thugs told me you’re here because you think you can kill All Might.”

Ugh, so full of himself.

All Might pulled himself free. Ugh. It was all going so well. And now these annoYING KIDS ARE IN OUR WAY.

“Are you okay?” My Otouto really is an angel like Sensei said. Too good for this horrible world.

“YAAARGH” Some red freak lunged for me. Ugh. Way too slow.

I casually slunk back.

“Damn, that was gonna be so cool!” Idiot

“Guess I found your body this time ya smoky bastard!” What does he mean this time?

“The Symbol of Peace will not be defeated by delinquents like you.”

Everyone’s a critic.

“Kacchan, Everyone.” Okay, so get Otouto away, and kill the idiots.

I studied the area briefly, so some high-level NPC’s are here. They took down my warper, and the boss is injured. But my boss fighter is still fine.

“Kurogiri, how could you let this brat get the best of you?” Really it’s shameful, he’s what, twelve? “You’ve gotten us into a real jam here.”

“Heh. You got careless, you dumb villain. It wasn’t hard to figure you out. Only certain parts of you turned into that smoking warp gate. You used that mist to hide your actual body, as a kind of distraction, thinking that made you safe! That’s why we missed.”

I groaned loudly, “I wasn’t talking to you, you obnoxious blond Pomeranian.”

The brat ignored me.

“But if you didn’t have a body, you wouldn’t be wearing this neck armor, right? You’re not immune to physical attacks if they’re well aimed.”

Kurogiri grunted, shifting slightly.

“Don’t move!” He leaned down, “You try anything funny, and I’ll blow your ass up right now, you got it? They’ll be cleanin’ you up for weeks.”

Okay now I’m mad. I’m the only one who gets to threaten Kurogiri.

“Oh, that doesn’t sound very heroic.” The dumb red one commented.

“They escapted uninjured and captured my two strongest men. Kids these days really are amazing.” They did do good, even with how dumb and annoying they are. “They make the League of Villains look like amateurs. Can’t have that.”

I glanced at the Nomu, “Nomu.”

It screeched as it pulled itself out of the warp gate, the ice shattering its body.

“How is that thing still moving? He’s all messed up.” Oh my sweet Otouto is limited in his knowledge, can’t do an accurate analysis that way.

“Stay back everybody!” Stop interrupting Otouto All Might, geeze, have some fucking manners.

Nomu regenerated. All Might can die now.

“What is this!? I thought you said his power was shock absorption.”

I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t say that was his only quirk. He also has super regeneration.” I flashed a glance at my Otouto, he was listening to every word. Might as well brag a little. “Nomu has been modified to take you on All Might, even at 100% of your power. He’s basically a highly efficient punching bag that hits back.”

Nomu was back to 100%. Now then.

“First we need to free our method of escape.” The blond brat can die. “Get him Nomu.”

There was a blur as Nomu moved, and a crash a moment later. The kids went flying. I turned to check on Otouto, he seemed okay, if a bit ruffled.

“Such force.” He looked up, eyes widening. Oh no, don’t tell me he likes the dumb blond brat that called him useless?

“KACCHAN!” ugh.

He blinked and looked beside him. Where the blond brat was sitting. Stupid All Might.

“Kacchan? Whoa, that’s awesome, you dodged him!” My sweet Otouto didn’t notice yet huh?

“Not quite, but that’s okay, you didn’t see it did you. All Might moves fast huh?” Otouto looked at me in surprise, then turned.

“Wait, then how?” Oh the dumb red one, I wasn’t talking to him.

But Otouto had realized, his gaze was on All Might, coughing at the wall. Otouto is so smart.

“These are kids, and you didn’t hold back!?”

Did he not notice me killing the purple one earlier? No? Okay. Besides, the blond one was rude to Otouto. He deserved death.

“I didn’t have much choice though, He was threatening my companion. Besides, these kids are no angels. The blond Pomeranian was threatening to blow up Kurogiri, the spiky red one tried to punch me in the face, and ice ice baby over there froze Nomu’s limbs off. What kind of hero does something like that?”

I shook my head, “You think you can get away with being as violent as you want if you say it’s for the sake of others.” Otouto needs to learn. The heroes aren’t so good.

“Well, you know what All Might. That pisses me off. Why do some people get to decide that some violent acts are heroic, and others are villainous?” Was calling Otouto “Deku” heroic? Was that good?

“Casting judgement as to what’s ‘good’ and what’s ‘evil’. You think you’re the Symbol of Peace? HA. You’re just another government sponsored instrument of violence. And violence always breeds more violence. I’ll make sure the world understands that once you’re dead.”

I glanced back over at Otouto. The speech is for him after all. Good. He’s listening. I won’t let these heroes corrupt my sweet Otouto. Sensei would be so upset.

“You’re nothing but a lunatic. Criminals like you, you always try to make your actions sound noble. But admit it, you’re only doing this because you like it. Isn’t that right?”

“Heh, maybe when we came. But no, I do have my reasons now. Heh heh, you couldn’t understand, All Might. You’re a barbarian, racking up exp by beating up anyone in your way. Going for all the boss fights. Well this will be your last one.”

All Might growled, and the kiddies started talking.

“We’ve got them outnumbered.”

“And Kacchan found the mist guys weakness.” Otouto could’ve if he’d had a moment to consider it. Stupid blond.

“These dudes may act really tough, but we can take ‘em down now with All Might’s help.” Loser red hardened his body, “Let’s do this.”

“Don’t attack!” All Might moved in front of them again. “Get out of here.”

“You would’ve been in trouble earlier if it weren’t for me, remember?” Ice rink readied for an attack, “You need our help.”

“I thank you for your assistance, but this is different. It’s gonna be alright. Just sit back and watch a pro at work.”

And you know, attacking us without us striking first is against the law. Which they should know.

“But you’re too hurt, you’re bleeding.” Ah leave it to Otouto to notice the injuries, and he’s right. All Might will die now. “You’re almost out of-“

Oh? What’s that. Did Otouto find out something about All Might? Some weakness, and now he’s worried.

“Heh, don’t worry, we’ll kill you quickly, All Might.” I stepped forward, talking time is over.

“Nomu, Kurogiri, Kill him. I’ll deal with the children.” Blondie is dying, maybe snowflake too. Not sure about loser red. He’s not interesting. Otouto is of course going to be left alone, not going to let him get hurt.

“Let’s clear this level and go home.” I’ll bring Otouto with me, Sensei needs to know that he now has a quirk. And that its apparently one that breaks his bones.

I lunged for the kids, aiming for the blond. Kacchan I think. “Huh” I turned. All Might.

He zipped right between me and the kids and kept moving. He and Nomu met head on. The explosion sent us flying.

“Weren’t you listening? One of his powers is shock absorption.” Is he dumber than I thought? I know he’s barbarian class but still.

“Yeah? What about it?”

Huh?

He kept punching. Otouto was being blown back. He’d better not put Otouto at risk.

“no, I can’t get near them”

Why is Kurogiri even hear at this point?

“He said your quirk was only shock absorption, not nullification! That means there’s a limit to what you can take, right?!” All Might was yelling as he fought Nomu. Acting like Nomu had any sense of self.  

They were exchanging punches too fast to really follow, All Might rearing back as Nomu hit him hard, Nomu stumbling, you couldn’t even see their hands they’re moving so fast.

“So you were made to fight be big guy? If you can really withstand me firing at 100% of my power, then I’ll have to go beyond that and force you to surrender.”

My eyes widened, he’s actually forcing Nomu back! He sent him flying!

“A real hero, will always find a way for justice to be served!”

He leapt up, grabbing Nomu, sent him crashing down.

“Now for a lesson. You may have heard these words before, but I’ll teach you what they man. GO BEYOND!” He reared back, “PLUS ULTRA!”

Nomu went crashing out of the building entirely, right through a window.

No, how dare he!

“I really have gotten weaker. Back in my heyday, five hits woulda been enough to knock that guy out. But today it took more than 300 mighty blows.”

That bastard. How dare he do this. We were so close. So close to defeating him. And now…

“You’ve been bested villains. Surrender. We all want to get this over with quickly.”

“He cheated.” That’s the only way he could beat Nomu. He was designed to counter All Might. Sensei equipped him with everything necessary, we bumped his level all the way up. How dare he!

“What’s going on here. He’s just as strong as he’s always been! Damn it. Don’t tell me I was lied too. His level should be lower, but now, he’s matching my highest leveled fighter.” I snarled lowly, this wasn’t going according to plan.

“What’s wrong? Not attacking me? Didn’t you say you were going to clear this level earlier? Well come and get me, if you dare.”

I recoiled. This was bad. I couldn’t afford to get beat here. Sensei needs to know about Otouto. And I’m not about to lose in front of Otouto. I glanced at him, he looked… worried. For All Might? Or for us? I can’t tell.

“What, are you scared?”

“uh” I scratched my neck, the itch was worse than ever. “If only Nomu was here. He’d rush you right now.” I scratched frantically, I need to get rid of the itch. “Pound you into the ground without giving it a second thought.”

“Tomura Shigaraki.” Kurogiri. “Please, do not fret. Look at him, he has definitely weakened.” I paused, lifting my head. “Nomu’s attacks were successful.”

I blinked, oh. Otouto, Otouto is worried for All Might. He always was such a fan.

“He’s on his own, the children appear to be frozen in fear. And look, our underlings are recovering. We likely have a few minutes before their reinforcements arrive. If you and I work together we can do this. We haven’t missed our chance to kill All Might.”

I dropped my hands considered the situation, a bunch of the NPC’s from our mob were starting to stand, Otouto’s group was hovering nervously, and All Might seemed rather injured.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.” Otouto’s worry alone is enough for me, he’s an excellent analyzer. “This is it, we have no choice. We have to do it now. I mean, the big end-boss is right here.”

I charged, Kurogiri right beside me. All Might will die.

“Consider this revenge for what you did to Nomu!” Sensei gifted Nomu to me, he’ll pay for destroying Sensei’s gift.

I heard a whoosh. Turning, “what”, how did, how did Otouto get so fast, and he’s oh no, he’s doing something dumb, he’s charging right at us.

“Don’t you touch All Might! You stupid villains!”

I reached out a hand, careful to hold one finger away from where Otouto will be, I’ll shove Otouto away, and then finish off All Might.

BANG

My hand jerked to the side, I grunted in pain, a gunshot?

Otouto hit the ground hard. Are his legs broken?

“They’re here!” Stupid All Might sounds so happy.

Two more shots, neither hit me.

“Sorry everyone,” What? “I know we’re a bit late. But I got the teachers over here as fast as I could.”

Some idiot student yelled something about reinforcements, but I turned away to focus on Otouto. Other than multiple broken limbs, he seemed alright.

The teachers were attacking the mob I spawned.

“Oh no, the pros are here. It’s game over. For real.” I have to leave Otouto. Damn it.

“Lets go home and try this when we can- ARGH” I collapsed, BANG BANG BANG, three shots and I was down.

Kurogiri put a warp gate in front of me to shield me the from more.

“Lets go!” He started to warp us away, only for him to start getting yanked into the black hole.

Ugh, All Might, this is all his fault. “I may have failed to kill you this time, but your days are numbered! All Might. Symbol of Peace. I am going to kill you!”

The blackness covered me completely and I collapsed on the bar floor.

Urgh.

“Ow… shot in both arms and legs, all those underlings wiped out, Nomu beaten, and I had to leave Otouto behind. We failed. Those kids were so strong. And the damn Symbol of Peace wasn’t weakened at all! You were wrong Sensei. So wrong!”

“No I wasn’t.” Sensei’s voice came through the screen. “We just weren’t as prepared as we should’ve been.”

“I agree,” the doctor is there too, was Sensei having a bad day? “We underestimated them. Thankfully we failed under that cheap ‘League of Villains’ name and not our own.”

I snarled.

“And what about the creature the Master and I created? Where is Nomu?”

“Yes, why is he not with you?” Sensei is displeased. Damn it.

“He was blown away.”

“Oh shut up about Nomu. Who cares about him. We have more important things to be concerned about.”

“Nomu is a valuable creation an-“

“What is it Tomura?” Sensei cut of the doctor, sounding expectant.

“Otouto is at UA, and he’s in the hero course.”

#BNHA #BNHA fanfic #MHA #Mha fanfic #Izuku midoriya #dad for one #all for one is midoriya hisashi #Kurogiri #class 1a #mineta dies #minrou mineta dies #All Might #All for one #Izuku has one for all #izuku kicks butt #Genius Izuku #Smart Izuku #deku #Tomura doesn't like anyone really #except his Otouto #older brother tomura #good dad all for one

[zerolympiustrife]

ZOS’ short stories 59

Title: Small, Smooth, Soft, Sexy...Shoulders? (RWBY)

Yay, more Lancaster! Fun times.

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*At a hotel, Jaune and Ruby are alone*

Jaune (taking off a button-up shirt): Fun time, wasn’t it?

Ruby (taking off a bolero jacket): It’s more fun to be with you alone...aside from, y’know, our teams.

Jaune: The point of coming here was to celebrate the wedding of my two best friends. I’m sorry if all those people would not stop crowding and pestering you.

Ruby (sighing): ...It’s alright...

*Ruby accidentally slips off the spaghetti straps from her shoulders, then shrugs, then wiggles her shoulders out of the straps. Jaune slowly blushes as he’s watching this*

Ruby (now noticing Jaune): Hm? Jaune?

*Jaune’s nose slowly starts to drip blood*

Ruby (surprised): Oh my gosh! Jaune! Are you alright?

*Jaune closes his eyes, shakes his head, snapping back into reality. He notices the blood stain on the floor, touches his nose, and sees the blood*

Jaune (surprised): Whoops! Sorry! *Runs to the bathroom to clean himself*

Ruby (raising an eyebrow): ...What just happened?

*A few minutes later, the duo take a shower together*

Ruby (washing Jaune’s hair): I’ve missed this.

Jaune (shrugging, eyes are closed): Frankly, I didn’t think my haircut was THAT bad!

Ruby: It’s not so much that I didn’t like your haircut, it’s more that I would’ve preferred to see you keep your old hair, possibly watch it grow longer. And maybe see you with a cool ponytail.

Jaune (pulling his hair away from his eyes, opens them): Who knows? We’ll see.

*Ruby shuffles her shoulders, smiles, sits down, and gives Jaune the shampoo and conditioner*

Ruby (closing her eyes): Okay, now do me.

*Jaune feels something from above his lip, and notices that he’s having a nosebleed again*

Jaune (internally): Not again!

*Another few minutes later, the duo dry their hair*

Jaune (shaking his head, watching his hair ruffle in the mirror): Ah...that feels nice.

*Ruby shakes her head rapidly*

Ruby: ...Hey, Jaune? Are you sure you’ve been alright tonight?

Jaune (looking away from her by holding up his arm): ...Of course, Ruby. What makes you say that?

*Ruby leans towards him, moves his arm away, but then accidentally slips on a wet puddle, shifts towards Jaune, then the duo fall with Jaune slamming the back of his head against the floor and Ruby pressing her head against Jaune’s chest*

Jaune (in pain): Oof!

Ruby (pressed against Jaune): Ah!

*Jaune’s semblance heals him, he shakes off the pain, then looks down at Ruby*

Ruby (moving her bare shoulders): Jaune?

*Jaune IMMEDIATELY shotguns his head away*

Ruby (concerned): Jaune, what’s been with you lately?!?

Jaune (eyes shut): Okay, I confess! ...Y-Your shoulders...

Ruby (confused): ...My shoulders? What about my shoulders?

Jaune (blushing madly): ...I’ve...I don’t know why, but...something about seeing your shoulders, w-with...not a single piece of clothing on...

Ruby: ...What about my bare shoulders...?

Jaune: Don’t be mad at me, but...I can’t help but find them...s-sexy...

Ruby (blushing): ...S-Sexy? Me? And my shoulders?

Jaune (still looking away): Um...y-yes...

*Ruby recounts a flashback...speaking of which!*

*Flashback start!*

Ruby: I TOO can be sexy!

Yang (hands on her hips): No you can’t! I mean, Blake and I, obviously, can succeed in being sexy! But there’s no way you or ice queen can pull it off!

Ruby (angrily): ...You know what? Screw this conversation! I don’t even know why I’m talking about FILTH with you!

*Yang continues to smirk evilly*

*Flashback end!*

*Ruby, hearing Jaune call her sexy, smirks*

Ruby (holding Jaune’s face): ...Oh, is that so?

Jaune (slowly opening his eyes): ...Yes?

*Ruby playfully shuffles her shoulders, Jaune slightly jitters from seeing this, but his nose doesn’t bleed*

Ruby (smiling): You like it when I do this?

*Jaune takes a deep breath*

Ruby: Also, uh...can you do me a favor?

*Jaune says nothing, but nods*

Ruby (chuckles nervously): Let’s...not tell Yang about this.

*Jaune continues nodding, then grabs Ruby’s shoulders, then his eyes shrink*

Ruby: ...Huh?

*Flash cut! to the newlyweds*

Nora (constantly and playfully kissing Ren on his lips): Mmph...I love you...so much...

Ren (fighting back): I...love...you...too...mmph...

*The duo suddenly start hearing creaking and moaning from the other side*

Ren (eyes widened, blushing): ...Oh my!

Nora (smirking): ...Looks like they’ve beat us to it.

*The moans start getting louder*

Nora (now annoyed): ...You think this is revenge? For all the times we’ve done it and they’d always have the honor to hear my... *Snickers* ... “Impeccable singing”?

*Ren silently giggles*

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