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20 February 2023 Monday 🐮🌕🌗🌘🌑🌒

autocorrect Monday monster I is morning 7:13 7:14 pmpdt

lunes getsuyoubi

7:15 pmpdt auto saved 7:16 pmpdt

Nick asked for “friends with benefits” sophomore year. Junior & senior year I joined track & cross country running teams. At first I used my p.e. Uniform to save money. Then, a new coach offered hand me down athletic wear: 1 black shorts at least (head pain exhaling hot air 7:22 pmpdt) + a few more items I think, I don’t remember well. I don’t remember saying anything about income or financial situation. My dad had probably already lectured me about living within my means so I think I probably thought that using the p.e. Uniform was ok. 7:26 pmpdt for some reason my sister yelled at me in the locker room to stop telling people we are poor. All I think I did was try to recall if I said that to anyone. I think I stared at her silently at this time. My memory is not very good so I am guessing this was the cause & effect. That people were judging maybe about how much money we had based on what we wore. 7:32 7:33 pmpdt

8:04 pmpdt auto correct changed intimate to intimadate in the previous posts. Gurgling a lot. I really feel like I am a liar & a bad person. Maybe incubus is pretending to be my husband Bcz I dated my first real boyfriend & went to family events 😓😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵😤😖😭 I hate not being able to breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️ 8:07 pmpdt. Maybe I said too many bad things about my ex & flings. Maybe I didn’t take enough responsibility. 8:08 pmpdt maybe I slandered ? Was it the curse? Was it the incubus in control? Or was it me? 8:09 pmpdt I wish I could remember everything I ever said verbatim. So I could evaluate now. But with Scott, it seems like maybe he deserved to be talked about. He’s bigger than me, has a big head, & I guess very strong 💪 & probably secretly threatening. If you read a previous post (many posts down) you might read about the time he put his whole arm around my neck like a snake 🐍 at least 2 times? In the middle of making out. He didn’t choke me but he put me in the position to be choked by his arm. & I stupidly kept on seeing him. 8:14 pmpdt & he didn’t respect ✊ me when I said “I dont think we should do this.” I think that’s what I said. 8:15 pmpdt

8:32 pmpdt incubus cut I think maybe under? The diaphragm bone 🦴???? It hurt 😞. I don’t like it.

8:33 pmpdt when we were still friends b4 becoming boyfriend girlfriend I told him that my feelings suddenly dropped/ended for the guy I thought 💭 I was in love with 😍. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ if he understood what I was saying. I thought I was communicating my disappointment & sadness & confusion about the feelings suddenly ending. & then he asked if I wanted to see that movie 🎥. 8:37 pmpdt maybe 🤔 he had feelings for me? But ended too, similarly, & had hoped it would come back & work out? 8:38 pmpdt this is a I guess conundrum I heard someone use that word once still have to look it up if I didn’t. I think it means problem. 8:39 pmpdt what are real feelings like?

8:40 pmpdt does real love 💕 exist? How long does it last? My dad told me disappointing stuff I think 🤔 b4 I turned 18, so it’s hard to think positively about anyone saying forever ♾ love 💕, I think I hoped for someone to feel something forever ♾ with, but in this situation it seems highly unlikely. Incubus Merlin 🧙‍♂️ love 💗 potion 🧪 spells 🪄. 8:43 pmpdt goodby happiness it’s automatic 🎶🎼🎵🎤 utada hikaru. 8:44 pmpdt

8:46 pmpdt I guess I should have been more honest. Upfront. He got a nice futon bed 🛌 couch 🛋 out of it though. & s*x w/o full commitment but I guess that don’t mean anything to incubus & uses it as a reason to downgrade me. Even though he had s*x w/ at least 2 people b4 me. I wonder 💭 how he’s doing. If he was treated better than me by the incubus. 8:49 pmpdt

9:10 pmpdt add to above:exclusive? Monogamous s*x & it was my virginity! 9:11 pmpdt pain left upper inner thigh bone 🦴.

1:28 am pdt I guess I’m a slanderer. Pacific i slander. Something I only noticed maybe last year that that looks like that. It’s weird. Bcz it’s only expected of islanders? Then? No one else slanders? Interesting. Billions of people but only those on islands are slanderers. 1:31 am pdt I’m not proud of it. If you read all the other posts you might recall that I wanted to stop talking about Scott back around 2010, sometime after I stopped seeing him. I wanted to set myself straight. Bcz I didn’t feel it was right but I had difficulty stopping myself whenever I was in front of someone who liked me or was trying to be my friend. & it decreased my happiness a lot & I already had difficulty being happy & difficulty liking? myself & being myself, so I stopped hanging out with people. 1:36 am pdt my rib cage feels like a corset again. I hate this. I want to breathe! Some people I had difficulty liking & I wanted to like them. & then I ended up talking bad about them Bcz I had difficulty accepting my own feelings & difficulty understanding? Myself. Headache. 1:28 am pdt my rib cage keeps on getting tighter & tighter. I really believe he don’t like me. Maybe he don’t like Jaycee dugard either. 😞😖😭😤🥵😤🥵 I remember one thing autocorrect said remove now????? 1:40 am pdt what????? Jaycee dugard???? I don’t understand. I remember instant messaging Nick that I got an A+ in our algebra class! I thought 💭 that would impress him. & then he asked me if I would let a guy finger me. Interesting. That was the summer b4 sophomore year, & then sophomore year started, & first day of school 🏫 I saw he got back together w/his girlfriend from freshman year. Then they broke up 🆙 & then he instant messaged me again asking for friends with benefits. 1:43 am pdt 1:44 am pdt 1:45 am pdt

21 February 2023 Tuesday Martest

12:47 pmpdt I remember some of times I lied 🤥. Sometimes I forget & then it comes back to me. 12:48 #3 cramps left shoulder pain. I think 💭 when I was 7 years old I started becoming 12:49 pmpdt

6:12 pmpdt incubus made me vomit 🤮 & then I got diarrhea cramps again. Incubus does this to torture me rob me of my bones 🦴 & health. He’s killing me & doctors 🥼 are taking their time not helping me ASAP. The continued torture only reaffirmed that god is incubus. He treated Virgin Mary like a whore. He kept her poor & religious so she probably wouldn’t chase other men? Treats poor people as whores. Incubus did not properly court Virgin Mary. How could we believe a man would not rape a woman 👩🏼 when he has the power too? He is gaslighting us to say “immaculate conception” or whatever. He is a pimp. & will always be a pimp. 8 billion people with doppelgängers every where. Accomplished goals already or not possible? Continued torture reconfirms he’s bad news ��. Apep? 6:20 pmpdt I’m burning 🔥 again. Cooked. Yaki 6:21 pmpdt I don’t like diarrhea I’m losing my bones 🦴. He’s trying to cut off my legs 🦵. Prostitution is legal in Germany 🇩🇪? Where have all the good people gone? Are there no such thing as good people? I have made bad decisions but was it my fault? Is nothing a coincidence? No such thing as a test? God justified rape of children 👶? 6:24 pmpdt Bcz I did not think things through like an evil 🦹‍♀️ wicked genius, not premeditated, I always thought if something bad really happened that I would have been caught already & confronted. In the United States 🇺🇸 you have the right to face your accusers. This is probably what they called checks & balances. Without them, anything goes. Separation of duties & powers. But I guess that ain’t what’s happened. I guess what we got ain’t enough. 6:29 pmpdt

6:31 pmpdt will always be world 🌎 w/o end. 2 faced? I need to look 👀 up 🆙 this definition again. 6:32 t

nick carter is a king 🤴? W/ incubus friends & a lot of money 💰 & power? 6:33 pmpdt

7:47 pmpdt

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I hope I typed/wrote it correctly.

i or L don’t know found it in playlists of maroon 5 YouTube. V tour/Asia

7:52 pmpdt I didn’t watch the whole thing this time so I don’t remember the rest of it. 7:53 pmpdt

for some reason I thought 💭 2 girls for every (brain acid & heat burning 🔥 pain $) beach 🏖 boys but it’s good vibrations I guess. 8:06 pmpdt they planned to hurt me for that even though it’s obvious by now w/ Kanye west marrying Doppelgänger of Kim kardashian. I guess people are ok 👌 w/ this. I’m not entitled to complain. I’m easily replaced. That’s the way incubus likes it. Sorry Beyoncé 🎶🎼🎵🎤🎧 8:09 pmpdt

8:12 pmpdt I’m replaced I am replaceable (headache 8:12 pmpdt) I am disposable I am trash 🗑 incubus told me so several times I am replaceable I am replaceable I am not valuable I am not valued yoga 🧘🏻‍♀️ instructor 👩‍🏫? Alana zabel said ice 🧊 out & trashed 🗑 thrown away. No more love. Cold cold heart you’re so cold if love should ever end I promise you I will never breathe again Toni Braxton 🎼🎵🎼🎵🎼🎵🎼🎵🎧 8:16 pmpdt I almost threw up again coughing from being burned 🔥 is this black lung 🫁? I m a non smoker all my life. Relatives had asthma & I got sick from second hand smoke 💨 in daycare during elementary school 🏫 years. 8:19 pmpdt

incuvus talks about love what’s the word unconditional? But men are allowed to have conditions but women are not. If love 💕 ends so easy Bcz p*nis don’t go up, can you say you ever loved at all? Maybe never loved. Doesn’t want to. That’s what song wanna love somebody is about. Something about if I fall for you I will never recover. Sounds like excuse to push women away from serious commitment. Which is why he touches many different women in all his music videos. He likes being a player playboy. 8:26 pmpdt

8:30 🕣 pmpdt love 💕 is artificial for incubus with his incubus Merlin 🧙‍♂️ love 💕 potions 🧪. 8:31 pmpdt

This will never 👎 end & incubus will always justify child 🧒 rape. 8:32 pmpdt

If you like the way he runs things, including child rape crimes, then he’s your god. Not my god she’s threatening to cut off my legs 🦵 he made me look 👀 absurd body = absurd. 8:34 pmpdt

not she. He’s threatening to cut off my legs 🦵. 7:35 pmpdt

I did NOT rape anyone. 8:36 pmpdt

8:38 pmpdt incubus stabbed my left eye 👁. Made me cry loudly. I don’t have a p*nis & I have only touched man genitalia = p*nis with my hands 🙌 & mouth 👄. 8:40 pmpdt I wrote several posts ago. 8:40 pmpdt can I use that word to mean grown man p*nis? Bcz that’s what I meant. 8:42 pmpdt I don’t believe I will be saved. I don’t believe I will have a he happy life/ending. I did not type “a he”. 8:43 pmpdt they’re all liars! He likes to work smart not hard. 36,000 people died in an earthquake. I don’t believe anyone anymore 😭😖😭😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵😭😤🥵 8:45 pmpdt

9 pmpdt & my naked vag only touched man. 9:01 pmpdt

9:12 pmpdt stay the f away from me, incubus u & your miñions. 9:13 pmpdt tbh if I was Maluma’s age & we’re both single I would rather try him. 💃🏻🌹9:15 pmpdt

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katsukisblackteddy · 3 years

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Okay, I know I already sent you another request, but this one...I just had to drop this one on ya. Can I request Bakugo, Hawks, Shinsou, and Dabi’s reaction to seeing their black s/o getting hit on in the most cringiest, fetishizing way while they’re standing next to them? Since the s/o is dating them, they know the things that should and shouldn’t be said to a black person, but the weirdo goes to them and says things along the lines of:

“Do you taste as chocolatey as you look?”

“Lemme conquer you in the bedroom”

“Twerk on me like Megan Thee Stallion”

And “Our kids are going to be great athletes”

Like the she is just stunned into mortified silence since she couldn’t process the audacity for someone to say something so disgusting. She’ll let her man’s handle it cuz the last thing she needs is to be charged with homicide.

(Trust me, writing those lines hurt me but not as much as it hurt when I was told these things 🤢)

“Why Don’t You Just Do Us All a Favor and Shut Up?”

You don’t understand how many times a trashy guy has said something like this to me thinking I would find it cute or attractive. So gross! As a society we need to do better and stop sexualizing and fetishizing black women and girls.

also the gif has nothing to do with this, I just thought it was cute.

Anyways...starts below the cut!

Warnings: swearing, fetishization of black women and girls, sleazy trashy guys, protective boyfriends, sexual implications

“Katsu, can we get ramen at that new place that just opened up the street?” (y/n) questioned, her (eye color) eyes wide with anticipation.

“Ok.” The usually explosive blonde agreed, snaking his larger hand into her slightly smaller one. (y/n) had finished training earlier and since it was a light day, Bakugou had suggested they walk around the downtown area. “It’s over this way, right?” (y/n) nodded simply, looking around at the different shops they passed on their way to the new ramen restaurant.

Ever since Katsuki had begun dating the black girl, he had calmed down significantly, though only around her...with everyone else he was just as explosive as he always was. The black girl was fiercely protective over her friends and especially Katsuki, though he didn’t really need it; probably a part of her tiger quirk, though it came off as more endearing than annoying.

“What are you gonna order?” She wondered, making small conversation as they waited to cross the street.

“What I always order.” He answered simply.

“The spiciest thing on the menu.” (y/n) and Katsuki said at the same time, (y/n) rolling her eyes with a smile.

“You won’t have any taste buds left if you burn them all off.” She teased as Katsuki rolled his crimson eyes at her, holding her close to him as they continued to wait.

A whistle caught the couple’s attention, Bakugou’s eyes narrowing as they fell on two boys standing at a shop located behind where they were standing. The two boys looked the same age if not a little older than (y/n) and Katsuki, the taller one had lime green hair and matching lime colored eyes. His pale face had a smirk plastered on it. The slightly shorter of the two had pink hair the color of bubble gum, lavender eyes focusing on the black girl, a smirk on his face also.

Despite (y/n) usually being confident, there was something highly uncomfortable about the way they were eyeing her that made her uneasy.

“Hey Riku, you think she’d go for someone like me? You know I have a thing for exotics.” (y/n) turned around, deciding to ignore them, they weren’t worth the time. She gripped Bakugou’s hand, turning him around, trying to think of something to say to distract them both from the annoying boys.

The ash blonde sent her a bewildered look, confused as to why she wasn’t going to say something to them. “They aren’t worth it. They’re extras, right?” She joked, flashing a half smile at her boyfriend.

Bakugou tched, but decided not to say anything since (y/n) didn’t seem to want him to.

“You know why exotics are the best?” The lime green haired boy questioned, loud enough to make sure Bakugou and (y/n) had heard it.

“Why Riku?” The bubble gum haired boy said, a creepy glint in his eyes.

“Because of that fat ass.” He snickered. “You think she’d let me get a taste of that chocolate?”

(Jesus Christ, I cringed writing that. 🤢)

Bakugou’s head whipped around to glare at the two boys, (y/n) turning around to look at them, holding herself back, but too shocked by what she had heard to catch Bakugou before he did something that would attract the attention of police.

“You two fucking clowns better shut the fuck up before you get a taste of my foot shoved so far up your asses it’ll be coming out of your fat fucking mouths.” Bakugou growled, punching them each in the face, making sure to heat up his hand so that it would definitely leave a mark.

(y/n) looked around to see a few people watching, as she let Bakugou beat up the boys before she finally decided it was enough. She placed a hand on his shoulder, as he looked up, the feral look in his crimson orbs dissipating to a gentle one.

“I just wanna go. Can we please, before the police get here?” She questioned as he punched them and kicked them a few more times before standing up and nodding.

“You won’t be fucking needing these either.” Bakugou said, going through their wallets, taking the money out before snapping the cards in half and tossing them on the street next to the boys who remained on the ground. “Let’s go.” He held out his hand, as she grabbed it and they walked across the street. “I hate these fucking extras.” He grumbled as they got to the ramen restaurant. Bakugou Katsuki had every intention of using the money he had just taken to pay for everything, it was the least they could do.

The woman was on her way to her apartment, getting off early from her patrol because not only was it a Friday, but the day after was her 23rd birthday and her pro-hero boyfriend seemed to have planned something, despite her telling him he didn’t have to.

Her phone rang, taking (y/n) out of her thoughts as she slid the answer button seeing her boyfriend’s picture pop up. “Hey Kei.” She answered happily, stopping at the corner, waiting to cross the street.

“Hey, Kid.” Came his response, causing the black woman to smile. “You got off early right? You wanna get (your favorite food/ drink)?”

“Really?!” (y/n) grew excited, her voice raising an octave as a laugh bubbled from her full lips. The couple was usually very busy and that meant they didn’t have a lot of time to just go to restaurants and walk around the downtown area, but since they had managed to get the afternoon and weekend off, Hawks was going to take full advantage of it.

“Yeah.” He laughed back. “I’ll meet you there?”

“Ok! Love you.” She told him.

“Love you too, Kid.” He said back before hanging up. (y/n) crossed the street, walking towards their favorite restaurant, her hero costume folded in the black backpack she wore on her back. She too was a pro-hero, though she wasn’t as popular as her boyfriend, she had recently gone pro in Japan, already a famous pro in her native country. She slid her phone into one of the pockets of her black jeans, her simple white t-shirt half tucked into her pants.

She increased her stride, her smile widening as she saw the crimson wings of her boyfriend up ahead. He turned around his own smile growing as she got closer. “How was patrol?” She asked him as he hugged her, the pair pulling away and intertwining hands.

“It was fine...kinda boring.” Hawks answered as they walked inside the establishment.

“Woah.” The cashier said softly, after ringing up your orders. Hawks paid, even though she protested though he responded by saying it was her birthday weekend and she wasn’t allowed to pay. The cashier, who seemed a little older than the two of the pros, named Ukyo, handed her her drink practically ignoring Hawks.

Keigo frowned, growing slightly annoyed, though he wouldn’t really peg himself as the jealous type, Ukyo just made everything very uncomfortable and Hawks was growing irritated that (y/n) was uneasy. It was the protective nature in him, which he would admit could get a little intense at times.

“Um, thanks.” (y/n) replied with a slightly awkward laugh before looking at Hawks to say she was ready to go. They had planned to walk through the park nearby. As they were stepping away, Ukyo called out.

“Hey wait, pretty girl!” He called out, catching the dark skinned woman off guard. “You forgot something.” She turned, raising an eyebrow before going back towards where Ukyo stood behind the counter. He held out a napkin to her, his messy chicken scratch handwriting on the piece of paper. “It’s my number. You should call me sometime, I’d love to get to know you more.”

“I already have a great boyfriend.” (y/n) replied, giving him a smile as he still pushed the napkin to her, managing to stuff it into her bag. At this, Hawks stepped closer, still remaining silent, wanting to let her handle it because he didn’t want to come off as overbearing or suffocating. “Really, I’m not interested. I love my boyfriend.”

“Who? Him? But our kids would be so cute! They’d be great athletes, you know?” He smiled widely at her, grabbing onto her wrist to stop her from leaving. Hawks had heard enough, at (y/n)’s silence and the way her eyes seemed to bore into his own, he dislodged some feathers, sending them at the cashier, stopping them a few centimeters away from him.

“Let her go, before you make me really mad.” Hawks said, glaring at the male, sharpening the feathers into blade-like devices, his golden eyes shining with anger.

“Chill out, Man! She’s hot! She was practically asking for it!” Ukyo put his hands up, Hawks’ eyes narrowing as a growl almost sounded from deep in his chest.

“You’re lucky my girlfriend’s here.” Hawks chuckled darkly, as (y/n) placed her hand in his own. “I would’ve cut your disrespectful racist ass.” Hawks walked away with (y/n), sending the feathers at the wall behind the cashier, just narrowly missing him.

Hawks smirked as he stepped outside, hearing the high pitched scream that came out of Ukyo at the feathers going near him, fearing he was about to be sent to the hospital. Hawks glared at him through the shop window, his wings flapping behind him as if he was about to send more feathers causing Ukyo to scream again, though this time a wet spot began to grow in his khaki colored pants.

Hawks’ eyes lit up as a loud laugh fell from his mouth causing (y/n) to laugh lightly. “Fucking bitch.” Hawks muttered as they walked towards the park. “I should’ve sent the feathers into him.”

“No, you did enough Kei.” (y/n) giggled, Hawks growing happy that he had gotten her to laugh after that rude cashier incident.

Every week after that Hawks would purposely walk past the shop, launching a feather through the window and into the wall, an adult sized diaper held to the wall by the sharp crimson feather, a note usually attached saying:

‘just thought you might need to start wearing these.

I hate you,

Hawks.

Ps: Show this to anyone, tell anyone about this, or do something like that to another person again and I’ll send the next feather so far up your ass, you’ll need surgery to remove it. xoxo’

(i decided to insert another character, like Mineta but 100x worse and not jokingly either. His name is Shintani Narisuke.)

(y/n) was sitting in the common room where everyone from the general studies class usually hung out during their down time. Although, surprisingly it was empty except for the purple haired Shinsou and his lavender haired girlfriend, (y/n). It honestly was just a coincidence that the pair both had purple hair, though the girls from their class thought it was the cutest. (y/n) placed her head on one of Shinsou’s shoulders as they watched a random movie on his laptop, pushing her goddess braids so that she could be more comfortable.

The common room was empty only because one of (y/n)’s friends and classmates had told everyone that they couldn’t go into the common room because Shinsou and (y/n) were on a date. Everyone obeyed her...she was kind of scary when she was determined about something.

“How can he just get away with that?” (y/n) questioned, placing some popcorn into her mouth, pausing to place some in Shinsou mouth as they continued to stare at the screen. The pair alternated, the next time Shinsou threw some into his mouth and then fed some to (y/n).

“I hate that guy...he reminds me of that annoying little grape kid in 1-A.” Shinsou mumbled, causing her to laugh.

“Mineta?”

“We don’t speak his name.” Shinsou joked as the pair broke out into laughs again.

“Hey (your nickname)!” The pair turned, Shinsou pausing the movie, to see Shintari Narisuke enter the room. (y/n) raised an eyebrow at the use of her nickname, that ONLY Shinsou used for her.

“It’s (your full name).” She corrected him.

“Aw, don’t be like that.” The average height boy pouted, sitting down next to her, causing Shinsou to sit up more, a frown on his face.

“What do you want, Shintari? We’re busy here.” Shinsou chimed in, slightly annoyed as he rolled his tired purple eyes.

“Not that busy.” The aqua blue haired boy responded, flashing a fake smile at Shinsou. His eyes narrowed as the frown on his face deepened.

“What do you want?” Shinsou repeated.

“Hey (y/n)...” Shintari dragged out, looking at the black girl with big eyes.

“Yes?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you kind of look like Megan Thee Stallion?”

“No…” The girl answered, confused as to where this was going. To her they looked nothing alike, though she was one of her favorite female rappers. “We don’t even look alike.”

“Your ass does though.” He answered smugly. “You think you could split on me like she does?” (y/n)’s eyes widened as she tried to process what he had just said. She was at a loss for words, completely surprised that he would go that far.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Shinsou grew angry, standing up and getting in the blue haired fool’s face. He had noticed that she was still slightly shocked, which is why he decided to handle it, because normally she was the one that would jump to put someone who needed it in their place.

“She heard me. Right, (your nickname)?” He said teasingly, his eyes not even looking at Shinsou. The usually disinterested male grew increasingly more angry, at being ignored and at the boy for using his nickname for his girlfriend.

“Do you think you could answer something for me?” Shinsou questioned catching the boy’s attention as Shinsou’s grip on his shirt tightened.

“Yeah, what do you want, Villain?” Shintari asked, falling for the trap. Shinsou’s purple eyes glowed softly as he activated his quirk.

“Shut the fuck up and…” Shinsou paused, really wanting to tell the kid to go take a long walk off of a short pier, but he knew he would probably be in trouble if he did that, so he took a deep breath. “Lock yourself in your room for the rest of the week and don’t come out.” Shinsou ultimately decided, letting the boy go with a smug smirk watching him walk down the hall.

The purple haired male turned, his focus going to his girlfriend who had a sick look on her face. “You okay, kitty?” He asked softly, sitting beside her. She simply wrapped her arms around him, listening to his steady heartbeat.

“I hate that asshole.” She mumbled.

“I do too.” Shinsou agreed. “I’m sorry he said something like that to you. That was fucking gross.”

“Thanks for handling it.” She half smiled at him. “I think I would’ve killed him...then he really would’ve called me a villain.”

“Who gives a fuck, let’s finish the movie.” Shinsou laughed lightly, causing her to laugh too. “Besides, he already calls me a villain.”

(For this one (y/n) works in a bakery)

The black girl came from the back of the shop, a tray of fresh cookies in her hands, the sweet smell filling the store. She opened the glass cabinet, carefully transferring the cookies inside before going to return the tray to the back of the bakery.

Customers sat throughout the store, reading books from the bookshelves in the corner, drinking their coffees and teas while working, or simply just enjoying the warm atmosphere with their friends. (y/n) came back to the front, taking her place behind the register after washing her hands.

She looked up from where she had been adjusting a machine to the door, the sound of the ringing bell meaning someone new had entered. “Hi Baby.” The deep gravely voice said. She could hear the smile in his voice as she looked up, her own smile growing as she immediately recognized the voice.

“Hi Staples.” She teasingly replied. “What are you doing over here? I thought you were busy today.”

“I needed more.” He replied, holding up the bag at his side with the black hair dye inside.

“You want my help when I get off?” She clarified as he nodded, his blue eyes looking over her appearance. “What? You don’t like my uniform?” A soft smile on her face as she wiped down the counter.

“No, you look good.” His signature smirk appearing on his burned face. (y/n)’s heart fluttered slightly, the fiery boy never failed to make her heart skip a beat even after two years of dating.

“I get off in 50 minutes. You wanna hang around? I just made a fresh batch of cookies.”

“The ones I like?” His eyes seemed to sparkle like a kid in a candy store. Dabi loved to act big and bad, and that side of him was definitely...hot, but you loved to see the goofy childish side of him as well.

“Yeah, your favorite.” She replied, a large smile on her face as he nodded quickly, the dark hood of the sweatshirt pulled up on his head. “Alright. Here. I’ll be done soon.” She handed him a few cookies, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he slinked off to the seat he usually took in the corner of the shop when he waited for you.

(y/n) watched as he stood, picking up a book he had already started last time he came, sitting back down and flipping to the page he had left off on. Dabi...Touya wasn’t a bad guy, no matter what anyone told her, otherwise.

She was pulled out of her thoughts at the chime of the bell, a blonde man walking into the store. He must’ve been a traveler because he looked lost, especially with the way he had pulled up directions onto his phone. (y/n) gave him a friendly smile, “Hi, what can I get you?”

“I’ll take a...hot chocolate.” He said weirdly, giving her a smirk as his light eyes trailed up and down her body, at least the part that wasn’t hidden behind a counter. She nodded uneasily.

“Anything else?” Her mood had dropped, already tired of the male customer.

“How about your number?”

“No, sorry. I’m working and I-” He cut the girl off as she handed him his drink, ringing it up after she had made it.

“Come on, if it’s because I’m white...I’m hung like a black guy, if you know what I mean.” He said to the girl, Dabi’s eyes narrowing as he practically glared a hole through the blonde man.

“E-excuse me?” (y/n) repeated, blinking as she ran her hands over her apron, stepping back from him. She wasn’t even sure that had just happened, nothing that bad had ever happened at work before, just the occasional Wow, so pretty or Your hair is so fluffy, like a cloud from a few children when she wore it in an afro, that made her smile though, the kids were cute and everyone was generally respectful.

“If that’s why you won’t give me your number, you don’t have to worry about that.” He repeated.

“Yeah, I’m gonna need you to shut the fuck up.” Dabi chimed in, catching his girlfriend completely off guard. She hadn’t even noticed he had come up behind him or moved from his seat.

“What’s your problem man? I don’t think this involves you at all.” The blonde guy shot him a glare before turning back to the black girl behind the counter and stepping closer. Dabi’s blue eyes seemed to hold small flames in them as his anger grew. A dark chuckle left his lips as he harshly brought his hand down onto the blonde shoulder, heating it up until the man’s jacket was practically smoking.

“That’s my girlfriend, man.” Dabi told the man mockingly, his voice low and his eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t mind you calling her pretty, because she’s gorgeous but if you disrespect her, then you’re gonna deal with me.”

“Ew you fucking creep. I’ll call the police.” He threatened after turning and seeing Dabi’s face. Dabi tilted his head to the side slightly, a slow smile growing on his face, though it seemed more eerie than anything.

“I’ll give you something to call them about.” Dabi threatened. “Now, why don’t you leave and if I see you around here again, I’ll burn your ass so bad you’ll be virtually unrecognizable.”

“Fuck all of you. This place is shit anyway and the bitch behind the counter looks like a fucking monkey.” The guy announced going to walk out of the bakery.

“Not acceptable. Apologize.” Dabi demanded, his hand going around the blonde’s neck as he heated his hand up, making sure it would leave a burn.

“Sorry.” The guy cried out, Dabi rolling his eyes before shoving him towards the door, a scoff leaving his lips as the guy tripped on the way out.

“You know you’re gorgeous right?” Dabi questioned as (y/n)’s best friend and coworker told her to go home after that incident. Dabi grabbed (y/n)’s hand, waving back at her coworker before the couple walked towards their apartment, (y/n) excited to dye Dabi’s hair.

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izzyfandoms · 4 years

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Lies Have Never Tasted So Sweet

SHIP: Emceit

CHARACTERS: Emile Picani, Janus Sanders and Remus Sanders

WARNING: Lying, mild sexual implications from Remus, swearing

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Masterpost

A Series Of Soulmate AUs Masterpost

Emile was someone who always liked to look on the bright side of things.

He liked to stay positive – to be cheerful and happy as much as possible, for both himself and those he surrounded himself with. Happiness spread happiness, and he was a sunshiny influence on everyone around him.

But sometimes it was difficult to stay positive, with Emile’s soulbond being the way it was. Out of all the different kinds of soulbonds in the world – and there were many, many kinds – the ability to tell when your soulmate was lying was the one that led to the least number of meetings. It wasn’t a way to communicate, nor was it a way for them to track each other down, nor was it a way to identify their first meeting. It was useful for soulmates who’d already met, but didn’t really come in handy when trying to find them in the first place.

It was difficult, sometimes, to stay positive that one day Emile would meet the love of his life.

He tried, though. He tried to be positive and hopeful, and he also tried to be truthful – or stick to little white lies that hurt no one, because he needed to make sure his soulmate could still find him, even if dishonesty made him uncomfortable.

Apparently, his soulmate had no such qualms.

The fireworks that burst in Emile’s chest whenever his soulmate told a lie were undoubtably a good feeling: sometimes making him so bubbly he giggled. But their frequency was often... concerning, as he could never forget that every firework was set off by a lie.

What kind of person was Emile’s soulmate, if they lied so much and so often?

And what did that say about Emile, that that kind of person was his soulmate?

But Emile wasn’t one to judge so quickly. All he wanted was to meet his soulmate, and he knew he’d love them no matter what.

The first thing Emile noticed when he woke up was the firework-like feeling in his heart, earlier than usual, but not too surprising. It happened once. Twice. Thrice. Four times in a row, before it calmed down again, and Emile took a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling as he waited for it to start up again.

To his surprise, it didn’t, so he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He patted his bedside table a few times, before finding his glasses and slipping them on.

The fireworks returned once in the shower, startling and causing him to almost slip, though he caught himself just in time.

Twice during breakfast.

(The first happened while he was pouring milk into cereal, making him jolt and spill milk over the side of the bowl.)

And then it didn’t happen again until Emile reached the building he worked at, which was simultaneously both a disappointment and a relief: a feeling which Emile was rather used to at this point. As he approached the front doors, he could hear two young men about his age having a conversation just between the building Emile worked at and the next. They were only a few feet away from him, and talking loudly enough, so Emile overheard them without having to strain to listen.

“Wow, I just love the shirt you have on, Remus,” said a masculine voice, dripping with sarcasm.

The moment the words left his mouth, a firework went off in Emile’s chest, and he paused, his hand freezing halfway to the handle of the door. He swallowed. Was that a coincidence, just some interesting timing? Or...

Another voice laughed loudly, followed by the sound of someone clapping another on the back. “Ha! I see you’re still as dickish as ever, Jan. Never change!”

“And I see your clothes are just as clean as ever.”

Another firework.

Emile turned his head, finally taking a look at the man with either impeccable timing or a soul that would fit his perfectly. He was short, though Emile was, too, with curly black hair, a yellow button-up shirt and a black bowler hat on his head. There was a shiny, coiled snake-shaped earring hanging from the one ear that Emile could see, and he wore a pair of clean, lemon yellow gloves.

His expression was amused, with a half-smirk and raised eyebrows, and he was by far the most attractive man Emile had ever seen. Emile’s breath caught in his throat, and he knew.

He knew.

Well, he figured he should probably check first, just in case he was wrong, but he knew.

Emile pulled his hand back from the door handle. He snuck a quick glance at his watch. There was still half an hour left until his first patient of the day arrived. He let out a sigh of relief. He had time to wait, and listen to the man who he hoped would start lying again.

His eavesdropping was probably incredibly unsubtle, but the man wasn’t facing Emile, his attention fully on the friend in front of him, so he fortunately didn’t notice.

“How is Roman?” Emile’s maybe-soulmate asked his friend.

The friend blew a raspberry. “He sucks! He’s so annoying. Yesterday, he stole my cereal, and then he wouldn’t even admit to it! Asshole.”

The maybe-soulmate clicked his tongue.

“You have my sympathies,” he spoke in that same smooth, sarcastic tone, with a slight hiss on the ‘s’, making his friend let out an exaggerated mock-offended sound, hand over heart.

(Firework.)

“Rude! You know, maybe you’d get laid more if you weren’t such a bitch.”

“I’m sure.”

(Firework.)

“Whatever. Did you know that ducks have corkscrew-shaped penises?”

The maybe-soulmate let out a disgusted sound. “Wow. I’m so glad you told me that.” (Firework.) He then let out a sigh. “Why are you like this?” He asked in a regular tone.

His friend shrugged and grinned at him. “Dunno.”

Emile’s heart was pounding harder and harder with every firework that went off inside of him, so loud that he could feel it in his ears. His hands were shaking and he was sure his staring was probably very obvious. It was a wonder he hadn’t been noticed by the pair, yet, though a mother with her child had given him a weird look as they walked past him.

“Well, as fun as this conversation is-” (Firework.) “Don’t you have work, now? It’ll piss Remy off if you’re late, you know how he gets.”

“Ugh, who cares? Fuck that bitch.”

“You should care, he might fire you.”

“He’s my cousin! He won’t fire me.”

“It’s Remy. You’re annoying, of course he would.”

The tiniest of fireworks went off in Emile’s chest at the word ‘annoying’. Apparently, the maybe-soulmate was fond enough of his friend that he only sort of found him annoying.

The friend huffed and crossed his arms. “Whatever. I don’t care.”

“You should care. If you’re unemployed you won’t be able to afford all that inedible food you like so much.”

“I can eat garbage!”

“Literally, how are you still alive? You’re going to poison yourself and die young.”

Emile waited for a firework that never came.

The friend shrugged again, showing that he apparently had no qualms about poisoning himself and dying young. The maybe-soulmate sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes for a brief moment as he took a deep breath.

“What am I, your mother?” He asked his friend. “Go on, shoo!” He made shooing gestures with both hands. “Get to work!”

The friend tilted his head back and cackled, but began to walk backwards in the gestured direction.

“Ha, kinky!” He called out as he turned and continued to walk down the street.

“There is nothing kinky about me making you go to work so you don’t get fired,” the maybe-soulmate shouted back, louder than he probably intended, as his expression turned sheepish at the few stares that came his way after that.

He sighed again, and Emile was suddenly struck by the realisation that he really, really needed to talk to this man now, before he walked away, or he might never get the chance to find his soulmate again. And he was now almost certain that this man was his soulmate. So many fireworks at just the right times had to mean something. This couldn’t have just been a coincidence.

He took a deep breath, grounding himself and clenching his hands into fists.

Then, he marched over to the man he hoped was his soulmate – perhaps a little too determined and aggressive, as the man gave him a slightly alarmed, confused look when he stopped in front of him.

The first thing that slipped from Emile’s mouth was a lie.

“My name isn’t Emile Picani,” he said, before cringing internally.

Perhaps that wasn’t the best introduction.

The other man gave him a bewildered look, but the moment the lie came out, his hand shot up to cover his heart.

“What?”

“I- just- hear me out. Humour me. Please lie to me, just- just quickly. I’m testing something.”

Realisation crossed the other man’s face, and his eyes widened. He looked Emile over quickly: a down and up that was over in an instant – just a quick flick of his eyes – but made Emile’s heart beat harder and faster.

“That’s-” the other man breathed. “Okay. Uh... I hate your cardigan.”

Firework.

“I hate your hat,” Emile said back, and the reacting twitch of the other man’s eyebrows at just the right time made him feel like he was floating.

“Your make-up is appalling.”

Firework.

“I don’t like your hair.”

“Wow...” the other man looked back at him with an astonished expression that Emile was sure was mirrored on his own face. “That’s- that’s not a coincidence.”

Emile shook his head. “No, I... I don’t think it is.”

“That’s- you’re my-”

“-Soulmate,” Emile finished.

The other man took a deep breath. “Wow...” he repeated.

“Yeah...”

There was a beat.

Then, the other man lifted and held out one gloved hand for Emile to shake. Emile took it without hesitation, shaking it easily and enthusiastically. Before he could stop himself, the delight that was filling up inside of him bubbled out of him with a giggle, and the other man gave Emile a soft smile in return that made him feel like he could do anything.

Climb a million mountains. Dance amongst a million stars.

It felt like he could do anything, anything he wanted, just as long as this man kept looking at him like he hung the stars in the sky.

“I’m Janus,” he finally introduced himself. “Janus Sanders.”

“Emile Picani.”

Janus’s smile turned into an amused half-smirk. “Yeah,” he said. “I got that.”

“I, um...” Emile trailed off, finally releasing Janus’s hand and adjusting his pastel pink tie. “I have to go – work. I have a patient coming soon, and I have to finish my paperwork before then. But, um... can I get your number, maybe?”

“Absolutely.”

Emile smiled, relieved, especially at the distinct lack of a firework in his chest. The astonishment and enthusiastic smile on Janus’s face spoke for themselves well enough, but it was always nice to know for sure. They exchanged numbers quickly, before pocketing their phones again.

“I suppose I’ll see you around, Emile,” Janus said, speaking his name slowly, like he was tasting and savouring it: like dessert.

It made Emile feel warm and fuzzy inside.

“Have a horrible day,” Emile said.

Janus’s smile grew at the resulting firework, making Emile’s matching smile grow, too.

“Have a horrible day.”

(Firework.)

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futurewriter2000 · 4 years

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Breaking Him

A/N: I’m going to be honest with you here. This turned out SO MUCH BETTER than I thought it would and I am seriously considering making this a series, which would be my fist for Draco Malfoy. I don’t know, you have to tell me but I DON’T KNOW! Maybe....maybe not....Maybe a sad ending isn’t bad. I’ll see.

REQUEST: Hey girl! I was wondering if you could write a Draco x reader where she's also a pureblood Slytherin and super confident & flirty, and he really wants to date her but she kinda ignores him/isn't intrested and he doesn't know why. You can totally choose the ending, I'm sorry if it's too long!! thank you

Could you believe that from all the boys that wanted to be with you, he was the one who was most determined to make that come true?

The first time he realized it was in Third year of Hogwarts when the two of you were partnered up in Astrology and you being you just kept flirting the guy because that’s what makes the time pass faster.

You never meant for him to fall for you. You never meant to do any harm with flirtng but you didn’t think this through. When you flrit with someone, you make them belive you are interested.

But you weren’t. You flirted because it was amusing, fun and because you were bored.

“Hey there, Lovely.” his arm wrapped itself on your shoulder and you tensed up.

“Hey, Malfoy.” you said, shaking your shoulder out of his hold. “I am actually really running late to McGonagall, so I have to go.” you turned around to him and started walking faster.

“See you at lunch then?”

“Uhm, I have a study date with some friends.” you kept surfing through your drawer of excuses.

“Dinner then?”

“Big exam tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” he said really quietly and disappointed when you disappeared around the corner.

You were avoiding him. For years he has been trying to get your attention and you still avoided him. Why?

If you gave him a chance, he would show you how to love. He isn’t as his reputation holds him to be. He is not some heartless snake. He has a heart and his heart is always filled just because of you.

For him you were the one. You were confident, you had the alpha energy that drove him insane and challanged his own. You were loyal, down to earth, witty, selfless, brave, intelligent and all the good qualities that could make you sound like a queen and each night he thought of you... of both of you. And sometimes those thoughts wandered far off, into mornings after a heated night or a scene where you wore a stunning white gown and he’d be the one standing on the aile, putting a ring on your finger.

Yes, he was indeed messed up when it came to you because you gave him feelings and thoughts he never thought could manifest. You’d be perfect. His parents would adore you because he knew you would make sure of it. You weren’t afraid, you weren’t shy or quiet, you were the one who could enter a room and cause the attention fall on you without saying a single word.

You, him?- It was meant to be.

And when he struggled with his sheets, his sleeping position, his insomnia, he knew it was because of you because how perfectly your hands would hold each other’s and how dreamily your lips would lock, his arms would hold you tight, his eyes observe your curves...

“Ugh!” he grumbled into the pillow and squeezed his eyes shut.

Why are you so stubborn?! Why won’t you agree on a date with him?! Why don’t you give him a chance to prove himself to you?!

He would love you! He would love you for the queen that you are meant to be!

Maybe if he thought of something else? Maybe that oaf who guards the creatures in the woods- Oh how you would purse your lips and narrow your eyes at him if you heard him say that. It’s just adorable teasing you.

He laid on his back and smiled at the ceiling before realizing what he is doing and turning back to the side with wide eyes.

No. He said he won’t think of you.

Then why the fuck are you still in his head?!!

‘Get out! Of! My! HEAD!’ he screamed in his mind.

But not really... he wanted to think about you all the time but the point was, he was tired and he wanted to fall asleep and think about you tomorrow but right now when he’s thinking of you, you’re just so pretty and your smile has such a nice curve in the corners, your laugh is all so girly but all so loud as well- Are you a Saggitarious? Those go well with Geminis...He’s a Gemini. Those are compatible with fire signs, aren’t they?

‘OH MY GOD! STOP!’ - he covered his ears but that seemed stupid to him since it was his brain that needed to shut up and his brains doesn’t have ears.

Hope she’s not a Virgo since Virgos and Geminis are like the most contrast to eachother and toxic.

‘I’m losing my mind over her.’ - he told himself.

She smells good, don’t you think? How does she always smell so good? It’s always one of the four perfumes and let’s be honest, the mandarine covered in chocolate perfume, as odd combination as it sounds it really makes his thoughts go wild.

Like now.

‘I hate my mind.’- he says because now he could even smell that perfume and it just makes him a bit oozy as he thinks of you and him together in bed but before he could think any further, he finally falls asleep.

---

He wakes up, exhausted, knowing exactly what happened last night before he went to sleep. Glaring at the ceiling, he grunts. “So you shut down just before it get’s interesting?”

Well, yes. That’s how Gemini brain works. Complicated.

“Ugh.” he swings on the ground and ruffles his blonde hair, running his hands down his face.

“Slept well?” his roomate said, showing him a teasing grin.

“Fabulous.” he grunted again.

“I’d say.” he continues to tease. “Someone particulate on your mind last night?” he sat on the chair and nibbled on some peanuts. “You know...keeping you awake?”

“Hey Nott? You’re a Virgo, right?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

“Figured. I hate Virgos. They annoy me.” he said and put his clothes on.

Theodore snorted and spun on his chair. “I see, my love for astrology spread on you. “

“I hate it.”

“Liar. You’re a Gemini. One part of you likes it, which can be enough for you to be curious what she is.”

“I don’t care what her Zodiac is!” Draco snapped at him. “It’s dumb and totally for for odd sods like you!”

“This odd sod notices a lot of things and knows a lot of things.” he stood up and walked up to him. “And this odd sod can be lethal to two-faced arseholes like you, Malfoy. Don’t think that I am afraid of you because you don’t scare me.”

“Whatever.” Draco brushed him off, grabbing his bag and walking through the door.

He was furious. He was and he knew that even though Theo and he fight a lot, they’re still quite close and he cares about him... but that doesn’t make him any less annoying.

“Nott and his stupid astrology.” he mumbled under his hot breath, knocking some students out of his way. “Move!” he snarled, smirking back at the group who were picking up their books. “Filthy mudbloods.” and he walked forward.

---

He walked in his favorite class and saw an empty sit beside you- you who were practically burrying your whole face in the book. So without any hesitation, he walked and sat himself next to you.

You jumped out of the book and looked at him. “This seat is taken.”

“I know, by me.” he started pulling out his school supplies.

“No, I mean-”

“Why are you ignoring me?” he turned to you with all his body and kept a serious expression.

This time you were caught off guard, not knowing exactly what to say, so you stuttered. “I...I’m not ig...ignoring you.”

“Liar.” he said. “I just want to know because-”

“Can we not do this here?” you pleaded with your eyes and they had a powerful effect on him and as much he would subdue to your effect, he couldn’t.

“Why? So you could ignore me again?”

“Merlin, Malfoy!” you grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the class.

You were furious. Furious that he was so persistant and pushy to make you do this and most of all, you were fuming because you have to deal with this.

“Go on now!” you threw his hand from your hand and that only caused him to grow redder from his rage. “What do you want to know? Why I am not interested in you?!”

“Why you treat me the way you do!? Why don’t you just give me the chance to-”

“Because you are a heartless bastard!” you shouted at him and his heart dropped into his stomach. “I’m not interested into dating, let alone caring for someone who loves violance and finds satisfaction from other people’s suffering! This morning you knocked a bunch of First years! Calling them filthy mudbloods!” you continued to shout, pointing your finger at him, completely blind to the tears that were coming up to the surface. “You’re cruel and evil little roach, who does nothing but bully other people and kiss ass to every professor! You’re whiny and a coward! And for you to believe that I would ever date a person like you- YOU?!” you scoffed, laughing. “In your dreams, Malfoy boy. And since you always talk about others not being in your league, maybe someone as pathethic and feeble like Pansy Parkinson will be just perfect for you.” you finished, crossing your arms over your chest and wanting to leave but his words stopped you.

“You’re right.”

He said and you stopped. Not to what he said but how he said it. His voice felt...hurt and as much as you were aiming for that, you didn’t want to hear it. Turning around you finally noticed the one thing that you were so oblivious due to your rage. The wound your roughness caused.

“You’re right. I am cruel and mean, evil, pathetic- honestly, I don’t know how many insults you exactly used but I am surprised you know so many of them. You call me heartless and all of that but you don’t even know me. Yes, I hurt other people but that’s what’s expected of me but you? I wouldn’t expect for you to sink as low as me.”

“I didn’t. I just called you out on the things you don’t see.” you said.

“No. I already knew all those stuff but you wouldn’t know that because you never gave me the chance to show you that besides all of those flaws, I might have a good side too. I was willing to look out the fact that you chose the popularity over the nice, kind and shy girl who welcomed you so warmly to your house. Margo, if I’m correct?”

You stood there in silence, your heart thumping in your chest. “How do you know about that?”

“Because believe it or not, Margo is a family friend who I never much associated with but had to due to the family connection. I know she’s fragile, I know she’s shy and socially-awkward and I know that you were the one who broke her.” he said meanwhile.

“I didn’t-”

“You broke her, (y/n). Admit it. You knew she was always getting you into embarrassing situations and always clinging to you like a puppy, which you hated. So you started spreading gossip around, just so you could get rid of her.”

“They stopped two days after, it was innocent.” you defended. You weren’t proud of that. You were a completely different person back then. You grew up since then.

“They stopped because I made them stop.” he growled, walking closer to you. “Like I said, Margo and I didn’t associate but had to. We were friends but she knew me better than you and better than anybody that I am a flawed man, who has to act the way I do because of my family. Never in all my Hogwarts years we exchanged words but the day she came running to me, bawling her eyes out from all the bullying you started! You don’t even know what people did to her when you spread stories about her the way you did! And you broke her! She’s not in school, she’s not anywhere to be found and that’s beccause YOU drove her away!”

You were quiet, ashamed but you still felt your pride get in the way of showing that. So you just made the situation worse. “You sound like you care.”

“I do. Back then I didn’t know who started the rumors but through years I found out and I didn’t know what to do because I fancied you and I denied you could ever do this but now? Now you proved you’re just as horrible as I am. Yes, I bully other people, yes, I boast, YES, I called them filthy mudbloods today but don’t for a moment think that you know me?! Don’t for a moment call me those names and insults when you don’t know where I’m coming from or how I’m treated! You don’t know anything about me! Nothing! And thanks to now, you just showed me why I should never care about you too because caring for a hypocrite like you... that would be just a waste of my time.” he started backing away but you weren’t going to let this slide away so easy.

“YOU CALL ME A HYPOCRITE! You don’t know me! You keep talking about how I don’t know you and keep calling you names when you do the same! YOU DO EXACTLY THE SAME!”

He laughed in the distance, turning around and walking slowly back to you and for a moment. For a small, short moment you saw how his body moved elegantly and relaxed, dragging his feet and swaying his hips. His shoulders were broad, his uniform was sharp, hair a bit messed up- a blonde strand falling in front of his forehead and his eyes... his eyes were blazing yours.

You felt yourself sweat from his energy; your palms got sweaty, your muscles stiffed up and you were frozen like a rock.

“I know exactly who you are. I know what you like, I know how you feel about certain things, I know who your dad is, since he works with mine and has been at my mansion for one, two-” he started counting on his long fingers, before dropping his hand, backing you against the wall and pressing his hands on it, so you and him? The two of you were just an inch away. “- too many times. He talked about you quite a lot. He’s proud but boasting a bit too much, meaning he’s not as proud as he pretends to be. So, I’d say I do know you more than you know because I put effort in getting to know people I fancy meanwhile you don’t even give a chance a person. “

“ I don’t give chances to people like you.” you growled, getting closer to him as his thin lips curve into a smile. He bit on his lower lip and looked down on yours, sending an unfamiliar wave of heat down your body. You didn’t know if he’s going to kiss you, which you hated to admit that you wanted him to, or... or...well that’s it.

“People like me?” he tilted his head to the side, grinning.

“Two-faced.” you spat out.

“Oh, honey, look in the mirror.” he laughed. “All friendly, all flirty, all nice and kind but in reality you break people just like you did with Margo.”

“Can you stop mentioning her?!” you start to grow irritated, staring at his piercing grey eyes but feeling a sudden urge to pull him closer. Yet you restrain yourself because it’s confusing and unclear....unfamilliar.

“Feeling guilty?”

“I don’t feel anything.”

“So, you’re the heartless one?” he kept teasing but you kept growing more and more frustrating.

“What? No! I-” you kept trying to find words but he was closing the space between the two of you and you were backed agains the wall, pressed on his chest and breathing heavily. The air was hot, you were sweating and feeling your breath come out uneven. Draco caught that into his attention and enlarged the amount of mischief in his eyes.

You couldn’t speak- hell, you barely even breathed. Then as you stared into his eyes his eyes changed, not in colour nor the shape. It was something inside that changed that made him back away and lower his head.

“I really thought you were worth it.” he looked up at you, your red stained cheeks and your parted lips, grabbing for an air. You kept looking at him, seeing a simper that didn’t reach his eyes and knowing you messed up.

But how could you mess up, knowing he deserved what you said?

“Guess, you’re just like the others.” he started backing away, giving you one last glance before disappearing into the distance.

You wanted to say something. You wanted to speak but your throat was dry and unable to provide any kind of sound. You took a hold of it, staring where he disappeared and knowing, deep inside, you knew. You broke him.

#Draco Malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #harry potter imagines #golden trio era #golden trio #harry potter imagine

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Prompt #12

based on prompt #12 katniss walks out of the fitting room wearing only a bikini to ask her friend if it suits her but it isnt her friend at the other side of the door but peeta. [submitted by anonymous]

written by @endlessnightlock

beta’d by @msariadneoliver

Rated T for language

Katniss

“Which one do you like best?” I asked, holding up two different bathing suits- both cute choices, I thought, but nothing that showed too much skin. “I kind of like the pink one myself.”

“Neither,” Madge said flatly. She snatched both hangers from my hands and turned to put them on the rack so quickly you’d have thought they were venomous snakes.

“What’s wrong with either of those?” I said.

Madge still had her back to me, but the eye-roll she gave was so hard I could feel it. “You know what’s wrong with them, they’re one-piece. I told you, no one-pieces allowed on this trip.”

“Madge.”

“You need to relax. Loosen up a little. And the best way to do that is with some male attention.”

“But Madge, you know that most guys are dicks. I don’t want any male attention. I’m not interested. I’ve already told you, no thank you.”

“Female?”

“Nope. Still entirely straight, unfortunately.”

That one got Madge to laugh at least.

“Look, I’m just not interested in another person taking up space in my life right now.” She finally turned around and looked at me pointedly then. “And you know, I feel weird having this conversation with you. Why are you so interested in my love life?”

“You need one. That’s the point.”

My best friend had talked me into coming along with her to Tigress, a swimsuit shop in the Capitol Mall, with the intent of finding a suit that I could take along to her destination wedding in Mexico.

Believe me, that little bridezilla was lucky I loved her so much. It was my one day off of work this week, and it was a good hour and a half drive from our hometown of Panem to get here. If it’d been plausible I would’ve been more than happy to do my swimsuit shopping at home.

Unfortunately for my shop-local sensibilities (the ones that had more to do with the fact that shopping in the Capitol was my own personal version of the seventh-level of hell), Panem’s mall had closed a few years ago, leaving us with a dismal selection of discount chain stores, thrift shops, or Effie’s World Fashions- a place where most of the clothes were suited to seventy-year-old cat-ladies, as our only choices.

I’m pretty sure Madge would murder me before she’d let me buy a bathing suit from Wal-World or DollarMart for this trip.

Madge also absolutely shot down my idea of ordering a suit online; I wasn’t deemed “trustworthy” enough for that. “I need to see what you’re looking at first hand,” she’d told me, “if I leave things up to you you’ll buy a frumpy granny-skirt or something.”

Madge turned from the rack, and when she caught my eye I recognized the maniacal gleam in those seemingly innocent hazel eyes of hers. She was scheming.

Madge sighed dramatically and put her arm around my shoulders, pulling me close- something she actually had to bend over to accomplish, being that she’s a good five inches taller than me. And today she wore heels.

Who wore heels to shop in? I don’t know what kind of person would want to inflict that brand of misery on themselves…

Oh, wait. Nevermind, I forgot who I was talking about.

Madge was a sadist.

“Katniss, don’t you ever, somewhere deep in the recesses of your mind, want to try and look hot?” she asked sweetly, as if she didn’t already know the answer. “At least once in your life while you’re still young and cute?”

“No,” I said, shrugging her arm off. She was going to have to come up with a better argument than that. “I wouldn’t even know how to begin at this point.”

“Why do you say ridiculous stuff like that? You know it’s not true. Deep inside that surly brain of yours is a party girl just itching to get out.”

“Not hardly,” I scowled and marched past her, intent on getting a look at a rack full of tankinis and foolishly hoping she’d drop the subject. I hated this particular conversation today, every bit as much as I’d hated it the one hundred and fifty other times I’ve had it with her in the past.

I blindly stared down at the suits passing through my hands as they swished across the rack. I couldn’t have told you what a single one of them looked like, honestly. “You know I’m wired that way. I don’t do “sexy”.” I said.

Madge chased me down, hissing her response in a mock-whisper, which was patently ridiculous because people walking past the front entrance of the store could probably hear what she was saying. “You know as well as I do you’ve just got what Cato said stuck in your head.”

“It’s not because of anything that lying sack of crap had to say,” I told her, exasperated. “Madge, what I’m trying to tell you is that it doesn’t matter, don’t you get it? I know I’m not sexy. I don’t need to be sexy, I can live a perfectly happy life as plain old me.”

“But-”

“No buts- you need to accept it. I have an exercise for you now. Ready?”

It was her turn to scowl.

“Ready?” I repeated, mocking her chirpy tone. “Good. Now say it after me: “Katniss is not sexy. Katniss is a good person, so it doesn’t matter what she looks like-””

“Bullshit,” she countered.

Oooh, Madge was swearing… that meant I’d gotten her riled up. She never swore.

“That idiot didn’t know his own ass from a hole in the ground,” she continued, not allowing me to explain that my feelings had nothing to do with my ex, “especially when it came to anything that had the least bit of something to do with you.”

“I know Madge…” I agreed, while privately musing that my friend seemed to have forgotten about all those losers she used to date herself.

I felt like asking her if she needed to go to the hospital because I was fairly certain she’d developed a serious case of Gale Hawthorne-related amnesia. That guy had brought new meaning to the word prick.

“And bullshit to that second thing you said,” Madge continued, so impassioned by now that I watched spittle fly off her lips. “Sexy is what’s going on inside your head. Sexy is less about how you look and more about how you feel.”

“I feel like I should live in sweatpants.”

Madge rolled her eyes. “You are gorgeous. I just wish you could see that. And you’ve got a great little figure!”

I scowled at her choice of words, letting my eyes drop briefly to her own much more impressive chest and curvy hips. “Yeah, “little” being the keyword.”

“Shut up. You don’t want big boobs anyway. They’re a pain. You’re lucky you’re smaller- you can wear all kinds of things I can’t fit into.” Madge looked over my shoulder, her eyes seeming to falter there for a millisecond before she glanced back at me.

She looked away for so long that I was beginning to think I’d gotten a reprieve, but then she spoke up again, this time with a little smirk on her face. “Katniss, now I’m the one with the great idea. Yours was complete shit by the way- just so you know that.”

“Thanks,” I said sarcastically. “Are you going to leave me alone now and let me shop for suits in peace?”

“If you do one thing for me first. Humor me, please?”

I didn’t know whether I was going to like this or not, but I nodded.

“Go find a dressing room and I’ll bring you back some suits of my choosing. You have to try on everything I bring you. No buts.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Please, just trust me. I have a much better sense of style than you do and you know it…” she sang the last few words and I groaned.

“Oh my god, stop it!” I grumbled. “Fine, whatever it takes to get you to knock it off. But no-.”

Madge cut me off. “No buts, I said. Trust me, I’ve only got your best interests in mind.”

I shut the dressing room door behind me, and once I had secured the lock in place (damn thing didn’t seem to want to turn all the way), I proceeded to unbutton my jeans and shuck them off. I left them lying in a puddle on the floor. My shirt quickly followed, leaving me to wait for Madge in my bra and underwear, my thinking being that I might as well be prepared when she got here.

The sooner I started trying things, the sooner we could leave.

A minute later, Madge knocked on the dressing room door, so I pulled it open just far enough to let her in before quickly shoving it closed behind her.

“Oh good, you shaved,” she said after a quick perusal of my body. “That’s very good.”

“Why, does my body hair offend you?” I grumbled. “Because you know I don’t have to shave, right? I’ll walk around the beach like Bigfoot if I want to.”

“No no no. Don’t get huffy- I’m used to your hairy everything. It’s just that a smooth body will help you get into the right mental space for bikinis and sunshine, not to mention thoughts of a wedding hook-up!” Madge chirped.

“Shut up. Not having a wedding hook-up.” I told her, crossing my arms over my chest.

She just shrugged. “You never know though, do you Katniss?”

“Oh, believe me, I know.”

Madge smirked, so I changed the subject.

“No, I just figured I’d better be ready for anything today, so I gave in to the demands of society and got rid of my excess body hair,” I admitted, my eyes dropping to her armload of suits.“What did you bring me?”

“Oh you’re such a martyr for the cause Katniss,” Madge said, rolling her eyes.

If we weren’t such good friends, I’d have wrung her neck by now.

“But I’ve brought you all kinds of good things,” she continued while hanging up about eight different bikinis- each in varying colors and degrees of tininess- on the closest hook hanging from the dressing room divider wall. “Just make sure you come out and show me when you find the one you like the best. I’ll be waiting outside the door when you’re ready, okay?”

Peeta

“Hang on, my shoe came untied,” Delly told me, halting abruptly in front of a high-end swimsuit shop and dropping to one knee. “I don’t want to trip over the laces.”

“You should have double-tied them,” I said. “Finally, you’re reaping the benefits of my years of advice.”

She shook her head, laughing without glancing up at me. Delly had spent years teasing me about my slightly obsessive relationship with my shoelaces. I’m sure she saw this coming from a mile away. “Ha-ha, smartass.”

She hesitated before standing up, and I groaned internally when I realized that something new had caught Delly’s interest.

She squinted, staring inside the hazy yellow windows of Tigress.

After a moment, her whole face lit up with recognition. “Peeta, look!” she exclaimed, standing up quickly and grabbing my arm, pointing into the store like she’d found her long-lost puppy or something. “It’s Madge!”

“That’s weird seeing her here, don’t you think?” I asked, discreetly attempting to get Delly to walk again, and hoping my tone of voice told her that maybe we didn’t need to stop and talk to each person we ran across today.

“Hmm, well, she looks busy…” I added, for emphasis.

Any other time, I would have been more receptive to catching up with an old acquaintance from high school, but I was exhausted. And that was entirely Delly’s fault. She’d demanded I go on this shopping trip after I made the mistake of telling her I needed some new shoes.

I finally gave in, because I thought I didn’t have anything better to do today, not realizing that scrubbing out the bakery’s oven with my own toothbrush would have been an improvement over this.

Oh, to look back now and think of that younger, foolish, free-from-the-clutches-of-his-best friend version of myself from six hours ago, the one who hadn’t spent most of the day being dragged around the Capitol Mall like her own personal manservant. That Peeta, innocent that he was, who had forgotten the way Delly liked to look at everything while shopping, and by everything I meant every. Single. Damn. Thing. In. Every. Single. Damn. Store.

It hadn’t taken me long to see the error of my ways, but at that point, it was much too late.

Turning to me, Delly popped her straw in her mouth and took a long drink of her lemonade, staring me dead in the eye, unblinking, before finally answering me like I was her two-year-old nephew. “We can’t do that Peeta, she’s waving us inside.” Delly finally said. “You don’t mind if we go in and talk to her, do you? I haven’t seen her in so long. Did you know she’s getting married?”

“Yeah,” I shifted the bags in my hands and looked longingly towards the exit. “I heard.”

“So… do you mind?”

I sighed. It’d be nice if I ever learned how to say no to her. Today was not going to be that day it seemed.

“Sure, Dells. Why not?”

Katniss

“Madge…” I grumbled, looking around the dressing room furtively. I knew it was a waste of time because the space wasn’t that big, but I didn’t want to believe she’d actually done something like that to me. “I’m going to murder you.”

She’d taken my jeans and shirt with her!

I gave up the hunt for my dignity before glancing at myself in the mirror again with a sigh. I’d tried on all the bikinis, including one that was just a step above being naked- purely out of curiosity, of course.

The suit I was left wearing was the only one she’d brought for me to try on that actually covered enough of my body to be somewhat decent.

And honestly… I liked everything about it. I could admit to that.

The suit was a soft orange and had a simply-designed bottom that covered most of my ass along with a string top that made my breasts look good, leaving only the slightest hint of the tops and sides of my cleavage exposed. It wasn’t too much or too flashy. The suit was, dare I say, tasteful? Attractive.

And I actually felt kind of hot in it.

Who knew?

Peeta

“Peeta,” Madge greeted me, “you look great!”

‘Thanks, you too,” I told her, grinning. Madge Undersee still looked the same, blond and beautiful. Not that she’d ever really been my type.

No, my interests had always lain with her high school best friend, someone smaller and less porcelain in appearance, with a long dark braid and an intimidating frown.

Even after all this time, I found myself wondering what had happened to Katniss.

It’d been years since I’d seen her, but she’d never really left me- she remained this ache that I knew would never go all the way away.

I’d always been too nervous to talk to her back then, and I was still kicking myself over letting that opportunity slip through my fingers. Even after all this time, I’d never found another girl that measured up to Katniss in my eyes. That first crush had hit me hard and never left.

“You look worn out! Has Delly been making you drag her bags around?” Madge asked, putting a hand on my shoulder sympathetically. “You’re still such a good guy Peeta.” Her voice dropped conspiratorially then. “Are you seeing anyone by chance?”

I almost choked on my own spit, the question was so unexpected. I knew she was engaged, so why was she asking? “No,” I replied, sure I sounded confused.

“Just checking,” she said easily, “you never know. Hey, there are some chairs over there by the dressing room. Why don’t you sit down for a while?”

“That’s a great idea!” Delly chirped in.

“They looked super comfortable,” Madge urged, lightly shoving me in that direction. “You might as well, I have all kinds of things I need to talk to Delly about!”

I thought briefly about resisting, but gave in when I realized how futile everything was. I might as well have skipped signing a new lease on my apartment last week because this mall seemed destined to become my new home.

But why kick against the pricks?

“Fine,” I said as I readjusted her bags to keep from dropping them. “Delly, just come get me when you’re ready?”

I made myself at home next to the dressing room, leaning back in the surprisingly comfortable upholstered chair and propping my legs up on the footrest. I even closed my eyes.

I left my phone in my pocket because now that I was alone I realized how much I needed the quiet and wanted a chance to be alone with my thoughts. Seeing Madge again had shifted those old memories of Katniss to the front of my mind like it was 2009 all over again.

God, I still remembered how she was all I ever seemed to think about back then.

There wasn’t anything flashy about her. Katniss was a small girl with a slim figure, never really garnering as much attention as someone like Madge did from the guys in our class.

But Katniss? She was just so pretty it drove me to distraction. Everything about her had me sweating and pining at the same time, especially the way she moved through the halls with no regard as to what anyone might think of her. She was cool and hard-edged and intimidating as hell. She never tried to be popular or trendy, but everything she did seemed to work for her.

It definitely worked for me.

I wonder what happened to Katniss after high school. Was she married, or still living around here? I knew she’d gone out of state for college, and it wasn’t very often that people came back once they’d left. She wasn’t on any social media that I knew of, other than a Facebook page she hadn’t updated in about five years.

I don’t know what her life is like, but I’d love to see her again.

Maybe it was just the nostalgia talking, but it hit me hard, the realization of just how much I wanted to turn back the clock and have one more chance with Katniss Everdeen.

“Are you out there?” I heard a voice call from one of the dressing rooms.

Shit, maybe I ought to move, I hadn’t realized anyone was using them.

The thing that was really weird though was that it sounded a lot like Katniss on the other side of the wall.

I wanted to laugh at myself. There was no way it could be her!

“Okay Madge,” I heard, and sat there watching, dumbfounded, while the dressing room door slowly opened.

Oh god, it was her.

“I think I found one I like,” Katniss kept talking, looking down at her body, “although the suit probably could cover a little more. But I think you must’ve really wanted me to show off my ass-“

My heart stopped when she looked up. I’d never known that was possible until that moment, but that’s exactly how it happened.

Katniss’s eyes met mine, those same beautiful grey eyes that still haunted my dreams. That soft-looking mouth, hanging slightly open in shock, just the way I’m sure that mine was.

Katniss, completely surprised to see me.

Katniss in a string bikini, standing there like a goddess on some random Friday afternoon. Smooth olive skin, gorgeous legs, a navel I’d like to drink out of, a slightly rounded stomach. And her breasts, they were beautifully shaped and had just the slightest, most devastating bit of overspill peeking out the sides.

I think Katniss must’ve gained a little weight since high school or something, leaving her just a little fuller in all the right places.

I was trying, really trying, to keep my eyes in respectable spots, but I just couldn’t take them off of her.

I’d never, ever, seen this much of Katniss and my mouth and brain both refused to work in the aftermath.

“Peeta?” she said hesitantly, pulling that braid I’d spent so much time wanting to know what it felt like over her shoulder.

I leaned forward then and forced myself to look up at her flushed face. “Hey…” I stuttered out, feeling like an idiot before correcting myself. “Hi, Katniss.”

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chemicalmagecraft · 3 years

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Foresight is 20/20 Chapter 9

"I'm assuming this is the desert," I said, looking over the sandy terrain. I was glad that I'd replaced my arm and leg warmers with a much lighter set that didn't warm me all, because even with the additional bit of heat resistance that having Kurama's chakra apparently granted me, I was getting a little hot. "Either that or we somehow managed to stumble upon a beach with no water."

"This is indeed the desert," Baki said. "We should arrive at the village by this evening at our current pace."

I sighed and reclined back on the Akuma Tensei construct that I was riding on, making sure to keep my parasol shading me. "This is boring," I complained.

"You consider riding a giant snake made of sand through a desert to be boring?" Baki asked incredulously from the back of his lindwurm.

"Yoooooouuuuuuuuth!" Gai agreed enthusiastically as his poor lindwurm was forced to go through a bunch of unnecessary tricks and expend more energy to keep up with us.

I shrugged. "The novelty wore off," I conceded, then turned around. "And Gai! Stop forcing your lindwurm to move around like that! It's gonna run out of energy if you keep it up like that!"

"These things can run out of energy?" Baki asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course they can run out." I gestured to the crown made of three demon gems that my lindwurm had. "My creations may regenerate energy and their unusual sage chakra means they're even more potent than one might expect and can gather natural energy even while on the move, but they still have limits and the rate we're going at would definitely wear out at least one gem long before we get to Suna. I think. The three gems mean they share the burden, but they'll run out eventually. Gai's just running the clock down in fast-forward. Speaking of which..."

I turned back to Gai. "Oi! Your lindwurm's probably gonna die before we get to Suna at that rate, Gai! Gather up the gems so I don't have to go looking for them when it does!" I faced Baki again and thought for a bit. It was mid-morning, which meant I still had a couple of hours before Suna if Baki was right. I shrugged, dropped my parasol so I could grab it with a chakra thread, then grabbed hold of two of my lindwurm's gems and yanked them out, causing it to start disintegrating. I used the gems to pull myself into the air, stepping on the third one as it fell to complete my impromptu flying 'machine.' I flew over to Baki, whose lindwurm slowed down a bit so I could fly over. "Catch," I told him as I dumped myself into his lap.

"Why?"

I placed the gems back onto my body and grabbed my parasol with my hand again. "I'm going to catch a quick nap so I'm well-rested for when we get there." He nodded. "Wake me up outside of the gates. I'm kind of a zombie when I first wake up, but I should be good if I walk around for a bit. The lindwurms should respond to 'start,' 'stop,' 'slow down,' and 'speed up,' but they're not the brightest so don't expect them to understand any other commands." I rubbed Baki's lindwurm. "No offense, Lindy-chan. Right, I'm gonna sleep now." Now, I used to be really bad at falling asleep when not in school, but I'd recently figured out a trick to it.

"Kurama-chan, can you pleeeeaaaase knock me out so I can take a good nap?" I pleaded over the connection I shared with him thanks to having his chakra.

I felt his disdainful 'glare' over our bond. "Do I look like sleep medicine to you?"

"Yeah, that's the point. Real sleepy meds make me all loopy, and for whatever reason they make my sleep not as refreshing..."

He grumbled. "Fine, just don't resist or you'll end up loopy and your sleep won't be refreshing. I'm not used to using genjutsu like this."

"Thanks..." I told him as I felt myself drifting off.

kukukuku~

"-ki-san. Kouki-san!" I groaned and just barely managed to lift up my glasses to rub my eyes. "We're here," Baki told me. I grumbled and rolled over.

And immediately fell onto the sand. "I hate mornings..." I said, then spent about a minute of brushing sand off and spitting it out, before remembering that I theoretically had the ability to control sand. I sent out a pulse of magnet release to throw off the remaining bits of sand that got everywhere. The good news was that I was definitely awake.

"It's the evening."

I shrugged. "I hate waking up then. Right, we should probably get a move on. Where are my gems, Gai?"

"Here they are!" he said, then chucked them at me. I stared at him as the gems slowed down and stopped in midair, then put them back where they were with but a thought.

I closed my parasol, flourished it around to point at the gates of the village, and declared, "Let us proceed!" really dramatically. As I opened my parasol back up, I had an idea, stuck my tongue out in concentration, and lifted into the air, shakily floating forwards a bit.

"I do realize that the answer is most likely 'seal master' or 'demon gem,' but I would like to know exactly how it is you are floating," Baki said.

I turned around to stare at him, smiled slightly, and said, "Demon gem." I took a moment to internally snicker at his facial expression before continuing. "It's a new idea I thought of. I'm making five of the gems take control of the air around me to let me defy gravity. The gems on my limbs and head are doing most of the work, which theoretically means that they'll run out first, but I can easily swap them out with the unused gems. The one at my sternum is barely going down at all. I think it might take a day of continuous floating to run out at this rate, though high-speed flight will probably drain it faster." I twisted around a bit in midair to get a feel for my newfound flight powers. It was a little wonky at first, but I got the hang of it. "I'm pretty sure everyone will take me more seriously as some mysterious sealing genius if I disobey the laws of gravity."

"I see! What a youthful idea!" Gai exclaimed.

"I... suppose that that makes sense..." Baki agreed. "Shall we go?"

kukukuku~

The Kazekage stared at me. "...I was expecting you to be taller."

I shrugged and floated to reach eye-level with him. "Who'd expect the miracle seal master who offered to fix your son's seal to be about his age?"

"And you appear to be floating."

"Well why wouldn't a miracle seal master have the ability to float?"

He squinted at me for a moment, then nodded. "...Fair."

"Right, so I should probably get a look at Gaara-kun," I said, then ran my fingers through my hair. I sighed at how messy it felt. "And I forgot my brush at home. I don't suppose I could borrow one once I'm done with the seal?"

The Kazekage nodded. "That seems reasonable enough. Do you need any special equipment to work on Gaara?"

I shook my head. "I brought my stuff. Might change my mind if it's a more complicated job than I thought, but as of right now I doubt I'll need you to provide anything aside from the patient and an area in which I can set up the sealing circle in. Could you take both me and him there?"

He blinked. "You can do it now?"

"Yup."

kukukuku~

"So," I said, "what brings you to my office, young man?" Gaara, who was lying down, giggled lightly.

"Umm... don't you know already?" Kankuro asked me. He, Temari, the Kazekage, and Gaara's uncle who I couldn't remember the name of were watching. Also Gai was still escorting me, but he wasn't paying as much attention.

"It was a joke," I told him. "I know perfectly well what I need to do here, I just wanted Gaara-kun to be put at ease." I sat down cross-legged on the ground and closed my eyes. "Now, I'm going to be concentrating on this. Please stay still, Gaara-kun." In addition to using my chakra-sensing to make sure the seal was right, I linked to Kurama so I could get his opinion. Once we were both sure the seal was as good as it could be, I unsealed my ink and brushes and floated up so I could get a better look at my seal. The brushes floated around, constructing the seal stroke by stroke. When it was done, we gave it a once-over to make absolutely sure it was right and then I floated down a bit to finally take my hand from my pocket and put it on Gaara's forehead so I could collapse the seal. With an application of some chakra, the seal was completed. In its finished state, it looked almost exactly like the kanji scar he got after killing his uncle, but in a slightly different style and not made out of scar tissue, as a sort of nod on my part to his fate. "How's it feel?" I asked as I floated down to the floor.

Gaara brushed his hand over the freshly-made seal. "I... it's as if a weight I've had upon my shoulders my entire life has lifted..."

"That means it's working," I told him. "Or at least, I assume it is."

"What do you mean, 'you assume it is?'" Temari asked.

"I made the seal specifically for Gaara-kun," I explained, then licked my lips. "Really, it only works on the Jinchuriki of Shukaku, so my ability to test it was rather limited."

"Why only the Ichibi?" Kankuro asked.

"Much as he projects the image of and is a raving lunatic, Shukaku is deadly smart and has the most control out of any of the biju, even though he's technically the weakest. Kind of a deadly combination, meaning he can extend much more influence on his jinchuriki, as you've surely noticed." I shifted my attention back to Gaara.

"Now, I should probably tell you how to use the thing." I floated a small booklet over to him. "That's an instruction manual. Consult it if you forget anything. First thing you need to know is that there are three distinct settings. The one that's on now is the default and should be on the most. It should fix itself faster than Shukaku can degrade it. If you use a half ram hand seal to 'activate' the seal, it'll switch to sleep mode. At that level, it'll make you so resistant to Shukaku's influence that you should be able to sleep on the night of the full moon with naught but a bad dream, though I should warn that it will make you more than a little drowsy and it degrades to the point where it will automatically switch back to default after nine hours of continuous use."

Gaara blinked. "I can finally get a good night's sleep," he muttered.

"Yup," I nodded. "In fact, the drowsiness is side effect of using a pacification seal component on the biju of a jinchuriki and I specifically made sure to calibrate it to let you sleep." I leaned in close and muttered to him, "Just saying, if you still can stay up a couple days a week without a giant murder tanuki screaming in your inner ear, you should. You can get soooo much done like that." I backed back up and switched back to normal voice. "And aside from sleep, you should use it in the off-chance Shukaku manages to surface during the day. The other setting, by using half dragon instead of half ram, pretty much turns the seal off."

"Why would I do that?" Gaara asked me.

"First, I'd like you to turn it off under supervision at least twice a month, preferably more, so you are still at least somewhat acclimated to Shukaku. You get that Kazekage-sama?"

"I understand completely," he nodded.

"Good. I'm holding you to that. Second, it regenerates the seal at a greatly accelerated rate. Limited resources and stuff." I thought for a bit. "Pretty sure that's everything you should know about how to use it for now. Oh, and just so you know, intentional infliction of severe emotional trauma, perhaps from having a beloved family member attempt to assassinate Gaara and then having him or her tell him that he or she hates him and his deceased mother died cursing the name she gave him in an ill-advised attempt to get him to... I'unno, better harness the power of Shukaku or something, voids the warranty and you'll have to actually pay me actual money to fix the busting you get from that level of breakdown combined with Shukaku breaking free. And it won't be cheap."

I felt the Kazekage blanch without even having to look. Chakra-sensing is useful. "That... may or may not have been my first idea on how to deal with Gaara. Thankfully, you came along..."

I shrugged. "S'cool, just don't even think of anything like that again. Inadvertent trauma is covered, though, so don't worry." I placed a bit of pressure on him with a red chakra genjutsu for a moment. "And I will know if you meant to or not. Now that I'm done with the legal disclaimers, I'd like to watch Gaara sleep for the next three days."

"That's a little creepy..." Kankuro muttered.

"It's to make sure the seal is working, right?" Gaara's uncle asked.

I nodded. "Ja. I'm pretty sure it'll work properly, but it'd be pretty embarrassing if I had to turn back halfway through the trip home because sleep mode breaks under the full moon. And yeah, that's why I timed it so that tomorrow night will be the full moon. Day before the worst, at the worst, then the aftermath. If I'm gonna find any complications it's gonna be after the full moon. Right, I'm done for now. Can I have that brush now, Kazekage-sama?"

"I can help with that," Temari offered.

kukukuku~

I made a noise somewhere between a purr and a contented sigh. "Are you purring?" Temari asked as she brushed my hair.

"Feels nice..."

"Oh... kay." She continued to brush my hair. "Wow, this is pretty curly."

"Mhm..."

"Thank you for helping Gaara. I've wanted to do something to help him, but I don't know what to do..." That statement made me crack one of my eyes open slightly.

"Be there for him," I said in a reassuring tone. "As much as what I gave him will help him, the best thing he could ever receive is love, and there's no cap on that. Be there for him and shower him with as much love as you can. That's what you can do for him. Pass that on to the rest of your family, by the way." I closed my eye again and resumed enjoying the calming feeling of her brush on my scalp. I felt her fiddling a bit with my hair, but let her.

"There," she said. I opened my eyes and looked into the mirror in front of me and gasped. In addition to being neatly brushed, Temari had put my hair into two curly pigtails.

"Do you not like it?" she asked.

"It's cute!" I said as I moved my head around, making my new pigtails bounce around a bit. "I love it."

"Oh. Good."

I got up and stretched a bit. "Right, I should check on Gaara now. Thanks for the brushing."

"You're welcome," she said as I walked out the door.

kukukuku~

I attacked the food the Kazekage brought me, taking a few quick glances over at Gaara. He was sleeping like a baby, probably for the first time in his life. "Thanks for the food," I said after I finished off the curry.

"So did Temari give you pigtails?" he asked.

"Yeah!" I said. "They're cute, right?"

"Aren't you a boy?"

I harrumphed. "Doesn't mean I can't look cute..."

"Sorry. So why exactly did you offer to help Gaara?" he asked.

"Can you keep a secret?" I asked him as I put down my plate, then put my hands behind my back.

"It depends. Would not revealing it compromise the safety of my village?"

"Most certainly not." I assured. "In fact, it would be most beneficial for you to know of this secret but only reveal it to a very, very trusted few. Hokage-sama and I have decided to entrust the secret on you, but only if you tell me you are trustworthy enough with absolute sincerity, so I will ask you again. Can I trust you to keep this matter a secret?"

"Yes, though I'd like to know how you plan on telling how I'm being sincere."

I shrugged and closed my eyes to do a small scan to see if anyone would overhear our conversation. "I can't detect sincerity, but I can feel malice and sense lies. Close enough."

"I suppose so. What is the secret?"

I looked over at him and opened my now-glowing eyes. "My eyes see that which is and that which is yet to come."

To his credit, he only blinked before processing that. Probably not the weirdest thing he'd seen considering both his job and the fact that he sealed a giant sand-controlling tanuki into his infant son. "Is that part of that Nocturne power Baki told me about?"

I shrugged. "Technically, Nocturne is more a part of it. The Shoraigan is a dojutsu that grants me future vision and farsight, at the cost of accelerated tiring. The future vision has a neat little quirk where I can see very far into the future if the future I'm seeing is a future where I don't exist."

"And in that future where you don't exist, I went through with my plan, traumatizing Gaara," he said with horror.

"Yup. And then there's more."

"What other stupid things am I going to do in the future?" he sighed.

"Secretly allying yourself with Orochimaru, letting him talk you into invading Konoha during the chunin exam, getting backstabbed like an idiot and replaced with a disguised Orochimaru, and dying alone in a ditch," I counted off.

"Dammit," he said softly. "I suppose I should secretly ally myself with the Hokage instead."

I nodded. "I'm only ever going to suggest things to you, as with Sarutobi, but I do suggest you do it. I have this plan of you double-crossing Orochimaru instead of Konoha if I haven't butterflied the Konoha Crush out of existence, though again, I'm only suggesting things."

He nodded. "I agree to your plan, I suppose. Is there anything else I should know?"

I held up my index finger. "First, there's gonna be a guy in a few years who's gonna apply to be a ninja despite being unable to use ninjutsu. He's got the potential to best jonin-level shinobi, make his own, less taxing version of the Eight Inner Gates, and develop semi-ninjustu that make him a literal pain to fight even for taijutsu specialists. Get him admitted into the academy, but make it clear to him that he's gonna have to work extra hard." I put up my middle finger too before putting my hand back down. "Second, Sasori's still alive and put some sort of dormant mind-control and/or sleeper agent jutsu into some of your men. Have fun with that."

He sighed. "Could you please tell me if any of the people I'm going to gather for the problem are infected?"

I made a quick check. "Some guy named Yura, thankfully only him, now please don't make me do that again or I won't be able to stay up for the third night."

"Thank you." He started to leave, but paused to look at eight of my cores standing on a seal tag. "What is that?"

"Surprised you didn't see that sooner," I noted. "The seal is siphoning off demon sage chakra as fast as they replenish it to gather power for an experiment of mine. And filtering it a little so it's less dangerous to be exposed to at the cost of some potency."

"Do you really need that much... 'demon sage chakra?'"

"If I have excess, then I have excess," I stated. "I want to have as much as possible for the project, for... optimal results."

"Why did that sound ominous?"

I grinned. "I'm throwing around power that can level villages to see what happens. Even if I follow safety precautions, it's still going to be pretty fun to look at."

He glared at me. "Please don't do it in my village."

"Can't, even if I wanted to. The plan is to see if giving someone with the potential to access a certain Kekkei Genkai enough demon sage chakra unlocks it for them." I gave a small chuckle. "Should be a lightshow."

He frowned for a moment, then said, "As long as it's not in my village... Do you need anything else?"

I shivered. "It's starting to get a bit cold. Do you have a spare blanket?"

"I'll have someone bring you one. Goodbye."

I told him goodbye and then spent the rest of the night watching a kid to make sure nothing bad happened to him in his sleep. I was honestly surprised I did not once burst out into song about Rose Quartz and how I loved her.

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The Final Bell - Chapter 3: Baby Doll

Chapter warnings: none

Word count: 1840

Story is also available under Taffysamg on Quotev and Wattpad.

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Y/N stared out the window, unsettled by what she saw. Everything was dry and windy, and the air was heavy. While she knew pollution must be down, everything had that solid tension about it. Taeyong and Taeil were making small talk, but she wasn't particularly listening. Every now and then, they'd pass an abandoned vehicle or a pile of trash, but aside from that she noticed no signs of life. While she was lost in thought, she was brought to attention by a voice.

"...Y/N!" She sat up quickly, looking around. Taeyong was staring at her intently.

"Sorry, I was... thinking."

"It's fine- I was just trying to let you know that we're here." He said, pointing towards the windshield. Sure enough, there was a small campsite in front of them as they slowed to a stop. There were two tents, a few boxes, a small grill, and a black Toyota Tundra. She was nervous to meet this character, but didn't want to show it in front of her two associates. Stepping out of the van, they walked into the center of the space.

"Hold on." Taeil said to her, moving to the tent on the right. Stomping in the dirt next to the structure, he said, "Johnny! We're here." After a bit of rustling, the front unzipped, and a man stepped out.

He was certainly taller than anyone she had met so far- six feet if she had to guess. He had defined features and faded red hair, although- like Taeil- it was evidently not his real hair color. He was definitely thin, but stronger than Taeyong and Taeil. He wore a pair of old jeans, a green shirt, and a leather vest, with combat boots to match. Out of all of this, though, one thing in particular caught her off guard.

His left arm- or rather, where his left arm should have been- there was a purple, twitching appendage, sewed on with black surgical stitches. While it's nails were clean and the flesh seemed to be staying on fairly well, it was unmistakable: a zombie arm.

She involuntarily stepped back, but before she could move away, he grabbed her wrists, holding her arms above her head and turning her in various directions.

"Hmm, interesting." He eyed her up and down, mentally measuring her. "I'm sure I can find something that fits you." Uncomfortable, she jerked her arms, ripping them away from his grip. He looked surprised for a moment, before his face settled into a questioning grin.

"What's the matter? Can't you talk?" She tried to say something in return, but only managed to open her mouth slightly. Staring at her for another moment, his expression shifted to understanding.

"Ah, I see. You think I'm turning." He waved his purple arm. "I assure you, sweetheart, you have nothing to worry about." Pointing to the stitching with his good hand, he said, "This isn't my real arm. I made her myself. The wound is closed underneath, so quit your shaking." Well if that wasn't the riskiest thing she'd ever seen, she didn't know what was.

"What happened to your real arm?" She managed to mutter. He laughed, reaching up to touch her face with his left hand. The skin was disgustingly cold, leaving a tingling feeling wherever it touched. She knew it was probably in her head, but she already felt infected as he felt her face.

"I cut it off." He whispered playfully. Backing up and spinning on his heel, he pretended as if he had not just been incredibly creepy. "Keeps you on your toes, you know? Reminds you how fleeting this all is. It does have a mind of its own, though." He admitted, evidenced by its twitching. She was more than uncomfortable at this point, staring at the seam between his human and undead bodies. So he had... cut off his own arm, and sewed on this zombie one, for fun? Or as he called it, a 'reminder'. This dude was unhinged.

"Quit messing around, Johnny." Taeyong said, stepping in and pulling her back. Thankfully, his hands were warm, and undoubtedly human. "We just need new clothes for her, all our stuff at camp doesn't fit well."

"Yes, yes, I know. Like I said, I'm sure I have a few things her size. So demanding. You won't be leader for long if you act like that."

"I'm not the leader." Taeyong muttered under his breath, crossing his arms and shifting his glare."

"Sure. Anyway, I'll return momentarily. Feel free to look around." He offered, turning to Y/N. "You can go wherever, but just be prepared for what you find." With a wink that sent a shiver up her spine, he moved towards the back of the setup to open a box.

"Don't mind him." Taeil said, sensing her discomfort. "He's just strange like that. Plus, he's probably upset that we didn't bring Mark." She had practically forgotten about Mark at this point- she hadn't seen him since they exited the van the first time. Assumedly, he had gone to his own tent.

"Why would he care?" She asked. "Are they related, or friends, or something?" Taeil shook his head.

"Not exactly. Mark's just his favorite for some reason. He's never explained it to us. Still, Taeyong doesn't like them to be together for too long. I think he's worried that Johnny will make too much of an impression." That made sense. Mark seemed like a nice dude, and she couldn't imagine what Johnny could do if he got a complete hold on him. Before Taeyong could cut in to explain further, Johnny returned.

"Here, I found four complete outfits of your size. It's not exactly ideal, but it's all that'll fit. I guess you guys will just start doing laundry more often, or suffer with ill-fitting attire. There are also two pairs of shoes, some makeup if you're into that, and some sanitary stuff." Holding out a bag, she reluctantly took it. As much as she hated it, it was all stuff she needed. "I also threw a few sets of earrings in there. Wouldn't want your piercings to close up."

She breathed in sharply. In the few seconds that he had looked at her, he not only assessed her exact sizes, but the fact that she had piercings as well? Not only that, but she didn't actually have jewelry in at the moment, meaning that he had noticed the tiny holes. He was unnervingly observant, to say the least.

"Do you need any earrings, boys? You've both had those studs in for quite a while."

"We're fine." Taeil said shortly. Johnny sighed, almost like an annoyed child.

"Shame. You two are so boring. Still, that reminds me-" He addressed Y/N directly again. "I can do pretty much any tattoo or piercing you might want, just let me know." Scrunching her gaze, she questioned,

"Can you do a clean tattoo without proper equipment?" Johnny feigned offense.

"My, do you have no faith? I happen to have done plenty of tattoos post-disaster. In fact, I've done more than a few for your friends over there. Speaking of which-" he walked over to drape his arms across the boys' shoulders. "Is she planning on matching you all?"

"Matching?" She asked. Clearly without asking them first, Johnny grabbed both their shirts. Pulling up Taeyong's sleeve and the bottom hem of Taeil's shirt, he revealed very similar tattoos. Each was in a delicate script, a list of some kind. Looking closer, she read them.

Taeyong

Jaehyun

Yuta

WinWin

Haechan

Mark

Doyoung

Taeil

Jungwoo

Johnny

The final two names were slightly brighter, alluding to the fact that they had been added later. The line through WinWin's name was also a bright shade.

"Do all of you have these?" She asked, eliciting a nod from both of them.

"We debated on the line, but decided that it would be appropriate. We'll be using it if, god forbid, anything happens to anyone else. Johnny added himself when we went to get Jungwoo added." Taeyong shot an annoyed look at him. "Still, he helps us out, so I have no right to complain."

"So, will you be adding this lovely lady to your ranks?" Johnny asked, dropping their clothing from his fists.

"I'd have to talk to everyone, but maybe if she sticks around." He glanced over. "Have you gotten a tattoo since all this started?" He asked. She shook her head. She was already dreading the idea of having Johnny's dead hand anywhere near her, not to mention a discomfort around needles. She would definitely have to think about it.

"Well, I'm always ready to ink someone up." He concluded, gesturing to Taeil again. "I've done more than a few of his little art pieces." She had to admit, the tattoos covering his body were very skillful. Everything fell silent for a moment, but she was brought to attention by the clap of a hand.

"So! To discuss my payment." Johnny smiled, causing her stomach to drop.

"Payment?" Of course. No one gives anyone anything for free. What kind of payment did a psycho like this take?

"Yes, honey, payment. I have to survive out here! Generally one earns something through the exchange of goods-" He snaked a hand around her waist, causing her to shiver again. "And/or services."

"You owe us, Johnny." Taeyong said matter-of-factly, gently brushing him off and dragging Y/N back to where he was standing. "We saved your ass when you were clean out of food and three seconds off from getting eaten alive." He put a hand to his chin thoughtfully.

"Oh, so you're cashing in for the little lady? He must really like you." He said with a shrug. "That's a shame, baby doll, but you'll be back. I look forward to it- you're intriguing." Leading her away from Johnny's camp, Taeil and Taeyong brought her to the van, facing away from the man. Still, he called,

"Nice meeting you, sweetheart!"

"Her name is Y/N." Taeyong shot back. "Have some decency." And with that, they got in and began their drive back home. She watched out the back window as Johnny simply stood, staring as they drove into the distance. He stood stone still until Y/N could no longer make out his figure.

"I'm sorry if that was strange." Taeyong murmured apologetically. "I know he's not... ideal. Still, he generally has anything we might need, and honestly I don't know if we'd have made it without him. I would have talked to him myself, but he needed your size." She shook her head, trying to seem unfazed.

"It's fine."

"You'll only have to go again if you need a tattoo or something, other than that you can stay behind if you'd like." She nodded. She didn't really feel like talking anymore, and both the boys respected that. They had maybe an hour left on their three hour prognosis, so things would be busy when they returned. She wondered if she could find some monotonous task to help with to take her mind off the afternoon's events.

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you-and-i-for-forever · 5 years

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10 Things I Hate About You AU Chapter 8

Fandom: Be More Chill, Dear Evan Hansen

Ships: Boyf riends, treebros, richjake, Zolana, Pinkberry

Word count: 1.8k

Feel free the read this on my ao3 instead!

Jeremy was flipping through his French homework on his bed when he heard the front door open and close. He threw his book down onto the bed and ran to his door to find Evan coming up the stairs.

“Hey,” Jeremy said

Evan looked up at him and gave him a small smile, “Hi.”

Jeremy gave him a quick once over. Evan didn’t look any worse than last night except for-

“What happened to your cast?” Jeremy asked once Evan had reached the top of the stairs. Evan’s cast was gone, replaced with a heavy wrapping of ace bandages.

“It uh- it melted a lot last night so I went to the hospital this morning and had it taken off. The doctor said that it was basically healed so he just gave me this.”

“What even happened to you last night?” Jeremy asked.

Evan picked at his cast as he filled Jeremy in on what had happened once they had arrived at the party and Jeremy went off to find Jake.

“…and then after the hospital, Connor dropped me back off here,” Evan finished, picking at his bandage.

Jeremy was leaning against his doorframe, arms crossed, eyes squinting by the time Evan finished his story.

“What the hell are you doing with Connor Murphy?” Jeremy asked

“What?” Evan asked, looking caught off guard.

“What are you even doing with him? He’s the school nut job, why are you hanging around him?”

Evan blinked rapidly, “He…he’s my friend.”

“It’s bad for your image” Jeremy pursed his lips and shrugged, “There are rumors about the two of you around school. I didn’t think they were true but when he showed up last night and you just went with it?”

Evan stared at him, eyes large and shiny, face flushed, “I, um, he’s-he’s really nice. He was, uh, the one who convinced me to go to, to go to the party.”

“Evan, you can’t hang out with him. People are going to start thinking you’re a freak too.”

Evan was quiet for a long moment.

“Don’t they already, don’t they already think that? Plus, Connor saved my-my life.”

Jeremy opened his mouth to say something else, but Evan cut him off.

“Why do you even…care? I’m surprised that you even-even noticed what I’ve been up to with all the time you’re spending with-with Jake.”

Jeremy’s face turned red, “We’re dating! We’re supposed to hang out!”

“Well, I’d rather hang out with the school freak then…someone-someone who abandons their friends for some popular jock. You’re becoming a real jerk, Jeremy!”

Evan watched as Jeremy’s hands and teeth clenched.

“You know what? I’m so sick of having to deal with this!” Jeremy yelled, stomping back into his room.

He turned around, glaring at Evan, “I wish our parents had never met so I didn’t have a loser for a brother!”

The door slammed and Evan’s eyes blurred. A mix of sad and angry tears almost fell but Evan rubbed them away.

He walked to his own room and laid down, mentally exhausted from all that had happened in the last 15 hours.

Evan,

Are you still doing ok?

Dear Connor,

I’m still a little freaked out, but other than that I’m ok. What about you?

Evan

I’m fine, I’m just glad you’re ok. Can we meet up tomorrow or something?

Dear Connor,

I can’t. My mom doesn’t want me going anywhere for the rest of the weekend.

Evan

Ok. I wanted to ask you in person, but do you want to go to the school dance that’s coming up? I don’t really want to go but I heard someone mention it at the thing last night so I thought I’d ask.

Dear Connor,

I don’t have a tie to wear so I can’t go.

Evan

Just think about it? I promise it can’t be any worse then what happened last night.

Dear Connor,

I will.

Evan

Michael was reorganizing his collection of Magic the Gathering cards the day after the house party. He was too worked up to do anything productive, like gaming. Plus, there was no one to play with.

Michael frowned at the thought of who he should be playing video games with. He sighed and flopped over the beanbag chair next to him. He glanced over at the red one next to him. That was Jeremy’s spot.

Whenever Jared was over, Michael always insisted on dragging his bed, a stack of mattresses, in front of the tv so they could sit on that instead.

The beanbags were Michael and Jeremy’s.

Michael covered his face with his hands right before the doorbell rang. He pulled himself up and climbed the stairs. When he opened the door, he expected the pizza delivery person to be on the other side, but to his shock it was Jeremy.

“Hey…” Jeremy said, looking a little nervous.

The surprise of seeing Jeremy again almost caused Michael to pull him into a hug, but he remained where he was.

“What?” Michael asked

“I just wanted to talk.”

Michael remained silent.

“About what? How you called me a loser or how you left me for dead?”

“Michael, please it’s not like that-” Jeremy started but Michael quickly cut him off.

Of course, Michael still wanted Jeremy, but he was so hurt he couldn’t stop himself from speaking brutally honest.

“Not like that? Then what was it like, Jeremy? You're finally realizing that you can do better than me? That I’m nothing to you? That you’re so much better than me? That I really am a fucking loser? How can one anyone, let alone Jack, change you so much?”

Jeremy looked down at the ground in shame. Michael had to fight the urge to comfort him.

“I just want people to like me. To think I’m cool.” Jeremy said in a small voice.

“Newsflash asshole; I already liked you and thought you were cool before you frenched Jake!”

“Yeah?! Well, you and Jared-”

“What about me and Jared? At least I didn’t leave him to die in that fire!” Michael shouted before slamming the door close in Jeremy’s face.

Michael stomped his way back down to his room and yelled into a pillow.

He didn’t even get back up when the pizza boy arrived.

“No. None of that stuff is true.” Connor said with a grin.

Connor had called Evan the Friday after the house party. They still emailed most of the time, but Connor was allowed to use the house phone at times. He and Connor went out for ice cream and decided to go back to Evan’s house since there was no one home.

As they pulled up, Evan has started asking Connor about the rumors that followed him and Connor asked him questions back.

“State trooper?” Evan asked

“Fake. Uh, did you really hide in a janitor closet all day?” Connor asked.

“Not-not exactly.” Evan said with a blush “The duck?”

“He’s safe. Throwing up on Mr. Munsin while trying to give a speech?” Connor asked

Evan groaned, “Fact. I hid in the bathroom-in the bathroom until school ended then dropped, uuuum, his class the next day.”

“Fair enough.” Connor laughed and followed Evan inside after he had unlocked the front door.

“The hair?” Evan asked with a smile.

“My hair?” Connor asked, sounding surprised.

“Someone said that it’s just a-a wig you made from the hair of your…murder victims.” Evan laughed and led Connor up the stairs.

“Yeah well no,” Connor said with a smile.

“Where, um, were you last year? I know the porn career's a lie.” Evan said

“Do you?” Connor asked with a quirked eyebrow

They both paused for a moment then shared a laugh.

Evan opened the door to his room and they sat down together on his bed. They were both still grinning from the ridiculousness of the rumors and gossip people had spread about them.

“Will you…tell me something true?” Evan said.

“Something true?” Connor parroted, then scrunched up his eyebrows in what looked like deep contemplation.

“I hate peas.” He offered.

“No. Something real. Something no one else…no one else knows.” Evan said.

“To be fair, no one else probably knows that,” Connor said.

“Come on. Really though.” Evan said and nudged Connor’s shoulder with his.

Connor readjusted on the bed so he was facing Evan and rubbed his neck, looking awkward.

“Okay, so when I was 12, or something, my mom took me shopping for a really nice suit. You know, something I was just gonna grow out of in a year but she said that everyone was gonna start having Bar Mitzvahs and parties and I should have something nice to wear to all of them. I didn’t…end up getting invited to anything so it just sat in my closet forever.” Connor said

Evan felt terrible, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you talk about that.”

Connor shrugged and reached into his hoodie pocket.

“Actually, I went looking for it the other day cuz um -”

Connor pulled a blue folded up square and held it out to Evan. Evan took it and unfolded it. It was a tie.

“When we talked about the dance the other day you said you didn’t have a tie and this is the only one I have and I thought it’d be cool if you wore it and it’s never been used before and it’s blue and you like blue you know?” Connor rambled

No one had ever given him something like this before or told them something so personal. It must have been embarrassing to bring up something like that from the past but Connor had done it because Evan had asked. Connor had hung onto the tie all these years, it probably still hurt to think about not getting invited to any parties but he still dug it up to let Evan use it.

Evan felt his heart start to beat fast and he started to sweat.

“I mean I’m not gonna wear it so only if you want to you can and -” Connor was still talking.

Evan leaned forward and kissed him. Connor jerked back and Evan’s face heated up and his body froze.

Oh god, what had he done? He hadn’t even though that through a little bit. He had just thought it would be nice to do then he did it. What if Connor got up and left? What if he never wanted to talk to Evan again?

Evan’s mind was going a mile a minute, but he tried his best to concentrate on Connor.

Connor looked slightly scared for some reason, then just nervous, then something that looked like guilt, before he met Evan’s eyes. They stared, wide-eyed for a few heartbeats then Connor lurched forward, and kissed Evan. Evan threw his arms around Connor’s neck and kissed him desperately. Connor snaked his arms around Evan’s middle and clung to him. Evan made a soft noise into Connor’s mouth and was kissed harder.

They kissed and kissed and kissed and finally Evan pulled back a little. His heart was wildly pounding in his chest. He rested his forehead on Connor’s and took in shaky breaths. They just sat there holding each other after that. Their chests were pressed together, and Evan could feel Connor’s heart beating just as fast as his.

#be more chill #dear evan hansen #boyf riends #treebros #richjake #pinkberry #zolana #galaxy gals #deh #bmc #AU fanfiction #fanfic

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Title: Dance With Me (It Won’t Kill Ya) Lesson 5.2 Pairing: Kacchako (side Todomomo, side Kirimina) Dance/College AU Rating: M Word Count: 5,175 Read on Ao3 Summary: When Bakugou damages university property, he’s forced to take dance lessons with the best dance student at the school, Uraraka. There’s no way he’ll actually enjoy learning to dance though… right?

Absolutely not…

Ayyy an update for Uraraka’s birthday! Thanks to @its-love-u-asshole for betaing this!

The first day, everyone was quick to realize Bakugou bedridden or on crutches was way worse than Bakugou normally.

"Dude, you gotta calm down!" Kirishima said, dodging a pillow Bakugou whipped at his head.

"Fuck off, Kirishima!" he snarled. "I'm not supposed to move my goddamn leg and I'm going to kill somebody."

"Right, right. And it's probably going to be me cause I'm directly in front of you all the damn time," Kirishima said, repeating Bakugou's own words. "Look, I wanna help you man, but you gotta calm down!"

"Fuck it! I don't need your help. I'll go to the goddamn dining hall and get all my own food and just sit with my leg elevated or whatever the fuck!" he snapped, punching his fist against the bed.

"Dude-"

A knock interrupted their argument and Bakugou glared sharply at the door. "Go the fuck away!"

"It's me!" A muffled feminine voice came from outside the room. "Uraraka!"

Bakugou folded his arms against his chest. "I said go away!" he snapped. She was one of the last people he wanted to see. She was such a distraction! And, he didn't want to talk about shit he couldn't do... and most likely she would talk about dance and deep down he would feel guilty he couldn't practice for their shit.

"B-Bakugou-kun, please?" she said, her voice soft against the door.

Kirishima rolled his eyes and made his way over, opening it up, knowing Bakugou couldn't do anything about it. He growled, turning his gaze away from her. She stood in the doorway holding a plastic bag full of small muffins, her gloved hands cupping the bag. She bit her lip. "I... I was hoping we could talk for a minute?" she asked.

Kirishima smiled. "Have at it! I'll leave you two," he said, leaning over to grab his jacket and keys before slipping out the door.

Bakugou kept his gaze to his bed sheets, not wanting to look at her. She looked cute in her pink gloves and matching pink hat, the same ones she wore to the game the other night.

"I uhm..."

"I told you to go away..." he growled.

"Please... I... I just want to talk for a minute," she said, the bag crinkling under her intense grip.

"You're not gonna leave until we do," he sighed, pushing himself up on his bed, making space for her.

Her brown eyes were wide with worry, her cheeks flushed. She unzipped her jacket and placed it next to his bed, pulling her gloves and hat off, her hair standing on ends with static.

"Well I... I made muffins!" she said with a smile and gently thrust the bag towards him. His red eyes widened as he looked at the small brown treats in the plastic bag. "I don't think they're very good, but maybe you might like them!" she laughed softly.

He unzipped the bag, taking a bite of one. She was right. They weren't very good, but he chewed and swallowed anyway. She worked hard on them or... something... "Mmm..." he hummed.

"Y-You don't have to lie! They're pretty awful."

"It's thought that counts..." he mumbled, swallowing it down.

"R-RIght," she said. "I was working on them all day, which is why it took me so long to stop by but I... wanted to apologize... again," she said.

She spent the majority of the time in the sports infirmary profusely apologizing for calling out his name. He snapped that it wasn't her fault but really... it kind of was. He never would've looked towards her if she had just cheered normally.

"Stop," he mumbled. "We fuckin' talked about this!"

"I know, but Kirishima said you've been so grouchy and I just... I wanted to do something nice for you."

"Well... fuck," he snorted.

"I'll take that as a thank you," she giggled. "See, I speak 'Bakugou'."

"Hah!" he snapped, turning towards her big brown eyes. "That's not a fuckin' language."

"It basically is," she teased.

"Oi," he said, gently pushing her arm. "Shaddup."

She giggled and slipped her hand towards him. "Okay, Bakugou-kun." She inched her fingers forward, gently stroking her finger over his and he stared at their hands, moving closer to lay on his on top of hers. He liked having his hand there. It felt comfortable. Natural somehow. "I..." she breathed, her eyes turning towards his, her cheeks a bit flushed. "I wanted to... offer you help at all if you need it this week-"

"I don't need help," he snapped, his fingers twitching against hers, his gaze turning away. He was pouting, and he felt like an idiot, but he didn't want her goddamn help. He wanted to sort all this shit out on his own. In one week, if he just stayed off his leg for one week, he could go back to dancing with her and all would be normal.

"...Okay..." she whispered, and he hated the sad look which crossed her eyes. She kept her gaze down on the floor, her fingers trembling. "I just hate that... you called me a distraction and then... it turns out this whole time you were right and now you're hurt and I-"

"Oi!" he growled, wrapping his hand around hers. "You're... not..." he paused, letting out a sigh. Tears were welling up in her eyes, and the last thing he wanted to do was have her cry. He slowly moved closer to her, careful not to adjust his leg wrong. "I shouldn't have fucking looked over when I heard you. I was just so goddamn surprised when you called my name 'cause... I didn't think you'd come to somethin' like that," he mumbled, clutching her hand hard. "I... fuck..." he grumbled, rubbing his free hand down his face.

Her brown eyes trembled as she looked at him. "I just hate that I-"

"Well you know what I hate?!" he snapped. "I hate that I can't fuckin' practice shit like this!" he said. "I hate that... you keep fucking blaming yourself because even if you are a distraction, you're a distraction I fucking want!" he yelled.

"E-Eh?" she blinked and suddenly he was distinctly aware of the fact that Uraraka Ochako, this dumb girl he couldn't stop thinking about, was sitting on his goddamn bed.

A tear slipped from her eye and she went to wipe it but he grabbed her other wrist. "S-Sorry, Bakugou-kun I just..."

"Stop," he said. "Stop apologizing. You didn't do shit wrong." He reached forward and gently brushed his finger against her cheek, wiping away the tear.

"I know but I-"

"Oi..." he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers. "Don't make me shut you up," he breathed.

Her cheeks were red and her hand turned, lacing her fingers against his. "...You... You can if you want to," she whispered. Her nose brushed against his and her eyes fell to his lips and fuck... he wanted her. They were already on his goddamn bed.

"...Fucking hell," he whispered and cupped her cheek with his hand, pulling her lips to his. They were just as soft as he always remembered and he nibbled on her lower lip, eliciting a soft moan from her own. She was so goddamn cute whenever they did stuff like this and he hated how quickly she took over his body and mind.

"K-Katsuki..." she whispered and moved closer, squeezing his hand. He brushed his thumb gently over her fingers and swiped his tongue along her lip, pressing it into her mouth. She pulled back from him, her chest heaving, breath slipping from her lips. "I know you don't want me to yet but I-"

"Shut up," he hissed and grabbed both of her cheeks, kissing her hard. "Don't you dare say what I think you were going to," he snarled, nipping at her lip. "I don't get that until we fucking do this goddamn competition."

"Okay..." she breathed, pecking his lips once more. "Can I... at least say that I… like you?"

"Fuck..." he muttered and lowered his hand to her hip, slowly laying back as he brought her with him, laying her next to him. The bed wasn't very large, but she was small, lying on her side as she looked down at him, her brown hair brushing against her cheek.

"What?" she said, a gentle smile pulling across her face. "Should I not have said that?" she whispered, leaning down to brush her lips over his again. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, pressing against his own wet muscle, their breath heating up and mingling between their lips. His fingers snaked through her hair, pushing on the back of her head to deepen their kiss.

He pulled back, taking in a sharp breath, and he brushed his finger over her lips. "You're okay, I guess."

A smile pulled across her cheeks and she giggled, leaning down to nuzzle her nose against his cheek. "I'm so glad you like me too, Katsuki," she said. Apparently she really did speak his language.

"Ochako..." he whispered, her name feeling surprisingly gentle.

"You know... I could just... stay here tonight..." she said quietly, her finger tracing down his jaw.

He smirked. "Oh?" He pushed himself up, flipping her onto her back as he hovered over her. Immediately, he winced, collapsing down onto of her.

"Oof! K-Katsuki!" she gasped, her hands pressing against his muscular back. "A-Are you okay?!"

"Shit..." he mumbled, pressing his nose against her neck. "F-Fuck... I..."

"Did you lean on your foot weird?" she said softly. Her fingers ran through his blond strands, a small sigh slipping from her lips.

"...yes..." he mumbled.

"You need to take it easy... we can ... do all that stuff later, okay?" she said, and he slowly pushed himself off of her, rolling to the side as he turned to look at her.

"Idiot," he muttered and pushed her nose with his finger.

"I know, I know," she giggled and leaned forward to kiss him once more. "I can still... sleep here. Like... actually sleep," she said.

"Yeah, yeah..." he muttered, leaning forward to kiss her again. He turned slightly to the side, tucking the pillow under her head. He yanked the blanket over their bodies and gently rest his hand on her waist, pulling her closer to him. "We're still not together. I'm not... I won't..."

"You won't ask me until I forgive you after we dance the competition," she said softly, tucking her head under his chin. "I know."

"Yeah..." he muttered. "You better know."

"I do," she said and draped her arm over his side. She was so small and comfortable next to him. Bakugou surely wouldn't have minded if this happened again.

Like hell he was going to tell her that though.

"It's not going to fucking help!" he snapped, practically hopping on his leg as he tried to adjust the crutches. He knew he looked like a goddamn fool and he wasn't prepared for Half and Half and his weirdo beautiful girlfriend to look at him like he was a fucking idiot.

"It will!" Uraraka insisted, gently placing her hand under his arm as he leaned forward on the crutches.

"Oi! I told you I didn't need help!"

She puffed out her cheeks, trying not to laugh at him. "Well you looked like a bunny hopping around just now, so I kinda just thought..."

"Oh what the fuck ever, Ochako!" he snapped.

She blushed at the mention of her first name, and he forgot how close they were the night before. Uraraka spent the night in his bed, the two of them sleeping next to each other until she woke up in the morning and went back to her own room to change for practice. Bakugou was thankful Kirishima was fucking that pink-haired bitch, so he spent the night in her room instead of coming back.

The last thing he needed was Kirishima's nosy questions.

"A-Anyway," she said, holding the door open for him. He glared at her. Why did she think he couldn't do things on his own!? He hobbled past her. "I asked Momo-chan and Todoroki-kun to help us and I really think it'll be good! We can watch how they dance my choreography and learn-"

"When are you going to realize I hate this shit?!" he said, using the crutches to move towards the studio door. He stuck them under his armpits and awkwardly leaned forward to yank the door open. It immediately closed before he could hobble through it and he let out a frustrated grunt. Damn stupid door, not staying open long enough!

"K-Katsuki-"

"Oi! I. Can. Do. It," he growled, leaning forward again to pull the door open. The same thing happened and he wanted to kick the door with his stupid messed up leg. "Fuck!"

The door yanked open and Half and Half stood, looking Bakugou up and down. "Ah, Bakugou-san. Didn't expect to see you here."

"Why the hell wouldn't I be here Half and Half?!" he hissed, hobbling by him.

"Because you can't dance," he said bluntly. "Or rather, you shouldn't be with your injury. You'll only make it worse if you-"

"Fuckin' shut the fuck up. I know. I'm here to watch your stupid ass," he growled, making his way over towards the front of the studio.

Todoroki turned around, looking at his ass if he wondered why it was suddenly stupid.

Bakugou leaned against the mirror, letting his crutches fall to the ground as he started to lower himself down. "K-Katsuki!" Uraraka called out and rushed to his side, breezing past Todoroki and Momo. She grabbed his arm, helping to lower him to the ground.

"Shitty round face," he hissed. "I don't need your help!"

"I know, I know, just take it easy, okay?" she said and sighed. He stretched forward, letting his leg rest against the ground.

"Is everything okay, Ochako-chan?" Momo asked, slowly approaching them. She knew the blond was prone to outbursts even more so now he was down for the count and she didn't want to stir the pot at all.

"Ah... yeah, I was hoping you and Todoroki-kun could help us practice today?" she asked, clapping her hands together.

"Well, of course we can! But I don't think it's smart for Bakugou-san to be-"

"No, no, no!" Uraraka shook her head fast. "I was hoping you two could do our choreography and we could learn through observation!"

Bakugou rolled his eyes at even the phrase 'observation'. He hated observing and he told her this before. Of course, this time was a little different. He couldn't exactly dance and she wanted their routine to stay fresh in his head.

Puffing out his cheeks, he folded his arms over his chest. "Can we just get this fucking shit over with?"

Uraraka frowned and stomped over to him, gently slapping the side of his head with her hand. "Knock it off! Todoroki-san and Momo-chan are being kind enough to help us! So keep your damn mouth shut."

"Fuck, what the hell, Ochako!?" he hissed, rubbing the side of his head.

"I didn't even hit you that hard," she snorted and went to the piano to plug her iPod in.

Todoroki and Momo both snickered to themselves at the two, who were now arguing like an old married couple. Momo bit her lip looking at her best friend, and Uraraka tilted her head for a moment, happy that Momo didn't ask whatever question she was currently holding back.

She and Bakugou were not together and they wouldn't be until after the competition. That was what they decided.

"Are you guys ready? Do you remember everything?" Uraraka asked, tapping her foot up and down. Bakugou felt guilty, watching her body move slightly. It was obvious she wanted to dance too, but now was not exactly the time for it.

Why the fuck did he have to suck so bad? Why did it seem like he could never be exactly what she needed all the damn time?

"We remember most of it," Todoroki muttered. They were still not supposed to tell Uraraka about Bakugou's extra lessons with Todoroki. So even though Todoroki and Momo knew their dance quite well at this point, they had to at least feign as if they didn't.

"Great! Let's start." Uraraka pushed play, the music starting from the beginning.

She made her way over to the wall and slid down next to Bakugou, Todoroki and Momo taking position in the middle of the room.

"I'll watch from here so I can point stuff out to you from this angle," she explained.

"Whatever," Bakugou muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Your starting posture has really improved," she continued, ignoring Bakugou's frustrating attitude. She knew he was pissed he couldn't actually do anything, but this was their next best option. "Actually you look a lot like Todoroki does when he starts. It's a very classy style," she smiled.

Bakugou bit his lip, paling slightly at the statement. This was another reason he didn't want to 'observe'. Would she notice how much he was copying Todoroki lately?

The two began to move and Uraraka leaned forward. "See how tight Todoroki keeps his feet. He's taking wide steps but they're deliberate. That's something I want to work on with you," she said.

"Mmm," he grunted, looking none too pleased at the statement.

When they went into the first pose, Todoroki dipped Momo back, their faces close. "I-I think we could stand to get... closer in our poses," she said, a slight stumble in her voice and Bakugou smirked.

"What? Are you nervous to get closer to me, Cheeks?" he teased.

"N-No! I just think we hesitate a lot. See how Todoroki-san and Momo-chan go right into the pose. We're always a second off I think because we both take a minute to prepare ourselves, which we really can't afford to be doing. The judges will notice that."

"Fine we'll just charge right in next time."

The two of them went back and forth, watching Todoroki and Momo dance around the room, and Uraraka made sure to have them dance through it a few times. She could tell Bakugou was getting antsy, as he usually did when he was sitting for too long because of his leg.

"Do you want to call it a day?" Uraraka asked, leaning towards him, to bump him with her shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fucking hungry," he muttered. He really wasn't all that hungry, he was just tired of sitting and watching. Listening to how Todoroki was so much better than him wasn't his idea of a good time.

"Why don't we all grab dinner?" she said and hooked her arm under his elbow.

He was about to shrug her off again, but as he started to stand, he realized he needed to lean on her. "Fuck," he grunted, leaning against the wall. She was staring up at him concern in her eyes and he hated that goddamn look. He didn't need her pity or worry. He was fine. In a few days he could walk normally again. "I'm fine," he growled, attempting to lean over to grab his crutches. "I'm just going back to my room," he muttered. The last thing he wanted to do was get dinner with The Perfect Couple™.

"Aw c'mon, Katsuki..." she said, gently wrapping her hand around his as he leaned forward on the crutches. "You need to eat something."

"Yeah I have muffins in my room someone brought me," he hissed. "I'm too fucking tired to go all the way there and walk all the way back."

"Let me help you-"

"No," he muttered. She knew it was difficult for him to accept help, especially when she probably already hurt his pride plenty today. So instead, she sighed, letting him go off on his own.

"Is he going to be okay?" Momo asked.

"I don't know..." Uraraka said. "I think once he's off those crutches he'll be better... or well... better than this." She couldn't imagine he would magically become a kind, generous guy after his injury healed. "Thank you both for your help," she said.

"It's not a problem. Should we get dinner?" Todoroki nodded.

"Mhm, that sounds good," she sighed, glancing to the doorway.

"He's a strong guy, even with the injury," Todoroki stated. "He'll be fine."

"I know that..." she whispered. "I just... I can't stand to see him looking so frustrated all the time."

"It'll be okay," Momo said, wrapping her arm around her friend.

"SHIT!" The sound echoed into the studio, even with the door closed. Then, there was a loud yell outside and the sound of a crash.

Uraraka's eyes widened. "Oh no..." She dashed out of the studio, only to see Bakugou at the end of the hall, pushing awkwardly on the door with his crutch. His bag was on the ground, right next to the door, and she could only assume the loud crashing noise was him throwing the bag against the wall. "K-Katsuki!" she gasped, and ran forward. "Are you okay!?"

Turning directly towards her, he began to yell. "I'm fucking fine! Get the fuck away from me!" For a second, she could almost see tears glistening in his eyes. She knew how frustrated he must be. The last thing Bakugou Katsuki wanted to be was useless. She probably hadn't helped very much, especially since it was her idea to force him to watch Todoroki and Momo. While it had been useful for their dance... it also didn't help Bakugou's spirit.

She gently placed her hand on his back, stroking her other across his cheek. "Katsuki," she whispered. "No one will judge you or think less of you if you need help opening a door while you're on crutches."

"Shut up," he snapped, pulling his face away from her touch. His cheeks were bright red, and she could practically feel how ashamed he was.

She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "Katsuki... please... let me help you. It will only be for a few days and then you can be back to your normal self."

His head hung as he stared down at the ground. "Fucking hell... I fucking hate this." His knuckles were white where he gripped the handles of the crutch, his body trembling. "I just want..." He shook his head.

"What?" she asked, cupping his cheeks, she moved to stand in front of him, her fingers brushing over his face. "What do you want?"

"I... I don't want to feel like I can't fucking do shit!" he hissed. His red eyes met hers, his stare fierce. Even though it had only been a few days, this was slowly killing him inside, she could tell.

She leaned forward and brushed their lips together, she hummed softly, and rest her forehead against his. "You're not useless to me," she smiled. "See? You just kissed me totally fine."

He rolled his eyes. "My damn lips aren't broken."

"I know, you keep running your mouth," she teased.

"Oi..." he growled.

"It's only for a few more days. Then you can open all the doors you want," she smiled, pushing the door open for him as she leaned down to pick up his bag. "For now, me and Kirishima-kun and everyone else can help you. You know most people would be happy to be doted on by their friends!"

"I hate that shit," he snorted, reluctantly making his way through the door.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. This is like your worst nightmare. At least it's only a week and not four."

"Whatever. It's even worse than the damn punishment before cause I can't do anything I like to do!" he hissed.

Uraraka narrowed her eyes. "Things you... like to do? Including... dance." Her lips pulled into a smirk. She was well aware of how serious he was taking things now, but being able to tease him about it was her greatest joy.

"Shut up," he snapped.

She giggled and leaned forward to poke his cheek, knowing he couldn't fight back. "You loooooove dancing." Okay. Maybe she was being a little cruel.

"Fuck. I hate you. I'm going back to my room," he snarled.

"Aw c'mon, Katsuki. Come to dinner with us. I promise it'll be fun and I'll walk you back after. Please?" she said, pressing her hands together, her eyes practically begging.

She knew he wouldn't be able to resist her cute charm.

"Whatever," he growled, letting out a long sigh.

"Yay!" she cheered. "I'm starving. Let me run and grab Todoroki and Momo!" She slung her bag over her back and dashed back in, excited she finally got Bakugou to agree to eating with them and hanging out more... casually.

Bakugou immediately regretted saying yes to dinner. Uraraka kept babying him with the crutches. She ran ahead making sure to open all the doors for him and she helped him sit down, leaning his crutches against an empty chair. He hated it. Even if she looked cute and determined while doing it.

"What do you want to eat? I'll go get you something!" she said.

"Just... bring me whatever you wanna eat," he snorted, not sure what they even had.

"Okay!" she said and hooked arms with Momo. "Come on Momo-chan, let's find something delicious."

"Why of course, Ochako-chan!" she smiled, walking towards the food stations.

Todoroki pushed his chair back and stood up, staring down at Bakugou, his mismatched eyes looking intense. "You really should be nicer to her, she's worried about you."

"Shut up, Half and Half. It's none of your goddamn business."

"And here I thought you were trying to be better for her," he said, clicking his tongue.

"I fucking am! But you don't know what it's like to be-" He trailed off, glancing at the crutches. There were some things he wasn't so desperate to let Todoroki know.

"...Whatever you say Bakugou-san," he shook his head and made his way over to the food.

Bakugou tapped his fingers against the table. He should've gone back to this dorm room like he originally planned. Stupid Uraraka. She kissed him and tried to make him feel better and then he felt damn guilty and said yes. Something about her always got him to agree to stupid bullshit he didn't want to do.

Or maybe she just convinced him to do things he did want to do.

He twisted his lips, looking at the crutches sitting next to him. He hated those damn things. He couldn't wait to be rid of them in a few days. Then he could go back to his stupid lessons with her and stop worrying about dumb shit.

Uraraka came back over holding two plates. "I got you some rice and some steak. I hope that's okay?" she said, placing them down on the table.

"Mmm. It's fine," he said. He pulled the plate towards him and she took her seat next to him, scooting her chair closer.

"They have other stuff, if you're not feeling it, or if that's not enough-" He stopped her from speaking, placing his hand on her head.

"I said it's fine," he grabbed a piece of beef with his chopsticks and shoved it into his mouth, as if to prove a point.

"O-Okay," she smiled. He could tell she enjoyed helping him, even if it made him want to die a little each time it happened.

Moments later, Todoroki and Momo took their seats across from them. "I am starving!" Momo said, a large amount of rice on her plate.

"We need to prepare our energy for tomorrow," Todoroki nodded.

"What's tomorrow?" Uraraka tilted her head, shoving rice into her mouth. She looked ravenous, and it had been awhile since they ate a few of her muffins earlier, Bakugou couldn't blame her. The more food he ate, the hungrier he realized he was.

"The invitational practice!" Momo cupped her drink and brought it to her lips.

Uraraka gasped, some rice falling from her chopsticks. "AH! I completely forgot! With everything going on, I can't believe I didn't remember it was so soon!"

"The fuck is that?" Bakugou asked, glancing between the three of them.

"It's fun!" Uraraka said. "We get to practice with people from another school. Midnight-sensei always sets it up once a year."

"This year we're doing it with Ketsubutsu. They have some amazing dancers!" Momo said with a smile.

"The fuck? Do you compete?" Bakugou asked, raising his eyebrow. He was down for the count, so it wasn't like he could compete with Uraraka.

"It depends on the school," Todoroki explained. "Sometimes they want to compete, sometimes it's just practicing for fun and trying out dancing with different partners."

"Last year, Shiketsu came and Inasa was so competitive with Shouto," Momo laughed, gently touching his shoulder.

"I don't know why. He always gets like that, even during actual competitions."

"I know!" Momo giggled, leaning towards Bakugou. "I think he has a crush on Shouto," she whispered.

"It's not that," Todoroki muttered, a hint of red on his cheeks.

Uraraka covered her mouth, snickering, and even Bakugou couldn't help but huff out a small laugh.

"That's what you get for being a pretty boy, Half and Half!" he snorted.

"Anyway," Todoroki coughed. "Last year we competed, but who knows how this year will go. Sometimes we swap partners and try out different things."

"It's too bad you're hurt," Momo sighed, bringing up the forbidden topic. "I'm sure Midnight-sensei would've let you join in."

"Forget it, I only dance with her," he said, folding his arms over his chest, tilting his head towards Uraraka. "It's not worth it otherwise."

"Aww!" Momo giggled. "That was very cute of you, Bakugou-san!"

"Shut up, Ponytail!" he hissed.

Uraraka leaned towards him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Thank you Katsuki. You could come watch if you want. Especially if it turns into a mini-competition, it might be fun for you to see."

Bakugou narrowed his eyes, suddenly skeptical of this joint practice. "Are you doing solo dances or partnering up?" Bakugou muttered.

"Well since you're out of commission," she giggled, nudging his shoulder. "Probably solo dances."

"You could dance with someone from Ketsubutsu," Todoroki suggested.

Bakugou clutched his chopsticks, wrapping his fingers around them tightly. Would Uraraka really just dance with some extra from another school!?

"I guess! But who knows who they have or what their plans are. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. I hope you come, Katsuki," she smiled.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered noncommittally. Like hell he was going to go and watch her dance with someone else when he was injured.

He knew he technically had no claim over her, dating or not... they weren't officially dance partners and for that, he had no one to blame but himself.

But the last thing he wanted to do was watch her dance with some nobody from another school, the thought alone made his blood boil.

#kacchako #uraraka ochako #bakugou katsuki #BHNA #boku no hero academia #dance AU #college au #side todomomo #side kirimina #dance with me #AYYY updating on Uraraka's birthday #lmfao <3 #my girl

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cagedbirdsong · 6 years

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hello everyone! here i am with the next part of to build a home! i hope you all enjoy it ~ it was fun to write. not a super action packed chapter but a lot of information condensed pretty quick. we’re getting into the good stuff, people!

before reading, please note that this chapter takes place almost exactly a year after the last chapter. this is because a lot of the stuff i wanted to have happen was easier to write with a small time gap, and there was also no need in my mind to bore you guys with lots of small details and filler chapters. in an effort to keep the story moving, i saw it as the best decision!

without further ado, here we go! feedback is welcomed, encouraged, and appreciated (as always). much love to all of you - you’re the reason i do this.

Part Six

Castle Leoch, Summer 1745

“It’s getting a wee bit uncomfortable around here for my taste,” Murtagh muttered, finishing relieving himself against a tree and jostling his kilt back into place. He glanced over at Jamie, who was similarly making himself orderly, and folded his arms. “We should go. Ye dinna want tae get caught ‘tween Colum and Dougal if they’ve their minds set apart.”

Jamie sighed, wiping his hands on his coat and folding his arms, turning to look out over a small pasture of milling sheep. “Aye, I know.” Over the last few months, tension in Castle Leoch had skyrocketed to an all time high. When he and Claire had arrived the previous spring, there had been the murmurings of a division between the Mackenzie chief and the war chief, but everything had come to a head much quicker than Jamie liked. Rather than murmurings, there was now flat out talk of Dougal’s support for the Bonnie Prince Charlie, and some of the men had even begun to declare themselves along with him. To Jamie, it felt as if he were perched on a ledge. Below him, rocks and churning waters lie waiting, and at his back some great beast crept closer and closer. He could feel its hot breath on his neck. Jump, or turn and fight? Had this been the issue a few years prior, he would have known his answer immediately, but he had Claire to worry about now, and the decision was not one that came lightly.

“So, what say ye? Why not home to Lallybroch?” Murtagh’s thick brows were furrowed, and he chewed pensively on his moustache.

Jamie shook his head, hands dropping to his sides. “And risk having Ian and Jenny, not ta mention all the tenants, brought into it? Pick sides and have the British hate them or the rest o’ the Scots? No, I dinna think so. I’m still Laird, and it’s my job to protect them. Going home would do naught but make things worse.”

Murtagh grunted a little, running a hand along his chin as the two began to walk back down towards the Castle. “Aye, well enough. What about just going then? We could live on the road, we’ve done it before. It wouldnae be hard.”

While he was, to a degree, right, Jamie snorted and shook his head, curls bouncing. “Would ye have me sleeping beneath a tree with my wife come winter?” His tone was in jest, but his eyes were dull and far-off. “I promised to protect her as well, make sure she has food, a bed to sleep. I’ll no go back on that either. Besides, thing have been good for us here. After Brigid,” he paused, “well, I’m no’ quick to uproot us again.”

He thought he heard Murtgah mutter something about married life making him soft, but his godfather nodded and clapped his shoulder briefly. “I ken it, laddie. I was there. But ye canna be thinking a bed o’ snakes to be safer than a bed o’ grass, hmph? Ye must make the decision before it’s too late, Jamie.” He gave him a pointed look and Jamie sighed, running a hand down his face.

“I hear ye, a charaid. I’ll talk it o’er with Claire, aye? I dinna think we need worry just yet.” But even as he offered Murtagh a smile and they fell into step on the road back to the castle, he wondered how much of what he said was true. How much time did they have? And would it be enough?

Claire looked up as Jamie entered the room with a smile, bent over the washbasin and running her wet hands through her hair. She wore a thin shift and had the shutters open to admit some of the cool night air. “Long day?” She asked, twisting her curls up into a bun as he shrugged out of his coat, offering her a smile in return as he hung it up.

“Oh, aye. I’m proper sore but no worse for wear than last ye saw me.” He toed off his boots and set them down as well, pausing to give Claire a quick kiss as he crossed to the washbasin to take his turn wiping some of the dirt from the day off his arms and face. “And you, my Sassenach? How was your day?”

“Oh, not terribly exciting, I’m afraid,” she said, setting a clean nightshirt on the bed for him. “One of the young boys got hit in the head with a rock while they were playing down by the river and needed a few stitches above his eye. He should heal up nicely. Other than that it was mostly runny noses and runny asses, if you can believe it.”

Jamie chuckled, holding his head over the basin to pour water from the ewer over his hair. When he was done, he shook like a dog and finished getting ready for the night, tugging the clean shirt she had laid out for him on. “Oh, aye. Seems everyone has a cold or a stomach bug. I blame the neeps Mrs. Fitz has been cooking, but dinna tell her I told ye that.”

“Careful,” Claire laughed, going to close the shutters in hopes of keeping out bugs and bats while they slept. “If she hears you’re talking bad about all her hard work you’ll get nothing but scraps for your dinner and she’ll likely beat you with the wooden spoon.” She stooped to blow out the candle on the table and climbed into next to Jamie, scooting down beneath the covers to lie with him. “When I went down for dinner she told me she sent one of the boys down to the fields with some food for you and Murtagh. Did you eat?”

Jamie vibrated against her back with a hum of laughter and leaned his nose down into her hair, taking a deep breath. She must have been collecting sage today, he thought: she reeked of it. “Aye, I’m alright.” He paused, wondering if he should bring up the conversation he had with Murtagh, and Claire rolled in his arms to face him, sliding her chilly feet down his legs as she scooted closer, head tilted to look up at his face.

“What’s bothering you?” She asked softly, running a hand through his wet curls. “Something’s been off about you since you came in, but I couldn’t put my finger on what. Is everything alright with Murtagh?”

Jamie sighed and pressed his forehead to hers, rubbing circles in the small of her back. “Everything’s well wi’ the auld fool, it’s just something we were talking about earlier that’s got me thinking.” He closed his eyes for a moment, taking comfort in the gentle scrape of her nails against his scalp, and then opened his eyes and licked his lips, taking a deep breath. “Dougal supports the Jacobites, ye ken that already, and Colum willna pledge his allegiance to the Bonnie Prince.” He paused.

“Yes, of course. I think everyone more or less knows that.” Her eyebrows furrowed. “What else?”

“Well,” Jamie began again. “Ye must have heard the whispers round the castle the last few weeks, folk saying they’ll side wi’ Dougal should it come to it, help raise funds for the Jacobite cause.” Claire nodded. “Dougal’s declared himself outright now, broken the oath he swore to Colum. There’s talk of a mutiny, and people have begun dividing already. Just this afternoon two o’ the men down tending cows got in a fight o’er what we should be doing.”

Claire frowned, her hands stilling in his hair. “Yes, I’d heard rumour of all of this from some of the women earlier, but what do you mean by it? Surely you don’t mean to declare, do you? One way or another?” From the tone in her voice, Jamie took it she already knew what his decision was, and was just waiting for him to voice it.

“No, and there lies the issue o’ it. If I dinna come out and say I’ll stand by Colum, he’ll take my silence as treachery. But if I do come out and support him, I’ll have Dougal and the men who follow him to answer to. Same thing goes for if I declare myself a Jacobite. I canna see an outcome that doesna end wi’ my head on a pike.” He was frowning by now as well, a crease of worry between his brows, and Claire shuddered in his arms, pressing closer to him.

“What are you suggesting we do, then?”

“Murtagh thinks we should leave,” Jamie sighed, “get out and get clear o’ here before everything boils over and we canna avoid leaning one way or another. There still might be time enough that if we leave it willna be seen as taking sides. It would be the best - the safest - decision.”

Claire leaned back to look at him a bit better, face half shadowed in the dark of the bedroom. “I’m sensing a but here, James Fraser.”

He nodded. “Aye. We can leave, but we canna go back to Lallybroch, no’ wi’ the risk o’ all of this blowing back on Ian and Jenny and the tenants. At least this way we have some time, they have some time, and we can think about what we’re going to do before we declare for one side or the other. Murtagh suggests we live on the road, but I told him that willna do either. Not yet.”

Claire was quiet for a few moments, thinking, and her hand came to rest on Jamie’s chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath her palm. “What about your cousin Jared? You’ve been in contact with him, haven’t you? I’m sure he could give us somewhere to stay until this all blows over.” Her tone was hopeful, but Jamie knew, and so did she, that it would not just be the dispute among the Mackenzie clan that would be the issue: it would soon become the entirety of Scotland dividing and deciding whether or not to support the prince across the sea or remain under British rule.

“Jared would help us, aye, of course, but I dinna see how that option is any better.” Jamie moved to sit up a bit, leaning to light the candle on his bedside table, and Claire propped herself on her elbow, one hand playing with the hem of his shirt as she looked up at him. “Besides, it’s Paris where Charlie’s gathering supporters. To go there could be more dangerous than to stay here.”

“Maybe the French countryside then,” Claire offered, pursing her lips. “We could find somewhere to stay until Culloden gets closer and we have to come back and try to keep Lallybroch safe. You could work on a farm I’m sure, and maybe I could start a practice. I - we could start over, at least for now. We could be safe and happy for the next two years, at least. And who knows. Maybe all of this will work itself out and the men at Lallybroch won’t even need to get involved. If you don’t pledge yourself to the Prince he can’t call upon your men for service. Maybe we just need to stay off the radar, is all?” She looked up at him with a strange look in her eyes, and Jamie sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Aye, maybe,” he said softly. “But I canna think any more on it right now, and worrying willna do either of us any good. Let’s just get some sleep, mm? And we can think about it when it gets closer.” He scooted back down to lay next to Claire, tucking his arm beneath her as she cuddled up against his side, legs entwined with his and her head resting on his chest. “There should be time enough for us to make a plan.”

He felt her nod a little and the room went quiet, but he made no move to blow out the candle and neither one of them fell asleep for a long while.

“Claire?” Jamie tapped one knuckle on the half open door of the Beaton’s room as he ducked inside, eyes adjusting to the dimness of the room in comparison to the hall.

Claire was bustling over something in the back of the room, and looked up when he came in, turning towards the door. “Yes, just back here. Come in and shut the door behind you.” She didn’t sound like something was wrong, but there was a pinched tone to her voice, and he locked the door quickly, feeling anxious.

“Claire? Are ye alright? The lad who came to fetch me at the stable said to hurry.” He crossed the floor to come stand by her, peering down at the table. There were a few pieces of parchment, typical letters from Ian and Jenny, one from Jared, and a few notes in Claire’s scrawling writing. There was one that caught his eye immediately, set aside from the rest, and he reached for it with suddenly clammy hands, his heart hammering.

“I saw the seal and opened it,” Claire whispered, moving closer to his side. “A man I didn’t recognize brought it in and gave me explicit directions to give it to you.” Her voice was uneasy, and she touched one hand to Jamie’s coat as he unfolded the paper. It bore a simple red wax seal, but there was an insignia on the back that made his skin crawl.

“It’s from Prince Charlie,” he said, his voice sounding odd and far away in his own ears as he began to skim the letter. “It’s thanking those listed below for their support of the Jacobite cause, requesting they gather men to fight.” He stopped reading to glance over at Claire, whose face had gone pale and tight. He kept reading. “He says he’s coming to Scotland. He’s going to try and fight the British.” Beneath the letter were dozens of listed names, supporters.

Jamie’s throat grew tight and he licked his lips, setting the envelope down on the table without a word.

“Jamie?” Claire breathed, and he could hear the fear in her voice.

It had been just over a week since they had talked about leaving Castle Leoch, refraining from declaring for one side or the other. They thought they had time. Apparently, their time had run up, and Jamie wondered briefly if there had actually ever been any chance for them at all, or if time had run out on them long ago.

In neat, dark black ink on the bottom of the page, five words sealed their fate: James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser.

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The Misadventures of Prince Kim - chapter 52

Kim tries to fight a ghost and it’s 3am and I’m awake for some reason so don’t question it

Also on AO3 as always

Jalil just looked at the cast on Alix’s arm and sighed, disappointment written all over his face.

“Are you going to tell me off?” she asked him. It would probably feel less awful than his silence, somehow.

“No.”

“Really? Why not?”

“Because at this point you’re just a lost cause. Sellotape cannot fix a broken hang-glider.”

“Actually it was duct tape, and I put on loads of it! It should have worked, ‘cause duct tape can fix anything.”

Jalil sat down on the edge of the bed. “I’m just relieved it’s only a minor fracture. You could have been seriously injured.”

“I know that!” She tried to lift up her arm to poke him, but even through the haze of painkillers it hurt enough to make her head swim, so she put it back down. “Ugh, this sucks…”

“You bet it does. What are we going to tell dad?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, tell him I tripped over or something.”

Jalil raised his eyebrows. “You tripped over. And broke your arm. By tripping over.”

“Okay, tell him I tripped down the stairs! Just don’t mention the hang-glider.”

“Alright, fine. As long as you do things that aren’t dangerous from now on.”

Like what? Jalil considered anything fun to be “dangerous”, which really didn’t leave a lot of choice. Rollerskating? Not with a broken arm. Monopoly? That could result in death brawls, so also not with a broken arm. Guitar practice? Definitely not with a broken arm! Alix just glared down at the cast on her arm, wishing there was a way to magically fix it. Having this thing on for four weeks was not going to be fun. It wasn’t the first time, and it probably wouldn’t be the last, and she always hated it.

“I have an idea!” Jalil said, a smile finally back on his face. “You could always give Kim and Max the Royal Tour.”

Oh yes, that thing. Older parts of the palace were open during the summer months for tourists to learn about the history of the country. Alix had been taught the facts so often she knew them inside-out, although she herself had never actually given the tour to anyone. At the moment only palace residents and guests were allowed into the tour areas and anyway, there was nothing much to do there.

“Max has already been on the tour,” she pointed out. “And I can’t do it today, for starters these painkillers are messing with my brain, I can’t remember a thing. Also Kim and Max aren’t here right now, they went to the city to… uh... platonically hang out…” More like romantically make out, but whatever.

“You don’t have to do it today, of course. You need to rest right now. Do it tomorrow, so you don’t interrupt Kim and Max’s completely 100% platonic event-which-is-not-a-date.”

Despite how fogged up her brain was, she had to smile at that. “I’m not fooling you, am I?”

“No one is fooled, we all saw that TV interview this morning. By tomorrow, the entire continent will have caught on that they’re a couple.”

“Do you think they’ll be okay with it?”

“I think so. You don’t remember because you were very young at the time, but Queen Sol seemed to fare okay when she came out. Max’s approval rating is currently even higher than hers was at the time, so I’m sure the news will be taken well.”

Oh, thank goodness. She did worry for her friends sometimes. Of course Kim’s country might not react the same way, but for the moment there were far more important things to focus on there – like avoiding a war with the planet’s biggest, baddest empire. Coming out could wait.

“Anyway,” Jalil said, “we’re getting off the subject. You have to promise me you won’t do anything dangerous from now on, at least until your arm is healed.”

Alix pouted – danger was subjective! Hang-gliding wasn’t dangerous, she had worn a helmet and she didn’t die, so it was okay, wasn’t it?

Jalil held out his little finger. “Pinkie-promise?”

“What do you mean by dangerous?”

“I think you know what I mean. You had told me you were going to start making an effort to be less reckless, so now I want you to actually do that.”

Well she was trying! Why could she still not do it? She really hadn’t thought about it before attacking that broken hang-glider with tape and then running up to the north wing tower, and she hadn’t thought before setting her snake loose to drop a chandelier in a crowded hall, or sassing a teacher, or getting into a fight during a lacrosse match, or anything at all…

“Am I a bad pharaoh?” she asked suddenly.

“Why do you ask that?”

“Well… I haven’t really done anything good for the country yet, and I’m just… you know… not good at being sensible. And things always go wrong, even when I try to be good. It’s why this timeline right now is literally the only one which isn’t horribly tragic and full of misery and death – because I’m lucky.” She tried to cross her arms, only to be painfully reminded that one of them was in a cast right now and unable to properly move. “See, I just broke my own arm and it was my fault. You should have been pharaoh, not me! I’m bad at it, aren’t I?”

Jalil was silent for a few seconds, before simply saying, “My answer is no.”

“What are you talking about? Of course I am. I’m even admitting it. I’m a rubbish pharaoh and inheritance laws are stupid.”

“You leaping off a tower expecting a bit of cloth taped to a stick to save you is nothing to do with being a pharaoh. You’ve already done plenty of things worthy of… a certain ancestor.”

He glanced towards the royal sceptre leaning against the edge of the bed. Alix grabbed it with her non-broken arm and flicked it open, the familiar hologram of the lady holding the clock popping up. She probably hadn’t actually looked like that in real life, but what mattered was what she had done for the country, not what she looked like – and she had done a lot.

“There’s no way I’ve done anything nearly as cool as her,” Alix said, shutting the lid again and tossing the sceptre aside. “Everyone knows how awesome and amazing she was. And what have I done with my life so far? Beat up my best friend during a game of Monopoly, threw flower petals at a teacher, way too much other stupid stuff to mention…”

“Have a think about it,” Jalil said, standing up. “Trust me when I say that you are a great pharaoh. And I’m not just saying that because you’re my sister – it’s true. Otherwise I wouldn’t say it. Anyway, I have to go now, I should probably let dad know why you won’t be leaving your room today – because you ‘tripped down the stairs’. Let’s hope he believes me.”

Yeah, there was no way their father was going to believe that. But there was nothing else to do. Jalil left the room, leaving Alix alone sitting on the bed, the cast weighing down her arm and her mind drowning in crazy amounts of shock and paracetamol. Pain didn’t really faze her anymore. Of course it had hurt when she had landed, it had hurt a lot, but it was nothing compared to snake venom, so whatever…

How could Jalil say she was a good pharaoh though? Who would honestly think something like that? Maybe once the painkillers wore off she would be able to figure out why he thought so, but for now all it did was mix up the wires in her brain even more.

The next morning’s newspapers were all filled to the brim with news about Kim’s interview the previous day. Not only that, but every single one of them seemed to agree on one thing – they all loved Prince Kim to pieces.

Max spread out the newspapers over the table while they were having breakfast. “Look at this! Glowing reports everywhere! This is fantastic, Kim, you’re doing so well!”

Kim wasn’t even looking at the newspapers, he was staring at Max with a very stupid, sappy expression on his face. “Yeah, I am, aren’t I?”

“You are! Several of these make mention of the terrible situation your country is in back at home too, some even going so far as to accuse the Agreste Empire… this bodes very well indeed for your application to the International Alliance…”

“Oh good, ‘cause I don’t want all that paperwork to have been for nothing.” He leaned his head on his arm, still watching Max intently. “And do they say anything about… well…”

“The ‘sweet friend’ thing? A few of them do.” Max held up one of the papers. “They’ve been… um… speculating a bit.”

“Are they allowed to do that?” Kim finally tore his eyes away from Max and looked at Alix. “Can they say stuff like that in the newspapers?”

Alix had mostly been busy trying not to puke – whether that was because she’d still had to take oodles of painkillers to dull the pain in her broken arm enough to function, or because Kim and Max had enthusiastically described every second of their city date to her and wouldn’t stop gazing at each other all lovey-dovey, she wasn’t sure.

“They can say what they want in the newspapers,” she said. Time to get into a tour guide frame of mind and spew nerdy information. “Kubdel has always prided itself on unrestricted freedom of the press since almost the beginning of this dynasty.” More like since a certain hologram pharaoh came into power and started making impressive reforms, something which Alix could never live up to…

“That is so cool. Max, what else do they say? Do any of them mention yesterday’s city date? I mean, I think we avoided the paparazzi, but who knows?”

“A few of them have mentioned it,” Max said. “It just adds to the speculation. Perhaps once I’m back in my own kingdom I’ll be asked about it directly, and I’ll have to officially come out… ugh, being royalty can really be such a hassle sometimes.” He snapped shut the newspaper he was holding and put it on the table. “Anyway! Alix, are you ready to give us the Royal Tour?”

“I guess so,” she muttered, standing up and trying to ignore how stiff and heavy her arm was. “But Max, I know you’ve been on the tour before, so don’t expect it to be the same. I don’t know how to be a tour guide.”

“That’s alright, I’m sure it’ll be even more entertaining with you telling us everything. And please take care when walking, I don’t want your arm getting even worse…”

“Oh yes, because I walk on my hands, obviously, so of course I’ll hurt my broken arm while walking, especially since it’s in a protective cast and everything. That’ll definitely happen.”

Max chuckled. “See what I mean? Entertaining. Your sarcasm will surely make an already interesting history lesson even better.”

“A fractured arm is nothing,” Kim scoffed, getting up from the table, ready to go. “You haven’t experienced true pain until you’ve had a full arm break, like me.”

“Actually,” Alix said, “you haven’t experienced true pain until you’ve been bitten by a venomous cobra, which painkillers and sedations don’t work against, and is widely considered to be one of the nastiest venom deaths to exist. But sure, I guess a broken arm kinda hurts a bit too. Anyway, come on, let’s get this tour started!”

It was impossible not to start grinning evilly, seeing their shocked faces. What – did they think she couldn’t make morbid jokes? Surely they had known her too long to be surprised at that! In any case, her brain was still so fuzzy from the painkillers that it was hard to take anything seriously. She just stood up and walked off, still grinning. The other two quickly followed.

The old part of the palace was oddly dark and dreary, with a strange lack of modern conveniences that were common in the rest of the palace. The only other people around were the occasional servants doing restoration work or cleaning.

“Welcome to the Royal Tour,” Alix said, standing in the middle of the corridor. “I’ll be your tour guide for today. And also I’m high on paracetamol right now so if I say things that don’t make any sense then please ignore me.”

Max frowned. “Alix, you can’t get high on para–”

“Excuse me, no interrupting the tour!” She bonked him on the head with her sceptre. “This is a history tour. Not science. So leave the scientific facts for school. Okay, so anyway, during this tour I will be telling you the story of the most amazing, awesome, iconic pharaoh to ever exist. You know who I mean, right?”

“Cleopatra,” said Kim.

“NO!” She bonked him on the head too, before opening the lid of her sceptre to show them the hologram. “I’m talking about this lady right here, the great Pharaoh Rania. Not to be confused with the current queen of Jordania who has the same name.”

“Oh.” Kim looked disappointed. “She doesn’t look anything like Cleopatra.”

“Hey, first things first, no one knows what Cleopatra actually looked like! Second, there were like seven pharaohs called Cleopatra, at least specify which one you mean, jeez. Third, does it matter? Rania was so cool and did so much for this country that it was renamed after her. Well, kinda. It was named after the Kubdel dynasty, of which I am a part. So stop bringing up Cleopatra and just follow me.”

She walked them over to a big map hanging on the wall – an old, frayed one that seemed to be missing some of the far off regions of the world, like Antarctica, and had Terra Australis as one huge landmass that covered half the Pacific.

“This map, from 1705, is what people thought the world looked like back before satellites existed,” Alix said, pointing at it with the sceptre and feeling very much like a geography teacher. “As you can see, the Agreste Empire was way smaller back then. Same with Bourgeois and Anglia. However, Agreste was beginning to take land already ‘cause they’re greedy. They already had a lot of southwestern Europe by this point. And all that separates southwestern Europe from our coasts is Lahiffe, Kanté, and a tiny bit of water we call the Mediterranean.”

“The Mediterranean is not tiny,” Max said.

“Well compared to like the mass of the sun, it is tiny. So be quiet. Anyway, ever since your precious Cleopatra died over a millennium earlier and left this country in the hands of the Romans, things had not been going well here. Even long after the fall of the Roman Empire, while Lahiffe and Kanté had organized governments enough to pick themselves up and begin holding out against the threat of invasion from Agreste, this place was still a mess. But not for long!”

“Because Pharaoh Rania swooped in and saved the day?” Kim asked.

“Not yet. There’s some bad stuff first.”

She led them to a display with six shiny headdresses on it – none as cool as hers, obviously, but still cool.

“Next stop on our tour: the beginnings of the Kubdel dynasty. I’m afraid to say it did not start off well. The first pharaoh was just some weirdo who took power during a famine and told the citizens that in order to hold off Agreste, they had to work harder than ever before. And then used that as an excuse to raise taxes and lots of slave labour and other bad things. And then used the tax money to live in luxury while the commoners suffered and were led to put all their blame on Agreste. So yeah, bad things.”

“That is quite an oversimplification–”

“Max, seriously! I told you I’m too high on paracetamol to remember things! ANYWAY, now is where Pharaoh Rania’s story begins.”

She gestured at the six headdresses.

“Princess Rania, as she was at first, was the youngest of the six royal heirs. All of them had special headdresses made for them when they were born because there were no proper succession laws back then – whoever got the throne got to wear their headdress, and everyone else’s just went to waste. Obviously these here aren’t the actual headdresses, they’re just replicas ‘cause the real ones are buried with their owners.”

“Well that’s lame,” Kim muttered. “At least tell me their corpses were mummified.”

“Kim, we are not in ancient times. No one mummifies people anymore.”

“Aww…”

“Moving on. The older siblings all vied for the throne because for some reason they actually wanted the crushing responsibilities of ruling a country and being an assassination target.”

“Or rather,” Max said, pushing up his glasses, “they all wanted the luxury money and status that being a ruler would get them, and also previous pharaohs had disposed of their own siblings for fear of being overthrown or killed for their crown, and these children had learnt to do the same.”

Max just had to know everything, didn’t he?! He would make a much better tour guide. Alix just rolled her eyes and carried on.

“Basically it was a mess all round. At some point the second and third oldest siblings, I can’t remember their names, both died at the same banquet because they’d both tried to poison each other. After that all the kids had food tasters for obvious reasons. And then the oldest sibling – wait, what was his name again?... Okay I don’t remember so I’m just gonna call him Ramses because that sounds sufficiently pharaoh-y.”

“His name was actually–”

“Shut up, his name is Ramses now. So yeah, Ramses managed to kill his parents in a way that no one could prove so technically by ‘divine right’ that made him pharaoh now. And then he exiled the fourth oldest sibling for being a backstabbing, conniving traitor, apparently. Which was probably a lie. And now for the next stop on the tour…”

Rather than walking anywhere, she simply held up her sceptre and pointed at the jewel embedded in the centre of the lid.

“This cool jewel thing. I’m sure it has an official name but I don’t remember it and I don’t care. The point is, this jewel always gets handed down to the next pharaoh in line as proof that the throne belongs to them. Ramses pretty much stole it from his parents. And he was a really bad ruler, he was super cruel and had no idea how to run a country even with a serious Agreste invasion round the corner and it was bad.”

“Like a crueller version of Chloé’s father,” Max explained to Kim. “Unnecessarily high taxes, squandering all the money, messing up the economy, being selfish enough to make the commoners very unhappy, propelling the country backwards.”

“Max, would you like to give the tour instead of me?”

“No…”

“Exactly what I thought. Come on, next stop.”

Now she led them to a hallway that had a full chariot on display. The paint on the sides was partially scratched off from wear and tear, but it still looked magnificent. Alix climbed onto it and looked down on them.

“I’m literally the only person allowed on this chariot, no one else is allowed to touch it. Because I’m awesome and no one else is as cool as me.”

“Except me,” Kim said quietly, hiding it within a suspiciously fake cough. Alix ignored that.

“So anyway, this chariot belonged to Rania. When she was a young child she was kept very sheltered from all the stupidness and murder going on in her family, since the fifth oldest sibling was actually a decent person and didn’t want more of a mess. What was she called again? Ahmi? Max, is that right?”

Max nodded. “Correct.”

“Good, so I remember at least some things apparently. Okay. The real story begins when Rania was 15 years old, too old to be controlled by her older sister, old enough to start paying attention to politics and realize her big brother Ramses was a total douchebag tyrant piece of sh… shovel. I was going to say shovel. I wasn’t going to swear, I promise, because I’m a good royal child who does not do that.”

Kim just folded his arms and raised his eyebrows at her, clearly remembering the day of the spring dance.

“Anyway,” she hurried on, “she hated Ramses’s policies and tried to make him some actual useful suggestions. Which he ignored and told her to fuck off.”

“Um, didn’t you literally just say that you’re a good royal child who doesn’t swear?”

“I don’t remember saying that.”

Kim leaned towards Max and whispered, “I think she really is high on para… paraglider.”

Max giggled. “Paracetamol, Kim… and I think it’s more to do with lack of sleep due to pain, and possibly the pain itself which her mind tries to distract itself from. Whatever it is, it’s fascinating.”

“Oh Max, you’re so smart…”

They were leaning towards each other and – oh god they were going to kiss, weren’t they? Right now? Seriously? In the middle of the tour?

“FINE,” she said rather loudly, startling them apart, “I’m very sleep deprived. But you try sleeping when every time you want to move, your arm feels like someone is stabbing it with a molten fork while punching you. And also no kissing allowed on my tour. Please wait until the end.”

Kim and Max were both blushing, looking in opposite directions. What dorks, honestly.

“Right, now where was I? Oh yeah, Ramses telling Rania to heck off – see, did I swear there? So Rania just complained a lot to Ahmi about it, since Ahmi was a decent person, like I mentioned, but also a coward who didn’t stand up to Ramses at all and was basically a suck-up. And she told Rania to be careful around Ramses, since the dude already had a murder record when it came to relatives.”

“For the record, a lot of this is speculation based on records that could be biased or misinterpreted,” Max said quickly. “But please carry on.”

“Will do. One day Ramses went too far, ordering the burning of a village that happened to be in the way of where he wanted to build a new river palace, as if this one wasn’t enough for him. He didn’t listen when Rania told him not to, so she took this very chariot right here and charged off towards the village, standing outside to block the entrance.”

It was easy to imagine – there had been so many artworks, books and movies about it over the years. The image of young Rania standing there defiantly in a chariot, protecting the people of the village from death and homelessness, was well engrained into the citizens of this country. How could anyone ever outdo something like that?

“When the soldiers arrived to burn the village,” Alix continued, “she refused to move, not wanting to just let people die. When she realized the soldiers seemed reluctant to actually carry out their orders, she used her super cool charisma to try persuading them to at least evacuate the villagers first and help them find a new place to settle. And then Ahmi showed up on a horse with even worse news. First of all, Ramses was super mad at Rania for running off in a chariot like that, ‘cause she wasn’t supposed to ever leave the palace without supervision.”

Relatable, she thought to herself silently.

“And secondly, he now also wanted to build a shinestone monument to himself outside his future tomb, but the only shinestone in the kingdom had already been used to make a dam that controlled the irrigation of downstream farms, so destroying it would flood the Nile and cause flooding and catastrophe. Like, widespread famine and stuff.”

“What’s shinestone?” Kim asked.

“Stone… that shines.”

“Okay, I got that, but I meant like what material…”

“It’s stone. That shines. Shiny stone. What’s the question here?”

He shook his head. “Never mind.”

“Good. So Rania now had two problems to sort out, and had to do it without encountering the murderous wrath of her brother. So she told the soldiers – who had overheard everything, including her indignant reactions to all the injustice – that if they went against their orders and spared the village, she would take the blame herself, so please think about it. Actually she made a really cool speech, I don’t know it off by heart, but some historian or someone wrote a paraphrased version of it and it’s really great, you should read it at some point. Or just read all her amazing speeches.”

“I have indeed read them!” Max said. “They’re very inspiring, and surprisingly tolerant for the time period. Rania was very big on not forcing people to do things they didn’t want to, even if it disagreed with her opinions. As far as I remember she even told the soldiers that it would be dangerous to spare the village because they might get into trouble no matter what and so she didn’t blame them if they chose not to–”

Alix leaned over the side of the chariot and put a hand over Max’s mouth. “Max. My dude. If you would like to submit an application to become an official tour guide yourself, please wait until my tour is over.”

He nodded, though she could have sworn she heard him laughing a little. Oh, whatever. She took her hand off and continued.

“The head soldier suddenly got down on one knee and pledged allegiance to Rania, saying that she made a much better pharaoh than her brother. And she tried to warn him that it was a pretty treasonous thing to say and anyone here could snitch on him, but then other soldiers began doing the same. Eventually all of them did it. It must have been so rad to watch, to be honest, there’s this really cool movie about it which I have to show you sometime – and MAX YES I KNOW YOU’VE SEEN IT, don’t say anything.”

Max failed to hide a smile, turning away and covering the lower half of his face with his sleeve.

“Then the head soldier confessed that the number of people in the country who wanted to see Ramses overthrown outnumbered his supporters, though they kept it quiet. And now that it was clear that Rania didn’t support Ramses either and actually seemed to have a kind heart, this spark of hope would be a great time for revolution. And then she was like yeah that sounds sick let’s do it.”

“Actually she was cautiously reluctant at first–” Max began, before being whacked on the head again with Alix’s sceptre.

“So the soldiers spared the village, and went off undercover to gather supporters and make a plan to overthrow Ramses and also stop him destroying the dam while they’re at it. And Rania returned to the palace with her sister for the meantime, which brings us to our next stop on the tour…”

The next place she led them to was a small room with nothing but a bed and a table in it, barely enough for even one person to live in.

“When Rania got back to the palace, Ramses was so annoyed at her that he sent her into this very room right here to be locked here indefinitely with only servants allowed in. Which was better than exile or death, I guess.”

Well, maybe. She had a think about the other timelines – which ones were the best right now? Well the death timeline was certainly the worst. The one where she’d abdicated was basically exile, so was that better or worse than the one where she was still stuck in house arrest? They were about the same, really…

“Ramses had planned to move the workforce to the dam in a week,” she continued, “and he decided that he wanted to go along himself so that he could make sure the job got done properly. That gave the soldiers and their new resistance force only a week to prepare. Luckily the people of the country were just so done with incompetent rulers by that time that they joined up immediately. And meanwhile Rania was stuck in here, not even allowed contact with her sister…”

Huh, that sounded relatable too…

“She managed to make friends with one of the servants at least. And then a week later, once Ramses had left the palace to go meet up with his workforce, the resistance team busted Rania out of here. Using this chariot here, she led the people of the resistance to the dam and did the standing-in-the-way thing again.”

“That’s a pretty dam awesome thing to do,” Kim said, grinning.

“If you think people have not already made that dam pun a million times before, you are wrong.”

“Oh…”

“And also you’re royalty, you shouldn’t be swearing.”

“But damn isn’t a swear word! And you’re a…” He leaned towards Max again and whispered, “What’s that one word that sounds like hippo-something? You know what I mean…”

“Hypocrite?” Max suggested.

“Yeah, that’s the one! Alix, you’re a hypocrite!”

“No I’m not. I have never said a single swear word, once in my life, ever. Anyway, moving on – Rania’s forces met with Ramses’s workforce on the bridge leading to the dam. Ramses told her to move out of the way, she said she wouldn’t let him ruin the lives of millions of people like this, he said she had to listen to him since he’s the pharaoh, and then Rania pulled out her headdress and put it on like ‘actually I’M pharaoh now, bitch!’ And it was super hardcore and rad.”

Max mumbled something under his breath.

“What was that, Max? Care to share it with the rest of the tour group?”

Max spoke a little louder. “I just wanted to say that all contemporary accounts of the event are very adamant that Rania was always unfailingly polite, even while asserting her intention to take the throne for herself by putting on her headdress…”

“Fine, whatever. The point is, she made it clear that she now considered herself the pharaoh. Ramses was livid and ordered his workforce to attack, but almost all of them threw down their weapons and joined Rania’s side. So now Ramses was stuck on a bridge with like 3 supporters and a bunch of angry commoners wanting his blood… okay you’re right, this is totally like what’s inevitably gonna happen to Chloé’s dad.”

“Exactly.”

“Rania told her people not to attack Ramses… yet. Instead she ordered him to give her the pharaoh jewel, that thing I told you about earlier. He refused, saying it was totally ridiculous of the baby sibling of the family to get the throne. And he also wasn’t really that happy about giving up his throne to a girl, since suffrage wasn’t a thing yet and people were idiots back then…”

“What’s suffrage?” Kim asked.

“Women being allowed to vote.”

“Wait, women couldn’t vote?!”

She leaned forwards and patted him on the head. “Kim, you naïve child. I don’t understand how you’ve lived 17 whole years of your life without knowing this. But yes, Ramses was an idiot and instead of handing over the jewel, he grabbed the nearest person and pulled them into the chariot with him, holding a knife to their throat, threatening to kill them unless Rania stopped this rebellion immediately. Unfortunately, this person he was threatening was the servant who Rania had made friends with during her house arrest. Some servant kid called Imhotep.”

“Hey, isn’t that the full name of your snake?”

“Yep!” She gave the snake – who was curling up around the sceptre, as it often did – a little stroke. “So then Rania said fine, she didn’t care about the jewel, just let Imhotep go. And Ramses laughed, saying that no one internationally would take her seriously as pharaoh if she didn’t have the jewel so what was the point? And then he just killed poor Imhotep right there.”

Kim, who had been leaning against the doorframe and very subtly flexing his arm muscles at Max (though not subtle enough that it wasn’t obvious he was doing it), stumbled over. “Wait, what?! He KILLED him???”

“Yeah, I thought we’d established by now that Ramses was a pretty evil person.”

“But like… he killed some servant kid? Right in front of her…?”

“He did. And she just, very calmly, told her army of followers to go take the jewel off Ramses at any cost. And take his life, while they were at it.”

“Please tell me they killed that jerk,” Kim said.

“Nope. He threw the jewel and skedaddled. But now that Rania had the jewel and the support of her people, she was able to be officially crowned the new pharaoh. And she had hoped to do it without bloodshed, which she might even have managed if not for Imhotep’s death. Now for our next stop on the tour!”

The room she led them to next was up a long flight of stairs. The pain in her broken arm and lack of sleep was making climbing up all these steps a more difficult task than she wanted to admit. It didn’t help when she saw Kim picking up Max in his arms and running all the way to the top with no effort whatsoever. Freaking show-off.

Finally she made it to the top. The room was circular with a large stone table in the centre, a chandelier hanging above it. The snake took one look at it and hissed rather menacingly – maybe chandeliers brought back somewhat unpleasant memories.

“This was the room where Rania was crowned,” Alix explained. “It’s way less cool than the one I had for my coronation, but whatever, this was the 1700s. It was also the room where she had meetings with foreign diplomats, using her legendary charisma to persuade them that she was not a usurper and that she would do the best she could for her country, and most importantly, that she would keep her people happy. That was her main goal – something that this country still prides itself on following today.”

Happiness of the citizens – that was practically all that was ever talked about at council meetings. Making sure that people were happy, that they had the freedom to make their own decisions, that they weren’t in danger… Pharaoh Rania’s legacy still lived on even these centuries later, it seemed.

“Some cool things that she did were lower the absurdly high taxes, spend the government money on things that actually mattered, like food production and education, and immediately allied with Kanté and Lahiffe to support their united defences against an invasion from Agreste. It was called the International Alliance and yeah it’s the one you’re thinking of.”

“That is so cool!” Kim said. “I had no idea she was the one who founded the International Alliance. I thought it must have been Cleopatra.”

“The next time you mention Cleopatra I’m gonna get my snake to bite you so that you can experience the same death as she did. Anyway, Rania also was a great chariot-racer to the point that she founded the first sports club to teach people it, which is cool I guess, but not as cool as rollerskating. And also one time a 6 year old kid found an orphan corn snake and gave it to the great Pharaoh Rania as a present for basically fixing the country.”

“So you’re not the first pharaoh with a pet snake…”

“Nope, I’m just the first pharaoh with a venomous one, that’s all.”

Right on cue, the snake snapped its vicious little jaws. Such an adorable little monster, really.

“Tell Kim about the crocodile pit,” Max said, grinning.

“Oh yeah, the crocodile pit! Rania had sent calls for ambassadors and diplomats from other countries so that she could start making more alliances, but half of them just sent a bunch of suitors. So she said that the next suitor to show up would be thrown in a pit of crocodiles. That didn’t deter people, and she did indeed throw people into a crocodile pit. But the crocodiles were tame ones that didn’t bite. All it did was give people a good scare. It was kind of like a running joke in the country. And to be honest I would absolutely do it too, except I don’t have any suitors unless you count Kim being in love with me about a year ago.”

Kim blushed. “Please don’t bring that up, it’s embarrassing…”

“Don’t worry, I promise you I wouldn’t throw you into a pit of crocodiles. Anyway, thanks to the International Alliance and all the reforms, the countries of this region were in a relatively stable place to be able to fight off the invading forces from Agreste. And just for good measure, Rania did the Cleopatra thing where she smuggled herself in a carpet to the heir to the throne of the Agreste Empire and charisma’d him into stopping the attack, at least on that part of the world.”

“Hey, you said we weren’t allowed to mention Cl… that person!”

“Please let me be a sleep-deprived hypocrite in peace, Kim.”

“…I’m only letting you off because you have a broken arm.”

“Good. Anyway, Rania also formed the elected council specifically so that no one person would be able to cruelly take power for themselves, and then a few decades later when the country was prospering enough, she abdicated and left the throne to her sister so she could go travel the world and make a difference elsewhere too. In her legacy we now have that rule where the throne passes to the youngest sibling when they turn 15, since that was the age she was when she became the coolest pharaoh ever.”

“Don’t you mean second coolest pharaoh ever?” Max asked.

“No, I mean the coolest, and I swear to god if you bring up fricking Queen Cleopatra VII of the Ptolemaic dynasty yet again–”

“I wasn’t talking about her, don’t worry. There’s a much cooler pharaoh I know.”

“Really? Who?”

Max didn’t miss a beat. “You, of course.”

“…Me?”

“Yes, you.”

Was he… serious? Surely not?

“You don’t look convinced,” Max said. “Let me make it clear: the coolest pharaoh that I know of is you, Alix, the person standing in front of me right now with her arm in a sling, pink hair, rather short, has a pet snake. You.”

“I agree,” Kim added.

Nah… they had to be joking.

“I know I’m amazing, but I mean from a ruler point of view,” Alix said. “Rania did so much stuff for her country, for the whole world in fact. She literally went racing off in chariots to stop people being killed! She was such a great leader that she had the support of everyone in her country and everyone in other countries too! And what have I done in comparison? Nothing relevant.”

Max cleared his throat. “Oh, you mean like the time you saved me from those poisoned chocolates?”

“Or the time you literally grabbed a sword blade with your bare hand to protect Adrien,” Kim said.

“Just the fact that you were willing to harbour a fugitive right in your dorm room for weeks on end despite how dangerous it was.”

“People like you so much that you legit have a mythical reputation at school. The flower cryptid.”

“You have one of the highest monarch approval ratings in the world.”

“You’re letting me stay here and helping me join the International Alliance, something which is gonna save my life!”

“And I know it doesn’t feel like it compares to things that Rania did,” Max said. “But things were different back then. Times have changed. Sure, the fact that you got a friendship sticker from each individual classmate of ours may not seem particularly epic or noteworthy. But in our modern society, on the brink of a global war, it is honestly incredible that you have the love and respect of future leaders from countries all around the world. Plenty of potential peaceful allies right there. That will make a huge difference to the lives of millions of people, whether you think it will or not.”

“Yeah, what Max said!”

Alix just stared at her friends for several seconds, nothing really sinking in. Yes, she’d done all that, but it never really seemed like a big deal at the time…

Was this really how people saw her actions? Pharaoh-worthy?

Hmm…

That was awesome, actually.

“You know what, you’re right,” she said. “I’m an awesome pharaoh. Even if I did break my arm really stupidly yesterday.”

“Not as stupid as the time I broke a finger by trying to high five someone really hard,” Kim admitted.

“Yeah, that sounds way less cool than hang-gliding. But thank you guys, you’re both great too, even if Max won’t shut up about nerdy stuff when I’m trying to talk and Kim keeps bringing up Cleopatra. Which reminds me, the tour is almost finished. I’ve just got one thing left to tell you.”

She paused for dramatic effect, looking up at them with a smirk.

“When Ramses was finally hunted down, thanks to Ahmi going undercover as a secret agent and some other cool stuff, he was brought here to this very room for a trial. But he mysteriously died on the spot. No one knows the cause. People say his ghost is still residing here, ready to haunt the living…”

Kim clenched his fists. “Where is he? I’m gonna fight him!”

Max burst into laughter. “Kim, you can’t fight a ghost! They’re incorporeal!”

“Did you just say ghosts aren’t real?”

“No, incorporeal…”

“Whatever. Hey Alix? Is the tour over now?”

She nodded. “Yeah, why?”

“’Cause that means I’m allowed to kiss Max now…”

Were those two dorks really going to kiss right here, in this haunted stuffy old room?

“Go for it!” she said, poking Kim in the arm with her sceptre, before running off out of the room before they actually did it. As cute as they were, that was not something she needed to see, What the coolest pharaoh in the world really needed now was some more paracetamol. And most importantly, a nap!

#can hologram lady please get a canon name already #royalty au #miraculous ladybug #le chien kim #max kante #alix kubdel #jalil kubdel #jalil's occasional presence is the only reason this fic is worth writing tbh #random stuff #the misadventures of prince kim #aish writes

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Lets Start at the End Chapter 9

I said I didn’t want to wait too long between the last chapter and this but I guess that didn’t work out. Also if there is someone who enjoys this story and wants me to update faster just say, I’m one of those people who won't get upset over that.

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The shuffling around his room causing him to finally wake up. He forced his stiff body to sit up a bit, a pair of hands helping. “Easy, let me help you. I don't know what condition your body is in.”

Once he was comfortable he rubbed his eyes in an attempt to unblur his vision, recognising the person in his room. “Lo? What are you doing in my room?”

“What is the last thing you remember?” Remy frowned at the fact that his question was brushed off.

He had to make himself think harder than it should have been necessary. “I don’t know, it’s all fuzzy and far away. The only clear thing is you guys telling me to see a therapist,” he winced at a painful throbbing in his head, “I feel like I have a hangover. When did I go to a party?” He started snickering. “Must have been one hell of a night.”

Logan brightened, “yes you came back from a party completely-” he rummaged through his vocab card, “hammered.”

“Nice.”

Logan’s expression shifted into a mixture of stress and exhaustion. “If you are alright, I have other things to attend to. If at any stage you need me, you need only call.”

“I’ll be fine hun, go do ya nerd stuff.” Remy waved him off. “I think I’ll need more rest anyway.”

Logan was too busy with the thought in his head to say goodbye, going on auto-pilot to the kitchen.

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Logan finished the sandwiches that he was working on before feeling Remy started to wake. He wished he could have made something better but he didn't have the best culinary skills. Placing the plate of sandwiches on to the large metal tray in between the two drinks, he sunk out to the Imagination.

He appeared at the tree on top of the hill that overlooked a forest, meadow and castle. Under the willow was a bench, which Logan had used to set the tray on. Checking his watch he realised he was later than planned, which meant Roman was probably waiting.

Pushing some of the low hanging leaves aside he found him. “Hey Ro, I arrived.”

The prince sat staring off in the direction of the beautiful scenery. “You’re late.” The tone wasn’t aggressive, it was more monotone then anything, and even Logan had to admit it wasn't a pleasant sound.

The nerd stood next to him offering his hand. “I apologise. It wasn't that I forgot, Remy woke up. I could feel it before he was fully conscious so I went to check on him, placed some food and drink on his bedside table, took his temperature and fixed the jacket he kicked off his bed in his sleep. Then he woke up and I talked to him a little about his condition. I swear I tried to get here as soon as I could.” He gave a small, hopeful smile. “I made sandwiches, would that help?” Roman shook his head fondly, with a grin he took the offered hand and pulled himself up.

Hand in hand they went back over to the bench and the platter of food. As Roman sat down he asked, “so what’s been happening back at home?”

“Both too much and too little. Patton still hasn’t woken up and more worryingly his skin is turning more purple than its normal colour. Virgil refuses to leave his side. Even Thomas has fallen ill. But I’m fine, just taking care of everyone, which is completely fine, I was made to take care of things.”

“What about Deceit?”

Logan raised a brow. “What do you think. He hasn’t shown up at all since…” he fell silent hoping not to upset Roman further.

“So you're by yourself?” The heartbroken look Roman wore seemed to be contagious.

Logan gripped the prince's hand and squeezed it tight. “I don’t require social interactions as much as you and the others do… and besides, I have you and Virgil.”

Roman pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Please Remember to take care of yourself as well.”

Logan couldn’t keep the smile off his face. “I will. But you must do the same, starting with eating the sandwiches I brought.”

“Crofters?”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t,” He picked up one of the drinks and held it out, “and strawberry milk, you need the calcium but I have the feeling you would prefer it with flavouring”

Roman gave him another kiss mumbling “you’re the best.”

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Virgil sat on the bed that Patton was lying in. He hated the feeling he got when looking at him, no glasses, still, and worst with purple creeping up his neck.

It startled him hearing a knock at the door. “Come in?”

Logan entered the room standing near the bed looking down at Patton before turning his attention back to Virgil. “Would you be willing to see Roman? I think he’s very lonely in the Imagination by himself.”

Virgil turned back to the unconscious side running his finger through his hair. “I can’t leave him. And I don’t want to see Roman. Just because I’m not on Deceit’s side doesn’t mean I agree with Roman.”

“You don’t have a side?”

He shot a glare at Logan. “No I don’t, Roman shouldn’t have done that to Deceit or Remy. And this is Deceit’s fault that Patton is almost dead, it was right when he left that Pat passed out.”

Logan stares at his feet letting out a sigh. “I didn’t want to get your hopes too high but Roman thinks he knows how to fix Patton.”

Virgil stood in an instant. “Bring me to him.” Logan held out his hand, which he took, both snapping into existence at the bottom of the hill.

Logan pointed to the top. “He is up there, I’ll meet you at the top.” Before anything could be said he left, with Virgil at the bottom alone, muttering curses.

It had probably taken 5 minutes to finally get to the top, his patience already worn thin, but seeing Logan and Roman having a little picnic is what crossed the line. “What the hell, Lo? You could have taken me with you?”

Roman smirked at Virgil. “Aww that’s cute, were you feeling left out?”

He tried to push down his anger, keeping in mind what he was here for. “Don’t push me Princey. Just tell me what you have planned.”

Roman’s smile wavered and became forced as he eyed Logan. “I don’t really have anything planned, I just wanted to see my boyfriend.”

Virgil couldn’t keep down his rage any longer. Turning to Logan he screamed, “Why did you lie to me! I know you don’t like how much time I spend with Patton, but to get my hopes up for nothing is really shitty of you!”

Logan stood moving toward the anxious side, knowing what he was going to say will make this worse. “Virgil, I haven’t lied to you, at least not today, and I haven’t even seen you for at least an hour.” He could tell what has been said to Virgil would have been after he came to meet Roman because Virgil had still been in Patton’s room.

Virgil visibly paled at the information and felt as if his head was spinning. “But t-that means… Pat!”

Virgil sunk out on the spot faster than usual, Logan went to follow but felt Roman grab him. “I’m not going to be able to go.”

“I’m sorry Ro but this is Patton, I know you’re trying to avoid the problem but we need to help him, I didn’t want to say it to Virgil, but it isn’t looking good for Patton.”

Roman nodded his head hoping Logan won’t continue because he didn’t know if he could stand to hear it.

“Please, this is Patton. He is always there for us, we need to be there for him now.”

Roman sighed quietly. “For Patton.”

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Patton's half-dead body lay on the bed. Deceit let out a sigh and took in a deep breath. He swept the fringe from Patton's eyes, gently placing his hand on his forehead. Deceit closed his eyes concentrating on what was happening inside the father’s head.

An agonising pain ripped through his body making him scrunch up his face in pain. After what felt like way too long for him, Patton flung awake sitting straight up in bed heaving.

Deceit gasped at the sudden peace through his body, feeling like a mental whiplash. “Deceit what are you doing in my room?” Patton looked at him with something like fear, disgust and what could only be described as an emotional after taste from what he did.

Deceit was going to put on the whole villain act but realised that’s not how he is going to get to Patton. “You have been asleep for three days, do you remember the day I erased Remy’s memories. You passed out, not like was my fault. I had had an idea of your condition but I still made it worse.”

“I’m confused, it’s your fault but when I wake up you're the only person here. You also looked in pain when I woke up, which makes me thinks you put me to sleep but undid it. So my question is, why?”

Deceit rolled his eyes as an excuse to not have to look at Patton. “Clearly the others understand what’s happening, that’s why you've been awake and fine.”

Patton put up his hand stopping him. “Why are you speaking like that.”

“I don’t know what you mean, my speech is perfectly fine.” Patton cocked his head looking like a puppy. “It's so easy to explain my problem because I have control.” When it looked like Patton still had no clue, Deceit pointed at himself. “Deceit.”

Patton lit up in realisation. “Oh, you’re lying. Why don’t you just tell the truth?” Deceit pushed down a scream, his snake eye twitching. “Oh, you can’t.” Patton smiled brightly. “Why didn’t you just say that!”

The side broke into a fit of giggles, and Deceit was getting impatient. “Oh please keep laughing I have all day.” Patton stopped like a child in trouble. “Judging by how much your friends trust me when they find out I’m here they will definitely give us privacy. I know we are both clueless about what is happening with you. It's not like I don’t know a lie when I hear one, like why would I, I’m only made out of them. I'm just like everyone else in the fact that I can only hear the lies spoken.”

Patton scrunched his face up, “I’m struggling to follow.”

“Where do think your bruises come from?” He crossed his arms raising a brow as he asked.

Patton realised what he was hinting at. “The thoughts in my head, they hurt me when they get too mean. Are you saying they’re lies? B-but that can be, they’re true.”

“What do they say?” The only reason he asked is that it comes out as the least aggressive or backward thing. He had already known the answer.

Patton gazed to where he was playing with his hoodie. “I’m bad, I’m failing at my job, I'm supposed to do what’s right but instead I’m siding with my friends who are wrong. No, it's even worse, I’m standing back and watching this happen, like a coward.”

Deceit sighed, flopping down beside Patton holding out his hand facing upwards. When he was given a blank stare he said sternly, “Give me your hand.” He felt crushed inside that out of all the things to be said right was the one that brought up the memory of him and Remy in his room helping his injured hand.

The feeling of a hand gently being laid in his brought him back to the present. He cursed himself for what he was going to do. Just like a band-aid, like Anx-… like Virgil always said.

Patton yelped, yanking his hand out of Deceit’. Deceit hadn’t even realised that he had done it. “Ouchy, what was that?”

“Sorry, I just stole some of your power so I could tell the truth. I have been really tired lately so I talk differently. That and I haven’t wanted to put in any effort”

Patton took one of Deceit’s hands in his own, his face showing nothing but guilt and sorrow. “I’m so sorry about what happened. I truly am. I will admit that I wasn't sure how to feel at first but seeing him that open about himself, I realised that it's wrong for us to stand in the way.” Patton held down a small laugh. “Is what you just did to me the reason I said that?”

“There is a chance that it is. And if that's the case then maybe you will believe me when I tell you that those negative thoughts are wrong. Out of the entire mindscape, you are by far the best person here.” Deceit turned towards the door casting a small smirk. “If you ever need anyone else to tell you that..” He stood up facing Patton. “I'm sure they will.” Right on cue, there was the sound of someone trying to open the door before fists started pounding. “I know him better than anyone else so if he cares this much about you, you must have one big heart of gold.”

Patton got up of the bed shakily making his way to the door, glancing back at Deceit. However, there was no one there anymore.

As soon as the door was unlocked it was flung open, Virgil bounding in and colliding with Patton. The anxious side trying to get up in a hurry while being cautious as to not put his weight on Patton.

Finally scrambling to get up and bring his friend with him, Virgil wrapped his arms loosely around Patton. “I'm so glad your ok, I don't know what I would have done if I lost you.” He pulled back suddenly checking the moral side for anything. Patton on the other hand just giggled at how much it tickled. “They’re gone. All of the marks are gone. You’re no longer that purpley brown colour. You had looked like someone beat you.”

Patton huffed a sigh, “That might be because I was beating myself up.” Seeing Virgil's face morph into a horrified look made him quickly clarify. “I don't mean literally, I didn't want to worry you but… I… It’s just.” He took a deep sigh. “Virgil, I did the wrong thing. I saw someone being treated badly and did nothing. I didn't even stop it although I knew it was wrong. Doesn't that make me just as bad.”

“No, no Patton it doesn’t, your not bad, you could never be. Just because you don’t throw yourself in a fight doesn’t mean that you're suddenly a bad guy, trust me I would know.” Virgil started panicking more when Patton became sadder at his last words. He let out a deep sigh. “I'm sorry Patton, is there anything I can do to help you feel better?”

Patton peaked up from where he was staring at the ground. “How’s Remy?”

Virgil smiled fondly, of course, he would want to know about how his friends are when going through his own problems. “He seems ok, but he has been asleep as long as you have. We can go and see him if you want?”

Despite Roman and Logan thinking that they needed to come urgently, they had only just shown up now. “Patton!” Roman lunged at the said side. “I’m so glad you're okay, from what I heard this house was falling apart, Logan only just able to keep it together. Hey, your bruises are gone, good job.” The two held each other tight, loosening when Logan had come closer.

He cleared his throat, tripping over his words. “It um- it’s good to have you back. But um I’m not that comfortable with hugs so uh.” He held his hand up, incredibly awkward. Seeing Patton’s shocked expression he froze up. “Uh sorry, if y-”

Snapping out of his trance, Patton high-fived Logan with the passion of a child meeting their hero. “Logan gave me a high-five. Guys, did you see that I got a high five off Logan!”

Virgil and Roman looked on with amusement as Patton tried to calm down. Virgil felt bad for Logan not having any idea of what is happening, hoping to ease him he asked, “Hey L, Pat was wondering if he could see Rem, that okay?”

Logan must not have known what Virgil was doing but it was clear that it was what he needed. “Yes, that sounds like a good idea. He woke up a couple of hours ago, there is a chance he is looking for company.”

“Well then if he wants company, who are we to refuse.” Patton grabbed Virgil by the wrist and ran off. It was a relief to some and very slight disappointment to others to see how quickly Patton was back to his old self.

Remy tossed and turned in his bed not able to get to sleep, he then checked his phone. It was midday that’s was a normal time to be sleeping into so why didn’t he. He let out a groan after merely seeing the date had amplified his headache. “What the f-“

“Hey kiddo how are you feeling?” Remy covered his ear due to the fact it was loud enough to send his hangover headache into overdrive, but the pain never came. “I just wanted to check on you and Logan said you might want company. Are you up for us?”

Remy tried to peer over the top of his glasses somehow not realising he wasn’t wearing them, before knowing his mistake. “Come on, are you kidding? You gotta know me well enough to know I can’t say no to you.” As the other two joined him on the bed he still couldn’t manage to push the pain away completely.

Patton cupped his face searching for something with a way too serious expression for him. “I know when something is wrong with one of my kiddos. Come on spill the beans for Daddy.”

Remy’s snort laughter was loud than Virgil trying to explain explanation in a much too light voice for him. “Pat, you can’t call yourself that. Do me a favour and just stick with Dad.”

“What, jealous Virge?” The glare would shut anyone else up, but Remy was a sassy ‘assy’ case. “Anyway, Daddy, nothing is wrong but this killer hangover. But must have been an awesome night because the best things are the stuff you can remember.”

The two sides shared a knowing look that the statement was all too right in the current case.

“Is anyone up for some Starbucks?”

Fun fact the last line was written as I drank my first Starbucks

#lets start at the end #sanders sides #deceit sanders #remceit #sympathetic deceit #remy sanders

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Summary: Whitney Earp is getting married, which in a small town like Purgatory, is big news already, but Whitney has a secret. While sorting through some boxes in the attic, preparing for her move off the homestead, she stumbles across a familiar white stetson, and her mother’s old journal. She learns that her mother Waverly has been keeping something important from her her entire life -- Waverly Earp is not her biological mother. Through lies and the perfect scheme, and a wedding that is one disaster after another, Whitney is determined to get to the bottom of the family secret, even if it means getting both of her mothers in the same room after 20 years of estrangement.

Note: @jaybear1701 and I promised that as soon as we were blessed with new content from the Wynonna team, we would start posting this. The idea for this started as a Christmas fic but it got back burnered until just recently. It was inspired during a less than sober viewing of Mamma Mia and the dilemma came from how do you gay up a story line that only seems possible in a straight world. We hope we did ok.

"I can still recall our last summer, I still see it all Walks along the Seine, Laughing in the rain Our last summer Memories that remain…"

On any normal day at the Earp homestead, the sun would be rising to the peaceful serenity of the vast snow-covered land, the sound of birds chiming in to sing the tale of the coming day. As of late, however, there were no normal days, and it wasn't rare that the brightening of the horizon was accompanied by the loud clatter of hammers and drills. The small army of men worked tirelessly, clearing away the snow that had fallen the night before to continue construction of the temporary shelter.

The sound of a generator firing up jarred a young woman from slumber, long brunette hair dishevelled from a full night's sleep. Blinking light brown eyes open, Whitney Earp sighed softly, curling under the thick comforter in her cocoon of warmth. The pillow beside her own on the queen sized bed was home to a blur of red and green, and she reached up to rub her eyes before she focused on the single rose. A smile spread across her face, dimples evident to the empty room as she picked up the bloom, breathing in the sweet scent.

"Sap." She chuckled, running her fingertip along the length of the dark green stem that had been shorn of all thorns. It made waking up alone a little more bearable as she pushed aside the blanket and slipped from her bed. She tucked the rose into the vase of mixed flowers on her way to the bathroom, pausing to look at her own reflection.

"Three more sleeps," she told herself, running her fingers through her unruly wavy hair and pulling it back into a loose bun. It was all that was on her mind as she got herself prepared for the day, brushing her teeth and washing her face. Looking a little closer, she wrinkled her nose at the sight of her natural hair color showing at the roots. She'd have to make sure to get the brown evened out, maybe some highlights?

"Three more sleeps," she repeated, slipping into an oversized knit sweater, careful to tuck her ring on the inside of her hand so she didn't snag it again. A knock on the door got her attention as she was slipping her boots on over her leggings. "Come in!"

"Hey Whitney," a familiar voice sounded before the door even opened. Recent revelations had opened another door to mistrust, but the way her mother smiled at her, she never had to question if it was genuine. "I'm about to head out to go pick up your aunt." Even into her 40s, Waverly Earp had an aura of honest affection for almost everyone she was around.

Whitney smiled the same smile, or at least she always thought it was the same smile. "I can't believe Aunt Wynonna is flying in. She hates flying." Standing up, she stretched her back out with a yawn.

"Well until they build that bridge from Europe…" Her mother laughed, stepping up to wrap her arms around her in a hug.

Whitney took a long breath, revelling in the comforting embrace. She savored the familiar scent of perfume, the one that hadn't changed since she could remember, and the way her mother would pull her down half a foot to rest her chin on her shoulder, no matter how many inches the years had added to her height. This was home. This was her mother, and her mother was going to be pissed at her soon, if everything went the way she planned.

"My baby girl… three more sleeps and I can finally turn your room into my crafting room."

"Mom!" Whitney laughed, pushing her away. "You know I'm going to be bugging you left and right, right? I mean I'm still going to be working at the bar."

"Bah." Her mother waved dismissively at her before heading out the door with Whitney in tow, moving down the stairs of the home. "I should fire you, just to force your tushie to get a real job."

"Go ahead. Then you can get someone like Dani or Trina to wait your tables for you. See how well that goes…" Whitney smirked. It was a common argument they had, her mother wanting her to go out and experience the world, but she knew her mother wasn't serious. There was no way Waverly would follow through with that threat. Her mother had spent the last 20 years of her life focusing solely on Whitney, and she was forever grateful for that.

No matter what she had read in some silly diary.

She hadn't meant to snoop around, but curiosity was in her genes. Well, she couldn't really say that anymore either. She wasn't sure. Growing up, Whitney had always wondered about her own conception. Her mother had always told her she was conceived with the ways of modern technology, through in vitro fertilization with a sperm donor. It had always seemed strange to her, considering her mother was one of the most beautiful women she'd ever seen, someone loved by everyone in town, unlike her wayward aunt who everyone had a complaint about.

So why would a beautiful woman in her 20s turn to science instead of companionship?

"That's a long story full of tears and heartbreak. I'll tell you when you're older." Her mother had always said. But as it turned out, she would never be old enough for that story...at least until she discovered the truth herself.

Okay so maybe she was a bit of a busy body, Whitney could admit, but she hadn't been looking to uncover ancient mysteries.

She had just been going through the attic, packing up her things in preparation for the big move when she found it, a dust-covered cardboard box shoved in a corner labeled: DO NOT OPEN EVER AGAIN.

Her mother may as well have set her in front of a big red button and told her not to touch it. To her surprise, it was just… stuff. There were no dangerous contents, no poisonous spiders or venomous snakes waiting to strike. Lifting out the white stetson and what looked like an older version of the uniform her fiancé wore, she set both aside and dug a little further. A coffee mug, a few knick knacks, and…

Lifting up the framed photo, her eyebrows furrowed. The glass was shattered, like someone had hastily thrown it in the box, but it did little to damage the memory it contained. She recognized her mother instantly, minus the streaks of gray and the wrinkles she had always called her laugh lines.

Who she didn't recognize was the redhead, sitting behind her mother, arms wrapped possessively around her shoulders, chin resting on a shoulder.

Now, her mother was always a cheerful person, never one to get upset quickly or get frustrated with her demonic spawn of a child that seemed to get into anything and everything she could reach, but Whitney had never in her life seen her mother smile like that. That smile on her face, and the smile of the woman behind her didn't simply display happiness, it was nauseating bliss.

So naturally, when she found the diary, wrapped in an old t-shirt, her curiosity was beyond piqued. Really, who on Earth would be able to resist reading a diary that was older than she was? What had her mother been like at her age? What did she do to pass the time when she wasn't burdened with raising a child alone at such an early age? Did she date? Was she as wild as her Aunt Wynonna?

She hadn't expected to uncover some huge secret.

Nicole Haught. She had a name to associate with the picture and there were definitely some things she was sorry she read as she flipped through the pages, her own cheeks inflamed with guilt and an inability to put the book down. It wasn't just some sad story, it was her mother's life in black and white on page but full of color in memory. She nearly cried as she read through her mother's hidden feelings when the first IVF procedure resulted in failure. When she reached the last page, simply mentioning some complications with the second IVF after a fight, she felt like everything began to make sense.

Why she was taller than her mother. Why she didn't share a single physical trait with anyone in the family. Why, without her trips to the salon, she would be the only one in the family with red hair. Looking at the picture, studying the familiar curve of a jawline and dimples matching her own, she finally understood.

"Hey."

Whitney shook her head. "What?"

"You're spazzing out." Her mother narrowed her eyes, holding the back of her hand to her forehead. "No fever… are you feeling dizzy?"

Swatting the hand away, Whitney laughed. "I'm fine. You should probably get going before Aunt Wynonna lands." She pulled the scarf off the hook near the door and wrapped it around her mother's neck. "Hey… you know I love you right?"

Her mother blinked, a smile crossing her face. "I love you too, Kiddo, but you better not be thinking about running off and eloping cause I'll hunt you down and kill you myself. I've got a small village being built out back 'cause you wanted an outdoor wedding in the middle of winter."

"No eloping," she reassured her mother. "I'm just… just really glad to have you as a mom." She saw it, that little falter in her mother's smile and she couldn't imagine how she'd never noticed it before.

"Well… I couldn't ask for a better daughter than you." Her mother looked like she wanted to say more, but she didn't. She just stood there with half a smile until they both jumped at the sound of skidding.

A loud series of honks accompanied loud music as a car pulled dangerously close to her mother's SUV. Her mother was quick to open the screen door, stepping out into the cold. "MARGARETTE SUSANNAH NEDLEY YOU BETTER NOT HAVE HIT MY CAR!"

Whitney cringed when her friends laughed, crawling out of the convertible that had its top down despite the weather.

"Sorry Miss Waverly." Both of her friends spoke at the same time, running up the stairs.

"Holy shit it's cold."

"Your mom is hilarious."

Whitney didn't respond. She waited for her mother to pull herself into the SUV, patience wearing thin as it took longer than it should for Waverly to pull away from the driveway. Finally she turned to her two friends, her maids of honor because she could never choose between the two. "Guys… I have a confession…"

"Oh my god, you're knocked up!" Margarette, or Anna as everyone knew her by, piped up.

"No! I did something really stupid yet super genius and my mother is going to kill me."

Anna grinned. "I love stupid genius."

"Oh no, Whit. What did you do?" The shortest of the group, Jen, gave her a worried look.

Whitney ran upstairs, taking them two at a time until she got to her room, quickly grabbing the diary from where she'd hid it before running back downstairs. "Ok so…" She poured herself a cup of coffee from the already brewed pot her mother had made. "I invited my mother to my wedding."

Both of her friends gave her a confused look. "Um… Dude I thought your mom gets to be there like by default…" Anna made her own cup of coffee, drowning it in sugar and cream until it was a beige color.

"Not her." Biting her bottom lip, Whitney took a deep breath before blurting out, "my real mother."

"Oh my God… are you adopted?" Anna jumped to the closest assumption. "Holy shit, Whit. I mean we always wondered why you were like the only ginger in the family."

"Especially with red hair being a passive gene." Jen gave her friend a worried look. "How did you find out?"

Whitney shook her head, holding up the diary. "I'm not adopted. My mother gave birth to me but, I found this diary in a hidden box in the attic. The egg my mother had implanted was not hers but… her girlfriend's."

Having been in the middle of a sip of coffee, Anna coughed in surprise, spraying the table with coffee.

"Ew. Anna." Jen quickly stood up to get a towel. "How did we not know your mom was gay?"

"Because she never dates." Whitney pointed out, wiping a bit of the splashed coffee from her arm. "And I don't think she's gay. I mean, she dated Jesse's dad for years."

"That's so creepy," Anna commented. "His dad is so creepy."

"Wait… you said you invited her to the wedding." Jen was always the brighter of her two friends, always trying to connect pieces of puzzles together. "Did you talk to her?"

"Well, no." Whitney felt a bit of guilt at that part. "She might have thought the invite was coming from my mother."

There was complete silence for a long moment before Anna finally spoke up. "Fuck. You're gonna have a wedding and a funeral on the same day."

"Your mother is going to kill you."

Whitney shook her head. "It's going to be fine. I'm going to meet my mother, and maybe find out what the hell happened between them." Pulling out the picture she'd liberated from the frame, she set it on the table for her friends to see. "Because I want to see my mother smile like this."

"Dude…" Jen looked closer at the picture, her eyes darting back and forth between the photo and Whitney. Now that the physical evidence was there, there was no way to deny the resemblance.

A smile spread across Anna's face. "What's the plan?"

"What the hell, Waves? Do you know how long I've been waiting?"

Waverly laughed as she shut the engine off, hopping out of the SUV. "Hey, Sis." She opened the back door for the luggage to be deposited before pulling her sibling into a much needed hug. It had been at least a year since she'd seen her. "I missed you."

Wynonna seemed to sense it as she let her sister hold on for longer than the norm, pressing a kiss to her forehead before pulling away. "Hey... I haven't been gone that long…"

"I know…" Waverly released a shuddering breath, trying not to let the strain show. "I'm just… exhausted." She smiled weakly before patting Wynonna on the shoulder, heading back to the driver's seat. "So," she cleared her throat when her sister hopped in, "no Dolls?" She was hesitant to ask, but curiosity was always one of her major weaknesses.

Wynonna shrugged, propping her feet up on the dash as Waverly pulled out into traffic. "We were in the middle of tracking some demon thing I couldn't even try to pronounce. He decided it was that much more important… some sort of worldwide epidemic or whatever…"

"Wynonna! You left him there?" It wasn't that unbelievable, Waverly decided as she pulled onto the highway. Her sister always had a nonchalance that bordered on dangerous, but she also knew that if Wynonna didn't think Dolls could handle it, she wouldn't have left. No doubt Dolls probably hadn't been surprised. 20 years with her sister made even her notoriously unpredictable nature predictable.

"Like I was going to miss the wedding of my favorite niece?"

Waverly rolled her eyes. "You mean your only niece."

"Hey that's not my fault." She leaned her chair back. "Maybe if you dated more…"

"No." Waverly cut her off. Dating was the last thing she wanted to partake in. 20 years and she could count the amount of dates she'd been on on one hand and none of them had come anywhere close to… She shook her head. That was the last thing she needed to think about. "I don't have the time or energy to deal that with… that." It wasn't a lie. Running a bar and taking care of a daughter, who seemed to have gained some of her sister's knack for trouble, wasn't the easiest thing to do alone.

"It's just a bar, Waves."

"And raising a daughter."

Wynonna snorted. "That girl is raised. You need to find a new excuse." She picked at the edge of her coat, a hesitant expression on her face. "So… any word from Doc?"

Waverly didn't want to mention it. She'd been willing to just let the whole subject die but since her sister asked. "I sent an invitation to his last address but I never heard back. You know he just… moves around a lot. It's hard to keep track of him."

"Oh well… fuck him. It's his loss."

While it was true she missed her sister, sometimes the Earp heir could be a pain in her ass. "God you're so full of it. You know you're lucky you're pretty… even for a 50 year old."

"Whoa! I've still got a year… or not… shit."

"Maybe you should try sticking around for a little bit. It'd be nice to have a friendly face other than the one that crawled out of me."

Wynonna sighed, tipping the chair back a bit. "Problem with Purgatory is, without revenants, it's boring as shit. Should have never broken that curse." She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to find the most comfortable position. "Probably why your kid is getting married at 20."

"Believe me I tried to talk her out of it." Waverly exhaled slowly, taking the next exit off the highway. "She's dead set on this wedding."

"I can't believe you're letting her marry into that family."

Waverly snorted. "At least she's not marrying into the Nedleys."

Wynonna chortled, a smile pulling at one side of her mouth. "Whit still friends with that girl? She's always been a looker, but man, no one's really home upstairs."

"Wynonna!" Waverly tried not to laugh. "That's horrible to say." It was fairly accurate. "She's actually gotten a lot better." No she hadn't. "She and Jen are Whit's maids of honor."

"Aren't they called bridesmaids?"

"Yeah well she didn't want to have to choose."

"Changing the rules due to her own conflict avoidance… Earps don't avoid conflict. We thrive in it." Wynonna pursed her lips, the silence speaking more words than she dared speak. She had never agreed with Waverly's decision as far as what to tell Whitney, but she supported her right to raise the girl how she wanted. So instead, she changed the subject. "Jen… Jen… shit is that Pete's kid?" She winced.

"Oh yeah. Thank god her mother's got a brain."

"Smallest fucking town ever." Wynonna sighed, pulling herself back into a sitting up position. "Why do you keep letting her associate with kids of people we've slept with?"

"Smallest… fucking… town." Waverly sighed softly as they passed old and familiar buildings that hadn't changed in more than two decades, as if time had stood still.

Nicole Haught took her time as she worked her way through throngs of travelers on her way to her departure gate. The airport thrummed with holiday excitement that was impossible to ignore, try as she might. She passed underneath arches of garland strung from the terminal's high tunneled ceiling, bright red bows and white fairy lights contrasting beautifully against deep green.

Nicole hitched her messenger bag higher on her shoulder and quietly hummed along with George Michael singing Last Christmas on the loudspeaker. She was early for her flight. Perhaps too early. She had been unable to sleep a wink the night before, nerves too wired with eagerness and trepidation. Eventually, she had given up with trying to catch elusive slumber and went straight to the airport.

She paused underneath a globe sculpture illuminated like a massive Christmas ornament, staring at one particular spot on the North American continent-a place Nicole had avoided for over 20 years. A place she would set foot in once again after four hours by plane and an additional hour by car.

She knew it might be a bad idea. Hell, who was she trying to fool? It was a bad idea. Her logical side, the one now sharply honed by years of legal practice, screamed at her to turn around and go back home.

But she couldn't.

Not with the wedding invitation from Waverly Earp tucked snugly inside her bag. Not with the whisper in her heart telling her that getting on the plane meant that she would finally be going home for the first time in a long time.

Before she could dwell on it further, something collided with her legs. Something fast. Something small. Nicole glanced down at a little girl, about 3 or 4 years old, clinging to her leg and looking up at her with wide hazel eyes. She wore a bright red puffy coat and dark green mittens.

"Hey there," Nicole greeted with a gentle smile. "You okay?"

The girl nodded, but said nothing. Only stared at Nicole, curious and unafraid.

"Lily!" A voice shouted. It came from a harried-looking woman rushing up to them, dreadlocks swishing behind her, bangles jangling on her wrists. "I'm, like, so sorry. I swear I turned around for a nanosecond and she took off."

"It's not a problem," Nicole replied. "I think maybe she just wanted to admire the globe too." She winked at Lily, who smiled in return.

"I'm going to California!" Lily shouted suddenly, pointing to the western coast of the United States..

"California?" Nicole bent down and rested her hands on her knees. "I love California! Are you going wine tasting? That's my favorite."

Lily giggled. "No, that's silly. I'm going to Mickey's house with grandma!"

"Mickey's house!" Nicole exclaimed. "That's amazing!"

"She loves Disneyland," the mother supplied, pushing up her black, cateye frames higher on her nose.

"For my birthday," Lily added.

"It's your birthday?" Nicole asked. "Happy Birthday!"

"Not today," Lily corrected her with a shake of her head. "Christmas!"

Nicole felt a sharp pang in her heart even as she continued to voice excitement. "Wow!" She straightened up and smiled at Lily's mother. "A Christmas baby. That's pretty special."

"Yeah. Our little miracle." She ruffled her daughter's blonde curls then took her by the hand. "Okay, monkey, let's go find maman. Say goodbye to…"

"Nicole."

"Say goodbye to Miss Nicole."

"GOODBYE MISS NICOLE!" Lily waved a mittened hand.

"Bye Lily! Have a happy birthday and merry Christmas in California!"

"And thanks again," the mother said. "My wife totally would have killed me for not keeping track of her."

"No thanks needed." Nicole waved her off. "Have a safe trip and happy holidays."

"Ditto." She nodded with a toothy grin and lead Lily away.

Nicole watched them walk away, a bittersweet melancholy aching inside her chest, which squeezed even tighter when Lily ran into the arms of another woman who shared the little girl's blonde curls. The tall woman scooped up the toddler and kissed both of her cheeks, holding her with one arm while she laced the fingers of her free hand with the shorter woman's. They continued walking together as a family.

That could have been me, Nicole thought, ignoring the sting in her eyes. Me and Waverly.

Nicole took a deep breath and continued to her gate, unable to stop the memories from flooding back into her mind. Memories she successfully kept at bay most of the time, but couldn't resist at this time of year. Memories of going to her apartment after a grueling string of 12-hour days plus extra overtime with Black Badge. Nicole had been exhausted, all the energy sapped from her bones.

It was just after 7 on a Friday night in early February and Nicole was heading home to freshen up before going to pick up Waverly in about an hour. Even though they spent nearly every night together, she already missed Waverly. Missed the way her small frame slotted perfectly with her own, the smell of sweet wildflowers on her sheets. Missed the sound of her voice and the gentle smile she reserved for Nicole, and only Nicole.

They'd had a busy few months, discussing the possibility of marriage and starting a family, all on top of revenant hunting and the mundane grind of their day jobs. But despite her body's aching desire for rest, Nicole wanted nothing more than to be with Waverly, to have a quiet dinner together at a nice restaurant and not worry about anything else.

Nicole's keys jangled in the lock as she pushed the door to her apartment open, expecting to be welcomed by a purring ball of fluff. But Calamity was nowhere to be seen and, instead, Nicole was greeted by the heavenly aroma of baking bread

Brow furrowing and mouth watering, Nicole cautiously shut the door and approached the kitchen, relaxing only when she heard Waverly's humming over the soft sounds of chopping. Nicole turned the corner and smiled in surprise, chest warming at the scene before her. Waverly stood at the counter, still in her Shorty's shirt, hips swaying slightly to the song she was singing as she scooped up carrots and placed them in a salad bowl. Calamity laid next to Waverly's feet, sprawled out on the laminate floor, the tip of her tail thumping contentedly.

"I didn't know Shorty's made house calls," Nicole drawled, a lazy grin spreading on her face as Waverly and Calamity both startled.

"Oh!" Waverly pressed a hand to her heart while Calamity glared at Nicole through slitted eyes. "I didn't hear you come in." She wiped her hands on a kitchen towel hanging from the dishwasher and stepped over Calamity to wrap her arms around Nicole's neck and kiss her. "Hi."

"Hi," Nicole repeated against Waverly's lips, hands resting in the dip of Waverly's waist.

"Welcome home."

Nicole loved the way that sounded, coming from Waverly. Would love to hear it for the rest of her life, if she was lucky enough.

"What's all this?" Nicole asked. "I thought we were going into the city tonight."

"I know." Waverly smoothed her hands down to Nicole's shoulders. "But after everything, I figured we could use a night in."

"To bake?"

"Yeah." Waverly bit the corner of her lip. "Is that okay?"

"Of course!" Nicole rubbed circles along the small of Waverly's back. "Just what are you making? It smells amazing."

"Go investigate for yourself, officer." Waverly winked and wiggled out from Nicole's grasp.

"Well all right then," Nicole drawled as she walked toward the oven.

She flipped the switch for the internal lights, bent down, and peered inside where a single tray of hot buns were turning a beautiful shade of golden brown.

"Buns." Nicole turned her head back toward Waverly, who watched her expectantly.

"Yes."

"Great." Nicole straightened out and clapped her hands together. "When do we eat? I'm starving."

Waverly visibly deflated. "That's it?"

"What?"

"That's all you have to say?"

Nicole wrinkled her nose. "Um… I'm sorry, honey, thank you? I appreciate all your hard work."

Waverly covered her face with her hands and chuckled. "Wynonna might have to take back what she said about me finally picking a smart one." She slid her eyes back down and looked at Nicole with warm exasperation. "Try again."

"O-kay," Nicole said, drawing out the first syllable.

"What am I making?"

"Buns."

"And where am I making them?"

"In the…" Nicole's eyes widened. "You've got…" Her heart stopped. "Holy shit, you're pregnant!?"

"No! Oh my god!" Waverly facepalmed. "Jesus, I'm not the Virgin Mary, Nicole."

"Then what…?" Nicole was so confused.

"I'm trying to tell you that I'm ready, you goofnut!" Waverly threw her hands up in the air.

"You're ready?"

"To start a family. With you," Waverly shook her head affectionately, "though I'm starting to think twice about it now."

Nicole let out a relieved laugh. "For a minute there I thought... nevermind what I thought." She took a tentative step forward. "But what about the revenants? The curse?"

"I don't care about any of that." Waverly stepped forward and cupped Nicole's face between her hands. A beautiful, but nervous smile broke out across Waverly's face, wide and bright. "We can do anything together. That is, if you want."

"If I want?" Nicole scooped Waverly into her arms. She twirled them both around, and Waverly laughed in delight. "I want nothing more."

"So we're doing this," Waverly said as she pulled back, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Really doing this?"

Nicole answered her with a kiss, elated beyond words, her own cheeks wet with happiness. She felt like she was floating straight up into the stratosphere.

But oh, how quickly one could fall back down to earth, Nicole thought as clouds streamed past her window. The flight had taken off on time and without a hitch-a small miracle for the holiday season. One of the attendants pushed her trolley past and stopped next to Nicole.

"Care for some refreshments?" The perky blonde asked. Her name tag read: Zoie.

"How 'bout a martini?" Pulling down her tray, Nicole smiled even though she already knew what the answer would be.

"We don't carry vermouth, unfortunately. Or olives. But I do have vodka and gin."

"A vodka tonic would be fine, thanks Zoie, on the rocks."

"Not into tradition, huh?"

Nicole's brows knitted. "I'm sorry?"

"I'm assuming you'd want vodka in your martini instead of gin, the more traditional choice."

Nicole chuckled. "I guess you could say I can be pretty unorthodox."

"Unorthodox huh?" Zoie licked her lips, "I like that in a woman." She scooped up some crushed ice into a small plastic cup, which she set in front of Nicole on top of a square napkin. She poured one small bottle of vodka into the cup. "Here ya go, gorgeous." She slipped one extra bottle into Nicole's palm with a wink, thumb skimming Nicole's fingers, before continuing down the aisle.

Nicole lifted her drink, the napkin shifting slightly to reveal a business card underneath. She took a sip to cover her flattered smile; she was only human after all, and it'd been so long since an attractive woman had flirted with her. So long since she reciprocated. Would it be so bad if she gave Zoie a call…?

The sharp taste of the alcohol snapped Nicole back to just where she was going and who she was about to see. In all honesty, she used to enjoy the taste of gin and its pungent pine cone flavor. But ever since she left Purgatory, the taste only reminded her of what she had lost.

The evergreens scattered around the Homestead were particularly fragrant in the early spring, before wildflowers and tree blossoms overpower the fresh pine scent. But Nicole hardly paid the joys of nature any mind as she tried to catch her breath, coming down from a blissful, heart-pounding high. Waverly, equally breathless, curled against her. A light breeze chilled their bare skin and Nicole gathered the extra blanket they brought on their picnic and tucked it around their naked bodies.

"We were supposed to eat you know," Waverly murmured into Nicole's shoulder.

"We will." Nicole pressed a kiss to Waverly's forehead. "Nothing wrong with workin' up an appetite."

Waverly hummed, content, the rays of the afternoon sun filtering through the branches overhead and flickering across her face. "It's finally getting warm again," she said, lazy and slow. "And when winter comes back, we might have a baby. Can you believe it?"

"No," she said truthfully.

"Me neither." Waverly peered up at her, a shadow of uncertainty passing over her features. "Sometimes… sometimes I think… what if something happens? What if…"

"Nothing's gonna happen," Nicole reassured her, even as a now familiar spike of anxiety cut through and tempered her excitement. "Everything's gonna work out. You'll see."

"You don't know that."

"No, I don't," Nicole admitted, tenderly brushing Wavelry's hair behind her ear. "But everything will work out the way it's supposed to."

"You really believe that, huh?"

"I do." Nicole nodded. She couldn't let on about just how worried she was. They both knew the chances of implantation were low, and the chances of making it to a live birth even lower. But there was no reason to upset Waverly and trouble her about things neither of them could control. All they could do was focus on the positive. "You, me, and Nicole Jr.? We're gonna live happily ever after."

Waverly giggled and swatted Nicole's chest. "For the last time, we are not naming our baby Nicole Jr."

Nicole opened her mouth to reply.

"Or Nicholas," Waverly beat her to it. "Can you imagine being born on Christmas with that name? He'd never hear the end of it."

Nicole chuckled. "Fine, fine. Then what names do you like?"

Waverly grew quiet for a few moments, eyes shining with thought and mirth. "Okay… Wendy, Wilma, Wanda, Wilson, Walter…"

"Good gravy. You Earps and your W names, I swear." Nicole shook her head.

"It's tradition."

"Tradition isn't always a good thing."

Waverly pushed herself up onto her elbow and leaned over Nicole. "It is to me."

Nicole could hardly ever say no to Waverly, and she was especially weak when Waverly looked so beautiful, hair mussed, lips swollen, and cheeks flushed from their lovemaking.

"Okay," she caved. "How 'bout…I don't know... Whitney?"

"Whitney," Waverly repeated, turning the name over in her mind. "I'll think about it."

Nicole stared at the wedding invitation, fingers tracing the laced edge, thumb brushing over black ink on pearl white cardstock. It read:

Ms. Waverly Earp Solicits the Honor of Your Gracious Presence At the Marriage of Her Daughter Whitney Earp To Jesse James Saturday, the Twenty-First of December, Two Thousand and Forty High Noon At The Earp Homestead Reception to Follow

Nicole took a deep breath. Whitney. The name echoed in her mind as she wondered again if she was making a mistake. She probably was. But by now it was too late. The pilot came over the loudspeaker to announce that they were making their final descent into Calgary.

#wayhaught #wynonna earp #memories that remain #wefanfic

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ixnova · 7 years

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nsfw about my oc and a friends oc, posting here so he can read it easily

The door to the hotel room swung open as the pair of men half stumbled in, making sure the door was closed behind them before continuing. They smiled at each other, quickly stealing a kiss, and then falling into another affectionate session. The taller of the two pulled back, leaning against the door, slipping slightly and smirking back at the caramel skinned man who also was eying him. He chuckled. "I can't believe they let you walk out with that." He stated, referencing the half full wine bottle in the albino's hands. "Well we payed for it, so why not?" The albino replied with a chuckle, walking over to the bed and nightstand now, placing the bottle down. "Good thing you decided to walk to dinner though, and get a cab back." "Dinner was good, but I had a feeling you'd go over on the wine, tonight." The dark skinned man replied, following the other to the bed. "Tonight's a special night... I think I'm allowed to enjoy myself a bit more than usual." The albino laughed. "Besides, Slade, even you're a bit tipsy tonight." "Heh, yeah I am... as you said, tonight is a special night." Slade replied, crossing over to the albino's side of the room. "Don't get used to it though, this wont happen too often, if at all again." "Aw, c'mon... you're cute like this." The albino stated, bringing a hand up to take Slade by the cheek. "Not as cute as you are all the time, Xavior." Slade shot back, placing his own hand over Xavior's. "I love you." "...I love you too." Xavior replied, tone going softer and pulling back now, sitting on the side of the bed. "God, is that the time?" "Well we were one of the last ones to leave." Slade explained how late it was. "But, it's still not even midnight, yet." "No, its not... today just seemed so busy and long." Xavior replied. "It seems like ages ago now since we stood together and..." Xavior trailed off, smiling, his hand falling to clasp over a new golden band around his ring finger. "I wish it lasted longer." Slade smiled, sitting down with Xavior now on the bedside. "I would relieve those hours constantly if I could." "They were... pretty great hours..." "Yeah, they were."

"So what now?" Xavior questioned, looking back at Slade. "Where do we go from here?" "What do you mean?" Slade questioned. "I mean, what's our new plans? Our end goal was marriage, now that we reached it... what's next?" "Life, I guess." Slade shrugged. "We're officially sharing it with each other now." "Hmm... that's true." Xavior chuckled slightly. "I guess there is some things to focus on, such as legally listing each other as spouses, merging bank accounts, sharing other stuff, not to mention getting a legal name change." "We do gotta do that, don't we? Unless you don't want to, cause we can still be married under different names." Slade replied. "I can live happily being Dick LeFléchè." "Seriously?" Xavior looked at Slade lop sidedly. "You seriously think Dick LeFléchè sounds better than Xavior Grayson?" "I-I mean... you..." Slade started to blush slightly. "You were plannin' on taking my name this whole time?" "I've been planning on it since you first proposed to me... excited about it even. It was one of the many things on my mind today that I was looking forward to... I wanted to be known as Xavior Grayson, because I'm yours now, Dick." Slade blushed more, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck. "Xavior..." "I mean... if you don't want to then-" "No! No..." Slade chuckled slightly. "No. I want to, of course I want to. I'd love to share my name with you." "Good... I'm glad." Xavior responded, placing his hand over Slade's hand that rested on the bed. "This is us now, our life... we're officially stuck together."

"I wouldn't want to be stuck with anyone else but you." Slade said, taking Xavior's hand now and holding it. "You're the worst, best thing to ever happen to me." Xavior replied, looking back into Slade's eyes, but then then suddenly sighing and breaking away again. "I just... I just hope I'm able to pull my weight in all of this..." "...Xavior?" Slade questioned his statement. "...Y'know I have issues... You know what I can get like... I'm difficult sometimes, I won't lie..." Xavior started to explain himself, shifting and looking down now, gently pushing back a few stray stands of hair out of his face. "I can be annoying, and hard to care for... I can get in the way at times and some days I'm just completely useless..." "Hey, don't get on like that... don't even think about it. Tonight's not about that." Slade replied, taking Xavior's head and forcing him to look back up at him. "Tonight is about us. And I don't care about all those things Xavior, I'll deal with them, because all those thing are a part of what makes you, you, and I love all of them. I vowed today that I would stand by your side through all of that, and that's exactly what I'm going to do." Xavior smiled at Slade, letting out a small laugh. "God, I don't deserve someone as good as you." Xavior said. "But I'm lucky to have you." "Damn right you are." Slade smirked and pushed in for a well-earned kiss.

Xavior pulled back again, his arms now wrapped around Slade's neck, pulling him foward with his weight. "Hmmn, so, where do we go from here?" "...I can think of a few ideas..." Slade replied, reaching forward and grabbing at the buttons that kept Xavior's white jacket closed. "Oh really?" Xavior questioned. "Care to elaborate on some of those ideas?" He gently pulled at Slade's tie in response. "I can show you..." Slade stated, pushing the Jacket off and allowing Xavior to take his tie. Slade shoved off his own black jacket and removed Xavior's tie for him as well, then starting to work on the buttons of his dress shirt. "I think I like where this is going already..." Xavior cooed, reaching up and running his fingers through Slade's messy hair. "C'mere." The pair met for another kiss, parting once more afterwards. Slade leaned in close to the Albino's ear, hot breath falling on his neck as he whispered a few words of sweet nothings followed by the opening of Xavior's shirt and exposer of his neck. Slade quickly shifted and latched onto the section of skin between Xavior's neck and collar bone, licking and then sucking.

Xavior's breath hitches as his heart rate sped up. That was one of his sweet spots and it was near impossible to not react to it. He let out a soft sigh as he pulled Slade down onto him fully now, his hands starting to explore the rest of Slade's body now as well. Before things got too heated, though, Slade pulled back. He had a look of worry on his face as he looked back down at Xavior, trying to move away slightly. "I-I'm sorry I-" "Dick?" Xavior questioned him. "Something wrong?" "I shouldn't be... Doing this to you, not now." "I'm not... following." Xavior gave Slade a confused look. "I can't... I want to fuck you right now but I can't." Slade replied a bit disappointed sounding. "Why can't you?" Xavior continued to question Slade, trying to understand why. "It's not like we need a condom or anything, Christ, we haven't used one of those since way back when-" "It's not about that." Slade stated. "Well then, what is it? No Lube? Check the nightstand, Hotels usually stock up on-" "It's not that either!" "Well then, what is it!?" "You're drunk! I'm drunk! We've been drinking. You're not in your right mindset... I can't go down on you without your full consent, I don't want to-" Slade started to freak out a little, before Xavior reached a hand up and cupped his cheek. "Fuck, you really are something else... first of all we're not drunk, far from it, just a bit tipsy cause the alcohol's in our systems, we'll both remember this night tomorrow 100%, so we're not drunk." Xavior started to lay down the truths for Slade. "While consent is important, yes, I'm not impaired enough for my consent to be mistaken, nor are you impaired enough to not know the difference." "Yeah, but what if I-" "No buts... Slade, there's a different set of rules around these things when it involves a long term partner, and they change even more when it's a lifelong lover." Xavior continued. "I've had sex with you more than once when sober, I enjoy having sex with you, and I have never regretted it. Even if I was smashed out, and woke up the next day and found out we had sex the other night I couldn't remember... my reaction would be along the lines of "Nice." He paused. "Dick, we're adults, we're fucking married now, committed... a little bit of wine never hurt anyone, and I think it's safe to say at this point we're allowed to have a little bit of fun with each other without it being wrong or harmful." "...Damn, you do make a good point, don't you?" Slade sighed, "But what if I hurt you, Xavior?" "You're not going to hurt me, and you know that." Xavior stated. "You won't allow yourself to do that."

Slade hesitated for another moment, before deciding Xavior was right, and also the fact he couldn't stand this position anymore. He shifted again, moving off of Xavior, smiling at him. Xavior smiled back, knowing that things were cleared up and now they could have fun. Xavior sat up now and helped Slade undress, both of their hands desperately searching for the other. Clothes were starting to be tossed carelessly onto the floor in piles as they removed each piece. The pants were quick as well and now the fun pat was dealing with their underwear. Slade pushed Xavior back down onto the mattress, their bare skin rubbing against the other's as thye shifted to a position. Slade pulled Xavior in for a kiss as he curved and ran his hand down Xavior's thigh, slowly caressing it and snaking his hand up to rest on the waistband of the purple boxers. Those were something that always did surprise Slade, turns out Xavior hated briefs, and only wore them when he absolutely had to, opposed to Slade for normally wore them and really didn't care for boxers himself. The underwear didn't matter much now though, as it would soon be coming off. Xavior's heart picked up speed again as Slade caressed his body. It was already twice as fast as it started out, and Xavior could tell by slade's actions that he was getting excited as well. Xavior wanted to get things moving, so he reached his hand back as far as he could, locating slade's waistband and slipping a hand in under it. He took the hint.

Slade drew his tongue down Xavior's neck and over his chest, stopping at the nipples to give them some attention. This got a reaction out of Xavior who let out a sharp, surprised gasp and sigh at the same time. It felt good to him. Pretty much every touch could always get some sort of reaction out of Xavior, he was pretty sensitive... and Slade loved it. He continued to leave a trail of kisses down Xavior's torso as he moved his hands and took hold of the elastic of the boxers. He pulled them down, kissing in between Xavior's thighs as he went, causing the albino to hitch his breath, and squirm slightly with sensations. Slade pulled the underwear off completely and threw them aside with the rest of the clothes pile. Xavior was completely open to him, and in full bloom. Xavior blushed looking back up at slade, who loomed over his body and smiled hungrily."Can... can you just get on with it?" He asked, sounding slightly desperate in his tone. "Oh, eager are we?" Slade smirked, placing his hand back against Xavior's cheek. "Well, this is a special night, so I suppose I can spoil you, jus this once." "Please do." Xavior replied back. "As I said, I'm yours now." "I know." Slade him self started to feel the tension building as he shifted again to take off his own underwear, again throwing them aside. He took Xavior's advice and leaned across him to get at the drawer of the night stand. Sure enough, sitting right there in drawer, a complimentary bottle of lube. "Heh, I told you." Xavior said, watching as Slade sat up more, and popped the top on the bottle. "You did." Slade replied, squeezing the contents out onto his hand and coating his first few fingers with it. "Ready?"

"Mmn." Xavior felt himself twitch slightly as he shifted to give Slade a better angle. Slade moved closer and took Xavior by the hips, pulling him up and sitting his bottom into his lap as he slowly ran his fingers around the outside of Xavior's entrance, spreading the lube around before sticking a single finger in, then puling back out, then going in again. "Anghh..." This triggered Xavior's first real response of the night. He moaned slightly as Slade continued to work his fingers in and coat Xavior with the cold contents, causing him to shiver slightly at first. "That's it... relax..." Slade stated, watching as Xavior title his head to the side, laying back and allowing Slade to work on him. "Nice and easy..." He continued to massage his way in further. "I..I'm ready." Xavior announced after about two minutes f these actions, hands covering his face slightly trying to hide the amount of blushing he was doing. "Alright, hold on..." Slade replied, grabbing the bottle again and taking his hands away. He put even more of the lube into his hand now, bringing it down to himself and spreading it over his shaft. He made sure to use a lot and coat them well, his previous worries popping up, and he wanted to make sure he didn't hurt his white jewel. After a few more strokes, aiding himself to get more stiff, he was ready too. He shifted, moving Xaviors legs apart as he sat between them. He hoisted his body up, kneeling now over Xavior, as he looked down and tried to line himself up with Xavior's rectum. He was still slow and careful about everything, gently rubbing the outside with the tip before pushing in slightly, waiting for Xavior to respond.

"Ah-" Xavior gasped again, arms gripping to the bed sheets a little bit as he prepared himself for entry. Hearing no major denials, Slade pushed on, edging himself a little deeper, more moans and reactions coming out of Xavior each time. Truth be told Xavior was extremely loud during intercourse, he just couldn't help it, it was the way he was. Being so senstive and vocal mixed well for someone like Slade, given the fact he bloody loved to hear Xavior's voice during times like this. It could help him figure out of it was going well or not, if he was doing something wrong... or if Xavior was fucking loving it as much as he was. "...Slade..." Xavior quivered slightly, gasping his name and wrapping arms around Slade's neck. "Shh..." Slade hushed him, bringing arms up around Xavior's back and supporting him better as he finally made his last push in. "Oooh~!" Xavior groaned, as Slade pushed in and landed up against his inner walls. It only hurt for a second, but Slade stopped moving and let Xavior adjust himself before continuing. "How's that?" Slade asked, leaned in close to Xavior's ear. "You doing alright, love?" "Mnnmn." Xavior vocalized, pulling Slade for a kiss once again. Slade pulled back and started to move now, holding Xavior tightly as he pushed in and out of him. It was slow at first, with only the odd moan and feel good reaction here and there, but as Slade picked up speed, that quickly changed. It wasn't long before Xavior was clinging to him, grabbing at him, and unable to keep his mouth shut. Slade just felt so good to him. He wanted to moan his name as loud as he could, arching up against Slade's body, a growing stiffy between them. Slade felt good about it too, he enjoyed getting it on with Xavior, eating up his screams between kisses. "S-Slade... Slaaade!" Xavior whimpered, nails uncontrollably digging into Slade's back as Slade continued to pound into him. Slade made sure to finish leaving his mark on the Albino's neck region, which e'd already done five other times, before responding to the Albino. "mmmn... what is it?" "Slade, I'm g-gonna... gon- AaaaahHHHHhhmmmnft~" Xavior was pushed over his limit and that scream was all it took for Slade to go off as well, diving in and eating up that wonderful sound. The both of them switching and feeling sparks as they built up and slowly came down off of a high, panting heavily. Slade pulled out with Xavior still clinging to him, trying to catch his breath and face buried in Slade's neck. Slade softly chuckled as he sighed contently, reaching over for the bedsheets to wrap them both up in. He shifted to place Xavior on the pillow beside him now, detaching his clinginess for now. He looked at Xavior, loving the cute look he got from seeing Xavior all flustered and red faced like that. "Id say you enjoyed yourself." "Y-yeah-" Xavior huffed. "God, I love you." "I love you too... you're wonderful." Slade smiled, moving to get his arm around Xavior and let Xavior cuddle into his chest. "...Fuck, I love you..." Xavior repeated, but now his tone was starting to change. "I know, you already said that..." "I know I just..." Xavior's voice hitched, he tried his hardest to hide his face from Slade. Slade caught on instantly that something wasn't right, so he sat up again, forcing Xavior to sit up as well and look at him. "H-hey, what's wrong? Oh god, don't tell me I hurt ya.." "No... no I'm f-fine I just..." Xavior covered his mouth with his hand, unable to stop some tears from flowing. "J-just what? Xavior what's wrong." "Nothing... nothing's wrong... everything is just... p-perfect!" Xavior exclaimed, looking back at Slade. "Reality is just hitting me." "Why is it doing that?" Slade questioned. "Are you sure you're okay..." "Dick I just...I just h-had sex with my HUSBAND... you're my husband, Dick... We're married, we're living life together.. .we're here on our goddamn honey moon... we're a part of each other now..." Xavior smiled through his tears. "I lived a shitty life, came to mann co expecting a shitty life of crime, told myself I wasn't ever going to be... accepted by anyone.. wanted by anyone... told myself I didn't matter in the world... and then you came along and... Go I owe you much Slade... You cared about me, showed me so many things I needed to see, told me so many things I needed to hear... I knew you were the one for me that night you carried me in your arms to the emerncy because I tried to kill myself and you wouldn't allow it... You saved me that night in more ways than one...I just... Thank you..." "B-but why the hell are you crying?" Slade asked. "I'm happy, Dick... I'm happy and I don't know how to handle it honestly cause its just so rare for me to feel this way but... you've made me feel this way... you've made me the happiest man on earth tonight... and I'll never forget that..."

"Aw hell, c'mere..." Slade pulled Xavior into a tight hug, smiling now himself, feeling the same feelings Xavior was feeling... happiness. "I owe you alot of things too, y'konw. You changed my life for the better... I'm happy to be with you tonight, or any night for that matter. The time I'm at my best is when I have you by my side or in my arms... I love so much Xavior, more than I think you'll ever know..." "Oh I know..." Xavior replied. "Trust me, I know... I love you too." "I'm glad we're on the same page." Slade stated, running a hand past Xavior's eye to wipe his tears away. "Now, stop crying, or don't, you're still cute either way. You'll be even cuter with some sleep too..." Xavior chuckled, nuzzling up against Slade. "Goodnight..." They kissed once more. "Goodnight." Slade Replied, more than happy to look forward to spending the rest of his nights like this for the rest of his life.

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chemicalmagecraft · 5 years

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I Would Totally Kick Jiraiya’s Butt Chapter 9

"This is indeed the desert," Baki said. "We should arrive at the village by this evening at our current pace."

I sighed and reclined back on the Akuma Tensei construct that I was riding on, making sure to keep my parasol shading me. "This is boring," I complained.

"You consider riding a giant snake made of sand through a desert to be boring?" Baki asked incredulously from the back of his lindwurm.

"Yoooooouuuuuuuuth!" Gai agreed enthusiastically as his poor lindwurm was forced to go through a bunch of unnecessary tricks and expend more energy to keep up with us.

I shrugged. "The novelty wore off..." I conceded, then turned around. "And Gai! Stop forcing your lindwurm to move around like that! It's gonna run out of energy if you keep it up like that!"

"These things can run out of energy?" Baki asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course they can run out." I gestured to the crown made of three demon sage cores that my lindwurm had. "My creations may regenerate energy and their unusual sage chakra means they're even more potent than one might expect and can gather natural energy even while on the move, but they still have limits and the rate we're going at would definitely wear out one core long before we get to Suna. The three cores mean they share the burden, but they'll run out eventually. Gai's just running the clock down in fast-forward. Speaking of which..."

I turned back to Gai. "Oi! Your lindwurm's gonna die before we get to Suna already, Gai! Gather up the cores so I don't have to go looking for them when it does!" I faced Baki again and thought for a bit. It was mid-morning, which meant I still had a couple of hours before Suna if Baki was right. I shrugged, dropped my parasol so I could grab it with a chakra thread, then grabbed hold of two of my lindwurm's cores and yanked them out, causing it to start disintegrating. I used the cores to pull myself into the air, stepping on the third core as it fell to complete my impromptu flying "machine." I flew over to Baki, whose lindwurm slowed down a bit so I could fly over. "Catch," I told him as I dumped myself into his lap.

"Why?"

I placed the cores back onto my body. "I'm going to catch a quick nap so I'm well-rested for when we get there." He nodded. "Wake me up outside of the gates. I'm kind of a zombie when I first wake up, but I should be good if I walk around for a bit. The lindwurms should respond to 'start,' 'stop,' 'slow down,' and 'speed up,' but they're not the brightest so don't expect them to understand any other commands." I rubbed Baki's lindwurm. "No offense, Lindy-chan. Right, I'm gonna sleep now." Now, I used to be really bad at falling asleep when not in school, but I'd recently figured out a trick to it.

"Kurama-chan, can you pleeeeaaaase knock me out so I can take a good nap?" I pleaded over the connection I shared with him thanks to having his chakra.

I felt his disdainful glare over our bond. "Do I look like sleep medicine to you?"

"Yeah, that's the point. Real sleepy meds make me all loopy, and for whatever reason they make my sleep not refreshing..."

He grumbled. "Fine, just don't resist or you'll end up loopy and your sleep won't be refreshing. I'm not used to using genjutsu like this."

"Thanks..." I told him as I felt myself drifting off.

kukukuku~

"-ki-san. Kouki-san!" I groaned and just barely managd to lift up my glasses to rub my eyes. "We're here," Baki told me. I grumbled and rolled over.

And immediately fell onto the sand. "I hate mornings..." I said, then spent about a minute of brushing sand off and spitting it out, before remembering that I theoretically had the ability to control sand and sending a pulse of magnet release to throw off the remaining bits of sand that got everywhere. The good news was that I was definitely awake.

"It's the evening."

I shrugged. "I hate waking up then. Right, we should probably get a move on. Where are my cores, Gai?"

"Here they are!" he said, then chucked them at me. I stared at him as the cores slowed down and stopped in midair, before putting them back where they were with but a thought.

"I do realize that the answer is most likely 'seal master' or 'demon sage core,' but I would like to know exactly how it is you are floating," Baki said.

I turned around to stare at him, smiled slightly, and said, "Demon sage core." I took a moment to internally snicker at his facial expression before continuing. "It's a new idea I thought of. I'm making five of the cores take control of the air around me to let me defy gravity. The cores on my limbs and head are doing most of the work, which theoretically means that they'll run out first, but I can easily swap out the fresh cores. The one at my sternum is barely going down at all. I think it might take a day of continuous floating to run out at this rate, though high-speed flight will probably drain it faster." I twisted around a bit in midair to get a feel for my newfound flight powers. It was a little wonky at first, but I got the hang of it. "I'm pretty sure everyone will take me more seriously as some mysterious sealing genius if I disobey the laws of gravity."

"I see! What a youthful idea!" Gai exclaimed.

"I... suppose that that makes sense..." Baki agreed. "Shall we go?"

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The Kazekage stared at me. "...I was expecting you to be taller."

I shrugged and floated to reach eye-level with him. "Who'd expect the miracle seal master who offered to fix your son's seal to be about his age?"

"And you appear to be floating."

"Well why wouldn't a miracle seal master have the ability to float?"

"...Fair."

The Kazekage nodded. "That seems reasonable enough. Do you need any special equipment to work on Gaara?"

I shook my head. "I brought my stuff. Might change my mind if it's a more complicated job than I thought, but I doubt I'll need you to provide anything aside from the patient and an area in which I can set up the sealing circle in. Could you take both me and him there?"

He blinked. "You can do it now?"

"Yup."

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"So," I said, "what brings you to my office, young man?" Gaara, who was lying down, giggled lightly.

Once we were both sure the seal was as good as it could be, I unsealed my ink and brushes and floated up so I could get a better look at my seal. The brushes floated around, constructing the seal stroke by stroke. When it was done, we gave it a once-over to make absolutely sure it was right and then I floated down a bit to finally take my hand from my pocket and put it on Gaara's forehead so I could collapse the seal. With an application of some chakra, the seal was completed. In its finished state, it looked almost exactly like the kanji scar he got after killing his uncle, but in a slightly different style, as a sort of nod on my part to his fate. "How's it feel?" I asked as I floated down to the floor.

Gaara brushed his hand over the freshly-made seal. "I... it's as if a weight I've had upon my shoulders my entire life has lifted..."

"That means it's working," I told him. "Or at least, I assume it is."

"What do you mean, 'you assume it is?'" Temari asked.

"I made the seal specifically for Gaara-kun," I explained, then licked my lips. "Really, it only works on the Jinchuriki of Shukaku, so my ability to test it was rather limited."

"Why only the Ichibi?" Kankuro asked.

"Much as he projects the image of and is a raving lunatic, Shukaku is deadly smart and has the most control out of any of the Bijū, even if that means he's technically the weakest. Kind of a deadly combination, meaning he can extend much more influence on his jinchuriki, as you've surely noticed." I shifted my attention back to Gaara. "Now, I should probably tell you how to use the thing." I floated a small booklet over to him.

"That's an instruction manual. Consult it if you forget anything. First thing you need to know is that there are three distinct settings. The one that's on now is the default and should be on the most. It should fix itself faster than Shukaku can degrade it. If you use a half ram hand seal to 'activate' the seal, it'll switch to sleep mode. At that level, it'll make you so resistant to Shukaku's influence that you should be able to sleep on the night of the full moon with naught but a bad dream, though I should warn that it will make you more than a little drowsy and it degrades to the point where it will automatically switch back to default after nine hours of continuous use."

Gaara blinked. "I can finally get a good night's sleep," he muttered.

"Yup," I nodded. "In fact, the drowsiness is side effect of using a pacification seal component on the Bijū of a jinchuriki and I specifically made sure to calibrate it to let you sleep." I leaned in close and muttered to him, "Just saying, if you still can stay up a couple days a week without a giant murder tanuki screaming in your inner ear, you should. You can get soooo much done like that." Backed back up an switched back to normal voice. "And aside from sleep, you should use it in the off-chance Shukaku manages to surface during the day. The other setting, by using half dragon instead of half ram, pretty much turns the seal off."

"Why would I do that?" Gaara asked me.

"First, I'd like you to turn it off under supervision at least twice a month, preferably more, so you are still at least somewhat acclimated to Shukaku. You get that Kazekage-sama?"

"I understand completely," he said.

"Good. I'm holding you to that. Second, it regenerates the seal at a greatly accelerated rate. Limited resources and stuff." I thought for a bit. "Pretty sure that's everything you should know about how to use it for now. Just so you know, intentional infliction of severe emotional trauma, perhaps from having a beloved family member attempt to assassinate Gaara and then having him or her tell him that he or she hates him and his deceased mother died cursing the name she gave him in an ill-advised attempt to get him to... I'unno, better harness the power of Shukaku or something, voids the warranty and you have to actually pay me money to fix the busting you get from that level of breakdown combined with Shukaku breaking free."

I felt the Kazekage blanch without even having to look. Chakra-sensing is useful. "That... may or may not have been my first idea on how to deal with Gaara. Thankfully, you came along..."

I shrugged. "S'cool, just don't even think of anything like that again. Inadvertent trauma is covered, so don't worry. And I will know if you meant to or not. Now that I'm done with the legal disclaimers, I'd like to watch Gaara sleep for the next three days."

"That's a little creepy..." Kankuro muttered.

"It's to make sure the seal is working, right?" Gaara's uncle asked.

I nodded. "Ja. I'm pretty sure it'll work properly, but it'd be pretty embarrassing if I had to turn back halfway through the trip home because sleep mode breaks under the full moon. And yeah, that's why I timed it so that tomorrow night will be the full moon. Day before the worst, at the worst, then the aftermath. If I'm gonna find any complications, then it's gonna be after the full moon. Right, I'm done for now. Can I have that brush now, Kazekage-sama?"

"I can help with that," Temari offered.

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I made a noise somewhere between a purr and a content sigh. "Are you purring?" Temari asked as she brushed my hair.

"Feels nice..."

"Oh... kay." She continued to brush my hair. "Wow, this is pretty curly."

"Mhm..."

"Thank you for helping Gaara. I've wanted to do something to help him, but I don't know what to do..." That statement made me crack one of my eyes open slightly.

"There," she said. I opened my eyes and looked into the mirror in front of me and gasped. In addition to being neatly brushed, Temari had put my hair into two curly pigtails.

"Do you not like it?" she asked.

"It's cute!" I said as I moved my head around, making my new pigtails bounce around a bit. "I love it."

"Oh. Good."

I got up and stretched a bit. "Right, I should check on Gaara now. Thanks for the brushing."

"You're welcome," she said as I walked out the door.

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"So did Temari give you pigtails?" he asked.

"Yeah!" I said. "They're cute, right?"

"Aren't you a boy?"

I humphed. "Doesn't mean I can't look cute..."

"Sorry. So why exactly did you offer to help Gaara?" he asked.

"Can you keep a secret?" I asked him as I put down my plate, then put my hands behind my back.

"It depends. Would not revealing it compromise the safety of my village?"

"Yes, though I'd like to know how you plan on telling how I'm being sincere."

I shrugged and closed my eyes to do a small scan to see if anyone would overhear our conversation. "I can't detect sincerity, but I can feel malice and sense lies. Close enough."

"I suppose so. What is the secret?"

I looked over at him and opened my now-glowing eyes. "My eyes see that which is and that which is yet to come."

To his credit, he only blinked before processing that. Probably not the weirdest thing he'd seen with his job and the fact that he sealed a giant sand-controlling tanuki into his infant son. "Is that part of that Nocturne power Baki told me about?"

"Technically, Nocturne is more a part of it. The Shōraigan is a dōjutsu that grants me future vision and farsight, at the cost of accelerated tiring. The future vision has a neat little quirk where I can see very far into the future if the future I'm seeing is a future where I don't exist."

"And in that future where you don't exist, I went through with my plan, traumatizing Gaara," he said with horror.

"Yup. And then there's more."

"What other stupid things am I going to do in the future?" he sighed.

"Secretly allying yourself with Orochimaru, letting him talk you into invading Konoha during the chūnin exam, getting backstabbed like an idiot and replaced with a disguised Orochimaru, and dying alone in a ditch."

"Dammit," he said softly. "I suppose I should secretly ally myself with the Hokage instead."

He nodded. "I agree to your plan. Is there anything else I should know?"

I held up my index finger. "First, there's gonna be a guy in a few years who's gonna apply to be a ninja despite being unable to use ninjutsu. He's got the potential to best Jōnin-level shinobi, make his own, less taxing version of the Eight Inner Gates, and develop semi-ninjustu that make him a literal pain to fight even for taijutsu specialists. Get him admitted into the academy, but make it clear to him that he's gonna have to work extra hard." I put up my middle finger before putting my hand back down. "Second, Sasori's still alive and put some sort of dormant mind-control and/or sleeper agent jutsu into some of your men. Have fun with that."

He sighed. "Could you please tell me if any of the people I'm going to gather for the problem are infected?"

I made a quick check. "Some guy named Yūra, now please don't make me do that again or I won't be able to stay up for the third night."

"Thank you." He started to leave, but paused to look at eight of my cores standing on a seal tag. "What is that?"

"Surprised you didn't see that sooner," I noted. "The seal is siphoning off demon sage chakra as fast as they replenish it to gather power for an experiment of mine."

"Do you really need that much demon sage chakra?"

"If I have excess, then I have excess," I stated. "I want to have as much as possible for the project, for... optimal results."

"Why did that sound ominous?"

I grinned. "I'm throwing around power that can level villages to see what happens. Even if I follow safety precautions, it's still going to be pretty fun to look at."

He glared at me. "Please don't do it in my village."

He frowned for a moment, then said, "As long as it's not in my village... Do you need anything else?"

I shivered. "It's a bit cold. Do you have a spare blanket?"

"I'll have someone bring you one. Goodbye."

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