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MLB Rewrite: Origins prt. 1 &2

Note- I'm using (POV) to mention who the 'camera' is following for the most part. Also I skim over things that happen nearly the same as in cannon.

Hawkmoth Re-design

Origins Part 1

(Hawkmoths POV)

Starts the same with Nooroo explaining the miraculous and Hawkmoth’s first transformation, though we wouldn’t see him outside of his hands. As the butterflies crowd him to transform a scream of pain rings from his throat.

(Fu’s POV)

Like before, Wayzz fills Master Fu in on the butterfly being active. But I’m gonna pull from the movie's idea of letting Tikki and Plagg choose their own wielders. Fu does bring them to the school though with the intent of choosing a young initiate.

(Marinette’s POV)

Marinette is 16 years old, this is her Junior year.

Marinette meanwhile has had a day of it. Working herself up over everything she might need for her first day and nearly being late after reorganizing her bag for the 4th time that morning. Finally, Sabine dragged her downstairs and Tom gave her the macarons.

(Adrien’s POV)

Adrien is also 16 at the moment.

Boy is forever trying to get educated but gets caught by Nathalie.

(Fu’s POV)

Master Fu briefly loses Plagg before seeing a black cat sitting on the back of Adrien’s car as it drives away. Since he saw Adiren get in, and the boy’s face is all over Paris, he knows who his Cat is.

Marinette still saves Fu’s life as he had run into traffic looking for Plagg and paused in the middle of the road after seeing him. Tikki jumps into Marinette’s bag while she’s picking up the macarons.

Content Fu heads home.

(Marinette's POV)

Chloe basically just says “Switch.” And Marinette decides it honestly is not worth the hustle and does. Alya introduces herself and berates Chloe’s actions to which Marinette shrugs and says, “I don’t really care, she probably has a reason.”

“All that is necessary for the triumph of evil, is for good people to do nothing.”

“A nice rule, but remember you can’t judge someone evil based on their first impression. You never know what they could be going through.”

(Adrein’s POV)

It fades to Adrien being told his father is busy and can’t scold him right now. Once Adrien goes back to his room he finds a cat sitting on his table, confused he tries to approach it but the animal just bounds away. But on the table still, is a ring box.

(Ivan’s POV)

Que Kim and Ivan’s argument. A black butterfly lands on the crumpled up paper. All that we see or hear is the mask appearing on Ivan’s face and Hawkmoth's voice. “Stoneheart, I am Hawkmoth. You feel unsupported, and unseen. Allow me to harden your heart and take that pain away.”

(Adrein’s POV)

Adrien is observing the ring when a quiet meow is heard behind him. The cat is balanced in the back of his couch and looks between the ring and Adrien.

“You want me to put it on?” He asks and gets a purr in return. He does and there is a flash of light.

(Marinette’s POV)

Worrying herself to death over Alya chasing the monster, but too scared to follow her. Marinette finds a box that had fallen out of her bag. A ladybug lands on the box.

“Bug Mouse!” And the cup things.

As Tikki explains, Marinette is working herself into a fit. She’s terrified, but Tikki assures her that very little harm can come to her in the suit. That she’ll have a partner to help her, and that it will give her a chance to protect Alya. Unwilling to not even try when an innocent person is being puppeteered by an evil asshole she agrees.

Ladybug Re-design

Chat Noir Re-design

Key Power differences:

Ladybug:

Lucky Charm is specifically stated to give you a solution, not just an object. The object is only to point you in the right direction.

Purification allows her to cleanse the akuma.

Miracle Cure allows the world to heal from and injuries caused by a miraculous (Only Physical Damage) "Miraculous *Insert Name*"

Cat:

Cataclysm can either turn an object to dust or cause it to stop functioning.

Purgation destroys the dark energy in an akuma

Miracle Purge allows the world to burn out any effects a miraculous had on a person (Only works on Non Physical Effects) "Miraculous *insert Name*"

(Marientte’s POV)

They meet about the same way as cannon. The fight up to a point is pretty similar, except Marinette is very thinly veiling her utter panic with humor. Chat picks up on this and starts cracking jokes to help put her at ease.

After breaking the akumatized object they part ways, but the butterfly goes “Oops, bye bitch.”

Tikki’s like- “So you got the akuma right? Right?”

“I can’t do this Tikki, I couldn’t even listen long enough to know what my one job was. There are two many bad things that could happen, and all I can think about is how I can continue to mess things up in the future. Paris doesn't need a Ladybug who can’t trust herself. You deserve better.”

She removes the earrings and puts them back in the box.

Marinette goes to sleep with plans to give up the miraculous to Alya in the morning.

The akuma is targeting people who had been rejected or feel unseen, turning them to stone more medusa style statues than Stoneheart’s golem influences.

Marinette wakes up late that night to the miraculous in its box buzzing, asking to be let out.

She goes to beg Tikki to please choose someone else. Except when she picks up the box the earrings shoot from the box. It leads her down and out of the house. To a stone woman frozen in misery.

Marinette can’t stand to see someone suffering like this and tells herself she’ll do what she can to help until either Stoneheart is defeated or she can hand the miraculous off to Alya.

Origins Part 2.

In the morning, Marinette finally returns home to get ready for school. She was up all night finding every akuma still loose and catching it. She tells her parents she just went for an early morning run (technically true) and is okay, she is late for school though.

On TV she see’s Ivan has once again been re-akumatized, after trying to read Mylene his poem when they both got to school. Knowing Alya will be chasing the akuma Marinette chugs some coffee and chases him too.

When Alya gets trapped Chat Noir is captured, same as cannon, she decides to be Ladybug just a little longer.

(Though she finds a hiding place first, gosh cannon Alya was like 20 feet away)

As Ladybug chases down Stoneheart she catches Chloe after she is thrown from the Eiffel tower.

Hawkmoth does not do the floating head thing. Instead Stoneheart mentions that the butterfly that made him strong wants the miraculous.

Officer Raimcomprix tells Chat Noir that they’ve already failed one.

Chat Noir scoffs. “No shit. We’re two teenagers in spandex. Of course we're gonna make mistakes. But you don’t really have a choice but to trust us. Because you can’t beat this thing, and we can.”

He turns to face Stoneheart.

“I know you can hear me, you’ll be looking through his eyes right? Well listen up little Papillion. I don’t know what you want, what drove you to this. But I'll give you a bit of a friendly tip, you messed up. Because you chose to prey on an innocent teenager, tried to force him to nearly kill Chloe Bourgeois, and attacked the girl he loves. You’ve definitely made a mistake, bigger than either of ours. Because you honestly thought that we would roll over and let you get away with it.”

Ladybug, in awe of her partner's confidence even in the face of failure, starts planning how to take out Stoneheart.

They do the kiss thing and both teens are rescued safely. Ladybug catches the akuma and uses the Miracle Cure to fix the damage and bring the stone people back to themselves.

Chat asks to meet with Ladybug to talk about their new jobs later that night.

When Marinette arrives back at school she meets Adrien. Because Nathalie is awesome.

+x+

“So you’re the rival Chloe’s told me so much about?”

Marinette floundered a little at the son of her favorite fashion designer, and a supermodel in his own right, stuck his hand out. “A- Adrien. You’re Adrien Agreste.”

He winced a little. “Yeah that’s me.”

Somehow the girl managed to snap herself out of the stupor enough to shake the boy's hand.

“Adrikins,” Chloe called. “Come on, I need to show you around before class starts.”

Marinette was in a daze all the way back to Mme. Bustiers class. She just met Adrien Agreste, the Adrien Agreste. And she was a total spaz about it.

She sat down in her seat and placed her head on the desk.

She didn’t remember the seat change until Chloe reemerged with her friends in tow.

“Move.” She told Marinette.

Marinette really didn’t want to do that. She didn’t want to be next to Adrien where she could potentially embarrass herself more. If he told his father about the mess of a girl in his class her dreams would be crushed before they even got off the ground.

(It is of course bold of Mari to assume Adrien’s father speaks to his son.)

Maybe- maybe if she was going to stand up for herself as Ladybug, at least until she found a better candidate, then starting as Marinette would help.

“No.” She said plainly. “It’s my seat, and I don’t really want to.”

She clenched her hands into her jeans as Chloe raised an eyebrow.

“Whatever. This isn’t worth my time.” Chloe sighed like she had just wasted precious hours on that interaction.

Marinette let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding.

Alya slid into the seat next to her and grinned triumphantly. “Nice job girl.”

Marinette smiled back, but it was shaky. She hadn’t slept last night and was really starting to feel it.

“So girl, check this out.” Alya held up her phone.

On it was a blog template with red and black spots covering it.

“The Ladyblog?” Marinette read the title at the top.

Alya practically squealed in excitement. “Isn’t it cool? Since your’s truly got the best footage on the attack I thought I’d start my own blog. The one stop spot for everything Ladybug.”

“What about Chat Noir?” Marinette mused. “He’s super cool, Ladybug just kinda fumbles around after him.”

“Don’t be like that.” Alya pushed the girl’s shoulder. “Ladybug was the one to come up with the plan to save the day both times. And she saved me today.”

Marinette wished she could point out that Chat Noir had saved Alya twice, but that would reveal that she was there.

“But you are right, I need to think up something good for Chat Noir.” Alya leaned back.

+x+

(Adrien POV)

Vibing, waiting for the car. Marinette comes outside and waits too.

Adrien’s like, “Hey.”

And Marinette apologizes for being a spaz. Explaining that she was just caught off guard and that she didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable.

Adrien explains that he’s pretty used to it, and laments that no matter where he goes people will always know him before ever speaking to him.

“I almost don’t even know how to act in public. I wanna make friends but- I feel like people will only ever see the boy on the posters. … Sorry, that’s kind of a lot to dump on a stranger.”

Marinette paused. “You shouldn’t have to deal with that. I can’t change the fact that people know who you are. But we are still kind strangers. So- Hi, I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

He chuckles at her outstretched hand. “Hello, I’m Adrien Agreste.” He shakes her hand and smiles.

“So, you’re new to the school? What do you think of Mme. Bustier?”

(Fu’s POV)

He watches on as Ladybug and Chat Noir meet each other for the first time, again. Making idle small talk until the same car from before arrives to take Adrien home.

Before getting in the teen hands Marinette his umbrella with a parting goodbye.

Wayzz asks if he came to check in because he questioned Tikki and Plagg’s choice.

Fu admits that he was worried, but he needn’t be. Those two will help each other, in and out of the mask. They’ll be okay.

(Ladybug’s POV)

Ladybug meets Chat at the Eiffel tower.

She tells him how much his words of confidence helped her, since she had been so upset about her failure she forgot that mistakes are not the end of everything. So long as you try and fix them.

She confides that she’s still considering giving up the Ladybug miraculous, since she’s worried her catastrophizing will cause her to be overwhelmed and fail.

“Well m’ lady. I know a thing or two about Cat-astrophizing. And if you promise not to give up just yet, then I promise to help keep you from spiraling. Deal?”

She agrees to keep trying.

END

Okay let's get into the details.

1. Hawkmoth's transformation hurts like a bitch. His head is full on splitting open to make way for the butterfly wings, that's part of his face. He's spending most of his time lying on the floor in too much pain to move until Ivan get's akumatized.

2. Marinette will have the first suit design, with the plain suit and boots. Chat Noir will also have his first design, but his is a bit more interesting than LB's since Adrien has a little more faith in himself.

3. Since I'm overhauling Chloe's personality there was no reason for the gum incident, so I just dropped it all together. There would have been 0 purpose. Instead their rough start is caused by Marinette having a fairly normal reaction to meeting a super model who is also your idol's son. She does feel bad about it later, but Adrien harbored no ill will.

4. Around here is when the crush starts developing, but it's just that. A crush, she has the vague idea that she might like Adrien, but she doesn't know him super well yet.

5. Fu, you bastard. He really does think choosing two legal children is a good idea. I'll partially blame the Order of Guardians, but he knew what he was doing. Children are more likely to believe that they are just "The Chosen Ones" and not question anything, or wonder gave them the miraculous. Tikki and Plagg actually don't like that they had to choose two teenagers, but they aren't going to take that out on the kids. Fu's probably gonna get hot sauce in his tea curtesy of Wayzz for pulling that though.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #miraculous rewrite #miraculous origins #ml ladybug #ladybug and chat noir #hawkmoth suffering cause I said so #Adrien Agreste rewrite #Marinette Dupain-Cheng rewrite #mlb #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir

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𝐍𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 (𝘜𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶 𝘹 𝘍!𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) NSFW

Hey lovies! You may have noticed by now that I am literally in love with Ushi and the whole manager cliché thing so I love writing about him! This entry is for my 500 follower special. Thank you for all the support and enjoy reading! Sorry it took so long for me to write again, my mind hasn't been in a good place but I'm getting better! <333

(sorry if my 18+ writing isn't good, I'm still not used to it)

More content here >>> 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ♡

Word count: 3.5k

!Warnings!: NSFW, Smut, Degrading, Daddy Kink, manhandling, Dom!Ushijima, Switch!Tendou(?), Poly, cursing, 18+, Cursing, pet names

Ushijima and Tendou are bestfriends and like to share everything, including you.

MINORS DNI

SHIIIIRATORIZAWA! SHIIIIIRATORIZAWA!

Sounds of the school's cheer rang through the ears of everyone present in the stadium. This was the match to see who would triumph the Interhigh Preliminary Finals.

Everyone was on the edge of their seats as the heated battle juggled who had the upper hand. The rivaling team, as if it were already tradition, is Aoba Johsai yet again.

In the three years you've watched over the team, there wasn't a time where you lost against your rival school and just like today, you were sure the results would lean in Shiratorizawa's favor.

There was never a time you had doubted the boys. Especially your best friends.

An overwhelming sound of a ball hitting the ground rang as another monstrous spike was hit by the captain. As if waiting for your acknowledgement, he stared at you after landing with anticipation. Having figuring out their habits by now, you figured out what he wanted to hear.

"Nice kill Toshi-kun!" the faintest smile ghosted his face as he turned his gaze back to the court. Another point was scored but this time, Tendou completely shut down poor Iwaizumi's spike. He raised gun fingers at you which could mean 'this point's for ya!' or 'did'ya see how awesome I looked?!' either way, you copied his pose "Nice block miracle boy!!"

In this 5-point match, Shiratorizawa had triumphed two sets while Seijoh managed to grab one. The team huddled to discuss their strategy which was just mostly Washijo-sensei pointing out their mistakes in the last match.

It was their time to cool down and rest up a bit, so being the manager, you took care of what everyone needed. Their water bottles needed to be refilled so you got up and went to the nearest water fountain.

"Y/n." A deep voice called. "Would you like more water, Toshi?" he nodded and gratefully took the water bottle you handed. "If I score more points, will you cheer for me?" it was an odd question but you answered with no hesitation. "Of course! I'll scream your name loud and clear!"

He got flustered for a second after hearing your words even if he knew you didn't mean it in any other way. A low chuckle erupted from his lips. "All for me?" huh. Another odd question.

Nevertheless, you smiled brightly and hummed in response. Satisfied with your answer, Ushijima stepped closer and gently cupped your face with one hand.

His thumb softly rubbed your cheeks as he looked at you with soft eyes but still had the same stoic face. "Good girl".

Wait...what?

You blinked a few times, too stunned to even react. Your face started heating up and it took a few seconds to register what had happened.

A few water bottles accidentally fell from the bag due to the poor manager being so flustered.

Mentally cursing, you bent down and started picking up the fallen bottles. "You okay manager-chan?" "Oh Satori, could you help me pick up these bot-" the moment you looked up, the red head's face was centimeters away from yours. He wore a smirk as he slowly closed the gap.

Nervous, your eyes shut closed.

A nose bumped into your own and when your eyes opened, you could see the middle blocker picking up the things on the ground. "Don't be too clumsy next time Y/n-chan!" he started walking away like nothing happened.

Unbeknownst to you, his smirk got wider as he recalled your interaction with the captain he just witnessed.

All throughout the game, your head was a mess. Memories of what happened with Wakatoshi and Satori replayed in your head over and over. You did cheer for them (especially Ushi like you promised) but some could clearly see how out of it you were.

"Oi squirt, what's wrong with ya?! Maybe you'll be the one running laps when we get back!" the coach's voice made you jump in your seat. The other members snickered as Washijo scolded you.

Ushijima pretended to be nonchalant about the coach's reprimanding, but deep down he knew he was the culprit as to why you were so in your head.

Ah yes, the sound of another victorious match echoed throughout the stadium. The victors were of course, your beloved team.

What better reward to give than a hug from their beloved and absolutely gorgeous manager? Yamagata ran to bask in your warmth and the others followed suit. This had become a tradition every win, and even tighter hugs were to be given in the case of a loss-- which has yet to happen.

As if the captain had not done numbers to your heart moments ago, he bent down and grabbed you by the waist to pull you in into his chest. His chin landed on your shoulder and he whispered his thanks for cheering for him the loudest. Before breaking the hug, he purposely brushed his lips on the tip of your ear. He was clearly enjoying messing up your thoughts.

Tendou had no intention of losing to his bestfriend. His hand traveled down just a few inches above your ass and the other reached the base of your nape slightly raking up through the base of your hair as if he were to pull it.

This was your breaking point. You were hot and DEFINITELY BOTHERED.

"I-I have to use the restroom. Catch up to you guys in a bit!" you hurriedly rushed to a cubicle so you could calm yourself down. A familiar wetness started to pool down.

WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING?! If this continues I don't know what I'll do. How could I even pick between the two?! A threesome would be impossible!

You couldn't believe what you were even thinking. Grabbing water in your hands, you splashed it on your face to somehow wash off the impure thoughts you were having about your best friends. Best friends for fuck's sake!

Straightening yourself out, you make your way to the bus and as per usual, take a seat next to the captain at the rear end. "You took your time." You give the olive eyed man a pout "Well uh, my tummy hurt? Yeah... it hurt!" being extra jumpy was not helping you hide the fact the events from earlier still lingered in your mind.

"Lend me your shoulder, I'm tired." Ah. The vulnerable Wakatoshi is here, only showing this side to you which made you feel a little more special than the rest.

His hand landed on your lap and his head fell on your shoulder. You tensed up feeling the light grip he had on your inner thigh. Today, he was driving you crazy for all the wrong reasons.

Unconsciously, your thighs clenched a little, remembering how this was one of the ways you got turn on. Terushima frequently did this when you were both still dating a year ago, and it always led straight to the bed.

That breakup story is for another day.

Since the Spring qualifiers were just around the corner, you had to become a tad more strict to the team and thankfully, they still feared you even if you were their cute little bean.

Tendou had his ways to get your attention. The male was obviously more than a head taller so it would be stupid of him to not use this to his advantage.

A swift hand grabbed the clipboard you were holding and to no surprise, it was the red head causing trouble for you again. Since this was no time to be fooling around, your patience ran on thin ice.

"Satori fucking quit it!" "Hmmm, what about a no?" both of your rowdiness slowly got the attention of the whole team. "I'll give it back for a kiss, whattdya say, cutie?" Heat crept up to your cheeks but you knew well enough he just wanted to get a reaction out of you.

"Kiss my ass, tori! Now give it back!" you were both getting disctracting and coach Washijo was about to give a piece of his mind until the captain took the matters in his own hands.

"Enough." His stern cold voice sent shivers down everyone's spine. A man of few words, but his words are definite. If only the ground would swallow you whole.

You glanced over at your accomplice and he shown the same reaction you did. Like both of you were at his mercy.

"S-sorry Toshi. I'll be good." You whispered so only he could hear it. Before you even realized what you said, it had already slipped. The smug smirk was now visible on his face as he looked at you. Good thing his back faced the team.

Wordlessly, he send a sharp glare to Tendou "...sorry cap'tn" Nodding contented, Ushijima went back to his stoic nature. "It's good you're both learning. Be good for me."

There he goes again, dominance oozing off of him that even got the guess monster to submit. Tendou's sure to get a good teasing once practice is over.

The ride to Sendai City Gym, where the Miyagi Prefectural Spring Qualifiers would be held, felt long. It didn't help that you were sitting next to Ushijima again, his head on your shoulder like last time, but his hands had a slightly tighter grip on the plush of your thigh -- a little further and he might even feel the heat coming from your pussy.

It was obvious you were bothered. Well, to Tendou at least. The bus stopped for a bathroom break and the captain had to go so only a few were left in the vehicle. The cunning red head took this chance to rile you up.

He inched close to whisper in your ear "Aw, blushing because of the capt'n manager-chan? How unfair" he then bit your ear earning a small quiet moan that surprised both of you.

"Y/n-chan! How naughty!" his smirk was so smug that you wanted to punch it off his face. "Satori, WHAT THE FUCK!" Unbothered by your sudden outburst, he shrugged his shoulders. "Not my fault you look cute, kitten."

Tendou went back to his seat just as the rest of the members started to board the bus. Ushijima noticed how flustered you were and how red your ears were. He sent a glance to Tendou who was already looking at him with the same smirk he had given you.

"Did something happen?" you just shook your head and kept quiet, still feeling the heat in your cheeks.

The bus arrived at the provided hotel, an expensive one in fact. Everyone had been given individual rooms so you finally had the time to cool off your head alone and maybe touch your wet pussy a lil too.

Your train of thoughts came to a halt when the coach called for the team to get off and grab their stuff.

The man beside you grabbed your arm to prevent you from standing. Leaning close, he whispered “My room later. Only if you want to spend more time with me” he finished it off with a nibble to the opposite ear Tendou attacked.

A soft whimper came out of your mouth, quiet enough for only Ushijima to hear. He felt ecstatic seeing the effect he had on you. “What do you say, (Y/n)?” Nodding was the only thing you could do. You were so red and flustered no words seemed to come out.

“Atta girl.” With a pat on your head, he stood up and left you looking like a mess.

You settled down in your hotel room, contemplating what time you would see your captain in his own quarters.

As if on cue, a text from him arrived.

He usually texted dry but something about the way he’d been acting the past few days made you quite excited to see him.

You already knew his room number since you were the manager so after freshening up, you went straight to where he was.

*knock*

“Toshi? Can I come in?” “Go ahead.”

You were greeted by literal eye candy. His broad shoulders and chiseled chest caught your attention as soon as the door opened. Not to mention his hard well-maintained abs.

The biggest blow was him wearing gray sweats. It would be impossible to miss the huge trace of his member against the fabric.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.” Fuck. You got caught.

“S-sorry I was just a little distracted!” He smiled at your excuse then patted the bed. “C’mere and make yourself comfortable”

Once near his bed, he guided you to sit on his lap. Being so nervous around him, your position didn’t seem to process in your mind.

Sitting on top of his bulge made him harden. You felt it.

“Whadd'ya call me for cap— oh?” The door suddenly swung open revealing your other best friend. “My my, y/n. Getting comfy are we?”

"Tori? W-what are you doing here?" you felt small under their gazes. "Well, Wakatoshi over here surprisingly invited me to hang out first. Now, you answer me, angel. Why are you on his lap, hmm?"

"I-I...i-it just happened!" the red head smirked at you. "Better seat than the bleachers eh, Y/n-chan?~"

How much more would he tease you? You were already red all over. Feeling all shy, you shamelessly hugged Ushijima, head nuzzling his neck. With a whiny voice you complained to the man you were sitting on.

"Toshiii, Satori's being mean!" Ushijima smiled at your cute whines. "But don't you like it when he's mean, darling?" Not answering, you just snuggled closer to him.

"Y/n-chan, we know you like us but you're confusing. Do you actually LIKE like us, or are we just friends?"

Fuck. He just had to ask the million dollar question.

Lifting your head from Ushi's warm neck, you looked at Tendou "It's complicated Tori, I-I can't make up my mind."

Ushijima put a hand to your cheek and rubbed his thumb "Talk to us, baby. What's making it so hard to pick between us?"

"W-well, you're so sweet to me and you take care of me so much. You never let me have a hard time with the team and I like the way you're so goal driven when it comes to volley. It's endearing to see how your hardwork always pays off."

"As for Satori, he's playful and fun! He always cheers me up when I stress over things and he makes sure I don't feel left out during meetings and such..."

It was like you were already confessing, to two people even!

"So, you like us both. What's the problem with that?"

The woman was too stunned to speak.

"I can't like you both at the same time! That's just being selfish and unfair!" Tendou came loser and held you hand to his lips. "Ever heard of polygamy, babe? I'm totally fine with sharing you with Ushiwaka, 'sides, he's hot"

Ushijima couldn't be happier with the red head's words.

“No need to overthink things sweetheart, you can make him your boyfriend” he grips your face and pulls it closer to his “But remember I’m your daddy. Understand?”.

The sternness in his voice made you shudder. Tendou smirks at how meek you’ve become. No one has ever seen you so submissive.

You nod at the captain but the grip he has on your cheeks only tighten. “Words, Y/n.” “Y-yes daddy.” Good girl.”

The captain wasted no time and kissed you. Pushing his tongue to explore your mouth. His hands started roaming your body and found its way on your clothed breast, cupping and kneading it.

His other hand started stripping your gym shorts with your obviously wet underwear. Tendou, even not joining in all the action, was surely enjoying the show. He knew you were a freak. He felt it when you moaned from him biting your ear earlier.

"C'mere Tendou, give daddy a kiss." he gave the red head attention too. Now that your lower part was bare, he swiftly had his fingers wet with your slick and started rubbing your clit.

"A-ah fuck Toshi.." his other hand left your breast and started palming Satori's hard on. He had himself moaning into his kiss with the red head as well.

"Both of you, be good for me and strip. I'm gonna be a gentleman and deal with our girl here first. That alright with you, Tendou?" "Sure Wakatoshi, I'm gonna wait for my turn" he winked at the captain but it seemed as if Ushijima wasn't happy with him.

"Let me be clear. I'm daddy to you too, Satori. Now answer me properly." Satori couldn't refuse. He wouldn't even dare refuse.

"I'm gonna wait for my turn, daddy." "There we go. That's daddy's good boy. Now you, on the bed. Lie on your back." You did as you were told. Eyes hazy and desperate for his touch.

"Sorry, sweetheart. As much as I want to taste you, we don't have much time. I can put it in now right? I can't wait any longer." this has been the most talkative you've seen your captain but truthfully, his deep voice could play on repeat but you would never get tired of hearing him.

"Put it in daddy, please!" a deep chuckle left his lips as he stripped himself and lined his cock in your entrance.

He took you by surprise as he entered you in one swift thrust, not giving you time to adjust. But pleasure is always better with a lil pain, no?

"Ah fuck you're so tight baby. This pussy is mine, got it? Both of you are mine. Fuck!" he continued ramming himself into you, not waiting for you to get used to his huge dick.

He had a hand on your neck, squeezing it tight enough for you to not pass out. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head due to the overwhelming pleasure.

"F-feels good daddy, more!" he happily complied to your wants, speeding up his thrusts even more, fucking you so deep that your cervix might be bruised at this point.

"So good for me...'s fuckin' tight for me..!" your mind wasn't even functioning anymore. Ushijima was breaking you and you loved every second of it.

"On fours, baby. Why don't you make Satori feel good too?" your eyes landed on the middle blocker who was currently getting a handjob from the captain while he fucked you.

Following orders, you got up and changed positions. Tendou aligned his throbbing cock to the entrance of your mouth and began to face fuck you.

"Look at this fucking slut. You gettin' off on being fucked in both holes? Ah fuck right there- you...ugh...fucking whore!"

Tendou would definitely bully you at times, but never call you names so...vulgar. Instead of getting mad at him, your cunt tightened even more around Ushijima, causing him to groan.

"Tendou, she seems to like how you talk down on her. Oh my, I never thought you were such a freak Y/n. You're squeezing me so hard"

Satori sped up his thrusts "I'm fucking close! Take it, bitch! Take it like the slut you are!" Ushijima was moaning and thrusting hard and fast, signaling he was close as well.

The salty taste of Tendou's cum started pouring down your throat as he buried his dick in your mouth, letting out moans and curses.

Ushijima then pulled out and stood up, continuing to stroke his thick hard member.

"Both of you, kneel." without hesitation, you and Satori were on your knees, looking up in anticipation of the captain's next command. "Open." Both of your mouths were wide open, tongues sticking out.

Ropes of Ushijima's cum splattered on both of your faces as he grinned seeing his this picturesque painting that will forever be branded in his mind.

Tendou turned to you and cupped your face, slightly licking stray drops of cum on your cheeks before shoving his tongue into your mouth so you both could share your daddy's spend.

To keep the memory forever, he pulled out his phone and motioned for you both to look at the camera. “Won’t you two smile for daddy?”

Without hesitation, you and Tendou both broke into huge smiles while obviously looking so fucked out of your minds.

*click*

“Starting today, both of you are mine. You’re both free to object if this relationship isn’t what you want. I would never force you into something that would make you uncomfortable.”

“No, I want it, want you and ‘tori daddy!” You sounded quite desperate but who would even give a fuck.

Tendou quickly seconded your remark. “Been through all this trouble just to get y/n, but I want you all the same Wakatoshi.”

The captain raised a brow “Wakatoshi?” The middle blocker immediately knew his fault. “I meant daddy, I want you too daddy.”

With a sly grin, Ushijima caressed his cheek and gave him a kiss on the forehead “Thats right. My Good boy.” he coos. He gave you a kiss after, too.

If there wasn’t a match soon, you would all have another go, but it could always wait. “Let’s continue this later. We have a match to win. Won’t you cheer for us again, baby?”

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WINNER: SHIRATORIZAWA

There they stood in all of their glory, winning their first match. You were watching in the back with a big smile and teary eyes. Your two new boyfriends looked at you and gave such handsome smiles.

Pride filled your chest, for once again, your boys did it.

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The 100 Live Blogging

Alright yall, I'm gonna take a dive back into the only show aimed at teens that I watched as a teen. Everyone had their one CW show and this was mine. Separate posts will be made for separate watching sessions but episodes done in the same watching session will be added as reblogs. Block the tag "alli watches the 100" if you don't want this on your dash (no shame to ya)

Episode 1x01 Pilot

We are off to a bad start Netflix started playing suits when I opened it for some fucking reason

Right off the bat, Eliza Taylor's American accent isn't bad at all, but it's got the American vocal fry that I hate

Also it's really funny to me that the lead actors of this show have names that are near identical to people who are way more famous than them (Eliza Taylor and Bob Morely)

Not a good sign that the UK part of the Ark, the spaceship these people are staying post apocalypse, looks like it has cardboard on the exterior

Juvenile offenders call lockup "the sky box" which is was teenagers are never in charge of naming things

CW dialogue exposition my beloathed

Wells got himself arrested not for Clarke, but in my headcannon, that The 99 isn't as good of a title

My only solace for having to deal with Finn is that unlike the first time I watched this show, I know he dies instead of just wishing for it

Ah season one Bellamy hair, it makes him look like a middle school teacher

You see I hate CW dialogue but I also absolutely would have screamed "We're back bitches" if I was the first person back on earth in a century

Cue too on the nose pop song, radioactive by imagine dragons

I swear to god a solid 20% of Finn's dialogue is calling Clarke princess and im supposed to like him?

I will say off the bat Bellamy is the best character because so far he's the least clichéd and most interesting lol. Meanwhile I can't wait for his sister Octavia to be a good character because she does, she does get better but for now....yikes

Monty!!! Monty best boy!!!

FUCKED UP DEER MY BELOVED!!! TWO HEADED DEER WOOHOO!!!

I dont know how to explain it, everything on the Ark...like it doesn't look greenscreened but it does look weirdly hazy like it's not there??

The actor for Kane has a very bad American accent, it's so far up his nose it's like he's sick lol

Love the random girl who yelled "It's water!!!" When it started raining

Begging this society to stop using the term "floated" for executed it sounds so fucking stupid

Kane absolutely said the word "majority" instead of "maturity" and that's the take they used for some reason

Clarke is a beautiful artist and normally I don't wanna be the person to question this but how does she know what the Arc du Triumph is

Kane please don't say you're willing to "take us down to a cosmic Adam and Eve" to your female co-worker clearly both you and the writers don't realize how extra creepy that it

This show really likes shot to shot scenes where the camera is just panned up a little so you can see up the actor's nose and it's so awkward

I dont want to be that person, but I think it's very telling that Abby (Clarke's mother)'s best friend is an Asian woman who is still unnamed despite having more lines than multiple white characters who are already named. Like this show is quite diverse and it's not going to be fun rewatching and seeing how poorly they handled that diversity.

Director: "okay can you boys just improv for a moment to delay the scene so we can have the big moment at the chorus of the song?" Actors: "Sure boss!"

What!?!?! You're not alone on Earth?!?! I never would have seen that coming! /s

Final rating: 7/10 despite its flaws I'm far too interested to not continue. What shot Jasper?? Idk! It's a fun lord of the flies story that is really interesting if only its dialogue was better

#alli watches the 100 #long post

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New Recruit: A Sky High Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: What if Gwen tried recruiting Warren in his freshman year.

Gwen Grayson, 17 years old, student body president, wasn't who everyone thought she was. On the outside, she was a perfectly normal high school junior, but on the inside, she was secretly Sue Tenny, A.K.A Royal Pain. This was her 3rd year of recruiting villains at Sky High. She's already got 3 recruits so far.

Lash Stripe, 16 years old, a junior at Sky High, and one of Gwen's recruits. He was recruited at the beginning of freshman year. Lash only agreed because he wanted a stress reliever from all of the shit he went through, with his abusive father and a mother who had to work 24/7.

Speed West, 15 years old, a junior at Sky High, and another one of Gwen's recruits. He was recruited along with Lash at the beginning of freshman year, and while he didn't have an abusive father, he only joined because Lash was in the crew. He and Lash had built a strong relationship throughout high school.

Penny Lent, 16 years old, a junior at Sky High, and the last of Gwen's recruits. She was a cheerleader, and was recruited in the middle of her sophomore year, and while she also didn't have an abusive family member of any kind, she just wanted to have some fun. Even if anyone else found out about her being recruited alongside Gwen, she'd only get off with a slap on the wrist, because her parents are extremely rich.

Today, the 4 villains were looking for a 5th recruit. Sure, there were 4 of them already, and 4 was probably enough, but Gwen wanted more.

"But Gwen, aren't you happy with what you already have?", Penny asked.

"Of course I am, but I feel like it's not enough. I might need a 5th one."

"For what?", asked Lash. "Penny can multiply herself, Speedy can run really fast, and I can stretch out really long. And you, you can manipulate technology with your mind."

Gwen put her phone down and looked at Lash, "I know, Lash. I know we're all equally useful, but it feels like we're missing something. Something that's stronger than all 4 of us..."

In the corner, Warren Peace was just reading his copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, when he felt something splash on his head. It was a water balloon. He immediately slammed his book down to see who threw the water balloon, and saw a group of kids, snickering at him, and behind them were a whole bucket of water balloons. He wasted no time in stomping up to those assholes with an angry scowl.

"Can we help you, Peace?", one of the kids said.

"Did you throw that? And don't you dare lie to me, I see the water balloons behind you."

The kid looked behind him, and laughed when he saw the water balloons. "Oh yeah, I guess I did throw a balloon at you."

Warren grabbed the kid by the collar of his shirt. "Listen here, bitch. If you don't want me to roast you alive, I suggest you keep those stupid water balloons to yourself."

"Or what? You'll cry to your daddy? Oh wait, I forgot, your dad's in jail."

That was the tipping point. Warren erupted into a big body of fire, his entire body was engulfed in flames. Without another thought, he pounced on the kid and started smiling so evilly as the kid started screaming and crying in pain. Everyone around Warren backed away, too scared to interfere with the crazy hothead, because they knew none of them would survive.

Gwen just stared at Warren from afar, at first, she was only staring in shock, but then her mouth twisted into a big Joker smile. He's the perfect recruit, he'll make a very valuable asset to this team, thought Gwen.

Finally the fight stopped, and Warren backed away from the kid in triumph. The kid just lied there, looking helpless, and covered in burn scars and bruises.

"Nobody talks about my father.", said Warren before he walked away, taking his book with him. The hallway cleared for Warren, students quickly ran out of his way and some were clutching each other really tightly in fear.

"HE'S PERFECT!", Gwen shouted.

"Are you crazy?!", Penny exclaimed. "That's the infamous Warren Peace. The son of Barron Battle, the top supervillain, and the same person spending a quadruple life sentence with absolutely 0 chance of parole until after his 3rd life. That's who you want for a new recruit?"

"Penny, everything you said are the perfect reasons why he'd make an excellent recruit. But on top of all of that, he also has the perfect setup for a supervillain. Tragic backstory, bullied by his peers, 0 friends, and the most dangerous powers I've ever seen in my entire life.", Gwen ranted on. When she was finished, she pulled out a form from her bag, "Now all I need to do is get them to sign this form.", and she ran, searching for the dark and brooding man.

"She's gonna get herself killed.", Lash said.

"Agreed.", Speed replied.

"Double agreed.", Penny said.

All the while, Warren had just left the bathroom after a quick smoke break. He was startled out of his thoughts when he heard a woman's voice.

"You know, you really shouldn't smoke, hun. It's bad for you."

He turned around to see Gwen Grayson, smoking a cigarette, out in the hallway. What a fucking hypocrite, thought Warren.

"What do you want?", he asked, clearly not in the mood to get in another fight.

"Relax, hothead. I'm not here to fight you. I'm Gwen Grayson, student body president.", Gwen held out her hand and waited for Warren to shake it. Instead, Warren just stood there, still not in the mood.

"Warren Peace, the guy who didn't ask. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm late for my next class."

As Warren turned to leave, Gwen stepped in the way, the same Joker smile on her face.

"Like I said, I'm not here to fight. I just want to offer you a deal.", said Gwen.

"Well that depends on what kind of deal it is.", replied Warren.

"Well, Peace. I've heard some pretty interesting rumors about you, saying you're going to be just like your father one day.", Gwen pulled out the form from her pocket, "Well would you like a headstart on that?"

Warren was shocked.

"I may seem all innocent and nice, but I'm secretly a high school girl from the 80's."

"Can you start at the beginning please? Because I'm so fucking confused right now."

"Very well."

So Gwen began to tell her story. "There once was a girl named Sue Tenny, that's me, my real name. She was a technopath, she could manipulate technology with her mind, it was the greatest power ever. But since technology wasn't as useful back in the day, she was written off as a science geek and thrown into the Sidekick Class. So she did everything she could to show everyone that she's not just a science geek, that her powers are actually useful. And as she did that, she started recruiting villains at the school, but sadly, when the principal found out, she was expelled. But that didn't stop Gwen. Instead, she built a very strong, very powerful, and very fabulous suit, and started facing off all of the greatest superheroes in the world, and turning them into babies with her powerful gun named The Pacifier. A beautiful gun that could turn a full grown adult into an adorable little baby. When she faced off against the Commander, she captured him and tried to do the same, but unfortunately, his strength caused the darn thing to explode..."

As Gwen kept talking, Warren just stood there. His mouth agape, and his whole face was covered in shock.

"That was you? You're Royal Pain? But The Pacifier exploded, and I thought it killed you.", said Warren.

Gwen laughed at that, she patted Warren's cheek condescendingly. "Warren, honey, that's where everyone was wrong. When The Pacifier exploded, I wasn't destroyed, I was merely turned into a baby. A kind man named Stitches took me in and raised me as his daughter, and as I grew up, I still remembered all of the things from my past life. How my useful powers weren't treated as such, how I was written off as a science geek, and how that stupid Commander nearly killed me. But now I'm back, and I was given a 2nd chance to finally defeat the Commander once and for all...and so can you, Warren Peace."

Gwen handed Warren the form.

"Just fill out this form and you'll be good to go.", and with that, she put out her cigarette and left.

Warren just stared at the form. He was being handed a chance to get revenge on the Commander on a silver platter. At first, he wasn't so sure. There was something inside him that didn't want to give in and prove everyone right, to prove all of the rumors true.

But then he remembered back to the countless times where he had been picked on for things that weren't his fault, and relentlessly bullied for shit he didn't even do. Plus, he had already given one kid a countless amount of 3rd degree burns, and basically indirectly threatened everyone who witnessed the fight.

So without another thought, he pulled out a pen and signed the form.

#sky high #warren peace #gwen grayson #royal pain's crew #sue tenny #lash #speed #penny lent #royal pain #my fics #sky high fanfic #fanfic

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cleanlenins · 3 years

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Ectober Day 6: Witching Hour

Words Spoken at the Witching Hour

Chapter 2

Jack and Maddie disproved Ouija boards in College, but why not give them another try? However, fixing their mistakes will take more than just an old board and some candles.

AO3

While her violent outburst had been cathartic, Maddie was regretting her rash decision to destroy the ancient spirit board. She sifted through the ashes, pulling larger pieces of charred wood from the pile and dumping them into the bin. Her gloves were covered in soot and charcoal, the dusty particles sliding over the rubbery texture. She grabbed the planchet, and examined it. The dark ash seemed grey next to the impossible black of the little cursor. She clenched her fist around it and started to toss it into the trash can. But hesitated.

“Mom? Oh my God, what happened here?” Maddie whipped around to see Jazz standing at the door to the kitchen. She had one hand covering her mouth as she gaped at the mess. The table, while still standing, had a huge whole burned into the center. Maddie knew that she must look a sight as well, eyes puffy and red from lack of sleep and soot stains on her cheek.

“We had a bit of an accident with our experiment last night,” Maddie said smoothly. It was what she and Jack had decided to tell the kids until they had a chance to sort through their thoughts. Before they had a chance to figure out if there was any validity to Phantom’s claim.

When Maddie had bought the spirit board, the lady had told her that spirits could not lie while communicating through the object. Maddie had never expected the blasted thing to work, so she hadn’t set up any more trustworthy methods for determining if a ghost was lying or not. An oversight on her part based on her own hubris.

“I thought you guys agreed that you would keep all of your experiments in the lab from now on?” Jazz crossed her arms.

“I’m sorry sweetie. We didn’t realize it was something that would turn...explosive. We will be sure to keep things downstairs from now on,” Maddie assured Jazz. Jazz looked skeptical, but did not press the point. Instead, she skirted around the stains on the linoleum and began to make her some breakfast. Maddie glanced at the planchet still held in her hand, and stashed it in her pocket.

Maddie removed her gloves and tossed them in the special tub she and Jack kept for their hazmat suits. She quickly washed her hands before putting on a clean pair. She rubbed her tired eyes, moving around Jazz to get to the coffee pot. How did she get through so many sleepless nights in college? She already felt dead on her feet. She must be getting old.

She reached to flick on the coffee pot, before jerking away as the coffee pot shocked her. Not hard, nothing more than simple static electricity. But it startled her.

“Mom? Are you okay?” Jazz asked.

“Fine, Jazzy,” Maddie stared at the machine in shock and reached out to touch it again. No shock occurred. “I think I might need to change the filtrator in the coffee machine battery. It just shocked me a bit.”

“Through rubber gloves?” Jazz raised an eyebrow. Maddie’s mind buffered, looking down at her hands.

“Maybe a more serious issue,” Maddie muttered. Jazz sighed.

“And I was really looking forward to coffee,” The teen slumped, still scrambling eggs. Loud steps were coming from the stairs, and Maddie turned to see Danny walking into the kitchen.

Well, walking probably wasn’t the best word. He was slumped over, backpack hanging from one shoulder. His eyes were rimmed in red and heavy bags laid under his eyes. He slumped into a dining chair, not even commenting on the hole in the table before laying his head in his hands.

“Danny, are you okay?” Jazz asked. Mother and Daughter wore matching looks of concern. The black haired teenager mumbled something incomprehensible. Maddie hesitantly walked over, putting her hand on his shoulder.

He was freezing. Cold enough that she could feel his temperature even through the thick gloves. Maddie swallowed thickly.

“Honey, did you not sleep well?” Maddie asked. Danny sat up, blearily looking up at his Mom.

“Weird dreams,” He mumbled, blinking up at his mom. Maddie rubbed his arm

“What kind of dreams?” She pressed. Danny grunted.

“Just...bad memories. Mistakes.”

“Was it...about the CATs?” Maddie startled, Jazz was suddenly by her side putting a plate of eggs in front of Danny. He looked down at his plate, but didn’t reach for them.

“No. The other thing. The first thing,” Danny said.

“What thing are you talking about?” Maddie asked. Dany didn’t react, but Jazz looked sheepish.

“Danny has had a lot of test anxiety over the last few years. I have been helping him work through it,” Jazz said quickly. She avoided Maddie’s eye and turned on heel to go back and grab another plate. “You don’t need to worry, Mom.”

Maddie looked at Danny, who was pushing his food around on his plate and slumping closer and closer to the table. And knew she was very worried.

~~~

Once the kids had left for school, Maddie unplugged the coffee maker and carried it down into the lab. Jazz had to nearly drag Danny out of his chair, her brother stumbling into her before catching his balance. Jazz had continuously uttered assurances that Danny was fine and did not need to go to the doctor. Jazz had chattered continuously, Maddie unable to get a word in as they slammed the front door behind her.

With a sigh, she set the coffee pot on the table. Jack was already in the lab, looking just as ragged as she. He was pouring over security footage from the lab, trying to find any evidence of Danny being Phantom.

“How’s it going?” Maddie asked. She massaged her hand.

“We really should have labelled these tapes,” Jack frowned. “We didn’t even order them. I keep switching between tapes from the last few months, to one before Danny was even born. This could take days. Weeks, even.”

Maddie nodded. She had been afraid of something like that. Instead of joining her husband by the small tv, she walked over to where she had kept the notes on the spirit board. She rubbed her hands together, before reaching to pick up the top page.

And dropped it immediately. Her hand trembled. Part of her didn’t want to know the truth. Because if all of this was true. If she and Jack had-

“Mads, come look,” Jack said, more chipper than before. Maddie turned away from the papers, holding her hand close to her chest. Jack had a video paused on the screen. He let it play.

It was Danny, when he was five or six. Jack and Maddie were working on a project in the corner, while Danny was running around. He had a toy rocket in hand, making zooming noises as he sent the little astronauts on a space exploration. He prattled on, making up ridiculous plots where aliens attacked, where wormholes opened to other galaxies, where he had to be a superhero to save the earth from a meteor. Maddie smiled at the memory. Until she watched Danny trip over a spare bit of wire and faceplant into the floor. He started wailing, past Maddie and Jack whirling around and scooping him into a big hug. Maddie felt tears in her eyes. She removed one of her gloves to wipe them away.

“What if we failed him, Jack?” Maddie’s voice trembled. Jack turned a baleful look up at his wife before stopping. An expression of shock on his face.

“Maddie. Your hand,” He jumped out of his seat to get closer. Maddie looked down at her hand.

A circular burn sat in the middle of her palm. Small Lichtenberg figures scattered from the center. But the most striking thing was that the figures were pulsing a bright green. Maddie stared at the mark in horror. Once more she felt a jolt in her hands, her fingers twitching, and the mark grew.

“Jack,” Maddie whispered in fright. Jack took her hand in his, examining it closely. “What is it?”

Jack let go of Maddie’s hand, before running over to the notes himself. He rummaged through them quickly. Maddie felt herself shaking, looking down at the unnatural mark on her hand. Jack let out a noise of triumph as he held up a piece of paper.

“Make sure to end your contact with the spirit when you are finished conversing. If not, you may attach the spirit to yourself. This can have many consequences, depending on the power of the spirit. It can result in something as mundane as constant bad luck or-” Jack faltered, gaping at the page.

“What? What is it Jack?”

“-or as severe as dying the same death,” Jack gulped. “Maddie. Maddie we didn’t do any of the things to close the ritual. You’re still connected.”

I just wanted to look inside. I tripped over a wire. I hit the button on the inside. The portal turned on. And I died.

“ He was electrocuted,” Maddie sobbed, hand spasming. “It’s true, isn’t it? We killed our baby?”

Jack had tears streaming down his face as he rushed forward and crushed Maddie into a hug. She sobbed into his chest. In grief. In guilt. In exhaustion. In fear. Her whole body shook with the force of her tears. Had Jack not been holding her, she would have collapsed onto the ground in a puddle of tears.

“We have to find a way to stop this. To stop the connection,” Jack said. He rushed over to the papers, fanning them out so he could see more than one of them at a time. Maddie joined him, her hand occasionally spasming.

The two of them poured over the notes, double checking them with the Nightingale notebook to see if they could find any correlation to the spirit board. But the notebook only condemned the use of such objects, and did nothing at all to say how to counter their effects. Burning it was briefly mentioned on an online source, but considering it was already a pile of ash that seemed unlikely. Maddie and Jack started to comb through more and more sources, each less reputable than the last. As time crept on, the spasms became more painful. The lighting marks spread up her forearm, up her shoulder, nearly touching her neck. Tears were constantly pouring from her eyes as she barely contained herself from screaming in agony.

The two started when they heard the door upstairs slam. Maddie looked up, sweat pouring down her face. Jack slapped his forehead.

“Of course. We should ask Danny. Maybe he knows something,” The man said, sprinting up the stairs. Maddie hobbled after him, leaning heavily into the wall as she made her way up the stairs. She slowly made her ascent, and opened the lab door.

Jazz was talking to Jack, but she was not alone. Sam and Tucker were standing in the kitchen, Danny’s unconscious body held between them. Maddie gasped at the sight.

“So he is like this because you and Mom did some hairbrained ritual that literally blew up in your faces?” Jazz was angry. Her face was nearly the color of her hair, red with the force of her rage.

“Jazz, we didn’t know,” Maddie whispered. Jazz finally noticed her mom entering the room and gasped in horror. Both Tucker and Sam wore similar expressions.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” Jazz rushed over to Maddie, offering her shoulder. Jack filled the teens in on what they had discovered, how Danny was now attached to Maddie, and how it was slowly killing her.

“Please, if you know any way to undo this,” Jack pleaded. This was their last chance.

“I do,” Sam said. Jack beamed, eyes brightened with hope. “But we will have to work fast. Things like this have a time limit.”

“How long?”

“We have to separate them before the Witching Hour of the next day, or else there is nothing that we can do,” Sam said confidently. Jack glanced at the clock. It was already six pm.

“That gives us nine hours, right? We should be able to do that,” Jazz said. But Sam frowned.

“I have to go to my house and get a lot of supplies, and it will take time to set it all up. And I can’t guarantee it will work. It’s not like I have ever actually had to do this,” Sam said.

“Please,” Maddie begged, as she looked at Danny’s slumped body. “Try.”

~~~

The setup had taken them the better part of six hours. Every ingredient had to be burned for a specific amount of time. Every line painted on the floor had to be at the perfect angle. The candles could only burn for so long, with certain herbs mixed in. The remains of the spirit board had to be collected into one space. It was time consuming. It was tedious. And there was no guarantee it would work.

Maddie and Danny were not able to help with the preparations. Danny because he had not woken up since Sam and Tucker had brought him home. He was resting on the couch, completely out of touch with the world. Maddie, however, was not in such a peaceful state.

It was taking all of her effort not to simply curl up and scream. It felt like both fire and ice had poured into her veins, both trying to kill her from the heat and the cold. Her skin looked ashen and pale, sweat and tears constantly pouring down her face. She shook and seized from the volts of electricity that started at her hand and burst through her whole body. She couldn’t stop the whimpers that escaped, causing the others in the room to look over at her with concern.

When the preparations were complete, Jack helped Maddie into the middle of the setup. The electric lights in the room were turned off, with only the candles glow illuminating the room. Maddie nearly crawled to the spot she was supposed to be. She pulled out the little planchet and placed it within arms reach.

Sam had done everything she could, but Maddie had made the connection. Maddie had to sever it.

Maddie took the sterile knife and cut the inside of her arm. She let the blood pour into a basin that held the remains of the spirit bored. Her quivering hands spilled some blood onto the floor and not just in the bowl. But not enough to ruin the painted words. Maddie used her fingers to mix the blood with the ash, creating a paint. With trembling hands, she reached one finger onto the floor and began to draw the Ogham script she remembered from the spirit board. Slowly, as she could afford no mistakes, she drew a new board on the floor. Each one had to be in the exact order as the board had been and she had never been so grateful to Jack for taking a picture of the thing before they used it. Inch by inch, she recreated the board on her kitchen floor.

Now, she had to wait. Wait until the blood had dried enough that she could roll the planchet across the words without smudging. Every second was an eternity of pain, every moment a new level of agony even higher than the last. It might have been five minutes. It might have been an hour. But eventually, she could tell that the bright red of her blood had faded to a sickly brown. She risked touching it, and found it completely dry. She grabbed the planchet, and place a single bloody finger on it.

“Phantom, I would like to speak to you today. Please, I beg you, talk to me,” Maddie’s voice cracked. She waited a breathless moment, before the cursor began to move.

Mom?

“Yes, it’s me,” Maddie bit her lip hard as her body was wracked with pain.

You’re hurt

“ I’m fine sweetie,” Maddie lied. She had to finish this. She didn’t know how much time she had. “Phantom, I have said all that I have to say. My questions are complete. I close this doorway. I close this connection. Your spirit is not bound here.”

Maddie thought she heard a gasp, but she didn’t know where. Suddenly, all the candles turned once more into the strange corona glow. The planchet moved once more.

Goodbye

Maddie watched in fascination as the planchet dissolved into dust. The candles snuffed themselves out and the room was filled with darkness. Maddie slumped in relief as the pain seemed to melt away.

“Mom?” Danny groaned, the light flickering on. Danny stood by the switch, rubbing his eyes as he took in the state of the kitchen.

Jack and Maddie rushed him, crushing him in a hug they hoped expressed everything they couldn’t bring themselves to say.

#Ectober Month 2021 #Ectoberhaunt 2021 #Ectoberhaunt trick #danny phantom #My writing #Cartoons #Ritual

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pilmik · 3 years

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No better way to start a writing blog than by writing something completely self indulgent lmao college students this might hit too close to home but in my defense the new sem started and I'm. Mess

Gen: angst ig???some fluff? hurt/comfort? Quite literally just me writing what I want to hear

CW: insecurities, negative thoughts

Wakatoshi loves volleyball

Everyone knows this

Ever since he was little, he's lived and breathed for the sport

There's nothing better to him than the feeling of the ball hitting his hand, the adrenaline rush of a scored point, the satisfaction of a game well won

He didn't get this far on enjoyment alone though

As his s/o, you know this better than anyone, save for his coaches and teammates of course

You know the effort he's put in, you know that for every second he shines on the court in front he's spent hours practicing alone or with his teammates

And he shines on the court

Watching him play will never fail to make your heart stutter and your lungs feel like they're not getting enough air

After being with him as long as you have, you know enough about volleyball to know that Wakatoshi is something special

His speed, his strength, his reliability

No matter how many times you see that spike, the sound of the ball hitting the floor stays deafening

Wakatoshi was made to play Volleyball. It's an objective fact. Sometimes you think that the sport loves him just as much as he loves it

Sometimes, you get so jealous you could scream

one of the perks of being the volleyball captain's s/o is that you always get the best seats

You watch front row as your boyfriend leads his team to victory, and he always leads them to victory.

You watch, time and time again, as he scores the match point, that sharp wham of the ball hitting the court that sings triumph

Wakatoshi isn't the most expressive person. When his team wins a game, most people would write off his impassive face as nonchalance or as vanity, thinking maybe he's won so many times it doesn't feel like anything for him anymore

But you know him. You know that if you look hard enough at the end of a game, you can see a gleam in his eyes. A gleam that somehow means both satisfaction and hunger

Because while at the end of every game means victory, the end of every game also means the start of a new one, a new challenge, a new opportunity to be on the court. He loves every second of it

You know you're probably the worst person on the world for feeling this way about someone you love, but every time you see that gleam in his eyes, any pride and happiness you feel on his behalf is stained with resentment and an envy so bitter it stays on your tongue for days

You've never had that gleam in your eyes. You've never loved something so entirely, so completely as Wakatoshi loves volleyball

You honestly doubt you ever will

It's not like you're talentless or you don't have hobbies, you have the things you're good at and you have the things you like to do but it's not the same

You want so desperately to know what he feels like, to be doing something and to think, I could do this for the rest of my life and die happy

on your worst days, you wonder why he stays by your side at all

You watch him play, surrounded by his court and his team (no the court or the team, his.) And you wonder what he could get from you that he couldn't get from the sting of the ball on his palm, or the squeak of his shoes on hardwood

He's brilliant, wherever he goes be burns so brightly you swear he leaves scorch marks. What could a forest fire possibly want from a candle?

You watch them play a game against some college team, they win straight sets and Wakatoshi dominated the court, scoring a majority of the points. you're quiet on your way home, and he asks if you were bored by the game

You immediately tell him no, because on most days you love seeing him play, and you try and explain how you feel

He doesn't understand what you're talking about, obviously

Contrary to what most people think, your boyfriend isn't stupid or dense. He has trouble understanding different social cues and conceptualizing some of the more complicated emotions other people feel, but he's not an idiot

But these specific insecurities are something he's never had to face. For him, it's been volleyball since the start. His earliest memories are of his father in the yard, tossing a blue and yellow ball into the air while he sits on the engawa, chubby hands holding tight to a pink vabo-chan plush

It doesn't make sense to him, if you don't have anything like that, then all you need to do is find something you're good at, correct? Then you'll be happy

He tells you this, in his usual matter-of-fact way. (you can imagine how that went)

He doesn't understand why your eyes go glassy, or why you tell him you'll be fine walking by yourself for the rest of the way

But he does understand that he's made you upset, and he knows that he never wants to look into your eyes and see tears that he's put there

As he walks back to his dorm, he's wracking his brain trying to make sense of how you told him you felt, and what he said in response

He's still thinking as he enters the doorway, ignoring Tendou's greeting as he neatly removes his runners and puts them away

This, of course, alerts his redheaded friend, knowing Wakatoshi was taught to mind his manners

He leaves whatever he was doing to see him at the entrance, taking in his pinched expression. He knows that Wakatoshi walks you home after every game, and it doesn't take a genius to connect the dots

He quickly presses the pad of his thumb between Wakatoshi's furrowed eyebrows, smoothing the lines there

"trouble in paradise, Wakatoshi-kun? You can't keep frowning like that you know, you'll get wrinkles! Everyone already thinks you're an old man"

Wakatoshi trusts his best friend, even if he teases him constantly. Besides you, Tendou is his main confidant

He explains what happened much like someone would explain a mission report, in perfect unbiased detail. He tell him what you said, how he thought and responded and your reaction. Tendou is always patient with him, giving him his full attention.

After he finishes his story, his friend sits on his haunches in the middle of the hallway for a few minutes, pointer finger to his chin, head cocked and eyes to the ceiling, hmmmmmming thoughtfully

Wakatoshi waits at the entrance of their dorm room until Tendou snaps his eyes away from the ceiling and onto him

"Wakatoshi kun, I'm going to need you to imagine something for me"

His eyebrows pinch together again, but he nods

"Imagine you never played volleyball, you're exactly the same in every way, except your dad never showed you so you never learned how to play. Try and imagine who you'd be"

Wakatoshi tries his best to imagine, he replaces the blue and yellow ball in his memory with a red one, the bouncy kind they sell in bins at the grocery store. He replaces vabo-chan with some kind of stuffed animal wearing a bow

He thinks about school, about going straight home after class is over, and going to the gym only on weekends

He finds he's skipping parts of his life in large gaps, empty spaces he doesn't know what to do with, his future completely blank. It's terrifying.

Tendou must see the dawning horror on his face because he jumps up quickly with a flourish, clapping his hands together once to draw Wakatoshi out of his daydream

Tendou looks at him, smiling and says "y/n-chan doesn't have their volleyball. Most people aren't as lucky as you, finding your volleyball so early Wakatoshi-kun. Some people never find their's at all"

He stands at the entrance quietly for awhile after Tendou returns to his room, thinking about how scary it felt to imagine, even for a few minutes, his life full of the blanks that his sport filled

He wonders how it would be like to have those blanks empty all the time, with not even a clue how to complete them

Swallowing his pride, Wakatoshi realizes he wouldn't be able to live like that. Wouldn't be able to go forward into such unknowable territory, under such impossible odds

He thinks about you waking up every day, seeing your life full of blanks, and still pushing forwards despite it

He doesn't get much sleep that night.

You wake up in the morning to Wakatoshi's text ringtone

7:10am Toshi <3: Call in sick for first period.

7:10am Toshi <3: I am going to pick you up at 8.

7:13am Toshi <3: I will bring you breakfast.

7:27am Toshi <3: Wear a light jacket, it's chilly.

The half of you that's still hurt over yesterday wants to tell him to shove breakfast up his ass, but then you realise something

You stare at your phone, deeply confused

Doesn't he have volleyball practice before school?

You get ready quickly, and sure enough, when you walk out of your door at exactly 8:00, Wakatoshi is there.

He's wearing his tracksuit and runners, and he hands you a paper bag from the conbini. There's an apple, a bag of grapes and onigiri. In his other hand he's holding a warm drink, written on the lid is your favourite, exactly how you like it

"I am taking you to the park."

You tilt your head up at him, confused

"don't you have volleyball practice?"

"I'm skipping. We are going to feed the ducks."

The idea of Ushijima Wakatoshi skipping volleyball practice stuns you into silence, and you simply follow his lead to the direction of the park, you walking and him doing some sort of ridiculous exercise thing that looks like it'd make you puke

When you get there, you're happy to find that your usual bench is empty.

Wakatoshi pulls a water bottle out of his ridiculously-deep men's tracksuit pockets while you take the bunch of grapes out of the bag, neatly dividing it in half. You decide to take the big half of the grape bunch for once, because he was being a jerk yesterday and you deserve to feed the ducks more than he does. You give him his half and you both start feeding the ducks in silence

After awhile, he decides to speak

"Tendou made me imagine something yesterday"

You turn to face him, but he's still looking at the ducks

"he told me to imagine my life if I'd never played volleyball"

He frowns

"he said to imagine everything about me was the same, except I never started playing. I found that it was difficult"

"there were many things I found I couldn't fill in, both in my life and in myself"

"but the worst part was imagining the future. I couldn't imagine a single thing to put in it"

"I wouldn't be able to live like that. To live every day and see blank spaces and uncertainties. It sounds terrible"

He pauses for a moment and you're like :/ wow king thanks for the pep talk

But he takes a deep breath and he continues

"I think, for a person to face that uncertainty and keep pushing forward, they would have to be exceptional"

Your head snaps to look at him so fast you almost get whiplash

Exceptional

There's a word that you've never used to describe yourself

"I think, that if I knew someone like that, I would tell them that they are strong in a way that I doubt I will ever be"

He finally turns to look at you, and you try your best to see him through the tears distorting your vision

"after awhile of thinking, I finally thought of something that I could put in that blank future. Would you like to know what it was?"

You just nod, not trusting your words. His big hands gently engulf your own and for a moment you're absolutely certain Ushijima Wakatoshi will be the death of you

"if I didn't have Volleyball, if I didn't have a single clue of what I could do with my future, if I still had you by my side, I think I would be alright"

One hit K.O.

He keeps going though, as if he didn't just kill you

"if you would have me, I'd like to be in your blank future. For as long as it takes for you to find your volleyball, I'll be there. If it's months or years or decades,"

"if decades pass and you never find your volleyball, I would still like to stay by your side. Maybe your volleyball is looking for volleyball?"

His face contorts in consideration of the idea, and you can't help but laugh wetly, your tears soaking into his jacket as you bury your face into his arm

He presses a soft kiss to your head

"I apologize for what I said last night. I didn't understand"

You only shake your head

You two sit in companionable silence for a little longer so you can eat your breakfast, then you both walk to second period hand in hand

It's only in the boredom of your math class that you realize the gravity of what your boyfriend had said to you in the park

11:08 you: Tendou

11:08 you: was I tripping

11:08 you: or did Wakatoshi /propose/ to me in the park today

Tendou is typing......

A/N: I've never posted this kind of stuff before so comments would really be appreciated! Like if there's something I could do to make my stuff easier to read or whatever I wanna hear it! Even if it's mean I promise I'll only cry a little

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micasaessakusa · 3 years

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MSBY Black Jackals breakups (as song lyrics)

Characters: Bokuto Koutarou, Hinata Shouyou, Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi Genre: Angst, Breakup Word Count: 2.305 words

B O K U T O K O U T A R O U

Bokuto Koutarou is a star.

That’s what he is to everyone around him, not just to you. He’s the kind of star who captivates everyone who so much as glances his way, and the more you get to know him, the more the thought keeps being reaffirmed in your mind.

Much like a star, he burns bright, and he also burns strong - something you only truly began to understand the more you stay by his side.

And true to himself, Koutarou’s love is also all-consuming. Intense. Wholehearted. Unconditional. So much so that in the process of being with him, you began to just… be consumed. You started to forget about yourself.

It wasn’t his fault by any means. After all, he was just being himself, but recently, you couldn’t say the same for yourself.

Everything changed. Not on his side, no - he remains the same loving man he is, but you… you changed. But lately, everything he does for you does nothing but annoy you.

Blindsided by just about anything, your sweet days together turned into nothing but fighting.

One day, you just suddenly find yourself screaming at his face because of a miniscule thing you found annoying. Something you don’t even remember anymore. ‘What happened to the two of you?’ is the running thought in Bokuto’s mind, but you just can’t get yourself to feel otherwise.

Lately, you’ve been so angry all the time. And in your blind anger, you blame him for what’s happening, not at all realizing that this rift in your relationship is no one else’s fault but yours.

With a second of lull in the air in the midst of you shouting at him, you collapse on the edge of the bed as realization dawns on you.

This couldn’t go on.

What you have, or what is left of it anyway, is doing nothing but hurt the both of you. All you’ve been doing is hurt him.

And as you sit there clenching your jaw as you try to stop the traitorous tears from falling, he slumps beside you. He rests his hand on top of your own, a gentle touch you’ve been missing for weeks, and he lets out a deep sigh.

The tears finally roll down his cheeks upon the unspoken thought that hangs in the air surrounding the two of you. He knows what’s coming, making him squeeze your hand lightly to get even a semblance of comfort from you.

“I’ve come to hate you, Kou. I’ve come to hate our relationship,” you mutter quietly as you clasp his hand between your shaky pair, running your thumb over his knuckles in your feeble attempt to soothe him.

“I’ve come to hate the way I love you, but even now-- even now… I still can’t put anybody else above you…”

Thick rivulets of tears cascade down his cheeks and he bites down the sobs that harshly crawl out of his throat, and he can’t fight it anymore, he embraces you one last time knowing full well what your next words would be.

“I still love you, Bokuto Koutarou, I love you so much,” you sob against his chest.

“...which is why I’m letting you go.”

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“i hate you, i love you, i hate that i love you don’t want to, but i can’t put nobody else above you” - i hate u i love u, gnash

H I N A T A S H O U Y O U

Childhood sweethearts, that’s what you were.

From elementary, to middle school even up until high school, you found yourselves always within an arm’s reach of each other.

With your similar personalities - your drive, your passion, your burning perseverance to reach for your dreams, it wasn’t exactly difficult for you to fall for him and for him to harbor the same feelings towards you.

You supported each other, and you overcame just about everything life has thrown your way as you remained together for so long.

And you were confident, as was he. You were both certain that despite the differing paths in your future, your feelings for each other could and would survive regardless of your decisions.

You should’ve known it takes more than love to keep a relationship alive.

“I have to do this, [Y/N],” he whispers as he holds your hands in his own pair. Each quiet sniffle you make claws at his heart like sharp blades, and he fails to hold back tears of his own.

He tries to gulp down the lump in his throat, but he finds that the longer he hears you cry, the harder it is for him to go through his plans. But he’s already decided. It’s difficult, yes, but he knows he has to trust his plans for if he doesn’t, he knows he’ll regret it in the future.

And Hinata Shouyou hates nothing more than lost opportunities.

He has to go to Rio, and he’s going to do it for himself, even if it means he has to break his relationship with you.

“Shouyou--” you say as you try to stop from sobbing out. “It could work, we could still work even if you’re goin--”

“[Y/N],” his quiet call of your name cuts off your rambling. Taking your hands close to him, he plants a kiss on your knuckles as he gently prompts you to look at him.

“You and I both know it won’t work.”

Letting go of your hands, he chooses to engulf you in an embrace, one that you know would be the last one for quite some time. As he pulls you impossibly close to his warmth, he utters the words you so desperately wish are false, despite knowing otherwise.

“We were just kids when we fell in love, and we didn’t know what it was. We used to think love would always triumph above all, but now… now we know it’s not always enough.”

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“‘cause we were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was” - perfect, ed sheeran

M I Y A A T S U M U

The moment the words passed through his lips, he immediately wanted to take them back.

Right now, you could see it on his face - the realization, the urge to take it all back, but in the end, he doesn’t. And that spells all the difference in the world.

He remains standing a few steps away from you. Close enough that you could easily see the way his jaw is tense and how his fists are clenched tight to the point where his knuckles are turning white.

As for you, you remain as still as a statue. You can’t move, can’t speak. You can’t even blink because if you do, it would surely cause the first of your tears to break free.

The persistent stinging in the back of your eyes makes you want to flee the room, but you don’t. You stay standing in the middle of the space full of air that’s heavy with tension so thick.

The silence fills the room for a couple of beats, but you will yourself to slice through it.

“... let’s break up then,” you push through the lump in your throat, voice cracking at the end.

“If I’m nothing but a ‘fuckin bother,’ as you said, then I don’t see the point why we’re still together,” you vaguely register the wetness pooling in your lids and spilling to your cheeks, but you make no move to wipe them away.

He visibly flinches when you throw his words back at him, but he still doesn’t take them back. He doesn’t move to apologize as he remains stubbornly rooted in his place, not even able to look you in the eyes.

You wait for him to say something, anything to show you he’s willing to fight for your relationship, but you get nothing. And only now do you really begin to comprehend just how alone you are in this fight.

It takes two to make a relationship work, so what use would it be to move forward when the other has already given up?

But it’s all your fault, you think to yourself.

They told you, but you didn’t listen. Everyone told you how Miya Atsumu has no space in his heart for nothing but volleyball.

His whole being is set only on one thing, everything else be damned.

Everyone around you told you the same thing, but you didn’t listen because you so naively thought you could stand by him, that it doesn’t matter if you’re not his top priority. It doesn’t matter if you’re not his number one, so long as he allows you to stay by his side to love him… only now do you see just how stupid you were in thinking he even wanted somebody to be by his side.

A low, humorless chuckle escapes you the same time your tears roll down your cheeks. You didn’t want to believe it, but now that you’ve been slapped with the truth, you begin to see just how little you matter to him - how much you don’t matter to him.

So you turn around.

You turn around to walk out the room, leaving your heart in the hands of someone who never wanted it in the first place. With your back turned to him, you tell him the words that weigh heavily in your own fragile little heart.

“They told me that only a fool would fall for you… that only a fool would continue to stay by your side doing what I do… then I guess, I’m nothing but a fool for falling for you.”

Each step you take towards the door is one step farther you distance yourself from him. Each step you take forward is one less chance he has of taking you back…

But in the end, he lets you leave. He doesn’t even move to go after you.

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“only fools fall for you, only fools, only fools do what i do, only fools fall” - fools, troye sivan

S A K U S A K I Y O O M I

Sakusa Kiyoomi is many things, but perhaps one of the things that makes you fall for him harder and harder everyday is his persistence.

When he sets his mind to something, he keeps his focus, pours in unbelievable amounts of effort, and makes sure to see it through to the end. He’s always so consistent, and you love that about him.

You love seeing your Kiyoomi always working hard to better himself. He always seeks to improve even in the littlest of ways, and that alone makes him so amazing in your eyes. And it’s what makes him one of the best in his field.

Sometimes though… sometimes his persistence goes a tad bit more than even his own standards. Which means most, if not all of the time, he settles for nothing but perfection. Unfortunately, Kiyoomi seems to think the same goes for you too.

You’ve always known about his bluntness ever since before you got into a relationship with him, but you never really expected to be at the receiving end of it.

It started off with him being supportive of your decisions. Then came his attempts to push you towards improvement, something you greatly appreciated. But recently…

‘I’m sure you could do it better, babe’ somehow turned to ‘do it better,’ until it became nothing but ‘you can’t even do it right.’

Day by day, each sharp word thrown at you slices through your heart, and over time, it just seemed like he viewed you as- as not enough. Someone who couldn’t even do things right. And over time, you started to believe it too. Then you began to think how you’re probably wasting his time because after all, how could someone like you possibly be worthy of the attention and time and care of someone like him, a successful, decorated elite athlete who’s still moving fast towards even greater successes?

Then one day, you just realized that spending time with him was killing you.

Once upon a time, you used to understand that Kiyoomi just wanted you to grow with him, but now… now, all that reverberates in your mind is how you’re not enough for him. That you’ll probably never be enough for him.

So as you stand in front of the man who used to be your greatest supporter, you will yourself to ignore his tears. You force yourself to ignore the urge to run into his arms as he breaks down in front of you-- as he sobs and apologizes for not seeing how his words and actions have done nothing but hurt you.

Even amidst the gripping pain in your chest, you know deep down that he just wants you to be by his side. But that’s just it… you know in your heart that you’re too different. You lead different lives. You have different goals. You have different ideas of success and ambitions. You move in different paces. It’s never going to work.

So as he begs you to not leave him, you hold his warm hands in your palm as you give him a tearful, bittersweet smile.

“I could be giving you towers of gold, Kiyoomi, but even that won’t satisfy you,” you murmur as you sniffle through your tears, fighting back the sob lodged at the back of your throat as you hear his endless apologies.

“My hands could be holding the world, but it would never be enough for you. It’s just never going to be enough.”

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“towers of gold are still too little, these hands could hold the world but it’ll never be enough, never be enough” - never enough, loren allred

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agustdakasuga · 4 years

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You Never Walk Alone | Chapter 18

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Poly!AU?, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Student!reader, Omega!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Beta!Hoseok, Alpha!Namjoon, Omega!Jimin, Beta!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook

Summary: You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

Words make you feel like you’re not enough but you know, you need to push through it all. To give you some encouragement, the mothers decide to bring you to a place that has remained hidden for years.

Chapter warning(s): Just some mean stuff being said about the reader (gossip). Please read at your own discretion.

“Will you be joining us for dinner tonight?” Jin’s mother asked the boys. They all looked at you, who blinked in confusion.

“What do you say?” Taehyung asked you. Were they seriously asking you for what you wanted in front of their parents? You tilted your head in confusion while the pairs of parents laughed at how whipped their sons were for their human mate.

“We should.” You nodded.

“Let’s have dinner at 8pm then.” Namjoon smiled and the mother all squealed in excitement as they left all of you.

“Where are the going?” You asked.

“Back to their homes, silly. This is actually our place. They just came to greet us when we arrived.” Jin ruffled your head and your jaw dropped slightly. This grand mansion was only inhabited by your 7 mates, who are hardly around? Along with the maids and butlers that already live here. You seriously underestimated their wealth.

“You can have your own room, if you’d like.” Namjoon patted your head with an adoring smile.

“WHY’D YOU TELL HER THAT?!” Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“NICE GOING, HYUNG!” Taehyung scowled.

“I don’t usually side with the maknaes... but what the hell, Namjoon?” Yoongi glared at the leader.

“Umm, guys?” You waved a hand in front of their faces as they all sent Namjoon dirty looks. They broke away from their internal conversation and smiled at you, praying that you don’t choose to room alone for the rest of your stay here.

“Sorry, babes.” Jungkook smiled.

“I was just saying that I can room alone if I’m too much of a bother to you guys. I know how having your own space and privacy is important.” You chuckled and the boys were almost screaming at you.

“YOU’RE NO BOTHER AT ALL!” Jimin yelled.

“U-Uh, o-okay.” You stuttered, a little surprised by their sudden outburst and volume. They smiled in triumph and Yoongi was the first to grab your hand, dragging you to his room. Without the boys knowing, he had already instructed for your bags to be placed in his room. Despite protests from the others, Yoongi slammed his door close.

“Unfair, hyung!” You heard Hoseok shout.

“Wow, this is very much like your other room.” You giggled when you noticed how everything was dark and monochrome like his bedroom back home.

“We need a nap.” Yoongi placed his hands on your hips.

“But we haven’t unpacked.” You pointed at both your luggages that sat in the corner neatly. Yoongi waved them off with a lazy yawn and pulled you onto his bed gently.

“Sleep.” Yoongi hugged you.

“At least let me shower. The car ride made me sweaty.” You giggled.

“Ugh, fine. You and your needs.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. You slapped his arm as you picked up a towel and some clothes to go shower. Just to be nice, you took a quick shower, knowing Yoongi wanted to cuddle with you. You showered and blow dried your hair.

“Are you done?” Yoongi drowned out, knocking on the door.

“I’m done, Yoongs.” You opened the door. Once again, he grabbed you by the waist and almost threw you onto the bed, making you squeal in surprise at his sudden strength.

“Nap. Now.” He demanded, sliding his arm under your head and pulling you close. You chuckled as you felt him nuzzle his face in your hair. With his warmth and scent, you were able to fall asleep again. Yoongi opened his eyes and watched you sleep for a few minutes. A small smile appeared on his lips as he fawned over how innocent you looked.

“I love you.” He whispered, giving you a gentle peck on the cheek.

When you woke up, you were alone in Yoongi’s room. You sat up and noticed a note placed on the nightstand.

‘Sorry you had to wake up alone, love. There were some stuff that needed to be settled. The boys and I prepared a little something for you in my closet. You can’t miss it. - Yoongs’

Standing up, you headed over to the walk in and saw a brown clothing protector hanging right in the middle. He was right, you couldn’t miss it.

“What is this?” You thought out loud as you unzipped it. It was a beautiful, flowy baby pink dress. Your fingers ran against the satin skirt as your heart warmed at the fact that your boys picked this dress out for you. You closed the closet door and changed.

“(y/n).” Yoongi was back in the room as you stepped out. He turned around to see you in your dress.

“Is it okay?” You asked nervously.

“Forgive me, jagi. You just look so beautiful, I’m speechless.” He stepped closer to you, putting his arms around your waist. You giggled, cheeks turning red with embarrassment from his compliments.

“Don’t be shy. You’re absolutely stunning.” Yoongi kissed your nose.

“Stop.” You whined, making him chuckle. Yoongi stepped into his closet to change as you did your make up.

“Hyung! Did you see my- woah.” Jungkook froze in his tracks when he saw you. You smiled at his appearance and stood up from the chair you were sitting on to do your make up.

“You’re so pretty!” Jungkook shot his signature bunny smile.

“You look good too, Koo.” You complimented with a light smile. He wasn’t dressed in a full suit but smart casual with dress pants and a button up shirt. His usual messy, long hair was combed back and styled nicely. Jungkook hugged your waist, spinning your around. You shrieked in laughter, making a panicked Yoongi come out.

“You scared me! Be careful not the ruin her dress.” Yoongi scolded the maknae.

“I was looking for cufflinks but ran into a goddess.” Jungkook sent you a teasing smile. Your cheeks flared up once again as you slapped his arm while he snickered.

“Stop it. I can’t handle all this cheesiness.” You put your hands over your burning cheeks in a lame attempt to hide them.

“You’re just beautiful, babes.” Jungkook kissed your temple.

“Here.” Yoongi gave Jungkook some cufflinks and the maknae gave you another peck before leaving. Yoongi rolled his eyes, shaking his head. He held your hand and led you out. Judging by how you were dressed and how the boys were dressed, maybe this was more than a casual family dinner.

“How fancy is the dinner?” You whispered.

“Don’t worry. It’s just an image thing. You know, it’s been a while since we’ve been back so naturally, people may want to meet us.” Yoongi explained.

“I see. What do I have to do?”

“Relax, jagi. Just be yourself. You’re the princes’ mate and your personality already shines so bright. People will naturally fall in love with you.” Yoongi reassured, making your heart flutter.

“Wow, Kookie was not kidding.” You greeted the other boys.

“Told ya!” Jungkook smiled.

“We did a good job picking the dress out.” Jin commented and Hoseok nodded in agreement. It seemed like a funny mental image of 7 boys shopping and picking out a woman’s dress. Someone wrapped an arm around you and you looked up to meet eyes with Namjoon. He smiled softly at you, his dimple popping through.

“My mate is so beautiful.” He squeezed your waist lightly.

“Thank you. You all look good as well.” You smiled at them. Namjoon held his arm out and you grasped it. Taehyung came to take your other arm as they led you to the big dining room.

“(y/n)! Oh my, you’re gorgeous!” The mothers stole you away, showering you in hugs and compliments while the sons scowled.

“Thank you. The boys picked this dress out.” You gestured to the boys.

“Is that so? I guess that proves that they do have taste. And that reassures us that they do know how to care for their mate.” Yoongi’s mother giggled, stroking your head softly.

“The boys do take very good care of me.” You smiled.

“They better!” Jimin’s mother said. The boys, knowing that their mothers wouldn’t let you go so soon, went to greet their fathers, as well as some guests that their parents invited. It was more like an intimate get together rather than the family reunion dinner that you imagined.

“We heard about what happened back at your home. We’re sorry to hear that.” Jin’s mother rubbed your hands.

“It’s okay. Things happen for a reason, I guess.” You forced a smile.

“She’s so strong and optimistic.” The mother softened. They led you away to sit down so they could chat with you more and learn more about you without their pesky sons.

“Mothers, can we have our mate back please?” Yoongi stepped in to rescue you. Hoseok held his hand out to you to pull you up.

“Oh, party poopers.” The mothers shook their heads. You giggled and gave them a quick wave before you were whisked away by your 7 mates, who have been wanting your attention for the entire night. Jin held a plate for you as you strolled along the buffet table. Well, it ended up with him mostly piling foods he wanted you to try.

“That’s too much, Jinnie!” You laughed.

“We’ll share.” He chuckled. You sat down with them to eat. Even as you ate, people came to greet you. You made sure to carry yourself well and not make yourself look lower despite being a human.

“I love this fierce side of you.” Taehyung whispered.

“It’s not fierce.” You replied.

“Whatever it is, I like it.” Taehyung leaned forward to give you a quick peck on the lips.

“I’m going to the washroom.” You stood up and excused yourself. You entered the stall and did your business. But as you were leaving, you heard some voices outside, by the sinks.

“Did you see the princes’ supposed mate? That human?” A voice said.

“Absolutely shameful. They are the princes. They are supposed to be leading the werewolves against the humans, who want to hunt us. And yet, their mate is a human? That’s absolutely ridiculous. Humans shouldn’t even be allowed to enter here.” Another replied.

“She’s probably some pity case. There’s no way she is the princes’ mate. They must have been blinded by something.” The first voice continued.

“Whatever it is. Even if she is really their mate, there is no way some small, defenceless human from nowhere is getting my respect. She is not welcomed here, in our pack.” The second voice scoffed.

“The princes obviously deserve someone better. Their mate is supposed to make them stronger. Not weaker. ” The two girls left.

Your hand fell from the stall handle as you sat back on the closed lid. Whatever they said, was right. How could you, a measly human, be a mate to the 7 princes of one of the strongest werewolf packs ever? You must be delusional to think that you could ever match up to them. Mates were supposed to strengthen one another.

“Where is she?” Jimin asked when he noticed that you weren’t back from the washroom yet.

“We should go check on her.” Hoseok stood up but some girls blocked his way. They were the daughters of the wealthier, more influential families of the pack that just so happen to be friends with their parents.

“Care to dance?” They asked the boys.

“Something is wrong.” Yoongi murmured, a weird feeling in his chest. Before they could move away, their phones simultaneously buzzed.

‘Wasn’t feeling well so I’m heading back upstairs. Don’t worry about me. Enjoy your dinner. - (y/n)’

The boys all looked at each other, something was obviously wrong. Not even paying attention to those girls, the boys went to find their parents to excuse themselves from the party to look for you. Of course, the boys’ mothers were concerned of your sudden illness as well.

“Don’t worry. We’ll check on her and call a physician if we need to.” Namjoon assured and they left.

In fact, you hadn’t even gone upstairs. Shoes in your hand, you walked along the big garden in the backyard of the mansion. The smell of fresh cut grass and all the flowers filled your senses.

“It’s so beautiful.” You held one of the flowers in your hands. The night air was cool with an occasional breeze but it was very quiet.

“Their mate is supposed to make them stronger. Not weaker.”

You sighed as you found a random stone bench and sat down. Usually, you didn’t get affected by people’s words. Having been bullied, you were always one to ignore them and push on but with everything going on recently, you were just feeling more vulnerable than usual. Sighing, you looked up at all the stars in the sky and the bright moon.

“(y/n)!” Someone called you and you turned your head to see your 7 mates rushing to you. They all had worried looks on their face. Once again, you were reminded of just how weak you made them.

“We looked for you upstairs but you weren’t there.” Jin panted. You remained silent, standing up from your seat.

“Sorry.”

“We were so worried.” Jungkook reached out to hug you but your arms just stayed by your side. Feeling you just stay stiff as a board, he pulled away with hurt in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Your eyes shifted. The boys were always the first to call you out on a lie but they knew that something was seriously bothering you and didn’t want to push you further. You didn’t even need to say anything, they could feel all the emotions you were feeling.

“I’m just tired. Sorry to worry you.” You forced your best smile.

“Let’s get you to bed then.” Jimin said softly, holding his hand out to you. You stared at it for two seconds and they all sensed your hesitation but you slipped your hand into his, letting him lead you away.

“I’ll go wash up.” With a set of clothes in your hands, you disappeared into Jimin’s bathroom. The wolves felt that if anyone could comfort you best, it would be him.

“Done.” You came out. Jimin went in after you to take a shower. You stood in the small balcony attached to his room.

“What did they say?”

“They told me that I’ll never be good enough. That I will never have friends. I don’t want to be alone, grandpa.” You sniffled and your grandfather wrapped his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap. Even with your smaller arms, you tried to hug his larger frame. You buried your face into his chest as he stroked the back of your head.

“They don’t know you. Why are you letting them tell you that you aren’t good enough? Maybe they don’t want to be your friends now but you never know what’s going to happen in the future.” He comforted.

“Do you think I’m enough?” You looked up at him.

“If I didn’t think you were good enough, would you be sitting here in my lap? You’re all I need, darling.” He cooed, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Really?”

“Trust me, princess. You’ll never have to walk alone.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Soft hands cupping your cheeks pulled you out of your flashback. Your eyes met with Jimin’s ones, filled with warmth and concern. Jimin didn’t say a word, just gently wiping the one tear that fell from your eyes. He pulled your head to hold you against his chest.

“What’s wrong, my angel?” He whispered.

“Grandpa.” You repeated over and over again.

You woke up early the next morning, slipping out of Jimin’s grasp. You brushed your teeth and stared at your exhausted expression. Sighing, you changed out of your sleepwear and padded downstairs.

“(y/n)! You’re up early. Are you feeling better?” Hoseok’s mother greeted you.

“Yes. I’m sorry for leaving the party like that. It was very unprofessional of me.” You gave a deep bow.

“Oh, sweetie. Don’t worry, it’s just a dinner. We actually came early to have breakfast with all of you and check on you as well. We know that it can be intimidating and overwhelming with everything.” Jungkook’s mother gave you a tight hug. You melted in her embrace, your shaky hands wrapping themselves around her.

“You’re so cute.” Yoongi’s mother cooed.

“Sorry, I have never felt what a mother’s hug felt like before.” You blushed, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Stop apologising! And we’ll give you all the hugs you want. You don’t even have to ask.” Taehyung’s mother patted your shoulder. You sat down with them as the butlers and maid served breakfast.

“We actually have somewhere to bring you later.” Jimin’s mother winked at you, making you blink.

“Right, we do! But let’s eat breakfast first.” Jin’s mother giggled and you gave a small smile, picking up your fork to dig into your breakfast. The boys all remained asleep, not knowing that you were spending some time with their mothers, who easily provided comfort.

“Let’s go. Tell the boys we brought their mate out.” Namjoon’s mother told the butler, who bowed respectfully. You wore your shoes and left with them. It only took a short car journey.

“We’re here.” The chauffeur opened the door for you to step out.

“Where are we?” You asked them.

“You’ll see.” Taehyung’s mother placed her hands on your shoulders and led you towards the house. It was a small house with two floors but it seems like there were no inhabitants. Why did they bring you here?

“I have the keys.” Namjoon’s mother opened the door for you. You stepped inside and looked around.

“What...?” Your eyes found a particular photo that hung on the wall. Your eyes widened as you stepped closer and inspected the photo. Reaching up, you took the framed photo off the wall. It was the exact same photo that once sat on your nightstand back at home. Looking at the photo, you looked back at the 7 mothers.

“W-Why is my photo here?”

“This is your grandfather’s home.” Yoongi’s mother spoke softly.

“He kept his home, even after leaving with you for so many years. He was planning to bring you here, one day. Or in case he ever needed a second place to go to.” Hoseok’s mother explained.

“The boys do not know of this. Your grandfather wanted to keep it a secret so he only told us.” Jin’s mother said.

“Go on. Look around.” Jungkook’s mother encouraged. You headed upstairs to see just two bedrooms. Heading into one, you knew that your grandfather prepared this room for you. Some items were exact replicas of what you had in your previous room.

“He would always let me wear his jacket. I thought it was missing.” You stood in what you assumed would have been his room, holding the dark green jacket that hung by his closet.

“When you said trust in your plans, this is what you meant, huh?” You fell back onto his bed.

“I’m ready to go.” You came back down.

“Here, take this. So you can come back whenever you’d like.” Namjoon’s mother handed you the keys to the house. You held it tightly in your palm.

“Thank you.” You hugged her.

“(y/n), I may not be your grandfather but we know that he would be so proud of you. What you have accomplished, where you are now. You’re so strong and optimistic, you have made our boys so happy. Just seeing how genuine their smiles are when they are around you tells us that you really are meant to be. Your grandfather would be so happy.” Yoongi’s mother stroked your head.

“Really?”

“Of course. The moon goddess chose you for a reason, she wouldn’t choose you if she didn’t think you couldn’t do it.” Jimin’s mother giggled.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re human or werewolf, you complete them and nobody, nothing, will take that away from you.” Taehyung’s mother tapped your nose lightly.

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vannahfanfics · 3 years

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New Possibilities

Category: Romance, Friendship

Fandom: Noragami

Characters: Hiyori Iki, Yato, Yukiné

Hiyori’s eyebrows were scrunched tightly together, forming a deep furrow in the middle of her brow. Her rose-colored eyes stared intently at the letter she held in her hands, addressed to her in neat, printed letters. The addressee was a sticker with “University of Tokyo College of Clinical Medicine” printed in bold, black letters over the circular orange-and-blue logo. Here in her hands, she held her destiny—the decision on her admittance or rejection from the top medical school in Japan.

As her fingers began to shake, she squeezed her eyes shut so she could force herself to breathe deeply in and out. There was no time to be nervous! If she got to in her head, she wouldn’t be able to open the letter! She squashed the feeling of nausea rising in her stomach before snapping her eyes open, rose irises burning with determination.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she flipped the envelope around so she could tear open the top, careful not to accidentally rip the letter in the process. She let the envelope flutter to the floor after removing the folded piece of paper inside. She gulped while she stared at the blank white backside, nervousness rising once more inside her. With trembling fingers, she slowly straightened out the paper and skipped down to the first line of words printed on the fancy letterhead.

“Dear Miss Iki, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted…”

Hiyori didn’t even finish the sentence, for a squeal burst out of her mouth, unable to be contained. She threw her arms in the air and began to jump around her room, delighted cries of “Yes, yes, yes!” gushing from her overjoyed body. She was going to medical school, the best medical school! She was going to be a doctor!

She stopped hopping around to snap her face back to the letter, reading it once, twice, three times to make sure that she wasn’t dreaming. No, there it was in black and white—Hiyori was accepted. Tears blossomed in the corners of her eyes, and she didn’t even bother to wipe them away, just let them roll down her cheeks. This was one of the happiest days of her life, so a few happy tears were definitely in order.

She hugged the letter to her chest, and the sound of the paper crinkling was music to her ears.

I can’t wait to tell Yato!

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Of course, societal norms dictated that Hiyori phone her parents first, which she did. Both of them were working, but they both screamed in triumph when Hiyori delivered the good news. They laughed, they cried, they gushed about Hiyori’s new possibilities, and Hiyori basked in the warm glow of their pride. However, the world did not stop turning even for such a celebratory cause, and so Hiyori eventually had to bid them adieu. That was all right, though; they would have a proper party once they returned home from work, and this gave Hiyori plenty of time to spread the news to the other important people in her life.

Kofuku was sitting on the porch of her little shop when Hiyori came running up, cheeks pink from breathlessness. The goddess cocked her head to the side as the girl approached in such a tizzy, and then her gaze dropped to the opened letter flapping around in her hand.

“Ahh! Hiyori, is it today?” the girl cried and jumped up while putting her hands together in delight. “Oh, oh, you probably want to tell Yato first—he’s in the back! Yukiné went down the street to get some bubble teas, so I’ll let him know as soon as he’s back to come see you! Now hurry, hurry! Daikoku and I want to hear, too!”

“Thanks, Kofuku!” Hiyori grinned as she skirted around the porch, leaving the goddess to impatiently squirm while she trotted around the back of the small convenience store. She rounded the back of the building to the small yard behind, and she found Yato lazing about among the roots of a tree, eyes closed and hands resting behind his head.

“Yato, Yato!” she cried, and he cracked a cyan eye open at the sound of her voice. She came bounding up to him, eyes sparkling. However, her legs finally gave out from all the frantic running, and so she collapsed on her knees at his side. “Oof…”

‘“Did you run all the way here?” he chuckled as he sat up. Hiyori nodded with a mournful croon and rubbed her burning calves, prompting Yato to laugh. “Silly Hiyori, I know you love to see me, but—” he stopped his flirty joke when he caught sight of the letter in her lap. “... Is that what I think it is?”

“Yes!” Hiyori squeezed out between gulps of air. She tossed her head up, flipping her disarrayed hair out of her face, and held up the letter proudly. “I was accepted to Tokyo University! I’m going to be a doctor, Yato!”

It seemed to take him a moment to register the news. He blinked slowly, staring at the letter with a blank expression. Hiyori tilted her head to the side in confusion; wasn’t he happy for her? Just as she was about to inquire, his expression softened and he reached up to pat Hiyori’s head affectionately.

“I knew you could do it, Hiyori. Congratulations,” he said with a sweet smile. Hiyori giggled as he ruffled her already wind-swept hair; his hand felt good, tousling the strands and running across her scalp. She enjoyed it for a second, then opened her eyes. Yato couldn’t wipe the sadness from his expression before Hiyori noticed it. He knew she saw, too, as he blushed and dropped his gaze to the grassy ground. His hand stayed atop her head, and Hiyori reached up to grab it while staring at him in confusion.

“Yato… What is it?”

He chewed on his lip while he debated answering. Hiyori lowered his hand to hold it in front of her chest, squeezing it with both of hers. Finally, his eyes flickered up to meet hers, and she was taken aback by how guilty and miserable he looked.

“I shouldn’t… It’s selfish of me.”

“Well, you can be a little selfish, Yato. I don’t mind.”

A smile tugged at his lips, and he looked at her with amused hopelessness. I can’t resist when you say it like that, his expression said, and it made Hiyori’s heart thump in her chest.

“I guess… It’s just finally hitting me that you’ll be leaving me, Hiyori.”

“Huh? Who said I was leaving?” Hiyori blinked. Yato made a choking sound and reared back a little, obviously surprised by her blatant rebuttal. Hiyori smiled, pulling his hand to rest over her heart. “Yato, you’re the most important person in the world to me. Even if I’m going off to college, that doesn’t mean that we can’t be together anymore!”

“You mean… You see me in your future, Hiyori?”

Hiyori opened her eyes at that, a blush painting her cheeks. Yato was leaning forward now, his expression intense. Those cyan eyes burned with something unlike she’d ever seen, and it sent electricity buzzing through her nerves. Though she had the urge to run and hide, embarrassed by what was happening, she also wanted nothing more than to see where this would go. Squirming, she managed a little nod.

“O-of course, Yato…”

Of course, Yato was never surprised for long. That cocksure smirk spread over his lips, and as he leaned in a little further, a mischievous twinkle began to gleam in his bright blueish eyes.

“Oh? What do you think about?”

“I-I think about… You being there when I graduate…” she admitted. Oh, but that wasn’t all, and Yato knew it, too. It was like that roguish stare of his was magic, and it was pulling out all her deepest, darkest secrets with effortless ease. “I, um… I think about… U-us dating, and um… Getting married… And… Maybe… Having children…”

Her voice grew smaller and smaller with each damning admission until she was shrinking into herself and whispering meekly. She hid her face behind his hand, which she was still holding like a treasure, while she looked at him with uncertain eyes. Yato just kept that same stupid smirk on his face the entire time, given no indication of how he felt about it. Anxiety began to roil in her belly. What if he would laugh at her? What if he didn’t feel the same? Yato was a trickster, but he wouldn’t be this mean, would he?

No. Not my Yato.

“I’m relieved,” Yato said, and suddenly his expression was melting. He scooted a little closer to her, and his free hand pushed into the grass by her waist as he angled his body over hers until she was looking up into his face. He freed his other hand from her grip so he could caress her face—tracing a path down her cheek to her chin until his thumb traced the border of her lips. “I think about those things, too, Hiyori. I didn’t want them to be just thoughts.”

“Yato… Are you saying…?” she asked quietly, but her voice failed her. She just looked at him pleadingly, and Yato’s smile somehow got impossibly softer even though it already felt like Hiyori was beginning to float in the clouds.

“I’m saying that I love you, Hiyori, and I want to be a part of your future if you’ll let me,” Yato said.

Hiyori sucked in a breath, and suddenly the tears came flooding back. She couldn’t stop them; she was so overwhelmed with happiness and relief and all the emotions in between. All she could do was nod emphatically. Yato chuckled gently, using his hand to thumb her tears away until she managed to quiet down into little sniffles. As she blinked repeatedly, trying to dislodge the little salty droplets still clinging to her lashes, she didn’t notice Yato’s face closing in.

His lips met hers, and the first thing that struck her was how soft his lips were. They were like silk, perfect against her own. Hiyori melted into him, eyes fluttering as she savored the meeting of their mouths and everything that meant.

They pulled apart, but only by a few centimeters. They stared into each other’s eyes, and Yato began to caress her cheek again. I could get used to this…

“Hiyoriiiiiiii!” came a sudden wail, and the two of them sprang apart like they’d been struck. They hurried to find a position that made it look like they weren’t just kissing. Yato lounged back against the tree, while Hiyori sat on her knees an acceptable distance away while she played with one of her pigtails. Yukiné came bounded around the side of the building, looking panicked.

“Hiyori! Don’t go!” the boy wailed and flung himself across the yard. Hiyori exclaimed as he belly-flopped onto the ground next to her and planted his face write into her lap. He wrapped his arms tight around her waist as if he could keep her there through force alone. Hiyori chuckled and rested a hand on his back, and he looked up at her petulantly.

“Yukiné, I’m not going anywhere,” Hiyori chuckled. “I’ll still be around!”

“Promise?”

“Promise!” Hiyori reassured. Yukiné smiled and sagged into her, thoroughly relieved.

“Oi! Who do you think you are, hogging Hiyori?” Yato whined. Hiyori exclaimed as Yato draped himself over her shoulders, arms dangling down by her sides and chin propped in the crook of her neck.

“Ah! Are we doing group hugs?” they heard Kofuku yell, and they looked up just in time to see her sailing through the air. They all screamed when Kofuku crashed into them, sending Yato and Hiyori onto their backs. As they dog-piled at the base of the tree, they couldn’t help but burst into giggles. Hiyori wiggled her arm until she could pull out the acceptance letter, and her expression brightened.

I’ve got a great future ahead of me… And I’m glad everyone is going to be in it!

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erikavixin2006 · 3 years

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Where Lila knows not to mess with the cat's princess.

A seemingly innocent smile appeared on Lila's lips as the girl walked down the streets to her "supposed" self-proclaimed kingdom, her mind swirled with thoughts and plans of taking down a certain half-Asian. Ever since the pig-tailed girl responded confidently to her threat, she began to find certain ways to tarnish the goody-two-shoes reputation. Marinette didn't seem to call her out of her lies anymore, frequently avoiding her. Whenever she got closer to the bluenette, said girl would either walk away, or stand there quietly while she babbled on her lies towards her clueless friends.

Even the mention of the students of Francoise Dupont made her lips twitch into a smirk. How clueless and mindless they are, believing whatever they want to hear, if she cared she would've felt sorry for Marinette, but she didn't. When framing her for theft and bully, most of her friends felt betrayed and hurt, angry even. She would've succeeded in getting rid of a love-rival if it weren't for a certain Agreste.

Adrien Agreste is a famous model, kind and handsome, qualities every woman wants in a man, and also, loved by almost half the population of teenage girls in Paris. Lila knew there were 3 girls after him apart from herself. Chloe Bourgeois, the mayor's daughter, which Lila considered not much of a threat since the girl seemed to show little romantic interest in him, confirming both of them to be just best friends. Next is Kagami Tsurugi, a big threat, the Japanese girl is beautiful and confident, and her mother is good friends with his father, Adrien had dated the girl for a while, only for both of them to break it up, thinking it's best if they stay friends, even so, Kagami had proved to still be very protective of Adrien, disliking Lila once taking a good look at her. Finally, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the biggest threat, the girl is hopelessly in love with Adrien, always stuttering and stumbling around him, though after a while, she stopped, her confidence increasing rapidly, a trait Lila soon found to be annoying, the half-Asian was supposed to be out of Lila's way when she started going out with Luka, but for some reason the two decided to stay friends, making Marinette a nuisance in Lila's eyes. Lila isn't blind, she could see the obvious love and adoration in Adrien's eyes whenever the bluenette is in his line of sight. The blond was obviously in love with her, and that made Lila's blood boil in anger, she tried to bad-mouthed her in front of Gabriel, but the middle-aged man shrugged it off, already meeting Marinette a few times, deeming her a worthy friend of Adrien once seeing her devotion towards Adrien and her exceptional talent in fashion. And that is when Lila knew she couldn't simply manipulate the man that easily, giving up on that idea, continuing to get on Agreste's Senior's good side, spying on Adrien.

Speaking of the blond boy, her lips turned into a lovesick grin when thinking of him. He is everything she ever dreamed of, rich, handsome, and kind. His name will bring her fame and fortune from all over the world. Just the thought of her hanging off the clueless man's arms while attending worldwide events made her feel giddy. Now that she is on his father's good side, it's only a matter of time before Adrien comes crawling to her feet, worshiping her just like the others. Though she admit the boy isn't as dumb as he seems, already knowing the girl's exceptional talent in lying, as the good-for-nothing superhero called her out in front of him. She hated the spotted hero, finding her a threat to her well-formed lies. But, the hero isn't in her way this time, her plan was to take down Dupain-Cheng, though the girl's friends still think of Marinette as the sweet, kind girl they loved, Lila is going to make sure they think her of the opposite by the end of the day, after all, no one can resist what they want to hear, she will be getting her fame soon. Plastering on a sweet smile, the girl walked into the school, fully unaware of what lies ahead of her.

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Adrien Agreste had a feeling that something will happen today, and his suspicions lie on the sausage-haired girl that just walked in the class, her face planted with an all to sweet smile that disgusts him. His first reaction was to look behind, as if fearing something had happened to the girl that he called "Everyday Ladybug" , she's not here, late as usual, sighing in relief, he turned back to the front, lips stretching into a thin smile as Lila practically latched onto his arm after waving to the classmates, her nails digging into his flesh a little too deep, the man quickly shrug her off, uncomfortable. Lila looked a bit disappointed, but quickly put up her act.

'Oh Adrien, I was just wondering if you would help me with yesterday's Physics homework, you know my cousin is a great Engineer in Japan, she promised to teach me all about her research but due to me having short-term memory loss I couldn't remember a lot of the equations,' she spoke in a sickeningly sweet voice. Adrien wanted confront her again, but it's been weeks since he did, and she never listened, he soon gave up, only ignoring her brags and answering her questions half-heartedly. 'I'm sorry Lila, but maybe you could ask Max about it, I'm having some troubles on Physics myself too,' Adrien just spoke a lie, though not a bad one, he was just trying to dismiss Lila, as he wasn't really in the mood this morning. Lila definitely got the message, replacing her frown with a smile, gushing on how polite he is and moving towards her seat at the back.

Adrien's annoyed frown softened once he saw the pig-tailed girl stumbling into the class, dropping her stuff in the process. The girl quickly stood up and ran towards her seat, greeting her classmates on the way. Adrien saw the twitch of Lila's left eye as all of the classmates greeted the girl, smiling all the way. The certain rustle in his over-shirt pocket reminded Adrien to keep an eye on the liar. Plagg, due to certain reasons, had been a little attached to the baker girl, unbeknownst to Adrien that the angel sitting behind him is the love of his life as well as the guardian of the Miraculous Box, but Plagg knew, and he had a certain soft spot for the Ladybug Miraculous holder, if he could he would've cataclysm the terrorist they call Lila already. He kept calm though, the god of destruction knew that a certain goddess of creation would give him a scolding if he did anything to disrupt their holders lives'.

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The day had gone well, but once lunch arrives, Adrien knew Lila will strike. He saw Lila planting Chloe's expensive necklace into Marinette's bag. The mayor's daughter is known for her unforgiving behavior, if she found her necklace in Marinette's bag, she will accuse without explanation. His blood boiled as he hid behind the door, he had given Lila many chances, his mother taught him to always be forgiving, and he had done just that, only for his princess to be hurt time and time again, now, he's had it, fuck the high road, he's not Gabriel's Agreste's son for nothing. He watched as Lila smirked in triumph, flipping her brown hair and sashaying away.

Adrien waited until the coast is clear, before quietly walking in the classroom, now wondering why doesn't the school provide any security cameras in the classrooms at all. Plagg merely peeked out from his over-shirt pocket, 'Defending your precious girlfriend aren't you? and you still call her a friend,' he muttered the last part. Months of being Chat Noir had strengthen his senses, hearing Plagg spoke the last part brought a small blush to his cheeks, he didn't deny, only muttering a small, ' I still love Ladybug,' . Plagg merely rolled his eyes, 'Yeah yeah loverboy just go help your princess,' before tucking himself back into his over-shirt.

Gabriel taught his son a little, but he still remembered one of the lectures he gotten, is that to never show mercy to someone who is a threat to you. And Marinette is his sunshine, picturing her unhappy broke his heart, he will not let that happen, ever. Lila needs to learn her lesson, and he will make sure she does.

With a flick of his wrist, the expensive jewelry was fished out of the girl's bag, and without a flicker of remorse in his eyes, Adrien swiftly dropped the necklace into Lila's bag behind. Standing up, he glanced around, making sure no one saw it. Plastering a model smile, he walked out of the classroom, muttering a few words for Plagg to keep his cackling down.

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'Hey my dude, where have you been?' Nino questioned, his arm draped around his girlfriend's shoulder. They were in the cafeteria, with Marinette, the girl smiled brightly at the model. Adrien's eyes softened at the sight, as he took a seat beside Nino, replying, 'Oh I was caught up in the class, apparently I mixed up my Physics and Chemistry notes together,' . He glanced to the center, where Lila is surrounded by many students, as she spoke about her "latest" story, one about how she and Ladybug had been hanging out together. Alya would've gone to her side, but when that one time Lila purposely let slip that she knew Rena Rouge and Carapace personally, the reporter then knew that Lila Rossi is a liar. Alya then apologized to Marinette. The four best friends chatted through the lunch hour, and a side Adrien never knew he had is excited for class to be in session again.

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Adrien knew Chloe will find out eventually, as her shrieks disrupted everyone in the class. Ms, Bustier isn't in yet, and that gives plenty of time for the drama to be unfold. 'My necklace is gone!' the blond screeched. Sabrina beside her was frantic, searching around the floor for it, and even going as far as going through other's desks to find it. Everyone was silent as she screamed, searching through her purse for it. As predicted by Adrien, Lila spoke up in a timid voice, 'Uhm Chloe? Maybe you could tell us what it looks like so we could help you look for it,' she smiled.

Adrien silently chuckled went Marinette grumbled under her breath cutely. Chloe huffed, ignoring Lila, Sabrina spoke up, 'It's this beautiful Bee pendant, it has the shape of a bee, it's really shiny so I think finding it wouldn't be much of a problem, if you guys could help search for it, it would be great, please?' she clapped both hands together. The class, shrugged and merely started to look around, ignoring Chloe's useless protests of accusations towards everyone in the class.

Adrien's eyes flickered towards Lila, the girl pretended to look around, only for her to put up a fake act. her eyes pretended to lit up, as she spoke up in a small voice, 'I remember seeing that necklace Chloe,'. Chloe placed her hands on her hips, 'Well? Where is it?!' . Lila then pretended to be confused, 'Though I'm not sure why Marinette was holding it earlier,' she then clasped her hands to her mouth in surprised, pretending to have said the wrong thing. The classmates had gasped in horror, and Chloe had screamed towards Marinette, demanding for her to empty her bag. Adrien had to hold in the pain as he watched Marinette's eyes flashed hurt ,confusion and anger. Sabrina walked over to Marinette, muttering a soft apology before opening her bag, dumping the contents out.

The class watched, most of them not believing that their kind Marinette would do such a thing. The search went on for a few moments, as Sabrina shook her head towards Chloe. The blonde girl huffed, 'I knew it, Dupain-Cheng wouldn't have the guts to pull of something like that, so Sabrina, check that girl's bag, or whatever her name is, judging at her tacky clothing she definitely seems like someone who would want to get her peasant hands on my priceless necklace,' she accused, and Adrien had to hide his smile of satisfaction as he watched Lila turned pale, quickly finding up excuses, 'You're accusing me? I...I just want to help Chloe,' she said, her voice trembled a little.

Everyone was either too shocked or too perplexed to step in. Lila is loss at words now, she was sure she slipped the necklace into the bluenette's bag, but Marinette seem surprised too, Lila didn't have time to suspect anyone, as she could feel cold sweat dripping down the back of her neck. Sabrina is walking towards her, and began to reach for her bag. Everyone except the four friends gasped in surprise, as Sabrina pulled out a necklace, to be specific, Chloe's necklace, from the side pocket of Lila's bag. Chloe scowled at Lila, as she snapped her fingers for Sabrina to come forward with her necklace. Most of the students were hurt, while some were even glaring at her. Lila thought fast, she had no time to be panicking now, 'I.. I didn't know how it ended up in my bag, someone must have framed me, please guys you have to believe me,' she sobbed, another act that Adrien and Marinette saw through.

Sweet Rose spoke up, 'Let's give Lila another chance guys? The necklace probably dropped into her bag, and maybe Lila saw wrongly of Marinette, maybe they were both framed?' she spoke softly, and Lila had to sigh through her hands, sweet gullible Rose, so clueless. The rest didn't have a chance to speak up as Ms. Bustier walked in the class, telling everyone to settle down and opening her book to start the lesson. Adrien was satisfied, but he knew Lila wouldn't go down after that, so he decided to keep an eye on her for now. Seeing his princess smile in relief, he knew it was worth it.

Lila simply didn't know what went wrong, she was really sure no one had saw her do it, or did she merely forgot it all? A million questions swirled through her mind. Most of the students still shot her suspicious glances. The girl had no time to ponder on the miscalculations she made, she had to gain back their trust, and she knew just what to do the next day.

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'Tikki, what do you think happened today?' Marinette had her chin propped up with one hand, the other holding onto a pen, as she wrote halfway in her diary. Tikki giggled quietly, knowing full well what happened. The Miraculous of the ladybug and the black cat represented yin and yang, meaning that they're one. Both of the Miraculous complete the other. Creation may seem powerful and incredible, when really it's vulnerable in many ways, that's why Destruction is there, to make sure nothing happens to Creation. With Creation comes Destruction, it's been like that ever since the beginning.'I'm not sure Marinette, but I do know Lila finally deserved what she got,', Marinette nodded her head, as kind as she may be, she is thrilled to see the shock look on Lila's face. Tikki float towards Marinette front, 'But you really should be more careful Marinette, Lila may have slipped up today, but we'll never know when she will frame you again,' she warned. Marinette giggled, 'Alright Tikki, I'll be more careful,' she kissed the top of the kwami's head.

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Lila was sure, today she will ruin Marinette once and for all, she spent all of last night devising a new plan, but first, she had to earn back the trust of the class. She went for Mylene first, knowing full well that she is just as vulnerable as Rose. Stepping up to her in the locker room, she spoke in her best "sweet" voice, 'Mylene, I just want to say, I really didn't know how Chloe's necklace got into my bag, and I'm really sorry if I broke your trust, I really didn't know what happened,' she pleaded. Mylene, being the sweet girl she is, smiled, 'Of course Lila, we were pretty shocked yesterday, and might have judged you too quickly, I want to apologize too,' she smiled, which Lila inwardly sneered at. She flashed her a sweet smile, grabbing both of her hands, she questioned in an innocent tone, 'So are we still friends?'.

Mylene softly grabbed onto her hands, 'Of course Lila, we're friends,' . Lila scoffed, Who does she think she is? Grabbing my hands like that, these peasants aren't worth near my delicate ones. She hid her disgust as she embraced the shorter girl. Meanwhile, Marinette and Alya were at the half-Chinese's locker, Alya scoffed, covering her mouth with her tablet to speak to Marinette, 'Can you believer her? I can't believe I used to worship her, poor Mylene,' . Marinette rolled her eyes at Lila, she was glad somebody was on her side. 'They'll find out she's lying one day Alya,' the bluenette assured. Alya looked at Marinette and embraced her, 'Girl, I'm so sorry I didn't believe you before, now I know how you feel,' . Marinette smiled sweetly, the opposite of Lila's own smile.

'Hey! How my favourite dudettes hangin?' Nino waved towards them, as the two girls exited the locker room, heading to class. The upcoming DJ slung an arm around Alya, Adrien tailing behind, waving at them softly. Marinette waved back at the two. As the four were about to head up, Marinette halted, 'I left my bag in the locker room again!' she sulked. Alya chuckled, 'You're too cute Mari, go get it, we'll wait for you here,', Marinette nodded and ran, almost tripping over her own feet. Adrien had to ignore the flutter in his heard upon seeing their "Everyday Ladybug" so vulnerable and adorable.

Alya turned towards Adrien, Nino's arm still slung around her, 'So, Sunshine boy, what happened yesterday?' she questioned, Nino looking at the both of them questioningly. Adrien cocked a teasing brow, his Chat Noir side showing a little, 'Whatever do you mean, Alya?' he smiled. Alya jabbed a finger to his chest, 'Don't play dumb with me, Golden Boy, I saw your expression when Lila got exposed, that was your doing wasn't it?' she demanded. Poor Nino didn't understand what's going on, but soon caught up when he recalled yesterday's event, 'Dude? That was you? How?'. Adrien sighed, 'I couldn't let Lila bully Marinette, and I think it's time she learned her lesson, I'm done playing the high road, I won't let anything happen to Marinette,' he spoke in a low voice, not wanting to gain the attention of the students around them. With that he caught up towards Marinette, who is making her way towards them, both of them engaging in a conversation seconds later.

Nino and Alya looked at Adrien shocked, as the two walked up the stairs. The turtle hero and the fox hero following soon after. Nino could then make out a string of words that his girlfriend muttered, 'Just a friend my butt,'.

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It's Art class for their first period, and their work is painting. Lila is finding it hard to get to Marinette, Alya and Nino were always with her, and so is Adrien, she fumed as she eyed Adrien leaning towards Marinette to compliment her art, the girl flashing him a grateful smile, a pink hue dusted her cheeks. Adrien is supposed to be fawning over her! Not that good for nothing baker girl! Lila was blinded by anger and jealousy, and the plan she so carefully devised last night was dumped to the side of her brain. The spotted hero in civilian form now began to stand up, and walked out the class to wash her cup filled with dirtied paint water. The moment she passed by Lila, the olive-eyed girl forgot all about staying calm and composed, sticking her foot out, to which Marinette is unaware of (focused on the part where she might accidentally spill the water) and tripped her. Marinette fell, her cup knocked out of her hands, and drenched her body from head to chest.

Students turned their focus from their painting to the fallen girl on the floor, soaking wet at this point. Most of them came to aid her, while some of them chuckled and turned back towards their work, dismissing this as another one of Marinette's clumsiness. Adrien was not convinced, he saw Lila's foot stuck out when his princess tripped. Meanwhile Marinette sneezed from the cold air hitting her drenched body, her hands flew to wrap around herself, shivering. Alya rushed to aid her best friend, but Adrien beat her to it, taking off his white over-shirt and wrapping it around the girl, supporting the girl as he excused both of them to get Marinette cleaned up, despite the pig-tailed girl's flustered state.

Before they left, Adrien shot Lila a look, his usual kind green eyes turned acid-green as he glared at her, a warning glare. Lila flinched a little, but quickly masked it, as she gushed on how clumsy Marinette is, inside she is burning with rage towards the blue-haired girl, What does Adrien see in her?! She cursed at herself for letting rage blind her. The class isn't much help either, instead they're adding fuel to Lila's fire, gushing on the "Adrienette" moment that just happened. They were all supposed to be shipping her and Adrien! They would make a much better pair than Adrienette!

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'I could've sworn I tripped over something,' Marinette spoke from the inside of the girls bathroom, while Adrien stood outside, waiting for her. He had handed her his spare black shirt in his locker, his white over-shirt now fitted to his body once again. The man sighed, 'I saw Lila trip you, are you hurt anywhere?' he spoke with concern. 'I'm fine Adrien, thanks for caring, I have to be careful from where I'm walking now,' she giggled. The door opened as Marinette stepped out, in one of Adrien's shirt, her black jacket sealed in a bag. Marinette rinsed her dirtied hair with clean water to wash the paint off, letting her hair down for ti to dry quicker. Despite sounding normal, the girl is still in a rather flustered state, 'Are you sure about your shirt? I don't think your father would do well with his son's shirt on some random girl,' she tugged on the hem of the large shirt nervously. Despite Adrien's lanky frame, he is still a lot taller and broader than Marinette, and the half-Asian is a petite girl. Adrien fought back the blush, covering his face with his hands, the girl looked so adorable and small he had the urge to just embrace her and never let go. 'It's fine Marinette, besides, my father wouldn't mind, if I explain the situation to him I'm sure he'll understand,' he straightened up. Marinette stammered, flushing red, 'I....B..but I didn't want you to get in trouble because of me! I...I promised to give it back tomorrow!' she squeaked the last part.

The blonde swallowed dryly, muttering something that went unheard by Marinette, 'She's going to be the death of me one day,', staring down at the fidgety girl, he placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling, 'It's okay Marinette, really, keep the shirt, I have more at home, you need it more than I do, now come on, let's get back to class,', he grabbed her hand and led her out, ignoring the slight rustle of movement in his shirt pocket. Marinette is a blushing mess right about now, just when she thought she is moving on, she managed to fall in love with him again, and it's more complicated now as she was just starting to feel butterflies around her kitty too. Tikki peeked out from her holder's purse, giggling quietly at her owner, if only she knew.

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Squeals were heard in the art room, which were identified as Alya's and Rose's. The entire class is welcomed by a flushed Marinette and a slightly pink Adrien. The art teacher merely smiled at them as he watched the scene. The blond made sure his pig-tailed princess was back to his seat then went back to his own, where Nino nudged him in the ribs coyly. Alya and the rest of the girls, excluding Lila, Chloe and Sabrina, the brunette is raging at this point (surprisingly there's still no akuma) at her seat, rushed to the bluenette, demanding details. 'Girl explain to us why are you in Adrien Agreste's shirt?!' Alya shook the girl hard. Rose squealed, 'Oh my gosh It's so romantic! He lent you his shirt!' she sighed dreamily, leaning against Juleka, who merely gave a nod of approval towards Marinette. Alix placed both hands behind her head, whistling, 'I do hope you both didn't do anything more~' she teased. Adrien peeked and chuckled to himself when Marinette buried her red face in her hands, and let out a muffled scream, avoiding eye contact from everyone. The black cat in civilian form had to finally admit that Marinette isn't just a friend after all, though he still has feelings for his bugaboo. Mylene gushed, 'You're so adorable Marinette, relax, Alix's just teasing you,' . Marinette tucked half of her face into the large shirt, breathing deeply into the boy's scent, all the while hiding her flushed face from the others.

Lila is fuming, her neatly detailed plan was all ruin, all because of her jealousy. Putting up her fake act, she can't afford to receive anymore of the accusing glances, and strutted off to gush at Marinette, biting her tongue in disgust.

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It's P.E. The teacher had decided with dodgeball, the most feared yet celebrated sport among the students. What's worse is that she announced the rules to be different. Where one boy and girl were teamed together. But, alas, exceptions were made. The rules were simple, the boys can get hit by the balls, while the girls are to throw the balls, but if the girls do get hit, then the pair is out. Lila, once again lied about her Arthritis acting up again.

The P.E. teacher was, well, you could say a romantic that loves shipping students together. She paired up, of course, the heroes of Paris, Adrien and Marinette, followed by Alya and Nino, Kim and Alix, Max and Sabrina, Mylene and Ivan, Juleka and Rose (the teacher made an exception, Juleka took up the role of the boy, protecting sweet Rose from the rage of dodgeballs.). Poor Nathaniel got paired with Chloe, much to his dismay. Lila's head snapped up, once hearing Adrien and Marinette's name together. She couldn't do anything but just watch as Adrien pulled Marinette to their spot, with Marinette beginning her self-conscious rambles on how she would be slowing Adrien down.

Marinette knew she was clumsy, as the game started, her guilt built up as Adrien shielded her from the incoming balls, with most of them knowing Marinette's high chance of slipping up and tumbling over her own feet. Adrien, with his cat-like reflexes worked perfectly to prevent the balls from hitting his princess.

Lila watched in jealousy, as Adrien grabbed the bluenette's hips, twirling her behind him, not even her anger towards Ladybug can suppress the rage for Marinette inside Lila. Soon, a few pairs were out. Poor Nathaniel had to kneel down to apologize to Chloe when failing to protect her from the incoming ball fired by Alya. Juleka and Rose were soon out, Rose squealing many apologies for not being able to throw the balls correctly, Juleka silencing her with a cheek kiss. Alix and Kim were on fire, aiming to destroy every last one of the pairs. Their latest victims were Max and Sabrina, both laughed a little at their defeat, joining the others to the benches.

Alya and Nino, and Adrien and Marinette, engaged in a little war, where they keep firing balls at each other. Alya mocked the poor clumsy girl poking behind form Adrien's shoulder. 'Come on Mari, look at poor Adrien, he looks bruised all over, are you going to just stand behind him and let him take all the hits by himself?' she high-fived Nino, who just merely chuckled as Adrien shot them an annoyed glance. Marinete grumbled, deciding to let her Ladybug confidence take over her for just this once.

Mylene and Ivan were out soon, when the shorter girl tripped over a ball, causing her to fall, the ball rolling over to Lila's foot. Once Ivan and Mylene were settled on the bench, Alix called out from the center, 'Lila! Could you throw the ball over here?! Me and Kim are going to pulverized those two!' she slammed her palm with her fist, as Kim gathered up the scattered balls. Lila smiled, an idea popping up in her twisted, evil mind. Grabbing the ball, she threw it as hard as she could, but not aiming at the sporty pair, instead, at Marinette, who is wide open for the ball to hit her. Lila made it seem like she missed her aim, as the class watched in horror, the ball merely a few seconds away from Marinette's head.

Adrien's cat senses picked up the ball coming towards Marinette. Reaching one hand to push Marinette behind him by the waist, he blocked the ball with his arm, his glare fixated on Lila. Marinette barely knew what was going on, she stared at the man before her with wide eyes. Lila gritted her teeth, harming Marinette isn't as easy as she thought it would be, as Adrien seems to have appointed himself Marinette's knight in shining armor (knight in shining black leather, to be more precise), but Lila didn't seem to learn her lesson just yet, Adrien had confirmed so himself, the evil glint in Lila's eyes showed that she is stubborn, and not the kind he sees in his lady and Marinette's eyes. Lila smiled apologetically, 'Oops! My Arthritis is acting up again! I hope you're alright Adrien and Marinette!'.

Adrien put on his model facade, 'It's all good Lila, thanks for the ball, now we have extras to defeat the remaining pairs!' he smiled. Kim and Alix scoffed from the center, 'As if!'. The three pairs went through war, Marinette beginning to feel more and more confident during their battle, laughing and throwing balls more frequently. Adrien saw as Marinette giggled, one of her balls hitting Alya's elbow, to which both of them yelled out words of frustration. The sight of her sweaty and laughing reminded him so much of his lady he couldn't help but fall deeper in her spell, he knew he was screwed once he stared into her bluebell eyes that seem to resemble Ladybug so much.

Kim's shout broke Adrien out of his trance, as he looked toward Alix, who is armed and ready to attack them, determined to remain superior in the battlefield of sports. What she didn't know, (but will soon find out when she gets her Miraculous) is that she's facing Paris's beloved badass duo.

As if their Ladybug and Chat Noir senses kicked in, Adrien blocked the ball, Marinette coming out from behind, holding one of the balls. The adrenaline flowing through her veins as she momentarily forgot about everything, focusing only on the target in front of them. Tossing up the ball, she jumped up, her form of hitting the ball reflected through Adrien's pupils. He had forgotten all about everything, admiring the beautiful sight of the girl he had called his "Everyday Ladybug". Marinette drew her right arm back, spiking the ball towards Alix, who her and Kim never expected to see it coming. The entire moments was so fast, the class was in awe. They had seldom gotten to see this side of Marinette, and they had cherished it.

The ball hit Alix's hip, which Kim failed to shield her from the shock he had just received. When Marinette dropped to the ground, Adrien had lifted her up and spun her around, both laughing in victory. The entire class, excluding Lila again, had rushed towards them, celebrating their success, thought Kim and Alix began a playful argument on who wasn't fast enough.

Lila gritted her teeth in anger, her olive eyes squinted in jealousy. The saying of "Jealousy is an ugly thing" is proven to be right. Lila had lost all sense of logic, blinded by jealousy, she wanted Marinette done.

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'Still a friend to you kid?' Plagg teased, holding onto his daily dose of camembert, Adrien grumbled into his pillow, muttering 'Are her eyes always this blue? Am i falling in love? What happened to Ladybug? Can you be in love with two at the same time? What's happening to me?' the question flowed out of his mouth. Plagg laughed hysterically, 'Kid, maybe you should try going for pig-tails this time, imagine, all the good bread to go with cheese!'. he gobbled down the smelly cheese. Adrien lift his head to face Plagg, 'You always think with your stomach,'. Plagg shrugged, 'So what are you doing with the sausage girl?' the god of destruction started calling her that after getting a good look at her hair, he really thought it was sausages hanging from her hair.

'She seems pretty angry today, I think it's only a matter of time before she completely loses it, we'll take the high road for now, I never thought annoying someone could be this fun,' he chuckled. Plagg settled himself onto the boy's bed, 'I guess they can strip off your title as Sunshine Boy,'. Adrien merely chuckled and settled down, staring at the ceiling, sorting out his feelings.

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Adrien was right, Lila had lost her temper days after, all her built up lies and threats fall into the ditch. She let her emotions take over and lost everything she once had.

It was during school when some students had extra classes, the Akuma Class had one extra period in Chemistry, as they went to their locker to gather their things for the class.

Lila has had it, she spent the whole day tripping Marinette, even going as far as spreading rumors, and framing her. But it always didn't go her way, if anything it made Marinette more loved, and she had to control herself from pouncing on her when having to watch the class gush on how close the bluenette and blond had gotten. She knew Adrien is preventing everything she is planning, constantly in the right place at the right time, she was furious at Adrien for stopping her. He was suppose to be fawning over her like the other mindless idiots! Seeing the two of them so close together at Marinette's locker, with Marinette leaning back a little to show Adrien something form her sketchbook, the man leaning in a little, his chin almost touching the girl's shoulder. It was such a sickeningly sweet posture that it practically radiates diabetes. Alya had her phone out while the girls gushed over it.

Deciding it was the last straw, and momentarily forgetting the presence of practically the whole class in the locker room. Stomping over to them, she screeched like a spoiled child, or in most people's case, a banshee. 'I have had it with you Dupain-Cheng! You were supposed to be an outcast! Alone! I was supposed to be there next to Adrien! Not you! I didn't plan all of this just for you to get closer to him! Ughh! I hate you!' she screamed it all at a stunned Marinette.

Before Marinette could respond, Lila continued, letting her rage completely take over, 'And you! You're supposed to be fawning over me! Like the mindless idiots in the class! Not going over to her! She's a nobody! What's so great about her anyway! I'm a model! I worked with the famous Gabriel! All she ever does is doodle some ugly designs and bake bread! I'm the one who's worthy of the Agreste name! Me! If you have gotten together with me I would've actually met Jagged Stone and Prince Ali, then I wouldn't have to lie about this! I wouldn't have to lie about all these stupid diseases and everyone would be flocking over to me! Not this girl you called your "Everyday Ladybug" !' she finished, panting, challenging Adrien, who suddenly had his arm around Marinette, both of them glaring at the brunette.

Lila froze, she looked around her, the entire Akuma class stared at her, shock. Alya had her phone out. Oh no, she messed up, it was all going so well, and she let her anger control her. She now wished for an akuma to take over her already. Quickly thinking of a new excuse, she spoke with a paled face, 'Oh no! I let my disease take over me again! I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean what I said to Marinette and Adrien! My lying disease had acted up again. Please understand!' she cried out, fake tears streaming down her face.

Alix broke the silence, screaming, 'So Marinette was right all along! You are a liar! I can't believe you!'.

'So uncool Lila!'

'You've been lying all this time! And we thought Marinette was jealous! Oh Poor Marinette!'

'There is a 99.97% chance that there is no such disease Lila,'

'How could you Lila! We would've accepted you just fine when you don't lie!'

Lila's eyes widened, 'N...no guys! It really is a disease! Please! You have to believe me!' she cried out, her face turning as white as a sheet of paper. Nino called out, 'I don't think the word "believe" would suit this conversation right now Lila, you just lied to all of us, and you even framed our dudette Marinette for all those horrible things! That's low!' the DJ shook his head in disappointment.

Lila's shocked expression morphed into something uglier, anger, turning around, she screamed at Marinette, 'It's all your fault! If you weren't in the way! I would've been in the spotlight! I hate you! You're nothing but a nuisance in our lives! I wish you were gone! I don't get what Adrien sees in you!' she was about to scream more when she flinched at the sound of a fist against the locker door. Looking to wards the source, she was greeted by the hovering figure of one Adrien Agreste, his fist still remaining against the metal material of the locker, his eyes, acid-green, glinting dangerously at her, 'Shut up Lila,' he growled, something that the others were not aware that he could create.

'W..what?' Lila was speechless. Adrien spoke up in a low voice, 'I said shut up, you don't get to talk about our "Everyday Ladybug" like that, nor do you have the privilege. I like her, you want to know why? Because unlike you, Marinette doesn't go lying about everything, and she actually works hard to achieve her dreams. She actually met Jagged Stone, but she didn't brag it all out like you, she's humble, she's kind, and she puts other's needs before herself, and, Rossi, that is why Marinette would always be a thousand times more better than you. I'm not stupid Rossi, I know you've been spying on my on behalf of my dad, you manipulated him to get closer to him, so don't go spouting all that nonsense of you wanting the best for me, you don''t care about me, you just want my last name, and I despise people like you. So don't talk about my princess like that, is that clear?' he finished. Marinette's eyes lit up at the mention of her nickname. Only one person has ever called me princess, she flushed red at the realization.

Adrien is Chat Noir!

I've been rejecting him for him!

And he just openly confessed to me, if this is a dream don't wake me up?

Lila's eyes were wide, she didn't seem to hear the "Since when did you call Marinette princess?!" from Alya behind her, all she could focus was the fact that her future would be ruin, all the fame and fortune she ever dreamed off, gritting her teeth, she pointed towards him, showing her true colors at last, 'Really?! You don't know what I'm capable of Agreste, I could get you out of school with just a few of my words! Your father wouldn't even know what's coming! Ha! Do you think I really liked you?! You're just a stepping stone towards my popularity! And here I thought you were perfect?! If it weren't for your last name then I would've just turn you into one of my minions!'

Adrien's eyes reflected hurt, he hated being recognized only for his name, it makes him think that all he's ever good for is his name, not what he truly is. Lila noticed this, sneering, she mocked, 'What Agreste, you're going to hurt me? Slap me? Think before you act blondie, I can tarnish your reputation by reporting that you, a boy, hit me, a delicate woman, imagine what would the press think of you?' she cackled.

Marinette has had it, no one, and she means no one, talks to her precious kitty like that! Drawing her hand back, she slapped the girl across her face cleanly. Lila stumbled back, while everyone widened their eyes at the force coming from the petite girl. The Italian touched her now red cheek, anger rising quickly, how dare that peasant slap her! Before she could take it out, Marinette beat her to it, and the force of her voice caused everyone to silence themselves immediately.

'Adrien can't hit you, but I can! How dare you! You witch! Using Adrien and my friends like that as your pawns! They're not some dolls you can control! Can't you see you're hurting them! I would've tolerate you if you target me only! But you're the kind that thinks of yourself as some goddess or ruler, that you're above us all! Manipulating us, lying to us! You really are the worst of the worst! Adrien knew you were lying, but being the sweet and kind person he is he gave you chance for you to change, but what did you do?! You used this kindness to your advantage! Adrien isn't some kind of trophy for you to hang around your arm! He's a real person who just wants to live a normal life, instead people like you used him, turned him into some kind of eye candy! Can't you see he needs emotional support?! He needs someone there for him, his father is always busy and he just lost his mother! He's hurting inside, and you don't even acknowledge that fact! Well let me tell you this Lila, we are not minions who you can control! You will either apologize to them or stay an outcast! Unlike Adrien, I am not that kind to let you off the hook!' Marinette finished, out of breath.

Adrien stared at the girl, the sight of her standing up to him almost made his eyes water, she's simply the most amazing girl he met besides Ladybug, he wondered to himself on how he didn't notice this goddess of a woman before.The confidence, the voice, the posture, it reminded him so much of his lady, he had never fallen more harder than ever for a girl, not even Ladybug crossed his mind as his eyes only ever saw Marinette Dupain-Cheng right now.

Lila had her eyes wide open once again, she was pale, and everyone could almost hear a whimper escaping her lips. The class stared at Marinette, their class president is incredible! The liar had to mutter a small apology half-heartedly and ran out, ashamed and embarrassed.

The situation was so tense they were surprise an akuma didn't appear already. Alix cut it off with a wolf-whistle, Alya shoved her phone towards Nino and ran towards Marinette, 'Girl that was so awesome! You're so amazing! Just like Ladybug!' she hugged the half-Asian. Soon after the rest of the girls joined, thanking Marinette. Everyone just stood there thanking their beloved class president, well, almost everyone, Adrien still had that lovesick gaze on her, which did not go unnoticed by Alya.

The Ladyblogger placed her hands on her hips, smirking teasingly, 'So, Sunshine Boy, what's all this about liking my girl Marinette and calling her princess? Isn't she "just a friend"?' she quoted. Adrien snapped out of his trance, face burning red as he stammered some quiet words out, covering his face. Rose squealed, 'You do like Marinette! Oh it's so romantic on how you defended each other! You're just like Ladybug and Chat Noir!'. The rest of the class nodded in approval. 'It's like they're the civilian versions of Paris's superheroes!' Mylene giggled.

Both Marinette and Adrien took this as a suspicion on their superhero identities, flushing red, they held their hands up and denied everything in panic. Their friends laughed at the two's reaction, 'You two really are made for each other! Just kiss already!' Alix called out, fist bumping Kim in the process. They flushed red again, as Chloe called out, 'Ugh! As if I'm seeing those two lock lips! Sabrina! Let's go! We're late for Chemistry!' she snapped her fingers, beckoning the girl to follow her. The class gasped in surprise, they were approximately 15 minutes late for their class! Yells of surprise were heard and within seconds the locker room was empty, except for the bluenette and blond.

'Adrien? Did you really mean what you said earlier?' Marinette bit her lip, looking down at the ground shyly. The blonde lifted the girl's chin up slowly, in a soft voice, he spoke, 'Yes, I really like you Marinette, and I realized I had been for awhile, you're the most amazing girl I've ever met, and I have been pretty blind for not noticing such a wonderful girl in front of me, I'll be delighted if you'll return my feelings,' he gave her a shy smile. Marinette would've exploded, but she bear the thought that the man in front of her was her partner, the one that had been in love with her alter-ego for so long, confessed to her twice, and her heart swelled at the feeling. 'Of course Adrien, you have no idea how long I've been in love with you, and yes, you have been pretty blind to not notice,' she giggled at the last part. 'We'll talk about this later, okay? We're both really late for class,' Marinette began to leave, but Adrien stopped her to thank her once again.

'Marinette, i just want to thank you for standing up to me, it really means a lot to me, You're really amazing you know that?' he added the last part with a soft smile, one that the spotter-hero had seen frequently on a certain feline-hero. Adrien rubbed the back of his neck shyly, Marinette smiled, 'It's alright Adrien, plus,' she leaned towards his ear, whispering the last part clearly, 'I couldn't let her bad-mouthed my chaton that way, could I?' giggled quietly to herself, she walked out, not before shooting a quick wink towards the model.

Adrien stood there, frozen. Did she just call me? Only one person calls me that. No, it cant be. I can't be that lucky. Then, if she says she's been in love with me for awhile, then that means, she rejected me, for me? Piecing the puzzles together, he came to a conclusion: Marinette is Ladybug. Why wouldn't she be? they're both brave, courageous, kind and Adrien had to say, extremely gorgeous. Hearing Plagg stifle a laughter inside his pocket, his suspicions were correct. He's the holder of the black cat Miraculous, the literal owner of the God of destruction and bad luck, how could he be this lucky?

Smiling in a lovesick way, he promised to himself that once the pig-tailed girl was his, he would never let her go, not ever again.

(This is just a one-shot to giving our heroes some justice, absolutely no Lila hate)

#marinette dupain cheng #ladrien #marichat #adrienette #ladynoir #alya #nino lahiffe #badass marinette #badass adrien #adrien #marinette #post-reveal adrienette #miraculous ladybug fanfic #miraculous ladybug fandom

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s-creations · 3 years

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Oh, That Imagination

Kids will always have active imaginations. But how the adult handles it depends on what the child is afraid of.

Fandom: DuckTales 2017 / The Three Caballeros Rating: General Audience Relationships/Pairings: José Carioca/Donald Duck/Panchito Pistoles Additional Tags: Growing up, Uncles with their Nephews, Facing Fears, Worries, hunting a creature, Krampus (character), giving a speech, watching a scary movie, protecting the boys, the passing of time, names OCs.

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

Author Note: I finished Student Teaching and passed my Content Test, so I’m getting back into writing! I do have a new job lined up for the school year. We’ll see how consistent I stay with uploading. XD

“Unca Donald, Unca Donald, Unca Donald!”

Even with the loud warning call, Donald still staggers when something blue collides against his leg. “Dishes! I’m doing dishes. Go and sit on the counter please.”

6-year-old Dewey gave a quick nod before clamoring up. The older duck impressed by how quickly the duckling could climb.

“Now, what can I help you with?”

“Benny said there’s a-a monster living in the sewage of Duckberg! I wanna go catch it!”

Donald let out a low hum as he washed the soap from the glass. This was twice in two weeks that neighbor Benny had told some story about some ‘creature’ they had seen. Dewey, always on the lookout for new adventures, ate each story up with determination and gusto.

“I see, very interesting. What does this monster look like?”

“Like...Like an alligator. Only bigger!”

“Ooooh, that sounds scary. And you’re going to catch them all by yourself?”

“Yep!”

“Well, aren’t you brave. Are you going to bring them back to be studied for science?”

“I’m gonna do it to rub it in Huey’s face. Cuz he says the creature isn’t real. But I’m gonna prove him wrong!”

“It sounds like your afternoon is full.”

“It sure is! Oh, wait, I wanted to ask you if we have a large net that I could use?”

“I don’t think we have a ‘large’ net. You’ll have your bug catching net.”

Dewey let out a contemplative hum. Hand resting on his cheek while his pointer finger tapped out some unknown tempo. A habit he picked up from José. “That’s not great. But I suppose it’ll have to do.”

“Look at you compromising. What are you going to use as bait?”

“Do we have any old lunch meat?”

“No and you’re not using what we have in the fridge.”

“You’re ruining the search Unca Donald! I need bait.”

“How about you take Tio Panchito with you? He had to help his grandpa search for farm animals when they got out of their pens. Didn’t have to use bait to get those animals back.”

“Tio worked on a farm?” Dewey’s eyes lit up hearing this new piece of information.

“Spent a few childhood Summers there.”

“What did he do?”

“Why don’t you go and ask him? I’m sure he would be more than happy to share stories with you and your brothers.”

“Okay, bye Unca Donald! I’m gonna learn about cows!”

Donald silently laughed as Dewey raced out of the kitchen. Childhood stories continued during dinner and only ended when the triplets were put to bed.

“So...should I question why Dewey furiously ran at me this afternoon? All while screaming his demands for me to tell stories?” The rooster asked as Donald joined him and José on the living room couch.

“Apparently, Benny had seen some ‘creature’ in the sewer system. Dewey determined that he was going to hunt said being down. I told him you would help in the search because you’ve helped with finding lost farm animals. That caught his attention and now you know the outcome.” Donald sighed as he leaned against the other, relaxing.

“Do you think the thrill of the hunt will call out to Dewey tomorrow?”

“We’ll see.” Donald replied back simply.

The hunt did not call out the next day. Dewey focused on creating a backyard zoo, he didn’t have time to worry about some creature. A few days later, a pet iguana was rescued from the neighborhood sewers. It appears Benny had actually seen something. It just wasn’t the towering creature he’d claimed before.

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The holidays were busy for all the adults in the household. Donald focused on getting the shopping done and holding down the fort while the ducklings raced around during their school break. Gleefully talking about Santa and what present they’re excited most about. José would be gone for weeks on end leading up to December 25, helping with numerous flights to make sure he had that day off. Starting from October through December, this time saw Panchito with booked weekends of different performances to help get other families into the festive feeling.

Even with having busy and exhausting schedules, they made sure to make time for the triplets. Baking, decorating the house, helping them pick out gifts for the other family members. Every year it was the goal to keep the ducklings as happy as possible.

Which is why Panchito became worried when 7-year-old Louie started acting...strange. Almost what the rooster would call ‘stressed’.

The duckling had started being overly helpful around the house. Doing more tasks than what would be required. Going out of his way to ask if he could help. And, most worriedly, he’d become quiet. Not in his normal way of just relaxing in front of the television. But almost fearful that he was being listened to by some unseen stranger. Eyes even darting around as he moved through the apartment.

Unfortunately, Panchito wasn’t able to approach this possible problem until a weekend late into the duckling’s break.

The rooster let out a sigh as he collapsed onto the couch. Thankful that he was done until the New Year’s celebrations he had the coming weekend. But he was able to relax for the rest of the week to celebrate Christmas. Cautious footsteps drawing closer caused Panchito to open his eyes. Finding Louis standing nervously in the middle of the room.

“Hola Louie, what can I do for you?”

“Um, do you need me to get you anything?”

Panchito raised a brow. “No, I’m fine. Why don’t you join me until dinner’s ready?”

“Oh, um, that’s okay. Maybe I should see if Uncle Donald needs any help.”

“You’re on break. Why don’t you just sit for a while?” The duckling frowned, eyes darting around before settling onto the couch. Still tense. “So, how has school been? I haven’t heard you and your brothers talk about it for a while.”

“Uh...good.”

“Just good? ...Try out any new schemes lately? I know Uncle Donald isn’t so thrilled when you do that. But you always have such clever ideas, makes me laugh.”

“Nope, I’ve been good! No crazy plans from me!”

Panchito sat up a little more when Louie started shouting at the ceiling. “Okay Louie, what’s going on. Are you feeling okay? Did something happen at school?”

The duckling dressed in green wrung his hands as he peered around.

“...Abby told me about the Krampus…” Louie eventually whispered.

“The who?”

“The Krampus! He’s the opposite of Santa Claus! A big creature with long horns and wears a cloak! And he comes after bad boys and girls! He takes them away in his large, greasy bag and they’re never seen again and-”

“Okay, Louie, come here. You’re getting yourself worked up.” Panchito easily and quickly moved the duckling onto his lap. Wrapping arms around the smaller form to help keep Louie grounded. “Breath with me. We’re going to take a few deep breaths, okay?”

Louie gave two quick nods. They remained this way for a few minutes, Panchito holding the duckling close and controlling his breathing for Louie to follow. The rooster only pulled away when Louie had calmed down enough to talk. “Okay, so, you were told a scary story. Why are you worried?”

“Because he goes after bad kids and I know I’m...not good.”

“Why would you say that? You’re a wonderful kid!”

“But I get the most detentions and I’m lazy and I know I don’t do my homework when I need to and-”

‘Louie… Yes, we would like you to work a little harder than what you do now. But you’re not bad. You...take risks. You have a point of view that I’ve never seen before. You’re a clever kid. And, well, between you and me.”

Panchito leaned closer. Louie’s eyes widened with curiosity. “You fight the system and you don’t let them beat you down.”

“...Does that mean I don’t have to wash the dishes?”

“Don’t push your luck. What I’m trying to say is that you’re not bad. You just think differently than others. Plus, if you’re this worried, this might be a sign you should help out more. But I doubt any Krampus will come after you.”

“Really?”

“Really… Also, you know your uncles and I would beat up any creature who dares try to hurt you.”

Louie laughed. Beaming and squirming as Panchito placed a kiss on his cheek. Christmas Day arrived with no mysterious creatures knocking in their front door. Louie was still safely tucked away in his bed. Joining his brothers with running out to the living room and unwrapping presents. Curling next to Panchito as all enjoyed the afternoon glow while watching a marathon of movies.

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Huey took to the Junior Woodchucks like a duck to water.

From day one it became a large part of his identity. He carried his handbook around with him everywhere. Writing his own notes and entries to add to the already thick volume. Gleefully patting his knees as he patiently waited for whatever uncle was going to take him to the weekly meetings. Even learning how to iron his uniform to keep it in tip top shape.

Dewey may complain that the eagerness was annoying. But nothing seemed to damper Huey’s spirit.

Until Huey was tasked to write a speech. As he was top ranked among the troop, he was given the honor of addressing the new member that would be joining that year. A banquet being held with the duckling presenting a speech of his own at the beginning of the event. The duckling was absolutely thrilled at first. Telling everyone he could about the great honor bestowed onto him.

All in the family thought he would triumph over this just like many other things in his life.

José was humming softly one evening, making his way to the kitchen when he heard sniffing coming from the bathroom. The door opened a crack and, taking a risk, José peered in. He found 8-year-old Huey, curled up by the tub and far away from the door. A stack of paper was at the duckling’s feet. Red rimmed eyes glaring at said stack.

“Huey?”

Said duckling’s head snapped up hearing José. Wiping his eyes frantically. “T-Tio José…”

“Criança doce, what is wrong?” José entered, leaving the door open in case Huey wanted out.

The duckling sniffed weakly. “...I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“My speech…”

José frowned, knowing how excited Huey had been only a few days ago. “Can you tell me what you are scared about?”

Huey let out another sniff. His hand starting to hit the side of the tub as time went on. Which José put a stop to by reaching out to take the duckling’s hand. “I’m scared...that people are going to laugh at me. I keep practicing my speech to make it perfect and I read a bunch of tips but… All I can think about is messing up and people mocking me. Then my scout leader will see me as a failure and strip me of my badges and-”

The parrot pulled the duckling closer, humming a lullaby softly. Huey instantly clung to José, burying himself away in his guardian’s chest. It took a few minutes before the duckling finally relaxed, slumped against the older, hand still keeping a good grip on José's shirt.

“Huey, I would like for you to listen to me. Can you do that for me?” José received a nod, “I will help you with your speech. But you have nothing to worry about. Your scout leader seems to be nothing of the kind who would take away what you’ve achieved. And no one will laugh. We all know you will be doing your best.”

“...But what if my best isn’t enough?”

“It always will be Huey. Never doubt that.” José peered up hearing the floorboards creek. Finding Donald standing in the doorway wearing a look of worry. The parrot gave a quick shake of his head. A silent message that he had a handle on the situation. Donald gave a nod of his own before sneaking off. “Feeling better?”

“...A little. I’m still scared.”

“That is fine. How about we make some cookies? I think I saw your Uncle Donald heading that way before. And while we are doing that, you can show me your speech.”

Huey sniffed weakly. Pulling back slightly to look up at José. “Chocolate chip?”

“Of course.”

The duckling smiled weakly and nodded. Donald greeted the two with wide arms and a smile when they walked in. Huey beamed as he was picked up and given a sturdy hug from his other uncle as José started the process. But uncles gave Huey their undivided attention when he gave his speech. The other members of the family joined them as the cookies started to bake. Dewey and Louie keeping their ‘helpful’ comments to themselves and clapping along when Huey finished.

At the night of the banquet, Huey beamed as he gave a flawless speech. His family cheered the loudest.

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“This is such a bad idea.”

9-year-old Louie huffed, rolling his eyes as Huey bemoaned at his flawless plan. “If you’re going to be a stick in the mud, then don’t watch.”

“But I want to see it.”

“Then what’s the issue?”

“The movie is PG-13! We need parental guidance to watch.”

“You know they won’t let us watch.” Dewey added.

“But-”

“You get two options here Hubert,” Louie interrupted. One hand holding up a finger to keep Huey quiet. The other holding the latest zombie movie that had just recently been release to DVD, “You either watch with your mouth shut. Or you leave and keep your mouth shut in the bed while you listen to the amazingness that is this movie from the closed doors. What’s it going to be?”

Huey frowned. But he ‘zipped’ his bill closed and crossed his arms. Which the green-hoodied triplet took as keeping his mouth shut. With a nod, Louie popped the movie in and sat next to his brothers. All three were huddled together in the closet. Eyes glued to the small t.v. screen that was crammed in with them as well. The movie menu soon appeared and Dewey pressed play.

Donald let out a content sigh as he relaxed further between his partners. Panchito clinging to him as Donald’s head was tucked under the rooster’s chin. While José was curled up at Donald’s side, using the duck’s chest as a pillow. That night was quiet and calm. There was a weekend ahead of them that was just filled with nothing. A relaxing time with his partners and kids. It was going to be great…

A chorus of screams sounded from the triplet’s room. All adults were up and racing out in only a few seconds. Even hard to wake José was on full alert. Donald reached the door first, flinging it open. Fully expecting to see an intruder standing in the middle of the bedroom. Only to find Huey and Louie, sobbing as they clung to each other on the younger triplet’s bed. Dewey was waving his plastic sword at the open closet. His entire being was shaking as wide, fearful eyes were on the open space.

“What is going on here?” Donald called out over the noise.

“There’s a zombie in the closet!” Louis answered.

“It touched me!” Huey added.

“I’m fighting it off!” Dewey finished.

“What- okay- Dewey stop swinging that around!” Panchito walked over and pulled the sword from the duckling. Collecting the blue cladded triplet as he continued to shake.

Donald gathers the other two. Both of them desperately slings to the protection that was their uncle. José took to the closet, making sure it was empty. The parrot raised a brow, finding the t.v. that was still on and playing a movie.

He reached in to eject the movie and brought it out for the other two to see. “Donald.”

The duck looked it over. Frowning, seeing the topic, letting out a slow breath. It was clear the triplets were in no condition to have a stern talking to. Plus, he was honestly too tired to worry about it at the moment. “Okay...let’s go back to our room.”

The other two adults nodded. José turned off the lights as he was the last to leave the boy’s room. Donald rested himself back into the middle of the bed, only with more bodies pressed around him. Panchito cleverly left the bedside light on before he laid down on the bed, Dewey resting on his chest. The triplets flinched when José walked in.

“It is just me.” The parrot assured.

Donald let out a sigh as he gently preened the top of each head. “You’re safe here. Nothing’s going to get you.”

The bed was pressed further down as José laid down. Huey clamoring over into the parrot’s hold. Donald was free to wrap both arms around Louie. Three voices began to hum a familiar lullaby in hope of calming the triplets further. Even with their comforting presence, it took awhile for the three to fall asleep. It was not the way Donald wanted to start his weekend. But he should have known nothing he plans ever goes his way. Even with this hiccup, he was happy to have his family close. Falling asleep with a smile on his face.

Donald was able to take his pent up frustration on the idiot who had allowed children to rent a horror movie. Panchito coming as back up to make sure the duck didn’t kill anyone.

#donald duck #Jose Carioca #panchito pistoles #jose carioca/donald duck/panchito pistoles #The Three Caballeros #the three gay caballeros #s-creations

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alienheartattack · 3 years

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To All Of Us, From 2000 Years Ago

I got so mad about 139 and the leaks that I banged out my own 3000+ word ending to the manga today. Please keep in mind that this is a non-shipping story. Although I’ve exclusively written Rivamika before, this is not a Rivamika story, and although there’s an Eren/Mikasa scene at the beginning. there is no relationship between them, only the implication of feelings that are not quite reciprocated. I also threw some Levi fan service in there because why the hell not?

CW: There are references to and non-detailed descriptions of rape in this story.

You can also read this on AO3!

"You know what you have to do," Eren says. Mikasa pretends not to hear him over the rush of the little creek they're sitting by so he says it again, louder.

"I know," she sighs. "Even now, knowing that you've done something so unforgivable, a part of me doesn't want to."

"You're a good person, Mikasa. You'll be even better without me."

She snorts a laugh. "I've killed people, too. Just not as many as you did."

"You always had the weirdest sense of humor." Eren puts an arm around her, presses a kiss to her cheek. "I'm going to miss it." That's what finally brings him to tears, the thought of not seeing Mikasa again. Or Armin. Or Connie, or Jean, or Captain Levi, even the rest of them. He's had plenty of time to accept that he'd die at nineteen, was always going to die at nineteen, but now that the moment has arrived he wants to hold on just a bit longer.

Mikasa doesn't cry, at least not the way he expects her to. Tears stream down her face but she doesn't sniffle, doesn't sob, doesn't rage or scream the way she’s done in the past. He sees them both, Mikasa the girl and Mikasa the soldier, perfectly coexisting in the inky blackness of her eyes. She has made her decision. She made it before she even stepped into the mouth of the Titan.

"Kiss me one last time," Eren weeps. "Please."

"Okay," she nods, cupping his face with one hand and leaning in close. "See you later, Eren."

When Mikasa pulls away from his lips, the deed is already done. His severed head feels sickeningly heavy in her blood-stained hands. His eyes gaze beyond her, beyond the veil of this world, clouded with the knowledge of the void. The Titan around her begins to disintegrate in plumes of white steam. Mikasa swears she can smell wildflowers.

"Mikasa Ackerman," a girl's voice echoes. Mikasa whips her head around, looking for the source of the sound. Someone seems to materialize from the steam, swirling eddies of smoke coalescing in the form of a small girl, scraggly blond hair falling into her eyes, barefoot in a dirty white dress. Her face is blank, her eyes downcast.

"Ymir," Mikasa says, the name forming in her mouth before she can think of it.

Ymir nods, then points to Eren's head. "You loved him. Why did you kill him?"

"I had to."

"Why?"

"Because some things are more important than my love." Ymir stares blankly, seemingly confused. "The millions of people who died are more important. The world is more important. Besides, what kind of person would I be to stand beside someone who could slaughter so many people so senselessly?"

"You… don't love him?" The little girl blinks quickly, white lids snapping over black eyes. Something about it seems inhuman, wrong somehow. Mikasa cannot help but think of insects.

A tear falls from her face and lands on Eren’s, snaking a trail down his cheek as though he'd shed it himself. "I can never forget what he did and I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive him for it, but I'll always love Eren."

"You wouldn't die for him?"

Mikasa answers without hesitation. "Never."

Ymir's gaze snaps up to Mikasa's, and she feels sick from what she sees in the girl's odd, dark eyes: a hunger, almost starvation, for the scraps of affection Karl Fritz would throw at her; a longing to be treated well, to be fussed over and doted on and adored. Ymir would close her eyes and dream of a shining, beautiful man when the king held her down and fucked her, made her recoil, made her bleed, beat her when she cried out or complained of the pain. She carved out a space in her mind for him where she sculpted him into her ideal. Sometime between that first bloody night and the day the assassin's spear pierced her chest she invented a Karl Fritz out of whole cloth, a man whose cold entreaties and brutal assaults were proof of his undying love.

Mikasa sees these things from Ymir’s eyes, feels the bruises forming on her back, the tearing and bleeding between her legs, the rotted wine breath of Karl Fritz in her mouth.

"I would never have jumped in front of that spear," she says, more confident than she’s ever felt. "I wouldn't even have considered it." Ymir frowns, cocks her head like she's trying to understand. "You thought you were doing the right thing, but you protected a man who never loved you. You laid down your life for a man who forced your daughters to consume your body. He didn't even mourn you."

A flash of anger contorts Ymir's face. Her eyes dart around wildly, turning Mikasa's words over in her mind. "But he loved me," she insists.

"Did he ever tell you he loved you? Or did he treat you like a slave?" Mikasa's voice wavers at the word slave, at the memory of Eren screaming at her across that restaurant table; the moment her wall of denial came crumbling down. No matter what his plan was, it became clear that day that he would step on any of them to achieve it. She had no idea how true that assessment would become, millions of bodies crushed into the contaminated earth beneath the feet of Eren’s Titans.

She wonders if things would have happened differently if he'd just admitted once that he loved her.

"You are free," she tells Ymir. "You choose your own destiny. I am free, and I chose mine."

Ymir says nothing, her eyes luminous with tears, and then dissipates into the smoke. Mikasa is vaguely aware of the wavering steam around her, of Levi flying on Falco's back and pulling her out of the Titan's mouth before everything turns hazy and white.

She can see the scene from two thousand years earlier as clear as though she were there, floating above it all: the crowd come to see King Fritz's speech, the hooded assassin's arm pulling back, the tip of the spear glinting in the daylight. The assassin lets the spear fly, its arc perfectly aimed at the heart of the tyrant. His wife Ymir, older and slimmer than the girl Mikasa met but still with those same sad, black insect eyes, watches in horror as the tip of the spear flies closer and closer; but she does not move, not even when it impales her husband through the chest and the light in his eyes is snuffed out.

In time-lapse, Mikasa sees it all: the accession of Queen Ymir, wise and fair, and the moderate reigns of her three daughters, and their daughters after them. The power of the Titans remains within the royal family, passed down from mother to daughter, a shameful, secret birthright. They create diplomatic ties with other countries, offering succor and counsel, avoiding the path of war so as not to reveal their ultimate power. There is no Great Titan War, no walls, no telepathic manipulation. The world moves forward in fits and starts as it always has, small skirmishes and occasional wars, but the Eldians remain steadfast and committed to peace. Satisfied with Ymir's choice, Mikasa finds herself closing her eyes, opening them for the first time again in the year 835, in her parents' house just outside Shiganshina, as a new doctor pulls her into the world. He is not Grisha Yeager, she notes, and then she forgets who Grisha Yeager is entirely.

In the year 845, there is no Wall Maria for the Colossal Titan to breach, and no Colossal Titan to breach it.

Inside one of the cities in what was once Wall Rose, a history teacher writes notes on a chalkboard before his first class arrives for the day. He draws a crown in the middle of the board and writes the subject of the day's class inside of it: QUEEN YMIR THE WISE. The teacher is startled by a noise behind him; he turns to find one of his students, a shy girl called Sarah, taking a seat at her desk.

"School hasn't started yet," he says. "You're supposed to be outside."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Smith," Sarah replies. "I was looking at a really interesting bug and the other girls started making fun of me."

The teacher nods. "All right, just this once. If you’d like, sometime I could teach you how to stand up to those girls."

Hundreds of miles away, the forests of Dauper ring with the whoops of an exuberant girl, triumphing at having killed her first deer with a bow and arrow she carved herself. She doesn't care that she's scaring the other game away with her commotion, or that she has no idea how she'll lug a hundred-pound carcass all the way back home.

In Trost, a young boy lingers over his breakfast; not because he wants to miss school, but because his mother's omelet is the most delicious thing he's ever eaten and probably ever will eat. His mother ruffles his hair and pinches his round cheek, then gently chides him to eat faster or he’ll be late.

A little boy in Ragako District, a few inches shorter than his friends, demands another explanation of the multiplication tables. He doesn't quite understand the concept, goes blank when his friends try to explain arrays of rows and columns, but he believes that he can pass today's test if he tries hard enough.

Across the sea in Marley, the prosperous Eldian District is strewn with streamers, celebrating the 2000th anniversary of the assassination of the cruel King Fritz. The children have the day off from school and are gathering in the streets, purchasing candy and ice cream from vendor stalls and exchanging them as gifts to celebrate the sweetness of life. A little blond girl receives an extra coin from her father, who tells her to get something special for herself.

A few blocks away, a doctor fills his medical bag and sets off to see his first patient of the day. As he walks through the crowd of happy children, many of whom he’s delivered himself, he hopes that his only son will change his mind and join the family business.

In Mitras, a shopkeeper opens his door for the first time, pausing for a moment in the early morning sunshine to admire the wooden shingle hanging by his doorway, gently swinging in the breeze. It depicts a hand wrapped around a mug of tea, wisps of steam rising into the air above it.

The door opens while he's adjusting the canisters on the shelf behind the counter, making sure their labels face perfectly forward. His heart leaps at the tinkle of the doorbell. He picked the most musical one, the one that made him happiest when he heard it, and he feels very good about his decision.

"Hello, welcome to Ackerman Tea— Mom!" His voice takes on an adolescent whine when he addresses his mother, which makes him feel like a child and impossibly old at the same time, despite his twenty-six years.

"Did you really think I wouldn't be your first customer?" she asks, beaming. "Of course I'm going to come support my sweet boy." Her gaze sweeps over the shop, its walls painted a deep forest green, the mahogany counter polished to a mirror shine. "I'm so proud of you, Levi. You've worked so hard and it shows." Her voice quavers, her eyes filling with tears.

"Moooom," he trills, softer this time, quietly moved. Her presence feels like an auspicious omen, a reminder from the universe that someone will catch him should he fall. "Is there a tea you’re interested in, or would you like me to help you choose? We have more than thirty varieties."

"You've been practicing," his mother notes with a nod.

Levi shrugs off her comment, feeling a bit bashful that she’s noticed his hard work. "I've never been great with people, and this job is nothing but people. At least until I can hire someone to cover the counter while I blend tea in the back."

"You'll get there soon," she says, pulling a few coins from her purse. "Get me something you'd think I'd like."

He thinks for a moment, his brow furrowing in concentration, before his face lights up and he grabs a step-stool to reach a canister of black tea flavored with strawberry and rose. "This one is sweet and floral, but it becomes so much more when you add a bit of milk. You don't even need any sugar."

"Perfect. You even thought about how I take my tea." She places a few coins on the counter, watching her son approvingly as he scoops the tea into a bag, folds it closed with surgical precision, and ties a blue ribbon around it. "You're going to be a success, my love. I know it."

"That makes one of us," he smirks, then scoops the coins into his palm and puts them in the cash register, enjoying the feel of the heavy keys under his fingers, the spring-loaded pressure of the drawer. He hopes he gets to use it many more times today.

"Will you be home for dinner?"

"I should be. I can't imagine people will want to buy tea at night."

"Good," his mother says. "Because now that you're in business, we should talk about finding you a wife."

"MOM!" he exclaims, a furious blush coloring his face.

Further south in Shiganshina, Mikasa sulks as her mother walks her into town, not wanting to leave the safety of her parents' cabin to learn and play with the other children. She is perfectly happy to do chores on the farm, to learn the simultaneously mundane and arcane secrets of coaxing a plant from seed, to throw feed to the chickens and pull weeds in the garden.

"Mikasa, you're ten years old. Your father and I can't teach you everything," her mother says.

"I can learn from books. I don't need to go to school."

"The fact that you're saying that means you need to go. There's more to the world than just our farm, my sweet. You might want to see the world someday."

The little girl huffs. "I doubt it." Her mother simply shakes her head and smiles, ruminating on her daughter’s impending teenage years, a possible hint of rebellion, but finds that hard to imagine. Mikasa is usually a calm, easygoing child, though perhaps a bit too inquisitive and stubborn for her own good.

Mikasa hugs her mother fiercely at the school gate, watching as she turns and walks back up the road that leads to their farm. She’s excited to make new friends and learn new things, but she misses her home more than she ever thought possible. She lets out a soft sigh, then turns to face the crowd of running, yelling children; her new classmates.

She trudges around the grassy schoolyard, dodging groups of kids chasing each other or playing impromptu games. Everyone seems to know each other already; even if she did feel comfortable enough to go up to someone and introduce herself, she has no idea who to approach first.

"Hey! Give that back!" someone screams behind her. Mikasa turns around to see a small blond boy jumping up and down, reaching for a book that a larger boy dangles just above his grasp. The larger boy just laughs at him, taunting him with the book, threatening to tear it from its spine.

Mikasa frowns, balling her fists at her sides, then approaches the boys. "He said to give his book back," she says to the bully. "Give it back."

The bully laughs. "You think you can tell me what to do?"

"I think you should give the book back if you know what's good for you," she snarls, putting her hands on her hips. The bully laughs again and shoves Mikasa out of the way with one hand, making her stumble backwards, tripping over her own feet until she lands on her behind in the dirt. She gets up, dusts herself off, and runs up to the bully, punching him square in the nose. He falls to the ground, dropping the book. Mikasa tosses it to the blond boy. The bully grabs his nose, tears welling in his eyes, and lets out a wail when he sees his hand smeared with blood.

"You leave him alone!" Mikasa threatens, looming over the bully, her dark eyes shining. He scrabbles to his feet and runs away and she lets out a relieved breath, her heart hammering in her chest.

"That was amazing!" the little boy says. When he approaches her, she finds that he's not actually that small, only a few inches shorter than her. "I've never seen you before. Are you new?"

"It's my first day," she replies. "I've lived here all my life but I haven't been to school yet."

"I'm Armin," the boy says. "What's your name?"

"Mikasa."

"That’s an interesting name. Are you from Hizuru?" Armin asks, his eyes wide with curiosity. He holds up his book, a thick, leather-bound tome, A Brief History of Hizuru and the Minor East Sea Islands written in gilt lettering. "My parents told me that the whole country is built around a volcano. A big mountain filled with liquid fire! Well, technically it’s molten rock."

"My mom's family is from Hizuru, but I’ve never been there and I don't know anything about any liquid fire mountains," she says tentatively.

"It's real!" he gushes. "I'm reading about it now. I could tell you about it more at recess if you want. I like to sit under that tree over there." He points off in the distance, at a huge pine tree that shades a corner of the yard. "They're going to ring the bell soon, otherwise I'd tell you now. Volcanoes are so cool. Sometimes they explode and shoot the liquid fire into the sky like a firework."

"Wow!" Mikasa marvels with a smile. "I can’t wait to hear about them."

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Always Be There for You [Christen Press x Reader]

requested by anon: christen press x reader “you’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.”

A/N: hey everyone, so i’m moving to school tomorrow and classes will be starting soon, so my writing might slow down but i’ll try my best to get some stuff out for you guys :)

You gulp, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves and anxiousness, as you line up in the tunnel. This was going to be your first game back after spraining your MCL a month and a half ago, and to top it all off, you were in the starting eleven.

“You got this, (Y/N).” Alex whispers in your ear, squeezing your shoulders. “We’re all behind you.”

You give her a nervous smile, before looking past her at your girlfriend. Feeling your gaze on her, Christen looks up and grins, mouthing an ‘I love you. I believe in you.’ You blow her a kiss before turning to walk out on to the field.

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The ref blew their whistle, signaling the end of the first half. Despite Canada playing pretty physically, you felt good about your performance, running the rust off and even assisting on Christen’s goal.

Back in the locker room, as Vlatko is wrapping up his half time speech, he glances over at you.

“You good for the next half, (Y/N)?”

“Yes, coach.” You exclaim, not wanting your coach to sub you out.

As you get up to head back onto the field, Christen grabs your hand, pulling you back.

“You’re doing great, love.” She coos, giving you a chaste kiss.

“Thanks, Chris.” You blush at your girlfriend’s compliment. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” Throughout your rehab, your girlfriend had been there every step of the way, driving you to every appointment and supporting you through the triumphs and frustrations.

“Yes, (Y/N), you could’ve.” Christen kisses your cheek, as she gets up from the bench, holding her hand out for you to take and smirks. “C’mon, let’s go. We still have a whole other half, and I want to see you get a goal.”

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It was around the eightieth minute, and Canada had started to get desperate, making chippy and reckless tackles, even more than before. Receiving a pass from Crystal, you see Alex making a diagonal run through the defense. But as you go to turn, two defenders crash into you, one taking out your legs and the other shoulder checking you.

You feel your left leg, the same one that had kept you out for the past month, twist. You hear your knee pop, as you fall to the grown, screaming in pain. Rolling around on the grass, you try to hold in your tears, when Christen comes up next to you.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay.” She soothes, as she rubs your back. “Just breathe, okay? Take a couple deep breaths, babe.”

You squeeze your girlfriend’s hand, releasing your pain.

“Was it your knee?” Christen calmly asks, knowing she needed to stay composed for you.

You nod, tears spilling over, as you slam your other hand onto the field in frustration.

“Can you sit up for me, babe? The trainers are almost here.” She gently helps you to sit up, wiping your hair out of your face. Moving out of the way, so the medical staff can ask you some questions and evaluate your knee, Christen kisses the top of your head, keeping a comforting hand resting on your shoulder.

After a couple of questions and them moving your knee around, the trainers determine your injury is too serious for you to continue, and they signal over to the sideline for a stretcher. Christen protests, telling them that she could carry you off.

Pulling you up, she wraps your arm around her shoulder and wraps her own arm around your waist.

“Chrissss,” You whine, “just wait for the stretcher.” You literally couldn’t put any weight on your leg, and you didn’t want to hurt your girlfriend.

“Oh, stop, babe.” Christen rolls your eyes, knowing you got particularly whiny and childish when you were injured.

As you limp off the field, slightly leaning on your girlfriend, the forward can tell you’re still refusing her help and putting some weight on your injured knee.

“(Y/N/N), you’re not hurting me. You’re not even that heavy.” Christen smirks, as you roll your eyes, admitting defeat and reluctantly put all your weight on your right foot, now completely leaning against your girlfriend.

“I’ve got you, love.” She whispers, kissing your shoulder. As you approach the side line, Christen pulls her arm out from around you and lifts your arm off her shoulder, letting the trainers take you back to the locker room. Before Christen could leave, you grab her wrist.

“Nooooo. Don’t leave me. I need you.” You pout, jutting out your bottom lip and giving her your puppy eyes. Christen’s heart aches, wanting nothing more than to comfort you and make your pain go away, but she knows she has to finish out this game.

“Babe, you know I can’t. There’s only ten minutes left in the game. They’re gonna go check you out and see what’s wrong, and then I’ll be right by your side before you know it.” She cups your face, smiling, giving you quick kiss before jogging back onto the field.

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As soon as the final whistle blows, Christen makes a beeline for the locker room, quickly giving the jersey off her back to a young fan. Upon seeing you laying down on the treatment table, hands covering your face, the older forward’s face softens.

“Hey, babe.” Christen sits in the chair next to you, grabbing your hands, removing them from your face, revealing tear stains down your cheeks.

“Hi.” You croak, your voice sore from crying.

“What’d they say?” Your girlfriend rubs circles on the back of your hand, knowing that’ll calm you down at least a little bit.

“It’s my ACL.” You whisper, gesturing to the bandage wrapped around your knee, disappointment and frustration written all over your face.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” Christen sighs, bring your hand to her lips.

“It’s not your fault.” You mutter.

“I know, but I also know how hard you’ve worked this past month to get back to playing.”

You shut your eyes and let out a loud cry of frustration, tears threatening to spill. “This sucks.” You huff.

Christen has to bite her lip to hide her smile at your adorableness. “I know, babe, but I have something that might make you feel better.”

You peek open your eyes, looking at your girlfriend. “What?” You quietly ask.

“A good ol’ fashion blanket fort and a pint of Ben&Jerry’s.” Christen pokes your side, grinning.

“Chocolate Therapy? And cuddles?” You give her a small smile.

“Whatever you want, love.” Christen leans down to give you a kiss before helping you up and handing you your crutches.

———

Later that night, under your impromptu blanket fort in the middle of your hotel room, you and Christen cuddled up in a large pile of blankets, two empty pints of ice cream discarded on the side. Using your girlfriend’s chest as a pillow, you snuggle further into her sweatshirt.

“I love you, Christen.” You mumble, your eyes drooping, as you’re slowly falling asleep. “Thanks for always being there for me.”

“I love you, too, (Y/N).” She says and places a kiss to your forehead. Noticing that you’ve fallen asleep, she pulls you closer into her body and runs her hand through your hair, whispering into the silence.

“I’ll always be here for you, hopefully forever.”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #christen press x reader #christen press imagine #christen press imagines #uswnt #christen press

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We're In This Together [Pico's School AU] Chapter 2 - Donut Rendezvous

Today was the day..

Wednesday..

It was a half day, being the day before a teacher work day. They didn't have school on that Thursday. Teachers had donuts available to them in the break room every Wednesday.

Pico and Darnell have been planning this for months.

They got the whole class on their side, having started a little protest in the cafeteria. "We're tired of adults hogging the sweets to themselves!" They cried out to the other students. "This time we take the sweets for ourselves!"

They were being normal at first, all arriving when the bell rang, sitting in their seats, and listening to the lecture. Most of the students shot each other knowing glances. Pico was the leader of this rendezvous, of course. On his signal, the others would move.

Ten minutes into class now, Bee was curious about the restlessness of the other students, looking around himself, having made eye contact with a few. Right, he's new. Pico had a grand idea. He'd lead in the front with him, like his queen of the army or something. He snickered at the thought, looking down at his blank paper. Right, perfect move. He and Darnell looked to each other, then nodded.

It felt quiet. Too quiet. The seconds ticked by loudly from the clock above them. Usually the teacher that buys the donuts would buy two boxes, which should be enough for two classes to feed each student one time.

Oh, right, the other class was in on it too. This would be big.

Pico stood up from his seat, slowly, as to not alarm the other students. Mrs. Fee's back was turned to the children, the woman mindlessly explaining some math equation and writing on the chalk board. He walked over to Bee, gently grabbing his hand. "Bee-" He almost started, but Pico covered his mouth, as to not alert Mrs. Fee as well. "Follow me.." He whispered. Bee nodded and stood quietly as well. The two shimmied from between the desks, and Pico held up one finger.

One...

Two....

Three...

The cacophony of screeching desks an chairs startled the woman up front, and many children began to yell at the top of their lungs, mostly those also known for causing trouble. A thunderous rumble of feet crossed the floor, and Pico raced for the classroom door, Bee just barely able to keep up with him. He threw the wooden slab open, and bolted out of the classroom, not looking back, but he could hear the monstrous amount of kids following him.

"Beep!! Beep bop!!" Bee cried over the noise, then heard the door next to theirs slam open. The second class took the message, and now raced after the other. Pico could hear Darnell's laughter over the noise as the group of students scattered around down the hall. It was a straight shot to the break room, right down the hall. Their school had no security, all they had to worry about were the teachers.

"What are you kids doing?!" The voice of one of the teachers rang out, muffled by the sound of stomping feet and ecstatic screams. "Scatter!!" Pico yelled out. Some of the taller kids blocked view of Pico, Darnell, and Bee, entering the room in which the donuts resided. Bee stood off to the side, hiding behind the wall as Darnell closed the door behind them. "B-Beep?? Brappity-"

"Yeah, you weren't here for instructions. You see, me and Darnell been planning this for a long time." Pico began to explain it to the shorty, quickly grabbing one of the boxes. Still warm. Nice. "Darnell grab a bag." Darnell saluted and went to look for a plastic bag. They would snag a little under half the donuts exclusively for themselves, being Darnell, Pico, Nene, Gigi, by Nene's begging, and Bee, because Pico said so.

"Bep bop.." Bee breathed out. Pico could damn there hear his heart thumping in his ears. It wasn't over yet. "Darnell, assess the situation." Pico then ordered. Darnell poked his head out the door. "No teachers in sight, sir." He responded. "Good, let's book it." Pico grinned maniacally, Darnell holding the door open for him and Bee.

"Boop bepoo?" Bee pointed at himself, and Pico raised a brow. Their next stop was their secret spot, but they had to go past the main office to get outside, since the doors were chained during the day. "Why did I grab you? Well, cause you would have been left alone in there with Cassandra." Pico gagged as he said her name. the goths wanted no part in it. He didn't care, more donuts for everyone else. "Now come on, there shouldn't be anyone in the office right now." He led the two past the glass room, which as he stated, was devoid of any staff. They most likely went to deal with the kids, which the screams still echoed faintly down the halls.

They scampered past the view of some cameras, then accessed the side door. The empty area behind some trees across the walkway was visible. They were in the home stretch. "Hey, Darnell, carry one of these will ya? My arms are dying." Pico huffed softly, and Darnell snurked. "Whatever you say, sissy." He teased. "Hey, I'm the leader of this whole operation. I ain't no sissy." The ginger shot back, making Bee giggle lightly.

They made it without error to the hiding spot in the trees. Bee fumbled with his hands awkwardly, staring at the bag of donuts Darnell held. Pico laughed a little, setting one of the boxes on top of the other on a tree stump. "Wait just a second there Bee." He walked over, elbowing the smaller's shoulder, who winced a little, but rubbed it with a goofy smile. "Those are the special donuts. We're gonna go heat them up in the lounge." Bee made a face. "During lunch dummy."

"There's a part two to this plan??" Darnell quickly asked. Pico shook his head. "I just know how to get in and out. Me and the janitor are on good terms. I'm close to him letting me into his closet." He nudged the brown boy's arm, and they made their way back into the building.

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"Now, I don't know what's gotten into you kids, but this behavior is unacceptable."

Mrs. Fee had decided to give the kids a lecture after they all returned to their respective classrooms. "The only one who didn't leave was Cassandra, which means the rest of you get workbook homework for the rest of the week." Darnell groaned, but Pico had a shit eating grin on his face, his cheeks flushed in triumph. "Fucking worth it." He muttered, holding his fist out to Darnell. "Yeah, I guess." He responded with quiet laughter, returning the fist bump. the other kids probably thought it was worth it. Hell, Pico controlled the distribution of the donuts. They better think it's worth it or they ain't gettin' shit.

Pico looked over to Bee, who was smiling and kicking his legs a little, fiddling with his pencil. That whole ordeal must have filled him with quite the adrenaline. "Stick with me, and you'll be on top of the food chain dude." He had told him when they were coming back in. Bee didn't seem opposed to the idea, but he still didn't wanna scare him off. They did things like this pretty often. Having the parents Darnell had, usually others had to get involved so just those two, or three, including Nene, wouldn't get in trouble.

After the end of first period, Pico waited for Bee by the door, of course being teased by Nene and Darnell as they left. Bee stumbled a bit as he threw his big bag on his shoulders, walking over to Pico with a big smile on his face. "You like that chaos, huh?" He asked the boy, returning the grin. "Beep boop!" He responded, bouncing on his toes a bit, and they left the room.

"That's just how it is in this school. Of course I'm the instigator, got kind of a reputation. I make my father proud." Pico laughed a little. His ego was inflated as hell considering the dads he has. Well, dad. Steve didn't like to entertain the chaotic nature those two shared. Said he didn't like to lose sleep while those two jousted with frying pans at two AM.

"Bep bop.. Skdoo beep.." Bee muttered softly, a bit of a bitter tone to his voice. "What, your dad doesn't like that kind of mess?" Bee shook his head in response. Must be on closer terms with his mom huh? Yeah, he's lucky he had a dad who didn't suck ass. "Well when lunch rolls around, you can have your donuts, okay?" Pico reminded him to reassure him. He didn't wanna see the sad look on the kid's face. He was too bright to be frowning like that. "We could work on that homework together too, if it'll make you feel better." He then offered him. There it is, that bright smile.

Man this kid was just so precious..

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History was mostly uneventful, save for Bee falling asleep in the middle of writing a sentence. He must have crashed from all the excitement. It was so abrupt that his face banged against the desk, and his head shot back up as he let out a yelp. Pico snurked from beside him, and heard some others begin to laugh as well.

Once the class had ended, Pico made sure he and Boyfriend were the first ones out, so they could run and grab the donuts. Thankfully the boxes were still there, untouched. "Come to papa." Pico rubbed his hands together, and lifted the boxes. he hoped all the glaze didn't melt off, it's hot out here.

They made their way back into the school, walking in through the side door to the cafeteria, where all the students waited eagerly for their treats. Darnell, Nene, and Gigi caught up to them when they saw them enter. "Wow, you actually managed to pull it off. I'm impressed." Gigi commented lightly as they set up the boxes on the end of one of the lunch tables. Pico cleared his throat, his cheeks reddening as he put a hand on his chest. "Well, they don't call me Pico "danger" Neil-Griffiths for no reason."

"literally no one calls you that." Nene snorted. Bee held back a laugh, turning his head away, while Darnell just openly cackled. "Whatever, I like my name." Pico scoffed in response, then opened one of the boxes. He was right to be worried. It's a mess in there. "You sure they'll want these?" Nene asked him, doubt in her voice. Pico waved his hand dismissively. "They're idiot kids, they'll take anything with sugar in it." Bee reached for it, but Pico smacked his hand away. "We get the nice donuts. Darnell?" Said boy held up the large plastic bag of almost half a box of donuts. "You sneaky.." Gigi mumbled, sweating nervously. "That's capitalism for you. Now take the best looking ones outta here, and we'll let them have the rest- quit your yappin', you'll get your turn!" Pico glared at some kids that had gathered around the table, and allowed his buddies to grab whatever ones they wanted. He had a mind to sock one of these greedy children in the face.

He often forgets he's a child himself, but he doesn't associate with these gremlins.

Once each of them were satisfied with what they got, the group began to move to leave out of the cafeteria. Pico stayed behind to whistle, signaling to the others to come get their donuts. And like a pack of starving dogs, the children rushed over, once again, save for the goth kids, who glared at Pico knowingly. the ginger only flipped the bird at them, and ran off with the others.

"What are you guys doing for the half day?" He heard Gigi talking to the others. She and Bee were walking pretty closely. Pico stayed back a bit, narrowing his eyes at the little pit in his stomach. He felt nauseous, or something. He didn't know, but he didn't like it. He didn't linger on it for too long though, noticing Bee glance behind him. "Bep!" He slipped between Nene and Darnell, who looked to see where he was going. They cooed when they saw Bee grab Pico's hand, which made the taller flush exponentially. Geez this guy could pull. He must have been an annoying toddler.

"C'mon man, how are we gettin' in?" Darnell then asked as Pico was brought to the front. Pico laughed to hide how flustered he was, then cleared his throat. Literally everyone, except for Bee, weren't buying it. Oh whatever, he didn't need to convince everybody. "Simple, just walk in." Pico walked over and opened the door. "We're on schedule, so the teachers should be on their way in a little bit. Hurry and throw that in there." The others filed inside, looking around and snooping through drawers. "Nice. Sharp scissors." Nene pulled a pair of scissors out of the metal cabinet, and Bee flopped onto the couch, letting out a content, "Beeeeeeep.." Gigi laughed and sat beside him, causing his face to go red.

Pico forced himself to look away, as to not seem weird.

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As everyone wouldn't shut the hell up about, school ended early. Pico was so ready to leave, he even had a couple spare donuts. He stashed them away in his backpack for safe keeping. "Geez P, how do you understand Bee so well so fast?" Darnell had asked them, the group hanging out in the front of the school. "I dunno, it's like.. telepathic." Pico looked to the blue headed boy in question, who was mindlessly tapping away on his phone a a bit away from them. "Bee, you're sitting in the middle of the staircase, someone can trip over you." Pico pulled him closer, just barely missing some kid who wanted to launch himself off the top stair. Dumbass..

"Bop.." Bee mumbled softly, turning his body to face Pico, then continued what he was doing. Gigi and Nene talked with each other some bit away. He didn't care to listen in, they were probably chatting about girl stuff.

"Hey, who the hell rides a limo?" Darnell grumbled in question, and Gigi's head shot up. The horn from said vehicle honked loudly, and some people stared at it. "God, that's so embarrassing.." Gigi covered her face. "That's mine.."

"What?!"

"Beep?!"

The group had shouted simultaneously, and the red head girl giggled. "What are you, rich??" Darnell questioned her, and she made a nervous sound. "I'll explain some other time. See you guys!" She gripped her backpack and ran off, the group watching as the door opened for her, and she hopped in. It left just as quickly as it came. "Huh.." Darnel murmured thoughtfully. "New objective. Find out if Gigi is rich." Pico joked lightly, and Nene scoffed.

"Knock it off. You've done enough today." She went and sat with the three. "Hey Bee, you wanna hang out with us today? We always stop at this playground on the way home." Pico then offered. Bee hummed in thought, but paused when he noticed Pico give him the puppy eyes. He giggled, then held up his phone. "Bee bo bop." He responded. "Is that.. a yes?" Nene questioned. "He'll text his mom." Pico answered for her, standing up from his spot. "Wizard." Darnell mumbled, and followed suit.

Thankfully Bee was able to go. Pico thought he would have to rant to his dad about mean parents.

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Pico wanted to do everything and absolutely nothing all at once.

He sat in his favorite spot near the slide, Bee sitting beside him. "Behp beppo." He muttered nervously, and Pico scoffed. "We steal the playground every day, those kids should know better by now." He huffed. Bee went quiet after a moment, and Pico looked up to him staring at him. His cheeks flushed red. "Uh.. What?" He then asked. The boy only responded quietly with "Hm?" as if he were spacing out. Pico clicked his tongue and looked away again. "Hey, you got your mic, right?" He then asked. Bee popped out of his trance almost immediately, and nodded excitedly. He reached into his back pocket and pulled it out. "Bee-dep?" He then asked the other, and he nodded, a light smile on his face.

Bee seemed ecstatic to sing for him again, and so he did, gaining Nene and Darnell's attention as well over some time. Just like at P.E, they listened to him sing for quite some time. It was calming, Pico would argue he enjoyed it the most.

"You know, you should hang at my place sometime. I got games and stuff." Pico offered, about an hour after Bee's little jam session. "Beep?" He turned to look at him. leaning against the bars of the playground structure. "I mean, I live with Darnell when my dads go off in the army. Oh, you get to meet my dads sometime! They're cool. I'll be completely honest, one of them will tease you for speaking in bee-bops." He then snickered lightly at the thought.

"Baps?" Bee tilted his head, holding up a two with his fingers. "Yeah, technically, I call them both dad. They're real close, but they're not married or in a relationship or anything." Pico then hummed softly. Sure they also sleep in the same bed when they're at home, but that's just because it's more comfortable than bunkers out where they are.

Bee hummed in thought, then nodded. Cool. It's a date.

Yes, he meant to think that.

It's a date.

Pico's mind swirled with thoughts of what he could do when they met up again. He pulled one of the donuts out of his back pack. It was a little mushed, but still good. He ate at it slowly, wanting to savor the taste. He could eat cold donuts, they were fine. He caught Bee staring at him again, then raised a brow. "What? What's up?" He then asked, his voice muffled with food. Bee's cheeks flushed, and he pointed at the donut. "Oh.. I can give you a piece." Pico looked down and tore off a piece of the treat, handing it to Bee, who took it thankfully. He popped the entire piece in his mouth, a happy "mmmmffff" emitting from his throat. Pico laughed a little. "You like donuts, huh?" He teased him, and Bee curled up a bit, still chewing away happily so he could get every little bit.

Pico spent the rest of that afternoon with the three. Darnell and Nene definitely understood Bee a little bit more after today.

Even if it is just a little bit.

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What is your opinion on the parallels between Ron and Neville, especially considering that they both suffer from drastically low self-esteem? People often draw similarities between their arcs, but it seems to me that as the book series went on, Neville gained confidence while Ron lost confidence. Am I missing something?

I think you pretty much summed it up.

You could say that Neville’s self-esteem was inversely proportional to Ron’s.

When Ron comes at Hogwarts, he’s feeling a bit defeated already, but his successes in the first book (where he kinda carries the team) and the second (where he gets a Special Award For Services To The School along with Harry) serve to build up his confidence, culminating with him getting his own wand in the third. Meanwhile poor Neville, while he stands up to Grabbe and Coyle and later to his own friends, is still seen bumbling around and being generally a laughing stock.

After the third book it’s kind of a turning point. Ron doubts Harry openly, makes a fool of himself due to Fleur’s Veela glamour and is pretty much getting slapped in the face by the narration. Neville however doesn’t get humiliated as much, and even gets to go to the Yule Ball without being publically humiliated.

In OOTP the chasm deepens. Ron is bullied horribly... and no one does a thing. Neville, meanwhile, gets McGonagall telling him he’s a great wizard and a promise of her standing up to his grandmother. OOTP ends with Neville having gotten his own wand, and Ron’s triumph over his bullies is eclipsed by his defeat at the DOM.

HBP pretty much spits on every character, even uses Luna Lovegood to convince us to feel sorry for Hermione who has assaulted her friend, and Neville is pretty much the only one to come out unscathed, because he was relegated to the background. He makes a comic relief appearance at Slughorn’s party and that’s all; he’s then here and present when it comes to fighting the Death Eaters during the battle of the Astronomy Tower. Ron is also there, but people seem to forget that Hermione and Luna did not participate much in that fight...

And DH... well, no possibility to see Neville bumbling at Hogwarts in DH now that we aren’t at Hogwarts, is there? But we are given first-seats to see Ron be moody and angry and a general ass... which anyone would be in the situation he’s in (as in, having your family/little sister liable to be executed at any moment by a corrupt government, being anaemic, and being led on a wild goose chase by an asshole who doesn’t seem to care at all about the fact that YOUR FAMILY MAY DIE THE LONGER THIS DRAGS ON), but somehow JKR insists that it’s Ron and only Ron being an asshole, case in point:

This was their first encounter with the fact that a full stomach meant good spirits; an empty one, bickering and gloom. Harry was least surprised by this, because he had suffered periods of near starvation at the Dursleys’. Hermione bore up reasonably well on those nights when they managed to scavenge nothing but berries or stale biscuits, her temper perhaps a little shorter than usual and her silences rather dour. Ron, however, had always been used to three delicious meals a day, courtesy of his mother or of the Hogwarts house-elves, and hunger made him both unreasonable and irascible. Whenever lack of food coincided with Ron’s turn to wear the Horcrux, he became downright unpleasant. - Deathly Hallows

So we have

Ron, however, had always been used to three delicious meals a day, courtesy of his mother or of the Hogwarts house-elves

... but, um, Hermione too is used to three delicious meals a day, courtesy of her parents and the Hogwarts house-elves -

Hermione bore up reasonably well [...], her temper perhaps a little shorter than usual and her silences rather dour

Nevermind, Perfect Goddess Sue is perfect.

At the end of DH, we still remember that Ron behaved badly in the Horcrux Hunt because blah blah symbolism blah blah poor wee Harry blah blah catholicism parallels with St Peter denying knowing Jesus blah blah blah.

While Neville’s appearance as the fearless, epic Hogwarts leader is still a shock, but also a satisfying moment, especially when he gets his epic speech to tell Voldemort to go fuck himself.

... which leads many to forget that Ron did it before Neville (not that Neville’s speech wasn’t an epic, well-deserved moment of pure badassery).

"You see?" said Voldemort, and Harry felt him striding backward and forward right beside the place where he lay. "Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!" "He beat you!" yelled Ron, and the charm broke, and the defenders of Hogwarts were shouting and screaming again until a second, more powerful bang extinguished their voices once more. - Deathly Hallows

But people will mostly recall Neville’s speech. Because it lasts longer than Ron’s simple “he beat you” and Voldemort actually reacts to it, actually holds a conversation with Neville, while Ron’s scream is... mostly ignored. Even his breaking of Voldemort’s Silencing Charm doesn’t impact much, because another, stronger Charm is immediately put in place moments after.

The way Neville and Ron kill their respective Horcruxes is very different, too... Neville does it in an epic moment of badassery, set on fire and everything, and takes the sword from the Hat itself, mimicking Harry’s actions in Chamber of Secrets. It’s a pure, unadulterated moment of epicness, and nothing can taint its sheer badassery (especially if, like the rest of us intellectuals, you ignore everything JKR has tried to establish as canon after DH). Ron, however, kills his affiliated Horcrux as an act of... eugh... redemption over leaving Harry’s side (even though it was clearly the smartest thing to do since the dumbass didn’t even manage to destroy the Horcrux while Ron was gone, so here’s your proof that Harry and Hermione absolutely do need Ron because they’re incompetent nincompoops). Ron killing the Horcrux can’t be called triumphant or a victory, no matter what idiots blabbering about symbolically destroying his inferiority complex try to say - because yeah, symbolism is nice and all, but it’s not because Ron gets a symbolic victory that he’s miraculously cured of it, but hey who cares Ron can’t possibly have a mental illness cuz he’s not Harry haha!!

... Excuse me. I’m still bitter over... things.

Ron’s defeat of the Horcrux isn’t a triumph like Neville decapitating Nagini is. He’s humiliated in front of his best friend, whose opinion he bases most of his self-esteem upon. His dirty laundry is aired for Harry to see. And finally, when he destroys the Horcrux, he is left crying in the snow with Mr Emotionally Stunted for company.

How. The fuck. Do you call that. A victory.

Ron’s killing of the Horcrux is bittersweet. It’s only Harry and Ron, isolated in a small clearing, in the snow. Ron doesn’t get the sword from the Sorting Hat itself, which may make some people think it hasn’t been won properly, even though Ron displayed bravery (jumping into a frozen pond in the middle of winter) and chivalry (rescuing Harry) to obtain it, and Ron pretty much spends the whole time being terrified (of the thing that psychologically tortured him but hey, since when do we care about Ron’s feelings) then apologizing to Harry for leaving (and Harry accepting those apologies when HE TOO OWED RON SOME FUCKING APOLOGIES BUT NAH HARRY POTTER IS TOO SPECIAL FOR THAT).

While Neville’s killing of Nagini is nothing but badass, badass, and re-badass, with loads of people to witness it. It’s epic. Neville obtains Gryffindor’s sword “”“properly”““, by taking it from the Sorting Hat. And naturally, there’s nothing about Neville “redeeming himself for his betrayal of Our Lord And Saviour Harry Potter” to taint that success.

Yeah... at the end of it all, Ron is... not fine. Him “symbolically destroying his inferiority complex” is just fucking that, a symbol. But it doesn’t mean he’s miraculously cured his insecurities and all. It doesn’t mean he’s stopped being horribly fucking depressed. It doesn’t mean he’s not traumatized. But I forgot only Harry’s traumas matter (and Hermione’s, to a lesser extent... what am I saying, Hermione doesn’t get trauma, trauma is for losers, like Harry).

Neville is slowly but steadily built up in the background through the series (huh, kinda like Ginny... wonder why more people won’t point that out). His failures are so commonplace, and usually more in the realms of “accidental fuck-up” than “feeling offended and fucking up because of it”, that it’s hard to be angry at him. Meanwhile Ron’s failures feel more personal, because he’s so important to Harry and Harry takes Ron’s disagreements with him as personal attacks like the idiot fuck he is.

So, while Neville gradually gets stronger in the background, Rowling brings Ron down a little more in every book, because as the books go on she can’t bear to have Harry and Hermione fuck up, so Ron has to do all the fucking up so she can pretend the other two are perfect instead.

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