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While You Sleep - Prequel (1)

Characters: All characters from Triple Frontier, Named Reader (AFAB) who is Tom’s sister

Warnings: Canon character death in later parts, mention of sexual harassment in the workplace, blood. Awkward adult crush lol. Dialogue heavy (the first third of this movie is so damn dialogue heavy and I apologize). Will x Reader fic, but we gotta get there first! Completely rushed and unedited.

Summary: The events of Triple Frontier, seen through the eyes of Tom’s sister.

A/N: These are the events leading up to the previous fic found here. This is a reader insert, but I have named the reader. It’s just easier for me to write it that way. I chose a random name and I give no descriptions of “Emma” other than her age range. Remember that siblings can be adopted, half siblings, or step siblings, so “Emma” does not need to resemble Tom in any way.

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Her phone was ringing somewhere in the bottom of her purse, but she couldn’t get to it. She was trekking through the parking garage of her office building, her heels echoing off the concrete surroundings and her arms full of files her boss was making her take home and finish overnight as a stipulation to her leaving early.

Sometimes she resented being a paralegal, but the pay was decent and she liked feeling like she was helping people. The only negatives to the job were all the homework, the coffee runs, and her boss’s occasionally wandering hands. She’d told him to stop numerous times, but he would sneak a feel in sometimes and catch her off guard.

One day she was going to deck him, but she needed to find another job before she got herself fired for assaulting her boss.

Her phone was still ringing, she hadn’t set up the voicemail yet, and she was running late for Benny’s fight. She used the fob to unlock her car and ripped open the passenger’s side door to toss the files in the seat. Sticking her hand down into her purse, she felt around for a second before pulling out her phone and answering quickly.

“Hello?”

There was silence on the other end and then she heard a voice she hadn’t heard in a few months.

“You’re a hard woman to pin down, Emma.” Santiago Garcia chuckled in her ear.

She couldn’t stop herself from grinning. “Santi! You’re the one I can’t get ahold of half the time.”

“Why are you out of breath, were you having sex?”

With a roll of her eye, she shut the car door and moved around to slide into the driver’s seat. “No, I was just lugging ten pounds of legal paperwork to my car and it’s hot as hell in this garage. Do you really think I’d answer your call in the middle of sex?”

Santi chuckled on the other end. “You have before, remember?”

Emma laughed. “Yeah, Stella wasn’t too happy about that.”

There was a pause. “Who’s Stella, I thought you were still with Jake?”

Turning her AC on full blast, she began to reverse out of her parking spot. “Mmm, well they’re both history so it doesn’t matter.”

“Sorry.”

She pulled out onto the street and began to drive towards the gym Benny was fighting at tonight. “Don’t worry about it. To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?”

He didn’t miss a beat once she made it clear she didn’t want to talk about her exes. “I’ve got a job for you, if you’re interested?”

“Well, I’m always interested if you’re involved, Santi.”

Santi hummed. “We gotta stop playing these games, amor.”

As usual, their flirtations meant nothing, but it was fun to play around a bit. Especially when they did it in front of her brother, which drove him up the wall.

“Are you calling the others?” she wondered, laughing.

The traffic was starting to pick up the closer she got to the center of town, and she was almost at a standstill.

“I already spoke with Ironhead, on my way to your brother now.”

Like a schoolgirl, she felt her heart skip at the mention of Will. She had always had a thing for him, it was hard not to with those classic looks, but nothing would ever come of it. For starters, she was the same age as his baby brother, something that probably didn’t work in her favor. Second, she was sure Tom would kill any of the guys if they tried anything with her; he nearly killed Santi just for flirting.

Will was going to be at the fight tonight, he was at all of them, and she reminded herself to be cool. “What did Will say?”

Santi sighed. “He said he was only in if Tom agreed.”

There was a moment of silence before she heard her brother’s voice on the other end, though it was distant and she realized Santi was in town. The man on the other line spoke in a low voice, probably so Tom wouldn’t hear. “I gotta go. You comin’ to the fight tonight?”

“Of course. Wouldn’t miss it.”

“I’ll see you in a bit then.”

He was hanging up before she could respond and she shook her head, tossing her phone onto the stack of files next to her. If he was in town, that meant this was something big. She hadn’t seen him in the flesh in nearly five years, and it had been even longer before that.

Traffic was at a full stop now and she sighed heavily, foot pressing down on the break pedal as she waited for any kind of movement. She knew she was cutting it close, but her boss wouldn’t let her leave any earlier. The only thing that made her feel less annoyed was knowing her brother would probably be late too since he had to drop his daughter, Tess, off at school for some overnight lock-in thing on his way to the gym.

If she had to be late, at least she didn’t have to be the last one to show up.

By the time she made it to the gym and found a parking space, there were only about ten minutes before Benny’s fight was supposed to start. As she entered the gym in her heels, pencil skirt, and tucked in blouse, she wished she’d had the time to change. The only mercy was that her olive-green blouse was short sleeved, and the gym’s AC was running.

She didn’t bother heading into the arena, instead hurrying towards the locker rooms where she was sure Benny, Will, and Frankie were preparing for the fight.

As she entered, she heard familiar voices greeting each other and knew she wasn’t quite as late as she expected. Still, she was apologetic as she rounded the last row of lockers.

“I know, I’m late! Sorry, Benny.”

Benny sitting on the bench closest to her, Frankie and Santi standing by each other, and Will sitting on one of the benches further in the room.

“You made it!” Benny was up on his feet and wrapping his arms around her, causing her to drop her purse as he picked her up and spun her around.

Emma laughed, rubbing a hand over his bare back as she returned the hug with similar vigor. She had been in the same squad as Benny, that’s how she’d met the others, and they had a special bond.

“Wouldn’t miss it, Benny.” She assured him, stumbling slightly as he set her back on her feet.

Frankie approached her next, pulling her in for a less aggressive hug as Benny ducked down to retrieve her purse.

“You get all dressed up for me, amor?” Santi asked as she moved on to him next. “You even wore my favorite color.”

She rolled her eyes affectionately as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, his sliding around her waist. “Yeah, I always wear your favorite color hoping you’ll show up and see.” She teased.

“I knew it.” He placed a kiss on her cheek and released her with a pinch to the side.

Swatting his hand away, she turned and offered Will a smile as he stood from the bench. “Hey, Will.”

“Emma.”

They hugged briefly, if only because Emma was always self-conscious about accidentally hugging him too long, and he sat back on the bench. Benny handed Emma’s purse back to her as Santi spoke up.

“Did you boys get my text?”

Emma moved to lean against the row of lockers, hands linked in front of her as she faced Santi.

“Fish? I need a pilot, I can’t do this thing without you.”

Frankie was sitting on the middle bench and he looked down at his hands for a moment before replying. “I don’t know, man. I got the new baby now, and my lady isn’t into me doing this kinda shit anymore.”

Santi frowned. “W-What does that mean? Did you read the text? This can change you and that baby’s life forever.”

Frankie sighed, standing and moving to lean against the lockers with his arms crossed. “What happened to that bullshit about going back to your mother’s homeland and empowering the people to police themselves?” He shook his head. “Anyway, I lost my license. I can’t even fly right now.”

Emma’s brow furrowed. She hadn’t heard anything about Frankie losing his license; she wondered how it had happened.

Santi didn’t seem to care. “Well, I don’t need a pilot with a license. I’m in with the army down there. I just need a pilot I can trust.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.”

Sighing, Santi paced towards Will and chuckled. He was clearly frustrated. “Okay. Lorea is destroying that country. So, we get to take out a very bad man, and oh, by the way—” he returned to stand in front of Frankie. “—there’s a winning lottery ticket stuck to the bottom of your cowboy boot. Every guy in that gym would jump at this.”

Benny, who had been fiddling around in his locker, turned towards the others. “Come on, focus guys! It’s fight night!”

“Yeah, don’t worry about that bullshit.” Will stood and brushed passed Emma, going to stand in front of his brother.

Santi exhaled. “Sorry, Benny.”

Will squared up his shoulders, causing Benny to do the same. “You ready for this?”

The younger Miller brother smiled. “Hell yeah.”

Will smacked his brother’s face a couple of times. “Let’s go.”

Emma followed the others out, walking behind them as they started down the long hallway to the arena. Benny led the way with Will right behind him, Frankie and Santi were walking side-by-side as she trailed behind them.

“I didn’t mean to call your shit bullshit.” She heard Frankie say to Santiago.

The other man chuckled. “It’s all right.”

There was a beat before Frankie spoke again. “I got busted. It’s not a big deal.” He paused. “Actually, it’s a big deal.”

“Coke?” Santi scoffed. “Jesus, Frank.”

This was the first time she’d heard of Frankie doing drugs. Sure, she knew he had an alcohol problem and had been working on it, but hard drugs were never on the table. She wondered how he’d ended up there, and what kind of help he was getting to remedy the situation.

“Technically, it’s a suspension. I’m still under review.”

They walked in silence for several feet, the open door to the arena getting closer and closer. She could hear chanting on the other side.

Frankie and Santi caught up to Will, the former turning his attention to the blond man.

“Well, what about you? What are you gonna do?” he asked, taking the focus back to the mission.

Will shrugged. “I said if Redfly’s in, I’m in.”

Santi reached back for her, his arm sliding around her waist to pull her up to walk beside him as Frankie turned to her next.

“Em?”

She didn’t have to think about it. If Santiago Garcia had flown back to the states to ask for their help, she knew it was important. “You know I’m always down for something.” She replied, shaking her head at the wink Santi sent her way.

Ahead of them, Benny spoke up. “Come on, stick with me here, guys.”

“Oh, I’m with you, Benny,” Santi promised. “But are you with me? Are you in?”

Benny’s answer wasn’t surprising; he was loyal to a fault. “You know I am. I go where you go.”

That was Benny for you, ever loyal and always willing to follow his allies into a fight.

Santi patted the younger man’s back in appreciation. “That’s what I thought. Benny stands tall!”

They fell silent as they approached the door leading out into the arena. The light roar of the crowd could be heard as another fighter entered the hallway. He was heavily tattooed and had blood streaming down his face and chest, by the shake of his head he had probably lost his fight.

Although Emma’s eyes lingered on him with worry for her friend, the boys seemed to be focused on Benny.

Over the PA, the announcer began to speak. “From Red Feather Lakes, Colorado, standing six foot three, weighing in at 195 pounds, I bring you...Ben Miller!”

Heavy metal music began to blare through the speakers as Benny stepped out into the crowd, his shoulders squared. Although she couldn’t see his face, she had no doubt he was putting on his tough guy look.

Frankie and Santi started to clap, Emma following suit, as Will swung his arms to hype up the crowd. Despite the times he had complained to them about Benny wasting his talents, he was always there to be his brother’s hype man. The ultimate supportive brother.

As Will and Benny continued towards the octagon, Emma followed the other two men to their seats. Up ahead, she could see her brother approaching with three beers balanced in his hands. He handed one to each of the guys before offering Emma the bottle of water that was tucked under his arm; she wasn’t much of a drinker.

Then they were making their way to their seats, sitting in the front row with the perfect view of the octagon. Will was standing in front of them against the cage as he said a few encouraging words to Benny. Emma slid into her seat beside Frankie, listening closely as her brother spoke with Santi.

“Took a look at your folder. It's good work.”

Santi nodded. “Thank you.”

“You need six guys and a pilot.” Tom continued, taking a pull of his beer. “The only thing missing is your entry plan.”

Santi had that covered. “I have a full set of bullshit passports waiting for us. We go through immigration as power line consultants, Emma is our administrative assistant—sorry Em. Once we’re in country, they don’t have any facial recognition cameras yet, so...we’re ghosts.”

She couldn’t exactly be offended by the cover he’d given her, it was probably the least suspicious option.

Will joined them then, stooping down to talk to Tom. “So what’s the verdict?”

Tom paused, glancing her way for a moment before he agreed. “I’m in for the recce if you guys are.”

“You sure?” Santiago asked.

“Yeah, just the recce though. No live fire.”

Emma understood his hesitations, but part of her felt like he may end up going further than he’d agreed. There was always something to push her brother over the edge, he was easily tempted sometimes.

“Fish?” Santi was asking when she returned her attention to the group.

Frankie’s eyes didn’t leave the ring as he cradled his beer. “When is it?” There was hesitance in his voice, but the loyalty he had to Santi and the allure of the money no doubt had his interest.

“We leave Thursday.”

With a sigh of defeat, Frankie nodded. “Okay.”

As if he even had to ask, Santi turned to her next. “Emma, you in?”

She offered him an eyeroll and a smirk. “Obviously.”

“And here we go!” the announcer yelled over the PA, interrupting their conversation.

The group rose to their feet, clapping their hands and cheering as Benny’s fight began. It was a nice distraction from the mission they were discussing, and Emma welcomed it wholeheartedly.

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Thursday found Emma squished next to Benny in the third row of a Land Cruiser. It was olive green, which had made her chuckle.

“Guess that really is your favorite color, Santi.”

Benny’s long legs were stretched out taking most of the floor space, which only slightly annoyed her; he had always annoyed her like a brother, and she was pretty much used to it at this point. That was probably another reason she should keep her crush on Will a secret; it would probably be awkward to date the brother of the guy she considered a brother. She didn’t want to get into the logistics of that.

Speaking of the devil, Will was seated in front of her in the second row, Frankie beside him. Santiago was driving with Tom in the passenger seat. Frankly, she was surprised they’d all managed to fit.

Santi pulled the car into dense jungle, navigating through the trees like he had done it a million times before. He parked in a spot where the Land Cruiser would be hidden by the trees and they climbed out, Emma waiting for Will to pull his seat up before she could slide out.

They huddled around the back end of the vehicle as Santi began to pull a few items out. He retrieved a large envelope and passed it to Tom. “Comms. Pass those out.” He instructed before turning back towards the trunk.

Tom dispersed the comms and Emma watched Santi hand over guns to Will and Frankie as she slipped hers in her ear and wired up the mic. A gun was passed in her direction, and she took it, keeping it aimed at the forest floor as she checked the mag and chamber and ensured the safety was on.

When they were all geared up, Santi lead the way towards Lorea’s house, motioning for them to go separate directions once they got closer.

When Emma was in the field, she became a different person. Her body was poised for a fight in case a threat took her by surprise, she took missions very seriously. She’s spent a good chunk of her time in the service feeling like she needed to prove something to the men in her unit even when they had treated her like one of them; she supposed that was just the curse of being a woman.

“So, what’s this guy got against banks? At least a safe?” Will asked over the comms as Emma positioned herself in the cover of several trees where she could see the front door of the compound.

“The house is the safe.” Pope replied quietly.

There was a pause and then Benny spoke up. “I’m at the gate. This looks like everything was done about 82% right. They got all the toys out here, but these cameras aren’t even aimed at the weakest breach point.”

Something about that didn’t seem right to her; why wouldn’t a notorious crime-lord have know how to put up security cameras?

“Your girlfriend’s making her normal money drop?” Tom questioned.

“Yeah. She’s prepared to record the inside of the house.” Pope assured them.

Emma scanned the area of the compound that she could see for any signs that they may be in trouble, but things appeared to be moving normally for the people that lived there.

Frankie’s voice was quiet, but frantic, when he spoke. “Pope, I have kids over here. Does he have kids living here with him? ‘Cause that’s gonna make things a whole lot more complicated and is not what I signed up for.”

She silently agreed. If there were children here, any kind of mission was immediately done for her. She didn’t do anything that could get a child hurt, she’d seen enough shit involving children during her time in service.

“The family’s not the problem. They’re the answer.”

She frowned at Pope’s words, ready to question him when Frankie beat her to it.

“Why?”

“Church. Lorea’s very devout. Every Sunday morning, he sends three guards to the 6am service. When they get back, he sends the rest of the team, along with his family, into town to mass. That leaves him and three guards in that house, and that’s our window.”

If he was so devout, why wasn’t he going to church himself? What was he hiding in that big house of his?

“Why would he do that?” Will wondered, voicing her thoughts.

“Worried about someone taking his kids. And he never leaves his money. And also, I don’t think he believes anyone actually has the balls to come out here and rob him.”

Will hummed. “That’s probably ‘cause it’s a stupid idea.”

Emma stiffened as a van approached the gate, peering through her binoculars though she couldn’t see any of the windows from her vantage point.

“Pope, I got your girlfriend coming up right now.” Benny’s voice cut through the comms. “Holy shit. She’s beautiful, man.”

“I fucking knew it.” Tom hissed, causing Emma to stifle a laugh.

If Pope was involved, there was usually a beautiful woman not far.

Will’s voice was back, low in a whisper. “I got an execution about to go down over here.”

“Are you at the tennis courts?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, that’s his spot.”

Four gunshots echoed through the forest, one after the other. Emma sighed softly, shaking her head. That was one thing she hated about this type of job, they couldn’t help anyone or they’d blow their cover. She hated hearing people die, but she was glad she hadn’t been near enough to watch it like Will had.

Turning her attention back to the house, she spotted an attractive brunette exiting the van. “Girlfriend is entering the house now.” She informed them softly.

Frankie spoke next. “Why is she doing this?”

“She hopes I can get her little brother out of jail.” Pope replied.

“Did you put him in jail?” Benny chuckled.

“Not really.”

Somehow, she didn’t believe him.

“I’m guessing that’s putting her at some risk.” Guessed Will.

Frankie sighed into his mic. “Man, I almost forgot why I got out of this business. Shit gets so dark so quick.”

Before Emma could agree, Benny spoke up sounding nervous.

“Oh, shit, we got ground sensors here, boys.”

She felt her heart jump; she was too far from Benny’s location to get over to him quick enough if she wanted to do it stealthily.

“Did you hit one?” Pope asked.

There was a hesitation and then. “I don’t know, I’m not sure.”

Movement in her eyeline drew her attention and she lifted her binoculars, watching as two of Lorea’s men jumped onto their bikes and headed out of the compound. “Shit.” She said to herself, hand moving to her mic.

Frankie beat her to it. “Benny, I got two guys on motorbikes coming your way.”

“Hold tight, Benny. I’m trying to get out there to cover you.”

“A stock boy job at Walmart is starting to look pretty good right now, boys.” The younger Miller joked.

Will was the closest to Benny’s locale, so all she could do was sit and wait anxiously for a firefight to begin. After what felt like ages, Benny was in her ear again and she breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m clear. They’re coming back to you.”

“Let’s get the fuck outta here.”

She couldn’t agree with Will more.

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Later that evening, Emma found herself sitting between the brothers Miller at a table at a bar Santi had tracked down. The group was laughing, nursing drinks as Emma sipped at a coke.

“You were gonna piss yourself.” Frankie snorted, reminding them of how close Benny had come to getting caught today.

Benny chuckled. “I was getting onto the déjà vu part, man.”

As they shared another laugh, Tom finally sobered them up.

“So, what’s the plan? Are their guys prepared to operate across the border? What’s the scope of this thing?” As Santi nodded, her brother continued. “Sunday soft hit is the way to do it. Otherwise, you bring in an army, you’d start a fucking war up there.”

“Mm-hmm.” Will agreed. “So, when do you need to present to the agency down here?”

Santiago exhaled slowly. “I’m not sure I wanna tell them.”

“Why?” Tom asked.

Emma could feel the fine print coming back to haunt her. There was a catch, of course there was a catch.

“We saw the place. It’s full of holes. So, maybe we don’t tell them…”

Beside her Benny chuckled, Emma rolled her eyes.

“…and we do this thing ourselves.”

Whomp, there it is.

“Now, we each took seventeen grand…to help the narcotics unit map out and plan this fuckin’ thing. I told you I wasn’t even comfortable helping them do it. Now you want us to do it by ourselves? Kill a bunch of fuckin’ narcos?”

The look on Tom’s face told her he was shocked that Santi had tricked them, but she knew her brother well enough to see that he was interested despite the objections.

Santi looked desperate to convince them. “If we hit that window, like you said, when they’re at church, nobody but Lorea gets killed.”

“And three guards.” She quickly reminded him.

He shrugged. “And I’m okay with that.”

Tom was upset. “Does the agency down here even know about this?”

“What do you mean?”

Emma laughed out of surprise, covering her face with her hand. “Oh, my god.”

Across from her, her brother was getting heated. “Come on, man! Don’t fuck around.”

Pope hesitated to respond. “It’s complicated, technically…” Emma moved her hand off her face to study him. “…you guys were paid through an LLC.”

It was him, Emma decided, Pope had paid them.

“Mm, no, not that complicated.” Tom was shaking his head, his voice raised. “It’s $100,000. Where the fuck did it come from?”

Frankie grabbed Tom’s arm in warning, glancing behind Emma. She turned and spotted a group of men walking up to the bar top well within earshot.

Sighing, Pope finished the last of his drink and stood. “I’ll get the bill.”

Frankie lifted his glass and sneered, speaking sarcastically. “Thanks.”

As their friend left the table, Benny sighed. “Great trip, boys. It’s turning out to be some full-on cowboy shit.”

Emma narrowed her eyes at him playfully, motioning towards herself. “I’m right here.”

Benny glanced at the way she had pointed to herself, her hand waving around her chest area, and pretended to be shocked, his bright blue eyes widening. “Shit, I forgot those were there.” He joked.

Emma could not contain her laugh, but she smacked him on the shoulder anyway. He deserved it. “Little shit.” She muttered. She was used to being treated like one of the guys, so it didn’t bother her, but she loved to remind Benny that she was not just one of the guys sometimes.

Once Santi returned and the bill was paid, they made their way outside to stand by the cruiser. Santi stood with his hands tucked in his pockets as they all stared at him expectantly.

When he didn’t speak up right away, Tom cleared his throat. “Whose money is it, huh?” he asked, though they all seemed to know the answer.

Santi was defensive as he replied. “It was my money.”

Although she had figured it out already, Emma couldn’t help but express her annoyance again with another eye roll.

“What were you thinking?” Frankie asked in Spanish, something Emma was glad she was fluent in.

It was clear that Santi felt attacked. “What? Does that change anything?” he asked, face irritated.

Will leaned against the car and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, man. You fucking lied to us.”

“No, I didn’t lie to you.” Santi glanced behind him to make sure nobody was eavesdropping. “I asked you guys to come down here, do reconnaissance, and make a plan. Now, we can execute that plan alone and take all of the money, or you guys can fuck off and I’ll bring the team from down here in.” He paused. “But I assure you, if I do that, this fucker will find out about it, and he’ll be gone, and I need this guy.”

Emma huffed. “If you had just asked me straight out, I wouldn’t have an issue with this, you know?”

Tom didn’t share her sentiments. “You know how many fucking bad men are out there, all over the world?”

With a nod, Santi replied. “Yeah, well this is my last one.”

Benny and Tom both chuckled in disbelief, knowing that Santi had said that same thing many times before.

“And you may not believe it, but I have been here the last three years of my life, trying to make a difference, but it’s a fucking mess. And it’s all because of Lorea. The thought of leaving everything we’ve done behind for the last seventeen years, with nothing to show for it—”

“Fuck you, nothing to show for it.” Tom interrupted.

Pope sighed. “If we…if we had accomplished half the things we’ve accomplished in any other profession, we’d be set for life.”

He had a point.

“Hey, man, that’s the deal we cut.” Will argued.

He also had a point.

“Well, it’s a shitty deal.”

Will shrugged. “Yeah, well…”

Their friend wasn’t done yet. He pointed to Tom first. “Because this man is a goddamn hero, and he can’t even send his kid to college. And Fish is the most talented pilot I know, and he’s grounded on a bullshit coke rap.” He pointed to Emma. “With all the qualifications Emma has, she’s stuck working as a paralegal for some handsy piece of shit—”

Four heads whipped in her direction.

“Excuse me?” Tom asked, clearly infuriated by the new information.

Emma avoided all four sets of eyes as she glared daggers at Santiago. She’d told him about her boss in confidence, and here he was exposing her to everyone. She didn’t want to have to have a conversation about it with her brother, but it seemed inevitable now. “Thanks.” She snapped.

Santi continued his rant to divert everyone’s attention. “And how many more times can your brother get the shit knocked out of him for—”

Again, he was interrupted. “I didn’t get the shit beat out of me. I won that fight.”

“Sorry, Benny.” Santi turned to Will. “And how many more pep talks can you possibly give? I’m done, man. Both knees are shot. That neck operation I got last year just made the whole thing worse. So, the question is, do we finally get to use or skills for our own benefit and actually change something?”

Everyone was silent for a long moment as they took in what was said. It made sense, and though Emma was upset about the way it had gone down, Santi had a point. Plus, she was already down here…might as well finish the job.

Breaking the silence, she glanced around at the men. “Well, that was a depressing pep talk.”

Tom sighed and glanced around them. “Let’s just…get out of here and we can discuss it somewhere without all the fuckin’ locals listening.”

They all seemed to be in agreement, shuffling around to get into the cruiser. Will opened the back door and glanced back at Emma, waiting for her to climb into the third row. As she approached, Tom stopped her by the arm.

“What the fuck is this about your boss?” he asked in a low voice, though Will was still in earshot and not making an effort to pretend he wasn’t paying attention.

Emma always felt like a little kid whenever her brother loomed over her like this, it felt like he was scolding her even though she was the one being harassed at work. She glanced at Will, meeting his cobalt eyes for a moment before turning her attention back to her brother.

“Can we not do this right now?” she begged softly, hoping he would just let it go until they got back home.

Tom’s brown eyes studied her face before her exhaled, letting go of her arm. “Fine, but we are gonna talk about this.”

She felt relief, and a tiny bit of embarrassment about the situation. “Okay, Dad.” She teased in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Although he was still bothered by her predicament, Tom snorted. “Get in the car.”

Emma grinned, patting him on the shoulder before stepping away. She avoided eye contact with Will as she climbed into the back where Benny was already seated; he eyed her as she settled in beside him but didn’t say a word. He knew better.

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It had started to rain by the time they made it to the main road. Emma’s head was resting against Benny’s shoulder as she listened to the rain hit the windows and the tires crunching the rocks in the road.

Will and Pope were sitting in the middle row while Frankie drove, Tom once again in the passenger’s seat.

“So, are we doing this?” Will suddenly asked.

“I mean, how the fuck am I supposed to know?” Tom grumbled. “This guy doesn’t come through with the one key piece of intel we need to make this decision. For all we know, she could be setting us up to get her brother back.”

Santi shrugged one shoulder. “We’ll know tomorrow. She should have been recording that whole thing today.”

Will nodded. “All right, if it does come back clean, how would you do the Sunday morning version?”

“I haven’t thought about it.” Tom lied.

Frankie picked up on it. “Bullshit, you can’t help yourself.”

It was true. Tom was easily tempted and had no doubt already formulated a plan in his head despite his reservations about the mission.

Her brother sighed, caught. “All right. In the first pop, you’d have forty minutes to get in, get the job done, and get out before the family comes home from church. That’s a hard out. We need to breach the fence, sweep the premises, find and subdue the guards, scrub the hard drives in the security room, get rid of Lorea, find the money, pack the money into eighteen hundred pound bags, and then hoof it a mile to the nearest vehicle.”

“Is that all?” Emma asked, head lolling against Benny’s shoulder.

Tom ignored her. “There’s only two ways out: the fence in the front, or over the mountain we came down, and I’m too old for that.”

With Santi’s knees, that probably wasn’t the best option for him either.

“We need to use one of their vans.” Will thought out loud.

Emma hummed. “There were two vans in the courtyard.” She supplied.

Frankie was shaking his head. “But if the family uses those vans to go to church, then we got nothing. So, we need another van. Can your girl work that out?”

“I can ask her.”

Tom glanced back at Will. “Still got your aviation guy down here? ‘Cause we would need a heavy lift helicopter in thirty-two hours to get us over the Andes and to the ocean.”

“I don’t know, but I’ll give him a call.”

Benny was giddy in his seat. “Oh, yeah! Big dog is back!” he hollered. “Redfly’s gonna be rich, boys! Now we’re talkin’!”

He beat a fist against the roof of the car and Emma shook her head. She wasn’t quite sure what she would do with the kind of money they could potentially end up with, and she was a little anxious about the mission considering it was planned so quickly, but she was willing to try it. Plus, if the guys were in, so was she.

Like Benny, she was also loyal to a fault.

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Keeping Secrets Ch. 39

Keeping Secrets Masterlist

Pairing: Katie(oc)xKlaus. Warnings: None that I can think of. Let me know if I need to add one.

Katie and Klaus were spending their morning rolling around in bed, giggling and laughing when her phone started ringing. “Ignore it.” he told her between kisses when she looked over at it where it sat on the bedside table.

“It could be important.” She argued as she wiggled out of his grasp and grabbed her phone. She looked at it to see an unknown number and cautiously pressed talk. “Hello?”

“Scarlett, hey it’s me.” a male voice replied.

It took a few seconds for the voice that called her by her middle name to register. “Dad?” she asked, confused.

“Damon called and let me know you were back.” He told her. “I hope it's okay that he gave me your number.”

“Uh, yeah it's fine I’m just…surprised, I guess.” She told him as she pushed herself back to lean against the headboard.

“So I was hoping that we could get together sometime and try that talk again.” He told her.

“I’d like that.” she told him with a small smile as she watched Klaus move to sit beside her.

“I’ll come by your house this Saturday?” he asked, sounding happy.

“Actually the founder’s council has been cracking down on us vampires lately. They’ve even put vervain in the town’s water supply.” She informed him. “So that’s probably not a good idea.”

“Oh, okay.” He sounded disappointed.

“Why don’t I come to you?” she asked in an attempt to save the conversation. “You can text me the address of where you want to meet and I can come whenever.”

“What about school?” he asked with a fatherly disapproving tone.

“I’m homeschooling now.” she told him. “So long as my assignments get emailed to the school, I’m free to do as I wish.”

“Well, you always were independent.” He commented. “So when can I be expecting you?”

“Well, I don’t really have any plans so it’s up to you.” Katie told him feeling awkward.

“The sooner the better.” He told her with a bit of a laugh to his voice.

“I’ll leave tomorrow morning.” She told him.

“I’ll text you the address and see you then.” Her father told her.

“See you then.” Katie echoed back then hung up the phone. A minute later the address of a bar and grill called Rousseau’s was sent to her in a text message.

“So you’re leaving town?” Klaus asked.

“Yep.” She answered and moved around to straddle him. “I promised my mother I would find my dad and talk things out with him. I owe it to her to give him a chance.”

“Would you like me to accompany you?” he asked as he slid his hands up her thighs under the red satin night gown she wore. “New Orleans is after all one of my favorite places in the world.”

“Really?” she asked, a little surprised. “Why? I mean, I know you lived there once, that’s why my father lives there now, but what’s so special about the place?”

“It’s rich in culture. They like to preserve their heritage. There’s also music, art and really good food.” He told her as he slipped his hands down her thighs to rest on her calves.

“Good food?” she asked as she slipped her fingertips over his chest.

“Have you ever had gumbo?” he asked and she shook her head no. “You should try it. I think you’ll like it. So are you going to answer my question?”

She thought about it for a second. “This is something I need to do alone. Besides, you’re needed here…Silas…impending end of the world and all that.” she answered, slipping her finger tips over his chest, drawing nonsensical shapes over his soft skin.

“Do you know how long you’ll be gone?” he asked and the tone of his voice implied he was going to miss her.

“I’ll definitely be back before prom.” She answered. “And I’ll keep in touch.” She kissed him then pulled back and stood up to look at the framed, hand written letters that hung over his bed. “I’ve been meaning to ask you…what’s with the letters?”

“I was wondering when you were going to ask.” He told her and she looked down at him. “They are mementos.” He answered simply a little afraid to tell her they were taken off the dead bodies of his victims.

She noticed they were all love notes. “Did you take them so you can simply relive and revel in the deaths of the people they were taken from or to serve a greater purpose like making you feel something?” she asked, making him look up at her with a frown. “And there goes my nose, poking around where it’s not welcome again.”

“Your perfect little nose is always welcome in my business.” He told her as she sat down beside him. “Your understanding of my mind still catches me off guard once in a while.”

“Caroline told me that Elena said that during Stefan’s humanity-less time in the twenties, he would write the names of his victims on a wall in his apartment.” she admitted. “The only difference between that and this, is the fact that all of those letters were written from one lover to another.” She pointed out and he didn’t say anything back. “You know, vampires talk about the humanity switch like it’s a magical fix all. Damon and Stefan made it sound like all emotions cease to exist, but…even when it was flipped…when I was as numb as I was going to get, and when I really didn’t want it, there was still one emotion that tried to fight its way in.”

“And what emotion was that?” he asked, looking at her across his shoulder, wondering where she was going with this.

“The one more powerful than hurt and hatred.” She answered and looked across her shoulder at him. “Love.” He blinked, giving her the look that said she was once again doing that thing where she decoded and understood the cracks within him, the same cracks she shared. “I guess what I’m so poorly trying to say is…” she pointed up at the letters on the wall above them, “I get it.” she dropped her hand to her lap.

As usual when she did that, since he wouldn’t let himself tell her he loved her, he slid his arm between her back and the headboard and pulled her around to straddle him and pressed his lips to hers in a deep kiss, pouring it all into her. “You are truly one of a kind, Little Phoenix.”

Katie smiled and looked down at his chest letting her mind wander to lighter subjects like prom that was coming up soon. “I have a question.”

“I may have an answer.” He replied as his hands slid down her back to hold her rear.

“If I asked you to let Tyler come home would you?” his face turned hard. “Not for good, just for prom.”

“Katie…” he sighed.

“Please?” she begged giving him her best puppy dog eyes. “Caroline’s my best friend and she is working her butt off to make prom perfect for everybody. Her night should be just as perfect as everyone else’s”

“Fine, but his welcome wears off at eleven.” He told her.

“Oh, come on, prom isn’t even over until ten thirty. At least give them until twelve.” She reasoned.

“No.” he told her flatly.

“Yes.” She argued with a half serious glare.

“No.”

“Klaus…” she drawled his name out warningly.

“Katie…” he mimicked her.

“Please, for me?” She pulled puppy dog eyes again.

“You,” he grabbed her sides and moved her around to lay on her back making her laugh when he tickled her sides and moved to hover over her, “are lucky you’re cute when you’re being demanding.” She slid directly under him and wrapped her legs around his hips. “He better be out of town by twelve or he’s dead.” He told her and she gave him a bright smile.

“Thank you.” she told him, still smiling.

“You’re gonna thank me with more than just words.” He told her with a lustful glare.

“Oh I am, am I?” she asked with a laugh and he hummed. “In a minute.” She told him as she turned on her stomach and slid up to grab her cell phone off the nightstand.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked.

“Telling Caroline the good news.” She replied as she started texting Caroline. A yelp and a giggle left her lips when he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back to him. As she texted Caroline he peppered her back with kisses seeking out her ticklish spots just to hear her laugh. “Okay, where were we?” she asked as she rolled over and smiled up at him.

After a two hour flight she landed at the airport, hailed a cab and gave the driver the address of Rousseau’s. She texted her father to let him know she was on her way to the bar and grill then texted Klaus to let him know she had landed and arrived safe and sound. When she got the bar and grill and walked in she easily found Bradley sitting at a table near the window. “Scarlett.” He smiled when she walked over and sat down.

“Hi.” She greeted feeling awkward as she hooked her purse over the back of the chair and sat down.

A pretty young brunette waitress with a gap between her two front teeth walked over and took her drink order. “You should try the gumbo.” Bradley spoke up and the waitress looked at Katie. “Sophie here is the best cook in the French Quarter.”

“I don’t know about that, Bradley.” She told him with a flirty smile then looked at Katie.

“Sure.” Katie told Sophie with a nod remembering that Klaus had recommended she try gumbo.

“I’ll get that right out.” Sophie told her then walked away.

“So how have you been?” Bradley asked.

“Good, believe it or not.” She answered, still feeling awkward. “What about you?”

“Better now that I know you’re okay.” His answer pissed her off and he could tell. “Look, I know you probably hate me for leaving you with your grandfather, but I did it to protect you.”

“You thought that leaving me to come here and search for people that haven’t lived in this area for at least a hundred years was protecting me?” she asked, trying her best to contain her anger. He sighed and looked down at the table. Sophie walked over with Katie’s drink and a bowl of gumbo and set them down in front of her. “Did you know you and mom have empty graves in the cemetery?” she asked and he shook his head no. “I grew up telling myself stories about where the two of you disappeared to. That you guys were entered into witness protection and weren’t allowed to come back to me or that your bodies were buried in the woods somewhere or eaten by bears or something. Why didn’t you just come home and be a father to me?”

“Because a vampire was the last thing you needed in your life.” He told her quietly.

“And I call B.S.” she told him then took a sip of her sweet tea. “You, even as you are now, would have been better than Grandfather.”

“I was going to pay him a visit and give him a piece of my mind before I left Mystic Falls, but he wasn’t there.” He told her.

“Yeah that’s because I killed him.” she told him with a straight face and he looked at her, his green eyes wide. “Oh don’t judge me when you’re the one that killed my mother.”

“How were you able to speak with her again?” he asked clearly aggravated that she’d learned that bit of information.

“Bonnie Bennett brought Jeremy Gilbert back from the dead and in doing so cracked the door to the other side open. A witch on the other side wedged it open and let the supernatural spirits be able to interact with our side. For a while we were able to see and feel them. Mom found me and we were able talk before Bonnie fixed the balance.” She explained. “She is the only reason I’m here right now.”

“I’m really sorry I didn’t come for you sooner.” He told her seriously. “Maybe if I had you wouldn’t be what you are now.”

“Which is?” she asked as she picked up her spoon and started stirring the gumbo. It looked disgusting despite its mouth watering smell.

“A vampire…and whatever getting Hannah’s memories has turned you into.” He answered then watched her playing with the gumbo. “Would you just try it already?” he asked with a point to the bowl of chicken and sausage gumbo.

“Fine.” She answered and took a bite. “Holy shit.” She commented as she covered her mouth then swallowed. “That’s really good.”

Her father laughed. “Told you.” things got quiet and she was almost through with her gumbo when he asked, “So how’s everyone back home?”

“Well, let’s see, Sheila Bennett, Mayor douche wad and Carole Lockwood, Caroline’s father, Elena’s parents, her aunt Jenna, Jeremy and John Gilbert aka Elena’s bio dad, along with most of the other council members that got blown up in the pastors farm house are all dead. I’m sure I’m leaving some people out, but that’s all I can think of right now.” she told him. “Oh and Caroline and Elena are vampires too. Other than that there’s the impending threat of hell on earth being unleashed, but that’s another story for another time.”

“Wow.” He said, taking time to let it sink in. After a few minutes he blinked out of his thoughts. “So you said you’ve met all of the originals?”

“Yep, even momma and poppa original.” She answered.

“And you live to tell about it.” he observed.

“What can I say, the Mikaelson siblings like me.” she told him with a shrug.

“A little too much if you ask me.” he commented.

She rolled her eyes and looked up at him. “Please tell me you’re not still mad that Elijah and I found each other.”

“My family, your ancestors, devoted their lives to keeping the reincarnations from remembering Elijah.” He told her with a glare.

“I’m sorry, the reincarnations?” she asked with a frown and a shake of her head as she pushed her bowl away from her.

“You think you’re the first of Hannah’s reincarnation attempts?” he asked with a tilt of his head.

“Uh, yeah, I don’t remember any lives other than Hannah and this one.” She answered, completely confused.

“That’s because the reincarnations were never allowed to live past their sixth birthday.” She just stared at him. “Legend has it that Jonah was so disgusted with what his mother had done that he killed his daughter to keep her from turning into his mother…to keep her from suffering at the hands of the Mikealson men.” he explained. “Every Finnegan female was either killed at birth or just before her sixth birthday. I couldn’t kill you so I did my best to protect you. I had Sheila block your memories and after I turned I didn’t come back because if I did it was more likely, with a vampire in your life, that you would become one and break the dam in your mind. I hoped that you would live and die as Katie, never becoming Hannah. I hoped it would break the cycle and free the women of our family.”

After a few minutes of letting it all sink in she sighed and looked up from her empty bowl to her father. “Then I guess I should thank you for not killing me and tell you that the cycle is broken.” he frowned in confusion. “I’m no longer linked to or with Elijah.”

“Really?” he asked with raised brows.

“Yep, the link broke when my soul shattered.” She answered.

“So you’re free of the Mikaelson’s?” he asked.

“Um…” she pulled one side of her mouth up and squinted an eye. “I guess you could say that?” she scratched the back of her neck uncomfortably.

“What does that mean?” he asked a little confused.

“Klaus and I are kind of…together.” She answered.

“Klaus is not an acceptable partner for anyone, much less my little Scarlett.” He told her.

She scoffed and before he could say anything, a guy who looked to be in his mid to late twenties with espresso skin and nice eyes, walked over to them and slapped his hand down on Bradley’s shoulder. “Who, may I ask, is this lovely lady?” he asked, giving Katie a bright, charming smile.

“My daughter, Scarlett.” Bradley answered. “Scarlett, this is Marcel.”

Katie gave Marcel a wave and a polite smile assuming that he was the same Marcel that turned her father. “I hate to pull you away from your family reunion, but we have business to attend to.” Marcel told Bradley.

“Alright.” Bradley told Marcel who walked off giving the father and daughter time to bid each other goodbye. “How long are you planning on staying in town?”

“I’m flying back in the morning.” She answered. “Prom is coming up soon.”

“What time is your flight?” he asked.

“Seven thirty.” She answered.

“We’ll meet here for breakfast at six?” he asked and she nodded. “See you in the morning.” He told her and she gave him a smile and a wave and watched him leave with Marcel.

“Refill?” Sophie asked as she walked over with a pitcher of tea in her hand. Katie slid her empty glass to the edge of the table. “Would you like more gumbo?”

“No, but it was delicious.” She answered then gave Sophie a smile as she picked up her glass of tea. “Thank you.”

She was still sitting there, sipping on her tea, fiddling with her necklace, thinking about everything she and her father had discussed when Sophie walked by with a sizzling plate of fajitas and her stomach flipped. She frowned and ran to the bathroom with her hand over her mouth and barely made it into the stall before her gumbo came back up. “The hell was in that gumbo?” Katie sighed as she shut the toilet lid and flushed it.

“It wasn’t the gumbo.” She heard Sophie say from outside the stall. “You’re tea, however, had a very powerful mixture of herbs in it. A roofie…kind of.”

Katie pushed the stall door open and turned on the sink. “You’re a witch.”

“Yep.” Sophie answered.

“I’ve seen a witch roofie in action, the dude didn’t get sick.” Katie said as she cupped her hand under the stream of water and rinsed out her mouth.

“Yeah that’s not the roofie, that’s morning sickness.” Sophie told her watching her grow weaker and weaker.

“That would imply…that I’m pregnant. I’m a vampire, I…can’t…” she passed out.

Sophie watched her fall then knocked on the door letting Jane-Ann, her sister inside. “This is stupid, and risky, you know that right?”

“We will talk about this later, for now we have to get her out of here without being seen.” Jane-Ann told her.

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Katie woke up in a cabin in the woods, crickets and frogs could be heard outside. “Where am I?” she groaned as she sat up in the cot she was laying on.

“The bayou.” Sophie told her.

“Why?” she asked with a glare.

“Because like it or not, you’re pregnant with Klaus Mikaelson’s child.” Sophie answered reminding Katie what she’d told her before she passed out.

“It’s not possible, I’m a vampire. We can’t have kids.” She sighed, feeling ill. “How would you know anyway. You’re a witch not a doctor.”

“I’m a witch with a gift of telling when a woman is pregnant. I sensed it as soon as you walked into the restaurant.” She told her.

Katie, sure that Sophie was wrong, got quiet and listened. At first she only heard Sophie’s heartbeat and her own, but eventually she heard a small, fast heartbeat and slid her hand over her lower abdomen. “Holy freaking hell…”

“Congratulations?” Sophie asked awkwardly.

“How the hell is this possible?” Katie asked, sounding like she was in shock.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Sophie shrugged.

“So what do you want with me? Why kidnap me and bring me out to the middle of nowhere?” Katie asked, trying to think about something other than what Klaus was going to have to say about this or the thousand other questions that were running through her head.

“Marcel has been keeping my people under his thumb, but now we have you.” Katie shook her head not understanding. “Your boyfriend is famous in this town. Witches tell bedtime stories about the vampire Klaus. Marcel was nothing but an orphaned street rat until he made him what he is. Now he’s out of control. He does what he wants. He kills who he wants. We’re gonna stop him and you’re gonna help us.”

“And how am I supposed to do that? I don’t even know you people.” Katie asked with a scoff. Jane-Ann walked in. “Who are you?”

“My name’s Jane-Ann.” She answered. “And to answer your question, you’re going to get Klaus here and you’re going to get him to help us.”

“What makes you think I have any control over Klaus?” Katie asked with a glare.

“Because he’s been texting you every hour on the hour for the past day and a half.” Sophie answered holding up Katie’s cell phone. “A guy doesn’t do that unless he’s worried and people only worry when they care.”

“Prom is today.” Katie sighed realizing how stupid that sounded since she just found out that she’s pregnant.

“Yeah, Caroline’s been texting incessantly about that.” Sophie told her. “I’m sorry but you’re going to have to miss it.”

“I gathered as much.” Katie scoffed.

“We need to get started, Soph.” Jane-Ann said.

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After performing a million different witchy tests on her Sophie tossed Katie a clear blue pregnancy test. “Just for shits and giggles. The outhouse is that way.” She told her with a point outside.

“Watch your language Soph.” Jane-Ann scolded her little sister as Katie stood up and went outside.

After taking the pregnancy test she put the cap back on it and watched as the word pregnant showed up on the screen. She headed back inside and showed it to them, then tucked it into her pocket. “How the hell is this even possible?” Katie asked herself more than them.

“Did I hear you tell Bradley that your soul shattered?” Jane-Ann asked, having been at the bar while Katie and her father chatted.

“Yeah, why?” Katie asked as if it were no big deal.

“No one, witch, human, vampire or wolf has ever come back from that before.” Jane-Ann answered. “We have no records of what that can do to someone.”

“Even still, that doesn’t explain Klaus’s roll in this.” Katie pointed out.

“He’s a hybrid, magic made him a vampire, but he was born a werewolf and is the first of his kind. Nature is full of loopholes.” Jane-Ann explained.

“Awesome.” Katie sighed and fell back to lie on the cot hoping to go to sleep and wake up from this nightmare.

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After making sure Tyler was out of town Klaus returned to his mansion to find a note, left for him by Katherine. “Klaus, I hear Elijah has refused you the cure and in return you have refused me my freedom. Shame on you both. But while you boys sort out your problems, I have one last thing to offer you. I’ve caught wind that there is a witch in New Orleans named Jane-Anne Deveraux holding your precious Katie hostage. Hunt her down. What she has to tell you about Katie will rattle you so deeply to your core that chasing little old me will be the least of your concerns. It’s been a fun five centuries, Klaus, but I’ve worn down too many good heels running from you. Love and hate, Katerina.”

Klaus dropped everything, packed a bag and bought a plane ticket to New Orleans.

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Twenty four hours later Katie sat on a wooden bench in a tomb in the middle of a cemetery in New Orleans. “We can talk freely here.” Katie heard Sophie say. She also heard another set of feet walking with Sophie.

“Then I suggest you start talking.” Elijah’s voice made Katie perk up, just happy to hear a familiar voice. “What did your sister want with Niklaus?” Katie tried to leave the tomb, but a couple of witches stepped in her way.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Sophie asked. “We have a vampire problem, and we need help. Marcel has an army backing him. The witches have been trying to fight back, but we haven’t had much luck. Until my sister, Jane-Anne and I met a girl, a vampire girl passing through the quarter from a small town in Virginia, the daughter of one of Marcel’s day walkers. She has a special…connection to your brother.” Sophie explained to him. “By the look on your face I’m guessing you know who she is.”

“What do you want with Katie?” he asked, his tone guarded.

“Wait, are we talking about the same girl? Bradley called her Scarlett.” Sophie asked.

“Scarlett is her middle name.” Elijah answered growing impatient.

“She’s pregnant and the father of the child she’s carrying is your brother, Klaus.” Sophie told him.

“That’s impossible.” Katie could hear the shock in his voice.

“Nothing’s impossible, especially not when it comes to a hybrid and the first being to ever recover from a shattered soul.” Sophie explained. “Let her out.” She called.

The men stepped aside and Katie whooshed out of the tomb, stopping in her tracks when her eyes landed on Elijah, looking at her with narrowed eyes.

He looked at Sophie, “Give us a moment please.” Sophie nodded and jerked her head for the witches to leave them be. Elijah put his hand on Katie’s lower back and led her into the tomb where she sat back down straddling the bench. He started pacing. “So it’s true?” he asked and she nodded. “Have they been holding you here against your will?”

“They witch roofied me, brought me out to the bayou and did all these witchy tests.” She told him then pulled the pregnancy test out of her pocket. “But even the plain old clear blue confirmed it.” She showed him the word pregnant on the test. “I thought it was just a really weird dream at first, but this is really happening…I’m really pregnant.” She tapped the test on the bench, attempting to hold back her tears, then tucked it back into the pocket of her jeans.

Elijah sat down and pulled a leg up on the bench to face her and cupped her cheek in his hand making her eyes slip shut for a second. “How are you dealing with this?”

“I’m shaking in my freaking boots.” She answered, tapping the toe of her shoe down into the tile floor of the tomb. “What if he doesn’t want it…or me?” she asked with a shaking voice. “I can’t do this alone.”

“You are not in this alone.” He assured her. “I do not believe he would turn his back on you.” He wiped her tears away. “Niklaus has never truly been happy, but I believe that you and this baby can achieve the impossible and save him from himself.”

Katie grabbed his wrist and moved his hand from her face. “No pressure or anything.”

“That wasn’t my intent.” He told her apologetically.

“No, I know.” She assured him. “I’m just…a little overwhelmed, I guess.”

“Katie I know I’ve broken my promises to you in the past, but I need you to trust me when I say that no harm will come to you or this baby if I can help it.” he brushed her loose hair behind her ear and rested his hand on the side of her neck.

She took his hand off her and held it in both of hers. “I’m trusting you, please don’t make me regret it again.”

“I wouldn’t dare.” He told her seriously.

She took a deep breath and let go of his hand. “We have to convince the witches to let me tell Klaus about the baby. It’s my business to tell, not theirs.”

“Request heard and granted.” Sophie told her as she walked in.

“What precisely is it that you want and what does it have to do with Katie?” Elijah asked as he stood up and walked over to Sophie.

“We want to run Marcel and his vampires out of town. Klaus is the key. Everything Marcel knows about being a vampire he learned from Klaus. Marcel trusts him, looks up to him. He won’t see the betrayal coming.” Sophie answered.

“Yes. Well, I’m sure you’re aware, my brother Niklaus doesn’t like to be told what to do.” Elijah told her and Katie found that she still liked to listen to Elijah talk.

“Marcel drove the werewolves out of town decades ago. Do you really think he’s going to welcome a hybrid baby to the neighborhood?” Katie placed a hand protectively over her stomach at Sophie’s words. “Convince Klaus to help us and no one has to know about the newest member of the original family.”

“That sounds remarkably like blackmail.” Elijah told her.

“Like I said, I’m desperate.” Sophie told him with a hard voice and face.

“Well, then. We have our work cut out for us don’t we?” Elijah asked with a look back at Katie.

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“What are we doing here?” Katie had been sitting on the bench in the tomb, bouncing her foot nervously since Elijah left to find Klaus. When she heard the younger brother’s voice she stood up.

“You want to know where Katie is and what the witches have in store for you?” Elijah asked rhetorically. “Follow me.”

A few seconds later Elijah and Klaus walked into the empty tomb to see Katie standing in front of the bench with her head held high, doing a good job of covering up how much she was freaking out inside. “Before you get mad, I haven’t been ignoring your texts and calls. The witches took my phone.”

“Are you alright?” he asked as he walked in and slid his hand over her cheek as he pressed his lips to hers. She savored the moment, knowing that after she told Klaus that she was pregnant it may very well be the last time he kissed her.

When the kiss broke she looked around Klaus to Elijah, “Leave us, please?” she could tell he didn’t want to, but he gave her a nod and walked out of the tomb. “I have been wrecking my brain trying to find the right words to tell you this, but I can’t. So I need you to do me a favor.” She told him and he blinked at her as she took his hands in hers and held them to her chest. “Close your eyes and listen.” He rolled his eyes at her as if she were being silly. “Just…do it please.”

He closed his eyes and listened to everything around him. She knew he’d heard the baby’s heartbeat when he took in a deep breath, his eyes shot open and he jerked his hands from hers as if he’d been burned.

“How is this possible?” He whispered looking into her eyes as a tear slipped down his cheek. He wanted the baby, she could see it in his eyes, but if he was willing to let himself have it, to have happiness, she couldn’t tell.

“I am the first known person to come back from a shattered soul and you are a hybrid, the first of your kind. Apparently nature loves loopholes.” She told him quietly to hide the fear in her voice. After a few minutes of silence passed it became too much for her to handle. “I feel like I’m about to have a panic attack, please say something.”

“What do the witches want with you?” he asked, not putting her mind at ease.

“They want you to overthrow Marcel and get them out from under his control.” She answered.

“Why should I?” he asked with a hard face.

Before Katie could answer, Sophie and a few other witches walked into the tomb. Elijah walked over and stood next to Klaus and Katie moved to his other side, looking at the three witches blocking them into the tomb. “Because my sister gave her life to perform the spell that put the lives of this girl and her baby in our control. If you do not help us take down Marcel…so help me Katie won’t live long enough to see her first maternity dress.”

“Whoa, hey, you’re threatening me?” Katie asked shocked at what she’d just learned. “I’ve never been anything but cooperative with you people.”

“We appreciate that, but we aren’t so sure he’ll be as understanding.” Sophie told her with a hard face and a point at Klaus.

“Enough of this.” Elijah told Sophie, “If you want Marcel dead he’s dead. I’ll do it myself.”

“No. We can’t. Not yet.” Sophie argued. “We have a clear plan that we need to follow and there are rules.”

“Sophie can you guys just back the hell off and give us a minute please?” Katie asked and Sophie gave her a look that asked, seriously? “Just a few minutes then you can get back to your threats, blackmail and bullshit.”

“Fine, but just a few.” She nodded and motioned for the witches to leave and followed them out.

With them gone Katie sank down on the bench and placed her head in her hands with a heavy breath. “This is a trick.” Klaus growled being his usual paranoid self.

“No, brother, it’s a gift. It’s your chance. It’s our chance.” Elijah argued.

“You know I would never lie to you. Or is our trust really that one sided?” Katie asked as she stood from the bench and walked over to him.

“It’s not one sided.” He told her with watery eyes.

“Good, then do me a favor and put the witches out of your mind for a second. You haven’t said and I need to know. Do you want this baby?” When a tear betrayed her she quickly wiped it away.

He stared at her for a minute then said one word, “No.”

It felt as if someone snatched the air from her lungs and a pain shot through her chest. She wanted to break down, cry and let it all out, but she wouldn’t let him see how much he affected her. So she held her head high. “I call bullshit.” she told him in a quiet yet strong voice. “I know you want this baby, you want us. I saw it in your eyes.” she didn’t bother wiping her tears away this time. “You made hybrids because you wanted a new family. Well,” she held her hands out to the side, “you’ve got one standing right in front of you. All you have to do is say the word and we’re yours.”

“Listen to her, Niklaus.” Elijah spoke up making Katie look at him then back at Klaus.

“You once told me that Elijah was my first love and you intended to be my last. If you reject this baby again, that will never happen.” His lips drew together, pursed in defiance. “So, I’ll ask one more time. Do you want this baby?”

He leaned down and looked her in the eyes, “No.” he saw hurt flash in them then turn into a blazing fire that he hated seeing directed at him. He thought she was going to hit him, but she didn’t.

Instead she grabbed the silver pendant hanging around her neck in her fist and jerked. Elijah watched her grab Klaus’s hand, put the necklace in his palm and closed it. “Thank you.” he gave her a questioning look. “For reminding me that love…is for children and fools.” She shoved his hand and turned her back on him, leaving the tomb.

One of the witches thought she was trying to leave the cemetery and grabbed her arm. She grabbed his wrist, knocked him to his knees and twisted his arm behind his back, almost breaking it. “You lay a hand on me again and it will no longer be attached to your body.” She shoved him to the ground then looked at Sophie, “Proceeded with the blackmail and bullshit, I’ve gotten the only answer I cared about.” She walked over to the steps of another tomb and sat down on them, crossing her arms over her knees, rested her head on them.

Katie zoned out and lost track of how much time had passed before she felt someone touch her shoulder and she looked up to see that it was Sophie. “Come on.” She jerked her head back to the tomb. “Klaus and Elijah are gone for now, but I’m sure Elijah will be back.” Katie just nodded and stood up.

TVDTVDTVD

Katie sat on the wooden bench in the tomb listening to the witches talk about how Marcel and his vampires were out of control when one of them asked, "What makes you think you can control the hybrid?"

"She can't." Elijah spoke up and everyone looked to see him leaning against the doorway of the tomb. "I'm not entirely certain I can either." He pushed himself off the wall and walked into the tomb. "But now that your coven has drawn his ire, I have a question. What prevents my brother from murdering you instead of cooperating?"

Sophie walked over to the wall of the tomb and grabbed a straw doll off of a shelf. She took a needle out of it and poked her hand. Katie winced and looked at a spot of blood that pooled in her palm. "Are you freaking kidding me? She linked me to you!?" Katie asked angrily.

"Yep. Anything that happens to me, happens to you." Sophie told her then looked at Elijah. "Which means her life is in my hands. If she so much as sets a foot out of this town I will be able to tell." Katie gritted her teeth with flared nostrils. "Klaus may not care about his own child, but it's very clear what it already means to you. If I have to hurt Katie or worse to ensure that I have your attention, I will."

Elijah took a step closer to Sophie. "You would dare threaten an original?"

"I have nothing to lose." Sophie answered. "You have until midnight to get Klaus to change his mind."

Elijah turned and left the tomb.

TVDTVDTVD

Katie was sitting outside the tomb, getting fresh air when she heard the midnight bell toll then let her head fall back. She was staring up at the sky, waiting for the witches to come kill her when she heard someone walking up and looked up to see Elijah carrying a body wrapped in light brown linen. Curious, she followed him inside the tomb. “Klaus does not care about the child.” She heard Agnes, one of the witch elders say.

“I do.” Elijah spoke up getting their attention. “And I bring proof of my intent to help you. The body of your fallen friend.” He kneeled down and placed the body on the floor. “Which I procured from Marcel himself.”

“Jane-Anne.” Sophie sighed and fell to the floor beside her dead sister.

“May she be granted peace.” Elijah told them. “Klaus will agree to your terms.” They all looked at him. “I just need a little more time.”

“You’ve had your time. It’s passed.” Agnes argued.

“Shut up, Agnes.” One of the other witches spoke up and moved to stand next to Sophie.

“For now, accept the deal.” Elijah told them. “Katie and the child remain unharmed, or Klaus will kill you all” He turned and started walking away, but stopped and turned back to look at the witches. “And I will help him.”

TVDTVDTVD

The next morning Katie was brought back to the cemetery. “When can I have my cell phone back?” she asked as she walked in and sat down on the bench. “I’m bored out of my mind.”

Sophie pulled Katie’s phone out of her back pocket and held it up. “You can’t tell anyone about your pregnancy.”

“Duh.” Katie commented and Sophie slapped the phone into Katie’s palm. “Thank you.”

She was going through her texts from Caroline, Klaus and Bonnie when Elijah and Sophie walked in. “Klaus has agreed to help us. You’re free to go, but don’t even think about leaving town. If you do, I’ll sense it and kill both of us.”

“Ten four, rubber ducky.” Katie sighed sarcastically as she pushed herself from the bench and walked over to Elijah. When they got out of the cemetery she asked, “So, how’d you get him to agree?”

Elijah opened the passenger door of his car for her. “Unlike you I didn’t give up on him.” he answered as she slid inside and he shut the door.

“I didn’t give up on him. I’m just done wasting my breath begging people to give a shit about me.” she replied not looking at him as he cranked the car and started driving.

“Do you really think he doesn’t care about you?” he asked and she just shrugged. “He cares, Katie.”

“Yeah, well, he has a funny way of showing it.” she scoffed.

“He is scared.” Elijah defended.

“And I’m not?” she asked, raising her voice.

“You’ve been a parent before. You know how to love unconditionally. Klaus doesn’t because he’s never experienced it.” Elijah reminded her.

“Can we just…stop talking about this, please?” she asked, getting aggravated.

“Of course.” He drove her out of the city and to a plantation house. “Welcome to your new home.” He parked outside the huge two story white house with large columns, black shutters and a black door.

“Well, it’s a lot better than a tomb or a swamp.” She commented then got out of the car.

After he let her inside and gave her a tour, she picked a room with a window seat and pulled the dust covers off of the bed and the rest of the furniture.

She was sitting on the window seat, her back to the door and her head leaned on the wall, looking outside when she heard someone walk up behind her. A bouquet of six red roses appeared in front of her face and she recognized the hand holding them as Klaus’s. She took them, held her hand out to the side then dropped them to the floor. She heard him sigh then a pint of strawberry ice cream and a spoon appeared in front of her. She took it and he thought she was going to drop it too, but she stood from the bench and left the room. He followed her down stairs to the kitchen where she pulled open the icebox that was made to blend with the white cabinets and stuck it in the freezer. When she turned around he gave her a curious look. “I don’t believe in wasting perfectly good ice cream.”

She walked around the island and had to pass him on the way to the door, but he gently grabbed her arm, stopping her from walking away from him. “Please accept my apology.”

“I have yet to hear one.” She pointed out as she took her arm from his grasp.

“I’m sorry.” He told her quietly. “I…”

“Acted like a pig headed dick.” She filled in for him since he couldn’t find the words.

“That’s putting it lightly.” He told her with a nod.

She took in a slow, deep breath then heaved it out, walked back over to the icebox, grabbed the ice cream and the spoon she’d tossed into the empty sink at one end of the island and set the container on the counter across from where Klaus stood on the other side. “I’m really going to miss alcohol…” she stabbed the spoon into the pink frozen treat and took a bite. “I’m sorry too.” She admitted then swallowed. “I shouldn’t have cornered you with an ultimatum like that.”

“How long have you known?” he asked instead of acknowledging her apology.

“I found out not long after I got here. I was hanging out at Rousseau’s after my dad left with Marcel when Sophie walked by with a plate of Fajitas. The smell made me sick and let me tell you, Sophie’s gumbo was freaking awesome, but after it came back up I don’t think I’ll ever be able to even smell it again.” He smirked at her confession, a little happy she had taken his advice and had gumbo. “That was right before I passed out from the witch roofie Sophie put in my tea.”

“Does your father know?” he asked.

“As far as he knows I skipped the breakfast we planned and left without saying goodbye.” She told him. “And I’d like to keep it that way. Bredley is one of Marcel’s day walkers. Marcel sired him and I don’t know where his loyalties lie.” She took one last bite of ice cream then put the top back on it, stuck it in the freezer and washed, dried and put away her spoon. “Speaking of Marcel, can I ask what history you have with him and this city? I know you guys had to leave in 1919, but that’s about it.”

“My family and I practically ran this town. Marcel was just an unnamed boy, a slave, when I found him, named him and took him under my wing.” He told her as he walked around the island to stand across from her where she leaned her hip against the counter. “I made Marcel everything that he is. I loved him like a son, and when my father chased me and my family from here a hundred years ago we believed Marcel was killed. We each mourned him in our own way. Yet when I returned, I found not only had he survived he had thrived. Instead of seeking us out, instead of sticking together as one, he made a choice to take everything my family had built and make it his own. Now he is living in our home. He is sleeping in our beds. There’s an M he stamps everywhere but it doesn’t stand for Marcel, it’s for Mikaelson. I want it all back. I want to be king.”

“And this baby and I…Do we have a place in this kingdom of yours?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Every king needs a queen by his side.” he replied as he slid his hand over the side of her neck. “And an heir to his throne.” He leaned into her and pressed his forehead to hers, looking her in the eyes. “Stand with me, be my queen?” he asked and she pulled her head back as he pulled her necklace out of his pocket, the clasp now fixed.

“Let me hear you say it…out right, no talk of kingdoms.” She told him, not giving in to him yet.

His mouth opened to say something but he closed it. She nodded and tried to turn her back on him to walk away, but he grabbed her arm and spun her around, catching her lips with his. It took a few seconds before she let herself kiss him back. When it broke he pressed his forehead to hers. “I want you…both of you.” She gave him a small smile as she gathered up her loose auburn waves and lifted them as she turned her back on him. He put the necklace back around her neck. “And I never want to see this necklace leave your neck again.”

“Good, because I never want to take it off again.” She told him as she slid her fingertips over the smooth metal then put her hand on his cheek. “I’ll be your queen or your little phoenix or…whatever you want to call me.” she smiled to herself more than him. “You’ve really got to stop giving me nicknames.”

He chuckled, happy they were back on good terms. “The nicknames are endless because you…” he grabbed her hips and picked her up, setting her on the island next to the sink, “are my everything.” His words knocked the breath out of her in a good way this time. After taking in a deep, forced breath she caught his lips with hers and the kiss quickly turned heated and a moan left her lips as she pulled him closer with her legs. A sigh left his lips as she started kissing his neck.

She was kissing his lips and about to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head when she heard someone clear their throat. Klaus stopped kissing her and rolled his eyes as they both looked at Elijah, leaning against the door frame. “I see you two made up.” Katie unwrapped her legs from Klaus’s waist.

“We were working on it.” Klaus answered with a smirk that Elijah ignored and made Katie look at the floor with a blush.

“Is it done?” Elijah asked Klaus, making Katie look up at them, confused.

“As a matter of fact, yes.” Klaus answered. “Your underhanded deal worked quite well. Marcel was only too happy to accept my blood, even as he accepted my heartfelt apologies. His man Thierry yet lives and I remain a welcome guest in the French quarter. My only concern now is this coven of impudent witches.”

“You do know I’m linked to Sophie right?” Katie asked Klaus who gave her an interested look. “If she dies I die and while I will come back, the baby might not.”

“I believe them to be honorable though.” Elijah spoke up. “They did release Katie to me, although they haven’t been entirely forthcoming. Marcel obviously has something that they need. They don’t want him dead. There must be a reason why.”

Out of nowhere a wave of nausea rolled over Katie sending her rushing to the bathroom. She was flushing the toilet when Elijah asked, “Are you okay?”

“Ugh.” She responded and rested her forehead on the toilet seat knowing it was clean since they’d just moved into the house. “Please look away.” She groaned.

Instead he walked inside, grabbed a washcloth, wet it and rang it out. “You forget this isn’t the first time I’ve seen you sick.” He pointed out as he handed her the cloth. She took it and his offered hand when he offered it.

He pulled her up. “I didn’t forget. I caught the flu back in Ireland and wouldn’t let you give me your blood.” she remembered then wiped her face and mouth and rinsed the cloth out and draped it over the faucet. “Why was that again?”

“You said it was a human experience that you needed to get through so that you wouldn’t get sick again.” He reminded her.

“And Jonah ever so politely told me I was being stupid.” She said as she put her hand on the counter and leaned on it.

“You were running a fever and not thinking straight.” he added. “Jonah convinced me to heal you while you were sleeping.”

“And I thanked you for it when I woke up.” She gave him a small smile. “At least this time you don’t have to pick stew chunks out of my insanely tight curls.”

“I didn’t have to do it then.” He pointed out with a small smile of his own, reminding her that he did it because he loved her, not because he had to. “And if I may…” he grabbed the rag and rinsed it out then wiped at a spot of puke on her cheek that she’d missed. When he was done he tossed the rag into the dirty clothes hamper behind her.

“So,” Katie started realizing that reminiscing wasn’t the best idea, “Where did you go after I woke up and you left Mystic Falls?” she asked, as she hopped up to sit on the bathroom counter, wanting to stick close to the toilet in case she got sick again.

“I’m surprised Niklaus hasn’t already told you.” he told her as he leaned back on the wall across from her in the small guest bathroom. She just looked at him and shrugged. He narrowed his eyes, thinking about not telling her. “Katherine contacted me and said she had the cure. She thought we could be of mutual use to one another.”

Katie bit her lips closed and narrowed her eyes back at him. “You were with her, with her weren’t you?”

“Katie I-” he started

“Stop, rewind and forget I asked. It’s none of my business.” She interrupted him. “I told you we needed to move on. So you moved on just like I did.”

“I tried to move on.” He corrected her. “It did not work.”

She wanted to ask why. A small part of her wanted to know if he couldn’t move on because he was still hung up on her, but another… much bigger part dedicated to Klaus, didn’t care. “Good.” She saw curiosity flash behind his pretty brown eyes. “You can do better than the colossal bitch that is Katherine Pierce. Now,” she hopped down off the bathroom counter and walked over to the bathroom door, “if you don’t mind I really need to shower.”

She was getting out of the shower when she heard the all too familiar sound of Elijah in pain. With a whoosh she wrapped the towel around herself and went to where she’d heard the sound only to find an empty room. She went back to her room and got dressed then started searching the house. After an hour she found a hidden room containing coffins, one of which reminded her of her bedroom in Klaus’s house in Mystic Falls. She noticed Elijah’s coffin missing and after searching the room thoroughly she found two silver daggers.

TVDTVDTVD

She was removing dust cloths from some of the furniture out of the need to do something when she heard the front door open and close. Klaus heard her and found here. “Where’s Elijah?” she asked flatly.

“Exactly where he needs to be.” Klaus answered and did that thing where he looked down his nose at her.

“Where he needs to be is here, with us, but he’s not.” She replied, her nostrils flaring a bit. “I searched this house over and do you know what I found?” she asked rhetorically as she closed the space between them and glared up at him. “Daggers and coffins…one of each missing and one coffin that looked suspiciously like it could me mine.” He sighed and blinked at her. “Start. Explaining.”

“The white coffin is yours.” he told her and she took in an angry breath, but kept her mouth shut. “I had it custom made when I thought you were dying and I haven’t been able to convince myself to get rid of it. I have no intention of ever seeing you in it.”

She had to admit, he was smart to lead with that. She found it touching that he’d had a coffin custom made for her to be buried in style…or on the even creepier side, kept with him in style. But she shook herself out of her thoughts and put the glare back on her face. “Get to the part where you tell me where Elijah’s at.”

“He was a weakness. Marcel was nervous. It was bad enough that one original returned to town, but two… His crew was getting antsy. He wanted Elijah gone. So I gave him a peace offering.” She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. “I have a plan to keep you safe. Gain Marcel’s trust, dismantle his empire, and see to it that our baby is born into an environment free of wolf hating vampires and witches threatening to kill you.” He cupped her face in his hands. “I am taking care of you the only way I know how.” She gently grabbed his wrists and took his hands from her face. “Katie…”

“We will continue this conversation after I calm down.” she told him with a tight voice and a hard look. He let her walk away.

She was sitting at the dining table and had finished off the ice cream that Klaus had bought her when he dared to show his face to her again. She didn’t say a word as she watched him pull out a chair and sit down across from her. “Calm yet?”

“As much as I’m gonna get.” She answered, then tossed the spoon into the empty container and pushed it to the side. “Elijah’s not a weakness or a bargaining chip. He’s an asset. With that being said, tell me the full truth. You didn’t dagger him just because of Marcel, did you?”

Klaus sighed and looked down at the table then back up at her. “Contrary to his escapades with Katerina he is still in love with you, Katie.” She gritted her teeth. “I heard the two of you, reminiscing over a time when it was him taking care of you.”

“New flash,” she started with an attitude, “We have seven years of memories together and from time to time those memories are going to resurface. Yes, I look back on them fondly as I’m sure he does too, and yes I still love him, but I am not in love with him and he is not the Mikealson brother I want. You are and you know it.” He nodded, letting her know he understood and the look in his eyes told her he was sorry. “The reason he is an asset is because the old saying, it takes a village to raise a child is incredibly true. Parents are the most important people in a child’s life, but they also need aunts and uncles, people that round out their world. If you keep daggering our village this child doesn’t stand a chance.”

“It will take time, but I will find a way to get him back.” he told her quietly.

“Good.” She stood up and walked around the table to lean her hips against it and look down at him. “And if I’m not mistaken, don’t kings usually keep their queens informed on battle plans?” she asked, with an arched brow.

A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips as he clasped his hands in front of him with his elbows resting on the arms of the dining chair. “I will also do a better job of keeping you in the loop.”

“Thank you.” she told him with a nod and he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her over to stand in front of him and rested his head on her stomach. They both got quiet for a moment, listening to the fast beat of the baby’s heart. “Is there anything you wish to ask of me?” she asked knowing that he was used to doing what he wanted when he wanted and now he was having to accommodate her.

He picked his head up and looked up at her. “As much as I want to show you New Orleans I need you to stay here.” he told her. “If your father sees you out and about in the quarter he’ll start asking questions. As you’ve already pointed out he is part of Marcel’s inner circle. You need to remain a secret.”

“And if my father runs into you in the quarter?” she asked. “He knows we’re together. He’ll want to know where I am.”

“You went on a pre-graduation road trip. Last I heard you were in Chicago.” He told her.

“That actually sounds like something I would do and answers why I’m not in Mystic falls in case he went looking for me. It’s a given that my friends back in Mystic Falls can’t know the truth either huh?” she asked and he nodded, knowing she would hate lying to her friends. “Then they get the same story.” she agreed. “But if I’m going to be locked away in here I’m going to need a few things.”

“Like what?” he asked curiously.

“Internet, a laptop and a three in one printer.” She answered. “Even if I can’t make it to graduation I fully intend on getting my diploma and I have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Your wish is my command.” He told her with a closed lipped smile.

“As yours is mine.” She told him then placed her hands on the arms of the chair and leaned down, looking him in the eyes. “Thank you.” She pecked him on the lips and he smiled.

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Hello! May I ask fall in love, confession and relationship haedcanons for Miya Atsumu please? Good luck!

of course! tysm for the request and i hope u enjoy! 💕

Fall in love

• The Inarizaki volleyball team found themselves in a minor problem. They needed a manager who actually knew what they were doing. This was the third girl this year who proved yet again they only managed (horribly) to fawn over the Miya twins. The team grew agitated at this, especially towards Atsumu as he particularly fed the fuel for these fangirl managers. To get his team off his back, Atsumu promised he would find a good, worthy manager.

• With that promise established, it was actually more difficult than he thought it would be. As proven, only fangirls volunteered to the position, however was rejected by Atsumu and his correct assumption of the girls true intentions. And then potential managers would later turn down the role due to fear of backlash from their fanclub and the volleyball team’s prestigious title within the school.

• Atsumu makes an inaudible sigh to himself, casually strolling through the halls to practice. That is until he heard a small commotion around the corner,

“You’re so stuck up and you are not worthy to tell me off like that!” Atsumu was intrigued and hid behind the lockers to eavesdrop, soon he hears a bored, monotone voice respond nonchalantly back.

“Truth hurts love, so please excuse me I am trying to go home.” He recognized the monotoned girl in his class, (y/n) (l/n). You were known to be quite cold and quiet and kept to yourself. Atsumu tried to rack his brain if you were in any clubs but his thoughts interrupted by the latter girl starting to become aggressive.

“Haha! I knew it you are scared of me! Of course you would be!” The girl then grabbed your collar and attempted to shake you, however on instinct Atsumu broke you two apart. The other girl’s eyes widened at the sight of Atsumu protectively hiding you behind his arm.

“Oi, the girl said back off so back off.” He lowly says. That was more than enough to scare the girl off. You wear the same face you’ve had for the majority of the events that unfolded and you turn your back towards the blonde twin, walking away.

“OI!” Atsumu chases after you, “Not even a thank you?” You continued to walk.

“Thank you.” You mumbled. Atsumu scoffed and stood in front of you, forcing you to stop your tracks. You sighed out

“Look, it was already annoying enough dealing with that one girl. And I definitely do not want to deal with you of all people.” You mumbled. Atsumu was taken aback at your words, I mean this was the most he has ever heard you speak.

“Okay okay, how ‘bout we make a deal,” You raised an eyebrow. “I assume yah aren’t in a club, and since I saved yah back there, wanna manage the volleyball team?” You eyed him oddly.

• It was true, you did not have many friends nor a club to confide yourself in. You thought hey screw it, what could go wrong? So you nodded your head slowly, sealing your fate. Atsumu smirked at this and grabbed a hold of your wrist and started to drag you to the gym.

“That’s great! You can start today.” You barely trail behind him, the dusting of pink on your cheeks go unnoticed by the setter.

• At first, the team was skeptical of you of course. But you quickly proved yourself worthy. By the time the first practice was done, you had already learned the terms and gameplays and quickly cleaned everything up afterwards. The next day you even went around asking the members for their names, roles and strengths.

“Miya Atsumu, setter, and the man of your dreams.” His teammates couldn’t help but cringe.

“Yeah I think you’re the one dreaming.” You casually say back, not even batting an eyelash at him. That caught him off guard as his teammates snickered. As you walked away, the members start to praise you

“You know Atsumu, she’s actually a lot better than I expected.” Aran says.

“Yeah..” Atsumu’s heart beats faster, watching your figure walk away, your hair sways along with your hips as he can’t help but have a weird feeling in his chest. A feeling that has never occurred towards anyone.

“She really is..”

Confession

• It has been a few weeks since you first became manager and now one of the games came up. You did as much research on the other team as you could and devised a game plan and a few tips and tricks for your team.

• It was game day and after warm ups you huddle the team together and state your game plan for the day. And you went ham.

“Alright, so their number 8 is quite cunning from what I’ve learned, he does not fall for predictable stunts and communicates that to his team. So, Astumu and Osamu i want you two to switch between setting and spiking at random times to catch them off guard and keep them on their toes. Suna, keep your eye on the ace, you’ll be able to block his spikes I can tell. After a few blocks their ace will feel frazzled and that will give us time to score big time. As for Kita, keep doing..”

• Not a single stutter in your words, you spoke with authority and with confidence as Atsumu lopsidedly grins at your grown determination to help the team. Everyone was somewhat caught off guard but listened to your voice tentatively.

“And that’ll be it for now, I’ll be on the sidelines cheering you guys on and taking further notes. Good luck out there I know you guys got this!” You clicked your pen and gave your team high-fives and they smile, thank you and even give you pats on the back and the head.

“Will you be cheering for me (y/n)-chan?” Atsumu flirtatiously whispers in your ear. You push him away slightly and just laugh

“You know I will idiot. Make sure not to mess up that first serve drama queen.” You wave off Atsumu’s complaints of people not knowing how to be quiet during his serves and you stand nearby the bench coach sat on.

• The game was a breeze with your game strategies as Inarizaki wins easily. You jump up and down and cheer with your team as they smother you with hugs and thank yous. You have proven your worth to the team and the coach your true intentions and what you could do for them. You felt warm being around the team and you enjoyed watching them practice, play, and especially win.

• Your attention turns to Atsumu, his casual smile on and his arms crossed as if he was expecting something from you. You playfully roll your eyes and walk towards the guy.

“Congraaaagulations oh great Miya Astumu!” You mockingly state, Atsumu couldn’t help but laugh.

“What the hell was that (y/n)?” You giggled.

“What? Did I nail the role of your fan girl?” Atsumu shakes his head and laughs.

“Besides I enjoy being on this team, so thank you for dragging me into this situation.” You smile lightly. Atsumu has never seen this side of you, he almost stutters as he says

“Well, I mean you owed me I did save yah back there.” You giggled and give him a quick peck on the cheek.

“No silly, I partly said yes because I knew I end up falling for you.” You then left it at there and went to help tear down. Atsumu feels his face getting hot and the lingering eyes of his teammates.

“W-wait. does that mean..?” He mumbles to himself.

“Idiot brother.”

“SHUT YER TRAP”

Relationship

(this won’t be as story-telling, more casual (??) idk lol)

• He’s soososo clingy to you, it’s almost like he’s glue. And he ofc doesn’t mind pda. If anything he is so for it, only if you are comfortable

• He always has to be touching you, whether it’d be hand holding, hand on the hip, arm around the shoulder. Hugging, kissing, etc. He always craves for your touch

• And if you aren’t comfortable with it, he still finds his way. Hiding your hands when holding them somehow, holding pinkies, hand on your thigh underneath the table

• Since your the manager, he stares at you a lot during practice. Both teasingly or just without even realizing it. He loves it when you notice it too and get all embarassed. And during water breaks he takes that chance to talk to you.

• Probably has had make-out sessions in the locker rooms before or after practice. He loves taking risks and throwing caution towards the wind with you. And you would never admit it, but it gets you excited and he knows it ;)

• Really cares for you though, if you’re not at school he’s texting you. Not responding? He’ll ditch school and run to your house ignoring Osamu’s yelling

• He shows you off all the time, maybe a little too much. He will never pass up the opportunity to show off you’re his amazing girlfriend by either declaring it to others or physically showing it off with hugs and kisses

• BACKHUGS he loves them. Surprising you from behind with a hug is his favorite thing in the world that he does daily, bonus points for your cute, flustered state it results in

• He’s probably tried to convince you to skip practice on days he isn’t feeling it. Most of the time you scold him. But on rare occasions you give in, and end up cuddling with him alllllll day. He doesn’t regret it one bit, feeling you encased in his big arms and hearing your soft snoring and breathing, face flush on his chest. You’re so adorable omg

• ok maybe he does regret it the next day when Kita triples his drills as punishment and you can’t help but snicker with his teammates from a distance

• Free time is literally just with him. He prioritizes you as much as you do him and you two are quite busy so when alone time does come around it won’t be long until the other joins in

• You cook for him every now and then too. Although Osamu knows how too, he preferred you cooked for Atsumu as it’s less hassle and bickering for him to deal with

• Atsumu is surprisingly a picky eater, but when it comes to what you make for him he always eats it, no complaints. As a prank you sometimes purposely burn a few things and you silently laugh at his attempts to eat them

• A loving kiss to thank you for the meal that may or may not escalate to something else ;)

• Be warned, he will spam your phone with “i miss you” texts. You’ll be gone for literally 5-10 minutes and come back with 40 new messages

“‘tsumu i was showering…”

“WITHOUT ME??”

“-_-”

• He treasures your down time together though. Cuddling while watching tv, cooking together, teasing each other, etc.

• He loves it when you sit on his lap. You two will be on the couch watching a movie, he grips your wrist and pulls you on top of his lap. Your face buries itself in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. His chin propped on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist pulling you impossibly closer to him

• You know how to put this annoying little brat in his place and he lowkey finds it hot. And in a way Atsumu appreciates it since you’re literally the only girl who has the balls too

• Even with his endless amounts of teasing, he truly loves and cares for you and he will do anything for you. As he kisses your neck lightly he reminds you why he loves you every single day you’re together and he plans to someday claim you once and for all with a ring. Someday

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recurring-polynya · 3 years

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Hey an AU request for you:

During Renruki separation what if the roles were reversed. Like if Renji gets adopted (in some rival noble clan) and Rukia is left behind. Or else if Renji is going to be executed instead of Rukia. Want to feel the angst from Rukia's POV.

Let me know if these scenarios are good enough.

Thanks as always ☺️❤️

Hello, yes, I realize this was not precisely what you were asking for, but here is a scene that has been charging me rent in my own head since at least 2019, and it’s close enough and I am using this as an excuse to get it out. Thank you for your indulgence.

The actual role swap in this scenario is what if Renji had gotten Sode no Shirayuki, a zanpakutou who embodies patience and planning and thoughtfulness, and Rukia ended up with Zabimaru, a zanpakutou who just wants to fuck shit up.

Read on ao3 or ff.net (this one felt substantial enough that I made it a standalone and also I finally had an excuse to name a fic after one of my favorite Oh Hellos songs.)

🗡️ 💔 💀

The air is heavy and thick in the World of the Living. It is oppressive, as if this very plane has its own reiatsu, as if it intends to oppose their mission. It’s just a thunderstorm gathering, though, a combination of atmospheric pressure and electrical potential.

Kuchiki Renji, Lieutenant of the Sixth Division and Heir to the great and noble Kuchiki Clan would like to finish this up before they are drenched, but he isn’t optimistic.

He stands on the roof of a human house, looking down at a nearly identical residence across the street, although this one bears signage indicating that it is also a neighborhood medical clinic.

Renji cannot feel her, but he doesn’t expect to. When Rukia doesn’t want to be found, she doesn’t get found, end of story. Renji can feel the human though, the human whom Rukia has given her powers. He can’t fathom why, but all of Rukia’s ways are inscrutable, they always have been. From the morning she saved his life from an enraged water vendor to the evening she walked away from the adopted family that gave them both names and a place in the world, Renji has never understood a single thought that entered her thick skull. Even if he can’t understand her, though, she is transparent to him, predictable.

He just needs to draw her out. And that part is easy.

Byakuya says nothing. Renji has explained his logic, and Byakuya is giving him the six feet of rope he needs to hang himself. Byakuya is also inscrutable, yet predictable. Sometimes, Renji wonders how the man managed to live in the same house as Rukia for as long as he did.

“Nii-sama,” Renji says softly. Byakuya does not like being asked for reassurances, but on this point, Renji requires it. “The orders said capture or kill.”

Byakuya waits.

“Shall I strive for the first?”

Byakuya makes a tiny throat-clearing noise. “I have fulfilled my obligation to that girl. I owe her nothing. Do what is necessary.”

Byakuya would never come out and tell Renji to kill Rukia, but the message is clear enough. Despite separating herself from the family thirty years ago, a trial, a jail sentence will be an embarrassment to the Kuchiki, an exhumation of old mistakes. Rukia will always be an inkblot on Byakuya’s conscience. Byakuya has never held this against Renji, which is probably the only sign of affection his adoptive brother has ever shown him.

Renji has done nearly everything Byakuya has ever asked of him. He is an obedient brother, hardworking and respectful. He practices the family sword form, he studies the history of Soul Society, he respects his elders. He has risen in the ranks of the Gotei, he has gained his bankai, he wears the kenseikan, even though they bite into his scalp. But Renji was only adopted into the family for one reason: to ensure Rukia’s compliance, and in that, he failed.

It is time to make up for that.

Renji jumps lightly from one rooftop to the other and over the ridge of the roof. The boy’s window is on the rear side of the house. He drops down onto the windowsill. His Hell Butterfly hovers at shoulder height. “Go on,” he urges it forward, to create a passage through the wall of the house. He hopes his hunch is correct. He does not relish the idea of murdering a young human in his bed.

It is not an issue. A dark shape rips itself from the shadows, but Renji has his zanpakutou from her sheath in an instant. Instead of Zabimaru’s wicked serrations, however, he finds himself blocking the worst shakkahou he’s seen since Byakuya sent him down to Shin’ou to scout out next year’s crop of students. It’s enough to momentarily blind him, though, and he leaps down to the ground to find steadier footing.

This isn’t right. Although Rukia prefers to rely on her sword, it’s not out of her M.O. to use kidou for a sneak attack. But why bother with a distraction when she could have just blown his head off? Rukia’s kidou are rarely elegant and Renji isn’t sure she even knows the chants, but what she has is power. Or rather, what she had.

Renji scans the backyard slowly. The grass at his feet is freezing over in a slowly widening circle. Careful, careful! Sode no Shirayuki sings in his mind.

Suddenly, he feels the crackle of hainawa and he leaps out of the way just in time, flinging an avalanche of ice in the direction of his attacker. Rukia’s kick catches him in mid-air, but he blocks it with a forearm. It doesn’t ring through his bones the way it should, though.

Renji lands on his heels and skids a few feet. Rukia’s toes hit the dirt just a second after. For a moment, their eyes meet. The air is so humid, it’s thick enough to swim in.

“Abarai,” Rukia snarls, baring a sharp canine. “Of course, they would send you.” She snorts. “Scratch that, I bet you volunteered.”

Renji sneers at her, but ignores the dig at his name. “I’m impressed, Rukia. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone botch a patrol mission so thoroughly.” He sheaths his sword.

Rukia barks out a laugh. “What’s this? Your sense of fairness? Gonna try to kill me with your bare hands, then?”

He’d rather not kill her at all. Byakuya will be peeved, but Renji doesn’t like the idea of running through an unarmed woman. “What is this, Rukia? You’ve given a human your full powers, haven’t you? Why?”

“It was an accident,” Rukia mumbles, her eyes darting to the side.

Renji narrows his eyes. “Where did you get that gigai?”

“A friend.”

“There was an intelligence report from the Stealth Force. A Menos showed up, just for a few minutes before it was driven back to Hueco Mundo with a sword wound. I assumed that was your doing, but you don’t seem to have a sword at the moment. Unless the Menos took that rusty piece of--”

“Fuck, Renji, don’t you ever get sick of listening to your own stupid voice?” Rukia spits, and in a second, she is on him, a blur of fists and feet.

Renji didn’t put his sword away because he thought he wouldn’t need it. He put it away because he knew that he would need two hands to deal with Rukia in hand-to-hand, even at 2% of her power, or whatever dregs she has left.

“I’m trying--” he backpedals furious, blocking blow after blow, “--to help you! I realize that your brain has probably atrophied down to the size of a walnut-- ouch! -- but doesn’t any of this seem fishy to you?”

“The only thing fishy is you questioning an order!” Rukia snaps, as Renji narrowly avoids getting his feet swept from under him. “We may not have much for brains in Eleven, but unlike the Sixth, at least we use what we’ve got!”

Suddenly, Renji manages to loop one of his arms under hers and spin her into a half-nelson. Her feet pedal furiously in mid-air. His spare hand presses her wrist against her rib cage to keep her from clawing the skin off his arm, and also to try and support her weight. “Can you breathe?” he makes sure, as he tries to figure out a way he can hold her still with one hand long enough to get a binding on her.

“Yes,” she grunts angrily. “Why are you doing this? Don’t you know you’re gonna be in trouble with Nii-sama if you bring me back alive?” She spits the honorific like venom.

“You’re wrong,” Renji mutters. He hates this. He hates how stupid this is. He hates that after all this time, her stupid arrows still find their mark, every single time. “You’re wrong if you think he’s spent even a second thinking about you since you threw away everything he gave you. You’re trash to him.”

“Is that what I am to you, too?” Rukia asks archly.

“You’re--” Renji starts to say, and then hits the deck as a sword whistles through the air where his neck had been a moment before. He loses his grip on Rukia, and she rolls away, but Renji’s got more immediate problems. He shifts to a crouch, his hand loose on Sode no Shirayuki’s hilt as he scans the shadows for his assailant.

As it happens, said assailant isn’t exactly subtle. “Hey, Rukia, this guy wears the same pajamas as you. Friend of yours?”

It is the boy, the one who buzzes with reiatsu that both is and isn’t Rukia’s. He is a gangling puppy of a human being, all elbows and ears. His hair is an unnatural orange and sticks out from his head as though he has just rolled out of bed. Given the hour, perhaps he has.

“Get out of here, Ichigo, this guy isn’t a joke!” Rukia screams, and Renji realizes that she is genuinely frightened.

“He sure looks like one,” the kid, Ichigo declares, hefting his sword up onto his shoulder. It is clearly a zanpakutou, but it is absurdly large. He can barely lift the thing. “And people say my hair is a dumb color.”

“My name is Kuchiki Renji,” Renji informs him. “Assistant Captain of the Sixth Division of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. I am here to take Kuchiki Rukia, Sixth Seat of the Eleventh into custody for the crime of transferring her shinigami powers to a human. I do not wish to kill you, human, but if you interfere, I will not hesitate.”

“Wait, what?” Ichigo sputters. “Rukia, I thought your name was Inuzuri? Is this guy your brother? If so, he sure got all the height genes. I am so, so confused.”

Rukia rises to her feet. Her face is pale in the moonlight. A line of blood shines on her forehead, glassy against the black of her tattoos. “He’s my fiance.”

“Your what now?”

Renji snorts. “Former fiance.”

“I don’t recall breaking up with you!” Rukia barks.

Renji wants to laugh. He doesn’t know which is more typical Rukia-- the idea that rejecting his family and not speaking to him for thirty years would somehow not count as a break-up, or that now is somehow an appropriate time to talk about this.

There are a lot of feelings pumping through Renji’s heart, but he freezes them to ice and pushes them away. There is no room for feelings on a battlefield. “I am taking Rukia back to Soul Society. If you do not resist me, I swear to it that no harm will come to her before her trial.” Byakuya wanting Rukia dead is just a feeling, too. The Kuchiki must stand for justice, right? This is a good compromise, Renji rationalizes. I cannot kill her in cold blood in front of a witness, but if they force my hand, things happen. Surely even Byakuya would agree with this line of logic.

Ichigo’s eyes dart to Rukia. “What about after the trial? Is this, like, a thing where you pay a fine, or…?”

“I’ll be executed, most likely,” Rukia replies dryly.

Ichigo’s jaw clenches.

“You’re a valuable asset to the Gotei,” Renji corrects. “Central may be lenient.”

The two strongest young shinigami in their generation, people used to say, when Rukia and Renji entered the Sixth together. His iron nerves tempering her volatility, her fiery passion igniting his cold aloofness. The next Kyouraku and Ukitake. No wonder the Kuchiki plucked them from obscurity.

Renji doesn’t know what people say about them now. Now that he is the sole Heir to the Kuchiki. Now that she fights among the animals of the Eleventh. People’s voices go quiet at his approach. Byakuya says it isn’t wise to listen to gossip in any case.

“Hmmm,” Ichigo shifts his sword to an attack stance. “I don’t like the sounds of those odds. I think maybe I’ll just beat your ass instead.”

“Ichigo, move!” Rukia starts, but Renji has heard the words he needs to hear.

Renji’s favorite parts of the Kuchiki sword form are the quick draw techniques. He is not as fast as Byakuya, but he is very, very fast, and his reach is better. In an instant, he has closed the distance between himself and the boy. Maybe it was a lucky reflex or maybe it was Rukia’s warning, but Ichigo manages to get that huge sword up just in time to avoid having his chest sliced open. Renji’s assault is merciless. If it weren’t for the stupid power limiter, which Renji isn’t used to, he’s sure he would have cracked the boy’s zanpakutou clear in half. Despite her appearance, Sode no Shirayuki is not a delicate sword and Renji swings her with the inevitability of a glacier.

As Ichigo backpedals, his foot catches on a loose paver, and he stumbles. Renji raises his arm, preparing to deliver the killing blow, when suddenly, a knee in his back punches the air from his lungs, and his elbow is jerked forcibly backwards.

“NOW!” Rukia’s voice bellows in Renji’s ear.

The stumble was a feint, because Ichigo is Rukia’s student, and of course she has taught him all her dirty tricks. Renji realizes he has made the mistake of thinking he could beat Rukia, just because she has no powers and no zanpakutou. She still knows him better than anyone, though. She knows his moves and she knows what a rank fool he is. As Ichigo’s sword plunges towards his stomach, Renji flares his reiatsu as best as he can, and hopes Rukia’s pet human isn’t strong enough to pierce it.

But before the blow lands, Ichigo’s eyes widen. He lets out a gurgle and falls sideways.

“Renji,” says Captain Kuchiki. “What is taking so long?”

It seems as though time is standing still, except that the pool of blood surrounding Ichigo’s prone form is growing, growing.

“No,” Rukia murmurs. “No, no, no.” Suddenly, her feet scrabble up Renji’s back, and she launches herself off of his shoulders. “You!!” she screams.

There is nothing she can do to Byakuya. Her hands glow with raw kidou, but she is weak. It is the desperate, useless move of a cornered animal.

Renji knows that animal instincts are useless, which is why he has trained every day to eradicate them. To ignore his fear, to replace his body’s natural reflexes with the kata of his sword form. So even though he knows Rukia’s attack is hopeless, he cannot help but react to an attack against his Clan Head.

Rukia hits the ground next to Ichigo with a dull thump.

Her body is wrapped in the glowing chains of hainawa.

Renji’s hand shakes, his breathing is heavy.

Rukia is screaming filthy obscenities at both of them.

Byakuya regards Renji silently. His eyes linger on Renji's sword, naked in his hand. A different reflex, and there would be two corpses on the ground.

“She should face trial, Nii-sama,” Renji says softly. “If we do not uphold justice, who shall?”

“The law, Renji,” Byakuya corrects him. “We uphold the law.” He jerks his head at the screaming woman on the ground. “Pick her up. Others are coming and you will only become more sentimental if I am forced to kill additional humans.”

Renji kneels and gathers Rukia in his arms. She does not make it easy, probably in hopes that he will toss her over his shoulder instead of this humiliation, but she is the brute, not him. He will not give her the satisfaction.

As Renji narrowly avoids a headbutt, though, he realizes that this is not merely a display of defiance. It is a distraction. “Nii-sama,” he says as he straightens up, “I do not think the human is dead.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Byakuya sighs. “I have severed his hakusui and saketsu. Even if he survives the wound, he will be powerless, and Rukia’s power should return to her.”

Byakuya considers his lieutenant’s full arms for a moment, makes a disgusted face, and then draws his sword to open the senkaimon home himself.

While Byakuya’s attention is turned, Rukia leans into Renji’s, her breath hot on his jaw. “I will kill him for this,” she spits in his ear. “And if you get in my way, I will kill you too.”

“Then we are enemies,” Renji replies quietly, “since I am sworn to protect him.”

The first fat drops of rain begin to fall from the sky.

#my writing #wacky au requests #i have never been a big fan of enemies-to-lovers #but it turns out i'm a HUGE fan of lovers-to-enemies #if you too are a big fan of lovers-to-enemies i cannot recommend enough that you listen to the entire album of dear wormwood #every oh hellos song is about renruki #and if it's not i will make it #this feels like the culmination of my life's works #if i get even one 'wtf polynya' in the notes i will be content

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lettheladylead · 4 years

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avoid the unhappy ending (ch1-2)

ships/characters: Goldie, Quackfaster, Gyro, Fenton, Lil Bulb, Manny, Boyd, Launchpad, Scrooge/Goldie words (so far): ~2800 summary: Goldie comes to town to see Scrooge. Instead, she somehow manages to run into literally everyone else. ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27108943

First two chapters are up!

It was a Saturday afternoon. Normally she wouldn’t be in Duckburg, but she was passing through on her way back north and thought a little stop could be nice. Just pop in and say hello, maybe stay for a swim in the money bin or a sleepover if Scrooge asked. He wouldn’t ask, but she was always up for it.

Security at the bin was the same as usual. It always felt like there was a gap just for her - though obviously Scrooge wouldn’t be foolish enough as to leave his guard down for a professional thief. That being said, she was in his office quicker than usual, and a brief scan of the room told her she was alone.

“Huh,” Goldie breathed out, wiping her hand along his desk and taking a seat in his big chair. She spun around a few times, then stopped and looked at the different drawers. They were all locked, which didn’t change anything for her, but she knew this desk was mostly paperwork. Nothing of note, nothing of interest. Even a spare few dollar bills wasn’t worth the effort.

She stood up and walked over to the vault. It was closed, but perhaps Scrooge went for a more...private swim. That’d be fun to interrupt (and/or join in on). Her left shoulder made a terrible cracking sound as she slowly opened the door and she groaned a bit, popped her head in, and listened closely.

No sounds whatsoever.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Goldie groaned, rubbing at her shoulder and stepping fully into the vault. She looked up and down, left and right, but there was clearly no Scrooge to be found.

She sighed and closed the vault door on her way out in a sudden burst of politeness. Alright. Often Scrooge spent his Saturday afternoons catching up on work that he missed during adventures out of town. Apparently this was not one of those Saturday afternoons. Her shoulder was still a little sore, so Goldie decided to exit the normal way. Maybe someone would see her and call Scrooge to let him know. That’d be fine with her, she didn’t want to spend the whole day just looking for him.

But she had no such luck as it seemed the majority of his administrative employees weren’t working on a weekend. Made sense. Goldie poked her head into every other room to see if Scrooge was in a meeting or doing something or whatever, but he just...wasn’t there! It was agitating. Just a little bit.

The next door she spied was to the Archives. Goldie spent very little time in this room, since she had a pretty decent memory and didn’t need a piece of paper to remind her what year something happened in. Scrooge loved to talk about himself and his accomplishments, so there was rarely anything she needed to know that she didn’t already.

With a shrug, she entered the room anyway, considering the possibility that Scrooge could just be reading through old files like the old fogey he was. The door creaked loudly and almost immediately, Goldie made eye contact with the only other person there.

“What the…”

Goldie frowned as the other woman spoke and started walking towards her. This was not someone she’d had to interact with in a long time.

“Goldie O’Gilt, is that you?”

“Ah...Quackfaster. Nice to see you,” Goldie responded with a characteristic smirk. “Still working as Scrooge’s secretary, then?”

Quackfaster snorted and looked down at Goldie’s hands, clearly checking for stolen items. “Archivist. But you already knew that.”

“I did.”

Emily didn’t see anything on Goldie, and nothing near her seemed to be missing, so she turned around and headed back to her cart. “What are you doing here, O’Gilt? I know there’s nothing in this room you’d want to take.”

Goldie glided a finger against one of the shelves and cringed at the amount of dust that accumulated so quickly. “You can’t know that for sure.”

Her response was just a brief glare before she went back to filing.

“Alright, yeah,” Goldie stepped a bit closer, relishing in the way that Quackfaster flinched and reached for the sword that Goldie knew she had on her. “I’m just looking for Scrooge. Do you know where he is?”

“He’s not here,” Quackfaster said as she struggled to shove a certain book into a spot that was a little high up for her. “I assume, anyway. I haven’t seen him.”

Goldie rolled her eyes before reaching over and grabbing the book, getting on her tip-toes and putting it in its place. “Don’t you know his schedule, Secretary?”

“Archivists don’t keep schedules, Thief,” she scoffed. “Even if I knew where he was, I wouldn’t tell you. So have fun walking around town like a lovesick puppy.”

“Excuse me?” Goldie couldn’t contain her offense at the simile and proceeded to knock over Quackfaster’s cart of books before rushing out - leaving a loud crash and a pile of old papers in her wake.

Emily sighed and looked down at the pile. At her next salary meeting, she was definitely bringing this up.

Goldie, on the other hand, was back to business. That conversation had been entirely unhelpful and mostly unpleasant and very incorrect. Lovesick puppy? What was she, a teenager? She just wanted to see Scrooge so she could brag about her latest exploits - remind him of how nice it is to not be boggled down by family...maybe get some food. Sure, she loved him (or whatever), but she wasn’t sick over him. She wasn’t some kid in a bad romantic comedy. She was Goldie O’Gilt!

Quackfaster told her Scrooge wasn’t around, but she didn’t really know. And then, even she had, she might’ve told Goldie the opposite of the truth. There were a lot of angles to consider, as there usually was. So Goldie did what any sharp shooter would do - she decided to check out the last place in the Money Bin that Scrooge might be...the weird underwater lab.

She didn’t normally take elevators. They weren’t safe or secure. She could still remember when elevators first became a common thing...people became so reliant on them so quickly.

This was all she could think about in the slow, slow ride down to the lab where she was desperately hoping she’d find Scrooge. It’d be a shame to find out this trip to the Money Bin was a waste. If he wasn’t down here, she’d be stealing something for sure.

The doors opened and she was welcomed by two incredulous stares. She crossed her arms and stuck out her hip, staring back at them.

The two men looked at one another and then back at her.

“I don’t have time for this. Inter- er, Employee! Go!”

“Yes, Sir!”

Goldie stepped out of the elevator and looked around to see a distinct lack of Scrooge McDuck. She frowned. The shy-looking duck waddled up to her and smiled.

“Hi there! Welcome to Dr. Gearloose’s lab!” Fenton reached out a hand. “What can we do for you?”

She looked down at his hand and then back up at his face. “You seem familiar,” she said cautiously, grabbing his hand with two fingers and giving him a single shake before letting go. “...were you ever a Sheriff?”

“No, ma’am!” He didn’t give any sort of negative reaction to her odd question. “But mi mama is a police officer, so that’s close! Sort of!”

“Mama…” Goldie paused and put a hand to her beak in thought. “Oh! Are you Cabrera’s boy?”

“Wh…” Fenton blinked several times in surprise. “You know her?”

“You could say that,” Goldie said smugly. “We had a run-in a little over two decades ago. I remember you being much smaller.”

Fenton scrunched his face and considered her words, realizing after not long that this was someone on the other side of the law. “Um…”

She strode past him and towards the other man she’d seen earlier. “Is Scrooge here?”

Gyro sighed as loudly as possible before turning around to point in her face. “ Why would Mr. McDuck be here? This is a scientific laboratory, not a bin filled with coins.”

He realized briefly after speaking that this woman was familiar - familiar, as in, he’d met her just a few months ago for him and many many decades ago for her. Considering the recent controversies regarding unsanctioned time travel, Gyro started to sweat.

“Huh.” Goldie eyed him carefully. “You look familiar, too.”

“That’s not possible,” he said quickly. “I’ve never-”

“Gearloose, right? Any relation to Ratchet?”

He paused. “Uh...my grandfather?”

Goldie smacked him on his back. “I knew it! You’re his spitting image, you know that?” She laughed and continued to look around the room on the off chance that Scrooge was purposefully hiding from her. Why would he be? Who knows. Scrooge was a mystery sometimes. “Damn, I guess I owe Scroogey some money.”

“Why’s that?” Fenton asked, coming closer when he determined the intruder wasn’t a danger to the lab.

“Well, I bet Ratchet would die a virgin. Seems I lost.”

Fenton blushed and Gyro grumbled, turning back to his work, which Goldie just realized was also quite a bit familiar.

“Hey, I know this robot, too. This whole lab is turning into a trip down memory lane.”

“Hi! I’m Boyd!”

“Yes, I remember that,” she said with her eyes on the exit. “I’m guessing you’re not determined to kill anymore?”

Gyro glared at her and Boyd just clapped a hand to his cheek, producing a metal clang. “Aw geez, no I’m not! I’m sorry if you got hurt at Doofus’ party, Miss O’Gilt.”

Goldie shrugged and looked back at Fenton, who almost looked like he had a light bulb over his head. Or, well, actually. He did have a light bulb over his head. And then it jumped down onto his shoulder.

“O'Gilt! As in... Goldie O’Gilt?!”

“The one and only.”

She didn’t react as the light bulb jumped from him to her and then from her to the grumpy scientist behind her. She started to walk towards the door when she decided she’d made a mistake in coming here.

“You’re Mr. McDuck’s longtime, ah, paramour, one might say?” Fenton asked as he followed.

“One might.” She had to admit that it was interesting to know how Scrooge described her to his coworkers, but something told her that he’d never called her that.

“Then, from what I’ve read, you’re well over 100 years old, and I have never had the opportunity to ask Mr. McDuck about that, but I’m deeply fascinated!”

He started rambling, following Goldie the entire way to the elevator, and even stepping inside the elevator with her. She frowned deeply at this fact, and then there was the giant stone horse thing with Scrooge’s head clopping its way towards them that she very much wanted to get away from.

The talkative guy didn’t seem frightened by it, though - in fact, he waved at it as he continued to rant about chronological physics or whatever the hell was happening.

Not wanting to deal with this anymore, Goldie took this opportunity to grab Fenton back the back of his shirt and toss him towards the statue thing - repeatedly pressing the Close Door button on the elevator as fast as possible.

Fenton just squeaked and Manny caught him without a problem. “Hm...I guess I’ll have to save my questions for next time!”

Gyro barked at him from the other side of the lab. “There won’t be a next time! This lab needs to be more secure!”

Goldie breathed out a sigh of relief as the elevator dinged and she was back to being surrounded by no one and nobody. The Bin was still mostly empty and she was very happy with that. Though now she’d have to make her way over to the manor - where she was more likely to run into Bentina. After their last interaction, she knew it wouldn’t go well and didn’t want to deal with it. She’d just have to do her best to avoid the kitchen.

She headed out the front door, but on spotting a security camera, Goldie smirked and looked around for something to take. She spotted a few umbrellas sitting in a holder by the door, and shrugged. Something was better than nothing. Plus, it was getting kind of cloudy out there. So she grabbed the nicest looking one and stepped outside.

The clouds didn’t seem as thick once she left the building, but whatever. The umbrella was going to be hers either way. And now she had an annoying journey to the manor - normally she’d find a faster way over there, but the streets were pretty empty and she didn’t have any of her fancier gear on-hand.

So: walking it was.

Her knees started to hurt after only a minute. The road she was on was not made for feet, it was made for wheels! Why didn’t Gearloose or Cabrera or Quackfaster have a car she could steal? Were they all commuters? Did Scrooge pay any of his employees well enough to afford a car?

Just as all these complaints were charging through her brain, Goldie was cut off by the sudden sight of a familiar limo coming up towards her. She couldn’t contain the big smile on her face as she stepped in front of it - bringing the car to a halt.

She brushed invisible dirt off her pants and posed - leaning gracefully on the umbrella - in anticipation of Scrooge coming out to greet her.

Instead, a tall, muscular man stepped out of the driver’s seat and rushed towards her.

“Whoa! I almost hit you!”

Goldie sighed and stood up straight. “Is Scrooge with you?”

“Huh? No, he-” Launchpad pouted as he looked down at her, clearly dealing with the gears in his head turning a little faster than usual as they deciphered the data in front of him. “Oh, man! You're Mrs. McDuck!”

“Mrs....” Goldie looked like she’d bitten into a lemon. “I’m not -”

“I was just on my way to visit Fenton, Mrs. McD! But I could take you back to the manor instead, if you want!” He took off his hat and held it to his chest, looking a little nervous. “Please don’t be mad I almost hit you. It wasn’t that bad!”

“You didn’t-! I’m not…” Goldie was so confused by his assumptions that she didn’t even know where to start. But...a good con always knew where the benefits began. “...alright. Sure. Fine. Mrs. McDuck won’t say anything to Scrooge if you drive me back to the manor and not say a word about this to anyone. Does that work for you?”

“Oh, yes ma’am!” Launchpad quickly stepped back and opened up the back door for her so she could slide in. He closed the door on her foot and she scowled - leading to another slew of apologies before he closed the door for real.

She sighed and looked out the car window, feeling like she’d lost her touch. Usually she just knew where Scrooge was. Right away, she was always able to find him. And this was going to be one of those days where she ran around like a chicken without its head.

Launchpad was humming along to a tune on the radio, and Goldie felt the urge to have him change it to something more her style. But she wasn’t here to put on a show. She needed to find something else to focus on.

“Who told you to call me Mrs. McDuck?”

The redhead lowered the radio volume and looked at her in the mirror. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” She shuffled a bit in her seat. “Did Scrooge tell you to call me that?”

There was quiet in the car for a minute as Launchpad seemed to be thinking about her question. She was ready to tell him to forget it when he finally spoke up again.

“I don’t remember! But I don’t think so,” he said with a nod. “Did I do something wrong? Do you still use your maiden name? Or should I call you something else?”

Goldie didn’t respond to that as she looked down at the seat next to her and noticed a stray white feather. She reached down and picked it up, realizing immediately that it was Scrooge’s. A hint of an embarrassed blush came to her cheeks as she tossed the feather back down - being able to recognize the smell of Scrooge on a single feather was ridiculous.

“No,” she finally said, deciding that the unfamiliar warmth spreading through her chest was kind of...nice. “That’s fine.”

#scroldie #ducktales #goldie o'gilt #gyro fearloose #fenton crackshell-cabrera #launchpad mcquack #emily quackfaster #fic #fics #boyd #avoid the unhappy ending

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sheliesshattered · 4 years

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What fandom is the Quarantine WIP? Any details you care to share?

Quarantine is yet another of my Doctor Who WIPs, lol. I do have a bunch of unfinished stories in other fandoms too, but for this ask game I only listed out my DW fics, since that’s all I’ve been working on for the last year and a half or so.

Despite the name, I actually started Quarantine in early 2019, long before any of the pandemic stuff, so it’s unrelated to that. The set up is that sometime late s9-ish, Clara and the Doctor go to visit a planet populated by a race who look human but aren’t, and who are highly telepathic. Within five minutes of arriving, they run afoul of some local law or other and are promptly arrested and imprisoned together in a sealed room.

I have the first bit of this written, with the banter turned up to 11 12, so I’m just going to put a few hundred words of it under the cut, for anyone who is curious to hear more about this one. Thank you for the ask!

Ask me anything about my WIP fics!

Quarantine excerpt:

“So, bit of a ‘good news, bad news’ situation,” the Doctor said, removing his sonicglasses. “Good news: the replicator works and doesn’t seem intent on poisoning us. Bad news: the door isn’t just hidden, it appears to have never existed in the first place.”

“Meaning we’re stuck,” Clara said.

“It would seem so.”

“Could the wall be telepathic, like the replicator?” she asked, setting the glass of water on the table and returning to the Doctor’s side.

He raised his eyebrows, his expression telling her that the thought hadn’t occurred to him. Pocketing his sonicglasses, he reached out and pressed the pads to his fingers to the blank wall. He closed his eyes and leaned in, concentrating. Unconsciously, Clara leaned in as well, only to snap to standing when the Doctor yelped and leapt backwards from the wall.

“What happened?” she asked, concerned.

“It bit me,” he said, shaking out his hands and glowering at the wall.

“Seriously?”

“Telepathically. Kind of like touching a cattle fence, a quick jolt meant to scare.”

“Right, so, negotiating with the wall seems like a no-go.”

“Except that there was a message embedded in there...” He trailed off thoughtfully, raising one hand to press against the wall.

“Doctor—” Clara started, but didn’t get any further than that before the wall once again shocked him and the Doctor recoiled.

“Stop that!” he snapped at the wall, annoyed.

“Why would you go for seconds on the electrified wall?” she sighed.

“It’s not electrified, it’s tetchy. But more importantly, it’s trying to tell me something.”

Curious, Clara reached out towards the wall, but the Doctor smacked the back of her hand and she jerked it back towards herself instinctively. “Hey, ow!” she said, turning to him.

“And why are you trying to touch the electrified wall?” he demanded.

“You said it wasn’t electrified! And besides, I got the food replicator to work. Maybe the wall just doesn’t mesh well with all your alien weirdness.”

“My what?”

She waved vaguely at him. “Touch-telepath meets telepathic field not calibrated for touch-telepaths,” she reasoned. “Maybe it’s just information overload.”

“As far as the Nari are concerned, we’re both aliens,” the Doctor pointed out.

“And yet: food replicator success. I’m going to try it.”

“What if my superior Time Lord biology is protecting me from a much worse shock?” he countered. “What if it zaps you worse than it zapped me?”

Clara shrugged, undeterred. “If it knocks me out, try to catch me before I hit my head on the floor. And you know how to perform CPR, if it comes to that — my heart’s on the left, don’t forget.”

He sighed loudly. “Clara, we’ve talked about you going native.”

“And your duty of care, yes, I know. But we’re locked in this room with no way out, and the wall that used to be a door seems to want to tell us something. So unless you have a better idea...?”

The Doctor rolled his eyes and nodded, and then, inexplicably, began to hum Another One Bites The Dust.

She paused in the act of turning towards the wall and looked back at him. “What are you doing?” she demanded.

“Humming.”

“Yes, but why? Why that song?”

“It’s a hundred beats per minute, which is the optimal rhythm for CPR for humans. Just trying to make sure I have it in my head before the adrenaline kicks in and throws off my ability to sense the passage of time.”

Clara bit her tongue to keep from saying the first snarky thing that came to mind, and instead said, “Stayin’ Alive is generally the suggested song, I thought.”

He shrugged. “That’s a debate that’ll still be going on centuries from now. Listen, are you going to touch the tetchy wall or not?”

“I was about to! Just hush!” she said, and reached out and placed her hand flat against the blank wall, steeling herself for a shock.

There was a faint buzzing beneath her palm, but nothing uncomfortable.

“Well?” the Doctor demanded. She shushed him again and put her other hand on the wall, trying to concentrate.

Hello and welcome! the wall said cheerfully inside her head.

“Clara—”

“Shh!”

You have been arrested! the wall went on. You have been found guilty of violating Societal Placidity Codes 338561.2 and 338561.3, and have been sentenced to indefinite quarantine. Details of your crime, your sentence, and the conditions of your potential release can be found in the dossier in the desk drawer.

“Check the desk drawer,” she told the Doctor, not moving from her spot as the wall’s message continued.

Sentences cannot be appealed or commuted, and quarantine will only be lifted once the terms of your release are fulfilled. It is society’s belief that you will benefit from this sentence, as will all those around you. We hope you enjoy your stay!

“That was some Hitchhiker’s Guide level weirdness,” Clara said as the message started again from the beginning, stepping away from the wall and turning to the Doctor. “What was in the desk drawer?”

“Papers detailing our arrest,” he replied, flipping through a folder thick with stacked papers.

“Right, that’s what the wall said, for violating some code or other. It said ‘indefinite quarantine’ but it also mentioned ‘conditions of your potential release’, so I’m hoping there’s something in all that paperwork that tells us how we get out of this.”

The Doctor continued to read, his scowl deepening.

“Well, what’s it say?” she demanded after half a minute more of silence. “What law did we break? And how did we manage to break a law that quickly in the first place?”

He glanced up at her, expression guarded and worried. “Like I said, the Nari are telepaths.”

“Right. We’ve established that, with the wall and the replicator and all.”

“But not just for interacting with technology. It’s something they can immediately sense about anyone in the nearby vicinity, like being able to smell someone’s overly strong perfume. We were in violation of code three-three-eight-whatever pretty much the moment we set foot on the planet, probably offended the first dozen people we passed on the street. Enough so that some sort of telepathic pulse must have gone through the local population, alerted the authorities, and here we are in legally-mandated isolation.”

“For the benefit of all those around us,” Clara said grimly, paraphrasing what the wall had told her. “What was the law, exactly?”

“Um.”

“Doctor,” she said in a warning tone.

“It’s, uhh...” He looked back down at the papers in his hands rather than meet her gaze. “There’s two, technically. Code 338561.2 is— the TARDIS is translating the exact phrasing here as ‘unresolved romantic tension,’” he said, voice crisp and quick. “And ‘61.3 is ‘unresolved sexual tension.’ Both of which I gather the Nari consider to be a sort of environmental pollutant, not infectious but detrimental to anyone forced to witness it. To the point that they believe the best way to address it is to quarantine the offenders together, away from the rest of society.”

“What,” she demanded, her voice flat.

The Doctor winced. “Clara, please don’t make me explain this in more specific terms.”

“No, please don’t,” she said quickly. “But how do we— What’s it say about the conditions of release?”

“Well, we have to, erm. Resolve it. To the satisfaction of our cell’s built-in telepathic sensors.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“Afraid not,” he said, still not meeting her gaze.

“Indefinite quarantine.”

“Yep.”

“Until we satisfy the conditions of our release.”

“It would seem so.”

Clara bit her tongue to keep from saying a great litany of utterly unhelpful things, finally settling on, “I’m going to go into the loo, close the door, and yell very loudly. Once I’m done with that, we can brainstorm ways to get out of this mess.”

“Of course, boss.”

#calluna-cuprea #asks #replies #Doctor Who fic #my writing #Quarantine #Clara and the Doctor #I love this one so much I couldn't resist including a bit of it here #but it is so very far from finished so I don't expect it'll see the light of day anytime soon #WIP game

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dragon-kazansky · 4 years

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One year special

Chapter two - Time to party

It makes sense to speak to the characters that started this blog. My first ever post was a Fantastic Beasts post. I make my way over to the small group.

Queenie noticed me coming over and broke away from the others to greet me halfway. She pulled me into a hug which I was happy to return. She led me back over to the group, who all turned to smile at me.

It's so cool seeing them all standing in front of me.

"It makes sense for me to speak to you all. You're the guys that started my blog." I smile at them.

Newt smiles back.

"We should thank you for making us your first post."

"You'll always have a special place on my blog, after all, my URL is a Fantastic Beasts reference. You'll always be there on my page." I chuckle. "The wizarding world is fun and there is plenty for me to explore in it."

"Though don't think we haven't noticed your sights have been on someone else." Tina pointed out, nodding behind her sister where a certain wizard was standing. Glancing up, I noticed him watching. He smirked.

"Well, sometimes the villains can be the most fun to write, but that doesn't mean I don't love you lot any less."

They all smile. They know I mean well, even if I have written a lot for Grindelwald. I glance back over to see him still looking at me. Grindelwald obviously wants me to go over and talk to him, and I probably should. I turn back to the group though, Grindelwald can wait a little longer.

"Will you be writing for us again? We know you did at Christmas, but we would like to see what else you can come up with." Queenie gives me her beautiful smile.

"Of course! I won't stop writing for you just because I haven't had many ideas. Just you wait, I'll have ideas for you again soon! I'll probably do more Christmas stories for you guys again this year too." There's plenty more characters for me to write for after all.

They all nod and smile.

I can still feel Grindelwald's eyes on me. I glance over and he smirks again. I sigh softly and excuse myself. They understand and let me go. I walk over to the dark wizard slowly.

"Ah, so you are going to talk to me." He sounds smug.

"I would have got to you eventually." I grin. "Patience is harmless."

He chuckles. It's a deep sound that seems to vibrate from his chest. Much like Dracula's chuckle.

"I don't really know what to say. I write for you quite a bit. I've done many headcanons for you." I smile.

"I'm honoured. You clearly have fun writing for me."

"You're intriguing." I smirk.

"I'm glad you think so."

"I wrote a whole story about you, so you know it's true." I chuckle softly. "Actually I've written a few stories about you."

"I hope to see another in the future."

"I can't promise anything, but we'll see." I suddenly find the courage to wink at him, which seems to please him.

The Doctor pops up beside me and smiles.

"They're going to start karaoke now."

"Alright."

I don't glance back at Grindelwald as I follow her across the room, but I can feel his gaze on me. I heard him chuckle as I left his side.

The karaoke machine was set up and I see Crowley go over to take the mic. The Doctor and I go to stand by Aziraphale who had been left by himself.

The angel turns to smile at me as I stop next to him.

"Oh hello!" He says, cheerfully.

"Hello Aziraphale." I smile. "I bet it's a Queen song."

Aziraphale chuckles and nods. We watch Crowley as the music begins to play. I chuckle when the intro comes on. Yeah, it's a Queen song.

"Are you going to sing, Aziraphale?"

"Oh no, I'm quite happy just watching." He smiles.

"Me too." The Doctor chimes in.

"Awe. I was hoping we could sing something." I pout at her. She looks a little caught off guard, but smiles.

"Well, I suppose one song will be OK. She grins brightly at me.

"I can't sing very well, but that shouldn't stop us from having a good time." I chuckle. There is no one here I wouldn't feel comfortable singing for, so it should be a good laugh if anything.

The Doctor nods.

Crowley gets really into the song and even poses at the end before grabbing a drink from the table next to him and strutting over. He comes to stand in front of me and smirks, pulling his glasses down just enough to peer over the brim. I can see his bright yellow eyes.

"Though we would have to wait all night to talk to you."

"Sorry I kept you waiting. There's a lot of people here." I smile up at him. He's tall. Everyone seems much taller than me.

"You're here now, let's have a drink." He puts his arm around my shoulders and leads me over to the table he had just come from. Aziraphale and the Doctor follow silently.

Crowley tops up his glass after downing what was left and then pours me a drink. Sparkling white wine in a pretty wine glass.

"The V.I.P gets a special drink." He winks at me as he hands it over. I smile and drink some of it.

"Thank you."

Crowley keeps an arm looped around my shoulders as he looks around the room. Thor was having a go on the karaoke machine, Loki trying to avoid him nearby. Some of the other guests are dancing despite Thor's singing.

Across the room I can see Dracula and Grindelwald talking. I wonder what they're talking about. I see Dracula glance up and grin at me when he sees me looking. I smile back and turn my attention elsewhere.

I see the Master trying to make his way over, but suddenly the Doctor leaves Aziraphale's side and hurries over to him, pulling him in a different direction. I wonder what's going on there.

I feel Crowley tug me closer. I look up and see him looking at me with a grin.

"When the party gets going, we should dance." He wiggles his eyebrows.

I chuckle.

"Sure, but keep in mind that I've told Dracula I'd dance with him too. He might want to go first."

Crowley glances up at the vampire across the room.

"Suppose I don't have much choice if he comes over." He clicks his tongue.

For the rest of time the karaoke goes on, I stay with Crowley and Aziraphale. We have a wonderful conversation, Aziraphale telling me how excited he was to meet me and that he hopes an opportunity like this rises again.

I'm sure another opportunity to gather like this again will come again.

We watch as Wanda Maximoff, Queenie and Jacob, Jerome Valeska, and then Lee Scoresby take turns on the karaoke machine.

I catch the Doctor's eye and she nods at me. I notice the Master isn't with her as she meets me at the machine.

"You can pick the song." She says, looking at the machine in front of you.

"Um, OK." I look at all the songs on the machine and smile as I see one I like.

Believer - Imagine Dragons.

I listen to them a lot, so this is a song I've sung many times while listening to their stuff. I smile at the Doctor as we grab a mic each and wait for the song to come on.

I choose not to notice all the eyes on me. If they were all strangers, I wouldn't be doing this right now.

The song is certainly not a duet, but we both sing a verse each and it's a lot of fun. The Doctor is smiling which is more than I could ever ask for. I feel a sense of pride knowing I'm the reason she's smiling.

If only she smiled like this more.

When the song ends, everyone cheers. I take a bow and put the mic down.

The Doctor is grinning as she follows me away from the machine.

The karaoke is promptly turned off for now while music plays loudly. This gives everyone the excuse to dance.

I'm now standing in the centre of the room. I know what's coming as I see Crowley approach from one side, and Dracula from the other. I barely blink when Dracula comes up beside me. I turn to talk to him, asking if this was about the dance I promised him, but I'm tugged backwards gently. Crowley has just arrived, so it's not him.

I turn to see the Master smiling at me.

"First dance is mine."

I smile.

"Alright."

We leave Dracula and Crowley standing there as we go to join in on the fun. The music is upbeat, so we're just bopping along to the beat of the song. He's smiling and I once again feel proud to get the Time Lord smiling. I managed to get them both to be happy in less than an hour.

When the song comes to an end, the Doctor rushes to pull the Master away. Before I can intervene, I'm also dragged off. I turn to see Dracula.

"You owe me a dance."

"Yeah, but I didn't realise how urgent it was."

He has me face him and pulls me a little closer. I have to strain my neck to look up at him.

"This is going to be uncomfortable if I have to stand this close to you and look up." I tell him.

"Don't look up then." He grins.

I roll my eyes and take a step back. The next song has already started. I begin to bop along to the music.

Dracula eases his way into the dancing.

Unfortunately for him, my attention is being held elsewhere as I look to the side. I see Lee Scoresby making his way over. I slip from Dracula's hold to meet him halfway.

"Hey."

"Hey!" Lee grins.

Dracula isn't so pleased to see my attention is held elsewhere, but he leaves it and disappears into the crowd across the room.

"I was hoping we get to spend some time together. I have to thank you for that story you did for me." He smiles.

I smile back.

"It's my pleasure. I wish I could go on an epic adventure like everyone here, but writing about those adventures is the next best thing, and I get to share those stories with lots of amazing people."

He smiles brightly at me.

"That's an adventure by itself." He chuckles.

I smile fondly at that.

"I guess it is."

I dance with Lee for a while before deciding I want to sit down and eat something. He seemed cool with it and left to find Lyra, promising to bring her over later.

I make my way to the buffet table. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble with this and it looked amazing.

This was so far the best party I had ever been to.

#doctor who #gotham #marvel #avengers #dracula #His Dark Materials

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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Aladdin queen fic; John Deacon x reader Chap.1

*Author’s note*

So here we are with the first chapter of our Aladdin Queen fic, I hope everyone enjoyed the introduction but here we get to the real serious part, the introduction of our characters and a little bit of the roles each of them will play, or at least our main two characters you, and our beloved Deacy and of course Roger too :) Hopefully soon I can get around to doing the next chapter and getting more characters in but for now I hope you all enjoy these two parts and just have fun with it :)

Taglist:

@psychosupernatural

@plethora-of-things

@ixchel-9275

@waddles03

@geek-and-proud

@mexifangorl

@queendeakyy

@coolcxt

Chapter 1; Marketplace mischief and a chance encounter

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People never understand just how hard it is for us to make an honest living. You’re always having to resort to stealing in order to get a meal, guards everywhere are always looking for an excuse to arrest someone and it doesn’t matter the gender either. Life here in India is a struggle.

And it seemed to get more complicated especially since the kingdom that has allied itself with us, the three English Kingdoms of London, Leicester and Norfolk have come to marry off the three Princes to some of India’s well known Princesses, but every time the Princesses are denied and rejected.

Oh guess I’m getting a little too ahead of myself; the name is (y/n). I’ve lived here in this village district of Agrabah just outside of the main capital of Calcutta. I’ve lived on my own ever since I was about 8 years old when both my parents died of natural causes. Both within a year of each other first my mother and then my father.

Ever since then I had to live on my wits and become street wise. To this village I’m known either as a street mouse or cunning monkey because I can easily pick-pocket you before you can even blink. But sometimes it does take a team effort, that’s where my trusty sidekick Abu comes into play.

He’s real charming when he needs to be which is makes him real popular with the ladies giving me the chance to swipe a necklace or bracelet in order to sell it.

Currently Abu and I were looking at some brass pots, pans, bowls, cups anything you can think of when a girl around my age came up and she asked me.

“Aww your monkey is so adorable, what’s his name?” I turned to her and answered.

“Abu.”

“And where did you find him?”

“Well…..” Abu hopped onto her shoulder and walked across it acting his playful and adorable self, keeping the girl distracted as an elder woman probably her mother came up and I reached out and grabbed the cup the woman just purchased and I said. “Ohh sorry ma’am accidentally dropped this, thank you for catching it.”

The mother grabbed her daughter as Abu leapt back onto my shoulder and I bid the two of them a good day. However it was short lived when I noticed the mom talk to a guard and the two of them turned towards me.

“Uh-oh.” Abu then took off towards the building making his escape while I made my own. I passed and ducked through people and hopped over carriages carrying people’s marketed goods. I even had some people yelling at me as I would bump into them telling me to watch where I was going.

I soon met up with Abu as he hopped back onto my shoulder and the two of us jumped over a wall onto a different pathway. I adjusted my shirt and I said as I looked around for any guards.

“How’d we do Abu?” he then revealed the girl’s golden necklace. I pocketed it away and scratched behind his head. “Good monkey.”

We then took our findings over to Madam Azula, the local dealer for our food for the week. Her shop was crowded with people looking for an honest trade of what they had to offer. But as soon as she saw me, she said not even looking at me.

“Whatever it is you have stolen for me (y/n), I am not interested in!”

“Whoa, whoa what? Steal me? Never. C’mon Azula you owe me what can I get with this? It was my grandmother’s necklace.”

“I give you a bag of dates. Nothing more.”

“No Azula we both know this is at least worth three—”

“Take your bag of dates and get out of my face. Next!” People shouted at me to move and get out. I sighed heavily and grabbed the bag she had tossed at me and walked out in a huff.

One measly bag of dates, this’ll hardly last us a day. I reached into the small bag and pulled out a date for Abu.

“Well hard living ehh Abu?” he took the date and immediately began eating it. I leaned up against the wall but before I could take a date out for myself, I looked down to see a mother and her two young children sitting there.

The young boy looked up at me and I immediately knew how he felt. I turned to Abu and he just placed his meal underneath his tony fez. I looked down at the bag and knew this wouldn’t help me but—it could help someone else.

I knelt down and handed the boy my bag and he smiled at me and took it from my hand. I winked at him and playfully shushed at him to be quiet and then walked away.

Just because most of these people would rather live and fend for themselves, doesn’t mean that I’m willing to turn a blind eye to someone even worse off than me. I would rather let a child eat and survive another day than to let them die when they barely got to live their lives. I didn’t want them to go through what I went through.

*3rd Person POV*

Along the same stretch where (y/n) had disappeared off two. Two young men in royal robes covering their faces walked through the condensed marketplace.

They definitely weren’t some of the locals because one thing they were both white skinned and if you could see through the hood, they both had long brown and blonde hair while many of the Indian people had black hair that went past their shoulders.

They walked through the markets as merchants proclaimed out their deals.

“Buy a pot! No finer pots in brass or silver!”

“Sugar dates, sugar dates and figs. Sugar dates and pistachios!”

“Excuse me sir, would you like to buy a necklace for your lovely lady friend?” the brown haired boy turned and turned to his blonde friend and the two of them shook their heads no.

“God why must everyone confuse me with a woman!?” the blonde hissed.

“To be honest Roger with your features and long blonde hair you’d make a convincing woman. Remember that time in Paris?”

“I thought I told you never to bring that up John!” the man known as Roger threatened. “Besides you’re one to talk spaniel. Remember that Spanish princess who kept comparing you to her cocker spaniel?”

“Touché Roger.” It was then John saw a young girl around 4-5, she was covered with dust and dirt and she looked so malnourished for someone her age. But what broke John’s heart was that no one had come to help this poor girl.

“Poor little lamb. It sickens me that some people can just ignore a hungry child like this. It’s just like back home.” Roger said. John soon took the plunge and he walked up towards her.

When she noticed a shadow standing over her, she turned around and shielded away. John knelt down so that he wouldn’t be as intimidating to her and he removed his hood and he gave her a soft smile.

“Hello love, what’s your name?”

“Xara.”

“Xara, that’s a beautiful name. Are you hungry Xara?” She nodded shyly and John smiled warmly down at her. He then took one of the bread rolls and gave it to her. “Here you go.” She smiled and suddenly hugged him.

John was startled at first but he accepted it and gently hugged her back before she took off running. As John stood up, Roger came up to him and he said.

“I swear Deacy out of the three of us, you need to become a father first. You’re a natural born father.”

“Yeah, but I would rather have a child born out of love, not because of a civic duty to produce an heir.”

“C’mon I saw some fine jewelry over there.” But just before they left, the merchant running the bread cart spoke up to them seeing John merely give the bread away without paying.

“You’d better be able to pay for that.” The two men turned back towards the Indian man. He went up to John and gripped his arm tightly and snarled, “Nobody steals from my cart!”

“I’m sorry sir, I—I don’t have any money.” John said trying to calm the man down.

“THIEF!!” the man exclaimed as he dragged John towards his cart.

“Wait hold on pal listen, if you just let us go to the palace we can get some from the kings of England!” Roger called out trying to set John free from the man’s grip.

“Keep out of this woman!” the cart owner hissed as he shoved Roger aside and two assistant workers held Roger back. “Do you know what the penalty is for stealing!?” the merchant said to John as he slammed his arm down and raised his sword up.

“No! No please!” John pleaded. Roger tried to get free but the two men had an iron grip on him. Just before John thought he was about to have his arm cut off, a hand stopped the merchant in his place.

*My POV*

I had heard of a commotion going on near Jamal’s cart. There I saw a boy around my age standing before Jamal, his arm being held down forcefully and Jamal was about to cut his arm off.

This crazy old coot was always focused on the old ways of punishment, steal his bread, lost a limb. I quickly raced over and stopped Jamal just before he could lower his sword any further.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa Jamal calm down. He didn’t know any better I’ve been trying to teach these guys the way things are done around here.”

“You know this boy (y/n)?” I turned towards the boy as he managed to get his arm free from Jamal’s grip.

“Sadly yes. He’s my fiancé, and that is his cousin over there. They’re kinda—you know.” I twirled my finger around my head doing the crazy signal. I heard a scoff behind me. As Jamal freed himself from my grip and put his sword back to his hip he sneered out.

“That one claimed to know the English kings!”

“English kings? Ha! They think the monkey is the Sultan.” I laughed out gesturing towards Abu. Abu looked at me confused and that’s when the blonde one suddenly claimed out.

“Ohhh wise Sultan!” He fell to his knees in a bow and it was then the brunette fell to his knees following his friend’s plan and he said as he too bowed before Abu.

“How may we serve thee!” Abu then chattered away almost regally as he hopped onto the brunette’s shoulder and patted on his head.

“Tragic I know Jamal, but that’s love for you.” I walked away from him and helped the blonde up first. “Up you go cousin in law, and you my love. Time for you both to go see the Doctor again.” I had both my arms wrapped around each of their shoulders.

“What are you doing?” asked the brunette.

“Just trust me okay?” Abu then snuck something into my hand and I quickly turned towards Jamal holding a silver ring with an onyx black jewel at the center and I said. “Here for the bread payment.”

“What? No wait that’s my—”

“And an apple for your troubles Jamal, good day!”

“No! No! No I’m not leaving….”

“Come along you two.”

“No!” I dragged them both and that’s when the brunette hissed at me. “I won’t leave without my ring!”

“You mean this ring?” I said as I showed him his ring back that was now along my tall finger.

“Whoa how did you—” the blonde asked me. But we were soon caught as Jamal cried out my name and the chatter of guards coming after us.

Play video

“Are we in trouble?” asked the brunette.

“Only if you get caught.” I said cockily. “Both of you go down that ally. Monkey knows the way.” Abu looked at me annoyed. “Abu!” I scowled him. He hopped onto the blonde’s shoulder and he pointed to his butt as he raspberried gesturing to them. “You both will be fine.” They then took off and I walked on ahead grinning.

I spun around and raised my hand in the air showing off the man’s ring that I had swiped back as I exclaimed before taking off running.

“Looking for this Jamal?”

“(Y/n) you street mouse!” I heard Jamal cry out as some guards came after me.

As two guards came at me from either side of me, I slide underneath the legs of one of them and headed down towards an alley leaving the two guards to try and get back up after colliding with each other. I raced down the alley till I came to Alecia’s cart, I used her cart as extra leverage to get up onto the poles that were up a few feet.

I grinned down at the guards as they called out my name and swung from pole to pole before reaching the end. Then using my head and my feet, I supported my body and slowly spun down till I touched down on the ground and took off running to meet up with the two boys.

All the while having a little fun with the guards, ducking under pillars, sliding down poles and jumping carts like a skillful cat while they kept crashing into things like an elephant in a china shop.

*Me*

Gotta keep one jump ahead of the breadline One swing ahead of the sword I steal only what I can't afford And that's everything

One jump ahead of the lawmen That's all, and that's no joke These guys don't appreciate I'm broke

*Guards*

Riff raff! Street rat! Scoundrel!

*Me* Take that!

I met up with the guys and pointed for them to go that way. It was then I noticed the blonde’s dagger which I quickly swiped as I gripped onto a rope nearby. I cut the rope which allowed the sacks of sand to plummet down while my end of the rope went up towards the building beside us.

I taunted the guys as I put the dagger away in my pouch as I leaned up against the red door of the building. Suddenly it opened up and I rolled inside. Turned out this was my old school that I was forced to attend for women. I had quite a rep but that’s a different story for another time.

But let’s just say the other girls look up to me like a hero, doing things that no other Indian woman has had the courage to do, however our teacher Mrs. Dalia didn’t agree, and took every opportunity to ‘whip’ me into shape with that ruler of hers. *Me*

Try a different tac', guys

*Guards*

Rip her open 'Round the back guys

*Me* I can take a hint, gotta face the facts Could really use a friend or two

*School girls*

Oh, it's sad, (y/n)'s hit the bottom She's become a one-woman rise in crime *Teacher*

I'd blame parents, 'cept she hasn't got 'em *Me*

Gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat Tell you all about it when I got the time

I dodged Mrs. Dalia’s attempts to whip my butt (and I mean that literally) as well as the guards that soon barged in. I ducked out of the window and hopped onto one of the blanket roofs allowing the guard that came after me to fall down towards the ground. While I had bounced back into the room and stood back to back with the Captain.

The two of us spun around each other till I grabbed his dagger and held it out as I crouched along the window.

He turned towards me but I held his own weapon against him and lunged it forward which he dodged but I leaned back and began hopping from blanket to blanket roof till I landed on top of a cart before landing right to the ground.

“You know you could’ve used the stairs right?” asked the brunette as he and his friend helped me up.

“Where’s the fun in that?” We casually walked along till we reached the street and I held my arm out till a cart came right by us and I gripped the brunette’s hand and like a whip, he and his friend followed me lead as the three of us hitched a ride down along the road.

*Me*

One jump ahead of the slowpokes One skip ahead of my doom Next time gonna use a nom de plume One jump ahead of the hitmen One hit ahead of the flock I think I'll take a stroll around the block

We got off the cart and headed down another alleyway with the guards chasing after us. We ducked past people before finally reaching a stairway that would lead us up to a roof. I first allowed the boys to go up first then I followed and thanks to old man Qassim for blocking our path, we were allowed some extra time.

*Guards*

Stop, thief! *Amara*

Vandal! *Me*

Abu! Scandal!

*Me*

Let's not be too hasty *Qassim*

Still I think she's rather tasty *Me*

Gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat Otherwise we'd get along

*Guards*

Wrong!

As the guards began to withdraw their swords, I pushed the platform with my foot and they went falling backwards right into the flower shop. I saluted them and I went over to the boys as I stood along a platform plank.

“Together on three.” I told them.

“Together on three.” Repeated the blonde.

“We jump.” I continued.

“We jump!?” answered the brunette in shock.

“Why are you both repeating everything I say? The pole both of you use it.” They stepped back as did I and I began to count us down. And as I said, on three, the three of us raced towards the edge and I took the leap of faith towards the other building just below us.

I rolled along the blankets and bags and I saw the blonde land shortly beside me.

“Wait where’s your friend?” we both looked and saw that he was still standing on the roof of the previous building.

“Mate what the hell!?”

“Sorry!” he apologized. Okay, okay now we’re gonna have to improvise since the polls long gone now.

“Here, follow my steps.” I helped him up along the roof and he climbed up as best he could while I stayed on the ground and looked towards the brunette. “Hey, look at me okay!” He turned and looked right at me. “You can do this. If he can, you can too.”

He nodded and backed up and he suddenly took off running because the guards suddenly appeared up onto the roof and just like me, he took a quick leap of faith like a black buck leaping over a creek. He rolled over along the ground and I helped him onto his feet.

“Nice leap.” I commented.

“Thanks.” He exhaled.

“C’mon onto the roof.” His friend helped us up onto the roof and I quickly thought of another plan as a sure fire way to get them to not follow us. I grabbed a rolled up carpet and pointed in the direction of some crates, pots and old boxes for them to hide in.

I grabbed a rope and quickly ran over the side of the building and dropped the carpet down into the shop below while I swung into the open window of the building I had just jumped off of.

*Me*

One jump ahead of the hoofbeats One hop ahead of the hump One trick ahead of disaster They're quick, but I'm much faster Here goes Better throw my hand in,

Wish me happy landin All I gotta do is jump!

*3rd Person POV*

The guards as well as some of the villagers all gathered around to see the cloud of dust erupt from the building where they thought (y/n) had fallen into. The guards from the roof looked at each other and just walked away.

From below the people began to disburse and back on the roof John and Roger peeked out as soon as they saw the two guards leave. They looked towards the edge to see the girl’s monkey go up along the edge looking worriedly.

“Oh my god I think she’s dead.” Roger whispered. Suddenly a hand was thrown over the side of the building. They both gasped before calming down and soon pulling herself up was (y/n) alive and unharmed. Abu jumped in joy chattering away and that’s when (y/n) said.

“C’mon. I know a place where we can hide till all goes quiet.”

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Nine: Quick Exit ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uzumaki Naruto ] [ SasuHina, blood, vulgarity, smoking ] [ Verse: Oil and Blood ] [ AO3 Link ]

In the middle of the morning, Hinata snaps awake, eyes wide and breath curt with a gasp. She was having the strangest dream about an old warehouse, and a gunfight, and -

...oh. Right. That was just her day yesterday bleeding into her dreams.

In spite of herself, Hinata goes slack atop her bed. What a day it was. In fact, what a few weeks it’s been, now. Saving a member of a yakuza, having to dodge his attempts to repay her, and then the firefight yesterday when a rival faction mistook her as someone actually important, and kidnapped her in hopes of getting information on their enemies.

Meanwhile Hinata was completely clueless, dragged into a turf war she had no real business in.

And now, well...she has no idea what’s going to happen to her.

She got the day off from work, thank the gods. And Sasuke is likely still downstairs guarding her apartment from any unwanted Senju guests. Now he owes her even more than he did for saving her life, getting her mixed up in all of this.

In all honesty, Hinata would be fine with them just...leaving her alone! But she knows it won’t be that simple, now. Though the Uchiha saved her the only way they could - by storming the hideout - that likely only solidified her status as some kind of target. Even if the Senju assume they only came for the doctor dragged in with her...Hinata knows there’s little escaping them.

Especially since their leader Tobirama now knows who she is. Or rather...who her father is. She’s not the important factor. If he still believes her worth something to attempt to blackmail Hiashi, she might not be safe, regardless.

Of course...she highly doubts Hiashi would cooperate, anyway. He disowned her years ago for her defiance against his business dealings. She’s likely worthless to him. He might still have some feelings for her as his daughter - some semblance of loyalty or parental love. But given that he basically dumped her on the street for questioning him...she won’t hold her breath.

So...where to go from here? She has no idea. All she does know is that - as of yesterday - there’s little chance of getting her old life back. Not that it was much of a life, working a base-pay job that both stressed her out and collided with her morals. And otherwise lurking at home when not working behind her company’s back.

...maybe Suigin-san could hire her if she gets fired. She doesn’t know much about the medical in practice, but...maybe the doc needs a receptionist. It’s not like she’s not familiar with how the insurance works.

Sighing, she brings an arm up over her eyes. The little bit of leftover takeout she gobbled the night before is already digested, if her stomach’s pining for food is any clue. But she doesn’t have much in the way of supplies...she’ll have to make a grocery run. But is that safe…?

Bringing a hand to her comm mod, she dictates a text for Sasuke.

I need to run errands. Am I free to leave?

In the interim, she abandons the clothes she simply fell asleep in, having lacked the motivation or energy to change the night before. Tugging on her pants, she receives a reply.

I’ll go with you.

That gets her to blanche. Don’t you need a break?

Took one last night - someone covered me overnight. Came back this morning, I’m fine.

Hinata hesitates. Does she really want to be seen in public with him…?

...of course, she’s already pretty much a known associate by the people who are the biggest threat, so...what else does she have to lose?

...okay. I’ll be quick. Sorry for the inconvenience.

It’s either this, or sit here and do nothing while the others figure out what to do with you.

...oh. She hadn’t considered that.

Putting on a jacket and making her way down to the ground level, she finds him leaning idly against her building nearby the door and smoking a cigarette. He does indeed look rested, and his outfit has changed. Which...is good, given there’d been some blood on what he’d been wearing before. Makes sense, given his...activities. “...ready to go?”

“Where we headed?”

“I usually just go to a place down the street…”

“You don’t do delivery?”

“Some things I like doing the old fashioned way,” is her reply, which to her surprise earns a chuckle. “...what?”

“Nothing. You’re just...weird.”

Her cheeks puff a hair in a pout. “What’s so weird about that?”

“Just not what most people do. Hell, even I typically have things dropped off. Feels like a waste of time, otherwise.”

“I don’t know, I just...like to look around.”

“Mhm...like you said, old fashioned.”

A bit ruffled, Hinata stuffs her hands in her pockets, leading the way as Sasuke falls into step a bit behind her. “...so, um...have you heard anything about w-what happened yesterday?”

“Bits and pieces. We dealt a decent blow, and Tobirama’s scrambling. Apparently he’s pretty pissed he’s failed at killing me twice now in so many weeks.” At her curious glance, he expounds, “My father leads the Uchiha...sort of. His father, Madara, is still around and calls shots...but Fugaku’s still de facto leader. Madara and Tobirama - and Tobi’s brother Hashirama - have some pretty bad personal blood between them.”

“...I see.”

“As for what’s going to happen to you,” he goes on, knowing that’s what she’s really curious about, “we’re still talking. See, Suigin’s an asset. She directly benefits the gang, and she gets paid. But everything with you is less...official. You saved a member’s life, but you’re not a member, nor are you on the gang payroll like she is. So figuring out what you’re supposedly allowed in terms of protection and all that is a bit...up in the air.”

“...oh…”

“But either way,” Sasuke continues, pausing for another drag, “I’m going to take care of it.”

“But -?”

“But nothing. You saved my ass, and I repaid you by almost getting you killed. Least I can do is keep you from getting killed for a while, whether my father wants me to or not. Yakuza might do some shitty things, but we still have honor in some regards. And debt is one of them. Until we’re square, you’re stuck with me.”

Hinata gives a quiet sigh. “...I guess there’s no c-changing your mind…”

“Nope. I know this is all gonna affect your life and livelihood, so...we’ll have to hash out the details. Obviously your job might be at risk if people start noticing me hanging around...but at the same time, that’s the only way to keep Senju off your ass.”

“Yeah, I was...w-wondering about that.”

“...guess if it comes down to it, I’ll find you a new job.”

“Wh-?!”

“Cuz that’ll be my fault, too. And I’ve got connections.”

Hinata bristles. “This is getting r-ridiculous!”

“Well, it’s that or we could have you moved, your identity changed...the whole shebang. Up to you,” he offers, giving her a glance and drawing from his cig again. “...being yakuza tied is tough business. Guess I should have warned you, but...well, I don’t think either of us imagined it ending up quite like this, huh?”

“...no.”

They reach the store, Hinata stepping through the automatic doors with Sasuke behind her. Activating a cart, it glides alongside her as she starts quickly stocking up on the essentials. Because apparently...she might be on house arrest for longer than she imagined.

All the while, Sasuke stands casually behind her, hands in his pockets and the butt of his cigarette between his lips.

“...want anything?”

“Huh?”

“You’re here, you might as well get something,” Hinata explains, setting several instant ramen cups into her cart.

That earns a snort. “I’m fine.”

“Want a...candy bar or something?”

“I don’t like sweets.”

“What?!”

Eyes narrowing, Sasuke then tugs her back around the end of the aisle, her cart following like a puppy. “...hold up.”

Oh for goodness’ sake, now what?!

Stock still, Hinata listens as a few more customers walk through the door. It’s a rowdy group of young men their age, Hinata curiously leaning out to peek.

“Don’t do that.”

“But we can’t -?” Turning to look at him, she sees Sasuke staring out oddly...and then it clicks.

Right. Rinnegan model. Instantly bypasses just about any surveillance security and grants access to nearby cameras. He doesn’t have to look...the store’s doing that for him.

“...damn it.”

“What? Senju?”

“Sort of...long story. I know the blond. He’s a pain in my ass.”

“Is...is he dangerous?”

“...no. But I don’t need him seeing me. It’ll just stir up more trouble. I need to make a quick exit…” He then glances to her, Rinnegan turned in its socket. “...think you can handle checkout? I can meet you outside.”

“...yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Just buzz me if something goes down.”

“Okay…” Watching him slink around the back, Hinata takes a moment to breathe before heading to the front of the shop.

The group of men is still there, browsing the cheap tablets bearing various news and articles...among other entertainments. Eyeing them warily, she starts running things through the machine to tally up her total and remove the security on the items.

“Whoa, hold up…”

Tensing, she keeps going, avoiding eye contact as one approaches.

“...Hinata-chan?”

Jolting, she looks up, finding a nostalgic pair of blue eyes. “...Naruto-kun…?”

Wait...blond...is this the one Sasuke was…?

“Holy crap! It’s been ages! You, like...totally vanished after school!” the Uzumaki goes on, grinning widely and clearly excited to see her. “You look...kinda different. Where have you been?”

“Oh, just...w-working. You know...boring life stuff…”

“Dude, I’d love to catch up sometime! You live local?”

“Er...well…”

“Oi.”

The pair both turn to see Sasuke standing nearby. Naruto stiffens, Hinata just looking warily between them. “...Sasuke…?”

“Leave her alone. She’s clearly trying to get her shit done and leave. You’re holding her up.”

“Wh-? This long since you’ve seen me, and that’s how you say hello?”

“Who says I want to say hello? You’re holding her up.”

“What do you care?”

“Because I’m waiting for her, dumbass.”

Blond brows furrow. “...you know her?”

“In a manner of speaking. We’ve got places to be, so save your sap for some other time.”

“Good to see you’re still an asshole,” Naruto mutters, stuffing hands into his jacket pockets.

“Like I give a shit what you think.”

“Look, guys...p-please,” Hinata cuts in, lifting placating hands. “It...it’s fine! Naruto-kun, um...here, I’ll...give you my contact info. We’ll talk later, o-okay? Really. It’s okay. But I...I really should be going.”

Still glowering at the Uchiha, Naruto replies, “...yeah, sure…”

Transferring the proper data, she gives him a strained smiled. “...it...it really was nice seeing you again.”

“...just take care of yourself, Hinata-chan,” he offers, eyes still trained on Sasuke. “Don’t want you getting mixed up in the wrong crowd.”

“...I...I’ll bear that in mind. Have - have a good day!” Things bought and bagged, she gives a nervous grin before fleeing, Sasuke on her heels. “...what the hell was that?”

“Long story,” Sasuke mutters. “...but he’s got Senju ties.”

“...is he…?”

“He’s not yakuza, but he benefits from them. Vague family ties...like I said, long story. As you can imagine...that doesn’t make us best friends anymore.”

Her ears perk at that. ...anymore…?

“Anyway...let’s get you home. Sorry for butting in, but...I wasn’t sure if he’d have heard about you.”

“...that’s okay. Um...I hope that wasn’t too...inconvenient…?”

“I’ll get over it. Mostly it’s just a stroke to my temper. Good news is he seemed clueless...but he might not stay that way, so...keep your guard up with him, okay?”

Hinata gives Sasuke a glance. He has a point, but… “...okay. I will.”

“Good.”

.oOo.

(This is a sequel to days 250, 254, 269, 300, and 303!) More cyberpunk! I am so falling in love with both this little series and this genre, it's just so cool xD And now we have a new player on the field: Naruto! And given his ties to the Senju...this might get rather...interesting. How? I...don't know yet, but we'll figure it out as we go, as we always do with these, lol Buuut yeah, I'm...uber tired as usual so I'll call it there - irl is a WEE BIT stressful today and will be for...a while :'D So I'll sign off for now. Thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #uzumaki naruto #gun //#blood //#vulgarity //#smoking //#oil and blood [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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Big Hero 7: The Series

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Big Hero 7 S2

El Fuego

*Its so happened to be a dark night at the maximum prison where Yama, the notorious gang leader from Good Luck ally and foe to Hiro Hamada and Cora Mizichio, is sitting at his cell abiding his time. Soon enough, MegaYama had arrived and swiftly defeated the security guards and start smashing the wall where Yama is behind.*

Yama: Yes! New Mega Yama! Get me out of here!

*That is when the flying figure of Baymax with Hiro and Cora arrives to the scene.*

Hiro: Baymax! Clothesline!

*With one fist out Baymax punches Mega Yama, throwing him away from the wall. Not hearing the sound of rock being pounded Yama calls out to his robot.*

Yama: Whats going on? New Mega Yama why did you stop smashing?!

*Baymax lands as the rest of Big Hero 7 joins them.*

Fred: Nice take down Omega Danger-

*That's when Mega Yama's fist punches Baymax, along with Hiro and Cora, away and over the wall.*

Fred: He can't handle all four of AUGH!

*Mega Yama takes his grasp around Fred as he spins around and throws him to Wasabi and Honey Lemon, knocking them down and leaving Gogo to him, Mega Yama raises his foot ready to stomp on Gogo when she quickly summons her hover disc to shield herself from Mega Yama's foot. But the pressure too strong for her alone.*

Gogo: Uh guys? Honey ?

*Gogo continues to struggles until the gang soon join her to push back against Mega Yama's foot.*

Honey Lemon: Push harder!

Fred: *Straining* I'm known for my wit! Not my strength!

*Honey Lemon peeks up from the disc when they no longer felt the impending pressure of Mega Yama's foot.*

Honey Lemon: Yay! he gave up!

*A quick grab of Wasabi from Mega Yama's claws proved her other wise.*

Wasabi: Spoke too soon!

*Fred quickly catches Wasabi just as Baymax comes flying back to join the fight. Mega Yama pushes them down as Hiro and Cora fall off and land far away. mega Yama goes towards the two teens ready to stomp on them when Baymax's fists punches him in the back and into the wall, shutting the robot menace down.*

Hiro: Thanks Baymax.

Cora: We owe ya big time buddy.

Baymax: Your welcome.

*The gang cheer around Baymax leaving Yama confused*

Yama: What happened? Where'd you gone to Mega Yama? Hurry before Big Hero 7 shows up!

*It was then they later traveled to their chosen night out: Mech Wrestling. it was an event where wrestlers don on their mech suits and join in a fight before hundreds of people while putting up a main act. The gang had agreed to join up to see it... but it took more convincing for Cora's father to let Cora go. After begging and swearing they would not let Cora be hurt her agreed... on one condition...*

Mizuchi: Excuse us ma'm..

*They all sit down at their seat while Mizuchi tries to not block anyone's view of the show. Finally he settled on laying across the bleachers of the gang with Baymax acting as a head comforter.*

Cora: Sorry Papa..

Mizuchi: No no, its fine. You can see the show right?

Honey Lemon: We can see well sir!

Mizuchi: Cool... I wonder if Kage had ever ventured to these sort of things...

*And so the announcer starts up his pitch as the audience starts to get wild.*

Announcer: Welcome fight fans! Its time for Mech Wrestling Madness!

Honey Lemon: *Covering her ears and talking loudly* I've never been to a mech wrestling match!

Cora: *Also covering her ears* Me neither! Is it always this loud?

Baymax: sounds under 85 decibels are generally considered safe.

Honey Lemon: So is it safe?

Baaymax: No.

Gogo: Too Loud, too fake, to me.

Hiro: But its fun. You know, cheering for the good guy, booing for the bad guy.

Gogo: Or both.

Fred: I love Mech Wrestling so much That I actually tried to buy the league! But I was outbid by an anonymous-

Announcer: Everyone! Put your hands together for the new owner of Mech Wrestling Federation... Richardson Mole!

*Richardson Mole arrives in the smoke, no doubting upsetting Fred to the core.*

Fred: WWWHHHYYYY?!

Wasabi: You OK buddy?

Fred: *Clearly not OK* Oh hohoho I will be! Once I take something from Mole he wants more than anything!

Wasabi: So... not OK?

Mizuchi: Is this Mole the same mole that had threatened your secret identities for Fred's possessions and to be a member of your team?

Hiro: Pretty much. Along side being Fred's enemy.

Mizuchi: I see... *To Fred* We'll talk about this!

Fred: *Not really paying Attention* OK.

Announcer: Now for the main event! He brings the heat, he loves to cheat! He's a bad guy with bad breath! El~ Fuego!

*The Mech Wrestler El Fuego is a Mexican man whose mech armor is composed of flames. The crowd boos at El Fuego.*

El Fuego: Keep booing! Keep booing! Its just more fuel for El Fuego!

*Its there that Honey Lemon lets it go.*

Honey Lemon: Get ready to get extinguished El Fuego! You're going down son!

*Everyone around Honey Lemon look at her as if she smacked someone's grandma to the ground.*

Honey Lemon: Sorry, I guess I just got wrapped up in the moment.

*Gogo lightly blushes at her girlfriend before quickly turning around in a small huff of whatever.*

Announcer: And his opponent! He's Mech Elite! He can't be beat! He's the good guy whose smile can light up the room! Uncle~ Samurai!

*The crowd cheers wildly at the 'heroic' mech wrestler appearing before them. The two mech wrestlers go head to head as Uncle Samurai throws El Fuego to the ring post shouting 'feel the revolution!'. After throwing in a couple punches Uncle Samurai pushes himself to the ropes to launch himself-*

Honey Lemon: End him Uncle Samurai! *calms down* You're doing so great!

*With his attention back to the fight Uncle Samurai is quickly yanked by El Fuego to which he gives the red, white, and blue mech wrestler a punch. Making the team wince and Mizuchi to cover Cora's eyes.*

Cora: Papa!

Gogo: Fake...

*The crowd boos as El Fuego spins Uncle Samurai around, winding up for his next move.*

Fred: Ah snap! El Fuego's about to do his signature mech slam! The sparkler!

*El Fuego spins faster and faster, making Baymax activate his nurse bot mode.*

Baymax: severe dizziness can lead to extreme nausea.

Hiro: Don't worry Baymax, its not real its for show.

*That is when El Fuego throws him off the ring and into the bleachers, rendering El Samurai unconscious.*

Mole: Hey! That's against the rules!

*That's when he rips off his jacket to reveal a referee shirt.*

Fred: Ah come on! Conflict of interest! You can't be the owner and the ref!

Mole: *To El Fuego* You just got your first warning!

El Fuego: Ah warning Ooh~

*Uncle Samurai soon regains consciousness and is struggling to get up.*

Baymax: Uncle Samurai may be in need of medical attention.

Gogo: He's fine.

*Soon enough Uncle Samurai gets up and is ready for more.*

Uncle Samurai: No surrender! Yes!

*That is when behind Uncle Samurai's back El Fuego grabs a piece of the bleachers and is ready to whack him.*

Hiro: This is classic! While the ref is conveniently distracted! El Fuego is able to cheat.

Mole: Hi Dream girl~ You pinned my heart.

Honey Lemon and Gogo: *Holding hands* We're dating!

*Mole sighs before he blows a kiss at Gogo… only for Gogo to promptly smack it away and kiss Honey Lemon full on the lips.*

Cora: Yes! *Pumps hands up*

*Once the kiss ends Honey Lemons giggles madly as she hugs her girlfriend while Gogo gives a satisfied, smug, smirk. Wrapping her arm around her tall girlfriend.*

El Fuego: Yes, kiss it goodbye.. to a dramatic combat!

*He whacks Uncle Samurai away, resulting in the patriotic samurai to launch himself forward only to be knocked down the floor.*

Announcer: Looks like a whole new meaning to getting benched!

*El Fuego gets up and launches himself up in the air where he uses his elbow to pin Uncle Samurai down to the ground.*

Honey Lemon: Hey he cheated! Tag me! Tag me in!

Cora: Uh?... *To Gogo* Is Honey Lemon this passionate when she gets to new things?

Gogo: Yes.

*El Fuego tries to smirk but the look from Mole is enough to make him begrudengly pick Uncle Samurai up and make his arms move around to appear that Uncle Samurai is defeating him. Soon enough Uncle Samurai for real finishes up the job and wins against El fuego.*

Crowd and Mole: One... two... Three!

Honey Lemon: Yes! That's what I'm talking about!

Baymax: You're being dangerously loud.

Honey Lemon: Sorry, but OMG that was so much fun! *To Cora and Mizuchi* What do you guys think?

Cora; Its fine! Kind of exciting. Maybe we can invite Uncle Kage and Chara sometime.

Mizuchi: I'll talk about that later...

*When the arena cleared out the staff is cleaning it up when El Fuego goes up to Mole.*

Mole: Ah, if it isn't the best heel in business!

El Fuego: *Getting off the mech Suit* I'm sick of loosing on purpose! You know I'm the best wrestler! Period!

Mole: Bad Guys never win in wrestling.

*El Fuego picks Mole up by the shirt growling angerly.*

Mole: You're a heel! And the heel's job is to make the face look good!

*El Fuego growls angrily before he drops Mole and walks away.*

Mole: See?! Total heel move!

*The next morning the Gogo, Hiro, Wasabi and Baymax all meet up at the café where Fred goes on his spew of words as he vows revenge against Richardson Mole.*

Fred: Richardson will rue the day he took something from me that I wanted! Again!

*However, the rest of his friends were not so much as paying attention to him.*

Fred: Uh hello? Earth to Best Friends I'm vowing revenge here!

Gogo: *Nonchalant* Great, we heard it before. You vow revenge-

wasabi: Set off on some ridiculous vendetta-

Hiro: Just to prove your better than richardson.

Baymax: It has never ended well.

Cass: Hey guys!

*the gang look up to see Aunt Cass carrying her tray of coffee mugs.*

Cass: Where's Cora and Honey Lemon?

Gogo: Honey's at her new happy place.

Hiro: And Cora's spending the day with her grandmother.

Cass: That's interesting. What's Honey Lemon's new happy place?

*None other then the Mech Wrestling league of course.*

Honey Lemon: Bring it on Fuego! Uncle Samurai is gonna dance on your face!

Esme: Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ you're loud!

Miyuki: Of all things Honey Lemon had to enjoy...

*Honey Lemon invited/dragged her SFAI friends, Miyuki Frost and Esme, to the Mech Wrestling event as well to get them into the hype. It had mixed results: Miyuki uses this as a time to work on her sketching for mech, while Esme mutters about the way the 'villain' and 'hero' are framed in Spanish. As of now El Fuego and Uncle Samurai are duking it out at the ring. El Fuego picks his enemy up and spins him in the air before slamming him to the floor.*

Crowd: *Boos at El Fuego*

Honey Lemon: Yeah! Go ahead! Celebrate now you're going down in a minute son!

El Fuego: You're just fanning the Fuego!

Esme: Have to admit, he's definitely buying into his role.

*El fuego then throws Uncle Samurai across the ring before he uses the strings to beat his opponent to the ground more. He stands on top as some of the crowd cheers on the action, but the watchful eye of Mole is quick to tell him to make sure he loses anyway...however... This time El Fuego will not lose on purpose. He cracks his neck as he steps towards Uncle Samurai and gives him the beating of a lifetime before he dives him headfirst to the floor via his jets. It results in him on top of Uncle Samurai as he uses Mole, the referee, to announce his victory. Much to the shock of Honey Lemon and others, Miyuki taking note of it before resuming sketching, and Esme giving a sly smirk. Finally, the banner of the winner is El Fuego.*

El Fuego: That's right! The heel is the winner!

*Soon enough the station is clearing out with some of the crowd still chattering about El Fuego's sudden victory when Miyuki notes something.*

Miyuki: Dang it I left my sketchbook!

Esme: Hold on, I'll get it!

*She rushes back in time to the doors and swiftly goes to the bleachers where the sketchbook is. She picks it up only to see El Fuego, outside his Mech Suit, go towards his stand as he gloats his victory. Good thing the bleachers were dark or he would had easily spotted her.*

El fuego: All hail the new heel champion!

*That's when Mole steps in*

Mole: I don't think so! Pack up your mech suit El Fuego! Your fired!

El Fuego: Fired? I'm the greatest Mech Wrestler this league has ever seen! Not to mention how I'm 'the bad guy' against some gringo who barely puts in any effort to actually fight back! I earned my place here!

Mole: That's the thing! You're the bad guy! Bad Guys don't win! Its not good for business!

*And so the banner flops loosely off the wall.*

El Fuego: You'll regret this. I'm bigger than this league! And I'm going to prove it!

*He stomps away from the arena, growling underneath his breath along with some cuss words in Spanish. This Esme uses to get back to her friends while carrying the sketch book and quickly relay what she saw.*

Miyuki: Basically, El Fuego was tired of purposely loosing to Uncle Samurai cause he actually earned his title along with the fact he's white-

Honey Lemon: So he went against Mole and won.. but got fired for it?

Esme: Yes. Though I would had suggested 'Hey! How about you make El Fuego a good guy!'. But then again, that would require Mole to be creative.

Honey Lemon: Yesh! Now I feel bad for El Fuego... I hope he picks himself up.

Esme: Yup. Anyway, I still can't believe that Cora is actually half mermaid.

Honey Lemon: I know! I mean, thousands of years of myths on what we thought were stories actually hold some truth! And ms. Kaguya is living proof!

Miyuki: so now Cora's going to have her first lesson about her heritage?

Honey Lemon: Yeah. Kaguya decided she would teach Cora first then us second. Just so Cora would feel more comfortable and focused on the lesson without us to watch.

Miyuki: Sounds fair. I wouldn't want people to stare at me.

* At the night on the beach, Kaguya and Cora are walking through the sand before they find a secluded spot to start Kaguya's lessons.*

Kaguya: Alright now Cora. I'm heading in.

*the old woman puts her cane down and dives into the water, where she emerges up with her tail in display. Cora notes closely at her grandmother's aquatic features.*

Kaguya: Tell me, what do you see besides my tail?

Cora: Well... *Looks closely*… You have forearm fins, pelvic fins and a dorsal fin on your tail and... Gills?

Kaguya: Yes. The gills operate the same as with fish, they're like feathers with a wide surface area. They exist in layers to which we can observe oxygen. We do, however, posses lungs... but they're not as strong as human lungs and are temporary.

Cora: Temporary?

Kaguya: For at least half a day, if a mermaid or merman were to crawl onto the beach they would have air sacks inside that will activate. But again, they are considerably weaker and smaller. If the mermaid and merman were to stay on land longer than necessary the gills will soon collapse on itself and suffocate them. Their skin will become dry and pale, they'll get bags under their eyes, and their hair will turn white as they dry out.

Cora:... Basically what happened to me when I got ill.

Kaguya: I'm not sure�� to be honest I mostly didn't tell you because as far as we know.. you are the first child born of a mermaid mother and of a human father. No one knows the biology of such extremes, not humans obviously, but also not the merfolk.

Cora: And add in the fact that the thing from Papa passed it onto me, latching on my foot that supposedly should give me extra strength.

Kaguya: That is true... but Cora, don't think that we think less of you nor that we're afraid. We love you, your friends love you, and Hiro loves you. They accept who you are and that is the greatest relief I've ever felt in my life... its tied with the day your father proven himself that he does love your mother and is willing to better himself for his sake and hers... now, here's something cool for you, and something very familiar to your super suit.

*Kaguya sighs as she soon glows patterns of a soft blue around her arms, face, and tail and the tip of her fins. Cora listened to her grandmother explain the purpose of the bioluminescence in mermaids along with how they gained such an ability, as a thought that has been in Cora's mind since the reveal in Sycorax had protruded and made her look at her hands and feet, where the brand stares back at her in what she feels is taunting her.*

Cora:*Softly to herself*… Then what am I really?

*Not a human, nor a mermaid... All she knows now... is what she is not.*

*But somewhere in the city, someone has a very clear idea on what they want to be and who they are. And El Fuego decided that if they want a bad guy, he'll give him a bad guy. He is adding upgrades to his Mech suit while the TV is one for white noise.*

El Fuego: I'll show the whole world! I just need to find the biggest, baddest, good guy to fight!

*That is when the TV shows a news clip of Big Hero 7 with the main feature being Baymax.*

Dunder: Once again; Big Hero 7 proves to be the biggest, baddest, good guys in town!

*And so when El Fuego sees the picture of Baymax, he smiles to himself as he forms a plan.*

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*The next day at the arena Fred is carrying a suitcase and joined by Gogo, Wasabi, and Esme for support as they go to see Mole.*

Mole: Frederickson! Welcome to my wrestling federation!

Fred: Or is it mine?... There's an airport hanger full of these*opens case to show piles of money* with your name on it if you sell the federation to me.

Mole: Tantalizing proposition, and I admit I don't even like wrestling.

*That struck so many nerves in Fred as he decided to take breather to let out his frustration. With that Mole turns his attention to Gogo.*

Mole: So, how's things with your 'girlfriend' dream girl?

Gogo: My girlfriend's just fine creep. We're going on a date tonight.

Mole: Oh come on you're only dating that skinny twig to play hard to get.

*This has Gogo twitching her eyes as her fist starts shaking. Esme has to hold her hand while also reminding herself that to attack a white rich boy would land them in jail. Soon enough, after screaming his lungs out Fred goes back to join his friends and still have his case open.*

Fred: Anyway, about that generous offer-

Mole: Not for sale! I only bought it cause I knew it would drive you crazy!

*Mole then laughs like the entitled brat he is.*

Fred: And to think, at one time I actually felt sorry for you. Well, now I rue you!

Mole: I was born on Rue Street on a Ruesday on FrebRueary, Ruelly.

Wasabi: I rue the day we agreed to come here.

*With that Fred walks away to head back to the limo along with Gogo and Wasabi, but Esme stays behind to talk to Mole.*

Esme: Wow... So.. not only are you discrediting Gogo's relationship with Honey Lemon because of some perverted entitlement, but you purposely bought the league of wrestling just to spite Fred?

Mole: What about it?

Esme: You are a literally an internet troll in real life: someone who tells their target they have no life along with rude comments, through ironically they have all the time in the world to harass them. That tells me you actually have no life since you dedicated your time to spite Fred out of a vendetta and since you're not in school.

Mole: So what?-

Esme: I guarantee you that if you weren't a privileged, rich, white boy; you would be royally beaten up by children your own age cause they can see a gross brat when they smell one.

Mole: W-Well then that would make Fred pathetic too since he also says he rues how he responds to how I-

Esme: Being Offensive is worse cause being offended is a REACTION. You deliberately chose to behave this way cause it would make Fred upset. And he does have a right to be offended since most of the times you were the cause of it. The moment someone raises a fist and delivers that blow to you, you'll only show that you are a truly pathetic, sniveling, entitled, cowardly brat .

*That's when Mole's face turns red, but that is when Esme walks back angrily sighing before climbing to the car. That is when she sees Fred, grumbling angrily.*

Esme: *To Fred* Fred? You alright?

Fred: No I'm not alright!..*Sighs angrily* He doesn't even like wrestling and he-He's the worst!

*He turns around in a huff while Esme sighs, looking at Gogo and Wasabi. Meanwhile at the streets of San Fransokyo Hiro, Cora, and Baymax are at the rooftops watching over the city as they chat about things. Mostly about Cora's lessons.*

Hiro: So that's how Mermaids survive in the ocean.

Cora: Yeah, mostly thanks to how they observed many fishes and octopedes survive.

Hiro: Must've been fun.

Cora: Yeah, I bet when you guys get the lesson you'll be amazed. Its more awesome in person.

Baymax:... Your neural scans indicate a small but growing feeling of melancholy.

Cora: I'm fine Baymax… I was just thinking about Sycorax...

Hiro: *Places an arm around her shoulders* Yeah... I get it. But its over now and Diane will never hurt you or anyone again. She's locked up for good along with Chris.

Cora: And the real Liv... though.. why would Liv turn herself in?...I'll learn it later...Anyway, where’s this supposed showdown?

Hiro: Yeah *Commlink to the team* I'm calling it. Nothing's happening here.*

Baymax: A combustimal mass of incandescent gases is incoming.

Hiro and Cora: What?

*And soon enough a giant flame lands in the middle of street, soon revealing itself to be none other than-*

El Fuego: Say hello to El Fuego! Grande!

*He puts on a flame show as Baymax lands down with Hiro and Cora.*

El Fuego: I'm ready for a real fight! You ready Omega Danger?

*The crowd waits in anticipation for the epic showdown.*

Baymax: No thank you.

El Fuego: What do you mean no thank you? Come on big bot! Fight back!

*He launches his fist to knock Baymax back to which he stands back up.*

Baymax: I am programmed to assist someone in danger. There is currently no one in danger.

El Fuego: Yeah there is.

* He runs forward and punches Baymax again, but the bot refuses to raise a fist.*

El Fuego: What do you say now?!

Baymax: Expressing anger can be healthy.

*El Fuego punches Baymax over and over but not once had Baymax fallen down nor put up any fists to fight back. That is when he flies up to the sky with Hiro and Cora.*

Baymax: This is not healthy.

El Fuego: Neither is this!

*He shoots his fire far from a small shoulder cannon at Baymax to which the nurse bot dodges easily. That is when a helicopter with the news appear.*

Dunder: We're live on the scene of a surprisingly boring supehero battle.

Hiro: Baymax just fight back!

Baymax: There is no reason for violence.

Cora: But El Fuego will continue to attack you!

El fuego: Whats his problem? He just a wad of newtons!

Hiro: He's programmed to help people.

Cora: He won't hurt anyone.

El Fuego: Wait. He doesn't fight? I thought he was a cutting edge fighter bot! But he's nothing but junk!

*That got Hiro growling angrily at El Fuego once he uttered those words. That is when the rest of Big Hero 7 arrives.*

Gogo: Shows over El Fuego!

Honey Lemon: Your surrounded son!

*The rest of the team look at Honey Lemon. Still not processing the fact that she is now a bonifide mech wrestling fan.*

Honey Lemon: I mean.. Sir.

El Fuego: Seven against one is cheating. I want a fair fight. With your chicken bot! *To Baymax* Tomorrow evening! At night market square we tango! And if you don't show up, everyone will know Big Hero 7 is really Big Coward 7!

*He then flies off to the sky, leaving behind an increasingly pissed off Hiro. Cora, while also mad that El Fuego had the audacity to call Baymax garbage, also notes how Hiro is reacting.*

Dunder: Is it true that your considering changing your name to Big Coward 7?

*Later on Hiro, Cora, and Baymax are at the garage where Cora removes the helmet as she looks at the cracked visor. Hiro gives a deep sigh as he looks over the rest of the armor.*

Baymax: A deep sigh can indicate frustration.

Hiro:... You're not junk! You're one of the most sophisticated robots ever built! State of the art AI, synthetic fore sensors, high dynamic range cameras, not to mention saving the city multiple times!

Baymax: You are right Hiro. I am not junk. El Fuego is incorrect.

Hiro: I know but I.. But I can't stand that he thinks he's right! Its just not that he's saying my work is junk!...

*That is when Hiro turns to look at a picture.. a picture of himself, Aunt Cass... and Tadashi. Cora's eyes slightly quiver as she sees what Hiro is truly upset about. She goes over to place a hand on his shoulder.*

Hiro: He's saying Tadashi's work is junk...

Baymax: *Waddling to Hiro and placing his hand on his other shoulder* El Fuego's opinion does not diminish Tadashi's achievements.

Hiro: Yeah,... I know you're right Baymax...

*Baymax hugs him from behind as Cora stands aside and let them have their moment. The blue haired teen then looked at her phone and went to her photo gallery, finding a few pictures that had Tadashi. If he had lived what would he had truly thought of this? She knew for sure that Tadashi would have been less than pleased with their old college bully and no doubt proud of their accomplishments as Big Hero 7... and yet... how would he respond to El Fuego's taunts? While mature he isn't as above it all as many people would think. He probably had moments where he snapped. And then her mind wandered... would he still see her as a person if he learned all about her family past?... She looks back at Hiro and Baymax before she goes to resume to repair Baymax's armor. Later on they went to Fred's house where they talked about his latest revenge scheme against mole. Hiro, Esme, and the gang had informed her what Mole did and to take it with a grain of salt.*

Fred: Ladies, gentlemen, and gentlebots. I present with you with my latest Richardson revenge scheme!

*He shows a billboard with the words KWF.*

Gogo: K W F?

Wasabi: Kindergarten Wizard... falafel?

Fred: Ooh~ I would eat that but no. It stands for Kaiju Wrestling Federation.

Honey Lemon: You're starting a Kaiju wrestling league?

Fred: Yes! All the matches are going to take place in space!

*That's when Hiro's suit flies in with a kaiju mask.*

Hiro: Uh How'd you get my exosuit?

Esme: And yikes on the aesthetics!

Fred: I broke to your lab! But that's not what's important. What's important is that you make the actual space kaijus and-

Cora: Fred, we love you. But this is way over the top. I understand that you hate mole with a fiery passion since he repeatedly harasses you and stole something from you while under the pretense of friendship... but this is, again, way too far.

Fred: Well, what do you suggest then? Just let him rub his victory in my face?

Esme: Its a little complicated; on one hand you can just do what Commander Carter suggested when Mole blackmailed you guys with your secret identities.

Honey Lemon: That being?

Esme: From what I heard, having Gogo and Hiro pin Mole down while Cora bashes his face with a heavy binder.

Wasabi: That is also over the top.

Baymax: It could lead to mole having many facial injuries.

Esme: I know that and so does Commander Carter. But historically bullies go after easy targets. Once the target fights back, they don't bully harder, they look for another target. If there's one to describe them, it would be coward.

Fred: *Looking a little uncomfortable* I just wanna show that he has nothing over me! Not beat his face in!

Esme: That's one suggestion. And seriously, way over the top in response to Mole's purchase of the mech wrestling league. Situations are always different and that requires different solutions. And this is one that doesn't require a rightful beating or making a kaiju wrestling league. You have to pick your battles and decide which ones to let it be and when to face on. This one, you have to let it go.

Fred: Ya know.. your right! Thanks Esme.

Esme: *Winks at Fred* Anytime baby.

*Cora pulls out her phone and sees something in the news.*

Cora: Guys you wanna might check this out.

*The gang look at Cora's phone to see Bluff Dunder standing next to El Fuego as the wrestler looks more angrier by the minute.*

Dunder: El Fuego! Do you have a prediction for your fight against the biggest hero in Big Hero 7?

El Fuego: Oh yeah! If that chicken bot has the circuits to show up! I'm going to eat his CPO for lunch!

Dunder: Interesting. I'm feeling like a sandwich. Sounds like you're predicting victory.

El Fuego: Clear your ears out Dunder! Who ever programmed that bag of bolts had no idea what they're doing! I'm going to blast its stupid carbon fiber skeleton back to the junkyard!

*After he destroys a bit of the set and leaves, Dunder gets up.*

Dunder: Well alright. I like to thank El Fuego for being my guest on this week's segment on community corner.

*The screen now shows Hiro and Cass together as the teen had gotten home. And the same news clip is showing on the TV watched by Hiro and Cass.*

Cass: I wish there was another local news channel!

*Hiro gets up from the couch and starts sketching out a new diagram... a specific one for El Fuego.*

Cass: Its really hard to not let jerks get under your skin. Especially all the times with Kurt.

Hiro: Uh huh.

Cass: And that girl... Kami or something? I don't care. I can't believe you didn't tell me about her. I would've liked to have few words with her parents over the way she treated you and Cora. I'm glad she's expelled so you never have to face her again.

Hiro: *Not paying attention* Yeah.

Cass: *Sighs*… Doing some homework?

Hiro: Mhm.

Cass: Don't work too hard.

*Soon enough Hiro is making himself some adjustments to Baymax's armor... with an exoskeleton designed for himself. Soon enough he dons on the exoskeleton then the armor, with the last finishing touch being a helmet to look like Baymax complete with a voice modifier.*

Hiro: *As Baymax* I am Baymax.

*At the Mizichio household Cora is finishing up her homework when she sees the tv on with the news on El Fuego.*

Dunder: An unsanctioned street fight in a busy city center. Seems dangerous, and seems like good television.

*The crowd, not realizing the villain act was simply an act back at wrestling, boo him.*

El Fuego: Boo me all you want. Your hero is a big chicken!

Hiro: *Baymax voice* I am not a chicken.

*Hiro lands in Baymax's armor, ready to fight off El Fuego. And forgetting the fact that Baymax, while slowly improving, has used no metaphors or sarcasm when he talks.*

Hiro: *Baymax voice* I am your worst nightmare.

*At the Mizichio household everyone could tell something is up.*

Baymax 1: That is not Baymax.

Kaguya: Did Hiro just show up in Baymax's armor to face El Fuego?

Kage: And with a voice modulator.

Chara: Whats going on?

Mizuchi: Hiro's angry, so he's gonna face El Fuego as Baymax to defend-

*That's when they hear the rapid footsteps of Cora running up to her room and no doubt call Skymax.*

Kage: And there she goes.

*At Night Market square, Hiro-Max is face to face with El Fuego.*

Hiro-max: On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your stupidity?

________

*El Fuego pounds his fists together as Hiro-Max gets to his fighting stance.*

Hiro-Max: Bring it.

*The two charge towards each other as they are now locked to push each other off. Using his wire arms he flips Hiro-Max to the ground. He flies up and blasts a ball of fire only for Hiro to get out of the way in time as El Fuego lands.*

El Fuego: Give up Omega Danger! You're no match for El Fuego!

*He shoots a flame thrower at Hiro-Max to which he flies up and raises his fist.*

Hiro-max: You wish.

*He punches El Fuego and flies him up continuously punching him before he grabs him and flies up.*

Hiro-Max: You are about to need Medical attention.

*He then dives down with a screaming and slightly confused Fuego. At the café the gang meet up with Baymax.*

Cass: Hey, do you guys know where Hiro is? Its getting late.

Wasabi: *Lying* Yes! I think he had a-

Fred: School project.

Honey Lemon: At school!

Cass: Oh I was getting worried there for a sec.

*She then goes to serve another customer as the team sigh in relief.*

Honey Lemon: I hope Hiro's OK.

*That's when they got text messaged from Cora reading Look at News now! Coming over there! They do look up the news and see El Fuego and Baymax fighting*

Fred: Check it out! El Fuego is wrestling Baymax!...Wait!.. If our Baymax is here.. and other Baymax is at Cora's house...

*Gogo looks closely at her phone and zooms in closer to the armor.*

Gogo: Then that's-

Gang: Hiro!

Baymax, Fred, Wasabi, Gogo, Honey Lemon: Oh no...

Cora: What were you thinking Hiro!

*Cora is dressed in her old super suit heading towards Nigh Market square on foot, looking around for any sign of her boyfriend and El Fuego. The gang then try to summon up their Skymax only to receive an error.*

Gogo; What?

*That's when a face call from Hiro himself.*

Hiro: Sorry guys, I disabled Skymax.

Gogo: But Hiro-!

Hiro: I know you just wanna help but I have to do this on my own. To defend Tadashi's honor!

*A large punch towards the armor temporarily blinks red inside Hiro's suit.*

Hiro: Gotta go!

*He ends the call, leaving the gang be.*

Wasabi: He does know that Cora will be heading there anyway right?

Gogo: and so are we!

Fred: To the Big Hero 7 Mobile!

*The gang and Baymax are awkwardly squished together, obvious that they had rushed in without any thought on where to sit.*

Fred: You know what? You guys go, I'll catch up.

*El Fuego spins Hiro-Max up before throwing him to the ground. Using his own power jets El Fuego flies up and stomps on Hiro-Max's back with the added touch of flames. He then dives down to slam him only for Hiro-Max to use his rocket fists to knock him back. Hiro-Max then gets up and is ready to finish the fight.*

Hiro-Max: You have been a bad boy. You will not get a lollipop.

*Using what little control of his mech suit he had, he catches Hiro-max's fist.*

El Fuego: This fuego is just getting started!

*He then kicks Hiro max away so far that Cora, just arriving at Night market square sees it nearly crash to the car containing the gang.*

Cora: Hi- I mean Omega Danger!

*Cora runs towards the fight where El Fuego is giving Hiro-max quiet a beating. Finally he throws Hiro-Max to a building where all of the systems fail.*

Hiro: No no no no!

El Fuego: Oh it feels good to win!

Honey Lemon: What can we do without our suits?

Wasabi: *Noticing something* Wait.. where's Baymax?

Gogo: *Spots someone else* Cora's there with-

Hiro: Baymax? Cora?

*Cora goes over to the shut down armor while Baymax stands in front of them.*

Hiro: What are you doing here?

Baymax: Protecting you from injury.

Cora: And getting your butt out of the fire.

El Fuego: I don't know what you are but congratulations! You get to be my first victim of my new finishing move! The flying butt!

Baymax: Oh.

*El Fuego flies up with his back facing Baymax and flies towards them. However, Baymax's inflatable body had cushioned Hiro and pushed Cora away from the cross fire.*

Baymax: You may have an anger related issue.

*El Fuego punches Baymax but due to his huggable design he merely bobs back and forth.*

Baymax: Unprovoked aggression is usually a sign of insecurity.

El Fuego: *Getting real tired* Whew! Hang on... I'm just getting started...

Baymax: Would you like a hug?

*Baymax hugs El Fuego while Cora goes over to Hiro and studies over the armor.*

Cora: Are you alright Omega Danger?

Hiro-max: What matters is that you are safe.

Crowd: Aww~

El Fuego: What the-?! Get off me!...Ah.. I don't feel good about myself..

Baymax: There there...

*But that was a small ruse as he grabs Baymax up.*

El Fuego: You fell for my fake emotional breakthrough! Time for a powerhug!

*He squeezes Baymax around, intending to pop the vinyl covering. Using what Cora had repaired Hiro-max gets up to protect Baymax.*

Hiro-Max: *Voice modulator failing* You win Fuego! You're the toughest!

El Fuego: What was that? I can't hear you!

Hiro-Max: You're tougher than me! Just don't hurt my friend!

Cora: Please El Fuego you've already proven yourself you don't have to hurt him!

El Fuego: Pathetic! Your groveling isn't going to save you two or your inflatable friend-

*That is when the familiar Exosuit with a kaiju head flies up to join the fight.*

Fred: Then I'll have to do it!

El Fuego: And what is it you're going to do lightweight?

*Fred is at the safety of Hiro's room where he is using the gloves and helmet to control the exosuit from afar.*

Fred: Something really smart!

*Fred pushes a button to which it reveals itself to be the magnetic waves which slowly tear apart the mech suit off El Fuego.*

El fuego: That's cheating!

*Finally all of the armor is off, leaving nothing but vulnerable muscle and flesh.*

Baymax: Would you like another hug?

El Fuego: no! Everyone leave me alone-Ah!

*He took a step back to a flight of stairs straight to the police.*

Police officer: Freeze El Fuego!

El Fuego: Hello officer...

Hiro: Thanks Fred... I just wish I let all of El Fuego's taunts go.

Cora: You really could've gotten hurt Hiro.

Fred: Yeah. Like Esme said, you have to pick your battles and decide which ones are worth your time.

*Soon enough, after getting Hiro safely back him and the gang mothering him, Cora looks at Hiro as they get him off the suit.*

Cora: I don't blame you for reacting that way you know... but again you really could've hurt yourself! I don't wanna loose you or Baymax after everything we've gone through!-

Hiro: *hugs her and rubs her back* I'm sorry Cora. You're right... I didn't focus.. what can I do to make up for it?

Cora: *Hugs him back* Just be careful for me. That's all I ask. I love you.

Hiro: I love you too.

*Soon enough, Hiro and Baymax are packing up the armor safely in a box inside their garage and have a heart to heart talk.*

Hiro: I can't believe I lost control... *picks up Baymax's helmet* I know no one can tarnish Tadashi's memory because... his work speaks for itself.

Baymax: His work has now become your work.

*Hiro receives a hug from Baymax to which he started to start a little play wrestling.*

Hiro: Hiro has Baymax against the ropes!

*And catching on to Hiro's mood, Baymax joins in the pretend wrestling.*

Baymax: This is safe, because it is fake.

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A.N: And that was El Fuego!

Either way, thank you for reading Big Hero 7 and enjoyed reading this chapter. Love you!

#El Fuego #BH7 #Cora Mizichio #Hiro Hamada #hiro hamada x oc #Wasabi #Fred Frederickson IV #Honey lemon #Gogo Tomago #HoneyGogo #Baymax #Richardson Mole #Esmeralda #Esme #big hero 6 fanfic

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vengfulfate · 5 years

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Rose’s Twins, Ch. 6

Author Note - Holy crap, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’ve been having trouble with my main project, which means I haven’t really worked on this at all since the Ch. 5 upload. Thankfully I found a break in my main project and decided to use it to finish off Ch. 6 so I could upload it. Trying something new here, too, by trying to transcribe a canon scene. Don’t worry if you don’t like it, I probably won’t do it often.

Story Summary - Melanie and Miltiades Malachite have trouble with love. They share everything, and this has either scared people away or made them think their relationship was more open than the twins would wish. Then along came Ruby Rose… could she be the one the sisters have searched for?

Read chapter 1 here

Read chapter 2 here

Read chapter 3 here

Read chapter 4 here

Read chapter 5 here

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“Another long day…” Miltiades groaned. The club had just closed, kicking out the last of the stragglers. “Somehow I thought working in a club would be more exciting.”

“I thought Ruby would be here one of these nights,” Melanie mentioned off-hand, “We haven’t seen here in a few days.”

“Her classes picked back up, she’s needed at school,” Miltiades reminded her twin.

“I know, but…” Melanie cut herself off.

Miltiades smirked. “The customers are gone Mil. You don’t have to keep up the tough face.”

“I miss her,” Melanie admitted to her twin.

“I know,” Miltiades hugged her sister, “I do too. Maybe we can surprise her at Beacon?”

“I would have done that ages ago,” Melanie confessed, “But she’s still afraid it will cause issues with the Schnee girl, her partner.”

“Oh… yeah…” Miltiades sighed. She looked to the door the moment Yang walked in with a blue-haired boy neither of them recognized. “What is she doing here?”

“Hm?” Melanie turned around to see what her sister had seen. “Yang?”

The twins approached the bar at the same time Junior called off his gunmen and invited Yang in to talk.

“I don’t know!” Junior argued with the blonde.

“How can you not know!?” Yang argued back.

“I haven't talked to him! I haven't even seen him since the night you first came in here,” Junior pointed his finger in Yang’s face. “He paid up front, I lent him my men, and none of them ever. Came. Back.”

“So where did they go?” The blue-haired boy interrupted.

Junior stared at him for a moment. “What kind of stupid question is that? They never came back. Who is this guy?”

“Don’t worry about him!” Yang pushed the boy aside, “Worry about me if I don’t find out what I want!”

Junior sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I already told you everything. Torchwick hired my boys, and I guess he wasn't happy with them. Which is something I can relate to!”

The twins reached the bar, settling themselves on the other side of Yang from the blue-haired boy.

“Hello, Yang,” The twins spoke in unison.

Yang jumped slightly at the vocal harmony. “Oh, hey girls.”

“What are you doing here?” Miltiades asked.

“And does your leader know where you are?” Melanie half-teased, half-genuinely-asked about Ruby.

“Well, Yang, you didn’t tell me you know twins,” The blue-haired boy smirked.

“Neptune, don’t,” Yang spoke to him with the same voice one would use to talk down a dog.

“Don’t be like that, Yang,” The boy, Neptune it seemed, playfully scolded. “What are you two doing later?”

“We’re already committed to someone,” The twins answered together.

“Who’s that?” Neptune never lost his cocky grin.

“Someone else,” The twins were getting increasingly annoyed.

“Come on! I’m sure you two, me, and your other can have fun together,” Neptune carried on unfazed, with finger-guns no less.

The image of Ruby and the twins compromised by Neptune was the last straw for Yang. She grabbed Neptune’s arm tightly, guiding him away from the bar. “Why don’t you go guard Bumblebee? We wouldn’t want anyone to steal her!” She strongly suggested.

“Ow! Ow! I get it, I’m sorry okay!?” Neptune took back him arm, rubbing where Yang’s vice-grip was. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I just get the better of myself…”

“We’re sure,” The twins deadpanned together.

Neptune looked between Yang and he twins. “I’ll, um… I’ll be outside.”

“Please tell me he is not your friend,” Melanie begged Yang.

“He’s not so bad, when he’s not hitting on you and your friends…” Yang defended. “Hey, you two wouldn’t happen to know anything about Roman Torchwick or the White Fang, would you?”

The names were definitely familiar to the twins. “No, sorry…” Miltiades answered.

“We know Junior sometimes gets up to shady stuff,” Melanie started to clarify.

“But we try to stay out of it,” Miltiades finished.

Yang rested her hands on her hips. “Well, as your girlfriend’s sister, I’m glad to hear that at least.”

“So… does Ruby know you’re here?” Melanie asked, trying to be subtle.

“Oh, yeah,” Yang nodded, “Team RWBY is kind of doing an… extracurricular investigation.”

“Into the White Fang?” Melanie was doubtful.

“Yeah, that’s not weird, right?” Yang waved it off. “We are huntresses!”

“In training.” Melanie deadpanned.

“Ruby told us about the docks,” Miltiades informed Yang.

“We know team RWBY sometimes takes things into their own hands,” Melanie picked up.

“That’s not fair, we were only looking for Blake!” Yang defended, “She was the one looking for the White Fang!”

The twins stared at Yang until the blonde realized what she said.

“Crap.”

“So where’s Ruby?” Melanie asked.

“We all split up to cover more ground. I came here because of my history with Junior,” Yang explained. “Ruby went with Weiss, mostly because with Neptune and his much nicer friend Sun, that made two people to a team.” Yang shifted in place like there was more to tell. “And kinda… because she was geeking out over the CCT tower.”

Miltiades sighed, Melanie agreeing with the sigh with a small smile and a short, “Of course.”

“Look, if you’re worried about Ruby hanging out with you, don’t be,” Yang assured, “She’s totally working on getting you into-” Yang suddenly cut herself off with a shocked look on her face.

“Into what?” The twins asked together.

“IS THAT THE TIME!?” Yang shouted, “Igottagoseeyoulatergirls!” The blonde turned to dash out of the club.

“Yang, wait!” The twins chased the brawler outside.

“I shouldn’t have said that…” Yang cursed herself for almost spoiling the surprise Ruby was planning, “I should not have said that…”

The twins followed Yang out into the street, “Yang!”

“Oh, hey girls!” Yang tried to play it off, “F-fancy seeing you here?”

“What is Ruby trying to get us into?” Melanie cut straight to the point.

“W-well… I mean y’see… That is to say…” Yang stalled, and luckily her scroll rang at just that moment. “Oh I have to get this!” She whipped out the scroll and pressed ‘accept’ before the twins could speak. “What’s up!?”

A female voice came over the line. “Everyone! If you can hear me, we need back-”

“HEEEELLLLP!” The female voice was cut off by a male voice. “Big robot! And it's big! Really big!”

Yang’s expression hardened to concern. “Sun, Blake?”

“That Torchwick guy is in it! But not, like, it didn't eat him. He's, like, controlling it or something!” The male voice continued.

“Where are you guys!?” Yang cried.

“HURRYYYY!” The voice came from both the scroll and down the street. The group in front of the club caught the sight of two people running away from a giant mech.

“I think that was them…” Neptune spoke up.

“Yeah, I got it,” Yang deadpanned, hopping onto her bike.

The twins shared a look to confirm that they both had the same thought, and the same worry. “Um, does this thing happen to your team often?” Melanie voiced the concern to Yang.

Yang was deaf to them, already hitting the throttle and taking off. Neptune barely made it onto the bike, and the pair were already three streets over by the time he found balance enough to speak. “So, they mentioned something about Ruby? As in your sister Ruby?”

“Not the time, horn-dog!” Yang yelled at him.

“Fair enough!” Neptune resolved to stay far away form anything that might piss off Yang. Including interfering in a relationship that may or may not include Yang’s sister.

Back at the club, Miltiades continuing concern prompted her to speak up. “So, we should follow them, right?”

“Yeah,” Melanie agreed. “Not that we don’t think Ruby can handle herself!” She quickly clarified.

“Of course!” The red twin nodded.

“And not because we don’t think the team can handle themselves!”

“Right!”

“We just… want to see them in action!”

“Yeah! That’s not weird…”

“Right?”

A moment of silence passed.

“It’s not like us being worried invalidates her as a fighter,” Melanie pointed out.

“If anything, her being a fighter validates our worries!” Miltiades agreed.

“Right, she’s putting herself at risk, of course we’re worried!”

“And it’s not like we’re going to jump into the fight.”

“Not unless she needs us.”

“She doesn’t even have to know we’re there!”

Another beat of silence.

“We should hurry while we can still follow them,” Miltiades resolved her confidence.

“It looked like they went toward the freeway,” Melanie nodded, trotting back into the club.

“They’re chasing a giant robot, we just follow the chaos, we’ll find them,” Miltiades theorized, “We need to get a car from Junior.”

“Already on it!” Melanie shouted from the door to the club.

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The twins were afraid they were already too late by the time they got on the road. That concern was quickly assuaged by upside down cars and frightened motorists on the freeway. Which also served to elevate their other concern. Melanie, behind the steering wheel, swerved between the wreckage quickly hoping to catch up. “Oh, shit!” She had to hit the brakes hard to stop before a massive ice patch the blocked the road. “That doesn’t look like a natural ice patch…”

The twins stepped out of the vehicle to examine the immediate area, and none too soon. Just a few seconds later, they heard the voice of their dear Ruby.

“Freezerburn!”

A patch of fog erupted from the ground far beneath the freeway, the direction of Ruby’s voice. The twins were sure they could make out people below if it weren’t for the sudden mist. There were some flashing lights, but it was hard to tell what was going on. The fog cleared in time for the twins to finally see Ruby, dashing between the robot’s legs and slicing at it with Crescent Rose.

“Cheackmate!” She shouted before dashing backwards. The two team mates the twins had yet to meet in person jumped forward and attacked together, coordinated in a way that impressed even twins. Even when the white one was hit by a well-placed shot, her last action was to power up the other one with some sort of spell.

“Must be her semblance?” Melanie suggested.

“Ladybug!”

Ruby dashed back forward, while her and the other team mate from ‘checkmate’ attacked the machine repeatedly. Just as the mech lost track of them, they came from above and severed one of its arms.

“Wow…” Miltiades couldn’t hide her amazement for the scene below, and Ruby’s total command of the situation.

“Yeah…” even Melanie admitted she was impressed.

Then they both flinched when Yang was sent through a wall. Miltiades was about to jump down before she heard Ruby yell, “Don’t worry!”

Melanie thought for a moment they were caught, until she heard Ruby describe her sister’s semblance to her team mate. “With each hit she gets stronger, and she uses that energy to fight back!” The twins settled and continued to watch in awe as Yang tore off the other arm by herself.

“No wonder we couldn’t beat her,” Melanie remarked, feeling a little better about the past.

“Bumblebee!”

Yang grabbed a long ribbon, the other end held by the black and white dressed team mate. The girl gripped the ribbon tight and literally spun the blonde in circles around her. But the mech was too fast for their pendulum and jumped out of the way.

“How will she-”

“Iceflower!”

“Nevermind.”

The white one cast a spell for Ruby to shoot through, and the result was a collection of icicles jamming the mech’s gears. On the next pass, Yang completely shattered the steel construct. The man controlling it form the inside stood quickly and turned to run.

The twins were temporarily distracted by an airship flying in behind them, carrying a short multi-colored stranger.

On the ground, Yang rushed forward and fired a shot at the man that ran the mech. Not a moment too late, the colorful stranger leapt down from the airship and blocked the shot with her umbrella. An umbrella that Melanie assumed was made form some kind of unknown mythical element, considering what Yang did to the machine a moment before.

Miltiades could have sworn she saw the two strangers in the airship for a short second, just as the colorful one cockily bowed in front of team RWBY on the ground. Yang attacked, and the image of their adversaries shattered. The airship flew away, now clearly having both enemies on board.

The fight was over, even though the pair of enemies got away. And watching the fight somehow made the twins even more attracted to Ruby, if that was even possible. They knew she was strong, and the leader of her team. But hearing stories was very different than seeing the action live in front of them.

Ruby’s team shared a short conversation the twins couldn’t make out from up high before leaving. The twins stayed there for a moment, thinking over what they witnessed. They were also more than a little glad to not have been caught following Yang to the battle.

“Is…” Miltiades finally broke the silence, “Is it weird that I found that kind of… hot?”

Melanie shook her head in answer, responded vocally with, “I think I’m in love with that girl.”

#rwby #fanfiction #rwby fanfiction #ruby rose #melanie malachite #miltiades malachite #malachite twins #ruby x twins

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urwarriorangel · 6 years

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‘how could i not be?’ (pietro maximoff)

hello angels! i’m so sorry this is so late and there’s very little dialogue, but i like to think it’s pretty sweet. please please please read this and let me know what you think. i enjoyed writing this. (i know not everything is accurate and i am okay with that) xoxoxo! also it’s my first pietro fic!

w: mentions of character death(ish), mentions of character injury, angst, fluff, emo, not too much dialogue (!!!no gifs are mine!!!)

“Are you tired? Rest in your head in my lap.”

Life as an Avenger isn’t as glamorous as people always think. Sure, you live in a ridiculously gorgeous tower that’s designed for you. And sure, you have superpowers/super technology. But sometimes, none of that matters. None of that matters when your date gets interrupted and you’re called in for a case and that case ends up being a setup that kills two civilians and severely injures your friends AND your date.

And that’s what happened today. You and Pietro were out on the town, finally a day off where you could be regular civilians and celebrate the most civilian holiday of all: Valentine’s Day. You two window-shopped for a bit, got some ice cream, and decided to end the night with some dinner. It was at the dinner that Tony said he got news of a Hydra facility a couple cities over. He needed every team member available, so you and Pietro put a pin on your dinner.

Turns out there wasn’t a facility per se. It was a facility on the side of a fairly busy road, and it was abandoned… and surrounded by about a hundred Hydra member, all loaded and ready to go.

It was one of the most horrifying things you’d ever seen. They didn’t even aim, they just shot everyone that came into view. You were all lucky to get out of their alive, but you couldn’t bare to call yourselves either of those two things right now.

Pietro was hit and you didn’t know if he was gonna make it. Steve was also hit. They were both in critical condition and everyone was on edge. Wanda was crying, Tony was blaming himself, Bruce was playing dad, everyone was doing something to keep themselves somehow occupied. You, you teamed up with Bucky and Vision to find out more about your Hydra buddies. You had to do something to keep your mind off Pietro. You almost lost him after Ultron and you couldn’t bare the idea of actually having to live without him.

You grew up with the Maximoff twins. After the attack, you were separated from one another and only again found each other after Tony recruited the twins. Since then, you’ve been inseparable. And Steve, he was the one who scouted you. He saw you on one of his daily runs. You were “doing some yoga” aka trying to balance your control over the elements. You owe your current life to Steve. And now, some fucker with a gun is trying to take away the two most important men in your life.

So you, Vision, and Bucky do some research on the Hydra gang that nearly took you down. You heard some chatter from your non-Avenger friends that they were step stools in Hydra’s bigger plan. They wanted to catch you all off guard while the leaders did some damage elsewhere. Before you guys could delve deeper, Coulson reached out to you.

“Coulson, what’s up? Is everything okay?” You put him on speaker and continue looking over any past info about recent Hydra members you could find.

“Well Hydra’s here. Hydra’s at the SHIELD Facility. I’ve got my Agents at every entry point, but there’s way too many of them for us to hold off. I don’t know what they want, but--”

“Well you’ve literally got an inventory of their most powerful weapons. You’ve got lists upon lists of all Hydra members past, present, and future. You’ve also got the whereabouts of underground superhumans. Stay on the line,” you run to the other room and gather every able-minded and bodied Avenger.

“Coulson’s on the line. Hydra is at the SHIELD Facility. It’s under reconstruction and at its most vulnerable. We need to get there fast. They’ve got an inventory of all the underground superhumans, so many known and unknown secret identities. They want to wipe us all out. We have to go. Coulson, try to stay hidden for as long as you can, copy all your hard drives and then wipe them completely. We’re heading your way now. Keep us all updated.”

You hang up the phone and gather Nat, Clint, Vision, Bucky, Sam, T’Challa, Thor, even Loki. You guys head over to SHIELD, leaving Bruce to keep an eye on Tony and Wanda, who are keeping an eye on Steve and Pietro.

Several hours later, you all get back safe and sound after saving Coulson’s ass, feeling a little relieved knowing that a lot of the evil that kept you up at night was now asleep for the long run.

You’re met with good news: Steve and Pietro’s operations went smoothly. They should be awake at any moment. You and Bucky switch spots with Wana and Tony, giving them some time to rest while assuring them that with the current adrenaline rush, it would be hard for you to sleep anyway.

You change out of your suit and sit next to Pietro’s bed, the day finally getting to you.

“You better not die on me, you know? Not again,” you whisper, sniffling as you think of living even a day without this crazy fast man in your life. “I basically lost you once and it was the worst time of my life.”

You look down at your hands, laughing at a memory.

“Remember when we were kids? You and I always got along better than Wanda and I did. She and I would fight and you would come to me afterwards, each time telling me that you liked me better than you liked her anyway. I always knew you were lying, but it was nice to hear. It was nice to have someone in my corner,” you give the sleeping Pietro a teary eyed smile. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m in your corner, always. I love you, Pietro.”

You rest your forehead against the side of his bed, sniffling as you force yourself to think happy thoughts. You think of the first time you saw him after being separated, it was the only time you’d felt hope since you were 10. You think of the first time Pietro asked you on a date, it was the longest he’d ever stayed still. You think of the first time he kissed you, it was on the cheek and the sweetest feeling you’d ever known. You think of the first time he really kissed you, it was after Ultron and he was still tired but all he wanted was to kiss you. You think of-

“Y/N?” You hear a groggy whisper and your head shoots up, eyes landing on a tired and heavily sedated Pietro.

“Piet?” You whisper, eyes refilling with tears as you begged yourself not to cry. “You’re okay?”

“I’m here. You’re here. How could I not be?” He gives you a soft smile, a hand reaching up to wipe your tears. “Are you tired?”

You give him a sheepish smile, knowing that he’ll return the gesture.

“Rest in your head in my lap. I’ve got you.”

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zombies-apocalypse · 5 years

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Gargoyles - Awakening

Gonna do all four, five parts in this one post.

I know, I know. I’ve been doing the read more thing lately. It’s not my usual fare, but hey, it’s November. I’m NaNoing so... Yeah, you know the drill.

Part 1

Ahh, this animation style. It’s just straight up nostalgia - ELISA MAZA. My girl! <3 Man, I’ve missed her!

Clawmarks in solid stone. GASP. I wonder what that could have been caused by!

Back to the past!

Why doesn’t that guy’s mustache match his hair?

Sun’s looking real low there, boys.

Ahh, Goliath. How I have missed you, big guy! And that voice. A+ voice.

So, kid' show. Remember. I don’t even know how many of these people are dead now. At least a few have fallen to their deaths. In the first episode. Cause in Gargoyles, shit like this happens.

Royal bitch lady and even the soldiers griping about the Gargoyles. Bitch, please. Ya’ll owe them so much. Beasts? Beasts in the dining hall? Jeez, don’t be an ass. Ugggh. Those assholes.

I’m sitting here on Demona’s side. And not anymore. Not down with the bowing. Goliath being reasonable. Good guy Goliath. Such a sweetie, such a good guy. I’m so, so sorry for what he’ll have to go through soon.

Seriously. Goliath’s voice. Goddamn. Goddamn!

Okay, that mom was rude but you don’t need to be making matters worse by scaring the bitch-ass peasants.

Ugh. Okay, so I don’t like that it’s Vikings coming to attack (cause I like Vikings) but this is just all a human problem. This cowardace, betrayal... Uggggh. And the poor innocents who have to pay. The children and the Gargoyles. And so many defenseless Gargoyles murdered.

I remind you, this is a kid’s show.

Part 2

Ahhh, I’ve gotten how much I loved the opening music for this. Such an epic theme! Hyping me up for the upcoming adventure!

I don’t blame them for wanting revenge. I’d want revenge too.

Of course they’d follow for revenge, you dumbass! You didn’t kill all of them.

Ugggh. The Magus blaming the Gargoyles for the princess being killed. Even though they didn’t do it. Oh man, this curse. It’s not their fault, you assfart. And the princess still lives!

Mad props to Goliath for saving the Princess who was a bitch. Also mad props to the princess for realising the Gargoyles were not the beasts she thought. Ahhh. My heart though. Goliath choosing to be spelled rather than be alone. (Although honestly, he could’ve just waited until the eggs in the rookery hatched and then he wouldn’t be alone cause he could raise them.

Bitch just legit ran all the way inside and up the stairs. So excited to see Goliath. Makes it clear from the start that Xanatos is extra AF.

“Pay a man enough and he’ll walk barefoot into hell.”

Seriously, how much money does this motherfucker have? Cause he’s paying to buy a castle and paying everything to take at least some chunks of it and affix it on top of his skyscraper.

And the curse is broken! Woo! Their reaction to the city though. A+.

Xanatos, you extra mother fucker.

Oh, the eggs are gone. RIP. Although it has been 1000 years...

I’m just shaking my head at this entire fight.

LOL. “These weapons. We must be fighting sorcerers!”

Oh, and now we’re seeing what lead to the beginning of the first episode. Hello Elisa.

No, Goliath. Don’t trust Xanatos. Oh no, wait, trust humans. Just not that one.

Part Thre?e

Seriously though, how were girls supposed to watch this show without getting a crush on Goliath? Just saying.

And hell, Elisa. Elisa’s a babe too. Can we talk about her? How she’s smart, brave, and awesome. A badass babe who’s a damn good detective with a lovely heart. And she’s a POC! And a main character! Legit, she’s African/Native American. She was always meant to be a POC. Originally they had her as Hispanic, but when they cast her voice actress they changed Elisa to match. And this in a show that came out in 94!

So Elisa just met Goliath during all the time that I was babbling about Elisa.

Dude, I don’t do heights so I can’t blame her one bit for clinging.

Ahh, these two. “A good detective trusts no one.” “That much we have in common.” You say that, you both say that. But nahhh, you’re cinnamon rolls underneath all that distrust.

Floppy! That’s a floppy! AHH. VHS!

Hi Demona. Think I didn’t recognise you in those shadows there?

This show is sometimes really pretty.

“Stay outta sight.” Solid advice that will quickly be forgotten.

AHH. Just scooped her up! And that smile. AHH. Bridal style. Ahhhh.

Gods, this music. XD

Meanwhile, back at the castle. The newly named Hudson is walking around with their pouty pupper. And getting startled by rock’n’roll.

Jesus lady. A car with a carphone in 94? 40 grand... You’re talking like he brought it from some junkyard.

Meanwhile, the other three are blowing up some guy’s motorbike.

Oh, well. Who knew a single tranq dart would be enough to take down a Gargoyle. Or did they get him a few more times after that. I don’t know.

Part 4

Dunnnn, dun dun dun dun dunnnnnn!

There’s my girl, kicking some ass! They underestimated her. Also they don’t know how to aim.

Oh god, don’t try calling a taxi. That won’t end well. Yup, there he goes.

Yup, just a single tranq dart. Just one. Just now taken off. And a tracker.

Elisa the beast whisperer. Taming wild dogs long enough to put the tracker on him. Smart girl.

Hudson and puppers are getting used to the idea of television. Oh, I saw The Lion King for a second there. I see what you did there Disney.

And Elisa now knows he turns to stone during the day. Brave girl, catching their eye and leading them away. You know she’s gotta be exhausted. It’s been a long night for her and yet she’s still being a champion. Gods, I love her.

Again, their aim is rubbish while hers is on point. Go Elisa! <3

That lighting though, when the blond baddie stepped over the crack. Ahhhh.

Also what part of New York city is this that has a dock and a waterfall?

This guy is an idiot. Again, underestimating my girl.

Moment of awe and respect for Elisa. Leading those jackasses away, risking her life, and then returning to guard Goliath! <3

Brooklyn! Broadway! Lexington! Ahhh, my precious boys! And let’s not forget our adorable Bronx! <3

And NOW. NOW he reveals that Demona’s there. Insert gasp of shock from Goliath. And sinister look from Demona, a character who was never very good. And full of bullshit. Yeah, sure. He acquired her for his private collection, but she implied she asked to be cursed by the magus to be with them. AHH Goliath, you’re still in wuv with the bitch.

Ugggh, Goliath, sweetie. She’s no good.

Of course the Elevator is different. You’re looking at the mechanics that pull it up and down, not the one people ride in. Such a good detail there.

Part 5

FLOPPY ACQUIRED.

I feel bad for all the frightened scientists in that building. Jeez, imagine their nightmares after that.

Talk of monsters, you say? As if your people haven’t fought them before, eh? It almost smacks of a miscommunication. Of course, the defenders dressing differently from the attackers don’t seem to register to the Gargoyles. Then again, they have yet to see a reason not to trust Demona and Xanatos. Poor darlings.

Second floppy acquired.

NYOOM.

And now for Goliath and Demon to complete their mission... Success, but of course Demona fucks up their poor ship because she gives no shits about the well-being of humans. Splash. At least they had a softish landing in the water. Some of them should’ve survived. Most probably died.

Again, this is a kid’s show.

Ahhh, that hate. Hating all the humans for the sins of a few who are long gone.

Ahhh, the truth comes out! The attackers are from Xanatos’ company. No one had stolen anything from him. He sent them after disks that didn’t belong to him! Gasp! He used them from the beginning! Colour me shocked! (Which I’m not, of course.) And of course Demona’s in on it.

Dudeee, the Goliath bots. I forget what they’re called. But goddamn are they cool.

That isn’t a very sturdy bot, Xanatos. Should’ve made them more impact resistant.

I’d ask why he bothered with waking up Goliath and his friends to begin with, but it’s more cost effective to have a self-healing attack dog than a robotic one. Obviously he was hoping he’d get the actual Gargoyles on his side, expecting them to play nice - which he did very well except with Goliath himself.

Ah, Demona with a rocket launcher.

Ahhh, the reveal. Demona had betrayed them along with the captain. Tsk tsk. And now everyone hears it.

Elisa to the rescue! Woo!

Oh no, they both fell! And Demona’s wings got hit! And Goliath caught Elisa, but not Demona who fell out of view. Bye bitch. See ya later.

And Xanatos has been arrested. I don’t recall how long that lasts.

“Good, maybe we’ll catch a Giants game.” “Giants?” Ahahaha, he has no idea what she’s talking about and it’s precious.

#zombie watches Gargoyles #this post is a liveblog of episodes 1 through 5

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hello-justawriterofthings · 6 years

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Love Me like You - Steve Harrington Ending

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Hello guys, this is Steve's Ending. I really hope you're enjoying, you're all amazing people and I've gotten so much great response to this story, Thank You all <3 ( Also, timeline may be off ). This is about 5 months after the last part. ( Not part of the show or what I think the show is going to have )

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Living life after finding out the secrets of Hawkins was, hard at times. I was constantly worried about everything happening again, but according to Hopper, the gate was closed. So, I had to accept that. School distracted me, I barely saw Billy and even when I did, he was still being a jerk. Starting fights, causing drama, the same old Billy. Steve and I had gotten a lot closer as Friends, Nancy and Jonathan were together and Steve accepted that, he just wanted her to be happy.

Monday morning, I walked into school and towards my locker. " Boo! " Steve shouted as he snuck up behind me, I jumped slightly before smacking him on the arm. " Ow " he groaned giving me a hug, " Wanna have dinner tonight? ". I looked at him confused " What? ", it took me off guard. He chuckled " Will you, Y/N... Have dinner with me, Steve ", I furrowed my brows " Okay.. ". He smiled widely " Great, come by my place around 6 ", I nodded as I let out a sigh. He quickly placed a kiss on my cheek, again taking me off guard. He walked down the hall, headed towards his first class ( Which we did have together ). Nancy walked up behind me moments later " What was that about? ", " No idea " I sighed. She smiled slightly, " We're having dinner tonight, he's acting strange though " I stated honestly. " It's about time " she smirked, I looked at her confused " What? ". She shook her heard while wearing a smile " Nothing, let's get to class ", she made her way down the hall, having me in a run to catch up to her. In class, I tried to focus on the teacher, but my eyes kept wondering over to Steve. He'd send me smirks and goofy faces, which of course made me chuckle slightly. What was he up to? If you're wondering if all my feelings for Steve had returned, the answer is, they never left. I tried to mask the feelings I had for Steve by hanging around Billy. Thinking back now, it was probably a stupid idea.

When lunch came around, I sat the lunch table next to Nancy, ready to get some answers. " Nancy... My best friend... Tell me what Steve's up too and why you're okay with it " I stated as I stared at her intensely, she chuckled " I'm not saying anything about it, he's been working hard on this ". I furrowed my brows " Are you okay with it though, Steve and I hanging out, alone? ", she smiled " Y/N. It has been almost 6 months since Steve and I's break up. I'm happy with Jonathan, so happy... Stop worrying about me being mad about you being with Steve, just be happy with him ". I looked at her confused " But... ", she groaned deeply cutting me off " Y/N! Remember when I got drunk at the party, the night Steve and I broke up? ", I nodded. " Remember when I told you that Steve was yours first, I basically stole him from you. He's told me everything that went on with you two, I want you both to be happy, you need to stop worrying about me, be happy with Steve. I'm not going to cut you out of my life, we've lost one friend already, I'm not willing to lose another because she's with my Ex " she explained. I nodded while letting out a sigh " I doubt we'll be together anyways, it's just dinner ", Nancy groaned deeply while rolling his eyes " You're impossible ". I smirked slightly, " And here comes the boys, this conversations over... Hey! " Nancy smiled as Jonathan and Steve joined us. " Let's eat outside today " Steve stated seriously, " What?... Why? " I asked confused. " Hargrove's on the war path " he sighed deeply, I glanced over at Jonathan who nodded in agreement. As we all started standing up, that's when it happened. " Well Well Well, isn't it the kings and the queens of the new broken scene " Billy stated with a smirk, I sighed deeply while rolling my eyes. " What do you want Hargrove? " Steve asked, " Oh you know, just here to annoy... Right Y/N " Billy smirked. Steve put his arm around my shoulder " Why don't you just beat it " , Billy laughed " This is my school Harrington, you don't get to tell me what to do, remember what happened the last time ". " Yeah, I remember you being taken down by a 13 year old and then begging me not to take you home " I scoffed, Billy glared at me " You don't want to start this Y/N ". " No, you don't want to start this " I stated stepping closer to him, " Remember, I know what goes on in your home, so if you don't want that shit spreading around school, then I advise you to leave me and my friends alone. I'd hate if everyone thought bad ass Billy was scared of his father ". He clenched his jaw and let out a deep sigh, but didn't respond. So I took that as my answer and walked back over to my friends, we started walking out the back door, to get to the outside eating area. " You know what Y/N, you're nothing, a nobody and I'm glad you're out of my life. You were just an easy screw " Billy shouted afterwords, I stopped in place before turning around. I chuckled slightly " Oh Billy, I may have been a easy screw, but at least I know I'm not lacking in that department. Might wanna have down there looked at, it didn't preform well. Good luck with your life Billy, you're going to need it ", then the four of us walked out of the cafeteria, leaving everyone shocked. " You alright? " Steve asked putting his arm over my shoulder again, " You know what he said isn't the truth, don't listen to what he says ". I nodded while smiling " I know, I can't believe I hung out with him or even liked him ", Steve smiled while shrugging " It's probably my fault for I treated you, I think I drove you to him ". " Trust me Steve, it's not your fault. I was fooled by his charm " I sighed, he nodded " You're still going to come over for dinner right? ". I smiled widely at him " I wouldn't miss it ", which made him smile back.

After school I went home and quickly got ready for tonight, for my dinner with Steve. I told my self I was just going to hangout with my friend, but who an I kidding, I was freaking out. I picked a cute dress to wear, matched with some sandals. When I was finished, I walked into the kitchen, it was a little past 6, so I was running late. " Y/N, you look lovely " Amy smiled as she cooked dinner, " You really do look nice Y/N, here " Nick smiled as he tossed me a set of keys. I looked at him confused " What is this? ", he chuckled " Take my car tonight, I couldn't see you wearing that, while riding your bike ". I nodded slightly " You know whose house I'm going to right? ", he smiled " Yes, Steve called me yesterday, asking if he could invite you to dinner ". " What is going on with that boy " I sighed while shaking my head, Nick chuckled quietly " Maybe he's trying to right his wrongs and start over, like how you two were before ". I shrugged my shoulders slightly, " You'd better get going though, don't leave your man waiting " Nick smirked. I rolled my eyes and groaned " Shut up ", which only made him and Amy chuckle. I walked out of the house and over to Nick's car, my eyes caught a familiar figure down the street, leaning up against his car. He stared at me, as if it were a longing stare. I rolled my eyes and got into the car, quickly pulling out and starting the drive to Steve's. Once I arrived, I quickly walked up the path to his house and ringing his doorbell. He answered fast, a smile on his face. " I was afraid you weren't going to show " he stated honestly, I smiled " I would never ditch you without calling ". He let out a deep sigh while inviting me into his home, " Sorry I'm late though " I stated with a smile. " It's okay, the foods not ready yet " he stated walking towards the kitchen. " You're cooking?! " I questioned in a shocked tone, causing him to chuckled. " I've learned some things from Nancy's mom " he stated walking over to the oven, " Wow, Chef Steve " I smirked. He rolled his eyes " Really? ", I smiled widely " So, what are we having? ". " I'm not sure what it's actually called, Mrs. Wheeler said it was the easiest to make, some type of chicken and potatoes " he stated nervously, " Did I mention how beautiful you look ". I raised my eyebrow " Steve, what's going on? ", " Nothings going on, Can't I have a nice meal with a friend " he sighed checking the food. " Steve " I stated sternly, " Tell me what's up? ". He sighed deeply " Well, you know we've been hanging out a lot... And I just thought we could spend sometime talking about a possible future for us " , I smiled while nodding ( It was time ). He and I chatted a bit as he finished up the food and then we sat across from each other at the dining table. " This looks great, are you sure you did it all on your own? " I questioned, he sighed deeply " Yes, I did it all on my own, stop smirking and eat your chicken " I chuckled but tried the mean and surprisingly, it was great. After a few moments of silence, Steve finally spoke up again. " So, can we talk? " he asked, I nodded with a smile. " Okay... So, I wanna talk about us.. " he stated honestly, I chuckled " Yes, I got that ". He nodded nervously " So, it's been a few months and although I still care deeply for Nancy, But I am over her. She and Jonathan are very happy together and I'm happy for them, Now I think it's time for us to be happy and we're only fooling ourselves if we pretend that we're not more than friends. We constantly flirt back and fourth, I just think it's time we get over our past and date ", I smiled at him " Okay ". " I know, I treated you like shit in the past, but I've changed... What? " he asked in a surprised tone, " I said okay " I chuckled. " Well, that was easier than expected. I had this whole speech planned out and you gave in that easy " he groaned, I smirked " Let's just say, I might have seen it coming ". He looked at me confused " What are you talking about? ", I shrugged slightly " Well, your not very subtle. I catch your little glances at me in class, you're the one who always starts the flirtations and I sensed this conversation coming for a while now ". He smiled at me slightly while shaking his head " You think your smart, don't you ", " Oh, I know I'm smart " I smirked. He rolled his eyes " Eat your chicken and we'll talk more about it later ", I chuckled while nodding. Over the hours we spent together, we talked everything out. We were going to try and be together, It could end up going great or not, who knows.

Months later and a lot had happened, we all Graduated and the four of us decided to take a small vacation, just to get out of Hawkins for a bit. Steve and I had made our relationship official, it happened quickly. So far in our relationship, everything has been going great. Nancy and Jonathan were going great as well, things had worked out in the end.

[ 3 Years Later ]

" Honey, I'm home! " I heard Steve call, as I stood in the kitchen, I rolled my eyes as he laughed to himself. I continued washing dishes as I heard him enter the kitchen, he wrapped his arms around my waste " Hey, I missed you ", I chuckled " You were gone for an hour ". He sighed " I still missed you ", I turned around and put my arms around his shoulders " I missed you too ". I gave him a quick kiss " You still need to pick out your suit for Nancy and Jonathan's wedding ", he groaned deeply " I don't wanna wear one, everyone knows it's not my thing. I'm sure Nancy and Jonathan wouldn't care ". " Steve, it's a wedding, you're wearing a suit... It's either a suit or a haircut, your choice " I smirked, but also gave him a slight glare. " You're not coming anywhere near my hair! I'll wear a suit, don't you joke about my hair " he shouted as he ran towards our bedroom, I chuckled while shaking my head " What a child ". Later that night, Steve and I were spread out on the couch, watching a TV show on our small TV. " I can't believe Nancy and Jonathan are getting married " Steve sighed, I smiled " I know, for a time being I thought you were going to end up with her ". Steve rolled his eyes " I didn't, sure I loved Nancy, but somewhere inside of me, I always knew you and I were going to end up together ", I smiled up at him. " But, I'll never let you forget that you tried to be with Hargrove at one point " he smirked, which caused me to slap him slightly. " Just pointing out a fact " he chuckled, while I rolled my eyes " How long are you going to remind me? ". " For the rest of our lives? ". He smiled widely " It took me a while to get you back, I don't ever plan on losing you ", I smiled happily back. We were happy and that's all that mattered. [ Steve's End ].

I tried to find somebody new, baby they ain't got a clue, can't love me like you

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zeno-obsessed · 6 years

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Dragons and Flowers

Surprise @linafair I am your secret santa! This is an au that I’ve had in my head for a while and I am excited for you to read it! have fun with Hiryuu, the original generation plus someone else!

Zeno hated talking to people. He got nervous. It came so easily to Hakuryuu, Rykoryuu, and even Seiryuu could talk to others. The girls in the castle did not find him attractive, yeah sure they called him cute but he didn’t have the allure of the other dragons. He had overheard the other servants calling him a fake, a pretender. That he was just someone Hiryuu picked up and took pity on to protect. How did he respond to that? He did not have anything significant to contribute he hated being called a fake. Obviously, the other dragon warriors knew he was one of them through their link. Sometimes it was annoying feeling every time Rykoryuu got drunk, but it was reassurance that he had not dreamed the whole dragon blood situation up. That he was a real dragon warrior.

He looked down at the pendant. Of course, the big yellow dragon that had ascended from the heavens that day made him a dragon warrior. Hiryuu believed he was a real dragon warrior. That was all that mattered, right? He jumped as shouting ensued from outside the tent. He poked his head out to see flaming arrows descend on the camp. A thought went through his head, it hasn’t rained in weeks. Looking around, he saw the dry leaves and Zeno bolted out of the tent as everything caught fire instantly. Zeno felt the blistering heat from the flames, he could not die. He had to prove his worth.

Suddenly, he was flying above the camp.

“What the-” Zeno screamed.

He heard a familiar laugh. Rykoryuu had grabbed him by the back of his tunic and had grabbed him from the blaze.

“The stupid king freaked out and though you had been caught in the attack. Seiryuu saw you blundering through the camp and I was sent to get you,” Rykoryuu grumbled. He acted like saving Zeno’s life was a small feat.

They landed next to Hiryuu and Seiryuu. Seiryuu huffed, “You should be more careful. The green idiot cannot come in and save your life all the time. You’re not fireproof.”

Zeno laughed nervously, “Sorry. I didn’t expect them to attack.”

Rykoryuu scoffed, “That’s why it’s called an ambush, Useless.”

Zeno huffed, but didn’t say anything. They had been out here for too long. The troops were discouraged and the dragons were moody. Somethings just had to be done.

The battle was long, even with the four dragon warriors on their side, eventually the battle was won and the invaders were pushed out for hopefully the last time.

Zeno could not wait to have a real shower, eat real food, and sleep in a real bed. Smiling, he grabbed the book, which Abi told him he had to have read by next week, and headed to his room. He closed the door and threw himself onto the soft, heavenly bed and sighed. Glaring at the book he really did not want to read, he tossed it over the side. He missed the end table and it hit the wall and landed with a thud on the floor.

Zeno shook his head and decided he didn’t care. Rolling over, he wrapped himself up in a human burrito and sighed.

“Am I really incompetent,” Zeno wondered aloud, “Great, now I’m talking to myself.”

Soon, Zeno drifted off to sleep.

The next day started with a bang, Hakuryuu accidentally broke down his door while knocking on it.

“Hakuryuu! That’s…”

“Sorry, Ouryuu! King Hiryuu needs us,” Hakuryuu said.

“Another fight,” Zeno asked with dread.

A small smile broke out, “You could say that.”

“Um my king, I think our talents are better suited for things other than babysitting,” Seiryuu said as a small Yakshi squirmed in his arms.

Hiryuu laughed, “I’m sure you’ll do fine. I have a meeting and I won’t be long!”

“Wait! Where’s the queen,” Ryokuryuu asked, hurriedly.

“Oh! She’s sitting in with me,” Hiryuu waved at them. The queen came in and gave them a worried glance as they both walked into the back room.

The four looked at the toddler and Seiryuu immediately handed him to Zeno.

“What? Why me? The king said all of us,” Zeno protested, “I don’t know the first thing about children!”

Seiryuu sighed, “I do not think it’s wise for the green idiot to be around the crown prince. Hakuryuu has to train the troops and I have important things to do. That leaves you. Besides, who’s better to guard the prince than the one with the ‘indestructible’ body.”

Zeno protested as they all walked off, leaving him alone with Yakshi. Sitting down and staring Yakshi in the eyes, the toddler immediately reached out and pulled Zeno’s hair, “Ow!”

Yakshi laughed and clapped his hands, “Zeno! Let’s play!”

Sighing, Zeno relented, “What do you want to play?”

“Horses!”

“What?”

“Mommy takes me out to see the horses,” Yakshi demanded.

Zeno scooped up the little prince and was followed by a couple of guards. Zeno felt better about other people being with him, he really did not know how to take care of the child. He turned to the guards and tried to joke, “Do you guys know anything about kids?”

The first guard who had black hair laughed, “Yeah, I have a little girl at home. She’s a handful, just like the prince.”

The second one with brown hair shrugged, “I don’t know I’m only seventeen.”

Zeno perked up, “I’m seventeen too!’

Yakshi decided that he wanted to walk and Zeno let him walk while holding Zeno’s hand.

Zeno turned to the younger guard, “I’m Ouryuu Zeno, but you probably knew that.”

“I’m Gun,” the younger one said.

“Seong,” the older man said.

Zeno smiled and led the small child to the stables. Gun and Seong stayed outside of the entrance. Going in, he lost his breath. A girl. A beautiful girl stood there brushing the horses. She had on a stable girl’s uniform. Her black hair hugged her shoulders and beautiful purple eyes. She was short, shorter than him.

Yakshi ran in, “Miss Kaya! I came to brush the horses!”

Kaya laughed and knelt down, “Well, little Mr. Prince, I think you’ll want to brush the Ao horse?”

Yakshi nodded vigorously. Kaya picked him up and gave him a brush. They brushed a small mare. Zeno cautiously walked up and smiled, “Um hello, miss Kaya.”

“Oh hello. I’m guessing you're the one that King Hiryuu appointed as babysitter for the day,” Kaya asked, giggling.

Zeno laughed, “I guess you could say that.”

Kaya laughed and held out her hand, “Nice to meet you! As you’ve already figured out thanks to our lively prince, I’m Kaya.”

“Zeno,” He held out his hand praying it wasn’t sweaty.

After an hour of brushing the horses, someone came in to relieve Kaya of her duty so she could go home. Yakshi did not want to stay after Kaya left and in all honesty neither did Zeno. Zeno scooped up Yakshi, who was nodded off on his shoulder.

“Um, Miss Kaya,” Zeno yelled after.

She turned, wrapping a green scarf around her neck. The evenings had started getting cold.

“When are you going to be back,” Zeno asked, blushing.

Kaya giggled, “I work in the mornings! Will I see you with Yakshi tomorrow?”

Zeno shifted the toddler in his arms, “I’ll see what I can do!”

“Well, see you tomorrow, Zeno,” Kaya smiled and ran off towards the gate to the outer city. Zeno and the guards started walking back.

Seong smirked, “Well, looks like you have a crush on our little stable girl, Lord Ouryuu.”

Gun laughed, “Oh yeah and the prince is going to be your ticket to love?”

Zeno turned to them, “Please don’t mention it to the others. Hakuryuu tried to play matchmaker for Seiryuu once and he managed to catch the whole courtyard on fire! Rykoryuu is worse!”

The two guards laughed.

“You have my word,” Gun said.

“Ah young love,” Seong smirked.

Zeno huffed, “You sound like Hakuryuu.”

Walking inside, Zeno went into Yakshi’s room and laid him down to bed. Zeno reached over and grabbed a small stuffed animal and put it into the bed for Yakshi to snuggle. He make sure his blanket covered the toddler’s feet and walked out of the room.

“Did they abandon you,” Hiryuu was outside of the room.

“Unfortunately, but it’s okay. Me and Yakshi have plans to see the horses again in the morning, if that’s okay with you, my king,” Zeno asked, trying to be casual about it.

Hiryuu smiled, “That’s wonderful! I’m glad you two are getting along! My cute son and my cute dragon playing with the cute horses!”

“Thank you,” Zeno bowed to the king and sighed, “I’m going to find Hakuryuu!”

“I think I saw him going to the kitchen. He just got done with training, I think,” Hiryuu said.

“Okay, thanks,” Zeno ran towards the kitchen. Hakuryuu had grabbed a glass of water and he looked tired.

“Hey Hakuryuu,” Zeno yelled.

“Hm?”

“I was wondering if you could teach me how to ride a horse,” Zeno asked.

“Isn’t Seiryuu also teaching you to read,” Hakuryuu muttered.

“Yes, but I think horse riding is also helpful, especially on the battlefield,” Zeno smirked. He did want to be of use to King Hiryuu, but he also wanted to take Kaya around the outside of the town. The leaves were changing color and he thought it would be very pretty to show her around.

Hakuryuu sighed, “Hiryuu doesn’t let you fight.”

Ouch.

“Please, Hakuryuu. I want to be more helpful,” Zeno knew Hakuryuu was being short because he was tired, “You owe me for leaving me alone with Prince Yakshi.”

“Ugh, fine, but tomorrow,” Hakuryuu groaned.

Zeno nodded, “Tomorrow evening?”

“Perfect.”

“Thank you,” Zeno grabbed an apple and walked out. He could not wait for tomorrow.

Zeno got up early and glared at his hair. Why did it have to be so messy? He gave up and walked to Yakshi’s room. He walked in on Hiryuu playing with the young toddler. Looking up. Yakshi laughed, “Zeno!”

Hiryuu chuckled and handed Yakshi to Zeno, “Can you have him back by lunch time?”

Zeno nodded, “Of course, my king.”

They reached the horse barn as Kaya was opening up.

“Miss Kaya,” Yakshi yelled.

“Well isn’t it, Prince Yakshi and Zeno,” The petite girl laughed.

The huge doors swung open and Yakshi started squirming. Kaya scooped Yakshi out of Zeno’s hands and gave the small toddler a little brush.

“Hey, Zeno, could you do me a favor and give Lord Hakuryuu’s horse some feed,” Kaya asked.

Zeno nodded, “So what do you think of the dragon warriors?”

“They scare me. They’re other wordly,” Kaya frowned.

Zeno sighed, “Why? They’re here to help King Hiryuu.”

“Hakuryuu and Ryokuryuu are loud and frightening. Seiryuu looks untouchable, it’s a quiet serene scary. I don’t really see Ouryuu around but the other servants say he’s the most approachable,” Kaya explained, “I’m sure he has his own form of scary. They say he has an unbreakable body so I’m sure he is scary while fighting.”

Yakshi laughed, “Daddy doesn't let him fight!”

Zeno felt himself freeze. He did not want to tell Kaya who he was just yet, not after that. Luckily, He turned his attention to the pony in front of him.

“Hey Kaya,” Zeno said, after giving the rest of the horses feed.

“Yeah?”

“King Hiryuu wants Yakshi back by lunchtime, but if you want I can come back and help you out?”

Kaya smiled, “I’d love some help, but what about your family? I’m sure they’ll be worried about you.”

Zeno shook his head, “I just have three brothers and they’re off doing their own jobs. They don’t really pay attention to me.”

“Oh okay,” Kaya said, handing Yakshi to Zeno, “Okay! I’ll be right back!”

Zeno practically ran into the throne room, dropped Yakshi off and ran out with a quick, “Goodbye, my king,” and ran off without acknowledging the other three dragons in the room. Zeno ran back into the barn and saw Kaya watering the horses.

Zeno smiled, “How can I help?”

“Can you get me more water,” Kaya asked, “Holding Yakshi is getting more and more tiring now that he’s getting bigger.”

Zeno nodded. He carried the bucket back and forth, handing it to Kaya, who was in the stall. After they were done, the person came to relieve Kaya. They both walked out, sweaty and tired.

That was his routine for the next month. He helped out Kaya and went to his lessons with Seiryuu and Hakuryuu. When Kaya had a free day, they walked around the marketplace and just hung out. Eventually, Zeno felt confident enough to ask Kaya on the date he had been planning.

It was the end of their work day. He had told Hakuryuu and Seiryuu that he was going to be busy today.

“Hey, Kaya,” Zeno smiled, “I asked King Hiryuu if we could use one of the horses and he said it was okay.”

He had asked King Hiryuu if he could use one of the horses. He wanted to keep this under wraps. His brothers and Hiryuu would so blow it up.

Kaya looked surprised, “Wow. I didn’t know he had that much trust in you.”

He smiled, “You’d be surprised!”

Walking in, he picked the horse he had been practicing with and lead it out. He helped Kaya on and swung himself on behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and giggled, “Hold on!”

The horse started off with a trot and they went out a back gate. Zeno have the horse a signal to go faster and the horse went into a gallop.

“Whoa,” Kaya laughed.

Zeno laughed in response. They rode around the forest outside of the city. Zeno spotted some Annuals and he stopped to pick some for Kaya.

“A pretty flower for a pretty girl,” Zeno smiled, putting it in her hair.

“How do I look,” She said, exaggerating her pose.

“Amazing,” Zeno replied.

Helping her back on the horse, Zeno swung back on the horse. He sighed, he needed to tell her who he was. Zeno started the horse back to the castle. Smiling, he set his chin on her shoulder. In turn, she leaned her head against his.

“I’m so happy when I’m with you,” Kaya said.

“Me too,” Zeno sighed.

They got to the castle and Zeno helped Kaya off.

“Kaya,” Zeno said, softly, “You have a day off tomorrow, right?”

She gave a big smile, “Yes! Do you want to go to the marketplace tomorrow?”

“Actually, can I introduce you to my family,” Zeno asked.

Kaya jumped up, “Yes! I’ll introduce you to mine also!”

She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a long kiss. Holding her close, he accepted. Laughing, they both held hands as Zeno walked her home.

Kaya turned to Zeno, “Do you want to meet them now?”

Zeno shook his head, “I want to be presentable! I’ll also have to warn everyone you are coming…”

Shaking her head, Kaya giggled, “I want it to be a surprise!”

“Oh ok,” Zeno said, nervously, “I don’t know how that will work my brothers, but I’m sure they’ll be happy for us.”

Zeno walked back to the castle running the senario through his head. How was he going to tell her he was Ouryuu? She had told him several times that the dragons scared her and if they just walked in then surely they’ll be loud and crazy. Zeno leaned against the wall and slid down the wall trying to figure out what he was going to do.

“Ouryuu, where have you been,” Seiryuu had been going to his room and spotted Zeno.

“Out,” Zeno replied.

“Well, don’t forget about the party tomorrow. The dumb king has decided to hold a birthday party for the green idiot,” Seiryuu informed him.

“What,” Zeno cried.

Seiryuu took a step back, surprised at the sudden outburst, “What’s wrong with you?”

“I, uh, was planning to have a guest tomorrow,” Zeno mumbled.

“Just bring her to the party,” Seiryuu said, bluntly.

“How do you know that the guest is a her,” Zeno asked, frantically.

Rolling his eyes, Seiryuu sighed, “I’ve seen you go out to dote over that stable girl everyday.”

“You haven’t told the others, have you,” Zeno asked.

“No, it's none of my business,” Seiryuu scoffed and opened the door to his room and walked inside. Zeno sighed. Just bring her to the party…

That would be a good way to introduce Kaya to them one by one. Zeno groaned, what a beautiful hole he had dug himself into.

The next morning, he spent the whole time getting ready. He tried to comb his hair but the comb broke into several pieces. Zeno spend extra precious minutes trying to get them out of his hair. He looked at his outfit, a fancier one he saved for special events. He tried to psych himself up. Okay it’s okay, Kaya likes him! She needs to know who he is and if he doesn’t tell his brothers soon they will find out and go crazy.

Zeno smiled and ran out to the city outside to get Kaya. He dodged the final vendor until knocking on her door. She answered the door and she took his breath away. She had on a beautiful navy blue kimono.

“Kaya, you look so cute,” Zeno exclaimed.

“You look amazing, yourself, Zeno! Where did you get those clothes,” Kaya asked.

“Oh, its part of the surprise! Is your family home,” Zeno asked, peeking around her.

Kaya shook her head, “They’re out right now. I figured I’d meet your family first!”

Zeno nodded and held out his arm for her to grab, “Well, someone close to us threw a party for one of my brothers! I figured it would be a good way to introduce you to them.”

Kaya pulled herself close to him as they began walking down the street, “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.”

“It’s fine! Actually, another one of my brothers suggested it. He caught me sneaking out to see you from his room,” Zeno sighed.

“Wait, do you guys live in the castle,” Kaya asked.

“Well, um, yes,” Zeno said, getting nervous.

They walked up to the gate and the soldiers bowed to them. Kaya gave him a questioning look as he blushed. The same thing happened as they walked into the castle and Kaya let go of his arm.

“Okay, what’s going on? Why are they bowing to you,” Kaya interrogated.

A servant went by and laughed, “Looks like Lord Ouryuu is in trouble!”

The servant ran off as Zeno tried to not look Kaya in the eye.

“You’re Ouryuu,” Kaya squeaked.

“Um, surprise,” Zeno smiled, uneasy, “I didn’t really know how to tell you because well, you said you were scared of me and then i was like, well I’m not really scary I’m just-”

Kaya laughed, “Calm down, silly. Yes, I’m surprised, but obviously I didn’t make it easier for you. I’m sorry for bad mouthing you.”

“It’s fine. My brothers are crazy, especially from a distance,” Zeno said, fidgeting with his hair.

“So, I’m going to a dragon warrior’s birthday party,” Kaya said, trying to fix her hair.

Zeno smiled, “You look amazing!”

A mischievous smile broke out and Kaya gave him an exaggerated bow, “May we go, milord?”

Laughing, Zeno took her hand and started leading her to the room where the party was being held. Seiryuu was outside shaking his head.

“Seiryuu, what’s wrong,” Zeno asked.

“He’s an idiot! He’s already drunk, that stupid! Can’t he just be a bit dignified,” Seiryuu grumbled.

“Um, Seiryuu, this is Kaya,” Zeno introduced her.

Seiryuu turned to look at her, he gave a cordal smile and bowed to the young girl, “Nice to meet you, Miss Kaya. I hope you aren’t scared away after today.”

“Oh,” Kaya bowed back, “Um, thank you for the warm welcome.”

Seiryuu glanced over, “Don’t get used to it. Everyone is rowdy today. Even that stupid King is acting a little more moronic than usual.”

“Wait! King Hiryuu is here,” Kaya asked.

Seiryuu nodded, “Don’t worry He’ll like you because you’re with Ouryuu. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need a nap.”

Seiryuu walked off and Kaya smiled, “He was nice! In his own way…”

Zeno nodded, “Yup, Seiryuu can be harsh but he was the one that told me to bring you!”

A loud shout came from the room and Zeno groaned, “I apologize in advance.”

They walked into the room and Rykoryuu was trying to pick a fight with one of the guards. Zeno steered Kaya away from the angry, drunk dragon warrior and looked around for Hakuryuu or King Hiryuu. Zeno spotted Hakuryuu first and he walked over to him.

“Okay, Kaya, I’m going to introduce you to Hakuryuu next,” Zeno told her.

“Is he always like that,” Kaya wondered.

“Who? Rykoryuu? He’s… Better when he’s not drunk,” Zeno stated, flatly, “He teases me alot.”

Kaya was leaned in to close to him, “Ouryuu Zeno.”

It was like she was trying out the title felt. She gave a small smile, “What is the Hakuryuu’s name?”

Zeno was taken back, “Oh! Um, Guen.”

Hakuryuu spotted them and his eyes went wide, then an excited smile. Zeno said a silent prayer as Hakuryuu bulldozed his way through the crowd to the younger dragon.

“Ouryuu! Who is this,” Hakuryuu blared.

Kaya took a step back, surprised at the enthusiasm. Zeno have a nervous smile and said, “Hakuryuu! This is Kaya. She’s my-”

“Girlfriend,” Kaya interrupted him.

Hakuryuu’s smile got even bigger, “That’s awesome! You go, Ouryuu! She’s cute. Hey, King!”

Hakuryuu waved at Hiryuu, who had Yakshi in his arms.

Yakshi smiled and laughed, “Miss Kaya!”

Hiryuu laughed, “Well it seems you two are acquainted.”

Painfully patting Zeno’s shoulder, Hakuryuu laughed, “This is Ouryuu’s girl!

“No way! Finally, all of my cute dragons are being acquainted with the ladies,” Hiryuu said.

Zeno blushed. Kaya bowed to King Hiryuu, “My king, it’s an honor.”

“Please, I’m honored to meet the girl that caught Zeno’s eye,” Hiryuu smiled, “Have you introduced her to Shuten? He’s in a good mood right now.”

“My king, he just broke a table,” Hakuryuu said.

“He’s adorable, right,” Hiryuu laughed.

Kaya leaned into Zeno, “Is it me or is king Hiryuu a bit ditzy?”

“He’s always like that,” Zeno laughed.

Kaya put a finger to her chin, “So there’s, Ouryuu Zeno, Hakuryuu Guen, Ryokuryuu Shuten… What’s Seiryuu’s name?”

“Abi,” Hiryuu said, one hand holding Yakshi, the other on his hip watching everyone proudly.

“I’ll introduce you to Ryokuryuu later,” Zeno decided as Ryokuryuu took down another three guards. A brawling match on his birthday is the best gift for him.

Hakuryuu laughed, “Later?”

“Later? Never? Same thing right,” Zeno joked.

Kaya smiled, “Thanks. They’re not as scary as I thought they were.”

“Really? Rykoryuu is making me very uneasy right now,” Zeno grumbled.

They watched the queen come over and take Yakshi from Hiryuu and ran out of the chaos. Zeno and Kaya ate the delicious food and danced to a few of the songs. Afterwards, they found Hiryuu and Hakuryuu and told them that Zeno was going to walk Kaya home. Zeno didn’t relax until they walked out the castle door.

“That was a disaster,” Zeno mumbled.

She kissed him on the cheek, “It was perfect.”

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