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athyathye · 3 years

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Pov : you're the youngest haitani (preschooler) and the older brothers are tasked to take care of their younger sister.

"But I don' wan' to go" for a 4 your-old your vocabulary was unsurprisingly advanced, after all you spent most of your life at home with grown-ups who never tried to take their eyes off of you.

Truth to be told, your parents really were sick of their two sons, becoming close to criminals....as much as they loved them, they'd be damned if they were gonna let another good apple go bad, not if they could have anything to say about that.

"It'll only be for a bit sweetie~ mommy will be back as soon as possible" your mother had kissed you're forehead, pulling your cheeks to make you stop frowning, if that continued, no doubt she'd have to make her sons deal with temper tantrum.

"B-b-but" "now now y/n, even Rin wasn't that clingy, don't you want to spend time with your older brothers?" Ran had cooed, bending down to pick you up. Before getting shot down by your response.

"No, you're old. And to be honest she prolly doesn't love you as much as me" You said curtly, avoiding his reaching arms, to which made Rindou pat his back mockingly.

"How old do you think he is y/n?" your mother had amusedly asked, knowing just how much you were kind of taking after them with your unconsciously bluntly tongue.

"I dunno....maybe the last number?" You curiously said as you looked up at the bending Rindou before glancing at Ran who had a tick mark.

"Kid-" "Don't you f*xking curse at her-"

*bonk!* "Need I remind you boys, you are taking care of a child. Anything you say or do, she will copy, at least do me a favor and set a good example for the youngest. Especially you Ran."

"Yes mom." they both simultaneously said, not wanting to make their mother any more disappointed at them.

"Now I get why they call daddy an obedient dog.."

"I am calm, I am non-violent, I will not hit a child" Ran forced himself to breath evenly, going as far as too stretch his hands

"Dang right!" You exclaimed gleefully.

"Watch over her for us, yeah? Got a meetin' to attend." Ran curtly said, holding your in one arm as you played with his braids.

"Uhhh- I- yes. Sure. Sir." The bozo who had been tasked glanced worryingly at you, who looked like you were bored out of your mind.

"If you're that scared of a 4-year-old just do whatever she wants and you'll be fine" Rin glanced amusingly at them, not bothering to hide the fact that he found two grown men who knew nothing about children take care of one.

"Yeah! Listen to my older brother! He has the glasses so he's smart....like Gary hotter"

"I think you meant Harry Potter....and ain't he like dead?"

"*Gasp* RIN TAKE YOUR GLASSES OFF YOU'RE GONNA DIE-"

"f*xking *ssholes i swear to g-"

"F*ck hehehehe~"

Rindou looked just about ready to ascend as he didn't bother to block the oncoming hit from his older brother. Relishing in the way you shut up after hearing the loud sound.

"Now, y/n. We're gonna go do some grown-up stuff. Make a mess, but not too much of a mess." He didn't bother telling you to stay disciplined, after all, you were a Haitani.

It was in your genes to make a mess and take the lead.

Walking around the streets with the bozo wasn't too bad, he kept quiet for the most part and did whatever it was that you wanted or needed.

"Sometimes, I just imagine myself getting ran over by a car....you know?" Your words made him nervously laugh. What kind of demon child were you-

That was when you heard the sound of a pitiful animal.

You curiously glanced around, hoping to find the living object that was obviously calling for help.

"Hey mister do you hear that?" You tugged at his shirt.

"Hear what?" He tried to smile at you, though it honestly just looked like he was constipated.

"That."

"I don't hear a thing-"

"Shouldn't have asked you then."

Your expensive and cute looking boots were now what you were focusing on, at least that's what he thought.

You were looking down on the cover of a manhole. Hearing the cries of a small animal.

"Can you pick this up? I think my brother can."

'Is this kid saying I'm not as strong as that Ran b*tch?"

"Kid, watch a pro do it." He said before grabbing the cover, easily taking it off as he wiped his hands with his clothes.

"Hey! Jason! We need some help here, boss gave us orders." A new person had called out to him, not seeing the child that was you , being hidden by his buff figure.

"Coming!" He replied, looking at you who was now gathering up a bunch of flowers.

He figured he could leave you for now, it didn't seem like too bad of idea. He carried on with the tasks, wanting to be in the good graces of their boss.

"....here kitty kitty kitty"

Uh oh.

"Hey... jace right?" Ran had called out to the familiar face. Walking towards him with Rindou in tow.

"Uh- its Jason sir-"

"Where's y/n?" Both brothers looked around for the smaller version of them.

"Ah! Ieft her outside for a moment, boss. Figured she could've used some fresh air"

"....you left a 4-year-old outside?" "Are you f*cking stupid?!" Rindou raged as Ran held himself back from sucker punching the stupid bozo.

"Find her, if she even has the smallest scratch on her... best believe your body would be drifting away in some lake tomorrow" Ran had threateningly said, his gaze as sharp as Rindou's.

Almost identical in the way they were glaring at him, causing the poor lad to take huge breath to not pee himself.

"Of course! Of course!" He ran towards where he left you, not bothering to look back because he was sure as hell they were following him.

That was when they found you, inside the manhole with only your lower half visible. Your cute little stubby legs barely holding you.

"Y/n!!!" They both shouted. Ran immediately pulled you up by your waist, feeling completely ready to die from how fast his heart was beating.

"I found a pussy!" Was the first thing you said, which made them freeze. All color draining from their eyes as they looked at the now dirty you.

"Y-y/n w-wha-"

"The old men who were walking by earlier heard the meows too! At least I think they did! So they called out to a pussy....though I don't think they found it."

You glanced down, petting the stray kitten in your arms as it purred from your touch.

Ran facepalmed, having had enough of how terrible older brothers they were.

"You, you could've called out to one of the people inside to help you. You could've asked them to help you"

"Eh? I didn't know. I don't know a thing. I'm 4 Jennifer."

I'm very much half asleep lol! So this is not proofread~ wanted to make the usual blurb but got this instead lol

Part 2

#tokyo revengers x reader #Haitani x reader #ran haitani x reader #haitani rindou x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers crack #IM so sleepy hehe~

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remakethestars · 3 years

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Being Damian Wayne's Twin Sister Would Include:

Headcanons.

❝Exactly. I don't ask my dog to drive, and I don't ask the Justice League to solve my problems.❞

— Damian Wayne, Adventures of the Super Sons #9: Showdown on Hexworld

TRIGGER WARNING: Cursing, (Damian’s) death. Mentions of toxic masculinity and internalized misogyny, nightmares, blood, knives.

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When people ask you, “So, which one of you is the evil twin?” Damian always glowers, and you always motion to him.

You look disturbingly alike when only your eyes are showing; Damian’s got long lashes. Talia taught you a good tactic for tag-teaming in combat as kids was to pull up your hinged balaclavas and make the enemy think there was only one of you, that they’re seeing double.

Or for one of you to hang back while the other attacks as a distraction before the other knocks them out from behind.

Obviously, this won’t work when the two of you start filling out, but it works when you’re kids. It’s the reason why, even off the field, the two of you usually wear a matching outfits with hoods.

You utilize the same methods when she sends you to live with Bruce.

You don the Robin costume just like he does, much to the rest of the Batfam’s confusion (both because they weren’t expecting it and because they can’t tell you apart either), but sticking with the “red” theme, you go by Redstart.

There’s a rumor on the street that Robin V. is a meta that can teleport.

The two of you are freakishly good at mimicking the other’s voice and mannerisms, which makes it even harder for your family.

Jason tells you two about April Fools Day, and you make the most of it. Of course, Damian’s a pain in the a$$ and decides to go around pretending to be you and getting into trouble. You’re banned from the mall, and you still have no idea why.

The two of you can communicate with just an impassive expression (Dick says it looks like a prime example of twin telepathy to anyone else), but anyone close to you knows sh¡t’s about to hit the fan when the two of you look at each other and smirk.

If it’s something you can’t communicate nonverbally, you use your cryptophasia.

Cryptophasia is a language developed by twins when they’re learning to talk. Most of them grow out of it, you and Damian decided to keep developing it so it became more of a conlang. No one else has been taught to speak it, and they never will be. It’s for emergencies only.

Sun Tzu’s The Art of War was your Bible growing up, and the two of you call out verses when you fight together and need the other to understand a tactic (you both inherited Bruce’s eidetic memory, so you’ve got it memorized).

When you get too big to pull off the which-is-which game, you make your own costume and become the true Redstart.

It’s basically Damian’s Robin uniform (the Super Sons’s version is the only one I’ll accept), but the boots and gloves are black, the biceps have a white stripe, the lining of the cape is white (the lining of the hood is black), the gold accents become white, it has a zipper down the front instead of clasps, and the mask becomes black (including the eyes). The waterline of the eyes is white. Like a painted redstart.

If Damian’s into animals, you’re into plants. The two of you find common ground on the fact that pollution sucks, so when you walk Titus, you take a trash bag and gloves with you to pick up litter as you go.

You did not want to go to Jon’s school.

Not because you don’t like Jon (because you do), but because you know you could run intellectual circles around every one of those snot-nosed brats.

School is stupid. Especially because the American education system is subpar; everything about it is.

You hardly pay attention in class. You do all of the homework a week ahead of time incase something comes up. Usually you’re doing next week’s homework in class. You’ve written entire papers on your phone in Google Docs in the middle of class to be printed out later.

If you’ve already done everything, Damian’s usually drawing and you’re daydreaming or you’re working on a case on your phone.

The teachers are always trying to catch you not paying attention, but you little sh¡ts can always answer their questions.

Damian’s closest with Dick, but you’re closest with Tim. You admire his ability to plan ahead (see the entirety of the Red Robin comics), and you know that he’s better than both your father and your grandfather; you want to be as good as him when you grow up.

It takes a long time to wash the toxic masculinity and internalized misogyny our of your head, to learn that your grandfather’s ideas of “strength” were wrong, that it’s okay to lean on someone besides Damian, that you can be just as strong as your brother and still be feminine, that there are acceptable emotions besides anger.

Actually, your father teaches you that anger is more likely to get you killed. He won’t let you go into the field when he knows your angry.

It’s harder to drill out of you than your instinct to kill.

There’s a Lebanese restaurant called Tarbooshes (Teen Titans Special #1) the two of you go to when you’re feeling homesick. They make ox blood soup the same way your mother did, and it’s the only non-vegetarian thing Damian will eat for that very reason.

It’s nice to have a place to go where they know you by name and know what you want when you tell them “the usual.” It’s nice to have a place where you’re not a Wayne or an Al Ghul, where you’re just [Y/N] and Damian.

You disappear for an hour on your birthday to eat there. Bruce has asked you were you go, but you kept that between the two of you.

Speaking of birthdays, you’re eleven minutes older than him. He was six pounds and ten ounces (Batman & Robin #0?), and you were a solid seven.

After Damian died, you go to Tarbooshes to feel close to him.

You were doing all right with the no-killing thing until the night Damian died.

Heretic never stood a chance.

He looked so much like Damian it gave you nightmares, though. Nightmares where you killed your twin brother and woke up sobbing.

Damian didn’t give you a speech in his last moments. He just looked over at you and said in your cryptophasia, “I’m sorry.”

Not “I love you.” Not “Take care of them for me.” You knew that; you’d do that. He didn’t have to tell you, and he didn’t have to ask.

Just “I’m sorry.” Sorry that you were the one that was left behind.

It’s one thing to lose a family member, to lose a friend, or to lose a lover. It’s another to lose half of your soul.

The two of you had always feared you would die apart. It had always been a possibility; you weren’t stupid enough to think, “It’ll never happen to me.” Because it definitely could.

And it had.

You wanted to run away from everything. Even just for a while. Go to one of your safe houses in London or France or whatever and just — you didn’t know — stare at the wall until you felt better? But you’d made that unspoken promise to Damian — “I’ll take care of them for you; don’t worry.” — to take care of Titus and Catfred and Jerry and Batcow and Goliath, to take care of Alfred and Bruce and Dick and Jason and Cassandra and Tim, to take care of Jon and Colin and Maps.

You avoided the cave. And if you had to go down there for some reason, you refused to look at the Robin suits.

Dick noticed. He asked if you wanted them taken down, even just for a while. You gave him a look like he was nuts and said, “No.”

Jon was a mess. More of a mess than you were, somehow.

You’d shown up at the Kents’s. Jon was out doing Superboy things with Clark and Conner. Lois was the only one home.

You nearly scared her out of her skin when you materialized behind her and asked, “Is Jon home? It’s important.”

He had to know first. He deserved to.

For all he put up with from you two, he deserved to be the first to know when one of you was f*cking dead.

Lois, of course, bless her heart, had the mom instincts to know that you were in no way, shape, or form okay even when you were trying so hard to hold yourself together. She asked you what’s wrong, and it’s what made you break.

Your lip trembled. “He’s gone.”

“Who’s gone?”

“Damian,” your voice broke. “He’s dead.”

Jon came home to find you in his living room in your Robin uniform, covered in Damian’s and Heretic’s blood, snot running down your lip, sobbing in his mothers arms and knew what happened without having to ask. He did anyway.

When you and Jon both finally passed out, your Uncle Clark flew you back to the Batcave. No one was in any condition — not even Alfred — so he carried you up to your room; took your boots, mask, cape, and gloves off; and tucked you in. Then he went to find Bruce because there was no doubt he was losing it too.

Bruce doesn’t tell you anything about trying to find a way to bring him back without the Lazarus pit because he doesn’t want to get your hopes up.

You walk into your room one day to find Damian sitting there reading the dissertation (the requirement was three pages, not 120, but your teacher would just have to deal with your coping mechanisms) you had been working on for your World History class and left up on your laptop while on patrol.

He said with the utmost indifference, “You’ve made some good points, Sister,” and, of course, you pulled out a knife and attacked him because this was — was — was some shapeshifting alien or hologram tech or a cruel joke — your twin was dead, this wasn’t funny, whoever did this was going to pay.

He met you blow-for-blow and flipped away from you before saying, “And here I was expecting a warm welcome,” in your cryptophasia.

“Brother?”

“Tt. Obviously.”

Yeah, a college level thesis. You’re smart. You inherited Bruce’s eidetic memory and were raised by assassins.

You learned seven languages and wrote five doctoral theses by the time your teeth came in, wrote your first letter to a newspaper editor when you were two, could’ve had a geology doctorate when you were seven (Super Sons #1), and it only took you a week to learn the language on Takron-Galtos. You’re smart.

You’re also incredibly skilled. You learned to drive when you were five (Super Sons #1), your mother trained you to go for weeks without eating (Adventures of the Super Sons #6), you can micro-sleep for days and converse with half your brain asleep, can use a muscular contraction to move your liver out of the way of a blade (Nightwing #20), and can place yourself in a deep trance to heal damages caused by a hematoma (also #20).

(My dumba$$ didn’t note what Super Sons/Adventure of the Super Sons comic I was reading when I took notes, so I don’t have all of them noted in the two above bullet points. But that’s where they’re from. If I end up rereading them, I’ll edit this and add the comic numbers.)

The first time on patrol you thought Bruce was gonna die, you called him Baba.

The next evening, when Dick came to visit the cave, he turned to you and Damian and asked, “So, which one of you called him Dad?”

“How’d you know?” you asked.

“He’s smiling the way he did the day I called him Tati.”

“He’s not smiling,” Damian pointed out.

“He is on the inside.”

Can we talk about how royally the Arkham Knights game screwed up Tim Drake? (Though, everything seems to screw up Tim one way or another, I guess.) Why does he look like a quidditch player in the gif above the cut?

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DISCLAIMER ━━━ I’m a dumb white American, and I don’t know much about Arab or Romani culture other than what I’ve learned online. I hope I got it right?? If I didn’t, please drop a comment or P.M. me or something to let me know!

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donnabenevientosimpingzone · 3 years

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Elena Dimitrescu headcannons

NOTE: Not my character! Created by @annasassiart but for the sake of this blog I’m laying out how I interpret the character so my followers can know how to expect me to doodle her with the rest of the family- with my last doodle of Elena- I realized I needed this as well or else I wouldn’t keep it consistent wheeze.

OVERALL:

- Very Kuudere like, she’s a stone face and rarely openly shows her emotions- for her, actions speak louder than words. But don’t get this wrong, she’s still a lovely dumbass.

- The youngest sister and Daniela is ecstatic about that XD

- Fave colour is blue, when she’s not in the dress, she’s chilling around the house with various shades of blue outfits.

- The artist of the family! While she enjoys reading as a sister bonding moment with Bela and Dani, her passion lies in sketchbooks.

- Her forte is graphite and oil/acrylic painting- she vents whatever emotions she can through art when she’s not doodling mindlessly to pass the time.

- Same with venting through art, she vents through music too. It’s not uncommon to hear somber or fast piano music in the castle when Elena is practicing- though no one has figured out it’s how she’s feeling- cuz she just claims to like those kinds of songs.

- A huntress like Cass! She looks up to Cassandra the most, and the two have a silent bond that can’t be broken. It’s scary how they don’t have to speak to communicate-

- The shortest Dimi sister, based on how I draw the sisters, she’ll only be two or three inches shorter than Bela.

- Softie for cute things... give her a bunny and she’ll sit there petting and cuddling the thing for hOURS.

- A little less emotionally constipated in my opinion, mostly since she’s the youngest and got the most attention from Alcina since bat mom could afford to focus on her rather than frantically switch between three-

- But still emotionally dense, she has a hard time understanding how she’s feeling despite being pretty emotionally in tune to others.

ALCINA

- Like the rest of her sisters, she LOVES her mom.

- She borders on absolutely clingy-

- As a kid she would not be out of her mother’s arms and to this day she can’t walk beside Alcina without pinching the fabric of her dress inbetween forefinger and thumb.

- Touch hungry.

- She’s not as verbally needing of affirmation like Bela, but if Alcina pats her head after something, she’s practically been blessed by the hands of a goddess.

- Alcina is the only one who’s seen her laugh, and oh how does she love that sound.

DANIELA

- Honestly doesn’t have a hard time keeping up with Dani’s feral energy-

- They are basically “the dumb idea generator” and “the dumb idea doer” duo.

- Sleepovers are often held in each other’s rooms, and Elena almost never takes off any trinkets Daniela makes her.

- Not uncommon to see her with braided hair that she refuses to undo because Dani did it during a sleepover last night.

- Dani is the one who’s seen her smile the most. She smiles with the rest of her family, but Dani usually gets to see it the most.

CASSANDRA

- As stated earlier, the sister Elena looks up to the most.

- They will hunt together for hours or even days on end-

- Not uncommon to see Cass training her in the courtyard.

- Thanks to her artistic abilities and Cass’s talent in weapon making and forgery, they manage to design some cool things together.

- They rarely get mad at each other, but when they do, Elena’s the one who tries her best to make up.

- Cass is probably the only one who has seen her cry.

BELA

- The sister she spends the least time with, not because she doesn’t love her, but just because they’re both having their attention on something else-

- When they do spend time together though, it’s mostly reading and drawing together with music playing, the silent company needed after a bad day.

- Bela does teach her stuff like the piano and history, the blondie finds that her youngest sister is a really good listener.

- They might vent to each other, Elena might ask about emotions, but usually they’re relaxing company for each other.

- Bela is the only one who has ever seen her visibly get angry.

DONNA/ANGIE

- we got a fourth feral over protective flesh eating fly colony hell yeah

- At first they didn’t click, Elena was just too intimidating to Donna with her 24/7 deadpan stares and Angie didn’t like how she rarely talked back.

- But after a while Donna came to appreciate the silent gestures and Angie found out that the fourth Dimi sister is just a quiet, stone face Daniela.

- Artistic abilities come in handle in asking Auntie Don-Don for outfits, and drawing together with Angie is always a chaotic mess.

- They both have unique nicknames for each other based on cute fluffy things- though Donna still has a tendency to call her by bug like nicknames too like her sisters.

- “Snowflake/Snowfly” is a favourite and Donna defaults to it usually.

#headcannons #resident evil #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #elena dimitrescu #donna beneviento #angie the doll

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sneezehq · 3 years

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Family Talk

"Yang is a great mom. She raised me, after all."

Written for a prompt by hunnyB on AO3: "It would be cute to see something like Ruby talking proudly about her sister to her teammates and friends and Yang opening about their past. I like to see people looking at Yang with a sad-surprised face. Or maybe Ruby telling everyone Yang is basically a mother to her, and Yang tears up and everyone is surprised."

I took way longer writing this than I should have, because I kept fussing with when I should set it, until I finally gave up and went ahead and set this sometime in the future, when Salem is defeated and they're all happy and safe and share an apartment together and they all live happily ever after. And, since it's sometimes hard to get Ruby to talk about things, I decided to loosen Ruby's tongue a bit, so have a doped-up post wisdom teeth surgery Ruby. (Also because I thought it'd be adorable if the first thing Ruby does while on painkillers is talk about how awesome her older sister is.) Enjoy!

"We're back!" Yang calls over her shoulder, nudging the door shut behind her until she hears it close with a loud click. She turns to set the bags she's carrying on the counter—and immediately has to lunge forwards to keep her sister from faceplanting into the tile. "Rubes, we just got back from the doctor. Please try to avoid braining yourself for now."

"Whatever, mom," Ruby mumbles, words slightly slurred. Yang steadies her with a hand on her shoulder and steers her over to the couch.

"Here, lie down before you fall down," she says, nudging Ruby onto the couch. Her sister flops onto the cushions, giggling loudly.

Blake smiles fondly, finally looking up from her book. "How'd it go?" she calls from the armchair, absently flipping to the next page.

"Everything went fine, the surgery went smoothly, all that good stuff," Yang replies. "She'll be sore for the next few days, but we're all stocked up on soup and ice cream and stuff for smoothies, so she should be fine."

"You're lucky, Blake," Weiss teases from the doorway. "Yang's already preparing for when you two have kids. She's going to be a great mom."

Both Blake and Yang blush furiously at Weiss' comment. Yang attempts to head back to the kitchen, but she's stopped by a hand on her arm. "Come sit with me," Ruby whines. "I'm cold. Wan' snuggles."

"Ruby, I need to put the ice cream away before it melts," Yang sighs, attempting to pull herself free.

But despite being hopped up on strong painkillers, her sister's grip doesn't budge. "Please, Yang?"

"I'll take care of the ice cream," Weiss offers, strolling over to the collection of grocery bags on the counter. "You know how she gets when she's like this. She's not going to shut up until you sit with her."

"Fine, fine," Yang says, nudging Ruby over to make room on the couch. "Thanks, Weiss. Happy now?" she asks her sister.

Ruby nods into Yang's thigh, having arranged herself with her head in her sister's lap. Yang smiles fondly, running a hand through her sister's hair. "How're you feeling?"

"Mouth hurts. Tired. M' head feels weird."

"Yeah, you're not gonna be feeling too great for the next few days. Why don't you take a nap?" Yang suggests. "Sleep off the worst of it. You can have some ice cream when you wake up."

The younger girl, frowns, shaking her head. "Don' wanna sleep," she complains.

"Could've told you it wouldn't be that easy," Weiss says, settling herself into the chair across from Blake. Ruby frowns at her. "What's wrong?"

"What you said. Before. Yang is a great mom." Ruby looks directly at Weiss, suddenly seeming free of her medicated haze. "She raised me, after all."

Silence falls over the room, as the reactions from the other girls vary. Blake has a knowing look on her face, but she also seems very sad all of a sudden. Yang looks embarrassed. Weiss has a curious expression on her face. "What are you talking about, Ruby?"

"Dad wasn't around much, when we were kids," Ruby mumbles. Blake and Weiss lean closer to hear her better. "So, Yang took care of us. She'd read stories to me before bed, and help me with my homework, and packed lunches, and she even cooked for us. She was always there for me."

Their teammates look at the pair of sisters with a mixture of awe and sadness. They'd both known that the two were close, but they'd never had a chance to see why they were so close—or just how deep that bond between them ran.

"Ruby, we don't have to talk about this now," Yang says hastily, bowing her head so that her face is hidden behind a curtain of blonde hair. Even with her face covered, it's impossible to miss the way that she'd blushing.

Ruby shakes her head. "No, I wanna talk about it. You're so awesome and you do so much for me, but you never want me to tell anyone about it," she whines, trying to push herself up to a sitting position.

"Ok, ok, don't get all worked up while you still have stitches in your mouth," Yang scolds her, gently pressing on her shoulders until Ruby gives in and lays back down. "I just can't believe that you'd want to compliment me after living off of my cooking for so long."

Ruby blinks up at her, a fond but slightly dopey smile on her face. "It wasn' that bad."

"It wasn't great, though," Yang points out.

"We're still alive." Ruby gives a lazy half-shrug. "We did eat a lot of sandwiches, though."

"After all these years you're still complaining about that? I'll have you know that sandwiches are very healthy. You've got bread and meat and boom, both your basic food groups. If you're feeling adventurous you can even add some lettuce. Then you've even got veggies. I rest my case. Sandwiches are the ultimate food."

Ruby giggles loudly, before her face splits with a wide yawn. "Yang? I'm tired." Her eyes fall shut, and within seconds she's snoring.

"Finally," Yang lets out a sigh of relief.

Weiss shakes her head incredulously. "Those painkillers are really strong, too. I've never seen anyone be able to fight them like that."

"It's sheer willpower," Blake says softly. "Ruby is the most determined person I've ever met. I guess it shouldn't that surprising."

"Oh, she's stubborn alright," Yang agrees. "You should have seen her as a little kid. She was determined to get into everything. I lost track of her every time I turned around. And once she developed her semblance? Good luck keeping up with the kid with super speed!" She laughs cheerfully, but her expression is still pensive.

"I hadn't realized," Blake says, a distant look on her face. "That you two were so close. You told me a little bit about your family, when we were back at Beacon, but it never occurred to me how much responsibility you took on as a child."

"And you told me, back at Haven, about how your mom left, and you lost Ruby's mom too, but I didn't realize, even then, how hard that must have been on you." Weiss looks guilty. She wraps her arms around herself. "I'm sorry I kept asking about it. I didn't mean to upset you."

"I'm not upset," Yang says softly. "I'm just—I'm not really used to talking about it, that's all. It's not really something I try to think about too much. It's a little easier these days, since I've got you guys, but it's still hard to think about how my dad was after we lost Summer. He just kind of—shut down. Don't get me wrong, he was still there, he still made sure we had food in the house, and he had Qrow check in on us when he could. But he was busy with school, so." She sighs heavily. "I just did what anyone would have, in our situation. Someone had to take care of us, and make sure that Ruby grew up okay. I don't think that I did anything special, honestly."

"But you did," Weiss says firmly. "Trust me, Yang, what you did was very special. Most people in your situation would have just given up. They definitely wouldn't have tried as hard as you did. You're an amazing older sister and Ruby adores you."

"You should be proud of yourself," Blake murmurs. "Not only did you raise an amazing little sister, but you didn't turn out too bad yourself. Not only did you handle a very difficult set of circumstances beautifully, but you even came out the other side smiling. Not many people can say that."

"Thanks, guys," Yang whispers, wiping away the tear tracks on her face with a watery smile. They sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. Across from her, her girlfriend has settled back in her chair, reabsorbed in her book. Weiss is messing with the remote, trying to see if anything good is on. And Ruby is snoring softly, laying half-cured with her head in Yang's lap. After all these years, they still fit together perfectly.

"I couldn't ask for a better family."

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Season 3a; Episode 11: Alpha Pact

Hello all! After this one there is only one more chapter of season 3a! If you guys are liking the story and want to be added to the taglist let me know! As always constructive criticism is welcomed. And please make sure to answer my pinned post if you like the 100!

Season 3a; Episode 11: Alpha Pact

Pairings: Scott McCall x Twin Sister, Lydia Martin x Best Friend

Warnings: panic attack, swearing

Word Count: 4,112

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Hearing someone running down the stairs, I turned to see Stiles. "Where's Scott? Where's my mom?"

Stiles sighs, "Jennifer took your mom. And Scott..." He trails off.

"Stiles, what happened?"

"He went with Deucalion." My mouth falls open in shock, unsure of how to process this new information. Rather than thinking about it right now I decided to turn back around to try and get Derek to wake up.

After a few more agonizingly long minutes Derek slowly blinks his eyes open. Spotting me and Stiles above him, he pushes himself into a sitting position and asks, "Where is she?"

"Jennifer? Gone." Stiles answers.

"With my mom." I quietly add, still trying to process the fact that my only two family members are with psychopaths.

"She took her?" Derek questions.

Stiles nods, "Yeah. And if that wasn't enough of a kick to the balls, Scott also left with Deucalion. So get up. The police are coming and we need to get you the hell out of here."

Stiles and I both help Derek off of the elevator floor, "What about Cora?" The Alpha asks, concerned for his sister.

"She made it out with Peter and Isaac." I answer as we make our way to the exit.

"You should go with him, (Y/N/N)." Stiles speaks up.

I quickly shake my head, "No, I'm staying with you." Stiles sighs but nods.

Before Derek gets the chance to leave, I pull him into a quick hug. "Be careful. And please keep us updated."

Derek awkwardly pats my back, "Uh, yeah. You too."

Stiles raises his eyebrow in question once Derek is gone, "What? I'm his favorite. I can get away with doing things like that." I shrug in response.

Stiles shakes his head, though a small smile forms on his lips. "Let's go wait for the cops." He says, leading me over to the waiting room chairs.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Stiles and I sat side-by-side holding tightly to each other's hand. We needed some sort of comfort since both of our parents were taken by Jennifer and Scott decided to be friendly with the demon wolf.

We looked up at the sound of the hospital doors opening. My mouth fell open as I saw an FBI agent making his way towards us, "Do you think he saw me? Can I make a run for it?" I quietly ask Stiles.

"I'm pretty sure he saw you." He gave my hand a squeeze. "I'll be right here for you the whole time."

Once the Agent approaches I quickly look down at mine and Stiles entwined hands, refusing to make eye contact. I start focusing on my breathing, counting inside my head but also focusing on the words exchanged between the two guys near me.

"A Stilinski at the center of all this mess. What a shocker." My jaw clenches at his words and I can feel Stiles becoming more annoyed by the second. "Though I do wish you weren't here, (Y/N)."

Neither Stiles nor I answer. "Do you think you can give me some answers without the usual level of sarcasm?"

"If you can ask them without the usual level of stupid." Stiles replies, glaring at the man.

I start to play with Stiles fingers as I hear the Agent speak once more, "Where's your dad and why has nobody been able to contact him?"

"I don't know. Haven't seen him in hours." Stiles answers.

"Is he drinking again?"

"What do you mean again? He never had to stop." Stiles spits out.

"That was you." I mumbled under my breath, but both men heard me.

The agent sighs but chooses to ignore my words, "But he did have to slow down. Is he drinking like he used to?"

"How about next time I see him I give him a field sobriety test? We'll do the alphabet starting with F and ending with U." Stiles angrily says, making me smile lightly.

"How about you just tell me what the hell happened here?" The agent asks, trying a different approach.

"We don't know. We were stuck in the elevator the whole time." Stiles answers, sticking to the lie we came up with earlier.

"You're not the one who put the name on the doors, are you?"

For the first time in the conversation I look up, exchanging a look with Stiles. "What name?" We ask together.

"Argent. Do you know who that is?" Stiles and I both nod in response, not feeling the need to answer considering the agent probably already knows who they are too.

"Well you can leave Stiles, I would like to talk with my daughter."

"I stopped being your daughter the day you left me and Scott. If Stiles is leaving I am too. And you can't make me stay." I glare at the man. I look back to Stiles and tug on his hand, "Come on."

*_*_*_*_*_*

Stiles and I quickly make our way to the Argent's to let them know that their name was left on the elevator doors at the hospital. "The word is Guardian, Allison. More than anyone, you know that's a role I haven't exactly lived up to lately." Mr. Argent says to his daughter.

We move down the hall, walking into Mr. Argent's office. "But she took Mrs. McCall and Stiles' father. That's not a coincidence." Allison argues.

"I'd also consider the fact someone put your name in large block letters on the elevator doors. That kind of felt like a pretty big warning to me." Stiles adds.

"I think it might have been Morrell. I think she knows a lot more than she lets on. She might even be trying to help us."

"Well she needs to get on that a lot faster since the lunar eclipse is less than two freaking nights away."

Stiles fell into a chair as I chewed on my bottom lip. "Stiles, don't give up hope." Mr. Argent says, looking at the teenager.

"They could already be dead."

"I don't think so. There's something about Jennifer's tactics. It's like she's still positioning. Still moving pieces into place."

"And you're one of them." Allison says.

"Okay." Mr. Argent sighs, "Then let's not wait around to see her next move."

He lays out a map then continues speaking, "Everything she's done has been on a Telluric Current. So Melissa and the Sheriff have to be somewhere on one of the Currents, right?"

"That would make sense." I answer. Though Mr. Argent is looking at Stiles.

"Stiles, if we're going to find them, we need your help."

"You seriously want to go after her? Have you even seen what she's been able to do? She tossed Scott across the room like it was nothing." I place a comforting hand on Stiles shoulder as he speaks, understanding his concern and frustration.

"What if she just takes you like the others? I mean, no offense, but what's the difference between you and them?" Stiles continues.

"I'm carrying a .45." Mr. Argent places the gun on top of the map. "Maybe she can heal from a shot to the leg and a few slashes to the face. But, personally, I'd like to see how she holds up with half her skull blown off. We've got one priority right now. Find your mom," He says looking at me.

He then turns to Stiles, "And your dad. We've got a map and every clue we need to figure this out. The only thing we don't have is time. Which is why I need all three of you."

"We can do this. We have to." I say, giving Stiles’ shoulder a squeeze.

Stiles nods in response, "Where do we start?" We all gather around the map as Mr. Argent pulls out a black light.

"The place where the sacrifices have been committed have usually been different from where the bodies have been found. I think the placement has to do with the strength of the Current. So there's the School, the Animal Clinic, the Bank."

"What about the motel?" Stiles asks.

"I don't think she'd take them that far."

"This still looks like too much ground to cover. We could spend weeks looking at all the possibilities." Allison says.

"She must have some sort of pattern that she follows." I add in.

"She wouldn't use the same place twice, would she?" Stiles questions.

"Only if she didn't succeed the first time." Mr. Argent says. He moves his finger to point at the bank.

"Scott's boss?" Allison asks her father.

"Deaton. It was her only failure. That could mean something."

"So we should go check it out, right?"

"Definitely."

"But that's just one place so far. We need more help." Stiles says.

"What about Lydia?"

"Lydia? What can she do?" Mr. Argent asks.

"She's found a few of the bodies without meaning to. It has to be related to the supernatural but we're not sure what she is yet." I answer. I then turn to look at Allison, "We can try to see if she knows anything but she still doesn't know how to control it. And if they are still alive she may not even be able to help."

Allison and her father nod. They then turn to start collecting weapons so that they can go to the bank and try to find my mom and the Sheriff. Stiles and I look on in awe as we see the two Argent's pull out weapon after weapon. "I thought you guys were retired?" Stiles asks.

"Retired, yes." Mr. Argent says, "Defenseless, no. Now make sure your phone's on. If you hear from Scott, let us know immediately."

"I'm thinking that's going to be kind of unlikely." At Stiles' words, he, Allison and I share a look.

"The three of you, try to remember he's just doing what he thinks is right. I've seen that seventeen year old boy come through more often than most men I've known. Don't give up yet."

"I'll never give up on my brother." I say, a look of determination on my face. Stiles gives a nod as we turn our attention to Allison.

She isn't paying attention to us but rather looking towards the door. We follow her gaze to see Isaac, "How did you get in here?" Mr. Argent asks.

"Through her window." Isaac replies, glancing at Allison. "Sorry. I just. I want to help. I can't shoot a gun or use a crossbow. But I'm starting to get pretty good with these." He opens his hand to reveal his claws.

"We'll take it." Mr. Argent says.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Stiles and I are now sitting in Lydia's room, telling her about what occured at the hospital. "I don't believe it. Scott can't really be with them. He can't be." She says, shaking her head.

"You didn't see the look on his face. It was the same one I saw on my mother when the doctors told her there was nothing they could do. It was just total hopelessness." Stiles replies.

"I still think he'll come through. It's Scott we're talking about. He'll never do anything to harm someone." I say.

"What do I do?" Lydia asks, "I mean I get that I'm like some kind of human Geiger counter for death. But I don't know how to turn it on and off yet. All I know is she tried to kill me because of..." She trails off.

"Because of what? Lydia?" I ask, lightly grabbing my best friend's hand.

"She called me a Banshee. (Y/N/N), you were on the right track. I'm a Banshee. She was surprised by it. What if that's not why she tried to kill me?"

"Then why did she?" Stiles questions.

"That's what we need to find out."

*_*_*_*_*_*

Stiles, Lydia, and I walk through the school hallways. Lydia keeps glancing at her phone, "Aiden's not texting me back."

The sound of my phone beeping stops her from saying anything else, "What? Oh God, what is it now?" She asks me as I look at the text.

"It's Isaac. Jennifer took Allison's father. That means she has all three of them now." I reply. I stare down at my phone and quickly reply only to shove it in my pocket a second later.

Lydia's voice breaks me out of my thoughts, "Stiles? Are you okay?"

I quickly turn to face him, seeing that his breathing is becoming irregular. "No." He mutters out.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"He's having a panic attack." I answer, already knowing the symptoms.

I gently take him by his arm as I bring him into the locker room. "Just think about something else. Anything else." Lydia says as she follows us into the room.

"Like?" Stiles asks.

I lower him to a sitting position as Lydia continues, "Happy things. Good things. Friends, family- I mean- not family."

"I love you Lyds, but please shut the fuck up." I say as gently as possible.

"I can't- I can't." Stiles says, breath becoming more rapid. His hands are placed firmly on his knees. Without much thought I gently grab his face, forcing him to look at me.

"Stiles. Look at me. Focus on my voice. Match my breathing." He gasps for breath, still not being able to stop the panic attack. Finally, I close the distance between our faces and kiss him.

After a brief moment, he gently begins to kiss back. Our lips slowly part, Stiles' body relaxes as he opens his eyes to look at me. "How did you do that?" He quietly asks.

"Holding your breath helps you regain control of your breathing. When I kissed you, you held your breath."

"I did?"

"You did."

"How did you know that holding your breath helps?"

"I started having panic attacks after my dad left. Plus I used the same trick on Isaac not too long ago." I shrug.

"Thanks, that was really smart."

"It was nothing." I shrug once more.

Lydia speaks up, "Well if I was really smart I'd tell you to sign up for a few sessions with the Guidance Counselor. Both of you."

"Morrell." Stiles says.

"She knows more than you'd expect."

I scoff, "Yeah, you can say that again." Stiles and I share a knowing look. I help him stand back up so that we can go talk with Morrell.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Once we made it to Morrell's office we saw a girl waiting, "You here for Ms. Morrell?" Stiles asks.

"No, I thought this was gym class." I would have laughed at her sarcastic reply if we weren't in such a rush to find the woman in question.

"Sweetheart, we're not in the mood for funny. Do you know where she is?" Lydia questions.

"If I did I wouldn't have been waiting here for twenty minutes. So how about you three back out the door and wait your turn."

"We're not here for a session."

"Well I am. And I've got some serious issues to work on."

"You're Danielle. You're Heather's best friend." Stiles says, realizing who the girl is.

"I was Heather's best friend. We've been working on that issue three times a week."

"Hold on. Did you say Morrell's twenty minutes late?" Lydia asks, bringing the attention back to her.

Danielle nods, "And I don't know why either. She's always on time."

Lydia turns her attention to Stiles and I, "I was seeing her at the beginning of the semester. She was never late. Not even a minute."

"Three guesses on where she is." I say looking at Stiles.

"I want to know what she knows." Stiles replies. He starts rifling through papers on her desk then moves to the filing cabinet when he doesn't find anything. I turn to help as the other two look on in shock.

"What are you two doing?" Danielle asks.

"Trying to find her."

"Those files are private."

"She's kinda right." Lydia pipes in.

"Here's yours." Stiles says, pulling out Lydia's file.

"Let me see that." Lydia grabs the file from Stiles hand. She opens it, looking inside. The rest of us looked over her shoulder to see.

"Wait. That's your drawing."

"Yeah, I know. It's a tree."

"You're good." Danielle says, impressed.

Lydia brightly smiles, "Thank you."

"That's the same one." Stiles says.

I gently pull the drawing out of the file to get a better look as Lydia asks him, "The same as what?"

"The same one I've seen you drawing in class."

"It's a tree. I like drawing trees."

"No, he means it's the same one. Like the exact same." I reply, finally tearing my eyes away from the drawing.

"Let me see your bag." Stiles says. He opens her bag to pull out her notebook. When he opens it we see the same drawing found on page after page. The only difference is the size of each drawing.

"Okay, you can have my session. You've got bigger issues." Danielle replies, she stands up and walks out of the room, though the rest of us don't pay much attention.

"What is this?" Lydia asks, clearly frightened.

Stiles and I are both quiet as we study the drawings, "Wait. What if it's not supposed to be looked at this way?" I speak up. I take one of the drawings and turn it upside down.

"I know where they are." Stiles says.

"The root cellar." I add, voiced laced with disbelief.

After putting Lydia's file back where we found it we rushed out of Morrell's office. "It's the Nemeton. That's where she's keeping them. It has to be."

"(Y/N), Stilinski!" A voice calls from down the hall.

"I'm not dealing with this right now." I say as soon as my eyes meet my fathers.

"I will, don't worry." Stiles reassures.

"We'll go to Derek's. Him and Peter will know where it is." Stiles nods at my words. I grab Lydia's hand as I tug her away.

"Was that your dad?" Lydia asks.

"Yes, I don't want to interact with him anymore than I need to."

*_*_*_*_*_*

I reach to open the loft door without knocking but stop when it slides open to reveal Peter. "You." Lydia says in shock.

"Me." Peter replies.

Lydia's anger rises, "You."

Peter winces at her tone, "Me." He says once more, almost sounding apologetic. "Derek. We have visitors."

Peter steps back to let us in. We walk past him to see Derek beside Cora. "How is she?" I ask, laying a gentle hand on the Alpha's shoulder.

"Not getting any better." He replies. He then turns around to properly face Lydia and I. "What do you girls need?"

We quickly explain the situation to both Peter and Derek and wait for them to reply. Though when they answer, it isn't what we wanted to hear. "You don't know where it is?" Lydia asks, confused.

"We did. After a few memorable experiences, though..." He shares a look with Derek. "Talia- Derek's mother and my older sister- decided she didn't want us ever going back. She knew how dangerous it was. So she took the memory of its location from us."

"So how do we find out where it is?" I ask, my frustration rising.

*_*_*_*_*_*

After leaving Derek's loft we met up with Stiles, Isaac, and Allison at the Animal Clinic. All of us, plus the vet, stood around an exam table, "It has to be on a Telluric Current. Maybe even at the axis of two. Or where all intersect. I know it's where Derek took Paige to die." Stiles speaks, glancing at me as he says the last part.

"My dad and Gerard were there once. But Gerard said it was years ago and he couldn't remember where it was. And my dad obviously isn't going to be able to tell us now." Allison says.

"Mine either."

"She took everyone who would remember." Lydia pipes in.

"Then how do we find this place?" Isaac questions.

"That's the same question I asked Peter and Derek. They didn't have an answer." I reply.

We turn to Deaton, "Doc?" Stiles asks.

Deaton sighs, "There might be a way. But it's dangerous. And most importantly, for it to work... We're going to need Scott."

*_*_*_*_*_*

Stiles, Deaton, and I stood in front of Stiles jeep. The headlights of the car lighting up the darkness around us. Scott steps out from the shadows, slowly making his way over to us. "How did you find out?" Scott asks.

"Lydia. You?" Stiles answers.

"Morrell. But none of the Alphas know where it is either."

"If this works, are you going to tell them?"

"I can't stop Jennifer without them."

"How about we concentrate on finding your parents first?" Deaton pipes in.

Scott nods, "What's the plan?"

"Essentially, you, Allison and Stiles need to be surrogate sacrifices for your parents."

"So we die for them?"

"But he can bring us back." Stiles says. He then turns to Deaton, "You can definitely bring us back, right?"

"Hopefully, yes."

"Hopefully?" I ask, bringing the attention to me.

"You remember the part where I said it was dangerous?" Deaton then turns to Scott, "If it goes right, the three of you will only be dead for a few seconds. But there's something else you need to think about. This is a dangerous thing in more ways than one. You'll be giving power back to the Nemeton. A place that hasn't had power for a long time. When it did, Beacon Hills was quite different. This kind of power is like a magnet."

"A magnet for the supernatural?" I ask.

Deaton nods so Stiles speaks, "Doesn't sound any worse than what we've already seen."

"You'd be surprised what you have yet to see." Deaton ominously says.

"Is that it?" Scott asks, hoping that that's all there is to worry about.

"No. It'll also have an affect on the three of you. You won't be able to see it, but you'll feel it every day for the rest of your lives. It'll be a kind of darkness over your heart. And permanent. Like a scar."

"Like a tattoo." Scott whispers.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Reconvening at the Animal Clinic, Scott, Stiles and Allison step towards the tubs filled with ice. "All right. What did you bring?" Deaton asks the three teenagers.

Stiles holds up his dad's badge, "Jennifer kind of crushed it in her hand. I hammered it out a bit. Still doesn't look great."

"It doesn't have to look good if it has meaning." Deaton's eyes then move to Allison.

She holds up a silver bullet, "Is that an actual silver bullet?" Isaac asks, looking at it cautiously.

"My dad made it. It's sort of a ceremonial thing. When one of us finishes learning all the skills to be a Hunter, you forge your own silver bullet as a testament to the code." Allison replies.

"Scott?" Deaton asks, looking at my twin.

He holds up mom's watch, "My dad gave this to my mom when she first got hired at the hospital. She used to say it was the only thing in their marriage that ever worked."

Stiles looks it over, "It says water-resistant. Not waterproof."

"I don't think she's going to mind if it saves her life."

"Okay, the three of you will get in. Each of us will hold you down until you're essentially... well, dead. But it's not just someone to hold you under. It's someone who can pull you back. Someone with a strong connection to you. A kind of emotional tether."

Lydia immediately starts moving towards Allison while I move towards Scott. "(Y/N), you go with Stiles."

"Scott's my twin though. I'm pretty sure we have the biggest emotional connection." I say, giving the vet a questioning look.

"You'll be able to bring Stiles back and Isaac will be able to bring Scott."

I look in between Scott and Stiles, unsure what to do. Scott gives me an encouraging nod, "It's okay."

We all take our places and the trio steps into the tubs. They shiver as they sit down and Stiles turns towards Scott, "By the way, if I don't come back and you do, you should probably know something. Your dad's in town."

Scott quickly glances at me seeing an unreadable expression on my face. I give him a brief nod then he turns back around to focus on the task at hand. In an instant Isaac, Lydia, and I all push our respective people under the water, waiting until they lay still.

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Blue boy feeling blue (needs to have kisses to chase the blues away)

I swear I'm gonna update and post the second chapter of my LK exchange fic, but I just had to get this out of my system after seeing THIS art by @sidsinning.

AO3

He wakes up with his head feeling heavy; as if someone had stuffed his skull with cotton to replace his brain. He tries to move, but as soon as he does, he sees the world tilt and turn and swivel all around –

“Maaaa! Ju-” a cough interrupts his shout, before continuing his call with a weaker and strained voice, “J-juleka?”

It takes about 5 seconds for him to hear the thundering footsteps of his family getting closer, and a few more before their concerned faces appear.

“We heard you yelling like a scared pup; what’s wrong?” Anarka approaches her son, who’s in–between struggling to sit up and trying not to throw up, and combs through the mess called his hair. “You alright, son? You’re looking a bit *peely wally right now.”

“He’s kind of burning up, Ma.” Juleka says, her hand resting on her brother’s forehead. Luka is a little surprised to not have noticed her do that, but then again, he’s feeling too out of it to even know what’s happening to him.

“Wha…I feel awful. W-why…?”

“Tsk, you were out in the *baltic weather while drenched like a drowning cat for too long, is why and what happened!” Anarka tightens her grip on Luka’s clump of black and blue hair, but not enough to have him flinch and only to serve as a warning.

“I should’ve known that big brothers could be this stupid, especially when around – “Luka swipes at her with his weak arm, interrupting Juleka with her lecture. She effortlessly avoids getting hit, even if she knows her brother doesn’t have enough strength to make his point, and laughs at him.

“That’s what you get, really. Sometimes I hate when my stubbornness shines through one or the both of you. You should’ve stayed at the Dupain-Chengs for a while to dry and warm up like you were asked to, instead of walking back home like soaked to the bone.”

“Maaaaa…”

“Don’t ‘Ma’ me, Luka! You should see yourself right now. Even your girl was adamant on giving you a sweater she made for you, or so your sister heard. I didn’t peg you for the daft type.”

“S’was ‘posed t’be… her surprise.” Unable to stay sitting up, Luka gives in to gravity and falls back into bed,. The drop has him feeling queasier than when he woke up. “She shu’nt have.”

“Listen to yourself.” His mother shakes her head in disappointment, unbelieving at how her son is acting. And to think he was the responsible one out of the three of them. Just as her mouth opens to lecture him some more, she sees her daughter with her phone out. “Juleka, what’re you doing?”

“I’m recording him; this doesn’t happen much. I’m taking as much blackmail material as possible.”

“Your brother is sick. Your own blood.”

“Just let me have this, Ma. Besides, he’s going to need proof of what happens when he starts acting reckless.”

“Fine, but could you at least fetch him a glass of water and some medicine? Your brother’s throat is probably as dry as a desert.”

“Yeah, sure.”

As Juleka goes to find what’s needed, Anarka turns back to her son, who’s miserably trying to will away his sickness by tightly closing his eyes and clenching his fists against his blanket. She reaches out to his hands one by one and gently pries his fingers off the fabric, and massages the lines on his forehead away.

“There, there. You’ll get through this; I know you will.” She turns back to Juleka, back from the kitchen, and takes the glass of water medicine from her. “You’re a Couffaine, after all. Now drink this and go back to sleep. I’ll make some soup for you to eat when you wake up.”

“Too sick… eat.” Luka manages to say after washing the pill down his throat. He’s never felt so thirsty until now, evident from how he finishes the entire glass. “Don’ wanna.”

“You’ll be saying otherwise when you wake up and your stomach’s trying to imitate a whale mating call, dummy.”

Oh, whatever happened to his sweet little sister? Those are his last thoughts before he succumbs to the heaviness of his lids.

He wakes up feeling warm, and not the comfortable kind of warm. The moment Luka’s eyes blink awake, he tries not to move his head too much in fear of witnessing the world go round and round and round and –

“Oh, you’re awake.”

He turns his head slowly towards the doorway and sees his sister leaning on the side.

“How’re you feeling?” The slight scrunch of her brows lets him know just how worried she is.

“Uh…” he starts to get up, thankful that he doesn’t feel like his whole body is spinning out of control, and puts a hand against his stomach. Soon enough, he feels the rumble before he hears it. “M’hungry.”

He chooses to ignore the smirk Juleka gives him.

“Why don’t you take a shower? Make sure you wear something dry and warm right after, okay? I’ll heat up the soup up for you while you’re at it.”

After Juleka leaves, Luka sluggishly gets up from bed, skipping to make his bed while silently promising to do it later (when he’s all better). As he struggles to walk forward, he feels his shirt sticking to his skin. The disgusting feeling of his sweat acting as glue between his shirt and skin has him walking a little faster to the washroom, picking up a recently washed towel from the cabinet.

It takes him about 20 minutes to shower, and about 5 minutes and counting trying to find something to wear. So far, all he’s succeeded in is choosing some light blue pyjama bottoms. The sight of him standing shirtless with his towel resting on his shoulder, his back facing the doorway, is how Juleka finds him.

“What’re you doing standing around shirtless for? Are you seriously trying to make yourself even sicker?”

She approaches him to whack him on the shoulder, albeit softer than she normally would as an act of mercy.

“M’trying to find something warm to wear, but I can’t choose.”

“You could wear the sweater I made for you, if you want.”

The sound of Marinette’s voice jolts Luka awake, turning around too quick for his liking. Pushing back the nausea from his sudden movement, he takes in the sight of the girl standing outside his room, a small bag on hand.

“Oh yeah, I was gonna tell you that Marinette came by while you were in the shower.” Said girl approaches them as she rummages inside the bag she carries. “She also brought you some noodles and stuff.”

“Mhm. I put the noodles in the chicken soup your mom made. Better put this on before you get cold.” She hands him something thick and blue, and it takes him a few seconds to realize that it’s the same sweater she intended to surprise him with. The same sweater she offered him yesterday, before he woke up feeling like death warmed over him.

“I’m not taking any arguments right now so, wear this sweater and get your stubborn Couffaine ass into the kitchen.”

“I’ll change the bedding; you guys go ahead when you’re done.” Juleka offers, her hands already busy with throwing out Luka’s blanket onto the laundry basket. “With how much sweating you did, your bed’s probably gone *scabby and *howlin.”

Muttering his arguments to the two girls, Luka wears his sweater and attempts to tame his hair. He stops when Marinette takes hold of his wrists and pulls him out the room.

“Don’t bother with your hair, I can fix it for you while you’re eating.” She looks back at the boy she’s dragging to the kitchen. “Did you drink some water since you woke up?”

“Yeah. After shower.”

“Mm…that’s good.”

Marinette pushes him down the seat by the counter and sets the bowl of soup in front of him.

“Here you go.” She takes the glass of water that Anarka passes to her. “I’m just going to fetch the bag from your room. Don’t do anything rash; your mom has her eyes on you right now.”

“You’re looking a lot better now, Luke. Did you have a good sleep?”

“Uhuh…” He shoves a spoonful of the broth to his mouth, thankful that it’s not too hot that it burns him, and he hums in satisfaction as it goes down his throat. “Feel lil’ better.”

“That’s good.”

Their conversation is put to a halt when Marinette returns with her bag, her arm reaching inside of it.

“I brought you a care package, even though you brought this onto yourself.”

Luka grunts in retaliation, but finds it useless him and continues to enjoy his soup. His eyes follow Marinette’s arms whenever she puts something on the counter beside him.

“Here are some chicken and rice soup, and it’s got green chiles and ginger. I wasn’t sure if your mom – ”

“For the hundredth time; call me Anarka, dear.”

“ – Anarka, made you some soup and what kind so, I brought it into a single serving container. If any of you want some, I can always come by and bring you some more. You all know how my Maman is. Also, I have tea, some socks, a scarf, crackers, bananas, and I even made some applesauce!”

She excitedly brings the small jar of applesauce by her cheeks, and it suddenly hits Luka how worried he must’ve made the people precious to him. As he lets this sink in, his brows pinch themselves together and the skin on forehead wrinkles. He slowly drops the spoon down the bowl, shoulders dropping, and the corners of his mouth turned down.

“It’s a good thing it’s the weekend,” Marinette combs her fingers through his unruly hair, “or I wouldn’t have enough time to – oh, no! What’s wrong?”

Luka’s eyes look up to Marinette, who’s suddenly moved closer to him and looks him in the eyes.

“What’s wrong, Luka?” His mother asks, leaning a little closer from her seat in front of him, “Are you feeling something else? Is it coming back?”

“No, no. I-It’s nothing, I just… I’m sorry for worrying all of you.” He makes a face, and it’s not the one that they like to see at all. “I’m sorry for not listening and acting like a *roaster.”

Sitting by the counter, with his large, blue sweater hanging off of his shoulders lopsidedly, his hair still in need of more grooming, and pale. Luka has never felt and looked so small until now.

Unable to stand the sight of him feeling so vulnerable, Marinette cups his cheek kisses him soundly on the cheek. This takes him by surprise, as he doesn’t move nor say anything for a short while. Marinette can only giggle at the sight of an unresponsive Luka, while Anarka chuckles at what has transpired.

“You don’t have to feel bad about it, Luka. We’re just glad that you’re okay now. But promise me next time that you don’t go out in the chilly streets of Paris, with nothing but a light jacket on to keep you warm, and soaking wet.”

“Best listen to your girl, Luka. She knows what she’s doing; a definite keeper.”

He smiles at their words and blushes hard. He doesn’t bother hiding the flush on his face and continues eating his soup, and Juleka finally comes out of their bedroom and calls out to him.

“Have you finally knocked some sense into him, Marinette?”

“Yeah, I think I have.”

“Think he’s contagious, Ma?”

“He’s feeling better now so, I don’t think so.”

“Great, that means I can do – ” Juleka wraps her arms around her brother from behind, careful to not jostle him so much and spill the soup, “ – this!”

Luka doesn’t say anything, still, but pats at his sister’s arms as he enjoys his soup.

“Ooh! I wanna join in, too!” Marinette says, before hugging him from the side while trying to make sure he can still move his arms.

“Don’t forget about the captain of this boat!” He doesn’t feel his mother touch him, but knows that she’s hugging Marinette and Juleka from the sudden gain of weight on his back and side.

“Oh! Are we doing a group hug? Let me join, too!” he recognizes the voice as Rose’s, which is coming from the door, and his smile stretches wider even with the spoon stuck in his mouth.

This is what home feels like, and he loves it.

Scottish slangs marked with [*]:

Peely Wally - looking unwell, pale.

Baltic - freezing cold.

Scabby - dirty.

Howlin - smelly.

Roaster - idiot.

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Perceptions (Rafe x Reader)

A/N: This is like my third Rafe request and I have another one on the way and can I just say that I love writing about Rafe? Don’t get me wrong, he’s probably the most challenging character to write for, but, God, I love it. Also, this was for sure the hardest work I have ever done. Like almost every single character in this request is way more complicated than I’m used to, but I’m really glad I wrote it. I think this may not be my best work, but at least I tried, right?

Pairing: Rafe x Reader

Request: Hi! Could I request a Rafe x Reader where maybe the reader is Barry's younger sister but she is the complete opposite of him: she's basically a soft, innocent sunflower, and wants away from the life her brother lives. Somehow her and Rafe meet and he becomes totally smitten with her? Something with angst and fluff maybe?

Summary: You hated the fact that people would judge you because of your older brother. People would constantly assume you were a drug dealer, an A-class bitch, and a low life. Nobody ever tried to get to know what you were really like: sweet and innocent (for the most part). So when Rafe comes around one time when Barry is not home, you get mad at him for having the wrong perception of you.

Warnings: Mentions of drug use and drug dealing

PERCEPTIONS

No matter how hard you tried your brother seemed to have the uncanny ability to ruin your life in every way possible.

Admittedly, your life wasn’t very good, to begin with.

For starters, when you were two and Barry was four, your father beat your mom up so bad she had to go to the hospital for twenty-three weeks. The day she was supposed to come back she never showed up at the door of your dingy house. Both you and Barry cried that night.

Two years later, your dad was arrested under charges of child abuse (the bruises on both your’s and Barry’s bodies were enough evidence of that), and you and your sibling were left under the care of your aunt.

However, Aunt Jess was just as much as a mess as your parents had been. Sure, life with her was a bit better than with your father because there were no beatings, but there never seemed to be food on the table or warmth in the winter.

When Barry reached middle school he began to change. It seemed as if the sweet version of himself that you had grown up with was being hidden inside a dark room only for a meaner version to take over. This began to happen around the same time Aunt Jess’s boyfriend, Adam, came into the picture.

You and Barry were not stupid children. You knew Aunt Jess kept Adam around because he had a knack for getting a hold on drugs. You also knew that Aunt Jess was using him as a form of “protection”, as she knew no one on the Cut would ever dare raise a finger in his direction.

What you never noticed was how Adam was pushing his job onto Barry.

You never knew what had happened to your brother, and he never wanted to talk about whatever was going on inside his brain. So, in three short months, your relationship fell apart. It was soon after that Barry began to completely ruin your life.

See, unlike him, you had made friends that were actually a good influence and had a good family life. They lived in houses that weren’t perched upon wheels like yours was, and they had fridges that were always packed with food. They had clothes that shined and smelled nice, and their skin always seemed clean.

But Barry had to come in and scare them off by being the complete worst.

“Did you know Y/N and I are poor?” he would begin. “We’re only friends with you so we can steal all of your stuff!”

The tone he would use would imply that he was trying to be sweet, but you knew he just wanted you to suffer along with him. He wanted you to have no friends and feel no love just like him.

The thing with Barry was that the rest of the kids in his grade knew he had been trying and dealing drugs. They had seen Adam hand it to him in the morning so that Barry could sell it to the older boys that went to the high school that was just down the road from his own school. The kids that were in Barry’s grade wanted nothing to do with a drug dealer.

So Barry took out his anger on your relationships. He made every single one of your friends turn their back on you. For the first time in your life, you wanted to not be related to your brother.

But that was impossible and you knew it. So, you tried to be as different as him in every single way possible. You would refuse the drugs handed to you by Adam, you would not talk with curse words, and you would be gentle. You would be sweet towards your teachers, you would try to ace all of your classes, and you would show compassion towards others. But, try as you might, this did not change people’s perceptions about you.

Five lonely years later, Aun Jess died. Overdosed. Adam didn’t care. He didn't even prepare a funeral. He just took you and Barry and kept Aunt Jess’s house to himself. He began pushing the entire business onto Barry, telling him that he would soon be the one to take over.

“It’s gotta be you, kid. You’re doin’ amazin’ with it right now. Those boys you sell the drugs to? They got good money.”

Barry would just stare at Adam and laugh. “It’s what you taught me.”

“Yeah,” Adam would say. “Those Kooks got good money on them.”

As they would smoke a few cigarettes you would try to concentrate on your homework.

“Get ready, kid,” Adam called out to Barry. You were pretty sure he didn't know Barry’s name. Or your’s. “I’m heading out soon and I’m leaving you kids with some good shit to stay afloat for a while.”

Barry could only stare back at Adam. “What do you mean?”

Adam sighed. Your pencil wasn’t moving on your paper. He was leaving? While Barry was still a minor?

“Don’ worry about me, kid. I just feel guilty if I leave you nothin’.”

“When?” was the only thing you asked. The men turned towards you in surprise. You hadn’t spoken to either of them for a couple weeks now, as you tried to avoid as much interaction as possible with either of them.

“I don’ know yet. As soon as I feel like it.”

It was a month before Barry turned eighteen that Adam felt like it. Leaving.

The broken-down trailer that had once belonged to Aunt Jess now belonged to you. And you made sure to change things once Adam was gone.

“This is my room,” you made clear to Barry one August morning. Yous stood on the doorway of what used to be Adam’s room. “None of your buddies can come in here, okay?”

“What do you mean? I thought I was making the rules in this house. I want that room!” he screamed.

“Well, you ain’t getting it. I don’t want one single gram of whatever drug you’re dealing right now in here, and if one of your junkie friends ever comes in here, I’m screaming bloody murder.”

You shut the door in his face. After that day, you didn’t come out of your room for a week. You had been crying for days on end, wishing that somehow Barry would go back to being the sweet boy he had once been.

That was the problem. No matter how much you wanted Barry out of your life, you still loved and cared for him. No matter what fucked up things he did, you still wanted to know he was safe. And no matter how much you didn't want to, you would cry for the boy he had once been.

It had been two years since Adam had left when things seemed to change a little for the better. It had been an ordinary summer day. You had just graduated high school (with zero friends and zero colleges to go to because Barry had stolen your college money about four months ago) and you were tired of being cooped up in your room. You had gone outside and into the open air because Barry and his friends had finally left somewhere. You were just walking around the porch, trying to put things back where they belonged when you heard a bike.

“Oh, no,” you muttered thinking Barry was back. However, when you turned around, you saw a Kook taking off his helmet.

Huh, you thought. Didn’t Barry stop selling to the rich because they had tried to rat him out to the cops?

The Kook approached the porch where you were standing on, waiting for him to talk. He didn’t seem to notice you yet, as he tried to look into the windows of the trailer.

“Um, hi?” you said gaining his attention.

Startled, the boy turned around. You hadn’t expected him to be so... hot. His hair was gelled back and his green eyes stared at you before going back to the window of the trailer. He was tall - a lot taller than you (but you were Barry’s sister so that meant you were not that tall at all). Lastly, you noticed his muscles pressing against the cloth of his shirt.

Turning back towards you, the boy did a double-take and said, “Hey.”

The boy had sworn he had never met perfection, but you were pretty goddamn close. He really just felt entranced by you for a couple of seconds, and couldn’t help but feel like you were a gift in this world. He shook his head. Stop getting distracted, he thought. You’re only here for the coke.

He moved towards the other window of the trailer and peeked inside.

“May I help you with something?”

The boy shook his head before speaking, “I - I don’t think so. I’m looking for Barry. You know where he is?”

He seemed to be avoiding eye contact with you.

“No.”

You decided that this was probably one of Barry’s junkie friends that just so happened to also be a Kook. You wanted nothing to do with him.

You began to clean once again before the boy spoke again. “Do you know when he will be back?”

“Not really.”

“Oh.”

The boy continued to stare at you. He thought that you might be Barry’s sister. He had mentioned you once or twice when selling drugs.

“Hey, aren’t you Barry’s sister?”

You froze. You didn’t know Barry had been talking about you to his customers.

“Yes.”

The boy smiled. She’s hot and she sells? “Cool. So can you, like, sell me something?”

You’re anger spiked up. You hated it when people assumed you sold drugs just because your brother did. You hated how people just assumed things about you because of your brother.

“I don’t sell,” you muttered trying to reach for the doorso you could go back inside to your trailer house. The boy stopped you before you could continue.

The boy would never admit to it, but he didn't want to see you go so soon.

“C’mon,” he pleaded, “I won’t tell Barry anything.”

Now you were truly mad. However, you just sighed.

“Look, just because Barry sells drugs does not mean that I sell them too.”

The boy stared at you in disbelief. So she doesn’t sell? Huh. “Aren’t these things supposed to run in the family?”

You nearly choked on your own spit. “Um, I’m sorry. What?”

The boy shrugged, thinking that maybe that was the wrong thing to say. “Isn’t that how it works?”

You shook your head violently. “No. No, it’s not.”

You tried to reach the door again, but the boy stopped you. Again.

“Okay, fine. Don’t sell me any drugs. Just tell Barry Rafe was here.”

With that, the boy left. Rafe? What a strange name, you thought.

Rafe, on the other hand, was smitten by you. He couldn’t believe he had really made that much of a fool of himself. That was why he had decided to truly leave.

The next time he came around he was surprised you opened the door. His breath caught in his throat and he coughed, trying to breathe again.

“Oh. It’s you.”

“Yeah.”

Turning around, you called out for Barry.

When your brother appriached the door, you left to go back to your room.

“What’s up, Country Club?” Barry belted out, wrapping a hand around Rafe’s shoulder. He was still thinking about you. “You here for that good stuff?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You got my money?”

“About that...”

Barry shook his head. “No money, no drugs, Country Club. You know how it is.”

From your window, you stared at your brother and the blond boy. Why hadn’t he left your mind since the last time he was here?

You couldn’t hear the words exchanged between your brother and Rafe, but you could tell they seemed to be arguing. However, Rafe managed to convince Barry of whatever he was trying to convince him of. After that, he left.

But that was not the end of Rafe. You began to see him a lot. Heading towards your house, or when you were out in town. It seemed as if you two just continued to bump into each other. It was through these many bumps that you began to form a relationship of friendship, though both you and Rafe truly felt more than that.

You had fallen for him about two months after meeting him. It wasn’t as if he did something specific to make you fall for him. You just simply did.

It was almost the same way for him. There was not one thing in particular that made you latch onto his heart, but he still gave it to you.

There was only one thing that bothered you about him, and it was the fact that he was using drugs. It wasn't a topic either of you talked about or tried to talk about around the other, but it was safe to say that if he wasn’t doing drugs, you would have never met.

Despite this, you were sure you could help him. You just knew, from what he had told you about his life, that if you showed him how much you loved him he would manage to work his way away from coke.

You truly believed this, because, in fact, you had no clue as to how bad Rafe really was. It wasn’t until weeks later that you realized that Rafe might have been too far down the road for saving.

He had shown up at your door desperate for Barry. He was acting in a frantic manner, as if something had shocked him or made him want to calm down with the help of coke.

He had barged right through you into your house, shoving drawers open and turning the already messy trailer even messier.

“Rafe!” you yelled. “What is going on?”

“I - I just know there has to be some. There has to.”

“What?”

“Maybe here? No, no. In the drawer? Where... where...”

The blond continued to mutter as his hands shook. “I need - I need some right now.”

You stared at him in shock. “Need what?”

He was becoming more and more frantic with every second that passed. “I need it. I need some.”

You couldn’t do anything. What was wrong with him?

“Coke... coke,” he muttered. “Where - hidden. Yes, yes.”

“There isn’t any,” you said after gaining enough courage to speak. “He took it all with him. Said it was the last of his deliveries for a while.”

Rafe shook his head. “N - No. No. There has t - to be some here...”

“Rafe,” you whispered.

“I need some!” he suddenly exploded. Grabbing things and throwing them around, breaking the plates that were on your counter. “I fucking need some!”

“Rafe,” you whimpered. You were scared. What else was he going to throw around? How much time was going to pass until an object eventually hit you?

“No! Stop! I need some! I can’t fucking think without it!”

“What are you talking about?”

He stomped towards you, “Where is it?” He grabbed onto your face. “Tell me! I need it!”

He pushed you down onto the couch, as you whimpered from the pain in your cheeks. “I don’t know,” you sobbed.

Rafe was panicking. His breath had shortened as he pressed a hand against his chest. “I - I can’t...”

He sounded so winded. He suddenly dropped and curled up into a ball. His breathing was erratic and was not going back to normal. Swallowing your fear you shifted towards him. Your palm paused before touching his back, afraid he might hurt you. You finally decided to press it against the boy's cotton shirt.

As soon as your hand touched his back a sob escaped past his lips. “I just can’t do it.”

You rubbed your hand up and down in a circular motion. Your other hand came around to his hair, shuffling your fingers through it in what you hoped was a relaxing motion.

“Do - do you want to talk about it?”

Rafe shook his head and sobbed. However, he did begin to speak about it. “Barry cut me off. And I just have been so fucking lost without it.”

You sighed, mad at yourself for not having noticed this.

“And - and now, my dad - he kicked me out.”

not knowing how to comfort him, you pressed your lips to his hairline. “You’re okay. You’ll be okay.”

At this, Rafe shrugged you off. “Don’t say that. Nothing is okay. I - I can’t get my shit together and I’m falling apart -”

Rafe was cut off by your hug. A short time later he hugged you back, and you felt a tear fall down your cheek. You just wanted Rafe to be okay.

He continued to sob for a long time. You just held him, letting the shirt you were wearing become drenched in tears. You had no clue what to say to make him feel better so you only remained quiet.

When his sobs turned into sniffles, you pulled him back a bit. You wiped the tears from his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

You frowned. “For what, Rafe?”

He sighed. “Scaring you and throwing things around.”

You smiled softly, but the smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. “It’s okay.”

“No,” Rafe shook his head, “it’s not. It’s not okay that the one thing that calms me down other than you is coke.”

You had stopped listening halfway through his sentence. “Do you mean that?”

“What?” About coke?”

You laughed at his awful attempt at a joke. “No. About me.”

“Oh,” he replied, dumbfoundedly. “Uh, yeah.”

You smiled and hugged him once again. “I’m going to say this really fast, but I really like you.”

Rafe tensed in your arms. “Tell me you’re not joking.”

You smiled against his shoulder. “I’m not.”

Rafe pulled back with a smile on his face but it fell. “No. No, no, no. You can't like me.”

“What?” you asked, offended.

“I’m terrible. And you - you’re perfect. And sweet. And kind. And so unlike me or Barry or anyone else. And you’re special.”

“So?”

“So, Y/N, I ruin every single good thing in my life. And I don’t want to ruin you.”

You stilled. Was that really the reason? Your heart soared at the same time it clenched in pain.

“Well,” you began, “you don’t get to determine what I do and don’t deserve.”

“Y/N -”

“No,” you held your hand out. “Let me finish.”

“Okay.”

“Trust me when I say this, Rafe,” you tried to say without breaking into tears. “But you are so much more than you think you are. You are also kind. And sweet. And special. And I want to be with you.”

Rafe smiled once again before looking down at the ground. “I want to be with you...”

He paused, almost as if for dramatic effect. “But I want to be better for you.”

You nodded your head, but you didn’t fully understand. He could tell because of the confused look in your eyes.

“I don’t want you to be with me yet because I want you to be with a better version of myself. I want to be better for you.”

At this, you smiled once again and threw your arms around him. You sighed happily and whispered in his ear, “I’ll wait for however long it takes.”

Rafe wrapped his arms around your waist once again for that day.

“I’m so happy my first perception of you was wrong,” he muttered.

“Me too,” was all you could say.

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Winter’s Doll--Chapter Six

Word Count: 2015

About: Nadia can’t sleep that night and Bucky has a nightmare/terror.

Characters: Nadia, Bucky, Natasha, Sam,

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Nadia couldn’t sleep that night.

Not when her mind was racing a million miles a second.

Nadia laid in bed and stared at the ceiling making out shapes and animals to help her drift off. But that didn’t work. Nadia then tried the ‘counting sheep’ method and that definitely didn’t work at all.

Nadia rolled off her bed and went to the bathroom and stared at herself. Her long dark hair hung passed her shoulders almost to the middle of her back. Biting her lip, Nadia began rummaging around in her drawers for a pair of scissors. When she found them, she took a chunk of her hair in her hand. With a quick snip of the scissors, Nadia began to chop her hair.

***

“What kind of a crisis are you going through?” Nikola asked in the doorway of Nadia’s room. Nikola had watched his sister chop her hair chin length. The style suited her very well. “Mom won’t be thrilled you chopped you hair off right before your birthday.”

Nadia turned and glared at her brother. “She’s the reason why I’m cutting it.”She turned back towards the mirror and started to shake out her hair for any loose hair. She was very skilled with scissors. She knew what she was doing.

“What did you guys argue about this time?” Nikola walked into the room and took the scissors from his sisters and snipped a part that she missed. Nikola knew by his sisters body language and the way she spoke that her and their mother were at it again.

“My hair,” Nadia huffed. “She wants to do it in a kid like way but, Nik, I’m turning 16 and I wanted a change. She said no and I said then I don’ want this party if I can’t have it they way I want it.”

Nikola looked at his sister through the mirror and chuckled. “You’ll be lucky if she lets your ass live. She loved your hair long. But if it makes you feel better, I love your hair right now.”

Nadia turned too her brother and smiled. “You always like it when I rebel and get petty with Mom.”

Nikola smirked. “Well, it’s very entertaining to watch two of the same persons fight.”

***

Nadia stopped halfway through the cut and smiled at the memory. Her mother was upset with the haircut but realized it was time to let Nadia grow up and do what she wanted. So her mother let her have her party and in time Nadia let her hair grow out until this very moment.

Nadia licked her lips again as a few silent tears fell. What if she was apart of something related to or like Hydra? Would that make her bad? No, Steve assured her that none of this was her fault. She had no idea but Nikola did. Whatever Nikola did those last few days of his life, he did it to save her. To make sure that she would continue his work and expose what the government she and him believed so highly of.

And that’s what she intended to do. Show the world that the US Military is a just a corrupt as any other organization in the world. Whether Hydra was involved or not.

Nadia finished up with her hair and gathered her fallen locks and stuffed them in her little bathroom trash bin. She hopped into the shower to wash off whatever hair had fallen. Nadia decided to give her new cut a fresh wash. When she was done, she slipped into something more fitting for bed.

A Queen novelty t-shirt and black gym shorts.

Nadia was just about to reach for the melatonin to help knock her out when she heard a scream come from down the hall. Dropping everything onto the counter she raced out the door and heard another scream from the guys part of the compound.

Natasha was in the kitchen with a worried look on her face. She was rummaging through drawers and cabinets. “It’s Barnes,” she said. “It’s been six months since his last night terror. Steve usually has a spare key to his room but I can’t find the fucking thing.” She slammed a drawer.

“Where is Steve?” Nadia asked.

“He’s out of town with Tony,” Natasha started with the cabinets next. “Vision and Wanda are out for the night too. Something about alone time.”

Nadia stared looking through cabinets and through the drawers again. “It’s gotta be here somewhere!” Nadia jumped at the next scream.

“I just got off the phone with Steve,” Sam rounds the corner into the kitchen. “He has the key. Tony says to break the door down and he will put a work order in for it. But I’m scared as shit to knock that door down. We don’t know what mindset he’s in.”

Something crashed and Nadia dropped the blender in her hands. “Why the fuck does Bucky keep his door locked anyhow if he knows he has these?” She yelled running towards Bucky’s room. She had only been there once before.

“I don’t know!” Sam yelled back. “But without that key our whole process is messed up.”

Nadia stood outside of the Bucky’s room. She backs up and thrusts one foot forward and managed to kick the door open. Luckily, she did it was such ease that nothing broke off. She rushed in and saw an empty bed. She didn’t dare turn on the light. She didn’t need to be tackled by an ex-Russian assassin.

Nadia used what light she had to spin around the room. She stopped when she spotted the super soldier in a dark corner. Sitting with his legs crossed. A shelf had been knocked over and the contents was thrown everywhere.

Nadia slowly walked forward. “Bucky,” she whispered. The super soldier flinched. “Hey, hey,” she lowered herself in front of him with a hand out. Probably not the best move. “It’s me. Nadie.”

Bucky looked up at Nadia. She saw the complete and utter fear in his eyes. He was still in the night terror. She watched as all the muscles in his flesh arm tighten. Even in the small lighting, Nadia could see his blue eyes grow dark. It scared the hell out of her. Nadia wondered what he was seeing? What did she look like to him?

Nadia did the only thing that she could thing of.

Nadia jumped into Bucky’s lap and pressed her body tight to his. “Bucky,” she whispered into his ear. “Whatever you’re seeing, whatever it is, it’s not real. I am. I’m real.” Nadia pulled back and rested both of her hands on Bucky’s face. “You feel that, this is real.” She reached for Bucky’s flesh hand and pressed it to her chest. “This,” she met his eyes, they were still dark. “This is a real beating heart. Please wake up.”

Nadia stared into those dark eyes for what felt like hours. Bucky’s hand continued to rest on her chest. Her heart pounded and it felt like it might jump out of her chest. Then Nadia saw those dark eyes slowly lighten. As they did, Nadia felt Bucky’s hand slowly trail up her chest to her neck. From her neck to her cheek where it rested.

“Nadie?” Bucky took his thumb and rubbed it across Nadia’s bottom lip.

Nadia let out a huge breath of relief and covered Bucky’s hand with one of her own. “Yeah,” she smiled. “It’s me. Are you okay?”

Bucky looked away from her and saw the mess around them. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” There was worry in his voice. He gently pushed Nadia of him and stood the both of them up. Bucky looked her over.

“No,” Nadia took both his hand and held them tight. “I had to kick the door in. Steve had the key and is out of town and so is Vision and Wanda.”

Bucky nodded. “Good,” his eyes zeroed deep into Nadia’s. “I don't know what I would do if I hurt you.” Bucky pulled his hands back and walked over to his bed and sat down. Nadia turned to see him run a hand through his long hair.

“I’ll help you clean this up tomorrow,” Nadia said softly approaching Bucky. “I should probably go.” Nadia turned to leave but Bucky grabbed her arm in his hands.

“Stay,” he said. Nadia turned to see those blue eyes soft again. This time they were pleading. “Please? Stay?”

Nadia didn’t think twice about it. She smiled, “Let me see if your door actually closes.”

Nadia went and pushed the door close. It didn’t latch but she was able to pull one of the smaller shelves by the door in front of it. She returned to Bucky’s side and rested a hand on his leg. “I’m sorry you have to go through nightmares like that.”

Bucky smiled. “Thank you for pulling me out.”

***

Nadia felt the warmth of the morning sun on her face. She rolled over and slowly opened her eyes. She snapped up right in the bed when she remembered where she was. Obviously, nothing happened between her and Bucky. But she did recall throughout the night after they fell asleep, Bucky had her pulled close to him. She had rested her head on his chest and wrapped an around him. Honestly, it was the best sleep she had.

“Morning,” Bucky’s voice came from his bathroom. He tossed the towel he held on the small love seat. Nadia then noticed that the mess from last night was picked up. “Yeah,” Bucky said when he noticed the small look in Nadia’s eyes. “I didn’t want to wake you up. You looked real peaceful sleeping.”

Nadia slipped out of the bed. “I actually slept great for once.”

“You pull me out of a bad dream, I help you sleep better at night,” Bucky smirked. “I kind of like that deal. It’s kind of nice.”

Nadia chuckled and didn’t say anything. She was too nervous too and would probably say something weird. Bucky and Nadia have a good friendship going on and she didn’t want school girl like talk or words to ruin that. She was still getting use to the idea of having a slight crush on the super soldier.

“I dig the short hair,” Bucky told her. “Brings our your eyes more.”

Nadia felt her cheeks burning flaming hot red. “Thanks,” she said running her hand through her short hair. She had almost forgotten she cut it last night.

The two of them went to the kitchen to grab breakfast, what members of the team sat there and didn’t question anything. But when Bucky handed her a cup of coffee, a few eyes looked at them when Nadia gave him a soft and small smile. Her cheeks had flushed a light pink, that was very noticeable on her fair skin.

“You guys sleep okay?” Sam sipped on his coffee as he eyed the two friends.

“Yeah,” Bucky stole one of Sam’s strawberries from his plate. “No thanks to you. You pussied out.”

“Well, I didn’t know what mind set you were in, man,” Sam covered his plate.

“Well, I guess Nadia has bigger balls than you then,” Bucky teased.

Nadia rolled her eyes and announced she was going to get ready for the day. She really didn’t need it, but she wanted to be alone with her school girl thoughts. Think about how Bucky had held her tightly against them while they slept. The way those blue eyes looked at her while she laid in his bed. The smile he had when he said it was nice having her by his side. But not before she caught what Natasha mumbled into her coffee.

“Maybe, Barnes would like to join you.”

“What?” Nadia shot a look at her red haired friend. Natasha’s eyes bore right into Nadia’s. It was like she knew what was going happen or something.

“Nothing,” she smirked. “I just said that I like your hair.”

“Uh huh,” Nadia turned back around. “Thanks.”

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hearmeouteliza · 3 years

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11, 12, 13 with Donald, 20?

This got longer than expected, so I’ll cut it to be safe for mobile. Apparently, some buttons I didn’t think I had got pushed. :-D

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

I don’t know that the fandom doesn’t like Beakley, exactly, but they definitely don’t show her enough love. What’s not to adore about her? They took a pretty one-dimensional character from the original series (I mean, I love OG Ducktales, but, with a few exceptions, her main purpose was to keep the house in order and freak out over things) and made her a total badass. Except we’ve seen that she’s not just that. She has a soft side she guards fiercely, especially where her family’s concerned. And the fandom ate that up when it came to Webby, who got a similar treatment and went from being “the annoying little sister” to being awesome. But...I don’t know why Mrs. B got as ignored. I can understand it with younger fans, who relate more to a non-adult character, but a lot of the adult fandom has slept on this, too. The really salty part of me wants to say it’s because she’s not as shippable, but I’ll just leave my ramblings with this: give this badass spy grandma some more love and attention.

I assume this response surprises no one who’s been following me for longer than five minutes.

Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

...sort of? The Timephoon into Glomtales story of Louie’s grounding. I’m going to set the salt container from “sprinkle” to “pour” here, but a lot of the fandom was all “uwu poor baby Louie” “his mom’s so mean to him” “Della doesn’t get Louie” “Louie hates Della” or variations thereof. Even those who admit he deserved to be grounded (he did) jump on him. Again, if it was the younger fans, who have probably been resentful of being grounded within recent memory, I’d shrug and move on. But it’s a lot of adults, too.

Here’s my hot take on that. Louie messed up, big, and he deserved to be punished. It’s also a huge growth moment for Della as a parent that she brought herself to do it, as hard as it was for her. She wasn’t reveling in it. Did she go a bit overboard? ...yes, and, yes, she did make a mistake in telling Louie he needed to change his ways to be part of the family. Except, she didn’t make a mistake for the reasons many people seem to think. They interpreted it the same way Louie did, “Shape up or you’re out.” I firmly believe it was meant to be a reminder that his schemes could hurt the family if he didn’t stop and think. That being part of a family means not just focusing on yourself, but what’s right for everyone. It’s a lesson Della had to learn the hard way, and she’s trying to pass it on to her kid. But she doesn’t 100% understand how secretly sensitive he is yet, and he misinterpreted her words. This actually happens in real life. Parents try to do their best, but they aren’t always perfect. And the kid is not always right, either.

“Moonvasion” made it clear that they’re starting to get each other, but the fandom seems to prefer Louie holding onto the grudge and distancing himself from Della, and I just don’t get it. I really like that “Escape from the Impossibin” established that their relationship seems to be just fine, but I still see that take creeping around.

Unpopular opinion about Donald?

I don’t know that it’s unpopular, but I don’t see it explicitly stated a lot, so I’ll talk about it here. The Donald we saw in “The Shadow War” after he got the voicebox is absolutely the real Donald F. Duck. He has been saying these things all along, mostly. His anger sometimes cancels out his intelligence, because it overwhelms him and he gets frustrated and stops thinking, but for the most part, he’s bold and brash and ridiculously dramatic. Trauma also got in the way of it for him; he lost his twin to it. So, yeah, while his anger and PTSD (which definitely have some overlap) do a number on him, down deep, he is the storm when he’s at his peak. That side of him comes out instantly when people understand him, because it boosts his confidence and removes one of his biggest stumbling blocks. And that’s also why I don’t have a problem with his voice being clear in “Quack Pack.” That was Donald’s wish, his fantasy world, and in it, he just wants to be understood. Tony Anselmo’s Donald is pure and iconic, but Don Cheadle’s Donald is how Donald sees himself.

What is the purest ship in the fandom?

Donsy. Donsy. D o n s y.

It’s a classic, iconic ship, and I love it...but I haven’t always. I love this version of it so much, because it’s nice to see them in a healthy relationship. I’m a sucker for “we fight because it’s fun” ships (hello, Scroldie), but it hasn’t always been fun in past incarnations of Donsy. They’ve both been unreasonable in various portrayals (though, admittedly, Daisy is guilty of a lot of it). It’s just so...cute, done in such a sweet, playful light. I love Daisy asking herself if Donald needed a mother or a girlfriend (this is legit, girl, and figure that out at the beginning) but not hesitating to rush back to his defense. I love Donald being awkward and adorable around her, but free to be himself because she (literally) understands him (see above).

I definitely ship Donald with others (”three gay caballeros”, anyone?) , and you will pry “bisexual Donald” from my cold, dead hands...but Donsy is so sweet and soft and it’s exactly the sort of fluff my heart needs.

#answered #pholux-twg #donald duck #ship meme #fandom discourse #just in case #i didn't go full tilt but there is some #donsy #ducktales 2017 #louie duck #della duck #bentina beakley #ducktales headcanons

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outcast-thingz · 3 years

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So I couldn't sleep (still haven't slept) and I couldn't study so I used the free time to write.

@supernerdycookietrashblr your comment helped inspire what I was going to write. Its not a chapter 2 unfortunately, rather it is an alternative ending.

Parts that led up to this point

The warnings remain the same

Angst

Tw: abusive parent

Please read at your own risk

Alternate Ending

"How do you practice everyday like that and not get tired." You whined.

"I suppose my love for volleyball helps." He shrugged. You laughed and he arched an eyebrow.

"Through the power of love and friendship you shall overcome this fatigue!" You teased. He narrowed his eyes and picked you up and twirled around.

"Ah no!" You giggle, "put me down. I take it back, I take it back!" He set you down and joined your laughter. For a moment the world disappeared. There was nothing but you, Kageyama, and this moment you were sharing. After the two of you finished you laugh he lifted your chin. Waves butterflies fluttered in your stomach when met with a genuine smile and caring eyes.

"I was worried I couldn't make you smile," his hand slipped back to his side. "I know you will tell me what happened when you're ready but I want you to remember that I'm here for you. I know I'm not very good at this whole shoulder to cry on thing but I want to be for you." He confessed. Those butterflies quickly turned to crows. Your insides twisted and churned as the crows tried to scratch their way out.

"I-.. I don't know what to say Kags," you turned your face away and rubbed the back of your neck.

'What have I done.. I- I got too close…' you cursed in your head. May god smite you before he ever sees the shame on your face from being afraid. The world snapped back into place around you. Kageyama quickly took your hand into his and began to walk. He gave your hand a squeeze,

"I-It's oak- oaky- aye-… okay. You don't have to say anything." The worry in his voice killed you.

'I'm such an idiot.' Your thoughts were engulfed by your mother's voice going on about how she was right and how you'll do nothing but hurt those around you.

Ruff, Ruff-Ruff. Hearty barks came from ahead you. To your surprise there sat, with a waging tail, your dog.

"KARMA! What are you doing here sweetness!?" You exclaimed as you hand slipped out of Kageyama's. The two of you ran to the dogs side.

"This is your dog?" Kageyama pet the pretty pooch. You nodded your head as you furiously dialed your mother's number.

"Yeah. Karma couldn't have gotten out on her own though. Can you watch her? I'm not going anywhere but I don't want to loose her while I'm on the phone." You waited for you mom to answer.

"What do you want pest?" She sneered upon answering

"You let Karma out!? You know how dangerous that is!!"

"Come home. We're leaving tonight." Fury coursed through you body,

"No! I'm going to stay here, I'm sure Kageyama's family can lend an extra room for a while."

"Strike one. If you don't come home I will send her to the pound labeled as agressive"

"You can't do that! Even if you did they'd see she was a sweet and kind dog long before a bad family tried to adopt her."

"Strike two. Y/n, I'm getting impatient. Here's what's going to happen if you don't come home, first I'm going to call the cops and tell them you ran away and that I know where your at. Then I'm going to claim that you are in danger due to a deranged stray mutt stalking the streets." Your guts twisted and flipped with every new detail. "When I find you I'm going to charge Kageyama's family with kidnapping-"

"You can't do that!" You yell as frustrated and terrified tears start to fall.

Kageyama yanks the phone from you before you can her your mother's retort.

"Wait-" you attempt to reach back for the phone but Kags points to Karma who started to wander. You quickly grab her and head back to him.

"YES! I CAN! By law I can charge them with kidnapping even though you went to them willingly. Finally when I tell them I found you I will approach you in an agressive way and one of two things will happen. Karma is such a good little pest that she wont be able to help protecting you. So, one she bites me or two you go to stop her and she bites you by accident. Either way that mutt will get put down for biting." Your mother hissed and sneered. Kageyama furrowed his brows and left you surprised that he wasn't burning holes in the ground with his glare. "Now we wouldn't want to ruin you boy toy's or that runt you call dog's life, would we?"

"Kage-" he places a finger gently on your lips, quickly quieting you.

"Mrs. Y/L/N, should the cops come to my place not only will she have my support but the rest of the volleyball team's. I'm confident my parents will have no problem housing Y/n until everything blows over. There is something you severely overlooked. Y/n is stronger than you think, smarter than you can ever understand, and a hell of a lot more persuasive than anything you can bring to the cops." His voice was calm, collected, the opposite of his body and feelings. He shook with anger as his free hand flexed and relaxed over and over again.

"...put Y/n on the phone. Now!"

"SHUT UP! She's walking home with me and that's final. I am prepared to take on any consequences that come with it! Because for the first time I love something more than I love volleyball. I- they- Y/N is the best goddammit thing that has happened to me and I-.." Kageyama pauses and looks at you. He reaches out with his free hand to wipe a tear from your cheek, "and I love her. You don't deserve and shouldn't have the right to take care of a child, let alone someone as bright, talented, and as beautiful as her. So bring what you want but if everything I've been told is true so far you're better off letting her go. Quit using someone else to get personal gain and actually work for your worth. Goodbye Mrs. Y/L/N." He ends the call.

'No plastic or paper can take her or make her; Shake from the fact she's my world devastator'

"Y/n?" Kageyama walked to your side and Karma nudged your hand.

"I… I-I don- I don- I don't know what to say Ka-.. geh.. yama." You were a sobbing mess by this point. He wipes tears from your face with a comforting smile.

"Then don't say anything. You don't have to."

You shake your head,

"But I sh- *sniffle* should." You grab his hands and finally look him in the eye showing the shame you were hiding. "This whole time I've been thinking I shouldn't have gotten so close to you.. that.." your sentences are consistently interrupted but gasps as your body tries to gain back air from crying so hard.

"that my mother was right, I will always hurt those closest to me. You are the only person I love and the best thing that's happened to me." Your chest felt like it was going collapse on itself.

"Y/n, breathe, your going to hyperventilate." He states but you continue anyways,

"I'm so sorry.. I'm sorry Kageyama. *two exasperated gasps* I- I-.." your lip quivers so badly you can barely talk. "I want to be with you. I do. I want to be with the best thing that's ever happened to me. *sniffle* I- *sniffle* Kageyama I-.. I love you." You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him until your lips crash. His arms slip around your waist and lift you in a closer embrace.

After a few moments Karma barks and nuzzles in-between you two. Both of you chuckle and pet the precious dog.

"Come on, my mom is going to get worried if we stay out too much longer." He kneels in front of you.

"What are you doing?" You giggled between sniffles.

"What does it look like dumby~? I'm carrying you home." He states almost as confused as you were. You roll you eyes and get on his back. Off the two of you go. Karma trotts beside you and Kageyama. At some points he would twirl around or purposefully make it a bumpy piggy back ride just to hear you giggle. Karma would bark playfully and run circles around you two. You gave him pecks on the cheek occasionally and anything he had to say disappeared; it was adorable how that small act left him speechless.

Kageyama's mother greeted you with a smile and happily prepared a plate and seat for you at the table. You and Kageyama explain your situation and his mother happily let you stay in his sister's old room. Not wanting to enter a loosing fight, and especially not sully the name of your "prestigious" family, she allows you to stay with Kageyama's family. Now you and Kageyama were able to spend more time with each other and grow closer as a couple. You helped him study and he would geek out about volleyball to you.

'You… I think the blondes are done; We're all too cool for fun'

~The End~

#tw: abusive parent #tw abusive parent #tw abuse #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kageyama x reader #haikyuu kageyama #tobio kageyama

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writting-thingz · 3 years

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@/supernerdycookietrashblr ‘s comment helped inspire what I was going to write. Its not a chapter 2 unfortunately, rather it is an alternative ending.

Parts that led up to this point

The warnings remain the same- it’s implied that the reader has heterochromia, verbal abuse, yelling, threats against the reader, threat against reader’s dog (dog does -not- get hurt), manipulation, angst, sad

Please read at your own risk

Alternate Ending

“How do you practice everyday like that and not get tired.” You whined.

“I suppose my love for volleyball helps.” He shrugged. You laughed and he arched an eyebrow.

“Through the power of love and friendship you shall overcome this fatigue!” You teased. He narrowed his eyes and picked you up and twirled around.

“Ah no!” You giggle, “put me down. I take it back, I take it back!” He set you down and joined your laughter. For a moment the world disappeared. There was nothing but you, Kageyama, and this moment you were sharing. After the two of you finished you laugh he lifted your chin. Waves butterflies fluttered in your stomach when met with a genuine smile and caring eyes.

“I was worried I couldn’t make you smile,” his hand slipped back to his side. “I know you will tell me what happened when you’re ready but I want you to remember that I’m here for you. I know I’m not very good at this whole shoulder to cry on thing but I want to be for you.” He confessed. Those butterflies quickly turned to crows. Your insides twisted and churned as the crows tried to scratch their way out.

“I-.. I don’t know what to say Kags,” you turned your face away and rubbed the back of your neck.

‘What have I done.. I- I got too close…’ you cursed in your head. May god smite you before he ever sees the shame on your face from being afraid. The world snapped back into place around you. Kageyama quickly took your hand into his and began to walk. He gave your hand a squeeze,

“I-It’s oak- oaky- aye-… okay. You don’t have to say anything.” The worry in his voice killed you.

'I’m such an idiot.’ Your thoughts were engulfed by your mother’s voice going on about how she was right and how you’ll do nothing but hurt those around you.

Ruff, Ruff-Ruff. Hearty barks came from ahead you. To your surprise there sat, with a waging tail, your dog.

“KARMA! What are you doing here sweetness!?” You exclaimed as you hand slipped out of Kageyama’s. The two of you ran to the dogs side.

“This is your dog?” Kageyama pet the pretty pooch. You nodded your head as you furiously dialed your mother’s number.

“Yeah. Karma couldn’t have gotten out on her own though. Can you watch her? I’m not going anywhere but I don’t want to loose her while I’m on the phone.” You waited for you mom to answer.

"What do you want pest?“ She sneered upon answering

"You let Karma out!? You know how dangerous that is!!”

“Come home. We’re leaving tonight.” Fury coursed through you body,

“No! I’m going to stay here, I’m sure Kageyama’s family can lend an extra room for a while.”

“Strike one. If you don’t come home I will send her to the pound labeled as agressive”

“You can’t do that! Even if you did they’d see she was a sweet and kind dog long before a bad family tried to adopt her.”

“Strike two. Y/n, I’m getting impatient. Here’s what’s going to happen if you don’t come home, first I’m going to call the cops and tell them you ran away and that I know where your at. Then I’m going to claim that you are in danger due to a deranged stray mutt stalking the streets.” Your guts twisted and flipped with every new detail. “When I find you I’m going to charge Kageyama’s family with kidnapping-”

“You can’t do that!” You yell as frustrated and terrified tears start to fall.

Kageyama yanks the phone from you before you can her your mother’s retort.

“Wait-” you attempt to reach back for the phone but Kags points to Karma who started to wander. You quickly grab her and head back to him.

“YES! I CAN! By law I can charge them with kidnapping even though you went to them willingly. Finally when I tell them I found you I will approach you in an agressive way and one of two things will happen. Karma is such a good little pest that she wont be able to help protecting you. So, one she bites me or two you go to stop her and she bites you by accident. Either way that mutt will get put down for biting.” Your mother hissed and sneered. Kageyama furrowed his brows and left you surprised that he wasn’t burning holes in the ground with his glare. “Now we wouldn’t want to ruin you boy toy’s or that runt you call dog’s life, would we?”

“Kage-” he places a finger gently on your lips, quickly quieting you.

“Mrs. Y/L/N, should the cops come to my place not only will she have my support but the rest of the volleyball team’s. I’m confident my parents will have no problem housing Y/n until everything blows over. There is something you severely overlooked. Y/n is stronger than you think, smarter than you can ever understand, and a hell of a lot more persuasive than anything you can bring to the cops.” His voice was calm, collected, the opposite of his body and feelings. He shook with anger as his free hand flexed and relaxed over and over again.

“…put Y/n on the phone. Now!”

“SHUT UP! She’s walking home with me and that’s final. I am prepared to take on any consequences that come with it! Because for the first time I love something more than I love volleyball. I- they- Y/N is the best goddammit thing that has happened to me and I-.." Kageyama pauses and looks at you. He reaches out with his free hand to wipe a tear from your cheek, "and I love her. You don’t deserve and shouldn’t have the right to take care of a child, let alone someone as bright, talented, and as beautiful as her. So bring what you want but if everything I’ve been told is true so far you’re better off letting her go. Quit using someone else to get personal gain and actually work for your worth. Goodbye Mrs. Y/L/N.” He ends the call.

’No plastic or paper can take her or make her; Shake from the fact she’s my world devastator’

"Y/n?“ Kageyama walked to your side and Karma nudged your hand.

"I… I-I don- I don- I don’t know what to say Ka-.. geh.. yama.” You were a sobbing mess by this point. He wipes tears from your face with a comforting smile.

“Then don’t say anything. You don’t have to.”

You shake your head,

“But I sh- *sniffle* should.” You grab his hands and finally look him in the eye showing the shame you were hiding. “This whole time I’ve been thinking I shouldn’t have gotten so close to you.. that..” your sentences are consistently interrupted but gasps as your body tries to gain back air from crying so hard.

“that my mother was right, I will always hurt those closest to me. You are the only person I love and the best thing that’s happened to me.” Your chest felt like it was going collapse on itself.

“Y/n, breathe, your going to hyperventilate.” He states but you continue anyways,

“I’m so sorry.. I’m sorry Kageyama. *two exasperated gasps* I- I-..” your lip quivers so badly you can barely talk. “I want to be with you. I do. I want to be with the best thing that’s ever happened to me. *sniffle* I- *sniffle* Kageyama I-.. I love you.” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him until your lips crash. His arms slip around your waist and lift you in a closer embrace.

After a few moments Karma barks and nuzzles in-between you two. Both of you chuckle and pet the precious dog.

“Come on, my mom is going to get worried if we stay out too much longer.” He kneels in front of you.

“What are you doing?” You giggled between sniffles.

“What does it look like dumby~? I’m carrying you home.” He states almost as confused as you were. You roll you eyes and get on his back. Off the two of you go. Karma trotts beside you and Kageyama. At some points he would twirl around or purposefully make it a bumpy piggy back ride just to hear you giggle. Karma would bark playfully and run circles around you two. You gave him pecks on the cheek occasionally and anything he had to say disappeared; it was adorable how that small act left him speechless.

Kageyama’s mother greeted you with a smile and happily prepared a plate and seat for you at the table. You and Kageyama explain your situation and his mother happily let you stay in his sister’s old room. Not wanting to enter a loosing fight, and especially not sully the name of your “prestigious” family, she allows you to stay with Kageyama’s family. Now you and Kageyama were able to spend more time with each other and grow closer as a couple. You helped him study and he would geek out about volleyball to you.

’You… I think the blondes are done; We’re all too cool for fun’

~The End~

#tw: abusive parent #tw abuse #cw abuse #cw abusive parent #tw abusive parent #tw threats #cw threats #tw verbal assault #cw verbal assault #tw manipulation #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #tobio kageyama #kageyama x reader

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fangirlshrewt97 · 4 years

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DuckTales Fic - Hey Brother, I’m Back!

Author(s): Fangirlshrewt97

Fandom: DuckTales (2017)

Pairing: Della Duck & Donald Duck

Characters: Della Duck, Donald Duck, Scrooge McDuck, Mrs. Beakley, Others mentioned

Rating: Teen and Up (1 swear word)

Warnings: None

Additional Tags: Sibling bonding, Reunion, Late Night Conversations, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Banned Together Bingo 2020, Prompt: Talking Animals

Summary: My take on Della and Donald’s conversation post-reunion

“I thought you were dead.” His tone was flat, eyes hard, fists clenched.

That shut her up.

Link to A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24550339

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It was nearing midnight when the Duck Family finally retired for the day, each exhausted after a packed day of reunions, failed plans, and a Moon invasion. Those didn’t happen every day after all. Launchpad had offered to take the moon people to one of Scrooge’s safe houses until they were able to integrate into Earth’s society or decided to return to the moon.

Or rather, most members of the Duck family went to sleep. Della tucked her children into bed as had become the routine ever since her return from the Moon. It was a long process that involved them clinging to her and her clinging back. These were her babies, the ones she had missed, yearned to hold, fought so fiercely to come back to. It didn’t matter what had happened that day, what fight or adventure, or mundane squabble they might have had. Bedtime was sacred. She tasted the regret of every second she had missed of their lives bitterly on her tongue. She never hurried bedtime, stretching it to the last possible second, and staying until all three were asleep, just watching over them.

But tonight, Della left as soon as her sons were tuckered out, which was pretty quick, considering they were asleep the second their heads hit the pillow. She quietly closed the door to their room, gently leaning her head against the wood, breathing in the reality. Assuring herself that the ground beneath her foot was real, the smooth wood under fingertips too.

She stepped away and turned to look out the corridor, walking towards a destination without ever realizing it.

As she reached the attic, a chill breeze blew past her, and a smile started to form on her face. Making her way through the familiar hoard of treasure and trash Uncle Scrooge kept up here, Della made her way up the hidden stairs at the end of the room. The steps up the roof were slightly dusty out of disuse, and she briefly wondered if the boys realized there were stairs beyond the attic.The air was even cooler once she got to the roof. Muscle memory guided her feet as she reached the little alcove above the attic window that gave them a safe perch to sit on.

“I had a feeling you’d be up here.”

Donald’s nod was barely perceptible. He stayed quiet until she settled down comfortably, and shared a minute of silence.

Then “I stopped talking to Uncle Scrooge after you disappeared. Stopped coming to see him. Stopped visiting this house. I didn’t regret that, I was mad at him. What I did miss was this spot.” Donald’s voice was clear, but the pain was even clearer to Della.

Della felt a weight on her chest. “Don-”

“I thought you were dead.” His tone was flat, eyes hard, fists clenched.

That shut her up.

“I hoped and waited for so long, Della will come back, Della always comes back, she is the best of us.” Tears gathered at Donald’s eyes, slowly started to pour down his cheeks. “But you didn’t. And I wanted- I wanted to drown my sorrows, I wanted to build a rocket and bury myself among the stars with you, I wanted-” Donald hiccuped as he curled his fingers into a tight fist. His voice was shaking with anger.

Della felt her own tears racing down her cheek.

“I wanted to find you Della. Or I wanted to die trying. All I knew was that I couldn’t live in a world without you in it.” Donald hiccuped again as he rubbed at his eyes. “The only thing that kept me here, kept me sane, were your hatchlings.”

“I spent every second I wasn’t with you trying to get back to all of you.” Della whispered.

Donald turned to finally face his sister, looking her in the eye. “I know you did. I know it in my bones. But that still doesn’t erase the fact that you left Della. I know you didn’t mean to get stranded. Or to take so long to get back. But for so long.” Donald cleared his throat, rubbing at his eyes with his sleeve before taking Della’s hand in his.

“So long I was angry. I was sad. But mostly I was lonely. I was raising my nephews and it was so unfair. They should have had you. The first face they saw when they hatched was you. When Dewey said his first word, it should have been ‘Mom’. When I finally managed to coax Louie to eat that damn banana, you should have been with me to cheer. When Huey took his first steps, you should have been the first to catch him. And it.” Donald choked. “It is all so, so, so fucking unfair Della.”

Della bit her lip, closing her eyes and letting the pain she had been pushing away all these years to finally break, and soon she was heaving sobs. She felt her brother envelop her in a hug so tight it must have been hurting him too, but the twins clutched each other tight, letting go of over a decade’s worth of pain together. “When I saw the Spear crash site, I thought I was dreaming. I called out for you, so happy you had made it home, relieved, I had been right. My sister had found her way back home even from the stars.” Della sobbed harder, and Donald rubbed her back comfortingly.

“Of course then I accidentally wound up on the moon, but that’s a story for another day.” He joked. Della just sniffled.

Donald held her until Della’s cries petered out, replaced with small hiccups. Donald started to move away only to be pulled closer to Della as she grabbed his arm and held it in place around her. When he settled behind her, she leaned on his shoulder.

“When I was up there, everyday, every single day, I was trying to get home Donald. To them. And to you. I wanted to see all those things, and I could picture it all so clearly in my head. But you know what I never had to worry about?”

When Donald stayed silent, Della turned her head to look him in the eyes.

“I knew that no matter how long it took me to get home, you would be with the boys. I am so sorry I put you through all this, for thinking I was dead.” Della felt her voice crack at the next part. “But thank you. Donald, thank you so much for raising them. You have done such a good job. Probably better-”

“Shut up Della.” Donald interrupted, voice equally annoyed and fond. “Just. What did you think I was going to do with them? Abandon them? They are my kids too Della. I consider them my kids, not my nephews. Every day, I was so scared I was not doing right by you, that I was messing things up, and it would have been better if you had been here.”

“You would never abandon them Donald. But you did not have to make them your responsibility either. And that is something I am never going to be able to repay you for. You are a wonderful dad to them Donald, and I am so proud of them all. I can see so much of myself in them, and I know that is because of you.”

“I would never have let them forget you.” Donald said sincerely.

Della gulped again, rubbing her eyes hard to stop herself from crying again.

“I missed you so much.”

“Me too Dell, me too.”

Della laughed a wet laugh.

“You’re the only one who calls me that.”

“I’m the only one allowed to call you that!” Donald replied, faux indignation flooding his voice.

Della laughed again, hard enough to make her belly hurt. By the time she quietened, Donald was looking at her fondly.

“Yeah you are Donny.”

Donald started to quack in real indignation this time, setting Della off again.

The two stayed up for a little longer, long enough to see colour start to flood the horizon again before they got up and made their way to Della’s bedroom.

She was not ready to part with her brother just yet.

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Come morning, Scrooge was making his daily round through the mansion, enjoying the short while the place was still asleep. As he walked past Della’s room, he saw the door was slightly ajar, so went to close it, only to pause when he caught a glance at the scene.

There, in Della’s queen size bed, the twins were curled up close together, in the same position Scrooge remembered seeing so very often when they were wee kids, running around and causing havoc in his house. He’d even bet a dollar that they were holding hands in between them.

Feeling a newly-becoming-familiar warmth flood his heart, Scrooge stood for a few minutes just watching them, a fond smile over his face. A cough from the end of the hallway had Scrooge closing the door loudly in surprise, only to find Beakley at the end of the hallway with a knowing look in her eyes.

“Your whole family is back under one roof Sir.”

Scrooge cleared his throat, straightening his back even as he felt the strangest urge to sink to his knees in relief and happiness. “So they are. I think it deserves a celebratory breakfast doesn’t?”

Beakley bowed her head slightly. “I’ll get started on it right away.”

Saying so, she moved away, heading towards the kitchen.

Scrooge cracked the door open just the tiniest gap to see both Donald and Della were still fast asleep, and then walked back to his room to start his day, a feeling of complete contentment making him feel like he was floating.

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noctisfishing · 4 years

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A Night at the Summer Festival

Day 2 - First Date

#noct writes taiora week 2020 [ 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 ]

@taioraweek for more Taiora love! @noctisfishing for Taiora/Digimon writings and more. :)

Setting: Digimon Adventure tri. timeframe / AU

Tags: Fluff, Romance

Minor pairings: Takari, Joumi, minor Kenyako

Notes: Their first date is at a summer festival because I was inspired by this beautiful fanart. There will be no goldfish or candy apple, but I promise it’ll be equally as sweet.

This may not show up in the tags because of the links but I’d like to add them for context. Here is more on the yukata (even the drawing in the link could be of Sora, lol!) and info on some of the mini-games and food stalls at a Japanese summer festival. More references at the end of the fic!

Also... Koushiro couldn’t make it to this event... (My deepest apologies to my Koushiro fans. I hope we can still be friends)

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"So, you've finally asked her out, huh?"

“Let’s not talk about this, Hikari.”

Hikari grinned upon entering her and Taichi’s bedroom, catching sight of Taichi who was draped in blue. His brows were furrowed as he lifted his arms, looking down at the yukata he had focused on putting on properly.

“I think we should, given the occasion,” Hikari said, stopping in front of Taichi to help wrap the robe and obi around his waist. She had already put on her own lavender-colored yukata with the help of her mother, including the flower clips in her hair to match.

Taichi lowered his arms, entrusting his younger sister to help him look like less of a fool in his yukata. “You’d think that a first date would be small and simple, like catching a movie, or a walk in the park.”

“A summer festival is just as fun, Taichi. An amazing event with an amazing girl like her. Right?”

“R-right…” Taichi stared to the side, feeling the burn on his cheeks from Hikari’s widened grin. He knew that she was highly amused by his reaction. “I guess I’m lucky that Dad had his old yukata for me to borrow.”

“I’m sure Sora appreciates it! Wait until she sees you in this - Taichi, stop fidgeting.”

“Sorry,” he muttered.

He had only turned his head to try to look down at what the yukata looked like on him, but he lifted his head up and faced forward to let Hikari continue her magic.

“Okay! All done.” Hikari patted either of his shoulders. “It’ll be fine.”

“I hope so. Thanks, Hikari.”

After what seemed like forever while their mom convinced them to pose for pictures, Taichi walked with Hikari to the front of the shrine where they planned to meet Sora and Takeru. The two were already waiting in their own yukatas, with Takeru donned in green and staring in amazement as Sora did a casual turn with the geta on her feet to show off hers.

At the turn of her head, her eyes lit up when she realized that Taichi and Hikari had arrived.

Taichi was suddenly speechless.

“Hikari! Taichi!” Takeru called with a wave. He joined Sora walking over to them.

Hikari kept walking, but Taichi stopped, at a loss for words. Sora’s red hair was styled in a bun with a lock of her hair coiling down the frame of her face. Her yukata was patterned with florals in different shades of ruby, with a crimson obi tied in a tachiya-style knot at the back .

“Come on, you slowpoke!” Hikari yelled.

The other three laughed, but hearing that brought Taichi back down to Earth. As he caught up to them, he remembered that he didn’t want to embarrass himself or mess this up. He had even agreed with Sora beforehand that they didn’t have to treat this like a date to keep the pressure off between them.

“You look amazing, Sora,” Taichi blurted.

“Well, thank you,” Sora said, taking her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. Her face began to match the color of her yukata. “You look nice, too.”

Taichi wondered if that was too cheesy to say. So much for embarrassing himself.

“Tell me I look amazing, too, Taichi,” added Takeru with a grin. Hikari giggled as she attached herself linking her arm through the hook of his elbow.

Taichi grinned. “You clean up nicely, Takeru,” he said, suddenly recognizing how close Takeru and Hikari were to each other.

“We’ll be heading off,” Hikari said with a wink. “We don’t want to intrude. Maybe we can meet up around here when the night is over?”

“Sounds good,” said Sora. “You two have fun!”

“Don’t worry,” Takeru added as he looked to Taichi. “I’ll keep an eye on Hikari.”

Takeru stole a kiss from Hikari before putting his arm around her waist as they walked away. Taichi couldn’t help but watch, and he wondered if it was actually Takeru that he needed to keep an eye on.

“Taichi.” Sora gently took hold of his forearm. “They’ll be fine. Don’t worry about them. We’re here to enjoy ourselves, right?”

Realizing this, Taichi let out a sigh and relaxed his shoulders. “You’re right.” he said, and his worries seemed to disappear when his eyes met hers and they exchanged a smile.

The two then entered the festival side-by-side observing the rows of stands on either side that sold food and various items, and some that hosted mini-games.

“Let’s get some takoyaki at the first stand we see,” Sora said as they walked through.

“Heck yeah!” Taichi replied just as his eyes landed on a mini-game stand a few yards in front of them. “...I have an idea.”

Sora stopped and looked at the stand he was looking toward, reading the sign, “Kingyo!” She looked to Taichi with a knowing stare. “Loser pays for the takoyaki?”

Taichi grinned. “Let’s do it.”

However, both of them ended up being the loser. They each made two attempts at scooping for a goldfish, all attempts which ended with broken pois and fish squiggling back into the mini pool. Taichi noticed a few other people playing, however, and noticed how easily the paper poi ripped no matter how delicate they tried to be.

“Hey-!” Taichi began with annoyance, but Sora immediately grabbed him and walked him away from the stand.

“It’s not worth it, Taichi,” she said with her expression just as irritated. “Either way, that was a waste of yen, wasn’t it?”

Taichi knew he didn’t want this to sour the rest of their night, so he figured he would try to lighten the mood.

“Yeah… and here I was thinking that you were a master of fishing, Sora.”

She smacked his shoulder as he laughed. “Meanie.”

“Anyway, where to next?”

Suddenly, a loud gasp was heard nearby, followed by a familiar voice.

“Hey! It’s Taichi!”

As both Taichi and Sora turned their heads, they saw Daisuke quickly approaching, with Miyako, Iori, and Ken following behind. Miyako gasped as well, and both Daisuke and Miyako walked around them, staring at their yukatas in adoration.

Taichi should’ve expected an interruption like this given the popularity of end-of-summer festivals like this one.

“Wow, Taichi!” Daisuke exclaimed. “You look really cool in that-”

“Sora!” Miyako chimed in. “You look like a goddess! Oh my gosh, I can’t believe-”

“Calm down, you two!” Sora said, laughing nervously and waving her hands in front of her. “There are other people wearing these, too!”

Miyako pouted. “I should’ve worn one! I would’ve looked way nicer on this date with Ken.”

“Speaking of,” Iori added with a tempered reaction. “I think we should leave these two alone. Pardon the intrusion, Sora, Taichi.”

“Wha-?”

Daisuke was cut off by Ken pushing him in the other direction as his cheeks flushed, most likely from hearing Miyako’s comment. His other hand grabbed hold of Miyako’s elbow, pulling her away with a look on her face that was as confused as Daisuke’s. Iori was the last to follow behind them, but not before bowing politely at Sora and Taichi.

“I’ve always liked Iori,” Taichi said with relief.

“It was nice to see them, though,” Sora replied. “Come on - let’s find another game I can beat you in.”

“You’re on, Takenouchi.”

They found a stand with a ring toss game which both of them were eager to play. Tossing a ring at the same time, Sora and Taichi watched their own rings land around its own toy, making their game a tie.

“I got you a present,” Sora said with a smile and holding up a mini cartoon-ish dinosaur, orange in color.

“No way. I got this for you!” Taichi raised his palm to show the toy of a bright pink bird sitting on top of it.

The two of them laughed as they swapped their presents to oogle at for a few moments; then, Sora put them in her small bag. Taichi was happy to see Sora smile. He knew that she was having a good time, and he hoped that it would continue as the night went on.

As they continued to walk, Taichi noticed more people walking alongside them. The festival was getting busier, and he sensed that even Sora knew it when he felt her hand touch his forearm once again.

“Don’t worry!” Taichi said with a smile. “I’ll make sure we don’t lose each other!”

“Maybe I’m more worried about you losing me,” she teased.

He laughed to himself, not mentioning his heart beating as she held onto him.

However, he nearly jumped in fright as he felt a hand touch his other forearm.

“Hey there, handsome!” Mimi said with a wink and a grin.

“Ah! Hey Mimi!” Sora said cheerfully.

“I wanted to see what you guys were up to, and I figured that Jou and I would join you!”

Oh no, Taichi thought.

“Well, Mimi…” Sora began. Taichi could tell that she didn’t have the heart to tell Mimi otherwise.

“It’ll only be for a little bit!” added Jou who peered over from Mimi’s side with a sheepish smile. “Right, Meems?”

Taichi’s eyes darted over to Jou who mouthed a ‘Sorry!’ to him.

“Well, we were thinking about getting takoyaki,” said Sora. “Why don’t we all get some together?”

“Let’s do that!” Jou chimed in “My treat?”

“Oh, isn’t Jou such a sweetheart?” Mimi said cheerfully.

“He’s quite the charmer!” said Taichi, knowing that Jou was doing this out of pity, especially after being on the receiving end of Taichi’s death stare.

But Mimi had already let go of Taichi’s arm and stopped walking, making the rest of them stop with her.

“I see cotton candy! I totally want some!”

“Then, I’ll go buy some for you,” Jou said, gently pulling Mimi towards the stall and away from Taichi and Sora.

Mimi cupped her hand on Jou’s cheek. “You’re such a sweetheart…”

“Wouldn’t you know it,” Sora said just as Jou and Mimi left. “A takoyaki stall.”

“Ah…” Taichi turned to look and saw that there was no line in front of it. He realized at that point that the competition between him and Sora was at a draw, so he decided to change the rule of the game. “How about some takoyaki on me?”

“But, Taichi, neither of us are winning,” Sora said, which Taichi knew that she would point out.

“Then, we’ll just say that you’re the winner here.”

“Aww…” Sora began in a playful tone, mimicking Mimi as she held her palm to Taichi’s cheek. “...you’re such a sweetheart…”

The amusement and laughter only lasted a few moments, as Sora’s face turned into a shade of pink; and she must have removed her hand when she felt Taichi’s face warming up in turn.

“I’ll- be right back!” Taichi said, knowing that him being flustered was obvious.

There had already been one person ahead of Taichi when he approached the food stall. Taichi stood behind him and noticed he was wearing a green yukata, although it might have fit loosely for someone his size. The guy’s hair was short, spiky and blond under the straw hat that he wore, and Taichi wondered why he looked so familiar.

“One takoyaki, please,” the guy said in an apparently hushed voice, but Taichi was able to recognize that voice from anywhere.

“Yamato?!” Taichi said, making the guy jump in his spot.

He turned to Taichi, staring daggers and holding a finger to his lips. “Not so loud!” he hissed.

“What’s the-?!” Taichi caught himself nearly yelling, then he lowered his voice. “What’s the deal?!”

“Next, please!” yelled the stall attendant, and Yamato stood to the side with Sora while Taichi put in two orders. When he met with the two of them, Yamato hunched over as though he was hiding himself with Taichi and Sora.

“I just wanted to check out the festival on my own without getting noticed, you know?” Yamato explained. “Some people have already been staring at me longer than they should but I don’t think they recognize me.”

“People are going to stare at you if you’re wearing that hat after the sun goes down, anyway,” Taichi said, feeling the need to point that out.

“Right now, I’d rather be the weird kid with the hat than be Yamato of ‘Knife of Day’.”

The takoyaki orders were called, and Yamato and Taichi got theirs, with Taichi handing one to Sora. But just as that happened, a loud scream nearby reached their ears.

“Aahh!! You were right! That is Yamato! The lead singer of ‘Knife of Day’!”

As more heads turned and the squeals of excitement grew louder, Taichi’s eyes widened and he turned his head to Yamato.

“You probably should not have said that so loud…” Sora added.

“Gotta run,” Yamato said, just as he darted in the direction in which the majority of the crowd was travelling.

It amazed Taichi how many people recognized Yamato. Many of the girls in yukatas began to run in Yamato’s direction, some of them running in their geta and tripping over themselves.

Sora gasped as a few girls ran past. As she turned to dodge out of their way, she had slipped on her own geta and started to tumble backward.

“Sora, look out-!”

Taichi caught Sora just before she toppled to the ground, his back against the crowd while he felt more people whiz by. The moment he felt it was safe, he helped Sora stand.

“You alright?” he asked, searching her face for any sign of trouble.

“Well, our friends didn’t make it…” Sora frowned at the dinosaur and bird toys that she took out of her bag; they were now in pieces of pink and orange. She also looked down at the ground where her takoyaki had fallen. “I really wanted that.”

Taichi held his up and smiled. “Here, we can share mine-”

Startled by the sudden push at his back as one more crazed fan zoomed past, his hand was forced open, letting his takoyaki drop right next to Sora’s.

“Oy.”

Turning to the stall, Taichi saw the attendant hold up a pair of takoyaki orders and gestured to him to take them.

“Oh, no, sir- that’s okay! You don’t have to do that-”

The attendant pointed into the crowd, where Taichi and Sora found Mimi happily strolling with her cotton candy, and Jou giving them a thumbs up, quickly followed by the gesture to zip their mouths shut.

“Good ol’ reliable Jou,” said Sora, who grabbed the orders and handed one to Taichi.

He couldn’t help but laugh along with her.

As the night went on, they continued their walk down the festival rows. But Taichi noticed that Sora declined to do anything else. She didn’t want to get any more food, nor did she want to play any game, or even to try their hand at another fish scooping game. He was wondering if she was no longer having fun, if she even had any from the start.

“Can we get out of this crowd?” she asked.

“Okay.” Taichi looked around, realizing that they were both in the middle of a sea of people going in every direction. Looking ahead, he found a clearing where they could make their escape. “Hold onto me.”

Taichi led the way, holding her hand tightly as they weaved through the crowd together. They passed by people cheering as a young boy caught three goldfish at one stall; a couple winning a ticket for two free bowls of ramen from pulling a string from a senbonhiki stall; and a group of friends decided to pop confetti into the crowd, showering bits of colorful paper all over.

Soon, the lively noises were far away, and Taichi and Sora found themselves on a grassy hillside where the moon slowly rose over a large lake. Right behind them was a bridge where people were already lining up against the guardrails.

“I guess we found a great spot,” Sora said. “Let’s find a place to sit.”

She chose the spot to lay her blanket for the two of them to sit, and she set her geta off to the side.

“Sorry about that back there. I just couldn’t hear myself think.”

“Oh, was that what it was?” Taichi asked. “I was wondering if you were getting bored.”

Sora giggled. “I’m having a lot of fun with you, Taichi. Despite all the mishaps.”

Taichi turned to her, watching her laugh as her eyes glistened under the glow of the festival lights. There was a pause in her laughter, which confused him, even as she took her hand to his hair.

“Looks like confetti is your consolation prize for the night, Yagami” she said, gently picking out the colorful pieces. “At least you got something.”

Taichi caught sight of a brightly colored piece in a lock of her hair.

“Hey, looks like you win, too,” he said, reaching for it.

Just then, the sky lit up with a flash and a pop. The fireworks show had begun, but neither of them took their eyes from one another.

“What did I win?” she asked.

“If I said it was a kiss from me… would you call that a consolation?”

It was a bold question that even he didn’t think he had the courage to say.

But in response, she brought his palm against her cheek. The flashes of light above them only made her eyes sparkle as she smiled with radiance.

“I’d say that it’s the best prize of all.”

With his heart pounding in his ears, Taichi leaned forward until his lips met hers. His emotions were as bright and colorful as the skies above when she kissed him back.

Taichi almost felt silly to worry about their first date, but even after things didn’t go as expected, he couldn’t think of anything better than experiencing it all with her.

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Terms mentioned:

yukata (summer kimono); obi - sash that wraps around the yukata and can be tied in a knot, including tachiya-style; geta - traditional sandals worn with yukata... Poor Sora’s feet.

takoyaki - appetizer made with octopus. I really want some right now..

Kingyo [sukui] - fish-scooping game, using poi (a tool with thin washi paper) to catch the fish. There are other sukui-type games at festivals, too!

Senbonhiki - a lottery type game where you pull a string that guarantees you a prize (and the prizes vary)

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im-a-killer-queen · 4 years

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WIN-WIN

DACRE MONTGOMERY FANFIC

CHAPTER ONE: THE DEAL

On this storie Dacre is like his character Billy hargrove but a little bit more kind. Dacre has to improve his grades if he wants to keep on the basketball team. He made a deal with you because you are SO VIRGIN. He will show you the world of sex and you'll help him with his grades.

Words: about 950 (i'll try to make next parts longer)

Warnings: swearing. Smut on the next chapters.

Note: if there is something wrong (grammar, expresions...) please tell me, english is not my first lenguage, thank you!.

I hope you enjoy

I was talking with my friend Joe when the teacher came in. She start talking so i decided to draw something on my notebook.

"So i'll made the couples" i heard her said, "What is s e talking about?" I asked Joe, "she is making couples for a project, geeze i hope we're together" he looked at me with puppy eyes, "yeah, me too, i mean, imagine being partner with Carol" i laugh.

"Joe and Carol" i tried so hard not to laugh, but i couldn't help but chuckle, "Dacre and Y/ N"

Well, fuck.

I mean, he is SO HOT but he is an asshole, he slept with every girl on town and most of them ended heart-broken. I looked at him while listening Joe chuckle me back, Dacre was looking at me with THAT smile as he run his tongue above his lips. I rolled my eyes.

I waited until the class were over and i pick up my things while hearding Joe complaining about being partner with Carol. "What if she tries to kiss me?" He asked while getting out of class, "why would she do that?" I teased, "because i'm hot" i laugh. Yes, Joe is hot, but i like to joke on him.

"Hey" i turned around to know whose voice was calling me, it was Dacre. Fuck. "Yes?" I asked, "We're partners for the project" he smiled, "Yes, i know" i answered. "What if you came to my house today after lunch?" He asked, "Can It be tomorrow? I have to ask my parents" i smiled at him "Sure princess, ask your parents like good girls do" he teased.

'Excuse me?" I glared at him, "See ya doll" he walked away. "Who the fuck does he think he is?" I asked Joe, "i don't know, but be carefull, he will try to make out with you"

"Well he won't"

Joe drove me home and i entered the house after goodbye him.

"Hi everyone" i heard my mother and my sisters greet me and after having lunch i decided to ask my mom if i could go to Dacre's house to made the project, obviusly i didn't say it was a boy, my mother would freak out if she knew.

After homework i choose my outfit fot the next day, it didn´t take so long, i pick up a cute blouse and jeans.

The next day after class i founded myself waiting for Dacre on his own car. It was a nice car, a Chevrolet Camaro, is he rich or something?

I saw him caming, "You´re late pretty boy" i teased, "Pretty, huh?" he smiled, "Well, that´s what people say" we get in the car, "I heard that i´m sexy or hot, but never pretty, you´re gonna make me blush princess" i rolled my eyes, "don´t call me that, or anything" he chuckle "sorry doll, do what i want", i snorted but i decided to let it be.

"You have a nice car" i said, "my mom give it to me" he said a little bit tense, "she trust you this much?" I asked "there wasn't other option" he looked so serious so i decided to stop asking.

He parked the car near his house, we get off and started walking to get in the house. I was expecting someone to be inside, but there was no one. "Your parents?" I looked at him "working".

We went to his room and he told me to sat on a chair next his desk, this was so uncomfortable. He sat next to me "Ummm... So we should start doi..."

"You have good grades, right?" He cut me off.

"What?"

"Do you?" He was so impatient.

"Yes, i guess, they are normal"

"Normal is OK for me, and i heard you are virgin, that's true?"

"WHAT?! I'm not telling you, that's fucking private, what do you fucking care dumbass?"

"I'll take it like a yes" he said calmly, " ya know, you should try sex, is a way to know yourself better and we are 17, it's our time to know what we want, what we like and make crazy"

I was shoked, he wanted to make out with me? I mean, i've been thinking what he said a long time, but there isn't any guy that wanted to do that with me, and if they do it is me who don't want them.

"Dacre, you are telling me this because you want to have sex with me?"

"No... I mean yes, i wouldn't mind, you are sexy, but the question is: do YOU want to explore you sexuality?"

"Of course i want, but i don't know why are we talking about this"

"Well, today i was late because the coach and the director talked with me, if i don't get better grades i won't play basketball anymore, so i tought that you could help me, and i can help you, plus we'll both have fun"

"So you thought that the sex part was the most obvious?"

"Have you seen the "the to-do list" film?"

"Yes... Have YOU?"

"So you don't want to do the same as the main character? We both could do that"

"You want me to do a list of sexual things that i could do so can do It together and that because of that i'll help you with your grades?"

"Yes"

Well fuck it.

"Deal"

And it was on that moment when we mess everything up and we didn't even know.

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❄️ Untamed Winter Fest 2019 ❄️

Day 4: Decorating

[Roommates AU]

“Careful now, A-Ling.”

The three-year-old climbs up the step ladder slowly but resolutely, Wei Ying’s hands hovering safely around his little frame. Even as he stands on the last step, his nephew barely reaches his chin, but that’s enough. On that day, with paint in his little hands, A-Ling is just the right size to be the artist in charge of decorating the walls of Wei Ying’s brand new attic.

He stays close as A-Ling stretches his little body so he can start as high as possible. All the while, he sings a song that Wei Ying is already halfway to memorizing, even if it hasn’t been a month since he moved back to Yunmeng. The little hands form clear prints on the surface of the wall, then the child drags his masterpiece down, in a creative smear. Wei Ying follows him as he goes up and down the ladder, dipping his hands in different colors to spread them from the bottom to the farthest spots he can reach in thick and thin brushes of his fingers. Yanli had mentioned that A-Ling can make the most intricate color fusions and while he was never one to doubt his elder sister, he really can see it there, on his walls.

“Uncle, look!” A-Ling calls, and he laughs, because he’s been doing nothing but that, and he lets the toddler run from one end of the wall to the other, drawing tortuous trails, making sounds while he moves. At one point he wants Wei Ying to join, and since he never really thought he’d escape this little endeavor unscathed, by the time Lan Zhan gets home, his clothes are thoroughly ruined.

“Sorry I’m late,” he says, still dressed in his office clothes. Wei Ying chuckles, motions him to stay back with one hand, while he draws stars with the other.

“That’s okay, we’ve been having lots of fun together, right, A-Ling?”

“Lots of fun!” A-Ling repeats, dropping his hands heavily on his paints and making a mess on the floor. By then, they had already been going for hours and there wasn’t a single wall without a splash of color on it, even if A-Ling favorite certain spots over others.

“I really think he’s going to be an artist, Lan Zhan, takes an artist to recognize another.”

He punctuates his phrase with an exaggerated pride and rouses a chuckle out of the other.

“I see. It’ll take an artist to cover all of this up later.”

His next laugh is a little sheepish as he crouches next to his nephew.

“Maybe we can leave it as it is. It doesn’t have to be a serious room or anything.”

They hadn’t really decided what to put there. They didn’t have that many belongings together, Wei Ying not having accumulated many since he moved out of his parents’ house in college and Lan Zhan not being the kind of person to own that many things to begin with.

Wei Ying has an inkling; and since that’s all it is, he keeps it running inside himself until it’s a full-blown thought.

“How’s your sister?”

“Glowing.” He absentmindedly tucks his hair behind his ear and then cringes at the resulting stickiness. “She says dinner won’t take long, but I told her to take as long as she needs, we’ve got A-Ling.”

A-Ling’s clothes are definitely a trouble, his hair even more so, but until he burns all of his energy or gets bored of painting, Wei Ying just lets him do his thing, Lan Zhan nodding, standing aside and out of the range of A-Ling’s working space.

A few minutes pass with nothing but Wei Ying encouraging his nephew, both of them getting paint in places that will be difficult to wash later. Lan Zhan stays in place and in silence, watching the sun and the moon that the other two draw on opposite sides of the same wall, until he says, “Would you honor me with your thoughts, Wei Ying?”

He’s a little startled, for just a moment, before he’s brightened with a laugh. What a lovely echo of something said so long ago.

“What makes you think I’m thinking about anything?”

“You are.”

“Not this time though,” he singsongs.

“Mn,” is the response, prompt and accepting and thoroughly unbelieving.

Wei Ying stands behind A-Ling, his hands behind his back, looking down at his little head. He says nothing but his smile tells a story.

“I just remembered father,” he says. “He liked seeing me paint too.”

Lan Zhan adds another Mn to the conversation, and Wei Ying gives him a side-glance.

“Are you psychoanalyzing me, doctor?”

“I’m too biased for that.”

His chuckle is cut short when he notices Lan Zhan approach, but his surprised “Ah, don’t” does nothing to stop the other. The soles of his shoes are definitely going to amuse a few patients in the near future, if he doesn’t bother to clean them. He’s both a really neat person but also uncaring about other’s opinions, so Wei Ying figures it could go either way. He’ll have to look forward to that development.

“It’s just... Yunmeng.”

As if it explains everything.

“Yunmeng,” Lan Zhan agrees, so maybe it does.

How many years have they known each other again?

“Yunmeng and re-adjusting and thinking about the past and the future, I guess.” He shrugs. So many clever things to talk about others, so few words about himself. Did he even know himself the best as he used to think he did?

When Lan Zhan speaks, after a pause that feels both too long and too short, he knows that he was wrong.

“You’re thinking about adopting a child.”

His smile feels weak as he dons it.

“Lan Zhan, I currently draw webcomics for a living. It’s certainly not the time—”

“There might never be a perfect time.”

Jin Ling is singing again, and Wei Ying forces himself to pay as close attention to the toddler as to the man that stands beside him with his hands clasped behind in back, looking at the art of a three-year-old boy on his recently purchased new home. Their home. In Wei Ying’s Yunmeng.

“Lan Zhan, this is why your uncle said I’d be a bad influence on you when we were fifteen, look at you encouraging my reckless impulses—”

“It’s not an impulse.”

It’s not. Neither is it an itch or a fancy, but it’s all and more, in Jiang Fengmian’s voice, calling from purple-tinged clouds outside the attic window. Jiang Yanli is her happiest with all of her family close to her and with little A-Ling clinging to her skirts, and even Jiang Cheng seems to smile more since he moved back. A-Ling’s weight when he picks him up and swirls him around and cleans his cheeks and hands is both something new and something long coming, and even if he just has a roof over his head because he’s been Lan Zhan’s roommate for so long that neither of them remember what it’s like to not live with the other anymore, it’s...

What?

“Wei Ying?”

With a sniffle, he turns to A-Ling and exclaims, “Ah! Mom should be getting home any time now, Jin Ling, time for a bath!”

“I’ll do it with you.”

He wants to make fun of his phrasing, but he’s too stunned to speak. A-Ling pretends his uncle never said anything and continues to play.

“I’ll... help you. If you want me.”

Lan Zhan, isn’t there an order to these things? First comes love, then comes marriage, isn’t that how the song goes? Except no one knows him like Lan Zhan does. His habits, his preferences, his moods and the worst sides of him. Isn’t that a little like marriage? Except they didn’t share a bed. Except they weren’t in...

“Lan Zhan.”

His smile is lopsided, playful and full of hope.

“Aren’t you supposed to confess before proposing?”

It’s ridiculous how an accomplished man of Lan Zhan’s age can avoid his gaze in such a clearly embarrassed way like they’re fifteen again and he’s teasing him about never having kissed anyone. Have you? How long have you liked me, Lan Zhan? He licks his lips. Lan Zhan doesn’t meet his gaze but remains right where he is.

“Ah!”

They look down at where A-Ling has spilled paint all over the brim of Lan Zhan’s trousers, making a mess of his shoes. Yeah. He’s not going to be able to wear those anymore. Wei Ying sighs.

“Come on, A-Ling. Let’s have a nice, warm bath since it’s cold!”

He throws his hands in the air with a Yay! and A-Ling mirrors him before he picks him up. And just like that, with A-Ling perched on his waist, he takes Lan Zhan’s clean hand in his dirty one, and it’s amusing and delightful and it makes him smile all the wider.

“Honor me with your thoughts tonight?”

Lan Zhan swallows whatever it was that caught his voice then nods and smiles back.

Wei Ying walks away, playing with A-Ling, and wondering if his bed will finally be warm enough in the winter from then on. And if he convinced Lan Zhan that the recently decorated attic could make a good playroom?

Well. They’ll have to buy new furniture.

#Untamed Winter Fest #The Untamed #Mo Dao Zu Shi #fanfiction #Wangxian #Lan Wangji #Wei Wuxian #Jin Ling #it's almost 1am I thought I wasn't going to be able to write this gfkjdkgh RIP #I'm sorry these are all Wangxian #I'm trying to think of non-Wangxian ficlets!!#this prompt is sponsored by my niece's love for step ladders

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