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bookedandbusythough · 6 years

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Secret Santa gift for Game of Thrones Secret Santa @gotsecretsanta for the lovely, one and only, my bff @nooowestayandgetcaught

Stranger Things/GoT crossover with AxG, Jaime/Brienne and Sansa/Margaery

Stupid. He’s so stupid. Blankly, Gendry remembers the first time that word really stuck. It was soon after they’d found her in the woods. Him and Hot Pie and Lommy. They’d been looking for Bran against the express wish of all their parents who were worried they’d go missing just like Bran.

Arya had been drenched in rain, a yellow sweatshirt swallowing her whole. They’d thought then that she was a boy. With her shaved head and the long stick she’s been clutching in front of her like a weapon. Gendry had been the first to realize she was a girl. He’d hid her in his basement against the protests of Lommy and Hot Pie.

“Stupid,” she repeated after Lommy when he’d been yelling at Gendry about it all.

The way she’d said the word gave him the impression she didn’t know what the word meant. Gendry had groaned and dropped his head dejectedly into his hands.

“Me,” he’d said in explanation. “I’m stupid.” The name had stuck long after she’d found out it wasn’t actually his name.

Now it was just her nickname for him. Pet name, more like, Lommy would say, but Gendry couldn’t let himself believe Arya saw him like that.

It had been almost eight years since then, and almost six since the sheriff, Ned Stark, had adopted Arya. Almost four since anything strange had happened in their small town. It was winter break, and Arya had come home to visit from university. Although they wrote each other letters and chatted on the phone almost constantly throughout the year, Gendry always found himself awkward around Arya when he saw her in person. At least ever since high school had ended and they’d gone their separate ways.

Gendry had started classes at the local college, but after his father had died, he’d had to drop out to work to help his older sister Mya support their mother and younger sister, Barra Now he was the town’s local welder. He was the best at his job, but he somehow felt it would never be good enough to measure up to Arya who was studying politics and economics. Even the lowest of the low of the boys in her classes must somehow outshine him, he knew. Although they’d seemed to flirt through the last half of middle school and all of high school, he’d never quite gotten up the courage to…well, do anything. And now he knew he didn’t stand a chance.

Gendry had just said goodbye to her and her adopted father Ned at their cabin in the woods where they were now having movie night. They’d lingered on the door step with little else to say except for goodbye, but they’d both hovered as if they’d had more to say. Her hair had long since grown back and though she kept it shoulder length, it framed her faced in a way that was lovely to him even though he knew she didn’t groom like a lot of girls did.

“I’ll stop by the shop tomorrow then, stupid,” she’d promised, punching him in the arm. She was stronger than when they’d been kids and didn’t hold back, so it hurt enough for him to flinch and grab her arm playfully.

He didn’t know how it happened but the next moment they were wrestling like they hadn’t since middle school and ended up tumbling around in the leaves and brush surrounding the entrance of the sheriff’s cottage. She was quick, but he was stronger and he soon pinned her to the ground, careful to pin her legs so she couldn’t knee him in the groin. They were both flush and out of breath when he finally looked into her eyes and the playfulness that had started out there was gone replaced with something much hungrier.

It was the approaching rumble of the sheriff’s large truck - he still drove the same as he had years ago - and suddenly, without any effort of his own, Gendry was flying backwards and off of Arya who was red in the face as she hopped off her feet, her arm still outstretched from using her powers to lift Gendry from his feet. He always forgot when they were play fighting how much stronger she actually was. The last gaze of her he got, she was wiping blood from under her nose.

Gendry had taken off with barely even a hello-goodbye to the sheriff who was watching the two of them both curiously and disapprovingly.

Gendry wasn’t sure what had passed between them then but he didn’t want to give himself false hope that the girl he’d been in love with since they were eleven years old was in love with him too. It couldn’t be.

Arya studied her face in the mirror of the cabin’s tiny bathroom to make sure no blood lingered beneath her nose so her father wouldn’t know she’d used her powers unnecessarily, though she’d rather he know that than have caught her and Gendry in the compromising position they’d been in. Arya flushed again and the bathroom cabinets trembled with the burst of her power. She took a deep breath. This was new; she had to figure out how to get her powers under control whenever she around Gendry, especially when he was touching her.

Arya slipped out of the bathroom, a genuine smile plastered on her face as she threw her arms around her father.

“Five three five.” She muttered into his neck, noting the time on the clock on the wall behind her father, the time he’d promised he’d meet her at the cabin for movie night.

Her father chuckled. “Yes, sweetling. Five thirty-five, just like I promised.”

Arya and her father no longer permanently lived in the cabin. They frequented it only for the memories. Years ago, Ned had married Arya’s now stepmother Cat, and sweet Bran had become her stepbrother. Ned and Cat had bought a ruin of a house, fifteen minutes from town. In their younger days, Arya and Bran had dubbed it Winterfell. It was there that Cat and Bran waited for them to complete their father-daughter ritual, one started years before the four had become a complete family. Five really, if you counted Sansa, Arya’s sister, if not by blood. After discovering her and that, like Arya, she’d been another victim of Qyburn Industries, Ned had taken no time in opening his arms for her in welcome. She too had powers, though much different from Arya’s. She was away at university still, working on her thesis with her girlfriend Margaery and should be joining them for the holidays shortly.

Arya fell heavily onto the old frayed couch next to her father, a bowl of popcorn and pile of snacks and candies nestled between them as her father pressed play on the VCR remote, allowing the comforting, powerful Star Wars theme song to overtake her senses.

Gendry lit the blowtorch, allowing the flames to heat to the proper degree before turning it on the slab of metal before him. It was a sort of meditation for him, this job, which made it more a way of life for him than a job. His hair fell messily over his eyes as it was wont to do, and he shoved it away from his face with the back of his hand before resuming the shaping of the metal. He didn’t notice the door slide quietly open behind him, but he felt the draft of air moments later, cold as any winter he could remember before. When he turned, he wasn’t surprised to see Arya lounging casually against a wicker bench he’d installed there specifically for that purpose, as if she’d been there all day.

He flicked the blowtorch off and stared at her. She stared back.

“Stupid,” she murmured, this time much more an endearment than a challenge.

“Arya.” he said her name. And it was as if he heard himself over the years calling her name in desperation as he had each time she’d disappeared from his life.

She seemed to read it all on his face, though her powers were more telekinetic in nature than psychic. “Eight.” She whispered. And he knew she meant eight years since it had all begun. As if the wind itself knew the meaning of her words, it howled ominously through the crack in the door. Arya shivered. Gendry started, then strode towards the door and shut it gently, then picked a blanket up from a nearby cabinet and draped it over her before plopping down next to her.

“Nothing’s happened for more than four years.” Gendry said in what he hoped was a soothing voice.

Arya gave him that look she reserved for him only when he was being especially stupid.

“We have to check.” Her voice left no room for deliberation.

But Gendry never could help deliberating with her. “It’ll do us no good to check. It’s just inviting danger. We should go to the arcade like old times. Or just go get pizza.”

She was glaring at him from beneath the fold of blanket she’d draped over her head. And though she’d aged somewhat, and gracefully at that, with a few adjustments, her hair hidden, she could be the same terrified little girl he’d happened across so long ago.

He sighed in frustration before burying his face in his hands.

He seemed to be doing that a lot around her lately, for one reason or another.

“Arya,” he tried to say her name gently but it came out in a strangled tone. She shifted in her seat and scrambled to find his hand from under her blanket. He let her take it tightly.

“You don’t know-.“ His voice broke and she squeezed his hand.

“Nothing will happen.” She promised in voice of steel.

“You don’t know that,” he almost snapped, so irritated with her he could barely stand it, but the irritation quickly gave in to fear once more and he had to be quick to snatch her hand back when she’d pulled away because he had raised his voice.

“Arya,” he repeated. “You don’t know what-.” But his voice broke again. He powered through. “You don’t know what it’s like to lose you. I can’t let that happen again.” He paused as all his emotions that he’d been holding back for years came flooding out. “It’s bad enough I lost you to New York and college, but at least I know you’re happy there, that you’re safe. But if I lose you to it again…”

His voice trailed off and he realized he’d said more than he’d meant to. Her face was pale and she was staring at him with a surprised expression. He pulled his own hand away now and turned away as he wiped his face, giving in to the inevitable.

He stood clearing his throat. “Let’s go.” His voice flat now. “Lommy, Hot Pie and Bran are going to be furious if we make them wait any longer.”

Gendry slid his arms into his jean jacket and went to slide the shop door open but it was stuck. The harder he pulled, the firmer and more stubborn in place it seemed to be. Realization hit Gendry as he turned to see Arya rising from the bench and wiping blood from her nose.

She had a furious look. “You. Won’t. Lose. Me. Again.” She said each word as if it was its own proper sentence as she approached where he stood, stunned. Then she threw herself into his arms and buried her face in his neck. “Not to college or New York or anything,” she whispered.

He held her tightly letting the embrace speak for itself. Finally when they both felt better, he let her slide out of his arms but didn’t take his arm from around her.

“Did you bring Needle?” Gendry asked in amusement.

She smiled and stretched out a hand and Gendry saw the long stick he’d found clutched in her fingers so long ago floating in through the window and into Arya’s palm.

“Let’s go to the King’s Road,” he grinned, indicating the street they had nicknamed for one of their favorite stories when they were children, where it had all started and where their three companions should be waiting for them.

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abbisjacobsons · 6 years

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cause and effect - an agent canary fanfic

rewrite of the end of the crisis on earth x crossover - also posted on AO3

Alex sat still, her chin in one hand, a glass of scotch in the other, elbow resting on her knee on the stairs of the WaveRider. The rest of the group of heroes were celebrating another close victory in the main control room, having just finished an impromptu second ceremony for Barry and Iris’s wedding. It had been beautiful, yet simple, and so full of love that Alex couldn’t help but feel broken at the thought that she was so close to having this moment of her own. As much as she wanted to join in the celebration with Kara and these amazing people that she was proud to say were newfound friends, she could only think of Maggie and the life that has just escaped her grasp.

It was almost fate that Sara had glanced her way from the makeshift bar she had set up at the same moment that Alex herself had pulled her head from her hands to glance around the room. They made eye contact from across the room and something in both of them stopped them from being physically able to pull themselves away. Instead, Sara made her way over to Alex through the crowd, shrugging off anyone who attempted to communicate with her. In the moment, looking at Alex, they all just sounded like white noise to her.

When she finally reached Alex at the stairs, she leant against the railing, simply looking at the delicate, sorrowful expression on Alex’s face. She couldn’t quite understand Alex. Their interactions had been... eventful to say the least, and after their one-night stand and the whirlwind that came after with the all of the fighting, she hadn’t had a chance to gauge what constantly seemed to cause the brunette such sadness - or even whether this was just how she was. But no, Sara thought, no. She knew, probably better than anyone, that this level of misery didn’t come without a cause.

Alex couldn’t bring herself to look up to Sara’s undoubtedly beautiful figure standing so close to her. Truthfully she was nervous, because the last time she had been alone with Sara... well, they had woken up naked in bed, barely even remembering each others’ names. After that, the only situation that could quell the awkwardness of casual conversation was the intense adrenaline rush of a fight. Now that the fight was over, though, they had no buffer. All that was left was to endure the dreaded conversation about their brief affair. Although it seems, somehow, that their deep reliance on each other for survival during those fights had ignited a spark that hadn’t been there from the start.

Now, Sara pondered Alex for a little while longer before taking a seat directly next to her on the stairs. Their legs touched briefly, causing Alex’s eyes to finally shift down to Sara’s legs. Memories of that night flashed through her memory and for a brief moment, Alex felt a tug at the corners of her mouth as it pulled itself into what could just be considered a smile. It wasn’t until she remembered that the last person who had made her smile like that was Maggie that the smile quickly faded from her face as though it had never been there. And Sara saw the transition clear as day.

Sara wasn’t blind. She had an inkling as to why this beautiful brunette in front of her seemed so lost in her own mind. The first words they’d spoken to each other had been about her recent breakup with a fiancée, and she’d learned to put two and two together over the years. At least the same time, as awkward as the aftermath had been, they’d had one of the best nights Sara had had in a long time. To her, Alex was like a breath of fresh air amidst this whirlwind that her life had become on the WaveRider. She was like a break from the weight of being a hero, and god did Sara need a break. Being the captain was something that she did with immense pride in her team, but it was hard. Making decisions that could cost any of her team members their lives was the scariest thing she’d ever done. One simple fact drove her on missions like nothing else made sense: she couldn’t lose anyone else.

She could see the same kind of weight in the way that Alex slumped her shoulders, and the look in her eyes that said she knew the pressure of responsibility.

Alex could see the same in Sara, and the longer she sat there with her, and even earlier the more she began to rely on her as she fought with her, Alex could feel some of that awkwardness between them shift as they began to see each other in their element. Both of them fought like it was what hey were born to do. They were like kindred spirits, and they could feel it in the way they fought together. They both just knew exactly what move the other would make next.

But Alex seemed to be paralyzed by this fear. Ever since Maggie had left, the lingering thought that pervaded her mind was that she might be alone forever. She thought she had found something in her that was one of a kind, that she would never be able to find that again. It seemed to be stopping her from acting like even a resemblance of a normal human being around Sara. It had been paralyzing. But in that moment, sitting next to Sara in the stairs, she couldn’t deny that something in that was changing, something between them was becoming different.

Alex and Sara’s knees still touched, so lightly, so gently that Alex, lost so deeply in thought, almost forgot that Sara was sitting so close to her. It wasn’t like she wasn’t there, but rather it felt like they were connected in a way that Sara’s presence was like a simple comfort to Alex. Like just being next to each other was a guarantee that they were not alone. It was this feeling that caused Alex to shift her head towards Sara, and as her head rose to meet Sara’s eyes, she realized that Sara had been gazing at her intently for the 5 or so minutes that they had been sitting together. Alex opened her mouth to speak, but her mind was so intent on the soft look in Sara’s eyes staring back at her that she didn’t feel the need to put that feeling into words. Sara’s expression seemed to change as she looked expectantly to Alex’s lips, waiting for an acknowledgement of this fundamental connection that neither girl could explain to herself. When Alex said nothing, however, when she did nothing, something in Sara’s mind inexplicably decided that that wasn’t enough. Before she’d consciously realized it, Sara had begun to feel that the intensity of this connection that she had to Alex, even after knowing each other for only a few days, was different from anything she’d felt before. She had had deep connection with people before, but something about this was... different, somehow. She didn’t know how, I’m fact she thought it was quite literally indescribable. In any case, in that moment, when Alex refused to say anything at all, Sara felt a frustration rooted in attraction rather than in anger.

Her expression turned irritated as she spoke the first words the two had shared since the fighting has ceased.

“Are you really not gonna say anything?” she asked, an odd sense of confusion overcoming her. She knew she didn’t really have a right to be this annoyed, I mean they’d only known each other for a few days. She just couldn’t help it.

She at least expected that the irrational force with she uttered those words would elicit some sort of reaction from the brunette that was now so close to her that she could feel her breath on her face, but when Alex still just stared Sara directly in the eye, she decided not to entertain the thoughts that had been circling through her mind since she sat down. What was she doing, she thought, for God’s sake, Sara, you barely know the girl, give this shit a rest.

She broke their eye contact, stood up with a little bit too much force, and began to walk away back to the party, shaking her head, but didn’t get more than two steps away before she felt a hand clasp around her wrist, pulling her backwards. She turned around to see who the hell had the gall to touch her like that at the same moment that someone’s lips crashed into hers, hungrily breathing her in. She didn’t have to step back to see who it was. She remembered the strong taste of scotch in a way that transported her back in her mind to that night so recently, her hand pressed to the wall and her body pressed to Alex’s.

She pulled back for a moment, tearing their eager lips apart as she searched for something in Alex’s eyes. What she found was a look that screamed of an unadulterated need to explore whatever it was that they both clearly felt for each other. It was a look that Sara was sure could be seen in her own eyes at that same moment.

The two girls stood there breathing heavily, their hearts racing fast as they simply breathed each other in in a moment of stillness, the whole world around them going dark. The only thing they could feel in that moment was each other, the only thing that mattered was the touch of their hands on each other, still, but so so intense.

Alex finally took a deep breath before breathing the first words she had spoken that had really made her feel connected to anyone in this way in her recent memory. “Sorry, I cant really put what I’m feeling right now into words, can you?”

Her answer couldn’t have been more clear as she took Alex by the hand and pulled her through the halls and tunnels of the WaveRider to the bunk that she had claimed as her own when she became captain. They entered the room and time felt like it was slowing down around them. Alex gently stepped towards Sara, looking into her eyes and tilting her head as though to ask if this was what she wanted. Sara seemed to understand as she nodded her head slowly, a simple reassurance that she saw Alex needed. Alex took one last look into Sara’s eyes, a deep, lingering look that Sara could feel searing into her soul. In an instant, Alex hungrily presses her lips into Sara’s, walking her backwards until they hit the wall hard. The roles had become reversed, Alex’s hand now pressed into the cool metal wall of the WaveRider, her body pinning Sara’s to the wall.

Their kisses were quick and desperate. Both women needed this, needed each other so deeply in this moment. Alex broke their kiss as she began to move down Sara’s neck, her kisses becoming more delicate, more careful, more tantalizing as Sara caught her breath, leaning into Alex’s mouth.

Alex’s lips danced along Sara’s collarbone before she unzipped her White Canary outfit hastily and began to pull it off her shoulders.

The two women moved gently towards the bed, every kiss, every touch strengthening their raw physical connection.

The rest of the night was one of passion, an equal mix of tenderness and of roughness and of desperation. They didn’t need words to explain that whatever was between them was something so good.

#supergirl #legends of tomorrow #Alex danvers #Sara lance #crisis on earth x #agent canary #Sara x Alex #fanfiction #supergirl fanfiction #lot fanfiction #mine

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goddamnmuses-a · 4 years

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Dan Watches Crisis Part 4&5

Alright so.. Gonan just write some things here in the breaks.. obviously spoilers so.. under le cut.

Because I’m writing these after big chunks of watching i’ll have forgot stuff and im on a time limit before it starts again so.. yeah if i forget to mention stuff it’s me brain farting.

Part 4

Oliver as the Specter is pretty cool

I like the Monitor origin thingy

HOLY SHIT EZRA MILLER WAAAH!!!??? I can’t believe they did this.

Lex, the universe is literally ending, can you maybe make sure it doesnt end before you take it over?

Paragon of Humanity is also pretty good i cant remember his name though, I wanna say Kevin Tran but pretty sure thats his supernatural character :P

Kinda liking the whole going back to previous scenes thing and It’s not like fucking up any timelines because it’s like.. a memory? it’s weird but they’ve vaguely bullshitted enough for me to buy it.

Also I kinda hope Oliver stays the Specter.. not ready for him to be gone for ever.. Also Constantine deals with the Specter from time to time soo fun.

Is it Specter or Spectre ... I wanna say Spectre but Specter feels better to type.

So Lex could just be like “Don’t do it” but instead he’s like “Do it and work for me!”

The Turning.. Yes this is me talking about an advert for a movie now.. Is The Turning just like a horror movie where the Adams Family hire a nanny?

Americans have to deal with so many more ads than the English.. it’s ridiculous.

Still liking Kevin Tran.

Kinda dumb they had to get through to Mar Novu for it to not matter at all

Oliver has major Obiwan vibes

Antimonitor looks cool.

The guys without powers who just punch the ghost things.. idk about how that looks.

Awwh Oliver died :(

Part 5

Merged Earths now?

FFS Lex. I feel like a disappointed Parent.

Merged Earths now! Woop Woop

Marv, you legend. Marv for president.

Imagine if in the Flash movie they play the scene from Part 4.. i’d maybe watch it.

Jon’s the best boy, doing his bit to bring peoples memories back.

Awwh no Dig don’t cry! Nooo. This is not Diggity.

Yo but you know.. maybe Google the spectre.. try both spellings.. just in case?

Yeaaah fuck you Nash you son of a Reverse Flash bitch

Yo Sara, Everyone and not Oliver is better than nobody at all, maybe be a little bit relieved, just a little bit?

Oh fuck it’s Beebo!

I used to have a crush on a girl named Sara but it was pronounced like Sar-ah not Ser-ah... Like Sahara ... it’s hard to explain through text.

Someone needs to go check on Black Lightning and Lucifer and like other Earth people just to check. I’ll watch a whole hour of someone being like “Maybe the Titans are here now?”.. “Nope.. What about Smallville?”...”Nope.. What about..” and so on.

Fuck you Chick Fil A I’m so hungry and you’re not over here.

We stan Rebecca.

The fact they call team ups crossovers is both wonderful and offputting and idk how i feel bout it

Yay Batwoman!

Damn right Beebo is off limits.

Nash, redemption time, work on it.

Remember everyone, Oliver Queen died for our sins.

Nash’s wrist thing reminds me of a pip boy.

Now they’re all on the same earth can we get more weird relationships with characters who were on different earths before.

OH SHIT A GHOUL

oh apparently called shadow demons

OH NO RYAN.. .. You’ll always be Kevin to me.

Kevin Tran is the atom in the comics too because like.. i googled him a while ago.

Microverse trademark issues.. heh.

HOW HAS BARRY NOT SEEN IRIS YET?

They should have had Booster Gold at the start of time just like “Huh so this is what it was like” and then he just leaves.

WTF was that old spice ad?

I just realised theres gonna be so many more notes for this part because like.. it’s the end and i’m having after thoughts from the first part.

I’m also getting rly tired now as it’s 2:39am here. I accidentally wrote 2:£9 then and £ does just kinda look like a backwards 3

Does anyone wanna go to the Daytona 500 with me? You pay for it, and my flight, and my food and hotel and everything else and I’ll show up, maybe... tbh it’s not my kinda thing.. but free holiday!

AND THE SHOWS BACK ON

Loving Jons new look.

Am i going to ship Mick and “Frosty” now?

Yooooo This is for the streets Black Lightnings back!

What if they just pretended to surrender and then shanked him when he wasnt looking.

Also i saw this fight in a behind the scenes thing that i think was leaked

We got a big boy.

So Sara and Kate are gonna fuck at some point right.. or already have in this new earth timeline

Yo where is like.. Cisco and Wally West and Lightning and Thunder and.. c’mooonnnnn crossover.

Tiny Superman is pretty good.

How come there was no Atom crawling up the Antimonitors butthole theory?

So.. Antimonitor shrunk to death.. we all good now?

Clark has sons!?

Diggle has a daugher too.. forgot to question that....

They couldn’t quickly get every single DC actor to do that moments silence?

Ohhh okay so Multiverse still exists and thats the other shows they cant rly crossover

Justice League being formed?

Also cool that green lantern and swamp thing got mentioned at all tbh

... If this is Justice League being formed.. feels weird with no Batman

Mia should really be here for this somehow to actually be the Green Arrow?

WTF IS A GLEEK.. other than a fan of Glee

Just googled what Gleek is and I think it’s a good place to end..

Leaving you.. with this mother fucker. Night!

...Fucking Gleek.

#ooc #dan reacts #crisis spoilers #dan watches #crisis on infinite earths spoilers

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uci-fanfic-requests · 7 years

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Katekyo hitman reborn crossover? I fear how Lambo and Hirahara would play together ahahah (sorry if the request was sent twice, the page crashed the first time :( )

Admin Notes: Oh wow, I’m having flashbacks toReborn! I remember it from so long ago, so I’m sorry if I’m getting a bunch ofdetails wrong. I generally remember the characters, though! –Admin Hirahara

Hirahara was having a really good day in the Living World,and hadn’t quite felt the urge to return home yet despite how late it wasgetting. Although he was technically sent here to be on an escapade for thingsRokkaku needed picked up, he had gotten side tracked going home and somehowwandered into the busy city, having too much fun looking around at the curiousstores lying around.

He was just happening upon a store that sold really tastylooking sweets when he couldn’t help but notice that there was what looked likea small cow holding a giant gun. Which honestly looked too interesting toignore. Upon closer inspection, though, it wasn’t actually a cow, but a personin a cow suit. Still, the purple gun was what interested Hirahara much more.

“You look like Giara,” he blinked, startling the toddler.“Giara has horns, too.”

“Who are you?” The child asked, turning around and lookingangry. “I don’t have time for this, I have to get stronger to beat Reborn!”

“What’s a Reborn?” Hirahara asked, poking the horns of thecow. “Are these real?” The toddler was clearly getting extremely angry, andHirahara couldn’t really understand why. “Are you a cow? Or a person?”

“I’m a person! Of course I’m a person!” The child yelledangrily. “Who are you?! Are you with the Mafia?”

“Ma…fia?” Hirahara tilted his head. He then forgot thequestion and started asking his own. “How do you walk around with that big of agun?” In frustration, and to get rid of the stranger, the toddler pulledsomething out from his afro, which turned out to be a grenade. Immediate panicfilled the area, although Hirahara couldn’t understand what was so scary aboutit. He then learned when it was thrown at him, exploding just before it came incontact with Hirahara.

“Wha-?” Hirahara, surprised, jumped back before he could getcaught in the explosions. “Oh! I’ve seen Saeki with those before! They’recalled… grenades! But Rokkaku-san said that they shouldn’t be used.” Thetoddler was actually more surprised that the person was still standing,unscratched, after he threw a hand bomb at him. That definitely ticked him offeven more.

“I’ll take care of you easily.” The kid then turned the gunto himself, said something like “something something bazooka”, and shot himselfwith it. Hirahara blinked in surprise, thinking that he just offed himself.However, instead, an older kid was standing there in a black suit, the samehorns sticking out of his head.

“Eh?” Hirahara blinked, then grinned. “Whoa! Cool!” He pokedthe new person standing there, although he wasn’t entirely sure it was a newperson. The new kid was still seething with anger from being poked at by thisstranger, and it could be pretty obvious from the sparks coming out of hishorns.

“Stop… doing that!” The kid yelled, his horns practicallysending off electricity. “Elettrico Cornata!” With that, all the charge fromhis horns were blasted straight at Hirahara, the force strong enough to pushthe escort back and knock him over. It was a direct hit, and from the looks ofit, pretty effective. However, after being down for maybe ten seconds,Hirahara, suddenly jumped back up.

“That hurts!” He groaned, rubbing his head. The kid couldn’tbelieve that this guy also survived being struck by lightning, which wassomething he thought only he could do.

“How are you still standing?” The kid asked, clearly gettingupset. Was it him, or did Hirahara start to notice that the kid was crying.“It’s not fair, I should have killed you! I’m an assassin!”

“Eh, well,” Hirahara smiled, clenching his hand into a fist.“I can’t die.” With that, he landed a solid punch at the child’s face, sendinghim flying backwards and into a wall. “Oh, it’s late, better go home!” Theescort then walked away, leaving the damage done while onlookers stared at thescene.

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“Lambo, why do you have a black eye?” Tsuna asked, uponseeing the toddler returning home. “Nana’s been worried about you all day.” Atthe mention of the mark of defeat, Lambo broke down into a whiny fit, cryinghis eyes out. Tsuna did his best not to ask any more questions while thetoddler complained about some stranger in town who apparently defeated him andwalked away without a scratch.

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