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scumbagg · 3 years

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Space Ghost Coast to Coast

A/N: I purely wrote this as Bell instead of Y/N since I can’t bring myself to write Y/N fics 😂

I recently finished MW2 and needed some Ghost food to heal my broken heart after the traumatic betrayal I witnessed. Also maybe a bit of DadPrice! giving a lecture. Here goes nothing..

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem Bell

Word count: 3252

Warnings: smut, injury (gunshot), blood, swearing.

“Eyes up, scouts patrolling up ahead.”

Price’s voice in your earpiece came through at the exact moment the two men appeared in your line of vision 40 metres in front of you.

“Dropped him.”

Aiming your sniper, the guard trailing slightly behind fell to the ground before you’d even had time to place your finger on the trigger. Taking aim at the other man’s head, your rifle made almost no sound as you took him out a second later.

“Nice shot. Move up.”

“Thanks.” You whispered back. You turned back for a moment to the place you knew Price was laying hidden almost 90 metres behind you.

“Move, Bell. We won’t have much time before more patrols come along and find those bodies.” Soap’s whispered voice now, also in your earpiece - but you knew he was somewhere to the right of you hidden in the long grass. You crawled quietly through the grass. You heard the brush whispering slightly either side of you as the bodies of Soap and Ghost moved up to flank with you.

“Hold up, two more tangoes patrolling the fence line.” Price murmured a moment later. “Take ‘em out, or let ‘em move on. Your call Bell”

“No stragglers.” You whispered back. You heard the pops from Ghost’s and Soap’s suppressed guns as they took out the two guards ahead.

“Good call.” Price confirmed. “Can’t see anymore inbound. You’re in the clear. House up ahead is empty. We’ll regroup inside.”

“Roger.”

Standing up, you scanned the area out of precaution for more enemies. Satisfied, you nodded to the other two men to move up. The three of you passed the fence line and had almost made it to the back door of the house when it happened.

You heard it before you felt it. The sound of a pistol being fired in your direction had you spinning to face the direction it came from, when suddenly you felt white hot pain erupt in your left shoulder. Dropping to the ground, the sound was over almost as quickly as it started, but your eyesight went black as you squeezed your eyes shut in pain and gripped your shoulder as blood poured through your fingers.

“Bell!” The scream came from within your earpiece at the same time Ghost shouted your name, making your ear throb in pain. You hardly noticed with the burning coming from your shoulder, but you still flinched.

“What the fuck was that?!” You gritted through your teeth.

“One of the guards back there wasn’t as dead as we thought. He fucking is now. Don’t worry darlin’, you’re gonna be alright.” Ghost pried your hand away from your shoulder and replace them with his own. “Soap, get me the medi-kit from your pack, quick!”

“Darlin’?!” Soap laughed as he handed Ghost the pack. Frowning, he looked down at the two of you.

“He’s taking the piss.. it’s an inside joke.. had to be there.” You said through gritted teeth, glaring into Ghost’s glasses. Ghost said nothing as he worked on stopping the bleeding, but the minimal supplies in the kit weren’t doing much.

“Fuck!” Ghost said in a panicked voice. You were starting to feel drowsy, and the sight of all the blood was making you queasy. You could feel your head starting to spin, threatening to send you into unconsciousness.

“Ghost, she’s gonna be fine. Look, the bullet went straight through.” Soap said calmly, pointing at the bullet lodged in the brick in the wall just behind where you’d been standing. “It’s a clean wound, it’ll just need stitches.”

“Fine. We’ve gotta get her back ASAP. I’ll take her, you and Price grab the intel.”

“No, I’ll take her.” Price came into view, rifle slung over his back. “You’re the one that’s better with technology, you’ll get the intel quicker from the computer. Someone’s bound to have heard those gunshots, we’re sure to have company soon. C’mon Bell.” Price hoisted you up under your uninjured arm, replacing Ghost’s hands with one of his. Stumbling, you gripped Price’s arm for support. Looking over at Ghost, you noticed his eyes tighten behind his sunglasses, but he nodded in assent.

“Let’s get moving,” Price commanded, nodding at the other two. “Soap, Ghost, I’ll send for another chopper to pick you up. See you boys at home.”

*****

Fourteen stitches and a bandaged shoulder later, the infirmary staff finally let you leave. Pushing open the exit door to the outside, you found Price leaning against a jeep waiting for you.

“What are you still doing here?” You asked suspiciously.

“Thought I’d give you a ride home. It’s a bit of a far walk and I assumed you’d be too hopped up on pain killers to drive yourself.” He replied, opening the passenger door courteously.

“Oh… thanks.” You said, taken aback by the display of kindness. It’s not that Captain Price was unkind; he’d just never shown any outward kindness outside of the field. You were surprised that he’d thought to even come back for you.

The two of you drove in silence for a few moments, before the question you were burning to ask broke its way out of your control.

“Did the other two make it back okay?” You tried to sound casual, but your insides were turning with worry.

“Yeah, they got back about an hour ago, no issues.” Price answered, concentrating on the road.

“And the intel?”

‘Acquired.” Price gruffed.

“Hmm, very good.” You stared straight ahead, watching the sun settle in the west. This was the first time in a non-formal environment you’d ever spent a moment alone with the Captain, and you weren’t sure how to make small talk with him. You sat in silence as Price drove you through the city. You wondered how he knew where you lived when it occurred to you that being a member of his team, he’d know where everyone lived. Not that you spent much time in your own house these nights. You thought back to a few nights ago...

The sound of Price clearing his throat awkwardly pulled you out of your reverie. Looking over at him, you watched as he shifted in his seat and waited for him to speak.

“What is it?”

Price sighed. “Look, I really don’t want to have this conversation. But I’ve told him the same thing I’m telling you now. This is one of the best task forces I’ve ever worked with, and I don’t want anything fucking that up. Understood?”

You felt your calm composure slip through the cracks as your eyes widened in panic. You glanced over to see him still staring straight ahead, his mouth set in a hard line.

“Wait, you know about-”

“Of course I fucking know.” Price snapped, watching you out of the corner of his eyes. Shit, so maybe he did know where you actually slept after all. “I know everything that goes on in my team. Look,” he said calmly. “I don’t give a fuck what you get up to in your spare time. It’s like I told him, I’m not going to report it. It’s not been an issue yet. Just don’t let it affect you on the job.”

“I haven’t! I’ve been so careful about trying to keep it professional while we’re on a mission!” Your heart raced at the fact you had been caught out.

“I know you have, Bell. But that man is head over heels for you, in case you hadn’t realised. I’m concerned he’ll let his feelings for you get in the way of the job. Look at today – he’s the best man on our team for tech, and he was willing to throw the whole job, just out of pure panic for you.” Price sighed again. “I’m not sending either of you away. I just needed to remind you of the main reason we are here. If you two can’t handle that, I’ll be forced to find someone to take your place on the team.”

“Does anyone else know?” You asked quietly.

“I don’t think so, but if Simon continues on the way he was today, I doubt it’ll be long until Soap catches on.” Price grimaced, then looked over at you. “Darlin’,” he grinned.

“Ughhh,” you groaned as Price pulled up outside what you now realised wasn’t your house. “I can’t believe he let that slip out.” You unbuckled your seatbelt, careful not to move too much that it pulled at your stitches. Opening your door, you looked back at Price. “Thanks for the ride, I appreciate it.”

Price smiled and nodded in response. “Don’t be too harsh on him about today,” he said, looking over your shoulder as you heard the front door open behind you. You closed the door and waved as the jeep drove away.

*****

All your anxiety from the conversation with Price suddenly turned to irritation as you turned to face the man in the doorway. You stormed towards him, your uninjured shoulder hitting his lower abdomen as you barged your way past him into the hallway.

“Bell-” he began.

“Get out of my way, Simon. I need a fucking shower.” You snapped irritably.

“Here, let me help-”

“No.”

“Bell!” Simon pleaded.

“What the fuck was that today?!” You snarled. “You might as well just fucking announce to the whole place that we’re together!” You began climbing the stairs towards the bathroom, but stopped halfway there. Staying angry wasn’t one of your strong suits, and seeing him standing pleadingly in the hallway washed away your irritation. “Look,” you sighed heavily, coming back down the stairs so you were eye level with him. “I just had the lecture of a lifetime from Price. I can’t lose what we have here Simon, and he warned if we couldn’t keep it professional out there, then one of us would be replaced.” You stepped towards him, reaching for him in both apology and forgiveness. You placed a hand on his masked jaw, your thumb stroking along his hard cheekbone.

“I’m sorry for today,” he said apologetically, leaning his cheek into your hand. “Seeing you injured and in pain, all that blood… I panicked.”

“It’s okay,” you soothed. Smiling up at him, you smacked his arm playfully. “You’re silly, you know that right. Even I knew it wasn’t bad, and you’ve seen way more injuries than I have. I can’t imagine how you would’ve been if Soap hadn’t been there to pull your head in.”

Simon wrapped his arm around your head, resting his hand at the base of your skull and pulled you in for a hug. You lifted your other arm to place it around his waist and winced. It didn’t go unnoticed.

“How are you feeling anyway, darlin’?” He stepped back to survey you.

“Rubbish. These pain killers are doing their job, but I feel disgusting. I really do need a shower.” You looked over your shoulder towards the bathroom. “I uh... might need a hand actually,” you said awkwardly, wondering how you were going to manage without getting your stitches wet. Surprisingly, this was your first major injury, given your line of work.

“C’mon,” he said, pulling you towards the bathroom.

Simon turned on the shower and helped you undress, helping remove your shoes, pants and underwear, aware of your fresh wound as he carefully pulled the shirt from your arms and over your head. His eyes filled with remorse as they fell on your injured shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, darlin’,” he whispered. “That guy that shot you… that’s the one I took down. I didn’t know he wasn’t dead.” He looked away sadly.

“Hey,” you grabbed his chin gently and turned his head so he was looking you squarely in the eyes. “It’s not your fault. Stop blaming yourself, no one else does. I’m fine.”

“But what if it had been worse? What if that bullet had landed here?” Simon touched your forehead. “Or here,” he said, touching the base of your throat. “What if-”

“Don’t think about it,” you said firmly, pulling his hand from your neck. “Simon, I said I’m fine.” Still holding his hand, you pulled it up to your lips. “There is one thing I am annoyed about, though,” you smirked as you kissed his fingers.

Simon looked at you quizzically. “Why am I the only one naked right now? Surely you’re not gonna shower in your clothes.” You stepped inside the shower, letting the water run over your head, careful to avoid letting it hit your left shoulder.

Simon’s eyes squinted, and you knew he was smirking behind his mask as he removed the rest of his gear and dumped it on the ground next to yours. As always, his mask was the very last thing he removed. No matter how comfortable Simon was with you, and no matter how many times you’d seen him without it, there were certain insecurities that were too deeply ingrained. The last piece of Ghost removed, and only Simon stood in front of you.

Simon stepped in the large shower with you. Grabbing a face washer and pouring body wash on it, he gently helped scrub off the dried blood that had made its way down your torso. He shampooed, conditioned and brushed your hair, knowing you couldn’t lift your arm to wash any dried blood that had knotted in there. Once you were clean, you grabbed the other face wash and carefully, with your good arm, moved it across his chest and abdomen. He watched as you gently made circles on his large shoulders and down his muscular arms.

You wrapped your good arm around the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. “Don’t be too long,” you smiled as you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel.

Walking to the dresser, you pulled out some clothes and attempted to get dressed but you couldn’t pull the shirt over your head. You sighed, and sat on the bed resignedly, still in your towel. You heard the shower stop running, and Simon stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Here,” you beckoned, reaching for him. Simon came to stand in front of you, standing in between your legs. You leaned forward and kissed his stomach, feeling the warm skin beneath your lips raise with goose bumps. You tugged on his arm, pulling him down towards the ground. He knelt, still between your legs, and leaned forward to bury his face in your neck. Almost a whole foot of height difference between the two of you, yet you were the only person who could bring Simon Riley to his knees.

Your good arm snaked its way around his broad back, tracing his spine, down to his hips to the edge of the towel. You heard Simon’s breath quicken, still lightly kissing your neck, when your fingers made their way around to the front of his towel and tugged it loose, letting it fall to the floor.

You lightly brushed your fingers down his stomach and over his navel, until you reached the base of his shaft. You felt Simon’s breath hitch as you gripped it in both hands.

“Bell..” he groaned.

“Mmm?”

He brought his mouth round to yours, kissing you deeply. His mouth trailed back along your jaw to your ear. “Why am I the only one that’s naked?” You felt his smirk against your cheek as he repeated your line back to you.

“Maybe you should fix that,” you whispered back.

Simon wasted no time in removing your towel and throwing it across the other side of the room. You laid back on the bed as he trailed kisses down your chest, taking a nipple in his mouth and thumbing circles around the other. Your hands threaded themselves through his thick hair as you massaged his head. Simon’s hands followed his head as he made his way down your stomach and down your navel, his hands gliding over your hips and massaging up and down your thighs.

You threw your head back and moaned in pleasure as he buried his face between your legs, his mouth sucking and licking at your clit. You gasped as you felt one of Simon’s fingers enter you, then two, and he slowly picked up a rhythm as his mouth and fingers worked in synch. You could feel your walls begin to tighten as you got closer to your orgasm.

“Stop,” you gasped. Simon looked up quickly.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked worriedly.

“Not at all,” you tugged at his arm so he pulled himself so he was hovered above you. “I need you in me right now,” you purred as you pulled his head down, his lips crashing to meet yours.

You reached down and grabbed his length firmly, stroking it. Simon’s eyes glazed over with lust as he moved his head back to your neck. Guiding him, you positioned him at your entrance.

“You sure?” he asked huskily. You knew he was teasing. He knew exactly what you wanted.

“Yes,” you breathed.

You both groaned with pleasure as he entered you, filling and stretching you out. Simon set a slow pace at first, until he was sure you had adjusted to him, then quickened the pace. His hands moved to your waist as he slammed into you, holding you in place so you didn’t move around too much. He pulled your legs over his shoulders and you gripped his forearms, lost in pleasure.

Simon leaned forward and your legs dropped to his waist. He took one of your breasts in his mouth. You moaned in ecstasy as he hit the sweet spot inside of you.

“Simon.. I think I’m gonna-” you gasped.

Still inside of you, Simon pulled you on top of him as he rolled onto his back. “Not yet, you’re not.”

“Owwwww!” You winced as the action pulled tightly at your left shoulder.

“Fuck! Sorry! You okay?” He asked worriedly.

“Yeah,” you moaned as you picked up the pace again. You brought your legs either side of his waist and pulled his hands to your breasts as you lowered yourself onto him, taking him completely. Now in control, you could feel every movement and every angle as you took him deep inside you.

Simon gripped your breasts firmly as he felt your walls begin to tighten. “C’mon, darlin’,” he groaned. “I’m not far off, myself.”

“I’m gonna come,” you whined. You rocked your hips back and forth and threw your head back as your walls clenched around him. You rode your orgasm out, and heard Simon groan as his own orgasm erupted into you. You fell on top of him, exhausted and satisfied.

Simon gently rolled you off him and onto the bed as he got up to get some water. Your eyes followed him, appreciating his finely sculpted body as he walked to the sink in the ensuite, grabbing a glass off the nightstand and filling it with water. He met your eyes as he walked back to the bed.

“What?” He asked bashfully as he handed you the water, aware of his nakedness.

“You’re beautiful,” you smiled drowsily, taking the glass.

Simon chuckled. “Are you sure you’re okay? They must be some strong drugs they gave you.”

“Hmmm... never better” you sighed as you handed the water back to him. Despite what you said, sleep was already pulling you under.

Simon leaned in and kissed your forehead.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

#simon ghost riley #ghost x f reader #ghost x fem bell #ghost modern warfare

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kkusuka · 3 years

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I’m so proud I’ve been here long before 2k💁🏼‍♀️ N E WAY CONGRATSSSSS!!!

Can I have fluff 16 with a twist tho, like “My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see." with Gojou, Fushiguro, Itadori and a fem reader? If 3 characters are way to many you can keep only Gojou. Keep being amazinggg<3

thank you so much!! <3

Gn!Pronouns, but you are implied to be female!

Cw: an itsy bitsy hint of angst, slight confessions, reader panics,

a/n: these were almost criminally fun to write, I love these three so much

Gojou Satoru

Words: 700

You had no idea how a simple piece of paper could make you feel. Awkward, confusion, shock, all from one note that you thought was a bill.

‘Y/n L/n save the date!’ was the last thing you had expected, from your ex-boyfriend nonetheless. The same guy who dated you for a whole three years before telling you over text that it wasn’t going to work out.

Well, the both of you never had a bad relationship after, but you were a severe level of butthurt. But what made you really freeze was the plus one invitation, if you showed up to your ex’s wedding you would look like a loser.

Since you were clearly going, you’d never miss on free food and a chance to have a day off, you needed an outfit and a date. The outfit was pretty easy to figure out, you’d go shopping on the weekend and buy something then.

But someone to go with? You had about three friends whom you knew could not afford any days off and that you just didn't want to take. (at least you had some last resorts) Then, another problem, if they weren’t part of the Jujutsu world it would be harder to explain if you had to abruptly leave, which was a huge possibility this time of year.

With that, your options were cut down to two- Nanami and...Gojou, of all people.

Obviously, you tried, emphasis on tried, Nanami first. But after 24 missed calls and a 15-second conversation where he basically told you to shove it, you were in full-on panic mode. The wedding was in three days and you had to do something about your inevitable loneliness.

You had to get over yourself, the worst Gojo could do was make fun of you or say no. But, he never passes up the opportunity for sweets, just lay on the dessert y/n!

“To what do I owe this sweet phone call Y/n? Confessing your love for yours truly?” his voice laughed through the line. You just had to ask him in a way that would compel him to want to come with you.

“My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see." you blurt not even thinking about the words falling from your lips.

You come to realize your words from the ringing silence in your ears, “I’m sorry I just-”

“I’ll come” he answered, cutting off your apologies. He’ll come, you didn't even have to say anything about sugar or bribe him into coming.

“You’ll come? Really? Why-wait Thank you! It’s on Saturday at 3 pm, we can go together if that makes things better! Thank you so much, you just saved me Gojo! How can I make it up to you!” you were just spouting whatever you could to thank him, listening to his daughter from his side.

“Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with my little Sugar? You can make it up to me by wearing your prettiest little dress so we’ll be the hottest couple at the wedding.” he teased, continuing ranting about how you should match colors to add ‘flare’.

“While we’re there we can start planning our own wedding! Doesn’t that sound fun Sugar!”

Fushiguro Megumi

Words: 700

“What even is that” Megumi’s voice rang through the office hallway. You’d like to know too, you haven’t spoken to anyone from your hometown, save for our family, since you moved away six years ago.

“I’m not totally sure, you want to open it with me?” you question opening the door to your office as he silently follows you in.

Settling the rest of the mail down, you take a closer look at the suspicious envelope noticing the name on the return address. There's no way! Why the hell was your ex sending you things to your official workspace?

“What’s wrong? Is it bad?” Megumi doesn't know what to do, your face went pale and you looked super confused.

“Oh, nothing really. I’m just surprised, it’s from my ex” well now he was frozen, was it a love letter? Why was he sending you stuff, he just hoped that it wasn't bad, you had enough on your plate and you didn’t need more.

Opening the envelope to see flower patterns and script lettering; you know exactly what this letter will be telling you. Just as you suspect a date plastered on the card along with two all familiar names flood your senses.

“He’s getting married!” you couldn't believe it, why would he invite his high school ex to his wedding, it was an odd choice, to say the least.

“That’s cool I guess, anyway I gotta go, have fun,” he murmured leaving the room and letting to wonder if you were even going to show up in the first place, but at the moment you send an email and reserve a spot for yourself and admittedly a plus one that didn’t exist.

You would figure it out in due time!

❍❍❍

You did not figure anything out and the wedding was tomorrow. No one in their right mind would drop everything to come to some random wedding. Your point proved when Itadori explained he had plans to go see a movie marathon with Jumpei that he just couldn’t cancel.

Not even Nobara would spare you some mercy, she and Maki were having a pre-planned girls' day, one that you would be going to if you hadn't agreed to go to some random wedding.

Now you could only pray that Mehgumi felt enough pity that he would go with you. Deciding that a call would be too impersonal and would be easier to say no over, you make your way to his apartment with a box of dumplings that you knew he loved.

“Gumi-chan? Open up please!” you knocked on the door waiting for him to come, him appearing a few seconds later; hair messy in sweatpants and a black tank-top. No- this isn’t about his body, it could be, but you had to get this settled first.

“Uh? Did I miss something? Why are you here?” his questions break you from your stare as you shove the food in his arms, gathering all the courage you could muster.

“These are for you and all you need to do is hear me out, please? I would really like you too!” you beg, watching as he silently commanded for you to continue.

“As you know, my ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see." you kept your head low as you explained to him what had happened, “I really need you to do this for me, I'll give you anything I swear! Just help me this once!”

“Why do you need me?” he mumbled, commanding your attention back onto his face.

“Because it’ll be fun and you need to get out.” ‘and this is my way of asking you out but not asking you at the same time’ goes unsaid.

“Fine, but you have to come to dinner with me the next time my dad asks.” that was it you, ultimatum, an easy one too.

“Deal! Now we have to match or it’ll look stupid, and we have to practice dancing and-”

“Dear Lord, what did I get into”

Itadori Yuji

Words: 600

You’d pinned the invitation above your bed as a constant reminder that you had to do something.

Not that you cared what your ex thought of you at their wedding, but something deep inside wanted to show him that you were happy without him.

And the only way to do that was to shove a hot guy down his throat; better yet, a totally hot guy that was into you. Now all you needed was a hot guy to be into you.

Well, you had a hot guy to go with you. In a desperate plea, you had asked your good friend Itadori, formally known as the vessel of another somewhat friend Sukuna, and he had agreed.

Just thinking about it made you cringe a bit; you had been freaking out and ran to his apartment, drenched in rain.

“My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see," you explained frantically, waving your hands. Watching his face contort into every human emotion you could think of, before spreading into a smile.

“Of course I’ll come with you! It sounds like a blast!” of course Sukuna had a few choice words to say about that, something along the lines of, ‘you're not dragging me to some stupid event because you're lonely! I refuse!”

And he continued to complain throughout the night of planning and the next morning when you told him he was going whether he wanted to or not and he told you he’d rather die.

“This Wench will not dictate my life!” he spoke through a mouth on Yuji’s cheek, eye slit glaring in your direction.

“And I’m not letting some lame demon tell me what I can and can’t do with my friend!” you argued back.

But he didn't have a say anyway.

Now you were standing before a mirror, admiring how your dress wrapped around your body, waiting for Itadori to come to the door.

Hearing the knocks on your door, you grab a small bag and your invitations and your plus one, opening the door to Yuji in a three-piece black suit, staring at you with wide eyes.

“You look great-”

“You look crazy beautiful-”

Both of you freeze at the word mix-up, then breaking into laughter as you loop your arm through his outstretched one.

“Seriously you look great, y/n. You have that guy wishing he’d never let you go! Wait then you wouldn’t be with me, so just make him miss you a bit but not too much!” he stammered out as you continued your way to his car.

“You are the worst two humans in existence.”

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hyenahunt · 2 years

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Bogie Time: Siege Upon the Sacred Citadel - 5

Writer: Akira

Season: Summer

Characters: Mitsuru, Nazuna, Hajime, Tomoya, Ibara, Jun

Proofreading: royalquintet (JP) & Sophie + Skyress (ENG)

Translation: nazunyan427 & hyenahunt & haranami

Hajime: Although... Eichi onii-chan and Ritsu onii-chan are part of the ES Big 3 too and their behavior can be... questionable to say the least...

Location: ESTele Studios (Central TV)

Mitsuru: Hey! What’re you guys dawdlin’ around for? I thought you guys were right behind me, but when I looked back I was all alone! Now I’m lonely!

Nazuna: And whose fault is that for rushing ahead? I know everyone around here might already know you by face, Mitsuru-chin, but the rest of us need to check in at the reception desk before we can go ahead.

Mitsuru: Oh right, got it! You just gotta give your name and reason for visitin’ to the lady at the reception desk! I’ll go first, and show you guys how it’s done!

If there’s no prob, ya get the stamp of approval to head on in!

Hajime: Heheh. You sure are turned up to 100 today, Mitsuru-kun—not that you’re not always like that. ♪ You’re making me feel like I’m being kind of silly for all this worrying about nothing.

Tomoya: Yeah, that’s one of Mitsuru’s strong points. Of course, it’s also one of his weak points, so...

I hope he’s gonna behave himself. He’s not gonna do anything to upset our co-stars, Eden, is he?

Hajime: I feel like Mitsuru-kun’s so charming and lovable that no matter what he does, he’ll end up winning them over.

And the same goes for Eden—I don’t know much about them, but they all seem like wonderful, respectable adults. So I’m sure everything will be just fine.

If any of us slip up, I’m sure they’ll be mature enough to laugh it off and let it slide.

Location: ESTele Studios (Central TV)

Ibara: I’ll never forgive them for this! Jun, take over here for a while!

I need to go give His Excellency, His Highness, and all the staff members involved an earful for changing the plans on the very day they’re being carried out!

Jun: Roger that~ Not that there's any point in kicking up a fuss 'bout it right now, in my opinion — it kinda feels like we don't have a choice in the matter here — hmm?

Oh, everyone from Ra*bits! It's good to see you, we're looking forward to working with you all...!

Hajime: Wah! Agh, um... Yessir! We are gathered here today to, um, oh give us pleasure in the flowers to-day, and give us not to think so far away...[1]

Tomoya: Calm down, Hajime.

It’s an honor to be working with you all today. We're Ra*bits, and we'll be your co-stars for today!

We don’t have much experience with variety shows, so we’re relying on your expertises! Thank you so much for this opportunity!

Mitsuru: What he said! ☆

Jun: Right, gotcha. Never mind us from Eve, but Adam's a newbie to variety shows too, so they're fellow beginners alongside you.

Let's learn from and encourage each other on, so we can make this show a great success all together ♪

Hajime: (Wow... I thought Eden’s Sazanami-senpai seemed kind of scary at first, but he’s actually really pleasant and well-mannered!

I should’ve expected as much from one of the ES Big 3—every one of them is bound to be well put together.

Although... Eichi onii-chan and Ritsu onii-chan are part of the ES Big 3 too and their behavior can be... questionable to say the least...

No, I’m sure they present themselves as proper adults whenever they’re on set. Yeah, for sure.)

Nazuna: Still...um, Sazanami—is it okay for me to call you that?

Jun: Of course. You're the one with more seniority, I believe. Since we're gonna be co-stars in the show, it's better not to be so formal with each other, yeah?

Nazuna: Thanks, that’s a big help... Anyway, I’ve got a few concerns—mind if I ask you about them?

Jun: Please ask away, and I'll answer whatever I can.

Nazuna: Thanks. Well, one of those concerns is about the guy who stormed out of the dressing room just now—was that Saegusa?

What’s up with him? He seems pretty mad about something.

Jun: Hmm~ You mean how oddly annoyed he is about this whole thing, huh~ You see, he doesn't like variety shows in the first place, so he's not very enthusiastic about having to do this.

All the same, it looked like he decided he'd make the most of this anyway, even if he wasn't so into it, but...

It seems like it isn't quite working out for him, so his frustration's at its boiling point right now.

Nazuna: I see... The older two in Eden— the former fine lot—don’t seem to be here. Does it have something to do with that?

Jun: I wonder about that. It kinda feels like those two have been sneaking around in the shadows and plotting with the project management on some kinda scheme.

I dunno any of the details, though, so I can't be all that sure of it~

Our group's kinda gone all over the place and I'm real sorry about that... We're not usually like this.

Nazuna: Oh? But didn’t you guys have a big fight during that Conquest event a while back?

Jun: Well, about that... That's the kind of story we had going, but it was really all just a show we put on, see? In actual truth we get along almost annoyingly well — especially our two seniors.

Nazuna: Hmm... I suppose, the whole time back when they were part of fine Tomoe and Ran seemed to really cling together. They were even hailed as the two stars who came in a set.

Jun: Ahh, Nito...senpai, you're from Yumenosaki, aren't you. So you knew those two from their old days in fine?

Nazuna: Yeah. Not that I was close to them or anything—quite frankly I considered all of them my enemies.

Though I assume they were probably taken advantage of by that bastard Tenshouin, so I don’t really hold that much of a grudge against Tomoe or Ran.

Anyway, moving on. My last question is... what’s up with the dog?

Hajime: Oh, I was curious about that too! I thought it might be a plush animal, but it seems to be moving around of its own accord.

Is it a real doggy?

I feel like I’ve seen it before around the gardens of the Starmony dorms—does it belong to you, Sazanami-senpai?

Jun: Oh, um, rather than just mine — she's more like Ohii-san's and my little girl.

They said that since it might be nice for her to have a role on the show, they'd make a special exception and let us bring her into the TV station.

Thanks to how she grew up she's a little timid, so if we left her somewhere with lots of other dogs she'd get all stressed out and under the weather.

So I figured I'd just hold her in my arms like this 'til it's my turn on-stage to keep her calm and comfortable... or something.

I haven't changed into our actual performance outfit just yet, so it's no sweat if I get fur all over my clothes.

Jun: ...Whoops. Have you been feeling all left out of the convo this whole time? Aren't you a lil' pampered pup.

There, there~ I love you lots, so please relax, Mary ♪

Hajime: Heheh. So her name’s Mary-chan?

Daikichi-chan is all soft and roly-poly and adorable, but this girl’s so tiny and delicate and just lovely! ♪

Jun: Well, she is Ohii-san's little girl, so she's a right princess herself. ...If you'd like, wanna try petting her?

Hajime: Huh? Akehoshi-senpai really loves dogs, so I’m really trying to grow fonder of them myself, but...

For some reason, when I go to pet them they start to growl at me like I’ve frightened them.

Jun: That's because you're afraid of them, yeah? When dogs sense that, they get all on their guard themselves, see.

She doesn't bite, so please don't be scared. Go on and give her a simple lil' pat.

Hajime: A-Alright! Don’t mind if I do!

Wah, oh gosh! Her fur feels so silky and smooth! Tomoya-kun~♪

Tomoya: Wait, why’d you call out to me just now? Is exclaiming Tomoya-kun with a big smile on your face your equivalent of Hibiki-senpai yelling “Amazing!” whenever he’s excited?

Mitsuru: Wahaha! I don’t really know what’s goin’ on but there’s a great atmosphere in here! Right, Nii-chan? ♪

Nazuna: Yeah. Now that you mention it, things seem to be going a lot more peacefully than I thought they would.

(... I was pretty worried when I heard that those two former fine members would be our co-stars.

But at least the younger ones seem to be able to get along without any fuss.

Thank goodness; that’s a huge relief. Though I suppose nothing’s even started yet, so it’s still a little touch and go.)

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In the Japanese text, Hajime is so flustered about meeting Jun that he greets him with a phrase that you’d generally use before starting a speech at some sort of ceremony, such as a wedding. He then goes on to quote a line from “The Pillow Book”, a Japanese text full of essays, anecdotes, poems. Here I’ve chosen to localize it as him quoting the poem “A Prayer in Spring” by Robert Frost.

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davidlikesguys02 · 3 years

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On A Very Special Episode...

M/n= Male name

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GIF not mine also just Imagine that's you and Vision.

You're pacing around the living room rocking Tommy “Sweet, sweet Tommy, don't you wanna sleep? Daddy wants to sleep.” you sigh “if you go to sleep, I promise you will be my favorite twin.” behind you Vision is coming down the stairs “oh, come on now, darling. You know we love them both equally.” “Well, don't tell him that” Vision chuckles. “No luck with Billy”

“Tried reading to him, but for some reason, Charles Darwin’s the descent of man made him crying even harder. Oh. care to dance, darling?” “oh” you both chuckle. “It's almost like we're on a date.” “mm! Keep it down, lads, I was about to get my leg over.” you chuckle. “Vis?” “Hmm” “would you mind grabbing their binkies?” “Oh of course not. Binkies all round, I think” you and Vision set the twins down in their cribs.

Vision walks towards the kitchen “Now, I know parents aren't supposed to take shortcuts, but I think this situation calls for one, don't you?” the babies continue crying “so, go to sleep, my babies.” you move your hand but nothing happens “and go to sleep” you try again. The twins begin giggling “well, I don't think its very funny. Why won't you do what I want?”

“What's that, dear?” the babies start to cry again, you turn to see Vision has the binkies in his ears “that is not where those go” you grab the binkies and clean them “noise cancellation is not their primary function?” you put the binkies on the babies mouth and they stop crying “look, I think it's..” the twins shoot them out and start crying again.

“Vis?” “Mm” “what are we doing wrong?” “Oh don't worry dear.” Vision kisses your forehead “well figure it out. Perhaps we all need more time to get to know one another.” “maybe. Or maybe we just need some help.” the doorbell rings. “Oh” Vision walks over to the sofa and grabs a pillow to cover himself. “Hiya, kids” Agnes entered through the door.

“Oh, Agnes!” “Agnes, I was just fluffing this pillow. With my face” “oh, I was on my way to Jazzercise when i heard your new little bundles of joy were on a sleep strike.” “oh? Who told you that?” Vision asked, “uh, my ears.” Agnes chuckles, “Anyway, Auntie Agnes is here and I've got a couple of tricks up my sleeve?” “oh Agnes you're a lifesaver.” “aw”

“Very well. But be careful of their belly buttons and remember to support their heads, and when was the last time you washed... Actually, you know what? It would be... Just... Maybe we better not.” the babies continue to cry, Agnes turns to you “um...uh… Do you want me to take that again?” you turn to look at Vision and turn back to look at Agnes “uh… I'm sorry?” “You want me to hold the babies. Should we just take it from the top?”

Vision chuckles awkwardly “what?” you chuckle “oh don't be silly. Vision, lets… let's let Agnes give it a try.” you chuckle nervously “fussy babies, meet buns of steel. We dare you to stay awake” Agnes and you both chuckle. “M/n” Vision motions for you to follow him “what was that about?” “what was what?” “what was what? That, that with Agnes just now.” you turn to look at Agnes and see that she's rocking the twins

“Well, I think she just got confused for a moment. She seems fine now.” you turn back to look at Vision “but what she said, the way she looked at you?” “how did she look at me?” “well, I dint… oh.” you turn back to look at Agnes she was spraying something over the twins “Lavender. It's supposed to have a calming effect. Ralph sprays it on me every night. But there's no taming this tiger..” she chuckles “it's so strange”

You start to whisper “that's not fair. It's not Agnes fault that she has an unusually high libido” “M/n did you really not see what I saw?” there's a thud behind you two “oh. Don't mind me. I'm just looking for your dark liquor.” “what?” “not for me. For the twins. What kind of babysitter do you think I am? I'm just gonna go and check in there”

You turn to Vision “Vision, the boys haven't slept in days. You and I both need a break and Agnes is just being neighborly, that's all.” the twin’s stopped crying “do you hear that?” “hear that?” “absolutely nothing” you gasp, Vision takes your hand and you two walk over to the cribs, “they finally fell asleep” “they're empty” “then where are the twins” “dad?, daddy?” you gasp “huh”

Agnes sighs “kids” she chuckles “you can't control em. No matter how hard you try” “well, hi” “hi” both you and Vision say “how are you doing, baby?” “aw”

You wander the world with a vision Of what life could be But then the years come and teach you To just wait and see Forces may try to pull us apart But nothing can phase me If you're in my heart Crossing our fingers, singing a song We're making it up as we go along Through the highs and the lows We'll be right, we'll be wrong We're making it up as we go along And there will be days We won't know which way to go But we'll take it higher You're all I desire When the going gets tough When push comes to shove We're making it up 'Cause we got love We got love We got love We got love Baby, we got... M/nVision

You walk around your house looking for Tommy and Billy. “Tommy, Billy?” you walk through the door and see Tommy and Billy standing in the kitchen “you know, I don't miss the crying, but jeez Louise, did you have to learn to walk? You two never stay put. Unless you're innocently forming a human wall in front of the kitchen sink.” someone sneezes “bless you” “Thank you” both Tommy and Billy say.

There's a soft bark “now tell me which one of you just barked? Scoot'' you gasp “oh, boy. waiter , what's this canine doing in my kitchen sink?” you turn to look at the twins “the doggy paddle?” “Can we keep him, daddy?” “Well, I'm sure his owners miss him very much. Come on.” you grab a towel and grab the dog and start to dry them “huh. There really is no collar?” “Can we keep him?”

“He was outside. Crying, alone.” “Now, boys, taking care of a living thing is a big responsibility. Dogs need food, exercise, training, belly rubs, and cuddles. And kisses between their little ears.” “morning, M/n. morning, boys.” you show Vision the dog “Good morning, unfamiliar wet animal.” you chuckle “who is this?” “we're not quite sure. Why so formal, honey?”

“Oh, it's just a precaution really. I had a hunch someone might pop over.” the back door opens and Agnes walks through “hi, kiddos” “with exactly the item we require” “my kitchen window told me someone got a new pooch.” the dog starts barking “did you name him yet?” the dog starts sniffing an outlet “how about sniffy” “oh” Agnes chuckles. Sparks start to come from the outlet causing the dog to yelp and run away. “How about sparky?”

You chuckle and hold out your hand “well, should we make it official?” you move your hand and a dog collar appears tommy takes the collar from you. “M/n” “hmm” “Agnes was right there!” “Well, she didn't notice. She didn't even notice when the boys went from babies to five-year-old's” “that's not what we agreed upon. You made no effort to conceal your abilities.”

“Well, I'm tired of hiding, Vis. and maybe you don't have to either.” you take your hand and start to crease his cheek “M/n, we are usually so much of the same mind. But right now… what aren't you telling me?” “so, is sparky our dog, daddy?” Tommy asks Vision “what?” Sparky starts to whimper.

“Boys, your father and I don't think you're ready to properly care for an animal until you're at least…” you turn to Vision “Ten” he coughs “Ten” “ten years old” you show them 10 fingers. The twins look at each other and smile “wait, now hang on there a minute…” “wait, no, no, no.” “...you young whippersnappers.” “no, no, no” you gasp as the twins age up. “Lets just hope this dog stays the same size.” Agnes chuckles “woof, woof”

You're in the living room with Tommy sitting next to you on the sofa “sit, Sparky. Now spin. Good boy” “oh bravo, Billy you weren't so bad either, Sparky” you and Tommy both clap “that's was radical. Where's dad? We gotta go show dad!” Tommy got up and walked towards the kitchen Billy followed behind him. “Oh, hes… hes at work” “huh?” “It's Saturday” the twins turn to look at you “no, it's not. It's Monday” “this morning was Saturday.”

“There was an emergency at the office and your father had to go in. end of story. look , he just… he needed a distraction.” “from what?” “from us?” “no! No way! No” you get up from the sofa and walk over to them “sometimes” you start to walk them over to the sofa so you can sit “your dad and I aren't on the same page, but that's just temporary. Like the two of you, you might fight over toys, but he's always going to be your brother. And he is always going to be yours. Because family is forever.”

“Do you have a brother dad?” “I do. Yeah he's far away from here. And it makes me sad sometimes.” Sparky begins to bark and he runs toward the door. “Hey , sparky, what's up boy?” sparky begins to growl “something scaring him” “stay here” you tell the twins and walk outside. You see a drone and you can hear a voice “M/n this is captain Monica Rambeau. Can you hear me? I just want to talk. That's it.” you look up at the drone and your eyes begin to glow red.

You use your powers to take the drone down and you grab it and start walking towards the outskirts of Westview. You can see the force field you put around the town and start to walk through it. You come out on the other side to see a camp of some sorts. “Is this yours?” you throw the drone at Haywards feet, you can still see your powers covering the drone. They have men and women armed around pointing their guns at you.

“The missile was just a precaution. You can hardly blame us. M/n” “oh, I think I can. This will be your only warning. Stay out of my home.” “I wish it could be that simple. You've taken an entire town hostage.” “Well, I'm not the one with the guns, Director.” “but you are the one in control.” “you're still here?” you start to see the red ball of energy around your hand.

“M/n, I didn't know the drones were armed. But you know that, don't you?” she begins to walk towards you “A town full of civilians. And you, a telepath, brought a S.W.O.R.D. Agent into your home. You trusted me to help deliver your babies. On some level, M/n, you know I am an ally. I wanna help you.” “how? What could you possibly have to offer me?”

“What do you want?” “I have what I want and no one” you look at Hayward “will ever take it from me again” you raise your arm and see the familiar red glow around the armed men. They all turn their guns at Hayward and you start to walk away. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa stand down!” “M/n” “Stand down”

you use your powers to change the force field you put around making it glow red you turn around one last time and walk through again.

“Sparky! Come on boy!” “sparky, sparky” you're walking around with the twins looking for sparky. “hey , what's the trouble little dudes?” “we can't find our dog” “ah, don't worry. He's sure to turn up. Your dad wont let him get far. Sir.” “I don't know where he could've gone” you tell the twins “here, boy, Sparky! Sparky!” you hear some rustling near some bushes “Sparky”

Agnes pops up holding something that appears to be wrapped “sparky”. Agnes sighs “I… I didn't wanna come until id wrapped him up.” “What happened to him?” you ask “found him in my azalea bushes. Don't know how many leaves he ate. I didn’t find him until it was too late. Oh…. Tommy. Billy, I'm so sorry.” you turn to look at the twins and see them looking at each other and nodding.

“Wait. Don't. Don’t” they look at you “don't what?” “don't age yourselves up. The urge to run from this feeling is powerful. I know.” “It's too sad” “you can fix anything, Dad. fix the dead.” “what? no” “you can do that?” you turn to look at Agnes and turn back to the twins “I am trying to tell you that there are rules in life, okay? We can't rush aging just because it's convenient.” you chuckle “And we can't reverse death. No matter how sad it makes us. Okay? Some things are forever.”

You can hear Agnes sigh behind you “you said family is forever.” “He is family. Bring him back, dad” “bring who back?” Vision looks over at Agnes “oh, boys. Come here” the twins walk over and hug Vision. Later you are picking up some toys and you turn to see Vision walk through the back door. “How are the boys?”

“A little heartbroken, but they'll be alright” “well, it's not often you get a dog and bury them the same day.” “Well, life moves pretty fast out in the suburbs.” you grab the basket of toys and take it over to the counter “I spoke with Norm” “Oh?” you look over at him confused. “I unearthed the man's suppressed personality and spoke to him free of your oversight. He was in pain, M/n”

“Vision…” you chuckle softly “listen, can we just…” “what? Watch tv? Turn in for the night so you can change everything over again? No, M/n. you can't control me the way you do to them” you look at him “Can’t I? I'm going to bed” “no! We're not done here. What is the Maximoff Anomaly?”

“The what?” “I have to believe that this, whatever this is, was subconsciousness at first and you only recently became aware of it.” “aware of what?” you walk out of the kitchen “Norm has a family, M/n” “he has a family, and he can't reach them because you won't let him reach them!” “I don't know what you're talking about” you turn to look at him. “Stop lying to me!” Vision begins to float.

The familiar red glow around your hand appears and you begin to float in front of him “This, all of this is for us. So let me handle it.” “What is outside of Westview?” “you don't wanna know, i promise you.” “you don't get to make that choice for me M/n” he points at you “you've never talked to me like this before” you start to slowly fall back to the ground.

“Before what?” Vision raises his Voice “before what? I can't remember my life before Westview. I don't know who I am! I'm scared!” you look up at him “you are my husband, you are Tommy and Billy’s father. Isn't that enough.” Vision slowly comes down “M/n, why are there no other children in Westview.” you walk over to the sofa and sit down “oh, god. There are just stop it.”

“No. no. the playground stands empty every morning I walk to work. Why? Tell me why?” “ Do you really think that I am controlling everything? That I am somehow in charge of everybody in Westview? I'm walking their dogs, mowing their lawns, getting them to dentist appointments on time? I mean, I…” you chuckle dryly ”I don't know how any of this started in the first place.”

“M/n, what you're doing here, it's wrong” he walks around and kneels in front of you “I…” “It's wrong” the doorbell rings, getting the attention of you and Vision “I didn't do that. I… you don't believe me.” “M/n, i want to, but at this point, I'm ignoring statistics entirely.” the doorbell rings a second time you get up and walk over to the door. You open the door, and are shocked “M/n who is this?”

“Long lost bro gets to squeeze his stinking brother to death or what?” “Pietro?” he nods, he opens his arms and you and hug him “who's the popsicle?” he points and Vision.

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redhoodssweetheart · 3 years

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Our Growing Family

Series: With All My Love

Pairing: Alpha!Jason Todd x Omega!Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes (Requests for this series are currently open along with a few other series I am working on, all other requests however are CLOSED.)

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Fluff, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, pregnancy.

Description: Jason is away when you find out that you’re pregnant with your first child.

A/N: Please note this series is written out of order as it is a bunch of one-shots. The order they should be read in can be found on my masterlist. Requests for this series and a few others are open, there is a pinned post on my page telling you which ones those are.

Nat had come for a visit when Jason was away for a few days to help Dick with something in Blüdhaven. He called you every night that he was gone making sure you were okay. Being away from one another was hard, but the phone calls helped. It made him feel a little closer when he wasn’t near. Nat knew how hard it was to be away from your alpha and came to stay with you.

Steve was in the city as well, but he promised to let the two of you have girls’ time together. Natasha would spend dinners with him, but the rest of the time was dedicated to you and making sure you were okay. Their two children were currently with another friend of Steve and Natasha’s giving the two of them time away from their duties as parents.

This morning as she was making breakfast you were suddenly turned off by the smell of the food. You weren’t sure what it was, but there was something that had your stomach rolling and you rushed to the bathroom and collapsed in front of the toilet.

Natasha was there in an instant making sure you were okay and you didn’t need anything from her. “Y/N, do you need a doctor? What’s going on?”

You slumped against the wall and fought off another wave of nausea. “I have no idea,” you told her weakly. “That sensation just came out of nowhere.”

Natasha studied you for a moment and then her eyes widened with realization, “Is there anyway that you could be pregnant?”

You sat frozen, your nausea forgotten for the moment. Could you be pregnant? It had been nearly a month since your last heat and you weren’t on birth control. “I… I might be,” you told her, your heart picking up speed. “It’s been a month since my heat and it would make sense.” You scrubbed your face with your hands. “Oh my God, Nat. Am I pregnant?”

The thought scared and excited you at the same time. Were you and Jason ready to become parents? Could you be a good mother to the possible child growing inside you?

Nat saw the nerves written all over your face, “Hey, hey calm down. Let’s panic after we figure out if you’re pregnant. I’ll call Steve and tell him to pick us up a test and we’ll go from there.”

Twenty minutes later Steve was entering your apartment with a bag filled with different tests, “I figured we could try different ones and see what the results are.”

Natasha kissed his cheek and told him what a smart alpha he was, which made Steve preen. It made your heart ache for Jason. He should be here. But then the thought of surprising him once he was home made you feel even more excited.

Snatching the tests out of Steve’s hands you hurried to the bathroom to try the first one. The three of you waited for the results to come in, you paced back and forth nervously. When the timer on Steve’s phone went off you looked at the test, your breath catching in your throat. “Wait is it?” Natasha asked calmly.

“It says I’m pregnant,” you told her.

She squealed, “I knew it!”

Steve patted her shoulder, “She should still take the other tests and see what they say.”

And that was how your day went. Every time you had to pee you would take a test. Out of the seven tests that Steve had picked up only two had been negative. You would still need a doctor to tell you for sure if you were, but at this point it was merely a formality.

Jason called an hour after you had taken your last test. “Hey sweetheart,” he sounded tired.

“Alpha are you taking proper care of yourself?” You questioned, your brows furrowing with concern. “Don’t make me come over there.”

He chuckled, “My tough omega gonna come do my job for me, huh?”

“Yes,” you said sternly. “I need you still so if you get hurt I’m gonna have to hurt Dick for it.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart I’ll be home tomorrow. We finally caught the guy.”

You beamed, “Really?”

“Really,” he said. “Enough about me, tell me about your day.”

You bit your lip as you tried to fight back the smile, “I have a surprise for you when you get home.”

“Oh yeah?” You could hear the curiosity in his voice. “What is it?”

“Now what kind of surprise would it be if I told you?” You questioned. “You’re just gonna have to wait.”

He practically whined at your words, “But sweetheart.”

“No buts, Alpha,” you added the alpha to hopefully placate him some. “You’re just gonna have to wait until you get home.”

You heard shuffling on the other end of the phone, “All right, then I’ll be home in a few hours.”

“Jason! Don’t you dare!” You chastised. “You need sleep.”

“I don’t need sleep, I need answers,” he quoted from The Big Bang Theory.

“Jason--” You were about to tell him not to come when he interrupted by saying, “Gotta go, long drive ahead of me. Get some rest before I get home.”

Then the line went dead and you just stared at your phone. Of course he wasn’t going to wait until tomorrow to get home.

You managed to get a few hours worth of sleep before you felt Jason slip into bed behind you and wrap his arms around you. His comforting scent surrounded you and for a moment you forgot that you were supposed to be mad at him. Then it hit you like a truck that a tired Jason had driven all the way home because he couldn’t wait to find out what his surprise was.

“Jason Peter Todd,” you snapped as you sat up and glared down at your mate and husband. He was giving you a lazy grin and you noticed a few cuts on his face. “You stubborn, stubborn man.”

He sat up and his lips brushed against your neck. He was trying to butter you up so you wouldn’t be as mad at him. “I just had to see you, sweetheart. I was already going crazy being so far away, then you dangled a surprise in front of me? I couldn’t take it anymore.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, “You were tired and could have gotten hurt.”

“I was fine,” he said. “I’ve done more dangerous things before.” At your horrified expression he frantically amended, “Before we met!”

You frowned and he wanted to kiss you and try to make it go away, “You have to be careful, Alpha.” You lightly placed your hand against his cheek and stared deeply into his eyes. “For the three of us.”

“Well of course I’ll be careful, sweetheart. You know I only take risks when necessary and I’ll always be there for you.” You wanted to chuckle, your words had gone right over his head. “And you know I’ll always be there--” He paused and his eyes widened, “Wait did you just say the three of us?”

You nodded your head, “I’m pregnant, Jay.”

So many emotions flitted across his face, pride, joy, concern, love. “You’re… you’re pregnant?” You nodded your head again. “We’re gonna have a kid?” Another nod. “I’m gonna be a dad?” This time you laughed and he pulled you into his arms and kissed you soundly. “I’m gonna be a dad!”

“You’re gonna be a great dad, Alpha,” you purred as you placed a kiss on his mating gland. “I still need to confirm it with a doctor, but Steve bought a ton of tests and only two of them were negative so I’m ninety-nine point nine-nine percent sure I’m pregnant.”

One of his hands moved to cover the area where your baby was currently growing and you could see his eyes shining with unshed tears, “I love you, Y/N.” He bent forward and kissed your stomach, “And I love you too, little one.”

“We love you too, Jason,” you whispered before kissing him again.

The two of you spent the rest of the night curled up together thinking over names and how to tell his friends and family. You knew Bruce was gonna get emotional, this was his first grandkid after all. The boys were gonna spoil this kid rotten and you would never have to worry if you’d have someone to babysit. You fell asleep still wrapped in Jason’s arms as he continued to talk about all the things he couldn’t wait to do with your future child.

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kissinginkitchens · 3 years

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You Bring Me Home—Chapter Ten: When it Rains

a/n: hi besties!! This one is... tough I’m ngl to y’all. It is the second to the last chapter which is so wild to think about, but alas all good things must come to an end. Hopefully you don’t hate me too much by the end of it but feel free to vent in my inbox :))) much love, Mel <3

Pairing: Hawai’i!Harry x Original Character (Halani <3)

Warnings: swearing, some suggestive humor, ANGST (!!)

Word Count: 7.4 k

catch up on parts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine

“Is that my shirt?”

“No,”

Alani squints at the cartoon bee printed on Harry’s white t-shirt and crosses her arms in disbelief.

“Yes it is! I’ve been looking for it everywhere,”

“Don’t worry, you can have it back soon,” he admits, crawling back into his bed with an apologetic kiss to her pouting lips. “Doesn’t smell like you anymore,”

“Thief,”

Harry scoffs and props himself up on an elbow. “Don’t act like my Spice World jumper isn’t hanging at the foot of your bed right now,”

“You left it there,” Alani defends. “I was merely being kind and looking after said hoodie because it was abandoned by its owner,”

“Oh yeah and you’ve fought real hard to reunite us,”

“Can we get back to the main issue at hand? Which is that I’m kinda pissed off that you look better in that shirt than I do.”

Harry chuckles to himself and presses an affectionate kiss to her temple. “You’re too kind.”

Alani rests her cheek against his chest and listens to the rain pattering harshly against the window, admiring the flashes of lightning that illuminate the dimly lit room. Harry had convinced her to stay the night, worried about her driving home alone in the storm, and he was met with very little resistance. Secretly, he thanks the rain gods for allowing him another night to hold her close.

********

“H, you gotta tell her,” Jeff had warned the previous night. “I already pushed the flight back a week—”

“I know,” Harry huffed. “I just need a little more time.”

Jeff sighed, rubbing his tired eyes with the heels of his hands. “You have until this weekend when we go away with the girls. One week in Maui, and then it’s back home. I’m sorry.”

********

Harry’s stomach turns remembering the conversation, but he decides to push all the nagging thoughts to the back of his mind and focus on the present.

“You all packed?” he asks, trailing his fingers up and down her arm.

Alani drapes her leg over his hip and nods. “Been packed since last week.”

She had been ecstatic the day after Mila and Chad’s wedding when Harry invited her to tag along on the couple’s trip with Jeff, Tom, and their significant others. His eagerness to include her in his friend group was not only reassuring, but exciting. It felt like their lives were coming together, even more so after she had introduced him to her parents. They, of course, had adored him and quickly given their seal of approval. While Alani knew that it was ultimately her choice, it still felt good to have support from the most important people in her life, and she hoped to win his friends over just as easily. Harry, on the other hand, had no doubts that she would fit right into his chosen family. Her name had been cautiously dropped during a weekly FaceTime call with his mother and sister, and he was overjoyed when they enthusiastically grilled him for details.

What Harry was less sure of, however, was how Alani would react upon hearing that his vacation was up and that he would be headed back to L.A. in a week’s time. It was still early in their relationship and an indeterminate break seemed less than ideal. He had tried to convince both Jeff and the label that he could finish the album in Hawaii, but the same couldn’t be said for Jeff Bhasker, Mitch, Tom, and his new bassist, Adam, who all had families waiting for them back on the mainland. It was too risky personally and financially, so Harry reluctantly negotiated one last week to persuade Alani that a long-distance relationship wouldn’t be a death sentence.

“What d’you wanna watch?” he asks, sitting up against the headboard to turn on the T.V.

Alani sighs and settles deeper into his side. “When Harry Met Sally,”

“But it’s not Christmas or New Year’s,”

“So?”

“So,” Harry explains. “We have to wait ‘til the holidays, wouldn’t be right otherwise,”

Alani scoffs and peers up at him with a judgemental look. “So I guess Serendipity is also out of the question?”

“We’ll have all Christmas to get through that list, darlin’,”

Her stomach flips at his suggestion of their future holiday plans. Privately, she had wondered about such things, as well, including what gifts she might get him or where they would spend the holidays. Though still months away, it suddenly felt within reach.

“Fine,” Alani softens. “The Notebook,”

“And let you drool over what’s-his-face?” Harry pokes. “No fuckin’ way,”

Alani pinches his side and sits up. “Would you stop being insecure about that? I’ve already told you I was just kidding that time,”

“Yeah well, it still stings,”

“Why don’t you tell me your celebrity crush? You know, so I can be totally fine about it because it doesn’t mean anything,”

Harry shrugs, the corners of his lips turning into a playful smirk. “Don’t have one,”

“Liar,”

“M’serious,”

“Why, because you’ve already dated them?”

“Hey,” Harry pouts. “That was a bit snippy,”

Alani’s muscles tighten. She hadn’t realized that his dating history was a sore spot, but she takes a deep breath and plants a sweet kiss to his jaw as an offering of peace. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,”

“S’alright. Truce?”

“Deal,”

“Jennifer Aniston,”

“Huh?”

“My celebrity crush,” Harry explains shyly. “When I was younger,”

Alani giggles lightly. “I see. Good taste, she’s hot,”

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna leave me for her too,”

“I just might,”

“Can’t say that I blame you,”

“Look I know this is a cute little bit we do,” Alani sits up, her gaze dead-set on Harry’s to communicate the seriousness behind her words. “But I just want you to know that I feel so lucky to be with you. I’m not going anywhere any time soon,”

Harry swallows harshly. It was everything he’d ever wanted to hear and it kills him that he can’t return the sentiment with full honesty. A little less than a week is all he has to prove that even though he physically has to go, his heart will remain wherever Alani is. “Me either,”

Another round of thunder booms outside and the lights fizzle out, leaving the room completely dark save for the intermittent flashes of lightning that gently illuminate the room.

“So much for watching a movie, huh?” Alani sighs.

“I think I know some other ways we can keep ourselves entertained.”

********

Harry sets a steaming cup of tea down onto the table in front of Alani and she looks up from her tube of nail polish curiously. Harry flashes a dimpled grin in her direction and whistles a familiar tune, one that she had heard in the studio when he was busy doing his Bob Dylan impression.

“What’re you singing?”

“Hm?”

“The song,” she clarifies. “You were singing it the other day, what is it?”

Harry serves her plate of hash browns and shrugs. “Dunno, just a little tune ‘ve been workin’ on,”

“It’s nice,”

“Thanks, sweets,” he offers, setting her food down and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Hey Alani,” Jeff interrupts, stepping into the kitchen with his cellphone pressed to his shoulder.

“Glenne wants to know if you’re okay with her setting up a spa thing for you guys,”

"Yeah, definitely,” Alani perks up.

“Cool, thanks.”

“Look at you,” Harry teases, taking a bite of his toast coated in strawberry jam. “Minglin’ with the girls,”

“They’re not even here yet,”

He scans over her appearance and his brows furrow, hit with the sudden realization that she’s dressed in formal attire.

“What’s with the fancy outfit”

“I have a meeting, remember?”

“With?”

Alani blows on her freshly painted nails and holds up her other hand for Harry to do the same.

“My senior advisor. We’re going over my research project,”

Harry’s brows raise. “Smarty-pants,”

Alani had scheduled her meeting with Dr. Hudson months ago and had, truthfully, forgotten all about it until she had received a courtesy email the day prior. She had been working on her proposal in the spare minutes she had away from Harry, which were few and far between, but she knew the initial meeting would be much more casual. Alani checks the time on her phone and stands quickly when she realizes that she is supposed to meet Dr. Hudson in less than thirty-minutes.

“Gotta go,” she offers, shoveling potatoes into her mouth and grabbing her bag.

Harry ceases blowing on her nails and kisses the back of her hand before sticking out his lips for a kiss of his own. “Good luck, darlin’. Meet me at the studio after?”

“Sure thing, sunshine. See you later.”

********

“How did the Joni Mitchell piece go? You never told me,” Dr. Hudson questions, taking a sip of her coffee.

Alani offers a shy smile and toys with the hem of her skirt. “A flop,”

“Just one more closer to the winner,”

“Yeah,” Alani sighs, stirring her smoothie. “Maybe it’s time to move on from that,”

The professor shoots her a disapproving look and sets her drink down. “Alani—”

“I just think maybe there’s more realistic—”

“You are not giving up,” Dr. Hudson reassures her. “You’ve come too far and you’re a terrific writer. One of the best I’ve ever had the pleasure of teaching. These things take time,”

Alani nods gently, her lips pursed in a tight smile. “Thank you, that really means a lot,”

“What are you working on right now?”

Absolutely nothing, Alani thinks, but then she remembers the half-written article about Harry sitting in her files.

“A short piece about… a local musician,”

Dr. Hudson’s brows raise, intrigued, and she nods. “That sounds interesting. Definitely more personal,”

You have no idea. “Thanks. I mean, it’s not really anything—”

“I’d love to read it when you’re finished,” the professor continues. “What’s the scope?”

Alani thinks, trying not to give too much incriminating detail about her subject or their relationship.

“Well,” she starts, hesitant. “He’s writing new music and working on his first album. I guess I kind of want to follow his journey and redefinition of success in the music industry,”

Dr. Hudson hums. “I love it. Send me a draft.”

Alani swallows and takes a minute to consider the offer. Surely there couldn’t be anything wrong about sharing her work privately with her advisor. She had been so excited about the potential of the article when it was first started, but it had since been neglected like so many of her other rejected pieces. Starting again seemed exciting, and she knew that Harry would be pleased to play such an important role in making her dreams come true. That had, after all, been the initial terms of their agreement.

“Okay,” Alani accepts. “I will.”

********

Harry draws out the last note and Mitch lets the chord ring between them for a moment.

“I think that’s the one,”

“Yeah, I liked that progression better,”

“Hope you got that, Bhasker,” Mitch calls to Jeff in the sound booth, who gives a thumbs up in response.

Harry continues humming, his head still bobbing to the tune, when he hears the studio door creak unpleasantly. His eyes shoot up to find Alani wincing and timidly stepping into the room.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,”

He softens and beckons her over. “Never an interruption, sweets,”

Alani slots herself between his legs and wraps her arms around his neck, giving a gentle peck to the tip of his nose before pressing their lips together.

“How’s the weather?”

“Just got a lot sunnier,”

“Meeting go well?”

She nods and twists a lock of his chestnut hair between her fingers. “Yeah, actually,”

“Then we should celebrate!” Harry perks up, peppering a kiss to her cheek. “Dinner, wine, movie, the whole shebang,”

Alani frowns, thinking back to the article she promised Dr. Hudson. “Hmmm, raincheck?”

Her boyfriend deflates. “You’re ditching me?”

“Just for one night,” she explains, pulling him closer. “I wanna finish up some school stuff before our trip. Otherwise I won’t be able to give you my full attention,”

Harry pouts, but he nods understandingly. “‘Kay,”

“I’m sorry, sunshine. I’ll miss you tons,”

“Ditto, sweets,”

Alani presses her forehead against his and her fingertips wander through the growing curls at the nape of his neck. “Please don’t be upset,”

Harry smiles warmly and smoothes his hands up and down her back. “Never, m’love. Could never be upset with you,”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he nods, planting a sweet kiss to her lips. “Hey, I wanna play you somethin’,”

Alani grins and pulls back a bit to read his expression. “Let’s hear it,”

Harry grabs the guitar next to him and slings it over his shoulder before adjusting the capo. The song starts sweet and gentle, his voice light to match the tune.

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

It’s hard when we argue

We’re both stubborn I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

Alani watches in awe as he pours so much emotion behind every word, his vocals effortlessly powerful and rich. She claps when the song finishes and leans in for a kiss.

“I love it,”

“S’not finished yet,” Harry shrugs, still fiddling with the strings. “Just the chorus right now,”

“Will you teach it to me?”

His brows raise in surprise. “You play?”

“No,” Alani admits. “But I have a feeling you’re a good teacher,”

“Well, let’s see what you got,”

Alani turns and Harry props the guitar in her lap, his arms wrapping around her as he guides her into the right position. His left hand demonstrates the beginning chord and she replaces his fingers on the fretboard to try for herself. She strums and the beginning note resonates in near-perfect pitch.

“Hey,” Harry beams. “You’re a regular Hendrix,”

He continues positioning her fingers over the right spaces and letting her strum, humming the lyrics softly into the shell of her ear.

“We don’t argue that much,” Alani defends playfully.

Harry chuckles and kisses her temple. “Maybe not, but we’re really good at makin’ up.”

“Easy, Styles.”

********

Harry: Hungry?

Alani peels her eyes away from the computer screen and reads the message lighting up her phone.

Alani: Not really

Harry: …

Harry: oh

She laughs and pads over to the window. Sure enough, Harry holds up two bags and flashes a cheesy grin down below.

“Need a study break?”

“I’ll meet you at the door.”

Harry makes himself comfortable in the middle of her bed and unpacks the bags.

“I’ve got a California and a spicy tuna for my favorite girl,” he announces. “With a side of eel sauce,”

“And the world's best boyfriend goes to Mr. Harry Styles,” Alani grins, taking a seat next to him.

He smirks and pulls out his own order of miso soup and sushi. “How’s the homework comin’ along?”

“Not too shabby,”

“Glad to hear it,”

“Hey, what time do I meet you at the airport tomorrow?” she asks, dipping her roll in the sauce.

Harry freezes and turns to her with confusion written all over his face. “I’m sorry, did my girlfriend just insinuate that we’re not leaving for the airport together?”

“I really need to finish this,” Alani explains. “It’s almost there,”

“Two nights?” he complains.

Alani nudges him with her shoulder and shakes her head. “We’re gonna be spending an entire week together, non-stop. You’re gonna get sick of me,”

“Never,” Harry rebuts. “Not possible,”

“Just one more night,” Alani bargains. “Then I’m all yours, no interruptions.”

He nods and takes a sip of his soup. “Alright, deal.”

You have to tell her, Jeff’s voice rings in his mind.

********

The airline stewardess ushers Harry and Alani to their seats while Scott and Miles settle down a few rows behind. She didn’t know exactly what to expect from first-class, but suddenly the perks of having a famous boyfriend increased tenfold by the sight of their luxurious accommodations.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Alani asks while Harry hovers over his chair.

“Sitting, or I was about to,”

“And you’re not even gonna offer rock-paper-scissors for the window seat?”

Harry shakes his head with an amused chuckle. “No because I already know that you’re gonna get up to pee every five minutes,”

“Not true,”

“It is too true and it’s exactly why we can’t cuddle while we fall asleep,”

“Or maybe the reason is because I’m claustrophobic and I just don’t wanna hurt your feelings,”

Harry frowns. “Really?”

“No,” Alani admits, taking the aisle seat. “I just said that so you’d give me the window,”

“Get up, we’re switching,”

“Thank you, sunshine! You’re the best,”

Harry slumps into his new chair and crosses his arms. “Forty-five minutes and we’re already fighting like an old married couple,”

“Oh really?” Alani smirks. “Is that what old married couples argue about? Who gets the window seat?”

“And leaving the toilet seat up, going antique shopping—”

“—What old married couples have you been hanging out with—?”

“—Picking up the kids from school,”

Alani presses a kiss to his shoulder and rests her head in the crook of his neck. Her eyelids are still heavy from staying up the night before, but her article was completely finished and sent off to Dr. Hudson just like she’d promised. Now, she could enjoy her vacation free of any worry or obligation, completely focused on the perfect boy still rambling next to her.

“But, obviously I mean that doesn’t count, right?” Harry asks, craning his neck and smiling softly when he sees that his girlfriend has already dozed off. He kisses the top of her head gently and lets his own eyes flutter close with a deep, contented breath.

********

“And then I’ll have to repaint it, but I haven’t decided on a color yet,” Glenne explains to Alani as they stroll through the airport.

Alani hums. “It was your grandmother’s?”

“Well, it was somebody’s grandmother’s. We picked it up at this little antique shop in Santa Monica.”

Jeff escorts Glenne into the shuttle car while Harry and Alani share a knowing look and stifle their laughter. They shuffle into the back seats as Tom and his wife, Jenny, claim the middle row.

“So you’re a journalist?” Jenny asks, turning in her seat eagerly to face Alani.

“Not quite,” she explains with a polite smile. “Still a student, but hopefully someday,”

Jenny nods and twirls the ring around her finger. “Sounds exciting. Maybe you can hitch a ride on tour with this one and do some writing there.”

“Yeah,” Alani smiles, settling further into Harry’s side. “Maybe.”

The idea of traveling the world with Harry and being a part of the excitement of touring the album was something she had considered briefly, but hadn’t allowed herself to fully indulge until this moment. It was already thrilling to see him polish the songs he had begun during his trip, but she could only imagine how much more special it would be to see him perform them for the rest of the world. A twinge of jealousy sparks at the thought of having to share any part of him with the public, but Alani knows that his gifts are much too special to keep all for herself. Harry was golden and he deserved to shine in all of his radiant glory. That was exactly what she had penned in her article, and she said it not because he was her boyfriend and there were clear personal investments, but because she knew it was true even before he had shown any romantic interest in her.

“What’s tour like?” Alani pipes up as Harry watches the landscape out his window.

He considers it for a moment and clears his throat. “Fun, mostly. Can be tiring,”

“Lots of partying and adoring fans?”

“No,” he chuckles to himself. “Not so much the partying. Enthusiastic fans, sure,”

Alani narrows her eyes. “No partying?”

“Nope,” Harry reiterates. “Don’t really like to do all that stuff when I’m working. Also just didn’t wanna…”

He trails off and Alani waits a beat to see if he’ll continue. “Didn’t wanna?”

“Fuck it up,” he finishes. “You know, like, be the one who ruined a good thing for a little bit of fun.”

She lets his words settle in, rubbing a reassuring circle on the back of his hand. “Makes sense. Sounds really responsible of you to do that.”

Harry presses a soft kiss to her temple and resumes his study of the scenery. They chat amongst their friends for the remainder of the drive and Alani immediately presses Glenne and Jenny for information about her boyfriend in his younger years. They indulge her inquiries and ask their own questions, deciding privately after a few minutes that her and Harry are a good fit.

When the group arrives at the resort, Glenne takes charge and instructs them all to meet at the lobby for lunch in twenty minutes. They collect their keys and head up to their respective rooms, which are all located on the very top floor.

“What a view,” Alani muses as she takes in the sight from their private balcony.

Harry admires the wonder on her face and nods, his eyes not leaving her side profile. “You’re tellin’ me,”

“Let’s never go home,” she poses, arms snaking around his torso. “Let’s stay here forever, just me and you,”

His throat tightens as he thinks back to the inevitable conversation waiting for them. Harry didn’t know why it was so hard to think about leaving because he had every intention of keeping touch and making their relationship work at all costs. But there was a part of him, a very tiny recess in the back of his mind, that feared the possibility of Alani not feeling the same.

“Yeah,” he agrees with a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose. “Whatever you want, sweets,”

Alani senses a shift in his demeanor, but she can’t read it. “You okay?”

“Never better,” Harry swallows, mustering up a small smile. “But I am hungry,”

She isn’t entirely convinced that there isn’t something bothering him, but she decides not to push it and tightens her grip around his waist, instead.

“Race you to the lobby.”

“You’re on.”

********

“You’ve never seen Finding Nemo?”

“Was I s’posed to?”

“My god,” Alani marvels. “You know, I’m starting to believe those rumors that you were grown in a lab,”

Harry’s brow raises and he blinks. “That I was what?”

The restaurant that Glenne and Jeff chose features an aquarium tunnel at the entrance, much to both Harry and Alani’s excitement. Fish, large and small, swim around them and the pair take turns pointing out their favorite colorful species. The Hull’s snap photos for their four year-old daughter, but Jenny also secretly captures one of Harry and Alani with their hands clasped under the mesmerizing blue lighting as a keepsake for her friend.

“Add Finding Nemo to our movie list,” Alani says, admiring a clownfish that swims close to the glass.

“S’it gonna make me cry?”

“Probably,”

“Goddamnit,”

Alani giggles softly and turns her head away from the glass to silently observe Harry under the lighting of the rippling water. The combination of his serene features and the sound of Billie Holiday’s I’ll Be Seeing You over the sound system creates a perfect image in her mind, one that makes her afraid to blink, lest it be gone forever. Harry glances over at her through the corner of his eye and his lips curl.

“Checkin’ me out?”

“Always,”

“Like whatcha see?”

“Love it.”

His heart nearly stops at her words, but before he has a chance to process their implication, the hostess calls on their group.

“And I’ll have the piña colada,” Harry orders once they're seated.

“Oh my god, H,” Glenne laughs from across the table. “That reminds me, remember your birthday last year when James got trashed and hoarded the karaoke machine for, like, two hours?”

“Ruined that song forever,” Jeff quips, reliving the memory of the Late-Late host drunkenly serenading the entire party with the same song on repeat.

Harry cringes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I try not to,”

Alani watches as they reminisce on the event, adding their own details and pieces to the puzzle. It’s amusing to watch, but a small part of her also has to fight the pang of exclusion settling into the pit of her stomach. She feels guilty for being affected by it knowing, logically, that it isn’t intentional or malicious in any way. Still, Alani is painfully reminded of the vast differences between their worlds. Harry had gotten to know practically every part of her life, including her family, but there was still so much that she didn’t know about his. It was something she worked hard not to dwell on, given the novelty of their relationship, but she also worried that fear and insecurity would prevent her from investing what little of her heart Harry hadn’t claimed yet.

“Who was it that started dancing on a table and almost broke a chandelier?” Tom asks, wracking his brain.

“I think it was Ken—” Jeff hesitates, clearing his throat. “Actually, I don’t remember,”

Harry shifts in his seat beside Alani and reads over the menu, quickly changing the subject. “What’re you gonna get?”

“I don’t know,” Alani admits. “Everything looks so good,”

“Oh look,” Jenny pipes up across from Harry. “They’ve got your fav, the mango sorbet. I wonder if it’s as good as the one in Italy,”

Harry beams and reads over the item. “Oh yeah, that was amazin’,”

Alani files the detail to the back of her mind. She hadn’t known mango was his favorite flavor of anything, and while it was a trivial detail, she realized that there were so still many little details about him that she wanted to know. Harry had made such an effort to remember everything about her, like her go-to sushi order and the fact that she always saved the kiwis for last in her fruit salad, so it made her feel a touch guilty that she hadn’t made the same effort.

“Wanna share the coconut shrimp?” Alani asks with a gentle nudge to his shoulder.

“Oh, uh—”

“He’s allergic,” Glenne says offhandedly, not cold or condescending, but more in the same way that an older sister would.

“Oh my god,” Alani’s eyes widen. “I’m so sorry,”

Harry laughs lightly and shrugs. “S’okay, I’d let you poison me,”

“I didn’t mean to be rude,” Glenne apologizes, reaching her hand out to Alani. “I thought you knew.”

Alani accepts the hand and waves away her concern. “No, don’t worry about it. I didn’t know, actually.”

“We can stop talking about my defects now,” Harry teases. “‘M not dyin’,”

He leans in closer to Alani and presses a kiss to her temple. “But if I was, it’d be an honor to have my last meal with you.”

She responds with a soft smile before returning her attention back to the menu. His sentiments, however sweet, unfortunately did very little to soothe the embarrassment of her mini faux pas. It was irrational, Alani knew this, but it made her wonder what else she didn’t know and what bigger secrets he was potentially keeping. Whose name had Jeff meant to say earlier to identify the mystery dancer at Harry’s party, and why had it created an awkward shift in the air? She decides not to let the spiraling questions spoil her fun and takes a generous sip of her cocktail to avoid them for the time being.

********

Harry sets the room key on the nightstand next to their king sized bed and lets himself sink down into the soft mattress. The group had spent the entire day sightseeing, from botanical gardens to scenic beaches, but he was really itching for some quality time alone with Alani. Lately, their time together had been cut frustratingly short by work, school, and life in general. Even when they were seated right next to each other with arms linked or fingers interlocked, she felt far away and he didn’t know why. He hoped that this trip would allow them time to reconnect and solidify their relationship before he had to return to California.

“Mini bar,” Alani comments, kicking her shoes off and wandering over to the small refrigerator in their suite. “Who’s paying again?”

“The label,”

“Thank you Columbia Records,”

She swipes a few bottles of tequila before climbing into the bed next to Harry.

“Wanna play a game?”

Harry props himself up on his elbow and nods. “What kinda game?”

“Never have I ever,” Alani explains. “But instead of putting your finger down, you take a shot,”

“Sounds dangerous,”

“It’ll be fun. You can go first if you want,”

He hums and nods in agreement before sitting up to face her. “‘Kay. Never have I ever...named my car after a musician,”

“Cheap shot,” Alani narrows her eyes, taking a sip from the bottle of Jose Cuervo.

“Your turn,”

She fiddles with the bottle cap, a question already in mind, though she isn’t sure if she should ask it.

“Never have I ever… dated a model,”

Harry’s brow furrows, but he opens his own bottle slowly and takes a sip. “So it’s that kind of never have I ever,”

“Just trying to keep it interesting,” Alani shrugs innocently.

“Right. Never have I ever slept with a guy named David,”

Her eyes widen, but she laughs half-heartedly and takes a sip. “Jeez, okay. Never have I ever—”

“Wait, so you two actually…” Harry interrupts, trailing off at the end.

“I mean,” Alani starts, her eyes wandering to the ceiling. “Yeah, a long time ago,”

“How long ago?”

“Okay, maybe this was a mistake—”

Harry shakes his head. “No, I’m sorry. I’ll play nice,”

“Alright,” Alani accepts. She knows that she should probably steer the game back onto safer territory, but the wound has been re-opened and she can’t resist the urge to keep picking at it. “Never have I ever slept with a fan,”

Harry takes a slow sip. “Never have I ever cheated on my partner,”

The bottle stays put in Alani’s hand. “Never had I ever gone on a vacation with my partner before this trip,”

The tequila washes over his tongue bitterly like the faint memories that it symbolizes. “Never have I ever dated someone just for the publicity,”

The bottle in Alani’s hand doesn’t move, much to Harry’s relief, but her mind is not as tranquil.

“Never have I ever told someone I loved them when I didn’t,” she says slowly.

Harry takes another shot and it burns all the way down. “Why are we doin’ this?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t wanna play anymore,”

“Alani,” he starts, springing to his feet when she leaves the bed. “Hey, look at me, please,”

She blinks back the tears that threaten to spill over her lower lashes before turning to him. “I’m sorry, that was a stupid game,”

“S’just all out of context,” Harry offers, reaching for her hands. “Wasn’t the right way to have all of those conversations,”

Alani takes a deep breath and nods. “Yeah, you’re right,”

“What’s really botherin’ you, hm sweets?” He coos, bringing her cold knuckles to his warm lips. “Tell me, please?”

She releases a shaky breath and tries to sift through the fog in her brain for the right answer.

“I don’t know, really, I just,” Alani hesitates. “Am I a bad girlfriend?”

“No,” Harry says quickly, his hands lifting to cup her face. “God no, you’re the best,”

“Then why didn’t I know that your favorite ice cream flavor was mango? And why didn’t I know that you were allergic to coconut, and why—”

“Hang on, is that what this is all about?” he questions. “Cause I’ll go eat an entire coconut right now,”

Alani laughs lightly and pinches her eyes shut. “No, it’s not about that. I just feel like you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met and you make me feel so fucking special and, God, I just wanna be good enough for you because—”

Harry holds his breath and watches as her eyes gloss over.

“Because I love you,” she finishes, voice small. “More than I ever thought possible,”

His own eyes sting, but he doesn’t fight the tears that fall as he presses his lips to hers firmly.

“I love you, too,” Harry murmurs. “I love you so fuckin’ much it drives me crazy,”

Alani chuckles softly. “Ditto,”

“I’ve been wanting to say it for ages, can’t believe you beat me to it.”

“Guess you’re not the only one full of surprises.”

********

The early morning sunlight creeps gently into Harry and Alani’s room, casting a soft, golden glow onto the bare skin that peeks through the white duvet. Harry stirs first, a strand of Alani’s hair tickling his nose and making him smile. He prys his heavy eyelids open and winces at the dull aching of his head aggravated by the light. Alani hears his muffled groan and sighs, willing the sun to go back down and let her sleep a few more hours.

“Mornin’ sweets,” he rasps with a warm kiss to her bare shoulder.

She peels her own tired eyes open and flashes a sleepy grin. “Good morning, sunshine,”

“How’d you sleep?”

“Super. You?”

Harry props himself up on his elbow and rests his chin in his palm as he admires the traces of sleep still on her face.

“Just swell.”

Alani chuckles lightly and reaches a hand up to comb through his unruly bedhead. His skin is warm to the touch, and the light from the window casts a heavenly glow around his visage. She pokes her finger into his dimple, which elicits a soft laugh and makes his smile grow wider. They stay intertwined under the sheets as the sun fully rises and soak up their own details to keep as souvenirs from this moment. Alani takes in the scent of vanilla and the juxtaposition of Harry’s inked bicep against the plain, white sheets. He stores away the image of her sleepy, mocha eyes and the pink, manicured fingernails that trail up and down his arm. Neither of them are sure exactly how long they remain in this moment, for all they know it could be hours or days. But whatever the duration, it doesn’t seem to be enough. I need more time, Harry had told Jeff, but there was no more left to give. He had to tell her, and it was now or never.

“Hey,” he begins carefully. “I need to tell you something,”

Alani sits up to be eye level with him and nods. “Anything,”

Harry waits a beat, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and pressing his lips to her bare shoulder before letting the confession spill out.

“I have to go back to L.A.,”

“I kinda figured,”

He draws in a deep sigh of relief. “You did?”

“Yeah,” Alani shrugs. “Hilo isn’t exactly Hollywood,”

“I asked for more time, but the label—”

“No, I get it. So… when? Next month?”

“Friday,”

Alani’s brows furrow. “This Friday?”

“Yeah,” Harry admits with a gulp.

“The last day of our trip?”

“Yes,”

Her heart drops into her stomach and she feels sick. It all made sense now why Harry’s mood had shifted when she jokingly asked him not to leave, and why he had been so insistent on spending as much time together as possible this week. Their game of never have I ever turned instantly defensive when asked about his dating history. Never had I ever gone on vacation with my partner before this trip. Never have I ever told someone I loved them when I didn’t. He had whisked her away on a farewell trip and God knows who else had been in her place before, or worse, who would be in it next. Harry was saying good-bye.

“Wait,” Alani says finally, mind still racing too fast to process. “How long have you known?”

“Alani—”

“How long?”

Harry swallows. “Couple of weeks,”

“You knew for weeks and you didn’t tell me?” she questions incredulously.

“I tried—”

“You know that I hate surprises, you know how I feel about plans—”

“I’m sorry,” Harry insists, sitting up straighter. “I wanted to tell you so many times, but it just never felt right,”

Alani rolls her eyes. “So what, you were just gonna leave a fucking sticky note on my pillow and hope for the best?”

“Don’t say that—”

“Is that why you brought me here?” she asks, voice hoarse. “Is that why you gave me this necklace? A souvenir of our little summer fling so you could leave with a clear conscience?”

Harry’s jaw tightens. “How could you even think that?”

“Because maybe it’s true. Why else would you wait until the very last minute to tell me about this?”

“Maybe we should take a minute,” he suggests, the whites of his eyes now bloodshot. “Before we say something we’ll regret,”

“I think I already did.” Alani admits. Never have I ever told someone I loved them when I didn’t.

Harry’s head pounds and he feels like he’s drowning, treading water in every direction only to be dragged further into the current. He quickly pulls on his clothes from the night before and tries to steady his breathing.

“M’gonna go wait in the hall,” he offers. “Give you some space to think and then we’ll talk, yeah?”

Alani doesn’t respond or even meet his pleading eyes. She simply tightens the duvet around her body and turns her head to the window, letting a single, bitter tear roll down her cheek. The door closes softly and she is immediately filled with regret and guilt. Had she truly meant all of the things she said? Or was it fear and the instinct to flee taking over her mouth? Alani wanted to believe that she was wrong and that Harry hadn’t intentionally kept her in the dark, but from where she stood, the sun had long disappeared behind the clouds and all that was left was the storm.

Harry trudges down the hallway and the walls spin, closing in on him slowly. If he had just told Alani sooner, everything would be different. He had avoided doing so for this exact reason and out of fear that their relationship wouldn’t be worth the risk in her mind. It was selfish—he was selfish—to try to make the decision for her, and now the woman he loved was getting ready to walk away because he had broken her trust. What else was there to do? His back meets the wall and he sinks to the floor.

“Hey H,” Jeff clears his throat from above. “We should talk,”

“She knows. Didn’t go well,”

“So she did approve the article?”

Harry lifts his head and his brows furrow. “What?”

There’s a harsh knock at the door and Alani jumps. In Harry’s absence, she had managed to cool off and sift through her frantic thoughts. She had been wrong to think that he used her, all it took was a quick stroll down memory lane to prove otherwise. He had never given her any true reason not to trust him, so there had to be some other reason why he hadn’t told her about his plans to leave so soon. Alani pads over to the door and unlocks it gently.

“Harry, I’m sor—”

“Wanna talk about surprises?” he seethes. “What the fuck is this?”

She squints at the phone screen that he holds up to her face and the title of her unpublished article stares back at her.

“I don’t know—”

“Well it has your goddamn name on it,” Harry shoots back.

Alani steps aside and lets him into the room before she closes the door behind her. “I can explain—”

“Did you write it or not?”

“Yes, but—”

He shuts the phone off and slams it face down onto the night stand. “How fucking dare you call me a liar and then pull this shit behind my back,”

“I didn’t lie,” Alani defends, voice weak. “I had no idea it was going to be published, please just listen—”

“A class project,” he interrupts with his back still turned. “That’s what you said,”

“It was never meant to be released,”

“How do I know that? How do I know you’re not just trying to cover your ass?”

“Please,” Alani begs as her vision begins to blur. “I was wrong, I shouldn’t have said all those things,”

Harry runs a hand through his hair and casts his eyes to the ceiling in an attempt to quell the emotion that pools behind his eyes.

“So why did you?”

“I was scared,”

“Of?”

Alani takes a deep breath. “Of losing you for good. Of falling in l—”

“Don’t,” he interrupts. “Don’t finish that sentence,”

“I don’t know how,” she tries again. “And I don’t know who released it, but I swear—”

“You really expect me to trust a word you say after you accused me of lying about this whole thing, about us?”

Harry’s gaze lowers back to hers and the bright, green eyes that she has come to love are replaced with a blood-shot, stormy sea that makes her stomach drop. The words get caught in her throat.

“I fucked up,” he continues. “I know that I should’ve told you. But I’m having a hard time believing that this wasn’t planned, that this random website would just accidentally publish your work without your consent,”

Alani can’t explain it either, she truly had no idea how her writing had ended up in the wrong hands. There was only one other person she had entrusted it with, but surely Dr. Hudson hadn’t betrayed her, had she? Alani didn’t know who to believe anymore.

“Harry, I’m so sorry,” she tries. “I didn’t mean what I said, and I know I can’t take it back, but you have to at least believe that I never wanted to hurt you,”

Harry is silent for a moment, and Alani decides that it’s her turn to tell the truth. There was nothing left to lose.

“At first, I did want to publish it,” she explains. “But I changed my mind and I scrapped the whole thing. In the end, the only person I intended to show it to was you,”

“So how did it get onto the internet for the whole fucking world to see?” he presses.

Alani sighs. “My advisor wanted to know what I was working on, so I sent it to her, but she never had my permission to publish it. Now I realize how stupid it sounds, but it’s the truth,”

“If you had come to me, I would have given you permission,”

“I’m so sorry,”

Harry’s shoulders tense. Every fiber of his being wants to believe her, but how could he? She had told him herself that things would be messy and warned him that he didn’t know what he was asking by pursuing a relationship with her. Maybe it really was all his fault for not seeing the signs, but that still didn’t change the fact that he couldn’t trust her anymore. And based on her reaction to the news of his departure, it seemed as though Alani didn’t trust him either.

“Even if you’re telling the truth,” Harry begins, slow and deliberate. “You still thought, after everything, that I would abandon you. And if that’s the kind of person you think I am, if that’s the person you wrote about—”

“Harry—”

“Then I hope you got all the material you wanted.”

“Please, don’t go.” Alani cries but it’s too late. The door slams and her heart falls.

After a beat, she races to the door and into the hallway but there’s no sign of Harry. As quickly as he had appeared into her life, he had vanished. Gone without a trace.

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles writing #harry styles x oc #ybmh #sorry besties <3

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agent-cupcake · 3 years

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Can I ask your opinion? So, I feel like everyone into 3H is in love with Dimitri, but I can't connect with him. I don't dislike him, but I feel like there isn't much to his personality without all his various mental health issues. It's hard to get a feel on what he's really like, so I end up just seeing him as a walking ball of trauma and not a three-dimensional character. Do you have any thoughts on Dimitri himself and how to separate him as a person from his psychological issues? Thanks!

Hmm, I guess my first thought is that everyone resonates with characters differently and so if you don’t particularly feel connected to him, that’s not wrong. Fictional parasocial relationships are very similar to real-life relationships, so it follows that nobody is going to like every character. I can’t say that a portion of my love for his character doesn’t come from his mental issues because that’s something I personally relate to and feel drawn to in others. That’s just who I am and how I build relationships. There is also something to be said for the unavoidable way mental illness informs a person’s behavior and character, it’s as much an aspect of them as being born with blond hair or losing an eye.

That said, I will do my best to explain why I think Dimitri is wonderful. Not in spite of his mental illness, but because I don’t think that’s all he is.

So, Dimitri is, as he says, a very clumsy person. This unfortunately extends to his social skills. He has a lot of very socially awkward tendencies and a general lack of self-awareness. This contrasts with his innate desire to please people, or at least avoid upsetting anyone. The thing is, Dimitri doesn’t always completely understand what upsets people or how exactly they might feel. His childhood isolation left him rather emotionally unaware and desperate for the acceptance and approval of others. That’s not to say he doesn’t try to understand other people’s feelings, but it’s not an intuitive process. He has a habit of saying kind of dumb or uncomfortable things out of nowhere, which is most likely his real feelings coming out in rather inept ways. He means well, but he’s just so dang clumsy.

The desperation to be included and validated I mentioned, I think, can be seen in the way he tries so hard to make the other Blue Lions see him as a peer and equal all the while keeping himself rather closed off from them. Dimitri approaches conversations as a means of focusing on the other person, trying to make an appeal to them rather than as an interaction where both parties could be seen as vulnerable. Of course, just like most other socially awkward introverts, he opens up when he feels closer to the person, but that takes a while. Gotta unlock the supports, you know? Although it’s not necessarily obvious, his incredibly stiff behavior (especially pre-timeskip) and the way he switches between overly formal and awkwardly friendly in his interactions with people as he tries to figure out how to socially and emotionally navigate relationships really gives me the impression of someone trying desperately to fit in without even the faintest clue of how to actually manage that. He also does his best to avoid social situations, which, mood. Basically, Dimitri’s a big dumb massive introvert trying to act like he’s not.

FURTHERMORE, he is a dork. An absolute goof of a person. Dimitri canonically thinks so-bad-its-good puns and jokes are hilarious. His own style of telling jokes is saying things that may or may not have contextual humor in a normal voice and then claiming after the fact that he intended it as such. Now, his supports with Alois are absolute factual proof of the so-bad-its-good humor, but might I also direct your attention to the scene before the battle against Miklan in Conand Tower (the event name is “Tower in a Storm (Blue Lions)”). Basically, Gilbert is explaining the history behind Conand Tower and Dimitri says, in an incredibly earnest voice, “You’re very well informed, Gilbert. Please, tell us more.” This is a joke. Supposed to be, at least. The delivery is somewhat emphasized, but not in a recognizably sarcastic way. Gilbert, who knew Dimitri very well when he was young, realizes it’s a joke after a second. But there are other things Dimitri says that I believe are his bad “jokes” and since nobody knows him well enough to tell, they don’t call him on it. There’s no proof, but his line in the Lord’s intro where he says, “And here I thought you were acting as a decoy for the sake of us all.” to Claude has to be an attempt at sarcasm. Dimitri is oblivious, but not stupid. In his Goddess Tower conversation with Byleth, when discussing the topic of wishes, he says, “Perhaps it would make more sense for me to wish that we’ll be together forever. What do you think?” In a completely normal voice. Following are two speech bubbles of “...” before he laughs and proclaims that it’s just a joke and that he’s getting better at telling them. Now, this is a two-parter because I see this as both his horribly awkward tendency to say things he feels without thinking too hard beforehand as well as his silly deadpan style of “jokes”. Granted, he does apologize. Dimitri’s got socially awkward zoomer humor. It’s endearing.

Here is a video of Dimitri hitting on Byleth pre-timeskip. I’m not sure how far it goes to endear someone to him, but the mostly awkward and occasionally smooth attempts of Dimitri’s flirtations are absolutely a highlight of his character.

Now, this isn’t quite as cute as all that, but I think character arc and change do a lot for making a character feel more three-dimensional. Dimitri is hypocritically selfish. Although those are both negative terms, I don’t necessarily mean them as such, at least not in their totality. Both are things to overcome, which he does. And that’s why I feel like they’re a valid point of discussion when trying to explain the allure of his character.

The hypocritical part comes from the way he easily allows and forgives the flaws of others while constantly castigating himself for the same reasons. He says things that show an absurd amount of a lack of self-awareness. For example, he tells Edelgard, “Hm. You will prove a lacking ruler yourself if you look for deceit behind every word and fail to trust those whom you rely on.” All the while straight-up lying to and emotionally avoiding his friends. Dimitri also tells Marianne, when she is punishing herself for putting other people at risk, “What matters is that they came back safely in the end. You shouldn’t blame yourself for that.” Really, his C and B with Marianne is an exercise in hypocrisy. The standards Dimitri has for himself are incredibly, unattainably high. He’s setting himself up for failure in that way and, to an extent, knows what he’s doing because he knows that those same standards are too much for his friends and allies to meet. He wishes to take on everything himself. But, what I find so beautiful about this, is that Dimitri eventually realizes that he can’t do that. He is not strong enough to take on the weight of the world on himself, he comes to understand that it’s something he must allow himself to share with the people who care about him. He comes to realize that, as difficult as it is to accept, he is a weak person. Despite all of his introversion and inability to emotionally open up, he figures out that having a support system and allowing yourself to rely on people who love you is a necessity. Personally, I think this message is incredibly important in real life. Watching Dimitri come to that conclusion and argue it’s importance really rounded out his arc and journey as a person. Now, the relatability of this conclusion will differ, but I don’t think it has to do with his mental illness as much as it is a fundamental aspect of growth.

The selfishness is basically outlined above. Dimitri is selfish about his pain and secrets, purposefully and selfishly driving people away because he wants to keep the burden to himself. His vice is guilt and he indulges in the pain of it like an addiction. Hatred, too, is a drug. He thinks he needs it to keep going, even though all it does is bring agony to himself and others around him. Learning to accept and let go of these feelings is, again, something I think is important and a character arc that I really love, especially when you see him suffer as much as he does. Now, the execution of this is lacking, I admit. But that’s an issue for another time I think.

I am not quite sure if I did much to change your opinion, but this is all I can think of for now. There is probably a lot more than I’ve left out because I think about Dimitri far too much to be healthy. So, I’ll leave you off with some honorable mention aspects of his character that I think are super fun:

Pre-timeskip Dimitri has his hair tucked behind his ear. He can lift a wagon by himself. In the DLC, when faced with an impossible-to-open gate, it was not muscle man Balthus who said he couldn’t open it, but twinkish teen Dimitri. He’s not really smooth with one-liners. Like, at all. Notably, when attacking Manuela post-timeskip, he says, “Perhaps I should have appeared before you holding a bouquet of flowers, rather than the weapon that will end your life.” Adding to this, at one point, Dimitri fucked up a pick-up line so badly the girl came after him. Areadbhar has a mitten on it in the Azure Moon final picture. He breaks everything. His Crest activation ability even supports this, using twice the durability of any given Combat Art. One of his post-timeskip counselor messages is, “I lived in the slums for a long time, and I saw how the people there suffered from poverty and the ravages of war. There must be something I can do to save them." His room in the academy is right next to Sylvain’s, meaning that for almost an entire year Dimitri was a single wall away from hearing whatever nonsense Sylvain was getting up to. Dimitri is the only Lord that takes the throne and doesn’t abandon his people in some form or another.

And, finally, he is pretty sexy. And that’s all that really matters, isn’t it?

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toriwakes · 3 years

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Chrysanthemums [Draco Malfoy x Potter!Reader]

summary: you’ve lived in america for the past 15 years of your life. then, everything changed with one letter.

content warnings: very light cursing. some angst (?)

a/n: omg hi!! officially my second request, im so excited to share!! i know it’s SUUUUPER long but bars with me? i’m so proud of it and i’d actually love to do a mini series w this so lmk what u all think! ty for the request @peneflop !

everyone in america knew about harry potter. even though voldemort was a criminal in another country, americans felt just as worried. when the news got out, everyone was all over you. ‘(y/n) potter! are you related to him?’ you didn’t know the answer. but it was most likely not, right?

you sat next to your best friends, wishing them a good morning. “want to go pick up the mail?” lena asked. you nodded. the three of you walked down the halls, giggling and gossiping. “what’re you doing for halloween, (y/n)?” gina asked. you shrugged. “dunno. probably nothing. why?” she let out a dramatic gasp. “you’ve gotta come to this party! please don’t miss it, it’s gonna be amazing!” you laughed at her and turned the corner, entering the mail room. “i’ll think about it.” she made a face and you all separated to open your mail boxes. you flipped through your letters- nothing special. then something caught your eye. a parchment envelope with a burgundy wax seal. “guys?” your two friends rushed over. “what?” the said in unison. with a shaky hand, you lifted up the letter. “holy.” “shit.”

it was settled. you were moving to london and going to hogwarts. you were not keen on the idea at all, but the albus dumbledore demanded you be there. no witch could just say no. right now you were at the station, watching as hundreds of witches and wizards staggered around. “why’d you have to go before halloween?” gina sighed. you pouted. “i’ll write to you both once a week. i’ll tell you everything.” “yeah, you better!” lena teased. then you were met with anna. anna was your care taker. she wasn’t related to you but she cared for you since you didn’t have any connections to your family. you were told that your parents died in a car crash and they were both only children, so you had no aunts or uncles. poor circumstances, but that was your life. “i’m gonna miss you.” you said it quickly, afraid you may cry if you spoke too slow. “i’ll miss you too.” she was already crying. “now go, everyones already on.” you hugged them and waved goodbye before boarding the train.

you didn’t know anyone here. you shuffled to the back of the train and tried not to make yourself stand out too much. you walked back as far as you could and found yourself in a dark section of the train with empty booths. you smiled and sat down, pulling out your book that you brought along. you were daydreaming of lena and gina when you heard footsteps. when you shifted your gaze to the doorway, you jaw almost dropped. a tall (yet skinny) pale boy stood there. he along with two beefy men didn’t pay any mind to you. you hoped they wouldn’t notice you, but you were the only one there, it was unlikely they wouldn’t. they actually all got situated and you thought you were in the clear- until someone else came in. “i saw the saint on the way in. almost puked.” a brunette girl in all black clothes joked. they all laughed. “how was everyone’s- oh?” she saw you. the three boys looked at you, eyebrows furrowed. “hello, i’ve never seen you.” she spoke softly and say in front of you. “yeah. i’m new, it’s nice to meet you.” you stuck out your hand for a handshake. “american? that’s cute. i’m pansy.” she took your hand and you smiled. “pansy, that’s a pretty name. like the flower?” she didn’t say anything. you cleared your throat awkwardly. “i’m (y/n).” she smiled as a response. “would you three stop being so rude? introduce yourselves!” she was referring to the three boys. the blonde one stood up first. “malfoy.” he said curtly. you gave him a friendly smile. he didn’t return it. “goyle. that’s crabbe. he doesn’t talk much.” crabbe gave you a smile that you gladly returned. “come sit with us.”

for the next hour or so you bonded with your three new friends. pansy did most of the talking, goyle occasionally dropping in. draco didn’t speak too much but you could tell he was listening. every time he did, however, your ears got hot and you felt warm. he was very cute, but you didn’t know him like that. “the trolly is passing. (y/n), if i gave you some galleons would you get us some snacks? anything is fine.” you nodded, but were mildly confused. what the fuck are galleons? “pansy, she’s american. she doesn’t know what galleons are.” draco said. “oh- that’s right. go with her then.” pansy suggested. you took the gold coins from pansy and stood, draco following you. “hello! anything from the trolly?” the kind old woman asked. you picked out the thinks that look the nicest, draco talking the coins from your hand and giving them to the woman. you ignored the race in your heart when his hand touched yours. “did you get that?” he asked. you nodded. “you don’t speak too much, do you.” it wasn’t really a question. as you were about to answer, you made eye contact with a boy with very round glasses. could it be harry? draco noticed this and ushered you forward. “don’t talk to him.” just wait till they found out about your last name...

the students piled into the great hall, which was huge and rather beautiful. gather headmaster, who you recognized as professor dumbledore rose and spoke a few words. then, he made eye contact with you. “let the sorting ceremony begin!” you shuffled in with all the first years feeling awkward. the upper class man gave you strange looks- they must’ve thought you were daft. finally, you heard your name. “(y/n) potter?” you heard gasps in every direction. you stepped forward and sat on the stool. then, you felt the hat on your head. your hands were sweating.“another potter, eh? same qualities as the first yes... but where to put you?” everyone seemed to be on the edge of their seats. the 7 minutes that had passed felt like 10 hours. then, you heard a small voice in your head. this voice wasn’t yours. “what’ll it be then? gryffinor or slytherin?’ you blinked. ‘just put me where you think i’ll exceed.’ you don’t know how, but you felt the sorting hat smirk. “SLYTHERIN!” the hat boomed. a mixture of gasps and cheers erupted. the witch who sorted you pointed to the direction of the house decorated in green and silver- you beamed when you saw pansy. you sat next to her and she embraced you into a hug. “bloody hell, you didn’t tell me you were a potter! you don’t remember anything from that night, do you?” draco didn’t say anything. “what do you mean?” you asked. now they all just looked at you weird. “do you actually not know what happened?” draco asked. you shook your head. “(y/n)...almost a decade ago, voldemort killed your parents. you and harry survived, you’re the only two that have ever lived after getting hit with the killing curse.” hearing all of this was almost too much to handle. so you did have a family? it wasn’t a car crash? your brother is the chosen one? “how? how did no one know?” pansy looked at you with pity. “you two were separated as infants. no one knew what you looked like. besides, for some reason you don’t have the scar like he does.” pansy said while moving your hair out of your face. scar? like the one on your chest? you didn’t mention it, but you wondered if that was what she meant. “we’ll treat you all the same. don’t you fret.” pansy smiled. “thank merlin she’s not a gryffindor though.” goyle commented. everyone laughed. “what’s wrong with the gryffindors?” draco eyed the table behind you. “they’re a bunch of snobs. think they’re so much better than everyone because they’ve got potter on their side, well guess what? now so do we.” you hummed and turned around. harry was gazing at you already.

that night you found a tie, a sweater, some slytherin robes and a little slytherin flag in your dorm. if harry was a gryffinor, shouldn’t you also be? you shook your head from the thought- you’re done second guessing yourself. to take your mind off it, you pulled out your stationary and began to write to your best friends back in america. boy did you have some things to share...

officially 3 weeeks till halloween. your friends were sending you letter about how excited they were, but you were bummed. you didn’t tell them that your parents died on halloween, you knew it would kill the fun for them. you smiled at the letter and the cute picture of them attached. you pinned it to the cork board- right next to the slytherin flag. you smiled to yourself and grabbed your school bag, existing the dorms and heading into the common rooms. your friends seemed to be waiting for you. “finally! i’m starved, let’s go.” pansy linked arms with you and led you out, hiding you to the great hall. the stares you used to revive everywhere faded. it was like you were always there. “what classes do you all have today?” you questioned, biting into your bagel. “astronomy, potions, transfiguration and defense. you?” draco asked. you and draco finally became formal friends. you owed it all to the many classes you shared together and pansy’s constant pestering. “the same. i just gave potions first.” everyone dove into conversation about their school schedule, followed by how much they hated it. you laughed every now and then but your mind was somewhere else. you had harry in a few classes today. you and him haven’t talked at hall, surprisingly. you were simply too intimidated to do so. “(y/n)!” goyle was calling you. “yeah?” “i said we better get going. if your first class is potions, you don’t want to be late.” you simply nodded and headed with your group to your classes. everyone broke off to their classes as you walked around the castle, but you noticed that draco stuck with you. “i thought you had astronomy?” you only asked once he was outside your classroom. “i do.” “then why are you here?” you never really noticed how much taller draco was than you. “i just wanted to make sure you got here safe. if that not what friends do?” you cocked a brow. “you never walk me to my classes. “bloody hell, im sorry i won’t do it again!” he said quickly. you chuckled. “that’s more like it.” at that, you entered class and he walked away. there was something about him...

“pay attention mrs.granger.” you felt like rolling your eyes at your professor. he was always finding a reason to kick on the gryffindors. however when snape saw nearly everyone was struggling, he huffed and raised his hands to gain the class’s attention. “alright. split into groups of two and finish the potion. do not pair with someone from your house.” everyone shuffled around- harry was looking at you. you acted first, picking up your books and moving to harry’s desk. “hi.” you said. “hello.” he responded. you two worked silently but used teamwork. you ready him instructions while he acted out. “wow, we’re doing way better than i thought we would’ve.” you gave him a curious look. “not that i didn’t think you’d do good, i meant-“ you cut him off by laughing. “you really are my brother aren’t you?” he went quiet. “about that.” you moved your head up to look at him. “i guess we should talk about it.” he nodded in agreement. snape approached your table. “since you two like to do a lot of chatting, we’ll test your potion. snape stuck a dropper in the potion and poured it onto a round item covered in warts. slowly but surely, the warts popped away. “perhaps you’re not as incompetent as i thought.” was all he said before leaving the cauldron and dismissing you both.

you and harry spent the rest of potions and a bit of lunch sitting outside, talking about life and everything you missed out on. “so when you were thirteen- you blew up our aunt?” harry laughed harder at the memory. “harry! there you are.” hermione and ron showed up behind him. “oh- hey guys. wanna sit?” hermione gave you an uncomfortable look. “i’d love to, but i need to speak to you alone harry.” just in cue, you heard your best friends voice. “(y/n)!” you turned around and saw pansy as well as draco. “it’s fine, i have to go anyway. see you later.” you hugged your brother and you both split off. “finally talked to him?” pansy questioned. “yeah. it felt good.” she smiled as a response and the three of you settled on hanging out near the lank for the remainder of lunch. you didn’t catch it, but draco smiled at your happiness.

one week till halloween. you were more upset than happy, but harry wasn’t too effected, but he’s known the truth for 4 years. you found out last month. since it was a weekend, the hogwarts students were roaming about, chatting about their plans for the big night. your friends apologized to you, explaining that they all had detention early morning with mcgonagall. well- all but one. draco walked up to you in the common room and sat beside you. over the past month you and draco became even closer than before. you found yourself having a lot of alone time with him, learning new things about the boy every time. the more you learned a the more interested you became, and before you knew it; you were slowly falling for draco malfoy.

“hey.” you chimed. “do you want to go for a walk?” he said after a minute of silence. you noticed he wasn’t making eye contact with you. you set down your book slowly. finally he looked at you, curious why you were taking so long to answer. “are you bloody deaf? i asked if you wanted to go for a walk.” you giggled while nodding. “yes-yes, i just love hearing how sassy you get. cmon.” you left first and you could hear draco mumbling something along the lines of ‘i’m not sassy...’ under his breath. you thought he was adorable.

the two of you ended up at the lake. it became a usual hangout spot for you and your friends. you did things like talk the day away, finish homework and especially practice magic here. there was a small patch of flowers in the grass- that’s how you identified your spot. as you and draco relaxed you flicked your wand, a flower now blooming in your hand. “..you love that spell.” he said, interrupting his last sentence. you looked at him, moving your body so that you were facing him. “guess i do.” you hummed softly, leaning forward to tuck the chrysanthemum behind his ear. he looked at you like you had three heads- was he not used to kind gestures? “that looks nice next to your hair.” you commented. his confused gaze stuck. you ignored it and continued swishing your wand, anxious that you may have done something wrong. just then, draco let out a sigh. “goddamnit.” he sounded defeated. “what’s wrong?” you asked. he finally looked at you normally, but this time he looked sad. “you. this is all your fault, you know that? i’m supposed to be this cold hearted, asshole type of guy. i wasn’t going to let myself get soft for some girl, especially an american.” you had no idea where he was going with this. the more he spoke, the more nervous you got. is he saying he doesn’t want to be friends? “but you’re so kind, and smart. you care so much about your friends and those you love. how could i not like you? and you being gorgeous is just a bonus...” you could not believe what you were hearing. was he admitting to having feelings for you? the silence scared him, so you spoke up. “are you saying what i think you’re saying?” he winced. “bloody hell, i’m saying i like you, you dimwit!” so you were right. “well..i like you too, draco?” he widened his eyes and tilted his head as if to say, ‘really?’ “yes, you dimwit.” you mocked. he chuckled and pulled out his wand. “hold out your hands and close your eyes.” you did as he asked, feeling something sprout in your palms. “open.” when you did, what appeared to be a flower crown (made up from chrysanthemums) rested in your hands. you gasped from joy, lifting it up so you could get a better look at it. “i love it.” you spoke. “(y/n)...would you ever consider being my girlfriend?” you felt time stop. draco really wanted you to be his girlfriend. “yes!” you said happily. he beamed back at you, looked at the flower-clad ground and smiling even brighter. “cool.” he chuckled. “cool.” you responded.

a few days later when you finally got the chance, you ran to your dorm to write to lena and gina. they were gonna flip! just as you planted the wax seal, you heard screaming coming from outside your door. there was pansy, bursting in and hugging you. “you’re dating draco?! oh my god!” she squealed. you laughed at the excitement. “yes! it’s amazing isn’t it?” you said. “yes! oh i’m so excited, my two best friends- dating!!!” pansy smiled greatly. “i’m going to the owlery, would you-“ “DRACO! take your girlfriend to the owlery!” you shook your head at pansy, bidding her goodbye and leaving with draco.

“who are you sending this to?” draco questioned as you attached the letter to the owls leg. “my friends back in america.” you stared as the owl flew away, farther and father, until it was out of sight. suddenly you felt a hand wrap around your waist- draco was looking at you with heart eyes. “what?” you laughed. “you’re just...really gorgeous.” you blushed hard. you didn’t even notice that you were staring at draco’s lips- and he was staring back. you both leaned in closer and one of his plate hands cupped your cheek. “can i kiss you?” he whispered so quietly you weren’t even sure you heard it. still, you nodded and he closed the gap. his lips were as soft as clouds, fitting like a missing puzzle piece with yours. you could’ve stayed like that forever; just you and him. but all good things must come to an end, right? “(y/n)?” the voice of your brother alarmed you, making you break away from draco. “potter.” draco spat. “get away from her!” harry ran to pull you away from him, standing in front of you as if draco was going to hurt you. “harry what are you doing?” you whined, moving him out of the way so now you were in between the boys. the way the two boys looked at each other- you knew there was some history you haven’t discovered. “protecting you? you don’t know what he could’ve brought you up here for!” draco looked at you; he was extremely annoyed. “harry, draco’s my boyfriend. i’m fine..” harry’s mouth hung open, eyes flickering from you to draco and back again. “potter, is there a problem?” draco asked in his usual sassy voice. “let’s see; you’re dating my sister, why would we have a problem malfoy?” shit.

harry stormed away out of rage. the walk back to the common rooms was silent. your head was too full to talk. you had just reconnected with harry, were you going to ruin it all just by being with draco? you really likes the blonde, but was he worth ruining your new founded family? “what are you thinking about?” he spoke finally. you snapped out of your gaze, shaking your head. “nothing.” “no, i know you’re thinking. you get all quiet when you think.” he knew you well, which made you feel a little better. “i think harry’s mad at me. i just met him and he already hates me.” draco cupped your cheeks, making you look at him. “listen to me- he does not hate you. you’re his sister, his only family. he couldn’t hate you.” you smiled in his hands. you told him you’d meet him back in the common room later. you had to find harry.

you walked around the castle for what felt like an hour, finally finding him in an empty classroom on the third floor. you entered silently. he was sitting on a desk with his back facing you. “hi.” you choked out. harry turned around and said nothing when he saw you. you took it upon yourself to sit next to him. “harry-“ “do you like him? like, actually like him?” you thought about it for a moment. you considered lying, maybe that’ll make him hate you less. but you knew he’d eventually find out and it’s only make things worse. “yeah. i do.” harry put his face in his hands. “not only are you a slytherin but you’re dating my sworn enemy.” he shook his head and laughed while saying it. “hey!” you said while playfully shoving him. the laughter died and you sat in sad silence again. “i don’t me being with draco to mess up our relationship.” harry but his lip in thought. “is there anything i could do to make it up to you?” you pleaded. an idea popped into your head. you pulled out your wand and swished it- a flower wreath following. “chrysanthemums?” harry asked, taking the wreath into his hands. you smiled. “yeah.” he put the wreath on his head as a joke, but it brushed some of his hair out of his forehead on the way. “i meant to ask you about the scar.” “what about it?” he said. you moves your shirt down, exposing the lightning bolt scar on your chest. “blimey.” he looked very shocked. “i don’t really know what this means.” you whispered. harry shook his head, implying he didn’t either. “are we alright then?” harry fidgeted with the wreath. it dawned upon him that no- he couldn’t stay mad at you. you’re the only family he has left. “i guess.”

over the next week you magras to patch things up with harry and draco well enough to celebrate halloween in peace. the feast was ravishing. you ate so many sweets that you couldn’t imagine having back in america. as per usual you sat with the slytherins- but something was telling you u that you should be with harry. so without a second though you turned to draco, “what do you think of eating with harry?” he almost spit out his pumpkin juice. “you brother hates me (y/n), you know that.” he knew you were going to get your way, but he was trying to convince you not to. your mind was made up. “he’ll have to deal with it.” let’s just say gryffindor wasn’t too fond of having slytherins at their table.

being draco’s girlfriend was a blessing. he showered you with gifts, affection, appreciation. you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. there was never a time where you doubted his feelings for you. now was one of them. you two were in his dorm, listening to the soft, low music coming from his record player. you were both just gazing at the ceiling while wrapped in each other’s arms. it’s not that you didn’t love lazy days with draco- you certainly did. you just really wanted to do something right now. “draco?” you finally said. “hmm?” you loved when he responded with a hum. you couldn’t explain why, but it made you go all fuzzy inside. “i wanna do something fun,” you flipped over so you were hovering above him now. he scrunched his brows. “like what?” you thought about it. what could two, 15 year olds do at one in the morning? “wanna sneak into the kitchens?” he burst out in laughter. you wanted to ask him what was so funny, but with a smile like that? you had to laugh with him. “alright- alright. let’s go.” so that’s how you two ended up there, pajamas and all. everything would’ve gone fine if draco would’ve just worn shoes. “bloody hell!” he screamed, dropping all the snacks. draco stubbed his toe on a nearby cart, and of course he had to be dramatic about it. “draco hush!-“ but it was too late. the lights turned on and the house elves caught you, immediately reporting to filch.

you never wished draco wasn’t such a diva more than right now. your saturday was being stolen by detention. even though you were with him, the detention was being watched by snape and you weren’t risking it again. you checked the clock; still two hours? god, you were gonna be here forever if something didn’t happen- “professor!” it was dolores umbridge, dressed in all pink, stumbling through the door. “yes, professor?” snape sneered. she straightened herself up and spoke in her high voice, “there are difficulties with some gryffindor student i could use some assistance with.” she said. “is there anyone else you can ask? i’m preoccupied at the moment..” she giggled. “yes, but i’m sure these students will listen to you.” umbridge looked at you and draco, obviously noticing the green color on your robes. “besides. i’m sure they’ve learned their lesson- haven’t you, children?” you both nodded frantically. “you’re dismissed.” you and draco shot up, not asking any questions and only daring to speak once they were both out of ear shot. “you’re an idiot, you know that?” you told him, playfully (but not really) shoving him to the side. he took your hand and put it in his, smirking to himself more than at you. “‘m your idiot.” rolled your eyes at the blonde. he really was.

before you knew it, the school year was passing by. you and harry were going to america along with some other friends to visit your home. ron was a nervous reck on the plane, not understanding why muggles put themselves through this torture. finally the four of you landed, slowly but surely making it through security and such. that’s when you spotted your two best friends- from miles away, at that. you ran towards them at full speed, almost toppling then over when you embraced them. “i missed you so much!” lena shouted. “i missed you too! god i have so many stories- oh! i need to introduce you to some people!” you face palmed, completely forgetting about your guests. “this-“ you grabbed harry’s arm and shoved him in front of you. “-is harry.” your friends gave you the exact same look; ‘is he..?’ you nodded. “erm- pleasure to meet you. i’m her brother.” both their eyes went wide, and they both hopped on him. “anna is going to go crazy! two potters- wow! she’s already had enough with toria let me tell you-“ “gina!” you scolded. she just laughed. “ah yes, this is ron, he hated me when i first met him.” ron threw his arms up. “you’re a slytherin, what’d you expect?” you hit him in the head as a response. you also ignored how lena ogled ron. then, you felt your boyfriends long arm snake around your waste and press a chaste kiss to your head. “it’s not as bad as i thought it’d be here.” he commented. “and this my dear friends; is draco. my boyfriend.” draco smiled kindly and held out his hand. they both shook it. harry rolled his eyes in annoyance. then you saw her. “anna!” you’ve done a lot of screaming today, you noticed. harry showed up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder. “who’s that?”

harry almost cried when he found out he had a guardian. he had told you about sirius, but he sadly passed away. it’s like he was getting a second chance. anna took you all home in her van (ron getting even more nervous now). right now, all of you sat in anna’s back yard. “did you learn anything cool over there? new spells?” gina inquired. you smirked, pulling out your wand and preforming the spell you’ve mastered this school year.

“chrysanthemums?”

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Doodlewash April 2021 prompt 20: Roses

Songfic using Black Roses by Aviators.

The color black has often been synonymous with death and mourning and is usually used at funerals. But black roses do have a more positive meaning as well. They can stand for the beginning of new things and major change.

Reminder 93-10-01 = Tommy 83-11-03 = Hannahxxrose 93-08-02 = CupToast/Crumb 66-16-01 = Plushys 09-10-01 = Purpled

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We are husks

Plushys had been trapped in the warehouse on 1889 Coral Lane, not that she knew where she was, for eight months now. When she was taken it no one took her nail file off of her person. She hid it in her hair when she was forced to change into the warehouse uniform.

She got two meals a day, and she started a tally on the wall. At every other meal, another tally was put on the wall with her nail file.

But the tallies were very much racking up. She was tried. She wanted to go home.

After five months she was given a cellmate; 83-11-03, Hannah Rose. Hannah was a street rat. She grew up fighting for her place in the world. She clawed her way to get what she had; only for it to be ripped away by a group of men and a white van.

After Plushys made her new tally on Hannah’s first day she offered the girl the nail file. Hannah made her first mark, and settled in for the long run.

Plushys and Hannah were placed in the same fighting ability category. They’ve been pitted against each other a few times.

The people in charge of the fighting ring have a few wants. They make money by keeping the bettors as patrons. And the way to do that is to have a suspenseful fight. Plushys and Hannah deliver on the wants of the criminals.

Hannah was a street rat. Plushys was the twin sister of a vigilante. They knew how to fight. They knew how to make an event.

They had learned how to riff off each other. They could fight to the brink of the end only to comeback down in a way that was satisfying for the audience and kept up the suspense. They did this for a few reasons: one, they didn’t want to hurt each other; two, they needed to keep the criminals happy; three, the longer they went on for, the more time the other kids could rest up and get in the mindset; and four, it was a little fun when neither party cared too much.

“66-16-01 v. 83-11-03!”

Plushys caught 5up’s eye in the crown. “Please get us out of here,” her eyes begged.

Hannah threw the first punch. She was so ready to get out of here.

Alive but barely breathing

Crumb was not okay. She just wasn’t. She may have been born in District 93 but she was privileged by their standards. She had a loving mother and father and a stable live. She wasn’t built for fighting.

The only thing keeping her afloat and winning was her fear instincts driving her. And a few lessons by Hannah and Tommy during whatever downtime they could squeeze out.

If she doesn’t fight, her opponent was going to break her; literally.

Just because she could didn’t mean she liked it. She was forever grateful that Hannah and her cellmate 66-16-01 took forever to finish up. It gave her time to collect herself and to hind in her mind palace. She could hide away and repress the memories once all this was over.

Hannah suggested it to her. Tommy cautioned that one day the walls would fall and the memories would hit her like a freight train.

Crumb didn’t have the capacity; she was already going through so much trauma. What was a little more after the fact?

Sure she trusted them with her life, but she wanted her parents to help her feel completely safe to break.

The gong sounded. Hannah had 66-16-01 in a chokehold and the latter had tapped out. Crumb should really learn her name.

“And next to the mat 93-08-02 v. 87-08-01!”

Hannah offered 66-16-01 her hand. She ruffled Crumb’s hair in a comforting way as they passed.

The two eight year old girls bowed to each other; shaking, the both of them. “Meri.”

“Crumb.”

Crumb was not okay. But she had to be. She had to keep going.

Sometimes we pull ourselves together

If Hannah and Plushys’ version of rebellion was to play with their food and drag their fights out for just shy of too long. Then Tommy’s act of defiance was beating his opponents in as little time as possible. Even that one time he was given a fight against eight people, he was done with them all in about five minutes.

That year Tommy spent living in alleyways really helped here.

He rolled his shoulders up straight in the ring, six moaning bodies on the floor, bruises forming on his skin. The others looking much worse than he did.

He was honestly surprised that none of them were bleeding. Wasn’t that a pleasant thought?

He stood there, breathing heavy, for a moment. An uncomfortably long moment. Like they were waiting to see is any of his opponents was going to get up and fight back.

The gong sounded.

Tommy stared defiantly at the audience, unblinking, as aids put the six other kids on stretchers and got them medical attention.

“93-10-01 wins another match.”

But our efforts fade away

With every trip to the Warehouse on 1889 Coral Lane for intel, 5up hates his father more and more.

That man saw no problem with whatever was going on here.

In fact, now that he was going to the fights with his father, the man was paying more attention to him than he had in years. 5up hated it. He hated everything about this.

At least he now knew for sure what kind of person he needed to be to get his father’s approval. A guide on what not to do.

5up stared back at 93-10-01. This kid. This kid. He had so much spirit, and he was using it to fuel his rage.

5up could tell that 93-10-01 was tried. That he wanted to go home. Soon.

Soon. They were in the final stages of planning. They had a big enough team. They’d only need to hold out a little longer.

“93-10-01 wins another match.”

5up half-raised his hand, signaling he would be cashing out.

93-10-01 turned his head away and walked off.

We are dust

Plushys, Hannah, Tommy, and Crumb sat together in the children’s canteen.

“I hate him,” Tommy said.

“Who?”

“Mr. Nicchi Jr.”

“Give him time,” Pushys said. “This is a big job.”

“I know.” Tommy look at Crumb. He put some of his greens onto her place. “I don’t know how much longer we can hold you though.”

“I know.”

“And he’s a bettor.”

“He has too,” Plushys said. “It’s his cover. He can’t come in here and just demand they let everybody go. It’ll be more intense than that.”

“I know.”

“I promise he’s a vigilante.”

Tommy swallowed his food. He glanced at Hannah out the corner of his eye. “I trust you.” He took another bite. “I have too.”

Plushys looked around the canteen. She stabbed her fork into a softened carrot and held it above her head. “A toast. To eight months.”

Tommy raised a fork as well. “To three.”

Crumbling by the moment

“To three.” Hannah raised her fork and carrot as well. She ate the steamed vegetable and went back to longingly looking around.

Her spirit was falling.

But it shouldn’t be.

She was a street rat. She knew how to do this. She knew how to fight and she knew how to win.

She was very close to breaking down and lashing out, but that didn’t go well for the last kid that did that.

Hannah was tried. She felt dead. She didn’t want to do this anymore. She wants to leave, but she can’t.

Even if the door is right there.

The door outside was right next to her and Plushys’ cell. They had a nail file. They could break the bars.

But she can’t leave everyone else behind.

We try to push away the ending

“93-10-01.”

“What?”

The guard gestured to the food tray in front of Tommy.

“Right.” Tommy stood up. “I’ll see you guys next time.”

“Bye Tommy.”

“Just hold on a little longer.”

“We’ll be fine.”

Tommy grabbed another tray for Purpled and made his way down to room 322.

“Hey.”

Purpled grunted.

“I do not understand why they have this gag on you.”

Purpled shrugged. He jokingly try to bite Tommy three seconds later though.

“Hey. Without me you wouldn’t eat.”

Purpled gasped. “You would never do that to me would you?”

This was nice; both of them pretend that they aren’t kidnapping children and just two bros hanging out. Ignoring that Tommy was fork feeding Purpled food, as they still had him chained up.

“So when are you breaking us out?” Purpled asks.

“What? Where did that came from?”

“Seems like something you’d do.”

“I mean yeah.” Tommy looked down at the food. He lowered his voice, “Someone’s coming to help us.”

“I hope so.” Purpled looked away from Tommy’s fork. “Punz will come for me.”

“Yeah,” Tommy said distractedly. He honestly didn’t know if he should tell Purpled that there was a group of vigilantes coming to get them, the heroes. He was a posh upper ten boy, what would be think? ”Purpled? What do you think about vigilantes?”

Purpled took a bite of his food and thought about it while he chewed. “Vigilantes are unregulated menaces that try to do good.” Purpled tipped his head forward. “They do good. They do good, I know that.”

“You know that? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ve seen the records. Heroes have notes on every problem creator – that they know of. But there are different categories between vigilantes and dipshits.”

“Dipshits?”

“Well that’s not what they’re called in the system. It’s more formal. But, like. vigilantes create problems for heroes, and dipshits create problems for vigilantes. Those guys can’t really be called really villains can they?”

“No. No they aren’t. Usually just the local robber.”

Purpled laughed. “The local robber?”

“Yeah. That’s a thing that exists in the lower districts.”

“You ever seen a local robber?”

“Sure. Had to hide behind a few shelves at the grocery store. Dude had a gun.”

“What the hell?”

“Just because District 9 is little crime free doesn’t mean the rest of us get that.”

“What the hell?”

“People gotta do what they gotta do.”

“And that doesn’t get reported?”

“Purpled if every single crime was reported to Hero HQ the whole system would collapse in on its self because of how many things they would have to deal with.”

“But-“

“Purpled. Vigilantes keep us safe.”

“Heroes keep us crime free,” Pured countered.

“And poverty keeps me the local thief in my area.”

“You’re what? Don’t vigilantes get called on you?”

“Nah. I’m just a kid. I don’t need much and I’m not messy about it. There are so many other kids doing that as well. They don’t really care.”

“What does that mean?”

“Literally all the food stalls just give out extra produce that’s going to go bad at the end of the day so they don’t have to worry about thieves during the day.”

“What?” Purpled’s mind was exploding the more Tommy told him about how he lived.

“Loose the same amount of coins but there’s no crime going on. And the food is already almost bad anyways so it’s going to get thrown out.”

“Why would you give out rotting food to children?”

“They don’t give out rotting food!” Tommy defended. “People just don’t buy the strawberry’s that are four days old when fresh ones are right there on the table. And even if the food is almost going bad, it’s going to get eaten that night so it doesn’t really matter.”

Purpled opened the closed his mouth a couple times. “I hope Captain comes for me.”

“Captain?” Tommy offered Purpled another bite of his dinner.

“Captain Sparklez? Lives in District 87?”

“Oh that guy. He helps vigilantes sometimes I’ve heard. He’s probably coming.”

“It’s going to be a group of vigilantes isn’t it? Punz isn’t coming for me?”

Tommy decided that honestly was the best policy. “I don’t know.”

And black roses fall the same

Hannah and Plushys both added another tally to their calendars.

Hannah started to file away at the bars on the cell wall. It might be helpful when they were finally able to get out of here.

Hannah looked at the black roses growing through the cracks in their exterior wall.

“We’re getting out of here.”

“We will be free,” Plushys added.

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the-13th-rose · 2 years

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Helluva Boss: In Desire We Trust - Chapter 2 ~ Initiation

Thorny gets a much-needed makeover and learns about her new job while meeting a few of her coworkers.

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Characters in this chapter: Thorny (oc), Ozzie/Asmodeus, Christine (oc), Fizzarolli

This fic is not suitable for minors. It features frequent sexual references, strong language, alcohol use, and occasionally, violence and potentially triggering subject matter. (I'll warn for those last two when they actually appear)

Word count: 3,688

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“So...what’s first on the agenda?” Thorny asked.

“Well, before we can get you started on anything, you’ve gotta get cleaned up and out of those ratty clothes,” Ozzie replied, gesturing casually to her attire.

“Ratty?” Thorny repeated, confused, until she happened to look down at herself and at last really see the state of her clothes. Her top and pants were both quite thoroughly shredded, and unsettlingly, stained with blood. “OH MY GOD!” Thorny exclaimed, shocked by the sight of herself. “How...how did I not notice that? Y-you just performed an entire song with me looking like this!”

Ozzie chuckled for a moment. “Relax, nobody saw you besides me and Fizzy. Hardly any sinner looks good on their first day in Hell. We’ll get this sorted out.”

Thorny briefly wondered who “Fizzy” was, but then she recalled the jester demon who’d told her to stop being a pussy, and figured that must’ve been him. Still looking at her clothes, she realized the blood was hers. Holy shit... she thought, breathing faster. This is real. I’m actually fucking dead, I--

“Why don’t you look at me for now, Thorny?” Ozzie spoke up, calling her attention away from her bloody clothes. “Don’t want you passin’ out on me again.”

Thorny tried to steady herself. “S-sorry...” she said breathlessly, shaking her head. “You’re...royalty, right? Should I bow or...curtsy when I talk to you, or something?”

Ozzie vanished in a small cloud of blue smoke, and appeared behind her, now shorter, closer to perhaps eight feet tall. His voice made Thorny look back over her shoulder. “To some of the other Sins, maybe...but I don’t care much for formalities,” he replied casually. “Though, I liked how you called me ‘Sir’ back there. Usually I just get ‘Boss’...” He leaned towards her with a smirk on all three of his faces. “Or ‘Daddy’.”

Thorny felt her cheeks warm up again, and stood up from her seat, still a bit unsteady. She felt like she was starting to get the hang of her new legs, though. “Are you...really sure I’m right for this place?” she found herself asking him. “I mean...virgin thing aside, smut was never really my passion. I only specialized in it because people were more willing to pay me for it.”

Ozzie’s smirk faded. “You signed the contract, didn’t you?” he replied, stepping closer to her still and poking her face to punctuate his words--first her forehead, then her nose, then her cheek, and finally her lips. “That means I’ve hired you and you. Can’t. Take it. Back.” He straightened back up, arms folded across his broad chest. His smile returned. “Besides, I like your spirit--and your body--so I wanna give you a fair chance before I consider firing you.”

Thorny tried not to seem as flustered as she felt, but it was hopeless. “I just don’t think you thought this through very well,” she replied, looking at the floor.

“Nope,” Ozzie replied, surprising her a little. “But you don’t get to be the embodiment of lust by thinking ahead,” he said with a smile, placing a hand beneath Thorny’s chin and walking back behind his desk, letting the soft hand slowly and enticingly leave its place on her as it returned to its owner.

He returned to his taller form, but Thorny opted to stay standing. “Now, I’m gonna have Christine help you with the cleanup. I got other shit to do. She��s kinda the ‘boss bitch’ of the succubi around here.”

“’Christine’?” Thorny repeated. “That’s...an ironic name for a demon.”

“You’d be surprised,” Ozzie replied. “Some of us down here are just as horny for angels as people like you are for demons.”

The sound of heeled boots upon the floor called Thorny’s attention back towards the door. In walked a pale demon perhaps only a little shorter than the jester demon had been, ram horns adorning her head and scarlet, well-curled hair falling down her back. She had four yellow eyes positioned in pairs of two on either side of her face, the two in each pair positioned vertically from each other. She wore a red leather jacket and a black low-neckline top beneath, tight black jeans leading into black steel-toed boots. She had a long spade-tipped tail and a pair of small, red batlike wings were tucked against her back.

“So~,” the succubus cooed, flashing sharp metallic teeth as she spoke. “This is the new girl who had Big Ozzie so excited...” She chuckled. “Cute little thing, ain’t she?” Christine’s gaze moved from Thorny to Ozzie. “Hell of a lot cuter than Fizz.”

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” Ozzie replied, sounding a bit ticked off by her comment. “You good to take it from here?”

“Sure am,” Christine replied, still grinning. She leaned down a bit and took a hold of Thorny’s wrist. “Come on, little mama~...” she sneered, tugging Thorny along behind her.

“Y’all have fun,” Ozzie called to them as they left. “Oh, and Thorny? If by some miracle you wind up having sex, I wanna know every~ little detail.”

Thorny felt the need to hide her flushed face. It wasn’t that she was uncomfortable with the suggestive nature of everyone’s comments thus far, rather that she simply didn’t know how to handle them. She’d spent her whole life as someone considered undesirable by most of her peers, and her self-esteem had been sent six feet under long before her body had. She’d always found herself far more attracted to nonhuman figures in art and media than humans in general, but this was still a lot to take in, especially for someone so unaccustomed to being called anything remotely close to “attractive”. She figured she’d have to get used to it fast, if she hoped to get by well enough down here.

“You new to Lust, Thorny?” Christine asked, leading her across the floor of what Thorny figured was the main part of the club for entertaining customers.

“Y-yeah,” Thorny replied without much confidence to her voice. “I’m really not from around here.” That was an understatement.

“Well, don’t sweat it,” Christine replied, patting the new girl on the back. “I know this place seems intimidating, but the folks who work here are a lot more welcoming than they look. And don’t worry about Ozzie. He’s huge, but he’s a teddy bear. Hardly ever loses his temper with the workers, and only bans folks for causing trouble. Stuff like harassing the workers or starting fights, that kind of thing.”

“Oh,” Thorny muttered. “That’s...good to know.”

“What’s your bust by the way, hon?”

“Huh?” Thorny was caught a bit off guard by the question. “O-oh...um...f-forty double D.”

“No shit?” Christine looked her over. “I’m a 42. Huh, we’re almost titty-twins.”

Thorny failed to stifle a laugh. “Speaking of busts, the boss has a lot to offer there...doesn’t he?”

Christine laughed. “I getcha, it’s hard not to stare a little. He’s got a bigger rack than any succubus down here!”

Thorny laughed as well. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it! I--I want to just be buried in there!”

“You ain’t the first to say that,” Christine remarked, leading her into another room down a hallway behind the main area. “And I doubt you’ll be the last.” She turned and shut the door once they were inside, then clapped her hands once. “Alright, strip down and get yourself cleaned up in that shower before you scare the clients off lookin’ like roadkill.” She paused, and looked a bit confused. “Come to think of it, how come you showed up here lookin’ like that, anyhow? You come in from Wrath or something?”

“Uh, well--” Thorny began, but Christine dismissed her with a shake of her head.

“Don’t matter, anyhow. Just get cleaned up.”

Thorny turned back to the shower and started pulling the tattered clothes from her body. She grimaced as she looked over them, trying not to imagine how her body must have looked back on the surface. She unceremoniously chucked them into a pile beside the shower, realizing she probably wouldn’t be able to salvage them.

Maybe none of this is real... she thought as she stepped under the stream of water from the showerhead. It was already warm. It actually felt downright pleasurable against her skin. She sighed contentedly at its touch. Maybe I’m at a hospital somewhere, and this is my last dying dream...

Thorny once again looked over her new body, orange-reddish skin and curly brown fur--no, more like fleece--upon her lower half. Black cloven hooves and a short fluffy brown tail that she was able to wiggle a little when she focused on it. Short claws had grown in from the tips of her fingers. She felt a pit in the center of her chest. Swallowing hard, she tried to forget about it.

Whatever it is, I’m dead either way. So...there’s no need to be nervous anymore. Thorny stepped out from the shower and began drying herself off with a soft purple towel. “There’s nowhere lower to go from here. Be bold...dominate,” she whispered to herself.

“Who we dominatin’?” Christine’s voice made her jump.

“Wha--?” Thorny cried, surprised.

“Well, it just surprises me, I didn’t take you for the dominatrix type. On account of you being short, and pudgy, and having the cutest fluffy ass~”

“Th-that’s not what I--”

“Look, I ain’t sayin’ someone like you can’t be a dom, all I’m sayin’ is that you just scream submissive.”

“Christine, I--” Thorny stammered. “I’m not either of those things. At least, I don’t really know, anyway. I’m a virgin.”

Christine blinked, surprised and confused. “You’re shittin’ me.”

“Why is everyone so surprised by that?!”

“...Have you looked around? You’re in the Lust Ring. Hardly anybody here’s a virgin, and most of those are just underaged.” She snickered a bit. “Virgin? Shouldn’t you be gettin’ sacrificed on an altar somewhere? What in Heaven is a blushing little virgin like you doing in a place like Ozzie’s?!”

“I-I don’t--” Thorny fumbled with her words. “I died just earlier today! A truck hit me. And when I opened my eyes, I was here, and your giant--admittedly very attractive, but intimidatingly massive--boss was standing in front of me. And before I knew it, he was offering me a job here. I mean, what was I supposed to do?! Shut him down? I don’t know the first THING about living in Hell, I’d rather start off with a job than...than nothing.”

Christine blinked again, her mouth slightly agape. “...I knew it.” She swore under her breath. “I knew it, I fuckin’ knew it! I thought you being covered in bloody torn clothes was weird! But that doesn’t...”

“What’s so weird about that? Didn’t the boss tell you?” Thorny asked.

“Ozzie didn’t tell you?!”

“Tell me what?!”

“Sinners ain’t allowed in the other rings,” Christine replied. “If you’re found out by Lucifer, there’ll be actual literal Hell to pay. And there’s no way for sinners to leave the Pride Ring, unless--OZZIE!”

“What?!” Thorny demanded. “What did he do?!”

“He must’ve dragged you down here. That sly royal son of a--GRAH!” Christine snarled, oddly sounding akin to the revving of an engine. “Oh, he is gonna be hearing from me. But you don’t need to worry about that. This ain’t your fault.”

“Am...I going to get in trouble for this?” Thorny asked nervously.

“No, don’t even worry about that. We’ll get this sorted out.” She sighed, still angrily muttering under her breath. “Just get yourself dressed for now. The customers ain’t supposed to see you nude until they start shelling out.”

“What do I do then?”

“...I guess you can just stand around for now. Ain’t like you’ll hurt anything, and you could easily pass for an imp--albeit one who don’t shave.”

With that, Christine walked off and left Thorny alone.

Thorny turned to a clothes rack standing by the wall, and tried to find the least revealing combination available. Eventually, she settled on a white button-up sleeveless top and a knee-length black leather skirt. Conveniently, the skirt had a hole for her tail to slip through. The perks of demon fashion, she supposed.

“HEY--” a rough voice called out jovially from right behind her, pretty much scaring the afterlife out of her. “Thorny, right?”

Thorny turned around to see the jester demon from earlier standing over her with a wide, sharp-toothed grin on his painted face. He was holding out one metallic hand towards her in a greeting. “U-um...yeah...” Thorny replied, still a bit shaken.

He scowled slightly when she wouldn’t shake his hand, but seemed to brush it off with grace. “Welcome to Ozzie’s! The name’s Fizzarolli--kinda a big deal around here, which you’d know if you weren’t just some dead chick.”

“Oh...” Thorny nervously put one leg behind the other. “Well...it’s nice to meet you. I’ve um...had a pretty crazy day, but it’s nice that everyone’s been pretty nice so far. I was kind of scared before, but--”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Fizzarolli dismissed her. “So, Thorny, what’re you into?”

“...What?”

He leaned in closer, smiling smugly and cocking his head to one side. “Come on~, you signed on to work at a sex club, you used to write smut--what kinda freaky shit do you get off on? I want details.”

“Uh...” Thorny took a step back. “Monsters, I guess? I’m not really attracted to humans--”

“Well~, isn’t that convenient for ya? Now you’re surrounded by sexy demons.” He followed her as she backed up, getting right up in her face. “Come on, there’s gotta be something else you like. Butt stuff, piss play, bondage? You look like the kind who likes getting filled up--or maybe feet? I won’t judge. Unless you’ve got a shame kink. In which case, you’re a disgusting, degenerate, worthless--”

“I-I really don’t know, I haven’t really tried much--” Thorny tried to dissuade him. “I don’t--really know when I’ll be ready to try something, either, so--”

The jester laughed. “That’s your answer?! Come on, how’s someone like you supposed to work here?”

. . .

“Come on, how’s someone like her supposed to work here?” Christine stood before Ozzie with her arms folded across her chest. “If Lucifer finds out you took one of his sinners, he’ll be pissed! Not to mention what could happen if Heaven finds out. Doesn’t this violate the treaty?!”

“That’s why nobody but me, you, and Fizz are allowed to know,” Ozzie replied. “She’ll pass for a hybrid imp just fine. There’s plenty of caprine demons down here to explain the other parts.”

“I just--” Christine was nearly speechless. “This is a terrible idea! You are putting so damn much at stake for this!”

“Yeah, that’s what Fizz said.” Ozzie leaned back in his chair and took a sip from a glass filled with a drink that resembled a starry sky. “It was a couple of workers who gave me the idea. Granted, they were drunk as fuck at the time, but I’ve never considered that a good reason to ignore an idea. They called me over to read something from the surface ‘net and--I got hooked.” He shrugged. “She’s lacking in experience, but the girl knows how to inspire lust.”

“How’d you even know she was gonna die today?” Christine pressed. “You didn’t send someone up to take her out, did you?”

Ozzie spat out his drink. “No, no--are you kidding? No! I don’t--I don’t do that shit. I don’t even like getting sacrifices!” he replied hastily. “Belphegor brought it up two weeks ago. Said he got a vision.”

Christine huffed. “You’re gonna scare her with all this. She’s out of her element down here.”

“I’m givin’ her time to adjust. For now, she’ll be working with any team that needs her. And I wanna see what she can do, so I’m gonna let her write. She might be able to publish it if it’s good enough.”

“You’ve really got a thing for this dead girl, don’t you?” Christine scoffed. “You won’t be able to just pay Lucy off like you did with Mammon, y’know.”

“Look, it ain’t like that, I just--”

The door slammed open, and Thorny stood in the doorway, looking shaken. “Am I really not allowed to be here?” she asked.

Christine sighed and brought her hand to her forehead. “Here we go again...” she muttered.

Fizz was standing behind her, and he quickly stepped around her to reach Ozzie’s desk, exaggeratedly leaning against it in a manner that seemed suggestive. “Figured I’d break the news to her about how she’s gonna cause a war and all. Better she finds out now before she goes and spills her guts to everybody in Lust.”

“Oh, stuff a plug in it, Fizz!” Christine snarled.

“Maybe later,” muttered the jester and the prince of lust in unison.

“Look, I...I really don’t like this.” Thorny protested. “I just...don’t want to be posing so much of a threat.”

“Thorny, nothing’s gonna happen as long as you keep this on the low,” Ozzie said. “You got lucky, you already look like a hybrid imp.”

“But I--I just don’t--!”

“You’ll be fine,” he insisted. “Come on, I’ll even get some of that smut published for you if it’s good enough.”

“...Really?” He’d finally gotten through again. “I...guess I did sign that contract.” She sighed. “Alright...fine. I’m already dead, anyhow.”

“Great,” he replied with a smile, before waving Christine off. “You can go, Chris. I’ll take it from here.”

Christine left the room with an exasperated huff, her boots clacking against the floor.

To Thorny’s surprise, the jester demon stuck around, pulling himself up onto Ozzie’s shoulder in seconds with the use of his mechanical limbs. He stuck his tongue out at her from his perch.

What’s his problem? Thorny wondered to herself, but decided against mentioning it. “So...now that I’m stuck down here...where am I supposed to stay?”

“Well, unless you want your own place, I’m cool with letting you crash at my palace.”

Fizz shot him a look of surprise, shock and--maybe even betrayal? Thorny was equally floored by the offer, even finding herself stumbling back a step or two. “W-what do you mean? Don’t you live here?”

The prince erupted into laughter. “SHE THINKS I JUST LIVE HERE!” he cackled.

Fizz briefly joined him with a rather insincere laugh, then shot Thorny another glare. He looked like he wanted her to drop dead. Granted, she was already dead, but that wasn’t stopping him.

When the prince caught his breath, he leaned forward a bit across his desk. “The club don’t open until later tonight, so for now you’re gonna spend the rest of your first day in Hell at my place. Nothin’ personal, I just don’t want you gettin’ in the way before you’ve learned how this place works.”

Thorny nodded. “That um...that makes sense,” she replied. “When do we leave?”

“Limo should be waiting outside as we speak,” he replied.

“Limo?!” Thorny cried.

Another laugh. “I’m royalty, girl. You’ll get used to it.” He shifted back to his shorter form while Fizz climbed down from his shoulder. The two walked around the desk to the doorway, and after a moment, Thorny walked over to join them.

There was a feeling of worry in her chest still, despite the prince’s attempts at reassurance.

“Nice outfit, by the way,” he said as they walked, the oxen face--the one nearest to her--gave her a playful wink and stuck out its tongue.

“Oh--um...thanks.” Thorny smiled slightly, though unable to confidently meet his gaze.

. . .

Thorny stood before a large, ornate window that looked out upon a dark blue sky and the distant glow of neon lights. Her reflection stared back at her from the glass, and for the first time she noticed her new yellow eyes, emerald irises and thin black slit pupils. Her full lips parted just a bit to reveal sharp white teeth, two in the center were longer than the rest. She almost laughed a bit at the realization that her buckteeth had come to the afterlife with her.

“...Do I feel...happy? Should I?” she wondered aloud.

“You do,” Ozzie answered her, for once sounding surprisingly sincere. “You’re just a little freaked out right now. Give it time.”

Thorny turned to face the three-headed demon, feeling very small, and not just because of the obvious difference in height between them. “How can you know that?” she asked him.

“Used to be the angel of love,” he replied. “I got demoted, but I kept some of the power. I know your deepest desires. All the Sins got a skill like that. It’s why we’re so good at tempting humans.”

He stepped further into the room that was now hers, and though he had to look down on her, she didn’t feel as though he saw her as lesser. It was a bizarre mix of feelings, but she didn’t hate it. “You wanted excitement, you got it. You didn’t feel desire for your own kind, you wanted a different breed--you got it. This is what you want. Let yourself enjoy it. No point in shunning pleasure, especially now.”

“...Why did you really give all of this to me?” Thorny inquired, still doubting, still sure that something was too good to be true.

“I haven’t lied to you,” the prince replied. “I wanna see what you can do. That’s...all there is to it.”

The pause in his response made Thorny feel as though there was something he wasn’t telling her, though she wasn’t sure what. But it didn’t feel sinister.

“Well, I got a long night ahead of me,” Ozzie said, indicating the conversation was over. “Look around if you want, just--don’t break anything.” He smiled at her slightly, then turned and walked back to the doorway. “Oh, and, I was serious about finding you attractive. You ever work up the nerve to try something, gimme a call.” He snapped his fingers, and Thorny felt something manifest in her hand.

Looking down, she saw that he’d given her a phone. When Thorny looked back up, she caught him flashing her another smile from over his shoulder. “See ya around.”

#helluva boss: in desire we trust #chapter 2 #s/i thorny #chrispost #helluva boss #fizzarolli #asmodeus helluva boss #i've had the plot for this one done for like. WEEKS i just didn't have the muse for it for a while

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The Lone Wolf

Masterlist // 12

Warnings: Swearing, accidental innuendo

Word Count: 7.7k

It’s been two days since Peter and I went out to the party. We’re definitely a lot closer since that night, we haven’t talked about the... incident of me falling, but that doesn’t matter. Point is we’re closer and I’m glad.

I check my voicemail because it’s been a hot second and I need to make sure none of Team Cap have me trying to contact me. Then I see a message from the golden boy himself, I press play and listen.

“Hey kid, cad é mar atá? I’m switching to a new burner in a couple of days so call me, please. I haven’t heard from you in a bit, but Nat tells me you’re doing okay. So le do thoil a chara, chuir scairt orm. I love ya kid, talk soon.”

(how are you?)(So please my friend, call me.)

I smile, it’s refreshing to hear Irish again, it’s been a while since I called Tommy or Orlaith, I need to do that. But I need to call the old man back first, don’t want to miss the new burner number. I scroll through my contacts until I hit his name.

It almost rings out when he eventually picks up.

“What’s wrong aul’ man? Did ye take the hearin’ aids out? Couldn’t hear the phone ringing?” I tease and I hear his laughs ring down the line.

“I was sleeping, kid,” he says and I grin.

“Hey Stiofán.”

“Hey deer, what’s the craic?” he asks.

“It’s a’right, been staying with your ex-husband for a little bit now and I’ve met the Spiderling more formally. Other than that not much has happened. What about you, what’s going on wherever you are in the world?” I ask after giving him a short rundown, of course slipping in a divorce joke while I’m at it.

“I’m sticking a little close to home right now. Paraguay’s been fun but I think I’m going to have to go somewhere a little further soon. Sam’s not too far away either, I think he’s in Chile at the minute.”

“So you’ve split up?” I ask, “I thought you’d be sticking together like Nat and Wanda.”

“We did but then we almost got clocked, so we decided to split for a while. We’re changing countries every week or so and I definitely think it’ll be easier when we get to Europe, you can change countries in two hours. But I think we’ll meet up again in about a month.”

“I see. ...I wish I could be with you guys, as fun as a normal life might seem I’d much rather be on the run with yous.”

“No you don’t, kid, trust me given the chance I would jump at the opportunity to stay. This is as much for your protection as everyone else’s. I know you’re bored, and I know you hate Tony, but he’s trying to help, let him, don’t throw it away.”

I look at the ground, “Yeah, yeah no you’re right. I’m sorry, I’m taking this for granted and I shouldn’t. I just miss... everything. I miss home, I miss my da, I miss my brother, my best friend. I miss Wanda and all of you. I’m stuck in home that isn’t quite mine.”

“You are. And that sucks, but you’ll get through it. You said you met Queens, he seems about your age. How is he? You friends?”

I think back on that night, the way he saved me, “Yeah, we are friends. He’s... he- I got myself in a stupid situation and he saved me. I owe him. But beyond that he’s a good kid, I like him.”

“Good, you’re gonna need friends if you’re gonna start school again there.”

“Wait what? Oh a Dhia, I didn’t even think about starting school. Ugh, thanks for that Rogers.”

(Oh my God)

He laughs and I can practically hear the smile when he says, “Any time. Now, I gotta go soon so here’s the new burner’s number...”

He tells me the number and we talk a little more. After a few more minutes he decides that it’d be best if he hung up.

“Talk soon kid,” he says.

“Talk soon old man,” I reply and we hang up.

I sigh as I drop the phone. What kind of a selfish prick am I? He calls and all I do is complain about how I have a nice warm bed to come back to, while he’s literally on the run and can’t come back here. Gah, I hate myself.

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Tony stands nervously in the meeting room, wating for the woman to arrive, he hopes that he doesn’t mess this up. When she walks through the door his heart stops, he’s gonna have to do this and do it right. Damn Fianna for inspiring him to reach out.

“Hi,” he breathes out with a small smile on his face.

“Hi,” Pepper replies in an equally breathy voice.

“Please, sit,” Tony stammers, gesturing to the seat already pulled out.

And so she did, and he sat too. They talked, for a long time they talked, their conversation lasted hours. They discussed what went wrong in their relationship and how they were trying to fix it in all the wrong ways. They thought up compromises on how to deal with those problems in the future. Eventually, after many hours, they agree to try again.

“I have to ask,” Pepper says, “What brought this on?”

“I was never happy that we began taking a break Pep, you know that,” Tony deflects but she knows him too well.

“Tony, I’m serious. Something pushed you to reach out, what was it?”

Tony avoids her gaze for a few seconds, suddenly finding the ground very interesting before sighing and meeting her eyes.

“A kid,” he admits and Pepper’s eyes widen.

“You have a kid? And you didn’t think to bring that up?” Pepper exclaims and Tony’s face drops, realising his mistake.

“What? No- no, no. I don’t, she’s not my kid,” Tony tries before calming himself. “Her name is Fianna, she’s Wanda’s sister... kinda— it’s complicated. She got involved in the throwdown in Leipzig and after Steve broke everyone out Wanda wanted her to go somewhere safe. Wanted her to have a normal life, so she came here.”

“Oh,” Pepper is much calmer now, “I see.”

“She blames me for Pietro dying and I’m working on gaining her trust back, not that she ever had much for me to begin with. But she made me realise how massive my impact is on people and I want to make things right. Right with you, right with her, right with everyone I’ve hurt which I know isn’t a short list but I’m willing to try.”

Pepper look at the tears in Tony’s eyes in surprise. This young girl, this Fianna, she has an effect on Tony, she isn’t sure why, but it’s clear. She decides that she’s going to have to meet this girl and find the reason for her influence on Tony.

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I’m at Peter’s place and we’re watching movies and talking. Somewhere along the way we got to talking about our powers and how we use them, why we use them.

“You know I was bit by a spider,” Peter tells me and look at him weirdly.

“Wait, so a spider chomped on you and that’s it? You get powers? No experimentation? Child soldier bullshit?” I say confused. “Well that hardly seems fair.”

“Yeah, I just got bit by a spider and got the sticky powers. Then after a bit of experimenting I figured out the formula for the web fluid,” he says and I’m really confused.

“Wait, wait- the webs are man-made? They aren’t organic?” I ask in shock.

“No,” Peter laughs, “I made them myself.”

“So what, lad gets bit by spider and decides this one, this is the hill I’m dying on,” I question, almost seriously.

“I- I guess, what else was I supposed to do?”

“You could have chosen another sticky animal,” I say before realising what I said, “That came out wrong! You know what I meant.”

He just laughs and nods, “Yeah, I know, I get what you meant. But I dunno, I guess I did just choose the spider hill to die on. I didn’t really think there was a choice, I get spider-like powers from a spider it feels a little like a sign.”

“I guess that makes sense, still, you got it a lot easier than I did,” I sigh.

“Yeah, you don’t go too far into specifics but I can tell you had I rough. I mean the little you have told me? It sounds terrible. Did you say that they actually left you stranded in the woods?”

“I thought it was a forest. What’s the difference between woods and a forest? Anyways yeah, they left me out there just after I learned how to control my shifting better, though it was still a little off. There were wolves there, a pack. I had to get taken in by them, try and climb up in the ranks and hopefully lead them.”

“Wow, that sounds awful. Are you- how did it go?” Peter stammers, clearly trying to be sensitive.

“I was isolated, starved, hurt. The pack took my in after only a few days of me trying to follow them around. They took me into the cave they lived in, they treated me really well for an outsider, a subordinate. As fucked up as it is, the two months I spent with them were probably the best I was treated during my time with HYDRA.”

I was treated so well with the wolves. As someone who was malnourished and barely a teenager they took me in pretty quickly, that’s what wolves do, they take in cubs with no parents. Wolves are so protective over those they are caring for.

I remember one day when they were travelling I was in the front with four others, another sick and two elderly, they do that to set the pace of the pack’s journey. Behind us were five of the strongest wolves they had, then the male and female leaders, then the others and finally the other five strongest were at the back. All of this protection for everyone, and they included me in that method.

The pack are also the ones that names Lu, they gave me the name while I was with them and it really stuck. I began calling the instincts and voice in my head the name and they really liked it, so it stuck.

The worst part about joining the pack was having to leave. I cried when those HYDRA guards showed up to take me back, they shot one of the other subordinates to make sure I’d come with them. It was terrifying. The others felt betrayed by me and I had to leave but all I wanted to do was stay with them.

My face is blank, straight. I dig my nails into my palms making crescent moon indents to try and make me feel something more than numb. My fist clenches and I can barely feel the single tear falling from my left eye.

Then I feel my hand being unclenched. I look down and see a hand unfurling my fist and trying to smoothly slip into it. I look over to see Peter looking at me with concern, he lifts his other hand to brush away the tear. The hand then slips behind my neck and pulls it onto his shoulder and puts his chin on the back of my head.

“Aw fuck, I need to stop this. Why do cry like any time we talk feelings? Even when we aren’t meant to be talking feelings,” I sob into his shoulder.

“You have a lot of emotions, and from what I can tell you don’t express them often. You’re finally releasing everything you’ve been keeping in,” Peter says and I knock my head against his shoulder softly.

“Damn you for being so smart,” I whisper.

“It’s a curse sometimes,” he agrees, laughing a little.

“Do you think we could move onto a lighter topic?” I ask, pulling my head away from his shoulder slowly. “Maybe one that won’t send me crying?”

“Of course,” he replies, “Wanna tell me more about your friends, Orlaith and Mack?”

An almost immediate smile appears on my face, “Definitely. These two are not wise, and when you put them together? Chaos isn’t the word for it. I mean when you put a frenzied Derry lesbian and an anarchic mercenary pansexual in a room together you can only expect the worst when it comes to mischief.”

“Really? What kinda things do they get up to?” Peter asks, a curious grin on his face. He’s looking forward to hearing what the pair have done and honestly, I can’t blame him

“Where to start...where to start... Well there’s the time they messed with Jess’s server. That was not a fun aftermath for them to deal with, never fuck with Jess’s tech, that’s like rule one in St. Marie’s. And then there was the Paddy’s Day Prank, God, that was an experience.”

I go on to explain what the pair did. Everything was green. Everything. I mean they painted the entire bar, including bottle with crudely drawn on labels with black sharpie, not that half of them were right. If it wasn’t painted then it had shamrocks growing, and I’m talking sinks, toilets, baths. These two are menaces when together and it gets scary.

It’s even funnier when you find out the kind of rapport they have. Mackenzie being such a flirt that he won’t pass up an opportunity to flirt with Orlaith any chance he gets and her, throwing anything she can at him while shouting ‘I’m a lesbian you twat-head’ at him. I made a grave mistake introducing my two best friends, if it weren’t for me then the two never would’ve met. As the gods originally intended and preferred.

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I’m walking around Manhattan to clear my head before going back to the tower. Yeah Peter changed the subject and I got distracted but it still hurts a little. I get a call from Tommy, to say my heart jumps is an understatement. I’m not sure if this is a check-in or an SOS. I’m completely on alert when I pick up within the second ring.

“Tommy, an bhfuil rud ar bith cearr leat? An ndéarna duine ar bith rud éigean duit?” I begin asking as quickly as possible. I know it’s stupid but I always get paranoid when it comes to Tommy, I just want him safe.

(Tommy, is there anything wrong? Did someone do something to you?)

“Woah, woah, socraigh síos, a mhac tíre. Táim cead faoin gcead I gceart. An bhfuil túsa?” Tommy fires back.

(Woah, woah, calm down wolf. I’m a hundred percent. Are you?)

“Tá, tá. Níl mé ach giota buartha fút, d’fhág mé thú leat fhéin sure, nár fhág?” I assure him.

(I am, I am. I’m just a bit worried about you, I left you by yourself sure, didn’t I?”

“Níor fhág,” he says fiercely. “Chuaigh tú le cuidiú le Wanda, agus d’fhág tú mé le Orlaith agus Eoghan agus fiú Mackenzie nuair a raibh sé anseo. Ná bíodh buartha faoi ag fhágáil.”

(You didn’t. You went to help Wanda, and you left me with Orlaith and Eoghan and even Mackenzie when he was here. Don’t be sorry about leaving.)

“Aye, d’fhág mé daoine leat, ach ní mise atá ann. Anois ‘s atá an freak-out sin amach as an bhealach, cad é mar atá a stór?”

(Aye, I left people with you, but they aren’t me. Now that that freak-out is out of the way, how are you sweetheart?)

I get a few strange stares while walking down the street babbling on in a foreign language. But what else should I expect from Americans? You know for a country full of people who love to claim that they’re Irish, not many are, and even fewer recognize the language.

“Táim i gceart. Rud ceannan cearna le hOrlaith and achan duine i Naomh Máire. Níl a fhois againn cá bhfuil Mack go fóill ach tá gach duine ag amharc do. Abair liom, cad fút?”

(I’m okay. Same with Orlaith and everyone in Saint Marie’s. We still don’t know where Mack is, but everyone is looking for him. Tell me, how about you?)

“Táim ag dhéanamh níos fearr, tá cúpla cairde agam anseo anois, gasúr darb ainm Peadar- buartha, Peter. Agus fear darb ainm Matt. Níl sé comh olc anseo níos mó,” I say, trying to ease into the fact that I’m staying. I have to tell him, there’s no two ways about it, he needs to know.

(I’m doing better, I have a couple of friends here now, a boy called Peadar- sorry, Peter. And a man called Matt. It isn’t that bad here anymore.)

“Sin maith, ar a leithid beith daoine agat seach as an pian sa tón sin Stark. Sin ar dóigh agus tú ag fanacht ansin.”

(That’s good, at least you’ll have someone other than that pain in the ass Stark. That’s great now that you’re staying there.)

“Agus mé ag what? Cad chuige a shíleann tú sin Tomás?”

(Now that I’m what? Why do you think that Tomás?)

As I pass a group of people a man shouts ‘Speak English’ at me and my blood boils. I pull the mouthpiece of the phone away from my mouth as I turn to face the group, still walking along shouting ‘Freedom of speech you ignorant fuck’ while giving him the finger. I turn around and keep walking, listening to Tommy the entire time.

“Tá a fhois agam seo,” he corrects, “mar nach amadán atá ionam! Ma raibh tú ag teacht ar ais bheas tú ag labhairt faoi dátaí agus eitleáin. Níl mé ach ag bheith réadúil. Is grá liom thú agus ba mhaith liom thú ar ais ach ní Dia mé, nó tú, nó fiú an bhastard sin Stark. -Agus fíor brón as ag rá an focal bastard comh cóngarach leis ainm Dé.”

(I know this,)(because I’m not a fool! If you were coming back you would be talking about dates and aeroplanes. I’m only being realistic. I love you and I want you back but I’m not God, nor are you nor is that bastard Stark. -And sorry for saying the word bastard so close to the name of God.)

“Ceart go leor, ceart go leor. Más caithfidh mé a admháil, ta tú ceart, táim ag fanacht anseo gan cinnteachas ar bith cath huair a mbeidh mé ar ais. Gheobhaidh mé ar ais, geallaim duit go mbeidh mé ar ais ag phointe éigean in san bliain seo chugainn.”

(Fine, fine. If I have to admit it, you’re right, I’m staying here without any idea when I’ll be back. I’ll get back, I promise you that I’ll get back at some point in the next year.)

“Ná cruthaigh gealltanas nach dtig leat a choinneal. Le do thoil.”

(Don’t make promises that you can’t keep. Please.)

“Ach is iad na cinn is fearr.”

(But those are the best ones.)

“Fianna, I am serious,” Tommy pleads, “Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”

The switch in language, he’s not just pleading, he’s begging. My baby brother, he thinks that he has to be the adult and that breaks my heart. Ever since I left the house, he’s been growing up quicker than he should. That’s something I thought he would do if I stayed, this burns me inside.

I just want to reassure him, somehow. It’s just not possible, between Ross and the UN, everything I did in Germany and then breaking out of the ocean jail? Escape isn’t in the cards. It’s not even in the deck. If I have one card guaranteeing my freedom then some higher up is holding it right in my eyeline and just out of reach.

“Okay, okay Tommy. I won’t- I’ll stop saying things I can’t guarantee. I just want to come home so much, I guess I’ve been hoping I can fake it until it happens. Time keeps passing and the best deal that can currently be made is being supervised by Stark,” I say, my voice shaking as I try to stay strong for my Tommy.

“Stark? That is seriously you’re best situation?”

“It’s either Stark or jail in the ocean,” I raise my eyebrow though he can’t see it. “Which would you prefer?”

“...Stark,” he says after a sigh. “Wait have you spoken to Orls lately?”

“No, why?” I ask, confused at the sudden change in subject.

“You do realise the date, right? Or has ‘Merica warped the passage of time in your brain?”

“What are ye dicking on about Tommy?”

“Orlaith has your GCSE results!” he says excitedly and suddenly I get a little slice of domesticity back in my life. I get to be a teenager worrying about exam results and qualifications.

“Oh fuck, sorry. How did I do?” I inquire excitedly.

“No clue, she wouldn’t open it without you. I’m goin’ to hers now, we can open them together!”

I beam at the thought of it. It’s been weeks since I took that last exam and I’ve been worrying about the everything else going on in my life since that. This is one of the few times I haven’t been worrying over exams.

We agree to hang up and then call again when we get to our destinations. I begin back to the tower, practically running down the street, skidding at corners and weaving through crowds of people.

When I reach the tower I burst through the doors and get to the elevator, the front desk tries to yell at me and I simply wave my ID card in the air, the yelling ceases as they catch the golden glint.

When I get to my floor I see Stark sitting in one of the armchairs, I barely spare him a glace as I say, “Leave,” rather rudely.

“But I need to talk-“ he begins.

“I’m about to get my GCSE results and talk to my family, please leave. We can talk later,” I say hurriedly, shooing him away as I begin to prop my phone up against a fruit backet on the kitchen island and frantically fill the kettle with water.

“What results are these? If you need to hear them why are you making coffee?” he asks, confused.

“They’re base level qualifications back home,” I say, pulling out a mug as I click the kettle on. “I finished the exams just before Germany. They should be telling me what I subjects I can continue doing at A-level but I can’t really do those here. And either way I want to find out.”

“And the coffee?” he asks.

“I’m making tea,” I correct, putting in the teabag and two spoonful’s of sugar, “This is both in case it’s bad news and because I’m stressed. Now, please fucking leave.”

“Okay, okay I’m leaving. But we still need to talk later, and also tell me your results, I think I know how we could use them,” he says before leaving.

Then I hear the Facetime ringtone and quickly pick up, seeing the screen light up with the faces of my best friend and my brother. With that sight my own face lights up.

“Hey guys!” I exclaim and we all practically scream.

“Hey,” they shout back.

“Orlaith! How are you?” I ask.

“I’m good, I got me results and I passed most of them, who needs English Lit anyway? I ’m doing good. How’s she cutting?” she replies.

“Good, grand, not too bad. Now as much as I love you, do you have the envelope?” I rush through the pleasantries.

“Right here,” she says, holding it up to the camera.

I beam excited, shaking my hands happily, “Open it, open it, open it!”

Orlaith begins to carefully rip open the envelope, pulling out the piece of paper as my shaking hands go from happiness to anxiety. She unfolds the paper and scans the results.

“Your results are, Religious Studies: A, Health and Social Care: B, History: B, English Language: C, Gaeilge: A*, Added Maths: AB, Double Award Science: AB. Comhgairdeas Fianna! That’s nine GCSE passes along with your pre-existing A* in Irish!”

(Congratulations)

My hands begin to shake wildly in happiness as I smile and laugh breathily. I did it, I passed every exam. I can’t believe it. I even passed English! That’s mad, I was so sure that I’d failed that. The essay was so hard, I was scraping a C in it when it was proofread and everything so to do a Shakespeare exam so not terribly and then do the rest of the exam well enough to pass? Well happy days.

It was probably the candles I lit. It probably seems like a stupid religious thing, but every time a kid has an exam their grandparents and/or parents light them a candles. But I didn’t have anyone, they probably didn’t even know I was doing my GCSEs. So I lit my own candles, I lit loads of them, I lit ones while I was studying, ones for when I was at school (left supervised by Eoghan, of course). Then I lit three every morning in the chapel before an exam, hell I even left at lunch to light more if I had another later in the day. And it worked.

After we all calm down I decide to give serious talk to Orlaith. Tommy knows now so I have to tell her that I’m staying too. It’s only fair, she’s my best friend, my girl in the chair, she’s like a sister.

“Hey, um Orlaith, I need to tell you something,” I begin, nerves beginning to get to me but I stick with it.

“Sure, hit me with your best shot,” she sings and I roll my eyes playfully, smiling, sipping at my tea.

“I, look Tommy already knows, he figured it out, so I have to tell you. I’m...” I hit the heel of my hand against my palm, a nervous tic I picked up from Eoghan. “I’m not coming back... for the foreseeable future. I’m staying in the US.”

“Okay,” she says simply and my mouth drops. She rolls her eyes and raises her eyebrows at me, “What you seriously don’t think I’m dumb, do you? I knew the second you told us you were staying in America that you were staying for the long haul.”

“Does everyone know I’m staying a long time?” I ask incredulously.

“Well did you tell Eoghan?” Tommy asks.

“Yeah?”

“Then yeah, everyone knows.”

“Any ideas at all when you’re back?” Orlaith asks genuinely, “I mean, even just a rough timeframe?”

“How long’s a piece a string, Orls?” I shrug, taking a gulp of tea.

“Right, then what are you doing with these results? You’re not getting back here and I don’t know how it would translate to American schools. I mean all I know comes from Teen Wolf and their school system clear sucks,” Orlaith rambles and I shake my head smiling.

“You and that damn wolf show.”

“Hey! You get to live the show while I’m your Stiles. Besides, Erica is fucken gorgeous, as are Allison and Lydia,” Orlaith defends herself and I just laugh. I laugh even harder when Tommy nods in agreement, giving Orlaith a fist bump.

“And as for the results, Stark said he thinks he knows what we can do with the results, so I’m talking to him later. He wanted to talk to me earlier anyway.”

“I hate that dick, but let’s hope he’s helping you. Maybe he’ll use them along with his influence to get you into a school?” Orlaith suggests.

“But how will she understand half of it? I mean most of what we know is in Irish,” Tommy points out.

“I don’t know, yous. I’ll find out when I talk to him,” I sigh.

I hear some shouting on their side and I’m pretty sure that I can make out the sound of Saoirse Doherty’s voice.

“I’m sorry Fi... Ma’s roarin’ at us. We need to leave,” and just like that, the smiles fade slightly.

“It’s grand, g’on, listen to Ma Saoirse. I’ll talk to you’uns later. I love yous so much,”

“I love you too, deirifiúr mór,” Tommy tilts his head, an adorable puppy look on his face.

(big sister)

“Love you bestie,” Orlaith gives a silly face and I smile.

We all say, “Slán,” out of sync, though I can’t be too sure if that’s just the connection.

(Goodbye [Safe])

I hang up and downing the rest of my tea before bringing the cup to the sink and rinsing it out. I click the kettle back on and make another cup of tea, then as an afterthought I make a strong cup of coffee. Then I do the unthinkable... I ask FRIDAY to tell Stark to get up here so we can talk.

“He’ll be right up, Fianna,” she tells me and I pick up my cup, settling into a chair and getting comfortable.

I wait patiently for him and soon enough I see his figure step out of the elevator, he swivels and looks at me curiously. I’m sitting in an armchair, the back laying back slightly with one leg over the other, holding my tea similarly to a movie villain holding a cat.

“I- hey, you ready to talk now?” he asks and I nod.

“Cuppa coffee is in the kitchen,” I gesture with one hand, “I left you to do the sugar and milk.”

He nods, eyebrows furrowed before going and finishing up his coffee. He returns and sits in the other armchair, mimicking my position.

“You get your grades?” he asks, taking a sip.

“Yep, A in Religion, B in Health and Social Care as well as History, C in English, bleh. AB in Added Maths and Double Award Science and finally an A* in Gaeilge. All passes, some better than expected,” I reply, taking a gulp.

“Well, done. Those are great results,” he praises and for some odd reason it gives me a little warmth inside.

“You said you had ideas on what to do with them?”

“Yes, I wanted to wait until you got the grades so that I didn’t get your hopes up. With the grades you got? I bet I could sway Midtown Tech to let you in. That’s the school that the kid goes to,” he tells me.

I falter for a second, Orlaith’s right, he wants to help me get into school. Tommy’s also right though, I can’t go to a school where I can’t understand what they’re trying to teach me.

“Great, that’s... great,” I begin, nervously, “But, uh, there’s one issue with that. Do you... remember the uh, the math question issue?”

“I could get you a translator,” Stark immediately offers. “Someone to translate the lesson to Irish and then translate your work to English. Then as time goes on you could be weaned back until you’re doing it in English as fast as the rest of the kids there.”

“Really? Do you- are you serious?” I question, holding the mug up to my face to hide the tears nearly forming in my eyes. “You better not be messing with me.”

“I’m serious,” Tony nods, “I want you to be able to do something with your life, if I need to get someone to translate your work I’ll have to do some digging to find someone, but it’ll be done.”

I smile at this, taking another mouthful of tea to hide it best I can. I hate to admit it, but the bastard is growing on me.

“Now, what was that that you wanted to talk about before?” I ask.

“I wanted to talk to you about someone else moving into the tower. She was here before you, left for a bit and is now coming back. How would you feel about that, would you be okay with it or..?” he trails off.

He’s being so nervous and vague about it that I have to lighten the mood. I gasp, putting my hand to my chest dramatically saying, “What? Do you mean I’m not your first?”

He snorts into his coffee before saying, “She’s my girlfriend, Pepper Potts.”

“The impressive Ms. Potts, okay, respect for bagging her, she’s a good’un. But also I’m judging her right now, because, really? This?” I say, gesturing to Tony. “A resume that good and she chooses this bitch?”

“Okay fair, that’s... fair. Anyway I want you to meet her, both because she’s staying and because you clearly seem to be a bit of a fan,” Tony says.

“Well yeah, I mean she actually runs this place, you’ve just got your name on it and are the face on posters. She’s the real hotshot here. Also why does this feel like some weird ‘Introducing my stepdaughter to her stepmother’ thing?”

“Because it’s probably the closest thing to what’s happening right now. Though it’s more ‘Introducing the kid who hates my guts that I’ve taken in, to my girlfriend who I’m just returning from a break with’ which is even more complicated.”

“Know what? Fuck it, sure. I’ll meet with the Pepper later,” I say and a smile, a real, genuine smile appears on his lips.

This seems to be progress. We’re a lot more civil now, I’m less aggressive, he’s less defensive. It’s good, I think, for both of us.

“And uh, just for the record? I don’t hate your guts, I just really dislike you, like extremely. But it’s not hatred, hatred is a strong word. For a while, I wanted something stronger, but now... now well, you’re growing on me. Like mould.”

Tony chuckles and I turn my head to my shoulder, hiding my own smile.

“You don’t have to hide it you know?” Tony starts, “You can show emotions, it’s alright.”

“Oh... okay,” I nod, showing him my smile, though it is smaller than the original.

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I’m in my room, still reeling over my grades. I’m on my laptop searching up Midtown Tech to have a look at the syllabus for this year just to see if I have a baldies what I’ll be up to.

I’m not understanding much at all, only getting half an idea when I translate the topic titles which is really pissing me off. This is a special school for science and while I’m good, I was still getting a public school education.

Then, as if I don’t have enough trouble, my right ear starts ringing. I drop all that the laptop and turn away, blessing myself and starting to pray. It might sound a bit weird, randomly praying because one ear starts ringing, but trust me, it’ll sound weirder when I explain.

Back home it’s superstition that when you hear a ringing in your right ear that the souls in Purgatory are calling for your souls. Yes, I know, they like retconned Purgatory back like ten years ago, but that doesn’t matter. Superstition is a superstition.

I pray and I pray, I must say about a dozen prayers before the ringing stops and when it finally does I sigh in relief. I go back to the laptop, looking through the year below’s syllabus and a lot more of it is ringing a bell, some but not all. I’m a lot calmer now, I just have to... move back a year. That’s okay, do what you gotta do, right?

I get up and go down to Tony’s lab, he quickly hides whatever hologram he’s working on and looks to me, smiling.

“What’s up?” he asks.

“I looked at the school’s syllabus, if you’re gonna get me in, I’m gonna have to be in the year below. Also, I’m ready to meet Pepper any time now. Also also, that wasn’t all you wanted to talk about,” I say matter-of-factly.

“That can be done. I’ll talk to Pepper in a minute. What do you mean?” he answers each statement individually.

“...I know you don’t wanna admit it, but you want to try and get on better terms. It’s alright, I want that too,” I admit begrudgingly. “Now look, I already said that you’ve grown on me, but I’m kinda beginning to see how not... terrible? You are? I don’t know, it’s just that you’re helping me out, even when you don’t have to, in ways that I never thought of. So, uh, thank you.”

“You- you’re welcome. I’m uh, I’m really sorry for everything I did. I know it’s not bringing anyone back or undoing everything that happened to you or anyone else. But I’m trying to make things better,” Tony says and I smile, he really is trying.

“Now, you’re a bit of a cunt, definitely a wanker-“

“Ah, wanker, there’s your British shining through,” Tony chuckles and I immediately scowl.

“Look sur, I’m trying to bury the hatcher here, but call me British again and I’ll show you just what I can do wi’ a hatchet,” I threaten and he chuckles even more.

“Alright, alright, touchy with the British,” he raises his hands in surrender. “Aren’t we all?”

“But yeah, you’re definitely a wanker, but,” I kiss my teeth, “I guess you’ve got a heart somewhere in that metal chest of yours.”

“And you might be a defensive, aggressive, angry little girl, but you’re not too bad. You’re making changes around here, both in me and in yourself. I’m thankful that you’re here, and glad you’re letting me try to make amends.”

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Pepper walks into my floor while I’m watching TV, I pause the show and look to her. I think that I should probably have some sophisticated greeting for the CEO of Stark Industries, feminist activist Virginia ‘Pepper’ Potts. And yet.

“Sup,” is the word that leaves my mouth. I immediately put my head in my hands and I hear her laugh softly.

“Hey, you must be Fianna, right?” she asks and I nod. “Nice to meet you, I’m-“

“Virginia Potts, CEO of Stark Industries, really cool person who I both admire and judge,” I cut her off smiling.

“You know who I am,” she smiles, “Now, what’s this about judging me?” she raises an eyebrow.

“Well, you’re dating Tony, right? Why? You can do so much better than that man-child. Just... why?”

She laughs at this and shakes her head, “You know, for a few months there we were on a break, then yesterday he reached out to work things out. DO you know why?”

I furrow my eyebrows and frown, “Nope.”

“Because of you. He said that you’ve made him realise how much he impacts others and that he wants to make things right,” she says and my eyes widen. What the fuck, lad? You canny just drop that on me.

“Wow... okay... cool, cool, nice, wow,” I stammer, unable to process the properly.

“Heh, yeah, but please, tell me more about you,” she says, getting settled in an armchair.

“Well, I’m Irish, I speak Irish as a first language but from age four I started slowly learning English. I have powers, got them same time as the Maximoffs which is where I met them. I’m a real science and math geek, I’m hopefully getting into that science school in Queens thanks to my grades and Tony’s sway. Also I’m a bit of a vigilante,” I put it all as simply as I can. No point in bullshitting the girlfriend.

“Well, that’s certainly a lot going on in your life. You good at business at all?” Pepper pries a little.

“A bit, I mean I did have my own job which I did in my own hours but I could probably tailor my skills to whatever I need, why?”

“Just, I’m scouting for some actual interns for the company, not Tony’s kind, but some actual young people to help around the company. You seem like you could be a good candidate,” she tells me.

“Real- really?” I ask incredulously, “Why me?”

“Well you seem innovative and headstrong. That and Tony gave me a few nudges, he really seems to like you, kid.”

I nod at this and hide my smile in my shoulder. This man has to have some kind of agenda, he can’t just be this nice to me for no reason, right?

Pepper’s phone starts ringing and she sighs when she looks at the Caller ID.

“I’m going to have to run, duty calls. It’s been great meeting you, Fianna,” she rushes, getting up and starting out the door. “See you again!”

“Great meeting you too Pepper, see you soon,” I smile. When she’s gone I unpause the show I was watching and settle in.

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A few hours later and Tony still can’t believe how well the kind of reconciliation he and Fianna had worked. It’s been weeks since Fianna started living at the tower and it’s insane to think how much they’re relationship has grown. At the start she was very defensive, constantly on guard and even territorial. She was argumentative, always trying to initiate a row.

Now look at her, she’s warming up to living in the Tower, she’s decorated her room and made the entire floor her own. She’s trusting him that little bit more, confiding in him. She’s not forgiving him but she’s cooperating and working with him, they’ve kind of made amends.

Sitting in his lab he tells FRIDAY to call Fianna and to tell her to join him. FRIDAY informs him of some pushback from the girl but after insistence she eventually agrees.

“Right lad, you’ve some bek on ye, telling me I need de get up here. Now what are ye looking me for?” I demand as I trek in the room.

Tony sighs and looks to me, bringing up a hologram he says, “This. I wanted to show you this.”

I come closer and inspect the hologram, it has the anatomy of a girl and after a second I realise what it is. It’s a suit. A suit for me.

“Can I?” I hesitantly ask and Tony nods.

I bring my hand up to manipulate the projection, making it bigger again and really looking at it. It’s a full bodysuit with a hood, it’s got lighter coloured fingerless gloves overlaying the sleeve. It’s got a belt around the midsection, slightly darker than the catsuit, it has a couple of holsters for something. Not for guns, the shape isn’t right, but they are holsters nonetheless. Then something catches my eye.

“Are these really-“ I cut myself off, mouth lying open as I inspect the feet with a smile.

Not just shoes, not even boots like I’m used to. They look like Irish dancing shoes, the soft black pumps, reminiscent of my childhood which makes me think that Tony probably got his hands on some of the home movies my mother must have posted years ago.

“Yeah,” Tony smiles at my happy face, “I wanted to give you a little bit of home.”

“Thanks,” I say before gesturing to the holsters, “What are these for?”

“Escrima sticks,” he says, very matter of fact. When I give him an unimpressed eyebrow raise he elaborates slightly, “They’re two sticks that you fight with. Don’t worry, I trust you’ll do fine with them, besides, you’ve got a sparring partner now in the Spider.”

I nod and then he looks at me with a little more excitement, “Do you want to see it?”

“You- you’ve rendered it?” I stutter in anticipation.

He claps twice and a panel on the wall moves revealing a suit. The bodysuit is a grey colour, the inside of the hood lined with a lighter grey. The gloves are an off-white colour while the belt is more of a dark grey. The Irish dancing pumps are black as they traditionally are.

On the mannequin there is a face mask slightly different from my typical bandana. It’s made of a firmer material and is the same dark grey as the belt. Then I see what I assume are the escrima sticks in the holsters of the belt.

“What’s the mask made of?” I ask, curious.

“Kevlar.”

“Wow...” I admire the suit in awe. I bring my hands up to examine one of the gloves more closely.

“What is it?” he asks, “Is there something wrong? Is there something you want me to change?”

“Oh, no, it’s amazing. I love it. I just have one request. It’s a little weird so don’t judge,” I warn immediately, giving him one of my sternest bitch faces.

He raises his hands in surrender, “No judgement, request away.”

“Can you line the inside of the gloves with green?”

“I’m not judging, just wondering, why?”

I sigh, and admit, “Stupid superstition. Back home we all do different things when we hear a siren sounding. Some bless themselves, some say prayers. I touch green. If I’m working with the Spider and stopping some crime then I’ll definitely be needing some green.”

“Well I’m sure I can do that,” Tony says, then suddenly I have a thought.

“Wait, how did you get my-“ I cut myself off with the realisation. “Grace.”

“Hey in Grace’s defence I asked her to give me your measurements,” Tony immediately takes responsibility. “She was just doing as she was told.”

I smile and nod, “Okay, okay. This was an amazing surprise. But next time? Just ask, it’s a little less creepy.”

“Noted, now, I’ll get to rendering the gloves with a green lining, you can tell the kid now all about your new suit,” Tony says.

I nod and look to the suit one last time before turning to leave.

“Wait- since you’re sticking around, you’re gonna need a new vigilante name. As nice as it is I don’t see the citizens of New York wrapping their heads around Mactíre,” Tony states and I try thinking.

“I haven’t got anything,” I admit and his face lights up. I roll my eyes with a smile and ask, “What is it? What name have you chosen for me?”

“Kaynine.”

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Cabaret (Might Guy x Reader, Chapter V)

Synopsis: You can't stand Might Guy. Honestly, how could anyone be so boisterously unaware and sickeningly positive? Your heart sinks as the both of you are teamed up to infiltrate and collect information from the Hidden Sound's gritty nightlife. Maybe losing yourselves in the dark of the underground will help you both come to an understanding.

Word count: 2,659

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIIIChapter IX Chapter X Chapter XI

Warnings: Drinking, minor sexual harassment (a guy puts a hand on your leg)

Sundown approached quickly, but you made it to your destination before it became dark. Your heels once again sunk into the fabric of the velvet carpet of “HEAVEN”. Mama-san did not stand at the front podium today. Instead, in front of it sat the blonde bartender from the previous day. When she saw you, her visible excitement showed immediately as she bounded towards you.

“You must be Takeuchi-san!” she cried, her high pigtails bouncing behind her. “It is so nice to meet you! You are so pretty!” She grabbed your gloved hands. You could practically see sparkles in her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Your eyebrows knit together as you crouched sheepishly, “And you are?” The blonde stumbled back with a gasp that made you jump. You looked about wildly as to find the source of such an extreme reaction, only finding yourself.

“I didn’t introduce myself!” She slapped herself across the cheek. Your eyes widened as wide as your jaw dropped. You probably could have heard the smack from across the room. How do you respond to that? She shook herself out of it before you could figure it out. She bowed deeply, “I am Chiasa Fuse! It is very nice to meet you!”

“Um… hello, Fus-”

“Please call me Chi-chan! Oh, I should have just told you that from the beginning… That’s what everyone else calls me!” She looked down, playing with the hem of her white, floral gown. Tears appeared in her waterline. You took a breath, you could definitely not get touched by this one.

“So… I’m guessing Daisuke-san arranged for you to show me the ropes?” Chiasa snapped up, tears near gone at this point as she exclaimed,

“Yes! Of course!” She took your hands again, leading you off and you silently thanked Kami for your thick gloves.

Only staff populated the main lounge between custodial workers who disinfected tables to the hostesses who were waiting for opening. Daisuke sat at the bar where you found Guy. Guy’s appearance did not differ much from the previous night. The black button up had been traded in for a white one and a bowtie sat between his collarbones. You pursed your lips. Your eyes meeting Guy’s, you gave him a playful look of approval. He winked in subtle response.

“Ah! Takeuchi-san!” Daisuke roared. He held up his drink. “This man makes the best daiquiri I’ve ever tasted! Why didn’t you tell me that I’d be in for the experience of a lifetime?!” He cackled, turning back to Guy who gave a humble chuckle. You returned the expression.

“Unfortunately, I did not know Aoki-san before coming here.” You told him politely. “Believe me, if I knew I would have told you!”

“Oooh, yes I heard you journeyed from the Leaf! I hear that place is full of savage ninja.” Chiasa gossiped.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you in action next, my dear,” Daisuke told you. He hesitated. “You do know we have a room for the girls to prepare in, correct? You don’t have to make the trip here all dolled up.” Chiasa yelped again.

“I was just taking her there, Daisuke-san!”

“Wonderful, you are in exceptional hands then!” Chiasa tugged you towards the same entrance to the right of the bar.

“Always a pleasure, Daisuke-san.” You made one last smile at the two men before you were tugged down the hall.

Chiasa opened the first door. You glanced to your left at Daisuke’s office door at the end of the hall before you were pulled into the room. The walls were lined with vanities and they sat back to back in a row down the middle. There were only about 6 girls in the otherwise empty room.

“Hey ladies! We got someone new working with us!” Chiasa announced to the room. “This is Takeuchi Yume!” You couldn’t get a word in as Chiasa then dragged you over to a stool in front of a vanity against the right hand wall. The other girls hardly batted an eye. She sat down at the one next to it, looking at you expectantly with her hands under her chin. You slowly lowered yourself onto to sit.

“This is mine?” You asked.

“Yep! And it’s right next to mine!” Joy. You took in your new space. The table held three drawers: one on the top left, a long one in the middle, and one on the top right. A tri fold mirror sat in front of you, a ring light clipped onto the top and hanging down. The top had been cleaned off, but dust remained in the crevices where the mirror met the table. “You can store all your cosmetics here and I cleared you a space in the closet.” Chiasa motioned to the back of the room. “We share dresses here a lot, but if you don’t want anyone to touch something of yours, you can just put your name on it. You should bring your things in tomorrow!”

“Thank you, Chi-chan, I really appreciate it.” She reached out to give your hair a puff.

“It looks like you don’t need any of my help when it comes to the aesthetics! I can tell you’re that classy type… though I’ll tell you, you shouldn’t be afraid of going overboard a little, especially if you want to get into the back lounge.”

“Ugh, you gotta be lucky and damn popular to get into there. Don’t even try.” An exasperated sigh came from your right. You turned, watching the hostess wrestle with a large hairpiece. The brunette piece sat in a beehive on her head. Her hands tussled with the clips.

“What’s in the back lounge?” You wondered. The new hostess smoothed out her hair in the mirror before turning to you.

“It’s where the men talk their business of course.” The woman told you. She extended a hand, “Yuzuki, the girls call me Yu-Yu.” You took her hand graciously.

“They always order a lot of drinks. It’s one of the big reasons everyone wants back there. The commission is huge!” Chiasa explained, her lips scrunched. “There’s always so many of them!”

“And who doesn’t like a bit of gossip?” Yuzuki’s voice rang silkily in your ears. “Of course, you have to be invited and pray you won’t end up at the bottom of Lightning Bay.” You eyed her curiously.

“Why’s that?” You questioned. Yuzuki blinked at you, eyes widened in surprise. She gave out a small laugh. Reaching into one of her drawers, she took out a box of cigarettes and a lighter. Plucking one out, she lit it, taking a drag.

“Honey,” Amusement carried in her voice. She locked eyes with you. “This is the Hidden Sound. If Orochimaru’s boys want you, they’re going to take you and sure as hell won’t hesitate to kill you either, dear.”

“But you won’t have to deal with them, Takeuchi-san!” Chiasa reminded you quickly, leaning forward to hiss at Yuzuki. “You’re scaring her!”

“No,” You denied, turning back to Yuzuki, “I want to hear more about the back lounge.” Yuzuki took another long drag of her cigarette, blowing it out the side of her mouth. The door to the dressing room swung open.

“It’s almost time!” Another hostess announced into the room. “Thirty more minutes to opening!” She shut the door.

“Another time,” She sighed. Yuzuki hiked up her gown, maneuvering around her stool. “My regulars are an unsavory group of men, but they pay my rent. I want to get in a few drinks to prepare.”

“You drink on the job?” She huffed, taking one last puff.

“We’re drinking all night, dear. That’s what brings in the cash. I swear, it’s the only way to do this job.” Yuzuki put out her snout out in the ashtray on her vanity and quickly disappeared through the door.

“Oh, Takeuchi-san!” You turned towards Chiasa, who once again, gripped your hands tightly.

“Please, you can call me Yume, Chi-chan.” Chiasa’s eyes sparkled.

“Yume-san-”

“No need to be so formal, really, Chi-chan.” She took a trembling breath.

“Yume, I’m so happy to work with you! You’ll be rotating tables with me tonight.” Chiasa looked down at your gloves. “You’re going to take these off, right?” You hesitated.

“Yes, of course.” You slowly slipped them off your hands, placing them on the vanity. Chiasa stood abruptly.

“Alright! Let’s go!” She showed you out the door. “So you’re new here, so pretty much the goal for tonight is to get you out there! We get bonuses for bringing in regulars, so we’ll be rotating tables. A lot of groups get pretty rowdy so you’ll always have a few of us gals by your side! Now, the customers aren’t supposed to get too handsy… ” Chiasa’s voice faded in your ears as you caught sight of the bar. “Think of it all like a game! That’s how I think of it, like pretend!...”

The entire cast of hostesses must have been gathered around the bar and Guy was the center of their attention. A single cup sat on the counter as Guy juggled four liquor bottles. The containers bounced off his wrists and elbows. One landed on his forehead, two balanced on his left bicep, and the last he caught in a reverse grip, pouring the last of the drink. The women clapped as he pushed the drink to the woman at the center.

“Wow,” Chiasa exhaled. You realized that you stopped to watch and somewhere along the way, Chiasa had ceased talking. “Genki-san is amazing.”

“Okay, girls. You can all ogle at closing.” Mama-san walked briskly into the lounge, waving her arms. Her sleeves waved like butterfly wings as she motioned.

“Mama-san!” Guy greeted jovially. “Might I interest you in a drink?” The older woman adjusted herself.

“No thank you, Genki. While the offer is much appreciated, you are distracting my girls.” She told him sternly.

“Apologies ma’am, I’ll try not to let it happen again.” That answer seemed to satisfy Mama-san. She strutted down the hall to Daisuke’s office.

Not too long after opening, you had your first table. You and Chiasa sat down at a booth of Sound Ninja. You looked at the table, noticing a large laminated sheet. On it showed the faces of the groups of hostesses working with small descriptions by their faces. Just as demeaning as you imagined…

“Hiya boys!” Chiasa winked. “What are we drinking tonight?” She leaned seductively over the table and the ninja gave a rowdy cheer. She made it look effortless, wrapping each one around her finger one by one. Chiasa turned to you, pulling you close to her. “Yume-chan, let’s get a round of champagne for these gentlemen!” She went around, plopping herself in the middle of two.

You sighed in relief as you went off to grab the champagne. Something about locking eyes with Guy at the bar sent a wave of relief through your system. As the only familiar person in a hundred foot radius, it shouldn’t have surprised you. You relayed the order and in no time he had a tray prepared. Guy’s eyes met yours. With a small smile, he gave a slight nod of his head in encouragement. It settled your nerves, but not by much as you walked back to the booth. Setting the tray on the table, you plucked up one flute.

Following Chiasa’s lead, you sat between the two other men. She had the group laughing as the compliments kept rolling from her tongue.

“Evening… gentlemen.” You greeted stiffly. Chiasa remained in your peripheral and you attempted your best mimicry. “I’d imagine two… strapping young ninja such as yourselves would… um… want to be doing something much more dangerous…” You cringed inwardly. The ninja on your left chuckled.

“We’re here to blow off steam, sweetheart, not talk about work.” A hand made its way to your thigh, resting on the fabric of your dress. You looked down, the hand and your drink in your focus. You gulped and unlike last night, angry heat did not rise up your spine. Instead, inklings of fear spread throughout your system as you suddenly felt helplessness set in. You gripped your drink tightly, choosing to force a giggle as you quickly downed your beverage.

“Whoa there!” The ninja to your right exclaimed, an arm coming to sling over your shoulder. He flicked his sloppy black bangs to the side. “He said ‘blow off some steam’ not ‘black out’! You know you’re supposed to sip changaene, right?” Those words sounded familiar. You set the empty glass on the tray. You took in the man’s words and choppy black hair. You thought about Guy’s mini student. If he was older, he might end up looking like the ninja sitting next to you.

You were already feeling warmth from the burn on the back of your throat. Your lips puckered for a moment at the sourness. The heat gathered in your chest. You reached up, caressing his high cheekbones. You thought about Guy’s cheekbones, how easy talking to him was last night.

“Well, this is a party, isn’t it?” Your hand came to envelop the one on your thigh. With subtlety, you worked it down your leg. “What do we say? Are we ready for something stronger?” The table whooped in excitement and you made a swanky show of getting up to get the drinks.

You traveled to the bar once more, twice, three times. The more you drank, the looser you got. The more you drank, the more the ninja to your right looked like Might Guy. You sat happily between the two ninja, telling anecdotes. You weren’t sure if you were actually funny or if it was just the alcohol, but the anxiety slowly began to dissipate.

“You really pretended to be the daimyō’s daughter?” The ninja to the left of Chiasa questioned, nearly in tears.

“No one noticed for the whole day.” You held your hands up dramatically. The whole booth was in hysterics. You felt the rumble of the two men next to you. You looked up at the clock. Their time was up.

“Oh no!” Chiasa gasped. “It looks like we’ve run out of time!” She pouted. “Would you like a time extension?” The ninja began to shift in their seats and stood.

“No, thank you darling. We’ll be back soon to visit, don’t worry, beautiful.” One of the ninja slipped a few ryō into Chiasa’s dress. The whole lot of them paid the tab and left.

You and Chiasa cleared the table, taking to the trays to the small kitchen across from the dressing room and behind the bar. You got your second, third and fourth tables shortly after and the more tables, the drunker you became. The words slipped out of your mouth with ease: the flattery, the flirting.

You were at your fifth table when you saw it. In your peripheral came a small group of men walking into the door to the left of the bar. The back room, you assumed. A woman trailed behind them. The woman sat at the bar and stayed there until closing.

You watched as one by one, they disappeared through the entrance. You found yourself staring and a mask staring back at you. Silver tuffs peaked out behind it. The masked figure slowly brought up an arm. The holes in his mask were black, neverending. You suddenly felt more sober. His fingers folded, he pointed directly at you. When you blinked, he was gone. You took a drink.

You rid your mind of the masked mystery man. When you left, you saw the woman waiting outside. She didn’t acknowledge you. The men in the back room remained after closing, but you were urged by Chiasa to leave. Guy stayed behind to serve drinks so you walked home alone.

You made it back to your lodgings with no issue, but out of the corner of your eye, you thought that you saw silver.

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knight-queen · 4 years

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𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐘𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐌𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 – (𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭)

[Chapter O2] [Chapter O3] [Chapter O4] [Final]

Main CG used in this Route -

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Yui: (I must have to get back my heart….!)

Place: 山中 / Mountain / Yamanaka

Yui: (I must have to get back my heart….!)

Yuma: From now on, we gotta solve this problem, huh?

Yui: Sorry...Yuma kun.

Yuma: Haa? Why are ya’ saying that? The person called Earl or whatever, it’s all his fault, right!?

Don’t make such a annoyin’ face! C’mmon! La-u-gh?

*Yuma gets closer*

Yui: Ouch...I-it hurts…!

(I think he puts all his strength into stressing my face.)

Yuma: Hee? That face was also good...ha-haha!

Yui: Laughing like this….it’s not fair!

*Yuma backs off*

Yui: (By the way, what should we do from now on)

(I think I saw something in the dream...Maybe I can figure out something if I think about that.)

Yuma: ……..*Sighs*

Yui: (Why is he looking at me putting on such a scary face…?)

Yuma: Making such a stupid face for a while, I am saying that everything’s gonna be fine! HUH?

Yui: You are wrong...It’s not something like that…

Yuma: I am saying it, which means I am correct!

Yuma: Haa...Looks like I have to make you understand it thoroughly….haa!!

*Yuma hugs Yui*

Yui: Kyaa!

(He’s hugging me out of nowhere…!?)

Yuma: Don’t be so dumb. It doesn’t matter where we go so, hold onto me tightly!

Yui: Eh?! Gh! Kyaaaa!!

*They are flying*

*Sound of Wind*

*Screen black / Yui closes her eyes*

Yui: (This feeling...Could it be that we are…!)

*Opens her eyes / screen comes back*

Yui: (Flying…?)

(We’re just going up and up! At this rate, it looks like we will reach the Moon...!)

Yuma: Kuku! Make sure that you hold me tightly!

Yui: You have suddenly started to fly! I was scared, y’know?

Yuma: Even if I wouldn’t fly suddenly, you would be scared to fly anyway.

Yui: That’s true though…

Yuma: So? Can’t you think of anything other than scaring?

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: For example, shooting stars or the lights of the parade venue. What about those?

Yui: Yes, they are beautiful…

(I am seeing colorful lights far below...ah, there is an amusement park over there. That wagon is selling something, I think?)

(That was the parade venue from the earlier, right? It’s very lively and pretty.)

Yuma: No-w, where shall we get started? What ‘bout starting from attractive places all the way through?

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: Ruki said it, right? Earl Walter can be anywhere that we don’t even know.

If that’s so, that we should use our feet for searching without thinking about anything!

I think it’s best to ask people here about this world. There may be other information out there ‘bout being stolen of your heart.

((A quick reminder that Yuma is extremely rude, and I am trying my best to translate in his type language. But he is always RUDE! He is not formal at all))

Yui: (Definitely…)

Yuma: That’s why, let’s play & have fun while collecting the information!!

Ah! That amusement park will be a perfect place! We are gonna’ ride every single one!

Yui: Y-yeah…

(Looks like his main intention is to have fun rather than searching for information.)

(I also want us to have fun together, but…)

Ne~ Yuma Kun.

Yuma: Aah?

Yui: If I don’t get back my heart...I will end up dying, right.

It would also work if I don’t have this body...but that’s…

(It’s difficult to have fun while holding these feelings.)

Yuma: Oi, haven’t you noticed anything. I am not planning to have fun around by throwing out your main problems.

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: Tch! You are very poor at guessing!

I haven’t gotten any other choice but to yield, I guess?

It’s obvious to get depressed at the same time, but even if we don’t have fun, you’re gonn’ be anxious anyway.

That’s why I’m sayin’ that I am gonna make your face unconcerned just like I have!

Yui: (Yuma Kun is...thinking about me.) *Blushing*

(Yet, I was just concerned about me.)

I am really sorry...I wasn’t planning to doubt you or something…

I was just feeling washed away...I didn’t even watch my own words...as a result I ended up being teased by you

Yuma: Exactly.

Yui: (I was so depressed lately. I haven't fixed it. First of all, let’s keep in mind that I have to make myself cheerful.)

(Alright, beware of your smile...)

Yui: Yuma Kun! Can I company you?

Yuma: ….!?...

Yui: Yuma Kun?

Yuma: You, making such a face….damn! Don’t say cute things! *Blushing*

Yui: Eh? Ah…!

*Yuma undresses Yui*

Yui: (He embraced me, he’s digging fangs in my neck….!)

Yuma: Don’t think that I’ll stop if you say ‘sorry.’ Give me a thank you using your feelings.

If I bite ‘ere, then those vampires won’t bother me.

Yui: (Could it be that, he was planning to fly for this….from the beginning…!)

Yuma: At first, I’ll do it from here….nh…*Licks*

Yui: Don’t…! *Blushing*

Yuma: Your makin’ such a face before I even dig my fangs. Don’t you still have some hope…!! (( He has used 期待 -> means hope or expectation.))

Yui: Please...don’t…!

*Sound of shooting magic*

Yuma: Hm? I have heard somethin’...HAAA!?

Yui: Eh?

(A black object is approaching this way!)

*Another sound*

Yui: (What a speed...we are going to collide!)

Yuma: A meteorite!? Why is coming straight towards us! Tch, as this rate —

*Another sound*

Yui: (We’ll get hit…!)

Yuma: Can y’ easily bum ito us...Aaaa!!

*Yuma aparts from Yui*

Yui: Ah!

(I am separated from Yuma Kun…!?)

Yuma: Yui!!

Yui: Kyaaa!

*Sounds of wind*

Yuma: *Unclear Voice* Ugh! Extend your hand!

Yui: …!

(Can’t, my hand can’t reach him…!)

Yuma: Guh!...Damn! You’ll…!

Yui: (I will?...Die...I thought it’s gonna be positive with me….but)

*Screen black / closes her eyes*

(I am sorry Yuma Kun)

Yui: …..nh?

(—What...This touch...it is very soft….and sweet smell.)

Yuma: No good, I can’t control this speed!!!

UWAAAAAAA— —!!!!!!??

Yui: Nh!? Yuma kun!

Yuma: Ugh...what’s this...it’s hurting and...ugh…

Oi, can you move?

Yui: It’s… kinda impossible….

Yuma: Haa? What should I do then?

So, where’re we? I’know it's a parade venue, but...I can’t see anything like that.

Yui: You are right….

(It's a very noticeable place…)

Clown D: Haa...I was going to finish up today’s work. Are you guys substituting my candles or what?

Yui: Candles? Umm...what you mean —

Clown D: Oh my, oh my. You guys are festiving too much in the name of parade~

Yuma: Isn't it weird to hear something like this from a clown?

Clown D: It’s not weird~good grief! You are really a hopeless couple. Here, I will help you, gimme your hand.

Yuma: Yea, counting on ya’.

Yui: Thank you so much…

Place: サントノレパーク通り / Saint Honoré Park Street

Yuma: Ha— we had face somethin’ awful!

Yui: (I am glad that everything was okay, but...)

(No way, it’s more likely to break a giant cake of the parade celebration.)

We are really really sorry.

Clown D: A—….It’s okay, it’s okay! I’d like to say...nope, I give up~

I will make it over again. Even though I’ve made the cake with great efforts, y’know~!

Yuma: Haa? It was you who cooked, huh? You have a great taste!

Clown D: Eh, Really!! Even though it’s not true, that makes me so happy!! But, A—aah~

Yui: (He’s feeling so down. I am sure that he was preparing that taking a long time…)

(A lot of people will be gathering here. If we don’t cooperate, he may not be able to finish making such a big cake….)

Umm…

Clown D: Hm? What is it?

Yui: I don’t know whether you’ll be able to make a gorgeous cake or not, but, we will compensate for you!

Yuma: Haaa—?

Yui: Because, it was all our fault after all. We must have to do something.

Yuma: I’know what you mean... but how can we compensate somethin’ like this?

Yui: That’s—…

(There should be a way…)

...Sorry, I can’t think of it right away.

Yuma: Anyway, my whole body is sticky and sticky for the cream, it’s unpleasant.

Sorry but I'm someone who’ll get tension for this, right?

Since it’s a parade, I am looking like a display object or something like that….Let’s go for the bath right away.

Clown D: Saying this means you’re planning NOT to come back, right~?

Yuma: Well, if I would be the only then I wouldn’t come back. But, if I do so, this good-person won’t forgive me.

Yui: Listen...Of course we will come back! We will absolutely pay back your debt, so please trust us!!

Clown D: Let’s see...— Um...I don’t have faith in this big brother, but I can trust this big sister!

Yuma: Aaa—? Tch!

Yui: Thanks a lot! By the way, would you mind telling us where we can have a shower….?

Clown D: I’ll lead you to a familiar hotel. If you like then, I may give you the tickets!

Yui: Eh, is that okay…?

Yuma: Is that ‘cuz there’s an acquaintance there and you keep an eye on us so that we won’t run away?

Clown D: Listen—…!

Yui: (But that way, we also can proof that we keep our promise, right?)

Yui: I got your point. Of Course we’ll come back. We were really sorry.

Clown D: Well—That wasn’t my intention. First, I will say that, don’t be slow~

Yuma: Got it. Let’s go then.

Yui: Yeah.

Place: ホテル・モーントシュタインバスルーム / Bathroom of Mortstein Hotel

*Without dress*

Yui: (Phew….)

(Nevertheless, we completely spoiled the cake…)

(I did something like this in a dream when I was a kid. I think I wasn’t happy at all for doing that...)

(Anyway, it’s Yuma Kun’s turn now)

*Turns off the shower*

*Puts on dresses*

Yui: (Okay, all I have to do is to just fix my fair. Shall I call him out?)

Yuma Kun, thank you for waiting. I am coming out, just a little, okay?

*Yuma opens the door*

Yui: Wah?

Yuma: I’m tired of waiting — Haa! How annoyin’. These clothes’re stuck with me.

gh...ugh...—I still can’t take these off...guh… *trying to take off*

*He takes off his clothes*

Yui: —! Kyaa!

Yuma: Aa? Shut up, why screaming, huh?

Yui: *Blushing* Wa-wait! Let me move backwards!!

Yuma: Why are y’ being damn noisy. Y’can move anywhere so be quiet!

*Yuma turns on the shower*

Yui: Uuh— I wiped my hair perfectly... I must get out…!

Yuma: ...Nh...What the hell is this, such a sticky! ...—Oi!

I can’t remove dirt from my hair, you gotta help me!

Yui: Eeh! But…

Yuma: I wrap a towel ‘cuz you’re such a noise! Hurry up and help!

Yui: (If it’s so...then I may lay him a hand.) *Blushing*

(To tell the truth, he had fallen down in the cake to protect me, right?)

*Turns into CG*

Yuma: —Ah...by the way, wash more gently there, and also the right side…

Yui: *Nod*

(Uu—It’s embarrassing….I must not look at him….)

Yuma: ...—What it could be that was hittin’ us during flyin’ in the sky.

Is that a meteorite?

Yui: May be...A—

Yuma: Uwa—Oi! Are you blind or what? Watch carefully!

Yui: Ah! Sorry!

Yuma: Whatta pain! Are you embarrassed for that! Usually, you used to be more close to me, right!

Just—like this!

*CG turns where Yuma’s sucking*

Yui: Kyaa!!

Yuma: It reminds me that I couldn’t suck during flying...kuku~ I’m gonn’ get it back!

….—Nh…..hn…*sucking*

Yui: Ah…

(His fangs are digged deeper….!)

Yuma: Kuku...Such a good face. Lemme taste it more.

Nh—...ha...nh…

Yui: (No...I am losing my strength…)

Yuma: Like always….your are having a sloppy face….hah….lean on me.

Yui: Ah...—Yuma kun,....I can’t—

(Even though I was done with bathing….I am feeling dizzy.)

Yuma: What now? Do you want me to suck from here? I’ll do it.

Haha, dropping tears...all I see is that you just want me to continue.

Raise your face…

Yui: Uh—…

(If he still continues….I will lose consciousness…)

Yuma: Nh…*Kiss*

Yui: (Lips...he didn’t...bite?...)

nh...Yuma Kun…?

Yuma: I am glad that you didn’t die…

Yui: Eh…?

Yuma: It’s nothing. C’mmon give me more. These blood’re just coming out. I won’t waste it.

Until I am satisfied...I won’t let y’ go...nh...nh...mn..

Yui: (Enough already...at this rate…!)

Stop...we have to go back to the plaza. We promised to Clown San…!

Yuma: Aaa?

Yui: (If he still continues sucking, we can’t keep our promise. I can’t allow something like that...!)

*Yui moved back*

Yuma: Aah? Wait!

Place: ホテル・モーントシュタイン客室 / Guest Room of Mortstein Hotel

Yui: (I’m sorry for Yuma Kun, but it’s good that I managed to escape somehow. I must go back to that place, as soon as I can!)

Yuma: ….Oi! What’re you actually planning to do somethn’ for that big cake?

Yui: It’s obvious! It was your fault....If you wouldn’t fly then, we won’t have deal with something like this.)

Yuma: Aaa? It was those meteorites’ fault! You were expecting my fangs, didn’t you?

Yui: I didn’t! By the way, let’s go back to that place.

Yuma: Even if you say that. You’ve almost forgotten your most important work.

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: To remake such a big cake, how can you buy such an amount of time?

If you do it, then we may lose your heart!

Yui: Ah…

Yuma: Your face’s telling that you’ve completely forgotten...hah, as I thought, you should just lie ‘bout it.

Yui: *Nod* I can’t. When I imagine people’s sad faces out there, I just can’t do something like that.

(If we escape away, then I am sure that we’ll regret it later. More than that, I don’t want others to be disappointed.)

Yuma: Well, it’s true that I also did something horrible.

Yui: Please Yuma Kun, let’s go there together?

Yuma: It can't be helped. Then hurry up and finish making that cake.

Yui: Really?

Yuma: I can’t hear if you’re sayin’ something. ….That kind of attitude of you still hasn’t washed away, this stubbornness.

Yui: Not really. It’s very normal.

Yuma: No, you are not normal. Hehe, you easily get swept away by the things that make you feel good.

Yui: —No, you are wrong!

Yuma: Hehe, you are red all the way to the neck.

Yui: (—! There are many things to say, but...it’s good that he accepted my favour.)

Place: サントノレパーク通り / Saint Honoré Park Street

Yui: (There’s a lot of traffic. People walking in the road also disguised themselves to have fun.)

Yuma: Oi...Don’t get lost from me.

Yui: Yes, Ne~ Yuma Kun. Did you remember about the carnival that we visited before?

Yuma: Huh? Very strange situation. It also remembered that. ...However, the situation right now is completely different from that.

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: At that time, it was a problem when those vampires got addicted to your blood, right?

Yui: If it’s so, then it’s completely different now.

(A human like me....no one is noticing me, even if I walk around them...It was a little mystery…)

Yuma: Perhaps….since your heartś replaced with a stone.

Yui: (I see...Earl has replaced my heart with a gem. For this, they are thinking that I am not a human, may be itś the reason for that…)

Ne, did the taste of my blood change?

Yuma: Haa...you’re looking so serious. Are you worrying ´bout it?

Yui: Huh?

Yuma: You said that you won´t feel comfortable like in the past, kukuh! Are you disappointed?

Yui: Itś not something like that…!

Yuma: Aah? It’s a bull’s eye y’know? But, don´t be worried. I don’t care ´bout taste or something like that.

For me, to make you feel better is more important than suking your blood after all, kukuh

Yui: Enough-...!

*Blushing* (Saying something like that...may me that’s a part of his kindness…)

(As I thought, I have to get back the heart as soon as possible.)

*After a while*

Yui: Ah, Clown San!

Clown D: Oh, you two huh~ Good to see that you come back after all~

Yuma: That was obvious. So? Did you make that cake?

Clown D: No way! I am just a clown out here, so I can´t make something like that~

Yui: You made it then?

Clown D: It’s a sweet shop-keeper~!

Yuma: What about getting that guy to make the cake over again?

Yui: Yuma Kun, it’s not fair to say something like this.

Yuma: Aah? But it's impossible to make it for an ordinary person, right?

Yui: That’s true, but…

Clown D: At first, go there and tell that ¨ I am sorry.¨ Spoiling such a huge cake, I can´t say something from my position, yḱnow~

Yui: Okay, we are going to apologize.

Yuma: Letś make it.

Clown D: I don't know whether it goes that easily, but good luck~!

Place: ザフィーア菓子店 / The fear confectionery shop

Yui: (Waah! The sweets are lined up! How cute…!

(There’s also something called eat-in.)

Yuma: Oi! We haven't come here to eat sweets or something!

Yui: Umm...excuse me. I have heard that hereś the person who had made a giant cake in the plaza.

‘The fear’ store’s manager: Aah! That was my self-confidence work! That was a very splendid cake, right?

Yui: Aah...yes…

(Uuh, itś hard to cut out this topic…)

Yuma: Yup, that was tasty. The sweetness level was perfect.

‘The fear’ store’s manager: Aah, I am so glad to hear that! Come to think of it, who are you? How do you know the taste of that cake?

Yuma: Haa? By eating, ofcourse.

‘The fear’ store’s manager: Eeeeh!!??

Yui: That’s...many things happened and as a result, we broke that cake. We are really sorry!

‘The fear’ store’s manager: Wawawa - What did you just say!? You broke that cake! That cake was specially made for the parade!

Do-do-do...Do you even know how much materials and time I had to spenk for that!!!! I won´t easily...forgive you!!

Yuma: Shouting like this, itś useless now to get angry for that.

‘The fear’ store’s manager: What’s up with that attitude! You have broken my masterpiece cake...how terrible...uuuh!!

*The manager collapsed*

The fear confectionary assistant: Manager! Please hold on!!

Yui: Manager!?

The fear confectionary assistant: Haah...first of all, I will listen to your conversation. Please continue if from the very first.

Place: ザフィーア菓子店厨房 / The fear confectionery shop, kitchen

Yui: (Waah! The smell is very sweet. Thereŕe a lot of designers here! Everyone looks so busy…)

The fear confectionary assistant: Until recently, every members were just focusing on making a huge cake.

fear confectionery assistant: It has such a big size, so itś very didfficult to to arrange the materials, to bake and even to decorate…

This is why...when the cake was done, we were so happy that we held our hands in hands together.

Yui: Is that so...umm...we are really sorry.

Yuma: ….But, the paradeś is still continuing, right? That open place won look good if thereś no cake out there.

The fear confectionary assistant: We are getting so much advertisement from our customers...I want to do something.

Yuma: So, let’s start making the cake. Looks like a lot of workers are here. I am somehow excited.

Yui: Um..we will also help you out since we will pay your debt!

The fear confectionary assistant: Before the manager gives us the permission, I can make sure that we will be able to gather necessary ingredients.

Yuma: Haa? Are y'all gonn´ use rare ingredients or something?

The fear confectionary assistant: It’s not like that. We are in the middle of the parade, so sugars won´t be available everywhere, and it will be harder to get.

When the sugar of our shop was out of stock, we were about to close the shop…

Yui: That’s…

The fear confectionary assistant: Did you notice that there are so many street halls, itś very unusual. There are so many…

Yuma: Well, I don´t get it well, but there's no other problem if you get the sugars, right?

The fear confectionary assistant: Yes...Flour, eggs and raw cream are still affordable.

Yui: (Sugar...I have no idea how much sugar we should get, but...we can´t give up.

We will manage the sugar but please make that big cake one more time!

Yuma: Haaa….

Yui: Please!

The fear confectionary assistant: Understood...I will pass your words to the manager. I am also requesting you to get the sugar.

Yui: Yes!!

Place: グリンマーストリート表通り/ Glimmer Street, Main street

Yui: (Even though she told me the amount of sugar I have to get...but I didn’t imagine that they’re gonna need such a huge amount…)

Yuma: *Sighs* … … …

Yui: (He is being irritated for searching. Of Course the necessary amount of sugar is something to be shocked.)

Yuma: You! Y’re a completely stupid! Lastly ending up asking the necessary amount of sugar...what have you done, haa!?

Yui: Anyway, I want us to try out searchi individually where sugar is available

Yuma: Haa? If we search individually, then the parade is gonn’ be over! Let’s steal those from somewhere!

Yui: We can’t steal! We have to explain our situation and ask others!

Yuma: Damn! Y’ come up with such a lame idea!

Yui: I am sorry...

Yuma: We gotta finish up dealing with this. So? Where should we get started?

Yui: (Where should I say...)

SELECTION ー

Sugar House (Correct +)

Sugar making factory

Yui: What about Sugar House? Since it’s right over there, I am pretty much sure that there’s a lot of sugar stocked.

Yuma: Hehe, it sounds like a simple step.

But, those are very rare...don’t you think it will be a waste to ask them mashed sugars as they put such an effort?

Yui: You are right...maybe we should try going there...they will probably gonna distribute the unmashed sugars…

Yuma: Well, there may be restricted sugar which’s specially produced for parade. ‘Kay, let’s go!

Yui: Mhm

Place: グリンマーストリート表通りワゴン前 / Glimmer Main Street Wagon Street

Yui: (Phew...they didn’t understand our excuses pretty well, but they distributed sugars to us one by one.)

(People of this demon world are unexpectedly nice with me...may be because my heart is now a gem.)

(More importantly, Yuma Kun also helped me out...I also gotta do my best!)

Yuma: What’ are ya’ barging about, Sow? Watching me sweating while pulling the rear car, it’s funny to see, haa?

Yui: Y-you are wrong! I was about to thank you…

Looks like we are about to gather our target amount of sugar. Umm...next up isー

*Something sounds like wheel blusted*

Yui: (Hm? What’s this sound…)

Cotton Candy Shopkeeper: Aaah, that’s weird. I heard that it will get fixed by hitting, but I am not sure it will end up working or not…

Yui: “Cotton Candy”...I didn’t assume that there are such stores in the parade.

Yuma: This trouble...looks like I’m not the only one who’s experienced it.

Yui: Mhm…

Cotton Candy Shopkeeper: Oh, customers? I am really sorry for this...I am going to repair it right now.

Yui: Not really...Are you fine with it. We can help if you would like to.

Cotton Candy Shopkeeper: Oh, really? Thank you!

I heard how to fix it when I got this machine...but it’s making me scared now…

Yuma: Ah….As I thought, I know how to fix that.

Cotton Candy Shopkeeper: Eh!? Is that so? Can you help me out, brother?

Yuma: Kuku~ Leave it to me ….Haah!!

*Yuma hitted the Machine*

*A huge sound of being damaged*

Yui: (This sound...could it be…!)

(Oh no...cotton candies just bounced and popped out from there…!)

Yuma: Ugh...Oi! Pick those up before more of those come out!

Yui: On it!

(He got such strength....anyway, let’s pick these up as much as possible!)

*After a they are done with picking candies*

*Repairing sound*

Yui: ….Hah..ha...Yuma Kun...I have reached my limit…!

Yuma: Tch! Get fixed already!!

*Yuma hitted machine more time*

Yui: Ah...looks like we did….

Cotton Candy Shopkeeper: Oh, looks like we’re done with repairing...Thank you so much!

Yuma: Np, I just hitted, that was all. Is that ‘kay?

Cotton Candy Shopkeeper: Fufu~ It was a great help. Take my cotton candies as a gift.

Yuma: That’s fine though, but if possible, we would like to have sugars.

Yui: For many reasons, we must have to gather some sugars...Please, can you accept this request?

Cotton Candy Shopkeeper: But...due to this circumstance, if I finish up using my extra sugars, then it will get tough to recover the crisis...

Yuma: Oi! Who do you think you get rescued from this circumstance? If you’re grateful, then give those!!

Yui: Yuma Kun, dont! We are so sorry for being rude.

Yuma: You!

Yui: I didn’t really intend to help for getting thanks or something. It was just about hitting afterall.

Cotton Candy Shopkeeper: I’m really sorry…

Yuma: ...ugh...Let’s go.

Yui: (It’s good that I convinced him. Now, let’s regain our mind, and go for the next step.)

Place: ザフィーア菓子店厨房 / The fear confectionery shop, kitchen

Yui: (After all...we couldn’t gather the perfect amount..)

(But, we must do something...I should try out by requesting them)

‘The fear’ shop’s manager: I refuse!! I won’t make the cake unless I get the necessary amount of sugar, I told you, didn’t I?!!

Yuma: THIS - IS- WHY Make something using these, even though a small one!

The fear shop’s manager: No-no-n-n-n-o-! Stop speaking cocky despite being a lay, ‘cuz it’s just… The things can’t be done, means can’t be done!

Yui: Calm down Yuma Kun...But we still managed some sugars, right? Can’t you even barely make one?

The fear confectionary assistant: I know your feelings, but it’s still not quite yet.

Yui: But somehow…

*Someone Opens the Door*

‘The fear’ shop’s manager: Who’s there? Getting into the kitchen without my permission? What does that mean!

???: Oh, I thought there's a crisis of sugar in this shop...I get some sugar for you. Aah! It’s you guys.

Yui: Eh!? Why are you here…

Cotton Candy Shopkeeper: That’s to you that, my shop improved a lot! You were really a great help.

I announced to all the stallholders in the acquaintance for sugar and fortunately, I managed to get some...Here you go.

Yuma: Haa? This is too much! You can use it for cotton candy or yourself!

Cotton Candy Shopkeeper: I also thought about that for a while...Somehow I remembered that you guys were working so hard.

Yui: Really, thank you! How can I thank you? I don’t think I will be able to do anything for you…

Cotton Candy Shopkeeper: It’s fine! You said earlier, right? “ We’re not helping to receive thanks.” Those feelings of you made me happy.

Yui: (Ah…!)

Cotton Candy Shopkeeper: Fufu~ Seeing this kind woman to smile...I am so glad to see it.

*Yui blushes*

Yuma: ...Earlier...That was my bad.

Cotton Candy Shopkeeper: Nope. By this, your problem has been solved, right?

‘The fear’ shop’s manager: Since, the perfect amount of sugar is collected, then we got no other choices but to make one.

Yui: This means…!

The fear confectionary assistant: Fufu~ Looks like we'll be busy for a while. Now, it’s time for the workers to get started. You guys, feel free to have some rest.

Place: ホテル・モーントシュタイン客室 / Guest Room of Mortstein Hotel

Yui: (While waiting, they already prepared the cake…!)

*Sound of spoon*

Yui: This tart (French dish cake) is delicious! Ne, Yuma Kun, what ‘bout having a bite?

Yuma: No…

Yui: Eh? Kyaa!?

*He gets closer*

Yuma: You’re...really cool.

Yui: *Bushing* For any reason...?

Yuma: It was impossible. But...you made it possible at the end. Wonderful...As expected from my woman.

Yui: Embarrassing…!

Yuma: Then, I’ll make it more embarrassing...Nh..*KISS*

Yui: *Kisses back* Nh...nh…

Yuma: ...kuku~....*kiss*...kiss*...I knew...you’re a perfect woman…*kiss*

Yui: (I am already embarrassed...But for now...I will be like this…)

Yuma: Gimme the tart. I want to eat it.

Yui: Here it is…

Yuma: Umm...tasty! Today, we have eaten only sweet stuffs *eats*

Yui: Yes…

Yuma: It’s fine in a while. Gimme one more.

Yui: (Today I was so exhausted but...I am so happy to have met with many kind people…)

— 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗢𝟭—

#Yuma Mukami #Diabolik Lovers #Lunatic Parade #Chapter O1 #diabolik lovers translation

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A collection of my favorite Phineas and Ferb quotes

I, for one, am starting to get bored and boredom is something up of which I will not put. (Rollercoaster)

Is my nose really that pointy? (Are You My Mummy?)

Follow-up single? Who do you think we are, some two-bit hacks who will keep writing new songs just because you pay us obscene amounts of cash?! Phineas and the Ferb-Tones are strictly a one-hit wonder! Good day to you, sir! (Flop Starz)

Um, that man isn't wearing any clothes. (Toy to the World)

You won't tell me? Is this because you don't speak or are you just being a jerk? (One Good Scare Ought To Do It!)

Of course, then I discovered girls and the rest is a blur. (The Ballad of Bad Beard)

Hey, Dad, can we help? Well, I'm afraid not, unless you can preform miracles. What's your budget? (Dude, We're Getting The Band Back Together)

Think of all the practical applications a caveman can have in the modern world. ... Actually, you know, besides politics, I can't think of anything. (Boyfriend from 27,000 B.C.)

I can't hear you! My cheeks are covering my ears! (Out to launch)

I lost her to a boy bigger fingers... (Out to Launch)

It got up... and it danced away. (Out of Toon)

Hey, wait a minute. Everyone. That British kid is saying something really, really... boring (The Lake Nose Monster)

Your hot dog is no match for my bratwurst! (Backyard Aquarium)

Nothing says "mothers love" like a giant robotic platypus butt. (Perry Lay's an Egg)

I'm sorry, all questions must be phrased in the form of an answer. (Let's Take A Quiz)

So, how about that airline food? (Cheer Up, Candace)

It occurred to me while I was on fire. (Cheer Up, Candace)

Well, if you reverse engineer the human heart, you're bound to find love at its core. And gross, smushy red stuff. Yes, love and gross, smushy red stuff. And ventricles! Actually, I think ventricles is already included in gross, squishy red stuff. (What Do It Do?)

Well, next time you can do all the cooking, and I'll stand around coming up with evil plans that ultimately fail. (Nerdy Dancin')

Nice? Aw, now I got to go do something to balance out the universe. See you on the news. (Hip Hip Parade)

The problem with you is: you're completely delusional. (Wizard of Odd)

Yeah, see, 'cause, 'cause he hit him. I'm not an idiot, Charles. (The Beak)

There was no rug, sir. (Phineas and Ferb-Busters!)

Give up? Give up?! The day may come when we'll give up on fruitless searches after a mere eleven minutes, but that day is not today! The day may come when our favorite reptile may be lost from our memories and his enduring love of mushrooms forgotten, but that day is not today! Today we search! We will search for him in the streets, we will search for him in the trenches, we will search for him in the alleys and the mini-malls and the cul-de-sacs of this fair land. We'll search for him in the multilevel car parks and municipal recreational facilities. And we few. We happy few. We small band of brothers — and girl from across the street. We shall not cease 'til he is found! (The Lizard Whisperer)

If the molecular splitter doesn't just disappear when this is over, we should really consider destroying it. (Split Personality)

I'm kicking my own butt! (Brain Drain)

Look! A sponge and a starfish! There's gotta be something we can make out of this! (Summer Belongs to You)

Maldito seas, Perry el ornitorrinco! (The Great Indoors)

If I had a nickel for every time I was doomed by a puppet, I'd had two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice, right? (Across the Second Dimension)

You know, my crimes against humanity had just completely slipped my mind. (Across the Second Dimension)

I've got a date with destiny, and it ain't going to end with a kiss! (The Belly of the Beast)

"Don't believe everything you read." Words to live by. (Magic Carpet Ride)

So what would you do with my hair? Nothing. It's perfect the way it is. Wow, you are good. Girlfriend, please. (Bad Hair Day)

Now, Candace, your brothers have issued a gold-based currency which has seriously devalued the euro. What do you do? (Perry the Actorpus)

Oh! I am sorry, Phineas. I seem to have broken your fire. (Phineas and Ferb Family Christmas)

Space is cold and unforgiving, like my father. (Ferb TV)

Woah, hey, hold it! What's with the banjo? Traveling music. Where are they going? Alabama? (Excaliferb)

You know what I like about our friends? We say things like, "We're gonna douse you in ant pheromones." And they're just like, "Okay, whatever." They're so cool. (Gi-Ants)

He's gonna John Wilkes my Booth! (Let's Bounce)

Phineas, go! Ice chalet! (Bully Bromance Breakup)

Tell me she was deported! (Buford Confidential)

Aw, look at the little guy. What's the fastest way I can transfer all my assets into his name. (Meapless in Seattle)

Why, yes. How about a romantic dinner for two? Wanna sip, Phineas? Oh, no, thanks. Oh, okay. I understand. You know, you want to keep yourself open to other drink options. I get it. Actually, I didn't want to say anything in front of anybody, but, it's, I don't like zucchini. Oh. (Doofapus)

Dr. D will be so proud! Assuming he survives the cataclysm. (Norm Unleashed)

Hey, guys, I landed up here. Should I come down? No! Throw down that vine. ... NO! Just one end. Okay, but I don't know what you're gonna do with half of a vine. Is it me? It is him, right? Buford, pull. ... On the vine. Oops, sorry. It's him. (Where's Perry? (Part 2))

It was at that point I decided to stop narrating. (What'd I Miss)

Ha-ha-ha! We're just having fun with you! That wasn't the real Balloony! It wasn't? No, of course not! The real Balloony popped three weeks ago! (This is Your Backstory)

Norm you monster! Can't you see I'm in pain?! (This is Your Backstory)

I was heading to a golden land of opportunity; a land with a pioneering spirit which welcomed misfits like me! But I ended up in America instead. (This is Your Backstory)

Yeah, we all know the song... But I'm not exactly sure how. (Fly on the Wall)

Ooh, I hope they do not have a male dancer popping out of it. They asked, but they couldn't afford me. (Happy Birthday, Isabella)

Don't ever make Phineas angry. You wouldn't like it when he's angry. (Mission Marvel)

I want your father to disown you and adopt me! (Thanks, but No Thanks)

Yes, the universe is constantly expanding. But what is it expanding into? Oooooooh... Okay, now my mind is blown. (Cheers for Fears)

We can formally begin courting. (Steampunx)

Behold! The I-Don't-Care-inator! (Live and Let Drive)

Yu-rah-noose, check. Buford, that is not how it is pronounced. It is on this channel. (The Inator Method)

Seriously? Someone moved the Earth and it wasn't you? Not this time, no. (Phineas and Ferb Save Summer)

This must be a special episode. He's yelling at his sister again. (Phineas and Ferb Save Summer)

Look, I'm shakin' bacon! You like that? It's a call back to something I didn't even hear! (Night of the Living Pharmacist)

🎶It's just about the time spent together. With you~ 🎶(Last Day of Summer)

#pnf #phineas and ferb #phineas and ferb quotes

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Hi babie! Here for your event 👀 can I request a fluff with Daichi? 😩💜 my head has been FULL of this man. I see myself as a friendly person and I tend to be not awkward when talking to someone I’ve just met. You can also say that I have ambitions and clear goals of what I want my future to be like! But I have very low confidence level. It’s very hard to get my confidence up there but very easy for it to plummet down. Thank you for doing this babie! Congratulations again 💓💓

| Wishes and Takoyaki | Sawamura Daichi

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prompt | #1- Snow

pairing | Sawamura Daichi x Reader

words | 1.3k

author’s note | Aww thank you Ana! Hope you enjoy this dose of childhood bestfriend!Daichi fluff~

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[Year 2000]

“Hello! Are you lost?”

He looked up to meet your eyes, tinted yellow by the candles around the two of you. Snow had started to fall softly, gathering in clumps on his dark green beanie. The Snow Lights Festival was being held at Shojing Shrine, which sat atop a little hill. The path leading up was decorated with snow lanterns, which emitted a soft yellow glow amidst all the white.

“Y-Yeah.” He answered shyly, rubbing his hands together. He had gotten separated from his parents due to the crowd a while ago. “My parents said to meet them at the top if I get lost.”

You tilted your head at him, smiling. “I’m lost too! Let’s start walking up!”

“But- But it’s so far away.” He complained, pouting. “I can’t walk that far.”

“Sure you can!” You insisted fiercely. “Just think of the food at the top! If you make it up there you can eat! And you can make wishes on emas, too,” You added. “But most importantly there’s food at the top.”

He hesitated. “Are you going up, too?” He asked hopefully.

“Yeah!” You grinned. “I’m here with my sister. She said if I get lost I gotta meet her at the top, so let’s go together!”

Nodding slightly, he took your outstretched hand, blushing a soft pink in contrast to all the white around the two of you. “Okay.”

“Oh, my name’s L/N Y/N! You can call me Y/N.”

He frowned. “But what about formalities?”

“We’re friends, right?” You smiled widely. “Then you can call me Y/N.”

“Oh... In that case, you can call me Daichi.”

[Year 2001]

“Daichi!”

He turned around, smiling even before his eyes met yours. Your voice was instantly recognisable by him, the tone and note memorised right down to the last detail. “Hello, Y/N.” He replied.

After last year’s festival, Daichi’s parents had acquired your older sister’s phone number so that the two of you could hangout and become better friends. You had spent countless days at Daichi’s place and could probably walk to his house blindfolded.

“Let’s go!” You grinned, tugging at his hand. Daichi glanced back at his parents, who only nodded in approval, calling out to the two of you to be careful. He let himself get dragged up past the snow lanterns and up the slope towards the shrine, the memories of the year before fresh and renewed in his mind.

“Wait here.” He told you, running off into the crowd as he left you by the side of a tall lamppost. You frowned in confusion but waited anyway, and he wasn’t gone long. In two minutes, he had returned with two wooden plaques in his hand. “Here’s yours.”

A beam slowly stretched across your lips as you realised what he had handed you- An ema, a little wooden plaque where you could write wishes on. “Thanks!” You smiled brightly, the two of you heading over to the station where pens were provided. Your sloppy, seven-year-old handwriting spelt your wish on the plaque- ‘I want a puppy and to be friends with Daichi forever’.

You peered over his shoulder curiously. “What did you wish for?” He instantly repelled away from you, grabbing his shinto tightly in his palm.

“You can’t do that!” He said indignantly. “It’s a secret.”

You pouted. “Fine! Not like I wanted to know anyways.”

[Year 2005]

Before you knew it, it was the Snow Lights Festival again. The two of you had turned eleven as pages of the calendar flew past in a blur. Daichi had dropped his slightly shy nature and become a more confident pre-teen that exerted the slight aura of a leader.

“Y/N!” He called out your name, a slight look of amusement on his face. “Were you lost?” He teased, having noticed how you had been wandering around aimlessly as you searched for your best friend, who you were supposed to meet at the shrine.

“I was not.” You defended yourself, crossing your arms.

He chuckled. “Sure, you weren’t. Where’s your sister?” He peered behind you, glancing around. “Isn’t she normally with you?”

“She got asked out for a date.” You replied giddily, incredibly proud of your sister, who had been an awkward single young-adult for the past five years.

“Oh.”

A silence fell between the two of you. Daichi looked like there was something he wanted to say, but decided against it. “Well, I brought money to buy takoyaki. You hungry?”

“Hungry or not, I’m always down for takoyaki.”

[Year 2010, Current time]

“Daichi! Sugawara! Asahi!” You grinned brightly as you spotted the trio. Junior high had came and left, and now you were halfway through senior high. Daichi had become a tall, broad-shouldered volleyball player that was greatly respected. His leader aura had only gotten stronger, giving him a reputation of being an incredibly reliable student.

The grey-haired boy nudged your childhood bestfriend. “Asahi, I’m going to the toilet. Want to come?”

“Err... Yes! Of course I want to come.” Asahi coughed awkwardly. “Y/N... We’ll see you guys at the shrine?” He offered, but was dragged off by Suga, who seemed very hasty to leave.

You stared at Suga and Asahi’s retreating backs oddly. “Isn’t the toilet in the other direction?”

Daichi seemed to choke on his saliva. “Um. Is it?” He laughed nervously. “Let’s... Go up first?” He suggested, gesturing to the slope that you had now become so familiarised with.

“I’m going to get some takoyaki. You want some?” You offered, already reaching inside your bag for your wallet.

“Go ahead, I’ll go buy us two emas’.” He smiled at you. “We’ll meet back here?”

You gave him a wink. “You got it!”

A few minutes later, the two of you met back under the lamppost, exchanging what you two had bought. “Here’s your ema.” He handed the wooden plaque to you, holding his own, an identical-looking one in his hand.

“Thanks. Oh my gosh, it tastes so good when it’s still hot.” You moaned, feeling the warm takoyaki ball inside your mouth. “It’s so good!”

He smiled in amusement.

“Oh yeah, Suga and Asahi sure are taking a long time in the toilet, huh?” You brought up, feeling suspicious. What were those two doing in the toilet??? (Asasuga??? wink wink)

He coughed. “Um. Maybe we should go write our wishes first?”

The two of you crouched by the pen station, writing down your respective wishes. You wished for good grades and an uneventful year, plus good luck for Daichi, Suga, and Asahi’s volleyball team. Daichi tucked his inside his coat pocket as soon as he was done writing, being very discreet and suspicious about the whole thing.

“There’s no more space!” You grunted in frustration, trying to squeeze your ema onto the fence provided to hang the plaques.

Daichi chuckled, taking your plaque from you. “There’s space at the top.” He reached up, easily tying it on one of the higher bars. “There. Okay, um. I need to tell you something.”

You raised an eyebrow. “If you make a remark about my height, Daichi, I will slap you.” You warned playfully.

“No! It’s not about that.” He laughed, a blush colouring his cheeks. “Okay, um. Remember the ema I hung up when we were seven?”

You scratched your mind for the memory. “Oh yeah! The one you wouldn’t let me see.”

“Yeah, well. About... What I wrote.” He coughed nervously, rubbing his arm restlessly. “I- I wrote that I wanted to be friends with you forever.”

You cooed. “Aww!” That’s what I wished for, too. Guess the wishes do come true, huh.

“The thing is, I want to take that back.” You must’ve looked panicked, because he rushed to reassure you. “No! Not like that. I... Don’t just want to be your friend.” He explained awkwardly.

The two of you paused for a moment until an old lady coughed, the two of you apologising in embarrassment and moving out of the way so other people could hang their emas.

“Oh.” You replied softly.

“So...?” Daichi prompted. “You can say no, it’s fine, really. I just... Wanted to shoot my shot.”

You giggled. “Then maybe we should get another ema.”

He raised an eyebrow in confusion. “What? Why?”

“So I can wish for us to be together forever.”

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[Haikyuu!! Light Festival]

Here you go Ana! I hope it’s satisfactory~

Also I googled Asahi x Suga and apparently it’s a thing-

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