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pbandjesse · 2 months

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I woke up in kind of a bad mood this morning. Just not enough sleep and not feeling my best. James also didn't come up stairs and then they kept slamming the front door and I was just really unsettled. Not the best way to start the day.

When I went downstairs I told James how much I didn't enjoy the slamming and they apologized. But we were both kind of in off moods. They didn't sleep well either. But we pulled ourselves together best we could.

I had actually gotten out of bed at 650 so I was all the way ready earlier they needed. But I still left even if it was before 720. And I had a pretty great drive in. No traffic at all. And I got to camp at 750.

I would have a lot to do today. After I had my breakfast I would start writing out programs. Alexi would come in and we would half a almost half hour chat about what she wants from the schedule and all of the little things I missed at the end of the meeting. And I had a little more clarity about what the second "village program" block is. I have renamed it "cabin choice" for clarity. But I think I understand how to make it work.

I would spend the next few hours moving things around on the schedule and I really made it work the way I think they wanted. I was able to make it so there are specialty programs, village time, cabin time, all the other staffed programs like archery and riflery. And it was fun. Like solving a puzzle or pulling threads from a pile. I would have to take some brain breaks. But I really was making great head way.

Elizabeth asked us to check out the cabins for a group that was coming in this afternoon for the weekend. And so when I needed some time away from the computer I drove up to the Alaskans and walked around. Picked up trash. Made sure everything seemed clean. And then drove to the fort and checked out the rooms there too. Everything was in order.

When I got back to the office Elizabeth and Sarah were surprised I went and handled that without saying anything. They didn't know where I went. But it was completed and that was good. And it was time for lunch.

I would hear back from Parker about the check and he was so frustrated that the other staff didn't give it to me he literally walked to our house and put it in our mail box. What a sweet heart. He also hid our package, that was left on the stairs, behind the trashcan. Thank you Parker, you're a gem.

I would continue to work on my schedule and my programing ideas. I checked in with Heather and asked if we could go over everything later. She was finishing a grant though and it was due today so I would wait until she was done.

I would also help her with some math. Which was difficult! I got to learn was the revenue and expenses of camp are though and that was interesting. It was nice being productive.

When we would meet if was when everyone else was out of the office. Alexi left early to get Josephine because it's her birthday. And Elizabeth and Sarah had gone on a walk. And so me and Heather sat in her office and went through the whole schedule and she seemed really impressed that I made it work in the format I had already built. And I suggested we really start working on what the programing is, what we need to buy, and what we need to build to make it successful. So I am going to do that next week. I really hope that Alexi agrees this is a good direction.

I chatted with Heather about how much I would wander away from the group as a child. Just absolutely loved eloping. And how it was such a different world when I did it. Like it seemed no one ever looked for me. But when kids at camp run away I'm like. I get it. But please stop. We are going to get in trouble.

My laptop was on 6% which meant it was about time to go home. So I packed how and said goodbye to Heather and went home.

I barely had any traffic on the drive. And got home before 430. I saw we had some mail. Including the package Parker hid for us. And when I brought everything inside I saw we had a bill from Johns Hopkins. From when we were in the ER. When we were not actually seen or treated. So I obviously will not be paying that. Absolutely not. It did make me laugh though.

James would come home soon with more mail

They stopped at the left office and we had packages. One being a new bracelet they got me with "Jessica" on it. I love it. And the other being a gift from their aunt Jan. A door mat with our chosen last name and I just thought that was so sweet. What a thoughtful gift.

Speaking of gifts. I will have to start thinking about our housewarming party and invites and registry soon. I'm hoping for the first weekend in April? We will see how that shakes out.

James and me had a plan tonight to move the daybed upstairs. But after moving all of the stuff in the studio out of the way I got a really bad pain in my side and had to sit out. But James was able to take the bed apart in a few pieces and got it upstairs and reassembled pretty quickly. Was proud of them.

That little room is still going to have shelves and everhbting but we are calling it the "preplay room" right now. Like we would like a child eventually and that would probably be their room but also it's a guest room right now and where a lot of my toy collection will probably live. Fun fact I believe my bedroom growing up was also the guest room. Mom you can correct me on that.

After the daybed was set up James took me to Mathews for dinner. And they didn't even really need us to order. Root beer, diet Pepsi, thai pie, ranch dressing on the side. Me and James talked about camp and the programing stuff I worked on today. And the food was great and it was just a really lovely time.

When we got back James had to park in a very tight spot but they are an excellent parallel parker so they obviously killed it. And when we got inside we all (Sweetp included) cuddled up on the couch for a long while.

Eventually I came up here to write my post. And now my eyes are very sleepy. I still will take a shower and get all ready for bed. But I am excited to sleep in a little tomorrow.

The big plan tomorrow is to go to the apartment to clean. Then take an afternoon break. Then I work at the museum tomorrow night. It's been forever since I could say that. I miss it terribly. So I am very much looking forward to it. I hope it's a lot of fun. It will be my first event without Angie though and that makes me a little sad.

I hope you all sleep great tonight. And have a very good Saturday. I love you all very much. Goodnight!

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mnranger5 · 1 year

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Northeast MN Work/Fishing Trip, St. Louis River, Lake Superior & Mille Lacs, 7/25/22 - 7/29/22

If I am pulling my boat around northern or central MN, it's usally 100% for fun. Not this week however. I had a 4 day worktrip that involved meeting staff from various hospitals and clinics across NE and Central MN. I had a jam packed week driving location to location, so I did what any fisherman would do; piggyback a fishing trip on a work trip , and trailer the boat behind my office on wheels. Afterall, I was visiting some areas with tremendous fisheries, and I just couldn't resist spending my evenings on the water.

My first stop was Duluth, where I stayed at Pier B resort. I love Pier B because of it's location and access to the water. While I didn't rent an overnight slip (I felt more comfortable with the boat trailered in the parking lot), I did use the private access ramp to launch my boat.

I had always wanted to fish the St. Louis River, Duluth Harbor and Lake Superior. The thought of boating the Great Lakes was quite daunting, until today. Winds were calm, the sun was brilliant, and from what I could tell (from my hotel room), there was literally no boat traffic. This gave me a newfound confidence.

But I, and the size of my boat were humbled very quickly upon leaving Pier B's protected cove. Between the 1,000 foot transport vessels and Viking Octantis Cruise Ship, I had the smallest and most vulnerable boat in these waters.

My head was on a swivel watching the navigation buoys, my GPS and keeping tabs on all the floating freighters. There was a lot more watching going on than fishing.

It didn't take me long to realize I didn't want to fish around all the industrial traffic in the Duluth Harbor. I found myself way up the St. Louis River looking for smallmouth.

Unfortunately for me, the water was VERY low, and I really couldn't access much of the backwaters, known for smallmouth fishing. Instead I focused on bridge pilings and some deeper holes on the river turns. I was able to pick up some small brown fish and a couple pike, but nothing of size. Disappointing, because I was really hoping to find a pile of them in the harbor and river.

I had several work appointments over the next two days that kept me off the water, so I was really excited on Thursday after I wrapped up in St. Cloud. Because it was off to Mille Lacs.

I got camp all setup and headed straight out to the lake. And fishing was awful. Not a single bite It had been a super long day, so I headed back to camp and turned in early. as I was falling asleep, I heard this sound that I could only describe as what sounded like an electrical storm. There was this loudly buzzing/crackling that was relentless for over an hour. At some point I fell asleep, not knowing what it was.

Friday morning, I spent a few hours on a perfectly slick lake without so much as even a bite. What was going on?? Duluth fishing had been bad, and now Mille Lacs? There had recently been a fly hatch, and there were fly carcasses littering the water. That was probably the issue. The fish had all the bug food they wanted and had probably gorged themselves to the point of not being hungry.

I headed back to came to meet Dyan, who arrived with with pups around 10AM. I was surprised to see so many fish flies. They were swarming the tent, the dogs, the vehicles. They were everywhere. We took the dogs on a nice afternoon boat ride, with the lake still perfectly slick.

I did a little fishing, Dyan a little reading. the dogs a little sleeping. It was the most relaxing afternoon. That is, until Moose caught a glimpse of a the hundreds of pelicans and cormorants dotting Hennepin Island.

Without even a warning, Moosey jumped up from a dead slumber, bellowing out the deepest coon dog roar. I know he's AKC purebread lab, but I swear, he has some hound deep in his lineage. And with that, Moose soared off the back of the boat swimming toward the island. I panicked. We were about 50 yards from the island, so there was no way he could swim that far, and once he got there, what was he going to do? He wouldn't listen to Dyan and I yelling at him to come to the boat. I turned the trolling motor on high and thought it would be best to try and motor between him and the island and see if we could get him in the boat. But in the process Ranger started freaking out and yelping because Moose was in the lake. And obviously the birds weren't real thrilled with a lab swimming right toward them, so they were squawking and fluttering their wings. Dyan and I continued yelling at Moose as Dyan struggled to keep Ranger in the boat...Ranger was absolutely flipping out that he couldn't join Moose in the lake. I can only imagine what other boaters around us must have been thinking...."What a shitshow!"

I was finally able to maneuver the boat to a point that Moose was right next to us. I grabbed onto the skin on his neck and pulled the sopping wet 80 pound dog from the lake like it was a state record bass. But things continued to go downhill.. As soon as Moose was in the boat, he was still barking at the birds and then just started peeing....like a fire hose that wouldn't stop. He peed so much, and there was nothing we could do to stop him. It was unreal. My mind was made up in that moment that it was the last time I would ever take those dogs fishing. Once secured, we put the boat on plane and ripped across the lake as far as we could get from that spot.

Later that afternoon, the flies were so bad, Dyan took the pups back home leaving me solo camping again.

The fishing trip really had fallen apart. The fish weren't cooperating, the dogs weren't cooperating. The flies weren't cooperating. But, I was here. At Mille Lacs. I wanted to give one more go at it.

Around 6PM, I headed out on the water, this time trying a new island on the south end I hadn't fished much before. Spider Island.

While Spider Island really isn't the main attraction. The best fishing area I found was this long spine of boulders (truck sized) arcing to the north of the island. At the base of the spine is a large sandy flat (circled in yellow). In the middle of this sandy flat were a couple of isolated very small rocks, maybe the size of a couch pillow. As I slowly drifted over some of these isolated boulders, I marked a fish holding right next to one. with not a lick of wind, I sat perfectly still on top of the boulder and dropped a drop shot on his head. The fish would move around as if interested, but wouldn't nibble. Based on the size of the mark, I knew it was a good fish, so I decided to wait the fish out. If this was his home, he'd eventually bite, right?

For 10 minutes the fish and I played a little dance where I'd jig, and he'd follow. But still wouldn't eat. I decided to give him a short rest and moved to a couple other boulders, but these vacant of fish. Twenty minutes later, I was back. First cast, I dropped it on his head again, and WHAM! He smoked it so hard it almost knocked the rod out of my hands. It was heavy, but not quite the pitbull that smallmouth usually are. for a moment, I wondered if it was a big walleye, but that thought was completely wiped at when the fish came soaring out of the water. It was a giant Smallmouth! I maneuvered the fish to the back of the boat where I fetched the net where I guided him in safely.

This toad came in at 5.5lbs. An incredible fish with an enormous belly - probably one of my top 3 biggest smallmouths ever.

I was so excited, I had to show Dyan on Facetime.

And the spot popped again a few moments later when I moved up to the actual rock spine. I ended up catching 4 more quality fish, including these tubs, all over 4 pounds.

Looks more like a football, than a smallmouth! Finally, the fish had finally woken up. Also waking up was the fish flies. As I pulled into the dock, the flies were swarming in the sky creating fly tornados.

And at that moment, I recognized the same sounds from the night before. The fluttering wings of billions of flies created an eerie and downright creepy sound that sounded like flickering electricity. Back at camp, everything, from the chairs, to the picnic table to the truck to the tent was covered with swarming flies. It was disgusting. I retreated to the tent because sitting around the fire was unbearable. Certainly a unique way to end a fishing trip!

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airashisakura · 3 years

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Pregnancy Diaries

Chapter 1 - Ball of Fur

Rating : General audience

Relationships : Uchiha Sasuke & Haruno Sakura

Summary : Sasuke wakes up one fine morning and finds Sakura missing.

FFN Ao3

This lovely art was a birthday gift from @something-like-air Also thanks to @ayuumaku for drawing this cute and beautiful art💖

The light peeking through the curtains of the rented room stirred the raven haired shinobi out from his slumber. He groaned and refused to get up from half-awake state as his lone hand traveled to the other side of the bed to clutch his wife and hide his face in the nook of her shoulder.

Every morning he inhaled her saccharine scent that invigorated him to face a new day. The day itself was bright and sunny, just like her smile. It had become a habit for Sasuke to snuggle before all his senses kicked in to continue for the coming day. But today, his hands were kissed good morning by an empty sheet. He sprang up from his sleepy state, partly bewildered and partly scared.

After Sakura became part of his journey, they had been camping mostly under open skies and after regular intervals they would settle in at an inn - to refill their basic supplies and to indulge in intimate acts after they set out again. But this morning routine was never missed. Even in woods and in unknown terrains, Sasuke somehow made sure to indulge himself in this pleasure. And now back from a few weeks, they'd been sleeping in warm bed and futons more often. It had become crucial too! Although Sakura didn't mind and persuaded Sasuke not to, Sasuke couldn't stop fretting over spending nights in the middle of nowhere when his wife was about 9 weeks pregnant and combating early symptoms of pregnancy like unexplainable tiredness, random headaches, and unusual abdominal cramps and backaches.

And here he is... His pregnant wife was missing from the bed. His concern about her health pushed him out of his torpid state. He knocked on the door of the washroom since her morning sickness was getting worse day by day. Sakura wasn't there either. And now missing from the room they stayed at the night with no note of her leaving abruptly. Sasuke tried sensing her chakra, but it was of no use. It brought two possibilities in his mind - either she had some urgent errands to run in the village, or she was in trouble. Uchiha Sasuke had never felt his fingers running cold, but he was confident that if it had been the latter one, Sakura would have left some clues. He trusted his wife's skills and intellect. He dressed up quickly in his full shinobi attire, and he rushed outside to inspect more.

Sasuke was planning to look thoroughly around the whole village. He knew very well that Sakura could take care of anyone who might try to hurt her, but her current condition worried him. He was about to leave the inn when he considered asking about her whereabouts at the reception desk, where an old lady sat sipping tea, complaining about her old-age.

Sasuke furrowed his brow at the thought of initiating a conversation with people. That was something Sakura was good at, and she usually took the responsibility wherever they went. Well, Damn you Sakura!

"Excuse me?" Sasuke tapped on the counter to get the lady's attention.

The lady looked suspiciously at him from above the rim of her round glasses.

"Have you seen a woman around my age?" Sasuke was trying to be more distinctive while describing his wife. "Pink hair and green eyes."

The suspicion in the lady's face grew dark. "What business do you have with her?" She retorted back.

What! I was with her when we checked in yesterday! Sasuke let out a frustrated sigh. "I am her husband."

"Oh?" The woman began to complain again about her old age and regressing memory.

Sasuke was losing it now. He had no idea where Sakura was or what even happened to her! He was regretting this useless interaction when the lady screeched at top of her voice.

"Sakura-chan is so good and beautiful."

Sasuke raised his eyebrows, but more and more anger built up as the lady hadn't told if she had seen his wife or not!

"Come with me, boy." The old lady got off from the seat as she muttered and cursed about her backache.

Sasuke bluntly followed her with his usual aloof expression. The old lady started walking towards the stairs. Sasuke was perplexed to find out that Sakura was still somewhere in the inn, yet relieved as he ticked off all the dangerous possibilities he'd been able to conjure. They crossed the first floor where their allotted room was, then she took the stairs to the second floor. The old lady's sluggish movements and the beats of her walking stick against the wooden stairs were testing his patience.

This is terrible, Sasuke cursed inwardly as he realized how impatient he could grow when he couldn't feel Sakura's skin or her chakra. Although the latter wasn't Sakura's fault, he was one to suggest hiding their chakras after she got pregnant to prevent any enemy ambush.

Finally, Sasuke's patience was rewarded when the old lady pointed towards her. Sakura was sitting cross-legged on the floor in the balcony of an unrented room. She was in her regular civilian dress, carrying the Uchiha sigil at her back. The very evidence that Sasuke had rebuilt his family. But the scars of losing it all over were still fresh after all these years.

Yesterday, when they had checked in, they'd been asked to rent this room, but Sakura dismissed the offer since having an attached balcony would have added extra charges.

But what business does she have here!

"You're really lucky. Take good care of her."The old lady smiled with the few teeth she had.

Sasuke nodded gratefully before the lady walked away, leaving them alone.

Sasuke walked towards her. As he scooted near her, he saw Sakura. Her dilated pupils were beautifully set within her orbs, plump pink lips parted in astonishment, her cheeks resting on her palms with curiosity even rivaling that of a child. Sasuke's gaze followed with her to the source of her amazement.

A cat? He noticed the cat had an abnormally large belly. Now, he was done with deducing things!

"Sakura?"

"This cat is pregnant!"Sakura spoke with a little thrill in her voice.

"What are you doing here? And why didn't you leave a note?" His frustration came upon her, but he accused himself of being insensitive when Sakura turned to face him with a small pout forming on her lips.

Has she become more beautiful? Sasuke's heart thumped in his chest.

"Sorry, Sasuke-kun. I felt nauseous so I got out of bed and then I heard this poor thing yowling."She pointed towards the cat. She carefully patted on the female feline's round distended belly and continued, "I couldn't find out then from where the sound was coming. So I asked the old lady at reception about this in the morning and she brought me here. This cat might have somehow climbed up here but couldn't get down later."

Sasuke listened to her long explanation as he noticed she brought some food with her to feed the cat.

"And a note?"

"Well, I forgot to write one." She sheepishly admitted, scratching the back of her neck.

Sasuke glared at her. Sakura made her puppy face to cool down his wrath. Nevertheless, he gave up on his anger and sat beside her.

Sakura got again into her business of observing and caressing the cat. Sasuke noticed every feature of her alluring face that twinkled with happiness as she explained that the cat was going to deliver in a day or two. And other things he ignored, as usual, when he stared at her.

"Sasuke-kun, did you see that?" Sakura's voice spiked in excitement again, bringing Sasuke from his wandering state. He was reluctant to remove his eyes from her, but she coaxed him to look at the cat.

"See?" Sakura merrily pointed to a part of the cat's belly, which was momentarily raised by a little bump before leveling up again with the belly.

Sasuke literally had no idea what had just happened, but Sakura could make out by his face that he was scared like anything.

Sakura chuckled as she explained, "You see, one of the babies inside her kicked." And now her laugh diminished to a gentle smile settling on her lips as his cheeks turned crimson.

Sasuke's gaze followed towards her belly, which is still taut with no physical sign of new life sprouting inside her. But he remembered Sakura telling him that in the coming months it was going to expand and would be more visible.

Sakura held him by his wrist and placed his palm on her lower abdomen. "You know, this little one will also move and kick from the coming months." The shade of her cheeks deepened and Sasuke gawked.

"Would that hurt?" Sasuke asked her.

Sakura giggled. "Sometimes, it would. It depends on the baby's position in the womb." She explained as well as she could in medical terms. The perks of being a medic-nin!

"But it would be great to feel the baby move," she sighed dreamily.

It was still difficult for him to imagine that months later he would be a father. An unknown relationship that would come to existence - a new member of his family. This reminded him of the family he once had. He once thought nothing could revive the feelings of the family that he lost, yet here he was with the one who would gift him a new life. A new life carrying both of their parts.

"Ne Sasuke-kun, can we stay for a few more days till I see her kittens?" She understood that she accompanied Sasuke in his journey, promising that she wouldn't be a reason to halt him, but the newly surging maternal hormones urged her to.

"Aah," he paused and added, "We will shift to this room."

"Eh? Sasuke-kun, you don't…" Before she could complete her sentence, Sasuke pulled her closer and kissed gently on her forehead.

Sakura adjusted her position as she wrapped her arms around his torso and rested her head on his chest as Sasuke dipped his head in the crook of her neck, enjoying the closeness that he had missed that morning.

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Again, after two mornings, Sasuke found himself in bed alone when he woke up, but he knew now where Sakura was. He lazily dragged himself to the balcony where Sakura was seated on the floor. Sasuke sat beside her, looking towards the new wooly creatures, snuggling close to their mother. The cat had delivered a litter of kittens a day before and she was now busy in feeding her newborns.

After the cat was done, Sakura patted her and set a kitten on her lap. She scratched the head of the little being with fingers while she said, "I won't hold you here any longer. The kittens are well, so we can move now."

But something caught Sasuke's attention. He looked carefully towards the kitten that was on Sakura's lap. A pair of innocent emerald eyes stared back at him. Its body was covered with white fur except the head, which had shining black fur. Sasuke felt unexpected familiarity within that unfamiliar creature.

Could it be? Sasuke thought. An Uchiha with green eyes?

"Sasuke-kun?" Sakura nudged him out of his thoughts.

Sasuke blinked back and responded, "Aah."

Yes to Sakura's question and a yes to his own thought. He didn't think it wouldn be bad if his child got Sakura's eyes.

Sakura gave him a questioning look. Sasuke tapped on her forehead and stood up, saying, "Let's get going then."

Sakura blushed at his gesture.

She ruffled the mama cat's fur, earning a purr from her. Sasuke lent his hand as Sakura carefully got off from the floor, the other hand resting on her belly.

Sakura flinched in pain as she stood. "Ouch, my back hurts," she whined, rubbing her lower back.

"Hn. Just like that old lady."

Sakura narrowed her eyes on her insult, but she laughed it off.

Never had either of them thought someone's arrival could provide them with extra happiness they had never asked for!

Chapter 2

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queen-swagzilla · 4 years

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Born in Dreams, Forged in Blood - Chapter 2

Rated: M

Summary: Katsuki Bakugo was not a good communicator. To be fair, neither was Izuku Midoriya. Looking back on their dumpster fire of a friendship, communication was probably the most significant missing piece in their interpersonal puzzle. Luckily, their translator is back in town, and they're about to take UA by storm.

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“I’m gonna give Sana a tour of the dorms.” Katsuki barked at the end of the day. “Then we’re going to see Deku, and we’ve got private shit to discuss. You extras better clear out before we get back.”

The look on Uraraka’s face told Sana that they’d have to forcibly remove her from the infirmary if they wanted any privacy. “I really don’t like that girl.” She muttered as they separated from their classmates.

“She’s impressive, but she’s nosy and she gets really territorial about Deku. Think she has some kinda claim over him or something.” He replied. “She has more right to be in Deku’s business than I do, though.”

“Yeah, what the hell is up with that? I know he hasn’t stopped being a friend to you, but he’s actually starting to believe that you hate him. And you told him to jump off the roof. He told me. What the fuck, dude?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Tough shit, Kacchan! The three of us are supposed to have each other’s backs against the world. It’s been that way since we were in diapers.”

“We still have each other’s backs. I’ve saved him. He’s saved me. I’m not turning my back when he’s in trouble or anything.”

“Yeah, but you act like a dick, and there’s more to friendship than literal life-threatening situations. You need to be there for the emotional shit, too. You help each other get stronger, work out problems together, just spend some fuking time together,—“

“Yeah, well Deku and I aren’t there anymore, okay? Drop it.”

“No! Tell me what happened!”

“He didn’t have a quirk!” He snapped, rounding on her. He looked around—they were outside the dorms now—and found no one in sight. Nonetheless, he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside—dragging her into the elevator. “If we’re doing this, it’s not gonna be where those extras can overhear us.”

“Fine.” She barked back, allowing him to pull her into his room and slam the door. “You could have just whispered. I would have heard you.”

“Yeah, but if AirPods is lurking, we’ll get overheard out in the open.” He replied, frustrated. “Okay, look. I started being hard on Deku because he didn’t have a quirk, but he still wanted to be a hero. He kept on putting himself in dangerous situations to get closer to hero fights and stood up to bullies and shit whose quirks were fucking violent. At first, I just wanted him to be reasonable and start looking out for himself, but he kept getting worse and I got more frustrated. He wasn’t even training physically at that point, just going off analysis and shitty self-preservation instincts. I just wanted him to think. I might have lost sight of what I was trying to get through his thick skull, but I was so fucking angry at him.”

“So you told him to kill himself?” She demanded. “You’re one of my best friends, but that’s seriously fucked up.”

“Yeah, I know.” He snapped. “I regret that, okay? Especially since that same fucking day, he saved me from the sludge villain. Before All Might showed up, I mean. But that still made me furious because what the fuck was he thinking?”

“Have you considered apologizing?”

“No, because now I’m pissed off for a different reason. He had a quirk and he let me have a fucking heart attack every time he pulled some crazy self-sacrificing stunt.”

“He said he was a super-late bloomer. Maybe it was triggered during the sludge villain attack? That’s when he started getting cagey with me, at least.

“That’s not it.” Katsuki muttered. “I have a theory now. I don’t know why I didn’t realize it sooner.”

“Wanna share with the class?” She replied when he didn’t elaborate.

“Not yet. But we should talk about it with Deku when we go see him later.” He admitted. “And your villain encounter. Don’t think I forgot.”

“You’ve had way more villain encounters than I have.” She paused. “Are you okay, by the way? After the kidnapping, I mean?”

He scowled. “Add that to the ‘we’ll talk about it later’ list.” He grumbled. “I mean physically, I’m fine. Mentally, I’m working on it.”

She sighed. “Fine. Wanna finish showing me around? You can tell me about our classmates while we’re at it.” She suggested, already moving toward the door. It was like talking to an emotionally constipated brick wall with him, sometimes.

“Uh, first…” He stopped her and she paused, turning back to look at him. “It’s good to see you. I’m glad you’re here.” He muttered, looking away. The tips of his ears burned, and she couldn’t help but smile. He might be emotionally constipated, but at least he was trying.

She threw her arms around his neck in a ferocious hug. “I missed you. Both of you. I’m really glad to be back. It didn’t feel right—learning to be a hero without you.” He murmured into his neck.

“I don’t want to get your hopes up about the team thing, because I dunno if Deku and I will be able to get past our shit. But yeah. It’ll be…nice. For the three of us to be together, I mean.”

“See? That’s a good first step!” She cheered. “Come on. Show me around.” She urged, pulling him back through the door.

He gave her a perfunctory tour, but ended up in the kitchen making food while he told her about their classmates.

“So…we like Kirishima, Kaminari, Ashido, Jirou, and Sero actively. We like Ojiro, Koda, Tokoyami, Yaoyorozu, Hagakure, Sato, and Todoroki passively. We don’t really “get” Sparkles or Tentacles. We aren’t sure about Frog Face, we dislike but respect Kirby and Four-Eyes, and fuckin hate Mineta. Sound about right?”

“Yeah. Froggy’s alright, but she tends to judge people too quickly. She’s kind of a know-it-all and she's pretty uptight, but she tells it straight and says what’s on her mind. She pissed me off today, but she was one of the people leading the charge to stop me from getting kidnapped at the training camp. She’s a real asset in a team, too. Level headed.”

“That was a whole lot of compliments. You better sling some insults to balance yourself soon.” She warned him. He threw a carrot peel at her face. “Rude. I was just trying to help.” She groused, picking the peel out of her hair.

“Yeah, well quit it.” He replied. He began ladling curry into tupperware over rice. “I was thinking we could take Deku dinner and eat with him while we catch up and talk through our shit.” He mumbled. Unfortunately for him, she heard him loud and clear.

“That’s really sweet of you, Kacchan.” She grinned, only smiling wider when he glowered. “Sounds like a plan. As long as we’re allowed to eat in the infirmary.”

He snorted. “We’re barely allowed to visit the infirmary. Aizawa basically told us to fuck off, remember? We’re going to sob-story our way in so that we can get his other visitors kicked out and stay past curfew.”

“The hell are you talking about?”

“You. Make up some bullshit about how much you miss Deku until she lets us stay.”

“I do miss Deku.” She deadpanned.

“Exactly. That’s fuckin perfect.”

“Kacchan.”

“Let’s go.”

As expected, Izuku’s room was occupied when they arrived. “I’m sorry, I can’t allow more than two visitors at a time. Otherwise it’s not fair to the other patients.” Recovery Girl informed them when they asked to see him.

“They already had their turn. Can’t you kick them out?” Katsuki growled. Sana smacked his arm (hard).

“It’s nice to meet you, Recovery Girl! I’m Sana Kimura—the transfer student. You’ll probably be seeing a lot of me.” She smiled, polite and charming. “Could you make an exception, just this once? I haven’t seen Zuku in over a year, and I wanted to surprise him today. I don’t want one of our classmates to give away the secret before I get the chance!”

She squinted at the newcomer. “Why does Bakugo have to join you?”

“We’re all childhood friends! Its been a long time since we’ve been able to spend time together. Besides, Kacchan is helping me navigate campus until I get settled.”

Recovery Girl squinted even longer—long enough to even unsettle Bakugo. “Very well. Wait here. I’ll let his other visitors know that their time is up. But I don’t want you to cause any trouble, do you understand, young man?”

Sana bristled, but Katsuki spoke before she could interject. “I understand. And uh…sorry. About the last time, I mean. I was out of line, and I destroyed a lot of your equipment.”

Recovery Girl smiled at him. “Thank you for your apology. I understand how frustrated you must have been. I must have scolded Miss Midnight for an hour after she put that muzzle on you.”

Sana scowled fiercely. “He should have been allowed to not accept the medal.” She said, seething. “That Todoroki kid didn't’ give it his all. Katsuki would have won, but that wasn’t a real win.”

“No need to convince me, dear. I agree.” She soothed. “I’ll go clear the room for you kids. Wait here.” She bustled into the room where Izuku was contained, and within seconds Sana heard loud protests booming from the occupants.

“You watched the Sports Festival?”

She snorted. “Of course I did. You and Zuku were both competing. Besides, Auntie Inko sent me about six million reminders. I wouldn’t have missed it, but I also couldn’t have missed it.”

“Oh. Well, what did you think?”

“About you? Or did you want me to give you a complete analysis of each match?”

“Just fucking tell me, dammit.”

She snickered. “You were great. I can’t believe how much control you have over your quirk now. I do think, however, that you need to work on your image in public.” He glowered. “Come on. You’re a hero. You can’t yell ‘die’. You gotta work on the rage. You want people to be hopeful when they see you, not intimidated.”

“Half my image problems came from the fucking muzzle and handcuffs. The rest of it was just treating my opponents like actual opponents. It’s shitty to pull your punches on someone who’s trying their best.”

“I agree. But really, yelling ‘die’ makes you sound unhinged. I’m pretty sure it’s a leftover habit from playing too many first person shooters, but really.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m working on it.” He conceded, pleased that she was impressed, but annoyed that she found his flaws noteworthy.

It didn’t escape her notice that Katsuki clammed up and bristled as soon as Uraraka and Iida entered the hallway.

“You got us kicked out?” Uraraka demanded, eyes fixed on Katsuki. “You actually think he wants you in his infirmary room? You’re usually the one who puts him in here!”

“He’s here because I’m here. Not that it’s any of your business. Just because you’re his friend, doesn’t mean you can dictate who Zuku spends time with.”

“Leave it alone.” Katsuki muttered, already walking into Izuku’s room. Sana looked like she wanted to argue, but if Katsuki was being the calm and reasonable one, she should probably leave it alone. She met Uraraka’s glare and Iida’s affronted, scandalized face with a venomous stare of her own, then followed Katsuki into the room.

“Kacchan? You’re my other visitor? Why are you here? Is everything—“ Izuku fell silent when sana walked through the door and stared, mouth ajar.

“Man, you two need to work on your greetings.” She joked as Izuku continued to stare at her in shock. “First time I see you two in over a year and Katsuki swears at me and you stare at me like I’m an alien. Not a single hello. You’re lucky I don’t take it personally.”

“Sana?” He choked out.

“Who the fuck else would it be, Deku?” Katsuki snapped. She slugged him in the arm.

“What are you doing here? It’s so good to see you!” He cried, automatically moving to get up before wincing and slumping back onto his cot. Apparently, he’d forgotten his injury.

“I told you I had a surprise for you!” She laughed, coming to stand by his bedside. “I transferred to UA!”

Izuku gaped again, eyes wide and jaw hanging open. “What?”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “She had some mystery encounter with a fucking villain and didn’t totally suck at handling herself, so Principal Furry scouted her for the hero course.” He barked. “She’s in 1-A.”

To no one’s surprise, yet Katsuki’s immeasurable horror, Izuku began to tear up. “You’re really transferring to UA? We’ve missed you so much, don’t you dare say sike!” He blubbered, tears already dripping down his face. Sana cooed in comfort, immediately bending to pull him into a tight hug.

“Telling the truth, Zuku.” She promised. He sobbed louder.

“Stop crying, nerd. We brought you dinner.” Katsuki snapped, shoving the tupperware at him as he sat on his other side. “We’ve got shit to talk about, and visiting hours are almost up. We were gonna ask if we could stay past curfew, but that’s probably one too many favors for Recovery Girl, and we’re not gonna get privacy like this in the dorm. So hurry up and get your shit together.”

“You brought me dinner, Kacchan?” Izuku murmured, eyes wide as he stared at the tupperware in wonder. “You made me dinner? Thank you!”

“Whatever, nerd.” He muttered, looking away. Did he really have to act like he’d cured cancer or some shit? “You and I have shit to work out, but we can do that later. Just eat and listen while Princess Shithead explains how she was in a villain attack and didn’t tell us about it.”

Izuku frowned at Sana, simultaneously snapping the lid off his curry. “Why didn’t you tell us, Sana?” he pouted, sounding disappointed. Sana groaned.

“Let me tell you right now, the disappointed for withholding information thing is NOT going to work in your favor, Zuku.” She warned. “You have a quirk.” Izuku turned red, eyes dropping to his hands as they gripped the food container.

“Stop changing the fucking subject!” Katsuki snarled.

“Fine! It’s not that big a deal. There was this super gross villain who had robbed a bank and when he was surrounded, he started destroying everything in sight. I was picking up groceries for dinner and got caught on the scene. I got scouted because I cleared a space for triage and defended it from debris and shit. The only bad part was not having my compression sleeves or braces with me.” She rushed out.

“I saw that attack on the news! That villain leveled three city blocks and nearly took down Gang Orca!” Izuku cried. “You could have gotten seriously hurt!”

“If that’s not the fucking pot calling the kettle black…” Katsuki muttered.

Sana rolled her eyes. “We’re training to be heroes. That’s the territory.Seriously, I didn’t even get that badly hurt. All of my injuries came from my own quirk”.

“The hell is your problem?” Katsuki demanded. “Why didn’t you fucking say anything until now? You could have died! You could have died and you didn’t tell us? I’ll fucking kill you!”

“What good would telling you have done? You couldn’t do anything! Not to mention you were taken by the League like two days later! Izu’s arms got fucked up and he actually almost died because of his showdown with Muscular. You had your own shit to worry about!”

“Fucking christ.” Katsuki spat, dropping his face into his palms.

“Look, we’re all okay, right? That’s what matters.” Sana reasoned. “And next time we’ll be stronger.”

“Do you want a fucking list of how not okay this shit is? Deku has a quirk, and it breaks his bones every fifteen minutes. You could have died in a villain attack and didn’t tell us. I got kidnapped, and I’m the fucking reason All Might retired.” His voice broke on the last point. Deku turned to him so fast, Sana was surprised he didn’t break the sound barrier. “Fuck. This is my fault. Everything that’s wrong between us is my fault.”

“Oh, fuck no.” Sana snapped.

“That’s not true, Kacchan!” Deku hissed. “I’m the reason All Might retired. You’re amazing! You’re so strong and you stayed strong when you were kidnapped, even when most people doubted you. Sure, we had our struggles in middle school, but you’re still important to me and I admire you. The only reason I’ve been able to use this quirk is because I’ve been watching you grow all these years.”

Katsuki looked up at them then, and they were both horrified to find him crying. “If I’d been stronger—or if I’d listened to that cat lady and retreated earlier, All Might would still have his power.”

“No. No no no no no no no.” Deku muttered, scrambling for his phone on the bedside table. “Hold on for a second, but please stop crying Kacchan.” He pleaded. He fired off a quick text, looking unbelievably nervous. He already operated at a baseline anxiety of 60%, so now it looked like he was going to vibrate out of his skin. “Okay.” He said, looking back at them. “If I tell you this, it has to stay completely secret. Promise me.”

Katsuki sniffed and Sana nodded. “I promise.” She said.

“Whatever. Fine.” Katsuki muttered, wiping at his eyes. Izuku braced himself, anxiety palpably rising with every second. “Just spit it out, nerd!” Katsuki barked, intimidation undermined by the wavering note in his voice.

“All Might was always going to lose his power.” Izuku began. “He was badly injured five years ago, and his control over his power has been fading since then. He came to UA to find a successor.” He told them. Sana gaped at him.

“How the hell do you know that?” She demanded.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Katsuki spat. “All Might chose him. After the sludge villain, right? That’s when you two met.”

Deku looked at him in surprise. “Uh…yeah. The Sludge Villain attacked me first, and All Might saved me. He told me that I couldn’t be a hero without a quirk. But then the sludge villain got free and attacked you, and I happened to pass by. I was ready to give up, but as soon as I saw you, I had to help. It wasn’t a choice, it was an instinct. After you yelled at me, All Might caught up with me. He trained me for ten months, and on the morning of the entrance exam, he gave me his quirk.”

Sana’s jaw dropped, eyes glazing. Katsuki, however, looked barely phased. “I figured it was something like that. After Kamino Ward—All Might’s message…”

“Yeah.” Izuku nodded. “That was for me.” Tears pricked at his eyes. “He was telling me that his time as the symbol of peace was over. That it was my turn.” He looked down at his hands. “If anything, it’s my fault that he lost his power. Just like it’s my fault that you got kidnapped.”

“Come on, what the fuck?” Sana groaned.

“What the hell are you talkin about, Deku?”

“If I’d gotten to you sooner—if I hadn’t broken my arms, if I’d been able to reach you before Kurogiri—“

“I told you not to follow me! I told you to stay back. You know why I’ve been so pissed at you Deku? It’s cause you’re fuckin stupid. You keep getting yourself into shitty situations that you can’t handle. It wouldn’t have made anything better if we’d both died.”

“Kacchan—“

“No. Fuck no. I said we’d talk about it later, but it’s not like Sana doesn’t know what’s been going on. I didn’t want you hanging around me because you kept getting hurt and it drove me fuckin nuts. Sure you don’t need a quirk to be a hero, but you need to fuckin train or something! You were this skinny little nerd and you kept picking fights that you weren’t able to finish!”

“That’s bullshit, Kacchan!” Izuku snapped back. “Even after I got a quirk, you were being an asshole!”

“Yeah, because even though you had a quirk, you still treated your body like garbage and didn’t show any fucking restraint! If you know your bones break every time you use your quirk, you don’t break them twice to win a fucking festival game.” He snarled. “And you kept it from me!”

“I kept it a secret because you were being an asshole!”

“I was being an asshole because you kept breaking your fucking arms!”

“My body wasn’t strong enough to handle my quirk yet!” He argued. “I had to train and figure out how to use it! It’s not my fault the League of Villains kept showing up!”

“STOP!” Sana snapped. “Okay, this is conversation is set up to go in a really aggravating circle. Katsuki, you were worried about Zuku because he was quirkless and reckless, Then you were worried about him because even though he had a quirk, his body wasn’t prepared for it and it kept on hurting him. Despite that, he was still reckless. Gotta say, I’m not too thrilled about that either. I almost puked when I watched your fight with Todoroki.” She pinned him with a glare. “Not to mention, until today he thought you’d chosen to keep your quirk from him for years and just let him panic whenever you did something nuts.”

Izuku gaped. “I wouldn’t do that!”

“Well I know that now!”

“Shut it!” She growled. “Deku, you may not have totally given up on him, but you let yourself get intimidated by him, so you started hiding shit from him. He was trying to give you tough love but he went overboard because he was frustrated, and he didn’t explain his point of view. You didn’t really stop consider why he started losing his shit, and just assumed it was because you were quirkless. You let your toxic masculinity force a five-year miscommunication. Now your relationship is a goddamn dumpster fire and the two of you are fucking messes. You should both be in therapy for multiple reasons. I can’t believe you two are still so dense that you need a fucking translator to get along, but fuck it! I’m here now, and I’m done with this bullshit. I hope you’re happy. I’m going to be your interpersonal fire extinguisher and emotional housekeeper until you two dumb-shits can take care of it yourselves.”

Both Izuku and Katsuki were darting their glances between her and each other, growing steadily redder as she ranted. “You can’t just magically fucking turn Deku and me into magical fucking unicorns who fart fucking rainbows.” Katsuki snapped. Despite himself, Izuku snorted.

“Of course I can’t. But you two can stop being such gigantic tools and start talking to each other again. And when you can’t get it right, I’ll just…translate for you.” She nearly hit them both when they both offered her skeptical expressions. “Listen, fuckfaces. Our dreams and goals match because we designed them that way. We’re supposed to be a team. I’m not stopping until we’re a team again. So are you going to try? Or am I going to have to drag you both kicking and screaming?” She leveled them with a hard glare.

After many awkward glances and false starts, Izuku spoke first. “You still want to be a team?”

She scoffed. “I wanted us to be a team even when you were quirkless. Sure, you’d have taken a different role, but at least we’d be together.”

“Fuckin’ psycho. Clearly All Might’s grooming him to be a strong solo hero.”

“Right, and that’s gone so well for society. Now villains are organizing and we’re in deep shit for depending on him so much. Besides, are you really gonna let this self-sacrificial idiot fight by himself? Because let me tell you, if we’re not an official team, I’m just gonna show up wherever he goes to make sure he doesn’t do something stupid.” Katsuki snorted at that. “I’d rather be a team though. A strong hero team, all three of us symbols in our own right. Hope, Strength, and Victory—Stronghold, Aftershock, and Ground Zero.”

“It’s Last Stand, you motherfucker!” Katsuki barked, leaping to his feet.

“Who’s Last Stand?” Deku asked, a little dazed and confused, and therefore a little slow.

“No one. Your hero name is Stronghold. Kacchan is being overruled.”

“My hero name is Deku.”

“Not anymore. Keep up.” She replied, snapping her fingers for emphasis. “Look you were worried about a theme, right?” She asked Katsuki. “That’s why you wanted Last Stand?”

“That’s what I fuckin said, isn’t it?”

“So the name I chose fits a theme? Not the conceptual names and syllable matching—it’s the metaphor! Zuku’s the bunker, you’re the bomb, I’m the post-explosion shockwave. Stronghold, Ground Zero, and Aftershock! I put a lot of thought into this!”

Katsuki scowled at her mulishly. “Don’t I get a say?” Izuku asked hesitantly.

“If you go with Deku, Kacchan’s going with King Explosion Murder. So, no. We choose each other’s names. You and Kacchan chose mine, you and I chose his. Now we get to choose yours.”

“Neither of us agreed to be a team, dumbass. Let him choose whatever shitty name he wants.” Katsuki growled, throwing himself back into his chair. “Eat your fucking curry, Deku. We risked our fucking infirmary privileges to get that in here.”

Deku had slipped into overthinking mode, and so he dociley began eating on autopilot. He wasn’t so tuned out that he didn’t notice the conversation awkwardly picking back up. He even chimed in every now and then, but his gears were turning and they were churning new information into new conclusions at a dizzying pace.

Sana had transferred to UA, and had forced Kacchan to actually talk to him within ten hours of her first class. Kacchan wasn’t mad because of pride or ego damage, or even because he didn’t want to be near someone who was quirkless. He was mad because he was worried and was bad at expressing himself. Kacchan wanted him to be more careful. To take more precaution—both when he was quirkless and now that he had One For All. And, knowing how hard Kacchan had worked to gain control of his quirk, it had probably driven him crazy to see him acting so recklessly and expecting to catch up quickly. Kacchan had thought of a hero name for him. That meant that Kacchan believed in him. Izuku had thought that Kacchan hadn’t even wanted him to try. He thought that Kacchan believed he was useless without a quirk. Hell, he’d believed it, so why wouldn’t someone as amazing as Kacchan?

A knock came at the door.

“Young Midoriya?"

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NEXT TO ME

Aethelred x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Warnings: swearing.

Masterlist ♡ Vikings Masterlist ♡ Aethelred Masterlist

Summary: f/Reader is Ivar's twin sister & during a battle she came face to face with Aethelred but doesn't harm him. She is captured after a battle and & meets him once more.

Y/N'S POV:

The battlefield was just covered with the blood of my people and of the Saxon men. Many of them underestimate me since I do not look strong, but they have no idea whose blood runs through my veins. I am the only daughter of Ragnar and Aslaug, and my brothers have taught me to defend myself with many weapons.

As I sliced my way through the Saxon men, I had no idea that my life was going to change at the end of the day.

Aethelred's POV:

I could see the devastation that was happening around me as I fought side by side with my brother, Alfred. Our father was not to far from us, standing far enough to let us fight but close enough if we needed help, he was there.

My father was looking around and he noticed that there was more heathens than there were Saxons. He started to yell 'retreat' and our men started to run away from the battle, and in the direction of where our camp was placed.

As I was running, I bumped into someone, and fell. My eyes went wide when I saw who it was. I have heard plenty of stories about Y/N, daughter of Ragnar, twin sister of Ivar the Boneless. The two of us stared at one another, until I could literally feel my brother dragging me through the mud. I watched as Y/N brothers came and pulled her into a massive group hug, yelling in their language, probably thanking their Gods that she was okay.

I was finally able to get to my feet, and I ran along side Alfred until we got to our camp. My father demanded to have a meeting about battle strategies the moment we got back, and that is what we did. I did not leave the tent until it was almost sundown.

As I was walking, I heard my brother call my name. I stopped and waited for Alfred to catch up. I knew what he wanted to talk about. "Aethelred, why did you not just get up when fell down after bumping in that woman?" Alfred asked me and I just sighed since I had no reason why I didn't get up. "I do not know why Alfred. When I saw her, I just froze. Maybe I was scared for my life, maybe I wanted to see if the stories about Y/N daughter of Ragnar, was true."

"Were the stories true then brother?" The moment Alfred said that, my mind picture her beautiful face. Didn't matter to me that it was covered with my people's blood, she was gorgeous.

All I could do was nod my head at his question. We walked in comfortable silence until our father came to tell us his plans for the night ahead.

Y/N's POV:

The moment I heard the Saxon king yell for his men to leave, I knew we won this battle. I could not believe that they lasted this long, but they put up a good fight. As I stood, looking for my brothers, knowing in my heart that they all survived, I feel someone bump into me.

I was about to say something to the person, but all I could do was stare at probably one of the most handsome men I have ever seen. I watched as the young Saxon fell to the muddy ground, and it felt like the world just stopped as we stared at eachother.

The moment was broken when another Saxon came and started to drag the man away. I lost complete sight of him when my brothers surrounded me. I turned my focus onto my brothers, but the young Saxon was not far from my mind.

Each one of my brothers pulled me into a deep hug. I knew they were thankful that none of us were harmed. We must of been in the favour of the Gods, since many of men and women were not as lucky.

Walking towards our camp, I could feel all the adrenaline leaving my body, and I climbed up into Ivar's chariot and leaned my head onto his shoulder, I must of fallen asleep because I woke up to Ivar gently waking me up and him softly talking to me.

"Y/N you fought well today. Father would be most proud of you." Before he could say anymore, I interrupted him. "Father would be proud of all of us." Ivar just gave me a look and went on and on about how well I fought.

As my twin was talking, which he loved to do, I just looked at him. We look nothing alike, and unless you grew up in Kattegat, you would have no idea that we are twins.

"Thank you for the compliements Ivar, but I am very thirsty, hungry and tired. I am going to go eat with the other ladies and then off to take a bath in the lake not to far from here." I told him as I started to walk away from him. I could hear him yelling at me to be careful, that there were Saxon spies all over. I just waved my hand at him, and the Saxons left my mind as I grabbed a plate of food and something to drink.

The other shieldmaidens were already cleaned up and eating by the time I sat with them. I ate as fast as I possibly could. The sun was starting set and I did not want to spend all night in the lake.

By the time I got to the lake it was dark out. I got to the edge of the lake, and before I took off my clothes, I decided to clean my face first. It felt good to not have dried blood and dirt on my face.

I took out my braids and shook my head. It felt good amazing to take out the tight braids. I heard some noise behind me, and just thinking that it was some of the local wild life, I didn't want to turn to fast and scare it off.

Before I could finish turning around, someone grabbed me from behind, and put their hand over my mouth. I started to fight my attacker as best as I could, but another one came out in front of me, and tied my legs together. The same one who tied my legs together, then tied my hands together.

I couldn't see who my attackers were since it was so dark, but I knew they were a couple Saxon men. No Viking would dare touch me. The two men brought me to a horse and wagon and another one was waiting in the wagon for me to be passed off to. They made sure to keep my mouth covered with their hands so I did not scream and alert anyone. One of them put a cloth bag over my head, with a warning that I let out a single noise that i will be killed. I really hope that they know if they kill me, there will be a massive attack.

Aethelred's POV:

I listened in horror as my father explained his plan to us. Does he not know what type of hell this will bring to us? This is Y/N, beloved sister of the Ragnarsons. Alfred tried to explain to him what the brothers will do to us once they realize that she is gone.

"The plan has already been put into play. The men should be back with her soon. I told them to not harm her." My father said. I walked angrily away from my father. Does he not realize that her brothers will stop at nothing to get her back? Our people will be wiped out.

I was so angry I did not feel eating, but I knew I must. Walking to the food tent, I could feel my stomach grumbling, but as a picked up a small plate to grab some bits of food, I heard all the men start to chant vile words towards someone who was in the back of a wagon.The man sitting next to her pulled the bag off her head and she just gave us all cold, dirty looks.

I pushed my way to the front as I watched the the men who took her start to get rough with her. I couldn't take it anymore as I watched one man start to trail his fingers over her face. I saw her lips move, as she spoke to him, and it must not of been in her native tongue. The man quickly pulled his hand away from her face and he pushed her out of the wagon.

Luckily I just made it to the front of the crowd as he pushed her and I caught her. I gave her a quick look over to make sure she was okay. She must of understood what I was doing because she just nodded her head at me. I quickly stood with her in my arms and turned to the men.

"My father told you that no harm must come to her. That includes pushing her out of a wagon."

"But your highness, she told me that she will cut my fingers off and shove them down my throat if I kept touching her." The man said. Y/N let out alittle giggle at that, and I gave her a small smile. The man was furious and I could see how angry he was. Instead of trying to deal with him any further, I just walked away from them. It was easier than trying to talk any sense into their heads.

Y/N and I walked in complete silence until I got her to my father's massive tent. One of the guards must of saw me coming because my father rushed out of the tent with my mother.

"This must be the great Y/N, twin sister of Ivar the Boneless, beloved sister of the Ragnarsons, the princess of Kattegat. Put her down Aethelred."

"But father, she is still tied up? She will not be able to stand of I set her down."

"I will not run away if you untie me. I am no fool. I know I will not make it very far I'd I try." Y/N said. She is very right. She would not make it far at all.

"If I untie You, and you decide to run, the command will be to kill you." My father told her.

"Sir, I am not a fool like I stated. I know I will be killed." She said as she held her wrists up to his face. He took his knife out of his pocket, and the two of them stared at eachother as he cut her free from the ropes that were on her wrists and her legs.

Y/N said a small thank you to my father as a gently put her down. She did not move away from me and I did not move away from her. I could feel my mother just watching the two of us, and I already know that she is forming some type of plan in that head of hers.

I had no idea what my father is going to do with her, but I do know that he was furious after the heathens made us look like fools.

Y/N's POV:

I watched as Aethelwulf paced back and forth infront of me and his oldest son. He started to bore me as he did not say anything for along time. I wonder if he did not think his plan would work, and I would be here, infront of him.

I looked at his wife, that I remember Ubbe saying her name was Judith. She was very beautiful.

I remember being alittle girl, and hearing my father tell my mother what happened to Judith. No one should have their ear cut off, no matter what reason.

Judith was watching me and I saw her look between myself and her son, who has not moved away from me. I will admit that i did not want to leave his side. I know that with him by my side, I will not be hurt.

Aethelwulf finally stopped pacing, and walked right up to me until we were about an two inches apart. "You will stay here, I know I should not harm you. A guard will be with you at all times."

"I understand." I say to Aethelwulf. The moment he started to talk again, my mind went else where. I know my brothers must be worried, and going out of their minds.

Part 2

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pbandjesse · 7 months

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Today was a pretty good day. I feel lucky that it was a Friday. And because of that I did not have a ton to do or expectations so when I woke up at 7 miserable, I was able to sleep for two more hours and go into work late.

The issue was that my nose got all scabby after the two nose bleeds I had yesterday. And then I did not breathe right all night. I was just exhausted and miserable. And would have been useless if I tried to go to work.

When my alarm went off and James came in the room I told them I needed to sleep. And reset my alarm for 9 and went back to sleep.

When I woke up I felt a lot better. I would wash up and make the bed and got dressed. I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and grabbed my sewing machine and I was off.

I had texted Alexi to let her know I was still coming in so I wasn't in a rush. And it wasn't a bad drive. When I got to camp at 10 I would drive directly up to the arts building. I did not want to get distracted by anything.

I would spend the next couple hours sewing. I had to remake all the double bean bags so I worked on cutting out the shapes I needed. I did not have a good leather needle so the plan was to just sew as gently as possible. And I was lucky! My needle held up until literally the last inch of sewing at the end of the day when I got home. Amazing.

And I had fun. Using the leather scraps was a new challenge. Like I had mended a few things in leather before, but actually planning and cutting and stuff was new. And it was trial and error for sure. You need to allow a lot more material for flipping then I'm used to. And there is a curve to the whole thing. But it was fun.

I would watch body cam footage of traffic stops all day. Which sounds bizarre but it was all about what codes the police were or were not violating and I was just learning a lot. I did get upset when a guy started crying after getting punched in the face when he legitimately did not do anything. Just heading him cry broke my heart.

I would make great progress on my work but it was time consuming. I would take breaks to work on my personal projects. Including the two bags I was making. One is a crescent bag and one is a tote. And they werent much more straight forward, but I was more comfortable with the weirdness of making bags so it was all good.

Once my bean bags were done,I trimmed them all down where needed, and then flipped them. And then it was time to fill them with rocks. The old bean bags had small pebbles in them. Except one. When I cut this one open it was filed with moldy, rotting beans. It was horrible and I was horrified by the smell. I bagged them up and disposed of them but Jesus was it gross.

I would use a spoon to fill the beanbags. Until they were pretty even. And then sewed them shut and I'm very pleased. Also didn't break my needle on any rocks. I had to keep myself from taking any of the rocks which were very pretty. But I did not take any. Slippery slope taking the pretty rocks.

I would start working on the straps for the bags at this point but I was really struggling and so I decided to take a break and finally walk down to the office. Where I found Heather and she told me that there was going to be some changes to the lab office and we're going to be moving desks and stuff and I'm really excited to see what happens. But I also said I do not care where I am and if they would just give me a hotspot I could just stay in the art building forever and it would not matter. And she was like that is a possibility. But also I think they like hey man me too so I don't think that they really want to get rid of me. It will be good though because Heather and Elizabeth are going to move into Chris's office and they deserve to have a door that they can close so I think this makes sense. And then we'll just work on changing the layout and making it more conducive for how many people are going to be working on there now.

We've been also just chat about the day. She told me that at 1:00 she would like me to go up to the hacienda and help Sarah and Dachelle tables and chairs for the wedding today. Apparently the grandparents for the wedding party showed up at 9:45. Weddings don't have access to those spots until 2:00 p.m. And then they were frustrated that everything wasn't clean and ready yet. But we only promised that that would be done by 2:00 p.m. So at 1:00 Heather asked if I could go over and help. Of course.

Until then though I worked on my straps and I did finish one. I ended up just making it the same way I usually make fabric ones by rolling in the edges and sewing them down and I think it looks pretty good. And then I would walk over to the pool house. Where I ended up being the only one who showed up. It was fine though I did not need too much help to spray down tables and chairs. The grandma's that were over there were really sweet and very nice to me. And I texted Heather to ask her to bring paper towels and when she brought them over she wiped down all the chairs while I finished up the tables and then we started sweeping outside and getting rid of leaves and spider webs. I really enjoyed talking to Heather and we talked about some projects and some ideas for next week since well we do have a group it is going to be pretty light with only about 2 hours a day of activity. So I have some painting projects to the next week and I really enjoy that so it's going to be great.

I did struggle with getting the leaves to sweep into my little dustbin. And then I dropped my dustbin over the side of the wall and had to climb over it and go down the hill. But we made it a much neater space and I was pretty pleased with that. And then I was free to go back to the art building and do my stuff.

On my walk over there I helped some wedding guests who were lost getting to the lodge and then I went to finish my bags and I'm very pleased with how they came out. I did decide that the crescent bag needed a zipper but I did not have any zippers at camp which was really surprising because I thought I did. But that's okay. I instead used my time to finish all of the edges which are hot glued down but I think works. And once I finish that I would work on wrapping a few of my hoops. I got one big one and one small one done and I untangled a bunch of the yarn to be ready for later. But my phone was dying so then I had to do the office.

I would hang out down there for about 45 minutes. Just working on less and stuff and chatting with Heather about a field trip me and her want to take to Irvine to go to an indigenous people's month festival. Possibly to get in contact with the people that help make their long house in 2016 to help make us a new longhouse here. And then it was just chatting about the weekend and how me and James are going to DC. And then I spent a few minutes putting together banker boxes and moving some three ring binders and then it was time for me to go.

The plan for an evening was for me and James to get dressed up to go and have dinner at Matthews. We thought it would be silly because it's our anniversary tomorrow. So it's our anniversary weekend. And we love Matthews and it just felt right. So I would drive home. And there was traffic but it only added like less than 10 minutes to my drive. And when I got back here I would figure out what I was wearing and then waited for James to get back. And we both got changed and then we went to dinner.

And it was a really good dinner. We always get the same thing and all the waitresses smiled real big ass when we came in because they were like oh my God you haven't been here forever. Not that they said that but you could tell that they were like oh you're here again! And that felt nice. And I did tell her waitress that it was our anniversary and she thought that was awesome and she said that she's been married for 54 years and I said it would be a blessing to be married to James for that long. Take some pictures outside and I just felt really happy.

After dinner we came back home. And listen to a podcast and enjoy each other's company. And when we got back here James would get on a call with their friends to play D&D and I sat in the room with them and played animal crossing for a bit. I invited peaches the horse to my vacation island and made her a house that she wanted to be a shrine to roundness. I do not exactly know what that means but I had fun doing it. Sweet pea and me cuddled while I played and he was only mildly annoying. But I was having a good time.

And then I went to go finish my bag.

I got literally to that last inch before the needle broke. But I did get the zipper in it was very difficult. And it's not perfect. The ends of the zipper are kind of messy looking and it's not perfect but it's a great size and I'm going to try to use it tomorrow when we go to DC and see how it works. Hopefully it says comfortable as I think it will be.

And now that that's done I have showered and I am in bed and I am ready to go to sleep. It has been a very nice day and I feel very lucky that me and James have made it to one year of marriage and we are still so happy. I love you all. Wish us luck tomorrow. I hope you are safe.

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pbandjesse · 8 months

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We are driving back home. The memorial service was thankfully more about supporting each other. I did not cry. If I think about it to hard I might. But I made it through a day that could have been a disaster but worked out because I made it happen. Im only a little proud of that.

I did not sleep great. I fell asleep easier then expected. But woke up with James's alarm and I couldn't fall back asleep. I was anxious about the day. I would get up at 7 when my brother texted me and I had to ask James to handle that while I got ready.

I would feel alright. A little absent of myself. Like I look in the mirror and I'm not connecting to my own eyes. That happens sometimes. But I tried to look good and was happy with my face and hair. The trim I gave myself last night I think helped.

James changed our sheets while I finished getting myself together. Then we hugged and I was off.

I forgot to bring any breakfast and I didn't want to stop anywhere. I also forgot the keys to the art building. But I was not interested in going inside. So I just didn't. I would make it work when I got to camp.

It was a nice drive. And I got there right before 8. And I got to be helpful right away because there was a guy at the bottom of the hill who was lost.

He was there to reseed the field but it was literally his third day and he was a little confused and wasn't given enough info. So I'm glad I was able to help. Once I got parked at the art building I walked down to the office and got Heather on the phone and she told me to send him to the feild. And I was able to help him figure out how to get his truck over there. We walked the feild together and I opened the fence.

While I waited for him to drive around I went to see if we had cake left in the freezer. Which we did so I was excited for breakfast cake. And then I called the doctor's.

They were really nice about it and changed my appointment to 1. So I could stay at camp until 1230. They were really chill about it. Which would be surprising later when I found out that everyone who normally comes on Monday came today because of the holiday (including me) and so they had twice as many patients as normal. And we're training two new injection people. So it was quite a day and I appreciate how kind they were getting my appointment changed.

I would help lawn guy move all the astroturf and collected any sports equipment I could find. And let him know I would be on the porch if he needed anything.

I went down to the office and set myself up at the table. I used my phone's hotspot since I couldn't get on the wifi with the door locked. But that's fine. I ate my, still mostly frozen, cake and worked on my laptop.

I finished tightening up a few things in my lesson plans and making sure the supply list was good to go. I would start making a list of where the tribes were speaking about are on the continent so I could circle that on the different maps. So each program will have a visual for where they are speaking about. Which I think will help them figure out what different natural resources would be available.

Heather would show up around then. She said we need to get me an office key. I'm not to worried about it. I will probably be more worried when it's cold out. Though I was really sweaty and was happy to get some AC.

Heather would help me get on the wifi and showed me how to scan things to my laptop. And then would spend the next hour working on my maps.

Lou, Alexi's dad, would come to talk to Heather about horses. Continues to forget who I am but remembered James. Handsome Jimmy as he call them. We talked about his granddaughter who is maybe going to Temple. For field hockey. So I got to talk about the nice things about philly. That was fun.

I would take a walk to the art building with the extra key. I put away the stuff I brought. And then took a walk to the nature center but it was locked. Heather likes my idea about the snail tank but we need to find the key to the building. Joe probably had it but he wasn't around. Maybe tomorrow I'll figure that out.

Heather would have me start collecting some emails. Which was not as straight forward as I was expecting. But I got some at least. And once I was at a good stopping point me and Heather went on a walk to woodlands.

We would write a list of things that I could work on down there. Painting. Creating. Cleaning. Moving furniture. It was nice to talk through the projects and the spaces. I'm pretty happy about it. But I was also starting to get slightly a little stressed about needing to leave for my appointment.

We would finish up exactly on time though. We got back to the office. Where Elizabeth and Alexi were and I said hello and then goodbye!

I stopped to fill my water and then I drove the 40 minutes to the rhumatologist. I got there 1 minute before my appointment.

Not that it mattered. They had my paperwork at the bottom of the pile, because I'm the last one usually. And they would get me back quick. But I could hear everything. And that's when I heard that they were crazy busy and backed up. So I would have a wait. About 49 minutes. Ah well.

The nice lady came and did my injections though and they hurt a bit today. But it's fine. I was glad it was done. I made my appointment for next month. And was out the door before 2.

I stopped over at the Dunkin and got munchkins to share with James. And then home.

When I got back to the house I was excited that there were packages. The screen protector came for my tablet. And a new dress I ordered. And a book. I found James trying to iron their shirt but the iron wasn't actually on so that was funny.

I got overheated trying to put the screen protector on. But I did my best and it's mostly correct. I'm just glad it's safer now. I was super sweaty though.

So I took a shower. And got dressed again. James made me a bagel. And I had an hour to just sit and calm down before we had to be on the road again.

We left at 345. And it wasn't a bad drive at all. We didn't have to deal with any traffic. We weren't driving directly into the sun. I was anxious but only a little. I brought my knitting and completed one square. We passed Jess's exit and we waved. We arrived in the town at 530.

We went to Wawa for gas. James felt weird that someone pumped our gas. But that's just jersey. And then we went inside and got sandwiches to eat in the car.

I was mostly just focusing on being with my husband. And that I was looking forward to hugging my family. I couldn't handle the other emotions. Those are very deep and I can't focus on them or I'll fall apart.

When we got to the funeral home I was convinced we were in the wrong place. There were a lot of people and I didn't recognize anyone so I was sure I messed up. And then my mom and my brother weren't answering me so I was sure I messed up.

But thankfully Steve would pull up and my parents and Felicia were with him. Everything was alright again.

And it was a lot of people. Sabrina's friends. Audrey's friends. AA people. Bikers. People in memorial sweatshirts. Which the turnaround in having that made was impressive.

We went in the line to see all the pictures of Sabrina. I forgot how dark her hair was when she was younger. Seeing all the pictures of her with friends. She looked so grown up.

Hugging everyone helped. Audrey and Nadine both kept saying thank you to me and James for coming. For driving so long. But honestly the only thing I could say was I wish I didn't have to be here. I wish this didn't happen. But there wasn't a chance I wasn't going to be here. I moved things to make sure I would be. It was important.

There was no service. I am glad. I would have lost it. Instead it was just everyone talking and supporting each other. It was good to be around all the people who loved Sabrina. And I particularly loved talking to my brother and Felicia. And I missed them both and it was just so nice to talk to them. The little moments feel so important. I am very worried how swollen my brother's hands were. He might have an infection from slamming his hand in a door and also poison ivy?? I hope he sees someone.

I also was glad to be with my parents. To talk to my aunt Nadine and uncle Dave who I love so much.

There was a lot of hugging. A lot of laughing. We were being as ridiculous as we normally are when we are all together. The Lentzs don't know how to now start talking about things that are probably not appropriate. We can't stop laughing when it's probably not appropriate. We supported each other by not talking about it but talking about everything else.

I enjoyed hearing about who was who from mom. And I told Nadine they need to come visit us. They went on a not great bus tour through Baltimore so I hope we can give them a better tour soon!!

But then it was time to go. The memorial was slowing down. People were leaving. We had many hugs. Nadine gave me a rose form the large bouquet. Me and Sabrina shared that middle name. I will dry some of the petals. I'll frame them.

Me and James got in the road. And we are about half way home now. I am going to finish my sandwich. And listen to this podcast. And try to just think about the good stuff. I love Sabrina and I will keep her in my thoughts forever.

I hope you are all taking care of yourselves. I love you all. Goodnight my friends. Until next time.

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pbandjesse · 11 months

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I'm waiting at the airport to pick up some camp people. I am pretty sure I know the one but I don't recognize the other name. They were both actually supposed to come in at 7 and it's almost 830. Thankfully I was watching the tracking and saw when it got delayed. I'm making it work even if I'm gonna be home a lot later then I expected.

Today was kind of a weird day. I felt stuck a lot. I sort of wished I did end up going to camp to get something done because I felt like I had a lot of time I didn't fill well. I tried but it just was a weird day.

I didn't feel great last night and woke up at 730 just to text Heather to see if they needed me and fell back asleep until 830 when she texted me that they didn't need me and I was like sounds good. And confirmed information about the airport pickups. And then just spent some time laying there. I felt like I was hearing a weird metallic/computer bell sound over and over and asked James but they said they didn't hear anything. It was bothersome.

I got up and got dressed and things were good. I spent a little time pulling outfits for the week since I never got around to that yesterday.

I would lounge around for a while. Did a little knitting. James made me a quesadilla. And then they went out and I spent 45 minutes vacuuming.

I just kind of felt directionless today. Like I could have been doing many things but I knew I had things to do later so it was hard to get motivated. I would mostly just spend time watching videos.

Eventually I took a bath just to shave my legs. Just to do something. And then finally it was time to leave for my rhumatologist appointment.

Which honestly didn't go how I thought. Like I got my medication and blood work. But I thought we were switching me to at home. And so I brought up at the desk that I didn't know how to order the medication. And she was like. I also don't know but this other person will. So I waited because he was on the phone.

Then I got called back for blood work and it was a different lady and she told me that being dehydrated doesn't have anything to do with my blood being slow to come out. But she also couldn't get my vein on my left arm to give her any blood. Literally just a trickle came out even when she wiggled it. So we switched to a butterfly needle and my right arm and it worked much better.

Then back to the waiting room. Where I did talk to the guy and he was like. You can't just switch to home. You have to request it and then get approved and then be trained on how to do it. And I was like. Okay. Well I asked about this two months ago. And last month they said that this month I would get trained. And he was just. Very much not on board. And said we could discuss it with the doctor again. And I just said forget it I'll figure out getting back here even though it'll be inconvenient because of camp.

The medical assistant was super nervous. I think she's like recently graduated. But she was super nice and complimentary. She kept telling me how much she liked my makeup and outfit and vibe. I told her how my chest hurts and I have been feeling bruised and she passed that info on but no one seemed to concerned. Especially since I wasn't hurting as much today. Just a little short of breath.

The injections went well. I told her how I get white splotches and she said that was super weird. So if it happens again I'll take pictures to show her.

I headed home after that. The plan was to have dinner and then James would put gas in the car and I would head to the airport. This is when I checked their flights and realized they were delayed almost two hours.

Annoying but not the worst thing. So I would sort of flit around the apartment. James went and got us cookies while they were putting gas in the car. And when they got back we chilled on the couch and eventually I went and worked on some knitting.

I would leave the house a little before 8. It's not a long drive here but it will be to camp. Which is fine I don't care. But also stressful!! Because they don't have service.

When I got here I saw that their flight just landed so I drove over to arrivals to see if I could find a spot to get them. I did find a good sign for British airways and then came back to the cellphone lot to wait.

I was able to get their Instagrams and then message them. And then coordinate them finding each other. Which they did. They didn't know they were on the same flight. Which makes sense. And now they are in customs. And when they are through I'll go grab them and we'll head to camp.

Tomorrow I have art with a heart. And then another airport run. Well see if that one is late too.

I hope you are all safe out there and having a good time. The sky was pink when the sun set tonight. The little bit of rain today was a blessing.

Goodnight everyone.

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queen-swagzilla · 4 years

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Born in Dreams, Forged In Blood - Chapter 2

Rated: M (largely for profanity)

Chapter 2 summary: Miscommunication and repressed emotions are for losers. It's time to get it all out in the open.

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“She’s impressive, but she’s nosy, and she gets really territorial about Deku. Think she has some kinda claim over him or something.” He replied. “She has more right to be in Deku’s business than I do, though.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Tough shit, Kacchan! The three of us are supposed to have each other’s backs against the world. It’s been that way since we were in diapers.”

“We still have each other’s backs. I’ve saved him. He’s saved me. I’m not turning my back when he’s in trouble or anything.”

“Yeah, well Deku and I aren’t there anymore, okay? Drop it.”

“No! Tell me what happened!”

“Fine.” She barked back, allowing him to pull her into his room and slam the door. “You could have just whispered. I would have heard you.”

“So you told him to kill himself?” She demanded. “You’re one of my best friends, but that’s seriously fucked up.”

“Have you considered apologizing?”

“No, because now I’m pissed off for a different reason. He had a quirk, and he let me have a fucking heart attack every time he pulled some crazy self-sacrificing stunt.”

“He said he was a super-late bloomer. Maybe it was triggered during the sludge villain attack? That’s when he started getting cagey with me, at least.”

“That’s not it,” Katsuki muttered. “I have a theory now. I don’t know why I didn’t realize it sooner.”

“Wanna share with the class?” She replied when he didn’t elaborate.

“Not yet. But we should talk about it with Deku when we go see him later.” He admitted. “And your villain encounter. Don’t think I forgot.”

“You’ve had way more villain encounters than I have.” She paused. “Are you okay, by the way? After the kidnapping, I mean?”

He scowled. “Add that to the ‘we’ll talk about it later’ list.” He grumbled. “I mean physically, I’m fine. Mentally, I’m working on it.”

“See? That’s a good first step!” She cheered. “Come on. Show me around.” She urged, pulling him back through the door.

He gave her a perfunctory tour and ended up in the kitchen making food while he told her about their classmates.

“That’s really sweet of you, Kacchan.” She grinned, only smiling wider when he glowered. “Sounds like a plan. As long as we’re allowed to eat in the infirmary.”

“The hell are you talking about?”

“You. Make up some bullshit about how much you miss Deku until she lets us stay.”

“I do miss Deku.” She deadpanned.

“Exactly. That’s fuckin' perfect.”

“Kacchan.”

“Let’s go.”

“They already had their turn. Can’t you kick them out?” Katsuki growled. Sana smacked his arm (hard).

She squinted at the newcomer. “Why does Bakugo have to join you?”

“We’re all childhood friends! Its been a long time since we’ve been able to spend time together. Besides, Kacchan is helping me navigate campus until I get settled.”

Sana bristled, but Katsuki spoke before she could interject. “I understand. And uh…sorry. About the last time, I mean. I was out of line, and I destroyed a lot of your equipment.”

Recovery Girl smiled at him. “Thank you for your apology. I understand how frustrated you must have been. I must have scolded Miss Midnight for an hour after she put that muzzle on you.”

“You watched the Sports Festival?”

She snorted. “Of course I did. You and Zuku were both competing. Besides, Auntie Inko sent me about six million reminders. I wouldn’t have missed it, but I also couldn’t have missed it.”

“Oh. Well, what did you think?”

“About you? Or did you want me to give you a complete analysis of each match?”

“Just fucking tell me, dammit.”

“I agree. But really, yelling ‘die’ makes you sound unhinged. I’m pretty sure it’s a leftover habit from playing too many first-person shooters, but really.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m working on it.” He conceded, pleased that she was impressed, but annoyed that she found his flaws noteworthy.

It didn’t escape her notice that Katsuki clammed up and bristled as soon as Uraraka and Iida entered the hallway.

“You got us kicked out?” Uraraka demanded, eyes fixed on Katsuki. “You actually think he wants you in his infirmary room? You’re usually the one who puts him in here!”

“He’s here because I’m here. Not that it’s any of your business. Just because you’re his friend, doesn’t mean you can dictate who Zuku spends time with.”

“Leave it alone,” Katsuki muttered, already walking into Izuku’s room. Sana looked like she wanted to argue, but if Katsuki was being the calm and reasonable one, she should probably leave it alone. She met Uraraka’s glare and Iida’s affronted, scandalized face with a venomous stare of her own, then followed Katsuki into the room.

“Kacchan? You’re my other visitor? Why are you here? Is everything—“ Izuku fell silent when Sana walked through the door and stared, mouth ajar.

“Sana?” He choked out.

“Who the fuck else would it be, Deku?” Katsuki snapped. She slugged him in the arm.

“What are you doing here? It’s so good to see you!” He cried, automatically moving to get up before wincing and slumping back onto his cot. Apparently, he’d forgotten his injury.

“I told you I had a surprise for you!” She laughed, coming to stand by his bedside. “I transferred to UA!”

Izuku gaped again, eyes wide and jaw hanging open. “What?”

“Telling the truth, Zuku.” She promised. He sobbed louder.

“You brought me dinner, Kacchan?” Izuku murmured, eyes wide as he stared at the tupperware in wonder. “You made me dinner? Thank you!”

Izuku frowned at Sana, simultaneously snapping the lid off his curry. “Why didn’t you tell us, Sana?” he pouted, sounding disappointed. Sana groaned.

“Stop changing the fucking subject!” Katsuki snarled.

“I saw that attack on the news! That villain leveled three city blocks and nearly took down Gang Orca!” Izuku cried. “You could have gotten seriously hurt!”

“If that’s not the fucking pot calling the kettle black…” Katsuki muttered.

Sana rolled her eyes. “We’re training to be heroes. That’s the territory. Seriously, I didn’t even get that badly hurt. All of my injuries came from my own quirk.”

“The hell is your problem?” Katsuki demanded. “Why didn’t you fucking say anything until now? You could have died! You could have died and you didn’t tell us? I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Fucking Christ.” Katsuki spat, dropping his face into his palms.

“Look, we’re all okay, right? That’s what matters.” Sana reasoned. “And next time we’ll be stronger.”

“Oh, fuck no.” Sana snapped.

“No. No no no no no no no.” Deku muttered, scrambling for his phone on the bedside table. “Hold on for a second, but please stop crying Kacchan.” He pleaded. He fired off a quick text, looking unbelievably nervous. He already operated at a baseline anxiety level of 60%, so now it looked like he was going to vibrate out of his skin. “Okay.” He said, looking back at them. “If I tell you this, it has to stay completely secret. Promise me.”

Katsuki sniffed and Sana nodded. “I promise.” She said.

“How the hell do you know that?” She demanded.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Katsuki spat. “All Might chose him. After the sludge villain, right? That’s when you two met.”

Sana’s jaw dropped, eyes glazing. Katsuki, however, looked barely phased. “I figured it was something like that. After Kamino Ward—All Might’s message…”

“Come on, what the fuck?” Sana groaned.

“What the hell are you talkin' about, Deku?”

“If I’d gotten to you sooner—if I hadn’t broken my arms, if I’d been able to reach you before Kurogiri—“

“I told you not to follow me! I told you to stay back. You know why I’ve been so pissed at you Deku? It’s 'cause you’re fuckin' stupid. You keep getting yourself into shitty situations that you can’t handle. It wouldn’t have made anything better if we’d both died.”

“Kacchan—“

“No. Fuck no. I said we’d talk about it later, but it’s not like Sana doesn’t know what’s been going on. I didn’t want you hanging around me because you kept getting hurt and it drove me fuckin' nuts. Sure you don’t need a quirk to be a hero, but you need to fuckin' train or something! You were this skinny little nerd and you kept picking fights that you weren’t able to finish!”

“That’s bullshit, Kacchan!” Izuku snapped back. “Even after I got a quirk, you were being an asshole!”

“I kept it a secret because you were being an asshole!”

“I was being an asshole because you kept breaking your fucking arms!”

“My body wasn’t strong enough to handle my quirk yet!” He argued. “I had to train and figure out how to use it! It’s not my fault the League of Villains kept showing up!”

“STOP!” Sana snapped. “Okay, this conversation is set up to go in a really aggravating circle. Katsuki, you were worried about Zuku because he was quirkless and reckless, Then you were worried about him because even though he had a quirk, his body wasn’t prepared for it and it kept on hurting him. Despite that, he was still reckless. Gotta say, I’m not too thrilled about that either. I almost puked when I watched your fight with Todoroki.” She pinned him with a glare. “Not to mention, until today he thought you’d chosen to keep your quirk from him for years and just let him panic whenever you did something nuts.”

Izuku gaped. “I wouldn’t do that!”

“Well, I know that now!”

After many awkward glances and false starts, Izuku spoke first. “You still want to be a team?”

She scoffed. “I wanted us to be a team even when you were quirkless. Sure, you’d have taken a different role, but at least we’d be together.”

“Fuckin’ psycho. Clearly All Might’s grooming him to be a strong solo hero.”

“Right, and that’s gone so well for society. Now villains are organizing and we’re in deep shit for depending on him so much. Besides, are you really gonna let this self-sacrificial idiot fight by himself? Because let me tell you, if we’re not an official team, I’m just gonna show up wherever he goes to make sure he doesn’t do something idiotic.” Katsuki snorted at that. “I’d rather be a team though. A strong hero team, all three of us symbols in our own right. Hope, Strength, and Victory—Stronghold, Aftershock, and Ground Zero.”

“It’s Last Stand, you motherfucker!” Katsuki barked, leaping to his feet.

“Who’s Last Stand?” Deku asked, a little dazed and confused, and therefore a little slow.

“No one. Your hero name is Stronghold. Kacchan is being overruled.”

“My hero name is Deku.”

“Not anymore. Keep up.” She replied, snapping her fingers for emphasis. “Look you were worried about a theme, right?” She asked Katsuki. “That’s why you wanted Last Stand?”

“That’s what I fuckin' said, isn’t it?”

“So the name I chose fits a theme! Not the conceptual names and syllable matching—it’s the metaphor! Zuku’s the bunker, you’re the bomb, I’m the post-explosion shockwave. Stronghold, Ground Zero, and Aftershock! I put a lot of thought into this!”

Katsuki scowled at her mulishly. “Don’t I get a say?” Izuku asked hesitantly.

“If you go with Deku, Kacchan’s going with King Explosion Murder. So, no. We choose each other’s names. You and Kacchan chose mine, you and I chose his. Now we get to choose yours.”

Deku had slipped into overthinking mode, and so he docilely began eating on autopilot. He wasn’t so tuned out that he didn’t notice the conversation awkwardly picking back up. He even chimed in every now and then, but his gears were turning and they were churning new information into new conclusions at a dizzying pace.

Sana had transferred to UA and had forced Kacchan to actually talk to him within ten hours of her first class. Kacchan wasn’t mad because of pride or ego damage, or even because he didn’t want to be near someone who was quirkless. He was mad because he was worried and was bad at expressing himself. Kacchan wanted him to be more careful. To take more precaution—both when he was quirkless and now that he had One For All. And, knowing how hard Kacchan had worked to gain control of his quirk, it had probably driven him crazy to see him acting so recklessly and expecting to catch up quickly. Kacchan had though of a hero name for him. That meant that Kacchan believed in him. Izuku had thought that Kacchan hadn’t even wanted him to try. He thought that Kacchan believed he was useless without a quirk. Hell, he’d believed it, so why wouldn’t someone as amazing as Kacchan?

A knock came at the door.

“Young Midoriya?"

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