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[girlystories]

Two sides on the same coin

— pairings: Joseph Descamps x ex-rebellious reader

summary: you get expelled from your all girls school after an incident you get yourself into. cutting all ties with your troublesome friends, your parents send you to voltaire lycée in hopes you change your ways. an annoying prick, though, gets in the way of that, making you constantly on the verge of breaking your promise to your parents.

additional warnings: underage smoking, usage of foul language, mention of boobs ig?

authors note: very creative chapter title, ik. also really sorry for this late update, but i honestly don't haven't any excuse. it's finally here so I hope you enjoy. also i added a character from another movie cuz i can.

words: 3.9k

Chapter 1: The bastard with the dumb glasses

[Name] [Last Name] certainly wasn't expecting her first day to occur like this.

She fell down on her knees next to the wounded boy, who held on his left eye. He was whimpering in pain, making it obvious the punch he took to the face was serious.

Placing a hand on his back, she tried to receive any attention from him. She called out his name but didn't get an answer. Blood was dripping from between his fingers and his groaning increased before she was pulled away from him.

...

Lumière Lycée was nothing but a memory now, all what happened there only for the driven girl to want go remember, whenever she even wanted to. If she wanted to. She couldn't lie to herself and say it was a good time. On the contrary, it was a living hell for her. It wasn't a catholic school, but it was somehow aiming towards it.

She'd gotten in trouble one, two, three, or more times. Times she couldn't even keep track of.

Not that it even mattered now. No one would know of her past, her previous troublesome and somewhat rebellious nature in a place for her old school and only herself. It was a year ago from now, certainly she'd have changed from then. Or, in better words, she wanted to mask it deep inside. She promised it to her parents.

Moving schools meant moving overall, but she was sure she'd get used to the new environment sooner or later. Voltaire Lycée, the only academy daring to take things further and expand into a mixed school containing both boys and girls. Such a big change, things were seemingly passing so fast. It was the only thing the newspapers and radio were discussing about all day long for the past three days.

She was now brushing her hair, styling it while in her bathrobe. She added a small touch of makeup on her lashes, in a effort not to seem as tired from sleeping late the earlier day. Her anxiety forbid her from it. To bring some sort of color to her lips, she applied some chapstick. She didn't want to impress anybody, but didn't want to stand out by appearing like some sort of messy girl. That'd make a horrible impression. She opted to blend in with everybody else, which wasn't as easy since she was expected as one of the other few new girls. She'd stand out either way. How many girls would even attend that school anyway?

Either way, she hoped for a change. From having more than fifty absences, five to nine out of twelve marks, constantly snapping at her other classmates and breaking into fights, to becoming a lady with a future ahead of her.

There was a knock on her bedroom door, "[Name]," a soft voice called from behind it, "are you ready yet? Your father could give you a ride to school."

"No, it's okay," she got up from her chair, giving a last look at herself from her mirror. "I'd lather walk on my first day."

Her mother nodded and left without a word, leaving her to finish in getting ready.

[Name] opened her wardrobe, inspecting her clothes and in the end decided upon a matching set of a top and short skirt that she tried out the day before. Before leaving her room she wore her pair of Mary-Jane's.

She headed to her kitchen, where her parents were already awake, eating their breakfast before work. She took a seat and took a sip of her prepared coffe. "Good morning," she said.

Her father swallowed his own coffe before speaking, "Good morning. How do you feel about your new school?"

"Rather anxious."

"No wonder," her mother said. "A mixed school? It's a much troublesome shift from what we're used too. Wouldn't you agree, dear?"

Her dad finished his coffe, placing his mug down. "Well, we do what we can do. If only you would behave, [Name]."

"[Father name], " her mother glanced at him with knotted brows. "Don't start again."

He ignored her warnings, "Now make sure to get your shit together or else things will be really complicated. I'm saying this from the bottom of my heart."

"I know," [Name] simply said.

Her mother still kept an eye on her husband and sighed, turning her attention at her daughter. "Now you have a nice day, okay? Be home right after school or if you want stop by the bakery."

[Name] finished her butter bread, taking her bag as she got up and went to the front door.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" she got interrupted. Internally groaning, she went back and kissed her parents on the cheek.

"Alright, bye," she finally said and left.

Since it was still early, she stopped at her neighborhood supermarket to buy herself a pack of Gauloises, thanking the owner and lighting one while on her way. Just then she realized she didn't know the way.

Minutes later she regretted not accepting her parents' offer to drive her to school. Cursing under her breath at her possibility of being late on her first day, she kept her fast pase as she took a turn on the street she thought the school was located.

To her utter luck, she was right. When she noticed the front gate inspector closing the door she jogged there yelling for him stop. He rose his head towards her, earning his attention.

He threw his cigarette, chuckling softly. "Lucky for you, it's your first day, miss, otherwise I'd have left you locked outside," he said and opened the gate for her.

"Sorry, it won't happen again..." she breathed out.

"Well, they haven't made their way inside. Mr. Belanger is giving a speech."

"Thanks," she said and walked hurrily where everyone stood.

On top of the building's stairs stood the school staff, the students surprisingly listening from bellow. She shoved herself between the crowd to catch a word he was saying.

"-Gentlemen, I expect you to...to be as polite, respectful, magnanimous and dignified as I know you can...when on your best behavior."

"Who is that?" she asked herself.

"The school's Dean," she wasn't really expecting an answer, yet a guy replied from beside her.

She nodded at him, staying silent for a moment before talking again. "Damn, I don't even know in what class I am."

"Don't worry. They'll call your name anyway."

Just then, a woman walked forward, holding a sheet or paper. "I'll now be calling the first-year's, then proceed the second year's due to the addition of female students."

"Just like that," he smirked and Mr. Bluebeard began reading the paper.

[Name] breathed out a sigh of relief. "Good. Because I was afraid of almost getting detention from being late."

He let out a laugh, "On your first day? There's no way a person could achieve that record. Not even me. I can assure you I've tried. I don't think you get detention from being late."

"No," she said. "I said almost. Wait, what do you mean y-"

The call of her name interrupted her question.

"That's your name, right? Seems like you're in class 1B."

"Oh, yeah," she said looking as some other students walked up the starts when their names were called. "See you."

She took a seat behind two girls, and as she did so smiled at them when they seemed to acknowledged her. Little by little everyone gathered in class, each taking their seats.

The woman that was calling out the students from before walked in. "I am Mrs. Giraud, your homeroom teacher."

Then, a girl with blonde hair entered the class, eyeing the empty seats anxiously. She had her hair styled with a headband that matched her dress which was beautifully complimenting her figure. It was no surprise everyone was looking at her with either admiration or a tint of desire.

She took a seat at a desk in the front, and [Name] felt somehow disappointed she didn't choose to sit next to her instead.

Mrs. Giraud noticed her gesture. "What's your name miss?"

She got up from her seat, holding her hands together politely. "Annick Sabiani."

"Where do you think you are, miss Sabiani?"

She didn't get enough time to respond at her question.

"Do you think it's okay to sit next to a boy?" she asked sternly. "Get your things."

She began doing so, but Mrs. Giraud interrupted her again. "No. You," she pointed towards the boy next to her. He looked at her for a moment and she continued, "Get up. Go sit in the back."

"But I can't see from there."

"Back row, now," she then looked at [Name], realizing she failed in noticing her presence before. "And what's your name, miss?"

She got up, awkwardly looking around the class and trying to ignore the stares. "[Name] [Last name]."

"You sit in the front."

She gathered her bag and did as she was told, still feeling the stares accompanied with whistling sounds and whispers. The boy tried to do the same, but someone put his foot in the way. That made him trip and almost fall, the group of boys laughing and making pig noises. "It's not your day, piggy."

The teacher did nothing about it, only complaining about being interrupted. "Quiet! As I was saying... Mrs. Giraud, with a "D" as in "discipline.""

[Name] wasn't listening what she was saying anymore, glancing at the person who was at fault of tripping the poor guy. He was grinning at his friend beside him, finding it wholehearted hilarious, like it was comedy gold. He fixed his glasses before he pretending he was paying attention to Mrs. Giraud. Instead he wrote a note and showed it next to him, the duo starting cackling quietly.

Next period was Latin, where she was met with Mr. Douillard. She ultimately ended up not having a really good idea about him, earning already a bad impression by him ignoring the girls when they raised their hand. She grew more and more annoyed when he pretended not to noticed her and she just stopped trying. Sabiani did not back down, though. Still, Mr. Douillard picked the only guy that had raised his hand.

"I think she raised her hand," the same guy with the glasses pointed out in a snarky tone. He pressed his lips together to hold himself from laughing.

Much to the teachers dismay of having to pick a girl student, he side-eyed Sabiani. "Indeed. So?"

She pushed her chair back, fixing her dress. "The Romans welcome Horatio with joy and congratulations and escort him to his house."

"The Romans "cheer" Horatio," he corrected, obviously not wanting to lower to the level of ever praising a girl, wanting to dismiss their existence entirely. "Can you conjugate the verb "ovare"?"

As Sabiani was answering, [Name] noticed the guy from before writing something on a paper, giving it to the person next to him and whispering something. The note was passed down until the teacher noticed.

"Give me that," he ordered, interrupting Sabiani.

The poor guy sighed and stood up walking up to the teacher and handing the note. From where [Name] sat she couldn't see anything but by the expression of Mr. Douillard she could tell it wasn't good.

The unlucky person sighed and stood up walking up to the teacher and handing the note. [Name] knew of him. He was Alain Laubrac, a guy who happened to be in the same gang she used to hang out last year. She stopped hanging out with them after her expulsion, when she was grounded all summer, cutting all ties with them thankfully. She hadn't spoke to him since like the rest. From where she sat she couldn't see anything but by the expression of Mr. Douillard she could tell it wasn't good.

"Think this is funny?"

"It wasn't me."

"Who is responsible for this masterpiece?"

No answer. The guy who drew it pretended he didn't know a thing, placing his pen under his bottom lip.

"Your name?"

"It wasn't me," Alain repeated.

"'It wasn't me'," Mr. Douillard sighed, "All culprits have the same name. They must be related. Okay, Mr. 'It wasn't me'...'"

"My name is Laubrac," he corrected.

"Are you the boy from the foster care?"

The whole class chuckled at that.

"Some nobody's son's trying to graduate? How amusing. Didn't anyone teach you discipline in the care system? I won't let a bastard disrupt my class. Get out."

"But he didn't do anything!" a girl with blond pigtails protested.

"Nobody taught you to raise your hand in your girls' school, Miss Magnan? Or maybe you think you have a free pass because your uncle is the Dean," the teacher mocked, hitting the paper on his palm. "Escort your new friend to your uncle's office. He'll give you detention too."

They both left the room with their heads low, the class filled with silence.

[Name] bit the inside of her mouth, raising a hand.

"Yes, miss?" the teacher complained.

"With all due respect, sir, but you're being really unfair," she said. Mr. Douillard was taked aback and she continued before he interrupted. "It was Picasso over there who did it," she eyed the glasses-guy from the back.

The smile he wore dissappeared, now glaring at her and preparing to argue something back.

"You've got a nerve talking to me like that, miss [Last Name]," the teacher said. "Don't think I haven't been informed of your performance in your past school. I'm not afraid to get you expelled here too."

The class suddenly filled with murmurs.

"Unless you want detention as well I advice you to sit back down."

She looked down and without having anything else to say she sat on her chair. Her grip on her pen tightened when she looked back and seeing the guy still stare at her, slowly forming a winning smirk.

Bastard, she thought.

Finally lunch came, and she exhaled a sigh of relief as she stood up from her seat, an instant need to stretch her body overtaking her. She only wanted to smoke as soon as possible, the necessity of nicotine calling out to her from not being present for a while. She closed her notebook and walked out the classroom as soon as there was space for her to walk through the students.

She walked down the big row of starts, avoiding in pushing the boy in front of her, but still having trouble keeping her patience.

Just as she was about to turn a corner she felt her face being hit with a flat surface, being jolted back.

"Woah, what's the rush?" she felt an arm on her shoulder and was met with a silly smile. It was the guy from earlier in the morning.

"Sorry," she said, feeling embarrassed. She allowed herself to groan, feeling free from expressing her feelings. Even in front of this guy she just met. "I just couldn't stay in that room anymore."

"I didn't know class 1B was that far off," he joked.

"You know anyone from there?"

"Certainly. I could name quite a few if you ask me."

"Ugh, then I'm sure you know. Speaking of, in what class did you end up?"

He placed a hand in his pocket. "2B," he smiled. "If my last name was different we could've been in the same class. Maybe then the school year wouldn't be so bad."

"Yeah, talk about luck," she played along his playful attitude. She didn't know where he was getting at, but he was at least tolerable. "Oh, hey, we haven't met properly before."

"You're right," he extended his palm, smiling at her. "Mick Travis."

She replied with her name, shaking his hand. "Mick Travis? Is that French or..."

"I'm originally from Britain, but I've moved here for a while. I don't know for how long but I'll do what I can in the meantime. Second year in this school and I can't wait to get out of here."

"Did something happen last year?"

"It's a long story," he said simply, changing the subject. "So, where are you headed?"

In the end they sat at a bench, under a tree to avoid the bright sun from blinding their eyes and having to constantly squint at each other. Travis sat sideways, his one leg crossed while the other was extended freely, his head resting on his palm, the other holding his cigarette.

[Name] lazily looked up at the tree as the wind moved it's leafs, making her almost fall asleep. "Are they gotta tell us something for not going to eat?"

"Hell no, I'm sure they know how ass the food is anyway. We're just saving our lives at the moment."

She hummed, putting out her finished cigarette.

"So," he adjusted his head, in a way to look at her. "What do you think of this school?"

"I don't know. But I hope this year passes quickly. Last year was the worst year of my life."

This peacked his interest. "How so?"

"Long story," she laughed when she realized he responded the same way before. "Maybe I'll tell you if I skip a class."

"Fine."

Break ended too quickly for [Name] to enjoy and she dragged her feet to class, with Travis having to sometimes push her while she groaned in annoyance.

She walked inside, making eyecontact with Sabiani and giving her a look of "I can't stand being here already." The poor girl only giving her a sympathetic smile in response.

She was about to sleep on her desk, when a commotion made her raise her head to see what was going on. Descamps and his friends – whatever their names were, she didn't even bother to know – were making a fuss over something, and she noticed quickly a bucket filled with water behind the door. Descamps grabbed it and attempted to place it on top of the door, ordering one of his friends to keep watch from outside in the process.

The class did nothing, and so did [Name]. It took her a while to realize that a prank was happening, so whoever were to walk in would get drenched in that dirty bucket water. She rose from her seat, throwing her chair back and scaring Sabiani from beside her. She did promise not to act out, in hopes of not getting unwanted attention from the teachers, but she had enough from that Latin teacher anyway. She wouldn't let anyone stop her now.

She walked up to him, pushing him and making him almost spill the water. He narrowed his eyes at her, before he flashed her a cocky smile. "What's that? Didn't you learn your lesson from getting expelled from your last school? Are you planning on doing the same thing here?"

She clenched her jaw at the nerve he had. He didn't even know of her, yet acted better than her. "I'll get expelled for this? You're the one putting a bucket on top of the damn door."

She felt a hand grabbing her wrist and she turned around. "Don't get involved, just continue sleeping on your desk like you were before," it was one of Descamps friends.

She snatched her hand away, "Don't touch me." Turning her attention back at the vile glasses-wearing guy, she attempted to take the bucket away from him, only for him to raise it over her head, mocking her in the process. She would've been intimidated by his height, but she was already used to scarier guys from last year. Descamps laughed at her unsuccessful attempts, then motioned something to his friend. He got the memo and held back [Name] by restraining her.

"Let me down!" she yelled, but they ignored her, finally Descamps putting the damn bucket where he planned from the beginning. She looked at the rest of the class, everyone doing nothing about the whole thing and staying silent in their seats. She made eyecontact with Laubrac, her eyes seeking for his help. He only looked away, hiding his shame.

The victim of the prank was Magnan, as the water completely covered her from head to toe. Her braids were starting to fall apart from her cute style. Her frozen body left in shock as she looked around the class, everyone watching her without reaction. [Name] felt shame when she realized the water made the fabric on her chest area visible, being stuck on her skin.

Descamps and his friends were the only ones breaking the silence in the room, chuckling to themselves and breaking out laughing, [Name] being no longer being held back.

Suddenly he swallowed hard and composed himself at the sight of Mrs. Couret. He looked at her nervously and placed both his hands in his pockets.

Mrs. Couret was in shock at first, but acted quickly, taking of her jacket and putting it around Magnan. She ordered [Name] and Sabiani to look over the class, but they knew that with both of them combined they couldn't control Descamps and his dumb crew. Moments later, they exited the classroom, headed to the nurses office.

If that wasn't enough, Descamps even drew on the chalkboard, being a picture of who she assumed was Magnan, her chest area being the most prominent. [Name] was about to go off again, but Sabiani grabbed her wrist instead, shaking her head at her to tell her to stop. After a bit of contemplating she backed down. Before she could even sigh in disappointment, a senior barged inside the classroom.

He pushed a guy from his way and swing at one of the guys that indulged in the "prank". Sabiani yelled at them to stop but it escalated even worse. Descamps went to defend him, and this lead to him being hit. In the eye area. Next thing she knew, he was kneeled to the ground. Everything had happened so fast, [Name] was frozen in place.

Without thinking she fell next to him, trying to get a look at his injury. It was pretty hard to do so, as he pressed onto his left eye, his back slouching more and more as he couldn't contain his pain anymore. His groans made him so he couldn't hear the girl from beside him, but the warm touch on his shaking body comforted him even for a bit.

[Name] felt herself suddenly being pushed back, and she calmed herself when she realized it was the Dean.

"Let me see," he said, crouching to Descamps' level.

"My eye...! I can't see..."

"Don't touch it okay? Can you stand up?" when he nodded, he helped him get up. He then ordered Pichon to get the nurse, but she was already there.

"He's got some glass in his eye," Mr. Belanger said softly at his wife, as she placed a hand on his back and led him outside, mentioning something about taking him to the hospital.

"Get back to your class!" he yelled at the students that were watching from outside the door. "Dupin, take your seat. Jean-Pierre, my office. You two, put the chairs back. You wipe that off. And you, clean that now!" he looked at the rest of the class, his piercing look sending shivers down [Name]'s spine. "Everyone else, take your seats!" he ordered and the tone of his voice made everyone do so without question. "Quietly!"

He sighed, "I'll leave you to it, Miss Couret," he said, giving a last look to the teacher that had just arrived before storming off.

The rest of the day seemed to pass way slower that before.

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Being the Bowers gang girl

Both platonic & romantic headcanons. includes all members.

addition warnings: swearing, bullying, very few depictions of sexism, few derogatory names, toxicity, abusive parenting.

words: 2.6k

this was entirely inspired by z0mbiekittyy, so please check them out!

Meeting/joining the gang

you were at first the quiet, loner girl who kept to herself, only having a few acquaintances, with very few friends.

it wasn't because you were a loser. only the opposite. everyone wanted to become friends with you or get to know you in some way but you never let anyone get close.

everyone had heard of you of course. when they realized you were different they stopped trying to read you or make their mind about you.

that was until greta keene couldn't get enough. she hated the attention you got. so one day she started spreading rumors about you.

it was relatively easy, since no one knew you enough to disprove them in any way. one word went to another and everyone in town now started talking shit about you.

despite that, you didn't care. you had your mind somewhere else. popularity and school drama weren't your thing.

you didn't mind hearing the remarks spat at you when you wandered the halls or when you were in class. you were completely and utterly unbothered.

word got fast that it even reached the all too feared bowers gang.

you were making your way to biology class when you were shoved against a locker, all your books falling one by one on the floor.

"well well well, if it isn't derry's most favored whore", henry was the first to indulge in the act.

he was followed by vic, or – as he liked to refer to him as his 'right-man', "hey, hank. why haven't we ever tried to mess with her before?"

you tried to back up slowly, but your back hit against another frame. when you looked up your eyes met with a pair of green ones, followed by an unsettling smile.

it seemed like no one noticed what was happening – or in better words, no one gave a shit about what was happening.

"dont worry, [name], we're not gonna kill you, jeez," belch revealed.

that made henry groan and turn his head towards his friend. "shut up."

patrick, still behind you, held onto your shoulders, which was very easy due to his height. "or we will, you will find out soon."

"both of you shut up," henry silenced them before it could escalate to something else. "so, how about you come with us for a ride? ya'know, get some air n' stuff."

"you mean like skipping school?", you asked.

"why? are you scared? I'm sure your reputation is as shitty as it can get. can't get any worse than that. even ours is better."

you shrugged, and just decided to follow them. just as you sat at your seat – between vic and patrick, you couldn't make out the read ahead of you, as they were driving recklessly. where you were, you hadn't the slightest clue.

they were laughing and howling, sometimes shouting at the drives passing by.

you? well, you were scared shitless. you clung onto your seat belt, and holding back the urge to start shrieking.

after a while you got used to it and had to admit deep down it was kinda fun.

when you stopped, you realized you were at a junkyard. they prepared a fire when the sun began to set down and opened some bottles of beer.

as you all circled around the fire you began to talk about whatever. you also found yourself to... tolerate them. or, better yet, even enjoy their company.

before you knew it, little by little you hang more and more with them, slowly becoming one of them. it was the first time you were a part of something. they felt like home and you could trust them, despite the hardships and more extreme emotional outbursts.

your reputation got even worse but you didn't care. you had found your people.

Activities

other than hanging out in the junkyard, you guys do other stuff (of course).

it's like you all live together, while you also don't. frequent sleepovers, meet-ups on each other houses take place, ect.

vic once convinced you all to go camping a few towns away. despite being the one who recommended the idea, he ended up despicing it. on the other hand, patrick who hated the idea ended up having the most fun. scaring vic by hiding bugs in his tent and pretending he was hearing bears or wolves. belch had enough and kept demanding they'd stop fighting, while you kept laughing at vic's reactions everytime. you never went camping again.

every morning belch picks everyone in order, first henry, then patrick, then you, and lastly – the sleeping queen himself: vic.

then, you make a stop at the local diner, everyone choosing their own specific order that the waitress had already memorized.

unless vic had a hangover from the party the day before, he wouldn't stop complaining about who-knows-what.

sometimes, when you were really bored, you'd go out of town in search of abandoned places, owning them for a while until someone else found them and ruined them almost immediately.

it was expected and common sense you'd show up at ever party. then you all would split for a while but meet up in order to leave. belch was in priority not to drink or get high until anyone else got a license. that's what you all agreed on but that possiblility seemed unlikely.

at school you avoided bullying anyone, but giving up on trying to stop them from terrosizing another kid since it was the only thing they ignored you on. the only time you fought back was to defend yourself. not that you needed to, but because you wanted them to know that you weren't as incompetent as you seemed.

when you had the change you'd shoot empty beer bottles with henry's dad's gun.

Henry Bowers

you and henry would share your deep wounds together. him about his alcoholic and insane old man, and you about your hard time fitting in, both in family and friends.

you would joke around, but to an extent. if you said the wrong thing he'd refuse to speak to you for days, weeks or maybe even months – depending how much it affected him. if he was too stubborn, vic would have to somehow find a way to talk him out of his bitchy attitude.

despite him trying to seem hard-shelled, deep down he was very sensitive. he knew you knew that, and he hated it. it was the only thing he hated about you except the fact that tend to be pushy sometimes.

he had never cried in front the guys, but one day he couldn't hold back when he was only with you. it happened only once, but he still feels humiliated about it and hopes you'd never bring it up. he made you swore to never tell anyone.

butch seemed to like you for a reason, only approving of you from the gang. he hated the rest. when you find yourself at their house, he'd warmly greet you.

at first he and patrick made a lot of sexist joke about you. later when he noticed you went silent you, he started using them less, only saying them once or twice.

always offers you cigarettes, and makes sure to buy your favorites.

sometimes (when he's not in a shitty mood) he pays for your food when you go at the diner without saying a word or giving you the chance to convince him otherwise.

all good things considered, let's be honest here cuz we all know he has more negative that good qualities.

for example; gets jealous super easily and gets mad at you for it, making you apologize for something that isn't your fault.

NEVER admits he's wrong. ever.

when you have a different opinion he tells you to shut up or straight up threatens you.

needs a lot of attention, while also can't have on his tail all the time, making him indecisive and confusing.

sometimes doesn't realize you need help and leaves you deal with your problems alone while you clearly do need some sort of hand.

still, you always have a way to be together again, unable to keep any distance between you both. on weekends you usually take the bus to his house, helping him with the choses around the farm.

Vic Criss

you and vic already knew each other from middle school. you were in the same class and he used to help you with homework.

then, when kids started growing up through that phase everybody did about that sort of rivalry against girls and boys. because of that, your 'friendship' fell apart.

you weren't really friends back then but you could've been.

he never admitted it but he always stared at you from away, wishing you would somehow start talking to each other again.

he was the one who convinced henry to approach you that day. the idea popped into his mind just as those rumors started going around.

he was glad henry agreed. even though he always did, he was anxious of saying no. later, he lied to you, saying it was henry's idea instead and that first interaction you had with him was henry's way of being kind (despite calling you a 'whore').

you and vic were close, in a different way you were with the others. he understood you better and he was very good at telling advice. he was also fun gossiping with. definitely the best when having a sleepover. the others found him annoying or bitchy about it, but with you he was himself.

he also was kinda subtle about his true personality, not showing his true small but intresting quirks only you knew.

speaking of gossiping, almost every weekend he crashed at your place, the excuse being his siblings giving him a headache, while his mom being 'a pain in the ass'.

everytime he had a problem with the others you would be the first to know. he was still henry's 'right-man', but sometimes henry was, well... henry.

at parties he'd get wasted and you'd be 100% sure he'd be found in the bathroom pucking his guts out.

you guys are so close he would be showering while you were doing your business at the toilet, gossiping about everything single detail.

still sometimes helps you with school after some persuation, but keeps reminding you that 'he is not your tutor'.

loves braiding your hair when you're hanging out, especially during class when it's something super boring (even for him).

Patrick Hockstetter

you were honestly pretty scared of patrick at first, and most definitely the only one from the gang who gave you the creepes.

the alligations weren't few, to say the least, and at first you kept your distance from him.

he also didn't try to make a move on you, which you found stange, yet grateful. maybe henry threatened him or something. either way you were considerably on good terms with patrick.

one day at school, while you were waiting for the other three to come at your usual spot during break, he offered you a cigarette. you received it with gratitude, since it was rare for an offer coming from patrick. he even stricked up a conversation, which was... maybe a bit thought provoking.

then he smirked – that one charismatic he wore when you would stop being able to read his mind. he was like a puzzle, but most pieces were missing or switched with incorrect ones. "are the rumors true?", he asked, closing his zippo with a 'click' after he light your cigarette.

"i dont think that you care if they're true or not," you answered back, the tobacco filling your lungs with nicotine.

clouds of smoke escaped his nostrils with each chuckle. "maybe."

on your ride home Black Sun Morning by Screaming Trees was playing from the radio and you found yourself singing alongside patrick. he rose his brows, "you know 'em?"

"duh, of course."

the next day on the ride to school, instead of gossiping with vic you ended up having a deep conversation with patrick about music. you never imagined that you'd be having a conversation about art with him of all people.

since then, you hit it off well. he stopped using sexist comments as well, and even attempted physical contact at the diner, brushing his fingers against your hair. when he realized you let him or try to stop him, he smiled to himself.

in the end you were usually seen together, you sitting on his lap during breaks or at the gym stands, in the car or diner. he would wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder. it was making the others sick.

sometimes you attempted to help him with homework, but he only agreed so you could just hangout. he wasn't really interested in attending college. the thing he was good at was certainly playing the guitar. both bass and lead guitar. vic jokes about him making a band but it something told you he didn't view it as a light joke.

one day he invited you to his house to show you his vinyls and discs. that's when you met his mother and was pretty surprised to find out she was vietnamese. he made sure to never speak vietnamese around you or the others.

when meeting you he became less... interested at the fridge at the junkyard, viewing it less and less. maybe therapy was starting to work out? even for a tiny bit.

extremely protective of you, especially at parties. makes sure to keep an eye out even though you wouldn't know it.

Belch Huggins

belch was the most chill and the most independent one of the gang. aways making sure everything was in check and going smoothly. it was no surprise he was super welcome to you and tried to make you at ease the first few weeks, asking you if you were okay or needed a ride home.

is a gentleman, of course. doesn't tolerance any disrespect towards you, no matter how small it may seem to you.

offeres to pay for you when going out, no matter how many times you don't let him.

one time you both got so drunk you couldn't stop laughing; your bellys hurting and your eyes filled with tears while your faces were bright red. it made henry mad (as usual) but it's a memory you'd never forget. you had no way to get back home, though.

on fridays you watch him play basketball, sitting at the stands, and smoking and encouraging him. sometimes vic or patrick came too, but it was very rarely.

he offers you the ball but you immediately decline, being reminded of the day the ball hit you in the face after you missed your shot.

you requested him to teach you how to drive, which was a bad idea honestly. at first you didn't understand his instructions at all, but when he asked you if you had any questions you lied saying 'no'. after that instead of stepping on going forward you accidentally went backwards, almost crashing his beloved trams-am that he named 'daisy'. then you turned the wheel too far, almost falling at a ditch before he saved you two.

swore that you'd never get a license in your life and forbid you anywhere near the wheel, not even the passengers seat.

his dad owes a workshop, fixing cars. he helped too, supporting him in any way he could. you also helped him here and there while he taught you the basics and answered any questions you had.

he promised that he'd let you fix a car entirely on your own without his help. he said he'd also let you keep it for free.

you have a drawer contained only of belch's clothes. at first you'd ask him to try his sweatshirts on. then you'd complain you were cold and he'd sigh, saying you could give it back another day. but you never did.

you loved it when he gave you biggyback rides. his, especially. he could never refuse, despise how tired he was.

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L'appel du vide (The call of the void)

— pairings: Henry Bowers + Patrick Hockstetter x female/daughter of a cop/new student reader

Summary: after your parents divorce (because your mom is kinda crazy) you move to your dads hometown, back to Derry, and your cousin richie. Additional warnings: refrences of past child abuse Words: 4.1k

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Chapter 1: Back to Derry

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑 slowed down as it stopped at a gas station. The driver's door opened, which caused [Name] to wake up. She raised her head, which was earlier rested on her palm. She blinked her eyes, trying to make out what her father was saying to her. 

"I said, do you want me to get you anything?", he repeated, his hand on the door as he slouched and his head under the car, waiting for her answer. 

"Uh," she slurred her words, yawning as she stretched her arms, a satisfying feeling passing through her body to wake her up while the sun was making it difficult for her to think of what to say. "Just some water please."

Her father gave her a thumbsup before turning around. 

"On second thought, I'm kinda hungry. Can I have a sandwich?", she called out from the rolled down window. 

Her father made his way inside, as [Name] shifted in her seat, her arms laying comfortable under her head. She sighed as she stared out the window, not focusing on anything in particular, yet caughting a glimpse of a man filling his car. 

She and her father we're making their way to Derry, Maine, back to their relatives. Despite feeling excited to see her cousin again, she didn't really approve on moving so suddenly. She would miss her friends, her school – heck, even the grumpy teachers and lousy neighbours. 

There was no way of changing her dad's mind, however, since he was so eager to start a new life. She couldn't blame him, though. She and the poor guy couldn't handle the decrease in her mother's sanity any longer. She only grew worse day by day, and it was final once she laid hands on her. Her eyes were unrecognizable, wide and furiously red, as she had her fingers wrapped around [Name]'s throat, squeezing it tight with demise. 

Luckily, she was shoved back and restrained by her father, who later called the police on her and she was taken into court when found out she was abusing drugs, finally filling a divorce and in the end she was send to an asylum. 

This made [Name] wonder if that woman even loved her in the first place. As she thought about it more overtime, she recalled the times her mother gave her the cold shoulder, or the nasty remarks she hissed – tasting like venom on her tensed dry lips. The glaring looks she gave her, feeling like piercing needles ready to strike. 

[Name] instantly wiped some tears that were forming on her eyes, placing a smile on her face as her dad made his way back, bringing with him the stuff he bought. 

He closed the door as he sat on the driver's seat, holding the bag for [Name] to take. "As you ordered, madam. Sandwich and a bottle of water," he teased. 

She chuckled. "Oh, why thank you, kind sir," she said before taking a big bite of the chicken sandwich. "Man, I'm so hungry."

"Well, you should've prepared some food from home for the ride," he said, taking a cigarette out of his new pack, placing it on his lips, and turning the engine back on – which roared back alive, going backwards and on the road back to Derry. "I told you in the morning but you ignored me." 

She rolled her eyes, not in the mood for bickering at the moment, instead changing the question. "So like, you gonna be working as a cop at Derry now?" 

"Policeman, not a cop, [Name]. And yes, I've taken care of it on the phone," his eyes were focused on the road, taking a turn. "A guy of mine was kind enough to brag about my services back home."

[Name] hummed, not particularly interested in listening to the conversation, instead taking a moment to appreciate her hunger decreasing, savoring the chicken in contrast with the sauce and the variety of spices. 

She looked out the window, trees passing as they were now driving through the dirt road. The wind blew through her hair, a breeze filling the car. 

Her father remained silent for a moment and he sighed. "Listen, sweetheart, I know it's hard for you moving away and all but I'm sure you'll have a great time there and settle down nicely," he smiled as he recalled memories of his hometown. "Besides, you'll catch up with little Richie again." 

"Well, I'm sure he's not little anymore. How many years has it been? Like five, six?", she tried to count, licking her fingers in doing so. "How old is that little prick now anyway?"

"[Name], watch your language please," her father said and she giggled in response. "I think he's about thirteen or twelve. Three years younger than you." 

"I'm sixteen, dad." 

"Thirteen then." 

"Oh my god, dad. Did you really not remember the age of your own daughter?" 

He lifted his fingers holding the lighted cigarette off the wheel in defense. "No, I didn't forget your age, honey. I'm just, really tired at the moment." 

She shook her head in disbelief. "Yeah, right."

"I mean it." 

"Whatever you say can't save you now, dad." 

He chuckled. "Really now?"

"Yes," she replied blankly, now finishing her sandwich. 

   Finally arriving, she took out one of her earplugs and pausing her music, raised her head to look around her new "home". Crippled narrow roads filled with puddles, with short trees that looked hardly standing by the constant floods and hurricanes. She almost cringed at the almost rundown looking buildings. 

What eased her nerves were the stores here and there, them being: Brew & Chew Café, Doughy Delights Pizzeria, and Smile N’ Delight. Her eyes also caught a glimpse of the arcade, and she was sure Richie would probably spend his time there, playing aimlessly like his life depended on it. Not like she planned on going there, but still. It proved the existence that people lived there and it wasn't as deserted as it seemed. 

"Are we there?" 

"Sure are," he answered, searching for his sisters house. He smiled, "nothing has changed a bit."

"We haven't been gone that much for anything to change. I mean who even comes here anymore?"

Her father ignored her remark, taking a turn and slowing down as they reached that all familiar house [Name] hang out to when she was younger. They came to a stop and he got out of the car, while [Name] did the same, yet not so eager. 

"Wentworth! How long has it been?", her father said as the front door opened, her uncle grabbing his palm and patting him on the back. 

"You tell me," her uncle replied. "You were the one who decided to move out." 

He chuckled. "Well, [Mother Name] wouldn't stop pressuring me and all. You know how she was." 

This made [Name]'s aunt's smile fade, feeling somehow remorseful. "Ah, I'm so sorry about that, [Father Name]... We couldn't believe it when you told us all about it on the phone," her eyes looked at [Name], making her smile widely, her eyes wrinkling at the sides as they widened. She exclaimed and she walked over to her with raised arms, squeezing her cheeks which made [Name] groan slightly. Yet she didn't mind it much, always appreciating her aunt's weird ways of affection. 

"Little [Name]! Ah, I can't believe how much you've grown. You're basically a lady now!", she noted, placing her palms on her shoulders and taking a better look at her, taking her time to "fix" her shirt and hair. 

[Name] chuckled awkwardly, not knowing how to respond. "Hey, missed you too, Aunt Maggie. Uh, is Richie home?" 

"Oh, yes," she turned around, "Richie, get your ass here!"

After a few annoyed grumbles, a boy with dark hair came down the stairs. [Name] noted his increase in height and glasses who seemed to be thicker than how she remembered, making his eyes appear way bigger. He still had a couple of freckles drawn on his slighty chubby cheeks – even though he had a relatively slim figure. She threw an arm over his shoulder, snickering at his annoyance and trying to get off her hold.

"How's my little blabbermouth been?", she remarked and forced him into a hug. He groaned in response, mostly by the nickname but returning the hug happily. 

"You haven't changed a bit, asswipe," he replied with the same tone. Still, his grip tightened around her. "You were still missed, though. As much as I hate to admit it." 

That made her smile, and she let go of him, "Aw," she cooed. "I'm flattered, but it's very much expected," she replied proudly. 

"Ha ha," Richie stated, his tone linked full of sarcasm. "Just make sure you stay this time," he scoffed, "I remember when you had to leave last time you were crying your eyes out. Your nose was full of snot and stuff. Gross." 

[Name] narrowed her eyes, raising her brow. "That's not true. I don't ever recall that happening."

"Well, I do," he rolled his wide eyes behind his thick square glasses, smirking. "Right, mom?" 

"Huh? What did you say, sweetie?", she asked, not listening to him in the slightest, too absorbed in the conversation with her husband and brother. 

"Nevermind," Richie rumbled. "Say, you wanna join me and my friends? Oh – I forgot to mention – remember Bill? Well, we are now in a group with two other guys and we call ourselves The Losers Club, and it's freaking awesome!" 

[Name] couldn't help but laugh. "The Losers Club? That sounds... pretty lame." 

"That's the point, genius," he rolled his eyes again. "The thing is, you gotta join us, we always have so much fun and stuff." 

"Maybe another time, kiddo. I'm pretty tired and I gotta start unpacking and I need get ready for school tomorrow. I've missed enough as it is."

Richie groaned. "Fineee. But you will come with us one day, I'm telling you." 

[Name] ruffled his hair. "Okay okay, I get it!" 

"Augh! Not the hair, man! Not cool", he tried to push her hand away, but to no avail as she wrapped an arm around his neck and continued in forcefully ruining his curly locks. 

 

   The next day [Name] was woken up but her father, completely ignoring her alarm clock at 6:30 am. She groaned and placed a pillow over her head, trying to block out her father's cheery but annoying voice through the kitchen. 

She had to get up, though, when her father made his way into her bedroom and forcefully throwing the covers off her – much to her dismay. She raised her upper body, holding her weight with her elbows. Her eyes were puffy and red, a trail of drool beginning from her bottom lip and ending at her chin. A sight Richie would definitely make fun of, but he was in the same spot, as her dad did the same, but instead chose to grab Richie and spin him around, just like the way parents played with their month-old babies. 

Richie – fully confused, and instead of cheering like a baby would – almost shrieked, his legs swaying back and forth, looking for a sturdy ground to balance himself and his arms trying to get a tight grip on his uncle. Without wearing his glasses, he wasn't able to see clearly, screaming: "What the hell is going on?!" 

[Name]'s dad, not reducing his speed in the slightest, continued, "Wake up, big guy! You're gonna miss school!" 

Richie, steadying his breath, replied, "Okay okay, I get it! Just get me down! For the love of—" 

Just as he requested, his uncle complied, a satisfied smile on his features. He slapped his nephew's back lightly. "Come to the kitchen quick. I've prepared breakfast." 

[Name] still in her bed – but not daring to lay back down, (in fear of her dad shaking her awake again) stared blankly at the wall, ignoring the commotion from Richie's room completely. She rubbed her half closed eyes, and dragged herself out of bed, choosing a simple and convenient outfit for the day, since her stuff and wardrobe hadn't been delivered in their new home fully yet. She grabbed her almost empty backpack, which contained only her pencil case and a couple of notebooks, and she slowly made her way to the kitchen, dropping on her seat feeling like a zombie. She tried to rest her heavy head on her palm, yet it fell on the table sharply. 

"Ah ah," her father scolded. "Wake up, sweetie. It's your first day today." 

She groaned in response. 

"I'll give you a ride to school, so eat quick. I have work to get to," he explained further, flipping an egg from the pan. 

"I'm sorry but how can you be so excited so early in the morning, uncle? I mean, no offense," Richie asked from the table, rubbing his glasses with his shirt. He turned to [Name], "is he always like this?" 

She grabbed a toast from the table, which was applied with butter smoothly, and took a bite, her eyes still half closed. "Yes."

"Damn."

   After a quick – and not so satisfying breakfast, Mr. [Last Name] gave the both a ride and went to work. For the first time Richie wasn't late. A rare occurance, mainly because he took ages to get ready but also because both his parents weren't able to drive him to school because of work. 

"Well, I guess I'll see you later, asswipe," Richie held up his palm for a high-five. [Name] looked at him unfazed, almost rolling her eyes, clearly not in the mood so early in the morning. Still, she didn't leave him hanging and groaned under her breath. 

"Remember, don't steal food from the cafeteria."

"Don't you mean, don't do drugs – or something?" 

[Name] walked pass him, pushing her body on the school's front entrance. "Whate—", before she could finish, she felt a heavy force colliding against her. She yelped in response, being shoved backwards.

The person groaned in annoyance, also surprised by the sudden force. "What the fu—", the voice suddenly paused. [Name] took a moment to study the person. He was tall, his blonde hair messily styled in a mullet. His blue eyes were staring back at her, also studying her. His seemengly muscular built wasn't as apparent under his t-shirt which was being covered under his denim jacket, his sleeves being pushed high above his elbows. It was more of a fashion choice than an affect to keep warm in the cold weather of October. 

She didn't know how long they kept eye contact, but it came to a stop as his features furrowed, pursing his lips. He shoved pass her, his shoulder bumping into hers while he mumbled under his breath: "Get outta my way." 

She scoffed in response, raising a brow and walking into the halls, Richie following quickly behind her. "Oh my god," he gasped. 

"What?", she questioned, looking around for the principal's office. 

"You just ran into Henry Bowers!", he explained. 

"I didn't ran into him. More like he bumped into me." 

He quickly shook his head. "That's not the point, dumbass," he walked in front of her, making her stop in her tracks to get her attention. "The point is that he and his lovely little friends have been making our lives hell for how many years now. I'm honestly surprised he didn't murder you just now."

"He what?", [Name] asked, her eyes finally widening since this morning. 

"Yeah," Richie said, beginning to walk again with her by his side, passing the other students in the halls as they chatted among themselves. "They're all complete psychos."

"How did you say his name was? Henry Bowers, was it?", she asked and slowed down when she noticed the principal's office in the corner. "Where have I heard of it before?" 

"Man, I don't know. But I'm telling you. Just don't make him mad. Ever." 

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it, big guy," she said, shifting her backpack as the school bell rang. She made herself a new goal for the year. 

Richie raised a brow. "What do you mean? I don't like that look," he noted. 

"Just, go to class, okay? I'll see you guys later," she shoved him softly, and he stumbled a bit, glancing back at her with a bit of worry, but made his way to class. 

She didn't know how and why that guy seemed so familiar to her, but she didn't care either. No one is allowed to make fun of her cousin. No one. Except maybe her, but they were family. It's understandable. But him? Who did he think he is? 

She decided to keep an eye on him and his stupid mullet. 

[Name] was about to knock the open door but stopped when she saw a lanky guy staring at the principal blankly, his mind wandering off and not paying the slightest attention to him. The principal sighed, his hand waved towards the door, dismissing him as he finished, "that's about it. If you and Bowers get send here one more time, I'll have to take drasting measures. You'll get a pass this time. Mainly because it's your first time, Hockstetter. Now get your ass to class." 

The guy in question – Hockstetter, as he was mentioned – fixed his posture at the statement, the corners of his mouth forming into a smile. He left without question, his grey-green eyes meeting [Name]'s as he walked pass the door, twinkling with curiosity. She swore she saw him lick his bottom lip just as he left. 

"And make sure Bowers actually goes to class this time!", the principal shouted and [Name] wondered if his orders even reached the guy's ears. 

So this guy is one Richie's bullies, [Name] noted. 

She decided to keep that in mind later as she walked inside. The principal held the bridge of his nose, sighing. When he noticed her, he grasped his hands together as he tried to recall her name. He remained with only parted lips as he failed in figuring out who she was. 

"Hello, Mr – uh," she trailed off, trying to remember his name that her dad mentioned on the ride. "Mr. Corbin, I'm the new student. I think my father spoke to you on the phone." 

His features softened, bringing a hand on his grey and combed hair. "Ah, yes! Mr. [Last Name], I believe. Yes, I've got your schedule prepared right here," he said, rolling back with his chair and opening his drawer, taking out a paper and handing it to [Name]. "It was pretty much a hassle trying to sort your lessons, since you arrived a bit later, but eventually we managed."

She whispered a soft "Sorry" in response. 

"How very nice for us to welcome a new student. I hope you like it here. Ah, did you move here recently, miss [Last Name]?" 

She quickly skimmed over her schedule, and looked back at Mr. Corbin. "Yes. Yesterday actually."

"I see," he replied, fixing his mustache. "Well, I hope you settle down nicely. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some work to finish," he rolled on his chair forward, placing his hands together once again. "If you need any help, don't be afraid to come to my office."

[Name] smiled at him. "Thank you so much, Mr. Corbin," she said and walked out, looking over her schedule. She hummed, feeling not so glum about it, only groaning when she saw she had to chose an extracurricular, but also hoping there were good options to chose from at the very least. She noticed a note, written roughly with a pen; locker: 74. 

She made her own inner note to check it out later. 

Now, she hurried herself to her first period, being World History. It took her while to find the class, and she was sure she'd get some nagging from the teacher. She hesitantly knocked on the door and slowly opened it. Peeking over the gap, she noticed all the students attention being on her. She stepped inside, clearing her throat. 

"Sorry I'm late, Mr –", she looked at her schedule, "Mr. Okley." 

Mr. Okley stopped writing on the board, turning his focus on her. "It's okay, I suppose," his voice indicated his boredom which were proved by his uninterested expression. "You're the new student, yes?"

She nodded. "Yes, my name is [Name] [Last Name]."

His face brightened, his blank expression being replaced by a small smile. "Ah, [Last Name]? I know your father. We used to be classmates together. Really funny fellow, I tell you," he chuckled. "Make sure to tell him I say hi, alright?" 

[Name] smiled, trying to ignore people's stares. "I will."

"We're on page forty-three. You can take a seat over there," he pointed at an empty seat next to the window. 

"I don't have a book."

"Right," he hummed, looking around his desk for a spare book. "I can't seem to find one right now. Just sit next to Victor for now and come by my office later."

The guy in question raised his head from his palm, being shaken out of his thoughts. [Name] dragged a chair and sat next to him, who scooted to the side to make some some space for the both. 

She held her hands close, feeling awkward by the closeness between them. But she tried her best to ignore it, taking notes when she thought was necessary. 

As she wrote, her pall pen started leaving less and less ink. She pressed harder, but the pen refused to work, as if it suddenly decided to go against her. 

"Shit," she cursed under her breath. She turned to Victor, who had his undoubted attention on Mr. Okley who explained about the Rise of Rome. 

"Do you have an extra pen?"

His attention was disturbed again. He shifted in his seat, blinking like he was just woken up. "Oh, yeah," he searched his bag and held one for her. 

"Thanks," she took it, smiling warmly at him. 

"So, why the sudden change or schools?", he asked. 

"Oh, you know. The usual reasons," she wrote on her notebook, testing if it worked. It was an obvious attempt of her deflecting the question. 

Victor didn't attemt to pressure her in saying anymore, turning his attention back at the lesson. 

The bell rang indicating the end of the lesson. All the students gathered their things, chatting among themselves as they made their way outside. 

Just as [Name] was about to do the same Mr. Okley called her. 

"Wait here for a moment, I'll go and fetch your book, alright?"

With that she waited, watching the classroom becoming less and less crowded. Her mind started wondering along, when she was being shoved forward. Her shoulder bumping with an all too familiar muscular one, snickering as he made his way towards Victor. Two others followed, passing her like she was nonexistent. 

Her face soured. 

Henry and Hockstetter loud vocals filled the room, shooting at Victor about who knows what. [Name] was unable to identify the other figure. He was the most noticeable large one of the group. 

With the realization that Victor was in their little group, it made the girl's disappointment more visible. 

Mr. Okley came back, holding a thick book. "This is it," he opened it, flipping through the pages. "We've covered all of these. Make sure to study them until next week. We'll be having an exam on Monday."

She scrunched her nose, which didn't go unnoticed. 

"Now now, it's not too much," he chuckled at her reaction. "It has very vague information and it's pretty easy to grasp. I'm sure you can do it."

She wasn't convinced and he continued. "If it's too much for you, then I'll guess I could give you an extra week."

"Really?"

He winked. "Just don't tell anyone," he waved his hands. "Now, run along!"

She chuckled and scooted over the door, but stopped when she remembered something. She glanced over at her classmate by the window, being surrounded by the mullet asshole and the creepy lanky guy – and the guy she couldn't recognize. He was frowning at his friends, telling them to "shut up" while they joked around. 

She sighed under her breath and turned her heel, walking over to him. She looked to the ground, avoiding their gazes as she came closer. 

"You, uh, forgot your pen," she held it out for him, only locking eyes with his as he stopped his bickering. Their laughs also came to a stop, observing her from head to toe. 

He took it, and before he could answer she swung around, storming out of the classroom. Her chest was bounding and her breath was shaky. 

She meet the Bower Gang on her first day and managed to survive.

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L'appel du vide (The call of the void)

— pairings: Henry Bowers + Patrick Hockstetter x female/daughter of a cop/new student reader

Summary: after your parents divorce (because your mom is kinda crazy) you move to your dads hometown, back to Derry, and your cousin richie. Additional warnings: depictions of animal cruelty, patrick hockstetter (enough said) Words: 3.5k

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Chapter 2: Bigmouth Strikes Again

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 wasn't in a good mood that day, to say the very least. His dad had dragged him early to school for some reason. He didn't know why, and he didn't care. What he did know is that it disturbed his routine. 

He usually woke up by his dad's noisy way of getting ready for work – groaning from the living room, where he slept, and he'd demand his morning beer. If he even bothered, Henry would eat something as he waited for Belch to pass by his house to pick him up – a farm located at the outskirts of Derry. He'd get on his seat – which was of course, at the front, and they'd talk shit. Like they always did, although Henry chose most of the time to remain silent, always too moody in the morning. On the ride they would blast music, driving recklessly around town while the townsfolk would shout curses at them to turn the damn volume down. 

But not today. And he was pissed. On the way to school he was resting on his seat with folded arms, looking out the window and refusing his eyes to meet his father's. 

When he arrived he was about to wait at the parking lot for Belch and the others to arrive, but his old man shot him a glare, and he instantly knew what he meant. With his head low, he reluctantly walked up the stairs, turning his head around and seeing his oh-so great son-of-a-bitch dad watching him like a hawk, his stoic and hateful eyes hiden behind his round sunglasses. 

How much he wanted to fucking punch him right then and there, but he knew he couldn't. He didn't want to admit it, but he was weak against him. He could never manage the courage to stand up for himself, proving his point in being a paper man.

To his utter luck, he was seen by the headmaster, not managing to sneak past his office. He was given a lecture about his attitude and lack of presence, as expected. 

When he was finally let to go, his immediate next destination was back outside to meet up with the others. It was the time they usually arrived, anyway. Ten minutes before the first bell rang and they had to attend their homeroom class. 

"What the fu–"

Just as he was about to walk outside the building he felt someone collide with his chest. If the many and unnecessary nuisances until now wasn't enough, this instantly managed to form a vein on his temple as he clenched his fist. Today was his unlucky day it seemed. He stopped himself from punching whoever it was just as he met the girl's gaze. 

They both shared the same look of surprise. He studied her from head to toe, from the way she styled her hair – which looked somewhat messy – to her slightly parted lips and unironed clothes. 

For some reason he didn't know what to say. She seemed... familiar, but he quickly knew she was new. He'd never seen her at any of his classes before, or anywhere else at school. Was she even the same age as him? His eyes then looked behind her to the distance, seeing the all familiar blue Trans-am parked at the usual spot. Their spot, to be in fact. 

He grounded his jaw, frowning his eyebrows, as he pushed past her, not caring a bit if he pushed her or something. He almost didn't notice Tozier hiding behind her, clinging on her jacket. He snorted at that. He'd mess with him later. 

"Get outta my way," he threatened. 

The others were resting their weight against the Trans-am, invested in their good ol' morning chit-chat, some smoking, some not. He approached them with his head low, staring at his shoes, his hands shoved inside his jean pockets. 

"Someone's in a good mood," Belch was the first to acknowledge him, noting his already grumpy attitude mockingly as he elbowed Vic to the side, who grunted in response and rubbed his side. 

Henry shot him a glare. "Shut your fucking mouth," he said and grabbed his pack, shoving a cigarette between his lips and searching for his lighter. 

"Fucking hell," he grumbled. 

Patrick handed him his significant zippo – which was probably stolen from his grandparents. Henry took it and lit his death stick, exhailing a satisfied cloud of smoke, happy for something to easy his nerves and tremendous headache.

"Thanks."

"Did your dad give you shit again?", Vic asked after a long pause. 

He didn't respond, taking another drag. "The headmaster saw me and wouldn't shut up again about the same ol' shit. Be careful in case he sees you too."

"Well, I don't think he has a problem with me. My grades are decent enough."

"That's because you're not afraid to cheat, Vic," Belch remarked. 

The bleach-blonde boy scoffed in response. "I don't cheat, asshole. I, for one, have a goal I want to pursue."

"So do I, smart-ass."

"What, you mean becoming an Olympic player or something?"

"Fuck you, man. You know damn well how much I want to make it to the American League."

"Whatever."

Patrick cleared his throat as he stared forward to nothing in particular, holding back a laugh, while Henry was about to start yelling at them to shut up from beside him. "Are ya done?"

"You're one to talk, Pat," Vic grumbled under his breath, folding his arms.

He looked at him for a moment, letting out a snort of laughter. The icy stare ignored by Vic who looked down as he kicked a stone with his boot. Patrick threw his finished cigarette and patted Henry on the shoulder as he eyed his watch, passing him and starting to make his way to the building's back entrance. He was always first one to separate their morning meeting, despite Henry being the self-proclaimed leader of the group. 

"Meet ya after class."

Without waiting for a response he pushed the door, walking slowly inside. He placed one hand inside his pocket, while the other ran through his mid-length hair that hang around his face. 

Henry's warning forgotten, he passed the principal's office with ease. Patrick rolled his eyes when he heard his name called just as he was out of view. He could just continue his way, pretending he didn't hear him, but allas, he walked into the office. 

"What is it, Mr. Corbin?", his voice dramatically switched into a much innocent one than he intended. His eyebrows lightly raised as he held his hands together in front of him. 

Mr. Corbin took off his eyeglasses, stopping his work on whatever papers he had held in front of him. "Your grades," he started, sighing as he captured his facade. "You've been held back one grade. Are you on your way to make that a yearly end goal? You need to step up, Hockstetter."

Patrick stared back at him, his eyes void of all emotion. He had had this conversation with his parents countless times before. It mostly began after 7th grade, when things got more serious. They would constantly nag about his future – especially his uptight and anxious mother. He didn't care really, only choosing to live in the present. He was mostly out of touch with reality, always going with the flow. If he would magically share a similar life like his parents, that'd be fine. If he ended up tossed aside and unsuccessful, then so be it. 

"I've also been informed about your attitude outside school. These aren't news, I'm afraid. You and Bowers lack motivation, without a care what you'll be doing with your life in the future." 

Patrick was always twisted from a very young age, despite him not seeing it that way. He would get that sort of thrilling feeling through his veins whenever he viewed any kind of discomfort on another, more so when he inflicted it himself. It was so intriguing for him, from the way that rabbit moved so rapid and swiftly, trying to get out of his grasp. When it's escape went unsuccessful it started to make noises. Patrick would study it with round eyes, which eventually were followed with a wide smile. At that age he didn't attempt to kill it yet, and let it go. He didn't see death as a real thing, until he stumbled upon a starved kitten, it's ribs visible and it's legs weak. 

He tilted his head as he stood over it, the kitty meowed at him, it's high-pitched cries filling his ears. At first he found it terribly annoying, but then he came to enjoy it. It was suffering without the care of its mother. He kneeled on the concrete and the small cat saw this as a welcome to come closer. He tried petting it for a moment and it started purring in a weird way. His fingers run along it's dry fur and he gave more attention on its neck as he grew bored. He stopped and he felt a rush of adrenaline when the cat started meowing louder as he grabbed its neck, it's legs trying to scratch him to get back down. 

The corners of his mouth quirked up in an eerily smile, his eyes shinning slightly. He felt the same feeling when he squeezed the rabbit long ago, but this time he didn't stop and increased the pressure. The kitty stopped moving and it's jaw hang open, it's yellow eyes wide – too wide. He had to compose himself for a moment, releasing his hands as it fell sharpy. He was a god. A chuckle left his lips but he stopped when he heard a hault of steps from behind him. 

It was a young boy that seemed of close age range by his height. He expected him to turn back around and run away, but he didn't. Patrick held a cold gaze. 

"What do you want?" he asked. 

The boy – surprisingly approached him. "What you did was pretty cool."

Patrick didn't expect that. He smiled again. "I do it all the time," he lied but it was mostly the truth. 

The boy looked at the dead cat, then at Patrick. "I'm Henry."

"I'm Patrick."

Henry grinned, revealing a missing tooth. "Cool, wanna join me and my friends? We're on our way to throw paper towels that old lady's house."

"The one with the crazy mole on her nose?"

Henry nodded. Patrick thought about it first. He didn't really have any friends, so this was certainly a change. 

"Sure, why not?"

After that he became a member of the group, soon to be the Bowers Gang. At first he wasn't as welcome, being one year older, but they became so close, they were particularly like brothers. 

Mr. Corbin dragged a hang over his features, a headache starting to form. He waved towards the door, finishing: "that's about it. If you and Bowers get send here one more time, I'll have to take drasting measures. You'll get a pass this time. Mainly because it's your first time, Hockstetter. Now get your ass to class."

Satisfied, Patrick fixed his slouched back and turned around. He instantly noticed the unfamiliar girl next to the doorframe, her curious round eyes watching their interaction with keen interest, like a show being presented for her. Only she didn't applaud, and instead stood there awkwardly. Though she didn't quite fear him, it seemed, but Patrick knew that he'd have to give a good first impression then. That'd change her image of him for sure, he mused. 

He walked out the office with long steps, slowing down only as their eyes met and he instinctively licked his lips when he saw that it worked. 

He didn't care in hearing what the principal shouted at him just as he made his way to class, his mind only on the new victim he found and how he'd proceed next. The corners of his mouth quirked up into that same eerly smile. 

 

   Just as soon as lunch period came, [Name] went to take a seat at a table in the cafeteria, grabbing with her a weird looking sandwich and a soda. The school food definitely wasn't considered a five star meal, but she didn't have much of a choice, since she forgot to bring her own food from home. 

She didn't really care much about not having anyone to sit with, although some company would be nice. She would go sit with her cousin and his friends but she couldn't really find them in this crowd. Despite the town being small, the school was pretty packed. 

Just as she was about to take a bite of her sandwich, she felt someone being pushed against her back. She groaned in annoyance and turned around, ready to cuss whoever hit her. 

She stopped when she noticed a boy trying to stand on both his legs, though unstable. In front of him was the large looking guy she saw with Victor in class before, who wore a hat and a sadistic grin. He was about to make another move on him but turned his head around when he heard his name from the other side of the room – Belch, [Name] heard and looked over at the origin of the call, who was an annoyed looking Henry Bowers. [Name] also noticed Victor and Hockstetter with him. As expected. She still couldn't believe that he was possibly one of Richie's bullies. 

Belch glanced back at the guy who was pushed on [Name] with a piercing glare, though he didn't pay any mind on her. He then turned around and left, going back with his friends, who pushed the door opened and left the cafeteria. 

[Name] looked around, wondering if anyone else saw the whole thing happened, but everyone just went on with their businesses, except maybe like three people, but they still said nothing. She raised a brow. Why didn't anyone do or say anything? Do they control the school or something? She couldn't believe it. People fucking sucked here. She looked back at him, who tried to wipe the dust off of him. His clothes were messy and hang around his body, but he quickly fixed them, along with his posture. He cleared his throat. It took a while for [Name] to notice they initiated contact, and she grew awkward knowing that she was looking at him the whole time. 

She decided to break the silence. "You okay?"

He rose his eyebrows – almost surprised – and tried fixing his brown hair, which was not as easy without the use of a mirror. "Uh, yeah."

The awkward silence around them rose once again as he stood behind her while she had her head still turned around. It was growing sore by the second and she drew a leg over the seat, taking a more comfortable position. 

"Who the hell was that?" she asked. 

He seemed more surprised, as his mouth fell agape for a split second. "Hold up. You don't know him?"

"Um, no?"

He let out a laugh, almost not believing her words. "You're joking, right?"

She shook her head and shrugged. "Should I?"

"I mean, no but-", he continued to stare at her with a look of surprise. "You honestly don't know of the Bowers Gang?"

She didn't know how to respond, then she said, "Well, actually, I'm knew here."

Her words seemed to bring some sort of understanding as he let out an 'ohhh'. Without asking he sat next to her and stook out his arm. "I'm Aiden."

She shook it. "[Name]."

He leaned against his palm, the edge of his elbow just barely touching the table. "So you're new, huh? How come of all places you choose good-old Derry?"

"I used to live here a long time ago," she said. "For now I'm living with my relatives while we search for a house to rent or buy."

"Relatives? Who? I might know 'em.'"

"I don't know if you do, but I'm Richie's cousin and –"

Aiden's eyes widened again. It was pretty amusing how easily surprised he got. 

"You're Tozier's cousin? As in Trashmouth Tozier?"

"Hey, I'd really appreciate you not talking bad about my cousin."

He ignored it, continuing, "No fucking way, dude. That guy doesn't know when to stop."

"So?", she asked as her eyes narrowed. 

He waved his hands dismissively. "No – I'm just saying. He's just a pretty easy target amongst the Bowers Gang."

Just as [Name] was about to ask more, a voice called Aiden from the distance. Two girls waved at them and approached them. 

"We've been looking everywhere for you," the blonde-haired girl said as she gave him a quick hug. 

"Fucking Huggins thought it was funny to push me while I was about to leave," Aiden rolled his eyes. "But he immediately left. I don't care either way."

"Ugh, just ignore them. They're just dumb."

The brunette's focus was at [Name]. "Hey, you're the new girl, right? I think we share English together," she pointed out. 

She titled her head, trying to recall seeing her. "Really? I didn't really notice you. Sorry."

"Oh, where are my manners?" Aiden said. "This is Jamie and Evelyn", he pointed first at the blonde then the brunette. 

[Name] shook their hands, while she revealed her name to the girls. "I'm new here," she added. 

"And she's Tozier's cousin," Aiden interrupted with a grin. 

[Name] sighed at that as she opened her soda. "I still wanna know about that Bowers guy."

The girls sat at the other side of the table, sharing a look and then looked back at her.

"Well, it's best to say to not mess with him or the rest of his gang. Unless you're unlucky then you're fucked. It's best to just not be an easy target," Everly said. 

"It's almost like the whole town fears them," Jamie added. 

[Name] raised a brow. "How come they target my cousin?", she looked at the boy next to her. "Or Aiden for that matter."

He sighed. "It's... a long story."

It would be a lie if she said she wasn't curious, but decided not to push it. "Okay, well," she said between bites, "They better not mess with Richie again."

Everlyn leaned close, "I don't think you're in control of that. I'd advice you to tell Richie to just avoid them as much as possible."

[Name] frowned at that, but she didn't say more. There was something she could do, right? She took a sip of her soda and licked her lips. 

Jamie nudged her friend's shoulder next to her, "Hey, let's invite her to Frank's party," without waiting for a response she looked back at [Name]. "Wanna join us on Friday? It starts at 8 pm."

She stopped chewing as she glanced at the three reluctantly. She really wasn't in the mood for that, wanting to relax the first week. 

"Come on! It'll be fun! We'll introduce you to other people. That way you'll make friends or something." She placed her hands together in a pleading manner, flickering her long lashes. "Pleaseee? Evelyn will give you a ride."

Evelyn shot a disapproving glare at her, mostly because she didn't bother asking first, but it went unnoticed by Jamie. 

[Name] shrugged. "Sure, I guess?", she rubbed the back of her head. "But I'll leave as soon as I get bored. I'm not really in the mood these couple of days."

Jamie rose from her seat and walked over to her, squeezing her into a hug. "Yay! I swear you won't get bored. And if it makes you feel better I won't leave your side."

   Evelyn was kind enough to give [Name] a ride back home, but she didn't really mind since she gave the other two a ride as well. She thanked her as she shut the door behind her, seeing Aiden wave at her while Jamie blew a kiss from behind the window. 

She walked in the Tozier residence and called out if anyone was home. She heard no response and she shrugged. Richie would be with his friends while her dad, and uncle and aunt would be at work. She threw her backpack and shoes off, going to the kitched and opening the fridge. Groaning at the vague options and the rumbling sound from her empty stomach she opted with a bowl of cereal. She sat at the living room, the blanket embracing her comfortably as she wore her pajamas. She should probably have better done her homework or study for that history test, but she really needed some sort of peace. She wasn't really paying attention to the movie, or the random commercials but she was almost shaken up by the sound of her door opening. 

It was her dad. He seemed to be in a really good mood – if the wise smile he had wasn't obvious he greeted her with enthusiasm. 

She quirked a brow, muching on her cereal. "Why so happy? Not that I mind."

He took of his boots, "We're having a barbecue tomorrow!", he exclaimed simply. 

"Huh?"

"Cancel any plans for tomorrow if you have any."

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[girlystories]

L'appel du vide (The call of the void)

— pairings: Henry Bowers + Patrick Hockstetter x female/daughter of a cop/new student reader

Summary: after your parents divorce (because your mom is kinda crazy) you move to your dads hometown, back to Derry, and your cousin richie. Additional warnings: swearing, depictions of child abuse. Words: 3.5k

previous part here

Chapter 3: Everywhere

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑'𝐒 front windows were rolled down, filling it once again with a satisfying breeze. The tired girl resisted the urge to lay her legs on the dashboard, knowing her dad wouldn't let that slide. He had just finished his pack, holding his last cigarette while driving.

[Name]'s bored eyes stared at the road. "Whose idea was it to have a barbecue at fall?"

Her dad shook his head. "Come on. Why do you have to be so down in the dumps all the time?"

"What does that even mean?"

"Just try and act happy when we arrive. It's the least you can do."

She scratched above her eye, in an effort to calm herself. It was like he viewed her as a nuisance. "Why did you want me to come with you in the first place? Don't you want to catch up with your old friend alone?", she took off her shoes and wrapped her arms around her knees, before adding, "since I bother you so much."

He sighed irritably at the comment, glancing at her. "Now why do you have to do that? You know that's not what I meant."

She stayed silent for a moment, still looking out the window. "So who is this friend?"

He didn't answer at first, wanting to resolve the small argument that began since this morning but also not wanting to bother at the moment as well. "He's a colleague of mine and an old classmate."

She leaned forward and turned the music up from the radio but her dad turned it off right after.

"[Name]," he said sternly. "Please."

She forced herself to look at him, groaning under her breath.

"I don't want to argue with you. I just want to adjust here after what happened...", he sighed. "I know you need it too."

[Name]'s eyes softened when she noticed his expression. She didn't know exactly why she woke up on the wrong side of the bed that day. Maybe it was because of the new environment or maybe the sudden lack of direction.

"Yeah, I guess so..."

They didn't say much on the rest of the ride, only asking why Richie and her uncles didn't come with them, which was answered by a rather half-assed excuse from Richie that he'd hang out with his friends.

She noticed that whoever's house they were going to was just out of Derry, being more noticeable by the sudden switch to a dirt road. She looked confused behind her, seeing the town fade a little in the distance. Trees passed them as they drove towards a rather large house. What was more noticeable was the farm house and the variety of animals roaming around. She didn't question it however, and got out the car just as they came to a stop.

She held a plastic container with some homade brownies for a simple yet enjoyable gift. They couldn't go there empty handed, so last night instead of doing nothing she thought it'd be a great idea to make a good first impression.

She took her time looking around the place, seeing the chickens and cows eating the grass. As she looked over at the house she felt an unnerving aura from it, and she hoped she was just being stupidly paranoid. It wasn't at all inviting in a way she couldn't describe. She ran after her dad when she noticed she was left behind.

She hid slightly behind him as he knocked the door. It was opened after a few moments by a middle-aged man.

"[Father name]," he said enthusiastically, greeting the both inside as he moved to the side. "Come on in."

The house was rather... glum and dark, looking completely different from the white appearance it had from outside, but it still had that stange vibe. The wall's cracks somehow revealed a hidden story behind it, as well at the holes that weren't as apparent behind the ripped wallpaper. She didn't want to judge in any way, but by the looks of the way someone "tidied" the place made it seem that no woman lived there, or set foot in that building to be exact.

"Sir, we've bring you some brownies. I hope you like them," [Name] said.

It was as if he hadn't noticed her at first by the surprised look on his face. "That's kind of you. You must be [Name], right?"

She nodded. "That's me."

"This is my daughter I told you about," her dad said proudly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "[Name], this is Butch. We were inseparable during our school years."

Butch laughed. "I have to tell you stories during that time. That reminds me, I think I remember you," he told her.

"You do?"

"Yeah, when you were about this tall," he said laughing, depicting a much shorter [Name] with his palm. "I can't believe you've grown so much. You're like a flower that has just bloomed. So beautifully too."

The smile he had when he said that ran a chill down her spine and she chuckled nervously. "Thank you."

His smile faded suddenly. "[Father name]. The thing is that I don't believe today is a good day for barbecue."

The said man rose a brow. "Oh? Why's that?"

He groaned in annoyance as he recalled something. "My stupid son forgot we have guests today and didn't prepare the meat. I should've known. He never does anything right."

"It's alright, I don't mind. We could just go out and eat somewhere in town. I'm sure your son must have been busy."

"Thanks for being understanding," he turned his attention back at [Name]. "Could you go call my son from upstairs? I don't know what's taking him so damn long."

"Sure. Um, where do I put this?", she asked and motioned at the brownies still in her hands.

"I'll take that," he did just as he said, "now go and tell him if he doesn't get down right now I'll have to drag him myself."

She didn't question it and made her way to the second floor. She felt kind of bad for the guy, but she didn't want to jump into any conclusions. As she passed the living room – which was full of empty beer bottles that weren't hidden well – she held back the need to gag at the terrible smell of nicotine.

Upstairs, she passed the bathroom and stopped at what she assumed was the guy's bedroom. She knocked the door, "hey, your dad said to come downstairs."

No answer. A few seconds passed and she knocked again.

"We're going out to eat. I don't know where but I hope somewhere good," she added jokingly. Still no answer. She hesitantly turned the handle, opening it and stepping inside. "Are you sleeping or something?"

It didn't take her long to realize the room was empty. Well, except the countless thrown clothes on the floor. The bed was unmade, but no one was laying on it. She rubbed the back of her head, confused.

She peeked her head out the door and yelled out: "He's not here!"

"What? Where the hell is that–", Butch's yell came from downstairs, continuing with a murmur while [Name] took a look around.

She approached the room, which had posters of Metallica, Megadeath and other metal bands she didn't know of, and some of women wearing inappropriate clothes in various poses, making anyone question the limit of the flexibility of the common person. There were some pictures on the selves, and upon inspection, as she grabbed one, was a group of young boys – four to be exact, having toothy grins on their faces. All except one, who instead showed the smallest smile, but not in a shy way as one might believe. She was about to look at another picture but another sound make her stop.

A loud snarky voice came from downstairs after the snap of someone shoving the door open, though not a yell but still loud. Quickly and loudly the person walked upstairs, which made [Name] almost jump by the speed when he barreled towards the room, only stopping when she was seen standing in the center. They were clearly hot happy with their visitors.

The boy's surprised expression lasted for a split second when his brows furrowed deeply, and he grabbed the picture frame from her.

"What the hell are you doing here?", he snapped.

Her legs froze on the wooden floor. She knew all well those blue eyes and stupid ashy hair. That goddamn ugly mullet.

It was Henry.

Henry-motherfucking-Bowers.

He was covered in sweat and a brown gooey substance that she hoped in God was only mud. He wore overalls this time that were tucked inside his muddy boots. Underneath he wore a tight black shirt. His sleeves were tucked above his elbows once again, but something told [Name] that this time it wasn't because of his usual fashion choice.

She crossed her arms, in a way not to show her also shocked reaction on how things turned up, "turns out my dad knows yours."

"Great, fucking great," his nostrils flared. "Another new piece of shit in this town."

She scoffed. That was uncalled for. "Oh, poor you. Like I wanted this. I would prefer to stay home rather than spend the day with you."

His anger increased, but instead he held a snakry grin. "Oh? So you already know of me?"

"Word travels fast it seems, Bowers."

She couldn't lie that she didn't keep asking her cousin and Jamie and Evelyn – and slightly Aiden, but he didn't reveal much – about him and the rest of the gang. She found out pretty quick about their acts around town and that her bleach blonde classmate wasn't how he seemed when they first met. During school he didn't dare get in trouble, but later in the afternoon he was a completely different person. The larger guy from the rest was considered the most chill of the group, despite the incident that happened the day before in the cafeteria. She was told that the other two were the most feared, Bowers and Hockstetter, even though she didn't know much about the dark heared member.

Henry's grin widened at the use of his name. He was about to say something when another shout came from downstairs.

"Don't take your sweet fucking time, Henry! We have to go!"

He flinched just meekly that it would take someone to pay close attention to notice it. He grabbed her wrist and forcefully shoved her out of his room, obviously not too happy with her in his property.

"Ow! Hey!", she yelled.

He didn't care about her almost tripping and slammed the door at her face.

   In the end it was agreed they'd drive in one car instead of two, which happened to be the one [Name]'s dad was driving, resulting in a rather awkward ride between the duo of teens in the back seat. The fathers didn't seem to notice the hostility around them, chatting and laughing loudly.

She couldn't help but glance at the angsty blonde on her right every now and then, who was glued to the door, looking out the window with crossed arms. He had changed into a pair of jeans and he wore the same denim jacket. He still had that angry look on his face, as if it was set on default while his mullet was way messier than yesterday.

She was humming alongside the lyrics of Fleetwood Mac from the radio when she heard someone call her name.

"Don't be rude. Butch is talking to you," her dad said.

"Oh, sorry... Could you repeat that?", she swore she caught a glimpse of Henry rolling his eyes.

"I was just telling you about the day I met this piece of treasure here," he let out a laugh and patted her dad on the shoulder, who also laughed in response. "One time I was driving home, you know on the dirt road after Witcham Street. Yeah well, I was driving home – I was about twenty-four or five at that time – and I saw a fallen motorcycle – it was a BSA Gold Star I think. Shame, it was a beauty! Well anyway, there was a unconscious man laying next to in, and, of course, I had to check on 'im. How do you know! – it was none other than [Father name] over here!"

The girl's eyes widened, "What?!"

He laughed, smacking his knee, "I will never forget that day. This peace of shit almost gave me a heart attack,"

the other man cleared his throat, interrupting him.

"Sorry, sorry... so anyway, I rushed to the nearest hospital – and as you know we didn't have a hospital back then in Derry, so I had to drive for twenty minutes. In the end he survived with only a broken leg and he was out after five days. Your father here is made out of steel!"

She leaned from her seat, grabbing both front seats to get a closer look at her dad. "Dad, is that true?"

"Yeah, well...", he chuckled awkwardly, rubbing his nose with his thumb. "That's why you're never getting a motorcycle."

She pouted her cheeks. "Why? That's not fair."

He laughed again, this time in a teasing way. "We'll see. That all depends on your grades, missy."

"You wan' a bike? Not really ladylike," Butch informed. As if reminded of his existence [Name] sat back in her seat, her knee accidentally brushing the guy's next to her.

"I'm sure she would be fine, Butch."

The man shrugged, forgetting the subject. "Anyway, good times, good times... Nothing can rewind time unfortunately," he sighed loudly. "Enough about that, I'm sure you remember living in Derry, right? This town is anything but unmemorable."

"Uhm, hmm," she placed her forefinger on her bottom lip. "I guess a little. Maybe middle school... and me playing in the backyard..." A core memory suddenly popped into her mind. Of her mom. But she didn't want to think about her at the moment. "I also remember riding my bike, that was fun."

"That's it? I swear you used to hang with Henry over here," he revealed, looking at his son with a neutral look she couldn't describe. "Don't you remember, son?"

There was a pause of silence that lasted longer than expected. Too long, that she couldn't make out what he was thinking. Now that she thought about it more, she recalled vague memories playing in a large yard. No... it was a farm. She also remembered the animals. She chased after them too. The thing she didn't remember, though, was playing with Henry. She would surely remember a cruel bratty little devil bothering or bullying her. The other thing she remembered was a woman living there with her child that had long blonde hair and a big toothy smile, while the dad was usually absent.

"No," he finally answered, bringing her out of her thoughts.

"Huh," Butch turned his head back forward, "Maybe it was another girl."

The diner was pretty small, but also chill and welcome, not at all fancy. Perfect for hangout between dads, but not so suited for two kids that didn't get on a good start. It wasn't because of the way he bumped onto [Name], but because of what she heard. She wasn't the type of person to believe in rumors, but there must have been a reason everyone fucking hated their guts. They even bullied her cousin. That's a good and reasonable reason. Also his attitude was really getting on her nerves. He could at least act nice, especially in front of his dad.

He was behaving like a bratty kid, seating in the same way he sat in the car: crossed arms and leaned back, manspreading. He was opposite from them and next to his dad.

[Name] leaned her head on her palm, playing with her food, or in better words, her leftover crumbles. The two fathers kept talking and talking, making her zone out on most of it. They kept saying old stories and whatever new stuff happened in Derry.

She glanced over at Henry, who didn't touch his fries one bit. He was glaring at her, which she couldn't take seriously and found honestly pretty funny. She rose a brow, in a way asking him, *what are you looking at?*

This made his breathing quickler, as if trying to calm himself down. Before she did anything to make him any more mad, his dad spoke.

"Eat your food. I didn't pay this for nothing," he said, his tone completely shifted from the one previously.

Henry froze again, not daring to look at him. Instead looking down. After what felt like hours, he said, "I'm going out."

He got up and left quickly, while also not making any eyecontact with anyone. Butch's head followed after him, until he had completely gone out of the diner. The sound of the bell above, then the shut of the door followed. Butch's eyes made chills run down [Name]'s spine.

Butch parted his lips in order to grumble another snarky remark, but [Name] got up suddenly.

"Uh, I, um, gotta go out too," she stumpered out before thinking. "Gotta hang out with some friends from school."

"You made friends already? Who?", her dad asked.

"Uh, Aiden." She said, whoever came to her mind at the moment. "Yeah, sorry. I totally forgot about that."

He sighed, "Okay, fine. You can go."

"Okay, talk to you later," she said and was about to leave, before turning back around. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Butch."

Just as she departed the diner her dad thought out loud, "wait, I thought I told you to cancel any- Ah, what the heck."

She didn't realize it before but it was literally freezing outside. October came like bitch. It was obvious it'd snow any minute now.

She immediately looked around, looking for Henry, which she did, since he kicked a dumpster over, sending all the trash flying. That made her regret her decision instantly.

She stayed outside of the diner, hugging herself and shivering, staring at his back, not knowing what to do.

Then he started leaving.

Fuck.

She quickly followed after, her fast but short legs trying to catch up after him.

What the hell was she doing?

Whatever she thought before clearly didn't really matter to her anymore, but she had to find somewhere warm to go. It'd be super embarrassing to go back at the diner. The two men would probably think she was a loser and got stood up or something.

But what was happening right now would probably also be considered embarrassing, if not more.

Maybe she should just follow him secretly and learn more about his secret wicked ways? Find some sort of secret to blackmail him into not bullying Richie anymore.

Or just go home. Which was kinda far, so she'd probably freeze until then.

Her breathing became heavier from both the cold and her lazy body suddenly having to walk so quickly. Just then Henry stopped. She also stopped. She quickly realized he was at a bus stop and he took out a cigarette, lightning it up and inhaling it. He shifted on one leg and placed a hand inside his denim jacket, shivering ever so lightly. He wasn't dressed properly for the weather, yet he refused to feel any cold. He looked to the right as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.

It took her a minute to realize he had noticed her.

Shit.

"The fuck you lookin' at?"

She didn't know what else to do but to walk up to him, awkwardly sitting down at the wooden seat.

"Oh, hi," she tried to act casual, but obviously failing. "Cold weather we're having, huh."

"Are you fucked, Trashmouth no. 2?"

"Jeez, why are you always so fucking angry?"

"None of your fucking business, Missy," he snapped, using the nickname her father gave her, but sounding it way differently. "Why the hell did you follow me, you weirdo. Are you that pathetic you follow random people around just so they would talk to you?"

"No... I was just bored," she shrugged, her leg bouncing nervously. "Are you that egotistical, Bowers?"

And she used his name again.

If it were another day he'd definitely mess with her in a more fucked up way, she wouldn't dare approach him ever again, but now he wasn't really feeling it.

"Then why not just ask your old man to give you a ride home? Would make this shit all easier for me"

"Huh? Why?"

He threw his cigarette at the concrete, stepping on it with his heel.

"'Cuz I'm bored out my fuckin' mind, that's why. I wanna go back at the farm."

"Why not ask your dad for a ride then?", she placed her hands inside her pockets as a wind went past them.

He shot her a glare, yet said nothing. After a few minutes she thought to say something. Unfortunately, whatever she chose upon was too late as a bus had stopped.

Henry got on in without saying a word. Moments later she sat the alone, shivering, confused and with regret. She shouldn't have left the stupid diner.

She walked back home. Fortunately, she had brought her keys with her.

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Bittersweet

— pairings: various ninjago x female/runaway/slightly depressed reader

Summary: you run away from your abusive and controlling parents, only to almost be killed in the middle of nowhere. mysteriously miraculously you manage to avoid them alive, and stumble upon two amazing siblings Additional warnings: very small depictions of sa, depictions of blood. Words: 4k

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Chapter 1: Saved

[Name] ran. Trails of tears down her cheeks as her steps became more and more weak, heavy breathing escaping her gritted teeth. As she looked behind her, the ground disappeared for a moment as she lost her balance, falling sharply on the dirt below her. 

The steps behind her became closer and closer. Her eyes widened as her veins filled with terror. They were behind her. She could see their frame from the shadow in front of her. Hearing mischievous laughs, she turned her head around -- something she immediately regretted. 

A group of men were looking at her up and down, not taking their eyes off her. At first, [Name] tried to ignore it, as she was simply walking around Ninjago city. There wasn't any possibility people would follow her there, right? How naive she was. And now she had to pay for her stupidity. After [Name] made her way outside of the city, in the middle of nowhere, she felt her heart sink when she realized they were in fact following her. 

Without no other option, she ran. There wasn't any certainty she would even reach a place to hide. She was in the middle of nowhere, after all. To her luck, [Name] noticed a village ahead. But before she could even reach it, she tripped. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

The men only rambled to each other, deciding who would go first and laughing without paying any mind to [Name]'s terror. Instead they kicked her on the stomach. Hard. She choked out in pain, the oxygen leaving her lungs, not even giving her the second to resist. Hauling at her, each grabbed a limb. 

[Name] writhed and struggled, failing under their grasp, trying to bite any hands to somehow let herself free. Their grasp only tightened, and she let out a cry. As one guy hovered over her he grabbed her face, bringing it close. 

"Just stay still, bitch. Unless you want this to end up much much worse." 

Tears filling her round eyes, her body went into fight-or-flight mode. Her right leg slipped out of the guy's hold, kicking the man in front of her in the face. Grunting he stumbled backwards. He wiped his hand on his nose, revealing a train of blood on his fingers. Gritting his teeth he gave [Name] a fiery glare. 

"I see you want to do this the hard way." 

He grabbed a pocket knife out of his pocket, and as [Name] was about to kick him again, he managed to land a cut on her. She let out a cry, shutting her eyes. The man grabbed her by the hair, bringing the pocket knife close to her neck. 

"That's what you get for fucking kicking me in the face," he hissed. 

[Name] took this opportunity and headbutted him in the forehead. Bad idea. She now had a massive headache and felt her mind becoming hazy. 

"Augh- Fucking bitch!" The man had enough, and slit the knife to [Name]'s hip. She screamed, as the pain ran throughout her whole body. 

She layed on the ground, her lazy eyes gazing at the full moon. Oh, how pretty it looked. The pain seemed to vanish and she only felt a warm sensation. She didn't care about anything anymore. She gave one last glance at the familiar moon, before her eyelids gave in. 

 

  ��When she woke up she was greeted with a wave of shock. She hadn't died, yet. [Name] pushed herself up the ground, and looked around. Her eyes shot open as she observed the men laying in a pool of blood. Their own blood. [Name] took a shaky step back, her mind spinning with confusion. They can't be dead, right? A moment ago they were... 

Suddenly remembering her wound she gently pressed her hand on her hip. As her fingers touched the open cut she hissed in pain. She lifted her shirt up, taking a look. The wound looked open and pretty deep, but for some reason the bleeding had stopped. Her mind hurt as she was becoming confused more and more by the second. 

The moon still reflected a light and the stars were shining brighter than before. With slow steps, [Name] continued the way to the village she saw before. She could see it from the distance, but it wasn't as far as it seemed. 

Taking a look back, she eyes the motionless men on the dirt, as she feared they might suddenly get up and chase after her again. She had the urge to break out, to cry and yell. But instead she felt numb and just... tired. 

Finally she reached a shop. It was closed, since it was midnight, but she could still make out the sign saying: "Four Weapons Blacksmith shop". She ignored her mind telling her to just ran back home. She couldn't. Especially in this state. She was unsure if the people would even help her. She was an utter mess. Her hair was messy, her clothes slightly torn apart, and her eyes were swollen and red. Not only that, but she was covered with brushes, and a wound visible through her shirt. 

She knocked the wooded door with a weak arm. There was silence and she could feel her anxiety increasing. She knocked again. 

"Who the hell knocks at this hour...", a male voice grumbled while opening the door. [Name] couldn't identify the figure in front of her, but she could make out their irritation through their voice. "We're clos-", their eyes widened in shock at the sight infront of them, and [Name] lost consciousness as she fell on the young boy's arms. Seems like she lost a lot of blood. 

"Hey! Are you okay?!" 

Words of concern could be heard from the distance, but only seemed to fade more and more away. 

   [Name] woke up she was greeted with daylight hitting her eyes from the window. She had a dry throat, due the constant screaming and crying. Her hair was way messier than before and she was sweaty. Did she have a nightmare? She couldn't remember. Mumbling at the noisy sun making her squint her eyes, [Name] pulled off the covers. Instead of standing on her legs, she lost balance, immediately falling on the wooded floor with a "thumb" echoing through the house. 

"Ugh, fuck, that hurt..." she grumbled.

Just then quick steps could be heard and someone opened the door. "Are you okay?", a young girl (almost the same age as her) helped [Name] up and sat her on the matress. She had tanned skin and black short hair with bangs a bit above her dark brown eyes. 

"You shouldn't walk yet. You've lot too much blood. I suggest you rest until you fully recover." 

"Was my wound that bad?"

"Well... it doesn't seem like you're bleeding now so, I'm sure after a few days you'll be fine!" The girl thought for a moment. "Oh! I was just about to serve you some food. Y'know, to regain your strength easier!" 

"You don't have to. I'm sorry for troubling you! Letting me stay for the night is enough", [Name] said but she ignored her. 

"Don't be ridiculous! You're not troubling us at all. Just wait a moment", she made her way out the door and to the kitchen and in no time came back with a bowl of soup. 

As [Name] wrapped her palms around the warm bowl, the scent made its way inside her nostrils as steam hit her face. She gave the girl a look of hesitation. Could she really eat that? 

"Go right ahead! Despite not being as good as a chef, I consider my cooking pretty average." 

[Name] grabbed the spoon and took a sip. The warm liquid clearing her dry throat. She felt like she hadn't eated in days. She hummed, licking her lips, placing a smile on her face. 

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nya!", she smiled. 

[Name] swallowed her food before telling Nya her name, before continuing to finish the soup. She didn't want to seem rude, but oh man she was so hungry. 

"So... I don't really want to pry but, what happened? Were you attacked?" 

[Name] stopped herself from eating, eyeing Nya hesitantly. Just then, the door opened again. This time revealing a boy, looking a bit older than Nya. He had brown spiky hair, his eyes resembling Nya's. His brown apron covered his white shirt and red colored pants. "She's awake?" 

"Yeah, woke up just a moment ago."

[Name] didn't know what to say and rubbed her hands together. Instead, Nya covered for her, revealing her name instead. 

"Oh nice to meet you [Name]! I'm Kai," he grinned but immediately changing his expression. "I was pretty confused when I saw you looking that beated up! At first I wondered why would anyone knock someone door in midnight." 

"Kai, shut up," Nya groaned at his mumbling. "I was just asking about what happened to her. [Name], please continue."

"I...", [Name] felt her heart beating faster as her mind relapsed the occurrence from the night before. "I was attacked by some men", she swallowed, her eye looking anywhere but their gazes. "At first I didn't think much of it, but then realized they where following me... Then, they..." she trailed off, looking down. 

Nya's and Kai's eyebrows lowered.

"They... grabbed me limb by limb and then...", she felt tears filling her eyes and her lip trembling. 

"You don't have to say anything else", Nya reassured her, placing an arm on [Name]'s shoulder. 

[Name] took a few breaths to calm herself down. "One of then stabbed me and I thought I died, but when I woke up I saw them... motionless." 

"As in... dead?", Kai asked. 

"I don't know...", her arms clenched the sheets, her voice becoming now shaky. "B-but, I swear I didn't do anything! I was unconscious one moment, the next I saw them.. just laying there..." 

Kai and Nya went in silence for a moment as they gave each other a look. "Maybe someone saved you?", Kai suggested. 

"But why would they leave her there then?" Nya unsurely said. 

"I don't know? Maybe he was a hero or something? Isn't that what heros do?" 

"Don't be ridiculous, Kai. Heros don't exist." 

"You don't know that!", Kai protested. 

[Name] eyed them with fear. Will they believe she killed them and is running away from the police? Are they going to turn her in? Or just kick her out, letting her to die on the road?

"Please believe me!" 

Their eyes looked at [Name]'s round ones. Nya then gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. We believe you."

"Yeah, you can also stay here as long as you like!" 

Nya rolled her eyes. "I knew you would say that."

"What?!" he snapped. 

"Nothing, nothing!" she waved an arm towards him. "Don't resist asking us for help or anything, okay? We wouldn't go anywhere either, so." 

[Name] nodded in response. Nya looked at the empty bowl, still in her arms and let out a chuckle. "I think I'll be taking this." She took the plate and told Kai to check [Name]'s cut as she made her way back to the kitchen. As Kai took the covers off, [Name] noticed that her bloody clothers were replaced with a new pair of clean ones. Underneath, bandages were wrapped around her hip. 

Kai looked at her wound, before his concerning eyes met hers. "Do you mind if I...?" 

"Do what you must", she nervously replied. This wasn't the time to become flustered. He was just inspecting her cut to treat it. Nothing else. 

He nodded at her and slightly lifted up her shirt. [Name] did her best to ignore her red face as his face came closer to her, inspecting her wound. The white bandages were now turned to a dark shade of red. Kai carefully cut them and threw them in a nearby trash bin. [Name] hissed in pain as he cleaned the deep cut, and he quickly apologized before wrapping new bandages around her hip. 

"There, better. Sorry if it was too painful."

"No, it's completely fine! You're just looking after me", [Name] reassured him.

"Alright!", Kai beamed. "Do you need anything? Perhaps another pillow? Or some tea?" 

[Name] waved her arms towards him. "No no! I'm completely fine. Really... thank you. You've already done so much for me." 

"It's nothing," he said with a smirk before he paused for a moment. "But, really, when you fell into my arms I was so shocked, I didn't know what to to." 

"I'm sorry", [Name] lowered her head. 

"I'm glad you manged to get a away safe." Kai placed an arm on her shoulder. "You can stay here as long as you like. I'll leave you rest." 

[Name] nodded with a shy smile. 

Kai then made his way to the door, making sure to give [Name] a sheepish smile before leaving.

   Time passed relatively quick, with [Name] now being able to walk, only feeling pain from now and then. She insisted on helping them with chores but they never let her overdo herself. She got to know them better too. They told her stories about their childhood and how their parents left them when they were young. Because of that they had to look after each other. She couldn't imagine how'd that feel. Especially with her experience with her parents. At least they had each other. They also shared how their neighbors had to take care of them for a while, and many stories of the torture Mrs Brownmiller had to endure. She kind of envied their relationship, since she never had, since she was an only child. 

One faithful evening, Kai and Nya were working at the shop, while [Name] was dusting every single corner she could find, and also organizing any necessary equipment. There weren't many customers coming at this hour, so Kai was mending new armour and weapons. 

"To forge the perfect weapon, you first need the right metal and plenty of heat. Cool it off... and Presto!" Kai dumped the sword into the water before lifting it up. "Aww..." He trailed off in disappointment as his sword got tangled up. 

"You made it too quickly, Kai. Be patient. If father was still here, he'd say..." Nya said. 

"I know... no matter how much fire you have, experience isn't something you learn overnight. That may work for you, Nya, but I'm gonna be a better blacksmith than dad ever was." Kai interrupted Nya. 

[Name] chuckled while swiping the flour. "Practice makes perfect! At least it's better than yesterday", she joked and Kai eyed her an annoyed look. 

An old man entered the shop. He stopped his steps, taking a look around before humming. "Your metal is loud and heavy. Useful to slow one down. Useless in the art of stealth. All tool for a samurai, but nothing for a ninja?" 

All three shared the same look of surprise. A ninja? 

Kai approached the old man with furrowed brows. "Ninja? Huh, you're a long way from finding a ninja in these parts, old man. And the shop is called "Four Weapons," not "For Browsing". Either buy something or go pedal your insults somewhere else." 

The man hummed again, this time letting out a laugh. "Hmm...too bad. Thought I'd find something special here", he turned around and left, with the help of his bamboo stick. 

[Name] shared a look of anticipation with Nya before continuing her sweeping. Nya motioned Kai to show the man around and he sighed in irritation. Gosh he hated costumers like these. 

"If it's something special you're looking for, Let me sh-" he cut himself off, his eyes searching for the old man. To his surprise the peculiar stanger was no where to be seen. 

"What is it?", Nya asked. 

"...He was just... Forget it." 

[Name] let out a sigh, before looking at the clock. "I think we should take a break, no? I'm honestly pretty hungry." 

Nya smiled, opening her mouth before Kai interrupted her again. "Hey, what's that?", he asked, motioning at the hill ahead. 

The two girls' glazes followed where Kai's finger is pointing, seeing a group of skeletons riding... a motorcycle? 

"What are they?", Nya asked. 

[Name] squinted her eyes, trying to make out the scene in the distance. "They look like... skeletons?", her voice sounding uncertain. 

Kai already wearing a chest plate, put on a helmet. "I don't know. You both stay back." he stated before grabbing a sword. He started fighting the skeletons when one of them suddenly bit his leg. "Ow! Bite this!" he kicked the skeleton's head away. 

Nya quickly grabbed a bamboo stick and placed a hand on [Name]'s shoulder. "You're still badly hurt, so stay back. We'll protect you!" 

[Name] nodded her head almost instantly went back inside the house. She decided to just take a look from the window, holding the broomstick close for comfort.

As two skeletons got distracted, Nya sneaked up from behind them and knocked them down. Kai snapped his head at her. "I told you to stay back!" 

"And what? Let you have all the fun?" 

They both continued fighting the skulin, dismembering them and easily knocking them down. They didn't notice, though, two skeletons sneaking inside the shop. [Name] instantly froze in place. As they looked around, it's not surprising their eyes found her terrified expression. They both shared a look before one of them grabbed her. She shrieked, randomly swinging the broomstick but also managing to lay some hits on him. "Let me go!" 

"Ow ow! Stop that!" the skeleton said, still holding on [Name]. "Nuckal, a little help here!" 

The other skeleton rolled his eyes, tying [Name] with a rope. "Kruncha, can't you do anything on your own?" 

"Of course I can! I always do all the work while you just do nothing. You're basically useless!" 

"That's not true! You're useless!", Nuckal snapped and hit the other skeleton. This escalated to the both skulin hitting each other, accidentally knocking the shop's front sign. On the back of the sign was a map to which [Name] couldn't make out. 

The two skulin stopped tussling, letting out a gasp. "The map!" 

They both chuckled and left with the map. Did the literally forget about [Name] even being there? She let out a scream for help. After she realized Nya and Kai hadn't heard her she groaned. She got up and bring her back to a sword. Somehow she took hold of it and with difficulty cut the ropes. Guess she didn't need the help of Kai and Nya then. 

She ran outside, trying to find any way to help her friends. She saw Kai knocked down, about to be finished off by a skuli with four arms. Just then, out of nowhere a flash of tornado appeared attacking the skulin.

The skulin kept his balance, bringing his swords for defense. "Sensei Wu! Your Spinjitzu looks rusty." 

The light disappeared, revealing the old man from before. "Nothing like bone to sharpen its edge, Samukai." 

[Name] quickly went to her friend's side, who was still knocked down. "Kai! Are you hurt?" 

"Yeah, I'm alright..." 

Samukai took notice of they defenseless position, an idea immediately coming to mind. With an evil ckuckle he threw one of his swords on a water tank's support leg. As it's falls apart the water aims towards [Name] and Kai. 

"Oh no!" [Name] tried to drag herself and Kai out of there but was too slow. 

"Ninja Go!" The old man used the same move from before, quickly taking the two teenagers out the way, saving them at the last minute. 

Samukai quickly retreated back to his skull truck. "Lord Garmadon says take the girl in the red!" 

"Lord Garmadon?" the old man breathed out in shock. 

The skulin ckuckled, lancing something from their truck which grabbed Nya. 

"Nya!" the two teenagers shouted as the skulin retreated. 

"They took Nya..." Kai murmered, a tint of sadness in his voice. 

"I told you," the old man hit his head with his bamboo stick. "Useless." 

Kai groaned. "Arrgh! You could've done something! You could've used your… Twistitzu or your-" 

"Spinjitzu!" 

"But you did nothing! I'm going to get my sister back!" he snarled, taking off. "[Name] , are you coming or not?" 

"Is that even a question?" [Name] said, not particularly expecting an answer before following him. 

"Where they go, a mortal cannot. That was Samukai, king of the Underworld. And if it's true that he's carrying orders for Lord Garmadon, then I fear things are much worse than I ever thought." Sensei Wu adviced.

Kai stopped his tracks, spinning around to look at the man, one brow raised. "Lord Garmadon?! Underworld?! What's going on?! What do we have that's so important to them?! And why would they take my sister?!" 

"What's so important? How about everything in Ninjago itself?" Sensei Wu said. "Long before time had a name, Ninjago was created by the First Spinjitzu Master, by using the Four Weapons of Spinjitzu: The Scythe of Quakes, the Nunchucks of Lightning, the Shurikens of Ice, and the Sword of Fire. Weapons so powerful, no one can handle all of their power at once. When he passed away, his two sons swore to protect them, but the oldest was consumed by darkness and wanted to possess them. A battle between brothers broke out, and the oldest was struck down and banished to the Underworld. Peace returned, and the younger brother hid the weapons, but knowing his older brother's relentless ambition for power, he placed a guardian to protect them. And for fear of his own demise, a map for an honest man to hide. That honest man was your father. The older brother is Lord Garmadon. And I need to find those weapons before he does."

"You're the younger brother?", [Name] chimed in, placing two and two together. 

"Then you came here for the map?" Kai asked. 

Sensei Wu shook his head dismissively. "No. I came for something greater: you." he placed his bamboo stick on Kai's shoulder. "Since my brother cannot enter this realm, it's obvious he has struck a deal with Samukai. If he were to collect all four weapons, even I would not be able to stop him again. But you, you have the fire inside. I will train you to harness it. Use it. Become a Spinjitzu Master."

"A Spinjitzu Master?" 

Kai wasn't convinced by the way he looked at the man in disbelief and slight irritation, as he was wasting his time. "Look, I'm flattered you think I'm all that, but I gotta save my sister! I'm not getting involved in your sibling rivalry." he started walking away, grabbing [Name]'s hand. 

They didn't get far when Kai suddenly fell down as Sensei Wu knocked him down. [Name] gasped in shock, as the man laughed. 

"Haha. Clunky mule. You are not even ready to face my pinky toe. If you want to get your sister back, you must control the fire that burns inside. Only when you become a Spinjitzu Master, will you be able to face… Lord Garmadon." 

Kai grunted before giving up. He gave [Name] a look, searching for her own opinion on this. She quickly understood and nodded. "I think he's right. He did save us back there. You should listen to him." 

The boy sighed. "Okay. Then when do we start?" 

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Bittersweet

— pairings: various ninjago x female/runaway/slightly depressed reader

Summary: you run away from your abusive and controlling parents, only to almost be killed in the middle of nowhere. mysteriously miraculously you manage to avoid them alive, and stumble upon two amazing siblings. Additional warnings: none. Words: 2.6k

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Chapter 4: A quick trip to Jamanakai village

[Name] groaned when she saw the time on her phone. She woke up early, again. It was usually rare for her but she kept having nightmares, which kept her sleep short-lived. Maybe she wasn't accustomed to the new environment yet.

A week passed since she, Kai, and Nya moved to the Monastery. She found out from Nya how the Ninja alongside Sensei Wu defeated Lord Garmadon. So now they would all be at peace. Keyword; for now.

Everyone seemed to forget the incident altogether. Lord Garmadon wouldn't come back right? He was defeated after all. [Name] couldn't help but worry. It felt too convenient, but she tried to ignore it. She didn't want to bother the others as well. It was just a bad feeling.

Getting up she smiled as her eyes met an unconscious Nya under the covers, laying in the bed next to hers. She and Nya were sharing a room now, so they had to do some adjustments. She got changed into an outfit she bought when she and Nya went shopping in Jamanakai village one day. Nya insisted on her buying it so she couldn't resist. Making her way to the kitchen she passed the hallway, a door was open and she couldn't help but get a glimpse of sleeping Jay. The others must be asleep as well.

She opened the fridge and took out the box of milk, deciding a bowl of cereal would be a good start of the day. As she opened the counter, she almost jumped at the sudden noise from behind her,

"Are you up as well?"

She spun around, putting a hand on her beating heart to calm herself. When she noticed Sensei Wu looking back at her she let out a sigh of relief.

"...Oh! It's you, Sensei."

He nodded. "Were you expecting anyone else? My apologies if I scared you."

"No, sorry. I just didn't expect anyone to be awake by now."

"I see. I could say the same thing about you."

She nervously played with her hair, "Yeah, I'm not sleeping enough lately to be completely honest with you."

There was no point in lying, she thought. He might as well understand. He was her Sensei so he might help her with anything.

Sensei Wu raised a brow. "How so?"

[Name] sighed again. "I'm still anxious over Lord Garmadon. I can't pinpoint my finger on exactly why..."

Sensei Wu hummed and remained silent in thought. "Do you care to join me in meditating?"

[Name] was visibly surprised. Sensei Wu wanted to meditate with her? She took a moment to gather her thoughts, making sure her ears weren't deceiving her. "Really?"

Wu nodded. He turned around and with the help of his bamboo stick, which he probably didn't need anyway, make his way to a room where he took his time meditating. [Name] quickly caught up to him. As they both made their way inside [Name] closed the door behind her. She analyzed Wu taking a seat, his legs crossed. Just as he was about to close his eyes (Name) spoke.

"Wait, Sensei..."

He looked back at her, seemingly confused and waited for her to continue.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Why, of course, dear."

[Name] sat down across from him. Her eyes were looking everywhere but his, her thumb pressed and making potions on her palm. She swallowed. "The day when I met Kai... I was attacked by some strangers, remember?"

Wu nodded.

"Well... I didn't just manage to get away from them."

Wu watched [Name] with anticipation.

"When that man stabbed me I passed out. But when I woke up they were... unconscious."

"What do you mean by unconscious?" he asked, a tint of worry reflecting his white eyebrows.

"I think they were... dead? I don't know how, or by who, or if they were even killed but... I just found them there," [Name] kept herself from raising her voice. She felt an anxious feeling crawling over her. Was Sensei Wu making second thoughts about letting a strange girl who is probably being hunted by who knows who or what stay over his territory? What if whatever is after her going to come to the Monastery and turn everything upside down?

Wu's eyes grew bigger but he kept his composure. He slowly stroked his long beard. "Has something like this occurred to you before?"

She shook her head. "No! Never. I've never been in a situation like this before."

"I see..." He thought for a moment, but then returned [Name]'s gaze with a smile. "You do not need to worry, dear. You'll be safe here in the Monastery. I'll look into this matter myself, while you can sit back and spend your time on things you like. After you've done with your chores, of course." He laughed at his own joke.

[Name] giggled slightly at his attempt to ease the mood. "Thank you, Sensei."

"Of course. With the ninja, Ninjago will be at ease. Alongside you."

"I was wondering about one thing. Is there any possibility for me to join them? - I mean like become a ninja too. I know I'm not the master of anything like they are but, I can't help but want to become strong too and take care of myself."

Wu was surprised once again. "Really?"

[Name] lowered her head. "It's okay if that's not possible... I'm just wondering, is all."

Wu hummed and smiled. "I'm sure you can train too. It's not like I forbid you from it. Do as you desire, dear."

From ear to ear, [Name] grinned. "Really?!"

Wu smiled again. "Of course."

She shot up from her seat and made her way to the door. But before she could leave Wu called her name,

"I know how anticipated you might be to go and train but I have a favor to ask you."

"Huh? What is it?"

"Could you go to Jamanakai village and shop some stuff for the fridge? I asked Kai to go get them yesterday but it seems like he forgot."

[Name] groaned slightly. "Really?"

Sensei Wu chuckled at her demeanor. "It won't take long. You can train when you return."

"Fin- I mean, of course, Sensei. What do I need to get?"

Wu smiled. "I have written a list, but I gave it to Kai. He probably has it now too."

[Name] opened the door, "He must have it in his room. See you later, Sensei", she said before closing the door behind her, not before bowing quickly at her Sensei. Wu smiled and closed his eyes, going back to meditating. Seems like he would meditate with [Name] another time.

[Name] took quiet steps, not to alert anyone, as she made her way to Kai's shelf next to his bed. She giggled at all the ninja sleeping, not so peacefully. Well, except of course Zane. It took her a while to find the list, under all Kai's fan mail. She rolled her eyes. Not one week passed and he already had fan mails. Whatever. Not like she cared anyway.

She then walked out of the Monastery and made her way down the mountain. It would be a pain to walk back on top later, since she didn't have a dragon like the others. She mumbled under her breath in frustration. Why couldn't she have a dragon? Or have an element like they did? It's not fair. She wasn't jealous. Not at all.

When she finally arrived at Jamanakai village she realized she forgot her phone. Searching her pockets she cursed under her breath. She could be so forgetful sometimes, but whatever. Not like she could do anything about that now. She just needed to get the groceries and get back home.

The bell on top of the door rang, as she opened it, signaling her arrival.

A woman from behind the counter raised her head, her attention sifting from whatever she was doing a moment ago. With a smile, she greeted her first customer of the day. "Good morning! What can I help you with?"

"Good morning. I just have to get some groceries really quick."

"Okay! Just ask me if you need any help, honey."

[Name] smiled at her kind and upbeat attitude. Who knew villagers were that kind? Not unlike people from Ninjago city.

She looked at her list; fruits, cheese, bread, vegetables, etc, etc. Basic necessities, really. She quickly got what she needed and bring them to the counter to pay. The cashier put them inside a bag and told her the cost. After [Name] paid she and the cashier exchanged their gratitude.

Opening the door she was surprised to see all the villagers running around, panicked. She was at a loss for words, entirely confused, and was also beginning to panic. As a farmer ran towards her he grabbed her and pulled her inside the grocery store. She let out a yell of surprise and annoyance.

Just as he closed the door he peeked from the glass window, inspecting the commotion from outside.

"Hey, what's going on?", [Name] asked the man. He ignored her, his eyes glued on the window.

"Mr. Brown?", the cashier asked.

He ignored her as well, mumbling something under his breath. [Name] and the cashier shared a look of confusion and concern. [Name] tapped the man on the shoulder. "Mister? Are you alright?"

As the man was shaken out of his thoughts he spun around. He was covered in sweat and was shaking like leaf. "I-it's Lord G-Garmadon! He has returned!" he spat out, pulling his hair.

"What?!", both [Name] and the cashier stumpered.

"That can't be possible..." the woman from behind the counter bit her nails.

Everything around [Name] was a blur. The voices and screams echoed from a distance. Breathing was becoming harder and harder. The feeling that was bothering her wasn't just a feeling, it seemed. Wu's words sounded like lies to her at the moment. How could they protect her now? Had they even heard the news? She searched for her phone. Shit. That's right, she forgot it back home. What would happen now? What would she do? What could she do? She felt useless. If only she had an elemental power. If only she was stronger. If only she was destined to become one of them. Her legs were shaking and she struggled to keep her balance.

A hand was placed on her shoulder and she was able to hear again.

"-re you okay?"

She turned her head and noticed the cashier from before. Her gaze was filled with concern.

"Huh?", she managed to say.

"Are you alright? You seemed like you were having a panic attack."

"Of course I'm not alright! Lord Garmadon is back!"

"No, dear. Didn't you hear? It was a false alarm."

[Name] tried to catch her breath, trying to make sense of the woman's words. A false alarm?

"Hold on. I'll bring you some water, honey. Just wait here."

[Name] swallowed, become more at ease. How could that be a false alarm? People shouldn't lie about that! It wasn't a joking matter! Either that was a stupid mistake or a dumb joke from someone. When the cashier returned she gave [Name] a bottle of water.

"You don't have to pay me for that. It's on the house."

[Name] almost drank half the bottle. She let out an exhale to catch her breath. "Thank you so much, Mrs..."

"Charlotte", she smiled. "It's nothing, really. Do you need anything? I don't mind if you would like to rest here for a bit."

[Name] shook her head. "Not it's fine. Thank you for your help, Mrs. Charlotte. I'll be going now."

She and Charlotte exchanged farewells as she made her way outside the shop. A group of people were gathered around a circle and [Name] decided to go inspect it. Mr. Brown was there as well. As she got closer she noticed a young boy being hung on a house by his sweater's hood, his blonde hair slightly peeking out. He was fighting the air, probably trying to get down. He was shouting something at the people under him. As [Name] tip-toed from behind the crowd she noticed the ninja mocking the boy. Seems like they did hear the news. Were they the cause of why the boy was up there? What was the false alarm anyway?

She pushed through the crowd and managed to get to the ninja. "What's going on?"

The ninja's attention turned to her, making them light up. "Oh, here you are! We were wondering where you've been", Kai said.

[Name] hadn't completely calmed down, to which Zane noticed. "Are you alright, [Name] ?"

"Y-yeah. What are you all doing?", she asked and looked back at the poor boy hung up on the house's roof.

"Oh him?", Jay laughed. "This brat is the son of Garmadon and he thinks he can just come here and steal candy."

"Lord Garmadon has a son?"

"Yep, and we have to give him a lesson not to mess with us! He needs to know there are consequences for his actions", Kai crossed his arms.

"But he's just a kid?", [Name] elaborated.

"Relax, [Name]," Cole rested his arm on her shoulder. "We're not taking this to the extreme. We're just teaching him a simple lesson. That is all."

"Alright..."

A sudden yell caught all their attention. "You just made me your nemesis! Just mark my words, you'll pay for this!", the young boy grunted, still trying to let himself free.

The citizens, unfazed by his demeanor, simply laughed, as Zane bought candy and passed them to the ninja. [Name] hesitantly took hers, since she couldn't help but feel bad for the small guy.

Cole took a bite of his candy, "Next time, try paying for your candy."

Kai joined after Cole, "Crime doesn't pay, muchacho. You can take that to the bank."

Jay took a bite of his, taking a moment to savor the sweetness from it, "Mmm... cotton candy", he taunted.

[Name] felt awful for sitting there motionless just observing the humiliation of the poor child.

The crowd kept on laughing and the Ninja decided it was enough, as they made their way back to their dragons. When they noticed [Name]'s absence they turned around. "[Name], are you coming?", Cole asked.

"Y-yeah, just a minute! I forgot I have to get something."

"Okay!", they said before leaving.

Soon enough the citizens returned back to their jobs. When she made sure no one was around, [Name] placed down the bag of groceries. She got on a bench and took hold of the small boy from his armpits. With a bit of struggle, she managed to help him get down. "There!"

He was taken aback and jumped a few steps behind. He cautiously observed her with his big green eyes. [Name] rubbed the back of her head awkwardly, but then an idea came to mind. She took the candy from her pocket and removed the wrapper. She bend her knees to reach his height level, stretching out her arm, she hold the candy, not wanting to get too close for comfort. He hesitantly reached over and took the candy. He observed her once again, but now opened his mouth to speak,

"Why did you help me?"

[Name] got up and took the bag of groceries. "Because I know what it's like."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

[Name] smiled and shuffled his hair. When he realized his hood was down he immediately raised it. She giggled and started walking away. He remained staring back at her, confused.

They were the same?

He frowned and ran off, thinking to himself, what a weird girl.

#ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #cole x reader #kai x reader #jay x reader #nya x reader #lloyd x reader #zane x reader #:ssnowville #:snowville #[🌸]

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Bittersweet

— pairings: various ninjago x female/runaway/slightly depressed reader

Summary: you run away from your abusive and controlling parents, only to almost be killed in the middle of nowhere. mysteriously miraculously you manage to avoid them alive, and stumble upon two amazing siblings. Additional warnings: none. Words: 3k

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Chapter 2: The way of the ninja

Kai was training under Sensei Wu for what seemingly was a week. He had to climb the mountain every morning to reach the Monastery, where Wu lived, and had to complete a course. He failed each day, coming back home frustrated, but determined to not give up. He couldn't. He had to save his sister. He had to save Nya. 

One day though, he was more upset than usual. He came back home more silent and worn out. As he sat at the table, he hadn't touched [Name]'s food not once. He only stared at it, playing with it with his fork. [Name] quickly noticed his different attitude. Pursing her lips she managed the courage to ask him about it. 

"Kai?"

No answer. 

"Kai", she called out. A bit louder this time. 

  . . . 

"Kai!"

"What?!", he snapped back at her. 

She flinched, staring at him with widened eyes. She placed her arm close to her beating heart trying to manage her quick breaths. Why was she overreacting? It's not like he hit her or something... 

"Oh, [Name], it's you. I'm so sorry-", Kai said casually but stopped when he noticed her frightened reaction. His eyes frowned in concern. "Are you alright? I'm so sorry! I don't know what got over me", he got up and slowly approached her as he raised his arm to reassure her. 

"N-no, it's okay", she coughed, swallowing the urge to tear up. "Sorry for overeating..." she laughed awkwardly. 

"No, don't apologize. It's my fault. I shouldn't have shouted at you like that, especially with what happened to you that day", he explained. "I-I'm just so worried about Nya... I could've done something, but I-". He rested his body's weight on the table as he slightly slouched his back. He covered his face.

"Kai...", [Name] got up, resting her hand on his back and making circular movements to comfort him. "It wasn't your fault. Neither of us could see that coming. We did everything we could..."

He only lowered his hand down slightly to take a look at her face, revealing his teary eyes. [Name]'s heart shattered at the sight in front of her. She instantly bring him into an awkward hug. If only she could do more...

A pair of arms were wrapped around her before Kai tightened his grip. His head rested on top of her left shoulder as his body started shaking. He took deep breaths, and not long after he broke down crying. They both stayed like that, him bringing [Name] close as she rubbed his back. After a while, he started to calm down. 

As he let go he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, his brown eyes shining from the tears. He didn't even remember the last time he cried. Probably the day he woke up the day his parents disappeared without a trace. He begged for them to return, for his mother's comforting words and his father's reassuring embraces. But no matter what, his cries never reached them. Instead, he got help from the villagers until her was able to take care of himself and Nya. The only family he had left. She made him forget that day. Without her, he had no one. He was all alone. 

"We'll save her. I promise", [Name]'s determined eyes pierced through his hopeless ones, helping him regain back his hope. To keep going.

He nodded, whipping away his tears. "You're right." he looked back at her with a smile. "Thank you." 

[Name] smiled back at him. 

They both then finished their meal and Kai went to his training as she worked at the Shop. Eventually, the sun was setting and [Name] looked at the brunette through the window. He was now on the ground, full of sweat, drinking down the whole water bottle in one go. Her smile slowly faded, as her mind wandered.

Why wasn't she also a ninja? Why didn't Wu train her too? Was she not worthy of becoming a fighter like Kai? She felt a bothersome feeling deep down, like it was eating her whole. As much as she was grateful for Kai she couldn't help but wonder, why was he chosen and not her. Shaking her head she resisted the urge to hit herself. This wasn't about her! This was to save Nya. Why did she always have to make everything about herself? She wasn't worthy of anything anyway. Her parents were right. She isn't needed. She is just a burden to anyone. She should just not get in Kai's way. She'd only bring him down. 

Her thoughts came to a halt as Kai opened the door. He had now a grin placed on his lips, wiping off sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. "Whew, glad that's over!" 

"O-oh", she exclaimed surprised, placing down the helmet she was polishing. "Finished already?" 

"Yep! I'm just about to take a shower." 

She bumped him on the shoulder with a smirk. "Well you really do need one, that's for sure." 

"Are you implying something?" he teasingly asked, returning the look. 

"Nope, I'm just saying!"

He chuckled. "Okay, if you say so! I'm not gonna say anything about you then."

[Name] raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms close to her chest. "What's that supposed to mean?" 

Kai raised his arms defensively as he made his way to the upper floor. "Nothing!" 

"Don't "nothing" me! Did you just say I smell?" 

"I didn't say anything! You said that yourself!" he echoed from upstairs, but [Name] could hear the joking tone in his voice. 

"You're such a jerk..." she murmured, shaking her head. 

"What?!" 

"Nothing!"

 

   Kai came back, but instead of his usual frustrated attitude, he was excited. He shot the door open and raised his arms. That could mean only one thing. "Guess what!" 

The young girl looked at him with anticipation. "Does that mean...?" 

"I passed!" 

[Name] basically jumped in the air and into Kai's arms. Her face beamed and squeezed Kai under her grip. "I knew you could do it!" 

Letting go Kai laughed. "You should've seen it! I had to throw my sword at him while I was basically mid-air - which was so fucking epic - and his face said it all! Just when he was about to add sugar to his tea, I, the one and only Kai, appeared - out of nowhere - next to him and was all like: would that be one sugar or two?" he proudly proclaimed.

"Good job! I can only imagine his face", [Name] laughed. "I told you you would show him sooner or later." 

"Yep! I just need to take some of my stuff and we'll move to the Monastery." Kai said, opening the closet door, and taking out a suitcase. 

Her expression suddenly appeared worried. "Wait..." 

There was silence as Kai was opening his drawer, and placed in his luggage the necessary amount of clothes. He hadn't that many to begin with. "Yeah?" 

"What about me?" 

He turned around, raising a brow. "What about you?" 

"I mean like, will I stay here? Alone?" she rubbed her hands together, looking to the side. 

"Of course not!", Kai approached her, taking her hands under his. "You'll come with me, of course. There's no way I'm leaving you here." 

"Really?"

"Really," he said with a gentle smile. 

[Name] southened under his touch and reassuring words, sharing a smile. 

"Now come help me with my luggage. You know how bad I am at organizing that kinda stuff." 

Laughing, [Name] took a look a the mess her roommate had made. The suitcase had a pile of random clothes on top of it, in no way folded or in order. "You're hopeless, you know that?" 

"Ugh, shut up." he rolled his eyes. 

   As they arrived, Sensei Wu was welcoming. He assigned them their room and advised them to rest. He quickly took notice of [Name]'s wounded frame, as she was still covered in bandages. With a worried look, he asked to inspect it, but also the cause of it. 

"I... was attacked one night."

"And how, may I ask, where you attacked?" 

"I was walking one night, when a group of men followed me, and then - you probably can guess what happened." 

Sensei Wu nodded in response. His gaze was fixated upon her scars as he was applying new bandages. "Remind me where that happened?" 

[Name] was quiet for a bit as she pursed her lips. "Just a bit outside Kai's hometown... I believe it's called Ignacia?" 

"... I see," he finished, not returning his gaze to her. "Why were you alone at night in the middle of nowhere?" 

She didn't respond. Looking anywhere but his piercing eyes she rubbed her right arm, sweatdrops forming on her forehead. 

"Sorry if I pried into your business, dear. You don't have to answer if you don't want to. But if you need anyone to talk to, don't hesitate to come for me for help." he got up from her bed with the medkit in hand. As he made his way towards the door his calm voice echoed through the room. "You should rest. These wounds are no laughing matter. Rest well." he said shutting the door. 

A soft smile appeared on her lips. He had no idea who she was yet he was so concerned for her well-being. Maybe she should tell him about the incident that night. Maybe he could help her with that. Maybe one day. Maybe. 

For clothes [Name] hadn't had to take many since Nya lend her only a pair for the day, since her old ones were bloody, and a pair of pajamas. Not like Kai had that many, just a few sweatshirts and t-shirts, and a few pants. [Name] only had her phone to worry about but was dead because it had no battery. Not that she needed it much. The only people she talked to were, her parents, and her classmates. For school projects, of course. Not because she had friends or something. 

She had asked Kai for a charger but he hadn't any, nor a phone. He informed her that Ignacia was from a relatively poor village. To her surprise, Sensei Wu had a charger. He had some storage with numerous items, but after a while, she managed to find a charger comparable to her phone that worked.

In her new room, she plugged her phone to charge and laid on the bed. The moonlight gave the room some light from the window and she took that as a moment to think. She hated thinking. Too many things to worry about. Too many things to stress about. But this time it was different. She ran away from home. She was finally free. She didn't have to worry about her parents' high expectations and she finally didn't have to care about school anymore. Too much drama. It was filled with selfish assholes anyway. Everyone from that school only cared about themselves. Their fame and their image. And they had found [Name] as their little victim, to make themselves feel better. So they bullied her. But after a while, they got bored. They still teased her, though, from time to time. But most of the time she was just in the background, existing. 

Before she knew it she had drifted to sleep. Her frame to the side, her legs wrapped around the covers, and her arms hugging herself for comfort. An unconscious habit of hers. Her breathing was slow and her eyes were peacefully shut. 

Kai was getting ready for bed, brushing his teeth. Drifting out of his thoughts, he suddenly attacked the air with his toothbrush, talking to himself. "Oh yeah?! Take this!" 

Unbeknownst to him, a ninja, wielding a pair of nunchucks landed quietly near the door. 

"And this!" 

Another ninja, this time possessing a pair of shurikens landed in the corner of the room. 

"And this!", just as Kai exclaimed, he came face to face with a ninja holding a scythe. This led to him noticing the other two ninjas, all dressed in black gi. "Oops..." 

Not wasting any time, Kai attacked the ninja and escaped through the rooftop. The ninja followed him to the floor of the Monastery. Kai then clicked the button on the dragon statue, turning on the training equipment to attack the other ninja. As the fight continued to take part, Kai landed on one of the ninja, making the other two dogpile on them. When suddenly, Wu stopped the fight. 

"Stop!" 

The three mysterious ninja quickly got up without any hesitation, bowing to Sensei Wu, "Yes, Sensei".

Kai frowned his eyebrows, confused. "Wait a minute, they're your students too?", he asked, receiving a nod in response from Sensei Wu. "This was my final test, wasn't i-" 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! You never said anything about a fourth. It's always three! Three Blind Mice. Three Musketeers. Three—", the ninja wielding the nunchucks interrupted Kai. 

"Uh, what he's trying to say, Sensei Wu, is that three of us have trained together. We're solid", the scythe user explained in a more simple explanation. 

"Didn't look so solid to me", Kai rolled his eyes with a mocking smile, crossing his arms to his chest. 

The whole commotion managed to wake up [Name], as she decided to make her way outside. Sheepishly, she dragged her legs through the wooden floor towards the monastery door. She yawned as her grip was placed on the door, not trusting her balance on its own. "...What's going on?", she rubbed her eyes. 

Everyone turned their attention to her. If she could see through their masks, she would notice all three of them turning a light shade of red appearing on their cheeks. Instead, she only took notice of Kai, who gave her a gentle smile. 

"And who's she?", one of them asked. 

"[Name]!", Kai exclaimed. "You missed an awesome fight! I was literally kicking all of their asses!" 

In response she smiled sheepishly, rolling her eyes at his proud excitement. 

"There's a fifth?" 

She wished. 

"And not to mention, a girl?", the guy on Kai's right asked, making her wonder if he meant it in a good way or a bad way. 

"Master, what is the meaning of this?", the shuriken user calmly questioned. 

Wu shook his head "No, there is not a fifth. But, each of you four have been chosen. Each in tune with elemental properties. But first, ninja, Go!", spinning, Sensei Wu passed the boys, changing their gi, and giving them each a weapon. 

"Woah!" 

"How'd he do that?!" 

"Woah! Look what color I am!", the blue-colored boy exclaimed in enlightenment. 

"Wait a minute, I'm still black?" 

Sensei Wu placed his bamboo stick on Kai, who was now wearing a red colored gi. "Kai, Master of Fire. It burns bright in you".

"Jay is blue, Master of Lightning", he stated, now placing his bamboo stick on the guy standing next to Kai. 

"Heh, that's not all I'm the master of. I do a little inventing. A dabble in model building. A touch of cooking. A little poetry", Jay rambled. 

"More like 'Mouth of Lightning'", the black-colored ninja, grumbled under his breath. 

Sensei Wu saw this opportunity to bring his attention to the black colored ninja. "Black Ninja is Cole, solid as rock, Master of Earth."

Cole turned his attention to Kai. "Nice to meet you, kid. I got your back, and for the record, there ain't nothing in this world I'm afraid of." Bringing his hood down he revealed his medium-length, shaggy black hair, which was swept to the left. He had busky dark eyebrows matching his eyes. He was relatively attractive, to say the least. 

"Except for dragons", the one on the far left simply stated, much to Cole's dismay. 

"Dragons... aren't from this world, Zane. I said in this world..." 

"White Ninja is Zane, Master of Ice, and seer with sixth sense", as Wu spoke, Zane utilized his shurikens before making them vanish. 

Widening her eyes, [Name] gasped. "Woah! Who'd you do that?", she asked, clapping her hands together, not containing her excitement. 

Zane smiled gently at her reaction. "I could show you one day, intriguing one."

Intriguing one? [Name] slightly blushed at the nickname. 

"I sense this one takes things a little too seriously", Kai teased. 

"You too have the gift?", Zane questioned, bringing his ninja hood down. He had pale blonde and a somewhat flat-top hairstyle with sideburns. Similar to his hair he had pale - almost white skin. His shining blue eyes were most noticeable.

The blue ninja - Jay - awkwardly laughed, binging his hood down as well, revealing his short, straight, reddish-brown hair. He also had blue eyes with a notch on his right eyebrow. "He's just making a joke, Zane. Remember what we talked about? Your sense of humor? Huh?" 

"Yes, it was a joke. Haha." 

"You four are the chosen ones who will protect the Four Weapons of Spinjitzu... from Lord Garmadon."

"But what about my sister?!", Kai urged. 

Jay gasped. "We're saving a girl? Is she hot?" 

Kai eyed him a glare and Cole scolded him, "Jay..."

"I-I just wanna know what we're getting ourselves into. Does she like blue?" 

"Back off!" Kai snapped defensively. 

[Name] kinda wished she had an overprotective older brother, further envying their sibling relationship. 

"When we find the weapons, we will find your sister. It is the time! We must go to the first weapon!", the wise old man announced to the four ninja. 

"Whoa! Hold on a minute. You said you were gonna teach us Spinjitzu", Cole protested. 

"Spinjitzu is inside each and every one of you, but it will only be unlocked when the key is ready to be found", Wu paused for a moment. "Come! My feet are tired. Tomorrow, we will take the horse carriage", he said passing [Name] and making his way to his room. 

"Great." 

"Now we have to find the key?", Jay asked, annoyed. 

"Yeah, I'm feeling like he's taking us for a ride." 

"Well, if it means finding my sister, then sign me up." 

"I'm wif you, Kai...", [Name] mumbled, as she hardly kept her eyes open. Lightening her grip on the door she slowly drifted downwards, losing her balance. 

Kai chuckled as he made his way towards her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, helping her on her balance. "Let's get you tucked to bed, alright." 

"Getting a cute girl tucked to bed. I'm not jealous at all...", Jay grumbled to himself. 

"Now now...", Cole reassured him, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at Jay's complaints.

#ninjago x reader #ninjago #kai x reader #cole x reader #jay x reader #Nya x reader #ninjago fanfiction #:snowville #:ssnowville #[🌸]

[girlystories]

Bittersweet

— pairings: various ninjago x female/runaway/slightly depressed reader

Summary: you run away from your abusive and controlling parents, only to almost be killed in the middle of nowhere. mysteriously miraculously you manage to avoid them alive, and stumble upon two amazing siblings. Additional warnings: none. Words: 2.8k

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Chapter 3: Whole day of boredom

Shutting the book, [Name] let out an irritated sigh. She was practically doing nothing all day, while the others were out searching for the weapons. To put it simply, she was quite frankly bored out of her mind.

She literally jumped off the bed, and she suck in a breath as her hip sting in pain. She totally forgot about it. Simply cursing under her breath, she ignored it, walking through the house, her eyes searching something to spare her time upon.

Passing the living room she saw the video game consoles under the tv. Maybe she could play some of Jay's video games? She shook her head, immediately dismissing the idea. It wasn't her place to snoop around other people's property.

She decided to go to the kitchen. Maybe do some chores? That's the only usefull thing she could do at least. She of course, had to put on some music first, now that her phone was fully charged. She could aimlessly waste her time on social media, sure, but where's the fun in that? She promised herself she would get rid of her old depressive habits, now that she finally got a chance of a new start. Meeting Kai and Nya was quite literally a life changer.

The music echoed throughout the whole Monastery and [Name] was humming and bopping her head in the rythym. If the Monastery wasn't built on top of the mountain, everyone would have been able to hear the blasting music.

In no time, she managed to clean the whole house. It was no surprise night came relatively quick. The floor was basically sparkling, the cabins and drawers had no inch of dust, and all the rooms were now filled with the scent of flowers. She even cleaned the training equipment making them look brand new.

[Name] shut her eyes, taking a long breath in, inhaling the sweet aroma of fresh clean air. Satisfied with her hard work, she signed wiping off the sweat on her forehead. She looked at the time on her phone. 9:31 pm. Just perfect timing for her to take a shower. She grabbed a tower and started the water running.

Jumping on the bed, [Name] fell asleep almost instantly. She didn't waste any minute to do anything but rest her aching body. She didn't even forge the strength to cook something for her to eat. She didn't even feel hungry.

 

   [Name] opened her eyes, but was unable to make out anything. She reached her arms out but couldn't see them either, the thick pitch black darkness surrounding her. Suffocating her. She hugged her shaking frame. She wanted to yell for help yet her lips remained still.

Suddenly a voice broke out. It was sharp and demanding. She knew it quite too well. It called for her name. Again and again. Yet she still didn't reply. Instead, she shut her eyes, crouching down to her knees. She wanted to leave from that place. She wanted to disappear.

As she was steadying her breath, a rough hand wrapped around her neck. "Don't you hear me when I'm speaking to you?!"

She choked, scratching and pulling the man's grip to let air fill her lugs. It was hopeless. She was too weak.

She forced her eyes open, still choking. This time water filling her lugs. She did everything she could. She tried to swim to the surface, her lims moving rapidly, yet seemingly only went deeper into the ocean. She was going to die.

She was going to die.

Another dream, huh?

She steadied her breathing, her eyes getting used to the dark room. Light still shimmed through the window from the moon as crickets sang their melody. The moon. It was almost like it was watching after her. Calming her down everytime she needed to.

Signing she pulled an arm over her head, as if hiding her expression. She was tired of that dream. She wanted to forget that incident, yet the memory always came back to haunt her in her nightmares. Guess she couldn't get rid off all her past, huh?

Something suddenly triggered her brain, and she pulled to side, aiming her phone on the counter. She immediately regretted opening it as light hit her tiresome eyes, making them sting. She groaned and lowered the opacity. 4:55 am. Does that mean the others came back? If so, why didn't they wake her up?

Almost immediately, she yanked the covers off, carefully yet quick steps echoing from the wooden floor. Opening slightly the door, she perked her head inside all the rooms, searching for a sight of another person. Useless. She was still all alone.

She wasn't scared of the dark, no. More like scared of being alone and the unknown. The feeling crawled over her as a chill running through her whole body, making her run back to her room. Sliding the door shut, she got under the covers. There's no way she could go back to sleep now. The only possible solution was to wait for the sun to rise, so she would be able to start with her day. Maybe she could make breakfast for them?

Her uneasiness disappeared, as she smiled at the thought of her roommates. They could maybe like her cooking, or even they could all become friends. If they'd want to of course...

[Name] opened her phone deciding to waste her time on it. Her stomach dropped as she remembered. Oh, yeah. Wouldn't her parents try and look for her?

Tap tap tap.

Shit.

99+ missed calls.

67 messages from mom.

99+ messages from dad.

55 messages [unknown].

Whoops.

Guess she totally forgot about them, huh? She bit her fingernails, thinking of some way to fix this. When she realized.

There is no way to fix this.

She had, quite literally, ran away from home. And was now, what? Missing for maybe a whole ass week? What if they somehow find her? They could've have somehow downloaded a tracking device on her phone, and would be come barging at the door any moment now. Knowing her parents, they'd definitely do that.

But if that's the case why hadn't they already come for her then? That idea was scrapped.

The thought of her father finding her made her shake under the covers, despite not even feeling cold.

Maybe Sensei Wu could help?

No...

Could he?

Groaning, she decided to ignore her buggy thoughts. It only made her more anxious. So, the simple girl that she is, she decided to watch every single meaningless content she could find on her phone. It was useful, though, as it made [Name] fall unconscious again.

"[Name]! [Name]!", the young girl's body shook rapidly. She only groaned pushing away the person who was disturbing her sleep.

"[Name]! Wake up!" the annoying voice only seemingly increased in volume, making her more irritated.

The bugging stopped for a moment, but her whole body felt cold as the covers were torn off her grasp. Whining, [Name] opened her eyes, making the other person sign in relief. "Finally."

She could make out her surroundings now quite clearly, as she rubbed her eyes. In front of her were Kai and Jay, both having toothy grins from ear to ear. They bring four golden weapons close to her face, not saying a word. She looked at the weapons then at them, raising an eyebrow.

Wait, not just any golden weapons. These were the Golden Weapons. Her frown was switched with a proud smile. "You managed to get the weapons!"

The two boys cheered, offering [Name] a high five.

She stopped laughing now giving them a stern look. "What took you so long? I was so worried!"

Jay gave her a cheesy smile. "Why? Did you miss me?"

Kai gave him a playful smile, bumbling his shoulder with his. "Watch it."

[Name] pushed them both slightly. "Shut up! I was just so bored all day. At least you could've came back at night..."

"Why?" Kai leaned close. "Scared of the dark, are we?"

The now, red-faced girl, pushed Kai back, looking to the side. "N-no! I was just, lonely is all..."

The two ninja chuckled at her flustered reaction, thinking of another plan to torture the poor girl. Before they could though, the door slid open. Cole was holding a wooden tray of food and set it beside [Name]. "I see someone has finally decided to wake up."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

Jay laughed and pointed to the clock hung on the wall. "What he means is that you've been sleeping till 3 pm!"

She stoop up, as if taking a better look at the wall. "What?!"

Jay laughed again, this time a bit harder.

"What is it?", Cole tilted his head to the side.

[Name] only ignored him, groaning and making turns around the room. She was mumbling something under her breath, almost nervously.

Cole's frown only deepened and he placed his palm on her shoulder, making her stop stumbling through the whole room. "[Name]", he stated, bringing her out of her thoughts. "What's wrong?"

"Ugh..." [Name] avoided his gaze, rubbing the back of her head. "I just wanted to surprise you all..."

"What do you mean?" Jay asked, who had now calmed down from laughing so hard. Still there were tears around his blue eyes, making them resemble the deep sky.

"It's nothing", she took a breath in. "I just wanted to make you all breakfast before you arrived. Now it's noon already... "

Cole chuckled slightly. "Is that it?

[Name] nodded her head in shame.

"Don't worry, [Name]. Zane has cooked us lunch, so we don't have to worry about that, okay?" [Name] wasn't convinced and Cole continued, "We can both make breakfast together another time. How does that sound?"

[Name] returned his gaze, a smile placed on her lips. "Okay."

Kai perked his head, as if remembering something. "You haven't forgotten something, have you?"

The girl stared at him, not a thought reaching her mind.

"Guess who's back..."

It took her a while, but her eyes widened when she realized. "You don't mean... "

She didn't even wait for a response, immediately barging out the room, her steps being heard through the whole Monastery. She let out a sign of relief as her eyes caught the familiar brown ones and black short hair. She didn't waste any second, instantly wrapping her arms around her friend, squeezing her tight, in fear she might somehow disappear under her grasp. "Nya!"

The girl under her chuckled, patting her friend's back. " Good morning, sleepy-head."

[Name] tightened her grip. "I'm so glad you're finally back."

They both stayed there for a while, hugging each other tightly, cherishing the moment. As they broke the embrace they studied each other's eyes, smiling brightly.

"So what happened with Lord Garmadon?"

Nya took her friend's arm, taking alongside her. "I'll tell you on the way."

"On the way where?"

"Jay agreed to give me a ride back home for me take some of my stuff. And I want you to come along." she explained as they made their way outside. Jay was petting a dragon, which was sitting in the Monastery courtyard alongside three other dragons. [Name] visibly widened her eyes, almost jumping out of her skin. She grabbed onto Nya tightly, as if hiding from the dragons in front of her.

"Are those...?!"

"Oops..." Nya awkwardly laughed, seemingly forgetting to inform the terrified girl clinging to her. "I guess I should've told you we have dragons now, huh?"

"Oh yeah, you think?!"

Nya signed, placing her hands on [Name]'s shoulder and dragging her where Jay and his dragon were waiting for them. "Don't worry, they're harmless. They can be pretty cute when you actually get to know them."

[Name]'s face was becoming more and more paler, sweat drops forming on her forehead. "I won't take your word for it."

"Hey, Jay" Nya greeted, which made he boy in question blush and stumble his words.

"O-oh hey, Nya. Ready to go?"

"Yep, in a moment. You don't mind [Name] coming along, do you?"

Jay shook his head. "Of course not! Here, let me help you get on Wisp", he said as he assisted Nya.

"Wisp?"

"Yeah! That's how I named him. Ain't he just awesome?" he said, petting the dragon.

[Name] did her best setting aside her nervousness. With Jay's assistance she climbed on the dragon, sitting behind Nya, "Sure..."

Jay got on top as well. "Alright, ready to go?"

"Ready!" Nya exclaimed and [Name] wrapped her arms around the girl tightly as Wisp moved its wings, going off ground. She couldn't remember much of the trip, since her head was burried on Nya's back. She decided she would look down... another time.

After a while Wisp decreased its pace.

"Hey, check this out" Jay called out. This made [Name] raise her head but she immediately regretted it. Jay flew down close ground level as fast as he can, disturbing the peace of the citizens. [Name] squeeled in fear, alongside the other citizens running away.

"Jay, grow up", Nya shook her head as they arrived at the shop. Wisp landed slowly, and [Name] felt herself pucking any moment now. Nya patted her back, "Are you okay, [Name]?"

The girl in question nodded slowly, a hand placed on her stomach. "Yep... Nothing to worry about."

Nya nodded and climbed down the dragon from it's wing, "Thanks for helping out, blue boy. Now that I'm moving in with you guys, I just need to get a few things."

"Okay, cool. Need a hand?"

"No, just wait here."

Jay rubbed the back of his head. "Oh, uh... okay."

The two girls made their way inside the shop and Nya placed her backpack on the floor, then grabbing the anvil next to it. "This is kind of a secret but... I'm sure I can trust you on this one."

[Name] raised a brow, "What do you mean?"

As Nya turned the anvil around, [Name] watched in awe as the wall in front of her rotated, revealing a storage full of weapons.

"Woah... I had no idea this was hidden here! I didn't even notice a thing."

Nya laughed slightly, and proceeded to take the weapons and put then into her bag, as well as wear a bracelet around her right wrist. "Well, I figured you'd find sooner or later."

Just then, they got ambushed by four skulin, likely to take revenge from losing alongside Lord Garmadon. Nya came in front of [Name] to protect her as she shrieked. She took position to strike as they they cornered them. "Well hello there. We've been expecting you", one said mischievously.

"May I remind you that this is private property and that trespassing is against Ninjago law paragraph thirteen section two?"

"Oh, I thought paragraph thirteen was-", before the skulin could finish his sentence, Nya punched him in the face. She then rotated the anvil again, making the skulin next to the wall spun alongside it. Making a few turns caused the skeleton to became dizzy, decapitating its head. Falling on another's skeletons lap it let out an irritated yell. She giggled.

Nya took hold of a sword, and used it as balance to spin in the air, kicking two skulin.

Swinging a sword, the skulin aimed for [Name] but she manged to dodge last second, her arm wrapped on her head defensively. Letting out a scream she kicked the skulin and Nya threw a weapon at it but missed.

As they all cornered them Nya threw a golden round metal at the skulin on the left. One skeleton missed both of them, hitting the metal which made a loud sound. In the end the two girls got the upper hand.

All the skulin were decapitated, some left on the table in the corner while some laying on the floor. Nya smirked at her independence and [Name] couldn't help but smile as well. Nya wore her backpack on her back and turned her attention to [Name], "Shall we go then?"

[Name] giggled, nodding in return. She followed after her and they both walked outside the shop. Jay ran to them. Seems like he heard the commotion.

"Is something wrong? What was that sound?"

Nya passed by him. "Oh, nothing! We just got excited and knocked over some samurai helmets and stuff."

[Name] giggled as she followed after Nya, and Jay did as well. "You don't have to worry so much, Jay."

I'm the end Jay didn't push the matter any further. They all climbed on Wisp and took off flying. As the air blew on (Name)'s face she looked down. Maybe flying wasn't as scary. Maybe fighting wasn't that scary either. She promised herself one thing; just because she wasn't going to become a ninja like Kai didn't mean she couldn't become strong herself.

"So what happened to Garmadon?"

Nya giggled awkwardly. "Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you about that..."

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Being the Bowers gang girl

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Bittersweet

Various Ninjago x Female/runaway/slightly depressed reader

Summary: you run away from your abusive and controlling parents, only to almost be killed in the middle of nowhere. mysteriously miraculously you manage to avoid them alive, and stumble upon two amazing siblings

First chapter: 29/12/2022

Last chapter: ongoing/incompleted

Slow updates.

❥ Chapter 1: Saved

❥ Chapter 2: The way of the ninja

❥ Chapter 3: A whole day of boredom

❥ Chapter 4: A quick trip to Jamanakai village

L'appel du vide (The call of the void)

Henry Bowers + Patrick Hockstetter x Female/daughter of a cop/new student reader

Summary: after your parents divorce (because your mom is kinda crazy) you move to your dads hometown, back to Derry, and your cousin richie.

First chapter: 27/7/2023

Last chapter: ongoing/incompleted

Slow updates.

❥ Chapter 1: Back to Derry

❥ Chapter 2: Bigmouth Strikes Again

❥ Chapter 3: Everywhere

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IT(2017)

Bower's gang: henry bowers, vic criss, patrick hockstetter, belch huggings, (all).

NINJAGO

The ninja: kai, nya, cole, jay, zane, lloyd.

Villains: morro, lord garmadon

Other: pixal, skyler. (for now)

DANGANRONPA

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc: makoto naegi, kyoko kirigiri, byakuya togami, toko fukawa/genocide jill, aoi asahina, yasuhiro hagakure, sayaka maizono, leon kuwata, chihiro fujisaki, mondo owada, kiyotaka ishimaru, celestia ludenberg, sakura ogami, junko enoshima, mukuro ikusaba.

Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Dispair: hajime hinata/izuru kamakura, chiaki nanami, nagito komaeda, fuyuhiko kuzuryu, akane owari, sonia nevermind, kazuichi soda, mahiru koizumi, peko pekoyama, ibuki mioda, hiyoko saionji, mikan tsumiki, nekomaru nidai, gundham tanaka.

Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony: shuichi saihara, kaede akamatsu, k1-b0(kiibo), maki harukawa, himiko yumeno, rantaro amami, ryoma hoshi, kirumi tojo, tenko chabashira, korekiyo shinguji, miu iruma, gonta gokuhara, kokichi ouma, kaito momota, tsumugi shirogane.

Other: komaru naegi, yuta asahina, natsumi kuzuryu, sato, kyosuke munakata, chisa yukizome, ryota mitarai, seiko kimura, sonosuke izayoi, koichi kizakura, ruruka ando, juzo sakakura.

NARUTO/SHIPPUDEN

Under 18: uzumaki naruto, haruno sakura, uchiha sasuke, nara shikamaru, ino yamanaka, choji akimichi, kiba inuzuka, shino aburame, hinata hyuga, neji hyuga, rock lee, tenten, gaara, kankuro, temari.

Over 18: kakashi hatake, (more).

Akatsuki: deidara, hidan, itachi uchiha, kazuku, konan, nagato, sasori, tobi/obito uchiha.

Other: shuigetsu hozuki, karin, jugo.

VOLTAIRE HIGH/MIXTE(1963)

joseph descamps, jean-pierre magnan, alain laubrac, henri pichon, +more (just request)

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when giving me requests please be specific, it really helps me create a scenario or write a fic overall.

unless you specify what you are asking for, i will write it as a oneshot or series or even headcanons when i want.

i dont write smut (yet). maybe i will later, but as of now no.

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