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penguinlop · 2 years

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Yandere Xiao x Reader

/// The Captive at Wangshu Inn - Part 2

Summary:

You always fantasized about traveling to Liyue because your mother was from there. But after making your first stop at Wangshu Inn and meeting a certain Yaksha, you start to wonder if Liyue is really as you idealized it to be.

Warnings: Yandere themes, Stalking, Verbal/ Racial Harassment (Xiao calls reader mutt,) Gaslighting, Toxic family relations, Suggestive Content, Mentions of Violence, Vulgar language

Part 1

Guilt devoured your fidgeting brain and heart.

He was right.

You had no place to gawk at an Adeptus like that, let alone the last known surviving Yaksha. How could you, a mere mortal, compare to a robust being that vanished gods alongside Rex Lapis? Euphoria should be overflowing your body! Furthermore, he probably didn’t mean what he said. The demon conqueror has roamed the lands for thousands of years. Who were you to judge his more archaic mindset? To him, you were a puny pebble, ready to be tossed haphazardly into the Bishui river.

Regardless, you made up your mind. You will apologize. You didn’t want your interactions with an illuminated beast to end on a sour note.

Yes, yes! You will prepare a simple, meaningful gift. But what do the Adepti even like? Rushing excitement de-escalated as you pondered for a few moments. They have no need for sleep. Most don’t need to consume anything to keep their bodies fit. They purely don’t have any need to participate in such trivial, human matters. Mortals are fickle. An Adeptus is as lasting as stone.

A sigh erupted. You pinched the bridge of your nose. But you started to recall how a kind laugh and hum soothed your fatigue, and a small warning about a certain gentleman on the rooftop terrace echoed in your mind.

I mean, it doesn’t hurt to ask.

The lobby is always so warm and welcoming, with Verr Goldet as its heart.

You gently pushed the hardcover, teal tome back into place on the mahogany shelf, and took out a cherished classic instead, Rex Incognito: Volume 1. The noise of the books slackening with the novel’s removal was matched with a chuckle.

“I take it you met our resident Yaksha?”

You breathed in and out and replied, albeit with discontent and pursed lips, “I’m not sure if “met” is the right word.” You gazed into almond-shaped eyes just below neatly cut bangs.

Her laugh was saturated with amusement. She leaned forward, rested her head on folded fair hands, and stared directly into your eyes. “Well, I daresay that you broke a record. Xiao is quite the recluse.” The tuxedo cat with golden eyes leapt from the desk. Porcelain vases quivered from the movement. You took steps towards her reassuring air. “He must’ve been in a rather good mood to even think about speaking to others.”

If I “broke a record,” I can’t imagine what he has said and done to others...

“I know that look on your face, dear.” She stood up slightly and crossed her arms playfully. “I’ve seen it quite often between couples here at the Inn, usually after a minor altercation. No matter where they visit from, it’s always the exact same.” The woman with auburn hair then spoke slowly, as if emphasizing every syllable, every letter. “It is the face of guilt. An expression that displays how much you want to atone for your sins.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you sheepishly nodded. “I just—”

Her pointer finger met her lip, hushing you like a mother to a babe. “I will say only a few things, so listen carefully. Xiao isn’t fond of many things, but he has an affinity towards Almond Tofu and Qingxin. Perhaps his spirit resonates with the flower’s solitary nature.” Her chestnut eyes softened when she said that. They then trailed up to the decorative map above the mahogany bookcase. “Qingxin can be found on the peaks and cliffs of Liyue’s stone forests, such as in Jueyun Karst, home to the Adepti.” Her head tilted slightly. Her voice seemed even more melodious. “But that being said... I will suggest going near Mt. Qingce and Wuwang Hill, just above the ruins and village. The climbing isn’t as strenuous or dangerous as it is in Minlin—”

The grandfather clock rang proudly, bellowing to the Marsh that it was already an hour past noon. “I shouldn’t keep you held up. However, do enjoy yourself! If you follow my advice and go near Qingce, the village is quite lovely, a relaxing place for a stroll or snack.”

You bowed your head respectfully and spewed a multitude of thanks before rushing to your room and gathering your backpack, wind glider, and a wicker basket.

You rummaged through your belongings, pulled out a lacquer box painted with dragons and phoenixes, and took out an ornate gilded hairpin. It was encrusted with beads and crystals made out of fine noctilucous jade—a gift from your mother for your birthday.

Now seated at the vanity across from the comfortable bed, you questioned if you should wear it today as you didn’t want to lose it during your travels. However, you fondly remembered how you would prance along the streets of Monstadt as a child wearing a flowing hanfu and displaying your culture. Liyue, however long I have waited to explore you.

You decided.

You would wear the pin and go to Qingce. If you meet your grandparents, you will face them headstrong and with an open heart. If you don’t...Well, everything happens for a reason.

However, pressure mounted on your chest as you remembered your mother’s teary eyes, bitter face, and sorrowful voice as she seethed the name of the quaint village and whispered curses to her parents. But you wouldn’t let that put a damper on your adventure. This whole trip to Liyue is a symbol of fulfilling change for you. Breaking the chains of the past, finally letting go and allowing gentle breezes to take over one’s yearns and faults. As they say in Mondstadt, “Let the wind lead!”

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You quickly noted how lovely it was to walk through Dihua Marsh during the daytime. After paying respects to the Statue of the Seven, you followed the dirt road and made sure to take in every exciting detail.

The small statues of robed dragons scattered throughout beckoned you into a desolate forest of swaying bamboo. They were your enchanting guides. One after another, they held your hand and whispered words of encouragement. When you abandoned the forgotten stone path, creaky wooden bridges, and reached the coveted village, a scenic sight was merely a few steps away. Lush, vivid terraces presented dignified glaze lilies. They were snuggled amidst flowery ponds of sunny yellows and oranges. Birds could even be heard chirping with happiness; feathers billowed in the air from their takeoff. You breathed in the fresh air, and a mellow smile bloomed. How peaceful. Liyue’s beauty truly is expansive. Everyone has remarked how bustling the Harbor is, how unnerving the peaks of Guyun can be, yet this dainty village in the north offers nothing but slow, restful touches. Heavy grief dissipates from taking in the wondrous sight.

You needed this truly.

As you strolled into the quiet center plaza and took in the blue terracotta roof tiles and the turning mill, you noticed how the few inhabitants were mainly elderly and a handful of children.

You politely waved to a retired couple seated at one of the bamboo tables. Their glazed porcelain tea set and metallic dessert tray reflected the sun. You couldn’t make out their faces, but you mouthed a “hello” to not startle them. Then, just as you were about to pass them, your very bones shook when a throaty voice punctured the air.

“So, you must be our grandchild from Mondstadt.” A frigid, blunt statement struck the scene.

“How do you know?” A bewildered question was articulated by you.

But instead of a concrete answer, a sickly sweet voice pursued after the first. Her voice was utterly cloying. You felt dizzy. As if you had eaten too many confectioneries. “Come, child.” She quickly moved one of the bamboo chairs from under the table that rested beside her. She patted it twice. Your, supposed, grandmother grinned wider. “Oh dear, you mustn't make me repeat myself.” The elderly woman trilled.

You hastily walked to the seat, set down your basket, wind glider, and backpack, and fumbled with the scalding teacup that was pushed into your hands. A nervous chuckle revealed your innermost thoughts; everything seemed to be going so fast, your feet moved on their own; nevertheless, you were excited. Flashbacks to your declarations in the Inn were played. Just take it easy.

The woman with doe eyes framed by creasing wrinkles squished your cheeks. You almost winced. Her strength was frankly surprising. “Oh, oh, look, honey! Doesn’t she have her mother’s features!” She lifted your chin, then sharply moved your head from side to side to examine you thoroughly. “A porcelain doll.” She sighed happily.

With a tilted head, you asked. “Um...Thanks? But may I ask how you know I am your granddaughter? I have a friend in Mondstadt named Amber whose grandfather is from here too, if I remember correctly.” You didn’t know who to keep your eyes on. One was scrutinizing you vigorously, and the other was glaring at your form. You felt like Hansel and Gretel ready to be baked in the oven and then stuffed into your frosted, gingerbread coffin.

The older woman blinked and humorously snickered. “Oh my dear, didn’t I just say it, or were you not paying attention? You look nearly identical to your mother! One look was all it took.” She then snatched the pin from your hair and caressed it tenderly. “Besides, this pin is an heirloom. It was given to my husband when he was younger. He then gifted it to me on the evening of our wedding. I handed it to your mother on her birthday. She continued the tradition, I see."

“Oh, uh, I understand now.” You played with your fingers impatiently, wanting desperately to take back the treasured hairpin.

The sound of tea pouring into the porcelain cup across from you caught your attention. The steaming vapor highlighted antagonistic eyes.

The manner in which he gently placed the cup back onto the saucer contrasted with his blunt persona. “Out of all the things she could’ve cherished, she chose an utterly meaningless one in comparison to her grave deed. Are you aware that your mother disgraced us?” His jaw clenched, years of ire were evident in the way he furrowed his eyebrows. “She angered Rex Lapis.”

More confusion was added to your fogged mind. They were truly feeding you so much information.

Studying you like a freshly baked good, your grandmother leaned more forward and pinched your cheeks harder.

The embittered man continued. “She was contracted since birth to wed her betrothed, the son of a family friend of ours, but the night before the ceremony, she told us she was with child.” His veins became more prominent as he hissed the next remarks. “Our daughter, who we sacrificed everything for, went and eloped with some Monstadter who was in Liyue for vacation. I should've never let her go down to the Harbor that summer.” Your grandfather was breathing heavily. Frail hands became slick with sweat. His enraged face reminded you of the spiteful demons illustrated in that book about Yakshas.

The pinching on your face was alleviated. You massaged your cheeks for relief. The elderly woman hushed her spouse and rubbed his fists. “Now, now, not here, not here.” She sighed and returned to look at you. “He was so full of hatred that day that he suffered from a stroke. Of course, he miraculously survived, which I am grateful for...But he can’t walk normally now.” Her voice wavered as she gazed upon the verdant fields. “As someone who hails from a family of prosperous farmers, he greatly suffered.”

His fixated stare only grew. "I devoted my life to that child, and in one rash decision, she took everything away; because of my stroke's aftermath, no one was able to take up the work. As a result, generations of hard work withered away and vanished. The moment she touched that filthy foreigner and broke her contract, Rex Lapis punished our lineage.

He looked you up and down, took in your appearance, which resembled your mother so greatly, and scoffed. “You’re nothing but proof of her mistake.”

A cold slither brushed your spine. You shivered at the grim comment. “Surely that isn’t the case? From what I’ve heard, Rex Lapis is a benevolent god. Besides, this whole scheme was planned since she was a child. The Geo Archon wouldn’t be so cruel as to force an infant into a contract just because her parents wrote it up.” You bargained in a defensive yet composed manner. You have had many odd first meetings this trip. One more bad ending is definitely something you wouldn’t want.

“As someone who was born in the City of Freedom, I doubt you will understand what it is like to feel the presence of a god.” Your grandfather wouldn’t avert his gaze and muttered indignantly under his breath. “Besides, I’m not surprised you side with your whore of a mother. She has corrupted your mind. So, our grandchild, too, shall follow the path of sin. How shameful.”

The tea was searing as it went down your throat. Your eyes widened even more, you gulped down nerves as sickening as acid. Humiliation grew as you took in the situation. The muggy tension was utterly terrifying. You wanted to flee this village to stop the condescending grins, to stop those eyes that pierce like lit cigars on supple skin. You gripped your shirt tightly as a way to distract yourself from the tears threatening to spill. I thought today would be different. Maybe if you weren't so naïve, you would've had the intuition not to traverse through the sea of bamboo, not to follow those robed dragons, not to be entranced by all the greenery. How can anyone be so cold-hearted?

You vividly recalled the words your mother left you with before your departure.

“Going to Liyue will be a mistake, child.”

Those blistering words were tattooed into your inner mind.

“I-I should leave.” You shakily smiled and collected your items. “Thank you for the tea and for your time, but I must go. I am collecting Qingxin and wouldn’t want to travel back to my hotel too late. The Marsh isn’t the most prime location safety-wise.”

Your grandmother’s eyelashes fluttered again, wrinkles seemed even more prominent, that unbearable saccharine smile swelled. You could taste the honey and sugar being forced down your throat. You nearly gagged. “Qingxin? You’re in search of Qingxin?”

“Yes, which is why I should be going now. Thank you again.” You tried to disguise your anxiety with a laugh.

She looked at you directly before she spoke. You were stunned to realize that her eyes reminded you of Verr Goldet. Mature, soft, yet full of wretched amusement.

“Wuwang Hill has what you are seeking. The finest there is! The desolate area is a haven for such lonesome flowers.”

An alarm rang, disturbing the ambiance. Heads turned to face a modest house nearby. The baked scent of mouth-watering pastries permeated.

“Ah yes! My goodies are done!”

Clink-Clink.

The sound of a demon mask that protects those from evil sounded throughout.

Xiao has watched you ever since you entered Liyue.

He despised your pristine, bright eyes, your velvety face, your swaying hips, your angelic voice.

You reminded him of days from antiquity, times when he did nothing but bathe in crimson blood. His gluttonous soul consumed dream after dream, leaving the victim a hollow shell. What choice did the poor child have? The war left gods desperate for power. The boy with teal hair and golden eyes was forced to become a bloodhound. The faded scars of torture on his body are like suffocating vines on a tree.

Oh! He just wanted to corrupt you so badly. To see you squirm underneath him, weeping for him to not take your delectable aspirations. Every time you blink, your lashes will be covered in radiant tears. You were nothing short of a vixen.

The Adeptus grunted before snapping back to the dying abyss mage in front of him. The disgusting oozing blood from his victim and the stained spear in his hand should be enough to sedate the crawling hunger. But it wasn’t. He frustratedly sighed, ashamed at his carnal appetite.

Yet a singular thought crept into the Yaksha's mind like a moth prancing around a hanging lantern. The image of sending you to a slaughterhouse, with your pure body clothed in satin and bound by silk rope, intoxicated him.

You will be enough to calm his jaded soul, despite all his derogatory words and your tainted blood that has the stench of another land beyond the borders of Liyue. You were always enough.

The first night you arrived, he snuck into your room. You were tempting him too gravely. He skillfully cut a small lock of your hair and devoured it. Each strand tasted like heaven and the crack of dawn.

For once, he felt at ease. His karmic debt that compressed and ravaged his lungs, psyche, and taut skin ebbed away. Being tortured and enslaved by bloodshed from his own hands left him broken, feeling as if he couldn't dream because he took so much from others. However, with you, paradise is within arms reach.

He just needed to grab it.

In his true form, Xiao is a winged creature. But that evening at Wangshu Inn, he was a tomcat with mockingbird feathers between his fangs. He could almost picture how scarlet beads would lay on your face if he bared his talons.

The thought of your bones being crushed and pressed into creamy almond milk sent electrifying jitters through his muscles. He can almost imagine your delicate skin carved into plush pieces of silky tofu. What a luscious texture it will be! Heat flushed his face. Your heart will still be thrumming and beating in his palms.

That voice of yours that sounds like a fiddling dihua flute will be his. Your voice box will be ripped from your body that reeks of goodness.

Perhaps a fate like that would be too cruel for a mere mortal.

His contract with Rex Lapis flashed in his mind. “Protect the people of Liyue and their children. To this do you dedicate your life to, and I will free you, Alatus.” Maybe his former master’s vile handprints still stained his slender form. The taste of sweet dreams still brings him to his knees, still makes his mouth salivate, still clogs his mind.

Xiao’s breathing was getting heavier. His throat was sore and raspy. Limbs ached from slaying monsters since the day before— a mere distraction to the Adeptus. Yet, in some unorthodox way, you reminded him of the Lord of Geo. That same liberating warmth he felt when he first gazed into considerate amber eyes was in you somehow. If he could steal your essence, which is so full of life, so hopeful, maybe, just maybe….. Concentrate. Concentrate. Don’t think of such preposterous notions! How could a moronic human not even from Liyue be my new savior? Rex Lapis has been nothing but understanding. How could thoughts of throwing it all away for a foolish mutt dare to even trespass my mind!

Displeased, Xiao hurried to fight yet another demon.

However, the thought of finally ending this nightmare, making this naïve mortal absolutely his, seeing your face scrunch into such adorable expressions, left him wanting to succumb to such mesmerizing dreams.

A bite is all he demands, after all.

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bowieandqueen11 · 5 years

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Not Your Fault / Bill Denbrough Imagine

Request: Omg!! I just love your blog!! The content👌👌👌👌👌 Love your writing skills so much and also thanks for finding time to share it with us😁🖤 Also, my idea of a request would be being like a big sister to Bill (IT 2017) trying to help him after the death of his younger brother Thks

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The Denbrough House stood tall, looming on the rainy street like a cracking coffin as the other houses huddled around it, sheltering it from the sunshine and the brilliant light. Those walls heard nothing but pain, even the silent screams, the ones so shrill behind unsmiling smiles of the Denbroughs. You wish things had been easier, but it doesn’t do well to dream on what should have been, what Bill and Georgie Denbrough had deserved and what the roll of fate had dealt them instead.

Ditching your bike on the mildew grass, the words of Richie still ring loud in your ear.

Bring - Bring

‘Right, school’s over assholes, I’ll be down at the arcade training to roundhouse kick Eddie’s mom in the face.’

‘That is just- that is so not funny.’

‘...Don’t you... don’t you think guys, that we should go see him? He must have been awfully lonely today in that big house by himself. God knows his parents won’t have gone near him.’

Eddie and Richie give each other concerned stares, Eddie biting his lip harshly as Richie starts. ‘Maybe it would be best if you go save the day, y/n. We’ve all tried to visit, but you’re the only one he’ll let in.’

The porch stretched the entire frontage of the house, cracking slightly as your footsteps creak over the old wood and white paint. Passing the damp looking wicker chairs in the corner, you started for a second, you’re mind reminding you of all the times the grey slate roof kept off the harshness of the sun from you and Bill. In the fall the two of you would sit back and watch the endless rain, your legs comfortably banging next to each others from where they were criss crossed on the cushions, a smile on his face as Georgie runs out with a nicked bag of popcorn. In the winter Bill would pull out his duvet with his latest book as the hail bounced off the lane, reading it to you as you lay your head on his shoulder. In spring the two of you would clasp warming mugs of tea and look for the new flowers poking through the grass that had begun to shoot up. It was your own little world. Your safe bubble. Bill’s perfect place.

You could see the curtains covering his windows rustle slightly in the wind as you ring the doorbell, feeling a chill roll down your spine as they furl over the cracking wood.

‘Oh, Y/n, I didn’t expect to see you today.... I wasn’t expecting to see anyone today. Hoping, actually.’

You jumped backwards, so lost in your daydream that you hadn’t noticed Bill’s mother opening the door with bloodshot eyes, dabbing the corner of her nose with a crinkled hanky.

‘Actually Mrs Denbrough, I’m here to see Bill.’

Noticing the raising of her eyebrows, the way her fingers twitched towards the doorknob of her door as she shook her head slightly, you reach out your hand to thump against the glass.

‘Actually, Mrs Dembrough, he’s missed a lot of school work and he really needs to catch up.’

You hadn’t expected it to work, but Bill’s mom curtly nodded, opening the door slightly and beckoning you in as she quickly scans her head around the neighbourhood like a thief, stealing you away into the cold house as you began to steal up the stairs.

Bill’s bedroom was furnished on a meagre budget but if was full of a heartfelt warmth. The walls were a creamy colour, a few posters hanging furled on the walls by his cluttered desk, with the single bed pushed up against the wall. You smile gently to see his drawing pad open, glowing white with the slight light that manages to stumble through the closed curtains. Bill sat on the bed, the white duvet crumpled around his feet as he holds a pillow bent in his hand, his fingers picking at the cotton as he gazes into space. After the ‘accident’, Bill would often stare blankly no matter what was happening in his house, no matter who was visiting or who was absent, no matter how often his parents shouted. It wasn’t so much a cold stare, but a vacant one. A guilty one.

You stumble to where he sat in the darkness of the room, sinking down next to his quietly weeping figure.

'Hey, Bill. I’ve missed you. We’ve all missed you.’

Bill raised his head to you, his eyes dull and complexion pale as he stares at you. No, he seems to stare past you. Something pangs in your heart at the way his hands are still shaking, the way he doesn’t react to the dust that swirls through the front of his face in the cold room. He looked dead.

‘Bill...when was the last time you opened the curtains? Or opened the window? Or, jesus Bill, even moved?’

Bill raised his hand, ghostly in the thin stream of light, and wiped the tears pouring from his eyes away from his cheeks. His body seemed to be contorting as he breathed, as if he was trying to control the great sobs that wracked through his core, his eyes swollen and sore as he dipped them again.

‘D-does. Does it m-matter?’

Your fingers swirl over his palm as you pause for a second, ignoring the confused look his doe eyes give you. There was something solemn swimming in his eyes, the despairing chill that they conveyed made you feel heartbroken. You looked away, not able to bear it. The weakness and tiredness in his eyes. Then a tear rolled down his cheek. You didn’t see it, but could feel him crying beside you. Putting your hand on his arm, you gave a small, hopefully encouraging smile.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, gently rubbing your arm. Despite the heaviness in his stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of your body pressed against his. He sunk into the warmth of your side, appreciative of the simple gesture.

‘It was all m-my fault, y/n. All mt-my fault. My parents hate me, and I h-hate me too. I wasn’t even s-sick, you know. I just d-didn’t w-want to go out. And it killed him. It should have been me, y/n. It should have been me.’

You try to blink away the tears that sting against your eyes, your lips quivering to see him so distraught, and to have no idea how to help him. Looking down at the hand that grasps onto your cotton shirt desperately, the two of you just sit there for a while, allowing Bill to let it all out and sob uncontrollably into your chest. You hold him in silence, rocking him slowly as his tears stain your clothes and his cheek smooshes against your neck, his eyes crinkling shut in pain. A tiny lapse lets him pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before he collapsed again, his howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling him back into the outstretched arms of his grief. He eagerly wraps his arms around your waist, once again burying his head into your chest, allowing his eyes to flutter close in a moment of peace.

You reach up to entangle your fingers in his hair, rubbing over his scalp gingerly as you whisper over and over again, ‘it’s not your fault, it’s not your fault.’

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goldenchildkatsuki · 6 years

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AFTER FOLLOWING THE PINK STRING

For the Camp Kacchako Secret Server Swap [@kacchako-server]

Writers note:

Happy server appreciation week!

This is a piece I've written for the Camp Kacchako Secret Server Swap. Using the prompt "We're not friends, but we're not not friends".

For Milk. I hope you enjoy.

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Bakugou gripped a fist full of sheets and pulled them over his head. He wiggled his legs, crawling closer to the wall side of his bed. Eyes shut tightly and hunched into himself. He refused to answer to his father.

He heard the floorboards near his bed creak and the presence of his father looming over him.

"Katsuki, let's not be difficult now, shall we? We're going to be late," his father pleaded as he put a hand on the lump of covers and shook him lightly, "I can guarantee it's going to be a lot of fun," the smile he had on his face melted into the tone of his voice.

No matter how endearing his father tried to sound, Bakugou couldn't imagine a birthday party for a ten-year-old being ‘a lot of fun'. Therefore he would much rather stay in bed and sleep in until decent hours of the day. Until three or so.

Why did his parents have to be so difficult? Yesterday was one of his rare days off and he spent it back at home with the few middle school friends he could still stand. And of course, it got late. They hadn't properly spoken in what seemed like a lifetime. There seemed no end to their conversations, everyone had something to say and he bet that at the end of the night not everything was said.

At the moment he was desperately avoiding a social gathering running on five hours of sleep. His parents were more than aware of that, weren't even upset about him coming home late since they understood the circumstances, or so he thought. Somewhere in the middle of the night his parents changed their mind and didn't even think twice about letting him lay in and bringing a piece of cake back from the party.

Bakugou knew if he kept clinging to his covers and grumbling blunt responses his father would've eventually given in to his stubbornness.

"Katsuki Bakugou, when I come into that room you better be in a goddamn dress shirt or we're going to have a problem!"

But his mother wouldn't.

He rolled his eyes, threw his covers off his head to look at his father who was awkwardly cackling into his hand.

"How mad will she get if I wear the shirt and get back into bed?" Bakugou asked, seriously considering it.

His father's cackling turned into full-on laughter. "On a scale from one to ten? A nine."

"Masaru!"

The two boys both jumped and tensed up.

"Stop dawdling around, that boy should've been up and ready fifteen minutes ago! Do you want us to be late too? God, it's too early to have a headache!"

The man stood up and patted his pants clean. "Make that an eleven. Katsuki, for the love of everything, just get dressed." His voice now more desperate than endearing. He rushed out of the room, trying to calm his wife down as she continued yelling their neighbors out of bed.

Now the slightest chance of him having a quiet day, with the house all to himself, was completely gone. Accepting that there was no way out of this, Bakugou dragged himself out of bed and walked to the chair at his desk. His mother had laid out clothes for him, they were items from his father's latest collection and God was it too fancy for the occasion.

His mother was still trying to impress her sister huh?

That was realistically what all this was about. His mother trying to outshine her obnoxiously well-put together and practically overly-wealthy sister. And since they were very responsible adults -- and also parents -- they couldn't just put their rivalry to rest by screaming in each other's faces and yanking at each other's hair. No of course not. As the very responsible adults and parents they were they had to keep the fight things out by hosting lavish parties, bringing the better dish to serve at them, bragging about their family's achievements, and always go to every family function with husband and kids looking clean-cut and obviously arriving on time at so said function.

Bakugou lifted up the parts of his outfit one by one.

"Really? Fucking suspenders?" He mumbled to himself.

Face twisted with disgust, he released a clothing item from in between his two fingers and reluctantly shuffled to the bathroom. In the shower, he almost fell back asleep again as he was resting his head against the wall instead of properly showering. A loud bang of a door being slammed somewhere around the house forced him to yank himself out of his tiredness. Bakugou then quickly finished up, dried himself and got dressed.

He pulled at almost every part of his outfit coming down the stairs now feeling the discomfort he sensed when he first saw the outfit laying on his chair. Bakugou met his father putting on a necklace around his mother's neck as she was rambling on.

And occasional ‘yes, dear' and ‘it'll be fine, honey' came from the man as he struggled with the tiny chain.

"…I couldn't believe she didn't tell me Yu had found the time to come home. We're going to look so awful when we have nothing for her!"

Bakugou stopped adjusting his tie and looked up. "Wait, Yu is coming?"

His mother sighed. "Yes, now try to find a card in the office. That's the least we could do."

With not a single complaint Bakugou did as he was told, his spirits now much higher. It had been a while since he had seen his cousin Yu. He had seen Mt. Lady more than enough, since the up and coming heroine was climbing through the ranks like crazy. But it had definitely been a stupid amount of time since she ridiculed him until they were fighting like children on the playground. How annoying she could be, she was the only one he would even consider talking to at family gatherings. Yu was the closest thing he had to a peer in the family. Bonus points because she was the only one in the family beside him that couldn't get more bored by extravagant parties. And besides talking shit they could talk about interesting things such as heroics and the tv shows they both happened to watch.

As he looked for a card in one of the drawers in the office he caught himself smiling. Things were not going to be a snooze fest after all. Amidst the countless amount of papers and stationary Bakugou found a card and brought it back to his mother who was now pacing up and down the kitchen. His father stood in the hallway, jingling his car keys. It seemed like he couldn't have come back any sooner because both adults were extremely on edge. Bakugou handed his mother the card and a pen and walked over to his father to wait for her to write something too incredibly cheesy into it. In a matter of seconds, she was done and rushed her family out of the house and into the car by violently waving her hands around.

The drive was long. Long enough for him to take a nap, but the forty minutes of shut-eye barely did anything to him. Made him even drowsier when he got woken up by his father. When Bakugou opened his eyes he was already surrounded by festivities. Big silver and blue balloons everywhere, flags and garlands decorating the high, fresh cut, green hedges. In the front garden children with eyepatches and swords were chasing each other and getting their fancy attire dirty by falling over and rolling in the grass.

Bakugou stepped out of the car and wiped the drool away from the corners of his mouth. His mother noticed and walked over to him, way faster than a woman in heels, in gravel should. She straightened his collar and slicked his hair back as much as she possibly could. Too tired the fight off the woman's grooming he simply scowled at her. When his mother was done she took him by the shoulders.

"What are we going to do today?" She asked like she always did before any social event.

"Behave and enjoy ourselves," Bakugou answered her.

His mother nodded, "And what are we not going to do?"

"Compliment Aunt Takeyama's food. Only eat half of it and then throw the rest in the trash."

The woman smiled and patted her son's shoulder. "That's my boy! Alright, let's get going," she walked over to her husband, clamped to his arm and started walking to the open front door where his aunt was standing. Bakugou buried his hands in his pockets and dragged his feet behind his parents. He turned around to roll his eyes at his mother putting on the most plastic smile to greet her sister and talk about how beautifully she decorated the whole place. Only turned back around when he heard his aunt call out his name.

"Oh Katsuki, you get more handsome every time I see you!"

Before he could come up with an answer that wasn't along the lines of ‘fucking spare me woman' he got smothered by Takeyama, who wagged him from to side as she did. Loosely he wrapped his arms around the woman's back. When she stepped back she ruffled through his hair.

It was like he was in a damn petting zoo.

Bakugou shut an eye as the woman was rough with his hair and it made her laugh.

"Mitsuki dear, what did I say about doing unnecessary things to his hair? You're taking away some of his charm!" Takeyama leaned closer to Bakugou. "They love making you a walking advertisement for the design company don't they?" Before Bakugou could even make a face she stood up straight and laughed until she had to wipe away a tear.

His mother was definitely not going to be in a good mood the whole day, the way her left eye was twitching meant danger and that anyone that valued their life should stay as many miles as possible away from her.

It probably took her all her might but without saying a word to her sister she walked into the mansion, dragging her husband along with her by the arm. Bakugou sighed at the sorry sight of the adults and followed them into the house. The inside of the mansion was packed with people, mostly children. Small, hyperactive and loud children. For fuck sakes, he knew it was a pirate themed birthday party but was it really necessary to run around the house screaming ‘Arrr!' and ‘yo ho!', almost stepping on his feet in the process?

This has got to be one of the worst parties they have ever been to. Bakugou now understood the adults that would groan and say ‘I need a drink'. It seemed like there was no other way to actually enjoy this mess anyways. When he saw his mother come across a family member she actually could stand he decided to part from his parents and go to the kitchen where Yu most likely was, downing prosecco's like it was her twentieth birthday.

Bakugou waded his way into the kitchen, snatching a very fitting, pirate-themed snack from the island and shoving it into his mouth. He pushed through the mass that was standing around the food and almost fell into the other end of the kitchen. Trying not to curse he put his heel back in his loafer and looked up. He followed the legs of what seemed to be a girl. His eyes kept trailing from the outskirts of her white dress, up to her red band around her small waist to her collarbones. He felt his cheeks and ears getting warmer as he sized the girl up. When he reached her face he choked on the saliva he had to swallow down.

"Uraraka?!"

"Bakugou?!"

The girl almost dropped her glass of orange juice out of her hand, a bit spilling over the glass and onto her hands. Bakugou luckily shot forwards and could just about catch the glass with her. His hands covered hers and as soon as he realized that his skin was in direct contact with hers he took three large steps back.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He yelled at her.

She put her glass down on the counter behind her and wiped her hands on a dishtowel. "What am I doing here? W-w-what are you doing here?" Uraraka stammered.

A question as simple as that he couldn't answer straight away. Bakugou was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that she was standing right there, in his aunt's kitchen. He didn't even know Uraraka that well, how was it possible that she was invited to a party his family was hosting?

Bakugou knew he always wanted someone his actual age at these kinds of things but did it really have to be her? Someone he only knew because they had mutual friends? Which was the only reason they came into contact in the first place.

His friend Kirishima had stayed in good contact with his middle school friends, unlike Bakugou. One of those middle school friends happened to be Ashido Mina, who attended an all-girl hero school. Kirishima often dragged Bakugou along with him when he was meeting up with her. If it was for the sake of helping Bakugou be less antisocial or if it was for emotional support as he was sure Kirishima had some kind of crush on the girl, he had no idea. But almost every week, he stood there in the arcade that met in the middle of their schools.

And sometimes with Kaminari who also managed to get himself roped up in the mess. But most of the time the guy was too busy talking to the girl at the gift shop or the guy waiting tables and Bakugou was left alone with the friend Ashido dragged along with her; Uraraka Ochako.

When that occurred more than anyone wanted, Uraraka made an attempt talking to him. But they could never hold up a conversation. The longest conversation they had was about school and that lasted about a solid three minutes. Truth be told, Bakugou didn't care to pay that much attention to her to keep up the conversation. During their awkward small talk, Bakugou would mostly glare at Kirishima, inaudibly demanding him to hurry up trying to woo Ashido.

Because of the lack of attention he paid to her he barely had an idea who she was exactly, but he sure as well knew she wasn't a relative.

But Bakugou still had to ask.

"Don't tell me we're-"

"-No!" She cut him off. "Definitely not!"

"Then what are you…?"

Out of nowhere Bakugou got gripped by the wrist and dragged back through the mass of people. He tried to pull away before he stumbled over his feet but the grip was strong. He prayed to God it wasn't his mother making him meet several people he didn't have any interest in. Once out of the kitchen he got pinned to a wall.

"Finally, I was looking everywhere for you!"

"Yu, what the fuck? You know you could just fucking pardon me, you know, like a normal person?"

The girl dragged one of the cabinets in the hall opposite him, pushed a couple of things aside and jumped on it. She let out a satisfied sigh and swung her legs in the air, letting her feet take a break from the ridiculously high heels she was most likely forced to wear.

Bakugou couldn't help himself from laughing at the sight.

He huffed. "I see you're also having a great time."

Slowly the heroine lifted her head and stared angrily at him. "Are you kidding me? I'm having an awful time! Have you seen these?" Yu pointed at her heels. "Mom is making me run around in those hellish things and take care of this party turned into a freaking daycare."

Bakugou folded his arms and smirked at his cousin. "You can say ‘screw that' now that I'm here. What do you say we go trip up some kids and bet on which aunt is going to get inappropriately drunk first?"

To his surprise, Yu's expression didn't clear up. Instead, her glare turned a frown. She groaned as she rubbed the heel of her foot. "I wish I could say ‘screw that' but mom says if I don't help the party go smoothly she's cutting off my extra funds. Do you know how quiet it has been lately? I have barely done any hero work this month. I need every penny I can get."

The boy was about to counter his cousin, not taking Yu's moaning or her mother's threats seriously but stopped himself from speaking as he heard the furious clicking of heels above the loudly speaking guests.

"Goodness, where have all the raspberries gone! And this white wine isn't cold. We need ice. We need more ice! Yu!"

Bakugou was about to swallow his words. He recognized that tone all too well. To the guests, it might sound like it's nothing harmful. But relatives from his mother's side could hear it. The menacing undertone that was hidden underneath a voice as sweet as honey. His aunt really wasn't screwing around this time.

Yu flinched, jumped back on her feet and crawled behind Bakugou. The gigantification hero trying to make herself small behind him, how ironic. When the violent clicking of the heels faded and no one called her presence out, she went to stand in front of Bakugou.

"I have to take care of that as well? I can't take it. I still have an entire freaking treasure hunt game to host. I need to get people to play, I need to make teams, I need…" Slowly Yu's gaze drifted from Bakugou's eyes to over his shoulder. Bakugou followed her eyes and saw her looking at Uraraka who was still standing at the kitchen counter.

"Wait, do you know that girl you were talking to earlier?"

"Hah?"

Bakugou's cousin didn't even wait for him to confirm before waving the girl over, hissing at her as if she were a cat in an attempt to lure her over. Bakugou looked up at Yu as if she had gone mad but she ignored his perplexed face.

Uraraka peeped around the corner, wrapping her fingers around the doorpost of the kitchen. "I'm sorry, were you calling out for me?" She asked.

Takeyama nodded and took a few steps back, taking in the two. She pointed two fingers at the pair.

"Are you two friends?"

"Friends?" Bakugou and Uraraka raised their voice in unison.

They both stumbled over their words, taken by surprise by Takyama's forward ways.

"We're not!" Bakugou answered.

"I guess we are," Uraraka spoke over him.

The two turned their heads towards each other and got red in the face. Normally Yu would've been on the floor laughing, clutching her stomach and gasping for air after seeing Bakugou embarrassed like that but she kept staring at them, desperately waiting for them to elaborate the miscommunication.

Bakugou furrowed his brow. "We're not friends," Bakugou said, more asked, trying to confirm with Uraraka.

"Erm, actually we aren't friends no, but we're also not not friends. We have mutual friends so I thought I could refer to you as, erm…A friend," she explained whilst scratching the side of her head.

Bakugou blinked at Uraraka, trying to make sense of what she had just told him. Takeyama seemed to think that the girl's explanation was more than enough to continue her scheming. Satisfied she clapped her hands together.

"Right! I'm going to put you two in a team for the String Treasure Hunt. Man, if mom sees I got mister grouchy pants over here to participate then she'll be over the moon!"

"Grouchy? That's rich coming from you. And who says I want to participate anyway?"

Yu put on her one in a million menacing grin and loomed over him like she loomed over tall buildings in the city when fighting crime. She laid a finger on his chest and pressed down. "Because I said so. I already did you a favor by putting you in a team with a lovely girl instead of…"

She tilted her head towards the living area where children were screaming, tugging at each other and wiping their grubby hands on the tablecloths.

"Now you're going to go on the hunt. Oh, and I dare you to get difficult with me," she cackled maniacally. "I dare you to get difficult with me after all this anger I built up after running around in these stupid shoes for hours, see where that will get you."

Bakugou kept glaring at Yu, hoping that it would somehow change her mind but the woman was seriously dead set on getting him to play along. In the corner of his eye, he saw looking at the two, quietly fidgeting with the lace that hung over her white skirt.

He sighed deeply and then pushed Yu's finger off his chest. He did know better than causing a scene at a party, especially in front of someone who was only now really getting to know him. If he would bite back at Yu like he normally would then his mother won't let him hear the last of it.

"Fine."

Uraraka's face lit up a little and she flashed him a modest smile. "Maybe it'll be fun."

The boy clicked his tongue and pushed past the two ladies and lazily waved at them as he walked off. "Let me know when you're done, I'll be mentally preparing myself in a corner," he said to his cousin expecting for the preparations to take a while but the heroine managed to put pep in her step. Yu was strutting around the mansion faster than he ever imagined she could with all those blisters. Bakugou felt like he hadn't sat down for a minute or Yu had already dragged him off a chair in the sitting area.

As he tried to struggle against her grip, his cousin took him to the living area where different color strings were strung around, forming a vibrant spiderweb. The kids had taken off their eyepatches and ogled at, what Bakugou had to admit, the impressive game Yu had set up. Pretty good for someone that actually couldn't give two shits.

Uraraka was just as impressed as the kids were, fawning to Yu over the ‘amazing set up' with the lightest blush on her face. The girl had to be careful, she had no idea how quickly praise could go to Yu's head. As a matter of fact, it was already happening. Bakugou could tell by the way she laughed the compliments off.

"Can we start already?" Bakugou interrupted the two girls.

The kids chimed in, erupting in cheers. Immediately Yu's mood soured.

"Alright!" She shouted above the noise. "Little pirates."

Bakugou cocked his eyebrow at her.

"I'm going to keep it simple. You and your sailor buddy are going to hunt for treasure. Pick a string. Follow it and the first person to get to the end will get a prize."

Yu was barely halfway through her explanation or the children were already grabbing onto the string with the color they admired the most. She let down her front and blew the stray blonde strands out of her face as she glowered at the overexcited children. Bakugou shrugged and reached his hand out to grab hold of a string only for it to be slapped away.

"Ow! What the hell?!"

His cousin handed him a pink string. "You two are getting this one. It's a little more complicated so you don't win," she explained. She then noticed that the children had already started the hunt, without her start signal and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Now, just go," Yu said before falling on the couch behind her.

Bakugou wrapped his hand around the pink string and looked back at Uraraka who tried to check if his cousin was okay.

"Let's get this over with," he told her.

After giving one quick look back at Yu, Uraraka nodded and followed him as he followed the string. Though their start was a little delayed they kept bumping into children. Children that had taken the game too seriously and cursed ‘like sailors' at him for getting in the way of their hunt. Bakugou had to bury his nails into the palm of his hand to control his urge not to kick those brats into next week. Faster he started pulling at the string and he managed to get out of the web and sea of annoying children, relatively quickly. No one's paths crossed with other hunters anymore and in a matter of a few pulls, Bakugou and Uraraka found themselves completely separated from any string but their own.

When Yu she was going to make it a little more complicated, she was really wasn't fucking kidding. It was absolutely ridiculous. They had been to almost every corner of the mansion's gigantic first floor and as if it couldn't get any more stupid they actually managed to end up outside.

Uraraka had sensed that he was becoming tenser by the minute and has said a few things here and there to lighten the mood. What she exactly said Bakugou couldn't make out because he couldn't hear it over his own complaints.

"How did she even have the time to go all the way to here?!"

"We're so fucking far out I can barely hear people talking, this is stupid!"

"Who even needs this big of a garden?!"

A string of curses escaped his mouth as he saw the string disappear into a high hedge. He tugged at the string and felt like they weren't close to the end, there were at least a couple of meters left to chase. Upon finding that out, he had run out of patience.

Playtime was over.

Fuck strolling, he was going to dash to the end, even if he had to yank Uraraka with him.

Bakugou aggressively pushed his body through the hedge. His right foot touching a small ledge which he then too confidently slipped too far ahead. His heart skipped a beat as he fell through the hedge and saw that beneath him was the old pond, disgustingly green from the lack of maintenance. Bakugou squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the impact of the water as he came to terms that there was no way he could twist, turn or step to regain his balance.

Suddenly he felt pull at his arm, so hard it could've popped his shoulder out of its place and he got pushed with his back against the hedge. Bakugou had only opened his eyes for a second but just in time to see Uraraka fly face first into the pond and get indulged entirely by the green algae.

"Damn it!" Bakugou barked and jumped into the water without thinking.

With his arms, he waved around to find Uraraka in the thick sludge until his lungs shrunk small. When he started to get lightheaded he jerked his hair out of the water. Hurriedly he tried to fill up his lungs again, with the palms of his hands he cleared his face and upon opening, he saw the girl standing right in front of him.

The adrenaline slowly left his body and he stood up straight, the water only going up to his chest.

"I also thought it was deeper," Uraraka reassured, giggling when she did.

Bakugou looked around him. The water felt even more disgusting than it looked. His clothes were definitely ruined. More importantly, so were hers. She should've just let him fall in. That's what he would've done in her case. Only now it hit him how he hadn't been the most fun person to be around.

Like him, she had most likely been dragged here against her will and put in the middle of a bunch of snobby lunatics. Even dressed exceptionally nice only for it to go to waste because of his impatient ass.

You would think all her efforts had gone to waste. But she still looked particularly appealing. Which was kind of baffling, honestly?

Bakugou wasn't blind. He had noticed her alluring features before.

But the fact that they were still able to shine through underneath all that yuck she was covered in?

Yes, it really was baffling.

He reached his hand out and took the lily pad that had been sulking on her head. Bakugou watched his own movements and he slid the lily pad off her head and her giggling faded. Thankfully she bowed her head a little. He noticed more things were stuck in her hair and reached out again to get a few things out of her hair that was already starting to tangle. Careful not to pull any of her hairs too hard he continued to pick out the pond's dirt.

After some time she lifted her head making his fingers slide along the frame off her face. Her eyes met his and he noticed the bright gleam in them.

"Thank you, Bakugou."

Bakugou could feel a violent tug at his heartstrings which sent the fibers in his body into a panic. He turned away from her and went with his hand through his wet spikes.

"It's like she forgot how she got in here in the first place. Isn't she going to get mad or something?" He whispered to himself against his shoulder.

The girl waded closer to him and cocked her head. "Did you say something there?"

"I said we should get out of here." Bakugou lied.

Together they started wading out of the waters of the pond. Bakugou lifted himself back up the thin ledge carefully stood up. He then lent a hand to Uraraka and helped her out. Both of them were leaking guck and looked and smelled like wet dogs.

"Can we maybe..?" Uraraka questioned, gesturing to her clothing.

"Get a towel? Of course, I'm not trying to catch a cold either." Bakugou mumbled as he took out his dress shirt from within his shirt and wrangled the water out of it.

He led the way back from the neglected parts of the back garden to the side of the house. Bakugou was well aware that if he entered through the big slide doors and dirtied Aunt Takeyama's marble floor his mother and his aunt were going to join forces to scold the hell out of him. So he chose to go through a back door instead. Behind it a staircase that would lead to the second floor.

Bakugou opened the door and stuck his head around the corner, making sure it was actually an abandoned corner of the house as it was supposed to be. Fortunately, it was and he sneaked Uraraka to the second floor with him.

He hadn't been on the second floor for a hot minute. The last time was when he was half his age and he had to sleep over at his aunt's house when his parent's company was starting to really thrive and they had to go abroad to some sort of Fashion Week. Since then, obviously, a lot had changed. Somehow the interior had gotten whiter and the family added more unnecessary expensive interior.

"Wait here," he told Uraraka.

Bakugou looked down at their feet and saw that they were already starting to create a puddle on the white floorboards. Since they couldn't be gone for too long he couldn't have the water all across the second floor which he then had to clean up. He waited for her to nod at him and then went on the search for the bathroom, which had proven to be more difficult of a task then he anticipated. For some reason, it looked like that they somehow added doors to the second floor. Impossible of course. But the illusion sure sent his mind spinning. Bakugou kept opening doors hoping that he didn't have to walk around for much more and just stumble upon the bathroom.

Eventually, he didn't find what he was looking for, but it was good enough. He found the washing room which also served as a storage room for the towels. He grabbed two of the largest towels he could find, threw one over his head and the other over his shoulder. With a relieved sigh he turned out of the laundry room and saw that the second floor was empty.

"Uraraka?!" He hissed.

God damn it, so he wasn't imagining the echo of floorboards creaking and doors opening. As he tried to make his feet light as feathers he tried to rush over to the spot where he left her. Halfway Bakugou came to a halt as he noticed an open door and saw Uraraka sitting on her knees. He squeezed himself between the small slit the door and the doorframe and slowly put the door in its lock.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" He tried to keep himself from yelling as he crouched down next to her.

Uraraka held up a disc cover of a game in front of his face. "I can't believe they have all "The Hoodlums" games here! These are classics!

Bakugou shook his head as if he had to wake himself up from a dream before he could even try to come up with a reply she showed him another game.

"Hoodlums: Sin City. Hoodlums: The Last Bullet. Hoodlums: Burning Skyscrapers." Uraraka continued to ramble on as she flashed the disc covers in front of his face.

When she wanted to go into the box again to search for another game he lowered her hand. When he touched her it was as if I lightbulb lit up above her head. She had now realized what she was doing and understood that this was in fact, very strange.

Uraraka dropped the game she was holding and waved her hands in front of her face. "I'm sorry I-! I have a habit of wandering off, especially since I have never been in a house this big before. I never meant to actually go into a room. Oh and I swear I'm not making excuses for myself by saying it's a habit! I…Erm…Can you forgive me?"

She clapped her hands together and bowed, peeping through her lashes waiting for Bakugou to answer.

Damn, that girl didn't speak too much but when she spoke, she rambled. Again, he could barely get what she was saying. That didn't matter, however. There were other things that needed explaining.

"Wait, you actually know about all these games?" He asked.

Uraraka sat up straight again and blinked at him. "Y-yeah?" She then raised an eyebrow. "Who do you think came up with the plan to go to the arcade in the first place? I knew Mina was going to drag me along to hang out with Kirishima so I had to make sure I was going to get dragged to a place where I could at least have a little bit of fun." With the last breath she had, she blew the bangs upwards.

"But you never play any games in the arcade," Bakugou remembered.

Uraraka lowered her shoulders and let out another puff of air. "Because it's never really fun to play them on your own."

The boy opened his mouth but was then quick to close it. He stayed silent as Uraraka peered at him, confusion on her face.

Could she give him a moment? He had just now found out how much of a fucking dumbass he was. He didn't think of himself of that much of a clueless, socially-inept idiot but damn did he prove himself wrong. It made him wonder why she didn't drown him in the pond right there and then.

"…You wanted to play with me, right?"

Uraraka breathed out a laugh, "Yes."

"…But I didn't pay attention."

"Erm, unfortunately not."

That's it, the girl had gone through enough shit for one day. Bakugou took the towel off his shoulder and threw it over Uraraka's head. She pulled at the ends and wrapped herself in the towel properly.

"Come on then, let's play," Bakugou casually said.

"Huh?"

"I said let's play. Any game you want but don't complain if you fall behind." Bakugou heard Uraraka snort as he went underneath the tv and checked if the old console they needed to play the old school game with was still intact. When he confirmed it was still working he looked for two controllers and handed one to her.

Uraraka handed him "The Hoodlums: Sin City" one of the best games of the franchise. If he had to be honest, the release of that game was probably where the franchise piqued. The girl indeed had taste.

They went to sit with their back against the couch sitting in front of the tv. When they went onto the loading screen they both let out a satisfied sigh as they got hit by all kinds of nostalgia. The two turned their heads to each other and Bakugou let out a small chuckle. He started a new game, set the game to two players and went onto story mode.

Bakugou put his controller on his lap and cracked his fingers. "Like I said, don't complain if you fall behind."

"Sure."

Did he sense a little sass in her voice?

Turns out Uraraka was sassy with him and rightfully so. Watching her play the game was like watching a tutorial on Youtube. Hell, he started wondering if she didn't have anything to do with developing the game she was so familiar with it.

Bakugou knew the thought was silly but again, he couldn't help but ask.

"So, what do you parents do?" He decided not to beat around the bush.

"That's a little strange to ask especially since we're mid-shootout," Uraraka kept her eyes on the screen, biting her bottom lip as she hurriedly kept moving the joysticks around and clicking the trigger. Watching her sent shivers down his spine for some reason.

"My parent's have a construction company. My dad actually helped rebuild part of this mansion. Mister Takeyama was actually very grateful for that. They became friends I believe. When mister Takeyama heard my dad had a daughter he invited my parents and me over for the birthday party, not knowing that I was more than one and a half times older than the birthday boy."

Bakugou just hummed. No daughter of the developer of the game then. That did not explain her stupid amount of skill but it did explain how she ended up here.

He could tell that after answering his question that he should probably not ask anymore since she had leaned almost all the way forwards she was trying to concentrate that hard. Besides, he was slacking anyway. Later on, he realized that he couldn't be doing that. He had forgotten how tense the missions were the deeper you went into the story. It asked for a surprising amount of energy to defeat the gangs and their bosses that were getting tougher and tougher.

Uraraka had started to reach her limits he had noticed. Her back was back against the couch and her body was slumping. As they progressed through the story he gradually felt more of her body weight against his shoulder. Their bodies have gotten hot after sitting in the same place for so long and their heat was starting to merge together. The hottest areas on Bakugou body were his face and his shoulder, which Uraraka had now rested her head on. Between loading screens, he would peep at her from behind the towel he still had on his head.

She had stopped biting her lip and was now sort of pouting. Her cheeks were rosier than usual and one was squished against his shoulder. Her lashes batted slowly as if she could fall asleep any second from now.

Bakugou didn't dare move.

As soon as the loading screen disappeared Bakugou pressed pause and Uraraka took a while to react. Bakugou jerked his chin back a little to look at her.

"Let's take a break. I don't want you feeling asleep now."

Uraraka hummed and took her head off his shoulder. Bakugou got a thought, it shot through his mind lightning fast.

He actually didn't mind having her so close to him.

Uraraka yawned and held her hand lazily in front of her mouth, tears formed in her eyes and for some reason, it made the corners of his mouth twitch.

"You kinda suck you know?" She continued to yawn.

"Just because you play too good for you own good." Bakugou fired back.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, propped up her knee and rested her chin on it.

"You're fun to game with though." She whispered as if it were a secret that she was a little ashamed to even tell him.

Bakugou eyebrows perked up. "Oh?"

"Mhm."

"Then we should play games together more often." Bakugou made sure to look her in the eye as he told her that. He watched the drowsiness slightly disappear from her face as she took in what he said.

Uraraka leaned forwards. "Really?"

"Yeah…Isn't that the type of shit friends do?"

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Peach Bottom - Chapter Six

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The first day brought Tye to the edge of the Manayunk swamplands.

She saw the wrecked valley first from a high rise, the half-built tower a stark slice of ruined modernity falling into disrepair in the swamp below. It had been one of the first built in Philly, and it was started too late - ruined in the rainy season by a hurricane that had brought the river up into Manayunk and kept it there.

The ruins of the old ground houses themselves were bizarre - at one point, they had clearly been bright, expensive. They had that clean, outlined look, and through some crumbling walls and broken windows she could see arches and high ceilings. Most were row homes, but on the edges of the neighborhood, she could see mansions - great, sprawling stone and wood homes, porches now almost entirely submerged.

Shockingly, she saw boats and makeshift rafts, even two girls laid out on the roof of one of those porches. She glided around the high rise slowly, looking down, searching, though she knew it was unlikely that a group on foot would’ve ventured into the swamp, even if it did seem like there were folks still living in the second and third stories of drowned homes. There was even something like the Mt Danu market set up on the roof of what could’ve been a school in a previous life.

She hover-burst over the edge of her high-rise, let herself fall a while and then caught herself with another burst on an old rail line winding around the outside of the edge of town, just distant enough to be separate - water lapping at low, sunken arches, the buildings abruptly slumping downwards, drowning out into a lower plane. Distant enough to see.

Distant enough to be seen, Tye thought. She remembered when Sandy had said - two policemen, shot. This would be a real hunt, then.

A real hunt. And her baby-

There was a sudden flash - a reflection off the road ahead, that was all, but the fucked up parts of her took that moment and made a spark into a bolt, leaping through her.

Tye pumped the brakes, teetering for a second and then veering for longer, and then, for only an instant, scraping against the sideboards before she and the bike slammed against the side-rail, a thick old thing that bent with a screaming bang, catching the bike, which in turn caught her handles to gut, air wrenched from her like a solid thing that gagged her, legs flying over her head in slow motion, and she went over.

It took longer than she expected for the smack, and with a frothy gulp the river swallowed her, and then there was a universe of sparkling bubbles against an emerald sky above, a stunning instant before the cold, and the dark, and the sloping decay of that brilliance into nothing but a murky sun.

Something slammed into her shoulder, but instead of falling, instead of something real like that, the world hurled itself around her as she spun off to the side and down, the last desperate bubbles like pearls slipping between her teeth. A momentary cocoon of darkness, with that line of bright, ungraspable - the world slowed, and -

A telephone pole, she’d knocked into a telephone pole, and there were buildings, buildings draped with algae, an old highway clogged with cars that never made it out before the storm, a fallen stampede, a graveyard of desperation encased in steel and flooded fuel.

Fish flicked between, around, through houses and cars, and there must be clean bones down there, and at least she would be among them, she found the thought like a thorn through her soul, because this could be peace. This could be peace. It could just stop, finally.

Xena.

The water was thick as sand pressing down around her, her limbs clunky and frozen, her big boots like boulders at her ankles.

Her hands were claws in front of her, scraping against the black.

The sun was nowhere, now. And then, through frantic force, everywhere.

She burst up in a searing flash of light and a raw gasp, static blooming over her vision as she tried to even her breathing, slow her frantic flailing, breathe, breathe, breathe.

Breathe. Xena whispered it the fourth time, her voice a drop on the surface, rippling out.

Tye leaned back in the water, letting her boots drift as the rest of her body floated, suspended in the arch of her back. She breathed.

The swim to shore always takes longer than you think it will, her mom had said once. Tye’s arms burned and her mouth stung with salt and something sour and chemical that was probably currently cancering her up. Eventually the buildings rose close enough to the surface that she found herself pushing off the sides of roofs and chimneys, superhero soaring over the sunken world below.

When the sun was high and her arms seared too much to work against the current, she clambered up a surfaced roof, the wood bending, groaning with rot beneath her, but the sun shucked water from her in wavering steam, the skin tingling, muscles relaxing despite themselves.

She shut her eyes and the sun stayed there, bleached into the lids. After a moment she sat up, groaning. She pulled off her shoes and sopping socks, stuffing the latter into the toe of the former and knotting the laces together after. The boots hung like weights when she lifted them to hang around her shoulders. She felt stupid for not doing this sooner. Free, her feet felt raw, delicate brown toes curled into each other. Dimly, she noticed pink and red ankles, rubbed raw, blisters like waxy paper where they’d burst.

She couldn’t even feel them.

Tye reached forward, intent on picking one off, but as she stretched her shoulder popped and a jarring jolt of vertigo rocketed through her, the slapping sound of the water fading into a piercing, static whine, her vision greying out and and pain popping, sparking down her spine.

Her head hit the roof with a wet thump.

In the flat disc of bright water before the shore, she saw a shadow she hadn’t noticed before slipping quietly across the way - a boat, a simple rower, and a child standing at the steer, dark skin shining in the sun, her face too far to see, but the familiar shape of her - of baby girls, small and shining and needing.

“Xena!” she shouted, but her mouth betrayed her, whispering it instead.

Too far away to have heard, the girl tilted her head. Turned behind her, and then there was another little girl, and another, and they squabbled in their nest - needing, needing, needing.

The sun burned. Her ears fizzed, and the world was a solid, steady whine.

Tye shut her eyes. For a moment. Just a moment.

First came smell - the scent of disinfectant, mildew, and cloth. The cloth was a blanket, she thought, but when she opened her eyes she realized it was a sleeping bag, wrapped intimately around her vulnerably unconscious form. She sat up quickly, head spinning, and took in her surroundings - an empty room that looked as if it had been a classroom in a previous life, dusty desks shoved off into one corner, chairs stacked, a cracked screen hanging lopsided at the front.

What was beside her interested her more, however - a backpack. Not her backpack - that was back with her bike up on the high rise, oh fuck, let it still be up on that high rise - but this backpack was green, and made of thick, rough fabric, and overburdened on all sides with different bundles and wraps, an enormous water-bottle bulging out of a pocket.

The top was unzipped. Inside, an open medical kit, and -

Granola bars.

As if suddenly remembering itself, her stomach moaned.

Tye snatched the granola bars and stood up, swaying for a moment before steadying herself. The room was devoid of the backpack owner, but they’d surely be back soon. It was odd that they’d trusted her, an unconscious stranger, here with their stuff at all. Unless -

Tye tip-toed over to the door, trying the handle. It opened easily, and with one fervent look up and down the hall, she ducked out and into another classroom, where she promptly devoured the granola bars, sucking water from a dripping sink after.

Satiated, she made her way back out into the hall, moving quickly from corner to corner, then down a flight of concrete stairs.

Here, she stopped, frozen. Here, she heard voices.

“... should be fine. You did excellent, bringing her here. Very mature.” A deep voice, slightly accented. Jamaican?

The murmur of a child, and then a great, bellowing laugh that made her jump.

“I think I have some granola bars, if you’d like those,” the voice said, and to Tye’s terror, footsteps started towards the door she’d perched behind.

With nothing else to do without making too much sound and betraying herself anyway, Tye flattened herself behind where the door would open, holding her breath.

In a moment, out came a man - tall, Black, locks tied up behind his head and the flash of glasses. And following him - two little girls, one with a round dark head that leapt out at her - the girl from the boat. Not Xena, then. Not even Xena’s age - so young.

She waited - the urge to breathe thrumming in her chest - until they’d passed her, heading for the stairs, where - she realized - they would turn on the landing and see her cowering behind the door. She caught the door quickly before it closed, not daring to look behind her as she slipped out and around, heart hammering.

The sun was a familiar burn on her face. She felt odd - dry and sticky where she’d been exposed, but whoever had put her in that sleeping bag - probably the man she’d seen, by the looks of it - hadn’t bothered to take off her wet clothes (praise), so she was clammy everywhere else.

Once outside, it was easy to find her way back up the highrise to where her bike was thankfully still lodged between the edge of the road and the low wall that hadn’t done shit to stop her from flying over the edge.

Casting one last glance across the water to the school she’d snuck from, Tye started up the bike again, heart still hammering away despite the lack of danger, a ferocious, pointless guilt now lodged in her granola-bar filled stomach.

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#peach bottom #original work #philadelphia #manayunk #speculative fiction

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Heaven Can’t Wait - Chapter 37

Chapter Thirty-Seven - Confused and Conflicted

One of the girls that works in the mess hall passes out candles. Bellamy’s is in a little tin cup. Clarke and Niylah share one which means they’re going to be together after lunch. Probably going back to Clarke’s quarters.

When Clarke reaches for Niylah’s hand, he can’t take it anymore. He knows he’s being a jealous, petty ass, but it’s been a crappy couple of days, and after everything, he can’t watch the two of them together no matter how platonic their relationship might be.

“I’ve got some work to do,” he mumbles as he collects Heaven, Bae, and the scraps of food.

Clarke starts at his sudden movement. Niylah gives him a thoughtful look as usual. Her hand slips from Clarke’s—a lot more naturally than when Bellamy attempted the same thing minutes ago. She knows. Goddamnit, she knows. How does everyone know except Clarke?

Maybe if you quit being an idiot and tell her.

Shut up.

“Bellamy-” Clarke says softly, tearing at his heart. But she doesn’t say anything else so he leaves. Like an idiot.

She probably does know. You’re not exactly good at hiding your feelings, especially for Clarke.

Then why doesn’t she say anything?

Because you don’t talk about it.

But why does it have to be me that starts it?

The thoughts spin in his head, adding to his ever-present headache. Why does everything have to be so hard?

“Bellamy, wait,” Niylah calls, catching up to him. She doesn’t have a candle. “I need to talk to you.”

“What about?” he asks in what he hopes is a neutral tone.

Niylah looks back at the mess hall. “I didn’t want to say anything in front of Clarke, but-”

He tenses. “Something did happen to you.”

“Nothing serious—just several people near my quarters that yell obscenities. Some graffiti. Then yesterday-” She took a deep breath like she was making a decision then pulled up her sleeve. “One of my neighbors didn’t like the way I was looking at him.”

Bellamy sees red. He hates to think any Arkadian could be that cruel, but he knows it’s true and will get worse. “What’s the neighbor’s name?”

Niylah hesitates. “I’d rather not say—I don’t want to cause more trouble; I just thought you should know.”

Now I’ll have to talk to everyone in that hall. To Niylah, he nods. “Thanks for letting me know. If anything else happens-”

“I know.” She smiles at Heaven then returns to Clarke. Bellamy waits until she’s near the weak light coming from the mess hall before he leaves

Nothing is ever easy. At least his excuse to Clarke isn’t a lie anymore—he really does have some work to do.

Thankfully, the guard office is empty. He sets Heaven on one side of the desk, clearing a space for the candle, and rips another page from the old ledger book. He sets it and the marker in front of Heaven.

Heaven’s grin calms his nerves and eases the dread knotting his stomach. He watches her scribble intently for a minute before grabbing the closest tablet.

“Bae,” Heaven says, holding up the paper.

Bellamy smiles. “It looks just like her.”

Heaven nods like she agrees then gets back to work, tongue caught between her teeth in concentration. She’s adorable. She’s exactly what’s been missing in his life. The thought startles him, and he shoves it away, focusing on the tablet.

He scrolls through the files, looking for the reports from the yard incident. There are seven now including the one he’d typed up when he couldn’t sleep. The others are from Miller and his dad, Cadet Camden, and Harper. Tyson and Olsen also each filed a report. Half of them didn’t see anything, and the other half are full of shit. There is no way those two grounders started something with Henderson with all of those people around. Sure the grounders like to fight, but they’re not stupid.

Of course, the reports he can trust—from the Millers and Harper—didn’t see the fight start but were there when it escalated into a near-riot. The cadet’s account sounds coached so probably useless. Tyson’s and Olsen’s reports are the most interesting. According to them, they saw the Grounder prisoners attack an unsuspecting Henderson. They did their best to control the fight but were outnumbered and attacked themselves.

Bellamy tosses the tablet onto the table. What a bunch of bullshit. Control the fight? Control it so that Henderson had a better chance of beating the Grounders. Outnumbered? Maybe by the Guard trying to stop the riot but there were only two Grounders there. He feels a sick growl building at the back of his throat. He’d wanted to be a guard since he was ten and figured out he could help keep his family safe that way, but this isn’t the Guard he joined six years ago.

Heaven yawns so he sets her on the sofa, tucking his jacket around her. She curls up with Bae, a little smile on her face. And, god, his heart is shattering because this is going to all be over in another day.

Then life can go back to normal.

He wishes he knew what the hell normal was. And why it had to be so miserable.

With a heavy sigh, he drops back into his chair and rubs at his face. The tablet’s harsh light isn’t doing anything for his headache, but he goes over the reports again, noticing one thing missing—statements from the Grounders. He frowns. It’s not surprising considering what happened. There also wasn’t anything he could do about it at the moment. He glances at Heaven, already snoring softly.

Could all go back to normal, the voice goads.

His head falls against the metal desk. He bangs it softly a couple times, frustrated.

“Knock, knock,” someone says at the door. Bellamy looks up at David Miller. “I didn’t want to wake her.’

Bellamy looks over at Heaven again. “She’s kind of used to it by now. Did you need something?”

“Oh, no, I just left my jacket earlier.” He points to it hanging behind the desk. Bellamy leans back and snatches it from the hook. He expects David to just leave, but the older man fidgets, twisting the jacket between his hands. “Nathan says Kane’s really been pressuring you about this Commander thing.”

Bellamy makes a face and pretends to go back to reading reports. “He’s crazy.”

“I know you don’t believe it, Bellamy, but there are those of us that support you. You’re exactly what we need here. I know you see the mess things are in. Loyalties are split, morale is low, accountability is almost nonexistent. Kane’s too busy worrying about keeping us all alive.”

“Did he send you over here to sell me on his crazy plan?”

David grins. “No. I wasn’t planning on getting involved-”

“No more than throwing my name into the hat.”

David sits in Heaven’s abandoned chair. “If you want my opinion, I think we need someone younger in charge. Someone that didn’t live by the old rules. Someone that has experience with the Grounders, and not the kind of experience Tyson and his goons have. They don’t see them as people. And I know you have your issues with them-”

“Number one being they all want me dead.”

“But from everything Nate’s told me, you’d never let your personal feelings get in the way of doing your job.”

“Well, I’m not sure where Nate was those first months on the ground because it apparently wasn’t in my camp. We survived because of Clarke, not me. I just made things worse.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Bellamy.”

Bellamy sighs, leaning back. He shoves his hands through his hair. “David, I appreciate the pep talk and your faith, however misguided, but I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this job when the Grounders are plotting to kill me and at least a quarter of the Guard kicked the crap out of me the other day. I can’t do this.”

“What were you doing before I came in here?”

Bellamy takes a moment to answer, blindsided by the sudden change of subject. “I was reading through the reports from the attack.”

“Why? It’s not your job to read reports and investigate crimes. You’re a guard. Barely above a cadet. Do you even have a rank?”

Bellamy crosses his arms irritated. “Your point?”

“You know my point. You have to take care of everything and everyone yourself, and you would hate yourself if something happened that you can prevent. What you did with those kids—keeping them alive, getting them out of Mt. Weather—isn’t something to scoff at. A bunch of juvenile delinquents with authority issues. But you did it because you couldn’t not do it.” He stands, slipping on his jacket. “Maybe it’s time you have a little faith in yourself.”

Just as David gets to the door, the lights pop back on, nearly blinding them. David grins. “A sign?”

David leaves Bellamy feeling even more confused and conflicted. He’s crazy. Just as crazy as Kane.

But what if they’re not?

Bellamy shakes his head. They are. End of story.

Chapter 36 | chapters | Chapter 38

#the 100 fanfic #heaven can't wait #bellamy blake #david miller #niylah #have a little faith in yourself bellamy

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INCOMING MESSAGE: (((My My...It has b-been a long time s-since ourrr last c-chat...I hope you arrre in good health...Perrrhaps even b-betterrr health...I do rrrememberrr you had a b-bad c-cough...Rrregarrrdless...I w-would love to c-chat w-with you s-sometime...Maybe s-sharrre rrresearch overrr a c-cup of tea?)))

> The sound of your messenger dinging startles you so badly that the screwdriver you were holding falls right out of your hand and into the bucket of Stuff that you were working over. Dammit.

MT: I do tend to lose track of time.

MT: We shHhould chHhat more, yes. I’ve made some progress since we last talked.

MT: And it would be nice to get out of the hive again.

MT: :)

> Bang your head into your desk right after you send the message. God you’re terrible at this whole ‘talking to people’ thing.

#About Rafkin #this poor boy #morbidtrolls

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The Feeling of Mountains

So whatever ghost there is in the Izaak Walton, it never showed itself while I was there. Or here, still. For a bit, anyway. My train leaves in an hour, which is good and terrible because I’ve been itching to keep moving and itching to stay forever.

But either way, I'm finally leaving the mountains. It’s a relief, honestly, because they make you feel great. But they also make you feel desperately small and useless. After spending over a week nestled inside of them, I’m shooting through to the Midwest, which makes you feel big. All a matter of perspective. Today’s leg is about twenty-two hours, and it’s the last great leg of The Trip overall.

The Walton’s been great, if not spooky. I became friends with most of the staff and they invited me to a bonfire they were having a few nights ago. A few more of them took me out for drinks yesterday. They took me to this local hole in the wall where I paid six bucks for two gin and tonics. Six bucks! Somewhere between the first and the second gin, as we stood outside beneath the mountain-filled horizon, somebody said, “You gotta come back, Sam.”

“I know,” I nodded. “I would love to work a season here, actually.” Which was true, there in the warm breeze and the company of four other guys that I could see myself shooting the shit with for months on end.

The guys all nodded back. Especially the one who was driving us around, a skinny, older dude named Roger. The whole day, Roger kept squeezing my shoulder and saying, “Goddamn, I’m glad I met you, man.”

“You, too, Rog.”

“You��re a real cool guy, man.”

“You, too, Rog!”

We sped along the Montana roads and I kept feeling it. Kept drowning in the laughter of these random guys I found myself with, and the country music on the radio. And all those crystal-blue lakes and rivers. I leaned out the window and let the wind beat against my face.

I still can't explain the feeling of the mountains here. Its almost maddening, having the air full like that. Having some kind of solid rock inside the horizon. Something about it makes the very air hum with danger and power.

We drove by a grizzly bear at one point. It was standing by the side of the road, a ways back, against the trees. It was the first bear I’d ever seen in the wild. Just standing there, gazing out at the passing cars with its massive, powerful head. It felt like an offering from the Rockies themselves. A glimpse of ancient, beautiful, natural power, just to hush us for a moment, and lower the tide of the madness with which we were cruising through a land we thought we owned but didn’t.

It humbled everybody in the car. All five of us peered out the windows, trying to catch another sliver of something. For a split second, nobody spoke. Somebody cracked a joke, tore the silence open. We erupted again, and the moment was gone. But it’s power like that that you can only find in the mountains.

It’s scary as hell. And I wanted to be in it forever.

I was looking for something still, of course, and I didn't know what it was. Ever since Alabama and all the used tires by the side of the tracks--all that garbage piling up in the whole country--I’ve been looking. Feeling like I’d know it when I saw it.

The bear and the mountains felt close to it, but not quite.

Nothing got closer as when Bill told me to go for a walk at night.

“There was an avalanche a few days ago up the road,” he explained a few nights ago from behind the front desk. “If you go down at night, when it’s clear, you can see all the stars and everything. It’s real pretty. In fact...” He typed something into his computer. “Hey, look at that! It’s clear tonight!”

“I’ll check it out, then,” I promised, feeling obligated. Since he looked it up and everything.

So I went out into the cold and dark. By myself. Carrying this little can of bear spray the staff had lent me for when I went hiking alone (which all the signs say not to, but fuck it, right?). I walked around the hotel and up along the railroad tracks towards where I figured the avalanche was. Bill had said there was a white paved path leading to it but everything looked white or dark grey in the moonlight, so I couldn’t tell where the damn thing might be.

Everything was so still. The moon so bright that it lit up almost the entire place. As I walked along the tracks, this tiny electric whine began to buzz in my ear. This small, metallic singing. After a second, I realized it was the track itself. Vibrating with electricity. And further down, coming towards me, I could hear the train. The sound of a thousand blades pounding against themselves.

Suddenly, it was on me. It punched through the calm silence of the night. Screeching this blood-boiling clamor. Crying and squealing and banging down the track. The hot stink of its passing washed over me. This I felt, too. There was something majestic about it. This massive, snake-like creature that had carried me so many miles. Down and across and back over the whole country. Now here, in its natural habitat. Careening though the moonlight without another soul around. I admired it for about a minute. Then the screeching began to drive me mad. It grew and grew into this ear-bursting whirlwind of noise. The kind of brain melting cacophony that makes you want to scream in unison with it. Makes you claw at your ears and howl back.

This went on for years.

Until finally, the thing ended and burst onward into the night, chugging along down the track. And the track, in its turn, vibrated and sang and hummed one final time. Before the silence swallowed it again.

It seemed like the same thing as seeing the bear. Some majestic thing living unhindered by man. A creature that I respected and trusted so much. One I had relied on for months. Right there, all alone, except for me, punching through the night on screaming wheels.

I never found the avalanche. But the train seemed like enough. Because it was the thing, wasn’t it? Everything from the whole Trip rolled up into one icon. All the doing and the going and the being. I don’t know, but it felt magical for a while there. It made me think about The Trip and all its twists and turns and how it all went down. Made me feel like I had seen something, and that I would never be able to say what it was or what it meant. But it was something invaluable nonetheless. It made me feel good. It made me feel like going.

God, I love going.

(Essex, MT)

#montana #trains #bears #grizzly bears #carl

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A Bang Chan FF (content warning 18+!!) (smut)

Whipped for you:

Chapter 4: Little Sub

Y/N POV:

Jesus Christ that was a very close call. What the fuck was I thinking! The man's soon to be married and I'm letting myself slip into a delulu spell. God no. I need to stay focus. I need to plan ahead and....oh god. I need to see him again tonight! God I hope his fiancé isn't pissed.

I go back to my little desk and finish the work I was wanting to but. But every 10 minutes I kept getting message alerts from Mr Bang. Some saying " we have a meeting in 3 hours. Here is the details."

To " ;) see you 2nite :p"

I swear he's a child. I ignore them but every message was giving me flashbacks to his office. The tight bulge in his trousers, the growls and moans, call himself daddy. The whole thing was insane and enchanting. I didn't want it to end but I'm glad it did. Reality is he isn't mine to play with like that it's not fair on him or his soon to be wife. What was I thinking.

Time skiiiip to 3 hours later.

I was about to get ready to go home until I forgot Mr Bang wanted to have a meeting! Oh shit. I run down to corridor and knock lightly at his door. "Come in miss Y/N"

I opened the door thinking other staff would be there but no. Alas. It's just me and him. Again. I had sudden flash backs of our encounter today and I subconsciously squeeze my thighs together. Fuck.

He looks at me up and down "are you going to take a seat or are we standing?"

I bow and sit down. "How can I help Mr Bang?"

"Miss Y/N I've told you. Call me chan. It's just me and you. Relax. You're not in trouble. I just wanted to give you the plan for tonight's dinner. That's all."

I nod and keep quiet trying to forget the images and sounds going around in my head with my legs tightly clutched shut. Trying to suppress the sensation for now. "So I'll pick you up at 8 as agreed we will get to the restaurant with the other boss's including JYP himself is joining us. There's a karaoke bar as well we are attending to so now ducked ie spect you singing and dancing with us. Let your hair down and relax. I've given you the day off tomorrow so let loose. Got that?"

"Yes mr Bang..."

I wanted to test the waters see what he would do if I didn't call him Chan.

"Babygirl. Stop disobeying me. That's not how this works. Now go home and I'll seeyou at 8"

"Yes Mr Bang...see you later"

"You'll be punished if you keep this up miss Y/N!"

I ran out the door as quickly as possible. I got in my car drove off and before I knew it was home. Thank the lord. I run upstairs, undress and run a bath. In the meantime I allow those images flash through my mind, his moans and growling loud and clear. I decided as it's safe in my own home to release the tension that was built up all day.

I grab my vibrator and go to town with it. Get it out as much as I can before seeing him again. I need to contains my urges and fantasies. This is the best way to cope. As I was in the middle of a heated mess my phone goes. I ignore it as it was my work phone. I'm off duty if they need me badly they can call on my own phone.

They did. It was Mr Bang. I take this opportunity to listen to him as a use to get my high.

"H-Hello Mr Bang...?"

"Oh Miss Y/N. When are you eve going to Learn haha. It's Chan. I was just calling to *hears vibrating noises and a slight whimper.*

Miss Y/N am I interrupting something? Are you okay?"

"Oh y-yes. I'm okay. Just watching...TV"

*bath running water echoing in the phone*

"Continue sir"

"Oh, uh...yes erm im calling to ask why you left your belongings in the office? Didn't you need them to go home?" *vibrating noises continue along with small whinpers*

"Oh-h, Sh-shit. I didn't realise I left my bag. Just bring it to the dinner I'll g-geeeet it there. See you at 8!"

I hang up. That was a close call. I stop what I'm doing and gather my things for the bath. I couldn't concentrate to reach mt high but a bath will help with that. As I'm about to enter the bath my door goes. I run down stairs with a towel wrapped round me and open the door to see...Mr Bang.

"Oh! Miss y/n! I was interrupting something. Clearly. Look here's your bag I pass your place on my way home so it just made sense to do it now than later."

God he's so hot. I feel a little vulnerable the fact I only have a towel wrapped around me whil he looks like he could rip it off me just makes me weak ass.

I lightly bite my lip and look him up and down. Again testing the waters. Just for my own fun. Not for him. "It's okay Channie. I'm just going for a long hot bath. Just to relax before a very sociable evening. Thank you for the bag. I would

Offer you to come in but think that would be a step too far in the wrong direction"

He steps closer to me. He lifts my chin up "what's wrong with me coming...in.? May I?"

I'm so whipped for him fuck sake. I let him in and get him seated in the couch. "Let me get dressed and we can chat okay...?"

"Orrrr you can just sit in chat. I don't miss Y/N"

"Sir. Not being funny but I'm but ass naked. That isn't very professional of me. And just call me y/n if I'm calling you chan"

He leans closer to me. His eyes full of mischief yet they are soft. "We aren't professional babygirl. Don't think I didn't hear you on the phone call or In my office today...you're not very subtle now are you?"

Shit. I look down embarrassed to even look at him now. What do I do. "I'm not sure what you're talking about..."

"I know you do, don't lie to me. I see the way you look at me. Trust me."

He tilts my head up and softly kisses me. He let out a little whimper signalling he wanted me to kiss him back. I can't do that right? He's engaged.

My impulses take over and I grab him closer kissing him back a little rougher than he intended. I lie back on the couch with him ontop of me. He breaks out kiss "god your so beautiful Y/N. You've got me trapped"

"Channie. I need to get ready"

"I can help you if you want..."

*Chan's phone rings*

"Hey babe are you still at work?"

I kept quiet. Sunshade of guilt started to form in my pit. I can't do this with him. It's selfish. He's in a relationship and I'm n the middle

Of it all. "I'll see you soon okay bye bye"

"Chan you should go. I'll see you tonight. I think it's best we don't do this. You have a fiancé. That ain't fair on her. Please leave. I'll see you at 8."

"It's okay Y/N it's not what you th..."

"Mr Bang. Please."

He got up and left. I don't know why I just started balling my eyes out. I think back and decide if I can't have him the maybe I can show him what's he'll be missing. Can still have fun and tease him whilst I can...right?

#stray kids #christopher bang #bangchan x reader #skz fanfic #skz smut #bang chan #bang chan smut

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carterashofficial · 7 years

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More Captain Shade Fic Stuff

more installments of everyone’s favorite bitter and snarky smuggler

Feedback is welcome! This stuff is also on AO3, including everything leading up to this point

Carmadda woke up feeling like she’d been run over by a Jawa trawler. She cracked open her eyes and saw MT-4T standing guard at the door, tazer half-out and right where he was when she’d fallen asleep…

A glance at her chrono on the floor told her.

Five hours ago.

She groaned and buried her head back into the pillow Corso had loaned her.

That hurt her face.

Oh great, I’ve probably got a black eye.

“Good, you’re awake.” Viidu’s voice came from the other side of the room.

Carmadda sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her non-black eye. “Gimme some tea and I will be.”

“How about caf?”

She stared blearily at her knuckles. Those were aching, too.

Dad would be proud.

“I’ll pass.” Carmadda looked over at Viidu and frowned at his smile. “Got a brilliant plan or something?”

“I’ll share it with you once you get cleaned up, Captain Shade. You look like you could use shower.” Viidu gestured towards the door. “Syreena’s offered up her refresher.”

She stood, knees cracking and hip flaring in pain. “Thanks.” Carmadda stiffly hobbled down the hall, looking for Syreena’s room. MT-4T was trailing behind her. She stopped and looked up and down the hallway.

Don’t people label their doors?

Carmadda backtracked to Corso’s room and knocked on the door. “Corso.”

He opened the door, barefoot and dreads loose. “Need somethin’?”

“Where’s Syreena’s room? Viidu said I could use her ‘fresher. Apparently how I feel on the inside is how I look on the outside.” Carmadda smiled thinly.

Corso pointed down the hall. “Second to last on the left, Captain.”

She saluted him and trudged down the hall to the door he’d pointed at. The door looked identical to all the others, and from the other side of it came the sounds of two people talking. “Syreena.” She rapped on the door. “It’s Shade.”

Nothing.

“Syreena.”

A moment later the door rolled open and Syreena gasped at Carmadda, tucking a comm unit into her belt pouch. “Oh, you… You must be hurting.”

“Viidu said you offered your ‘fresher.”

“And anything else you need. Hair stuff, soap… Captain, please don’t get mad at me, but you look terrible.”

Carmadda headed towards the refresher in the corner. “So everyone says.” She turned around and grimaced. “If I hand you my clothes through the door, could you get them washed?”

“I can do you one better and give you some of mine.” She rummaged through her closet. “Tell me what you want and I’ll find something.”

“Mechanic’s shirt. Pants.”

The lady pouted. “I’ll have to go find a shirt. Would these pants do?”

Carmadda stared at the leather leggings Syreena held up. “I’ll keep what pants I’ve got on.” She turned and stepped into the refresher, shutting the door behind her.

Viidu anxiously tapped his fingers on his desk, impatient for Captain Shade to finish cleaning up.

Braaco had come in a few minutes ago and quit.

Down another.

Corso knocked on the doorframe. “Hey, Boss, slicer kid’s halfway done with the data.”

He stopped with his fingers and fixed on a calm smile. “The sooner we have it, the sooner we can get those blasters back.”

And my neck won’t be on the line.

Corso didn’t buy the smiling act. He crossed the room and claimed the seat across from him. “You doin’ okay?”

“Hm?” Viidu cleared his throat. “Of course. I’ve got a plan for Captain Shade to give Rogun something exciting.” He glanced towards the door. “As soon as she gets here.”

“She’s all beat up and probably sore. I’ll bet she’s takin’ her time.”

Viidu turned in surprise to Corso, studying the young man. “You wouldn’t be catching something for her, now, would you? Something… romantic?”

His eyes widened in surprise. “No, Boss, don’t need to worry about me. She’s… uh…. A lady-“

“Not a nice lady?”

Corso frowned. “Now I don’t like talkin’ bad about- You’re teasin’ me.”

The Seps are getting to you. Usually you’re quicker than that.

“Yes.” Viidu realized his fingers were tapping again and stopped. “You hear from Kata recently?”

“Nah, she sent me a message on Life-Day, but not since then. She’s on Felucia now.”

“She was a nice girl.”

And you could use someone nice once Rogun comes for me.

Corso looked pained. “Stop tryin’ to work on my love life, Boss, it’s kinda weird.”

They fell silent.

Viidu’s finger tapping became a thunderous echo.

“So what’s this plan?” Captain Shade asked as she walked in, holding her boots in one hand and an energy bar in the other. She looked better than she had an hour ago, and certainly more alert. Her shirt was different and about two sizes too big.

“It’s a special job only you can do, Captain.” Viidu grinned.

Oh, that reminds me, I need to thank Syreena for this idea.

Captain Shade munched on the power bar and looked expectant. “Until I get my ship back, my schedule’s pretty open.”

Viidu looked between her and Corso. “I have an exciting opportunity for us all to stay alive.” He pointed at Captain Shade. “I need you to keep Rogun the Butcher off our back. Syreena stalled him yesterday, but it’s not enough. We need to distract Rogun by giving him something he really wants: A canister of some special chemicals from a nearby village.”

Captain Shade looked doubtful as she bit into the energy bar.

Corso scoffed in outrage. “The Big-Boom Run? Are you kiddin’, Boss?” He gaped at Viidu in disbelief. “I can see it makin’ Rogun’s day, but it’s blasted risky.”

“All I care about is finding Skavak and getting back what’s mine.” Captain Shade leaned back and winced, rubbing her side.

Viidu flicked his eyes to her, frustrated. “If we don’t get Rogun off our backs, you won’t get the chance to do that.”

“Fine, I’ll bite. How does this ‘Big Boom’ run make Rogun happy?” The captain made air quotes with her fingers.

Corso ran a hand down his face, looking unhappy but waiting for Viidu to answer.

“There’s a loopy scientist with a chemical that can supercharge artillery cannons, make them do more damage.”

“But it’s less stable than a drunk Savrip on a speeder bike,” Corso added darkly. “Handle it wrong, and you’re little chunks of ex-captain.”

She looked between the two of them, still skeptical.

Viidu plastered on his most charming smile to put Captain Shade at ease. “Sure, it’s tricky, but you’ve got the skill to get it here. Weren’t you a swoop racer on Malastair a few years ago?”

“I don’t do that anymore.”

I got her.

“Oh, did I mention this run pays unbelievably well?” Viidu leaned back, waiting for her to commit.

She didn’t. Captain Shade absentmindedly picked at the bandaged on her knuckles, flatly meeting his eyes. “I don’t care about the money.”

What… but it’s money.

“Captain Shade,” Viidu said easily. “You’re the best of the best. You’ll keep Rogun off our backs, and make a ton of credits.” He dropped the smiling façade and spoke in his business tones. “Trymbo is the scientist’s name. Got a place in Oradam Village. I’ll let him know you’re coming,” he said with an air of finality.

You’re doing this, Shade, or we’re all toast.

“Fine, but I’m going to need to soup up a speeder.”

“Yeah, sure, I don’t need the details.” Viidu picked up his datapad and scrolled through his contacts, looking for someone to get the chemicals off planet and to Rogun. “Good luck.”

Carmadda fumbled with her servodriver and gave up with the bandages. She tore the tape off with her teeth and slowly peeled them away from the scabbed scrapes, wincing at a few spots where bandage and dried blood were one.

“Captain, the Big-Boom run isn’t a stroll on the beach.” She looked over the rear compartment of the engine and found Corso sitting on a crate, twiddling his thumbs. He continued, “you’ll need an edge to make it back alive.”

She leaned over the speeder’s seat and smirked. “I’ve raced swoops on Malastair. I’ve got an edge.”

“You raced ‘em without bangin’ up the bike?”

She eyed him, curious as to where this was going. “Sure, during the qualifiers for the real races.”

“That chemical’s not ‘posed to be movin’ around a whole lot. And the Seps are after it. They’re goin’ to be shootin’ at you, and you can’t let the chemicals get hit or bounced around, or boom.” Corso frowned apologetically. “It’s okay if you’re not up to it.”

Carmadda dropped back to the floor and slid under the speeder. “I’m up for it. I’d feel better if I had my bike on my ship, but that’s not gonna happen. But I’m getting those chemicals ‘cause I don’t want to be worm fodder just yet. Pass me that wrench.” She pointed to the toolbox sitting open just out of arms reach.

He didn’t move. “It’s dangerous, Captain.”

“I’m not scared.”

“You oughta be.”

She pushed herself out from under the speeder. “I’ll get the wrench.” Carmadda snatched it, giving Corso a dark look. “I can fly this thing and get the chemicals here, okay?”

“I’m not sayin’ you can’t, I’m sayin’ it’s mighty dangerous. Even for experienced pilots.”

Carmadda got the engine pried open and started adjusting the pistons. “You got a point here?” Her hand slipped and she banged her knuckles on the fuel lines. “Fuck.”

“Be careful, Captain.” He glanced at MT-4T, who was currently chasing after a full-sized astromech. “And I’m not watchin’ your droid again.”

“He’s coming with me anyway.” Carmadda sneered at the bike. “This is retrofitted all wrong. Stars damn it, I gotta fucking redo the whole braking system.” She turned to Corso. “I’m gonna need some welding stuff, goggles, gloves, and a blow-” She stopped midsentence and shouted across the warehouse. “SHORTY, C’MERE, I NEED YOUR TORCH.”

Corso stood and nodded. “Okay. Anythin’ you need, just holler.”

#swtor #Carmadda Shade #Corso Riggs #Viidu #Ord Mantell #Carter's writing #swtor-smuggler

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iamthenewqueenofgames · 6 years

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A Crush Caught In Cuffs - Human!Mage!Underswap X Reader

Human!Mage!Underswap X Reader ~January 2nd~ You pushed open the door of the station and signed in on the clipboard on the front desk. The woman behind it looked up from her computer, took out her earphones and smiled. "Good morning, (Y/N)! You're early, how are you doing?" She said. You smiled and sat in one of the six plastic chairs grouped evenly around two small circle tables. "I woke up at five, watched a movie and couldn't be bothered sitting around. Thought I might be early for once." "I'll bet you'll sleep in tomorrow and be two hours late instead of two hours early." Said the sectary. You faked offense at her remark, putting a hand over your heart and gasping dramatically. "Barbara Thompson why thou doubt me so?" You said, striking a horrified expression. Barbara laughed and you joined her. "Here," Said Barbara, throwing the remote for the small wall TV at you. Youi just barely caught it, or rather, it landed in your lap and you stopped it from sliding on to the floor. "Put something on the TV for us. I'm tired of watching GTA fails." You smirked and did a subtle air punch, then turned to the small TV screen attached to the roof in the corner above the front desk. You flicked over to some cartoon reruns. There was a specific channel run by a friend of yours from high school, it aired the original cartons, like Steamboat Willie, Betty Boop, Out Of The Inkwell, Danger Mouse, ect. It was retro/vintage heaven. You and Barbara laughed yourself silly for a while at poor Koko's shenanigans, until the Chief Of Police, Jeremy Smith, came in with a sheaf of papers and a black briefcase. You immediately flicked over to the news as he turned to the Promotion Progress board. The Promotion Progress board was a cork board with a picture of all the officers, how close they are to getting a promotion or demotion, and their horoscopes, which Chief Smith liked to add at the beginning of the month. "Morning sir!" You said. "It's extremely rare to see you here this early, (L/N)." He said, raising an eyebrow and pinning up this months horoscopes. "Especially since it's post New Years." "Ah well. Nobody I knew was hosting any parties, so I just stayed home and had pizza and a movie marathon with my brother." "I suspected as much. Also, you don't have a boyfriend do you?" Asked Smith. You immediately turned pink at this sudden question. "Wha-!? N-No! No I don't, why?" You asked, flustered while Barbara smirked. Smith then handed you a sheet of paper for your star sign, (Y/Z/S). For (Y/Z/S), This will be an important month for you! Someone special is waiting for you somewhere very unexpected. Keep your eyes peeled! Your mouth hung open as you read it. The chief took it from you hands and put it under your picture on the corkboard, then Barbara sped over to have a look. She giggled evilly and looked over at you, a teasingly evil look on her round face. "This can't be how my month goes." You said quietly to yourself. "But it is, (Y/N). The chief is never wrong." Said Barbara evilly. You got up from your chair, walked over to the wall, and started banging your head on it, repeatedly. The door opened again, and Detective Nathaniel Sinclair walked in, along with a few of his friends, who were all sergeants. Nathaniel stopped dead as he noticed you. "What did you do to her?" He asked, turning to Barbara, who smirked and gestured to the corkboard. "Read her horoscope." She said. You instantly stopped as he quickly read it. "NO!" You yelled, making to run at Nathaniel, but tripping over your feet and falling face first onto the floor as Nathaniel and the sergeants started laughing. "I'm glad you all find my embarrassment and pain so hilarious." You said sarcastically, your voice muffled from your face squished against the floor. Barbara, holding back her laughter, took pity on you and helped you to your feet. "After all, I might end up falling for you, huh?" You said, smirking. Nathaniel instantly stopped laughing. "Nope. No way. I'm outtie." He said, moonwalking away to his office. You and Barbara started laughing again, with the chief cracking a smile as well. ~A Few Hours Later~ Most of the officers were at the station now, as well as someone reporting a missing child from the orphanage. You were all either chatting, working but getting dragged into conversation anyway (Barbara), or watching the news. Then the phone started ringing. Barbara, being the sectary, answered it. You noticed her eye brow raise, as if it was just a prank call. Then her face paled. She put the phone down and it started ringing again. "Someone get the chief! We have a problem! Someone else chuck me the TV remote! NOW!" You saw Nathaniel speed down the hall towards the chief's office, and a remote flew through air for Barbara to catch. She did and she immediately turned the TV onto a different news channel, where a Breaking News report was blaring. "-APPEARS THE LEGENDS WE WERE ALL TOLD AS CHILDREN WERE TRUE, AS THOUSANDS OF MAGES ARE BEING LED OUT OF MT EBBOT BY A YOUNG CHILD! GOING OVER TO THOMAS WHO IS CURRENTLY AT THE SCENE. THE POLICE HAVE BEEN NOTIFIED AND SHOULD BE ARRIVING SOON. DO THE MAGES COME WITH GOOD INTENTIONS, OR BAD ONES?" You almost fell out of your chair in surprise. The legends, true? No, not possible. This had to be a hoax, you thought. But nope. The live camera feed was coming straight from Ebbot. And there were indeed people coming from out of the cave mouth. You looked at Barbara who was taking another call. Her eyes were wide and she nodded to you, as though to confirm that this was indeed happening. The chief now charged into the room, Nathaniel on his heels. "All to attention! Everyone grab your partner and head to the mountain, asap! (L/N), you're with Detective Grove! Mac'Adams, you're with me! Barbara, stay here and take the calls and tell any late comers what's happening! TO THE VEHICLES MEN!" Barked the chief, then there was a mad rush for the door. You saw Deputy Chief Mac'Adams follow the chief out first, and you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked up to find Detective Groves. Groves was a stone faced silent type, and preferred you to sit in on interrogations with him rather than Nathaniel. You liked to think you'd gotten him to talk more than anyone else at the station. Groves led you through the sudden crowd, cutting an easy path through. You then followed him over to his sleek black car. Groves got in the drivers seat and you got in the passengers side, and you two were the first out of the carpark and onto the streets. Much as you admired the guy, Groves was a very reckless driver, even if he didn't break the rules. You held onto the door handle for dear life as Groves zoomed through traffic, somehow always slipping through the gaps. After a few quick death defying minutes you arrived at Mt Ebbot. You could see the kid talking to the camera crew, with two of the mages behind them. One wore gold armour and a purple cloak, and the other wore purple robes. "Franklin, what do we do?" You said, panicking slightly. You didn't know what to think, they acted peaceful enough, but some of the others looked freaky as hell. "I'll deal with the reporters. You deal with the crowd." "W-What!? B-But I can't control a crowd!" You said. "You can't control the reporters either. You're too nice, and their looking for answers." You sighed. You knew he was right. You were too nice for an officer. "Okay..." You said. "But what am I supposed to do!?" "Just take out your badge, tell them you're an officer and that you're not there to harm them." Said Groves. You nodded and got out of the car, shaking slightly. Franklin got out too and walked over to the reporters, making shooing movements to you behind his back. The national gesture that mean, 'Get your ass up that mountain before I make you.' That's correct, right? Just you? Okay. You slowly made your way towards the crowd of monsters, noticing individual kinds as you got closer. Your knees a knocking, you stepped up to the crowd, and pulled out your badge. "H-Hi, I-I'm a police o-officer-" You began, but a strong voice from the crowd cut you off. "If you're a police officer then are you tell us when we're gonna have our queen back?" Then a short women came out of the crowd. She had blonde hair and her face and arms were decorated with gold scales, she wore baggy pants, a black tank top and her right eye had a large scar on it. You took a step back and tried to speak again but all that came out were jumbled noises. "So? Can't you speak?" She said. "STOP IT ALPHYS, YOU'RE SCARING HER!" Said one of the mages quietly, a short one. He had platinum blonde hair, bright blue eyes and wore what looked like grey armour with blue detailing, blue pants and boots, and a light blue scarf. He had stars in his eye sockets and a cheery smile. "AHEM, GREETINGS HUMAN! I AM THE MAGNIFICENT SANS! WHAT'S YOUR NAME?" He asked. You stood still for a second, surprised to see a friendly face. "(Y-(Y/N). Officer (Y/N)." You said, smiling back a little. Then your walkie talkie crackled and Franklin's voice came through. "(Y/N), everyone has arrived. You may return to my side. I have need of your assistance." You unhooked your walkie talkie from your belt, pushed a button on it and spoke into it. "Roger that Franklin. Be there in a sec." You looked back at Sans. "Bye, it was nice meeting you!" You turned away and was about to start running back. "WAIT! ARE WE GONNA SEE YOU AGAIN?" Asked Sans. You looked back and smiled. "I don't see why not!" You started running again, waving back as you went. It was much easier going downhill than uphill, but stopping was the problem. You saw Franklin a little ways away from where the camera crew was, so you aimed for just beside him and skidded to a stop. "What'cha need me for sir?" You asked. "The queen and king of the mages appear to hold a slight grudge against our kind. I can not convince them to do anything without them asking for a right to live amongst us in return. I have a feeling you would be better suited to handling this than I. And you need the experience." Said Franklin quickly. He didn't like talking for long, so negotiations were a problem for him. "Okay, I can try. But where is everyone? You said they were here." "I did. They're ten to fifteen seconds away so hurry." Said Franklin. You made a noise of acknowledgement and walked over to the mages and the child. You were again quite intimidated. The mage in the armour wore a small crown and had softer features, so you assumed she was the queen, while the other wore robes and had a blonde beard and kindly eyes, the king. "U-Um. Hi, I-I'm Officer (Y/N)." You said, trying to stop stuttering. The king chuckled quietly. "There's no need to be nervous, dear girl. But as we've already tried to explain to that charming Detective Groves, we will not be letting you send Chara away." Your eyebrows shot up and you looked over your shoulder to glare at Franklin before speaking. "Frankli- I mean Detective Groves failed to tell me that, but I'm sure I can convince him to pull a few strings so it won't have to come to that. " You said with a smile. The queen sighed in relief, and smiled back. "Thank you. I'm Queen Toriel." "And I'm Asgore." Said the king. You smiled brightly. "Pleased to meet ya! Now, you guys wanna live in town, right?" ~A Few Hours Later~ You lounged in a plastic chair in the station, warm air from the AC blowing on your face. You had convinced Franklin to pull a few strings to help get a few rights in place for the mages. It wasn't much, but at this point in time, it was most that could be done and it would get things for the mages started. If court went well they could take up residence in town, buy things, the usual stuff that should already be fucking available to them. But until things settled down, they'd still have to live underground for a few more days at most. Hopefully. You kicked back in the chair, putting your feet on the plastic table. Barbara was getting a snack at a cafe across the road, so it was just you right then. Until Nathaniel came in. He was unusually sulky and irritable looking. You raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "What's up, Nat? Something ticking you off?" You asked. He scowled and sat down in the chair opposite you as you took your feet off the table. "Well the chief's little prediction was right. 'Trouble with family members will befall you.' My dumb ass, spoiled rotten, rich ass step mom heard about the monsters and she wants us to leave town." Said Nathaniel. You chuckled sarcastically. "I bet that conversation was just brilliant." "Damn straight." A few seconds of awkward silence past, and your walkie talkie crackled into life. It was Franklin. "(Y/N), we need you and anyone you can grab to get to the courthouse asap. There's a bunch of rioters outside and Sergeant Bakersfield and I can't hold all of them off on our own." You unhooked the walkie talkie from your belt, and pushed the button to talk into it. "Roger that Franklin. Be right over." You got up and walked over to the door. "You comin' or not?" You asked, turning back to Nathaniel. He groaned and got to his feet reluctantly. "Fine. Better than sitting around doing nothing." Well I'm not gonna twist your leg over it, you thought. "We'll take my patrol car. Your puny little push bike's far too slow." He said walking to one of the Police Cars. "I'll have you know that's a halfway range mountain bike thank you very much!" You said quietly, getting into the passenger's seat while Nathaniel got in the driver's side. After a few minutes you arrived at the court house and there was indeed a large crowd out front. You saw Franklin and Sergeant Bakersfield trying to hold the crowd back, but their efforts were fruitless. You and Nathaniel got out of the car, and while Nathaniel rushed over to the crowd you hung back a little, unsure of what to do. Then, one of the rioters broke free of the crowd and started gunning it for the courthouse. Then you heard Bakersfield yell something. "Say Colorado!" You instinctively ran for the rioter, and yelled a battle cry as you leapt into a flying kick aimed at his chest. "I'M A GIRAFFE!" You knocked him to the ground, and with a metallic clatter a gun fell from his hand. You picked it up, shoved it into your holster, pulled out a pair of hand cuffs and cuffed him to a pole. "Sorry about that. But you're staying put till we can press charges." You said with a smile. The rioter spat at you, and Bakersfield speed walked over and slapped him. "Don't you dare do that again!" He said. Sergeant Daniel Bakersfield was a friend of yours since you started the job. He had brown hair, and peaceful green eyes that had ironically seen and solved a lot of murder cases. He was Nathaniel's partner, but they didn't like each other much, so they really just let each other do their own thing. "Hey Danny." You said. "Hey (N/N)." "Long day?" "Very."

And that's the end of Chapter 1 folks! If you liked it and wanna read more add the story to your libraby and comment down below what was your favourite part so far! Until next time, laters guildmates!

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"Say Colorado!" "I'M A GIRAFFE!!"

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