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violetnotez · 4 years

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Hawks x reader

⤷ Genre: Fluff

⤷ Word Count: 5300+

⤷ Warnings: mild cursing

⤷ Synopsis: Hawks is completely head over heels when he meets the new side kick of Mirko, y/n, hero name Angel. After meeting y/n, Hawks begs Mirko to train the young hero himself, and starts a friendly relationship with her. But now Hawks wants to take it to the next level, and what better than a milkshake date to make her his.

This fic is for the @bnhabookclub Bingo Event! Here’s my masterlist to see all my work for this event!

Bingo Slot: Milkshake Date

This is my first time writing for Hawks, so hopefully its not too ooc! Also Im sorry if its kinda wordy? I feel like I just kinda went overboard!

Hawks sighed, his hands cradling his head lazily in boredom.

Another mind numbing meeting to suffocate his precious hours.

It was hard not to be a little annoyed at these weekly hero meetings he was somehow tangled up into. He could be doing so much more with this time, like working on his own missions or even catching up on some very over do paperwork. But With the LOV and other various villain organizations on the rise, the heroes have noticed that now more than ever, citizens are desperate for some stability and reassurance from their beloved heroes. So, with the help of various hero agencies, they had devised a plan to have heroes patrolling the streets frequently, way more frequently than before to promote the image that “the heroes were in control” and “more powerful than ever before.”

What a load of crap that was.

Hawks fought the urge to roll his eyes and interrupt this pompous executive who had the nerve to preach to heroes, and the top rated ones at that. He was amused looking around, seeing how many well known heroes were still attending these obnoxious meetings-every one in the top 20 was in this room, including Endeavor and Mirko. That was typical for these heroes, since approval ratings were so important, but today was a little different. The size of the group had expanded, the seats now occupied with a few lower rank heroes, a couple sidekicks, and a few newbies that were gaining some popularity.

Hawks watched as the stiff looking executive pushed his glasses back to his nose tightly, a small cough clearing his throat.

“Now, I think it would be a wise time for all the newest joining heroes in our mission of peace to stand and say a few words,”

Oh great-now it was show and tell.

Hawks was fighting the urge to outright humiliate this man in front of him for wasting so much of his time- it wasn't quite in his nature to keep his mouth shut. But, he had to admit that this was partially his fault: he had volunteered to be a part of this, and he had to respect the commitment he signed up for.

The man turnd to his right, his eyes trained on the Rabbit Hero herself.

“Miruko, would you like to introduce your sidekick first?” he asked, his voice monotone and serious.

Hawks instantly perked up at the man’s statement- so Miruko did bring along her sidekick?

He had heard a little about the stir Miruko had worked up in the media when she announced she had a new sidekick. Miruko has notoriously built the image of “working alone”, so the fact she had taken on a new partner had thrown everyone in quite a loop. He personally wasn’t quite interested in digging himself too into the dramatic headlines, he was way too busy for that, but from the bits and pieces he heard, you showed promise.

Your quirk was powerful, you were great with civilians, and you were pretty efficient in battle. He was mutually intrigued by you, especially since your introduction was the one thing he found remotely interesting in this whole meeting.

Miruko grinned devilishly, her red eyes gleaming.

“Sure thing,” she answered good naturally, her tough body standing up to introduce the person beside her. “As you all know by now, this is my new side kick-Angel,”

Oh and what a angel you were.

Hawks was completely enraptured by you, his eyes widening as he watched you stand up, your face coated in an incident look of nervousness and your pretty lips formed in a shy smile.

Man, if he knew how drop dead gorgeous you were, he would have made you his sidekick.

He rested his head deeper into his gloved hand, a quiet whistle escaping his lips.

And that hero suit wasn’t too bad either- your hero costume was sexy yet sleek, with a plunging white neckline and metal armor shaped like feathers that protected your shoulders. It was beautiful, elegant, and tantalizing to his eyes, his pupils hovering over each plush curve and indent of your tight body suit.

Something caught Hawk’s eye, though, and he leaned in slightly to see what it was-something white and fluffy was twitching on both sides of you, the curve extremely familiar-until he realized: you had wings.

They weren’t anywhere as large as his, but they were much more, well, angelic than his. His wings were loud and prideful with their overpowering size and rich blood red color. They were durable, tough, and screamed for attention.

Your wings though were silent beauties, barely noticeable yet once seen took your breath away. The feathers were a delicate white like snow, and with careful inspections had a shimmer to them like stained glass in a cathedral. They were absolutely mesmerizing, and Hawks found himself staring at those wings as you began to introduce yourself.

“Hello,” he watched you timidly speak out. It was adorable to watch, your shoulders trying to show strength by being puffed out like a prideful little bird, but oh the way your smile trembled and your digits fidgeted showed just how wracked with nerves you were. “I am the Angelic hero-Angel. My quirk is that I can create a calming effect on people, as well as fly”

Your eyes ghosted over the heroes in front of you, each face more stony and cold than the last. You finally gave a small glance at Hawks, his heart jumping in his chest.

Your eyes were so warm and enticing, wanting to swallow him whole with those pretty irises swimming with pure sweetness. His cheek was pushed up against his hand as he sent you a mischievous wink your way, a grin blossoming against his lips as he watched you become even more flustered than before.

His chest puffed up with pride as you sat down, knowing he had made a small impression on you. Maybe it was the dreariness of this meeting, or the fact he hadn't had any romantic endeavors in ages, but he had already gained a liking to you.

You walked out of the meeting, your head swarming and your heart pacing. Your first real hero meeting! You could practically scream with giddiness, electricity ebbing from your fingertips as you walked alongside your mentor, Miruko.

It was a dream to be working alongside such a skilled and likeable hero as herself, and you couldn't be more thankful for the bunny hero for seeing potential in you. Being a year out of UA, it was expected for you to start interning or even becoming sidekicks in order to get a headstart in the hero business. Even though Mirko was notorious for turning down any and all interns, you had applied to her agency and surprisingly has gotten in.

Now you were working with one of the top dogs of the whole Hero industry, and the pressure of that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

“So, what do ya think of your first hero meeting?” Miruko asked, her red eyes gleaming as she walked alongside you as the rest of the heroes crowded out of the conference room.

“It was-interesting” you spoke carefully, your tongue trying to find the best words. It was exhilarating to be around all these heroes, from up and coming to even the #1, but you had to admit it wasn't as intense as you had imagined it to be.

“Hella boring, huh?” Miruko interjected truthfully, her voice booming and unapologetic. “Eh, don't worry, these aren't every meeting. The team ups are better- alot more interesting things go on in those ones-”

Just then, a man dressed in a simple white shirt and black pants came up to the Bunny hero, a badge connected to his belt.

“Hey detective, what can I do for you?” she asked goodnaturedly, her slim fingers wrapping around her hips.

“Im extremely sorry to bother you on such short notice, but we have a case currently revolving around a few villains you reprimanded last week and needed a testimony from you about their quirks-”

“Sure thing!” she grinned, her red eyes traveling from the detective down to you, ,”You think youll be okay? Ill only be gone for a few minutes,”

“O-of course! Ill be fine,” your smile wavered slightly, a small gulp being emitted from your throat.

Alone? Around all these heroes? You didn’t feel too ready for that- but you had to start somewhere. It was time to rip off that band-aid and be one with the heroes.

You began to feel your hands get clammy all ready as you watched the scene in front of you, feeling like a goldfish in a tank of sharks.

“An actual angel walking on the ground-never thought I’d see the day,” you heard a male voice next to you, the tone nonchalant and mischievous. You turned to your side, the wind getting kicked out of your chest-

No. Damn. Way.

“Your Hawks-the Winged Hero,” you breathed out in shock,

The hero smiled at you, his wide grin playful as he gazed at you with those piercing yellow eyes

“The one and only,” he said cockily.

You werent going to lie-Hawks was one of your favorite heroes, probably your all time favorite. He was so successful for his age, being only a few years older than you. His quirk was also extremely powerful, and he was a huge inspiration for you since his quirk was so similar to yours. Also, the fact that he was known to be kind of a flirt, on top of him being incredibly handsome, made you the biggest fangirl for him.

“Gotta say babe, your wings are pretty impressive-surprise you didn't apply to my agency,” the winged hero commented, his voice extremely calm and inviting.

But wait-did he just call you ‘babe’? Oh god-your heart began to pound against your chest, your cheeks feeling warm from the small word.

You grinned slightly at the hero, your expression small and almost shy.

“How do you know I didnt?” You quipped, trying to sound calm as the attractive hero continued to give you that playful smirk.

“Oh believe me-I would have remembered if you did,” his voice almost dropped, sounding way more huskier than before.

Christ-he really was a flirt. You could practically feel your heart banging against your rib cage, your hands feeling clammy and your cheeks quite warm.

He was too teasing for his own good-but it was almost endearing, like he was trying to impress you.

It reminded you of birds during mating Season, the ones who would sing the prettiest songs in order to attract a mate-and really any mate. Hawks was probably just like that-say a few pretty things, and had some fun trying to get a girl hooked under those ruby red wings.

“But I don't blame you for going with Miruko,” he admitted,” she's one hell of a hero, probably the one of the best ones around,”

You cocked your head in confusion, a short wave of shock circling your body. Hawks seemed too cocky to say a positive remark about a hero-most of the time he was preaching about how the heroes played it too safe and the hero world needed a desperate change. He seemed to group all heroes into a category and gave himself a whole one to himself, as if he was different from everyone around him.

So yeah, it was a little strange to hear him congratulate any hero really, but it feels your chest with pride-you definitely had to have made a good decision going with Miruko if the most judgmental hero in Japan seemed to approve. But you still felt a little guilty for making him think you only cared about getting in with Miruko and not any other hero.

“Well, I was planning on applying to more agencies,” you stated, an apologetic smile playing on your lips, “yours was on the list,

The hero chuckled at your remark, not taking you quite seriously. “Oh I bet-”

“It was, I promise!” You smiled at him, your tone trying to be reassuring.

God, why did he have to be so-well-pretty? He was looking at you strangely, as if he was drinking you in as you continued to talk. His lemon yellow eyes were glazed over with adoration, and you couldn’t t help but be flustered by the sight.

“Its just-she took me on so quickly,” you gulped out, trying desperately to calm your beating heart, “ it was kinda shocking. I honestly was so excited I just took her offer and didn't think of going to other agencies,”

“Awww, Not even mind, angel?” He cooed out, his feathers vibrating with the small sound, “It would have been fun having you around-

“I promise, I would have applied to your agency in a heartbeat if she didn't accept me,” you reassured the hero.

He simply nodded, an accepting grin playing on his face as if he finally took your word for it. His gloved hands were hidden into his pant pockets, his Stance calm and comfortable.

“So, angel,” he asked, changing the subject, “how long have you been interning with Mirko?”

Something about this hero calling you “angel” felt different-of course it was your hero name, and of course he would call you by that but-it felt different coming from him. It sounded playful and flirtatious as if he was calling you by a secret little pet name only reserved for you. It may because of his coy antics or his seductive smirk, but it was making you feel warm and comfy inside.

“This will be my 3rd week,” you replied, your blush getting much worse

“Third week, huh?” he said, his voice genuinely curious, “Has she been teaching you alotta things?”

“Oh yeah she's amazing!” you exclaimed.

Mirko was the most amazing mentor and even more. Most sidekicks or interns had the worst time with big time heroes, always left on the back burner to do the heroes paperwork or simply do tedious errands for them without ever learning a single thing. But with Miruko, this wasn’t the case at all.

This was a blessing and a curse-since you were always out on patrol with the hero, the media had seem to take a liking to you. Not only were you always beaten up and tired, you had to now deal with being in the limelight since you were Miruko’s new sidekick, something the media never thought they’d see.

“I’ve been patrolling, working on small cases, even being able to actually stop a few crimes- I think that's why the press is so on me,” you added, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips.

You heard the hero chuckle slightly, his wavy blonde hair shaking as he shook his head

“Aw, you really are a little baby bird-” he cooked at you, your eyebrows cocked in confusion.

A baby bird?

He seemed to notice your confusion, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

“Ah don’t worry angel, I don’t mean anything bad by calling you that,” he stated, “You're not used to this whole hero thing. But promise me, you'll get used to it-,”

“Especially when they make dumb scandals about you-”

He added on, his tone more tired. It was true with Hawks being one of the Top 10 heroes and being as young as he is, he had his fair share of conspiracies and allegations revolving around him.

“Oh, like the one about your favorite food being chicken? I thought that one was hilarious”,” you giggled.

Hawks turned to you, his cheeky grin now turn to one coated in seriousness,

““Oh no, babe, that one is completely real,”

You whipped around, your eyes blown out wide with shock

“What? Your joking-“

“Completely serious!” He laughed, his grin wide and mischievous, “Who doesn't love fried chicken! It's the best food in my opinion-ya can't go wrong with it,”

You gave him a playful look of distaste, your noise scrunched up.

“Really? But it’s kinda, well, weird-“

Hawks groaned, but that smile was still plastered on his face.

“Don’t tell me your siding with those tabloid writers,”

“This time-maybe,” you giggled, a smile you were sporting uncontainable.

“Aw, Cmon angel, I was beginning to like you!” He chuckled playfully along with you

Finally as your laughs began to die down, a thought crossed your mind, and you turned to the Wing Hero With the question playing on your tongue.

“Ya know I've always wanted to ask you something,” you said, your eyes meeting the sun yellow orbs of Hawk’s

That smile was still tugging at his lips, making him look adorably young and boyish.

“Lay it on me babe-”

You swallowed thickly, a miix of nervousness and embarrassment filling your stomach.

“How to do you use your wings? In battle-or when you fly?”

It was Hawk’s turn to look confused, his fluffy eyebrows angled softly. He seemed to understand what you meant by how self conscious you look, a hint of sympathy playing in his eyes.

“Wait-” he said slowly, “you mean you don't know how to use your wings?”

You cringed, hating how blunt the sentence sounded. It was true, you never really got the hang of using your wings. It was embarrassing to admit it, but it was something you had to work through. If you wre going to be a high ranking Hero you were going to need to be at 100% of your potential.

“Wll I-I do, I can float but I cant fly very high up-,” you stumbled out,” nowhere near your height though. And I want to be able to carry people and well- I just don’t know how to start,”

Hawk’s nonchalant girn was again on his face, “See, little chickadee, this is why you should have applied to my agency,” he joked.

You sighed exasperatedly

“I know,” you smiled, “you have a good point there,”

The gloved digits of Hawk’s hand wrapped around his chin, his lips pouted slightly in thought.

“Honestly, it took me a little bit to really get the hang of it- Ive been using my wings since I was a kid- so it might be some time for you to get the hang of yours”

“Id be up for helping you with some pointers,” He turned to you, a playful grin plastered on his cheeks. That smile would be the death of you- it somehow made your head feel incredibly cloudy and your legs feel like jelly.

“ but you gotta promise me one thing,”

You cocked your head, your eyebrows stitched in confusion

“Whats that?”

You had never seen a more shit eating grin in your life- Haws gazed up at you, his eyes glinting devilishily

“Don't fly too high up-Can't be having an angel going back up to heaven” he said, making your cheeks incredibly hot as he walked away, knowing full well he had made you too flustered to even talk.

Damn- he really was a flirt

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“Great job, chickadee, your really getting the hang of this!” Hawks yelled out, his hands cupped over his mouth.

Your cheeks were red with pride and nervousness, your wings flapping against you as you hovered in the air. You were probably 3 stories high on Hawk’s agency building, your eyes trying to desperately to not look down.

This was exhilarating to be so high up, but- it was terrifying!

Your heart was pacing against your chest, a heavy drum that was painfully raping against your rib age.

Don’t look down, don’t look down….damn it.

You caught a glimpse of your feet in midair, your steel plated boots almost floating over the street below as cars honked at each other and pedestrians walked along the asphalt.

The extremely hard, durable asphalt that could turn you into a human pancake in a matter of seconds.

The image of that terrible idea made your head swarm with panic- your wings flapping haphazardly as you flew backwards back to the safety of the balcony.

This was too much-this height was insane. Hawks was insane- how could he even fly comfortably at this height!

Hawks had been training you a few days a week, something you were extremely grateful for- you were know working as a sidekick with one of the top heroes and having private lesson with the #2 hero?! You honestly couldn't be more grateful-

Until he decided to make you fly by yourself on top of an extremely high building. On your 5th lesson! How crazy could this man be?

You weren't even noticing how fast your wings were flying backwards until your feet hit the firm tiles of the balcony. It took you by surprise, another pit slamming your chest as you tried to catch yourself from falling on your face, your feet shuffling backwards in an attempt to find some grounding.

So you chickened out of an exercise (something Hawks was definitely going to joke about) and now you were going to bruise your ass from falling in front of your favorite hero /crush. Just great.

“Whoa there, babe, slow down!”

You felt a pair of gloved hands grab ahold of your waist, the hands firm and tight against your ribcage. You could practically hear the laughter in Hawk’s voice, as if he found your fail incredibly amusing.

Your cheeks were heating up, realizing how close you were to the hero- his chest was pressed up against your back, and you could feel his chin grazing against your windswept hair.

“So,” he asked, his voice taking on a more husky tone, “how’d it feel when you fell from heaven?”

God, that voice- hearing him flirt so close to your ear made his words sound way too intimate, making your back tingle and your cheeks blaze red.

An exasperated groan slipped from your lips, your body pushing away from Hawk’s as he began to chuckle at your flusteredness.

“You were just dying to say that, huh?”

“What, you can't blame a guy!” he said between laughs, “you did set me up for it.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, your back turning away from him in an attempt to hide your obvious blush.

“You're still a little scared to fly high, huh?” Hawks tone was calm and nonchalant, making you feel grateful that he wasn't too mad at you for freaking out so suddenly.

You tucked a piece of hair self consciously behind your ear. It was so frustrating to you- you were gifted with these wonderful wings, yet you could barely use them “Yeah, a little,” you sighed, “its just-I don't know how to get over it, and it feel like I'm not improving fast enough-”

Hawks sent you a sympathetic smirk, his lemon yellow eyes gleaming in the golden rays of sunset.

“Ah dont put too much pressure on yourself Angel, you'll get it eventually!”

“And besides,” he added, “you have been getting better- before we started you could barely flap your wings...now look at you! You flew over a whole street for almost 5 minutes!”

His smile was beaming, his tone so supportive and kind. Times like this you almost wished you had chosen to apply to be Hawk’s sidekick- he was so carefree and positive about everything. he somehow made every situation feel like a milestone, no matter how little you improved, and it made you feel a little better about your progress.

You gave him a meek smile, the cruddy feeling of failure still sinking in your chest.

“Aw, don't give me that sad face, angel,” he cooed, “you're gonna be just fine- you'll see,”

Still- you couldn't seem to get out of your saddened daze, even with his overwhelming positivity.

Hawks seemed to notice, the usually chatty man suddenly quiet. It was strange to see him like that,as he rubbed his pointer finger against his stubbled chin, deep in thought.

“Ya know, I think I know just what you need,” he finally said, his tone warm like honey, “you need a small break- something to take your mind off of all this.”

“There’s a little diner on the West side of town- it's got the best comfort food you've ever tasted, and you can really taste the flavor in their meals,” Hawk sent you a glimmering smile, one that could stop your heart in a matter of seconds.

“What do ya say, angel, down for some grub? It'll be my treat, promise.”

Free food and you get to spend time with your mentor/crush? You sighed, a smile creeping onto your lips.

“Sure, why not,”

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And thats how you ended up here, in a little whole in the wall diner near Hawk’s apartment.

The restaurant was decorated to look relatively old, 1950’s memorabilia plastered on the walls and even a jukebox playing dance music from the era playing softly in the background.

The place was quite adorable in your opinions, and you really couldnt understand how Hawks had even found the place.

Until you realized- they had the best fried chicken you ever eaten in your whole life

Hawks wasnt lying when he said the food was good-it was incredible, the flavors and textures so warm and crisp as they dissolved on your tongue.

You two had gobbled up the meal, hungry from a days worth of training. The milkshakes Hawks had ordered for you two after was just was as amazing as the food itself, the creamy dessert cooling against your throat and making your whole body tingle with joy

It also helped that Hawks was the best partner to eat, with his bizarre stories and crazy antics having you giggling between bites, sometimes making you forget to eat as you got sucked in to his crazy retellings.

You two had finally finished, your stomachs full and genuine smiles gracing your cheeks.

You sighed in content, a smile gracing your lips

“The food was amazing Hawks, thank you-”

You had honestly never seen Hawks looks so domestic- he was sporting a simple white tee and dark jeans, a gold watch adorning his wrist. You guessed the hero had to always wear something somewhat flashy but still- it was strange to see him so casual.

But you werent complaining- it made him more approachable and lovable in a way, making your dinner feel less like a meal between colleagues but between close friends.

You watched Hawks wave his hand, stopping your sentence in its tracks.

“Call me Keigo,” he interrupted, a playful grin plastered on his cheeks, “since I took you out to dinner, I think its only right for you to call me by my actual name,”

You gulped, your eyes wide with shock-the Hawks gave you permission to call him by his real name?

The fangrl in you wanted to scream and to jump up and down like an excited 12 year old. Thankfully, the practical side of you pushed those urges deep down, only the shock of his sentence riddling throughout your body

“Right uh- Keigo,” you gulped out, “-I definitely owe you one for showing me this place,”

“Your welcome angel, its my pleasure,”

You smiled softly, your lips pursed slightly from nervousness.

“Ya know,” you said, your tone soft and open. “you dont have to call me by my hero name either if you dont want to,”

If he was being so welcoming with you, shouldn't you do the same? He had taken you to dinner after all, and even paid for you, even after you had insisted he didnt have to. Hawks-Keigo- was being so kind to you, you had to at least do something in return.

“- you can call me by my real name,”

A hum rumbled from Hawk’s chest, his hand stroking his stubble chin.

“Thats true but the thing is- I like calling you angel”

He sent you a flirtatious smirk from across the table, making your heart stop beating in its tracks. Keigo was a piece of work to understand- one minute he was being supportive like a mentor would be to their student, and the next he was flirting with you like he was trying to pick up a girl at a bar. Was this really how he acted with everyone? Or just-you?

You cocked your head in confusion, your cheeks hot from his sentence.

“Why?”

He grinned, his sultry yellow eyes trained on yours.

“Its like Im calling you by a pet name, like ‘babe’ or ‘dove’,” he explained, taking a pause to place his words correctly,” but it's more...personal.”

That shit eating grin was evident on his face again, making him look boyish as he leaned in towards you.

“its also kinda cute when you get all flustered when I say it,”

Well-crap.

“I-I dont get flustered,” you stuttered, making your lie blatantly obvious.

The man chuckled, obviously loving every second of this.

“Then why are you blushing angel?” he taunted sweetly,

“Don't think for a second I didn’t notice your little crush on me,”

Oh no.

This wasnt good.

God, you knew you blushed alot but- how dumb of you to not assume he knew you liked him! You wanted to crawl in a hole, to just dissolve into the ground and disappear.

“I dont have a crush on you- your just my mentor, your just helping me-” you denied his accusation, your voice desperate to prove it to him and yourself.

You didnt have feeling for this Hero, you couldnt, he was just someone who helped you, you shouldnt like him like this-

“Aww lets not lie to ourselves little dove, you dont have to be so defensive,” he was smiling at you so wide, as if he was being reassuring. But something was different about this smile, and the way he looked at you- it was so tender and almost-nervous?

“Why do you think I took you to this place? It wasnt just to get your mind off of training you know,”

You stared at him in complete confusion.

That was why he had taken you here right? To cheer you up-but then again, Keigo didn't have to do this. He could have just patted you on the back and said “Good job.” He didn't have to take you to his favorite restaurant, buy you a meal, and even dessert, and tell you all his most interesting and sometimes embarrassing stories. He didn't have to lend you his jacket that you were wearing right now after you said you were cold, or promise to drive you home once it was got dark. He didn't have to do any of these things-but he did.

“Wait- This-this is a date, isnt it?” you stated bluntly, the revelation hitting you like a ton of bricks.

Keigo smiled timidly at you, the first time you had ever seen him look so nervous

“Only if you want it to be,” he chuckled, trying to sound nonchalant.

He sighed, clearly riddled with nerves as his eyes staring down at his watch, trying to find the best words

“I-I know this is kinda sudden,” he finally said, “ and I should have told you straight before taking you here, but- I like you. Your fun ,and snarky, and so goddamn beautiful it makes my head spin. You make me smile so much, and I-I want to be with you.”

Hawks looked up at you, those bright hazel eyes staring at you with such love it took your breath away. You felt your whole body feel warmth, like honey was now flooding your veins. You honestly never imagined the hero to ever have feelings for you, but with this confession hanging in the air, you couldn’t feel happier.

“What do ya say, angel,” he asked, his hand stretching across the table and encasing yours, “ wanna give this a go?”

You stared down at that hand, seeing his digits wrap so effortlessly around yours. It felt natural, yet exhilarating , a low, pleasant buzz forming from the small touch. It just felt-right.

“Sure,” you smiled, your fingers now curling around his, “ lets do it,”

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willowdrabbles · 5 years

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Little bird no more chap 5

I LIIIIIIIVE! Somewhat. This chapter was a struggle bus for sure, that and work going hectic. But here we are! I hope you all enjoy, please leave reviews they always help!

(on a side note, yes I know lord fluffy's tail didn't appear in my description, I thought I added that with the final edit but I guess I missed it. Sorryyyyyy)

Chapter 5: Dive bomb

Word count: 5727

Rating: M per usual

Kagome contentedly sighed as the cool breeze pushed her hair back from her face. The first two weeks back on the grind for the jewels had gone incredibly quiet, which of course had its downside as well. Quiet travels meant they also had not fought with demons, which meant they had not located a jewel shard, which left a very disgruntled half demon in their midst.

For her however, she found it much easier to get her training in with Miroku, Sango, and Sesshomaru to progress faster.

Miroku aided her in her meditation, which she appreciated immensely. When put to a proper task, Miroku was dutiful and mindful of his usually wandering hands. With his instruction, he managed to teach her how to form barriers. The tricky part, was the massive weight of her powers. According to Miroku, his powers were funneled through his staff and sutras as he used them. And, though he admitted shyly, his legs when he ran. Kagome had always thought he was fast, but she never thought to ask how.

Forming barriers on her own was slightly trickier. With such overwhelming power, she was capable of forming barriers like Kikyo did. But without the capability by himself, Miroku could only do so much in instruction. But he tried, and with his efforts she was slowly growing.

Sango, for all her talents, struggled a bit more in instruction. She had grown up in a village of slayers, children watched their parents and siblings fight from a young age, and mimicked their training for fun. Teaching someone from scratch was much harder than she had expected. Especially with her exponential strength. Something she was also unaware of up until recently.

Kagome bit her lip to keep from laughing at the memory.

"Where did that bruise come from Kagome?" Sango asked curiously as Kagome kicked her feet in the hot spring water, perched on top of a rock to get some cool air from the heat.

Kagome looked at the large bruise that covered half of her thigh, black and blue in color, just barely starting to yellow at the edges. Then she returned her gaze to Sango with a completely baffled expression. "You!" She exclaimed, surprised Sango didn't remember the hard kick she landed the other day during sparring.

"What?" Sango blinked at her, her already red cheeks turning darker.

"Sango do you realize how much stronger you've gotten?" Kagome gaped at her. IT was hard to imagine she didn't.

When they all started travelling together she recalled how much smaller Sango was, her wide eyes and slim frame. How when she fought she held her own, but how the force of catching her Hiraikotsu would drag her body back, how she had to use her whole weight to make a decent throw. Now however, the slayer was a force of nature. She could her weapon one handed, mid air, without faltering. And chuck that thing furhter than ever as well.

"I guess I just never thought about it." Sango muttered, fingering her chin as she thought. Kagome erupted into laughter at her confusion.

That was all fine of course, she admired Sango precisely for her strength and amazing abilities, any help she was willing to offer Kagome accepted. Just the same could be said of Sesshomaru, who wisely instructed her in sword and archery forms. And gave his carefully constructed opinions on her capabilities of her powers and to what extent she may use them one day.

The first few days were filled with begrudging bickering over her leaving for any amount of time alone with Sesshomaru, which eventually Inuyasha caved and allowed her to go without a word to save his back from any more sit commands.

One particular day however was stuck in her head, rather than just taking her into the forest for training, Sesshomaru instead brought her to a rather large and polite tree demon.

"You bring me a guest Lord Sesshomaru." The rumbling voice ripples under her feet, startling her to attention. The face in the old tree smiled at her in greeting.

"A tree demon." Kagome said, mild surprise in her voice. Sesshomaru had not revealed where they were going or what they would be doing. The rumbling old tree hummed in amusement, crinkling his face at her.

"Let me look upon you dear. Yes… Your soul burns quite brightly. As I suspected." Kagome blinked in surprise, looking at Sesshomaru momentarily as though he would give her some understanding. The lord remained stoic however, staring down the old tree.

"Yes my dear, I can see your soul. As with extensive training, you may see them as easily as I do." Kagome blinked again.

"Can you read my mind to?" She asked, a little startled at his immediate answer. The old tree chuckled in response.

"No dear one. Your curiosity is easy to understand however." He chuckled once more at her apparent blush. "Young lord Sesshomaru has told me about you during his last visit. As well as your visit from Midoriko. I will tell you what I can, if you have questions for me."

Kagome took in a deep breath, casting a sideways glance at Sesshomaru. "You ask about me?" She asked skeptically, before redirecting her gaze back to the old tree demon. She heard a mild grunt in response and she fought a smile upon her lips, oddly pleased by the revelation. She would have liked to ask him more, but decided to not take up too much of the tree's time with her antics.

"I guess… I should start with my training. And those powers Midoriko told me about. How do I unlock them?"

Bokuseno sighed. "The one question I do not yet have an answer for. Your soul is one of massive size and capability. As I understand, the same as Midoriko once held. I can see…" He peered at her in contemplation "You seem to have an imbalance or block within you."

Kagome took a shuddering breath, fear seeping into her chest. "Midoriko said… Her soul was balanced, and that was how the jewel was made. Had it not been, the result would have been catastrophic when she merged with the dragon demon. Does that mean… I can't do anything with an imbalanced soul? How do I balance it? How is it imbalanced?"

"Calm yourself little one. I am unsure of what I truly see. It is however very old. Your soul… Perhaps there is a piece out of balance. Correct it, and you may be whole once more."

"Kikyo…" Kagome whispered, her eyes softening in pain. "But Midoriko said…"

"The deceased priestess, Midoriko, can not see all. Perhaps she was wrong in believing you two may walk this plane at the same time." Sesshomaru cut in, stepping closer to Kagome.

"Perhaps. It may be something within yourself. I find it difficult to believe that you two remain mostly unphased by each other should she live off of your soul. You are very powerful. Your power should affect the hollow priestess if you two did hold such weight upon the scale."

Bokuseno's reassuring words eased her only a little, her shoulders slumping.

"It could be.." She perked up as he continued. "The concern is the demonic power within you, untapped and untamed."

"So I'm right back where we started." Kagome grumbled unwittingly. A warm hand cusped the back of her shoulder blade, and she glanced at Sesshomaru, who stared down at her with an unexplainable expression in his eyes.

"It may be easier than you suspect little one. As I told Lord Sesshomaru before, the powers of that of a Miko and that of a demon are two halves of the same whole."

"So I gotta flip the coin?" Kagome asked, brows furrowing and lips pursing in confusion. Bokuseno laughed heartily, the earth rumbling beneath her feet.

"You must accept both sides as a whole. They are both you, rejection of one will cause the two sides to be at odds with one another."

Kagome worried her lip under her teeth. "But I have always been a priestess…" She sighed quickly, a bit of irritation in her tone.

"Have you?" Bokuseno asked humorously, leaving Kagome to ponder more.

Sesshomaru requested moments alone with his adviser after Bokuseno left her with those last thoughts, and a gentle and sweet parting wishing her well. When Sesshomaru rejoined her, he told her that the old tree demon had given him information on a growing power, possibly jewel shards to the south, all the way to the coast.

When they returned, Kagome avoided the angry pestering of Inuyasha in favor of thinking to herself. With a new set course, Inuyasha was even more angry thinking they were moving on a wild goose chase, as if he never did the same. Up until the day before, Inuyasha persisted in his foul attitude. Interrupted only when they came across a family moving from their village. When inquired, the group learned of the foul miasma that had escalated in size off the coast on one of the nearby islands, fluctuating it's power periodically and increasing. Demons of all sorts had begun traveling across the sea to the island, some causing unspeakable havoc on the families village on their way through. Their priestess had been slaughtered in the most recent wave, and so they fled with their children like most of the village. It ceased Inuyasha's irritation considerably, realizing Sesshomaru had not been simply messing with them.

Finding their way to the coastal village the family spoke of, they came to find it entirely deserted. They took to burying what dead were left behind, a task Rin dutifully helped with despite Jaken's protests, and found a place to sleep for the night while they investigated the area. Kagome was dragged out of her recollection when Rin spoke up.

"Do you do this often Lady Kagome?" Rin asked quietly, placing soft yellow flowers on a burial mound before moving to the next, placing more as she went. Sango was right behind her, praying to each in turn as they moved down the line.

"The Sacred jewel leaves destruction in its wake. I feel like we do this too often." Kagome admitted softly, crouched just behind them as they worked.

"It is a kind gesture. My Mother and father were not buried. You all have so much to do already, and yet you stop to honor the dead as well." Rin appreciated softly, placing the last of her flowers on the last grave, clasping her hands together in prayer.

"We do what we can to ease those suffering. I often wish we could do more." Sango said quietly, standing and brushing the dirt from her knees. Rin and Kagome followed, Kagome's gaze drifting out over towards the sea. With the sun just having set, the sky was a beautiful orange, reflecting perfectly off the water.

"Kagome?" Sango asked quietly, her hand gently brushing against her wrist, making Kagome jump with mild surprise. "Let's go get some dinner." Sango continued, threading her arm through Kagome's and leading her away. Rin casually grabbed her other hand, and the trio made their way back towards the center of the Village. They had taken camp within one of the medium sized huts, covered in dust and cobwebs until Shippo cleared it out for them.

"We're back." Sango called, pushing aside the screen for their small party. A fire lite the hearth in the middle, warming the hut from the cooling breeze outside.

"Just in time." Miroku smiled warmly at them, Shippo pulling food away from the fire.

"Smells great" Kagome smiled at them, taking a seat next to Shippo as he offered her a skewered rabbit. "Where's Inuyasha?" She asked curiously, Rin was the first one to respond around a mouthful of food.

"Lord Inuyasha went out to scout the area like Lord Sesshomaru."

"Lord Inuyasha?" Miroku asked bemusedly, smiling at the young girl next to him.

"What disgrace!" Jaken shouted, interrupted by Rin explaining to Miroku despite his obnoxious disbelief.

"Lord Inuyasha is a minor lord to the Eastern lands, precisely where the forest named after him is located. Formerly the land of a clan of dragons defeated by Lord Inu no Tashio. It is written in Lord Sesshomaru's scrolls." Rin recited, nodding to herself.

"And Lord Sesshomaru has claim to the western lands." Miroku said it as if he was asking for her confirmation.

Rin nodded eagerly. "All of the Western lands in fact. Most are spread and separated by other lords, but My lord oversees the most vast amount of land compared to the others."

"You learned quite a bit with Sesshomaru didn't you?" Kagome smiled softly at her, and Rin nodded eagerly.

"Yes I have! My lord is kind enough to make sure I know all there is to know!" Rin grinned and began digging back into her food.

"And you know more than me now!" Kagome laughed, enjoying her food as well while everyone quietly enjoyed the atmosphere.

As soon as dinner was finished Kagome excused herself for a walk, passing Inuyasha as she left.

"Where do you think you're going?" Inuyasha grumbled at her, forcing her eyes to roll in response. She knew him well enough to know he had heard her announcement. Her bow and arrows over her shoulder should have also given away the fact she was making time to practice her control over her powers.

"I just want to practice my meditation some more." She answered quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Inuyasha huffed in response and looked away. "Don't wander off too far. It's too quiet around here."

"Maybe because the village is abandoned?" Kagome said sarcastically, getting a snort from Inuyasha this time.

"You know what I mean. Be careful." He snapped.

She couldn't help but smile at him and nodded, grateful for his concern as always even though it came out brash.

"I'll be back in a little bit." With a promise and a wave, Kagome meandered off with a bit more spring in her step. Halting a few yards into the treeline and rolling her bow down her arm into her hand. One poor old dead trunk of a tree in her line of sight a few more yards ahead.

Drawing and arrow and pulling the string back to her chin, Kagome took a deep breath and felt the warmth of her powers flicker over her skin, filling her up inside and burning through her fingertips as the arrow swelled with holy power. With a quick exhale, her arrow was released and with a firm 'thunk' was planted into the trunk. With a whip of her arm, she loaded another arrow as quickly as she could, and filled it in a second with just as much power.

With each arrow she got faster, her arm muscles burning and her hair frizzing and lifting from the stifling aura she released. About a dozen arrows in, a deep voice made her jump, shivers running across her arms as her power evaporated with the sudden loss of concentration.

"Your speed and strength have improved."

Glancing over her shoulder she let out a long sigh at the sight of Sesshomaru. "You should stop startling me like that."

"You should be more wary." He countered, borderline sharply. She felt her heart hammer at the scolding. Turning to face him fully, she took in his appearance. Mokomoko once more upon his shoulder, she had taken note of the weeks that it came and went, not often leaving his shoulder, but it still did disappear, for what purpose she did not know, as he did not tell her when she asked. But more importantly, she noticed his clothing changed. Where his red honey combed crest was once red, now stood much darker under the light of the moon, almost purple color. Almost… She blinked again and confirmed, the color matched his crescent moon upon his forehead.

Kagome pouted her lips at him but nodded, acknowledging he was correct. She looked back at her makeshift target as he approached, Taking note of the few arrows that had not quite made dead center. Her accuracy was slightly off, but much better since he had taken to teaching her correct form rather than just pulling back a string and squinting your eyes. Once she had form it was a matter of mastering it with speed and strength.

"I got distracted on a few of the shots…" She muttered to herself, a frown forming on her lips.

"Your hand waivers from strain. You focus well, but there are things that come with time and practice." Sesshomaru corrected her, and she sighed once again. She appreciated his instruction, and suddenly smiled as she thought on the seemingly endless hours she had spent with him hovering over her shoulder correcting her, then leaving her at a distance to supervise how she managed those corrections. It had taken a few days to get used to his eyes upon her, but now she felt no discomfort. He was as much support as the others, still taking Shippo in the mornings to hunt and provide for the 'pack'. He had not asked her to accompany them in the morning after observing her the first day. Instead he chose careful instruction with her rather than hands on. It often led to timid conversations between them, random questions being shared back and forth about habits and her time, his life goals and hers.

If she had to define their relationship, she would almost call him a friend. A quiet one, but a friend still.

"I have something for you." He said suddenly, jarring her out of her thoughts as he reached into his Mokomoko for something. Pulling his hand back he revealed a beautiful indigo ribbon, embroidered with silver threads, almost giving it the look of the evening sky before it turned navy, but with the beauty of the stars still shining. On each end were small jewels that caught the moonlight.

"What…" She reached forward hesitantly, he gently wrapped the ribbon into her fingers, making sure she gripped it before dropping his hand. Looking at it closer she realize the little jewels were two small moons, almost opals it seemed, radiating light from within. "What is this?" She breathed, fingering the silky texture and looking at him with confusion.

"A hair ribbon." He looked ready to sigh as she blinked at him with open confusion.

"I- oh!" She blinked again and looked at the ribbon with new interest. A small blush on her cheeks she pointed to her hair "May I?"

Sesshomaru slowly blinked at her then nodded, with only the sigh of silk he sat down on the ground, legs crossed. Putting his only elbow on his knee he rested his chin on his wrist and watched her with his abnormal predatory gaze.

This behavior she was used to, most of her training he spent like this, quietly observing her and giving criticism where needed. His quiet support was a nice contrast to Inuyasha's method of 'encouragement'. He once told her all she had to do was 'point and shoot!'. Sesshomaru was not one to lecture, but his tips for her powers and sword basics were pretty handy. From her perspective at least, Sesshomaru corrected her less and less by the day, and added new moves for her to try. That she would take as a definite positive.

Taking a few steps back from him to offer him space, she also sank to the ground in a less graceful heap and began threading her fingers through her hair.

"I managed a decent barrier yesterday!" She said happily, parting her hair into thirds to start braiding it back from her ears. Sesshomaru offered a little huff of indulgence. More than enough to keep her going. "Your centering tricks are pretty good, I was able to hold in Shippo and Rin with no problem for several minutes and Shippo didn't feel a tingle!" Kagome beamed, stopping with her hair half braided, half down before wrapping the ribbon in and tying it in a little bow.

"There, How is it?" She fluffed out her loose hair and turned her head as far she could to offer him a look.

"Lovely." Sesshomaru said simply, but it was honestly not what she was expecting. She couldn't have imagined him responding besides a simple grunt. And oddly the little word caught her off guard. Looking to change the subject quickly she shrugged her shoulders and folded her hands in her lap.

"Rin was telling us about the lords and their domains. Seems like she really enjoys learning under you." Her face softened at the mention of little Rin, and he let out a small huff of agreement. "She says that you've got the most amount of land is that true?" She said conversationally, pulling her knees to her chest.

"Do you have an interest in land?" Sesshomaru said with toneless boredom.

"Not really." Kagome admitted "But I am curious about what that entails. I never knew demons had specific lands or titles."

"Each clan keeps to their own lands. Titles are given to those worthy within each land. No different than what you humans seem to keep."

"So… Your father must have been powerful to oversee so much more lands than others." Kagome assumed, watching him for affirmation.

"Indeed, as his father before him. And I shall one day rule all the lands." Sesshomaru confirmed for her.

"That sounds like a lot of work why on earth would you do that?" Kagome let out a small laugh, trying to lighten the sudden feeling of unease at his plot.

"Supreme conquest." He stated simply, as if such an answer was so obvious.

"Supreme conquest? Is that why you sought the Tessaiga for so long?" Her brows furrowed as she asked.

"The sword is of no consequence to me now. Inuyasha requires it to keep his mind, and I shall gain power through my own means."

Kagome pursed her lips, causing him to draw up and raise a brow at her in question. A silent question she could understand at least.

"It just… it seems pointless you know? You already rule most of the lands of japan as it is… Supreme conquest seems a little overkill. Besides, when you rule everything what would you do then?"

He seemed to contemplate her words for a few moments before standing, offering his clawed hand to her to pull her up as well. His firm expression had her silent as she awaited a response, hoping she would get one.

"Then I may offer my empire to my mate and pups." He blinked slowly, his decision obviously now set.

"You have a mate?" Kagome exclaimed, wonder filling her face. "Really? Who? Will we meet her?"

"You are her." He said simply, and suddenly the world felt like it had gone dead silent.

It was like Kouga declaring his love all over again. Her face froze as she stared at him, completely wonderstruck.

"It is the reason I have offered you your courting gift." Sesshomaru said, a small frown tugging at the corner of his lips as he saw her lack of reaction.

"C-courting gift?" She repeated, worrying she would strain her eyes if they got any wider, and that she might burst into flame when realization hit her, sending a blush radiating from her toes to the tips of her hair. The ribbon suddenly feeling very warm against her head.

"Bokuseno said I should provide you a courting gift. Rin claims you seemed to like simple things. So I chose a ribbon to tie back your hair." Sesshomaru said with such a plain tone, and a lack of expression, Kagome was sure she heard him wrong.

"What?" She said again, the burning sensation increasng at her neck and rising slowly.

"A courting gift Miko." Sesshomaru repeated, eyes narrowing a slight.

"W-w-why?" Kagome squeaked out, the burning sensation radiating through her scalp now.

"Why she asks…" Sesshomaru muttered to himself sharply, looking away for a moment. Something akin to shock hit her as she looked at him. She couldn't stop the quick sharp breath as the pale light caught his cheeks. Was that pink she saw? She had to be hallucinating. But more than that, his expression….

Over the years she had seen many expressions on Lord Sesshomaru's face. Anger of course the most common one. His boisterous arrogant smile when he was younger, before he lost his arm to Inuyasha. Determination like flames in his eyes. Contemplation both in amusement and in seriousness. Even concern, a small flex in between his eyes and the curve downward in his lips before he turns away and acts nonchalant. All of these she suddenly realized she had always seen, but at the same time not. Having known they were there but never processing what they really were.

This though, was something else. If she had to guess, the small squinting of his lower eyelids, the smallest scrunch of his nose, but the glimmer of… uncertainty(?) In his eyes…

Nervousness?

Kagome blinked as her hands danced to her chest and gripped her yukata over her chest, focusing hard on that expression to commit it to memory. In that moment, when she really focused, it was as if he were illuminated from within. It could be said he resembled the moon, the symbol of his house, the light in the night sky that resembled his hair. But for a moment she could only think the opposite, in one small moment of vulnerability, where she could truly see into him, he radiated like the sun.

When he turned to face her once more the expression that took her breath away was gone, his average stoic face now back in place.

"Why else would one seek to offer a courting gift to a female?" He asked, his eyes narrowing once more.

Kagome was sure her face was a fiery red as she stuttered for an answer "I uh well…" she bit her lip.

"My beast has chosen you. As such I must court you."

Kagome pauses and blinked up at him. 'Must?'

"What do you mean? Your… beast? He claimed me so you just gotta go with it? Do you even like me?" Kagome huffed, confusion dousing the burning sensation and turning it into steam. She didn't like it at all, this lost feeling. She was just starting to think she was beginning to understand him when he throws this curve.

"An appreciation of one's mate does often make thing easier." Ah sarcasm. Though bland in delivery, she had learned his sarcasm quickly. As it was what he differed to often when mildly irritated. Not that he had any reason to be irritated with her like she with him!

"You can't just claim someone! That's that's…"

"Fate is what it is." His lip twitched in the temptation of a snarl. Was this lovely creature truly rejecting him? The one and only thing besides power he desired was willingly rejecting him? His bestial side thrashed in the back of his mind, and he had no doubt that his scalera was pink with irritation. This was not how this was supposed to go. Women often threw themselves at his feet, why would she not?

"But what about love!" Flashes of Inuyasha filled her mind, his smile when she fed him, his concern over her safety, their few quiet moments together, that was love!

Then Kikyo's image invaded, their fights, his lack of concern, his absence for favor of her cold arms over Kagome's. It was love right? Suddenly she felt the burning passion to hold tight to her love for Inuyasha evaporate within her. It was love right? So why did it hurt so much? Why did it feel like a constant fight?

Sesshomaru huffed, so that was what confined her. A trivial human notion called 'love' "There is no need for such a thing in a mating."

His words were the last cold bucket of water on her skin and she flinched at his tone.

There is no need for love in a mating. Was he serious? " You have to be kidding. I can't live like that." Kagome shook her head quickly, her throat tightening when his eyes flashed a darker red at her words.

"There is only one for my person, would you decline my very soul?" His tone was laced with growing anger and perhaps… panic?

She blinked and stepped back, worried she had truly angered him. She never saw his eyes this color. Not since he turned into a giant dog and nearly killed her. The memory had her biting her lip in nervousness, especially when he stepped closer. "N-no but.."

"Then does my gift not please you?" He mimicked her movements, not allowing space to increase between them. He took a deep breath and continued. "I can provide grander, for my mate I would provide the stars."

Desperate to ease this foreboding feeling, as though his mate, his soul mate, was rejecting him, over a simple matter at that, he stepped forward as a breeze caught her from behind, tugging her wavy hair over her shoulders. In a quick movement she was unable to see, his clawed hand darted out and caught a strand in between his fingers.

Heart thundering in her ears, she felt like a frightened rabbit, something was up with Sesshomaru, first a lovely expensive gift, now this mate stuff. Though he seemed untroubled to touch her before, this all was still unsettling. When his eyes caught hers she swallowed thickly, feeling herself being sucked up into the vibrant red and blue of his eyes. She told herself this was not the Sesshomaru she was getting used to. But what scared her more was… How much she wanted to let herself fall into those eyes. His golden gaze was enchanting yes, but she never allowed herself to linger in his gaze the way she was trapped now. Something within her tugged her to him, eager to know the entire depth of emotion behind those eyes. That tug absolutely terrified her.

"If my gift displeases you, perhaps-" His eyes darted downwards to her lips and he leered over her. It was known that some demoness preferred…. physical displays. Even though Kagome did not seem the type, to him and his demonic half, the logical thing seemed to test that theory.

Sesshomaru leaned in quickly, his eyes melting into a deeper red, before she had time to process what was happening, his lips had gently brushed hers.

The first thought that came to her of course, was that for a cold blooded killer, his lips were unbearably warm and soft to the touch. The odd thought crossed her mind that she wanted to know if they would still be as soft completely molded to hers. She felt her upper body lean towards him to close the brief and tiny space between them, then another, more 'rational' emotion slammed into her. 'What am I doing?' Fear took form in the sudden burst of a lavender bubble.

When the light faded, Kagome was shocked to find Sesshomaru had been thrown several feet away, clear into a half broken large tree. His skin fizzled and gave off smoke into the nippy air. His eyes were wide with shock, but now clear and undiluted by the terrifying red.

"I-I-I- Sorry!" Kagome squealed, flight taking over her legs as she turned and began to sprint away, as fast as she possibly could move. Behind her she vaguely heard Sesshomaru call out to her, followed by a soft grunt, but she did not stop.

Feet flying over roots and trees, she ran with all her might, arms pumping at her sides and legs burning with exertion. Tears gathered in her eyes as the cold air stung her cornea and her cheeks, her mind whirling in confusion.

She didn't stop when she burst through the tree line, her feet stumbling and struggling through the sudden shift in the ground. What was once firm and lumpy, gave way to soft damp sand that chilled her feet even through her boots. Even that didn't stop her, and she kept scrambling until she stood knee deep in the surf. The black water rushing and slamming into her knees. Her feet sunk into the soft grains and she gazed out into the black abyss, the horizon illuminated only by the glow of the moon upon the sea.

Sucking in a deep breath, she let out an aggravated scream, releasing her confusion and fear out through her vocal cords. If it could even be called a scream, out of breath as she was, her voice was washed away with the wind and covered by the noise of the waves.

She shivered as the ice cold water finally registered with her, and she tugged her yukata closer around her.

"What the heck was that?" She gasped, blinking rapidly as she stared at the seafoam gathering around her knees, brushing and collapsing against her. "What the heck was that?!" She clamped a hand over her mouth as she felt like she was becoming hysterical. After a few shallow breaths through her nose, she let her hand drop away.

"Why did I want to continue?" She rasped, guilt filling her like an empty glass. The thought of Inuyasha's anger and betrayal made her wince. "I love Inuyasha… why would he… why didn't I.." Kagome shook her head, a shiver violently running from her legs all the way up to the back of her neck.

"I must be losing my mind. That couldn't have just happened!" She laughed out right, but abruptly stopped when she remembered in vivid detail the feel of his lips against hers. "I must be losing my mind." She muttered again.

"Better that than your whole head."

The voice that brushed over her ear made her jump in surprise, it was not one she knew, so instinctively she prepared to grab her bow, but in the same moment, she could recall her placing it on the ground to put the ribbon in her hair. Despair hit her stomach the same instant a spark of pain hit right behind her ears, and everything went black.

#inuyasha #little bird no more #fanfic #sesskag #Kagome Higurashi #sesshomaru #rin #miroku #sango #shippo

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DECK Prompts, Day 2

September, Year 1

Law is 11, and all morning one thought has been on his mind. Gryffindor. I'm gonna be in Gryffindor. It's there when he fumbles the barrier-crossing at King’s Cross and slams into a mere brick wall, making his first ride one in the staff car, getting his head checked for concussions. It's there when he blows his allowance on the food cart right before the Express reaches its destination, chocolates and jellybeans spilling from his arms as he hurries after the crowd. It's there when he gets scolded for the first time (but certainly not the last), chatting at a nearby student during the sorting ceremony. (It doesn't count, he assures himself. What are they gonna do, take points from a House he hasn't been placed in yet?)

It's nothing big, he just considers himself pretty brave, or foolhardy, or both, and to be honest that's the same as half the kids there already. His mother was a Gryffindor, a Head Girl in her time no less (though if push came to shove he wouldn't mind Ravenclaw, his father's house). Besides, really he just likes the colors. If he ended up anywhere else he'd have to switch his favorite scarf, and what's he supposed to do about his eyes?

“Law Kiyuu!” rings out the call, and he is so glad they didn't use his full name, enough that it overrides sorting excitement for a moment. Maybe coming here with the teachers was good luck? Most of them seem nice, if not exasperated, but he knows he has that effect on people, especially adults, which is weird because they should be smarter than the kids and why don't they appreciate his facts then? But the one lady was really nice about listening to his tirade on necromancy, which has been on his mind recently after Drav showed him that book and-

He's on the stage before he knows it, and now that he is, there's no time to waste. Law looks out into the crowd, beaming, and jams the Sorting Hat on so hard it covers half his face. He doesn't have to, though. The moment it even comes close to his head, the hat’s mind is made:

“SLYTHERIN!”

That's right, Gryffind- wait wait wait, excuse me? He pauses halfway through putting the hat down and slams it back on, flailing an arm out at the teacher trying to stop him. What, no deliberating? No, I don't know, taking my opinion into account? Ravenclaw I'd get, Hufflepuff maybe, but the snake emporium??? Was I thinking too much about Corvy? Do you have screws loose in your nonexistent head?

“If you have a stick of celery, half an onion, and one carrot, but a pile of tomatoes, what flavor is the soup going to end up?”

...What?

The hat huffs irritably. “You have dreams, yes? Like everyone else? The difference between them and you is simply that one day, young man, you will-”

And then the hat is ripped off his head, he gets a very stern warning, and Law has to find a new favorite scarf.

September, Year 2

Law is 12, and he's got a cat! A black kitten, the kind that suits him in both wizard and Muggle dress, a very nice kitty who's large and fluffy and follows him around everywhere he goes (and he always has been a sucker for aesthetics). His housemates attribute the unnerving upturn in mood to the fluffball bearing some weird Muggle name, and they're right: for the first two months back, he doesn't leave the cat behind for anything, not even Transfiguration.

Even for Hogwarts, the kid is kind of weird. There's whispers that his summer job is at the Ministry, that his fingers were lost while encountering a ghoul, that he likes Defense Against the Dark Arts so much because he can come up with ways to counter the counters. His best buddy is a purebred Slytherin, heir to a noble estate, a researcher of necromancy. Thrice he's been caught wandering into the forest, the castle ghosts avoid him lest he trap them in conversation again, he notices things too much and holds his tongue too little. Most of all, the shining silver and green scarf feels wrong on that smiling face. It's unnerving.

So he's friends with his cat, and his “vampire” (as he so kindly calls her), and his parents, who have gotten him a record for “most Howlers sent in a year”. And he never ever stops trying to be friends with the rest of the school.

January, Year 3

“If you put me on that broom I will die,” Law proudly asserts, digging his heels into the ground and scratching futilely at the wall in an attempt to hold on. He's 13 now, and this is shaping up to be the third year in a row he'll fail Flying—even now he's out after classes getting an unsuccessful bonus lesson. “There are sixty-one ways magical flight can go wrong and I'm not even talking about the individual kinds of injuries and sure, you'd think what's a little more to the guy who broke every limb in his body back in October then tripped down the stairs the moment he got out of the med bay but I draw the line at three things and they are brooms, bugs, and milk, which probably explains the broken bones but luckily they will not be broken today!”

“At this rate you'll never be accepted into an Apparition class, you know.” The flying teacher sighs and rubs her temples, letting go of the boy and watching as he instantly sinks to the ground with the broom he's been given. I don't get paid enough for this.

“Perfectly fine by me! Do you know how easily the human body can stop working? Leave an arm behind, that's one thing, but what if you splinch a lung or your cerebellum or half your blood and whoa, shazam, dead witchard on the floor! I was born with feet and they still work and I use them and I'll keep using them, all the more powder or brooms or whatever for the rest of-” He cuts off with a yelp as he’s levitated nearly ten feet in the air, making comically ineffective swimming motions in an attempt to get back down.

“Ma'am! Teach! I am begging you to let me down, this is a once in a lifetime plea, please for the love of all that is good and holy and you know what I'll also invoke the dark and unholy for this one, please!”

“Calm down, Mr. Kiyuu, you are perfectly safe. This is simply to get you used to being in the air, nothing more.” She's perfectly calm, but Law isn't—he drops the broom, replaces it in his hand with a wand, frantically whispers a series of words.

1) Law Kiyuu spends the next two weeks in the hospital wing recovering from no less than six fractured bones and a concussion, sustained in his fall from over five meters up.

2) A new effect of a failed Stunning Spell is recorded in the books, and flying lessons for the quarter are finished by a substitute teacher.

3) Slytherin never recovers from the points lost, and finishes the year dead last in the House Cup.

March, Year 4

Law is 14, and he is standing in the boy’s bathroom, and his wand is shooting sparks like a particularly rambunctious firework from where it is just about snapped in two. The fountain, two shower heads, and a whole row of sinks are busy covering the floor in water, having fought a valiant battle against the wand and lost. Draven and Tsubasa are shooting a mixture of disappointed and shocked glares at him from the entrance, and as far as he can tell it looks like they're debating whether or not to leave him for the wolves.

He needed a new wand anyways, he thinks. The old one didn't vibe with him.

The disappointment radiates off Ollivander in waves when the boy walks in, sheepishly placing two halves of a wand on the counter. “I, um! It's broken!” he announces in an uncharacteristically short statement.

“I can see that. What torture have you put your poor friend through?” the man asks, tracing one of the many scratches in the wood with a sigh.

“So before I say anything, it's not my fault, which is to say it's sort of my fault, but only sort of, mind you! And if it helps the other guy got it way worse- not a real guy either, which is a relief from an I-don't-wanna-go-to-prison standpoint, but perhaps not from a place of my pride, but neither of those are the point. I understand that this is a positively unforgivable crime, simple unbelievable, totally unacceptable, and yet! I implore a new wand from thee.”

Ollivander says nothing, simply lining a row of boxes up before Law with a look that says Next time you will be banned from the shop. Fluent in cold gazes by now, Law merely nods enthusiastically and begins going through his choices.

“Yes? Yeah? This one?”

“Certainly not.”

“It's gotta be this one, it's making noises, none of the other ones did, oh hey, is that smoke?”

“Noises of discomfort, Mr. Kiyuu. Next.”

“This one! I am so sorry about your table, but you saw the sparks, it's my best friend already!”

“...Black walnut… dragon heartstring… thirteen and a half inches… flexible… yes, I suppose it would work. Do that again, this time away from the flammable objects.”

Law concentrates on the wand and does the theatrical swishy motion he's been doing, letting out a stream of bright sparks. Look at it! It's got to be his, it already knows what he's going to be using it for! He glances back up.

“Dragon… like the last one, right? Is it still okay? Will this one blow up too, because that'd be a shame, it seems so smart and I can appreciate another brain even if it's not a physical brain brain because even without neurons I bet it's better than mine.”

“Yes, Hebridean Black to be precise. Quite frankly I cannot imagine any other core, ah, working with you.”

When he returns to the dorm, several coins lighter but weighed down with sweets and japery supplies galore, Draven lends him her book on wand materials as he recounts the day’s adventures. Dragon heartstrings are dramatic, suitable for flashy spells and temperamental wielders, it says. Oh.

November, Year 5

It's Defense Against the Dark Arts time, and Law is now 15, and he is so incredibly stoked to be learning about dementors. They're dark! They wear cool hooded cloaks! They kill people! The cure is chocolate! If it were a slightly different timeline, he might dare say kin. (He still would, his Muggleborn parents have nothing against the Internet, it's just that nobody would understand.)

The students line up to try and fire off a Patronus, and even as he throws off someone's happy thought with overexcited jumping about, Law is totally in his element. He all but pushes the student before him out of the way as they finish, pulling a memory of New Year's morning with family to the front of his mind and brandishing his wand with a shout (for good measure). A cat jumps from the tip, glowing silver like the other apparitions yet dark enough to obviously be a black one. It fizzles out partway across the room, but it's stunningly similar to Law’s own kitty, enough that for a moment he's worried Ryuk is dead and that was a ghost.

Expecto Patronum becomes his favorite spell, practiced late at night as his dormmates throw pillows at him to shut off the glow. “What's better than one cat but two cats?” is his reply every time he fires off another unnecessary burst of joyous thoughts and watches Ryuk’s confused sniffing at a light doppelgänger. He's got a lot of joyous thoughts, so this can go all night!

It actually goes three nights before Law gets bored. Which is good, because the dormmates were starting to pay attention during Herbology and Potions whenever poison came up.

February, Year 6

Law is 16, and it's Valentine’s Day, and all week long he has been waiting for chocolate time to roll around. So right now he should be drowning his nonexistent sorrows in cacao and caffeine and endless amounts of sugar, clearly.

Instead he is in the fucking Forbidden Forest, holding a fucking shovel, burying a fucking body with his best friends. What a great team bonding activity!

To make it clear, he did not kill this body. None of them killed this body. They simply… acquired it from Drav’s father, as a… Christmas gift? or something like that, and something was said and prides were insulted and mistakes were made and they have just witnessed (read: done) a deeply traumatic attempt at raising the dead. The details are hazy around the edges, and to be honest Law couldn't care less about how they got into this, only how they'll get out of it.

“Let's feed it to something,” he whines into his shovel, hands aching and the usually calming sounds of the forest only irritations to his ears. “Aren't there supposed to be spiders in this here woods? It's not like anyone comes in here often enough to matter, we could just leave it in a ditch and go heeeere spidey spidey and never have to touch another six foot hole ever again until we go graverobbing next time.”

“Excellent idea,” Tsubasa deadpans back. “Let's feed it to a something that would also see us as food.”

“C’mooooon, haven't you ever seen zombie movies? They always go for the weakest one, which is by default the literal dead guy, so we'd be home free before anything even thought about coming after us-”

A pebble thunks against his hand, thrown from inside the hole. “Less talking, more digging, Law. While this corpse may be under my possession, you had a hand in requiring this labor, I would hope you have enough responsibility to own up to it.”

Law groans, resumes poking at the dirt, and an hour later the deed is done. Mr. Corpse has been laid to rest, never to walk again.

Until three seconds later, when the soil starts shifting. Correction: Mr. Zombie. (Double correction: Mr. Inferius.)

All three manage not to scream at the sudden movement, but they do share looks conveying something along the lines of what the hell. “So, did you say, making Inferi might have a time lag or something along those lines did you say that Ms. Countess or is this a Bad Thing or is there a time lag and this is also coincidentally a bad thing…?”

“Indeed, I would presume this is a “bad thing”, as you put it.” A hand pokes up out of the recently overturned dirt, waving almost comically in the air. The children book it.

...It's probably okay! They haven't heard any tales of the walking dead recently—even if the teachers are starting to suspect things from their local serial trespasser staying a stone’s throw away from the forest no matter what.

September, Year 7

Law is 17 now, and it's his first year here, he thinks? Huh, that's weird, the doors won't open… and hey, those must be the other kids!

A strangely unthreatening, fuzzy mascot chortles from its spot atop the stage. “I'm your new headmaster now—and we're going to play a game!”

God FUCKING dammit.

#prompt week #!#ooc

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These are the Nights that Never Die Chapter Three

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“Wow… the storm’s gotten really bad, hasn’t it?” Blue says, looking up at the sky. Despite the fact that it was mostly clear, with only a few fluffy clouds covering up the blue ocean above, the RV has been plagued with moaning winds and harsh rain all morning.

“yeah, it’s really raining dimes and nickels out there…” Red says, head in his hand.

“What does that even mean?” Blue asks, giving his friend an odd look.

“that there’s been a change in the weather.”

“Stop.” Blue slaps his palm into Red’s face. It only seems to encourage him.

“Is Red making unnecessarily complicated puns again?” Papyrus sighs, eyes never leaving the table as he scrubs it clean, removing all remnants of their breakfast. He’s tenser than normal; under his eyes are a woven pattern of black swelling.

“Yes, he is,” Blue pouts. Red places a hand over his soul.

“excuse? my puns are only as complex as they necessarily have to be,” He claims in mock outrage.

Blue rolls his eyes, going back to staring at the clouds. They are honestly very pretty… days like these just don’t seem real; when the sky looks just so perfect like this. Ah, if the weather wasn’t so bad they could all go out and have a picnic with the new food that Sans and Edge bought last night! It would be nice to get out of the RV… it has started to accumulate a bit of smell that Blue can’t quite find where it’s coming from.

A particularly bad gust of wind hits the side of the camper, causing Blue to jump and Red to jerk awake from his half nap. Sans watches them from behind.

“why don’t ya come away from the window?” He says from the couch, “ain’t good t’ be that close to glass during a storm…” Sans’ books and spreadsheets laid out in front of him. He does all the planning for the trip; deciding where they’ll stop next, how much water they can use, how much food they have. Blue sometimes wonders what he does to be able to afford a vacation like this… it’s rude to ask though.

“Oh okay,” Blue says, pulling Red’s arm over to the couch. Blue takes a seat next to Sans while Red sprawls out on the floor, snoozing quietly. “...Lazy.” Blue mutters, shaking his head. At least the others have an excuse, being out all night getting groceries.

Sans hardly seems to notice when Blue sits down next to him, frantically scribbling on sheets of paper as he sweats in silence. Everyone seems to be stressed out today; Blue imagines it has to do with the storm. Papyrus is oddly quiet, hardly taking up any conversations or banters with his counterpart, and Edge has been particularly snippy as well. It all makes Blue very uncomfortable, but he refuses to bring it up in fear of making everything worse.

Blue plays with his hands for a while, trying to seem uninterested in the incredibly interesting things that Sans is up to. He may not want Blue looking over his shoulder, after all. He seems pretty deep in focus right now… He looks up at the ceiling, attempting to count every tile on the roof… then all of the corners of all the tiles… then all of the dead flies in spiderwebs that they really should clean off sometime …

“So whatcha doin’?” Blue finally breaks, looking over at the papers laid out all over the coffee table. In the center of them all is a blue notebook with a faded skull sticker on it. Sans smiles, glancing at Blue out of the corner of his eye.

“what, you wanna take a look at my cheat sheets?” He says, scooting over just enough that Blue can get a better view of all the papers.

“What are these?” He asks, looking over the complex documents.

Sans points to the first one. “this is water supply; we can carry about 150 gallons of water at a time, and we gotta periodically flush out the waste water.”

“That sounds hard,” Blue says.

“yeah, it’s a real drain. ”

“Mweeeh… no puns while we're learning!!!”

Sans chuckles, shuffling the papers around. “right now i am focused on making sure that we have enough food to make it to our next stop - this storm has really put us behind schedule… we might have to leave today.” Sans says with a frown, tone shifting minutely towards the ‘worried leader’ side.

“Aw, but we just got here,” Blue complains. Sans snorts.

“tell me about it… it’s a pretty big pain in my coccyx,” He says, nose ridge wrinkling up. “we got some stuff last night, but we’re gonna need a lot more before we head out for our next stop again.”

Blue hums in understanding. “So… if you don’t mind me asking… what is our next stop?”

“heh... i’ll tell ya when i figure it out.” Sans’ voice sounds deeper than usual, raw exhaustion interwoven between every syllable.

Blue raises a brow bone, confused. Don’t they have this trip planned out at all? He opens his mouth to ask exactly that when there is a loud noise from the kitchen, taking both of their attention.

“nGAH!! EDGE! PLEASE REMOVE YOUR BLASTED CAT FROM MY KITCHEN BEFORE SHE BREAKS SOMETHING ELSE!!!”

“I DO NOT CONTROL HER MOVEMENTS, PERHAPS YOU SHOULD NOT STACK THOSE PLATES SO PRECARIOUSLY!!”

“welp... i better go step in before someone busts a skull…” Sans says, sliding off the couch. Blue scoots over entirely onto the couch, looking over the notebook that Sans left behind. He hesitates… is it rude to look in here when Sans had already sort of gave him permission? Yes, but Blue isrealllllly curious; he decides one little peak is a forgivable offense.

Blue giggles to himself as he opens the book, feeling like a child going through their parent’s drawers. Inside he finds page after page of calculations; records of how much fuel they’ve used, how much they’ll need, where they’ve been, places they plan to go… some sections are crossed out with little scrawlings giving reasons as to why this plan won’t work, or why going to that state is out of the question… just a bunch of random, ramblings thoughts and plans that Sans has collected.

Blue finds himself quickly bored with his searches, scanning through the pages until he gets closer to today’s date. He stops when the pages run out, going back to the last writings that Sans made.

Water:

Runs out in 3 days

Black Water:

Overflowing

Food:

Runs out in 6 days

Ammo:

Low but not dangerous. Yet.

Electricity:

Literally the only fucking resource we have.

Closest Safe-Havens:

Pleasant town (Too far)

Gaston (Probably not safe)

Hagersville (Not enough gas)

Berton (Too Residential)

Conclusion: We’re fucked.

Blue hums, looking over the notes. Well these seem… rather bleak. No wonder Sans seems so stressed out all the time! He is doing so much planning and worrying that he doesn’t have time to enjoy this trip at all!

Blue closes the notebook, setting it back down where he found it. He claps his hands together. Well! This certainly won’t do! He won’t allow their brilliant leader to be bogged down with so much worry. Blue is going to make sure that he has fun tonight.

Sliding off the couch, Blue taps Red with his foot. The other stirs, looking up sleepily.

“wha…?” He says, rubbing an eye.

“Get up, lazy bones - we have planning to do!” Blue says, skipping back to their room. Red just shrugs, following along.

“whatever ya say, kid,” He mutters.

“now, have th’ two ‘o ya finally got that out of yer systems?” Sans says, exhausted from mediating the two very large yet immature skeletons in front of him.

Edge frowns, holding his precious cat to his chest. “I would be more satisfied if he would apologize to Doomfanger.” He says with a genteel tone.

“I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE TO THAT ANNOYING CAT!” Papyrus folds his arms, “YOU ARE LUCKY THAT SANS MADE ME APOLOGIZE FOR YELLING AT YOU.”

Edge snarls as the two fall right back into bickering. Sans sighs hard, pinching the bridge of his nose. This… is exasperating. Everyone is exhausted from their stressful night, and waking up to a hoard of zombies banging at the side of the bus this morning wasn’t exactly the most relaxing turn of events.

He doesn’t even try to get between the Papyruses this time, just sitting down on the dining booth as he waits them out. The van rocks as a particularly enthusiastic zombie slams its body into the side of the vehicle. Really, this is his fault. He should have known this place would be crawling with crawlers… except it also had so many useful resources - it was worth the risk as long as they didn’t do anything to catch the attention of any predators .

Anything, such as running out into the middle of the woods at night shouting like a crazy person …

Sans laughs at his own unintentional joke, even if it is in bad taste. He glances over to where he left the kiddo, feeling a deep pang of worry when he realizes Blue isn’t on the couch anymore. He looks around and sees that the back-room door is shut - Blue must be in there. He relaxes once more as he listens to his brother and friend snap at each other over just about every petty squabble one could have. Jeez… they haven’t fought like this since Blue came around…

That guy sure does wonders for the psyche, ironically. Sans really thought that things were gonna get better now that he was around; but nope. It was just a lull in their luck, a pleasant kink of fate. And now that they are settling back in things are going right back to shit.

Sans sighs.

“AND ANOTHER THING - DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW LOUD YOU ARE??”

He’s lost track of which one is speaking at this point… Sans puts his head against the table, digging his palms into his temples. The headache this entire conversation is giving him has spread to his patients. He’s done .

“ e n o u g h!”

Sans’ hand comes down on the table.

“alright, you two - listen up!” Sans snaps, head jerking up. If he still could, his eye would be ablaze with magic right now. He stands up off of the bench, ready to lay into the two skeletons until they put this petty squabble to bed for the rest of the day.

Except he is interrupted by a familiar, cheerful voice.

“Guyyyys~” Blue says in a sing song voice, walking into the room with one of the biggest grins they’ve ever seen on his face. In his hands he clutches a baby-blue bag - the only item they had found on his person when they discovered him locked away in the basement of his apartment complex. “I have a surprise for you~~”

Papyrus’ arms unfold and his face softens some. Of the three of them he has been the most receptive to Blue’s particular brand of positivity. It seems that no matter how bad his mood gets Blue is able to come in and cheer him right up. Edge is much less so, but even he relaxes a bit, attention turning from the skeleton beside him to the one across the room.

Sans smiles, well, this at least makes his job easier.

“heh, whatcha got there, kiddo?” Sans asks, hands shoved into his pockets. Blue’s smile grows impossibly wider. If he had skin it would probably tear with just how much force he is putting into showing his happiness.

“Close your eyes~” Blue commands.

“Now may not be the best ti-” Edge starts, abruptly cut off by Sans elbowing him in the shin. Papyrus already has his eyes shut, and Sans waits only long enough to ensure Edge’s cooperation.

“No peeking~” Blue says, voice laced with excitement. Sans can’t help the small grin that plasters itself over his face. The kiddo is just so contagious. There is a soft shuffling of fabric from in front of them, and something is unzipped as Blue places the contents of the bag down on the table in front of them.

“Ta-da!!” Blue shouts. Sans winces at the sheer volume of the noise. “You can open your eyes now!!”

Sans opens a socket to take a look at what Blue has decided to get so worked up over. Part of him is honestly expecting nothing - that he’s created some new delusion in his mind to instantly remedy the situation. But once again, the kiddo manages to surprise him.

“heh... where’d ya get that ?” Sans asks, hands in his pocket as he steps forward to observe the grey, book-shaped box that has been set up on the dining table. Even at first glance there is no mistaking what this is; a portable DVD player. Sans hasn’t owned one of those since they were in the Underground, and even then it was way back when he was a babybones. He opens the lid with a finger, looking at the screen inside. It isn’t much bigger than his hand-and-wrist, but it looks to be in perfectly good condition. He wonders if it still works…

“It’s mine,” Blue says proudly. “I carry it with me on the way to work. The buses run so slow, so I like to watch a movie on the way.” Sans snorts; that’s genius. Papyrus has bent over to look at the device, examining it with mild intrigue.

“Well that is very nice,” Edge says shortly. “But what I would like to know is why you chose now to bring on this impromptu show-and-tell.” He snarks. Sans rolls his eyes - jeez, what a wet blanket.

“Well, Red and I decided that it is time for us to have a movie night!” Blue says. The three skeletons stand up straight, looking between each other. Movie night?? Now? Blue smiles, crossing his arms. “I know that everyone is a bit stressed out because of the storm, so since there isn’t any way we can change the weather, we might as well take this time to relax and have some fun!”

Sans blinks, tapping his chin. That… isn’t a half bad idea actually. It’s not like sitting around and worrying about if-or-when the zombies will crawl back into their hiding spots is doing anyone any good. They have the extra electricity from charging in the sun all day; and if the three of them continue to stay this high strung it isn’t the hoard outside the party will have to worry about killing them all…

Edge looks less convinced, scowling at the device. “That has got to be the single dumbest idea I’ve ever-”

“heh i’m in.” Sans says with a shrug.

Both Papyrus and Edge look to him curiously

“Sans, are you feeling alright?” Papyrus asks, sounding worried. His hand comes down on Sans’ forehead. “You aren’t developing a fever, are you??”

“nah bro,” He chuckles, shaking his brother’s hand off of him. “i think it’s a good idea; our batteries are full and they’re just gonna keep chargin’ t’day since we won’t be doin’ much. i say we should just relax and take the day off.”

Papyrus doesn’t seem entirely convinced Sans is entirely sane, though apparently the idea of a movie night speaks to him as well, and he lets up. “Well, it does sound fun…” He says, a smile slowly writing it’s way onto his face.”

Edge is less convinced, looking between the two as if they had just suggested they jump out and try to make friends with the hoard surround them.

“HAVE YOU TWO LOST YOUR MIND!?” He snaps. “WE CAN’T JUST- WE CAN’T- WE HAVE TOO MANY THINGS TO DO!? SITTING AROUND JUST… DOING NOTHING????”

“it’s not doing nothing,” Sans corrects. “it’s a mental health day, for our health.” He closes the dvd player, flipping it over to check just how many watts it uses for his notebook. “if we stay cooped up in here worrying any longer we’re gonna end up killing each other or ourselves; the kiddo’s got the right idea.”

Blue squeals in pure delight. Hands curling little balls at his chest. “THIS IS SO AWESOME!! MWEHEHE… WE’RE GONNA HAVE SO MUCH FUN!!” He reaches into his bag, practically dumping out about half a dozen DVDs. “I don’t have too many with me - if I had known we’d be gone this long I would have packed a few more…” He says, already going through and picking out favorites.

Sans chuckles, strolling across the room to one of the shelves.

“oh, i wouldn’t be too worried about running out of choices,” He says with a wink, opening up the doors of the storage space to reveal his and Papyrus’ collection. Practically every movie they’ve ever seen is in here, and several that they haven’t, all organized by genre and director. He turns around, delighted to see Blue’s awestruck face as he pursues the titles.

“now, what kinda movies you guys like t’ watch?”

In the end, they settled on five movies; A comedy for sans, an action thriller for Edge, a superhero film for Papyrus, a mystery for Blue, and a cartoon for Red. They drew straws to decide who goes first, all agreeing that Sans should get first pick of times since he’s done so much for them all. Blue and Red end up in the kitchen making popcorn while the other three set up the living room, finishing their chores down with twice the gusto.

An air of excitement seems to have come over the entire camper. It seems that for the first time since Blue arrived everyone is in anticipation for something; even Edge, despite his constant grumbles about how stupid this all is, seems to be just a little lighter in his steps as he goes through his routine.

By the time midday rolls around everyone is sitting in the living room, waiting. The spare duvet from the master bedroom has been pulled and laid out in the middle of the room, Papyrus and Edge sprawled out as Sans selects his dvd. Blue has finally finished popping the popcorn he found under the sink, pouring out the warm treat into bowls. He keeps the kettle ready for another batch, certain that there will be more need to be made by the time the day is through.

Blue hops up onto the couch with Sans and Red, offering up the bowls to everyone who wants one; which is everyone. Even Edge takes some popcorn, eating it slowly and savoring every bite. Papyrus is much less conservative with his, taking entire fistfuls at a time and dropping bits onto the mat which are promptly scooped up and fed to Doomfanger. Blue doesn’t actually see Sans eat any of his popcorn, but every so often when Blue looks over a little more has disappeared.

The movie is more to Sans and Red’s taste than anyone else's, but it gets a chuckle out of Blue. Sans, on the other hand, just about busts a rib with every line. Red lets out a constant stream of chuckles, drowning out the dialogue half the time. Blue acts as the runner, going between the living room and the kitchen to retrieve drinks and refresh popcorn. By the time the credits roll on the first movie everyone seems relaxed. Blue comes back from getting another round of snacks to find Papyrus leaned back into the couch with Sans draped over the armrest so the two are almost completely side by side. Red has his feet propped up by Sans’ head, looking halfway to sleep - a sign of relaxation for him. Even Edge looks less… well, on edge. He sits with his spine straight, Doomfanger in his lap. His facebones are no longer scrunched up, his shoulders hung relaxed at his side. Blue smiles at him, feeling his soul warm.

Edge glances over at Blue, face suddenly dusting with a light blush as he looks away, hands clenched. “I still say this is a waste of time and electricity.” He snips, arms coming up to cross over his chest. Blue rolls his eyes.

“Would you like the orange juice, or apple?” Blue asks, holding out the cups in his hands. Edge refuses to look at him as he snatches the apple juice from him. Doomfanger rubs her head into his shirt and he lets a hand down to pet her coat.

“i think boss ha’ next selection, right?” Red says from the couch. Blue nods.

“Yeah, he does!” He says, turning back to the gruff skeleton. “Which one was yours again?”

“Midnight Blaze Racer Four,” He mutters, squirming in his seat.

“Aw, but we haven’t seen the first three??” Papyrus says, sounding just a tad disappointed. “How will we be able to follow the plot?”

“heh... yeah… ‘plot’...” Sans says from his spot on the couch, physically drawing the air quotes with his fingers. Edge turns, throwing a bit of popcorn back at Sans, bouncing off his head with a satisfying thunk . Sans chuckles.

“You will be able to pick up on main story,” Edge assures Papyrus. “Besides, this is the fourth installment, but it actually takes place before the first movie but just a bit after the third-and-a-half, which was a prequel telling the story how Blaze’s mother ended up going from a rich girl from southern california to wanted intergalactic crime fighter.” He is already loading up the DVD and skipping through the commercials for ‘soon-to-be-released’ movies that came out almost a decade ago. “But you don’t need to know any of that because when this movie came out the plot for the next hadn’t even been written yet. This is just the best movie in the franchize, so we are skipping all the garbage that came out with the extension and sticking to the original cannon.”

“...Well now I’m even more confused than when we started!!”

“shhh, just watch the movie bro.”

Blue ends up spending this move squished between Sans and Red, the two of them falling in and out of naps as the spectacle on the tiny screen plays out before them. Honestly, Blue has no idea what is going on, and he has a sneaking feeling that even if he’d seen all the previous movies he would still be lost. This time the movies takes about twice as long as it’s runtime due to Edge pausing it at random intervals to explain some plotpoint from another movie in the franchise, then again seconds later to answer follow up questions posed by a very befuddled Papyrus.

By the time that movie ends the group is very much ready for Papyrus’ much simpler, logical movie about an orphan bit by a genetically engineered snake, gaining the power of super speed and strength and chooses to fight the forces of evil. It doesn’t have to make sense in the real world - it just has to flow logically on its own. Which it does, somewhat. At times…

Papyrus is on the edge of his seat the entire time, and even Blue gets excited, cheering along Snake Lad as he takes on Sir Mongoose and saves Lady Lana, warrior super spy princess, from his evil clutches. Sans seems to get his enjoyment from the flick by pointing out every time the movie tries to do science and exactly why it is wrong, while Red just makes lousy puns on just about everyone and everything there. Edge pretends to ignore it, claiming the effects are too cheesy for him to get involved - but every once in awhile Blue thinks he sees genuine enjoyment on Edge’s face.

Finally it is Blue’s turn! Sans only had a single mystery movie that Blue hasn’t gotten to see yet; it’s an old one in black-and-white. It has a very unique pacing and tone to it, something that Blue can appreciate. Sans and Blue keep a long discussion going on about film techniques and cinematography. Papyrus and Edge seem bored, while Red straight up falls asleep during the first act, though the action scenes at least get some response out of the others.

During the final confrontation where the murderer is revealed Blue notices something. He steps forward, pressing pause on the player and he listens.

“Do you guys hear that?” He asks, quickly getting the attention of the other occupants of the room. They all sit up, listening closely for any sign of disturbance, sharing a look of mild fear.

“Hear what, Blue-Sans?” Papyrus asks with a frown. “I don’t hear anything…”

Sans’ eyes widen as he practically throws himself off the couch, bare bones clacking against the floor as he prances over to the window. He stands on his toes to look out. “...they’re gone……” he mutters, almost too quiet for anyone to hear. Edge and Papyrus share a look of disbelief as Blue smiles.

“See? The storm is over now, and you guys didn’t even notice!” Blue chirps. The others look between each other, seeming blown away by the fact that they could have forgotten about their current situation. Blue rolls his eyes, ejecting the DVD before going to the cabinet to select a new one.

“what’s up kiddo - movie borin’ ya?” Sans asks, going back to lay out on the couch.

“It’s getting late, and I wanna see Red’s movie before we go to bed!” Blue announces, pulling out the DVD Red had anted in. The skeleton chuckles from the couch.

“aw, yer sweet, kid,” Red says, setting his head on his hands.

Edge stands as the movie loads up, taking the empty bowls of popcorn back into the kitchen. Blue frowns, watching his friend leave the room with a deep heaviness in his soul. “...Are you not going to watch the movie with us?” Blue asks, downtrodden.

“No,” Edge replies, scrubbing the bowls harshly with a dry sponge. He growls softly as Blue watches, scrubbing with extra gusto. Blue would like to think that it is just because he is trying to get off the extra butter… but... Blue glances back at Red, looking apologetic. The bags under Red’s eyes seem deeper than normal as he waves a hand.

“don’ sweat it, kid,” He says, a hint of something deeply troubling in his voice. “boss is… complicated…” He leans back into the couch, arms folded over his chest. “let’s just watch the flick…“

Blue isn’t entirely satisfied with that resolution; nevertheless he slots the dvd into the player and presses play, sinking back into relaxation as the cheerful sound of violin music fills the room. Almost as soon as the actual movie starts Edge seems to be satisfied with the dishes, immediately climbing the ladder to his bunk and flinging shut the curtain with a loud grumble. Sans and Papyrus relax some, politely asking that they unfold their bed so that they too can lay down. By now it’s pretty late, after all; they spent the entire day watching movies.

Blue starts to feel sleepy as well, rubbing his eye as the movie splashes bright colors against the dark walls. He moves closer to the DVD player on the table, setting him and Red up at the foot of the brother’s bed. He curls up in the comforter with Red, rubbing his eyes.

“heh, kiddo… ya should probably get t’ sleep yerself,” Sans says from utop the bed, propped up on a pillow. “ya look bone tired.” He chuckles. Papyrus grumbles in his sleep, mumbling something that sounds suspiciously like ‘overused joke’.

“I wanna stay up with Red, though,” Blue says, flighting back a yawn. His head bobs without him meaning too, floating town to rest on his hands. “Everyone else got to watch their movie with friends…”

“heh, i think red’s already asleep kiddo…” Sans says from utop the bed. Blue blinks, looking back to his friend lying next to him. Sure enough, soft snores come from the snoozing skeleton. Blue chuckles, curling up in the blankets.

“What a lazy bones...” He mutters sleepily, petting Red’s skull. A soft purr builds in the other’s throat as he nuzzles into the touch. Blue is tempted to just sleep here on the ground; but that would just be too lazy for his tastes. Slowly he rises to his feet, nudging Red awake as he bundles up their covers. He turns off the DVD player and ejects the disk, making sure that all of the DVDs make it back to the correct case and spot in the cabinet before heading off towards his bedroom.

“Goodnight Sans!” Blue says, following the sleepy Red into the bedroom. “Goodnight, Papyrus…”

“Goodnight!”

“g’night, kiddo…” Just before Blue can shut the door Sans continues. “hey, uh… blue?”

Blue pauses, looking back out into the room. It is dark, the only light coming from the everpresent glow of the outside lamps. Sans’ silhouette would look ominous in any other context, but to Blue it is relieving. Sans’ posture is relaxed, slouched against the back of the couch-bed. Blue can practically hear the other’s calm soul-beat from here.

“i wanned t’ thank ya,” Sans says, contentedness filling the air. “fer t’night…“

Blue feels his cheeks warm, his soul aching in a way he can’t quite place. The smile on his face can’t be seen in the dim light of the RV, but Blue has a sneaking suspicion that Sans knows it’s there.

“Mweh… no problem, Friend! I’m glad everyone had fun...” Blue says quietly, slipping into the room. “Goodnight.”

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