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cloudymistedskies · 7 months

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"Finding shapes in the clouds"

A fic series that mainly revolves around Mari's side of the story in @unofficialmuilover's Yuichiro x Reader series

..And it's gonna also revolve around Marimui

There was always something about Mari... She was good at somewhat anything, but love...

At the age of 5, she would crush on a boy in her neighborhood. When she confessed her love by handing out a flower she picked out. The response she got? He ran away from her. Literally. He ran so fast that Mari couldn't respond for a moment.

Then there was the other time when she was 10, this time liking a guy in her classroom. She would try to confess by handing out chocolates, but she accidentally tripped and fell onto the ground, earning a laugh from him and other people who were around...

She concluded that maybe she was cursed by the gods that she was not meant to be in love with somebody... So she stayed that way for a while.

That was her plan... until one day when she became a freshman in her highschool.

"You all will be grouped to 4 individual groups each. Please do take this time to discuss your plans for this project while at it." The teacher announced as the students, including Mari formed their chairs into a circle. The brunette would sit by, letting her other groupmates discuss about their ideas, suggestions and anything in particular while she focused her gaze at the window, taking her time to examine each cloud.

'That looks like a bird... No... A bunny?? A... Hmm... That could be a hammer... Ahh... Clouds are quite confusing at times...' Mari thought as she continued to cloudgaze. She was so deep in thought that she hadn't notice her groupmates calling her out.

"Kaizumi-san! Hey!! ... Damn, she's spacing out, again." One of them let out a sigh of frustration as they watched the bow-head, who was focused on the sky. The same guy was about to stand up from his seat and slap the living shit out of Mari, but somebody would stand up first.

"I'll take care of this..." Is what he just said before walking up to Mari. He would bend a little before poking her cheek with a finger.

"Hey..." Surprisingly enough, that actually snapped Mari out of her daze. She tenses up, quickly shooking her head.

"Ah! My bad! Sorry about--" The brunette's words would be cut off as her green eyes make contact with mint-green ones. The two would stare for a moment in silence, until Mari broke it.

"...That... Tokito-san..." She finished her sentence, averting her gaze away from the long-haired boy. He shook his head in response, giving a soft smile to Mari.

"No, need to apologize. If you didn't hear, they needed some ideas about our project, Kaizumi-san." The boy informed as he sits back at his seat. Mari would clear her throat before speaking.

"I see..." Mari mumbled, before she started to speak about her suggestions for their project. They seem to like Mari's idea as they gave an approving look.

... After 15 minutes, Mari would then set her focus back on the clouds. Muichiro seems to take notice of that, so he would scoot closer to Mari, looking at the outside for a moment before turning back to her.

"You seem to be interested in clouds more, huh?" The mint-green eyed boy remarked, once again making Mari snap out of her daze as she turns to Muichiro. The brunette then smiled sheepishly.

"Haha... My bad. Do you need anything, Tokito-san?" Mari asked, shifting her chair to face him. Muichiro then did the same.

"No, no. I just wanted to check what you're doing." He responded as he turns his attention to the blue azure sky that's covered with white fluffy clouds. The two would once again sit in silence, staring outside.

"You think that looks like a cat?" Mari suddenly spoke, slightly making Muichiro surprised.

"Oh. Yeah... It does look like a cat." The long-haired boy nodded, then he takes notice of another cloud shape.

"That one looks like a turtle!" He pointed out. Mari's eyes focused on the cloud that Muichiro was talking about, then she would nod in agreement.

"Yeah! It does! Oh! Oh! That one looks like a tree!" The brunette's excited reaction was quite a surprise to him, but nonetheless, he didn't mind.

And this lasted for quite some time

"That's an… umbrella!"

"Oh, yeah! That one looks like a flashlight!"

"Hey, that looks like a kangaroo!"

"You're right! You're good at this, Tokito!"

The two would end up befriending each other over clouds, spending most of their time cloudgazing and chatting. The two got along pretty quickly.

It was now evening, the end of their classes for the day. Mari was walking around the hallways of the school, but then she saw Muichiro along with a few people that she could guess was his friends... Well one could be his twin as she sees somebody whose identical to him. She would wave to the 3, then Muichiro waved back.

"Hi Mari!" The long-haired boy called out as he tugged one of his friends. She couldn't hear much with the other students chattering, but she could observe some sort of small conflict.

After a moment, she would be face to face with Muichiro's other friends, or she could say friend, technically... Since the other is his twin brother.

"Hey Mari, I want you to meet my good friend, (Y/N) and my older twin brother, Yuichiro!" As Muichiro cheerfully introduced the two, Mari observes the (H/C) girl and his identical twin. The brunette would then offer a sweet smile to them.

"Nice to meet you, (Y/N)-san and Yuichiro-san." Mari greeted as she puts her hands out, offering the two to shake her hand.

"Hi, Mari. Nice to meet you too!" (Y/N) smiled back at her as she takes her hand to shake it. Mari seems to already take a liking to the girl. The girl in question would then nudge Yuichiro, in which he would reluctantly shake Mari's hand too.

"Nice to meet you too..." The long-haired boy muttered. Mari was a little hesitant with how he acted. Though, she didn't wanna judge too quickly. Maybe he's just shy...?

(Y/N) would then grab his arm, which then she offered the brunette a reassuring smile.

"I'm sorry about that, Mari. Yuichiro isn't feeling well, but he's actually a nice person." The girl apologized, but then would say her goodbyes as she drags Yuichiro out, leaving Mari and Muichiro behind.

"Ah... Goodbye to you too." Mari mumbled, feeling slightly awkward, specifically with Yuichiro. She just shrugged it out as she turns to Muichiro, smiling.

"We'll be meeting at my place at saturday for our project, okay?" Mari waits for his confirmation, tilting her head. The mint-green eyed boy nodded.

"Yeah! It's been fun chatting with you, Mari. Say, mind if I get your number?" He asked as he takes out his phone. Mari's eyes lit up, nodding.

"I don't mind at all! Here!" The brunette replied as the two would exchange each other's numbers. Just then, Mari's ears perked up at a familiar voice calling her out. It was her sister who was picking her up.

"Oh, my sister is here, now." Mari turns to her older sister, smiling and nodding at her, signaling to her to wait for a moment before facing back to Muichiro.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Muichiro!" Mari bids her farewells before running up to her sister who was waiting for her.

"I'll see you too, Mari!" He called out as he watches the brunette getting into the backseat of her sister's car.

As Mari buckles her seat, Riko started the car engine and then she would drive back to their home.

"So, how was school Mari?" Riko asked, viewing her from the rear mirror as she tries to start a conversation with her little sister.

"...Surprisingly, it was actually quite good! I actually befriended somebody I like!" Mari exclaimed, obviously excited. She has befriended a few before, but she never really found interest towards them, and she could tell that they probably befriended her since she is quite helpful with studies.

"Oh? That's an interesting response, Mari. Who knew you would actually start to get out of your own comfort zone." The blonde remarked, chuckling. She was proud of her sister for finally opening up as she was always somebody who doesn't open up too much... Well at least after a few embarrassing incidents.

"...Yeah... I'm quite surprised myself, too..." Mari mumbled, looking down. She doesn't expect herself to think like this, but she was somewhat excited to go to school tomorrow to talk to Muichiro.

Maybe school won’t be so boring as she thought…

// Hi, I’m Cloudy and I am gonna make a small fic series of Saph’s series that mainly revolves around Mari and Marimui !!! And it’s definitely not cause that I could sense that the main series will go to the angst route.,.,, //

Hopefully you guys won’t mind this !! JAHAHSHDSHDJNSSBS

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likeadevils · 7 months

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2009 Lover Diaries Transcripts

Mar 17, 2009

Hi. It’s me, the girl who always forgets to write in her journal. Oh yea. Her. I just got back from Australia. It was there for 2 weeks and it was amazing. Gorgeous there. So… what else has happened since I wrote… I was on the cover of Rolling Stone. My tour has sold out every venue including Madison Square Garden (in 1 minute) and Staples Center (in 2). I somehow feel like it’s my destiny to roll my eyes at happy couples and resent Valentine’s Day. I also feel like I’m the girl before “the one.” I’m not he “the one.” I’m the girl you think is the one for you, and when it doesn’t work out with me, you meet the next girl and realize she IS the one. The one you’re gonna stay with. I might get married. But I think it’s ultimately my fate to light candles and pine away and roll my eyes at happy couples and resent Valentine’s Day. Taylor

Jul 11, 2009

I just got back from a trip to Canada that was absolutely refreshing and good for the soul. I never really knew what a good thing having no cell or internet could be. But it was a great thing. I did things a little differently up there, and I actually liked it. I started reading self-help books. It’s really uplifting knowing that you can change your life today, tomorrow … just by doing a few things you never thought of. Or doing things differently than you’ve done them before. New things I adopted from a self help book: Get up early. Keep your cool. Don’t tee off on people you love. Laugh more. You can control your moods. Create a love account and make deposits, in other words, show people that you love them. Another new hobby of mine is ….. antique stores. And not just neat, organized antique stores. I really like the ones where there’s so much crap to dig through, you can find absolute treasures for nothing. I went to 2 antique stores in Saskatchewan, and one today in Winnipeg. I bought all these old glass mason jars. I’m gonna use them for candle holders. I bought old scales and watch faces and chairs and old trunks and a bird cage and 2 lamps. This weekend, I gave everyone in the band raises. That was before the first show we played. Calgary. Then, before the show we played tonight, I called the whole crew in for a meeting, and bonused everybody. 72 people. Taylor [name tag "Taylor Swift - Fearless 2009 Tour. Taylor. Singer"} My tour name tag.

Jul 12, 2009

Today was a wonderful day. And not because of some massive career accomplishment or award show. It wasn’t about world domination or another number 1 song. Today was just … wonderful. Today was simple. And perfect. Because today was just me and my mom, driving around, looking at antiques in little antique shops, talking about what chandelier should go in the foyer and if this cabinet would look right in the guest room. We stopped for ice cream cones. It started raining hard while we were shopping, so we had to run back to the car, getting soaking and screaming. We met up with Dad and Austin for dinner at Kabuto. But the best part of the day was just driving around with my mom. Correction: riding around with my mom with a bunch on antiques clanking together in the trunk. I just keep thinking, when I’m 90 years old, reliving the good old days, I doubt I’ll look back on the number one parties as fondly and as frequently as I’ll look back on today. Wearing red lipstick for no reason, mom in her black t-shirt and wet hair, driving around talking about which chandelier should go in the foyer. Taylor

Sep 18, 2009

Ahh… the things that can change in a week… Let’s just say, if you had told me that Kanye West would have been the number one focus of my week, the media, and my part in the VMA’s, I would’ve looked at you cross-eyed. If you had told me that I would win the ward I was nominated for, I wouldn’t have believed you. And if you had told me that one of the biggest stars in music was going to jump up onstage and announce that he thought I shouldn’t have won on live television, I would’ve said “That stuff doesn’t really happen in real life.” Well… apparently… it does.

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#lover diaries*#note: dates and place names are from my notation not taylors #and i didnt transcribe the specific lyrics bc the formatting was giving me a headache #so go to taylorpictures.net if you want those

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anagentinwriting · 3 years

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Lifeline - Part 2

Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader

Word Count: ~2900

Warnings: Elevators, Angst

Lifeline Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Steve POV

“The 911 operator I was talking to had this great idea to use the hose to pull the little girl across the water to get her out of the pool,” Steve reminisced, sitting at the big island in the kitchen watching Sam cook.

“Dude, I was there, remember,” Sam replied. “And hasn’t it been like a week since that happened?”

“Yeah, but it was such a clever idea. I didn’t even know they could see the whole house on their monitors.”

“Who cares! It’s probably some fancy technology not available on the market yet, but if I'm hearing this correctly, it sounds like she popped Stevie’s dispatcher cherry,” Bucky joked behind him.

Steve peeked over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes at Bucky. “My what cherry?”

“You know when you talk to a dispatcher on the phone while on scene. Danvers takes those calls most of the time, but every once in a blue moon, one of us takes it.” Bucky wiggled his eyebrows. “Who was the operator?”

“Um...YN.”

“Oh, my sister,” Thor announced in a deep voice, patting him on the shoulder and taking the stool next to him. “She is very intelligent.”

“Wait, you have a sister?” Steve asked, widening his eyes at him.

“I have two sisters, while one half-sister, but we don’t talk about her because she’s the worst,” Thor answered with pursed lips. “YN is the best though, I like to think she got the brains, I got the brawn, and well, I guess, that makes Loki the beaut of the family.” He nodded with a half shrug.

“Are we still talking about how Rogers popped his dispatcher cherry,” Carol smirked, walking into the kitchen with Valkyrie. Steve felt his face heat up as he tried to say something, but she held her hand up. “It’s okay! Everyone remembers their first time,” She winked, forcing him to shake his head.

“Okay, okay. I get it.” Steve held up his hands in surrender, trying to hide the blush on his face.

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You swiveled back and forth in your chair, waiting for the next call to come in. You had a half-hour left of your twelve-hour shift, and you needed a girls' night out. Living with your brother and Darryl was both a blessing and a curse. They offered you a place to stay, rent-free when you first moved here, but the amount of testosterone in that house was sometimes too much for you to handle. You tapped your fingers on your desk when your line started ringing. You sat up, letting out a deep breath, and pressed the spacebar.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“Hello,” a male voice replied.

“How can I help you?”

“I’m making a turkey and was wondering what the internal temperature has to be?”

“You do know it’s against the law to call with a fake emergency, right?”

“Yes, but this is an emergency.”

“No, it’s not, so get off my line.” You hung up the line, shaking your head. Right away, another call came through, and you answered it.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“Hi, hello. My friends are trapped in the elevator. The elevator must have snapped or something because there was this loud bang.”

“Where are you calling from?”

“The Natural History Museum. Please hurry!”

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Steve sat in his unassigned assigned spot at the dining table, eating a late lunch with the team. It was the cardinal rule at Station 107: Work as a team and eat as a family. Steve never thought he'd be able to find another firehouse he enjoyed working at, considering his previous teammates and friends at his old one. He hated leaving them behind, but he needed a fresh start, and so far, Station 107 was the best second home he could ask for.

Everyone brought something to the team as every firehouse did. Captain Danvers, or Ace as she preferred to be called in the field, brought her confidence and experience, which made for a great leader they could trust and rely on. Thor had his strength and his bravery, but he did have an ego. Sam was a great motivator and could keep everyone on task while still cracking jokes. It was no wonder Sam was the head EMT at this firehouse. Valkyrie was a badass and wasn’t afraid to put people in their place. As for Bucky, Steve knew he would always be there for him till the end of the line.

The loud alarm blaring throughout the firehouse pulled Steve out of his stupor. Everyone knew what that sound meant, and they were ready to tackle whatever it might be. One after another, they slid down the firepole, pulled on their gear, and hopped in the truck, heading towards the scene. It wasn’t unusual to take calls that didn’t involve fire because whoever could get there the fastest was better than no one showing up at all.

Thor hopped behind the driver's seat of the fire engine, pulling out of the garage. Carol sat beside him, giving him directions while speaking with the dispatcher through her headset. The sirens were wailing with Val and Sam behind them in the ambulance.

“Alright, boys. We got an elevator crash at the Natural History Museum,” Carol said into her helmet mic after speaking with dispatch. “Dispatch says three students and their pregnant teacher are inside.”

“What’s the plan, Ace?” Steve asked into his helmet mic, concealing the siren blaring in the background.

“I have contacted the museum's elevator technician, and he has already locked and tagged the power on the cars. The car sits near the basement level, so we will approach from the top in the lobby. I want Thor on the winch…”

“Ahh---what,” Thor interrupted her.

“Calm down, big guy, you can have the next one.” She gave him the side-eye, making the rest of the crew chuckle. “Steve and Bucky are going to do an immediate retrieval and approach from the top. Sam and Val will set a perimeter and then treat those who come up. Then, I will help with the retrieval, and Thor with the winch,” she stated with the last part dripping in sarcasm.

“It still hurts,” Thor added, taking a right at the intersection.

Once on-site, everyone grabbed their gear and took their positions. Steve and Bucky strapped on their harnesses and helmets, switching on the flashlight. They started scaling down the elevator shaft from the lobby as Thor lowered them on the winch with the retrieving rope.

“How we looking, Steve?”

“Sexy, but not like we are trying too hard, but it’s more kind of effortless.”

“Yeah, I mean, have you seen Steve’s ass in that harness. It could be American’s Ass or more like LA’s Finest Ass,” Sam commented with a whistle, echoing in the shaft.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Steve landed on the top of the elevator, unhooking himself while Bucky did the same. “I’m down and unattached.”

“That’s what she said,” Carol responded with her head appearing in the shaft.

Thor chuckled, shaking his head. “Classic.”

Steve rolled his eyes and used his other flashlight to find the hatch on top of the elevator. He unclipped the lock, opening the hatch door, seeing the top of the lights. “I’m Fireman Rogers, please move towards the buttons. I’m going to kick the light out, so we can get you out of there.” It took a few kicks, but once it fell through, a few faces peeked up at him. “How are we doing in there?”

“Oh my god, thank god, you’re here. I thought we were gonna die,” one of the kids replied, clutching his phone in his hand.

“Calm down, Flash. Everything is fine,” the pregnant woman reassured. “Right?” She looked up at Steve with worried filled eyes, and he nodded.

“Watch out, I'm coming down.” Steve crawled down into the hatch, and Bucky passed him the spare harness. “Ma’am, you’re going up first, but first we need to get you strapped into this harness, then we’ll pull you up.” She nodded, trusting him, and allowing him to put the harness on her before Thor used the winch to pull her up.

“Okay, boys, who's going to go next?”

“I’m next,” the one they called Flash stated.

“Okay, then, how about you with the cool hat.”

“Thanks, it gives me confidence,” the kid smiled.

“And then, you,” Steve pointed to the kid wearing a Midtown School of Science and Technology shirt.

“Um...yeah--” he nodded a little too much. “--Yeah...I can go last. Get everyone else to safety first.”

“Perfect.” Steve clapped his hands together. “Let’s do this.”

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It turned out to be a quick rescue, and no one suffered any major injuries. Steve took some gear out to the truck and started repacking it when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned around, noticing the kid in the Midtown School of Science and Technology shirt wrapped in an ambulance blanket.

“What can I do for you, kid?”

“Peter. Peter Parker. I’m...I’m Peter Parker.” He held out his hand, and Steve shook it. “I just wanted to say thank you...thank you for saving my teacher and my friends back there. We’re on our school trip from New York, and this was an adrenaline rush experience.” Peter held up his hand, and Steve noticed it shaking.

He chuckled. “It will wear off.”

“It felt like that opening scene of that old action movie. Where John Wick saves those people that were trapped in the elevator after the bad guy tried to blow them up with a bomb. They don’t catch him obviously because it’s the opening scene, but later he puts the bomb on the bus, and that Bird Box lady has to keep driving like fifty-five miles an hour, or the bus will blow up.”

“I know the one. I think you’re thinking of Speed, but I don’t think it’s that old.”

“Yeah, yeah, that one,” he chuckled, pointing his finger at him. “It’s kind of old, I mean you’re kind of old, so it’s kind of old to you, but to me, it’s kind of new because I’m not that old.” He rambled on, his eyes widening, realizing what he was saying.

“Peter, come on. The museum is going to show us some never before seen stuff because we almost died,” the kid with the cool hat shouted from across the street.

“Coming, Ned,” he yelled back. “Thanks again, Fireman Rogers, and sorry about calling you old. I didn’t...”

“It’s okay, kid, I’m just glad you’re safe.”

Steve watched Peter run back over to his friends with a smile on his face. It was these moments when he loved his job, watching friends and families reunite after a tragedy. It was these moments where he felt like it could almost fix what he lost.

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You sighed, taking a seat at your usual spot at the end of the bar in Happy’s Hydrant. Happy noticed you right away and smiled, giving you a bottle of beer. You thanked him with a nod, taking a sip, and scanning the crowd. It wasn’t unusual to spot a familiar face, considering this bar was created for the heroes of Los Angeles. It welcomed all those members who served or are currently serving as first responders, but civilians were welcome, too. It’s nice to have a place to go with people you could relate to and share similar experiences with after working a twelve or twenty-four-hour shift. They understand what we go through on a day to day basis. It was one of the many reasons Happy Hogan wanted to open this bar after he retired from his Fire Chief position at Station 12.

You swiveled back and forth on your bar stool until someone familiar on the other end of the bar caught your eye. You stopped moving, your eyes not wavering from the man. Your mouth went dry, hearing your heartbeat thumping in your ears. You gulped, feeling your palms start to tingle as the muscles in your legs start to tighten. Every nerve in your body was firing, telling you to run, but it felt like if you moved an inch, he would see you, and these past three months would’ve been for nothing. He glanced your way for a brief moment, and relief flooded your whole body. You relaxed, squeezing your eyes shut as you took a few deep breaths in and out. It wasn’t him.

The weight of someone touching your shoulder makes you jump off your bar stool, and turn around to see one of the ladies you were waiting for. “Hey, it’s only me.” Carol held up her hands in surrender, giving you a reassuring smile. “Sorry, I forgot how jumpy you can be.”

“It’s okay. Lost in my head again.” You nodded, returning to your barstool.

“Thanks for giving my transfer a chance to be the shining star of my squad last week.” She nudged your side, flagging down Happy for a drink.

“Your what...with what,” you asked, narrowing your eyes at her.

“The pool, the hose, the little girl stranded on a floaty with the water electrified. Ringing any bells?”

“Ohhh, right. That one.” You took a sip of your beer. “Fireman Rhodes or was it Ronin?”

“Rogers. Steve Rogers.” You pointed the neck of your beer bottle at her and nodded. “You made quite an impression on him. He can’t stop talking about it, and it’s getting really annoying, but I guess you did pop his dispatcher cherry.” She nudged your side with an ever-growing smile on her face. You rolled your eyes at her, shaking your head. “And if single you is interested, I am sure he is willing to mingle. At least, if you’re into that sort of thing.”

“I’m not ready to start dating. I’m still trying to find myself after going through a terrible six-year marriage.” You gave her a half shrug, eyeing the bar. “When I am ready to date again, all I want is a nice guy.”

“Steve’s nice. Hey, you should swing by one day before your shift and meet him,” she winked, and you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“I haven’t even filed for divorce yet.”

“Wait--” she turned on her stool to face you “--hasn’t it been three months? Why not?”

“I don’t want him knowing where I am.”

“Doesn’t he know where Thor lives?”

“No,” you sighed, shaking your head. “Let's just say he didn’t take much interest in my life while we were together. Besides, I don’t think he'd think I’d go to Thor with how everything turned out the last time I went to him for help.

“What an asshole.” She rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her beer, and you nodded. “Well, at least you know you have an admirer,” she added, making you scoff.

“Hey ladies, sorry I’m late,” Natasha greeted, taking the other stool next to you. “Clint and I checked out this noise complaint a neighbor called in. And it turns out this guy was serenading his ex-girlfriend with hopes to win her back. It was this whole thing, and we wanted to stick around to see what happened next.”

“So what happened,” Carol asked with curious eyes, wearing a mischievous smirk on her face.

“It was crazy.” She shook her head, letting out a breathy chuckle. “She came down and punched him in the face. Apparently, this dude cheated on her with, wait for it--” she drummed her hands on the bar countertop “--her brother. It was a twist I didn’t see coming, but talk about drama on duty. Sometimes I think it would be easier fighting fires or answering phones all day.”

“Oh please, Nat, you wouldn’t last a day. You would miss seeing the excitement first hand. Over the phone, you don’t get much excitement,” you replied.

“Speak for yourself,” Carol added, taking a swig of her beer. “You would love my job, Nat. You get to boss men around.”

“I kind of do that already. Besides, I don’t think I could leave Clint. He’d be lost without me,” she smirked, signaling Happy to make her a martini.

Natasha oozed confidence, which came off as intimidating to most women. When she walked into a room, all eyes were on her, but it was attention she chose to ignore. When men would buy her drinks, she'd take it to another lovely lady. Nat was all about lifting and empowering women to feel confident in their own skin. She wasn’t afraid to tell people to back off or shut up. She was the role model you wish you had when you were with him, then maybe you would've had the confidence and courage to leave sooner.

“Here you are, Nat?” Happy pushed the martini glass to her. “Are you ladies still good?” He asked, pointing to the drinks in front of you.

“Yeah, we’re good. Thanks, Happy,” you smiled at him as he walked away, shooting you a thumbs up.

“How is apartment hunting going, YN?” Nat asked, taking a sip of her martini.

“Good, I found this cute little condo a few blocks away from work. It has a modern feel to it, but I think it would be perfect for me,” you described. “I loved it when I saw the pictures. The landlord is out of town right now, but she told me it’s mine if I want it.”

“I’m so excited for you,” Nat squealed, squeezing your forearm. “You need to get out of that testosterone-filled house and get on your own two feet again.”

“Yes, you do,” Carol agreed. “What’s your softie older brother going to think of you leaving?”

“I’m going to have to break it to him slowly.”

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AN: Thanks for reading part 2! I hope you all are liking it so far! If you caught it there was a quote from Brooklyn 99 that I thought was too good not to put in! 😂 Also, Darryl Jacobson, if you don't remember him, he was Thor's roommate in those Marvel shorts. I thought he would be a fun and entertaining addition to this story! Also, any ideas as to why Steve left his old firehouse? Did you enjoy the little Peter Parker cameo? And what do you think Thor is going to think of her moving it? Comments always welcome, thanks again for reading!

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petersasteria · 3 years

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The Forces of Nature || Ch.17

Pairing: Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader Summary: “There’s this kid out there that can control the wind or something. I think she’s a great addition to the team. Let’s recruit her.” 2,456 words italics are flashbacks Series Masterlist || Parker || Taglist

On the way to Greece, Steve formulated a plan that was suitable for everyone and upon arriving, they went to work. They landed in Athens and they were ready to fight. The Violent Swine wasn’t showing up yet and they still had time to review their plans. “Okay, let’s huddle.” Steve announced. Tony looked at him like he was crazy, “We never do huddles.”

“Yeah, but I figured we could review our plan.” Steve said, turning around to face everyone.

“Did you mean your plan? You planned everything. We got no say in it.” Tony said.

“Can both of you stop it? We’re here for Y/N. We have no time to listen to both of you fight, okay? We’re supposed to stick together, not fight each other. Fight each other later when all of this is over, but for now, shut up.” Nat said sternly. Steve and Tony immediately quieted down.

Deciding to steer the attention back to their purpose, Y/N thought it’d be nice to take the reins. She cleared her throat and said, “Okay, let’s review Steve’s plan. Tony, Sam, and Rhodey will handle the aerial fights and the tech stuff. Nat and Cap will handle the fights on the ground with the rest of us, but on the other side of the city. Clint will be on one of the roofs. Tony will bring him there. Th-”

“You’re kind of like my Uber.” Clint glanced at Tony, who rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Okay and Th-”

“I know where I’ll be Lady Y/N.” Thor interrupted with a smile. “I shall be with Steve and Lady Natasha here on the ground and we shall fight the villain and his allies. And this man,” Thor put a hand on Bruce’s shoulder, “will turn green and throw things upon doing so.”

“Yes, thank you for that, Thor.” Y/N chuckled a bit. “Wanda will rescue people and Scott will be hiding. Careful on where you step because Scott will be small for this. He’s back up. I guess for the meantime, Scott can help Wanda.”

“Got it.” Scott nodded.

“Me, Pete, and Bucky will be looking for the villain and we’ll fight him. He’ll probably bring an army of allies. Are we all ready?” Y/N asked everyone and they all nodded. She grinned, “Alright. Make sure all your comms are on so we can talk and check on each other. Let’s split up and take care, everyone.”

They all went their separate ways and soon as they did that, The Violent Swine arrived with his allies. His allies were wearing old-fashioned Greek clothing and they all looked like gods.

“Is it just me, or are they all dressed like people from Asgard?” Peter asked, getting ready to fight.

“Don’t be silly, Peter. They only have sheets as clothes.” Y/N pointed out, making Bucky chuckle. “I’m quite nervous, though. I haven’t been in a fight before.”

“This one’s a big fight, that’s for sure.” Peter said, nervously.

“This is going to be the greatest fight of your lives, trust me. Both of you can do it.” Bucky encouraged.

“We finally met.” The Violent Swine grinned as he walked towards Y/N. “I would say sorry for your loss, but I’m not sorry for what I did. I wanted to get your attention.”

“It worked. I’m here now.” Y/N said. “What do you want from me?”

“You don’t deserve to be here. I want you gone; dead, even.” The Violent Swine said. He was angry at her for living and Y/N didn’t know why.

“Not if I kill you first.” Y/N answered, making the eyes of Peter’s mask widen in shock. He didn’t know that the plan was to kill the villain. He thought that they’d take him to prison.

“We’ll see about that.” The Violent Swine turned his head to his allies before looking back at Y/N, “Epíthesi! (Attack!)”

With that, the battle began.

The first to strike were the deities in the sky, making Sam, Tony, and Rhodey confused. “What is this shit?” Sam asked as he fought one of them.

“I don’t know, but they just popped out of nowhere!” Rhodey exclaimed, shooting the one he was fighting. After blasting the sky deity that attacked him, Tony said, “After this, I’m taking a break. This Avatar shit is making me tired.”

“You’re just getting old.” Sam joked.

“Okay, Big Bird.” Tony responded as they fought off more of the deities.

Clint was on the roof, shooting arrow after arrow up in the sky to help Tony and the rest of the guys. “What’s happening up there?” Clint asked through the comms, taking a break from shooting arrows.

“Just fine!”

“Yeah, we can do it!”

“Go help Nat and Capsicle!”

“Roger that.” Clint said before parkouring his way down from the rooftop. “Nat? Cap? Where are you, guys?” He made his way through the crowd as people ran for safety.

“We’re outside The Parthenon fighting off these big guys!” Nat grunted as she got hit on the ribs.

“I’m on my way.” Clint ran through the crowd and went there. As he passed by, Wanda and Scott a few feet away from him, leading people to safety.

“Can you take your helmet thing off? You’re freaking people out.” Wanda said.

“No way. After we lead these people to safety, we’re going to help them fight off the bad guys and it’s protecting my head.” Scott responded. “Geez, how many people are here?”

“Thousands, probably.” Wanda shrugged. When the last people were led to the safe place that Scott found, they closed the door and looked at each other.

“What now?” Scott asked.

“We help them.” Wanda answered. “Where will you go?”

“Probably with Thor. You?”

“The sky.” Wanda said.

“Alright. Good luck!” Scott said. Wanda flew up to where the three men were and joined them in fighting. “I figured you needed a woman’s help in fighting because you three seem to be losing.”

“Is that trash talk?” Tony asked, amused.

“Only if you want it to be.” Wanda said as she effortlessly fought off the deities.

On the ground, Scott was on his way to Bruce and Thor. He didn’t have to ask where they were because he could see Hulk from where he was. “I’m here!” Scott said, standing next to Thor and getting ready to fight.

“Ahh, yes! The tiny man who can also grow very big!” Thor exclaimed. “Bruce is already smashing things and I’m going to do my thunder stuff. You can fight them off by getting really big.”

“Okay, I’ll do that.” Scott shrugged and turned himself bigger. All three of them fought alongside each other and they were winning. “Hey, Spidey! How’s it going over there?” Scott asked.

“Not good for me!” Peter shrieked as he got dragged by one of the allies. Peter shot taser webs at them and they immediately let go of him. Peter stayed on the ground to catch his breath and Bucky ran past him, “C’mon, Peter! Keep up!”

“Yeah, just a second!” Peter shouted, as he slowly stood up. He looked at Y/N and she was busy fighting The Violent Swine in hand-to-hand combat. Y/N threw in good punches and kicks as she skillfully dodged his attempts. Needless to say, she was winning.

“Kid, I know you can fight better than her, but she’s owning this shit!” Bucky said as he shot every ally he could find.

“Gee, thanks.” Peter said before concentrating and joining the fight once more.

“Y/N!” Bucky shouted as he saw her being punched so hard that she flew a few feet away. Bucky ran towards her as she took deep breaths. “I’ve been in a lot of fights and I know it hurts. But you have to get up and fight him harder than he fought you. If he loses, it’s over and we can go home.”

He helped her up and after making sure she was alright, he ran off to help Peter. Y/N angrily walked towards The Violent Swine and said, “You took my only family away from me and I’ll never forgive you for that!”

“Yeah, I figured. It won’t matter anymore when you’re dead like her. I’m doing you a favor, Gaia.” He said tauntingly.

“Don’t call me that!” She shouted and flew up in the sky. She looked down at him and got ready to finally end him.

“Oh, you don’t know your origin?” The Violent Swine chuckled. “That’s upsetting, darling. You don’t belong here at all! That’s why I’m sent to kill you.”

“Who sent you?” She asked, brows furrowed.

“Ouranos.” He replied before shouting something in Greek to his allies. A few of his allies flew to where Y/N was and they fought. With all her strength, she fought. It was difficult, but she was pushing through.

Peter and Bucky saw it and Bucky said, “Peter, do your web sling thingy!”

“Who will I shoot it to?”

“The fucking enemy, of course!”

“Geez, calm down, old man!” Peter said before doing what he was told. He shot stun webs at Y/N’s enemies and they all fell on the ground. As soon as they did, Bucky ran towards them and fought them. Peter joined Bucky and asked, “Mr. Stark, you okay?”

“Yeah, we’re all okay here. I think we fought the last of them. Wanda helped us. Capsicle, how are you and Nat?”

“We’re good. Clint thinks Nat broke a rib and I think so too.” Steve said, breathing heavily while wiping some blood off his lip.

“I’m fine and I can still fight!” Nat exclaimed.

“You can sit this one out, Nat.” Clint said.

“Scott, you there?” Steve asked.

“Yeah! Thor’s been doing his thunder stuff and Hulk has been throwing cars at the bad guys. I asked help from the ants too and they did a great job. We were able to tackle this one guy and it turns out, he hated ants. So my little ant dudes just-”

“Okay, that’s enough. Thank you.” Steve said.

“Oh, yeah. No problem!” Scott said happily.

“What’s going on there, Queens?”

“I think Y/N and the swine flu guy are confronting each other because Y/N killed his allies. She just landed on the ground and they’re talking.” Peter said, updating the rest of the team. “I think you guys should come and see this.”

The rest of the avengers joined Peter and Bucky as they watched the interaction between Y/N and The Violent Swine.

“You killed my allies.” The Violent Swine said as he looked around. The damage was done and he knew that the Avengers would win if they took him away or worse, kill him. If he killed one of them and got away, it’s the loss of the Avengers. He weighed out his options and formulated a plan.

“It’s over for you. Just give up.” Y/N said. She was tired, but she wanted to make sure that this villain was gone.

“I’ve been watching your every move since you were born and you grew up nicely.” He said. “You lost a lot of people in your life and you lived with your cruel aunt and seeing you alive and kicking is refreshing. I applaud you for that, truly.”

Y/N didn’t know what his motive was, but she knew that he wasn’t sincere. Something off about him and his speech and she could feel that something bad was about to happen. She just had to beat him to it.

“That night, when you killed Eunice, the police saw the words ‘overthrow gaia’ on the wall written with blood. What did you mean by that?” Y/N asked, mentally preparing to fight.

“I can’t give you the answers because Ouranos never told me everything. He just showed me who you are and said ‘Gaia’ and threw me here. He made me watch you grow up and develop your powers. He’s the reason your parents are dead.”

“What?” Y/N looked away in distraught. Her parents. Her poor mother and father never made it out alive.

Anything can happen in a blink of an eye. A few seconds can pass and that can be considered as the past already. That's the concept of time. Because of this, everyone does stupid things. It can be anything. After all, stupid things that a person has done might not be stupid enough to another person. It's totally different, but everyone can agree that drunk driving is stupid.

Anything can happen in a blink of an eye. One second Y/N and her parents were going on a drive then the next second, they were hit by another car. They were in the middle of nowhere in an intersection and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Their car got hit by another car, similar to their own car, and it was a strong impact. Unfortunately, due to that almost everyone died. Almost everyone. Y/N was the only one who survived. She only had scratches.

She didn't know why she was left alive. She didn't know why she was spared, but she figured the man upstairs had plans for her. She didn't know what the plans were, but she was willing to figure it out.

She quickly got out of the car and she was glad she did because after she got out of the car, it blew up. It was hard for a 15 year old to see that. The driver of the other car died too. She later found out that the driver was drunk when the ambulance came.

She was brought to the hospital for her wounds to be cleaned. Then her grandmother was called to inform her what happened. Y/N's grandmother picked her up from the hospital and drove her home.

While looking away, The Violent Swine made his move. He took a small dagger from his pocket and ran to Y/N. She felt someone running towards her and she turned around to see The Violent Swine holding a dagger, ready to stab her.

It was as if everything happened in slow motion. The Violent Swine got ready to pounce on her, but the ground shook and it opened. Y/N saw nothing but fear in his eyes as he fell down the hole she created before closing it up. The ground that The Violent Swine walked on, swallowed him whole. The sight made the avengers gasp. They had never seen anything like it before.

“Remind me not to make her mad.” Scott said, breaking the silence.

Just like that, it was over. The evil met his demise.

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daddy duties | 19

“Good morning beautiful,” Jimin says, peppering your face with kisses. You couldn’t help but laugh, putting your hand on his chest.

“Good morning,” you say back, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“How was your sleep?” He asks. You press your head deeper into your pillow. It being the first time in a while where you had decent sleep.

“The best~ Mingyu slept all night…” speaking of your son, you look around, not seeing him at all. “Where is he?” You ask your husband. Jimin laughs, pulling you up.

“He’s with our parents. Your mom and dad came early.” Your eyes widen at his words.

“Mom and dad are here already?!” You yell. As if they heard you, your mom yells out:

“Yn! Are you not out of bed yet?” You turn to the sound of her voice, laughing before zooming out of the room. Jimin smiled so big as he followed you, walking out of the room.

“Mom! Dad!” You yell, running to hug your parents.

“Oh!” Your mom lets out as you hug her tightly. “Omo, you act as if you are still a teenager,” she says, pulling away to hold her daughter’s face. “Oh my, honey, your dark circles…” You groan pulling away from your mom. It’s the first time she’s seen you in a while and this is what she tells you!

“You’re still adorable my princess,” your dad says, hugging you next. “You always admired pandas didn’t you?--”

“DAD!” You yell out, making everyone laugh. “You both always have something to say…” You pout.

“We say it out of love,” your mom said, winking at you. You roll your eyes playfully.

“Yeah, yeah. I missed you both though,” you smile. You look around for your son and see your mother in law holding him. You gasp as he smiles and kick his feet when he sees you, reaching out for you immediately.

“There’s my baby!” You say, walking toward him and taking him into your arms. “Good morning mini,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Ahh… I still can’t believe my baby -- has a baby!” Your dad says, walking over to poke Mingyu’s cheek.

Jimin felt so happy being surrounded by his parents and your parents. Mingyu’s grandparents loved the three of you being in Busan and wanted to spend as much time as they can with you three as possible, keeping the entire weekend full.

“So what’s the plan today?” Jimin says, looking at his parents. His mom started putting lots of food out on the table as they talked, preparing a huge breakfast.

“We were thinking we would go to the beach,” she says. Jimin starts to help her put food out as well.

“That would be fun, we only went to the beach once with Mingyu. He liked it though,” you say. “Right Gyu?” Mingyu blankly stares back at you and you laugh, turning back to your parents. “Maybe not so much..”

“Look at all the seagulls!” Jimin says, running on the sand, chasing the birds away.

“Yah! Can you help?” You yell out, taking Mingyu out of his car seat while both yours and Jimin’s parents take out food and a blanket for you seven to lay on.

Jimin comes running back to you and squishing your face in his hand.

“Don’t be a grumpy bear,” he says in a baby voice, taking Mingyu’s bag.

As soon as you all were settled on a picnic blanket on the sand, you wrap Mingyu up in a blanket because it was super windy and cold out. You then wrap your arms around him, making sure he’s extra warm.

“Babe let’s go near the water,” Jimin says, holding his hand out to you.

“But Gyu,” you said, looking down at your shivering baby.

“Give him to me honey,” your mom says, reaching out for your son. You turn to your mom and hand her Mingyu, who she wraps tighter in the blanket and hugs tightly.

“Let’s go,” Jimin says, grabbing your hand and pulling you up.

“The water is so cold,” Jimin says, trying to walk closer to the waves rolling up. You scream as the waves come running to the both of you.

“Don’t get wet, you’re going to get sick!” You tell him, pulling him away from the water. Jimin laughs as he pretends to push you in, making you yell and grabbing onto his jacket tightly.

“I will kill you!” You say. Jimin couldn’t help but laugh as he pushes you away from him and runs off.

“Park Jimin!” You yell, running along the shore, chasing your husband. Jimin manages to turn back and run past you before running through a crowd of seagulls.

“We should feed them,” he says, running back to the blanket where your family was at.

“Mom did you bring any chips?” He asks, his dad turns around and grabs one out of the picnic basket they brought.

“Oh- thanks dad!” He says, running back to where you were standing. He rips the bag open and pops one in his mouth, handing the bag to you after getting a few chips in his hand. He then takes one chip between his pointer and middle finger, raising it up when a seagull passes by. The seagull misses it and flies off, making Jimin pout. He was about to put his hand down when another seagull rushed to him and stole the chip, catching him off guard.

“oH!” He yells. His yell and the bird passing by your face surprised you, making you throw the bag of chips up into the air where a flock of birds rushed to.

“AHHHHHHH!” You yell, stumbling backwards as the birds fight over the bag of chips, making you fall.

“Babe! Are you okay??” Jimin says, rushing towards you. You reach your hand out for him when a wave comes up the shore, soaking your entire bottom.

You yelp at the cold water, Jimin’s eyes widening as he quickly pulls you up.

As if your mom already knew what was going to happen, she had a towel ready for you when you two walked back to the blanket.

“Why’s it so cloudy?” Jimin says, looking up at the sky. He was laying right next to you as you fed Mingyu. You turned to look up at the sky and noticed that it was starting to cover up the sun.

“Oh no.. is it going to rain?” As if the sky wanted to answer your question, a few small droplets fell on you and Jimin’s faces.

“I checked the weather this morning and it was supposed to be sunny all morning,” Jimin’s dad comments. Your parents began helping Jimin’s parents pack up, noticing that the rain was only going to get heavier and none of you brought an umbrella.

Jimin helps you up as you’re still feeding Mingyu. He takes another towel and covers Mingyu with it as he helps you walk back to the car. The rain was only getting harder.

“Well that was a fail,” Jimin’s mom says, apologizing to everyone as they all got into the car.

“It’s okay mom! I’m sure we can still have some fun at home,” you say, reassuring her that the day was not at all ruined. You fastened Mingyu into his car seat, he was already falling asleep.

“We can watch a movie or have a board game night?” Jimin’s dad suggests. You nod, agreeing to his idea. Movies and board games were always a safe and fun home activity to do. You did it with the group all the time.

“Oooh! I brought Uno cards!” Jimin excitedly announced. You scoff at him.

“You really brought it? Honey… I don’t think our parents know how to play that.” He rolls his eyes at you as if you weren’t stating the obvious.

“I know,” he whispers, “this is the only chance I have at winning. Shhh..”

“I’m going to put Mingyu down for a nap,” you say, as soon as you all get back home. Jimin immediately jumps on the couch and grabs the remote, searching for a movie to watch.

“Ahh… we’re back at grandma and grandpa’s house,” you say softly to Mingyu, who had his eyes closed but was still half awake. “I’ll come get you in a few hours okay?” You kiss his little head before setting him in the little crib you guys had in the room.

As soon as you put him down, you sneeze. Then again. And…. it went away. You rub your nose on your sleeve, immediately taking your clothes off to change into dryer ones. Your pants were still pretty cold from when you fell and the water hit you.

Your nose kept running and you kept sneezing as you were getting into new pants. As if he sensed something, Jimin walks into your room.

“Are you okay?” He asks, “I was wondering what’s taking you so long.” You sniffled a bit before you answered him, your voice sounding muffled with your congested nose.

“I think I’m getting sick,” you shivered. Jimin’s face had worry written all over it as he rushed over to you and helped you lay in bed. He made sure to tuck you in and make you all warm.

“I’ll tell our parents we can continue our hang out later, but you should rest and warm up. I’ll bring you some tea and I’ll ask my mom if she has any medicine you can take, okay?” He tells you, you nod your head, snuggling into the blanket a bit more to get yourself warm. He presses a quick kiss to your forehead before getting up.

A couple hours has passed and you seem to have fallen asleep, matching the rhythm of Mingyu’s nap time.

You look over at his crib, finding him missing once again.

“Jimin?” You called out with a raspy voice. No one answered so you peeled off the bed sheets off of your body and you slowly got out of bed. You walk out of the room and into the living room where you saw Mingyu laying on his dad’s chest as his dad watched tv.

“There he is,” you say, Jimin turns to you, startled.

“You’re awake,” he says. “How are you feeling?” You smile lazily at him.

“Tired. Stuffy.” You tell him, walking over to both your boys and sitting down next to Jimin, snuggling his side.

“Oh no… but don’t worry, your parents went out to get medicine for you,” he says, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you even closer. You rub your cheek on your husband’s chest, staring face to face with your son. You caress his soft head and he stares at you funny. Before you knew it, he sneezed on your face next.

“Ah--” You back up from him and his dad, reaching for the box of tissues on their side table. Jimin looks at you, then at Mingyu with his mouth the shape of an “O.”

As soon as you wiped your face your frown at your baby.

“Oh no, did I get you sick?” You say, and he responds with another small sneeze. “This is not how this weekend was supposed to go,” you say, leaning against the couch.

“It’s okay, at least we had fun yesterday and that we’re with our family,” Jimin says, pulling you back in to cuddle him. He leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Babe, you’re going to catch our cold.” Jimin shakes his head.

“I’m pretty sure it’s inevitable,” he responds.

“Honey are you still feeling sick?” Jimin’s mom asks, walking into the living room. You nod your head.

“I think I got Gyu sick too,” you confess.

“I don’t think it was such a good idea to take you three to a cold beach during the rain,” Jimin’s dad says sheepishly. “Speaking of, there’ll be heavy rain again tomorrow so you two be careful going back to Seoul.”

“Why don’t you three just stay a little longer? Until you two get better at least. I don’t want you two getting worse,” your mother in law suggests. Jimin nods, agreeing with her instantly. You couldn’t help but think of Sarang’s wedding and how she wanted you all to get back safely to ensure that everyone would be complete. But also you didn’t want to risk the health of your son. You knew you would be back before the wedding anyways, and Sarang would understand the situation.

“Okay, we’ll stay.”

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daddy duties

☔︎part nineteen: pandas☔︎

pairings: newdad!jimin x wife!reader

a/n: i’m so sleepy but i wanted to post before i slept

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by @rexalexander and @postcardsanddaydreaming

After the Atlanta child murders, the Behavioral Science Unit is as busy as ever. With a new team member by their side, they take on what feels like a growing number of active serial killers as well as continue their interviews of already incarcerated subjects. Bill tries to track down Nancy and Brian with the hopes of repairing his marriage, while Wendy tries to take on a more active role in their research with an eager budding protégé at her side.

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Chapter 3: Could You Be The One

The bell rang. Her peers bolted from their desks and flooded the hallway, grabbing at their coats and bags, before running down the hall, towards the door. Towards freedom.

She waited, at least until there were only a few remaining children gathering their belongings, before getting up from her desk. The teacher gave her a smile, but it felt off somehow in a way she couldn’t quite place. She smiled back anyways.

By the time she reached the hall, her coat had been knocked to the floor. A partial footprint was left on the arm. She picked it up and brushed the dust off. The tread marks were still visible. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and went to the washroom.

The stall doors were all open. Empty. She lifted the sleeve of her coat near the sink and ran the tap slightly warm. Then, with a wet paper towel, she gently dabbed at the dirt until it was no longer visible. The sleeve was damp, but she reasoned she should be able to conceal that from her mother until it dried. She pressed a dry paper towel into it as best she could. It would have to do.

She stepped outside into the courtyard, arms crossed to hide her sleeve. Her mother was waiting in the car, ushering for her to hurry. She walked quickly to the car and got in.

“Finally,” her mother muttered. “I was able to switch my hair appointment to,” she looked at the time, “well, now. So, you’re going to have to come along.”

She said nothing, having no choice in the matter. It wasn’t exactly fun, but there were worse things. The dentist, for one. Her arms remained crossed for the remainder of the car ride. Every few minutes, she checked her sleeve. Each time, the dark patch of wet fabric was lighter and lighter.

Her mother turned into a different person as soon as they exited the car and went into the salon. Outside Mother. Outside Mother is attentive, always smiling (except when inappropriate), and does not raise her voice. Outside Mother also never smokes.

The salon was an onslaught of pastel from the pink cushioned chairs to the lime and cream colored walls. Outside Mother gave her name to the woman behind the front counter and apologized for her tardiness. She turned around.

“You can have a seat and do your homework while you wait, okay sweetheart?” Outside Mother told her in her sickly sweet voice.

The girl nodded and took a seat in one of the pink chairs. It wasn’t nearly as comfortable as it looked. She inspected the magazines spread out on the coffee table.

How to make two outfits out of one.

She passed on that knowledge.

There were only a few other people in the salon. Three employees including the woman behind the counter, who couldn’t have been more than twenty years old. She looked like Ingrid Bergman - warm, soft. She glanced over at the girl and smiled. The girl returned the smile, but looked away quickly, embarrassed, but unsure why. There was a sadness behind the woman’s eyes, despite the smile. It was the same way she saw anger behind her mother’s. Fear behind her father’s. She wondered what people saw behind hers, if there was anything to see.

Outside Mother was settled in her chair, the large cone-like contraption hovering above her head, next to another woman. They each casually flipped through a magazine while chatting.

“So, how are Harold and the boys doing? Your eldest must be, what, twelve now?” Outside Mother asked.

“Almost. Johnny will be twelve next month and Simon turned nine in August.”

“Just a year older than our little angel.”

Outside Mother nods towards “her angel”. She could feel their gaze and didn’t look up to meet it.

“Harry got some exciting news recently,” the other woman said.

“Oh really?”

“It’s not public yet, but it’s as good as done. I’m not really supposed to talk about it though.”

Outside Mother gave her an understanding look.

“But -” the other woman continued, “if you can keep a secret.”

“Of course.”

“Well…”

Her voice went softer than could be heard from across the salon. The girl gave up on eavesdropping and took out her notebook and a pencil. She flipped past the pages of her homework to the last clean page of her book and began to draw.

The bell above the door chimed, announcing the entrance of another patron. Her fitted dark blue dress popped out among the soft pastel setting. She didn’t fit the scene, but it was the salon and everyone else in it that suddenly felt out of place in her presence. The woman at the counter acknowledged her. She appeared to be a regular. She turned around and took a seat next to the girl revealing a bold, deep red lip.

The girl continued her drawing. It was an open field with a few flowers. At the center stood a penguin. In the sky, far above the penguin, an assortment of birds were flying. She finished the final details of the wings, added a couple more flowers to the field, then swapped her pencil for her container of colored pencils. The woman in blue watched her as she pulled out a light green pencil and began shading the grass.

“Hmm,” the woman pondered out loud.

The girl paused her coloring briefly, then resumed without looking up.

“I thought penguins lived in the North Pole,” she mused.

“No,” the girl replied. “They live in Antarctica.”

“I see.”

The woman took off her white gloves, plucking the tip of each finger like petals from a daisy.

“Isn’t there snow in Antarctica?” she asked.

“Yes.”

The woman smiled. She was amused.

“This penguin is from Antarctica, but she’s not in Antarctica,” the girl explained.

“Ahh, okay. Why?”

The girl thought for a moment, then shrugged.

“I think she was taken from there when she was very little and doesn’t remember it. She just knows she’s from there and supposed to be there.”

“Couldn’t she go back?”

“No. She can’t fly. Penguins are flightless birds.”

The woman took in the drawing once more, understanding it a little better.

“Is that why she’s all alone?”

The girl didn’t reply. Instead, she switched her green pencil for a yellow one. She colored the insides of the flowers.

“Why don’t some of the other birds come down?”

The girl let out a noise, somewhere between a laugh and a scoff.

“They wouldn’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because they can fly,” she replied matter-of-factly.

“Surely they don’t fly all the time. They must need to rest.”

“They do,” she confirmed. “But they never stay.”

“That must get lonely.”

The girl carefully filled in the penguin’s beak with her yellow pencil.

“It does.” She traded the yellow for a black. “She’s used to it.”

The young woman from the counter approached the woman in blue. They were ready for her. She gave one last look to the girl, who looked up this time.

Their eyes met.

They smiled at each other - a real smile, with nothing behind it.

The girl watched the woman in blue follow the hairdresser to her station.

She took out her regular pencil again and added to her picture.

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Wendy spent an inordinate amount of time over the past few weeks sorting through resumes and cover letters for the new secretary position in the BSU. There was more interest in the position than she (or Gunn, for that matter) had anticipated. She was able to get Gregg to help weed out some of the applicants, but he wasn’t as discerning in his decisions as she would’ve been, and found herself having to make further cuts to his “approvals”. The list was narrowed down to eight. Half of them were coming in later that afternoon for interviews, conducted by Wendy and Bill. The rest would be completed the following morning.

Bill sat hunched over a file, cigarette in hand, when Wendy knocked on his partially open door. He looked up at her with tired eyes.

“What are your thoughts?” she asked.

He stared at her, his brow furrowed.

“The applicants,” she clarified.

He let out a deep exhale.

“You haven’t looked at them yet, have you?” It was more of a statement than a question.

Bill shook his head in response to his own forgetfulness.

“I’m sorry. I’ll do that right now.”

“It’s alright. I have questions prepared. It’s more for your benefit.”

“Still.”

He shuffled the stacks of papers and files around his desk in search of the resumes Wendy had given him last week.

“I can make another copy of them,” she offered.

“No, no. I’ve got them here. Somewhere.”

She scanned his workspace, her eyes landing on a familiar looking folder in a tray.

Wendy cleared her throat. Bill looked up.

Her eyes flicked from Bill to the tray. He opened the folder, confirming its contents.

“I’m reading these right now.”

“Okay. Our first interview is at 1pm, so we should be in the meeting room by quarter to. Someone from HR will bring them down.” Wendy saw the look on Bill’s face and… “You forgot those were today.”

“Wendy - ”

“It’s okay, Bill. Really. Like I said, I’ve already reviewed the candidates and prepared questions for the interviews. You just have to show up.”

“I appreciate it, you know. All the work you do.”

She left him with an understanding nod and a polite smile.

Bill snuffed out his cigarette and immediately lit another one.

Holden walked quickly past Wendy, who politely acknowledged his presence, on his way to Bill’s office.

“Bill.”

He exhaled the long drag he just took of his cigarette.

“Yeah?”

“Gunn wants us to help out on those freeway killer cases in California. They found another body a few days ago in the San Bernardino Mountains. He wants us out there tomorrow morning.”

Bill groaned.

“What?” Holden asked.

“Wendy’s not going to be happy.”

“Why?”

“We have those interviews today and tomorrow for the new position.”

“The secretary? Do you really need to be there for those?”

“I’m head of this team, Holden, so yes, it would be good if I was involved in the hiring of a new member.”

“I’m sure she’ll understand. I can talk to her, if you want.”

Bill gave him a look that very clearly said no.

“Those freeway killings. The victims were drugged, raped, and beaten, right?” Bill asked.

“And bound.”

“Another BTK.”

“Not exactly, though. There are distinct differences between them.”

Bill looked at the folder under Holden’s arm.

“Is that -”

“Oh. Yes.”

Holden handed the folder to Bill. It was thick.

Wendy entered the meeting room at 12:45pm sharp with two glasses of water and the tape recorder under her arm. With Bill busy preparing for the last minute trip to California, they both figured it wouldn’t hurt to record the interviews.

Her notebook and list of questions were already on the table. She placed a glass of water at each side in front of the respective chairs, with the tape recorder on her side to the right. She popped open the recorder to double check that there was a blank tape inside. There was.

Wendy had done a fairly good job at screening the applicants. They were all (so far) more or less capable of doing the job, but each with their own weak points.

The first two candidates of the day were internal - both obscene stenographers, women about ten to fifteen years Wendy’s senior. Sandra was up first. She had passable answers to Wendy’s questions, but didn’t seem to fully understand what the BSU was or why it was important. Sharon, the second, was four minutes late and very rattled by it. It could’ve been coincidental, but someone who flusters easily was not the best fit.

The third was a young man named Peter. He was barely old enough to drink, but his resume was strong and he had work and volunteer experience. When asked about his comfort level with disturbing topics, his face went visibly white and clammy as Wendy listed off, in some detail, a few of the types of victims they deal with - those who have been dismembered, raped pre or post-mortem, mutilated, etc. She stopped before he got to the point of gagging and quickly wrapped up the interview.

The final candidate of the day was a much older man, at least sixty, if not older, named Thomas. He reminded Wendy of Gregg in twenty odd years. He was intelligent and experienced, but he had the same air of naivety as Gregg. That lingering aura of having been sheltered from the “evils” of the world as a child, or as they called it, a good Christian upbringing. Thomas was sweet and polite, but showed clear signs of not being able to keep up with the pace that the position would require.

At the end of the interview, Wendy thanked Thomas for his time and walked him to the elevator on her way to Bill’s office. His face was buried in his hand, his elbow resting on the desk.

She knocked softly. He revealed his face.

“I can come back if now’s not a good time.”

“No, now’s fine. I could use a break.”

“First round of interviews are done.”

“And?”

She waffled her head side to side.

“They weren’t bad. Not ideal in varying ways, but some are more...workable than others.”

“It’s a unique gig.”

“I think tomorrow will be better. There are two in particular that should be more promising. Frank Tyler, late 20s, some military experience, so he’s probably not squeamish. He has a degree in philosophy, so he’s educated -”

“And jobless.”

Wendy smirked.

“The other one is Ruth Cairns. She’s a bit young. But she has secretary experience and recently finished her degree in sociology.”

It was Bill’s turn to smirk. “The Boston girl.”

“So you did read the files I gave you.”

“No shame in rooting for one of your own,” he replied, still smiling.

“There’s no nepotism here,” she countered. It came out more defensively than she intended.

“She wasn’t one of your students?”

“No.”

He believed her. “Okay.”

“How’s the studying,” she asked.

Bill sighed.

“It’s a mess, honestly. They’ve gathered every case where a body was found near a highway thinking they must all be connected going back almost ten years. There’s dozens.”

“Better to have more to work from than less.”

He knew she was right. It didn’t make it any less work, though.

“Half of them don’t even remotely fit the MO. They’ve got women, gunshot victims. Some were disposed of in pieces in trash bags. Some appeared to have been thrown out of a moving car.”

Wendy processed the information.

“And the MO is based off of the most recent victims?”

“Starting in ‘79. An unidentified male, 20s, found his head, torso, and left leg in a couple of trash bags behind a gas station in Long Beach. He’d been sodomized with a sock. A couple weeks later, the body of Gregory Wallace Jolley, 20, was found at Lake Arrowhead, emasculated and with his head and legs severed.”

“Pre or post?”

“Post. A few months after that, the decapitated body of 19-year-old Mark Alan Marsh, a Marine, was found near Templin Highway. He was also missing his hands.”

“So, there is a definite pattern of young male victims, late puberty to early adulthood. All white?”

“Yup. Another 19-year-old Marine was found September of last year near the El Toro Marine air base, also in trash bags. Then four months ago, Michael Cluck, 17, was found on the side of Interstate 5 near Goshen, Oregon. Sodomized, beaten, kicked. Cause of death was thirty-one blows to the head with a blunt object. The back of his head was completely destroyed.”

He let out a long breath.

“I’m not even sure this latest one is part of it all.”

“What makes you say that?” she asked.

“Well, he wasn’t dismembered. We’ll know more of the details from the autopsy tomorrow, but they said they found tissue stuffed deep in his nose and rectum.”

“Could we maybe be dealing with a pair? Or perhaps even more than two killers, working together to some extent.”

“Maybe. If we are, they clearly have the same ‘type’.”

“Well, best of luck.”

“Thanks.”

Wendy lingered for a moment in the doorway. Bill could tell why, but all he offered her was a small smile. She nodded, understanding, and left. There was no word from Nancy.

Holden and Bill were relieved to find California not as unbearably hot as Georgia had been, but it still didn’t take long for their previously clean and crisp shirts to become nearly drenched in sweat.

They had studied the crime scene photos on the plane. Christopher Allen Williams, 17, had been missing his socks, shoes, and underwear. There was nothing that indicated any staging in the body placement, and lack of significant animal activity made it unlikely that it had been dragged from anywhere.

An officer was waiting for them when they got to the station. He was somewhere between Holden and Bill’s age with a moustache from the 70s.

“Agent Tench, Agent Ford.” He offered his hand to Bill first, then Holden. “Officer Eddie Zott. Thank you for coming out here.”

“Happy to help,” Bill replied.

“I’ve just got the autopsy report. Here, why don’t we -”

He led them down the air conditioned hall and into one of the empty interrogation rooms. It was not air-conditioned, but there was a single fan in the corner blowing warm air around the room.

Zott put the report on the desk and gave it a read, his lips mouthing along silently. Bill and Holden gave each other a side-eyed glance while they waited for the news.

Zott’s lips stopped moving, and his brow furrowed.

“Well?” Holden asked.

Zott looked up at their expectant faces and slid the report across the table.

“Cause of death was pneumonia induced by aspiration,” Zott explained.

“The tissue paper in his nose. He choked to death on his own mucus,” Holden added.

“And he had phenobarbital and benzodiazepine in his system,” Bill said.

Holden inspected the report for himself, looking particularly at the amount of benzodiazepine detected. It wasn’t an exceptionally high amount. More than what he had been prescribed, but not enough for an overdose. It was the combination of that with the phenobarbital that would cause more of the sedative effects.

“Do we know anything else about the victim?” Bill asked.

Zott smoothed out his moustache and cleared his throat.

“Yeah,” he started.

Bill and Holden waited.

“It, uh, “ Zott continued. “Well, when we were asking around about him, it came to light that he was, a...a working man, if you know what I mean.”

“You mean, he was a prostitute,” Holden confirmed.

Zott nodded.

“What about the other victims? Were any of them prostitutes?”

“Not that we know of. But we didn’t ask specifically about that. As I said, this just happened to come up.”

“See if you can find out,” Bill suggested. “It could be an important factor in finding a motive or pattern.”

Zott nodded, clearly not thrilled at the prospect of going down that rabbit hole.

“Yes, sir.”

Wendy once again prepared for the second day of interviews. The water, her questions, and the tape recorder were all set up with six minutes to spare.

Frank was up first, and he was brought down to the basement at exactly 10am. He wore a well-fitted ochre nailshead suit with a light pink tie that reminded her of something Bill would wear. His hair still had some semblance of a military cut, but grown out and groomed.

“Miss Carr,” he said.

“Dr. Carr,” she corrected.

“My apologies, Dr. Carr.”

She stood up to shake his hand and noticed a copy of Beyond Good and Evil by Friedrich Nietzsche under his other arm.

“I always bring a book with me,” he explained. “I always give myself plenty of time to get places, which leads me with some free time, so.”

Wendy nods in acknowledgement.

“Have you read it?” he asked.

She smiled as they sat down.

“Yes, I have.”

Many times, in fact. But none for pleasure.

“It’s one of my favorites,” he beamed. “I’ve been taking German classes so I can read the original text.”

A real Nietzsche fanboy.

“Jenseits von Gut und Böse,” Wendy replied.

“Sorry?”

Clearly he needed more practice.

The rest of the interview went fairly well, the glaring issue being his devotion to philosophical concepts, and rather basic ones at that. It wasn’t exactly the worst thing, but she could already anticipate him interjecting into psychological conversations with philosophical “well, actually”s. He also made a point more than once to mention that he had no issues with the potentially graphic nature of the position, nor did he feel uncomfortable about the topic of twisted killings in general. In fact, he ended the interview by once again reasserting his comfort level.

Wendy looked at him with a small smile.

“‘He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster’,” she responded.

His eyes beamed at her like a love-struck puppy.

That’s when it hit her. He had reminded her of someone the whole time, but she couldn’t figure out who until he got that look in his eyes.

Holden. He reminded her of Holden.

She thanked him for his time and sent him on his way.

The interview had ended early - he was a fast talker - which gave her enough time to make a cup of coffee before the next candidate arrived.

Interviewing the candidates reminded her of when she was actually able to talk to the inmates for their study. She missed it. There was no way Gunn was going to let her do that again. At least not willingly. Maybe with more secretarial help at Quantico, Bill could convince him of her value in the field.

Her coffee break went by quicker than she thought, and she was soon interrupted by the arrival of the next candidate, Jenny Simms. Her application was unremarkable in the sense that nothing exceptional stood out, but she had all the basic requirements. She had secretary experience, was first aid certified, and volunteered at a homeless shelter since she was a teenager.

Jenny’s answers were all satisfactory. She had a calm demeanor, but was by no means fragile. She didn’t even bat an eye when Wendy described, in detail, some of the more graphic cases they had dealt with. Jenny took it one further and responded with an almost equally grotesque story of a man coming into the shelter with a gangrene leg that he tried to amputate himself with a pocket knife, heavily under the influence of multiple drugs. Plus she referred to her as Dr. Carr right off the bat. Wendy was pleasantly surprised, and marked her down as a front runner.

There was a larger break between interviews this time to account for lunch. She went upstairs to the cafeteria to grab her usual salad. A couple times, when she needed a break from the windowless basement, she stayed in the cafeteria to eat. On more than one occasion, she was approached in her solitude by a man, noticing the absence of a ring on her finger, asking if the seat across from her was taken. They would sit down before allowing her to answer. The daylight wasn’t worth the bother.

Back in her office, she kept a close eye on the clock as she ate her lunch. Today’s salad was half wilted spinach with almonds and blueberries and too much dressing. It was better than the bitter romaine they sometimes had that was drowned in what they called a caesar dressing, but tasted more like ranch with garlic powder. It hardly even qualified as a salad.

Wendy’s phone rang just as she was finishing her lunch. It was Bill.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d answer,” he said. “How’s round two going?”

“Better than yesterday.”

“Sounds hopeful.”

“There’s still two more to go, but I’ve already got a good idea of who I think would fit. I’ll let you listen to the interviews when you get back before I give you my thoughts.”

“Afraid you’ll influence my decision?”

“When have I ever been afraid of that? How’s California?”

“Hot. I’ll take it over Georgia, though.”

“And the case?”

“We thought we had an angle, but it didn’t pan out. The latest victim was a male prostitute, so we were thinking maybe that’s who he’s targeting. Local cops looked further into the other victims and it doesn’t appear that any of them were involved in that.”

“Hmmm. Were any of them suspected homosexuals? Even if they weren’t formally prostituting themselves, there could have been some form of covert sexual exchanges.”

“I can suggest that.”

Wendy heard the ding of the elevator from down the hall.

“I have to go,” she said. “You’re back tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

“Have a safe flight.”

She hung up the phone and quickly dabbed her mouth with a napkin. She poked her head out into the hall. It was empty. False alarm.

As she walked across to the interview room, a woman who she recognized from the HR department, but not the usual one who had been bringing candidates down, turned the corner at the end of the hall with another woman whom she assumed was Ruth Cairns.

“Oh, I think it must be this way,” the HR woman said. “I get so turned around down here.”

Wendy quickly snuck into the interview room. Thankfully, she had made sure to have it set up before her lunch break.

A moment later, the woman came in with Ruth. She was wearing a red plaid suit with a pleated skirt and double breasted blazer, her auburn hair pulled back in a neat, but loose, bun.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Carr,” she said, holding out her hand.

Wendy shook her hand.

“Please, have a seat.”

Ruth looked at Wendy as though she was about to say something. She sat down and closed her mouth, but her eyes still had that look.

Wendy tilted her head and looked back at her.

“Is something the matter?” she asked.

Once again, Ruth opened her mouth, but nothing came out at first.

“It’s just,” she started.

Wendy signalled for her to go on. Ruth brought a finger up to her mouth.

“You’ve got a little something in your teeth,” she said.

Wendy felt her face grow warm and hoped it wasn’t showing.

Fucking spinach.

She ran her tongue across the front of her teeth.

Ruth opened her purse and pulled out an ornate silver compact.

“Here,” she offered.

“Thank you.”

Their fingers brushed as Wendy took the compact from her. The soft, innocent touch only made her blush more.

She hid her face behind the compact. It wasn’t as red as it felt, thankfully. She had successfully dislodged the spinach, and gave the rest of her mouth and face a thorough look over before handing the compact back to Ruth, holding it in a way that ensured their fingers would not touch accidentally.

“I know some people don’t like it when you say something, but if it were me, I would want to know. Rather get it dealt with right away then find out later you had a whole conversation with someone like that,” Ruth explained.

Wendy nodded in agreement, despite still being somewhat embarrassed.

She jumped right into the questions to get herself back on track. Some of her answers felt rehearsed. Not wrong, but definitely planned. Others, she seemed surprised by, but answered them acceptably.

“Why do you want this position?” Wendy asked.

“Well,” Ruth started. Wendy could already tell this was one of her prepared answers. “I am hoping to earn money so that I can continue my studies in psychology at grad school. Ideally in Boston, of course. This really seems like the perfect position for me.”

“And what makes you perfect for this position?” Wendy countered.

Ruth looked puzzled by the question.

“I should’ve thought that was obvious,” she replied.

Wendy raised her eyebrows.

“I mean,” Ruth continued. “I have the education. I have the job experience. I spent my summers on my grandfather’s farm helping him slaughter pigs and chickens, so I’ve got a strong stomach.”

Ruth went silent. Wendy looked at her. Both of them waiting for the other to speak.

“And,” Ruth continued. She took a deep breath. “I lied on my application form.”

Wendy sat upright.

“Just about my address. I said I lived here, but I don’t. I’m staying at a hostel. But I’m willing to move here because that’s how much I want this job. That’s how much I wanted a chance at an opportunity to work here. With you.”

Wendy’s eyes narrowed. Did she know this woman?

“I never formally took one of your classes. I didn’t get into any of them while you were still there. But I...I snuck in the back just so I could listen.”

She’s flattered, and a bit in shock. She wasn’t aware her lectures were that high in demand, especially based on some of the lackluster students she’d had over the years.

“‘Time and tide wait for no man’,” Ruth quoted. “Or woman, as the case may be.”

Wendy smiled.

“And wouldn’t you want someone who could not only do the job, and do it well, but also who could take the knowledge they’ve learned and apply it? Can you honestly say any of the other applicants would use this experience to further the work you’re doing even after they’ve left?”

They looked at each other - Wendy still smiling, Ruth worried that she’d blown it.

“You make a good case,” Wendy admitted.

She stood up. Ruth waited a moment before doing the same.

Wendy held out her hand.

“We’ll be in touch.”

Ruth shook her hand and gave her a sad smile, her eyes not meeting Wendy’s. Wendy gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and Ruth looked up to a reassuring smile.

#mindhunteredit #mindhunter fic #mindhunter #op*#a tide in a city #wendy carr #bill tench #holden ford

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Phantom Thief Hanako-kun AU Story: Chapter 3- The Investigation

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-Let's review back to the previous chapter!

-Hanako paid a visit to Yashiro's apartment

-Yashiro had a conversation with Kou and Mitsuba about Hanako

-And now a sudden shocking case of murder?! By the thief??

-Yashiro's adventures continue!

-Back at the agency, Yashiro couldn't believe her ears

-She immediately started questioning the situation

-Yashiro: "W-wait a minute! I need more details! Who died?! Where did this happen?? Are you sure it was Hanako??"

-Tsuchigomori sighed

-Tsuchigomori: "Well, I think we could figure it out at the crime scene."

-So off they went to investigate

-They arrived near a tall building outside

-The forensicists were already there doing their job and preserving the crime scene

-Many people were there out of curiosity

-Tsuchigomori and Yashiro had to squeeze their way through and went under the tapes to have a closer look at the corpse on the ground

-The corpse turned out to be a bird man with a scar on his right eye

-Yashiro vaguely recognized meeting him before

-Yashiro: "Sensei....isn't that...?"

-Tsuchigomori: "It's my former coworker alright. Looks like the guy hit the bucket."

-He sure was nonchalant about it

-Yashiro: "....Uh Sensei? Aren't you sad, even a bit?"

Tsuchigomori: "When you've seen too many crime scenes, you start to desensitize yourself to them."

-Yashiro: "Ah..." [sweatdrops] 'But that's your former coworker'

-A forensicist came up to talk with Tsuchigomori

-Forsenicist: "Sir! We're done with our part so feel free to investigate the scene. We'll run some tests in the mean time."

-Tsuchigomori: "Time to get to work I guess"

-Tsuchigomori knelt down to the body

-On the bird man's chest, there were several wounds.

-Most notably, stab wounds

-Tsuchigomori: "28 stab wounds....most likely from a knife by its shape"

-28? That's a lot...and oddly specific

-The murderer seemed to really have it for him

-Tsuchigomori: "Cause of death should be blood loss..."

-As Yashiro watched Tsuchigomori doing his job, she was puzzled

-What did this have to do with Hanako?

-She didn't see anything that could be related

-So why was he a suspect?

-Yashiro decided to speak up

-Yashiro: "Sensei!"

Tsuchigomori: "Hm?"

-Yashiro: "You said earlier that Hanako was a suspect! Why?"

Tsuchigomori: "Ah, right. Well, I heard from an officer that there were witnesses. A few saw what happened last night. It was dark so they couldn't see well but their reports had similar characteristics that would match with Hanako"

-Yashiro: "That could be anyone!"

-Tsuchigomori: "It's not just that either."

-Yashiro: "What?"

-Tsuchigomori: "You see this tall building? It's where that heist took place."

-Yashiro gasped

-Tsuchigomori: "There are also rumors that Hanako had a knife on him, perhaps for self defense"

Yashiro: "This doesn't really prove much though. We can't pin the blame on Hanako!"

-Tsuchigomori: "You're right. We don't have certain proof. This is all circumstantial evidence and we got no murder weapon here. But right now, he's our main suspect."

-Yashiro couldn't say anything to that.

Tsuchigomori: "What I'm more curious about is why the late Detective Three is here. This bastard is secretive about his work. He seemed to be holding something before, judging from his claws. But that something is gone from the scene."

-As they both pondered, the autotopsy report arrived

-Tsuchigomori checked over it

-Tsuchigomori: "Looks like the information is correct. This murderer is a sly one. Didn't leave any fingerprints. Sounds like a lost case to me. The estimated time of death should be yesterday around late evening but before midnight"

-Before midnight?

-Hanako should have been with Yashiro in her apartment at the time!

-He couldn't have committed the crime

-But she couldn't confirm his alibi

-Their meetings were supposed to be a secret

-and Yashiro could get in trouble if the police knew

-She couldn't prove that he was with her anyways

-She knew though. She was with Hanako the whole time.

-At this rate, Hanako would be framed!

-She felt so helpless. Powerless.

-It infuriated her so much.

-No! She's gonna fail to save a friend again.

-....a friend?

-Would she call Hanako a friend?

-They know barely anything next to each other, other than their occupation

-Deep inside, she wanted to trust him

-She called out to Tsuchigomori

-Yashiro: "Sensei! I don't think Hanako is guilty. I want to take on this case! I will prove Hanako's innocence."

-Tsuchigomori was a bit surprised at Yashiro's declaration. He smiled a little and pat her on the head.

-Tsuchigomori: "Alright then. A Hanako fangirl, aren't you?"

Yashiro: [flustered] "It's not like that!"

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-Yashiro went back to her apartment

-She couldn't get her mind off the crime scene

-As much as she would love to see Hanako now, she didn't know where he lived

-Several days past and no sign of Hanako

-Was he not visiting anymore? Was it hopeless after all?

-The days looked grim to her

-Finally, there was a knock on her window

-She ran to open it as soon as she heard it

-Never had she been so delighted to welcome him in

-But it wasn't Hanako

-There was a black Mokke instead and it had a familiar envelope

-She took it and opened it up

-A heist. He announced one.

-Did he know about the crime?

-Did he know that the security was going to be tightened due to it?

-The crime was kept under wraps from the general public since it was still unresolved

-So unless he was there or heard of it from somewhere, he couldn't have known

-Why would he hold a heist at such a terrible time?

-If he got caught by the police, he would be arrested for stealing and also falsely charged on a murder

-No. She couldn't have that.

-This was the one opportunity to see him

-She won't let go of it

-She decided

-She's got to find Hanako before anyone else

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #hananene #tbhk #jshk #hanako kun #yashiro nene #tsuchigomori #jshk scenario #fanfic #jshk au

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“Aokute, Itakute, Moroi” Chapter One

So the publisher actually released the first chapter of "Aokute, Itakute, Moroi" online for free as a trial read, so I thought it would be alright for me to share it here.

DISCLAMER: This is not the official English translation. I did it myself, and it`s not for profit.

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“We became adults without forgetting that season.”

All actions has the possibility of causing discomfort to the other person.

That’s what I’ve thought for the past 18 years right up until high school graduation, and have decided to make it my life’s motto as a freshman in University. In other words, don’t get too close to people and try not to speak out against someone else’s opinion. Doing so will reduce the chances of me offending someone, which then reduces the chances of me getting hurt by someone who was offended.

That’s why when I first met Akiyoshi Hisano at the University, I thought that there really are people in the world who are this presumptuous, foolish and slow, and secretly ridiculed her inside.

It was the second Monday of my first year at University. After we’ve picked our courses, we were to begin regularly attending classes starting this week. On a day when college students are supposed to be at their most motivated, I was sitting by myself at the end of the auditorium, not belonging to any circles (*clubs) or joining any freshman recreational activities. In my own way, I wanted a quiet college life.

It was 3rd period, General Education, Peace and Conflict Studies I‌ think. I was flipping through the textbook while waiting, when the professor eventually went up to the podium quietly, and then the room with only freshmen inside became quiet and solemn.

However, during a class which requires an unexperienced 90 minutes of concentration, the students’ minds naturally started relaxing. A buzzing auditorium; I wondered if the professors are already used to it every year as the class proceeded without paying extra attention.

I was probably also zoning out since I’m the type who, in the first place, couldn’t even keep my concentration during classes in highschool. So being in this 90 mins class which seemed to go on forever under a fine spring weather, I never thought I’ll spend the next four years without ever getting rid of that sensation.

The class immediately got boring. I looked outside the window at the end of my seat. The laughter of students without classes and the sound of birds were fusing together with the sunlight.

Then disrupting such a beautiful moment, while I was resting my chin on one hand and my head was down, I heard that voice.

“Excuse me, can I ask a question?”

A loud and lively voice, echoing in the quiet auditorium. Everyone woke up and looked around for the owner of the voice. I was just as interested, but I didn’t have to look around. Because I heard the voice coming from a girl who was one seat away from my seat to the right. Stealing a glance, the girl was sitting up straight with her right hand raised up towards the ceiling as if showing off her own courteousness.

I wasn’t listening to the lecture so I‌ thought the professor had asked for questions. Beyond the girl’s strong gaze however, “I will accept your questions later,” the elderly professor just prompted her to lower her hand with a bored face. Watching her carefully with one eye, I could see that although the girl slowly lowered her hand, she showed such a dissatisfied expression that it must’ve been seen from the podium as well. When the professor said, “But it’s fine now too,” the girl’s expression became lively and she expressed her gratitude in a voice which reached the whole auditorium.

If you think about it, a girl displaying an unthinkable idea to ordinary students, discussing with the professor, the University having such an amazing person, it could’ve been an interesting memory for me as a college student. Then, I’m sure it would’ve just ended there.

But it didn’t.

“I don’t think violence is necessary in this world.”

She started her questioning with those words, as if borrowing a phrase from someone virtuous, like something you learned in a moral class at elementary school. It was kind of embarrassing to hear.

Is this what you call an idealist? After listening to her talk, the professor didn’t bother hiding his scorn and said, “Everyone knows it would be nice if it’s like that.” From inside the auditorium, I heard small voices saying, “wow,” “what was that,” “ouch.” I didn’t imagine them.

The girl shut up after the humiliating conversation with the professor, and even though everyone seems to entirely ignore her existence, the class moved on while still wearing that atmosphere of having ridiculed someone.

I sent her a look again after that, not because I was interested in what someone who interrupts a class to announce their personal opinion would look like. Secretly, it was just funny to see the sullen face of the person who got shot down after making that stupid speech.

So when I glanced at her expression sitting sideways, it wasn’t disappointing, but I was surprised. Because she had a hurt look on her face. I turned towards the front like I’ve been shocked.

I’ve seen similar behavior from other people like her in junior high and highschool before, with that same thought pattern. At any rate, they’re the type of people who only believe in their own words, can’t read their surroundings, and gets taken for an idiot. That’s why it was unexpected when she didn’t show a bad mood from being rejected which is typical for that kind of human being.

Even if I didn’t want to get involved, I’m sure I was interested in her face at that time.

Nevertheless, because that interest was only at the same level as hearing some strange music downtown, it didn’t matter to me anymore by the time the chime rang.

I submitted the one-word evaluation questionnaire confirming my attendance and left my seat. I didn’t have any 4th period classes on Mondays so I decided to head to the cafeteria for a late lunch.

There were already people here at the campus dining room. In a place where I��m still getting used to a new environment, I got the daily set meal on a tray, took a seat by the window in a table for four people, placed my hands together then raised the miso soup to my mouth.

“Hey, are you alone?”

A voice that has nothing to do with you tends to just blend in with the other background noises. Naturally at that time, I didn’t think I was being called so I put a piece of fried white fish in my mouth. It made a nice crunching sound as I bit into it before accidentally dropping it back on the plate in surprise when my shoulder was suddenly poked.

I raised my face while still holding my chopsticks, and was once again surprised. It was the cringey girl I sat next to in the previous class, standing in front of me now with a tray of cutlet curry.

“Hey, are you alone?”

She repeated her question, which made me realized the words from before were definitely aimed at me.

“Oh, uh.”

I didn’t understand why I was being spoken to. There was no need to lie though, so I nodded for the time being. She showed her teeth while smiling, and sat down with her tray in front of me.

“I sat next to you in the previous class. I’m also by myself, so is it alright if I join you?”

Seriously? I thought. Aside from that demeanor which she uses to express her opinions in class, I’m afraid she might also have too much useless self-confidence.

What I couldn’t reject was one of my life’s themes. More than avoiding people, I often put more weight on not going against the opinion of the other person, and that was how I felt on that day. Nothing else.

“Y, yes.”

I used formal speech considering the possibility that she might be a senior. I thought that auditorium only had freshmen, but I could actually be her junior from the way she speaks so casually. And what causes her to suddenly try and have a meal with someone she doesn't even know like it’s normal might not only be because of her cringey personality. I wondered if she was actually a senior student who just have a lot of spare time in her college life.

“You can speak casually, you’re a first-year right?”

“Eh?”

“Huh, are you perhaps a senior?”

Seeing her stick out her little tongue and widen her eyes in surprise gave me the feeling that she was indeed a cringey person. It would’ve been nice to run away, but I didn’t want to lie so I just shook my head.

“No, I’m a first-year”

“Ah! I’m glad! I ended up freaking out, rushing to start off my college life.”

She placed a hand on her chest, and expressed her relief exaggeratedly with a breath. I wondered if that was her “rushing” in the previous class.

“Oh, I apologize for being so sudden, but I still don’t know anyone yet. I was feeling anxious when I saw you, and since we sit next to each other in class, I came to talk to you. I’m sorry, were you bothered?”

I was bothered.

“No, it’s alright.”

“Ahh thats good, um, I’m Akiyoshi Hisano.”

A self-introduction right away, I thought, a person with high self-esteem.

“I’m in the Department of Politics, are you as well?”

“No, I’m in the Department of Commerce.”

“I see. Can I ask your name?”

A question I can’t refuse.

“Ah, it’s Tabata.”

“Tabata-kun, although it’s sudden, it’s nice to meet you.”

Akiyoshi bowed her head. Her trimmed hair falling around her shoulders. I also bowed my head along with her. Whenever an unexpected event occurs, it’s usually better to just go along with it.

“By the way, what is Tabata-kun’s first name?”

“……Uhh.”

I hesitated to speak. It’s not like she did anything wrong by asking this very common question.

It’s a personal matter, but I hated my first name. If it was a handsome guy for example, he might be proud of having a name that’s too beautiful. On the other hand, if the gap between that beautiful name and the person’s inferior looks are too far apart, it might be funny. I was hesitant to say my own name which was halfway between the two and didn’t suit me. But of course, I didn’t have the courage to ignore questions from people.

“Kaede……”

And of course, this complex didn’t really matter from the perspective of the other person.

“Tabata Kaede-kun. An area in a rice field?”

“Ah, the edge.”

Akiyoshi took out a cellphone from her shoulder bag, played around with it and then put it back in her bag. The bag’s strap was digging into her shoulders.

“I made a note of it~”

With squinted eyes, she smiled showing her teeth, picked up her spoon and took a bite of the cutlet curry like it was a long-awaited treat. After seeing that, I looked away and went back to eating the fried fish on my plate again.

“I got so hungry in class, my belly was rumbling. Did you maybe hear it?”

“Oh, no.”

I didn’t care.

“That’s good. I usually eat a lot more than this, but not as much as Tabata-kun.”

“Quite healthy.”

“A habit from when I played soccer in highschool. I wonder if I should eat less now though.”

In other words, it seems she didn’t come from a strong school that emphasized wins and losses. Deciding to reduce her eating means she probably doesn’t intend to play soccer in University.

“Tabata-kun, do you play any sports? Oh, sorry for asking so many questions.”

Considerate, or at least someone who tries to be. Taking into account what happened in class before, I had imagined she was the type of person who will rudely invade someone’s space, but she seems to be treading carefully for the time being.

“No, it’s alright. I didn’t do much sports when I was in highschool.”

“Culture club?”

“Going-home club.”

“Are you not planning on joining anything in University too?”

“Maybe, seems like it. Ah, how about Akiyoshi-san?”

“I’m thinking of joining something, but there are so many circles including the unofficial ones that I’m a bit lost. I am a bit interested in something like a simulated United Nations though.”

“A simulated UN?”

“Yes yes, it’s amazing,” Akiyoshi responded, using that introduction as a platform to explain the simulated United Nations to me.

To summarize Akiyoshi’s story, it seems like the simulated UN was a club activity that tries to imitate the United Nations, where people who are interested in international issues gather together as representatives of various countries. I see, I was starting to understand her personality a little bit more.

“What do you think of it, Tabata-kun?”

“It feels like a difficult TRPG.”

There was no reason to denounce or affirm this simulated UN so I thought of saying something that doesn’t do either one. This time though, it was Akiyoshi’s turn to repeat my words, “TRPG?” In a similar flow as before, I couldn’t help but to explain TRPG, trying to keep the concept as simple as possible.

“I think it’s similar to a game where like, everyone kinda takes on a role, and so on.”

“Eh! Sounds interesting! I would love to be the hero.”

As if imitating a sword, Akiyoshi held the curry spoon in front of me. I wasn’t expecting her to react that happily, so I was surprised.

“You’re right, the simulated UN might actually be something like that. If you’re interested, would you like to check it out or join together?”

“Eh, um, no, sorry.”

I refused after being invited, and whether or not I looked sorry didn’t matter because I didn’t even want to be sorry.

That being said, declining her offer slightly went against my life’s theme, but of course, she wouldn’t know anything about my inner feelings. With a smile, she said “Hmm, it’s completely alright. I’m sorry about all of this so suddenly,” and placed her hands together in front of her chest. She seems to understand the merits and demerits of her own personality though, which gave me a good impression. Just a little bit.

“No, um, personally, it’s not that I‌ dislike you.”

“Really? I’m glad. I’m the sort of person who gets easily charmed.”

I thought so too, but she didn’t look like the type to care about that because of her cheerfulness, so the relief she showed was surprising. I also figured girls like her tend to know their place, and just follow along according to how the rest of her group feels.

I don’t know if it’s because I said I‌ didn’t dislike her, but it seemed to have made Akiyoshi feel better. This time, she didn’t stop and asked me a lot of questions. I‌ answered to some extent, and got her information in exchange.

Originally from Ibaraki prefecture, active enrollment, living alone, applied for a cram school part-time job, likes shounen manga and Asian Kung-Fu Generation.

She seems like a regular person if you just listen to this information, but because that behavior in class was my first impression, I unfortunately saw everything about her through a cringey filter. And I‌ didn’t bother fixing that warped viewpoint. I‌ thought it wasn’t necessary.

“Then, see you later.”

The classroom for my next class was far so I stood up first and waved at her. “Yeah later” she replied, though I didn’t actually think there would be a “later.” I’m not being a cruel person.

People like Akiyoshi are the type who can talk to anyone, and will soon find someone else better to talk to while forgetting about the person they used in the meantime. I‌’ve been used in similar situations several times before, and understand it’s something that can’t be helped.

That’s why I didn’t think I’ll have a “later” with Akiyoshi, and thought it unnecessary to understand her properly.

However.

I‌ didn’t have to wait for next Monday. During 4th period on Friday, in a classroom fit for 50 people, sitting with a good posture was Akiyoshi who waved her hand at me as I‌ entered from the front of the classroom. She was sitting at the very back by the window, and moved closer next to me.

“Good morning. It’s been awhile, Tabata-kun.”

“Uh, yeah, so you were taking this class too.”

“Right, I‌ also didn’t realize.”

Anyways, I sat down while thinking whether Akiyoshi’s friends were also coming. I‌ wondered whether I‌ should’ve moved.

But i‌t seems I‌ didn’t need to be that considerate.

Akiyoshi happily talked to me about getting that cram school part-time job until the chime rang. It looked like she didn’t make any other acquaintances around her.

When the class started, Akiyoshi stopped chatting and looked straight ahead. I wasn’t as serious, but I‌ also turned to face forward and listen to the lecture. Vaguely in my mind, with this person called Akiyoshi, I‌ thought about whether a “later” existed with her.

I didn’t have to think about it after all. About an hour after the class started, I‌ was able to learn one of the most significant reason amongst my many reasons.

I‌ heard a voice.

“Excuse me, can I ask a question?”

This time as well, I didn’t have to search for the owner of that voice. Seriously? I thought. Once again, I‌ was next to the person but this time, I knew that voice.

I‌ looked to the side, and Akiyoshi was raising her hand just like that time.

The professor was kinder to Akiyoshi compared to the previous one. “Oh, alright. You paid for tuition so you’re a part of this class. What is it?” he asked, forgiving her disruption.

“Thank you very much.”

I could guess what Akiyoshi was going to say after, but I‌ regretted making that prediction when it came true.

With child-like idealism, she spoke with a voice that echoed throughout the classroom, once again posing her own personal opinions as questions.

I didn’t secretly ridicule her this time. However, I‌ was stunned. Although it was just a little bit, I‌ had thought she was a normal person back in the cafeteria.

But I‌ wasn’t the only one who was surprised. From somewhere, I‌ heard something unbelievable.

“How many times is it now?” they said.

I understood what that meant, and felt dread.

No way, is this person doing it in other classes as well……?

I‌ never thought I’d have to change my perception on Akiyoshi.

She wasn’t a cringey person, she was bad news.

Someone I shouldn’t get involved with.

I‌ pretended to take the class seriously, and didn’t try to look at the face of this crazy person sitting next to me. I see, so that’s why no one approached her and she talked to me as if we`re friends. In other words, compared to me, the others were more vigilant towards this dangerous person.

What the heck, will it be like this from now on? I‌ started thinking of ways to escape, glancing sideways at Akiyoshi who was being rebuked by the professor, now wearing a bitter smile just like the previous professor.

For the moment, I’ve decided to just simply run away. I stood up as soon as class ended, submitted my evaluation questionnaire which I’ve already written during class, and left without seeing Akiyoshi. This should be a temporary relief. Next Monday when I’ll have to meet her again for class, I’ll go in just before it begins and sit right away, and do the same with the class just now. While doing that, Akiyoshi should forget all about me. I mean, there are so many people here in the University.

I didn’t see a reason why it had to be me.

Despite all that, I didn`t understand why she would run and follow after me.

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#sugisaki hana #yoshizawa ryo #aokute itakute moroi #sugihana trans

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~Lost~ Chapter 5: A Fresh Start

Pairing: Kakashi x Reader x Iruka

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

The next morning felt like it was taken straight out of a Disney movie: You woke up well-rested, your hair somehow fell perfectly on your shoulders, the soft light of the morning sun was shining through the window and you could hear the birds sing a lovely song outside. At least that's how you wished it happened. In reality, you woke up to the sound of your body hitting the not so soft wooden floor from rolling off the couch. After standing up groaning, you realized what most likely caused your body to move in the first place. It was the smell of your favorite drug: coffee.

Your feet started to move in the direction of the light that was coming from another room. You somehow managed to make it through the dark living room without knocking anything over and stepped into the door frame of the kitchen. As soon as your eyes adjusted to the brightness you got a glance at your new roommate: He was busy making omelets, wearing a dark blue shirt that accentuated his toned upper body, but his headband was gone. Right when you opened your mouth to greet him, he turned around and suddenly every word you wanted to say was forgotten, replaced with one thought:

How did he get that scar?

Kakashi looked you up and down and you could see his lips form a smirk under his mask.

"Not a morning person, I assume?"

Hey, what's that supposed to mean? You huffed in a playful way and crossed your arms. "Well, good morning to you too. What time is it anyways?" He chuckled at your reaction and gestured you to sit down at the neatly set table.

"It's 4:58. I want to introduce you to a lot of people today, so I thought it would be better to get started early." After you both put your hands together and said "itadakimasu", he slowly put a hand on the hem of his mask to pull it down.

Now I'll finally see his entire face, you thought, watching him from the corner of your eyes. Suddenly, the clock on the countertop made a soft ding sound, announcing the fifth hour of the day. It made you look away for not more than two seconds, but when your eyes went back to Kakashi he had already finished his entire meal. That's...impossible. No one can eat that fast. He seemed to know exactly what was going through your head, because his face had an expression that could only be described as mischievous as you stared at him in complete disbelief.

"Do I have something on my face?", he asked a little bit too innocently, making you narrow your eyes.

"Even if you did, I wouldn't be able to tell", you mumbled pouting. He chuckled again and you couldn't resist to join him.

He's actually kinda cute...way out of my league though. I still wonder what he thinks of me... Then you remembered his words from last night.

You're potential help for the village, nothing more.

You decided to excuse yourself to the bathroom and took a look in the mirror. Now it became clear why it was so easy for Kakashi to tell that you're not a morning person at all: With hair standing in every direction, heavy eye bags and half lidded eyes you resembled a zombie more than a human. After taking a cold shower,you grabbed your brush and went to work while your thoughts went back to your roommate.

So he already made clear what he thinks of me. I'm just a helper, replaceable. I mean, what did I expect in the first place? Sure, he laughs when I try to be funny and seems really fun to be around in general, but I think he's not that fond of having to watch me all the time now, he's just being polite. Okay, let's try to focus on the positive side, alright? It wouldn't be smart to have a crush on your host anyways, I'm probably saving myself a lot of drama if I think of him as a potential friend instead of a potential boyfriend...right?

You made sure you looked somewhat presentable again and left the house with Kakashi. The first warm rays of sunlight reaching over the hokage mountain, paired with all the little cottages between the cherry blossom trees in full bloom composed one of the most breathtaking views that you ever caught sight of.

"Amazing", you whispered in awe.

"This is another reason why I wanted to get up so early", Kakashi said next to you. "I want to show you how beautiful Konoha can really be, even in this state." You gave him a warm smile. "Thank you so much for your effort. And you already got me convinced, this really is a beautiful place. So, what exactly are our plans today?"

"Hmm, let's see...I would like to give you a tour around the whole village first, and after lunch I have a training session with my team. You wanted to see some ninjutsu, right?" You nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! But we also have to find a place where I can help, because we don't want to disappoint the Lord Hokage now, do we?" You said in a slightly mocking tone. Kakashi raised his one visible eyebrow.

"Oh, I see. So that's the only reason you want to help?" he asked teasingly, which made you giggle, but your expression went serious again when you answered. "Not at all. Like I said, that's the absolute least I can do. And I want to make this place even more beautiful, so that maybe I'll be able to see Konoha in full splendor one day."

KAKASHI'S POV

So she's already planning on staying longer, huh?

I couldn't help but smile at that thought, as we slowly walked towards the new center of the village.

"Also I hope that this will get the villagers to accept me", I heard her murmur, almost as if she was talking more to herself than to me.

Wait, that sounds awfully familiar.

"Hmm, if you want to be accepted by the villagers, I might know the right person for you to talk to. He's actually a student of mine and he-"

"OUT OF THE WAY! MOVE! MAKE PLACE FOR THE POWER OF YOUTH!"

I quickly grabbed (Y/N)'s arm and pulled her to the side, right before I saw a flash of green and orange rush by, already knowing who it belonged to. After the flash came to a stop abruptly it revealed Might Guy in full glory, standing on his hands.

"Ahh, if it isn't my eternal rival! How refreshing to see you so vigorous and youthful on this delightful morning, Kakashi!" He exclaimed jumping back on his feet, looking a little less insane than before.

"Morning, Guy" I responded with a smile. His eyes then fell on (Y/N) who was standing next to me completely frozen. She was staring at Guy with a baffled look on her face, and honestly I can't blame her. Guy can be a lot to take in, especially when you're not used to this type of personality.

"Oh, who is this youthful lady on your side? Have we met before?" (Y/N) quickly snapped out of it and replied with a shy smile.

"Umm, no. My name is (Y/N) (Y/l/N), I'm...new here. And what's your name?"

"You're in the presence of Might Guy, Konoha's Sublime Green Beast of Prey! Well, it was nice to meet you (Y/N), but I have to continue my rounds around the village now. Only 384 more to go!"

(Y/N) suddenly broke out into laughter. She probably took his extreme training routine as a joke, which I understand completely, it's just absurd what that man is capable of. A moment later she noticed that Guy looked a bit offended by her reaction and quickly caught herself.

"Wait, you're joking, right?" Guy puffed himself up and put his hands on his hips.

"I most certainly am not! I have to train hard for the sake of youthfulness and so that I can beat my dear rival Kakashi in all the challenges that may come!" And with that he gave us a thumbs up and jumped back on his hands, only leaving a big cloud of dust as he continued on his way.

(Y/N) still looked flabbergasted. "Is...is this training what he does considered normal around here?"

ORIGINAL POV

Kakashi let out a small chuckle. "Oh no, he's a bit extreme even for shinobi standards."

What a strange man, you thought and shook your head. He then offered you his arm to hold on to and gave you his signature close-eyed smile.

"Shall we?"

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So umm, if anyone is wondering when the f*ck Iruka is coming into play, the answer is: next chapter. Anyways, hope you enjoyed it. Peace out!

#fanfiction #kakashi #self insert #kakashi x reader #kakashi x reader x iruka #iruka x reader #konoha #guy #gai #slowburn #love story #strangers to lovers #naruto

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alphabees-writes · 4 years

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Glee - S1 E6 (Vitamin D)

They call it vitamin D for the whole thing but wasn’t it just a component for some really hard drug??? We love the bullshit

The millionth step ball change... And we’re only 6 episodes in

Mr Schue just said “Maybe so” and now all I can think of is the gif meme thing

heheheheheheh.......Sorry. Funny youtube.

Sign #27 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: He’s eating that sandwich in the GROSSEST WAY POSSIBLE. He’s chewing with his mouth open, breathing really loud, talking with his mouthful, and he’s clearly being messy about it because there’s mustard all over his chin!!! How is Emma crushing on this dweeb

Sign #28 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: When Emma says he’s got a “cute Kirk Douglas chin dimple” (barf) he doesn’t say, hey! Maybe don’t flirt with me, I’m married!

I’m genuinely starting to feel ill whenever I have to just look at Mr Schue...

Everybody trying to learn their choreo and they’re just.... Spinning. Kurt’s about to fall over, Matt and Mike are bumping into each other, and Brittany’s just Tasmanian Devil-ing her way across the room. Love em

Brittany completely ignoring Artie’s high-five and him being like “oh-- okay...” is underrated

Matt Morrison just delivered “simply stopped trying” really weirdly. I don’t know what’s throwing me off about it, but it is

You’re right, Sue. Bones won’t grow properly without fear. AND EMMA’S BLOUSE IS INSANE

“I don’t understand how lightning is in competition with an above-ground swimming pool” You’re RIGHT KURT and you SHOULD SAY IT! Bears and sharks aren’t in competition either! Call out post for Mr Schue: The man knows NOTHING of the most basic ecology!

The look Quinn gives Finn when he yawns... Let my mans nap!!!

Kurt did his best to get to the girl’s side. Can you fucking blame him? Puck’s still an asshole to him as far as we all know!

Santana and Brittany just casually linking arms... Be still my beating heart

Kurt just walking along with Finn to football practice... Look at those brothers go!!! I am ignoring Puck

Ohh Sue’s journal... A wonderful character

You’re right, Sue, Will Schuester IS to blame for the world’s problems. Please do destroy the man

“I’ve always thought the desire to procreate showed deep personal weakness” Got ‘em

And thus begins the saga of Sue pushing problem people down the stairs. I’m not saying she should do that to Mr Schue... I’m just saying, why doesn’t she?

If Will wasn’t flirting with Emma, he wouldn’t get all nervous and upset when his wife turns up. Them’s the facts.

Does Terri know about Emma’s germophobia...? Because if so, it’s probably not cool for Will to have told her that. Unless Sue did, but I wouldn’t put it past him

As if they could get away with hiring a random unqualified woman as a school nurse?

Is “route” really pronounced like that......? Huh

Finn getting Biofreeze in his eye will forever be hilarious.

LEVEL 2!!!

I hate hats. I don’t know why, but I do. And I want Kurt to live his best life, but man, I hate that hat

Cory Monteith really got paid to drool. Goals

“Puck, with respect, you’re more helpful when you don’t contribute” Tell him, Artie!!!

Everybody making fun of Quinn :C Britt, you’re better than this!!

People (I’m people) can hate on Rachel all they want but this scenario is one example of her actually working harder than anybody else in the group. Yes, the solos should be shared more equally, but it’s hard to be mad at her when the others are claiming her ideas as their own and sitting around when they should be rehearsing. Except Brittany! She’s stretching, at least, love her

Terri let him NAP. WITHOUT DRUGS.

Finn’s having some serious mental health concerns but he’s not getting what he needs and I hate it. Help him!!!

Why does Terri care if Finn’s not faithful? Like, yeah, he should be, but it’s not going to affect the baby!

Surely if she took those pills for ALL of high school, they would’ve lost their effect after a while?

God I love high Finn. He just CHUCKED Matt outta that chair.

Puck knows what’s up. Kurt thinks it’s vitamin C, because Vogue said so, and Iove him. He also looks SO weirded out

Terri gave him a whole BOX huh?

Time for season 1′s best mash-up. I love this so much. They’re all going so HARD and Finn looks like his eyes are about to pop right out. The way he’s rubbing the mic... How could they not tell he was off his face???

MIKE’S SINGING. MIKE’S SINGING BACK UP AND NOBODY’S WINCING. Glee has no continuity confirmed

I feel like I shouldn’t find this performance cute because they’re all meant to be high as shit BUT THEY’RE JUST SO EXCITED???

Kevin McHale bumps every song features in up by at least 2 letter grades and that’s just a fact

LET MIKE CHANG DANCE!!!! LET HIM DANCE FOREVER HE DESERVES SO MUCH

I would say the same for Matt but then I’ll get sad about him being dumped into the void in like 16 episodes time

Oh Rachel worrying about Quinn... Be still my gay heart

Rachel just cuts right through her bullshit without hesitating for a second. She knows what it’s like to feel like the odd one out and she’s doing the absolute most to make sure Quinn doesn’t feel that way and I love her for it

The way Quinn slowly turns to face her... And Rachel says they don’t have to be enemies and Quinn can’t understand why Rachel would offer her a second chance...

Quinn legit draws porn of Rachel it’s canon. I mean it’s fucked up but there are only so many reasons a person would do that

“I would’ve tortured you if the roles were reversed you know” “I know” And then the way she watches Rachel walk away... My HEART

Ken and Terri, the power duo of awful

“Laughing... Talking... All the stuff she never does with me” I hate it. They suck. Emma is a dumbass for agreeing to date a guy who she just genuinely doesn’t like and Ken’s just an ASSHOLE for bullying her into it

And now Ken’s about to propose because he’s being bullied into it. Why the fuck does this happen?

I don’t buy that Rachel took this long to berate all the girls for not prepping their mash-up harder after the boys killed theirs. She’d be right on that

Kurt I love the waistcoat and the bowtie but WHAT is happening on your ELBOWS.

You really wanted those guys in cornrows, Kurt? None of them have the length for it. ALSO I love that the exotic bird feathers thing comes back next season 10/10

F-ROD!!! GO OFF RACHEL!!! Even if Finn doesn’t know what half these words mean!

Rachel really wakes up with flawless hair, huh! And then she just... Does all that. She never stops being extra...

Did they just start walking in the opposite direction?

I feel like it’s dumb that Rachel doesn’t just tell Mr Schue that they all took pills, but it’s more in character for her to not waste an opportunity to perform anyway

Howard Bamboo,totally unqualified man who absolutely isn’t staff, is just allowed on campus to deliver DRUGS? HELLO???

Quinn only gets folic acid... And yet I’m pretty sure she manages to keep up with everybody else. HOW?

“What’s up with Ken?” [FRANTIC PAPER SHREDDING]

I don��t care how married you are, no person should lick another person’s face

I can physically feel the awkwardness between Will and Terri. JUST DIVORCE ALREADY

Don’t like ya Will but you’re right, shit’s not healthy if there’s no space!

Imagine proposing in the staff room at work just because a random woman told you to

“Emma Pilsbury, this is not an engagement ring” “Oh thank god--” “No, I mean, it is” Just take the L, Ken

AND ALSO ANGELS!!!

Quinn’s so fucking concerned. I love this

I usually don’t like yellow clothes but these girls make it look so dang CUTE. More pastels plz

Again, I have no idea how pregnant Quinn is keeping up at all...

HALOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Kurt’s wearing those blocky shades so the boys can’t see his betrayal

Where the hell did this mock-stage set up come from

“We came up with the idea together!” No... Will, that was Sue. Sue gave you the idea

Emma’s pretty much explicitly told Will she’s only marrying Ken because Will won’t be with her. EVERYBODY SUCKS

This argument between Terri and Emma is a nightmare. The most confrontational person VS the least... I’d fucking evaporate if Terri came at me like that

The way Emma’s voice shakes when she tells Terri that Will deserves better... Ouchie

Quinn is just adorable. Diana made this character, and she did such an amazing job... She’s more empathetic than she lets anybody realise

The fact that Terri won’t even help this TEENAGE GIRL pay for the baby that she’ll eventually adopt is a nightmare. Where do you expect her to get the cash from?

Wanting to get married without being married is kind of a mood... Secret marriage

BEING A PUSHOVER WHEN IT COMES TO YOU DOESN’T MAKE HIM A GOOD MAN

Finn and Rachel both realising they screwed up is perfect.

Finn continuing to not know what any words mean is also perfect

This is a cute Rachel moment actually... Yes girl compete WITH your friends!!! You’re a team!!!!

Ahh, methamphetamines! That’s what it was. Yeah, fuck Terri

I’m still looking at Matt Morrison’s lips and trying to figure out if he’s had fillers. They just curl too far!!!

Mr Schue being called out for making things too competitive - fine, I guess. Bringing in SUE to rectify that...??? Hello? Figgins?

Those white jeans are a LOOK Kurt. He’s like a twink Steve Jobs rn

Britt and Santana’s little smiles at each other when Sue’s announced as co-captain... Hell yeah future wives

I’d like to think Will’s upset about Emma marrying Ken for the right reasons (i.e. Ken’s an asshole) but we been knew he’s not. He’s looking at her like he’s just been shot

AIN’T NOTHIN GONNA BREAK MY STRIDE! NOBODY GONNA SLOW ME DOWN! OH NO, I’VE GOT TO KEEP ON MOVIN!

I really just love how stupid this show is! It makes no god damn sense and I fall for it every time!

#Glee #Glee Season 1 #Rosie watches things and then says things about the thing

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flashflashitsash · 5 years

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The Bakers Son - 1

Part One <- you’re here

Part Two

Part Three

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Adrien woke up extremely early to help his father roll out the fresh dough they were going to use for the rest of the morning rush.

His mother popped in. “Hey you, why up so early?”

He turned to her. “The dough’s not going to roll out itself!“

He smiled and side hugged his mother, trying to not get flour in her hair.

“ I couldn’t really sleep so I thought I’d be more productive,“ he explained, his golden locks falling into his face as he kneaded the bread dough.

His mother gave him a warm smile as she moved the hair from his face. “Such a sweet boy.”

—————

Marinette was awake early as well, but she was up for a meeting that her father had dragged her to.

She rubbed her eyes as her father went on and on about who was going to be at the meeting, beginning to doze off a bit.

“Marinette!” her father chastised, looking over at a stressed and sleepy Marinette. “I told you to doodle on your own time, you look exhausted, did you stay up again?!”

She looked down. “I’m sorry father, it won’t happen again.”

Her father crossed his arms. She sighed and looked out the car window as they headed to yet another meeting to discuss the photo shoot that was set to take place tomorrow.

They aren’t doodles, she thought to herself.

Her father never once cared to indulge into anything she cared about. He had planned out her entire life. From what extracurricular activities she would take to what she ate and wore. Luckily she had convinced him a year ago to let her go to public school so she could “bring more exposure to her father’s designs.“ But in all reality she just wanted to make friends. And she had, thankfully.

————

“Adrien you’re going to be late!” His father called up to him as he changed his clothes, jeans, simple white T-shirt with a blackish-navy blue sweater.

He hung his baking apron on the rack as he walked past his father. “Sorry Dad!”

He gave his mother a kiss and took the cookies from her hands that she had made for his class.

“Thanks Ma!” he called out, heading out the door. “See you after school!”

He waved at his father as he ran across the street to school.

“ Adrien!” His friend Nino waved with his free hand, the other holding his girlfriend Alya’s hand.

“Hey guys!” he answered back, running over to them.

He opened the cookie box. “Cookie?” he smiled, leaning the box towards his friends.

Right as they were going to grab a cookie he got shoved by a small, blond figure.

“Ew, what’s that smell??”

Adrien rolled his eyes. “Seriously Chloe?”

He frowned looking down at some of the cookies that had spilled. “I think it’s yeast maybe, or just desperation??”

Kim walked in. “Gross!” he and his sister stated in unison as they looked at Adrien. They laughed, walking away and back towards the school.

“Don’t pay them any attention Adrien...“

Alya helped him pick up the floor cookies and throw them to the grass for the birds, “ ...we only have two more years to deal with them.“

He smiled and shrugged. “It’ll be okay. Maybe they’ll finally turn over a new leaf this year.“

Nino helped him off the floor. “Yeah, and maybe so will you dude! Look who just got here,“ Nino said, pointing over at the sleek gray car that just pulled up. The only person besides Chloe and Kim who rode in those cars, was Marinette.

Adrien blushed at the thought. “We’re just friends Nino. Besides, she doesn’t like me that way,“ he said, rubbing the back of his neck as he watched Marinette step out of the car.

“Whatever you say dude,” Nino said skeptically, raising an eyebrow. ”But you ar-“

Adrien shoved his best friend’s shoulder. “I am her friend and she is mine, that’s all.”

He and Nino turned heading into the school for class. Alya stayed behind to walk in with her best friend.

“Hey girl!” Alya called out excitedly, linking her arm with Marinette’s.

“Hey,” Marinette rasped, practically whispering from being so tired. She softly leaned into her best friend.

“You look exhausted, Dad woke you up early again?”

She sighed and nodded her head. “Early morning meeting for my next few photo shoots,” she said, rolling her eyes. Marinette was not a morning person. Let alone a meeting person.

“Well I’ll cheer you up! Me, you, and the rest of the gang can head to the back to school fair this afternoon! Nino is going to be the DJ so there’s going to be a lot of dancing. Also, I know there’s a certain outfit in that closet of yours dying to be worn!”

Marinette blushed as her friend went on about her dress she had designed. Alya was really the only one who knew Marinette created her own clothing, her father didn’t even realize.

“I’ll have to ask my father, but I’m sure he’ll say yes. You know he won’t let me wear my designs, for him any chance he can get for his clothing line to be shown off is good. Also where did you get that cookie?“ She took a small bite from her friend’s cookie.

“Girl who else would I have gotten it from?” Alya bumped her shoulder against her friend’s.

Mari blushed, tucking a stray strand from her ponytail as they walked into the classroom.

They both went wide-eyed when they walked into a huge conflict between Kim and Adrien.

“What’s your problem Kim? I’ve always sat in the front row with Nino!”

“Not anymore. I have to sit there since Marinette, my girlfriend, is sitting in the seat behind!!” Kim shouted, attempting to tower over Adrien.

“Excuse me?” Marinette chirped from the doorway. Both boys snapped their heads in the direction of her voice.

“ I am no one’s girlfriend, thank you.“

She walked over to her seat, setting her books down.

Adrien smirked a bit at Marinette’s rebuttal… until he looked back at an angry Kim. His smirk deflated as Kim inched closer to him. Though Adrien was taller and had some muscle from working at the bakery and always helping his parents move the heavy items, Kim was a sport guy at heart and could and would crush Adrien in a snap.

“Alright class, take your seats! “ Madame Bustier announced, walking in cheerfully as always.

Thank god for her or else Adrien would be nothing but chalk dust right about now.

He sat down in his front row seat next to Nino, fist bumping his pal. Kim growled and made his way back to the seat diagonal from Adrien’s, just a row higher.

“You’ll pay for that,” he murmured in a low tone, glaring at Adrien.

——

Next thing everyone knew an akuma victim ran into the doorway, grazing a chair. He threw the offending chair at the window. “I AM ANTI-WEAK!“ he shouted, showing off his overly large muscles.

“Where’s Chloe!?!” The akuma victim shouted, walking to the front of the room.

Adrien crouched under his table along with everyone else. “Kinda surprised it wasn’t Kim, I thought he wanted to crush me.”

He looked over at a shrugging Nino. “I guess Chloe went on a rampage too this morning.” He sighed looking back at Alya as she rummaged through her bag for her phone

“Ahh daddy there’s a villain in our class! Call the police!!” Chloe hid behind her chair as she talked on the phone with her father, the mayor.

The akuma victim laughed and reached over, grabbing the screaming Chloe. “Now who’s the wimp, hmm??”

Adrien could piece two and two together. She’d probably called one of the students a wimp this morning while everyone was walking to school with all their belongings and heavy textbooks.

Madame Bustier called out, “Everyone, run home immediately!”

They all went running while Adrien took his time grabbing his stuff.

“Ahh I have to get this for my blog!!” Alya screamed, pulling out her phone and beginning to run out of the room. “I’ll catch up with you this afternoon Mari!!”

Marinette giggled at her friend as she ran off. Adrien smiled at her small laugh. He could listen to her laugh all day. He knew Marinette wasn’t always the bright and bubbly girl she could be due to her controlling father. He was snapped out of his thoughts by his teacher speaking.

“Mr. Agreste, you need to hurry home!”

“I will Madame, I live just across the street,” he explained. He smiled at his teacher as she left to go warn other class rooms.

Adrien checked the room for anyone else. Once the coast was clear, he crouched down.

“I saw that.“

“Saw what?” He raised an eyebrow at his Kwami.

“Your smile at Ponytail laughing. What’s that about?” The small black cat said as he looked up at his chosen, taking one last bite of his stash of cheese Adrien kept in his school bag.

“We don’t have time for this Plagg! Claws out!”

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Adrien had only been Chat Noir for a year, but it was the best feeling in the world to be able to help save Paris. It was exhilarating, exciting, a different change of pace that was brought into his world. While he loved to help his family in the bakery, he also loved the idea of being able to help the city he got to call home. He was pulled away from his thoughts by a lovely girl with dark hair put up in pigtails.

“Beat ya there Chaton!”

He smiled looking over at his partner. She was beautiful. He’d fallen for her the day they became partners.

“I pawsitivly doubt it m’lady!”

He reached for his baton as she threw her yo-yo, hoping to gain distance on her pun-filled partner.

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After a lot of hesitation I’m posting it! I haven’t written an AU in a longggg time, like since quotev was a thing. My main idea for this AU is that basically Adrien and marinette are switched. But in my head Gabriel is marinettes dad and Tom is adriens dad but with his mom idk exactly how to explain but adrien is basically the bakers son and marinette is the fashion designers daughter. But she’s still the clumsy one while he is still the daring and kind one. Also I made Chloe and Kim be twins..? Weird I know but let’s just see how it works out yeah? 😆

Anyhow my first mlb fic! Please let me know what you think!

#adrinette #ladybug and chat noir #marichat #miracoulousladybug #au #mlb #the bakers son #idk man #plagg #tikki

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thedyingmoon · 5 years

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🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

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XVIII

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As days passed, I noticed the distinct differences between the three girls.

Cassandra, being the eldest of the three, was the calmest and most caring of them, like a real mother. She took care of her sisters in a motherly fashion, and she was the one who often helped me around, doing some of the chores for me. She was, simply put, the most talented of them. She was really good at singing, painting, and she was a very graceful dancer. Her stunning beauty mesmerized those fortunate enough to see her, yet, she remained humble despite all of her qulities.

Andromeda, the second child, however, was the complete opposite of her elder sister. Not in beauty, of course, for she was as equally stunning as Cassandra, herself. She sings, she paints, and she dances, and yet not as graceful or as skillfull as her sister. Her true skill lies in being the protector of the family whenever my beloved was away on a mission. Wielding a powerful sword called the Rebellion, she could take on a horde of Demons as easily as lifting a single finger. Not to mention the way she radiated blinding light that disintegrated all evil. And sometimes, her sister's precious embroidery.

Galatea, on the other hand, was not as talented as Cassandra, and not as good in combat as Andromeda. Being the youngest of the three, and the most silent one, she tend to stay away from her sisters. She was a very shy and endearing girl, and also the smallest. She would sometimes watch my beloved as he trained with Andromeda, and would admire my violin playing from a distance.

Being a girl who cannot express herself freely, I made an initiative to bring out the best in her, to make her enjoy the simple things in life. I taught her how to play the violin, and read to her some poetry. She particularly loved the poet named William Blake. I sang to her lullabies, her favorite was the Cradle Song. She would always hug me and tell me that she loved me in that lovely little voice of hers. She was,... a true angel.

After that, just like any other normal girl, she started to enjoy everything around her.

Weeks passed since then. My husband showed Galatea one of his weapons, the Yamato, to which, for an unknown reason, she grew attached with. She can't wield the weapon, herself, for it stood taller than her diminutive form. Nonetheless, he let her keep it for a while.

For endless days and nights, she guarded it, sometimes poking a finger at it while it was on display on its pedestal in the living room, or just staring at it with her hands on her chin, like a girl in awe of an expensive doll. She really took a strange liking to the Yamato.

Then, one day, as the three girls played in the garden, Cassandra stopped moving.

She looked at me and uttered,...

"Mama, they are coming."

I rushed to her side and gently grasped her shoulders.

"Who are coming?"

She looked at me with her large, dark eyes and said in a low voice.

"Ice and fire. Night and day. Moon and sun,...

... twins. They are coming, mama."

***

"V! V!" Griffon called his master as he flew towards him. "VVVEEE!"

"What have you found out?" The man, who was sitting on one of the boulders, asked with not much of an interest.

The rain have finally ceased, and the evening was fast approaching.

So were the Demons.

Shadow woke up from her slumber as Griffon rested on his left arm.

"She's not the enemy!" The bird announced confidently.

"How can you be so certain?" The man inquired, his deep green eyes and his voice never betraying any of his emotions.

"Ah,..." the bird stuttered. He can't exactly tell V about your entities, right? How would he react to it? And what if he tells him that and he assumes that it's proof of you being the Dreadnought?! "Trust me. She's not."

V sighed in disappointment. "So, you have not discovered anything about her." He closed his book shut and hid it. He grabbed his metal cane and let Griffon follow him as he walked away. "What a shame,..."

"Listen, V." The bird argued, wanting the man to listen to him. "Why do you have to believe everything that Fleminger guy told you? Come on! You're better than this! You never trusted anyone! It has always been you, me, the kitty, and the rock dude! Just the four of us! Besides, how can you trust anyone who knows your half and half secret, huh?!"

"The point is?"

"My point, my dear Princess, is to not trust anyone and listen to what I have to say!"

"So, you're saying to not put my trust in (Y/N), as well?"

"NO! I,..." Griffon began stuttering, a bad move on his part, since it was a telltale sign that he was absolutely lying.

A trait that was well - known by V, himself.

"I see." V answered. "It seems we have a manipulator in our midst. I will do the spying, myself. And once the truth comes out, then."

He left his sentence there, giving Griffon enough reason to fear his next moves.

"No, V! You can't be serious. You can't do this to her! She loves you! (Y/N) loves you,..."

"Which is enough reason for me to suspect her." V glanced at Griffon behind him, his facial expression dark and ominous. "After all, what fool is worthy of anyone's love? Unless, she wanted something from me other than my feelings."

"You're wrong, V! You - "

"And what did I say about me calling me that? I believe we have a clear understanding with that,... "

"Ahh! I didn't call you Princess! Ihh! Ah, don't pluck my feathers, please."

"Back. Now."

"Yes, Master." The bird sadly and helplessly relented as he went back to being V's tattoos, leaving behind Shadow, who remained ever faithful to him.

During his solitary time away from the rest of the crew, V had the chance to mull things over.

To think and sort through his real emotions regarding you.

Yes, he found you very beautiful, very graceful, especially the way you moved and danced,...

... but, that scent of yours? It simply drove him to madness most of the time. If it weren't for the strength of his mind, he might have fallen for your trap a very long time ago.

Trap. Was everything about you a mere trap?

Did you really love him like what Griffon just said?

Were his feelings for you a mere manifestation of your evil powers taking a toll on him?

He wanted so much to believe that he truly adores you. He wanted to believe that he fell in love with you for simply being you and not for another, deceitful thing.

He wanted to be happy with you, to be together with you,...

... to experience every moment with you.

After that interesting conversation he had with you about traveling, hell, he wanted to do it with you! To go to different places, to experience life,...

... to settle down,...

But, it seemed that everything was a lie, for Griffon surely found out something that was truly noteworthy regarding you. He just chose not to share it with him.

And for what reason? Griffon's also a Demon. For all he knew, he might as well be bewitched by you and your fraudulent scent.

And it really made him believe the credibility of Fleminger's words.

Despite that, he wanted clues. Two, one, he didn't care how much. A small part of his being that was shouting at him ever since that talk he had with the Master wanted to believe in you.

That small part wanted so much to prove him wrong,...

And for that, he needed a sign, anything,...

He must talk to Dante.

All of a sudden, Shadow became tense, baring her fangs at something in front of them.

Then, V heard it: the sound of combat not far from where they were. He rushed to where the sounds were, and there, just on the other side of the road, was Trish, the Bewitching Devil, fighting against four Nobodies - Demons of unspeakable form and menacing powers, and five Riots - Demons of pure, brute strength.

And she looked like she needed help, even with her natural power as a Devil and her weapon, the Devil Sword Sparda.

"Let's go." V commanded Shadow as they jumped in to help her.

Meanwhile, Trish, despite her strength, was easily being overwhelmed. She dodged, jumped, and fought back, but, these Demons? It's as if they gained a whole new level of strength.

Like, something was controlling them.

Was it Shinano Musashi, the Dreadnought?

Just when fatigue was starting to take a toll on her, a black mass landed before her, morphed into a volley of spikes, and skewered a Riot that was charging towards her. The Demon's color changed from dark to pale, and when it finally stumbled on its feet, a familiar metal cane materialized above it, followed by V, himself, who teleported just in time to put an end to it.

The Demon instantly disintegrated, leaving behind traces of its blood on both the man and the ground where he stood.

He looked at her with determination in his eyes. "I'll take care of these Riots. You take care of the Nobodies."

Trish smiled at him. "You don't need to tell me."

With weapons and dark familiars at their disposal, the two Devil Hunters fought with grace, finishing Demon after Demon with such flourish. And when only one enemy was left on the battlefield, V snapped his fingers, summoning the golem that came down from the sky like a meteor and turning his hair white.

The golem called Nightmare let out one massive beam of violet light that annihilated everything in its path, bringing down the last Nobody.

V ran, climbed Nightmare with ease, and jumped, raising his metal cane and summoning numerous blue blades that came down on the Nobody, finally putting an end to it. He called Nightmare back, letting it dissolve on the ground, and reverting his hair to black.

Trish smiled and clapped at him. "You sure are a show - off, V."

V only smirked as he tapped his cane on the ground. He took out his book, opened it, and read a single passage.

"I will not cease from mental fight, nor shall my sword sleep in my hand till we have built Jerusalem in England's green and pleasant land.

"So it is written."

V closed the book and hid it back.

Trish only nodded at what he just said and leaned on the massive sword.

"That's very dedicated of you but," she told him. "... you know Dante's gonna beat you to the Dreadnought. You know, he hasn't left the northern part of the city since Saturday - "

"Dante would never find the Dreadnought there." V cut her off, startling her and confusing her at the same time.

And just like that, he walked pass her like nothing happened.

"What do you mean by those words, V?" Trish inquired, bringing her hand heavily on his shoulder. "Do you know something about the Dreadnought?"

"I do. More than what I desire."

Trish's eyebrows furrowed. She took the man's wrist and started dragging him towards the opposite direction.

A few minutes later, V found himself in an abandoned hotel with the beautiful woman. She wanted to talk with him undisturbed in private.

"You have to tell me, V." She began. "What else do you know about Shinano Musashi?"

V smirked and leaned against a wall a safe distance away from her. Shadow, with wary red eyes and alert senses, lied down in front of him as if to guard him against the woman.

Griffon, who was still in 'exile', remained hidden within V.

"From what I know, it could manipulate both lesser and higher Demons to attack." V replied. "It uses its scent to lure the Demons and to make them obey its every command unconditionally."

"Scent?"

"Yes. A distinct scent for each Demon, I daresay."

His words may be full of contempt, however, as he began to partake of his knowledge with the woman who resembled his late mother, your face suddenly appeared in his mind.

And in his mind, he saw you crying, pleading,...

He brushed the thoughts of you away from his head and went on. "You should be careful. From what I know, you are not human in nature."

"I will always watch over my back, thank you, V,..." Trish, who was still reluctant of believing V's words, answered.

But, then, all of a sudden, a certain memory flashed through her mind like an unwanted reminder.

And in her mind, she saw,...

"I just remembered something!" Trish exclaimed, succesfully gaining V's attention. "There was this girl I met many months ago. She has this,... particular scent,... that drew me towards her. Like a drug. She,... " The woman mused, and when she finally remembered everything, her eyes widened in fear. "She used to live with Dante!"

"It is (Y/N)." V quietly confirmed. "She is the Dreadnought."

"It can't be! Why would she do all this? What is her motive? There must be some kind of a mistake!"

"Dante is a Demon just like you, although a half - breed." V left the wall as he went closer to Trish. "Surely, you observed some kind of reaction from him."

It was not a question. V just knew how to make people talk.

"Come to think of it," the woman went on. "... there were times when he just couldn't stop buying vintages whenever he has the budget to blow. And that,..."

"Yes?" V urged on, tipping his head to the side and covering one of his green, mysterious eyes.

"And that he was so attached to her. To the point where he broke up with his lover and followed her around like a, ah,... "

"Like a mutt." V finished for her in disgust. "Of course."

"But, this is madness, V! We can't just kill her without knowing the truth!"

"The truth,..." the man whispered, the grip he had on his metal cane getting tighter as Shadow tensed even more. "... has been staring us in the face all along. And she lives with us still, deceiving us like we are some fools in a circus show."

"Hey!" Trish held his arms in an attempt to make him listen to her. "Remember what happened that Saturday night? She protected you against Dante! And don't you forget that he's in his full Devil form! She chose you despite everything that Dante did for her. She chose you!"

"Maybe because she got tired of Dante Sparda." V spat back, voice full of spite because of his utter stupidity. "And she's looking for someone more,... foolishly gullible,... to tire of next - "

V suddenly found his face jerked sideways, his cheek hot in pain after it received a hard slap from Trish's hand. He gave her a menacing look as Shadow growled at her.

"How could you believe those lies?" Trish questioned him, her voice trembling with too much emotion. "You are suspecting her of all these things without even knowing it from her first?"

"I,... TOLD YOU!" V finally snapped, unable to make the woman understand everything. "I WANTED TO SPARE YOU FROM HER DECEIT! I,... did not expect you to have fallen straight into her clutches."

"I'm not falling for anyone. I know how to distinguish what's truth and what's not." Trish took the Devil Sword Sparda with ease as she walked away from V. "I learned the hard way, believe me."

"And it seems that you have not learned enough."

"Enough of this, V." The woman retorted. "Believe what you want to believe and hurt the woman who truly loves you. Mark my words, V. You. Will. Regret this."

"I,... only wanted to be protected,..." V suddenly uttered in a calmer voice, preventing Trish from leaving. "... and loved. But, I have no choice. I have to survive. Then, I found her. She,... promised to protect me and to never leave my side. Finally, I felt protected and loved. And I learned to love her back,..."

The man looked at her with eyes full of hurt and emotion, which made Trish reluctant to leave him.

"But, I was mistaken. She is a deceiver, spouting lies in my face like a great actress. She must die. Evil must be destroyed!"

Trish sighed in dismay. She took a few steps back towards V and put the massive sword in between her and his angry demonic feline familiar.

"If you only have the ability to see through what's really in front of you without regretting what's happened in the past," Trish told him. "... then you would surely not suspect her of such things. I only knew her for a short while, and from what I observed in her, she was only a harmless little girl, a normal person.

"Yes, she may have this ability to manipulate others but, I sure haven't seen her display such a trait. Yes, I saw her use her power before but, only to protect those around her. I even heard from Dante that she took a fatal fire attack for him in order to save him. Does that sound like a girl who wants to murder people? Tell me, V, does that sound like a girl who wants to deceive you?"

Trish left the massive sword sticking to the ground as she went directly to the man, ignoring the angry feline. She held up a single hand, to which V instinctively looked away from as if expecting another round of her hard slap.

But, she only cupped his cheek as gently as she could, trying to make her point across.

The gesture achingly reminded him of his mother,...

"If you have any feelings left for her, then go to her, confront her if you must, then extract the truth from her without hurting each other in the process. Listen to the beating of your own heart, V. And you,...

... will understand what I' am trying so hard to tell you."

And with those final words, she smiled at him, grabbed her sword and walked away.

"Then, I shall make a strategic move that would not offend any side. Then, fix,... maybe right my wrong just now." V said. "Was this fool before you right?"

Trish turned back to look at him and tipped her head to the side, letting her long blonde hair fall in gentle waves on her smooth shoulder.

"I'm not your mommy, V. You're a big boy. And you have to see this through,... " Trish answered, then before turning to finally leave, she exclaimed with utter conviction, "... your war with your own emotions."

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When V returned to Fleminger's mansion, he found the trailer looking much livelier as music boomed from it. He walked towards it, his tired body longing so much for a home and his spirit desiring peace.

He opened the door and was met with two lively people preparing for dinner that looked much more like a feast than an ordinary meal.

"About time you arrived!" Nero excitedly said as he practically took V's arm and dragged him inside. "We're having a feast tonight!"

"What about our duties as Devil Hunters?" V asked as he was made to sit down on the sofa.

"We're taking a break just for tonight." Nico announced as she put a plate of pasta with white creamy sauce on the table in front of the poet. "And I finally fixed the jukebox! It would also be a shame not to put Fleminger's supplies to good use and not have a party."

"There are still Demons around,..."

"Nah, we can kill them tomorrow!" Nero gave his carefree answer as he sat back down next to V. "Bring out those pets of yours. We have enough food for everyone!"

At the mere mention of the word 'pets', Griffon hastily materialized as he made his way outside the trailer. V sighed in dismay and summoned Shadow, who also quickly made her way to where Griffon just went.

"Where is,... she?" V warily asked Nero when Nico went to the back to get some more food.

"Oh, you mean (Y/N)? She's just hanging around the place. You know, she misses you terribly. Kinda reminds me of Kyrie when I'm out on a mission for too long. When I finally come home, she just,... whoa! You know what I'm saying?"

"I'm just out for only half a day."

"You don't know anything about girls, do you, V?" Nero chuckled as he took his own plate of pasta and began eating.

"I know them,... quite well, thank you very much."

"Hah! That statement of yours just now proves you're still green with them."

"And what exactly do you mean by - ?"

"Here's what you must do!" Nero proudly announced as he leaned in closer towards V as if to whisper some well - guarded secret. "Confess to her!"

"Why? Did I commit some unspeakable crime?"

"What? I'm not talking about that! What I mean is, tell her how you feel already! Dude, this has dragged on for too long! You don't want her to go back to Dante, do you?"

"Tell her,... how I feel about her?" V repeated, recalling Trish's words to him.

If you have any feelings left for her, then go to her, confront her if you must, then extract the truth from her without hurting each other in the process. Listen to the beating of your own heart, V. And you,...

... will understand what I' am trying so hard to tell you.

"I'm not sure how to do that,..." V admitted.

"You just have to man up, walk straight to her, and tell her flat - out how you feel!"

"How would you do it?"

Nero cleared his throat, and in a seemingly theatrical way, he voiced out, "My dear love of my life, I declare to you my undying love! Or something like that."

"That sounds too dramatically cliché."

"Well, how would you do it? Look man, I only walked up to Kyrie and simply asked her to stay with me forever!"

"Was it you who said those words, or her? I think I recalled differently." Nico interrupted as she went back with a huge plate of chicken lollipops. "Oh! I swear this is not little Chickee. Griffon lollipops, anyone?"

"Come on, man, you got this!" Nero cheered as he lightly punched V on the arm.

"Yeah, she's been acting really weird since this morning." Nico added. "Did you guys fight, or something?"

"I,..." V stuttered. Why was it so hard to speak about you?! "... no."

"Then, confess already! Dude, all you have to do is walk to her and - "

"I told him that already, Nico."

"Whatever, psycho!" The woman sat on the opposite sofa and pointed a tattooed finger at V. "You both have no guts to say how you feel, it's infuriating! It's like watching two shy grade - schoolers learn how to flirt with each other! You two are such a pain in the ass!"

"Go to her now, man!" Nero urged on. "Before she plunges the world in total darkness!"

How very accurate that was, V thought as he stood up. "Where is she?"

"At the balcony." Nico answered.

"Thank you." V, in true gentleman style, uttered and went out, earning a triumphant smile from both Nico and Nero.

"Now, we wait." Nico breathed as she took a chicken lollipop.

As V made his way towards the balcony, he heard you and Griffon laughing at a joke his loud familiar probably made. And when he arrived, you and the bird looked up at him, unsure how to react of his sudden presence.

"See ya, sweet pea." Griffon said as he bid goodbye to you, going back to V without another word. Shadow, who was actually lying next to you and purring loudly, stayed behind.

"I see you have my companions under your spell." The man began as he made his way towards you near the railing.

"Hardly." You answered, trying to hide your excitement upon seeing him once more.

V, on the other hand, dreaded this encounter. What if he gets to be put under your spell for good?

"How are you doing?"

" ... good."

"Oh." You replied, sensing V's coldness from his tone. "V?"

"Stop asking and just say it."

You flinched at his words, your heart feeling like it was being sliced apart. "I just want you to know that I' am here whenever you need me. An ear when you need someone to listen to you, and a shoulder for you to lean on when you have to let it all out. I promised to stay with you, after all."

He did not answer, instead, you saw how the man sighed as his eyebrows furrowed. Feeling driven to a corner, you went on bravely.

"I wish I could know what's been bothering you since morning."

"I'm only tired and busy. Nothing to worry about."

"Oh. Is that,... so?" You answered, feeling your voice getting lower and lower as you felt yourself being pushed away by the man you love. "I,... don't have to worry, then."

He let out another sigh, which led you to leave the railing and make your way back to the trailer. For it seemed like he doesn't want to talk to you, at all.

"I missed you, V." You told him, suddenly feeling weak in the knees. And you could almost feel the tears coming. But, you can't let him see you like this. "I missed you so badly it hurts."

And with that, you left him on the balcony.

What you told him about you missing him was the truth but,...

... did he miss you, too? Especially now that he had enough reason to murder you?

Your scent of fresh flowers blooming in the morning have never felt so alluring, it actually hurt him not to go to you and take all your sadness away.

But, just like that. He let you go.

He,...

... let you go.

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~ A V X Reader set in an Alternate Universe wherein V gets schooled by mama Trish, and Nico finally gets to cook little Chickee. Griffon lollipops, anyone? 🤔

~ Tagging @heaven-on-a-landslide , @boundbysoul , @ehrzeth , @gxthghoulfriend , @simmy-ships , @diabeticsugarush , @lessy86 , and @ceruleanworld . 🖤

~ Also tagging @beyond-the-mirror ! Sorry, this is a bit late. You remain one of my inspirations to keep me going with this fic. Thank you so much! 💚

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"I will wait for as long as it takes. I only ask for one thing: don't forget about me."

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rohobi · 6 years

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CHAPTER 2 SUMMARY: ❝ I’ll only take a minute ❞

↳ INDEX → CHAPTER 3

↣ THE BEGINNING OF THE END When you woke up that morning, kissed your daughter and made her breakfast, you honestly thought it would be a normal day.

Because who wouldn’t? You were living in the city, in a nice Bungalow and Craftsman style family home in the suburbs. The sun was still rising, mellow hues of golden light bloomed in every crevice of the distant hills. A chorus of birds still sang from the trees outside your home, it wouldn't be long until they joined the cacophony of congestion; the sound of horns and drivers aggression.

You lived a long drive away from your hospital but a short drive away from everything else. Forest Lakes Hospital was a rural hospital adjacent to a military camp. The acuity was nothing in comparison to Seoul Hearts Emergency Department but it still maintained a large patient load everyday. This was due to the atrocities practiced in the camp, to injured farmers in the farmlands and VIP patients who are flown in via helicopter for the privacy.

You loved working there but sometimes things happen, unexplainable things that made you feel like you were a pawn on someone else's chessboard. The thunderous clouds of hospital politics loomed so close that you feared, it would strike you down one day.

And maybe, today was that day.

“When’s Jimin coming out?” your daughter had asked, food smeared all over her face. “I want to see him already.”

You had laughed loudly at the girl, tying your wet hair into a bun.

Sunny had been humming under her breath that morning, fumbling in her seat to the song playing on Jungkook’s speaker in the bathroom. In her 4 year old childish mirth, she had been waiting for the sound of Jimin's rambunctious alarm clock. So she could see her favourite uncle.

“Don’t wake him up Sun-

Jimin's alarm clock had sounded like a rubbish truck reversing as it jarred through the morning peace of your home. Her face lit up immediately.

You were sure that annoying alarm clock was her favourite sound.

-chimmy!” she had squealed as soon as the sound hit her little ears. You had watched as she raced out of her seat, feet slapping against the wooden floor towards his wooden bedroom door.

“Great, my child has been conditioned.”

In great timing, Jungkook had turned off the shower and his music at the same time. Jungkook was a junior doctor in your department, one who answered to you. He was supposed to be on the same shift today as you but the boy habitually left home and arrived when he wanted to.

It would’ve been better if he hadn’t turned up at all.

Sunny stood on her tippy toes trying to open Jimin's door so she could jump up onto his bed and cuddle. You had watched the entire ordeal from behind the kitchen bench, her incessant desire for affection …it really and honestly reminded you of him.

Sometimes she does things and you wonder how she is so much like him when she doesn’t even know him. She was a beautiful genetic mosaic of the both of you but as she grew, it was increasingly noticeable.

Sunny looked and acted exactly like Kim Taehyung.

“Sunny sun sun sun!” Jimin croked, opening his arms to her. “My baby!”

The sound of her laughter as he tickled her, fluttered peacefully throughout your home as you walked back into the kitchen. You never thought in that moment, that it could’ve been the last time you'd ever hear her sweet dulcet laughter because who does?

“I need a doctor,” Jimin had stammered, limping to the living room, “I have a growth on my foot and it’s smiling up at me like a gremlin. Diagnosis?”

Sunny had wrapped herself around his foot, looking quite pleased with herself as he dragged his feet towards the couch.

Grinning, you had announced in a deep and serious tone.“I’m afraid it’s Sunnyitis.”

“Prognosis?” Jimin feux sobbed, “Am I going to die?”

“Prognosis is 14 years. With tender, love and care, you’ll be fine.”

“Well, I can deal with that.” Jimin had smiled in greeting at you before falling onto the couch, letting her crawl onto his lap. “I have an afternoon shift, mind if I catch a lift with you back?” he had asked and you had nodded enthusiastically, “Sounds good! Will give me something to look forward too. We have much to chat regarding your little boyfriend my love.”

Jimin had blushed, gasping loudly at you. "Yoongi is not little, he's big, like really-

-I honestly don’t need to know and if you’re taking this conversation where I think you’re going with it, it explains the noise," you snort, lifting your cup of coffee to your mouth. “Who knew Min Yoongi had it in him?”

Jimin gasps even louder. "If you're assuming I'm a bottom, I am not. I am versatile, thank you."

Silence.

"What?" You raise your brows in confusion. "No one was asking? Where did that come from?”

You had grown close to Jimin, even going as far as to calling him your bestfriend. Somehow, after everything that you've been through, it was just right that he took up that space in your life. He earned it.

He stayed.

And staying meant that you shared something special enough to tolerate.

Jungkook walks out of the bathroom, shirtless with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Did Jimin just say he was versatile?"

"Weird, right?" You nod, looking anywhere but at the boys honey coloured abs. "I think he's trying to tell us something."

“Well, there is no way in hell,” Jungkook laughs, sizing Jimin up. “No way in fresh hell that you aren't a bottom.”

"Is this a conversation we should be seriously having while sunny is in the room?" he shouts, covering her ears. "Who knows what she'll hear from anything we say?"

Jungkook rolls his eyes. "I ask that everytime Yoongi comes over and all I can hear is-” he clears his throat, putting on a thick Russian accent, "-oh Yoongi, put it it in, yeah, daddy, ooh ahh, oof, i’m done." You're one to talk."

"Then don't put your ear up to the door at night Jungkook, you creep," he snaps, throwing a pillow at Jungkook's chest. Sunny laughs. Jimin covers her ears tighter, "I know you want me, you little-

"-here we go," you roll your eyes, tipping the rest of your coffee down the sink and leaving the mug there, "I hate to break whatever you two are arguing about but it's crossing the boundary of what she can and can not understand, and therefore I suggest you stop.”

"What if I do?" Jungkook muses, wiggling his brows at Jimin. “What would you do?”

"God, get me out of here," Grabbing your stethoscope, you lean over the couch and grab Sunnys head, kissing it as per usual, "Baby, I'll see you when I get home. Try to keep your clothes on today and no playing with the neighbours dog, he's dirty."

"But ma," She pouts, hiding her face in the crook of Jimin's neck. "I want a puppy and Alfie likes me."

"Awh, Sun," Patting her back, Jimin pouts at you too. "I want a puppy too."

"That's what your boyfriends for Jimin," You said, scowling at the orange haired boy, "Honestly, both of you are just as bad as each other. I'm off, see you all tonight and tomorrow."

"Bye mamma, see you when you get back." Sunny had shouted after you.

Leaving the girls and Jimin to their days, you had tied your laces in triple knots before draping your white coat over your shoulder and dragging your feet to your car. Sunny had waved goodbye from the lounge room window and you had tooted as you drove away.

The sun had rolled out from the hills, shining brightly in a cerulean sky as you drove past Seoul Hearts Hospital and out past the evergreen, toward Forest Lakes. You had picked up Seokjin and Dr. Xiumin from their shared home on the way, listening to rock music to mentally prepare yourself for the rest of the day.

Jin sat in the front, an occupational hazard.

Xiumin stared at you from the back, something you occupationally ignored.

Forced to park the car a street away from the hospital, Seokjin had groaned loudly at the lack of staff parking as you all walked the distance to the Emergency Department.

There had been an abnormally large amount of parked black and white SUV's taking up spaces, forcing patients and staff to park elsewhere. In other ways, it was a blessing but in every other way, it was a sign that something wasn’t right.

Somehow, that should’ve alarmed you.

But it didn’t.

On arrival, Namjoon had greeted his partner Seokjin with a kiss on his cheek and you watched them walk towards his office with smiles drawn across their faces.

Xiumin smiled delicately with a watermelon blush, wishing you a good day. Minus the blush, you had done the same to him. It was the simple little things that made today feel like it could be like every other day in the department, except that everything about it wasn’t.

Medical school may have prepared you and equipped you to be good at saving people, but it definitely and most certainly did not prepare you enough to save yourself.

Especially on what was supposed to be a completely normal day.

↣ FOREST LAKES HOSPITAL | Dr. Y/N and Jeon Jungkook

It was anything but a normal day, that was so horrendously clear from the state of the hospital.

Panic had surged through the hallways of Forest Lakes when the alarm was triggered and people dispersed from the hospital, running like razor sharp autumn leaves against each other.

White coats flew past you, carrying babies and small children. Blue and red lights lit up the night sky, streaking through the windows.

Adrenaline ran through your veins.

Tension clung to the air; the smell of fear so pungent, it asphyxiated any room for sound judgement as chaos painted the white halls with a reddish-brown reminder of the in-progress code black .

People ran and pushed, people fell and people got hurt.

You had watched it all as you stood beside Irene and the patient bed outside of the trauma bay, waiting for safe passage through the hallway ahead. It was so loud, machines beeped, people screamed, wailed and yelled, babies cried, nurses tried to reassure and calm people down, phones rang incessantly. It was a chorus of everything you never wanted to hear at the same time.

Nurses pushed past you; doctors helped their patients escape; junior doctors cleared rooms; and you waited until it was clear, until it was safe.

But it never would be.

“Yah, how much time do we have?” you asked, grabbing Namjoon’s arm as he ran past you, “Who told you these orders?”

He stops, yanked back by you. “Y/N, why are you still here?” He says, looking at both you and Irene in concern.

“We're waiting until it's a little less mental down there,” You nod your head to the chaos ahead. “Who gave the orders?”

Perspiration dripped down the sides of his face as he pants. “Someone triggered a silent emergency alarm in the VIP wing. Did you see all those cars in the carpark today?” he stepped close, whispering in your ear, “Politicians and athletes are in that wing being treated and we think it might be something to do with the-

“Wait,” Your heart thumped loudly in your chest. “Isn’t Dr. Hoff in that wing?”

He nodded, stepping back. “Yes. While you were in surgery, he offered to go in your place.”

“What the fuck?” you stammered with tears glistening your eyes, “Namjoon.”

“I know,” he says, taking a deep breath. “Make sure everyone gets out after you, don’t stay here too long.”

“Do you think Dr. Hoff will be okay?” you ask, guilt settling itself in the pit of your stomach.

“Look, we don’t have time for this. I’m sure he’ll be fine. We have to get the fuck out of here. Call me when you’re at Seoul Hearts so I can clear you as safe,” Namjoon had said, brushing your arm away from his. Running down the hallway, sneakers squeaking as he ran, he shouts back. “I mean it Y/N, you better call me. Keep Seokjin safe.”

You watch him rush through the crowd and then through the automatic sliding doors, throwing himself into the cold night, running towards the red and blue embers of a parked ambulance nearby.

That could’ve been you up in the VIP ward?

* * *

“Y/N, we need to go now. Load the patient into the back Irene,” Seokjin yelled, shoving his key into the ambulance ignition. “Jimin and Irene, let’s get a move on! Go, go, go!”

The wind swept through the loose strands of hair dangling around your face as you stood underneath the brightly lit red Emergency Department sign watching them from across the carpark. It was dark and suddenly desolate as all the cars and ambulances sped quickly away, how everyone managed to get out, amazed you.

It was suddenly silent.

You weren't sure if that was relieving or not.

"Jin, I honestly think someone is still in there and Namjoon told me to make sure everyone got out okay," You shout, yelling across the car park. He had frowned back at you, as though you had said something so daring to him. "I'm serious, we can't leave knowing someone might still be in there."

"Namjoon cleared all the rooms before he left, no one is in there Y/N." Seokjin shouted back, throwing his bags in the front seat, “Get here and get in, we don't have time. Everyone else is gone, we should be enroute to Seoul Hearts right now, who knows what will happen if we don't go.”

"I think I heard someone yelling for help though!"

Throwing his cap into the ambulance, he shouts. "You're hallucinating!"

But you weren't. You had an itch. A sinking fucking feeling pulling you like a magnet back inside.

“Come on guys!” Seokjin rushed, jumping back into the front seat and closing the door, “Get in and let’s go!”

You watched them all argue with each other over resources the ambulance didn’t have while you had tossed up the decision to run back in. It was stupid to even think you could be a hero and save someone, when the person in this situation who would need saving, was you.

You watch Jimin and Irene jump into the back of the ambulance after pushing the patient in. You look back to the doors.

You’d be okay.

It would only be a second.

In and then out.

Whispering, “Fuck it.” you run as fast as you can.

“Y/N,” Seokjin had been the first to notice you running back in. "Y/N WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING DOING!" He had shouted, adrenaline surging through his blood, throwing himself out of his truck, he watched you, unable to move any closer as he fell to the pavement. “COME BACK Y/N!"

“What is she doing?” Irene shouted at Jin, prompting Jimin’s immediate attention as he popped his head out of the ambulance doors. "Y/N?"

Jimin thought he could feel his heart bursting out of his ear drums as he screamed, eyes wide with horror. “Y/N, what are you doing?!” held back by Irene from running after you, he screams louder. “Y/N COME BACK! COME BACK RIGHT NOW. ARE YOU FUCKING DUMB?”

“I’ll just check okay! I’ll only take a minute, if you’re truly worried, just park the car at the end of the carpark. I’ll be fine,” You shouted back, “I will be fine.”

Jimin yells with his whole body but you don’t look back, convinced you’d only be a second as you run through the automatic doors and down the hallway, disappearing deep within the building.

With the exception of the insect life buzzing around them, there was a strange silence in your wake as all three of them stared at the doors in disbelief.

Tears glistened in Jimin’s eyes as he watched the doors close and then they fell in rivulets down his face when the ground rumbled with the first blast of three.

When you didn't run straight back out, he wailed loudly, feeling the impending loss strangle his heart as he fell completely into Irene’s arms.

I’ll only take a minute...

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amememightywarrior · 6 years

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[fanfic] The Echo, chapter 2

In which Ameme spends a whole day in Coerthas running errands and discovering she’s crazy.

Trigger warnings: needless slaughter of wildlife, really terrible art

I awoke the next morning to the soft noises of chocobos scratching at the straw in their stalls. I rolled over and grimaced as the sharp ends of the straw pile serving as my bed poked me in the cheek. The thick fur blanket I had found among my supplies covered my body completely, and once I poked my fingers out of its safety, I was inclined to keep it that way. It was absolutely freezing outside.

“Kweh! Kweh!” cried one of the chocobos.

A soft male voice addressed it with amusement. “You're awake, I take it? Shh, there are people sleeping in the barn still...”

I scootched the blanket's edge around until I could see. Adventurer lodging was the best in Camp Dragonhead: the loft area in the stables. We got the softest straw—there was only one softness—and it was surprisingly warm, but I could still see my breath as I peered into the early morning gloom. I was at the edge of the loft, so I could see a silver-haired Elezen man stroking the head of the only black chocobo there. If I had to guess, the man must have been the lord in charge of the camp, Haurchefant. His voice seemed much lower, though. Soothing, really. I watched sleepily as he fed the chocobo a treat, saddled it, and walked it out of the barn. Morning ride, I thought.

Goobbue rolled over with a sigh. “Wish he'd talk like that all the time,” she said. “Can you imagine that voice in your ear—”

“Thal's balls, Goobbue, shut up,” Essenta groused. “Soluvrain not paying you enough attention or something?”

There was a grunt at the other end of the loft. Soluvrain evidently did not think much of that comment. Goobbue said, “A girl can appreciate a nice voice, that's all I'm saying!”

“Sounds more like you're about to start trying to climb the wrong tree, if you know what I mean.”

“Essenta...”

Essenta threw her thin pillow at Goobbue. “Don't Essenta me! Oi, Ameme. Word to the wise: Don't even try to touch any of the Ishgardians round here. If they don't think you're some exotic animal, then they've got enough baggage to sink a barge. Lord Haurchefant's no exception. He might act like yer the most delightful thing he's ever seen, but that's as far as you'll want to get. Trust me, it ain't worth it.”

The floorboards creaked as Moonlight River sat up. “All right, that's enough listening to girl talk,” he said. “Breakfast and morning exercises, anyone? That'll be the warmest we'll be 'til lunch time.”

I couldn't have agreed more, since I had next to no interest in anyone that way even if that was allegedly the entire reason I had traveled back in time. With much yawning, I got dressed under my blanket. One of my sleeves was home to a guest. Midgardsormr nearly gave me a heart attack when he chomped on my fingers as I stuck my arm through. I shoved him out the other end and judged him silently with my eyes. He huffed and faded from view. My fingers throbbed. He'd left a neat arc of red indentations, the little bastard, but at least he hadn't broken skin. The thick hem of my sleeves hid my fingers easily enough. I left the warm refuge of my blanket and packed all my things neatly to stow in the corner. The others were gone by the time I finished getting dressed.

The chocobos warked at me in a friendly fashion as I slid down the ladder. They were a well-trained bunch, these birds, but they were slightly intimidating as a group just because most were meant for Elezen riders. They towered over me. The two at the end of the row were the absolute sweetest birds, though. They put their heads over the stall doors for beak rubs and I obliged.

I wandered around Camp Dragonhead in confusion after breakfast until I spotted several late knights running into what I had dubbed the strategy room, where the lord's desk sat. I followed them and found the room filled with shirtless men and women wearing thin cotton tabards to preserve modesty. My adventuring compatriots were similarly clad and shivering. It looked like every single knight on day shift was in here.

“Ameme!” Goobbue called, waving at me. “C'mere! We're about to get started. You might want to ditch the fur.”

As I shed my warmest layers, Haurchefant bounded into the room. I could almost feel the enthusiasm radiating off him as he pulled off his haubergeon. “Attention!” he shouted. The knights snapped upright and saluted him in unison. The adventurers were rather more lackadaisical about it. I stood there like a dope. Goobbue nudged me until I clumsily copied everyone else. Haurchefant took no notice. “Good morn to all of you!” he said. “I've the most delightful tidings! The latest shipment of coffee beans has arrived and a fresh batch of coffee is brewing as we speak.” He beamed as the knights made pleased noises. “Of course, nothing wakes the body up more than exercise,” he added. “Squats, three sets!”

I didn't know what a set was, so I decided to just copy Goobbue until she stopped. Haurchefant joined the ranks of the knights with great excitement. Since I was just behind the end of the knights, he ended up in front of me. I found myself staring at his back muscles as he swung his arms back and forth. It was a good thing he had a thick skirt on, otherwise I would've also been staring at his ass, too. That would've been inappropriate and not a little weird.

Goobbue completed her squats and shook her arms out. I stretched my legs. Haurchefant called out, “Sit-ups, three sets!” And once those were done: “Push-ups, three sets!” I was starting to feel a bit toasty. That was when Haurchefant threw a surprise my way. “Dragoon squats, ten of them!” he called cheerily.

“Ten!” groaned Essenta. “You tyrant! I thought these were warm-ups, not kill-me-before-dawn-ups!”

“Essenta, my friend, 'tis after dawn,” Haurchefant said, turning to face us. “Ameme, have you ever done dragoon squats? They are as follows.” He dropped to the floor for a push-up, jumped to his feet, and did a leap combined with a phantom spear throw. “That's one.”

I had figured they would be more difficult. I did the ten, with Haurchefant happily following along and saying things like 'Splendid jump!' and 'If I didn't know better, I would think you were a master of the lance!' He was the only one other than me who was not too out of breath to speak after ten dragoon squats. It was hard for me to tell if his praise was genuine or just shameless flattery. He was just so over the top about everything, you know?

“Take a break,” he said when everyone was done. “Is it not invigorating to start off the morning sweating?!”

Essenta muttered something uncomplimentary under her breath.

“Rather than our usual ending routine, I thought I'd try something different,” Haurchefant said. “Ser Moiroix! Have you not learnt a new dance during your last leave? Come teach us!”

The singled-out knight groaned. “My lord, did I not also mention I was terrible at it?”

“Then you must needs practice,” said Haurchefant. “After all, dexterity of the feet is as necessary to battle as a good, strong core! One cannot fight dragons if one constantly trips!”

Moiroix, red in the face, came to the front of the pack and clumsily tried to teach everyone some sort of stately ballroom dance. Haurchefant got on her case about incorrect footwork. I got a bad case of second-hand embarrassment. On the upside, I learned a new dance.

“You're from up north somewhere, aren't you?” Goobbue asked me, a bit too loudly. “Know any exotic dances?”

I cringed mentally as Haurchefant's head turned in my direction. “I don't know about exotic,” I said. “They're definitely not ballroom dances.”

“Let's see them!” she said.

“I don't remember them very well,” I said. Or at all, actually. I just remembered that I knew some dances. I didn't remember the dances themselves.

Haurchefant rescued me when he announced, “Warm-ups are over! Coffee is available in the mess hall.” He bounded over to me, looking like he'd already had at least three cups of coffee. “Ameme! 'Tis your first full day with us. I pray you slept well! Adventurers report to Ser Hourlinet, in case you were unaware, but should you ever run into any urgent issues, pray come to me directly.” He paused, looking me up and down. “Your armor is highly unusual,” he said.

I looked down at myself. I had chain leggings and plated boots of an intricate design. My gloves were colorful and feathered. Hell if I knew where they came from. “I pick up pieces here and there,” I said. “From the fallen bodies of my enemies, usually.” I held my arms up to show the feathered gloves. “This...was a gift from some crafters.” Maybe. I couldn't recall much.

“Fascinating!” he said. “Well, I know the top to be in the style of the skyraiders. The boots are most unusual and I cannot place them.” He pointed at my legs. “These, though, appear to be Ishgardian knight's trousers.”

This was a pop quiz I did not like. I touched the chain part of the leggings and tried to remember.

—The keep was frozen over, its halls patrolled by ice sprites and the living dead. I stood in the corner with a torn journal page in hand, reading the sorrow of a man who no longer wanted to see his children for shame of what he had become. In the corner, I found a chest full of spare equipment. My own had been shredded in my fights with the keep's undead residents—

“Found these at an abandoned outpost in a chest,” I said. “It was...haunted. By zombies.” I shuddered.

“Forgive me, it seems I have dredged up a bad memory,” said Haurchefant. “I pray the boots are less horrific in origin!”

I raised an eyebrow at him. He was grilling me in the most friendly fashion, and no wonder. My outfit must have made him highly suspicious. I angled one foot so he could look at the intricate design. Where were these from...? Hmm...ahh. “I snuck into a Garlean outpost for food and stole someone's boots,” I said. “I used the rest of her outfit, too, but returned everything else.”

Haurchefant stooped to study them. “These are Garlean?” he asked with some surprise. “They're most unusual, then. Quite beautiful, really.”

“I think the Empire's armor designers were inspired by the things they found in the Far East,” I said. “That was where I was when I got these.”

“The Far East!! My friend, you are truly well-traveled! I should like to hear of your adventures one day!” He straightened and regarded me with a warm smile. “In fact, why don't you—”

“Seigneur Haurchefant!” called someone from the other side of the room.

Haurchefant, still talking, turned to see who wanted his attention. “—join me some time for lunch—Oui, Inquisiteur?”

A woman in long white and blue robes waved at him. “Avec moi, s'il vous-plait!”

“Un moment, madame! Pardon me, ladies, but it seems duty calls. I pray your day goes well!” He gave us a courtly bow and strode away to the inquisitor to see what she wanted.

Goobbue, Essenta, and I exchanged glances. Essenta said, “You are now the prime exotic animal, shipped in from the Far East.”

“Essenta!” Goobbue scolded. “Really! Just because Lord Haurchefant likes hearing stories...” She turned to me. “Did you really steal your boots from an Imperial soldier?”

“Thought it was a good idea at the time, but then again I was starving,” I said with a shrug. “They don't feed their soldiers very well, either.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Ew. Not a surprise. They're all savages over there. All right, let's report to Ser Hourlinet.”

She and Essenta headed for a man in a yellow overcoat surrounded by adventurers. Hourlinet was the efficient sort, I could see. He had everyone's tasks scheduled in a neat little grid, including mine. Goobbue was runner for the day – she grimaced at this, since it meant a lot of travel – while Essenta got assigned to guard some porters. Soluvrain and Moonlight River got firewood duty. As for me, someone had creatively tasked me with 'ridding the immediate area of nuisance creatures', which meant feral crocs. That was my only task all day.

“Are you sure she should do that alone?” Moonlight River asked. “Mayhap Soluvrain could—”

“Given what I have seen her do, she is likely more than equal to this task,” Hourlinet said. “Now, with the storm strengthening, I would suggest we all set about our respective tasks with alacrity.” He turned to the rest of the adventurers.

“I don't think the pay's worth your life,” Moonlight River said to me. “Say the word and I'll come help.”

“It's fine,” I said. “I'll see you later.” I headed out. Time to get a real warm-up.

~*~

I stood over the latest carcass, panting hard. Blood dripped off the blade of my axe slowly, already beginning to freeze mere seconds after its forcible extraction from the vessel. Feeling oddly out of sorts, I scooped up handfuls of snow and began cleaning everything. The space around me turned pink. Only when I glanced idly at the dead wolf did I notice the sunset had turned the snow orange.

Have I been out here all day? I wondered. Best head back. I'm hungry...I think.

My killing spree had ended at the top of a hill. I gazed down at the trail of death and destruction I had left with a bit of a sick feeling in my stomach. “Midgardsormr,” I said, “how long have I been out here?”

The tip of one wing brushed my cheek as my dragonet companion dropped onto my shoulder. «Sunrise to sunset,» he said. «Oft didst thou lose thyself to excess bloodshed in the end. That thou hast returned to thyself in the span of a single sun is a great improvement. Come, let us return to the sons of Ishgard. The native fauna has been terrorized enough for one day.»

“I...yes, that's a good idea,” I said, struck by both my apparent ability to kill mindlessly for hours and Midgardsormr thinking this was better than before. “I'm really broken, aren't I? I thought coming back fixed me. This is not normal!”

«To heal will take time,» he replied. «To rewind time for a single mortal is miracle enough without asking for that which broke the world to be fixed without recompense. Go, champion. They will not mind a little blood.»

I spent a few more minutes cleaning my boots and furs before heeding his command. The knights I passed greeted me with raised hands and bobbing heads. The sun was long gone when I reached the gates of Camp Dragonhead.

“There you are!” said the guard. “We wondered if you had met an untimely demise in the jaws of a croc. Report to Ser Hourlinet, if you will. You might find some leftover food if you're nice to Medguistl.”

I thanked him and trudged through the courtyard. The knights regularly shoveled inside the outpost, which was a blessing because it meant I wasn't tracking pink snow for all to see. Of course, the number of people outside now that the temperature was now well below zero was close to zilch anyway. Lighted windows and torches showed me the way through the central arch.

The sound of someone beating the stuffing out of a training dummy distracted me from my pensive march. I veered off course to investigate. The training area held only a single torch, leaving half the area in shadow. I saw long silver hair gleaming in the firelight, bouncing to and fro. As I drew close, I could make out the body attached to the hair. It was an Elezen man, and one who could jump absurdly high at that. I watched as he vaulted into the air, stretched to his full length, and hurled a black spear at the training dummy. The thin blade pierced the heart of the dummy with ease. The man landed practically on top of it, ripped his spear out, and did a few graceful spins. Then, with a full grasp on the mechanics of coolness, he twirled the spear to rest the butt on the ground in an at-ease position.

“Eavesdroppers and spies shall be taken as new training dummies,” he said, not turning around.

I blinked and looked from side to side. Who...? Oh, he was talking to me. Well, that was rude! I frowned at his back.

He turned to glare at me. His eyes were surprisingly dark for an Elezen of Ishgardian birth. His hair could have used a trim. What might have once been bangs now brushed his nose and even in the dark of night I could see his split ends were out of control. He hmphed at me, his glare acquiring a contemptuous air. “A coin-starved adventurer, back from her errand,” he said. “Hardly worth the trouble. Run along, girl, unless you want to take on my lance.”

That was even ruder! I wasn't a girl, I was a woman! And his lance wasn't even that impressive! More importantly, something about him was very, very familiar.

He wasn't in the mood to deal with me. Rather than keep talking, he spun his lance and leapt high into the air. Like a diving falcon, he aimed for my heart.

Oh, so he's serious about using me as a dummy, I thought.

Curious, I chose to block his attack rather than dodge. His lance was sturdier than it looked and his reaction time was excellent. The blade did not break when it glanced off my axe. The man landed with one foot on the flat of my blade and used it to propel himself out of reach. Unsurprisingly, his landing was as light as a butterfly despite the ice and snow covering the ground.

He hummed thoughtfully, swinging his weapon out to the side to prepare his next move. “Interesting,” he said. “I take it you've volunteered to be my training dummy.” He darted forward. I dodged in the nick of time. Damn, he was fast when he decided to use those legs of his to cover distance rather than altitude. I blocked several of his graceful sweeping blows easily and tried to figure out his fighting style. He wore light chainmail and no head cover, but as I studied him, I discovered he had absolutely no openings. The only time he opened himself up even a sliver was at the very top of his massive jumps, and there was no way I would be able to reach him up there.

He found me to be a tough opponent, too. All of his strikes had become cautious after that first attack, mostly aimed testing my defenses. The main issue for him was that his style had massive telegraphs due to the length of his weapon and the constant grip adjustments he had to do. Yes, it would hurt if he made contact...but he would have to get through my axe first.

I redirected my attention to his feet. Maybe if I...ohhh, yes, that was a good plan...although I was banking on him not knowing any hand-to-hand techniques and that he wasn't seriously planning on killing me...

He tried to skewer me again, this time with more intent than before. I twisted my hips to the side, just barely avoiding both the lance blade and the secondary winglike blade on one side. He was just within arms' length now. Maybe he thought he had me, because I could see him smirking and the muscles of his body bracing to pull the lance backwards. I slammed my axe vertically into the dirt. The handle locked the lance up by way of the winglike blade.

Ah. So he was actually trying to kill me. Good to know. I released my axe and put one hand on his wrist. His smirk turned to surprise as I ducked under his arms and slammed my fist into his gut. Not exactly the brightest move—the guy had abs of steel under the chainmail—but it took him surprise. He sort of bent over, either in reaction or just to keep track of me, and transferred to a one-handed grip on his lance. I cheerfully dragoon-jumped my head right into his chin. He made a bitten-off noise of surprise and reared back. Then, because he was a seasoned fighter, he adapted to the sudden close quarters by trying to punch me in the head. I ducked. The sound of metal scraping metal alerted me to the fact that he had slid his lance up to get it off my axe handle. I darted away and retrieved my weapon once he had backed up. We watched each other guardedly.

“You don't fight on the ground much, do you?” I asked when he made no move to attack again.

He snorted. “No. Mayhap I will after this, if only to spar with you again.”

I growled at him. “Is it sparring when you're actively trying to skewer me?”

The man found this hilarious. He let the tip of his lance drop as he laughed heartily. “That last move was a bit much considering your armor,” he said. “I would apologize, but as the bruise on my jaw will attest, you can more than hold your own in such situations.”

“Luckily for you.”

“Indeed, though given our earlier dancing, I suspected your level of skill was far higher than I previously assumed.” He waved a finger at the sky as Elezen were wont to do when they wanted to emphasize something. “I would end our sparring match here, my lady, as there are places I must be ere the morrow. First, though, I would have your name. 'Tisn't often I come across an opponent such as yourself.”

I decided he was a little on the weird side, as far as Ishgardians went. “Ameme,” I said. “Who are you?”

“Estinien,” he replied. “I shall remember your name, Ameme.” He gave me a curt nod, strapped his lance to his back, and jumped his crazy ass over the wall of the outpost without another word.

What the hell was that? I asked myself. If that was the guy I'd come back to save...I would have to tell myself I had terrible taste in men.

“Ameme!”

I jumped at the fluting male voice behind me. Haurchefant came striding across the courtyard. Some part of me relaxed when I saw him. “Hello, I'm back,” I said when he arrived in front of me.

“Yes, so I see,” he said. “When you did not report back by lunch, I confess Ser Hourlinet grew rather worried. Where have you been?”

I pointed vaguely in the direction of my activities. “I was killing feral crocs as assigned,” I said.

He raised an eyebrow. “All day?”

“Oh, no,” I said. “I ran out of crocs, you see...so I started on the wolves...I think there may have been some ice sprites, too.” I noticed my fingers getting fidgety with my axe handle and stilled them.

“Ah,” said Haurchefant. “And upon your return, you chose to get into a fight with the Azure Dragoon?”

I stared at him, wondering if I was about to get in trouble.

He sucked in a breath. “Ameme...”

“I'm sorry,” I said. “I was just watching him beat up the training dummy and he decided that meant I wanted to fight.”

Haurchefant laughed. “Oh, that is no surprise,” he said. “The Azure Dragoon is, shall we say...not a sociable sort of man.” He shook his head. “No, that is not what I wanted to say. Ameme! You are magnificent!”

I stared some more. Was that code for me being in trouble?

“To think, you were hard at work all day ridding the land of dangerous beasts, only to return and go axe-to-lance with the Azure Dragoon! And with such grace! I've never seen aught like it! You are truly, exceptionally strong, with unbelievable stamina!” He gestured excitedly as he spoke.

“Ah,” I said, blinking.

He picked up on my confusion and abruptly calmed himself. “After all that work, you must certainly be hungry,” he said. “I have taken the liberty of asking Medguistl to prepare a late dinner for you. Pray partake of it and take tomorrow off to rest. Come!” He led me to the kitchens and spent the entire time I waited for food recounting what he had seen and asking questions about this or that technique.

“What's an Azure Dragoon?” I asked when he managed to stop long enough to drink the orange juice Medguistl the chef gave him.

“Ah, I had forgotten you are new to the region,” Haurchefant said. “Pray forgive me. The Azure Dragoon is a title given to the strongest and wisest member of the order of dragoons. Among all Azure Dragoons past and present, Estinien Wyrmblood is considered exceptional.”

“He does jump pretty high,” I allowed. “So he just shows up to beat on training dummies?”

Haurchefant had a little laughing fit at the 'jumps pretty high' line. “I know not why he was here,” he said after recovering. “From what I have heard, the man comes and goes as he pleases. He has also thoroughly rejected Ishgardian high society, despite his status. I find him quite an interesting character, truth be told. I daresay you'll find him a far more difficult opponent should you fight him again. He is known for his ability to adapt to other fighting styles.”

Well, that was great. What if I didn't want to fight him again? But figuring out how to get the better of him had been pretty exciting, not to mention a far sight better than mindlessly killing animals.

“Is aught amiss?” Haurchefant asked, frowning. I shook my head. “Hmm. Yet you look as though something weighs heavily on your mind. Pray tell me. Did you not wish to fight the Azure Dragoon?”

“It's not that,” I said. To tell him, or...? I remembered Midgardsormr saying that healing took time. How did one heal unrelenting blood lust? “I just...lost time today.”

“How so?”

I looked away. “I remember what I was doing,” I said. “It's just that I...I lost track of myself all day...and all I did was kill...”

Haurchefant studied me silently. “I see,” he said. “Would you say this was a state of mind?”

I shrugged. “I stopped thinking, that was the problem. I don't want to do that kind of thing, but...” I waved a hand aimlessly. “I shouldn't be doing that. It's not normal. I'm not just a killing machine or a weapon. I'm a person. I...” Who was I talking to? It wasn't Haurchefant. “I'm a person,” I finished, feeling stupid.

Haurchefant reached across the table to grip my hand. “Forgive me for being too forward, but I must speak my thoughts,” he said. “Ameme. You are neither killing machine nor weapon. Though slaying those beasts has helped us, I would rather you put your considerable skills to use in ways that do not make you think you are nothing more than a tool. To that end, I shall ensure Ser Hourlinet assigns you more peaceful tasks.”

“I'll do them,” I said. “Someone has to go around killing things. It may as well be me since I'm so good at it.”

“I will not hear of it,” Haurchefant said. “Ameme, you are not a tool! You are a person, splendid fighter though you are. Now, finish this excellent meal and go to bed. Tomorrow you will have no assignments. Pray use that time to gather your thoughts and realize you are more than the sum of what you kill.” He patted my knuckles and released my hand.

Haurchefant is a nice guy, but he definitely doesn't know me, I thought. Fighting was all I did. Nothing he said would change that.

...but...

Maybe he was right, in a way. Maybe I could do more than just fight. No, I would do more than just fight. I had to if I wanted to stay sane. I would become the person he imagined I was.

“Let us speak of less serious things,” Haurchefant said. “Tell me more of your adventures in the Far East! I would not dare to imagine I know much of the world past Eorzea.”

“I didn't spend much time there,” I said a bit nervously. What was I supposed to tell him? I didn't remember.

“But surely you were there long enough to know something of the food!” he said.

Oh gods...what did I eat over there? Sushi? “Raw fish on rice,” I said.

“What?!”

“There was a lot of sea food...”

He leaned forward, fascinated. The more I talked, the more I remembered the little details. I even recalled climbing onto curved roofs and running around a port town, as well as being yelled at by men in yukata for doing so. It was a struggle to describe yukata to someone who had never seen them, but Haurchefant was somehow enthusiastic about the idea anyway.

Anyway, it was very nice chatting with someone who just wanted to hear stories. He was a busy man, so I also appreciated the amount of time he took just to talk to me. When I was finished eating, he thanked me for sharing my experiences and bade me good night before rushing off to do something or other—he mentioned reports—and leaving me all by my lonesome. I made sure to thank Medguistl for the food before I dragged myself to the chocobo stables for the night.

#fanfic #ffxiv #writing #maybe I should work on getting the rest of it written #naaaaaah who'd do something like that

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2017-07-27 “Even if it takes time.” Kubo Shiori Blog #19 [ENG]

The chirping of the birds woke me up, that’s the kind of fairy tale world I truly yearn for. So for that reason my alarm is the chirping of small birds. This doesn’t really wake me up though…tohohohoho…ah I won’t fall back to sleep.

Hello everyone. Thank you for your continuous hard work. I’m Nogizaka 46’s 3rd generation member. 1st year high school student, 16 year-old Kubo Shiori. It’s a pleasure to meet you!!!

Recently the thing I’ve been enjoying the most is the time I spend thinking about what to write for this blog. Even if it’s the smallest things I always keep thinking “I’ll write this in my blog!” (´･_･`) But 70% of what I say I was going to write; I end up forgetting… That’s why recently, whenever I feel something I write it down! Recently, I can’t help but have fun looking back over my notes. The most recent thing that I’ve read over in my notes is this “I think I like cream puffs!!”

A few days ago, the 3rd album handshake event was held in Makuhari Messe! The 3rd album handshakes are now all over〜 therefore around the end of the 1st time slot I was given a birthday festival.

They built such a beautiful lane (´･_･`) it reminds me of ‘3nin no Principle’. I can say, without exaggeration, that the reason I am who I am now is because of that stage play. It was the big motivation of that stage play that changed me. Therefore, when I am told at the handshake events that, “Principle was the motivation for coming to see you!” It makes me happy. When looking at this lane this time around, I think that for everyone as well Principle was the occasion where you got to know me and that makes me happy. Thank you very much.

This is my first time having a birthday since joining Nogizaka46. Ever since I was born, this was the first time I’ve received this many birthday wishes. Thank you so very much. I’m so grateful that I can’t put it into words.

Since joining Nogizaka46 I’ve always thought that being able to meet everyone was my birthday present. Therefore, I want to treasure you all even more. In order to warm everyone’s heart I’m going to try and be an existence that can warm everyone’s hearts.

Also, thank you for all the flowers. There was nothing but beautiful flowers. (´･_･`)

After I wrote on the previous blog about sunflowers, more sunflowers bloomed than usual. Then I finally realized, apparently it seems like I really like sunflowers. My favorite flowers are pale roses and sunflowers. Fleetingness and strength… for flowers, there are many things that one can think about. I love those moments. Everyone’s thoughts and affections make me happy. Thank you.

Momochan read my letter! Ever since that day, I read your letters〜 Thank you(´･_･`)

Well then, I’ll introduce you to what I wore at each venue.

· July 16th, Kyoto

1st slot: Kotoko san’s “Fusen was Ikiteiru.”

2nd slot: Wakatsuki san’s “Influencer”

3rd slot: I forgot to check whose… “Sayonara no Imi”

· July 17th, Nagoya

3rd slot: Asuka san’s “Hadashide Summer”

4th slot: Kawago san’s “Blanco”

5th slot: Ikoma san’s “Sayonara no Imi”

· July 23rd, Makuhari Messe

1st slot: Terada san’s “Secret Graffiti”

2nd slot: Nishino san’s “Sayonara no Imi”

3rd slot: Asuka san’s “Hadashide Summer”

I borrowed and tried on various of the senior member’s outfits. Everyone’s reaction each time made me happy〜 I’m the one who always doesn’t post pictures of their clothes, but this time I thought I would try and do a complete set of this handshake event!!! But… My phone ran out of space, and I wasn’t able to anymore pictures. The memories of the final day. Sad.

The album’s individual handshake was a handshake event that I got to wear outfits I could not normally wear, it put me in such a delighted and cheery mood!!! It was fun, Thank you very much.

(TL Note:

Top left: Kotoko’s “Fusen wa Ikiteiru”

Top right: Asuka’s “Hadashide Summer”

Bottom left: Kawago’s “Blanco”

Bottom right: someone’s “Sayonara no Imi”

Picture with Momoko, Wakatsuki’s “Influencer” )

Recently I’ve been watching the senior member’s dance performances and have become engrossed in searching for parts that make me say “I like the way they move here!” I don’t only learn but it’s really enjoyable too〜 Oh, I’m referring to the body movements and not the singing. The movement of the neck, wrists, elbow and so on, I watch many areas.

The day before yesterday, as supporters of ‘the high school quiz’, we went to visit the Kinki venue in Osaka! Thank you very much! It was very hype, the amount of excitement surprised me (´･_･`)！！

Myself, I really like ‘the high school quiz’ (´･_･`)。I usually watch it with my parents every year and therefore, being able to participate like this this year makes me really happy.

To everyone that has qualified, congratulations!!!!! I want to make the best summer memories for everyone (´･_･`)

I think there are people that are right now feeling frustrated…a reason that those emotions are coming up are because you’ve spent so much time and effort working hard with your teammates to reach this point. I respect that about each of you, and I think that that time you spent together getting this far is really a truly wonderful thing.

As a high schooler like you, I feel like I too want to work hard on something I find engrossing without being ashamed. On that day, I finally got that motivation. Thank you very much!!!!

Next!! Yesterday, July 26th 2017 was Yamashita Mizuki’s birthday!!!! Congratulations!!!!!! I have so many strong feelings I want to convey to her, but because they’re embarrassing, I contacted her in private, but… I wonder if I can really convey them all(´･_･`)

I like Yamashita’s way of thinking, is something I think about often. I think “Ahh, if I never met her, I think the way I’ve been living up till now would be completely different.” After meeting her, I became happy right away. The person called Yamashita Mizuki has taught me various things. Yamashita Mizuki is honestly wonderful, precious and I love her. She will continue to always be special to me. Thank you as always Yamashita.

I’m annoyed that what I really want to say can’t be expressed in a paragraph. I can’t say enough or write enough, that’s how strong my feelings are for who she is.

Gradually I’ve been thinking about wanting to do a SHOWROOM (´･_･`) Honestly, I’ve been secretly thinking about some projects. I’ll do them all!!! Question projects, program projects and… I won’t tell you any more hehe! Please look forward to it!

Please let me make some announcements.

· Extra issue Kadokawa sna

· Up To Boy san

→solo gravure

· Weekly Playboy san

August 3rd: Weekly Shonen Champion san

Momochan, Yamashita and me! ‘The Youth’, it’s that kind of feeling! Our ages are different but, personally I like our photoshoot. The day of the shoot was a lot of fun!

August 7th: Top Yell san

Tamami, Reno, and I talked a lot. We are the new 3rd year middle school trio! For some reason… this is the first time we’ve done anything together as a trio!!!! I’m happy. I’ll work hard so that we can do this again.

(TL Note: the old trio was Saito Chiharu, Nakmoto Himeka and Ikuta Erika.)

August 24th B.L.T. san

Our 3rd generation publication has picture of Den chan and me. Where did the two of us go I wonder? Please enjoy it! To tell you the truth the day of the shoot we did my birthday celebration. Thank you so much!!!!

On August 22nd Up To Boy finally went on sale!! Which means…behind the scenes shots!

I fit the poll. I really like the wall. Wall and opening. I like them they calm me. There were many voices from people at the handshake event that said, “I saw it!!!” I was overjoyed. There were also people that said “I liked this page!”…I’m so delighted, thank you (´･_･`)

In order to give everyone good announcements again I’ll continue to work hard.

On the 29th of August is the Seven Eleven Mini Live Concert in Osaka!!!! On the 30th of August is the 3rd generation solo concert in Osaka!!!!! (TL Note: Kubo makes a mistake here since both concerts happened in July and not August, which is what she wrote,)

Osaka!!!!!! Not matter how many times I go there I’m always happy! Please wait for me! I love concerts. They’re always fun aren’t they. I’ll try and make eye contact with at least one more person! They’ll tell me that they grabbed their heart while looking at me (´･_･`)♡

Speaking of which, now, from these events I have too many pictures that I want to post, I crammed them all together… I’m sorry (´･_･`) I honestly have more (´･_･`) therefore, I’ll post some more in the future!!

Thank you for all the comments on the previous blog. Everyone wrote a lot of passionate feelings… I know I’ve said it many times, but I can’t help but think how lucky a person I am. I strongly believe this. Please continue to support me.

My previous blog was too long I think (´･_･`) I’m deeply sorry… polish, polish, polish, polish… I tried to make it shorter but is it still long? (´･_･`) I’m sorry (´･_･`)

When this becomes and individual blog and we start doing mobile mail the blogs will definitely become shorter!! If there was a reason why my blogs are long it’s because I’m bad at summarizing things. However, while on the way to work or during handshake events while we’re waiting in line, I think “wouldn’t it be good to use a little bit of this free time to read over my blog,” and as a result it becomes longer. Furthermore, recently there are a lot of things I want to tell you. Only doing one every twelve days I end up thinking “This and that! I want to tell this to everyone!” (´･_･`)

One thing I’ve been thinking about recently, I want to share my firsthand experience and my other experiences to everyone! For example, cooking or beauty! These are some of the things I’m thinking about. “Up till now I’ve never really shared my experiences on these things,” is what I thought and so I definitely want to try it.

If there was one thing I want to say on this blog it’s that I love all of you.

I’ll write again soon.

Kubo Shiori

There’s always someone watching you,

That is a saying I like. “No matter how hard you work no one will notice, even though I’m working so hard from the shadows.” There are probably some people that think like this. But by thinking this at that point in time, it seems as though you are just looking for an immediate reward. However, I do not think like that. I think work hard is enjoyable. I haven’t convinced myself this, I honestly find it enjoyable. That’s because everyone is watching me.

I’m watching too, watching the fact that everyone is working their absolute hardest every day. Let’s both do our best. In order to give smiles to everyone I’m going to run up the slope.

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