#IF I COULD TURN BACK TIIIIIIIIME

[scoobydoodean]

just saw somebody saying that cas is a pushover for dean…. obviously that’s not true. but can i have some solid evidence just to make me feel more sane?

I mean Cas's baseline state is ignoring what anyone wants him to do imo. It's just when he ignores what most people want him to do, he makes this face: 🙄

And when he ignores what Dean wants him to do, he makes this this face. 🥺

But anyway:

"You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of Hell. I can throw you back in." (4.02)

ANNA: "Uhm, guys, the angels are talking again. / SAM: What are they saying? / ANNA: It's weird. Like a recording. A loop. It says: "Dean Winchester gives us Anna by midnight, or we hurl him back to damnation." (4.10)

"[I tricked you into coming into town] Because whatever I ask [for you to turn an innocent person over to me for execution], you seem to do the exact opposite [protect them from me]." (4.15)

After kidnapping Dean to make him torture for them: "This is too much to ask, I know. But we have to ask it." (4.16)

[Kidnaps Dean and locks him up] (4.22)

[Flies away abruptly because Dean asks a question he doesn't want to answer] (5.01)

"I killed two angels this week. My brothers. I'm hunted. I rebelled. And I did it, all of it, for you, and you failed. You and your brother destroyed the world—and I lost everything, for nothing. So keep your opinions to yourself." (5.02) (Note: Cas blaming Dean for everything going wrong here is also some major bullshit).

CASTIEL: May I borrow [your amulet]? / DEAN: No. / CASTIEL: Dean. Give it to me. / DEAN: All right, I guess. (5.02)

Cas flies off to kill Jesse when Dean and Sam are in direct moral opposition. (5.06)

ANNA: I'd say the Winchesters don't trust me. / CASTIEL: They do. I don't. I wouldn't let them come. (5.13)

You're not gonna finish that? [Takes Dean's burger without waiting for an answer] (5.14)

[Kidnaps Dean and locks him up] (5.18)

"Maybe they're desperate. Maybe they wrongly assumed Dean would be brave enough to withstand them." (5.18)

[Beats the shit out of Dean in an alley] "I rebelled for this?! So that you could surrender to them?" [kidnaps Dean and locks him up again] (5.18)

DEAN: Whoa, wait. You’re gonna take on five angels? / CASTIEL: Yes. / DEAN: Isn’t that suicide? / CASTIEL: Maybe it is. But then I won’t have to watch you fail. 

CASTIEL: You think I came because you called? I came because of this. [The Staff of Moses] / DEAN: Oh, well, it's nice to know what matters. / CASTIEL: It does help one to focus. (6.03)

CASTIEL: I need your help. / SAM: [ Scoffs. ] That's rich. Really. / CASTIEL: [ Grunts, tosses the jar of locusts at SAM. CASTIEL performs air quotes during this speech. ] Sam, Dean, my "people skills" are "rusty." Pardon me, but I have spent the last "year" as a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent. But believe me, you do not want that weapon down here. Help me find it. Or more people will die.

[Flies away abruptly when Dean asks anything he doesn't want to answer] (6.03)

Cas tortures a child while Dean pleads with him not to do it (6.03).

[Yanks Dean's wrist over without asking and slices his palm open to use his blood for a spell] DEAN: Whoa, whoa! Hey! Ahh! Why don't you use your own? / CASTIEL: It wouldn't work. I'm not human.

[Flies away abruptly when Dean is mid-sentence] (6.06)

Cas ghosts Dean for days while Dean pleads for help in prayers (6.05-6.06)

Those are some moments of note up to my current rewatch episode.

Less organized but past current rewatch point some random momence:

The entire plot of season 6 where Cas is going behind their backs the whole time culminating in him refusing to let go of his plan while Dean pleads him to do just that.

Fun lil Deancas bitchy compilation set here

[Beats the shit out of Dean flies away with the angel tablet]

Refuses to come out of Purgatory

Ignores Dean's nightly prayers in Purgatory

Ignores Dean's prayers and calls all of the tiiiiiiiime sometimes for weeks

Locking Dean in the dungeon... again. (S9)

DEAN: I'm glad you're here / CAS: *Leaves* (10.03)

Keeping Demon Dean from doing demon things :(((( (10.03)

Works with Sam to decode the Book of the Damned behind Dean's back.

CAS: No fighting. / DEAN: Tell [Claire] that. / CAS: Both of you.

"YEAH you know what I like about him? It's that he's sarcastic, but he's THOUGHTFUL and APPRECIATIVE too."

"If I plan to do anything else stupid, I'll let you know."

CAS: So I should just sit here? / DEAN: Pretty much. / CAS: NO.

[Look of utter loathing] "Dean. You are NOT a talking dog." (13.16)

"At least I don't look like a lumberjack."

Steals The Colt to kill Kelly Kline when Sam and Dean want to save her -> Does a 180 into wanting to protect Kelly and still won't include Sam and Dean, instead knocking them unconscious (12.19)

Locks Sam and Dean out of the dungeon so he can torture Donatello for information (13.14)

Also: #hot girl cas. And anyway, if Cas decreases his bitchy basline tendencies to be bitchy around Dean and Dean only, and instead indulges him occasionally by doing things like dressing up like cowboys, we should be fond of this because the angel the size of a Chrysler building who has killed thousands lets Dean put him in little outfits to make him happy and there is something very cute about that.

#and cas is my best friend #mail #hot girl cas

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 322: IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor was all, “Kirishima please take Hagakure and Aoyama and put them away somewhere out of sight until we’re finally ready for the U.A. Traitor Plot.” Shouto was all “HEY DEKU DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT MAYBE YOU WANDERING THE STREETS LOOKING LIKE A GOTH PRAYING MANTIS IS EXACTLY WHAT AFO WANTS.” Deku was all “I’M SORRY I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF MY CRUSHING MARTYR COMPLEX AND ACCUMULATED TRAUMA.” Mineta was all “HEY DEKU YOU SWEET THANG, IF I COULD REARRANGE THE ALPHABET I’D PUT ‘U’ AND ‘I’ TOGETHER, ANYWAYS HMU 💖”, or at least that’s what fandom apparently thought he said. Everyone was all “WELL SINCE WE’RE BACK HERE IN KAMINO WE SHOULD DO THE THING” and did the whole “launching someone into the air to save someone by dramatically grabbing their hand” thing that everybody fucking loves to do in Kamino so damn much. Iida was all “[bombards me and Deku with feels].” Deku was all, “ू(ʚ̴̶̷́ .̠ ʚ̴̶̷̥̀ ू).” I was all, “(;*△*;).” Horikoshi was all, “my work here is done.”

Today on BnHA: 

oh my god.

so I finally went back to look at what I wrote up for 321 last week, and it’s a hot fucking mess lol, and I really don’t want to deal with that right now, so we’re just gonna skip it and go back sometime in the next few days or something because I really want to read the new chapter and I have no self control. I’M SORRY IIDA

oh my god he’s breaking out the narration word bubbles oh my god. shit is about to get epic isn’t it

has there ever been a chapter that opened with these that WASN’T epic? serious question. anyways all aboard the Feels Express I guess

YEP

I saved a bunch of other crying kaomojis when I was looking for ones to use in the “previously on” summary, and right now it’s looking like that was a good fucking decision you guys. if I’m going to be an emotional wreck I might as well do it in style ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ

AND BY THE WAY!!

SHOULD I JUST THANK HORIKOSHI NOW AND SAVE MYSELF SOME TIME LATER. THE MAN ALWAYS FUCKING DELIVERS WHAT ELSE CAN I FUCKING SAY GODDAMN. IS IT TOO EARLY TO DECLARE THIS MY NEW FAVORITE CHAPTER? I SHOULD PROBABLY READ FURTHER THAN ONE PAGE BUT I’VE JUST GOT A FEELING

(ETA: it’s like. maybe my second favorite lol. A HUG WOULD HAVE PUT IT IN FIRST, I’M JUST SAYING.)

anyway so Ochako is releasing Iida, which is actually hilarious, because idk if you all know this but Iida can’t fucking fly you guys

like, I assume Ochako released him because she already knew that Kirishima was in place to catch him, but I really love this split-second of panic on Iida’s part where he’s all “HMM, IS OCHAKO TRYING TO KILL ME, ACTUALLY”

LOL THERE’S A THOOM AND EVERYTHING

that’s some plus fucking ultra on Ochako’s part right there. “IF THEY DIE THEY DIE” goddamn girl did you leave your chill in the same locker as Momo or what

now poor Kiri is all “DAMMIT DEKU ARE YOU PASSED OUT OR WHAT, I DIDN’T GET TO TELL YOU MY THING GODDAMMIT”

oh my gosh he is curled up so small you guys oh my fucking lord

RESIDUAL “LOST CHILD” FEELS FROM LAST WEEK COMING IN FOR A LANDING!! PLEASE MAKE SURE YOUR SEATBACKS AND TRAY TABLES ARE IN THEIR UPRIGHT POSITIONS OMG ( ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ ₍₎ ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ )

LMAO IIDA IS TRYING TO CONFIRM THAT OCHAKO PLANNED FOR KIRISHIMA TO CATCH HIM, AND KIRISHIMA IS ALL “NOPE I’M JUST HERE BY CHANCE BRO”

Ochako is the U.A. Traitor confirmed. Hagakure I am so sorry I doubted you. Ochako get over here. so are you Toga now or what

anyway so now everyone is running over before Iida can react to this casual announcement of his attempted murder. and now Mina is taking her turn, and Horikoshi is all “HEY BTW IS MINA CRYING ON THE LIST OF THINGS THAT MAKE YOU CRY?” and of fucking course it is, you bastard. I’m not made of stone

( ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥)

SLDKFJLSDKJ:LKWEJ

IS THIS THE PART WHERE I JUST START SCREAMING INCOHERENTLY FOR THE REST OF THE CHAPTER LOL. SURE FEELS LIKE WE ARE GETTING TO THAT TIME

OH MY GOD KACCHAN AHHHHH

I CAN’T OMG LOL I ALREADY GLANCED AT THE NEXT COUPLE OF PANELS, AND HE’S STARTING A WHOLEASS MONOLOGUE ABOUT ALL OF HIS DEKU FEELS AND OH MY GOD

“HERE YOU GO MAKESTE, A WHOLE CHAPTER OF ALL YOUR FAVORITE META TOPICS JUST THE WAY YOU LIKE THEM” THANK YOU HORIKOSHI YOU’RE A BRO (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

SLKASODIFALWKFLKJ

THEY’RE JUST DEKU AND KACCHAN. holy shit you guys. because oh my god, but it’s like when Deku was talking to the Vestiges about saving Tomura, and he turned into his little child self because his heart and intentions were so pure?? and it’s like that again, except that we’re seeing them as their child selves because that’s who they are to each other?? like, not that they actually see each other as children, but just, they can see past all of the stuff on the outside and see each other to their cores, to who they are inside, and when they look at each other they each simply see the other boy that they’ve known their whole entire life. idk?? does that make sense??? DOES ANY OF THIS EVEN MAKE SENSE I DON’T KNOW WHAT WORDS ARE ANYMORE I’M JUST SWIMMING IN FEELS OKAY. I’M TRYING HERE

they’re just boys, is what I’m trying to say, I guess. just Deku and Kacchan. all the walls are down, all the gaps are bridged, and all it is is the one boy reaching out and connecting with the other, and just,,, (꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

OH MY GOD [GRABBING YOUR SHOULDERS AND POINTING WORDLESSLY] !!!1LK1

DO YOU ALL KNOW WHAT THIS IS YOU GUYS

HOW PERFECTLY FUCKING RAD. WELL LET ME JUST ENJOY THESE LAST FEW SECONDS BEFORE MY LIFE IS FOREVER CHANGED, I GUESS

OH

MY

GOD

CAN HE EVEN SAY THAT??? IS THAT EVEN LEGAL??? IS HE EVEN FUCKING ALLOWED TO SAY THAT. WHAT IS HAPPENING

OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

─=≡Σ((( つ ◕o◕ )つ

GET IN HERE, EVERYONE!!

Y’ALL HE REALLY DID IT. “BAKUGOU IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE HE HASN’T EVEN APOLOGIZED” WELL GUESS FUCKING WHAT. GUESS FUCKING WHAT, YOU GUYS!! LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO ((((／￣∇￣)／＼(￣∇￣＼)))) AHHHHHHHHHH

OHHHHHHHH

HEH. I’M ALREADY DEAD, HORIKOSHI, YOU BASTARD. DO YOUR WORST. GO ON

YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON “US”, HE SAYS. ALONG WITH A BUNCH OF OTHER STUFF OMG. KACCHAN, YOU STUDIED!! YOU UNDERSTAND!! PREACH!!

OH NO!!

OH WAIT!!!!

LOL I GOT SCARED THERE FOR A SECOND BUT ANYWAY! EVERYONE GET IN HERE!!! GROUP HUG!!! OR WAIT, NO, WHAT ABOUT -- [GRABS YOUR COLLAR URGENTLY] YOU DON’T THINK -- COULD THEY POSSIBLY -- !!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ARE YOU GONNA HUG!??!?!?!?! I AM NOT OKAY!!!!!!! !!!hgk

REACTION PANELS LOL EVERYONE ELSE IS ON THE EDGE OF THEIR SEATS TOO WE’RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER

LOL OCHAKO

I KNOW THAT IN REALITY THIS FACE IS JUST BECAUSE SHE’S CONCERNED ABOUT DEKU’S FRAGILE STATE RN, BUT I KEEP THINKING ABOUT THE WAY SHE JUST DROPPED IIDA COLD THOUGH, AND I CAN’T HELP BUT FEAR FOR KACCHAN’S SAFETY LMAO. THAT FEELING WHEN THE CLASS PERV AND THE CLASS BULLY BOTH BEAT YOU TO THE LOVE CONFESSION. KACCHAN WATCH YOUR SIX

OKAY BUT LOOK, IT’S NOT THAT I DON’T LOVE ALL OF THE OTHER KIDS, OKAY, BUT CAN WE PLEASE!??!?! HELLO?!?!? MOMO, JUST -- COULD YOU JUST FOR A MINUTE --

NOOOOOOOOOOO

“DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, I HAVE TO SAVE SOMETHING FOR THE FINALE” HORIKOSHI YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, I’M COMING FOR YOU WITH A TWO BY FOUR!! NOT THAT I’M UNGRATEFUL!! BUT JESUS CHRIST, YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT, AND THEN ALMOST DO THAT, AND THEN NOT!! OMG I HATE YOU

sure let’s cut to Thirteen then, yay. I mean I’m glad they’re alive lol, don’t get me wrong

(ETA: I think that might have sounded a bit sarcastic so I just want to clarify that I really am happy Thirteen is alive and on the job again lol.)

it’s just that if your name doesn’t begin with Baku or Deku I honestly am not interested for just these next five minutes okay lol. like I’m just gonna be completely honest. I am too invested lol, please, they were having a moment, JUST LET ME HAVE THIS PLEASE

OH DAMN U.A. GOT SWOLE AF

THIS SCHOOL HAS BEEN JUICING WTF. I THOUGHT YOU WERE TARTARUS LOL

I’m literally not even reading the speech bubbles though omg I’m so sorry. I really hope there is not a quiz, I promise I will come back to it later scroll scroll scroll

okay so they brought him back to U.A. and he’s all tired and out of it yes

oh goody Hagakure knows all about the security system

(ETA: is it just me or is Horikoshi really laying it on thick with the hints about these two guys lately? I’m on to you sir.)

THAT’S WONDERFUL NEWS. GLAD THIS CRITICAL KNOWLEDGE IS SAFE IN THE HANDS OF THE PEOPLE THAT WE TRUST

ffs Deku

WHAT WILL IT EVEN TAKE TO CONVINCE YOU THEN?? SWEET JESUS

-- holy shit, what??!

they know?? how did they find out??! holy shit???

I’m about to cancel the whole of Japan lmao. fucking try me dudes

-- THE PRINCIPAL!?

NEZU GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!! WHAT THE FUCK

“a ticking time bomb” tell you what, this man is just asking to be punched in the face. literally begging for it omg

(ETA: I have been advised that I misread this part; Rat Principal told everyone how safe U.A. was, but he’s not the one who ratted out Deku; that was “the rumors”, apparently. which, if I had to guess, were probably started by AFO.)

oh I see, so it’s to be Feels, Part II then

he looks so sad and tired and lonely and she goes right for the hand, god bless. though if Kacchan’s not gonna hug him, you’d think someone would at least. or is it because he still smells bad. hmm

AND THE CHAPTER’S ENDING ON HER LOL WELL OKAY THEN

I MEAN IT’S GREAT AND ALL, I LOVE OCHAKO REALLY I DO, BUT WE WERE PROMISED GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GODS, WHAT GIVES SOB. I WAS ALL READY TO BREAK OUT INTO SONG AND EVERYTHING. SURE, HE DID THE APOLOGY, BUT WHERE IS THE FOLLOW-UP GODDAMMIT

(ETA: just to clarify the reason for my rambling here, I was really waiting for the hero name reveal and the presumed deeper meaning behind it lol. but I guess that is a conversation still to come! and we still need Deku’s response to the apology too for that matter. lots to look forward to still.)

WELL WHATEVER, SO THAT IS THE END OF THE CHAPTER! SHOUT OUT TO MY BOY RAT “LET ME JUST TELL EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ABOUT DEKU’S SUPER SECRET IDENTITY, I GUESS THAT’S ALL RIGHT NOW, NOTHING BAD COULD POSSIBLY COME OF THIS” PRINCIPAL. listen here you little shit

anyway but if you’ll excuse me... IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME. IF I COULD FIND A WAY. I’D TAKE BACK THOSE WORDS THAT HAVE HURT YOU, AND YOU’D STAY. I DON’T KNOW WHY I DID THE THINGS I DID. I DON’T KNOW WHY I SAID THE THINGS I SAID. PRIDE’S LIKE A KNIFE, IT CAN CUT DEEP INSIDE. WORDS ARE LIKE WEAPONS, THEY WOUND SOMETIMES. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T REALLY MEAN TO HURT YOU. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T WANNA SEE YOU GO. I KNOW I MADE YOU CRY, BUT BABAY, IF I COULD TUUUUURN BACK TIIIIIIIIIIIME...

#bnha 322 #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #uraraka ochako #class 1-a #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #IF I COULD REACH THE STARS #I'D GIVE THEM ALL TO YOU #IF I COULD TURN BACK TIIIIIIIIME

[intheticklecloset]

This Means War (Haikyuu!!)

Primary Universe

Summary: Noya follows up on his threat to get Kageyama back as well, but what the poor setter wasn't expecting was for the rest of the team to help him out!

A/N: YEEEE!! I'm so excited to delve further into this new storyline! I expect lots of fun stories with these three in the future! Enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 1,204

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Of all the times for Noya to pounce on him, the last thing Kageyama had expected was for him to attack him in front of the entire team.

“Noya!” he shrieked as he shoved at his tiny upperclassman’s shoulders, fighting against the immediate giggles that wanted to burst from him in response to the scratching at his ribs. “Back off!” He could see the others either hovering in the doorway or stopped in their tracks as they’d been heading out, staring at the scene unfolding before them unexpectedly after practice. “Stop!”

Hinata was – of course – the first to break free from the others and charge toward the two of them, yelling, “Tickle tiiiiiiiime!”

Kageyama panicked; he’d managed to keep the upper hand against Noya’s surprise attack, but against both of them he knew he didn’t stand a chance. “No! Stay out of this, you little moron! Hinata!”

Suddenly the setter lost his balance as the redhead charged into him and both he and Noya tackled him to the floor, reaching for whatever ticklish spots they could grab. Kageyama bucked and let out a high-pitched shriek that made him blush all the way to his ears. “No! Nohohohohohohoho! Stohohohop it! We’re at prahahahahahactice!”

“Practice is over,” Noya retorted playfully, glancing over his shoulder at their team captain. “Right, Daichi?”

Kageyama could feel Daichi’s responding chuckle from where he lay helpless on the floor. “Technically it is over, yes.”

“Plehehehehehease!” Kageyama giggled, twisting and squirming against the two shortest members of the team. Being completely at their mercy like this was at once incredibly embarrassing and secretly thrilling. He fought against them uselessly, tossing his head back against the floor with a thump when one of them scribbled at his belly. “Nohohohohohohoho!”

“Told you I’d get revenge on you, too,” Noya laughed, settling himself on one of Kageyama’s thighs. “Thanks for the help, Hinata!”

Hinata beamed. “Of course! It’s only fair, since he helped you get revenge on me. Tickle, tickle, meanie Kageyama!”

“Hinata, shuhuhuhuhuhuhut up!” The setter screeched, flailing and fighting as much as possible pinned to the ground as he was – until the redhead grabbed his arms and pulled them above his head, sitting on them in the exact same way he had not long ago when it was him and Noya ganging up on Hinata. “Nohohohohohohohoho!”

Just then Tanaka appeared seemingly from nowhere, grinning maniacally. “Another gang tickling, huh? I want in!”

“NO!!” Kageyama screamed, giggles turning to laughter when this third teammate began squeezing his knees and scribbling under them. “Nohohohohohohooooo! Stahahahahahahap it, plehehehehease!”

Then Yamaguchi was there. Then Suga, then Daichi and Asahi. Soon more teammates than he could keep up with had descended on him, making Kageyama explode with panicked laughter, any and all struggling extremely limited for how he was being pinned to the floor of the gym.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” he pleaded, hardly able to speak for his hysterics. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! GUYS, NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! THIS IS WAHAHAHAHAHAHAY TOO MUHUHUHUHUHUHUCH!!”

Hinata giggled above him, gently scratching at his underarms. “Feeling a little flustered, giggly-yama?”

“SHUT UP WITH YOUR NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAMES ALREADY!!” Kageyama half-demanded, half-begged. He let out a startled shriek and suddenly dissolved into wheezing laughter when Noya reached that spot just below his ribs.

“Oho, good spot, yeah?” Noya teased, honing in on it. “Having fun, Kags?”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! I’M SOHOHOHOHOHOHORRY!! I’M SORRY JUST PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

“Sorry for what?” Noya asked, genuinely confused for a moment. “Oh, the net tickling incident. Yeah, this is what you get, little first-year!”

Hinata waved his arms to get the libero’s attention, eyes wide with worry. “No, don’t tickle him there, seriously. It’s way off limits. Right, Kageyama?”

Kageyama could only laugh out his response, too hysterical to do anything else. “YES YES PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOT THERE NOYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Oh, shoot. My bad.” The libero left his sweet spot and scribbled gently at his belly near his navel. “Is this better?”

Kageyama was still wheezing out laughter and pleas for mercy, but he seemed less distressed than before. Hinata grinned at him and resumed tickling as well.

After another minute or so, Noya sat back. “Well, I think I’m satisfied—”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOT THE KNEHEHEHEHEHEHEES, PLEHEHEHEASE!! PLEASE, IT’S SO BAHAHAHAHAHAD – WHO EHEHEHEHEHEVEN IS THAHAHAHAHAT?!”

Tanaka poked his head around Noya’s shoulder. “It’s me, bruh! Got super ticklish knee pits, huh? Kitchy coo!”

Kageyama was too far gone to respond; he only squealed out incoherent pleas for it to stop while trying to catch Hinata’s gaze at the same time, eyes desperate.

Hinata crawled off of him and shouted to be heard over the ruckus, “Okay, stop! Let him go! He’s had enough.”

“Aww,” Tanaka whined, but he did as he was asked and ceased his tickling.

Everyone let him go and sat back, allowing Kageyama room to breathe. The setter didn’t move, lying splayed out on the floor of the gym for the second time in recent team history, gasping for breath and smiling so wide it looked like his face might split open.

Hinata scooted closer to him, trying to see his face. “Hey, you good, Kageyama?”

“Yehehehes,” his friend giggled out, loopy from the dopamine rush. “That was fuhuhuhuhun.”

Daichi smiled, patting his leg as he got to his feet. “I’m glad to hear it. Once you’re recovered, you and the two crazies can lock up the gym. Okay?”

“Okay,” Hinata replied, but Noya looked offended.

“What? Why do I have to?”

Daichi gave him a look. “You started it, and you’re their upperclassman. Take responsibility for wearing out our primary setter and make sure he gets to class all right.”

Noya mumbled, “He’s not dying or anything…” before seeing his captain’s glare and waving him off nonchalantly. “Yeah, yeah, all right. I’ll get them out of here and lock up, don’t you worry.”

Once the rest of the team had filed out, Kageyama sat up with a groan. Hinata helped him to his feet and asked, “Do you need your water bottle?”

“What do you think, idiot?” Kageyama tried to snap, though it was half-hearted at best. He playfully shoved the redhead away. “Go get it, carrot top. Please.”

Hinata grinned and bounded away to where his friend’s gym bag sat by the door.

Noya punched the setter in the arm gently. “We’re even now, by the way.”

“For now,” Kageyama scoffed. He shot Noya a wicked look that sent a chill down the libero’s spine. “Don’t think I’ll just roll over and take that. I’ll come after you twice as hard next time. You and Hinata both.”

Hinata was entirely unbothered by the threat as he handed the ravenette his water bottle and watched him chug the first third of it before remembering to slow down. “And I’m still coming after you both, so don’t think this is over!”

Noya looked between the two of them as they turned to him expectantly. He hesitated for only a moment, then laughed. “Well, I’m not going to be so easy to take down, you arrogant little first-years. If you want me, you’ll have to work for it!”

Kageyama smirked. “Sounds like this means war.”

Hinata bounced excitedly. “Tickle war!”

“Yeah,” Noya agreed, grinning with open elation. He couldn’t wait to tell Asahi about this. “Bring it on!”

#fanfiction #tickle fic #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #hq #kageyama #hinata #noya #karasuno #tickle fight #tickle war #playful #teasing #gang tickling #tickling #ticklish #tickle

[drakewalkerfantasy]

Consequences: Chapter 1

Synopsis: Two people from two different worlds, two complete strangers come together for a night of solace from their moment of anger and hurt. By consequence, they were brought together and their fates intertwined. What will happen when the reality of the one night’s actions filled with lust and anger will hit them both? What will happen with two complete strangers who seem to have nothing in common? Or do they have more in common than they thought?

Words: 2906

Authors notes: Some chapters maybe NSFW or have a mature content

Beckett x TE MC (Maeve)

**Warnings: This chapter has mature content. Not NSFW but things got spicy. Alcohol consumption, anger, bad decisions. *

This was the last's Friday night before his studies would begin and he was beyond excited to start his new academic journey in the medical field. The only thing that overshadowed his excitement was the fact that the place that he found for the living, was already occupied, which meant that he would have a roommate, something that he never wanted to have. The main reason why no matter how hard his best friend tried to convince him to rent a house together, he did not succumb to his persuasion. Preferring solitude instead to the company. And as a result got himself in a situation in which he was now, with the person he even never met.

He huffed, driving toward the lonely standing house, someone’s car already parked there. He looked around, leaving his car on a free space. Getting out of his SUV, Beckett went toward the house. When he got inside, he noticed still packed boxes in the hall, but he didn’t hear or see anyone else. He walked further into the house, entering a living room he will be forced to share with someone else. He looked around the neat and cozy room, two armchairs were standing opposite fireplace, the massive bookcase was located along one of the walls. He was about to go and check the kitchen when he heard his phone calling. Taking it out, he checked the Caller’s ID before answering the call, listening for a cheerful voice, coming from his mobile.

“Morning to you too, Zephyr,” replied Beckett, putting his keys into the bowl.

“Hey, Beckster, did you finally got to your place? Did you settle already? Who is your new roommate?” questioned Zeph excitedly, not letting Beckett say anything until ending his questioning.

“You know I hate it when you call me that. And yes, I already got to my new place but had no chance to settle, yet. Answering your last question, I have no idea who my new roommate is as I can see only unopened boxes there. But I do hope that the person I share this place with is someone decent and will not interrupt my study. Although based on the fact that instead of unpacking, this roommate just left… I guess I can just forget all my hopes.”

“Yes, yes… About your study, boy you need to unwind for the last time before your study starts…,” started Zeph before being interrupted by Beckett.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I was invited to the party, and you are coming with me. So this is Party tiiiiiiiime….” excitedly screamed Zeph making Beckett frown moving his phone a bit further from his ear.

“Never," cut Beckett. "you know I hate parties.”

“Yes, but you also know I will not give up until you say yes. So let’s make it easy for both of us.” laughed Zeph.

“I need to unpack my stuff, and it may take the whole day. Also, I need to go to the library to pick up some books for my studies as tomorrow the library will be closed. So this time you will need somehow to manage this on your own.”

“If these are the only reasons then…. partyyyyy."

"I told you, I will not have...," tried to say, Beckett.

"I will be there in twenty minutes and will help you unpack, and then we will pick up your books before crashing this party.”

“You will not give up… right?”

“My boy, you should know by now that never.”

“Good…” sigh Beckett exasperated looking at his watch. “be here in twenty minutes, but I will leave a party before 10 pm. Understood?”

“See you in twenty minutes,” replied Zeph, ending the call.

Almost an hour later Beckett finally heard a knock on the door. Grudgingly he opened it letting his best friend inside the house.

“You are late,” stated Beckett holding one of the boxes in his hands.

“Sorry, I met my new neighbors and they needed help with some boxes,” shrugged Zeph nonchalantly passing by Beckett feeling not even the slightest remorse in his delay.

Another hour later and unloading a bunch of boxes that Beckett brought with him, they finally started to unpack them. And in another three hours, they were finally done. All the stuff that Beckett took with him were put neatly to their places. The bookshelf in the living room stocked with new books he brought, and a picture of him and his sister put above fireplace. They both looked in satisfaction around the room putting the last boxes into the storage place. Zeph patted Beckett on the back before going toward the door.

“So now, when we finally finished with unpacking,” started Zeph, his eyes widening, when he noticed how his friend displeasingly looked on his new roommate’s still packed boxes. Quickly he marched back to Beckett grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the door, letting him only grab his keys on the way out. “Even don’t you dare think about this. You are NOT touching your roomies' stuff. Now…. let’s go to this place, where you need to be quiet and bore yourself to death or we will be late to the partyyyyyyyy.”

“Can you stop calling it that. And the library can be fun when you know what you are looking for,” notes Beckett before they both exit the house, shutting the door behind.

This was already three o’clock when they rushed toward the library, trying to get on time before it will be closed. When Beckett was about to round the corner, he felt someone bumping straight into him. The heavy books the person was carrying fell to the ground hitting painfully Beckett’s foot. Making him swear under his breath, looking at the person in front of him.

“Haven’t you ever been taught that you need to look where you are going?” snorted annoyed Beckett, crouching in front of the girl and helping her to collect scattered books. “Next time, watch where you are going,” said he with a scowl on his face, shoving the books into her arms before strolling into the library with Zeph following him, leaving startled stranger behind.

“What a jerk,” mumbled girl, standing up with the help of her friends.

“But he is a nice looking jerk,” whistled athletic-looking guy, watching after Beckett. “Isn’t he, Shreya?”

“Ohhhh, yes, Griff. He is yummy, and that ass,” moaned Shreya turning to face her friend. “And did you see his lips? Maeve, if I would bump into him... he wouldn't leave... so easily.”

“You two are just ridiculous, and I hate you,” groaned Maeve, covering her face. “Can you think of anything, but sex?”

Shreya and Griffin shared an incredulous look, before shaking their heads answering in unison.

“Nope… never… And you love us, girl.”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” frowned Maeve, looking straight at Griffin.

“Yes, I do. And this is why I don’t try to get the boy myself. Also, because he is straight,” shrugged off Griffin.

“And how exactly do you know that?” questioned Maeve rolling her eyes.

“Did you seen the way he looked at you?” asked Griffin, sharing another look with Shreya, the plan already building in their heads.

“Okay, you two... drop it. I know this look, and you will not try to set me up with him. He looked at me the same way as any other reach boy in town. He is a jerk and a snob. And I'm not interested also you know I have a lot on my place right now. So stop even thinking about this. Be thankful I even agreed to go to this party with you. And Griffin, don’t forget that you promised to do our dance. We need to practice.”

“Don’t worry. I remember. I always up to show my new moves,” he said, wiggling his brows.

“Okay, then let’s go. You know I need to change first and unpack my boxes before my roommate will arrive, what you also promised to do with me.” reminded Maeve, and they went to her house, laughing on their way there.

By the time clock strike seven, Beckett went into a club hosting a party, scowling at the number of people there.

“Zeph, tell me once again, why exactly I agreed to go with you?” said Beckett in a loud voice, while trying to get through the crowd and not to lose his overexcited friend from the view.

When they finally got inside, he looked around the floor, his attention immediately attracted to a dancing couple in the middle of the dance floor. Both moving as a whole to the sounds of Latin Music. The sensual dance attracting the drunken crowd closer to them, creating a commotion on the dance floor from enthusiastic screams and whistles. His brows furrowed instantly when he recognizes the same pretty blond girl he met earlier today. And he felt how his gaze riveted to her, watching her every move, unable to tear his gaze away. He watched how the guy led her into a low dip. His hand shifted to the small of her back when another traveled along her neck caressing her body as if they were in the confidentiality of the bedroom. He slowly reached for her knee making her stretch out her leg. A beautiful red dress flowing around her body, dancing around her petit frame like a flame. At some point during the dance, she looked straight into his eyes, and he felt as if falling under her spell. Her soft hazel eyes were burning with fire alighting something unexplored inside of him. He could feel how his heart sped up beating as never before, and his breath got elevated, from the beats of sultry music and the way her body moved in another man’s arms. Waves of golden hair refracted the lights of the club, and she moved, holding his gaze as though burning him alive from the inside. As if under the spell, Beckett started to move closer to the dancers not even realizing it until a buzzing of his mobile phone broke him out of his daze. It seemed that eternity had passed when in reality it was only a splitting second, second that he will be not able to get out of his mind. He could feel the pounding of his heart inside his chest and he blinked noticing a familiar caller ID. Without another delay, he went outside of the club to take a call, not even sparing another glance to the dance floor.

“Good evening, mother,” said he taking a call. “Sorry, I…,” started he, interrupted by his mother’s voice “No mother, I didn’t… I’m with Zeph… Yes, he is still my friend,” replied Beckett listening to his mother. “Mother, no I still plan to study Medicine and not a business,” said he, annoyed by yet another remark from his mother. “MOTHER,” shouted he losing control for a split second, before taking a deep calming breath. “This is my life, and I have all the right to decide what I want. Look what you have done to Katrina? Isn't it enough...,” exasperatedly said he, only to be shut up by his mother once again. “Yes, mother,” mumbled he, feeling how his blood started to boil, wanting nothing more than to get drunk, to forget about his family at least once. “No, I will not change my mind,” said he, ending the phone call abruptly. He shoved the phone back in the pocket of his dark blue jeans moving back into the club, walking toward the bar. The music has changed to some sultry beats, and when he looked on the dance floor his eyes landed on the same tantalizing stranger who was in the middle of the argument. He could see how some man grabbed her hand, but she jerked it from him and stormed toward the exit.

He huffed, downing one drink after another, not paying attention to what he was drinking, his eyes dropping back to the bar in front of him. His thoughts involuntarily returning to the girl, but he stubbornly pushed them away. Frustrated and angry by the fact he couldn’t get her out of his head. Hurt and angry by the fact his mother managed to get to him once again. 

By the time he was done and ready to leave the club, he was more than tipsy, and the anger boiling inside him became only bigger. Beckett rose abruptly, almost tripping over his feet. He looked around, searching for Zeph, but couldn’t find him, so he typed him a quick message letting him know that he about to head back to his place. When he was just about to exit the club, he felt someone bump straight into him. His arms instinctively wrapped around the person’s shoulders, preventing them both from the fall.

“Don’t you ever look where you are going,” groaned Beckett angrily, after realizing that this was the same girl he ran into earlier. The same girl, which he couldn’t get out of his mind after watching her dance. The intensified anger coursing through him.

“Don’t you?” parried she as angrily, throwing his hands from her shoulders, taking a step back.

“I watched,” he snapped, taking a step forward, looming over her. Their eyes locked onto each other.

“Funny thing! As this is already a second time you run into me. So now if you excuse me I need to go,” snapped Maeve, abruptly turning around. Swaying a little, she was ready to leave before Beckett firmly grabbed her hand, turning her to face him. Their lips were just a breath away, and their breathing elevated from the anger seethed in both of them. “For Christ's sake, what is your problem!” cried Maeve, feeling his body firmly pressing into hers. His hand letting go of her, and his fingers painfully digging into her hips. They both glared onto each other, breathing the same air, feeling how the electricity crackling between them. Their eyes dropped to each other’s lips simultaneously, and before they both could realize it they moved toward each other. And their lips met in a passionate hungry kiss intensified by their anger, while their minds switched off, giving way to lust. Both intoxicated by the amount of alcohol they consumed and the blind fury they felt at that moment. Their kisses grew hungrier and rougher, meeting in a bruising kiss, their hands exploring each other bodies not able to break contact.

“Your or mine place,” panted Maeve, feeling the desire building inside her from the way his body was pressing her into the wall. Feeling his hardening member against her abdomen. She hooked her leg around his hip, his hand traveling up under her dress, along her thigh, toward her soaking center. She groaned when his fingers grazed the dampened material, dragging his finger over her panties.

“Yours,” groaned he, feeling how wet she was already, feeling how painfully hard he became. “I have a roommate,” mumbled he, cutting out anything, that she was about to say with the kiss. The mix of alcohol, lust, and anger clouded their minds and they stumbling went toward the exit, catching a taxi. He couldn’t make what address she gave to the driver, not even caring how far this place was from his. The only thing he cared at that moment was to get to the bed with this girl and fuck her senselessly, forgetting everything about his mother and the pain she caused to both her children. Not even caring, why this girl on his arms is willing to jump into the bed with a complete stranger.

It took them twenty-five minutes of the ride to get to Maeve’s place. All the way, they were on each other. Kissing, caressing and touching. Doing things, they would never do sober, with the person they just met. When they got to her place, he pulled her out of the car, lifting her so her legs were wrapped around his waist. Without even looking around they stumbled toward the house kissing hungrily. He pinned her against the front door, his kisses growing more impatient when she struggled to open the front door. His teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck biting her lightly eliciting a hoarse moan from her lips, before the door finally gave way, letting them in.

When inside he turned them around pressing her firmly to the opposite wall. His mouth moving along her neck and ear, the air between them crackling with electricity. Each lick and suck of his lips, each bite on her skin made her moan louder and more desperate, and he silenced them with his lips, crushing them on hers. Her legs tightened around his waist even more, bringing him closer to her, grinding against his throbbing member. He groaned stumbling toward the stair breaking their kiss just for a second, their eyes meeting, filled with something more than raw anger and lust they felt before. When he starts to speak his voice is husky and breathless, and his eyes burning deep into hers with an intensity she never knew existed.

“Where?” the only word he mastered to say, his hands rested under her ass, already halfway upstairs, taking two steps in the time. Their lips moving in unison, stumbling through the door into the room she pointed, shutting the door behind them with a loud thud.

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The Concert.

Eanrin dashed into Zui’s room at the Manufactory. He hastily unpacked his performance attire and snatched her, of course, modified steam iron.  He quickly smoothed out the wrinkles.  Her machines were always phenomenal.  Sitting in the quiet, he couldn’t believe he’d actually got his friends to accompany him to Ishgard.  And for one of his more important concerts, no less.  He finished and dashed to the Lalafell’s little restroom, pleased to note most of the buckets of snow had dried off his hair at least.

Changing into his concert attire, he then carefully placed his travel clothes near the fire to finish drying.  He was a little worried, not having seen any sign of the mini mechanic.  He’d so hoped she would be able to attend the concert as well.  Since it was Rayn and Mallo’s first visit to Ishgard, he’d hoped they would be able to further be welcomed by a friendly face.

As he finished adjusting the last of the lacings, he noted one of her best dresses hanging off her closet door.  Oh, thank goodness, he smiled to himself.  It looked like she certainly planned to attend. With a last once-over in the mirror, he dashed out the door and locked it.  Now he just had to collect his instruments.  And his friends!

With harp case and one of his flute cases hung off his back like an absurd dual wielding set, Eanrin held his other flute case and a violin case in either hand.  He skidded to a halt at the entrance to the Jeweled Crozier.  Mallo had changed into a stunning evening coat.  It complimented his fluffy white and gray hair quite well. He was applauding and gushing over a young Miqo’te woman in a beautiful dress.

Eanrin took a few steps only to stop again as his brain finally registered his little sister in all but name and blood.  She looked so beautiful and grown up!  They both did.  It took his breath.  Ten years away… it almost hurt to think how much of their lives he had missed.  He had no regrets about leaving Limsa.  But he did regret just leaving his friends behind like he did.

He slowly advanced, smiling.  Had the shop owner managed to put a little blush and makeup on Rayn or was it just her blushing?  “You guys look fantastic!”  He finally managed, somehow managing to adjust the straps of the shoulder cases with full hands.

He watched Mallo beam and Rayn blush.  “You look like you’re ready to attend a dance!”  He winked.  “Speaking of, we better get going.  Follow me!” He motioned for them to follow and headed for the Last Vigil.  “This concert is actually kind of a cotillion.  But it’s being thrown by the Durendaire High House which means all stops are out, so to speak!”  Eanrin explained excitedly.  “There will be fancy dresses and suits as far as the eye can see.  But!  There will also be the best food and drink their money can buy so please feel free to enjoy,” Eanrin winked.  As they reached their destination, he waved them over to a side entrance, where four people stood around assorted instrument cases.  “We get to use the staff entrance.  Much faster than the main.”  He grinned at them.  He’d noted their awed faces at the incredible bejeweled line that twisted and twined its way outside the manor house.

“There’s so many people.”  Rayn gasped. Mallo looked nervous.  Eanrin really hoped Zui would arrive soon.  He waved back when one of the musicians spied the group.  “It’s about time you got here, Eanrin!”  A small Miqo’te male grumpily called.

“We still have plenty of time, Kien!”  Eanrin laughed.  “If we followed your definition of ‘on time,’ we would’ve been here yesterday.”  Turning to Rayn and Mallo, his grin only widened. “Rayn and Mallo, these are my friends. We’ll be performing together this evening.”

A tall Elezen woman glanced curiously at the two accompanying Eanrin. “These are your guests this evening? Not the fawning floozie you usually bring?”  She grinned teasingly.  Rayn stiffened and muttered, “Floozie?” with equal bewilderment and insult in her manner. The Elezen smirked as she achieved her desired effect, while Eanrin poked her with an elbow.

“These are my childhood friends, as a matter of fact.”  He laughed, knowing his friend liked to tease.  “This enchanting lady is Giselle Valeroyant. She is a wonderful celloist in addition to being a bit of a provocateur.”  Eanrin smiled.  The woman bowed, and Eanrin gestured to a midlander female who was smiling and waving at the two new arrivals.

“This young lady is Merrin Mercer.  A better flautist you will never find.  Though some will argue that her voice is as beautiful as her playing.” He motioned to a tall Xaela standing next to a heavily laden cart.  “This gentleman is Ardent Kha.  I only met him a few years ago.  He can pound out amazing rhythms on his drums.  His real name isn’t Ardent, but he argues that no one can properly pronounce it, and Ardent adds to his mystique with the ladies.  He must not be wrong; he has quite a fan following.” Eanrin leaned towards his friends and said this last out of the corner of his mouth, still grinning.  The man raised a hand in greeting.

“Last but not least, we have Kien Lantek. Violinist extraordinaire; he’s a childhood prodigy and I’ve never heard the like when he really sets to fiddling.” The small Keeper bowed, smiling brightly to Rayn and Mallo before scowling back at Eanrin.

“Tiiiiiiiime.”  Kien growled. Then he hastily turned back to the two friends.  “Welcome! I truly hope you enjoy the concert.” He smiled genuinely.  All the musicians began moving over to a tall Elezen with a clip board.

“Coren!”  Eanrin called happily as he waved from Mallo and Rayn’s side.  “They put you in charge of this shindig?”  The Elezen smiled back and waved.  Eanrin gestured to both of his friends and Coren nodded, adding a notation.  “Go on in.” Eanrin gestured to his friends. “It’ll be a bit as we get set up. More people will mill in.  Best thing about arriving with the band is you get to be near the stage if you so desire.”  Eanrin winked, and headed off to follow behind Merrin, who paused for a moment, hopping on her toes before jogging over to Rayn and Mallo.  

“I’m so glad you came!  I’ve heard about you, you see.  I was in Eanrin’s old troupe in Gridania, and he used to talk about you all the time!” She gave each of them a quick hug and a peck on the cheek before running back and heading inside.

Mallo and Rayn exchanged glances.  “So… shall we?” Rayn managed with a smile.  Mallo still looked a bit nervous, but Rayn took his arm in hers and together they walked up to Coren, who waved them through.  They entered the door, to find it was only a gate to an amazingly decorated lawn!  Eanrin and company were mounting a stage and unpacking instruments.  The stage was flanked on all sides by an enormous dance floor.  And in a ring around the floor were arranged tables full of delicious smelling delicacies and glasses upon glasses filled with all sorts of beverages, as well as a few seating areas around small fires if a person desired a cozy nook.  Several people already milled around the stage with more flowing in with every minute.  

Discordant sounds flowed from the stage as Eanrin and Merrin played their flutes, helping Kien and Giselle last minute fine tune their instruments. Eanrin left Merrin to play tones alone so he could hastily tune his own violin.  Shortly after this, Lord Durendaire approached the stage, with his daughter and wife in tow.  Eanrin bowed deeply to the Lord and Ladies, and with a flourish, seemed to produce a rose in each hand, offering them to the pleased women.  The gaze he fixed on them, made them flush and the Lord clear his throat just a little.  While the two noble ladies giggled, Rayn frowned.  Before her brain could process much, the young Lady hopped over to a group of girls and they began giggling and squealing.  “And did you see his hair is white tonight?”  The young Lady exclaimed.  “That’s a new color, and he wore it to my cotillion first!”  She bounced. The girls were bouncing and laughing, and Rayn turned her attention away from the frivolity and back to the stage. Kien and Eanrin were sitting with their feet hanging off the edge, chatting gaily away with the nearest audience members and Lord Durendaire.

After about 20 minutes of this, Rayn flinched as Mallo’s grasp grew tighter and tighter and the floor became more and more full. She turned with concern to her friend, who was looking a little green.  It was just at this moment that a haunting note erupted from the stage.

Eanrin stood with his mother’s flute in hands, and the note dwindled and transitioned into what sounded like birdsong. After a few moments, the birdsong became a set of discordant notes that still made a beautiful song.  A piece right out of Doma would be recognized by anyone well-traveled.  Kien stood slowly and joined in with his violin.  A haunting melody that shortly blended into a happy little song with notes and a rhythm people from the west were more comfortable with.  Ardent and Giselle joined in.  The drums pounding a foot stomping rhythm and Giselle’s lower “voice” gliding across Eanrin and Kien’s notes.  At last the brilliant sound of the more traditional flute twisted and twirled around Eanrin’s flute music and just as quickly as the merry romp had formed, it stopped with a flourish and a bow from Eanrin.  

The audience erupted in applause as, now that attention was on the stage, Eanrin backed away and bowed to Lord Durendaire, who approached the front and welcomed everyone.  His speech carried on as Rayn and Mallo exchanged happy glances.  They’d never heard anything like that little bit of sound Eanrin and his friends had played.  And they found themselves wishing Lord Durendaire would soon surrender the stage.  A sentiment the man seemed to sense from the crowd in general, for he kept his address short and soon Eanrin was again taking center stage.  

“Welcome friends!”  Eanrin cried genially.  “This is Giselle, Merrin, Ardent, and Kien, and I am Eanrin.”  He bowed.  There were cheers for each musician, but it grew loudest at the end as all the players stood and bowed for the audience.  “It is our pleasure to be performing for you tonight.  So, without further ado, let’s get these feet pounding. Ardent?”  Eanrin pointed at his friend, who smiled and began pounding out a rhythm.  Eanrin and Kien stomped their feet for a moment before Eanrin began playing his tribal flute and Kien and Giselle joined him shortly on their strings.  Last, Merrin brought her flute to her lips, and the two flautists’ notes twined and twirled around each other, just like the musicians themselves.   When they got to the chorus, Ardent would add his deep voice to a couple of the notes, inspiring leads to dip their partners. With shouts of joy and laughter, couples all around Mallo and Rayn began dancing and twirling.  It was contagious, and before long, both Rayn and Mallo joined in, laughing along with everyone else.

A couple of songs in, Eanrin brought the tone down to a more formal dance at a look from Lord Durendaire, who wanted a dance with his wife.  As older couples happily commenced dancing, some of the younger ones joined in, though a little less willingly.  A lot headed off to get refreshments.  It was at this moment, that what Rayn thought was a small girl in a simple but elegant dress waded her way to the two friends standing awkwardly, swaying their arms to the music.

“Excuse me.  Pardon…” Her voice finally swam to Rayn’s ears before she finally reached them.  As the small girl glanced up, Rayn couldn’t help but notice with amusement that there seemed to be some grease smudges around what she could now see was a Lalafell’s nose and ears.  Dark, inky tattoos spiraled along her ear lobes and down the sides of her neck to meet at her collar bones.  She wore a small silver necklace that the tattoo chain seemed to only embellish. Her dress was a simple red bodice and black skirt over a cream-colored shift trimmed with lavender ribbon.  The corset and skirt were delicately embroidered in silver vines and flowers.  The Lalafell girl’s hair was a bone colored blonde; the tips were black.  A fashion choice?  Maybe it was to help with all those grease stains.  Her hair was gathered in a loose ponytail with a black ribbon and a silver filigree bird.  She raised her lavender eyes and made contact with the two Miqo’te.  

“Excuse me, would you be Rayn and Mallo?”  The Lalafell inquired, her eyes inquisitive.

“Umm, yes we are.”  Rayn answered, shocked.  Were they in trouble?  She watched as the Lalafell’s eyes brightened in triumph.

“I knew it!  It had to be you!”  She smiled happily.  “My name is Zui, and I’m a friend of Eanrin’s.  I had so wanted to meet you.  I’m so glad he was able to talk you into coming!”  Zui hopped in a small, happy circle.  

“It’s nice to meet you, Zui.”  Mallo smiled at the happy girl.  “I didn’t know Eanrin had any friends in Ishgard that would look for us.”

She laughed, “Well I am, and I am, and I did!  And I never miss a chance to hear Eanrin play.  Especially not with the other fab four!”

The slow dance ended, and Eanrin grinned at Kien, who picked seemed to prepare himself and his violin.  Eanrin reached down and grabbed his, screeching a set of cheeky notes.  Kien played a set of quick and complicated notes back.  Eanrin screeched, Kien trilled.  Eanrin’s answers lost their screeches and became quick little notes.  The melody was bright and had a rhythm that Ardent began to slowly pick out.  Giselle joined in, and then shortly Merrin.  It was a musical argument and at the same time a bright little dance.  Zui clapped and cheered, offering her hands to Rayn and Mallo and they danced in a circle for a bit.

After a few more dances, Zui giggled, a little breathless.  Some of her hair had fallen out, framing her face. Her stomach rumbled, and she blushed a little bit.  “I’m sorry… I had to work late at the manufactory and haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.”  She grinned ruefully.

“Is that why you still have a little grease here and there?”  Rayn asked, laughing.  

“Oh no!”  Zui moaned. “Did I miss some?  I left in such a hurry… I didn’t want to miss meeting you guys.”

“You should use some La Noscean Orange to help with that.  It’s what I use.   It never fails!”  Rayn declared brightly.

“I love La Noscean Orange!”  Zui nodded. “I use it all the time too.  It’s rare that I meet a girl who knows how to deal with grease!  Are you a machinist too?”  She asked excitedly.

As Rayn explained that she helped her crafter parents out when she grew up, Mallo wandered over to the refreshment tables.  Knowing Zui was famished, and feeling a bit hungry himself, he explored the tables, mouth watering, as he built a couple of plates and returned to the two girls still chattering on about oranges and ore types.  He held out one plate for him and Rayn to share, and handed down a plate to Zui, who clapped her hands, exclaiming.

“Oh!  Thank you Mallo, you have great taste!”  The Lalafell immediately set to devouring the treats.  “Soooo yummy!”

Rayn and Mallo shared a plate heaped high; Mallo taking note of the pastries and trying to guess what they used and how they made them.  “Apricot.” Mallo would declare.

“I’m thinking peach maybe.”  Rayn would reply.  They continued on in this manner.

The music stopped and Eanrin began playing on his hand harp.  It was a haunting melody, and most of the dancefloor moved to get drinks.  Some still danced.  “Beyond the final waters falling.  The song of spheres recalling.  Won’t…. you return to me?”  Eanrin sang. As the song continued, Kien and Giselle joined in with quiet singing.

As much as Mallo and Rayn were enjoying the concert, they still felt like they stood out.  Zui watched them, quietly.  When they finally expressed this, the Lalafell frowned.  “Don’t worry about all these partridges and peacocks and whether or not they’re staring.  Everyone has a right to be here.  And you haven’t just brightened Eanrin’s day by coming, you know.”  She gestured to the tables behind her.  A few of the vendors looked up, smiling brightly.  “Folks appreciate folks that appreciate what they appreciate!”  She quipped brightly. “I’m so thirsty!”  She made her way to a table and jumped a couple of times before Mallo caught up and handed one down to her.  “Thank you so much, Mallo!  Ishgard isn’t entirely Lalafell friendly.”  Zui giggled.  

They made their way back to the stage and Eanrin began another melody. There was instant applause and cheers as the crowd recognized this one and the Bard began to sing a song about a dragon and some farmers.

Rayn quickly realized what Eanrin was singing and she looked urgently at Mallo, who also seemed to be looking around for dragons.  “He can’t play that!”  Rayn started to panic, and she looked ready to storm the stage.  How could he?  Why would he play the song that got him cursed?  What if he got in trouble?!  She had to stop him.

With a hiss, Zui reached out and caught Rayn’s hand, tugging her back imploringly.  “No!  Stop, oh please do.  It’s okay… it’s one of his most popular and demanded songs.”  She said hastily.  “But I can see you know about what happened afterward.  I’m going to have to swat him on the head when I see him next.  I’m guessing he didn’t warn you that he’d perform it.”  She hissed.  “What a butthead.  You see, it wasn’t until after he nearly died that he really started gaining popularity. ‘The key to good showbusiness is to make the crowd feel like they’re participating in something dangerous even if they aren’t.’ “She mimicked Eanrin’s voice.  “They wanted to hear the song that got him in so much trouble, he broke one table and upset five more (along with all the occupants) as he sailed across the room, hit a wall with quite some force, and still survived.” She rolled her eyes yet had a grim set to her face.

Rayn shook her head.  She didn’t understand.  Why would he ever want to sing that song ever again?  She looked hopelessly at Mallo, who seemed just as perplexed.

The song soon ended, and after the applause and cheers faded, Earnin and company began playing a song that sounded exactly like the small ditty they had begun the concert with.  This time, they didn’t cut it short.  It was merry, it was riotous, and Eanrin and Merrin began dancing to the edge and selecting dance partners from the crowd.  They would pull the excited audience members onto the stage and twirl and dance for all to see.  Rayn frowned as Eanrin seemed to dance a little too close to most of his selected partners.  Swinging and twirling these girls so they were a whirl of sequins, lace, and joyous squeals; it was hard to tell where the girl ended and Eanrin began sometimes.

Zui whistled and laughed and clapped her hands to the beat as each dancer was selected.  The small girl glanced up at Rayn and Mallo.  Mallo was clapping and smiling, Rayn was frowning a bit, like a protective sibling.  Zui couldn’t help but smirk.  It was adorable after all.  And Eanrin played the crowd as well as any violin.  

The brightly grinning bard would gently help each breathless “victim” back down to the dance floor and then seemed to greatly relish the cries and waves of the nobles clamoring to get a chance to dance with the two performers. Merrin was twining her way around her leads, somehow managing to make them all look like professionals. Twisting her arm just so or following through with a sweeping step and flowing grace.

All too soon, Giselle, Kien, and Ardent brought the song to a close and there were equal cries of happiness and disappointment.  All five performers stood together, hand in hand, and bowed deeply to the audience.  The crowd cheered and cried while Zui shouted, “Encore!”  with quite a few others.  Merrin and Eanrin, trying to catch their breath, looked to the other three. They all nodded, and the crowd cheered as Giselle and Kien took center stage, singing a bright, encouraging love ballad, where the last verse was, “Until we meet again, farewell my dearest star, and shine ever brighter.”  Once Eanrin and Merrin could breathe, they joined their voices with the others.  As the song came to a close, Ardent added his deep bass to the final notes and they all waved farewell as silence took over, bowing once more.

As everyone finished their last dance, there was laughter, crying, hugging, and even some returned waves as the performers began packing away their instruments.  Lord Durendaire resumed center stage and thanked everyone for coming.  Welcoming any and all who wished to stay to enjoy the food, company, and some additional music for more dancing.

Zui turned brightly to Mallo and Rayn and hugged them each in turn.  Taking them by the hand, she slowly led them to the side and waded through the crowd to where Coren stood near a hedge.  He smiled and waved them into a small, secluded garden fire pit where the five exhausted performers mingled with only a few people. Giselle was drinking from one of the provided glasses while cuddled next to a younger Elezen child, who was gesturing wildly and waving a small handcrafted trifle in the air.  Mirren, wrapped snugly in a blanket and her hair up in a towel, was hugging a small boy and a taller man.  Ardent and Kien were collapsed in chairs laughing about something or other.   Eanrin was seated nearby scrubbing at his hair with a towel.  He looked up and his eyes brightened as Zui ran up and gave him a great big hug.  He laughed and spun her around, the towel hanging around his neck.  “Zui, you made it!  How’d you like the concert?”

“Amazing as always!”  She giggled through the air.  “You guys never fail a show.  Ever!” He hugged her once more and set her down and she immediately ran over and was embraced warmly by the rest of the musicians in turn.  She chattered on happily with them, remarking on everything from the concert to questions about the welfare of loved ones.

Eanrin set his eyes on his friends, they were one big question mark.  Well, the dull gray one said nothing, but the gold one may just have held a little bit of fear.  “Hey guys, you’re still in one piece.”  He smiled happily.  “I was hoping Zui would find you.  Did you enjoy the dance?”

Mallo nodded excitedly.  “You guys play amazing music!  I’ve never seen so many people dancing together in one place before.  So much glitter, and colors, and laughter!  And the food!  I have so many ideas!”  He continued on.  Eanrin caught Rayn’s gaze, and, though she nodded in agreement and clapped a couple of times as she laughed, she still managed to send him a searing gaze that said, “What was that?!”  and, “You’ve got some explaining to do!”  All at the same time.  Or at least, that’s what he guessed it said.  Grinning from ear to ear, he just joined in the laughter, dancing, and jesting of his friends and “family” as another set of musicians had taken the stage to provide bright background music for those who lingered.

#The Golden Embers #Rayn Atkascha #Eanrin Farthestshore #Mallo Ra'ri #Zuzui Zui

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Seeking Security - Naegiri Week 2017, Day 3

Happy Day 3 of Naegiri Week 2017!

The prompt for today is “Safe.” Be sure to click “Keep Reading” at the bottom, or follow one of the links below to see the whole story; this one ran longer than I intended.

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Sayaka Maizono was staring out the window of the Hope's Peak dining hall, looking over the plastic trees. "Pretty soon, these phony closed-in courtyards will be as close as we can get to the outside world," she said.

The entire 78th Class was seated around various tables in the dining hall - save for one Aoi Asahina. Even so, the room was largely quiet when she spoke, and the mood was somber.

Leon Kuwata was sitting in a chair pointed outward from one of round tables nearest the window. His attention quickly snapped to Sayaka when she spoke. "First off," he began, "We're still gonna be able to watch TV and use the 'net and that stuff." He tried to sound more confident as he continued, "And second, you don't know how long this thing will last. Maybe we'll go on lockdown and have to crack the school back open within a month — maybe even a week!"

Sayaka turned towards him and smiled sadly. "I kinda doubt it," she muttered.

Junko Enoshima was leaning on the back wall of the dining room, positioned just to the right of the board that was previously used to display each day's menu. Mukuro Ikusaba was standing near her sister as usual with her arms folded, apart from any wall or table, but Junko wasn't paying Mukuro any mind. Instead, Junko was filing her nails when she said, "Worried about somebody, Maizono-san?"

Sayaka turned and looked at her with some surprise. "Why would you ask me that?" she asked, her voice breathy.

Junko looked up at her and smiled. "You're staring out a fake window talking about wanting to see the outside world, which is basically a hellhole right now anyway, right? Seems like maybe you're thinking about some of the people who won't be as safe as us during this nastiness."

"Wow," Sayaka said. "Yeah, I was thinking about some people I was worried about." Her expression shifted from shock to a warm smile in an instant. "Are you psychic, Enoshima-san?!"

Junko raised a hand to her face, covering her mouth and nose as she leaned back dramatically. "Maybe I just have really good intuition," she said coolly.

"HA!" yelped Yasuhiro Hagakure, who was hanging out next to Leon. "That's funny 'cause you just said the thing that Maizono-chi always says when she-"

Celestia Ludenberg, over at the end of the longest table situated in the center of the room, lowered her teacup from her mouth. "That was the point of Enoshima-san's remark, Hagakure," she scolded Hiro. Hiro hung his head, facing down towards the surface of the table.

Junko looked at Hiro and Celestia with irritation. "Ignore them, Maizono-san," she said. Turning her attention back to Sayaka, she continued, "Why not tell about the people you're worried about? It'll probably help to get it out, right?"

Sayaka looked down at the floor. "Maybe... " she conceded.

Makoto Naegi was seated near the middle of the center table. He finally turned his attention to Sayaka and Junko. "You don't need to talk about anything you don't feel comfortable with," he advised Sayaka. "We all know this is... it's a tough time."

His neighbor was Kyoko Kirigiri. She was sitting down to Naegi's right as she reviewed some notes in the Kirigiri Case Notebook. She'd been researching what they knew about the tragedy that had rapidly engulfed the world in an attempt to understand how it had spread so quickly and was only faintly following the conversation in the room. However, the sound of Makoto's voice finally shook her from her focus. There he goes again, she mused. Always quick to offer sympathy and support.

As Makoto finished speaking, Aoi Asahina walked into the room. "I'm all done with my video record," she announced. "Ishimaru? The headmaster wants to record your acceptance next."

"Understood!" Kiyotaka said firmly. He stood up from one of the smaller round tables, where Mondo Owada gave him a thumbs-up as Taka headed out the door. Hina passed by him on her way to another one of the round tables. She took her seat next to Sakura Ogami, who put one of her large hands on Hina's shoulder sympathetically.

"Okay everyone," Sayaka announced, clearing her throat. "It's like Enoshima-san said... I was thinking about the people I'm leaving behind."

Makoto stood up and adjusted his position, turning to sit down on the table itself. Kyoko looked over from her notebook when his butt came down beside her hands on the table. She stared at it for a few seconds, silently admiring how his jeans hugged his thighs and rear until she forced herself to turn back to her notes. Hormones are the enemy of an alert and productive mind, she reminded herself. I wish dad had invested some of Hope's Peaks resources into finding ways to control invasive biological urges...

"We're all thinking about them," Makoto said to Sayaka while remaining oblivious of Kyoko's attentions. "But all of us who have families waiting for us have talked to them and gotten their support. Heck, my family was shocked that I would ever not want to take this opportunity."

"It's not just my family," Sayaka told him. "The ones I'm most worried about are the other members of my group. We all worked so hard to succeed. We made our careers together, ever since we were kids, and I just want all of them to be okay." Sayaka lifted her hand to her mouth and put one finger against her lower lip, looking up towards the ceiling. "Ummm, especially Haneyama-san. She's always been my best friend from our idol group, but she lacks a lot of the confidence that put the rest of us up-front on the stage. I hope she's gonna be okay."

Junko laughed a little. "Girl, you have nothing to worry about," she said. "My agent was already planning to squirrel my butt away in some safe house before he heard about Hope's Peak's lockdown plan. I'm sure the reps for your group have similar plans. They're gonna wanna keep their stars shining as inspiration for the world and all that."

Sayaka smiled at Junko. "I'm sure you're right," she said brightly. "Thank you for that, Enoshima-san!"

Junko smiled so brightly that she squinted. "No big!"" she said. "Maybe we should all share the people we're most worried about, yeah?" She looked out across the dining hall and spoke up loudly as she continued, "This is an awesome opportunity, peeps! We can let out the fears we all have about the people stuck outside of this school, and grow even closer as a class in the process." She grinned a big, toothy grin and threw her arms wide as she shouted, "So c'mon, people! Let's give it everything we've got! Iiiiit's bonding tiiiiiiiime!"

Kyoko placed the notebook on the table and turned her head to Junko, frowning as she did so. Typical of Enoshima, she thought with irritation. Ever eager to stick her nose into other people's business.

Hifumi Yamada adjusted his glasses and chortled a bit. "Our Enoshima-dono has such stirringly dramatic flair!" he enthused. "You should become a narrator on an anime someday."

"Shit," Mondo groused. He leaned back in his chair and swung his feet up onto the surface of the table in front of him. "If we're really doin' this, who's gotta kick it off? I mean, I'm not sayin' it's not an okay idea. I'm just sure as hell not goin' first," he grumbled.

"Maizono-san already went first," Sakura pointed out from two tables over. "Just because Enoshima-san hadn't yet announced the idea that we can all share our concerns for others doesn't mean her admission doesn't still count."

"Whatever - I'm not going fuckin' second, either!" Mondo shot back. He turned and looked over the room with a scowl until his eyes locked on Byakuya Togami seated at a table by himself in the far corner. "Hey, why not do an easy one next?" he offered, his expression brightening. "Let's make the poor little rich boy tell us about all the nobody he's worried about."

Byakuya was reading a book in the corner, doing his level best to ignore the fact that Toko Fukawa was staring at him at the adjoining table. He didn't bother to look up as he fired back, "I never agreed to participate in the fashion model's latest farce."

With little more than a tiny smirk on her face, Kyoko laughed inwardly at the way Byakuya managed to make "fashion model" sound like an insult. That short distraction left her unprepared when Makoto opted to speak up with surprising authority in his voice. "No one is pressuring anybody to talk about their loved ones," Makoto said. "If you want to talk, I think that's great. But no one's gonna make anyone open up." Kyoko sneaked an admiring look at Makoto's face when he finished, and she couldn't help but smile a little. She allowed herself another quick glance at the curvature of his butt before she picked up her notebook and attempted to return to her intended task.

Hiro, who was still looking downward at the table in front of him, swallowed so hard that many of the people around him actually could hear it. "Okay... sure," he began, speaking haltingly. "I'd kinda like to talk next. 'Cause I'm just... well, I'm super worried about my mom," Hiro told the room. "She's always been there for me. She's like, the most important person in my life, and-"

"Hagakure-kun is a mama's boy!" Junko interrupted, momentarily gleeful. Her face fell as soon as she finished, though. "Actually, that may be kinda cute, but it's also pretty predictable. Couldn't you have picked, like, a fortune-telling mentor some crap like that?" She let out an exaggerated, overwrought sigh. "Going with the parent is just so obvious and boring."

"He-hey!" Hiro cried. He shot upright and pointed an angry finger at Junko. "You didn't set up any rules beforehand! And my mom is not boring!"

"Whatever," Junko said, rolling her eyes. "Fine. Let the record show that Hagakure loves his mom and blah blah blah."

"Stop it," Makoto said sternly.

Kyoko's attention was once again diverted to Makoto. Mukuro also spun to look at Makoto, her eyes wide with either shock or fear — it was difficult to say. Junko's own face looked just a bit taken aback. "What now?" Junko asked.

After taking a deep breath, Makoto answered her. "Listen, Enoshima-san," he said calmly. "I know you're stressed out about this. We all are. And I trust that your intentions are good by trying to have us open up to each other. But that doesn't mean you can take your stress out on us while we do it by... by insulting us while we bare our souls. That's just going to make things worse for everyone here — and it's going to make people resent you." He pushed off from the table and stood upright. "You want us to bond more? Start by not being cruel about it."

Kyoko smiled reflexively. He can get rather intense at times, she thought. Very admirably so. He doesn't tolerate unfairness or injustice... it's hard to not be attracted to that.

Further down the table, Hifumi Yamada pumped a fist in the air "Incredible protagonist speech, Naegi-dono!" he cheered.

"Well damn," Junko said with a giggle. "I didn't realize you could get so commanding, Naegi-kun." She smiled at him, letting her eyes droop to a half-lidded stare. "Fine," she acquiesced. "I'll concede that I got a bit harsh. My bad; I'll try to tamp down the sarcasm."

"Yeah! G-good!" Hiro said, still sounding a bit rattled.

Makoto smiled and nodded to Junko in appreciation. "Thanks," he told her. "I just... um, sorry if that was... I mean, Ishimaru-kun wasn't here to make that kind of speech, so I tried to do what I think he would've done," he said softly, casting his eyes down to the floor. He ran one hand nervously through his head of hair before he sat back down on the table with an uncomfortable chuckle.

Junko cocked an eyebrow at him in a way that made him wonder what she was thinking. With that, she looked to Hifumi. "Well, since you liked Naegi-kun's speech so much, Yamada-kun, would you like to go next?"

Hifumi rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmmm... " he hummed. "And you, who has not always been kind in regards to my talents and hobbies? What assurance can you give me that I shan't be mocked for my weaknesses, m'lady?"

As Junko attempted to debate Hifumi, Kyoko leaned towards Makoto. "I think you did very well," she said softly with a gentle smile on her face. Makoto turned to his side and looked down at her when he heard the remark. "However," Kyoko continued, "If your intent was to sound like Ishimaru-kun, I must confess that to my ears, you failed."

Makoto's eyes widened as the corners of his mouth simultaneously turned down. "What do you mean?" he said back.

She looked him in the eyes and said, "As far as I could tell, you sounded like Makoto Naegi."

He looked genuinely shocked by the compliment. "Re-really?" He blurted. He leaned forward, averting his eyes as he whispered. "I mean, well, of course I sound like me, but... you don't think I sound kinda dumb when I get all gung-ho like that?"

"I think you sounded like the exact opposite of 'dumb,'" she whispered back with more than a hint of unintended affection. She felt her chest flutter a bit, and something in the back of her mind screamed at her: Don't betray your emotions. Don't expose yourself to vulnerability. Not again.

Before she could give into her feelings any further, she slid her chair from the table and stood up, turning to face Junko. "I have a suggestion," Kyoko stated, interrupting the model's appeal to Hifumi. "Why not tell us whom you are worried about, Enoshima-san? I think such a gesture would be the ideal way to kick off your 'bonding time' activity."

Junko shrugged. "Sure, why not?" She winked at Kyoko before tacking on, "And in exchange, you get to go next! I know you like to keep your feelings on the D-L, but I'll show you mine if you show me yours!" Junko smiled her huge smile, her eyes widening as she did so. "A fair deal, n'est-ce pas?"

Kyoko folded her arms, already exasperated with Junko's antics by now. "I suppose it is," she conceded. "Provided that you go first."

Junko wrapped her arms around herself as though she were embracing her favorite person and closed her eyes, smiling so hard that she started to blush. "The truth is that I've got it better than most!" she enthused. She turned and looked at Mukuro, then opened her arms as though preparing to hug the air before her. "The most important person in my world is my big sis, and she's gonna be right here with me for this whole boring lockdown!" Mukuro smiled back and blushed happily as Junko immediately turned away and looked towards the false window. She curled the end of one ponytail around her finger, and spoke wistfully as she explained, "There is something I've been doing with my spare time, though. Something you all probably don't know about. Something that... well, honestly? You might be a teensy bit surprised by it."

Leon leaned forward in his seat. "Are we supposed to guess?"

Junko half-smiled at Leon and giggled. She put her hands on her hips, suddenly speaking haughtily as she declared, "You shan't be able to guess in even one hundred tries! Nay, not even a thousand!" Dropping her hands, she looked at the floor and resumed her previous tone of voice. "So, y'know, I'll just tell ya straight up," she said, instantly depressed. "I've been kinda getting to know the class of 77-B a whole lot over the past few months. Even though I'm the underclassman, they've really gotten interested in learning about how I deal with this big, ugly world. I mean, I do see some pretty messed-up stuff in my line of work, so I guess it makes some kinda sense they'd want to know how I cope, I guess?"

Kyoko frowned only slightly, unsure if whether this was one of Junko's jokes. There didn't seem to be a clear patch to a punchline, though. "I suppose it does," Kyoko answered her. "It explains why you've gone missing for extended periods during the past semester," There's something else, she sensed as she watched the blonde's expression. Something she's not telling us. What would be the point of lying about this though? Perhaps just to serve another one of her bizarre jokes or group activities... ?

Junko's face lifted a little, taking on a satisfied, pleasant look "Yeah, I've hung out with them a lot lately," she concluded. "We've gotten pretty tight. I want them to secure their futures as soon as possible," she told the room. "And I want them to take all necessary precautions as they do it."

Sayaka lifted her left hand to her mouth as she gazed on Junko now. "That is surprising, Enoshima-san," she said shyly. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I didn't know you had that kind of interest inside you."

Junko waved Sayaka's concern away. "No offense taken," she promised the young idol. "I try to keep how much I care about stuff buried deep inside sometimes. I mean, if I'm going to be real, I should tell you that there are some other people I love a lot, too." Spinning to face the entire room, Junko spread her arms wide and announced, "It's you, my classmates!" She rocked back and forth eagerly as she said, "I know I tease you all a lot, but I haven't had a family for years now... " She looked down and quietly claimed, "You guys are like, the next closest thing."

Chihiro Fujisaki clapped his hands together and began to tear up. "Th-that's... that's incredibly sweet of you, Enoshima-san!"

"I agree," Makoto told her, beaming.

"Extremely kind, Enoshima-san," Sakura followed. "And I believe most of us would agree with that same sentiment."

Junko soaked in the praise for a bit before turning her attention to Kyoko. "Well, detective girl?" she pressed. "Are you okay to go next?"

Kyoko had her hand to her chin when Junko asked. From there she paused and looked around the room slowly. "I am," Kyoko finally confirmed." With just the hint of a smile, she told the group, "My situation is surprisingly similar to Enoshima-san's," she told everyone. "There's just one person left on the outside of this school that I'm concerned about - my grandfather, who raised me and taught me how to become a true Kirigiri detective. He means very much to me, but in truth, I'm not that worried about him. I know he can handle himself."

"So... how's that similar to Enoshima-san?" Hina asked from her own table.

Kyoko pivoted towards Hina. "Because just like her, most of the people I care about are going to be safely locked within these walls."

"You mean like your father?" Makoto asked.

Kyoko rotated her head before spinning her body to face Makoto completely. Part of her wanted to explain everything right there — to tell him exactly who she was thinking of when she mentioned 'people.' It's you, she thought. Who made me start to come out of my shell when I first arrived. Who I've gotten to befriend and know so well over the past year. The one who brings down my walls and makes me feel like it's safe for me to open up again. You blind idiot... of course I mean you.

Instead, she just told him — and the others, too, but she mostly seemed to be speaking directly to Makoto — "Yes, that's one example." She hesitated a second before adding, "Along with my wonderful classmates and friends, of course."

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Draecember-Winter Veil Celebrations

This is a day late, but what the heck?  Also, the first one that I’m not actually following one of the prompts on as the original post said we could make up our own!  And what better for a day like this than some light fluffy fun and inebriation?

As always, special thanks to @mittensmcedgelord​ for letting me borrow some of their own WoW cast for this piece, even if it’s mostly just cameos.  Also, for the insane version of the carol that is sung in it.

-Previous Pieces:  Letter, Losing Someone, Memory and Dimensional Ship, Discovery, On a Mission, Feeling Left out and Facing a Fear, Working with The Horde, Family, Reunion With a Loved One, Relaxing,  Facing a Fear and Overcoming an Obstacle, Corruption and Regret  -

“I hate you so much right now,” Onyxien grumbled.

 “Well, you volunteered for this, so whose fault is that?” Vylia countered.  She carefully adjusted the strap for the single long fake horn that was now on the netherdrake’s head.  

 He reached up with a claw to tug at the horn, pulling it onto the side of his head.  Vylia quickly corrected it.  “I didn’t expect you to dress me up in a way that makes me look like the unholy offspring of a fel mutant and a talbuk.”

 “That’s for the part though!”  She smiled at him as she finished.  “Now quit clawing at the horn.”  The drake merely groaned and dug his claws into the stones of the Lower City of Shattrath. “So, what about your lines?”

 “Uhh…”

 “You did look at the script the matron gave us, did you?”

 “It may have…”

 “Onyxien…”  She folded her arms and looked down at him as he turned away slightly.

 “Hey, I can’t shift like some of my brethren,” he reminded her.  “Claws like this weren’t made for turning pages!”

 She sighed, running a hand through her hair.  “Alright, I’ll go get another copy from her then.  Maybe Ryant and the others will have finished some of the stage too.”

 “Hope the kids appreciate all the effort we went through too to get them actual snow and not just that conjured crap the Aldor and Scryers have thrown around here and there.”

 She smiled a little remembering some of the sights since they’d arrived again in Shattrath.  It’d only been a couple months since their raid on the Dragonmaw Fortress, but it had been a long few.  Everyone was looking forward to a little rest it seemed, even though everyone knew just what was on the horizon.  “They already do,” Vylia told him.  “I saw some of them having a snowball fight earlier.  And the orc boy and draenei girl made this snowman that looked like a two-headed ogre.  They called it Gol’Ragg.”

 That got a small chuckle out of Onyxien.  “Oh, good old Gol’Ragg.  He gave me and my clutchmates fresh ravager flesh whenever we dropped by.  And cookies.”

 “You know him?”

 “Yep.  He’d argue with himself over if he should give us any, but we all knew it was an act.  He’d always give us things from his shop.”  

 Vylia chuckled a little at the image in her head of several netherwing whelps pestering an ogre as he argued with himself over giving them scraps of meat.  “Alright.  Well, I’m gonna get us the script copy and see what the others are up to.”  She turned to go back into the old ruined building that was being used for the party.

 “Can I take this horn off at least?”

 She turned as she’d reached the doorway.  “Go show the kids.  They’ll love it!”

Inside, there were some locals, but she easily spotted members of The Dirty Dozen at work or taking breaks.  Guldel sat in red winter clothes that barely fit him at the bar next to the large bowl of egg nog.  Beldak, one of the orcs, was next to him.  At one of the tables the death knights Arran and Vylia’s sister, Seliira, sat playing a game of hearthstone, using coins as counters.  Chou was followed by a group of children as she walked past with a tray of cookies, stopping only to hand them out and warning them that they were still hot.  In the rafters was a massive snake, sliding about with holly behind it, carefully fixing it as he went.  For a moment, it shifted and changed with a flicker of magic into the troll Lor’raj to dangle over Guldel and Beldak with mistletoe in his hand.  The orc grabbed a fish off the bar and pressed its lips to the troll’s. Guldel laughed at the absurdity before Lor’raj fell from the ceiling into the tauren’s lap.  Beldak began to laugh in response as Vylia passed them.

 “On the twelth day of Winter Veil the Legion gave to meeeeeeeeeee!” an operatic voice sang. Vylia turned around to see the group’s warlock, Faelthos.  The former scryer took a long drink from his mug.  “Twelve heroes fleeing!  Eleven goblin cannons!  Ten orcs a-screaming!  Nine dreadlords scheming!”  Vylia had to laugh a little at the drunk blood elf as he belched far louder than she’d have thought possible.  “Eight mutant drakes!  Seven hellish portals!  Six Blackrock cultists!”  He took a deep breath and another drink.  “Fiiiiiiiiiiive tiiiiiiiime paradoxesssssssssssssss!”

 She turned away from him and headed towards the back, stopping only to glance at the game as Arran slid a box over to Seliira.  “Hey, you two seen the matron?” she asked quickly.

 “Nope,” her sister replied.

 “Think she was talking to Vad about something,” Arran replied as he dropped another minion on the board followed by a spell.  He grabbed a couple silvers from his wallet and dropped them on top of the minion to signify a buff.

 “Ugh, well played,” Seliira admitted, seeing the move.  She drew another card from her deck and grinned.

 “Uh-oh, I know that look.”

 “Alright, thanks,” Vylia said.  She turned from them as her sister played another card, eliciting a groan from Arran.

 “Four night elf hunters! Three dancing draenei!” Fael continued as Guldel pulled the bowl of egg nog away from him.  “Two trolling trolls…  And a demon lord named Saaaaaammmyyyyyyyy!”

 She pushed the door to the back rooms open, finding Vadralis talking briefly with Kagh’Gosh.  The orc gave a single grunt and hefted a massive bag before heading back into one of the other ones.  The night elf sighed as he folded his arms and reached up to rub his forehead.  He leaned back until he was against the wall.

 “Hey,” Vylia said, approaching him.  “Tired?”

 He turned his head towards her.  “Yeah, actually,” he said.  “Had some trouble sleeping recently.”

 “Mmm?”

 “Yeah.”  Vadralis looked away then, down on the floor. “Think some of it is still getting into the swing of all this.  Having trouble remembering some of the things I did.  And some trouble with hitting a target with my knives.”

 “I’m sorry I couldn’t get you out.”  She moved next to him, slipping a hand on his shoulder.

 “You didn’t know.  I thought I was a goner in that blast too.”

 “Yeah…”  Vylia bowed her head a little then.  She’d still not told him of the couple days she’d spent trying to get back there to see if she could find proof he was dead or alive.    “Yeah, I know.”

 “Not the first time I’ve been captured.  Though I didn’t even know humans existed last time it happened.”

 She had to laugh slightly at it.  

 “I’ll bounce back. Just might take some time.”    He looked up at her then, eyes resting on her hand for a moment.  “Glad you didn’t forget about me though.”

 “How could I have?  I…”  She almost added to her thoughts, but kept from doing so, though it was a bit of a relief to see a small smile on his lips.  There was silence between them as they heard Fael out in the main room begin another song.  It sounded like Chou had joined him as well in singing.

  “Nice to have a Winter Veil party again,” he said finally.

 “Yeah,” Vylia agreed. “It’s Sel’s first too.  Nice to have family with me for once on one of these events.”  She almost let go of his shoulder, but noticing how he moved just a little closer made her keep her hand there.  “Any word from your sisters since we got you out?”

 “Got them a message from one of the Shattered Sun vets on his way back to Stormwind.  And just the other day I got a letter from one of them. Frankly relieved I was alive.  Kept telling her husband that I was too damn stubborn to die.”  They both laughed a little at it.  “The other one named her newborn son after me thinking I’d died in the line of duty about a month ago.  She’s probably heard the news now too.”  He smiled sadly a little, his eyes tearing slightly.  “Kinda wish I could go back and see them.  But we’ve got a lot to do here.”  He reached up then and slipped his fingers between hers.  “And I’m glad that I get to spend it free and with someone important to me.”

 “Vad…”  She bowed her head just a little as their eyes met and her lips curled into a soft smile.  “Thank you. This’ll be one to remember.  I’ll make sure of it.”

 “I’m sure it will be already.”  He smirked at her.  “Even if only because Onyxien is participating in a play of How The Greench Stole Winter Veil for the orphanage.  And Beldak spiking the egg nog because it was ‘too weak’ by his standards.”

 She snickered a bit at how the netherdrake would look with the horn she’d spent nearly twenty minutes fussing with and the ridiculous red nose they still had to put on his snout. “Yeah.  Hey, speaking of which.  Have you seen Matron Mercy?  Onyxien shredded the script she gave us with his claws.”

 Vadralis shook his head. “Last I saw she put her husband in charge of watching over the place while she went to get something from one of the Skettis Outcasts.  Think it’s for the feast that’s planned.”

 “Aaah.  Guess we’ll get it later then.”   She let go of his shoulder then and he unlaced his fingers from hers.  “So, while we wait then, wanna get a drink?  Before Fael has it all?”

 “Heh.  Yeah.”  They started back to the door, sound of singing growing louder.  Fael and Chou were standing on top of the bar now, arm in arm and singing carols in panderan while they each had drinks in their free hands. Beldak was laughing as he watched the two dance slightly even.  The goblins Kikri and Ryant were standing on a table chatting excitedly about some device they’d come up with while Seliira was unwrapping the box that Arran had given her earlier.  Neither saw what it was, but she practically jumped across the table startling the other death knight as they landed on the ground as she made a squeal of delight. And at the bar, Guldel merely grabbed the entire bowl of egg nog and put it to his lips after a long sigh.

  “I know I’ve only been here a few months,” Vadralis started, “but is this kind of…  Insanity normal?”

 “Oh, this is actually kinda tame,” Vylia admitted.  Something then dangled right in front of her face.  She waved a hand away and it was pulled out of reach.  Looking up was Lor’raj, in his snake shape in the rafters, dropping the mistletoe out of his mouth before slithering away.

 “And I see Lor is still pestering people with the mistletoe…”  He sighed. “No wonder Guldel is drinking like a naga.”

 Vylia laughed a little, biting her lower lip as he looked back at her.  She thought briefly about it, but ultimately decided there’d be no harm. Besides, the troll had been dangling it all night over people.  “Eh, what the hell?”  Her hands slipped onto Vadralis’ face and she gave him a soft kiss on the lips.  To her joy, he returned her affection before a loud crash grabbed their attention and they both turned back to the holiday mayhem.

#draecember #draecember2017 #Warcraft #Draenei #fanfic #Vylia #Vadralis #Seliira

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“It’s gone...all gone...” - Batsis (Reader) x Batfamily

Summary : Batsis is EXTREMELY FRUSTRATED after she accidentally erase from her computer the entirety of the novel she has been working hard on for the past three years... 

Because I’m actually very frustrated with myself right now , and thought that the best solution was to turn all that frustration into a story, and sorry if it’s pretty bad, it’s literally something I just came up with, and wrote in twenty minutes, because I was so damn frustrated, and here it is : 

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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-TIIIIIIIIM !! TIIIIIIIIIIIIM !! HELP ME PLEASE COME FAAAAST !!!!!!!! 

Your screams of panic wakes your brother up from a good nap he was having, and he runs to your bedroom as fast as he can, almost falling down stairs, slipping on the wooden floor in his socks. He burst into your room, ready to fight, and finds you sat at your desk, shaking your computer desperately. 

-Timmy, please do something, I just did something, don’t ask me what I don’t even know it just kinda happened, I pushed some fucking keys on my computer, and my novel just disappeared ! 

He stares at you for a few seconds, a bit in disbelief, before finally answering :

-...Wait, that’s your emergency ? Are you kidding me (Y/N)? 

-Au contraire mon frère, I’m super serious ! My novel alright ?! I’ve been working on it for the past three years, I was almost done !! IT CAN’T BE ALL GONE ALRIGHT !?

As you said those last words, you stood up and grabbed your brother by the collar of his shirt. Realizing what you just did, you let go of him, and straighten him a bit, forcing a smile on your face. 

-Can you, please, my dear and adorable little brother, check my computer to see if it can be retrieved ? 

Tim was a little stunned, he never saw you like that before. It was pretty much the exact opposite in fact, you were known to be the calmest and more collected of the batkids. You usually were the one calming them down...In that sense, you were a lot like your father. So seeing you being so...hysterical, was a bit unsettling. 

-Ok calm down, we can probably retrieve your file. Most files can be recovered from computers. Hell, remember when I got some back from the bat computer after it’d been completely torched down ?

-Yes, I’m hoping for another one of your miracle here. Don’t disappoint bro’. 

-I won’t. 

And on that note, Tim cracked his knuckles and went to work. 

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About four hours later :

-I’m sorry (Y/N) I can't get the file back...

-...What ? Of course you can little genius !

-I really can’t though...I have no idea what you did but there is no trace on this computer, or on your google drive or anything, absolutely not one little trace, of your novel. It’s like it simply disappeared...

-No, shut up Tim. I don’t wanna hear it. 

-I’m so sorry (Y/N), I really tried...I guess I...Disappointed you then uh ? 

You look at your brother for a few seconds, and the way he’s avoiding your gaze makes you feel bad. You couldn’t be mad at him, especially when he tried to help you for hours. 

-Of course not Tim, if it’s anyone’s fault it’s mine...I’m the one that erased everything. 

-And you don’t have any back-up ?

-...No. Nada. I know, I’m a complete idiot. 

-Yeah maybe a bit. 

You glare at him, but you know he’s right. With a sigh, you look at your computer sadly and caress lightly the keyboard. 

-Gone Tim, it’s all gone...Three years of work...poof, gone forever because I’m a clumsy stupid ass...

Your brother open his arms, and you almost jump into them. A good hug, that’s what you needed.

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You decided that eating an entire tub of ice cream was also totally what you needed. You were mourning your novel in the kitchen when Alfred entered with Dick. Brooding was not something you inherited from your father, and you could see a surprised expression being slowly painted on their face as they realized you were.

-What is it little sis ? 

-Yes lady (Y/N), I haven’t seen you eat an entire tub of ice cream while sulking since Firefly got cancelled. 

-Oh God Alfred, don’t re-open old wounds on top of the new ones ! 

Your brother and butler couldn’t hold the slight smile growing on their lips at your dramatic way of saying those few words. As you shove a spoon full of ice cream in your mouth, you say : 

-I ‘ost ‘ll my ‘ovel.

-...What ? 

You swallow, and, sighting over dramatically, you say : 

-I lost my novel. 

-Which novel lady (Y/N) ? You leave books all around the house, it’s probably not lost, just...misplaced. 

-No, not one of my book, my book !

-Are you drunk ? 

-No Dick, I’m not drunk. The novel I was working on, it’s gone. I deleted it by accident from my computer, and there’s nothing I can do to retrieve it...

-Did you ask Tim ?

-Who do you think I am ? Of course I asked Tim ! He’s the first one I called...

-And you didn’t back it up ?

-No Dick, I didn’t back it up...

-That’s kind of stupid. 

-Yes -you say between clenched teeth- I know. 

-Sincere condolences then. 

You glare at your brother, and throw a spoon full of ice cream at his face, hitting him right on the eye. 

-Hey ! 

-That’s for rubbing it in ! 

And on that note, you leave the kitchen. With the tub of ice cream. 

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You knew you were being kind of a bitch about the all thing, and you knew that there was worst things in the world...but you were just so bummed out about it. You worked so hard on that novel. You spent hours and hours, during your very few free time (between school and your night patrol, you rarely had time to yourself). It wasn’t helping that you were almost done with it either...You were sitting in one huge comfy armchair in the library, still sulking, when Damian came in. 

-Hello sister. 

You don’t answer, and that ticks his curiosity. It’s not like you to be impolite. On the contrary, you annoyed him enough with it that it surprised him greatly that you didn’t respond to him.

-Is there something wrong ? 

-YesIlostmynovel.

You mumble. Fast. And of course, he doesn’t understand. What he does understand though, is that you’re not feeling well, and he doesn’t want to make you repeat what you said because the last things he wishes for is to upset you more. 

-Well that’s...dreadful !

-Right ?! Seems like you’re the only one who gets it little brother. 

-I’m often the only one who gets you...I’m blaming the blood we share. 

-Well the blood we share doesn’t help us understanding dad so...

-Oh yeah...right...Bummer though, about what’s happening to you. 

-Thank you Damian, you’re really cute. 

You know he doesn’t even know what you’re talking about, but it’s true that he’s really cute. He’s trying so hard to be helpful and nice...It’s a nice change of pace. You guys used to not get along at all (here’s the fic about it if you wanna know more : “true blood son...and daughter”), but things evolved between you, and every time he was trying to be a good brother your heart melted. 

So even though he had absolutely no idea why you were upset, he still wanted to be there for you. Awkwardly, he took one of your hand and kissed the back of it. You smiled at him, and pulled him into a hug that made him scream bloody murder ! 

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It was night when Jason came home, and found you in the living room, sitting in a corner, in the dark. He didn’t need to think much about it to know that you weren’t alright. 

-Hey little sis’, what’s wrong ? Do I have to kick a guy’s ass for you ? 

He turns the lights on and you can’t help but smile. He comes to sit next to you, and wrap an arm around your shoulder. 

-No, it’s not that. 

-Of course it’s not, you don’t need me to kick guys’ asses. 

You chuckle lightly, but it’s such a small noise compared to your usual extravagant laugh. 

-Ok, what’s wrong ? 

-I accidentally deleted years of writing work from my computer. Yes I asked Tim to take a look, he couldn’t do anything. So it’s lost forever. Years of work Jason, years. I’m so frustrated with myself right now. 

-Wow...Maybe you should go kick some guys’ asses, good stress relief. 

You give him only a half-smile, and damn you looked a lot like Bruce sometimes. This particular type of smile was very Wayne like...

-What can I do to cheer you up lil sis ? 

-I’m afraid nothing Jay. I’ll be fine, you know it’s just...writing. It’s not someone dying or something terrible like that. I just lost some work. I can re-write things, I guess. It’s just...It’s just...

-Don’t explain yourself (Y/N), you’re allowed to be upset. You worked a lot on it. I saw you often typing away on your computer. I’m surprised you lost everything though...

-What, why ? 

-Well, if there’s another character trait you share with our father, you inherited from him, it’s your obsession of making plans for everything. So I’m just very surprised that you didn’t...

-Back things up I know. Oh god I’m so annoyed at myself !! And a bit at you guys for constantly reminding me how dumb I am for not backing my work up... I’m just so dumb you know ? 

-Come on, you’re not. At least you just learned a very important lesson. Back things up little one. Because when you don’t back your stories up, you lost them, and if you lose them, it’s forever, and forever means...

-Ok, shut up now. I get it. 

He laughs and squeeze you a bit tighter. Your brothers are so damn nice...but you still feel so frustrated about your lost novel ! You just can’t help it. 

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It was time for the nightly patrol, and you were putting your suit on angrily, mumbling lowly words only you could hear. Of course, your behavior didn’t escape your father’s eyes. And the question you did NOT want him to ask you surely arrived : 

-What is it (Y/N) ? 

His voice was soft, as he clearly could see you were quite upset. But you didn’t want to talk to him, you knew he wasn’t going to understand and think your behavior was childish. But you also knew he wouldn’t let it go until he got an answer, so you gave it to him : 

-No big deal, I just lost three years of work on my novel. The idiot I am erased the all thing by accident.

His reaction surprises you, he pulls you into a hug, and ruffle your hair lovingly. 

-Oh my little (Y/N). I’m sorry. I know what that novel meant to you. 

-...You...You do ?

Your father turns around to make sure it’s only you and him, and sure enough, you’re brothers are too busy arguing about who’s the best at throwing batarangs to notice what you guys are doing. He bents down a bit, almost kneeling in front of you (as you were your mother’s size, and he was a damn giant). 

-Of course I do honey. I might...I might not always know how to...You know...

-Use words ? 

-Yes. That. Use words to explain how I feel. I don’t know how to talk to any of you most of the time. But I do know I love every single one of you brats. And I pay more attention to things that you think.

-Is that so ? 

-Yes. I know how many hours you spent writing this novel. I know how excited you were that you were almost done. I know it was great because I did read those first few chapters you sent me. 

-...For real ?

-Yes, for real (Y/N). So...I understand, really. It’s difficult to work so hard on something just to see it destroy because of one mistake. Trust me, I know how it feels. 

You smile at him, and he gives you the nicest warmest hug ever...but of course he had to go and ruin it by lacking tact, as usual : 

-But you know sweety, you should have backed things up on multiple hard drives and such, I taught you to always be prepared didn’t I ?

You pull slowly away from him to face your father, and the look you give him is so murderous that he suddenly finds you scarier than any bats in the World. Instinctively, he takes a step back. Damn, you just made the batman take a step back...When you talk again,your voice is calm and collected, but holds a certain danger in it : 

-Well, I’m sure glad the greatest detective of all time is here to enlighten me about the fact that I should have backed things up. Thanks for your input dad, without you, I think I would have never understand my mistake. 

And all Hell break loose. It's the last straw that breaks the camel’s back. You can’t help it, the way he said you needed to back things up, the condescendence in his words...You can’t hold your frustration anymore, and instead of directing it at yourself, like you did all day, you throw everything at your father. 

Of course, you immediately regret your actions, especially seeing his facial expression, as if you were an enraged hyena and not his daughter. You sigh, try to apologize but don’t know how. Your brothers join you and help you calm down. 

You can’t believe you’re feeling like that just because you lost a stupid novel you were writing...You felt that maybe, there was more to it than just loosing your work, but you weren’t ready to psycho-analyze yourself right now, and made a mental note to think about it later. You grab your dad’s hand, and squeeze it. His feature soften, he really do understand what you’re going threw. And the way you’re always so calm, and sometimes just loose it reminds him a lot of himself. He can’t be mad at you. He really did understand...Still, you were scary as fuck when angry. 

-Oh my god I’m just so mad at myself, and I’m sorry for getting mad at you guys, but you know me, when I start being oversensitive, which happen rarely we’ll all agree on that, I’m just gone, I don’t stop until...You know what ? I’m gonna go see mom. We’ll go steal some stuffs, it always help turning the frustration down ! 

And before your father could say anything, you hop on your motorcycle and leave so fast your tires screech on the floor of the bat cave. 

Your dad sigh, and look at your brothers. 

-You guys know we have to stop her right ? 

-You stop her, father. In the state she’s in, I’m not coming within ten feet of her ! We could trigger her with any words ! 

-Yep, you’re on your own for that Bruce, there’s no way I’m even trying to knock some sense into her right now. 

-I’m with Damian and Jay on that one, handle yourself dad. 

-...Same. 

Your father glares at his sons, but it doesn’t work. They were more afraid of you than him right now...Bruce sighs, and says : 

-I’ll just make her give whatever she steals back where it belongs when she’ll be calmer...

Your brothers snicker at your father, of course he will haha. But given how frustrated you were, he was definitely gonna wait until you calmed down. 

#batsis is frustrated #I am batsis today #batsis #Batsis imagine #batsis x batfamily #Batman x daughter!reader #Batsis x Damian #batsis x Tim #Batsis x Richard #Batsis x Jason #Batman imagine #Bruce Wayne imagine #Batfamily imagine #batfam x reader #batfamily #Batfamily x reader #batman x catwoman #Bruce Wayne x Catwoman #Catwoman #Catwoman x daughter!reader #Damian Wayne x sister!reader #Tim Drake x sister!reader #Richard Grayson x sister!reader #Jason Todd x sister!reader

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Planning Ahead - Naegiri One-Shot - Danganronpa Fanfic

This one grew way beyond my intended length. Sorry, but… here’s the longest one-shot I’ve ever done.

Honestly… I wound up being kind of proud of it.

Naegi and Kirigiri squatted down to focus on the dusty concrete floor. Kyoko instinctively glanced at the hem of her skirt to see whether any of the filth from the ground was brushing it, then promptly returned to ignoring the matter. This was not the time or place to worry about the state of her outfit. It’s not like she expected to be imprisoned in an abandoned building today.

No - this time was best spent strategizing.

Kyoko extended her left forefinger and used it to trace out her vision in the dust, placing it just within the beam of sunlight that extended from their cell’s tiny window along the back of the small room. “We put Togami-kun here,” she told Makoto as she drew a circle in the filth. “That way, he can serve as a distraction.”

Makoto chuckled a little. “He won’t like that,” he said.

“The venue is ideal for it,” Kyoko countered. “The entryway serves as a bottleneck. If we have him near the door, then align ourselves so that you and I have a direct line of sight to both his location and said door-”

“I get it,” Makoto said, smiling in realization. “He can cut off any unwanted guests and prevent them from getting decent shots of us. And they’ll naturally be drawn to look at him anyway, since he’s… Togami-kun.”

Kyoko smirked and gave a nod in response. Pleased with herself, she raised her right forefinger to her lips in thought. “Perhaps we should put Fukawa-san with him?”

“He definitely won’t like that,” Makoto replied with a grin. However, his face fell as a complication occurred to him. “Wait, what if she accidentally sneezes and ‘changes’ on us?”

Creases appeared in Kyoko’s forehead as she mulled the possibility over. “I think we can prevent exposure to any of the obvious triggers,” she said. “I’ll just tell the florist to keep all arrangements away from their table, then ask the chef to go light on the pepper in Fukawa-san’s dishes.”

“There’s another thing to consider,” Makoto warned her. “Komaru will want to be wherever Fukawa-san is.”

“Fine,” Kyoko said as she drew a few more ‘x’ marks next to her first circle. “Then the table closest to the entry will have Togami-kun, Fukawa-san, Komaru and Pennyworth-kun.

“What if Togami-kun starts wandering, though?” Makoto asked with concern. “To get away from Fukawa-san, I mean. If he moves off, we lose our shield against the paparazzi.”

Kyoko frowned slightly. “Then… hm… ”

She started to wipe away three of her dusty ‘x’ marks when a loud noise came from the metal door. Kyoko quickly stood to regard the armed man in ill-fitting fatigues who stepped through. He was joined by a partner wearing a white tight-shirt and jeans. This one had his spiky hair dyed a bright, unnatural blond.

“It’s time,” one of them said roughly. Naegi stood up and took his place by Kirigiri’s left side.

Kyoko placed her hands on her hips. “No last requests?” she asked indignantly.

“Boss says you don’t deserve any,” the blond one answered.

Makoto glanced down at Kyoko’s left hand, nervously eyeing the engagement ring slipped over her gloved hand. He grabbed her hand in his and swallowed.

Even as she gripped Makoto’s hand with her left, Kyoko ran her right hand through her hair, flipping it defiantly. “Your 'boss’ is unfathomably rude,” she informed the men.

The one in fatigues gave her a toothy grin. “I’ll pass along your complaints,” he snarled.

Naegi and Kirigiri were marched down a dark corridor with a rifle pointed at each of their backs. They kept their hands locked together while they walked.

As they approached the end of the tunnel that exited into blinding sunlight, Kyoko cleared her throat. “Just for the record… ” she began.

“I know what you’re going to say,” Makoto interrupted her.

Nevertheless, she continued: “You shouldn’t have come after me.”

Makoto had beads of sweat forming on his forehead, but he managed to smile weakly. “I know.”

“I’m perfectly capable of handling myself,” she went on.

“I know,” Makoto repeated.

“You could’ve at least wait for an official rescue operation to be mounted instead of running off half-cocked,” she finished with exasperation.

Makoto looked over at his fiance with an expression containing both affection and regret. “Did you really think there was any way that I wasn’t going to come racing after you?” he asked.

Kyoko smiled sadly at him. “No, I suppose I didn’t,” she acknowledged. She squeezed his hand a little tighter in hers as they walked out and into the light.

Once her eyes adjusted to the glare of the sun, Kyoko saw that the pair had been taken into a small, dirty parking lot with a makeshift barricade of shipping crates blocking access to or any view of the adjacent road. The other three sides of the lot were blocked in by buildings, including a large skyscraper to the far right and the mid-sized building they’d just emerged from on the left-hand side. A shorter two-story structure made up the back wall that faced the barricade. Three-quarters of the lot was surrounded by men spaced a few feet apart from one another, adding up to maybe 20 or 30 individuals by her initial estimation. More than half were openly wielding firearms.

“As I thought,” Kyoko mused aloud. “We’re only 10 kilometers or so from the school.”

“Next time you go outside the campus walls to 'check the perimeter,’” Makoto advised, “Could you maybe take more than one bodyguard with you?”

Kyoko eyed him affectionately. “I’ll consider it, Headmaster,” she teased lightly.

“Shut up and move,” the man in fatigues ordered them.

The two men at their backs led them over to a pair of metal poles, each mounted in a concrete-filled tire. They resembled the kind of thing one would attach a tetherball to, but their captors attached Naegi and Kirigiri to the poles instead by pulling them apart, then tying their hands behind their backs and around the poles. The wall of the building directly behind them was the only area of the arena not lined with members of the controlling gang. Kyoko was not at all surprised to learn that this was because she and Makoto were to be shot by weapons facing that direction, firing-squad-style.

A large, muscular man wearing dark green pants and no shirt stepped out from the crowd and slowly strolled up in front of the two, standing about five meters away from them. He was holding a Kalashnikov rifle in both hands, but his most notable feature was that his face was painted half-white and half-black. Kyoko immediately pegged him as the aforementioned “boss” of this group.

He let his rifle hang down on one side as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. “Sorry,” he said insincerely to his captives. “Our group isn’t as well-funded as Enoshima-sensei was. We’re gonna have to film this thing guerilla-style, but don’t you worry: Everybody will still get to watch you die.”

Makoto swallowed hard. Kyoko just stared blankly at the group’s leader, clearly bored by his little speech. “I’ve been told that you don’t believe in last requests,” Kyoko said flatly. “Am I at least allowed some last words?”

The leader’s grin revealed that he’d filed some of his teeth down to ragged, painful-looking points. “Oh? Got something to say, sweetie?” he hissed.

Kyoko let her eyes drift around the parking lot, looking each member of the group in the eyes for a fleeting moment as she announced, “I just wanted you to know that I understand. I understand that you abducted two people who work at a school because you long for discipline. And I want to assure all of you that you will get what you’re after very, very soon.”

The assembled group of thugs chuckled awkwardly at her words. A few of them shifted their stances uncomfortably. The leader just shook his head in disbelief. “You ain’t the one in charge here, little girl,” he growled with a twisted half-smile. “You got nothing on us.”

Kyoko smiled at him confidently and stared him in the eyes, saying nothing. Gradually, his own smile faded into an irritated scowl.

“Whatever,” he grumbled. The leader turned his back on the two and held the phone in his outstretched arms, beginning to record a “selfie” video with his two captives in the background. “A despairing day to you,” he began in a rasp. “We are the Sons of Enoshima, and today we present you with a long-overdue treat: The execution of the Ultimate Hope. Along with him, we-”

Kyoko couldn’t bring herself to pay attention to the rest. He continued droning on, but she turned her attention to Makoto instead. “You know how I wanted to do a Fall wedding because of the traditionally Autumnal wedding colors?” she began innocently.

Makoto was sweating heavily from his face now, but he tried to give her as much attention as he could muster while still eyeing the leader at the same time. “Y-yeah,” he stammered. “Um, especially the purples.”

Kyoko gave him a small smile. “Naturally. Unfortunately, it seems that both lilacs and violets will be out of season in the Fall. The florist suggested we can surround the centerpieces with New England Aster, which I’m in favor of. But for the central focus… I confess that I’m struggling to make a decision. Do you have any thoughts?”

“I will count down from five,” the leader said to his phone’s camera with a sickening smile. “I want you all to watch the last five seconds before I rip Hope out of this world. And when I’m finished… it’s punishment tiiiiiiiime!” he screamed. Cheers erupted from the men around him, some of whom fired their guns blindly into the air.

“Uhh… Kyoko?” Makoto half-whispered.

“Don’t worry about him,” Kyoko said dismissively. “Focus on the task at hand.”

The blond man in the t-shirt and jeans ran up to his boss and took the phone from his hand, taking over filming duties as the leader turned around and aimed his rifle at Makoto and Kyoko.

Makoto closed his eyes, attempting to concentrate on his fiancee’s question.

“Five!” the leader yelled.

“What about an orchid?” Makoto suggested. “I know they’re not easy to find-”

“Four!” the leader continued.

“No, that’s perfect!” Kyoko said happily.

“Thr-”

The leader suddenly lurched forward in pain, cutting off his own count. Some confused chatter began to rise among the crowd of his followers.

Kyoko eyed this sight with a tight, satisfied smile, then returned her attention to Makoto. “The purple ones are gorgeous,” she noted with quiet enthusiasm. “And we only need a small number of them.”

Makoto wasn’t paying attention to the conversation anymore. A soft whup-whup-whup noise began to escalate in volume, filling the air around the parking lot. About half of the gang looked skyward, trying to identify the source of the noise, while others were looking at their boss-

-as he threw his head backwards, exposing the pair of scissors embedded in his jugular.

The blond thug dropped the cell phone and cried out, “What the unholy fuck?!”

The painted face of the leader gurgled a bit before his body fell backwards, hitting the ground with the sound of wet meat striking a slab.

The rhythmic thumping in the air grew progressively louder.

“Ehehehehehehehehe!” cackled a feminine voice above them. Makoto watched as the body of his friend Fukawa somersaulted over him, evidently having launched herself from the roof behind them. She hit the ground in a crouch, then rose to reveal the pairs of genoscissors in her hands and her long, dangling tongue.

“Shit NO!” yelled one of the thugs.

“Thank God,” Makoto mumbled, relieved.

The gang was still out of sorts, with some of them pointing their guns towards the sky and stumbling around as they searched for the source of the loud thumping while others were focused on the serial killer before them. The blond man backed away from the scissors-wielding lunatic before him and pulled out his pistol, pointing it at the woman. “Everybody aim at that psycho bitch!” he ordered the others.

Before the group could comply, a black helicopter flew over the adjoining mid-sized building. The group of men looked up in awe and horror.

Byakuya Togami’s authoritative voice called out over a megaphone. “This helicopter is armed with a minigun and an M197 cannon. Your entire force is currently within our sights. Drop your weapons and get your on your knees. I give you my word as a Togami that no one who complies will be harmed. I also give my word that anyone who disobeys will be destroyed.”

And with that, the entire gang obeyed. The sound of guns clattered to the pavement echoed through the lot.

“Ooohhh, I love it when he’s bossy, hehehe!” Genocider cooed.

The helicopter flew lower, and ropes unfurled from it so as to drop some troops into the makeshift arena. As the security forces came in, Makoto Naegi let out a lengthy sigh.

“I’ll have to talk to them about their response time,” Kyoko said to no one in particular, frowning. “They should’ve been here four seconds sooner. Sloppy.”

One of the security troops came over to the bound couple and stepped behind them. He worked quickly slice through their bonds with his combat knife. “Sorry for the delay,” the man in black offered.

Kyoko’s face turned stern as she whirled around to face the soldier, but Makoto cut her off. “No worries!” he told the security officer happily. “The only thing that matters is that you made it in time. We both really appreciate it. We’ll be sure to thank everyone on the team.”

He shot a warm smile over at Kyoko, who reluctantly added, “I… also thank you.” The soldier saluted her and then scurried off.

Moments later, the helicopter had landed in the center of the lot. Most of the troops were securing the so-called Sons of Enoshima. Byakuya Togami climbed out of the helicopter and headed for Naegi and Kirigiri, accompanied by one of the soldiers.

“Oh Master Sweet Cheeeeeeks,” a sing-song voice called out. Togami turned to right to see Genocider holding the now-severed head of the gang leader aloft. “Want some head? Hehehehehehe!” she cackled, clearly entertaining herself.

Byakuya looked utterly disgusted. Turning to the soldier beside him, he ordered “Get someone to gas her before I vomit.” The man with him just nodded and ran off.

“Awww, come on!” Genocider cried out plaintively. She held the severed head in her outstretched arm and declared, “Lookit lookit, I’m Hamlet! That’s the kind of classy shit you dig, right?!”

Byakuya ignored her as he strode over to Naegi and Kirgiri. “Are you both well?” he asked.

“Well enough,” Kyoko responded curtly.

“Isn’t Fukawa-san going to freak when she learns she killed somebody?” Makoto asked with concern.

“She’ll be fine once she knows I ordered her to do so,” Byakuya remarked coolly.

Kyoko folded her arms. “You were slow,” she said simply.

Makoto rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You’re too harsh,” he told her with a soft laugh, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“No, she’s entirely correct,” Byakuya fired back. “I’ve already made the team aware that their performance today was unacceptable.”

Kyoko was looking Makoto in the eyes and only half-listening. “I suppose… unacceptable might be a bit much,” she accepted as the corners of her mouth curled upwards.

Byakuya shook his head. “You’re growing soft, Kirigiri,” he said — thought his tone was far less harsh than his words. “Get yourselves checked out by medical, won’t you?” He turned on his heel and walked off without another word.

Once more alone with Kyoko, Makoto grinned at her. “Thanks for keeping me grounded during all of that,” he said sincerely.

Her tiny, subtle smile was still there when she told him, “It wasn’t just a distraction, you know. We really do need to make these decisions.”

“I know,” he said happily. “Um, I was thinking about our cake, actually, and… do you like Red Velvet?”

“More than I should,” she said, her smile growing a little.

“Awesome!” he said excitedly. His eyes glinted with playful intent when he added, “Next question, then: Are you going to admit it?”

“Admit what?” Kyoko countered with faux ignorance.

“That my special engagement gift was a great idea, of course,” he said, grinning. He put his hands around Kyoko’s hips, sliding them just above the back of her skirt.

She rested her hands on his shoulders and leaned her head down slightly to look him in the eyes. “I never thought having an emergency transponder in my engagement ring was bad, you understand,” she said. “Clever, certainly. Unconventional? Definitely.”

He giggled a little. “Come on, you thought it was weird,” he teased her as his face leaned closer to hers.

“And smart,” she said softly, leaning her nose against his.

“And weird,” he pressed, staring deep into her eyes.

Unable to help it any longer, Kyoko Kirigiri’s mouth broke into a grin. “Yes,” she acknowledged. “It was very weird.”

With that admission, she finally leaned in and pressed her mouth against his. Makoto gently pulled her closer to him as he took the kiss in. He kissed her softly at first, but after what they had just been through, that wasn’t what she wanted. Kyoko moved her hands around his upper back, balled them into fists, and pulled him hard against him, causing him to grunt low in his throat. His arms wrapped around her tightly in response and they pressed together so hard that she thought they might begin to grind into one another.

“Fucking hell!” shouted the dyed-blond thug. From six meters away and on his knees with his hands cuffed behind his back, he made a gagging sound of disgust as he watched Naegi and Kirigiri. “Get a fucking room, you nasty cunts!” he added.

Without stopping the kiss or even opening her eyes, Kyoko pulled her left arm away from Makoto and quietly raised her middle finger in the direction of the voice.

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