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greensaplinggrace · 3 years

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What Is There To Celebrate About the Darkling? (Part 4)

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He’s calculating but impulsive. Gentle yet firm. Stubborn and adaptive. Just a real mess of contradictions that makes him all the more interesting.

He loves nature. He loves the forest.

Fond of luxuries and nice things. After growing up as he did, I think he deserves them.

Very socially awkward. Introvert just trying his best. Anything that isn’t manipulation and therefore something he’s planned in his head is just a social train wreck waiting to happen.

The way he pushes up Alina’s sleeve when they first meet. This man had zero compunctions about acting completely unprofessionally in front of his soldiers and I think that’s very sexy of him.

He’s constantly tired and exasperated with the people around him.

The way he says “quiet” with the softest voice imaginable and a room full of laughter instantly goes silent.

He had no interest in Elizaveta even though she was utterly obsessed with him and I think that’s hilarious.

Elizaveta: I have a plan to resurrect the Darkling Everybody Else: Oh the Darkling is so evil for trying to come back! The Darkling, who just wants a nap and is sick of this mortal bullshit: Why am I even here? This is such a pain in the ass. I should have killed Elizaveta when I had the chance.

How he asks if Alina “will have” his name like a man proposing.

Has his bedroom attached to the war room.

Constantly checking up on Alina just to know how she’s doing. Never pushing her beyond her limits as she’s training.

Very creative with his shadows and the extent of their abilities. So many of the ways he uses his powers are genius.

His ending in RoW is a tragedy and an injustice. He deserves better.

This old man pouting at Alina in episode seven as he says “please, I just want to talk to you 🥺”

There is a black kefta made for Alina after like two days in the Little Palace. He really was already planning their entire immortal futures together as Mr. and Mrs. Starkov wasn’t he?

His bed is covered in maps and notes when he’s plotting how to find Alina. Also before that, the way he’s poring over the notes at his desk and giving orders is 👌🥵

Him acting like a real General at all is simply amazing.

The fact that he trusts Luda with his life. That they have a whole intimidation routine set up around him purposefully getting himself fatally injured knowing she’ll heal him.

He looks like a vampire in the show and a fae in the books.

His favorite ABBA song is probably “Lay All Your Love On Me.”

Looks composed but that’s only a façade. Is actually an unhinged feral terror of pain and misery.

That scene where he tells the king she will remain in the Little Palace to train undisturbed and he puts his foot down. ON THE RED CARPET. the king’s carpet. and uses a commanding voice that’s just on the edge of an order…I’m surprised he didn’t get flogged for that. IMO nothing conveys the fine line he walks with those in power while wielding his own like this scene. Literally he should just be celebrated for this alone.

“‘Why won’t you leave me alone?’ I whispered one night as he hovered behind me while I tried to work at my desk. Long minutes passed. I didn’t think he would answer. I even had time to hope he might have gone, until I felt his hand on my shoulder. “Then I’d be alone, too,” he said, and he stayed the whole night through, till the lamps burned down to nothing.

Trapped a bunch of Saints in the Shadow Fold like a true amoral disaster villain. What an icon.

His barely concealed amusement and half hidden smile when Alina comes to put his kefta on. The way he finds Alina utterly hilarious and tries so hard to act like he doesn’t.

That small amused smile when Alina jokes about finding Volcra hilarious. Please he’s so adorable 😭

“‘I know what you feel when you’re with the tracker,’ he said. ‘I doubt that’ He gave a dismissive wave.” - My Malarklina obsessed self, vibrating at the edge of my seat: but what does it mean?!?

Mal and the Darkling’s entire fight in the Fold: dumbass on dumbass violence.

The way he stands with his back turned to Alina when she enters his tent the first time they meet and then does the slowest Godfather turn in history. 1999/10 - points removed for a criminal lack of cat petting.

“I may lead the second army, but the king is still the king.” - the delivery of that line. the implications, the history behind it and also the foreshadowing for his plans.

That slow turn face reveal in episode one though. Like okay we get it you’re pretty alkjsdflkj

Confused Old Man Face™ whenever Mal or Alina do anything remotely defiant in his presence.

How he tells Alina to come closer and she only takes the tiniest step and he doesn’t even react.

His little head cock whenever someone says or does something that just doesn’t vibe with him.

Darklina tumblr has now convinced me that the Darkling is a cat in human form.

“You’re an amplifier,” she said. He glanced at where Sylvi was pouncing on another helpless tree, oblivious, and gave a single, frightened nod. How could he have been so stupid? He would have to tell his mother now, and she would insist that they leave right away. If word got out, they’d both be in danger. Amplifiers were rare, hard to find, harder to hunt. Their lives would be forfeit. Even if they got away, word would spread. He could already hear his mother’s voice: Foolish, careless, callous. If you don’t value your own life, show some concern for mine. Annika touched his sleeve. “It’s okay,” she said. “I won’t tell.” Panic crowded in. He shook his head. She slid her hand into his. It was hard not to pull away. He should. He was breaking his mother’s fundamental rule for keeping them both alive. Never let them touch you, she’d warned him. - 😥 I just want to give him a hug all the time.

His strangled shout when Mal tackles him off of the skiff.

His smile when he’s summoning the sun. The expression on his face when he does so. Like I know I’ve mentioned this before but damn. If you ever needed a reason to celebrate him, this would be it.

“Shame, I’ll have to give that speech again now.”

The way he flips Mal over his shoulder in the Fold after Mal attempts to strangle him.

His little lecture on the Small Science to Alina when they’re going to meet the King. Info dump.

“You make it sound so easy.” “A bird makes flight look easy. But it was born to do so.”

When Alina looks at him for guidance on whether or not to remove her veil and he gives her a small nod.

The handhold in the throne room after Alina’s demonstration is absolutely precious, but it’s in a room full of people he should be keeping up a façade for and it’s so unwarranted and yet he does it anyway, I’m-

The way he says “welcome home, Ms. Starkov,” in the most tender voice I’ve ever heard and then goes “ok that’s enough emotions for one day” and then just straight up leaves without even a goodbye.

He has his symbol?? Sewn into Alina’s kefta??? bRo???!?!

Disaster Simp never gets tired of introducing Alina to other people or talking about how she’s the best thing that ever walked this earth.

The Darkling lying: honestly

“I have devoted my life to undoing the great sin of my forebearer, but I am never seen as the solution. Only as a reminder of the problem.” Sasha you were literally the problem. What a manipulative little shit. We love to see it.

The way he closes his eyes and kisses the coin before he makes a wish at the wishing well.

“I think the Grand Palace is the ugliest building I’ve ever seen.” - I love him your honor.

This man has the most intense lines for Alina. Like straight up I would have booked it when he said “you and I are going to change the world”. But then the head grab?! “I’ve been waiting a long time for you.” He’s so intense like sir can you tone it down a bit please I am begging you.

“I shall be right by your side.” / “We can do anything. Together.” / “For us.” / “You cannot do this on your own. And neither can I” / “I want you to know my name. The name I was given, not the title I took for myself. Will you have it, Alina?” - WEDDING VOWS

That scene in the war room when Alina comes to find him and he instantly drops his guard and lowers his arms and welcomes her with a soft voice.

“Am I bothering you?” “Not at all.” - girl you could be stabbing him in the chest and you still wouldn’t be bothering him.

This whipped disaster sounds like the proudest man on the planet when he talks about how much more his enemies fear Alina over him.

His shadows react to his emotions.

“YoUr’E nOt IvAn.” asjlkdfjs god he’s so embarrassing.

Local Dark Lord Sasha offering Alina the throne after she literally tries to kill him.

He gets so jealous of Mal.

Has a great relationship with his soldiers and his men. His men trust him implicitly and believe him to be an amazing general.

When he turns around after Alina puts the kefta on him and looks flustered/has to take a breath because she’s a lot closer than he expected. The way he’s breathless and literally can’t string a sentence together because he’s so distracted by her closeness.

His jokes are absolutely terrible.

GF: *jokes about throwing herself down the stairs to get out of an event* Sasha “no thoughts head empty only Alina” Morozova: haha I’d just have my healers heal you right back up again.

How genuinely touched he is by Alina admitting to wanting to help Grisha and Ravkans.

That scene in Demon in the Woods when he notices the intricate details of the politics in the Grisha camp after one meeting with the Elders. He has the Ulle pegged almost instantly.

Born to be a leader. Born to take care of others. Born to protect. Even in Demon in the Woods he’s protecting people. Even in Demon in the Woods he’s leading them and caring for them.

The way he cups his hands around Alina’s face when they’re kissing.

This man gets so starstruck by Alina walking into the Fete that he doesn’t even excuse himself from the King’s side to go to her.

Long haired Aleksander rights!

Ok I know the wig was kind of ugly but he looks pretty with long hair and I think it would look very good on him naturally.

The way he slams his hands together in the Winter Fete scene and instantly turns the room pitch black.

Literally any times he summons shadows is a blessing and we should all celebrate him for it. They are so beautiful. On god if I ever saw his shadows in real life I would be awestruck.

He asks Mal if he’s okay when they first meet.

The pure, barely contained fury directed at the Conductor for daring to harm Alina and kidnap his Grisha.

He always has to make a grand entrance.

This man is like a bloodhound when it comes to Nina. He is very invested in finding her and I feel like that’s never really talked about.

“I know exactly how she felt. The King’s soldiers treated me the same way. Because they knew- they knew that I was more important than any of them.” - the way he says it, like it’s something he has to remind himself of in his head constantly. a justification for the way he’s been treated, the fear he evokes in others. a way to protect himself from the hurt of being ostracized and reviled. arrogance and conceit as a defense against emotional harm.

Also the way his face instantly changes after that, like he’s said too much. vulnerability. lowering his eyes. shifting his eyes. literally just everything about this scene makes me love him all the more.

Dark carriage rides up to the Crows’ hiding place. Grisha circle the area as Aleksander steps from the carriage slowly, dressed all in black, floofy cloak high on his shoulders. Villain Entrance™

Him slowly pulling a knife out of his chest like it shouldn’t have killed him is hot as fuck and also totally badass. Big dick energy.

“I’ve had enough of your lies.” “And what lies are those?” - Alina, pulling out a fifty mile long scroll of grievances: Well, for starters-

This man is literally just an Alina Starkov compliments machine.

He cares so much about the Grisha and their protection. He loves Ravka and his people so much.

He had an entire cult dedicated to him.

“They would approach him. They always did. But he felt more anxious than usual. He’d stopped trying to make friends in the places he and his mother visited—there was no point when they moved on so quickly. Now he wasn’t quite sure how to go about it.”

Save a Villain. Murder the King.

Openly admits to staging a coup like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He speaks so slowly. He moves so slowly. Everything he does has to have Purpose and Gravitas.

Theater Nerd™

He knew Nikolai for years and yet couldn’t recognize him as Sturmhond. We do stan an oblivious icon 💕

The Darkling after he gets his ass whooped in Siege and Storm: Mom can you please come pick me up? I’m scared!

He’s here to manipulate sun summoners and murder cities. And unfortunately he’s all out of sun summoners.

Would absolutely get drunk on real alcohol. This man thinks kvas is strong liquor.

Has his wrists exposed exactly one time in the most skin he’s shown all season and it’s when Alina visits him at night in the war room. WHORE!

Was too emotionally slutty and fell for Alina. RIP.

He’s passionate and cold and beautiful and hurt and twisted up in ways nobody could ever hope to understand and he’s stunning.

I would literally kill for this man 🖤✨

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papers4me · 3 years

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Fruits Basket, Se3, ep11 (part 1)

Breaking toxic bonds & accepting healthy ones isn’t a miracle. A bond that started with love could end up chained & toxic, another that started wrong could’ve become the joy of a life time. You can do it. Break the cycle of abuse & stand up for yourself, it is easy yet so difficult, you aren’t alone, tho, loved ones stand nearby cheering. Be kind on yourself, otherwise you’ll throw your life away. Life isn’t just happiness & joy, it’s also sadness & loneliness. Break free from the shackles that held you down. Embrace life & Live.

-Tohru’s “ I’m okay” mask is finally shattered! (the Importance of kyo’s rejection for her development):

This is the last part of tohru’s character development! The last few eps were abt her role in Akito’s redemption & their similarities. she staood up for herself & choose a path away from her mom while keeping her mom’s memory in a healthy manner. No more planning my life according to mom’s wishes, no more talking to mom ‘s picture 24/7. Now, I’ll plan my life & move forward even if it is with the guy mom said she cant forgive. even If it is without him, I’ll move forward. I love him so much, yet I won’t force our bond & let go. So easy yet so difficult!. tohru doesnt know anything abt kyo after her fall. All she remembers is his heart-broken face as he wept beside her. Those tears on his face, she caused them. He cried cuz it is too painful to see her hurt. She was a burden to him! tohru restored to her old coping mechanism of pretending “ i’m Okay” & smiling. She did so numerous times before. Always worked. No one noticed. Except him. Se02, ep7. he urged her to show her true fears. Now, she’s faced with a pain so big she can’t pretend no more. the pain of loosing him. She cried in front of yuki! The smile & chatting abt chores couldn’t conceal the running tears! Yuki’s first time seeing her like that. Se01, ep14, yuki wondered how could tohru smile after her mom’s death. She can’t pretend no more! She’ll have to wear her feelings on her sleeve! cuz it IS ok to do so! She tells kyo to give her a moment to compose herself. She couldn’t lie & pretend like she did with yuki. Here she either run away or just try to compose myself! I LOVE THAT! This way, whenever kyo/tohru fight or have any misunderstanding in the future as a couple, you’ll know tohru won’t just bear it & pretend, “ i;m okay” No! she’ll talk to kyo & express herself! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH! It gives her so much strength as a human & I’m happy all the obstacles & set backs in kyo/tohru’s romantic journey has led them to be better ppl little by little to build healthier & more realistic love!

-The mechanics of writing a compelling slow-burn romance:

1. Igniting the romantic feelings slowly: Slow burns don’t work with love at 1st sight. It must first sparkle naturally, slowly & subtly. Both kyo & tohru repeatedly stated they don’t know exactly when they first fell in love. The author’s decision to create an environment where the two live together is a genius way to start & nurture their romance quietly & subtly. Kyo was tricked to stay in shigure’s house while tohru had to stay cuz she had no home, Natural reasons that force the two to spend days together & get to know each other gradually.

2. Dynamics of their personalities: For slow burns to work, the two characters need to be similar yet opposites! Kyo & tohru are both kind, endearing, innocent, good at chores, independent & hardworking. They both have history with their mothers that is filled with love yet traumas. However, tohru is calm yet prefer maneuvering around subjects, can’t stand up for herself, reads ppl easily, tends to trust ppl easily & disregard herself. Kyo is fierce, strong, tends to distrust ppl, despite ppl loving his spontaneous character, he has hard time figuring out if they’re mocking him or teasing him, very straightforward with his words & actions. The similarities helps them understand each other, however, the differences creates chances to clash & come even closer thro various situation. Ex, se01, ep2, kyo apologizing for hitting her head with the table which created the situation where she needed to confess she always loved the cat zodiac! It is HER gush of emotions that struck kyo. ppl really want my friendship? the cat is loved? Thro those difference they learned to better themselves so they won’t hurt the other, kyo toning down his anger for her, tohru desiring to know him even more as he becomes even more awkward.

3. Creating natural, realistic & convincing obstacles that prevents them from being together: This is the most important part! Slow-burn is two characters in love & cant be together despite everyone wanting them to be! if the reason that stops them from uniting is trivial, stupid, one-sided, can easily be solved, then the slow-burn would be a fillery & no one would cheer for it! Takaya-san is a genius!

Kyo can’t be with tohru cuz he thinks (a) he killed her mom! we saw thr flashback, he could’ve saved her & couldn’t save her. It was a split of a second difference & he hates himsef for NOT trying! that split of a second also prevented from thinking of better ways to save her than holding her! it happened to fast, he couldn't think of a better alternative cuz this was his 2nd time loosing someone (b) his mom’s sucide being pinned as his fault created this immense guilt & defeated feeling that “ no matter what, I just cause death & misery! There’s (c) too!, he knew tohru! thinks she deserves the world & cuz he didnt save her mom, he watched tohru talk to a freaking picture for two years! heck! he is the only one who can see thro tohru’s “ i;m okay” mask, so in se01, ep 14 in the grave yard! kyo wasnt the only one who is sad! tohru was too! & kyo could tell! (d) her mom’s death is the reason tohru is accepting shigure’s offer to stay with them rent-free in exchange of doing housework! (e)? he saw her confess crying her heart out abt missing her mom so much that she imitated her dad! so tragicly sad! (f) he saw her die in his nightmare!! how can he accept her love,now? Perfectly orchestrated obstacles!

Tohru, unfortunately, in the anime it wasn't that clear due to shortening her backstories & trauma in se03, ep6. But she too couldn’t see herself confessing love to kyo. Tohru is has low self-esteem, always thinks she’s a burden to others, an orphan who just wants her mom, so scared, lonely & sad! we the audience believed the mask! we saw her work her motherly charm yuki, isusuz, kisa & believe her issues are not that deep. tohru wont cry for herself but shed rivers for others! grief is so ugly it broke her! I cant let go of mom, must keep her always in my heart, such a hard emotions to write & I believe 100% the director couldn’t understand her grief & decided to split ep6 between her, kyo, isuzu & shigure. But Tohru struggling to confess to kyo is no laughing matter. ppl who are grieving find it the hardest to live after the loved ones die. they wont mostly commit suicide, they are alive, but they arent living. they just go thro the motions & live for the sake of those around them but not themselves. Tohru deciding to confess to kyo is her deciding to live for herself.

4. Writing a perfect psychologically & emotionally packed climax: I dont need to explain how perfect kyo’s rejection of tohru in se03 ep9 was. How much we felt for him yet were mad at him. He we were “ ugh! kyo no!!!! I mean I get why you do that , but you idiot no! come back! poor kyo! He was just so sad & broken! OMG he’ll kill himself after finding tohru’s injured body!! he totally would! his nightmare came true! But Tohru reached him! she wanted him to be okay! he wont kill himself but still feels hella guilty! but so utterly in love with her that his instinct upon seeing her come to life after near death is kiss her! Perfect display of psychology & emotions! filled with right, wrong, sad, happy, guilty, innocent! basically so human~ As the audience you MUST have this mixture of feelings of wanting to hug him so bad cuz this boy has been killing himself for years now yet want him to stop & just see that he was a good boy afterall. Tohru is THE best girl & if the audience are cheering for kyo to be with her, kyo really deserves her! The only problem is for kyo to see that now.

5. The Perfect wrap up of all romance: If you make your audience suffer the slow-burn this long, you gotta reward them good! & Takaya-san delivered! Just like how the entire romantic story is realistic, the reunion must be as realistic too! Tohru is hurt by kyo;s words. Facts remain his words were hurtful to her. I love that was addressed! tohru gets to tell her side, too! If you love someone, you are bound to be hurt by them as much as be happy with them. Simply cuz they matter so much to you! you arent one person, but two ppl coming together. Kyo must work hard for this confession. Must run & chase her. Must earn her proper! He gets on his knees, I cant express how important that is! he is way taller than her, Imagine apologizing while she looks way up & he looks down? He gets on his knees & apologize like a man, for every mistake, all while not loathing himself. He aint going back to that deep abyss again. He did wrong by her & he is owning up to his mistakes. Give me one chance. I’m not gonna force you with persistence or guilt you into taking me. Give me ONE chance cuz i deserve it & no more. The choice is yours. She asks to confirm, he shows her, they kiss, they hug, they are rewarded with a blessing from the heavens! One of the most simple yet emotionally fulfilling confessions in anime!

- Hugs over kisses: (And her kiss hugs her & the curse was lifted):

Prince charming kisses the princess & she wakes up~ they live ever after~ except furuba is all abt “ eternal ever after is not true, real life is where the real love is”

Kyo kissed tohru once, she didnt wake up, she didnt even think he loved her back. didnt even remember the kiss.

Kyo hugged tohru once. se01, e024, He initiated it, tohru was all in tears, surprised, happy & so utterly in love. he called her name for the first time ever, for a brief moment, they both connected, they both comforted each other. The rain stopped, he became a man not a monster, she got him back. She got her kyo that she fought for with none other than kyo himself.

kyo hugged her again, se03, ep6. They both initiated it. He made the first move, pulling her just a little closer, she made the second move & hugged him hard, he transformed, it was a moment were they both connected, both so sad & broken, both feeling needy for the other, both desperate for the other, both just living the moment. the result is them coming closer, her wanting him more, him realizing her love, there is no escape. Admit it. she loves you. You can tell.

Kyo hugs her again today. He asks permission. No spur of the moment feeling. But a long lasting permission to be together. To hug. He wants to hear her acceptance of his cursed body. “ is ok to hug you? this body will cause you pain as it wont be able to fulfill your wishes of constant hugs & intimacy”. She responds, permission granted, for love, for hugs, for a life long acceptance of you as a whole. weakness & strength, sadness & happiness. I accept you all in better & worse! we’re invincible. Why? cuz we understand love isnt magic. It is a path for us to walk together~~~ reward curse break!

Every time kyoru are closer it is a hug. The one thing the zodiacs cant do. A hug. They can kiss. But cant hug. comes this Zodiac Ruler girl so lonely, away from ppl, so sad, meets a cat boy who comes to the house she’s living in, a house away from ppl, the boy is drawn to the girl, However, when the boy needed to leave, the girl was able to let go despite loving him, the boy comes again, this time wanting to stay, the girl accepts the boy. They both accept the realistic reality of life. Embrace the obstacles & the achievements, celebrates the weakness above the strength. Both so imperfect. Both so endearingly dumb! that’s why the girl’s hug broke the boy’s curse. The girl’s acceptance of the cat broke all curses.

Side Note:

Kyo’s confession is so kyo! so straightforward, so direct, & so physical. He’s on his knees, holding her hands, looking at her eyes. “ i want to be WITH you. If I’m gona live, I want to to do it with you & no one else! cuz I love you” that’s it. That’s all. So sincere & so romantic!

it is crazy how different tohru & kyo are now after the confession! she stood confidently & happily & said “dont you know, I love you!” all while teasing him, her giggle is so girlish & cute! my girl is a happy woman in love! long buried the angelic mother image of se02! YES! also, kyo’s happy face is love! Dude! when was the last time he smiled so freely? Did he ever do that? He smiled in se01, ep4 with kazmua, but not like this! T_T. my son is healing~

Kyo’s “ i wont ever feel afraid if you’re with me” is a huge growth from his “ I want to protect her” mindset. Now he realizes it is two-sided mutual desire. She gives him strength as much as he does! <3

I dont like open eye while kissing, but here it is so perfect for tohru in this moment! cuz she spent days thinking kyo rejected her & even ran away as soon as she saw him, now he’s not only confessing, apologizing, admitting she is his life, but also kissing her signaling they’re romantic couple. kissing on lips is so personal, what more evidence she needs? still, her thoughts? “ it’s like a dream?” aww~~~ tohru~~~ my precious girl! she just cant believe all her suffering is over, now? She was just practicing “ i’m okay” smile & now she’s an official girlfriend to the man of her dreams? He just bent da kneeee~ go for it queen!

yuki’s face when tohru cried is exactly what I meant of “ allowing yuki to have strong facial expressions”! XD these types of faces humanize yuki so much into the teenage boy he is! Unfortunately the anime team only sees him as the pretty prince in most times. That’s why fave yuki is when he’s with kakeru. He becomes so un-princly as he should be.

Speaking of yuki, I see you anime team~ postponing his moment into next ep so him & machi wont be overshadowed by the long awaited kyoru!! While this defies the perfection of all cursed zodiacs breaking on the same ep making akito’s breakdown less perfect & poetic, I take it as the anime team admitting they underdeveloped yuchi & decided let’s give them more screen time & not putting them in close distance from any couple. A week later ep is enough with lots of time. I dont mind at all, I’m just saying more time after/while confession is not what i was hoping for~~ sigh~ At least I hope yuki would say sth along the lines” all this time I was looking at you, i realized i love you” to imply he was thinking of her as a lover not his kindness for someone he helped. I just dont want their love to be sudden simply cuz yuki needs happy ending. oh well~ I’m sure whatever it will be, the anime will give it utmost attention.

That sad moment when kagura wasnt allowed a moving image. lol. girl was given a still image that didnt even move with the breeze! T_T

Not gonna lie... the scene with kazuma & kyo was underwhelming. Why the wide shot? I mean you dont need budget for that. Just give me a closeup from the waist up with kyo head buried in kazuma’s chest. Dont need to waste budget on kazuma’s face, either.... do the old trick of hair covering eyes & show me glittery tears~ why the awkward shot of kazma towering in his own house! how tall is this man & why cant he he fix his roof?...lol

Also, shigure, you got scars man... who can hurt shigure? akito? gotta be her. I dont think hatori scratches...lol.. Aya? nah~ too busy with Mine! yup, akito... another steamy night? could be, she’s changed as he wish now. But scratching a face is weird while..um..kissing? a quarrel? but why? I bet she wants him now & we know he wants her....

More on part 2! especially abt the curse’s lore~

#Fruits Basket #Anime Only #happy paper #final season #part 1

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lady-charinette · 4 years

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The Revealing Confession - Adrienette Fluff

A/N: This came as a lovely prompt from the amazing @ghostlyhamburger which I unfortunately couldn't do it justice. Hope you still like it a little my friend :3

Warnings: None (maybe cringe? I didnt write in a while)

Pairing: Adrienette

Genres: Fluff, Humor, Reveal

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Plagg lounged on his holder's bed, surrounded by camembert in a circle with a blissed expression.

Adrien rested his chin on his hand, next to him on the bed. "I can't believe this worked."

Plagg rolled over, bits and pieces of cheese rolling off his body in the process. "Huh?"

The model couldn't help but smile at his kwami's drunken expression, already high on cheese. "I can't believe I made a summoning circle with cheese and you fell for it. You're so greedy, Plagg."

The kwami gave a loud yawn. "Me? What can I do when you buy so much cheese? Don't you know how fast it can go bad?"

A deadpan expression greeted him. "...You eat smelly, spoiled cheese Plagg."

Plagg stuck his nose in the air, gingerly cradling his beloved camembert against his body. "Its not spoiled, its exquisite."

Shaking his head, Adrien rolled over onto his back and crossed his arms behind his head, absently daydreaming.

Plagg chose to fill the silence then. "You don't understand Adrien, camembert is the love of my life!"

Adrien snickered when his kwami levitated in the air, dramatically holding a piece of camembert in the air. "It's the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning, the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep in the evening!" Plagg floated left and right as he did his monologue, unaware of his holder chuckling at him.

"It occupies my thought every minute of the day and as soon as we're apart, I miss my precious camembert so much! We've had so many moments together! We went through thick and thin! It was camembert and I! Us against the world!" Plagg raised his paw in the air, the other holding the piece of diary tucked into his side.

Just then, something clicked in Adrien's brain.

'You and me against the world m'lady!'

'Ladybug and Chat Noir are always a team!'

Moments he spent with Ladybug resurfaced in Adrien's mind like a movie, a movie he never grew tired of watching.

One scene that stuck out to him since months ago was when he once stuck around longer than usual at his and Ladybug's meeting spot.

It was right after patrol, he had time to kill, he didn't think he would've seen what he had that night.

When he as Chat Noir had stretched after a playful rooftop chase with his lady, he spotted something flashing from the alleyway between the two buildings he stood on.

Taking out his baton and moving low to the roof in case it was a villain, he sneaked close to the edge of the roof to investigate, but what he found instead surprised him in a different way.

It was Marinette.

Talking to Tikki.

If there hadn't been that incident where Ladybug and him both had switched their Miraculous, he was sure he wouldn't even know it was Tikki Marinette was talking to. But the least he could've been sure of was that was a kwami and Marinette was talking to Ladybug's kwami-

"Good job today Tikki." He watched as Marinette retrieved a cookie from the purse she always carried around and fed it to the little goddess, scratching her cheek gently.

Tikki giggled, entirely too comfortable with the interaction to be their first time meeting. "You did a good job too Marinette! You should get home and rest."

Marinette had laughed and slowly moved out of the alley. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Chat Noir is bound to be home already and lounging somewhere on a bookshelf."

He huffed in indignation, he did not normally 'lounge around' on shelves. That had been once and Ladybug never stopped teasing him for it.

Wait.

Ladybug!

Marinette was-

He had hidden behind a chimney and had slapped his mouth closed in case he would scream or squeal, whichever came first. He couldn't believe it.

His lady was his princess!

Ladybug was Marinette!

Marinette was Ladybug! The love of his life! Both loves of his life!

It had been at that point that made Adrien think.

And Plagg's words struck a chord.

The kwami continued his monologue, oblivious to his holder's inner musings. "The pain I feel of being apart can't be described, no matter how many languages you humans invent, you can never invent a language for love! That's how important cheese is to me Adrien, but I don't expect you to understand." Plagg sniffed dramatically, sobbing into his cheese while he discreetly munched on it.

Adrien shot up in bed, startling Plagg causing him to fall on the soft bedding. "Hey!"

"I...love her."

Plagg looked up from inspecting his cheese for scratches. "What?"

"I love her."

Plagg rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know loverboy. You love Ladybug, the love of your life."

Adrien suddenly grabbed Plagg in his hands and stared into his soul. "Marinette! I love Marinette! I love Ladybug! Them both! Because they're the same! Marinette is the girl behind the mask that I love Plagg!"

His kwami's eyes widened in fear. "No wait, Adrien, what we saw on the rooftop that one night, that was- Tikki was- Tikki talks to a lot of humans, you know?"

His kwami's poor attempt was dwarfed by Adrien's unadulterated glee. "It's alright Plagg! I know, you don't have to lie to me. I know!"

Plagg yelped when he was flung in the air and caught again by Adrien, clinging onto the boy's hand in fear of being thrown into the air again.

"I can't believe it! Ladybug, m'lady and Marinette, my princess - they're the same! Plagg, do you know what this means?!"

"...Err...that uh, Ladybug's your classmate?"

Adrien shook his head, green eyes sparkling. "No! It means I have to tell Marinette how I feel!"

Plagg was unceremoniously dumped back on the bed, rolling around until a big block of cheese stopped his descent. "Adrien! Where are you going?"

Adrien was already running for the door. "I have to con-" he froze just as his hand landed on the doorknob. "-confess...to Marinette..." he glanced at his kwami. "Plagg?"

"What?"

"....What if she rejects me?"

The kwami's eyes nearly fell out of his sockets. "Are you serious?"

Adrien fidgeted nervously with his hands, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's just-I didn't- I never confessed to a girl before and- I never confessed to someone as amazing as Marinette! What if she doesn't like me back? Ladybug said she loves another boy! What if she's dating Luka? She never said anything but I saw her at their band practice and the way he smiles at her is the way I want to smile at her and she blushes when she's with him and they ice skate together and how could someone as awesome as Marinette like someone like-"

Plagg flew up to his holder's face and smashed Adrien's cheeks together. "Breathe!"

Adrien froze, lips squished like a fish. "Pwapfh?"

The kwami sighed. Kids these days. "I'm pretty sure bakery girl isn't dating anyone. And I really doubt she doesn't feel the same, Adrien."

Nervous green eyes bore into Plagg's ancient soul. "How can you be so sure Plagg?"

Plagg refrained from counting all the moments he witnessed, while transformed and as a kwami, of pigtails girl breaking her back to act normal around her very obvious crush on his owner. "...Kwami's intuition. Anyway, why don't you uh...practice?"

Adrien tilted his head to the side. "...Practice?"

Plagg slapped his face. "The confession."

"Plagg, you're a genius!" Adrien scratched under the cat god's chin and received an appreciative purr in return. "But not here, Nathalie or father might overhear me."

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"I can do this." Adrien paced back and forth, taking deep breaths. "I can do this. I saw this in movies. I can do this."

Adrien exhaled loudly and then dropped onto one knee, red rose poised in the air. "My lady, my princess, if I could I would take the stars from the skies and gift them to you, not that you would need them, because the whole galaxy is in your eyes already."

"No, no, no, that's too cheesy!" Adrien stood up and tapped his knuckles against the side of his head. "Technically, I could do that as Astrocat, but I'm not sure how well Ladybug-Marinette would take that, would that be abusing my powers?"

Rubbing his chin, Adrien cleared his throat. "My sweet Marinette, from the day we shared that umbrella under the rain in front of school, you made me realize what romance was like in real life, but more importantly, you made me realize the importance of having a good friend." Adrien stood frozen in the park, sighing heavily. "That's not good either!"

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"I don't really know Tikki, do you think Adrien might like it?" the girl clutched the new, yet to be released, song of Jagged Stone in her hands, personally signed by the musician. She knew Adrien liked him too, but would he think she was weird for gifting him this?

Tikki smiled encouragingly at her owner. "I'm sure he will love it Marinette! Then you can finally ask him to eat ice-cream with you!"

The girl sighed, staring up at the sky in defeat as she walked. "I don't know Tikki, I doubt Adrien would notice me that way. Besides, I think Kagami and him are an I-wuah!" Marinette's foot slammed against the little protruding rock, probably kicked away from the park onto the sidewalk and fell over on her knees. "Ouch!"

Tikki quickly flew down to inspect her friend. "Marinette, are you okay?"

Marinette winced. "I'm fine Tikki-"

"Argh! No! That's terrible! She'll think I want to kidnap her!" a very familiar voice echoed from the park, one that automatically made Marinette's heart skip a beat.

"W-Wait, is that- am I dreaming again?" forgetting about her fall, Marinette speedcrawled into the nearest bush, bluebell eyes scanning the entirety of the park before they landed on one figure.

It was Adrien.

Tikki hovered near her holder, also watching Adrien. "Look, its Adrien."

"Yeah, but what is he doing out here?" if she recalled correctly, he was supposed to be studying in his room by now for the chemistry test next week.

"Shh." Tikki ushered her to hide deeper in the bush, keenly watching the way Adrien's arms flailed about and he paced back and forth.

"Let's try this. My dearest lady and princess, as your humble knight and number one fan, it is with great honor that I gift you my heart."

Marinette's mouth opened in a scream but Tikki quickly snapped it shut. "Marinette, shh!"

"Mffphh!" Marinette's eyes grew as wide as dinner plates, moving back and forth between Adrien and Tikki.

"No! That's not good either! I'm not giving her an award!" The teen model sighed heavily, moving to sit down on the nearest bench. "I'll never be able to confess to her like this. She's so brave and strong, she can do anything. She's so amazing, what are the chances of her even liking me back?"

Marinette's expression softened. "He must be talking about Kagami..." Tikki nearly dislocated her head when she turned around to look at the girl.

"But Mari-"

A sigh. "I should've known, I guess his encounters with Chat Noir might've rubbed off on him and now he's calling Kagami princess too."

Tikki flew in front of Marinette's field of vision. "No wait, Marinette, that's not what he-!"

Marinette smiled sadly, slowly standing up. "I think Adrien might need help with confessing his feelings for Kagami."

Just before her head peaked over the cover of the bushes, the name that fell from Adrien's lips froze Marinette to the spot.

"Marinette..." his gaze was sad as it looked over the trees and into the sky. "You're so amazing, you're the strongest, smartest, bravest person I know, you're everyday Ladybug even when you aren't transformed, how could I hope for you to love me like I love you?"

Tikki watched the way Marinette remained very still, her eyes unmoving as they locked on Adrien in the distance.

It was now or never.

Gathering all the strength she had, Tikki rammed into Marinette's side, pushing the startled girl out in the open.

With a surprised yelp, Marinette fell out of the bushes and onto her butt.

Her graceful landing made Adrien jump and his eyes widened when he saw her. "M-Marinette!?"

She felt heat rush to her cheeks at being caught spying on him, even more when he jogged to her side and helped her to her feet.

Why was Adrien so nice to her even after she spied on him confessing to her-

"Marinette? Marinette are you alright?" He waved a hand in front of the dazed girl's face, watching the way her eyes came back into focus and stared up into him. "Did you hurt yourself when you fell?"

The warmth from his hands on her shoulders made her squeak, she didn't even notice Adrien's blush at the sound before she took off in the opposite direction.

"Wh- wait Marinette! Where-where are you going!?" Adrien watched the girl sprint out of the park and in the direction of the Seine.

Had she heard him? Had she heard his lousy confessions?

With his heart in his throat and his blood rushing a mile a minute, Adrien uttered two words that never made him tongue tied. "Claws out!"

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No, no, no, no, no, no!

She had to have heard wrong!

Adrien? Liking her back? No, no, no, no!

"Marinette, wait!" Tikki flew faster to keep up with the girl, she was a fast runner when she set her mind to it. "Why are you running away from Adrien? He was about to-"

Marinette violently shook her head, jumping over a trash can. "No, no, no Tikki, I heard it all wrong. Adrien didn't say my name, maybe he got confused and wanted to say 'Kagami' right? Ka-ga-mi. I mean, our names are kinda similar aren't they?"

"Marinette!"

Marinette nearly tripped again when she heard another familiar voice yell at the top of his lungs her name.

Wait, was that-?

"Chat Noir?!"

Sure enough, the black clad figure was jumping away from street to street, following her direction on his baton.

"Marinette!" He yelled again, waving his free arm frantically to catch her attention.

Had there been an akuma? Her akuma alert app didn't ring! Why was Chat Noir looking for her? Could he need something? Did he need love advice for Ladybug?

Marinette continued running, now close to the bridge where Andre always sold his ice cream at. "Sorry kitty! I dont have time to play with you today!"

She couldn't hear Chat Noir's muttered frustrated curses, nor did she see him speed up and take a giant leap, before he landed on the ground and took off running on all fours after her.

Tikki hid back inside Marinette's purse, hanging on for dear life.

It wasn't until Chat Noir's next yell made her stop in her tracks. "My lady wait!"

Standing frozen on the bridge, Marinett heartily turned around, just in time to watch Chat Noir try to catch his breath.

He looked....angry?

The cat stalked towards her with purpose in his steps before his placed his hands on her shoulders like Adrien did before and- "Why did you run away from me, m'lady?!"

Questions swam in Marinette's mind, questions that made her think she wasn't as sane as she thought she was.

Wait.

"Run away? From you? M'lady? Chat Noir, did you hit your head somewhere?" Marinette blinked up at him quizzically, sweating at Chat Noir possibly knowing her identity.

But how? She was always so careful! He never could've figured it out!

The grip on her shoulders tightened. "Marinette!" He bared his teeth, and in a delirious moment, Marinette almost wished he would bite her.

To snap her out of her daydream!

"Eep!"

"Claws in!"

"Claws in? What are you- A-A-" Marinette's breath caught in her throat and she was face to face with a displeased Adrien Agreste.

His blonde hair which was normally perfectly combed was now messy and disheveled and Marinette could actually see the resemblance between Adrien and Chat Noir who stood in front of her two seconds ago!

"Wait, Adrien, what are- why are-? Chat Noir was here and you- you are now here!"

She was going insane. Tikki should send her help.

Marinette.exe stopped working.

Adrien's expression softened and he sighed heavily. "Marinette," he gazed at her with such fondness and exasperation that she almost felt it was too intimate. "I know."

He didn't even have to elaborate. She was figured out. He knew her identity.

Her shoulder slumped. "But-But how? I was always so careful and- ugh! This isn't right! Now we have to give up our miraculous! Do you have any idea what Master Fu would think if he still had his memories? But I'm the guardian now! Does that mean I take both our miraculous? Would I just keep mine then? Where would I put them? Do I give us different miraculous? Will we still be heroes? What about Hawkmoth-"

Two warm hands found her cheeks and her attention immediately shifted to the forest green of Adrien's lovely eyes, which stared at nothing but at her. "Marinette, please listen to me m'lady." The sound of her nickname strangely calmed her and she exhaled the breath she'd been holding, some of the tension leaving her body.

Adrien took a deep breath, fingers flexing on her shoulders from frayed nerves before he finally looked at the girl of his dreams in determination. "I love you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"I had these feelings for you ever since I gave you my umbrella and you were the first person to make me laugh again after mom disappeared. You were the one who was always so kind to me and did her best to help everyone all the time. What I told you at the picnic was nothing but the truth: you are our everyday Ladybug, you always were to me. And I'm so happy to know that the hero and the girl I fell in love with were one and the same! I know I made a lot of mistakes as Adrien and Chat Noir, and that I disappointed you often, but I want to make up for it in any way I can and be a better partner for you as Ladybug. My only question is if you would let me be a better partner for you as Marinette, too?"

The sincerity in his gaze stole the breath from her lungs and Marinette couldn't help but tear up at the heartfelt confession that was meant for her.

"Y-Yes! A thousand times yes kitty, my prince!" She fell into his arms with a cry of joy and Adrien fell to the ground from the force of her hug. Despite the small wince of pain, they both laughed in joy, cradling each-other's faces tenderly.

Adrien rubbed his nose against his lady's and smiled. "I love you Marinette."

The smile on Marinette's face was the warmest Adrien ever had ever seen. "I love you too Adrien."

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@febuwhump day 23: don’t look sharing sandwiches summary “Mr. Stark,” said Peter. “Don’t look.”

“I’m already looking,” said Tony. “I already don’t like it.”

“Aww. How could you say that about Yeti?”

Tony stared at the scene in his kitchen.

Peter Parker leaned against the counter, with wild, messy mask hair, and dressed as Spider-Man. He held a small kitten in his hand, and there was a bag of kitten food on the floor near his feet. Kernels of it laid scattered all over the place, next to a small dish with a cute fishbone graphic.

Tony released a long, weary breath. “Why does this always happen?”

“Always is over exaggerating” said Peter. “This particular thing hasn’t happened before.”

“Really? Cause it feels like it has,” said Tony, horrified that Peter had already given the creature a name. “You named the cat Yeti?”

“Yeah.”

Peter brings a kitten home, and Tony tries to not get attached. Tries being keyword.

“Mr. Stark,” said Peter. “Don’t look.”

“I’m already looking,” said Tony. “I already don’t like it.”

“Aww. How could you say that about Yeti?”

Tony stared at the scene in his kitchen.

Tony released a long, weary breath. “Why does this always happen?”

“Always is over exaggerating” said Peter. “This particular thing hasn’t happened before.”

“Really? Cause it feels like it has,” said Tony, horrified that Peter had already given the creature a name. “You named the cat Yeti?”

“Yeah.”

The kitten meowed, as if to confirm his name really was Yeti, and even Tony had to admit, that stupid animal was cute as hell. He shook his head. No. This wasn’t happening.

“Peter,” said Tony, trying his best to sound firm. “We can’t have a cat.”

“I think we can.”

The kitten meowed again, and Tony’s heart melted a little bit.

“Make that beast stop making that adorable sound.”

Another meow. So it was a defiant little thing. Just like Peter in his determination to prove that Tony was really just a soft old man. He could see why the two of them along so well.

“Why? Are you afraid you’re gonna fall in love with him?” asked Peter.

“Absolutely not.”

“Well Yeti’s just trying to say that he likes you,” said Peter, holding out the kitten, as if he were Mufasa presenting Simba to the pride lands, as if he expected Tony to hold him and cuddle him.

“Well I don’t like him.”

Peter gasped, and pulled Yeti into his chest with one hand. He covered the kitten's ears with the other. “How dare.”

“What even possessed you to bring a cat back home in the first place?”

He launched into a wild and harrowing story about a burning building and animal control, only to, at the very end, admit that he’d simply found the kitten cold and hungry in a New York alleyway.

“And I couldn’t really leave him there, Mr. Stark.”

“I agree,” said Tony. “Doesn’t mean you had to bring him here. There are shelters.”

“He already thinks of me as his brother. Leaving him all alone at some shelter would have been abandonment.”

“Abandonment,” repeated Tony, shaking his head. “That’s awfully dramatic.”

“Pepper says I get it from you.”

Tony frowned, and was about to rebuff this extremely untrue statement when, as if having heard her name spoken, Pepper entered the kitchen. She took in the scene, just the way Tony had, except when her eyes fell on Yeti she had the opposite reaction.

“Awww,” said Pepper. Peter passed the kitten to her, and Pepper scratched Yeti on the head. That disgusting feline had the nerve to look as if he were enjoying it. “He’s adorable, Peter. I had one that looked just like him when I was little.”

“Tony’s making me take him to a shelter,” said Peter, pumping his voice full of pretend sadness that made Tony want to shake him a little bit.

“What?” asked Pepper. Her tone was very much one that told Tony had his wife had fallen for the kitten. “No. We have to keep him.”

“That isn’t what I said,” said Tony. “Peter misunderstood me. What I said is that we’ll have to go to the pet store and buy him some toys.”

“Oh good,” said Pepper. She smiled at Peter, and gave Yeti back to him. “I’ll go and tell Morgan. She’ll be so pleased.”

Pepper left the kitchen, just as quickly as she arrived, leaving just Tony and Peter standing around. Peter grinned annoyingly, and if he hadn’t been holding Yeti, he would’ve given him a good shove, or at least spray him down really good with the faucet sprayer.

It was time for Tony’s soap.

Now that he was retired, and unbothered by chaotic, world threatening events, Tony liked to keep up with the lives of people who lived more dramatic lives than him.

He plopped down on the couch with his tuna on rye, switched on his show, and took a bite.

A small meow captured his attention. He tore his eyes away from the show, and looked down at Yet. He sat there by his feet, looking straight up at him with wide, green eyes. Food begging eyes.

“Nope,” said Tony. He already shared his house with the beast. He wasn’t about to start sharing his sandwich as well. “Scaddle.”

He shook his foot, successfully causing Yeti to back up, but only so that wild minion could jump up on the couch.

“Don’t even think abo -”

But it was too late. Yeti jumped up in his lap, laid down across his legs and curled into a ball. Tony was about to put his sandwich down long enough to remove the cat, but Yeti started purring and he was left immobilized.

“Fine,” says Tony. He took some tuna from the side of his sandwich, and let Yeti lick it off his finger. He gave him a few good pets, then turned his eyes back on the show, where someone was getting a drink thrown into their face.

“Aww.”

Tony turned his head and saw Peter standing near the living room entrance.

“That was so cute,” he told him, walking closer, and finally, sinking into the couch. “You love him.”

“I do not.”

“You so do. You won’t even share your sandwiches with me.”

“That’s because you’re a human garbage disposal,” said Tony. “You wouldn’t just be happy with just half, you’d eat the entire thing and then what’s left in my fridge.”

“Fair point,” said Peter. “You watch this shit?”

Tony chucked a pillow at him.

So Tony did love that stupid cat.

He might as well admit it. Yeti was disgustingly cute. Not even cleaning the litter box could change his mind.

He’d grown on him, he guessed, and only about a week of having the little guy, Tony found himself out in the workshop. He wasn’t working with tech. Just regular, plain old wood. He’d cover his creation with carpet later, but for now, he was in just the beginning stages.

“What’cha making?”

Tony jumped, and turned, and of course saw the gremlin that had started this whole mess, leaning against the door.

“A structure.” Was the only information Tony was willing to give.

Peter wondered further into the garage, and took a long look at the elaborate blueprints Tony had drawn up.

“You’re building, uh, ummm Yeti’s Kitty Palace?”

“It’s a working title.”

Peter laughed, and it was so genuine and pure, a smile tugged at Tony’s lips.

“Can I help?”

“Can you focus on what you’re doing,” said Tony. “And not hack your own hand off with the wood cutter?”

“Yeah.”

“Then sure.”

“Yes!” said Peter. “But I’ve got a few suggestions. Some improvements.”

“Oh, yeah? Hit me.”

“We should build in a cave!” said Peter. “Except at the top, so he can pounce at unsuspecting victims.”

“What if we’re the unsuspecting victims?” Tony imagined a horror scene, with a cat jumping and landing on the top of his head, with his claws digging into this scalp.

“Then we probably deserve it,” said Peter. “Cats are very wise.”

“Wiser than spiders, that’s for damn sure.”

Peter looked at him with a pretend offense, but didn’t waste any time marking up and changing his blueprints. Tony had let him, and watched him with fascination, always interested to see the genius way that Peter’s mind worked.

#febuwhumpday23 #my fic #irondad fic #irondad #the Starks get a cat

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kaemiu perhaps? :)

“At a certain point,” Kokichi told her, watching the blaze in the chemistry labs spread despite the best efforts of the sprinklers above, “it starts looking a little bit desperate.”

“Oh, shut up,” Miu replies, lifting up her pink-stained hands in surrender as the teachers of Hope’s Peak came flying down to catch them. “I thought we had better fire safety measures in place after fuckin’ Komaeda and the gym incident. These are science labs. I dunno why everything in them burns so goddamn easily.”

“It’s because you mixed a highly explosive powder in the pink dye,” Ouma sighs, giving a very annoying wave to the upperclassmen evacuating around them. “Which I told you not to do. Just get pigments from Angie like a normal person?”

She elbows him sharply, hands still raised. “As if your stupid fucking blueprints weren’t what spread it everywhere! You always leave them scattered around! This is a place of work, not a doodling workshop, you little twink bitch-”

Her next row of insults are cut off by a sudden boom from within the lab- the fire swelling too fast to process and proceeding to shatter every window in the lab with the heat of it. People are yelling, now.

Miu winces.

Kokichi looks at her thoughtfully for a moment, before leaning up against her with a grin. “Well, look on the bright side.”

She shoves him off her tit and resists the urge to pick him up by his scarf and give him a good shaking, like he’s a badly behaved cat or something. “What?”

His smirk only widens. “This will definitely get Akamatsu-chan’s attention.”

Homeroom, after school, one gorgeous girl genius stuck on the class side of the teacher’s desk, one not-quite as gorgeous but still stupidly pretty dumb stupid piano player on the other side, lecturing her.

Really, this is entirely Akamatsu’s fault.

If Akamatsu hadn’t been pretty and nice and somehow stupid enough to continually seek out Miu’s company, to stop by her lab and ask her opinion on festivals and school events even though everyone knows she’ll never agree to Miu’s brilliant ideas anyway, maybe Miu wouldn’t…. Appreciate her, a little. As a fellow intelligent blonde. So that’s her fault, for starters.

And, maybe if Akamatsu wasn’t the sort of idiot who liked to try and “increase class bonding” and “establish a good kinship with the rest of the school,” she wouldn’t have volunteered to host a school dance and put their class in charge of it.

And if she hadn’t done that, Miu would have never had to watch her turn down a boy from 2A when he asked to go with her.

And she wouldn’t have realized that the idea of Akamatsu taking anyone else to the dumb, shitty school dance that Miu doesn’t even care about- fills her with so much restless, scratchy, jealousy that she can’t even think straight.

Straight. Haha. If Kokichi were here he would have laughed.

Anyway, the point is that when Akamatsu thumps her palms on the desk and leans forward, mouth all twisted up in a scowl and Miu is staring at her lipgloss and wondering what it tastes like, when she asks “just what were you trying to do?” the only answer is “impress you.”

But Miu actually thinks she might die rather than say that, so instead she pulls at her hair and tries not to pout too much. “We were helping! We were building a decorating machine- to help get the gym ready! ‘Cos you were whining so fucking much about how ugly the floor and walls were, batting your eyelashes like you were hoping Saihara would paint it for you-”

Akamatsu’s cheeks go apple-red, curling her hands up and pulling them back. “Ah, geez! That’s not true, and I wasn’t whining, and- and, anyway, how did you make a decoration device explode?”

She’s really hot when she’s angry. Miu thinks about how unfortunate this is for a solid three seconds. “Go big or go home. You wouldn’t get it, you’re too much of an artsy type- inventing shit like this is risk-reward!”

Something in Akamatsu’s forehead twitches. She inhales, like she’s forcing herself to remain calm. “Okay. Okay. Well, maybe next time, don’t take major risks on school property.”

“This is a fucking boarding school!” Miu snaps, gesturing wildly with an arm. “What, you want me to go request a town leave slip every time I gotta work on something?”

“If it’ll keep you from blowing up half the science labs, yes!”

Miu crosses her arms. “You’re just intimidated by my genius brain.”

Akamatsu rolls her eyes in response. She’s so annoying. Class rep. Thinks she’s in charge of everything. Thinks she can just boss Miu around all the time. This is her fault, anyway. “Yes, Iruma-san,” she says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Your intelligence is what intimidates me, not your complete lack of ability to grasp the concept of danger and consequences. You- you could have been seriously hurt!” Something sparks in her eyes, and she’s leaning on the desk again, angry and passionate and annoying as ever. “You’re lucky you escaped with first-degree burns!”

“I had ‘Kichi with me!” Miu protests.

Akamatsu huffs. “Oh, and I’m sure he would have put your safety first.”

This is a somewhat fair point. (Not that Miu will admit it.) She kind of thinks that Kokichi thinks he’s unkillable, which is why he has so little regard for his own safety and also things like pain. At the same time, Miu also thinks she’s unkillable. That’s what makes them excellent lab partners. If Miu is Frankenstein, Kokichi is Frankenstein’s shrunken hype man who keeps passing him bang energy and surprisingly skillful blueprints to work on.

(Akamatsu, obviously, is Frankenstein’s adopted-not-sister with the pretty hair and eyes who loves him devotedly. Kokichi says that their relationship was fucked up and Miu’s critical analysis skills are flawed. Miu says that she doesn’t give a shit, she’s in it for the science and the drama.)

“Look,” she says, staring sideways so she doesn’t have to look at the almost hurt expression on Akamatsu’s face. “I’m fine. I’ve done this a million times before. And the school’s got insurance or whatever and they already said I can make up for it with after school projects, and-”

“That’s not the point!” Akamatsu cries out, throwing up her hands. “Iruma-san, you can’t- I don’t care if you’ve done this a million times! Sooner or later you’re going to get actually hurt, and excuse me if I don’t want to see that happen!”

Miu blinks. She bites her lip. She tries to fight back the stupid blush on her face.

Akamatsu sighs, pressing her fingers to her forehead. “You’re my friend, Miu,” she says, and the sudden switch to her first name is like a punch to the gut. “I don’t want anything to happen to you, okay? Especially not for some… silly problem I got flustered with.”

Miu twists her hands through her hair, feeling like a kicked dog. “...It’s not silly. You’ve been freaking yourself out about it for weeks,” she mumbles. She doesn’t look up. “I… you’re arranging this whole big thing, and you won’t let anyone help you, and- I dunno. You were talking for ages about how ugly the gym was.”

“I didn’t say it like that,” Akamatsu protests, but a little softer.

Miu pushes her fingertips together. “Whatever,” she scoffs, and her face still feels all hot. Akamatsu called her Miu. “I don’t even care about your stupid dance, anyway, I just wanted you to stop being so fuckin’ whiny-”

Akamatsu leans over the desk. Miu feels lips, warm and soft, and a little tacky with lipgloss, press against her cheek.

She thinks she might have died.

Akamatsu looks sheepish but pleased, her face all flushed pink again. “...How about next time, you just come and help me hang up streamers?” She asks, and somehow she sounds a little nervous.

She should be nervous, of course. She’s asking for the company of the world’s number one inventor, asking Iruma Miu to hang out as if she doesn’t have better things to do, as if she isn’t the hottest motherfucker around-

Miu can only nod, clutching at her own shirt. “I’d- yeah. I can- I can do that.”

And Akamatsu smiles like the sun is coming out.

#thank u anon i lov to write them....#also SORRY there is no readmore i forgot my password and email and i am trapped on mobile forever #irumatsu #kaemiu #drabbles #my fics #chatter

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blushing-starker · 3 years

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Another holiday one: Peter and Pepper going caroling together and they visit Tony in the workshop. The bots are wearing Santa hats

"Peter, darling, you know you can get him anything and he'll be over the moon, right? He loves you and it'd kill Tony to know this is causing you so much stress. We could always do a joint gift if that helps? After caroling, the night is ours and so is the mall."

God, what did he do to deserve Miss Potts? She has a solution for all the problems in the world, never hesitates to take what she wants and could probably kick his ass twenty different ways without breaking a sweat. Just last night, she'd cocked her head, put on a disappointed face and Peter was done, defeated, tore himself away from Tony's side at the lab to devour some freshly baked pie Rhodey had dropped by. They'd been working for hours, basically a hair's breadth away from a breakthrough, but Miss Potts didn't like her boys tinkering too long without eating.

Now she's holding his hand like it isn't serious, like it doesn't set Peter's heart aflame because this is Pepper Potts, kind and strong and witty and amazing, showing affection in a public place without shame or fear. And yeah, Tony would never be cold to him outside, but the man's a koala when you earn his trust. Peter has to practically pry the billionaire off from Pepper when the CEO has a meeting to conquer (he's dating a CEO, he's dating a billionaire, he's dating a CEO, he's dating a-

"Sweetheart, I see the gears turning in that head of yours, same as Tony. What is it, Peter?" The snow starts to fall a bit harder and they quicken their pace, catch up with Nat, Bucky and Bruce as they line themselves up before the next porch, ready to start caroling their hearts out. Who'd have thought they enjoyed the season this much?

The others didn't come because decorating the tower and baking dessert for 20 plus people took a team effort. Peter had wrapped an arm around Miss Potts' waist and swung them to the car before they were snatched up by Steve to help in the kitchen. They'd been pressed pretty close, Peter not wanting to risk hurting his, what, lover? Girlfriend? His lover's wife? Either way, he had curled around the tall woman, tried to not jostle her too much in case she got sick. It had been nice. Very nice, really.

The whole thing had lasted maybe thirty seconds so yeah. Technically, this is the first time they've had physical contact for a relatively long period of time. He's eighteen now, not supposed to be getting so hyped and nervous over something as simple as holding hands and going caroling along a snow covered neighborhood adorned with a thousand Christmas lights. But, but he's always been a romantic at heart and the neon glow is reflected off of shiny snowflakes that taste like something pure and special, his teammates are joyous, look decades younger, Bucky's cat Alpine has stubbornly decided to crisscross his ankles and Miss Potts ' is just really fucking pretty, ok?

"Peter?" He gets why Tony can submit so easily to the force of nature that is Pepper Potts ; is rather sure it has something to do with honest eyes and a gentle way of loving broken men.

"Um, you're very pretty, Miss Potts," way to go, Peter. It's a wonder he and Tony even got together when they share one brain cell and it's mainly dedicated to superhero work. Or to Miss Potts.

She softens, tugs at him until they wrap around each other and then kisses him. Light, barely there kisses on pale cheeks, his eyelids, the curve of a red nose, under an unhinged jaw. Nat shoves the team forward, says the next house will probably give them candy while winking at Peter, grins when he turns scarlet. Bucky grumbles, "it's not exactly Halloween," but she yanks the supersoldier away from them so there's some semblance of privacy present.

Miss Potts sighs, sets her chin on his head and Peter short circuits right there, is delighted by the fact that she's taller than him, vows to buy her as many heels and high boots as possible because this is extremely nice and being tucked under her is a dream come true.

"You're so nice, Pete. I don't think Tony's gonna last a month before he says he loves you, not with someone so considerate and amazing. Nat bet it'd take me three months, but right now? Tony would take one look at me and say three weeks. We've been outside for a while, how about we head back home? See if our ridiculous baby got away with sneaking to the lab?"

Oh. Oh, is he supposed to speak after that? Function when she just sent his world tumbling down in a second or two? He inhales slowly, presses his frost bitten lips to a long neck and shivers when Miss Potts laughs, sound as pure and lovely as the freshly fallen snow around them.

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On the way back home (HomeHomeHomeHomeHomeHome), he catches sight of a pretzel stand and nearly slams them into the side of a building. Miss Potts does that thing where she chuckles almost silently and maybe it'll take her three weeks but Peter's ready to declare his love for her right then, absolutely smitten and aware of it. He wonders if this is what Tony felt when he fell for Miss Potts. Wonders if his boyfriend would tell him all about it soon enough.

Miss Potts strokes his cheek, smile this side of sharp and mischievous. "Does my boy want something?" It's a soft question with a soft touch with a not so soft look in eyes that could tear him apart any day of the week. His web snaps and they tumble down to the street, are saved by the fact there's three feet of snow by the building's back entrance and they weren't that high up.

Peter gets a pretzel from Miss Potts.

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Their lover (loverloverloverlover) is, in fact, hiding in the lab. There's a neon glow here, too, wrapped around Tony as he reassembles holograms, sketches new designs for the spider suit, revises old architecture plans with the gaze of a hawk.

"Anthony Potts, you put down that hologram right now! You were supposed to help out and decorate; not adjust Peter's suit. Again." Tony jolts back, clicks his fingers and everything disappears from the lab table as if Jarvis had never brought several of the genius' secret files to life. He looks like a little kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar and Peter isn't gonna let him forget this for as long as they live.

There's plenty of space on the table now so he settles there, swings his legs up and down, grins up at a fidgeting Tony. "Anthony Potts is new." A cookie tray is tucked away behind a pile of papers and it's too tempting not to snack on one even if he just inhaled a pretzel.

"I can call you Peter Potts, too, you know. Don't tease him, I know you would've been here helping Tony out if we hadn't gone caroling."

It's Tony's turn to grin and Peter's turn to flush now. Two more cookies are snatched, shoved into his face. "I kind of like that. The Potts thing. It's nice."

Miss Potts crosses over to them, wraps a finger around the one curl he can never tame and pulls on it until he's leaning on her palm with the sudden urge to never leave the lab. "I'm glad you like it, Peter. Anthony here has to go clean the dining table, but we can cuddle on the couch to warm up before seeing what's already cooked. How's that sound?"

"It sounds like your husband is being punished for upgrading your boyfriend's suit and making sure he doesn't die fighting some weird alien dog." Tony huffs, steals Dum-E's Santa hat with a pout before dragging himself up the stairs to the kitchen. "I'm saving everyone's lives, but no. I gotta see Steve butcher a Christmas tradition."

"There's nothing wrong with how Steve cooks the meal."

"Tell that to my grandmother and nanny. Even Jarvis could cook better and he doesn't have any hands." Said A. I hums in a suspiciously noncommittal way as his creator starts yelling about blood being spilled if a single stain is found in his prized kitchen.

The bots all seem to sigh in relief, roll over to bump Peter's knee or shoulder as affectionately as Alpine. He patiently fixes their elf ears and hats, rubs a few bells clean from grease and motor oil because Tony probably hadn't noticed and wouldn't notice until they accidentally stained something. Don't ask him or Miss Potts how, but Tony's children could ruin a fifty thousand dollar couch with purple paint without there necessarily being a can of paint around the lab.

Miss Potts' plan of cuddling on the couch is derailed when they hear screeching and curses pertaining to five different languages coming from above. She sighs, takes Peter's hand and he already knows she'll come up with a solution. She always did.

(Maybe it was time to explain he'd already found their gifts, twin silver rings with all their initials engraved hidden in his coat pocket.)

(And then Tony starts shouting something in Italian, Steve might be reverting to an Irish accent, Alpine hops on the dining table to pounce on the chicken, Miss Potts has to yank her husband away from the oven, Bucky's hair nearly catches on fire and yeah, he'll just show them on New Year's.)

#peter parker #tony stark #pepper potts #ironspider #starker #peter x tony #peter parker x tony stark #i am sleepy #i forgot #once again #the ot3 name #my writing #thank you darling katie #katie bug #🐞#pepper x peter #pepper x tony

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backtothestart02 · 4 years

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Mixed Drink - 20/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: And so it begins. (Next chap will start looong flashbacks to Iris’ entire backstory.)

Commissioned by @andromidagalaxie

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Chapter 20 -

Wally watched as his sister fell apart before his eyes. He hadn’t seen her like this maybe ever, or at least not for a long time. She practically crumbled, feeling around for a chair away from where he was standing so he couldn’t see. That irked him a little, but they had been in the middle of a fight. It was no wonder she didn’t want him looking on to see her in such a vulnerable state.

When her breath hitched and the chair leg squeaked across the floor though, he forgot about their fight entirely, even all the bitterness that he held against her, and just wanted to hold her. He might be her little brother, but he was still her brother, and brothers protected their sisters from being hurt.

For the first time in years he felt a stab of guilt over him being the one who was hurting her for so long.

The thought faded, although the feeling didn’t, when he saw his sister end the call, literally trembling now with the information she’d been given.

“Iris?” he asked hesitantly.

She slowly turned around.

“You need to go,” she said on a shaky breath.

His brows narrowed. “What? Why?”

“Because I need to go, and you can’t be here after I leave. I have to lock up.”

That sounded rational. He relaxed.

“But also, I really don’t want to see your face right now.”

His brows locked together again.

“Because?” He scoffed.

“Because the last thing I need to worry about right now is what you think of our past and our relationship and all the shit I’ve done to our family that has you loathing the very sight of me. Even though you were the one seeking me out tonight, so-”

“Forget that,” he said. “Who was on the phone?”

She blinked, suddenly enraged that he was playing the concerned brother card after so many years of pushing her away.

“That’s none of your business,” she spat.

“But it’s your business.”

She scoffed. “Which makes it not yours.” She shook her head. “Asshole.”

She started moving past him, but he stopped her before she could get too far ahead.

“Why are you crying?” he asked, noting the tear tracks staining her cheeks.

“Because-” She huffed, pulling herself free from his grip. “Fine. You want to know why I’m crying?” Wally nodded. “Because my boyfriend just got shot and is in critical condition. I’m going to the hospital, so you need to leave.”

“Wait.” He took a step back and halted her again. “Since when do you have a boyfriend?”

Her eyes widened and jaw dropped in disbelief.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you!”

“Wait, Iris-”

“It’s time to go, Wally. We can talk about…whatever this was supposed to be another time. The longer you stay, the longer I have to stay, and the more time there is before I can see if my boyfriend is going to be okay or if he’ll be long dead before I’ve finished talking with you.”

Her voice was still shaky, but there was determination in it now. She was done giving explanations.

He sighed, exasperated.

“Shouldn’t… Shouldn’t you take someone with you?” Her eyes blazed. “I mean, I could-”

“You?!” she asked incredulously. “You don’t give a shit about me and would probably judge the hell out of my boyfriend. I’m not telling you where I’m going or letting you come with me. That’s final.”

He stared her down, so Iris scrambled to come up with an answer he’d accept.

“I’ll call Stacy. She’ll meet me there, I’m sure of it.”

He didn’t like it, but he could see he wasn’t going to get any further with her tonight, and he did have his own relationship to worry about. Jesse hadn’t exactly been pleased when he ran off with her recorder after listening to the tail end of the recording.

“Fine.”

He took a step back and headed for the door. Once outside, he jumpstarted the conversation again.

“But you’ll call me if-”

“I will not call you. Go salvage your relationship, if you can, and tell Jesse she can go to hell too. You don’t go into a meeting with a source without asking them if it’s okay you can record them. She’s a real bitch for that one.”

“Hey-”

“Leave, Wally. It’s what you’re best at anyway.”

That shook him to the core. He watched her lock up and push past him and knew a sense of defeat unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

“Iris!” he called before she was too far away, but she kept walking.

He knew she heard him because there was a brief pause in her step when he called, barely noticeable to any innocent observer, but he’d seen it. Of course, he’d seen it. He knew her. She was his sister. And they used to be best friends.

If only he’d known that night 10 years ago would change everything…

The near silent creak of the door opening started to wake Wally up in the middle of the night. He mumbled something in his sleep and shut his eyes tightly. There was not a robber at his door. It was impossible.

“Psst. Wally.”

Oh, thank God. It was just his sister.

He moaned, still half-asleep.

“Wally!” she whispered a little louder, so he sighed and pulled back the cover, propping himself up on his elbow. He reached for his glasses and pushed them on, squinting in the darkness.

“What?” he croaked.

Iris slipped into his room and closed the door quietly behind her.

“Shh, Mom and Dad will hear you if you’re too loud.”

“They’re at the other end of the hall,” he said, dropping his head back into his soft pillow.

“Wally!” she yell-whispered.

He groaned. “WHAT?”

She came and sat down on the edge of his bed.

“Should you be asleep?” he complained.

“Not tonight,” she said, practically giddy. “Tonight we’re going on an adventure.”

Wally opened one eye to see her beaming. Despite himself, he was intrigued.

“What kind of adventure?”

Her teeth shone brightly in the moonlight streaming through his window.

“We’re going to break into Dad’s office.”

“Huh?” he asked, worriedly. “Why would we do that?”

“To grab some of his files, obviously.”

“But why-”

“I need it for my class. You don’t need to know the details.”

“I do if I’m going to get punished for it!” he squeaked.

She rolled her eyes. “You won’t get punished. I’ve planned it all out. Now are you in or are you out?”

“What do you need me for?” he grumbled.

“As a look out, of course. I need someone smaller than me-”

“I’m not that much smaller,” he interjected, much to her annoyance. At 16 she’d stopped growing, but at 12 he was only about a foot shorter than her.

“You’re small enough,” she retorted. “I told my friends you’d have no problem, that you weren’t an absolute scaredy-cat.”

“I’m not!” he whined, and she clamped her hand over his mouth.

“I know you’re not.” She smiled slowly. “Thanks for coming through for me, buddy.”

“Wait.” He pulled her hand down. “I never said-”

“Meet me in the kitchen in five,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “Trust me, Wally, you’re not going to want to miss this.”

He took a deep breath as soon as she left, and very reluctantly started to change his clothes. He had a very bad feeling about this, but Iris was his sister, and her ‘exciting plans’ usually amounted to something great. He wasn’t going to chicken out this time.

Wally brought himself back to the present and looked ahead to see his sister disappear just around the bend. Some old resentment rushed to the surface, but so did his stubborn returned need to be there for his sister, and to find out who the hell this boyfriend was.

He could listen to the full recording to find out more possible details, but he knew he’d have to talk to Jesse too. She’d been a natural in her Journalism class since it started. He knew she was a math and science genius, but the way she interrogated and softened in the same breath made him wonder if she’d be more suited as a lawyer or a journalist than an engineer or scientist.

It would be hard though. They hadn’t exactly parted on loving words.

“Go to hell, Wally!”

He winced. Time to grovel and then scheme, just as Iris had taught him.

…

With shaking fingers, Iris pulled her phone back out and called her go-to number in all things end-of-the-world.

“Come on. Pick up, pick up, pick up…” She gnawed on her bottom lip, eager to get to her place so she could grab her car and head on over to North Central City Hospital where Felicity had told her Barry was on the way too.

She couldn’t believe this was happening. First he gets mugged that first week she saw him, and now he’s shot? Just what kind of job did he do and how did Central City suddenly get so violent?

It hardly mattered at the moment, but it was a nagging voice in the back of her mind that she knew she’d have to come back to when all of this was over.

“Hello?” came the chipper voice of one Stacy Conwell.

She knew she could count on her to still be up at almost midnight.

“Stace! Thank God you picked up.”

“Iris?” Stacy’s brows furrowed on the other end. “What’s wrong?”

“Barry’s been shot.”

“What?!”

Iris nodded, tears escaping her now.

“His co-worker just called me, said it happened on the job. She didn’t have many details to share, but I guess there a freak shooter that just came in and Barry was trying to protect people when he was caught in the line of fire.”

“Oh, my God.” Stacy thought frantically for a moment. “Where are you?”

“A couple blocks away from Jitters.”

Stacy frowned. “I thought your shift ended earlier today.”

“It did. I was just-” She was barely holding back tears, so Stacy aborted her line of questioning.

“You know what, you can tell me later. Do you want me to come pick you up?”

“Yes, please.” She sniffled. “He’s at North Central City hospital.”

“Shit. That’s not close.”

“I know, I know!” Iris cried.

“Okay, stay put. I’m coming as fast as I can. Alright?”

Iris nodded and sniffled again. “Okay. Thank you.”

“Yeah. No problem. See you soon, Iris.”

Iris ended the call and huddled against the building she was nearest to. It was pitch black outside, streetlights the only thing keeping the city from falling into complete darkness. It was cold too, and Iris hadn’t brought a coat with her.

Barry’s face flashed before her eyes. Their kisses, their little moments, his love declaration, their dirty texts… Three weeks with this man, and she was already hopelessly in love with him. This couldn’t be the end of their story. She refused.

Unfortunately, when she tried to make her mind think of something else, all it kept going back to was her conversations with Wally and Jesse.

The nerve of that girl, making her think she had the best of intentions, that they were kindred spirits, that she wanted to bring her family back together, when really she… Well, Iris didn’t know what Jesse was up to, but it couldn’t be anything good if she’d planned to record her without her consent. That was the kind of scandalous thing… Well, that she would’ve done before everything got shot to hell.

She’d been so prepared tonight to share everything, to delve into her deepest, darkest secret, known only to the West family, to who was a complete stranger to her. She’d been a fool to think this girl was trustworthy. But in thinking about what she was going to say, it really started to take her back. She’d thought on those memories with regret and distaste but also longing for what had been.

She’d been in high school when it began, in her junior year at Central City High. She’d just enrolled in a Journalism class and found herself fascinated by the topic. Before that, she’d been determined to be a cop. Not solely to piss her dad off, though that was kind of amusing in and of itself, but because she wanted to be a force on the streets, protecting those who needed protecting and making sure other cops were kept in line, sticking to their vow of defending the helpless while maintaining order in the justice system.

But that was before she discovered journalism. In that first class she had fallen hard, not only with the charming professor who spoke about his passion for the truth and the public’s right to know it as if it was the air who breathed, but also the subject itself. It was a beating drum inside her that she couldn’t squelch. And she knew then that this was what she was meant to do.

Unfortunately for her, the types of stories the school newspaper was expected to write were hardly worth talking about. Meetings and basketball games and fundraisers, hardly the stuff she wanted to write. No, she wanted to bring criminals to justice and stop victims from feeling so helpless and unprotected. A story she wanted to write could do that, but at what cost?

She hadn’t considered the repercussions then. And if she had, well, she probably would’ve done the same thing. It would’ve been worth the risk in her mind, just as everything had been…

For Iris West, writer extraordinaire, nothing could come between her and a story.

Even her own and her family’s reputation.

And safety.

The sound of a horn beeping pulled her from her thoughts, and she realized Stacy had finally arrived. She climbed into the car and shut the door, trying to still herself as thoughts of Barry resurfaced.

Stacy reached across the middle to squeeze her hand tightly, and Iris forced a smile. She released her hand then and turned to look out the window, her thoughts drifting to the past once more.

It had started to rain, and thunder rumbled in the distance.

Just like that night so many years ago…

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*will be posted on AO3 and FFnet when beta’d.

#westallen #fanfiction #westallen fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #mixed drink #chapter 20 #fic commission #for andromidagalaxie

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thesimmingspacebard · 4 years

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Game of Thrones Legacy Challenge

Because I love legacy challenges, and I love killing sims, I thought the perfect, fantastical hybrid would be of the Game of Thrones variety. I take inspiration from the books/series, but I change a lot to make for a more satisfying sims-ified generational story. After all, now these great houses are all a related family tree, not competing for power in the same land. So many things will be different, deal with it, don’t @ me.

Okay, into the GoT Legacy challenge.

Base rules:

Every heir must do the political career (AKA King) unless stated otherwise

You have to go through with planned deaths

You must change castle color schemes for each main house

Cheating is allowed to get the intended children

Each child must max one toddler skill and one child aspiration

Asha Greyjoy

After her parents died, Asha did anything to keep her and her siblings afloat. She sold family heirlooms, downsized land, and became a criminal of the high seas. But, now that her siblings have grown, Asha grows tired of defaming her family name. Settling down in what remains of the Greyjoy Manor, Asha sets out to create a dynasty of her own. However, they’re taking that whole family motto (“We Do Not Sow”) pretty seriously. While they do still work odd jobs as a petty criminal, she keeps insisting she’s doing it for the right reasons. Asha wants to make the world a better place than her ancestors did... But she wants to do it in a fast-track kind of way and decides to rise up in the world by marrying a wealthy spouse.

So her new legacy begins.

Asha’s Traits: Gloomy, Outgoing, Good (At heart)

Asha must max out the fishing aspiration

Asha must mount at least 10 fish to her walls

Asha must have at least 3 sons

Asha must have a live-in maid to help with children

Asha must build an opulent castle with her riches (or appropriate the Baratheon Castle I built on the gallery (The_SpaceBard)

You must choose if Asha will quit her criminal career and devote herself to her rowdy children and repairing her lackluster marriage, or stay in the criminal career, take a lover, and have a illegitimate child that her spouse casts out

Robert Baratheon

Leading is hard for Robert Baratheon, particularly with his brother, Stannis, always on his heels. Stannis thinks he’s the better leader, but he respects Robert’s claim to heir. But, despite their uneasy peace, it's always created this unspoken rivalry between the two.

Robert taking everything Stannis ever wants, though, doesn’t help.

When Robert becomes of age, he takes over as head of house. But along with it, he takes Stannis’ high school sweetheart. Will the two find a way to reconcile or will Stannis’ jealousy rip the two (and perhaps the entire kingdom) apart?

Robert’s Traits: Glutton, Slob, Good

Stannis’ Traits: Good, Ambitious, Jealous

Renley’s Traits: Outgoing, Romantic, Active

Renley must die on his young adult birthday

Stannis must have a teen pregnancy resulting in one child: Shireen

Robert must steal Stannis’ partner

Robert must have at least 4 children with said partner: Brandon, Lyanna, Eddard, Benjen

Robert must max out charisma

Robert must die once all his children born

Stannis must join the detective career

You must choose of Stannis forgives his long-lost-beloved and raises his daughter and her children as family or if he sets his wife and daughter on fire and is executed for it

Ned Stark

After the internal bickering of his father and uncle that left the family in ruin, Robert’s children are all too aware of what power can do to their family. Disillusioned with ruling, Brandon leaves the house to his siblings, never to be seen again.

While that leaves Lyanna heir, she’s uninterested in leadership and Eddard (AKA Ned) takes charge. Renaming his family the Starks, he sets out to focus on family first, not power.

Tragedy still strikes, however, over and over until he finds himself the final Stark standing. Things only start looking up when he falls in love and creates a family of his own.

He raises 6 strong children (including the baby of his sister, Lyanna). Though he does not seize more power in his lifetime, he couldn’t be prouder.

Brandon’s Traits: Good, Self-Assured, Hot-Headed

Ned’s Traits: Family-Oriented, Good, Neat

Lyanna Traits: Romantic, Loves the Outdoors, Music Lover

Benjen’s Traits: Loner, Good, Gloomy

Brandon must start the Leader of the Pack aspiration

Brandon must “go missing” when he becomes a young adult (Feel free to get creative, but I will be locking him in a dungeon below)

Benjen must freeze to death

Lyanna must have a teen pregnancy with a much older man

Lyanna must die after giving birth to a son: Jon (can cheat gender)

Ned must marry a jealous redhead

After all his siblings are dead, Ned has five children in rapid succession: Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran, Rickon

You must choose if Ned will raise Jon as a son or as a servant

Sansa Stark

Unlike generations before, and much like Ned hoped, the second Starks did not grow up coveting each other’s talents or responsibilities. Jon dreamed of becoming a simple hunter, Sansa wanted to be a princess, Arya wanted to be an athlete, Bran wanted to be a scholar, and Rickon wanted to be a baker. Every Stark left the house to become their own person, save Robb, Sansa, and Jon. They figured they could maintain their kingdom on their own.

That is, until Robb tragically, suddenly dies and it's up to Sansa to take up the mantle. As a child she just wanted to be a pretty princess and wife, but can she step up and become a queen?

Jon’s Traits: Loner, Dog Lover, Loves The Outdoors

Robb’s Traits: Insider, Outgoing, Self-Absorbed (Or Self-Assured, if you don’t have Get Famous)

Sansa’s Traits: Genius, Materialistic, Ambitious

Arya’s Traits: Active, Hot-Headed, Noncommittal

Rickon’s Traits: Cheerful, Foodie, Squeamish

Bran’s Traits: Gloomy, Bookworm, Unflirty

Robb must start a “Winterfell” club

All Stark children (except Robb, Sansa, and Jon) must leave the castle once they become young adults. That can be for school, romance, death, etc.

Except Robb. Robb MUST die at his own wedding

When Robb dies, Jon gets a dog

Sansa must have 3 children: Rhaegar, Viserys, and Danaerys (Dani, if your fingers don’t want to deal with typing it out). Sansa must have Rhaegar early on and Viserys and Dani much later

You must choose if Sansa dies alongside her son, Rhaegar, in the same tragedy or deliberately gets him killed herself for his abandonment and neglect

Dani Targaryen

Watching the Stark house almost collapse because of all the children going off to do their own things, Rhaegar wanted to whip the house back into shape under a new name: House Targaryen. Ambitious and determined (and a little unhinged), the dragon-like siblings wanted to reclaim glory for their mother who held the castle together in its darkest hours.

That is, until Rhaegar runs off with a pretty young thing and shirks all his duties.

Dani quickly takes over, despite the fact her brother Viserys is always looking over her shoulder and trying to enforce his whims without doing any of the work. Dani will not let bad seeds get in the way of her family legacy, though, no matter the cost

Rhaegar’s Traits: Kleptomaniac, Music Lover, Noncommittal

Viserys’ Traits: Mean, Ambitious, Hot-Headed

Dani’s Traits: Cat Lover, Hot-Headed or Erratic, Genius

Rhaegar must max out the violin skill

Rhaegar must get married, divorce, and remarry a much younger woman

Viserys must turn into a vampire and burn to death

Dani must marry and become a widower within the week

Dani must max out her Debate and Charisma skills

Dani must have 3 very territorial cats and one (possibly adopted) child: Lysa

Dani must extend her life as much as possible

You must choose if Dani will have an illicit affair with an extended family member (descendent of Asha’s illegitimate child/Renley, descendant of Shireen, descendant of the Stark children who left) to produce Lysa or have three more dead spouses, none of which give her a child

Lysa Tully

Lysa grew up with the breaker of chains, the mother of dragon-like cats, the most famous ruler in recent history. She made mountains move with a single word.

It’s not Dani’s fault she didn’t have much time for Lysa. She was making the world better for everyone, including her daughter. And that didn’t affect Lysa much, not really, she just is a little clingy... and stressed out... and just desperately wants to start her own family.

But will a family of her own ever fill the empty space in her heart?

Lysa’s Traits: Paranoid, Family-Oriented, Erratic

Lysa must have only one son: Robin

Robin’s other parent must die

Lysa must have no skills over level 1 other than parenting

Lysa must get fired from politics, leaving Dani to still rule until her great-granddaughter is of age

Lysa must max out the Super Parent aspiration

Lysa’s only close friend is her son

You must decide if Lysa becomes a single parent for life or she’ll find love again

Robin Arryn

Robin’s mother, Lysa, was clingy. It overwhelmed Robin his entire life, especially living in such a large castle with one lonely, overbearing woman following him constantly. He loved her dearly, particularly since he knows how... distant his grandmother can be. But Robin is desperate for breathing room and to make his own mark on their legacy

He was a delicate, uncoordinated child who needed and appreciated the extra hand from Lysa, but now as an adult, Robin just wants to bring color and joy back into the castle. And, in turn, to the people of their kingdom

Robin’s Traits: Squeamish, Creative, Clumsy

Robin must become Lysa’s best friend (until he becomes an adult and marries)

Robin must marry young to a local villager with similar features to his mother

Robin must have two children: Margaery and Loras

Robin must max out the painter and piano skills

Robin must litter the castle with masterpieces ONLY

Margaery Tyrell

Margaery grew up in a complicated home, with two elderly matriarchs running the kingdom. Grandma Lysa was never quite queen material, and Margaery was disgusted with her for it. She identified more with her great-grandmother, the infinite Queen Dani, a cunning dragoness of a ruler.

Growing up idolizing her queen, adoring her father, and sharing everything with her brother, Margaery always felt she was being groomed to be a well-rounded, beloved queen in her own right. When Queen Dani finally passes on, Margaery is sure she will be the monarch Dani always meant her to be. But will she live up to her own expectations?

Margaery’s Traits: Cheerful, Genius, Outgoing

Loras’s Traits: Active, Romantic, Freegan

Young Margaery must be close to Dani until she dies, but hates Lysa

Margaery must take the throne when Dani dies

Margaery must have three children: Cersei, Jaime, and Tyrion

Margaery’s partner must hate Tyrion

Margaery’s partner must also be romantically involved with Loras

You must decide if Margaery or Loras get to have a happily ever after once Tyrion is born. The other must die tragically

Cersei/Tyrion Lannister

The Lannister children grew up knowing that the family and their legacy comes first. But perhaps they took that a tad too literally.

Cersei, the eldest daughter of Queen Margaery, was proud to be the next beautiful woman leading their dynasty. But unlike her foremothers, Cersei refused to take a spouse. She insisted to the kingdom that she does not need a marriage to be great.

Though, her growing brood of golden blonde children is a little confusing for the villagers. Unbeknownst to the people, their second parent is not her noble suitor that she keeps around for appearances, but her twin brother. If their secret is ever discovered, her reign might be doomed and their nosy, judgmental, annoyingly intelligent younger brother may be forced to be the king he never wanted to be.

Tyrion’s Traits: Genius, Good, Gloomy

Cersei’s Traits: Mean, Creative, Ambitious

Jaime’s Traits: Active, Good, Romantic

Cersei must have a “beard” aka a cover romance for her true soulmate situation

Jaime and Cersei must have an illicit relationship since their teenage years and have children together

Cersei must have 4 children: Joffrey, Myrcella, Tommen, Tywin

Joffrey’s Traits: Evil, Mean; Myrcella’s Trait: Creative Tommen’s Trait: Cheerful

Joffrey must die as a teen

The other two Lannister “Purebloods” must get taken away by authorities before they reach their teen years (the fourth one must be taken as an infant)

Once her children are gone, Cersei will die

Once all his nephews/nieces are gone, Tyrion will adopt 2 boys: Doran and Oberyn

You must decide if Jaime comes to his senses and helps run the kingdom with Tyrion or dies with Cersei

Doran and Oberyn Martell

Raised to be the best they can be, Doran and Oberyn were pitted against each other far too often. It created a rivalry between the two that grew insidious over the years. After decades of chaos, clashing ideologies, and lots and lots of death, both men wanted to bring the kingdom into an age of glory. They grew tired of all the broken relationships and want their house to come back together and stay strong. However, they both want to do it very differently. Doran wants to promote education, peace, and humanitarianism. Oberyn prefers expansion, freedom, and nationalism.

The two tolerated each other out of brotherly love, but when their father dies and the crown falls to them, who will lead the kingdom to greatness?

Doran’s Traits: Bookworm, Perfectionist, Self-Assured

Oberyn’s Traits: Romantic, Outgoing, Hot-Headed

Both children must be close to their adoptive father, Tyrion

Doran must max out Logic, Wellness, and Writing

Oberyn must max out Charisma, Singing, and Fitness

Doran and Oberyn must compete at least 10 times over their lifetime (Chess, Fighting, Lottery, Dance fight, Card game, Foosball, Horseshoe game). Have the siblings keep track (trophies, sad clowns, scoreboards, your pick)

They must invite 3 long-lost family members to the castle

You must decide if the intellectual Doran or the charismatic Oberyn leads the castle into a new era; the other must die by public execution

If you decide to play, please tell me! I’ll be doing a YouTube series following my own adventures in the challenge so I’d love to see what you guys do with it.

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itsthemoofacewriting · 4 years

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Midnight dip

This is for the ZoNami event on Tumblr. A huge thank you to Zonamievents, Evilishei and Tali-workshop for organising this.

There’s actually a prequel to this that I have planned, not related to the prompts or event but within the same ‘universe’ at this. I wanted to write that first, but I actually want to post on time for an event for once.

Also, I’m British, so this is going to follow the British education system. It doesn’t’ really matter for this that much though; think it’ll affect the prequel more.

Summary: Because a game of dare or double dare was never going to end well. ZoNami. University AU. Rating: M. Gets a bit explicit towards the end...

Can also be found on AO3 and FFN.

@zonamievents

Enjoy!

It had all started as a bit of fun.

It was a late Friday night and they were all huddled in Usopp’s dorm room playing a game of truth or dare spin the bottle. Except the truth option had been thrown out the window immediately. Luffy had stated they’d all been friends long enough to know each other’s darkest truths so it wouldn’t be exciting. Instead it had been changed to dare or double dare spin the bottle.

Foolishly, they’d all agreed.

So far, it had all been fairly childish. Poor Chopper had to drink a glass of salted milk, Luffy had to do the worm across the floor and Sanji was made to trade shirts with Zoro. Something that had sent the whole group into fits, Zoro’s top on Sanji was fine, even if it did drown Sanji and sent him into a fit of rage. But Sanji’s shirt on Zoro? Zoro couldn’t exhale fully after being forced to button it all the way up and even then, the buttons strained, and the sleeves cut into his arms.

And it had carried on that way until the last dare. The mood in the room changed instantly.

Brook had just dared Franky to streak across campus. It was clear between them all that the childish dares were over.

Franky, to his credit, had barely made a fuss and instead took to discussing the technicalities of the dare. It was easy to say Franky wasn’t ashamed of his body, probably a bit too proud of it if anything. Each of them, at one point or another, had walked into Franky strutting about in just his underwear and, in some cases, more than once.

So they all ran to the window and crowded around it to watch from above as Franky stripped off below in the dark and took off across the green. He hollered whilst whipping his underwear around in circles above his head to draw even more attention to himself, not even bothering to cover his privates. Students that were still out jeered and cat called, which only fuelled the PhD student into making even more of a spectacle.

Ten minutes later and they were clapping as he walked through the door. It would be rude not to, Franky had truly gone above and beyond. He laughed and bowed before he sat back down next to Robin.

It was Usopp’s turn to spin the bottle next and everyone fell silent again, jitters filling the air as the bar had just be raised. Nami was trying to will it not to fall on her, she’d already gone earlier in the game and had to hug Sanji. Bless Chopper, his dares weren’t the best, but he’d really tried, and even she knew she’d had an easy pass.

But now. Now she was nervous.

Everyone watched with bated breath as it spun, and her stomach dropped as she watched it slow down, closing in on her. It wobbled and then stopped, aimed at her.

She desperately tried to keep a poker face and pretend to be unbothered that it’d landed on her, but that was hard to do when Usopp had such a vicious twinkle in his eye. She tried to keep calm because really, what could be worse than streaking?

“You have to go skinny dipping,” Usopp said deviously, his face filled with mirth.

“What?!” She said, appalled at the suggestion.

“And take Zoro, he’s got uncanny luck with this,” Usopp added casually, jabbing his thumb towards the man seated next to her. It was true, so far, the bottle hadn’t landed on Zoro and he hadn’t had to complete a single dare. The top switching had been Sanji’s dare that he’d been dragged into. Even if it still felt like punishment.

“Oi, why am I being dragged into this?” Zoro argued, arms crossed despite the shirt’s protests.

“You’re her boyfriend and you’ll make sure she’ll actually do it.”

“Robin didn’t have to streak with Franky and they’re together!” Nami had no idea why she was trying to wiggle Zoro out of this instead of herself, but it’s really all she had right now.

“Robin’s already had her own dare and Zoro’s a man of his word. He knew the rules upon entering and I have no doubt he’ll see it through.”

Goddamn Usopp’s flawless logic. She was going to strangle him after all of this.

“Also, Zoro’s good for protection,” Robin chimed in. “Late night skinny dipping isn’t safe for a woman alone, unfortunately.”

Zoro frowned at their reasoning and Nami knew he was mulling it over. He was going to cave. That traitor.

Usopp intervened before Nami could protest any further. “Of course, if you don’t want to do that, there’s always the double dare option.” Usopp’s eyes strayed to Sanji as he said that and Nami was flabbergasted at her best friend’s cunning. They’d definitely spent too much time together.

She grit her teeth, knowing she’d run out of options but refused to back down and Usopp met her gaze unwaveringly, the smirk challenging her to take the double dare instead.

The nail in the coffin was when Sanji threw his arm into the air and spoke up, “I volunteer to go with Nami!”

Zoro was on his feet and pulling Nami out of the door before anyone could chime in, Usopp shouting behind them it had to be at least half an hour.

“This is so stupid!” Nami hissed as they walked towards the indoor pool located across campus. It’d be long closed by now, so not only did they have to swim naked but also break in.

“I know, but we agreed to play so we have to see it through,” Zoro said firmly, not budging.

“Come on Zoro, no one will know if we don’t do it. We can just go shower with our clothes on and go back.”

Zoro seemed to contemplate that and for a moment, she thought she’d won him over. It was a good idea after all.

Until, “Franky didn’t get that option.”

So close.

“Franky’s an idiot for not thinking of it!” Even if his dare had been hilarious, it’s not her fault he’s eager to show off his body.

“What are you really worried about?” He was eyeing her critically and she knew she was busted. There was no point lying, he’d see straight through her.

Head low, she murmured under her breath.

He stopped walking and turned to her. “What?”

“It’s embarrassing!” She blurted, face starting to colour at the admission.

Zoro looked confused. “Nami, I’ve seen you naked before. How is this any different?”

That didn’t help the flush on her face. “Because it’s out in the open and what if we get caught?”

“You’re with me, we’re not getting caught and after all the other stupid stuff we’ve done, this isn’t that big.” He caught her hand and pulled slightly to get her to walk again.

It was true though. Their group was notorious around campus for their hijinks, although Nami would argue it’s all Luffy’s fault. Even though she definitely started that fight at the last party they’d thrown.

Zoro sighed. “I’m sure you can weasel your way into charging Usopp for this.”

“Oh! You’re a genius Zoro, you’re absolutely right, I can!” She gave him a swift kiss of the cheek and started skipping, enthused at the idea and now pulling him along instead.

Her enthusiasm died a death when the swimming pool building came into view, but she didn’t have much time to think about it as Zoro hurried her along to the back door of the building. It was a balmy night already but the thought of what she was about to do only made them sweat more.

“This is so stupid,” Nami grumbled under her breath, she gained nothing from this other than humiliation.

“Quit you’re whining and hurry up before we get spotted!” His back towards her and his eye trained on the landscape around them.

She heard the last click and the door slowly creeped open.

They both agreed to keep the lights switched off to avoid drawing attention, the moonlight filtering in through the large glass windows was enough to illuminate the room and the swimming pool twinkled back at them. It would almost be romantic if they hadn’t just broken in and were about to strip naked to fulfil a dare from their stupid friend.

If the atmosphere was awkward when they entered, Zoro either wasn’t aware or paying attention to it as he casually stripped. But Nami was and her eyes tore away from him as he dropped the last piece of clothing on his body, instead trying to focus on the belt around her hips. He’d did it with such ease and yet she was still fully dressed. Somehow that made this even worse.

Behind her, Zoro rolled his eye, taking in the still clothed form of his girlfriend.

“I actually wanted to go to the gym in the morning,” He whispered into her ear, having crept up behind her.

She jumped, but kept her voice level, “No one’s stopping you.”

“You are if you don’t hurry up.” His hands slid over hers, making quick work of her belt and letting it fall to the floor, then moving on to her skirt. “But I have no qualms with helping you.”

Goosebumps erupted along her arms when he said that, his breath hot on her neck and she briefly wondered if he was trying to get her to relax. If he was, it was working as she felt their normal banter coming to the surface.

“Oh, how chivalrous of you,” amusement in her tone as she turned around to face him. Her hands gripped the bottom of her top to pull it over her head and his shortly after found the clasp of her bra to join her top on the floor.

“There we go, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He looked far too pleased with himself and before she could question it, he was bending down, his arms wrapping around her bare legs to heave her up on his shoulder.

“Ready?” And his body was turning towards the pool and she swore when she looked over his shoulder at the pool it twinkled ominously at her.

Oh, god no. She knew exactly what this meant.

“Wait, no, Zoro! Let me down!” She screeched, her hands smacking at his back. She wasn’t worried about him dropping her, but she wanted to do this with some grace at least.

But her pleas fell on deaf ears as he started running towards the pool.

“No, Zoro-” She tried again but was cut off by him

“Hold your breath.”

And suddenly he was jumping, his arms tightening around her. She managed to hold her breath just in time as they met the freezing water.

It was only a second underwater before Zoro was pushing them back up to the surface and he adjusted her so that she was no longer hanging over his shoulder.

“You idiot,” she spluttered, her hands furiously trying to push her hair away from her face and keep her balance. She could only imagine how many tangles would be in it after this.

It seemed he hadn’t heard her; his head was thrown back and his laugh echoed around the empty building. No doubt at her bedraggled appearance but she couldn’t find it in herself to be angry with him. They’d both been stressed lately; University was only getter harder as the years went on and it’d been a while since she’d truly seen him so relaxed. But that didn’t mean she’d let him get away with it. She removed one hand from his shoulder to splash water at his face.

“Oi, that went in my mouth!” He’d stopped laughing now, but there was still humour in his voice.

“Serves you right, enjoy chlorine and pee!” It was her turn to laugh at his disgruntled face, but it didn’t last long when a smirk crawled across his face.

Nami didn’t like that look and suddenly she was pushing away from his body to swim away in fear of retribution. She didn’t get far when he caught her foot to drag her back towards him and the room was filled with her giggles as she glided across the water.

The fact that they were naked, in a pool late at night after illegally breaking in slipped from their minds as they started to mess around. Both splashing water at each other, Zoro carrying Nami around the pool on his back and having mini races across the length of the pool, as they completely lost themselves to the moment. They were either unaware or didn’t care that they’d been in the pool well over half an hour.

They calmed down shortly afterwards and as Nami took in the sight of Zoro laid on his back, floating as he looked up at the ceiling, she realised how silly she’d been. What had she even been nervous for? It was Zoro, for god sake. She’d known him for so many years, that of course if he was here it’d be fine.

Following his lead, she turned on her back to float towards the ceiling and somehow managed to bump into him, the water gliding her towards him.

“This is nice,” she said softly, reaching for his hand so she didn’t float away.

“See, told you it’d be okay.” His hand gripped hers back.

“Yeah, yeah, enjoy your one moment.” Nami rolled her eyes at him, not that he could see that. “The view’s pretty good too.” And her gaze left the ceiling to flit over his body before coyly smirking at him when he turned to look back at her.

He matched her expression, his gaze tracing a similar path over her body. “Yeah, have to agree with you there,” he responded lowly.

Gone was the serene atmosphere, instead replaced with something heavier when Zoro’s eye flitted down to her lips again but it was Nami who drew in closer to seal their lips together. The angle was slightly awkward, until he stood up to walk closer to her and bring her in. She followed his lead and the new position meant she could slant their lips together and drape her arms over his broad shoulders.

His hands slid along her waist and encouraged her to press even closer until their chests were pressed together. When her tongue swept across his bottom lip, his hands smoothed along her body to her behind and she took the initiative to wrap her legs around his waist.

The new position raised her slightly and when Zoro was finished exploring her mouth, he left her lips to trail kisses down her neck, his teeth nipping along the way. She moaned, her hands threading through his hair to keep him pressed against her neck and ground her hips against him. He groaned back and started walking them towards the shallower section of the pool where he sat her on the edge and stood between her parted legs.

She could feel him hard and pressed up against her thigh and when his thumb brushed against her nipple, she rolled her hips against him.

“Eager?” She could feel him smirking against her neck.

“And you aren’t?” To prove her point, she rolled her hips again and felt the hand clutching at her hip dig in slightly.

One of her hands left his hair to travel between his legs to grip his cock and she nipped at his lip before whispering in his ear, “Come on Zoro, you said it yourself, you don’t have all night.”

That seemed to get him moving. Their next kiss was bruising, lips hurriedly moving against the others as he rolled his hips into hers and just as she was about to say something else, his hand was teasing her lips between her legs. It may not have been exactly what she was after, but it was something. She moaned against his lips and rolled her hips into his fingers, hands pulling at his hair to anchor herself to something.

He groaned back when he felt how wet she was and that seemed to be the thing that pushed him over the edge, his hand moved from between her legs to grab her hips and bring her closer. One hand kept her close whilst he used his other to line himself up with her but suddenly stilled and she groaned in frustration when he didn’t push into her like she expected.

His palm covered her mouth and he was no longer looking at her, looking to the side and concentrated on the sounds around them. She stilled, going stiff at his sudden shift in demeanour and tried to listen for anything new.

In the distance they heard a quiet, “Hello? Is someone here?” and the lights in the corridor leading to the main door to the swimming pool flicked on.

Nami could feel the colour draining from her face as she looked in horror towards the main door.

That threw cold water on the mood.

“Oh shit! Move, move!” Zoro harshly whispered, pushing her legs out of the water before hurriedly pulling himself out of the pool. He was grabbing at her hand to pull her to her feet once he was out and that seemed to get her moving.

They both ran around trying to find their clothes, throwing pieces they’d picked up that weren’t theirs to the other and frantically dressing so they were at least somewhat decent before they went outside. Zoro finished before her and pushed her shaking hands away to finish buttoning up her skirt, throwing her belt over his shoulder.

“Wait, Zoro, where’s my-”

But he didn’t stop to listen, his hands urgently pushing her towards the door they’d come through as he eyed the other door where the lights had just turned on.

They’d just made it outside and up the little hill behind some bushes when the main lights to the pool flicked on, the person walking around inquisitively.

“Zoro-,” Nami whispered next to him.

“Shh, not now. I wonder if they’re going to come out here?” He whispered back, eye trained on the room, watching the person walk around.

“Zoro,” Nami whispered harshly, unamused at being ignored and interrupted, “Give me my underwear.”

That finally caught his attention. He turned to look at her in surprise. “Huh? I don’t have your underwear?”

“What?! But I saw you pick up something?”

And Zoro raised his hand to show his own underwear, not hers.

“Then…If you don’t have it…”

And their heads snapped back to watch the person cautiously walking around the swimming pool and stopped at the small pile of fabric on the floor.

Nami’s underwear.

The person poked at it and as soon as they identified what it was, shook their head and pinched it between their fingers before dumping it into the bin.

“That was my nicest pair, I have a matching bra!” Nami bemoaned and briefly, she wondered if she’d be able to break in again to steal it back.

“There’s no way you’re going back for them.” Damn it, Zoro knew her too well.

“You owe me a new thong! You have no idea how expensive that was,” Nami said venomously.

“You can’t be serious? How is this my fault?” He argued back.

“Had enough time to pick up your underwear I see?” She raised an eyebrow at the boxers in his hands. The absolute insult, they were so cheap and came from the supermarket. Honestly, he had no taste.

He spluttered back at her. “You didn’t say anything!”

“I tried to, but you pushed me.”

“Did you want to get caught standing commando discussing your underwear?”

Nami huffed but had to admit he was right. Begrudgingly.

“Let’s go, I’m getting a draft,” Nami sighed, mourning the loss, there was no getting them back now.

He barked a laugh behind her but followed, keeping low until they were far away from the building and on their way back to her dorm room. The game of dare or double dare long forgotten.

The next day, no one mentioned the email the whole student body received, warning them all about the repercussions of breaking into locked buildings or having private swimming lessons late at night.

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Nothing brings me more joy than cockblocking my OTPs and pretending security cameras don’t exist.

Please excuse any mistakes.

Thanks for reading.

#ZoNamiWeek2020 #ZoNami #ZoNa #Swordgust #ZoroNami #opfanfic #opwriting #one piece #Zoro #Nami

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amratsu · 4 years

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alright these girls have haunted me for about a whole month now time to break it all down for anyone vaguely interested in them

hololive/vtuber 101 below the read more

THE FUCK IS HOLOLIVE?: An idol agency except all of its roughly 20 or so girls are youtube streamers who have their identity protected by a live2d avatar. They recently had a very fun live concert and all of them have or will have 3d models, but the majority of content is just them streaming whatever's their fancy at the time. (As of 2/17/2020 a lot of them play a lot of ARK, thank Coco for that) Therefore, they're part of the new form of niche culture called Vtuber.

THE FUCK IS A VTUBER?: Virtual youtubers. Like a normal streamer but, again, live2d portrait instead of their actual face. That's basically it. Content is about as varied as any other youtuber.

ALRIGHT, WHO WE GOT?: Hololive's split into OG Tokino Sora, the girls alongside her who are also primarily 3d, and then 'generations'. Just plug in their names and you'll find their channel easy. Again, variety differs between all the girls, but expect a lot of Nintendo games, chat streams, karaoke, and Minecraft across the board.

-Tokino Sora OG mom slash idol, debuted all the way back in 2017. Probably the only proper idol in all of Hololive. Warm, friendly, relaxing. She mostly does 3d variety streams and song debuts so she's hard to follow without advanced japanese.

-Roboco(-san) Pose happy killer robo with a notably smokey voice and calming demeanor. Plays a large amount of minecraft and first-person games in general; recent streams include ARK, Pokemon Mystery Dungeon remaster, Apex, and Fortnite.

-Sakura Miko ELIIIITE MLG miko idol with a tendency to swear a bit. High energy, fully embraced 'press f', gives herself sunglasses during streams, great friends with Pekora. Also notably into eroge. Did a full playthrough of Papers Please lately and is one of the most addicted to ARK (21 streams at around 4-5 hours each.)

1st Generation -Yozora Mel Sleepy vampire with the occasional killer instinct. Soothing, gentle, kind of lewd. Very much into nintendo games with Smash, Ring Fit, SwoSh, and Mario Kart being her latest content, but she's a little slower with the output. Part of the lewd blonde club with Aki, Haato, and Choco, who were demonetized until recently.

-Aki Rosenthal Cyber elf with detachable twin tails. Pretty similar to Mel in disposition, though less sleepy and more...I want to say 'fantastical'. Recently gained popularity due to her buck naked superhuman beefcake character in ARK, with Kerbal, Go Home, and some ASMR rounding out the rest of her content.

-Natsuiro Matsuri Eternal 17 year old cheerleader from the class next door, Matsuri is a high energy raging lesbian who's also a complete sweetie. Her infamous bandaid clip is what got a lot of western fans into Hololive. Plays a wide variety of games but also twitcasts at random times of the day like when she's in bed or in the bath, just to chat with her viewers about what's on her mind. Well loved.

-Akai Haato The ESL transfer student, girl next door, Haato is, well, exactly that. Commonly traveling for studies, Haato is a bubbly girl with a fine sense for aesthetics; you'll catch her making elaborate builds in Minecraft or playing visual novels during streams, along with a smattering of other games. Notable in that she's the only girl that'll do purely English streams, likely to help with her own education. Also kind of a baka.

2nd Generation -Minato Aqua Disaster masochist maid who's actually stupidly good at video games sometimes. She's both mischievous and hard working, massively popular in China, and, again, stupidly good at games. Soulsborne speedruns, PUBG, ARK (also one of the most addicted), Minecraft (seeing a pattern?), League if you catch her bilibili streams...but she's also the one who will spend a stream calling the other girls and asking them to bully her. Wild card gremlin.

-Murasaki Shion Genius mage who doesn't do a lot with her magic. Pretty well known for her 'neeeeeee', with a distinctly smug avatar/voice. Pretty good at games too, with a variety of Pokemon, retro games, Minecraft, Smash, horror, Mario Kart, etc. Excellent singing voice too, would recommend her covers.

-Yuzuki Choco The totally-not-a-succubus demon nurse at your highschool, Choco embodies :sweating:. Obviously she's lewd, but there's also a silly and petulant side to her that's fun to watch too. ASMR is her specialty. She's also, surprisingly, really into Dead By Daylight, so if that combination sounds fun to you hit her up.

-Oozora Subaru If Haato is the girl next door, Subaru's the bro next door. A very down to earth but energetic and sporty tomgirl, she recently spent three streams and sixteen hours on trying to take down Sans. Other recent things include Live A Live, The Witch's House, and GTA. Refreshingly easy to relate to compared to the other girls sometimes.

-Nakiri Ayame Hello, honored humans~ Hololive's millenium old oni. Has a peculiar way of speaking, especially in her pronouns, which lends a certain charm if you can got on board with it; happy go lucky, easy to like, and really cute on top of all that. Recently recovered from sickness (as of 2/26) so was the last to get on the Ark craze, she's actually very fond of multiplayer games as a way of 'getting to know mortals'. Apex Legends, Mario Kart, Splatoon, etc.

GAMERS: A sort of generation on its own, and also a kind of weird designation when all the girls game so frequently. Oh well!

-Shirakami Fubuki Fox. Not a cat. Super cheerful, makes a lot of weird noises that people turn into youtube poops (that she encourages), and also a helluva gamer. Plays plenty of battle royales, ARK, and of course Nintendo/Minecraft stuff. Infamous for her absolute feral hunter instincts in Project Winter, where she commonly massacres the entire map on her lonesome when she's the traitor.

-Ookami Mio Mom wolf who has to play tsukkomi (straightman) to basically all of Hololive sometimes. Which makes it all the more hilarious during her semi-common charisma breaks, like during Haato's recent English Exam stream. Has been into EDF, Pokemon, Ghost Trick, and Splatoon lately.

-Nekomata Okayu The sleepy smug cat with the most chill personality. Notably very, VERY close with Korone, and in general kind of a playboy in general. Never denies it or any of her myriad transgressions though. Her Mother 2 run has been fun recently, but really you could just tune into her frequent chat streams and relax that way.

-Inugami Korone Dog. An oddball who kind of just goes at her own pace, playing all sorts of weird games like Nyanpo (the pokemon prototype) and weird PS1 retro games. Shows a disturbingly violent side sometimes; her ongoing Blasphemous run and recent RE4 runs have shown how much she's into that kind of stuff. But also she's still a dog, so really don't worry.

Inonaka Music: -AZKi AZKi is closely associated with Hololive but is really more of her own thing, being even more idol than Sora is. Doesn't stream much if at all, has her own album out, does music collabs more than anything else, etc. Helluva singer though.

-Hoshimachi Suisei The vtuber idol who's totally not a psychopath, and totally a goddess at tetris. Like Fubuki, made a name for herself with her psychotic rampages in Project Winter, and also very much unfazed by horror games. Really fucking good at tetris too, doing 98v1 streams lately in Tetris 99, and a godly songstress too. Her karaoke streams are to die for.

3rd Generation: Also known as Hololive Fantasy. These girls are particularly close to each other. If you can find translated clips, I definitely recommend their host club streams where they compete in seducing other Vtubers. (Yes. That's serious)

-Usada Pekora AH^HA^HA^. You'd think she was a cute rabbit, but no! It's a Tewi level shitposter combined with some legit video game skills. She likes playing the heel deliberately just for shits and giggles, like when she nearly walked off with Miko's Nether Star. She's in fact very close to Miko, their relationship being both great friends and great rivals. Definitely one of the most addicted to ARK too; she's been making headway in conquering the ocean.

-Shiranui Flare Handsome half-elf archer, Flare's the designated tsukkomi of the third generation. She's definitely the most down to earth of them, charismatic to boot, and does as she pleases with a relaxed personality and husky, smokey voice. Very very VERY close to Noel. You'll find some really fun playthroughs of various action games like Dark Souls, Bayonetta, and Sekiro on her channel, and thanks to her picking up game mechanics fast they're fun to watch for anyone.

-Shirogane Noel Knight Captain of the Shirogane Knights, Noel's...kind of an airhead, actually. But she's definitely a pleasant, softspoken sort of person who's incredibly relaxing to listen to. Also a big eater, you'll hear her talk about beef bowls and muscles a lot. Just try not to stare too much at her 'pectorals.' As mentioned, VERY close to Flare (they just had a two day long date to a ryokan). Plays whatever with no focus in particular.

-Uruha Rushia The cute, soft, innocent apprentice necromancer, Rushia occasionally comes out of the gates roaring with rage filled screams before chilling out. An absolute cutie though, who loves her fans very much (though really every Hololive member does), her attempts to be cool and reliable lend to some great comedy. She's got a great singing voice if you can find one of her bilibili streams, and otherwise plays a wide variety of things.

-Houshou Marine A~hoy~. The completely safe for work, modern, not-cosplay eternal 17 pirate...and everything I just said was a lie. Most of it anyways. Marine's a riot of a lady with an incredibly dirty mind and dirtier motor mouth, great voice acting ability, and knack for art that she'll happily show off (among other things). Definitely one of my favorites, you'll find plenty of chat and art content on her channel, along with some of the most Ark addiction and a full array of Touhou game playthroughs.

4th Generation: Hololive's newest five girls, it's been a month and change since they debuted. They're notable for working together on some of the most wild content Hololive's put out so far, all helmed by a certain dragon. But we'll get to that.

-Tokoyami Towa The little devil that does whatever she wants, Towa's known for a couple of other things at this point: refreshingly honest personality, Pokemon playthroughs with an eclectic choice in team comp, and her charmingly atypical tomboy voice (though her mic's not amazing). Great singer, super funny if you can find the rare translated clip of her, and was an absolute menace at the recent Hololive werewolf/mafia game. How she managed to fake being a Seer from day one and nearly win, I'll never know.

-Tsunomaki Watame Hololive's bouncy sheep. Ram? Something like that. A very girly, friendly, lightly ara-ara personality, she's an honest and open with her feelings sort of girl. Earnest laughter at chat and games, real emotional tears while watching the live concert with her generation mates, Watame's a total sweetheart who streams a bit of music everyday as the pre-show to Coco's Morning Shitposts (official name). She's also gotten very close to her senpais in some regards...but above all she likes singing, chilling out in Minecraft, and recently playing through a couple Kirby games.

-Himemori Luna If you want to see a completely innocent cinnamon roll looking character say things like 'ass' and 'don't f*cking take crystal m*th', Luna's your gal. Her high pitched, almost childlike voice takes a bit of getting used to but she's a sweetheart that just has fun no matter what she's doing. But she'll also say a bunch of really funny shit while doing it just from sheer juxtaposition of her voice/appearance and the vocabulary. Surprisingly good at video games too.

-Amane Kanata PP Tenshi. Perfect Pitch, Powerpoint...Kanata's a bit of a sheltered honor student sort of girl who has an incredible vocal range, so much you'd be forgiven for thinking she was a professional voice actor or singer. She loves playing along with jokes even if she doesn't get them some times, and is really close with Coco. If not for said dragon she'd be the biggest memelord in the 4th generation, but alas; her channel has lots of collabs with fellow members and a series of cute 'research' videos on the various generations of Hololive. Unfortunately untranslated though.

-Kiryuu Coco The one, the only, the President of Nishinari herself, Coco has been a force of nature since she debuted. Her vulgar sense of humor, rapid fire jokester nature, fluent English speaking, and complete conversion of Hololive to the wonders of dinosaur taming in Ark has made her one of the most subscribed girls in a matter of weeks. Every day at 6am JST or 1pm PST, she does a quick 20 minute gig called Coco News (officially translated as Coco's Morning Shitpost) where she reports on the various ongoings in Hololive. This ingeniously brings attention to the silly crap everyone's been up to, really fostering a sense of community between the girls you don't see elsewhere, while also being a riot to watch as she roasts everyone for their silliness (with full permission). Other notable memes include her stalwart boycotting of Nintendo Switches, her desire to fund a Hololive house, and her recent Hitman 2 run.

#Hololive #Virtual Youtuber #Inonaka Music

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a-world-in-grey · 4 years

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Sunshine Never Stops au hcs

Because this au is All The Fluff and bby!Sola is giving me cavities.

-Ardyn helps Sola pack her things - cheerfully abusing his armiger to pack up all Sola’s stuff - while Sola writes a note for her parents explaining that she’s with Uncle and she’ll be back as soon as she cures him.

-Sola No. (Sola Yes.)

-Ardyn keeps Sola firmly away from the public for the next seven years, teaching Fiercest Niece pretty much everything he knows. Sola’s not a genius, but she’s stubborn and determined and soaks everything up as fast as she possibly can.

-This includes Science. Sola is Not A Fan Of Science. But if Science will cure Uncle, then Science she will learn.

-This leads to Sola meeting Besithia and following him around and asking Questions about the Scourge. Besithia is Offended when the six year old calls his research unoriginal and vows that she’ll find a way to do the so called impossible.

-The day Sola actually manages to come up with a working theory on why the Starscourge is vulnerable to sunlight is the day Besithia is Offended, and when Sola’s work with a medical task force to create a viable treatment for the early stages of vanishing sickness building off of said theory is published world wide is the day Besithia declares the twelve year old a Rival.

-Sola adds insult to injury by blowing a raspberry at him.

-Of course, now that his darling niece (Ardyn is so proud) is firmly established as his niece Alata Mederi, Ardyn decides it’s the perfect time to advance Alata’s lessons by introducing her to the Niflheim Court.

-Alata is distinctly Unimpressed. The Court collectively decides that Alata is going to be a nightmare when she grows up and can’t decide if it would be better to ally with or try to eliminate her. And Alata meets one Loqi Tummelt, all of eight years old, when Ardyn intervenes on behalf of Prince Icarus before Alata decides to go from considering to actually disemboweling the twenty- going on twenty-one year old Imperial Heir and shoos Alata off.

-Unfortunately for Loqi, Alata decides that anyone who so clearly admires her Uncle Cor is clearly her best friend, and neglects to give Loqi the option to refuse. Also unfortunately for Loqi, his family is of more minor nobility and all but leap at the chance to forge a connection between their family and the High Chancellor.

-Which means Loqi, brilliant Loqi who is genuinely smart if not quite on Ignis’ level, gets to join Alata’s lessons, martial and academic. Where Alata proceeds to bruise him and his ego, and completely shatter his worldview on Niflheim’s superiority to the Lucian savages.

-Due to the events that lead to Alata getting her Giant Death Cat (yes, I’m absolutely giving her Abyssus in this au as well, because it’s going to drive Loqi up the wall) and tearing the Kings of the Lucii a new one, Loqi learns that a) his best friend is King Regis’ eldest daughter, and b) his best friend doesn’t have two Braincells to rub together.

-Yes, he’s calling his best friend a dumbass (shut UP Alata you know I’m right-)

-And that’s how Loqi receives the dubious honor of becoming Alata’s Shield (even if the new magic lessons are cool). Ardyn claps Loqi on the shoulder and wishes him good luck. Alata flips her Uncle the middle finger.

-This means Loqi is witness to the regular debates between Alata and Prince Icarus, who despite being nine years Alata’s senior did not learn at Ardyn’s knee, and as such regularly loses to Alata. And if it weren’t for the fact that Loqi knows Alata is loyal to both Niflheim and Lucis he would wonder if Alata is attempting to sow dissention among Niflheim’s Court.

-She’s not. Alata just thinks Iedolas is a horrible ruler and thinks Icarus would make a better one if the Prince would dislodge that stick he welded to his spine. Even if it takes coming at it from a less moral and more practical argument. Like if your population catches the vanishing sickness from the miasma powering your MTs, soon you won’t have a population because they’ll have vanished.

-Then fifteen-year old Alata catches wind of rumors to assassinate the Crown Prince of Lucis (elder heir missing, the younger but a child, vulnerable, the courtiers whisper) and eleven-year old Loqi sees his Queen furious for the first time.

-And well, he’s not letting her run off to Lucis on her own, no matter how much distaste the thought of wandering through such a climate inspires, so he simply packs his own bags and meets her at the secret tunnel she doesn’t think he knows about.

#Sunshine Never Stops au #ffxv #Sola Lucis Caelum #Ardyn Izunia #Alata Mederi #Loqi Tummelt #Verstael Besithia #Icarus Aldercapt #I ACTUALLY HAVE A WORKING THEORY FOR THE STARSCOURGE AND SUNLIGHT #THANK YOU SCIENCE FRIENDS #Also Loqi I am apologizing in advance #you did not sign up to Braincell a Lucis Caelum #whatever plans you thought you had for the future #are now firmly out the window #never to be seen again #on the bright side #Loqi will get to meet Cor

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herocentral · 4 years

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Possible Hero 6

Authors notes: Well folks this is it we’re in the endgame now, so watch as the final countdown to catastrophe begins!

Kim Possible & Big Hero 6 (c) Disney

Chapter 10: Countdown to Catastrophe Pt 3:

It was now daytime over San Fransokyo however all was not well Baymax in his armour was carrying Hiro, not on his back but held him by his left arm. Hiro struggled to get free from his friends grip but couldn’t.

“Baymax you have to listen to me!” Hiro pleaded but had no response as Baymax’s eyes glowed red he knew it was no longer his friend but he was under the control of someone else.

Hiro tried reaching for his armour access port so he could remove the chip that was responsible for this but couldn’t reach. Baymax then turned to him.

“Do not.” He said in a deep voice and Hiro just gave up.

The robot flew towards a cliff side far from the city and there was a small cave entrance. They flew in and at the end of the tunnel was a steel door which upon Baymax’s landing opened to reveal a tunnel.As they entered Hiro struggled to break free from Baymax’s grip but couldn’t.

“Resistance will result in further injury.” Baymax advised in a deep voice.

Hiro looked in surprise just then the door in front of them opened and they walked inside. They passed Momakase who was busy dicing sushi with her graphene katanas she took a moment to look and see their new prisoner.

Meanwhile Globby and Noodle Burger boy were busy playing poker as Hiro and Baymax walked by.

“Golly mister, I’ve got a noodle supreme with all the fixings.” Noodle burger boy said as he showed his hand.

“Gah knock it off with all the fast food jabber its confusing!” Globby groaned.

Baymax escorted Hiro down the hall of this strange complex then suddenly the young genius heard the sound of a familiar voice.

“Hi Hiro.” Said the voice. “Trina?” Hiro said and he looked to see the head of a brown haired girl with greyish blue eyes sitting on the table near him and there were wires coming out of it.

“GAH!” Hiro said in shock! “Y, you’re a..” “A robot, obviously” Trina answered as her body tapped Hiro’s shoulder it was wearing a pink shirt with grey pants and dark red shoes and wore black fingerless gloves on her hands.

Hiro was shocked to see and find out that a friend he met at the bot fighting arena and was responsible for using some of the contestants robots to commit crimes was really a robot the whole time.

“Uh obviously.” Hiro said stuttering “You never figured it out? Thats so pathetic it’s cute.” She said as her body did the gestures.

Hiro just looked back on the robot and then suddenly realised how her voice sound a lot like Kims a rather strange coincidence really. Baymax and Hiro continued down the hall way until another voice emerged one he was all too familiar with indeed.

“Well well well look who it is.” Hiro looked to see Shego leaning on the left wall filing her nails and smirked.

“Are you ever not going to get captured by the bad guys kid.” She said practically gloating. “Still this does make a change from last time doesn’t it, but it’s kind of ironic that your so called family is the one to bring you to the bad guys instead.” She walked over and looked him in the eyes.

“Yeah why don’t you take a picture Shego it’ll last longer.” Hiro glared.

“Hm not a bad idea.” Shego said as she pulled out her phone and took a picture of Hiro being held hostage by Baymax.

“I still can’t believe you decided to work with Obake!” Hiro glared.

“Hey nothing personal kid it’s just business, besides for once I’m on the winning side.” Shego smirked.

“Yeah and what happens when the winning side cuts you loose.” Hiro said as controlled Baymax pulled him away.

“Talk to the hand kid.” Shego brushed off. With that Baymax took Hiro to the end of the corridor and saw a glowing green light from the doors window.

The door opened and Hiro saw standing over a collection of monitor screens showing a map of the city a surveillance footage of his friends, Ron and Rufus in the Lucky Cat Cafe and some schematics for a device and the man watching them was Obake himself.

“Hiro Hamada, welcome.” Obake greeted as he turned to face his captive.

Hiro’s Garage Lucky cat Cafe:

Meanwhile back at the garage at the Lucky Cat Cafe the rest of Big Hero 6, Ron and Rufus were present, but Honey Lemon waited at the garage door rather anxious as a certain young genius was no where to be seen. However Ron was worried too he still hadn’t heard from Kim about what happened at Night Market.

“Oh Hiro was supposed to meet us.” Honey said holding a lock of her hair.

“Its not just him I still can’t get word from KP do you think she’s okay?” Ron said still brooding over the Kimmunicator.

“Ron relax I’m sure she’s fine she’ll get here soon.” Wasabi assured and Rufus backed that up with a consoling tap on Rons shoulder.

“Its defiantly weird.” Everyone then turned to Fred looking over the conspiracy board.

“People who make elaborate conspiracy boards are usually pretty reliable.” Fred then said.

“Uh huh.” Rufus agreed. “Great but it still doesn’t tell us what the bad guys planning.” Wasabi said.

“There has to be a pattern somewhere?” Gogo said, Ron looked over the board himself and he wished Kim was here as she could figure out the pattern faster than anyone. However when Ron looked over the board he suddenly noticed something and just like that something clicked.

“Hold the nacos guys!” Ron exclaimed getting their attention. “I think you’ve been looking at this all wrong!”

“Ron, explain now!” Gogo said simply wanting to know what he was talking about.

“You shouldn’t be looking for a pattern in the threads, you should be looking at the things that have been raised from the pattern.” Ron explained and it seemed everyone seem to know what he was talking about.

“Obake has the magnet from the school.” Gogo said looking at the large magnet that was stolen on Halloween night.

“And he was doing something in the bay.” Fred added.

“Yeah hence why he helped you guys stop that Baron Von Steamer dude right, but why?” Ron then asked Wasabi then realised something.

“What if he was turning H2O into D2O?” Wasabi said

“D20?” Ron asked. “Yeah it’s known fact that sea water if properly converted can be turned from H2O into an element known as D2O.” Wasabi explained.

“Which means what?” Ron asked again still confused.

“Heavy water, that can be used as fuel.” Gogo then explained.

“Uh huh I mean I don’t get it but ah huh.” Fred said.

“Oh right I think I had that on a science test once, I think it was one of the questions I got wrong.” Ron realised. “But fuel for what?”

“I don’t know but we know he was obsessed with Shimamoto.” Honey said looking at an old newspaper clipping about the city rising painting.

“Okay okay but what about the energy amplifying thing, Granville said he tried to make one but failed, and you said Yama blackmailed Hiro into stealing that ornament from her desk which we know was said amplifier.” Ron listed. “So what could he want with a magnet, water fuel then trick Hiro into making the amplifier for him? I mean I may not be smart but I’m getting a doomsday machine vibe from this.”

“Great minds think alike my man.” Fred said and Rufus nodded.

As they talked Honey Lemon began to think about all the components that their shadowy adversary had stolen in the past few months and what they could be assembled into. Then suddenly a horrifying realisation hit her he’d stolen Shimamotos journal during their confrontation at SFAI and given what they recently just learned there was only one clear conclusion.

“The Great Catastrophe!” She gasped. “He’s trying to recreate the Great Catastrophe!”

Everyone looked in horror knowing what said catastrophe did all those years ago to the city and most importantly the people.

“Wait wait the catastrophe that destroyed the entire city years ago the one Shimamoto said she created in her message that Great Catastrophe!?” Ron questioned in fright.

“Yep thats the one.” Wasabi said in a scared voice. “Oh no!” Rufus squeaked.

“And he has everything he needs.” Gogo realised, this was Obake’s endgame.

“Okay it’s official this is the insanest bad guy plan in the history of bad guy plans he’s going to kill thousands of innocent people!” Ron exclaimed.

Just then the kimmunicator ring tone sounded off which to Ron was a great relief it had to be Kim calling in from Night Market. So Ron hurried to answer it.

“Kim KP you there!” Ron called but it wasn’t Kim but Wade.

“Ron guys!” Wade called. “Wade whats wrong?” Gogo asked seeing the worried tone in his voice.

“I’ve lost contact with Kim, she found Obake’s hidden secret but the cellar was drowning the signal!” Wade panicked. “When I managed to get through I could hear some kind of explosion! Somethings wrong!”

“Oh no Kim!” Ron exclaimed. “Ron put whatever you’re thinking out of your head, lets get down to Night Market square and…” Gogo was interrupted by a groaning sound coming from the garage entrance everyone turned and saw something that made them gasp in shock.

“Oh my..” Honey gasped.

What or rather who they saw was Kim Possible, not dead and certainly not buried under the rubble of a building. She was panting with exhaustion and was completely covered in soot from head to toe and her left armour gauntlet was cracked and fried.

“Hey guys.” She breathed before she collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.

“Kim!” Ron exclaimed as everyone ran over to her unconscious body

KP P.O.V

Kim was barely conscious but she could see the faces of Ron Honey, Gogo, Wasabi, Fred and Rufus standing over her but then she passed out.

Sometime later she began to hear voices around her and could faintly make out the voices as her friends and her parents.

“When she came in she just collapsed.” Honey explained rather worried.

“Its okay Honey you and the others did the right thing calling us.” Ann said assuringly. “She’s okay just badly shaken and bruised but she’ll come around in a few minutes.”

Slowly her eyes opened to see her parents and friends looking over her.

Normal view

She groaned as she woke up and found herself on the couch in the garage. Her armour had been removed as well as her equipment belt and gloves. She slowly managed to sit up.

“Easy Kimmy cub don’t try and stand.” James warned with care.

“Uh Dad, Mom guys.” Kim groaned. Just then Ron came through to see her and just wrapped her in a hug.

“KP you’re okay!” Ron breathed in relief. “Ow ow Ron easy.” She groaned as he hugged her too tight and Rufus came and hugged her face.

“Kim what, what happened?” Ron asked. “Oh you know just another disagreement between me and a mad man you know how it goes.” Kim said casually. “Obake just tried to bring a building down on my head.”

“What?” James said “Why?” “I’m betting so she wouldn’t interfere with his plan.” Gogo guessed.

“Kim we just figured out what Obake’s plan is!” Fred then said.

“Let me guess he’s trying to recreate the Great Catastrophe.” Kim said much to everyones surprise especially Ann and James.

“How did you…” “Figured it out when he showed me…” Kim answered Wasabi but she suddenly remembered.

“Hiro!” Kim breathed and suddenly summoned the strength to stand up from the couch.

“Obake’s got Hiro we need to find them now!” Kim said in a serious tone

“What!” Honey exclaimed. “Kim whats going on?!” Gogo asked.

“It’s Obake he’s been watching all of us!” Kim began explaining. “He has surveillance footage set up every where at your homes, the hotel where I’m staying, Hiro’s lab at SFIT and the Lucky Cat!” Kim listed.

“He’s been watching us, but that means..” “He knows who we are!” Gogo interrupted Wasabi who then realised how.

“Noodle Burger Boy! He can scan customers and analyse their food needs Obake must have taken him so he could scan us during the fight and learn our identities!” Wasabi figured.

“And this mad man plans to create the same catastrophe that destroyed the city!” Ann gasped. “But why?” James said.

“To make what he calls a new world he won’t care about those who get hurt and he had Noodle do something to Baymax during the fight at Krei tech to get control of him.” Kim explained as she put her equipment belt back on.

“A sleeper!” Fred gasped. “But how do we find Obake we don’t even know where he is!” Honey said.

“Yeah without Baymax we can’t track him!” Wasabi pointed out.

“What about the tracking through the data chip thing we used before?” Ron suggested.

“Obake was the one who suggested that so he’ll make sure we can’t use that to track him.” Gogo shot down.

Kim then put her gloves back on and activated the Kimmunicator to call Wade.

“Kim oh man am I glad to see you.” Wade gasped in surprise. “Yeah likewise Wade, can you get a fix on Hiro’s position?” She then asked.

“On it!” Wade replied. “Wait you can find him how?!” Wasabi asked.

Flashback to Granville’s office.

Kim placed a consoling hand on Hiro’s shoulder after hearing Granville’s story but when she removed it a small blue device was now on Hiro’s neck under his hair.”

“I placed a tracker on him just in case something like this happened.” Kim said.

Present day:

“Wow way to think ahead.” Fred said. Then Wade buzzed in.

“Got him!” Wade said now they knew where Hiro was.

Obake’s lair

Deep in Obake’s lair the villain is showing his captive Hiro some footage shedding some light on what happened during their fight at Krei tech.

“Noodle Burger boy.” Hiro guessed.

It showed Noodle burger boy swinging down to Baymax’s chest and inserting a certain chip into his data port which caused him to go haywire then later take Hiro straight to the villains lair.

“I should have been there.” Hiro said with a look of guilt realising he was to blame for Baymax being like this now. “but I was…”

“Doing vital work.” Obake interrupted then showing him the energy amplifier he unknowingly created on his behalf. “For me.”

He gestured for Baymax to let the young genius go which the robot complied. Obake then placed the amplifier into a container for storage then showed him a monitor of a painting done by a certain artist.

“Lenore Shimamoto?” Hiro wondered. “I’m a big fan.” Obake said as he unveiled her creation as the other villains in the room watched.

“Shimamoto built a rather unique machine.” Obake moved the visuals showing the schematics of said machine. “It created a star.” He then showed a holo vis of an energy star.

“A star?” Hiro wondered. “It collapsed quickly.” Obake described in the visual.

“Th, that would create a giant shock wave.” Hiro then had a horrifying realisation. “Wait thats how she caused the Great Catastrophe!”

“Oh you are sharp.” Obake complimented then moving the slides to show San Fransokyo in the past and present day.

“But new San Fransokyo is much larger now, so I need a bigger bang!” He then explained. “I improved upon Shimamoto’s inadvertent discovery, it should be quite a show.”

“Why didn’t I listen to Granville.” Hiro said to himself in guilt.

“Because like me you were meant, to push limits.” Obake said to his fellow genius showing him a simulation of the star exploding and destroying the entire city in the process.

Hiro smacked away from the mad genius Obake seeing he really was insane.

“But everyone will be….Aunt Cass!” He breathed in horror. “ I, I have to warn her!” Hiro hurried to try and exit the room but Baymax stopped him.

“If it’s any comfort, even if she left now she wouldn’t make it out of the city in time.” Obake said coming over giving Hiro false consolation while Globby stuffed his face with sushi but realised what Obake was planning to do.

“Wait he’s going to destroy San Fransokyo?” Globby questioned. “Even Joes Diner?” He got into Momakase’s face.

She responded by slamming the sushi tray into his face. “Your breath smells like garbage!” She said and Noodle just giggled.

“Besides Globby, he’s a bad guy this kinda thing goes with the territory thats what you signed up for right?” Shego smirked liking Obake’s ambition more and more.

However the glob villain bore a rather doubtful look in his glowing green eyes, he never signed up for this, he just wanted to be recognised but not when people he knows are going to get hurt.

Freds Mansion:

At Freds Mansion the rest of the Team Possible and Big Hero 6 were suited up in their armour. Kim had just set out to try and rescue Hiro from Obake but decided to go solo as this required stealth, meanwhile James and Ann were told to take the boys and look after Aunt Cass at the cafe and be ready to move at a moments notice. This left the rest of the team waiting figuring out what to do next.

“Hiro, Hiro.” Honey tried on the coms to no success. “Nothing.”

“There has to be something we can do to help.” Gogo said.

“If we had Baymax we could scan for him and go help.” Wasabi thought just as Mini Max entered Freds room carrying a tray of asparagus.

Then Fred had an idea. “Well can you scan for people Mini Max?”

“Sure within a mini radius.” Mini-Max answered.

“How mini is mini?” Ron asked. “This room” Mini Max answered and began scanning.

“I do not detect Hiro Hamada.” Mini Max said much to Freds disappointment.

“Asparagus spear.” Mini Max offered which immediately perked Fred up a bit. However Ron had just had enough.

“Guys we can’t just sit here and do nothing!” Ron said. “What can we do Ron, Kims benched us and we don’t know how we can help find Obake.” Gogo said.

“But we can’t give up, I know sometimes I screw up on missions sometimes and heck I’m not to afraid to admit I get scared!” Ron then began to say. “But I’m still there beside Kim through thick and thin, because you never abandon your friends in a time of need.” Everyone listened to what Ron was saying. “KP’s doing her part now we need to step up and do ours.”

Everyone was amazed and surprisingly inspired by Rons speech and deep down they knew he was right.

“Wow good speech.” Fred said amazed. “Uh huh.” Rufus said hopping onto Honey Lemons shoulder.

“Now come on we have big brains in this room now is there a way we can find Obake or at least his Catastrophe machine!” Ron then said.

“We know his machine will out put a lot of energy.” Honey Lemon pointed out.

“We are able to scan for an energy surge.” Wasabi added.

“Let’s pick up our equipment from SFIT, and get to the highest point in the city.” Gogo decided.

“Find Obake.” Wasabi said determined. “Find Hiro.” Honey said determined.

“And stop this countdown to catastrophe.” Ron said determined.

“You know Ron sometimes you are really surprising.” Gogo admitted.

“Thats what you get when you underestimate the Ron man! A BOOYAH!” Ron cheered.

“Now if only you could solve the losing your pants problem.” Gogo then said as they took their leave.

“Aw man way to undo the Booyah.” Ron said rather down.

“Hey she does that dude.” Fred acknowledged. “There there.” Mini Max consoled.

Obake’s Lair:

“You’ll be quite safe here with me, two visionaries just hanging.” Obake said as he was typing on the keys to his computer and plugging in Noodle Burger boy.

“Its not about me your going to hurt millions of people!” Hiro tried.

“Together we’re going to create a star, congratulations Hiro thats some final project.” Obake merely said.

“NO!” Hiro said. “Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.” He reasoned but Obake knew where he’d heard that before.

“Ech thats Granville talking.” Obake just gagged.

“Because, Granville was right.” Hiro began to see what his teacher was trying to tell him about having limits. “She’s been right all along.” He said in guilt.

“Nonsense!” Obake disagreed. “Do you know why Icarus plunged to his doom?” He then asked.

“Because he flew too high.” Hiro answered. “Because he needed better wings.” Obake said putting his hands on the geniuses shoulders looking at him squarely in the eye.

“We have the ability to remake the world!” Obake said. “Starting with this city! The worthy survive” He then said with a sadistic smile, whilst Hiro looked with worry as he was helpless.

Elsewhere deep in the lair near the water filtration system, a grate was raised from the floor and out from it was a certain red headed teen who was now wearing a wet suit with an air tank. She had to admit Obake was smart putting his lair hiding in plain sight under the San Fransokyo bay where no-one would think to look it was a wonder why none of her arch enemies had thought to do that yet.She removed her air mask and goggles then activated the Kimmunicator.

“Wade I’m in.” Kim said. “Right according to the tracker Hiro should be somewhere in the control room some kilometres east to your position.” Wade relayed. “Ron and the others are trying to locate Obake’s machine.”

“Please and thank you.” Kim said as she turned off the Kimmunicator, took off her flippers and as her bare feet touched the cold metal ground she went off to find Hiro.

Elsewhere in the city:

Meanwhile the rest of the team were in Wasabi’s car heading through the city after collecting their equipment. However, they were going at an unbelievably slow pace probably because the neat freak of the group was driving despite some protest.

“Wasabi step on it!” Gogo said “Way ahead of you we are currently five percent over the speed limit.” Wasabi said looking at the speedo.

“Uh dude no offence and all but we are kind of in a hurry so can we please pick up the pace!” Ron said. “Uh huh yeah Floor it!” Rufus agreed.

“This is a quick enough pace.” Wasabi said. “Okay I can’t believe I’m saying this but maybe we should have let Gogo drive.” Ron said but be careful what you wish for.

“Way ahead of you.” Gogo said pulling out what looked like a remote control for a toy car. “New driver!”

With that they accelerated forward with Wasabi yelling in terror as they did swerving round cars and speeding through the streets like something from a Fast and Furious film. Gogo worked the controls on her remote. Not to say there was a side effect to this for one of the passengers in the back seat with Ron, Rufus and Honey Lemon.

“Uh guys, heads up I get a little car sick.” Fred warned as he started to gag as he wasn’t feeling so good “In the back sometimes.”

Honey moved a little closer to Ron who blushed a little whilst Rufus hid behind her head to avoid the coming vomit crisis.

Back at Obake’s Lair:

Obake carried Hiro’s energy amplifier as he Baymax, Noodle Burger Boy and Shego escorted the young genius down the hallway. But Hiro still didn’t know the reason for being here.

“Why am I here?!” He demanded. “You have my energy amplifier what more do you want?”

Obake stopped outside a door Hiro then stopped only for Noodle to crash into him and Hiro pushed him back.

“A student.” Obake then answered. “I’m sorry?” Hiro questioned.

“Granville doesn’t understand your potential but I do!” Obake then said with an evil look. “When my new city is complete, it will be a paradise for learning and research I can’t wait to see what you’ll accomplish!” He said rather eagerly.

“What we’ll accomplish.” He said calmly. Hiro couldn’t believe what he was hearing Obake wanted him as a student in this new world of his he really was crazy.

“What!” He said in disbelief. “You’d have to be crazy to think that I would ever join you!” He exclaimed.

“You’re a bit worked up right now.” Obake observed ignoring his comments and he moved for Baymax to open the door to what looked like a prison cell.

“But you’ll understand, tragedy has moulded us, intellect has driven us, now we stand at the doorway to greatness!” Obake said with determination.

“Once it’s all over and theres nothing left to save you’ll see things differently.” He predicted.

“No I won’t!” Hiro disagreed. “I’m not like you!”

“Aren’t you?” Obake questioned whilst holding up the energy amplifier the young genius made despite the protests from his tutor. Hiro then began to wonder if he was right. Before he could answer Baymax pushed him into the cell and shut the door behind him before he tried to get out.

“Go set the wheels in motion.” Obake said as he handed the amplifier to Noodle Burger boy.

“Oo oo oooo!” Noodle cheered. “An order of the secret menu!”

“JUST GO WILL YOU!” Shego exclaimed. With that Noodle just hopped away to do his job. Obake then turned to Hiro in his cell.

“Oh and Hiro in case you were thinking that Mrs Possible might try and come to rescue you.” Obake said as he then activated a video of Kim inside the basement of the Night Market Square building she was trying to get out but then a huge explosion consumed the room and then it switched to the outside view and Hiro looked in horror to see the building crumbling down to the ground with her still inside. Shego was in shock too.

“No!” Hiro breathed in horror. “I don’t deny my method is, harsh.” Obake said smiling. “But winning tends to settle any arguments.” Hiro just glared at the villain in disgust as he left.

“Hold up glow face!” Shego then said as he turned to see Shego rather angry.

“Is there a problem my dear?” He asked. “Yeah who said you could get rid of Kim Possible Thats my job!” Shego argued as the honour of defeating Kim was stolen from her.

“Was it though?” Obake questioned to which Shego looked confused. “Time and time again you’ve had the chance to defeat your enemy multiple chances in fact and every time you’ve squandered them.” He explained. “In fact you have the potential to be a great villain yourself but insist on working with amateurs like Drakken instead of pursuing your own path to greatness.”

Shego was still listening to what her new ‘boss’ was saying to her and began to question herself.

“I have merely shown you what you should have done from the start because unlike those other so called ‘super villains’ I don’t hold back and let those who interfere get the chance to do so again, and isn’t it clear that you're smart enough to take over the world?” Obake then questioned. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say that you like being the hired help.”

He then walked away from the scene to his control room but Shego wasn’t letting this freak insult her right to her face.

“Oh really!” She said as she ignited her plasma blasts but before she fired them they suddenly disappeared. She tried to use her powers even her gauntlets but they didn’t work.

“What w, what happened to my powers?” Shego gasped.

“Oh I’m sorry did you forget who you’re speaking to?” Obake said then pulling out of his pocket a small remote device.

“You see I anticipated you would stoop to something like this my dear, so I made sure to take the necessary precautions.” he explained. “Those gauntlets not only enhance your powers, but can also neutralise them with the touch of this remote.”

“WHAT?” Shego exclaimed. “You see what I have given you I can also take away, see to it you remember that.” He then pressed the button again giving Shego back her powers and left.

Shego knew she had been duped and she looked to the young genius in the cell and realised he was right Obake would betray her and who knows maybe even cut her loose.

Later Hiro was trying to escape his cell, he charged the door but instead of busting the door down it really hurt his arm as he hopped around in pain. He then tried pulling on the locking wheel multiple times even turning it but that didn’t work. All seemed hopeless until.

“Looking for a way out?” Hiro looked up and saw Globby sliming into the cell between the cracks. Hiro shrieked as he let go of the handle and fell on the floor.

Globby then fully entered the room just as Hiro stood back up again.

“What are you..” Hiro then realised what Globby was trying to do. “Wait, you’re going to help me escape?”

“Yeah I knew Obake was crazy, but I thought it was a fun crazy.” Globby explained. “Plus I don’t want to destroy the city all my friends live there.” he then said. “Felony Carl and urm?” He tried to list his other friends.

“Felony Carl.” He then said again. “Thats the whole list isn’t it?” Hiro asked with a knowing raised eyebrow.

“Yeah.” Globby said with a frown.

Outside the cell Momakase was busy tossing her Graphene knives at the opposite wall just out of pure boredom as she stood guard over the prisoner. Suddenly the door from Hiro’s cell was knocked down by Globby now in the form of a bull she turned and saw him and Hiro together.

“Me and the kid are breaking out!” Globby said and Hiro just smiled and waved.

“Counter proposal No!” Momakase denied as she drew her katana. She charged forward and sliced at Globby with her katana trying to strike him but every time she sliced at him he just reformed into his original shape.

“Globby are you okay?” Hiro asked out of concern.

“Yeah it looks worse than it feels.” Globby replied as the ninja chef keeps slicing.

Momakase jumps away and draws her second Katana. “Lets see if we can change that.” She twirled them round but before she could attack

KLUNK! Something hit her in the head or rather someone. She fell to the floor and revealed it was Kim in her wet suit holding a piece of piping in her hand showing it was her who knocked her out.

“What? You never learned a sneak attack in ninja school?” Kim cracked.

“Kim!” Hiro said amazed as he ran over and instantly hugged her which she just returned.

“But I thought, Obake?” “So did he but he clearly forgot who he was dealing with.” Kim smiled interrupting Hiro.

Flashback: Several hours earlier:

Kim sees the count down is about to reach zero, and suddenly sees a grate in the ground as she scans the room, she pulls up the grate then jumps into it just as the clock reaches zero and destroys the building. In the rubble some debris started to move and it revealed Kim with her gauntlet shield pushing up the debris to get clear she succeeds and pushes the slab away but the effort shorts out her gauntlet. She coughs in the dust but then walks away to head for the garage.

Present Day

“Besides, it’s not the first exploding building I’ve escaped from and it probably won’t be the last either.” Kim pointed out.

“But how did you find me?” He asked and she answered by pulling from his neck the tracking device she placed on him earlier and then he knew.

“Obake’s not the only one who’s one step ahead.” Kim smirked.

“Oh clever.” Globby said as he looked Kim was about to attack but.

“No no Kim it’s okay Globby’s on our side now.” Hiro explained. “Oh well good enough for me, now let’s get Baymax and get out of here.” She said

“Yeah but first.” Hiro gestured to Momakase as she was regaining consciousness. “Glob her” They said and instantly Globby fired some of his goop and pinned Momakase to the wall.

“Ha who’s breath smells like garbage now?!” Globby gloated. “Still yours!” Momakase said as she was then gagged with goop.

The three then headed down the hallway to look for Baymax without being seen but suddenly as they turned a corner they saw a certain green female with energy blasts standing between them.

“Well well well, I guess Obake’s full proof plan didn’t work, you’ve got more lives than a cat Kimmy.” Shego taunted.

“This isn’t a game Shego innocent people are going to die I can’t let that happen.” Kim said. “So you can either stand aside or we can go another round.” She warned moving into a battle stance.

Surprisingly however Shego didn’t take up her own combat stance, instead she powered down her plasma hands then turned to move out of the way.

“You’re ballon friends down this hall way fourth door on the left, if you plan on saving him you better hurry.” She then said.

This left Kim, Hiro and Globby confused Shego was letting them pass regardless of the consequences.

“What?” Hiro gasped in disbelief. “GO! Before I change my mind.” She then warned. With that the three ran past before Globby turned back to the green villainess.

“Thanks.” Globby said and he left. Shego then looked at herself and wondered why she just let them go like that.

“Since when did you grow a conscious?” She said to herself and to cover her tracks she ignited her right hand in plasma then shocked herself knocking her out onto the ground.

Elsewhere:

Hiro and Kim peaked into the room that Shego directed them to and found Baymax powered down in a dark room. Hiro snuck into the room and slowly approached his de-powered friend and reached for his data port to remove the chip.

“Whoa what are you doing!” Globby whispered. “He’s a bad robot now!” Hiro reached for Baymax but Kim put a hand on his arm to stop him he turned to her.

“I’m sorry Hiro, but it’s too great a risk right now we’re unarmed and out numbered and it’s to dangerous to escape with a bigger group.” She said then putting her hands on his shoulders knelling down to his level.

“But I promise we’ll come back for Baymax as soon as possible, but we have to go before we’re discovered.” She said and deep down Hiro knew they were right. He takes one last look at his friend.

“I’ll come back for you Baymax.” Hiro promised as the three took their leave of the room leaving Baymax de-powered and alone in the evil lair.

They soon arrived in the main control room and looked for a way out of the lair but scanning the room there wasn’t one.

“Theres no way out.” Hiro said. “And we can’t leave the way I came in I only brought one air tank.” Kim pointed out.

“Oh isn’t there?” Globby then said rather confident with his glob hands on his hips.

He reached for the grate on the floor and pulled it out of the floor revealing a potential escape route. Globby jumped down the manhole. But then came up again and grabbed Kim and Hiro with his glob hands.

“Hold your breath!” He called as he pulled them down the tunnel. “WHOA!” They cried as they went down.

Outside the lair which was a network of pipes and a circular entrance running straight into the bedrock under the bay Globby with Kim and Hiro inside quite literally escaped through the water pipe that lead from the lair to a pipe cover in the bedrock. The locking wheel turned and opened Globby made himself into an air bubble for his passengers to breath and in an instant they floated up to the surface and emerged on within the bay area.

Hiro and Kim then began running inside of Globby to make him move in the water towards the shore.

“You know I swear I’ve seen this once in a movie.” Kim then thought out loud.

“Did it involve superheroes lost in a jungle running away from bladed discs?” Hiro guessed since he’d seen that film once before when it was Freds turn for group movie night one time.

Upon making the shore Globby swung from building to building carrying both Kim and Hiro across the skyline. They soon landed in an alley way just opposite the Lucky Cat Cafe, with that Kim and Hiro dismounted.

“Wait here.” Hiro said as he left. “Why can’t I come in?” Globby asked.

“Are you seriously asking that?” Kim wondered. “I don’t have time to explain to you.” Hiro said as he left leaving Globby with a frown. “Rude.”

“Come on we’ll go round back to the garage.” Kim said as she pulled him towards the back of the cafe. “But I get it.” he then said.

Hiro then entered the Cafe completely drenched in water and was greeted by a welcome sight. “Hiro.” He looked to see his Aunt Cass serving coffee in the cafe.

“You’re okay.” she said in a relieving voice and Hiro gave a warm look to his aunt as he was afraid he wouldn’t see her again.

“Aunt Cass.” He breathed with joy nearly tearing up as he enveloped her in a hug.

“Whoa you’re all wet.” Cass noticed by the wetness of his clothes and hair.

“Yeah, ah freak down pour.” Hiro explained. “It didn’t rain here?” Cass questioned.

“Actually Cassie it did.”

Hiro and Cass looked to see Ann and James Possible sitting at the table enjoying some lunch in the cafe whilst at the same time keeping an eye on Cass should the worst happen.

“Yeah a surprising down pour earlier today, read it on my phone.” James added.

“Uh y, yes it happened three blocks away the weirdest thing.” Hiro agreed.

“There are fresh towels in the laundry room.” Cass accepted as she refilled someones coffee then had an idea. “Oh we should go out to dinner tonight your pick you know celebrate the end of your first semester.” she suggested.

“In fact Ann why don’t you and your family join us.” She then said. “We’d be delighted Cassie we’ll buy.” Ann offered.

“Oh I don’t think…” “Oh come on its our last day in San Fransokyo its the least we can do.” James agreed.

“Well okay then.” Cass said. Hiro just looked down a little guilty thinking if first finished semester could very well be his last.

“Thanks Aunt Cass.” Hiro thanked “Love you.” He said hugging her.

“Oh watch the hot coffee!” Cass warned lifting the two coffee pots in her hand. Then tilted her head embracing her nephew.

After a minute they broke their hug but Cass couldn’t help but notice the look on Hiro’s face. “Is something…”

“Uh gotta go.” Hiro said as he walked away to get himself dried off. “Don’t forget dinner tonight!” She called.

Hiro looked back and gave a warm smile to his aunt then looked to the Possible who nodded and wished him luck for what lay ahead.

Hiro’s Garage:

Meanwhile in the garage Kim was changing back into her mission outfit and told Globby to wait outside whilst she did. She slipped her black crop top back on and was now fully dressed in her mission outfit. Just then Hiro entered the garage.

“Hows your aunt?” Kim asked. “Oh yeah she’s fine.” Hiro said in a depressed mood. To which the cheerleader noticed.

“Hiro, whats wrong?” She asked and in response Hiro just swiped away the tools on his bench in anger.

“This, this is all my fault.” Hiro stuttered almost on the verge of a nervous break down.

“No this isn’t on you.” Kim tried. “Kim don’t you get it I disobeyed Granville I created that amplifier I set this in motion it is my fault!” Hiro said nearly on the verge of tears.

“I was so stupid, I wanted to prove I could accomplish the impossible that I didn’t realise that I was just handing the final piece that Obake needed right into his hands!” Hiro cried. “The city’s going to be destroyed and it’s all because of me and my ego!” Some tears started streaming down his face.

Kim sat down on the stool near Hiro’s work bench and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Hiro, look at me.” She said and Hiro looked at her and listened. “Mistakes are going to happen it comes with the job be it as a super hero or even a young genius in university.” Kim said.

“Thats easy for you to say, you haven’t made any mistakes that have lead to a catastrophe.” Hiro then said given how perfect she seemed.

“You honestly think I haven’t made my own fair share of mistakes?” Kim questioned in surprise. “Well guess what I have.” this got the young geniuses attention.

“You see not to long ago Ron wanted to try out as a cheerleader for an extra curricular activity.” Kim described.

“The Mad Dog?” Hiro then remembered.

“Yeah and well as you can imagine the rest of my squad weren’t too fond of the idea and well instead of supporting him I sided with the cheer squad.” Kim explained. “And well it lead to a fight between me and him, since we’ve known each other since pre-k and I didn’t stand by my best friend.”

“All because he wanted to be a mascot?” Hiro questioned. “Hey he was foaming at the mouth I’m only human.” Kim then exclaimed.

“Anyway after a fight with Drakken and his Bebe robots I realised that I’d made a mistake that my friendship with Ron was more important than the opinion of the cheer squad and it turns out they liked his act.” Kim continued which left Hiro more than surprised.

“Then sometime later I made the mistake of suggesting that Ron should get a hair cut.” Kim explained which had gotten Hiro more confused. “But it changed him into something he wasn’t all because I thought what was best for him, and I realised he was better the way he was him and his Ronness.”

“So you see that was me making a mistake and it wasn’t the only one.” Kim then said. “We all make mistakes Hiro but whats important is how we make right by them.”

“But it’s not just that, Obake says I’m like him and, I can’t help but wonder if he’s right.” Hiro then explained.

“You’re not him, thats not the kind of person that you are.” Kim comforted.

“Then what kind of person am I?” Hiro wondered Kim then scooted closer to the young genius.

“The kind of person who cares whether or not all those people outside live or die in this visionary world of a deranged mad man.” Kim then gestured to the outside of the garage. “Obake believes he knows whats best for everyone, but you knew that the things that he was doing to accomplish that was wrong” She explained. “You know the difference between right and wrong and are not willing to blur the lines between them.” Hiro listened to what his friend said. “That is the kind of person you are, and thats what makes you different than Aken.” Kim said pointing to his chest.

“Being smart isn’t a thing you are Hiro, it’s what you do with it.” Kim then said. “The way that Tadashi raised you to do with it.”

Hiro looked up hearing the name of his brother and in that moment he knew she was right, he wasn’t like Obake at all. Sure he’s done some questionable short cuts and took dangerous risks and heck even made some mistakes but he’s always put right his mistakes. He then remembered his brothers dying words.

“So what are you going to do?” Kim then asked and after a minute Hiro responded.

“Theres someone out there who wants to hurt people.” Hiro said with determination. “Someone has to help!”

“Someone has to help.” Kim smiled. “You know for a moment there you sounded just like my brother.” Hiro noticed and so the two set to work.

Elsewhere:

Meanwhile high above the city on the city’s highest structure which was a rather tall radio tower, which was actually the place where Big Hero 6 had their second fight with Globby.

The rest of the team were still trying to track down Obake or his device using a small radar dish scanning for energy surges. Ron held the Kimmunicator attached to the radar as Wade was doing his part too. Gogo was using her tablet to run scans of the city too whilst Wasabi, and Honey Lemon watched Fredzilla meanwhile was looking down from the tall structure

“Wait you’re not scared to be up here Wasabi?” Fredzilla asked.

“Oh I’m quite terrified.” Wasabi acknowledged. “I’m just more afraid of the city being wiped out.

“You’re not the only one.” Ron agreed.

“The tall sky scraper or the city being wiped out?” Gogo asked already knowing the answer.

“Both.” Ron said. Rufus stayed close to Honey Lemon as he too was a little scared she petted him for comfort.

“Any luck Wade?” Gogo asked. “No nothing so far no sign of a surge of energy.” Wade relayed and then at that moment.

“Guys are you there?” Called a familiar voice on the coms. “HIRO!” Everyone exclaimed.

“Where are you? is Kim with you?” Wasabi asked.

“Yeah she’s with me, listen” Hiro relayed

Hiro’s Garage:

“Obake has control of Baymax, he used him to capture me.” Hiro said as he was putting his armour glove on and in the background Kim was doing the same with her newly repaired gauntlet.

“I only escaped because of Kim and Globby.” He then said and said Globby then landed next to Hiro.

“I’m a good guy now!” Globby said in joy

“Yay Globby!” Said a joyful Honey Lemon on the coms “I knew you weren’t all bad.” and Globby formed a glob ear on his left side then stuck himself to Hiro’s helmet and pulled it off his head and he fell over.

“Hey it’s the tall girl!” Globby said rather happy as Kim helped Hiro up. “She believed in me all along.”

“I’m really not that tall.” Honey then said.

“Its probably the shoes she wears.” Kim guessed.

Obake’s lair:

Momakase is still stuck to the wall by Globby’s goop she struggles to free herself but to no avail. She tries to reach for her katana with her foot only for it to be picked up by another certain individual in the room. Obake proceeded to pull the glob gag off the ninja.

“The idiot glob helped the boy escape.” Momakase explained.

The left side of Obake’s face glowed in anger knowing his future apprentice escaped.

“And thats not all, the Possible girl is still alive!” She then said. “What!” Obake exclaimed and the glowing part of his face glowed brighter. “Thats impossible she couldn’t have survived that!”

“Yeah well thats the thing Obake.” Obake turned to see Shego limping towards him looking a little beat up. “Kimmy isn’t one to go down easy guess your plan to eliminate her wasn’t as full proof as you thought.” She said.

Obake just glared in anger then turned to Momakase and used the katana to cut her free. “Bring him back!” He exclaimed.

Momakase broke free from her goopy bonds “Why bother?” She then questioned.

“Yeah he’s clearly a lost cause and doesn’t want to be your student.” Shego agreed.

“He needs guidance, my guidance.” Obake said as he handed Momakase the katana and took his leave.

“Does he seem to be losing it?” Shego said to the ninja. “Finally something we can agree on.” Momakase agreed as she departed on her mission.

Elsewhere a distance from the city:

Meanwhile at a lighthouse a distance away from San Fransokyo Noodle Burger Boy on his hover claw vehicle arrived at the lighthouse with the energy amplifier in hand. He departs his vehicle and enters the top of the lighthouse.

“Noodle Burger, we deliver.” Noodle said as he opened the doors inside lay a large looking device and a group of machines surrounding it the machine that Obake built from the specs left behind by Lenore Shimamoto.

“Helooooo.” He called as he hoped inside the building. “he he he he he.”

Noodle hopped onto the control console and began flicking buttons and switches turning on the machine. He opened a compartment located in his head and pulled out the energy amplifier and inserted it into its desired slot in the centre of the machine. The amplifier twisted open inserting itself in the console.

Noodle then jumped from the machine. “This Noodle Burgers gonna ring everybody’s bell! He he he.” He said as he pressed a button and the power began building from one percent capacity and climbing. The amplifier then hummed into life surging power all over the room and so Noodle Burger Boy took his leave.

“Time to fry the noodle!” He sang as he entered his claw vehicle and fled the scene back to Obake.

Back with the team:

Whilst Gogo studied her tablet with Wade the radar suddenly detected the energy surge they were looking for.

“Gogo I’ve got something!” Wade relayed. Gogo checked the data and triangulated the location.

“Hiro, Kim it’s in the Kittyonpoint lighthouse.” Gogo relayed.

“Copy that.” Hiro relayed.

“How are we going to get there?” Honey wondered.

“Yeah without Baymax we can’t fly there and I’m not sure these jet packs can take passengers.” Ron agreed gesturing to his armour jet pack.

Hiros Garage:

Hiro was still trying to pull his helmet from Globby’s sticky face until finally he got it free and puts it back on.

“I’ll go.” Hiro said. “Not alone you’re not I’m coming too.” Kim said to which Hiro nodded.

“Okay you guys stay where you are.” Hiro said “Globby go be with the others.

“Okay but what are you and red going to do?” Globby asked.

“Something I’ll probably regret.” Hiro said. “I was afraid he’d say that.” Kim said to the fourth wall knowing where this was going.

“YAHHHHHHH!” Hiro was screaming as he rode his Skymax pod towards the lighthouse something he defiantly regretted as Kim flew along side with her armour jet pack.

“Your right you would regret it!” Kim called. “I MISS BAYMAX!” Hiro exclaimed.

The head of the Skymax pod turned to face Hiro and just blinked if it had a face it would probably raise and eyebrow at that remark.

“S, sorry heh heh.” Hiro chuckled innocently.

They approached the lighthouse to see it surging with bolts of purple energy. Hiro dismounted from Skymax and Kim landed and retracted her jet pack. They looked through the open door and saw the amplifier hooked up to Obake’s Catastrophe machine. They then saw the power was up to ninety two percent power.

“Oh no!” Hiro panicked. “Wade! The amplifiers linked to Obake’s machine and its building power, can you hack in and shut it down?!” Kim asked on her visor Kimmunicator.

“I can’t get through the firewalls they’re too thick, Obake made sure of that!” Wade relayed. “You’re going to have to remove it manually!”

Hiro moved forward to try and remove it but a bolt of energy shocked him back sending him flying off the lighthouse railing.

“HIRO!” Kim exclaimed as she fired her grappling hook from her gauntlet which Hiro caught with his magnet glove and was pulled back onto the railing. Hiro then noticed how the power surge was attracted to his magnetic glove then an idea sparked from this.

“Kim I’ve got an idea, get behind me.” Hiro said and Kim complied standing behind him.

Hiro then proceeded to activate his magnet gloves by rubbing his hands together and drew the energy towards them and and tossed it away before they overloaded. This enabled them to move forwards clearing a path. As Hiro flung the bolts away Skymax moved to avoid them eventually hiding behind the door. Hiro kept pressing forwards and eventually he and Kim reached the amplifier and he tried to pull it free from its mountings. However it wouldn’t move and the power kept climbing to ninety five percent. Kim then leaned in to help and together they pulled and pulled trying to free the amplifier.

“Together now!” Kim growled as they tried to pull it free but it still wouldn’t move and time was running out.

“Skymax!” Hiro called and the unit popped out of its hiding place at the sound of its name. The bot revealed its limbs as it pulled on Hiro’s waist in an attempt to pull the amplifier free.

The power climbed to ninety six percent and rising, the heroes growled as they kept pulling and pulling until with one final tug as the device reached ninety seven percent the device was pulled free as they and Skymax were flung out of the lighthouse. The machine lost power and deactivated.

Skymax lifted Hiro into the air and Kim activated her jet pack to hover in place and saw they had succeeded.

“Whew oh that was so close.” Hiro breathed in relief. “Yeah that was kinda cutting it close.” Kim agreed as they flew away with the amplifier in hand.

However, all was not as it seemed for in the mounting where the amplifier once stood a bolt of energy slowly materialised and powered the machine to ninety eight percent and rising.

Meanwhile:

Hiro rode Skymax to the tower where the team waited with Kim close behind on her jet pack. They landed on the tower and hurried to them.

“Guys! We did it!” Hiro exclaimed and they were greeted by Fredzilla leaping onto them and hugging them.

“AW YEAH!” Fred congratulated. “Up high Hiro!” Hiro granted Fredzilla a high-five as Ron rushed up and gave a high five to Kim.

“BOOYAH I’d call that situation resolved!” Ron cheered. “yeah!” Rufus agreed as he flew onto Rons shoulder.

“Great job guys!” Honey Lemon said hugging Hiro and Kim.

“Thanks Honey but we’re not finished yet.” Kim reminded.

“Yeah now we get Obake.” Gogo agreed. However their joy was short lived.

“Uh whats that?” Globby asked and everyone looked to the lighthouse that from a distance was still surging with power. The top of the lighthouse suddenly exploded in a blast of energy and within a circle of smoke they saw a small glowing object, it was the star that Obake wanted to create.

“Uh that shouldn’t be happening, why is that still happening?!” Ron then pointed rather afraid.

“The reaction became self sustaining.” Honey Lemon explained in horror.

“Oh no.” Rufus squeaked in horror.

“Obake did it.” Gogo said horrified. “We were too late.” Hiro breathed in horror. Kim looked in horror too they thought they had thwarted the bad guys plan but it was far from over.

“Wade, are you seeing this?!” Kim breathed. “Unfortunately yes that stars building up power and at the rate it’s going it’ll collapse in on itself and explode taking the city with it.” Wade analysed from his computer screen.

“How long?” Hiro asked. “At this rate, I’d say an hour.” Wade estimated.

“What do we do?” Fredzilla asked. “We need to evacuate! as many as we can!” Gogo suggested.

“We’d never get them all out in time.” Kim disagreed. “What about Global Justice?” Ron asked.

“No they’d never make it!” Wade relayed.

“They’re right we have to stop that shockwave!” Hiro said.

“Theres no way to stop something with that much force!” Wasabi questioned.

“Yes there is” Hiro explained. “with an equal opposite force.”

“He’s right thats the only way to stop that thing!” Wade agreed doing the math.

“But with what?” Ron questioned. “We’d need something enormous.” Honey Lemon explained.

“Enormous!” Hiro said having an idea in his head. “We got that.” He said turning to the group.

San Fransokyo Docks:

Honey Lemon, Gogo, Wasabi, Ron, Rufus and Kim stood waiting for something at the harbour then emerging from the water in front of the docks was the Mega Kaju mech. The mech kneeled down and the cockpit opened to reveal Hiro and Fred at the controls.

“If we use the amplifier to make the Mega Kaju super jump into the bay…” “The giant wave will counteract the stars shockwave.” Gogo finished Hiro’s sentence.

“Then its bye bye star!” Ron said.

“Guys the city needs us, we were the ones who decided to be super heroes nows the time, to be super.” Hiro declared.

“Hiro’s right we can do this!” Honey Lemon agreed.

“We stopped Drakken’s Destructo Yamas and we will stop Obake’s Great Catastrophe remake!” Kim said.

Soon everyone was in Wasabis car driving down towards the fishing village that was within the exploding stars path standing between two large rocks in the bay entrance.

“Globby, Honey Lemon you guys need to create a breaker to protect Fish Town.”

Globby swam towards the two giant rocks whilst Honey lemon created a path of ice with her chem balls across the bay.

“Wasabi, Gogo, Kim, Ron keep people away from the shoreline!”

On the shoreline Kim, Gogo, Wasabi, Ron and Rufus evacuated the civilians away from the docks. A small child was holding onto the dock crying in fear, Gogo skated over and held her hands out to the child which he accepted as she carried him out of danger.

“Hiro we’re nearly done getting the people out.” Kim called on the coms. “Good we’re almost ready.” Hiro relayed.

“Hiro, I know we need to protect these people but they aren’t safe as long as Obake’s out there and he still has Baymax.” Kim reminded.

“I know but the stars going to blow we can’t let it happen” Hiro relayed.

“I know thats why I’m going back to get Baymax you and the others focus on your tasks.” Kim relayed as Ron and the others listened in on her conversation.

“If you’re going after Baymax then I’m coming with you KP!” Ron announced.

“No Ron you’re needed here.” Kim said “He’s right Kim you’re going to need someone watching your back inside that lair.” Hiro relayed.

“Yeah cause I’m pretty sure you miraculously rising from the dead is gonna attract his attention.” Wasabi agreed.

“If it hasn’t already.” Gogo agreed.

Kim took a moment to consider and they were right by now Obake knows she survived his trap and will more than likely suspect an attempt to rescue their absent companion.

“Okay Ron let’s do this!” Kim agreed to which Ron nodded then turned to Rufus on his shoulder.

“Rufus stay with Gogo and Wasabi.” Ron instructed to which Rufus nodded and used his armour jet pack to fly onto Wasabi’s shoulder.

“Kim.” Hiro called on the coms. “Promise you’ll get Baymax back safe, he means the world to me.”

“To all of us.” Honey Lemon agreed.

“I will Hiro, and I’ll make sure I bring Obake back in handcuffs.” Kim said with a determined voice.

With that Kim and Ron fired up their jetpacks and took to the skies. From their vantage point they see Globby expanding himself to create a water breaker between the two rocks.

Honey Lemon ran along the ice path she created and fired from her Chem purse blue chem balls which created blobs along the top of the breaker reinforcing it.

She then arrived to see Globby's glowing eyes and face. “You’re very brave Globby.” Honey said admiring his courage. “Good luck.”

“If I don’t make it, tell Felony Carl that..” Globby struggled to say this next part. “..He was my whole list.” He smiled.

“I don’t know what that means, but I promise.” Honey said as she fired a red chem ball from her purse and threw it at Globby which created a heart shape which made him smile and surprisingly blush.

Kim and Ron flew the skies seeing the star grow larger and larger then Wade called in on their visors.

“Sitch me Wade.” Kim answered.

“Kim, Global Justice is about two hours out.” Wade notified.

“That’ll be too late, did you run the search I asked for?” she then asked.

“Yeah I’ve run scans of the area round the bay for traces of vapour trails given off from Baymax’s wings and jet boots and I’ve found an identical set that lead into a cave entrance near your current position.” Wade relayed looking at the radar screen showing Kim and Rons icons on the screen.

“Okay that just screams secret entrance.” Ron called.

“Yeah Hiro did say when he was captured he was taken through a cave, that must be it.” Kim realised.

“So thats the plan sneak in the same way you did before?” Ron guessed.

“No, we have to assume Obake knows we’re coming so he’ll expect us to break in the same way I did before.” Kim relayed. “So no surprises or stealth this time, we’re going in through the front door.”

“Good enough for me let’s do it KP!” Ron called shooting his hand into the air which caused him to nearly lose his balance in his flying shaking slightly. He regained his balance and followed Kim downwards. Behind them the star grew ever larger in the gathering clouds.

Meanwhile in the cockpit of the Mega Kaiju Hiro was pushing buttons and moving switches which moved the mech into the bay and towards the star.

A distance away Gogo was skating away carrying two children in her arms with Rufus close behind as they continued to evacuate the area. She carried the kids to a school bus where everyone was being loaded onto.

Wasabi helped the children get on board the bus. Gogo skated off to find some more but suddenly without warning a certain ninja came in slicing at Gogo with her katana it knocked Gogo off balance and she fell to the ground. It was Momakase who couldn’t have picked a worse time to pick a fight.

Rufus flew in front of Gogo in a fighting stance. “Bring me the boy and you’ll be spared.” Momakase simply demanded.

“Ugh.” Gogo groaned as Momakase had the worst timing.

“No way!” Rufus squeaked in defiance but then Wasabi stood in front of them both.

“You and Rufus stay with the bus and protect the kids.” Wasabi said as Gogo skated away with the naked molerat close behind.

“I’ll take care of Momakase.” He then said to which the ninja smirked and drew her katana blade.

“We both know you’re no match for me.” She smirked as her hair blew in the wind.

Wasabi energised his plasma blades. “Actually since we last met I watched some instructional fencing videos online.”

The scene cuts to Wasabi watching online videos about fencing in the darkness of his lab looking at a computer screen. The video informed him how to block and attack.

“So bring it!” Wasabi said as he took up a fighting stance and the two engaged in combat just as Gogo drove the bus away.

The two clashed blades and Wasabi blocked Momakase’s incoming attacks then slid past her as she tried to strike him with her katana. He’s about to attack her from behind but she is quick to turn and attack but he blocks the attack. Wasabi then makes multiple blade swings at Momakase who tries to block them but forces her back towards the village and Wasabi sets off in pursuit.

Meanwhile in the bay the Kaju mech begins its walk towards the star and in the cockpit Hiro sat ready for the plan.

“You ready for this?” He asked his co pilot which was Fredzilla who came in on his own chair.

“Yes I am.” Fred answered with seriousness in his voice.

“No you’re not!” Called a voice and then flying into the mechs cockpit was a certain small robot now clad in his blue armour as he flew into the cockpit.

“Not without Mini Max at your side.” The little robot declared and gave Fred a high five.

“Sweet dramatic entrance Mini Max, you’re getting the hang of this.” Fred complimented.

Hiro then took the controls and pulled the control levers which stopped the Kaju a distance away from the star. He inserts the amplifier into a holding frame, but does not activate it yet.

“When that star implodes we jump.” Hiro said and waited for their moment.

Back in Fish Town:

Momakase slashes down her blades from the air cornering Wasabi into a wooden wall as he blocks her attacks. She breaks through his attacks and kicks him into the wall and he stops himself from falling over by digging his blades into the ground.

Momakase slashes her blades at Wasabi which seemed to do nothing but in actual fact it sliced off his right shoulder pad and some of his dreads in his hair.

“AH MY DREADS!” Wasabi screamed. Then a piece of Wasabi’s right gauntlet lost a pice exposing its inner circuitry rendering it useless.

Momakase tosses away her katana leaving her with only one blade, and Wasabi readied his remaining plasma blade preparing himself as the ninja raised her blade ready to finish off her opponent.

However before she could strike a certain armoured naked Mole rat flew up in front of her.

“Hello.” Rufus squeaked. “What?” Momakase said confused. Rufus then performed several kung fu poses before he kicked Momakase in the face which did hurt.

“Gah!” She growled and swung her blade at him trying to slice the mole rat to pieces but missed every time.

“Irritating rodent!” She growled and performs one final slash which seemed to do nothing however it did as Rufus’s armour was sliced clean off and he had nothing keeping him in the air.

“Uh oh!” he squeaked and dropped to the ground. He was then met by the blade of Momakse she raised the blade waiting to finish the rodent and Wasabi off. Suddenly speeding in was a mag lev disk which bounced off the walls and Wasabi ducked to avoid it as it headed to the ninja the disk split in half with cables coming from it tying her hands.

“Gah!” She growled and the owner of the disk came skating into the scene and threw her remaining disk at the ninja who was fleeing the scene only for the disk to tie her legs together causing her to trip up and fall to the ground on her back.

“YEAH!” Wasabi cheered and Rufus squeaked with joy. “BOOYAH GOGO!”

Behind her the occupants of the school bus were cheering for their heroes and Gogo smiled with pride whilst Wasabi looked at Gogo with a raised eyebrow and arms crossed. As Rufus scurried up Gogo to reach her shoulder.

“We got bored waiting on the bus.” Gogo shrugged. “Right Rufus?” She offered her finger for a tiny high five which the small mole rat accepted.

“Oh yeah we bad!” Rufus squeaked.

Elsewhere:

Deep in the gathering gloom of his lair Obake oversaw his accomplishment grow in power as he typed on the keyboard of his computer. Shego and Noodle Burger Boy watched the show as well.

“Wow mister, your plan seems to be working.” Noodle burger boy observed.

“Seems?” Obake questioned rather loud. “I bet a song will..” Noodle burger boy was then shut up by a blast in the back compliments of Shego’s plasma blast from her finger. Noodle Burger boy then fell to the ground deactivated.

“Hm you read my mind.” Obake mused. “He was getting on my nerves.” Shego just shrugged.

Obake then looked to a certain red clad armoured robot in the room with them. “Perhaps you’ll be better company.” He mused as he pressed a key on his keyboard and Baymax’s eyes returned to their normal black circles bringing him back to his old self.

“Hello I am Baymax.” He greeted in his normal voice but found himself unable to move his arm. “I am unable to move.”

“Well I can’t have you running off, but I thought a chat might be nice.” Obake said.

“Oh great the only chat he’ll get is about health advice.” Shego groaned to herself. To which Baymax blinked.

He took a scan of Obake and highlighted a certain part of his brain which was shown in purple and red as he spoke.

“I’ll be remembered forever because of whats about to happen.” Obake said in a rather happy tone. “Impressive isn’t it.”

“You are in need of medical care.” Baymax noted. Which did get Shego’s attention.

“Oh this?” Obake said as his face glowed purple when he touched it. “A souvenir from a childhood mishap.” He dismissed.

“Uh what kind of childhood mishap?” Shego asked the healthcare robot.

“The damage is significant and growing.” Baymax diagnosed from the scan. “it is affecting his temporal parietal junction.”

“The part of the brain that allows one to tell right from wrong, I know” Obake said but didn’t look concerned.

“Well that explains a lot.” Shego said to herself.

“Your condition is treatable.” Baymax then diagnosed only for Obake to laugh to himself.

“Why would I want to do that?” Obake said as he turns his chair round to face Baymax and Shego and they see his face glowing neon purple. “Its been quite liberating.”

Baymax tilted his head in confusion, however Shegos attention was focused on something else on the monitors.

“Heads up looks like we have guests.” Shego pointed out and Obake turned to see on the monitor of footage showing Kim and Ron enter the lair through the lift and ran down the corridor. Obake just smirked at this prospect.

Kim and Ron ran down the hallways of the lair in search of their missing companion. They found the room he was previously in but he was not there now.

“Wait where is he?” Ron questioned. “He must be in the main control room, and I’m betting thats where we’ll find Obake.” Kim guessed.

“I must say Mrs Possible you never cease to impress me.” Called a voice on the intercom then a hologram of Obake himself appeared and they could see that the left part of his face was glowing.

“Whoa Freds right that is a creepy dude!” Ron grimaced.

“Surprised to see me Aken!” Kim smirked.

“A little I’m a little surprise you survived my trap.” Obake admitted.

“Uh what part of she can do anything did you not comprehend?” Kim said in a gloating way.

“I admit I have made a number of miscalculations involving the two of you, but your presence cannot stop the tide of progress.” Obake mused.

“Dude you call murdering millions of innocent people progress your delusional!” Ron exclaimed.

“Which by the way is so not happening, Big Hero 6 will stop your exploding star, and when they do Global Justice will be waiting for you with hand cuffs!” Kim said pointing at the mad man.

“I doubt it, but why not entertain yourself whilst you watch a new world being born.” Obake said chuckling.

At the other end of the hallway illuminated by a glowing green light from her hands was Shego standing in their path.

“I’ll leave you to your work my dear.” Obake said as his hologram disappeared. The two opponents stared each other down like a pair of wolves ready to attack.

“Ron, go find Baymax I’ll take care of Shego.” Kim looked to her sidekick with a serious look in her eyes. Ron nodded and took his leave and Shego let him pass which left the two women completely alone.

“I don’t get it Shego, you let me and Hiro escape and knowing what you do now you’re still working with him!?” Kim questioned.

“What can I say princess I’m a complicated girl you of all people should know that.” Shego smirked.

With that the two take up a combat stance then charged forwards as their fists met each other in the air.

Back at the Bay:

Inside the Kaiju mech, Hiro, Fred and Mini Max continued to watch the star grow but did not act as it was not the right time.

“Is it time now?” Fred asked eagerly. “Now? how about now? oh oh I know how about now?

However they still waited then right before their eyes they began to see the reaction taking place. The time was now.

“Now!” Hiro slammed a button on the console and activated the energy amplifier which surged with energy inside the cockpit Hiro buckled himself in the seat and the buckle had the Big Hero 6 logo printed on it. Hiro looked with a determined glare.

“Its Kaiju cannon ball time!” Hiro said determined and moved the lever forwards bringing the mech up to full power its eyes glowed purple and it prepared itself for a jump raising its arms in the air then taking off into the sky like a rocket. It ascended into the air leaving the city nothing but a spec below.

Hiro, Fred and Mini Max looked forward with determined frowns until Fred spoke up.

“I just want you to know, that being a super hero with you had been an honour.” Fred smiled to which Hiro replied with a smile of his own.

“You guys are the best.” Honey agreed on the coms.

“I’m proud of what we’ve done.” Wasabi said as he buckled himself into the drivers seat of the buss.

“Same.” Gogo merely said.

“I’m glad we met you guys,” Kim said as she blocked Shego’s attack with her gauntlet shield. “And I know Tadashi would be proud of all of you if he could see you now.”

“Yeah and no matter what happens next, if we go out we might as well go out with a blaze of glory together!” Ron agreed as he ran through the base.

“Uh huh!” Rufus agreed on the coms.

“Inspiring words.” Mini Max agreed.

“Guys, I know I’ve made some mistakes but…” Hiro confessed.

“We’ve all made mistakes.” Honey Lemon said.

“Yeah some big, some little and some that can’t be forgiven.” Ron agreed as he continued his search.

“But we get through it because we’re a team.” Wasabi said determined as he drove the bus away tires screeching with the evacuated citizens on board.

“Whats important is how we make right by those mistakes and not let them define who we are.” Kim mused as she jumped to avoid blasts from Shego who then formed her plasma blades from her gauntlets and charged towards Kim who formed her shield and blocked the blades.

“Not bad words, but kinda pointless, you think those losers can stop this plan thats being a bit optimistic isn’t it?” Shego questioned.

“They have more courage then you or Obake will ever have and they have what he doesn’t a real reason for what they do!” Kim glared with effort.

“Oh please.”Shego said as she then generated a giant plasma blast which catapulted Kim across the floor and damages her armour destroying her left shoulder pad and leaving her with one gauntlet on her right wrist.

“You know we’re even right?” Shego said. “We’ve both been armed by geniuses with toys to further our potential.”

Kim groaned as she tried to stand up and could see her shield wasn’t working but when she reacher for her pocket she felt something and she instantly knew what it was.

“We’re practically a couple of walking armouries!” Shego exclaimed.

“Maybe Shego.” Kim said standing up. “But lets see how well you do without your toys!” Kim turned and fired her laser lipstick at Shego like a wave and she blocked the blast with her arms but it wasn’t her Kim was trying to hit.

Shego looked and saw the laser blast had destroyed her energy enhancing gauntlets she saw them crumble to the ground. She growled as she lit up her hands with plasma energy and charged at Kim like wise Kim charged back and flipped over her with a jump then performed a leg swipe tripping Shego up.

High above, the kaiju mech shot through the cloud bank and inside the crew readied themselves for the big one.

“Lets make some big waves!” Fred said waving his arm for empathises and he grabbed a large lever above his head and together Hiro and Fred pulled the levers which commanded the mech to curl into a ball just as they reached the atmosphere. The mech came crashing down from the sky back down to the sea.

Honey Lemon was still reinforcing Globby’s breaker with her blue chem balls. She looked up and saw the mech falling from the sky. However she then turned to the collapsing star which began to collapse in on itself shrinking down into a smaller humming star.

On land Gogo was gathering up a cat as she looked to see the star collapsing and Wasabi saw it from the bus window as did Rufus as the two looked at each other. Wade was watching everything from a satellite view of the area and was sweating like mad with nervousness. Honey looked with great concern, Fred’s look changed from a confident look to a concerning one. Ron stopped in the base and looked up into the air knowing the star was nearly ready to blow. Kim struggled against Shego but looked considerable worried. Hiro looked with determination.

In a flash the star collapsed and disappeared and silence fell over the whole area. With an almighty bang the star exploded letting out a shockwave of energy causing an explosion equivalent to that of 10 million Hiroshima bombs just as the Kaiju mech crashed down into the bay with a huge splash letting loose a powerful wave.

Gogo knelt down as she shielded the cat from the gale force winds that followed the explosion. From a distance away Wasabi watched the star explosion and the wave forming around it as Rufus stood on his right shoulder with a concerning hand on his face and Wasabi placed a hand on his. He then felt someone holding his hand and it was a little girl who looked on.

Wade was watching everything unfold from his room as he sat tensed up on his chair.

“Please please please please please.” he begged with crossed fingers hoping and praying this would work.

The wave had just covered the entire explosion and the reaction happened the entire explosion was cancelled out and the waves retracted carrying the Kaju mech with it and the massive tidal wave headed for the water breaker.

“I’m questioning all my life choices!” Globby said rather scared.

“You got this Globby!” Honey Lemon encouraged which brought a determined look on the glob monster turned heroes face.

The wave crashed into the breaker with devastating force and Globby growled with ferocity as he tried to keep the wave back Honey Lemon pushed on the other side as the water built up, when suddenly the breaker sprung a leak and another one which Honey quickly sealed up with her chemballs generating blue goop balls.

Globby reformed his face just as a boat crashed into him and he looked rather horrified he closed his eyes as he held out. Then slowly the water receded and swept back into the sea just as the dawn broke on sunrise. The catastrophe was over.

Globby opened his eyes and saw it was all over and he survived. “Ha ha ha! It worked!” He laughed with joy.

“OOO I knew you could do it!” Honey Lemon said hugging the glob wall. On land the people cheered with praise knowing the heroes had succeeded in saving not just their village but also their lives.

“Yes!” Wasabi and the girl cheered. “YES!” Rufus squeaks as he hugged Wasabi’s face with joy.

“You know I shouldn’t but what the heck.” Wasabi said. “A BOOYAH!” He cheered.

Gogo came out of a wooden house behind a door hat fell to the ground still carrying the kitten in her arms. Then just behind her more kittens emerged meowing in joy knowing they were safe and Gogo bore a smile of relief.

“YESSS!” Wade cheered from his room practically spinning on his chair. “IT WORKED KIM IT WORKED ITS ALL OVER! YOU DID IT GUYS!”

Obake’s lair:

Inside the lair it began to collapse the shockwave from the wave also hit Obake’s underground lair as a result the structure was becoming unstable and began to collapse.in the hallways and during the fight Shego stopped and saw this happening.

“What, what just happened?” Shego questioned.

“He did it!” Kim gasped knowing what had just transpired. “Its over, Hiro did it! He saved the city!” she exclaimed in joy.

“BOOYAH! THATS MY MAN HIRO!” Ron exclaimed with joy as he heard it over the kimmunicator line. But was snapped back to reality when he saw the falling rubble.

“Oh yeah right find Baymax now celebrate later!” Ron said as he kept running through the base.

“Thats it I’m out of here!” Shego said running from the collapsing lair leaving Kim in the dust.

“Yep defiantly bad.” Kim agreed as she hurried to find Ron and Baymax.

From the control centre of his lair Obake watched the events unfold on the monitors which were blacking out one by one as his lair collapsed around him. He had seen Big Hero 6 had succeeded in stopping his grand vision.

“Hiro, how could he possibly?” Obake said in disbelief and utter shock.

“Hiro is clever and resourceful.” Baymax pointed out as Obake looked completely distraught.

The rest of his surveillance monitors blacked out and he faced the reality that his so called visionary scheme had been undone, by one who he thought could be his very equal but he was wrong. He was completely despondent.

“My new city, my dream.” Obake said in loss. “They still remember Shimamoto they revere her.” He stumbled backwards from the collapsing rubble around him.

“My scan indicates that, this structure is sustaining damage.”Baymax diagnosed the lair falling apart around them and some rubble bounced off his head.

“This wouldn’t have mattered!” Obake said as he touched the glowing area of his face. “I would have lived forever, the man who remade the city into something perfect!” He said in disbelief and anger that he was denied his glory.

He lowered his head down and lost all sense of hope realising his dream was shattered and that there was nothing left for him now. He turned to Baymax opened his access port and removed his Obake chip reactivating all of the healthcare robots functions including his movement.

“There there.” Baymax said patting Obake’s shoulder.

“You should go.” Obake said releasing him. “You are in danger.” Baymax noted.

“Yes I’m aware of that!” Obake said almost as if he didn’t care. “Do I have your permission to help you?” Baymax questioned.

“Go to him go to Hiro!” Obake lashed out before looking down. “Tell him, I still think we would have done great things together.”

“I am a personal healthcare companion, I cannot leave until you say you are satisfied with your care.” Baymax explained as Obake turned around and took a seat in front of his console and after a minute of silence.

“I am satisfied…with my care.”He said simply and that was the command for Baymax to leave.

With that Baymax turned around and began to leave the room, but he turned his head to take one last look at Obake who sat in despair as his world collapsed around him. The healthcare companion wanted to help him despite everything he’s done but the robot had to do what his programmed command tells him to do. And so he left the control centre as the villain accepted his decided fate.

Elsewhere in the base Kim was running from hallway to hallway looking for any sign of Ron in the hopes he had found Baymax or Obake. The lair was collapsing faster and faster in a minute this would be a collapsed wreck at the bottom of the bay. She turned a corner and found what looked like an escape pod it maybe their only means of escape. She hurried and tried to open it but it was locked and it turns out with good reason.

“Ah ah ah.” Said a voice and Kim looked in the window of the pod to find a certain green villainess standing inside it.

“All full I’m afraid Kimmy, its been a blast!” Shego said as she powered up the pod and it rocketed off into the air and out of the collapsing base.

“Great.” said a rather sarcastic Kim. “A perfect end to a perfect day.”

“Kim!” Called a voice and she turned to see Ron running towards her.

“Ron! Wheres Obake?” Kim asked “We can worry about that later this lair is falling apart and Shego took the only escape pod.”

“Oh no she didn’t, look what I found.” Ron said and they soon heard footsteps approaching and Kim saw something that made her gasp with joy.

On the surface Hiro and Fred were having problems of their own. The Mega Kaju mech was in pieces sinking to the bottom of the bay after the hit it took from the shockwave. In the cockpit Hiro, Fred and Mini Max were trying to get out before they drowned kicking the cockpit doors/eyes of the mech to force them open. Hiro tried and tried again to force the cockpit door open but it was no good it was jammed and the water level kept rising.

Fred emerged from the water and looked to Hiro. “Everything’s jammed!” Fred relayed.

Hiro kept kicking and kicking the door with all his strength but it still wouldn’t shift. He looked to Fred shaking his head there was no way out, in saving the city it looked like they doomed themselves.

All of a sudden a red armoured hand dug into the porthole and tore it off the mech and it was Baymax who ripped off the porthole entrance and then tossed it away. He then turned to his compatriots. Then appearing on his back were Kim and Ron in tow.

“Hey boys, look who we found.” Kim smiled and Hiro gasped and laughed with joy as his friend was safe.

“I was alerted to your need for..” “Baymax!” Hiro interrupting him and wasted no time in hugging him.

“Hiro.” Baymax returned the hug, whilst Kim and Ron put their hands on the young genius too.

Fred escaped from the mech and hopped onto Baymax’s left arm and Mini Max used his own armour jet pack to fly out.

“We are still sinking.” Mini Max pointed out to which they were.

“It is time to go.” Baymax agreed. “Then let’s fly big guy!” Ron said.

On the shore the rest of the team, Rufus and Globby waited for the arrival of their friends hoping they were okay. Honey Lemon paced with worry whilst Globby looked out onto the open water.

Suddenly Globby noticed something on the horizon and he could instantly see what it was.

“THERE THEY ARE!” He called out and flying in from the distance was Baymax carrying, Hiro, Kim, Ron, Fred and Mini Max.

Globby laughed in joy to know they were safe whilst the rest of the team looked with faces of joy whilst Rufus jumped up and down with happiness to know his friends were alive.

Baymax landed and everyone dismounted as his wings retracted. “You guys are okay!” Honey Lemon said with joy. Hiro met with his friends for Honey Lemon to pull him into a hug, and did the same for Ron and Kim.

“We did it we saved the city!” Honey lemon cheered. “Was there ever any doubt!” Ron agreed as he hugged Honey Lemon too and Rufus hopped over and hugged Rons face.

“Nice job genius.” Gogo said to the young genius rather harshly. “You helped the bad guy create a star.”

“Way to ruin the moment Gogo.” Kim said. “Yeah I I know” Hiro stuttered only to receive a hit in the arm.

“You also saved the city.” Gogo said happily. “Aw yeah thats the attitude we like to hear!” Ron said pulling Gogo into a hug.

“Ron no hugs!” Gogo said with a strict face.

“Thanks but, none of this would have happened, if I hadn’t been so…me.” Hiro admitted with some guilt still.

“True being you did put the city in danger.” Kim pointed out much to everyones surprise. “But being you also made things right and saved the city, and I learned a long time ago that being yourself is more than enough to save the world.”

Hiro then gave a smile to that sentence. “Tadashi was right,” Baymax said hugging him. “You are a good kid.”

With that everyone joined in a group hug to share the moment and even Globby joined in wrapping himself around the group of heroes with a smile. Despite Wasabi being a little grossed out. They enjoyed the moment and then broke off from the hug.

“Yeah we saved the city but Shego got away.” Kim then said.

“What about Obake?” Hiro asked. “I don’t know man I didn’t see him get out.” Ron said as they all looked out over to the rising sun.

“Do.. do you think he survived?” Wasabi wondered. “I wish I knew Wasabi, I wish I knew.” Kim said as her hair blew in the wind.

Lucky Cat Cafe:

In the cafe a newscast about the near catastrophe was broadcasting on the television by Bluff Dunder.

“It was a countdown to catastrophe, but thanks once again to the combined efforts of Big Hero 6 and teen hero Kim Possible I am fine.” Bluff reported but then realised what he just said. “A, and the city is too which is what I was worried about.” He covered up

“Who are these mysterious do gooders?” Bluff then wondered to the audience.

“They did it.” Ann said with pride. “Thats our girl.” James agreed.

Mochi let out a meow whilst Aunt Cass was eating a cup cake in worry her fifth one. Then the tweebs noticed a certain young genius, his health care companion and their sister and friend arrive at the cafe in their casual attire, enter the store and the sound of the bell got their attention.

“Aunt Cass.” Hiro breathed in happiness, Cass turned to see her nephew standing in the doorway.

“Hiro!” Cass startled as she tossed her cupcake to Mochi and hurried over to her nephew. “Kimmy!” Ann said as she and James hurried over too.

Cass embraced Hiro in a hug whilst James and Ann embraced their daughter in a hug too.

“You’re safe where were you?” Cass said rather worried. “There was a star and and this huge wave and the city almost..”

“I saw it.” Hiro said “You saw it?” Cass asked and Hiro acted quickly to cover it up.

“Uh I saw it on my phone while I was safely hiding at school.” Hiro explained the best he could.

“Yeah uh where me and Ron took him to hide at school before we went to help those Big Hero 6 guys.” Kim covered up too.

“Yeah also my phone battery died at school.” Hiro added smiling innocently but Cass wasn’t sure she felt like her nephew was hiding something.

“Is there something your not telling me?” Cass asked.

“Yes.” Baymax said with a knowing finger “We are..”

“Starving!” Ron then covered up quickly. “Well I’m starving.” Hiro added. Baymax then looked over Hiro and Ron and diagnosed their ‘hunger’

“Starvation is not imminent,” Baymax showed a calendar on his viewing screen. “It would take weeks without choleric sustenance to…”

“Okay let’s have some breakfast.” Cass decided stopping Baymax’s sentence.

“Ah thanks Aunt Cass.” Hiro said thankfully. “Its good to be home.” He then hugged his aunt.

“I don’t suppose theres room for us in that breakfast?” Kim asked.

“Oh of course there is for all of you.” Cass said kindly. “Well I help with that.” Ann said.

“Really if I recall in home mech back in high school you were always second to me?” Cass teased. “Hey Cassie I’ve improved since then.” Ann teased back heading up stairs to cook. Followed by the rest of the family and their friends.

“You all did good kids, you saved a lot of people.” James whispered to Hiro and Kim.

“We saved a lot of people.” Hiro agreed as they headed upstairs.

The following afternoon:

Kim and Hiro arrived at SFIT and stood outside the door to a certain deans office, and Hiro held his energy amplifier in hand but was nervous about what was to come.

“Hiro, you ready for this?” Kim asked. “Yes I’m prepared to accept the consequences of my actions.” Hiro said knowing he’d probably lost his place at SFIT.

“I’ll be waiting outside for you.” Kim said and Hiro knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Granville’s voice called and Hiro looked back to Kim who gave a thumbs up in response as he entered the office.

He found Professor Granville typing on her computer at her desk and he approached a little nervous.

“So uh, about my final project I..” “Getting an A.” Granville interrupted turning her computer around to show Hiro what she was looking at and it was photos of Big Hero 6, Kim and Ron with the civilians they saved.

“For showing ingenuity, and for saving the city.” Granville said smiling as she scrolled down the photos. And Hiro was amazed despite everything he achieved his passing grade for the semester.

Hiro then looked up to his tutor with an apologetic look.

“Thank you Professor Granville, uh for everything.” Hiro thanked. “For trying to teach me about limits, I I think I get it now.” He handed his amplifier to the professor smiling.

“Its a lesson I’ve had to re learn a few times myself Mr Hamada.” Granville admitted. “Everyone makes mistakes.”

“But, it’s how we learn and make right by them that matters.” Hiro then realised to which Granville did crack a small smile knowing he was learning well and took the amplifier to her safe.

Hiro cracked a small smile as Granville placed the amplifier into her safe in the wall and typed in a code to seal it away for safe keeping.

“But don’t get too comfortable.” Granville then pointed out which changed Hiro’s look a little. “Next semester will be even more of a challenge, I hope you can handle it.”

With that Hiro looked with a confident smile and nodded as he took his leave of the office and Granville did crack a small smile as he did, however.

“Hiro.” She then said getting his attention as it’s the first time the professors ever called him by his first name.

“Do you or miss Possible know what happened, to him?” Granville asked wanting to know the fate of her former student.

Hiro looked to the professor wanting to answer that question but he himself wasn’t sure about the fate of Obake after stopping his Great Catastrophe.

Later in deep beneath the bay:

Sometime later Baymax and Hiro donned their aquatic gear which was coloured black and Prussian blue Baymax’s suit had some red lines on his suit and some jet propellors on his shoulders with red pipes leading to his chest. His head was his normal face encased in a glass bubble. Hiro wore similar armour with fins on his helmet and a rebreather on his helmet with a jet pack to move him through the water.

The two were searching what was left of Obake’s base looking for any signs of life before Global Justice could arrive to salvage the wreck.

Baymax ran a scan with his sensor but could detect no signs of life on the ocean floor, not human life anyway.

“I do not detect Aken comma Bob.” Baymax relayed as Hiro swam with his tablet scanning the area with Wade.

“He’s right Hiro I’m not picking up anything.” Wade agreed.

“He couldn’t have survived this it’s impossible.” Hiro doubted as they swam and continued the search.

“As you have said nothing is impossible.” Baymax mentioned as they kept searching.

However they didn’t notice on the bed of the ocean floor close by some sand blew away to reveal a certain chip lying in the sand, could Obake have survived I guess we’ll never truly know the answer.

Authors notes: The city is safe the catastrophes over but is Obake truly gone for good? Who knows.Upon watching the final part of the episode I thought it would be a good idea for Hiro to have some form of nervous breakdown given he’s been building up a lot of guilt over his part in Obake’s master plan. But Kim reminded him that being smart isn't what he is its what he does with it.

The story not over yet folks see you at the epilogue and post Epilouge.

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Decryption_Error: “Beneath the Bright Lights”

Summary: As the holiday season begins, Y/N sees a side of Elliot she had nearly forgotten about. However, Darlene is able to hit the reset button for her brother, and Elliot and Y/N end up having a memorable, happy holiday season.

Decryption_Error: All Chapters

A/N: ** Lines/Story credited to the show, not me.

Word Count: 9100

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Warnings: Angst, Verbal attack, Marijuana use, Smut (18+ up, please)

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“We could just . . . not pick her up?”

“She’ll love the organized chaos of a high-society social. Maybe she can even do some networking?”

Even though I couldn’t see it, I knew Elliot rolled his eyes; I chuckled and lightly smacked his shoulder with the back of my hand.

We were on our way to pick up Darlene before heading to my parents’ house in Greenwich to kick off the first event of the holiday social season. Every year, on the Saturday before Thanksgiving, Dad hosted a party for the members of the board and his investors. It was a way to maintain relationships, form new ones, and offer a thank you to everyone who helped with the company’s growth.

The general public was committed to its characterization of what it was like to be an owner of a company on Wall Street—bouncing from meeting to meeting before sitting in an office to bark out orders like a ringmaster in a circus, whose priority was not to entertain but to squeeze the most money out of every person in the tent or to squeeze every ounce of productivity out of every employee. In reality, owning a company meant maintaining a huge social jerk, a near-constant stroking of egos in order to reassure some of the most insecure people, who also happened to be some of the most wealthy people, that you weren’t going to lose the most important thing to them: their money.

This party was especially important because Dad was announcing his retirement. Normally, this created a drop off in stocks because people panicked. Out with the stability they had always known and in with something new. If there was anything people with money hated (aside from parting with it), it was change.

And Elliot wasn’t interested in any of it—he didn’t understand the need for it. Or perhaps it wasn’t that he didn’t understand it, but that he didn’t approve of it and was not willing to risk hurting my feelings to say so.

I had just returned from a business trip in Denver, and I was so insanely paranoid there would be another attack while I was gone. I was the one who had to deal with the brunt of the board and didn’t want to risk placing that kind of pressure on the new Senior Manager, JaLeah, or even Ali. But as of this evening, there were no further cyberattacks on our company. In fact, DoS attacks were down by 15%. Typically, there are surge of attacks close to the holidays like there had been on the Fourth of July.

Elliot’s voice startled me out of my thoughts, asking, “How many people are going to be there?”

“Many, many people, but since it’s at our house, you can hide in my room when you’ve had enough. You look handsome, by the way.”

He was wearing light gray pants, a nice slim-fit chino. He had donned a navy sweater over a white dress shirt and tamed his hair into a side part. He looked nice, normal, at least in the way I knew he envisioned normal.

He reached over and took my hand, pulling it into his lap so he could lace his fingers through mine.

“I missed you.”

“It’s a shame we have to spend my first night back surrounded by other people.”

“Are you tired?”

“Exhausted,” I breathed as I pulled in front of the building where Darlene was staying and threw my flashers on while we waited for her to come out. She wasn’t long, and I reached behind my seat to fish in my overnight bag for the black heels I promised her.

Darlene had her hair pulled up in a ballerina bun and her makeup looked flawless. Her dress was black, fitted, and fairly short with long, lace sleeves. She was currently accessorizing it with a worn pair of high-top chucks.

“You look gorgeous—even with the chucks,” I said as I dangled my heels. “These are the ones you tried on the other night.”

“Perfect,” she mumbled as she unlaced her shoes.

“Feeling conservative, tonight?” Elliot smirked as he peeked around his seat.

“Shut your face, Sweater Vest,” she retorted without looking up.

“I’m not wearing a sweater-vest.”

“Whatever, Mr. Tanner. Isn’t this what rich people look like? Basic black and heels and shit?”

“Is that what I look like to you?” I asked mildly offended and majorly concerned that I looked like a caricature.

Neither Elliot nor Darlene said anything for so long I actually guffawed.

Elliot laughed softly and pulled our still laced together hands to his mouth and pressed a quick kiss to the top of my wrist.

“You look good. You always look nice.”

“Mmm,” I said, unconvinced as I pulled my hand from his grasp to put the car in drive.

We chatted on our way out of the city, mostly about the party and about our childhood Thanksgivings. I found myself scaling back the details of my own in the event that it would seem obnoxiously normal; I didn’t want to feel like I was throwing my happy childhood in their faces. However, it did seem they had some normality with Angela and her parents, always ditching their own house in favor of hers, especially before her mom died.

When we crept up the drive, the party was already in full swing in the heated tents in the backyard, so I pulled into the garage so we could sneak in our bags. The house was full of caterers and servers, so we quickly dashed upstairs.

I flicked on the light to Charlie’s room, which was closest to mine, and Darlene threw her bag on his bed, her eyes taking in the bedroom.

“If you ever need a house sitter, I better be your first call.”

“My parents are actually downsizing their place in the city and moving out here. I can’t remember if I mentioned it, but tonight’s the night Dad announces his retirement.”

“Is that, like, a big deal?” Darlene asked.

“For several million reasons, it is.”

Darlene nodded and said she was going to use the bathroom, if she could find it, she muttered as she flicked on the light to Char’s closet.

“It’s on your other left,” I laughed as I went to my room.

Elliot was on the balcony which overlooked the party. With my heels on, I was just a bit taller than him so I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my chin on his shoulder.

“Are you going to be cool with all of this? It won’t be as stuffy as the last few parties I made you go to.”

“I’m surprised the tent is big enough to house all of that ego.”

I turned into his neck and inhaled the familiar scent of his aftershave.

“Because you, Mr. Hackerpants, have no ego at all,” I teased before pressing my lips to his neck.

“I don’t use my skills to rob the masses blind.”

I loosened my grip on his waist and stepped back.

“You don’t have to go. I just thought it would be nice if the family was there for Dad’s announcement.”

Even with my loosened grip, I felt Elliot’s body tense. I let him go and he turned to face me, leaning back against the railing.

“I’m family?”

I shrugged, unable to meet his eyes because I feared his rejection when I answered, “Yeah. We consider you a part of our clan now.”

Elliot sighed and stepped forward, his finger moving to lift my chin.

His polychromatic eyes were a swirl of blue and grey tonight, making them seem almost ethereal in the flickering lights from below and the back light from my room. I couldn’t quite read his expression, which seemed to be something I struggled with a lot lately. I wasn’t sure why, but Elliot wasn’t the open book he was when I first met him. Long ago I had theorized that he hadn’t learned to guard himself from me in the early stages of our relationship, like the night we first had sex. His vulnerability had once been laid bare to me, but it was almost always gone now and I sometimes wondered if I had projected, idealized the version of Elliot I wanted to see, the version that needed me.

Elliot tilted his head slightly up and kissed me, a soft sweet kiss.

“Okay,” he whispered against my lips before he pulled away.

Darlene’s clicking heels on the hardwood floor interrupted the moment and we turned to meet her, ready to head to the party.

Dad’s announcement went over well since he said he’d remain on the board for at least two more years. His replacement was a company favorite, a man not entirely unlike Miles with his perfect reputation and his ambition to climb, but I thought he was a good choice, a safe choice.

I left toward the end of the party, my face tired from the banal talk and the even more banal smiles. When I went upstairs to my room after grabbing a spoon, a can of caviar from the fridge, and a sleeve of crackers, Darlene was laying across the end of the bed sorting a pile of business cards.

“Oh! You did some networking?” I said as I emptied my hands and reached to open the caviar. I prepped a cracker and walked over to Darlene before popping it in my mouth.

“Networking for that rich D,” she said with a smirk.

I swallowed, barely holding back a laugh, “Even better!”

I leaned over to take a look at her pile and frowned.

“Can I help?”

“Have at it,” she said as slid off the bed and headed to the caviar.

“Married. Married. Married.” I said as I tossed those cards to the side.

“This one broke Char’s heart last season, so he’s maybe bi? Maybe in denial?”

“Toss. I don’t want your brother’s sloppy seconds,” Darlene said.

“Fair enough,” I agreed as I continued. “He’s nice. Nice. Holy fuck—”

Darlene grinned like a cat as I held up the most coveted number in my social circle. Alexander Strömberg was gorgeous, perpetually single, a tech genius, and a self-made billionaire.

“He overhead me talking about cryptojacking, hypothetically, of course, and before I knew it, he was fetching me a drink and holding my elbow like I was my fair fucking lady. We talked. And we totally made out by the pool.”

I made an incomprehensible noise between a sigh and a slight moan. “He’s gorgeous. And smart as a whip.”

Darlene raised her brow, “He did say he knew you . . .”

“We’ve crossed paths over the years,” I said, looking toward Elliot who didn’t seem to be listening to a thing we were saying. “But neither of us ever made anything of it.”

Darlene finished another cracker before she gathered up her pile of business cards, throwing the ones I warned her about in the trash. She stretched and said she was going to find her way to the kitchen to find something more substantial than “fancy-ass” caviar. I gave her directions and she waved, not bothering to glance back as she headed downstairs.

I stretched out in her vacated spot and used my feet to kick off my heels. I glanced up, angling my head to look at Elliot as his fingers never paused in their trajectory over the keys of his laptop. He had dipped out not long after Dad’s announcement, and he hadn’t even glanced up when I came upstairs. His sweater had been discarded and his white button down was open, revealing his white undershirt.

“I hate these things. But I’m glad everyone knows about Dad’s retirement. I was tired of keeping that secret.”

“Didn’t look like you hated it.”

“I can assure you, I did. Now everyone thinks I’m maneuvering for a position in Dad’s company. I felt like a broken record repeating that I have no interest in leaving the tech side of things.”

“My heart bleeds for you.”

I sat up on my elbows and stared at Elliot, disbelieving of his cold tone.

“What?”

Elliot huffed and looked up from his laptop, and there was an edginess in him I hadn’t seen since Sarah had texted him about the server room. Anger seemed to be surging under his skin, humming.

Elliot’s eyes locked on mine, unwavering in their brutality before they flicked to the ceiling as he leaned his head back and stated, “Why the fuck should I sit here and listen to a rich little girl complain about doing rich people things? Do you understand everyone in that room tonight could cut their salaries in half and still have more money than they could spend in a lifetime? That everyone here, at this house, your house, could effectively end the desperate paycheck-to-paycheck struggles of every person who works for them? I don’t give a fuck if you’re tired from smiling at shitty jokes and drinking expensive champagne and eating fucking caviar.”

“What the fuck, Elliot?” I said as I slid off the bed and stood, the blood rushing to my ears, roaring with the humiliation that was coloring my cheeks red.

He rolled his eyes and shut his laptop, tossing it on the bed beside him as he stood to unbutton the cuffs of his dress shirt. I took a step back, and he didn’t even glance up as he popped the buttons and shrugged out of the sleeves.

“Elliot? Seriously! What the hell was that?”

He brushed past me and walked over to his backpack and dug out a pack of cigarettes. Without looking at me again, he went on to the balcony and lit up.

As I stood dumbfounded and staring at his silhouette, Darlene walked in, saying she forgot her phone as she walked over to my nightstand. When she processed the look on my face and read the tension in the room, she asked, “What’s up?” as her eyes looked between me and her brother on the balcony.

“Nothing,” I mumbled as I looked away and moved toward my desk.

“Tell me. Please,” she added as she stepped in front of me.

“It’s nothing,” I said as I stepped around her and gathered up the caviar and crackers and tossed them into the trash, disgust churning in my gut.

“Elliot’s clearly pulled a dumbass move. If we can’t talk to each other, who can we talk to?” she pleaded, her eyes, so like his, boring into the back of my head.

I pressed my lips together and inhaled, steadying my nerves as I turned to her and explained, “He’s not . . . himself. I haven’t seen him like this for months—I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him this . . . mean,” I finished as I blinked quickly, holding back tears because Elliot certainly didn’t deserve them.

Darlene frowned and for once she didn’t bite out a sarcastic remark. She seemed far away in her thoughts when she finally said, “Think I’ll have a smoke, too. You mind grabbing me a water? Sorta forgot to get one when I was talking to your parents.”

I took the hint and was relieved to get out of the room. My legs felt shaky as I made my way down the hallway, and when I descended the steps, my hand clung tightly to the rail as I continued to fight the urge to cry as Elliot’s dark words pierced through my mind, seemingly stuck in a belligerent loop.

I took a deep breath and steeled my features before I went into the kitchen and made light, normal conversation with my mom and dad.

Even after my parents said goodnight, I sat in the kitchen, replaying what Elliot said. It wasn’t the first time he had expressed himself about socioeconomic division, but it was certainly the first time I understood that he did not separate me from my parents’ wealthy status. I thought Elliot saw me just for me, but tonight proved I was wrong.

Darlene walked quietly into the kitchen and I looked up, not bothering to hide my hurt.

“Is Elliot asleep?”

“Nah. He’s waiting to see you.”

“I don’t want to see him.”

“I don’t blame you, Y/N,” she said, her expression soft as she approached me. “But please don’t give up on him now. Just . . . hear him out.”

I frowned and thought about all the times I swore to myself that I’d be someone Elliot trusted, someone he could count on, someone who wouldn’t leave him.

I nodded and gave her shoulder a squeeze before I grabbed two waters from the fridge. The walk to my room was long as dread settled heavily in my stomach.

Elliot was sitting on the bed facing the doorway as his feet dangled off the floor thanks to the high bedframe. The first thing I noticed was that the change in his demeanor was so stark it nearly made me take a step back. Gone was the edginess, the closed off body language, the skittish glances. In front of me was the Elliot I could read like a book, and when he didn’t raise his head to meet my eyes, I knew he was in the same state of misery as I was.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” his voice quiet, a deep sadness wrapping up every word.

“You hurt me.”

Elliot looked up, a flicker of relief on his face that I was being direct with him. He had trouble with ambiguity, especially when it came to feelings.

“I don’t want you to bury your feelings, ever. This life—my life—I know it fucks with your moral compass, the idea that anyone rich can’t be good. But fuck, Elliot. You really came at me, at my family, who, in case you forgot, consider you family, too.”

I was starting to feel angry.

“I know. And I am sorry.”

“I know.”

Elliot scooted forward and stood, taking a few tentative steps toward me.

“Do you have any idea what kind of people were at that party?”

“Good people. Bad people. In-between people. Money doesn’t change that.”

“Philip Price from E Corp was here.”

“Yeah? I’ve known him since I was little. E Corp financed Dad’s manufacturing plant in Colorado—the one that employs over 600 people, in case that mattered,” I sniped.

Elliot said nothing but came closer, watching my face and imploring me to remember—and then it hit me as effectively as a slap across the face.

“Your dad worked for E Corp before he got sick.”

“As a software engineer.”

Despite my anger, I softened, knowing what Elliot’s dad meant to him and to Darlene, as much as she remembered of him.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

“He’s not the only one who got cancer. Angela’s mom, too. And there were over 20 others. All of them working out of E Corp’s Washington Township facility.”

I took some time to think about what I wanted to say next, my anger at Elliot continuing to recede.

“Are you saying E Corp was at fault?”

“Yes.”

“Have you . . . looked into it?” I asked, avoiding directly knowing whether he hacked the shit out of the biggest conglomerate on Wall Street.

“Yes.”

“And?”

“Nothing. There’s no conclusive evidence E Corp was involved.”

I shifted my weight as I thought about whether I wanted to offer my help, the last seeds of my anger dissipating as I looked at Elliot’s sad face.

“Do you—I don’t know how far I could get, but do you want me to look into it?”

“I’ve already—"

“Sure, digitally, you’ve . . . researched it. But sometimes the paper trail can . . . disappear.”

Elliot looked at me for a long time and I would’ve given anything to know what he was thinking as he formulated what he wanted to say, or rather, what he was willing to say.

“I would appreciate that.”

“Oh, Elliot,” I said as I closed the tentative distance between us and wrapped him up in a hug which he returned with equal fervor.

“I feel like I have no control sometimes,” Elliot whispered into my hair. “Everything is out of my control.”

I laughed lightly into his shoulder.

“Control is an illusion, El. No one ever really has it.”**

Elliot’s grip tightened on me, and I fell into his embrace, letting myself believe his apology and naively, so naively believe this was the last of the anger and the apologies.

* Christmas Eve *

My apartment was so hot I debated turning on the air conditioning until Elliot suggested opening the balcony door.

I flung the door open as Elliot came up behind me, pushing me onto the balcony, almost tackling me into the railing.

I laughed and he turned me around his arms, his face split into a grin as he leaned in to sloppily kiss me.

He was drunk, I was drunk, and so was everyone else still at my Christmas Eve party.

Angela and Ollie had stopped by earlier, but they had made a pretty short evening of it. I hadn’t yet clicked with Angela, mostly because she focused all of her attention on Elliot as soon as she saw him. I told him he should hang out with her more often, but a part of me was relieved when he said he really didn’t want to. I didn’t push for an explanation.

Franco and his wife, Gianna, Jill and Jack, along with Darlene and a few more friends were all in attendance. Darlene’s sometimes more-than-friend, a good-looking stockbroker, stopped by around the same time as Angela and Ollie.

Erin, Ryan, and Charlie came, and since Kathleen was on-call, Josh brought Jared and Jack, who both competed with Elliot for the attention of Jack and Jill’s dog, Robert Goulet.

My parents stopped by for a little while, insisting they weren’t going to crash the good times of “the youth” for long.

I expected Elliot to stick to either me or Darlene, but he didn’t. Instead, he spent a long time talking to Franco about his business. Elliot had said once that he would like to do that someday; start up his own cybersecurity business, land a few big clients to pay the bills, but then operate pro-bono for as many small businesses as he could.

I offered him the start-up money and he promptly looked like I had just slaughtered a bag full of puppies, so that was the end of that conversation.

Things had been normal—we had a happy thanksgiving with my family, then Elliot invited me to go with him and Darlene to visit their mother. Darlene went as far as the lobby, but I went to Mrs. Alderson’s room with Elliot. She had suffered a debilitating stroke, most likely caused by smoking, and was mostly catatonic, her eyes only occasionally flicking to Elliot as he sat with her.

Elliot and I never really talked about what happened in my room after the social, so I considered Elliot letting me in to his life by taking me to meet his mother as a way of sincerely apologizing.

But by visiting his mother, Elliot opened a door I was dying to peek into. I tried to open the door and ask more about his relationship with her, but he slammed it shut. For the past few days, I had been warring with myself with whether or not to suggest he go to therapy, and I decided my best bet was to ask Darlene what she thought he’d say if I suggested it.

It was almost 2 am when I finally kissed Jill, Jack, and Robert Goulet goodnight, but I wasn’t the last person to kiss Mr. Goulet. Elliot carried him to the elevator and I had never seen him look so adoringly at anything, but the way he looked at Robert Goulet as he handed him over to Jill was heartbreaking.

Robert Goulet didn’t help matters either by looking back, upside-down at Elliot and giving him a sad, big-eyed glance. Elliot leaned forward and smooched Robert Goulet between the eyes and Jill yelled at me to take Elliot to the shelter to pick out a puppy.

I shook my head and sighed as Elliot waved goodbye as the elevator doors shut. Jill and Jack gave a wave but I knew sure as shit that Elliot was waving at their dog.

“You can see Robert Goulet anytime you want,” I said as Elliot turned around looking sad.

“I love him.”

“I can see that.”

“He’s such a good boy.”

“He is. I take it you and Darlene never had pets?”

Elliot’s expression darkened and he shook his head no.

“Are there any Jell-O shots left?”

“If you didn’t eat them all,” I said with a laugh as Elliot headed back inside to raid the fridge.

Just as I shut the door, I saw that Darlene was shrugging into her coat. She was the last to leave, but I begged her not to.

“Don’t go. I can’t stand the thought of you not being with people who love you on Christmas morning.”

I didn’t miss the way her eyes lingered on mine, an unspoken question of whether I meant what I said.

“Stay,” I pressed.

“If you’re gonna be so up my ass about it,” Darlene said with the least unaggressive huff I’d ever heard, so I smiled and walked over to her give her a big hug and a loud kiss on the temple.

“Eat chips with me,” I said, grinning.

She giggled, clearly still drunk, but not quite as drunk as her brother.

“That dog is really fucking cute,” Darlene said as she gathered up the pita chips and the layered hummus dip.

“His name,” specified Elliot as he hollowed out his cheeks and sucked down the last Jell-O shot, “is Robert Goulet.”

Darlene laughed at the offense dripping in Elliot’s voice.

I giggled at the two of them as I slid my chip through the dip and ended up miscalculating the dip to chip ratio, half of it landing with a splat on the floor.

“Fuck,” I said, contemplating whether I should still eat it.

“I got you,” Elliot said as he stumbled over with a wad of napkins, some of them trailing behind him as he miscalculated his hand to napkin ratio.

He cleaned up the dip and I thanked him when he came back and plopped on the sofa. His eyes immediately slid shut and he had a dreamy smile on his face as he leaned back into the cushion.

“He’s dreaming about that dog,” I loudly whispered to Darlene.

“I know,” she loudly whispered in return.

As Darlene and I chattered and ate entirely too many pita chips, she eventually looked around me to give her brother a wary eye.

“El—you alive over there?”

I turned to look as he jumped a bit at being addressed and vaguely hummed in response.

“Go to bed, dork,” Darlene barked as Elliot opened his bloodshot eyes.

He shuffled to the edge of the couch and looked around like he had forgotten where he was.

“Those Jell-O shots are lethal,” I said with a grin. “And you had a whole fucking tray’s worth when you weren’t laying on the floor with Robert Goulet.”

“Robert Goulet,” Elliot sighed with a half-smile as he shook his head and stood, stumbling just a little.

“Fuck,” he muttered, as he wobbled. “Night.”

We watched Elliot walk in a semi-zigzag down the hall. There was a questionable thump that caused us to giggle loud enough before Elliot swung the bedroom door shut.

“Guess he’s alright,” I said at the end of my laugh.

“He’s fine,” Darlene said with a roll of her eyes.

“I’m glad you’re staying,” I said as I moved into Elliot’s spot, stretching my legs out.

“Thanks for asking me to,” Darlene said with a soft smile that looked just like her brother’s.

“Water?” I asked, reluctantly swinging my feet off the couch.

“I think it’s about that time,” she said, laying her head back on the couch, again, much like her brother.

I glanced up at the TV as I walked back into the living room and handed Darlene a bottle of water. The TV was still softly playing Christmas songs as a fire burned on the screen.

The fake fireplace made me realize it was awfully chilly, and I walked over to shut and lock the balcony door.

When I sat down, I looked at Darlene who had turned her head to watch my movements.

“Spill. You look like Elliot—I can see the indecisive hesitation just about making your head ready to pop off.”

“I don’t know if I’m not drunk enough or if I’m too drunk to ask.”

“That serious? Gotta be about my bonehead of a brother. I swear to god if you’re thinking about breaking up with him, I’ll kick his ass.”

“Kick his ass?” I laughed.

“Yes—because somehow I know he’ll end up fucking this up. Not to, like, shit on your relationship because I hope to fuck he doesn’t fuck it up, but I’m just saying—”

“I know what you mean. You’re a good sister. And a great friend.”

“Don’t get sentimental on me now, Y/N. Spill.”

I took a long drink of my water and put the lid back on, stretching to set the bottle on the coffee table before I settled back into the sofa.

I took a deep breath and asked what I had wanted to ask Darlene since she and I really became friends.

“Did your brother ever tell you about the incident in the Server Room?”

“You mean how you saved his ass from getting fired?”

“About what he did after he got locked in.”

Darlene took a deep breath, her hands in her lap as her chip lay idle in her fingertips.

“He told me that those guys, like, played a prank or something—locked him in with the servers because he kept hacking through their security protocols. He said he lost it and the next thing he knew, you were there. Like a fucking knight in shining armor,” she said, her voice just hinting at being teasing.

I scoffed.

“He didn’t say that,” Darlene said with an eyeroll, “but that’s what he meant. He thinks you hung the moon, Y/N. I’ve never seen him like this.”

“Happy?”

“Not since we were kids. And even then it was less . . . consistent.”

“He didn’t say anything else about that night?”

“No,” Darlene answered, her eyes boring into mine just like Elliot’s.

“I need you to be absolutely positive he didn’t say anything else—are you totally sure?”

“Yes. I am positive that’s all he said. Why?”

After a pause, my explanation came out in a bit of a rush.

“Elliot has no memory of smashing up the towers. When I found him, he was blacked out. I thought it was the head gash, but Jill assured me it wasn’t. She—she rattled off a few things that could cause a person to black out like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Anxiety attack, a reaction to traumatic stress, dissociative or dissociative identity disorder, or,” I paused, “schizophrenia.”

Darlene was quiet.

“The first time I remember it happening was when I was like six, maybe seven. My grandmother came to visit, Dad’s mom, and she was showing us all these pictures from when Dad was little. I remember thinking about how much Elliot looked like him as a kid and being a little jealous because I didn’t. Anyway, my grandmother started to cry and she told Elliot how much Dad loved him, how special he was to him, and Elliot just froze before he started screaming. He told her to shut up and a bunch of shit I can’t really remember, but Mom got so pissed. She dragged Elliot upstairs and locked him in his room.”

It felt like I had swallowed lead as I listened to Darlene, the knot of leaden nerves growing heavier as she continued.

“Once Mom was in bed, I stole her key and took Elliot dinner. He was just laying in his bed, facing the wall like he hadn’t moved all day. I remember—”

Darlene faltered for the first time in her story.

“I remember,” she said finding her voice again, “the look on Elliot’s face when he rolled over. He asked, ‘Did Mom lock me in?’”

“I told him, yeah, she did, and he asked why she hated him so much.”

“I said that maybe it was because he yelled at our grandmother, and I’ll never forget the way he looked at me because I’ve seen it enough times now. He looked at me like he had no idea what I was talking about—like I had just told him some horrible truth he had no knowledge of.”

“So, he’s blacked out since he was little?”

“I’m not sure how young, but that’s the first time I remember it happening.”

“And has—has he ever been to therapy?”

“Definitely in high school. I remember mom being livid when she found out he met with the school’s psychologist once a week.

I don’t know what it was about Elliot that always set her off. It was like he couldn’t ever do anything right. I mean, she was a fucking bitch to me, too, but all of her anger was concentrated on him. It was like he was her trigger.”

“Did she,” I stopped and paused. “This is hard to ask outright. Did she . . . hurt either of you?”

“When I was, like, 8, I found this kitten. Gray and black with four perfectly white paws. She was so little, so I snuck her into my room, even named her. Moonpie,” Darlene said with a wistful smile. “Anyway, I built a little space for her in the backyard and that’s when Mom found out. She threw us in the car, went in and got Elliot, then drove to a lake. She said—she said I had to drown the cat so I would remember that actions have consequences, and disobeying her meant a consequence. I fucking took the cat and ran for it and found her a home far away from that monster.**

I’ve got a million stories like that,” Darlene finished, finally flicking her eyes to mine. “She was a stone-cold bitch.”

I was quiet while I processed Darlene’s story, thinking it alone confirmed why she stayed in the lobby when we visited her mom.

“I don’t want to push Elliot, but there’s something he’s not telling me. Maybe not telling any of us.”

“If you push him, you could lose him. That’s all I’m going to say. How important is it for him to tell you—or us—or anyone?”

“That night at my parents’ house,” I began. “That wasn’t the first time Elliot lost his temper with me.”

Darlene huffed, “That wasn’t—fuck. I don’t know how to explain it, but that wasn’t the same. Trust me. When he really loses it, you’ll know.”

“And he never remembers?”

“No.”

“Do you think it’s an act? A way to release aggression without suffering the consequence?”

“Y/N—this is the most normal I’ve ever seen my brother. Before you, there was nothing. No one. He stayed in and jacked around on his computer. What would be the point of putting on an act for years? It’s not like he was protecting some perfect life.”

“I don’t know. Had to ask,” I said with a shrug.

“I’m just saying that he’s happy now. He’s in a good place—you are a good place.”

“I do feel like he is happy now, but I can’t stop thinking about what happens when he’s not. What if he gets depressed again? What if something does happen between us that isn’t fixable? Then he blames himself and it all goes to shit—again. How many times is he going to go through that cycle before he moves forward and stays in a forward momentum?”

I . . . want to ask him to talk to someone, a therapist, or whatever. Just . . . someone. How do you think he’ll react? Or should I just forget it?”

Darlene sighed as she thought, and I could see her nibbling her bottom lip.

“He trusts you. If anyone can suggest it, it’s you.”

“But should I?”

“I don’t know, Y/N. I mean, yeah. He’s got a fuckton of baggage, but I hate to stir shit up when he’s happy.”

“We shouldn’t have to walk on eggshells. No one’s happiness should be that fragile . . . that temporary.”

Darlene shrugged.

“Just maybe give me a warning before the shit hits the fan so I can get the fuck outta here.”

I laughed softly.

“You always assume the worst—and I get it. Well, I mean I think I understand it. I didn’t live through what you’ve lived through. And hey—this isn’t just about Elliot. If you ever need anything or anyone to unleash on, I’m here.”

Darlene looked at me and nodded her head, almost imperceptibly.

“I’ve made my peace with my shit childhood. But sometimes—"

I waited expectantly.

“Sometimes I wonder how much of it really fucked me up. I don’t—I don’t trust anyone. Like, ever.”

“Are you sure you don’t want a job?”

“What?”

“Considering what you do, I’m not surprised you feel like you have to look over your shoulder all the time. Even if you wanted to just set up a legit business for yourself, I could help you do that. Maybe you wouldn’t feel like everything was about to crash in on you at any moment. You could be totally independent.”

Darlene looked at me like I was crazy.

“You legit see the good in everything, don’t you?”

“I see the bad, but I choose to ignore as much of it as I can. I used to . . . not. That was one of the best things I learned from my therapist. She helped me climb over that wall of impending doom. Granted, it’s still there at times, but she taught me how to confront those feelings so they don’t paralyze me. I know my demons are nothing compared to yours or Elliot’s, and I know I have it easy because I can always rely on my parents to help me. But that kind of thinking leads to its own sort of darkness.”

I just want Elliot to be happy, really happy. And you, too.”

“Thanks. I don’t know if you realize what it’s like to just have someone care. That’s why I love Elliot so much—he’s always cared about me. I’ve never doubted that.”

“You shouldn’t. He loves you.”

“I haven’t always been the best sister.”

“None of us are—we have the longest relationships of our lives with our siblings. We are bound to fuck it up with them on occasion.”

Darlene laughed before growing serious again.

“Just promise me this?”

I nodded.

“If he bails on you, tries to push you away, don’t let him because it’s not really . . . it’s not really him.”

“Okay,” I promised.

“Think Elliot’ll be mad if we open a present early?”

“Oh, no way! Absolutely not! In fact, off to bed with you. Santa has to stuff the stockings.”

Darlene gave me a look of suppressed confusion and happiness, her mouth turning up in a sort of quirky smirk.

“Are you for real with this happy Christmas shit?”

“Yes—go to bed.”

Darlene shakes her head and slides off the sofa. She offers to help me clean up, but I tell her to get some sleep.

“Merry fucking Christmas,” Darlene says as hugs me.

“Santa is going to leave you coal,” I said as I gave her a final squeeze and she told me to shove it.

* New Year’s *

“I’m glad it’s just the two of us tonight. I feel like it’s been a whirlwind of parties and people.”

I brought Elliot his drink, enjoying the soft glow of the Christmas lights that sparkled on the tree Elliot helped me choose and trim. My apartment was over-decorated with lights and garland and the woodsy smell of pine was still strong because Elliot had gotten caught up in the holiday spirit, only pulling back when I told him it was all fun and games until it was time to take it all down.

Elliot’s bright, grey eyes were trained on my face as he said, “Because it has been. I’ve never socialized this much in my life and I don’t even know who the fuck I am anymore.”

“Excellent! I hope I’ve ruined you for any other person,” I said with a confident grin.

“That’s a guarantee. I’ve never been—” Elliot slammed his mouth shut and it would’ve been comical except for the look of horror on his face.

“Don’t do that.”

He shook his head.

“You can’t wait for the hammer to fall all the time. It’s a horrible way to live. You’ve never been what—say it.”

It’s clear Elliot is at war with himself in a Hamletian parody: to tell me, or not to tell me.

I huffed and leaned in to kiss him.

“You’ve never been . . .” I trailed off, a smile on my face as I placed kisses, playful and feathery, all over his face until I started teasing him with little licks under his jaw and down his neck.

“Come on, El. You’ve never been . . .”

I worked my fingers under his shirt and ghosted them along his stomach, feeling the muscles twitch as he fought not to giggle.

“Hap—hap—happier!” Elliot laughs out, unable to take my torture any longer. “I’ve never been happier.”

I grinned at him, his outburst before Thanksgiving feeling like it was a thousand miles in the past, nearly buried after the happy holiday season.

“This reminds me of Memorial Day weekend,” I said, looking over Elliot’s head as I reminisced.

“Oh yeah?”

“Do you remember? After that big meal we made together? We talked and smoked—and cuddled.”

“You told me you wanted to stop time,” Elliot said, looking at me with the slightest smile.

“Because you had me all fucked up.”

“All fucked up.”

“Don’t move—we’ve got one more Christmas present to open,” I said as I hopped up and went to dig around in the opened gifts still under the tree. I hated to put Christmas away until I absolutely had to.

“Here it is,” I mumbled as I pulled the plain black box out of the Kate Spade tote Erin had gifted me.

The commotion on the television drew my attention as I realized we had about a minute until the ball dropped. I placed the black box on the coffee table and looked at Elliot.

“It’s almost midnight,” I said with a smile.

“Yeah? You wanna kiss me or something?”

“I do,” I said with a smile. “This is an important kiss, after all.”

“Oh?”

“A kiss at midnight means we’ll be together for the next year.”

“So you believe in superstitions now?”

“Listen,” I whispered, pulling Elliot onto his feet.

Elliot looked toward the TV as the ball began to drop. When he turned his eyes to mine, I was lost, lost as I realized they were nothing more than a reflection of my own deep happiness.

“3, 2, 1—”

Elliot’s lips crashed onto mine and he kissed me until I was light-headed, straining for gasping little breaths, unwilling to break this moment.

“Happy New Year,” Elliot breathed as he rested his forward against mine.

“Happy New Year,” I echoed.

“I never thought,” Elliot said with a surprising burst of laughter, “I never thought I’d be sharing a New Year’s kiss with . . . anyone,” he finished as he tugged me along with him back onto the couch, both of us plopping down in a bit of a tangle.

I looked at Elliot’s perfect three-point grin and felt my heart skip a beat.

“I think I’ve gained weight,” Elliot chuckled, shifting on the couch as his jeans strained against his normally damn near concave stomach.

“Guess you’re just going to have to forego pants until you lose those stubborn holiday pounds?”

“Oh?” Elliot said, but this time his voice was husky, a seductive purr as he reached for the button on his jeans, sliding it open and opening his pants.

I laughed, “Is this a glimpse into our future? Late nights on the sofa in front of the TV, your pants popped open because you ate too much?”

“Would that be a terrible fate for you?”

“No,” I said, smiling as I leaned in to kiss him lightly.

“What’s in the box?” Elliot asked as he peeked over my shoulder.

“Oh—shit!”

I pulled back and reached around to the coffee table, grabbing the box.

“A little present from Erin—would you like to do the honors?”

Elliot smirked and reached for the box, quickly pulling the lid off. He chuckled as he looked at the perfectly packed, pretty fat joints.

“More than a little present, I’d say,” he stated.

“This is a perfect opportunity to recreate our Memorial Day weekend. Thanks, sis,” I grinned as I got up to find a lighter.

Elliot and I each worked our way through a joint. It was good weed, and my state of consciousness quickly gave way to that fog, that sleepy-happy state of relaxation that only came with a good smoke.

Elliot’s face seemed to be permanently etched in a perfect three-point grin as his head rested on the back of the sofa, his eyes closed.

“What’s got you grinning?” I asked, feeling every word on my tongue as I continued to watch his face, the Christmas lights in my peripheral all blurring together so prettily.

“Guess what?”

“What?”

“We’re more than friends now,” Elliot said as he opened his eyes, lazy and half-lidded, his grin still planted on his face.

I chuckled as I slid onto Elliot’s lap and pushed his chin up so his eyes were locked on mine. I traced my fingers over his brow, his nose, his cheeks, his jaw, his lips, and I pulled back and reached for his hands.

I kissed across the knuckles of each of his hands, looking for any mark, any tiny scar from the incident in the server room, but I found none—it was like it had never happened, except that here he was, underneath me and looking at me with eyes that didn’t bother to hide the love he felt, and it was all because of that terrible night.

If good didn’t exist without condition, then maybe bad didn’t either?

“If it never happened, we wouldn’t be here now, would we?” Elliot asked, reading my thoughts.

I shook my head slowly as I let his hands fall to resting on the top of my thighs, near my hips.

“This face, El,” I breathed as I scooted closer to his body, “If I could draw, I would replicate it in all its perfection. And in your eyes, I would write the thousands of truths you carry inside so I could read them, know them, and in turn, know you.”

I was high—but I wasn’t so sure it was the effect of the weed anymore that made me feel so lightheaded.

Elliot’s eyes filled with a desperate sort of desire, and I wasn’t entirely unconvinced it was because he wanted me to stop talking, wanted me to stop looking at him so deeply.

“You do know me. And you love me anyway.”

“I love you because I know you.”

I kissed him gently, then with a sense of urgency, and again, it could have been attributed to the high, but I was suddenly filled with a sense of paranoia, a thought that nothing would ever be this good again, that nothing would ever be like this night again.

Elliot’s tongue twined with mine as his fingers gripped my hips. I broke the kiss and pushed his head back so I could have access to his jaw and his neck. I licked along the sharp line of his jawbone before I placed sweet kisses down his neck. As I worked my way back up, I deepened those chaste kisses, sucking lightly in spots until Elliot’s fingers were threatening to snap with his tight grip.

“Touch me,” I whispered in his ear before I pulled the lobe into my mouth and sucked.

His hands moved, sliding under my shirt and going straight to unhook my bra. His nimble fingers managed it quickly and he switched his angle so that he was now massaging my breasts as they dropped free from my loosened bra. Elliot’s fingers were simultaneously working my nipples and I felt a rush of arousal between my thighs.

I was working the other side of his neck now, still pulling breathy moans from his throat, as Elliot began to tug at my shirt, trying to get me out of it and my bra. I sat back just enough to help, tossing the pile of fabric over the back of the couch. Since I was already leaning back, I reached for the hem of Elliot’s sweater and pulled it over his head. He had forgone a t-shirt underneath tonight and I was delighted to be able to dip my head and lick along the top of his chest, placing wet kisses across his skin and then onto the smattering of freckles that dotted his shoulders.

I pressed my body into his in a tight hug, my eyes rolling back a bit at the sensation of warm skin on warm skin.

Elliot moved forward, wriggling to the end of the couch and he stood up, after a moment’s struggle to get his hands under my thighs. I hooked my ankles together and he carried me to the bedroom, laying me on the bed and sliding into place between my legs.

I was still lost in the warm feel of our torsos, pressed together as Elliot’s hands pushed my arms up over my head so he could touch as much of me as he could reach, fingertips to waist, he ghosted along my skin until it broke into gooseflesh and I shuddered.

He was watching me with those big eyes, memorizing my face in yet another moment of passion before he pushed himself up so he could kiss across my chest.

Elliot’s lips quickly found one of my nipples, and I felt another flood of arousal as I watched his full lips pucker around it as he sucked. I ran my fingers up the back of his head and tangled them in his hair, enjoying the soft thickness.

Elliot let go with a slight pop and blew a cool stream of air over the wet patch, causing both nipples to grow impossibly hard and even more sensitive. Elliot smirked as he kissed his way to my other breast and repeated his sweet torture.

By the time he was kissing his way down my stomach, I was done, squirming with desire, the muscles of my abdomen twitching under his tongue.

“Stop,” I breathed. “Stop, stop.”

Elliot froze and looked up with wide-eyes, and I pushed out from under him.

I stood and shimmied out of my jeans and panties.

“Lay down,” I instructed, and Elliot’s face relaxed as he realized I just wanted to switch positions.

Elliot’s jeans were already falling off his hips, so with a good tug, I pulled them off and made quick work of his socks and his underwear. I took a few seconds to let my eyes rake over his naked body, his muscles taught, his cock hard, his eyes soft.

I smiled and kept my eyes on his as I straddled his hips. Elliot reached down to grasp himself, and he ran the tip of his cock through my wetness. I stayed poised above him, and I reached up to grasp his jaw, my thumb caressing the spot between his lower lip and his chin. When our eyes were locked, I lowered myself onto him and we groaned together, both overwhelmed at both the sensation and the feeling.

I moved slowly, watching his mouth form a tight line as he struggled against releasing his pleasure.

“Let go, El.”

Elliot’s eyes swept over my face before he exhaled, his mouth falling open. He ran his hands up my thighs and swept around to grasp my hips. I loved the feeling of his strong hands on me and I sped up my movements, his cock hitting just the right spot.

I wanted him so much and my high had worn off to a quiet buzz, I knew my orgasm wouldn’t take long to achieve, but I wanted to come with him tonight—I felt a desperate need to be in sync with him, to be as close to him as I could be.

We were both covered in a light sheen of sweat, our bodies hot, flushed.

“Close,” I breathed.

“Y/N,” Elliot said in a moan. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.”

Elliot’s deep, raspy voice saying my name, again and again, drove me toward the edge, and I sped up my movements, my hands clutching at his chest as I began to bounce in earnest.

“Fuck,” Elliot hissed. “I’m coming.”

And my walls clenched at his warning, squeezing around him while he emptied himself inside of me, his heat spreading over my inner walls, making me feel so connected to him as we both worked through our climaxes. Tonight, like our first night together, wasn’t about fucking; it was about feeling, about us showing one another everything we didn’t want to taint with words.

We stayed connected, arms and legs tangled, but we said nothing—nothing needed to be said, and soon Elliot’s head was settled on my chest in a haunting, much more intimate mirror of the first, chaste night we had ever spent together.

Surrounded by everything that was Elliot, I knew I wanted to forget about the incident at my parents’ house, so I did, pushing it away until I thought it was gone.

I felt Elliot relax, falling asleep in my arms, but as this Elliot, my Elliot fell asleep, another part of him was waking up, that angry part of him I wanted so desperately to forget wasn’t going to stay asleep for much longer, and it would be all my fault.

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Hidden Blade Chap 4

(I know it’s not good. Like I wanted to do a few things but I’m working on group projects, papers, a temino, For God's Sake, trying to bring a certain Fic back to life. As you can tell I’m on the struggle bus at the moment. I promise the next chapter will be better because it’s the big heist! JUST KEEP THE FAITH MY FRIENDS KEEP THE FAITH!!!)

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For starters I did take Anya to a big cat sanctuary which since I brought her back, I might have persuaded them to let me come visit her every once in a while for some play time. They’re keeping her name which makes me even more happy and hopefully she’ll be absolutely okay there.

But today we’re heading for Hong Kong! I’ve yet to make it over to China or that far east so I’m a little excited. Plus I’ve been working on a little something that should help four and I when we’re being monkeys across the tower. If I can get it done about the time we make it to Hong Kong. If not I get to be my own guinea pig for the experiment.

I swung my bag over my shoulder along with my small duffle bag that had all my equipment for this long flight. The other bag is clothing, personal weapons, and some snacks for the flight. Four and I stocked up on some snacks from seven eleven when we left the hotel so we’re set on chips, a bag of sunflower seeds, and a bunch of Palmer Iced Tea and Lemonade cans.

“Aye. You got my cheez-its?” Four asked as I stepped out of the trailer then reaching over on the desk to grab the box.

“Yes! It’s about a 13 hour flight and I know they don’t have anything like this.” He told me as I scratched the top of Wallys head for a few seconds till he laid down in the doorway.

“You’ve been to Hong Kong?” I asked him as we began walking towards the parked jet.

“Oh yeah. You know their food is already good. Except the cat, I find it way too thin.” I nodded as we joined the rest of the group. One was ahead of everyone as seven was yelling out to him or something.

“Hey one! You ever plan on calling me six?” Seven yelled as everyone just kind of chuckled.

“No!” He yelled back as seven shrugged.

“Okay.” We continued to walk as Seven kept looking around at us expecting like us to do something. Like I know I’m new to the fucked up A-Team, but I get the feeling that we just don’t speak about identities or anything dealing with One's depressing boo hoo past.

“Hey look I know we don’t get to ask..?” Why the hell is he so damn nosy?

“Then don’t.” Three told him but I could tell he still wanted to pester about one.

“But uh...who is one?” He’s so damn nosy! Like oh my god he just won’t stop pushing buttons for answers.

“A rich guy who snapped. That’s all I got.” Five told him as I slightly nodded. The man has a fucking Chopard. Y’all have any idea how expensive their stuff is cause I sure don’t! Just imagine having that option to buy whatever the hell you want because you did something with magnets or something sciency.

“Yeah but how did you meet him?” Seven knows how I met him so I’m assuming he’s waiting for the rest of them.

“We didn’t. He met us. In really weird ways.” After hearing Fours story of how they met. I will say I am kind of curious on how everyone else met him. Sounds like mine and sevens we’re the only normal interactions.

“Oh yeah. Very very weird. Like basically perfect timing kind of weird.” When you kind of look at it, yes in very weird ways. Not as weird as what Four told me on how they met. Four began telling his story again as three began walking along side me.

“So being an assassin. Do you have any cool gadgets you keep on you? Like a pen that turns into some type of dart?” He asked as I raised my eyebrow at him.

“Do I look like James Bond or some sort of cheap spy?” We continued to walk as I showed him a piece of paper that had my project.

“Working on a mini zipline for short distance kind sort of thing. It would be wrapped around my right arm. Just something experimental.” He was ecstatic as he kept looking at it.

“So you’d turn into like batman.” Batman has money and Fox to build his things. I have online links and How to Do anything for dummies.

“If that makes sense to you then yes.” Four finished his story as Seven was chuckling.

“Ooh. I never thought I’d meet a family more screwed up than mine.” Seven shook his head along with three.

“Hey, no. Don’t say that. He hates the word “family”. I don’t know.” I’m really hoping that I win my money and some back on this bet.

“And if you’re ever left behind in a mission, he’s not coming back for you.” Hold the fuck up what? Wait what? I’m technically dead to the internet? What am I supposed to do if for some reason I get left behind? Eh. Do what I did before but not care as much if anything.

“What?” Seven was just having a field day with all this new information oh my god. Just gonna let this roll.

“We Deltas don’t operate like that. Things are gonna have to change I promise you that.” Okay. That’s what happens when you bring a military man into any form of combat I guess. Let’s all gather around the campfire and sing our Girl Scout songs while talking about our feelings. Genius seven!

One opened the plane door as seven caught up with them since apparently they’re flying the plane. Definitely going to say a quick prayer so that we don’t die! I climbed in after three to see there was a table for my work. I tossed my bags into the empty set next to me as I climbed over to the window seat. Four sat directly across from me as I put on my seatbelt.

“Can you pass me a Palmer?” I pulled it out of the bag then slid it across the table.

“Thank you.” He opened it as the plane engine turned on. I think a few hours of crossword puzzle should hopefully kill sometime. I don’t feel like working on my project and watching some sort of movie would just make the ride longer. I reached into my bag for one of my books and pen to get started. Four raised his eyebrow as I looked up from my book.

“What?” I asked as he took a drink of his palmer.

“You have any extra ones by chance?” Is that even a question! Of course I have extra ones! I reached into my bag to slide one of my books across the table along with an extra pen.

Alright alright! I began skimming through then finding the one I was working on before. A four letter word for short smokes? Hmmmm. Cigs! C-I-G-S AHA! Alright so that covers the first letters for 54, 55, 56!

“Is that a crossword puzzle?” Two looked over me as I looked straight up to her.

“Would you like one?” I asked as she looked over to my bag as I reached for a spare pen and book. Then I grabbed one for three and five. Guess we’re all doing crossword puzzles for thirteen hours. I’m down.

About three hours into the flight and we’ve all been asking each other for help on our own puzzles. Four and I were sitting next to each other because he is stuck on a three letter work for Peace, to Putin. I’m still trying to figure out what on earth it even means. I wasn’t alive during Putin so I have absolutely no idea.

“What does that mean?” We had our online dictionaries out trying to skim through three letter words that started with the letter M.

“What’s the phrase?” Two’s head popped up again from behind the seat.

“Peace, to Putin.” Four told her as she thought for a moment.

“Mir.” She sat back down in her seat as it fit perfectly.

“Thanks Two!” We said at the same time as I went back to my puzzle.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” One’s head popped out of the cockpit as all five of us stared him down.

“Crossword puzzle. Want one?” I held up a puzzle and a pen up to him. He grabbed two books and two pens then back into the cockpit. Knew he couldn’t resist a great time of crossword puzzles.

I finished one and I’m about halfway done with this one. Next one. Blood letters? What’s a three letter word for Blood letters? I began tapping my pen on my forehead trying to figure out what on earth that means. Blood Letters?

“Blood letters.” I said it out loud as he looked over to see that it was only three letters.

“ABO.” ABO? OOOHHH! BLOOD TYPES! A! B! O! Oh my gosh I’m an idiot!

“Who knows geography well?” Three asked as we all turned our heads towards his seat.

“What is it?” Five asked as he read the question.

“Loch on the border of the Highlands?” I’ve only been to the UK once and I partied very hard in Southampton in all honesty.

“Four. You’re from England right?” Three asked as Four was trying to remember his geography.

“Is it Guillemot?” He asked as I shrugged my shoulders.

“LOMOND!” Four yelled as three wrote it down. We high fived each other

“Thanks Four.” Three thanked as I took a sip of my palmer. A very big yawn came out of me as I put my book down. Maybe a quick nap should hopefully make my brain starts working again. I tucked my head into the corner of the seat as I began to fall asleep.

“OW!” I snapped awake as Three was yelling from his seat. That was two minutes of a nap that I thought would last till we landed. I looked over my seat to see him patching up his finger. I slid back down into my seat trying to get comfy again with my head resting against the left of the head rest.

JUST LET ME SLEEP!

“Hey guys.” Seven’s voice appeared on the com.

“What’s an eight letter word for unlaces?” Seven asked as everyone stopped working on their puzzles.

“Unbuckle?” Five told him as he was silent for a minute.

“Thank you.” The com turned off as I shut the blind for the window then tried to fall asleep again.

*Fours P.O.V.*

Her head slid down and onto the edge of my shoulder as I finished one of the words. Her mouth was slightly opened as she was adjusting herself on my shoulder. A nap does sound nice I’ll admit. Not sure on what the rules are for napping with a teammate but I’m just gonna take the heat from it.

I rested my head on top of hers as the plane went silent because I’m assuming everyone else was beginning to take their naps. She wrapped her thin jacket around her a little tighter trying to get a little warmer. Guess it is a little chilly in here for us in here. I’d give her my coat but I don’t wanna wake her up. Body heat is a thing right?

The only sound being heard on the entire plane was the sound of the engine since everyone was dead asleep. Her hair smelled like fresh mint which was a little different then what I expected her hair to smell like. Not to mention her hair was actually really pretty, it’s like a red chestnut color and definitely smells nice like I said before.

“PST Four!” Five asked across the seat as I looked over.

“Yes?” She leaned over to point at her puzzle.

“Dr. Seuss’ yertle, for one.” She told me as I counted the six letter word. Never had Dr. Seuss growing up so I’ve got no idea. Two has basically been our dictionary throughout this entire thing.

“Ask Two. I’ve got no idea.” She nodded as she got up from her seat as I noticed Eight was leaning on the other side, with her head resting on the window. Oh well. Probably for the best anyhow.

I got up from her side of the table to slide back into mine as I took another sip of my palmer then made my jacket into a pillow. We’ve got about ten more hours to hopefully I can just sleep right through this.

“Hey team were below the radar. So buckle up cause it’s about to get bumpy.” Seven announced as I began waking up a little bit. Five more minutes please!

“You know, I usually look at the stewardess to see if I should be scared.” Does he realize that a plane being brought down by turbulence is super rare?

“Flight attendant. You can look at me.” Two told him as I tried to get myself to fall back asleep. Did they hook up in Vegas?

“Oh darling, you could be on fire, and you would still have that same creepy, blank expression on your face. No offense.” Oh they so hooked up in Vegas, the sexual tension between them is so thick that a warm butter knife could cut it. Wait I’m trying to sleep! Ah screw it three’s gonna run his mouth till we land so what’s the point of trying to sleep.

My left eye opened just a tiny bit to see her still working on her zipline thingy and looked really cute. Like I mean really cute. She looked up for a second then her cheeks began blushing a little bit for her to start trying to get back to her work.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” She smiled as she looked up at me again. I noticed she had a box of cheez-its out and on her second can of Palmer. Didn’t realize I slept that long holy shit.

“Where are we?” I rubbed my eyes as I looked out the window.

“We’re about to land.” She told me as I the bumpy ride began happening. I was now fully awake as I put my jacket back into my bag as she began shoving everything back into one of hers.

“Did you finish it?” I asked her as she nodded with a mouthful of cheez-its.

“Should be ready for tonight hopefully. Or I fall to my death.” She swallowed as I grabbed the box for a couple of cheez-its.

We landed at the private airfield as we began getting off the plane. I was the last off the plane as everyone else was making sure they had all their things for tonight, since it’s technically 8 am here if I did the math right.

“Anyone else like super hungry?” Three asked as we finished double checking our bags.

“I heard there’s a really good noodle shop that’s a few blocks away.” Five told us as we loaded ourselves up with everything.

“Some noodles sound absolutely delicious.” Eight commented as we started walking towards the big moving truck that One had bought for us that would let us sneak in and out of Hong Kong.

Please don’t let tonight be an absolute shit show! I enjoy working with Eight because I get the feeling she won’t leave me behind. Just loves pushing me into situations, yet stay’s with me. It’s better than my old group of thieves were in Kiev.

Just let tonight go somewhat smoothly!

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Like the Sun

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Summary: Marinette asks Chat Noir a question she really should not have asked. Chat Noir is ecstatic to give her more of an answer than she wanted, which leads to some regret and a major mistake... (Inspired by this post!)

Word Count: 2366

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It was an ordinary evening, just like any other. Chat Noir had come to visit his favourite civilian on her rooftop balcony, which was dimly lit with fairy lights.

The pair sipped on hot chocolate as they leaned over the railing and gazed at the beautiful view before them. The sun had begun its journey to the horizon, leaving a stunning array of oranges and reds amongst the sky.

Marinette set down her mug on the table behind her, rubbing her hands together to gather warmth from the slightly cool air.

"I'm probably going to regret asking this," Marinette mumbled to herself, but Chat's keen ears picked up on it anyway. "But why did you fall for Ladybug?"

Chat Noir's jaw dropped open in shock and he stared bug-eyed at her as if it was dumbest question he had ever heard. Which, in his mind, it just might be.

He put his hand to his chest as if the question personally offended him.

Then, a silky smooth cheshire grin slowly overtook his initial expression.

Now, he looked like the cat that got the cream.

Marinette was already regretting her question.

"Marinette. Princess. Mousinette. My little lady. Heh. I'm so glad you asked— even if the answer should be blindingly obvious," he spoke with a smug grin and air of total confidence. "Ladybug is amazing."

He paused dramatically, giving her time to brace herself for the holy reasons that only she would have the privilege of hearing. During his silence, he set down his mug as he would need both hands for his impassioned gesturing.

"... That's it?" she asked, clearly unimpressed.

Chat burst into laughter, the thought of that being all there was to say was completely laughable and insane. He loved Marinette, but she sure could be silly sometimes!

Wiping away the tears that had sprung to his eyes, he shook his head emphatically and put his hands across his chest in a big "X" to indicate she was totally wrong.

"No, you didn't let me finish—haha—my impatient princess," he finally managed to say as his laughter subsided.

"Well, you stopped talking, what else was I supposed to think?" she said, a wry grin on her face. He may have been laughing at her, but she still enjoyed hearing his laughter. It felt good. It felt free.

"I was pawsing to build up the anticipation—the excitement," he stated as if it should have been obvious, throwing out his hands as if measuring said excitement.

Marinette rolled her eyes.

"Well, purrdon me then. Carry on," she encouraged, bowing and gesturing that he had the floor now.

Chat beamed, glowing at her usage of a pun and her dramatics that mirrored his own. He was really rubbing off on her and it brought him immense glee.

"Well, where do I even begin? There's just so much! The first thing that made me realize she was amazing was when she threw me into the clutches of Stoneheart's fist. I thought she was crazy, but it turned out she was brilliant—a creative genius!" Chat gushed, relishing in the wonderful memory of their first battle together.

Marinette covered her mouth, kind of surprised he not only remembered it, but that he remembered it fondly. She also felt a bit embarrassed to hear him calling her a genius. He really did like to exaggerate and be all theatrical.

"It didn't take me long to fall for her. But the actual moment I knew I loved her—I'm talking head-over-heels in love—was when she stood up to Hawk Moth when she first met him. She made her declaration that we would find him and take his Miraculous and then she proceeded to capture and purify an enormous amount of Akumas. After that, she promised to all of Paris that we would protect everyone and keep them safe. It was the coolest speech I ever witnessed and I know I'm not doing it justice, but it was incredibly impressive and awe-inspiring. She was just... so badass and I'm lucky I got to witness it firsthand. I'm even luckier that I have the honour—nay, the privilege—of being her partner. I seriously love that girl..." he trailed off with a lovestruck expression and his hands clasped to his chest in pure adoration as he stared off into space, remembering the moment she stole his heart.

Marinette couldn't stop the liquid hot warmth that spread through her cheeks, her accelerated heart pumping blood throughout her body at ridiculous speeds.

His moment... it kind of reminded her of her moment with Adrien. Like her, Chat was able to pinpoint the moment his heart no longer belonged to himself; the moment the lightning had struck. She had that same moment on a stormy school day, outside with a new student who gave her a terrible first impression but spun things around so fast, she fell so hard and couldn't stop herself.

But with Chat, there was no specific moment she could pinpoint falling for him.

Wait.

She shook her head. That was a strange thought, seeing as she hadn't fallen for him.

Right?

"Anyway, that's just the beginning. There's so many more moments and things about her I love," he continued, complete oblivious to Marinette's inner dilemma and flustered state due to his own reminiscing.

"O-oh yeah, like what?" Marinette struggled to ask in a normal voice. She felt like she was in a sauna with how warm she had gotten.

Maybe she was getting sick?

(Of course! That would explain her delirious thoughts.)

"Milady is incredibly witty. No one else I know can banter with me like she does."

"Oof, I'm hurt," Marinette teased, having recovered slightly from her abnormal thoughts after chalking them up to her being unwell, and not actually offended due to obvious reasons (that is, her being Ladybug).

"Sorry, Marimouse, it's true you have sharp wit, too. Actually, thinking about it, you would probably give Ladybug a run for her money. I'd love to see you two go against each other in a battle of wits," he said, eyes alight at the idea.

"Eep!" Marinette squeaked, tugging at her sleeve nervously. "Uh, I bet she would win that. Haha."

Not that that can ever happen, she thought.

"Hmm, purrhaps. Anywho, back to my 101 reasons for catching the lovebug for my LoveBug," he sighed in bliss, his thoughts once again drifting to the girl of his dreams.

Marinette rolled her eyes again, trying to resist the blush that threatened to return. Her kitty was so silly.

Yet so cute.

Wait, what? Marinette mentally swatted away the totally uncalled-for thought.

"Ladybug can take the most hopeless and grim situation and turn it around. Her Lucky Charms are obscure, yet she always figures them out. She always manages to come up with a plan and I love how quirky they often end up being. It's exhilarating waiting to see what surprising ideas she'll come up with!"

"So... basically, you like her because she is crazy and weird?" Marinette asked, not really realizing what was so great about that.

"That's not how I see it. She's creative and unexpected. She makes things fun and exciting. She keeps me on my toes," he corrected her.

"O-okay. Well, is that it?" Marinette asked, kind of hoping that was all. She wasn't sure how much more praise she could handle.

"Not even close!" he retorted, as if shocked she could even harbor such a ridiculous thought. "Ladybug is a great leader. She takes responsibility, makes snap decisions, delegates tasks, and successfully executes her plans to thwart Hawk Moth. She trusts her instincts—and her instincts are good. She's a great problem solver. She really has a great mind and laser-sharp focus. She truly cares about Paris and her teammates. She is a good person, through and through," he listed with ease.

Marinette was speechless and felt a bit dizzy. She knew her partner liked her, but it never really sunk in how much and how highly he thought of her.

Marinette turned her face away. He was painting her way more highly than he should.

"Doesn't she ever make mistakes? Doesn't she ever get on your nerves?" Marinette asked. Surely, he recognized she had flaws as well.

"Of course she makes mistakes, she's still human even with the superpowers. But she does her best to fix them. Sometimes I wish she would rely on me and the others a little more than she does, but she's strongly independent. Still, when it really matters, she has always found the solution or gotten the help she needs. She's always been able to overcome whatever obstacles or mistakes she's made and come out stronger for it. Ladybug's resilient like that," he answered, still clearly filled with love for her.

Marinette didn't know what to say, so she just bit her lip and waited for him to continue.

"As for getting on my nerves? Sure, we've had our fights. Usually it's because she's stubborn about her responsibilities, so I can't really fault her for that. For example, I hated feeling left out about some things and I told her as much. I could tell she wasn't withholding information to hurt me, though. And shortly after telling her my feelings, she managed to convince one of our... 'teammates' that I should also be in the know regarding some matters. So she had taken my feelings seriously and I appreciate it. And when I was upset with her for not showing up that night—the one where I set up all the candles for her—she explained and apologized to me later after we fought Glaciator. Ladybug always has good reasons for doing what she does. She never intentionally hurts me or gets mad at me," Chat explained, a fond smile on his lips.

He was too good, too pure.

Marinette struggled to remain composed at how understanding he was. She hadn't fully realized before just how thoughtful her kitty was.

"Anyway, I love Ladybug. I love her for her strengths and how amazing she is, but I also love her for her flaws and how human she is. Everyone else probably just sees her as a responsible superhero—and she is—but I get to see her as so much more. I trust her with my life and with my heart," he confessed lovingly. Then sorrowfully added, "Even though she doesn't feel the same way."

Marinette felt her heart twist and put a comforting hand on his back. Even though he didn't know it, it was Marinette that had put that sad expression on him.

"You know, to me, Ladybug is like the sun," Chat admitted, his face suddenly brightening again.

Marinette raised an eyebrow at the change in subject, curious as to how he came to that conclusion.

"Her smile shines brilliantly," he began.

She couldn't stop the smile that spread. She quickly self-consciously covered her mouth, as she waited for him to continue.

"She's strong, mentally and physically," he continued. Then, with a chuckle, he said proudly, "She can lift and throw me like I'm the weight of a feather."

Marinette giggled at that, as well.

"She can give some good burns, with her sharp comebacks. I would know, as I've experience first-degree burns from her," he laughed again.

Marinette laughed too. He was very witty himself. Though he was usually too nice to "burn" her.

"She's impossible to miss. Rather than saying she lights up a room, I guess you could say she lights up any area she leaps into," he said with awe, gesturing widely with his hands.

Marinette shyly played with one of her pigtails. He was just exaggerating again, surely.

"She's warm and caring, she obviously loves Paris very much and I'm sure all of Paris can feel her warmth."

Paris wasn't the only thing feeling warm, Marinette thought as she began feeling like she had stepped back into that sauna again.

"She is needed and very important. Like the plants need the sun to grow, Paris needs her to survive and thrive," he spoke with sincerity, as he truly meant it.

Marinette was pretty sure she was going to combust any moment. She wasn't sure she could actually handle any more.

"Her mind is bright—blindingly so. I have never met anyone else quite as clever as her," he stated. Then he turned to Marinette with a wink, "Then again, I seem to know a few clever people. You're also one of them, of course. Again, you could pawsibly be competition for LB in that regard."

Marinette was about to protest again, but he spoke up before she had the chance.

"I cannot spend all my time with her. Just like the sun sets, she too must leave after a battle. But my heart is assured that she will reappear. Just like the sun rises, Ladybug will return when Paris needs her again. Though I wish it were more often." A bittersweet sigh escaped his lips.

Marinette just stared at him in wonder at this point, mouth agape and cheeks flushed.

"And, finally, I'd happily let my life revolve around her if she'd let me. Just like the planets revolve around the sun, which is centered in the solar system, I'd love her to be the centre of my life." He raised a hand to his heart as he gazed at the setting sun.

Then, Chat turned his whole body towards Marinette. He was looking at her with unconditional love in his eyes—the look he so frequently showed to Ladybug.

The look of pure love and adoration.

Oh.

And on instinct, without any coherent or logical thought, Marinette lurched forward, grasping his cheeks, pulling him down toward her, closed her eyes and kissed him point blank on the lips.

Chat froze in shock, eyes wide and pupils dilated.

Before he could even properly react, it was over.

Her lips suddenly felt cold from the sudden onset then absence of warm, soft lips. It took a moment for her to process what had just happened; what she had just initiated.

Oh god, what had she just done?

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