#but it took this long to remember that marco wore wings too

[braveheart1418]

If I had a nickel for every time a Eurovision 23 artist wore fairy wings, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

#eurovision #käärijä #esc #marco mengoni #yes i'm late to the party #but it took this long to remember that marco wore wings too

[lale-txt]

hello lale! for your milestone event could i have “because i’ve fallen for you, isn’t it obvious?” for marco if you don’t mind <3

ven my love, of course you can! i'm always down to write for our favorite birb man.

prompt: “because i’ve fallen for you, isn’t it obvious?” w/ Marco

word count: 566

"Hey little bird-yoi."

You look up from your book, smiling widely when your eyes meet those of Marco, who took a seat next to you at the dinner table. It was already past midnight and the rest of the crew was either asleep or having a party outside. You could hear their muffled voices through the closed door, but didn't feel like joining them today; being too absorbed in the written words of the pages in front of you and maybe also a bit too much in your own head.

Marco though... you didn't mind his presence. Or rather, you craved it, but he would never know. Or would he? You remembered how he would always notice small details that no one else did, like the day you changed your usual hairstyle slightly (he complimented it wholeheartedly) or when you wore that one loose purple shirt and he pointed at you, then at him and grinned from ear to ear: "Partner look".

Partners. You can feel your ears burning up by the thought of it and feel glad about the dimly lit room, covering your blushing face in the dark. The few candles on the table flickered a little.

"Don't feel like partying today?", you ask and hope he won't notice the slight tremble in your voice. Help. After all this time, being alone with him still made you so nervous.

He shakes his head, leaning back and giving you a warm smile. His blue eyes were fixated on you, piercing you down almost with an unfamiliar warmth. What was this feeling?

"Nah. I'd rather be with you, y/n-yoi."

You chuckle. Now that must have been a joke obviously. Sure, 1st Division Commander Marco wants to spend alone time with someone like you instead of all his friends out there. But he did remember your name and oh, how sweet it sounded out of his mouth...

"Why would you say that?", you ask bluntly. It was late, your head was tired and your thoughts were spinning now. Thinking clearly with him around was impossible. Whatever thought you tried to grasp, they all lead back to his lips. How badly you wanted to feel them on yours.

Marco pauses for a few heartbeats, leaning over the table now, closer to you, his face resting in one hand. His glance is fixiated on you, as if he could read your mind just by staring at you long enough. He smirks.

"Because I've fallen for you, isn't it obvious?"

Oh.

All words have left your body. You gasped audibly, which made Marco laugh. His laugh. It was your favorite sound. Your body also must have given up, because all you can do is sit and stare at the phoenix, trying to process what he just said. He would never joke about something like this, you just knew it...

This was when he pulled you closer, hugging you into his warm chest. His arms around you felt like the world collapsing, or maybe it was the weltschmerz that was finally lifted off your shoulders. Underneath his wings you felt safe, protected. Your loneliness crumbled underneath you, but instead of falling you were held with a tenderness that felt like the first rays of sunshine after a stormy day.

Two lovers, two souls. Melting into each other like gold. Hearts wide open.

This was the beginning of a love story.

#one piece #marco the phoenix #one piece marco #marco x reader #marco x you #marco x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #marcosluvr #3amevent

[biggest-stupidhead]

Bad Timing (Levi x Reader) Part 5

Summary: How do you tell your friends that you’re falling for your big brother’s best friend? 

Work Count: 6.3K 

You were angry. Of course Levi had to go and stir the pot right before the holiday season. The time of year when he spent the most of his hours at your home. Even though he spent most of his time at your house throughout the whole year, this amount of time typically doubled through the months of October through December. The remaining weeks in October were the worst. You both expertly avoided one another, Petra and Levi continued to see each other exclusively. This turned out to be bittersweet for you, the pros were that Levi was busy trying to please Petra to spend too much time at your house. But also it stung to see him with her, even though you had no right to feel jealous.

The two weeks after your kiss, you spent holed up in your room, your phone set on do not disturb. After binging Gossip Girls and all of the classic Disney movies, you finally decided that instead of focusing on romance, you would devote yourself to school. Thankfully you weren't the only person that favored school over social gatherings, you found yourself spending countless hours in the school's musty library with Armin. He was so easy to get along with, down to earth, kind, and most importantly, he was too shy to ask you about anything too personal. Today was one of those days, it was nearing the end of November, the trees had shed their leaves, bearing the naked bark. And the weather was constantly changing. Some days it would snow, others it would pour rain, but that was just the midwest for you. Glancing up from the textbook that had held your attention for the past two hours, your were pleased to see a flurry of fat snowflakes spiraling downwards. The window had frost creeping up from the corners, thank God, maybe the weather would finally settle and allow the snow to stick for once. You could feel Armin staring at you, his eyes piercing the back of your skull. a feeling you had become familiar with. Turning back to face him, he averted his eyes, a comforting pink creeping onto his cheeks with the embarrassment of being caught.

"It's really coming down huh?" you tried to initiate some light small talk.

"Yeah! Hopefully it will stick." Armin responded, a nervous chuckle slipping past his lips as he returned his attention back to his homework. You hummed, glancing back down at the yellowing pages of the old history textbook, a frown marring your features.

"What's wrong? Need some help?" Armin asked, standing up from his seat and coming to stand behind you.

"Oh, well I guess I'm just confused about this law." you pulled the response from your ass. Of course you understood Roe v. Wade, you just didn't want to tell Armin that you were ready to leave. He always made this face that reminded you of a puppy that just got drop kicked.

"Roe v. Wade huh? I can help you with that no problem!" his baby blue eyes lit up, he pulled the nearest chair up to the table, the legs loudly scratching against the rickety library floors.

"Great, thanks!" you tried to sound excited, and you tried even harder to focus on Armin's summary of Roe v. Wade.

"Easy right?" Armin chirped, his finger hovering over the paragraph that explained the law.

"You're right, I think that I just need a break. My brain feels fried." you moaned, folding your arms across the desk and burying your head in your arms.

"Likewise." Armin agreed, dragging his chair closer to yours not very subtly.

"Want to go grab a coffee?" you asked, barely lifting your head to glance at him.

"Sure." he beamed, his innocent face completely lighting up. Your library had a small coffee shop nestled in the back, the cafe was run by students who had free periods. Granted the coffee wasn't the best, but it still did the job. You thanked the girl behind the counter as she passed you your steaming cup of dark liquid. Armin was rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet as he waited for his order, you busied yourself with mixing in sugar and some creamer. Finally the barista gave Armin his latte and the two of you meandered back to your corner. You slowly began packing your things, hoping that Armin would get the hint and you would be able to escape the stuffy library. Armin noticed, you closed the book with a sigh and began stuffing pens and other writing utensils into your small pencil case.

"Ready to call it a day?" Armin asked his lips hovering over the steaming hot coffee.

"Yeah, I told Hange that I would be ready to leave by the time she finished with Science Olympiad." you sighed, gathering the assortment of books that you had pulled from the shelves getting up to return them to their rightful places.

"Oh gotcha, same time Thursday?" He asked hopefully, his light blue eyes meeting yours. You clicked your tongue and grimaced, shooting him an apologetic look.

"Ah I would but my mom has Thursday off so I was going to have dinner with her." you explained, watching Armin get that kicked puppy look, that look always had a way of making your heart hurt.

"Aw well have fun!" he waved you off, the sad look on his face replaced with a small forced smile.

"Thanks Armin, I'll see you in Chem tomorrow." you smiled sweetly at him as you turned to leave.

"Bye!" he waved goodbye to you as you pulled the large door open and slipped out. Sparing a glance at your watch you sighed, Hange should be done in the next 5 minutes. But knowing her she would take another 20 minutes to wrap up her Science Olympiad meeting. So you leisurely strolled down the empty stone corridor, your eyes trained on the large windows that lined the hallway and overlooked the courtyard. The library was on the second floor, which gave you a perfect view of the school grounds. The snow seemed to be falling faster now, the flakes were beginning to stick to the blades of grass, giving the lawn a patchy appearance. Hopefully Hange had remembered her snow scraper, surely the car would have a coating of frost on the windows by now. It would not be the first time that the two of you had to scrape ice from her windows using your credit cards or your school ids.

You turned your attention back to the stony corridor, you had almost reached the stairs. You began your descent, a hand loosely gliding down the cold stone banister. Your mind drifted to thoughts of what Erwin's plans were for this evening, did he plan to eat dinner with you? Or would he run off with Hange as he had been doing for the past week or so? You had noticed that the pair had been spending more time alone as of late, and you couldn't blame them. Erwin was already committed to Notre Dame, a prestigious school known for football and extraordinary academics. Hange had recently been accepted into Princeton, one of the eight ivy league schools, and she was ecstatic. This however means that they will attending schools in different states. You knew that they planned to continue dating despite the distance, personally you were a tad skeptical of long distance relationships, but you knew that they were both mature enough to continue seeing each other.

You paused on the landing between floors, the sound of laughter was echoing off the stoney walls.

"That was a dirty move Kirstein!" you recognized Eren's agitated voice, which was closely followed by the hearty laughter of Conny and Marco.

"Pay closer attention next time Jeager." Jean teased, a smile spread across your lips at the sound of your friends. Their presence motivated you to jog down the remaining stairs and turn the corner. Just at you poked your head around the corner your eyes landed on the group of boys walking towards you.

"Oi (Y/n)! Where's Armin?" Eren called out to you first and you waved.

"Still in the library." you jabbed your thumb back towards the stairs behind you.

"Classic." Conny sniggered as he adjusted his duffle bag on his shoulder. You pursed your lips as you took in their uniforms. They wore soccer jerseys and shorts, a matching set of forest green, the school crest, a pair of wings one blue and one white, rested above their left breast over their hearts.

"Indoor soccer?" you asked, nodding towards the ball tucked under Marco's arm. The boy nodded and tossed you the ball.

"Season just started." he stated proudly, you easily caught the ball and smiled at him. Marco was your age, but you didn't usually spend time with him outside of school. The two of you had grown close the year prior when you had been in the same gym class, but since then you hadn't spoken very much.

"How exciting." you murmured as you gripped the ball in your hands. The boys nodded and you tossed the ball back to Marco.

"What are you doing here so late?" Jean asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Studying for the Government test with Armin." you shrugged, tucking your hands in your pockets. Things had been tense in your friend group since you and Jean had began casually seeing one another. The two of you had gone out on a handful of dates over the past month, all of them enjoyable. But you knew you didn't want a full blown relationship, something you still needed to tell Jean.

"Ah gotcha. So will you be coming to Sasha's friendsgiving party this weekend?" Jean inquired, his eyes shined with a glint of hope.

"Oh, I almost forgot about that! Yeah I'll be there." you smiled, a rush of excitement running through you when you remembered the invitation you had received earlier this week.

"What are you bringing?" Conny butted in, licking his lips. You hummed thoughtfully, what would you bring?

"Maybe macaroni and cheese? Or a pie?" You thought aloud as you lifted a hand to cup your chin. Conny groaned and grabbed your shoulder.

"Pie, please for the love of God bring your pie." he begged, his hand squeezing your shoulder. You giggled at this eagerness, and nodded. Pies were easy enough to bake, and if that's what people wanted then you would be more than happy to deliver.

"Thank you thank you thank you-" Conny shook you as he thanked you profusely, Eren snarled and tugged the two of you apart, while Marco and Jean laughed.

"Knock it off baldy." he hissed as he tossed Conny back. You chuckled and waved your hands dismissively.

"I'd better go, Hange should be done soon." you sighed, your eyes straying to the nearest window, you gasped. The snow was coming down in thick swirls, the sun had dipped below the horizon, making it difficult to see much through the snow.

"Oh wow, that's a lot of snow!" Marco exclaimed as he turned to follow your gaze. Jean let out a low whistle, Conny squealed excitedly.

"Yeah I better get going." you called over your shoulder as you made a break for the west wing, which was where the senior parking lot was located. The halls were dark, you only crossed paths with one janitor who didn't even glance up at you. You paused at the door at the end of the hallway and squinted out into the blizzard. The parking lot was dark, a clear indicator that Hange had not arrived to warm up the car before you.

"Ah there you are, perfect timing!" Hange's booming voice startled you as it echoed through the empty hall.

"Oh Hange, thank God, please tell me you have your scraper." you fretted, Hange grimaced, giving you an apologetic smile.

"Yeah about that..." she muttered, her hand rubbing the back of her neck. You groaned and reached into your backpack for your wallet. You fished out your drivers license and your credit card and turned back to the snowy parking lot.

"Better get started then." you grumbled, Hange laughed anxiously and moved to open the door for the both of you.

"Right."

___

You flexed your raw fingers by the vents as they blasted hot air into the cabin of the car. Hange was rubbing her hands together furiously and blowing hot air on her own frigid fingers.

"For the love of God, just keep the scraper in the car year round." you moaned as you slid your id back into your wallet.

"Might be a good idea actually." Hange stuttered between the chattering of her teeth. You huffed, tucking your hands underneath your thighs in an attempt to regain the feeling in your hands. Hange shifted the gear to drive and slowly pulled the car out of the parking lot, the wipers squeaking against the glass as they swiped the relentless snow off of the windshield.

"So, what do you want for dinner kiddo?" she gushed, her coppery eyes glinting mischievously.

"I dunno, something hot." you jabbed back, shifting on your hands.

"Whole gangs going to be there!" Hange prodded, clearly attempting to get a reaction from you.

"Great, who's cooking?" you taunted, shooting her a smile to show that you meant well.

"Oh well I guess Nanaba could." Hange mused, pleased with your good natured jabs.

"Great I'm starving." you leaned back and closed your eyes. Hange chuckled and turned her eyes back to the dark road ahead.

The drive took longer than usual due to the heavy snowfall. The roads were slick with the fresh snow, which stuck stubbornly to the road due to the lack of traffic on the country roads. But you made it to your house without a hitch. Erwin's minivan was already covered in a layer of snow, and Levi's BMW was untouched, Mike and Nanaba had not yet arrived. Hange parked and the two of you quickly gathered your belongings and walked briskly to the front door. You kicked your feet on the mat before entering, the foyer already a bit wet due to snow being tracked in on shoes. You peeled off your shoes with Hange and carried your things upstairs, Hange following close behind. Hange slipped into Erwin's room while you dropped your bag in your own room. You hadn't seen your brother or his short friend yet which was odd, they usually hung out in the kitchen. You met Hange back in the hall, her glasses, which had fogged up when you had entered the house were perched atop of her auburn hair.

"Where are they?" you asked bluntly as you watched her scrub the spectacles with the hem of her sweater.

"Beats me, let's go make some soup or something." Hange shrugged, holding her glasses up to the light to inspect the lenses. So you jogged down the stairs and began pawing through the pantry through the abundance of canned goods. You frowned at the cream of mushroom soup and set it back into the pile before refocusing.

"Heyyy now we're talking!" Hange crooned, you turned to see her pulling out a frozen pizza from the depths of your freezer. You scoffed before turning back to the pantry, a frown settling on your features.

"How about tomato soup and grilled cheese?" you offered as you pulled out two cans of tomato soup and a loaf of bread. Hange shrugged and tossed the pizza back into the freezer, she then opened the fridge and pulled out an assortment of cheese. The two of you fell into your effortless rhythm Hange stirred the soup while you began to cook the sandwiches. Finally the front door banged open, Levi's combat boots squeaking as he walked into the house, he haphazardly kicked off the shoes and stalked into the kitchen and straight into the living room. You raised your eyebrows in surprise as you watched him walk through the house, his arms full with kindling. Erwin followed closely behind, his arms also full of firewood. So that's where the pair had been. Hange fawned over them, greeting Erwin by dusting off bits of bark from his coat before turning to pat Levi's head. Levi swatted her sticky hands off of his head and glared at her menacingly.

"Hands off four eyes." Levi hissed, he ducked expertly underneath her arm and fled to the kitchen where you were flipping a grilled cheese. Erwin and Hange began the chore of lighting the fire while you took on the task of cooking as per usual. Levi frowned at the sight of the damp foyer and turned on his heel to grab the mop. You smiled at the sight of him mopping the floor despite the fact that people were still on their way and it would only end up messy again. Sure enough, just as Levi tossed the dirty water out of the front door and tucked the mop back in the closet, Mike and Nanaba strutted in, arms full of assorted baked goods and board games.

"Hey everybody! Hope we didn't miss anything!" Nanaba trilled as she tracked more snow into the front room. Levi heaved a sigh as he turned to grab the mop, you chuckled and took the container of cookies from her arms so she could take off her jacket. Mike nodded at you as he strolled into the living room where Hange and Erwin were still fumbling to light the fire wood.

"No, we actually only just got home about thirty minutes ago." you assured the blonde as she joined you in the kitchen. She smiled as she watched Mike kneel down to join Erwin and Hange as they blew on the small embers.

"What games did you guys bring?" you attempted to make small talk as you turned back to the task at hand.

"Oh the usuals, Sequence, Candy Land, Clue, etcetera." she waved a hand dismissively as she turned to stir the soup.

"Sounds fun!" you exclaimed as you tossed another sandwich on the plate. Nanaba hummed in response as she smiled stupidly into the soup. You pursed your lips and cocked your head as you studied her.

"Not to be that person but...Have you picked a school yet?" you asked with a small chuckle. She nodded,

"Yeah actually, just picked two days ago!" she beamed, turning to face you once more.

"Wow really?"

"Yeah! I'm going to attend Michigan State University with Mike!" she gushed as she set the spoon off to the side with a clang.

"That's great! Michigan is beautiful, and that's an awesome school." you matched her excitement and dumped the final sandwich on the plate and switched the stove off.

"Thanks! We're super excited." her words were so sweet and filled with love it made you feel sick. You nodded and turned to grab plates and bowls for everyone. Nanaba and Mike had only started dating about a month prior, in fact they had admitted their affections to one another back in October at your house. In a way you envied their effortless relationship, despite only dating for a month they made a great pair.  You served yourself and moved to sit at the island in the kitchen. A cheer from the living room told you that the trio had finally ignited the fire, shortly after they piled into the kitchen and began to dish food onto their plates. Levi once again stuffed the mop and bucket back into the closet and feverishly washed his hands before serving himself. As he reached for a grilled cheese the sleeve of his hoodie scrunched up, revealing a new tattoo on his left wrist. Your jaw dropped momentarily, the sight of the fresh ink shocking you. In fact it was so fresh that the skin around the ink was still red and a bit swollen, glistening with the salve. He rounded the island and dropped into the stool to your left, and your eyes went straight to his wrist.

"Fresh ink?" you asked, propping your chin on the heel of your hand as you watched him bring the spoon to his mouth.  

"Yeah." he replied, not bothering to elaborate.

"Can I see?" you pressed, Levi shot you a glare as he bit into his sandwich but still lifted his hand for you to pull his sleeve up. You gingerly tugged his sleeve up and a tiny 'awe' escaped your lips. The drawing was extremely minimalistic, the delicate black ink contrasting beautifully with his pale skin tone. It was a small tea cup, with a chip in its rim. Levi scoffed and tugged his arm back.

"That's a good one Levi." you gushed as you turned back to your own meal.

"Thanks." he grumbled as he looked everywhere but your face.

"Where do you get them done?" you asked before taking a huge bite of your sandwich.

"WitchHammer." he grunted, his patience growing thin. All of these questions reminded him of a particular brunette. You hummed in response as you entertained the idea of getting a tattoo for your 16th birthday that was coming up in the next couple of months. You already had an appointment at the shop to get your forward helix pierced on your left ear. The others were getting rowdy on the other side of the island, too engrossed in their conversation to notice the side conversation Levi and you were engaging in.

"Did it hurt?" you quizzed feeling a bit playful. You had missed Levi's bluntness and his shitty sense of humor.

"I would be lying if I said no." he retorted, his sharp eyes catching yours for the first time in weeks. You chuckled and nodded as you chewed your food.

"You think that I would look good with a couple tattoos?" you giggled, smiling broadly at the raven haired boy. He clicked his tongue and turned to take you in, his eyes raking over your form. Finally his eyes settled on your hands, his brows pinched together in thought as he stared.

"Personally...I like minimalistic designs, you could probably pull off some finger tats or hand tats." he mused, you glanced at your hands, interesting. You held your hands up to the light to get a better look and began to think of some small designs that you might be interested in.

"Tattoos are a big commitment, don't just get some stupid shit." Levi lectured as he lifted his cup of tea to his lips, you frowned he was one to talk.

"I know." you decided that tonight wasn't the time to argue with him, especially since this was the first time spending time together in weeks. He nodded but kept a skeptical eye on you as you folded your hands onto your lap and turned to listen to the other conversation. You frowned when you realized they were just talking about prom, awkward. So you decided to clean up, the exhaustion of the long day seemed to hit you like a truck and all you could think about was your bed and all of the work that was due on Sunday. You washed up quickly and waved weakly before trudging up the stairs, thankfully the others didn't seem to care that you were calling it a night early. You changed into a pair of flannel pjs and an old ACDC shirt that had seen better days. You sank into your old desk chair and flicked on the small lamp, you rummaged through your back pack and pulled out your laptop and a notebook. Sparing a glance at the small alarm clock you groaned, it was already well past nine o'clock.

You decided to pick up from where you had left off with your Government notes. Your handwriting started off neat, the ink gliding flawlessly across the lined paper. But by the time you had finished the notes and moved on to your chemistry homework, your handwriting had become rocky at best. You frowned at the smudged ink, the green hue bleeding into the once white paper. With a sigh you reached for your white out and continued to write out the reaction. Once you were finished with Chem, you turned your attention to your research paper for English. As you typed you could feel your eyelids drooping, the words seemed to blur and bend across the computer screen. Closing your eyes for a moment wouldn't hurt would it? A defeated sigh breezed past your lips as you folded your arms across the desk and rested your forehead against your arms to block out the blinding light of your lamp. You yawned and rubbed your eyes in an attempt to wake yourself up, though this seemed to be unsuccessful. As you slipped into sleep, you recalled the last time you had fallen asleep at your desk and how fucked up your back felt the following week. But your exhaustion won and your head slumped against your desk, any pain you felt would be a problem for future you.

Meanwhile, downstairs the upperclassman were well into their third bottle of wine and their fifth round of Candy Land. Erwin flicked the spinner and moved his piece accordingly, Levi sat back and sipped the dry red wine, Mike had his hand thrown over Nanaba's shoulders casually. Hange was leaning her head heavily against Erwin's shoulder and Levi swore he had never felt like such a loser in his whole life. If you were down here at least he wouldn't be the only person down here that was single. Hange howled as Erwin pushed his piece past hers, always the sore looser. Nanaba giggled drunkenly as she choked on her glass of wine. Levi rolled his eyes, his friends were past tipsy now, but not quite drunk, and this was usually when Levi would leave. He hated dealing with drunk people, they were messy and loud, the mere thought of any of them vomiting made him cringe. He waited until the spinner came around to him before he excused himself.

"Count me out." he held up his hand to deny the spinner as Mike tried to hand it to him.

"Awe come on Levi! We can't let Erwin win for the fifth time in a row!" Mike begged as Levi stood up and picked up his glass of wine.

"No." Levi denied, his voice growing colder. The group collectively called for him to stay, their voices a bit unsteady due to the alcohol. Levi shrugged them off and carefully stepped over Hange, she snagged his ankle and held him in a vice grip.

"No, don't go Levi! Finish this game please!" she whimpered as she pressed her face into his calf. His nose wrinkled in disgust at the sudden contact, Erwin chuckled and pulled Hange back and pressed a kiss to her temple. Yeah it was definitely time for him to go to bed, besides he needed to put some vaseline on his fresh ink. He slid into the upstairs bathroom, the sound of his friends laughing fading into the background. Tugging up his sleeve his hissed at the feeling of the raw skin coming in contact with the cold air. He pawed through the drawers, pausing at the sight of your feminine hygiene products. He usually used the downstairs restroom since the guest room was in the basement. He slammed the drawer shut and moved onto the next one, a relieved sigh escaping his lips at the sight of the familiar jar of vaseline. He swiped the jelly onto his tiny tea cup tattoo and rolled his sleeve back down, the soothing jelly immediately calming the irritated skin.

On his way out of the bathroom he noticed the small sliver of light that shined through your cracked door. He glanced down at his wrist watch and frowned, it was one thirty in the morning, you had supposedly gone to bed hours ago. He glanced down the stairs, from the bathroom he could see the open floor layout of the living room, where all of his friends were still gathered. He steeled himself and padded up to your door, he lifted his hand and rapped the backs of his knuckles against the surface. He frowned when there was no response, he gently pushed the door open and tentatively stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, the only light emitting from the small lamp on your desk. His eyes softened at the sight of you slumped onto your desk, but quickly hardened at the sight of drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. He sat his wine glass down as quietly as he could on your nightstand and raked his eyes around your cluttered room in search for a blanket. He spotted a quilt neatly folded on your window seat, he unfolded the blanket and draped it over your shoulders. Just as the blanket was settling on your shoulders and he was pulling his hands back, the door flew open. He jumped, spinning around only to be met with the sight of an unsteady Hange. The brunette's eyes widened at the sight of Levi's hand on the back of your seat.

"What..." her eyes narrowed and she pointed between the two of you.

"Is this?" she finished as she stepped into the room, her body swaying unsteadily. Good question, what was he doing in here?

"I came to shut off her light." Levi lied through his teeth, the truth was that he had wanted to spend more time in your presence.

"Lies." Hange hissed as she pointed accusingly at him.

"Tch, believe what you want four eyes." Levi grunted as he stalked across the room, meaning to make a quick get away before she drew too much attention to this fishy situation.

"Hey don't-" she lunged in an attempt to keep Levi from escaping, spilling her glass of wine onto the white carpet and onto Levi's crisp white hoodie. She caught herself on Levi, a drunk giggle bubbling past her lips as she clung to him. Levi staggered under her weight, his back hitting your wall with a dull thud. You grunted, slowly lifting your head from the desk you turned around to see Levi seething under Hange's weight as she pressed against him. Your eyes widened at the sight, Levi was trying to grab the glass from her hand to prevent further spillage, you were so distracted by the rare sight of Levi and Hange in such close proximity that you didn't notice the quilt falling off your shoulders. You blinked dumbly at the two of them as they grappled for the wine glass, Levi ultimately winning due to Hange's drunken state.

"Levi was peeping on you while you slept." Hange blurted, Levi slammed his hand over her mouth and snarled. You weren't surprised when Levis pulled his hand back with a small gasp, you could just make out the sheen of what you assumed was Hange's drool over his palm. The brunette cackled and staggered away from him and out of the room.

"I'm going to tell Erwin." she sang as she stumbled through the hall with her hand on the wall to guide her.

"Hange don't, it's okay really." you called after her, but your words fell on deaf ears as she rounded the stairs and disappeared.

"Damn it." Levi hissed, his eyes trained on the stain on the ground, he pulled the sweat shirt off of his skin, the alcohol sticking to his skin. You cleared your throat awkwardly as Levi pulled the sweatshirt off. You glanced at the stairs, no sign of Hange and Erwin yet, you could hear the sound of the group stumbling around the kitchen. Hopefully Hange had forgotten and favored grabbing another drink over causing trouble, so you stood up and crossed your room to quietly shut the door. Levi had his head against the wall, his eyes closed expecting an onslaught of accusations. Instead he was surprised to see you digging through your closet, pulling out one of your larger sweatshirts you tossed it to him. He caught the garment and eyed is suspiciously before tugging it over his head.

"Thanks." he mumbled, you waved him off and crossed your room to sit down on your bed.

"What's up?" you questioned, it was certainly out of character for him to be in your room. Levi shrugged and slowly crossed the room to drop down onto your bed next to you.

"Your light was on and I came in to shut it off." Levi replied nonchalantly, his eyes dull as he watched you slip under your covers. A chill ran up your spine, your room always got cold in the winter due to the large windows. After a moment of awkward silence you patted the space beside you, Levi quirked a brow at you but when you smiled at him he slid closer to you. He settled against the headboard with a sigh, you looked up at him, taking in the sharp lines of his jaw and the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed. He turned and raised a brow skeptically at you, you giggled and turned to slip deeper under your covers. He scoffed but turned to face you, propping himself up on his elbow. From this close proximity you could smell the wine on his breath, you noticed that his  pupils were dilated, and his cheeks flushed.

"Thanks...I guess." you muttered as you watched him reach into his pockets and pull out his juul and take a hit. You frowned as he turned his head away from you to exhale, he sighed contentedly and turned to face you once more.

"You're going to get me in trouble." you scoffed as he attempted to offer you the juul.

"You only live once." he smirked as he dangled the device in your face. You gently pushed his hand away from your face, he shrugged and took another drag.

"Are you sleeping over?" you questioned, he simply nodded and pocketed his juul.

"It's like three in the morning." he scoffed rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"Oh, I guess..." you trailed off, the house had grown quiet, hopefully Hange had been dragged to bed by Erwin and had long forgotten about snitching on Levi. You weren't sure what Levi was still doing in your bed, you knew that he wouldn't force himself on you, but still he had never spend this much time alone with you since the time you had kissed. Just as you were about to ask him why he was still in your room, you heard the sound of the front door opening and then quickly closing. Your mother was home, you shoved Levi's shoulder and motioned for him to get out of your bed, a surge of panic rushing through you. Your mom would kill you if she saw Levi in your bed this late. Levi grunted and rolled off the bed, landing heavily on the ground with a thud. You winced and pointed at the door, Levi opened his mouth to say something but ultimately turned and stalked towards the door. When he opened the door, he was met with the tired face of your mother. Her eyes widened at the unexpected sight of Levi.

"Oh, Levi.." she managed to keep her voice even as she took in his appearance, his hair a bit mussed, cheeks pink and wearing your clothes.

"It's not what it looks like mom!" you scrambled out of bed and pushed Levi away from the doorway so that you could address your mother.

"Really..." she narrowed her eyes skeptically as her eyes roamed over your pajamas and messy hair. You grimaced but nodded, she glared at you and heaved a heavy sigh, turning her attention to Levi.

"So your uncle told me that you wouldn't be coming to Christmas this year?" she swiftly changed the subject. Levi blinked, shocked that she had chosen to ignore the suspicious state she had found the two of you in.

"Y-Yeah that's true, I finally saved enough to visit my old friends in France for the holidays." he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Is that so?" she hummed, leaning against the door frame and tugging her light jacket closer to her body. Levi nodded and spared you a glance, you looked surprised, but not upset.

"Well that sounds amazing, you'll have to send us a postcard." she mused, Levi nodded and shifted awkwardly.

"Yes ma'm." he responded, your mother nodded pleased with his response.

"How long will you be gone for?" she probed.

"Until January 8th." Levi answered.

"That's a long time." you quipped, Levi glanced at you and nodded.

"How exciting." your mother's response was genuine, she stepped aside allowing him to pass.

"Yeah." he muttered as he slid past and made his way towards the stairs. Once he was out of sight your mother turned to you, her usually soft features pinching into a scowl.

"Explain." she snapped, pointing a finger at the sizable wine stain.

"Hange spilled it, I'll clean it in the morning." you sighed as you eyed the large purple spot.

"Alright, just make sure that it gets cleaned." your mother leaned forward and kissed your forehead. You smiled at her, it was unusual that you got to see her after her shift.

"How was work?" you asked as you eyed her scrubs, noting a mystery stain on her shirt.

"Messy." she sighed as she followed your gaze.

"Did you save lots of lives?" you giggled.

"Of course." your mother jabbed.

"Get some sleep (Y/n)." she hummed, her hand burying into your messy hair to ruffle it affectionately.

"Goodnight mom." you called after her as she descended the staircase, she waved her hand and you slowly shut the door.

#levi x y/n #levi x reader #levi aot #snk levi #levi x you #aot fanfiction #aot fandom #snk fanfiction #levi fanfiction #eren mikasa armin #armin arlert #eren jeager #mikasa ackerman #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman #erwin smith #hange zoe #mike zacharias #nanaba #petra ral #modern au #high school au #college #college au

[demonic-ungaikyo-dragon]

The tundrigo (pt.1)

(My clan lore will play like this. My characters shall find urban legends and either befriend or battle them. They will vary between monsters, ghosts and demons. Also despite my main chars. Being eastern like, my lore will have national urban legends and creatures. Oh and no, the story does not take place in a modern setting. Its more of a traditional one. But there are going to be modern terms. Oh and dragons are feral, not anthro)

(Long post warning. If anyone knows to make a read more post on mobile i would highly appreciate it.)

Today was like any normal day for rodune. He woke up, kissed cloud good morning, ate breakfast and went off to work. As he walked, he admires the sight, as he always does. Bamboo sway in the fresh wind. The sun was starting to rise now. Rodune likes to wake up at around 5-6 am. But today he woke up at around 3 am.

He also took some time to look at his clothing. Cloud recently bought him a nice kimono for him. It was a bright blue, with the desing of some white gooses in a pond. It was very pretty. "Will need to give cloud a twice as beautiful gift. I owe her."

He stopped walking, as he felt his wings already ruining his kimono. 'I need to go to the local tailor. One day my wings will make a hole.' Rodune thought as he finally fixed his problem. He then rushed before he had to fix it again.

As he finally arrived at his destination, he took a break and sat down at a nearby stone bench. "You look tired. Your early so why you came running like that?" He heard a voice. He looked down and saw lorimer, the store's greeter. He too, was wearing a kimono, but was much longer than rodunes, practically having to drag it in the ground. It was pink, with a cherry blossom petals desing. His golden wing drapes complimenting his colors. "Gravel has not even opened yet. Your not waking up earlier than you have too, are you?" The tundra continued somewhat worried. Rodune simply chuckled. "I much perfer to be exhausted and be early, than be irresponsible and late." He said as he looked at the other tundra besides lorimer.

It was gravel hide. Instead of a kimono, he wore tattered cloth and a tengu mask. His skeletal genes making look like a ghost. As gravel saw me looking at him, he quickly looked away. "Hi..." he said notably shy. He has a tendency to be like this, even with the other workers. I was about to greet him back, but a voice screamed at us. The 3 of us look surprised at the source of the voice.

A rather bloodied, fluffy tundra was coming running towards us. Whe knew who it was. "Wait!" He screamed again. Once he reached he started wagging his tail excitedly. "I arrived early today." He said between pants. Marco is a very odd dragon. He may seem like a serial killer, with his tattered clothing and demonic mask, but he is just a puppy. He uses his looks to intimidate, but he is a good fighter too if needed. "Oh and tanwen is coming too! He has yet to catch up to me-" marco is cut off by the sound of wings flaping in the air. A very large blue tundra landed with force next to marco.

Said tundra wore a hood made of blue leaves and white cloth, which his gloves are the same. A half-mask covered one of his eyes, while his other was free. His wings were butterfly like, and wore a white kilt to cover his private area. "Goodness marco, run slower for the next time please?" Did i forget to mention that he is very old? He may look young, but his raspy voice and wrinkles under his eyes, well, eye tells a whole different story. Marco, responds with a smug smirk, his mask preventing to see his full smug glory.

"Umm, why are you all here early?" Gravel says as he opens the lock of the door to the store. "I mean, not that im mad! Its just unusual...". Lorimer looks at his brother confused, "you did not know? Kaja and abernathy have something to tell us." Gravel looks at lorimer surprised. "Oh i did not know! I need to clean the shop!" Gravel replied with hurry in his voice. "Ill help!" Marco said excitedly as he trutted inside to help. "I will assist as well." Rodune said following the two tundras.

* moments later *

"You know, next time leave the cleaning to me..." rodune said as he finished cleaning the rest of the mess lorimer caused by accident. Everyone looked at him as he scratched the back of hos head in embarrasment.

"Sorry for asking again? But why did kaja want to meet woth us?" Gravel asked as he put some potions on display in a shelf. Lorimer shrugged. "I really dont know. Maybe he wants to take marco for himself again. But he did suggest its about another dragon."

"Gossip? Thats weird, even for kaja." Tanwen commented. "I mean, why does he need to meet woth all of us then?" Just then, the door to the shop opened wiith the sound of wind chimes (which are used to know when someone leaves or enters the shop.) They thought kaja and abernathy arrived, but they saw instead a panicking imperial. It was flora. She wore a similiar

She was gasping, lorimer quickly running to her to check if she is alright. "Im fine dear." She said between pants. "Whats wrong then, you look like you've seen a ghost." Marco asked clearly worried.

The young imperial looked to the ground, now breathing normally. "Remember that kaja and abernathy were going to met with us? I found them on my way here." Everyone nodded to let her continue. "We decided to go together, kaja offering to tell me some of the info he was going to tell us. It was about ursus." At this, tanwe perked his ears up from the holes of his hood. "Kaja said thet yesterday at 8 pm. He saw ursus attacking someone."

"Ursus attack someone? Thats imposible. He looks creepy yeah, but he would not hurt a fly."

Gravel commented in disbelief. Flora nodded. "I thought that too, but something that we saw is why im scared. While we were talking, abernathy saw ursus in the distance. And then... oh windsinger... we saw ursus eating another tundra..." flora began to cry as she remembers the scene. Everyone looked and gasped in horror. "After we saw that, ursus looked at us, and we saw that he was emitting a cloud, cold like mist from his mouth. He than rushed at us screaming thing like "food!" We ran, and i decided to come here to tell you that-"

"Kaja and abernathy are in trouble!"

Everyone screamed in unison and quickly ran outside the store. They all took flight in search of the brothers.

This is one weird morning, rodune thought.

(Cliffhanger😋 also thank you for reading!)

#flight rising #clan lore #c:rodune #c:lorimer #c:gravelhide #c:marco #c:tanwen #c:cloud #c:flora #c:kaja #c:abernathy #and new character that will be revealed soon! #c:ursus #also #im not good at story writing #so sorry if this is bad

[jabalem]

So, I went to church yesterday the first time since the beginning of the year, I think. Anyways I used to go to this church in primary school, It’s Roman Catholic, But now I go to an Anglican school. Moving on, I got this dark idea from being in the church too long and just decided to role with it.

I’m terrible at one shots but I basically ended it on a cliffhanger. If you want I can write more on it but for now it’s a one shot.

Also haven’t watch the final season of Star vs the Forces of Evil so yeah. Enjoy :).

Star just laid there staring at the ceiling of the church. It was fascinating to her as there was an image of a dove that illuminated the sky that was before the glass shattered around everyone. Her long blonde hair was dyed red to the roots with the blood of everyone around her.

Marco was directly on her, his head resting on her trachea, suffocating her. There was a huge gash between his shoulder blades. Pony fell somewhere near her head, Star did not see what happened to her. Her parents laid on both her sides they were pretty much dead. No mean to be a bitch but they kind of deserved it. Okay, maybe not.

How did she end up here again?

Star had no idea how Marco had convinced her to go to church today. She was one of the unholiest people she ever met. It was mostly business for her parents and she had to come to keep up with appearances. She wasn’t exactly on speaking terms with her parents as they were against some of her life choices.

Marco had to drag her out of the car and her best friend Pony almost died of laughter from her outfit choices. It wasn’t bad, it was formal in a sense. The only problem was that, to the church people, she looked like a whore. Not to Pony or to Marco, he knows she looks beautiful. The people her parents were doing business with were conservatives and everything that’s not their opinion was frowned upon.

Star wore a baby pink pencil skirt that reached her mid thigh, it rode all the way up on the car drive to the church. She wore a white stocking with an intricate design paired with baby pink stiletto heels. Her blouse was white and was a deep v-cut that showed her cleavage. It was long sleeved and it flared at her elbows. She also wore a white lace choker.

Her hair had gotten longer over the years, reaching at the back of her knee. She braided her hair in one then wrapped it around her head in a loose bun. She went with light makeup and a rosy pink lip gloss.

Despite her put together description she looked quite dishevelled. She blamed Marco for jumping her as she arrived in the car and Pony for encouraging him. She loved every minute of it though and it helped her mood.

She shook the priest’s hand and made her way into the church, Marco guiding her and whispering sweet nothings in her ear making her smile. When she arrived at the front of the church her parents were already there and they looked at her in disapproval.

Even her father who she was close to at one point grew distant from her when her ex boyfriend convinced her to do some questionable things. Now it took a lot for him to believe her and it really hurt her to see that.

Since she met Marco though they had been more accepting. Surprisingly she grew closer to her mother.

Pony, or Lilacia, sat at the end, Marco being squished between the two friends. Pony was already bored.

Star ignored most of the opening ceremony as she was fascinated by the church itself. It was huge first of all and it consisted of three domes. The two at the side were considerably lower than the one in the center which was stained glass. The walls of the church were entirely plastered with tiles and it shocked Star to see how many tiles made up an image. The fact that the tiles were about a centimeter by centimeter, made her even more impressed.

At the altar of the church there was a statue of Jesus nailed to the cross. It gave her chills for some reason. At a corner of the room a projected image of the program could be seen. When they spoke it echoed across the room and again it creeped her out. The center dome had an image of a dove looking down on them. The wings of the dove were spread wide as rays of light were depicted as them reigning down. The glass gave the church a red glow.

At the four corners of the room Saint Luke, Saint John, Saint Matthew and Saint Peter were seen each in a respective corner. These were again made of small tiles. The floor tiles were of a basic design. The ceiling above Jesus on the cross showed an image of angels, Star couldn’t quite remember their names. Sanctus Sanctus, Hosanna In and ET were the only names her brain could comprehend.

Where Star sat she had an object attached to the bench that she could only identify as to kneel on when prayer time. Oh right the ceremony.

“You okay?” Marco whispered in her ears. Star realized that she had been squeezing his hands a little too tightly. Star didn’t despise church or have anything against it, it was the memories associated with it.

Despite her inner turmoil she gave Marco a small nod with a forced smile. “Don’t worry about me.” She whispered back. Marco took a hold of her other arm and began to rub soothing circles on them. Tears dared to spill from her eyes as she gave him a shaky smile. She was snapped out of her little world when they were told to stand and sing the hymn currently playing.

She tried not to shake too much as everyone began singing. The acoustics in the church made them sound like a cult. It was scary at first until Marco pointed out that the old woman in front of her sounded like a goat. He also pointed out how the woman’s mouth moved to form words and now Star had to stop herself from dying of laughter.

“Today, we have gathered to pray for those we have lost to this war we are having.” The pastor began once he stepped up to the podium. “We ask you lord to protect us from those who have wronged you, from those who are corrupted by evil.” As the pastor continued Star felt more and more unsafe and unedge, something was about to happen. “We give you thanks o Lord.”

“Star?” Marco whispered worriedly but harshly. “Just a couple more minutes.” He said a little more softer.

“I- I can’t Marco.” Star whimpered.

“In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. One God forever and ever, amen.” After the prayer was finished everyone sat down quietly. The communion had began.

Star rested her head on Marco’s shoulder and closed her eyes as she tried to focus on a sound. The singing was back which made her blood ran cold. A long line of Catholics went up to the altar for a sip of wine and the breaking of the bread.

“Star, you can’t be dozing off in church.” Her mother whispered harshly. It took Star a couple minutes but she understood what her mother was saying and slowly rose from Marco’s shoulder only to fall back on it.

“Star.” Marco squealed worriedly when she fell back on him. The final person went up then a bullet shot right through the pane windows and into the Catholic’s side. The church was silent as the shock took it time to sink in.

Star got up and rushed over to the person to see them already dead, their blood staining the tiles burgundy. Star was making her way to the exit when she felt a force push her down. Marco shielded her from the glass that fell from the shattered dome.

Marco covered Star as the millions of glass surged into his body effectively killing him. His head rested on Star’s neck an especially nasty cut in between his shoulder blades.

All hell broke loose afterwards and one by one Star heard bodies falling around her. The once dry and cold floor that surrounded Star was now warm and it smelled metallic.

All around her Star heard screams that bounced off the church walls until it was all silent. She then heard footsteps and a voice she never thought she would hear again or even see in church.

“There you go guys, dinner.” Tom said with a wicked smile on his face. “Search for any survivors or any idiots that think they can escape.” He ordered. Star heard footsteps moving about and she closed her eyes hoping the earth would swallow her whole or that she could be in Marco’s place.

The sound of heavy boots near her and the clicking of a gun made her open her eyes in panic. There Tom stood, he got bigger in body from when Star had known him. His eyes were dark and the youth in his face was gone saved for the hatred and that oozing scar on his face. Star knew that him stepping in this church was killing him.

“Star Butterfly.” Tom smirked. “Or is it Star Butterfly-Diaz now? Long time no see.” He gave her a wicked smile that she was sure would give her nightmares if she ever made it out.

#star vs au #star vs the forces of evil #star x marco #star butterfly #fanfic

[usopp-writes]

Turning back time - part 1

This was inspired by @marcoacesabo

It comes in three parts.

He’d sought for it for so long. It had been years since he had last contacted anyone he knew and for all he knew, they thought he had died. In a way he was dead. On the inside. Ever since Thatch had been murdered, had a part of him died and the more time passed and the more losses he endured, the more did he die. The war had almost killed him completely and only revenge and the promise to Ace, was keeping him alive.

Revenge he hadn’t gotten, but keeping Luffy alive, he had managed to do for years to come, but now he had been executed and Marco’s life ended then. Well, he was still alive, but he didn’t live.

It was then he heard about the time stones. Curious he had researched them and apparently they were stones for humans to use when they thought injustice had been put upon them or their loved ones. Though the hardship to get them took the courage and hope from anyone and so the stones were just mere mythical artifacts.

Marco couldn’t let this slip. Ace hadn’t deserved to die at such a young age, not having the opportunity to fully live with the knowledge that it was okay he was born. A question answered in his death. It hadn’t been fair at all. Thatch hadn’t deserved to die either, he had been the most good hearted pirate on the ship. Sure, his pranks could be too much, but his cheeriness and friendly smiles, always made up for his mischievous side.

While Marco wanted his father of heart to be alive too, he knew that even if the war would never happen, then he would soon had lost Whitebeard too. The man was only there on borrowed time, being over 70 years old and his body slowly showing the effects of a long life as a pirate. Still, if Marco could only get a little more time with him and prepare everyone for the inevitable, he would taake it.

It was why Marco found himself traveling the world, overcoming one test or trial after the other, in his search for the stones. Each place just leading to the next clue. If it hadn’t been for his will to turn time back to give Thatch and Ace a second chance, Marco might have giving up long ago. Though this wasn’t just about those two. Others had died too, friends that fought in the war with them. Marco wanted to save as many as possible.

He was tired when he reached the next place and frustrated, when finding only an empty dome. Had someone beat him to it? Or was this a test to get the next clue? He looked around, before sliding down. “I just want them  live the happy life they deserved. Is that too much to ask for, yoi?” He muttered.

“No it isn’t.” A woman’s voice spoke, making him jump onto his feet, ready for anything. She was beautiful, long red hair, a young and very feminine body. She wore a simple white dress and were bare feet. Her eyes were light golden and she had a pair of white wings. Marco was sure this was what an angel looked like.

“Then what should I do to give them the chance, yoi?” He was ready to sacrifice his life for them. She smiled lightly and held out her hand for him to take. Slight hesitating he did and soon found himself in a sunflower field. “All you have to do now, is to find the right flower and ask it to give you the stones. Be warned though. You will remember everything that happened when you go back in time and you can only use the stones once. So if you do not succeed, you won’t be able to find the stones again.” Her tone was mild and yet he understood the warning completely.

He let go of her hand and started to wander. Finding the right flower. He would succeed in not only finding it, but also in giving them the chance they deserved. His determination didn’t falter at all.

It took some time, Marco didn’t know how long as there was no indication with the sun or the light here. He wasn’t sure how there were light here, when there seemed to be no sun, but he hink too much about it. All he thought about was finding the right flower.

Suddenly he saw it. A sunflower that seemed to be on fire and shaking at the same time, even if there was no wind at all. The sunflowers represented Thatch, Marco had known this ever since they came to this field. All he did was looking for something representing Ace and Whitebeard and that flower did.

He walked up to it and stood in front of it. “Please, fiery and tembling sunflower, give me the time stones so I can give my loved ones the chance to live like they deserve, yoi.” Why he spoke as he did, he didn’t know, but it felt right. The sunflower shook twice and disappeared, leaving two black stones. Marco picked them up.

“Think about the time you want to go back to and the hit the stones together. You will find yourself where you were at that time. Though remember this: You will know of the future if you do not change anything. With every major changes, the future will become more unclear to you and once you have succeeded in keeping your loved ones alive for longer than now, you will not remember what should have happen.”

Marco nodded as to tell he had understood what she meant. Closing his eyes he thought about the time he gave Thatch the mission that would bring him to the Yami Yami no Mi. Marco didn’t want to go too far back from when everything went wrong. Once it was clear in his mind, he clapped the stones together.

Part two

Part three

#my fanfic #marco #turning back time - part 1 #long post #1/3

[mrevaunit42]

The First Day (Boku no hero Academia au part 3)

Hello everyone, Mr.E here, still very much writing. haha sorry for not updating, I’ve been pretty busy and honestly kinda wanderlust in terms of what I want to write but here we are with the next chapter of my hero academia au for star vs.

So i wanted to do my own version of the first day of school and i felt like this was the best way. Since I kept writing and stopping cuz life kept making me deal with it, it feels a little off to me. Probably not my best work but i Hope you get some enjoyment out of it all the same. 

So some notes Bold mean the standard Adult Marco flashback in the vein of Adult Deku telling his story similar to the show and bold and italics is a new thing i tried to keep with the spirit of the anime and that is someone quickly explaining someone’s quirk. I felt it was a fun nod to the anime and in case You are wondering who is present Mic in this au, it’s Ruberiot because of course it is.

that’s it for me. have an amazing week and i hope you enjoy the story!

here is the link to part one https://mrevaunit42.tumblr.com/post/162853635472/im-going-to-be-a-hero-boku-no-academia-au-part

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I remember the first day of school well. How could I forget the uncontrolled joy, the sheer exhilaration of seeing that wonderful building with the knowledge I had finally made it. My determination, my drive, my unwillingness to give up and live a mundane, boring life to be the hero I always dreamed of. The hero I always hoped I  could be.

Of course it was on that day I realized how far I had to go. I swear I can still feel the aches in my bones and muscles just thinking about that day....

Marco could feel his body trembling with excitement as he passed through the school security gate.

His first day at UA high.

“How...terrifying” Marco muttered to himself, letting out a tense sigh “Okay Marco, you got this! You proved you deserve to be here! YOU ARE A HERO!”

Marco flushed as dozens upon dozens of eyes fell on him, a mixture of emotions in their gazes but all the young teen felt was embarrassment.

Marco rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as the crowd's attention shifted elsewhere.

“I really gotta learn to control myself” Marco murmured awkwardly.

“Why?” A familiar voice answered “I think it be good for you to stop overthinking and relax for once in your life.”

Marco's face burned as a pair of arms fondly wrapped themselves around him though his body tiled unsteadily from the added weight.

Marco flailed, his arms reaching for anything but there was nothing within reach and he began to stumble.

“Whoa there” there was a soft fluttering of wings, a pair of gentle hands steadying him while the person backed away from the panicking Marco.

Marco let out yet another tense sigh. There was a brief thought that wondered how often did he perform the gesture but the train of thought was derailed as Star Butterfly hovered into view, a small yet soft smile gracing her face as she waved hello.

“Morning Marco!” Star beamed

“Morning Star” Marco greeted in return while the blonde haired girl planted her feet back onto the ground “ you really shouldn't sneak up on people....”

“and you shouldn't stand in the middle of the road muttering to yourself” Star countered with a smirk “But we're going to do what we're going to do.”

Marco scratched his cheek “Yeah...sorry.....I'm not used to...”

“People sneaking up on you?” Star offered as the pair continued their trek to class

“Friends hugging me.....” Marc whispered timidly

Marco blinked in surprised: Star let out an insanely cute coo before wrapping an arm around his neck and drawing him in close.

Star grinned happily at him “Get used to it buddy, I'm a hugger”

Marco chuckled softly, trying to ignore the racing of his heart “I would've never guessed.”

Star gasped mockingly “What? No way! You're more wrapped up in your head than I thought.”

Marco snickered “Cool it Butterfly just because you're my best friend doesn't mean you can get away with anything you want.”

Marco strolled into the room unaware that Star had released her grip on him and was standing in the hallway, completely dumbfounded by his words.

“Best friend?” Star muttered before letting a joyful “YES!” and pumping a fist into the air.

Marco shook his head as he slid open the classroom door, Star was just too endearing and cute....

“Huh?”

Marco stared, uncertain if he was seeing what he thought he saw.

He pulled his head out of the doorway for a moment and glanced upwards. 1A the sign read so this was his class but why there were only a handful of students inside especially on the first day?

Star made her way over to her best friend, a quizzical look on her face

“What's up Marco?”

Marco frowned “Nothing I guess? I thought I was in the wrong class for a second since the bell's about to ring and there's almost nobody here.”

“There is a reason for that Mr. Diaz.” a cool voice called from behind

Startled, Marco and Star whirled around to find Moon Butterfly standing there.

“M-Mrs. B-Butterfly! Good Morning” Marco bowed quickly while Star gave a cheery “Morning mom!”

“Morning Mr. Diaz, sweetie.” She gave a short nod “Please take your seats and I shall inform you where your missing classmates have gone.”

Marco and Star exchanged a look but said nothing, opting to take their seats instead.

It was so strange to be in class that nearly devoid of life but Moon quickly answered the question the 8 students were thinking of.

“The rest of your classmates are with my fellow teacher All Might” Moon told them

“All Might?! He's a teacher?! AT UA?!” Marco burst out loud.

Marco felt his ears burn when Moon's eyes narrowed on his face, the quiet snickering of his classmates echoing in his ears.

“Yes....” Moon began slowly “After many years, he finally decided to take up a position at UA since his personal affairs have...recently taken care of.”

Marco's throat felt dry as Moon's knowing gaze finally left him and scanned the rest of the room.

'She knows' Marco thought to himself 'She knows I have One for All.....'

“You are probably wondering why you are not with the rest of your class.”

Tom scoffed, waving their teacher's statement off “It's clear you wanted to talk to the top students of the entrance exam personally. Oh and Marco too”

Marco growled under his breath, clutching at the edges of his table angrily.

“Yes Mr. Lucitor, you are correct....”

Tom smirked proudly

“...well, partially correct.”

Tom's face fell as the room broke into hushed whispers.

Moon sat at the edge of her desk, her face stony and indifferent.

“As Mr. Lucitor was so kind to arrogantly point out, you eight scored the highest of all the applicants.”

Marco gazed about the room: Tom (because of course he did), Janna, Jackie (his heart skipped a beat), Ferguson, Alfonzo, Sabrina and Star.

Wait, where was the 8th...?

Marco mentally smacked himself upon realizing he failed to count himself out of habit.

“So naturally” Moon went on without missing a beat “Expectations are high for you 8.”

“Naturally” Janna smugly replied.

“Which is why you will be taking a special test today. One that determines if you stay at UA or not.”

A nauseous feeling formed in the pit of Marco's stomach as the classroom fell deathly silent.

“Hey!” Tom shot to his feet furiously “That's not fair! We passed the test fair and square, why are we being punished for that?”

“Fair?” Moon repeated with a steely edge to her voice “You seem to have a rather skewed perception of fair Mr. Lucitor.”

“Why you...” Tom began but Moon ignored him

“You all did exceedingly well in the examination but simply put, just because the others are convinced you will go on to do great things does not mean I share their sentiments.”

Moon pushed off her desk and stood at full height, making eye contact with every single person in the room

“And before you can complain that I can't do this” Tom openly glared but Moon paid no mind “I have expelled entire classes before and it's well within my power to do so. I do not sugarcoat anything. My fellow faculty members expect you to thrive here. I'm here to ensure their faith is not misplaced. As a hero, the world will place you on a pedestal whether you like it or not and they will not hesitate expect your success or remind you of your failure. ”

Marco gulped. Despite the general, almost conversational tone Moon took, he couldn't shake the feeling that she was speaking directly to him. He was River's successor and it was his duty to live up to his idol's expectations. If Marco was to be the next symbol of peace, failure could not be an option yet it would always linger.

Always.....

“Please gather your things and follow me.”

Marco's sense of dread only grew as the class quietly shuffled after their teacher.

20 minutes and one change of clothes later, the eight found themselves in a rather strange location: It was a well kept grassy plain surround by a loose ring of trees. The now dark blue and white track suit wearing students stood to one side of the groove as their teacher stoically remained in the center.

Moon had changed too though her attire was far more menacing: She wore a long black riding cloak over with her simple yet elegant chain-mail, thick bandages wrapped around her forearms with her long periwinkle blue hair braided into a single ponytail while a pair of strange goggles with multiple slits rested over her eyes.

Marco's body tensed upon the realization that she must've changed into her hero costume. The Queen was not holding anything back.

Moon turned her attention to the group of teens or at least that's what Marco thought. It was very hard to tell where or who she was exactly looking at with those strange goggles of hers.

“This is your final warning” Moon cracked her knuckles threateningly “This is UA. You will be bruised, you will get hurt and while your life will not be in danger, that doesn't mean we're going to go easy on you. If you want to back out, now is the time to do so.”

Her question was met with silence and determined gazes.

“Very well” Moon smirked as she fished out a dark blue cloth from her pocket “Let's get straight to the point: This is a UA flag, nothing special aside being used to show your school spirit.”

She wrapped it tightly around her forehead.

“Whoever helps get this off my head will stay at UA. Everyone else will be expelled at once and do not worry, I won't be using my quirk. It wouldn't be very sporting of me.”

“Wait!” Marco shouted alongside the choir of outraged students “Are you saying only one of us gets to pass?!”

Moon said nothing. She remained still and lifeless as a breeze swayed the folds of her cloak.

Tom snarled furiously, his hands bursting into flames “Fine! I'll just have to rip that stupid thing off your head!”

“Tom wait!” Marco reached for the hot headed teen but found empty air as the angry teen rocketed away, two bright orange flames burst forth from his palms and propelling him towards his opponent.

“I'm the best” Tom growled, his eyes brimming with a righteous fury “And I'm going to prove it to you right here! RIGHT NOW!”

Tom Lucitor-Quirk: Hellfire. Using his internal body heat, Tom can produce flames for various purposes though prolonged use will lead to dehydration and heat exhaustion. The flames become hotter and more powerful the angrier he is. Shocking.  

Moon barely flinched when Tom reached out for the headband.

“Foolish boy”

Tom let out a surprised gasp when Moon sidestepped him effortlessly, his palm sailing inches past her face as she just watched.

“What the hell?!” Tom cussed as Moon reached for his wrist and locked her fingers around it in an iron grip.

Moon shifted her foot sideways as she vaulted the attacking teen over her shoulder and slammed him into the ground. His back tensed from the sudden pain while the air emptied out of his lungs.

Marco stood there dumbfounded and unable to process what just happened: One second Tom was just one swipe away from staying at UA and the next he was face up on the floor, almost completely subdued.

“CHAAAAARGE!” Janna shouted, fist raised in defiance

The others rushed forward, hoping their individual strength would be enough to overwhelm the pro hero. Only Marco remained behind. He knew it would be pointless. The Queen was a spec ops heroine. She was used to being alone and being self sufficient. Even without her quirk, her general knowledge of quirks and their functions made her dangerous. Couple that with her hand to hand skills and there was no way a bunch of new students were going to defeat her....

Marco let out a disappointed sigh. Everything he had gone through, pushing himself further than he'd ever pushed only to have it snatched it away right at the starting line....

It wasn't fair.....it wasn't....

“I'm sorry....”

Marco snapped out of his spiral of depression to find Star next to him, hands clutched tightly behind her back as she hovered anxiously, her blue eyes focused on the battle ahead.

“Star?” Marco asked, unable to keep concern out of his voice.

“This is my fault....” Star answered sorrowfully “I caused this....”

“Star” Marco reached for her but she pulled away

“She's always pushing me, always giving me some new challenge. I thought she'd calm down now that I was actually in UA but it seems like it's only gotten worse....and because of me, everyone's going to lose their chance at their dream....”

“No”

Star turned to Marco.

“We're not giving up” 

"why not?” Star asked, her voice full of frustration “No one here can beat my mom”

To emphasize her point, Star gestured the completely one sided battle taking place before them.

Moon stood still as Jackie rushed ahead of the pack, a thin layer of frost covering her palms. She grinned happily as she skidded to a stop, brushing her hand lightly over the grassy floor.

Jackie Lynn Thomas-Quirk: Water Manipulation. Able to alter H20 on a molecular level, Jackie can create water, steam or ice at a moment's notice. However, this requires immense concentration and often gets Jackie sick. She does not like getting sick.

Ice spread over the plain, crawling closer and closer to Moon's feet in hopes of entrapping the heroine.

Moon clicked her tongue disappointingly as she jumped away from the icy clutches of Jackie's attack and countered with one of her arm wraps.

“What?” Jackie stood up, backing away in surprise but it was too late: The wrap wound itself tightly around her wrist and went taut “What the what?”

Moon pulled with all her strength and sent Jackie helplessly sliding down her own icy field.

“Capture tape” Moon explained as she flicked the bandage over her arm once again “It's designed to be flexible and durable. It's meant to capture the more uncooperative suspects.”

Moon's head snapped at the sound of footsteps crunching against grass.

“Thanks for the distraction Jackie!” Janna smugly shouted as she reached for the headband.

Moon battled away Janna's outstretched arm and counter attacked with a shoulder tackle. Janna let out a pained grunt as she fell to the floor.

“Too obvious” Moon chided.

“Actually” Janna smirked “Just perfect.”

Moon eyed Janna's darkly glowing hand warily when she caught the sounds of fibers being ripped and torn apart, a strange rune over her wraps quickly fading into thin air.

Janna jumped to her feet, shooting her teacher the most cocky grin and finger guns she could muster.

Janna Ordonia- Quirk: Fortune Redirection. After bonding with a person, Janna can use their inherit good or bad luck to affect other beings or objects. While usually the effectiveness of the results often vary, Janna seems to have found a particularly misfortunate person, granting her access to a powerful and consistent source of bad luck.

“That's unlucky” Janna mocked while she rushed at Moon again

“Only the foolish and inexperienced rely on luck” Moon replied as she pulled Janna's arm into a twist and sent her facing the other direction.

Janna winced “Whoa, this isn't very heroic you know?”

“You missed the part where I cared” Moon answered before shoving her towards the timid approach of Sabrina.

Sabrina flinched nervously and used her arms to shield herself from the Janna projectile coming the straight for her.

Janna was expecting to run into flesh. What she actually ran into was a thick, rocky surface that promptly sent her reeling onto the ground.

“Sorry....” Sabrina murmured softly

Sabrina Backintosh- Quirk: Reinforcement. She can harden her skin to a rock-like substance which is useful for the seemingly large amount of bad luck that follows her around. Some wonder if her bad luck and Janna's power are somehow connected.

“Sab” Janna dizzily told the petrified girl “You got to get in there....win for...me...”

Sabrina was unconvinced as Janna dramatically fell unconscious.

“....No....”

“Here comes the Ferg!”

Ferguson barreled forward with his hands inflated to at least three times their sizes and while his run was unsteady, there was a hint of confidence as he inched his way closer to Moon but the confident swagger left him when, instead of scaring the pro hero as he hoped, Moon decided to meet him head on, closing the distance between them.

Ferguson pulled his arm back, ready to take a swing at his teacher when Moon lashed out with an open palm directly to his face.

Ferguson stumbled backwards, arms flailing in a panic despite not actually being hit. Moon let out an annoyed sigh as with a muted pop, Ferguson's entire body puffed up and the boy helplessly rolled away.

Ferguson O'durguson- Quirk: Expansion. By altering muscle mass and fat, Ferguson is able to increase his own body's density. However, when startled, Ferguson's entire body expands at once and while this gives him a powerful defense, it also prevents him from moving normally.

Alfonzo stood at the ready, hand outstretched to stop Ferguson.

Ferguson let out a relived sigh as he came to a complete stop thanks to his best friend “Thanks buddy! You always got my back.”

“umm yeah of course Ferguson” Alfonzo answered back.

Alfonzo Dolittle- Quirk: Afterimage. Alfonzo is able to create static, still images of himself at will. The images will vanish if Alfonzo wants them to, sneezes or when he is asleep. He has accidentally scared himself on more than one occasion.

Moon shot him a questioning look, taunting him to try his luck against her.

Alfonzo took a step back, waving his hands in surrender.

“That's what I thought” Moon muttered. She almost relaxed now that most of the students had been subdued or frightened when a frustrated yell broke through the tense silence.  

“THIS ISN'T OVER!” Tom snarled, his hands ablaze as he drew closer for one final attack on the pro hero “GIVE ME THAT HEADBAND!”

Moon paid no to the raging teen despite how much he clearly was trying to catch her attention. Her ears twitched gently as she picked up the soft noise of ice slowly forming amidst the furious crackle of Tom's flames.

Jackie moved as quickly and quietly as she could, crouching low to sneak up on her seemingly preoccupied foe. There was no way she could take on a pro hero in a head to head battle but if her attention remained on the raging demonic hellspawn, she might just have a chance.  

Moon took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Tom pulled his arm back, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. His body was exhausted due to the constant exposure to his own flames but he was too lost in rage and adrenaline to care. He was consumed by his fury and was beyond reason. He outstretched his hand, reaching the headband one last time.

Moon let out a frustrated sigh. She shifted her body to the left and as if in a hypnotizing stupor, the two teens followed suite, their single minded determination blinding them to the heroine's plan.

At the last possible moment, Moon dove sideways, dropping into a roll before leaping onto her feet. Her body relaxed as flame and ice collided.

Blue and red irises widened in surprise while they dug their heels in an attempt to stop but it was far too late to do anything. Instinctively, Jackie rose her frost covered arm in front of her face while Tom did the same with his burning limb just as the two smacked into one another.

Jackie and Tom were quickly enveloped by a cloud of steam, their figures obscured as they began cough uncontrollably from the sudden stuffy, smothering heat that overwhelmed them without warning.

Moon stood there, among the groaning and silence of the defeated, still and unmoving. If anyone had impressed her these last few minutes, there was no indication or acknowledgment in her face. She simply was, her face as indifferent as stone.

“See?” Star motioned wildly to emphasize her point “She's barely winded! Nobody here can take on my mom.....”

The blonde's face fell, sorrow filling up her sky blue eyes.

“We're going to get kicked out because of me....I...”

“Star

Star snapped out of her self defeated daze. There was a strange confidence in Marco's tone, one she was certain hadn't been there before. She lifted her gaze to Marco only to find him staring back at her.

“Marco?”

Marco clenched his fist tightly “Star, how fast are you with your wings?”

Star blinked in confusion.

“I...I dunno, pretty fast? I've never really kept track before.”

“ I was hoping for a specific number” A frown graced Marco's face only for a moment before a self assured grin quickly replaced it “But luckily I've got to experience your speed firsthand.”

“Marco?” Star raised an eyebrow but her best friend kept rambling on, muttering to himself about approach and karate lessons “Earth to Maaaaarco. Come in Marco!”

“Huh?” Marco shook away his runaway train of thought “Sorry, I tend to get carried..away...Anyway, I got an idea how to get that headband.”

“Marco” Star began dejectedly “Just stop. If my mom doesn't want you to have that flag, nobody is getting that flag.”

“Exactly!” Marco beamed

“Wha?”

“Don't you get it Star? Nobody is going to get the flag.”

Star nodded questioningly in agreement “Yes, that's what I just said.”

“Which is why we need bodies” Marco replied eagerly.

“Whoa! Marco you're an awesome guy but I'm not killing people for you!”

Marco's face paled “Wait! NO NO NO I mean we need to work together to get that flag! Nobody here can beat your mom on their own but we're not supposed to. If I'm right....”

“Whoever helps get this off my head will stay at UA.”

“...then it won't matter who gets the headband”

Marco felt all confidence drain out of him when he felt Star's hand gently grip his shoulder.

“Alright, what's the plan?”

Marco hid his burning face from Star, trying his best to keep his voice leveled as he told her the plan “We're going to need Al and Sabrina....”

Moon checked her watch briefly as Jackie helped the still slumbering Janna to the side while Tom begrudgingly guided Ferguson to a nearby tree.

“4 tired out, 2 frightened away” Moon murmured to herself “now where's Marco and...”

Moon perked up at the sound of crunching grass approaching her slowly.

She slowly tilted her head and found herself staring at group of four students, a mixture of fear and purpose etched deeply on their faces.

“...Star....” Moon whispered as she turned to face the new challengers “I'm getting rather bored of this so this is your last chance unless you wish to face expulsion.

Star clenched her jaw tightly as she stared down her mother.

“Don't worry Mrs. Butterfly” Marco answered with a respectful tone “We're going to give this our best shot.”

“Then proceed.”

Marco took a step forward and as expected, Moon backed up into a defensive stance.

“Al, NOW!”

Moon blinked in surprise as Alfonzo began running around her in a loose circle.

She narrowed her eyes in suspicion: What was Marco planning? If they thought they could distract her so easily, they were sorely mis...

Moon watched carefully as one Alfonzo became two then three then four then eight. Ten, fifteen, twenty Alfonzo's surrounded her, frozen images of him mid-run filling Moon's sight.

“Clever” She spoke loudly “Nice use of cover.”

“Thanks!” Marco's voice called from her blind spot on the right.

Moon's instincts kicked and with a graceful motion, she whirled around, leg outstretched to meet Marco's assault.

Except it wasn't Marco rushing to meet her. Instead, stumbling her way uneasily through the battlefield was Sabrina, arms flailing wildly as she tried to steady herself

Moon was going to follow through with the kick anyway when something caught her eye. The sun didn't reflect off Sabrina's skin properly...it was almost like it was...

Everything click at once but Moon knew it was too late to stop her momentum. However she could still use it to her advantage despite this setback.

Moon hopped off the ground with one foot, leaning into a spinning wheel kick as she narrowly leapt over Sabrina's head.

Sabrina tumbled forward, chin first into the ground but rather than torn skin, it was skin that had torn up dirt and patches of grass as she skidded to a stop across the floor.

'They used her as a projectile' Moon thought to herself as she unsteadily landed on the balls of her feet 'a distraction for another attack.'

Moon snapped into action, gripping Marco's wrist tightly as he reached for the headband on her forehead. If she had been a second too late, he would've....

Marco pulled back on his restrained arm, dragging the unsuspecting Moon forward and further off balance while reaching for the flag with his free hand.

Moon scowled angrily as she was forced to release Marco and intercept the attempted grab with a well place chop but Marco wasn't done yet: Before the pro hero could react, Marco threw right hook towards her unprotected side.

Moon caught his arm with her own and deflected the punch while reaching for his wrist once again. Marco pivoted on his heel before she could close her grasp, pulling backwards while driving his palm into Moon's shoulder blade.

Moon flinched, stumbling back from the force of the attack. Unlike the previous attackers, Marco had some knowledge of martial arts and would not easily be dispatched . However, an ocean of experience separated the two and the advantage Marco had gotten was quickly dwindling.

Moon dug her feet into the ground as Marco chased after her, attempting to keep her further off balance with a series of karate chops but without the element of surprise, Moon was unmovable. Despite his best efforts, Moon casually absorbed or blocked his attacks, refusing to budge a single inch under the onslaught.

Marco pulled back his arm, hoping a solid punch would break through his teacher's defense but Moon was already one step ahead of him: as he moved his arm backwards, Moon planted her feet firmly on the floor and braced her knees.

Marco's eyes widened as she tightly held onto his wrist, twisting her body as she began to drag him forward into a throw. Marco quickly brought his palm against her back and shoved as hard as he could.

Marco's hand slipped free while Moon fell forward, one leg awkwardly bent mid-air while the other tried to keep balance. Marco let out a sigh of relief and blinked.

When he opened his eyes a moment later, the color drain from his face as Moon twisted in his direction, her knee inches away from catching his stomach.

Marco didn't have a plan. Marco couldn't think of anything that could help in this moment and even if he could, he didn't possess the speed or skill to react in time. He felt the cold shiver of failure dripping down his back. Just one more moment. One more second and they would've won....they would've....

Star's downtrodden face flashed into his mind, the sorrow that danced in her eyes tug at his heartstrings painfully.

Marco screamed at himself. He wouldn't let it end this way. He wouldn't let everyone down just because he couldn't use his quirk properly. He wasn't about to lose everything just because he couldn't do one simple job.

He wasn't going to lose.

Marco felt power flow throughout his legs, the low hum of electricity charging filled his ears as his muscles tightened, renew vigor surging through him like a second wind. It was an odd feeling, one he couldn't remember ever noticing before but it had a comforting familiarity to it, one that cleared Marco's mind.

Marco tensed his body, letting the power run through his body freely. He felt invincible, he felt powerful, he felt like he possessed the energy and strength of not one person but several, overlapping together as one.

He felt like how he always imagined All Might would feel.

Marco only meant to push away, clear some distance between himself and his opponent as he leap backwards to avoid the knee.

He didn't have to worry about distant: It was weird how much the sound of crumbling earth sounded so similar to the crunching of cookies once crushed by human hands.

Marco shot backwards like a rocket, his legs flailing useless and broken as a 5 foot crater and violent winds formed from where he once stood.

Moon was nearly knocked off her feet as the fierce wind blinded and deafened her for a moment but a moment was all Star needed.

Star flew past the wall of Al's and sailed straight for her mother, her gaze focused only on one thing.

The ringing in Moon's ears was unbearable and she stumbled uneasily trying regain her balance. Her eyes were dry and her body shook from the sheer power Marco unleashed in that moment.

Moon saw Star coming, her daughter’s outstretched hand made it very clear what she was after.

Moon slowly began to raise her arm but paused for a moment.

She gave a little chuckle, suppressing the smile on her face as Star whizzed by, flag clutched tightly in her hand.

“As your classmate as figured out” Moon tiredly told the students save Marco and Star “You were supposed to work together and technically you all helped in getting the flag so you get to stay at UA.”

She scanned over each and everyone of them carefully

“You are future heroes. You will be measured to the standard of those who came before you and you will be the standard for which those who come after you will be compared to. You carry the legacy of us all. Welcome to UA high.”

Moon shook her head as the remaining 6 moaned and grumbled about how unfair it all was. They were all tired and they still had the rest of the school day to get through.

Moon watched silently as the class departed.

Marco broke both his legs again due to his quirk and despite Moon's suggestion that he was perfectly fine in the care of Recovery girl, Star refused to leave his side

“Our daughter” Moon spoke softly to the approaching figure “Takes too much after you. Reckless and crazy.”

River nodded as he stood next to his wife “Perhaps but she has your loyalty.”

“I don't know if that's a good thing....”

“I'd like to think so” River tugged at his beard anxiously “Moon pie....did I...?”

“Yes” Moon leaned over and gently kissed her husband's cheek “He'll make a fine hero. If his quirk doesn't kill him first.”

“He's tough and smarter than I when I first received One for All. He'll get the hang of it.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about it.”

River stared off into the distance.

“I sure hope so.”

Things were so much simpler back then......I still wonder if I would've had the courage to kept going if I had knew what lay ahead.....

#star vs au #my story

[marcoacesabo]

Reverse Role part 8

For @crispypenguinanchor and @treavellergirl , You motivated me to finish this with your awesome gif and your awesome theories! 

When Sabo awakes, the first thing he could register was nausea running through his body. It’s revolting and nearly suffocating as he whimpers in place. It’s not long before he feels something running up his throat from his rather empty stomach. 

Shifting around he desperately looks for a trash bin to release himself in as the bile gathers in his mouth at an alarming rate. He doesn’t want it to be all over him and have to shower it off again- not with Blackbeard’s eyes burning from the other side of the clear shower door.

It’s during that movement he realizes he is bound to the bed he laid on. He takes a split second to panic- why was he tied down? what had he done to earn this punishment? What was going to happen to him now?- but he didn’t really have a lot of time to processes the information before his mouth exploded open as liquid rushed out. Luckily a bucket conveniently happens to be near his head so he uses it 

The only thing that comes up is acid.

He gags once he was done, chest heaving from the strain he was put under. Tears peak at his eyes as the sensation starts up again much faster than before and he stretches his neck to try and reach the bucket better.

This time the Sabo feels worse as the liquid leaves his mouth, eyes shut tight as the feeling of pain increases. It seems that today was not a good day because it’s not just twice that he does this but four times.

blargh 

A desperate gasp.

Blaaarrgh.

A wet sob.

Blllaarrrghhh.

Finally, finally, he stops as his stomach feels painful empty. It feels like someone carved it clean while a stretchy feeling builds up in the back of his throat. He wishes he could wipe his eyes but his forearms won’t even lift.  He’s weak, pale from what he can see of his hands- Admittedly it’s not much- and he fights the urge to pass out. 

Little specks of darkness edge into his eyesight and the blond makes desperate attempts to not let it overwhelm him. 

Sleeping is bad, he learned this rather quickly in his time as a captive. When he was in his cell it was a little safer, not by much mind you but when he started being Blackbeards’ toy....well there were times where Sabo swore Blackbeard did something to him.

He wasn’t sure what exactly, but the idea of the what if scenarios that bounce around in his head were too terrifying to fall asleep unguarded. So he didn’t sleep past a few hours. 

His body listens to his demand and soon his vision clears even as he starts coughing roughly. Sabo takes a moment to calm down, breathe and recover from his-

The door to the room he is in swings open, causing the blond to tense up automatically. Who was it this time? Doctor Q? Burges?  Laffitte? Blackbeard?! He can’t handle  make himself look good right now, that traitor can’t see him like this or he’ll-

Blue eyes lock with blue and Sabo suddenly remembers what happened to him right before he passed out.

The Town. 

The dizzyness.

Burges sent flying.

Marco and Ace.

Warm arms lifting him up.

He was safe. He had been rescued. 

“Sabo you’re awake. How are you-” Whatever words the new blond was going to say was cut off by Sabo bursting into tears.  Marco crossed the room quickly, warm hand reaching out to touch him but drawing back when the tied up man flinched away from the limb. “Sabo. Shh. It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re on the Moby. Please...Please don’t cry. I swear nothing will happen to you.”

The moby. He’s with his family. He didn’t have to be afraid anymore. So why...why did it feel like everything was too much at once!? He had been strong, fine and okay during the whole ordeal and now when he had confirmed guarantee that he was okay, Sabo felt worse.

The fear tenfold.

The anxiety rocked.

He was being watched. He could feel it. Someone was watching him. Who? What did they want? What should he do? Why were they watching him? Why him? 

He needs to move. But he couldn’t. He was captured. cage like an animal. His limbs were shaking and it hurt it hurt so much make the pain stop. Too much, too much, it was all too much-!

“Sabo!”  Marco’s scream cuts through his haze of panic and the revolutionary blinks back into reality. He almost screams when he realizes how close Marco has gotten.  

The older man’s face is clouded with worry. 

He swallows that urge to shrink away from those eyes- watching, watching always watching- like he’s done many times before. “I’m fine. Sorry, what is it, love?”

He bites his tongue at the last word. He didn’t mean to say that, and it hangs in the air awkwardly. Marco’s eyes are burning with hate, but Sabo can tell it’s not for him even if his heart beats in terror. “Sabo...do...do you know where you are?”

“On the Moby.”

“Do you know which room yoi?”

“In love’s room-” the answer is cut off quickly as Sabo realizes that no, he’s not there.  Usually, that was the correct answer after his dose of whatever drug they feed him but this time was different. Right? 

“Sabo?” 

The blond closes his eyes shaking his head to clear the slight fog that gathers. When he opens them again he takes a slow look around from his limited movement. The ceiling has a nice reddish hue to it, the bed rest is familiar from the times he studied it at night and the sheets- they smell of fire and ocean breeze with a hint of lavender.

Oh.

“I’m in Marco’s room.” He answers voice soft in wonder. The words are so amazing he can’t help but repeat them  “Marco’s room.”

“Yes. You in our room. On our bed. The nurses put you here after you...” Marco seems to struggle with his words. Sabo would have wanted to reach out and help him..but the idea of touching someone didn’t appeal to him right now. 

“...You almost went into a coma. Luckily they managed to save you from it. You have been having withdrawn...and they couldn’t get you to stop hurting yourself even when they tied you down in the medical wing... until they tried putting you here...sorry for the bonds but...it’s safer if they stay for now.” Marco whispers into the air. 

Sabo swallows.  He doesn’t like it. Doesn’t like the idea of being tied up, of being unable to defend himself. But he gets it. It’s for his own good. After all, a while ago he would have bashed his head against the wood above it had Marco not spoken.

Doesn’t mean he likes it though and he want’s to yell at Marco to let him go or beg for the release of them or direct the first commander’s attention else where while he works the locks himself or demands more answers.

Anything then just laying there.

“...I don’t remember that.” He settles on because really it’s the only one that will work. 

Marco nods “It’s not surprising you don’t. Whatever they had you on...it was really strong yoi.”

Sabo doesn’t have to ask how strong, he knows from first-hand experience. “What was it? That they gave me?”

Here the older man hesitates, and the blond feels the panic rise in his chest. Shit had he said something wrong? He needed to get Marco back into a good mood before he took it out on Sabo-

The door opens again and this time Ace steps though. His eyes land on Sabo’s aware one before they light up “Sabo! Oh thanks to the Sea, you're awake!”

Ace.

Ace can't see him weak. 

No. Not Ace. He’ll blame himself for it. 

Sabo regathered himself, grabbing the cheerful mask he wore for the past weeks with practiced ease and slapping it onto his face. He retracts his emotions away from the front until he is relaxed and ready to behave like someone else.

Like someone who is happy and content where he is.

“Hi, Ace.” He whispers smiling softly. The raven haired man is smiling back too but Marco- Marco isn’t. Marco is glaring hard at the ground like it had tried to take Pops’ head and succeeded.  

“We don’t know.” The words cut off whatever Ace was going to say and they both swing their head to the oldest man. Sabo notes how tense and angry he seems “We have no idea what it was. Whisky thinks it may have been created from a drug found in the North Blue but nothing matches the tests that were done yoi.”

“....How long was I on it?” Sabo asks smile twitching in place as it struggles to stay. His cheeks feel odd, like his face is made of plastic but he doesn’t let the smile drop.

“Two months. Luckily it seems that they only gave it to you rarely and not during the whole eight months you were-”

“Eight months?” Sabo twitches. That...that was longer than he thought. Was he really been kidnapped for eight months? Wow. felt like much less. Ha. 

“Sabo?” Ace’s voice sounds hesitate and...maybe scared. Which is ironic because Sabo felt terrified right now and yet he’s voice was a lot more cheerful. 

Blackbeard would be pleased to hear that tone-

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

His mask is crumbling.

 Sabo had to do something, quick, anything to stop his mind from jumping back. Answers. He needs more answers. But not of that time. No, he needs-

Sabo isn’t sure. For once in his life, he’s not sure what will make him happy. Crap. He can’t breathe. The room is suffocating. 

Help.

 Someone.

Anyone.

Help him.

“Eight months sucks.” He breathes mask holding true even as both of the other men tense. It’s fine. He’s fine.  “Blackbeard smelled bad.” 

No one says anything. The room is heavy with tension. Sabo fights the urge to run his nails on his arms, because that all he wants to do right now. They itch, he inches, and phantom pain is starting up in his left leg. 

No. No. No. No. Pain. Stop. Make it stop.

Sabo is fine. He is in control. Nothing to worry about.

“Sabo.. Sabo please listen there is something I have to tell you.” The words pull him back and his wild eyes meet Marco stern and worried ones. Marco.

 Marco is safe meaning the tied up blond is safe. 

Is Ace still here? He can’t tell.He can’t look away from those mesmerizing eyes.

“What is it?” He asks his own voice sounding far away. Was he even in his body anymore? He’s getting sleepy...was he floating right now? Where was his body? Should he go back to it?

“Sabo. I will do everything I can to help you through this...because I love you.” the words are hard to hear, he too busy looking for the sensation of his limbs. “I love you so much. I have for years. Please stay with us...please Sabo answer me yoi.”

Marco is staring into Sabo’s glaze over blue eyes feeling his own fill with tears. He wasn’t reacting again...Sea dammit, why hadn’t they found him sooner?!

Why did they allow Blackbeard to do this to such a wonderful man? Why hadn’t Marco saved him!?

He want’s to touch him, to reach out and fix all the problems that those eight months had caused but he remembers the way Sabo had reacted before. 

The nurses warned him. They knew that the trauma would make it difficult to get close to the smaller blond. But seeing it is different than being told of it.

Not to mention that smile...it looked so wrong. So devoid of what made him fall in love with the brat and he hates it. He hates it all so much. He wants to break something anything to make this burning hate disappear. 

“You...love Sabo?” The blond jerks around surprised to see Ace still standing there with a very guarded blank look. He completely forgot about him...

“Yes...but that doesn’t matter, not right now. Go get Whisky. Tell her to come quick.”  Marco sighs turning his back on the youth. Sabo needs him to push aside his emotions right now and help him. 

For a second he forgot that fact as the stress of seeing the love of his life reduced to this state nearly overwhelmed him but he is a Whitebeard first before a man.

Sabo is part of the crew no matter how unofficial it may be and he needs to keep himself in cheek until Sabo is well enough to answer his feelings. After all, 

Sabo’s mental health is the only thing that matters right now. 

Ace hesitates but eventually, he leaves to do as he is told, throwing one longing look back to the bed before he disappears down the hall. 

#MarcoAceSabo #Reverse roles Au #Angst #Panic attacks #trauma #out-of-body experience #withdraws #I feel like this needs more warning tags but idk. #Please let me know if I should add any #Welp have some pain

[starcogalaxy]

Wholesome Week 2 Day 2 ~ "Fifteen"

@wholesome-week

“Marco…,” rang a whisper, which was left unresponsive.

“Marco…!” the voice once more attempted. Still, there remained no answer but a toss of shoulders on a bed.

Growing impatient, the voice hissed, “MARCO DIAZ!”.

A pair of eyes shot open, looking straight above, leading to a scream.

Third time’s a charm, the voice’s owner thought. “Star?! What the heck are you doing?!” Marco had come to find Star standing right above his bed, hanging upside down, calling his name.

“C'mon, Marco! Don’t you know what today is?”

“Yeah! The day you almost scared me to death! You can’t just hang over someone’s bed and then scare them awake!”

“Psh, you’re fine! The one who should really be offended is me!”

“Star, you’re making no sense.”

Star hopped onto the floor and stood upright. She stared at Marco blankly, not making a sound.

He returned her look, until what Star had meant dawned upon him. He hopped out of his bed. “Oh my gosh. It’s our one-year friendship-iversary!”

Star smiled. “And?”

“…and the first time we fought Ludo?”

“Annd??”

“…a year since you set your kingdom on fire?”

“Besides that!”

“Oh, oh! I’ve got it now! It’s been a year that you’ve had your wand!”

Star smacked her head, then shook Marco. “It’s my fifteenth birthday!”

The boy’s eyes widened, then both of their smiles, too.

Suddenly, Star yelled, “Super confetti blast!”, and confetti showered the room, both teenagers bursting out with giggles and excitement.

“This is awesome! We have so much to celebrate… and do you know what this means?”

“I’m a year older than I was last year?”

“Fifteen birthday punches!” Marco began to chase Star across his room, as she had immediately began to run.

“No! No! Marco! No birthday punches!” She stopped firmly in her tracks, watching his every move.

He mirrored this behavior, arousing suspicions within her. Finally, he lifted both of his hands in the air in surrender. “Alright, alright- no birthday punches…”

“Good.”

“…just birthday tickles!”

Almost immediately, Star was on the ground, laughing hysterically. She quickly reached for her wand, pointed at Marco, and commanded, “Makeup blast!”, stopping him instantaneously.

He look in the mirror and groaned. His face looked like ‘Princess Marco’ all over again. “Great,” he laughed, following with a groan, “now I have to go clean my face.”

As, Marco left to the bathroom, Star received a call from her mother on her mirror.

“Star? Hello, Star- I need you to come to the castle today.”

“Gee, thanks, mom. I’m having a wonderful birthday so far.” Star muttered, sarcastically.

“I know it’s your birthday, but since you are now fifteen, we must celebrate with dinner, alongside the royal families of the other kingdoms. You do realize you are coming of age to find a husband?”

“Ugh, mom, I don’t want to sit around sipping tea and being proper with the other royals, and I most certainly am not planning on finding a husband.”

“Star, you must come-” Star ended the call midway in her mother’s sentence.

Coming out of the bathroom, Marco asked, “What was that all about?”

“My mom wants me to go to some stupid royal birthday dinner. Looks like we’re going to Mewni.” Before giving Marco the opportunity to have his output heard, Star quickly grabbed his dimensional scissors and opened a portal to the Butterfly Castle, dragging him inside.

“Hello, my not-so-little girl!” King Butterfly announced. “Hello, Marco!”

“Hey, dad!” she hugged her father.

“Ah, Star, I see you’ve followed my directions for once,” her mother said, arriving in the throne room where they stood.

“Now, why is it you request me here so early?”

“Honey, it’s your birthday! You must prepare for tonight’s dinner; you must 'wow’ the other kingdoms,” her father replied.

“Ugh, let’s get this done and over with. What are we doing?”

“Well, the servants shall make you look your best; they will do your hair, makeup, nails, and dress you… and, Star, you will wear your crown,” Queen Butterfly demanded. The young girl groaned.

“That sounds… constricting.” Marco whispered to Star, feeling sorry that as royalty, her parents limited her independence.

“Marco,” the Queen began. “Since Star has brought you here with us, you must also look proper for tonight’s dinner.”

“Uh, okay, thanks,” the boy answered, unsure of what his response should’ve been.

The Queen then waved her hand, commencing the servants’ preparation of each teenager for the night’s dinner. Being separated from one another, Marco’s attention lasted for two hours, while Star’s, five. While putting the finishing touches on her outfit, Marco knocked on Star’s door.

“Come in!”

Marco opened the door and entered the room. Star was hidden behind a screen which her mirror had converted into, just as she did when she prepared for the Blood Moon ball.

“Hey, Star. Almost ready?”

“Yeah, I just think my outfit is missing something.”

“Well, I know this is going to sound corny, but I think you’ll shine just like the star you are.”

“Aw, thanks- wait, that’s it! I know what I’m missing!”

“…You’re welcome?”

“Thanks. Now, super glitter blast!” A blast of glitter emerged from behind the screen, covering Star’s dress exactly the way she’d planned. “…And now, for the finishing piece.” Star pointed her wand toward her head, and finally, her crown appeared in her hair, but with a nice, personal touch: a few flowers and her horn headband.

“Alright, now I’m ready.” As Star stepped out from behind the screen, Marco looked up in full focus.

Star wore a matte satin, red ballgown with an off-shoulder neckline, and that made contact with the ground. The top of her gown was covered in roses, and the bottom of her dress shimmered like the stars in the night sky. She wore her hair in a loose half-up half-down curled style, with the crown and horns in the front to top it off. Her pink wings had grown over time, and shown in the back. With golden heels and earrings, she’d surely be the center of attention at the dinner.

Marco was left awestruck, and, without thought, he said, “You’re beautiful. I-I meant- it’s just- you look beautiful. Not beautiful- but pretty– not that you’re not beautiful but- ugh! You know.” He blushed and turned his head in the awkwardness and his panic.

Star’s face turned red as well. “Thank you, Marco. You look super handsome too…”

They stood in silence for a few moments, until Marco began to lean in closer to her, almost making contact with her until-

Moon Butterfly burst into the room. “Marco, I would like you to escort my daughter to the …Great Hall for dinner with the other royals within the next few minutes.” She then shut the door and left the pair in their awkwardness.

“So… I guess I should start 'escorting’ you to the Grand Hall?”

“Marco?”

“Star?”

“I’m glad I have you as such an amazing best friend.”

“Me too. I know I’ve said this, but you’re the best girl a guy could ever ask for.”

They took another moment to smile and stare at one another until Marco said, “Now, are you ready to go?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she admitted.

Grabbing onto her hand, Marco led Star through the halls, then stopping in front of a huge door.

“Marco, this isn’t the grand hall. It’s the ballroom!”

“Well, I’ve never really been in this castle before. Why don’t we check it out anyway, maybe you could give me a mini-tour?”

“That’d be great.” Star pushed open the door, still with her smile.

“Surprise!” yelled a crowd of people within the room. In the group stood Star’s friends and the people she cared about most, excluding Marco: her mother and father, Mr. and Mrs. Diaz, Ponyhead, Alfonso and Ferguson, Janna, Kelly, Starfan13, surprisingly, Tom, and many others. Many, many tables and decorations filled the room. A DJ occupied a corner of the room. Space had been left for the dance floor in the middle of the room. Long tables with rows of food had lines of people waiting behind it. The most important people in Star’s life occupied a single table, sitting in pairs of girls and guys; someone had paired Janna with Tom. One small table held a huge cake, reading 'Feliz Quinceanera, Star!“ A single spotlight shone on her.

"Marco- I don’t understand. The dinner? The royal families? My mother? Having to get ready for such a long time? What is all of this? Who did this?”

“It was all a set up. This is a Quinceanera, a special traditional party for a girl who is turning fifteen. I thought you deserved it, so I let everyone in on the surprise. There was never any royal dinner, we just needed an excuse to get you ready for the party. What do you think?”

“I think this is amazing! You did all of this for me?”

“I had help, and for a girl as special as you, I’d do anything.”

This time, it was Star who went in for a kiss with Marco, and it was this time she got it. The crowd cheered and whistled, and after a quick flush of cheeks, Star pulled Marco over to the cake table. Flashing her wand, Star made another cake appear next to the birthday cake, the new one saying 'Happy Friendship-iversary Star and Marco!’

The music played, and everyone was in much excitement. As Star sat, Marco sat beside her. “Remember the Blood Moon Ball?” he reminisced.

“Haha, yeah. According to legend, our souls were bonded that day. I hadn’t even known I was dancing with you. You have quite the moves, Marco Diaz.”

“Well, would you like to put the legend to the test?”

“How would we do that?”

“Would you like to dance with me?”

Amused, Star accepted the request she’d been awaiting, being led to the dance floor. “I thought you’d never ask. Now show me what you’ve got!”

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Author’s note: Thank you to whoever actually read this far! This is my first Starco one-shot ff, and I really had fun with this, so I hope you enjoyed it too! (Btw I’m sorry it’s long, guys)

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[uncrasimaticbore]

The Princess Comes to Earth

The Princess Comes to Earth

This is it! Star thought as she walked towards the throne room, flanked on either side by guards. It was her 14th birthday, and as per tradition, today was the day she would receive the family’s wand, a very powerful artifact. As she entered the room, the guards on either side of the aisle stood to attention her guards followed her, stopping at the bottom of the steps before the thrones of the king and queen. Star slowly walked up the steps toward her parents who were both standing in front of their thrones and smiling reassuringly toward her. Once she reached the top, her mother spoke. “Star Butterfly, do you promise to keep the wand safe from those who would use it for personal gain, as well as yourself.”

“I do,” Star replied.

“Then I, Moon Butterfly, Queen of Mewni, relinquish the wand into your care.” The queen handed her the wand and a bright light enveloped it as it changed, which didn’t phase Star at all, as she knew this would happen. After the light faded, her mother’s wand was gone, and in its place was Star’s. It was a light purple rod, topped with a sphere of the same color, though blue in the middle with wings on either side, and in the very center was a star shaped crystal. Fitting. Star thought. She turned around and held the wand high above her head and the guards all knelt before her. Her parents stood beside her and her mother spoke. “All hail, Star Butterfly. Future Queen of-”

Suddenly the doors burst opened, and a group of monsters entered the room.“Not so fast, Princess!” a voice said as a small bird-like creature emerged from the crowd, wearing a green cloak and a skull on his head almost like a crown.

    “Ludo! How did you get in here?” Queen Butterfly asked.

    “I have my ways,” Ludo smirked and turned to his forces. “NOW BRING ME THAT WAND!”

    Queen Butterfly jumped in front of her family and dropped into a fighting stance, almost reflexively reaching to grab her wand from her belt, only to find it wasn’t there. She was almost trampled until she gave a hard uppercut to the first monster, causing the others to fall down like dominoes. She turned to her husband and daughter, “Go, I’ll hold them off.”

    “Mom?”

    The king grabbed his daughter’s arm. “We need to leave.”     “But-”

    “There’s no time.” The king pulled his daughter’s arm as they fled. Star, still looking back, saw her mother flash a reassuring smile before she was dog piled by monsters.

    They kept running until they reached the king’s study and barricaded the door.

    “You’re mother should be back in about five minutes, but just in case, we need to get you out of here, at least temporarily,” the king said. He started grabbing things from his desk and threw them into a bag handed it to Star.

    “Take these.”

    “What are they?” She reached into the bag, pulled one of the objects out and examined it. It was a  small card with a picture of her on it and said in a strange language, Echo Creek Academy.

    “You’re mother and I were going to send you to a safer dimension so you could practice your magic in peace. We’ve already made all the proper arrangements and were going to send you tomorrow, but the attack expedited matters. You should have a map of the town, your school ID, and the address of where you’ll be staying. I’ve already met the family, the Diaz's  and they’re quite nice.” He grabbed his dimensional scissors cut open a portal that was a bright blue.

    “Now hurry!”

Star was about to step into the portal and looked back at her father for what could possibly be the last time. “Goodbye, dad.”

“Goodbye, Star.”

“Goodbye, Mewni.” Star sighed as she stepped through the portal.

When she was through she was outside of a large building. There was a sign in front that read, in the same language as the card, “Echo Creek Academy: Home of the Awesome Opossums” with a statue of a strange creature next to it.

“This appears to be the right place.” Star sighed and walked in.

She started wandering aimlessly around the hallways until she came across a short balding man with glasses and went up to him. “Pardon me sir, but I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of the headmaster’s office?”

The man laughed. “ That would be me, and it’s actually principal. Principal Skeeves. You must be our new exchange student. Comet, was it?”

“Star, actually.”

“Oh, sorry, I get names confused sometimes. We weren’t expecting you until tomorrow, but it’s fine. Are your parents with you, by any chance?”

“No, something came up. That’s why I came early like I did.”

“It’s okay, things happen when you're royalty. Well, Star, follow me to my office and I’ll help you get situated.”

As they walked towards the office, the bell rang and students started filling the halls. One, in a red hoodie, started spray painting something on the side of a wall.

“Marco Diaz! Come with me to my office immediately!”

Diaz?!  That meant… Star thought.

The boy let out a moan in protest. “Ffffffffffine.” He turns around and Star can see his face. He clearly hadn't shaven in a while, and had a bandage on the right side of his face. His hair was all sticking up in the front. Then Star sees his eyes. They were like pools of dark chocolate, and just as bitter, with eyeliner around them. Star didn't particularly like chocolate, especially dark, but there was something odd about this boy.

Marco turned around, caught in the act, yet again, and saw what looked like an angel. She had long soft looking blonde hair that went down to her knees, and a dress like one princesses wore. She had hearts on her cheeks for some reason, and a headband with bows in it. Then Marco saw her eyes. Bright baby blue, and just as innocent. Marco hated innocence, and princesses, and angels, and blue, for that matter, he was more into red, but there was something off about this girl.

    As they walked the all too familiar route, the girl turned to him and held out her hand.

    “I’m Star Butterfly. I’m the new exchange student.”

    Exchange student?! That meant....

    Marco scoffed. “What kind of name is that?”

    “A royal one. What kind of name is Diaz?”

    “A common one.” So she is a princess. Marco thought.

    Oh thank goodness. Star thought.

They reached the principal’s office and went inside.

“Well,” Skeeves began, “This is actually pretty convenient, I was going to have our best student show you around but, unfortunately, Mr. Greeson is home sick with food poisoning.” He glared at Marco. “So it looks like Mr. Diaz here is going to have to show you around instead.”

“What?! I did not agree to this!” Marco retorted.

“Well, once you're done you can go home, seeing as how you're now suspended for vandalism.”

“Ugh! Fine! Let's go, Your Worshipfulness.”

“It’s ’Your Highness’, thank you very much.” the princess replied as they walked out.

“And right there's the gym, where my favorite class is.” Marco said as the tour went on.

“You have a whole class period dedicated to physical activity? That's… interesting.”

“What? Are you afraid you’ll break a nail?”

“Quite the contrary, I just thought that it would make more sense for people to do so on there own time.”

    “Well, some do, some don't. I always try to get plenty of exercise, myself.” Marco said as he flexed and Star rolled her eyes and smirked.

“Is that so?”

Suddenly there was a flash of light and a strange giant moth creature appeared and let out a deafening shriek.

“Stand back, princess.” Marco said, dropping into a fighting stance ready to whoop some rear, but the creature simply flew away.

“What was that?”

“What? Are you telling me that your daily workout regiment doesn’t involve fighting monsters?” Star asked.

“But how did you…?”

“I don’t think you would understand.”

“Tell me.”

“Well, you see, I’m a magical princess from another dimension.”

“Right… And that brings us to the end of our tour. I’m going to go home now and take a nice long cold shower.” Marco turned around and took off running

Star yelled. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Diaz!” Some people are just so rude. She opened the bag and dug through to find the map of the town with the school and the Diaz residence circled on it. “I suppose it’s time to start walking.” And so, Star Butterfly began her journey to her new home.

Marco, instead of going home, knowing he still had a few hours until he had to, decided to hit the mall for a bit to meet up with some friends in the food court. All he had to do to find them was follow the trail of dropped french fries and disgusted girls. When he reached the end, he saw them and walked over to them. “Alfonzo! Ferguson! What’s up?”

One of them, a slightly overweight ginger looked up and smirked. “What took you so long?”

“Sorry, Ferg, I had to play tour guide due to poor old Oskar getting sick.”

“Don’t worry about it. So, you’re suspended tomorrow just like we planned, right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think my parents will let me leave the house. Remember when we tried this last time?”

“Fair enough, I can always get someone else to do it if you’re too chicken.”

“It’s not just that, Ferg, the person I had to tour around was the new exchange student.”

“So?”

“You know my parents, they always take these kids in, so that means she’ll be settling in tomorrow. And, you’re probably going to think I’m crazy, but, she’s apparently some magic alien princess or something who fights monsters daily.”

“Y’know, you could just say you didn’t want to do it.”

“You know what, we came this far. Let’s do it tonight.” Marco looked at his watch. “Ah shoot, I gotta go. If I’m late again my parents will literally kill me.”

Ferguson handed him a small device. “This should have all you need, let’s plan for around nine?”

“Godspeed, Marco.” the other boy at the table said.

“Thanks Alfonzo.” Marco said as he ran off.

It was almost sunset when Star reached the house that matched the address on her map. It was two stories, but seemed a little small to Star. She got a feeling that she was being watched and looked around. Seeing nothing, she double checked the address, not wanting an awkward encounter, and knocked on the door. It opened with a tall burly man on the other side who looked skeptically at Star. “You know, Halloween isn’t for another couple months.”

“I’m Star Butterfly, the exchange student. Is this the Diaz residence, by any chance?”

The man smiled brightly. “Why, yes it is. Come in, come in. Make yourself at home.”

He ran over to the stairs. “Angie!” Mr. Diaz yelled. “The princess is here!”

“Already? I’ll prepare her room while you stall.” a voice yelled back.

Star made her way over to the living room and sat down on a green couch as Mr. Diaz entered and held out his hand. “Pleasure to finally meet you, Star. We weren’t planning on you arriving so soon. How are you parents?”

“They’re fine. Something came up so they couldn’t be here.”

“That’s a shame, they’re very nice people. So, you’re in our son’s class, right? He’s a little rough around the edges, but he’s a good kid. You’d be a good influence on him.”

“I don’t believe I’ve met him yet.” That doesn’t sound like the Diaz I met.

“Really? Well, he should be home soon. I hope you two become great friends.” Nevermind.

A woman came down the stairs and smiled at Star. “Hi Star. I’m Mrs. Diaz, your room’s already been prepared, but if you’d like, you can wait until Marco gets home and we can get you introduced.”

“That would be lovely, Mrs. Diaz.”

“Great!” Mrs. Diaz said as the door opened. “I think that’s him right now.” The Diaz’s went to the door to greet their son.

“Hey, mom and dad.”

“We have a little surprise for you.” Mr Diaz said.

    Marco smirked. “Really? Whatever could it be?”

    Mrs. Diaz beamed. “Well, you know how we always take in foreign exchange students.”

    Marco frowned. “You didn’t.”

    “We sure did! Come here Star.” Star got up and walked towards them. “Star, this is our son Marco. Marco, this is Star Butterfly. She’s a-

“Magical princess from another dimension,” Marco interrupted.  “Yeah, I know. I had to show her around school today.”

“Well, I’m glad you two have already met, then you can show her her room.”

Marco started up the stairs. “Let’s go, your highness.”

“Aw, you remembered. How sweet.” Star smirked as she followed Marco up the stairs.

Outside, hiding in a tree, a humanoid frog creature watched what had transpired. He chuckled to himself and pulled out a pair of dimensional scissors. He cut open a portal and stepped through to enter his master’s throne room, his throne facing away from him. He saluted his master and croaked before giving his report. “Ludo, master, I've tracked down Star Butterfly. They've hidden her in the Earth dimension. Unguarded.”

“Excellent. I knew they couldn’t hide that brat from me forever.” Ludo turned around, sitting on top of several pillows, due to not being big enough to sit in his father’s old throne. “Soon the wand shall be mine. And then, the universe. And then… Actually, I think the universe will be plenty.” He then began laughing maniacally.

“And here’s your room.” Marco said as he opened the door to the Star’s room. It was very small and had several large pieces of luggage inside and a bed.

“I think I can work with this.” Star said. She began looking through one of the suitcases and dug out a giant book and flipped through it and stopped on a page. “Here we are. SPARKLE GLITTER BOMB EXPAND!” Suddenly, the wood on the walls turned to stone and what looked like a castle tower grew out of the side of the house.

“Okay, I’m going to let you get situated. I’ll be in my room for the next couple hours. Please, if you value your life, knock.”

When Marco got to his room, he closed the door tightly, turned on his laptop, and plugged in the device Ferguson gave him. It was just about nine. Alright. Let’s do this.

After unpacking all of her things and organizing them, Star looked at the time. It was almost one in the morning. Thank goodness I don’t need to go in. She realized she was hungry and decided to go get a snack, thinking the Diaz’s wouldn’t mind. As she walked past Marco’s room, she noticed a faint glow coming from inside and heard strange noises she believed to be Marco. She knocked on the door and waited for a few seconds. She slowly opened the door and crept in. She could here him muttering while he was almost hunched over a computer, wearing headphones, and she could barely see what was on it, but as she got closer until she was right behind him, she realized what it was and quietly gasped. On the bottom of the screen, in the middle was what looked like some kind of wizard in some weird dungeon. Away from the wizard were two elves and a dwarf all swarming around a giant monster. The characters had names above the, the elves being named Lbow-Greese and Jayco, and the dwarf was Ferg-the-win. As soon as the monster died, she could hear three voices come from the headphones as Marco leaned back and accidentally elbowed her.

“YAH- Wait a minute guys.” Marco said as he took of his headphones and turned around. When he saw Star, his eyes went wide with fear, then he gave her a death glare. “Don’t tell anyone. Got it?”     Star simply laughed. “What, that the school’s biggest bad boy is actually a nerd?”

Marco’s face went red and he ran out of the room.

Star grabbed his headset and put it on. “Hello, this is Star, Marco’s new roommate. He just left. I’m going to collect his loot for him and I will be out of here shortly.”

“He’ll probably be at the convenience store down the street, north. You should go talk to him.” a girl said over the headset.

“Thank you. How do you know this?”

“Oh, I know a lot of things about Marco. The name’s Jackie, by the way.”

“Well, thank you, Jackie.” Star got the loot, logged Marco out, turned off his computer, and headed north.

Star reached a small building and, seeing Marco standing out front, approached him. Marco sighed. “Here to make fun of me?”

“Quite the contrary, actually, I’m just worried about you and so is your girlfriend.”

“Who?”

“Jackie, I thought you two were.”

“Naw, she’s just obsessed with me, and though I’m flattered, I don’t really feel the same way. She knows, and is a vital member of my guild, so I keep her around.” Star found that a relief... for some reason. Why?

“Look, I’m sorry about spying on you. I won’t tell anyone about your little secret. Promise. I just can’t leave you like this.”

“Ok, I was actually going to come back in a few minutes anyways. Thanks for… coming.” Marco stopped as he saw something behind Star. It looked like some sort of dark portal from which several monsters emerged, led by a small bird like creature with some weird skull crown.

“Ludo! How did you find me?” Star asked the creature.

“Oh, come on, Princess, we’ve already been through this. I have my ways.” Ludo turned to his henchmen. “You know the drill, boys, get me that wand.

Marco instinctively pushed Star behind him and dropped into a fighting stance. “Stand back, princess.”

“Thank you, but I can take care of myself.” Star said, standing beside Marco, getting into a fighting stance herself. This is not the same girl I met this morning. Marco thought

“I thought you said she was unguarded!” Ludo asked what looked like a giant frog.

“I did not know he was protection.” the frog replied.

The monsters all charged. Marco and Star looked at each other and Star could have sworn she saw Marco give her an actual smile, not a smirk. They looked at the oncoming monsters and took them on.

    After an intense battle, thanks to Marco’s boxing skills and Star’s magic, the monsters and narwhals were strewn about the parking lot. Star walked up to Ludo, who was somehow unscathed by the fight and smirked at him, tossing her wand in her hands. “Did you really think that would work?”

Ludo sighed, “It almost did.” He pulled out a pair of dimensional scissors to open a portal and called out to his cronies, “Come on boys, let’s go home.” All of the monsters got up and started walking towards the portal. “This is what happens when you don’t work out!” Ludo complained. “You’re muscles turn to jelly!” The last to enter before Ludo was the giant frog who was still hallucinating, thanks to one of Star’s spells. Ludo then entered the portal, poking his head out. “I’ll get you next time Star Butterfly! Mark my words, I will have my reven-” Ludo was cut off due to the portal closing around his throat, but he eventually squeezed his head through to the other side.

“That was awesome!” Marco shouted and went up and hugged Star. “I was awesome! You were...” Marco stopped himself and backed away, blushing. “You were okay, I guess.”

Star smiled at him. “We do make a fairly formidable team. I suppose I wouldn’t mind having you around.”

Marco smiled back. “Let’s go home then. I make some mean nachos.”

“I’ve never had those before. I suppose it’s time to try some earth cuisine.”

The two laughed and headed home.

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Tom Vs The Forces Of Evil (Au), Chapter 1

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Hilariously enough i posted an image today with this au for Tomco week!!

Pretend this is my bonus submission for it XD

Also, yay!! New multichapter fic by me!!

Let’s hope it goes well...

Marco still remembered the day he first met Tom. I mean, it's kinda hard to forget the first day you got to meet your new roommate, especially when he's an alien prince. He was called to meet the principle, just some normal boring day, when Principle Skeeves took him outside to introduce him to someone. Marco couldn't help but feel a bit angry, hoping more that it would've been him being seen as more of a "Bad-Boy" or at most being praised for his effort in class. No, he got called up to meet a new kid. He was grumpily dragged to the Principle's office door and was told to wait outside, Marco sighed and leaned against the wall....what was he? A Tour guide? He knew he was considered the Safekid of the school, but that didn't mean he had to drag every new student around these halls to tell them where everything was

As he wondered where this kid would be from the door opened and the Principle walked out with a boy behind him, and the first thing Marco noticed is that he didn't quite seem normal. For one, he had these marks on his cheeks...upside down triangles, and his wardrobe was weird, he was wearing a roundish pale purple hat with horns on it's sides and an eye on it, a red shirt with a star in the center, one single armband on his right arm, a spiked belt, and some plain jeans and boots. Marco wasn't sure to call him edgy, or just plain weird. The new kid looked at him oddly, he had pink hair and red eyes that went along well with his strange color scheme, his eyes were even the same color as the eye on his hat! Marco could feel him judging him, but the boy didn't say anything and continued to examine him. Principle Skeeves spoke up, " This is...Tom..Tom..Butterfly?" Tom nodded. The man continued, " He's from some kingdom called Mewni, and he's our newest student....I hear he's a bit of a trouble maker, so i figured who better to look after him than our very own safe kid!!". The principle smiled proudly, pushing Marco towards Tom. Marco grumbled some more, muttering to himself as to not make a fool of himself in front of the new kid, " I'm a misunderstood badboy.." "Aww come now...you're adorable..." The Principle said, overhearing him, "Just give him a tour of the school and keep him out of trouble..". And with that he walked of leaving Marco with he newest addition to their school, or at least he thought he did, because when Marco turned around Tom was gone. "Tom?" Them he heard some angry noises coming from down another hallway, and it didn't take him long to find the boy angry trying to attack the water fountain, "WHAT THE HECK IS THIS STUPID THING???!!". In his rage he pulled out what looked like a toy wand and pointed it at the fountain. Marco at first thought, just assumed he might be crazy, until he saw the wand light up, a green aura that could only mean trouble. "HEY!!", Marco ran up to the boy and pulled him away, the wand dimmed down immediately, "What do you think you're doing??!" Tom looked at the human curiously, "This device was trying to shoot water at me!!! I was standing my ground..." Marco gave him a look, "That's a water fountain, it's harmless....". Marco looked at the wand Tom was holding, it was purple and red all over, it had bat wings, small horns, and a be-jeweled pentagram star in the center. "Look....I don't know where Mewni is.....but that's not how you handle things here in echo creek..." Marco placed a hand on Tom's back and lead him down the hall, " Just stay with me, and you won't have to worry about a thing..." "Is that why they call you the Safekid?", Tom asked, he seemed to be much calmer now, making Marco wonder if the strange device only turned green when he was angry. Marco grumbled, "I don't understand why they keep calling me that...". Then he reacted quickly, moving Tom out of the way of glass on the floor and some dangerously open lockers. "Look i get it, i wore a helmet once in the shower...but that was one time..", He sighed, "I'm tough, that title doesn't fit me at all.." "So everyone here kinds calls you that then?" Tom asked as a girl winked and made a sign at him that said "Call Me". Earth was super weird so far, and he didn't hesitate to get a bit closer to Marco out of safety. Marco grumbled, "Yeah, I wish they would stop calling me that.....I'm not safe...frankly I'd be happy to have a little danger in my life..." "Really?" Tom asked, he thought for a moment before pointing his wand and shooting some magic out of it, conjuring a rather large bat-wolf creature in front of Marco. Marco, surprised, jumped back behind Tom as the creature scurried off and chased some kids. "WHAT WAS THAT??!!" He screamed, but Tom look confused. "What? You wanted danger, so I did what you asked....Earth is weird man..." Marco stepped away from Tom, "Who...what are you?". Tom looked at him and sighed, holding out his magic wand, backing up, he magically conjured a multiple array of colorful flames and creatures surrounding him. He smirked at the human, enjoying his reaction that was a mix of amazement and slight fear. "I'm Tom, a magical prince.....from another dimension...", he playfully bowed at Marco, the fire dimmed down behind him, " But honestly that title sounds really corny and kinda lame so just know that I've never been to earth before...your magic seems weird.." Marco was still looking at the boy in shock, not even replying to him and denying the existence of magic, he backed up, "You know what?....forget the tour, you show yourself around....I'm going home.". Tom looked at Marco, almost a bit sad. "Did I do something wrong?" Marco pulled the hood of his hoodie over his head, backing up and away from the new boy, "What? No no...I just think..someone like you, doesn't need someone like me....". Marco didn't try to hide the sarcasm and cruelness behind his voice, between the magic, and the water fountain, this kid was far from the person he wanted to spend the rest of his time with. He'd be lucky to make it home alive. Marco turned to leave, not even facing the strange boy who looked almost as if his world blew up. "Oh well....see you around I suppose?" Tom called after him as Marco kept going. Marco didn't turn around and kept on going. If he was lucky, he wouldn't see that kid again.. - Marco arrived home rather late, he tried to wash Tom out of his mind as best he could by visiting a local Mexican restaurant and meeting up with Alfonso and Ferguson. They weren't exactly "Cool", but at least they were normal, and they weren't likely to blow up the entire school. And he could rant about his day and allow himself to let all that stress out, which he was thankful for. He sighed, at least he was finally home so he could relax. That was, until he opened the door to find his parents talking to a very familiar boy with a horned hat. "MARCO!!", His mother excitably called out to him, "Come meet your new roommate Tom!! He's the new foreign exchange student whose going to be living with us!!!". Tom awkwardly waved to him from between the couple on the couch, "Didn't the principle guy tell you? I kinda need a place to stay while I'm here and since I guess you guys take in all kinds of kids...they figured you'd be perfect.". Marco was still in shock, his brows folded and he crossed his arms. Angie pulled Tom up off the couch and practically presented him to Marco, "Won't it be nice having Tom's feisty personality around the house?" Marco grumbled, "We don't need Tom's feisty personality, this house is crazy enough..." Angie crossed her arms, "Marco, stop being rude, why don't you go help bring Tom's things up to his new room? He should start getting settled in, and i'm sure you two are going to going to be great friends once you get used to each other...". Tom smiled gently at Marco, almost as if he was trying to apologize for earlier. Marco gave him a look, he wasn't eager to have this kid as his friend, not at all. Marco found Tom's bags at the end of the stairs and picked them up, Tom followed after him as they went upstairs. This day was only getting better and better. - "I-I'm really excited to be living here with you...Marco." Tom said, as they reached his bedroom door, "I mean, I'm familiar with earth culture and stuff but I've never really been here before, Mewni kinda used to keep me from doing much traveling..." He laughed awkwardly, "But honestly anything is better then home so I hope this'll be cool and stuff..." Marco finished dragging Tom's things to his door, panting, just how much did this kid need? These bags might as well have been filled with rocks they were so heavy. Tom noticed his pain and picked up one of his bags with ease much to Marco's surprise, "Thanks for helping, i'll take them from here....". He opened the door to the plain old guest room and bit his lip, this was far from a room suited for him. He put his bag down. "Eh, this room is too plain and boring..." He pulled out his wand, making Marco slightly worried, "But I think I might be able to work with this.....RADIENT ROOM TRANSFORM!!". Marco watched in awe as the room expanded into a slight tower sticking out of his house, it had weapons on the walls, band posters all over, strange magic devices, videos games, a ping pong table, and even a nice double bed with flamed sheets. Marco could've sworn he also saw a small cage with a bunny in the corner as well. An edgy room, perfect for Tom, it matched him all too well. Tom smiled to himself, "I've been working on that spell for awhile, good thing it worked this time....otherwise you guys might not have had a roof anymore..." .He smiled bashfully at Marco, "Sorry bout weirding you out with my magic stuff earlier...I didn't know it'd freak you out so much...although I'll admit it was kinda funny.." Marco gave him a look, before pushing him aside to enter the boy's new room, he looked at it in awe. He couldn't deny, he was really impressed. "Man, I wish my room could look like this...", He said aloud. "Really?" Tom asked, eyebrows raised. "Yeah?", Marco said, suddenly embarrassed. Tom grinned, maybe this would impress Marco. Marco felt his stomach drop when he saw Tom start running down the hall towards Marco's bedroom, he chased after him, "Hey, wait-! Don't do anything-". He caught up to Tom, who stopped in his tracks before he did anything to Marco's bedroom, it was like he was frozen in place and unable to move. Marco looked at him like he was crazy, until he realized it looked as if Tom was about to cry. "Tom? Is everything ok?" That's when he noticed the wand lighting up, a green aura taking over and before Marco knew what was happening a green hole erupted inside the boy's room and started to suck everything inside of it, Tom snapped out of his stance immediately and started to panic and hold the door frame. "CLOSE THE DOOR!!", Marco shouted, clinging onto Tom for support. Tom used all his strength to get back into the hallway and close the door, which bizarrely kept the portal from sucking anything else in. Then they saw the green light from under the doorway fade, the portal must have vanished. A panicked Tom turned towards a terrified Marco, "Marco i'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me I ju-" "Save it..", He interrupted. He didn't mean to sound so mean, but he didn't want this, he had enough today. "Look, I don't know where you're from, but I can't live like this...I've gone through countless exchange students in my home and I'm tired of this, my room is gone, and i'm not interested in babysitting another troubled kid who could kill me in an instant...look if you're moving in, i'm moving out..." Marco lashed out before angrily turning away and heading down the stairs. But not before a heartbroken Tom's wand turned green and set a rain cloud upon the human on his way out. Tom looked out the window to see him leave down the street. "Great job Tom....you did it again.." - Marco was wet, no he was soaked. Standing outside of a store, at night, scaring away customers with his enragement. He wasn't even allowed back in to even get a refill on his drink because of the cloud. Ugh, he had to get a new foreign exchange student didn't he? A magic one. It was just his luck to get a dangerous magic child in his home. He sighed, maybe he'd been too cruel to Tom, but between how many times he could've gotten him killed today...Marco tried to tell himself his anger was justified. But then again Tom was the new kid and this was all probably strange to him, he needed to make friends and feel welcomed in this new environment and neither happened since he got here. He felt guilt welt up inside him for yelling at Tom, sigh, maybe he took it too far judging him so soon, he tried to deny his guilt but it was hard not picturing Tom's sad face. He muttered to himself until he heard a voice behind him. "Marco?" Marco turned around to find a familiar pink-haired boy shyly staring at him, Marco was originally going to turn around in anger at him, but his face softened at the sight of how sad he was. Man, now he really felt bad about lashing out at him. "I-I'm sorry Marco.." Tom said, sighing, "Earth was supposed to help me, help me control my emotions so my magic didn't hurt anyone.... and I've already hurt you within one day of being here...". He looked miserable, he took out his wand and got rid of Marco's cloud in an instant, " I'm sorry about your room, I already fixed it and got everything back when you wanna go back home..." Marco wanted to reach out to him, but Tom kept on going. "And...If you really don't want me there it's fine, I understand, It's not exactly the first time..." He awkwardly laughed to himself, "But it's ok, I can just...find another family to take me in I suppose...if you really don't want me there." "Tom..I-" Marco started, before his eyes grew wide. "T-Tom?" "Yeah?" Tom said, expecting Marco to be angry with him, but instead feeling a presence behind him and turned around. Monsters, a good few of them too, in many shapes and sizes. All angry. Tom grumbled, "What? You guys think just because i'm off mewni you can just waltz in here and take my stinking wand?". They got into fighting positions, ready to take out the mewni prince. "Marco stay back I-", Tom said before being cut off by a defensive Marco, who through a few kicks and hits took down one of the monsters. Tom was speechless, "Y-You can fight?" "What? You don't have karate back on your home planet?" , Marco said, smirking and continuing to fight against the group. A Smirking Tom held out his wand, "I've never had anyone fight with me before, this should be fun...just watch yourself safekid.." Tom was also pretty good at fighting on his own, with some hits and kicks, but he was strong with his magic. Shouting out spells that sounded rather silly to Marco, but caused a whole lot of damage to the monsters, giant fiery bats, raining bears, venomous wolfs that came in hoards. Marco couldn't hide his amazement, he was pretty good at magic when he could control himself. Marco helped push some more guys down and soon enough they were starting to retreat, fearing the angry prince and his new sidekick, they escaped through a portal, bruised and terrified. Tom panted, smiling at the human. "Marco, that was amazing, you were amazing..." Tom said in glee. "We were amazing.." Marco corrected, "That was a lot of fun...does this happen to you a lot? Being attacked by monsters and stuff?" Tom shrugged, " Sometimes....it's a long story involving my family and junk, but I should get ready to pack up and head out...". Before he could leave, Marco stood in front of him, "No Tom, look I was being stupid, I Judged you too hard and I should've never lashed out at you....you're in a new environment and you're still learning and I really should've considered your own feelings..." "Yeah but I screwed up, I ruined your room and I scared you.." Tom sighed, " You don't have to-" "Yeah, but i'm still here right?" ,Marco said, "And you managed to fix my room...so, it's ok. You didn't mean to....no hard feelings..ok?". He walked up closer to the boy and smiled, " I know I don't have to, but if you're having trouble with your emotions...maybe i can help? I mean, I know what's like to have trouble making friends and handling things...so maybe I can help make things easier for you around here?" "You'd do that for me?" "Yeah, it's the least I can do if you're going to be my new roommate..", Marco sighed, "Just.... be careful using magic around the house ok?" Tom smiled and pulled Marco in for a hug, "Thank you...you won't regret this, I promise...." It took Marco a second to register that Tom was hugging him, then he hugged him back, smiling. Y'know, maybe this wouldn't be so bad, he could go on exciting adventures, fight monsters, and he could even help someone handle their problems like a psychologist. The separated and Tom grinned, "Sorry, back home I really don't get hugs..." But Marco smiled just as wide, "C'mon...it's been a long day for both of us and we better get back home..." Tom agreed happily. The started walked along the sidewalk, Marco making sure Tom didn't step on anything dangerous or heading into the street. Tomorrow was a new day.

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Wiebe: World Cups changed my life, and in 2026 one happens here - I&#039;m ready

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What a different eight years makes.

In 2010, I was living in Kansas City. I know exactly where I was – The 810 Zone on the Plaza, if you must know – on the morning of December 2 when Qatar was awarded the 2022 World Cup at the United States’ expense. I can still feel the pit in my stomach and the mouthful of proverbial sand that rendered me speechless when Sepp Blatter triumphantly raised the card aloft.

This Wednesday, eight years later, I was in lying in bed when United 2026 brought the world’s biggest sporting event back to North America. My 7-month-old son lay next to me, alternating between jamming the leg of his stuffed giraffe down his gullet, attempting to yank out handfuls of his dad’s hair and bee-lining for the edge of the bed whenever my attention was elsewhere.

I checked my phone and let out a whoop. He looked up, gave me a no-teeth grin and went back to baby business, too young to grasp what Wednesday morning meant, for him and millions of others in Canada, the US and Mexico. I knew then that my own World Cup experience had come full circle.

Best part about #United2026? This guy is gonna be eight years old, same age I was in 1994. Can’t wait to experience the tournament with my son by my side. He’ll be one of the millions of beneficiaries of everything the World Cup will do for our collective soccer culture. pic.twitter.com/sesaeCni9l

— Andrew Wiebe (@andrew_wiebe) June 13, 2018

When the US national team failed in Couva and missed the tournament that will captivate us all for the next month, I mourned the immediate loss, the World Cup that would go on without us, but it was the long-term repercussions stuck with me.

Gone was the opportunity to expose hundreds of millions of prospective fans to the best American soccer could offer. Gone was the opportunity to bring our soccer community, our soccer culture to the forefront of the mainstream conversation. Gone was a golden opportunity to see the game we love make the sort of every-four-years leap that the U.S. had grown accustomed to and took for granted.

Two of those momentous leaps, more than 20 years apart, changed the trajectory of my life.

I remember 1994 in snippets. Sitting alone on my grandparents’ couch as the US played Colombia on a tiny television with aluminum-foil wrapped rabbit ears. Alexi Lalas’ beard. Cobi Jones’ dreadlocks. The way Roberto Baggio’s head fell after he skied his penalty kick in the final.

I’d played soccer since I was 4 years old, first with foam balls on a gym floor at the YMCA then on AYSO teams, complete with halftime orange slices and a can of pop after the game. I went to Wichita Wings games at the Kansas Coliseum with my aunt and grandmother; it was the only professional soccer I knew. The nachos, people watching and postgame autographs stand out more than anything that happened on the field.

After 1994, I knew there was something much bigger that I was missing. There were players and leagues and tournaments happening that simply didn’t penetrate the sports pages and magazines I pored over obsessively.

I begged my parents for Baggio’s signature shoe, indoors so I could wear them to school, and wore the soles off them in a matter of months. Through an Italian youth coach, I learned about Diego Maradona, Johan Cruyff and their signature moves. Until plantar fasciitis wrecked my heels in middle school, soccer was my game of choice.

I remember 2006 more vividly. It was the summer after my freshman year of college. The U.S. didn’t make it out of their group, but the games were still thrilling. I woke up each morning to catch the action, and each afternoon the Internet sent me down rabbit hole after rabbit hole while I was supposed to be working at an internship.

Who was Clint Dempsey? Tomas Rosicky and Jan Koller? Jimmy Conrad? Michael Essien? Zinedine Zidane and Marco Materazzi? Where did these all these players come from? What had I missed in my Midwestern bubble when I decided baseball and soccer couldn’t co-exist? By the time I went back to college, I was spending hours each day reading transfer rumors on Eurosport and watching techno-laden highlight reels. My thirst for information was voracious.

I threw myself into Major League Soccer, too. I paid for FOX Soccer Channel with the little disposable income I earned from the campus bookstore. I bought a pair of crappy cleats, started playing in pickup games and signed up for men’s league. I changed my major from business to journalism and sold the sports editor of The University Daily Kansan on a soccer column.

I stuck with it, got a few big breaks and, a decade later, the game consumes my life, which brings us back to United 2026.

What will the World Cup mean to my son? To the millions of kids who play the game in North America or will in the years to come? To coaches, referees and administrators who spend their weeknights and weekends at the field? To our professional leagues? What will the world’s biggest sporting event do to our soccer culture?

There it is. #WorldCup2026 is coming to North America. By final count of 134-65, #United2026 bid tops #Morocco2026. #worldcup returns to U.S. for first time since picture below was taken. 1994 changed my life, hope 2026 will do same for boys and girls in 🇲🇽 🇨🇦 & 🇺🇸. pic.twitter.com/2H2K5lHxoS

— Sebastian Salazar (@SebiSalazarFUT) June 13, 2018

We don’t yet know, but we have the opportunity of a lifetime, a beacon to guide us as we attempt to right the ship after the failure of the past four years.

Right this second, there’s a 12-year-old somewhere trying to replicate Cristiano Ronaldo’s free kick against Spain. He or she could be the next Christian Pulisic or Mallory Pugh.

Right this second, there’s a youth coach working on tomorrow’s training session. He or she could help develop a player who takes the world by storm.

Right this second, there’s a young professional working on his game when nobody is looking. He’ll be in his prime when the World Cup comes to American soil.

For eight years we will work, so that eight years from now, lives, like mine, will be changed. Our sport will take over the continent, the entire world for that matter, for a month. We will make our own way, build on what’s already been accomplished while rooting out the inefficiencies that hold us back.

What a different eight years will make.

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Remember This Week: Its the Beginning of the End of the NRAs Reign of Terror

Shun the NRA. Shun the assault weapons manufacturers. Shame and vote out the politicians who take their money and do their bidding. Thats the strategy that activists for firearms sanity have finally seized on, after decades of losing to the most bloodthirsty lobby in America.

The rise of the Parkland students, and their #NeverAgain movement following the slaughter of 17 of their classmates and teachers by a 19-year-old former student at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Broward County Florida, presents the most existential threat to the gun lobby in my lifetime. These kids, aged 15 to 18, have spoken more clearly, more forcefully, and more effectively than any activists or politicians, who for decades have pleaded for laws prohibiting the amassing of personal military-style arsenals by American gun fetishists.

What these young people have is special. They are too hurt and shocked and angry to be told to calm down. They are too social-media savvy to be fazed by bots and trolls and insane conspiracy theories. They were born in the post-9/11 age and are too fearless to be made to back down by bullies like the NRAs resident Cruella de Ville Dana Loesch and her fellow travelers on the right. And they can easily spot the BS of a president, who has to hold a palm card to remind him to care when he speaks to them about their terrifying experiences.

And what they are demanding is so rational its impossible to argue against it: an end to the ability of a teenager who cant legally purchase Sudafed, rent a car or buy a beer to obtain a weapon of war, and to turn his anxiety, depression or suicidal thoughts into mass slaughter.

The statistics are damning. Since 1966, when a gunman turned the clock tower at the University of Texas into a snipers nest, killing 17 people before police killed him, 1,077 Americans have been murdered in mass shootings, including 162 children and teenagers. According to The Washington Post, which examined 150 mass killings in which one or more gunmen participated and four or more people died, 167 of the 292 guns used by 153 mass murderers were obtained legally, and only 49 illegally (the sources of the rest are unknown).

The problem is not illegal guns. Its the ones that are perfectly lawful to obtain. And by the way, mass shootings represent a fraction of the overall gun deaths that are unique to America, which lost more than 1.5 million lives to gun homicides and suicides between 1968 and 2015 more than have perished in all the wars America has been involved in combined.

And the gun lobby aims to keep the cash registers ringing. With gun sales on the decline, particularly without the black bogie man President Obama to send the war games in the woods militia ranks soaring, they are constantly looking for new ways to terrify existing gun owners into hoarding even more.

The problem is not illegal guns. Its the ones that are perfectly lawful to obtain.

With each new tragedy the gun lobby pushes for more concealed carry, more open carry, campus carry, guns in bars and churches, preventing bans on guns that are undetectable by metal detectors, legalizing silencers and armor piercing bullets whose purposes is solely human extermination, and arming teachers; all in the name of expanding firearm sales. And they stand firmly in the way of any law that would take weapons of mass death out of the hands of abusers, suspected terrorists, and even the insane.

After a gunman used a Glock 17 and Ruger P89 9mm pistol to shoot 50 people, killing 23 inside Lubys Cafeteria in Killeen, Texas in 1991, both the U.S. House and Democratic Governor Ann Richards fought for measures that would have outlawed the kind of weapons used in the killings. The Texas and national gun lobbies fought back, defeating the measures and replacing them with increased support for concealed carry. Richards vetoed one of the new, bloody bills. Her successor, Gov. George W. Bush, signed it.

After an armed security guard a proverbial good guy with a gun proved powerless to prevent two students from Columbine High School in Colorado from slaughtering 13 of their classmates before killing themselves in 1999, the Denver Posts David Olinger wrote this:

They stashed enough firepower under long black coats and in duffel bags to shoot at hundreds of classmates. Concealed in the coat Dylan Klebold wore to school on April 20 was an assault weapon banned from manufacture in 1994, a crude, menacing pistol made to fire 36 rounds without reloading. Eric Harris brought a new, short-barreled rifle that fired 10 rounds at a clip, the maximum allowed by the assault-weapons law.

Each carried a shotgun, sawed off at both ends to render it half its original length, short enough to hide like a handgun and wield like a Capone-era street sweeper.

All four of these guns had been sold from Colorado gun-show tables in 1998 by private sellers who took no names, required no signature, called nobody for a background check. Robyn Anderson, an 18-year-old Columbine High senior, bought three on a weekend shopping spree with her 17-year-old companions. Klebold and Harris supplied the cash, she the driver's license. The assault weapon, a TEC-DC9, was sold at a different gun show to Mark Manes, a young man who later resold it for $500 to the killers – and then sold them a fresh supply of ammunition on April 19, 1999.

At that time, the question was how to close this gun show loophole." The NRA and its fellow gun lobbyists went to work on politicians fearful of being washed out in the 2000 elections and saw to it that nothing was done.

After another gunman carried four guns including an AR-15 (the assassins weapon of choice) and 6,000 rounds of ammunition and murdered 12 people at a Batman: The Dark Knight Rises screening in Aurora, Colorado in 2012, injuring 70, the NRA made sure nothing was done.

After a gunman killed 32 of his classmates at Virginia Tech in 2007, the NRA made sure nothing was done.

After a teenager slaughtered 20 six- and seven-year-olds and six adults at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut 11 days before Christmas in 2012, the NRA made sure nothing was done.

After a racist gunman murdered nine black parishioners during Bible study inside historic Mother Emmanuel Church in Charleston, South Carolina in June of 2015, the NRA made sure nothing was done.

After the Pulse nightclub shooting in Orlando left 49 young people dead and 58 injured in June 2016, Marco Rubio used the tragedy to launch his reelection campaign, and then he and his fellow Republicans, under the direction of the NRA, made sure nothing was done.

As the young people of an earlier time led their parents and grandparents and an unwilling nation to moral improvement during the Civil Rights Movement of the 1950s and 60s, these children are leading us.

After gunman turned a hotel room on the Vegas strip into a snipers roost like the one in Texas 51 years earlier, raining more than 1,000 rounds of ammunition onto a crowd of country music concertgoers, killing 58 people and wounding a breathtaking 851 more, the NRA made sure nothing was done. When it was revealed that the gunman tricked out his semi-automatic rifles with bump stocks to allow them to fire like machine guns, the NRA opposed outlawing the accessory, even after hinting they might grow a conscience and support a ban.

Indeed, all the NRA and even more extreme lobbying groups like Gun Owners of America have done after each of these tragedies is to push for more guns in more places, more permission for gun owners to kill fellow human beings by ensuring they can get away with it via laws like Stand Your Ground, more extremism allied to right wing media, neo-Confederate lunatics and even Russia, and more blood money in the hands of Republican politicians.

Currently, the NRA is on record opposing restoring 21 the age of majority at this countrys founding as the minimum legal age to buy the kind of assault weapon used to mow down 17 children and teachers at Marjory Stone Douglas High School something that now even the A+ rated governor of Florida, Rick Scott, is calling for. The 21-year-old minimum age to buy a handgun (but notably not a rifle, including an assault rifle) became the law of the land in 1968 following the assassinations of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and Senator Robert Kennedy that year and the murder of President John F. Kennedy five years before. At the time, the NRA which was still primarily a sportsmans organization supported it, as it had supported the public disarming of the Black Panthers in California under the Mulford Act signed into law by then-governor Ronald Reagan in 1967.

Well, the children of Parkland, in 2018, have finally said enough. As the young people of an earlier time led their parents and grandparents and an unwilling nation to moral improvement during the Civil Rights Movement of the 1950s and 60s, these children are leading us. And we are proud to so honorably led.

These children are united and determined. And they can win. Indeed already, the quarantining of the gun lobby has begun.

This week, the mayor pro tem of Dallas invited the NRA to find a new location for their bloody convention, and warned that if they do show up in his city, there will be protests. Governor Scott and Nevada Attorney General Paul Laxalt, both staunch pro-gun Republicans, wont even publicly admit they plan to attend a sign of how toxic the NRA has already become.

The Parkland students have called for a March 24 march on Washington. The march for our lives has already attracted millions of dollars in pledges and support from Hollywood titans like George and Amal Clooney and Oprah Winfrey. The march could put millions of people, young and not-so young, in the streets all over the country. School districts should be warned that punishing students for walking out in support of the movement will only make it stronger.

On Friday, First National Bank of Omaha, the largest privately owned credit card company in the U.S., along with Enterprise, Alamo and National car rental agencies, ended their partnerships with the NRA, which offered discounts and perks to their members.

This is only the beginning.

The forces of rationality finally sense an opening. The gun lobby is weak and cleaving to extremists. The Parkland children are strong and declaring that they no longer want to be a generation practicing active shooter drills and afraid to go to school.

Parents are standing up and refusing to sacrifice their children so the gun lobby can stuff more money into their pockets. Their kids may be too young to vote, but they arent.

And no, we dont want are schools to be armed camps, with the lunch lady and the math teacher expected to be prepared to kill a former student who arrives ready to murder and to die

If our politicians dont have the courage to do what is right, what is moral and what makes sense, by stopping the legal sale of these weapons, the American majority will change the politicians. If Wayne LaPierre doesnt understand that the next generation and the next will be unavailable to him and his vile philosophy, he needs a quick lesson in demographic math. One way or another, the NRA and its extremist ideology are on a path to extinction.

And good riddance to them in advance.

Read more: https://www.thedailybeast.com/remember-this-week-its-the-beginning-of-the-end-of-the-nras-reign-of-terror

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I Remember

I remember the smell of sunlight. I remember the sound of the packing tape being ripped from the cardboard. I remember lining my possessions up along the perimeter of my room. I had never had a room all to myself before. I remember sitting on the floor vent heater before school most mornings, wanting to stay there. I remember the sticky trail of ants from the crack in the floorboard to the pot of honey in the kitchen cupboard. I remember sliding along the hardwood floor in my red socks into the mattress rested up again the wall outside my room. I remember the whole in the kitchen wall hidden behind a calendar. The old wooden floors were lava and I had to jump from couch to couch. I remember falling asleep on the couch and waking up in my bed the next morning. I remember hearing my mom cry through the paper thin walls at night. I remember vacuuming my bedroom. The vacuum always left a bad scent. I remember playing badminton in the front yard. A line of thick string tied from tree to tree was our net. I remember our dog milo sitting on the living room table, watching out the window when I got home from school. I remember the day milo got hit by a car. I felt what it meant to have your heart hurt. I remember when the Christmas tree fell over on Christmas. On Saturdays my brother and I would bike to Safeway and buy chicken wings and seven ups and put it in our backpacks and ride back home with it. I remember constructing a giant Mother’s Day sign with my dad. We erected it on the front yard and left it there for several days. I remember coming home from the hospital and having a strict diet of  freezies and jello and not having to go to school. I remember the time when my brother and I took a serious interest in parkour for a solid week and everything was an obstacle course. The twenty five cent lemonade stands on the front sidewalk on hot summer days. It mostly tasted like lukewarm lemon water. Going to block buster every weekend and renting a new Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen dvd and watching them with my sister under a blanket fort in the basement. Eating cookies and drinking milk from a miniature tea party set with my brother. I remember coming home on Canada Day when we were robbed. The front door was open ajar and there was broken glass on the tile floor below the kitchen window. Our safe had been stolen and we found it empty a week later in a marsh in Port Coquitlam. We moved shortly after. I remember the house I grew up in when I was a kid.

I used to sit on my grandpas lap with my hands on the wheel of a giant green John Deere tractor while he drove it through miles of corn fields. We had corn peeling contest where we would fill a wheelbarrow with corn to see who could do it the fastest between me and my siblings. I never won but my corn were always the most peeled. I remember going up to the hayloft and swinging on the rope while looking for the barn owl. You had to be careful because there were hidden holes in the floor covered by hay. On hot Sunday afternoons we walked down the road to the dairy store for ice cream. Cars flew by, sending my long blonde hair into the air as we sang Christmas songs in the middle of July. I remember the air was thick and hot. We played sardines in the barn at night during winter when it was pitch black out and the only visible light were the stars in the sky. There was snow on the ground and I could feel the cold through the bottom of my thin sneakers nibbling at my toes. Somehow we stayed out till the first peak of dawn and then snuck into our beds. It was the biggest adrenaline rush. The pond was frozen over in the winter and we would slide in our boots across the ice until we had bruises from falling. I would stay at my grandparents house during the summer by myself for a week. My grandma always braided my hair in two long french braids and I wore her apron which was too big for me while we made coco quickies. I remember building a train that went in a circle around their living room. I remember riding in the back of my grandpas truck down rural roads holding their dog millie who had the same birthday as me. I lied in the back of the truck with blankets and watched the stars and wrote in my book, creating stories to be published one day. I remember playing marbles when it was raining outside and my finger stinging afterwards. I used to gather as many vines from the weeping willows as my hands could fit and swing by the river while looking up at the clear blue sky. I used to run through fields of tall wheat grass, I itched my legs until they were red after. I remember when my grandma had a brain aneurysm. I remember spending hours sitting by her bed. When it came to her birthday, we through her a birthday party with cake and presents. The whole day she stared at the wall and didn't speak. She forgot everything and couldn't remember our names. My grandpa had to sell the farm to take better care of her.

We used to drive up to the Okanagan to visit my cousins in the summertime. I loved road trips and accordingly packed extra dvd’s and pillows for the ride. One particular summer I was obsessed with Cast Away and didn't watch anything else for two months straight. We always stopped at the halfway point in Merritt where I got a bag of assorted candies from Bob’s Mini Mart. I remember one time we stopped at a river along the way and brushed our teeth. I had a hot pink suitcase and even though we only stayed for a week at a time I generally packed like it was for six months. My cousins lived on a charming lot abounding with apricot trees which we would pick and eat for breakfast. There was a wired fence running along their property that belonged to a golf course. I remember one warm night we found a hole in the fence and I was the only one small enough to squeeze through. The rest had to make the hole big enough or jump over. I danced with my bare feet in wet grass, running up and rolling down hills. We played marco polo in one of the sand pits, making sure to drag the rake through after to erase our foot prints. There was also a time when we snuck into an empty house’s property at night and swam in their pool. It was freezing cold and lined with a ring of algae along the perimeters. When we opened the door to the house a piercing alarm went off, echoing through the entire valley. I turned around and bolted up the road in my swimsuit and towel, my bare feet slapping against the hard concrete, heart pounding, hair dripping, and my ears ringing. I remember going to the beach in Kelowna. There was a playground on the sand that met the shore at some parts. There was a zip line that went out into the middle of the water. I took hold of the two bars, pushed off the ledge and tucked my knees in. My hair was blown back behind me as I flew down the rope. The cold ocean water shocked my hot skin as I plunged into the deep surrounding water. We rented these huge bikes you could ride in the water and trampolines. My sister and my cousin brought our towels onto the floating trampoline and sunbathed in the middle of the ocean. I remember my mom yelling at me for not wearing any sunscreen. The next day when I looked in the mirror, my scalp was peeling from the burn I attained which I didn't even know was possible at the time. My mom rubbed cool aloe vera gel on my hot shoulders and back. It hurt to move my skin in any direction.

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Nova vs Chapter 18: This is how we do it

Hello everyone, Mr.E here and back! Thank you for everyone who likes, comments and reblogs this story. it means a lot to me

i want to apologize to those who were waiting for this. I took a month off because in all these nearly 2 years of writing (holy snap that’s next month) and the random bouts were i didn’t post, I never actually took a break. but I’m back, refreshed and ready to keep stories for you amazing people.

Here it is, the finale of the current arc thought of by my good friend @marionette-j2x who was kind enough to let me borrow her ocs *Jelina, Mary and Berry with their lord Kim* and let me write out the arc idea she came up with and a special @thefandombytes who helped me with some translations. thanks buddy, I greatly appreciate it! 

This is not the story finale so no worries, there’s still some more nova on the way. Well I am going to simply let the show get on the road cuz I know a few of you waited a long time for this so here we go.

also here’s the link to the ff page in case you want read this from the beginning or stumble upon this randomly https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11773524/1/Nova-Butterfly-vs-the-Forces-of-Adolescence

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There was a deathly silence that filled the air, a stillness that no one seemed to want to break.

Katrina stood defiant in front of the children, hammer still embedded in the ground before the shifting, almost slithering robes of the cultists, their eyes empty and lifeless.

“Do you refuse to yield?” Katrina asked, body tensed with preparation.

She knew their answer already but never hurt to make sure. Royal bodyguard she may be but she was always fair.

The cultists stared at one another, not a single word shared among them but each agreeing with the same course of action.

Together as one, they surged forward, their thick black robes moving as a singular entity and making it seem like the shadows themselves were lunging towards the group.

“Yep” Katrina muttered to herself as she kicked her weapon into her armored gauntlet, lifting the massive object without pause “That's what I thought.”

Katrina leapt into action, swirling and twisting her body around faster and faster until she was a whirling hurricane of righteous fury.

The cultists paused in their charge, sharing a concern look of regret as Katrina crashed into the frozen foes and sending several flying helplessly through the air.

Katrina was relentless in her attack: Her hammer swept droves of enemies off their feet, scattering and breaking their formation with one blow.

The closest cultists jumped onto the armored figure, trying to use their weight to slow the juggernaut but all that managed to achieve was let loose a sigh of annoyance.

Katrina effortlessly gripped a helpless cultist in her hand, rolling her eyes as she threw them as far as she could, an unseen smirking gracing her lips while the sickening crunch of his bones against the solid stones walls filled the room.

However, Katrina was but one warrior among a sea of enemies and no matter how many she held back, she could not stop them all.

Katrina reached for one of the robed figures who managed to slip under her and bolted towards the helpless children but before she could grasp his hood, another one of his comrades slammed his fist against her chest plate. While the attack had done nothing more than broke the attacker's hand, it had startled Katrina enough. Instincts took over and she turned around, instinctively grabbing head of the unlucky cultist and smashing her helmet into him, sending him reeling to the floor.

“Wait, NO!” Katrina cried but the cultists were swarming and Katrina had no time to lament her failure. She thrust her hammer outward, catching an approaching enemy in the stomach before flexing. With one mighty shove, the nearest cultists skidded the floor with an angry Katrina looming over them.

Jack was the first noticed a few of the robed figures heading their way, a small group that manged to break through Katrina's defense.

Jack wobbled to his feet, his body tired and sore from the previous battles. Two transformations a day had drained a lot out of him but he had no choice but to attempt a third.

“What I do for covy....” Jack muttered wearily.

Jack stood up straight, trying to ignore the aches in his body but before he could even take a deep breath, someone gestured at him with a strange hand sign he vaguely remembered.

“Oh crap” Jack managed to get before he sailed through the air, the dark magic taking hold over him and bringing him closer to the figure.

Jack slid across the floor, wincing in pain as he fell a few feet short of the spell caster.

“You suck!” Jack shouted angrily, struggling to get to his feet “Seriously, my lola can do magic better than you and she doesn't understand what a wiccan is!”

The hooded caster made no indication he heard the half demon. Instead, he broke into a sprint, drawing closer and closer to the helpless Jack.

Jack gripped the stone floor rightly, his claws digging into the tile as he tried to will himself up but he felt like there was a massive weight on the back of his head pushing him against the floor.

“Stop struggling, I need a steady surface.”

“YOU!” Jack snarled when he finally noticed Jelina kneeling next to him, one hand held firmly on her massive bazooka and the other square on Jack's head, planting him firmly to the ground.

“I know you don't need my help right now” Jelina explained, a hint of sarcasm hidden in her neutral voice “But could you please stay down? I need to provide covering fire if we are to escape”

“I hate you” Jack muttered quietly as Jelina began unleashing a barrage of missiles into the thickest parts of the horde.

With hand grabbing at the scuff of Jack's collar, Jelina rose to her feet, hoisting the magician in the air like he was some sort of kitten.

“I don't have a lot of ammo so keep up” Jelina told him flatly

Jack struggled, flailing his arms and legs wildly in an attempt to break free of the mechanical maiden's grip “Well put me down and I'll...”

“No time”

and without warning, Jelina broke into a full sprint, the world becoming a blur of colors that lasted only a moment before Jack found himself unceremoniously dumped next to the still embraced figures of Nova and Connor

“Alright” Jack admitted “that was pretty cool.”

“I'm afraid we have to engage the enemy” Jelina glanced towards Berry and Mary who nodded in agreement

“I forbid it” Kim chimed in defensively “You will not foolishly risk your lives.”

“But master, we...”

“You live to serve me” Kim replied, a finality to his voice “You cannot do that if you are dead.”

Before Jelina could argue, the room was filled with a pinkish purplish light that glowed softly in the darkness.

Amidst the fighting, everyone had forgotten about the still massive dimension portal lazily hovering where the ceiling once was.

The sudden shift in illumination blinded many of the combatants (except Katrina who kept wailing away on her foes unhindered.)

Nova rose her hand to shield her eyes from the glow, Connor's embrace tightening despite the warm feeling that surrounded them.

Something descended slowly. Nova could hear the light fluttering of wings approach, softly growing louder as the source of the light drew closer to her.

Nova squinted, trying her hardest to see past the blazing light.

“What is that?” Nova muttered to herself, leaning forward to get a closer look.

A little gasp escaped Nova's lips, her eyes wide with awe and wonder upon seeing through the veil of illumination.

“Mom...” she softly whispered.

Nova couldn't help but stare at her mother as the light slowly dimmed. She had never seen her mother in her Mewberty form before and despite the descriptions from varying sources, none had done the sight justice.

Her mother's normally fair skin was now tinged a deep, rich purple. Her pink, rose colored wings with fluttered gently behind her. Her long, golden blonde hair was now faded and twisted into two antenna like cones. Star wore sleek, well polished sliver battle armor that had obviously been custom made for the queen given her pair of arms were now six. Her eyes and hearts glowed with a harsh light and for once in her life Nova could feel the royal authority behind her mother.

This was the Butterfly that would not allow anyone to deny her her choice of husband. That was the Butterfly that fought tooth and nail to reunite with her beloved and daughter. That was the Butterfly who defeated Toffee and reformed an ancient dynasty, bringing unity to two warring enemies. That was the Butterfly who connected two dimensions forever.

That was Star Butterfly.

The light faded from her eyes and hearts, returning them to normal.

“Mom!” Nova cried, unable to help herself as she raced forward (with Connor supporting from behind)

She lunged at her mother, locking her arms around her tightly as tears began to pool in her eyes

“Mommy, I'm so happy you're here” Nova sniffled “I was so scared. I thought I wasn't going to see you again a-and the wand! Mom, I'm sorry I couldn't...”

Nova fell silent as Star's hand gently brushed her hair, her touch soft and affectionate while she held Nova closer.

“I'm here. Mommy's got you sweetie. You are safe. Nothing else matters.”

Nova pulled away only to find a relived smile on Star's face, her eyes warm and loving.

“Hey, what about me?” A voice called from behind Star.

“D-dad? You're here too?”

Marco scoffed in mock annoyance as he appeared from behind Star, still well dressed though now rocking another accessory in the form of a sheathed katana.

“My little girl was kidnapped! Of course I'm going to be here.” Marco rolled his eyes playfully.

Nova tackled him, hugging her father tightly while the tears flowed freely down her cheeks

“There, there angel” Marco whispered gently, patting Nova's head lovingly “It's okay. We're here.”

Marco and Star shared a look, one that brought a shiver down Nova's spine.

“OOOOOOO KATRINAKINS!”

Katrina flinched in embarrassment, ignoring the thrashing of the figure whose figure she held by the throat.

“Your majesty, did you have to call me that here? Now?”

Star gave a peppy nod as Marco ushered everyone behind himself and his wife.

“Of course. Katrina, please come back and help the children through the portal. Kim and his maids included. We will take care of this.”

Katrina's mask was indifferent but the fierce warrior's posture changed at once.

“Oh boy” Katrina muttered to the still struggling cultist “You are all in trouble now”

Katrina smashed the figure against the ground and jumped high into the air, effortlessly landing next to Star and Marco in a single leap.

“Okay kids time to go!” Katrina instructed, hoisting Connor by the scuff and tossing him through the massive portal

Connor flailed wildly for a moment before landing on the Diaz's living floor with a muted thud.

Nova stayed back though close to Katrina who now was arguing with Kim about how much trouble he was in.

“In, now” Katrina snarled

“we refuse” Jelina shot back, the trio of mechanical maidens standing between the towering monster and their demon lord.

“I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice. You are under suspicion of conspiracy of kidnapping the princess and if I have to take you by force, I will.”

“Wow” Berry chimed in, thoroughly impressed “that sounds bad. Really bad.”

“Ugh, who cares” Mary crossed her arms “We're not going with you.”

“Our master has done nothing wrong. We refuse to comply with your request” jelina added in

“Ladies”

The trio turned to Kim who gestured them to remain calm

“I will go with you”

“Master!” The maids cried out indignantly

Kim raised his hand and they fell silent at once

“My maids will accompany me of course” Kim went on “I will go with you willingly though I suspect you to be honest in your findings.”

Katrina gave a curt nod “We just need to verify if you were working alone or of your own free will. Nothing more.”

Kim nodded “I agree to your terms, shall we?”

Katrina picked up Kim with one hand and the fuming maids in the other, placing them carefully on the floor away from the portal

Sol stared at the demonic overlord and the brightly colored maids that suddenly appeared in his home.

“Whoa” Sol nodded “I'm going to need more cookies” and promptly raced into the kitchen to get snacks for their guests.

Marco drew his katana, tossing the sheath into the portal and onto the couch.

Star took a step forward. There were still dozens upon dozens of cultists despite the countless groaning bodies that littered the floor.

Star took a deep, calming breath. She closed her eyes, imagining a peaceful relaxing field in Mewni she was so fond of.

Marco braced himself, hands covering his ears.

Star's eyes snapped open, her grin bending into a bone chilling smirk.

The cultists fidgeted nervously, their self preservation instincts screaming at them to run for the door.

“So.” Star spoke gently, her gaze scanning the sea of fabric that stood before her “YOU TRIED TO KIDNAP MY LITTLE GIRL!?”

Star's voice boomed with an unearthly volume, shaking the hooded figures externally and internally.

Despite their stoic, inhuman nature, they shuddered at the sound of pure anger laced within the mother's tone.

Star hadn't even waited for a response.

She gestured outward with a single hand and before faster than anyone could anticipate, ribbons of pink energy collided with several cultist chests, sending them crashing into those fortunate enough not to blasted by the righteous fury of Mewni's queen.

Silence as the world seemed to slow, Star's fingers smoking in the stillness

With a screeching battle cry, the figures that remained standing raced forward, hoping to overwhelm the Mewman with their sheer numbers.

Marco rolled his eyes, strolling past Star to place himself between the horde and his wife.

“Marco sweetie” Star cooed lovingly

“Yes honey?”

“Save some for me, will you?”

Marco a gave short nod as he held his katana at his side.

One poor soul made the unfortunate decision to lunge at Marco, thinking it was the most brilliant idea he ever had.

Marco smirked, swinging the flat of his blade against the mid-air foe who tumbled to the floor face first, his nose breaking with a sickening crunch.

Marco charged forward, pushing deep into the crowd while his sword blurred about his body with inhuman speed

Cultists fell at his feet, clutching the various body parts Marco struck achingly, thick, nasty looking bruises already forming.

Marco slashed towards a line of approaching hooded figures and with a flick of his wrists, pieces of hair fell gently to the floor, their owners clutching at their heads fearfully as they backed away from the king.

“got you!” Someone cried from behind, leaping onto Marco's back and attempting to trap him in a hold “Surrender or...”

Crack.

The figure stumbled backwards, a river of crimson leaking from his nose. Marco swiftly turned about and drove the hilt of his katana into the attacker's forehead.

He crumpled to the floor motionless at his feet.

The cultists were giving Marco a wide berth now, surrounding him a very loose circle.

“Look, I just want to go home” Marco told them, motioning with his weapon casually “Just back off and this won't hurt. Well it will hurt but it won't hurt as much as if you make me take you down. What I mean to say the ratio of pain is lessened if you just give up”

“Marco! Stop mathing at them and kick their butts” Star yelled

“You are but a man!”

“But I'm not” a voice called from the door way and stepping out of the shadows was Tom who was as impeccably dressed as Marco.

Marco waved cheerfully with his sword “Oh hey Tom! What brings you here?”

“I figured we could speed this along. Got word that Kim is not a board member and thus fair game. Hey, are we still meeting up for bowling?”

“Totally” Marco nodded in agreement “But this is getting boring. Let's wrap thing up.

“Boring?!” The cultists cried out indignantly but their groans of complaint grew into whimpers of fear as Tom's trio of eyes glowed with a blood red hue.

The CEO of the Underworld grew in size, his limbs and body elongating to an impossible length. his entire form changed, growing and growing as his muscles budged outward ripping the fabric of his shirt. His nails grew and glimmer with a razor sharpness. Glowing orange demonic runes were scrawled every inch of his body as his horns bent and curved backwards, twisting in a tight loop. Flames spread across the normally clean shaven face of the demon until a thick, burning beard made of pure fire crackled against his skin.

Tom let out a roar that shook the very foundation of the world before reaching for a hooded figure, easily plucking him from the sea of his comrades despite his struggling.

Tom swept outward, knocking rows of the cultists to the floor as Marco sprang into action, driving his hilt and flat of his blade into every forehead he could find.

Star took to the skies, bombarded the unlucky souls below with multicolored narwhals, ribbons of concussive force and bright pink gumballs of energy.

Nova watched in awe as the numerous enemies dwindled rapidly before her eyes.

Nova shifted guiltily at the sight of her parents

“They really are amazing.....” She mumbled sadly to herself.

Star waved with a free hand and at her command swirls of pink energy formed at the cultists feet,  spinning faster and faster with a reckless abandon before forming into a thick, powerful pink tornado that swallowed entire figures whole and trapped them in an endless cycle.

Several figures attempted to leap at Tom all at once in hopes of somehow overwhelming the demonic lord but Tom swiped them out of the air, sending them crashing against the solid stone floor before giving them a good punt outside the door.

Marco ducked and weaved through the hooded figures, expertly attacking any cultists who was foolish enough to try and stop him, making sure to give some warning cuts to some clothing for good measure

“That is pretty terrifying” Connor called to Nova, his green eyes wide with awe “I've never seen your parents fight before.”

“I've never seen mom transform before.” Nova replied in a stun awe.

“What is going on here?!” A new voice called from the Diaz household.

The fighting stopped at once with no one sure why exactly everyone had paused.

There was a dull thud as someone fell through the portal into the underworld, the darkness of the room against the illumination from the setting sun on Earth basked the person in a shadowy silhouette

“JACK!” A motherly whine called out and before the young half demon knew it, he found himself trapped in a familiarly tight embrace.

“MOM!” Jack cried out in embarrassment, much to his horror “What are you doing here?! AND STOP TRYING TO KILL ME!”

“How dare you run off to the Underworld without telling me?” Janna scolded, grabbing and pulling on her son's ear “Hmm? What were you thinking?”

“Oww, OWW! sinusubukan ko lang makatulong sa aking mga kaibigan!”

“Really?” Janna peered closer “AND YOU RUINED YOUR CLOTHES?!”

“MOM!” Jack whimpered helplessly

“Don't you mom me!” Janna frowned “I worked very hard to make you those clothes and you can't even keep them cleaned?!”

“I was in the Underworld mom! It's kinda hard to....”

“Excuses” Janna cut in.

“Umm...” Connor said calmly “is this really....?”

“Yep” Nova confirmed, her gaze never leaving mother and son “It's happening”

“and YOU”

A cultist froze as Janna pointed directly towards him, inching closer and closer with a blind rage in her stance.

“M-me?” The cultist stammered

Janna gave him a quizzically stare before punching him straight in the jaw and sending tumbling to the floor.

“not you” Janna scoffed before turning furiously at the towering Tom “YOU”

“Me?” Tom gestured helplessly to himself “Wait, what?”

“You let our son...”

“Mom, it's not...”

“... go on a dangerous rescue mission to the underworld.”

“Wait, Janna it's not like...”

“AND DIDN'T TELL ME?”

Tom taken aback “He just showed up on my doorstep! I didn't really have time to call you.”

“Did you at least give him the armor?”

“He's wearing it sweetie”

“And did you at least walk him here?”

“Janna I couldn't just.....”

Janna shook her head disappointingly “We'll talk about this later.”

Janna turned to face the few cultists that remained and told them in a low, dangerous whisper “get out.”

The cultists shared a surprised look with one another. Was this woman really expecting to...

One of the hooded figures jumped as a battle ax suddenly embedded itself in the floor, barely missing his arm by an inch or so.

Janna leaned in closer, hilt of the weapon still in her hand “I said go.”

The cultist opened his mouth to reply when he felt something warm tickling down his arm. He glanced to find a piece of his robe had been cut off and something red trickling down his arm.

The cultist fled at once, tripping and falling over their fallen in their race to escape.

Silence overtook the room once again before shattered by a loving, excited “JANNA BANANA!”

Janna barely braced herself in time for Star sudden hug attack, the queen of Mewni wrapping her arms tightly around her deputy mayor while bouncing up and down (Luckily she had returned to her normal Mewman form)

“Hey Star” Janna greeted in a lazy drawl, patting Star's back in a friendly manner “Been a while.”

“it has!” Star pouted “You have to tell me how it went in Paris. Tell me tell me tell me!”

“Star” Janna raised a hand to stop the mayor's pawing “Kids”

“Don't worry Katrina's got them buuuut we better go. We need to close the giant portal we left in the ceiling.”

“So...” Tom coughed, slowly approaching his wife “You look...”

“Yes I look good and yes I'm still mad. Come on hothead”

Nova felt strange sense of disconnection just sitting in the living room next to Jack and Connor despite being trapped with a demon's manor just moments before. The adults stood around them in a loose formation, talking about life and things that occurred since the last time they saw each other but Nova could feel the worry roll off of them, their gazes protective yet relaxed though it's probably the several massive Mewman knights standing at every possible entrance into the house, at the ready.

Katrina was sitting on the floor, laughing at Sol who was eagerly trying on her helmet despite the fact it was several times too big and span freely on his head.

“Everything is so normal” Nova said cautiously “ like nothing happened.”

“I know right?” Connor added in, eying his surroundings carefully.

Jack shrugged indifferently “This isn't our parents first battle.”

Nova thought back to her mother's Mewberty form, how majestic and powerful she had been.

“...yeah....”

Marco carefully approached the children, giving a reassuring smile “You guys okay?”

They all gave a nod

“So how many days were we gone?” Connor asked curiously

Marco scratched his chin thoughtfully “about 4 hours?”

“Four hours?! SERIOUSLY?!”

“Yeah, it's still Thursday”

Connor sunk into the couch in disbelief before wincing in pain.

“Connor!” Jack and Nova cried out in surprise.

“I'm fine” Connor tried to wave off their concern but he could the knowing glint of Mr. Diaz's eye

“Ah, first major battle huh? Probably got bruised pretty nicely”

“Connor!” Nova scolded.

“I'll be fine”

“Nova, bandage him up”

Nova sighed dramatically “C'mon Connor.”

Connor stayed still

Jack raised an eyebrow “I will carry you”

Connor shot to his feet at once, allowing the magical princess to lead him to the bathroom.

Connor sat there silently, trying his hardest not to flinch as Nova smoothed out the wrappings around his shirtless chest, her cold hands and the swelling of his bruises making it difficult to sit still.

Nova's face was bright red and she spent as much time as she could staring away from Connor.

“H-hey, you got muscles now?” Nova commented offhandedly

“I-I guess?” Connor coughed “I mean I just invent...but I guess some of the pieces are pretty heavy....”

“R-right....”

Awkward silence fell over the teens who were determined to just get this over with.

“....I'm...sorry....”

“Huh?” Connor turned around only to found Nova staring at him, tears in her eyes.

“This happened because I wasn't strong enough.....my own parents had to come and get me....”

“Nova? I don't...”

“I'm no Butterfly” she muttered sadly “I couldn't even fight off a stupid demon.”

“HE'S NOT STUPID” The trio of maids shouted back.

“You know what my mom did when she was my age? SHE SAVED MY DAD WHEN HE WAS KIDNAPPED BY TOFFEE! I COULDN'T EVEN....”

Nova stopped as Connor held her closely

“Nova, you're okay. Everything's okay. That's all that matters.”

Nova cried freely, wrapping her arms gently best friend.

Connor stroked Nova's hair softly, letting out a relived sigh.

Everything was okay.

Nova trudged her way to her bed after her mother decided it was best for the young ones to sleep. She threw off her father's hoodie and sat at the edge of her bed, preparing to head to sleep. Her father decided it was best if they all stayed home tomorrow given how chaotic today was.

She sighed deeply, holding her mother's devil headband gingerly in her hands.

What kind of princess was she? Not even a month with the wand and she was already kidnapped and endangering everyone. Who knows what could've happened if Connor and Jack hadn't came to save her or her parents failed to reach them in time.

Connor and Jack were asleep downstairs which brought her some small comfort but the failure of her duty gnawed at her entire being.

And as she tried to drift off to sleep, tossing and turning in her bed, all she could think of  is how horrible she was at being a magical princess.

Maybe the nobles were right. Maybe she was no heir to Mewni.

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Remember This Week: Its the Beginning of the End of the NRAs Reign of Terror

Shun the NRA. Shun the assault weapons manufacturers. Shame and vote out the politicians who take their money and do their bidding. Thats the strategy that activists for firearms sanity have finally seized on, after decades of losing to the most bloodthirsty lobby in America.

The rise of the Parkland students, and their #NeverAgain movement following the slaughter of 17 of their classmates and teachers by a 19-year-old former student at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Broward County Florida, presents the most existential threat to the gun lobby in my lifetime. These kids, aged 15 to 18, have spoken more clearly, more forcefully, and more effectively than any activists or politicians, who for decades have pleaded for laws prohibiting the amassing of personal military-style arsenals by American gun fetishists.

What these young people have is special. They are too hurt and shocked and angry to be told to calm down. They are too social-media savvy to be fazed by bots and trolls and insane conspiracy theories. They were born in the post-9/11 age and are too fearless to be made to back down by bullies like the NRAs resident Cruella de Ville Dana Loesch and her fellow travelers on the right. And they can easily spot the BS of a president, who has to hold a palm card to remind him to care when he speaks to them about their terrifying experiences.

And what they are demanding is so rational its impossible to argue against it: an end to the ability of a teenager who cant legally purchase Sudafed, rent a car or buy a beer to obtain a weapon of war, and to turn his anxiety, depression or suicidal thoughts into mass slaughter.

The statistics are damning. Since 1966, when a gunman turned the clock tower at the University of Texas into a snipers nest, killing 17 people before police killed him, 1,077 Americans have been murdered in mass shootings, including 162 children and teenagers. According to The Washington Post, which examined 150 mass killings in which one or more gunmen participated and four or more people died, 167 of the 292 guns used by 153 mass murderers were obtained legally, and only 49 illegally (the sources of the rest are unknown).

The problem is not illegal guns. Its the ones that are perfectly lawful to obtain. And by the way, mass shootings represent a fraction of the overall gun deaths that are unique to America, which lost more than 1.5 million lives to gun homicides and suicides between 1968 and 2015 more than have perished in all the wars America has been involved in combined.

And the gun lobby aims to keep the cash registers ringing. With gun sales on the decline, particularly without the black bogie man President Obama to send the war games in the woods militia ranks soaring, they are constantly looking for new ways to terrify existing gun owners into hoarding even more.

The problem is not illegal guns. Its the ones that are perfectly lawful to obtain.

With each new tragedy the gun lobby pushes for more concealed carry, more open carry, campus carry, guns in bars and churches, preventing bans on guns that are undetectable by metal detectors, legalizing silencers and armor piercing bullets whose purposes is solely human extermination, and arming teachers; all in the name of expanding firearm sales. And they stand firmly in the way of any law that would take weapons of mass death out of the hands of abusers, suspected terrorists, and even the insane.

After a gunman used a Glock 17 and Ruger P89 9mm pistol to shoot 50 people, killing 23 inside Lubys Cafeteria in Killeen, Texas in 1991, both the U.S. House and Democratic Governor Ann Richards fought for measures that would have outlawed the kind of weapons used in the killings. The Texas and national gun lobbies fought back, defeating the measures and replacing them with increased support for concealed carry. Richards vetoed one of the new, bloody bills. Her successor, Gov. George W. Bush, signed it.

After an armed security guard a proverbial good guy with a gun proved powerless to prevent two students from Columbine High School in Colorado from slaughtering 13 of their classmates before killing themselves in 1999, the Denver Posts David Olinger wrote this:

They stashed enough firepower under long black coats and in duffel bags to shoot at hundreds of classmates. Concealed in the coat Dylan Klebold wore to school on April 20 was an assault weapon banned from manufacture in 1994, a crude, menacing pistol made to fire 36 rounds without reloading. Eric Harris brought a new, short-barreled rifle that fired 10 rounds at a clip, the maximum allowed by the assault-weapons law.

Each carried a shotgun, sawed off at both ends to render it half its original length, short enough to hide like a handgun and wield like a Capone-era street sweeper.

All four of these guns had been sold from Colorado gun-show tables in 1998 by private sellers who took no names, required no signature, called nobody for a background check. Robyn Anderson, an 18-year-old Columbine High senior, bought three on a weekend shopping spree with her 17-year-old companions. Klebold and Harris supplied the cash, she the driver's license. The assault weapon, a TEC-DC9, was sold at a different gun show to Mark Manes, a young man who later resold it for $500 to the killers – and then sold them a fresh supply of ammunition on April 19, 1999.

At that time, the question was how to close this gun show loophole." The NRA and its fellow gun lobbyists went to work on politicians fearful of being washed out in the 2000 elections and saw to it that nothing was done.

After another gunman carried four guns including an AR-15 (the assassins weapon of choice) and 6,000 rounds of ammunition and murdered 12 people at a Batman: The Dark Knight Rises screening in Aurora, Colorado in 2012, injuring 70, the NRA made sure nothing was done.

After a gunman killed 32 of his classmates at Virginia Tech in 2007, the NRA made sure nothing was done.

After a teenager slaughtered 20 six- and seven-year-olds and six adults at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut 11 days before Christmas in 2012, the NRA made sure nothing was done.

After a racist gunman murdered nine black parishioners during Bible study inside historic Mother Emmanuel Church in Charleston, South Carolina in June of 2015, the NRA made sure nothing was done.

After the Pulse nightclub shooting in Orlando left 49 young people dead and 58 injured in June 2016, Marco Rubio used the tragedy to launch his reelection campaign, and then he and his fellow Republicans, under the direction of the NRA, made sure nothing was done.

As the young people of an earlier time led their parents and grandparents and an unwilling nation to moral improvement during the Civil Rights Movement of the 1950s and 60s, these children are leading us.

After gunman turned a hotel room on the Vegas strip into a snipers roost like the one in Texas 51 years earlier, raining more than 1,000 rounds of ammunition onto a crowd of country music concertgoers, killing 58 people and wounding a breathtaking 851 more, the NRA made sure nothing was done. When it was revealed that the gunman tricked out his semi-automatic rifles with bump stocks to allow them to fire like machine guns, the NRA opposed outlawing the accessory, even after hinting they might grow a conscience and support a ban.

Indeed, all the NRA and even more extreme lobbying groups like Gun Owners of America have done after each of these tragedies is to push for more guns in more places, more permission for gun owners to kill fellow human beings by ensuring they can get away with it via laws like Stand Your Ground, more extremism allied to right wing media, neo-Confederate lunatics and even Russia, and more blood money in the hands of Republican politicians.

Currently, the NRA is on record opposing restoring 21 the age of majority at this countrys founding as the minimum legal age to buy the kind of assault weapon used to mow down 17 children and teachers at Marjory Stone Douglas High School something that now even the A+ rated governor of Florida, Rick Scott, is calling for. The 21-year-old minimum age to buy a handgun (but notably not a rifle, including an assault rifle) became the law of the land in 1968 following the assassinations of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and Senator Robert Kennedy that year and the murder of President John F. Kennedy five years before. At the time, the NRA which was still primarily a sportsmans organization supported it, as it had supported the public disarming of the Black Panthers in California under the Mulford Act signed into law by then-governor Ronald Reagan in 1967.

Well, the children of Parkland, in 2018, have finally said enough. As the young people of an earlier time led their parents and grandparents and an unwilling nation to moral improvement during the Civil Rights Movement of the 1950s and 60s, these children are leading us. And we are proud to so honorably led.

These children are united and determined. And they can win. Indeed already, the quarantining of the gun lobby has begun.

This week, the mayor pro tem of Dallas invited the NRA to find a new location for their bloody convention, and warned that if they do show up in his city, there will be protests. Governor Scott and Nevada Attorney General Paul Laxalt, both staunch pro-gun Republicans, wont even publicly admit they plan to attend a sign of how toxic the NRA has already become.

The Parkland students have called for a March 24 march on Washington. The march for our lives has already attracted millions of dollars in pledges and support from Hollywood titans like George and Amal Clooney and Oprah Winfrey. The march could put millions of people, young and not-so young, in the streets all over the country. School districts should be warned that punishing students for walking out in support of the movement will only make it stronger.

On Friday, First National Bank of Omaha, the largest privately owned credit card company in the U.S., along with Enterprise, Alamo and National car rental agencies, ended their partnerships with the NRA, which offered discounts and perks to their members.

This is only the beginning.

The forces of rationality finally sense an opening. The gun lobby is weak and cleaving to extremists. The Parkland children are strong and declaring that they no longer want to be a generation practicing active shooter drills and afraid to go to school.

Parents are standing up and refusing to sacrifice their children so the gun lobby can stuff more money into their pockets. Their kids may be too young to vote, but they arent.

And no, we dont want are schools to be armed camps, with the lunch lady and the math teacher expected to be prepared to kill a former student who arrives ready to murder and to die

If our politicians dont have the courage to do what is right, what is moral and what makes sense, by stopping the legal sale of these weapons, the American majority will change the politicians. If Wayne LaPierre doesnt understand that the next generation and the next will be unavailable to him and his vile philosophy, he needs a quick lesson in demographic math. One way or another, the NRA and its extremist ideology are on a path to extinction.

And good riddance to them in advance.

Read more: https://www.thedailybeast.com/remember-this-week-its-the-beginning-of-the-end-of-the-nras-reign-of-terror

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