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the-foxes-fangs · 5 years

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I Wish I Was the Moon: An Interlude

Requested by the wonderful @otomediary, a complementary ficlet set in the same story line as this fic with Sasuke and Mitsuhide discussing MC and modern culture while she’s away in the present <3

Warnings: Mitsuhide doing his Mitsuhide threats

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They were, as had become their custom over the weeks, seated across from each other over a low fire in a cold musty hut with the early spring wind coming in through the cracks in the wall and alternately blowing the smoke first one way and then another.

“It’s not for me to repeat what was told to me in the spirit, if not the strictest promise, of confidence.” Sasuke said with what passed for a moody expression on his face. His eyes had a defiant glitter behind the glasses he had only recently reacquired after giving his word to faithfully assist in the effort to alter history enough to bring her back.

Mitsuhide sat loosely, elbows resting on his knees, fingers locked together thoughtfully and narrowed his eyes as he watched the sparks dance off of the damp firewood. “You’ve already agreed to change history, and yet casual information is where you draw the line? Why, I hate to insinuate that your priorities are wildly misplaced, but it certainly looks that way from where I’m sitting.”

Sasuke pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose peevishly, and studied Mitsuhide intently. “Call it calculated self-interest, a posture which you, of all people, should understand. If your plan--”

“Our plan.”

“The plan in which I have become an unwilling participant, then.” Sasuke answered wryly, adding, “regardless-- If it succeeds, then you can ask her yourself. If it fails, then I won’t have betrayed the trust of a friend.”

“A noble sentiment, but you’re forgetting the circumstances,” Mitsuhide countered lightly. “Had I known her secret before you failed to persuade her to stay, I might have asked many questions to better secure her happiness.”

“Before I failed--” Sasuke sputtered indignantly, “I miss the worst part of my day being a drawn sword in my face.” He finished moodily.

“You have only yourself to blame, you know. If you had persuaded her to stay until I was conscious, you wouldn’t be a hostage now. Curse your own lack of forethought, not me.” Mitsuhide replied with a fond smile.

Sasuke had an almost expressionless face, but his body, particularly his hands, spoke quite clearly. Trained ninja or not, his gestures were unique enough to be obvious after a day or two.

“You’re relentless, aren’t you?” Sasuke asked with an irascible gesture.

“Me? Why, I’m as diffident as a shikimi flower.”

“How is it that an insinuated threat is so much more threatening than an overt one?” Sasuke muttered to himself.

“Was someone making threats? How terribly impolite!” Mitsuhide said with a sardonic grin.

“Omfg. Ask what you want. I make no promises that I’ll answer, though.” Sasuke said, sharply.

“Oh-Em-Eff-Gee?” Mitsuhide asked curiously.

“That’s one I most certainly will not be answering, so move along.” Sasuke answered, waving smoke out of his face as it changed directions with the breeze.

“Finally, you’re talking sense,” Mitsuhide said pleasantly, adding, “did you actually come from the same town as her?”

“Not... exactly. Yes, in that we both traveled from the same location, but also no in that we aren’t originally from the same town.” Sasuke answered, hands resting loosely on his lap in a way that indicated honesty.

Mitsuhide looked at him curiously, considering which line of inquiry to pursue-- it was obvious enough why Sasuke would’ve sought her out, and even why they might have become such fast friends, but not why he would’ve chosen to stay when she left. He rose and banked the fire, and then resettled himself, deciding to leave that issue where it lay.

“Then where is she from?” He asked.

“Pass, that information is of no use to you.” Sasuke responded, flatly.

“Of course it is, all information is of use to me.” He shot back.

“I’ll give you non-specific answers only.”

“Alright, without specifics if it makes you feel better, what was her life like?”

“Well, it would’ve been unrecognizable to you. She’d have focused on education almost from birth, and she would have been in school longer than anything else.”

“Temple school?” Mitsuhide asked with surprise. “I knew she was well educated, but given her awful calligraphy, I didn’t think it was formal.”

“Not exactly temple school but something just as formal, and you shouldn’t base your assessment on calligraphy, that’s a secondary subject at best in our time.”

Mitsuhide tried to picture her in the classroom of a school as he knew it, but there was clearly a frustratingly vast gulf between his imagination and the actuality. He pushed aside the dull ache in his heart at the thought of all that he might never hear about it from her, and pressed on as the tapping of rain punctuated his reverie.

“Then what kinds of things would be primary subjects?” He asked thoughtfully.

“Mathematics, reading, foreign language, history--��clearly not her best subject-- geography...” Sasuke listed, before Mitsuhide interrupted him with an exclamation of surprise.

“Is that typical for a woman in your time?” He asked with intense curiosity.

“Women occupy a different place in society from what you’re used to, so yes.” Sasuke settled his glasses firmly on the bridge of his nose, drawing himself up slightly, and continued.

“Which is another reason that I, for the record, encouraged her not to get too attached to anyone in this time. She’s used to, and deserves, a level of respect and autonomy that’s unheard in this era. She’d never be content to be relegated to the domestic sphere and left trapped there, and would certainly not tolerate the life of a concubine.” Sasuke said, speaking more forcefully than usual.

“Do give me some credit, squirrel, her eccentricity is one of her finest points as far as I’m concerned.” Mitsuhide answered with an impatient gesture.

“Stop calling me squirrel! I’m going to start calling you moose!” Sasuke snapped at him, arms folded across his chest. “I’d have thought that if your ambition was to take the Shogunate, you would be in need of a powerful alliance with a politically useful wife.”

“You do know so many absolutely fascinating foreign words. Anyway, ambitions change. Besides, she can always be adopted and given a rank conducive to marriage.”

“I won’t even ask what skulduggery you intend to use to make that happen. If she comes back, I fully intend to use the fact that we both speak the same extremely foreign language against you. Mark my words. And don’t take it for granted that you’re just going to marry her if she returns. You have to ask first.” Sasuke said tartly.

Mitsuhide raised an eyebrow at him. “Ask who? It’s not as if I can seek an audience with her father.”

“Her, of course!”

“Well of course, but I can’t see why she wouldn’t--” Mitsuhide said, and stopped when Sasuke held up his finger, eyes gleaming as he folded his arms and took the posture of a lecturing teacher.

“I’m only telling you this because she’s my friend. The proposal of marriage in our time is firstly between the two parties in question, and the one doing said proposing is expected to go to considerable lengths to demonstrate their love and devotion to the proposee, as it were.” Sasuke interjected, fixing him with the critical eye of a disapproving brother.

“How considerable, exactly?” Mitsuhide asked, with a great deal of curiousity.

“It varies, but generally it should involve some place especially romantic and significant to the couple, and, in case the person being proposed to wishes to decline, should not be done in a way that draws too much public attention, rings must be selected with special care--” Sasuke said, ticking off each point on his fingers as he spoke.

“Rings?”

“Yes it’s a modern custom. The couple exchange rings and wear them as a public expression of their commitment to each other, generally gold, often with a gem of some sort, or an inscription.”

Mitsuhide stroked his chin thoughtfully, mind already racing with plans.

Sasuke stared at him and shook his head. “You get this terrifying glitter in your eye when you stop talking and start thinking, and somehow it’s even worse that it’s faintly romantic. I never could imagine Caesar looking at Cleopatra until I met you, and frankly I still wish I couldn’t.”

“Only heaven knows what gibberish you were just speaking, I certainly don’t.” Mitsuhide answered offhandedly. “I do wonder how she’ll explain her absence to her household.”

“By my calculation, she should have returned to almost the same moment plus or minus no more than a few hours. Either way, she lives alone, so nobody will have noticed.”

“Alone? Is that unusual?” Mitsuhide asked, surprised again.

“Only insofar as her having the economic wherewithal to do so. Running a household isn’t anywhere near as labor intensive in our time as it is now.”

The rain came down in earnest, fat drops splashing through the ragged roof and pooling on the floor around them as he tried to picture her going about her life, alien as it might be to his imagination, alone.

“Well, she used to live alone. She might have a boyfriend by now, it has been a few months, perhaps a dose of city air and the joy of indoor plumbing has brought her to her senses.” Sasuke added.

“I take it from the construction of the word that a ‘boyfriend’ is roughly the same as a lover?” Mitsuhide said, ignoring the rest but making a mental note to return to it later.

“It’s a broad term. It can be more casual than a lover, or it might be as intense as a husband.” Sasuke replied flippantly.

He was aware of his own inclination to jealousy in those rare instances where he allowed any kind of attachment to linger, and had already chosen to simply dismiss the idea that she could simply forget him in favor of taking action to prevent it, but he felt the bitter heat of it in the pit of his stomach all the same.

“Did she not have someone like that when she came here?” Mitsuhide asked, less concerned by her previous attachments than by the possibility that they might persist.

“I don’t know, to tell you the truth. Of course you can’t be certain of my honesty, given the appalling conditions of my involuntary employment. ” Sasuke answered, as a raindrop rolled down his forehead and over one lens of his glasses, which he yanked off irritably and cleaned.

“Why, you can leave at any time, should conditions prove unsatisfactory.” Mitsuhide answered, as he swept a stray raindrop out of his hair.

“Sure, I can leave, but you know I won’t and you also didn’t specify that I could leave alive.” Sasuke countered with a sigh.

“My but you learn quickly. It’s really no wonder Kenshin grew so attached to you. He must be absolutely furious at your sudden absence, and the man does have a habit of communicating with his sword.” Mitsuhide said with amusement.

“Why couldn’t she have fallen madly in love with Ieyasu?” Sasuke muttered to himself. “That would’ve been wonderful. A bad temper, yes, but at least a direct one.”

“Oh I don’t know, at least I’m a charming conversationalist. Anyway, tell me all about indoor plumbing.” Mitsuhide replied, as he warmed his hands at the fire. It would be a long hard road to reach a goal less likely than any he had ever set himself before, but the future seemed slightly less distant when he bickered with Sasuke.

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/Shikimi is a poisonous plant that grows wild in Japan and has neurotoxic effects when ingested. It resembles a common wild food plant.

#ikemen sasuke #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku #cybird ikemen #ikemen sengoku sasuke #the foxesfic #fic request #sorry this took me so much longer than I planned to get posted <3

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palukoo · 4 years

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so a couple months ago i relistened to w359 and made a 18000 word document while doing so containing iconic quotes, my reactions, feelings, et cetera. heres some highlights with varying amounts of context. (theres lowkey spoilers for the whole series btw)

""""i empathize too much""""

crazy how i still vividly remember walking outside [my old job] and to starbucks while listening to the spider ep... trauma

i mean i dont love it but it makes me feel things

GABRIEL THATS TOO ON THE NOSE

"let me have my badass space chick victory cocktail"

god like i AM team what wrong with handcuffs but I WOULD NOT HESITATE to kill hilbert for hera

the girlssss are fightinggg

THE SAD W359 MUSIC IS KILLING ME

like memoria who maxwell who jk jk

i love you renee minkowski marry me

local idiot's heart is in the right place

HARPOOOOOOONSSSS

lovelace lovelace lovelace loveLACE LOVELACE

"maybe she's some kind of clone thing" EIFFEL... this is day 1!!!

i hate these self sacrificial idiots

no no no not this music again ill cry

yall are so emotionally stunted it fucking hurts but damn if you dont care

literally how are they still alive

i want to hug her so much omg

alan rody shut the FUCK up im crying

rip zach valenti's throat

face the death reality via math

jacobi being a piece of shit

maxwell said lets kill hilbert rights

this is a kepler hate blog

minkowski thinking her emotions dont matter to the mission oh ho ho

"youre gonna straighten up" cutter they cant theyre not straight

maxwell and jacobi show up and blow up lads

"and you should really be more careful with your queen" KEPLER WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

wolf 359 stop making me stan these literally terrible people

FUNZO FUNZO FUNZO

i am caring about men tonight lads

theyre both awful sure go ahead have history

hilbert you interrupted their emotional moment they wouldve had a MOMENT

hera said im gay

ohhhh nooo interpersonal conflict makes me sad

hug minkowski rn

FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC jacobi and maxwell are iconic

minkowski how did you not kill him

how much do yall use the words "good enough" and "cant"

"are you an alien" GOD the Hints

"one of our... sexier jobs" vs "this is gonna said less sexy after that"

eiffel stop cockblocking them

y'all's choice of pronouns IS illuminating

PROTECT HERA AT ALL COSTS

aw eiffel... minkowski... communication is KEY

oh yeah THATS what the psi wave regulator is for.... SURE

hilbert read the room

JACOBI you can't just describe minkowski like that without giving me a heart attack

how many times have all these bitches almost died

SORRY ANYTHING THEY SAY I LOSE IT

oh minkowski finally flipped (VALID)

oh wait that fact isnt fun at all and im literally crying

LIKE sometimes you save someone's life at great personal risk only to kill her a little while later

minkowski cries to “back to before” from ragtime

i feel to many things about the gals here idk what to tell you i love them thats the problem

its gay and it hurts!

lovelace laughing at people who can and will kill her... hot

OH WERE STARTING LOVELACES SELF SACRIFICE ALREADY

they let lovelace say FUCK

OH WAIT NO I FORGOT ITS WORSE

THANKS FOR MURDERING ME WITH YOUR TEARY ANGRY VOICE

ouchie anyways gay or no but also gay

hilarious and sad at the same time?

MAXWELL dont be a bitch... i expect this from jacobi and honestly i actually expect this from maxwell too but i dont like it

NO NOT THIS MUSIC

BROTP BROTP BROTP

i cant say anything else im too busy crying

UGH I COULD WRITE ESSAYS ON MY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS THE MESSAGE THE TAKEAWAY BROADLY THE PERSONAL EMOTIONAL ANGUISH THE DESIRE TO HUG HERA ITS

im mad but thank you... all of you... explain...

stop stop stop im literally so tense gone straight from sobbing to freeze instinct

GOD I HATE ALL THESE SURVIVALS GUILT IDIOTS

OH theyre all about uncertainty... the what ifs... okay... ouch ouch ouch

give everyone awards for bolero

eris are you gay

she said gay rights and AI rights

like i know i know we been knew but goddard really is so awful

Hera stop narrating Lovelace’s ongoing existential crisis

HOW IS THIS NOT GAY (I know how it’s not gay but. Let me have this)

KEPLER stop giving Lovelace insecurities and existential crises

Team back off lovelace for the win

like not to be dramatic but her arc is beautiful

oh boy thats my girlsssss

THATS FLIRTING MINKOWSKI

god i love that concern for your gf keep it up minkowski

COMMUNICATION? WITH THIS CREW? BOLD

GOD angrey hera is great

you know hera is having the time of her life witnessing it

eiffel you just ruined their romantic moment

minkowski is gonna kill them

a much better gayer more altruistic light

WE’RE ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT COMMUNICATION

WAIT I WAS BEING CANON DAMN I THOUGHT I WAS BEING CREATIVE AND PERHAPS OOC BUT IM IN THE CLEAR I GUESS

god hera has needed to snap at eiffel for so long

i can already feel myself about to get hit with the tears... the emotions

that shit hits different renee

The implications that Goddard like destroyed global warming omfg

it’s the moral grayness babeyyy

when it hits you with minkowski's shaky sigh first thing you know its gonna hit different

MINKOWSKI i need you to. love yourself as much as i love you

GOD the mutual concern they always have for each other is touching whether or not you think its gay. i think its gay

HERA WOULD YOU ASK A COW TO NOT BE A COW

oh of COURSE they cut coms first

lovelace is man, butterfly is quote, it says "is this flirting"

jacobi i need you to chill

but jacobiiiii thats lovelaces schtick

oh eiffel... you fucking idiot who gets really lucky sometimes

this game of chicken where theyre both chickens and kepler doesnt know any of that and each of them only know half

minkowski said im an ethics teacher now

who taught minkowski empathy in high stress situations?

yeah so i stay hitting the nail on the head

“kepler SHUT UP” is what brings everyone together

this is, como se dice.... kinda gay

this statement does not bode well for that

“Maybe less talking to yourself” he says to himself

ugh, to be Pop Culture Man™️

RACHEL i love you even tho I also hate you

Rachel if you make one more hand joke I’ll lose my mind

HER NAME!!!! IS HERA!!!! And I love her!!

i have a vivid mental image of post-series eiffel doing stand up like chris fleming style

"my crew has made it very clear through a series of looks and gestures that one more slip up and i am out, thats it, so im taking this job very seriously"

"minkowski is very overprotective in a weird, erratic way, like when your seat belt randomly locks and its like i appreciate what youre trying to do but im going 4mph in a drive way."

"so when something like this happens you have to at least consider going away for a long time and living on a cursed space station"

"you know how when maxwell and hera are talking ive never felt less needed, you know, like ‘cause you guys would be totally happy alone on a rock in the middle of a lake"

"this is the kind of body you look at and go he'd probably be ok in space without a space suit"

the whole "theater kids" video is actually him going off about minkowski

minkowski is too swole for her own good

jacobi im gonna need you to take the redemption arc more seriously

i love my crazy crazy bitches

this FUCKING music

GOD HOW DOES PRYCE JUST ALWAYS GET WORSE

she just like mutilated that man he is doa absolutely destroyed one hit ko

can you tone down the gay, sweetie

you did it you broke rachel and Goddard down to their bare essentials

GOSH shes so AWKWARD

so damn jacobi was just IMMEDIATELY ride or die for maxwell

this is too much for my poor baby heart

pryce & carter literally are just like lets do eugenics, lets do genocide

when hera says ill pull a yall and sacrifice myself for minkowski and lovelace

god like cant believe KEPLER got a redemption arc (well not arc but you know)

ah yes the most tragic scenes all take place at once :)

I HAD TO STOP LISTENING TO BRAVE NEW WORLD CAUSE IT MADE ME TOO CRAZYYYY

THE SCRIPT SAID IT NOT ME

i love space moms!

this fucking music ALAN RODY IM SUING FOR DAMAGES

like the document also does have a lot of like deep thoughts and meta and parallels and discussion of motivations but this is just fun random things i said

#wolf 359 #w359 #i think im funny #im not gonna do character tags lol #my post #gotta love my trend of telling the music to fuck off

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jennygirl2014 · 5 years

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GTSC2-The Return of a Hero~Chapter 13

***A/N: OMFG it’s here. Warnings: mentions of drugs, adult themes and nudity. Other than that, you’re good to go. This chapter has been rewritten, no joke, 3 times! Three freaking times. I have like no following anymore, but @fay-1994 reminded me how much I put into this story and how some people did like it so, here we go again. I am a terrible person for taking so long, I know.

Chapter 13

There was a knocking sound off in the distance, and she stirred from her slumber. When she finally felt the motivation to open her eyes she saw that it was daylight, and she wondered when she had actually fallen asleep. She looked around the room, at the ceiling, at the walls, remembering where she was, taking in her surroundings over again. Those pain killers did the trick, but they really knocked her out evidently. She felt incredibly stiff, but wondered what time it was and forced herself to turn her head and look at the clock, it was after 10 in the morning. She laid there for another second, but upon hearing that knocking sound again she decided she had to figure out what it was. Very slowly, she sat up in bed and leaned towards the window that was to her left. She was unable to see out the window while sitting, so she climbed up onto her knees, feeling wobbly, and peered outside.

It was a sunny day, and apparently Clint and his children were taking advantage of it. Clint was out there hammering away down below the window on the front porch, maybe fixing something. His son stood there, watching and learning, and Des realized she hadn’t met his children yet. She remembered he had three, and instantly wondered how the next couple days were going to play out. Interesting how she didn’t like children, but after losing what would have been her child, her stance on the topic had changed slightly.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the door creaked open behind her, and she quickly turned to see Clint’s wife peek her head in. She acted surprised to see her, and then embarrassed for not knocking. “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you would still be sleeping.” She spoke softly as she opened the door the rest of the way to come in. “I was going to check up on you; see how you were doing.” And then she pointed at the empty plate sitting on the nightstand, “You ate the strawberries, good! Steve said you would.” Her words made Des grit her teeth, and the woman must have sensed this. Of course, if she was like most women, she should have sensed the tension between the two of them.

“Laura, is it?” Des finally spoke as she tuned and took a sitting position on the bed.

“Yes.”

“Thank you for letting me stay here.”

“Of course.” Laura seemed genuinely happy to give her a place to rest. “Would you like to take a shower? Or maybe a hot bath? I can run a bath, it will help with your soreness.” She was more generous than Desirae was accustomed to.

“That would…be nice.” She had to think about the offer. But honestly, since she had moved, she could tell she needed a shower.

“Bath?” Laura wanted to clarify, and Des nodded, “A hot bath it is then.” Laura smiled and exited the room, but left the door open. Desirae went over to her bag that was on the floor and started to gather a change of clothes, minding to keep her weight off her injured ankle the best she could. Laura walked back into the room briskly. “There are some supplies to change your bandages in the medicine cabinet, and I’ll change your sheets for you. Do you need help getting down the stairs?” She had almost forgotten she was in the attic room.

“I can manage. Thank you.” Des made her way, while limping, over to the doorway. Laura stayed close, making sure Des could in fact get down those couple steps without hurting herself. She wanted to tell her she was fine and to go mind her own business but it seemed like it was second nature for this woman to care for someone. Maybe she was a nurse before she became a housewife. Or maybe it was simply because she was a mother, and nurturing was what she did best. When they got to the bathroom, the water was still running in the rub, but Laura let Desirae mind the water and gave her privacy, shutting the door once Des stepped in.

She stopped to look around the bathroom, taking in how nice it was, big with tones of blue and white, much nicer than the ones she had been using in the motels, or even her old apartment. The tub was big and deep, and about halfway full with water, but she couldn’t wait to climb in. As quickly as she could, she stripped of her clothes and dipped her hand in the water, it was nice and hot, and she could smell the soothing bath salts Laura had put in the water. Not wanting to wait much longer, she climbed in as carefully as she could with her ankle, it stung a bit, and the water was hot enough to nip at her skin, but still she sank down into it and let out a deep sigh.

Tipping her head back, she rested it on the back of the tub and let the bath relax her muscles. It burned her wounds, but it still felt good enough to bask in for the rest of the morning. Once she was happy with the water level in the tub she used her foot to turn off the faucet and settled in again. It had been a long time since she had relaxed, or even felt safe. She wanted to savor every minute of it. And yet, she felt tears coming to her eyes. She wasn’t sure exactly why. Maybe because it had been so long since she had enjoyed something so much, without worrying, or maybe because this reminded her of her old life, before she was sent away, when she was still a commander and the strong woman she was so proud of. She looked through the water and saw her scars, the same marks on her body she had looked at every day, and the tears started tumbling down her face. She had to convince herself it was okay to cry, she was alone, nobody could hear her, she wasn’t being weak, she was just exhausted, mentally and physically.

When the water had gone cold, and she was done soaking, she finally climbed out and dried off. She had dipped her hair into the water to freshen up, and it was still heavy and wet. With the towel still in her hair and her body wrapped in a robe she drained the tub and walked over to the bathroom door to walk out, and upon swinging the door open and stepping out she was caught off guard. “Good, you’re up.” She heard Steve’s voice from behind her and she slowly turned halfway to see him. He walked up to her and stopped only a couple feet away. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” She took a second to respond. And then she remembered she had been crying, and wondered if he could see the evidence in her eyes.

“Think you could go outside and move around a bit? It would probably do you some good.”

“I’m happy staying in the room.”

“So, you’re going to keep yourself locked away while we’re here?” he questioned her. “Not very polite of you.”

“Oh my God, would you please leave me alone?” she asked him more softly than she wanted to.

“I think some fresh air would do you good.”

“I want to be left alone.” She said sternly. She turned to face him full on and she saw his eyes widen, he must have noticed. “Please.” She finished.

“Keeping yourself locked up isn’t going to make you feel any better.”

“I said I’m fine.”

“Who are you trying to convince? Me? Or yourself?” he questioned her, and she hissed in a deep breath, trying to keep herself from losing her temper.

“I’m tired of fighting with you, I’m tired of all the banter and bickering, I just want to be left alone. Give me some time to myself to recover, that is all I ask.” He stood there without saying a word, and after a moment she figured she had made her point and she started to limp away.

“I’m just trying to help.” He spoke up from behind her. “Did you change your bandages?”

“I’ve got it.” She told him to leave her alone one more time, and yet she heard him following her. She took a misstep on her bad ankle and halted in her tracks, taking a brief moment to recover from the jolt of pain.

“Are you alright?”

“For the hundredth time, I’m fine.” She grumbled and she slowly made her way up the stairs, leaving him at the bottom, or so she thought.

“Des?” he started to call after her, but she ignored him and continued. “Des…” he sounded more persistent than before. She hurried up to the room and felt relief as she entered, but it was short lived, as he bound up the stairs behind her and entered as well.

“I said leave me alone, god damnit!” she snapped.

“Des, you’re bleeding.” He sounded worried. She looked at the gunshot wound on her left arm and sighed, seeing that it was starting to bleed some, but not horribly. She was unsure if the wound on her back was bleeding, but she was sure she would manage somehow.

“I can take care of it.” She went to walk on more, but started to feel off balance, and her limbs started to feel like they weighed a hundred pounds. She took another step in the direction of the bed, and her knee buckled some, but she did her best to hide it. She wondered why she was starting to feel like her body was giving up on her, and then she remembered that she hadn’t taken her medications in a while, and her body was reminding her of that. Another light-headed step and she stumbled forward, catching herself with her hands firmly planted on the bed, otherwise she probably would have hit the ground. “Shit…” she huffed to herself and grit her teeth. She was humiliated.

“Let me help.” He offered.

“No!” she put her hand out in his direction, “I can take care of myself.” And then another racking pain hit her, this time in her belly and she bent over, placing her hands on her knees and groaning. This was the new norm for her.

“You’re in pain.” Steve pointed out the obvious.

“I’m always in pain!” she yelled, and as soon as the words left her mouth, she was weak. She was done. She was done fighting, with him, with her own body, with everything. She started to pity herself all over again. She sighed and let her head hang, feeling defeated.

“Please…” his voice was soft and soothing, and she slowly lifted her gaze to him, to see the concern in his face, “Tell me how to help you.” She drew in a deep breath and slowly let it out, trying to calm herself and steady her trembling body. Being upset or stressed only made it all worse, she knew that by now. What other choice did she have? Slowly, she lifted her arm to point to her back across the room.

“I need my bag.” She spoke quietly.

Steve hurried over to her bag and brought it over to her, but upon handing it to her she lost some of her grip, and the bag fell out of her hand, popping open as it hit the floor and spilling the evidence of her agony. Several pill bottles came tumbling out, rolling across the floor out of her reach, each one rattling and mocking her with the sound of their contents shaking. There was the evidence for him to see, spread out on the floor in front of him, just in case she didn’t feel completely defeated prior to that moment. She closed her eyes and turned away, not wanting to see the judgement on his face. But he didn’t speak, he was silent. The entire room fell silent.

“So…” she had to break the deafening silence, “Now you know. This is what I am now.” She paused and drew in a deep breath, “This is my life. This is what keeps my body functioning, or at least the little bit it does.” She stopped speaking, every word out of her mouth dripped with angst to the point where she couldn’t stand the taste of it. She shook her head angrily and clenched her teeth, the very thought of him seeing her like this, at the lowest point she had ever been, burned her to her core.

But before she could speak again, she watched him rush around the room, picking up all the free bottles of pills for her. Her eyes followed him as he moved, perplexed by his generosity, especially with their history she couldn’t understand how or why this man still came to her aide. His face showed no emotion as he worked, placing bottles on the bed spread in front of her before turning to gather the rest. Once he completed the task, he took a step back from her space, almost like he was waiting to see what she would do next. She sighed and slowly maneuvered her way to sit on the edge of the bed and began the tedious task of opening the various bottles and collecting the correct number of pills. Still, he did not abandon her, instead he walked over to the nightstand and picked up her glass of water which was half empty and stale from the night before. He hurried out of the room, giving her a moment to herself to finish her task before he came back in with a full glass of fresh water. He innocently handed it to her while she held a palm full of medication in her free hand.

She looked up at him, and he looked down at her, and no words were exchanged. Instead, she sat the glass down and proceeded to pop half of the pills into her mouth before picking up the glass to take a large swig of water. She repeated the process with the remaining pills and set the water down roughly. At that moment she knew she still had to clean her wounds, but she needed a minute to compose herself. She was embarrassed, her pride was severely bruised, and she awaited his next move or words, but he remained still and quiet. The silence and weight of the moment was grinding on her and she felt the need to speak up.

“Are you satisfied?” she piped up in a small voice. He didn’t reply right away.

“Is that the kind of person you think I am?” his tone matched hers at first, “Have I ever given you a reason to believe that I’m that kind of man?” his tone grew louder and stricter.

Now she had to think about an answer. He was right, it was not his character to be that cruel, however she had seen this new darker side of him since they started their trip. Maybe she was reading him wrong, or maybe he wasn’t even aware of how he was being. Typical men are guilty of lacking that insight, did he fall into that category as well?

“This entire trip has been less than pleasant, Steve.” She answered carefully, hoping to make her point without pointing fingers. She saw him put his hands on his hips and nod to himself. There was another moment of silence between them.

“I know,” he sounded a bit ashamed, and she involuntarily looked up at him in shock. “I know there are times I let it get to me…but, you have to understand,” he tried to choose his words carefully, “this isn’t easy for me either.” He slowly took a seat on the foot of the bed, not facing her, but close enough for them to see each other anyway. “I don’t think we can keep going on like this. Trying to pretend nothing ever happened, or that we are completely over everything that happened.”

More silence.

“I used to love you.” He said it so meekly that she had to replay the words in her own mind. Something about his statement made her heart ache. “And…I honestly think you used to love me too.”

“I did.” She had to muster the very words out of her mouth. It was the truth.

“So…what happened?” he asked her innocently. She had to stop a think about it, even though she had gone over the whole situation in her head many times before.

“I don’t know.” She sounded just as meek as he did.

“I know we can’t expect to be that way with one another again,” he paused, “But we should at least try to be civil. And I mean, really try this time around.” He suddenly found his voice, “It’s not like we actually hate each other, right?” he questioned her, and she didn’t answer right away. It’s not that she had to think about it, maybe it was just because she was still a little bitter. “Des?”

“You’re right.” She gave in.

“So, we shouldn’t be fighting.” He paused once again, “You know I’m trying to get you to safety, and I only want what’s best for you, despite everything that has happened.”

“I’ve changed, Steve.” She suddenly felt the urge to remind him, and she cut him off before he could continue. She saw him turn from the foot of the bed and look right at her. “I’m not the same person.”

“I know,” he replied simply, “And I don’t think anyone should expect you to be the same person. However, the Desirae I know, would never change completely.” He had to work that in there, didn’t he? She gave him a slight glance. “You’ve always been stubborn and wanted to do things the hard way. And I think, for some reason, you’re going about all of this the same way.”

Could he have been right? Was she just choosing not to recover? At the same time, how could he say that to her? He didn’t even know all of what she had been through, the pain, the loss, the struggle and the shame was all of her burden, not his. Was she not allowing herself to heal?

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” She lightly fussed with him.

“I know you’ve been through something terrible, but at the same time you need to be grateful and acknowledge that, yes, it did happen, and of course it’s been difficult, but despite it all, you’re still here.” He started to try and lift her spirits. “Of course, you’re not back to normal, but you will be eventually. Allow yourself to heal without hating yourself for it. And stop fighting those who just want to help.” He hesitated, “Like me. I’m here. You know I’m here to help. But you have to ease up and just be thankful.”

“Thankful for what? That you’re here? That I’m alive to walk around with the scars and the pain?” she began to get upset. This conversation was too close to the nerve for her to sit there and listen.

“But you’re alive!” he raised his voice as he turned completely to look at her. “You’re alive and the scars and the pain won’t be there forever, unless you allow it!”

She had reached her breaking point. That was enough of his fake positivity for her. He had no idea how hard it was, unless she showed him. Maybe that’s what she needed to do, to show him how terrible it all was. He had been through his struggles, but not this struggle, not this one she knew all too well and faced every single day. Without taking the time to think through her actions, she stood up and rushed over to stand in front of him. She hastily undid the ties of her robe and ripped the fabric off of her skin, exposing herself to him in a flash, all of herself. He sat there and stared at her, baffled with wide eyes. And she saw his eyes tracing along the jagged, scarred skin on her body.

“THIS is what I am now!” she yelled, but then lowered her voice in disgrace. “Who the hell are you to tell me how to live my life and how to live with my pain when you don’t have to look at this every day?” his eyes fell to the floor, then back at her body reluctantly, and she saw his mood sink. “This is me. This is what I live with. A pill for everything, the pain, the healing, to fight off infection, to keep my blood pumping through scarred veins. I can’t eat a full meal without hurting after. I can’t stay in one position for too long while I sleep due to circulation issues.” She took deep breath, “And the migraines…” she grimaced at the thought of them, “An unwanted side effect of all of those pills. And then there are more pills to counter the side effects!” the words just kept coming without much thought, “There’s no real coping with it. I shouldn’t drink…I still do, but still, I shouldn’t. It messes me up entirely, as you’ve seen. Drugs are a joke, like I need to put more chemicals in my body. Although I’ve tried.” She admitted and continued, “I can’t even get off like I used to. Doctors said it’s definitely the pills, but what’s more important, pain killers, feeling better, or a good orgasm? Some days, I wonder. It’s been months.” Steve’s eyes left her body and went up to her face, he looked like he was beginning to understand. “So, I ate junk food. Made me sick, made me fat, hell I’ve gained over twenty pounds but what does it matter? I don’t have to be fit anymore! I have no job!”

The words came back and hit her in the face. She had no real job. Since Fury had sent her away, that was it. Maybe her job was how she coped with all of her stress before the accident. It gave her purpose. And not being a commander was never an option for her, until recently. She was no longer useful, so maybe she was letting her body stay that way. The realization shut her up and stopped her rant. Steve took the opportunity to stand from where he was sitting and look her in the face. He reached out his hands and grasped the sides of her robe, pulling it closed and over her naked body. She suddenly felt insecure, the man who once enjoyed seeing her naked was covering her up. This was only more proof of how ugly she had become, and that he no longer had any desire for her. Or was he simply trying to stop her pity party? She couldn’t blame him for either scenario. Once she closed her arms over the robe, keeping it closed, she blinked away the burning in her eyes and looked back at his face, trying to get a read on him. It was impossible.

“Only you can decide how to heal from this. Nobody can make that decision, but you.” His tone was soft, even though his words carried so much weight. She searched his face one last time, wanting to know what he was thinking, what he was feeling, but he remained stoic. He slowly walked away from her, crossing the room and then closing the door behind himself. She stood there alone, in complete silence, taking in his words. He was right. And she knew he was right.

Previous chapter here. Next chapter here.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers fanfic #chris evans #chris evans fanfic #mcu fan fiction #captain america fan fiction

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AN: stop f,aing ok hargrid is a pedo 2 a lot of ppl in amerikan skoolz r lik dat I wunted 2 adres da ishu! how du u no snap iant kristian plus hargrid isn't really in luv wif ebony dat was sedric ok!

I am making a terrible mistake and I thought she made Hargrid a student at one point … Also i’m crying cause I didn’t understand most of that AN

I was about to slit my wrists again with the silver knife that Drago had given me in case anything happened to him. He had told me to use it valiantly against an enemy but I knew that we must both go together.

when... when did Malfoy give her the knife … when did that happen

"NO!" I THOUGHT IT WAS HAIRgrid but it was Vampire. He started to scream. "OMFG! NOOOOO! MY SCAR HURTS!" and then….. his eyes rolled up! You could only see his red whites.

I stopped. "How did u know?"

"I saw it! And my scar turned back into the lightning bolt!"

wait... was Enovy going to kill herself in a room full of people where did everyone else go

"Anyway my scar hurt and it turned back into the lightning bolt! Save me! then I had a vision of what was happening to Draco….Volfemort has him bondage!"

kinky

Anyway I was in the school nurse's office now recovering from my slit wrists. Snap and Loopin and HAHRID were there too. They were going to St. Mango's after they recovered cause they were pedofiles and you can't have those fucking pervs teaching in a school with lots of hot gurlz. Dumbledore had constipated the cideo camera they took of me naked. I put up my middle finger at them.

But you can have them in the same room as the girl they spied on? I think logic went out the window there.

"Enoby I need to tell u somethnig." he said in a v. serious voice, giving me the roses.

"Fuck off." I told him. "You know I fucking hate the color pink anyway, and I don't like fucked up preps like you." I snapped. Hargrid had been mean to me before for being gottik.

"No Enoby." Hargrid says. "Those are not roses."

"What, are they goffs too you poser prep?" I asked cause I was angry that he had brought me pink roses.

"I saved your life!" He yelled angrily. "No you didn't I replied." "You saved me from getting a Paris Hilton p- video made from your shower scene and being vued by Snap and Loopin." Who MASTABATED (c is dat speld rong) to it he added silently.

"Whatever!" I yelled angirly.

He pointed his wand at the pink roses. "These aren't roses." He suddenly looked at them with an evil look in his eye and muttered Well If you wanted Honesty that's all you haD TO SAY! .

"That's not a spell that's an MCR song." I corrected him wisely.

"I know, I was just warming up my vocal cordes." Then he screamed. "Petulus merengo mi kremicli romacio(4 all u cool goffic mcr fans out, there, that is a tribute! specially for raven I love you girl!)imo noto okayo!"

And then the roses turned into a huge black flame floating in the middle of the air. And it was black. Now I knew he wasn't a prep.

Have you ever read someing something and just felt your braincells rot away... also glad we sorted out that Hargrod wasn’t a prep.

"OK I believe you now wtf is Drako?"

“why is Draco & who is Draco” glad we sorted that out

Hairgrid rolled his eyes. I looked into the balls of flame but I could c nothing.

"U c, Enobby," Dumblydore said, watching the two of us watching the flame. "2 c wht iz n da flmes(HAHA U REVIEWRS FLAMES GEDDIT) u mst find urslf 1st, k?"

no comment

dUMBLydore lookd shockd. I guess he didn't have a headache or else he would have said something back.

That was actually rather funny

"Hi." he said in a depressed way. "Hi back." I said in an wqually said way.

We both looked at each other for some time. Harry had beautiful red gothic eyes so much like Dracos. Then… we jumped on each other and started screwing each other.

WHAT THE FUCK and right in the middle of Care of Magical creatures class to.

"STOP IT NOW YOU HORNY SIMPLETONS!" shouted Professor McGoggle who was watching us and so was everyone else.

That's what you get for screwing each other in the middle of class

"Vampire you fucker!" I said slapping him. "Stop trying to screw me. You know I loved Draco!" I shouted and then I ran away angrily.

……………..

Just then he started to scream. "OMFG! NOOOOO! MY SCAR HURTS!" and then….. his eyes rolled up! You could only see his red whites.

"NO!" I ran up closer.

"I thought you didn't have a scar anymore!" I shouted.

"I do but Diabolo changed it into a pentagram for me and I always cover it up with foundation." he said back. "Anyway my scar hurt and then I had a vision of what was happening to Draco….Volfemort has him bondage!"

That already happened... why is she repeating this what the fuck she even spelled Voldemorts name wrong the same way

#MyImmortalLB #tw: sucide mention #………………………….#this fucking fic

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skeletorific · 7 years

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I want to apologize in advance for this

blame @socanonitsreal

kinda nsfwish under the cut? You’ll get it in a second

Chapter One

Hi my name is The Great and Terrible and Maleficent Papyrus and I speak in all caps Papyrus font (that’s how I got my name) and an edgy ripped up red scarf that reaches my mid-back and icy white eyelights like limpid headlights and a lot of people tell me I look like Gaster (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). [[I’m not related to Mettaton but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a skeleton but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white bones. I’m also a member of the Royal Guard, and I live in a magic city called Snowdin in the Underground where I’m in charge (I’m twenty-six). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Mettaton’s Store and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black battle body with matching spikes around it and black leather pants, red scarf and black combat boots. I was wearing red gloves,, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Snowdin. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of dogs stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

“Hey Papyrus!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was….Jerry!

“What’s up Jerry?” I asked.

“Nothing.” he said shyly.

But then, I heard my brother call me and I had to go away.

Chapter 2:

The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some lasagna sauce from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather shirt, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my brow bone, and put my scarf in a kind of messy knot.

My brother, Sans (AN: Brother dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. He licked his long bright golden tooth and opened his red and white eyes. He put on his Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black jacket, fishnets and red converse with spikes. We put on our makeup ( white foundation and black eyeliner.)

“OMFG, I saw you talking to Jerry yesterday!” he said excitedly.

“Yeah? So?” I said, blushing.

“Do you like Jerry?” he asked as we went out of the house and into Snowdin.

“No I so fucking don’t!” I shouted.

“Yeah right!” he exclaimed. Just then, Jerry walked up to me.

“Hi.” he said.

“Hi.” I replied flirtily.

“Guess what.” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, Good Mettaton is having a concert in Hotland.” he told me.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” I screamed. I love Mettaton. He iz my favorite band, besides MCR. “Well…. do you want to go with me?” he asked.

I gasped.

Chapter Three

On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather battlebody with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my spikes and made them look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop marrowing and I listened to some Mettaton. I painted my phalanxes black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. I didn’t put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some monster blood so I was ready to go to the concert.

I went outside. Jerry was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a Shyren t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).

“Hi Jerry!” I said in a depressed voice.

“Hi Papyrus.” he said back. We walked into the River Person’s black boat (the license plate said 666) and rowed to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Mettaton and Shyren. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the boat. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Mettaton.

“You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life.” sang Mettaton (I don’t own da lyrics 2 dat song).

“Mettaton is so fucking hot.” I said to Jerry, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.

Suddenly Jerry looked sad.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.

“Hey, it’s ok I don’t like him better than YOU!” I said.

“Really?” asked Jerry sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.

“Really.” I said. “Besides I don’t even know Mettaton and he hangs out with Dr fucking Alphys. I fucking hate that little bitch.” I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly yellow face.

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Jerry. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Mettaton and Shyren for their autographs and photos with them. We got Mettaton concert tees. Jerry and I crawled back into the boat, but Jerry didn’t go back into Snowdin, instead he directed the boat into………………………New Home!

Chapter Four-

“JERRY!” I shouted. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

Jerry didn’t answer but he stopped the boat and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously.

“What the fucking hell?” I asked angrily.

“Papyrus?” he asked.

“What?” I snapped.

Jerry leaned in extra-close and I looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn’t feel mad anymore.

And then…………… suddenly just as I Jerry kissed me passionately. Jerry climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a building. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my scarf. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! ” I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my bony body became all warm. And then….

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!”

It was……………………………………………………Asgore!

#i am trash #this is why they call me cringe #i could not resist #there may be more to come

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nerdyskeleton · 7 years

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omg imagine simon getting instead of nahyuta in an assassination attempt like, dude gets the wrong person, or simon steps into a shot or something and he's like, ready to walk it off and give the person a piece of his mind and meanwhile yuta is mcfreaking out because "simon please sit stil there is a bullet in your shoulder omfg what do i--what do you mean SO?!--i--no you can have five minutes to find the guy simon what???"

HOLY SHIIIIT I saw this when I woke up randomly at 2:30 in the morning and then couldn’t fall back to sleep I was thinking too much about this a;lkjsdf

Things had been going rather poorly for Simon lately. It had all been soterrible that, really, getting shot in the shoulder seemed like a minorinconvenience to him for some time.

Finding a few days they were both free was beyond a hassle, so it had beenover a month since he had last seen Nahyuta. When they finally picked thedates, his stupid flight to Khura’in kept getting delayed, and it was sodelayed that by the time he had gotten there, Nahyuta was unable to greet himas he usually did.

Therefore, he was stuck with Princess Rayfa for far too long. Amara woulddrop by to hang around and chat with her son’s boyfriend, occasionally. Simonmade it a point to treat her with as little respect as possible, since he wouldnot allow himself to be intimidated by his filthy monk boyfriend’s mother forone moment. There were guests at the palace that Simon had to be wary around,too. It felt like it would be impossible for them to find a quiet moment alonetogether. As luck would have it, the monk had a few free hours to be draggedabout the bazaar. Simon loved learning about the culture of this still-strangeforeign land, even though it rather bored Nahyuta – he ran the damn place,after all.

Fine, at least, until a shot echoed rudely like a firework set off tooearly.

Two thoughts popped into Simon’s head: 1) “when will Fool Bright gettingshot in the head leave me in peace,” 2) “is Nahyuta okay?” A third suddenthought of blinding, stinging pain fought for center stage, but Simon focusedon finding Nahyuta. He was thankfully where Simon had left him, standing just afew feet away. They looked at each other like a couple of fools.

“I’ve just been shot,” Simon said. He touched at his shoulder in an attemptto alleviate some of the agony blooming there, but it only caused him more pain and a bloodied hand. “Who thefuck shot me?” He whirled around,eyes scanning the rooftops to try and find the sneaky bastard.

Nahyuta snapped, “Keep your voice down!” He pulled on his good arm, a stripof cloth from his pure white jacket hanging in his hands. Without warning, hepressed it to Simon’s shoulder.

“Christ, fuck, Nahyuta!” Simon flungaway from the monk, stumbling only slightly from the pain and genuine annoyancethat this had happened.

“Yes, it hurts, I know,” he said soothingly.

“Because you’ve made it worse!” He dodged Nurse Nahyuta again, choosingagain to look for his possible assailant.

“Come, let’s go, you need to sit down-”

“Just give me a minute,” he hissed, pulling away from his medically ineptboyfriend. “I have to find whoever did this.”

Nahyuta was not a fan of this plan, judging from how deep his frown was.“Simon, you have just been shot.”

“So? I am barely-”

“So!” Nahyuta mimicked. “Some unknown attacker just attempted to mortallywound you, and you are planning on finding them to do what? You can’t wag amenacing finger at them, since they just shotyou in the shoulder! I cannot allowyou to run off by yourself just so you can beat up someone with poor aim. I’llkick in their nose for you, Simon. Now please,we need to get you-”

“No, it’s fine – I barely feel it anymore.”

“You barely feel the gunshot wound to your shoulder?”

“Yes, it’s perfectly fine.” They stared at each other again, with Nahyutastill holding a half bloodied strip of cloth in his hands. Simon bolted downthe street down the street, but goddamn Nahyuta was faster and caught onto hiscoat before Simon could move much (he was told later that he wasn’t moving veryquickly at all). He was unceremoniously dragged off down a few streets to bleedout onto poor Justice’s couch until help arrived and the would-be assassin wastaken into custody.

Hours later, Amara came to welcome him to the club of survivingassassination attempts, as well as inform him that Nahyuta had apparently notbeen the target. The assailant confessed to poor eyesight and poor aim fromshaky fingers, so the moron thought Simon was one of the visiting heads ofstate. Christ, Pearl Fey would make a better assassin than this person. Simon’smood was further soured to find this out, and he was ready to head home, sincethe bullshit universe was telling him he should not be here. He had spent thelast few hours being poked and prodded with cold, unfamiliar fingers andmedical tools, and he really just wanted to go to sleep. Preferably withNahyuta next to him.

The man entered the room a while later, speaking on the phone.

“Ah, yes, I do - …well, no, he didn’t take it for me, you see, it was – yes…I’m, I know, excuses aren’t goodenough…”

Nahyuta was uncharacteristically meek. Who was he speaking with?

“He’s fine and awake, if you’d – ah, yes, all right!” He practically ranacross the room to shove the phone into Simon’s hands and backing away like itwas a bomb.

“Who is this?” he asked, shifting against the tight bandage wrapped aroundhis mid-section.

“Athena.”

A shiver rattled him as he threw the phone back, demanding Nahyuta tell herthat he just dropped dead unexpectedly.

“He says he’s dead,” Nahyuta said into the phone. Simon could hear Athenashouting something, and Nahyuta held the phone away to tell him that he hadjust been forbidden from seeing Nahyuta or visiting Khura’in again.

He settled as comfortably as he could into the pillows. “I certainly won’tbe returning anytime soon,” he answered. “Especially if I’ll be shot at leftand right.”

The monk huffed but slid into bed next to him, positioning himself so thatSimon could slump against his thighs. Nahyuta stuttered weakly as Athenashouted at him, absently carding his fingers through his thick black hair. Gettingshot was certainly not great, but a doting Nahyuta was almost worth it.

#asks #ace attorney #blackmadhi #simon blackquill #nahyuta sahdmadhi #I love hurting everyone #thanks for sending this anon!#it was fun to think about all day #but also sorry it took a while!#writing #Anonymous

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1a-little-obsessed1-blog · 7 years

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School with the MAGCON boys pt 1

hey im Zahra. im 15 born and brought up in London, England. my father travels alot for work which means i have to go with him, my mother isnt here with me anymore she died while giving birth to me but ive learnt to stop thinking bout her as much...im proud of my father, although i may have been an accident he doesn't treat me like one, he treats me amazingly he’s been there for me through thick and thin, hes taught me so much and when we’re traveling from country to country ive been enrolled in so many classes, including self defense classes to help myself become a stronger female as a whole. I have the grades of a high level collage students so im basically never behind on my studies. my father had me at age 17 with my mum who was 16 at the time, they had the most beautiful love story yet so real, my father a man of his word, a gentleman he charmed my mother and they had me. after i was born my father didnt know what to do so i lived with my grandparents most of my life seeing my father come home from school tired but he always smiled when he saw me.

more on school. I was moving to a highschool in Chicago,i was looking forward to it but i felt that i would be very left out, i was the dork. my hair was black, long, thick and wavy with a few red highlights, my eyes were dark and my lashes were long. i had a very petite body, tiny waist and small hips. i was a decent height only 5′7ft one could cal me innocent and i agree its ture heck i haven't even had my first kiss yet!

the school i went to was more of a local school with the usual crownds from what i could tell. There were the Jocks, popular bitchy girls, the nerds, emo’s and the “freaks”. i walk in with my Dad i wore blue jeans, a white top, bomber jacket, white vans, a small hand bag and my huge geeky glasses. i didnt wear much make up just a bit of eyeliner and highlighter. We were given a tour of the school, it wasnt that big but i knew i was still gonna get lost.

i get to my first lesson late. as always. I knock on the door and enter. “oh, and who must you be sweetie?” said the teacher at the front.

“hello, im Zahra im new here.” i say, my British accent standing out.

“ok hunny! go have a seat and ill be right with you im Miss Dina,”

I Nod and take a seat at the back. that was the only available seat. i adjust my glasses and get a pen, pencil and ruler out of my bag. i look around realizing there were a few familiar faces. That’s when it hit me, i realized there were a few viners here, Matthew Espinosa, Jack J and Shawn Mendes. i look to my left and felt a tingly sensation in my stomach as i took a closer look at who sat right beside me. Nash Grier. OMFG i felt really shy but then i snapped out of my shock and returned to what the teacher was saying.”Now Class who can Name the three enzymes needed for digestion along with their uses?”

my hand shot right up in the air without me thinking. “Yes Zahra?”

“the first enzyme is Carbohydrase this breaks down starch and sugar, the second is Protease this breaks down proteins and lastly is lipase this breaks downs Fats and Lipids.”

“Excellent!”

i felt everyone’s eyes piercing at me i could feel my face slowly becoming a tomato. i felt really panicky and queasy, my panic attacks were bad but i didnt need one now of all times, ive barley been in the classroom 20 mins. i started to lower my adrenaline levels and i slowly returned to my normal state. I was given an exercise book to write in but i didnt need it. my grades were amazing and i already knew all of this. but i still wrote as much as i could. it was about 5 mins until the lesson was over so i started packing my things up.i reaching my bag and looked at my planner, it was a small planner but it was sentimental to me it had pictures of me and my classmates in France, Germany, Beijing and Poland. I missed them but i cant get attached to people too quickly. its not good for me at all. I flip through the pages to see if i had any empty time slots that’s when i saw a particular name pop up (my dad writes stuff in here to keep me on track) says the Jhonson family are coming for a meeting. i mean it was cool but i was praying that it wasn’t the family of the person who i think it is. I her my pencil drop on the floor and i lean under the table to look for it. “uh.. here.” i look up and Nash was holding the pencil. i take it from him and put it in my bag. “Thanks...”

“So your british?”

“yeah. well i havn’t seen London in 6 years...” I reply.

“ what do you mean?” he asked me.

“I Travel alot, so i go to a few different schools in different countries, but im usually home schooled if my dad is free.”

the bell rings and our class was dismissed. I head out of the classroom and start walking through the hallway, i see a crowd of guys. i push through them minding my own business before i hear a few murmers. “Thats the new chick!” another voice said “Damn she looks finee” i hear another say “She’s probably a hoe” i feel anger build up inside me waiting to be released. but i just keep walking faster and faster.

----Later----

It’s lunch time and im alone. So much for being socially awkward. I had a lunch packed in my bag, Salad and water along with a small can of pringles. i look for somewhere to sit but everywhere was taken... i felt like shit but then again Having no one to leave is better than having a ton of friends who ill have to say goodbye to. I feel a light tap on my shoulder i turn around and see a girl she looked a little older than me but definitely around 16 or 17. she had curly hair and freckles.”Hey! I haven’t seen you around are you new..?” she says with a bit of cheer in her voice. “Why yes im Zahra, and you are?” i ask her. “My name is Mahogany LOX im 16 you ca Call me LOX, your accent is adorable!!”she squeals. “Thanks...” i say. “come sit with me and Shawn.”

I followed her to a table where she sat down next to Shawn. she introduced me to him and we all were like bestfriends.. the vibes they were giving out were so warm and positive. I talked to them about life and school and about who i am and what i like to do. i felt like i could talk to them for hours. We ended up swapping numbers at the end of lunch. my last lesson of the day was calculus which meant more stuff i already knew.

----end of the day----

it seemed like Mahogany and Shawn got along with everyone but i seemed to be the awkward one. i was walking out to the parking lot of the school when im approached by Jack G. “Hello there...”

“Uh.. hi?” i say

“So you wanna met up some time late and go to my place?” he says with an arrogant tone.

“Sorry im not Netflix and chill sessions and by the way i dont think im gonna let you into my pants that quickly.” I say.

he attempts to put his arms aroung my waist before my fighting instincts kick in and i grab his hand and twist it. he shrieked in pain and moved aside.

“So i see your playing hard to get...” he says with a little bit of annoyance in his voice.

“No i just dont fall for fuckboys like you.” i walk to my bike and cycle home.

i get home and put my helmet on a little table by the front door. “PaPa are you home?!” i shout across the house.

“im in the kitchen hunny! go put something nice on we have guests coming over!” My dad says.

“Ok dad but promise me you wont bring up anything to do with my grades” i say.

“how can i not when i have such an amazing daugher?” he asks.

“whatever dad im going upstairs see ya in 5 mins”

i run up to my room and look through my cupboard. i choose a pastel blue dress with a pair of black tights and i put my hair up in a pony tail leaving my fringe out.. i run downstairs and join my dadin the kitchen. i sit on a chair and watch him cook. “so how was your first day?” he asks.

“a bit awkward at first but actually pretty good. and i made two friends.” i say with a little grin on my face.

“Any boys?” he asks with a bit of sarcasm in his tone.

“Dad if there were i would’ve told you, but as i said for the millionth time, guys aren’t into me im ugly.” my cheer went down and he turned around and hugged me.

“my beautiful girl is growing up thinking she’s ugly? im a terrible father!!!”

“No papa your an amazing dad!”

“My baby girl is growing up... i will always love you. you look just like your mother. you know that right?” i see his eyes glisten with tears.

“I know dad... i know. now dont cry otherwise im gonna get emotional!” i say trying to put a little bit of humor into the situation.

“Well i thnk ive passed on the wrong genes. have fun dealing with being an emotional wreck.” i see him smiling and i giggle.

the door bell rings and i run to answer the door and i see a woman with a smile on her face standing there holding the hand of who i presume was her husband, and right there i saw...Jack.

“Mr and Mrs Jhonson?” i plastered a fake smile and shook their hands. my dad came from no where and escorted them to the dining room. I walk tot the dining room and get my phone out before my dad starts speaking. “This is my daughter Zahra shes just been enrolled iin our local Highschool.”

“She’s in my biology class” Says Jack.

i look up and look back down at my phone and start texting Mahogany.but no reply. i go up to my room and sit downon the windowsill as i watch the clouds slowly shift out of sight. i sit there for about 20 min until i hear knocking on the door.i walk over to the door and open it. “Hey..” jack said leaning on the door frame.

“What do you want?” i say slightly annoyed.

“just wanna chill...” he says trying to act cool.

“Well i have better things to do and besides do you really wanna end up like your friend or worse?” i say slamming the door.

---- 2 hours later ----

Finally they’re gone and now i can return to my normal life. i get ready for bed and put on my “more revealing” night wear on. i fall asleep at 9:30 setting alarm for 6:30.

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