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turntechgoddesshead · 3 years

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heyoo can you make hcs about sick sal (& larry if you want to) where they are sick and their s/o does everything for them and how they feel about that (like they bring them the stuff from school but first of all they stay by their side and try everything to make them feel better make soup and give cuddles)

Okay, so I was on my break today when I saw this and when I tell you I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day. I was in the middle of decorating a cookie cake and I dissociated too hard and messed up my boarder. So I hope you like it. I Was planning on doing Larry but i’m actually so tired lololol i worked like 11 hours today and i’m ready for bed. I’llhave to make up for it by just writing him a whole fanfic,

Sally

· This boy is so sweet okay, don’t even get me started.

· He wouldn’t even tell you that he was sick, probably because he just doesn’t want you to worry about him.

· This of course just causes you to worry even more, especially when he doesn’t show up to school.

· So you and Larry go around to all of his classes and get his work for him. You probably would have considered it a fun time if you weren’t so worried sick about him :(

· His dad is at work when you get there so you let yourself in and make your way to his room.

· The poor boy is laying in his bed, facing the wall and his blue hair a mess against the pillow below him with Gizmo laying in the space where his legs bend at the knee.

· You see that his Prosthetic is sitting on his side table, which means that he’s probably sleeping and wasn’t expecting company.

· To be honest, I feel like it would take Sal a loooooong time to even consider showing someone his face, romantic relationship or not, since the prosthetic is basically an extension of himself, or at least this is how I think he would feel.

· That being said, you would sit down on the bed facing away from him(Obviously you don’t care what Sal looks like, you just look away in respect and so he feels comfortable. He’ll show once he’s ready), gently placing a hand on his shoulder to bring him out of his deep sleep.

· He would take a minute to wake up, but eventually he would realize the situation and scramble to put it on.

· “Sal, are you alright? Everyone at school is worried.”

· He would probably get sheepish and shrug, unable to find an excuse, but lets be real, you wouldn’t have any of it.

· You would worriedly place your hand on the back of his neck, feeling that he was burning up and probably a little sticky from sweat.

· He’d try to talk to you, but you would probably find out pretty quickly that his throat is all scratchy and it’s hard for him to talk.

· So you simply shush him and put his hair up in a pony tail to get it off the back of his neck. (I personally always have a scrunchie around my wrist because of my ungodly amount of hair, but If you don’t, I feel like you would always carry them because someone will always need one ex. Larry, Ash and Sal)

· You give him a sweet peck on the top of his head and whisper for him to lay back down.

· He does as he’s told and lays back down and pulls Gizmo into his chest, while you get to work.

· I get the feeling that his dad doesn’t cook all that much.

· I don’t necessarily blame him. He’s a working single father, so there probably aren’t too many ingredients left about in the kitchen.

· Lucky for you though, there is Just add water! Readymade soup.

· Usually this stuff’s gross, so I imagine you would probably make it your own with a few different spices and anything you could scrounge up.

· Once the soups done, you’d let it cool before plating it and bringing it to him.

· When you take it to him, he’s already started on his school work, going through the notes and doing all of his homework with Gizmo in his lap.

· Its so cute you could drop the bowl of soup.

· DO NOT DROP THE SOUP

· You make your way over, scooping the fat cat out of his lap and replace him with the soup.

· “It’ll help your throat,” You smile at him as you scooch your way onto the bed beside him.

· The soup is bomb, bc the love of his life made it duh.

· He finishes the whole thing and sighs, as the warmth of the soup relieves his poor sore throat. :( Poor sal.

· I don’t think Sal is really used to being ‘taken care of’ since his dad is away so often, so he would probably be a little sheepish about it. Not embarrassed so to say, just a little sheepish.

· “Thanks,” He would manage out, his voice clearly trying to hide the fact that he was so flustered below his false face.

· “Anything for you love.”

#sally face #Sal Fisher #Sally Fisher #Sally x Reader headcanons #larry johnson #larry johnson x reader #i promise i'll do larry eventually #Sal Fisher x reader

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august-anon · 3 years

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On Love’s Light Wings

Alright if you’ve look at my blog the past three days you’d know that I’ve been obsessively rereading Carry On/finally reading Wayward Son lol.

I wrote this inbetween finishing Carry On and starting Wayward Son yesterday, so it’s not really canon compliant with how we learn their relationship has been fairing in the interim, but who cares because that’s all pain and I’m here to write about fluff lol.

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Fandom: Carry On/Simon Snow

Ship(s): SnowBaz

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Simon/Ler!Baz

Word Count: 2887 words

Summary: Simon and Baz are having a quiet moment together under the stars, and Baz discovers something interesting about Simon's wings.

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Baz

Things became a right mess, after the whole ordeal with the Mage and the goatherd (Ebb, Snow would tell me. Her name was Ebb.) and the Humdrum.

We were questioned and carted around, barely getting a chance to breathe. Everyone wanted to know what happened, and once they knew, it was time to get the kids out of the way so the adults could handle it.

I went home to my family. Snow went home with Bunce.

It was hard for a while, getting a chance to see each other. Simon and I would steal moments, when we were called to meetings together. We would sneak away, hold hands. Sometimes we would kiss.

But Simon had drawn back. I wasn’t surprised, with everything that had happened, I would’ve been more surprised if he hadn’t. But he drew into himself and wouldn’t come back, and I didn’t know how to help. Kisses were chaste and brief, hand-holding was tight and desperate, and most everything else was off the table.

He’d flinch away from my touch anywhere else.

It had hurt, but I had spent nearly half my lifetime hurting for Snow. I could do it a little while longer. And my patience paid off. Snow healed, albeit slowly. He started letting us -- me and Bunce, he had even shut her out after everything -- back in. I was able to see him more often, sneaking away from Watford for the weekends. I was allowed to place my hand in the middle of his back, on his neck, his stomach, his sides, his legs.

But there were two things I could never touch (or maybe it was three, if you counted them as separate limbs), that no one could ever touch, and frankly, I couldn’t find it in myself to blame Snow for that. His wings and his tail were a delicate matter. A harsh reminder. I teased him about them once and he didn’t speak to me for three weeks. I’ve learned my lesson now, I won’t tease him about them until he’s ready.

We’re curled up on the hood of my car, now, the echoing heat of the previously-running engine keeping us warm in the chilly early-spring night. Well, keeping Snow warm. Vampires don’t need to keep warm like humans do. We’re already so cold.

I’ve got my arms wrapped around him -- in the middle of his back, carefully placed in the space between where the bases of his wings end and where his tail sprouts from his tailbone -- and he’s got his head on my chest and we’re staring up at the sky. I don’t think either of us has said anything since we got situated on the hood, but I don’t mind, and I doubt Simon does either.

Instead I sigh -- it ruffles his curls, makes them tickle my nose, but I don’t mind -- and pull him even closer.

Simon

I don’t think Baz knows he’s doing it. He’s got his hands between my wings and my tail -- and that’s something I’ve really appreciated these past months, Baz doesn’t push like Penny does, he doesn’t even ask when I’m going to let him touch them -- but they’re brushing up and down. I think it's a subconscious movement, because his fingers keep bumping against the base of my wings and he isn’t even reacting. Normally, he gives them a much wider berth.

I’m trying to hold still. I don’t want to break the moment, it’s peaceful and calm and quiet and everything we haven’t been able to have in a very long time, but it feels weird and it’s hard not to squirm. If I squirm, though, Baz will pull back. And he’ll ask questions. And maybe he won’t want to hold me again because he’ll be afraid of touching my wings -- not that Baz is afraid of much of anything.

But the thing is, maybe Baz isn’t afraid. Maybe he thinks my wings and tail are as weird and inconvenient as I do. Maybe he’s disgusted by them, and that’s why he’s never pushed to touch them like Penny has. Maybe he’s just being nice by staying with me as I mope around with these mutations sprouting from me.

No, that doesn’t make sense. Baz isn’t nice.

But what does make sense about our relationship?

Baz

Snow’s been slowly tensing up for minutes now. I can’t tell if he’s upset about something or just uncomfortable, and it’s infinitely harder to tell without being able to see his face. I wish I could sweep my hands up and down his back to let him know that it’s okay, but I’m not allowed to touch his wings and I’m not going to push.

Not like Bunce. I saw him shout at her the other week. Her curiosity is going to get her in trouble someday -- as if it already hasn’t.

But the thought does draw my attention to my hands, and I realize that they’re already moving. I don’t know how long they’ve been moving for. And I freeze when my fingertips brush against the base of Snow’s wings.

That’s why Simon’s been so tense.

Simon flinches when I freeze, and I try to calculate how big of a mistake I just made. I pull my hands away like I’ve been burned and Simon flinches again, this time pulling back from me.

I never apologize -- Pitches don’t apologize -- but for Simon I just might.

For Simon, I just might do a lot of things.

Simon’s bottom lip is drawn between his teeth when I’m able to finally get a glimpse of his face. He looks nervous and upset and confused, and I’m not sure what to do with that combination. Before all of this, I might’ve pushed. Tried to make him cry, upset him in every way possible because it was the only thing I knew how to do aside from love him.

I’m trying to learn how to do new things now, though.

“Simon,” I start, and he meets my eyes at the use of his first name. “I--”

But he doesn’t let me finish. He squeezes his eyes shut tight and blurts out his words like they’re vomit. Simon’s never been good with words, and that hadn’t changed in the months that they’d been dating.

“You-can-touch-them-if-you-want-to,” he says, and his words run and slur together like alphabet soup. I can barely understand him.

I stare at him, to make sure he really means it. To make sure he doesn’t feel like me or Bunce have pressured him into it, that he’s really giving me permission. Once upon a time, I wouldn’t have cared. But once upon a time, Simon didn’t love me back, and I wouldn’t go back to that time for anything.

“Unless--unless you don’t want to,” Simon tacks on, and I know what I have to do.

Instead of answering him, I slowly raise up a hand. Simon’s wings twitch and fan out, but they’re trembling like they want nothing more to squeeze back shut against his back. I move a little faster so they don’t do that before I get there.

His wings feel exactly like I expected them to. Warm and leathery. They don’t hum with magic like I expected them to, but that makes sense, because Simon’s magic is gone now. He’s never going to hum again, and I’m okay with that.

I still don’t know if he is.

Either way, he’s still my Simon.

His wings twitch more at my touch, my fingertips dragging across them. Simon makes an odd face in response, all scrunchy and kind of confused.

“All right, Simon?” I say, and it comes out softer than I meant it to.

Simon doesn’t acknowledge that. He nods. “It feels weird.”

I tilt my head. “Weird how? Weird bad?”

Simon shakes his head. “Just weird.”

I roll my eyes and make my touch a little firmer. As I continue to trail my hand across the wing, the angle gets awkward, and my touch becomes more fingernails than fingertips. Simon’s eyes bulge wide out of his head and he squeals. For the second time that night, I rip my hand away as though I’ve been burned.

“Simon?” I ask.

But Simon’s not listening to me. His eyes are locked on the wing I was touching, wide and nervous. I can’t tell if I hurt him. It’s frustrating. I don’t want to hurt him, anymore.

Simon

This is absolutely unfair. I’d managed to hide it from Baz all these years. Penelope knew -- then again, Penny knew everything, it seemed -- and Agatha suspected, but Baz never knew.

His former mortal enemy, Simon Snow, is horribly, unbearably, stupidly ticklish. (And he maybe didn’t mind it as much as he would pretend to).

And of all the things to reveal that secret, it had to be my wings. Because it wasn’t enough that the rest of me was ticklish enough that a stray poke would send me rocketing into the ceiling, my magical wings were ticklish enough that Baz’s fingertips almost sent me flying away.

“Simon,” Baz says, and something tells me it isn’t the first time he’s said it. “Are you all right?”

And I want to deflect. I want to say it felt weird, or it hurt, or literally anything but the truth, but I can’t. Because Baz’s eyes are filled with guilt -- and I’ve gotten better at that lately, reading Baz’s emotions in his eyes when he refuses to show what he’s feeling on his face -- and I know he’s beating himself up over it. He probably thinks he actually hurt me.

“Fine,” I say, then I start stammering. I finally manage to force out, “Just tickled s’all.” I immediately regret it.

Baz looks like the cat who caught the canary.

Baz

Ticklish.

Simon Snow is fucking ticklish, and I never had any clue.

It makes sense why I didn’t, we were enemies after all, and that wasn’t exactly the kind of weakness you want your enemy to know. I don’t know if I would’ve used it against Snow if I had known, though. It was a rather intimate thing to do, and I had been in the business of touching him as little as possible unless it was a punch. Touching him could be quite painful, back when I was hopelessly in love with him.

It’s not quite so hopeless anymore.

I can hardly move fast enough in my excitement to know more. My hand instinctively goes for his wing, seeing as that’s what I’d been touching when I found out, but I stop just short of touching it. I’m not sure if touching it is still allowed.

Simon’s wing twitches into my touch. Based on the way Snow’s eyes go wide, I’d say that action wasn’t entirely under his control. Seems the wings have a bit of a mind of their own, or maybe they acted off of Snow’s subconscious impulses.

But I don’t care either way. Bunce could solve that mystery, she’s the one who likes to do that sort of thing.

All I care about is exploring this new world Snow’s opened up to me.

I trail my nails across Simon’s wing again and it twitches violently as he squeals again. I wiggle my nails with a little more purpose against the leathery skin and Simon breaks into actual giggles. A hand flies up to cover his mouth and I reach out and grab it with my free one, interlacing our fingers.

“None of that,” I say. “I want to hear you.”

“Baz!” Simon squeals, but I ignore him.

I decide that wiggling my fingers around aimlessly is going to get me nowhere. No, I need to seek out the real sensitive spots. I try to pull back the hand I’m holding Simon’s with, but he squeezes it tight in his grip. He’s probably realized what I plan to do with it. He always was good at sensing when I was plotting (though I suppose it’s not that hard when the answer is all the time).

It doesn’t matter though, because I can do what I want just as well with one hand. Simon doesn’t seem to realize he has a second hand fully capable of stopping me. It’s flailing around uselessly, and it’s disgustingly adorable.

Simon’s giggling gets louder and more frantic as I spider my nails up his wing, moving towards the base of it at his back. I can’t help the grin that comes to my lips, I just hope it doesn’t look as soppy and lovesick as I feel. Not that Simon would notice, his eyes are too scrunched up with laughter. His nose, too.

Once again: disgustingly adorable. It makes me sick.

Simon’s laughing deep from his belly, now, not just giggling anymore. It’s still getting worse the higher I go, so I don’t change directions. He actually wails in laughter when I get to the inside curve of his wing (it’s almost like an armpit, but for wings. Wingpit?), squirming so frantically that he collapses back into my chest. I can’t help but laugh with him.

I’ve heard Simon laugh before, but it’s gotten rarer and rarer as the years have passed. I haven’t heard it at all since the incident with the Mage and Ebb and the Humdrum, and it’s a refreshing sound. It’s like when you’re parched and you’re finally given a cold glass of water. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was until hearing it again.

Simon

Baz’s fingers are driving me mad. The touch is so light and teasing, it’s making my skin crawl. There are goosebumps all up and down my arms, and they’re not from the cold. I wish he would move to a different spot, or make his touch firmer, or something. It’s torture. The best kind

I can barely breathe through my laughter, with the new sweet spot he’s found, and my stomach aches with the force of it. It’s invigorating. I didn’t realize how long it had been since I laughed until Baz forced it out of me. Not that I really minded.

I feel like I’m flying.

He’s laughing with me now, too, and it only makes me laugh harder. It’s not his usual sneering, cocky laugh that he always used to give me back in school, back before our truce. It’s more like the laugh he gave me when he was drunk -- or drunk on my magic -- light and bubbly and a little bit rough, like it’s out of practice.

Maybe I should tickle him back sometime. Get it back into practice.

But that’s the last coherent thought that I’m able to have before Baz’s fingers find a sweet spot inside the sweet spot. I’m lost to my cackling, the only thing on my mind being Baz’s tickling fingers. I wonder if it’ll drive me mad.

Baz

Snow’s laugh used to make me want to throttle him. Or at least punch him. It was just another reminder of what I couldn’t have, what I would never be able to have. Because Snow was my enemy and he was dating Wellbelove and we were going to kill each other someday.

Now, his laugh just makes me want to kiss him. It did that before, too, but I always buried it beneath the urge to beat on him. I’m allowed to kiss, now, though, and so the urge to punch him is gone.

I feel like I’m floating.

And I really want to kiss him.

But he’s probably bound to run out of air, and I think it might be a little difficult to kiss his open, laughing mouth (even as much as the idea of swallowing his laughter into my own lungs is enticing), so I pull away. Simon goes boneless against me, panting and giggling, his wing still twitching from my lingering phantom touch. They furl up protectively against his back, and I get the urge to kiss them, too.

Maybe later.

For the time being, I satisfy myself with pressing my lips against Simon’s own, now that his breath has somewhat returned. Simon wastes no time in kissing me back, still with far more finesse than I can manage. I’m learning, though, and I’m clearly making progress based on the heady little noises he makes into my mouth.

I don’t need alcohol to feel drunk, or even Simon’s former magic coursing through me. I could get intoxicated on Simon alone. Not that I’d ever let him know that, he’d use it against me every chance he’d get. And I’d let him.

We spend the rest of our evening kissing under the stars, long after the hood of the car has gone cold under us. Simon’s wings wrap around us like a blanket, warm and smooth, and we keep kissing. The stars twinkle above them, painting beautiful shadows across Simon’s face. I trace them with my lips.

I have to be back at Watford in the morning. Simon has to be back at the Bunce’s before they notice he snuck out with me (though I imagine Penelope herself likely already knows). The world outside the little bubble we’ve created here continues to turn round, but we don’t have to rejoin it just yet.

For now, it can just be Simon and me, and everything can be all right.

#tickle fic #My writing #carry on tickling #lee!simon #ler!baz #ticklish!simon #carry on #baz pitch #simon snow #snowbaz #Wing!fic

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onceabluemoonwrites · 7 years

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A Beautiful Chaos (Baby Animals Included)

Fandom: Haikyuu.

Summary: Daichi loves his little girl, but Hitoka is terribly shy, and it’s hard to find a babysitter she’s comfortable with. ‘’I-couldn’t-find-a-babysitter-so-I-had-to-take-my-kid-to-work-Wow-the-chemist -is-hot-But-he-thinks-I’m-married-Help-Suga-what-do-I-do?!’’ And blush galore.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Haikyuu.

Written for Kurodai Weekend 2017 Day Three, which had the prompt: ‘’Family (Established Family | Single Parent AU)’’. I chose Single Parent, but Established Family is also present because Suga and Tendou are happily married with two kids.

Also on AO3 and FF.net.

‘’Dai, I’m sorry, but I can’t watch Hitoka today. Oikawa and Ushijima are away for the weekend, so I’ve got Tobio over. Shouyou’s birthday is coming up and the preparations are far from done. I can’t apologize enough, but I’m swamped!’’

Daichi raised his shoulder in order to keep the phone from falling off, pressing it tighter against his ear as he continued brushing Hitoka’s hair. His other hand was in mortal combat with the plastic scrunchie box. It kept indenting and the arm holding Hitoka’s pony-tail was beginning to burn with the effort of holding it up.

‘’Don’t apologize, I know how kids are. It’s just-‘’ His hand glanced off the lid for the fourteenth time, the weak plastic giving in again. ‘’That da- daisy scrunchie box. Hold on for a mo.’’

Letting the phone slide off his shoulder so it would fall into his lap, he grabbed the damn box and managed to wedge it in between his arm and his chest one-handed, popping the lid off with his thumb.

‘’Which color do you want?’’

‘’…I’m wearing blue, papa. Lavender goes with blue.’’

Itching to scratch behind his ear, he dug into the hair tie jungle. Ah, there, a purple one! Hopefully, it was the right shade of lavender because he swore Hitoka, with all her four-year-old wisdom, knew more colors than he did.

She’d never say anything, but he knew how she was about colors. They all had to match or she would be uncomfortable all day long, but she felt like she was bothering people when she spoke up about it. Her anxiety was pretty bad, and all Daichi wanted was for her to be able to do her own thing without worrying about everything. That was his job after all. Single dad to the rescue!

…Single dad whose mortal enemy was the scrunchie box, but okay.

Quickly looping her hair through the tie, he secured the ponytail and slid the star clips into place. He crouched in front of her, putting the phone on the counter in passing and brushing the last loose hairs to the side.

Hitoka blinked down at him. Grinning, he bopped her nose. ‘’If I may say so, young lady, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.’’

Hitoka buried her face in the crook of his neck, pressing her hot cheeks against his skin. Smiling, he lifted her off the chair.

‘’Now, go get your back pack, okay?’’

A nod and she scurried into the hallway.

Groaning at his protesting joints as he stood up, he picked up the phone again. ‘’One day, I will murder the scrunchie box for good.’’

Suga laughed. ‘’If you just bought another container for them or put them in a bowl, your problem would be gone already.’’

‘’That would be giving up, Suga, I’m not giving the damn box the satisfaction of winning by default.’’

A crash sounded from Suga’s end of the line. ‘’That would be Oikawa parking. TENDOU! Please open the door before Shouyou hurts himself again!’’

Suga’s other half’s cheerful humming was clearly audible, even through the phone. ‘’On it~!’’

Diachi could hear Suga smiling. ‘’He’s ridiculous. Almost as ridiculous as you and your scrunchie box obsession. But do you have someone else to babysit her?’’

Carding his hands through his hair- it was getting too long again, he should go to the barber soon-, Daichi sighed. ‘’If she can’t go over to yours or Tobio’s, I’ll have to take her to work. Shimizu-san has to go to school today and there’s no one else she’s comfortable enough with. I’m not repeating the great Tanaka and Nishinoya incident of 2011.’’

‘’Ouch. Harsh, but wise. Oh, I’ve got to go- Tendou’s having the time of his life pestering Oikawa and I’m making it a couple bonding experience.’’

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hitoka appear again, the silver glint of her backpack straps, rain boots already on. Picking his briefcase up, he nudged her towards the door, pocketing his car keys on the way out. A fresh summer breeze greeted him.

‘’I’m not even going to ask. Have fun.’’

‘’Thanks!’’

The dial tone sounded. Sliding his phone into his pocket, Daichi sighed.

Time to go to work.

Of course. He’d forgotten Hitoka’s milk box.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Daichi closed his eyes.

‘’Papa?’’ a hand tugging at his sleeve. ‘’Are we going to eat yet?’’

Smiling at her, he picked Hitoka up and placed her on the bench next to him, before reaching into his briefcase. ‘’Hmm, we will. But it seems I forgot a little something, so I’ll have to get it.’’

Hitoka’s eyes widened, her small hand clenching on his suit jacket as he put her bento on the table. ‘’Are… Are we going through the big halls again?’’

He shook his head, carding a hand through her hair. ‘’Don’t worry, you can stay here with Asahi.’’

A chopstick clattered onto the table. ‘’Me?!’’

Looking at his colleague's pale face, Daichi had to stifle his laughter. ‘’You’ve watched her plenty of times before, I’m sure you’ll be alright.’’

Asahi clutched his chest, obviously sweating. ‘’But that was in your house! A safe space we both knew and were comfortable in and most importantly: completely stapler free!’’

‘’…Stapler free?’’

‘’It’s a genuine concern!’’ Asahi’s hands were in his hair at this point.

Hitoka shyly sidled up to him and patted him on the arm. ‘’No worries, Asahi, Sho-chan taught me all about protecting people. I’ll try my best to protect you from the staplers even though I’m scared too!’’

‘’Wait, that’s not what I-‘’ Looking at Hitoka’s puffed out chest, her legs clearly trembling, Asahi couldn’t deny her. ‘’…I have a weak heart, don’t do that face to me, Toka-chan. I humbly accept your protection.’’

Hitoka beamed.

Chuckling, Daichi kissed her on the forehead, waved to Asahi and got out of the office.

Now, he believed Moniwa had mentioned something about a new vending machine with soda and milk on the other side of the building?

Working at Karasuno Inc. for four years and running, Daichi should have been familiar with the layout of the building by now. Sadly, however, he was quite sure he’d passed this particular hallway four times already, and no matter how beautiful the view through the large window panes was, he would really, really like not to be lost.

Honestly, he’d never thought it was such a great location, but then again, where did a regular office worker find a job that wasn’t located in a huge multi-company building these days?

He’d found the vending machine. Not that it helped him if he couldn’t get back, of course. Clenching a hand around the milk box, he loosened his tie.

A laugh sounded behind him. ‘’What did the milk box ever do to you?’’

‘’Oh, sorry, was I blocking the-‘’ whirling around, Daichi stopped dead at the sight behind him.

Tall, muscular, clad in a lab coat. Narrowed, hazel eyes and a cat-got-the-canary expression.

Daichi wasn’t sure whether he should fear for his life or be flattered. He was too busy trying to stay upright to think about it anyway because his knees had suddenly decided they were weak for bedheads.

The man raised his eyebrow, a smirk on his face. If it hadn’t been so attractive, Daichi would have been tempted to punch it off, even though he swore he’d given up on schoolyard fights years ago, in a yes-Suga-I’m-not-risking-my-life-with-a-daughter-at-home-nod-nod-smile fashion.

Deep breaths, Dai, deep breaths, and swallow your dignity in order to find your way back. ‘’I’m lost. Could you perhaps give me directions to the elevator?’’

The man spread his arms. ‘’Be lost no more, my friend, I’m on my break and always have time for lost crows.’’

He hooked his arm through the brunet’s, and gone he was, whisked off through the hallways of a building that had never been this lively before.

How did they manage to hide these guys for four years?! Daichi was not the kind of man who got swept off his feet.

Until today, apparently.

Standing in front of his office door, they looked at each other.

Smiling, the man shook Daichi’s hand. ‘’Kuroo Tetsurou, one of Nekoma’s chemists.’’

Unable to take his eyes of the flamboyant man, Daichi kept staring. A bird called somewhere outside and he startled awake again. He tucked a thumb through his belt loop. ‘’Um. Sorry ‘bout that. Sawamura Daichi, one of Karasuno’s, though you already seem to be aware.’’

Kuroo winked. ‘’I know everything. And your blazer sports the logo.’’

Daichi smiled, wetting his lips, but his hand was getting sweaty. He hoped Kuroo wouldn’t- wait, they were still holding hands?! Daichi dropped it lightning quick. Avoiding Kuroo’s gaze, he felt his cheeks heat up.

And Kuroo- Kuroo dared to chuckle.

Whipping his head up again, Daichi looked straight into his eyes, seeing the amusement dancing through them. Eyes narrowing, he rolled up his sleeves, huffing. ‘’What’s so fun-‘’

Kuroo’s eyes dropped to his forearms.

Oh. Oh.

…Flirting might not be as out of place as he thought at first.

‘’Papa!’’ Hitoka flew out of the office, Asahi quick behind her. ‘’I defended Asahi the entire time! I made sure no stapler or ti- trio binder touched him!’’

Laughing, Daichi hoisted her up on his hip. ‘’Great job, Toka-chan!’’ Smiling at Kuroo over his shoulder, he entered the office. ‘’See you around, Tall Dark ‘n Handsome!’’

Leaving a stunned cat behind.

The door clicked shut and Daichi hummed, walking towards the table. Asahi eyed him dubiously, pushing his fingers together nervously. ‘’You know you totally flirted with him while not clarifying what was going on, right?’’

Daichi stopped dead. ‘’Now you say that?!’’

‘’Suga, I flirted with him! I was smooth and then Hitoka came and I just flapped a line, lifted her up and forgot to mention I was single.'' Diachi groaned, hands deep in the dough.

''You, smooth?'' Suga snickered, his voice tinny on the loudspeaker. ''Remember your crush on little old me? First year of high school? The split fart incident?''

''Here I am preparing to bake a cake for your son's birthday, but no, you just had to remind me.''

''Just make sure to get the right apples tomorrow, banana slide boy. A father having to be escorted back to his daughter because he was lost? Tsk, tsk, tsk! Anyway, I’ll see you on Sunday!''

''Wait- no, Suga!'' the dial tone sounded. Slumping over the bowl, Daichi cursed the damn apple pie. Did Shouyou even like apple pie?

Great. Just when his day couldn't get any worse.

In his defense, Suga was terrifying. Sure, he'd seen the ''Caution: Wet,'' sign, but Suga wanted the Granny Smith apples. So Daichi would get the Granny Smith apples and no other. Suga's senses revealed him as the animal he was. He'd taste the difference, Daichi knew from experience.

''Well, hello there.'' Someone whispered directly into his ear.

The world tilted around him as his shoes lost friction. Damn it all to hell and back, Daichi would eat the stupid pie himself- bracing himself for the impact of the ground.

Oof-

He fell backward into someone's chest. The person behind him tried to keep him upright, but quickly lost his footing too, both tumbling down. They clutched at each other, but it was too late- bam. On the floor.

''I must say, Sawamura, I knew you were smooth, but I didn't expect it to become this hazardous.''

...He knew that voice.

Fuck, it hurt! Nursing his poor aching head, he sighed. Wait- where did those poles come from? Looking up, Daichi's eyes widened. Never mind. No poles, delicious thighs clad in black jeans. And above that-

''Kuroo?''

God help him, he'd fallen right between Kuroo's legs.

...And that smirk was on his face again and Daichi was going to give him as good as he got. Believe it (no, Suga, that wasn't permission to tell everyone about his Naruto phase). ''I swept you off your feet, didn't I?''

Kuroo chuckled, getting up and giving him a hand, leaning in. ''You could say so,''

Daichi could feel his cheeks heating up and swallowed, steadying himself by putting a hand on Kuroo's waist.

He was in dee- His phone vibrated in his back pocket. Kuroo backed off. Daichi fished the phone out, looking at Kuroo apologetically. (Dammit, why now?)

Home flashed across the screen. Daichi smiled, scratching his neck. ''Um, sorry, I'll have to take this.''

He lifted the phone to his ear.

''Papa!'' Hitoka cheered, ''I dialed all on my own! Shimizu helped me, but I did it!''

Daichi chuckled.

''Suga said he needed more sugar.'' He could hear his neighbor in the background.

‘’Yes, yes, I’ll take the sugar with me.’’

‘’Good bye, papa!’’

‘’See you soon, darling!’’ He hung up.

Shaking his head fondly, he scratched his neck. “She’s so particular about her food.”

‘’Oh, um,’’ Kuroo’s eyes were wide. ‘’Good day to you and your wife!’’

And he was gone.

Huh? Daichi had been sure he was interested. Why would he-

No.

No, no, no, no.

Daichi had flirted for the first time in forever, had put himself out there, and now he’d somehow made the guy think he was married with a kid and probably straight on top of that.

If Yui were still alive, she’d have laughed at his bisexual behind until she dropped.

Burying his head in his hands, Daichi needed to call Suga desperately. But first, the groceries, because the queue was beginning to look murderous.

‘’Careful now!’’ Hitoka nodded, watching with wide eyes as Daichi put the pie box into her outstretched arms. Kissing her forehead, he slammed the car door shut behind him.

Walking to the balloon-covered front door, Shouyou’s screams of laughter were already audible. Hitoka squirmed in anticipation, her pastel blue ballerina’s not hiding the wiggling toes in white socked feet. Daichi smiled, leading her past the garden gate into the yard.

‘’Well, have I ever!’’ Suga stood up from the table as Hitoka shyly presented the box to him,‘’Did you bake this all by yourself, Toka-chan?’’

Blushing, she shook her head. ‘’Papa helped.’’

Tendou was cooing in the background. Natsu craned her neck in order to see what new treat came in. Quite a feat, seeing how she was hanging off her father’s neck like a baby monkey.

God knew Suga and Tendou had produced two mini-animals.

Daichi sat down, chuckling as Shouyou rushed by, Tobio hot on his heels. Both came to a screeching halt.

‘’Toka-chan!’’ Shouyou cheered, throwing his arms around her. Hitoka melted into the hug, shyly holding out her arms for Tobio too.

Shouyou beamed and took her hand- his sticky jam-covered fingers through hers. ‘’C’mon! I gotta show you my other friends!’’

Suga smiled. ‘’They came all the way from the other Lil’ Tykes Volleyball Classroom for his birthday, right, Sho?’’

Shouyou nodded so quickly Daichi feared his head would fall off.

Tobio stomped on the ground. ‘’I don’t get what’s so great about the other lessons!’’

Shouyou stuck out his tongue. ‘’You just say that ‘cause your dad teached us!’’

‘’Teaches, sweetheart.’’ Suga straightened his collar- a vain effort, but thoughtful nonetheless.

‘’…I’d like to meet them.’’ Hitoka blushed at all the eyes on her and hid behind Shouyou. The little red-head laughed, snatched Tobio’s hand too and dragged them over to a quiet corner where a white-haired boy was playing with blocks.

Tobio grumbled but didn’t shake him off.

‘’Aone-kun is such a dear, but where is-‘’ Suga peered over the lemonade container and relaxed. ‘’Oh, Kenma-kun’s doing just fine.’’

An obnoxious game tune came from underneath the block-castle.

Suga huffed- trying and failing to hide a laugh as the door opposite Daichi slid further open. ‘’You wouldn’t know it, but he’s not just here for the apple pie. Kenma’s been talking about Shouyou’s party for weeks.’’

Kuroo nonchalantly leaned against the door opening.

Daichi swallowed wrong, coughing madly. He wasn’t getting air, but oh, God, the humiliation. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, Kuroo came over, clapped him on the back with wiry, muscled arms, and damn it all, why did he have to be so attractive?!

‘’Hello, Ka-ra-su-no.’’

‘’Nekoma.’’ They exchanged, like Daichi hadn’t engraved Kuroo’s name into the inside of his skull under the: ‘’Dayum,’’ banner.

Suga and Tendou’s gazes alternated between them like they were watching a tennis match or, perhaps, a soap opera.

There was something going on there, but Daichi was too busy freaking out to care. He hadn’t expected to encounter Kuroo here, at Suga’s house, which he’d considered a completely safe, kami-blessed sexy free space, no matter what Oikawa had to say about himself when he visited.

But obviously, that wasn’t the case anymore, because sir Bedroom-eyes had just gallivanted in and what was Daichi supposed to do now?

…He was going to give Kuroo as good as he got.

Kuroo, who was currently looking around. ‘’Does your wife work on Sundays?’’

So much for that.

Daichi buried his head in his arms, resisting the urge to duck underneath the table from sheer embarrassment as Tendou cackled and Suga began to sound suspiciously like a Hyena.

Without looking up, he raised a finger. ‘’My girlfriend has been dead for years and Hitoka was adopted.’’

Kuroo winced. ‘’Um. My condolences.’’

Daichi did look up now. ‘’Yui went out with a bang- just like she wanted to. She was sick and I knew she was going to die for a long time. We had the time, it was limited, but that’s life. I miss her, but it’s been years. I’m over it, as far as you ever get over a loved one’s death.’’

Kuroo nodded silently and pulled a chair out.

Daichi bit his lip.

Shifted.

Shuffled.

Glanced to the side and- Kuroo was also looking at him and wow, awkward was an understatement when it came to this silence.

Daichi scratched the back of his neck. ‘’So… Kenma’s yours?’’

Kuroo shook his head. ‘’Nephew, actually.’’

‘’Oh.’’

Suga and Tendou, who had been hiding their snickering behind their hands like mischievous imps, dissolved into full blown laughter again.

Wait a minute. Soap opera looks, laughter, the attempt to hide it... This all added up to ONE thing. Besides Suga being the devil, of course, because that was an already established fact that man in question had apparently seen fit to confirm once again.

‘’You set me up!’’

Things escalated.

‘’So, um,’’ Daichi scratched the back of his neck and stuck his other hand out, ‘’Want to start over? Sawamura Daichi, a pleasure to meet you.’’

‘’Believe me, the pleasure’s all mine,’’ Kuroo fished a black marker out of his pocket, grabbed Daichi’s hand and scribbled on it. ‘’’Kuroo Tetsurou, call me.’’

A wink and a smile.

Damn. Daichi was in deep.

Hitoka popped up from behind the car window, yawning and rubbing her eyes. She frowned at them.

‘’Don’t you do that, papa! Hand holding causes babies! And babies are a responsi-lly!’’

Daichi laughed but didn’t let go. He could feel the vibration of Kuroo’s chuckle. ‘’Darling, you hold hands all the time!’’

Hitoka blinked. ‘’That’s ‘cause it’s adult hand-holding! Oikawa-san said so!’’

The sun was setting, the streets were empty, his daughter was right here, a possibility for something new next to him and Oikawa was still somehow causing chaos in his life even when absent.

Everything was just as it was supposed to be.

A beautiful chaos.

Author’s note

Phone sliding is a skill that I have no doubt would be perfected by parenting. Thanks to the lovely @i-w-p-chan chan and @tendous-satoris for helping me out in the process of developing this fic! This was actually the first fic I started to write for the Kurodai weekend, but it was the last to be finished! XD

I was contemplating YakuLev as Kenma’s parents, and while that would’ve been cute, I wanted to keep my options open. Because kid!Kenma and kid!Lev would be like the cutest friendship ever.

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writingintheocean · 7 years

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A year ago today (June 16th) I posted the first chapter of ‘Go Slowly’. That is.....an incredible milestone knowing what I do about my habits as an author. I’m really proud of this story and especially this chapter and once again I want to thank you for sticking with it and reading and commenting and liking and reblogging and......thank you.

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7216591/chapters/25077003

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Title: A Memory

Part 8

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Part 10

Kurt opens his eyes as Scott screams in the bed across from him, launching himself upright and towards the window. The shutters clatter against the wall and the strains of raunchy guitar coming from the floor below them are even louder without the barrier. Kurt pulls his pillow tighter over his ears.

“TURN OFF THE GODDAMN MUSIC ALREADY!” There’s the unmistakable sound of Scott’s eyebeams mixed in with his yelling. The music continues. “WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING DAMAGE?! AAAAAAAAAGH!”

The shutters slam again and the sound deafens slightly.

Scott falls back onto his bed, glasses safely replaced. “How are we supposed to sleep? Isn’t that the point of tonight? And it’s already midnight!”

“It’s actually 11:53,” Kurt corrects him. He slinks out from underneath the covers and traces one of his scars with his nail. “Do you think Warren is okay?”

The muffled response sounds similar to “Who gives a shit”.

“I do.” There’s an involuntary clench in his throat so he backtracks. “And you should too. He’s our friend.”

Scott sits up again and swings his sock-covered feet over the side so he’s facing Kurt. “Yeah, yeah but he’s the reason Jean’s pissed at me now. I mean, if the two of them weren’t always going at it then she wouldn’t be so on edge all the time.”

“I am not so sure that is why.”

The song coming from Warren’s room changes again. Scott grabs a pillow and covers his ears with it. “When will it END?”

“Shouldn’t the Professor have done something about it by now?”

The pillow is tossed aside in exchange for hands. “They’re probably in the basement ‘researching’ or whatever.” He puts a hand over his stomach. “I don’t think I ever ate dinner.”

Kurt’s stomach echoes his observation, growling loudly. “I didn’t either.” Maybe that’s why his chest feels so empty too.

“Let’s go then. Anything’s better than laying here listening to him have a tantrum. You mind teleporting?”

Kurt shakes his head and grabs onto Scott’s proffered hand. His tail whips into view for a second and he thinks of a horror movie. They disappear, they reappear, Jubilee lets out a yelp and drops her spoon on the floor.

“Hey guys.” Ororo’s eyes glow and a small maelstrom starts up in the kitchen. Kurt shields his eyes as it levitates the spoon back up onto the table. “Nice boxers.”

“Eat my shorts, Ro.” He grins and grabs the open carton of ice cream off the counter. “What are a couple of cats like you doing up this late?”

Ororo points her spoon towards the direction of the rock music that can still be heard blasting away. “Why do you think?”

“And also we were hungry.” Jubilee steals Ororo’s bite of ice cream and laughs when she smacks her lightly. “You had a huge marshmallow! I couldn’t help myself.”

“No, you couldn’t.”

The two share a look that’s entirely lost on Kurt. “What are we going to do if we can’t sleep?” he asks. “Warren won’t keep us up all night, will he?”

“You do remember what he was like when he first got here, right?” Jubilee wipes her hand off on her penguin pajama pants. “He did this for like the whole first week.”

“While drunk.” Ororo adds.

He remembers the sleepless first week and trying desperately to both avoid and see Warren. He doesn’t remember the alcohol.

“How does he even get booze if he can’t leave the school?” Scott rummages through the fridge but comes up empty handed. “He’s not even legal.”

“You know when Mystique left? After the fight with Apocalypse? Hank took the Professor’s alcohol in case he started to drink again.” Ororo says. “And Warren told me he stole it from his lab.”

“Wasn’t Hank the one in love with her? And how are the adults here more messed up than we are?” Scott hops on the counter next to Jubilee.

“The sixties were tough.”

“The eighties are mean.”

“You know what’s worse than Warren’s thrash metal?” Jean walks in rubbing her eyes. Her pale blue nightgown is almost the same color as Kurt’s skin. “The fact that I can hear what he’s thinking while it’s playing. And it’s just the lyrics. It’s like hearing the song played over itself but half a second slower.” She pinches the bridge of her nose as Jubilee hands her a bowl of ice cream. “It’s driving me crazy.”

Jubilee pulls her hair into pigtails with two of the many scrunchies on her arm. “We just need to distract ourselves until he passes out. Then we can all sleep.”

“What are we supposed to do? Chutes and Ladders?” Scott scoffs. “There’s too many of us to play Sorry.”

“I doubt we could hear a movie since the TV room’s on the next floor.”

“What about Truth or Dare?” Jean off-handedly says.

Jubilee begins nodding frantically and jumping up and down. “I love Truth or Dare!”

Her excitement is infectious and Kurt nods with her. “That sounds like fun!”

“You’ve played before?”

“Yes, back with my family. After a good show my brother and sister would gather the rest of the kids and we would play. Mostly dares.” His grin sags a bit. “I haven’t seen them in a very long time.”

“Aww….I’m sorry Kurt.”

“Hey,” Scott hops off of the counter and slaps his hands on either side of Kurt’s face. “We’re family now. No matter what. You destroy an evil mutant god together, you die together. Okay?” He looks at the girls. “You guys too. You’re the best family I’ve got left.”

Kurt’s insides turn to mush for a second, thoughts of home replaced with the steadiness of belonging. It was…comfortable.

“Are you guys gonna play with us or makeout?”

Jean’s head snaps to glare at Jubilee for a second before returning to normal. She nods to the door. “Yeah, let’s go.”

They file out of the kitchen, following Scott. The music blares louder as the group approaches the side of the house with Warren’s room and fades again until it’s more of a dull roar coming through the walls. There’s a thrill in sneaking around with his friends, one that turns Kurt’s insides jumping. Scott cracks the door to the biology classroom and ushers them all in.

Kurt flips the light switch, blinding himself as Jean hisses his name and psychically shuts them off again.

“We’re sneaking, remember?”

“I remember. Sorry.” He sheepishly sits down next to Ororo as Scott, Jean, and Jubilee finish pushing most of the desks out of the way.

The five of them settle on the wooden floor: Jean, Scott, Jubilee, Ororo, and then Kurt. The room looks eerie with moonlight streaming in and shining off the glassware stacked underneath the windows. Kurt watches the shadow of his tail and tries to weave it through the heads of the other shadows on the floor.

“Who wants to start?” Kurt averts his eyes as Jean adjusts her dress. “No one brought a bottle or anything,” she points out.

Ororo pipes up. “We’ll just go around the circle. That person asks Truth or Dare to someone, and then the next person goes.” When no one else interrupts her, she turns to Scott. “Truth or Dare?”

His red glasses seem less harsh in the blueish darkness. “Dare.”

“I dare you to hold your glasses away from your face while still looking at the lenses.”

“Ororo!”

“What?”

“We’re playing a game, not trying to destroy the classroom!”

“Fine, then I dare you to stick your head out the window until it’s your turn again.”

Scott frowns but stands up slowly. He mutters all the way to the window before unlatching it and swinging the pane wide open. The previously muted music swells suddenly, letting in louder guitar solos than before.

“Do I have to stay out here?!”

“Close the window if you can. I don’t care much for Warren’s taste in music.”

Jean smiles and waves her hand, shutting the window on Scott’s shoulder. “Kurt, it’s your turn.”

“Oh. Right. Um…” He looks around the group. They look spookier, paler, more menacing. The music seems louder suddenly. “Jean, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Coward,” Jubilee jokes.

He thinks for a moment. “When did you get your powers?”

Her face freezes in a smile only to fall, little by little. “I saw my friend Amelia get hit by a car. When she died, I was in her head. I felt what she felt.”

He wants to take his question back.

“I was in a coma for a month or so. My parents were the ones who reached out to Xavier to see if he could somehow wake me. When he did, he told them I was a mutant. He brought me to the school, and that was that.”

Jean doesn’t stop looking at him, doesn’t even blink until Jubilee scoots into Scott’s spot to hug her shoulders. Kurt swipes at the spot of cold sweat on the back of his neck with his tail and undoes the top button of his shirt. The long sleeves and pants might not have been the best idea for tonight.

Jubilee shakes her slightly. “It’s your turn, Jeanie.”

Her gaze doesn’t shift. “Kurt, truth or dare?”

“…..Truth?”

“Why did you leave the circus?”

He leans forward, slapping his hands against the floor. How dare she! When she knows! “I did not leave! I was sold!” An itch of violence starts up in his chest and he bares his teeth. He hears Jubilee ask if it was ‘like a slave’ but he ignores it. “Someone, rich with circuses in America, bought my family’s business and said I was going to go to America. I was the best acrobat in our troupe. He said I was going to be a star, a famous mutant overseas. He drugged me, I don’t know with what.” It’s been months but he still remembers the chill of the needle in his neck. “I woke up in a box that I could not teleport out of. There was a lot of shouting and they dumped me into a fighting ring.” He points to Jean. “I told you all of this. Why would you ask me to truth it?”

He sits back. The room is almost too quiet.

“Kurt, is all that true?” Jubilee’s eyes are shinier than normal. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

Scott shouts and yanks his head back inside as a body crashes into the window. He scuttles backwards as their feet slip for a moment before finally steading on the ledge. Kurt watches in horror as they drag themselves inside before shifting a massive pair of wings through the same gap.

Kurt stares in shock as Warren jumps over Scott and grabs him by the chin roughly, trying to steady himself, and then much more gently.

“I am going to murder every last one of those fucks, I fucking swear.” Angel’s voice is heavy with disdain and the scent of vodka. He takes a swig from the bottle he’s holding and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before crouching down.

Kurt grabs onto him instinctively, half worried he’ll topple over. He realizes the music that they were all speaking so loudly over has stopped.

“I am so fucking sorry about that night, you gotta believe me. You’re an incredible fighter and it’s a fucking honor to watch you kick my ass. And I’m an asshole for calling you an alien, you’re fucking beautiful.” He stands back up with a loopy smile and finally seems to notice the rest of the people in the room. He waves.

Kurt’s eyes remain wide as he tries to dislodge his heart from his throat.

“Hi Warren,” Ororo waves back and stands up to help him sit. “That your second bottle?”

“Hell yeah.” Before he can drink again, the bottle floats out of his hands and clatters into the sink. “Jean you bitch!” He tries to stand again but abandons the idea halfway up. “Fuck, I haven’t drunk in awhile.”

“Does this mean we can finally sleep?” Scott takes the final empty spot between Jubilee and Warren and spreads his legs out, stretching his feet as far into the center as possible.

“I just got here, you punk.”

He stares at him for a second. “We were only in here because of your obnoxious music. Which was supposed to be across the mansion anyway.”

“I got locked out of my room by the….Peter. Threatened to give me detention if I didn’t move as far away as possible.” Warren stretches his wings out on either side, enveloping Scott and Ororo before fanning out. “I’d say this is pretty far. Can I join in?”

Scott rubs his hands together. “Sure. It’s my turn anyway. And since we’re dropping bombs: Jean. Truth or dare?”

“You know I can tell what you’re thinking. I know what you want to ask and I pick dare.”

“I dare you to tell me why you’re been so pissed at me.”

Kurt strips his gaze from Angel’s gorgeously inebriated face to watch the implosion of Jean and Scott’s relationship.

“That doesn’t count as a dare, Scott.”

“It does because you won’t tell me otherwise.”

“Scott—”

“Come on Jean. I know you think I’m overprotective. I know that. But you levitated in the middle of a battlefield! You burned the guy even Xavier couldn’t take down out of existence!”

Jean closes her mouth.

“And then you keep doing crazy stuff like ignoring the fact that I’m worried when you were in Cerebro and I just……I just want you to tell me.” he finishes lamely.

Jean’s hair is fiery, somehow sunny in the moonlight. Kurt can feel waves of heat coming off her and promises to wear a t-shirt to sleep in from now on.

“I told you: I can feel everything. All the time. You think I don’t know that you stare at Jennifer’s chest in English? Or how you and Michelle always giggle about the “drama” your partners cause?” Jean’s eyes are glowing at this point. An orange aura envelops her as she switches from sitting to kneeling. “And god forbid I know about how often you think about Warren, when we’re on a date or doing homework or kissing, for christ’s sake!”

Warren’s face becomes a little sharper at this mention, gaping openly at Scott. “You think I’m hot?” He rubs a hand against his forehead. “I was mocking the wrong half of that partnership.”

As opposed to Jean’s confrontational stance, Scott has curled up tightly. His arms are locked around his legs, acting as a barrier between him and Jean. “How- how long have you….?”

Jean sits back on her heels. The light coming off her dims. “Since he got here, Scott.” The light goes out.

The six of them sit in darkness. Kurt’s tail has long since drooped onto the floor. They were supposed to be playing a game. This was supposed to be fun. Now, his head just hurts.

Scott crawls across the floor in front of Jubilee and takes one of Jean’s hands in his own. “I’m not dating any of them though, am I? I’m dating you.”

Kurt averts his eyes again. This is even more private than Jean almost flashing him.

“You’re the most incredible girl I’ve ever met, Jean. Freaky mind powers and all. And I’m sorry for the stuff you see in my head. It doesn’t exactly keep up with how my heart feels.” He smiles. “You’re my girl, Jean Grey. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

Jean’s face scrunches up and a tear runs down her face. “You’re mine too, laserface.”

There’s a calm moment when they hug. It lasts a beat or two until the awkwardness grows. Kurt glances past Ororo to Warren. Ororo was probably going to hug Jubilee, so should he hug Warren? Heat creeps into his face. He wouldn’t mind hugging him.

Jubilee claps loudly once, twice after that. “Can I go? You two are hogging all the attention.”

They break apart, Scott using the sleeve of his t-shirt to awkwardly wipe away her tears. “I’m crying too but if I take off the goggles I destroy this place so you’ll have to take my word for it.”

“Myyyyyy tuuuuuuuuuuuuurn.” Jubilee pouts and moves over to give Scott space on his new side of the circle. “Okay so I’ve had this in my head since we watched The Breakfast Club: who’s a virgin?”

Kurt raises his hand. “I am.”

Scott looks him up and down. “No way, a ladykiller like you?” He laughs.

Jean rolls her eyes and gives his hand a squeeze. “Scott and I both are.”

Ororo shakes her head. “Pass. That’s not even a fair question.”

“Orooooooroooooooooooo.” Jubilee sighs in defeat. “You guys are no fun.”

“You’re not even supposed to ask group questions.”

“I thought it would be iconic!”

“Okay so I’m sixteen and that summer my dad hires a new assistant.” Warren starts.

Kurt whips his head back so quickly it hurts. His tail coils near his spine as he waits, rapt with attention like the rest of them.

“She’s a newly minted college graduate who’s just grateful for the salary but because Dad is who he is, I end up spending a LOT of time with her. And she’s not too highbrow to not flirt with the Boss’ Hot Mutant Son, thankfully. Anyway, Mister Worthington II walks in on us getting hot and heavy in his office a couple months in and she’s fired on the spot. I get grounded, and Dad hires a new assistant named Jason to cutoff any more trysts.” Angel pauses and grins. “Of course he bent me over a desk three weeks later but that’s nothing.”

Ororo throws her head back and roars with laughter. Kurt’s lungs suck in a breath of air and refuse to let go.

“You were sixteen?” Jean asks, shocked. “How old was this guy?”

“Only like 28 or something. He got fired like a week later for something else and it’s not like we were doing a lot of bonding.”

“Doesn’t that gross you out? He was 12 years older than you were.”

Warren waves her questions off and gestures to Jubilee. “That wasn’t the point. I was just answering her question.”

Jubilee’s head is in her hands, groaning. “I have made a mistake.”

Kurt finally exhales to the relief of his ribcage.

Ororo stands. “I pass on my turn. I’m going to bed.” She offers Jubilee a hand and pulls her to her feet. “Too much drama.”

“That was a classic retelling of the first time I got some and you’re just going to leave?”

Scott gestures to the group. “Oh come on,, at least take your turn.”

“I dare you all to go to bed. Especially you,” she points to Warren. “Sleep it off. You can complain in the morning.”

“This was a terrible idea,” Scott sighs. “What time is it even?”

Jubilee points to the clock above the door. “3 AM.”

Everyone stands, Kurt helping Warren up and barely preventing him from crushing him. He looks from the classroom door to the window Angel originally appeared from. Neither are great options for maneuvering a wasted, winged mutant through.

“Hey Jean?”

“Yeah Kurt?” She looks up from moving the desks back.

“I’m going to take Warren to his room. It is probably the easiest option at this point.” To illustrate his point, Angel throws an arm around his neck and leans hard on his shoulder.

She nods, a small smile grazing her face. “Goodnight you guys.”

“See you at the room!” Scott waves them off.

“Goodnight Ororo! Goodnight Jubilee!” Kurt waves with his tail as they exit and bamfs straight to Warren’s room.

For a guy who did laundry less than 2 weeks ago, there’s an alarming amount of clothes littered around his room. Kurt helps him to his bed, carefully stepping over all the discarded boxers and shirts and making sure Angel doesn’t slip on anything. Warren collapses on the bed face first, one of his wings sliding over Kurt’s head in a flurry.

He brushes his hair back and absentmindedly runs the other through Angel’s curls. He looks like he did during the cage fight, hair wise. But now he’s not snarling, not coaxing him to fight, not swinging those deadly talons at him.

“You always give me quite a fright, Schatz.” The word slips out before he can stop it. He doesn’t want to stop it. “I don’t know what to make of you.”

Kurt snatches his hand away as Warren jerks, mumbles something before dragging the rest of his body on the bed. His hand finds its way to Kurt’s, running his thumb over each of his three fingers before falling limp again. He can hear his pulse in his ears, can feel the breathlessness in his chest. It would be so easy to just fall asleep here, to call it an accident and explain it away in the morning. To curl up in bed with this incredible man and just hold him. Just for the night.

He teleports back to his own room. He undoes the rest of the buttons on his shirt and drops it on his chair before climbing under the covers. He wonders if Warren usually sleeps in a shirt.

He lets sleep take him.

#nightangel #fanfiction #nightcrawler #Kurt Wagner #Warren Worthington III #xmen #x men

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la-appel-du-vide · 5 years

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THAILAND 2019 - Day Seven {Chiang Mai}

Our final day in Chiang Mai came way too quickly, but we made the most of it for sure!

Our day started early, with a visit to the Tiger Kingdom! It was a recommendation from Jaycee Brown, and we obviously wanted to see the tigers anyway. We originally planned to do it in Phuket, but ended up choosing Chiang Mai because of the chance to see the baby tigers!

We walked over to the mall, and got a cab ride down to the Tiger Kingdom. We showed them our tickets, and they had us start with the newborn tigers! There were a total of six or seven of them, but we got to be in the room with three of them at a time. As soon as I saw them I wanted to cry. They were so perfect and tiny. They are just like little cats! So playful, and happy, and I could have watched them all day long. They had us put on white coats and slippers, and then they let us in.

We took pictures with them, videos of them, and got to pet them. I really wanted to hold one, but we weren’t allowed to pick them up unfortunately. They have such pretty blue eyes, and they were so funny to watch. One of them kept trying out his baby roar, and it was the most pathetically cute thing ever. They would pounce at each other, play with feathers on sticks that the employees would hang for them, and trip over their own giant paws. AH, they were PERFECT.

They gave us about 15 minutes in the cage with them, and then said we had to leave so that they could let the next people in. We got a printed photo and a stuffed baby tiger as a souvenir, haha. Unexpected, but cute.

Next up? The full-grown tigers. We were a little nervous about doing it. Who willingly walks into a cage with three massive, free-roaming tigers? Apparently we do. We followed the trainers in, and went to visit the first one. They had us stand behind him, pet him (specifically “firmly, and from the mid-section down”), pose for photos, and even pick up his tail (spooooooky). To quote Beach, “Are you sure he won’t be mad??” Hahah, but really though. Every time he would turn his head, move his paws, or YAWN (which is easily mistaken for trying to bite your head off), I would jump like five feet backwards.

From there, we moved on to a sleeping one. That one scared me more, because I didn’t want to spook him awake and have him react by eating me. But nope! We got to pet him too, and even worse, the trainers had us LAY ON HIM. I was sooooo nervously uncomfortable. These tigers may have been raised by humans, but they are still WILD ANIMALS with the potential to KILL YOU at any second hahaha omg. If he had decided to turn and eat me, no one could have stopped him. It was a bit of an adrenaline rush, but we both did it! And we survived.

We ended with one final tiger on the other side of the cage, who was also asleep. The trainer ended up waking him up by teasing him with a piece of chicken. I didn’t like that at all. He would hold the chicken up to his mouth, and then take it away. I was like, dudeeeee just give it to him. He’s going to get angry and take it out on us! But luckily, he didn’t and everything turned out fine.

After we petted him for a bit, I got to go in front of him to take some photos. I’ve never been face-to-face with a tiger before, obviously, but what a cool (terrifying) experience. These really are absolutely beautiful animals, and it was an honor to interact with them like that.

After we left the cage, thankfully in one piece, we wandered around the rest of the Tiger Kingdom, looking at the various tigers (including a super rare Snow White tiger, which is literally all white because their stripes are so pale), and learning some interesting facts about tigers. Mostly I’m sad that they are so limited. There are only about 4,000 left in the wild. People poach them left and right because they are like walking gold mines. And they only live up to 15 years in the wild. I didn’t realize they had such limited life spans.

It was a great experience. Later on, we did some research and found out there have been some tiger attacks on tourists there. Just last year in Phuket Tiger Kingdom, an Australian tourist got mauled and had to be dragged out by the trainers with severe injuries to his legs and stomach. Other people have suffered bites and clawing as well. Yikessss. I’m glad we didn’t look those up before we went. It really freaked us out. We really gambled with our lives, and this time it paid off. Loved it, but don’t think we’ll be doing that again haha.

Our taxi driver waited for us while we were in there, and then took us back to the mall. We had planned a Thai cooking class with Mel and Ryan for late afternoon, but we had some time to kill in between. We had lunch, and then got some treats. We still had some extra time, so we went back to our hotel next door (seriously the most convenient location) and hung out an hour, before walking back to catch a taxi.

He drove us to the Basil Cooking School. It was on our list to do a Thai cooking class (again, on recommendation from Jaycee), and it worked out super great that Mel wanted to do one too, and had found this one for us at a time that worked! We really like them, and were so happy to get to spend a little more time with them!

When we got there, they had us select one of three dishes from seven different categories. I chose the following: Pa-Nang Curry Paste, Pa-Nang Curry, Hot and Sour Soup with Roasted Chicken, Stir-Fried Chicken and Cashews, Fried Rice Noodles with Soy Sauce, Fried Spring Rolls, and Deep Fried Bananas served with Coconut Ice Cream!

After we made our choices, we jumped in a large van with the rest of our group and headed to the local market to gather our ingredients. At this point, we were concerned because Mel and Ryan weren’t there, and we had requested to be in their class. There wasn’t much we could do, obviously, with no way to contact them. We wondered if maybe there were two Basil cooking schools, or if they had changed their minds about coming, but either way there was nothing we could do.

Once we got to the market, our chef gave us a run-down of the different Thai fruits/vegetables/spices we would be using in our class today. It was pretty informative. Then she gave us 10 minutes to walk around the market while she picked everything up that we needed. We were once again kicking ourselves for leaving our money back at the cooking school lockers, because we found many things we wanted to buy (i.e. scrunchies, churros, smoothies). But, nopeeee. We could look, but we couldn’t touch.

We headed back to the van, and that’s when we saw another Basil cooking group, and Mel and Ryan were there! We went over to talk to them, and when our instructors realized that we knew them, they let us switch into their group! We were real happy about that. But then we had to do the whole market tour all over again haha. Mel did have her money though, so she had bought some Thai fruits and had us try them. (She’s very adventurous with trying foods). We tried Rambutan, which I liked but Beach didn’t (other than the seed in the middle, super gross), and dragon fruit. The dragon fruit was terribly tasteless, and we didn’t like that much. So mangosteen is my favorite Thai fruit.

After the market, we went back to the cooking school to begin. The girls that hosted and taught our class were extremely organized and professional. They would set up the ingredients for us beforehand, and then teach three separate dishes at once (because we could each pick out of three for each category). It was easy to follow, and extremely hands-on. We started by making our noodles. Throughout the entire class, our teacher kept shouting, “Faster! Faster! Smileeee!” Hahaha, so eventually Ryan would shout it at us too. We got to chop up the vegetables, mix the sauces, fry cook them, and literally every part of the cooking was up to us! We plated the noodles, and ate them in the little dining area while they prepared the kitchen for our next course. Beach made Pad Thai, and we both liked our dishes. I couldn’t believe we were out here cooking Thai food like professional chefs haha. Not that hard though, when everything is measured out and placed in front of you, and then you’re told what to do step by step!

Next, we did both the soup and the appetizers. It was nice, because we had the chance to customize our own dishes, like add more or less spices, salt, sugar, vegetables, etc. to make it how we like it. Beach, in a very true to character way, made the most... unique... spring roll. (; The soup was actually not as bad as I expected, and the spring rolls were ok too. I love the crunchy outside, it is just all the cabbage on the inside that I hate.

Then we got to go in and eat those and take a 15-minute break before doing our final three courses. We had to make them all at once, so it was an endurance to the end type of thing haha.

We started with the dessert. Me and one of the Italian guys in our group made deep fried bananas, which was pretty easy, other than the splashes of hot oil burning us. Then we made the curry paste for our curries, by smashing some ingredients in a clay pot with a big round stick. We had to pound them for ten straight minutes, so it was both a workout, and a cooking class. (; Then we used the paste to make our curries. Finally, we ended with our stir-fries. It was fun to use the big wok pans, and I felt like a real Asian chef.

Then we took all our hard work into the dining room and got to eat our masterpieces! The Pa-Nang curry I made was wayyyy better than the coconut curry we tried at the restaurant in Bangkok. I only wish we had rice to eat it with, because I feel like that always helps curry. The stir-fries were really good as well. And then the dessert! My fried bananas were very good with a unique texture, and the fresh coconut ice cream they were served with was delicious.

Really, such a fun, hands-on Thai experience! Plus we got to try so much Thai food, that we made ourselves! I would definitely recommend that to anyone visiting Thailand. So great!

And then, in case we weren’t stuffed enough, Mel and Ryan invited us to go back to their hotel with them and walk over to the famous Chiang Mai Night Bazaar to get some authentic Thai rolled ice cream! I couldn’t turn that chance down, because ever since I saw the videos of it on Facebook forever ago, I’ve been fascinated. I found some back home, and I’m obsessed with it, so I couldn’t wait to try the real deal.

When we got there, the Bazaar was hopping. They have lots of crazy tourist food, loud music, and plenty to see. We found the rolled ice cream place, and Ryan ordered a chocolate/Oreo/banana combination. I tried it, and it was so good that I ordered the same thing. Watching him make it was fun, and eating it was even more fun! After we were done, we parted ways with Mel and Ryan, since we likely won’t be seeing them again since we go to Phuket first and they go to Krabi first. But we loved our time with them, and we will keep following their adventures on social media (thank goodness for that).

We got a taxi back to our hotel, where we had to pack, repack, and pack again for Phuket! Late night, but the best day.

We’re gonna miss Chiang Mai so much. Our perfect lil paradise.

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A Little Girl and Her Cat

She really did look like the exact replica of her mother—if her mother had been her age.

Author’s Note:

This story is a part of Pharmakon: Kairos, a time travelling story about ordinary people forced to travel back in time to save those that they love.

Character profiles/summaries can be read here.

Blinking at the sunlight that was streaming in through the window blinds, Hayden sat up sluggishly, scrubbing a hand across his face to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

“…”

Something about his dream had puzzled him, but he found himself unable to remember the dream entirely. Slowly, his eyes scanned the room, hoping that something would spur his memory, but his gaze stopped when it landed on the calendar hung on the wall.

September 9th.

The grogginess forgotten, Hayden shifted so his legs hung off the side of the bed. Anxiety crept up on him as he nervously picked a stray thread of his sheets. September 9th meant that it was his first day at work at the ICIA.

ICIA.

The Integrative Criminal Investigative Agency. A branch of the FBI that had recently been divided into a separate agency that specialized in high profile cases, especially those involving notable public figures or criminals particularly deemed dangerous to the public. Its director, Marcus Connelly, was a young former FBI senior agent, known for his unique—but effective—approaches to capturing criminals, a perfect fit for the agency that intended to integrate the latest technology into solving criminal cases.

The next hour was spent running around, getting changed, eating breakfast—whatever he could do to keep busy. When he had nothing to do, his mind tended to wander off, automatically shifting through things that could happen, which only served to make him even more nervous than he already was.

Uniform, ID, badge…

Sifting through his belongings for the umpteenth time of the day, Hayden made a mental check to assure that he hadn’t forgotten anything.

Firmly pressing the fingers of his left hands to his right palm, he quietly recited the list of things that he needed in his head.

ID, badge, lunch…

Everything was set. His eyes shifted to the clock on the wall, alerting him that it was time to head off. Nervously, he gathered his belongings for the last time and stood.

Breathe in…out… Five times…

Locking the door behind him, Hayden made his way down the stairs. The ICIA...

Ever since he was young, he had yearned to become a federal agent, and now here he was—albeit, still a probationary agent, but an agent nonetheless.

Breathe in…out…

It would be fine. Maybe a little crowded, but he would be fine.

Breathe…

A white light filled his vision and he started, stumbling a few steps back. A pure black cat peered at him, its steady yellow eyes gazing at him from its perch on the brick wall. Another white light as it meowed, the cat moving to rest its head on its paws, but still maintaining its gaze on him.

“…?”

While the cat seemed relatively friendly, something puzzled him about the look of the cat. Had he seen it somewhere before?

“Hina!” A burst of pale green-yellow light this time. Hayden turned to see a little girl, no more than five years old, run over to the cat. The cat gazed down at her calmly, tail freely hanging off the side of the wall.

“There you are, I was looking all over for you!”

Her light brown hair was tied into two ponytails with green scrunchies. She was wearing a pale green and white dress, with white stockings. Her light green shoes glowed with every step she took.

Having just noticed him, the girl suddenly took several steps back. She, too, looked strangely familiar. He blinked at her once, twice…then it hit him.

“Are you…Illysia, by any chance?”

The girl’s eyes widened and looked to the cat in a panic. The cat seemed less than interested, yawning at the two as it lazily looked on. From her response, he supposed that he was right.

Illysia.

Last he checked though, she was only a toddler. When did she get so big? She still looked the same as she did as a baby though, with her mother’s hair and her father’s eyes. Her parents had been his childhood friends, though they were quite a few years older than her. He had visited shortly after the little girl’s birth, but his visits had grown infrequent in recent times, so he wasn’t surprised that the girl had no recollection of him whatsoever.

With a troubled look, she stammered, “I-I…I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.” She took a step away from him, alternating her gaze between Hayden and the cat, as if debating on whether she should grab the cat and run.

“O-oh, right… Let me…call your dad…” Fumbling in his pocket for his phone, he quickly sifting through his contacts, landing on a name.

Lucius Hathaway.

He paused, realizing that he hadn’t called the number for a long time…years, maybe? Hesitating for a moment, he decided to just dial the number, hoping that Lucius hadn’t changed his number since then.

“Hayden?!”

A dark bronze color. The voice startled him, but he mentally sighed in relief as he recognized the voice.

“A-ah, Lucius, u-um… I ran into Illysia-“

“Where are you?!”

“H-huh? Uh…” He looked around hurriedly before telling him the nearest crossroads. From the speaker, he could hear wind, suggesting that the man was running.

“I-I’ll put Illysia on…” He looked to the girl, who now looked more curious than fearful. He supposed that she had heard her father’s name. Putting the phone on speaker, he held it out to the girl, who gazed at the device.

“Illy?” The man seemed out of breath, “Stay there with Hayden, okay? I’ll be there soon.” The girl’s eyes lit up in recognition and she answered affirmatively.

Sighing in relief, he looked around for the man, before his eyes settled back on the little girl. Less guarded than before, she had now turned her attention back to the cat, although she glanced at him every so often.

“Your dad will be here soon …” He mumbled, only to get a nod from the girl. He was bad with children, that was always Talen’s skill, not his. Actually, cross that—he was bad with people in general, not just kids.

The cat leapt off from the wall, brushing its body against the girl’s leg, before glancing up at him again. The girl gathered the feline in her arms, then turned her full attention to Hayden. The cat looked less than comfortable, but did no more than squirm to get in a better position in her arms.

“You…really look like your mom. Ah-”

Hayden stopped midsentence from fear of how the little girl would take the comment. She really did look like the exact replica of her mother—if her mother had been her age. Her brown hair was the same shade and the strands curled up at the ends. Yukina had always hated her hair—that it was so unruly and hard to tame—but he had found that it had a certain charm. At his comment, Illysia looked at him with the same wide eyes as earlier.

“You know Mommy too?”

Hesitatingly, he nodded once. “We were….friends.”

The little girl’s face perked up. “Really? What was she like?”

“…”

‘Of course she wouldn’t remember.’

“She was…very…energetic? And…very determined. Once she set her sights on something, she would go forward until she got what she wanted. She also…loved you and your father more than anything in the world.”

He stopped there, unsure of how much further to proceed. The girl seemed happy enough though, evidenced from the bright smile on her face. “Do you…” he hesitated for a moment, “remember her?”

“Mommy? Mm…not that much—oh, but I know what she looks like! Daddy always shows me pictures of her.” Her cheerful demeanor quickly dampened as she continued. “The aunties next door always ask me if I want a new mommy… But I don’t. I hate when they ask that. But Daddy said that I mustn’t hate them for saying that…that they’re only saying that because they’re worried.”

Hayden blinked at the girl, caught off guard by her maturity.

“Daddy always gets sad when talking about Mommy. He said that he’ll do his best because Mommy isn’t here anymore.” He could hear the gravel underneath her feet as she shifted. “That means I have to do my best too! So I can protect Daddy too, someday!” There was a big grin on her face, “Because that’s what the good guys do, right? And the good guys always win!”

“…”

Before he could say anything, a man rushed around the corner, stopping abruptly in front of the girl and knelt down beside her. Wordlessly, he checked her over for any injuries, then pulled her into a hug. The cat gave an annoyed meow and squirmed out of the embrace, jumping over his shoulder and landing steps away from Hayden. He could her him quietly scolding the girl for going off on her own with telling him.

The man had gathered her into his arms, turning to Hayden. He was taller by several inches, so Hayden took a few steps back, nervously looking up at him. It had been a while since he had seen his friend and, while he did age slightly, he didn’t look any different from how he did several years before.

“Thank you for finding her, Hayden. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Hayden quickly shifting his gaze to the ground. “A-ah…no, I didn’t really…find…her…” To be correct, she was the one who found him. Or…well, she had found her cat, which had found him. Speaking of the cat, it was still staring at him, as it had been for the past few minutes.

“Nonetheless, I’m grateful. I’m glad you were the one that found her. It looks like Hina likes you too.”

Hayden frowned, “That means she likes me…?” The cat finally looked away from him and he was sure he saw something like a feline equivalent of a smirk on its face.

Lucius chuckled, “Yeah, she wouldn’t let you be that close to Illy if she didn’t like you.” The cat weaved its way between the man’s feet, brushing against the leg of his pants before glancing up.

“So what brings you out here? Class?”

Hayden’s eyes widened, “A-ah, I have work!” He fumbled for his phone again, checking the time. 7:15, still forty-five minutes left. He was suddenly glad that he had left an hour and a half early.

“Oh? Do you want a ride?” Lucius frowned, “It’s the least I can do.”

Hayden shook his head, “A-ah, n-no, it’s…nearby, and…I-I’m not late, I still have time.”

“It’ll be faster by car then.” Lucius smiled, gesturing nearby. “Come on, I parked around the corner.”

Hayden frowned, hesitating before he followed the two. Illysia peered at him from over her father’s shoulder, giving him a smile when their eyes met.

“I didn’t know that you started working. You never told me.”

Hayden trailed the two, lagging behind a few steps. “Y-yeah…I just got accepted…to the ICIA…”

“Woah-“ He spun around, making Hayden stumble back a few steps. “Isn’t that the new federal agency? That’s impressive! You wanted to become a federal agent, right? Congrats!”

Hayden shook his head nervously, “I-I’m still in training, so…”

“But that still makes you an agent, right?” He raised his free arm to pat his head. “I feel like a proud older brother,” he chuckled. “Well, I guess you’re the same age as Lily, so that’s probably why.”

Lily.

Lucius’s younger half-sister and another one of his childhood…friends. Although she was more hostile to him than friendly, he supposed that they could be considered friends. She was the type of person that he was the worst at handling—loud, impulsive, and pushy—nearly the opposite of her older brother.

The car ride was quiet, mostly Lucius asking questions about his life now while he stuttered out short answers. Illysia and the cat were in the back, the girl’s eyes on him quietly along the way.

“We’re here.” Hayden’s gaze settled on the headquarters. It was really a short distance, a fifteen minute walk from his apartment. It was less than five by car.

“Thank you…”

Lucius smiled, “No, thank you. It was nice to see you again. We should meet up once and a while, I’m sure Yukina would be happy to see you too.” In the mirror, he could see Illysia also smiling at him at the mention of her mother’s name.

“Well, you should head off now. Don’t be late.”

Hayden nodded, thanking him again and said a good bye to the father and daughter duo before closing the door behind him.

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