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littlebitoffanfic · 4 years

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Be Safe

Fandom: The Hobbit Characters: Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Bilbo Relationship: Bifur/reader Request: Hiya! I love your writings. By any chance could you write some Bifur (the hobbit) x reader? Honestly I think he doesn’t get enough love. My idea is maybe Bifur has a crush on the reader, who’s in the company, possibly because she listens attentively to him, even though she doesn’t understand kuzdul. (Is that how you spell it?) all the dwarves in the company notice especially Bofur. And can bofur be like a bff of the reader? Thank AN: with this author, everyone lives.

The company had stopped for the night, settling in a large cave on the front of a mountain. It had been a long day, with a rain that soaked you all right through. but the evening was filled with a warm fire and pleasant conversation. Most of your time was spent with Bifur, Bofur and Bombur. Ever since they rolled into the front door and Bilbo’s, you had been close with them. They didn’t intimidate you like the others did. Well, Bifur had at the start, but Bofur had quickly shown you there was nothing to fear even if the dwarf did have an axe lodged in his head. Bofur had taken you under his wing. Your brother, Bilbo, was useless when it came to anything outdoors, so Bofur had acted like a mentor for you both. Which worked out well considering Bilbos fondness for Bofur and his friendship with Bombur – shared over a love for food. Bifur scared Bilbo slightly, but he couldn’t deny that he felt a little safer knowing that Bifur would protect you if needed. He proved it countless times already on the journey. Bombur and Bilbo was cooking dinner for the company, but they spoke of other meals beside the meat in the pot. Bofur was sitting with Nori, smoking a pipe that had not long dried out. Which left you with Bifur. you sat in a comfortable silence as you mended a shirt of his that had been torn. “Hows this?” You ask, holding up your handiwork for him to inspect. He mumbled words in Khuzdul, nodding and smiling as he took the item from your hand, apparently happy with it. Bofur appeared, dumping himself inelegantly at your feet. “When are you going to fix my gloves. I have more holes than fingers.” He held up his hands with the gloves on, wiggling his fingers at you. “You don’t ask nicely.” You shoot back with a raise eyebrow. “Neither does Bifur!” Bofur acted shocked and hurt by your comment. “And how would you understand him even if he had?” “Well, he seems like he asked nicely.” You reason, smiling a Bifur who shot one back, mumbling something under his breathe. “Hey! We’re family.” Bofur points a finger at him, his face pulled into one of mock shock. Apparently, whatever Bifur said, it was an insult. You giggled, pulling the gloves off Bofurs hands before setting to work. Bofur chatted to Bifur, the conversation seeming to flow despite it being in two languages. You watched them speak, wishing that you could fully join in. You wished you could understand what he was saying. He was very animated when he spoke, and you loved it. His eyes danced as he recanted tales in his native tongue, but you just couldn’t understand. You tried a few times to speak Khuzdul, and butchered it every time, much to the amusement of most of the company. In fairness, they tried to help, and you had started to pick up a little here and there. But Bifur spoke as quick as lightning, and your brain just couldn’t keep up with translating him. In truth, you could spent the whole night listening to him speak, even though you didn’t have the foggiest clue what he was saying. When Bilbo asked why you would sit by Bifur every night, you lied and said ti was because you were fascinated with the language. Well, it wasn’t a complete lie. You were fascinated with the dwarf who spoke it.

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Sitting beside Bifur, you felt the dread building in your stomach. This time tomorrow, you might still be fighting. This time tomorrow, you might be dead. There was no joyous meal tonight. There hadn’t been since you got to the mountain. You were all set to work, trying to find this stone. And Thorin never let any of you spend more than a passing moment with any of them. Bofur and Bombur tried their bests. Bombur snuck you extra food, in an attempt to show he was still there for you. And Bofur would smile at you no matter what. Bifur was never far away from you. He was always just around a corner or in the next room from you. You didn’t know that when Bilbo had escaped, he had asked Bifur to keep you safe no matter what. But how safe could Bifur keep you on the battle field? Sitting on a bench in one of the many corridors, you tried to concentrate on mending the small hole in your sleeve. But your hands were shaking too bad. Cursing, you were about to throw down the needed when someone took your hand. Looking up, you saw Bifur. Immediately, you smiled. Despite the tears in your eyes, or your shaking hands, you smiled at him. Bifur returned the smile, but you could see there was worry in his eyes as he sat next to you. He took your arm to see where the needle was connected too, which was a hole in your forearm. It wasn’t too big. He grumbled something before picking up the needle and, much to your surprise, started to sew the hole closed. “I didn’t think you could sow.” You speak aloud, more out of curiosity. Bifur chuckled, shaking his head before looking up at you. He spoke in Khuzdul, which you didn’t understand. But he gestured to you, then to his eyes then the hole. “You learned from me?” You smile, your cheeks burning as he nodded and continued. He must have spent a lot of time watching you considering what a good job he was doing on the stitching. When he finished, you smiled at his word as you inspected it. “Not bad at all. Im very impressed.” You grinned, stretching out your arm and admiring his work. Noise drew both your attentions to the end of the corridor, and you saw Dwalin walk past. In full armour. even after he past, the weight of what that meant stayed on you both. But, for the briefest of moment, you had forgotten about everything. Bifur had a way of doing that with you. He could distract you, making you smile and laugh even when you didn’t think you could. And if something happened to you tomorrow, you wanted him to know that. You wanted him to know everything. Glancing to Bifur, you knew it was now or never. “I love you.” You whispered it as though it were a secret and your cheeks burned. You didn’t dare look at Bifur as his head snapped to you, instead finding interest in the floor. “I just needed you to know that. In case anything happens tomorrow.” you rose to your feet, ready to leave, when a hand grabbed your wrist and you were stopped. Bifur stood in a hurry, words in Khuzdul falling from his lips like he was spitting fire. You smiled, looking at him sadly. “I cant understand you.” You giggled, despite the pain in your chest. You desperately wanted to think he was confessing and undying love for you, but you were a realist. It was far more likely that he was trying to explain how things could never happened, or how he cared for you in other ways. Bifur fell silent, the frustration in his eyes apparent as he seemed to grind his teeth. then, the frustration faded from his face, as if a realization had dawned on him. You were curious and despite the part of you that wanted to run away, you wanted to know what he was thinking. Like you always did. “Bifur?” You asked, drawing his attention back to you. He suddenly leaned down, pressing his lips to your own. You froze, out of sheer panic and surprise. Never, in a thousand years, would you think he would kiss you. You felt him pause, about to pull back when you realised you had been still as a statue. You allowed yourself to dive into the fantasy you had dreamt about for so long, and kissed him back. His bread made your skin itch a little, but you didn’t care as you reached up, your hands finding his chest. A large hand covered your left one while his other hand touched your hip, slipping around to your lower back and pulling you closer. You mewled into the kiss, enjoying the affection and attention, the war that was on the doorstep long forgotten. A voice called through the large hallways. Thorin. It made you jump and step back, panting slightly. Thorin scared you now because he was unpredictable now. The dwarf you had followed seemed long gone, and the stranger who now lead was a far cry from the original. You had hoped that you were wrong and the others who had known him longer would deny your fears. But they didn’t. Thorin called for Bifur to go to the armoury. He didn’t bother coming to search for the dwarf, instead just calling his orders and expecting the echoes to carry them. Bifur looked to you, his eyes silently asking if you were okay. You smiled, giving a small nod. Reaching out, you took his hand for a moment. “Be safe tomorrow.” You said, not posing it as a question but as a statement. He smiled, giving a small nod before mumbling something in his own words. You suspected it was similar to your own statement. and then the two of you parted, and the dread returned to your stomach.

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Racing through the battle field, you couldn’t hear anything as you searched for the dwarfs you had grown so close to. The moment you spotted the floppy hat, you barrelled across the land, throwing yourself at the unexpecting dwarf before he laughed and hugged you back. “Good to see you’re alive too, lass.” Bofur chuckled as you pulled back, his eyes twinkling with relief, happiness and a bit of mischief. “You too. And the others?” You held your breathe for a moment, but Bofur smiled. “Yeah, they made it too. This way.” Bofur grabbed your forearm and pulled you towards the mountain. You saw Bombur resting on a large boulder, a little bit away from all the commotion at the entrance to Erebon. Bifur was standing not far, looking around anxiously with his back to you. But you’d recognised that mass of black hair anywhere. Bombur was the first to spot you, pushing himself off the boulder and engulfing you in a hug. “Thorins sending for family soon. You’ll meet my wife soon.” Bombur pulled back with a smile, and you could see the excitement in his eyes at reuniting with his dear wife. “I cant wait.” You grinned. Movement behind Bombur caught your eyes as you saw Bifur. You ducked under Bomburs arm, you raced to Bifur, throwing your arms around him before you could get a good look at him to make sure he wasn’t hurt. Before you could apologies, his arms locked around you, not allowing you even think about pulling away. “Come, brothers. Lets see if Bilbo is around.” Bofurs voice wasn’t enough to pull you away from the embrace but you saw him and Bombur leaving towards the entrance. Something seemed a little odd about it, and you thought back to the twinkle of mischief in Bofurs eyes, but didn’t want to ruin the moment. “I was so worried about you.” You spoke just above a whisper, blinking back tears of relief. “You cant get rid of me that easily, lass.” The words that met your ears were strange when paired with the voice you were so use to hearing speak Khuzdul. You pulled back, wide- eyed, earning a chuckle from Bifur. “You- you…” you trailed off, but something looked off. Dropping your arms, you frown as you stare at him, trying to figure out what was different. Bifur waited, a smirk on his lips as he held back laughter at your reaction. Then you noticed the dent in his head. “The axe!” You raised your hands over your mouth to cover your surprise. Bifur nearly keeled over as he laughed at your reaction. Proper laughter. Infectious laugher. You smiled fondly, then giggled, then started to laugh with him. In dirty clothes, covered in blood and dirt, with small cuts and nicks and a hell of a lot of bruising, you laughed wholeheartedly for the first time in what felt like a long time. The world fell still around you as you lived in the moment. As the laugher died, you found your feet closing the distant to hug him again. He pulled you tightly against himself, tighter than before. “I love you too.” He breathed in your ear, speaking with adoration and fondness. As if he had said them a million times to you. “really?” You smiled hopefully as you pulled back. “Aye. I tried to tell you before, and again last night, but-“ He pulled one hand off your waist to gesture to the indent that use to have the axe. You ducked your head slightly, smiling like an idiot as your cheeks burned red. He had tried to confess before now? You thought of all the times he had mumbled something to you, looked to you expectantly but always seemed disappointed. Bifur leaned forward, drawing your attention back to him before kissing you again. Neither of you noticed his cousins cheering from the distance.

#bifur x reader #bifur #the hobbit

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thelastspeecher · 5 years

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Bakery AU - Decorating the Cupcakes

On the discord last night, we talked about the Bakery AU a bit, and that got me inspired to write some cute fluffy shit. Because you can always use some cute, fluffy, cupcake-involving writes in your life. Enjoy.

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Stan walked into the kitchen. The person Lute had sent him in to talk to, Angie, was decorating a three-tier wedding cake. The tip of her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth. Stan had noticed before how that always seemed to happen when she focused intently. He inhaled.

“Smells good in here,” he said. Angie looked up from the wedding cake.

“I sure hope so!” she chirped. “Since I baked some cupcakes earlier, if it don’t smell good, then somethin’ went wrong.” Angie nodded at the wall hooks by the door, where Stan’s apron was hanging. “Get suited up, boyo.”

“Boyo?” Stan mumbled, putting his apron on and tying it around his waist.

“I’m older than you by a couple months, I can call ya that,” Angie replied. She frowned at the wedding cake, then sighed. “Well, that’s as good as it’ll get fer now. C’mon, join me.” Angie strolled over to the counter by one of the ovens, where a large number of cupcakes had been laid out. Stan followed, dread building.

“Uh, when Lute said you were gonna teach me, I thought it was more baking lessons.”

“Nope! Decoratin’.” Angie grinned at Stan. “It’s high time we got ya started on that.”

“Shouldn’t Lute be teaching me? He’s got the nicest handwriting.”

“Sure, but I have steadier hands. That’s why I’m the one who does the more important decorations and finer details.” Angie walked over to the fridge and opened it. “Havin’ steady hands was really useful back in labs in school,” she added, seemingly as an afterthought.

“Labs?” Stan asked, hoping to delay the decorating lesson. Angie nodded.

“Science labs.”

“Was it a gen ed requirement or something?”

“Pardon?” Angie frowned at him, bemused.

“I mean, if you went to culinary school or majored in uh…I dunno…food or whatever, why would you take science labs, if they weren’t gen eds?”

“Well, yer mistake there was assumin’ I went to culinary school. I didn’t.” Angie began to dig around in the fridge. “Went to a fancy science technical school. Got myself a bachelor’s in science. Major in biology, minor in chemistry.” She removed a few containers of frosting. “‘Course, the whole environment or atmosphere or whatever ya want to call it, it was rough. Very competitive. Dog eat dog.” She closed the fridge door with more force than necessary. “Rich snobby folks who didn’t like the charity case farmgirl from Arkansas,” she spat. Stan grimaced.

Fuck. The last time I saw her this pissed off, it was when I let slip that I got kicked outta the house. She and Lute seemed ready to drive to Glass Shard Beach and beat up Pops themselves. Angie let out a long sigh.

“I’m not that heartbroken over bein’ done with that school,” she continued. “Didn’t like just about anyone there.”

“…What school was it?” Stan asked.

“West Coast Tech,” Angie answered. She carried the frosting over to the counter. Stan’s jaw dropped.

The fancy-ass school Ford couldn’t get into?

“I know, I know, I don’t seem like the type to get into a place like that,” Angie said, setting the frosting down. She began to dig through drawers, pulling out various utensils.

“No, it’s not that, it’s just-” Stan chewed on his lip. “Remember how you tricked me into blabbing about my twin brother, Ford?”

“Vaguely.” Angie’s tone was light, but her shoulders tightened. Stan recognized this behavior. She was getting ready to jump to his defense.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t about him being shitty or my dad being shitty or anything like that,” Stan said quickly. Some of the stress left her shoulders, but Angie was still visibly on edge. “It’s- Ford’s a genius. Like, legit genius. And he didn’t get into West Coast Tech. So to hear that you got into it, it’s-” Stan winced. “There’s no way for me to finish that sentence without insulting you, is there?”

“Nope. But it’s fine.” Angie smiled at him. Stan felt his heart flutter. “I get it. And thank you fer sharin’ more ‘bout yer past.”

“Well, you were telling me about yours, so fair’s fair,” Stan said with a shrug. Angie chuckled. “But if you went to West Coast Tech for science, how’d you end up owning a bakery with Lute?”

“I took a gap year after I got my bachelor’s.” Angie leaned against the counter, her gaze distant. “Needed it, after the awful climate at WCT. They accepted me into their grad program, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stay there fer it or not. Anyways, while I was tryin’ to decide, Lute visited. And signed the two of us up fer a bakin’ competition.” Angie shook her head. “Still don’t know what possessed him to do it. Maybe he saw a flyer while he was out at a club or somethin’.”

“And you guys won the competition?”

“Oh, heavens no!” Angie laughed. “A professional baker beat us. But we got second place, and managed to impress one of the judges enough that he told us if we wanted to start a bakery, he’d give us the money we need to get it off the ground.” She shrugged. “And we took ‘im up on the offer.”

“Really? Just like that?”

“Yep.”

“What about your science degree?”

“What about it?”

“You didn’t do anything with it.”

“Eh.” Angie pointed at him. “Don’t think I can’t tell exactly what yer doin’, by the way. Lute ‘n I used to pull the same thing to get out of doin’ work. Yer tryin’ to get me to jabber ‘n jabber ‘n jabber until we run out of time fer ya to learn how to frost some cupcakes. No sirree bob.” Angie handed him a pastry bag. “First, we need to put the frosting in the bag. Then we can get to work on frostin’.”

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For about fifteen minutes, they worked quietly, Angie preferring to show him how to decorate, rather than tell.

“Oop, yer a lil off,” Angie said in a soft tone. She reached for Stan’s hand. The second her skin touched his, Stan froze. “Uh, Stan?”

“I, uh, um-” Stan stammered.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

“Uh, no. No.”

“Okay, well, here, let me help.” Angie carefully put her hand over Stan’s, guiding and steadying him. Her fingers were much smaller than Stan’s, slim, warm, and gentle. Stan could feel his face beginning to flush. “Like that. Got it?” Stan’s face burned. “Stan?”

“Yep. Yep. Got it,” Stan mumbled.

“Good.” Angie let go of his hand. “Oh dear, yer shakin’ like a leaf! Are ya sure yer okay?”

“Y-y-yeah. I am.” Stan set down the pastry bag. “So, uh, it seems like a bit of a waste to have me decorate these, since they won’t be good enough to sell.”

“Oh, that won’t be a problem,” Angie said cheerfully. “We can always sell ‘em at a discount. Or donate ‘em to the food bank. We’ll prob’ly do the second one. Folks always want cupcakes fer parties, and people with money issues should have access to ‘em, too.”

“…You and Lute are good people,” Stan said quietly. Angie began to set aside the decorated cupcakes.

“We try,” she replied.

“You succeed. I’ve seen how much stuff you donate. Most people wouldn’t do that.”

“We were raised right, is all. And I can tell yer tryin’ to get out of yer lesson, again.” Angie wagged her finger at him playfully.

“Heh. You caught me.”

Not really. Stan watched Angie continue to pick up a few small things here and there. You guys really are good. A lot better than I am, that’s for sure. Better than Ford, too. Angie gave up science to bake cupcakes and brownies with her twin brother. Ford gave up on me to go do science. A thought occurred to him.

“Do you miss science?” Stan asked. Angie eyed him.

“Stan, we really should get back on track.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. But before we do, will you answer that question?”

“…Fine.” Angie looked down at the counter. She brushed a few stray sprinkles away. “Yes. I do miss it sometimes. I really liked bein’ in biology and chemistry. I mean, I’m happy now, and I don’t think I’d give up what Lute and I have goin’ fer us. But I definitely miss bein’ a scientist.” Angie smiled faintly. “It really…spoke to me. Y’know?”

“Yeah. I do.” Stan rubbed the back of his neck. “Hey, uh, if you miss science, maybe you should sorta, um, mix it with the bakery.”

“What?”

“Ugh, I can’t fuckin’ talk sometimes,” Stan said with an awkward laugh. He coughed. “You could combine science and cupcakes.” Angie was now watching him intently. “Like, um, make science-themed cupcakes or whatever.” Angie’s eyes widened. “Make stuff look like beakers or test tubes, or do those uh, those stick drawings.”

“Yer referrin’ to molecular diagrams.”

“Sure.”

“Ooh.” Angie’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Oh, goodness, Stan. That’s brilliant! Yer a genius!”

“I don’t think-”

“No, seriously, that’s an amazing idea. We could partner with a science camp or somethin’, make it a whole event and have science-themed pastries all day. I love it!” Angie gushed. Stan blinked.

“R-really?”

“Yes!” Angie jumped excitedly. She walked over to Stan and took a hold of his hands. A slow smile began to spread across Stan’s face. “Oh, I have to talk to Lute, and we’ll set up a whole thing. This’ll be great. Perfect way to indulge my scientific side and it’ll be a good promo thing. Goodness, goodness, goodness.”

“Glad you like it,” Stan said, now grinning broadly. “I guess we should get back to-” Angie kissed him on the cheek. Stan’s face immediately turned deep red. He stumbled back, knocking over the tray with the wedding cake on it. The wedding cake went flying, collapsing into crumbs and bits of frosting. Once the air cleared, Stan met Angie’s eyes. Her mouth was open in a silent “O”. “Angie’, I’m-” Stan started. Angie burst out laughing.

“What a day!” she chortled. “I find out more ‘bout yer mysterious twin brother, you tell me I should have a science-themed day fer the bakery, we destroy the weddin’ cake I spent the last couple days on.” She wiped a tear away from her eye. “Dear me.”

“You’re- you’re not mad at me?” Stan asked quietly. Angie laughed again.

“What? No! I was the one who startled ya. Sorry ‘bout that. It was a bit forward of me.”

“I- um, it’s- it’s fine,” Stan mumbled.

If you wanna really apologize, you could always kiss me again. The suggestion died on Stan’s tongue. I shouldn’t say that. She kisses Lute on the cheek all the time. It doesn’t mean she likes me romantically. Honestly, it almost definitely doesn’t mean she wants to be more than friends. And if I tell her to kiss me again, she’ll get pissed and Lute will get pissed and they’ll kick me out, and-

“Stan?” Angie’s voice broke off Stan’s panicked thoughts. “Uh, not to end our lesson early, but I think I need to get to work on replacin’ the weddin’ cake. So maybe you should go help out Lute up front.”

“Oh! Yeah. Yeah, I can do that,” Stan said quickly. Angie nodded, still smiling. Emboldened by the fact that she wasn’t upset with him, Stan took a step forward. “But before I go up front…” Angie looked up at him, curiosity in her bright blue eyes. Stan plucked a large cake crumb out of Angie’s hair. He grinned at her. “You had something in your hair.” Angie turned pink. “All right, now I’ll go help Lute. I’m sure he’s completely failing without me around.” Angie chuckled softly, her cheeks still flushed. Stan winked at Angie and walked out of the kitchen. Lute, organizing a few pastries in the display case, looked over.

“Uh, did ya have a food fight with the cupcakes?” he asked. Stan ran his hands through his hair, combing out the crumbs.

“Nah. I knocked over the wedding cake. So she’s gotta make a new one instead of continue teaching me how to decorate.”

“Wait, what? Oh man, I bet Angie gave ya quite the dressin’ down.”

“No, she didn’t.” Stan joined Lute by the display case. “She laughed, actually.”

“…She did?” Lute’s voice was quiet. Stan looked at Lute. He seemed to be thinking hard about something.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Nothin’,” Lute said after a moment. He cleared his throat. “All right, let’s get this place shipshape.”

“You got it.” As Lute bustled around, getting the bakery ready to be opened, Stan glanced back at the door leading to the kitchen. Stuck in his mind was the sound of Angie’s laugh, the sparkle in her eyes, her blushing face.

“Hey, daydreamin’ Steven,” Lute’s voice said, startling Stan out of his reverie. Stan looked up. “You ready fer the customers?”

“You know it,” Stan said confidently. Lute flipped the sign over to read “OPEN”.

It’s showtime.

#I bring you fluffy bakery Stangie on this fine summer's day #I hope it is to everyone's satisfaction #it's certainly to mine #Bakery AU #Stangie #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Lute McGucket #my writing #my stuff #ficlet #speecher speaks

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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In Sickness and In Health Ch5 - shalaska - pureCAMP

A/N - this has been a long time coming, im sorry!! not sure when i’ll update next as i have exams in july (aaaaaaah) but i’ll do my best!! i hope u enjoy <3

Going in the sea had not been a good idea.

Even in her sleep, Sharon shivered, despite being curled up to Alaska with a tenderness that they had both been too afraid to broach before the confession. No amount of blankets or robes could lift the chill that had settled deep into her bones after her skin had dried. Alaska, as always, feared the worst, and told the driver to continue on through the night.

Sharon’s honesty was scaring Alaska in more than one way. The first being her fear of death - it seemed that both her obstinance and her life force were fading at the same voracious rate. The second, naturally, being the earnest, passionate way she leaned in to their shared kiss.

This was a princess - a member of the royal family that governed Alaska’s entire life. There were laws against this, but Sharon didn’t seem to care. Alaska, again, feared it was because she believed she had no reason to. She didn’t want to die, but she was certain that she was going to.

That night, Alaska was sure she wouldn’t sleep a wink. She sat up straight, methodically rubbing Sharon’s arms to try and warm the princess as she slept, weakened and exhausted. The only sign that she was even still alive was the shallow rising and falling of her chest. Alaska closed her eyes and prayed that she would never have to watch the gentle movement slow to a stop, wishing she could keep Sharon’s heart beating through sheer force of will.

At some point she must’ve dropped off, as she found herself jolting awake and finding that the night had slipped out from beneath her. The land around them looked much the same - plain and green and empty, with a distinct lack of shrubbery or trees. Knowing the tricks of the trade, Alaska was glad - any kind of nature meant a hiding place for looters and robbers. She’d been the victim of highwaymen a few times, but she remembered Willam benefitting from befriending one once. The three friends had eaten well that night, but she had never trusted any of them.

Sharon had clearly woken before her, and was sitting on the opposite bench, wrapped in her robe, a book in her lap. She hadn’t noticed Alaska stirring.

“Hey, morning. How are you feeling?”

At Alaska’s words, she smiled and closed her book. “I’m… alive. Weak, but alive.”

“Good.” Alaska said. “Alive is how we want it to stay. What are you reading?”

Sharon shrugged. “It’s nothing important. I picked up this for you, though.” She lifted a book from beside her. “A compilation of fairy tales.” She told her, blushing slightly. “I read them as a child, before bed. I thought you might like them.”

Alaska bit her lip. “I appreciate it, I do, but I can’t…”

Sharon cut her off. “I know. We could… we could read them together. If you want, that is. It’s okay if - if you don’t.”

“We could try.”

The book was leatherbound, the worn brown cover giving off the impression that it had clearly been read many times before. Atop the leather was a shining gold inscription of a castle, surrounding by swirling cursive letters that Alaska didn’t even attempt to decipher. The pages inside were yellowed with age, but Sharon nevertheless handled them with care as she turned them over, smoothing each one flat as she went. She stopped turning the pages somewhere near the middle, where another story begin. There was a large ink drawing in the centre of the page, depicting a fair haired princess, asleep in an intricate bed. Her hands were clasped over her chest, a picture of serenity. Alaska couldn’t help thinking that the fictional princess looked just like Sharon.

“This is my favourite from when I was a kid…” Sharon said. “I’ll follow the words with my finger as I read it, so you can get a feel for what the words look like. I hope you like it.”

Alaska nodded, resting her head on Sharon’s shoulder as she started to read.

“Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a king and a queen, and the happiest kingdom that there ever was. The kingdom was happy for a special reason, as they would soon be home to a new princess, and peace finally reigned across the land. Everything was perfect.

However, trouble was heading their way. Nearby, two sister witches had moved into the area. One of them was good, kind-hearted and honest. The other was foul and cruel, with a black soul.

When the princess arrived, the kingdom was overjoyed. The king and queen threw a ball, and all of the creatures of the land were invited to celebrate. Every man, every woman, every child; every fairy and elf; every pixie and spirit. Everybody was invited - except for the black-hearted witch.

She was enraged by the kingdom’s betrayal when she learned of the king and queen’s ball. In an instant, she appeared at the palace, darkening the hallways and hushing all of the delighted chatter as soon as she entered. The king stood protectively in front of his wife, as the queen clutched the baby princess in her arms.

“Let’s have a look at her, then.” The witch demanded, forcibly pulling back the baby’s blankets. “Just as I suspected. Pink and rosy and wrong.”

The king scowled at the witch. “Begone, you beast!”

The witch shrugged. “I must say, I’m rather offended I was not invited to this little… soiree of yours. In the future, you will learn from this grave mistake.”

Alaska felt as though she was slipping in and out of her own body as Sharon read. When she wasn’t coughing, straining for breaths after every sentence, she had a pleasant, accented voice, and it was comforting to listen to. In her mind, the story of the princess unfurled, her brain formulating images of beautiful fair-haired princesses in long gowns and scraggly, ragged creatures with hooked noses and warts placing curses on them. She could see the palace, hear the music and the revelry, experience the horror and shock of the vile creature turning up at the palace door. It was the kind of story that she knew, somehow, would have a happy ending, but remained utterly gripped as she waited for the resolution.

Her heart ached as she watched Sharon. Years ago, she was sure, the princess would’ve been sat with her two sisters, perhaps with Adore in her lap, reading fairy tales to them. She would’ve stroked her baby sister’s soft hair, pressed kisses to an unwilling Laila’s forehead, reading the story with exaggerated voices and silly facial expressions. Of course, she would’ve been in good health at the time, with bright eyes and round cheeks and a fuller figure.

Nothing like the skeletal, albeit beautiful, girl who sat beside her.

Alaska tuned back in, hoping to hear the end of the story. She had been listening, drinking in the sound of Sharon’s voice, but she’d been in her head a lot too. Wanting to be fully alert and awake for the ending, she perked up, but Sharon wasn’t talking anymore.

Her skin had gone positively translucent; she was so pale that Alaska could see the great blue veins snaking from under her eyes and stretching across her forehead. Her eyes were much darker than usual, and glassy.

“Sharon?”

One pale, shaky hand was resting at the base of her throat. Alaska felt a surge of dread, like icy water running down her neck.

“Sharon?” She tried again.

The princess gagged, her eyes streaming and bulging as she tried and failed to produce something. Alaska watched, horrified and helpless, as she retched harshly again and again, bringing nothing up and causing the veins in her face to become more and more opaque.

Then, all at once, she gagged and lurched forwards. Her blood, almost black, splattered all against the wall, covering the seats, the curtains and Sharon herself. Once she’d started, she couldn’t stop - she was choking and vomiting pure blood uncontrollably. Alaska panicked.

“Shit! SHIT! DRIVE, FUCKING DRIVE! COME ON!” She screamed, petrified that she would be unable to make herself useful in any other way.

The carriage sped up. Alaska could hear the horses neighing as the driver whipped them, but it wasn’t loud enough to take away from the violent regurgitation. The whole carriage was sprayed with painfully dark blood, including Alaska. When she looked into Sharon’s eyes, they were red and terrified.

A minute passed, and she finally stopped, coughing twice before slumping down. There was blood on her face, in her hair, on her clothes. Her eyes rolled backwards.

“FASTER! PLEASE!” Alaska begged, only just noticing the volume of tears that were pouring down her cheeks. “GO FASTER!”

Despite the blood, Alaska clung to Sharon as tightly as she could. This was so much worse than anything she’d seen so far. This - This was Sharon knocking at death’s door. It was all Alaska could do to hold onto her, trying her hardest to keep her anchored to the world of the living. She could feel her slipping away.

“You can’t leave me now,” She sobbed. “You can’t. I won’t let you.”

Almost as soon as the carriage had sped up, it was screeching to a halt. Alaska clutched Sharon as the driver dismounted, appearing in the window. He didn’t seem perturbed, or surprised, by the grisly scene.

“What are you doing?! Get back out there!” Alaska ordered, her voice shrill.

The driver shook his head. “This is as far as I go.”

“We paid you! Continue!”

“No.” He said adamantly. “No carriage goes here. It’s dodgy, they say. Witches and heathens and the like. Spooks the horses.”

Alaska could see very quickly that arguing would be of no use to her. What she needed right now was time, something that she didn’t have an abundance of. In fact, time was rushing away from her far faster than she needed it to. Before long, she knew Sharon would be dead.

“Fine. Go.”

The moment that Alaska had managed to drag Sharon’s lifeless body out of the carriage, it sped away in the opposite direction. The blood-soaked books had been left behind, and Alaska held only their money and the princess herself. Admittedly, she was strong from years of skilled labour, but it was disconcerting how easy Sharon was to hold. Alaska had spent a lifetime starving, and yet Sharon weighed less than half of her body weight.

She was desperate.

“Is there anyone out here?” She cried out. “Anyone? Someone help!”

A gust of wind swept past. Alaska was sure she heard a voice whispering “This way!” but no one appeared. There was nothing in sight, other than a rusty signpost pointing towards the nearest village. Whatever was there would have to do, for now. Although she had known and acknowledged it before, it hadn’t properly sunken in until now - Sharon was dying. And fast.

She trudged along the path, trying her best not to look at Sharon. The princess was warm and wet with blood, her throat raw from the repulsive outburst. Many times, Alaska had looked at her and sworn she looked dead, but it was nothing in comparison to what she could see now. This was a face that she could see being laid to rest, not that of somebody who would make a swift recovery.

“Please.” She begged, unsure of whether she was asking the heavens or the earth or Sharon herself. “Please, keep fighting. Keep holding on.”

“This way…” The wind replied.

-0-

Alaska’s arms were giving out. Despite Sharon being light, there was only so many hours that Alaska could walk and bear her full weight at the same time. Hours later, in the rapidly darkening world of night, they still hadn’t reached the village. It was likely - and horrifying - that Sharon wouldn’t make it through the night.

Collapsing onto the ground, Alaska laid Sharon down and began to cry, her back pressed against a large oak tree. The whole quest, the search for glory and riches in the hopes of surviving another few years had been utterly futile. She would be left with a broken heart and a broken home at the end of it all. Sharon was going to die, and that was it.

She felt selfish for thinking it, but knowing that her journey had been for nothing really stung. There would be no prize at the end, nothing good to come out of it. Only the memories of a forbidden love that almost was, but wasn’t quite.

Alaska sobbed bitterly. It wasn’t fair that she had been used, it wasn’t fair that she had fallen in love, and it wasn’t fair that she was blaming Sharon for the bleak future that awaited her. She was being awful and cruel, all because things had gone wrong. Deep down, somewhere, she had believed that Sharon just might make it. Now she knew better. Now she knew there was no hope.

It was pitch black, the empty night sky merging with the shade provided by the tree to create a comforting disguise of darkness. Alaska knew she was vulnerable - there was a large amount of money strapped to her, and she was armed with just a sword and a dagger to fight off any skilled thieves. One or two, she could maybe take on, but any more than that would have her seized, robbed and likely killed.

Oh, well. At least she could stay with Sharon that way.

Stop it! She berated herself. Sharon was going to live. She had to. Their kingdom needed a queen, and Alaska… Alaska needed her too.

“Oh, my. What a precarious and peculiar situation? Are you quite alright?”

Alaska turned, the voice jolting her from her misery. She didn’t bother to wipe away her tears, knowing that whoever spoke could barely see her.

“No. She’s dying and everything I’ve done has been for nothing. If you’ve come to rob me, just take it.”

There was a pause. “There won’t be any thieving tonight, I can assure you. Your friend here is sick, yes? She’s quite bloody.”

Alaska frowned, instantly distrustful of the figure. There was no way they could see Sharon, or know that she was covered in blood - Alaska couldn’t see her own hand in front of her face. Had they been watching?

“Who are you? What are you doing?” She demanded.

“All in good time.” The voice replied simply. “It seems that you require assistance. I would be happy to offer it, should you accept.”

There was no other option. “Okay. If you think you can.”

“Yes…” The voice said, though it sounded as though she wasn’t talking to Alaska. There was another pause, then she heard a quiet neighing. “No, no. That won’t do at all.”

Crack.

A bird tweeted.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake!”

Crack.

An ungodly keening broke through the night.

“A banshee? Really? No!”

Crack.

“Ah. Much better.”

A greenish glow had suddenly lit up the area. Standing above Alaska was the figure of a woman, outstretching her long bony fingers. She took them and stood up, trying to take in the person before her.

She was tall and waifish, seeming almost too long to be human. Her skin was white, with deep blue eyes and sunken cheeks. Unusually, her hair was short and grey, yet she appeared to be ageless, floating between looking like an adult and an adolescent. She wore black leather from head to foot, in trousers rather than a dress, and was draped in a brown cloak. There was a tattoo on the inside of her wrist, visible from when she helped Alaska to her feet.

“Who are you? W-What are you?” Alaska managed. An odd mixture of fear and reassurance had washed over her. She didn’t feel threatened, but she was certain that this wasn’t any ordinary human.

She merely smiled. “If you can manage, lift your friend. I will have you to safety in no time.”

Alaska did as she was told. Sharon was still unconscious, and Alaska cursed herself for being so selfish and thinking of herself when the princess had still not woken up. All the time she’d wasted thinking about herself was time that Sharon was losing.

The source of the green light turned out to be what Alaska first thought was a pile of sticks. The woman picked it up, revealing it to be a broomstick, but that didn’t seem to be much of a revelation either. What was she planning - enslaving them? She couldn’t help but wonder if the woman had heard her when she said that Sharon was dying. Neither of them would be any use to her.

“Hold on tightly to this and to her. You won’t fall, but I find it often soothes the nerves of first time flyers. Quickly mount.”

First time flyers?

Before she even had a chance to ask, the broom seemed to have lifted itself. Alaska clutched Sharon, riding side-saddle on the broomstick as it rose into the air and shot away into the night. In front, the figure seemed perfectly calm and composed, as though she was used to her broomsticks randomly floating. If anything, she seemed to be controlling the direction it was going in.

Alaska was flying. On a broomstick.

It didn’t get much stranger. If she hadn’t been sick with worry over Sharon, she would’ve been utterly enthralled with such a novelty.

She tried to ask again who the woman was, but her voice wouldn’t carry over the rushing wind. They were travelling fast, the landscape racing behind them as they flew just below the clouds. It was a speech unreachable by carriages, that Alaska knew - and it was exactly what she needed. Wherever they were going, she was sure they’d get there in plenty of time.

A few short minutes passed of Alaska murmuring prayers for Sharon before the broom touched down in front of a small woodland cottage, just away from a series of lights that Alaska identified as the nearby village. The figure dismounted, clicking once to make the broom stow itself away somewhere inside her home.

“Come, now. There is a space on the table for your friend to lie. Hurry and place her there.”

Again, Alaska obeyed immediately, still somewhat afraid to challenge her unspoken authority. Her voice was soft, accented; it was nothing like she’d ever heard, and yet oddly comforting at the same time.

The cottage was rustic yet homely, made almost entirely of wood and wrought iron. Red and purple candles gave the place a warm glow and a heady, aromatic scent, making Alaska feel unequivocally calmer and safer than she ever had before. In the centre of the room, where Sharon was now lying, there was a large table, surrounded by cabinets and cupboards and strange devices that Alaska couldn’t identify. The grey-haired woman hurried to remove her cloak, taking Alaska’s robe from her and hanging them up before rushing to Sharon’s side. Alaska didn’t bother trying to make sense of her odd, yet comforting surroundings.

“Well?” She demanded. “Who are you? Where are we? Can you help, or not?”

The grey-haired woman placed a hand on Sharon’s ribcage.

“You can call me Max, dearest.” She spoke gently. “Tell me, how did you come across this young woman?”

Alaska found that her tongue had suddenly loosened considerably. As quickly and concisely as she could, she told Max everything - how Sharon was the princess, how she had fallen ill and was in desperate need of help before it was too late, and how along the way - along the way, feelings had gotten complicated. She found herself telling Max things that she swore she could never tell anyone, for her own safety.

“Of course, the darling princess…” Max murmured fondly. “Yes, I remember her birth. Your kingdom was delighted. She was a beautiful baby.”

“She- You know her? She knows you?”

Max smiled. “No, dearest, she doesn’t know me. I attended the ball that her parents held, to celebrate her arrival. She will become Queen soon, will she not?”

Alaska sniffed, suddenly remembering the problem at hand. “Not if she doesn’t get help, and fast. She’s - she’s dying, and even the royal physicist didn’t know what to do. Who-Whatever you are, you’re our only hope.”

Removing her hand from Sharon’s ribcage, Max frowned. “Peculiar. Very peculiar.”

“What’s peculiar?” Alaska asked instantly. “Is she okay?”

“It appears to be so.” Max said clearly. “That is unusual. This, perhaps, is no regular sickness.”

Alaska was on alert. “So there’s nothing you can do?!”

“Not necessarily.” Max said distractedly. “Dear, I need you to step over that glowing line, do you see it?”

Across the floor, although it hadn’t been there to begin with, a glowing white line had appeared, cutting off what appeared to be the living area from a kitchen of sorts. Feeling slightly shunted, Alaska perched on the end of the leather sofa, feeling much colder now that she wasn’t engulfed in the strange thick magic that hung in the air.

By now, she knew Max had to be a witch, which only meant one thing - she had to be the person they had been searching for. A witch who could heal Sharon was her exact instruction, and it seemed that she had found one.

Max was busying around the kitchen, pulling tiny vials of coloured liquids out of cupboards and plucking herbs and powders from their jars. Everything seemed to be in disarray, but she knew how to find it all in an instant. Ingredient after ingredient was carefully added to another small, crystal vial, each one producing some sort of reaction - a puff of smoke, a change of colour, a strong odour. Alaska watched in awe as she worked, all the while remaining inside her magically designated area. As she worked, she murmured an unintelligible incantation.

When the concoction was finished, it was pure gold, swirling like she had taken the shine from the stars and captured it in a bottle. Very carefully, she poured the mixture past Sharon’s lips, and the princess shuddered violently. She lurched upright, wheezing, but her eyes were closed. Her head lolled backwards.

“Quickly.” Max intoned. “State your full name and step across the line, now. You must hurry.”

Leaping to her feet, Alaska muttered her name and dashed towards Sharon, taking her hand and stroking her frighteningly cold skin.

“This is no ordinary sickness.” Max said gravely. “We must look deeper. Do you understand?”

“No.”

“Hold on tight, dearest. Hold on tight and don’t let go.”

-0-

They were in palace.

It was a bright, warm evening in the palace - sunlight was streaming through the large windows, onto the dining table. The royal family were gathered in the middle, looking younger than Alaska knew them to be. Max was watching intently.

“Happy Birthday dear Shaaaron, Happy Birthday to you!” They sang, cheering.

Alaska was taken aback. Sharon’s hair was thick and full, her eyes bright, her skin clear and fresh. She was youthful, happy, and not remotely sick. Her trademark red lips were pulled into a smile, and she clutched a tiny, seven year old Adore in her lap.

“Happy twentieth, darling.” The Queen kissed Sharon’s cheek.

“Go on!” Adore grinned, bouncing.

Sharon smoothed down her dress, tickling her sister’s sides as she did. When Adore screamed and wriggled, she leant forwards and blew out the candles.

Alaska smiled warmly. It was true, Sharon had been beautiful; she was every suitor’s dream, in perfect health and the epitome of gorgeous. Her dress, a stunning olive-green number with lace sleeves and a full skirt, fitted her properly, rather than hanging loosely from her figure. She wasn’t emaciated and gaunt like Alaska knew her to be. She was full of life.

As the smoke curled upwards from the candles, Sharon coughed - just once.

The sound put Alaska on edge instantly. The Queen, too, it seemed, had been worried by the innocuous sound.

“Are you alright, darling?” She asked.

Sharon nodded, her cheeks rosy. “Of course, mother! I think it was just the smoke getting to me. Let’s all have some cake, yes? Miss Michaels!”

Alaska blinked, and she was back in Max’s kitchen. Sharon was lying down once again, positively corpse-like. It was a stark and painful difference from the lively princess they’d seen from just a few years ago.

Max’s expression was grim. “It appears to be just as I feared.” She sighed. “She’s cursed.”

“Cursed?!” Alaska screeched. “Wh- How?!”

Things seemed to just be going from bad to worse. Right when Alaska got her hopes up, they were knocked down again by some unforeseen consequence that loomed in the shadows. She wondered briefly if there was any point in continuing to fight - it seemed that the universe was against saving Sharon’s life. No matter the endeavours to try and keep her alive, the world was fighting to let her die.

“Y-You can help her, right?” Alaska’s voice trembled, betraying the hopelessness that had started to build up in the pit of her stomach. “You can still save her, can’t you?”

Max pursed her lips. “Perhaps…”

She placed her hand on Sharon’s forehead, chanting under her breath. The princess choked, a harsh, guttural sound, and a wisp of pure black smoke curled from her lips, instantly darkening the room. Once warm, the kitchen suddenly seemed frigid. A sinister chill had wrapped itself around the place.

“Of course.” Max whispered. “I suspected, but I hoped it wasn’t that…”

Alaska swallowed. “Wha-What do you mean? Is she okay? What’s going on?”

The witch turned her back on Alaska, hanging her head as though in shame or regret. She gently placed the used crystal vial back into its place and sighed heavily.

“I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do.”

#purecamp #in sickness and in health #shalaska #sharon needles #alaska thunderfuck #max malanaphy #rpdr fanfiction #submission #lesbian au #royalty au

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Alright. Your writing is amazing and Im a complete sucker for angst, soooo #17, ladynoir, post-reveal potentially? Thanks hun!

Sorry it took so long, took me a bit to figure out which direction I wanted to go with the prompt, but here it is! It’s not super angsty, but I got a little of everything in there so I hope you like it!

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#17 – Promise

Miraculous Ladybug

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“I’ll always be by your side.”

It’s a statement that sends chills upher spine, as if a cold hand trails spindle fingers across her skinto leave goosebumps in their wake. She wants to believe him, with allof her heart, because she’d like nothing more than to always face theroad ahead with her partner. He is her strength, her pillar, and hersunshine. Ladybug can’t imagine life without him in it, his beautifulsmile and ever present optimism.

But, as much as this promise fills herheart with joy, it also forms a pool of dread in her stomach. How canhe know? How can he be so certain that he’ll always be there? Notthat she expects him to ever desert her willingly. No, it’s hisdetermination to protect her that scares Ladybug the most.

Chat Noir is always so immediate tothrow himself in harms way, taking hits for her, being thedistraction, drawing the danger and painting a giant target on hisown chest. On one hand she loves him for how brave and selfless heis, but the way he acts it out terrifies her. Hawk Moth is learningfrom them, taking in every defeat with unbridled anger but alsoputting it to use. Every Akuma seems to get a little closer, landharder blows, give them more of a run for their money than the last.It’s a constant dance, a deadly waltz of push and pull, dangernipping their heels like a constant presence. And one day, she fearsit will catch them, and he’ll throw himself in harms way like always.

Just last night she woke in a coldsweat from nightmares, haunted by the images in her sleep. It hadbeen after a close call with that day’s Akuma. A barber, enraged by agreedy customer feigning discontent and smearing the name of hisbusiness, akumatized to become Close Shave. The transformed civilianwields a huge barber’s blade, sleek and sharp and blinding them byreflecting flashes of the midday sun.

Chat had a close shave indeed, blockinga swing that had been aimed for Ladybug by deflecting it with hisstaff. But it strayed far too close, grinding against the staff andsending a shower of sparks from the contact. The blade ended upcatching his forearm along the way just before narrowly missing hisface. Ladybug had screamed, pure, unbridled rage and fear, as bloodseeped from the cut in his suit and ran down his arm, swinging heryo-yo out to wrap around the surprised Akuma.

After the fight, she stood tremblingwith fading adrenaline, clutching his hand in her own and making surethere was absolutely no trace of injury after the fix. “Really, I’mfine,” he tried to insist, but she merely glared down at his armwith tears in her eyes, bringing his feeble assurance to a halt. Shewanted to yell at him, tell him that was stupid and reckless, but shecouldn’t find the words as her throat was too tight. So she gave hima punch in the shoulder, then a tight hug, and ran off without aword, surely leaving him confused.

Later she tries to put it from her mind, toforget the sight of blood running down the leather of his suit, butit will not leave. She feels nauseous a few times imagining what couldhave been, how close he’d come to something much worse, and has tolie down more than once. That night her sleep is plagued by terribleimages, of how things could have gone, and if her fix works on moreserious injuries. In her dreams, it does not. In her dreams, he islost.

These nightmares are the reason sheslumps into her seat at school the next morning, tired and aching anda subtle sway to her body when she tries to sit still. Her friendsknow something is up, but she’s thankful she doesn’t look as terribleas she feels. “Marinette, are you okay?” Adrien asks, startlingher out of nearly falling asleep moments after sitting down. Her bodyflinches upright, an all-over sensation akin to a jolt ofelectricity.

“Ah, y-yes, I’m fine,” shestutters, her heart beating rapidly. For once it’s not becauseAdrien’s talking to her, but for being jolted out of that near sleepstate. She’s too tired to be nervous or embarrassed from those greeneyes watching her, she just wants to set her head on the desk. Somehazy passing of time and the cool stinging of her forehead makes herrealize she’s actually done it. They’ve given up talking to her,maybe assuming she’s fallen asleep in the few minutes before class.They’ll wake her when it’s time.

But suddenly her blood runs cold in herveins, because Alya’s going on about the Akuma attack yesterday andoh there’s a news report about it.Of course there would be, and of course Alya would be playing thevideo. She listens in an uncomfortable fog to the sounds of theirfight, feeling herself dragging down into the depths of sleep. Butsomewhere in the haze of her exhausted mind she hears the sharp hissof metal and Chat’s yell of pain that causes and immediate andviolent churn of her stomach. Marinette stands abruptly and hurriesout of the room, afraid she might be sick as she heads for thebathroom.

The exhaustion fromrunning on a mere 3 hours of sleep opens the door for her full bodyreaction. When Alya finds her in the bathrooms, Marinette is pale andshaking, a cold sweat over her body like she’s just woken from one ofthose terrible nightmares. “Marinette, geez, are you okay? You looklike you’re going to pass out!” Alya exclaims in worry, hoveringover her where Marinette leans heavily over the porcelain sink.

“No, I can’t…”she trails off, another wave of nausea hitting her hard.

“I have to takeyou home, you look terrible,” Alya says softly. “Can you walk? Doyou need a minute?”

She does, sheabsolutely does, so she nods stiffly. Alya looks worried, she’s neverseen her friend so disheveled. “I’m going to go tell Bustier I’mwalking you home, and I’ll get your bag, okay? I’ll be right back.”

Her hands trembleon the sink, and she wonders why this is affecting her so much, sostrongly, as if her heart were about to break. Is it the lack ofsleep making her overreact, or is it something much more? Her headspins just a little, and after several moments, she whispers into thevast silence of the bathroom. “You can’t be by my side if you keepputting yourself in danger, Chat,” she grumbles softly.

“And I can’t beby your side if you get hurt.”

Marinette’s headwhips up so fast that everything spins, and she almost falls overbefore hands are suddenly under her arms, keeping her from hittingtile. That’s definitely not Alya, the hands are bigger, and she fallsagainst a firm chest as her rescuer supports her. Her heart poundingin alarm, she trembles in their grasp because everything is stillspinning so she has no idea who’s touching her.

“Woah thereblondie, girls bathroom much? Thanks, but I’ll take it from here.You’re lucky you stopped her from kissing the floor, otherwise I’dbeat your ass for being in here. Go on, shoo!” Alya berates theperson, steering Marinette away from that comforting figure. Is thatChat? There’s no way he’s here…

But whenMarinette’s vision clears and she peers over Alya’s shoulder, shesees Adrien there, and her heart nearly stops. There are so manyemotions in his gaze, surprise, recognition, worry, love, that itsends a jolt through her body to realize it was him who’d startledher in the bathroom. And it was him who’d spoken those words.

He’s wide-eyed andalmost out of her sight, and just before they round the corner, hemouths something that looks suspiciously like ‘it’s you.’

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Later that nightthey meet up for patrol, Chat Noir ghosting across rooftops until hefinds her, slowing to a halt. He stands hesitantly a few feet awaybefore approaching, looking concerned. “Hey, you okay Bug?” heasks softly, peering at her from under wild bangs. “You look…um…”

“Terrible?” shegroans, running a hand down her face. “Of course I do, I hardlyslept. And today…” she trails off, as if questioning the realityof what happened in the bathroom. Was that really Adrien under themask?

Chat blinks. “Why?”

“Why?” sherepeats, incredulous. “Because of you!” she snaps, startling him.Normally she’d feel bad for causing that kicked kitten look on hisface, but she’s too exhausted to care. All of her pent up worry andfrustration she hadn’t verbally communicated yesterday swells like aflood. “Because you- jumped in front of me like that yesterday andgot yourself hurt because of me- And the nightmares! I kept seeing-You- and the knife-”

She doesn’t realizeshe’s started to get worked up until Chat wraps his arms around herin a hug, trying to calm her down and rubbing a hand up and down herback. “Hey hey, it’s alright, I’m okay, you fixed me up!” heexclaims quietly, feeling her exhausted body start to slump in hisembrace. He’s not sure if Ladybug is actually calming down or if thatbrief burst of angry energy is wearing off. Her arms raise up toweakly return the hug, and his chest tightens with worry. “Are yousure you should be out? Today in the bathroom…”

“So it wasyou,” she whispers in amazement. “I wasn’t sure if I had beenhearing things, or I misunderstood…”

“Yeah, sorry I…after you ran out, you looked so sick, I walked in right as you saidthat and I just kind of blurted out… I’m really sorry, I didn’tmean to,” he rambles nervously, wary of disappointing her forruining their shared anonymity.

“Don’t be,” shewhispers softly, making him blink.

“Really?” heasks, surprised.

Ladybug nods weaklyas he lowers them both to sit on the rooftop. “I… know it wasbound to happen eventually, there’s no denying that. The onlyquestion was whether it would be an accident, or when it becamesafe,” she sighs, making his eyes light up at the implication. “ButChat… I… need you to promise me something.”

He leans forward,claws digging into the palms of his gloves in barely concealed glee.“Anything, My Lady.”

“Please, youcan’t keep… trying to take all the hits for me,” she whispers,making his face fall. “Yesterday rattled me so badly, seeing youhurt like that because you were trying to protect me… I can takecare of myself!” she suddenly exclaims hotly, making him lean backin surprise. “But also, I could never live with myself if somethinghappened to you because of me. In the last 24 hours I’ve nearly hadthree full mental or physical breakdowns because your arm was gaugedopen. I’ll lose it if anything ever happens to you,” she admitssoftly.

Chat swallowsagainst the lump in his throat, feeling the full force of his loveand joy battling against the terrible feeling of upsetting her. “Wellyou know the same is true for me,” he says quietly.

“Then let’scompromise,” she demands. “Instead of you trying to take hits forme all the time, yank me out of the way! I can take hits Chat, soplease, no more human shield! You promised to always be by my side,right? Then be by my side, not in front of me. You’re mypartner and my friend, but you’re not my sacrificial lamb. Okay?”she pleads, taking one of his hands in her trembling grip and lookinghim dead in the eye.

Chat is strucksilent by the expression on her face, her eyes trembling in so manyemotions that he feels like he’s been sucked into a gale of hurricanewinds. His heart skips a beat before coming back to a painful tempoin his chest. He’s not used to seeing her so desperate, pleading withhim when she’s usually self-assured and confident. He wants to sayit’s worth the risk if he can keep her safe, but seeing her so hurtand worried over him breaks his heart. How can he say no? He takes aslow breath, before carefully setting his free hand atop of hers.“Okay,” he finally relents, seeing the wash of relief floodthrough her instantly. “No more sacrificial lamb, for your peace ofmind.”

“Thank you,”she sighs, leaning forward abruptly to hug him. “You stupid cat,”she grumbles in finality, making him laugh.

“My Lady,” hesays in a sudden fit of joy, holding her tight against his chest.“I’m so glad it’s you,” he whispers into her hair, the pleasantswirl of emotion humming in his chest.

Ladybug smiles, andfor the first time since she’d temporarily hated him, she’s notstuttering around Adrien. It’s hard to be nervous anymore because her‘perfect’ dazzling crush is really a giant goofball in cat ears, andthat thought makes her want to laugh. More importantly, he’s been oneof the best friends she’s ever had and he’s secretly been at her sidemore than either of them realized. And that one makes her eternallygrateful, seeping into her voice without restraint as she responds.“Me too.”

“You’re also gladthat you’re you? Or you’re happy that I’m me?” Chat teases.

“Shut up youdork,” she laughs, pushing him over.

#miraculous ladybug #tales of ladybug and cat noir #ml #reveal #and a little #post reveal #ladynoir #angst #blood warning #injury #blood tw #ellowrites #fanfic #prompt list #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #ladybug #chat noir

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yuna-dan · 7 years

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Ink on my skin

I don’t know what the freak just happened, but Im excited. I hope this turns out the way I want to…

This is a soulmate au, the one where if you draw something on your skin it appeared on your soulmate’s.

Btw, I HATE THE TITTLE

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it.

- Warning: Slight angst. Fluff and off-screen character death. Pairing: Moxiety Tags: @obviouslyelementary @killerfangirl3 @scarletsaphire @the-prince-and-the-emo @onemorebookidontneed @umbreon-and-chocolate4life @elephantsatsea @skylions-den @nobodygotarrested @inalandofmythandtimeofmagic @deafchildcrossing also @moral-angst and @organizeddiscord because they like the ship.

Part 2 -- Part 3 -

For the longest time, Patton has loved painting. He knew he wasn’t the best, yet he loved to make bad doodles over his math textbook. Even if his dogs were confused by weird-looking pots or his people still looked like stick-figures, he loved drawing and painting.

He was eleven-years-old when he was told by his dads what a soulmate was. They said some people had such a strong bond that whenever they write on their skin, it would appear on the skin of their soulmate. One of his dads wrote his name and it appeared on the other.

That was magical for little Patton, so he had to try it.

Hello, my name is Patton and I’m your soulmate.

Followed by the doodle or a heart with big eyes and gigantic smile.

His soulmate didn’t answer, but it was okay, maybe they were shy.

Ever since that day, Patton spend hours and hours drawing on his arms, legs and abdomen. He thought to write with both hands so that he could write in both arms without a problem.

Yet, he knew his soulmate deserve something better.

So, one day he stood in front of his dads with tons of brochures about art summer camps, where the kids could learn any kind of art.

His dads smiled and the next summer he was in one of those art camps.

All the kids were in a small cottage. Patton was smiling enthusiastically holding his notebooks against his chest, waving his hand to all the people around him. Just like in any course, they have to introduced themselves with their age, name, what they do and why they were there.

“My name is Roman, I’m eleven and I sing and act. I’m here because I wanna become the best actor in the world.” He said, confidently earning a few chuckles of the teachers and kids around.

This kid, Roman, sat next to Patton and gave him a smile, encouraging to present himself, and soon a cute friendship was born.

“My name is Patton, I’m twelve and I paint. I’m here because I love painting… and because my soulmate deserves better drawings.”

And hopefully, he would get them.

For the next two years, Patton spend a lot of time painting on his walls, in his notebooks and, of course, on his own arms. He never failed to draw something beautiful on his arms…

Or to draw something, he was aware his art was not the best, but he was trying and that was the thing that count.

“Patton, your friend is here!” His dad yelled and with a quick look on the mirror he went to the door.

Roman was on his doorway, waiting for him and Patton has never felt so happy. He had a shy soulmate, an amazing best friend and loving family.

Patton had everything.

Until one moment, he didn’t.

Death doesn’t discriminate. He was aware of that, yet when the car crash took one of his parents away he mourned hard, he was only sixteen.

That night he drew a willow on his tight, and it was the better drawing he had ever made. He cried and cried until he fell asleep.

Sadly, that crash didn’t take just one of his dads. His other dad, William, was still there but he was too depressed to do or say something, he was like the shadow of what he used to be.

Roman was still around, thankfully.

Patton tried hard not to break down, he tried to be the strong one for his father. He tried to smile.

But he couldn’t.

He knew something was wrong because he couldn’t paint. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get any idea of what to draw.

His brain was dried of ideas and that just frustrated Patton beyond level. He was snappy to his teachers, to his father and even to Roman.

He knew something was wrong the moment he stopped drawing on his skin.

He was in math class, hearing some boring stuff when he picked up a sharpie for the first time in six months and he gathered all the value to write to them again.

Sorry for not talking to you. He wrote on his wrist Life is being horrible lately…

I don’t even know if you exist, y’know?

Under his words, he drew a pair of wings, probably something symbolizing his dad but he tried not to think about it too much.

That night after another dreadful dinner with his father, he felt something tickling on his left wrist, but he ignored it, it was probably another mosquito or a bug biting him.

It wasn’t until the itching became painful that he looked on his skin.

Sorry to hear that.

I exist.

And next to the pair of wings a little arrow, pointing a note

This is your best drawing so far…

That night, he slept with a smile on his face.

This might be three chapters long or something, I already have the plot so dw.

#yuna's fic #moxiety #Morality sanders #patton sanders #Virgil Sanders #Anxiety Sanders #Prince sanders #Roman sanders #fic #fan fic #fanfic #Ink on my skin #Soulmate

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mrevaunit42 · 7 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His first day at UA high.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Morning Marco!” Star beamed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?”

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

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

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

“What's up Marco?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tom smirked proudly

“...well, partially correct.”

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

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

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

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

Wait, where was the 8th...?

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

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

“Naturally” Janna smugly replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Always.....

“Please gather your things and follow me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her question was met with silence and determined gazes.

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

She wrapped it tightly around her forehead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Moon barely flinched when Tom reached out for the headband.

“Foolish boy”

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

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

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

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

“CHAAAAARGE!” Janna shouted, fist raised in defiance

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

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

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

“I'm sorry....”

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

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

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

“Star” Marco reached for her but she pulled away

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

“No”

Star turned to Marco.

“We're not giving up”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Too obvious” Moon chided.

“Actually” Janna smirked “Just perfect.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry....” Sabrina murmured softly

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

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

Sabrina was unconvinced as Janna dramatically fell unconscious.

“....No....”

“Here comes the Ferg!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“umm yeah of course Ferguson” Alfonzo answered back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Moon took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Star

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

“Marco?”

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

Star blinked in confusion.

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

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

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

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

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

“Exactly!” Marco beamed

“Wha?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, what's the plan?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then proceed.”

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

“Al, NOW!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wasn't going to lose.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She scanned over each and everyone of them carefully

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

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

Moon watched silently as the class departed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then you have nothing to worry about it.”

River stared off into the distance.

“I sure hope so.”

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

#star vs au #my story

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thecleverkorean · 7 years

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Wanna One As Teachers

A/N: Hello! This is my first writing so I hope everyone enjoys it! i plan to write more in the future. Also for this I made them high school teachers.^.^

Yoon Jisung

Subject: English

Always enters the classroom with a bright smile on his face ^_^

“HELLO EVERYONE!!! WHAT A WONDERFUL DAY!”

“mr yoon...its raining outside...”

Not afraid to shows his passion for the subject and wanting to see his students succeed

would talk to students after class who seems like they are struggling

even set up times either before, after school, and lunch to tutor

students sees him more as a mom rather than a teacher

doesn’t have the heart to scold his students when they are misbehaving

makes an effort to memorize all of his students’ names

Every student in the school wants him to be their teacher for at least one semester

students are in the office demanding to have mr yoon

Tries fun method of teaching to help students learn better

uses memes of his face

Ha Sungwoon

subject: math

sometimes mistaken as a student due to his height (sorry not sorry)

becomes salty seeing some of the students (especially the basketball team) being taller than him

before class starts his jokes around with students while sitting down on the edge of his desk

if a lesson end earlier than planned he would talk with the talk about random topics

but during class he becomes SeriOus

his face becomes very serious and u can from his eyes that gaze tho

goes into deep details with each problem

once he starts on a problem nothing can stop him

and is always prepared for class

HE HAS EVERYTHING

oh u don’t have a calculator for the test? thats fine he already has a briefcase full of them

forgot ur textbook at home? well lucky for u mr ha has a drawer full them them

during work days he would play so songs and he would sing along

Hwang Minhyun

subject: home ec

female students fight to the death to grab a spot in his class

in all of his classes u see that the front row are female

but he is really passionate about his job

his life goal is to successfully teach his students how to be clean

during the cooking course girls goes nuts seeing him wearing an apron

caNnot you nOT

just seeing him wearing an apron while cooking makes him look so husband material

seeing him smile when hes done demonstrating makes everyone melt

even some of the guys

Feels proud teaching students these skills because they are important for life

seems cold but is actually a very soft teacher who is willingly to help anyone

is patient with his students

becomes shy with all of the female attention

tries to convince teacher jaehwan to join his class

Ong Seongwu

subject: history

teacher who is really the class clown

goofs around in class

students feel like they’re the adult sometimes

“WHO WANTS TO PULL A PRANK ON MR HA”

“mr ong....please...”

but hes actually an amazing teacher

uses humor, and playful tactics in his teaching so students would memorize content better

sometimes he would dress up as historical figures

“hey kids look! im cosplaying!”

“mr ong....please...”

goes off topic alot

knows how to get the class pumped up for history

“ARE U READY TO LEARN HOW MANY PEOPLE DIED DURING THIS WAR?!”

“MR ONG PLEASE!!”

mr ong and mr kang were voted favorited otp of the school

Kim Jaehwan

subject: choir

has a beautiful voice student admire

students wonder why hes a teacher and not an artist

he wonders the same thing too kids

ofc he uses his own voice as a demonstration aND ITS FUCKIN PERFECT

wants everyone to be perfect because he wants each and everyone to shine on stage

but he can be cocky about his talent

“it will take a lot of determination and talent to reach my level kids”

-_-

ends up getting locked out of the room as a joke

learned his lesson

offers private vocal lessons to students who wishes to improve

becomes a proud mother when seeing his students perform

likes to harass mr hwang

Kang Daniel

subject: gym

that one hot gym teacher who look GOOD in sweats (boiiii)

always in a cheerful mood with a bright smile

“alright lets run 2 miles today since its a beautiful day!” ^_^

“...”

his bright aura motivates students to actually enjoy gym class

would join the class when they playing games like dodgeball or kickball

tries to be tough but ends up giving his students As or Bs because hes a softie (ahhh so cute)

becomes a cheerleader

especially when students have to run a mile

“COME ON GUYS YOU CAN DO IT!”

“I BELIEVE IN ALL OF YOU”

wants students to enjoying gym so they can be healthy

and wants gym class to be the class where they can forget their worries about classes

always seen hanging out with mr ong

ongneil 4ever da real otp

Park Jihoon

subject: art

because he is a work of art

but really he has an eye for aesthetic

encourages students to express themselves

and let them take risks with art

but if u show him a painting of something adorable he’ll give u extra credit

“mr park i painted u a picture of a fluffy puppy with a bow”

“this picture nae maeum soge jeojang~”

“...”

wants his class to create beautiful art work to make the world a beautiful place

“today for life drawing ill be your model”

*winks*

“...”

girls take his class so they can stare at his face

admire his face

Park Woojin

subject: gym

also the gym teacher

but he teaches dance and cardio workouts

loves to show off his dance skills in front of the students

dreads the square dancing until (i had it in my high school *triGGer)

wants to see his students have the same passion and excitement he has

seems cold and scary

but once people actually talk to him and see him during class hes actually really nice and funny

likes to joke around from time to time

get reALLy into cardio workouts

“COME ON U GUYS!!!”

*everyone dying*

declares a dance battle with daniel’s class during different periods

knows he can win

is shook when daniel starts b-boying

Bae Jinyoung

subject: science

face is smaller than the hot plate

seems like a calm and collected teacher

noPe

experiment days makes him anxiOus as f***

me with college chem (pray for me child)

worries if today is the day were something explodes

even though the experiment is just them comparing the different density of different forms of liquids

watches everyone with major caution

but during lecture days hes calm

is shy still with public speaking so he avoids looking up

but as the year passes he become comfortable

female students fawns over his adorable small face

tHEN HE BECOMES SHY

second opt with mr lee (daehwi)

Lee Daehwi

subject: music composition

his class would be the non vocal class in terms of music

teaches students different instruments such as the recorder and piano

how write music by studying music notes

in the halls or before class starts he is a little child

goofing around with students

but once class starts HELLO MR LEE

becomes serious, stoic face, and stern voice

a tough teacher

only because he wants his students to become the best

would push his students to the edge

so they will become stronger and evolve as the best

but is seen clinging onto Jinyoung

brought flower petals to school one day and blew them infront of his class

“now thats what i call effects!”

“mr lee..u okay??”

Lai Guanlin

subject: language (Mandarin)

freakin tall teacher

everyone literally has to look during class

toO TALL

students loves his class tho

they actually learn

since his pronunciations are perfect

the students follow along to perfect it

isnt the type of teachers who jokes with the students

instead likes to listen to students joking around and laughs with them

becomes so proud seeing his students communicating in Mandarin

“im proud of my children”

looks clueless but is actually very intelligent

helps students who seem like they are struggling

babied by the other teachers

adores mr jihoon

#wanna one #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #yoon jisung #ha sungwoon #hwang minhyun #ong seongwoo #kim jaehwan #kang daniel #park jihoon #park woojin #bae jinyoung #lee daehwi #lai guanlin #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #thecleverkorean

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survivingjapan · 7 years

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EPISODE 14 “Pippa and the Boys.” - Pippa

Can I just say: Best. Results. Ever. Johnny is an AMAZING guy. A favorite through and through. However, him going was the best result from that rock draw (although maybe Trace/Dom/Pippa would've been better). And without him, Trace and Dom are just kinda there. They don't pose any immediate threat. What has now come out of this tribal is also just overall better for my game. Drew? trusts me more. Steffen? trusts me more. Sarah and Crow? trust me a lot but like idk if it's more lol. Junior? trusts me. Tommy? needs me rn. Andrew? Welll actually... So Andrew and I have now had a conversation about our prior "beef" and it turns out, it was just both of us overthinking. I know Andrew is a definite threat to me and my game, however we now will have a working relationship that can hopefully further my game more. And he can actually maybe vote for me/I can vote for him in the end if we can continue working together from this day forward. I was open about my vote against him and my slight like BLAH about him, and we talked it out and we're okay now ! Now, I just need to talk to Dom and Trace, try and wrap their heads around my game and we'll be gucci. If I can go deep with connections piled on connections and people wanting to kill each other over me? That's gold. Reminder that while I'm not the best gameplayer, I know how to work a jury. I'm not a complete asshole. I've learned. Lying will get me nowhere and if Steffen wants to keep doing that, I'll genuinely go final 2/3 with him. But I'm still not set on Drew or Sarah or Crow. I loved all 3 of them, but they're so fucking smart.

http://youtu.be/B4Z0O0blbpY SHOOK

My names pippa and my confessional game is weak. So sarah just told me i play a great UTR game. IS that good? Idk but im not really being targetted. Im glad johnny went home in rocks last night. That just means i get no blood on my hands and i didnt have to take a good friend out. I can play nice with these people all i want but that doesnt mean im fond of any of them. Andrew wants to keep Crow in, I want Crow out. I don't trust him and he doesnt realize he buries himself in some holes with the stuff he says. Junior isnt my favorite rn either but i wanna know the 3 people who voted andrew. I know Brain was one, but who are the other two? Im convinced it was Crow and Sarah. Who knows????

Wow we have SO MUCH to fuckin talk about okay where I do even start. I guess I could go with all of the messy ass strategizing that happened yesterday. So keep in mind I'm at a state fair basically all day and have to communicate to these MANIACS on shitty barn wifi for 5 hours and get home only just in time for tribal. Basically all the heroes were in and out of each others' pms all day deciding between Sarah, Brian, and Crow for the vote. I obviously do not want Crow going. Pippa and I have a game relationship with him and we can't have him leaking about the hero idol. Plus he's kinda growing on me? Even though he's a sneak and might be the death of me he's super cool and kinda hilarious. Plus he's a connection to the villains so like. Yeah! Basically we kinda decide to finally go for Sarah but make it seem like we're doing Brian. Which just seems too damn simple. Meanwhile Crow is being sketched out by Pippa and I bc there was a villains plan to split up Johnny and Trace. I told this to Junior and I guess he assumed Crow was behind it so he started spreading that that was a plan and Crow got mad at me? But I'll say right here in confessionals that I did not drop Crow's name in that plan. But nonetheless the bird was suspicious. So blah blah damage control and it's like okay well Pippa and I were kinda thinking hmmm should we go for Trace or Johnny but like, it's too risky and we'll kill our games with the heroes. Life goes on yada yada I'm just sitting there stuffing my face with fried Oreos and suddenly Johnny drops into my pms and we're both just like it's 8 and we don't have an official vote so I suggest Johnny make a chat with just all the heroes to hash shit out and figure who we're voting. I need to make sure that they get away from Crow, and I'm just like voting Sarah is free all you have to do is type out 5 letters y'all but then Johnny... Johnny fucks up. And he says why don't we go for Junior :~) And in a chat with myself, him, Pippa, and Steffen, he tells us not to worry and that he has good reason for going for Junior and that we'll thank him after tribal. So there I am. Sitting there with half a fried Oreo in my mouth while Pat Benetar is singing We Belong in the distance (she was really there y'all at 64 idk how the fuck a bum fuck Connecticut state fair booked her she's doing great btw)... And I'm like. JOHNNY IS REALLY TRYIN IT??????? See, Junior made the Big Miss Steak of telling Johnny right before the Kendall tribal that he had the villain's idol. Now I knew before Johnny did, and I advised Junior don't. But he did! So! I fucking run to Junior and say play your damn idol because Johnny is really about to TRY. IT. And this is perfect because Junior could try getting the villains to vote out a threat like Johnny or Drew. But Junior says he doesn't have sway on the villains which is like DUH and I scream and I'm like idk try dude we have like 25 minutes! So he's telling me how he went to villains and got it onto Drew but told Sarah to vote Johnny and I'm freaking out just ever so slightly because I know I could possibly possibly possibly be the vote but it's w/e. And then Miss Sarah messages me at 9:01 asking who I voted and I'm like fuckin uuuuuuuuuuu Junior? I told Junior that I voted him to save face also. And I also told Pippa Junior was playing and idol so sorry Junior! But um yeah. Sarah is just like lol well Junior has an idol and I ask oh rip well who are they voting AND GIRL ISN'T ANSWERING BUT IS TALKING IN THE TRIBE CHAT. Naturally I begin to freak out, and on top of that Drew is going into full despair in my pms saying he feels something really bad coming. Sarah just knocked on my door in a grim reaper costume and just winked before walking away, Drew is having a full Dread Episode, Pippa is like nah you're good hold onto that idol boy, and Junior is like it's good I got the votes on Drew! I think... But yeah! I did... maybe. So obviously I am freaking the absolute fuck out and I just straight up go to Junior like uuuuuu did you tell anyone you're playing this idol and he said yeah and yes he told Sarah so HAHAHA. HAH. But it's fine right? There's no way they pulled a fast one and are just voting me. Right? :') Well tribal comes around and I'm on call with Pippa and she's saying it's fine. So Junior plays and Johnny is like oh fuck. Then Drew plays. And I'm like okay? Um. Yikes. And then Sarah plays some fuck shit that doesn't work and I'm way too stressed so I play my idol! And Junior gets 8 votes! And Drew gets 2! And I get 2! And like! HELLO? So to make a long mother fuckin story short... Johnny of all people is rocked out which was FANTASTIC. CHERRY ON TOP OF THE CAKE. He knew about the villains and the beauty idol so like he could go! Too strong. And he had to get blindsided soon anyway. So Johnny I love you dude and I actually gained way more of a liking to you than I already did from hosting you so you're awesome but WHEW. FAREWELL. And now it's the fallout. Honestly? That's the most pure euphoria I've ever felt in a single moment in a game. And after hearing all the info I have, I think I have this mostly figured out. I freak a little in the chat and Tommy tells me he voted Junior which would make sense because he got 8 votes. Sarah comes and tells me she didn't vote for me, and says that she knows I voted her which w/e be a Petty Betty™ but she says that maybe if someone told her who voted her then maybe she'd tell me who voted me and I think I finally convinced her it wasn't me because I said at this point I'd trade the info? But idk oh well. Also Crow doesn't come forward confirming or denying he voted me, and I approached Brian and he admitted he voted me. Which btw that was the first time we talked in a while, and it's also just some outside of the game things but I think we ultimately hashed everything out. Anyway, Junior voted Drew so my votes were Brian and one of Sarah or Crow. And the other voted Drew. And I'll be pissed if Crow voted me tbh. But we'll see. The thing is though, Crow said to Pippa and I that himself, Sarah, Brian, and Tommy were all on call and typed in Junior, and then stepped away from their computers or something. Which is a damn lie obviously. So I decided to look back at the merge chat during tribal for shits and giggles, and then the reactions of the villains when I played my idol in particular made shit click. They were pretty standard when Junior and Drew played, but when I played was when Crow, Brian, and Sarah started yelling about rocks. And in the back of my mind I didn't think of it much at first but I was just like okay I guess? And then Crow comes to my pms and say congrats on avoiding rocks which was also confusing. But it didn't hit me till after re reading the chat that they definitely split on purpose, and the villains knew that once I played that all of the votes were gonna be null. And they were gonna go to rocks. So now I have to keep an eye out on Crow. Because there's no way he didn't know this was happening. It's all just so sketchy and idk where to go from here, but I know I need Sarah out. She's just way too chaotic, and in a weird way she saved me by sketching me out at 9:01 but also she makes everything very chaotic. She's grown on me personally but she's wild to play with. I guess I can just make a confessional on what happens now because I have shit to say about talks I had with Steffen and Drew. And this confessional got thicc as fuck so. Hope whoever read this essay enjoyed the reading material!

hi loves it's been a while! after i went through my therapy sessions, I decided that it was time to pick up the pieces of my emotional stability and make a fragile little glass ball! and then guess what happened! these fucking fools shattered it. So after merge, i came in thinking lil crow could blend into the shadows and take a day to relax! but then crow is told he has to pick a side immediately and vote out Kendall w/ Johnny/Pippa/Andrew or Junior w/ Sarah/Brian/Drew crow voted Junior cuz junior is a snake that crow has warned others about! junior stayed! kendall went. i was in minority. so after that, i ghosted the hoes. I was over it, i had more important things than these people, but then im alerted that its "me or brian" HELL NO. OH DONT U EVEN DARE TRY AND TARGET ME AND MY SON so crow caused a little bit of chaos with bullshit lies. he told andrew/pippa that he heard they wanted him out (which he didn't!) and then told hinted to johnny that the heroes were cracking (which probably was true but crow had no proof!) ALSO, he threw out trace's name for the lolz! then after I sat back and let them rat me out (cuz i know they're all rats!) they caused their own paranoia, erasing mine and Brian's name from the slate. =) in a last ditch effort to have comfort in numbers, a group was formed to vote out the ultimate snake, junior. 8 minutes b4 tribal junior comes to me asking to work with me and build trust and yadada and knowing there was a good chance he had an idol, crow played phony and told him that we needed to keep the villains strong! (thus protecting his core of brian and sarah). he agreed and suggested to vote drew, so i pretended to agree! then when junior, drew, and andrew pulled idols out of their asses, i sat pretty knowing I received no votes - but nervous about the inevitable rocks. then i drew a rock and production really TRIED me by putting me at #2 but im better than them and survived! so now im sitting in final 11 with my besties and in a somewhat decent position for a change! =)

Andrew is a paranoid ass hoe, first he thinks the second vote for him came from Sarah, then Drew....when in actuality I was the one who tried blindsiding him last tribal, I swear at this point this boy is spilling all this anti-Drew tea to me and now I'm just reveling in it because I still know Drew has an idol and when Andrew feels its time to strike, tbh it'll be time to use that idol on Drew and destroy Andrew in the process, making Drew a bigger target and next to go tbh, but right now we just need Sarah to use her idol, then take a villain out and our villainous plot will be in motion, I like evil

So Pippa or myself might be dying. Drew voted me according to Junior along with Brian who I knew bc Drew is still convinced I gave Crow the idol which yes I did but. Leave me alone! Honestly just trying to get Sarah out this round but she has that weird reset idol and also could have a merge idol so idk man. I kinda have a bad feeling about tonight and if I get these double digits again catch me going into a major depressive episode! Trace and I decided on Sarah early this morning and seemingly got Dom and Steffen on board? Dom I guess is hero strong and Steffen... I really hope he wouldn't vote me out. Or even Pippa. And then Junior wants Sarah out so like here we go I guess! Idk what the fuck Drew is gonna do because he's a snake. Sarah requested us working together today but it was bullshit. Lmao! Farewell! I'm probably dead. Or Pippa is. Last weird thing is I guess is I told Crow it's me or myself (played dumb about if it could be Pippa) and he said he wasn't letting either of those things happening? Idk! If Crow can work some magic and save me that's fine. Idk man. A bird will either save me or kill me tonight. Or Drew. Or Sarah. Pippa? BEYONCE? I'm so tired can we just have the tribal already? Also if Steffen flips I'm snapping his neck.

So if everyone votes the way they say they are, no weird items are played, and Crow throws his vote, then it could really go to rocks. Fuck! 15 minutes till my imminent death at 11th place :')

I finna think Sarah's gonna die this round and I miss her already. A true fucking queen. I'm so glad I finally worked with a girl in a game and that it was her because I couldn't imagine playing with anyone else.

#returnrevengeredemption #confessionals

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