#just some guy who isn't so tall and grand after all! just some guy who's also wandering around campus going to class or whatever!

[thebirdandhersong]

looool the world is so small and brief encounters are funny--as in I froze for a moment from the shock and then, when I was out of sight, laughed hysterically because I hadn't expected it

#in other words. saw the first guy who ever asked me out today while walking home #and remembered how Tall and Grand i thought he was and how much i looked up to him #he was the first boy to break my heart! and he was walking around campus too i guess #suddenly he was just THERE and i was like. songbird that is literally just some guy #just some guy who isn't so tall and grand after all! just some guy who's also wandering around campus going to class or whatever! #who also happened to ask you out years ago because he wanted **a** girlfriend and went for another girl less than a week after you said you #weren't ready to date. like wooooo boy the world is so small #i don't know why i wanted to laugh so much when i saw him #(there WERE uncharitable reasons too) but i walked back home with a light heart #because thankfully life goes on and time moves on and things that leave you lying on your bed #feeling hollow and achey inside because you wouldn't let yourself cry #those things eventually DO fade and the sun DOES come out #and then you walk on and have lunch with friends and sing loudly in the stairwell when you get back #because all shall be well and all DID turn out well and all is well now :)

[a-book-of-creatures]

And since I just reposted something about Animorphs, here's more required reading - K. A. Applegate's letter to the fans after the series ended. Removing spoilers just in case because you need to go out there and read every one of the 60 or so books.

Dear Animorphs Readers: Quite a number of people seem to be annoyed by the final chapter in the Animorphs story. There are a lot of complaints that [spoilers]. That there was no grand, final fight-to-end-all-fights. That there was no happy celebration. And everyone is mad about the cliffhanger ending. So I thought I'd respond. Animorphs was always a war story. Wars don't end happily. Not ever. Often relationships that were central during war, dissolve during peace. Some people who were brave and fearless in war are unable to handle peace, feel disconnected and confused. Other times people in war make the move to peace very easily. Always people die in wars. And always people are left shattered by the loss of loved ones. That's what happens, so that's what I wrote. [spoilers] That doesn't by any means cover everything that happens in a war, but it's a start. Here's what doesn't happen in war: there are no wondrous, climactic battles that leave the good guys standing tall and the bad guys lying in the dirt. Life isn't a World Wrestling Federation Smackdown. Even the people who win a war, who survive and come out the other side with the conviction that they have done something brave and necessary, don't do a lot of celebrating. There's very little chanting of 'we're number one' among people who've personally experienced war. I'm just a writer, and my main goal was always to entertain. But I've never let Animorphs turn into just another painless video game version of war, and I wasn't going to do it at the end. I've spent 60 books telling a strange, fanciful war story, sometimes very seriously, sometimes more tongue-in-cheek. I've written a lot of action and a lot of humor and a lot of sheer nonsense. But I have also, again and again, challenged readers to think about what they were reading. To think about the right and wrong, not just the who-beat-who. And to tell you the truth I'm a little shocked that so many readers seemed to believe I'd wrap it all up with a lot of high-fiving and backslapping. Wars very often end, sad to say, just as ours did: with a nearly seamless transition to another war. So, you don't like the way our little fictional war came out? You don't like [spoilers]? You don't like that one war simply led to another? Fine. Pretty soon you'll all be of voting age, and of draft age. So when someone proposes a war, remember that even the most necessary wars, even the rare wars where the lines of good and evil are clear and clean, end with a lot of people dead, a lot of people crippled, and a lot of orphans, widows and grieving parents. If you're mad at me because that's what you have to take away from Animorphs, too bad. I couldn't have written it any other way and remained true to the respect I have always felt for Animorphs readers. K.A. Applegate

#animorphs #k a applegate #she was so real for this

[lillunna]

Posed -Raihan x fem reader- pokemon CH1

Note: I decided to go with the head cannon that Nessa and Raihan are cousins and all characters are around 21, except hop and gloria they are around 17/18

Word count:1658

Warnings: drinking mentioned Stalking? (if you squint)

*Check out the chapter before this marked teaser for a better understanding of this chapter, the teaser just gives background.*

Synopsis: Being a pokemon contest idol wasn't easy, it's even harder when you've been an idol since your childhood. Being raised in the Hoenn region and being forced to travel around to participate in contests made it impossible to make any friends since you never stayed anywhere long enough, this all changed in the Kalos region. After making a name there and finally separating your name away from your overbearing parent you decided to move to the Galar region looking for a different life but of course rumors follow and the internet is cruel 

Chapter 1: Gossip is old news

My morning photoshoot went well, luckily leaving me with extra time to enjoy the Hano Grand Resort till my final photoshoot of the night. Hopefully I'll have some left over time to enjoy the Alola region for the few days left in this beautiful island, maybe even catch some new pokemon. After saying my goodbyes to the other models and crew, a girl grabs my attention by calling out my name, “Well if it isn't my favorite pretty girl” I turn to see none other than the gorgeous Galar model Nessa. “Nessa, it's been ages! Are we set for a photoshoot tonight?” 

After catching up with the famed model and finished our last photoshoot for the night we agreed to get dinner and catch up more in the restaurant of the Hano Grand Resort. “I’ve decided to move to the Galar region actually, im looking for a change and hopefully a better life, the Kalos region is nice but is just a never ending life of fashion, and of course as you know my mother still lives there and I’d much rather be as far away from that woman as possible.” I explain to Nessa who is as excited as a yamper upon hearing the news of me moving to her home region. “Have you already found a place?” I nod showing her the location and pictures revealing a cute and comfy cottage on the outskirts of Wedgehurst. “Ah that's not so far from Sonias, I’ll introduce you two when you move. maybe I can even set you up with someone when you move.” Nessa laughs as she makes this joke knowing I don’t focus on relationships, always thinking about my pokemon or work.

 After a few drinks and laughter later we decided to call it a night but just to my luck Nessa was never the best at holding her alcohol, leading the drunken girl to her room which luckily was just down the hall from me since the modeling agency had booked them for us all in advance. As I walk up to her door and drag the card from her handbag and help her change out of her dress and heels and place her on her side and put a glass of water and ibuprofen on the bedside table, “You know Y/N I feel like you’d like my cousin he’s a nice guy” Nessa slurs out right before passing out I giggle at the girls interesting commentary and turn the lights off and head to my room. As I walk out of the room and down the hall I run into a tall man wearing a dress shirt “I’m sorry miss im in a bit of a rush” and leaves before I could even apologize, I watch the man walk away. I turn my head to the sound of several camera snaps, dismissing the sound knowing this resort is filled with models for this event and paparazzi is inevitable whether I like it or not. 

Waking up early was a given sinceI had more shoots in the afternoon and an interview at 10 AM but at the time my phone was blasting I can’t help but think it’s much too early, ignoring the constant buzzing was almost impossible. I grab my phone to see my PokeGram being tagged in a post from the Galar Gossip gram, at first I think they must have been posting about Nessa and I drinking together last night but then I see the picture and see the man I ran into last night. The caption saying the Dragon Gym leader Raihan and I are dating, the post even calls itself out stating that the two of us have never interacted. After quickly finishing getting ready for my interview that was still two hours away, I make my way over to Nessa’s room to try and get an understanding why I’d be suddenly paired with her colleague.  

As I go to knock on Nessa’s room, the door suddenly opens to reveal the very man I'm rumored to date. Before I can process what's happening the male looks around and drags me into the room where I see a very amused Nessa watching the scene in front of her, “I was just about to call you, I need to introduce you to as you've probably heard of your rumored boyfriend and my cousin, Raihan.” Nessa immediately starts laughing at my dumbstruck face, I hear the male besides me sigh as he scratches the back of his neck. “Y/N right? Nessa told me a bit about you sorry about this whole mess, I should have found it a bit suspicious when I received an anonymous text about Nessa being black out drunk in the hall. Thanks for getting her back here last night.” he reaches out to shake my hand. “It wasn’t a problem, definitely wouldn’t be the first time, though knowing that someone planned this makes me curious what would a gossip blog get out of starting such a rumor. I mean most people by now know that while short my love life has always been transparent.” I state as I go to sit down next to nessa. “Exactly why choose Y/N out of all models she's basically untouchable, everyone knows creating false rumors about her will lead you to get blacklisted from any big social events.” As the conversation continues my alarm informs me that I have 30 minutes before my interview. “Sorry Nessa I’ve got my last interview in 30 and my last photoshoot after and I still have to get Gara ready, I can probably set the story straight about this whole rumor situation.”  At the mention of Gara’s name my Garchomp comes out of its pokeball curious and noisy as always, I see Raihan immediately intrigued and pull out a pokepuff and hand it to the ever food motivated Gara. “A dragon type? I never would have taken you for a dragon type of girl” Raihan says showing full interest in me. After saying goodbye to the two I head to my interview on the way to the location provided in Konikoni city, I see a woman with purple hair holding what looks to be a shiny alolan Vulpix and a young blonde haired boy. The woman immediately notices my presence and calls out to me, “Excuse me miss i'm sorry to bother you but would you happen to have anything to heal this pokemon she’s in critical condition and we can’t bring her to the poke center out of fear that moving her will cause more damage.” I immediately pull anything that can help the small pokemon out, the woman introduces herself as Wicke and she voluntarily introduces the young boy as Gladion. Once the vulpix starts to wake she curls into my lap, the sight saddens me thinking of the ninetails I used to do competitions with that my mother retired stating that she was “getting aggressive” which was a total lie the ninetails only ever defended me from her abuse. “I think she likes you, she’d definitely be safer with you than anywhere else.” Wicke said, handing me a premier ball to catch the small fox-like creature, before I could ask the Vulpix if it wanted to come with the pokemon nudged its head clicking against the ball to catch itself. The two said their goodbyes and left as I rushed off to go to my interview now with a new friend in my team.

“Now Miss.Y/N on your social media you posted that you’d be taking a break from modeling and pokemon contests?” The interview processed exactly as I thought it would, I sat across the interviewer with a very comfortable Lila on my lap. “Yes, after this trip I’ll be moving to the Galar region and working on myself for some time, of course I’ll get back into the modeling scene in Galar after some time to adjust.” At the mention of the Galar I see the reporter sit up in interest. “So does this move to Galar have anything to do with Galar Gossips' post about you and Gym leader Raihan allegedly dating?” Even if I expected this question, it still shocks me to hear it out loud. “Sadly I’ve only met Raihan recently though I believe he is a fine gentleman. We don't know each other, other than our mutual connection with Nessa. Maybe if fans really want it we could do some collabs but other than that Raihan and I have no history. The picture of us that the Gossip post posted was simply a picture of Raihan in a rush and accidentally running into me” After finishing the interview up and heading to my final shoot, immediately after I get on a plane heading to my new home in the Galar region.

#raihan x reader smut #raihan x reader #gym leader raihan #raihan #raihan pokemon #pokémon #pokémon x reader #smau #gym leader nessa #alolan vulpix

[vimbry]

woke up from a nightmare that I think a 10 year old would have. I went to a concert where the band were playing in huge, mascot-style fur-suits.

afterwards, I walked out into this grand foyer of the bizarrely ornate location this thing was being held in. there were mosaic tile floors, golden chandeliers, and a conservatory/orangery-like place at the farthest end of the room.

the foyer was hosting some kind of indoor market (I think this dream took place in like, a fancy furry con lmao), and while I was checking out a stand of greetings cards and snacks, one of the band members re-appeared right beside me. they were some kind of unidentifiable,  indigo-coloured dog-like creature. I said, "aw, hi! you're so cute :)" and they wordlessly handed me a chocolate bar from the snack stand - then another, and another, and I was like "uhh...... why-"

but then this man jogged up to us and explained oh, hey, sorry about that! he's the one who made those performers, they're not costumes after all, and this one's supposed to cheer people up if it notices they're sad -  but as I can see, it's malfunctioning, bc A. I'm not sad B. it's not meant to rectify this by just, stealing gifts for people. and he goes, don't worry tho I'm just about to fix it! does some sort of quick rewiring, and walks off. so I'm wondering oh cool what's it gonna do now :) the robot slowly takes each chocolate bar away from me and puts them back on the shelf, and I think, good start! then, it takes away a pair of handmade gloves that I was wearing and I think. what. it reaches for me again and I decide to just go elsewhere in the building.

at some hazy point in the dream, some other person explains to me "uhh hey, the inventor guy won't admit this, but he Totally screwed up - the robot can detect sadness now, but its action is to remove things from you instead of adding them, because it's looking for the cause of your feelings, and until it finds a cause, it won't stop removing things. this isn't limited to objects". and I'm like "cool 👍",  and spend the remainder of this dream sprinting and hiding from a 6ft tall dog machine who wants to rip my limbs off.

it couldn't be fooled by smiling or something, because it read your brain activity/temperature/etc, so it was near impossible to mask the fear of the threat of this thing. I don't know why I couldn't just leave the building, bc as the night went on, the convention packed up and people disappeared, but me and the other person were just running and cowering behind things whenever it noticed and made for us, while the inventor was completely adamant nothing was going to happen.

I woke up to what sounded very clearly the dad next door also waking up his groggy son, like they do most mornings, until I felt the heavy weight of someone sitting down sink onto the bed right next to my legs. just a lil hypnopompic hallucination to close it off.

#if fnaf7 or whatever they're on comes out and it's like this I expect credit #dream diary

[akwolfgrl]

LFT 30

Luffy had lost the cool smoke trail, but he did at least recognize where he currently was. He headed straight for the old man's bar from yesterday. He would just have to find what he was looking for later. He opened the door and walked inside. The old guy from yesterday was sweeping the floors. He looked up when Luffy walked in.

“Oh your back I see,”

“I told you I would be!” Luffy hopped up onto the same bra stool from yesterday. “Got any more cool stories for me?” He asked excitedly.

“Hmm I might have a good one,” The old man put away his broom and went behind the bar to pour two glasses. “This pirate hasn't been heard from in nine years, him and his whole crew vanished without a trace, it's said his kicks where so powerful he could cursh bloder and leave his foot prints in steal. His name came from the blood that would cover his boots after he was done. The Red Leg Zeff,”

“Oh! I know him! He has a peg leg, a tall funny hat and a long mustache, his kicks hurt almost as much as Sanjis,” But Sanji and Nami hurt him more because they loved him. Just like with his grandpa's fists of love. “He has a funny shaped boat! It's shaped like a fish, and it's a reastrunt, but it's kinda broken right now,” Luffy drank the milk the guy poured for him. “Tell me more!” He could always tell Sanji the stories later, and he could add his own details.

“Huh, well, there are rumors that he fled the grand line after kicking a celestial dragons head clean off his body, but there other rumors that it was an admiral and threw his chest,”

Luffy leaned forward eager to here more.

<>

Smoker entered the rundown gold Roger bar. Raoul, the old man who owned, looked up from behind the bar.

“Ugh, so it's you,” He looked away upset.

“Now that's no way to treat a customer, especially your only one,” Smoker teased the man.

“Why don't you cut the crap? You just wana see me close this place down,” Raoul snapped at him.

“You don't have a right to be angry with me,” Smoker informed him as he took a seat at the bar. “I didn't turn all the pirates around here into cowereds. That was all them,” Raoul ignored him and went to do stuff behind the bar, and his back turned to him. “They are just too weak to go against me, how can they survive the grandline if they can't even go up against me,” Smoker knew he was strong but he was also aware that he was nothing compared to the admirals and the vice admirals. He noticed two glasses on the bar. “Well isn't that nice? You had a customer other me after all,” Smoker didn't hate the old man. He felt pity for the guy. “I think I'd like a taste of rum old man,”

“I don't have any for you,” That finally provoked a response. Smoker ignored him and used the smoke from his cigar to grab the bottle from himself.

“Don't be such a bastard. After all, today is a very special day,” Raoul paused in whatever he was doing. Smoker pulled the cork out of the bottle. “Don't you think?” He asked retochily, taking a swig from the bottle. He could feel some of drip down his chin and neck. “Good stuff,” Raoul had good quality booze.

Shortly after getting lost in memories of Gold Rogers execution and young marine brust therw the door.

“Hey, here's the new water poster put where people can see it,” Smoker turned to look at the young man. He dropped his paper to suilt him. “Captain Smoker, my apologies, sir!” He had seen a flash of yellow as the paper fluttered to the ground.

“Huh?” He got off his stool and went to pick up the new poster it was a picture of a young teen with a big grin on his face and a familler hat. “That's a starwhat. That kid from earlier was Monkey D Luffy,” Pirates are getting younger every year, not just him getting older. He couldn't be more than sixteen or seventeen. He had the same name as Vice Admiral Garp. It seemed like Garp had torbles with his kin doing the exact opposite of becoming a marine. Smoker knew exactly where to find this Luffy, the executious platform.

#one piece #fanfic #luffy #monkey d luffy #lust filled thoughts #smoker #captain smoker

[darkvitas]

A Bitter Reunion, Pt. 1

Context: This takes place during the story "The Quest" in which PV is captured by Izheim. Tanner Sherman is a new OC of mine, is native Aeredalian born in Solerin, the capital of Aeredale. He gets wind of PV's capture, and sets out for Izheim in an attempt to catch up to DV specifically to help him. However, the catch is that Tanner hasn't seen DV in nearly a year. There's a reason for this, but understndably so, Dark isn't going to be the happiest upon seeing Tanner after so long. Under the cut, enjoy.

City of Ziggan, Aglos-Izhemian Border. 1:30 PM.

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Grand Fountain Square was abound with activity as Yang weaved her way through the crowds, her lilac eyes flickering around to each curious sight. It was only today that her, her boyfriend and crew had reached the country of Aglos on their quest to rescue the Prince of Aeredale, who had been captured by Izheimian forces, likely to further tensions–a long journey it was, indeed, from Aeredale to Izheim, and any small time away from weary travel was welcome, especially if it was spent exploring. The others were discussing their next move back at The Royal Nightingale Inn–giving Yang a chance to step out and witness firsthand what Aglos was all about. Smells from various Aglosian food vendors filled her nostrils, various markets selling curious trinkets caught her eye, the gentle melody of a violin street performer calmed her nerves–but what got the brawler’s attention was a vendor selling local news booklets, for only “60 Kogty”. Humming in thought, Yang approached, briefly scanning through the various headlines. “Ywain’s reign grows ever more treacherous, my lady,” fretted the seller before her. “It seems that’s all the prints ever speak of, nowadays, I’m afraid.” “Believe me, I know–I haven’t heard the end of it. I’ll take one.” Perhaps reading through one of these could provide a clue as to where PV was being held? Rarely, inside information from Aglosian spies ended up in the news–it’d be the group’s big break to finding him and getting him out of cruel Izheim if there was some intel inside.

Booklet in hand, Yang took to a bench and exhaled a sigh. She was just about to begin perusing through the various articles until a voice interrupted the blonde  from new thoughts, jumping her slightly. “Sorry to interrupt, but is it OK if I sit here?” The young male looked harmless enough–tall and lanky, slicked back blonde hair and vibrant emerald eyes. Maybe the Greaser leather-decked appearance would put some off, but she was kind of used to her boyfriend dressing as such, badboy and all–kind of. “Ah no, not at all–go right ahead. Just trying to see what all is…” She trailed off, gaze pausing on the blaster pistol situated upon his hip. That gave her a considerable amount of pause as she knew–it was an ATX-750 gun, manufactured in Aeredale, quite difficult to get anywhere else at the present. He followed her gaze and frowned. “Is there a problem?”

His accent was also unmistakably Aeredalian. For some strange reason, Yang couldn’t help but feel a bit wary now. Was her group not the only person making this treacherous journey? Her gaze found itself back at his face for a moment, and blinking nonplussed she cleared her throat, moving to give him space. “Go ahead and sit. It’s just that I noticed some… details about you,” the brawler said bluntly. “You’re not from around here, are you? Are you Aeredalian?” He flashed her a lopsided grin. “Nice eye, I suppose I’m guilty as charged. Name’s Tanner, born and raised.” Yang only tensed, mechanical prosthesis curling tightly around the booklet. Some places of Ziggan weren't necessarily a safe place to be, either, so what the hell was this guy doing here? “And you’re here because…? You do realize that some countries in Eludin are tense right now, right?” she narrowed her eyes at him. “It’s not exactly the right time to be a tourist. Wouldn’t recommend it.” Silence fell between the two, Tanner’s face falling. Oh boy, here it came–he had to explain himself now didn’t he? Was bound to come ‘round at some point, he thought, no avoiding it. Rubbing his neck, the Greaser fidgeted for a moment as he struggled to put together the right way to explain his presence at the Izheimian border. “Let’s just say I’m looking for somebody,” he responded. “I didn’t come here just for fun, as I’m sure you didn’t either.” This only added to Yang’s confusion. Who would an Aeredalian want this far out?

Sensing that she was still tense, Tanner sighed and licked his lips before leaning forward on the bench. “I’m legit, I swear. I… Have a hunch you may know this guy.” Reaching into his jacket pocket, Tanner retrieved his phone and pulled up a photo: a familiar scene: Solerin Palace, just outside the gates--there he stood with DV, both men posing with their motorcycles. Yang’s lilac eyes nearly bulged out of her skull–this guy knew… No, no, no, that had to be a manipulation! Quickly reeling away from the bench to her feet, she was now properly bristling, causing Tanner only to wince despite expecting such a reaction. “Who the hell are you, and how do you know my boyfriend?!” she demanded, mind awhirl. “I don’t know you, and you’re claiming to be ‘legit’?” The hurt was evident and Tanner held hands up placatingly, not wanting a fight in front of an entire crowd–and especially now, since he was so close to his goal. “Hold on, let me explain, please! DV and I are friends, I promise. I wouldn’t hurt him,” the young man insisted.  “It’s just that stuff happened to me, and… I haven’t had contact with him in nearly a year. I’m here to help him.” She still wasn’t standing down, yet anyway. This sudden intrusion needed more answers. Why now? Was there a catch, was Tanner just in it for himself? “How did you know he was here? The fact that you’re even aware that he came here…” He only responded with another lopsided grin. “Well, I mean–our home country’s Prince is gone and he goes after him. Word will get around when your ruler isn’t rulin’, don’tcha think? Listen, I swear by the Gods above me my intentions are pure. I just want to see him.”

He did have a point, that much Yang had to admit… Reluctantly, the blonde seemed to relax only slightly, subsequently turning her back towards Tanner. At this point, it looked like she didn’t have much of a choice and was stuck with the guy. “You know what? Fine. I’ll take you to him, Come with me,” she finally surrendered, lilac eyes trailing toward the cobblestone pavement. “Be warned though–I wouldn’t expect his reaction to be very receiving.” Heading off, the Greaser could only blink toward her direction, dumbfounded–for a few moments he found his legs frozen. Willing them to finally move, he scurried after Yang, and  thought to himself: “You’ve come this far–now don’t screw it up, Tanner.” Even if Dark didn't take kindly to his abrupt reappearance, he'd have closure knowing that it was known Tanner was still among the living. After all, to his friend it likely seemed like he just completely vanished--but he was determined to try and make things right. It was now, or never–and he was determined to see his friend again, come rain or come shine.

#random undine writings #urgrgrhrgrh i want to delete this later so bad i'm scared to post my writing anywhere anymore.. #as for what tanner's hunch was that Yang knew Dark let's just say that he got it from Aglosian intel... #or Tanner was just asking around until he found somebody that knew? Sorry for omitting this I just realized

[nightcall99]

Dream from 23.8.23

Dream 1: I arrived by car to a festival, a grand party of some kind. It's being held outside on a grass oval. There were stalls, food, entertainment. There is a special energy in the air and it's absolutely packed with people. When I get to the entrance, I see it is so busy with people that there is barely any room to move around. All I see are a sea of heads. The back of people's heads are giving off no energy at all and it's quite disconcerting. I don't want to get in there. I didn’t want to take part, it doesn't look very comfortable. It doesn't look very fun. There's just way too many bodies. I turn around to go back to my car. I'm getting out of here. But I forgot where I had parked my car.

I see a young couple around my age and they appear to have just arrived to the party. The girl goes up ahead out of sight and I muster up some confidence to talk to the guy who is trailing behind her. I can instantly tell that he finds me attractive. He thinks I’m about to hit on him and he is all poised to reject me but when I open my mouth, all I ask him is where the car park is. I can tell he is relieved, but also disappointed that I didn't give him an ego-boost but nevertheless, he is very helpful in giving directions. It’s dark now, probably dusk while I make my way to my car. I'm in a residential area, sort of lost. I know that it's parked nearby a strip of pine trees. I remember I had wondered whether there were any pine mushrooms growing under the trees. Eventually I find my car but I had to stand a distance away and click my car keys a few times to observe the lights flashing in the advancing darkness, to confirm it was actually there.

But I don't get into my car. There is some guy who has appeared, who has my attention now. We get talking and spend some time together in a nearby art gallery that is still open, perusing its halls. I’m having a very nice time with him. We’re both attracted to each other. I don’t remember his face but I know he was tall, dark and handsome, probably older. After awhile, I realise that now I really have to leave. Before departing, we exchange phone numbers. Something weird happens though when I look at my phone. A group chat appears which I've just noticed. And as I do, I get sucked into the energy of this group completely and forget everything else. Everyone seems to be discussing something in a serious manner.

Dream 2: There is a young man playing a little keyboard, it almost looks like a kid's toy because of it's size and colours. He is a very dexterous player. He is able to do so whilst sitting on his side and the instrument isn't even facing him. It’s a small portable keyboard and there are a bunch of dials, switches and other buttons that do special DJ effects. He is using both his hands to play the keys and also toggle all these switches in just the right timing to make a cohesive tune. It sounds awesome. I can tell he must have practised for a long time to become this coordinated because his hands are almost a blur.

[ben-the-hyena]

I personally like to HC "Le Gros", "Le Teigneux" and "Le Nabot" are not nicknames but their actual last names, hence why I use a L in cap for "le". It is/was common in some French regions especially outside of huge conurbations and more importantly in not-so older times (the franchise and the characters WERE created in the 70's after all) to use your last name as your nickname. Boulet, one of my favorite comic book artists whose real name is Gilles Roussel who grew up around Dijon, was often nicknamed Roussel or le Roussel/eul' Roussel by classmates and friends in comics in which he speaks about his childhood. This would explain why none of them are offended by being constantly called respectively the Big/Fat one, the Bitter one and the Midget in French and why the good guys call them like that, their designs and personalities are just coincidently fitting in-universe. And I HC their respective sons are nicknamed the same with their last names they obviously took from their dads but with "Petit" ("little") to differentiate and that it might havr started from the adults who were amused to see their were essentially small versions of them and it stuck. Unlike Petite Pierrete whose name is truly her first name because her parents were lazy and didn't want her to call her Pierrette Jr lol

NOW what are their first names ?

Well...

...I don't know and I don't care. I don't think they need one with the silly names rules this show has (Pierre married Pierrette and had Pierrot and Petite Pierrette together and 3 characters were given their characteristics for names/nicknames/last names) to show real names isn't what matters and isn't the focus

So I personally like to imagine that whenever these 6 guys say their first names or someone say them, they get comically censored à la Fairly Oddparents like

And they don't mind using their last names and nicknames anyway

That's why I find it completely pointless to rename Le Gros and Le Nabot because it can "offend". Jambo and Grumeau (which are WORSE the first mixes Jumbo + jambon which means ham as they confirmed and the other means lump HOW ARE THOSE BETTER) in Once Upon a Time... Our Earth and apparently Le Grand and Minus (The Big/Tall one and Shorty/Loser which actually do fit the meaning and the characters... therefore even more pointless to change at all) in the upcoming Once Upon a Time... Objects. They were named like that for 40 years, back when thoughts were different and they just thought about cartoony descriptions and nobody would have written an essay on Twitter to complain about 2 vintage characters which I am sure nobody will and has either, it was not used to mock (at least not for Le Gros who was seen as very kind, attractive and positive for everyone in the show and was more muscular than fat so "gros" could just mean big, and even in Le Nabot's case it was to mock HIM because his flaw was not to be short, Maestro was too, it was to be an asshole who was physically weak so manipulated to get his way so calling him a midget was to enhance how pathetic and cowardly he is which his name Minus connotes at by having 2 meanings), and once again just like I HC so they can just be cartoony last names that fit in-universe which is why even themselves call themselves like that. Media please stop anticipating potential meaningless "controversies" by self-censoring old cartoons ! Which is why I will personally keep calling them the way they have been called for 40 years

As for Maestro's real name (if it isn't ? And then what, first or last ?) and Pierre's and his family's last name, I have no idea either I guess it's the same gag but reversed

So far, if Mrs Thalamus (WHOSE FIRST NAME IS UNKNOWN TOO) is indeed Psi's mom, only Psi has a whole name in the whole franchise, Mercedes "Psi" Thalamus

#fairly oddparents #name #lol #timmy turner's dad #timmy turner's mom #il était une fois les découvreurs #il était une fois les amériques #il était une fois l'espace #il était une fois l'homme #il était une fois la vie #il était une fois les explorateurs #il était une fois les objets #il était une fois notre terre #moi #le gros #le nabot #le teigneux #parents and children #nickname #boulet #france #1970's #tv show #pierre #pierrette #pierrot #psi #petite pierrette #madame thalamus #maestro

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

The Office

Pairing; CEO+Dad’s Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary; You and Bucky fuck for the very first time in his office at the company’s building.

Word Count; 4574

Warnings; NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI, undefined age-gap, “cheating”, language, cursing, Sir!kink, dirty talk, pet names, slight degradation, hair pulling, oral (male receiving), face-fucking, spitting, fingering, teasing, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note; I can’t get enough of CEO+DBF!Bucky so this will be the first of many fics like this! I hope people will like it and be interested in more! Jesus I need to bathe in holy water now. Hope you all enjoy <3

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Bucky had begun texting you while sitting in a meeting with your dad and some of the company's other employees. You weren't doing anything important, just at home reading a book, so you were more than happy to text back and forth with him. The meeting was relatively standard and straightforward, it wasn't too much of an importance, so it allowed Bucky to talk with you without feeling guilty while the rest of them sorted out the details. Once in a while, he would chime in with his views and opinions. The text messages were pretty innocent, to begin with. The standard “hello” and “what you are up to” was exchanged between the two of you before more of the dirtier stuff ensued.

You thought about it for a second before you sent him an answer. You and Bucky had started fucking around a few weeks ago. You had met him when your parents had friends and colleagues over for a grand party like they had most of the time. You had just moved back home after living on your own in another city for three years, so this was your first time seeing Bucky in person. You had heard a lot about him and seen pictures when he started working with your dad, and they had formed a tight friendship, but you had never met him in person. He was even more handsome than what the pictures could show when you got introduced to him, and you had started to take a liking to him instantly. He had done as well because not even a week after you met, you and he had started a relationship. To begin with, it was only fucking around, but as the weeks went by, you felt like there may be more to it; sparks were felt between the two of you. None of you had done anything about it yet, mainly because it wouldn’t be received well by the public, your family most likely would disapprove and because of his wife Natalie and her whole family.

Which you didn’t find wrong at all that he was “cheating” on her with you. They both hated each other’s guts and would more than anything like getting a divorce. Bucky had told you that she had cheated on him multiple times, and he had done as well with her, but they played the happy couple when they were out in public because of their families. They got married at a very young age because their families are rich and powerful and wanted their kids to get together, so they are now stuck in this toxic relationship together. But soon, you and Bucky would have to decide where the next step of the relationship would go. Would you continue to sneak around, or would you form a proper relationship and come out for the whole wide world? It was only a matter of time before you needed to decide.

You and he would primarily meet up on neutral grounds. In his car or a hotel but on a few occasions, you had fucked in his or your parent's house in your room. This would be the first time you had done it where he worked; you assumed it would be in his office. It would be risky, but the thought about him taking you hard against every surface had your thighs clenching in need of him.

A soft whimper escaped your parted lips at his promise to fuck your brains out. He was never afraid to be direct with you about his needs and feelings. He always meant what he said, and that was one of your favorite things about him. You could always trust that he would be true to his words.

It would take you about 30 minutes to get over there, so you needed to leave right now. You did a quick freshen up before you called a taxi to get you over to the company’s building. Being in the car gave you time to think this through. You weren't sure how you and he would pull this off. Everyone would see if you entered his office and then wonder what was taking so long and what in the hell you guys were doing in there. In their eyes, you and Bucky weren't even friends. You barely spoke with one another when other people were around, as not to raise any suspicion. For them, you were the boss's daughter while Bucky was his partner, and nothing was going on between you two; besides, Bucky had his “loving” wife, Natalie.

The building stood tall as you arrived. Clouds were teasing rain, and it was a bit cold. The skirt you were wearing made your body chilly, but you kept it on for Bucky's sake. You looked up at the structure before you went through the main entrance. The security guards and the workers at the reception greeted you as everyone was well aware of who you were. You all greeted them with a smile as you walked towards the elevators. Entering the elevator, you became impatient as it took its time to travel up the floors to the main offices in the building. Your legs were uneasy as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. A thin layer of sweat formed on your hairline as you came up with scenarios with how you and Bucky could get caught. You shook your head, trying to get those thoughts down. You trusted Bucky, and besides, this was something you wanted to try out.

When you arrived at the floor, and the door slid open, you saw your dad, Bucky, and some of the employees coming out of one of the conference rooms. The meeting must have just finished. As you walked over, you tried to put on a smile to mask your nervousness. None of them had seen you yet, except for Bucky. He had you in his sight out of the corner of his eye, a slight smirk on his face as he saw you strutting over. You came to stand between him and your dad.

Bucky couldn’t have been more subtle with staring you up and down; your dad was standing right there after all. His tongue darting out between his lips to wet them, clearly having an image on his head about you bent over at his mercy.

“Hi, dad! Mr. Barnes, it's nice to see you again.”

Bucky gave you a simple nod of his head, acting like he isn't just about to have his way with you in his office with your dad not having a clue about what a whore his sweet and innocent daughter is, “pleasure seeing you again.”

“Sweetheart,” your dad gave you a one-arm hug as he had a smile on his face at his daughter visiting him at work, “what are you doing here?”

“I was in the area and thought I could drop by before moving on with my day.”

“Aw, honey. I wish I could spend some time with you, but we have a meeting again in 30 minutes.”

“It's alright, dad. I'm on my way out again anyways. Have some errands to run,” you lied.

“Excuse me, sweetheart.” He turned to say something to the others. While everyone had their attention on your dad, you turned slightly towards Bucky to give him a “chill out” look. The outfit you were wearing had him on edge and excited to have you in his office as soon as possible. Since the crowd was paying attention to your dad, it allowed Bucky to give you some instructions. He leaned in a little closer to you, but not too close in case someone saw.

“Here,” he slipped you his card, the card for the private elevator he had that went from the parking lot and up to his office, “take the elevator. No one is going to see you. Also, I want you to have your panties off before you come upstairs. You got it?”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat. Your body felt hot and warm. The palms of your hands had a thin layer of sweat on them as you took the card from him. Your heart was hammering against your chest. This was really about to happen.

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Like clockwork, your dad turned around towards you again just as Bucky leaned away from your body. “Well, I'll see you when I get home later, sweetheart.” He went to hug you again, and you returned the action.

“Bye, dad. Bye, Mr. Barnes, I'll see you around.”

Everyone said their goodbyes to you before you left. You went out of the building and around it to where the cars went down into the parking lot. Once down there, you made sure that no one was around to see you before you scanned the card for the elevator. The journey up to his office gave you the opportunity to take your panties off. You held them in your hand as you almost bounced up and down in fear and excitement for what was in store for you when you reached his floor.

When the elevator reached the office, and the doors opened, you saw that Bucky was waiting for you, his back facing you. He was staring out the big windows that decorated almost his entire office room.

“Did you take your panties off as I told you to do?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He turned around so he could be met with you. His tongue wetting his lips as he beckoned with his finger for you to come over to him, “get over here now.” Not even thinking for another second, you were quick to stand by his side by the window, waiting for further instructions he had to give you.

“Give them to me,” the palm of his hand was held out for you to hand them over to him. With shaking hands, you handed them over, and he opened his suit jacket to put them in the inside pocket so he could keep a hold of them.

“Is someone going to come in?”

“Shh,” his hand came to caress the side of your face—his thumb stroking your cheek. The simple action had you relax a tiny bit. “Don't worry. I locked the door, and besides, I told them not to disturb me. Do you trust me?”

“I do, Bucky. With my life.”

“Well then,” his finger pointed down to the floor, and you knew immediately what he was getting at, “get down on your knees for me.”

In front of the window of all things?! For everyone to see? But frankly, you didn't care. Let them see it all. You would give them all a good show. Besides, they wouldn't be able to know that it's you because the next building over was some distance away. All you cared about was to have his dick in your mouth right now and nothing else.

Like second nature, you quickly sank on your knees where you had spent more than once worshiping his cock, and this wouldn't be the last one either. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire at you being so easily submissive to him. His tongue peeked out from his mouth at you on your knees for him.

His thumb traced your lips as his other hand was palming the bulge in his pants. You granted him access into your mouth as you sucked and swirled your tongue on his digit.

“I can't wait to have your lips wrapped around me, kitten. Do you want me to fuck your mouth?”

You nodded your head and released his thumb from your mouth, “please, Bucky, I want it so bad.”

Your eyes followed his hands, your lips parted, as he undid his belt and pulled down his suit pants along with his underwear. Coming face to face with his dick, ready to be sucked by you. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and looked up at him through your lashes, waiting so that he could give your permission at proceeding, knowing how much he loved it when you waited for him to provide you with a green light.

“Suck it, baby girl.”

You opened your mouth to swirl your tongue around his head before you wrapped your lips around him so you could suck on his mushroom tip, your tongue teasing him. You could see that he was becoming impatient, so you engulfed him halfway through while massaging his balls in your hand. The action had his hand fist in your hair, making a gasp being sounded against him by you, as an exhale of satisfaction escaped him.

He needed more, so with the help of his hand in your hair, he pushed his dick further into your mouth till the tip of him reached the back of your throat, making you gag around him. The vibrations from your mouth had him shiver all over. Your eyes were watering as saliva started coming out the side of your mouth. Looking directly up into his eyes as you took whatever was left of him the best you could and bobbed your head on him, watching as his eyes struggled to stay open to watch how good you were taking him down your throat.

“F-fuck. That's so good, baby. You love sucking my cock don't you, pretty girl, hm? Such a good girl for me, aren't you?”

His dirty talk turned you on, and all you wanted to do was touch yourself at his words. You released him from your hold. Saliva was hanging from your mouth, and his dick was glistening all in it. Your hand jerked him off so you could answer his question, your voice almost like honey as you spoke. The wetness from you made it easy to glide your hand effortlessly on him.

“Yes, Sir.”

A deep groan was sounded from within his chest at the nickname he loved to be called by you. You on your knees so pretty and messy for him had his dick twitch in your grasp.

“Good, baby. Look at you. Such a beautiful mess for me, kitten.”

“Only for you, Sir.”

His head leaned back some as you took him in your mouth again. Your mouth is an expert at taking the whole of him. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Do you want me to cum in your mouth, baby girl?” He asked while slowly thrusting his length in and out of it. All you could do was moan, letting him know that you wanted to taste him.

He picked up his speed and fucked your mouth, making you gag around him each time his tip tickled the back of your throat, and you loved every second of it. His hands came at the side of your face so he could hold you steady as he used your warm and wet hole as he pleased. The sloppy sounds of your mouth, your gags, and moans around him only enticed him even more to reach his end.

His thrusts became uneven, and not a second later, he came deep in your throat. Sounds of pleasure dissolved in the office space as your mouth took all that he had to offer. You swallowed around him, milking him for all that he was worth, as you moaned at his delicious taste. You didn't pull away from him until he had spilled every drop in you.

“Show me your mouth.”

Pulling away from him, you opened it to show him all of the cum. He learned down till his face was inches from you and proceeded to spit in your opening. The action had your desperate clit pulsating.

“Can you swallow all of that for me?”

Closing your mouth, you swallowed all of him, his cum and spit, and opened up once more to show him what a good girl you had been at drinking all that he gave you. His hand was petting your hair as a sign of appreciation for you being so amazing for him.

“Such a dirty girl. Was that good? You love the taste of me, don't you, doll?”

“Mhm, yes,” you responded while licking your lips. Your hand was jerking him off again as you couldn't get enough of the feel of him. Your words and actions had him lean back some.

“You've been such a good girl, and I want to give you a treat. Do you want it?”

His words went directly to your tingling clit, and you needed to push your thighs together to get some form of friction down there.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Get on all fours on the couch, with your ass facing the desk.”

You got up and walked over the few meters to the couch, taking off your skirt and sweater until you were only in your bra, and then got in the position as he had wanted from you. He went over to his desk to have a better view of you—leaning on it as his hands held the edge of it. You supported yourself on your elbows as you pushed your ass up and out, earning a groan from Bucky.

“Like this?”

“Just like that. Now touch yourself for me.”

Pushing two of your fingers inside your mouth to get them wet before your hand went underneath you to circle your aching and needy clit, letting out a sigh of relief at being able to feel something finally. You pushed the two fingers inside of you, letting out a low moan and they stretched and penetrated your tightness, closing your legs some at the feeling. It was nothing like Bucky's fingers or dick, but it would have to do for now. You started to move them in and out of your tight pussy, going at a slow pace, to begin with.

Bucky hadn't said anything yet, so he must be enjoying the show you were putting on for him. He let out a moan just as you turned your head to find him pumping his shaft while watching you intensely as you pleasured yourself. Your teeth captured your bottom lip at the sight of him.

“Fuck, kitten.”

You pulled your fingers out and started circling your clit again, whimpering as you were close to your orgasm. The two of you held eye contact as you watched each other.

“So good, Bucky.”

“You're such a good girl, baby. Showing me how you touch yourself. Is this how you look when you're in your room late at night? Touching yourself like this while thinking of me?”

“Mhm, yes.” His words made your fingers move rapidly into your tightness again, wanting to get to that sweet release you were craving desperately.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum; please can I cum, Sir?” You pleaded, needing to get some form of relief. Tears were teasing to spill out of your eyes if you didn't get your way soon.

“No! Stop!” He didn't want you to cum just yet. Whining at his words but complying anyway, you knew you needed to listen to him, so you brought your fingers out of your hole and into your mouth to suck your juices off. You tried as best as possible to hold eye contact with him as you sucked and swirled your tongue around your digits, moaning at your own taste, as you swayed your ass from side to side for him.

“Fuck me, Sir, please.” He didn't hesitate for one second in getting behind your bent-down form at the speed of lightning. One of his hands caressed and grabbed one of your ass cheeks before it landed on your hip to hold a tight grip on it while the other held his shaft as he teased your fold with the tip of him.

“Please, Bucky, don't tease.”

“I'll give you what you want, doll.”

He slowly pushed himself in your warmth, wanting you to feel all of him. The feeling of fullness almost had you cumming right then and there. He filled you up to the brim, wanting you to feel all that he had to give, and you weren't one bit disappointed. He pulled out till only his tip was inside you before he slowly pushed himself into you again, doing this a few times to get you familiar with the feeling. He just wanted to cum right then and there at the tightness of your walls clenching around his throbbing dick.

“Bucky, please go faster. Fuck me, please,” you whimpered out, wanting him to fuck you completely senseless.

His thrusts were hard and fast as he fucked you into the couch, hips slapping against your backside, making you jolt forwards with each move of him. Your mouth hung open as silent screams came out of it.

“This pussy feels so incredible. Fuck, so tight.”

His hands held your sides while his fingernails dug in your skin, creating dents. He moaned out as he watched his dick disappear into your hole with every move of his hips. Your head was buzzing, and your face was buried deep in the cushions at the intense pleasure Bucky was giving you. “Oh god, please don't stop, babe,” you pleaded of him.

Bucky took a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back, making your back arch. You bit your lip at his rough and dominants actions. The hand in your hair and his abusive thrusts was too much and so intense, but you loved it to the fullest. Tears came out of your eyes as he was taking you so good from behind.

“You like this? Don't you, baby? You like when I fuck your tight and pretty pussy?” Take what belongs to me? Hm? Letting me fuck you like a whore while your dad is just down the hall?”

Your head was foggy from the incredible fucking he was giving you. The lack of answer from you had him unsatisfied, so he smacked your ass cheek hard, making you squeal out at the pain.

“Answer me!”

“Y-yes… I love your cock fucking my tight little pussy. Please don't stop, baby.”

“Such a good whore for me. I'm not gonna stop, kitten, I promise.”

The thought that your dad and everyone else that worked in the building was just out the door, not having a clue as to what was going on in Buckys office, was so intoxicating—not knowing that Bucky was having at it with the boss's daughter.

You turned your head, at the best of your abilities, to look at him. His eyes were shut tight, and his face in pure concentration as he moved his body against yours. He met your gaze, both of you looking at each other as you neared your orgasm. One of your hands grabbed onto his forearm that had a tight grip on your hip. His other went underneath you to play and tease your clit.

“Please, Bucky, I need to cum. I need you to fill me up, please.” The pathetic pleas for him to fill up your pussy was what brought forward his release and made him finish deep inside of you.

His seed filling you up was what brought forth your own release. The way your walls became tighter around him had his hips snap rapidly against you as he gave you all of his cum. Moans and soft whimpers on a loop by the both of you as the pleasure overtook all your senses. Bucky thrust through both of your orgasms, not stopping until you were both satisfied.

Your face was in the cushions as you tried to slow down your breathing. Bucky caressed your sides and peppered kisses all over your lower back. Praises being given to you for being such a good girl to him.

“You're so good to me, beautiful.”

He pulled out of your hole. The two of you hissing out as you both felt overly sensitive. Bucky helped to clean both of you up with a few wipes he kept on his desk. He made sure you were ok before he went over to the windows to grab his underwear and pants, pulling them on where he stood.

You put your skirt and sweater on and fixed yourself up as you sat and watched him get ready. God, he looked so handsome that it had your stomach burst out in butterflies. Now all you wanted was for him to hoist you up on his desk and take you hard against it. But you saw him have a look at his watch, his eyebrows furrowed together.

“The meetings in five.”

He came over to you just as you were getting up. You hissed out as your body felt sore and spent up, but good regardless.

“Are you ok? Did I do too much?”

That was Bucky for you. Always worried that he had gone overboard, but you always reassured him that you had enjoyed yourself.

His hands came to rest at the side of your face, looking you up and down to make sure you were all good. Your own hands went over his ones.

“Hey, I'm alright. Just a little sore, but you know I loved it, and I can handle it, Bucky.”

“I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“I'm all good, babe, I swear.”

You took his face in your hands now as his ones traveled down to the small of your back so he could pull you flush against his body. His face leaned down some so he could capture your lips with his, giving you one of his sweetest kisses. His face moved down to suck and lick at the side of your neck in the most loving way.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he reached into the pocket of his jacket to retrieve your panties, ”I believe these belong to you.” That cocky smile of his decorated his face as the panties dangled from his finger. Right. You had almost forgotten about those. “Thanks.” You took them and slid them up your legs.

“I wish you could stay longer. There are more surfaces in this office I would love to take you against.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you close. You would love nothing more than to stay here and let him have his way with you, but you knew that he needed to attend the meeting because if not, people would come knocking on his door, wondering where he is.

“I know, me too, but you know my dad is going to come knocking on the door and wonder where you are if you don't show up.”

“Yeah, I know. C'mon, I'll walk you out,”

He followed you to the elevator so he could say goodbye to you. A kiss and a hug were shared amongst you before the elevator dinged that it had arrived.

“We can meet later tonight if you want? Natalie is going out; God knows where, so we can stay at my place this time.” He asked you. “Whatever you want, just let me know, ok?” “I would like that, Bucky. I’ll let you know when.”

You stepped inside of it and pressed the button to go down. A smile on both of your faces as you gazed at each other the few seconds you had before the doors slid shut.

“I’ll miss you, doll.”

“I'll miss you more, Sir.”

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[village-headcanons]

Headcanons for the four lords with an s/o who’s like- 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 like them when it comes to interests and stuff?

or an s/o who gives a lot of compliments?

I'll go with the latter, because I'm not sure there's going to be another woman out there that's 9 feet tall who can turn into a writhing mass that looks like a dragon (lol, also because, exactly like your partner can get boring real quick)

Alcina Dimitrescu

*Well of course you're going to compliment her! What's not to compliment? She's a woman in her prime, with three vivacious and beautiful daughters and a well renowned wine company!

*It takes Alcina a bit to understand that your compliments are more than skin deep.

*She doesn't blush often, mostly due to how her circulation is. But if you compliment her after she's indulged a little on her special wine (or on a clumsy maid), be prepared for that porcelain face to flush.

*My dear, you honestly cannot be serious? She is (while obviously a thing of grand beauty) twice your age and, well dear. She eats people. Are you sure this is an avenue you really wish to pursue?

*The thing is, it isn't the super in depth, heart felt compliments that really make her blush, it's the random little sweet ones that you drop like dew on the most random of times.

If she retrieves something for you, and you compliment her height as a benefit rather than an unsightly thing. Or that you love how her hair looks when she first wakes up, despite her thinking it a disaster. It's these tender moments that makes her feel encapsulated by you.

Donna Beneviento

*Donna doesn't know how to handle compliments in the beginning, and first thinks you're trying to be cruel.

*Be prepared for Angie to get angry at you frequently for 'telling lies'.

*When she discovers you aren’t trying to be kind for the sake of being cruel, she slowly uncurls away from the safety of her home to try and understand why someone would care about her?

*Do you only think you know her based on the stories from the village, or do you genuinely want to get to know her?  If it’s the latter, you won’t hear any complaints from Donna, and Angie will be quick to tell you to keep ‘em coming.

*Even with her trauma induced selective mutism, Donna will start to reciprocate your compliments with those of her own in her own way.  She’s going to back you things you might have mentioned in passing that you like, or don the clothes you care for that start to fray.

*When you start to really hit home with your compliments, her reactions aren’t going to be what you expect.  She’s going to be unable to look at you, and you’ll see her staring out the window a lot, or focus very heavily into her sewing. 

Please don’t think she’s ignoring you.  She just doesn’t know how to handle it.

Salvatore Moreau

*Haha, funny joke.  Go away.

*What do you mean you’re serious? W-why would you compliment him?  Did Karl send you here to do this?  Is this some sort of test from Mother?

*Out of all the Lords, Moreau is going to take the longest to convince you’re being honest.  We’re talking months of trying to let him have you around longer than a few minutes.  The poor guy really doesn’t believe you and his sense of self worth is even lower than Donna’s.

*You start to gain headway when he let’s you stay in his reservoir without trying to frighten you away in his monstrous form.

*The fact that you’ve stuck around despite seeing his monstrous form is baffling to Moreau.  How can you see an eldritch monster covered in eyes and not run away screaming?

*He then tries to convince himself he’s hallucinating, or dreaming.  Or dead.  He once was told nice things happen when you died.  But he can’t be dead, because he still looks like this.

*He likes listening to you compliment him, and on good days?  He might even sort of, kind of, believe them.  On bad days he’ll tell you to shut up and leave him alone, because it’s cruel that someone like you could ever like someone like him.  So stop lying to yourself for both of your sake’s.

*But if you’re an incredibly patient person, with bottomless empathy, you’ll start to help this wonderful man see himself the way you see him.  Worthy of those caring little comments you casually toss his way, worthy of the whispered encouragement in the late of night.

Karl Heisenberg

*Honestly the man has as much an ego about himself as Alcina (but don’t tell him that unless you want to be in the dog house)

*Compliment his genius, his work or his plans and he’s going to agree with you one  hundred percent!

*Compliment the way he looks in a new outfit, or how you like the way he looks first thing in the morning after a good night’s sleep.  Sleepy with adorable bedhead and hazy eyes.  He’ll shut down.

*Listen buttercup, he doesn’t have time to be wishy washy, he has an army to build without alerting the big bitch in charge.  Romantic stuff isn’t in the cards right now.

*Which makes you double down.  Because you know that now is the only time it really matters.  When you don’t know what tomorrow brings, and can never know what tomorrow brings.  That makes every moment all the more precious.

*You bring him lunch or supper when he can’t leave because he finally has enough excess power to make a new soldat.  But you deliver it with a small written note and a kiss.

*It takes Karl a while to start noticing a pattern.  With each little note, a comment or a quirk about him that you love.  Tiny hidden moments just for him to read and remember that even in this fucked up prison he’s found himself in, there’s a small firefly to light the way.

#Alcina Dimitrescu #Donna Beneviento #Salvatore Moreau #Karl Heisenberg #RE8 #Resident Evil #Resident Evil village #Resident Evil 8

[erzaguin]

The Blight Chronicles: Odalia and Alador

The Rival

By the time the pair had arrived at school Odalia was firmly grasping onto Alador’s hand who would wonder off at the sight of anything. She almost lost him completely after he took off running after a bug. She was starting to question how Alador ever made it to school on his own. 

Although she shouldn't be surprised. They were in the same class and he was almost always late. It was so frequent that the teacher had given up on reprimanding him for it. Everyone was so used to it that hardly anyone noticed when he came in. 

"We'll if it isn't two of the brightest minds Hexide has to offer." beamed Principal Bump. "Oh and you're holding hands I didn't know you two were so close." he said, raising an eyebrow at the unlikely pair. 

Odalia's face flushed instantly "Oh no it's not like that" she was interrupted by Alador who simply stated "We're partners." Odalia's face turned a deep shade of crimson at her companion's nonchalant statement.

"Ah I see a partnership hmm well I can't wait to see what will be the product of this partnership." He said with a wink. "Seeing as you're here on time for the first time I can already see the benefits. Well I won't keep you any longer, go on then head to class." He said as he waved them past him.

The realization that she had walked to school holding hands with a boy had not hit Odalia until that moment. To anyone else looking at them, they would assume they were dating when in reality she just wanted to keep him close to her. She immediately let go of his hand feeling extremely self conscious.

Alador only looked at their hands and then at her but he didn't question it. There were many things Odalia did that didn't make sense to him but he preferred not to question it. He had already come to terms with the fact that he would never truly understand people.

"Should we head over to your locker to get your things?" Muttered Odalia in an attempt to break the awkward silence.

"I don't need anything," said Alador in his usual monotone voice.

"What do you mean?" question Odalia forgetting her inner struggles.

"I memorized all the material in the first week of school." Note Alador as if it was no big deal.

Odalia stared at her companion completely flabbergasted. "You learned all the material for the semester in one week? You really are incredible, you know that?nYou never cease to amaze me." Beamed Odalia. 

Alador gave her a half smile but didn't say anything. His stomach suddenly felt uneasy and now he was wondering if it was something he ate. Maybe he had eaten some of the abomination goo in his sleep. It wouldn't be the first time. 

"I need to stop by my locker to get my books. I have a lot of work to do to try and catch up to that wonderful mind of yours.” stated Odalia with a sly smile. 

“How utterly distasteful to have my eyes assaulted by such blight so early in the morning." Scoffed a voice behind them. “And did you say wonderful mind? HA! More like half baked!”

The pair turned around to see a tall dark skinned youth with green eyes who radiated style even while just wearing the school  uniform. The boy was smiling at them with a look of contempt in his eyes. 

“You poor girl if you think Alador is a genius that means you need more than books to help you. If you want to see a true genius you only need to look at me.” he boasted as he made a grand gesture to himself and struck a pose. 

“Alador, did you hear that? It sounded like a mediocre witch was trying to compare themselves to you.” sneered Odalia to Alador who did not seem to be at all bothered by the youth’s words. Nor was he interested in joining the conversation.

“Mediocre?! Do you know who I am? I am Dorian, the number one abominations student Hexside has ever seen! I’ll have you know I am twice the witch he'll ever be! He’s nothing more than a hack and a blight to the abominations track.” fumed Dorian. 

“Oh please you are nowhere near Alador’s level. And why do you keep calling him a blight?” retorted Odalia. 

“How dare you compare me with him! He is nothing but a hack. His experiments are a stain on the abominations track. Creating abominations is an art. There is beauty in what we create. We put a part of ourselves into our magic. What he does is an insult to that art! He should not even be allowed to work this kind of magic.” hissed the youth. 

“So what you're saying is that his ingenuity and innovations are like a blight to the track? Well then I guess we should take it as a compliment. If being different and carving your own path makes you a blight then I would definitely want to be one too.” boasted Odalia while glaring at Dorian. 

Alador did not like the look in Odalia’s eyes and he had seen first hand how scary she could be when she got angry. She would be even more angry if they did not make it to class on time so he grabbed her hand and started pulling her away. He did not  care for pointless conflict; it was only a waste of time.

Odalia did not resist if anything she was more surprised that Alador was being assertive. “Hey Alador,” started Odalia before being interrupted by Alador who simply stated “We are going to be late.” 

Behind them they heard Dorian shout out to them “Well that’s just perfect! You two are deserving of each other Mr. and Mrs. Blight!” He then turned around and stormed off in the opposite direction. 

 “What was that guy's problem? Is he always like that?” demanded Odalia trying to make eye contact with Alador.

He merely shrugged and said “I don’t think he likes me very much.” Looking away from her because he really did not like seeing her angry. 

“Well that’s an understatement.” she muttered. Glancing at Alador she could clearly see he was uncomfortable. She took a deep breath to try to calm herself down. The entire ordeal was nothing to her. She was used to arguing with people but it was probably too much for him.

“They are going to call you blight now too.” mumbled Alador in his usual monotone voice but Odalia could hear a tiny hint of guilt. 

Given that it was Dorian they were talking about, she knew Alador was right. By the end of the day everyone in school would be calling them blight. On the bright side everyone will know who they are so it would be like free publicity.

“Let them call us blights. If being great makes you a blight then that’s what we'll be.” she said with a fire in her eyes. " We'll show Dorian and anyone else like him how amazing your inventions are." She boasted giving him a big smile. Alador returned her smile with his own much more reserved one.

This particular story was inspired by this comic by @Yukifrill on Instagram and Twitter

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[dragon-kazansky]

Til death do us part | Helmut Zemo

Bodyguard AU! 🕶

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 2

You stand outside the airport, officially now in Sokovia. The nerves hadn't settled. Bucky had to lean over and reassure you several times everything would be OK. You couldn't pinpoint why you were so nervous about this job, but his kindness really helped.

A car, sent by Sam, came to pick you up. You both get in with your things. Promptly, the car leaves the airport and you're on your way to Castle Zemo.

You're driven to the edge of the city. The estate stands alone, a long drive leading to the building. The grounds are stunning, despite how bare they appear. There isn't a thriving garden or lush trees surrounding the area, but the mass of land stretches far and is still beautiful.

Castle Zemo is decently large. It certainly looked like it contained many rooms to explore. Somewhere within one of them was your priority for the next upcoming days.

The cars pulls up and both you and Bucky climb out. Your things are taken from car and given to you. Sam greets you after crossing the drive to meet you.

"Glad you could make it," he grins at you.

You hadn't seen Sam for a bit. He had been taking job after job these last couple months.

"Glad to be here. I'm ready for the job."

"Good. Your things will be taken to tour appointed room. We need to introduce you to the Baron. He's waiting in his office upstairs," Sam explains.

"Where's Nat?" Bucky asks.

"Guarding the office. Someone has to be with all times while we're working for him."

You adjust your tie and take the earpiece Sam held out for you. Once it was in, all nerves melted away.

You were the bodyguard now. The job starts here.

Sam leads the way. Heads held high, expressions stoic, you all move smoothly through the building. The foyer is big, a grand staircase is to one side, large double doors are situated right ahead of you. On either side are arched doorways, both leading to a long hallway.

Sam takes you upstairs.

Other than the limited staff, there is no one else present within Castle Zemo.

Natasha stands outside a tall dark brown door. She nods at you all as you approach.

"Good to see you," she smiled at you.

"Right back at you, Nat."

"Is he inside?" Sam asks, though mostly out of formality.

"Just as you left him."

Both of them turn to you and Bucky.

"He's.... a tough one, I'll give you that much," Natasha said.

"What do you mean?" Bucky asked. This was his first time meeting the Baron too.

"Well, he's a proud and confident man, that's for sure. Nice isn't a word I would use to describe him. We might have to really reel it in for this guy."

You glance at the door.

You wouldn't let him intimidate you. You were here to do a job, and do it you would.

"Better get introductions out of the way then," Sam said, adjusting his tie.

Natasha knocks on the door.

"Enter."

Natasha pushes open the door and let's you all enter, needing to remain in her stationed spot.

Sam takes again and comes to a stop in front of the Baron's desk. You and Bucky stand side by side and face him.

Baron Helmut Zemo is standing behind his desk. Once again, now seeing him in the flesh, your mind still agrees that he is handsome. His dark hair looks soft to the touch, those deep brown eyes were such a beautiful colour, and his accent, even though you had heard him only speak one word, was smooth and pleasant on the ears.

So much for being professional, you thought.

However, his expression was less than impressed, and those beautiful eyes of his were very clearly scrutinizing you.

You swallow back the nerves that threatened to rise.

"Bucky Barnes and Y/N L/N, the second pair of your bodyguard entourage for your trip, sir. The rest will meet us in Paris tomorrow."

Zemo looks you both up and down. He takes his time doing so. His gaze is piercing and cold. You can't tell what he's thinking about and that worries you slightly.

He walks around his desk, taking slow yet wide steps, and comes to stand in front of you both. His eyes narrow on you.

"You're a bodyguard?" He asks.

"Yes, sir."

"Fully trained?"

"Yes, sir."

The Baron glances back at Sam Wilson, then his gaze turns to Bucky Barnes. He knows what Natasha looks like because she had been escorting him most of the morning.

"Are you sure they are qualified?" He asks, turning to Sam.

Your professionalism almost drops at the insinuation. Does he not think you're capable of the job?

Sam stands a little straighter as he replies.

"They are capable. Fully trained and up to the job. It was Natasha Romanoff who trained them, sir."

Zemo's eyes turn back to you. He looks far from impressed. In fact, he looks beyond annoyed by this information. He clicks his tongue in an annoying manner and turns on his heel.

"Very well. There isn't much I can do anyway, you are excused."

Sam nods and guides you all outside. You leave that office feeling a bit defeated and hurt. Never before has a client ever made a comment on if they thought you were up to the job or not.

A hand on your shoulder brings you out of your thoughts. It's Nat.

"You good?"

"Yeah," you put on a smile, but it doesn't quite reach your eyes. "You were right about him though. What an asshole."

She smirks.

"Don't let him get to you. Let's do our a job and before you know it we'll be back in New York awaiting a new assignment."

You nod. At this point, you couldn't wait to go back home. However, you would pull through and do your duty.

You're good at what you do, and no Baron is going to change that.

An older gentleman approaches you.

"This is Oeznik, the butler," Natasha introduces you.

"Your rooms for the night are ready," he tells you. Natasha lets you go as you follow him long with Bucky.

Once you were settled, you would swap with Nat and Sam so they could rest a bit. They had been on duty for the past couple of days.

You are shown to a room down where the staff reside. You didn't expect anything more anyway, for now you were his staff too.

Oeznik holds the door open for you so you can look inside.

It's basic, not too big, but it's comfortable. You would be fine in here. You've slept in worse places anyway.

Bucky pokes his head on and nods.

"Not too bad."

You smile.

"This will be fine."

Oeznik nods and proceeds to show Bucky his room right next door. It's much the same as yours.

Once you had both been shown around a little, you headed back upstairs. Zemo was still in his office. Natasha smile as you both approach.

"Shift change?"

You nod.

"Thank goodness."

You chuckle as you take up the position of where she was before.

Bucky knocks on the door and goes inside once permitted to. Sam comes out shortly after. He smiled at you as he walks by.

This was it. This was the job.

You were stood there for more than an hour before fine door opened and the Baron came out. He glanced at you, but said nothing. With a nod from Bucky, you followed the Baron as he walked.

You were present throughout dinner, present throughout the evening as he read, and then present when he retired to his room. Bucky and you did your jobs perfectly.

It wasn't until a much later hour when you exchanged positions again with Nat and Sam.

As you walked back down to your rooms with Bucky, you couldn't help asking, "what are we protecting him from?"

Bucky doesn't reply right away, but you can tell he knows the answer.

"Well, we're not sure who they are exactly. A group of individuals who despise the Baron. I don't know the details, just that with him travelling through Europe, it leaves him pretty exposed and they could strike. We're here to make sure nothing happens."

"That sounds ominous," you eye him.

"I don't know the exact details. We aren't privy to them."

You figured that would be the case.

"Anyway, get some sleep, we have another flight tomorrow."

You nod and bid him goodnight as you disappear into your own room. You dress down and sit on the bed, sighing softly.

You felt like this was going to be a tough job. Not only did it seem like the Baron was being targeted by a dangerous group that you knew virtually nothing about, but he didn't seem to like you at all.

At least he hadn't said anything demeaning after the switch. Just looked at you with a slight glare in his gaze throughout the evening.

You lie back on the bed.

You would show him. You would show the Baron you were capable at your job.

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[kerie-prince]

change of pace

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

requested: (@pinkdevile) hey bae, can i request a one shot or headcanon about fred being whipped by one of ron classmates that is a non-pureblood slytherin and kind of prodigy in magic and how would he react to her being a typical dry slytherin and being a prodigy and good at everything?

summary: What happens when a red lion who lives in the moment falls for a green snake with plans for her future? Romance, of course.

a/n: stereotypical, yes but i had fun writing this :) also, i know my posting schedule keeps changing, so sorry about that 🥺 i got lots of requests (thank you guys SO much!) and i'm trying to not make them all sound the same. i'm looking up synonyms and all that stuff lol

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You were the least Slytherin person in your house. But maybe that's made you even more of a Slytherin. Your traits were that of a typical member of the house of snakes. No, you weren't a rude bitch; you had ambition that rivaled that of a Gryffindor and it wasn't even one of their traits. You aimed for the stars and your pride proved that you could do that and more. You are the best witch of your class, and maybe even your school.

And it was this reputation that caught the attention of someone who is quite the polar opposite. You were calm and collected. He was a wild card and unpredictable. Fred Weasley had his eyes on you and was going crazy for you. It all started when one day, he was with his friends and brothers in the Great Hall during lunch when you had walked up to Ron and Harry, “Hey Ron, were my notes able to help you?”

“Yeah, loads. Thank you, Y/N.” Lee was in the middle of a conversation with his best friends when he noticed Fred wasn't responding to anything he was saying. “Mate, you okay?” When you walked to your table, Fred scooted closer to his younger brother, “Dearest brother, how are you?”

“What do you want?” Ron saw right through him. He knew when Fred wanted something from him, just like now.

“Well I’m offended that you would assume something,” Fred held a hand over his chest with a fake offended look on his face, “can’t a person ask about the well being of his baby brother?” Ron had a deadpan expression and Harry was laughing at Fred’s exaggeration. “Fair enough. Who was that?”

“Who? Y/N? She’s in mine and Harry’s class, why?” Ron had taken a large bite from his turkey leg.

“What’s she like?” Fred inquired. Ron thought about it for a minute, “Dunno, she’s pretty quiet.”

“If I didn't know any better, I’d say that Freddie here fancies someone,” George teased. The surrounding friends laugh and point towards Fred. “I don’t fancy anyone. I’m just asking a simple question.”

Hermione and Ginny later joined the group. “What’s all this fuss about?” Hermione questioned.

“Fred’s asking about Y/L/N,” Harry caught Hermione up to speed. “Why? You’re not thinking of doing anything to her, are you?” Hermione started to scold the older boy.

“Why is it that you lot always think I’m up to no good,” Fred sighed.

“Because you’ve never been up to any good,” Ginny teased her older brother. Fred rolled his eyes and turned back to try and find you at your table. You had a couple of friends with you and a small book in your hand as you ate. Fred was determined to get your attention somehow.

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You sat in the library by yourself. You had spent the majority of the afternoon grading first years’ papers for Snape’s class and working with Hermione and Katie on a project for Ancient Runes. Giving up your weekends to study wasn't all that bad. The feeling of being on top was rewarding.

It was funny; your parents had stopped caring about your grades all together because they already knew what they were going to read. Not that they weren't supportive or proud of you. At family gatherings on your father’s side, he loved seeing the looks on his relatives’ faces when he boasted that you were the best student at Hogwarts.

But they have told you on many occasions that it wouldn't kill you to have at least one E. They wanted you to be able to have a normal teen life and have fun. Go to parties, get in trouble every now and then. You assured them that you were fine and all and even believed it yourself. You never had interest in breaking the pattern you had set.

The library was nearing its closing time and you packed your things. When you walked out the grand doors, a tall figure came in front of you and nearly knocked down all the books you carried. His hands caught whatever you couldn't hold before it hit the floor.

“Sorry about that,” you looked up at the towering boy. Your breath slightly hitched at the sight of his attractive face. His cheekbones were defined and his skin looked soft. You didn’t realize that you were staring, nor that he was also staring at you as well. Finally, he spoke up and handed you the book he was holding for you. “I believe this is for you.”

His mouth moved, but you were so distracted that it didn't occur to you he had actually said anything until you saw him looking at you expectedly. “Oh, thank you.” You started heading towards the dungeons when he jogged towards and stopped in front of you. “Aren’t you in the same class as Ron?”

“Yes, how did you know that?”

“I saw you talk to him the other day,” he told you. “I’m Fred.” He reached to shake your hands but then pulled it back when he remembered that your hands were full at the moment.

Ah, so this is Fred you thought. You've heard of him, who hasn't? Years of being at Hogwarts, tales of him and his equally devilish brother creating havoc around campus have traveled from one student to another. How you two had never seen one another until this point was surprising. It’s not like Hogwarts was a large school, but it wasn't small either.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.” You nodded your head towards him to replace a handshake. Ten seconds of silence caused you to walk past him and return to the path to the dungeons. “W-wait!” Fred called out.

He stood in front of you once again, one of his hands positioned in front of you to block you from walking past him again. “Would you like to get a butterbeer tomorrow?”

If there was anything you didn't like, it was being put on the spot. And another thing? Your routine being disturbed. Your Sunday was all planned out. Helping Sprout with her greenhouse to earn extra house points, tutoring some younger years, and getting a head start on your homework that wasn't even due for another week.

“I’m sorry, but no.” You gave him an apologetic smile as you walked away. Once again, he ran in front of you but this time merged with you and actually caused all of your books to fall.

“Merlin, I’m so sorry,” he bent down to help you pick them up. Fred usually isn't this clumsy or nervous. He usually charms his way through anything, but he was becoming like putty out of nowhere. “Okay, well what about Honeydukes next Saturday?”

“Sorry, but no again.” You started walking away for the nth time and turned around to look at him for the last time, “Please don’t follow me again.” And you were gone. But did this mean that Fred gave up on any chance he had? No. Far from it. If anything, it gave him reason to want to try harder.

He walked all the way to the Gryffindor house and luckily found Hermione studying in the common room with Pavarti and Lavender. There was a spot open next to her and when Ginny was about to take the spot, Fred grabbed her arm and pulled her away to steal the seat.

“Um, excuse you, I was going to sit–”

“Tell me everything you can about Y/N,” Fred interrupted his sister.

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He had tried to learn as much as he could about you. Fred learned that you had the top grades. Much like Harry did, you had learned the Patronus Charm before not only before your own class, but even Fred’s charms class. Your dad's a wizard, and your mum's a muggle. But most importantly, you were a picture perfect student, and although you didn't have any apparent hobbies, you picked up just about everything with ease.

A couple of weeks had passed and every other day, Fred had made any type of excuse to come see you.

‘Oh, my next class is in this direction’ It wasn't.

‘I like that book, too!’ You were, in fact, not holding a book but your personal journal.

‘Funny running into you here!’ It was in the Great Hall during breakfast.

Now, you didn't hate these interactions. They didn't do anything to your routine, and they were actually cute attempts to get your attention. But you didn't think you had any time for anything else. Or anyone else.

“You should give him a chance, Y/N/N. Live a little. I think the top student can take a bit of time for herself at least once,” your friend Millicent advised. Astoria agreed with her, “He’s cute~.” You slightly blushed in your book and pushed their arms away.

“I’ve never been on a date before,” you whispered. The two girls looked at each other confused before turning back to look at you. “Huh?”

“I’ve never been on a date before!” You flinched when you realized your voice was louder than intended. Your friends laughed when you looked towards the Gryffindor table to make sure Fred didn't hear you. He was talking to his friends, so that meant he didn't. Only he did, but felt your eyes on him so he pretended he didn't.

“So this is the perfect reason to go out with him! Go ask him out,” Millie pushed. She was persistently tapping on your arm until you eventually stood up. You took a deep breath to gather confidence and walked towards the table of red and gold.

When Fred's eyes met yours, you turned around and walked out of the Hall. He stood up from his seat and chased after you. He kept bumping into people, including Filch in the hallways. Filch yelled for him to stop, but of course Fred ignored him and kept going.

Momentarily, he lost you in the crowd of mixed color robes until he saw you sitting by yourself on a bench under a tree. He walked towards your direction and asked you with his eyes if he could take the seat next to you. You scooted down more to let the tall boy sit down.

Neither of you said anything for a few moments. You fiddled with your fingers on your lap and he stared up at the sky. “Nice day, innit?” Fred started the conversation. “Yes, it is.”

“Good weather to go walking around Hogsmeade” Fred tried one last attempt in asking you out.

“It would be,” you accepted.

He let out a sigh in defeat, “I know I ask a lot, but maybe just this once– wait, what did you say?” You looked up at him and smiled for the first time. His heart skipped a beat and the butterflies fluttered about inside.

“I’ll go with you.” He was so excited that he jumped up and did an air punch of victory. You laughed to yourself and when he looked at you, you had an eyebrow raised. He blushed in embarrassment and scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Promptly at 2 in the afternoon in front of the Slytherin dorms. Don’t be late,” you stood up with confidence. You walked back to the Hall to tell your friends, cheeks warmed and ears blushing. “So?” Astoria asked.

“It’s just a date, that's it,” you sounded nonchalant about it, but the smile on your face said differently. You were excited for your day with Fred and for all, unpredictable adventures to come.

A much needed change of pace.

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[babyboyblasty]

CHAPTER 12:

All the girls had at least one bag in their hand. Momo had eight (some big but most of them medium sized that only contained one or two things each), Mina four, Hagakure two, Jirou one, Uraraka one, Tsuyu two, and Aoyama five. The only one without any bags was Bakugou since he hasn’t bought anything. So far— and he will rather die than admit it out loud— hanging out with his classmates wasn’t the most terrible thing that has happened to him these past three days. He was actually kinda having a good time.

"You should have come with us to get your nails painted too, Bakugou-kun" Hagakure placed an invisible hand on his shoulder where he saw some glittery blue polish.

"Yeah! I think a nice /green/ would look great on you" Uraraka smiled, giving a wink to Tsuyu who shook her head.

“Actually, I think Bakubabe would prefer a firetruck /red/ ” Mina nudged Jirou who gave her friend a knowing look.

"On the contrary, I believe a nice dark color like black or purple would suit Bakugou-san best" Momo suggested, oblivious to what her other friends were hinting at. "Perhaps Bakugou would like to join us on our next trip?" she turned to look at him and he looked back at her then the rest who were waiting for his answer like they were insane.

"But I won't be a girl then" he replied like they'd forgotten. 

"We know that, kero, but Bakugou-chan is fun when he is not yelling," Tsuyu responded, a finger to her cheek.

"You joining us again would be très bien, monsieur" Aoyama smiled over at him, wiggling his fingers in front of his face to show off simplistic french tipped fingernails. 

Bakugou didn't really respond but he did smile a little on the inside. Not that they needed to know that though.

The conversation was dropped to start another one about what they've bought so far, cuticle care (via Aoyama), and what they wanted to do tomorrow in their free day. That somehow turned into Momo recalling a restaurant she visited with her parents where the food was magnificent and that led to Bakugou claiming he can make the best damn breakfast they've ever had and Jirou challenging him to cook breakfast for them tomorrow to prove it. He agreed of course and the girls couldn't wait. They already knew Bakugou was a great cook but challenging him was always fun for both them and for Bakugou since he liked to prove he was the best.

After walking around for a bit, the girls decided that they wanted to go into a store that just recently opened. It was one similar to Victoria Secret that sold lingerie and other intimate clothing that Bakugou didn’t feel comfortable in so the blonde stayed outside on his phone. 

"Is that Bakugou Katsuki I'm seeing? Or do my eyes deceive me" Bakugou could practically hear the smirk and sarcasm dripping from the words. Looking up, he saw Emo Deku 2.0 walking over to where he was standing, the smug bastard. 

"Is that the human vibrator I'm seeing? Or is it just a big pile of dog shit" he countered back, baring his teeth up at the guy. Shindou Yo always rubbed him the wrong way and just the sound of his voice and that dumb way he patronized and looked down at him like he was better was enough to make his blood boil. He thought he’d seen the end of him after their provisional hero license exam when he was a first year and Shindou was a third year, but fate has a funny way of working and Bakugou seems to run into the guy more often than he'd like when he's out doing public service hero work or at internships. 

"No need for insults, Bakugou. I was just surprised to see you, that's all. I heard about what happened over at the agency but I didn't believe it. I mean, you /are/ supposed to be the best, right? So how on earth was I to believe that a small time thug got the upper hand on the Great Explosion Murder God DynaMight?" Shindou tilted his head, looking down at Bakugou with fake curiosity and concern. "I could see I was mistaken though. Maybe you're just not as amazing as they say you are /just/ yet. That's okay though. It took me all three years at Ketsubutsu Academy to fully learn how to be a great hero but I guess some people need more time. It's okay being a late bloomer. Isn't that right, Katsuki?"

Bakugou was positively fuming and it took everything in him not to launch at him right then and there. He wasn't the same explosive boy from his first year that couldn't control his impulses. Besides, making him lose his composure is what that asshole wanted and he won't give him the satisfaction. He won't compromise his perfect record and possibly endanger someone by using his quirk in a public setting. Clenching his fist as hard as he could, he let the sparks threatening to ignite die in his palms.

"What? You've got nothing to say, Katsuki? How very unlike you" the black haired boy teased. It's been two years since Shindou Yo graduated from Ketsubutsu Academy High School and half a year since he's been working as a rookie pro hero. He was assigned to this mall by the agency he works at and imagine his surprise when he saw Bakugou just standing there in the open like that. Really, he just couldn't resist coming over and saying hi. The blonde was always so entertaining. 

"Pro-hero Grand! May we have your autograph?" a small girl and boy ran over to them, each holding a pen and notebook in their hands up to Shindou's face. The man's condescending smile changed into a friendly one at the flip of a switch. "Of course! It'd be an honor" he laughed and gave them both his signature. Bakugou let out a 'tch' sound, crossing his arms over his chest. "Thank you for your support!" he waved them goodbye and the children waved back with a 'thank you', running off back to a woman who they guessed was their mother.

"Does it ever get tiring being a two-faced bitch?" Bakugou growled and Shindou turned back to him, letting out an amused laugh.

"See? There he is. Or should I say she now?" he made a thinking face and laughed when Bakugou audibly growled like a dog. "That's what I like about you, Bakugou. Always so feisty" he cooed before stepping a bit closer. Bakugou kept his ground so they were almost chest to chest, Bakugou glaring up at the guy because of his new height. If he was smaller by one or two inches before, he is now nearly half a foot shorter than the bastard. "You know, this look actually kinda suits you. It makes you look cute when you're angry so really I can't even take you seriously. Not that I did before, but now I get the sudden urge to hug you. Isn't that funny?" he smirked.

"Well take a good long look, perv, because I'll be turning back to normal tomorrow morning," Bakugou spat. Shindou looked genuinely confused for a split second and it made Bakugou get a sinking feeling in his chest.

"Tomorrow morning? Are you sure? Did Eraser tell you that?" the pro hero raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips. 

"What the hell are you getting at?" Bakugou frowned. 

"Oh nothing, don't mind me. If that's what your teacher said then it must be true" he shrugged.

"Is there something you're not telling me? If there is, spit it out already."

"Like I said, it's nothing. Anyway, I must be getting back to work. The streets don't keep themselves safe, you know?" Shindou smiled and turned to leave but Bakugou immediately grabbed his arm, spinning him around to face him and gripping onto the black and gold top piece of his hero costume to pull him down to his eye level.

"Woah there Bakugou. Aren't we moving just a bit too fast?" the older of the two chuckled.

"Listen up, dumbass. I swear if there's something you're not telling me I'll—" he growled out before getting interrupted by a stern voice.

"Bakugou! What is going on here? Let go of him immediately" Iida stepped up to both of them. Midoriya, Todoroki, and the other three standing behind the tall, navy haired male were all ready to intervene if need be, Midoriya and Todoroki more so than the rest.

Bakugou unclenched his hands from Shindou's hero costume with a huff and Shindou smoothed it out with a throaty laugh.

"Thanks for that. Iida Tenya, right? Ingenium's younger brother?" Shindou smiled. 

The class rep nodded and answered 'yes, I am' before putting his hands together. "Pro-hero Grand," Iida gave a deep bow, "I apologize in advance for my classmate's despicable behavior. As class rep it is my responsibility to ensure everyone acts their best in order to better represent the name of U.A. My apologies again, sir!" Iida was practically yelling and it caused a few heads to turn their way in curiosity to what was happening, but they all looked away with a sharp glare from a certain ash blonde that basically told them to mind their own fucking business. "Is everything okay? Was Bakugou bothering you?"

Bakugou could have laughed. Of course they'd think that so he wasn’t even surprised.

"What?" Shindou laughed before the black haired hero began maneuvering the younger so that he had an arm around Bakugou's shoulders and his other hand was holding one of Bakugou's wrists like they were the best of pals. "Oh no, not at all. Bakugou-kun and I were just talking about old times. I was giving him a few words of my experience so far and some advice as a pro hero" the male gave a bright smile. "What you saw just now was a new move Bakugou was demonstrating to me. There is no problem here, right Katsuki?"

"Whatever."

Midoriya's eyes flickered over to Kacchan. Honestly, he doesn't think that that was what happened at all. He thinks Shindou said or did something that made Bakugou react that way. He's known the blonde for a long time now and while his childhood friend might be a hot head, he wasn't the type to start fights without reason. Todoroki, Shoji, and Koda thought the same but didn't say anything. They didn’t get good vibes from Shindou either.

Todoroki didn't like the interaction between those two one bit and Izuku felt the need to go up and pull his Kacchan away from him.

"Well, that's a relief" Iida answered with a bit of hesitance. He was still a bit suspicious but let the matter slide.

"I hope to see you all out in the field in a few years. Work hard" Shindou said his goodbyes to all of them individually before turning to Bakugou. "It was nice bumping into you, Katsuki-chan. And I meant what I said earlier too. You look good" he winked and Bakugou growled. "Take care, guys" he smiled, waving goodbye. 

They all watched the hero go before Iida was turning to Bakugou. "What happened between you two, Bakugou?" he frowned and Bakugou grumbled.

"Nothin' that concerns any of you. Now quit buggin me."

Iida tried not to take offense. After a few years of being classmates, he should be used to the blonde's somewhat hostile way of speaking. “As you wish. Why were you alone? Where are the girls and Aoyama?” he asked.

“In the store” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Almost as if by magic, Bakugou’s group started walking out of the store, some carrying new small bags. 

“Deku-kun! Iida-kun!” Uraraka grinned, going up to them excitedly.

“Uraraka-san. It’s good to see you” Izuku smiled. The rest of them caught up before Iida started lecturing the girls about leaving Bakugou alone.

“I can take care of myself, four eyes!” he yelled but Iida paid no attention to him as he continued talking to the rest about what he saw happening with Bakugou and Shindou earlier to make a point about why we should all be in groups or in pairs at all times. Mina gasped loudly and Momo turned around to look at Bakugou with sympathy.

“Did he do something to you, Bakugou?" the pink girl was stomping over to him, a furious look on her face. "Where is he? I’ll beat him up I swear” Mina frowned, looking around to see if she can spot the black haired hero around. For his sake, he better pray she doesn't. Apparently she thought the same thing Midoriya did.

"Bakugou-kun! I am terribly sorry we left you alone. I should have known better and stayed behind with you. I am so sorry for your troubles" she apologized.

"Hah? Do you think I'm some type of damsel in distress now or something? It's fine, ponytail. Quit apologizing" he grumbled, looking away. “You too, Pinky.”

Momo gave him a soft smile and went in for a hug. She was sure he'd most likely push her off so when he didn't, she was very surprised. He didn't hug back but Momo didn't expect him to and she hugged him a bit tighter, the rest of the girls going in for a group hug as well. The boys were unsure what to do (even though some of them really wanted to join) so they stood to the side and watched how Bakugou started telling them to quit being "sentimental fucks" and let go already. They could tell he didn’t really mind it when he didn't immediately threaten to blow them up though.

Bakugou couldn’t wait until he went back to normal tomorrow.

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(the shindou and bakugou inspiration for this chapter was these two pieces of fanart!)

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A CERTAIN ROMANCE

CHAPTER ONE: JUEVES

Author’s note: Hello! I’ve decided to give it a go, this is my first chaptered fic in this website. This story just occurred to me a while ago and I’ve tried my best to make some sense out of the concept which honestly is forever changing on my mind. I hope you don’t find many grammar mistakes, if you do please let me know. Enjoy! (:

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It's been years since Harry last had to use the tube, but it's not as hard as he thinks, buying the ticket was fairly simple and soon enough he was sitting on the train comfortably. The northern line wasn't too busy, no delays were announced through the speakers, his journey to Ladbroke Grove station was going to last around thirty six minutes. He suddenly can't remember how long the ride would be on a car. Maybe it's time to start using the London Underground a bit more, contributing to saving the planet, lessen his carbon footprint. With all the aeroplanes he takes a year, he should use it from now onto the rest of his life, he thinks with a bit of guilt.

He changes to the Hammersmith and city line with ease, passing by lots of people, no one truly pays attention to him. The school girls that would usually come up to him and ask for a picture are too busy gossiping among themselves, the grown up adults that are more fond of his solo work are too immersed into their own thoughts about annoying bosses. Harry likes to blend into the crowd that's gathered now at the station and awaits for the train. In the eyes of the others, he's just another guy patiently waiting for the train to hop on and get to his destination. Even though he was on his way to meet with the team that will take care of his house renovation, a property valued approximately on £4.175 million.

The train arrives and he follows the multitude that pile into the wagon, he isn't lucky to find a seat this time but doesn't mind as he finds a good spot to lean against, the doors close just as he skips the ABBA song he doesn't feel like listening at the moment and settles for Hanson instead. He bops his head along the tune before slipping back the mobile in his pocket, eyes traveling along the passengers' faces, trying to guess what they're up to.

A group of lads wearing the Tottenham jersey discuss the latest game, one of them praising Kane's goal and regretting him missing the next match. Harry knows a thing or two about football, he even plays it regularly with his friends not so far away from his home, but he doesn't keep up with Manchester United, perhaps he can do that from now on he thinks before letting his gaze fall upon the pack getting down on Baker Street and the few ones hopping on. Most of them are tourists chatting about the Sherlock Holmes museum, the singer smiles, remembering the first time he visited it with his family, many years ago. Sometimes he longs for those days to be back, so he can do the typical touristy things with the people he loves the most once in a while or have a date without a good amount of lenses focused on his every move.

Not that he regrets being a well known musician, actor, model. It comes with a lot of perks. But he's just moving on from a breakup that might have been his fault. He's a workaholic for sure, even though he's supposed to be taking it easy, his mind can't help but keep throwing song ideas for the next album. That is why Jeff suggested the home renovation, knowing that the project will keep him busy for about three months, maybe more if the contractors up sell their ideas.

Harry makes his way out of the station in one piece and without being spotted, he checks the address again on his phone, confirming the place where the meeting will be held is within walking distance and makes his way before choosing a Pink Floyd song for the six minute walk. He pulls his coat tighter around him, relishing in the forever changing weather of the city, this time he will stay and enjoy it in full, maybe even delight in the autumn too, have his mum over for a couple of weeks, maybe he'll even stay longer and take her to the ice rink.

Just as Harry plots on where to go when his favourite person pays him a visit, he reaches the private front garden off a beautiful car-free garden square. He remembers to text Jack, who doesn't take long to appear in the distance and unlock the gate for his friend.

"You're impossibly early mate," the man greets with an amused chuckle.

"Sorry, had to take the tube because of what you said about car-free development, probably miscalculated the time." Harry admits sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck as Jack leads the way through the garden. "Is this where they filmed Notting Hill?" He wonders with another look around.

"Couple of scenes that didn't make the cut, our neighbour Mrs. Black will tell you all about it, if you happen to run into her around Hugh Grant's birthday." Harry laughs as they reach a private entrance with a well-maintained front garden adorning the forepart of the property, he follows Jack inside the home where a strong coffee scent greets them both.

The musician quickly scans the large open plan kitchen/reception room with large glass sliding patio doors to a delightful independent garden where a round table is surrounded by four mismatching chairs. He doesn't remember Jack's old place, but it certainly didn't look as the dream home they're standing in right now.

"Thanks for agreeing to do the meeting here mate," Harry's words are sincere his companion can tell, he tries to shove it off as if it's nothing, handing him the mug with coffee while he pours another one for himself, "I know it can be a handful, the NDAs too." Now he's almost blushing.

"We should be thanking you H, work from home for the next couple of months, my dream come true." Jack manages to make him laugh and feel at ease again, just before the steps of a third party come from the stairs and grow closer towards them. "Just in time, Harry this is Fernando Gonzalez, my housemate and architect of the team." He introduces the tall man to his friend and watches them shake each other's hand, "Fernando this is our client, Harry Styles."

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Styles," his voice is soft and melodic, like an aerophone instrument.

"Please call me H, all my friends do," the musician knows this is business, but he wants to have fun too, like Jeff suggested. And the guy looks way too young to be calling him Mister Styles.

"I warned you Fer, he likes to keep it easy, breezy." Jack says motioning both of them to follow his lead and sit down in their dining table that is covered with house design magazines, floor plans of Harry's home and a couple of what the pop star assumes are sketch notebooks. "Alright, tell us about your vision for this project." In all honesty, Harry doesn't know how to answer that.

He fights the urge to say that he had purchased the property knowing that not much is needed to be done to the décor. The style and the flow of the house is already lovely. After a quick glance at the plan he thinks that maybe, more room is needed and, most importantly, a new kitchen-dining-living space that would be grand enough to entertain in, but cosy enough to be the central 'hub' of his home.

"The windows, for starters, have to be replaced." He begins with a tone so confident that the pair before him don't suspect he's improvising the whole thing. "New bathrooms, perhaps from Lusso Stone, demolish an existing rear extension from the top and design and build an entirely new expansive ultra-modern one, like the one at Lou's home." Jack nods understanding what he means, "I also want a kitchen diner extension, pink granite worktops, if possible." Harry finishes before grabbing one of the magazines and starts flipping pages just to look busy.

The whole project can take six months, they let him know, through the summer and autumn. He's elated at achieving double the time he hoped for in the beginning.

"We'll send the paperwork to your team and see you next week to sign it once they approve it," Jack concludes the meeting as they all finish their coffee. "Are you busy on the nineteenth?" His friend's voice is warmer now that he's not on business mode, it makes Harry smile.

"I don't think I am, why?"

"It's Freddie's birthday, you should come, catch up with the lads," Harry nods while thinking about it, a bit unsure because it has been a while since he's seen the rest of the pack, he's not sure they'll welcome him just like that. "They're always asking about you, could be like old times, lads doing laddy stuff," the green eyed musician chuckles at that, not sure if he wants to go back to those activities of their youth.

"Sure I'll go, text me the address a few days before," his friend nods in approval to his request, "I better get going, I have to pick up my sister for dinner, see you both next week." The youngest nods and shakes Harry's hand before Jack leads the way out the house and square. The sun is setting now and the sky is a mix of pink and purple hues just as the two men bid their goodbyes until they meet again in a week's time.

Harry scolds himself for buying a one way ticket earlier instead of sorting out an Oyster card, he'll do that next time, he thinks before stepping into the train and finding a seat in the middle section of it. Led Zeppelin is a good soundtrack for his journey back home, for some reason he is craving the powerful, noisy, speedy rebellion that came with the band's songs, he loved to get so lost in the music that whatever activity he did came in second, every single time. Which is why he almost didn't get off at the King's cross stop, he hurried out of the vehicle, laughing to himself for being so immersed into the music.

The way back to the northern line was now familiar, but not as busy, he decided not to walk too fast after confirming that he had enough time to go home and take a shower before going over to Gemma's. Waiting at the platform he decides to change his playlist, again. Just as he's about to settle for Wings, out of the corner of his eye he spies what the person next to him is listening to and he stops from hitting play on his own device.

The who.

It's been ages since he heard them, three years if he is being honest. The train arrives and the girl next to him puts her phone in her coat pocket as she prepares to board the wagon, Harry does the same, but instead of training his eyes on the descending passengers, he lets them focus on her. She's wearing a nice burgundy coat, a black newsboy cap, high-waisted jeans with a blue polka dot blouse tucked underneath them. She's much shorter than he is, probably about Helene's height, he thinks as they make their way inside.

Without meaning to, he follows her and leans on the wall, across from her. She doesn't seem to notice how his stare is burning holes into her face, he's itching to ask her where did she buy the red boots she's wearing. Harry knows the moment he speaks to her, it will all go to shit. Some of the school girls sitting nearby might recognise his voice, his dimple could pop out to play and give him away too. She might also think he's a creep and kick him in the shin, leaving a nasty bruise that would heal in about a week, unlike the invisible one in his ego.

"Are you telling me, you developed a ten feet tall crush on someone you saw on the tube?" Gemma asks later that night, her fork full of linguine was stopped mid-air, making her brother roll his eyes but nod bashfully. "I'm speechless." The fork resumes its trajectory and she chews her pasta slowly.

"It happens to everyone, only because you both know that there's almost no chance to see each other again." Harry shrugs and bites a piece of bread, still feeling weird about the situation.

"Did she make eyes at you?"

"What?" He's completely taken off guard by his sister's question, his northern accent coming out and making him drop the 't' at the end.

"Yes, did you flirt with each other making eyes," Gemma's eyelashes flutter as if she was a Disney princess meeting her love interest for the first time, Harry shakes his head in denial, "what was it then?"

"I don't know! It was weird, couldn't take my eyes off of her but... she didn't even notice, I sound like a dirty man," he does, his sister agrees but the pink spots on his cheekbones tell a different story.

"I once had a crush like that, with a cashier at Waitrose," she remembers before sipping her wine, "he was nice to look at, one day he wasn't there anymore, just like that." Gemma sighed and took her younger sibling's hand on hers before adding. "If our lives were a Nicholas Sparks novel, perhaps we would be getting ready to have a date with those lovely people but..." Harry laughed and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

"How's the sunnies collaboration going?" He asked before taking the last of his gnocchi. Listening to his sister talk about things that she enjoyed was the highlight of his days, he managed to push his silly underground crush to the back of his mind.

But there was the truth of what Harry couldn't see, or say. He'd probably like to have a shot with a girl like that and if Gemma could only see her, she would agree. Agree that there might be a story around there.

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The next morning, Kiara woke up to the loud bang of the door being opened.

"Kiara, I lost!" Gingka whined as he slumped on the couch opposite her. The girl sat up and looked at Gingka with a tired yet sympathetic expression on her face.

"You'll win next time. I know you will, okay?" she assured him.

"But he was so small! And so strong! I can't believe it!" he cried, earning giggles from her.

"Gingka," Kenta called, walking in. "Stop whining already. None of us could get any sleep last night because all you would do is wake up from your dreams saying 'I lost!'" Kiara noticed Kenta's arm bandaged and held by a support.

"Kenta?" she began, climbing out of bed and making her way towards the young boy, concern plastered all over her face. "Is your arm okay? What happened?"

"That blader, Yu, battled me and Hikaru and defeated us both with his really strong special move," Kenta explained.

"Yu?" Kiara asked. "Isn't he the blader who defeated Gingka?"

"Stop talking about it!" Gingka whined, placing his hands on his ears and kicking his legs about in the air. "I don't wanna hear it anymore!"

"He must be really strong, huh?" Kiara continued, receiving a nod from Kenta as a response.

"He was the one who took me to the medical tent to get my arm bandaged up, though," the young boy added.

"Aww, he seems like a nice guy," Kiara smiled. "Oh yeah, and who's this Hikaru?"

"Seems like there are still a lot of people you need to meet, Kiara," Benkei commented, walking into the room. Kiara smiled and agreed, surprised by how many of Gingka's friends she had yet to meet. She turned her attention back to Kenta.

"Kenta, listen to me. Don't battle for the next couple of days until your arm gets better okay?" she advised. "Benkei, please keep an eye on him. I don't want him getting hurt. His arm already looks quite bad."

"You sound like you're his mother," Gingka laughed. "It's funny."

"You know what, Kenta. You can watch me train. How about that?" Benkei suggested.

"Oh, but that's so boring," Kenta whined. "I wanna battle."

"But Kiara over here said you're not allowed to, okay?" Benkei responded.

"You know, she is right Kenta," Gingka added, sitting upright. "You should take a break from battling. You've worked so hard to become as strong as you are now. You definitely need a break, okay?" Kenta sighed and agreed, following Benkei out of the room, leaving Kiara and Gingka alone. The two spent the rest of the morning and most of that afternoon talking about Gingka's friends and their adventures together. They then diverted their attention towards their phones, scrolling away at social media whilst stopping momentarily to show each other funny videos they had seen. After a while, Kiara put her phone away and laid back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling with her hands behind her head.

"Gingka," Kiara began. Gingka looked at her, signalling that she had his full attention. "Who's this Kyoya guy?"

"Kyoya? He's one of my greatest rivals," Gingka answered.

"Really? He seems like a really strong blader."

"Yeah, he is. He uses a Rock Leone and is the kind of guy who battles fiercely with his opponents. One thing I know for sure is that he has a strong blader's spirit and never runs away from a battle."

"So," a third voice spoke, "Kiara, is it?"

Both Gingka and Kiara turned their attention to the doorway, where their gaze met a tall figure with spiky, dark green hair. Kyoya.

"Yeah, that's me. Why do you ask?" Kiara responded.

"You think I'm a strong blader, huh?" Kyoya questioned.

"Yeah, I do. I watched your battles in the survival tournament yesterday and I've got to say, I think you're pretty strong."

"Only pretty strong?" he scoffed. "I am Gingka's number one rival, and with this Rock Leone," he continued, retrieving his bey from his bey holder and presenting it to Kiara. "I am going to defeat him one day. I'll show you mine and Leone's strength. Battle me!"

Gingka told Kyoya to calm down and take it easy since this was Kiara's first encounter with him.

"Listen, Kyoya," Kiara began. "I'm not looking to battle you right now. I just want some training from a really strong blader and I think you might be able to help with that."

"And what exactly do you need training for?" Kyoya asked, lowering the hand that held Leone.

"I need to..." Kiara paused momentarily, looking at Gingka. "Get revenge on someone," she continued, earning an upset look from the boy. Kiara knew he wasn't pleased with her answer but she chose to ignore it.

"Oh, an enemy," Kyoya smirked, his interest piqued. "What did they do to make you want to get revenge, huh?"

"I don't need to tell you that."

"Alright, well in that case, you still have to battle me!" Kyoya fetched his launcher and attached Leone to it.

"Kyoya, what are you doing?" Gingka asked as he stood up, earning a glare from his rival, concern evident in his voice.

"Stay out of it, Gingka," Kyoya warned, turning his attention back to Kiara. "If I win this battle, you tell me who this enemy of yours is and why you want to get revenge on them. Understood?"

"And you'll still train me?" Kiara enquired.

"Hmph. I'll see if I feel like it."

"Alright."

"Get ready to battle, then! What are you waiting for?"

Kyoya's battle stance was interrupted by Madoka who walked into the room.

"Madoka, is Columba repaired yet?" Kiara asked.

"Repaired?" Kyoya repeated, annoyed at what he had just heard.

"I'm sorry, Kiara. Columba was too damaged to repair. There's nothing I can do about it," Madoka answered dejectedly.

"Say what? So I can't battle her now? How pathetic," Kyoya growled angrily, lowering his launcher. "This is a waste of my time. I'm getting out of here."

"Kyoya," Gingka warned. "Wait."

"Madoka," Kiara spoke. "Please tell me you're joking and that this is all some kind of prank."

"I'm afraid not," Madoka replied. "I'm really sorry Kiara." Upon hearing those words, Kiara's heart sank and she became visibly upset. Not wanting to break down in front of the others, she left the room, Gingka and Madoka calling after her.

"What's up with that?" Kyoya enquired, putting Leone away. Madoka turned to face Gingka.

"Whoever it was she battled that one time must have drained all of her energy. All the power in her bey was completely used up," she informed him. "You remember how she was when she first showed up, don't you Gingka?"

"Yeah, I do," Gingka uttered.

"Wow, that badly?" Kyoya asked.

"Yeah, Kyoya," Madoka responded. "That badly."

"That must be one strong opponent. No wonder she wanted to get revenge," Kyoya spoke, readying himself to leave. "I'm gonna go and find out who it is."

"Kyoya, she's upset right now. Just let her be," Gingka warned, glaring at Kyoya.

"I don't care whether she's crying like a baby or not," the green-haired boy replied, gaining an angered look from both Gingka and Madoka. "I just want to find out who this strong blader is so that I can defeat them."

Madoka and Gingka sighed as they watched Kyoya leave the room.

"Well, there's no stopping him now," Madoka spoke. "I'm gonna get back to repairing beys." She walked out of the room, leaving Gingka alone to think about the events that had just occurred. Of course, he felt terrible for Kiara considering that she wasn't able to get her bey back. What can I do? he wondered. After pondering for a long while, Gingka got up and made his way to Madoka's repair room.

"Madoka, I need Cassiopeia," Gingka demanded.

"What? Grand Cassiopeia?" she shrieked. "What do you need Cassiopeia for?"

"Don't worry about that," he answered.

"But-"

"Trust me, Madoka. She said I could use it if I ever needed it and now's the time for that."

"I understand, Gingka," Madoka sighed as she retrieved a small box from the bottom drawer of her desk before handing it to Gingka.

"Thank you."

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