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Safe Haven: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader - Chapter Five

chapter four - Chapter Five: Come A Little Closer - chapter six

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Plot: As the hunt continues for Dr. Nagal and the super serum, Y/n learns the ugly side of being a superhero while also finding herself drawing closer to Bucky.

Warnings: spoilers for episode.3, angst, fluff, language, description of injuries, unwanted touching, blood, character death (minor), anxiety, *cue Start of Something New from High School Musical playing in the background*, idiots in their feelings getting interrupted a lot, dancing Bucky. did I mention feelings?

Word Count: 6.9k

A/N: So this is semi rushed because I didn’t have as much time to work on it as I typically do but hopefully it still holds up. I’m currently in a stupor right now after today’s episode and trying to plan out where the rest of this goes, exciting and nerve wracking lol.

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Lay low, blend in, enjoy the party and stay out of trouble. Those were Sharon’s instructions. Not only did she know how to throw a party but the Madripoorians knew how to enjoy themselves. The pomp and circumstance didn’t match New Orleans by a long shot, but they sure as hell threw themselves into it.

Sharon was in charge of asking around to see if anyone had any information on Wilfred Nagal while we were stationed at the bar. After Sharon’s talk, I was nursing a glass of whiskey trying to blur the various scenarios she’d put in my head. Each step we’d taken so far had landed us somewhere more dangerous. Within days we’d gone from an impromptu fight with Super Soldiers to breaking Zemo out of prison to a shootout in the streets of Madripoor. The deeper we got, the higher the risk. I’d never thought of Sam’s job as easy, but I could have never understood how difficult it was until I was doing it with him.

I looked over to Sam, Bucky and Zemo who were doing the exact opposite of what Sharon had told us to do. They couldn’t have looked more out of place. They looked like a bar joke; a superhero, a 100 year old assassin and an escaped Sokovian convict walk into a bar…

“Have any of you ever stepped foot in a club?” I asked, leaned up against the side of the bar. The three of them looked lost, causing me to roll my eyes, “Dance, drink, do something!”

“Excuse me,” a masculine voice that didn’t belong to anyone in our group said from behind me, I turned and faced his presence, “It’s a crime that someone as beautiful as you hasn’t been out on that dance floor tonight. Care to join me?” Was it a cheesy line? Extremely so. But blending in meant blending in. “Why not?” I downed the last of my whiskey and allowed him to take my hand and lead me into the middle of the action.

The center of the room was packed body to body, filled with people innocent moving to the house music to those grinding against one another in the most sinful of ways. The handsome stranger put his hands on my waist, I placed mine loosely around his neck and we began to dance. There was enough space between us that it wasn’t uncomfortable and I found myself actually enjoying myself. But the longer the song went on, the more the guy’s hands started to wander. It started with a few circles in my hips that I wasn’t a fan of to rubbing up and down my sides, when they trailed around my back and down to my ass was when I wriggled out of his grip. “C’mon sweetheart,” he shouted over the music, “It’s a party, lighten up.” I was fully prepared to tell him exactly what I thought of men like him when a gloved hand grabbed his shoulder roughly, I looked to my side to see the body belonged to Bucky. “You’re done, pal.” The creep was inches shorter than Bucky and couldn’t match his intimidating steely stare. He put up no fight and simply backed away in fear, bumping into a few people on his way out of the main room. Bucky moved in front of me to act as some type of shield in case he was stupid enough to come back, “Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine,” I assured him, “You didn’t have to come over, I can handle myself, y’know.” “I know you’ve got no problem telling people off,” he smirked, “But I couldn’t help myself. That kind of stuff doesn’t set well with me.” “Well, thank you,” I said, “But you’ve made one fatal mistake, Barnes.” His brows knitted together in confusion as I smiled, “You’re out on the dance floor with me.” I watched as he connected the dots, “No, no, no…” “Yes, yes, yes,” I contested, lightly tugging on his non-metal arm as he started to walk away, “You need to blend in and there could be another handsy creep nearby, so consider it a public service.” His 1940’s origins wouldn’t allow him to leave a woman by herself in a potentially uncomfortable situation, this much I knew. With a heavy sigh that I could practically hear over the loud music, he met my eyes. “I don’t know how to dance to this, it doesn’t even sound like music to me.” I rolled my eyes, “If only you had someone to teach you…Give me your hands,” he offered me his flesh one, “Both of them.”

He defeatedly put out his gloved metal hand and I took hold of them both, carefully placing them on my hips. They hesitantly held onto me as if maybe I didn’t want him touching me despite the fact that I initiated it. I watched him to make sure he was okay with me positioning us, his eyes stayed glued to where his fingers rested. Not wanting to make him any more uncomfortable than he already was, I settled my hands on his broad shoulders. Receiving no arguments from him, I continued moving us. We looked too much like middle schoolers in the middle of a gymnasium with all the space between us. I took a step towards him to shorten the distance, still watching him to make sure he was okay with what I was doing.

“Don’t focus on perfect steps,” I called over the noise, “Just try and feel the beat.” I took a step to the side, pulling Bucky along with me clunkily. His eyes were locked on the floor watching our feet as I began to alternate steps to the beat. I placed a finger under his chin and brought his line of vision up to meet mine, “Stop thinking so much.” I picked up the rhythm again and began to sway my hips a little with each movement I made, trying to take my own advice. Bucky looked like he didn’t know what to do, this was so far from any type of dancing he’d ever taken part in. But the more he felt me loosen up, the more his body started to feel less rigid. Where I’d been guiding us, Bucky met me and took the reins and started to move us. The heat I felt from his hands through our mutual layers of fabric sent tingles up my sides. We’d unconsciously moved closer to each other, our chests brushing with each movement. I peeked up at Bucky through my eyelashes under the pretense of making sure he was still comfortable, but I lost myself once I got there. His normally bright blue eyes had darkened significantly as he looked down on me. It felt like a shot of adrenaline straight down my spine while simultaneously making my knees weaken. I dared to slide my hands down from their resting position on his shoulders to his thickened biceps, giving me something to hold onto. It set off a chain reaction of his hands still lightly holding onto my waist to tighten, putting my body fully in his control. He started to guide my hips in figure eights, his heated gaze flicking between the motions and my eyes. With a shockingly little amount of hesitation, I snaked my arms to wrap around his neck pulling us what a few days ago would have been defined as too close. Now as I drowned in his blackened, dilated orbs and felt each breath he took against me, it didn’t feel nearly close enough. I found myself craving as much of him as I could get. Something had taken over both of us and I didn’t want it to loosen its hold.

“Hey,” Sharon’s voice flooded my ear from behind, “I found our guy, let’s go.” As soon as I felt her leave to go fetch the others, Bucky and I ceased our movements. Our chests pressed into one another as we panted, his pouty lips parted with each breath he drew. I swallowed harshly as I struggled not to notice how tempting they looked, trying to focus on anything else. The shine of a light layer of sweat down his neck, the sharpness of the jawline I suspected I could cut myself on, the scent of his cologne enveloping me, the pressure of his thumbs pressed into my hipbones, the way his dilated pupils sent a wave of heat through me…Bucky was all I could see or feel and I didn’t want it to end.

“W-we should…We should go,” I stumbled over myself, still unable to look away.

“Yeah,” he answered, breaking our stare only for a second to look down at my lips. I had to force myself to unwrap my arms from his neck, he immediately followed and let go of my waist. I wanted to grab his long, slender fingers and slide them back in place, but stopped the urge in its tracks. Now was the time to get to work, no matter how inconvenient of a time it had come at.

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In the early hours of the morning, after Sharon had gotten everyone out of her gallery, we departed for the shipping yard Nagal was supposedly at. Awkward wasn’t a strong enough word to describe how Bucky and I were acting around each other. We’d barely said two words to one another, averting our eyes anytime they met. Something had happened out on that dance floor and we were both determined to ignore it.

“Madripoor could give New York a run for its money,” Sam commented as we walked between shipping containers.

“They know how to party,” Zemo responded, he’d spent plenty of his evening out on the dance floor demonstrating his off-beat moves.

“With that bounty on your head, the longer you’re in Madripoor, the less likely you’re ever leaving,” Sharon said as she guided us, using the coordinates she had on her phone. I followed her, relieved to have a little extra feminine energy around. “All right,” she stopped in front of a unit, “He’s in there. Container four-two-six-one. I’ll keep an eye out while you guys talk to Nagal but hurry, we’re on borrowed time.” We each took an earpiece she offered.

“I’m coming with you,” I said, immediately turning on my heel to block my brother’s argument, “I’m of better use out here if there are any problems. Let me do my job, Sam.”

He took a deep breath and blinked, silently conceding to me. “Just stay safe,” he urged.

Inevitably, I met Bucky’s eyes that were already trained on me. He didn’t need to voice any of his concerns, they were all etched on his face. “I’ll be fine,” I said, trying to reassure both men that I could handle myself. I broke from the group to head off with Sharon, falling in step with her.

“Hey, Sharon, you sure this is the right one? It’s completely empty,” Sam’s voice came through our comms. “Positive, it has to be,” she answered as we hurried through the yard, “How good are you and those hands in combat?” “Energy blasts, force fields, levitation,” we turned a corner and ducked behind a container, “Tell me what you need.” She threw a hand out to stop me from going any further, pressing a finger to her lips after. She peeked out from behind the unit and quickly hid again, “Guys, we’ve got company.” “What do we do?” I whispered.

Sharon raised the hood of one of her jackets and looked around us, spotting and grabbing a small metal pipe. “We buy them some time.” I nodded firmly, creating a ball of energy with my hands and waiting for her signal. When she darted out, I followed and we stealthily snuck up on the three bounty hunters nearby. Sharon began brutally attacking them with the pipe while I focused on throwing a blast at one of them, he fell to the ground unconscious. The two that Sharon had been taking on kept getting up after her beatings, I levitated one of them and threw him against a container.

“Every bounty hunter in the city is here, we gotta go!” she said into the comms, turning to me after, “Watch yourself, these people fight dirty.” As soon as the words had left her lips, another hunter appeared. He came towards us with large knife, trying to tackle Sharon and forgoing me. I used my energy to shove him backwards, giving Sharon time to form a plan of attack. She ran towards him as he rose and twisted his arm, body slamming him to the ground and wrenching the knife out of his hand. She didn’t waste time in stabbing him in the back, quickly throwing the bloodied knife at another approaching hunter who was now trying to pull the weapon out of his forearm. Sharon kicked him into a container just as burly arms wrapped around me, pinning my arms at my sides. I kicked and flailed as he lifted me off the ground before moving to slam me facedown, I created a force field just in time and the two of us bounced off it and landed on his back. The second his grip loosened, I levitated out of it and landed on top of one of the shipping units. With an outstretched palm, I raised the wriggling man to my level and threw him across the ship yard. Below me, Sharon had a struggling hunter trapped between her legs and was choking him. I watched the man wheeze as he desperately tried to get her off of him and regain air. When his flailing began to cease, I was unable to watch the life drain from him and turned away.

A bullet flew past my head and I dropped to my belly, spotting a bounty hunter below firing a machine gun aimed where I’d been standing. When Sharon jumped out and kicked him in the back, his attention turned to her and he slammed her back against a shipping container. She pulled the barrel of his gun up and he fired a round in the sky as she held him off. She grabbed a knife stuck out of the waist of his pants and stabbed him, using his body as a shield as another hunter fired at her. I created a force field around her, allowing her to get safely behind a container to plan her next move. Pulling out the knife again, she nodded at me and dropped the corpse as I dropped my energy. She stabbed the guy lurking around the corner of the container before firing a fatal shot. I watched one last hunter come around to where she had just been standing, waiting for her to come around. I raised him in the air and flicked my fingers towards him, the gun dropping from his hands before I slammed him into another unit. After sweeping the area to make sure nobody was left, I floated down to where Sharon stood trying to catch her breath.

“We gotta go,” she panted as we ran back in the direction of the shipping container that held Nagal.

We weaved through the unit quickly, landing in the doctor’s hidden lab. “Guys, we’re seriously outta time here,” Sharon announced.

The sudden sound of a gunshot made us all jump, Sam and Sharon running to apprehend Zemo who had just fatally wounded Nagal. “What did you do?” Sharon trembled.

Bucky reached out to grab my arm and pulled me behind him, shielding me from any further attack. Just as my hand had nervously sought out his forearm, a sudden explosion threw us backwards. We harshly hit the floor, a symphony of groans escaping us all. Bucky and I had gotten separated as we’d flown and I blindly reached around for him, for Sam, anybody. “Anybody see Zemo?” Sam’s voice came through my ear.

I rose to my knees and started pushing myself up, my body screaming at me to stop. Bucky raised me up the rest of the way before pulling Sam and Sharon to their feet as well. We’d barely gotten our footing when a second explosion hit, this time from the chemicals in the lab rather than an attack. Luckily, we had gotten out before we’d been injured further. I stood behind Sharon, my head on a swivel trying to find the culprits of the ambush. “All right!” Bucky yelled, “Wait for my signal!” He hadn’t even finished speaking when Sam started shooting towards a pack of bounty hunters and taking off on his own. “Damn it!” Bucky came out from around the corner of the smoking unit and started firing at the men while Sharon and I ran around to the back where Sam was. “Can you create a force field?” Sharon shouted at me over the gunfire. “If I do, whatever bullets we fire will stay in it with us,” I shouted back at her, ducking below the barricade we now had for ourselves and next to Sam. The three of us crouched down and I began shooting out balls of energy towards each incoming bullet, deflecting each one away from us.

“And you like living here?” Sam yelled at Sharon.

“It’s not terrible!” she replied, popping up and down behind the fallen piece of metal giving us protection.

Bucky came down from his position to join us, “I thought we were gonna go left!” “You went the wrong way!” Sam stopped firing to berate him. “I was clearing the way!” Bucky argued. “Really? Right now?” I yelled.

“I came out first, you were supposed to follow me!” “And where are we now?!” “Guys, not the time!” Sharon attempted to quell their petty argument, dropping behind the barricade when her gun was out of bullets. I tuned the fighting out as I worked on redirecting the bullets. The blue energy streamed from my hands, my reflexes quick and my mind never more focused. One hunter loaded his machine gun and aimed it at me, as soon as the ammo started flying I used my energy to shove them back his way before levitating him and slamming him into a shipping unit. It was only for the split second he was suspended in the air after the hit that I caught the sight of the bullets lodged in his chest and his head cracked open from the power of my hit. He limply fell to the ground, his eyes still open yet cold and hollow.

I had killed a man.

The shock took over my body and I quickly absorbed the energy back into my body immediately. I stood there unprotected as I stared at his corpse, ripe with life a moment ago and now devoid of anything. If it hadn’t been for Sam shoving me down behind our barricade, I would have stupidly continued to leave myself exposed in horror of what I’d just done.

Another explosion kept us down, we hesitantly peeked over the shards of metal to see a fight breaking out. While the mask was new, I knew the coat belonged to Zemo, who was now taking out bounty hunters left and right. Through the flames I could see him shove, flip, shoot and punch. He looked back at us as if to signal that he’d cleared the way to escape. The four of us took the chance and made our way out of the wreckage, sprinting through the maze of shipping containers.

“Buck!” Sam yelled, opening the nearest unit’s door and using it as a shield while Sharon and I leapt in, avoiding the gunfire. He pulled Bucky in shortly after and closed the door, the attacker having been dealt with.

The container was dark, the only light seeping in from a few cracks in the corners. When a hand grabbed my arm, I shrieked in terror and readied my energy “Hey, hey, it’s just me,” Sam hurriedly announced his presence, “Are you okay?” Was I okay? I had just ended someone’s life, I was the furthest thing from okay. But to reassure him that physically I was fine, I hummed my answer, there were too many words swirling in my brain to say anything more.

We waited a few more minutes until there was no noise and nobody had come for us. Bucky used his super strength to punch the metal doors open, the sound of screeching tires greeting us as a vintage model drove up in front of us.

“Supercharged,” Zemo smiled from the driver’s seat.

“You’re going back to jail,” Sam said.

Zemo sighed, exhausted with Sam’s fixation on placing him back where he belonged, “Do you want to find Karli or not?”

“He’s right, we need him,” Bucky opened the passenger’s side door and climbed into the vehicle, “And there’s two of us and at least twenty of them. Come on.” “Wait, when did it become twenty?” I asked, not yet approaching the car.

“We’ll fill you in on the way,” Bucky answered. “Fine,” Sam begrudgingly agreed, “But if you try that shit again-“ “I wouldn’t dream of it,” Zemo said, somewhat unconvincingly but beggars couldn’t be choosers when it came to help and we were beggars. “Well, that was one hell of a reunion,” Sharon shut the door to Sam’s side.

“Come back to the States with us,” Sam offered.

“I told you, I can’t,” Sharon declined, the sadness I sensed in her making a flash of an appearance, “Just get me that pardon you promised me and,” she turned to smile at me, “Keep her alive, I like her.” I put a hand on her shoulder, still a little breathless from the fight. “You do the same.”

With that, Sharon walked off into the ship yard while Sam said a quick thanks. I walked around to the other side of the car, ignoring Sam and Bucky’s back and forth as I climbed in and sunk into the seat. Even though we were safe from immediate danger, my heart was still racing and I could feel its beat pounding in my ears. I shut my eyes and held my head in my hand as we drove off, the image of the bullet stricken bounty hunter laying motionless on the ground at the forefront of my mind.

——

On the plane, everybody had retired to their separate corners and tasks. Zemo was fixing food in the kitchenette, Sam was on the phone with Torres, Bucky was cleaning his vibranium hand and I was curled up in one of the chairs with unshed tears flooding my eyes. I had never ever wanted to hurt anybody with my powers and in the heat of battle, I had used them to murder someone. I had taken a life and there was no coming back from that. Some innocent part of me that had remained through the trauma I’d seen in my life had been stripped away and I wasn’t going to have it returned. The moment played and played and played in my head, I didn’t think I would ever forget the sight…

I had been blocking out Sam and Bucky’s conversation until I heard the shield come up, or as they were referring to it, the hunk of metal.

“Maybe I made a mistake,” Sam said. “You did,” Bucky immediately agreed.

“Yeah, maybe I shouldn’t have put it in a museum. Maybe I should’ve destroyed it.”

Bucky paused before answering, “Look, that shield represents a lotta things to a lotta people, including me. The world is upside down, and we need a new Cap, and it ain’t gonna be Walker. So before you destroy it, I’m gonna take it from him myself.” The tears I was trying so hard to withhold unavoidably fell to my cheeks, I was overwhelmed. Anxiety began to fill my body as the day’s events flashed across the inside of my eyelids. It was too much. Too much.

“Y/n,” Sam’s voice across the aisle punctured the bubble of my mind, “You okay?”

“I don’t care,” I whispered, my palm digging into my forehead. “What?”

“I don’t care,” I exclaimed, leaping out of my seat and turning to face Bucky and Sam, “About the shield, about Walker, about whatever happened on that phone call, about anything. I killed someone today, I actually ended somebody’s life and now we’re just sitting around like nothing happened. I don’t understand how you guys can be so relaxed about any of this when a few hours ago, we were landing bullets in people’s chests!”

Sam and Bucky, to their credit, were silent as I blew up on them. When I’d finished with more tears down my face than I’d started with and a strained voice, I hurriedly made my way down the aisle and to the bathroom, locking myself in and the world out. My back slid against the nearest wall and my body sank to the floor, I finally allowed myself to sob my sorrow out.

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Sam and Bucky sat in stunned silence after Y/n had left, only daring to consider speaking when they heard her muffled cries from the jet’s bathroom. Sam’s phone rang, it was Torres calling with information about Donya Madani most likely. He looked over to Bucky, “Someone’s gotta talk to her,” he stated, care and concern laced in his tone, “You and I both know what it feels like to make that first kill.”

Bucky sighed loudly, he knew exactly what Y/n was feeling and wanted to help her, but he wasn’t sure how he could do that. He could barely make it through a therapy session without feeling like he wanted to jump out the window, especially when Raynor started bringing up his dark past. But on the other side of the door was a woman he cared about for reasons he didn’t fully understand and she was hurting, and that was enough motivation for him to get up from his seat and rise to the occasion.

He raised his fist to knock, hovering over the door for a second before he made contact with it. “Hey,” he said, his voice raised so she could hear him, “You wanna let me in?” The silence that followed let him know that wasn’t going to happen.

With his concern growing, he grasped the metal door knob with his metal hand and twisted it till the lock broke and the knob detached. Zemo could take it up with him later, all Bucky could focus on in that moment was Y/n and the river of tears flowing steadily down her face stemming from her puffy, bloodshot eyes.

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I took my hands off my eyes when I heard the creaking of metal, looking up to see Bucky holding the now broken doorknob in his hand and watching him discard it on the floor. He entered the room slowly, approaching me with just as much caution and shutting the door as much as he could. The bathroom was small but he still managed to find enough room to slide down next to me, our bodies packed tightly against one another.

We rested in the heavy silence for a moment before Bucky spoke up. “I get it.” When I didn’t respond, he continued. “But he was gonna kill you and if it were my choice, I’d have saved you too.” “Yeah, I know, it was self defense but, Bucky,” I paused to look at him through my tears that were holding firm, “I still killed someone. Bad guy, good guy, it doesn’t matter. He was somebody’s son o-or husband.” “He was a low life, Y/n, and you probably saved a lot more people than you think,” Bucky said, beginning to fiddle with his thumbs like I’d watched him do frequently. “Stop trying to make me feel better about this,” I muttered, sniffling and wiping the wetter side of my face, “You were trained for this kind of thing, you volunteered for the war and knew you’d have to make these kinda calls. I promised myself a long time ago that if I ever revealed my powers, I would only use them for good. Because that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. But after today…” I trailed off and looked down at my lap, resting my forehead against my knees, “I don’t know how to look myself in the mirror.”

The only sound filling the room was the sounds of my trembling breaths and Bucky’s steady ones. I knew he was only trying to help, but I wasn’t sure if there was anything he could say to make me feel better. “You helped save our asses today,” Bucky eventually said, his rough voice low in his chest, “If you don’t want to think about having saved your own life, think about protecting me and Sharon and Sam. Today could’ve gone south real quick and part of the reason it didn’t is because of you. This kind of stuff…it’s not easy. But it gets a little easier knowing that you’re doing the hard stuff to save good people.” I leaned back as he spoke and rested my head against the wall, watching his lips move and try to ease my conscious. It didn’t help, but it didn’t not help. When joining Sam, I hadn’t thought about the possibility that I would have to make split second calls like the ones I made today. My naivety was my own fault. I knew that the person I’d killed today would have slaughtered any one of us without a second thought and Bucky was right, I probably saved one of us from dying by deflecting the bullets. The deed would weigh heavily on my mind for a long time, but maybe listening to Bucky was the first step in making peace with it.

I wiped underneath my eyes until they were as dry as they could get, “Thanks, for trying at least.” Bucky sadly smiled, watching me collect myself with a deep breath and a sniffle. “Are you okay?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t crossing any lines but needing an answer, “After the whole scene in the bar?” His demeanor changed quickly, his softened features hardening and his body going stiff once again. He cleared his throat awkwardly and mumbled an ‘I’m fine’ before rising to his feet. I stood up fast enough for the blood to rush to my head but couldn’t find it in me to care. “Bucky,” I said, reaching out to wrap a hand around his vibranium wrist, “Stop.” He listened and robotically turned to face me without actually looking at me. I knew that I could never come close to understanding how traumatic acting as his past alter ego could have been, but I was determined not to let him stew in his feelings longer than necessary. Words may not have been enough in the moment, but any other option was just as risky. Maybe a little risk was what the situation called for.

I let go of his wrist, my hands awkwardly held in the space between our chests before I surged forward to capture him in a hug. His body only tensed further as I pressed myself against him, his hands at his sides unknowing of what to do. No matter how bad I sensed it was going, I continued nonetheless. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, my face close enough to his ear for it to create goosebumps on his neck.

Internally I told myself to let go, I was probably making him feel wildly uncomfortable. The second I loosened my grip, his flesh arm shot out and wrapped around my waist. With a small smile, I sunk back into the embrace and let myself be enveloped by Bucky once again. His scent invaded me, a mixture of the sweat of battle and whatever cologne had remained on his body from earlier. The attractive scruff he wore brushed the side of my face, sending electric sensations through me. The arm that firmly held him to me made me feel protected, it was the first time on our journey that I’d felt well and truly safe. Bucky shifted so that his cheek was now against the back of my head, pressed into my hair. The act struck a different type of feeling in me than when we’d danced, it didn’t hold the intensity and heat. This was warm and pure, like light itself. Surrounded by him and feeling his warmth radiating through me, I was convinced that I was experiencing a glimpse of heaven.

I couldn’t tell who broke apart first but Bucky’s arm wasn’t yet ready to leave my waist. My hands lost their place around his neck and were forced to slide down to his firm chest. I looked down at their placement, trying not to think too much about what lay underneath.

“You’re not nearly as bad as you think you are,” Bucky said quietly, sparing me a small smirk.

“Neither are you,” I smiled, soaking in the rare softness that we’d been given and wondering why my pulse quickened the second our eyes met.

A sudden knock on the door startled both of us. “Hey, Torres got intel on Madani, you guys gotta hear it.” Sam’s voice carried through.

Bucky and I instantly separated at the sound of my brother’s voice, him awkwardly putting his hands on his hips and me shoving mine in the pockets of my jacket. Whatever feeling had been in the air dissolved at the remembrance that there were so many other important matters on the other side of the door demanding our attention. Bucky pushed the slightly ajar door open and moved aside to let me out first.

“What’d you get from Torres?” I asked, pausing outside the bathroom and leaning against the wall. I could feel the heat radiating off Bucky’s body as he stood behind me.

“Madani died yesterday,” Sam answered, reclined in his seat looking stressed, “In Riga, a city near the Baltic Sea. Zemo,” he gestured to the Baron, lounging in his seat, “He’s got a place for us to stay there.”

“Latvia,” I sighed, looking over my shoulder to glance at Bucky, “Here we come.”

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A few short hours later, the plane’s cabin lights were dimmed and each piece of the foursome was asleep in their seats, except for one.

Bucky sat awake, switching between staring at the ceiling and Y/n’s sleeping form. She had curled up in the chair across from him and went to sleep surprisingly fast. He envied her, his thoughts were going to keep him up all night.

Once he’d gotten both feet on the ground after the Blip, losing Steve and starting his new life on his own, Bucky had recognized that he didn’t want to be alone. He still had the same dream as he had in the ’40’s; to meet a nice girl, settle down and raise some kids. Now in modern times, everything was so much more complicated than it had been then. He’d tried online dating, failing miserably and finding the whole process unnatural. He had humored Yori and gone on a date with Leah, a waitress at their favorite sushi place, the conversation turning too dark for him to handle. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to meet the mythical One when every avenue left him confused or overwhelmed by the dirty deeds of his past.

Until she came along.

Y/n came into his life unapologetically and in the last minute he would have ever thought he’d meet someone. She had dazzled him from the start, despite his initial annoyance, and had kept him on his toes since their first meeting in the hanger. She held the same level of strength when she was telling him off in the therapy session as she had revealing her broken past. She was the only person in a long time that had been able to make him smile, genuinely smile. Not the kind his therapist told him to flash during his three step process for making amends. Bucky was jaded and cynical about the world around him, but she brought him something that looked a whole lot like happiness. But the biggest and loudest quality of hers was that she cared. She cared for everyone around her, even those that didn’t deserve it. He’d been nothing but snarky to her on their first day together and she’d still rushed to save him when she’d heard he was in trouble. She was making sure that he was alright every chance possible, not because she thought he would slip back into his old programming, but because she simply didn’t want him to suffer. All of it led up to the moment in the bathroom where she had pointed out that he had volunteered for WW2. To anyone else it wouldn’t have mattered why she chose that example, but it was everything to Bucky.

She had chosen to bring up his history as a soldier, not the soldier.

That was the moment where Bucky realized he was falling for her. It finally made sense to him why when he’d held her on the dance floor his skin felt like it was on fire, why he hadn’t wanted to let her go, why her safety had become one of his top priorities. Rather than have something to fight, he now had something to protect.

But Bucky couldn’t forget to fear in her eyes when he’d sought them out in the Madripoor bar. When he had his metal hand wrapped around the neck of the Winter Soldier’s latest “victim.” He didn’t blame her, she’d be insane not to be afraid of him. Yet she was still there for him, trying to help him through his trauma that she was knowledgable on. The thought both hurt and warmed his heart.

As he watched her sleep, light snores coming from her lips every once in a while and her feet tucked so tightly below her legs he didn’t see how she could be comfortable, he smiled. Even unconscious she could make him smile. Y/n was a new sensation he was still getting used to but damn it all, he loved it and wished they had met under different circumstances. He could have asked her to dinner, brought her flowers, strolled through the city with her…Bucky finally felt relaxed enough to shut his eyes, drifting away and dreaming of the woman who had wormed her way into his heart.

—— We touched down in Riga in the early morning and headed for Zemo’s hideout he had in the city. Even if we were here under unfortunate circumstances, I still tried to take in as much of the city as I could. When was the next time a girl from NOLA was going to have to opportunity to be in Latvia? The four of us strolled down the sidewalk, Zemo talking more to Sam about the remnants of Sokovia than Bucky and I. We hadn’t spoken much since our conversation in the bathroom but he had made an effort to ask me if I was okay after I’d woken up. I wasn’t sure what I was but I knew that when Bucky was around, I felt a little better.

“I’m gonna go for a walk,” he announced as we approached the stoop of Zemo’s place.

“You good?” Sam asked, only seconds before I could get the same words out.

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded, already backing away from the group, “I’ll see you guys in a bit.”

I watched him walk back down the sidewalk, fighting the overwhelming urge to follow him and wondering if there was something to it. He may have been a super soldier, but I could still protect him. If there was anything I’d learned about Bucky in the short time I’d known him was that he didn’t have any qualms about running headfirst into a fight. Bucky was also a terrible liar. Those facts were what made me worry the further I watched him head down the road.

When had this happened? When did this man I’d know only a few days become someone I cared so deeply about? Why were all my thoughts beginning to orbit around Bucky? Since the first time we’d actually sat and talked, when I’d opened up to him about my powers and my father, I’d felt something for him. Something that had only started to increase the more time we spent around each other. On the dance floor in Madripoor had been another significant incident, one that had been harder to recover from without acknowledging that there had been some sort of spark. The moment I realized I wanted as much of Bucky as I could get was in the bathroom the night before, when he’d held me in his arms until he was forced to let go. When he’d felt like an oasis in the middle of the nightmare we were in. For all his faults and demons, the man he was rang louder than anything else and had captured my heart in a matter of days.

Shit.

I had fallen for Bucky Barnes without even realizing it.

“Y/n,” Sam interrupted my thoughts, “You coming?”

His beckoning couldn’t have come at a worse moment, as I’d just broken through the barriers my mind had built. “Yeah,” I mumbled, forcing myself to turn away from keeping a watchful eye of Bucky’s departing figure. As it had been with any moment regarding the Super Soldier and I, the world always found a way to remind us there were more important matters at hand.

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uwuwriting · 4 years

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So I've seen this future kids prompt pop up everywhere and I love it. Maybe Shouto, Shinsou, Iida and Dabi with their future kids ????

Ooooh I’ve read them as well! They’re so wholesome. I’m happy to oblige dear anon. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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Todoroki Shouto

-He was on patrol with his father when someone bumped into him.

-When he looked down he saw a little girl with snow white hair, laying on the pavement.

-The little girl was crying, her hiccups echoing in his ears.

-His father had stopped a few paces in front of them, watching the scene unfold.

-Shouto knelt down, gently grabbing the girl by her elbows, steadying her as he looked at her.

-She looked...oddly familiar.

- “Are you okay?” he asked.

-At the sound of his voice the little girl snapped her head up, her dual-colored eyes meeting his own and she shot herself onto him, wrapping her little arms around his neck while continuing to whimper.

-Shouto was taken aback by the action, but what had him almost shaking was her eye colors.

-One grey and one e/c.

- “W-we n-need to f-f-find h-her!” she said between sobs. “S-she wasn’t w-w-with m-me when I-I-I woke up!!”

-Shouto wrapped his own arms around her small frame, trying to calm her down.

-Once she stopped sobbing, he untangled her from him.

- “Where are your parents, snowflake?” he couldn’t recognize his own voice due to the softness.

- “W-what do you mean, daddy??” long awkward pause. “And w-why are do you look so y-young?”

-This boy malfunctioned at the word ‘daddy’.

-What does she mean daddy? He’s a virgin for crying out loud!

-And above that he couldn’t bring himself to talk to his crush, aka you, without messing something up!

-How could he have a kid!?

-The little girl was looking at him with wide eyes, his eyes, like she was waiting for him to remember her.

- “What in the world are you talking about, girl?”

-Oh he had forgotten about his father being here.

-Without a word, Shouto scooped her up in his arms and told his father that he was going to take her somewhere safe.

-He was going to take her to you.

-An awkward silence enveloped them as the girl clutched his hero costume in her little fists.

- “So what’s your name?”

- “Ren...”

- “That’s a nice name.... And how old are you Ren?”

-”I’m four.”

-And so Shouto asked her question after question.

-Apparently, a kid at her school got his quirk and it went haywire, sending both her and her twin sister Rei here.

-Ren explained to him that she woke up without her twin which send her into a panic because they had never been apart before.

-Shouto asked who her parents were and if she had any siblings.

-He already had an idea about who her parents were, but he needed to be sure.

-Ren told him that you were her mother and that they had recently welcomed another mini Todoroki to the family, a little girl named Ru.

-Shouto was ecstatic but of course he didn’t show it.

-Once at the school, he went on a mad hunt searching for you.

-He may not have an explanation and he may not have told you about his feeling but you need to see her.

-See the future.

-He was getting desperate until he heard your laughter coming from somewhere behind him.

-Just as he turned his head, he was tackled to the floor by a ball of vibrant red hair.

-The girl in his arms started to giggle and both of the little humans on top of him were bouncing up and down from excitement.

- “Todoroki there you are!! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

-You crouched down next to him, pulling the two little girls off of him and placing the on the floor beside you.

-You gave him an apologetic smile before turning back to the girls.

- “I’m assuming that you are Ren?”

-The little girls both nodded in response, too busy hugging each other to really care.

-The rest of the day was spent with the four of you watching Disney movies and having some quality family time.

-When they disappeared at midnight, you both were exhausted beyond belief.

- “Why did we name the red head Rei?”

-You laughed at his question, admitting that you had the same question when you first saw the little girl.

-Rei thankfully had explained that once they got their quirks, their hair colors changed/switched, so now the white haired one was Ren while she was Rei.

- “So I’m guessing that this is a good time to ask you on a date.”

Shinsou Hitoshi

-When Shinsou saw the five year old girl sitting on his bed when he returned to his dorm after training, he knew something was up.

-The little girl had her head bowed as she sat on his bed, her lilac locks framing her little face but he could see the tears rolling down her cheeks.

-She wouldn’t look at him and he could tell she was terrified by the slight tremble of her shoulders.

-Moving to stand in front of her, Hitoshi knelt down and moved some stray locks from her eyes, revealing the purple orbs.

-Okay now he definitely knew that something wonky was going on here.

-She was a perfect mix of you and him and it made his heart flatter.

-He was positive that you were the love of his life and having it confirmed had him WILDIN.

-He couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that he married you and you had a kid!

-Best day of his life so far!

-A sniffle coming from the little girl in front of him snapped him out of his daze.

-Stretching his arms out towards her, he motioned for her to come closer and she leaped at him.

-Her small fists balled up his shirt as she buried her little head in his chest, her cries becoming full on sobs at this point.

-Without a second thought he scooped her up and walked back and forth in his room, holding her close to his chest and stroking her hair.

- “I-I don’t know what h-h-happened d-daddy! I was just p-petting the k-k-kitty when this m-m-man came up to m-me!”

-He shushed her, telling her that everything was going to be alright and that no one would hurt her as long as he’s here.

-After calming her down (which was pretty quickly), he took her to the kitchen for a quick snack.

-He watched as the little chipmunk, his little chipmunk, chomped down on the sandwich he had made her, a comfortable silence enveloping them.

- “What’s your name kitty?”

-On their way to the kitchen he had explained to her what he believed happened and how important it was that she didn’t call you mom.

- “Kei. Kei Shinsou.” she beamed at him.

-Kei and him talked about the future, Hitoshi wanting to know everything he could about her family life.

-As it turns out Kei was five and a half ,and not five as she clarified quite angrily when he called her a five your old and she was expecting a baby brother soon.

-Hitoshi was shookth!!

-TWO KIDS? WITH YOU?

-Was he dead?

-At that moment you walked into the kitchen, you earbuds in your ears while the YouTube video you were watching was being blasted through them.

-You hadn’t noticed them until you bumped into Kei’s chair.

-Your reaction to the whole scene was a “I’m too high for this” as you proceeded to pour yourself a glass of water and walk back out the kitchen.

- “Oooh mommy was doing magic grass!!! That’s bad...”

-Shinsou made a note to stop smoking weed from now on.

-They both returned to his dorm room and magically fell asleep.

-Having her small frame snuggle up to him, did wonders to his insomnia and he was out like a light.

-The next morning he was faced with an empty bed and a very confused you.

-He had to explain everything now...

-Oh boy.

Iida Tenya

-Iida had the biggest crush on you that was visible to everyone BUT you.

-You were absolutely oblivious but he like the pinning so he didn’t really mind.

-What he did mind however was the little girl clinging to him at the moment going on and on about how someone used their quirk on her and she woke up in the alley.

-Tenya was losing his shit over the whole ordeal and most importantly over the fact that the little girl was a carbon cope of you, with his hair and eye color.

- “Where are your parents?”

- “How did you get into UA?”

- “Why are you calling me daddy?”

-The moment she saw him starting to panic and go into an air chopping frenzy, she climbed on a nearby ledge and grabbed his cheeks, squishing them in between her own small chubby hands.

- “Stop hitting the air! You’ll hurt it!”

-That... wasn’t what he expected but okay.

-After a small interrogation, he found out that her name was Asami and that you were her mother.

-Plus she might have mentioned a baby brother but because of her rapid talking Tenya didn’t get a chance to ask her about him.

-After she stopped rambling, he decided to take her to Recovery Girl.

-The only reasonable thinker of the four boys tbh.

-On their way to her office they ran into you.

-And when I say ran I mean Asami ramming into you with a loud squeal.

- “Mommy mommy we found you!!!”

-Tenya was positive that you passed out.

-You mumbled something before standing up, taking the little girl into your arms.

-Tenya made to explain but you caught him off.

- “After she’s been ... dealt with?”

-For the rest of the way you and Asami conversed about every little thing while Tenya was burning this image in his brain.

-You looked so happy holding her and the little girl in your arms had the largest smile on her face that was identical to yours.

-He always wanted a family and he had pictured starting one with you.

-That is if he ever found the courage to ask you out.

-Once at Recovery Girl you let little Asami skip into her office for her check up and you two fell into an awkward silence.

- “So...... we made.... her..”

-You chuckled at his words, not believing them yourself.

- “Yeah, she’s really pretty.”

- “I’d say she gets that from her mother.”

-You both agreed to go on a date after Asami left.

-When she finally did you felt kinda hollow.

-Guess you’ll have to get to work to bring her back then wink wonk.

Dabi

-He had no idea why this kid was following him but it was starting to get on his nerves.

-It was like he was a mother goose.

-He took a sharp turn into an alleyway and waited for the kid to turn as well.

-Once he saw the mess of unruly red hair with some scattered h/c strands, he kinda froze.

-Snapping out of his initial shock he tapped the kids shoulder.

-Turquoise eyes looked back at him and he lost it.

- Enter internal screaming affect here.

- “Why are you following me kid?”

-The little boy froze at his words and bowed his head, not meeting Dabi’s gaze.

- “I-I woke up here a-and saw you s-so I followed you.” sniffle “I-I assumed y-you would lead m-me to m-m-mom....”

-Dabi continued to analyse the kid trying to find more similarities between himself and this kid and he came to the conclusion....

-That he had come face to face with a mini version of himself.

-He heard more sniffles coming from the boy, who was trying to hold back his tears and pull of a brave face.

-He was failing but kudos to him for trying.

-Kneeling down with a sigh Dabi looked at him dead in the eyes, his eyes.

- “What’s you name kid?”

- “Kyro a-and don’t call me kid.”

- “Why so...kid?”

- “Because I am not a kid!!”

-As Kyro balled his fists, Dabi noticed a small blue flame emitting from one of his fists and he lost it...again.

-But this cocky bastard is stubborn.

- “Since you’re not a kid you can find your own way home then.”

-He stood up and went to leave when he felt a tug at his coat.

- “No dad don’t leave, I-I don’t know w-what to do.”

-Dabi.exe has stopped working.

-There was a long ass pause before Dabi grabbed Kyro’s small hand and led him out the alley.

- “I’m taking you to someone who might help then...then you are going to tell me who your mom is so I can drop you off.”

-And you can guess who he asked for help.

-Shirakumo Kurogiri the dad villain.

-Once at the hideout, Kyro explained everything to Kurogiri and that he didn’t know how to get back.

-To be honest both father and son were slightly panicking with the whole situation but their damn pride wouldn’t let them express their concerns.

-And then you walked into the bar.

-Two really loud voices called out to you, one frantic Y/n and one panicked Mommy.

-You had your hands full after that.

-As much as Dabi likes to pretend that he doesn’t give a shit about anything, he really loved you and the fact that in the future you two had a son together got him going all dad mode on both you and Kyro.

-For the remainder of the day you were stuck babysitting an adult Dabi and a four year old version of Dabi.

-Both father and son knew that you had reached your limit when you called Dabi Touya so they backed off a little bit.

-Everything came to a halt the moment your heads touched the pillows.

-Kyro and you were out like a light while Dabi managed to stay awake for about five minutes drinking in the image of you holding the little boy tightly close to your chest and interlacing your fingers with his.

-He could get used to this.

-Kyro didn't seem to hate him so he must be doing a good job.

-As sleep was clouding his mind he wandered when you two actually have him.

-Is it in five years?

-In two?

-Now?

-Guess he’ll have to wait and see.

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your-nerd-is-showing · 3 years

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To Tame A Wild Heart

Combined fanfic with @mguqiis WC 5.3K 13 pages long! This will be a complete fanfic I have 3 different ones I will be posting here.

Satoru Gojo the college campus hottie, his reputation of him getting around proceeds him. Every girl wants a piece of him and many have gotten a piece already. Then one day you transfer into one of his classes and he sets his eyes on you. He wants you but you’re unobtainable, that drives him crazy making him want you even more. No one ever, ever says no to Satoru Gojo. Every single one of your friends warned you about him but you didn’t listen…. You thought you were special to him and could tame him…. Maybe you can….

Chapter one: Welcome to Freshman Year

It was the third week of school and you were able to finally transfer into Advanced Placement Writing for your major. You made your way into the classroom and went all the way to the top away from everyone. To your classmates and friends you were (F/N) (L/N) but to the internet, you were known as Yoru-Chan famous smut writer of the series When a God Falls. You pulled out your laptop to work on your latest book, instantly getting sucked into your writing the world around you disappeared.

~Takara looked deeply into Fudo's endless ocean blue eyes as he pounded into her. “F-Fudo I m-missed you soooooo muchhhhh!” She moaned out as she slammed down on his cock hard.

“I missed you too my love.” He leaned up to kiss Takara deeply, she wildly attacked his lips as she entangled her fingers in his soft white hair.~

You faintly heard the bell ring, suddenly someone was tapping you on your shoulder bringing you back to reality. You looked up at a young man with white hair and the most beautiful blue eyes you had ever seen…. “No fucking way…. Fudo?” You mumbled to yourself as you got lost looking at him.

The young man just smiled at you. “Hello my name is Satoru Gojo.”

“Oh-oh hello my name is (F/N) (L/N). It’s nice to meet you Gojo.” You replied shyly.

“Please call me Satoru.” He smiled at you again. “So whatchya working on?”

“Oh! Its n-nothing just a story of mine.” You said dismissing the subject.

“I would love to hear about your story.” Gojo said as he leaned in closer to you.

“M-maybe another time….” You said shyly as your cheeks turned red.

“Okay class listen up!” Started the professor. “Today we are picking partners for your projects! By the end of the year I want an entire book written minimum of fifteen chapters!”

The class groaned in annoyance.

You were sitting on the edge of your seat very excited for this.

“Come on guys don’t give me that! This is going to be a fun assignment! Anything goes in your book!”

Your eyes widened in wonder. “A-anything?” You said to yourself.

Gojo looked at you. “Pssssst (Y/N).”

You glanced at him. “What is it Satoru?”

“Will you be my partner?” He flashed you a sexy smile.

You turned bright red. “Uh-uhhhh wh-why do you want to be m-my p-pa-partner?” You stammered.

Gojo took your hands in his. “Because I see how excited you are for this project and I want to be partnered with someone who has a passion like I do for writing.”

You took your coat, hat and glasses off revealing your beautiful body and captivating (E/C) eyes. You had a cute punk look going for you wearing a black skin tight shirt with holes cut in all the right places, cut up jeans with fishnets peeking out of the holes and combat boots.

“Damn little hottie has a body. Now that is something I would like a go at.” Gojo thought to himself as he looked you over his ocean orbs stopping on your big breasts.

“So what do you say?” He looked at you.

You tucked your long (H/C) hair behind your ears. “Uh-uhhh we-well.” Your eyes darted around and noticed a group of girls were coming your way. “What is he super popular or something? I mean he is absolutely gorgeous.” You thought to yourself. “Wait Satoru Gojo I have heard about him! He’s a Sophmore and I heard he gets around with the girls on campus…. What am I about to get myself into?...”

“Y-yes I will be your partner!” You said really loudly drawing attention to yourself.

Gojo smiled at you. “Wonderful!”

You and Gojo looked over at the group of girls, they looked like they wanted to kill you.

“AHEM!” The professor cleared his throat gaining the classes attention again. “As I was saying anything goes in your stories! You’re adults now I want to see you push your limits step out of your comfort zones! Write something gruesome! Write some smut I will allow it!”

Your eyes almost fell out of your head when the professor said that.

“Okay now go pair up and start discussing your books!”

Gojo turned to you. “I can see the wheels turning in your head (Y/N)-chan, what are you thinking about for our book?”

You tapped you chin. “Hmmmm.” You took out a notebook and a pen. “Well what kind of books do you like to read?”

“Oh! I love fantasy, folklore, sci-fi…. Hmmmmm oh!” Gojo motioned you to move closer to him. “My guilty pleasure is the web novel series When A God Falls by Yoru-Chan.”

Your eyes grew wide. “No way….” You mumbled.

Gojo's eyes lit up. “You know the series? Oh my God I am obsessed with Yoru-Chans writing it’s amazing! Plus Fudo reminds me a lot of myself.”

“That’s for sure you certainty have his charming personality and good looks.” You muttered to yourself.

“What was that?” Gojo asked.

“Oh nothing…. So I’m taking a wild guess you want smut in our story?” You said smugly.

He placed his hand on your leg. “I was hoping we could write from personal experience.” He looked at you his ocean blue orbs filled with lust.

You removed his hand from your thigh. “I don’t know what kind of girl you think I am but I don’t jump into some random guys bed that easily Satoru. Are you extremely attractive? Yes you are, but you’re going to have to try harder than that mister.” You stuck out your tongue revealing a piercing.

He raised his eyebrow. “So there is a chance?” He said smugly. “Then challenge accepted! I’m taking you out to dinner tonight!”

“W-wa-wait just a minute.” You said getting very flustered as you fiddled with your hands.

“What you don’t want to be taken out by the hottest guy in school?” He said smugly.

“I mean I do but this is moving all so quickly.”

He smiled at you again. “Baby girl I am Satoru Gojo I do not take things slow.” He placed his hand back on your thigh.

“Well I’m not the type to move fast, I have heard about you reputation Satoru you never get into a relationship with any girl and I am not looking for a random fling.” You said removing his hand yet again.

He grabbed your hand and leaned in close to you. “Like I said (Y/N) challenge accepted.” He winked at you. “Now do you have any other classes today?”

“No this is my last class.”

“Perfect! Do you have any plans this weekend?”

“N-no?” You stammered.

He smiled at you.

“What are you scheming Satoru?”

The bell rang for class to end, Gojo held out his hand for you to take, you did so.

“This weekend my dear you are mine.” He smirked at you. “Let’s go out for lunch then back to my apartment. Sound good to you?”

“O-okay that sounds good.” You packed up your bag, Gojo wrapped his arm around you making you freeze up. Your heart was trying to beat out of your chest.

Gojo took you out to a very nice sushi restaurant for lunch.

“Damnit why of all people Satoru is…. He is the spitting image of Fudo….. Literally the man of my dreams and he’s a player….” You thought to yourself letting out a frustrated sigh.

Gojo tightened his grip around your hand making you look up at him. “What are you thinking up in that beautiful mind of yours?”

You shook your head and laughed. “Boy you are so smooth, it’s laughable how hard you’re trying to get in my pants.” You patted his hand.

“When I set my eyes on someone I like I won’t give up until I make them mine.” He held your hand.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh so very charming. How many girls have you used that line on?” You said sarcastically. “Too bad I see right through you Satoru. Those sweet compliments and a sexy smile might work on every other girl… that just means they’re easy to get into bed. I am a much more complex woman who isn’t as easily swayed just by your good looks.”

He leaned in close to you. “So what do you want?”

“A-a love like Takara and Fudo.” You started.

“Ohhhhh so you do read the series!?” Gojo got all happy.

You blushed. “Y-yes I do read it.” You said shyly.

“Hm? There’s more to it isn’t there?”

A small huff left your lips, though the pink which scattered your delicate cheeks stayed. “There isn’t. You shouldn’t pry in others’ affairs.” You said defensively.

You let out a small sigh, thinking to yourself. “This is absolutely ridiculous. I’m ridiculous!” You had the urge to smack yourself at the nearest wall, but right now wasn’t the best time and place.

“There’s something off with how she suddenly reacted like that…” Gojo thought to himself.

“How about we just go to your apartment?”

“Aren’t you eager ‘Ms. I’m different from other girls!’?”

“Not particularly…” You turned your nose up.

“What?”

“I-It’s not what you think!” You said in a huff.

“What I think? Sweetcheeks, just what do you mean by that? How scandalous of you-“

“No! It’s not like that!” You backed up.

“I mean, why else would you go to a guy’s place?” Gojo moved closer to you.

“I said its not like that!”

“Keep it up and I’ll seriously continue to think you’re some closet pervert.”

“P-Please don’t!” You stammered as your face turned redder by the second.

“Her face is so red, can’t help but tease her.” Gojo thought to himself and chuckled.

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You stepped into his apartment looking around surprised. “It’s so clean.” You said in amazement.

“I'm kinda offended by that (Y/N),” He replied sounding kind of hurt. “you make it sound like all I do is get it with girls!” He walked over and took your jacket.

“Isn’t that exactly what you do..?” You scoffed mumbling to yourself.

“Huh? Said somethin’?”

“N-Nothing! Nothing at all!”

He turned around and walked closer to you.

You backed up into a wall slightly intimidated by Gojo's God- like features.

He put his arm on the wall and looked deep into your eyes. “Now that we’re alone… Wanna tell me just what about that book got your panties in a twist?”

“W-What do you mean?” You shuddered averting your eyes from his gaze.

“You know exactly what I mean. Why else would you smile when I mentioned it? Or the way you just dismissed it when I asked about it? You’re definitely hiding something, (Y/N).”

“N-No I’m not! I…” You started getting defensive again trying to hide your nervousness.

He tilted your head up to look at him. “Yes you are (Y/N).” He leaned in closer to you. “Look at the way you’re acting right now.”

“Shit… he just looks so much like him. It’s just to hard to resist…” You Thought to yourself.

“Cat got your tongue? Should I help you fix that?”

“Fudo I-!”

“...Did you just call me ‘Fudo’?”

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” You thought to yourself.

“Why on earth did you call me ‘Fudo’? Don’t tell me you’re in love with the main character!?” He smirked at you getting an idea.

“Don’t be so shy love.” He gently grabbed your butt picking you up as he leaned into your neck.

Your skin was getting hotter by the second as Gojo pressed his body against yours. “F-fuck why is he doing this!? This is exactly like the first time Takara and Fudo met!” You thought to yourself your breathing getting heavier as Gojo pressed his soft lips against your neck.

“F-Fudo wh-what are you doing?” You wined out.

Gojo stopped and looked at you with his ocean orbs. “What ever do you mean Takara?” He leaned in close to your lips.

“F-fuck why are you doing this?” You shook your head coming back to your senses. “No Satoru please stop. This isn’t what I want.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? You were really getting into it (Y/N).”

“Getting into what?” You asked looking confused.

“Roleplaying? I’ve never tried it before but roleplaying this book would be a lot of fun and seeing as you look a lot like Takara who is totally hot-“

“Roleplaying? You mean like acting out different characters?”

“Uh yea? What did you think I-“

“I mean I did model Takara after myself….” You mumbled a bit too loud and Gojo heard you.

“Woah wait just a minute! What do you mean you ‘modeled Takara after yourself'?”

“Huh?” You looked at him. “Oh shit…. Ummmm.”

“Okay (Y/N)! Spit it out!” Gojo yelled as he tickle attacked you.

You flailed about. “Noooooo Satoruuuu stoppppp!” You wiggled in his grip as he tickled your sides, you started to laugh. “Hehehe Satoruuuuu!” You continued to flail trying to free yourself, you managed to knock Gojo over landing on top of him.

Gojo locked you in a bear hug. “Ha I caught you! You’re not getting away until you tell me what in the hell you’re talking about.” He came dangerously close to your lips. “Now tell me my dear (Y/N).”

“Uhhhhh.” You studdered becoming a hot mess in Gojo's arms.

Gojo looked deep into your eyes giving you the puppy dog stare pleading with you. “Pleaseeee?” He kissed your cheek.

“Damn you Satoru.” You let out a frustrated sigh. “I….. Am Yoru-Chan.”

His eyes widened in amazement. “No fucking way seriously!? You’re Yoru-Chan!?” He let go of you giving you a dumbfounded look.

“What!? Why is that so hard to believe? Do you want me to show you some of the new book?” You asked taking out your lap top.

“I just never expected the writer of a famous internet smut novel be a cute little punk girl…. And a Freshman in college at that! The way you write about sex and describe it is like how someone with year’s of experience would write…. My closet pervert theory is standing with you!” He laughed teasing you more.

A frustrated sigh left your lips as your cheeks flushed a deep red. “H-hey now! I am not a closet pervert! For your information I am still a virgin!” You yelled as those words spilled out of your mouth you realized what you just blurted.

Gojo looked at you wide eyed. “You're a virgin and you write like that!? Oh my God….” He took you in his arms. “well then why don’t you write from personal experience?”

“Hey cool it Fudo!” You growled pushing Gojo off of you.

He smirked. “You really did model Takara after you, shy but defensive personality. This is going to be fun! Okay I want to take you out to dinner and a club after. I’ll walk you to your dorm so you can get clothes for the weekend.”

“Uhhhhh I don’t know if that’s a good idea my roommate Utahime is not a fan of you at all…. She might get really pissed off.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow. “It’ll be fine! I insist a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be walking around on your own.” He smiled at you and handed you your coat. “Plus you don’t know how to get back here from your dorm.”

“Okay you got me there.” You admitted as he helped you put your coat on.

Gojo opened the door and a girl was standing there. “Oh! Yuki what are you doing here?”

Yuki looked at you. “Uh Gojo we had a date today?”

“Oh.” Gojo laughed nervously. “Sorry Yuki I need to cancel I have an important project that’s most of my grade in AP Writing and (Y/N) is my partner.”

Yuki laughed. “So why not ditch the nerd and let her write it?” She gestured to you. “Then we can go out! You’ve never cared about school this much before or ever hung around a goth girl. Gojo what’s up with you?”

“Excuse me who are you calling a nerd and giving labels to?” You butted in. “How would you like it if I said you looked like an escort.” You said looking at Yuki who was wearing a skin tight leather dress with a plunging neckline.

“Well I would like to be escorting Gojo out on a date!” She said angrily not even getting what you just called her.

You looked at her dumbfounded. “Well I am sorry Yuki but he is working on a project with me and taking me out tonight. I'm sure you have plenty of other men you can go out with. Why not message one of them?”

“Why I ought to!”

Gojo locked the door behind him and walked away with you. “Oh! Yuki don’t bother messaging me ether, this young lady will be taking up most of my time now. Bye!” He wrapped his arm around you.

“That little whore just thinks she can come in and take my favorite man from me! Oh she has another thing coming!” Yuki stormed off in the other direction.

“I'll be taking up most of your time now? Really Satoru? I heard you never spend more than a week with the same girl.”

“Well maybe I’m trying something new.” He smiled at you. “Now which dorm is yours?”

You pointed to the left. “The freshman dorms are over there.” He took your hand in his walking with you to the dorms.

People were gawking at you as you walked hand in hand with Gojo.

“Tch look at the new arm ornament Gojo has this week.” A girl with blue hair scoffed. “Poor girl will learn soon enough that he is going to leave her just like he does to every other girl. Poor little naïve Freshman doesn’t know what’s coming! Haha!”

“Sa-Satoru I feel like I’m being put on display…. And I don’t like it at all. Everyone is staring at us!” You said becoming flustered.

“Shhhhh it’s okay (Y/N).” He wrapped his arm around you again and kissed the top of your head so everyone could see.

“I don’t know something seems different about him with that girl…. He would never wrap his arm around a girl or kiss their head like that.” Said one of the girls friends. “Pfft imagine someone like her catches the heart of Satoru Gojo its laughable!”

All of the girls laughed.

A beautiful tall blonde approached you and Gojo. “Hey Gojo what’s with the charity case?” She asked pointing at you.

“What the fuck!?” You growled. “Is there some sort of issue with who I am and how I dress!?”

“Calm down (Y/N) you’re beautiful just the way you are.” Gojo smiled at you completely ignoring the girl as he walked past her.

“B-but Satoru both girls who approached to talk to you made fun of how I dress….. Now I’m never one to be insecure about who I am however, the two girls looked like models compared to me…. I’m not the usual type of girl you go out with am I?”

“Hmmmmm now that you mention it no you’re not, but that doesn’t matter to me. Like I said (Y/N) when I girl catches my eye I don’t give up.”

“And what about a girl- Hey!” You yelled as someone pulled you away from Gojo. “Utahime what are you doing?”

“(Y/N) can I talk to you?” Utahime glared at Gojo as he followed. “Alone!” She stormed off with you.

“Wait at least let him in the building!” You pulled away from Utahime to let Gojo in. “I told you she didn’t like you.” You sighed. “I’m in room 345 on the third floor just meet me up there.” You said before Utahime pulled you away again.

“What was I doing here again?” You thought to yourself as you stared at your overnight bag trying to ignore Utahime.

“Seriously (Y/N)! You can’t just stay with Satoru Gojo! He’s bad news!” Shouted Utahime bringing you back to reality.

“How many times have you told me that..?” You rolled your eyes as you walked over to your closet to grab clothes. “Hmmmmm now what should I wear?” You asked yourself as you looked through your mostly black wardrobe. Your eyes fell on your beautiful purple corset dress. “That’s perfect for tonight! Hmmmmm now what else? Maybe I should start dressing more like Takara, Satoru would like that….”

“I’ll keep repeating myself if I have to, (Y/N)! Satoru Gojo is not to be trusted if you want your heart broken!” She said trying to convince you not to go. “Please be smart about this and take my advice! Don’t go!”

“We’re going to study.” You said as you packed up a couple of skirts and cute tops to go with them.

“Shut up, you’re sleeping over for the weekend!” She yelled as she took out your sexy night gown and thongs. “Look at yourself (Y/N) you were just saying that Gojo would like it if you dressed like the character of your book!? Wait does he know that you’re Yoru-Chan?”

“I’m going, Utahime. There’s nothing you can do about it.” You finished packing your bag.

“(Y/N)! I’m warning you! He is a player!”

“Yeah, yeah just text me if there’s an emergency, okay?” You patted her shoulder as you turned to leave.

“That’s if you’re not already on your knees for him!” She scoffed. “You better fucking answer.”

“H-Hey! That’s not funny!” You said getting flustered.

“Then don’t go!” Utahime pulled on your arm.

“But mooooom, it’s an assignment that’s most of my grade! I have to go!” You said sarcastically as you opened the door to leave.

“Did you just call me your ‘mom’?— hey! (Y/N)! Come back here!” Yelled Utahime as you snuck out. She followed you out into the hall and saw you walking away with Gojo, his arm wrapped around your waist. “Dumbass.”

—

“So, Yoru-chan.” Gojo started.

“P-Please don’t call me that in public Satoru….” You said shyly as your cheeks flushed pink.

“Hehe, can’t help it. Still need to process someone as beautiful as you wrote such interesting stories.” He pulled you into his arms.

“S-Satoru!” You squeaked as he gently groped your butt.

“Fiiiiiiine, I’ll stop!”

silence….

“Thank you for walking me to my dorm and back.” You smiled at him

“It’s the least I should do for my precious Takara.” Gojo said flashing you a sexy smirk.

“You said you’ll stop the teasing!” You said getting a bit defensive.

“Kinda lied.” He chuckled as he unlocked his door.

You rolled your eyes. “What have I done?” You mumbled.

“Hmmmm you caught the eye of hottest guy on campus, that’s what you’ve done!” He said happily.

“Yeah too bad this gorgeous man is total player!” You said getting upset. “You know just my luck the man of my dreams-“

“Wait I’m the man of your dreams?” He looked at you confused.

“Well Fudo was modeled after the man of my dreams and you’re the real life Fudo sooooooo….. Yeah you kinda are.”

“Well if I were to truly become the man of your dreams….” Gojo held you in his arms. “what would you want me to do? Other than the obvious cutting out every girl I have ever hooked up with.”

“Hmmmmm well lets go out tonight and I will tell you after! Wait are you seriously willing to change for me?” You looked at him astonished.

He sighed. “Well seeing as Takara is the woman of my dreams and I have found my real life Takara, yes I am!” He kissed your cheek.

“You do know it is going to take a lot of proving yourself for me to trust you Satoru.”

He kissed your nose. “Challenge still accepted beautiful! I’m not giving up on you (Y/N)!”

You sighed. “Well I guess I don’t have a choice now do I?” You laughed.

“Oh you’ve had plenty of chances to leave but you haven’t yet, so I think you want this just as much as I do (Y/N).” He leaned in close to your lips.

You started to get warm and very flustered.

“Am I wrong my dear?”

You gave him a kiss on his lips. “Is that enough of an answer for now? I’m still not sure myself….. But I do know I don’t want to leave….. I’m looking forward to this weekend.” You smiled at him.

He smiled back and he took out his phone as he sat on the couch. “And to start I’m deleting all my social media and making a new Facebook that you will have the password to!” Gojo said as he started to delete apps off his phone.

“Woah hold on Satoru are you sure? You’re making it sound like I’m your g-girlfriend…”

“Well don’t you want to be (Y/N)?” He asked as he pulled you into his lap. “Don’t you want to be the girl who tamed Satoru Gojo?”

“I-I mean yes I do…. But like I said you have to do a lot of convincing for me to say yes, you are off to a good start!” You replied as Gojo handed you his phone to set up his new Facebook. “Okay the password is TakaraFudo, annnnnnnd done! What photo do you want to use?”

“I was hoping I could take a photo with you?” He asked smiling at you.

“Um sure! Why don’t we take one all dressed up for our date tonight? I don’t look very photogenic right now.” You laughed.

“You are absolutely beautiful right now!” He replied as he wrapped his arms around you taking a cute photo of the two of you. “See?” He showed you the photo.

You looked at it. “Yes I know I am beautiful, but I want to look even better! Hey can you send me that photo please?”

“Sure what’s your number?”

“It's 080-5555-2567.” You glanced down to see Gojo put you in his phone as ‘My Beautiful Takara'. Your phone buzzed and you looked at the message with the photo ‘I’m putting this as my background on my phone <3 you are so beautiful!’ You smiled at the sweet message and put Gojo in your phone as ‘My Wonderful Fudo'.

“What am I doing….?” You thought to yourself.

“Would you care for a drink (Y/N)?” Gojo asked you.

“Do you have mango sake? That’s my favorite!”

“Uhhhhh, yes I think I do! I’ll be right back with that for us!” He got up and went to the kitchen.

“What am I getting myself into? God he really is so smooth I’ve barely known him a day and I’m already acting like a fangirl! Come on (Y/N) you’re better than this....” You sighed. “But he’s so handsome ugh, I need to get my head checked! Here I am saying I’m not like other girls but yet I agree to sleeping over his apartment for the weekend.”

“Ohhhh Takaraaaaaa! I mean (Y/NNNNN)! Sake is served!” Gojo said happily as he bounced in with the tray of sake.

You laughed. “Why thank you Satoru.” You cheered Gojo and took a shot of the sake. He poured you another shot.

“To us!” Gojo held out his cup.

“T-to us!” You cheered him again and downed the shot.

You and Gojo we’re going shot for shot, Gojo kept making up the dumbest things to toast to but he didn’t care he wanted to get you drunk so you would loosen up. About an hour passed by and you were feeling pretty good.

“F-Fudo.” You hiccuped. “I-I-I think I’m goooooood I’ve had tooooo mu-much to-to drink.” You said slurring your words.

“Hm? How drunk are you?” He asked leaning in close to you as Gojo wrapped you in his arms.

You let out a small nervous hiccup. “Drunkkkkk enough to doooooo this!” You wrapped your arms around Gojo's neck as you straddled him and kissed him passionately.

Gojo pulled you in closer deepening the kiss as he slipped his hand under your shirt.

You broke the kiss. “H-heyyy wh-what do you think you’re doing Fudo I-I mean Satoru?” You swatted his hand away “Behave! Just because I kissed you it doesn’t mean I’m giving in that easily….” You blushed. “I-I just really wanted to kiss you….”

He smiled at you. “Okay, okay I’ll behave…. For you.” He looked at you like he wanted another kiss.

You chuckled. “What do you wanna kiss me again-“

Gojo cut you off planting another kiss on your lips. He gently nibbled on your lower lip making you moan allowing entry. Instantly he invaded your mouth dancing with your tongue. He gently groped your butt making you moan again.

“Well she certainly is a horny drunk…. I wonder how far she will let me go?” Gojo thought to himself as he slipped is hand into your shirt again swiftly unhooking your bra, this time you didn’t stop him.

You broke the kiss. “Sa-Satoru you said you would behave!” You said giving him a disgruntled look.

“Heh, I lied.” He smirked at you. “Come on baby girl I can see how badly you want to give into your desires….. I see it in your eyes…. You’ve been fighting it all day....” He leaned into your neck gently kissing it. “You want me so badly right now.” He whispered teasing you.

“Sa-to-ru.” You wined out. “Yes I do want you!” You blurted out. “Fuck!” You held your hands over your mouth.

Gojo got all excited kissing you as he attempted to take off your shirt but you stopped him. “Wa-wait just a minute Satoru! I’m not done…. Yes I do want you, however I am not quite ready to give myself up that easily. So BEHAVE! Please?”

“But whyyyyyy?” He asked pleading with you.

“Have you forgotten I am a virgin? This is a big deal for me….. I always thought I would be giving it up to someone I was in love with, someone who I had been dating for a long time…. Never have I ever thought that I would be contemplating hooking up with a guy I just met…. God I really am easy!” You said getting frustrated.

“I don’t think your easy.” Gojo kissed your lips. “Not to sound bad…. Well this is gonna sound bad however I say it so I’m just gonna say it. The fastest I ever got with a girl was five minutes after I met her….”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah your right that sounded horrible…. Man-whore.” You said teasing him.

“H-hey now…. No you’re right…. Anyways what I am trying to say is most girls I meet give themselves up within a few hours of meeting me… I’ve been with you almost the entire day and you’ve stopped every advance I have made on you, which is fine I’m enjoying this immensely. I have noticed you’re letting me push your boundaries further every time I make a move on you.”

“Y-yes I am letting you push my boundaries I’m starting to become comfortable with you…. I’m starting to trust you.”

“I feel special.” He smiled and tenderly kissed your lips. “I” He kissed you again. “Can't” and another kiss. “stop” and another. “kissing” yet another kiss. “you.” He kissed your lips five more times. “I just want to spend the whole night kissing and holding you.”

You snuggled into Gojo and looked at your phone. “Uh Satoru it’s almost 8 o'clock. Don’t we have dinner and a club to go out to?”

“Oh shit we do! I lost track of time looking at your beautiful face. Let’s go get ready! I hope you brought a dress because we are going out to a fancy restaurant.”

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altagraye · 3 years

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Faith miniseries (part 1)

**T. W.!!: self harm, suicidal thoughts, self doubt, sad reader.

*this is my first xreader ever so i hope it aint sloppy. 💋

There were very few things that scared the Winchesters but tonight their fear was palpable. Most of the time they were passive and observant. Even Dean didn't want to open that can of worms. Ever since that hunt a few weeks ago, the one no one talked about on the 2 day drive home, something with you has been wrong. Like you got your wires crossed and you haven't been the same since. It has been gradual, like watching someone sinking in quicksand or dying of cancer.

You weren't stupid, you could tell that they have been distantly observing you as if you had a ticking time bomb strapped to your torso at all times. You noticed the change of mood in the kitchen when you'd finally gotten yourself out of bed to grab a cup of coffee. It's like your presence sucked the life out of a room, much like a Dementor from Harry Potter. You didn't know which hurt more, the deafening silence, the obvious coaxed smiles from Sam, or the steady stares from Dean when your back was turned. Sometimes when you were awake enough, you heard the brothers arguing about something, you'd tricked yourself to overhear certain words in their heated arguments, and convinced yourself they hadn't been arguing about you. But they clearly were.

Cas, the usual flat faced stoic of the Bunker had twinges of concern in his oceanic orbs. Were you that messed up? That a fuckin' angel was concerned about you? What the hell happened? It started with that hunt. That much you know, right? Maybe it started before that? When it did sink in, you started to spend much more time cooped up in your room. You liked the softness of your bed and the warmth of your bed-covers. Suddenly you didn't want to go...anywhere. You spent your days sleeping and struggling to keep your eyes open enough to hear what Sam had conjured up about a potential case. The nights, those were the worst though. In the night you couldn't get to sleep if you tried. And that was when you felt most alone. You hated being awake, if you were awake you were thinking. And thinking means remembering just how much of a screw up you knew you were.

Team Free Will just came back from a hunt which you had to pull teeth just to get to stay in the confines of the Bunker. It had been a few days. You don't remember the last time you ate. Was it when you ate the second to last slice of apple pie in the middle of the night when your insomnia was at its peak? Or was that this evening when you woke up to a grumbling stomach that you couldn't ignore, so you quelled it with warm chicken broth. You didn't feel deserving enough to eat solid food today. Your lips were cracked and severely chapped even though you knew you kept your lip balm in the bedside table, within reach. Your long hair is disheveled in its bun and you can't stop sneezing because you forgot to take your medicine today, again. What a failure. You can't take care of yourself. It would be so much better if you could just lay down in your bed and sleep. Sleep and dream, forever.

Face it, the Winchesters are so much better without you. Dean doesn't need you burdening him. He would only have to carry your dead weight around on cases. You can't even muster up the courage to walk up to houses and round up info on the local legends, doing door-to-door sweeps. What in all Hell makes you think Dean could be attracted to someone, some frail little girl trapped in the past? You weren't his type anyhow, a plus-sized book worm didn't turn him on. How could it? You saw his porno-mags. Those girls were, perfection. Miles away from what you were. They were tall, sculpted shades of golden skin. They were the definition of success, confidence, beauty. Qualities you'd convinced yourself you weren't. You saw their type in multiple bartenders that you painfully watched Dean flirt with. From your table at the bar, it stung to see Dean's pearly whites brighten in the lights of the illuminated bar. His expression full of child-like glee, effortless and innocent. Sam was next to you for protection, his face buried in his tablet searching diligently through lore and articles of missing peoples.

You shuffle your feet audibly into the kitchen. Even though you don't feel like eating, you need to eat at least a sandwich in Dean's presence. The brothers were sipping beer at the table in the kitchen while you fixed yourself a wimpy pb & j. Sitting down at the very edge of the metal table you stared for a long moment at your sandwich. I hate this, it's making me sick to even look at food, you think to yourself. You take a bite and chew slowly, wanting so hard to spit it out. You're too fat already. Why do you eat in the first place? Those thoughts stew in your head as you notice the Winchester brothers are staring at you. You notice someone is talking to you but it doesn't register. You swallow the bite unwillingly, closing your eyes like you had just done something terrible.

"Y/N? Earth to Y/N?" You recognize the husk in the voice to be Dean's. You flinch and look at him, wishing immediately you hadn't stared into those perfect green orbs. The expression on his face let you know that he knew there was definitely something wrong with you. God you're such a freak. You drag your tongue on your left canine, the one that has always been particularly sharp. Feeling a cold sweat begin to drip down your neck, you start to panic. You drop your sandwich on its plate and rise from your seat. You need the sanctuary of your messy bedroom, the softness of the mattress. You need the coolness of the sheets. Your small feet tap the tile of the floor beneath you but you notice sound behind you that will your body to go faster. They were following after you.

You'd never been more afraid that they'd find out what was in your head. That Dean would find out how you felt about him and about yourself. That can't be an option. You knew what would be next, what was inevitable. The dreaded talk. You finally reach the knob of your bedroom door, your palm slipping as you fumble with it from sweating. Just as they are about to reach you, you open the door and slam it shut behind you, locking it. You heart is racing against your chest. Locking the door isn't enough. So you barricade the door with your dresser. As you do so, you feel yourself breaking and hot tears flow down your face soaking into your hoodie.

"Y/N?! C'mon, open the door." Sam says.

"Whatever it is we can talk about it. Y/N. Please?" Dean's tone is almost unlike him. You'd only ever heard him use this kind of tone with children who were in the midst of trauma from an awry hunt. Is that what he thought of you as? A wounded child in need of coddling? Or maybe even worse, a wounded animal.

You don't answer and there is a long pause. You need relief and release in the only way you know how. You rummage through your bedside table drawer and find a thin hunting knife, the one Dean gave you a few years ago. Your first gift from him. You pull down the fleece-like fabric of your sweatpants to reveal scars, left over from self-inflicted pain, years gone by. They were raised and pink lines. They wouldn't understand. You hear thudding from the other side of your door, that can only mean the brothers are getting more desperate, using their bodyweight to try and get inside.

"Y/N!!" Dean yells for you in between the thudding.

"GO AWAY!" You yell as you drag the sharpness across your skin. Red bubbles up from the cut and for a few seconds you feel relief. But it doesn't stop the pain. You cry more, sobbing uncontrollably. The salty tears blurring your vision until they spill over staining your cheeks. You need more, so you add more cuts, one by one. Oddly you chuckled at your macabre artwork, thinking you just made your thigh look like a piece of lined paper. You start your work on the opposite thigh, digging in a little deeper with each line.

You hear someone suck in a breath sharply. Someone was in the room with you. During your release, you never noticed the dresser move or the door opening. Looking up from your bloodied thighs you see Dean staring back at you. His blade still in your hand, red dripping down your skin and slipping into the pure white sheets.

"Y/N? Hey, that's okay. Put the knife down, alright?" He said to you smiling at you flashing his bright white impeccable teeth, Sam in the background of your bedroom doorway with his hand clasped over his mouth in a blank stare. More tears sear themselves into your eyes and flood over. Your lips are quivering. You drop your knife released from your trembling hand, it thunks itself into the wooden floor below. You don't dare look back at Dean. You curl yourself up as best as possible granted the size of your stomach won't let you pull your knees to your chest.

You collapse onto your bed facing your pillows, you sob into them and hold one tight to your face in a feeble attempt to hide yourself. You feel Dean sit next to you on the bed, and he begins to stroke your back in soothing motions. His effortless acts of kindness make you break more. You feel the onset of a nasty headache forming, from the intensity of your sobbing. You can barely make out Dean telling Sam to bring a first aid kit and water. Dean shushes you and continues to stroke your back and your arm.

"You don't have to tell me anything. Just take deep breaths, 'kay? Here, I'll do it too." He breathes deep in and out, hard enough to be audible. Why was he so nice to me all of a sudden?? You begin to feel numb, and you weren't sure if this was from the emotional break down or the blood loss. Had you cut too deep this time? Sam returns with the first aid kit. You note its metal clink on the bedside table. You unbury your face from your pillow only to get a breath of fresh air. You don't look at Dean or Sam. You couldn't. Dean thanks his younger brother for the glass of water and the kit.

"Can you give us a minute Sammy?" Dean asks.

"Sure. As long as you need." Sam confirms and you hear the heavy footed thuds of his boots exit your room. Dean does something that you don't expect. He lays down on his side, with you. Spooning up against your form. You mentally whack yourself in the head, he's getting his jeans all bloody, that you're sure of. He continues to stroke your arm softly. He hooks his chin into the nook of your shoulder.

"Whenever you're ready. I'm all ears." He tells you, the gentleness in his tone brings you to tears again. You weep silently. Was this really happening? You don't budge or say a word as sleep takes you over and you feel so amazingly content. You melt into the rhythmic breaths that Dean takes. The act soothes you into dreamland. For the first time in a while you think, I want to wake up to him next to me. And you swear you smile in your slumber.

End part 1.

*criticism is taken constructively.

*comments are golden.

#dean x reader #self doubt #mental health issues #plus sized reader #depression #suicidal thoughts #sad reader #fluff

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psychemeanscure · 3 years

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PART 22

“Please... Please wake up now loco.”

Her continuous plead that seem to be a strong order she needed to convey as if it was the only way to let him open his eyes. Only to hear the devil’s sniggering laughter. “See what’s more gratifying now, little pea?”

Its tenacious words which still left unattended for her liking for she can only glare, glistening substance of tears begins to drizzle. “Yeah. I, as your father got the chance to play with you my daughter.” and as if she was being responded by her silent protest.

Yet instead of entertaining the old man, she chooses to turn her eyes back to him. “Cabrón. Cabrón please, wake up. Jang Taeyoung!”

But nothing. Jang Taeyoung doesn’t even give a slightest flinch as he still remained heads down hard for her to see him fully as well. Clicking of tongue from the geezer was heard instead as it approaches his unconscious body. Pulling out an Opinel pocket knife she didn’t notice but now. Terrified for him, she jolted.

“What are you trying to do?! F*ck, don’t hurt him!”

She’s bawling mad! But neither of it was followed. The old Alcaziar was just laughing to its extent, positioning itself behind Jang Taeyoung and in between the tables where the monitors of her foster parents are. A hand tapping the edges of one table while the other’s traces the crook of Jang’s shoulder by the sharpness of its pocket knife.

“How was my gift, little pea? You like it?”

“F*ck you!”

“Oh, don’t be. F*ck you too, my daughter.” It even waves its hand as if it was just a casual talk to say. “Was that your term for I love you Dad? Consider it then. You see my original plan was just your foster parents, but after learning about your acting fiancé here or shall I say your ex-acting fiancé. I instantly changed my mind. And since you are my dear niña, I might just be generous for giving choices. Threesome is enough, isn’t it?”

He’s even in the middle of twirling its knife this time as if checking its own keenness. “I’ll kill you. I swear, I’ll kill you f*cking coño!”

“Hm. My pleasure, mi niña. So shall we? Who would you like to go first? Your choice.”

Its unwavering way of threats still. For what on earth is playing even that her foster Dad starts to regain its consciousness through the monitor aiming to call her attention. Shock evident in its aging orbs the moment it haunted her situation from the other side. “Mi hija!”

“Papá!”

As it wasn’t long also long for her to hear her own screams seeing her papá being stirred on his seat caused by the Alcaziar’s man. “Oh? so your acclaimed daddy yow is awake. Shall we go with him, then?”

When its underling begins to point a gun on his foster father, she lost it. Her rummaging fear erupted. “No!”

Heart racing heavily, incessant shaking of head, eyes shut tightly with flowing tears. “Please, I will do anything you want. Just, just don’t hurt him. Don’t hurt Papá, please!” She begged. Mused face from the latter takes in. “Really? Oh, of course mi niña. Yours truly father will be glad too. Now I’ve been thinking…”

Going back its pace onto her, stroking her hair like a maniac hag adoring the epitome of his delusional creation. “Why not a reenacting will do?” she surrendered.

The crazy man undoing her tied hands behind, guiding her to grip the pistol he pulled out to pointing Jang Taeyoung. Tears became whimpers, hands quiver for coldness, eyes pleading for mercy. For it gotten much worst that just like his foster father had, an underling is also pointing a gun from her still unconscious foster mother.

She’s nowhere to go. The devil’s whisper onto her ear makes her whole stiff even. “So, little pea. It’s either you kill him, or I’ll kill your fosters. Choose.”

It was her index finger being guided on the trigger this time. “Pull it, sweet little pea. Pull it.” Urging voice that just consumes more of her already blurred weeps to the expanse of her helpless orbs. ‘No. please…’ For all she can pray an impossible hope that can let them get out from the living hell they were in.

And it did. Miraculously it did when a surprise bullet hit a skin on the Alcaziar’s face leaving a small scratch. “F*cking coño. What was that?!” as a raging complain passed on to its assistant who came running to its boss.

“An elite gang is attacking us Señor.”

“Que? The hell are you talking about? How can an elite be inv---“

“You?”

A snicker came indeed. But it wasn’t from the hag anymore. It was from him.

“Jang Taeyoung, you bastardo?!”

Yes. Jang Taeyoung is finally awake. Or rather, he was all along. He heard it. All of her. But his body wasn’t. He’s trying though but failed. His body seem too slow to react for the only thing he can freely do is to secretly frown and listen. But other than that, he was also waiting.

Time. He’s counting the time until the last tick of his watch he expected it to be, came. They are here, and just as right to claim his strength. “Kill him!”

“No!”

Her hasty protest from the command even but before its two underling could even point a gun to Jang Taeyoung, it was already shot by another bullet. Much precise this time. Chaos was seen to the remaining ones while searching the possible spot of the springer gunman. For he can at least give a small smile to her as well before turning to already brazen Alcaziar. “One pointing gun, and a bullet for you. What will you do now, old man?”

The next thing happened?

Tables turned instantly that it was now the Alcaziar who’s now in the bridge of running to his life. Battles between sharpness of springers and panic of splinters disrupts the area, wrecking possessions tormented by its original form. Yet, one remains intact. The safe haven of their longing stares.

“We’re not done yet, you two.”

The following convicting threat of the Alcaziar as its cowardice escape faded until its exit. But none of its words matter for them that despite his not fully recovered body still, he managed to reach her trembling appearance. Grabbing the pistol from her rigid holds, untying the rest knots that keeps her from being tangled. “M-my parents… What might possibly happen to them now.”

Her worries for her foster parents as she was staring by the wreck LCD TVs, staggered.

Cupping her face as he wipes the tracks of her tiring tears by the tenderness of his caressing thumbs as if she’s a fragile figure needed to handle with upkeep. “They’ll be safe. Don’t worry.”

“B-but---

“Just trust me. I’m here. I’m here, Sung Eunyoung.”

“Jang…”

“It’s okay. It’s okay now. Did the bastard hurt you too much?”

For a minute she relieved. Not until she remembered his own situation. Shaking her head, hands went through the hems of his shirt. “Y-your bleeding.” For there it is, her proceeding worries. Eyes nor leaving the said stained. He was about to reply then but before he could manage, Jae came rushing getting his attention. “You’re late.”

“Apologies boss. Just got a little problem with the trackers. But other than that. We really need to get going as possible. The explosives might erupt anytime soon.”

Nodding, he pulls away her hold from his hem. Cupping her face once again obliging to look at him. “Now listen, Sung Eunyoung.” Questioning eyes stared at him as he continued. “As soon as we get out of this cargo, I want you to come with Jae. You understand me?”

“W-what? Then how about you? And explosives? cargo?”

Her impatient queries certainly while he’s in the middle of assisting her wobbling body to stand up. Accepting hand reaching the gun and painkiller Jae handed. For right then she understands what he is planning. “You’re not in a good shape, Jang Taeyoung. What are you doing?”

Her hissed disapproval and instead of giving answers to her questions, “We’re on a ship. That’s all I can say to you. Now, no more questions woman. We need to go.” Just got one out of all, unfortunately. It was even proven the moment they felt its shaking turbulence. As she can only give in a sigh of her disappointment.

Clasping her hand, he finally drags her towing the direction Jae guiding. A passage safe to the enemy’s filthy eyes. For she only realizes then that the ship actually started sailing if not being halt by the attacks. Docks at the end junks far from where their current spot is.

A single motorboat and two were instated, awaiting to be loaded by them. Almost gasp for air when Jang Taeyoung enfolds his hands onto both of her waist, lifts her flawlessly like there weren’t a wound to endure. Arms needed to get a hold of his shoulders then. They were too close where all she could do is stare in silence.

But other than what she’s feeling, she got nervous all of a sudden. For some reason that she needed to catch his hand with hers as soon as he gets her down the motorboat for two. He let her though, even if even she knows it won’t be going to last. Holding her with the same tenderness as he smiled to her, he turns to his assistant.

“Who’s leading the springers?”

He asked the moment he was handed an ear piece. “Lee, boss.”

“Good. And the Alcaziar?”

“Opposite side of the port.”

Nodding once again, he went back looking at her then. In their hands particularly, rubbing it in circular motion by his thumb, he ask for her understanding. “Now, I really need to go.”

His first word which reciprocated by her persuasion. “Come with us.”

She was gripping tightly on his, this time. She doesn’t know, but she really felt something might happen if she won’t hold into it. “I can’t. It’s now or never Eunyoung-ah.”

“With you in that state? Jang Taeyoung, please.”

Her proceeding plead, just to earn a chuckle instead as if trying to light up the atmosphere a bit. “Yah. I thought you’re eager to take down the old man, now we’ve got the chance, you’re retreating?”

She remained unbothered. Pushing her side still, only being forced to be handed with his assistant. “Take care of her. I’m counting on you.” Its series of command to it before cupping his hand to her face one last time. “See you on the dock.”

And with that Jang Taeyoung swiftly transfers to the single motorboat, jumps with expertise as he drove with speed leaving her sighting his far away figure instead. ‘Just be back, Jang Taeyoung’ for she can silently hope is that. Brushing herself with anxiousness.

“Worried?”

She was surprised when his assistant talks out of nowhere that she needed to turn her slumping figure to its driving one. Indeed, this was the first time one of them tried to converse with her or rather they ain’t got the chance to. “J-jae, right?” her confirming which answered by its simple nod and smile when he turns to her for a while before she went silent, waiting to its proceeding words which didn’t came even so she initiated instead. Looking the chaos happened from afar now.

“I can’t understand. Letting your boss do what he wants in that shape while all of you, follows. Do underlings really have no say for exceptions than that? You supposed to protect him after all, right?”

She does see them as mere underlings but looking by his assistant now was a company offering itself as someone to open up with. So she’s dropping the formalities, she opts to. Judging by its appearance they seem to be in the same age anyway. Probably not hard to adjust.

“He’s different. And I think you’re fully aware of that, miss. Besides, how can we stop a boss whose impulses already pulled off its limits by his enemies.”

“Impulses, what?” she’s confused.

Jae simply turns to her once again. “Ms. Sung, who do you think trigger him to do these sorts of recklessness?”

She can only gulp and avoid his gaze into an opposite direction for she need not further elaboration to know the answer. Although not too long after she heard his next words. Straighten like a butler on duty.

“All eyes to Queen.”

Then she felt something’s odd. They already reach the docks but the eerie silence isn’t securing them safety. That’s how she noticed the peering stance of Jae, ratifying the whole vicinity before turning to her with screwed eyes.

“That’s what he ordered. Now, get down!”

And it happened again. The same gunfights which she witnessed just a while ago. Jae was able to duck her head preventing it from any possible attacks, using the motorboat’s hull as shield. Good thing the said boat is as well enough for hiding. “Sh*t! I didn’t see this coming. I’ll definitely be a dead meat to boss after this. Stay put, miss.”

Right then, the assistant pulling out something from a secret compartment revealing a shotgun. Making her ball her eyes bigger. ‘Into how much guns should I see with this battle, por favor!’

The only complain she can think of, yes.

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I'll Do The Same {Din Djarin x OC} Chapter Six: Nevarro

pairing: din djarin x female oc

warnings: none

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“W... What?”

“Your necklace... This symbol, it’s Mandalorian.”

Thell’s brows creased, and her mouth suddenly felt dry.

“My father... was he a Mandalorian?”

“I’m not sure... This looks like Clan Eldar, but they haven’t existed for at least two decades. I don’t know why your father would have this.”

He let the necklace drop back against her tunic, but Thell could only pick it back up and stare at the gleaming metal. Her mind was ringing, her confusion suddenly turning to wonder, to curiosity. Who had her father been, truly? Was this some reason as to why her mother had never spoken about him?

But she couldn’t think about it for too long, because suddenly the ship rocked under her feet and she was thrown to the ground. Knees collided with the steel flooring, bruising her skin, but she felt strong hands pulling her up by her arms, back up to her feet. Over the haze of the vision and the loud beeping ringing inside the Razor Crest, she could just make out Mando’s mask in front of her. He was holding her shoulders, shaking her.

“Did you hear me?” He was practically yelling. “Get the kid, and get back up here!”

Thell sprang up from her seat, careening towards the staircase and throwing herself down into the cargo hold.

“Grogu!” She called, feeling the ship rock underneath her feet as she spotted the small green baby several feet from her. Once the kid was in her arms, she raced back to the cockpit, strapping him securely in the adjacent seat and fixing her belt next. The Mandalorian was strapped in as well, his gloved hands flickering over the control panel. Lights flashed above her head, and that incessant beeping continued until there was a constant buzz in Thell’s ears.

“Hey!” Thell called over the noise. “What’s going on?”

“A lone TIE fighter,” Mando explained. “He must know about the kid... hold on.”

With a jerk of his wrist, the Razor Crest plowed forward, diving in an arc that caused Thell to become pressed up against the seat. The next moment, it lurched backwards, and nausea rose in her throat. The beeping had stopped, but Thell could hear the excited squeals of the child beside her. At the moment that the Razor Crest flew stable again, she cast a glance to her side: the kid had his tiny hands raised, his large eyes scrunched in pure joy. She would have laughed, would have nearly smiled had a loud explosion above her head caused the ship to lurch forward again. Mando cursed, something in a language that Thell didn’t recognize, before slamming a handle up and sending them flying into hyperspace.

Thell was jerked forward again only to be slammed back against the seat, until finally, the ship lulled. The ground still vibrated beneath her feet, but they seemed safe for the moment. The beeping had stopped, but with his tense shoulders, Thell could tell that the Mandalorian was stressed. Her eyes flickered back to Grogu, who was playing happily with that same metal orb from earlier in the week.

“Mando?” Thell said softly, as not to stress him out more, and leaned forward when he didn’t reply.

“Mando, what happened?”

“He hit one of the thrusters,” he replied, but his voice was gruff as always. “We’re going to have to land before that thing blows.”

“Are we gonna be okay?” Thell asked, casting a quick glance at Grogu.

Suddenly Mando turned halfway in his seat, clasping her shoulder firmly. Something in his touch surprised Thell.

“We’ll be fine. We’re going to see some friends.”

They landed on the volcanic planet Nevarro, just outside a small village. Mando was in the cargo hold while Thell had one arm wrapped around Grogu. The Mandalorian turned back towards her, pushing a blaster in her direction.

“You won’t need it, but just in case.”

Thell eyed the weapon carefully before nodding and sticking it in a loose space in her trousers, a spot she could grab from easily.

“Mando.”

He turned slightly. “What is it?”

Her fingers found the necklace again. “Are we... Will I figure out what this is?”

“We will. Let’s just get this finished first.”

With Grogu in her arms, she followed the Mandalorian down the side ramp into the still air of Nevarro. It was surprisingly quiet for a village this size, so Thell stayed close to the Mandalorian’s side. They hadn’t ventured into many villages together, if any, and she felt surprisingly safe with him so close. She knew she could shoot if she needed to, but it was nice knowing Mando would respond first.

Waiting for them at the entrance to the village were two other humans: an older, gruff looking black man and a middle aged woman with black hair that was braided along one side. Both looked like seasoned warriors in Thell’s eyes, so she found herself slinking closer to the Mandalorian’s side. But he was calm, walking with a confidence that Thell only wished she had.

But any fear she had diminished as the man stepped closer, opening his arms in greeting.

“Mando!” He said, stepping closer to the Mandalorian. “Good to see you, old friend.”

They shook hands, all the while the man’s eyes were directed on Grogu.

“I see the baby is well taken care of,” the man said, with a mischievous look in Mando’s direction. Something passed between them, some deep, unspoken thing. With one hand on his hip, Mando motioned to Thell.

“This is Thell Sai’Lya, she’s traveling with the kid and me.” When he introduced her, pride swelled in her chest.

“Thell, this is Greef Karga.” Thell leaned forward to shake his hand, until he motioned the baby to himself.

“Ah, my little green friend!” When Thell cast an anxious look in Mando’s direction, he only dipped his head. She hesitantly passed Grogu to Karga, who gently held the kid and cooed playfully at him. The kid looked happy enough, so Thell could feel her soul become more at ease.

Mando had stepped aside, now talking to the other woman who had accompanied Karga. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but they could only talk so quietly in the soft atmosphere of the volcanic planet. Karga seemed busy as it was entertaining Grogu, who was babbling happily in his arms.

“Who’s the girl?” The woman’s voice was hard, but something about the way she dressed and held herself told Thell it was just how she normally was.

“Thell Sai’Lya. I took her on about a month ago.”

“A month?” The woman said, almost in disbelief. “Hell, Mando, I thought you didn’t like anyone but the kid.”

Thell couldn’t help but almost laugh when she saw the Mandalorian go stiff under her assuming response.

“It, it’s not like that. She’s helping with the kid.”

The woman smirked, a knowing smirk that made Thell almost feel embarrassed for the Mandalorian.

“Right, Mando, and I’m the one that’s wearing a mask,” she sneered before walking over to where they stood, looking Thell up and down. The Mandalorian slowly followed after her, keeping one hand placed on his hip. Thell watched his attention flicker back and forth between her and the kid in Karga’s arms.

“Cara Dune,” she said, extending her own hand.

The smile she gave Thell was comforting, so she stuck out her own hand.

“Thell Sai’Lya, it’s nice to meet you two.”

“We can’t stay long, but I had a run in with a TIE,” the Mandalorian explained. “Seemed to blow the right thruster all the way through. I just need repairs done.”

“I can get some men on it right away,” Karga said, with the baby still in his arms. “For now, let’s go have a drink.”

. . . .

“So, where are from, young Sai’Lya?”

Looking up from her drink, Thell made eye contact with Greef Karga, who was already looking at her expectantly.

The bar was quiet, a semi warm breeze drawn in from the open arched doorway ruffling the collar of Thell’s cloak. Cara Dune was on her other side, slouched with one arm draped over the edge of the booth, a dark colored drink in her other hand. The Mandalorian, her unusual confidante in all of this, was next to Karga, holding the child as Grogu sipped on broth.

“I’m from Bespin,” Thell answered, scrunching her fingers into her pantleg.

“Bespin, huh?” Karga added. “What were you doing all the way out there?”

“I was born there... I worked there until I met Mando.”

“And how, exactly, did you two cross paths?” Cara asked suddenly.

Thell swallowed heavily, and cast an anxious glance at the Mandalorian. Surely they knew his reputation as a bounty hunter.

“He assassinated my master and I basically begged him to take me off the planet,” Thell said, as casually as she could, before taking a large sip of her drink. To her surprise, the table had gone quiet, and she raised her head to see Cara and Karga both staring at her with their lips parted. The Mandalorian was quiet, but something about the way he rubbed his hand on the back of his neck caused Thell to wonder if he was trying to hold in a laugh.

She could feel a smile rising on her own lips, so she quickly added, “I found Grogu first. He’s the only reason why I wanted to come in the first place.”

She meant it as a joke, and she hoped Mando would catch on. Cara and Karga had definitely caught on, as they both snickered behind their drinks. To her relief, the Mandalorian seemed to relax against the booth, shrugging lightly when Thell looked his way. She wished she could see him under the helmet, whether or not he was grinning from her comment.

They stayed until the sun was setting, and the soft yellow glow of the lamps in the bar were the only thing that illuminated their faces.

“You know, he wouldn’t normally keep people on.”

Thell blinked, halfway through sipping her drink, to look up at Cara. “What do you mean?”

“Mando has always been an outsider. He prefers to do things by himself, keep to himself. It’s the life of a bounty hunter, I suppose. But as long as I’ve known Mando, he also just likes being by himself. So it surprised me after he decided to keep the kid. Risking everything for that little guy. Ever since he took him on, he’s been... warmer.”

Cara Dune shifted in her seat, resting one arm on the table so she could look at Thell clearly.

“And here he is, surprising me again, keeping yet another person with him. I’ve worked with Mando before. He doesn’t like staying in one place too long. There’s always something he has to get done. I think that goes the same for the people he’s around... He doesn’t want to become attached, so he just leaves.”

Suddenly embarrassed, Thell sipped her drink and diverted her eyes away from Cara.

“But... he has the kid. He’s had him for a while. Wouldn’t you say he’s changed, then?”

She shrugged. “The kid’s different, Thell. He... does things that none of us have ever seen before. I’m sure you’ve noticed it by now. I’ve seen that Mandalorian risk more for him than most people would for their own friends. If he’s changed, I’m surprised it's because of the kid.”

“But I wouldn’t doubt it,” Thell whispered under her breath, her gaze flickering to the Mandalorian. He sat on the other end of the table, the kid wrapped securely in his arm, the child’s whole hand grasping his gloved thumb tightly. Thell felt her heart warm just looking at them, at her strange new crew that was slowly becoming her family. She just didn’t want to think about what would happen after they finished their mission with Grogu, what that separation would mean.

“Then... why does he keep me on?” Thell asked

“Beats me. Maybe somewhere deep in that steel heart of his he’s finally wanting some company.”

“Well... he’s not too bad.”

“Hm,” she could hear Cara nearly laugh at her comment, and Thell felt blood rush to her cheeks.

“What?” She said, fixing her hair and turning back towards the warrior.

Cara was smirking, that same knowing smirk she had given Mando earlier.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Thell asked.

“Because you like him.”

If Thell could vanish, she would have, right then and there. She cast a quick side glance to see if Mando had heard, but he seemed heavily engaged in a low conversation with Karga. She scooted closer to Cara, shielding her face from Mando’s view.

“I... I don’t.”

“I see the way you look at him, and trust me, I know it’s not just because of the kid,” Cara said quietly. “You’d have to be blind not to notice.”

“I barely know the guy,” Thell pressed.

Cara’s brows raised, but the smirk remained. “C’mon, you guys have been together a month. That’s more than enough time to see how he is. He’s not too bad once you really get to know him. He has a pretty dry sense of humor if you haven’t noticed already. And he can be soft when he wants to. He just doesn’t like admitting it. I’m sure you’d like to get to know him better... wouldn’t you?”

Thell shrugged, swirling her glass. “I don’t know... I’m not sure if this is a long term thing.” When Cara’s eyes studied her thoughtfully, Thell added, “I told him I would leave once we figure out this thing with the kid.”

“Leave?” Cara asked. “I thought you said you didn’t have anywhere to go.”

Thell shrugged, slouching back against her seat. “I don’t... But I’m sure I’ll figure something out.”

“Well, if it means anything, you’re welcome to come back here.”

Thell beamed. “Thank you... that means a lot.”

Cara’s eyes drifted from Thell back over to the Mandalorian, and after a moment of deep thought, she spoke.

“From what I’ve seen, he seems to care about you too. So I wouldn’t expect to just be dropped off in the middle of nowhere once your deal is up. He wouldn’t have let you stay as long as you have if he didn’t want you around.”

Thell bit the inside of her lip, letting her mind wander. If she did like him, truly, was it worth it letting those feelings rise?

“I don’t know if there's really a point in pursuing this if we’re just going to get split up at the end of the day.”

“I wouldn’t let that-"

Cara was interrupted by the sound of two blaster shots, ones that rang in Thell’s ears. As fast as she could, she retrieved the blaster from its spot around her waist, raising it above the table. Her hands were shaking, but she had stood up, and was pointing in the direction of where the sounds had come from.

But the Mandalorian had been ahead of her, standing with his shoulders taut and his arm straight out, holding a single blaster.

A lone body lay on the floor, steam rising from the hole in his abdomen. Thell couldn’t see his face, but she knew who he was, where he came from, from the signet on his left shoulder. The symbol of an Empire supporter.

. . . .

“Must have been this.”

Cara walked back over to where Mando and Thell stood, waiting with Grogu in her arms. She passed Mando a flat circular disk, one that he turned over in his hand.

“A tracking chip.”

The Mandalorian inspected it closely. “Must have been why the TIE was after us.”

“If it's the Empire, or anyone affiliated with them, I would suggest getting out of here before more of them show up.”

“Is the ship ready?” Mando asked, nearly unfazed by Cara’s comment.

Karga wiped sweat from his brow. “Ready as she’ll ever be.”

“Good.” Then he turned back to Thell and Grogu, and she could tell he was scanning her through the helmet.

“What do you say? You still on for this?”

Thell dipped her head, not hiding her small smile. “I go where you go. Where we go.”

Her eyes fell upon Grogu, whom she snuggled closer to her and ran a hand across his large, floppy ears.

Mando said his goodbyes to Karga and Cara, but Thell lingered outside, letting her gaze rest on the falling sun. Golden rays were cast against the small metal village, illuminating the plates in an array of colors.

“Hey, kid.”

Thell turned, spotting Cara walking towards her. As soon as she was close enough, she stuck her arm out.

“Take it easy out there. I think the kid likes you,” Cara said before shaking hands with Thell again, while Grogu murmured softly against her cloak.

“And I don’t think Mr. Grumpy over there minds you too much, either.”

Thell could feel the heat in her cheeks as Cara nodded her head in the direction of the Mandalorian, who stood on the Razor Crest checking controls.

“You guys are good for each other. You balance each other out,” Cara added.

Thell huffed. “I try. Sometimes I feel like I’m talking to a statue.”

“Give it time,” Cara said with a well meaning smile. “He’ll get there.”

After saying her farewells to Cara and Karga, Thell returned back to the ship, coming to stand closely to the Mandalorian. Grogu was still in her arms, holding onto her thumbs.

“We would have been killed if you hadn’t shot that guy. You were right about this not being easy.”

“Are you backing out?” Mando asked, turning in her direction, and Thell wondered if he would miss her. “If so, Nevarro isn’t a bad place to start. Karga and Cara would help you out.”

But Thell elbowed him playfully, lightly, crossing her arms and letting her gaze linger back to the setting sun. He seemed to enjoy her boyishness, resting with one hand on his hip as his eyeline followed her’s.

“Backing out? Me?” Thell snickered, sweeping a hand through her hair. “Not yet... Besides, we made a deal. And I don’t break promises.”

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rs-elane-blogsandfictions · 3 years

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BTS SCENARIOS/REACTIONS/ONE-SHOTS

Jungkook's One-Shot

Topic: His ex comes back to your lives when you two married and tries to get him back by creating problems inbetween you two...

Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff

Warnings: Smut (Dirty talks/games)

Rating: 18+ along with angst and drama

The following first few chapters would be though fluff and a little smut...

Part 2/Chapter 2

A/N's POV

Steps could be heard from upstairs as Jungkook left the shower and made his way down... His wet messy bangs fell down till his eyes as his muscular body covered in the comfortable PJ's appeared from the staircase and made their way to you... You were so much into those beautiful orbs that you didn't realise when the gap between the two of you had decreased to null...

He called your name sweetly but you were too much into the beautiful work of art that his voice never reached your ears... He waved his hands infront of your eyes but still no movement from your side... He smirked finally knowing what had happened to you and with one swift movement his hand went around your waist just to grab your body tightly and press it against himself... Your chest and entire front side pressed tightly against his... But what brought you back to senses was when your nipples underneath the shirt rubbed against his nipples...

The movement send shivers down your body.... And you quickly responded to the touch with a muffled moan... the moan was suppose to be loud but you muffled it... You still hadn't forgotten about the secret guests at home afterall... "Am I that handsome that someone can't resist herself for falling for my beauty!?" he asked more like a challenge... This handsome bunny of yours could be competitive and challenging over anything... Like literally anything... Just yesterday he got challenging over who can drink the most banana milk and in the end it was Jungkook ofcourse who won...

"You know dear, Daddy really wants to fuck his baby right away... But you're on your periods so I just can't... I wish so badly if I could just rip of those PJ's and slid my cock into that tight pussy of yours but it seems to be on a bloodfall :(" he said... Gosh! This man got you wet in seconds... But it was unusual for him to talk dirty when you were on your periods cause he didn't wanted you to be turned on during such a time and then couldn't help yourself... Though you weren't for real... "Leave for today, but I really wanted to fuck you hard, atleast on our wedding anniversary just like every year but it seems like this year I have to jerk myself off and help the growing problem... "....

Someone please stop this man!! If you had put your finger in your vaginal folds by this time, then for sure you could be easily able to hear the wet erotic sounds loud and clear judging by the wetness there... His lips then suddenly attacked your neck making you moan and throw your head backwards as your body leaned in his tight embrace......... "J-Jungkook... W-what a-are u d-doing...?" you managed to speak in the worn out state of yours... "Mmmmm! I'm just showing my love to my wifey! Can't I?" he asked yet sucking at a weak spot on your neck... Where he knew it drove you crazy... A couple of more moans left your mouth until you finally remembered that the other boys weren't far from you two... Just like the floor underneath... And thus you half-heartedly pushed him away from yourself...

"Horny Bun! I said na, that I'm on my periods, then why are u teasing me!? Huh!?" You asked... "Y/N... I'm really turned on baby! I can't fuck you so atleast let me kiss you and keep u close..." ... "Jungkook that's not like u! You never do any such thing to turn me on during periods! Cause you don't want me to suffer by not being able to get rid of a new problem when I already have this stupid problem of blood and cramps!?" you asked not being able to accept the fact that it was your same bunny boy doing such thing... No reply from the other side... Then suddenly he grabbed you be your thighs and picked you up before throwing you on his shoulder and taking u somewhere... You screamed in shock from his sudden move and then worriedly asked where he was taking you cause the expression u saw on his face before lifting you up was like when he was mad at something...

He took u to your bathroom and let u down while u asked rather confused that why he did he brought u here and like that? He then finally spoke up... "Y/N! You know I hate lies!! And if u didn't wanted to have sex with me or u don't like me touching u like that any longer, so you could have just told me that! I must have been hurt but atleast you must have said the truth to me!! Instead you opted for lying about periods to keep me away!?!!" he said as his eyes started to get teary and the hurt clearly shown by his voice... You took sometime to process what he said and spoke up...

"Who told you that I'm lying about my periods!?"... He gave a sarcastic laugh and said, "You still care how I got to know that instead of explanaing yourself!? Anyways... I checked the number of tampons and pads and they were exactly equal to the number last time left... If you were on your periods, atleast one pad or tampon must have been used but no! Not even a single one missing!".. "You seriously count the number 😑 Jungkook" you asked in disbelief... " Yes I do! But that doesn't matters any longer... You don't like my touch... Have u found someone else... Better than me.... If yes... Then don't worry just tell me... And I'll make sure not to come between the two of you..." he said in a low tone as a tear strolled down his cheek... Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Where is this hell going too!!??? You though to yourself.... Fuck Y/N! You really mess up the things!!

You were really hyped up seeing where this shit was going as you looked at your wristwatch... Just 20mins more... And it's 12:00... Till then u have to keep yourself from telling the truth but also keep him engaged in something.... You finally spoke up, "My fluffy Bunny 🐰! Don't cry *wipes away his tears, cups both his cheeks and lifting his head up, makes his pouty self look her in the eyes* It's not like what you're thinking... I love u and only u! There isn't anybody on this earth who is better than u! You are the best, the most perfect one for me!! And for that lie... Well... I fell down today in the morning and hurt my back....*another lie* I didn't wanted to worry u by telling you about the accident and thus lied... But seems like I needa tell u now seeing the situation..."

His face lowered down again and his baby sniffs were all that was heard in the room... He turned into a 3yrs old kid sobbing his heart out 😭 seeing whom u too felt bad... He then moved closer and wrapped his arms around u as his face buried in the crook of your neck where he sniffed and let out muffled sobbing... You lightly swayed your palm on his back in a to and fro motion while your other hand moved along his neck to his hair massaging there... You two stood there for about 10mins in absolute silence after which Jungkook slowly detached himself from u and looking into your eyes... Spoke up, "My lovely bunny girl!!! Sorry for accusing u for cheating 😔😞😓...

GIF's owned by me 😁❤️

I'm really sorry! I would never ever blame u again for anything!! I am sorry... I don't know what happened to me... I just thought like I was loosing u and that made me so scared and angry that this happened...." And he peppered your face with thousand sweet pecks.... You then tip toed and kissed his forehead... The soft feeling of your wet, plumb lips on his forehead gave him a feeling of contend and relaxation and the ache in his head just vanished away!! He changed back to your smiling happy bunny!! You checked the time... Just 7 more mins and it's 12:00!!

"Wifey! You hurt your back 😞... So come let's go to our room and let me massage your back and apply some antiseptic lotion! ☺️" he said... Aww! He's always so caring!! "Bun! Just wait... You lifted me up like that and my back hurts a bit... I need some rest... Just let me stand here for a while and I'll be better and then we may go..." *another lie 😐* "Sorry 😓😔😞 Hmm... We can wait as long as u want"... And after it was exactly 1min left to be 12:00 you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and pulling his face towards yours, you attached your lips with his, as you roughly kissed the "Jungshooked" boy though he kissed u back more roughly than u did.... And for the next 1 min it passed in a blissful moment until it was interrupted exactly at 12:00 by six dopes!

To be continued in the next chapter... I know I promised to make it a smutty truth/dare chapter but then I got this angst or I must say more of fluff scene in mind... So truth/dare skipped for next chapter... But I promise, next chapter will definitely have the truth/dare game! ☺️😁 DO NOT COPY MY WORK! OR REPOST IT ANYWHERE!

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danddymaro · 4 years

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Erron Black X Reader |Pt.2

Previous: Easy Pray

Fixed

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Pt. 2 | A familiar sense

Reverted to a smaller form, (f/n) found herself left at an abandoned field, something she knew within the furthest depths of her being wasn't just a strange conjured up scenario from her imagination.

‘No, this isn’t a dream,’ She started as she settled into the strange realm with ease.

'I've been here before,' She told herself, knowing it to be true.

"Somehow...For some odd reason...It's familiar, " She said breathily, her childish features scrunching into a grim expression as she eyed the lifeless patch of vegetation she currently sat on.

‘Even their brittleness pressed against my skin feels surprisingly familiar.’ She observed, carefully eyeing the dulled ground.

Her hand then reached down to touch the brittle, dried plants, only to crush them into smaller pieces, completely destroying what remained of their lives with a soft ‘crunch’.

With regret, she retracted her hand back, eyeing her palm where small bits of dead green and murky, warm-colored flakes still clung.

It was then that another sound followed, indicating that someone else was there in the same field she was, and curiously, the girl lifted her eyes up, her sight falling upon a strange, otherworldly being as it sauntered its way towards her.

“Who-” (f/n) started, unable to say more before she was struck dumb with surprise, eventually left speechless.

Her bright (e/c) colored orbs found themselves clung to the sight of glowing ones, the vibrancy within them being both magical and mystical, enough so that (f/n) nearly gawked while being thoroughly awestruck.

Meanwhile, shivers crawled up her body, thoroughly raking her, coursing over her body like tiny shockwaves,

‘So…Beautiful,’ She mused with wide-open eyes, almost unable to gaze away from the chartreuse beauties that mystically glowed before her.

'Everything about her is beautiful,' she added, taking in the full, grand sight of the glorious, towering woman.

A crystal ring floating behind her captured the light of the glowing sun, wonderfully reflecting its rays into the sight of a shining halo, the radiance only serving to make her look even more graceful.

‘An angel?’ The (h/c) haired youth questioned with wonderment, ‘Or...A Goddess?’ she contemplated, observing how the beautiful woman graciously breathed life into the word with every steady breath she released.

Laying on the dried blossoms (f/n) curled up more, her already small body becoming even tinier as she tried to blend in with the deceased blossoms, the girl feeling a strange swirl of emotions battle within her in attempts to take over.

Polar ends of the spectrum were set off, fear and suffrage striking her first before a familiar invading warmth also let itself be known.

'With every step she takes, colors rise.' (f/n) remarked, trailing her gaze down to the Titan's feet where the decayed blooms arose from their ghastly sleep, dancing up towards the sun with joyous life.

'I feel the same happiness and life within me... The same surge of joy...but...but at the same time...' she trailed off,

"Why..." (f/n) muttered as a heavy clump gathered within her constricting throat, her heart aching miserably with pain throughout the moment.

Sinking her shoulders, she panted heavily as streams of sorrow trailed their way down her childish features,

'I feel so small...

I feel so alone...

so lost...'

"w-why?" She asked again, stuttering as a particularly powerful pang jabbed at her wounded heart.

Yet again, she found familiarity in the simultaneous sentiments,

‘This unimaginable pain… it’s had a home within me in the past.’ she determined with knowing awareness.

Lips the same color of peach-leaved bellflowers split into a soft, tender grin as yellow-green glowing eyes focused on nothing more than the weeping girl,

“My child,” The warm, familiar voice cooed, the little stars within the being’s lovely hues performing an enticing dance that further enchanted the withering child, even while she shed tears.

"Come to me," she encouraged (f/n).

"Come to mother...." the celestial being beckoned with open arms widespread, ready to catch the girl, " Come to me and let all of your worries melt within my hold," She tenderly coaxed her.

“Mother…” (f/n) repeated softly, her voice holding a tremble to it as she uttered the words. “My mother…” She then added with a heavy sob moving her entire body,

‘I recall uttering the address to the same voice,’ She thought to herself, as little by little invading thoughts of her past came forth. ‘ I remember being held.’ She went on, as shakenly, her hand reached out, yearning to touch the figure.

‘I remember reaching out to you…

I recall every tear that seeped into your shoulder...

I remember needing you, wanting to find you once more...’

“You’re my mother,” (f/n) continued, hiccupping relentlessly as the idea slowly settled into her.

Her little legs quivered as they stood, and like a newly born calf, she hobbled her way to her mother, miserably falling to her feet before she could be taken a hold of, irritably grunting as she crashed with the ground.

"Where…” She started with a murmur, her voice small and shaken at first before it rose in volume, “ Where have you been!" She then wailed loudly, staring up at the ethereal woman with frustration, her small hands fisting the regrown greenery.

"why has it taken you so long!" she added in demand, kneeling before her with a bowing head,“...So long that I was convinced you left me, " she added with admittance.

It was then that her mother came down, her two hands reaching out to touch either side of the distraught girl's face, holding her wet cheeks within large, pale hands, simultaneously forcing the child's head to stare up her with the action,

“Yet again you weep tears,” The woman said with a touch of amusement, her thumbs sweetly swiping beneath the child’s glossy eyes, collecting the heavy globs and doing away with them with the caring motion.

"And just as the last time, I'll wipe them away," She continued, keeping the same kindly expression displayed.

"Over and over..."She breathed, the words almost being inaudible with how softly they were spoken. “Again and again,” She hummed, a glazed look cast over her eyes as she droned on.

“I thought I was left alone,” (f/n) then sniffled, justifying her visible show of suffrage.

‘How could I not weep? How...When I thought you'd left me?’ She thought to herself dejectedly. 'I thought you were never coming back...' she added with little woeful huffs.

"Alone?" the elder repeated after seemly snapping out of her trance state, soon shaking her head in disapproval at the mention of the word.

"You are never alone," she said with guaranteed certainty.

“Because all in which I am…” the transcendent being started, “ All which is within me and my heart has been passed on to you,” she revealed while letting her right hand fall down to the little girl’s chest, her slim pointer finger pressed over (f/n)’s warm, steady beating heart.

"And I would never attempt to abandon my loveliest blossom...Not my most precious treasure," She added with assurance, adding a certain-filled nod into the mix.

“Always remember,” she murmured, tears welling up within her own glowing eyes, “And never forget that Mother will always be there.” She breathed as she smiled gently.

"Right within your chest." She further disclosed.

"As sure as the sun burns hot and the nights grow dark, I will always be linked to you," She added.

"Do you understand my dear? Do you understand that my love has no bounds?" She questioned her little girl.

Nodding hastily, (f/n) swallowed down her thick spit, “Always, right?” (f/n) hoarsely whispered back, wanting to hear over and over how loved she was, and much more, be assured there existed a being which yearned for her with the same intensity.

"Of course.

Mother will always hold you, clearing your tears with nothing but an abundant love,” She said while scooping the girl in her arms before wrapping them tightly around her.

“I will always follow you, trailing through the road of blossoms in order to reach you,” She added lovingly while carrying the sniffling girl. "And nothing will ever come between us." She assured her, a tart tone mixed within the saccharine love because deep within the depths of the heavenly creature's being was a hidden ugliness kept sealed away from the rest of the universe.

"Simply, Forget-me-not," The goddess added with a small, bemused giggle, waving her hand over her daughter's palm, mystically sprouting one of the little yellow-faced flowers with the action.

Smiling, (f/n) held the flower in one hand before finding her home within her parent's embrace.

As she closed her eyes, she leaned her head onto her mother’s shoulder, her cheek snuggled over locks of green, the scent of the earth after a shower of rain surrounding her as a comforting aroma she knew all too well.

'This...This is also familiar. ' She thought to herself with happiness.

"I know this scent," (f/n) murmured, " And I know this warmth too..."She added, her arms tightening around her guardian's neck.

"Please don't let me go," she begged,

' Please don't abandon me...

Please...Mother...I beg You...

Please don't let her hurt me again,'

With a little huff in response, Cetrion smiled gently, her eyes rising up to the falling sun as she held her sleeping child,

“Everything I do,

It’s all for your sake, my love.

It’s all to continue holding you my precious child.” she hummed, her hand falling to the back of her calmed child’s head, weaving her fingers through her (h/c) locks, an overbearing sweetness dripping from her lips as she cooed to her little girl.

"You'll understand... One day, you will understand the righteous path, and accept our constructed balance," She stated, " And then...Only then will we be forever at each other's side.

Together, guiding light upon the realms." She swore, awaiting with anticipation.

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(e/c) colored eyes then snapped open, the large orbs wide and frightened as they dashed left and right in search.

(f/n) awoke with a short sniffle, her face wet with salted tears as she came to from her strange dream, desperate to find something she suddenly had no recollection of.

‘No…’ She thought helplessly, wide-eyed and seeking.

“Not again,” she muttered with familiarity in regards to the settled emotions residing within her. " Again, I have that same dream, and in the end, I feel just as lonely.” She added as she felt the warmth within her chest evaporate.

“- And just as empty." She added with a short grumble as her stiff shoulders slumped.

Bits and snippets of the memory haunted her before she could no longer recall the vivid visions, something that frustrated her greatly, causing her to release a low, drawn-out breath.

“Damn it…” She said shaking her head, her entire form soon deflating.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw vibrant colors approach, her heart bouncing happily at the sudden sight.

'Could it be?' She thought with budding faith before A single butterfly then landed on her nose, crawling along the bridge’s length with its thin, little legs, lightly tickling her in the process.

“It's you again,” she said with a small ray of joy.

“ Don’t tell me...Did you follow me all this way?” She asked, smiling gently, watching as the strange creature moved its wings, fluttering them once in display.

“I take that as a yes,” She breathed.

‘Silly thing,’ She mused, ‘ Did you actually miss me?’ She wondered with the same touch of amusement, her eyes crossed down and centered towards the mystical, little being.

‘I must be a long way from home now,’ she thought to herself as her eyes then found the man who had her captive, 'That much I know,' She summed as she glared right at him.

He currently paid no mind to her, instead eyeing his smaller weapon with a careful eye, his thumb focused on a pesky little smudge that stubbornly stayed on it.

They’d spent two days in silence, traveling together into whatever destination he had in mind, not a lick of a word passed on between them during all that time, something she'd intended to keep until curiosity got the best of her,

'I just have to know,' She told herself, taking in a deep, low breath to collect herself as her eyes found their way back to the soil beneath her.

'I just want to know...Why? Why has this happened?'

“ You're going to sell me...Right?” she said softly, finally finding her voice as all the while her (e/c) colored eyes remained glared down onto the ground, finding it to be the only way she could even begin to address the man.

She knew it was likely, yet she dared to ask.

‘He's not letting me go,’ she thought to herself while disheartened. ‘ He's captured me and we're heading off to who knows where,’ she continued, knowing well that it could only mean someone had sent him to retrieve her.

'Otherwise, He wouldn't have kept me alive,' She thought to herself, well aware that if he'd wanted to, he could have easily killed her.

'He wouldn't have been so careful with me either,' She added.

The way he so easily captured her, with each action done effortlessly with perfection made her wonder,

“ Who knows how many others you've done this to,” She muttered, still glaring harshly at the dark sand beneath her feet, eyeing the grains with hazing eyes, her vision then starting to blur.

'Who knows how many others have suffered at your hand...

Who knows how many others aren't as fortunate as I am now...' She contemplated, well aware of how much worse the situation could be for her.

‘I can still escape,’ She thought with hope, willing to take the small chance, ‘ I can still run...and that’s an opportunity I can only assume others don’t get.’ she went on, remembering how his bullet zipped past her, warning her of what he was truly capable of.

He seemed apathetic, as though it was all clockwork for him, meaning it was something he'd had years to practice, and she couldn't fathom as to how anyone would ever take pride in such a trade.

She couldn't understand how he could sleep, or for that matter, find any sort of tranquility within the night.

' treating someone like some trade-in for riches...' She started, ' That would be cold-hearted...Thoroughly rotten.'

" How many others?" She said with a small mutter, her (e/c) colored eyes staring right at him, hardening as she demanded to know,

‘Who is this man?’ She wondered.

"Plenty, but none have the bounty you have." He admitted; It being only partially true.

In his profession, he'd had plenty of work, never looking far for an opportunity to make some profit. However, it was all done through mercenary work. sometimes it was messy, sometimes it was a smooth sailing gig.

'I don't tend to bring in a live catch,' He mused, watching her face shift at his response.

At his ease in the admittance, her eyes went wide, and her jaw slacked. A visual dimness cast over her eyes as she stared at him with the same horrified expression, her face slowly shifting to dismay.

Catching her expression change he snickered,

"What?” he asked her, “ Don't think you're all that special," he stated, "You're not my first," he added in a suggestive tone, smoothly sliding in an adult innuendo that she didn't even pay mind to.

"You're a monster, " she airily stated, her chest rising heavily as she sucked in a large, labored breath.

Her body then began to shake with rage as she swallowed down hard, "You say it like it doesn't matter… like...like their lives...like my life-!" she cried before trailing off, soon shutting her eyes with a shudder.

'-Like my life doesn't really matter,' She thought with pain.

She could feel her stomach bubble, the blood coursing through her veins growing scathing hot,

"You're a disgusting monster! " She cried out, wiggling in her restraints, her sudden burst of resistance making him chuckle.

Until then she'd been silent, showing a tamed nature he was beginning to grow bored of,

'Interesting,' He thought to himself, eyeing the way her eyes ignited, pulled in by the wildfire spreading out from their (e/c) depths.

" I've been called much...much worse," he told her, daring to get closer to the seething woman, hunkered down to her level with a growing grin,

"Got anything else darlin'?" he challenged her, making her face glow red at the sight of his obnoxious act of entertainment.

The feeling felt strange, festering within her in a wild frenzy, nearly blinding her.

'Again...Again I feel familiarity...' She thought while reflecting on the present feeling which overwhelmed her.

'I feel resentment... hate...

weakness...'

" I despise you!" She said crying,

'And it always comes back to this pain,' She hiccupped, wanting to clutch at her chest, but being unable to as the rope binding her arms behind her stopped her.

" You're a monster! A disgusting monster! " She cried out again, her breath huffing with each syllable, hating the way she seemed feeble.

She fought against the tight binding, her muscles straining with the effort as the rope harshly dented her flesh.

" Awe… such a shame," He started, " And here I've grown so fond of you," he said with the same touch of tease in his voice.

He then reached out to touch her cheek but stopped as she sharply turned away from him.

' I've said this before,

In anger...In rage...

I try to be happy. I try to focus on Joy and the light. But somehow, I always draw back to these dark feelings... to these viciously negative emotions that have already found a home within me in the past. '

Her heart ached as she cried out the words, pain being accepted into her body with familiarity as the words settled in.

"Hmm..." He hummed, still moving to touch her, his left hand's thumb whipping away the falling trails of heartache right from under her right eye,

"You sure cry a lot," He said lowly, having noticed she did so in her sleep as well.

"- Don't," she said lowly, looking away, wanting to sink beneath the dark grains of sand instead,

'Don't touch me...

Don't look at me...'

"Just…don't," She breathed.

'I've wanted to be loved and caressed; Cared for and loved,’ she thought sadly.‘ But now as the feeling grazes me, I feel nothing but pain.'

‘And it’s not entirely you’re doing,’ She concluded as for just a moment, she looked back up at the man, her eyes locked onto his deep, coffee-colored ones.

Beneath the shadow that was cast by the brim of his hat, they seemed dimmed and black, easily compared to pools of bitter, dark chocolate,

'They're black...just like his heart,' she thought with affliction.

Her own eyes, both glimmering (e/c) drops unwittingly drew him in, causing his hold on her to slack before it fell, the touch of his large, warm hand gone as it traveled back to his own side.

'Have I really just noticed?' he started, ‘...She’s got the whole night sky in her eyes,’ he observed with surprise.

He’d spent countless nights eyeing the indigo sky, both in Outworld and Earth realm alike, the pastime being something he always found comfort in, counting the twinkling, little specks with a placid smile always present.

‘All of them are in there,’ He mused, leering closer to count the little, dancing twinkles, truly finding them mesmerizing.

‘What…what in the world is he doing?’ She thought with a heavily racing heart, suddenly growing anxious, drawing her head back the further he neared her.

'Why does he keep coming closer!?' She added as she cast the (e/c) colored beauties down, ultimately releasing him from their powerful enchantment.

Still staring wide-eyed at her, Erron swallowed down his spit, abruptly standing from his position with a little huff, casting his eyes far off from her, his focus placed back on his earlier activity instead.

Stiffly, he glared down at his gun, eyebrows furrowed down as he tried to once again clean the annoying little smudge with a small cloth instead.

Meanwhile, (f/n) continued to look down, A strange, little feeling twisting her stomach as an aftermath of their former proximity. All the while she was stuck, wondering the same question as before,

'Just who is this man?'

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bladekindeyewear · 4 years

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HS^2 bloggin’ mainline 2020-09-15

This caught me laaaate at night gosh I’m tired but I’m gonna get it outta the way so it won’t stick in my craw! Already saw the first page, so it’s time for:

> CHAPTER 13. The Funeral

Church with chess symbols at the peaks and a Prospit/Derse or Hope/Rage split color theme on the stained glass windows.

JANE: Dearly beloved...

> (==>)

Trolls, humans, and papparazzi. Oh, hm, this church is RATHER carapacian isn’t it? Between the chess and the continuing Prospit-Derse themes, like how this corresponds to how they align in the incipisphere top-left to bottom-right if I recall:

(Minus the outlying orbs to the left and right for symmetry.)

That twisted pattern is interesting, and not quite a spirograph. Is that gonna be important later? If we’re going to get some sort of class chart later in the comic, it’d be easy for them to hint at the chart’s graphical structure subtly by dropping it places like here.

JANE: Ladies... JANE: Gentlemen... JANE: News outlets... JANE: And other valued members of the Human Nation State.

Technically true, but still odd to hear-- ...oh right, I forgot this was asshole dictator-wannabe Jane, too.

I read an interesting twitter thread recently about the intense psychological distinction between wanting to BE the best, and wanting to be TREATED like you’re the best. Epilogues/HS^2 Jane is kind of written as a case study on the pitfalls of leaning on the latter instead of the former.

> (==>)

They brought Yiffy WITH them-!? --Oh right. The hostage exchange was supposed to happen here wasn’t it.

Yiffy definitely looks like a Harley-Lalonde daughter in this shot.

JANE: Gamzee Makara, High Court Jester, exalted saint of the purple veil, has left us to traverse that grand, gay carnival in the sky, where, I am told by various members of the clownly cloth, he will spend the rest of history, honking in grand tribute to the Mirthful Messiah.

SINGULAR???

Weird. Is it because Alt!Callie “won” here?

Or is Jane just forgetting because she’s culturally used to monotheism (ironically) and is insensitive.

JANE: And my first memory of our Purple Prince, was his robust codpiece--

Wow.

> (==>)

JANE: --As he offered me his friendly support, along with the sacred blood of his brethren, the holy sacrament--

He STILL killed trolls??! (EDIT: No, a friend points out that she's talking about when she met him first in Act 6 and he tried selling bottles of troll blood to her. EDIT2: -which may be another inconsistency, since Vriska supposedly overwrote that post-retcon.)

> (==>)

It takes Jake a few seconds of puzzled eye contact before he catches exactly what it is Yiffany is tossing down. In his defense, he is distracted by his wife’s speech, which is doing the emotional equivalent of wringing him out like a wet towel, before using that towel to slap the sweaty buttocks of a large, odorous man. Even if he knows everything she’s saying is a load of horsefeathers, it does nothing for his composure to hear her heap praise on that smelly, homewrecking clown.

Bad things about Gamzee deserve to be said here, yes.

Jake wonders what she’ll say about him, at his own funeral.

Now those are some uncomfortable thoughts.

He narrows his eyes in Yiffany’s direction. She’s a lovely girl, really. He wishes he could have gotten to know her under better circumstances. He’d known she existed, of course--Jane had complained about her often enough--but they’d never had much chance to get acquainted. He rather believes her and Tavvy would have been fast friends.

Then again, perhaps it’s better that she never had much of a chance to get to know his family.

He lets go of the leash.

Yep, there’s a plan to set in motion that he’s probably already discussed with her privately. Gotta unite this four-kid team after all.

> (==>)

Wait, are you ATTACKING?!? --Of course you’re attacking. You would even if the plan was something different, wouldn’t you.

JANE: And I know that at times like these it is easy to want to give in. JANE: To throw in the towel, and turn our faces away from the light of democracy and moral fortitude that we, the citizens of the human kingdom, are blessed with from birth. JANE: God knows I’ve had my own faith tested in the last few weeks.

Jesus Christ, what has she turned the place into, a fucking theocracy?

She sounds like the leader of some screwed-up, fundamentalist country! Like the United States!

*rimshot*

JANE: As many of you know, I did not grow up with the same privileges that all of you enjoy.

Jesus.

JANE: I was born on proto-Earth, that half-finished dystopia mangled by the ravages of foolish leadership and endless war.

Jesus, she really IS a self-evident takedown of hypocritical entitled political figures. With the bonuses having Jasprose explicitly ADDRESS said entitlement to make things even clearer cut.

JANE: And as for Gamzee, well, his upbringing was even worse. JANE: He was born to a violent and uncaring home, a lonely child with few natural gifts.

...Some natural gifts and status.

> (==>)

She’s just, shaking with fury here isn’t she? And about to perform an impressive corpse-lob.

JANE: It would be simple to let this disgusting, vile, SHAMEFUL act of spiteful revenge turn us away from the blinding light of the sword of justice that hangs over us all--

This sentence seems suspicious so I’m quoting it to refer to later if I need to, but is probably just platitudes.

> (==>)

JANE: Poised

> (==>)

JANE: Trembling

Okay maybe the sword’s a dick, but what exactly is Yiffany doing?? I’m finding it difficult as usual to tell between some of these image transitions.

> (==>)

JANE: Ready to burst forth--

Bad PR to shock-collar a kid mid press junket. (Very dicks description.)

> (==>)

Click. (Did they swap the shock function with Jane’s necklace somehow, that’d be fun.)

JANE: I want to give up, at times. I understand your pain.

While shocking a kid? GREAT PR.

> (==>)

JANE: I sympathize with your pain.

Wow, those horrified audience members. She REALLY can’t even see herself anymore can she? Not even hear herself. And they’re making sure this is pointed out to EVERYONE watching. They described this as in large part a PR campaign to defeat her, didn’t they?

> (==>)

Great furious businesswoman-villain look, that art.

JANE: But when that pain! Becomes too hard! To endure! JANE: Remember poor, lifeless Gamzee! Who suffered pain far worse than any of us could ever fathom! JANE: THE PAIN OF BETRAYAL!

Click click click. This is a fun sequence.

> (==>)

DIRK: Dude, didn’t you lower the voltage on that shock collar? DIRK: Little Red isn’t looking so hot. JAKE: Yes of course i did but the damn doohickys got the kick of a donkey! JAKE: I couldnt remove it completely shed know i was the one who did it! DIRK: Well, if that supervillain cuntwaffle doesn’t stop, she’s going to kill her. Not really the best at hostage management, is she.

Decent plan. (And of course Dirk would pull out the word cunt.) When’s the cavalry coming?

> (==>)

JANE: But we cannot allow his memory to be in vain! JANE: For Gamzee Makara taught us that even the most loathsome degenerate can take their place in society. JANE: All they need is the right redemption arc - !

Trying to hammer home some of the Epilogue’s trolly-critical themes a little less bleakly, I take it.

I kind of like the violent vibration in ALL of these gifs in a row. It makes the scene seem small, slow, teeth-clenching but still full of steady action, emphasizing the importance of the relatively small events from panel to panel while giving them the sense with the animation of them being [i]drawn out[/i] and tortuous instead of just “occurring”. It feels that way to me, anyway.

> (==>)

If he got up alive here, that’d be hilarious. (Presumably he’s been treated and done-up like a normal funeral body, not “dormant” and undecaying like a dead god-tier.)

> (==>)

CORPSE PUNT w/ CLEATS

> (==>)

That face is just. I love that face.

> (==>)

SHE MAD

JANE: Young lady, I am just about at the end of my rope with you. JANE: Throw all the dog bowls you want at the walls of my warship. JANE: But don’t you dare act up in front of a JANE: Live JANE: Fucking JANE: Newsfeed! YIFFY: Grrrrrr

What did you expect to happen? Do you expect to shout her down from this, Jane?

JANE: After everything I’ve done for you--paying for your education, helping your parents cover up your existence from the world! JANE: Just imagine what Rose and Jade would say if they could see you now, even dissidents can have a little decorum! JANE: Get down from there at once! YIFFY: Grrrrrr

But this is GAMZEE. --I guess it’s seriously disrespectful to his followers, though. Still. If you wanted civility from her, a shock collar, leash, and food bowl wasn’t the way to go about it.

JANE: Don’t you threaten me, young lady. Not today! YIFFY: GRRRRRRRRR

What is your PLAN even, Jane? You’ve completely disregarded her.

JANE: There’s nowhere for you to go. My agents are swarming this church. Be reasonable, Yiffany. JANE: Ugh. JANE: Disgusting name. JANE: But that’s hardly your fault. You were always just a footnote. Your parents’ little prank. JANE: Honestly, that’s why I helped them all those years ago! I do love a good jape. JANE: But let’s be serious. JANE: You don’t matter. If you did, they would have come for you already.

Can all the press hear her being such an asshole?

Okay, stereotypically, their arrival should be the next couple panels:

> (==>)

Jake, do something useful like hoping harder.

> (==>)

And she knocks the remote away. Excellent.

And she does. Seemingly at the end of her tolerance for insults toward her name, social status, and heritage, Yiffy performs an impressive backflip off the podium and down onto the church floor. One that, if it hadn’t been happening amidst a sea of other newsworthy events, would surely have ended up on someone’s instagram story within thirty seconds. She gives Gamzee’s corpse one last parting kick: a hard, proper kick that proves those cleats aren’t just for fashion. Although they are certainly also for fashion.

Good, good.

He vanishes into the seething crowd, and we are confident that we will never have to deal with this asshole ever again.

God damnit.

> (==>)

Jake watches this from a safe distance, poised on the edge of intervening to pull Yiffy out of there. But in the end he doesn’t have to. Instead he watches in admiration as she tears the place to utter shreds. An echoing sympathy swells inside of him as she rends apart the funeral flowers and punts Gamzee into the shrieking congregation. Here is a girl who felt the cold, indecent hand of fate wrapping around her, and instead of submitting to it and slowly sublimating down into morasse of boiled doormat, she slapped it away from her with a lively oh, no thank you.

All at once, Jake feels immense affection for his granddaughter. He hopes the two of them can make up for lost time.

Lessons belatedly learned, but learned nonetheless.

> (==>)

JANE: Enough of this. JANE: Seize her!

Kind of Red Queen of you. (Are those stained glass windows in back of the frame about to burst?)

> (==>)

Yep.

The stained glass window shatters inward, obliterated to stardust. The war is knocking.

Even attacking a disgusting faith’s church is pretty bad form, though.

Tired and busy, seeya next upd8. <3

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English Translation of Novel 2: Chapter 1 – The Bull’s Day Off (Part 2 of 2)

Here’s the second part of The Bull’s Day Off! While the last chapter featured the Black Bulls trying to fix the figure they broke via more traditional means, this chapter features them performing all sorts of weird rituals in the hopes that Vanessa’s magic tool will fix it. More Black Bulls also make an appearance. Finally, Yami has a nice, relaxing night out at the end of all this.

--- The Bull’s Day Off (Part 1) ---

“Fire Magic: Exploding Buckshot!”

Magna barked, throwing fireballs of magic with a sweeping overhand throw.

“Bring it ooooooooon!”

Balls of fire flew through the air with an unstable trajectory. Asta struck each and every one of them in a flash with his large, black sword, knocking some of them down, knocking some of them back toward Magna, and slicing others in half.

“Asta-kun! Me too, me too! Lightning Magic: Thunderclap Crumbling Orb!”

Immediately after he dealt with Magna’s fireballs, Luck threw a ball of lightning at Asta’s back. It was, without a doubt, the most unfavorable place Luck could aim for Asta, but with a warlike smile on his face,

“Nuuuuoooooohhhhh!!”

With one large motion, he twisted his body around, and with terrible posture and a full swing of his sword, he sliced the ball of lightning in two.

It was a practice battle so intense that one wrong move could lead to serious injuries. They went to a forest just a bit ahead of the hideout, where this fierce exchange of attacks has been going on for some time.

“……Okay, time’s up! You can stop!”

Vanessa, who was watching the three from a distance, yelled out to them. After doing so, the battle stopped in an instant and the three of them hurried toward Vanessa, with Luck being the only one of the three who looked disappointed that it was over.

“How was that, Vanessa!? Did we clear it!?”

“Wait for just a moment. We’ll get a response from it any moment now!”

Vanessa responded to Asta’s desperate pleas as she, too, stared so hard at the vase that her eyes were bloodshot. Every time they clear one of the tasks, a diamond mark should appear on the vase. As they all stood hoping to see that mark appear, Finral scratched his head incredulously,

“……I mean, could something as weird as this really be considered a ritual?”

……That’s right. Just as Vanessa said, all the rituals were rather unique. No. Rather than “unique”, “freaking weird” would be a better way to describe them. It was hard to imagine that these were rituals associated with a magic tool, and rather than a printed manual, these rituals were merely scribbled down on a scrap piece of parchment.

Aside from that, they had nothing else to depend on, so everyone was skeptical as they began the first ritual - “for a preset amount of time, have an all-out magic battle”. Incidentally, this ritual was meant to reproduce the “passion” that was poured into the figure when it was made, but……

“…...How do I put this? That doesn’t sound like a ritual for a magic tool at all, and I feel like there’s other ways to do this…...”

“Shut up, Finral. If you’re going to complain, go complain to Domina since she’s the one who made….. Oh!?”

As if in reaction to Finral’s and Vanessa’s conversation, the vase began to glow with a pale light.

“Alriiiiiiiight!! We cleared it one shot! …….. Wait, huh?”

Asta let out a shout of victory, but a diamond did not engrave the vase. Instead, letters rose to its surface. What they spelt out was……

[You, delinquent boy -> You never smiled, so do it over again.]

“Okay, that’s it! I’m going to shatter you to pieces!!”

“Wait, Magna-senpai!?”

Magna was about to kick the vase, but Asta jumped in and put Magna in a choke hold.

“Don’t stop me, Asta! I’d be fine if it didn’t like the way I was fighting, but the fact it didn’t like my face pisses me off!!”

“No, well, I don’t really get it either, but there must be some reason behind it……! W-what’s it talking about, Vanessa!?”

Asta couldn’t think up a good response, so he asked for help from Vanessa. After thinking for some time, she seemed to finally come up with something.

“……I’m sorry. There might be one more condition to the ritual.”

With an awkward expression on her face, she took out the piece of parchment once more.

“There’s more than just difficulty and pain in creating something. Therefore, you must smile as if you are having fun when you perform this ritual…… that’s what’s written.”

‘The next time I see Domina, I’m going to slap her,’ Noelle thought to herself. Just as Noelle determined to do so, next to her, Magna shouted,

“The hell kind of condition is that!? Also, if that’s what was written, you should’ve told us earlier!”

“I-I can’t help it! It was so ridiculous, I thought she must’ve just written that in there while she was drunk or something!”

‘She was probably drunk when she wrote the whole thing,’ Noelle thought.

“Besides, even if I said this from the start, would you really have been able to do it!?”

“Of course I would have!”

Magna pushed back the silver hairs he was so proud of, raised his brows, opened his sharp eyes as wide as they could go, and finally, his mouth warped into an ominous, crooked smile. The result was one of the most despicable looking smiling faces they had ever seen.

“How’s that for ya!? If I knew from the start, I would’ve cleared the ritual, no sweat!”

Magna said angrily as he continued to smile, but another message appeared on the vase.

[You, delinquent boy -> Your face is garbage]

“……Okay, I get it. I’m gonna smash you into little pieces!”

“Again, calm down!!”

Asta jumped at Magna, who was about to throw a fireball at the vase, to stop him once more. After that, they replaced Magna with Finral and cleared the ritual.

Then, for the second ritual, they returned to the dining room of the hideout, where the women did the next trial.

“Hey! This curry was specially made by me, so you better eat it up!”

“I-I made some special curry, too!”

This ritual was meant to recreate the “creative originality” used to make the figure - “Use your magic to make a creative dish, and the whole thing must be eaten (you must make enough to serve the number of people with you times five).”

Just as before, the ritual was weird, but it was much less difficult than the previous task. After all that combat training, they were starving. Luck went to stand guard at Yami’s room alone, but, thankfully, it was a task whose conditions could be satisfied even with one less person. If that’s all to this task, then this should go smoothly.

“……Hey, are you screwing with me, you drunkard woman? Why is the stew purple? The threads used to bind the meat are floating in here, too. It looks like maggots.”

“Y-you said this is curry, Noelle-chan? Ummm, all I see is mud-brown water…... when you added water, did you measure it?”

……Well, it would have gone smoothly if the women of the Black Bulls had any feminine abilities. All the cooking at the Black Bulls’ hideout is done through Charmy’s “Cotton Creation Magic: Sheep Cook” spell, so there was no helping that the other women of the Black Bulls couldn’t cook. It’s not like Magna and Finral could cook, either, so……

“Shut up, you virgin delinquent! I added some purple snake to the dish to subtly enhance the flavor! Plus, the threads are from some of my thread magic that ended up getting mixed in, so it’s safe! It’s not like eating this will kill you!”

Rather than subtly enhance the flavor, the addition of the snakes caused the dish to emit an odor of despair. Combined with the remnants of her thread magic, her dish could hardly be considered “food”.

“It’s curry. I’m royalty, and I’m telling you that it’s curry, so it’s curry.”

‘The word “royalty” is not such an omnipotent word that it can turn this into curry,’ ……is the thought that was drawn on Finral’s and Magna’s faces.

“You guys, if you’re not gonna eat it, can I have it!?”

“…….Huh?”

Asta pulled the food dishes (if you could call them that) that were in front of them toward himself with his own two hands. When they looked at him, they saw that he already had a countless number of dishes piled up in front of him.

“L-look! I told you it’s edible!”

Noelle said triumphantly as she watched him. She was a little bothered by the fact that whether it was “edible” or not was the measuring stick she was using to measure her skills as a cook, but that was beside the point.

“H-how is it Asta? W-what do you think of my cooking……?”

Noelle mumbled as she asked Asta. There wasn’t any special meaning behind her question. It’s just that she would feel more motivation if she got a few words from someone about her cooking, rather than having to continue making food without hearing anyone’s impression. That’s all…….

“Yeah! It’s totally edible!”

Asta had his usual energetic smile on his face as he answered Noelle, who fidgeted as he continued,

“After all, I was raised in a church! No matter what it is, it’s rude to eat something and act as if you don’t like it! That’s what Sister Lily taught me!”

“Don’t say that so bluntly!!”

Thanks to Asta’s efforts, they cleared the second ritual.

And so, after that, they all continued to clear one strange ritual after another. They cleared the third trial, designed to recreate the “copying” that is inherently associated with creating something – “Imitate the person next to you while using magic”.

“Wooo Hooo! Finral-kun~ You can fire off your magic as quick as you want, okaaaay~”

“Why are you talking like some kind of party animal!? I don’t act like that, Vanessa-san…… wait, umm… I ain’t that flashy! Don’t mess with me, ya hear!? Y-ya cheeky broad!”

“Finral-senpai! I don’t talk like that, either…… wait…… i-it’s not like I…… actually talk like that, okaaaaaay!?”

“……Um, hey, you bas……t-tard……. Hey…….”

Starting from the beginning……

· Vanessa was imitating Finral

· Finral was imitating Asta

· Asta was imitating Noelle

· And Noelle was imitating Magna

Noelle was so embarrassed that she looked like she was about to cry on two separate occasions, but they managed to clear the trial.

They cleared the fourth trial, designed to recreate the “asceticism” that is inherently associated with creating something – “Use magic to smash a large number of expensive bottles of wine.”

“Vanessa! I understand how you feel, but please hand your wine over to us! We don’t have time to buy any!”

“N-no way! If I don’t have this, then I……I won’t have anything to look forward to tomorrow, you know!?”

Despite Asta’s desperate pleas, Vanessa held her wine bottles as if they were her own children as she weeped. Seeing this caused the others to back away from her, but Magna stepped up and said with a grave tone in his voice,

“……When these rituals are over, you should go see a doctor, you drunken woman.”

After clearing their hideout of all the expensive wine (most of it belonging to Vanessa), they cleared the ritual.

They cleared the fifth trial, designed to recreate the “Expressiveness” that is inherently associated with creating something – “Use magic to perform a party trick and show it off.”

“……W-with this, it’s all over.”

Finral said haggardly after using his spatial magic “Secret technique: Stop hitting yourself!”

The group finished the last ritual at the same place they started, in the basin of the forest outside the hideout.

“……Yeah. But we also don’t have time for any do-overs.”

Just as Magna said, the sun was setting in the west, preparing for night to begin. There wasn’t much time left before they had to wake Yami up. They all stared at the vase as if in prayer.

“……Huh……?”

Mana gathered inside the vase, and…….

“……Ha ha, hey, look at this! This means we did it, right!? We’ve done it, right!?”

Finral shouted as he held the vase high in the air. The last diamond appeared on the vase, making five in total.

“All right! How about it, ya vase bastard!! We cleared them all!!”

‘And I bet my smile’s just fine right now!’

“We did it! Yay! A ha ha, that means we can kill each other again tomorrow!”

Magna cried manly tears as he celebrated in his own delinquent way. Luck patted his shoulder while he voiced his dangerous thoughts out loud. Meanwhile, Finral and Vanessa high-fived.

“……We did it.”

Noelle staggered to the ground. She felt anxious throughout all the rituals. Looking back at everything that happened, everyone here was complicit to some degree. However, the one who dented the doll first was none other than herself. Because of that, she felt a great amount of responsibility for everything that had happened. Nobody placed the blame on her, but that might be the very reason why she felt the most guilt out of everyone. Having been released of that burden, knowing now that the others won’t get caught up in her mess, her legs finally gave out.

“See? I told ya, Noelle!”

Asta held out his hand toward Noelle and smiled his usual smile.

“Nothing will happen unless you try, right?”

“……Stupid Asta. This situation is nothing like what you were talking about earlier.”

Noelle retorted, averting her gaze away from his face. She certainly thought that taking on any challenge without giving up was a virtue, but such an attitude also has its risks. There are times when doing things that way could cause you to lose even more than if you simply gave up.

…..However,

“Well, still…… you’re right.”

Noelle took Asta’s hand and squeezed it as she pulled herself up. There are also times when, after trying again and again without fear of failure, one can grasp victory. That was something she was certain of. Maybe she was just bad at giving up, but, even so, these were the results of their will. Their actions bore fruit. That’s why Noelle…….

“……This time, I’ll let you win this round.”

…….Was able to smile at Asta and say that.

‘……W-wait!? I was so caught up in everything that I…… held Asta’s hand!!’

“Still, I’m so relieved! All we have to do is put the figure in the vase now!”

Just as Noelle’s face flushed a pure red, Finral cheerfully approached them.

“So, where did you put the figure, Noelle-chan?”

They were afraid of it getting broken again, so they didn’t bring the figure with them, opting instead to have someone hide it in the hideout. That role was assigned to her, but……

“……In the common area, behind the counter.”

…….That’s right. So that Yami wouldn’t see it, she hid it behind one of the liquor bottles. However……

“However, I temporarily moved it on top of the counter when we were getting the wine for the ritual.”

That’s right. That was rough. So that the figure wouldn’t get broken by Vanessa, who was resisting against having her bottles destroyed, Noelle took the figure out and, for the moment, placed it at the edge of the counter.

“……A-and, after calming Vanessa down, I kept it out while we were preparing for the next ritual……”

Noelle began to sweat.

“……. And I…… forgot…… to hide it.”

“WHAT!?”

The sense of accomplishment that everyone was feeling was blown away in an instant, and the fear of death took over once again.

“Don’t screw with us! We got this far, and yet…… you forgot to do something as basic as that!?”

“T-there was no helping it! There was a lot going on. B-besides, you’re also in the wrong for not noticing!”

“AAAAAH, we’re screwed! Yami’s gonna come waltzing into the common area with some tea or something any moment now! We’re so screwed! We’re gonna be fish food!”

“I-t’s alright! I’ll just tell him I did it! Then…… me and Captain Yami will…… A ha, a HA HA HA!”

Magna was screaming while pulling at his hair, Noelle was screaming while she sobbed, Finral was screaming while he crawled on the ground, and Luck screamed with a smile on his face. The sense of unity they had earlier was now completely gone. All that remained was a picture of Hell.

“C-calm down! This isn’t the end for us yet!”

Vanessa managed to calm herself down just enough to say the words she needed to hear herself.

“……For now, let’s return to the hideout.”

“Ummmm…… yeah, we’re okay. There’s no sign of Captain Yami.”

“Okay…… then, let’s go.”

After Luck used his mana perception, Vanessa signaled to everyone else, who were hiding in the bushes, to begin moving forward toward the entrance of the hideout.

“A ha ha! I can’t say for sure, though. This is the Captain we’re talking about, so he could be hiding his mana and waiting for us at the front door!”

“…..Please don’t say something so ominous.”

Vanessa shot him down, but she couldn’t help but imagine Yami’s figure looming near the countertop, his expression so wrathful that he looked like a demon as black mana oozed from his body.

“…..I’m going to open the door.”

She shook her head to rid herself of the image and put her hand on the front door. After everyone nodded in affirmation, she slowly opened the door……

“…..He’s not there.”

At first, she only peeked half her face through the door, but then the second half soon followed as she confirmed that he wasn’t in the common area. It looked like they somehow managed to avoid the situation they feared most.

“Alright! Then, let’s hurry and put the figure in the vase……”

Asta took the initiative and started toward the figure, but then,

“Lah~ You’re all finally back! Let’s eat together right now! Let’s eat!”

“……You were eating the entire time we were on our mission, forehead.”

“Charmy Pappitson…… and Gauche-senpai.”

He couldn’t hear them when he was at the entrance, but Charmy Pappitson and Gauche Adlai were sitting on the couch in the common area, doing something.

“……W-welcome back. I guess your mission is over, huh?”

“Yeah, we finished and just got back a little while ago~ We were playing with this while we were waiting for you all to get back~!”

While she held her food with one hand, she used her other hand to point to the top of the table.

“Gauche made something really amazing!”

What stood on top of the table was……

“I’m not the amazing one. What’s amazing is Marie’s beauty…. My sister and Goddess of Salvation.”

“………….”

A perfectly crafted clay figure of Marie. Gauche picked it up as his nose bled.

“I’ll let you guys worship her, too. Now, ignorant sheeple, circle around and prostrate yourself before her revolutionary cuteness.”

“…… Let me ask you this, just in case.”

Vanessa’s voice was dreadfully low as she asked Gauche, who had a smug expression on his face.

“……Where did you get that clay?”

“Ah? This?”

Gauche pointed his finger toward the countertop.

“It was left over there. It looked like the first Wizard King, but it looked like it was broken, so I turned it into a figure of Marie. I’m sure the clay is much happier like-WOAH!?”

Before he could finish talking, Vanessa made a mad dash toward him and kneed him in the face.

“What are you doing, you drunk woman!? What would you have done if you got my nose blood on Marie!?”

“Shall I make it so that your nose bleeds for the rest of your life!? Do you…… understand what you’ve just done!? You Sis-Con!?”

As she explained earlier, more than half of the figure’s clay body was now altered, so the vase would no longer be able to repair it. In other words, this figure, which has been completely altered into a Marie figure, will now remain a Marie figure forever. Even if they put the figure in the vase, it will still be Marie…….

“What are we supposed to do now!? I want my wine back, dammit!”

“Please stop, Vanessa! You’re angry for a totally selfish reason right now!”

When Vanessa grabbed the collar of Gauche’s shirt, Asta rushed in stop her. As he watched this scene unfold, Finral fell down to his knees.

“…….Oh no, oh nooooo! We’re done for! This time, we’re seriously done for!”

Finral cried out as he pulled at his hair. Everyone else soon followed after him like a chain reaction, and, once again, chaos reigned. Their reactions were so extreme that one would think they were chosen to be sacrificed to the devil, even though all they did was break someone’s personal belongings.

“……Hey, I don’t get what’s going on with you all, but calm down. Look, when you look at Marie’s face, you’ll feel at ease. It’s alright. It may be addictive, but it’s safe.”

“Everyone’s just hangry! For now, you should eat this. Wanna try it?”

Just as Charmy and Gauche joined in the chaos, suddenly,

“……Hey, it’s already this late? I told you to wake me up.”

Everyone’s ears perked up as they heard the footsteps of destruction.

“Y-Yami-san……”

Finral said as if he just witnessed the end of the world. The cause of those footsteps, Yami, rubbed his eyes drowsily as he lumbered down the stairs. With no backup plans left, everyone found themselves unable to do anything other than quiver in fear.

“Yeah, that’s right. It’s Yami-san. Because you all didn’t wake Yami-san up, Yami-san was almost late. Yami-san had to get his ass in high-gear and…… hm?”

Before long, everyone found themselves face-to-face with Yami, who froze stiff for about two seconds when he saw the figure on the table.

“Huh? Don’t tell me that’s the figure of the first wizard king I-

“…….I’m sorry!!”

Faster than Yami could finish speaking, Noelle rushed up in front of him, and with great vigor, bowed her head.

“A lot of things happened, and it ended up like that, but…… the person who broke the figure first was me! T-this is all my fault!”

That’s right. She was the first one to cause direct damage to the figure. The others only got involved because of her. In fact, it only ended up so terribly damaged because they tried to fix it. She was the true culprit of this crime. If she puts herself at the center before everyone else, maybe he’ll only get angry at her. This is what she thought as she prepared to elaborate, but at that moment,

“We’re sorry!!!!”

“………Huh!?”

The apologies of her squad mates resounded through the common area.

“Even if Noelle wasn’t there, I’m the one who broke the wall! Actually Noelle protected the figure from the explosion I caused! If you’re gonna kill anyone, kill me!!”

“Actually, if I didn’t open a spatial hole in such a weird place, you wouldn’t have broken the wall…… b-but Yami-san! Please! Tomorrow! Please let me live just long enough to go to tomorrow’s mixer!! I beg of you! I beg of you!”

Together with Asta and Finral, the others swarmed around Yami.

“Yeah, but even if all that happened, I’m the one who really wrecked that figure. A ha ha! That’s why you should have a battle to the death with me, Captain!”

“No, to begin with, if I had only put that figure in Yami-san’s room right away! Gwooooh! I’m unworthy to be your righthand man!!

As Luck and Magna screamed, Vanessa, too, had an anguished expression on her face.

“If you’re going to bring that up, then I’m the one who asked him to show me the figure. That’s why this is all my fault…… but, I beg of you! Before you execute me, let me have a drink! I’m….. seriously at my limit!”

“I don’t really know what’s going on, but I’m the one who changed the figure into an entirely different person. That means this is my fault…… well, Marie’s cuteness is also criminal.”

“But, but! I also watched you without saying anything. So I’m at fault, too! ……. Ah, but, I wouldn’t like it if you take away my food as punishment……”

Finally, Gauche and Charmy jumped into the fray, and the situation spiraled out of control. It was probably impossible to tell who was in the wrong.

“…… Hey, Noelle! Don’t just apologize all on your own!”

“Ouch!”

Amidst the chaos, Asta whispered angrily at Noelle and gave her a light karate chop.

“We all messed up here, so we’ll all apologize together! Don’t go getting a head start on us!”

“T-that wasn’t what I was trying to do at all……”

Noelle was going to object, but as she thought about it…… even from the start, nobody tried to pin the blame on anyone. Everyone simply tried to repair the figure as if it were their problem, too.

“Don’t go carrying the burden all on your own. Give some of that burden to us!”

“………”

……Noelle realized it for the second time that day. Everyone here thought of the others’ problems as their own. For just one member of their squad, everyone moves with all their might. The Black Bulls was that sort of group. She was already accustomed to being a part of such a group, and yet……

“……I-I know that. Don’t sound so high and mighty when you say that.”

Noelle felt like crying again, but for a completely different reason from before. She was barely able to utter her retort before Asta smiled his usual big smile,

“Then good! Let’s all apologize to Captain Yami one more…… hm?”

Yami wordlessly moved toward the figure standing on the table, and, suddenly,

BAM!!

He smashed the figure into pieces with his large hand.

“WHAAAAAAAAAA-!?!?”

Everyone (especially Gauche) was shocked by the God of Destruction’s sudden strange behavior.

“…….Huh… what… is this……?”

“It’s… going back to…… normal?”

As Vanessa and Noelle said, the clay began to glow with a faint light as it gradually pieced itself together back into a person. A few moments later, it returned to its original form as the first Wizard King.

“………Umm, sorry. Yami-san, what just happened…….?”

After a prolonged silence, Finral fearfully asked Yami. Yami put a cigarette into his mouth as he responded,

“It’s a magic tool. It remembers the first thing it was crafted into. No matter how much or how many times its shape changes, if you smash it up completely like this, it will return to its original form.”

“……So, in other words?”

Yami struck a match and lit his cigarette. He let out a puff of smoke and spoke in the same casual way he always does,

“There’ll be no punishments. You never broke it in the first place.”

“…….!”

After hearing such an exchange between Finral and Yami, Noelle couldn’t help but let out a cheer of victory. The others, too, let out a huge - a truly huge - sigh of relief.

“……What a relief…… Ha ha, I’m so relieved! I’ll be alive tomorrow! I can talk to girls tomorrow! I can go to the mixer!”

Finral raised both his hands in the air and shouted. Meanwhile, Magna, with tears in his eyes,

“H-huh? What’s with me……? Once I realized I’ll be able to see the sunrise tomorrow, these tears just suddenly…..!”

“……Yeah, well, your attitudes from earlier were good. Now I understand very well what you guys think about me.”

Yami said while facing Finral and Magna before turning his gaze toward Noelle.

“Well, just like this figure, no matter how many times he’s crushed, that super zealous king of seriousness will return as good as new. At least, that’s the amazing message I wanted my present to have…... If it wasn’t a magic tool like that, there’s no way I would’ve brought it to a place as dangerous as this. I would’ve put it away myself.”

“……You have a point there.”

Noelle found herself unable to do anything but nod. After all, he was absolutely right.

“So we rushed to conclusions, huh? ……Come to think of it, that means my wine was destroyed for nothing, right!?”

“Ha ha, we’re safe, so that doesn’t matter, does it? Let’s all go buy some together later!”

Vanessa became enranged once she realized it, but Finral calmed her down with a wry smile. Incidentally, Noelle felt neither happy nor irritated, but she didn’t feel empty, either. Perhaps, just as Finral said, the feeling of relief stemming from the fact they were now safe overpowered all other emotions. That’s all she felt, plus something else……

‘Give some of that burden to us!’

If it weren’t for that simple idea, she never would have heard Asta’s words. She probably never would have held his hand either. That’s why, she thought, things were best the way they were now.

“Huh? What’s up, Noelle? Is there something on my face?”

“……Hm, huh? Wha-!?”

Having just realized that she was subconsciously staring at Asta’s face, she turned her face away from his in a panic.

“Ah, you have it all…… wrong. I was just spacing out a bit, so…… i-it really isn’t what you think! Stupid Asta!”

“Ow! That hurt! Why did you slap me!? Stop with the senseless violence!”

“……Seriously, what do you guys take me for, anyway? Even if that figure wasn’t repairable, I wouldn’t have been that mad at you.”

As he watched Asta and Noelle from the side, Yami sluggishly made his way toward the countertop table.

“I can make as many of these things as I need, but I can’t replace idiots like you, so I wouldn’t have made a big fuss over something as little as that.”

“Y……Yami-san……!”

‘I’m pretty sure there would have been a huge fuss, actually……’ Finral thought to himself, but he was so moved by the current atmosphere that he had to wipe tears from his face. This time, maybe they were the ones who made too big a fuss. He may have told the rest of the squad otherwise, but Yami wasn’t that violent nor irrational. He’s a tolerant Captain who is considerate of the feelings of his squad members.

“……I’m really sorry for not waking you up on time! Now, let’s go, Yami-san! I’ll take you anywhere you want!”

“……Hm?”

Just as Finral drew closer to Yami, Yami tilted his head.

“Hey, do you know what happened to the liquor I kept over there?”

“Ah, the liquor that was on the counter?”

Finral glanced sideways toward Vanessa, who was still depressed, and said with a wry smile,

“Well, during one of the rituals we did to restore the figure, we ended up smashing every single bottle. Ha ha, but we’ll buy more right away, so……”

“……One of those bottles was ‘Ryuuzen Cagula”, a rare, expensive wine that only gets shipped here once per year.”

“…………………Huh?”

In that instance, everyone felt it on their skin.

“For tonight’s drinking party, I carefully, carefully took out my Ryuuzen Cagula wine……. And placed it on the countertop.”

The warm atmosphere they had was blown away in an instant, replaced by an increasingly hellish chill.

“……Hmmm. I see. So, you guys smashed it to pieces, huh? My favorite wine…… hmmm”

The air around Yami became pitch black. Everyone knew what was coming.

“……Huh, wait……? Y-Yami-san…… huh? What about…… what you were saying earlier…….?”

In a last-ditch attempt to protect himself, Finral somehow managed to squeeze those words out of him as he shivered in fear.

“……What I was saying earlier?”

“Y-yeah. T-that you wouldn’t make a big deal out of us…… breaking any of your things……”

“Aaah, that.”

Yami’s loomed near the countertop, his expression so wrathful that he looked like a demon as black mana oozed from his body.

“Did I say that?”

In the end, they learned that the God of Destruction truly was that violent and irrational.

“……And that’s why I brought this cheap wine here. Sorry ‘bout that.”

Yami apologized as he filled the cup belonging to the man sitting before him. A square table separated them, and the man sat across from Yami as if he ready to interview him for a job.

“……I see. Well, that’s alright.”

That man was the current Wizard King, Julius Novachrono. He drank the wine that was poured for him and made a wry smile. After visiting Fuegoleon, Yami headed for the arbor in the courtyard of the Magic Knights headquarters. There, he met with Julius, where they began drinking together.

“So, what happened to those young ones at the Black Bulls after that?”

‘Don’t tell me you really drowned them in the beaches of Raque……’ Julius thought to himself as he asked. Yami sounded completely uninterested as he replied,

“Who knows? I told them all to run 80 laps around the hideout and do 40 sets of 70 pushups, sit-ups, squats, and bunny hops, so they’re probably all still doin’ that.”

Julius thought to himself that he should give everyone in the Black Bulls a bit of a raise, just for this month, at least. He’ll talk to the accounting department later. That can be listed on their salaries as “muscle care”.

“However…… As usual, your team gets along well. They’re good at working together.”

‘We broke one of our captain’s things’…… That fact by itself was enough for them to act as a monolithic force, and everyone tried their best to solve the problem. Moreover, it had nothing to do with their jobs as knights. This was all during their time off. All this just from getting harassed by Yami……. No, even though Yami’s influence in this case was certainly large, their cooperation was far too smooth. If they didn’t trust each other from the start, they wouldn’t have been able to work together so quickly.

“……I wish the other Magic Knight Squads were like yours.”

“Huh? You want them to copy my Spartan way of coaching of them?”

“No. Not that.”

If he let Yami coach the other squads, the Magic Knights Brigade would become the Muscle Brigade.

“I was talking about the mutual trust and ability to cooperate that your squad has. I want everyone to get along the way your squad does, but that hasn’t happened.”

Julius said sadly as he lightly shook the contents of his cup. The magic knight squads are awarded “stars” in proportion to their achievements and activities. By having them compete against each other to earn the most stars, the motivation of every knight has increased. However, on the other hand, it’s undeniable that this has helped foster a lack of cooperation between knights. Even though they are all comrades who are a part of the very same Order of Magic Knights, they have become so fixated on earning starts that some knights have started trying to outwit their own comrades. Even if they work together smoothly, their competitiveness has become a hindrance that causes them to negatively influence each other.

Of course, not everyone is like that, but each squad in the Magic Knights contained people like that, and that worried Julius.

“…… Moreover, we were just attacked by the Eye of the Midnight Sun. They just declared their firm intent to fight us, so we need to become more monolithic than ever, but…… we’re not really there yet.”

“Well, that’s just it. You can’t expect everyone to start gettin’ along well just because you told them to.”

“……Ha ha, you’re talking as if it’s not your problem.”

Julius laughed when he heard Yami speak in such an uninterested way.

“But, actually, I don’t think it’s a problem you need to worry about. When the time comes for us to fight, I think everyone will realize that they need to put their feelings aside and cooperate.”

“Well, you’re probably right……”

‘By the time everyone realizes it, it could be too late……,’ Julius thought, though he also felt that Yami was probably correct. Right now, it’s not a serious problem. It might be a good idea to observe the current state of affairs before he takes any concrete measures. If he were to do anything at this stage, it would be……

“……I might have other squads take a look at the way your squad does things, so that they can follow by example.”

Julius whispered.

“……Hm? Sorry, did you say something?”

Yami asked as he poured wine into his cup. Julius had a small smile on his face as he shook his head,

“No, it’s nothing……”

And took a sip of his wine. It certainly tasted cheap. That said, Julius wasn’t too picky about his liquor, and even if he were, he wouldn’t have complained.

“……Now then, it’s been awhile since we’ve had a drink together, so let’s stop talking about work.”

If he ignored their official positions at work, Julius thought of Yami like a little brother, or perhaps even as a son. No matter how bad the wine is, it tastes delicious if they drink it together.

“Let me hear about how things have been for you lately.”

And so, time passed deep into the night as they talked.

“……Hm? Hey Yami, now that I think about it…..”

Julius opened a second bottle of wine as they continued conversing with each other.

“……Well, with your ability to read someone’s Ki, you must have known they were trying to hide something from you, right?”

“Ah, yeah.”

Yami nodded at Julius’s question.

“I knew, but it seemed interesting, so I let them swim free for a while.”

“…………”

‘……Instead of just this month, maybe I should give his squad a raise for the rest of the year.’

--- The Bull’s Day Off: The End ---

I always thought Julius thought of Yami as his son, but I guess Julius isn’t even sure himself what he thinks of Yami. Well, it’s certain that he thinks of him as ‘family’, at least.

If Yami called them out at the beginning, they wouldn’t have broken the bottles, so, in the end, isn’t the fact he’s drinking cheap wine his own fault?

His reasoning behind why he’s giving that statue to Fuegoleon was really thoughtful of him though. His gift-giving sense is actually really good.

I wonder if they should have had the guys cook for the second trial instead….. Maybe they don’t cook, but they don’t seem like they would be that bad.

Considering the fact that every other Black Bull got to appear in this chapter, I feel bad for Grey and Gordan. No appearances for them in the second novel ;A;

#Black Clover #Yami Sukehiro #Asta #noelle silva #finral roulacase #magna swing #luck voltia #vanessa enoteca #charmy pappitson #gauche adlai #julius novachrono #translation #order of knights book

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The Sight You See (Superhero AU)

Summary: Jonathan Voorhees has a very peculiar life. With juggling with his work as a server, keeping his identity as the infamous hero, Delirious, a secret, all the while trying to get his father out of solitary confinement; Jonathan really has his hands full. Not to mention suddenly having to deal with becoming the unofficial leader for a misfit of ex-villains. Luckily, he has help from an organisation of heroes led by the notorious hero, Vanoss, in keeping Los Santos safe. Too bad that the organisation hates Delirious with a passion. Add unnecessary feelings, secret identities, misunderstandings, and the fact that everyone keeps mistaking Delirious as a villain, and it’s a recipe for a disaster.

Chapter 1: Boring (also on AO3)

“Calling all available units: we have a Code 10 at Los Santos Jewelry mart located at 607 Commerce. Robbery. Suspects show to be extremely hostile and heavily armed. Reports indicate that there are three suspects, possibly all males. Two civilians are being held hostage. Law enforcement is already on the scene. Proceed with caution.”

The sound of gunshots pierced the air as police cars surrounded the building, law enforcement already at the scene had their guns trained at the storefront, barking out orders to each other.

Inside the store, three men clad in all black barricaded the doors and windows. One of the men, wearing a dark grey ski mask, pointed his AK-47 at two women cowering in a corner. Next to him, the owner of the store lied dead, blood flowing profusely from a bullet wound on the forehead. He sneered at them, “Shut yer’ crying and stay put before I shoot ya.”

The women only continued to cry, their throats hoarse as they begged for mercy. Annoyed, the man reached forward and snatched one of the women by their hair, her cries growing hysterical as he dragged her closer. “I said, shut up!” He growled, pressing the nuzzle harshly against her temple. Her cries dissolved to short heaves and hiccups, her cheeks drenched with tears.

“Have the rats done well with our demands?” he barked, training his gaze at the other two men stuffing jewels and cash in large duffle bags.

“Not yet, boss,” one replied once he finished zipping up one of the bags. The other helped stack the duffle bags near the entrance, careful to keep an eye on the other woman crouched low to the ground, whimpering.

The boss bared his teeth, “slimy rats! Can’t follow simple directions.”

The woman clutched in his grip began to cry once more as he drags her to the front of the shop, uncaring when her knees scraped harshly on the floor after losing her footing. With a grunt, he thrusts her forward, her face slamming painfully against the glass window.

He smiled at the immediate response of the police. They stepped forward, guns held high. But they didn’t dare come any closer, knowing full well that the woman pressed against the window was a warning.

“Listen her’, if ya don’t have a car ready for us, this pretty thing will have her brains plastered all over the walls. Got it?!” He screamed, and with the way the police force expressions darken, he knew they heard him.

Behind him, the two goons continued to loot the store. With smiles on their faces, they talked of their future riches, eyes clouded with greed. Plans of escaping to another country, buying expensive houses and cars; one mention taking his family with him to live a better life. The boss’ lips curled in disgust as the two goons talked, snarling when the woman beneath him continued to whimper and cry.

“Alright, boss!” one yelled, “the bags are all filled. I think we’re done here.”

“About time,” the boss snaps, “you lot are so fucking useless.”

The two flinched at the words but they managed to collect themselves. “Sorry, boss. But, we manage to get everything done! Now, all we have to do is wait for the car they promise and we’ll be home free.”

“But, how are well going to escape with both the bags and the hostages?” One asked, motioning to the woman still crouching low to the ground.

The boss growls once more, throwing the women in his grasp towards the other hostage. He watched as the two quickly crawled to each other’s arms, tucking their faces in the other’s neck as they cried.

Disgusting.

He takes a step forward, pleased with the way they cowered. “I changed my mind,” he suddenly spoke, tone light. The two goons look up in surprise when their boss straighten up, a smile present on his face.

“I want you to kill them. They’re useless to me.”

“W-What?” the goon on the left replied, shocked. “But, boss, we need the hostages to escape! They’re the reason why the rats haven’t storm us!” The other tried to reason, taking a short peek out the window.

Outside, policemen were frantically talking on walkie-talkies as they barked out orders. A row of weapons of every kind were trained unforgivingly at the store. At this point, the group was surrounded. They would lose their immunity card if anything were to happen to their hostages.

“Think about this carefully!”

The boss ignored their words and cocks his gun towards the two hostages. The moment they notice the weapon, the two wept harder, their skin pale from how tightly they gripped each other. The smile on his face was purely sadistic, absolutely gleeful at the blubbering mess the two became beneath his feet.

However, the smile dropped completely when the two thugs suddenly appeared in front of his vision. One covered the two hostages with his body while the other held his gaze with the boss, arms trembling in fear. “Y-You need to snap out of it, boss! Think about what you’re doing. You could jeopardize your whole plan, our lives are at stake!”

The boss took a step to the side, gazing back at the two thugs curiously.

“Please, let’s just get out of here. I can have one of my guys get us a car, we can-”

The words were interrupted by a loud bang, followed by a choked gasp. The sound rang hollowly in the air. The man watched in horror as his partner slumped to the floor, his body rolling till it tapped lifelessly against his feet. The two women behind him shook harder as a terrified shriek left their raw throats at the sight of the dead body mere inches from their huddled forms.

“Worms like you shouldn’t talk,” the boss replied calmly, kicking the lifeless body to the side. Satisfied with his work, he turns towards his victims, gun raised. “Now there are only three more worms to take care of…”

The thug raised his arms, subconsciously using his body to shield the hostages, “w-wait, please! You can take all of it, it’s yours! I’ll even help you sneak it out, so please?”

His pleas fell on deaf ears as the boss cocked the gun, the same sadistic smile curling on his lips.

“Die.”

“Die? Wow, that sounds like fun!”

The boss whipped around and shoots at the direction of the voice, snarling. But, the bullets met pure air. Instead, his gun is suddenly retched from his hand, skidding harshly on the tiled floor. A large knife was embedded firmly next to the trigger.

The boss was pulled from his shock when a thump was heard beside him, the cold steel of a knife pressed below his chin.

“For a bad guy, you don’t really know how to shoot,” the voice from before cackles, swirling the knife teasingly along his chin.

The boss grits his teeth, face colouring with fury. He swings his fist back with a roar, only to cry out in shock from the blossoming pain on his left shoulder. The newcomer tsked at the move, twisting the knife in the man’s shoulder viciously before yanking the blade from it’s captive, scoffing at the shrieks spilling from the man’s mouth.

The thug behind them tried to use this distraction to make a run for it, but freezes in mid-step when a knife flies past him and embedded itself against the wall.

“Wait your turn, please! Delirious is a little busy,” the new person sang out, and the thug turns around. Their gaze meets, lights of blue blazing from behind a white hockey mask, “be a good boy and stay there,” ‘Delirious’ says with a laugh, gripping the boss’ head before smashing it onto the ground.

“Now…” Delirious sings, yanking the leader from their hair until he was at eye level.

The boss could barely keep their eyes open, purple bruises already forming around his face. “Please…” they whispered, voice raw from screaming in pain, “have mercy…”

Delirious hummed, blue orbs of light scanning the room.

“Mercy?” Delirious asked, leaning forward so his forehead was pressed against the boss’, the latter shuddering at the cold feeling of the mask against their torn skin. The newcomer stared for a long moment, the intense gaze powerful and unforgiving. It was searching for something, something the man couldn’t even begin to fathom. His stomach plummeted, however, when those blue orbs of light disappeared and the boss could only gaze into a void of darkness.

“Why would I give you that? Mercy would be wasted on someone like you. People like you won’t ever change.”

The knife between Delirious’ fingers glinted in the poor lighting.

“Close your eyes, ma’ams. It’s going to get ugly.”

“No, wait-!” Whatever could have been said spluttered into sickening gurgles as Delirious thrust the blade from below his chin, the point coming out cleanly through the top of the man’s head. The thug closed his eyes as the hostages screamed once more, fear rooting him to the floor. A thump was heard a second after.

He was next, oh fuck, he was next.

The sound of footsteps made him snap his head up, hands raised in surrender. He tried to step back, but his knees buckle from fear and he crashes to the ground. When he regains control, the mysterious person stood before him, crouched low so they could peer into each other’s eyes. For the thug, he could only see those little orbs of light, shining brightly against the dark space of the mask. “P-Please, don’t hurt me…” he pleaded, his voice only coming out as a whisper.

He could feel the hostages trembling next to him, their eyes wide with fear.

Delirious inspects him the same way he had done to his ‘boss’, intense and captivating. However, unlike the fate of his boss, those glowing blue orbs stayed.

“...You still have hope,” Delirious replied in wonder, standing back up, “you normally wouldn’t have done this sort of thing if you weren’t desperate, right?”

The thug couldn’t understand what the other was talking about but all he cared about that he was still alive.

“So!” Delirious continued with a twirl, startling the goon, “if you want to be a better person, you should definitely go turn yourself in. You would like prison! They’re not as bad as you think.”

The thug was stunned, “y-you’re letting me go?”

Delirious hummed, “yeah! Well, only if you promise to do your time and reform. You helped keep these ladies safe so I hope your time goes fast!”

The thug, realising that he wasn’t going to be killed, jumped to his feet and quickly pushes the bags of loot towards Delirious. “Y-Yes, I promise! I won’t do this ever again, I swear!”

Delirious grinned, “good! As Los Santos’ best hero, I wish you a brighter future. Be good for now on, kay?”

Before the goon could nod, the police barged into the store, demands clear. “Get down on the ground!”

“Oh shit,” Delirious replied rather calmly, quickly snatching his knife back from the wall, “time to go!”

The police opened fire the moment they spotted Delirious but the mysterious man was too quick. He used the counter to leap up into the air and used the momentum to propel himself into an open air vent. An almost psychotic and childish laugh echoed mockingly in the air, only growing louder with each shot of the police’s weapons.

“DELIRIOUS!” Policemen screamed out in frustration, guns finally lowering after they were sure the damn bastard got away.

After the shots finally stopped, the hostages quickly fled from their hiding spot and crashed into the policemen open arms, sobbing violently. The remaining thug fell to his knees, hands in the air. He was quickly taken into custody, the officers slightly surprised when the man didn’t put up a fight.

Once the perpetrator was escorted out and the hostages were safely being treated, the remaining police force surveyed the scene.

“The damn trash got away again,” a police officer grunted, clearly frustrated.

“Heh, he always does,” another voice states. Some of the officers present quickly straighten their posture while the others narrowed their eyes in distaste as the owner of the voice strolled in.

“Chief, what brings you here? I thought you had another case?” an officer politely asked, furrowing their brow when their partner grunted rudely.

However, the chief didn’t seem bothered by the blatant disrespect, “Ah, I do. But, I had a feeling I should come here myself.”

The Chief takes a look at the scene, his long trench coat fluttering lightly from the small breeze.

Three people were dead. One from a bullet wound to the forehead, another from the eye, and the last one from a puncture wound beginning from the chin and ending at the crown of the head. The Chief chuckled lowly, reaching up to take off his two-coloured glasses, one side red and the other blue.

“And I was right. Delirious never disappoints…”

OoOoOoOoOoOo

“I’m going to be late, I’m going to be late,” one Jonathan Voorhees chanted, skidding into an abandoned alleyway before sprinting down the narrow path. He quickly ducks behind a dumpster and takes a peak, chest heaving as he took a moment to catch his breath.

Save for the random people walking by, the streets were barren.

Once he was sure no one is following him, he sits down and leans against the dumpster with a sigh. He had been lucky that most of the police force were preoccupied with a larger incident downtown, all their units were split between both locations. While there was still an impressive amount of officers at the jewelry store, the confusion and lack of forces allowed Jonathan a cleaner escape.

He should count his blessings, usually he had to dodge both the police force and their barrage of bullets.

“For being all about peace, they really want me dead,” Jonathan grumbled, wiping away stray gunpowder from his clothing. After one more check that the close was clear, he quickly shoots up to his feet and opens up the empty dumpster. With a laugh, he dives right in, the lid shutting close behind him with a semi-loud bang. The inside was fairly clean save for the occasional stray wrapper or mysterious stain, so Jonathan had no problem with sitting on the floor of the dumpster.

He pressed his palm on the right wall of the dumpster and widens his fingers. A short click was heard and a string of light appeared beneath his palm, slowly tracing his hand. Once complete, the light pulsed once before another click was heard. Jonathan took off his hand and made himself comfortable.

Then, the floor beneath him disappeared, and Jonathan fell through.

Giggles erupt from his throat as he slid down a long passageway, his body doing small loopy-loops from how windy the slide was. “Weeeeeee-” he couldn’t help squealing, using his arms to control his momentum. A few seconds later, the passageway brightened with light and Jonathan suddenly slid into the air.

“Cartooooooonz~!” He screamed with a laugh, tucking his knees to his chest and spinning in the air. Gravity kicks in and he soon plummets to the ground. Instead of meeting the unforgiving floor, however, he lands in a firm, warm embrace.

“Oof,” a deep voice grunts, and Jonathan feels muscular arms tighten around him.

“You do know that we have a safety pad for you to land on, right?” Luke ‘Cartoonz’ Patterson, the owner of said muscular arms, said.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Jonathan replied cheekily as Luke gently settled him down on the ground.

Luke huffed softly, leaning back so he could take a look at him. “You’re getting better at not having blood all over you,” he said, eyeing the trail of blood soaking caked on Jonathan’s left sleeve, “usually you’re covered in it. “

“Luckily, I only had to deal with one person this time,” Jonathan replied before shrugging off his superhero ‘outfit,’ a light blue jacket and a dusted grey hockey mask with little red triangles on the top and sides of the mask. He handed his jacket to Luke, who took it with a sigh.

“Why I always gotta be washing yo’ damn clothes?”

“Because when I do it, you complain that I’m doing it wrong!” Jonathan retorted, reaching to the side of the slide entrance where multiple jackets identical to the one in Luke’s hand hung on a rack. He took one off the rack and slung it over his shoulder, his hockey still in hand. “Got anything for me, Cartoonz?” he asked Luke.

Luke shook his head, “nah, I’ve been monitoring the situation since you left. The incident downtown has already taken care of so we don’t have to intervene. And the police are still cleaning up the jewelry store robbery. The goods news is that both culprits of these incidents have been captured, or in your case, dealt with.”

The two walked to the front of the room where three large screens hung above them, the wiring all connected to a light-up keyboard and multiple control panels beneath the screens.

“The downtown incident was a bomb scare so I was going to head over there as back-up while you dealt with the robbery. But, those assholes took care of it.” The screen in front of them lit up with a click of a mouse and Jonathan looked up as a news station popped into view. The station was currently playing a recorded video of seven individuals clad in superhero costumes fighting a very stereotypical looking villain all dressed in black.

Jonathan crossed his arms and pursed his lips. He could recognise those heroes anywhere. Those seven heroes made up the greatest superhero team, they are Los Santos’ greatest defense against evil and chaos. Team Seven, that’s what they were called (the government had given them that name when they were first introduced to the public, and as you can tell, the government were not very creative). Having them around had sharpened up the drugged and crime-filled streets of Los Santos for the better. Jonathan was slightly grateful to have them around, it made his hero work less tiresome.

However, he was more than positive that Team Seven couldn’t say the same for him.

Jonathan shrugged his shoulders, albeit half-heartedly, “at least you didn’t have to drive all the way there. I heard traffic was insane.”

Luke scoffed, “I would have made it with my powers.”

“Yeah, I’m sure seeing a red demon flying over their heads wouldn’t cause a panic.”

“Not if they weren’t pussies.”

Jonathan snickered quietly to himself as the news station continued to play the video feed. The two were well acquainted with what has happened after listening to police radios all day. They were sure they knew more about those incidents than the blond, suit-pressed man reporting the news.

Jonathan crouched down below the desk and pulled out a pastel blue duffle bag with his foot, sliding both his mask and his jacket inside. Above him, Luke watched him curiously. “Huh? I thought you were visiting your dad. Why are you taking your stuff with you? Plan to patrol or something?”

Jonathan zipped the bag closed, “it’s still pretty early. Who knows when I need to suit up again. I’ll just carry it in my car if I need it.” Once he said this, another news station pops on screen.

“We are just getting word that the police will now be giving their public statements.” The scene changes to several policemen, including a few paramedics and a man dressed in a trench coat, standing behind a small wooden podium. “At around 3:45 p.m. two incidents at different locations occurred around the same time. One at Downtown, Los Santos at the Maze Bank Tower and the other at Los Santos Jewelry mart. The bank was a bomb threat while the jewelry store was an attempted robbery. As of right now, we are still investigating whether these two incidents are connected.”

Luke fought the urge to roll his eyes.

“Our police force on the scene of the Jewelry mart robbery have reported that there were four suspects involved.”

Jonathan furrowed his eyebrows. “Four? No, there were only three. This big guy and two other guys.”

The policeman continued.

“We have reasons to believe that the terrorist known as Delirious may have been involved with the incident. Eyewitness reports state that Delirious had came into the scene and killed two suspects as well as the owner of the store, probably out of greed. The last suspect and hostages were spared from the same fate after our brave officers barged into the scene and stopped the terrorist from completing his plan. While we managed to obtain the last suspect, Delirious has unfortunately escaped capture once more.”

“HEY!” Jonathan immediately protested, “that’s bullshit, I only killed one of them! The big asshole killed the owner and his own guy before I even got there. I didn’t even touch the hostages! Lying sons’ bitches...”

Jonathan grumbled his complaints under his breath while Luke sneered, “of course they would switch up the story to make themselves look good. Makes me sick.” Luke rubbed encouraging circles on Jonathan’s upper back, “at least the detective guy you like so much can see through the bullshit as well.”

Luke pointed up at the screen where the policemen have moved on to answering questions to reporters. There, the man in the trench coat and multi-coloured glasses was rolling his eyes during the entire thing.

Jonathan instantly smiled, “Smitty! Yeah, he’s so cool! He always knows where I’m going to be but he doesn’t do anything about it. I think he’s the only one there who really knows what’s going on.”

Smitty, chief detective of Los Santos Police Department (LSPD), has been tracking down Delirious since the first time Jonathan had started his hero work. From the handful of times that Jonathan had interacted with man, he has learned that eccentric detective was way too cool to be working for the police force. Despite his friendly attitude and soft appearance, Jonathan has learned not to underestimate him.

On the screen, the microphones managed to pick up Smitty verbally snorting at the rather robotic and scripted answers his fellow officers gave to the shouting reporters crowding the small podium.

Jonathan laughs, “Smitty always knows what’s going on. Seriously, do you know how many times I want to shit myself when he comes into the shop to order coffee? My hand shakes so bad when I give him his order, I’m surprised I haven’t dropped it on him yet.” He shuddered at the memory.

Smitty usually visits his workplace as a waiter at the evening time when the shop isn’t so busy. He wears more casual clothing during those outings, his trademark glasses nowhere to be seen, and orders the same drink save for the occasional pastry or treat. If he didn’t know that Smitty couldn’t recognise him in his civilian clothing, he was sure he would quit on the spot and hide the moment the man first appeared. Luckily, Smitty was chill even as a civilian. He politely ordered his food and treated Jonathan with respect every time they saw each other (something that sometimes wasn’t usually given to waiters like him). Even if Smitty worked for the police force, Jonathan can’t help but respect him.

Suddenly, the reporters began to scream louder. “And now, we have a few members of Team Seven here to report their side of these events.”

“Oh, this’ll be good,” Luke mocked, turning the volume up. Jonathan crouched down to fix his shoelaces, peering up at the screen with a frown as four individuals appeared in front of the podium.

“Representing Team Seven, we have their leader, Vanoss, and his teammates: Early Bird, WrktheBoyWonder, and BigJigglyPanda.”

‘Vanoss’ (a tall man dressed in all black with yellow straps around his torso, a yellow owl symbol right in the middle of his chest) stepped up to the podium. Despite the owl mask covering his face, you can tell he was incredibly uncomfortable. “Uhh, well first off, we’re sorry that we arrived late to the jewelry mart robbery. The bomb threat took most of our priority and power to neutralise the perpetrator. Luckily, the police force managed to deal with the incident at the jewelry and for that, Team Seven thanks you.”

The response makes Luke snort, “what utter shit. They probably didn’t think the robbery was important enough to show up. They couldn’t even bother having their whole team with them. Honestly, what low-level villain needs seven super-powered heroes to be stopped?”

Jonathan didn’t respond, eyes glued to the screen. Vanoss stepped down after hastily finishing his report and graciously allowed the heroes began to tell their side of the report. Unfortunately, the reporters and cameras kept their focus on Vanoss the whole time, successfully cutting off the other heroes from getting a word in. Jonathan could feel their frustration from here. Vanoss did his best to answer all the questions firing his way, confusion and annoyance colouring his tone.

“The media sucks,” he simply stated, finally taking his eyes off the news. He would like to know more but he needed to be somewhere. “I’ll be gone for an hour, maybe two. Call me if anything comes up!” He tells Luke, swinging the duffle bag over his shoulders.

Luke nodded, expression turning soft, “don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything while you’re gone. Tell me how it goes when you get back.”

“I will,” Jonathan says, giving Luke a finger salute.

He returned to where the slide ended and pressed his palm to the side of it. There, the wall in front of him split open and revealed a small space just big enough to fit one person. With a final wave, Jonathan stepped inside the space. He adjusted the strap on his shoulders and squared his shoulders.

In a flash, a powerful suction engulfed the space, propelling his body up in the air. His hair swept gently on his forehead and eyes from the speed of his ascend but it didn’t bother him. A few seconds later, his ascend stopped just beneath the dumpster floor. He quickly pressed his palm above him, grinning when the floor opened up for him. He lifted his body and pushed open the lid of the dumpster, popping his head out with a laugh.

A few feet away from him, a wandering homeless woman spots him. “Ah, Jonathan, I thought you would have found yourself a new home by now. A nice working boy like you shouldn’t be living in a trash heap like this,” she said kindly as Jonathan hopped out of the dumpster. She offered him a piece of bread but he politely declined.

“Don’t worry about me, ma’am. I’m perfectly fine where I am,” he replied, patting the side of the dumpster.

The woman tutted, “asking an old woman not to worry. Ridiculous.”

They both shared a laugh.

“On your way to work?” She asked.

Jonathan shook his head, “a visit, actually. Maybe to the cleaners as well.”

She hummed, “better go to the cleaners down the street. One of their machines isn't working properly. It’s mistaking pebbles as coins. Better hop over there before the nasty owner realises what’s going on.”

Jonathan smiled, “thank you. I will. Take care of yourself, ma’am.”

She laughed, “I should be saying that to you.”

“It’s okay,” he replied, running his free hand over his duffle bag, “I can take care of myself.”

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//Now entering: Vanoss. Early Bird. WrktheBoyWonder. BigJigglyPanda.//

A robotic voice announced as four exhausted heroes entered their base. Two of them looked up the ceiling in disgust.

“I really hate that damn voice,” Marcel ‘WrktheBoyWonder’ stated, flopping down on the couches stuffed in the corner of the room.

“I never thought I would hate a voice so much. And I work with self-entitled bastards who like to talk about themselves all the time,” Anthony ‘BigJigglyPanda’ grumbled.

“Evan already tried to convince the engineers to change it but they ignored him. If they won’t listen to him, then they definitely won’t listen to us,” Brock ‘Early Bird’ sighed, offering the last person to enter a water bottle.

“They won’t listen to the Vanoss? Damn, we’re going to be stuck with this robotic bitch forever,” Marcel moaned, stuffing his face into the couch cushion.

Evan shrugged his shoulders helplessly, “I told them the announcement thing was unnecessary but they said that it was needed so other people who visit us will know who we are.”

Anthony scoffed, “people shouldn’t be visiting us in the first place. This is supposed to be our base.”

“And if they want to know our names, they could, oh I don’t know, ask us?” Brock said incredulously, slipping his bald eagle mask off his face.

Evan kept quiet as the others grumbled to themselves. While he knew that the robotic announcement genuinely annoyed them, it was not the root of the team’s foul mood. No, it was the incident with the robbery that has them all ruffled.

The bomb threat at the Maze Bank Tower was no simple feat. The villain of the week had the entire place wired with bombs on every corner. Apparently, they had a vendetta with the owner of the bank. While the villain took no effort to take down, it took the entire team to locate and neutralise the bombs. Because of that, they heard too late about the robbery taking place. They were lucky that the police managed to handle the situation this time, but the ‘what ifs’ plagued their minds.

It hurts more to know that the robbery took place on their own turf. To them, it was as if they couldn’t protect their own home from danger. The bomb threat took all their priority, thousands of people would have lost their lives if they didn’t stop it on time. But, that didn’t stop them from feeling a little bit regretful.

“...Where are the others? Are they still at the bank?” Brock asked, trying to break the silence.

“Scotty texted me a little while ago. They just finished disposing the bombs and making the reporters happy. They should be here any minute now,” Anthony answered.

Marcel took off his hood and mask, grimacing from the feeling of sweat sticking onto his cheek. He wiped it away and set the mask down next to Brock’s, slightly grateful he didn’t have to wear a full face mask.

Evan did the same with his owl mask, running his fingers through his sweaty long hair. “Anyone have a hair tie?” he asked, disappointed when the others shook his head. He dropped his hand with a sigh, a few strands of hair falling in front of his eyes.

Then, the robotic voice returned.

//Now entering: Wildcat. 407. Daithi De Nogla.//

Everyone in the room turned to the entrance where the rest of their teammates finally arrived. They looked equally grumpy, their clothes slightly tattered.

“Fucking bitch with his fucking bombs,” Tyler ‘Wildcat’ swore, throwing his helmet and pig mask on the table, “if Nogla didn’t use his sonic blast in time, the bitch would’ve blown the whole place up. With us in it.”

“I almost messed up and hit one of the bombs instead,” David ‘Nogla’ admitted, accent slightly thick, “the guy kept runnin’ away.”

“Hah, I would too if someone with a supercharged bat was trying to hit me,” Tyler said with a smirk, patting Scotty ‘407’ on the back.

Scotty grinned, “he’s lucky I missed him. I would have had a villain barbeque.”

Most of them groaned.

“God, a barbeque sounds fucking delicious right now. I propose we go out and eat just that.” A chorus of agreement filled the room, the thought of food filled their mouths with saliva.

However, before they could get up, the robotic voice came back.

//Agents 53, 59, and 34 have requested access//

“Access denied,” Tyler quickly hissed, he and the rest of the group quickly slipping back on their disguises.

A minute later, multiple footsteps were heard.

“I’m afraid that command is overruled,” a calm voice replied. The heroes stood tall as three agents and four police officers entered the room. The police officers dutifully stood to the side while the agents walked towards the group. Their presence irked the superheroes.

“What can we do for you, gentlemen?” Brock asked politely, his smile tight.

Agent 59 regarded him, sunglasses glinting. “We are sorry for coming unnoticed, but we were ordered to come here and congratulate you on a job well done.”

“You were ‘ordered’ to congratulate us? Great, thanks for that. You can leave now,” Marcel dismissed with a wave of his hand.

The agents didn’t budge.

“We also came to brief you on what could have been done better in accordance with today’s performance.”

The mood in the room turned sour. The officers in back shuffled their feet awkwardly, two of them pressed their hand above their weapon from how stifling the room became.

“Yeah? Well, you can do that later. We still have things to clean up and people to save. Though, I’m sure you and your people can’t relate,” Tyler snapped, smirking under his mask at the way the agent’s lips smoothed out. Marcel and Scotty hid their snickers under their hands while the others laughed quietly under their masks.

“We only wish to better your teamwork,” Agent 53 replied, adjusting their sunglasses, “as you are well aware, the government funds all of your equipment, as well as the technology powering some of your suits. We would hate to see all of that taken away should your work be less… satisfactory.”

The snickering stopped. Not even their mask could hide their stormy expressions.

“...Yes. We are aware,” Evan replied tightly.

The agents nodded their heads, pleased. “Then we should continue with the briefing. Officers, if you please,” agent 34 stated, snapping the officers to attention.

“Y-Yes, um, if you excuse me,” one officer stammered, walking towards them.

The heroes shuffled closer and took their seats around a circular table, swirling their chairs around so they could face the officers and other occupants in the room. “Alright, ‘brief us.’”

The officer took a few seconds to gather his bearings (he was standing in front of Los Santos greatest defense, his legs shook just by being near them). Then, he began the briefing, starting with the bomb threat.

Brock, David, and Anthony did their best to look interested in the discussion, unlike the others who didn’t bother to hide their bored expressions and postures. No disrespect to the officer but they knew everything already. Tyler rolled his eyes when the briefing got to the moments of capture, “we were the ones who caught him. Of course we know about this, dipshits…” he muttered under his breath, shooting a glare at the agents standing arrogantly behind them.

The discussion continued on, all the way to where Scotty, David, and Tyler talked with reporters on site.

“You should really work on your mannerism. You are representatives of Los Santos, it shouldn’t be hard to have some class,” agent 34 reprimand Tyler, who crushed an empty water bottle in his fist at his words.

“I don’t remember people etiquette being in the contract,” he replied rather calmly, making eye contact with the agents as he accurately threw the crushed bottle into a nearby trash bin, “so I can do and say as I fucking please.”

The agents frowned.

Luckily, the officer quickly stepped in. “A-Anyways, that is all for the bomb threat at Maze Bank Tower. My colleagues will now finish the briefing with the robbery at Jewelry mart.”

At that, everyone straightened up.

“Right, please continue,” Brock urged.

The last two officers stepped up, one fully in uniform while the other wore a long trench coat. The one in uniform began to speak.

“The robbery took place at the same time as the bomb threat, exactly 3:45 p.m. Three suspects came into the store in guise as paying customers. They then proceed to pull out their weapons and shoot at the display cases, scaring away most of the people in the store. However, they managed to capture two hostages, both of them females in their thirties. The women appeared to be buying friendship rings for each other before the attack happened.”

“The two ladies were not friends, they were a couple. They were trying out wedding rings in hopes to marry each other in the fall,” the officer in the trench coat interrupted, features hard, “they told me themselves when I checked up on them.”

The officer’s face immediately pinched in disgust. “They were friends,” he stated once again, making the man in the trench coat glare.

Everyone in the room, excluding the agents, frowned.

The officer continued, “because of the hostages, we could not get near the storefront. To make the situation worse, the villain known as Delirious made an appearance.”

Evan jolted forward while the rest of the heroes raised their eyebrows in surprise.

“Wait, really?” Scotty asked, leaning forward, “did he stop the attack?”

The officer looked at him with a scandalised expression, “of course not! We have reasons to believe that he was the mastermind of the whole plan.”

“And those reasons are…?” the man in the trench coat asked.

The officer ignored him, “at 4:13 p.m. gunshots were heard. We charged forward, fearing that the suspects have hurt the hostages. To our horror, we found two of the suspects, including the owner of the store, dead. Delirious was hovering over the last suspect and the hostages, no doubt ready to strike them. We quickly took aim and fired, but the fiend was too quick and fled. Luckily, we were able to safely escort the hostages out and capture the last suspect.”

The heroes soaked in the information, eyes narrowed. Evan especially took the information to heart, clenching his fist. Of course ‘Delirious’ was involved. That bastard has been showing up more and more these days causing trouble. From all the villains and people he had faced, he was the only one who he could never beat.

Just thinking about him made his blood boil.

The man in the trench coat suddenly sighed, making Evan snap to attention, “how many times do I have to tell everyone? The owner was dead before Delirious even got there and the death of the first suspect couldn’t have been him, Delirious doesn’t use guns as a weapon. Only the one with a puncture wound to the chin and head was his doing.”

The officer next to him scowled, “how could you possibly know that, you weren’t there when this took place. What proof do you have?!”

“Uhh, how about the footage from your body cam that shows the owner already dead on the floor before Delirious showed up? Or the analysis of the bullet wounds from the Forensic team that tells us exactly what time and what weapons were used to kill them? Or how about the confession we received from the surviving thug who admitted their boss was the one that killed both the owner and his partner in cold blood?” The other shot back, his multi-coloured glasses sliding down his nose from his sudden movement.

“Enough,” Agent 53 spoke, “it does not matter whether he killed one or three. The does not change the fact that he did indeed kill someone.”

The man in the trench coat scoffed,” and why is that a big deal? Come on boys, don’t act as if we haven’t killed someone now and then, not in the line of work that we do. Even your golden boys over there have gotten their hands dirty at one point.”

The heroes straightened their backs in surprise at the sudden statement, a few even wincing at the bold words.

All three agents stood tall, lips thin, “the difference is that this person is obviously acting on his own without thinking of the consequences. We have a system of punishment for a reason, none of these people receive justice if they are simply slaughtered. I don’t see why you are even trying to justify a villain’s actions, officer.”

The other simply grinned.

Scotty rubbed at his temple before loudly standing up from his chair. He strolled to the end of the room, rudely pushing the agents out of the way, and sat back down on a comfy black chair in front of a very large screen.

With a few licks of a keyboard the screen lights up and a blurry picture of a masked individual popped up, the blue glow of their eyes the only thing clearly visible in the obviously rushed photo.

“We don’t know much about him. He only really came into our radar over a year ago. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was in the game longer than that,” Scotty states, zooming in on the photo, “as you can see, he’s a slippery motherfucker.”

“We’ve tried many times to apprehend him, it,” Anthony remarks, frowning at the pixelated hockey mask adorning the mysterious man, “but I gotta give him credit. The man knows how to run.” He chuckled to himself, making the others crack a smile.

“We’re not really sure what his true intentions are,” Brock continued off, “he appears to attack at random, usually where other villains and bad people are. He has killed multiple people since we took notice of him, including but not limited to political figures, mob bosses, sex traffickers, police officers, businessmen, government agents, and the occasional thug on the street.”

Most of the people in the room whistled at the impressive list.

“Heh, that doesn’t sound so bad to me,” Scotty replied with a shrug, unbothered by the withering glare from the policemen (minus the trench coat man) and the government agents in the room.

The agents clear their throats, “this just proves how much of a menace this villain really is. We cannot have someone running in the streets doing anything that they deem fit. They are a danger to society.” Agent 59 tapped his finger, “we simply ask that if you encounter this fiend, apprehend him and see to it that he serves his time.”

Evan crossed his arms, “We got it, we got it. We were already doing that in the first place.”

Agent 53 nodded his head, “see to it, then. We expect great things from you, Vanoss. As the leader of Team Seven, you are responsible for the success of your team. I hope you will do well to show a good example to your sidekicks.”

Several growls erupted in the room, you could almost feel the temperature drop. The muscles in Evan’s jaw clenched and he bared his teeth, “Team Seven doesn’t have a leader, we are all equals. And, for your information, my teammates are not sidekicks.”

But his words held no value to the agents. They simply escorted themselves out of the room, the two officers quickly followed behind them.

Only the man in the trench coat remained, though he looked uncomfortable. With numerous glares shooting his way he simply reached inside his coat pocket and took out a business card. “Don’t worry, I’ll be out your hair. Here, if you actually need someone competent in the force, give me a call.” He grins mischievously when the heroes gave him a confused look, glasses glinting when David took the card.

But, his grin dropped when one of the officers barked out his name.

“Smitty! Stop dragging your ass! You have a new assignment waiting at your desk, we don’t have all day.”

Smitty pushed his glasses up his nose with a sigh. “I’m a goddamn chief, where’s the respect to my name?” he muttered, shooting the group of heroes a peace sign before jogging out the room, grumbling in irritation when the officer continued to shout at him.

//All visitors have successfully left the building//

The voice reported and everyone visibly relaxed, groaning.

“Never thought I would be taking orders from The Man,” Marcel lamented, once again sliding off the green eye mask from his face.

“We have to if we want to keep our toys,” Scotty grumbled, running his finger delicately on the keyboard.

Moods sour, the team quickly fixed their positions so they all faced each other, the table perfectly circular so no member was the head of the table.

“Now that that’s out of the way… Scotty, can you please bring up the current activity of the city?”

“On it.” Scotty swirled around to where the keyboard lied and typed away, his fingers a blur. In a few seconds, stats and numbers soon filled the screen alongside security cameras, news stations, recent villain profiles. They all carefully observed the screen, eyes darting for anything irregular.

Everything appeared to be normal, most of the activity has calmed down from the high alert attack early that day. There were a few disturbances in some areas, like some purse snatching or gang fights, but surprisingly enough the police had that covered for them.

“Anything?” Brock asked the group.

Scotty hummed quietly, swinging his legs back and forth in his chair, “Nothing so far… but there is something suspicious.”

“Suspicious? Where?” Evan asked, darting his eyes around the screen.

“Not really on here, more like I’ve been suspicious of something for a while,” Scotty elaborated, returning to the keyboard when his team looked at him questioningly. “I’ve recently noticed that for some time now, a few villains have begun to slowly disappear from our radar. They haven’t been heard for a couple of weeks now, some dating back since two months ago.”

David raised an eyebrow, “uhhh, shouldn’t that be good news? I mean, they’re not causing any trouble.”

“Yeah, they probably decided to stop being evil or maybe the cops already got them,” Anthony added, resting his chin on his hand.

“I thought that too at first! But…” Scotty scrolled through multiple files before scattering away the news reports and statistics from the screen.

Before their eyes, four profiles popped up one by one, information and stats shuffling below the pictures. Evan squinted at the new information, eyes widening when he realised what they were.

The first profile showed a side-view picture of man-monkey type hybrid wearing a red jacket and blue jeans. A long, brown tail was visible in the picture, and what was even more frightening, the tail seemed to have enough strength and control to hold a large gun. Mega Monkey.

The second profile showed a man in the midst of shooting what looked like a laser from his arms. It looked as if the man was made entirely out of robotic parts, a distinctive red glow could be seen in their right eye. Terroriser.

The third picture shows a man with a black mask running away from an explosive, his hands glowed a faint orange colour. Strangely enough, random objects were floating around the man, the same orange glow emitting around them. Mad Ladd.

The final profile was of a man dressed entirely in grey clothing crouched low between two buildings. He wore a long grey bandana that tied around his eyes, a bold omega symbol printed right in the middle of it. He looked the least dangerous out of the bunch, but what made him unnerving was that out of the others whose pictures were taken in a hurry, he was the only one facing directly at the camera, smiling lightly with his hand raised in a little wave. Ohmwrecker.

Scotty grimaced, “...it’s these guys who we lost track of.”

Everyone went rigid, a few swearing.

These four were the foulest of the foul. They have done almost everything: robberies, drug chains, explosives, thievery, kidnappings; lives have been completely destroyed beyond repair all for their own amusement.

“Shit, them?” Tyler swore, glaring harshly at the profiles, one of them in particular.

“No wonder it has been so quiet…” Marcel realised, “we’ve only been getting the random villain of the week, none of the ‘top guns’ like these guys.”

“That… is quite worrisome, actually,” Brock murmured, eyebrows furrowed, “why do you think they haven’t done anything?”

“Whatever the reason, it can’t be good,” Evan said firmly, eyes trailing back to the profiles on the screen.

“Scum like them don’t stay quiet for long, we need to be ready.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Scotty grins, smacking his hands on the table, “alright, that settles it. For now, we continue what we’ve been doing. Resume your daily schedules and report to each other if you find any information on these ‘missing’ villains. If the government wants results, we’ll give them damn results.”

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No matter how many times he has been there, Jonathan is always mesmerised by the sheer mass of the prison facility.

The building seemed to stretch for miles, large watchtowers looming above him menacingly with armed guards in every corner. The prison is located a few miles outside of Los Santos, the people they house too dangerous to be held near civilisation. The drive there was slightly difficult, Jonathan was stopped multiple times by roaming guards in rovers, asking him in gruff voices why he was there. By that point, he knew to carry around his papers, the same answer clear on his tongue. His car would probably curse him out with how many times he had to use the brake.

But, he was finally there.

He stepped up the main gate with a grin on his face, arms swinging childishly at his sides. “Hi Hi!” He yelled at the guards. The guards snapped their heads up, stoney expressions slowly melting away once they realise who it is.

“Ahh, Jonathan. Back for your weekly visit?” A guard asked kindly, lowering his gun.

“Yup!” Jonathan answered with a hop in his step, shifting into the standard position of his arms raised to his side as the guards began to check his person for any contraband or any suspicious objects. Jonathan knew the drill after coming there many times so he took the prodding and touching with an easy smile on his face, even sending one of the guards a wink when one of them got too close in touching his crotch.

Once they deemed him safe, they stepped back. “Sorry, Jonathan. You know we have to,” the guard apologised, motioning for the guards above to open the gates.

Jonathan waved his hand, “nah, it’s fine. Thanks.”

The gate creaked open and Jonathan stepped inside. With several guards leading the way, he walked through the courtyard and into the actual building. He was met with multiple metal detectors, all of which he needed to strip down and walk through with his arms held to the side. It was a little bit overkill in his opinion but he understood why the guards were so cautious. The people held in those walls were not ones to underestimate. Jonathan had once witnessed during his past visits the guards having to gun down an escaping inmate and their accomplice who managed to sneak in a knife.

So, he took the multiple metal detectors without complaint, shoulders relaxing after they finished off the final checking point. There, prison cells and prisoners finally came into view.

As he and the guards passed the cells, prisoners and inmates of every kind came to their bars and greeted Jonathan with either a wave or a friendly smile. He has been there so many times that most of the inmates have begun to recognise him. Luckily, the ones there were the small fries. They were the people who were locked up due to petty crimes such as stealing, insubordination, shoplifting, trespassers, and at most, a few stabbings. So, Jonathan had no problem greeting them back, sometimes even going up to the cell and shaking some of the inmate’s hands despite some of the guard’s protest.

However, the more he travelled deeper into the prison, the more dangerous and shady the prisoners began to be. Those inmates were kept heavily watched, guards patrolling each hall of cell rooms with a hand ready on their weapon. Even these inmates, who pride themselves of their crimes, greeted Jonathan as he passed, may it be a wave or a slight nod of acknowledgement. He was less friendly with these types, so he simply nodded back at them before continuing on his way.

A few guards trailing behind him began to whisper amongst themselves, confusion evident in their tones. “Have you ever seen them act like this?” One asked, talking about the prisoners.

The other shook their head, “never.”

By that point, they were in the section where the baddest of the bad were locked up. There, the security was tightly kept, each cell had their own guard, weapons out and loaded. The prisoners there had tinier cells and fewer things in their rooms, but that didn’t seem to bother them, not with the way they rattled at their bars and taunted the guards with twisted smiles. However, like the rest of the prisoners, the moment they spot Jonathan their actions cease, and they acknowledge Jonathan with a tilt of their heads in a display of respect. If that’s what you can call it, that is.

Jonathan paid them no attention, eyes pointed directly in front of him. If he gave them any attention, he might start analysing subconsciously and that could get him into trouble. He smiled to himself when the guards behind began to trail him far more closely than before, clearly alarmed by what they had seen. ‘They definitely must be new,’ Jonathan thought, because the other guards didn’t bat an eye to the prisoners’ odd behaviour.

Those guards already knew why the prisoners there showed Jonathan any resemblance of respect.

The group eventually reached a small corridor where a lone elevator was placed. They silently shuffled inside, the space tight with the number of people squished inside. Jonathan was pretty sure a gun was pressed dangerously against his waist. Thankfully, they reached their destination in mere moments and the doors slowly opened. There, they entered into a small room tucked at the corner made entirely out bulletproof walls and metal doors. The guard in front stepped up and pressed an intricate-looking key card before pressing their thumb on a finger scanner. The door slid open and Jonathan stepped inside, resting his hands in his sweater’s pockets. Two guards already in the room, swivelled around in their chairs, eyes hard. However, the suspicious stares quickly melted into little smiles once Jonathan laughed.

“I’m back,” he greeted, accepting their handshakes.

“Welcome back, Jonathan. We were anticipating your visit.” He takes a few steps into the room before he turned to the side where a large mirror took up the entire wall, features sobering.

“Don’t worry, everything is set up and ready to go,” the guard on the chair states, she and her partner sitting up from their chairs, “you know what to do.”

“Thank you,” he replied gratefully, eyes not leaving the mirror.

“...Can I be alone?”

“What? Of course not,” the guards who came with him immediately denied, tone incredulous, “you are to be supervised at all times during the duration of your stay-”

“Of course, you may,” the female guard from before interrupts, motioning for her partner to follow, “we’ll be outside if you need us.”

The other guard’s jaws drop, “What-? But, this is not in the protocol, he can’t-”

“Jonathan Voorhees is a special case. Come, I’ll explain further outside,” she interrupted once more, holding her head high as if daring the other guards to defy her. Luckily, the guards were not fools and kept their mouths shut, dutifully following her and the others outside.

“Remember, Jonathan. We can only offer you ten minutes by yourself, use your time wisely,” the female guard said kindly before leaving, the door sliding close with an audible click.

Jonathan took a moment to stand there, basking in the quietness of the room, before taking a seat in front of the large mirror. There, a control panel and a microphone were placed neatly on a desk facing the mirror. He sets up the microphone where it comfortable rested near his lips and takes a deep breath.

In front of him, behind that large mirror, was a barren room padded entirely from wall to wall. The only thing on those walls were four security cameras hanging in each corner, all facing directly towards the middle of the room. At the centre of that small space was a large man. He sat on a wooden chair, head hung low with a very familiar hockey mask securely tied onto his face. He seemed almost lifeless, like a statue. There was no movement at, neither an intake of air or twitch of a muscle.

With a smile, Jonathan leaned forward and turned on the microphone. A loud ping emitted in the room. The man before him did not stir. Jonathan laughed quietly.

“Hey, dad,” he starts off, tone soft, “I’m back.”

As if a switch was flipped, the man in the room stirred. It was slow, as if the man was in a deep slumber, but eventually the man sat up straight, bones cracking into place as he did so.

“...”

Jonathan bit his lips, giggles slipping out beneath his teeth, “You okay in there?”

The man raised his head, hockey mask hiding his expression. And yet, Jonathan knew his father was happy.

“...Jonathan… You are back…”

His father’s voice was deep and gruff, sounding more like a growl.

“Of course I am, I promised you I was,” Jonathan said easily, making himself comfortable on the chair. “You’re looking good, I’m glad that they don’t have you tied up like last time,” he complimented, pleased with how plump his father was. It at least meant that they were feeding him well.

“Hah… I was tied up before you arrived. I moved my arm and the restraints tore apart… You look good, as well.”

Jonathan snorted, eyes twinkling, “Dad, how do you know that? You can’t see me. The mirror is only one-sided.”

His father huffed, sounding as if he was angry. But Jonathan knew that sound meant his father was laughing. “I don’t need to see you to know that you look well… my son shines brighter than these blinding lights.”

“Dad, that’s so cheesy,” Jonathan laughs, “Luke says hi, by the way.”

“Luke…? Has he been taking care of you?” his father asked, tone dark.

Jonathan giggled, “Of course, you know he does. I’m stuck with him for life.”

“Very good… I don’t have to kill him then.”

“Please don’t say that, dad. We don’t want the guards to hear you say that.”

“Right…”

His father tilts his head, the broken chains around his wrist rattling as he does so, and observes him. He knew his father couldn’t see him, but it made him feel better that his father searched for him, even if they were separated in far more ways than the room and mirror.

His father speaks, low and quiet, “tell me, my son…” he lifts both hands towards his face, as if examining them, “...what is the sight you see…?”

Jonathan fought the urge to sigh.

His father asked him that question ever since he first visited him in solitary confinement. It came out of nowhere one day, voice low and thoughtful. He couldn’t understand it. Nonetheless, he answered, like he always did.

“I see… I don’t know, I see you. Sitting there, alone…”

The words felt heavy on his tongue, his heart panging. That’s really all he could see.

His father sitting there in a padded room, alone with nothing but his thoughts. It’s… it’s scary to think about. Jonathan wanted nothing more than for his father to be out of there, to walk around, to see beyond those white walls.

Jonathan wasn’t delusional into thinking his father could be free. His father is Jason Voorhees. The most famous, and perhaps the cruelest, person to ever walk the earth. Every villain paled in existence paled in comparison. No one has destroyed more, no one has killed more, than he has. He used to leave a river of blood in his wake, all done with his bare hands and a bloody machete. No one could stop him, not even the police or any superhero of his time. It was like God themselves couldn’t touch him.

The reason why he was there, rotting away in those padded walls, was because he chose to be caught. And that… Jonathan could never understand why.

His father hummed, lowering his head, “Is that all…?”

Jonathan frowned, “Yes? I’m looking at you right now. That’s all I see.” ‘That’s all I’ll ever see,’ he thought bitterly. Yes, his father was a murder, the worst villain in existence. But, he knew his father was more than that.

His reasons for his terrible deeds… Jonathan felt that he was justified for them.

“That sight… it’s very boring, isn’t it?” his father asked.

“That’s not the word I would use,” Jonathan replied with a frown, “you can never be boring.”

“Hah… thank you.”

They fell into silence, but it wasn’t awkward or forced. It was the kind of peace that made Jonathan appreciate the time he had with his father even if they didn’t speak.

He pressed his hand against the glass, his own reflection appearing in front of him. His time was almost up.

“I love you… take care of yourself and behave. Maybe… Maybe then they’ll let you roam around with the others in your own cell.”

He could hope, can’t he?

“Sending you lots of hugs from me and teddy bear,” he replied, lips curled in a soft smile. He giggled as his father’s shoulders shook, the rattle of the chains like thunder.

“You still have that bear? I feel warm already…” With loud creaks, his father lifted his hand, reflecting Jonathan’s own. “Until next time. I hope the sight you see will be much greater than it has.”

Jonathan tilts his head, eyebrows drawn low.

“I hope so, too. Thanks.” he managed to say just as the metal door slid open and the female guard from before stepped inside. He lifts his finger from the microphone, eyes sad when the light turned off, the loud ping from before rang soon after. It hurt to see his father lowered his head completely, limbs maneuvering until they froze into place. Like a statue once more.

“I am grateful when you come for your visits,” the guard admitted, resting her hand on Jonathan’s shoulder, “that’s the only way we know he’s still alive. Other than eating and going to the bathroom, he doesn’t move an inch.”

Jonathan accepted her touch, sighing softly. He allowed her to gently guide him out the room, thoughts mulling inside his head.

“It’s my first time seeing him,” a guard said, shuddering, “ he’s a monster.”

Jonathan turned to them with a glare, effectively shutting them up.

He allowed them to check his person once more (as if his father would somehow give him some contraband), staring unblinkingly at the guards. They finished the check with a grimace, patting his shoulders twice before stepping aside.

“...Are you going to escort me out, now?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“...Right.”

The way back down was silent save from the random chatter of the prisoners. It felt shorter though, like the guards couldn’t wait to kick him out. He couldn’t blame them, he would be cautious too if he witnessed the most dangerous man having a visit so casually. Jonathan had to jump through many hoops and legal people (and extremely annoying lawyer and agents) to gain permission to visit, even then he had to fight for the right to visit his father without being guarded by over twenty people wherever he went.

They make it outside without a hitch and Jonathan stood near the gate, hands in his pocket. “...You know,” he said suddenly as the gate closed behind him. The guards who followed him out looked up, including the ones already outside. “there’s no such things as monsters. They don’t exist.”

The guard from before scoffed, folding their arms, “no offense, kid. But, that thing locked away is not human. He’s the only proof I need to know monsters exist.”

Jonathan laughed as he descended down the short steps to his car, making eye contact with the dumbfounded guard. “There are no such things as monsters,” he repeated, fishing out his keys, “so whatever you think my dad is, is farther than the truth. He’s completely human.”

The guard spluttered. “I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re as crazy as your father. I can’t wait to see you locked up here in the future!” the guard sneered as Jonathan got into his car.

Jonathan snickered when the pathetic guard got smacked by his fellow guards, scowls and harsh words on their tongue. It didn’t matter what they thought about him or his dad.

No one’s opinions did.

He put on his seatbelt and sighed, allowing himself to take a moment to come himself down. He reached back and placed the duffle bag in the passenger seat, careful not to open it in case the guards outside get suspicious. ‘Guess I’ll do some patrolling when I get back to Cartoonz’ he thought absentmindedly, buckling up the duffle bag with a grin.

However, just as he pulled out of the parking lot (if you can call it that), his phone rang. He pulled his phone out with his left hand, blinking when Luke’s name flashed at him. He put the phone on speaker at set it on top of the duffle bag, not stupid enough to answer it while driving. “Hey, what’s up? Something happened?”

“Sort of. We had a breach in our base.”

“What?!” Jonathan screeched, swerving to the side. “Someone broke in?!”

“Well…” Luke replied, pausing, “more like they tried to break in and failed, miserably. I have them here.”

“Them? Oh god,” Jonathan groaned, “so why do you still have them? Shouldn’t you have gotten rid of them by now?”

Another pause.

“They were chatty bastards… but I think you need to come down here and hear them out for yourself. You’d be surprised who I have tied up.”

At that moment, Jonathan feels a strange sensation curl in his stomach. He’s not going to like this.

#H2ODelirious #Vanoss #H2OVanoss fanfiction #bbs squad #Superhero au #ah shit here we go again #bbs crew #bbs fanfic #literally every ship appears

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SasuSaku fanfic

Title: Only Human

Pairing: Sasusaku

Rating: T

Summary: When Naruto challenges him to drinking contest, it's only natural Sasuke doesn't refuse. However... the Uchiha has never been drunk before in his life. And when Sakura opens her door at nearly 3 AM, she certainly gets the surprise of a lifetime. Sasusaku. One-shot.

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It’s said that the Uchiha have always been a slave to their emotions.

And, as it was this very night, the Uchiha in question is no exception to his ancient clan’s unusual curse. It is only natural that Sasuke maintains his lineal blight; a crack in his mask of apathy. He cannot run from something ingrained in his DNA. Cannot expunge what is permanently imprinted upon his heart.

Even if Sasuke buries this truth behind layers of concrete denial...

In the end, he is only human.

And when his fourteenth shot glass hammers down on the sleek bar top, Sasuke gets a glimpse as to what that might actually mean when his thoughts run together in a blurred line and alcohol tries his rationality. Where the only organ left functioning spritely is his heart; where emotion has overridden any sensibility the Uchiha has once possessed.

Sasuke feels warmth. He feels it somersaulting and prancing around in his chest where he is usually dormant. He is not one to let his feelings run by unchecked—never has he been so vulnerable in his passing years as he is now, intoxicated beyond repair.

Yet he is here anyway, perched precariously upon a bar stool that the idiot has dragged him upon just hours earlier, swaying to and fro, feeling as light as a balloon.

It has only been a month since he has stepped back through the gates of his home village. But Naruto is already bringing him trouble. He had challenged him to a drinking contest and, despite that Sasuke has never actually been drunk before, he flatly refuses to let the idiot get the upper hand in anything. Even as grown men. How hard could it be? He had thought arrogantly.

“You’ve... always been m’best friend... loser...” the Uchiha slurs. He slouches to lay his head down upon the cold wooden bar top for a fraction of a moment. Then, he decides he does not like that position and he sits back up, swaying. Sasuke picks up the empty shot glass in his fingers and twirls it in a circular, absent-minded motion, as if he is debating something important.

Naruto howls in laughter, wobbling just as unceremoniously as the raven haired man beside him. He claps Sasuke forcibly, with a little more push than Naruto probably intends in his drunken state, on the back. This causes the tiny glass in his fingers to drop back onto the bar top and shatter. “Ha! I never thought you to be the sentimental type, bastard!”

Sasuke isn’t. But the alcohol distorts his brain and he has no idea what he is saying. The words that spill from his lips are not from his conscious, but from an unfamiliar place inside him. The things he has never been able to say out loud before are tumbling out of his lips without regard. He is making a fool of himself, but in this moment there are no thoughts of repercussion. There is no shame in his confession.

“Shut up,” Sasuke bites back without conviction before he swivels a little to far to his right. Naruto snatches his newly attached left arm, catching his best friend from falling off his seat and onto the floor.

“Whoa—!” Naruto exclaims, a flash of sobriety flickering to life in cerulean eyes with his concern, “Maybe we should call it quits; you look like you’ve had enough.”

Sasuke lashes his arm away from him and out of his grip at once. He sits back up straight, with great effort, and holds onto the bar top to steady himself. “Don’t... touch me,” he snaps, but the threat he wants to be there is lost in his slur. His words are sloppy; laughably meaningless. Mismatched eyes are half-lidded and clouded under sharp raven bangs. His cheeks are flushed red with intoxication. “—‘mm not a light weight like... you.”

The blond only lets out a cackle when Sasuke’s attempt at a serious glare fails miserably.

“Who’s gonna’ clean this mess up?” A deep voice chastises and both Sasuke and Naruto look to the frowning bartender who stands with arms taut across his bulky chest behind the counter. He is referring to the shards of glass that glitter on the bar top.

Sasuke jabs a wobbling, accusing finger at the blond next to him, poking the side of his head. “This idiot.” He proclaims confidently, and then pushes the tip of his finger harder against the blonds skull, nearly tipping the Fox boy off his own seat.

Naruto swats his hand away and struggles to regain his balance. “Hey! What the... hell was that for! An’ I didn’t do that!” He defends boisterously, his own words stringing together incoherently before he hiccups.

The bartender only gives a disappointed shake of his head before sighing, as if this happens every night. He pulls a rag out from behind the counter and scrapes the slivers of glass off and into a garbage can hidden from sight before he attends to another customer.

“‘Mm glad you’re back,” Naruto tells him genuinely when the bartender falls out of earshot, “...was getting lonely around here without someone’s ass to kick.”

Sasuke scoffs and tries to roll his eyes at this, but he ends up just making himself dizzy with the motion. He sets a firm elbow on the counter, sliding his head into in his palm lazily as the blond prattles on.

“But you know who really missed you?” Naruto entertains with a mischievous waggle of his eyebrows. But Sasuke doesn’t, and he gives a heavy shake of his head in his palm, raven tresses swinging back and forth with the motion.

He leans in incrementally, a sly smirk on his lips, and drops his voice to a whisper as if he were about to reveal a dangerous secret, “Sakura-chan,”

Sasuke blinks heavily. The mention of his pink-haired teammate brings forth a flashback and the last memory he has of her plays in his mind.

His index and middle finger tap the purple diamond seal between her pink eyebrows where Itachi has done so many times to his own before.

Her jade eyes glitter with surprise—and something else he cannot name—when she looks up into his own.

“Maybe next time.” He promises.

“Sssakura.” He echoes, the name slurring off his tongue, as if he’s testing out the syllables for the first time. But he says nothing more on the matter.

Naruto nods his head eagerly, “She missed you soooo much.” he explains, shifting to casually mirror Sasuke’s position as he leans into his own palm, “She neverrrr shuts up about you, believe it!” Naruto straightens back up and snaps his fingers rudely at the bartender, earning him a death glare from the man who is mixing a drink on the other end of the bar. “Another round of shots over here, please! The strongest you got!”

“Hn...” Sasuke grunts, but also sits up; he does not refuse when the next round of alcohol is set before him and throws it back with ease. It burns his throat, and he almost gags, but he holds it down in front of Naruto.

The blond wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and lets out an obnoxious sigh of satisfaction when they slam the empty shot glasses down upon the bar top at the same time. Their challenge has been long forgotten.

“Ssspeaking of Sakura-Chan...” Naruto continues dramatically, and turns to his best friend with curious drunken orbs. “Have you been to see her yet?” He finishes with a hiccup.

He hasn’t, but guilt that was not there before strikes him now. “No...” he replies with a terse shake of his head.

Cloudy blue eyes blink in confusion. “Eh?! Why not?”

Sasuke tries to think about that. When he first arrived back in Konoha, there had been a bountiful to-do-list laid before him. First, he had to meet with Kakashi; who seemed delighted in his return, but nevertheless gave him a serious rundown of the all things he had to catch up on in his year of absence.

There had been mountains of paperwork to fill out in order to keep the Uchiha compound from being repossessed, and it had taken days to clean the cobwebs and dirt that had settled inside every nook and cranny of his abandoned home. He restocked his fridge, did piles of forgotten laundry, changed the linens of every bed in the house, and sorted through all of his old belongings.

He met with Tsunade who, after much convincing, patched him up with a new arm despite his protests. That alone had taken weeks of boring hospitalization and overwhelming medical information. He finds himself surprised that Sakura hadn’t sought him out herself, then. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t expected her to waltz in the very hospital room he had stayed in; but she never did.

In short, Sasuke had been kept ‘busy’ all month. Tonight is his first night free of any real task and he figured it wouldn’t hurt to join Naruto in his usual shenanigans. He had simply grown bored with his everyday mundane chores. Nothing more.

“Busy...” Sasuke provides what he believes is the truth, but Naruto only takes it as an empty excuse.

“So you’re tellin’ me,” he says as if he’s personally offended, “you didn’t... have even a second of free time to drop by Sakura-Chan’s apartment?”

Another shake of Sasuke’s head.

“Liar!” Naruto’s fist hammers down on the counter, causing the whole bar top to tremble and Sasuke to startle.

Strangers turn curious faces to his outburst and Sasuke’s red face is no longer related to intoxication alone. “Keep it down, idiot!” He seethes through clenched teeth. “Or you’ll get us both thrown out!”

Naruto crosses his arms with an indignant huff, followed by a hiccup. “I’d like to see them try! Only a dumbass would try and throw out the next Hokage!”

A burly shadow falls over the two drunk friends. “What was that?” The bartender offers a second chance, eyes sparking with challenge.

Naruto blinks, sweat-dropping, and waves his hands defensively, “N-N-Nothing! Nothing at all, sir!”

A smug grunt is the only response they receive before he walks away. Naruto exhales loudly in relief, but stiffens in shock when Sasuke lets out quick, silent huffs of laughter.

“Oi! What’s so funny?!” Naruto demands, giving the raven-haired man a pointed shove, but he catches his arm before Sasuke can tip over again. However, the drunk Uchiha does not seem to be bothered by the action this time, as he is bizarrely preoccupied.

The last shot they had taken settles in and tips him to the point of no return, and Sasuke’s head is anywhere but on earth. It is the final push he needs to be free of any last remaining shred of coherence. He is a stranger Naruto has never seen.

“You—!” Sasuke clutches at his chest, struggling to contain his drunken, uncharacteristic bout of silent laughter, “You’re a... you’re a... and you’re afraid of... of...”

Naruto doesn’t quite understand what his friend is saying, nor does he find what is so funny, but he is too shocked by Sasuke’s strange giggle-fit to say anything at all. It’s super weird, and all he can do is gape at the sight.

And then Naruto is laughing, too—but at Sasuke. It’s funny to see his stone-cold friend unwound and seemingly at ease; Even if Sasuke’s lopsided smirk isn’t quite an actual smile. It’s not a common sight, and Naruto does not pass up the opportunity to watch it unfold.

But when Sasuke catches his breath and his body dangerously teeters left to right; Naruto realizes his friend is clearly way in over his head. His mismatched eyes are all over the place, completely disoriented and unrecognizable. Naruto tries to take pride in the fact that Sasuke can’t hold his alcohol, but it quickly turns to worry when the Uchiha tries speaking and nothing he says makes sense. It’s jumbled noises and broken sentences. It disturbs him greatly.

“Okay...” Naruto says hesitantly and a little uncomfortably, instantly sobering up at the sight of his plastered friend, “I think it’s time to get you home...”

Sasuke snorts in disapproval, waving a dismissive hand and blurts: “‘mm fine, loser... just getting started...”

“Say, Sasuke...” the blond begins uneasily as he stands and pulls out his wallet to pay for their many drinks, “Have you... ever been drunk before?”

“I am’not drunk,” Sasuke scoffs, drawling out his words matter-of-factly, but Naruto knows he is lying and the Uchiha crosses his arms on the bar top, laying his spiked raven head on them. “‘Mm just a little tired...” his body jolts with a quiet hiccup.

Oh, man. Naruto thinks nervously as he observes his near comatose friend. There’s no way he can take care of himself right now.

The blond places a heap of money on the counter before he leans down to try and haul Sasuke’s arm up and over his shoulder. The Uchiha mutters a string of protests, but doesn’t seem to be able to physically fight back. Naruto tries to adjust his friend comfortably against him when they stand, but Sasuke is instantly a dead-weight and Naruto almost topples over.

“Jesus Christ! Just how much do you weigh?!”

“Wha’... are you doing...” Sasuke mumbles, head lolling to the side when Naruto just about drops him. But the blond finally finds his balance and adjusts Sasuke’s arm slung over his shoulder.

“I’m taking you home.” Naruto tells him sternly as if he’s talking to a child, taking slow, careful steps toward the exit. Sasuke’s feet practically drag along the wooden floor.

When they stumble outside, Naruto hopes the cool air will help shake Sasuke’s wits, but it does nothing of the sort. His raven head lolls to the side with every wobbling step they take together.

“S...”

Naruto pauses and looks to his friend who is struggling to lift his head.

“What?” He leans in, straining to hear.

“S... Sa...” he slurs, and Naruto blinks. “Ssakura.”

“Sakura-Chan?” He echoes in bewilderment. “What about her?”

“‘mm... go... house...”

“You want me to take you to Sakura-Chan’s house?” He splutters incredulously.

Sasuke nods precariously, but Naruto does not move. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Sasuke.”

The Uchiha makes a strained noise, followed by a hiccup. “...now.”

Dammit... Naruto curses inwardly. Sakura-Chan will kill me if I bring Sasuke to her like this... He bites his lip and shutters just thinking about it. But I can’t really drop him off home alone... And Hinata-chan might be uncomfortable if I bring him back to the apartment... He remembers then that Sakura is a medic; she would know exactly how to take care of him. Naruto considers the Uchiha hanging upon his shoulder and sighs in defeat.

“If that’s what you really want...”

There is a slight movement from Sasuke, and he knows it’s a nod.

Here goes nothing...

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The first thing Sakura is aware of when she is jolted from a deep sleep are the blazing red numbers of her alarm clock that reads 2:47 AM, and the desperate pounding of her front door downstairs.

She is on her feet immediately; there is an emergency. Someone is hurt or dying—she is prepared to be on call at all times. She curses when she throws open her bedroom door, not bothering to throw a jacket on over her white spaghetti-strapped tank top, and takes three steps at a time down the stairs until she jumps off and clambers to her front door, ready to answer the medic who stands in wait just outside.

Sakura nearly chokes in relief when the door flys open and reveals two of her closest friends side by side on her porch. But there is something terribly wrong; her relief is shattered when she notices that something with Sasuke is not right. His unconscious body hangs limply off Naruto’s side.

“Sasuke-kun!” She nearly screams in horror, assuming the worst immediately. He is dying, or he is already dead. Every second that ticks by is a chance she loses to save him. She reaches out to him instantly, but is taken aback when the blond grins sheepishly and she second guesses herself.

“Surprise!” Naruto says half-heartedly. “I brought you a present.”

Sakura sputters in disbelief and looks as if she has been slapped. “What the—what the hell? Is Sasuke-kun okay? Is he hurt?”

“Oh, he’s fine.” Naruto assures despite that he looks anything but. He adjusts Sasuke on his shoulders when he groans quietly, “Remind me to never go out drinking with him again. Can you believe Sasuke of all people can’t handle his liquor, I mean—“

But Sakura is already taking the Uchiha out of his arms. They switch him over awkwardly and Sasuke almost falls onto his face before Sakura catches him. His sudden weight startles her and she squeaks when he nearly pulls her to the ground with him. She quickly taps into her chakra and holds him steady. Their difference in height makes it a little difficult to adjust, but she is successful when she finally decides to turn around and hoist Sasuke high upon her back. When her hands hook under his knees and his hands hang limp over her shoulders, piggybacked, she unleashes her fury upon the blond.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?!” She screeches in a whisper as to not wake the man on her back, and his sudden warm sigh against her ear makes her shudder, and then she scrunches her nose when the smell of hard liquor hits her nostrils. “You idiot! What the hell is wrong with you!”

Naruto scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “S-Sorry, Sakura-Chan... but the bastard asked to come here.”

She freezes in her next insult to blink. “You—what?”

“He asked me to take him to your house, so I did.”

Sakura is silent for a moment as she considers the weight of this. Sasuke... wanted to come to her house? But why? It’s a bizarre idea to accept, especially since he hadn’t even bothered to see her in the entire month he’s been home. And now he just wants to be dumped at her doorstep? This better not be a joke! Or someone’s gonna pay! CHA!

When Sasuke mumbles quietly in her ear, she stiffens. She has no idea how to handle this; she has yet to even process what is happening. But the minute Naruto steps off her porch and leaves them alone, Sakura panics. Sasuke is drunk and sitting on her back like a giant sleeping child.

Slowly, as not to wake him, she creeps back into the house, shutting the door as quietly as possible with her foot. It clicks loudly and she flinches, but Sasuke only grumbles incoherently in her ear. A sigh of relief escapes her. His body jumps with silent hiccups. But now she is faced with another trying task: to lay him down without the risk of waking him.

That is, if he’s even sleeping. He seems to be, but the way he keeps slurring things in her ear tells her he’s just disoriented and teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. She knows he needs water. Carefully, she makes her way into the living room where she turns around and tries to lower the sleeping giant onto the cushions, but the position is awkward and she falls straight into his lap.

She feels him startle beneath her, jolted awake by the unexpected weight on his thighs and she squeaks in surprise, jumping to her feet and twirling around to face what she assumes will be wrath.

But he blinks up at her groggily, as if he’s not quite sure she’s there or not.

“...Sakura?” He slurs softly, the confusion saturating his deep voice.

“Y-Yup,” she laughs nervously, wringing her hands, “it’s just me.”

Way to go, idiot! Inner Sakura screeches at herself. Get a grip!

“Wha’... what are you... doing here?”

She blinks before supplying uneasily, “You’re... you’re in my house.”

It’s then that it seems to hit him where he is, because he sits up straighter and a little alarmed. “But... Naruto—?”

“—dropped you off here.”

However, he doesn’t seem to understand, or comprehend the absurdity of the situation because he relaxes his shoulders and simply replies, “Aa...”

As if it were perfectly fine he was sitting under her roof and wasted in her living room...

There is an awkward silence on Sakura’s part, and she fidgets where she stands. Perhaps he really is that drunk? She wonders what his blood alcohol level is, and she knows it must be high.

“I—I’ll go get you some water...”

Before he has a chance to reply, she skitters into the kitchen and throws open the cupboard, grabbing the first glass she sees and runs it under the tap. The cup trembles in her hand as it fills to the brim, and she can’t help but dread what Sasuke will do when he wakes up tomorrow and finds out he has slept in her house. She hasn’t spoken to him in over a year; she hasn’t seen him in over a year. And now he’s just—he’s just suddenly going to casually crash on her couch?! Unbelievable! Oops!—She turns off the tap when she realizes the cup is over flowing.

She pivots around and screams, the glass plunging to the tiled floor and exploding into a million pieces when a large, wobbly looming figure stands directly behind her in the door way.

“S-Sasuke-kun!” She breathes in horror. “You scared the hell—” she chokes on her words when he advances toward her. She quickly gains her bearings when she realizes where he’s about to step. “Wait—Sasuke-kun, there’s glass everywhere!”

She herself is barefoot, and she tries to step over the mess to stop him but yelps when she feels a shard puncture her heel.

“Ouch!” She hobbles over to him, trying to shove him out of the kitchen and back into the other room, but it’s as if she’s pushing against a brick wall. “Sasuke-kun! Please—you need to lie down and—!”

She freezes when a large hand is pressed on top of her head. She blinks before she looks up and meets half-lidded mismatched eyes. Her heart hammers like a drum within her chest and suddenly she cannot breathe.

“I—“ he starts, but his eyebrows furrow in what she assumes is pained confusion, “I do not... feel so well.”

“That’s because you’re drunk!” She snaps, and she can feel blood seeping from her barefoot and onto the cold floor. “Now, go lay down!” She demands as if she’s talking to an ornery dog rather than a grown man. He stares blankly down at her, wholly unaffected by her reprimand. Anger bubbles dangerously within her. What, has he suddenly become deaf, too?!

Just when she thought he wasn’t going to acknowledge her at all, he nods once, and then turns to stumble back down the hallway to the living room—a hand following along the wall no doubt trying to keep himself upright. Sakura’s chest heaves with apprehension and something else, but she doesn’t allow herself to linger on the feeling. She has a mess to clean up, a foot to heal, and a drunken man she loves, to take care of.

A heavy, frustrated sigh escapes her lips as she turns around to clean up the broken glass and huge puddle of water, but a distinct ‘thump!’ has her bristling in place. Without a second thought, she scrambles—hopping on her injured foot—towards the living room only to find Sasuke flat on his face in the middle of it, clearly unsuccessful in making his way to the couch.

“Ugh! Sasuke-kun!” She is pulling at her pink stresses. “What the hell did you even drink!”

There is a muffled sound and Sakura realizes with baffled amusement that he has actually responded to her, face down in the carpet. She makes her way over to his side, ignoring the shooting pain in her heel, and kneels next to him, gently pressing a hand to the Uchiha crest on his back.

“Sasuke-kun...” she murmurs sadly, crest-fallen at his terrible state.

Naruto’s gonna pay for this! Inner Sakura erupts in flames, cracking her knuckles, For both making Sasuke miserable and ruining our reunion!

This was not how she expected her first meeting with him would go at all! She sighs and shakes her head in disappointment; it can’t be helped. Her hand slides up from between his shoulder blades into his silky raven hair where she slowly caresses his scalp. She is surprised when he lets out a quiet grunt, and she’s not sure if it’s because of her hand in his hair or because she’s said his name.

“You can’t stay here on the floor.” She whispers, fingers still gently playing in his inky tresses. “We have to get you on the couch.”

He doesn’t move and Sakura understands with great resentment that she must drag him there herself. She musters up all of her courage and leans over him, tapping into her super human strength as she hauls him upright by the arm and slings it over her shoulder. She carefully guides him to the couch where she is finally able to lay him down. She kneels in front of him and the Uchiha turns his head marginally towards her, mismatched orbs barely open and blinking heavily.

Sakura hesitantly reaches to his face, laying a gentle hand on his flushed cheek before lightly brushing away the bangs that make it hard to see his eyes. “Are you okay?” She asks quietly, though her gentle voice is amplified in the heavy silence.

He doesn’t nod, or reply. He just stares.

...

And stares.

...

And stares.

The only sound in the air is their unsteady breathing, and Sakura thinks she might go crazy if he doesn’t stop looking at her like that.

She gets up to stand and leave, “I—I’ll go get you a pillow and blank—“

She turns to move, only to freeze when a firm hand snatches her wrist—as swift as a striking cobra. Electric spiders shoot up her arm at his touch, and the air punches from her lungs. Slowly, as if she’s afraid of what she might find when she does, she turns to look over her shoulder and down at him. His expression is unreadable; blank as a canvas. There is nothing to indicate what he is thinking, and she is left baffled by his bold and confusing gesture.

“Sasuke... kun?” She breathes in astonishment, unsure jade eyes flickering to his unyielding hold on her wrist. “What are you d—?”

“You—“ he interjects abruptly, and then stops as if he’s hesitating. “Why... haven’t you... “ he struggles here, but finds the words he’s so desperately looking for when he finally chokes, “...come to see me?”

Sakura’s world stops. As if someone pesky has stolen the remote and presses pause at the most crucial part of a scene. Everything is at a standstill. Even Inner Sakura is shocked into silence. She is sure her eyes are wide and her jaw has slackened, but she cannot get her body to respond.

Did Sasuke... just... just ask her...

“Sakura?” He slurs uneasily, and its here that her world resumes and she starts to breathe again. She has to remind herself that Sasuke is not coherent. That he has no idea what he’s saying—or if he’ll even remember tonight at all. It would take hours before he was even sober again. She can see the fog in his questioning eyes. He is still highly intoxicated; drunk.

Yet, despite all of this, the gravity of his inquiry hits her like a brick.

Because, in order to ask something like that drunk, he had to be thinking it soberly in the first place.

So... What did that mean? Was he bothered by her absence? Was he hurt by it? Had... had he been waiting for her all this time? Sakura always assumed Sasuke would come see her when he saw it fit; assumed that his schedule would only allow for him to decide when to take action. Assumed that, perhaps, in the end, he just didn’t want to see her after all.

But he is here, wondering why she had not come to see him.

And she is speechless.

“I—“ The words die on her lips. She finds there is nothing she can say, because now she’s internally asking herself the same question.

Why hasn’t she gone to see him?

Sasuke has been the man she loved her whole life. And yet, even after his long awaited return, she never made a move to put herself in his path. Sakura genuinely believed that he had his hands tied; that important tasks had to be dealt with first and foremost, and that when he was finished he would be on her doorstep, ready to talk. She had not wanted to be in his way. Did not want to bother him in his homecoming adjustment. She had been patient. She wanted him to come to her, just this once.

And oh, how the fates have granted her wish in the most unfortunate fashion.

“I don’t know.” She squeaks nervously, and cannot meet his half-lidded eyes.

After a tense silence, the magnetic pull of his gaze draws her reluctantly back to his face; jade eyes finally dare to meet mismatched ones, and she thinks his eyebrows furrow marginally in hurt, but when she blinks it’s gone.

“I... see.”

His hand drops from her wrist and it’s as if she’s lost her anchor—she floats to the surface where she finally draws a breath she has not realized she has been holding. The feeling is strange now that his warmth is gone, and leaves something like the ghost of a burn where his slender fingers held tight. This time, he does not stop her when she walks away.

Hobbling up the stairs, she reaches into the hallway closet and gathers a heap of bedding in her arms. She hopes it’s enough to keep him comfortable, but there is no telling if he’ll even fall asleep. With her luck, he’ll be causing her trouble until the break of dawn.

Hopping carefully with her injured foot back down the stairs, she stiffens the moment she re-enters the living room and Sasuke is sitting upright.

A weak smile is all she can muster. “S-Sasuke-kun, you should lay down.”

He doesn’t, of course, and she sighs. She drapes the soft blanket over his shoulders like a cape, pulling it snuggly around his chest and sets the pillow down behind him, waiting for him to speak—or do anything to show he’s acknowledged her.

But he doesn’t do that, either.

His gaze is unfocused; unseeing over her shoulder back toward the hallway. It’s as if he’s in a trance, spellbound. His body sways slightly, a testament to the many drinks he has consumed. And when his lips finally part, she is genuinely startled by the choked plea that falls from his lips, shattering the heavy silence.

“Why?”

It’s a single word, but it bleeds with a wound far beyond what her eyes can see. Her chest tightens at the sound. She knows exactly what he’s asking, and when he finally meets her gaze, prickling tears blur her vision. Mismatched eyes are pained, as if he’s been betrayed by something unspoken or an action left undone. Sakura understands now with frightening clarity that she has hurt him in some, small way. The ice buries itself in her gut, twisting and clawing at her insides with bitter regret. She has genuinely hurt Sasuke. The idea surprises as much as it confuses her.

“Sasuke-kun...” she whispers, but her voice is broken. Her throat is dry, and she swallows the bitterness in her mouth thickly. The hot tears are threatening to spill. She is coming undone in front of him. But nothing could have prepared her for what happens next.

“...!” His eyes widen abruptly when the Uchiha clamps a firm hand over his mouth.

And Sakura knows exactly what’s about to happen.

Oh, know you don’t! Inner Sakura shrieks with a shake of her fist.

Instinctively, she summons her super-strength, scoops the grown man into her arms in—you guessed it: bridal style, and screams: “Shan-naro!” As she heaves him with all of her might into her arms. She bolts across the hallway and gallops up the stairs as fast as her feet can take her.

The second she crashes into the tiny bathroom, she stumbles forward and loses her footing in her haste. Sasuke is thrown from her arms and his spiked raven head smacks the hard tile the same time her pink head hits his broad chest.

“Umph!”

However, there is no time to worry or express her apology because she is instantly—roughly—thrown backwards and onto her back when Sasuke shoves her off so hard that for a terrifying moment, she thinks he is going to attack her. But to her surprise, he clambers desperately across the floor to the pristine toilet basin where he retches violently.

Oh.

Sakura winces at the sound, but not from disgust. As a medic, she has grown desensitized to bodily fluids and it takes way more than measly vomit to turn her insides. She winces at his misery; his entire body shakes with each gag. There is an overwhelming urge to comfort him, so she carefully crawls over to his hunched form and places a gentle hand between his shoulder blades where she rubs small, soothing circles upon his back.

“It’ll be okay, Sasuke-kun,” she coos softly, “I’m so sorry.” And it’s not just this particular situation she’s sorry for. “What were you thinking, drinking so much? It’s not like you to be so... so... irresponsible...” Sasuke isn’t exactly the first person who comes to mind with that word, and she cannot believe she’s even saying it. It strikes her with disbelief: she’s reprimanding Sasuke Uchiha. Scolding him, like a disobedient child.

For the first time in her life, she is angry with him. Her hand drops from his back and she has to curl it into a fist to keep from smacking him over the head. As if it’s Naruto sitting in front of her rather than the almighty Uchiha prodigy.

The Uchiha in question gives a final retch, spits, and then lifts his head when his hands fall away from the basin and he sits back on his palms, chest heaving. His tortured expression tugs at her heart and Sakura sighs, replacing her hand on his back and resumes the circular motion she hopes is comforting.

“Feel better?” After freeing his stomach of all that alcohol, she’s sure he does. However, it looks as if sobriety isn’t coming to him anytime soon. In short, Sasuke is still wasted.

“...” he pants, mismatched eyes half-lidded and heavy with exhaustion.

“Here...” she stands up to close the toilet lid and flushes the contents before she makes her way to the bathroom sink, where she opens the mirrored medicine cabinet. “I don’t have an extra toothbrush or anything, but...” She plucks the oblong see-through bottle off the shelf, swishing the light blue liquid around. “This should help.”

She kneels next to him on the tile and offers him the mouthwash, only to choke when he takes it from her hands and throws it back like it’s a water bottle, gulping the contents.

“What the—Sasuke-kun, no!” She screeches in horror, ripping the bottle from his hands and spilling the blue liquid all over the place. “This is mouthwash! Not—not a drink!”

Sasuke is genuinely startled but it doesn’t seem to register what he’s just done. He blinks at her innocently.

Has he lost his mind?!

“You—!” Her lips flounder in shock, torn between disbelief and awe at what he has just done and the clueless expression on his face that is maddeningly adorable. She shakes her head, “J-Just... never mind.”

She takes his hand to try and help him to his feet—he snatches it away from her, “‘mm fine.” He grumbles, but he is far from it. “...I don’t... need... your help.”

Sakura’s hands are stern on her hips. “Like hell you do!” She reaches out to reclaim his hand but he pulls it away. Anger roars to life; the medic inside her is on his case instantly, “Don’t you dare catch an attitude with me when you’re the one who did this to yourself in the first place! You’re a mess! But I’m not just going to sit here while you puke your guts out and fall all over the place! I’m not going to let you hurt yourself just because you’re stubborn! So shut up, and let me help you!”

“...no.”

Her eye twitches.

She reaches for him a final time, but when he promptly smacks her hand away, something inside of her snaps.

She bristles and her hands ball into angry fists. Oh, hell no! Inner Sakura shrieks. “Fine.” She bites out, “If you’re so confident that you don’t need my help, prove it. Stand up.” And she herself gets to her feet, crossing her arms. He glares up at her, and when he doesn’t move, she taunts: “Well, go on then. Stand up.”

Slowly, carefully, he places both hands on the toilet lid and tries to heave his body upward unsteadily. It’s almost too embarrassing to watch. When he is finally on both feet—albeit swaying dangerously—he smirks triumphantly down at her. He teeters back and forth, and Sakura knows he’s going to lose his balance at any given moment and she almost hopes he will: Maybe he’ll learn his lesson! CHA!

He wobbles backwards and forwards, and then it finally happens.

“...!” Mismatched eyes widen when he tips a little too far backwards. Sakura reaches out a hand, but before she can do anything to stop it, Sasuke grabs onto it desperately and she’s pulled down with him. They both topple backwards into the bathtub behind him—the pink shower curtain, along with the metal rod, comes raining down upon them and swallows their tangled form. Sasuke’s arms move instinctively; they are tight and protective around her, as if the sound of the falling plastic around them had scared him into thinking something far worse was falling on them.

Sakura’s heart thunders mercilessly, and with her ear pressed tightly against his chest, she can hear his heart pounding in sync with her own.

It is deathly silent. Sasuke’s warm, minty breath puffs heavily against the top of her head and she is too terrified to move. The air punches from her lungs when his arms instinctively clench around her in response to a loud clatter that shatters the silence and echos in the claustrophobic space. A shampoo bottle, she realizes but barely registers. The only thing she can comprehend is the thundering of Sasuke’s heart beneath her ear. It’s racing, and something screams at her that it isn’t from anxiety alone.

It’s here that she dares to look up at him, and when she does it’s clear that he is shaken. His wide mismatched eyes meet hers in pure horror. And if that wasn’t enough to sober him up, the fact that she was on top of him, encircled in his arms, awkwardly straddling his hips, inches from his face, probably was.

She swallows thickly.

“Are... are you okay?” The tips of their noses are millimeters from touching.

“...yes.” His hot breath fans her lips.

Everything about this small moment is amplified. He is beautiful, and she is reminded that it has been a year since she’s last seen him. His one obsidian eye is flecked grey, no longer flat black in her close proximity. His lashes are full and a smidgen longer than they once were. Longer, sharp, raven bangs fall over his still-widened eyes, stopping just short the tip of his aristocratic nose. She inhales, and he smells of mint and a touch of alcohol, but his natural scent is there. He smells of sandalwood; the burning of a campfire on a late summers evening. She is reminded of how much she had missed him.

She is reminded of how much she loves him.

Sasuke stares back at her silently. She can tell by the look in his eyes that he is still not quite sober, but is the closest he will get to it until he sleeps it off. His lips part, as if to say something, but they close and he says nothing at all.

“I’m sorry.” She breathes, breaking the heavy silence, and she feels him startle lightly at her sudden words. “I shouldn’t have egged you on like that. It’s just—all I wanted to do was help you, and you made me so mad and—“

“Sakura.”

“—I should have come to see you. I didn’t even know you wanted to see me, I had no idea; honest! I mean, I missed you so much and asked about you and how you were doing—“

“Sakura.”

“—and it sounded like you had a lot on your plate and I didn’t want to annoy you or—or—bother you in any way because I figured if you wanted to see me, you would just come find me and—“

“Sakura.”

She blinks, pausing in her nervous ramble to finally pay him attention. His mismatched eyes are soft around the edges, contradicting the snap of his voice.

“I...” he swallows, as if his next words are hard to say. And then he rips it off like a bandaid. “...missed... you, too.”

Everything Sakura had left to say vanishes out the window. Just like that, her mind is blank. She blinks—once, twice, thrice. Had she heard him correctly? “W-what?”

“...You heard me the first time.”

“I—“ She has no idea what to say. But then she is left confused. “Then... how come you didn’t come to see me?”

He promptly looks away from her, turning his face toward the bathtub nozzle. He is silent, and Sakura doesn’t expect him to respond, but when he does, she gapes in disbelief.

“I waited.”

Huh? Inner Sakura works quickly to figure out what he means by this, but she comes up empty-handed and is left bewildered.

“For... for what?” She asks, mentally ripping her hair out in suspense. Just get on with it already! For what! “Sasuke-kun!” When he doesn’t answer, she shimmies out of his arms and playfully smacks his chest. “Answer me!”

He narrows his eyes at her, clearly not appreciative of the gesture, but turns his head back to her in response.

“Out of curiosity.” He supplies plainly, but Sakura knows that’s not the real answer. She frowns at his stubborn ego.

“Out of... curiosity? That’s it?” She tries not to let the lie get to her, but the tears are already prickling in her eyes. Perhaps... she was wrong and it was not a lie after all. “So, my feelings are just... entertainment for you?”

His eyes widen marginally at her accusation, the realization of what he has just unintentionally implied hitting him like a slap to the face, but before he has the chance to fix his mistake, she is climbing off of him and steps out of the bathtub.

“Sakura—“ he reaches out a desperate hand to stop her, but she’s already heading towards the door.

“Save it.” She pauses in the doorway, but doesn’t look back at him. “I’ll call Naruto to get you home safely. The next time you decide to get hammered, make sure you end up at the right place. I hope this was entertainment enough for you.” And then she is gone.

‘I hope this was entertainment enough for you.’

He blinks in astonishment. The alcohol still swims through his veins, but the only thing he can feel is the talons of regret clawing at his insides. He has no idea how it all went sideways so fast. Her words are venom, and they sting far more than he expects. He struggles to climb out of the bathtub and untangle himself from the shower curtain, but the room spins and the curtain wraps around his ankle the second he tries to stand and he falls forward. The ache in the back of his head from his earlier fall pulses. He feels sick again, but there is nothing left for his stomach to expel. The bathroom tile is cold and sobering against his cheek; he closes his eyes and wills to stop the world from spinning around him. But it doesn’t. It’s as if he is prisoner to a merry-go-round and his punisher will show him no such mercy.

Stop. He pleads silently. And there, helpless and abandoned on Sakura’s bathroom floor, he decides he will never touch alcohol again. He has made a fool of himself. And, as snippets of the night’s earlier events flicker unbidden behind his eyelids, he cringes in mortification. He remembers falling flat on his face in the living room, and her slender fingers in his hair.

‘You can’t stay here on the floor.’

He remembers Sakura carrying him on her back and up the stairs when he had just about threw up everywhere. He remembers her gentle hand on his back, her soft words. He remembers latching onto her wrist and asking why she hadn’t come to see him. He remembers the broken look in her tearful emerald eyes.

‘I don’t know.’

‘I... see.’

And when he opens his eyes, they immediately take note of the tiny red smudges upon the white tile that lead to the doorway. Blood. And then he remembers the explosion of shattered glass.

‘Wait—Sasuke-kun, there’s glass everywhere!’

Her pained expression, her genuine concern that he would step on the shards and in turn hurt herself instead. Why? Why did he ask the idiot to bring him to her house? More importantly, why did the idiot listen when he was clearly in no state of mind to be making decisions!

Sakura had probably been peacefully sleeping in bed before Naruto dumped him at her doorstep. Before he made a mess of her night. Before he placed such an unnecessary, heavy burden on her shoulders.

Embarrassment. Shame. Guilt.

All at once. Sasuke Uchiha wishes the floor would swallow him up. But it doesn’t, and the gravity of reality holds him to the floor. He has to fix it. Sakura’s last words ring in his ears, deafening him. And then his own.

‘Out of curiosity.’

He scoffs at himself. Just what the hell made him say that? Sure he had been curious—way more curious than he’d ever admit to himself—as to when and if she would come to see him, but it was definitely not out of amusement. Sasuke doesn’t play with people’s feelings. And he sure as hell isn’t getting a kick out of Sakura’s. No. He waited because... because...

He blinks, unable to finish the thought. Because...? It’s here that Sasuke is confused. He doesn’t realize that he has waited—subconsciously avoided her—all this time because he is scared of facing Sakura after everything he’s done. His pride would never allow such a thought. Sasuke Uchiha isn’t scared of anything. But in the end, he is only human. He had been scared that over time, she would change her mind, and that she would not forgive him. Scared that she would look at him with the same disdainful eyes everyone else did. He was a traitor; a criminal. He has held her bare throat in his hands and has tried to run a Chidori straight through the very heart that loved him.

Scared, because he knows he does not deserve to be forgiven.

And scared, because she knows this, too.

Instead, Sasuke settles on believing he has waited because it isn’t his business what she does. Or who she decides to see. Or whatever she decides to do in her free time. He doesn’t care that she hasn’t come to see him. Just... a little surprised. But when she had rambled in his arms only minutes ago, saying she had missed him, that she had asked about his absence, that she had truly just respected his space, relief overwhelmed him. He had released an internal breath he never knew he was holding. It flooded his chest with warmth. Filled him to the brim with reassurance. Of course Sakura still loves him.

He clenches his teeth. Now look what he’s done! He’s ruined any chance of a normal reunion, and he hates himself for it. The room spins continuously, but this time Sasuke is determined not to let the alcohol win. He clambers to his feet, using the wall next to him for support, and takes a minute to steady himself. Okay. One step at a time. Carefully, he places one foot in front of the other, creeping across the bathroom as if he’s crossing a cliff’s ledge over great heights. He has to make it to Sakura before she can call Naruto. He has to make things right. He is dizzy, he stumbles, his eyes fall in and out of focus, but he does not stop.

When he reaches the doorway, he clings to the doorframe and leans out, looking left and right. Where had she gone? He stops and listens carefully. Just barely, he can make out the sound of tinkering glass, and he knows she’s in the kitchen cleaning the mess that is his fault. He frowns. Not because he has found her, but because she is downstairs. As in, he will have to make it down a flight of perilous steps without breaking his neck. However, his determination does not waver and he steps out into the hall.

Gripping the wooden railing, he braces himself. The steps are steep, and as he looks down at them, it’s as if the bottom is miles away. One foot. Another. He steps down painfully slow, and the step creaks under his weight. He stops and listens for any sign that would indicate that she’s heard him, but the shuffling of glass and a wrinkle of a trash bag eases his nerves. Good. He wants to prove to her that he is not a burden. That even drunk, he is perfectly capable of handling himself. Another step. As his confidence grows, he lets go of the railing. Perhaps, if he just showed her his effort in making it down to her, she’d see that her feelings for him were far more than just entertainment. Perhaps, if he—

His foot misses the next step.

“F—!” Is the only sound he can manage before he is tumbling painfully down her steps.

When he lands, it’s hard and damning. His face slams into the floorboard with a sickening crunch and he knows he has surely broken his nose. The air is still with a finality that has him closing his eyes in defeat. And when he hears her hurried footfalls careening down the hallway’s wooden floorboards and ever closer, he wants to disappear forever.

“Sasuke-kun!” She is screaming, half out of her mind with worry.

But it’s the last sound that rings in his ears before he slips unconscious.

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Sakura nearly goes into cardiac arrest when she discovers the Uchiha still as stone at the stairs landing. Her heart hammers like a war-drum in her ears, and she doesn’t know what to check first. She collapses to her knees next to him and takes note of the slight expansion of his rib cage—but just because he is breathing doesn’t mean something else isn’t broken. He is on his front, and so she carefully flips him over; only to squeak in fright at the crimson liquid that trickles from his nose.

“What the hell were you thinking, idiot!” She cries despite not being heard. “You could have snapped your neck! I can’t bring back the dead!” Her chest tightens at the very idea and any reason she has justified to herself abandoning him in the bathroom, melts into regret. She should have never let him out of her sight. He had seemed like he was almost sober when she left him last!

Well, you were clearly wrong! Inner Sakura berates angrily. Now look what you did!

Tears spill over the palm that covers her mouth. “I’m so sorry, Sasuke-kun!”

After a thorough check of the unconscious Uchiha, she heals his broken nose and sprained wrist. He is lucky. She hauls him into her arms and carries him to the living room couch where she lays his head on the pillow and pulls the blanket to his chin.

He looks adorable, but she can’t stop the tears from rolling down her face to appreciate his sleeping expression. She kneels at his side and lays her head upon his chest. It rises and falls slowly.

“You... jerk.” She mumbles as she turns to face him. He remains undisturbed, peaceful in his drunken slumber. “I...”

Little does Sakura know, Sasuke has been conscious since the moment she had picked him up off the floor. The movement had stirred him awake, but he did not dare open his eyes to face her. He pretends to sleep, holding on to every word she breathes.

“I wish you had just come to see me; even once. But no. You just had to make it a big deal. You’re a such a drama queen.”

Sasuke has to physically hold back a quiet snort of laughter. His breath hitches, but she doesn’t seem to notice.

“But... You’ve always hated me, haven’t you?” He has to refrain from frowning. “You say you miss me, but do you really? Naruto says you never ask about me. The ‘next time’ that you promised me before you left never came. Was that a lie, too?” Sasuke wants to shake his head, but remains deadly still. “Are you a liar, Sasuke-kun?” She sighs and he feels the warmth on his chest. “You never seem to want me around. You say I’m annoying, but what does that even mean? Why are you really here tonight? You hurt me over... and over.”

Sasuke is uncomfortable. He now feels as if he is intruding on something he most definitely should not be hearing. But he can’t back out now. He can’t find the will to stop her, and he realizes with horror that he wants to know more. She shifts.

“And yet...” the weight disappears off of his chest. And when she speaks next, the proximity of her voice nearly startles him. Her warm breath is on his face, as if she’s merely inches away. His heart picks up the pace and he doesn’t know whether it’s from fear or anticipation. But nothing could have prepared him for what she says next:

“I’m so in love with you.”

His heart drops. As if he is free falling. The shock that shoots through his body at her words is both exhilarating and terrifying; his eyes snap open. He sits straight up, nearly head butting her, and instantly, she screams and falls backward onto her elbows, where she scrambles farther away. “S-Sasuke-kun! I—I thought—!”

“Sakura.”

She looks at him as if he’s the most terrifying thing she’s ever seen. He wants to smirk at her reaction, but the weight of her words sit heavy on his heart and he can do nothing but stare.

“Is that true.”

Her lips flounder and she looks as if she has seen a ghost. When the shock finally fades from her face, he sees that her cheeks are stained pink. Her lips lift in a wide, almost cheeky, grin and it fills him with bliss. She scoots closer until she’s kneeling beside him once more. Her expression is shy, and her eyes are everywhere but his face. His heart thunders mercilessly.

“Sakura?”

She isn’t looking at him. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

Her eyes meet his.

“I love you, Sasuke-kun.”

“...!” His eyes widen. Sakura’s confession is bold, but its spoken with such conviction that his mind double takes. As if it goes without question. As if there was never a doubt in the first place. It was firm. Real.

She really loves him. Even after everything he’s done. Even after the trouble he’s put her through tonight. Even after he’s broken her heart so many times.

“I—“ he is winded. His chest heaves with an unknown emotion and he is unprepared. He is scared.

Scared, because his heart won’t stop pounding.

Scared, because he realizes with frightening clarity that he just might love her, too.

Any last lingering effect from the alcohol is gone. He is stone-cold sober.

The world behind her fades away, and there is nothing left but her glittering eyes. She is startlingly beautiful in this moment. She leans in slowly, carefully. He knows what she’s going to do, but he can’t move. His heart thuds in his ears. Her face inches ever closer, and a sheen of moisture sits pretty on her lower lip. He can’t take his eyes off it. And just when he leans down to close the gap—

Bam! Bam! Bam!

They freeze in place, eyes wide, their lips a mere whisper apart. A very familiar voice shouts from outside the house.

“Sakura-Chan! Sakura-Chan!” Naruto’s fist slams upon her front door and it echos in the silence of her house. “Hinata-chan said it was probably a bad idea to leave the bastard here! Bring him out, I’ll take him back home! Sakura-Chan! Saku—!”

She rips the door open, bristling with anger, flames in her eyes, and Naruto immediately shrinks in fear. “H-Hey! W-What’s—?”

She promptly smacks him over the head. “Beat it, idiot! Sasuke-kun is sleeping and if you wake him, there will be hell to pay!” Inner Sakura is already pushing up her sleeves.

Naruto throws his hands up defensively and immediately backs down and off her porch. “L-Loud and clear, Sakura-chan!” And then he scurries off down the road and disappears. She breathes a sigh of relief, but the second she closes the door behind her, she squeaks when she is pressed back against the wooden slab.

“Sleeping, huh?” Sasuke smirks, and Sakura bites her lip nervously. He presses a hand against the door just next to her ear, and cocks his head marginally to the side in amusement. “...Are you a liar, Sakura?” He mimics her earlier words.

This seems to snap her from her trance, because she’s defensive immediately. “Hey! You weren’t even supposed to—“

He dips his head down to meet her lips—

Only for him to change direction in the last second, falling past her head, meeting the wooden door slab face to face as a dizzy spell claims his conscious. He groans before collapsing to her shoulder and falls sideways and onto the floorboards with a ‘thud!’ before she can react.

“Sasuke-kun!” She squeaks, kneeling at his side immediately. “Are you okay!”

She shakes his shoulders insistently, but when a light snore drifts to her ears she freezes, and then deflates with disappointment. Sasuke is fast asleep.

You’ve got to be kidding! Just when he... he was just about to... Inner Sakura cradles her knees to her chest, mourning the loss of her first kiss with the Uchiha.

She sighs heavily, hauling Sasuke into her arms for the last time and lays him gently on the couch, hovering just above his peaceful face. She studies him, lingering on his just slightly parted lips. His cheeks are still flushed, so Sakura slides a palm under his raven bangs to feel his forehead. No fever, she confirms with relief. The alcohol must have finally got to him. She starts to pull her hand away, but her fingers trail down to his high cheek bone where they sit hesitantly. Sasuke had really been about to kiss her.

She melts into a wide smile at the thought. Leaning in, she brings her other palm to his face, cradling his sleeping attractive features. Slowly, carefully, she presses soft lips against his.

Sakura wants to laugh at the absurdity of the entire night; at the great Uchiha falling on his face, tumbling down the steps, falling into a tub, drinking mouthwash... but she can’t help but only love him more. Because, as it seems, the Uchiha is not always the perfect prodigy; his mask slips every once in a while, just like everyone else. Sasuke Uchiha makes silly mistakes, just like everyone else. Sasuke Uchiha can be reckless, just like everyone else.

And, as Sakura inches back from his lips to admire his undisturbed expression, she realizes with a giggle that Sasuke Uchiha is, after all, only human.

FIN.

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all hallows eve

↬ “i usually advise the weak-hearted not to visit the Weeping Willow. the apothecary is quite...stubborn, for lack of a better word. don’t get me wrong, renjun’s a talented herbalist and is highly skilled in his line of work. the villagers are without a doubt grateful for his services! the issue is...we’re not quite sure he feels the same. if you must, then pay him a visit. otherwise, i would just order from him indirectly like the rest of us.”

meet the other residents of Wisteria

A royal blue building with moss growing on the roof, a royal blue building with moss growing on the roof, a royal blue buil—here it is!

Breathing a sigh of relief, you finally stumbled upon the apothecary’s shop. A large sign hung from the roof shingles with the words The Weeping Willow written on it in smooth, black paint and outlined with an iridescent gold shimmer. The shop itself was quite quaint and rather charming on the outside. Surrounded by an iron fence, with only a tiny gate separating the rocky dirt road from the smooth stone pathway, the Weeping Willow was definitely a sight for sore eyes.

Carefully unlocking the gate, you stepped foot on the stone trail that led to door of the shop. However, as soon as the tip of your shoe came in contact with the stones, a glowing red light seeped out from the edges. You jumped back, letting out a sharp squeak as the stone continued to glow. Soon after, the other stones nearby began to glow as well with different shades of reds, greens, blues, and yellows. The iron gate shook rapidly before it slammed shut, lock placing itself back through the hole and tightening. The window shutters flew wide open, pounding against the walls of the building with fervor, as if it had a mind of it’s own.

You gripped the woven basket tightly in your hand, inching backwards slowly, ready to make a run for it at any given time. You didn’t really know what was going on, but you were certain of one thing.

This wasn’t an ordinary apothecary shop.

As the edifice continued it’s frightening theatrical display, you failed to notice the willow door gradually opening little by little. Pale, dainty fingers wrapped around the edge while glaring amber eyes peered through the tiny slit, shifting back and forth between the illuminated stones and the panicked newcomer cowering behind the front gate. The hidden figure’s mouth turned down into an unappreciative scowl, a soft growl escaping from the depths of his chest and up through his parted lips.

“And to what do I owe the displeasure? Do you not realize how early it is?”

Confused as to where the sudden biting tone came from, your eyes frantically scanned the perimeter of the area, until they finally locked with the burning yellow orbs peeking through the doorway. You audibly gasped at their overwhelming intensity, causing you to choke on your next words.

“U-um w-well I was...I was j-just—“

“Spit it out already! I do not have the time for this.”

“I was...I was told you’d be open this morning,” your words faded towards the end, and you feared the thought of having to repeat yourself once more. However, it seemed your words managed to reach the obscured figure’s ears. His eyes made a rolling motion and you heard a soft scoff leave his lips.

“And who told you that?” he grumbled.

You gulped. “The innkeeper at the Harrownight Inn, Mark L—“

“Mark Lee, of course. I should have known.”

He clicked his tongue in disapproval and all at once, everything stopped.

The stones lost their dazzling glow, the window shutters ceased their incessant pounding on the walls, and the gate opened with a chilling creak, inviting you to once again make the daring cross over from the safety and familiarity of the dirt path to the uncertainty and perplexity of the stone trail. Still shocked from your past experience, you hesitated placing your foot down on the same stone that caused that terrifying chain of events to play out, that is until you heard a frustrated groan come from inside the shop.

“Either you hurry up and get inside or else I’ll slam this door in your face. Your choice, my dear. Make it quick.”

Determined to not make him annoyed with you any further, you simply disregarded your inkling sense of fear and raced inside, the door promptly shutting behind you. Once you arrived within the confines of the shop, you took the time to take in your surroundings.

Despite the rising sun shining its dazzling light upon the earth outside, the interior was rather dim and gloomy. Silk curtains covered every single window, and the only source of light provided was a single flame atop a bed of chipped logs.

The snarky figure, who you presumed was Renjun, the apothecary Mark told you about, was nowhere to be seen. It was as if he vanished into thin air upon your entrance into the shop. The only sign of life you could see was a baby calico kitten, snuggled up on a leather couch by the fireplace. The golden hazel tone of her fur was enhanced by the warm flare of the candlelight.

Entranced by the kitten’s adorable appearance, you could hardly restrain yourself from walking over and gently running your fingers through it’s silky smooth coat.

“Well, aren’t you a beauty?” you mused quietly to yourself, smiling widely as the kitten purred and nestled it’s tiny head into the palm of your hand. You could practically feel your heart swell with adoration.

“Her name’s Luna,” a hushed, yet firm voice rang out, startling you enough to yank your hand back and twirl around to find the source of said voice.

You didn’t have to look very far because standing directly in front of you, was the young man you presumed to be Renjun. He was covered with a beige brown cloak, similar to your own, and adorned fingerless, leather gloves around his delicate poised hands. A single chain hung from his neck with a luminescent sapphire blue charm dangling in front of his chest. Shifting your gaze back up, you were shocked to see just how...juvenile he looked. He couldn’t have possibly been any older than you or Mark, perhaps even younger.

As you continued to observe him, you couldn’t deny his undeniably refined beauty. A petite, elegant face curtained by strands as black as the night sky. The slope of his nose, the deepness of his eyes, the curve of his lips, all factors that contributed to the apothecary’s ethereal appearance.

However, you noticed something different about him this time. His eyes. No longer were they the burning gold you had witnessed them to be only a few moments earlier. Now they had calmed down and faded into a familiar, earthy brown. But that was not all. There seemed to be lingering traces of amber speckled across the edge of his iris, or perhaps your own eyes saw it as an illusion, merely a reflection of the burning embers flying off the crackling flame. But you knew for certain, there was something else concealed behind it.

“Are you just going to stand there and gawk at me all day, or are you going to sit down?” Renjun’s snarky tone snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, um..yes.”

You quickly took a seat on the creaky, old chair by the work table. Renjun was standing on the opposite side, hands carefully lifting vials of vibrant and desaturated substances up to his face. He inspected each one with the utmost attention to detail, turning the vials over in the palm of his hand and holding them up by the cork. Once he deemed a substance to be satisfactory, Renjun then placed the vials inside a large baleen basket. He proceeded to do this for a few more minutes, and when he ran out of vials to inspect, he covered the basket and carried it over to a large shelf, putting the basket of vials on the bottom. He stood up straight, briefly dusted off his cloak, and made his way back over to you.

Renjun pulled up another chair from the side of the room and positioned it on the opposite side of where you were sitting. He plopped down with a soft thud, breathing out an exasperated sigh as his fingers gently tapped on the edge of the table. He flicked his hard gaze up to you. If looks could kill, you would definitely be six feet under right about now.

“So what exactly is your reasoning for being here so early in the morning, pray tell?”

“I’m seeking a remedy to help treat my cuts and bruises.”

“...That’s it? That’s all you came here for? With how early it is, I assumed you needed something more...” he paused, searching for the right word, “...substantial.”

You raised your eyebrows. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Renjun chuckled dryly at your offended tone, and you could have sworn you saw a flash of emerald appear in the middle of his pupil. “Calm down, my dear. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

He peered over my shoulder and clicked his tongue twice. Almost immediately, a flash of orange and black whipped past your face and landed elegantly in his lap. Luna pawed gently at Renjun’s thigh before resting her head upon it, soft purrs leaving her tiny body as her owner absentmindedly stroked her fur.

“It’s just...you’re one of the few customers I’ve had who actually comes here seeking the correct treatments,” he sighed. “You see, people like to stop by and request remedies that far exceed the degree of their ailment. I once received a customer who requested a full jar of Full Moon Drops to relieve his minor stomachache.”

Seeing the confusion appear on your face, Renjun was quick to explain. “Full Moon Drops should be used sparingly. Once the victi—I mean, the diseased, consumes a drop or two, they should feel the effects happen within a moment. Unfortunately, those drops can become quite addictive the more you consume them, and the more you consume, the more susceptible you are to hallucinations...and quite possibly even death if you were to go that far.”

At that, Renjun smiled sinisterly.

A flash of red.

“However, if that were to happen I certainly wouldn’t be the one to complain. This world has become far too crowded, don’t you think?”

An indignant sound left your lips at this unexpected question, causing the young apothecary to snicker.

“I’m only joking, my dear. All of my customers...dead,” he spoke solemnly, but you detected a hint of malice underneath. “I wouldn’t be able to make a living. Imagine how dreadful that would be for me?”

You remained silent, perturbed at the slightly horrific direction this conversation took. You almost regretted refusing Mark’s offer to walk you here himself.

What a foolish choice on your part.

“My apologies, things went a little dark there, didn’t they?”

Renjun sighed once more before he abruptly leaned forward, gazing deeply at you with narrowed eyes.

A flash of green again.

“You said you needed something for your cuts and bruises, correct?”

A meek nod.

“Would you mind showing me where the injuries are so I can get a good judgement of their extremity?”

Obeying his request, you slowly lifted up the sleeves of your cloak, revealing an array of scarlet lines and speckles of violet and indigo shades. Renjun gingerly reached out and wrapped his fingers around your wrist, bringing your forearm closer to his face to get a closer inspection. His other hand ran over the cuts, immediately retracting once he hears a soft hiss sound from you.

After a few more moments of complete utter silence, Renjun finally frees your wrist and rises from his chair. Luna is quick to scurry off his lap before she falls, her little paws trodding across the wooden floor and back to her former resting spot on the couch.

Your eyes stay glued on Renjun’s form, watching him move about the shop, up and down the shelves, inbetween the tables, and under the hanging herbal plants. Not once did he cease his movements, even has he spoke to you.

“I’m not too worried about those bruises. They’ll heal on their own in a few days. As for the cuts—“ he momentarily stopped, reappearing from behind a row of shelves with a round container and a roll of bandages in hand. He returned to his seat in front of you and place the items down the on the table.

“This here,” he held up the round container “is Tree Sap Salve. It helps with healing minor cuts at a faster rate and leaves the skin with a stronger layer, so that even someone as clumsy as you will not be able to inflict minor wounds on yourself again.” He smirked, but continued.

“Massage the salve on your wounds twice a day, once before you go to bed and once after you wake up. Wrap them in these bandages to ensure that the salve won’t rub off. Keep doing this and I guarantee those cuts will be long gone in a few days.”

As soon as he was finished explaining, Renjun hastily wrapped up the items in a nude satchel and pushed it over to me.

“How much do I owe?” you asked, moving to receive my coin purse from the inside of you cloak.

Renjun stared at you for a moment. Then a small, almost genuine smile appeared on his lips.

A flash of yellow.

“You said Mark sent you, yes?”

You nodded.

“Well then, in that case your purchases are on me. You’re welcome.”

“Are you sure? But—“

Renjun raised up his hand to silence you. “Before coming here, he also probably told you to remind me to eat, is that right?”

Surprised at how he knew, you simply moved your head up and down. Renjun smirked again.

“I thought so. Well, when you return to the inn, make sure to tell him that I already had a hearty breakfast with Jaemin earlier this morning. I’m sure that will get a...reaction out of him.”

“What kind of reaction?”

The apothecary chuckled jovially. “Let’s just say...Mark and Jaemin don’t walk the same path. The less you know about their relationship, the better.”

You took his warning into consideration, but couldn’t help being curious as to what he meant.

Deciding to feign ignorance about it for now, you reached for the satchel and slung it over your shoulder. You raised your hand to Renjun in a farewell, and he reciprocated, although rather blandly.

Before you could walk through the willow door, you were stopped by Renjun’s voice.

“Where are you off to next, my dear?”

“Wherever my feet take me, I guess.”

He quirked his eyebrow at your vague answer. “I see. If I may, I’d like to provide another warning.”

You waited patiently.

“Stay away from the castle by all means. Trust me, you do not want to get roped into whatever ridiculous scheme that pompous little brat comes up with.”

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all-the-cliches-lwa · 6 years

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The Life We Share Chapter 5

Welp! Dianakko Week day 5 down! I have to admit... I had trouble with both spoiling prompts, so I hope I did alright!

And... I am nowhere near done with the next two days... oh boy LOL

Thanks so much for taking the time to read this! I hope you enjoy! Please feel free to tell me how I did~

Day 5: Spoiling Diana

Summary: In which Akko makes Diana the best breakfast she possibly can!

Word count: 3.2k~

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When Akko first woke up and felt the cold morning air against the side of her face, she immediately pulled herself into her blanket and curled herself around a pillow underneath the thick cotton sheets.

Such was her usual morning, and, seeing as she didn’t really need to be anywhere, there really weren’t any reasons she couldn’t just catch a few more hours of sleep. And honestly, it was usually really hard to get out of bed, given the haze of her mind in the morning… not to mention just how soft their bedding was.

However, something didn’t quite feel right. Or well, something felt different.

The bed felt a lot… warmer for some reason. It was nice.

Akko smiled and snuggled herself against the feathery soft quilt that covered the bed.

However, when Akko heard a light snore from the pillow she’d latched onto, her eyes shot open, and she was met with shiny light blue silk. Akko’s heart immediately jumped, and she pulled her head out of the covers, almost squealing as the haze of the early morning was immediately cleared.

Cleared by the sight of the messy blonde hair and calm, relaxed smile of her fiance, Diana Cavendish.

With the morning haze blown away, the plans Akko had come up with the past week all came rushing to her.

Today was Diana’s first day off in months, and Akko was going to make it as relaxing as possible.

Carefully, Akko shuffled herself out of bed, doing the best she could to pull her arm out from right under Diana’s back. She smiled when all Diana did was pout a little in her sleep.

Seems like that tiny drop of sleeping potion Akko snuck into dinner last night was working its magic perfectly.

Still, the sight clearly pulled on one of Akko’s heart strings, and she couldn’t help but just lean in and place a feather light kiss atop Diana’s nose.

Diana let out a sigh, and her pout relaxed into a lazy smile. Akko giggled and leaned away from the bed.

“Just you wait, Diana,” Akko whispered. “I’ll be right back!”

With that, Akko pulled down on her wrinkled pink button-up pajama shirt, slipped her feet into fuzzy black kitty slippers, and carefully headed out the door, making sure to close it behind her as gently as possible.

“Okay, flour, check. Eggs and milk… check. Butter and vanilla…. Check! Sugar… wait, this is sugar right?” Akko narrowed her eyes at the white crystals that filled the container atop the countertop. She opened the drawer below it, took out a spoon, and scooped out some of whatever it was inside. She took a lick and immediately recoiled. “Nope! Salt. Definitely salt.”

Akko cleaned the spoon and wiped her brow, letting out a sigh of relief. She was definitely glad she didn’t mistake salt for sugar… again. After a week of visiting Luna Nova to practice, she could just hear the glum sigh Jasminka would have given her, not to mention the scolding she would have gotten from the goblin chefs, if she messed it up.

Still that begged the question.

“... Where do we keep the sugar?” Akko asked, scratching her chin as she scanned the cabinets overhead. She stared at all of them for a second, trying to figure out just which one they kept their sugar in… only to pull out her wand and open them all up with one flick of her wrist. “Oh there you are!” Akko reached up and grabbed the plastic container of sugar from the third cabinet and immediately closed the pantry with another flick of her wrist.

Just to be sure what she grabbed was actually sugar, Akko unscrewed the cap from the container, dipped her finger into it, and licked the tiny grains that were sitting just on the tip.

“Yep! That’s sugar alright!” Akko said with a bright smile. “Alright! Time to get mixing!”

Akko grabbed a bowl and began to mix all of the ingredients together, first the dry and then the wet, until her batter was all smooth. She buttered up a pan and ladled a bit of the batter onto it, swirling and spreading it thinly around the pan, just like the chef goblins at Luna Nova had taught her. She could smell the butter in the air, and her lips widened into a huge smile as she thought of how Diana would react to waking up to breakfast in bed.

Diana worked herself so hard, and Akko was going to make sure that this one day off would be the most best day off Diana would ever have.

Well... until the next one.

Akko opened up another drawer and grabbed a pair of chopsticks from inside, before spinning around back to the stove. Carefully, she maneuvered one of them just under the thin pancake on the pan and lifted it upwards. When the pancake lifted up easily, and she saw little golden brown spots on the surface, she mentally cheered.

So far so good!

Now… for one last part of her trial run. The flip.

Akko took hold of the pan’s handle with both of her hands. She shook it a little, making sure the pancake on top moved freely around the pan’s surface. She licked her lips and then gnawed at her bottom lip, focusing intently on her pan. One bead of sweat made its way down the side of her face, and her heart hammered intensely in her chest.

Sure, Akko knew there was a more… safe way to do this. But where was the fun in that? Besides, this was for Diana. These pancakes had to be perfect, and they had to be made right!

And really, could Akko honestly say she made pancakes properly if she didn’t flip them up high into the air? Of course not!

Akko steadied her arm and took in a deep breath. She gave the pan a few more shakes, getting herself ready for the perfect flip.

… Never mind the dozens of floppy cakes that hung off the edges of the kitchens at Luna Nova.

In as swift a motion as she could, she pushed her arms forward, dipping the pan downards, and then immediately jerked it upwards, pulling the pan back towards her

The pancake just barely lifted off of the pan and landed back onto its surface, the cooked, golden side now face up.

Akko stared at the pan, her hands shaking. She placed the pan back onto the stove, and let her arms fall down to her sides. She bit her lip and clenched her fist, trying to keep the excitement she felt bubbling up in her chest, held back by the face splitting grin on her face.

“Yes!” Akko immediately shot her arms up in the air and bounced, clearly failing.

Sure, the flip could have been more exciting, but Akko didn’t care! This was the first time she got it right, and like hell was she not going to take pride in it!

Akko continued to bounce up and down, her arms waving around in the air as she cheered.

“I did it! I actually did it! Oh my gosh I can’t wait to tell everyone!”

“It was truly quite impressive Akko.”

Akko’s heart leapt up in her throat, and she whipped her head towards the familiar voice. The voice that was supposed to be asleep.

And of course, there Diana stood, leaning atop the countertop, her hair stunningly messy and her lips curled up into a sleepy, yet heart-warming, smile.

Normally, that look her fiancee was giving her would have definitely left her a melted puddle on the kitchen floor… honestly, Akko could feel her heart thump against her chest, her knees slowly beginning to buckle.

“Diana! What’re you doing awake?!”

However… this time was definitely not the normal case, and there were other things to focus on. After all, Akko really wanted to surprise Diana with breakfast in bed.

“Oh? Am I not allowed to be awake right now Akko?” Diana asked, in a voice that was nothing but teasing.

And even though Akko knew that Diana was just trying to get a reaction out of her, she couldn’t stop the sudden rush of heat that creeped up her face or the shiver that ran down her spine.

“W-Well, it’s not that… you can’t…” Akko trailed off, mentally smacking herself because she knew she just fell into Diana’s trap. “I just didn’t think you’d be awake already… since… uh… you know, it is your day off.”

“I could say the same to you Akko,” Diana said with an almost saccharine smile. Akko gulped as Diana moved off of the countertop and sauntered towards her. “I don’t recall you ever waking up this early, so imagine my surprise when I woke up in an empty bed.”

“I, I can wake up early if I want to!” Akko protested, though any more of those died in her throat when Diana’s hand softly rested atop her forearm.

“That is true,” Diana said. Akko’s eyes were met with Diana’s crystal blue orbs, sending butterflies down into her gut. “But, as you said, today is my day off, and I did wish to wake up with you by my side.” Diana’s head then rested atop Akko’s, and Akko felt heat continue to rise up her neck. “Although, I’m sure you didn’t plan to be gone long.”

“Ye-Yeah,” Akko stammered, trying hard to think beyond the soft touch of Diana’s fingers trailing up and down her arm. “If, if you stayed in bed, I would have have been right back up there.”

“Perhaps,” Diana looked down towards Akko and smiled. “But is it so wrong of me to wish to see you as soon as I possibly could?”

And there was just something about the way Diana had spoken, in a voice so soft and sweet, that left Akko speechless.

“Di, Diana” Akko breathed out. Before she could manage to find any other words to say, however, her thoughts were quickly taken away by the feeling of soft lips pressed against her own. Instinctively, Akko wrapped her arms around Diana’s neck, and Diana smiled against Akko’s lips.

And now, Akko could think of nothing other than her fiancee.

Each movement, each press, sent a pleasant shiver down Akko’s spine as warmth bloomed in her chest. The butterflies in her stomach flew around wildly, and her heart started to hammer against her ribs.

Akko couldn’t help the way her heart skipped as Diana’s arms wrapped around her waist.

If this was what Diana wanted to do… Akko guessed she could just go along with it. And she did… for how long, she didn’t know. But, she couldn’t really keep track of time so long as the two of them were like this together.

All Akko could do was focus on the gentle fingers lightly circling the small of her back, on the lips skillfully dancing against her own, and, of course, on Diana, who was currently making her knees weak and her heart threaten to explode.

Oh well, it's not like anything else mattered.

… At least, that’s what Akko thought until the bitter smell of burning batter filled her nose, causing her eyes to shoot open.

“The pancake!” Akko yelped as she pulled back and twirled around in Diana’s arms. She stared in disbelief as smoke plumed up from the pan, and Akko just knew there was no hope in trying to salvage that one. She turned off the stove and let out a loud sigh, limping in defeat.

Diana’s hold tightened, and Akko felt Diana’s head rest on her shoulder.

“... My apologies Akko,” Diana muttered directly into Akko's ear. All the teasing in Diana’s voice was gone, now sounding low and somber. Diana nuzzled against Akko’s cheek, and Akko could feel Diana’s shoulders beginning to droop downwards.

As quickly as she could, Akko lifted her hand up and pressed it against Diana’s cheek, squeezing her fiancee’s face. She then smiled softly and relaxed, leaning her head towards Diana’s other cheek.

“It’s okay Diana,” Akko said, bouncing back up immediately. She then moved to swipe the bowl full of batter from the counter and started swirling the ladle. “I still have a lot left. That one was just a test run. Since I was able to get that right, the real show can begin!”

The grip around Akko’s waist loosened as Diana moved backwards, and Akko couldn’t help but miss Diana’s touch as she pulled away.

“... Perhaps I should just wait in the bedroom,” Diana mumbled, staring guiltily towards the floor. “Your preparations might go… more without incident that way.”

“Naw! You can stay right here,” Akko said with a vigorous shake of her head, trying her best to cheer up Diana. “I like having you around too!”

Diana looked up at Akko, flashing a bashful smile. “Are you sure?”

“Of course!” Akko said, sending a bright grin in return. “If it’ll make you happy, of course you can stay!” Akko then peeked at the blackened pancake and let out a guilty giggle, “…But maybe try not to distract me while I’m cooking. Wouldn’t wanna burn the other pancakes. Oh! And the bacon and eggs too.”

Diana smiled and walked back towards the countertop. She pulled out a chair, sat onto it, and leaned her head into her hands. Akko smiled as Diana sat quietly, watching her every move.

“Will this be okay?”

“Of course!” Akko grinned. She cleaned up the pan and wiped it dry with a washcloth. Then she placed the pan on top of the stove again, turned it on, and dropped in a knob of butter, allowing it to melt. She scooped a ladle of batter into the pan and let it sizzle for a minute. She peeked underneath it, seeing the golden brown spots, and looked right up at Diana. “Are you ready for the show to begin?”

“Of course, Akko,” Diana said with a quiet giggle that made Akko’s heart flutter. “Whenever you wish.”

“Alright!” Akko cheered. “Let’s go!” And this time, Akko lifted the pan, and the pancake flipped higher in the air and then right back onto the pan. “Yes! I did it again!” Akko twirled to the sounds of Diana clapping.

After about another 20 minutes of cooking, Akko carried a tray of pancakes, each one separated with a sheet of kitchen towels, a small jar of sugar, several lemon wedges, and another plate of bacon and fried eggs up the stairs and into the bedroom. Akko placed the tray onto the nightstand and coaxed Diana into bed first.

With Diana under the sheets, Akko jumped in as well and nuzzled against Diana’s arm. When she felt Diana’s arm wrap around her shoulder and Diana’s head rest atop hers, Akko knew she had made the right plan for their morning.

“So Akko,” Diana said, “what else do you have planned for today?”

“Weeeell, that depends,” Akko said. “What do you wanna do? I have plans if you wanna go out or if you wanna stay in bed… Though consideriiing how late you got in last night…”

“Stay in bed” Akko and Diana both said together, causing the both of them to burst into a fit of giggles. Diana’s arm tightened around Akko, keeping them held as close together as possible.

“Well, then… I was thinking we could just cuddle in bed then,” Akko giggled. “Maybe watch a romcom movie from Witchflix,” Akko added, sending Diana a sly grin. “I know how much you like those.”

Diana coughed and turned away, but Akko could see the slight dusting of pink on Diana’s face.

“Well… I suppose that would be… acceptable,” Diana mumbled.

Akko smiled, doing her best not to giggle at the light pink blush on her fiancee’s face. Guess Diana still wasn’t over her knowing about that little guilty pleasure.

“Oh and uhm… Akko?”

Akko quickly looked up at Diana, who was hiding her face, and tugged at her fiancee’s light blue silk sleeve.

“Yeah Diana? What’s up?”

“... Could I… perhaps…” Diana mumbled, the pink blush on her face deepening into a deep red, “perhaps could you… hold… me?” Diana asked barely louder than a whisper.

But a whisper was all that was needed.

Akko squeaked in delight as she got up and shoved her face in front of Diana’s.

“You want to be the little spoon?!” Akko screamed.

“Not so loud!” Diana whined.

“Oh woops.” Akko blinked and leaned back, feeling heat rush up into her own face. “You wanna be the little spoon?” Akko repeated in as even a tone as she could manage, though she could tell hints of her excitement were peeking through.

“... After the long weeks I’ve had… perhaps… I just wish to be held,” Diana said, her eyes darting away and face burning red.

Immediately, Akko got up and wrapped her arms around Diana. She nuzzled against Diana’s hair and let out a giggle as she felt Diana begin to relax in her arms.

“You’re so cute~” Akko cooed, running a finger through Diana’s hair.

“Shush Akko,” was all Akko heard Diana said.

Akko smiled and tightened her hold as she felt Diana snuggle against her collarbone. Seems Diana was feeling extra affectionate today.

This… This was nice. Like… really really nice.

But there was still one more thing to do.

“Oh Diana~,” Akko sang, pressing a kiss atop Diana’s head.

“Yes Akko?” Diana mumbled with a goofy smile pressed against Akko's chest.

Akko immediately grinned. She snuck Diana’s wand out from the sash of her silk robe and waved it.

A lemon wedge floated up from its plate, and it was squeezed over the first pancake on the stack. Then, the fork and knife began to move, first cutting a piece of food and then floating just above Diana’s head.

“Say ahh~” Akko cooed as she lightly shook Diana’s arm.

Diana looked up, and her face lit up an even more adorable shade of red.

“Akko…” Diana whined weakly as she stared up at the floating fork. “Must you really?”

“It’s your day off Diana, and I’m not going to let you lift a finger if you don’t absolutely need to!” Akko declared, her grin growing even more wild. “Now say ahh Diana!”

Diana stared upwards and bit her lip. She looked like she was deep in thought, almost like she was trying not to think of a way to avoid being fed… like she usually does. However, this time, she just eventually let out one exasperated sigh and opened up her mouth, letting Akko gently lower the pancake for Diana to eat.

Akko squeezed her eyes shut and tightened her jaw to try and contain the squeaks building when Diana finally took her bite.

“This… is actually quite delicious Akko,” Diana said once she finished eating. “Thank you very much.”

“Yay! No probs Diana!” Akko cheered with a now goofy smile on her lips. With another wave of her wrist, the fork and knife flew back to the food and cut out another piece of food. The fork then floated back to Diana, lowering itself just in front of her mouth, ready for her to take another bite. “And there’s more where that came from.”

#Dianakko Week 2018 #Day 5: Spoiling Diana #Dianakko #Diakko #Little Witch Academia #lwa #Diana Cavendish #Akko Kagari

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Going Through The Stages

a lil ficlet inspired by my Angor Rot shitpost of how he deals with humans (in turn inspired by my OC and Angor interactions)

this is very heavily a canon divergence AU, features OCs, and is an Angor angst-free zone. enjoy~

Stage 1: Do not fucking touch me

“Angor Rot, this is your new assistant.”

The young woman that Strickler gestured to bristled furiously, as she muttered, “We’ve already met.” Angor was very much content to glare and bare a slight growl in her direction.

Strickler felt a sinking sensation in his gut as he recalled the state that the Order’s new witch had been found in – bruised and exhausted in the care of the Trollhunter.

“So, you might have gotten off on the wrong foot”, he started, an attempt to placate the two. Twin glares suggested placating would not work. “But remember that you are here under the watch of the Order-” The witch scowled, something horribly bitter and yet sad in her eyes. “-and you are under my strict orders.” Another of Angor’s slight warning growls was uttered, this time in Strickler’s direction. Strickler held up the ring, and the gentle hum of golden power silenced Angor’s snarling.

“You two will be working together to stop the Trollhunter”, Strickler told them. “And as such any inconveniences-“

“That’s one way to describe murder”, the witch mumbled.

“…Any inconveniences will not be allowed. I’m sure the two of you will manage to figure out a working plan.” Satisfied, Strickler gave them both temperamental smile. The witch responded with a roll of the eyes and a heavy sigh, before glancing at Angor.

“At least you’re not allowed to try and kill me now”, she commented, reaching out a hand to the troll. He recoiled, his knife still in grip from his usual golem carving, spitting at her, “I’m sure I could manage to maim you, witchling!”

Strickler’s sinking sensation did not abate.

Stage 2: Gestures of comfort are going get snapped at

There was something about having one’s soul used against oneself that left a painful ache even stronger than emptiness.

Angor watched Strickler’s back as the changeling walked away from the night scattered woodland clearing, feeling the urge to leap at his unprotected back and sink a stone dagger into the softness. But his limbs would not obey. Not now. Not until that ring was in his hands.

“Not gonna lie, that guy is kinda an asshole”, the witch commented. She was sitting nearby. Almost casual, but her shoulders rose when Angor glared at her as if she too would pounce.

As Angor rumbled a foul phrase in Trollish, the witch stood, unwrapping each leg with a wince and brushing off whatever foliage stuck to her coat.

“I uh….I feel you though”, she muttered. “I get that this sucks, having something taken, and-”

“Do not presume to know my thoughts!”, Angor snapped at her, his voice edging on a brutal roar.

“And don’t you try to judge me in return!” Silence. Inhale, exhale. A shaking breath. Soft fleshing movements. Such weakness.

Stage 3: You can steady yourself if needed but I will push you away if touch lingers for more than 1 second

They’d been traversing these tunnels for about an hour. Angor had been expecting the young witch to make some complaints or tire, but she’d been keeping reasonably good pace to his hidden surprise. Sure she’d attempted to make some conversation, but seeing as Angor was either short or reluctant on responses, she’d eventually lapsed into silence.

Well, for long enough periods of time.

“Do you know other kinds of magic?”, she asked. “Apart from tracking and stasis and projection? Granted that’s a strange combination to have on hand..” Again she trailed off. Angor glanced back over his shoulder, checking again she had not fallen behind. The human face was vaguely illuminated by the grey-white orb of light she had summoned to her hand, face pinched in that common manner that suggested she was thinking about something, or otherwise not in the moment.

“Keep your wits around you”, Angor rumbled, and her eyes snapped back up to him. “We will not be alone for much longer.”

“Right”, the witch said, and she took two steps into a hidden crack or crevice. Stumbling, she muffled a sound of distress, her path sending her falling against Angor. He braced himself not to step back, an arm adjusting to keep her upright.

A second passed, and he shoved her back onto solid ground.

“…Thanks”, she said.

“Watch your step, next time I may not assist”, Angor replied, continuing to lead the way.

Stage 4: If you hit me during a fight I’m going be a little bit proud

The woodlands surrounding Arcadia were widespread, with trunks and leaves that could swallow sound like a hole.

It was a suitable hiding place and training ground.

Shadows warped and coalesced across the dappled grass, forming a solid object that the witch plucked from the ground. Her hands forced the shape into a spear that turned and blocked Angor’s downward swing, stone and shadow hitting together with a muted metallic noise. Leaping back, Angor tossed the dagger to his other hand and came running in again. The witch turned the spear to the incoming attack and didn’t see the claw stretched toward her unprotected side. Sure the dagger was blocked again, but she was still bodily flung across the clearing. Turning in the air, she landed, rolled with the continuing motion, and came to a halt in a crouching position.

“When facing a greater opponent, they can always flank you”, Angor called across at her. “Maintain awareness of all your surroundings, and you may withstand a chance of survival.”

“I get it, I’m small, I’m more likely to die”, the witch said, standing with a sigh and slack posture.

Unguarded.

Angor kicked off from the ground, dagger in one hand and a spell manifesting in the other. Something to stun, to sting, to drive the lesson in-

Wait.

Her posture shifted even as he moved, the spear splintering into a dozen shards of black magic, her eyes watching him and prepared, she’d planned this and she was ready.

He struck low, moving to avoid the shards, as she leapt high and planted her foot into his face.

A small explosion of black cloud pushed the witch forward and Angor backward, hitting the ground and rolling uncontrolled, coming to rest on his side with a growing pain across his jaw. The witch didn’t fare much better, launched across the clearing by her own magic and falling in a cacophony of limbs and smoke. For a brief while, the two opponents lay dazed.

Angor let out a laugh, distant and grating as he slowly pushed himself back to his feet. The witch eyed him with an expression of nervousness.

“You are learning”, Angor said. “There may be some worth in you yet.”

“….Did you just compliment me?”

“I stated the facts.”

“You complimented me. Wow.”

Angor nudged the witch in the ribs with his foot and she wheezed.

“Up. This lesson is not yet complete.”

They took position once more.

Stage 5: Tapping my arm to get my attention is allowed but causes irritated glaring

The Trollhunter and his allies were wary now. They’d encountered Angor enough times to keep an eye out and to travel in groups. Now Angor no longer held the Shadowstaff, this led to some slight difficulties in keep track of the group. No major issues at least.

From the thicket (annoying brambles jabbed uselessly against stone), Angor watched the fleshling children walk together down a lit street and talk amongst themselves.

No Triumbric stone, but a magical implement gained. What to do now? How long until Angor Rot returned from wherever the portal had sent him? How to retrieve the stone? Where to find the next?

Angor listened. To know the plans of your enemy was to be able to fool him. To know where the prey would flee would be to set the trap in his path. He followed the three, moving silently from the thicket to thicket, another shadow in the darkness.

He felt a hand tap his arm and it was only the fact that the gesture brought no threat that stopped him from immediately turning his dagger on the person. Even so, he still brought up in a threatening movement, an annoyed snarl curling across his face. Tapping a finger to her lips, the witch pointed behind them. Angor turned his head too, and heard bushes move, the thud of heavy stone feet and limbs as one ungainly troll and one large troll moved towards the group.

Time to disappear somewhere else.

Angor pushed the witch ahead of him, and she in turn moved the shadows around them, the night enveloping the two and turning them into dappled shapes against moonlight and street lamps.

Stage 6: Comfort gestures are met with grumbling as opposed to violence

“Do you miss your home?”

Angor cracked an eye open. The witch was sitting across from where he’d taken up his own seat, floating wisps of black magic above her open palms.

She’d spoken enough of her own home in the same pained longing that Angor had felt when he’d been tired enough to recall his past, when Strickler had described Angor’s rise to the Pale Lady’s champion.

He felt the wisps of golden magic in his hands flutter, glowing in strength. Was it at the thought of the Pale Lady? Or was it at the thought of his home, long left to dust and ruin?

“There is nothing to miss”, Angor eventually responded, and he spoke truth and it seemed to ache even more than his emptiness.

Damn this witch for making him remember what had been taken. So much had been taken.

It took a moment for Angor to realise the witch had just said that.

“It’s not fair for you to loose so much”, she continued, almost muttering to herself.

“Do not loose focus. Empty your mind to concentrate on the power”, Angor warned her. He didn’t say she was wrong.

The black wisps curled, fluctuated and then dissipated. Letting out a sigh, Angor went back to focus on his own magic, only to see nothing but the fading glow on his hands. So much for a successful lesson.

The witch watched him, eyes narrowed. Angor couldn’t recall the last time he’d seen her wariness, her spite. He couldn’t recall when he’d last felt that sickly hate, like when he sensed the presence of a witch and thought of what had been stolen from him.

She stood up, walked across to him (even with him sat down she only stood higher than his head from the torso up), and asked him, “You said once that trolls comfort each other by pressing foreheads together, right?”

Angor could tell where this was going. He curled his lip, let out a dull, “You should not bother to care”, followed it with a, “I could still try to kill you.” But still he felt contact against his forehead and he closed his eyes.

“The Impure will not know about this.”

“My lips are sealed if yours are too.”

Stage 7: You are fucking small get on my shoulder to get a better view

He needed that ring.

He was going to get that ring.

And damned by any that got between him and his soul.

The rooftops of Arcadia had become second-nature, much like the sewers, and Angor travelled across them quickly in the dim light of nighttime. Behind him, blurring shadow in footsteps and muffling sound, the witch kept well enough pace.

As they neared the museum, somewhere Angor knew Strickler frequented, Angor swung and clambered his way across a gap between the buildings, vaulting up the side of a billboard before leaping across the next gap. An easy path.

For a troll at least.

Looking behind him, Angor saw the witch try to peer between the billboard and metal vents, muttering angry words before trying to clamber up the billboard. Angor watched her progress for maybe a minute before deciding it simply wasn’t going to cut it. Back across he leapt, dropping down beside her.

“Stay still”, he said, and picked her off the ground. The witch wriggled briefly, as she usually did when carried. Reaching around, Angor held her up to the aging branches that grew across his spine and shoulder.

“Hold on”, he ordered and she did, he felt her weight across his back and a foot accidentally kick his side.

Up the wall, digging claws into the metal structure and up to the top of the billboard, Angor crept across before leaping the gap across the buildings again. He heard the witch inhale sharply, felt another accidental kick before that foot shoved into a nook somewhere in his back.

Landing gracefully, Angor shook himself and the witch dislodged herself without much other word, clambering down his arm to terra firma.

“Keep going”, Angor said.

“Of course”, the witch replied, following his lead.

Stage 8: Comfort gestures don’t cause grumbling

Angor Rot felt like his cracked core of a heart had been squeezed in a clamp. One moment that ring, his soul, had been in the clutches of the Trollhunter. The next, the witch was holding it and looking like it was a death sentence.

“Please, give it to me!”, the Trollhunter shouted from beneath Angor’s clutches.

“Do not”, Angor growled, and lo there was the spite, the bile, again a traitorous witch had taken his soul and how dare she, how dare she-

“Angor”, she said, her voice shaking and he couldn’t understand, he’d watched her change from bitter to capable at his side. “Please, come here.”

He moved. Close until she was right before him.

“Angor Rot, I return to you your soul.”

Reaching up, the witch placed the ring into his hand. There was a brief moment of stillness, and suddenly warmth flooded into him. Joy, freedom, a weight lifted with the removal of manacles. Angor exhaled for the first time.

He was free.

“You did not have to do this”, he said to the witch. “You shouldn’t have. I could kill you now, kill you and the Impure and the Trollhunter.”

“I…I trust you not to”, the witch replied, confidence leaking back into her voice and posture. “Do you really want to? Now that you have the choice.”

Angor looked at the witch and saw his village.

“No. No, I do not.”

The smile of relief on the witch was shaking but genuine. Reaching up, she placed a cold hand on his arm, and he leaned down in response to press his forehead against hers.

“Does someone want to explain what’s going on?” Ah, he’d almost forgotten the fleshbag Trollhunter. Stepping aside to face the confused young boy, Angor gave him a menacing grin.

“My leash has been removed”, he replied. “The Impure and his Order, nor the Pale Lady, no longer have a grasp on my actions. Angor Rot is loose, Trollhunter. And next to be broken is the leash of my ally.”

Gesturing to the witch, he was gladdened to see a look of surprised glee on her face. Both were especially surprised though by the Trollhunter’s next words:

“So, where do we start?”

Stage 9: I’ve gotten so used to you starting to climb up me now because you’re small that we have a damn code-word during fights

Given a month ago Angor had been raised from his chains to a world changed and marred, leashed by an Impure and forced to work alongside a witch fleshbag, he would not have expected to come to this. Standing in the shadows of a building alongside a dock of hulking steel and crates, and not being forced to work, not any more.

“It is clear”, he rumbled, and the witch ran ahead of him, taking shelter behind the first set of huge metallic crates. She crept ahead under she reached another opening, then gestured. Angor ran and leapt up onto the crate, flowing across the top to leap to the next before motioning for the witch for follow him. Turn by turn, they navigated the space between the line of buildings and the ship before them.

Angor heard them first. A sour chittering, and claws across metal. He dropped down to the witch’s level, motioned for her to stop. She stepped up to his side, hands instinctively drawing a weapon from the dark shadows around them.

The first goblin was taken out by a simple punch. The next fell to a spear. More and more, about a couple dozen, they swarmed the pair and it was a good fight. Sure, not a difficult one for Angor Rot and his witch, but a good one nonetheless.

Several goblins came in from behind them, from atop the crates, and Angor just about managed to turn and cut them apart into green ooze as they jumped at them.

“Midnight”, the witch called over and she grabbed for the now outstretched arm, clambering up and settling into place with a hand on those aching fossilised branches and a swinging glaive knocking back any other goblin that dared to try and claw at Angor’s back.

When the last goblin turned away with a frightened howl, there was a pause to breath. To take in the scene once again.

Again, the skittering of claws on concrete and metal. But this time something else was breathing, heavier and larger than a goblin.

“It’s them, it’s the Order”, the witch murmured, and to hear fear for the first time in a long time made Angor snarl at the oncoming foes.

“They will not stop us this time”, he growled, as the shapes of humanoid (but not, stone skin and claws and hooves and spines) figures came into view from around.

They would not stop him.

Damned be the Pale Lady, she would not take his village from him again.

#writing stuff #trollhunters #angor rot #OC #self insert #I mean the OC is based offa my personality so idk

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