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ggukkiedae · 5 months

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[N'-49, 54, 55, 56] NCT in SMTOWN OSAKA

(conversations in italics are spoken in english)

#1 - 방배정 게임 (Pick your roommate)

Hannah’s sitting next to Taeyong in the beginning, and you see him looping their arms together while Doyoung explains what is going on

after mark clarifies if the groups are randomized, haechan speaks up “what about haeeunie?”

“nct’s princess has the privilege of choosing wherever she wants to sleep, which is why she has her in-ears with her already”

hannah cheers while showing off the box in her hand, “princess privilege!”

when jaehyun picks jisung you can hear her in the background “oh, that sounds like a nice room” (then haechan’s “no, haeeun-ah, me!”)

but when kun picked johnny, haechan yelled “no! that’s where she’s gonna go!”

everyone laughed as johnny and kun stood next to each other, johnny going “hannah’s korean and chinese dads”

the camera zooms in on hannah who gave a simple shrug and a smile

once doyoung was sure no one would switch rooms, he called hannah to the front

“right now, hannah is going to choose her roommates. drumroll please!”

17 pairs of hands started hitting the floor while hannah laughed

“plain and simple, everyone. mark and jaemin, you’re stuck with me”

the two boys got up and cheered to high five hannah while others (read: haechan, ten, jaehyun, yuta, jisung, and chenle) protested

that’s how the video cut off

#4 - The Roommates Part 3 _ MJH/JHJS/CW

hannah’s sitting on the small shelf behind mark and jaemin while mark starts the video, just smiling at them

“this is mark” “this is jaemin na” “...”

mark looked back at her while she just stared back “hans, say something” “hey, guys! i’m hannah!”

while jaemin and mark discuss them being a couple with their snapbacks, you see hannah walk behind them to sit on the bed

“hannah, for some unknown reason, wanted the foldable add-on bed, so she’s there” “it’s comfier!” “anyway, can you guess which bed is jaemin’s”

when mark told jaemin he was being over, she snorted

“please, mark. we had a solid thirty minute conversation about how jaemin would get in next to you or if we would share the foldable bed” “wait, really?”

then jaemin explained how he eventually got in bed while hannah still watched in amusement

jaemin pulled her over to his bed, and they shifted so she was resting in front of them and all three of their faces were in the screen

she gave a playful judgy look with jeno popping out behind jaemin and mark’s exaggerated shock

“and the answer to why our room is popular among the members is? Jeno-shi?” “the answer is lee hannah!”

jaemin laughed “true, actually”

then jeno explained the real reason why he was there

then mark was explaining the actual answer of why the members came, and you can see hannah look up in surprise when jeno gets on the bed and start pretending to put kisses on jaemin

when jaemin almost said what mark said that morning, hannah snorted and got up off the bed and back to hers on jaemin’s other side

you can see jeno plop himself on her bed, and she’s trying to shove him off, but he just kept plopping back onto her bed. mark and jaemin kept talking like nothing was happening

“good night! hans, say good night!” “good night! it will be once lee jeno gets off my bed!”

#5 - BEHIND THE STAGE

taeil starts of the video walking to hannah who was getting her makeup retouched and hands her a cup of what looks like coffee. she grinned while she took it

“hannah-yah, what are you doing?” “now? i’m getting touched up. oppa, how’s my makeup?” “pretty” he then taps her cheek and walks over to mark and winwin

the next cut you see of her is when mark and jaemin’s cakes are there the next day

kun goes “kids, hannah baked those cakes”

mark does a double take “what?” and jaemin looks at her in shock “you were with us in our room! you fell asleep before us”

she laughed, “i snuck out with kun baba and youngho oppa at like 2am, you guys were so tired you didn’t wake up”

“dude, thank you!” mark went over to her and gave her a quick side hug while jaemin just engulfed her “haeeun-ah! thank you for baking the cake haeeunie!”

and you just see her squirming to escape the hug when it got too long

#6 - ENDING STAGE ‘빛 (Hope)’ Selfcam FULL Ver.

she’s with yoona, minho, and mark on their cart, and while yoona and mark are waving to fans and smiling at the camera, you can see minho behind them making hannah jump with him, and she’s just laughing

at some point, she stood next to mark, and he put an arm around her while they sang along to the lyrics

haechan met them where they were going to get down and assisted her onto the stage

further down the video, you see her waving to a stage camera, then she looks around confused

bc surprise: she can’t find nct

taeil appeared in the distance, and hannah ran straight to him, seemingly rapidly talking while taeil just smiled and nodded along all while walking her towards where the rest of nct were lining up for their bow

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collecting-stories · 8 months

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Baba - Brian 'Otis' Zvonecek

Request: She meets her boyfriend’s family for the first time after dating for six months. Brian Zvonecek x fem pretty pls nobody writes for him anymore 😔

Summary: reader prepares to meet Otis' baba for the first time.

A/N: Thought about making this like...reader meeting 51 for the first time cause...family...but I feel like that's been done. And this isn't actually like meeting baba it's just, the frantic feelings of inadequacy beforehand.

One Chicago Masterlist

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Despite all efforts on your behalf to 'play it cool', you'd been internally freaking out about today since Otis mentioned it, casually, over breakfast before a shift, as if meeting the matriarch of his family was no big deal at all.

"Baba doesn't even speak English," Otis said, reminding you for what was possibly the seventeenth time in an hour that his grandmother wouldn't even know what you were saying when she eventually met you, "you could drop the f-bomb and she'd have no idea."

"Did you just say f-bomb Brian?" You laughed, turning away from your closet to actually look at your boyfriend. "You know you're like, a grown adult who can curse, who I've heard curse, right?"

He stuck his tongue out at you once your back was to him again. He knew you had been nervous about today, and not just because you had made a point of telling him how nervous you were. He'd been filled to the brim with anxiety the first time he met your parents, separately because they were divorced. Despite your dad being the more awkward and uncomfortable of the two dinners, something you had prepared him for, as much as someone could possibly be prepared for, he'd been more nervous about your mom. So, he understood why you were so worried, you wanted to make a good impression on someone who was important to him. It'd been that way the first time you met 51.

"Hey," Otis mentioned, having just thought about it and figuring it was worth mentioning, "you've met all of 51 and they love you. Even Herrmann's kids like you."

"Yeah but that's different," you sighed, finally settling on a shirt and pulling it over your head. You were going with Otis to pick his baba up at the airport and then go to dinner. There was a Russian rrestaurant down the street from your work and she'd mentioned wanting to try it out when she came to town. Apparently she wanted to test 'how these Americans do with home cooking' or however she said it to Otis in Russian. He'd suggested stopping at the apartment to drop off her belongings before dinner but she insisted they could go right out. "51 didn't move into our apartment afterward."

"I know it'll be an adjustment-"

"Yeah, and if she hates me the adjustment will be me, finding a new apartment," you replied.

"She's not gonna hate you!" Otis insisted, "besides, she loves everyone...pretty much."

"Promising Bri," you huffed.

Otis grabbed your phone off the nightstand and held it out to you, "look, it's not like I haven't talked about you before...I mean it's been six months."

"Doesn't mean she'll like me!" You grabbed your phone and stuffed it in your pocket before heading out of the bedroom, Otis following after you.

Joe was watching tv in the living room and he looked up when the two of you entered the room. "Ooo, is this the official 'baba meeting outfit'?" He teased.

You nodded, gesturing to your clothing, "what do you think?" You had tried to dress conservatively, neutral colors and nothing she might find inappropriate.

"You look great, baba will love you." Otis stressed, grabbing your hips from behind and pushing you toward the door.

"And when she doesn't?"

"She will!" Joe called from the couch, giving you a double thumbs up.

You didn't get an opportunity to answer because Otis had pushed you out the door and pulled it shut behind you after grabbing your sneakers. He pushed them into your hands and pointed to your feet, "put on your shoes, let's go."

"These are totally reasonable concerns Brian," you complained, pulling your shoes on and following him to the stairs.

"I know, I know. I was totally freaked out when I met your parents and, hey, it went great...with your mom. Baba will love you, I know she will. I get that its a big ask, having her move in-"

"I don't care about that. I mean obviously, I want her to have the best care possible and if that means moving in, I'm on board. I just mean...that's not the issue. I don't want her to move in and think I'm annoying or pushy or whatever and tell you I'm a bad fit and then you think maybe she's right and then we break up-"

"Whoa, hey...none of that is going to happen," Otis promised, grabbing your upper arms to stop you from walking toward the front door of the apartment building. He gave a gentle squeeze to reassure you, "Baba has practically already met you, I talk about you all the time. She's not going to hate you, I wouldn't have proposed this if I thought she would hate you or that you wouldn't be onboard. It'll be okay, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. Okay." You nodded.

Otis let go of you, giving your arms one more squeeze before he did, "ready to go?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." You agreed, though if you were being honest you were feeling remarkably better than you had been only moments earlier. You knew Otis was right, he'd never make you uncomfortable and, knowing him, he'd probably talked you up to his baba so much that she recite back your coffee order. When you'd met 51 for the first time, Sylvie had even given you some contraband Starbucks pumpkin spice sauce that she found on eBay as a 'welcome to the family' gift. Though, you knew you bragged about Otis to your family just as heavily, if not more. While there was probably nothing that could truly prepare you for meeting his baba, Otis had done a good job of getting you out of your head.

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eisukevint · 1 year

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Hello, not to bother you or anything, but can you do a post about how the audition managers would react to MC being annoyed and irritated because they have to wake up? No pressure!

hi!! dw youre not bothering at all <3 also i havent written smth in a long time so pls bear with me i was on like a hiatus. as @cupidocherie says and i quote "eisukevint comeback 2023 ???" anyways i hope you enjoy this headcanon!

Prompt: Tres Spades’ hosting an important event which requires you to put in extra hours, more so than other employees. The fatigue from the overtime and your disrupted sleep schedule has caused you to be grumpy and your boyfriend is not helping.

↬ Eisuke Ichinomiya

You've been working overtime for an entire week now and your body is exhausted. Not to mention Eisuke's libido is unparalleled so you're having a rather rough time to catch up with him. One night, Eisuke comes home to find you already asleep. He doesn’t mind though because he knows how how you’ve been working hard. What he didn’t expect was the morning after. There you are, still asleep even though there’s only ten minutes left until your shift starts. Not to mention, he can’t function properly without his beloved’s coffee so he goes to wake you up. He’ll call your name lightly at first but that doesn’t work because you’re a heavy sleeper so he’ll try shaking you a bit causing you to huff and puff and turn away from him in annoyance. He’s mildly surprised but also finds it amusing because you almost never forget to make him his coffee. “Hey, (Y/N), wake up. It’s almost 9:00.” At that you’ll whine causing Eisuke to chuckle. “What about my coffee though?” You glare at him slightly and tell him to drink room service coffee for just one morning. He’s fully aware that you’ve been labouring arduously for his sake so just for you, he’ll suck it up and survive through the day without his precious coffee. You just looked so adorable pouting at him like that because you didn’t want to get up, he couldn’t help but give in. He’ll let you sleep throughout the day and call Kenzaki to tell him that you’ll be taking a few days - no scratch that, a full week off so your fatigue can wear off. He’ll order room service for you and write a note, telling you to eat once you wake up. Let's be honest, this man loves cuddles so he’ll cuddle you to your heart’s content.

↬ Soryu Oh

This man would be flabbergasted. He wakes you up so you won’t be late to work but almost staggers when you glare at him exasperatedly. He’ll be worried at first because where is his sweet and beautiful (Y/N) who always wakes him up with the most charming smile on her face? He’ll ask you what’s wrong because he for sure thought it’s that time of the month and you might be in pain so he’s kind of relieved when you tell him that the event being hosted at the hotel caused her overtime and she’s super tired. “Oh, i’m glad it’s not something serious.” Pats your head and tells you that he’ll make breakfast for you and there’s no need for you to get up. It’s a little too late when you realise what Soryu had said. Hurriedly getting out of bed, you dash to the kitchen and bang your head against the wall when you see what went down.There you see Soryu in front of the cooktop, a mess from head to toe and God knows how many cracked eggs in the dust bin. He smiles sheepishly because he’s very well aware that he just increased you work load. No worries though, he’ll still help you clean up and tuck you into bed after it’s all done. He’ll call Samejima and tell him that he’ll come to the ice dragon’s headquarter later in the day so he can make up with you with cuddles. He’ll eventually get in with you and give you little pats on the back so you can sleep peacefully. might call eisuke to lesser your work

↬ Mitsunari Baba

Baba’s back from one of his missions. You’re still in bed though and it’s rather unusual because by this time you’re getting ready for work. Ponders over the reasons that are keeping you from waking up. In the end he decides to prepare breakfast for you. Egg and toasts, sunny side up. He brings the breakfast to you like the magical, fictional boyfriend he is and wakes you up. Your mind swirls and you can’t think straight since your peaceful sleep’s been disrupted. You raise a hand to swat him away and tell him to buzz off. He’s all pouty because you pushed him away but nevertheless, he tells you to have breakfast. Helps you sit up and offers to feed you to which you happily oblige. He adores you so much. Your grumpy face is his new favourite thing. He texts Eisuke to let him know that you’ll be taking the day off. Snuggles you and peppers your face with kisses until you fall back asleep.

↬ Mamoru Kishi

One of the world’s greatest mysteries, how did Mamoru Kishi manage to wake up earlier than you? He checks your temperature, it’s normal. Then why are you still sleeping? He checks the clock and it’s time for your shift. “Get up, it’s nine. Don’t you have to go to work?” This little shit has woken you up from your peaceful slumber and you’re absolutely livid. “Shut up Mamo, I can’t. One more day and you’ll have to arrest me for murder.” He doesn’t show it but he’s actually worried about you. Probably guessed that you’re just tired from work. He’s like, “Aight, i’ll call Eisuke then.” Gets into bed with you and spend the entire day sleeping. Later when you wake up, you’re full on panicking and chanting ‘he’s gonna fire me’ so Mamoru saves you the trouble of apologising to devil boss ichinomiya. When you’re fresh and done with dinner, you tell him all that has happened and why you were so worn out. Hugs you and tells you it's alright. You both end up going back to sleep. couple goals fr

↬ Ota Kisaki

A fucking tease. He saw the opportunity and took it. There you were, sleeping in all your ethereal glory, with drool trickling down the corner of your mouth. Ota simply couldn’t resist. Phone out, camera on, he took pictures from every angle possible. He would’ve been the biggest idiot if he hadn’t captured this moment. And when he’s satisfied, he wakes you up. Oh no he didn’t. If he called you his cute Koro before, you were surely no less than a dinosaur right now. Hair flying in all directions, eyebags darker than Soryu’s soul and drool marks on your mouth. “OOOO SOMEONE’S CRANKY.” There’s no break with this guy and he’s certainly not helping right now. First of all, you know you have to go to work so your mood deteriorates progressively and then this guy makes matters worse by showing you those horrendous pictures.You chase him around the penthouse to strangle him once and for all and he’s laughing like a maniac. Eventually you get tired so you give up. All the fun aside, he worries about you so he covers you in his fluffiest furry blankets and kisses you on the forehead. Cuddles you so you sleep warm and tight.

aight, i hope you like this! eisuke one is so self indulgent lmao.

#eisuke ichinomiya #Soryu Oh #Mitsunari Baba #mamoru kishi #Ota Kisaki #kbtbb baba #kbtbb soryu #kbtbb eisuke #kbtbb ota #kbtbb mamoru #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb #voltage inc #otome #headcanon

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ashintheairlikesnow · 2 years

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Homesick

CW; Some dehumanizing language (not much, and not purposeful), nonhuman whumpee, lab whump aftermath, blood, medical whump, mer whump, needle references, clinical depression

Signs of the Sea Masterlist

BAHRAM’S NOTES

Written on paper with pen, kept folded in a copy of Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

January 15th, 20XX

1:42 am

Mer in Residence: 93 Days

He’s homesick. I mean, of course he is. I’d be homesick too if they’d taken me away from my parents when I was a kid and dumped me in an enclosure that looks like the uncanny valley version of my life, surrounded me with things who don’t speak like I do and had to learn to communicate by force just to beg for mercy I don’t get

I’m dwelling again. Maman keeps telling me not to dwell, that that’s how everything fell apart before. Why I ended up dropping out, how I fell headfirst into the universe’s oddest babysitting job in the first place. I mean, she doesn’t say that, exactly - she doesn’t know just what I’m doing. Maman and Baba think I’m watching an orca calf.

I think that’s what I told them, anyway.

Honestly, things are kind of running together, and that’s scary - that’s what happened before. The days run together, I spend more time lying down than upright, and eventually the haze just gets heavier. I stop reading, I stop gaming, eventually I just... stop. I can't do it again. I can't.

I told Maman I might go back on my medication. She said, you know, that’s up to me. She wanted me back on it ages ago, but she never says I told you so and that’s why I tell her these things first, and not Baba. He always asks me why I can't just decide to be happier.

I would if I could, Baba.

Earlier today, after Dr. L was done with the mer, she just... cleaned herself up and then stepped right out. Left. Said she had to make a phone call.

The mer was still on his back, weeping blood all down one side from Dr. Lachlan’s work today. It was pooled all over the floor. At least she seems to have finally decided she’s taken enough of his scales, and his tail doesn’t look like such a mottled, reddened mess any longer.

She says we’re going to give him an MRI soon, and I am not looking forward to trying to get him through any of that safely. Not that safety is something Dr. L is remotely worried about.

Safety or, you know, basic employment protocols to keep me from losing my mind. I’m on a 24-hour shift, and I should be sleeping right now, but even though I can barely handle standing up, I’m wide, wide awake.

I think it’s making the thoughts worse. I never sleep anymore, except when Miah comes in to give me a day off now and then. She can tell, I know it, but she’s nice enough not to say anything.

I should ask her out on another date, the first one was amazing, but... I don’t know. We kissed at the end and she asked me if I wanted to go inside with her and I said no. Because...

I don't know why.

Because I'm afraid I'll, what, infect her with depression? Who knows. I don't even know. Sometimes it's just too hard to do the thing I want to do. She's made a few attempts to talk since but I just can't seem to find the right signs to connect my brain with my hands.

I should tell her about why I dropped out of grad school, shouldn’t I? I should tell someone that it's happening again. I should tell someone I'm thinking about k

I’ll think about that later.

Anyway... Dr. L left, and the mer was just... lying there, still strapped down to the examination table, looking at me with those huge green eyes. I thought they were eerie at first, almost emotionless, but I can see all the little shifts now, as he follows my movements. I know some of his clicks, what he’s trying to ask.

I know that he asks for help over and over again, and I know that I don't provide it. I can't.

I could

I can't.

I was pushing over the tub of water we use to move him around when he clicked at me three times, head tilted back. There was dark red blood, nearly purple, staining his white hair. She did some exploratory cuts along his neck, I think prepping for a full surgical look at his vocal chords soon.

She told me why. She did. It's just... I’m just having a hard time listening now.

I keep looking at him and thinking of how I would feel if my life had gone from family and ocean life to being strapped down and made to bleed for the education - and probably entertainment - of creatures I couldn’t even begin to know.

We talk about alien abductions, but humans are the ones who sometimes just take things and cut them apart to look inside. To Kima, I’m the alien, the evil villain, the monster under the

Bahram you are losing your grip. Stop it.

The blood he lost pooled underneath him and it stained the water as I moved him from the exam table back to his tank. It stained his hair and my hands. He smelled like copper and seawater in those moments. He smelled like bloody tears.

I almost threw up but I couldn't find the energy even for that.

Dr. L told Miah’s dad that forced-captive mer don’t usually last more than a year, especially young ones. I was thinking about that, and how does she know? There aren’t even enough official captivities to begin to have expert knowledge on that, let alone of calves.

Right?

Is there something she’s not telling me about how she knows that kind of information?

Kima clicked at me three times and I just smiled at him. He’s getting used to smiles, I think he gets that they’re not a sign of danger or being angry at this point. He tries to smile back sometimes, although that mouthful of fangs is a little unsettling, even if he means well.

I said, “I know it hurts, but I promise I’ll put something on there for the pain in just a second.”

He made a sound very much like a chirp and settled back as best he could, but I could see how it hurt him.

I hate this job.

I hate myself.

I rolled him back down into the tank room, past the computer and the couch and everything, but when it came time to give him an injection to sedate him I just... couldn't do it.

I had to sit down on the couch and just stare. I don't even know what I thought, or how long I did it. But eventually I heard a soft sound like rhythmic scrapes, and I looked up-

And there's Kima.

He was throwing himself against the side of his rolling travel tank to make it roll inch by inch across the floor, closing the distance between us.

When he got close, our eyes met.

I was in the water and out of it, breathing through gills and breathing air. I had rubbery thick skin and heavier weight and thin layers of delicate cells interlocking over muscle and bone. All of it at once.

In my head, I thought was told, Bahram sad.

"Yes." What else could I possibly say?

Kima watched me, solemn and still, with those enormous allover green eyes. Then he pushed upwards, hooking his arms over the side of his travel tank. Dark blood ran mixed with our imported seawater down from the cuts over his neck, staining grayish skin

Kima sad.

None of this was in words. All of it is simply... thoughts. Full thoughts, slipping back and forth like fins in water, slippery as eels. Thoughts that aren't words, but images, feelings, visions behind my eyelids.

I should tell Dr. L he talks to me this way.

I should absolutely not tell her that.

"I'm sorry," I said. My voice cracked, like being a teenager all over again. I could share with him how awful and guilty I felt. I could show that to him. "I didn't know. I didn't know you were... You could think."

"Bbhhh-rrrmmm," Kima said out loud. He tries so hard to make the sounds work. I can't possibly type them out in a way that actually reflects how he says it. "Bhhhh-rmmm. Heh-... ehp. Ulp."

Bahram help.

His brow furrows a little, head tipping to one side. White hair sticks to his cheeks and forehead, drips water down him. His nose slits flare as he breathes through lungs for the moment.

"I don't know how to help you," I said, and put my head in my hands. "I don't know what to do."

He was quiet, then. He looked confused more than disappointed.

After a while, I found the energy to put him back in his big tank and even dropped some fish in. After that, it took all I had in me to dump the bloodied travel tank water and make it back to lie down on the couch.

I've been here basically ever since.

I should read or study but I can't. I just physically can't make myself move. Kima watches me sometimes, and I watch him nurse the bruises and blisters and bloodied wounds Dr. L opened on him. The new ones starting to layer over the old.

He tries to think Bahram help but I don't answer. I don't even have the words to begin.

How do I tell him I need help, too?

If I do, I could lose this job.

Would anyone else talk to him? Miah, yeah, but she has school, she can't be here very often. Who else would take this job?

Would they be worse at it than I am?

Is that even possible?

The alarm just went off

Never mind. It was just Dr. L, she bumped one of the alarms with her hip. She's come back carrying a box. She said tomorrow we take some skin.

I didn't ask how much.

Just said okay, watched her head for the lab, and laid back down on the couch. Kima asked what skin is. I decided not to tell him.

I can't keep being the bad guy, I have to quit.

I can't quit, who would take care of him?

So instead of doing anything, I do nothing. Just like before.

I should tell someone it's happening again.

I should tell someone, anyone, that it's happening again.

Literally anyone.

I'm so tired.

Bahram help.

Okay, but could someone help Bahram, maybe, too?

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leos-regression-cove · 2 years

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Nothing in the Parenting Books Prepared Me For This

30. The Attempt to Take Care of Mobius

Synopsis: Mobius had never considered himeself to be anything other than a caregiver, but when he gets sick and Loki gets bored, Sylvie and her toddler-headspaced little help him feel small and take care of him.

Word count: 4,343

Stand Alone?: Part 3/3 of some sickfic chapters but can stand alone.

Warnings: forced/coerced regression, vomit, breastfeeding, swearing, diapers/wetting,

Notes: Despite the warnings, this chapter is adorable, it's absolutely one of my favorites and eventually led to the creation of both of my other fics (even though one of them doesn't have a little!Loki or little!Mobius). There's even a sweet lesson about age dreaming at the end!

Read it on AO3!

While Sylvie sat on the edge of the bed after bringing Mobius a cup of tea, Loki suddenly popped out his pacifier. “Mummy!” he exclaimed.

“Shh, bunny, daddy needs quiet,” she whispered to him for the hundredth time today.

“Mummy, new game!” he proposed.

“Alright, what are we playing?” she asked.

Mobius seemed interested at this point too, even if wasn’t going to play.

“Like daycare. House!” he tried to explain.

“You want to play baby?” Sylvie tried to clarify, confused.

“Mhm! Gotta take care daddy!”

“Silly boy, daddy’s not a baby,” Sylvie laughed, but mostly because that sounded like incredible fun.

Mobius was already cracking up, putting a hand over the top of his face. “Loki-” he coughed out between chuckles, touching the side of his nose with the back of his hand, “Loki, aren’t you a baby?”

“It is pretend, darling,” Sylvie rationalized, holding back a cackle. “And,” she whispered, “I’ll make sure you stay comfy and warm and,” she booped him on the nose, “give you lots of attention wention, isn’t that right?” she smushed his face and cooed in such an exaggerated way that she didn’t even use when speaking to Loki which made the little roar with laughter.

Loki shifted Mobius into his lap, cradling him in a hug.

Sure, it wasn’t his cup of tea exactly, but fuck, if it didn’t feel nice.

“Mummy, baba pease!”

“Does daddy need a bottle?” Sylvie asked, trying to suppress a laugh.

“Yeah!” Loki exclaimed, “N’ baby stuffs! Um, nappy n’ paci, n’ stuffy, too!”

Mobius was so exhausted from generally being sick, and so busy being in shock and trying not to laugh at the ridiculous game concept, that he didn’t even process any of the conversation he had heard, nor did he know how to react when Sylvie set a pretty blue pacifier in his mouth. Unused to the feeling, he fiddled it with his tongue.

Loki moved, carrying Mobius, which startled the caregiver. Loki held him like a toddler holds a cat, carrying him from the armpits with his arms around Mobius’ chest, until Sylvie noticed.

“No! Bunny, you can’t pick him up like that! It hurts! Can you hold him like mummy holds you?”

Loki readjusted Mobius in his arms.

Wow, now this was comfortable, insanely so. Loki and Sylvie got to experience this all the time? It was amazing. Well, at least until Loki set him on the cold nursery changing table and buckled him down. “Mummy’ll change you,” he said, patting Mobius on the head gently.

“Loki, can I have a blanket?” Mobius shivered.

“Oh! Yessss,” Loki grabbed a comfortable blanket and draped it over his daddy... or baby? It’s confusing. “Here, baby!” he chirped before walking out again. “Mumma!” Loki called.

“What do you need, bunny?” Sylvie asked while fastening the caps on the bottles.

“Daddy changies!” he replied, “N’ Cib!”

“Oh, the crib sheets are probably done, huh? Can you go get those? We want daddy to have the warm ones,” she had been so distracted by the second part of what Loki had said, that she didn’t even think about the first, but eventually the statement hit her like a truck.

She peeked into the nursery, keeping the sixteen ounce bottle in the pocket of her men’s style pajama pants. “Loki said you need a change, everything alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, he’s just… being Loki I guess.”

“Right… Should I still get you changed and dressed?... Or?”

“Might as well just get me dressed. Those pajamas might be warmer anyway.”

Sylvie moved the blanket and unbuttoned his shirt. After she got him all undressed, she frowned for a second. “Gosh, are you sure you don’t want a diaper? This would just look so precious on you,” she showed him the pink princess ones.

Mobius thought about it, weighing his options, and decided his pride outweighed the risks of going without. “I’m sure, but thanks for the offer.”

“Alright then, sit up,” she sighed, unclicking the strap and wrapping the blanket around his shoulders.

She put him in a pair of Loki’s footie pajamas, covered in blue and yellow stars. They were a little big, but Sylvie found him adorable. “Are you okay with me picking you up?” she asked.

“Yeah, that would be nice, actually,” he admitted.

Sylvie picked him up, rocking him slowly back and forth with his head slumped onto her shoulder.

Loki returned with warm crib sheets over him, pretending to be a ghost. He squealed when he saw Mobius all bundled up and cozy in Sylvie’s arms. “Baby Mobi!” Loki cheered, running up to coo at the way he was cradled. It was weird hearing him say his caregiver’s name while in headspace.

“Okay, bunny, can we put the sheets on the bed?”

Loki did his best to follow the instructions and dressed the crib, before coming up to take Mobius out of Sylvie’s arms.

“Can you give him a baba?” Sylvie asked, removing the bottle full of warm tea from her comically large pocket.

Loki sat in the rocking chair with his baby.

Mobius wasn’t quite sure how to latch onto the bottle, whether he should try to put the whole cap in his mouth or just the end of the nipple, suddenly forgetting all the times he’d seen Loki or Sylvie drink from one. At first he was shy, but eventually latched on all the way after Loki’s gentle coaxing.

“Good baby,” Loki approved, stroking Mobius’ belly.

Now, Mobius didn’t have a headspace, he didn’t think so at least; he felt the usual benefits that regression gave through caregiving for Loki and Sylvie. Regressing didn’t come naturally to him, anyhow. But while he wasn’t able to care for his littles, he felt a strong sense of comfort and security as they were able to take care of him in their own, loving, but ever so idiosyncratic ways.

Loki’s eyes were not visible to Mobius, shielded by his long black eyelashes as he looked up to Sylvie and how she was pacing the room, looking at toys and books.

“Loki, can you check on your baby? I think he wants you,” she smiled.

“Hullo, baby!” Loki said, looking down.

Mobius smiled warmly and kicked his legs a little bit to greet Loki back.

Loki grinned and pet his mustache while holding the bottle.

Very quickly, Mobius’ eyes grew heavy and eventually fluttered shut.

“Mummy, look!” Loki whispered loudly.

“Aw, look at that! Out already, sweet thing,” she cooed. “Okay, big brother Loki, can you burp him and then set him in the crib?”

“But… wanna play!” Loki whined softly.

“I know, he’ll play when he’s a little older, but he’s a little baby-”

“Loki protec!” he decided, sitting Mobius up to burp him and then laying down with him in the crib.

“Be gentle, you don’t want to hurt him,” Sylvie cautioned as she found a little cap and mittens made for littles who would fall into the “newborn” category.

Loki nestled him and rocked him in his arms, trying his best to make Mobius feel safe and snug. It worked of course, even with the feeling of Sylvie slipping a beanie over his soft, silver hair and velcroing on the bulky mittens.

Loki tried to hug him from behind on his side, but Sylvie stopped him, she had one of Mobius’ “first years” parenting books in her hand and was looking through a section in the beginning. “It says we need to keep him on his back while sleeping, alright?”

Loki nodded, rolled Mobius over, and got down out of the crib, but not before handing Mobius his stuffed alligator, tucking it in his baby’s arms and giving him a pat. “All comfy!” Loki smiled.

“Look at how helpful you are!” she smiled. “Alright, bars up!”

Loki helped her slide the side up and turned on the mobile.

“Okay, we need to be real quiet, while he’s sleeping. What are some quiet games we can play?”

“Train!”

“Is ‘train’ quiet?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, let’s play train.”

Loki got out a chunky bag of wooden train set pieces, and started clicking them together to make a long track that almost wrapped the nursery. It wasn’t quite as quiet as Sylvie had hoped, but aside from the woody clacking noises of the pieces rustling together in the bag, Loki didn’t make a peep. He furnished it with block buildings and wooden silhouetted tiny trees. As he was running a wooden toy train along the fresh route for the first time since its completion, Mobius awoke and stretched; it wasn’t a long nap at all, hardly lasting twenty minutes, but that’s how it is when you’re sick.

Sylvie noticed his movement and got up to peer over the side of the crib and see if he needed anything.

Loki was quick to follow.

Mobius tried not to laugh at how silly he felt. Itching the side of his nose with a mitted paw, he sat up, spat the pacifier from his mouth, and coughed into the crook of his elbow.

“Look at that, bunny, baby’s sitting up all on his own.”

Mobius chuckled shyly. “Yeah… so can you help me out of here so I can go use the bathroom?”

Loki stared at Sylvie, even though she wasn’t looking at him, a sort of “Oh, but he doesn’t have to wear diapers for his nap?” kind of look.

Sylvie picked Mobius up and unvelcroed his mittens. “Run along now, but the second you get back, you’re up on that table getting at least a pull-up. I see the little in you and we’re not taking chances, especially not while you’re sick,” she lectured in her most strict “mommy” voice.

“I’m not a little! I promise!” he laughed as he left the room. It was lighthearted, but both Loki and Sylvie could tell there was an uncertainty in his voice as he said it. He was going through a sort of concealed identity crisis.

Mobius returned and Sylvie propped him up onto the table, refastening his mittens on and giving him the most basic white diaper she could find before zipping up his pajamas. Sylvie cooed over how cute he looked: “Look at you! Aw, darling baby, you look like you just came home from the hospital!”

He went immensely red in the face and laughed embarrassedly before having a sneezing fit.

“We’re going to hang out with big brother Loki for a while,” she told him as she picked him back up.

Laying out a blanket, she set Mobius on his tummy and sat next to him cross-legged, while Loki played with some blocks, and continued work on his trains, adding in some more “big boy” toys to make the narrative interesting.

Despite having his back pet by Sylvie, a diaper on his bottom, a pacifier in his mouth, and mittens on his hands, Mobius didn’t feel like a baby. He still felt like he was watching his little boy play with his toys, not admiring his older brother. It was an odd dissociative feeling as he rested his head on his forearms so he didn’t strain his neck.

Sylvie noticed his affectionate but still very adult-feeling gaze. She rolled him onto his back and tickled his belly slightly, hoping to break the curse of maturity.

Mobius squirmed and smiled gently, but didn’t audibly laugh as Sylvie grabbed some baby toys, kissing his cheeks with a terry cloth, crinkly tiger hand puppet that had a mirror on its belly. “Mr. Tiger is saying ‘hi’ to baby, look at that!”

“Is Danny Tiger!” Loki interjected.

But Sylvie ignored him. She brought the tiger up to her ear so it looked like it was whispering to her, “he says he’s you’re the cutest little baby in the whole wide world,” she smiled.

Loki looked back up from his trains, again to glare at her.

“I thought you were a big boy today,” Sylvie remarked at him. “C’mere,” she said, opening a spot in her arms for the little to snuggle in. “How special: two baby boys getting to play with mummy.” She poked at the hands and bellies and toes and noses of her littles, like the parenting book had suggested, saying it helped itty bitty babies develop a better sense of touch. But it also seemed like it would be a very gentle and quiet game that wouldn’t bother Mobius very much.

Loki looked at her for reassurance as he very cautiously brought his hand to poke Mobius’ cheek, and found himself surprised and giddy with excitement as Mobius raised his mittens up to grasp his hand, which the baby seemed rather proud of, himself.

As Loki chewed on a teether, and Sylvie busied herself with narrating everything going on (mostly her inner debates on whether to get the baby gym set up), a problem revealed itself: As she was hugging Mobius to her, resting his head on her shoulder, she felt him clench his entire being.

“Everything alright?” she asked, trying to get a better look at him.

She was met with a sharp, slight nod.

After going back to petting his back, he made a noise like neither Sylvie nor Loki had ever heard him make before; a squeak of panic followed by a whining cry of pain, mostly emotional.

“Aw, poor baby, I wish you were feeling better, too,” Sylvie absently said while she tried to stop Loki from taking things off the high shelves of the nursery. But, she was immediately met with something much more pressing.

The loud whine was quickly followed with a gag.

Sylvie stiffened as she felt the warm feeling ooze down her back.

Loki stared for a minute, ceasing his mischief, absolutely shocked, and then doubled over laughing.

Sylvie wasn’t as pleased, but she did what she could. “Loki, hand mummy that book over there, please?”

Loki brought it to her, still in stitches.

Poor Mobius kept his forehead pressed against Sylvie’s shoulder, red with shame. Or maybe it was just the fever.

She looked over the pages, looking for one about sick babies, a chapter formerly neglected mostly because A) Loki and Sylvie were previously believed to not be able to get sick, and B) Mobius knew taking care of sick littles was different from taking care of an actual sick baby. However, Sylvie wasn’t aware of this.

She noticed embarrassed tears in Mobius’ eyes and decided it wasn’t something worth being upset over, he was sick and it was bound to happen.

She got up with Mobius cradled in her arms and set him on the changing table to clean up his face and check him. Obviously, since Mobius was definitely not a little, he was 100% dry. “Bunny, can you take baby with us?” she tiredly asked as she felt the vomit roll down the back of her shirt and onto the waistband of her pants.

“Ew! No,” Loki giggled.

“Loki, if you cradle him, none of it will get on you,” she demonstrated.

Loki did as he was told but nervously, just to be sure he wouldn’t get any sick on him. “Icky baby,” he remarked, with both disgust and affection.

Loki brought him to the bedroom and tried to make him feel better while Sylvie put on some different clothes. Something with less puke on it.

He looked at Mobius’ tearstained face. The person he had used so often as a rock, the person who was normally his strong, comforting caregiver, looked so fragile. Perhaps he would’ve used the word “pathetic” but in a most endearing and loving way. Is this how Thor felt? Is this how Sylvie felt? Mobius was so cute and vulnerable.

When Loki was caring for Sylvie, there was such an urgent business to the day that he didn’t have time to really think and feel this through. But now he did.

Loki did not know how to express this love, so he ignored the feeling, instead playing a nursery rhyme game Mobius and Sylvie often played with him. Knowing Mobius wasn’t going to sing along, he was far too much of a baby, Loki simply took his arms and did the movements for him.

“What are my silly boys doing?” Sylvie asked, returning with a new outfit and an apron, just in case.

“Bus-bus!” Loki answered, not catching that it was a rhetorical question.

“Sylvie?” Mobius asked quietly.

“Mummy doesn’t understand baby babble, sweetheart,” Sylvie answered, getting maybe a bit carried away with taking care of him. “But what do you need?” she asked, remembering that he was sick and it would probably be something concerning.

“My throat’s just dry, that’s all,” he complained as kindly as he could, hoping not to be a burden.

Sylvie sat down on the bed in between Loki and Mobius. “Alright, but no more big boy talk, okay? We need you to rest. I can read your thoughts and get you what you need. Sound good?”

Mobius nodded as he was dragged to a spot at Sylvie’s side, near the head of the bed, and Loki crawled up to the other.

She turned on some colorful baby tv for Loki, teaching about the farm, as she rolled up her shirt and removed her bra.

“Th- that’s not necessary,” Mobius added, freezing up.

“Shhh,” she adjusted his head so he could latch easily. “No more big boy talk.”

She let Loki sit at her other side and tried to keep him and Mobius from hitting their heads together.

Loki kept looking up to watch the tv, the stimulating movements of different toys and puppets distracted him, and Sylvie eventually had to hold his head steadier and pause the program.

Today, there was no issue with biting or struggling, as Loki decided he was done fairly quickly and wanted much more to watch the brightly colored “Old MacDonald” song.

Mobius on the other hand, tried his best to get everything he could.

Sylvie stroked his hair through the cotton beanie. “I think Loki may have left some in the other side,” she told him, transferring him over in her arms to drink what Loki had abandoned.

“Alright, all done?” she asked rhetorically, sticking a pacifier in Mobius’ mouth. She sat him up in her lap so he could watch the show Loki was so captivated by. Sylvie kissed him on the cheek and helped him clap along to “If You’re Happy and You Know It”, which Loki proudly did on his own, thank you very much.

Both of the boys soon started getting fussy. Well, they had been fussy all day, but especially now that it was getting on dinnertime. “Loki, do we need two highchairs tonight?”

Loki nodded as Sylvie picked him up, too. “Mummy’s two pretty boys,” she remarked whistfully as she clicked Loki into his highchair. “Do you think you can sit up on your own?”

Mobius didn’t answer her, but batted at the pacifier in his mouth with his mittens. Regardless, she clicked him into the highchair and watched him play with the straps like they were new and exciting discoveries. “Are you feeling better?” she asked him.

Mobius kicked his legs, mimicking Loki and reached for her.

“Aw, I’m happy to hear that,” she smiled as if he had actually given her an answer, rubbing under his chin. “Bunny?”

Loki looked up hearing his nickname.

“What should we have for din-din?”

“M.. carrot!” Loki answered.

“I think carrots are going to be hard on your baby teeth. Let’s see… we have some carrot baby food… and leftover soup. What do you think?”

Loki looked at his “little brother” curiously, trying to read him and figure out what he would want more. He watched Mobius finally get the pacifier out of his mouth and replace it with a mitten that he chewed on while watching Sylvie take things out of the fridge with big glassy eyes. “Both!” Loki decided.

“Okay, let’s try a little bit of both. I’m not even sure Mobius can handle these big chunks of chicken, though.”

She stuck the tubberware of soup in the microwave and put bibs on them. Mobius’ had a dinosaur on it and Loki’s was pink with a crown and said, “little princess”.

She opened the jar of baby food, separating some out for Loki and some for Mobius, using individual spoons for them for sanitary reasons.

“Can you open up for me?” she asked, guiding the first spoonful into Mobius’ mouth. He curiously opened, letting her set the puree in his mouth.

The texture grated on his tounge. It was weird and gritty, he was tempted to spit it back out, but swallowed hard.

Loki got some, too and accepted it excitedly, trying to set a good big brother example.

Mobius looked at the next spoonful presented to him.

Sylvie brushed the cold spoon against his lips, trying to encourage him to take some more. “Does mummy need to bring out the jetski? Or maybe the racecar?” he took it begrudgingly. It tasted fine, but felt like pure sandpaper on his tender throat.

Loki again, took his with enthusiasm, getting it on his cheeks and chin and clapping as Sylvie scrunched her nose and called him a “silly boy”.

“Okay, one more and then we’ll get you some tasty soup, alright?” but to both of the Lokis' surprise, Mobius crossed his arms, and turned up his nose, leaning back in his seat. For the first time in his life, playing the brat card that he had studied from Loki and Sylvie.

Sylvie tried the racecar, making little “vroom-vroom” noises as she guided it to his mouth, but he aggressively avoided it and looked at the spoon with contempt, crossing his mitted hands across his chest. “Mobius, I need you to eat right now. Please? For mummy?”

He started to shake his head and tried to stop babyish tears from coming. “M-m,” he mumbled, shaking his head.

“Oh, no?” she asked.

He shook his head again, letting the salty wetness fall down his cheeks.

Loki enjoyed watching the drama from the sidelines. “Mummy! Sou’,” he reminded her.

“Okay, we’ll try the soup. Do you think you can eat solid food?” she asked Mobius.

He nodded and let her raise the warm soup to his lips. “There we go,” she said as he took it. “Not worth tears, huh? Loki, do you want the rest of the carrot?” she asked.

“Bun-ny!” he giggled, letting her give him the rest.

Mobius liked Sylvie’s funny sound effects as she mimicked a jetski and a racecar for him, making little motor noises.

She got him to finish the soup and had him follow it with another cup of flu medicine. “I think it’s time for changes, yeah?”

Loki nodded, becoming aware of his sogginess and how cold and itchy he was.

As Sylvie carried her boys back to the nursery she looked at Mobius in her arms, “Do you remember what you told Loki when he started regressing around you?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “You told him, he needed to let go and trust you because ‘daddy knows what he’s doing’. And I need you, right now, as a sick little baby, to let go and trust me. Alright? Can we do that?”

Loki went first and got a change while Mobius forced himself to release, it took effort since he had never done it before, but when he was done, he felt much better after holding it for at least three hours now.

He forced deep breathes and tried to remain calm without tears or nerves when Sylvie set him on the table. But his red, red, face was enough to cause concern. “Bunny, can you be on distraction duty?”

Loki found some teether keys and dangled them, letting Mobius bat at them and try to grab with his baby mittens as Sylvie changed him, but the feeling of horrible embarrassment, didn’t leave, and he squirmed and struggled making Sylvie’s job very difficult, eventually trying to self-soothe with a mitten until Loki got him a pacifier.

“Baby, can you settle? Mummy doesn’t want to mess up your tapes.”

He stilled for a second and let Sylvie zip up his pajamas. She picked him up. “Okay, are we all ready for bedtime?”

She helped the boys brush their teeth and made them bottles. They were too little for stories or tv so she snuggled them up into bed. She settled for a song while giving Loki and Mobius their bottles. Loki, holding his himself like a big boy.

Mobius had time to think to himself right then: It was nice, being taken care of. It was great, being shown a new perspective. And it was wonderful trying to regress, pretending. But that’s just what it was for him… pretending, and it wasn’t for him. And that was okay. He got his therapy from taking care of his Lokis, not them taking care of him. Even if it was warm, and comforting, and made him laugh.

Such a nice idea, being a little, so carefree and happy just because your caregiver handed you a favorite teether or from being set in your pretty little highchair with the darling over the shoulder restraints decorated with green polka dots.

But it wasn’t for him. No, Mobius could look at something for his babies and say “that looks like fun,” or “that’s adorable,” but he could just never get into that babyish mindset, himself. Or at least when he did, it felt off. Something wasn’t right.

But that wasn’t for him to think about right now.

A sneezing fit disrupted his thoughts. Which was met with Sylvie gently wiping his nose as she continued her pretty song and took empty bottles out of mouths, replacing them with pretty pacifiers. She pet their backs and ran her hands through silky black and scruffy gray hair.

Maybe he couldn’t really regress, but it sure was a pleasant experience to try.

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purble-turble · 2 years

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In the dad Macaque AU Shan started to dislike Macaque because Red was always aggressive towards him. Would she start to do the same thing with Calabash Yandere Red? Presents can only get you so far and I highly doubt MK would hide the fact he dislikes Red even with the fear of him possibly hurt the kids. Not like Red would, how could you think I would EVER harm our children? - Pixel Anon

Oh yeah for sure. Babies do love presents, but they’re also still learning about how social interactions work and they heavily pick up cues from their parents. Shan would be taken in by the fun and toys at first, but eventually she would notice how different her baba acts around Red, and it’s something she’s never seen before. She knows what it is to be unhappy, and she’s getting the impression that that’s how Baba feels about being here. She probably doesn’t want to say no to being spoiled by this man who’s calling himself her other father, but she also loves and trusts Baba.. so she eventually rejects him, in a show of solidarity with her Baba, though she wouldn’t know to call it that. MK is thrilled that she came around and doesn’t like Red Son.. Red himself is kind of heartbroken about it, but he convinces himself that kids go through phases and she’ll come around. He shifts to giving more attention to Jiayi who is only a few months old and still much too small to pick up on MK’s hatred of Red.

#ask #spicynoodleshipping #dark spicynoodles #demon king red #yandere red #calabash #shan #AU of an AU #Anonymous #Pixel Anon

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em-neko · 3 years

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FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM (KBTBB HEADCANON)

how i think mc would’ve met + fallen in love with the bidders if she hadn’t been put up for auction.

oh and i added a song to go along with each scenario, enjoy!

a/n: the auctions don’t exist in this universe, so the bidders don’t know each other (assuming soryu, eisuke and luke didn’t stay in contact after high school). however, shuichi and hikaru are friends.

EISUKE

when mc worked at the tres spade, they’d often run into each other

she’d always catch his eye, but he wasn’t sure why

she was just like any other maid, after all

but to him, she seemed different somehow

one day, his curiosity got the best of him and he promoted her to the penthouse

at first, she was really shy and wouldn’t even look him in the eye

he’d try chatting her up (in his own way)

but she wouldn’t open up (understandably)

so one day, he asked her to make him coffee

their first conversation was about how eisuke liked his coffee

somehow, he managed to make her laugh

and slowly, she began warming up to him

since then, whenever she’d go up to the penthouse to clean, they’d end up just talking the entire time

mc got in trouble for it (and by trouble i mean, erika and tweedledee and tweedledum bullied her about it) but eisuke always defended her

if eisuke was too busy in his office to talk to her, he’d leave her a small present on the coffee table for her to find

things like jewelry, clothes, beauty products and sweets

in exchange, mc left notes and doodles for eisuke to find

once she even left a short comic that she’d written and illustrated for him to read

he saved them all

soon, their relationship turned flirty

eisuke would tease her constantly

sometimes, he’d jokingly pin mc down on the couch

or he’d give her little surprise kisses while she’d be cleaning

mc would always blush and get super flustered

in typical eisuke fashion, he’d play it off as a joke

but it was obvious he really liked her

soon, eisuke offered her to move into the penthouse

he blamed it on boredom and pulled them “it’s for work” card, but mc saw right through it

and she agreed

SORYU

i genuinely don’t think they would’ve ever met if it weren’t for the auctions

however, i could see them potentially meeting in a bookstore

it was that cliche, looking over the shelf, eyes meeting type of thing

soryu didn’t pay any mind to her at first, but he’d remember her face

he found himself thinking about her a lot

she was scared of him at first, but she found him really attractive

so they’d both go to the bookstore every few days, hoping they run into one another

they wouldn’t speak to each other though

but that doesn’t mean the staff of the bookstore didn’t take notice of their occasional glances

they were kinda suspicious because mc and soryu would always be in the store at the same time

so one day, after closing, the staff reorganized the shelves so that the romance section (mc’s favorite section) would be right besides the crime novel section (soryu’s favorite section)

hoping they’d talk to each other

and it worked!

when mc and soryu returned to the bookstore the next day, they realized that things had been move around

and found themselves shoulder to shoulder

mc eventually gathered up the courage to ask him what he was reading

and he offered to buy her a book he liked

in exchange, she bought him a book she liked

every few days, they’d purchase books for each other, and talk about the last books

mc began to leave notes in soryu’s books

and he left notes in hers too

notes turned to letters

and soon, a phone number was left on the bottom of one of the letters

OTA

they met at a museum

ota was there to look for inspiration

while mc was just wardering around on her lunch break

ota caught mc’s eye immediately, he’s the angelic artist after all

but she didn’t want to bother him, nor did she have the courage to talk to him in the first place

so she just pretended like she didn’t see him

when the paparazzi and ota’s fangirls catch wind that he’s at the museum, they all swarmed the place

ota frantically tried to find a place for hide

and luckily for him, mc found a way to sneak into the security guard’s office

she ushered him in and told him to hide under the desk

while waiting for the chaos to cool down, they joked around and laughed together

ota told mc she looked like his old dog and called her koro as a joke

she rolled her eyes, before bursting out laughing

he started treating her like a dog (asking her to sit, give paw, jump etc.) and she played along

they both laughed together hysterically at the end

when the chaos cooled down, ota left his hiding spot

but, not before asking her if he can “take her on a walk sometime”

she’d bark happily

i made mc a whiling participant to ota’s shenanigans because a big reason why i didn’t like ota’s main story was because i felt so bad for mc

MITSUNARI

they met after baba had stolen a painting at an gallery, owned by a child predator

ayame was chasing him down the street

with no where to go, baba ran into a random building

(that happened to be mc’s apartment complexe)

he entered a random apartment on the second floor

(which also happened to be mc’s apartment)

and hid inside her bathtub

when mc got home and found him inside her bathtub, she freaked out (obviously)

she yelled at him and beat him with a broomstick

somehow baba managed to talk her out of calling the cops by explaining the situation to her

after she calmed down, they drank some tea together and chit chatted

mostly about their jobs

baba teased her a lot about being a maid, while she simply blushed, too shy to tease back

but she couldn’t hide the fact that she found good looking

minutes turned to hours

and the next morning, mc woke up in her own bed

turns out, baba had carried her to her bedroom after she’d fallen asleep while they were talking

and sat at the foot of her bed until the crack of dawn

just to make sure she didn’t have any nightmares after the scare he gave her

to thank her for “the unforgettable night” she gave him, he left her a note with his phone number on it

and at the bottom, it was written to call him if she ever needed help

and he’d be there

mc didn’t think she’d ever use it, after all she wasn’t stupid, she knew a womanizer when she saw one

but when she got invited to a party a few days later, she realized that she needed a date

and who better was to call than the flirty thief she’d just met?

MAMORU

they met on the bus

mc was on her way to meet a friend

while she was sitting on the bus, reading her book, mamoru came stumbling in

mc noted that he looked sleepy

when he came towards her, she made sure to move her back out of the way so he could sit down

mere seconds after the bus began moving again, mamoru fell asleep

on mc’s shoulder

mc didn’t want to wake him up and ask him to move because he seemed so exhausted

so she let him sleep on her

she didn’t mind too much, besides she was only getting off at the last stop

and she thought he was pretty cute, but she’d never admit that

but then, the last stop came

and mamoru was still sleeping on her shoulder

mc wondered if he’d missed his stop or if he was getting off on the last stop too

she gently nudged him, calling out to him to wake up

when he woke up, he realized he’d missed his stop and started freaking out

he blamed mc for not waking him up at his stop

mc retorted that she didn’t know which stop was his

and they walked off the bus bickering

they continued arguing on the street too

until mamoru realized how stupid he sounded and somewhat apologized

mc was understandably annoyed that this man had wasted her time and stomped away

but before she could get far enough away from him, he called out to her

he asked her if he could apologize to her with some dinner

he expected her to say no

but instead, she told him she’d only go if he took her to the best ramen place in town

and he agreed

LUKE

like soryu, i can’t imagine them ever meeting if it wasn’t for mc being sold at the auctions

however, there is a possibility that they’d run into each other at the hotel

mc had just gotten transferred to the tres spade dubai

and luke had a meeting there with potential patient

while luke waited for the patient in the lobby, all of the female staff members were checking him out

of course, he is very handsome after all

mc didn’t pay too much mind, she admitted he was good looking, but this was the tres spade

handsome men came through those doors every day

so she simply walked by and continued her work

and luke and his patient eventually went to his suite

a few hours later, mc was asked to bring some refreshments to room 145

turns out, it was luke’s patient’s suite

she smiled politely at luke and his patient and placed the bottles of whiskey on the table in front of them

eyes wide like he was in a trance, he reached his fingertips towards her chest

panicked, mc was about to push his hands away and apologize, thinking he was reaching for her breast

but he wasn’t

instead, he began caressing her collarbones, while praising their beauty

mc and the patient stared at each other with big eyes, confused as to what to do

“uh.. dr foster, are you okay?”

mc was beginning to get flustered at how close luke was

so she gently placed her hands on his and pushed them off of her

she apologized and told him she had to go, and to call the front desk if he needed anything else

but before she could leave, luke called out to her

he asked her if she’d come to his clinic sometimes

he wanted to get x-ray’s of her collarbones

and as weirded out as mc was, she agreed

SHUICHI

they met while shuichi was staying at the tres spade japan on a business trip

mc had just finished cleaning the third floor

so she stepped on the elevator to make her way to the twentieth floor, where she’d end her shift

shuichi was already inside

she bowed to him, greeting him politely

he simply nodded his head

after pressing her floor button, she stepped back and stood besides shuichi

they rode in silence

until the elevator suddenly came to a harsh stop

mc began freaking out

and shuichi got frustrated

he tried mc calming down in his own way

she got pissed at him

but hey, at least she wasn’t panicking anymore

shuichi clicked the help button and they waited

and waited

after a while, while they sat on the floor, mc apologized to shuichi for the inconvenience

he assured her that it wasn’t her fault

after a brief moment of silence, she asked him why he was staying at the tres spade

and they began talking about work

soon, the conversation turned political

mc was a unsure because of how stiff shuichi was

she thought he was annoyed at her

but he wasn’t

in fact, shuichi was impressed by how educated mc was on the subject

and he loved how casually she spoke about it too

once help finally arrived, he couldn’t help but feel sad that the conversation had to come to an end

he genuinely loved talking to her

she was laid back, but intelligent, a combination he found very attractive

so he asked her she’d be his date that night to his business dinner

and she said yes

HIKARU

they met at work, of course

hikaru was always super friendly towards mc

he’d always help her when he had free time

sometimes he’d buy her food at the cafeteria

or bring her coffee from the local coffee shop

soon, mc began developing a little crush on him

at least, that was until he lured her to into a secluded area at the hotel and threatened her with a knife

turns out, he was going after the wrong person

his target’s wife coincidentally had the same first and last name as mc

hence why hikaru confused them

he apologized

but now that she knew who he really was, he couldn’t just let her go

so he told the manager that they were dating and he wanted mc to move in with him

unfortunately for mc, the manager said yes

and they moved in together

at first, mc was (understandably) afraid of hikaru

but soon, she warmed up to him

in fact, she actually began liking his sassy attitude better than his good guy persona

and there was no denying he was into her too

they played house together

they cooked together, cleaned together, watched shows together, built ikea furniture together

hell, they even argued about which type of cheese to buy at the grocery store

when hikaru had nightmares, they’d cuddle and mc would listen to him talk about his demons all night

hikaru was terrified she’d leave him one day

but she never did

RHION

they met at an antique store

rhion was looking for a new unique trinket to add to his collection

while mc was simply aimlessly wandering around the shop

when their eyes suddenly met

it was love at first sight

however, they were both too shy to come up to each other

so they just creeped on each other until the store closed

when it was time to go home, rhion instantly regretted not talking to her

he was upset, there was his chance to not be alone anymore, yet he blew it

he felt like a coward

but the next day, rhion got a knock at the door

and it was mc!

turns out, he had dropped his id while paying for his things at the antique store

and mc was there to return it

he told her that he’d “found his alice”

and invited her in for some tea

they talked until the early hours of the morning

she spent the night

then the week

then the month

and that’s when rhion realized, she wasn’t leaving

and he didn’t complain one bit

#kbtbb headcanon #kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder #love 365 #love 365: find your story #voltage inc #voltage games #voltage headcanon #otome game #nina’s headcanons

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lesyah · 3 years

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moshang’s triplet au

a repost of an emoji prompt fill for @selpuku

this is based off of her moshang triplet au!!!!

🌧

Yi was standing in the doorway staring at the rain puddle as they dripped off of the roof. Er and San were still asleep. They hadn’t seemed bothered by the rain, but it immediately woke Yi up. The triplets periodically came with Shang Qinghua when he visited his peak, but he’d never seen it rain before. Back home, it was too cold for it to rain, so he couldn’t help but stare at it.

Suddenly, the sky lit up in a blinding, whitish purple light. He jolted, stumbling backwards and almost fell onto his backside. Right after the flash, a booming sound rattled the room they were in, and Yi could feel the ground shake beneath him. Feeling his heart in his throat, he stared at the sky in shock, as if waiting for it to happen again. It stormed back at home, but it never sounded like that. It didn’t look like that either. It was always more muffled, hidden through layers of clouds and snow. This was a cracking sound, as if something was coming closer and closer.

The sky lit up again and Yi immediately covered his ears. It didn’t do much to muffle the sound. He turned around and looked to see that Er and San were still sleeping. Because they were in An Ding Peak, they didn’t have their own beds. Er and San had cuddled close at the sound and Yi pouted a little. Just as he was considering how to cuddle up to them, too, another crashing sound of thunder rattled him. He immediately jumped a mile in the air and darted out of the room.

He burst into Shang Qinghua’s room and didn’t bother trying to be quiet. However, with the thunderstorm going on outside, the sound of the door slamming open didn’t really sound all that misplaced. He rushed to the side of the bed and crawled up. Shang Qinghua made a small noise and shifted when he felt the bed dip.

Yi pushed himself into his arms and pressed his face into his chest.

“What’s wrong?” Shang Qinghua asked blearily, bringing his arms up to wrap them around Yi’s quivering body.

He just pushed closer, eyes squeezing shut when he noticed the room light up again. When the thunder sounded off and Shang Qinghua felt the way he flinched, he let out a small laugh. “Is the thunder scaring you, A-Yi?”

“No,” he immediately responded.

Shang Qinghua immediately squeezed him tighter and tucked him under his chin. “Of course not. You must have come to make sure I wasn’t afraid, right?”

“…Right,” he responded quietly. “Xiao Er and SanSan had each other so I knew they weren’t afraid. But you’re all alone tonight.”

Shang Qinghua squeezed him again. “Well, now I feel completely safe with you here, A-Yi. Who needs A-Die when I have you?”

🧸

Er looked down at the soft, plush object in his hands. He didn’t really know how to describe it, but it looked warm and squishy, and he found that he wanted to press it to his chest and hug it. He experimentally hugged it close and found that he liked it very much. It wasn’t quite like hugging one of his parents or his siblings, but it still felt nice and warm.

“Do you like it?”

Er looked up and saw his dad looking down at him eagerly, practically vibrating. He beamed back at him, clutching it in his hands and matching the energy of Shang Qinghua exactly. “I love it,” he said seriously.

Shang Qinghua smiled just as brightly and squeezed him into a hug. “I’m so glad you like it!”

However, it did not seem that anyone else liked it. Er was a snuggly child. When his brother was angry, Er could wrap his arms around him and get him to calm down. When his sister was upset and didn’t want people to know, Er could lie down on top of her and pretend they were playing a game so she didn’t get embarrassed. But with his new stuffed bear (he found out it was supposed to be an animal when Mobei Jun called it by name—it had been indistinguishable beforehand), Er was less cuddly than he normally was, since he got some of his sudden-urge hugs out of his system before he came across any of his siblings.

Unbeknownst to him, his brother and sister were discussing this at length, trying to decipher what was making him less cuddly than before. It certainly was not because either of them missed it. Definitely not. They were just worried about him. He must be sick, or something. So they discussed, and eventually decided to confront him about it.

Er walked into his room, stuffed bear in his arms, tucked under his chin in a hug, when he froze at the sight of both of his siblings standing in the middle of his room, looking very serious. “A-Yi? SanSan? Is something wrong?”

“What’s wrong with you?” Yi immediately said.

San looked over at him, annoyed. She looked back at Er. “He means to ask—You’ve been acting differently lately. We wanted to see if something was wrong.”

He approached them, hugging the bear tighter to his chest. “Nothing’s wrong,” he said a little anxiously. “Why would you think something’s wrong?”

“You haven’t been hugging us!” Yi cried out.

Er blinked at them, then immediately pouted. “I thought you didn’t like hugs, A-Yi.”

His face flushed slightly and he looked away. He crossed his arms. “I don’t.”

San pursed her lips at Yi, looking more and more irritated with every moment. “Xiao-Er, you like hugs. How come you aren’t hugging us anymore?”

Er glanced down at the bear in his arms, and their eyes tracked his gaze.

“You aren’t hugging us because of the bear baba got you?!” Yi looked betrayed.

Er felt his eyes pool. “I didn’t mean to!” He cried, dropping the bear and wrapping an arm around each of their necks.

Yi never knew how to handle someone else’s tears, so he froze. San guiltily patted his back. “Don’t cry, Xiao-Er. We were just worried about you. Don’t be upset.”

“I’ll hug you more, I promise,” Er vowed. They patted his back a little awkwardly, but seemed satisfied. The bear was beloved, but promptly neglected from then on.

🎀

Shang Qinghua had left San with some of the female disciples in his peak for the morning. They had done her hair for the day. She normally didn’t get much done to her hair in any traditionally feminine ways, but it was ok because she liked the way Shang Qinghua did her hair. She had been playing with a beaded necklace one of the disciples had given her while they did it, so when she felt them tie her hair up with a heavier ribbon than she was used to, she didn’t really pay attention.

The rest of the day she had been getting stares from her brothers, particularly Yi, and even Shang Qinghua smiled at her in a bit of a different way. She had brought her hand up to the top of her head several times, wondering if they had done something weird to her hair, but everything felt relatively normal. There were maybe a few more braids than normal, but that didn’t warrant all of the stares.

Mobei Jun was coming later to bring them back to the Northern Desert since it was about to storm and Yi didn’t like it when it stormed (he would never admit that—the current excuse was so Er and San didn’t get scared). Both Er and San knew this was completely untrue. When he came to get San from her room, he also paused when he saw her. She stomped her foot, completely fed up at this point. “What?” She snapped.

Mobei Jun stared down at her, lips twitching at her reaction as he held out a hand. “Come. It’s time to go home.”

She crossed her arms, turned up her nose, and faced away. “Not until you tell me why you just looked at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like that!” She cried, turning back to look up at him. “Everyone’s been looking at me like that all day!”

He shifted the hand that was still outstretched expectantly. She huffed and reached out to grab onto it. He pulled her out of the room. “It’s your hair.”

She brought her free hand up, stomach plummeting. “Did they do something weird to it?”

“No. You just don’t wear ribbons like that very often.”

“Ribbons like what?” She asked nervously, reaching back to touch it. It was, indeed, bigger than what she normally wore. She felt horrified. She pulled the tail end of it over her shoulder and it wasn’t blue or green, like she normally wore. It was pink. She immediately pulled on the tail end to untie it. She threw it on the ground and stomped the rest of the way down the hall.

“You don’t like it?” Mobei Jun asked, glancing down at her in amusement.

“No!” She immediately shouted. “I like green ribbons. And it was too big.”

He brought her into the room where Shang Qinghua was securing cloaks to Yi and Er. “Who put it in your hair?”

“I don’t know who it was,” she muttered dejectedly. “They were behind me, I couldn’t see them.

Mobei Jun grabbed her cloak and knelt down to drape it across her shoulders and tie it at the base of her throat. “Find out who it was and beat them up.”

“Hey!” Shang Qinghua immediately cried. “Beat who up?”

“Whoever put the ribbon in her hair that she didn’t want.”

“You didn’t want it?” Yi asked, turning to look at her.

“No,” she snapped, offended that he thought she wanted it.

Yi pursed his lips, gaze meeting with Mobei Jun’s. He suddenly nodded. “Die’s right, SanSan. Beat them up.”

#moshang #svsss #sel

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rowansparrow · 2 years

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Quite literally dying for the next WBiT update (even tho I know it’s the holidays and you deserve rest and comfort and all good things and this is in no way an admonishment by any means ur writing is just so fantastic that I am well and truly addicted to this story ok thank u for being amazing)

Omg no worries!! I’ve actually been working on something that was supposed to be a holiday gift to you all but alas, time has not been on my side. I’m hoping to finish it soon tho so maybe you all can have a nice Post-Holiday treat from me :,)

It may or may not be a sequel to Pretty Little Thing shhh don’t tell

But! In the meantime, I can offer you a little snippet of the next chapter, since I do not want you to quite literally die.

“We went to Gyatta.” Fives continued delicately, his voice gentle. “We saw –.”

“I said I don’t wish to discuss it.” She snapped again, sharp teeth flashing for a moment as her big ears flattened against her skull.

“Alright, okay.” Fives backed off at once, his voice still soft and kind. “That’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it.” He changed the subject. “Why don’t you help me fly this thing, yeah? Your Buir got a name for her?”

“The Cordillera.” Ju’Lah replied. “Named for the mountains of Vandor. He sometimes calls it the Cord.”

You jerked your head up slightly at the mention of mountains, and chuckled humorlessly under your breath. Of course.

“That’s pretty.” Fives hummed, and Ju’Lah crossed her arms.

“You’re being nice to me because you pity me.” She told him sharply. “Stop it.”

Fives’ kind expression dropped at once into muted annoyance, and he turned back to the viewport. “Believe me, none of this is pity, you little smartass. I’m still going to throw you out of an airlock the first chance I get.” He replied.

Ju’Lah almost smiled. “Much better.”

She guided Fives through the Cordillera’s controls, letting Fives pilot the ship into the atmosphere and eventually into hyperspace.

“Are you hurt?” You asked softly, looking Ju’Lah over thought you didn’t dare make a move to touch the child yet. “You were injured, when Fives found you.”

“I’ll manage.” She said quietly, though she hesitated slightly before her response. “I’ll heal faster once I rest. I’m afraid most of my strength was spent fighting the flames and – and healing my Buir.”

“Why do you call him that?” Fives asked, then backtracked. “If I can ask.”

“Because that is what he is to me.” Ju’Lah replied smoothly, but her voice faltered. “Or… was.”

The cockpit fell silent for a moment, and Fives spoke up again.

“Did you learn Mando’a? Or did he teach you?”

“He taught me.” Ju’Lah said proudly. “I’m a fast learner. We – we typically speak in Cymruun, or the Gar-Tongue, I suppose is what you’d call it, but – but he called me Lah’ika. And taught me some things.”

Fives smiled, leaning back slightly in the pilot’s seat. “Aliit ori'shya tal'din.” He glanced over at her. “Did he teach you that one, kid?”

Ju’Lah frowned, the tips of her ears twitching. “Family… blood?” She tried, recognizing a few of the words.

“Family is more than blood.” Fives translated for her, filling in the gaps as he tilted his head over to her for a beat. “If he’s your Buir, then he’s your Buir. That doesn’t go away.”

Ju’Lah’s expression shifted into something you couldn’t quite place, but the look was gone in a flash and instead, the child turned her head away, crossing her arms. “I told you to stop being nice to me.” She snapped at him. “It’s annoying. I’m not your friend.”

“Oh, I know.” Fives replied, turning back to the viewport. “I’m not your friend either. But I think I’m your honorary Ba’vodu, whether you like it or not.”

Ju’Lah wrinkled her nose, her ears flattening. “What’s that mean?”

Fives just grinned. “I’ll let you figure that one out on your own, squirt.”

Tagging a few moots who may want to see a sneak peek: @literallydontlook @canesjedi31 @djarrex @baba-fett @bobafettuccini @gotomarvelgal @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life @dar-manda-rjct

#Why yes I did in fact name the Garbak language Cymruun after Welsh Cymraeg thank you for noticing #anons #asks #WBIT #What Blooms in Thunder #Ro writes

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mandalorianbrainweasel · 3 years

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Older Boba/That One Cadet?? I like that very much!! How about a first kiss? :3c

Thank you for prompting this because it made me look up his name. Jax! His name is Jax. I love him. I'm sorry for what I put him through in this.

They're like fifteen and this didn't go how I expected, they took over. As you'll see by the word count.

a taste of wasting time

T. Boba/Jax. 1580 words. Inspired by every summer camp I've been to, but the kids have actually been taught weapon etiquette which unfortunately includes the Bullying. Dumb teenagers, mean kids, Boba's potty mouth, survival training but fun, mushrooms, first kiss.

Boba likes the nights on Concord Dawn.

Staying back on Mandalore, in Sundari, is fine. That’s where most of his family is. Para and their riduure, Paz, Kix and Fox, Sati’bu, Ba’tat Arla, the Babas.

He loves his family and he doesn’t really feel a desire to be spending all his time in the Slave I for another couple years straight and he doesn’t really ever feel like spending more than a couple weeks up here with the Mereel side of the family.

And he’s not even here with them, right now. Out of all of the family members he’s stuck with right now, it’s Omega. Sure, a few of the counsellors for the training camp are clones, and more than a few of the other verd’ike are clones, but that doesn’t mean a lot. Most of the other clones that Boba even knew before Para’s quest were Alpha class or Commandos. A few others he’d seen, yeah, but no one is really family-family instead of clan-family.

He’s in a squad with two other clones and three kids from other clans. Omega is off with her squad, well away from Boba, and it’s funny how a training camp that they were both at is the only time in the last two years that he’s gotten space from his sister.

He pokes at the fire in front of him, mostly occupied with staring at the sky while his squadmates are off setting up camp. He got teased for being the spoiled one and how this was probably all he could do.

Omega would probably have tried to take their faces off with her teeth.

He’ll show them, later. This is their first night in the wilds and he’s a damn good shot and Be’baba has been running him through training almost every day since Ursa Wren dragged him to Mandalore. And that didn’t stop after he got his first beskar, like he knows some of the other clans do, leaving training to the Academy clubs and these training camps.

He doesn’t know about what the other clones will have been used to since leaving Kamino, but he knows he’s been shooting and camping long before they ever got to.

“Oh, hey, you got the fire going,” one of the other clones in his squad says, dropping down beside him. It’s the one with the red tint to his hair—Jax—instead of the one who has her dark hair buzzed low—Vril, he thinks.

“What, think I couldn’t even manage this?” he asks, glancing at him derisively.

Jax shifts uncomfortably.

“You didn’t,” he realizes, furious.

“You like in a palace,” Jax points out.

“And you either live in a really nice apartment or on a clan compound,” he points out. “I learned how to start a survival fire when I was four. And I learned how to cook on a fire a couple years later when Buir decided I wasn’t going to fall into a soup pot.”

Jax snorts and covers his mouth before he breaks into giggles.

“Seriously, my squad last year wasn’t nearly as” mean “shitty.”

Jax at least ducks his head, ashamed.

“You do realize I live with my ori’vod, right? The Mand’alor? Do you really think they’d leave me defenceless and unable to take care of myself? We may be a family, but shit happens to everyone.”

“Hey,” Vril shouts, “Stop yelling at Jax.”

Boba and Jax both swivel their heads to her and Boba.

Well, Omega is preferable right now. Even if she might insight a feud over this. And she’s still a last ditch place to go. This area of Concord Dawn is pretty safe for someone wandering on their own.

He tosses the stick into the fire and heads out into the trees, strolling until he’s far enough they won’t hear him break into a run, angry tears prickling at his eyes. He wants the Lieutenants, and Para and Mij and Fordo and Ven’ti, and the Babas. He wants people who don’t want to see the worst in him. He remembers Korkie talking about this kind of thing, when Boba first started going to the Academy. Hell, he remembers stuff like this himself from his first months there.

He makes himself another fire when he comes to another clearing and has made sure none of the animal tracks around it are the kind of things that would bother him or be bothered by him. No tent, but he’s slept without a tent or a sleeping bag plenty of times.

Maybe an hour has passed when he hears more human-like footsteps, and he unholsters the blaster he brought—not one of Buir’s blasters, not for a few more years—and fires a warning shot.

The bolt of plasma sends a tree branch cracking down, and a clone yelps.

He doubts it’s Vril.

He sighs and reholsters the blaster. “I’m this way,” he calls, making another skewer of friendly-familiar mushrooms he’d found around here and setting it at the edge of the fire while he grabbed his own from where it had been roasting.

Jax steps through, rubbing his head. There’s a little scratch on his cheek that looks like it might bruise. “Hey. You...really got far out here. I don’t think I’d have gone this far.”

He shrugs. “I’ve always had to be kind of alone.” He peeks a mushroom off of the top of the skewer and pops it in his mouth.

Jax stares.

“There’s more,” he points out, motioning to the pile he’s made and the roasting skewer. “Wait for it to get brown, though.”

“Oh, uh. Okay.”

Again, Jax sits next to him.

“Sorry about, uh. All of that. I set her to rights about what we’d been talking about. The others, you know, they didn’t believe you?” Jax laughs hollowly. “They told me to come get you back because they’d get in trouble if you died out here, and Vril was too stubborn to come apologize.”

“I’m not going back until in the morning, then,” Boba decides, smiling as he eats another mushroom. “Let them sweat. I have my comm and I was going to ping our counsellor soon. Probably my ori’vod, too. Need to tell some member of the family, but if I tell my sister she’s liable to commit homicide. If not get her squad to join her.”

Jax laughs and finally it sounds like something that he’s letting himself be fully amused by.

Boba averts his eyes and goes back to munching, but he picks the skewer he set for Jax up as soon as it’s hitting the perfect shade and passes it to him.

Eventually, Jax eggs him into an actual conversation, and they chat about education modules—though Boba doesn’t mention his are for university classes. They give a report to the counsellor who agrees with Boba’s decision to let them get anxious with a kind of vicious smile that makes Boba wonder what happened last year. When the counsellor commends Jax for avoiding getting drawn in by bad influences, he really wonders.

But he doesn’t ask, not when Jax looks so beat up about it.

The next morning, after a night where they’d doze until an alarm warned them to check the fire, then doze some more again, they head back to their squad’s initial camp, after bagging up the rest of the mushrooms that they don’t eat for firstmeal.

When they get to the camp, they watch from the woods as the counsellors are scolding the rest of the squad about losing two members and how they’re going to have to send out a search party! Now why would those two have run off, hmm? Did this have anything in common with last year, hmm?

Jax finally has enough and Boba shrugs and starts whistling as they head into camp, the bag of mushrooms over his shoulder.

“Hey, Ordo, I got some of those mushrooms you like,” he tells the counsellor who had been in charge of his squad last year.

She grins, pushing the other young teens out of the way and going for them. “I don’t get how you always find these, Fett’ika! Seriously. I should never have told you they were my favorite, now you have bribery available.”

He sticks his tongue out at her.

“Anyways,” she adds, “We’re adding you two to Squad Beta. It’ll be fine.”

Boba raises an eyebrow. That squad is one from the above year. “If you say so.”

“Saxon’s in charge of them,” Ordo adds with a roll of her eyes.

“Oh, yes, then it will be fine,” he agrees.

Jax looks between the two of them. “Really?”

“Yeah, Aden’tra likes me best,” Boba says.

The rest of the camp goes fine, though Boba doesn’t find out what happened to the rest of his first squad of the year. They’re all packing up to leave when Jax takes him aside, then knocks him back into a tree and kisses him.

“I, uh, sorry. I hadn’t really said that. About the first night,” Jax says, looking down as Boba stares, shocked at him. “I, uh. Really like you. I’m sorry, if that was, uh!”

Boba kisses him this time, then grabs his comm and types in his code. “That’s me. You can ping me whenever.”

“Boba!” Aden’tra hollers. “Come on, Korkie promised to make the fritters if we get back before nightfall!”

He snorts. “I gotta go. Send me a message, okay?”

“Yeah,” Jax says, “Okay.”

#my fanfiction #prompt fill #star satin #Boba Fett #clone cadet jax #look they're very dumb #and I love them very much #after this Boba malfunctions and stops being smooth but that's after Jax can't see him

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peterxwade24 · 3 years

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Safety Found in Red Sleeves

Chapter 7

So, who’s ready for Gotham ft. Thana and friends? Also, Uncles Ed and John show up at the end so, look out for that.

Anyways...

Jason woke up early that next day, and he decided he was just going to have a little bit of a lie in. He smiled and pulled Damian closer, shushing him when he made a noise in protest. “I’m pretty sure the girls are going to join us in a little bit, and then Tim a little while after that.”

Just like he expected, Steph and Cass joined them in the bed not too long after he said it, and then Tim joined in a few minutes after the girls. The five of them laid in bed, everyone finding comfort in each other. No words were passed between the family, they didn’t feel the need to speak.

That’s where Dick and Wally, and their kids, found them about an hour later.

“Why weren’t we called to join the cuddle pile?” Dick pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, while Mar’i, Jay, and Iris ducked around their fathers and climbed into the bed. They, like Damian, chose a Wayne and clung to them. Mar’i clung to Tim, Iris clung to Steph and Jai clung to Cass.

“There’s a nine-year-old practically asleep on my chest. My phone is on my nightstand. None of them brought their phones to my bed.” Jason whispered and carded his fingers through Damian’s hair.

Dick shot a look at Wally, Wally simply shrugged as though to say “when in Rome” before he too got into the bed.

“C’mon Dickiebird. We don’t have anything to do today. We don’t start guiding or protecting them till tomorrow.” Jason’s words were slightly slurred in his comfortable state.

Dick huffed good-naturedly before climbing into the bed with his family and the Wests.

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Tim’s phone blared from the room he’d claimed, stirring the almost completely asleep cuddle pile into wakefulness.

Jason frowned and shifted Damian from his chest to Steph’s other side. “I’ll be right back. Imma go answer Timber’s phone.” Jason slowly got out of the bed, being careful to not displace the other kids, and quietly left the room. He made his way into Tim’s room, grabbed his phone off of the night stand, and, without looking at the caller ID, answered the phone. “Timothy Jackson Drake’s phone, Jason speaking.”

“Why do you have his phone?” Bruce’s irritated voice came over the line.

“Because Tim’s in my bed asleep with most of my family and he left his phone on the nightstand next to the bed he sleeps in.” Jason’s voice didn’t change despite a grin forming on his face. “If something’s gone wrong at Wayne Enterprises, then shouldn’t you as the CEO be stepping up to solve it? And not your seventeen year old son.”

“You have no-” Bruce growled.

“I have no what? Room to care about my little brother? Right to care that my brothers and sisters would perish in your care?” Jason’s tone took on a deadly edge. “I have killed for less. I have killed to keep my son safe. I am not above maiming in the defense of those I love.” Jason hung up the phone and put it back down on the nightstand with a weighted sigh. He turned and the only indication he was surprised by Cass’s appearance was a slight widening to his eyes. “Hey Cass.”

Cass simply walked towards her brother and let herself slump against his chest. She wrapped her arms around him in her own display of thanks.

Jason simply rubbed circles into the older girl’s back. “I will not let him hurt any of you ever again. Harvey and I will fight tooth and nail if we have to, he has already given up his parental rights to Damian. You and Steph and Tim are just as much my siblings as you are my kids, well, you not so much a kid but you know what I mean.”

Cass shook with silent laughter and nodded. She patted Jason’s back and pulled back. She flashed him a smile before pulling him back to the rest of the family.

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Jason smiled as Damian ran around the park with Mar’i, Jai and Iris. Damian hadn’t had many opportunities to open up to children his age, as there hadn’t been any in the league, and despite the fact that he was older than the other three the four of them got along fairly well. Jason watched as Dick fretted over the three younger kids, Wally stood beside him with a small affectionate grin on his face. Tim was riding a skateboard around the park, Bart keeping pace beside him. Cass sat with Kon while Steph, Cassie and Cissie chatted a few paces away from the other two.

Damian, Mar’i, Jai and Iris ran around the park, weaving around other patrons and laughing. Damian looked over his shoulder at the other three when he ran into someone.

“Are you okay? Oh I’m so sorry.” A girl, who was with the person Damian ran into, spoke with a French accent. She was significantly taller than her companion with long black hair, the bangs and tips of which were dyed purple, and copper coloured eyes. She fretted over both Damian and her friend, who Damian was finally taking in. Her friend was short, just a head or two taller than Damian, with blue eyes and short pink hair, part of which was pulled back into a spiky ponytail.

Damian nodded. “I’m fine.”

Mar’i, Jai and Iris, upon seeing Damian standing, turned and ran to get their fathers.

The taller girl nervously flicked her bangs out of her face before frowning. “Are you sure you’re okay? Alix doesn’t always look where she’s skating.”

The other girl, apparently named Alix, looked ready to comment when Dick and Wally approached.

“Are you okay Damian?” Dick’s tone was filled with concern while Wally hung back with the three other kids.

“I’m fine Uncle Dick.” Damian frowned, “where’s Baba?”

“He’s gathering the other three, then they’ll be over here.” Dick reassured his young brother/nephew.

Jason ran to his son and scooped him up. “Oh Kutlat Saghira. Are you okay?” He turned to look at the French teens and smiled. “Thank you for stopping to make sure he was fine.”

Alix’s eyes widened before nodding. “Yeah, uh, no problem.”

Juleka gave a shy smile and nodded. “It was the least we could do.”

-*-*-*

Thana stared at her friends, the three who had always had her back and the two newest additions to their ranks. She took a moment to thank Plagg and Tikki, without whom she may never have met her closest friends and allies. She took in her friends and the way that all of their outfits seemed to go together without being obnoxiously matchy-matchy.

Alix seemed to be vibrating in her shoes, which were custom made turtle shell patterned Heelys. She wore dark gray distressed jeans with a dark forest green racerback tank top. She had a black and red men’s flannel over her tank with a red beanie perched on the top of her head. She had a dark green turtle themed shoulder bag strapped across her back.

Nino, standing next to Alix, had similar shoes done in snake skin instead of turtle shell. He wore loose-fitting blue denim jeans with several snake related patches around the side seems, he had a gray collared shirt under a red sweatshirt. He had a black shoulder bag across his back, on the opposite side Alix’s was. He had his normal headphones around his head while he had a pair of black headphones atop his head.

Adrien wore black and white checkered vans with white socks. His pants were salmon with baby pink criss-crossing stripes covering them. He wore a baby pink sweater with a light gray fanny pack.

Chloé wore a layered yellow skirt with a pair of foxes chasing each other around her hem, her skirt was made up of a solid layer of yellow silk under two or three layers of tulle. She had a white crop top tank under a red knit cardigan. She had an orange coloured baguette purse at her side. She had black converse with black socks to finish off her outfit.

Kim wore a pair of black running shoes, with gray sweatpants and a white shirt. He had a red zippered hoodie on top of that. He had a tiny gray ox with a smaller black cat curled up on its back on the hem of his shirt.

Thana had a pair of black running shoes, with gray leggings and a white tank top. She had a red crop top hoodie made of the hoodie she’d received from Jason all those years ago with a few added panels. Her tank top had little depictions of the Vietnamese zodiac animals on her chest.

Alix smiled brighty. “So, Kiti, you’ll never guess who I ran into, almost literally, yesterday.”

Thana hummed in acknowledgement as she led the group to the elevator. “Who’d you run into Rùa?”

“Oh, just, your brother, his brother, and an assortment of children.” Alix grinned as Thana froze and turned to look at her.

“What?” Thana’s voice was almost too quiet to hear, prompting Kim to drape his arm across her shoulders while Nino settled his normal headphones around Thana’s neck.

Chloé stared at Adrien, her blue eyes seeming to stare into Adrien’s soul.

“Hey, Al, that maybe wasn’t the best thing to say when we’re trying to get to the lobby to go on a tour with the rest of our class.” Adrien attempted to gently tell her off, but it backfired.

“Whatever.” Alix slunk ahead of them into the elevator.

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Adrien looked at Alix forlornly as Alix chatted with Juleka. He knew he’d have to apologize eventually, he may have one fear as Monsieur Punaise (which was his partner) but he had two fears as Adrien Agreste, and they were disappointing his father and an angry Chloé Bourgeois. He shook his head and looked back at Chloé, who had a frown on her face as her eyes continued to scan the streets.

Nino fiddled with his phone as he kept pace a step behind Chloé but a step ahead of Thana and Kim. He looked to be fully absorbed in his phone but he was quick to pull Chloé away from the street a few moments before a car came whizzing past.

Their tour guide, a pleasant man who’d introduced himself as Richard, despite the fact that the bodyguard had snorted in response before neglecting to introduce himself, led them around Gotham. He pointed out all of the touristy destinations, while Thana mumbled what could be considered sad facts about each place.

Thana kept flicking her eyes to the bodyguard, there was only one Gothamite with the exact same build as their bodyguard with the same scars littering his cheeks and jaw. She was worrying the cuffs of her jacket sleeves when she heard the distinctive tap of her Uncle Ed’s cane. She whipped around to attempt to locate him, before seeing him and his tacky suit and her Uncle John and his equally as tacky suit approaching from behind Kim. She broke away from the group, causing the rest of her class (as well as the tour guide and bodyguard) to turn to stare at her as she threw herself into her Uncle Ed’s arms.

“Little Hood. It’s good to see you.” Her Uncle Ed held her close while Uncle John finally reached the duo.

“Hey Mini Todd.” Her Uncle John ruffled her hair before settling an arm around Ed’s shoulders.

The three reunited for a moment under the watchful eyes of the class’ bodyguard, Thana’s friends, and Marinette’s class. Kim pulled out his phone to take a picture to send to his Mẹ, because she had asked for any updates on Thana’s family situation. Nino took a picture to send to Thana, because he knew she’d want to have photographic evidence of when she reunited with her two of her uncles.

“I missed you two so much.” Thana whispered into Ed’s neck while John settled his hand on the back of Thana’s head.

“We missed you too.” John assured their niece, he knew that she’d had doubts about whether or not they had actually missed her as much as she’d missed them, and he hated her father for giving her that complex every day.

Lila let out a blood-curdling scream before appearing to tremble as she pointed at the trio. “Marinette is hugging The Riddler and Scarecrow!” Lila then proceeded to pretend to faint, luckily for her Alya was right there to catch her, unluckily for her everyone else was focused on their classmate and that fact that she appeared to have tears streaming down her cheeks.

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#maribat #ml crossover #mlb crossover #ml x dc #mlb x dc #Safety Found in Red Sleeves #SFIRS

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burnsopale · 3 years

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So back in August I ensconced myself in a cabin on a mountain to do some writing, and I decided to do a take on the classic “Volkov returns from prison”-scenario.

I got five chapters and 35 000 words in and I will never ever finish it because I have no dicipline. So I figured I could at least share some of the readable bits with you.

Working title: Ashen Characters in this clip: BBA, Russian boys, PPB, mention of the Euro-team Setting: 7 years after season one, Russia, a beyblade park in the evening Summary: Volkov has escaped from prison, attacked PPB headquarters and taken back Black Dranzer. The Russian boys have been living with the PPB, and were used and hurt in the attack. Yuriy left with Volkov for unknown reasons. Daitenji Kogoro has gathered the troops and sent them to Russia to find out what Volkov is up to. Meanwhile, Kai’s grandfather is on his deathbed, and Kai is struggling to deal with it.

The crowd swelled, until there was no way that Takao was going to get any kind of private conversation with his friends. He gave up on the notion for the present, and threw himself into matches. He played the kids who wanted to, holding back as much as he could and leaving Seiryuu simmering in the blade, but eventually they called for a match between Takao and Kai.

Takao loved blading against Kai; somehow, he could never do less than his best against Dranzer, but when Kai now took his place on the other side of the small, grounded dish, something felt off to Takao. Kai looked dull, like he was going to the dentist and just had to get it over with. He fitted Dranzer into the shooter with a look like he was miles away.

“Hey,” Takao said, having to raise his voice a little to get past the crowd. “Are you there?”

Kai looked up, a little surprised. “What sort of trash talk is that? Are you there?”

“Just checking. I’ll be in your care.”

“You’ll be under my heel,” Kai said darkly, and now Takao knew something was wrong, but a beybattle had always been Takao’s way to get through to people, so he just bent his knees and raised Dragoon in front of him.

“Tri, dva, odin! Idi strelyay!”

Out of the corner of his eye, Takao saw Emily startle, but he’d have to wonder about that some other time because Seiryuu would not be contained any longer and came out roaring.

Dranzer took Dragoon’s attack head on. Seiryuu bent over it like he was confused as to why Suzaku wasn’t joining him. For the longest moment, Kai just stood there, while Takao watched in disbelief.

Then, as if he was lifting a great weight, Kai breathed in and cried, “Suzaku!”

Even the vermillion bird herself didn’t so much soar out of the bit chip as climb laboriously out. Seiryuu hissed, offended by this poor showing, and the battle was over in less than a minute.

Kai picked up Dranzer and went to stand next to Boris and Kyouju without even commenting on the results. The audience was, thankfully, satisfied, but Takao was not.

He played Eddie and got a much better match out of him; Trypio was one of those tricky blades that you needed strategy and forward thinking to beat.

Afterwards he got a chance to say two words to Emily about Kai.

“He is going through a tough time,” she said.

“Yeah, but he doesn’t usually let it hurt his blading.”

“He can’t still be grumpy about the finals?” she wondered.

Takao shook his head. “Nah, he agreed Ralf deserved that one.”

Emily nodded, biting her lip in pleasure as she thought back. “Ralf was incredible. It was a team win, but he had the best individual result. The data output was like a laden buffet table.”

“Ooh, buffet! ... Did he lose at all?” Takao didn’t think he had, but he hadn’t been able to catch every battle.

“Hmm. Rai came close; lightning is good against such massive holy beasts, and it was close for Kai too of course, but no one can quite top the sheer mastery Ralf has over Griffolyon.”

“It’s not mastery; it’s teamwork,” Takao insisted, frowning.

“Call it synergy, then,” she said, shrugging. “Ralf knows his business, that’s all I’m saying. They all do, those European bladers.” She chuckled. “You know, Ivan calls them Earthquaker, Wingshaker and Heartbreaker, from back before he learned their names.”

Takao matched the nicknames to their right bladers in his head. “... What does he call Johnny?”

“The hedgehog.”

“What about you?” he asked, nodding to the dish where Max was getting ready to battle Steve. “Are you going to play?”

She shook her head, a look of pain crossing her sharp features. “Trygator is ... missing. He was taken in the attack. Volkov has it.”

For a moment, Takao found nothing to say. Inside he was boiling. “We’ll get him back, Emily,” he vowed, clenching his fist. “I swear it.”

She smiled a dangerous smile, not unlike a crocodile’s. “Yes, we will.”

Eventually the group detangled themselves from the crowd and began to journey home. The world was growing dark, but the sky was still pale above. Long stretched of road lay without light, which came in handy when they had to escape from a few fans who apparently wanted to know where they were staying.

They stopped on the lawn outside the hotel where Emily and company were staying, and Takao finally got to ask his question.

“What happened?”

The others looked at each other, except Boris who looked down, and Kai, who now said a brief goodnight, reminded them where to meet in the morning, and walked away. Max made a soft sound, but didn’t try to stop him. Kyouju seemed torn between not wanting to pry and dying to know.

Emily made it easier by briefly telling them of her encounter with Peter Trotty. “Turns out his real name is Trotsky. He’s one of three Borg spies that have been undercover in the PPB for years. Or rather, one of the three we’ve found so far.”

“What did he mean by that thing he said? Baba who?”

The Russian boys shifted their feet. Sergei’s lips pulled back from his teeth in a silent snarl.

Kyouju could, as usual, not help doing a bit of teaching. “Baba Yaga is the name of a witch in Russian fairy tales. She is an old woman who rides through the woods on a mortar, and lives in a house that stands on four chicken legs.”

“Chicken legs?” Max echoed doubtfully.

“She is sometimes an enemy, but can also help the hero or heroine, if they do the tasks she sets them.”

“In this case,” Sergei said, “she is a real woman. She was in the abbey. She trained us, Ivan and me, and sometimes Yuriy.”

“Don’t ask about her,” Ivan said, putting his hands over his ears. “I hear the creaking in my head all the time. I thought I was rid of it. I thought it was over!”

“She is dead,” Sergei said with conviction. It sounded like something he needed to believe. “She was old when I came to the abbey; she must be dead. But they had her voice on a tape recorder and ... it’s hard to disobey.”

“Fuck her!” Ivan exclaimed, and then grew suddenly pale as if he had said something dangerous. “No more,” he said, more lowly. “She’s a fairy tale now. Only fit for scaring children.”

For a while they stood in silence, and then Kyouju asked the other question, the one that had been hanging over them all day. “Why did Yuriy go?”

“Because he’s an idiot!” Boris said, holding up clawed hands like he would like to wrap them around Yuriy’s throat. He turned away and roared behind his teeth up at the darkening sky. “He’s a stupid mudak! Fuck!” He kicked a turf of grass so dirt sprayed up. “Fuck, fuck fuck!”

They watched him stomp repeatedly on the uprooted bit of turf, and then move on to a flower that was unlucky enough to stand nearby.

“What Borya said,” Sergei agreed.

“But we’re to blame too,” Eddie added, pulling his jeans jacket around himself like he was cold. “We thought we were doing a good job making them feel at home.”

“We thought Michael was taking care of Yuriy,” Steve said, stern with himself. “But Michael and Yuriy are nothing alike. It didn’t work out.”

“And we didn’t notice,” Eddie finished.

“Don’t talk like that,” Ivan hissed. “Like we were your homework!”

“But you were,” Emily said in her factual, merciless way. “At first. Then you became our friends. Now you are ours, whether you like it or not. You won’t rest until Yuriy is liberated, but neither will we. He’s coming back home with us.”

“We’re with you too,” Max said quickly.

Takao and Kyouju nodded determinedly.

“The first step is to figure out where Volkov is and what he is planning,” Kyouju said.

“And that means getting to bed, so we are ready for tomorrow,” Emily added. “Come on, boys. I promised Judy I’d tuck you all in by ... well not this hour, but she doesn’t need to know that.”

Takao, Max and Kyouju watched them go, Sergei grabbing Boris by the lapel and pulling him away from the flowers he was chewing up. Then they turned and headed for their own hotel and their beds.

“What do you think we’ll find tomorrow?” Max wondered.

“We’re going back to the abbey,” Takao answered. “We could find anything.” A feeling of foreboding was growing in his stomach.

Takao surprised everyone by being the first to get up that morning. He was too keyed up to sleep any longer. He was digging into his second round of breakfast when the others arrived, but politely stuck around to keep them company until they too were finished. It gave him time for round three anyway.

“You’d think I don’t feed you,” Dad said as he brought his plate to the table.

“You’d think Grandpa doesn’t feed you,” Takao retorted, looking at the mountain of food on his dad’s plate.

Kyouju sipped his tea, two slices of toast with honey lying neatly on a plate in front of him. “Like father like son, I suppose.”

“They snore like father and son too,” Max said, yawning as he took a seat between Kyouju and Kai.

Kai smiled. He had his own room.

Their friends arrived from the other hotel a little before ten o’clock, and at ten precisely, two large black cars came to a halt in front of the hotel doors. A huge man stepped out of the first car. He had bushy moustaches and bushy eyebrows, and a great big belly, and he wore shorts, sneakers and a yellow Hawaii shirt that looked deeply out of place in the middle of the city. He shook hands with Takao’s dad, and with Kai and Emily.

“Hello hello, everywan,” he said, sounding exactly as jolly as you’d expect, like a big Russian santa. “My name is Gregor Gregorovitsj. You can call me Gregor. I will be your guide today. I understand that some of you will be coming with me to look at the papers and other inventory that we cleared out of the abbey, while some others of you,” He looked to Takao’s dad. “Want to go see the abbey for yourself.”

He looked at them expectantly. Then his eyes alighted on Sergei, and travelled to Boris, and down to Ivan.

“Oh.” He said. He scratched his head. “... They didn’t tell me why you wanted to go there. Why would you want to?”

“You haven’t heard about Vladimir Volkov escaping from prison?” Emily asked.

Gregor looked surprised, and then a little embarrassed. “To be honest, nobody tells me anything. I am only archivist, but I speak English, so they sent me. I have never been guide before.” He frowned. “But if that man has escaped ... hmm ... that explains some things. I may not be told anything, but I do hear things.” He frowned a little more. Kai cleared his throat, startling him out of his thoughts. “But we should get going! Okay, those who want to go to abbey go in the first car; the driver knows way, and someone will meet you there to show you around. Everyone else, in second car with me.”

“Who is going where?” Takao wondered. “I’m coming with you, Dad.”

“As am I,” Kai said.

“And me.” Boris took a step away from his own group towards theirs. “You won’t find anything without one of us going with you.”

Kai turned to him. “Then it should be Ivan or Sergei.”

“No,” Boris said simply. “It will be me.”

Emily pushed her glasses up and surveyed her troops. “Sergei is taking point on the textual evidence, and Steve and I read enough Russian to aid him. Daitenji Kogoro mentioned a warehouse with inventory, so Eddie and Ivan are going there.”

Kai rolled his eyes in disgust. “And how do we know you won’t have another episode?” he asked Boris bluntly. “You think going back to that place won’t trigger any memories?”

Boris lifted his head stubbornly. “There will not be an episode. I am going.”

“You are not safe,” Kai growled.

“Stop it!” Takao placed himself between them, facing Kai. “If Boris says he will be fine, then he will be.”

“Why?” Kai sneered. “Because you believe in him?”

“Because I trust him,” Takao answered.

Dad put a hand on Kai’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Kai; we’ll be together the whole time. If anything should happen, we can handle it, but I think Boris knows best if he will be alright or not.”

Kai shrugged off the hand. “I agree,” he spat. “I just also think he would lie about it.”

Emily, Eddie and Steve were looking on in confusion and shock, while Ivan and Sergei’s faces were growing dark.

Boris said something in Russian that was clearly an offer to throw hands, and Kai turned back to him like he absolutely meant to take that offer and go through Takao if he had to, until Max suddenly stepped in front of Kai and drove him backwards.

“That’s enough, Kai!”

Takao exhaled in relief as he saw Kai’s attention snap to Max with the irresistible awareness that Max always commanded of him.

“This isn’t about Boris,” Max said, putting his hands on his hips and leaning forward like he was at work and lecturing one of his kindergardeners. “It’s about you. If you don’t want to go to the abbey, then you don’t have to! But don’t take it out on Boris!”

Kai’s face got all red and pinched.

Max straightened up and exhaled. “Kai.” He shook his head. “I’ll come too, and like Kinomiya-san says, we’ll go together, and if you’re scared I can hold your hand and then it will be fine-”

“Just get in the car,” Kai said in a strangled voice and immediately followed his own advice.

“Guess I’m coming with you,” Max said, nodding to himself like he thought he had done a good job, and Takao thought so too.

Max had a way of diffusing – or confusing – Kai that sometimes came in handy.

Takao just wished they could get to the heart of the problem. This was not about the abbey, he didn’t think so, though it was about going together, and about being lonely even when you were surrounded by friends.

“Well,” Gregor said, swinging his hands back and forth by his sides. “That was awkward. Would you like to go now?”

Kyouju decided to go with Ivan and Eddie to the warehouse, and so the teams were agreed upon.

Takao didn’t know what Daitenji-san wanted them to find in that black stone labyrinth, but as they left the city centre and began to near the desolate edges where Volkov had picked up so many of Moscow’s orphaned and abandoned boys, his feeling of foreboding grew stronger. Something was waiting for them. Something they were not prepared for.

#Beyblade #Judin writes #Ashen #I wish I had dicipline #Anyway enjoy #KaiTakao #just a little bit

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fortheloveoffanfic · 4 years

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Midnight Musing

John Wick x reader (A/n- Another one of those things that i wrote but saved for when I had nothing else.)

Warnings- Some angst, but mostly fluff.

“A road need not be paved in gold to find treasures at its end.” -Alan Brennert

Y/n felt small in John's arms and he could feel the slow rise and fall of her chest, matching the soft sound of her even breathing. The flimsy silk of her nightgown, smooth and soft against his bare stomach and chest, felt almost as fragile as she did, and he could feel the warmth of her breath fanning his neck.

With the exception of a pale yellow glow washing the room through pulled curtains, their bedroom was dark as John sunk deeper into his thoughts. The stroke of midnight had long passed and Y/n had been asleep for no more than a couple hours. She had succumbed to slumber quicker than she usually did when they talked over the phone and John had reckoned that it could have been because he'd done quite a good job at wearing her out after she'd come home from work. Though, Y/n would always argue that she slept better when he shared the bed with her.

It had been nearly a month since they'd last done that; shared a bed. John had been gone on a job in Europe. He had estimated two weeks, but things had gone awry and he’d been forced to stay back until he could get it done. When it was finally over, John had taken the first flight back, intent on surprising his love. And surprise her he did. Y/n was pleasantly stunned, and extremely excited when she’d come home earlier that evening, only to find him in the backyard playing with Dog; haphazardly dropping her bags on the kitchen counter and running out through the open screen door only to leap into his ready arms.

"I missed you," is what she had mumbled, her face buried in the crook of his neck, holding onto him as if her life depended on it.

"I've missed you too princess," John had returned, only pulling away so he could lay a proper kiss on her lips. It had felt like ages since he'd had her lips on his, tasted the undertones of her favorite coffee creamer mixing with something uniquely Y/n, something that always felt so surreal and magical, that John could hardly believe that she was there.

He felt like that a lot. That was how he had been feeling that night too, laying in the dark, their roles reversed as he clung to her for fear life. It wasn't really that John had a hard time believing in Y/n's existence, not really, for a man like him could never be afforded such a singular though. No, it was that he couldn't, for the very life of him, fathom why, out of every man in the world, she'd picked him. What could she have seen in him to make her ignore the monster that resided within and love the lonely, at times broken, man beneath?

John’s eyes glazed over as his troubling thoughts consumed him. Y/n was the nicest person he knew; a kind heart and gentle touch that could still the quickest hearts and ease the worst pains, at least, to him. They had met on an off chance, it had been one of those days where John was reminded that he wasn’t really like everyone else, his life wasn’t normal and that he was a brutal killer walking among men. He had just left the Continental after returning from a job the night before and must have looked like the perfect contradiction; dressed impeccably in his usual suit though with cuts and bruises littering his face. The limp in his step had significantly slowed him and the soreness in his muscles was evident every time he shifted.

Y/n had been walking towards his direction, latte in hand, eyes glued to her phone, trying to solve some work problem or the other; she was a nurse practitioner, but John hadn’t known that yet. He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t really see her until they clumsily crashed into each other, her scalding hot coffee drenching his shirt. Y/n had apologized profusely, and John had done his best to reassure her that it was fine. She had even offered to pay for his dry cleaning, but he had politely declined.

That might have been the end of their interaction, until she saw the fresh cuts on his face, worry for a stranger tugging at her pretty features, eventually insisting that he come back to her place so she could make sure he was okay. John conveniently neglected to tell her that the hotel’s doctor had already done that and Y/n couldn’t didn’t even seem bothered that she was inviting a strange man into her apartment.

Three years after that day; Y/n had long moved out from her little apartment in the city and into John’s house, and by then John hardly ever needed the Continental's doctor, not when he had a trained professional waiting for him at home. Home. That was what Y/n had turned his house into; a home that they shared. Formerly plain walls were now lined with pictures they’d taken together on birthdays, anniversaries and vacations. Dresses, navy blue scrubs and other articles of women’s clothing had joined his things in the closet while Y/n had made it her mission to liven their backyard with happy little flowers of varying colors.

John was more than grateful, in fact, he’d often think that there wasn’t a word that was enough to encapsulate just how lucky he was to have Y/n. Even if he couldn’t fathom her reason for staying. How could someone so inherently good, optimistic and pure, love a man as jaded as him? Even after he had come clean about his life, expecting the bloodshed and shear horror of it all to scare her off, Y/n had stayed. Even after she’d seen him at his worst, broken down and frustrated when a target just slipped out of his grasp, she had assured him that it would be okay. Even when he showed up at her apartment, after just six months of dating, clutching his side, bleeding onto her floor, barely able to hold himself up, she had nursed him back to health.

John simply couldn’t get it.

He took lives, and Y/n saved them.

She was like an angel among them and he was the corruption that she let into her life.

John was so far gone that he hadn’t even realized that Y/n had stirred awake, until she called out to him softly, “John?” she whispered, she always whispered in the dark, even when it was just the two of them; she’d once told him that it was because the dark was so quite that speaking loudly might disturb it, “What are you doing up?”

“I, umm...” he trailed off, trying to look at her in the low light. By the grace of the moonlight, he could see that her hair was fanned out on the pillow, lone strands falling over her face, “I was just thinking.”

Y/n craned her head awkwardly, glancing at the alarm clock behind him, “At two am? I think there might be more convenient times for thinking Jonathan,” she teased, “Are you having trouble sleeping?” Her mood sobered when he didn’t quite laugh at her quip.

“I guess,” he shrugged, “It’s just.....” John hesitated, though, eventually asking her anyway, “Do you ever think about why you love me?”

“I...” Y/n hesitated, pushing herself up on her elbow, grazing the fingers of her free hand on John’s cheek. She couldn’t guess what had brought that on, or what he meant for that matter, but she could tell that something was bothering him. John was a man of very few words, even less so when they involved talking about his feelings, but she never needed vocalization to know that he was letting his thoughts get the better of him. It usually came out in the way he held her or looked at her, as if he was hoping she could make it better, soothe his mind the way she’d often heal his body. “What are you talking about?” Y/n furrowed her brows, brushing some of his hair behind his ear, letting her thumb slide over the apple of his cheek.

John dragged his lip through his teeth, seemingly thinking on it for a moment, “I mean, why are you with me? When you could be with someone who’s good, like you, someone who’s not a murderer and who’s job doesn’t put you in danger. How can you love me when I’m everything wrong in your life?”

Y/n stammered, her eyes going wide, her hand finally relaxing, cupping John’s cheek. Emotion tugged at her heart and Y/n worried on her lower lip. She hated that he’d think like that sometimes, like he didn’t deserve her, especially when Y/n knew that John deserved every bit of good in his life. He wasn’t just the Baba Yaga, the Boggyman or the man to fear, in fact, to Y/n, he wasn’t that at all. To her, he was John, the man who’s arms felt like the safest place on earth, the person who worried about her when he was away, risking his life, the love of her life and the man of her dreams. She hated the mere thought of John feeling less as if he was any than that.

Scooting closer, Y/n leaned forward to greet John’s lips with hers, “When are you gonna stop thinking like that, huh?” Even if only by pale light, John could see Y/n’s eyes questioning him, the glassiness of worry sparkling beneath.

Letting his large, work-worn hand skim Y/n’s side, settling in the dip of her waist, John, trying to dismiss her concern, teased; “When I pinch myself and realize that this was all a dream,” probably the best one he’d ever have.

Scoffing, Y/n pinched him on the bicep for purpose, smiling softly when John winced dramatically, “There, I pinched you for both of us; we’re both awake and you need to stop thinking about yourself like that,” Y/n sighed, her frown deepening, the ‘v’ between her brows prominent, “You’re not everything wrong in my life,” she quoted loosely, “In fact, John, you’re the best part of it. My favorite person, the man I love more than anything or anyone else in the world and the only man that I can imagine spending my life with. Why would I ever want to question that?”

“Because I’m-”

“You’re not a monster,” Y/n cut him off, tangling the tips of her fingers in his dark hair as she cupped his cheek, already remedying the bellying sea of worry in his mind. Her touch was cool and comforting, reminding John of the wonder that she was. “You’re a good man, who got dealt a shitty hand. But that doesn’t make you a bad person, and if it does,” she teared up, the words caught in her throat. Sniffling, Y/n continued, “Then I’d still take you over the best of men, because to me, there’s no one better. I wouldn’t trade a second of our time together, in fact, I’d give up anything to have more. John,” she breathed his name, smiling quietly, “You’re not what everyone says you are, what you think you are. You’re so much more than that, and I know sometimes you can’t see in yourself what I see in you, but I’m reminded of it everyday. I love you John. I love you because you’re strong and brave, because you’re determined and have a huge heart, and you’re over-protective sometimes, but it’s cute,” she giggled softly. “My point is you don’t need to be different for me to love you, and you’re not what’s wrong with my life. But you are the only thing that seems right sometimes, and I’m so grateful to have you.”

Blinking back tears that he hadn’t realized were there, John smiled, just enough for Y/n to notice. What did he ever do to deserve her and everything she gave him? John didn’t think he’d ever know. What he did know though, was that he was grateful too. So, so grateful to have an angel in disguise, loving him despite his flaws, to have someone that made letting go seem impossible. “Thank you, I love you,” he whispered, kissing Y/n again, his lips locking with hers in the sweet expression of their love.

“I love you too,” Y/n said against John’s lips, her body flush against his, his soft strands laced with her delicate fingers, his muscled arms keeping her close.

When they broke for air, Y/n’s forehead was pressed to John’s and they laid nose to nose, “Don’t ever leave me,” he pleaded a distinct urgency in his tone as John curled his stocky fingers in her silky tresses.

“Wouldn’t even dream of it,” Y/n reassured him, quick pecks supporting her words.

“Good,” John hummed. He knew that no matter what he though of himself, Y/n would always love him, but suddenly, he needed ultimate assurance. He wanted her to always be with him, always love him. He wanted to always love her too and make sure that she knew it. So, right there, without any prior plans and at two am when most of the rest of the street was sound asleep, blissfully unhampered by his turmoil and haplessly unaffected by her soothing grace, John blurted those two sealing words, not really as a question, more like a pleading statement, “Marry me.”

Without any hesitation, Y/n knew her answer, even if John’s request came seemingly out of no where. It was the same answer she’d have in any other instance. Giggling, Y/n hooked her leg around John’s waist, kissing him passionately, which arguably was an answer in itself. “I’d love to marry you,” she eventually murmured sweetly against his lips, when they had rolled over so Y/n was laying on top of him.

John held onto her tight, feeling her excited heartbeat against his own, her lips working perfectly in tandem with his. It was set, in words that were as sure as stone; Y/n would be his, forever, and he’d be hers.

As they kissed, the grey in his mind seemed to melt away, becoming a problem for another night. John would never know what he’d done to deserve Y/n, and maybe, he might never see the man that she saw, but he did know that as long as she was in his life, everything else was minute. His job was just a job. His pain was just pain. And it had all led him to Y/n, so really, it was worth it.

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Grab It Before It Passes

Chapter 10 of The Spring He Came Back | 10 of 12

What was she thinking? She was late to work because she slept in. And why did she sleep in? Because she and Hitsugaya talked until morning. Nice sabotaging your business, Hinamori. She arrived in front of her shop, breathless from her fast cycling, and she was greeted by a small line of her constant customers. When the morning storm died down, she started to prepare reserved bouquets despite feeling lightheaded. It was already lunch time when she finished all her orders and walk-ins.

The bell on the door rang again, and she stood up from the counter to meet her next customer. Maybe I’ll skip lunch today.

“Don’t skip lunch today.” Hitsugaya was yawning as he entered the shop. Hinamori was thankful he got rid of the glasses and kept his old hairstyle. He waved her closer and indicated the bento in his hands. “Sorry for keeping you up until morning.”

If there were other customers right now, I’m pretty sure his words will be taken out of context. Well, we were kind of intimate last night. Hinamori soothed the forming ache on her temples. He rushed to her side and cupped her face anxiously. “Are you okay Momo?”

“Oh, am I interrupting something?” a supplier came in at that inopportune moment, a crate of azaleas in their hands.

Before Hinamori could go to them, Hitsugaya bridged the distance in quick strides and took the crate. “No, is this all? Hinamori has a headache so please let me get this.”

“Ah, Dr. Hitsugaya.” The supplier recognized him and instantly became awed at meeting one of Soul Society’s prodigies. “Of course, of course. Uh, wait, Hinamori, you’re still set for farm visit?”

Trying to control her blush, Hinamori smiled at her supplier. “Yes. I’ll see you at 4. Thank you.” She followed them to the door and placed a lunch break sign. “Please don’t do that again when I’m at work.”

“I’m sorry. I acted on instinct.” Hitsugaya placed the bento boxes on a nearby table and the aroma escaping from the box ushered her closer.

It didn’t occur to her that she should dwell on his statement. She was hungry, and she needed caffeine. She devoured her food and answered Hitsugaya’s questions on flowers in between bites. “Aren’t you eating?” she asked while she took a large bite from a tempura.

“I also woke up late so I just went straight to my lunch meeting at the academy. Too bad I wasn’t able to buy you tea on the way here.” He stifled a yawn again.

Hinamori finished the last of her meal, and set aside the box. She checked the counter once more before she gestured him to stand and follow her. “Let’s drop by quickly at my favorite café.”

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“Black tea with an extra shot of black tea for Momo,” the owner, Yuki, called out. “And uh, iced americano for Hitsu-“

A visibly irked Hitsugaya took both cups from his hand. “Thank you. Now, Momo can we go?”

“Hey Yuki. Thanks again. You always have my back on tiring days.” Hinamori flashed him an apologetic smile which he shrugged off. He has a knowing gleam in his eyes, and he was obviously trying to send a message.

“What do you mean? You’re my favorite customer. Come again tomorrow?”

“You bet. I gotta go. It’s a busy day.” Hinamori was slowly getting annoyed by Hitsugaya’s impatient tapping on the counter. She didn’t know what set him off, but they rushed off from the café. “What’s wrong with you, Shirou?”

He walked along with her until they reached the flower shop. “I gotta go for another set of meetings. What time do you close?”

“I have to go by four. Now, please tell me what irritated you in that café because I needed my favorite drink and you’re making my headache worse.”

“He knows your favorite brew.” And with that, he shuffled away like his feet was on fire.

And now she too was pissed and exasperated by his childish behavior. Very Hitsugaya of him. “He is a barista. Isn’t he supposed to know what my preferred brew is?”

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She was mounting her bicycle when he came around. Surprisingly, he bought a bicycle of his own. “Sorry Shirou. I need to go to the flower farm.”

“Can I go with you? I’m also done with the meetings for today.” Recalling that he was not able to reserve a hotel and would most likely go back with her to the compound, she finally agreed.

They arrived at her supplier’s flower farm after a 30-minute ride. Hitsugaya seemed to give her space as he stayed behind with the welcoming staff and answered their questions about his life abroad. She went with her supplier and surveyed the next batch of flowers she would pick for the next batch of delivery. The Peruvian lilies were not ripe for picking as it was still very early in the spring as well as the dahlias. She eventually settled on tulips, gardenias, and daisies.

“Hinamori, can you check on my peonies and gerbera? We have a bad outbreak of thrips this time.”

“No problem. I’ll look around a little bit more.” It was a good thing she bought her sampling kit. She constructed a makeshift laboratory in her room a year after she became a florist where she studied common plant pests. She would provide her personal concoctions from natural ingredients to deter continued onset. Inorganic pesticides have more lasting side-effects on the flowers’ blooming time which would inevitably affect her sales.

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way.” They were shifting their feet nervously on the ground. “But are you and the professor together?”

Hinamori squatted down to the level of the flowers, checking the underside of the leaves for signs of the culprit. “No, we’re just friends.”

“He’s a really in-demand person with his recent re-appearance here in town, but he finds time for you.”

She proceeded to the next plot. There was a lot from her naked eye. “Maybe he’s just good at scheduling his tasks and it so happened that he’s relatively free today.” It was bad but not unmanageable.

“I heard he turned down speeches in museums and luncheons. Town gossip.”

Could they have been gossiping about their past? If he gets associated again with her and it backfires, what would she do? “It’s gossip so it’s not reliable either.”

The supplier was trying their best to get their point across. “I’m saying, he really looks out for you. It couldn’t be any more obvious, and it would do you good if you allow yourself to accept it.” Contented with what they said, the supplier retreated from her space and returned to the staff house.

She had a bad habit of repressing these discussions when she was occupied with something else, and would only recall them just as she was falling asleep. She pushed it at the back of her mind until she wrapped up with sampling. Finally done, she saw Hitsugaya in the middle of the azalea field. She quickly made a flower crown from the discarded flowers and went to him.

Quietly sneaking behind him, she successfully landed the crown of yellow, orange, and red daisies on his immaculate silver hair. She chuckled at the bright contrast. “Pretty boy.”

“Come here then.” He grabbed her hand and slid a bracelet of white azaleas on her wrist. He also added a small circle of twine with a lone flower on her ring finger. “Pretty girl.”

It couldn’t be any more obvious. Again, she pushed this memory at the back of her mind.

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She was losing sleep for two days in a row. Baba accidentally destroyed the heater in Hinamori’s room, and in Hitsugaya’s room so they huddled together in her room. Baba was quite happy with the arrangement, but Hinamori was not. Not when her futon was beside Hitsugaya instead of Baba being in the middle. It also didn’t help that he would always turn in his sleep and reach out for her hand. She would be there lying, her hand warm in his, his sleeping face in front of hers, and her heart beating out of control.

Trying to have some semblance of normality in her life, she stopped seeing him for lunch, making up excuses that she was busy with accounting and meeting suppliers. But he dropped her off those two mornings, earning interested glances from her customers and showed up a few minutes before she closed shop. Hitsugaya showed up again, bringing cookies this time and her favorite brew in ice. He was spending an awful lot of time in her favorite café. “Yuki makes the best americano and the best oat cookies,” he said as he munched on one.

“Thanks, I need a sugar rush.” Hinamori was tired, she didn’t think much of it when she leaned in and took a bite directly from a cookie still in his hand. As any other moments recently, it was also the exact time when Rukia, Renji, and Rangiku entered the shop.

“Looks like you didn’t need our help at all, Professor,” Rangiku jeered.

And like any other moments recently, both of them would burst into intense redness. The 3Rs bought cakes for sharing and some wine. Rukia and Renji were full-time faculty in the academy and were officially together. They were set to be wed this year, but the two were still finalizing how they would break the news of wedding bells to Byakuya. Rangiku, on the other hand, became a freelance educator for the poor and disadvantaged in nearby towns. She was also recognized as an affiliate professor of the academy. Her work allowed her to reconnect again with her childhood friend, Gin. Hinamori was yet to meet the guy, but she guessed they were probably in the dating stage already. They were lucky – to have found friendship and love and have these requited.

Stop thinking about IT, Momo, she told herself.

“Hey, Momo, you’re up for a beach trip?” Renji asked. “It’s your day-off tomorrow, right?”

“I really can’t. I have to take care of Baba.” She hoped to sit out this one because these rumbling emotions were becoming too much for her to bear in silence.

“This one’s on you, Hitsugaya. Good luck.” Their friends snickered on the bet that he can persuade Hinamori to go.

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For some reason, she cannot say no to him. Nor Baba. Her grandmother was left in care of two of the best medical staff and a neighbor who will send text messages to Hinamori and Hitsugaya every hour. Since she traveled an hour by train and was already here, she might as well enjoy it.

It somehow escaped her mind that she couldn’t swim so she stayed on the beach, perfectly fine in a summer dress and a slice of watermelon to cool off the heat. When she saw Hitsugaya running headfirst towards the water with his abs on full display, she almost choked on her fruit.

He really grew up. He’s not shorter than me anymore, and he has muscles. Why does he have abs? Hinamori was at the end of her wits, and the watermelon was not helping cool her down. She retreated to their space and laid down under the shade of the large umbrella. Maybe I should sleep my time away.

After a few minutes, she heard him calling her name. Acting asleep, she actively ignored him. “Momo, are you okay?” His figure loomed before her, the abs directly in her view. She fluttered her eyes open and gave the most annoyed look she could at the dripping Hitsugaya. “Sunblock please, Momo?”

“I’m trying to sleep here!” She huffed indignantly and pulled out her reef-safe sunblock, squeezed out a rather large amount and slapped it on his cheeks.

“You weren’t sleeping. You were pretending.”

“Shut up, I’m applying some protection on your face. Also you’re an idiot because why would you run to the waters first?” She held his chin on her hands and gently lathered the rest of the sunblock on his face. “Okay, you’re good to go.”

“I can stay for a few seconds. Doesn’t this take a minute to set?” His eyes were never left her face. What was this atmosphere?!

“Go get a room,” Rangiku shouted from the water. “I’m getting lonely in here.”

“Don’t get the wrong idea!” Hitsugaya shouted back to Rangiku. “Sorry about that Momo. I’ll leave you alone.”

What did just happen? Is this what they call flirting? Hinamori was truly exasperated so she set out on a walk by the beach. After a few minutes, Rukia joined her pace. Like her, Rukia didn’t know how to swim.

“It’s pretty confusing, huh?” was her first statement.

“Why is everyone talking as if they have the same topic in mind and I’m out of the loop. Am I missing something here?”

“Momo, you’re dissociating again.” She patted her back and smelled in the breeze. “It’s all out in the open and you just have to step forward and grab it.”

“Can you all stop talking in abstract?” Hinamori pleaded, tired from discerning and reading between the lines.

“From someone who noticed it only later in life, notice it now. We’ve seen it coming, but it’s different if you finally realize it. Grab it now before it passes.”

It was a fairly normal beach trip with lots of card games and a watermelon eating contest between Hitsugaya and Renji. By landslide, the watermelon master Hitsugaya Toushirou won. They ended the trip with sparklers, and Rangiku said they have to make a wish before they ran out. In her mind, she only wished for one thing. It was the one thing she should have said aloud when they were kids and when he left ten years ago. On the trip back home, they sat beside each other.

“What did you wish for?” Hitsugaya asked. His cheeks were flushed red from the sun.

She looked at him straight in the eye and said her wish aloud. “For you to stay.”

It has become a habit, him reaching out to touch her hand and her allowing his fingers to wound through hers. “You’re trembling.”

“Don’t go.”

He kept their wound hands inside his jacket’s pocket in an effort to keep her warm, mistaking her confrontation with her feelings with the remnants of winter. “Thank you, Momo.”

NEXT CHAPTER | 11 OF 12 | INTO THE WONDERFUL UNKNOWN

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