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Dear Daisy 4

Daisy's buttering up toast for Harry's late breakfast, radio playing the news through static speakers when the dreaded words are spoken. It's Chamberlain's address, the one they've been waiting for for a couple months now, but that doesn't mean she's at all prepared to hear the news.

"... consequently this country is at war with Germany."

She freezes, looking up at Harry with wide eyes. He's dropped the newspaper he was reading, the paper now laying in a heap on the table, but he looks unfazed. Picking at his bottom lip, brows furrowed, it appears as if he'd been expecting the declaration. Maybe he did know it was coming. After all, he's got good connections with government officials and media personnel.

They're both silent as the Prime Minister finishes his speech, claiming that Hitler is a threat to peace in all countries and needs to be stopped. He says that he expects the people of Britain to cooperate with courage, and that they're unwavering faith is what will restore peace in Europe. It's always about peace.

Harry doesn't speak until the radio has returned to regular news broadcast, notifying everyone of the weather conditions for the next week. "S'about time I suppose, that fucker's been walking on thin ice for awhile."

His nonchalance is calming, enough to have her finishing up his breakfast and carrying the plate over to him. He thanks her quietly, and she retreats back to the kitchen for her cup of her tea. She ate this morning while Harry was still sleeping in. She sits in her usual seat across from him, heart thumping. A war? She was barely a baby during the Great War, not even as old as Kitty, and she can't recall what it was like at all. But war is no good, it's scary. It's death and blood and separation of families.

"Are you going to have to fight?"

Harry looks up at her, a bite of sausage halfway between his mouth and plate, obviously caught off guard by the question. She mumbles an apology, eyes dropping to the table top as he finishes his bite.

"Suppose so. S'only a matter of time before they announce men over 18 must sign up." Once again he speaks as if it's no big deal, as if packing up and strapping a gun to his back to go kill Germans is just an average day-to-day activity.

"And if they don't? If they only call for volunteers?"

This time Harry doesn't look up, eyes still floating over the newspaper. "Then I'll volunteer." He takes another bite of food, chewing slowly. Daisy sips her tea, hand trembling pathetically. She doesn't know why she's so nervous. They've won a war before, crushed Germany into smithereens that left it in a depression worse than theirs. Maybe it's because this time she's aware of the war. Or because she knows Harry will be going to fight.

"You're acting like this is nothing more than a business meeting with competition."

Harry shrugs, flipping the paper to the next page. "My father fought in the war to keep my mum and sister safe, and I'll proudly do the same for them..."his eyes briefly flicker up to her, piercing over the edge of the paper before he hides behind it again, "and you."

Daisy's whole body rushes with heat, butterflies swarming her chest and she stutters on her breath as she tries to find a response. As her fiance it's sort of his privellage (and curse) to protect to her, but he almost sounds proud to offer himself up for her, and that's not really something she'd expect from an arranged marriage. Shouldn't he feel like he's being forced to fight for her just as he's being forced to marry her?

"T-that's..." she says quietly, throat tightening when he actually looks at her this time. He looks apprehensive, perhaps embarrassed by what he said, and it makes her heart beat even faster. He's being vulnerable with her. Just a tiny bit, but still. He's showing her a part of him, one she didn't know existed. She thought he was just prideful and rude, but there's something more. Not a lot of people could look upon an incoming war with their chin up and chest out, but Harry doesn't it easily. "That's really brave." She finally finishes, and for the first time in her life, his arrogance pleases her.

The only wedding shop in town is a small one, only holding a couple dressing rooms and few racks of dresses. Daisy always dreamed of having a wedding with lots of flowers, maybe in one of the nicer parks or her parents backyard. She never put a lot of thought into it, but she did know that she for sure wanted it outdoors and she wants to pick the flowers. Which leaves her a bit unprepared for picking a wedding dress.

They're all beautiful, silky and pearl white, some with lace and others without, but that's it. They're all plain and simple, nothing to make them pop even just the slightest bit. Her depleted mood at seeing yet another gown just like the others goes unnoticed, at least by her mother and Anne, who are both pulling out dresses and veils and garters by the handful. Harry's trailing behind her, a glass of champagne held delicately in his left hand as he halfheartedly watches the girls browse through the racks. Gemma is flipping through a book of some sort, most likely one filled with more dress ideas, so she's not too surprised that her pout is overlooked. At least she thinks it is, until Harry lays a soft hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her back from the dull gown she was practically glaring at.

"If you don't find one you love, don't get one at all." he says firmly, and if this were a week ago she'd probably scowl at the roughness in his tone.

She tears her eyes away from the dress, looking up at him with disappointed eyes. "But I have to find one. I can't just wear normal clothes to this-"

"Shush," he interrupts, taking a sip of his drink. She can't help but notice how pretty his pink lips look when they're stained with gold-hued drink. "you'll get a dress but I don't want you wasting money on one you'll hate. We can talk to the dress maker, see what she can cook up for you."

His thoughtfulness is sweet, even if it's a little shocking. She supposes he doesn't want her looking too miserable walking down the aisle, but with the way things are unfolding, he shouldn't worry. It seems the more time Daisy spends around him, the more she has to fight off excitement at the thought of being with him forever. She tells herself it's just the business side of it, despite his attitude, he's a dream husband. Handsome, a little rugged but somehow still beautiful, and he'll always be able to provide food and a home, and he's not too mean about her hobbies and likes. Maybe she's fooling herself, but it's easier for her to do that. She can't imagine how embarrassing I'd be to tell Harry that she may actually like him just to have him laugh or make a comment about that "not being part of the deal."

"You don't cook up a dress Harry." She teases, tone light despite the very heavy pounding of her heart. He scoffs, muttering something that sounds like "Lord help me," before bringing his glass up for another lengthy drink. Daisy can't help but giggle quietly, eyes widening when Harry looks at her with a raised eyebrow and pursed lips.

"I wasn't laughing." She immediately denies, blushing when a chuckle rumbles through his chest. He nods his head towards his sister, ignoring her nervous gaze.

"Go find a style of dress you like before you drive me mad."

Daisy doesn't need to be told twice. She scurries around him, crossing the aisle and approaching Gemma. The elder Styles sibling looks up when she senses company, smiling kindly.

"No luck?" She asks, frowning when Daisy shakes her head.

"Harry told me to look through the book to find a style I like."

Gemma quickly flips to a page near the front before handing Daisy the book. It's a page of different sketches, all showing the basic outline of styles. "I figured since you couldn't find anything you could just pick an outline and build from there."

Daisy smiles, realizing that Gemma and Harry think alike. She looks over the designs, not really enjoying the ones pictured. She supposes the princess cut is nice, but still too plain. How is she supposed to look ethereal in that? It won't take anyone's breath away, won't make them all stare in awe, and probably won't even impress Harry.

"There's more on the next page." Gemma tells her, picking up on her pout. Another similarity between her and Harry. Daisy's chest tightens, realizing that she's actually starting to get to know Harry, enough to pick out habits he shares with his sister. Ignoring the fluttering inside her, she flips to the other page. Immediately, her breath is taken away.

A beautiful drawing of flowing gown, layers of fabric fluffing out at the legs while the top is still on the tighter side of things. It's perfect, and it'll be even more amazing if she can get one with a train in the back. Daisy's eyes fall on the name of the style: Basque.

"This ones wonderful." She says quietly to Gemma, biting her lip in excitement as she shows her the page. Gemma's smile widens, nodding happily.

"Oh thank goodness," she breathes with relief, "I loved that one too but I didn't want to pressure you or anything."

Daisy peeks up at Harry, cheeks warming when she sees him instructing their mother's to put the gowns back. Even when Anne gives him that motherly glare, the one that says 'I know best!' Harry still shoos her away.

"There were no dresses here like this." Daisy says sadly, returning her gaze to Gemma. Ever the Styles, she takes Daisy's hand and pulls her towards the counter where Mrs. Fields is organizing dresses for pick-up.

"Excuse me," Gemma calls to her, holding a hand out for the book. Daisy easily hands it over. "my sister-in-law really likes this style of dress but we've yet to find one in the store. Do you have any in the back?"

Mrs. Fields adjusts her glasses on her nose, looking at the page being displayed to her. "Oh a basque gown! We only have a few simple ones, but of course we can make adjustments and add the details you like."

Daisy's smile grows, excited that she's found a dress she'll actually love. Seeing her beaming smile, Gemma nods. "Could we perhaps try one on?"

Mrs. Fields nods, hurrying through the door into the back. The sound of hangers scraping on rods fills the air, and Daisy smiles gratefully at Gemma. "Thank you, I appreciate you helping me."

Gemma smiles bashfully, waving off the compliment. "I would never leave you to pick out a dress with Harold. He's so impatient and grumpy when it comes to things like this. And he's got terrible taste."

They both giggle at that, y/n thinking of the numerous articles of clothing she's seen him in. Maybe it's just because he's so handsome he pulls everything off, but she can't think of an outfit of his that she doesn't like. Shyly, she shrugs. "I like his style."

Mrs. Fields is back before Gemma can respond, but her smirk still makes Daisy blush. "Here we are!" Mrs. Fields lays out three dresses on the counter, smiling brightly. "These are what we've got. Try them all on and let me know which one you like best, and what you'd like added or changed!"

Gemma thanks her again, her and Daisy grabbing the three dresses and heading towards the dressing rooms. Harry spots them, brow furrowing when he sees her carrying a dress. "What did ya find?"

"A dress," Daisy says cutely, hugging the fabric closer to her body. "m'gonna try them on, and then let Mrs. Fields know how I feel."

Anne and Meredith perk up at that, rushing over to look at the gowns. Gemma brushes them off, telling them to wait for the dressing room. Harry observes Daisy for a moment, searching her face as if he's looking for a falter in her excitement or a hint that she's lying. When he finds none, he nods. "Then let's go."

"Oh no mister!" Anne exclaims, stepping in front of Harry before he can move to the changing room. "You're the groom! Have some manners and wait out here."

Harry's huffs, looking over his shoulder at Daisy for help, but she's not going to say anything to go against Anne. She really doesn't want her mother-in-law thinking she's disrespectful. Seeing her hesitant gaze, Harry grumbles under his breath and moves to sit on the chairs lined up by the door.

Gemma teasingly winks at her brother as she enters the room, Meredith ushering Daisy in before her and Anne follow. Gemma hangs the three dresses behind the changing screen, then takes a seat on the bench with the mothers. Daisy disappears behind the light blue screen, unbuttoning her top and shimmying out of her skirt. The first dress is pearl white and made of silk, with sleeves of lace. It's pretty but Daisy doesn't really want sleeves so she moves to the next one.

Funnily, it's a daisy white, made of charmeuse with layers of tulle on the skirt making it flow out elegantly. The back drops a little lower than the front, making a small but cute train. Biting her lip, Daisy slips the dress on, leaving the zipper down since she can't reach the back.

"How is it Daisy?" Her mother calls out, prompting her to step out into view. The mirror on the other side of the room reflects her back, taking her breath away. The top half highlights her figure, billowing out at her hips but staying loose enough that's it impossible to see just how thick her thighs are. The neckline is a little low, the top of her cleavage peeking out cheekily and thin straps on her shoulders.

"You look wonderful!" Meredith cries, rushing to her feet to circle her daughter. Daisy smiles bashfully, ruffling the skirt a bit as her mother does the zip. Anne, who's eyes are suddenly filled with tears, holds a hand over her heart.

"You're stunning Daisy!"

Her cheeks grow hotter, but she can't help but agree. Other than the neckline and straps, the dress is absolutely perfect.

"I think this is the one." Daisy tells Gemma in response to her raised eyebrow. Gemma nods, pleased with Daisy's confidence in her choice. She wants to ask Mrs. Fields if they can alter the top a bit, and maybe add some color to it somehow, but she can't help but want to hear what Harry thinks. It seems like their mother's are willing to go along with whatever she says, but she wants another opinion. One that's not her own.

"Can you all take the other two dresses back and bring Mrs. Fields with you?" Daisy requests innocently, smiling doe-ishly at her mother. Eager to please, she goes to fetch the other dresses with Anne. Gemma's looking her up and down suspiciously, that knowing smirk on her face again.

"Gemma-"

"I'll keep them distracted for a bit. Maybe pick out a veil or two with Mrs. Fields."

Daisy doesn't get to thank her before Anne and Meredith are back with the other dresses. "Come on then!" Anne says, grabbing Gemma's hand and pulling her to the door. Daisy waits for their footsteps to fade before rushing over and peeking her head out. Harry's sitting on the chair, still waiting, arms over his chest and disgruntled gaze set on his retreating mother.

"Psst, Harry!" Daisy whispers harshly, waving a hand at him when he looks up, wide-eyed. "Come in, quickly."

Harry's on his feet immediately, following her into the room and closing the door. It's not until they're in the center of the room does she look at him, and the sight makes her lightheaded.

His lips parted, eyes wide as they slowly drag over her figure. Somehow, she notices his fingers twitch at his sides before they disappear behind his back. Daisy's lips curl bashfully, thinking that maybe he had wanted to reach out and hold her. "What do you think?"

Green eyes snap up to her, a bit dazed as he clamps his mouth shut. "Do you love it?" He asks tightly, the only hint of approval coming from the gleam in his gaze.

"I like it," Daisy admits, "but I want to change the neckline and maybe add color. What do you think?"

Her answers seems good enough for Harry, because he slowly walks a circle around her. His fingers gently run over the straps on her shoulders, fingertips barely brushing her skin but making goosebumps rise. "Could lower 'em," he suggests thoughtfully, carefully pulling the strap down until it rests on her bicep, "so they sit there, maybe add some ruffles or something along the top."

Daisy looks back in the mirror, imagining the top covered in ruffled fabric, covering most of her exposed chest but leaving enough out to be enticing. And the straps on her arms would be beautiful, leaving her collarbones and neck open enough for her to wear a necklace. "I love it." She finally breaths, looking back at him. He's looking at the skirt of the dress, pitching his bottom lip between his thumb and pointer finger.

"How about flowers?" He finally asks, looking at her through his thick eyelashes. "Could have little ones embroidered at the bottom, add a bit of color for you?"

She can't help but smile at him, grateful for his help. She knew he'd be able to help, to come up with ideas that would really make her love it. And now, judging by the way he looked at her when he walked in, she knows he's likes the way it looks.

"Yeah," Daisy agrees, "I think Lily Iris would look nice. Maybe in a light pink?" The same pink as the bedroom, she thinks to herself, unable to look away from him when two dimples sink into his cheeks.

"S'perfect." Harry agrees, eyes fluttering over her one more time. "You'll look like a dream-well, you already do, but even more so."

"Thank you," she murmurs, "any chance I can get you into a light pink tux?"

His smile falls when she giggles. "Don't push it Daisy."

Daisy didn't know what to expect when Harry had come knocking on her door after lunch, telling her to be ready to go out for dinner at 7. She thought maybe it was a business dinner or they were meeting up with his uncle to update him on the wedding plans. After the boat situation, Harry had told Mr. Styles he'd be taking over planning everything, which wasn't good for her already melting heart. Fully prepared to tell Mr. Styles about the design for her dress and hoping he wouldn't hate it, Daisy's speechless when Harry pulls up next to the neighborhood park and stops the car.

"Harry, this is the park." She says dumbly, and he chuckles.

"Good to know your eyes work Daisy." She pouts, confused as to why they're at the park and hurt that he's teasing her, while he just climbs out of the car. He moves around the front to her door, pulling it open and holding out a hand to help her out. Before she can overthink it, she lays her fingers in his warm palm, shivering when he closes his digits around hers.

"Why are we at the park?"

Harry doesn't release her hand as he guides her off the sidewalk and into the grass. A few groups are still running around the grass, little boys kicking a ball around and girls laying in the grass to look up at the sky while their guardians watch from the nearby benches.

"Know you enjoy sitting in the grass in the backyard, and I thought maybe you'd like to have dinner here instead." Harry says nonchalantly, tilting his head up to look at the sky before his eyes continue to dart around the area. He's nervous, she realizes giddily, but for what?

They cross the little wooden bridge with the creak underneath it, Daisy's jaw dropping as the grass comes back into view. A thick flannel blanket has been laid out, a wicker basket laid on top of it next to a tray with two thin candles resting on it. "Is that for us?" She asks, even though Harry's obviously pulling her towards the set up.

"Yeah," he nods, "thought it's about time I take you out for our first date."

Daisy thinks she could cry. He was nervous because he set up a date for her. Harry, who almost killed her once and would tease her for every little thing, went out of his way to set up a romantic dinner for her when he didn't have to.

"You didn't have to-"

"I know," Harry interrupts, "but I wanted to. Know I'm not exactly the man you wanted to marry and yet you've still been an angel about it-with a few nagging moments-" Daisy rolls her eyes, not too offended when she sees the dimples in his cheeks, "so I wanted to show you that I can be a good husband."

Before she can even think about what she's doing or how it could change their relationship, Daisy's stepping into his chest and slinging her arms around his neck. Harry stumbles, but his arms loop around her waist and his hands rest warmly on her back. It's not the first time they've held each other like this, but there's a big difference in dancing at their engagement party with everyone watching and clinging to each other in the middle of the park while on a date. Stupidly, Daisy can't help but think that maybe Harry's courting her, putting in effort because he actually has feelings for her. It's a nice thought, until she remembers that she's not even sure if she has feelings for him.

"As long as you keep me away from open water, you'll be the best husband." Harry laughs at her words, and his fingers hesitantly trail up her spine.

"What if I teach you to swim?" He ask lowly, and she shivers pleasantly. "Got a boat at the docks, can't take it out by myself."

Daisy pulls back enough to look at him. She can't tell if he's teasing or not, but by the softness of his gaze she doesn't think he is. You don't know him, she reminds herself, you wouldn't know if he's sincere or not.

She raises an unimpressed eyebrow, "I am not getting on another boat for you Harry Styles."

His smirk is teasing and charming. "We'll see about that Daisy Withers."

Daisy's got the flannel blanket wrapped around her shoulders, tummy full from the dinner Harry made them when he stops her with a gentle grip on her elbow. "Need to tell you something," he murmurs, lowering the picnic basket to the ground. The car's in sight, only a few feet away and she wonders why he's chosen now to stop her.

"Okay," she nods, hands fiddling with the blanket. Harry looks more somber than he has all night, eyebrows pinched and lips in a thin line.

"I got a letter today," he sighs, running his fingers through his curly hair and dropping his gaze to their feet. "registering me for the British Expeditionary Force."

Daisy's heart lodges itself in her throat, thumping so harshly she can feel it beating behind her eyes. It takes her a moment to find her voice, swallowing thickly. "A-and?"

Harry finally looks up at her, frown deepening. "I ship out to France in two weeks for training."

The tightness in her throat let's up. "France?"

"Allied with us. I train there and then wait for assignment."

Germany is not fighting in France, she assures herself, willing her shoulders to relax. He's not stepping right into a battle zone, now storming Poland or whatever other area Hitler's desecrating. He'll be safe, at least for a little while. "Okay," Daisy finally whispers, not exactly knowing what else to say, but that's okay because Harry does.

"Before I go, I want us to be married." He doesn't give her a chance to voice her questions, somehow knowing them already. "Not the wedding ceremony, but the certificate. If anything happens here, happens to me, you'll be safe with my last name."

She doesn't want to think about what he's implying. If he's hurt, captured, killed. If Germany somehow stomps over the British soldiers like rats and invades Great Britain, she'll need an important name like Styles to keep her and her family out of labor camps.

"Do you... think I'll need it?" It's not exactly what she wanted to ask. She wanted to know if he had faith in himself and his country, or if he really thought this would be it. Daisy feels sick thinking about the next two weeks being her last days with Harry, and she guesses that thought really shows how she's feels about Harry now. A month ago she wouldn't want two seconds with Harry, and now two weeks are not enough.

His hands reach up to cup her face, tilting her chin up to look at him. He looks more sure of himself now, that same privileged and prideful aura surrounding him. "No I don't, but I'd like to leave knowing I've got a wife waiting for me."

Maybe she's in shock, or maybe she's hysterical from not only realizing that she likes Harry but that he's now leaving too, but the mesmerized way his lips form the title wife make her tip toe, hands dropping the blanket and hooking into his suspenders, and she presses her lips to his.

Daisy's never been kissed on the lips before, only ever receiving pecks on her cheeks or hands, and she never really thought Harry would be the first man she kisses, but the when he holds her face softly and presses his full lips against hers, she can't imagine kissing anyone else.

"Don't think it's proper to be kissing on first dates Daisy." Harry mutters when they break away, blinking his eyes open. For some reason he looks bigger, broader and taller as he towers over her with a cocky smirk on his face. He's still holding her face, pushing a stray piece her hair behind her ear.

"Maybe not," she breathes, "but I think it's proper to be kissing my husband on our first date."

Harry shakes his head, shoulders bouncing with deep chuckles. "Sometimes I really hate you," he says with no bite, and then he's kissing her again.

Sometimes she hates Harry Styles too.

"It's really sweet that he's doing this." Summer murmurs, pinning a strand of Daisy's hair away from her face. She refused to give up flowers on her wedding day, settling for having it braided across the top of her head with flowers woven in.

"I know," Daisy mumbles, gnawing on her bottom lip. The bathroom is empty aside from the two girls, and she's glad for it. Today is a day for her, Harry, and their closest friends. No family, they'd agree that night they got home after deciding to marry as soon as possible. They'd get their big ceremony, but this is for them. Not forced, not bargained, but wanted.

"Are you scared?"

She shakes her head immediately. Summer finishes her hair, and Daisy smiles at her reflection. She decided to wear the dress Harry hates, the one that's a tiny bit shorter than the others but fits her figure well. The color isn't the prettiest, but she always liked how naturally pretty it makes her feel. And she wanted to spite him a bit, since he's yet to explain why he hated her so much before they moved in together. She can't help but smile imagining the way he'll frown at her outfit when he sees it.

"I think I have feelings for him Summer."

Unfazed, her best friend smiles. "I've known Daisy. I thought so after that night on the boat, and then hearing you two yell at each other at dinner confirmed it."

Daisy gawks, cheeks heating up. "You didn't think to tell me?"

Summer giggles, moving to the mirror to fix her own dirty blonde hair. "I couldn't tell you. You hated him, and me trying to force your feelings only would've pushed you further."

She feels a bit stupid as Summer smiles innocently at her through the mirror. It was obvious? She liked Harry before even knowing it herself. Could he tell? Could everyone tell?

"I think his sister might be the only other one who knows." Summer tells her, reading the look on her face.

"Gemma?"

"Yeah. She was giving him funny looks that night on the boat too."

That explains the way she kept smirking and teasing her and Harry when they were shopping. She knew all along too, and in that famous Styles way, she was enjoying having the upper-hand.

"That's not bad then." Daisy finally sighs, watching Summer finish up. They're only a few minutes late when they leave the restroom of the courthouse, immediately spotting Harry pacing outside the door of the judges quarters. He's brought his best friend as well, an Irish man named Niall that Daisy faintly recalls meeting on the boat.

The sound of the door shutting draws Harry's attention to them, head snapping up with wide eyes as he looks at her. He looks handsome, as always, in a pin striped penguin suit, fabric tight on his chest and shoulders. His hair has been greased enough it falls in messy waves instead of curls, except at his neck where the rouge strands have still coiled.

"Showing up late to your own wedding." Harry chastises, reaching out for her hand. She takes it, hand feeling dainty in his calloused ones.

"Had to make sure I look good enough for the family name." She retorts, smiling widely when his eyes flicker down to her dress. His jaw ticks, lips purse as he exhales harshly through his nose. Bouncing in her flats, she eagerly awaits his complaint.

He leans in closer to her ear, breath hot on her skin. "Don't think I could let you around my family in a little number like that Daisy."

Oh, she falters, not expecting the headiness in his tone. Was that attraction in his voice? The dress he's always loved to insult now making his breath heavy and intoxicating in her ear. She doesn't get a chance to think about it before the judge is opening his door and welcoming the foursome in.

"Well Mr. Styles, I've got the certificate ready to be signed and the contract ensuring that not a word of this will be spoken to anyone outside this room aside from those in charge of your assets." The judge says in greeting, moving back to the chair behind his desk. Niall shuts the door behind them, taking his place at Harry's side.

"Thank you Mr. Colsett." Harry says deeply, and Daisy's eyes widen at the tone. She's never heard Harry speak like that, all formal and business like. She hates how attractive the rumble of it is, subconsciously squeezing his hand as her and Summer share impressed looks. If Harry notices her odd behavior, he doesn't say so.

"Would you like me to go through the whole ceremony or will we just be signing?"

Harry swallows thickly, holding a finger up to Mr. Colsett before turning to Daisy. "There's a lot I've got to say to you, a lot to explain, but I'd like to save that for a better time."

He's still speaking in that powerful tone, and she feels mushy as she just nods in agreement. She's sort of glad that they'll just be signing, because she still needs time to figure out everything she needs to tell him too. And she doesn't want it happening in front of two strangers and her nosey best friend.

"We'll just be signing then."

A pen is handed to Harry, and he doesn't release her hand as he leans over the desk to sign the certificate. Daisy does the same, writing a little sloppy without having her other hand to stabilize the paper, but she doesn't want to let him go either. Summer winks cheekily at her as she signs the witness line, and Niall pats Harry on the back as he signs as well.

"Excellent," Mr. Colsett grunts, moving the certificate over to make copies, "I now you pronounce you husband and wife."

Summer and Niall both cheer at that, Summer pressing a kiss to her cheek as Niall does a silly jig that makes Harry laugh. He pulls Daisy's gaze away from Niall with a hand on her face, much like the night of their first date. "Am I allowed to kiss you or do I have to wait for the ceremony?"

"It's not a real marriage if it's not sealed with a kiss Mr. Styles."

Harry's smirk deepens. "We can't have that can we Mrs. Styles?" he replies, teasingly, cutting off her laugh with a kiss. She releases his hand, gripping the lapels of his suit jacket and pulling him closer to her. They've only got one week left, and she intends on keeping him as close as possible.

The week leading up to Harry's departure goes too fast for Daisy's liking. One would think that spending hours sitting in the living room and just staring at him would feel like years, but to Daisy it feels like minutes. As the seconds tick away, so does her sanity, and she slowly feels like she's turning into a ticking time bomb. No matter how many walks they go on, how many meals they make together, or how many times she's attempts at teaching him to crochet, it's not enough. And now she's having to split him with Anne and Gemma, and as selfish as it sounds, she doesn't want to. They've had their whole lives with him and she only gets a couple months? How's that fair?

By the time his final night rolls around, just the sight of him makes her tremble with tears. He's good at hiding any anxieties or second thoughts he might have, because the only difference she can spot in his behavior is the way he treats her now. A kiss every morning when they meet in the kitchen, holding her hand when they listen to the radio or ride in his car. And even though they don't act like a married couple in front of family, the dinner with everyone goes a lot smoother than the first one.

This time Daisy sits by him, holding his hand under the table as her father and Mr. Styles passionately complain about being too old to fight in the war, through everyone knows they're both happy with sending off their sons. Sterling isn't due to ship out for another week, and the thought of having to say goodbye to him too is crushing.

Anne and Meredith continue to discuss the wedding as if there's no war and they'll still be walking down the aisle in May when everyone knows Harry will most likely still be on the battlefield at the time. Even Kitty has picked up on the odd behavior, and much to Harry's liking, is more worried about him then her own brother. She avidly asks Harry about the 'trip' he's going on, pestering on why he can't take her and Daisy along but Harry tells her it's for the bad side of business and he doesn't want the girls seeing that side. Kitty accepts the excuse, only after Harry seals it with a kiss on her little forehead. She's afraid that action alone might give them away, but the only one who looks at him oddly is Sterling. The constant back of forth of talking about the war and then ignoring it the next minute makes her dizzy, and she's happy to send everyone off with quick hugs.

The house is silent behind them, Harry and Daisy hovering in the dining room with somber looks. She's sure he can feel her fright, and it's proven true when he wraps two strong arms around her. "What's going on in that head of yours Daisy?"

She clings to his neck, eyes watering and throat tightening. "Can I sleep in your bedroom tonight?" Her voice wavers pathetically, and his hold on her grows stronger.

"Of course you can."

They part long enough for Daisy to go change and wash up for bed, letting her hair out of its twist and rinsing off her makeup. Harry's waiting for her on the staircase, still in his button up and trousers, pinching at his bottom lip as he stares at the floorboards. It's the first time she's seen even a hint of nervousness from him, and the sight makes her lip wobble with emotion.

"Ready?" He asks, rising from the stair. He holds his hand out for her, leading her up to his room as if it's her first time being there. They pass the mysterious bedroom, Daisy tempted to ask about it again just so they have something to talk about, but she doesn't want to anger him on their last night.

His bed is made neatly, the blanket from their picnic thrown over the comforter and pillows. Harry flicks on the lamp by the bed, casting the room in a soft glow. Daisy sits on edge of the bed as he moves about, closing the curtains and digging around in his dresser for pajamas. She's left in silence when he enters his restroom to change, and she peels back the sheets on his bed. Not sure what side he sleeps on, she settles for sitting right in the middle of the bed.

Harry tosses his clothes in heap by the closet door, kneeing his way to the right side of the bed. Daisy slides over, slipping her legs under the blankets and falling back into the plush pillows. He does the same, puffing out a sigh and pushing his hair off his forehead. They're silent for a moment, staring up at the ceiling while Daisy thinks about how nice his sheets smell.

"You don't have to be so far away." Harry whispers, and Daisy looks over to find him already watching her. She doesn't say anything back, but the sheets rustle loudly as she slides over to him. To her surprise, Harry lays his arm out so she can cozy up by his side. She lays her head on his chest, and his hand finds her shoulder, gripping it softly. Once again they're silent, Daisy chewing on her bottom lip. She wants to talk to him, wants him to make her feel better, but she can't think of what to say.

"Are you scared?"

Harry hums, fingers slowly trailing down her arm. "Not yet. S'just training."

"For now."

"I don't know what comes after, but whatever it is, I can handle it."

She fiddles with the buttons on his pajama shirt. "How do you know?"

"Because I've handled you just fine for the past few months." He jokes, and her lips fall into a frown.

"If any of us are difficult, it's you. You're always so mean."

Harry doesn't respond for a moment, but he keeps stroking up and down her arm. "I know," he finally admits, and Daisy's glad she finally told him something. Maybe now he'll talk to her, explain what happened all those years ago that made him treat her so terribly. "and I'm sorry. S'hard for me to figure out how to act around you."

The button she was playing with accidentally slips undone, and she blushes as she fastens it again. "Why?"

"Was raised by my uncle, and he's the meanest old bastard I've ever met. S'hard to change old habits." Harry's hand slips up into her hair, massaging near her scalp and she melts further into his warm chest.

"What happened?"

"When?" Harry mumbles, sounding like he might be on the verge of sleep too. Daisy doesn't want to risk moving to look at his face in fear that she might ruin the safe little moment they've built.

"That night at your uncle's, and everything after that made it so hard for you to be around me."

He shifts under her, not really moving from the position he was in before and Daisy wonders if he's uncomfortable or nervous. She kind of hopes he is, as pay back for all the times he's made her feel that way.

"Don't wanna tell you that tonight," Harry finally says, and then the light in the room flickers out. Daisy rolls her eyes at his stubbornness. "I will, but not tonight."

"Why not?" She wants him, or at least something from him. Something to validate her feelings for him. Of course, he gives nothing but teases.

"If I tell you everything tonight, it'll be like a goodbye, like m'not coming back. I don't want that. Want you to believe I'm coming back because I am." Faintly, she thinks he might press a kiss to the top of her head. "This isn't goodbye forever Daisy. I promise."

Good, she thinks, wrapping her arm around his waist, because if there's one thing she's learned about Harry, it's that his word is always good.

Harry looks handsome in his uniform, Daisy realizes mournfully, ignoring the other men around them that are bidding their families and friends goodbye. She'd send a million more men overseas if it meant Harry got to stay with her. But she can't, she reminds herself, pouting as she watches him hug Anne. His mother looks small in his hold, safe and protected. She hopes she looks like that in his arms too.

Anne's crying when Harry moves down the line to Gemma, kissing his sister's cheek tenderly and engulfing her in the same tight hug he'd given his mother. Like her brother, Gemma stays strong, whispering something in his ear that Daisy can't hear, with tears brimming her eyes but not daring to fall. Daisy feels pathetic when he steps in front of her, thick bulky uniform somehow still looking good on him.

"Promise me you're not going to worry too much." Harry requests, dropping his bag to the ground. His fingers find her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"Promise not to give me anything to worry about."

His lips quirk up in an amused grin. "I promise." Daisy likes when he promises things, it makes everything feel a little more stable. The train behind him puffs out a cloud of smoke, pulling a rush of passengers on. Harry doesn't move aside from digging his hand into his coat pocket.

"S'not very pretty," he says quietly, holding up a silver chain with a plain silver band dangling from it. "but it's my favorite ring." He slips the chain over her head, somehow not even catching it on her nose or her hair

"Why are you giving this to me?"

He shrugs, but his eyes dart down to her bare left hand and he gently grabs it in his right one. "Give me something to come back for." She can tell he doesn't mean just the ring, he means his wife. She squeezes his hand.

"I don't want you to go," she finally admits for the first time, and maybe this was a bad time to say it, but she couldn't hold it in anymore. "I'm just starting to like you and now I have to send you off."

Harry chuckles, wrapping his other arm around her waist and pulling her into his chest. She wants him to kiss her but she knows he won't. They agreed to be subtle in front of his family. "Time apart makes the heart grow fonder or some shit like that."

Daisy giggles at his ability to somehow be stupid but romantic at the same time, wrapping her other arm around his neck and hugging him tightly. "Think it might be dangerous to grow any fonder of you."

"I used to think the same thing." Harry mumbles in her ear, and her throat tightens when the train let's out a warning whistle. It's the final boarding call.

Reluctantly, he pulls back from her, smiling at her watery eyes. "Look at you, crying because of me again."

Daisy lightly shoves him, not causing any harm with how sturdy he is. He heaves his bag back up on his shoulder, smiling bitterly at the three girls waiting for him. "Take care of each other yeah? Don't rely that other jackass, he's useless." She grins, knowing he means his uncle. She hates Thomas Styles, and Harry feeling the same way obviously proves something for his character.

"We will Harry." Anne promises, "Now you go out there and be a hero okay?"

Harry chuckles at that, some hidden sentiment in the words, and with one longing gaze at Daisy, he turns and boards the train. The platform is empty of soldiers now, but she can pick out Harry walking down the aisle of the train. She watches him, heart thumping loudly and before she can register what she's doing, she's leaping onto the rails surrounding the train.

"Harry wait!" Daisy calls, catching him between cars. His head snaps to her, eyes wide and confused. She leans over to be closer to him, waving her hand from him to do the same. "Please?"

Harry drops his bag again, gripping the edge of the doorway as he leans as far forward as possible. Behind her, someone grabs the edge of her shirt, keeping her from falling. Gripping the back of his neck, she pulls his mouth onto hers.

"Daisy-" he mumbles, caught off guard with the sudden kiss. She ignores him, and the impressed whistles coming from the men on the train, pressing her mouth more firmly against his. She doesn't care that Anne and Gemma are watching, because all she cares about is Harry.

They separate, Harry licking over his lips and grinning boyishly at her. Cheeks flaming, she pushes his hair off his forehead. "I don't care if your a war hero or not, just come back in one piece okay?"

He swallows thickly, nodding. "I promise," he swears, managing to peck her mouth one last time before the train lurches forward, chugging as it pulls away. Harry stays hanging out of the doorway, watching her stand on the rails with a hand clutching the ring around her neck and tears in her eyes, until the locomotive carries him around the building and out of sight.

#dear daisy #harry styles #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #one direction #harry styles imagine #harry styles au #ww2 harry #soldier harry #1930s harry #arranged marriage au

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kittyandco · 4 years

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ideal

Summary: Despite their differences, Kitty and Charming imagine their perfect new life together. After all they had gone through in Far Far Away, they know that there’s more for them out there. Honestly this was so good to write. It was quick, but it felt really good and I cried a little bit before it was over with lol

Word count: 647

Reblogs/likes welcomed and appreciated!!

“You are… right out of a fairytale. Perfection. Why can’t you see that?”

“But I’m not. I’m the one the hero comes to slay, or the outcast that says truth and no one heeds. We’re nothing like the perfect prince and princess that we read about, you know.”

“Oh, but Kitty. You’ve shown me that it doesn’t have to be that way. We may make our own story, and have it be just as perfect, if not more.”

“Don’t listen to me. I don’t know what I’m talking about.” She had to admit her contempt in some way. The rejection of perfect, story-like love had served well in that catharsis.

“Seems rather smart to me. Nothing’s gone the way I wanted since you came into my life. But I wouldn’t change a thing.” His typically snide eloquence was slipping under the weight of his emerging sentiments, those muddled by the image his instincts must portray, his lies immune to the reluctant sincerity she revealed to him.

“Me neither,” she rasped, eyes ablaze with imprisoned promises that may as well stay there forever.

“You see what we have, then? We have our own happiness lying in wait for us.”

She lifted her head with pathetic meekness, a gaze hardened with uncertainty meeting his own, vacantly hopeful. It was like him to seek his own interest despite anything else. The sacrifice of a kingdom unquestionably worth her hand in marriage and everlasting love, whether it meant separate from power and all that he knew otherwise. His time had come to cut the bondage of expectation and forge happiness in entrapping flames; to have his last bout in his homeland symbolize the pursuit and legitimize their union simultaneously, everyone’s goodbyes a welcome gesture, for each one signaled an approval of his independent choice. He dreamt of this now, instead of shameless fortune and fame bestowed to him upon deceit. No filthy crown upon his head or lies from his lips.

“Do we?”

“Yes, darling. Yes.” Charming wasn’t often gentle when provoked, but he lived up to his name when benefit arose, and surely it benefited him to stay gentle. He’d have to maneuver that stubbornness for another few decades, however long their bodies would carry, and he was willing to endure as long as he was destined to so long as it was with Kitty, with her stubborn truths and humor and beauty. It was all stubborn, because nothing could fade it away, no matter how she may have wanted an easier life without him - not even his kind of disposition prepared him for the belief that his true love could love him in return. Yet, she dwelled in skepticism often, jaded by her life leading up to now when it might pay off and fate may compensate her, so her trust would be the one to win.

Her chest expanded with a shallow sigh, his name refusing to emerge from her lips, caught in a distracted whirlpool of doubts that she wanted to let on him all at once. But she couldn’t do that to him, nor herself. One doubt led to another, and three more, and then a swarm. This kind of clarity horrified her, so many things did.

“All I know is, I’m not leaving here without you,” she finally muttered, on the verge of threatening. “Please… please just be mine.”

“I am already yours. And we are,” he paused, “each other’s?” The spoiled little thing didn’t quite understand innocent reciprocation.

“Yes, we’re each other’s,” she laughed as if she had authority on the matter. She sat and imagined the idealistic circumstance that he lauded in their image. Dressed up in silky white, on the steps of a castle that was no longer theirs to claim, moving forward into the welcoming sunset and far away from the pain that brought them together, and a loving future awaiting.

#yeah i. cried a lot KFJKF #okay to reblog #okay to interact with #💕 sunflower dreams #fic #self ship fic #self ship fanfic #self ship #selfship #selfshipping #self insert x canon #s/i x canon #oc x canon #shrek oc

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unmaskedagain · 5 years

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Made me Do (Queen of Mean)

I decided to do a quick follow up fic to the Queen of Mean AU. I’m leaning towards a ship. Can you guess what it is by the end?

Marinette smiled amicably at passing staff as her makeup was done. The sun was bright and shinning. The park with its slopping hills and the beautiful green grass was picturesque. Half of it was cut off from the public. The shoot would last a majority of the morning and a bit into the after.

The head makeup artist cooed over her bluebell eyes and raved about her beautiful “exotic” features; which nearly made Marinette sneer. Oh the things she put up with.

But she had to. Time for childish naivety was over. She needed her name out there. She an “in”.

And while she never wanted to be model, never desired the spotlight, never wanted more than to be a fashion designer and for clothes to leave the world in awe, never wanted more than to be nice and good and to live her dreams just as she dreamed them… Marinette understood…

The world wasn’t kind. It was a tilted stage. Everyone played their own little games to get ahead. So Marinette was forced to play a role she never wanted.

Model.

Actress.

Trendsetter.

Ice princess.

Still once a day, since Marinette had begun her reign, did Mari have to tell that little voice in her pipe down? The voice that sounded like the old her. The old, nice, kind Marinette who loved everyone and the thought the best of everyone. And the New Marinette would doubt herself, wonder if she was fraud, a sellout. But then she remembered that the old Marinette never realized just how wrong she was until it was too late.

Until her friends turned their back on her. Until her life’s work, her prized sketchbook was ripped up and left for her to pick up the pieces like what remained of her heart. She was a fool. And the only good thing that ever came out of that experience was she gotten to learn who her real friends were. Learned out to really stand up for herself, damn the rest of the world.

In a way, she was almost wanted to thank Lila. Lila had been her initiation into the real world. Her manipulative little games were the perfect crimes. The way no one ever seen her laugh when she lied. The way she swore up and down that it was Marinette with the metaphorical smoking gun; it was Marinette’s fault. It was cruel. And Marinette didn’t like her for it. She disliked herself more for falling into the traps Lila set.

No! That Marinette would’ve never survived the real world. It’s why she had to go away. Marinette got smarter, hotter when she let Chloe show her how to use her beauty like a sword. And she did it fast, just in the knick of time because her parents had been considering transferring her.

The old Marinette had to die, and the new Marinette rose up from the dead with a thirst for blood and a list of names; Lila’s was underlined in red. Every day, she checked it to remind herself just why she was doing what she was.

When Lila’s mother came to school, with the principle storming up behind her, red-faced and steaming mad, all the students in the Cafeteria could only watch as the Italian lady roared at her daughter. Screamed about how all the lies had come back to bite her family in the ass; after all ambassadors had no business traveling to exotic places, with celebrities, on their country’s dime when they should be working.

Marinette could only smirk as another confirmation of Lila’s lies was made public. All she could think of while it was happening was: Look what you made me do.

Yes, Marinette had used her connections (Chloe. She asked Chloe to get her Dad to ask the right questions) to get the right info into Italy’s embassy’s ears about what their ambassador was up to.

Chloe made a nasty remark about how easily stupid people are led, that her class overheard from over at their table. (Yes, their table. No matter how hard they tried. Marinette refused to go back to friendly terms with her classmates. Though she was polite to Kitty Section’s band members. Luka was her friend. And no matter, how hard she hinted that he’d thrive as solo artist; Luka was loyal.)

It had taken days Lila’s mom to fix the mess and her bosses still eyed her suspiciously weeks later. She also made it clear that Lila was be attending summer school for her missed attendance and that they weren’t moving. Which meant that Lila wasn’t going to escape the mess she was in anytime soon. Which of course led to her being Akumatized… again. No matter, Ladybug took great pleasure in showing her a thing or two. In a way the old Marinette never would.

Marinette straighten her back and raised her chin as a onlookers started appearing behind the security gates. They pointed at her and waved excitedly. Marinette waved back.

The new Marinette understood why the spotlight was needed, why her face had to grace the covers of magazines, why blowing up on Instagram and twitter was the best thing that could happen to her.

Slowly but surely the world was whispering her name louder and louder as the days, week, and months, drew on. Paris, however, was all but screaming it.

Her face was on billboards. She was in perfume and make-up commercials for some well-known brands. She had gotten small, very small, roles on enough hit Paris shows to have people start recognizing her. It wasn’t long before all of France knew who Marinette Dupain-Cheng was… but that was mostly because of her, rather overzealous, fans.

Her slowly rising fanbase was equalizing her to a hurricane. Unexpected and potentially earthshattering; cold and severe, blowing them all out of their seats. Basically the opposite the resident walking ball of Sunshine that was Adrien Agreste.

The media called it a friendly rivalry between competing designers.

Gabriel Agreste’s Sun.

Audrey Bourgeois’s Storm.

The Sunshine child Vs The Storm Princess.

Audrey loved it. Loved the idea so much that she created an entire shoot for the cover of Teen Vogue; a cover that Adrien Agreste was supposed to have already booked.

The dress Marinette was wearing wasn’t her design. (And that killed her only a little). It was Audrey Bourgeois’. And it was an off-shoulder, hi-low hem dress. It was mix of purples, blacks, and blues. She had on a studded, leather jacket with knee high leather boots. A very Rocker princess look, complete with a sliver tiara on her head. The opposite of anything Adrien Agreste would ever be seen in.

Speaking of who. Adrien and what looked to be in the entire class was having another picnic. It wasn’t a surprise they were there. Sabrina has snitched to Chloe had Adrien had learned of the photoshoot from his father and wanted to “coincidently” catch Marinette outside of school. Maybe remind Marinette when she was still their every day Ladybug. The only surprising thing about the entire situation was the Sabrina was still firmly in Chloe’s back pocket; loyal to the end.

Chloe was getting her pictures done first. The entire photo shoot a deadly nature theme. She was a tornado. Her dress, very Coachella worthy, as was flowy and loose; a mix of greys, whites, and silvers. There were fans all around her blowing at worrying speeds. But Chloe didn’t bat an eye. She modeled like she was born for it. Marinette could only wonder why, with a daughter as gorgeous as Chloe, Audrey never considered making her a model. But people make stupid mistakes.

Marinette, for example, for every crushing on Adrien.

There was no longing left in her for the blond or Alya, who kept blatantly staring her way. Or for any of her other used to be friends.

That desire had died months ago. Back then she had been willing to do just about anything to be let back; to get a key back into kingdom. Her! When she was the one who starting bringing their little clique together back when most of them never even talked to each other. Marinette got them to be friends. No! She got them to be best friends; build what might one day be lifelong friendships to tell their kids about, that people would be envious of. And what happened?

They painted her as a villain, kicked her out and locked the door behind her.

“Might I ask how you know them?” A voice asked from next to her.

Marinette shifted in her seat to eye the handsome, regal, blond, grey-eyed boy next to her, getting his own make-up done. He wore a suit of an icy blue and white., and an expression on his face that could’ve chilled out global warming. There was a dark silver crown on his head. She raised an eyebrow at him, “Ice King, right?” A blizzard.

“Felix,” He corrected. “And you are the Storm Princess?” There’s was no mocking in his tone, just curiosity.

Of course Marinette knew who he was. Felix Culpa. A model that had been making waves longer than Marinette and Adrien. His mother, a close friend of Audrey, had built a fashion empire that he would inherit. His mother was Adrien’s aunt. Emilie’s older sister.

“Marinette,” She offered. “They are schoolmates of mine.”

“But not friends.” It wasn’t a question.

“Not anymore.”

Marinette had moved on and so did the rest of the world. Now drama in class was now a daily thing. Over the last few weeks Marinette had be subtly wreaking havoc in her class. A comment thrown here or there to start an agreement. Letting Chloe casually mention the amazing things they did that week. Or who they met. And if the people they met happened to be the idols of quite a number of her star struck classmates… Well nothing could be done about that.

It was Karma.

“Do they know that?”

“They should,” Marinette answered easily. They weren’t her friends anymore. They never would be again.

Maybe, Marinette got what she deserved for being too trusting. But they’ll get theirs too. Ladyblog was burning to cinders but somehow hanging on by a thread; apparently Lila becoming a well-known Liar in Paris made people not want to blame a poor little teen girl for falling into the web of lies.

“Does he know that?” Felix asked. “My dear cousin Adrien hasn’t taken his eyes off of you. Old boyfriend?”

Marinette barked out a laugh. “I don’t know if I should be offended or not?”

Felix leaned towards Marinette, a smirk on his face. “Offended, definitely. I don’t think I could think of a better insult for a princess.”

She giggled. After that the two fell into an easy conversation. Each talking about their hobbies and everyday annoyances. Eventually, Marinette admitted to once having a crush on Adrien… before she grew a brain and saw that he was... Well, she had struggled to put it nicely.

“Spineless,” Felix, luckily offered. “I know. Believe me. The oaf is way too passive for anyone’s own good.”

“There!” The makeup artists announced looking them both over. “All done.” And within seconds, her team was packed up to move on his a lovely Hispanic girl dressed to be a volcanic eruption.

It was moments later that they each were called to their own shoots. Marinette and Felix walked side by side, like royalty. Marinette ignored the waves and calls from her classmates and tried to steel down her nerves. No matter how many times she stepped in front on the camera she could never stop the butterflies in her stomach from happening.

“Everyone gets nervous.” Felix suddenly said. “Before a big shoot, I still get a nauseous feeling.”

“What do you do?”

“I remind myself just who I am,” He answered. “I suggest you do the same. They call me the Ice Prince, for a reason. They call you a storm, be the storm.”

Marinette nodded firmly and steeled herself. Her blue eyes narrowed and a frosty look appeared on her face.

The photographer loved it.

“You’re beautiful, princess.” Zara, the photographer, yelled. “Your rage is screaming off you. More. I need more.”

Rage was easy. All she had to do was cast a look at Alya and the rest.

“Oh the lightening in your eyes is stunning.”

Marinette twirled. Her dress blew in the harsh wind of the fans.

“There’s no calm after this Storm.”

“Beautiful and deadly,” Zara commented. “You. Are. The. Storm.”

Felix finished his shoot first and came over to hers. He stood behind Zara, next to the computer monitors. It took a lot of Marinette’s willpower not to keep glancing at him. He surveyed the since passively, not a hint of emotion on his face.

“Marinette come over here!” Zara called to where she stood next to computer monitors.

Marinette glided over and her mouth dropped at the images on the screen. That was her? No, that couldn’t be her. The girl on the scream was angry and wild; a force of nature. She was…

“Beautiful,” Felix said. “Absolutely stunning.”

Marinette snorted, very un-ladylike. “You’re one to talk.” She motioned to his pictures. “I’ve never seen anyone look so majestic.” So handsome.

Felix raised an eyebrow. “Imagine how we’d look together.”

“YES!”

Wait, did that come out of her mouth. Tikki, please tell me that didn’t come out of my mouth, Marinette silently begged.

Luckily it didn’t. It was Zara. The redhead practically jumped up and down. “A clash of natures. It’s amazing. It’s beautiful. We’re shooting it!”

And they did. At first Felix and Marinette seemingly danced around each other. Then they danced with each other. It took everything Marinette had not to turn bright red when Felix put one hand in her’s and the other on the small of her back.

“Look at each other like the other is the best thing you ever saw.”

“That won’t be too hard,” Felix whispered.

Marinettte’s eye bulged and let out a small gasp. And then a hiss of rage. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Oh hell yes!” Wait what? “Hashtag IceStorm.” Chloe catcalled.

“Ugh,” Felix groaned as they changed poses. Now they were only, just barely holding hands. As they glared together as the world; daring it to not to tremble before them. It was their last shot. “Bourgeois. Adrien’s only friend. The always available playmate of my childhood. I thought I escaped.”

“Hey, that’s my best friend you’re groaning about,” Marinette glared up at him. (And damn his height!) “And I have you know she’s one of Adrien’s most tolerable friends.”

Felix paled. “The most tolerable? What are other soulless harpies that drag you down to the underworld?”

“You’ll wish.”

Felix nodded. “I certainly will. I’m to join Adrien’s class on Monday. Though from what you told me, I should be on the lookout for traits and nasty liars who lie.”

Marinette blushed. She had complained a bit to him.

Zara called it quits. And Chloe joined the two as they walked back to the dressing rooms. When they separated, Chloe pointed out, “Finally. I wondered when you two lovebird would stop holdings hands.”

They blushed when they realized that yes, they had in fact held hands the entire way there. Chloe cackled as they rushed into the trailers.

“You’re evil,” Marinette hissed at Chloe when the door shut behind her.

“Yes but you love that about me.”

“Not when you use it against me.” Marinette grumbled.

After they changed, Marinette and Chloe walked out of the trailer giggling over new crushes. Felix was waiting for them which just made Chloe burst into laughter. He was dressed in a black button down shirt with grey slacks and a grey tie.

Marinette would get that girl back.

“And what are you lovely ladies up to this evening?” Felix asked, ignoring Chloe’s snickers.

“We’re going ice skating with two friends of ours: Luka and Kagami,” Marinette answered. “You should join us.”

Felix agreed and the three walked passed the security gates into the park. They had been in the park less than a minuete before… it happened.

A Frisbee landed in front of them.

“Sorry about that,” Alya said as she jogged up to them. Adrien and Nino trailing behind her. The class had forgiven Adrien quicker than Marinette thought they would. “Marinette, gurl, I didn’t know you were hear.”

“Bullshit,” Chloe snorted.

“We were just leaving,” Marinette chimed.

“Wait,” Adrien said. “Why don’t you stay? We’re having a picnic.”

“Can’t. Plans.” Chloe answered coolly.

Alya glared. “We weren’t inviting you.” She turned pleading eyes to Marinette. “I really need to talk to you. I need help. The Ladyblog needs help. I was wondering if you could set up an interview with Ladybug again. Like last time.”

The two girls froze and just looked at the reporter, stunned. Was Alya serious? Was she insane?

White-hot rage rushed over Marinette. HOW. DARE. SHE?

“Is that appropriate?” Felix asked suddenly. “Are you two friends?”

“No,” Marinette quickly snapped. “We’re not friends. And it’s appropriate. Ladybug made it clear she doesn’t work want to work with you.”

“More like she hates tabloids,” Chloe crossed her arms and glared fiercly at the three.

Alya stiffened indignantly. “The Ladyblog is not a tabloid,” She shrieked. “Its serious journalism. And Ladybug trusts you Marinette, she’ll listen.”

“Ah the blog that news discredited.” Felix added.

“Dude, it was a misunderstanding.” Nino said.

“Due to the lack of fact checking,”

Adrien step to his cousin. “You don’t know. You weren’t there.”

“You are correct,” Felix admitted. “However, I did make sure double check my resources. I wanted to confirm just what type of class I was enrolling into. So I researched. Anyone could do it.”

Marinette looked Alya up and down. “Well, not just anyone, I suppose.” Alysa flushed. “Ladybug said I was bias because of my past friendship with you. She won’t listen to me again. Yes Ladybug trusts me almost as much as she doesn’t trust you.”

Hurt filled Alya’s eyes.

Yeah, Marinette wanted to say, look what you made me do.

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coffeecomicsgalore · 4 years

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For the Love of a Chat

Ao3

Chapter 2 – Bell

Marinette giggled. “Then I’m glad you are here, my knight.”

Chat smiled as he walked towards her and sat onto the extra chair that Marinette had placed long ago. When his visits became more frequent, she changed her long lawn chair for a smaller, more compact one with pink trim and purchased a similar one, with black and green embellishments, just for him. When he felt comfortable enough in his spot, he glanced at her before turning back into the horizon.

“So, what brings you here, Chat?”

“Do I have to have a reason to hang out with my favorite civilian?”

Marinette snorted. “Me? Your favorite? I guess that means you hang out with quite a few others, then.”

“On contraire, ma petite sorcière.” He said with a wink. “Unless you think hanging out with akumas would be considered hanging out with friends.”

“I don’t think so, but...” she said as she tapped her finger to her chin, “I hope you aren’t spilling your secret identity to me, kitty.” She teased. “It seems like many of the akumas are school-aged friends of mine.”

Chat playfully scoffed. “You wound me, princess. You know I would never do such a thing.”

“I know.” Marinette quietly giggled as she pulled the blanket up against her shoulders. Chat scooted himself further into his chair, resting his arms behind his head as he stretched his legs out in front of him. They sat in a comfortable silence, watching the lights of the city over the horizon.

The coolness of the air caused a shiver to coast down her spine. She snuggled further into the blanket as a sad smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. Marinette could hear Chat lick his lips, her own lips dry and feeling a little tight. Her heart skipped a beat as the thought of his lips crossed her mind. She shook her head to clear the thought.

“Do you think you will stay a while?” Marinette wondered as she gazed back to his relaxed form.

“I can, if you’re okay with that. I don’t want to impose if you wanted to head to bed early.”

She scoffed. “Me? Early?” She blew a raspberry as she flicked her hand. “Who do you think I am, Chat? A savage that goes to bed at a decent time? Blasphemy.” They both shared a laugh before she continued. “Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to have a cup of hot cocoa and a warm blanket? Maybe enjoy some pastries, too? I have a feeling that you have something on your mind and that you needed a friend to talk about it.”

Chat sighed. “You know me too well. Maybe too well for your own good.” He let out a sad chuckle. “Hot cocoa sounds great. I’ll grab the blankets?”

“That sounds good. Do you need detransform for a bit so your kwami can eat?”

“You don’t mind if I do that?”

“Chaton, you know I never mind that. I can always grab a slice of cheese if you need a piece. I’ll close my trap door so you can do what you need to do and when you transform back, just open the door so I can come back in. That way you can take your time and I won’t accidentally barge in before you’re ready.”

“You always think of me, Marinette. Thank you.”

She placed a hand on his hand and flashed him a sweet smile. “I’m always here to help out my favorite superhero.”

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Marinette closed the trap door after handing him a few slices of brie and walked into the kitchen to gather the ingredients for her famous hot cocoa. She warmed up the milk in the saucepan and grabbed two large mugs before leveling out a few teaspoons of cocoa and sugar into each cup. She then found a few of his favorite pastries within the day's leftover treats. Tikki flew into view and sat on the counter, stealing a cookie for herself.

“What’s on your mind, Marinette?”

“It’s Chat. It’s breaking my heart to see him this way. It also doesn’t help that the akuma earlier brought out some sadness in him. I have a feeling that’s why he’s here.”

“You read him so well, Marinette. You care about him so much.”

Marinette poured the heated milk in the mugs as she pursed her lips. “Chat’s not only my partner, Tikki, I consider him one of my closest and dearest friends. He’s up there alongside Alya for top space, not that I could ever tell her that without risking a scolding,” she giggled, “but I care about him just as much as I care about Adrien and Nino, too. “

Tikki flew up and nuzzled against Marinette’s cheek. “This is why you’re the perfect Ladybug. You care deeply with your heart and are always determined to help with every fiber of your being.”

“Thanks, Tikki.” She said as she nudged her finger against her head. Marinette then heard the trap door open and then Chat walk onto the balcony. “Now let me bring these up for us to eat and chat.”

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Marinette and Chat sipped on their cocoa as the pastries sat idly on the table. They each narrowed their eyes towards each other, waiting for someone to strike first. Then in a quick motion, they both stuck out their clenched fists and smacked it against their open palm three times until they ended the beats with their chosen weapon.

“Ha! Paper beats rock! I win!” Marinette said as she grabbed the last éclair on the plate.

Chat downplayed the score. “I let you win. I didn’t want that éclair anyways.”

“Aww. The kitten is mad. Don’t worry, there’s another one downstairs that I can grab.”

He sputtered. “Then why did we fight for it?”

“Because it’s just better to compete a little for it. Plus, I like watching you lose. Your pout is cute.”

“My pout is not cute.” He brought the mug to his lips to hide said pout.

“Yes, it is and you know it.”

Chat smirked into his cup. “Fine. You win... again.”

“So, since I win...” Marinette placed her mug onto the table and snuggled back into her blanket, “why don’t you tell me why you’re really here. There’s no pressure, but I know you like to talk it out whenever you can.”

“Okay.” He let out a defeated sigh. “Do you know how I came by today and looked like an actual cat because Sorceress turned me into one?” She nodded. “Well, I had a tag beside my bell. I noticed it, but not sure if you did.”

“No. You were too busy scaring me with your meowing.”

“That was so funny.”

“No, it wasn’t and you know it.”

“Yes, but that’s beside the point. So, back to the tag. I was surprised by what I saw. On the tag, I mean. Ladybug asked if my civilian name was on it and it scared me that that was a possibility. But luckily it wasn’t and I’m grateful for that. Last thing I needed was for the world to know who I was because of a nametag. But what I wasn’t expecting was the name on the nametag.”

Marinette watched as Chat huffed out a bitter laugh. “You would think that being in a home, even as lonely as mine, you would still have at least one family member that cares about you. At least enough care that the name would be on it. But that wasn’t the case. I guess it was never the case.”

Marinette just sat there listening to every word he had to say. Tears were brimming her eyes and she tried her hardest to just listen without crying.

“I’ve never told anyone this, not even Ladybug, but the reason I have a bell around my neck is because I’ve always wanted a loving home. Kind of like a cat who finally has a home to call their own. The fact that this tag had someone else’s name on it just proved what I always felt was true, but I continuously denied it to avoid the pain.

“Marinette, your name was on my tag. Not my father’s, not my late mother’s, not even my aunt or cousin or grandparents. It was your name.”

Tears brimmed his own eyes as her eyes shed theirs. “Marinette, you are my best friend. I come to you when I have a hard time because you never shoo me away. You always care, always listen, and you never judge me. I feel free when I come here and I know it’s not a façade that you put up just to deal with me. I know this is who you are and you have no idea how much your kindness makes me feel.

“I just want to thank you. The last year has made me the happiest, longer than I can remember. I know I’ve never told you this before, and I’m sorry for dumping this all on you. But just- thank you. Thank you so much for being you.”

Marinette jumped up and engulfed him in a tight hug. “Chat. You will always be considered family to me, never forget that. I will never shoo you away for anything and I will always be here whenever you need me. Asleep or not. Wake me up, steal me away, I don’t care. If you need me, find me. I’ll always be here for you.”

All he could do was squeeze her harder as the tears fell down his face. He answered her with a simple whisper, one barely enough to be heard above their erratic heartbeats, “Thank you.”

#marichat #marinette x chat noir #miraculous ladybug fanfic #ml fanfiction #marichatmay2020

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yellowroseanddreamstorm · 4 years

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Chapter 2: The Rebels

It wasn't long before the liberation of Necromas' territory was underway. The Dawn members acted with great haste, removing workers from the camps and getting them into proper homes, medical treatment, food, whatever they needed and apprehending any of Necromas' remaining forces that were refusing to surrender. It was a slow process but it was something wonderful to see nonetheless.

Especially for The Dawn's leader, Admiral Nari Wong.

Nari smiled as she observed all the activities going on around her, doing her part of making sure everything stayed orderly and provided aid when she could.

I'm just happy we finally got another place liberated. Finally making more dents in the Ecliptic Claw's territory.

"And then, SHINK! The mane came clean off!"

"Whoa…"

Nari turned her attention over to a group of liberated camp workers who were talking over an open fire and meal. More specifically, a young one of the bunch seemed to be telling some kind of story.

"What happened after that?" one of the worker's asked.

"After that, Leonideas declared the territory was no longer Necromas' or the Ecliptic Claw's then just walked off after letting out a huge roar. I don't know how he did that but it was amazing and chilling at the same time."

Nari gave a flat look at the mention of Leonideas' name.

Ah… That explains why the raid worked out so well. Our old lion friend.

Nari sighed, shaking her head.

She didn't hate Leonideas. Far from it. However… he was a little annoying in her eyes... and a pain at times. Mainly in the fact no matter how many times they had tried, he had never sworn allegiance to The Dawn. He was fine with helping them but he didn't want to be affiliated with them. For some reason. He never disclosed why.

Regardless, Leonideas had been a huge help to The Dawn in recent times but Nari couldn't help but be weary about the man. A man who only follows his own motives was something to be cautious about. After all, said motives could possibly one day conflict with theirs.

For now… she was grateful for the time being he was useful to them.

Let's just hope it stays that way.

"Admiral Wong."

Nari looked to the side to see two soldiers approaching her. They gave a salute before speaking again.

"We've received word from King Solleo of Aurorias that Princess Elara is on her way to the planet to provide resources and aid to our cause."

"Ah, perfect. Please keep an eye for her ship then and ensure she arrives here safely. Last thing we need is the Ecliptic Claw getting their hands on her. When she has arrived, please bring her to me right away."

The soliders saluted again.

"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am!"

Nari smiled, nodding.

"You two are dismissed."

Both left without another word, leaving Nari to her work.

A liberated dome and a new source of relief on the way.

Nari chuckled

Today is a good day.

oooooo

The outside world of the domes was a mystery to many. Some wondered if it was just as bad as the insides of the domes or if it was better. No one was really sure… except for those who did roam the outside areas. Be it members of The Dawn… or those hiding in the shadows, going about their services in their own ways. Having goals of their own to tend to.

Unlike popular rumors of those in the domes, the Earth outside was beautiful. Lush vegetation, clean air and skies that at the moment of time were a beautiful gradient of orange and red. As much damage as the Ecliptic Claw had done to the spirits of those who inhabited the Earth, they had in an odd way helped the planet heal from some man made causes.

The young alien hummed to herself as she led a group of Pantherians, young and old in a straight line. Where they were going, they weren't sure but as far they knew, the bug like alien had promised they would be safe. As did her human companion.

Her six legs had a rhythm to them as she continued on, twirling her staff a bit.

"Gotta say, Leonideas really put on a show today, don't ya think Jim?" the alien asked her human companion.

Jim nodded, folding his arms behind his head.

"Oh yeah, never fails to show who's boss. Though…" There was a glint in his eye. "He's gonna be hearing about those claw marks on his back from his medic."

The alien girl brought a hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh too loud before leaning in close to Jim, whispering to him so the Pantherians behind them couldn't hear.

"Are you gonna need a big needle?"

Jim chuckled.

"Maybe, Laika, maybe."

Jim stumbled a bit as a young Pantherian tugged at his arm.

"Mr. Human?" They asked, their tail swishing. "Where are we going?"

Jim gave a gentle look, patting their head, giving a small scratch behind the ears.

"Somewhere where you will all be safe from the Ecliptic Claw and from… not so accepting members of The Dawn."

Laika frowned at this.

"Hate the fact we have to do this with that second factor in mind but… given what's going on right now…"

Jim sighed.

"Yeah, just better to be safe than sorry."

They soon came upon an opening in the ground that had a set of stairs in it. At the bottom of those stairs, was a warp panel.

Jim and Laika turned to the Pantherians.

"This will take you to a hidden base on the moon." Jim explained. "After you pass through this portal, there is no returning to Earth for a while. It is your choice if you wish to stay here or to go."

Jim and Laika stepped aside, waiting to see how the group would respond. It was a moment before Pantherians started to walk up to the warp panel. One by one they disappeared from site. Laika and Jim made note that only a few had decided to not go. They didn't chase them though. Their choice was theirs and they wanted to respect that.

Soon, it was just the two of them… well, so to speak.

Laika looked around before making a chirping noise.

"Here, Kiwi!"

A kiwi bird emerged from a hiding spot, scurrying over to her, making its way onto her shoulder. Laika smiled, nuzzling the bird.

"There you are. Keep the portal nice and safe for us?"

"Chirp!"

"That's my girl."

Jim chuckled, before looking around, making clicking noises with his tongue.

"Abyss! Here kitty!"

It was a minute or so before a black cat with long fluffy fur emerged from its hiding spot, its yellow green eyes glimmering a bit in the dark setting. The cat ran straight up to Jim, nuzzling his legs.

"There's my boy." Jim stroked the cat's fur. "Kept Kiwi out of trouble?"

"Mew!"

"Oh haha." Laika smirked. "More like my Kiwi kept Abyss out of trouble."

"... Point taken." Jim lifted Abyss into his arms. "Regardless, they got each other's backs."

"Just like we have each other's backs."

"Yup… Now, just need to find Xross."

"You rang?"

Laika and Jim looked to the staircase, seeing a young man dressed in clothes with purple glowing designs and a cloak on over it. His purple eyes glinted with mischief as he approached them.

"There's our man of the hour." Jim chuckled, placing a hand on his shoulder once he was close enough. "Holding up alright, Xross?"

"Yeah. Necromas wasn't too bad. Only thing that currently hates me is my back." Xross gave a sheepish look. "Speaking of, think you could…?"

"Let's set up a camp then I'll work on treating ya."

"I'll get the campfire ready!" Laika grinned, hurrying out. "We're gonna feast tonight!"

Jim chuckled.

"She's been going on and on about us having Martian fish soup. Should've seen how excited she got when she was able to buy some Martian fish at the market."

"Ah, I see." Xross grinned. "Well, I look forward to trying it."

"Me too, but first, let's treat that back of yours."

Xross gave a nod, following Jim out of the opening in the ground.

Laika was already busy at work setting up a small fire and a cook pot. She hummed to herself as she got her ingredients together, Kiwi setting up her tools for her.

"Med bed is ready for use." Laika pointed to a bed roll that wasn't too far from her set up. "Do as you please."

"Thank you." Jim nodded, shedding off his back pack. "Alright, Xross, let's see the damage."

Xross nodded, removing his cloak, shirt and chest plate before lying down on the bed roll on his stomach.

"Do your worst, Bro."

Jim smirked, examining Xross' back.

Xross had done a quick patch job with some gauze and tape over the claw marks, both soaked in quite a bit of blood. Jim carefully removed them, getting a better look at the injuries. They weren't deep, thankfully, but there were some minor burns and slight skin irritation.

"Okay, not too bad. A quick disinfectant should do the trick on the burns and irritation. No stitches this time… save maybe for your battle clothes."

"Already fixed them up." Xross closed his eyes, grinning. "Nano sewing bots make clothing repair so easy."

"That they do." Jim smirked, digging into his backpack and pulling out his tools, getting to work. "Though I hope you're not saying that just to make me feel good about my little inventions."

"I'm serious." Xross had a glint in his eyes. "I wouldn't swipe them for no good reason."

"I'd like them back once I'm done with treating you here. My little bots should not be anywhere near battlefields."

"Hey! I kept them safe-"

Jim gave Xross a small poke on one of the claw marks.

"Ow!"

"Says the guy who was near fire and could've gotten mauled by a Pantherian if he wasn't careful."

"I won, didn't I?"

Jim rolled his eyes, finishing up his treatment on Xross' back.

"Next time, just leave the bots with me and I'll patch everything when you get back, okay?"

Xross sighed, shaking his head.

"Alright, alright, fair enough. I know how much you value your babies."

"Yup and done." Jim put his tools away, dusting off his hands.

Xross sat up, quickly slipping his shirt, chest armor and cloak back on.

"Thank you."

"Anytime. Now, you better rest for the day and give those claw marks time to heal."

"Mew!"

Abyss climbed up into Xross' lap, purring loudly.

"And Abyss here is gonna make sure of that."

Xross chuckled, scratching the cat behind his ears.

"Oh, yeah. No on dares defy the cat on lap rule. Besides, a rest sounds great right now. I love helping people as Leonideas but right now, I just wanna be Xross and relax for a bit."

"Sounds good to me." Jim sat down next to him. "We can kick more Ecliptic Claw butts another day."

"Exactly."

They looked over to Laika, seeing she was busy at work, her and Kiwi dancing a bit as they worked around the cookpot.

"Hey, Lai Lai, how long till we feast?" Xross asked.

"Gonna need another hour." She kept her eyes on the pot. "Gotta cook the fish just right to get all the juices and such. It's gonna be good." Her mouth watered. "I haven't had this in years and I hope I can make it just as good as Mama does."

"I'm sure you will." Jim smiled. "If you need any help don't be afraid to ask."

"Thanks but I got this." Laika giggled. "You two relax."

"Very well."

"If you insist."

The three sat in silence. Well, mostly silence, save Laika's humming of Martian songs and Kiwi chirping along with her and Abyss' purring. Xross and Jim got lost in looking up at the sky, counting stars as they started to appear.

"I'm at 299, you?" Xross asked.

"500." Jim smirked. "501… 502…"

"Oh shut it."

Xross focused on trying to count faster, tuning everything else out. His concentration broke however as he saw a light streak across the sky. His eyes widened as he saw it increase in size, the streak making its way down the sky.

"You seeing this?" Xross asked.

"I am." Jim got up.

Abyss hopped out of Xross' lap as he stood up as well. Laika looked to the sky, her eyes wide with wonder.

"A shooting star?" she asked.

"Maybe?" Jim narrowed his eyes. "It's still going too."

The streak soon came to the horizon line, its size indicating it was close to their location. There was a loud boom and shaking as it hit the ground, a flash of light in the distance.

"I… don't think that was a comet." Xross looked upward, noting two other streaks of light in the sky. Spaceship streaks. "... I gotta check it out."

Xross dug into his backpack, pulling out what looked like a headset with lion ears on it. He slipped it on, tapping a button as his lion helmet appeared over his head and face. Without another word, he bolted towards the crash sight.

"H-Hey! Xross!" Jim yelled, chasing after him. "Wait for me!"

Laika stayed where she was, Kiwi and Abyss standing by her sides. She shook her head, focusing on the cookpot again.

"And thus another night for this rag tag team..."

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soranihimawari · 4 years

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A stroke of luck

Here is a short story I wrote instead of a drabble. Please be kind (it’s been a while since I wrote in 1st person):

taglist: @kaidasen, @m0nstergeneration20xx, @oikawaandkuroostan, @smolbludandelions

Notes: a different hc/mini-hc will happen about natsu and “ono-sama” on a different date later in the summer.

this takes place a little after the first loss to seijoh and the tokyo training art is a few weeks away. a practice match is set up with nekoma due to takeda and ukai’s swift thinking.

Begin here ::points down::

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“Oi! Natsu-chan! Wait for me!” I called out to the younger of the Hinata siblings as she scurried off around the corner. I received a text from her mother asking if I could babysit tonight since her son had evening club practice and since my house wasn’t too far from theirs, I humbly agreed. Afterall, I loved little Natsu. Her energy was quite like her brother’s. However, this is not a story about Shoyo’s antics with the club. Today was going to be a “princess day,” as dubbed by Natsu when she came to visit the Karasuno campus. I had explained to her on our walk over that I had left my lunch box behind in my last class, which was photoprahy. The darkroom was located close to the gym where the boy’s volleyball club was in the middle of practice. I literally turned around for one second in the darkroom when I noticed that Natsu had wondered off.

I didn’t really panic though when I heard her voice cry out, “Niii-chaaaaan!”

Oh shit. I came jogging up to the corridor and I thought I was going to lay my eyes on a teary eyed Natsu. I tried to think of viable excuses as to what Hinata’s mother, yet although I believe she would of expected something of the sort to happen eventually because as they say, “the apples don’t fall far from the tree.”

Thankfully that wasn’t the case, but I observed that Takeda-sensei was looking in my general direction along with the other coach. My lunch box was still in my hands when I heard Natsu call my name since the boys were also not alone that day. There was another club with them today. Unmistakably clad in the colors of red, white, and black; then deja vu threw my memory back a bit since Hinata mentioned he made a new friend. The battle of trash heap was real and apparently the visiting team today was from Nekoma. Upon closer inspection of the kanji and western alphabet on the side of their track jackets strewn across several of the bleachers, at least that was what I had deduced.

“Natsu-chan? What are you doing here? Wait,” Natsu was scooped up by her brother, who was in a state of confused surprise. “Was I supposed to pick you up today?”

Natsu just giggled and babbled on with sounds of delight of seeing her brother and his team again mid-practice.

“Hinata-kun... Umm... W-Who’s this?”

I heard one of the managers say. She was an adorable blonde first year as well. I recognized her because although I may have been in my third year, I noticed her around campus with Shizumi-san. Shizumi-san and I shared a class or two this year, so it honestly didn’t surprise me to see them all there and now both teams surrounded the sunshine children. I was eerily quiet, witnessing this interaction was for more appealing than retrieving my bento successfully.

“I’m Hinata Natsu!” she was so eager when she smiled. Her tiny thumb jutted outward as she pointed to her puffed out chest.

I walked toward the group with my hand behind my neck while I glanced at Daichi and the rooster haired boy who towered slightly over him. Judging that they were side by side and didn’t really notice my arrival, they were startled when my cleared my throat with a smirk curing my upper lip higher.

“Fearless this one, that’s for sure,” I said. My voice had a joking tone. As soon as my voice broke through the huddle of volleyball players, I laughed nervously before bowing apologetically, hiding my lunch box behind my back.

“Ono-sama!” Natsu exclaimed with a wave.

“Sorry for the interruption,” I stated as soon as I stood up. “I left my lunch bento in the darkroom earlier today and I was supposed to be watching over Natsu today Sho-kun. I guess she heard the game going on here and wandered in.”

Natsu was placed on the ground with a soft thud of her shoes before she took a hold of my hand. I brushed my long hair behind my ear glancing at the captains. Takeda-sensei told me it was ok since Natsu was a family member, since life tends to throw curveballs literally; and all was forgiven. Even Nekoma’s coach was chuckling since the score was still in the single digits of the second set. Apparently, the old man appreciated seeing just how close the bonds of siblings can play in shaping the mindsets of any athlete.

Now that all eyes and the excitement of this cute distraction took place, I felt Natsu squeeze my hand gently. She usually does this when she felt inadverntly shy around new people. I guess having Nekoma here for a practice match really sunk in.

“You’re gorgeous,” I heard one of the Nekoma players say. The voice belonged to the rooster haired boy. He was bold, but I saw the looks what I would assume his vice captain with a pudding styled hair gave him (slightly to severely annoyed). I noticed how he eyed me too after the fact Natsu greeted me formally. My instinct was to not give into such comments about my physical appearance as much, but it’d be foolish of me to not humour myself (and those present).

“Ono-sama! He’s really prince-like. Say something!” Natsu whispered loudly. Earning her a quirked brow from me as well as a few amused looks from the crows on my side. Upon further inspection, I was able to read the room. The boys were itching to go back to practice, especially the first years. I winked at Natsu and brought a finger to my lips.

“We’re supposed to be princesses today little one,” I said, chuckling letting the others know the game Natsu was wanting to play, hence my formal name.

“Woah, she even laughs prettily,” I heard him whisper.

“Kuroo, you’re embarrassing us,” his cohort with pudding hair said.

“Back off, she’s ours!” Noya exclaimed. Tanaka nodded. Those two jumped in the space between myself at the captain of the visiting team. Daichi shot his underclassmen a glare which froze those two in their place.

“Well, we ought to go now, Natsu. Seems like your brother and his friends have a score to settle,” I stated in a matter of fact tone. “Oh, and Kuroo, was it?” I walked straight toward his team after giving Natsu my lunch bento to hold.

“Y-yeah?”

“Ever wonder what it’s like to witness a murder, kitty cat?” My voice was menacing at best, but my eyes had a mischievous glint in them. “Because I believe you will one day. I look forward to seeing an official match. Until then, see you.”

He backed up a little bit. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the foreboding shadows of the crows’ behind me. They were a lot stronger together than they were apart (one of my classmates asked me to come along to one of their games in Sendai city a few weeks ago and I recall saying this to her). Anyways, that didn’t stop me from walking back toward Daichi and Koushi before pressing a kiss for luck on both of their cheeks which caused them to briefly short circuit.

“Good luck boys,” there was a smile in my voice amidst the hollering of their teammates. “Come along Natsu, we can’t reschedule the tea party with the royal guards again.”

A few steps were taken before I felt a tug on my sleeve. Natsu and I were almost at the front side gate of Karasuno when her curiosity got the better of her:

“O-ok Ono! Wait, what’s a ‘murder’?”

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kurtty-drabbles · 4 years

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B- favorite body part, theirs and partner anyverse

N/A: Ok, let´s see what I can do. Canon verse but my canon.

@dannybagpipesarecalling @djinmer4 @bamfoftheundead @everykurt

Kurt: People seem to love Beauty and the Beast in any version to the point when Kurtty happens, courtesy of Bobby who named them according to their first names, people begin bombing him with jokes of Beauty and the Beast. Some rude people (cough Quire) mentioned how Kitty is not the typical woman he is often associated with in the past.

And for those mentions, Kurt can always be extra rude and make sure Quire to have a "fun" time in the danger room without his powers and will let him run.

When people, having a love for their lives and having more tact to make certain questions, inquiry what Kurt believes to be Kitty´s best feature and Kurt loves to speak about Kitty´s beauty(he has no idea why people or even him take a while to notice how beautiful she is in all the sense of the meaning)

"I love her hair. Fluffy, curly ...hers"

Kitty: She was never one to like Princesses and has little patience for Disney, even more now as Disney is an evil monopoly, but, she can see the similarities of Beauty and the Beast and "Kurtty". Of course, the others see too and often make questions to Kitty and most of those questions make Kitty uncomfortable.

The most innocent ones, however, Kitty can answer without a problem. Her students often ask what´s Kurt´s best feature and is an interesting question as Kurt loves to take photos or be in photos.

"His eyes...I like how his eyes are golden and without pupils"

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Diatri’s Tales

Kind of an insider fun story thing. How to describe this story... Think Pet’s movie lol, talking animals. Two cats find themselves stuck in a house together and they eventually run away to start a new adventure, meeting many friends along the way :) follow the link for Cat language definitions. @diabl0o co-author @kuroshironekoserver contributors 4k+ words, will be a mini-series.

Chapter 1: How It All Started

She looks at the ticking machine on the wall flashing 5:00 and stretches one more time, rocking backward until she feels her spine crack and muscles loosen. Petri yawns giving the carpet a few good kneads… and sharpens her claws for good measure on the shag before circling into a ball. It wouldn’t be long till the two-legged creatures, the ones that called themselves her owners would be back. They usually came back around the darkness time.

It’s been a perfect life. Many seasons have passed in the comfort of this home. Home, is what they had called it the day they brought her here. This is your new home Petri! Whatever, she had thought back then, it’s warm, dry, with three meals a day, it was luxurious. And the best part, no other animals. Ugh, the days at that stupid, noisy pet shop surrounded by other cats and puppies and rodents and birds were a memory she happily forgot all about. Thank goodness, she began to purr to herself, a pretty little white kitten had been too cute to pass up.

They were good owners to her. She’d hated the name the pet shop had given her, but these creatures changed it to Petri. It was cute enough, she guessed. Played with her when she wanted it, left her alone when she wasn’t in the mood. She gave them affection as she saw fit and that seemed to be enough to keep these creatures happy. The treats could be a little more frequent but hey, a girl does need to watch her figure.

Soon enough Petri heard the familiar jangle of metal and popped open an eye. ‘Perfect timing, I was just getting hungry.’ She rises to her feet slowly as the door opens ready to put on the act. “Moow mow…” Petri pauses, what is that scent?

“Guess what Petri,” the female owner walks over and begins to pet her with a big smile plastered on its face. “We have a surprise for you and we think you’re gonna love it!”

Based on the smell, Petri was already starting to think of what she could destroy of theirs. How dare these creatures bring home a…

“It’s a new playmate!” the male creature places a black bundle of fur on the floor in front of her. “His name is Bob and he’s just the most adorable kitty!”

Petri cocks her head slightly, Bob? What a stupid sounding name. “Moow moow mow!”

“What’s that Petri? You like Bob already?” the creature’s grin at each other, “see I told you she’d be fine with a kitten,” the female owner pokes the male in the arm.

She glares at the other cat. “Mew!” Oh, this is some bullshit! But Bob, just sits there quietly with his head tilted slightly, the innocent little angel. Petri narrows her eyes at it, this kitten had the cutesy act all figured out!

“I bet you guys are hungry,” the female owner starts walking towards the kitchen. After grabbing a second bowl, it pours food into both bowls. “Come on guys,” it motions to the two cats, “come eat.”

Bob happily starts to walk over to the bowl, but Petri races there first. “Hissss!”

“Petri be nice,” the female owner moves the bowls a little further away from each other. “You each have your own bowl.” It then picks Bob up and places him in front of the new bowl. “There ya go little guy.” As it pets Bob, he begins to purr and happily eat his food.

This little punk! ‘Fine!’ It’s obvious to Petri she’ll have to wait until these owners weren’t around to do something to him. So, she walks cautiously over to her bowl and begins to eat, all the while still keeping Bob in her periphery.

As soon as the owner walks away, she can see his ear tracking the sound of its footsteps, and when they hear a door open and close, Petri hisses low, “I so don’t want you here!”

Bob stops eating and looks at her. “Well hello to you too. It’s not like I had a choice miss kitty. And by the way, names Diablo not Bob.”

“Tch, well, Diablo, let’s get one thing straight, I’m the queen of this house,” she points a paw at him, “so don’t you be thinking about any funny business or messing with my things!”

“But I’m just an innocent little pus pus,” he curls his ears down, widening his eyes into a cute, and well performed expression.

But Petri wasn’t buying it. She narrows her eyes and flattens her ears, “that works with those two-legged creatures, but not with me.”

“Fine.” Diablo sits up, cocking his head to the side, his tail flicking back and forth in a mindless manner. “So, you figured me all out have ya?” He cracks open his mouth in a grin like manner, letting a fang show through. “I doubt that Princess. Better get used to me, cause I’m here to stay.”

“We’ll see about that.” Petri’s own tail flicks at a faster pace as her annoyance grows. This cocky little kitten! How dare he come in here and start telling her what’s the deal! “It was nice and quiet without you, and I intend for it to stay that way.” She rises to her feet, snobbing the other cat and raising her tail straight up to it, “just don’t get in my way Diablo,” then walks away in a hiss.

“Bitch.” he swears under his breath.

“I heard that!”

Oh he’d made sure she would hear him. This Petri chick didn’t even know him and assumed he’d be a problem! Well truthfully, he could be a hellcat, but hey, she didn’t know that yet! Ugh! Diablo walks over to the living room, leaping up to a window sill, and sits down, staring out over the city skyline. This was a nice place, he had to admit, and those things that brought him here seem nice. Guess he couldn’t blame Petri for being territorial. “Mew…” he shouldn’t blame her. Diablo lays down. Maybe he should try playing nice. It would suck to get sent back to the pound. ‘I’ll turn on the charm,’ he grins to himself and closes his eyes, ‘That’ll win her to my side!’

She tracked him from behind the recliner, watching as he moved to the window sill. “Mew!” When she’d first been brought here, she’d been so nervous at the new surroundings, and yet this cat sure had a lot of confidence. ‘Look at him, getting all comfortable already!’ Truthfully, Petri wished she could do the same. Being the only cat in the house meant she hadn’t needed to deal with such anxieties, but now… ugh! Okay, so maybe she could have been nicer to him, it’s not like he did anything to upset her, except with his presence. Her ears lower in shame, “Mooow…” ‘I’ll apologize in the morning.’

“Petri! Bob! Breakfast!” The call of the creatures coupled with the sounds of dry cat food clinking into their food bowls, rouses the two cats awake.

Knowing the routine, Petri is the first to arrive, giving the creatures her customary rubs against their legs to send them on their way. “Meow, Mow Mow, Prrr.”

“Be good now Petri,” the female owner, gives her a couple of under chin scratches. “And be nice to Bob, he’s here to keep you company.”

‘Yeah, yeah…’ “Nyaa.”

The female gives her a few last scratches, “awww!” Just then Diablo comes walking up, still yawning. “Bob, come eat breakfast,” the female owner taps his bowl.

He saunters up, gaining a customary pat on the head from the female, before rubbing along her leg as a morning hello, “Meow.”

Both cats sit and wait next to their bowls, watching as the owners grab their things and leave for the day, ears tracking the sounds of them leaving. As soon as they could no longer hear footsteps, they both chime up at the same moment.

“Hey, look…”

“I just wanted…”

Petri turns her head away, “look I just wanted to say sorry. I was mean to you just for being here and that wasn’t nice.”

Oh ho! She was apologizing! Diablo muses to himself, this was going to be even easier than he’d expected! “Prrr,” he slinks up, rubbing against her, “we started off wrong, let’s start over.”

At first she flinches at the contact, but eases up when he doesn’t relent and rubs against her a couple more times. “Nyaa,” Petri dips her head, “I agree we should.”

“Moow.” Satisfied that he now had the upper hand, Diablo moves over to his dish to eat, with Petri following suit right after. She must have been sheltered for most of her life, he wonders at the ease of changing her tune. ‘Or something,’ he couldn’t yet tell. She was on the smaller side, maybe the runt of the litter? Those can start off life struggling, often pushed to the side. These creatures saving her and bringing her here probably saved her life. ‘Or I’m being melodramatic.’ But he doubted she’d tell him anything right now, so he tucks that question away for a future date.

As Petri watched the black ball of hyper energy chasing after the laser beam, she couldn’t help but chuckle. Their owners were having a grand old time sending Diablo skittering across the carpet or even up a couple of walls, and he seemed happy to oblige. He was rarely one to play along if it wasn’t his own decision, but the laser beam turned out to be his Achilles' heel. They’d keep him going for so long, he’d pant, wide-mouthed and heavy for several minutes trying to calm his heart again. But the best part was the catnip treats afterwards. Petri suspected it was a sneaky ploy to keep the kitten from being too active overnight. Wind him up, then zonk him out. It was amusing as hell! If only those two-legged creatures knew, Diablo wasn’t much of a night kitty like she had been at his age.

“How ya feelin’ Di?” Petri stands over Diablo who was currently belly up, paws curled in the air, with constricted pupils and a loopy expression on his face. Her face was upside down and counter to his; a bright but bemused look to her.

He cocks his head to the side. “Petri that you? Why yous upside-down?”

She laughs and bops him on the nose with her paw, “silly, you’re the one upside-down!”

“Nas not, whoa…” his eyes refocus, staring straight up at her. “Prrr… this is so cool!”

“Weirdo, that cat nip sure does a number on ya.” But as he continues to stare at her, she starts to feel a little uncomfortable. “Why,” Petri takes a step away, “do you keep staring at me like that?”

After a brief pause, he nods his head for seemingly no reason as a seriously dangerous look crosses his face. “Prrr... I’m gonna take your soul.”

Petri blinks. “That’s the catnip talking, Di just go to sleep,” she laughs.

“Mew. Nay is truth. I don’ lie.”

“Okay,” she chuckles nervously, “I believe you demon cat,” petting his head, “now just close your eyes and go to sleep.”

“Prrr… Meow mow Petri.”

“Meow mow Diablo.”

Once she was certain he’d finally fallen asleep, Petri curled up next to him. Barely a month and this damn little cat really was working his way into her heart. Maybe it wasn’t so bad having another cat here after all. He did liven the place up. With their owners gone most of the day on many days, she wasn’t alone as much. She couldn’t lie that sometimes she misses the peace and quiet but, he was growing on her.

She was almost asleep when a tail to the face and added weight roused her. Diablo had rolled over to his side from his upside-down position, partially on top of her. ‘Ugh,’ and just when she was starting to get comfortable! She tries to push him off, but he just rolls right back like a dead weight, inflatable bopper doll. Unable to move him, and too lazy to move away, she pins his tail and foot from moving, using them as a cushion. ‘I’m gonna bite him if he complains tomorrow!’

Things settled into a comfortable routine for the two cats. Much of their days spent lounging about as typical felines will do. When birds would come by the windows, they’d taunt them. The occasional bug would die by one or both of their paws. Sometimes Diablo would even get Petri to play with the toys with him, fighting over a particular soft, catnip infused mouse. Their owners really should get more than one of these damn things! Did they forget that there's two of them in the house now?

He’d even grown bigger since arriving at the house, most likely to his adult size, almost able to place his head atop hers when standing beside each other. Not the biggest cat she’d ever seen, but what he lacked in size, he definitely made up for in sheer muscle compared to her. Diablo was much more active than she ever was and that had to add to his weight. ‘Tch, that’s why he tends to win when we play.’ If he really wanted to win a toy, he’d simply get her pinned and steal it from her. Most of the time Petri let him win anyways, too lazy to keep going.

“Don’t you ever wonder what it would be like to live out there?” Diablo asked her one day as they both lay on the window sill. It was a beautiful one at that, blue skies with scattered white clouds and a nice breeze coming through the screen. On days like these, he dreamed of living on the outside, unattached to these two-legged creatures, in the wild, maybe even a forest or something. He remembered seeing one behind the adoption place his owners found him at. At least he assumed it was a forest according to the stuff he saw on the picture screen they sometimes watched, filled with lots of trees and other animals. Water would be nice too. He hated baths, but he loved water.

“I’ve never thought about it,” Petri responds. “Being inside is all I’ve ever known.” She looks at him, “why do you ask?”

“Just being a curious pus pus,” was all he said before turning back to the window.

Petri simply chalked it up as one of his incessant questions. Sometimes Diablo would get into these moments, curious about anything and everything. He was the first cat she’d ever seen watch the picture screen along with the two-legged creatures. Well, then again, he was the only other cat outside of the pet store she’d ever met, but still, it seemed a bit odd to her.

A couple of seasons come and go, the hot yucky season finally letting up into the cooler times where the colors of the leaves start to change. She loved this time of year. They were lucky in that the street next to the apartment was lined with trees that had such leaves, it was like watching magic! Petri could sit there all day watching it happen. Diablo seemed to enjoy the scenery as well, though lately he’d seemed a little more distracted than most days. For her watching the outside world was just an amusement, but for him, it was as if he was daydreaming. She wasn’t exactly sure what he was thinking, but assumed if he wanted to tell her, he felt like it.

“Moow mow,” Diablo siddles up next to where Petri is sleeping along the couch’s headrest area, taking a seat below her, paws kneading the plush cushion to expend energy. “Petriiiii!” He whines, “I’m bored.”

She cracks open one eye and sees him looking up at her with expectancy. “That’s what the toys are for Di.” Petri closes her eyes trying to ignore him. Really? He’s been here long enough to know that she hated being woken up in the early morning!

“But Petriiii, I don’t wanna play with the toys. I rather bug ya!”

Oh for the love of! “Mew!”

“Aww come on Petri don’t say no,” the whine intensifying from the black fur ball, “I’ve got a lot of energy but the toys are getting boring!”

“Not my fault you’re a morning cat!” she hisses back. “The sun ain’t even up yet.”

“Mooow,” he cries, “it’s not just that.” Diablo jumps up and sits in front of her. “All we do here is eat, sleep, play, do it again. I stare out the window and keeping thinking about what it might be like to live outside. Even all the cool looking stuff on the picture thing the creatures sit in front of has all those cool looking stuff about animals. There’s so much we don’t know about being stuck in here.”

His quiet tirade brings Petri to life. She sits up, tilting her head curiously. “So, what are you saying Di? You don’t like it here anymore?”

“Mew. Well, I don’t hate being here, it’s mostly cause I’m bored.”

“Mooow. Y-you’d leave me here to be alone again?” Petri cringes away. She was so used to having him around now, that she almost couldn’t remember what it was like before, and what she did, brought out suppressed feelings of loneliness. Her ears lower in sorrow. “Mooow.”

“Aww,” Diablo gets up and brushes against her body, “prrr,” bumping his head under hers. “Mooow mow, have I charmed you that much Petri, you’ll be sad if I go?”

“Tch,” she pushes him off a little flustered. Even though he had done just as he was accusing, she didn’t need to admit it. “I’ll just get lonely, that’s why I’ll be sad. You made me realize it was boring being by myself in this place.”

“Then come with me,” he retorts. “You don’t have to stay stuck here.”

“Oh, and how are you gonna get out?”

“See that screen,” Diablo points with his paw at one of the living room windows, “it’s loose, I can push it out.”

He really was serious! “I don’t know… How would we eat, where would we sleep? There’s dogs and those big moving metal things out there, and…”

“Hey,” he moves in closer, placing a paw on her head, “we’ll be fine, we can totally do this Petri.”

“I need to think about it,” she moves away hesitantly, “I trust you, but I don’t know if I could handle it.” Her nerves were already fraying at the seams from just the thought of being out of her comfort zone. Here in the apartment, she knew every nook and cranny, every creature’s routine for better or for worse, but out there was a total unknown.

Diablo sighs, “well, I’m leaving before the creatures wake up.” After rising to his feet, he rubs against her one more time to tease. “You think about it Petri, and if you ever decide to leave, maybe we’ll run into each other again.” He jumps over to the window, hitting the screen hard, twice before finally popping out the edge. “Mow mow!” he waves a paw, and heads out into the still dark morning hours.

Petri quickly jumps over to the window, watching his fleeting shadow slowly fade into the darkness. He was really gone, and if that wasn’t bad enough, the overwhelming sense of stillness that permeated the apartment began to creep into her bones. ‘Is this how quiet it used to be?’ She wonders to herself. Faint sounds of the outside world were all that broke the dead calm of a sleeping apartment. Her ears curl down and she plants herself next to the window, replaying his words. ‘Could we really do it? Start over fresh in a new environment?’ Shivers run along her skin at the idea. Diablo had a knack for making her leave her comfort zones, but this would be the biggest leap she’d made in her short life. Was she willing to risk so much for a cat she’s only known for less than a year over owners that have sheltered her for much longer? A big part of her wanted to jump at the opportunity to follow him. He was her kind after all, and isn’t it better to stick with your own? “Mooow!” Petri didn’t know what to do.

By the time the first noises came from the creatures room to indicate they were waking up, Petri still hadn’t stirred from her roost. She stayed put as they moved about the apartment in their normal routines, sounds and smells of the coffee maker bubbling, gathering of stuff they take with them when they leave, she could be blinded and still know exactly what was going on. ‘Is this what he meant?’ The same old thing over and over… She guessed it made sense why Diablo found this all so boring. They were things she’d never really paid attention to, but in her defense, she could be a little airy.

“Petri! Bob! Breakfast!” clinking of their food into the bowl, but she stays her post.

A few minutes pass.

“Petri! Bob! It’s food time!” Again she hears her owners call, and again she makes no effort to move. “Hun, have you seen the cats?” Petri hears the female creature ask the male who responded with a ‘no.’

A couple more minutes pass before she hears the sounds of movement behind her, as her owner starts searching the apartment. “Petri, Bob, where are you guys?” It’s not a very big apartment, so it doesn’t take long for the female creature to find Petri next to the window. “Petri, there you…” it sees the open screen. “Oh no! Steve come quick! I think Bob got out!”

“Mooow!”

“I know, I know Petri,” the female rubs Petri’s head, “you must be so sad that your friend ran away.” Then the female pops the screen back into place and rushes away to find the male creature, leaving Petri alone again.

“Mooow!”

Petri can hear the owners arguing.

“I told you this was gonna be a problem Merida,” the male snaps at the female creature, “the pound said that black cat was a problem, but noooooo, you thought he was so cute, you just had to have him.”

“He’s been fine this whole time,” the female retorts. “This is probably just an accident.”

“The accident, is adopting that stupid fur ball and bringing him home. We already had one good cat who didn’t cause any problems and now look at her, she’s seems devastated that her friend is gone!”

“You know what Steve, I don’t have time for your I told you so’s! I’ll be late for work if I don’t leave now, but we will look for him after work!”

“Keh! You can look for him after work. I’m not gonna waste my time.”

Petri couldn’t believe her ears! This male creature was calling Diablo stupid! How dare that thing call her friend stupid! “Moow moow mow!” Diablo wasn’t a bad cat, he was just tired of being cooped up in this apartment. Ugh! Suddenly, the walls seemed to shrink inward, making Petri feel even worse and confused. On one hand the anxiety of following Diablo into the uncharted world outside licked at her psyche, but on the other, the overwhelming anger of knowing what an asshole of a creature her owner could be, made her stomach turn. It was too late to turn back the hands of time, what’s done is done, and now Petri wondered if she’d ever feel the same if she stayed in this apartment. She sure as hell wouldn’t be able to be friendly towards the male creature, but she would also break the females heart if she left too. This was such a hard decision!

She spent the next couple of days tossing the options back and forth, go, stay… Merely sticking to a basic routine of eating and staring out of the window. The female wasn’t coming home until later than usual, probably out looking for Diablo. The male would come home at his usual time, but didn’t really pay her any attention, and frankly, Petri was starting to realize, it was always like that. The female was the one who took care of them most of the time, not the male. Had this whole life been a lie?! This place was supposed to make her happy for the rest of her days but now, she was seeing it’s true colors.

Another night comes and goes, the early dawn set to approach in a few hours. Petri jumps back to the same window. These creature were still stupid enough to leave it open. She tests the screen with her paw, noticing a give to it. Maybe it was defective or damaged from Diablo pushing it out once before, but she was sure she could do the same. With one deep breath, Petri pounds against the screen with her body, popping it out.

She did it!

With one last look of goodbye, Petri steps out onto the metal balcony and breathes in the night air, willing herself the determination she would need to face the world. She had no idea where Diablo may have gone to. Was he close or far away by now? Petri turns her nose to the breeze the moment she hits the hard ground below, scenting for her friend. It was faint, but she swore she could smell some of his scent around. Either that or she was imagining it.

“Diablo!” Petri called out every few yards as she raced through the dead night. “Diablo!”

One block away, his scent grew stronger. “Diablo!” Petri heads in that direction. He had to be somewhere nearby! Ignoring her surroundings, she tracks the scent until it leads her to a dead end alley. Petri plops down to catch her breath. Where was he?! She hangs her head, well she shouldn’t have expected to find him so easily.

Till she hears a familiar snicker behind her. “Congratulations Petri, you’re free now.” She turns her head and sees the black cat sauntering up, tail raised high. “Are ya ready for our next adventure?”

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