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unfortunatelyilikebnha · 3 years

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Hi I’m a menace and to remind y’all of that today I’ll be ranking the bnha boys by how likely they are to wash their hands after using the bathroom <3

Midoriya: yes but only bc his mom drilled it into his head that he has to (and because he saw a cheesy video about the importance of washing your hands that all might starred in, but mostly bc his mom told him to). Everyone say thank you to Inko. 9/10

Todoroki: yes. Every time. But mostly because endeavor doesn’t (& probably told him it’s gay to do so or smth which is why he knows this) so Todoroki decided that means he has to. Don’t know whether this one is a win or a loss, but the conclusion is don’t shake hands with the number two hero <3. 10/10

Iida: yes I don’t think he likes the concept of germs. 10/10

Kirishima: you know....I am so torn on this one. I really want to believe that he does but my brain is telling me that he doesn’t. Actually wait I subscribe to the headcanon that he has two moms so surely they would teach him the importance of washing your hands after using the bathroom. 8/10

Kaminari: not until his female friends find out and yell at him for his lack of hygiene (and even then he still doesn’t see the big deal). Gross. 2/10

Aoyama: yes absolutely. “How can I be the most sparkling if my hands don’t sparkle too?” 10/10

Shoji: yes. Takes a long time in the bathroom bc he washes All his hands meticulously. 10/10

Sero: most of the time. 7/10

Sato: ykw my brain’s telling me yes so we’re gonna go with that. He bakes so he probably takes washing his hands seriously. 8/10

Tokoyami: listen I have no earthly idea. Maybe Tokoyami stans have more input on this but to me his mysterious aura extends to his bathroom habits. ???/10

Ojirou: uh. Probably? 7/10

Koda: another brain telling me yes moment. 8/10

Bakugou: yes but only because of his quirk. He also has to wash them before he uses the bathroom for the same reason. 15/10

M*neta: oh you already know there’s no way in hell this bitch washes his hands like ever. He has sticky little child hands. This contributes to yet somehow manages not to be the main reason why nobody will willingly touch him. -17/10

Monoma: I’m gonna say yes and if he ever finds out anyone from 1a doesn’t he will make fun of them for it for months. 9/10

Awase: I think so...he has a touch activated quirk so I hope so. 7/10

Kaibara: ok so he’s one of the 1b students I know less about but I’m going to say yes as well just a slightly less confident yes. 6/10

Kamakiri: yes...? Since his quirk makes blades I’d say that his parents probably taught him it was very important to have clean hands in case he accidentally cut himself or someone else (he doesn’t want to cause infections). 8/10

Kuroiro: I don’t know? Based on vibes I’d say 7/10

Shishida: oh absolutely. He’s said to be intellectual and polite when not in beast form so yes. 10/10

Shoda: yes. He’s the class vice rep and seems responsible so 8/10

Tsuburaba: the vibes he gives off say no, sorry :/ 4/10

Tetsutetsu: he gives off the same “he might not” vibes as Kirishima but I don’t think he was raised by lesbians so 5/10

Fukidashi: I’m gonna say yes. 7/10

Honenuki: ok so yes he does wash his hands after going to the bathroom but I feel like due to the nature of his quirk he’s likely to have little pieces of earth and stuff he softened on him most of the time. However bc this isn’t a ranking of how clean they are, he still gets a 9/10

Bondo: yes. Sweet boy. I feel like he often has sticky hands bc of his quirk, but again that’s not related and I think he actually washes them a lot probably. 9/10

Rin: probably. 7/10

Shinsou: uhhhh I’m gonna say yes? He seems like a pretty reasonable guy. 8/10

Mirio: oh god uh. I’d really like to think so. However I am not sure so 6/10

Tamaki: yeah. 9/10

Shigaraki: yk everyone’s expecting me to say no & yeah that makes sense but because his skin is so dry I think that when he has the chance he over washes and showers so like...6/10??

Dabi: if he does it’s only bc he’s worried about infecting his wounds, but I’m still gonna say no (I’m sorry I swear I actually rlly like dabi but I can’t lie to myself). 3/10

Kurogiri: see based on his personality I’d say yes but based on a certain revelation about uhh. Why he’s Like That (iykyk) I’d say that it really depends (sorry I can’t go into more detail than that without having to tag this post as spoilers and I rlly don’t want to do that so that as many people see my awful takes as possible). 5/10

Mr. Compress: my irrational grudge against him (which literally doesn’t make sense bc he kidnapped bakugou, whom I dislike, and marbled ov*rhaul, whom I dislike, ‘s arm. There is NO reason for me to dislike this man but every time I see him my brain is like “bitch.” Sorry mr compress I literally have no justification for disliking you) says no but realistically I think he probably would. 8/10

Twice: yes. 9/10

Spinner: has a debate with himself on whether stain would wash his hands after using the bathroom and can’t come up with an answer. 5/10

Stain: on the one hand I want to say yes but on the other hand he will literally ingest anyone’s blood without worrying if it will give him diseases (and like maybe that’s part of his quirk but if it is it isn’t explained)...6/10

Gentle Criminal: ok so I hate this bitch too (sorry ik he’s not that bad but I think the British accent made me go rabid) but I think he probably would as part of his gentleman character? 8/10

Overhaul: I hate the bitch but he hates germs so he would. At least his victims can take comfort in the fact that when he kills them he has very clean hands. 10/10

All might: hm. I’m gonna say yes most of the time but only bc I can imagine him doing a cheesy promotion video about hygiene and because David Shield and Sir Nighteye would undoubtedly beat his ass if he didn’t. 7/10

Present mic: yes I think??? He must spend a lot of time on his hair so I’m gonna go out on a limb and say he cares about personal hygiene. 8/10

Eraserhead: at first I was gonna be like “no <3” bc he gives off those vibes but then I thought that there’s a sink in the bathroom so he probably thinks it’s logical to use it. For that reason only aizawa stans are safe. 7/10

Kamui woods: ykw? No. If Mt. Lady ever finds this out she will clown on him for years probably. 3/10

Hawks: piss hands mc gee. 3/10

Gang orca: absolutely. King. He needs the water to hydrate anyways. 10/10

Tiger: yes. 10/10

Best jeanist: ...yes? Idk my brain says it would be funny if he claimed to be a fashion icon but then didn’t practice simple personal hygiene... 6/10

Rock Lock: ABSOLUTELY. HE’S THE ONLY ONE WITH COMMON SENSE IN THIS SHOW SO. 11/10

Gran Torino: no and every fact I learn about him makes me marvel at the fact that he isn’t dead yet (yes ik this isn’t an official fact but shhh). 1/10

Sir Nighteye: ok again based on his character I’d say yes, but how funny would it be if he didn’t. 7/10

Manual: yeah. 9/10

Endeavor: no. 0/10

Natsuo: Fuyumi would yell at him if he didn’t plus he’s in med school. 8/10

David Shield: this man is a globally respected scientist, and he has definitely made mistakes but not washing his hands after using the bathroom has never been one of them. 10/10

Can’t’cha-see-kun: yes and he’s DEVASTATED when he finds out that endeavor doesn’t (avsnsvsjwvjdbs yeah I only included this one as a joke) 9/10

Ok that’s not every bnha man but if I listed every bnha man this post would be way too long so I’m done for now <3

#I tried to be as unbiased as possible even with my favs and characters I straight up hate. feel free to disagree with me tho lol #the only one that I didn’t put actual thought into was Gran Torino so if you disagree with his that’s probably fair #idk why he’s not even the character I hate the most or even in the top 5 but I just didn’t feel like putting mental energy into that one)#I did some I’m less familiar with (like most of 1b) so lmk what you think of that #bnha #I was gonna tag individual people but that’s too much work so

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dumbledamnn · 3 years

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Party Like It's 1974 (Ch.1)

Characters: Marauders, OCs

Pairings: Remus x fem!OC, Marlene x Dorcus, Lily x James

Word Count: 3810

Warnings: Language

Summary: Kat and Emma go to Hogwarts in 1974 lol

For the workers at Platform 9 ¾, there were only two true days of work a year. The first was in June, a day they like to call the Day of Withdrawal. This is the day when all the menacing adolescent children return to their parents for the summer holiday. Some quick-witted station worker coined this phrase when they noticed all the parents looked as if they had finally succumbed to their separation anxiety while all the kids looked like they could use a butterbeer.

The second falls at the start of September and was dubbed the Day of Frenzy. Though just as many people came in June as they did in September, the latter is significantly more chaotic. The Day of Frenzy is the day that all the incoming students board the Hogwarts Express and take off towards their next year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The frenzy is fueled by the reunions of overjoyed upperclassmen, the nose-blowing cries of parents as they wave goodbye to their babies, and the panic of first-years who simply don’t know what’s going on.

Unfortunately for the platform workers, today is the first of September and the station is filled to the brim with black cloaks and trolley carts. One could barely hear the conductor announce the countdown till take off over the hustle and bustle of students.

Amid the people, a fourth-year meanders through the crowd with her cart. She glances around, hoping to catch a glimpse of a familiar face. There are so many people and the heat is practically rising off the floor. She rolls up her black sleeves and shoves her circle glasses back to the top of her nose.

She is a sweet-looking girl whose entire complexion screams her Irish heritage. Her freckles are like hundreds of dots of color on her otherwise pale skin. Her black hair stands out, tied back in braided pigtails.

She tries again, surveying the crowd as she pushes her cart along. She realizes that driving blindly was a bad idea as she collides with another cart, sending their luggage straight into each other.

“Vidor! Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” The girl rushes to the point of collision. She picks up her owl, poking at it. The bird, Vidor, shakes its feathers and gently shrieks. The girl lets out half a sigh of relief, interrupted by her realization that Vidor wasn’t the only victim of this accident.

“I’m so- wait what the-” She whips around to face the other cart but finds no one at the wheel.

“EMMA!” two voices harmonize in a horrific shriek from behind her. Emma barely flinches as she turns to face her surprisers, a wide grin on her face.

“James! Sirius! Hi!” She tackles them with a bear hug. The two, stand for a second, partially stunned by her hug and partially stunned by her lack of response. Finally, they succumb to her hug, their confused looks mixing in with the joy of seeing an old friend.

“How the hell did you not react to that?” James begins to laugh at the absurdity that is Emma.

She shrugs, finally letting the two breathe.

“My brain, empty, no thought, can’t be surprised cause nothing is going on up there.” The girl points at her head and begins to laugh with James.

“Emma is an enigma. It’s better not to question it.” Sirius slings his arm around Emma’s shoulders, grinning.

“So how are you guys? How was your summer?” Emma looks at the two boys. Her smile is huge and her eyes gleam with excitement. Her expectant looks are met with a bit of hesitation as the two boys look at each other. Were they caught off guard or was that an awkward glance?

A faint “Sonorus” drifts across the crowd before the train conductor’s voice interrupts every conversation in the station.

“Five more minutes till departure! Students, say your goodbyes and board the train!”

“Later then.”James gives a short smile before making his way back over to their converging carts. He wiggles his finger in front of Vidor before pulling his stuff briskly off of Emma’s.

The three walk across the platform, dropping their luggage off at the back of the train. They head to the front, maneuvering through the departing families till they climb the stairs to their next year.

The Hogwarts Express smells like candy. It tastes like sugar sticks and pumpkin pasties. It feels like faded velvet and leather briefcases, like an old museum with framed strangers promising a worthwhile trip and nick-nacks whose purpose was lost years ago.

Led by James, the three push through hugs and trunks to get to a row of open carts in the back. Through the foggy glass, you could make out which ones were occupied and which were already full of other eager students.

Cabin A is occupied by Maegen Locke and her Hufflepuff friends. The cart fills with cheers as she reveals a king of clubs. A group of sorrowful first years hands her their Licorice Lace as the cards begin to shuffle themselves.

The practically silent Cabin B is the current reading spot of a Ravenclaw couple. Though they are facing each other, they are too engrossed in their reading to mind each other’s presence.

The Slytherins seem to have claimed Cabins C-F as their territory, each cart filled with bitter hisses and judgemental glares. As they pass, Sirius and Emma make sure to return the favor to each individual.

The next set of carts are home to less noise than the front. Scattered amongst them are pairs of friends or lonely individuals hoping for a friendly face. James breezes past, tossing a quick glance into each window. He is searching for someone. Emma and Sirius trail behind, still mocking the rather irritating Slytherin they had just passed.

James finally halts in front of Cabin M as another announcement fills the train.

“One minute till take-off. Hurry up and board the train! We’ve got places to be people.”

“Feeling rather sassy today, isn’t he?” Sirius chuckles.

“I support him. I would too if I had this job.” Emma gives a sympathetic nod towards the speaker. “Keep on keeping on Mr. Conductor.” Sirius lets out a yelp of laughter.

Suddenly, Cabin M swings open. Two heads at very different heights pop out. The first, and lowest, is a soft and round look boy with blotchy cheeks and fluffy-looking hair. He smiles a very toothy grin at the new company. The second towers above the first, a more defined face decorated with freckles and faded scars. His hair curls down into half circles, matching the slight curve of his pointed nose.

“Hi, guys!” The shorter one bursts into the hallway. He is radiating excitement.

“Hey Pete, Hi Remus.” James ruffles Peter’s hair and enters the cabin, throwing himself down by the door.

“Remus, you got here early? Hey Peter!” Sirius follows after James, also patting Peter on his head like a house cat. Peter is glowing from the affection.

“Hi Peter,” Emma skips the pat but offers a quick hug instead. He is warm and soft like a gentle bear. He scuttles back into the cabin taking his seat between Sirius and James.

“Hi!” Emma’s face flushes ever so slightly after making eye contact with Remus.

“Hey,” His voice is gentle as he motions for her to enter into the cart. “Ready for another year?”

”Hell yeah!”

It’s barely 11 am and Emma’s mouth already hurts from smiling. Her stomach is flipping with excitement in a mix of nervous butterflies and overwhelming joy. Her mouth is producing way more saliva than it normally does.

She takes a seat next to Remus by the window. Outside, the platform, now void of students, is filled with waving parents.

“Last call. If you haven't boarded yet, I swear to God.” The conductor’s voice sharply carries into the cabin. His mood has decreased significantly in the past fifteen minutes.

The boys begin talking about future pranks and first classes while Emma stares out the window. Normally she would be absolutely engrossed in the conversation but something was bothering her. Her eyes darted across the rows of parents, searching for the bother.

Emma has this special skill, a spidey sense of sorts. When it comes to people, she can read them like books. Some people use auras or zodiac signs but nothing is as certain as Emma’s instincts. They were, for better or worse, never wrong.

In all honesty, though, her instincts span farther than just reading people. Directions, decisions, the right places to eat. One time last year, she was the only one not in the mood for pie (something very unusual for her) and she was the only one to avoid food poisoning. All to say, right now, her instincts are telling her that something was missing and she knew exactly what it was.

The train chugs out a burst of air and the wheels begin to squeak.

“Wait a second,” Emma says, turning towards the door of the cabin. “I swear to god if she is late for this.”

The train begins to move, a light chug on the tracks, before screeching to a sudden stop. The group lurches forward at the sudden stall. Outside the cabin and down the hall, a girl boards and begins offering a slew of apologies to the other students.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! That’s my bad. I didn’t mean to.” Emma’s mouth drops as Sirius howls in laughter. Peter’s eyes dart around in slight confusion.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” James cackles as he opens the door to their cabin. He waves his hand towards the girl down the hall.

“James! Hi!” she says before turning towards some glaring Slytherin. “Sorry about that.”

She quickly walks down the hall to Cabin M, rushing into the seat beside Remus before the train picks up speed and shoots down the tracks.

“Kat, I literally called you this morning, I, how? How are you late? Why?” Emma leans over Remus to stare down at her friend. Sirius calms his laughter down while the others wait for a response.

Kat breathes heavily. Her cloak is sagging by her elbows and her brow is furrowed in sweat. The extra time she took to get to the platform might have been used to do her hair. Unfortunately, the rush has made her space buns sag on the side of her head. Loose strands curl around the frame of her face.

“I,” she breathes heavily, “couldn't decide what to wear.”

The boys snicker slightly, but Emma’s face scrunches in even further confusion.

“We have...a uniform?” She questions, glancing down at Kat, who is wearing the same thing as everyone else in the cabin.

“I realized that...an hour too late…” She trails off, glancing around at the boys. She notices they are all stifling smiles at the sheer stupidity of the situation. The Hogwarts Express has never been more than a second late until now. It was almost an impressive feat.

“Oh my god.” Emma lets out a disappointed mom sigh but she can’t stay in character. She starts to laugh, allowing the others to finally break as well.

Kat sighs, still trying to get some oxygen in her lungs before taking off her cloak and shoving it to the corner of the seat. The train is much cooler than the station but the cold September air was not enough to stop the pool of sweat from the run to Platform 9 ¾.

“So, how was everyone’s summer?” Kat asks as the laughter dies down.

“Hung out at James’ for most of the summer.” Sirius pulls out his wand and starts to weave it between his fingers. “I thought I’d get a break from the snoring but alas.”

James punches Sirius in the side, stopping Sirius from laughing at his own joke.

“He helped me with my quidditch training. This year, I’m gonna kick some Hufflepuff ass. Wait, Emma, did you say you were gonna try out this year?”

“Yup! I want to be a beater so I can smack the shit out of everything.” James and Emma high five. Remus giggles but quickly goes back to his nonchalant grin.

“My mum and I went to the Quidditch World Cup.” Peter’s soft and mousy voice fills the pause.

James shoots up in his seat, excitement on his face. “Oh yeah, I heard about that. You were there?”

Peter, motivated by James’ interest, begins to ramble. “I was! Everyone snuck in these things called dissimulators that puffed up colored smoke. It was mad. At first, there weren’t that many people in the crowd but the more colored smoke puffed up, the larger the crowds grew. Then suddenly, halfway through the match, all their dissimulators turned into their wands. It turns out they snuck them in despite the new code. There were so many of them that the guy in charge just quit then and there. It was crazy!”

“Hell yeah! Fuck the system! Idlewind sucked ass. God, I wish I could've seen it.” James raises his fists in a fuck-the-system type of way.

James is the current Gryffindor seeker. He is the best seeker the team has ever seen since the early 1900s. Ever since his first year, he brought the team countless victories making Gryffindor undefeated since 1971.

“What about you Rem?” Sirius nods towards the quiet giant.

“I read a few books. My family and I traveled to Paris for a weekend in May. It was pretty fun. Oh! I forgot.” Remus stands up and snatches a briefcase from the storage above. He flips over the leather flap and starts digging around. He pulls out a stack of Parisian postcards and begins to deal them out to his friends.

The girls almost synchronically say “Awe!”

Sirius lets out a genuinely excited “Nice.” as he inspects the image. “I love muggle things.”

“Anyways, what about you guys?” Remus glances at the two girls sitting beside him as he tucks his briefcase above.

Kat nods her head to Emma as a signal for her to go first.

“Me?” Emma points to herself.

“Yes, you,” Kat says in a mom-ish tone.

“I’m just making sure.”

“Who else would I be-”

“Ladies. Though I love a good catfight, is someone gonna answer the question?” Sirius interjects, finally tucking his postcard into his cloak.

Emma kicks Sirius in the shin. “I’m telling Marlene you said that.” Sirius’s eyes go wide in slight fear as Emma starts to recall her summer.

“My family and I went camping all over Ireland. We took an RV and went everywhere, ending at my Grandparent’s house.”

“Awe that sounds so-” Kat tries to say but Emma wasn’t done.

“And then we got absolutely schwasted with my relatives.”

“O-Oh.”

Emma smiles sincerely and turns to face Kat, ready for her summer wrap-up. However, the rest of the gang is cackling. Sirius’s distracting deep-voiced Hyena laugh almost masks Remus’s sweet giggles. Peter snorts softly while James laughs like a politician. Kat just huffs out air.

After a bit of laughter, Kat finally answers the question.

It is worth mentioning that, though Kat attends Hogwarts, she’s not quite like the others. Besides the fact that she is completely muggle-born, she is from America.

“Um...I went to Arkansas at one point. I think it's a fake place made by the government. We shot fireworks off and it almost hit my brother. Luckily his hearing came back after a few days. Uhh..let me think… I tried to bake cupcakes but I accidentally baked the frosting and iced the cupcakes with the batter. That was a really bad experience…” She trails off, finally looking at her friend’s faces.

The rest of the group just stares at her in complete confusion.

“Yup, sounds about right. Anyways, what classes are you guys hoping to get?” Emma turns back to the rest of the group.

“Genuinely, you two are just- yup okay. I’m hoping to take Astronomy this year.”

The group begins to recall what classes are for fourth years and what teachers they are excited to see. Seamlessly they fall into old patterns of conversation and inside jokes. Their laughter fills the cabin, the reunion of best friends after a far too long break. They are talking and laughing so loudly, they almost miss the Trolley Witch.

“Wait!” Peter yells down the hall. The Trolley Witch slowly pulls the cart back in front of Cabin M.

“What would you lovely bunch like?” She waves her hand over the array of brightly colored candies and chocolates.

Simultaneously, there is a shout for chocolate. Emma and Remus look at each other before chuckling awkwardly.

“Dear God…” Sirius rolls his eyes, smiling “I’ll take one Bertie’s Botts please.”

“Here you go, dear. Anyone else?”

“Do y’all have any like, lollipop type things?” Kat eyes the cart curiously.

“We have acid pops.” The witch’s voice was like honey.

“Oh, that sounds fun, sure I’ll-”

“No!” Emma shouts. “Unless you want a hole burned in your tongue.”

“Okay, literally why would you sell that?” Kat’s face is wide in confusion.

“Why’d you go and spoil the fun?” James laughs while Sirius pouts at the missed opportunity.

The Trolley Witch starts to laugh, a rather haunting contrast to the sweetness of her voice. She rolls the cart away, letting the door shut behind her.

“So Remus, chocolate already? Is it your time of the month?” Sirius nudges Remus’s foot. Remus rolls his eyes and kicks Sirius back. Sirius yelps and grabs his shin.

“If you guys keep kicking me, I’m gonna break a bone.”

“Then stop saying stupid shit.” Emma kicks his other foot, gently but enough to get another yelp.

“And never ask a person if it's their time of the month, That’s just common sense.” Kat rolls her eyes and smirks at Emma who glances back.

“Can’t a man enjoy his chocolate in peace?” Remus shakes his head. He continues to munch on the bar, sporting a look of satisfaction with each bite.

Emma looks outside. The view had changed from the cityscape of London to the rolling hills of Scotland. The sun that was once midway in the sky was now creeping towards the horizon. Has time flown that quickly?

“Have you guys heard from your other roommate this summer?” Kat curiously looks at the other guys. Their faces are completely blank.

“We have another roommate?” James asks as Sirius begins counting the boys in the room.

“Is it not just the four of us?”

“I didn’t notice anyone else for the past three years…” Peter mumbles. Remus just shrugs, too preoccupied with his delicious treat.

“You’re kidding me right?” Kat glances around, hoping for even a hint of a smile. She came up empty.

“You’re telling me there are five students in a room?” James asks.

“Emma, help, my brain is hurting from the dumbass-ery.”

Emma begins to count on her fingers, smiling but also surprised at the ingenuity of the boys.

“Marlene, Dorcus, Lily, Kat, and Me. Five.”

The guys let out a synchronized “Ahh…” as if this was a brand new revelation.

”I suppose we’ll find out when we get there.”

“But Gu-” Kat is interrupted by Emma’s shushing noise. She shakes her head and Kat recedes back in her seat.

The room fills with piercing golden sunlight as the sun tucks itself behind the hills. The setting sun is a marker signaling twenty minutes left in the train ride.

“Oh, I have a question,” Kat asks.

“Yes, Miss Russell. What is your question?” Emma responds in the most McGonagall voice she could muster. It was pretty on point.

“Are y’all still doing that thing?” She glances around.

“Did she just say y’all?” Remus’s face scrunches at the cowboy-ness of the phrase. Emma laughs and Sirius snickers.

“What thing?” James nods back to Kat, acknowledging her question.

“The animal thing, I forgot the word…” Suddenly she is shushed by everyone. She jolts back in her seat. She squints until the memory comes back to her.

“Oh sorry, yeah I forgot… It's a secret.” Kat starts to whisper, glancing out the door’s window. No one passes by.

“It’s more than a secret, it's illegal,” Peter mutters, glancing around nervously. James nudges Peter and gives him an affirming nod. Peter sits up with more confidence than he had before and smiles at Remus.

Remus stares at his empty wrapper.

“Yeah, we’re still doing it,” Sirius says in an almost demanding tone. As if there wasn’t any other answer besides yes. He stares at the sunset outside.

“Of course we’re still doing it.” Emma smiles, and gently pats Remus’s knee, pulling him back from his wrapper into reality. Remus returns the smile and mutters something along the lines of “thanks”.

James chuckles, “Hey it looks like we’re pulling into Hogsmeade.”

Outside, the dark landscape fades into brick buildings with uneven roofs. The buildings, partially obscured by darkness, still glow with a whimsical light. Some have shop titles branded on the front with faded letters while others glisten with a sort of old-fashioned newness.

The train tracks along until it arrives at a long wooden port lined with poles carrying firefly torches. In the middle of the wooden planks stands a rather large and hairy man holding a little kerosine lamp. He waves as the train flashes by him.

“Hagrid!” Emma and Sirius smush their faces against the window while the rest wave furiously behind them. Hagrid recognizes the zealous pack and returns the wave as they speed by.

Finally, the train screeches to a stop. With a final blast from the horn, the doors fling open.

“Students, grab your things and go.”

Suddenly, the train is filled with the same hustle from back at the station. The students snatch their bags from the overhead storage and make their way, single file, to the boardwalk outside. The first years are hurried away with Hagrid while the rest wrap themselves in their cloaks in an attempt to fight the brisk autumn air.

Finally, a rather short professor with an extraordinary mustache begins to direct the students down the road to standing wagons. The wooden wheels are at attention with reigns that lead to nowhere. As the students board, the carts sway from side to side. After the cart is full, it takes off, ricketing full speed down the dirt road towards the castle.

“I’m so excited.” Emma practically jumps onto the cart. Boarding one by one, the group takes in the horseless carriages. Magic was always peculiar but this was astonishing even to those who knew magic like their ABCs. As soon as James sits down next to the others, the carriage starts to trot away towards the castle. It was time to start their next year at Hogwarts.

#Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #James Potter #peter pettigrew #fem!oc #remus x oc #marlene mckinnon #dorcus meadows #hogwarts #harry potter fanfiction #lmao im trying my best #this is for Emma my love hehe #lily evans

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azurethevampire · 4 years

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would you write an elrond from lotr fic with platonic reader? maybe she's his daughter or just someone living in the House? and she's bored but he's working so won't indulge her wishes to spend time with her. so she does something, perhaps like stealing some of his papers, which forces him to chase after her and, very uncharacteristically, tickle her to get the papers back??? and all reader can say is that at least she got to spend time with him!!! xx love your fics so much

Thank you!

Elrond x platonic!reader

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Bored.

That's what you were. Letting out a sigh, your finger traced the edges of a book on your lap as you wondered how what was supposed to be a wonderful day had turned to a day of utter boredom for you. The excitement you had felt at breakfast was gone like yesterday.

You glanced at the elf seated at his desk, neck bent to look at the papers in front of him. You glared Elrond from under your eyebrows. Traitor!, you thought.

It had been a while since lord Elrond of Rivendell had spent time with you. You understood that he had a valley full of elves to run and as the head of the House, he had a lot of business to attend to. Of course, you understood. But understanding didn't change the fact that you missed him. You missed spending time with the elf who had been like a father to you ever since he had found you, a small elfling alone in the wood, almost eleven years ago. You missed the attention he had given you when you were younger. You craved for it.

So, when Elrond had told you at breakfast this morning that you'd spend the day with him, you had been over the moon with your excitement. The feeling had died when ‘spending the day’ turned out to be Elrond working and you left to your own devices. Sure, you were in the same room as him, but really, it wasn’t the same thing than to actually have the elf pay you attention other than tell you to “read a book or draw something” while he worked.

Raising up from the chair you had been slouched down for the past hour, you stretched your aching limbs and made your way to Elrond’s desk. Determined to get the Half-elven to at least talk you, you opened your mouth to ask, “Elrond,-”

“Whatever it is, it can wait a few more minutes, Y/N. Until I am finished with these”, Elrond cut you off, not even glancing up at you when he spoke the words.

What was probably a full minute, you couldn’t do anything but stare at him, mouth left slightly open as your mind tried to process the fact that Elrond had just interrupted you. While it wasn’t the first time - him or someone else often having to stop you from saying something that would, without doubt, get you in trouble - it was the first time since you could recall that he didn’t let you speak, working or not working.

You felt your blood rush to your ears as your irritation grew to anger. Narrowing your eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest and glared at the male. Who still didn’t look up at you. In fact, it was as if you weren’t there, standing a few feet away from him in seething anger, at all.

You watched as Elrond signed a paper and moved the signed piece to the pile of papers on his right, at the same time already reaching for a new paper from the pile on his left. You wished his pen would suddenly disappear so he could notice you too.

Then, suddenly, an idea struck to you.

A foolish idea, you had no problem admitting that, but taking your current irritation towards Elrond, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. It would be worth it. You felt a smile tug at the corners of your mouth as a mischievous spark thrilled up your body.

Stepping to your side, you made quick work of snatching the pile of papers from Elrond’s left. He looked up at, eyebrows furrowed as if to ask you if you were being serious. You were. More serious than you had possibly ever been in your still relatively young life.

“Y/N”, Elrond said, making your name sound like a reprimand in itself. “What do you think you are doing? Give those papers back to me and continue reading your book.”

While speaking, the elf reached out his hand towards you for the papers but you took a step back and held them out of his reach. You shook your head. “I don’t want to read anymore.”

Exasperation coming off of him in waves, Elrond pinched the bridge of his nose for a second muttering something under his breath that you didn’t quite catch. Then he reached out his hand again. “Give them back. Now, Y/N”, he ordered.

Now, if the situation had been any else than now, you probably would have given up your fight against him when he used that tone of voice at you. However, you thought and willed yourself for the upcoming battle of words, today was not like the other times.

“No”, you said and took a step then another back when Elrond - in quite a menacing way for someone who usually had such a gentle aura on them - stood from his seat and narrowed his eyes at you.

“Y/N-”, Elrond began to warn you, but this time you interrupted him.

“I said no, Elrond”, you said, a smile bordering on cheeky lightening your face. Waving the pile of papers in your hand you continued, “if you want these, come and get them!” With that last word you spun on your heels and took off from Elrond’s study. His holler of “Y/N!” could be heard after you before he took after you.

You were laughing, enjoying the thrill of escape buzzing inside you as you flew through the corridors in the house, passing people who seemed to halt in shock when they saw who it was chasing after you. You could hardly blame them for usually it was either the twins or Arwen running after you for this or that.

After a while, you hadn’t stopped but neither had Elrond if the angry yells of your name from behind were anything to judge by. Trying to push yourself even into a faster pace, you thought that you needed to find a place to hide soon, or the elf would catch you.

Too late to hide, you found out not a second later as an arm suddenly sneaked around you, effectively stopping your momentum and making you stumble backwards. You shrieked and almost dropped the pile of papers still in your other hand. Your back collided with a solid chest and another arm made to take the papers from you while the other held you tightly against Elrond.

Struggling against his hold, you reached out your hand as much as you could, trying to keep the papers out of his reach. “Enough, Y/N, you had your fill of amusement on my behalf, little one”, Elrond’s voice scolded next to your ear.

“No, I - didn’t”, you stated, taking a breath between your words before moving your hand - and Elrond’s papers - out of his reach again.

“Very well”, Elrond said, his voice suddenly eerily calculating, making shivers go up your spine. “You should do well to remember that you asked for this, then.”

You frowned. Asked him for what? All you wanted was for him to spend some time with you. You got your answer as suddenly, fingers dug to your sides making you immediately try to squirm away as giggles bubbled up from deep inside you.

“No! Elr-HOO- ond! STHOOP!” You laughed and without even realising, your hold of the papers loosened making the sheets scatter on the floor. With both of your hands now free, you tried to pry away from the merciless fingers that now went up and down both your sides.

You laughed so much that you felt water in your eyes. At first, you didn’t even notice he had ended his torture, his hands now resting on your sides to steady you. “Have you learnt not to steal from me again, hm?”

“Maybe”, you said, grinning, “maybe not.”

“AAH! Noo, pleeease!” you begged as a new fit of giggles and laughter overcame you when Elrond began to tickle you again. This time, the elf had changed tactics as his hand went up and down your arms and sides all the way up to your neck and under your chin. You tried your very best to wriggle away but his hold on you kept.

“Whait! I’m sor-sorrhy!”

“Ah but are you?” questioned Elrond, a smirk rarely seen now playing at his lips as well. “Allow me to make absolutely sure of that declamation”, he said and before you knew what was happening, he had you lifted up in his arms while his fingers once again dug to your sides. You tried to swat his hands away, laughing and curling as small as you possibly could while in someone’s arms. “I am! I am sorry! So sorry!” You reassured him quickly.

Chuckling, Elrond stopped the giggling and leaned down to press a kiss on your hairline. “I know you are, little one, I know you are.”

Catching your breath, you leant your head against Elrond’s shoulder for a moment as he lowered you back on your feet.

“Out of curiosity”, Elrond began, gently pushing you at arm’s length to gain a better view of your face. “How did you imagine this would end, Y/N?”

You shrugged. “I didn’t think the end, actually. I just wanted…” you trailed off, suddenly thinking that you had been childish with your actions and the reason behind them.

“Wanted what?” Elrond prompted, his voice gentle once again.

You let out a breath. “I only wanted you to spend time with me, Elrond. Time for real, not just us sitting in the same room without even having proper conversations with each other.”

Elrond pulled you into a hug then. For someone who seemingly saw everything, he could still sometimes be utterly blind to the needs of those closest to him.

“I am sorry, Y/N, that you felt that way. From now on I shall try my best to spend time with you - properly this time, this I promise to you.”

This time it was you who broke the embrace. “It’s alright, I know that you cannot spend every waking moment with me, but a night or two in a week would come a long way.”

Elrond chuckled again, reaching out to smooth your hair behind your ear. “Then that is exactly what we shall do.”

You smiled. Your idea had definitely been worth it.

“Now, pick up those papers you scattered all over the floor - and be careful not to tear them.”

Your face fell as you looked down on the many papers on the floor by your feet. Some of them had slid quite a way further from the two of you. Okay, maybe it hadn’t been worth-. No.

It had been worth it.

#lord of the rings #lotr #elrond #elrond x reader #ticklish!reader #platonic reader

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A(n) (Un)Broken Promise by Hana Afifah Nuraini

Sunray was breaking through the leaves of an old white oak, flooding its somewhat-finger shaped leaves with abundant energies. Birds chirped, sang their orchestral concert with rhythm. Blue sky with the dense of leaves became their backdrop, no less interesting with the luxurious curtain in concert halls. From afar, the buzzing sound of a lawnmower aired. The laughter of a bunch of children in the neighbourhood, with them lively playing, gave a joyous scenery.

Little Lucy, with teddy bear swinging in her grip, stared those kids from inside her cupboard. She knew them: her neighbour’s children. Following the way they ran and hid, she knew that they were playing hide-and-seek. Pouty lips appeared; she always wanted to play together with them. But that pouty lips immediately gone, knowing that she would play in this cupboard under the old white oak, their hangout, with her lovely twin: Rosy. A huge, childish smile spread on her face.

“Rosy!” shouted the little girl inside the opened cupboard. She saw her twin, hugged a bunny doll, and ran all the way to her. Mother and Father stood in the veranda of their American typical house, observing the little runner. Rosy’s wavy hair ricocheted funnily as she ran with wide steps. Lucy looked at her twin carefully; Rosy wore a little pink gown with a bow on her back. That was in contrast with her clothing, as Lucy wore a little blue gown and bow. Their hair was tied with the same colour as their gowns. Lucy waited for her twin to arrive.

“Lucy! Huh… huh…” Rosy panted as she didn’t usually run. Her body was weaker than Lucy’s who were more athletic.

“Calm down, Rosy. Here, sit here and take a rest.” Lucy shifted a little so Rosy could sit near her inside the opened cupboard.

“So… What are we gonna do today? I see those kids are playing hide-and-seek,” Rosy followed where Lucy was looking at.

“Mm, I don’t feel like doing hide-and-seek right now, Lucy. Too much running for me,” Rosy took teddy bear and hugged it. Teddy bear and bunny collided in her hug. “Sorry,” her eyes glanced to Lucy.

“Never mind, we can play tea party like we usually do. Now come on,” Lucy grabbed Rosy’s hand and took her to the bench near the cupboard. On the table lied many cups and a teapot, completed with artificial cakes and biscuits. Then they played as two princesses having a tea party. Mr. Teddy Bear and Mr. Bunny also attended it. In the middle of role-playing, Rosy suddenly asked, “Lucy, is it possible for us to stay the same?”

“Huh? What do you mean? I guess we will be taller in some years ahead, wouldn’t we?”

“Yeah, I mean can we keep being together like this?” Rosy stared deeply into Lucy’s eyes. Lucy smiled sweetly.

“Of course my sister, we will be happy together as always…”

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Twelve years later

Lucy looked at her clock in panic. The long needle pointed at four while the shorter needle pointed at eight. It was ten minutes until the first period and Lucy hadn’t found her History notebook yet. Frantically she searched all over her desk and bookshelf, but she found nothing. Lucy stopped for a while, thinking where last she put it.

Dad’s car honked from outside. Not too long she heard him calling her. “Come on Lucy! We’re almost late!”

“I’m coming, Dad!” Lucy looked out her window to find her father stood next to the car and a girl crossed her arms with boredom. The girl looked straight at her. Her gaze as if said, “Why don’t you learn?” Seeing it, Lucy squinted and continued her searching. Her eyes shone brightly as she found the target. Quickly she grabbed her green History notebook, which was under her rug. Of course, she couldn’t find it easily. She quickly got out of her empty house. Mom had left to her restaurant.

Dad and the girl were already in the car. Lucy opened the door to the back seat and got in. Quickly the black car speeded up to their school.

“What’s wrong Lucy? You used to be quite early before going to school,” Dad asked while waiting for the traffic.

“I lost my notebook, Dad. Today, I have a History exam in the first period,”

“I see. I recalled that you already had it, right Rosy?”

The girl, who was very similar to Lucy, nodded her head. “Yeah Dad, last week. It was a piece of cake, I’m telling you, Lucy. Wanna know the questions?” Rosy smiled wittily.

Lucy snorted, “No, thanks. I’m good,” She then drowned herself on her notebook, trying to memorize the subject matters. She secretly disliked that trait of Rosy who liked to offer exam questions to her. Lucy knew that Rosy wouldn’t tell her the real question though; she just teased her. If she did tell the real questions, Lucy wouldn’t take it. Simplicity from a rival was never warmly received by Lucy.

That was right. Rival. Lucy considered her twin as a rival in achievements academically. They went to the same school from kindergarten, which was Mason Bread Schools. This school ranged from kindergarten to senior high, making rivalry between Lucy and Rosy never ended. Despite the fact that they were twins, they were quite different in terms of attitude and achievement. Rosy was like a princess, graceful, and quite polite. She was also accepted in grade A class, which explained why she already had her exam before Lucy had. She always aced every competition in their schools, whether it was Mathematic Olympic or Science Fair since they were in primary school. Her reputation as the smartest student since kindergarten was inevitable. Rosy’s positive aura always made everyone liked her, even the fierce school janitor, Ruby, really liked her. Name other positive traits, and most of them would suit with Rosy. In a shorter way, Rosy was almost perfect.

The only weakness of Rosy would be that she was weaker than Lucy. Her weak immune system often made her visit the hospital. She had to take medicine routinely to keep her health. Dad and Mom, of course, paid more attention to Rosy mainly when her schedule was so packed with competitions and exams. It was the time when Rosy would likely to get ill. Lucy didn’t have any problem with the division of attention from their parents to Rosy and her. Only that sometimes she felt a little bit lonely if the three of them left to the hospital and she was home alone.

Lucy, on the other hand, was mostly on the second place. Either it was coincidence or not, Lucy was accepted in the regular class. That explained why her exams later than Rosy's, since the pace in A class was very fast. Previously Rosy and she enrolled for the same class: A class. It turned out that only Rosy who was accepted. To make it up, Lucy also joined the same competitions as Rosy did, but she always lost from Rosy. They always competed for their achievements, but mostly the result could be predicted: Rosy the winner and Lucy the runner-up. One plus point from Lucy was that she was more creative and artsy than Lucy, proven by many drawings she hung on their room’s wall. Other than that, Lucy always got a higher score for P.E than Rosy.

Different from her twin, Lucy had a slightly less positive aura than Rosy. Since they were kids, Lucy always acted fiercely, moreover when there are some idiots who were quite brave to annoy Rosy. She wouldn’t hesitate to beat those bullies until they collapsed. The rumour spread around the school made gangs of bullies scared to get closer to them, but still, there were some who got the nerve to face Lucy. Her sharp yet cold gaze made Lucy’s aura became more menacing. They labelled Lucy as Princess’ Bodyguard. Of course, the princess was Rosy. Lucy never burdened with that role, though. Instead, she was proud to be admitted as a strong person. Her slim but firm-built also proved that nobody didn’t want to mess with her.

Rosy was a princess in the spotlight, where everyone was cheering on her and took many pictures of her. She laughed happily with the crowds. Whereas Lucy was behind those crowds, far away from being the centre of attention. She was always enveloped by darkness. Nobody stood beside her. She was alone and lonely.

This kind of illustration in her mind made her thinking bad. Am I not good enough to be loved?

Now that Lucy entered a higher level of education, she wanted to change Rosy’s dominance. She used to be cheering on Rosy’s victory whenever she won something, and she was quite lazy to join competitions. But now, she decided to change. She wouldn’t give up. Enough with being the second as always. It was her turn to be number one.

She thought for a while. At the same time, there was a traffic jam. Many cars honked impatiently to others, asking them to move faster. Dad sighed on the front seat and Rosy just stared out of the window’s car. Lucy stared at the tree on the right side of the car. There were so many branches, making as if the tree wasn’t focused on one point. Like an abstract painting. At that very moment, she realized it.

She was just focused on academic matters when actually those weren’t her expertise. She worked very hard for Science Fair, mathematic Olympic, and biology class while actually she was better in Art class and P.E. Not that the hard work was in vain, it was just that she focused on Rosy’s abilities and forgot her own potential skills. Just like the tree she looked at, the branches were everywhere and they didn’t focus on one direction. Her laziness for not joining any art competitions or sports competitions resulted in fruit of guilt for her.

She sighed. I have wasted so many years and not proving my worth to Dad and Mom.

After thinking for a while, Lucy finally decided. It will be quite hard to beat her academically. Maybe I’ll go with non-academically like painting or race. I can only do those kinds of things. I’ll just wait for any competitions, whether it is art or sports, it doesn’t really matter to me. I’ll just wait for my chance.

Finally, they arrived at school. The twin walked to the main building. As they walked in, the hall was quite empty. It was 8.30 sharp, time for the first period to begin. They parted in the hall.

“Break a leg, Lucy” Rosy smiled sweetly.

“Yeah, you too,”

Rosy went to the second floor to her A-class while Lucy went to the south of the hall, to her regular class. When Lucy entered her class, all the kids were already there. She looked at the surrounding and found no teacher in front of the class. She instantly remembered that Mr. Hawkins was always late in his first period.

She walked slowly to her seat and continued to read her History notebook. The noisy sound of the class as the soundtrack didn't distract her. She had just tried to catch what happened in 1492 in North America when she heard a voice.

"Morning, Lucy. You got a minute?"

Lucy lifted her head, and she found a pair of greyish eyes stared deeply into her chestnut brown. A pair of greyish eyes that she adored for so long, was in front of her. She was so still as if the black hole in those greyish balls absorbed her consciousness. Lucy's expression remained blank until three seconds later. Quickly she got back to normal.

"Morning, Oliver. What?"

"Uhm, I was wondering if you could teach me about subjects for today's examination,"

"...yeah, sure. You have just got here?”

“Yeah, I overslept again hahaha,” He stroked his blonde hair. He then fixed his posture on his turned-to-behind chair, ready to be taught.

Lucy rolled her eyes and smiled. She started to read the explanation in her notebook as normal as she could. It was Oliver Craig, her crush since she was in grade 5. They went to the same kindergarten and primary school and ended up being in the same class. Although she had known him since they were toddlers, she couldn’t stop her skipping-beat heart whenever he got too close to her. She tried her best not to sound trembling while Oliver scrutinized at her.

“Aah, I see it now. You know, I prefer to be taught by you rather than understanding Mr. Hawkins’ presentation. Yours is understandable while his is so confusing,” Oliver nodded his head after Lucy read and explained to him her note. In response, Lucy just smiled.

“Anyway, Lucy. Have you heard about the painting competition?”

“What painting competition?”

“Painting competition held by this school. Every year this school conducts art competitions, like dancing, band, sculpting, and painting. I know that you are great at painting, that’s why I recommend you to join it!” Oliver's eyes shone brightly. Lucy assumed that he wanted to join that competition as well.

“And you? You’re great at painting too, Oliver,”

“Definitely! I’ve been waiting for this since I was in junior high. Man, I’m aiming at the prize!” He shouted excitingly and punched the air.

Oliver’s spirit was contagious to Lucy. Lucy started to smile again, “What’s the prize? If it’s cool then I’m in,”

“One day trip to the Philadelphia Museum of Arts! There will be free tickets for both museums and planes and if I’m not mistaken, free dinner too! Isn’t it awesome?”

Lucy’s eyes widened. Philadelphia Museum of Arts was one of her dream places that she wanted to visit. Lucy once asked Dad to go there, but he couldn’t make it as it was quite far and he didn’t have time. And did Oliver mention about dinner too? Man, that’s great.

Mr Hawkins eventually came to the class. Oliver fixed his chair position to face the front. All kids in the class suddenly were quite. Lucy checked her watch. Mr Hawkins was late for fifteen minutes. He seemed like recovering from a bad hangover, with his eye bags which were getting darker and his exhausted face.

“Good morning, all. I’m sorry for being late. There’s some business I should take care of… And now, you guys will have an exam. Don’t worry, there will be only three out of five questions. I discount it as my apology. Now, frontier, please give these sheets to friends behind you,” Mr Hawkins said that while yawning like a cat in his table.

This is the chance that I’m waiting for, she thought to herself.

And so, when the exam was over and everyone was moving to the next class, Oliver dragged Lucy to information boards. Their eyes scanned every poster with ‘painting competition’ terms on it. Oliver’s pointed finger touched the posters on his right.

“Here it is, Mason Bread Painting Competition 2020. Let’s see… the prize… Museum and dinner, oh, it’s only for the first and second places! The third place… 24 colours of watercolour set plus sketchbook,” Oliver frowned. “Last year’s participants…. Oh my God, 157 participants? Sure this is tough,”

He crossed his arm. “What do you think, Lucy? It’s quite hard, I guess. But the prizes are worth the challenge,”

Lucy seemed determined. “I guess we have the chance, Oliver. I really want to visit the Philadelphia Museum. It has always been my dream place to visit,” She turned to Oliver. “I want to enrol to Mrs Lawrence on the second moving later. How about you?”

“I don’t know that you could be this excited,” Oliver laughed a little. “Alright, it is settled then. You and I, enrol to Mrs Lawrence on the second moving class,” He nodded, then smiled widely. “Maybe we really can visit the museum! Be prepared, Lucy!”

“Of course,” Lucy smiled. She had many hopes in her heart.

That day, she couldn’t focus on lessons after enrolling herself and Oliver to Mrs Lawrence, the Art teacher. Both of them had been Mrs Lawrence’s pets since the first meeting, and that old lady really supported them to win the competition.

“Alright, good luck you two,” said Mrs Lawrence after typing their names on the participant list.

Yeah, good luck for us, Lucy thought to herself and she unconsciously smiled. She could imagine vividly the announcement day that she won first place and Oliver got second place. They visited the museum, and strangely there were only two of them. They strolled over the museum and adored those masterpieces, with Oliver grabbing her hands. And Lucy didn’t know where the manga-ish pink and glittery atmosphere did come from, as if they were on her favourite shoujo manga. Lucy’s vast imagination suddenly brought her to a fancy candlelight dinner near the shore, with Oliver looked at her adoringly.

Lucy closed her eyes. What a view. It was so nice until she forgot that she was already in the car with Dad and Rosy. They were heading home.

Rosy, who caught her smiling, whispered, “Is there any good news?” Lucy opened her eyes and she stopped smiling. Blush on her cheeks faded instantly, and she made her face looked tough as usual.

“Nah, I just feel like I succeeded in beating Hawkins’ questions,”

“Yeah, I know you can do it,” she said so while leaning her back.

In her mind, Lucy began to plan the concept of her painting as well as the medium she wanted to use. Once they home, she went straight to their room and began to doodle on blank papers. She spent one hour to think about her painting design, and she tried to paint it with her watercolour. She was quite satisfied with the result, although it was only a rehearsal. She stared at her drawing of a golden-feathered eagle carrying an olive branch and many flying doves, carrying the same plants, surrounded it. It was relevant to the theme of the competition: “The role of Mason Bread in keeping the peace of the world”. Her school had been known to the world in educating many peacekeepers, like armies, doctors, and medical supports, as well as other great people who had a major role in peacekeeping. The golden eagle acted as the leader of the pigeons, and it was the same as Mason Bread which became the frontier of high-quality educational institutions.

Lucy smiled. This rehearsal and its philosophy might be enough for the competitions. Enough to win the first prize and win Oliver’s heart. Lucy blushed shyly while thinking like that. She couldn’t wait for the D-Day of competition.

-----000-----

Finally, the D-Day came. Lucy had packed her stuff in her backpack and was ready to leave. She looked at her twin who slept on her bed peacefully. She then closed the door and walked quietly to school. Dad couldn’t take her since he went out of the town to do research. Mom was busy taking care of her restaurant since there was a celebrity reviewing her workplace. The only choice for Lucy was to walk to school.

When she arrived, there are so many people there. The banner entitled “Mason Bread Creative Week” was hung on the gate. So many people carrying their art equipment: wooden log, canvas stand, and so on. She searched for the painting room amongst the crowd, and she found Oliver standing next to it. She hurried up to catch him.

“Oliver!”

The boy turned his head. “Oh! Finally, you’re here. I’ve been waiting for you. Now let’s go, they will open the competition,”

Lucy smiled. Knowing that Oliver was waiting for her warmed her heart.

The two then entered the room and sat in their seat according to their number. There was a blank, A3 sized white paper on every table. Lucy put her backpack next to the table and started to imagine her rehearsal drawing vividly in mind. The committee waited for all first group participants to enter the room. Since there were 168 participants, the competition would be held twice, in the morning and afternoon. Lucy and Oliver were registered as the morning participants.

When all morning participants were already in the room, the committee, Mrs. Lawrence started to speak with a microphone.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, since all the participants have assembled here, we are about to open the competition. Remember, you guys have 2 hours to finish it. Don’t forget the detailed requirements about the painting, like the theme, philosophy, and the medium. Well, I wish nothing but break a leg to you all. Now… begin!”

Together with the echo of Mrs. Lawrence’s voice, Lucy focused on her drawing. Her eyes were firing with determination. She smirked.

You will see me, sister.

-----000-----

Three days passed and the announcement day came. Lucy couldn’t focus on every teacher’s speech. She couldn’t wait for the announcement after school. She prepared her heart for two possibilities. If she won, she would hug Oliver and kiss his cheek. She laughed a little while imagining it. But if she lost… Lucy changed her face to normal. She stopped smiling.

If I have to lose, that’s fine with me. As long as I don’t lose to her.

But her bad prediction was, unfortunately, right.

There, in the information boards, many people were gathering. There were so many people until Lucy had to push herself a little so that she could see what was happening. Oliver was in the crowd as well, but Lucy didn’t pay attention to him and focused more on the board. On the very recent posters glued by Mrs. Lawrence, there are three names of the champions. Lucy scrutinized every name.

In the third place, there was her name: Lucy-Ann Thompson.

In the second place, there was her crush’s name: Oliver Craig.

And in the first place–Lucy couldn’t believe her eyes–was her twin’s name: Rosy-Anne Thompson.

What?

“Huh, isn’t it Rosy? Congrats, Rosy, you won again!”

“You fool, that’s not Rosy,”

“Huh, you mean, it’s Lu–I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–,”

“So, Rosy won again, huh? She is indeed splendid,”

“Yeah, and look at the third place, it’s her twin!”

“Wow, I didn’t expect that the bodyguard will finally got the place. I mean, she’s not that ski–,”

“Ssshh! She can hear you!”

And many more comments about Rosy’s victory and her position in the third place.

Lucy couldn’t stand there any longer. She turned around and ran. Oliver who saw her running calling her. But Lucy wouldn’t stop her legs from meeting with Mrs. Lawrence. She needed to know how Rosy could win the painting competition. She rushed to Mrs. Lawrence’s office and she found no one. Instead, she found a list of painting competition participants. She read it carefully. Her name was on number 11, and she found her twin’s name on the second paper. Her twin’s number was 156. So basically Lucy was the morning participant, while Rosy was the afternoon participant.

Lucy stared at the list, still not believing that her twin really joined the competition. She never showed any ability related to art, moreover to painting. Lucy was so curious, was Rosy’s painting indeed that great until she won the competition? But only thinking about that, Lucy became so dizzy. There were too many feelings and thoughts in herself.

Well, I guess I’m not hugging and kissing him.

Lucy went straight home, without waiting for Dad to pick her up. She walked fast through little alleys and spoke nothing to anyone. She didn’t want to meet anyone, especially Rosy. She just wanted to be alone. Once she reached home, she directly went up to the attic. The attic had been her private place when she was sad and angry. The absence of parents for taking care of Rosy made her rely on herself, including when she was down.

Lucy hugged her legs and cried in silence. Her tears wetted her knees. She still couldn’t believe that she lost to Rosy again. The worse was, she was not in second place, but in third place. Lucy wiped her tears. She thought she could beat her this time. She thought she had exerted all her abilities in art to defeat Rosy. The fact that she couldn’t go together with Oliver on the museum trip made her sad even more. It was Rosy who would go together with Oliver on that trip, not her. But still, she couldn’t believe this kind of outcome.

Why? In all possibilities, why it should be her, God? Is there any chance for me? Just a chance…

Lucy stayed still for a while. The idea of switching places was impossible. They never did it since Rosy was a sportive kid and she hated any kind of cheating act. She was rigid with rules. For her, rules existed to be obeyed. She would get what she earned, and the one who would enjoy the result was herself, not the others. So, Lucy started to believe that indeed it was her twin and her crush, who would go to the museum. There was a huge denial in her heart, but she knew that it wouldn’t help the situation became better. So she took her phone out and activated it. She inactivated it to avoid bomb chats from her parents. Soon a dozen messages popped out, and she just ignored it. She typed a message to Mom without replying to her worried messages, saying that she was sorry for not attending celebration dinner and she would come home late.

Lucy headed to a café in the area she didn’t know. It was still around neighbourhood, only that she never explored the area before. A cup of chamomile tea lied on the table and she just stared blankly at the live music. The band was good; the singer could hit the note perfectly. She was about to order another cup when she heard a voice.

“What is the bodyguard doing here without her princess?”

Lucy turned her head to the voice source. Becca, her classmate, sat not too far from her table. Her blue eyes stared Lucy haughtily. She formed a humiliating smile. “Is she fired from her job?”

“Shut up,” Lucy responded shortly and cold. She didn’t want to talk about Rosy or anything related to her. Her purpose to go there was to forget her sadness and her failure. Remembering Rosy just risen up her wound.

Becca still smiled. “May I sit there?”

“Whatever, just don’t annoy me,”

She dragged a chair in front of Lucy. “I know what you are thinking right now,” Lucy stared at her sharply. “It hurts, I understand. Knowing your crush will be going with his girlfriend–oh yeah, you can call her girlfriend–is just… pain,”

Lucy squinted. “What do you mean?” Other than that, how could she know that Oliver was her crush? And did she mention “his girlfriend”? It means… Rosy was Oliver’s girlfriend?

Becca laughed. “Come on, I know that you like him. Oliver Craig, right? I can read your expression, though. Under that thick face, I know you blushed like a soft girl,” She continued, “Unfortunately you always lose from her, even in the love life,”

Lucy gave a glare to Becca. Before Lucy hit her, Becca took out her phone and put it on the table. “Check these out,” Lucy grabbed it and she went speechless. There was a photo, and in it, she saw Oliver grabbing a girl’s hand. They smiled at each other. Swiped left, she saw Oliver kissed the girl and in the other pic, Oliver hugged her. Lucy felt like looking into a mirror when she saw the girl’s face. Who else had a similar face like her if it’s not Rosy.

“Are you kidding me?” Lucy’s voice trembled. She couldn’t believe what she saw. “How could you–“

“I took these photos yesterday. They visited a park near my house. And these are real, I’m not faking it,”

Tears were falling down from Lucy’s eyes again. How could this happen, and I know nothing about this? For how long?

“How?” Becca smiled, but there was something in her smile. Something Lucy didn’t know.

Lucy was silent for a moment. A second later she rose up.

“Enough. What do you want from me? If you just want to mock me like that, you better get going now or I won’t restrain myself,” Lucy cracked her knuckles, staring at Becca fiercely. The addressee stared back at her without fear.

“I’m not mocking you. Instead, I want to offer you cooperation,”

Lucy’s eyebrow rose. “Cooperation?”

Becca smiled cunningly. “Yes, cooperation,”

-----000-----

Lucy stared at her twin who laid unconsciously on a white bed. She stood up next to the bed and observed her twin’s situation. A breathing apparatus was attached to her face and body. Rosy slept like a princess. Her sleeping face seemed sluggish, but still, her innocent aura came out as if she was still so alive.

Lucy looked at her surroundings. A nurse who periodically checked Rosy’s condition had done her job and she smiled at Lucy and her parents. She passed Mom and Dad who blankly stared at Rosy. Mom’s eyes couldn’t get more swollen; she cried for about four hours until tears didn’t come out of her eyes. Dad leaned his back to the sofa and seemed so tired. At a glance, Lucy got the impression that her parents were getting older. Lucy sighed.

The atmosphere of this room was gloomier than Mr. Hawkins's eye bags.

A vibration in her pocket shocked Lucy. She took her phone and there was a name on the screen, calling her. She looked at her parents and got out of the room. The phone kept vibrating until she reached the hospital’s balcony and picked it up.

“Hello,”

“How’s her condition?”

“You knew it. I don’t need to explain it,”

“Hahaha, it’s good then. Are you happy, Lucy? Everything went according to the plan,”

“Well, I…” and with that, Lucy’s mind flew to a few days earlier.

-----000-----

Lucy stared Becca in doubt. “Tell me what you mean,”

“Simple,” Becca said. “Let’s work together to put her to death,”

Lucy gasped. “Isn’t it too harsh?” Killing someone was never in her option when it came to hate someone.

“No,” Becca leaned her back and stared Lucy deeply. “It’s worth what she did to us,” A few seconds later Lucy caught a sorrow in her eyes.

“Lucas was my boyfriend,” Becca said before Lucy asked. “He really loved me until he met Rosy. Since their meeting, he gradually left me,”

There was silence. The music from the band filled up the gap, but the love song meant nothing to two broken-hearted girls.

“Until one day, Rosy left him. He still chased Rosy to reconcile, but Rosy didn’t want him anymore. He was so stressed and I was there for him. I tried to ensure him that she had lost her feelings to him, but he didn’t listen to me.

Next thing I knew, he died. Committing suicide. Lucas’ mom blamed me for his death. I tried to explain it to her, but she didn’t want to listen to me. She never knew that I wasn’t the cause. She never knew that her son betrayed me and I tried to keep him alive. Rosy didn’t come to his burial and she never apologizes to me or to Lucas's mom, until now,”

Becca took out a cigarette and lighted it up. The smoke flew passed Lucy’s shocked face. She finally knew that the boy named Lucas was Becca’s boyfriend. Indeed Rosy once told her that there was a crazy boy called Lucas chasing her. She recalled the shy smiles and blushing in Rosy’s face. She never knew that boy committed suicide since Rosy never told her. Lucy looked at Becca who was smoking casually. She thought for a while.

Rosy had taken her happiness. She took Mom and Dad, her friends, and her crush. She made her as if she was the unwanted child in her own house. She made her feel bad about being herself. But those pain that she felt were nothing compared to Becca’s. She never knew that Rosy, behind her good reputation, could be very cruel. She stole another woman’s man, caused him to death–indirectly–and she didn’t even apologize. She made Becca’s image very bad. Rosy… Rosy deserved to be punished.

“Alright,” Lucy eventually said. “How do we do it?”

Becca smiled. She took something out of her pocket after she turned off her cig. She clenched her fist. “I knew that you went here alone, and I decided to follow you, carrying this around.” Secretly she put it on the table with her handkerchief as the cover. It was a little glass bottle with little chunks of meat in it. Lucy kept her posture erected. She had the feeling that the contents were forbidden and she didn’t want to make others suspicious if she looked at it closely.

“There are some tiny pieces of puffer fish’s heart in this bottle. They are very toxic, the second most powerful toxin in the world. I got it from my father’s lab. I took the one which got the least number of heart pieces of all bottles, so they didn’t notice it. Yeah, I guess,” Becca explained, seemed didn’t care.

Lucy looked at the bottle in amaze and fear. “Just put a few of these bad boys on her food, and they will put her to comma before she dies,” Becca looked at her. “Can you, Lucy?”

Lucy widened her eyes and shifted her view to the bottle. This little thing was a killer. Would she have the heart to kill her twin with this?

“Think about the pain she made for you. How she took all of the things you’ve always wanted,” Becca said while staring deeply at Lucy. “And imagine being blamed for someone’s death and being hated for it,”

Lucy thought for a while. Basically those were Becca’s problem, but she couldn’t stand what Rosy did to Becca. It was just too cruel of her.

“Follow the instruction I wrote in this paper, and you’ll be safe,”

Becca then rose from the table, and without waiting for Lucy’s agreement, she disappeared after she got out of the entrance door. Lucy stayed still in her chair. She read the little paper which was tied up with the bottle. Her eyes moved along Becca’s handwriting. She closed her eyes and opened them. Slowly she stood up and walked out of the café.

“Time to go home,” she said to herself. She had one job. Slowly she patted her pocket, where she kept the bottle.

After arrived at home, she did precisely what Becca had written. Before that, she made sure that everyone was already sleeping. She cut the heart into smaller cuts and inserted them into Rosy’s favourite wheat bread. The thickness of the bread really helped Lucy to hide the chunks. She put them inside the very upmost stack of bread; Mom had a habit to give Rosy the first and second stack of bread. Lucy could guarantee if that habit didn’t change since she had been seeing that as long as she lived in this house. Carefully she finished her job and cleaned the tools she used as clean as she could. She washed the bottle and covered it with a cloth. She would destroy it later and she had burned down the instruction paper. Quickly but quietly, Lucy went to sleep. She was both thrilled and afraid to see what would happen the next day. Obviously, she was happy to imagine Rosy and Oliver’s trip to the museum was cancelled.

She couldn't believe that she was enjoying every scene of Rosy’s poisoning the next morning.

-----000-----

“Hm? What is it, Lucy? Come on, just admitted that you’re happy,” a voice on the other side sounded to hold her laughter.

Lucy didn’t reply. She just smiled. “Four hours later. Am I right?”

“Yeah. Let’s say our last goodbye to her,” Lucy could hear a maniac laugh following that utterance.

Lucy hung up the phone and put it in her pocket. A view on the 7th floor of this hospital was amazing. She could see her house as well as the old white oak tree and their childhood cupboard in the backyard from this altitude. She stared at the cupboard and the bench.

Two little girls in blue and pink gowns were playing tea party and laughed happily. Lucy smiled hollowly.

“Of course my sister, we will be happy together as always…” said the girl in blue gown.

“Right, Rosy?” Lucy climbed the thick glass fence in that balcony. She smiled with her tears falling down. “You were happy, and I am happy,”

A second later a girl’s body landed on the boulevard with a loud crash. Blood flowed out of Lucy’s body.

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Axl's First Exciting Mission

((Hey guys. Today, in going to create a new fan fic today that an idea has flown towards my face. It's about a teenage prototype named Axl, who's very thrilled about the new mission that awaits him, but doesn't really know yet due to the mysterious yet similar maverick hidden within the underground basement of Maverick Hunter HQ that X has warned him about. So again, this story contains yaoi and I understand that it made you uncomfortable. However, if you're a fan, then welcome aboard. Without further ado, please enjoy this fiction. 😊))

Abel City. One of the most clearest town state of all, home of the inhabitants of Earth filled with humans and reploids altogether with meek, sided along of peace. No matter the differences, negligence or other, everyone who is new to the city are freshly more than welcome to live alongside all individuals. Before the roaring stampede of Mavericks would attempt to ruin tranquility, commanded by the gruesome but merciless overlord formerly known as the commander of the Maverick Hunters created by Dr. Cain, Sigma. During the reconnaissance given by his creator to locate the dangerous red maverick, the unstoppable Wily Virus have taken control or finds its way within his core, reestablish the morality. Forcing him to surrender to its power succumbing everything belonging to him, erased right quickly. The growling aura shouts, unleashing the new and improved villain to all who have feared more than their own weaknesses. Gathered up several more irregulars to make an army, destroying the town, killing a few humans, painting the whole planet with his dreams bursting into reality of rearranging a new world for only the strong and powerful reploids to rule. However, it was interrupted by the dynamic duo, X and Zero, shutting down the false fantasy by defeating 8 bosses including the crazed menace. Time and time again. No matter how he would return with more of his invincible forms due to his manipulation of other reploids such Dr. Doppler, Repliforce, Gate, and the rest, the irregular busting crime stoppers will always put an end to his wretched schemes for a new life. After his defeat, tranquility has regain its colors once more, the meaningless conflict between robots and humanity have been silenced. All thanks to the hopeful hunters that every civilization will always look up to.

Not only if there were two that could battle against more threats other than the malicious maverick king, but another hero that arrives to the scene. One that possesses such a great ability like no other being. A compassionate soul so young, lacking maturity yet not the interest of helping those in need when it comes to danger. His name is Axl. Armor themed of the navy blue color striped of red lines, detailed with an X shaped scar across the face by an unknown accident, spiky upward hair and helmet design with a camera lens type inside the crystal. Left the group called Red Alert by his decision on his own to become a hunter due to the view of his friends and scythe wielding leader Red changing their desires of using the briefcase full of chips stolen from Sheeda and the boss for power. Chased by a large mechaniloid, met and teamed up with the crimson sword slasher by taking it down, mistakenly arrested, refused by the indigo pacifist of being or becoming a full pledged hunter, facing off his old colleagues and Red, dueling with the previous mastermind from the beginning and saved the earth again. Still refused, an emergency has been briefed by the blonde navigator, calling to the young gun shooter to race into action.

A new generation built by a blue print, enhanced with the special kind of item known as the Copy Chip. With it, it access the DNA of all reploids even to resist various types of pestilence from every corner. Sadly, the least have chosen to become corrupted as a maverick, including the flesh hating ex commander, at will. None of them have ever experienced such a miracle bestowed upon them. But it doesn't mean that they're immortal. The generation have the same mortality as a few reploids and human alike, making them quite special within their own way possible. Posing them, including the youngster, as hopes of the future as well as protectors. For the land will relax in meekfulness while the heroes do the rest.

Somewhere at Hunter Base, a secret government domain of skilled hunters, the autumn hair youngling rests around the table with legs crossed, seating into the chair slightly bored after the war has ended. Blowing a mist of a sigh. Sure there are no crimes of fire that would be happening right now, but nothing very exciting could ever seek for his attention. For he is lingering in his own boredom by daydreaming.

"Man... This is so boring... Couldn't there be anything fun around here for me do so I wouldn't die in my own sleep?" Groaned the teenage prototype, tilting the side of his head against the hand. Slowly collapsing into a tired state until the Class A expert would arrive at his direction, folding his arms.

"Listen, Axl. I know that you're furiously bored cause of no casualties or invading threats coming to screw up everyone's day, but you have to learn to be patient and let disaster come to us first when duty calls." He explained.

"I know... But it's just no fun sitting around the base to do ABSOLUTELY nothing. Sigh... This is lame..." He griped silently.

"We get it, kiddo. There isn't a speck of villainy around these parts, but It's not the end of the world that quickly, ya know."

"Well.... I guess you're right, Zero. Don't know why I was whining about since we took care of that maverick jerkface. I mean, the three of us, taking the toll on him."

"Heh. I know, and you even single handedly knocked out Sigma with your special copy ability to save our asses. "

"Darn right! Heh. He didn't know what hit him! Thanks to you guys, the legendary Maverick Hunters!"

"No, kid. Thank YOU. Without your help, we would've been dead right now. You're the real hero that the world needs."

"You think so?"

"I know so. But you still got a lot to learn when you're a hunter. Facing with tougher baddies, saving the innocents and all that."

"You got it, boss! Thanks again." Grinned Axl.

"Anytime."

Both of them stare into their peers for just a moment until the reploid teen would lean closer, accidentally deepens the long haired senior with a longing kiss. Laying his hands onto his cheek when he blush with surprised.

"Mmmph?!"

"Mmmm... Mmmmm..."

"Mmmmmph...!"

"Mmmm... Hmm?! Oh shoot! Sorry Zero!" He pulled himself away.

"Axl! What the hell are you doing?! We're not supposed to be doing something inappropriate in public!" He angrily flustered.

"Oops... He he... My bad... Didn't know what got over me."

"Ugh... Look, just try to control yourself, OK? Cause it's getting too weird. And by the way, X told me about an unknown maverick yesterday."

"Really? There's a new bad guy?"

"Mhmm. He was incredibly dangerous. Not to mention as a vampiric version."

"A vampire?"

"Yes. The creature of the night that drinks the blood of mortals to survive, like in the movies. But this baddie is different. He possess as an incubus of some sort. Flirting with woman both reploid and human at once. Or perhaps secretly someone else... Acted very sultry as his personality, but enhanced with an elemental use. Like ice for starters."

"Whoa... Is he really dangerous?"

"Precisely. He had both vampire and incubus personas. But a calming expression. Also with sneaky eyes."

"Wow.... "

Furthermore, he continuously explains more of the mysterious figure's tricks and powerful elements aiding his claws, warning the rookie about what he could do anyone with the unavoidable "secret weapon" that he tells X and crew. Unlike the young gun slinger, everyone is quite aware of this deadly strategy.

"Is that so?" He asked.

"Yes. It's something that no other reploid would escape from. Once being controlled, there's no chance of resisting against it before the..." Unable to say the rest of the sentence it out loud, he finish it by speaking into the kid's earport. Then made him jump of shock.I

"NO WAY! He seduces them?!"

"Not so loud. But yes. He performs a sexual lip locking with females of all kinds. Endlessly."

"Holy crap.... And I thought that a succubus would do the same thing to a guy."

"Yeah. Plus, he would even get a taste of their bodies if necessary..."

"Ewww..."

"But anyway, there's nothing to worry about it now. We've already sealed him underneath the containment basement built with preventable locks." He assured to the wild child, patting his shoulder. "So all is well."

"Heh. Guess so. I was getting a little frantic there. Say, what if he would do the same to me?" He said curiously. But on the inside, quite scared.

"Come on, Axl. There's no way that he would get to you. Or is there?* Smirked the golden headed saber wielder, teasing him.

"Uh oh...."

"Oh, I'm just yanking your chains. So long as you stay put, far away from that containment cell. I'm counting you to remain on your post. Understood?"

"Yes sir! I'll try my best!" He saluted.

"Good. I'll be in the meeting room. Do your best, Axl." Ordered Zero as he nodded.

"You got it!"

"One more thing... If anything happens when you're in danger, be sure to contact me or X by the earport."

"Roger that!"

"Oh. And one last thing..." He went up to the energetic teen boy, grabs him by the head to return the sinking kiss aggressively.

"Mmmph!!"

"Mmmmmmmmmwah. There. Now we're even."

"Ack! *Cough cough* Geez, Zero! Guess that'll teach me a lesson!"

"Just giving back the favor. Try to continue your duty, got that?" He chuckled teasingly, before leaving for a meeting.

"Yes sir...." Spat the young begginer.

With the examination talk aside, he walked off to attend a meeting with other hunters and navigators. But, then stopped for a pondering solution just for the lad in dark blue due to the kiss. Stood there into the middle of the hall, he felt the affected warmth melting away the coldness by touching his lips. Even though he haven't experienced nor practice empathy towards anyone but to his friends that he deeply trusts before.

"Huh... What is this weird tingling that I'm getting? Sure it was an accident, but... it feels so soft... And tense..." He imagined. "Hmm... Maybe the kiss wasn't such a bad accident after all. Actually, it's kinda hot too... Mmmm... Axl... He really is a good kid, even though his immaturity annoys the hell outta me a little." Smiling slowly from the straight stern written on his face, the idea has driven to his mind for a moment. Granting him the opportunity to pose as dangerous yet sexy winged maverick for his young friend to "fight off" with. He quickly walks into the room while no one is looking, morphing his original armor into an Absolute transformation to act as the unknown maverick.

"He he he... Perhaps I'll give the brave little hunter a special solo mission he'll never forget~ A chilling "battle", that is~" He plotted. Cycling his tongue around the pale lips, tasting the smooching marks led by the novice hunter from the former organization of assassins. For a surprise trick will never fail to get the jump on him.

Meanwhile, outside into the garden fields behind HQ during midnight, the emerald eyed gun blaster is relaxing his butt off from all the boring worriness dancing across his head all cheered up from the conversation he had with the die hard blonde, arms at the back of his head and boots crossed. Watching above the glittering stars of the night skies, so beautiful and sparkly to his pupils.

"Ahhh... What a beautiful nightfall... No wars, criminals or intruding crooks around at bay... Just some all out peace at last...." Sighed the dual wielding lad, succumbed by the wonders of the brighten dots as well as the graceful moon. The decent opposite of daytime for every or less generations to witness, secondly to lay back and watch. Everything that the red violet ex maverick have said about peace is very true, no worries, miscreants or anything too risky for that matter. It is a cesspool of non violent freedom to swim about all the time without ever getting out.

"I really miss Red... He's like the true father I never had, before going bonkers from those stupid case loaded with corny chips that changed him... Sigh.... But, his DNA will always be carried within my mimic enhancement... And in my memories too..." Tears have descended from his eyes, remembering of his foster father that caused him to grieve. However, as the new recruited hunter, he wiped them off by fist to get his spirit together.

"*Sniff...* What am I sobbing for...? Big boys don't cry. They would stay valiant and kick the crap outta fear! Heck, I'm a brave man now, in fact, I'm a Maverick Hunter! Yeah! Those creeps are gonna be very sorry if they first took a gander of me!" Cheering himself up with self encouragement, he would practice his kicks into the middle of the garden, fantasizing of him shooting multiple enemies who are robbing banks, abusing civilians and more. Hearing the applause washing all over him, women admire his fearlessness by delicate smooches. It will be his wonderful dream come true.

"Yeah.... That's right, ladies... Plenty of me to go around... He he he..." He imagines of himself surrounded by women giving him kisses by gently stroking his body all over. Until suddenly, a ringing has disturbed his daydreaming sequence. Must be an emergency or some sort. Or worse, he might have done anything disrespectful by switching the report papers. He then respond by the ear port.

"This is Axl."

"He he he he.... Hello there, Maverick Hunter Axl...." Then, a sudden deep voice has reached to him with a comely yet seductive vibe.

"Who is this?! Where's Zero?!" Replied Axl, demanding for a certain answer.

"There's no need to be angry, boy... I'm sure that he's perfectly safe with me... For now... He he he..." He replied.

"You bastard!"

"Mmm... Aren't we fueled with anger? I like that in a boy~ Truly that I would admire a woman, but never mind them... For I already found someone right in front of me~"

"Found who!?"

"You~"

What the young pistol user didn't really know, despite of a mysterious call, is that a dangerous "maverick" was quietly behind him the entire time. He have felt his chilling presence speaking to his ears until he jumped back from the "enemy".

"What the?! Who are you?!"

"He he he... Haven't your precious red friend ever warned you about me~?"

"So you're that scary looking maverick jerk that he told me about!"

"Precisely~ But enough of the meaningless introductions~ I've come here to have fun with you~" Approaching the incubus themed reploid, making his way to the youthful ward of the hunters.

"W...What are you doing?! Step off from me!" He quivered slightly, reversing himself from his opponent while trying to gulp his pride whole. "Y..You're suppose to seduce women, not men!"

"You're correct, my young plaything~ But...." He teleported for moment. Seeing as kind of a magic trick, the former member of Red Alert was infuriated by that. But, giving him a chance to draw out his trusty Axl Bullets just in case the malicious "intruder" reveals himself again.

"All right. This is it. Time to take out some maverick tr-" Then, something very impossible has happened to him. He was interrupted by the disappearing individual, now visible, by placing his clawed hand upon his innocent cheeks. Rubbing them for a quick second until the touch has intrigued his interests.

"Ohh yes~ Your flawless face is so passionate, along with your delicious figure~ So hot~" He examined, circling his palms very slowly.

"H...Huh...?!" He frozed.

"Not only do I desire for females, but in secret, I love males as well~ That's why I found you, little boy~ Now, how about a little privacy to shield ourselves from this world~?

"Are you insane?! Why would I wanna date a-" Stopped once more with a hungry kiss had made the adolescent reploid dropped his weapons. Defeated by something very consensual that he had never seen before.

"Mmmmph! Mmmph!"

"Mmmmmm~ Just try to relax~ And let go of your unwanted fury you've kept for so long~" Repelled the goth colored vampire, staring at his leaf colored eyes to hypnotize him.

"Mmmmm...." At last, he was fully compelled to the deadly spell that Zero mentioned earlier. He tried to fight it off, but it too late.

"Good boy~ Now, let's retreat into a secret place to have our little mission together~ Forever~"

"Yes, master..."

Teleporting both him, along with his mind controlled captive to a darker basement cell underneath the base to continue their "battle" in peace, they can finally have a much more privacy zone to make some love. Setting the youngling onto the bed gently while pinning him down softly, he began to sip his longing kiss once again into a seductive way.

"Mmm~ Mmmmm~ God, your lips are very tasty, but yet beautiful~ I love it when it shines brightly than a diamond~" He was fascinated by his pure and polished lips.

"Mmmm..." The future hunter would conduct the same while hugging around his master's neck, giving into the lip mashing. Connecting both of their armored bodies with approach to began the intensive grinding. Gripped tightly of their embrace to never release each other or to be separated. Finally alone together, into the dark underground area filled with nothing but lights which will be activated automatically by clapping. But it's probably best to have them off for a special night just for two.

Their anatomy would polish one another into a normal pace, meeting face to face. Or perhaps chest to chest. Jointed into a pleasurable condition as the demonic ice maverick tilted his head towards the thinly neck of the rambunctious prototype, running up and down of his snake like tongue to please him.

"U...Unh~..."

"He he he... You like that~? How about this~?" He downward his tongue a little further, all over his body, and mostly, his little private briefs.

"Unh... Unh....!" The flustered expression has appeared in his face.

"That's it, little man~ Let it all out~"

"Unh.... Unh... Unh.... Oh man.... It's so good... Unh..."

He continued to taste more of the youthful newbie, onto the legs, even the chest and mouth. Then returns for a thirsty tongue on tongue action to juice up the peacefully mood.

"Mmmph...." Moaned the pea shooting individual.

"Mmmmm~"

Their tongues were performing a tango during a kiss. Enjoying a perfectly evening at meek for a desirable dance. Dipping one of them after a dazzling twirl. Outside, the incubus would place his clawed hand upon the dual wielding lad's cute little buttocks for a casual spanking.

"Ahh....!"

"Well, you have been a very naughty boy, Axl~" He said playfully, gripping it very hungrily.

"Ahh...! Yes, I'm a very bad boy, master..." He moaned again, but with an enjoyable act.

"You know what happens to bad little boys~? They deserved a good spanking~"

He then gives him a very good slap to the ass, not too hard but lightly. Patting it like a beloved pet.

"Mmm... More master..." Begged Axl.

"That's more like it~ Yes, you may have another~" He rapidly punishes the tiny little rump. Just to give him more.

This was his first special mission he had with the shadowed themed hunter unlike any kind. Thrilling and exciting for a boat load of duels awaiting for his call when it comes to danger. He asked for something dangerous, now it arrives to him and was purposely delivered. Endlessly lingering by his ice user's grasp, but an a lustful way. Flushing away his tired boredom along with the annoyed whining down the toilet for good. For the new memories of his new friends have replaced the previous one from his mind, straighteningly stored to inherit it forever.

And finally, the true feud shall finally commenced.

"Now then~ Are you ready~?" Questioned the winged hunter.

"Ready when you are, master." He replied, lending his neck closely to him with his dipped head.

"Yeeeeeesssss~ I'm going to enjoy this more like I admire you~" He grinned, revealing his white diamond fangs for a scrumptious dinner. Axl was a little nervous, but not afraid to allow his mentor to seduce his sexy neck. Hissing very quietly with a purr, he gently bit it, inserting his fangs into the synthetic flesh.

"A...Ahhh...."

"Mmmmm~"

Like any other vampire whose patiently desperate for blood in order to survive, he is interest into necks. One of his favorite sexual parts of the body that will never cease to amaze him by the slightest. It really inspired his needs even more than talon his enemies with one strike. Plus, he even dreams in his slumber. And now, he finally had a chance to permanently suck on the thin yet strongly part of the new gen teenager.

"Mmmmmmmm~ So sexy~" He moaned comely, wiggling the tongue to clean off the blood from the marks on his disciple's neck.

"Ahhh..." He moaned yet again, puffing out a warm steam from his mouth. Enjoying his solo mission to the fullest than just lounging around at his post.

"Mmm~ Your blood is so hyper and sweet~ I really appreciate it so much, Axl~" Licked the unknown maverick, who later showed his true identity by removing his helmet. The rookie gunner gasped, knowing it was...

"Zero!?"

"Hey, kiddo~ Liking your new mission~?" Said the pale blonde upperclassmen. The plot twist has shocked the scarred youth.

"You're the unnamed maverick?!"

"That's right~ Just giving you a new lesson when this is all over~"

"No freaking way! I...I'm really sorry for kissing like that! It's not like me at all! I..." He was silenced by his friend's deep smooch as his forgiveness for the accident that occurred from the start.

"Heh. Don't worry about it, you cute little runt~ Accidents happen sometimes when you're new~ So there's no need to get all apologetic about it~"

"Well... You're right, Zero. Thanks for understanding." He cheered up.

"So~ Ready to continue our little private mission together, partner?"

"You know it, boss~"

And so, two hunters have resume their reconnaissance by kissing into the lips once more, making out in peace with the saber wielding senior's wings folded across them for a more comfortable terms.

"Oh Zero~"

"Axl~"

"Zero~...."

"Axl~....."

"Zero~...." He whispered.

"Axl~...." Same with the black crimson blond.

Tranquillity has comfort the town of Abel City during the return, free from the dreaded master and his army of mavericks pillaging amok by trying to scare humanity from the face of existence, all dealt with by the fearless Maverick Hunters. And not to mention Axl as well, the third hero that the world will look up to and will always count on. He may have lack immaturity unlike X and Zero, but has the potential will for caring about his trustworthy friends and saving everyone from certain devastation invading the earth. But for now, all is peace once again. And their thinks belong to the true hero for his bravery to protect mankind at all cost and his pure of heart. Thank you, Maverick Hunter Axl, for your limitless generosity and protection of all humans and reploids living in equality, as well as in harmony.

The End

#megaman #zero #axl #yaoi #absolute zero #fan fic #2020 #story

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sorcererinthestars · 5 years

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A very happy belated birthday to my darling @shadeofazmeinya. My apologies for not being around much this weekend, but to make up for it, here is a birthday ficlet! I hope you enjoy!

unedited, so sorry if it makes no sense!

Loosely inspired by this beauty by the one and only @fahchaus

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A wedding was not seen often in the lands of the Gods. Particularly a union between so powerful gods as the Solar Queen and the Wild One. The humans below had even felt a Stirring - something was happening as the sun and the shadows seemed to shift on themselves. It was a feeling of mystery, similar to the one that gripped hearts in the center of an unknowing wood. Not bad. Just ... unsettling. Like a higher power was now changing and the way the world works would be forever changed. For the Pantheon, well, they were just thrilled that such a happy union was able to be created right under their noses. They turned their small world into a utopia, a beautiful place for a wedding. Their Tree - the giant Tree, the One Tree - was decked out in floating lights. Flowers and garlands were strewn everywhere. Michael watched the whole affair from the throne in the sky. He wasn’t hiding, per se. Not really. Hiding meant he didn’t want to see the others and that wasn’t true at all. He wanted to see them. Especially Gavin. But he felt kind of ill. Binding a human union was broken by death. A godly union couldn’t be broken by anything at all. They could throw away the rings, sure, but they’d still be Bound by blood and magic. It was a strong Oath. Jack - it was always Jack - landed next to him after about an hour of sulking. His feet hung off the edge of the platform and he gave Michael a bit of a smile, flowers braided into his beard for the festivities. “Nervous?” “No!” Michael snaps. He shifts, hoping not to muss his ceremonial clothing. His pink armor was gone for now, but his pink sword stayed. Instead, he was shirtless, his clothing simple but somehow made magnificent by the swirls of magic glyphs painted on his skin like war paint. Binding Runes, given to him by the Creator - Ryan. “Yes,” Jack just chuckled. “It’s okay to be nervous, Michael. I haven’t said I’ve ever wed before, but the humans pray to me sometimes when they do it, and it seems like they all have marvelous times.” “They’re humans...,” Michael murmurs. “It’s different.” “Maybe,” Jack shrugs, squeezing his leg a bit in solidarity. “But the Solar Queen has always been there for you. You love him. This is just binding the Wild Places with the Sun. It’s helping the world Below. And it’s helping you. I don’t think its something to be frightened of.” Michael frowns and looks below, catching sight of a small retinue by the machines. The flash of light too powerful to be anything that wasn’t his Lover. His Gavin. He frowns but can’t help the flash of longing in his throat. Jack chuckles. “Look at you. Pining when he’s just down below. You’re smitten. Just give it a few more hours and you’ll be together. I promise.”

*** Jeremy had to wear special glasses to get Gavin ready for his big day. The man was positively glowing in excitement. No nerves here, just enthusiasm. He was the one who proposed, after all, and the Sun never really dimmed on his love. He was a man who had dark moods, dreadful moods, but not today. Shimmering, he seemed to wear cloth spun from the very rays of sunlight he controlled. White and shining, they draped over his body, gold bands around both arms. A halo of sunlight wrapped around his head. Jeremy finished the last of the draping and stepped back to admire his work. “Hell,” he huffs. “I’d hate to get blood on this.” Gavin shot him a look. “I’ll incinerate you, you knob.” Snorting, Jeremy shook his head. “I’m clean, I promise. And hey, this marriage thing doesn’t mean you can get out of helping me with the blood .. you know that, right?” The other chuckled and his grin was positively menacing. “No, of course it won’t,” he purrs. “I want to see what happens when we finally active the minging thing anyways.” “You two seem to be almost done,” a third voice pitched in. It was warm and dark and the man who carried it seemed to have an aura of night around him, sparking like the spots of stars reflected in the warm pools of shadows that condensed in every footstep. They didn’t often show off like this. But this was a special occasion and they all felt the need to act their best. The Dark God brushed his fingers over his Solar Queen’s face, just gently. “Seems like you finally found the perfect fit for your energy,” he smiles. “I’m happy for you.” Gavin seemed to shine a bit brighter and he laughs. “I’m not dying, you mong, I’m just moving into Michael’s cabin. Works on as usual tomorrow.” Ryan smiles back, chuckling too. “I suppose, but I won’t be surprised to see your mantles both change a bit because this. The Solar Queen and the God of the Wild Ones may be forever changed.” Gavin frowns a bit, his heart skipping a beat, but he swallows back the fear. “We’re ready for this.” Ryan bowed his head a bit. “I’m sure you are.” ** The wedding was a small affair, in the end. They didn’t have any other followers except them on the island anyways. They even dressed Geoff up and got him to leave his chickens for the party. The man had hugged both Gavin and Michael and gave them his best. He said he’d name chickens after them... which was a big step, seeing who had killed the most of his beloveds. When Gavin came through the gates and into the farm where they all waited by the tree, Michael thought his heart was going to stop in joy. The Creator, Ryan, officiated the ceremony. It was soft and sweet, but the binding magic felt firm around them both. When they kissed, the small crowd erupted in joy. Michael almost couldn’t let go, his head dizzy from the warmth and power of his lovely boy. The rings seemed to echo that power... they were One now, for better or for worse. The sky seemed brighter to Michael, but maybe that was just excitement. But he could have sworn he saw a tree extend a few leaves Gavin’s way... a True sign of the Lord of the Wilds. ** It was quiet when they finally got back to their small cabin after the ceremonies were complete. They closed the doors and were finally alone together, staring at each other across the pool of light from their small torches. Gavin was still glowing slightly, but looked tired. It didn’t dampen the smile across his face. Michael stepped forward, putting his sword to the side. “Hello,” he purrs, pulling Gavin closer to him a bit. His boy laughed. “Hi.” They kissed then, soft but demanding, passionate in the way that the kiss at the wedding could not be. Michael twisted his hands in the fabric and yanked him close, pulling his Solar Queen against his body as Gavin’s arms wrapped around his waist. They kissed as if the other was air, was life, was warmth. When they pulled apart, foreheads pressed together, Michael laughed and Gavin did too, until they were both cackling, unable to understand the magic that now tied them together. Michael looked down at his ring, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe we went through with it,” he whispers. “Second thoughts?” Gavin asks, a bit of anxiety in his tone. “Jack was saying...” “Jack needs to learn to keep a fucking secret,” Michael retorts, pulling him in for another soft kiss. “I’m not having second thoughts. Anything but. I’m just... it’s a lot.” “It is,” Gavin said, kissing at his neck while Michael spoke, before pulling back a bit. “But for now, it’s our wedding night, and I want to see how many of those war paint sigils I can break before morning.” Michael’s smile is bright. “Come on, then, you.” The sun may be setting down on their little island, but the start of a new life was just beginning. Down a bit on their Island, the other Gods smiled, knowing that they had started a new life, a new generation of happiness in their world. And down below, humans celebrated without knowing why, without fully grasping the triumph of the heavens. For now the Wilds, once dark and full of terror, were tamed by the Solar Queen. And the brightness of the sun now brought new life where there wasn’t one before. All hail the Union and let it burn bright.

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aclockworkschime · 5 years

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Her first instinct was to immediately run to his side and hold onto him, the fear still fresh in her mind, so it was all she could do. However, the impulse immediately died the second she reached him, her hand an inch away from grabbing onto his hand or maybe a piece of his clothing. When her eyes met his her entire body froze, her mouth thinned to a thin lie and fear once again froze over her. They were so cold, his pupils thinned to menacing slits as he turned to face her, a low sound escaped him and Yui realized it was a sigh, a low disappointed and infuriated sound; it was almost a growl. She flinched at it, it was a warning sound. She swallowed soundlessly and slowly brought her arm back, her heart fell deep into the pit of her stomach as she remained locked under his gaze. She hadn't felt this type of fear of for such a long time, it strange it felt wrong, but his very aura reeked of an almost murderous intent. When Shin had gotten into the scene even he immediately shut his mouth and his eye became sharp, attentive. She couldn't see him, but she knew from the first initial call he had arrived and had shut his mouth. The fact that Shin would not say anything, no snappy quip or comment at her foolishness or even admonish her behavior, and even remained at his place in the doorway told her enough; she had absolutely crossed a line she should have never even approached. Her hands curled over her chest, her heart hammering away underneath them, pumping her chilled blood throughout her body and making her feel almost numb. Yet there was nothing to take away this painful sense of being rejected so strongly by the person whom she held dearly. "It seems you have yet to know your place here." That was all he said to her, surely before when they had first met he had said harsher things, verbal abuse was nothing new, she had endured so much more than simple words. But they had come so far, his way of speech had become softer with her, he had come to learn to love her. This sentence was a far cry from how he used to refer to her and such, but this had hurt. It sliced through her like a finely sharpened blade, his tone bringing life to her nerves and alighting them with a flame she wished she never had the displeasure of ever experiencing. She gulped again and lowered her eyes that glistened with fresh, unshed tears; she dared not make a sound and remained as such for a moment. The pressure of his presence never lightened, it remained heavy and dangerous she dared not even make a sound despite the slight notion that she should respond, felt the immense pressure that she should respond. Try and explain it to him, she thought. He'll understand if you speak. Even Shin quietly hoped she would respond, but another moment passes and silence remained undisturbed. It seemed that was enough of Carla's patience. It would have made sense to her if he decided to drag her with him like he had before to suffer a scolding, he had done so before when she didn't think of her actions and messed up. The very fact that he avoided her touch and swiftly walked on by without a word or glance back made her heart fall even deeper than before. "Shin." he called, his voice even and undisturbed as though he were back to normal, but the two in the room knew better. Shin became more attentive and immediately faced him. "Yes Brother?" They spoke amongst themselves, it was business as usual and neither cared if she listened in. However, Yui would normally join them or give them their space to discuss work, but she couldn't even bring herself to move. She knew he didn't want her anywhere near him and doing so would only make his anger flare even more and that was a point even she knew never to cross. Their talk was soon finished and Carla disappeared. Shin lingered for a moment longer, sparing the unresponsive girl a glance before going off to fulfill whatever matter Carla had charged him with. If he had taken her with him to admonish her, it would have made sense to her, if he had even took her right there and punish her with harsh bites, that too would have made sense to her. Carla did neither and for a while, he never showed himself to her and this only made Yui feel worse. When dinner time came, there was only one plate of food prepared for her and a wolf left for company. Shin had not yet returned from his errands and it seemed very clearly that Carla would not join her tonight as well. The sight made her sad and bring new tears to her eyes, but she didn't allow them to fall. She waited hopelessly for a while, but when the wolf lying beside her huffed, she felt her stomach fall. It was a clear answer neither of the brothers would join her tonight. The food was delicious as usual, but her tongue couldn't taste a single bite that went past her lips.

The next day Shin greeted her in the morning at breakfast. He had returned some time late at night and seeing him greet her and remain himself made her feel slightly better, she knew things had not settled. After asking whether all was well for him in regards to his work with his brother, she decided to bite the bullet and ask of Carla. Almost immediately, Shin's expression fell and became troubled. "Hmm, listen you. Just for a while, I don't think it's a good idea to approach Brother without reason." Yui's expression deflated at his words and she became sad once more. Those weren't the words she was hoping for. "You really had gone off the far end this time." His words weren't meant to be taunting and she knew so, Shin was far from being mischievous in this matter and his face spoke with all the seriousness of a Founder. He wasn't making light of her situation. "Even I haven't seen Brother this furious. Best to stay low for a while until he comes for you." he sighed. Yui only let out an affirmative sound before excusing herself to clear the table. She had hoped maybe Shin could help give her a bit of courage to face Carla and try to mend things, but even he warned against that. What was she to do? It's been more than a week after the incident, Yui kept herself from wandering past the gardens yet even trips to what is usually a calming place was scarce for her. She remained confined within the walls of the castle, not by the orders of the brother, but of her own accord and it seemed to chip away at her mental and physical health. She hadn't been eating well recently, her food not even half finished before she would get up and throw away the leftovers. Shin scolded her for wasting precious food, especially if he had prepared it and though his angered words would get to her and she'd promise not to do so in the future, there was no helping it. It only seemed to make her eat even less much to the younger brother's chagrin. Still she couldn't help it, Carla has not shown himself since and Shin wouldn't tell her anymore than absolutely necessary. "He's busy with this and that, it's not a good idea to disturb him." he would respond and though he would feel bad for her, he wouldn't cave in to her requests. Most of the time, he was indeed correct that Carla had been busy and was not in the castle most of the day, only returning late at night after she had gone to sleep. If he was in a good enough mood he would speak with Shin for a short while before retiring to his own room. In all honesty, this little rift between the two of them was starting to get on his nerves, however, he still valued his immortal life to keep his mouth shut and wait out this course even if it was giving him a headache. Yui had tried to gather enough courage to face Carla herself, after all it was only right. For humans it's normal to want to reaffirm relationships no matter how scary it could be sometimes. For those of the underworld however, things may not be the same, but in time she was sure Carla would accept her. If he didn't well, she figured she would worry about it then. This state that they're in, it couldn't last forever. Unfortunately, with her weakened state, she felt she perhaps shouldn't today. She has lost some weight and though blood has not been taken from her in quite a while, she was still vulnerable. She would rest a while before thinking of how she should address this with Carla. That night it was both a pleasant and terrifying surprise that three plates were set on the table for dinner. It was usually only herself and a wolf, with Shin there occasionally. However, the dinner itself was incredibly stiff and the air weighed down on her. Carla, it seemed, was still not pleased with her. He seemed to be ignoring her presence during, eating his meal at a slow even place, fooling the average eye that he was unbothered at all and perhaps he was. Yui couldn't tell, but his presence was still cold. Things remained unchanged and to this she silently let out a breath. "Why are you not eating, do you think it is acceptable to waste food offered to you?" His voice jolted her from her thoughts, in fact it's been so long since she's last heard him that the sound of his voice almost made her head hurt. Has it really been that quiet without talking with him? She was far too slow to respond, probably from the shock that he had finally spoken to her and from her growing physical fatigue. "I've asked you a question, woman." She sat up straighter and looked up. His gaze was the same and it nearly made her flinch. She lowered her hand, trying to make as little noise as possible when placing the utensil to rest. "I'm sorry, I just haven't been feeling well to finish..." "And for that, you think you can simply waste it? Should I remind you who it is that you are speaking to and to where it is you reside?" The stab in his tone made her flinch and the temperature around her had fallen a few more degrees, any more and she would be shivering at the glare directed at her. Suddenly, she felt it. She recognized that look and the fear slowly began to eat away at her, it was the same look he had when they had first met, when she had first come to this castle. As if struck back into the past, she didn't know how to respond, she couldn't read him. "F-forgive me..." but even with such a weak response she couldn't bring herself to lift the fork to her mouth. She couldn't even register the weight in her fingers. Another sigh escaped him and then he was moving from his chair. "Shin, take care of this." Yui had forgotten Shin was even there, but the fact didn't bring her any comfort, her eyes were locked to Carla; wary. He stopped just beside her chair and she waited barely able to breathe. "Come." A single command, yet the girl hesitated. She would have expected a hand harshly grabbing her forearm and forcing her up, but he remained still, never once making a motion to grab. Were she back in the beginning, her past self would have been relieved, but this only made her even more cautious and dreading what he had planned. He didn't order her again, waiting almost patiently but they all knew, the more time passed, the worse it would so she hurried to get up. A dizzy spell came over alongside a nauseous feeling. Yui stumbled a bit with her footing and had almost grabbed onto him for support, but his eyes scared her and she recoiled before even touching the sleeve of his coat. She mumbled a hasty apology and waited once her footing was somewhat stable, but they remained there for a moment longer, Carla staring down at her with a scorn in his gaze. It only made her feel smaller than ever before. When they had reached his room, there was a change of clothes for her after she had showered. Carla had once again disappeared without her notice, but she remained in his room. There were no wolf familiars around, although it should have been expected. Carla does not have his familiars out for longer than necessary. Probably because it is usually Shin wandering around gathering information and surveying the territories. "Yui." Once again his voice startled her and she immediately turned to face him. "Carla... san." she whispered his name, but it did nothing to calm that silent fury burning in his eyes. He was truly upset with her that he hadn't done a thing to her. Occurrences would happen sometimes, translated to humans it would be the same as a few lovers quarrel. Rough bites, harsh touches, they seemed excessively unnecessary to the untrained eyes, but those times she could see just how much she had affected him with those mishaps and the same for him. Usually, she would never push him away unless it was truly unlike him and if she truly did not wish for him to touch as uncommon as such a scenario is, yet Carla would never wholeheartedly reject her such as now. He only said her name and then promptly left her to shower and change. She took that as her cue to get into bed and maybe try to sleep. Try as she may, however, the thought was easier said than done. She listened to him moving around until he finally joined her, but once again he made no move to touch or even address her. She had no idea what her purpose in coming here in his room was if he was planning on doing nothing. Then again, what did she expect. If he had chose to bite her when he had returned or planned to after he had showered, would she have been relieved? If it was for something else, would that have been any better? The bed sank further under his weight as Carla entered the bed. It hadn't fallen into a coughing fit, but his body ached and the bruises throbbed painfully on his flesh. He had planned to scold her again, reprimand her for the past incident and to learn if she had truly understood the situation she had put herself in, but once she saw her curled up with her back facing him, he had to pause for a moment. Her back to him showed submission and he had to wonder if that was very wise of her with how his state of being is at the moment. He hummed quietly to himself, whatever the case, it still did not quell his anger towards her. But it has been a very long time since he has last touched her in any way. In greeting, wellness, intimacy and the like, he had not truly checked in on her save for having a familiar on standby, watching her. He sighed again as he finally joined her, he could sense she was awake still even if she tried to hide the fact. No matter, he did not feel particularly in the mood to speak. He simply slid up close until her back met his chest and an lazily went over to rest at her waist. The motion however, roused her instantly and her head turned to look at him. Carla remained unbothered, but he could sense the uneasiness in her eyes through the dark. He noticed that she looked and reacted to him the same way she had in the beginning, but her desire to leave remained absent. For now, that was fine. Yui on the other felt maybe she had a chance and so, she started to turn. When their eyes met again however, she froze. His arm hadn't changed in the way that it simply rested against her, but his eyes held a warning in them. They narrowed at the motion and she shied away from the idea a bit, but she tried to persevere. "Carla-san..." she whispered, but there came no response for a while. "... May I turn?" she asked shyly, her voice holding a slight quiver. She did not move without permission, but the man behind her remained silent until finally he raised his arm a tiny bit granting her an opening. Yui took it immediately and before she knew it, her face had nuzzled into his neck. The action surprised her greatly and for a second she feared she had gone too far, but once again Carla remained unresponsive. He breathed out a sound, but nothing more. "I miss this..." she admitted, her voice trembling. She was almost close to tears. Loneliness is what she had been suffering from this entire time, Carla knew. The anger he felt was great, a rage enough to blind a King into a fit, and it was because of this anger that he had distanced himself from her. He did not want to harm her to such an extent that he may lose her, but he did notice her depression as a result. His familiar would inform him of her activities and most of not all were out of character for her. She had not been herself and had lost her appetite. Shin had informed his as well. "Is this alright?" he would ask sometimes, but he never answered and simply walked away. The Founder King did not answer her, but he did move. His arm came to move her head away and expose her neck. His expression was cold and Yui thought that this would occur and braced herself, normally she wouldn't like this act of his under these tense circumstances, but she missed him so much, she would take anything at this point. The piercing of his fangs into her flesh is rough and her body jumps from the pain, her hand takes a fistful of his clothes as she whimpers her name. "I'm sorry..." she whispers. It isn't a plea for him to stop, only her wishes in getting her feelings for him across. He drinks from her for only a short time before he removes his fangs and closes his mouth over the wound, licking at it continuously until he feels the skin reattach and mend.

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madly-handsome · 6 years

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...Promise?

A/N There was a prompt ages ago about the Sides all having the same name and not being related...and I can’t find it so if someone does please link me so I can give the proper credit to the brilliant mind who thought of it first!

Word Count: 3525

Pairings: Moxiety (Romantic at the end)

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Major character death

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Shoot! He was going to be late on his first day!

The sun threatened to bake Virgil like his oven had the cookies he and Patton made last night. The fiery ball of death wasn’t as kind and sweet as his best friend though, and even if both could manage to make his skin burn with red, the sun did it out of retaliation and violence. It wasn’t his fault his skin incessantly betrayed him. It was out of his control! Fearing the irritation, he fled from his safe haven. He managed to briskly maneuver out of his dorm and into the science building before any marks could be made. Late late late! What was he thinking!? Sleeping in like that...he knew he’d be late and he went through with it anyway! Clad in all black and his purple hoodie, he followed behind one of his fellow peers. There was no way he was going to be late today, that was for sure. He hadn't been late before, and he was certain his Physics professor wouldn’t let it slide.

The man in front of him peered over his shoulder, cool earthy tones meeting his dark chocolate irises. A smirk twisted up his face, yet it was precise rather than menacing. He adjusted his large square frames. “I see you are prompt with your arrival this morning.”

“I’m trying,” Virgil chuckled, speeding up slightly so he could walk beside the one he was speaking to despite his labored breathing. He wasn’t one for conversations, but this guy seemed really...calm. That was a first.

“And you are succeeding. At this rate you will arrive early.”

Silence hung above their heads, feet tapping against the cool polished floors beneath them. Up the stairs, make a left, and at the end of the hall they arrived at their destination. Virgil could sense the other's aura as sophisticated and clear, which was quite refreshing to relish in. The man outstretched a firm hand, “Logan Sanders. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Sanders?

“I didn’t think my last name was that common.” Virgil mumbled more to himself than the other, baffled over the phenomenon. Heh. Who knew? He took his hand. “Virgil Sanders.”

The other’s pristine eyebrows shot up. “It seems we have a conundrum. There appears to be three Sanders students attending this college, with the same colored hair and eyes no less.” His fingers hooked under his chin in thought, “Our jaw structures appear to be similar as well, and we share similar freckles across our cheeks. Yet we are all ‘brothers of other mothers.’ Intriguing.”

“I didn't know you knew Patton.”

Logan’s shock amplified on his face. “Oh? There is another? I was referring to my nonsensical theater major roommate Roman Sanders.”

Virgil’s smile grew. “Oh my roommate’s Patton Sanders! Nice guy, pretty infectious with his kindness. I wouldn't be surprised if you knew him.”

“Are his energy levels...extensive? If so I believe I've heard of him, but we never held a proper conversation before.”

Virgil shivered, “Sometimes he can be a lot, but I know he means well.”

“Well, this is...quite intriguing,” Logan laughed, nodding in acknowledgement. “From one Sanders to another, I look forward to speaking with you again. Though I must warn you, I am not one for social interactions. I'm afraid I'm quite terrible at them.”

“Oh trust me, I loathe people with a passion.” A smile seeped through Virgil's persona. “But...you’re not that bad Logan.”

“Likewise, Virgil.”

Someone pinch him he was dreaming.

The professor was on paternity leave, so the college had to have another professor fill in until he returned. This guy also looked similarly to all the other Sanders in the room. Oh, Virgil couldn’t wrap his head around it. He hoped his last name wasn't Sanders too. That would be too perfect.

A-And...Patton was in this class!? Since when??!!

“Virge hey!”

Patton Sanders: cutie pie number one and most trustworthy best friend of all time. Without him, Virgil wouldn’t be the man he became, and he certainly wouldn’t be as happy. Patton was the kind of dude who’d always have your back even if times were tough, and his personality could soothe even the strictest beings on any planet. If the world was ending, Patton should be protected at all costs. Without Patton, reality would be unbearable to live in. This world's beacon...chose to sit beside Virgil of all people. Virgil!

“I tried getting you up this morning, but you wouldn't budge,” he giggled, “So I let you sleep in a bit. You really needed the rest kiddo. I'm proud of you for finally getting it! Classes can be hard but you're doing your best, and that's what matters. And you matter. The only thing that doesn't matter is energy!”

Typically he'd be upset if someone didn't wake him up, but it was impossible to have any bitter emotions towards his own definition of perfect. He allowed a chuckle to slip past his lips over the pun. “Thanks Pat.”

“Anytime!”

Virgil hated being selfish, but he'd give anything to keep Pat by his side for the rest of his life. Not because he was compassionate and breathtaking...even though those traits were quite a treat too. No, Patton was more than that. It was impossible to explain how...but he just...was. He understood Virgil better than anyone else! Sure he could do that with anyone, but he chose to invest his effort in a closeted emo jerkbag.

Virgil never imagined being cared for in such an honest way.

“Morning guys gals and non-binary pals! Settle in your seats please.”

Scraping chairs and hushed murmurs filled the room with white noise Virgil could care less about. This guy sounded like the least professional person on Earth, yet he had a firm aura about him. Virgil was intrigued. Finally, a professor who didn't seem like a total dickwad.

“I'm Professor Sanders-”

The whole class groaned immediately.

This didn't amuse the new guy whatsoever. “What seems to be the problem?”

“The whole world is literally taken over by Sanders people,” a kid groaned, earning a glare from Virgil, “And they're all in this class. I'm surprised I'm not one at this point. It's like a disease you can't get rid of.”

Virgil nearly skyrocketed from his chair at Logan's sudden outburst. “I'm sorry our last names are a hindrance to your daily entertainment, but it does not affect your education or health, therefore eradicating the ridiculous notion that the same name owned by five people in the same room can even remotely compare to a catastrophic illness of any kind! I suggest you rethink your wording before you allow such intense accusations to frivolously fly from your ignorant flapping gums again.”

“Jeez it was just a comment. Don't get so uptight.”

“Like you have any idea how it feels.” Patton growled, cheeks flushed and paired with a glare that sent tremors down Virgil's spine.

“Woah Pat,” he whispered under his breath, eyes not leaving his best friend even when he was caught red handed. But Patton just smiled like he always did, booping Virgil's nose with his index finger. That made a smile creep up his face. Way to lighten the mood buddy.

“So I take it this is your way of loathing attendance? I'll keep that in mind.” Professor Sanders chuckled, “Speaking of attendance, is Raleigh Ackles here?”

“Present!” A ginger girl cheered, arm shot up like a firework.

“Excellent energy! How about Vincent Applebottom?”

“Yo. Just call me Vin. Like Vin Diesel, but without the Diesel.”

“Noted.”

Virgil nearly fell asleep twice. It always took ages to get to the S's. And with this class, there were a lot.

The professor found this out very quickly.

“Alright. Now for the fun section.” He smiled brightly, “Logan Sanders.”

“Present and healthy as ever.” The smirk on his face made Virgil chuckle.

“Patton Sanders.”

“Yuppers!” He giggled, waving at the teacher with all the energy his body could produce.

Virgil smiled when he waved back with just as much energy. This guy seemed great, and...for once that wasn't sarcastic.

“Roman Sanders.”

“Here and queer!” A somewhat tanner and thinner version of Virgil raised an elegant hand.

“Same!” The professor laughed. “And last but not least, Virgil Sanders.”

“I'm here. Let's go to sleep.” He groaned.

There were many positive cheers. Oh the joys of constant stress and late nights. Probably the only things he related with other people. Woohoo.

“It's morning so...absolutely not.”

“Darn.”

Other students mourned their losses...of sleep. Or snickered at him. Yeah...nothing new. Cowards. Why not laugh at his face, huh?

“You tried kiddo,” Patton rubbed his back, “You can take a nap when we get back to the dorm.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Virgil smiled lazily, easily distracted with the radiant guy beside him.

Physics was physics. D=IRT stuff. More like D=IRriTation. Virgil wasn't the best at math, but he was better at it than some...at least. He wasn't really good at much...now that he thought about it. Logan seemed like a smart guy, Patton was the sweetest sunshine, and the other guy…oh shoot what was his name? Well, the extra one. You know, the one applying glitter lip gloss in the middle of class? How extra could you get? Anyway, the other Sanders seemed to be his own character. Made himself important in his own way. Even the teacher was impressive, keeping energy in a class of tired young adults. So...what was Virgil? He certainly wasn't any of that. He had nothing to offer to society...like he cared. Society can go-

“Make sure you complete this assignment by next class,” Professor Sanders said firmly, “And yes, it will be graded. You'll find out very quickly that the homework is heavy on points.”

“And th-the tests?” A girl quivered in her seat.

Oh no.

The professor's baritone voice rumbled in an inhuman...laugh? Could it be considered such? Venom seeped from his parted lips, eyes half lidded in a possessive manner that had every student trembling along with the girl who asked. Who was this guy!? Virgil froze in horror, heart beating against his chest for escape, but it was trapped in a frozen shell.

“Oh...you'll see.”

Virgil grabbed for Patton's hand on top of his desk, wide eyes finding...calm orbs of light. Ah, okay. If Pat was okay then...then it won't be bad. His fingers curled over the other's warmth, absorbing the heat and calm. Everything was okay.

“I got you,” his sunshine whispered, “I won't let go.”

“I-I'll be okay.” Virgil breathed. “This is stupid-”

“No it's not. No feelings are stupid. You will...be okay and...I'm here even when you get there and don't really need me anymore. Promise?”

“I'll always need you. You're my best friend.”

A light glimmered in his eye, uplifting Virgil's spirits.

“Let's eat those cookies after classes end.” Pat smiled, lacing their fingers in a net of warmth and comfort.

“Yeah.”

There was something eating at Virgil. Something dark.

Something unknown.

What a boring day.

Virgil barely lasted through last period. Not only were the rest of his classes without Patton, but he had to share a creative writing course with...Roman. That was his name. Good job Virge! You're finally getting the hang of it! Home was more important though, and he looked forward to taking that nap.

And hey, that Logan guy was in his algebra class. His rants were entertaining to listen to...and zone out of. His voice was so soothing and monotonous, it lulled him to sleep. If only he lived with the guy. He'd probably-

WAIT

Virgil physically stopped in his tracks as he recollected the events of last period:

“I value beauty sleep more than my own life! It comes with ease and fanciful dreams!” Roman nearly swooned over his own words.

“Do you only speak in rhymes?” Virgil scoffed.

“Not always, Moonlight.” He sighed, eyes twinkling as they locked on Virgil's. “It just comes out when you're in my sights.”

“Don't call me that.”

“You're no fun.”

A tremor shook his spine. That conversation was...uncomfortable. He was way too intense.

But yeah, go back to what Logan said earlier:

“I was referring to my nonsensical theater major roommate Roman Sanders.”

IT ALL MADE SO MUCH SENSE NOW!

Roman that bastard! No wonder he could sleep well! He was cheating!

“Natural beauty sleep my ass.” he mumbled under his breath.

But he had someone they didn't: Patton.

His best friend who stayed up with him and made sleepless nights into beautiful memories. The light of his life even in the dark...especially in the dark. The embodiment of sweetness whose hugs were angelic and holy. Patton. Patton.

Virgil reached for the kno-

…um….

The door was locked.

It was never locked when Patton was home.

He. Should. Be. Home.

WhY tHe FuCk WaS hE nOt HoMe????

“Breathe Virgil.” He gasped, clutching at his chest. “Remember to breathe. He's probably out doing some club related thing.”

That's right. Patton was the president of the K.A.B (Kind And Bright) club this year. How could he forget?

Uneasiness remained in his stomach, but he felt a little less panicked over the situation.

It lessened even more when he found the note hung on the fridge;

Hey cutie patootie~💖

Just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be out until 6pm on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. The door will be locked just in case. We can share those cookies when I come home ❤. Help yourself to them without me if you want to too! If you need me for anything send me a text (I know you know that already but...just in case you need a reminder 💕).

Love you 💙💙

Patton

“You're quite the artist,” Virgil chuckled to himself, relaxing instantly as he maneuvered towards the couch. He felt much better knowing Patton wasn't in danger. But, he still deserved a nice flop. Screw the springs of the couch! They were almost as crummy as society itself.

So you know what you do with that information?

Flop!

Despite his little rebellious speech, the springs were actually durable. Huh. Interesting. For crummy college dorms this was actually a comfortable couch. His body flopped perfectly, not heavy enough to break the furniture...but also not too light to bounce back up. Virgil was very intrigued and pleased with the couch. They could be buddies if this keeps up.

And it did...for two hours.

It was in the form of a nice nap.

The door opening startled him from his peaceful slumber.

“Aww you took that nap! How cuute~!” Patton cooed, closing the door behind him. “If only I had my camera ready.”

“I'm glad you didn't.” Virgil grumbled, sitting up so he could stretch and yawn with ease. His muscles warmed from the pressure.

His other source of warmth pouted, crossing his arms. “Memories are meant to look back on. Without pictures it's difficult.”

“But then you'll remember my ugly face and trust me Pat, no one wants that. Not even you. You’re so good and perfect and I’m just-”

“That is enough out of you!”

H-Huh?

Virgil blinked, eyes wide as Patton's anger nearly blinded him into an alternate reality. He'd seen him irritated before, but...not like this.

It disappeared as soon as it had arrived.

“I uh...sorry about that,” Patton coughed, cheeks flushed. “Rough day. I didn't mean to snap at you…I swear.”

“It's okay.”

You know those people that live off of hugs? The ones that need them all the time in order to feel safe? Pat was one of those people, and Virgil thought it was a curse at first. He cared for the guy but...he hated hugs. He always felt trapped in a cage of limbs. But then he experienced one of Patton's hugs and...his world spun in a new direction.

He looked forward to each one.

The minute he opened his arms, tears streamed down Patton's cheeks.

Oh boy.

Virge wasn’t good with tears, especially Patton’s. He hated seeing him cry.

Don't cry. Don't you dare. Pat needs you. Be the constant he's always been for you. Don't let him down again.

“I missed you so much.” he sobbed, jumping in his arms. “I-I…I tried so h-hard to…”

“I missed you too.” Virgil smiled, resting his lips against the top of his head. “You did so good today. I'm proud of you Pat.”

But the tears crashed harder into his shirt. “Th-They hate me Virge! I know they do!”

“I'll physically fight them.”

A watery laugh escaped his lips, “B-But that’s my job for you.”

“You’re my best friend too.” Virgil pressed a soft kiss against his head. “An eye for an eye, ya know? And the best part? I want that. We aren’t forced to be this way.”

This was a bittersweet bliss. Holding Patton in his arms gave him so much energy, so much warmth. It invigorated him, but the moment would be sweeter had he not gotten hurt. He yearned to pummel them into next week, but if he actually beat them up...his light could go out.

“I’m sorry…” Patton whispered, puffy eyes meeting his. “You had a rough day too and...you don’t deserve all this mess.”

“You’re right, I don’t deserve this.”

He knelt in front of Patton, smiling sadly as he brushed the bangs away from his eyes. “I never deserved you, ever since the first day we met. You’re so much better than me in so many ways, and I’m...well...without you I’d be that troubled teen pent up with rage.”

He chuckled at the memory, slightly embarrassed over how brash he’d been. Young Virgil was much more rebellious and temperamental. Every little thing set him off...but then Patton bumped into him and...everything sort of fell into place. That guy was stubborn. No matter what Virgil threw at him, he always had some sunshine to give...and it managed to melt the punk into mush.

Now he was just walking mush.

And he liked it.

Loved it.

“You changed me for the better and...you deserve better. So much better and yet...you stayed.”

Don’t cry Sanders. Don’t you fucking cry.

“Aw of course I stayed! I’d be crazy not to. You’re sweeter than you give yourself credit for and...you say I saved you?” Patton giggled, “If anything you saved me. I wasn’t in a good place when we met and...well...you taught me how to be stronger. I’m much better than I was!”

“I’ll always be there for you. No matter what Pat I swear on my life. I’ll never leave you.”

“Promise?”

“I do.”

Each day ticked by, unrelenting and unforgiving...but Virgil never broke his promise. Each expression exchanged was payment towards a beautiful, undeserving life. He gazed up at the moon, softly smiling at the sky above. Stars glittered the void, once deceiving...but each year gave him more understanding. Patton said they were like little nightlights the angels used to find each other whenever they got lonely. It was a comforting thought, even if Virgil didn’t understand what he meant back then. Even through the confusion and ignorance, Virgil never left...and neither did Patton. They were tied together with an invisible string.

They finally understood. Virgil could see vivid color, and Patton’s smiles could widen to their full capacities. The desperate yes that slipped past his lips with steady streams seeping through thick dark cotton. Virgil never left...never wanted to leave. And he didn’t. He never did.

It led them into a dream that could have lasted forever.

After completing their scholarly journeys, they bound themselves together with white roses and well-awaited I dos, making their promise stronger. Life was...made of purpose. Virgil’s purpose was always Patton, and they way he practically glowed as he walked down the aisle with Professor Sanders…it was something he’d never want to forget. His husband to be truly was the most beautiful man alive.

And after that?

There were times when that promise almost broke, usually due to Virgil saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, or Patton had a bad day and needed extra attention. But it was those same instances that brought about the best heart to hearts, and they relied heavily on each other until the end of time.

Yes...there was an end.

And it was in this moment that Virgil could smile with dripping nostalgia, leaning his cheek against the cool stone beside him:

Patton Sanders

The brightest Sanders of them all.

“I hope you’re able to find the other angels Pat,” he whispered, adjusting the flowers in their vase with his wrinkled hand, “The stars don’t seem bright enough. Not as bright as you. They’re so lucky to be able to be to you. I’m not too far away...so...wait for me...promise?”

Virgil greeted darkness with a wide smile and white rose in his hand.

“I promise.”

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gilbirda · 6 years

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Chapter 3: Rumours

It was a normal morning at the teacher’s lounge room when Bog first heard about the rumours around Marianne.

“Gosh, I can’t stand this,” the math teacher said, an elderly woman whose name he didn’t care enough to remember. Someone stepped forward and asked:

“What happened, Susan?” Yeah, whatever her name was. He kept on reading his book and drinking his coffee in his silent corner. It was rude to be the first one leaving so he waited at least until the first classes started to run to his Library.

“I stumbled upon that kid today, Marianne,” that made him listen. What about her?

The room fell silent and a few shuddered involuntarily. Bog didn’t understand why.

“Her eyes spook me sometimes. They are so weird,” the woman, Susan, kept going. “She had those headphones plugged in, you know? And she didn’t seem to know where she was going. We bumped into each other, fortunately I didn’t fall… But she looked at me and - and she said “sorry”!”

Bog blinked. Wasn’t that common courtesy? Why were these people freaking out because of Marianne being a normal human being?

“And what happened next?” someone asked. Bog thought it was the science teacher.

“Nothing,” Susan said finally taking off her coat. “She just kept walking on.”

“Are you serious?” the same teacher asked.

Understanding that he wouldn’t be able to finish his book anytime soon, the temporary librarian put it down and tried make sense of what they were saying.

“I’m not kidding you! She didn’t threaten me or looked like she wanted to punch me at all…”

“Does she…” Bog gulped, not realizing he had talked. Everyone turned to look at him, surprised that he even had talked. He never did. Well, I’m already here, he thought. “Does she usually do that?”

“Do what? Threaten people?” another teacher scoffed. He thought it was the English teacher, but he wasn’t sure. “All the time! Haven’t you noticed it already? I heard she had been tasked with helping you with the Library.”

“Yeah, well…”

“Doesn’t she irk you? Or tried to beat you up?”

“No, but…”

“Don’t mind her, honey,” Susan approached him, a gentle smile on her lips. She tried to put a hand on his shoulder but Bog flinched back. If the woman noticed, she didn’t say anything. “She is just… lost. Since what happened two years ago…”

This caught even more his attention.

“What happened?”

“Oh yeah, you weren’t here then,” the science teacher blinked in surprise as if the thought of someone not knowing what happened was unfathomable. “The kid got dumped by Roland.”

That’s it? The librarian thought. Dumped by some random guy?

“Yeah, it was such a tragedy. She was the Queen, you know? She had been the Queen of the Spring Ball since she started high school.”

“The Spring Ball?” Bog asked.

“It’s this big event the kids love. Actually it’s in a month or so, if you are interested, because teachers can go if we want to,” the English teacher (Grace, her name was Grace) added, but didn’t seem really excited about it. “Every year, near the end on the evening, a Queen and King are voted among the students and they’ll hold the title until the next Spring Ball.”

“And this Roland guy and Marianne…”

“They were Queen and King for a year, but now the Queen is her younger sister Dawn.”

I didn’t know she had siblings, Bog thought.

“And what happened?”

“She changed when she got dumped. Marianne stopped coming to school for an entire week! And then she came like this punk brat one day, listening to her music and ignoring everyone.”

“And getting into fights every week,” the science teacher said taking a sip of his coffee. “Ungrateful brat…” he grumbled.

“Is that a normal behaviour?” Bog asked, remembering her bandaged arm and swollen cheek from that first day. He did ask if she was okay, not really sure if her delicate skin would heal those wounds fast enough.

Almost every teacher scoffed.

“It’s the normal behaviour. Always angry and picking fights. With the boys!” Grace raised her arms to the ceiling. “I can understand if she’s angry with the other girls with all those hateful comments, but the boys haven’t done anything to her! And she’s a girl!”

Hateful comments?

“It seems that all kinds of rumours started to go around since Roland dumped her,” Susan continued, “and all about her and what happened for the Queen to be cheated on like that.”

Oh, Bog felt his own heart skip a beat. She was cheated on by her boyfriend? And the whole school knew about it? Poor thing.

He was about to ask more about what happened to Marianne but the bell rang before words could get out of his mouth. Like if the conversation hadn’t been a big revelation, the rest of the teachers rushed to get ready for a new school day dealing with their students.

The only teacher that took her time to go was the art teacher, whose name he did remember only because it was so weird and rare.

“You shouldn’t stick your nose in her private matters like this, Bog,” Aura, or “Sugar Plum” as she liked to be called, said with a very serious face. “And not from someone who isn’t the direct source of the problem. If she wanted you to know about this she would have told you.”

He knew she was right and that this didn’t concern him at all, but his curiosity was burning brighter that a bonfire.

“I know,” he said nonetheless.

Aura locked her impossible blue eyes, a shade lighter than his own, with him for a while before sighing and turning back to the door, her bag full of painting supplies tucked under her arm.

“Just remember that nothing is what it seems,” and with that she left him alone in the teacher’s lounge.

***

When Marianne arrived at the Library too many hours later, Bog had decided that whatever happened with the girl and her ex-boyfriend shouldn’t concern him; and if she decided to misbehave because of a broken heart, then it was her responsibility to mature past the childish fixation with only one boy.

So far, she had been respectful and even nice with him, so nothing else should matter.

“What boring and tedious job do we have for today?” she asked with a tiny smile, and for a brief moment Bog wished that she was happy for being here with him. It was absurd, of course, as this was only a punishment for getting into too many fights on school grounds. If she had her way she wouldn’t step on the Library at all.

Still, he felt an equally small smile creep into his face.

“Oh, nothing much,” he pointed to the still enormous pile of books to be catalogued. Two whole days and they only managed to get to the third shelf. There were fifteen of them.

“Damn.”

“Yep.”

***

Marianne didn’t speak much as she worked, which he was grateful for. She also wasn’t looking at him, too focused on the task at her hands, and he wasn’t sure why exactly this fact struck something in his heart. At least it let him look at her and really see the person she was, now that he has new information about her.

She really didn’t look heartbroken. Well, she didn’t have to, it had been almost two years since that, but still he expected her to show that in any form. Maybe her face? Her eyes? Everyone he somehow learned had their hearts broken looked the same: sad, grey and lonely. He himself looked like that once upon a time when he still believed in love, but no matter how much time had passed a slight trace of that was still present.

Wasn’t first love supposed to work like that?

But no matter how long he looked at her smooth, slightly angular face and her golden eyes he couldn’t see any of that. Bog would never have guessed any of the story the other teachers told him by looking at her alone.

“What are you looking at?” her sharp remark snapped him out of his musings. Marianne was a few steps in front of him with a book between her hands and a really angry expression on her delicate face. “Bog King?”

Bog blinked slowly, finding that he had absolutely nothing to say.

“Something’s on my face?” she asked, and if he were paying attention he would have noticed the slight trembling on her voice. “Speak.”

This was a whole new Marianne he hadn’t faced before. She was trying to be scary and menacing, and if he was another person maybe she would have managed to succeed in that; but what the girl didn’t know was that he could stand much worse than that.

“What have they told you?” she narrowed her eyes and put the book she was still holding down on the table next to her. “Speak!” she repeated, this time followed by a punch to his face.

She looked authentically surprised when he stopped her fist with a swift motion.

“How did you-?”

“Don’t get angry, kid,” he finally said. “And don’t try to punch me next time. You won’t hit me.”

She grumbled and took back her hand, cradling it on her chest. Bog worried that he had hurt her, but she seemed just fine so he didn’t move to ask her if it was otherwise.

“And yes, today I’ve been told some…rumours about you.”

Her eyes seemed clouded for a second and then her body instantly relaxed, but not in a good way. It was more like she had been the one punched in the face.

“I - I see.” Marianne took a step back, the fight completely gone from her like if a switch had been hit. Her eyes running around the room, everywhere but him and her body language told him immediately that she wanted to run away from there. Was he the only one feeling like something had been broken between them?

“Look, I know it’s-”

“You know nothing!” she said, her voice way too loud in such a quiet place. “Please, don’t. Whatever you were going to say, save it.”

Bog sighed. There goes the teenager.

“Having your heart broken is not the end of the world, kid,” he said, but even he felt like his words were hollow. “You’ll get over it.”

She scoffed.

“Is that everything they told you?”

The librarian blinked. Was there more story than that?

“Yeah…,” he looked behind her to the big windows of the Library, which showed a beautiful spring scene of the inner courtyard of the school. He liked those windows, but right now the beauty did little to calm his nerves. How difficult it was to deal with teenagers! “Actually…”

“What?” she crossed her arms over her chest, glaring with all of her golden might.

“I kind of wanted to hear the truth from you?” Bog looked at her and immediately looked back to the window again, obviously uncomfortable in this situation.

If he were watching the girl in front of him, he would have seen the epitome of shock.

“I know how rumours can warp the truth, and I have to admit I’m curious but… if you don’t want to talk about it… I’ll understand….” he finally looked at her shocked expression, feeling stupid for meddling with affairs that had little to do with him.

“You are right, I don’t want to talk about it.”

Bog sighed and turned back to his table, where he had abandoned his share of the work for today. What a way to ruin his peace and quiet, he grumbled in his mind. Why did he have to be such a stupid-

“But,” her soft voice made him stop in his tracks. “I think you deserve the truth.”

“Are you sure?” the man asked as he turned back to her. She looked up to fix her eyes with his, a determined shine on the rare golden shade.

“Positive,” Marianne sighed and uncrossed her arms, the tension leaving her body. “I got cheated on my boyfriend, my first one ever, almost since the first day we started dating. Everyone knew it but me. When I found out I dumped him.”

“Wait, you dumped him?”

“Heh, they told you it was him who did it, right?” he nodded. “Yeah, that’s what he made everyone believe. While I was away he made all kinds of public shows and flashy demonstrations that it was him who left me, because…”

“Because he didn’t love you back?” Bog gulped, feeling sick just by hearing this.

“No,” she shook her head and sighed deeply, looking down at her feet. For a moment she seemed troubled by her thoughts, pondering what she was going to say next. Was she going to lie? No, she said he deserved the truth and he had to believe her. “He cheated on me… and I ended our relationship… because I wouldn’t sleep with him.”

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edh-a-to-z · 6 years

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Dominaria - Black

From Blue to Black, let’s see what the Cabal has for it’s loyal followers!

My Top 3 picks:

Cast Down

Grade: A-

Home: Any Black Deck

Range: Very Wide

Like Doom Blade and Go for the Throat before it, Cast Down joins the hallowed ranks of 1B conditional (but not really) instant removal spells.

Grab 7 of these.

Phyrexian Scriptures

Ugh, someone got blood all over my alter. It’ll never wash out.

Grade: B+

Home: GY Hate, Artifact Decks

Range: Wide

We’ve got it all - Artifact conversion (haven’t seen that since Ashnod’s Transmorgant), Board Wipe, and GY hate, in three easy turns. One of the most interesting mythics we’ve seen thus far. Even with the weakness of Saga’s - people seeing them coming - most players welcome a board wipe every now and then, so unless this gets taken out the round it comes down, BOOM, new board.

And we’ve got a lovely Phi symbol sneaking in the background. Wonder how that infected artifact plane is doing...

Yawgmoth’s Vile Offering

Grade: B

Home: GY Decks, Any Black deck

Range: Wide

Unfortunately, due to the order of effects, you can’t kill something and steal it, but that’s hardly something to worry about. The Legendary hoop of these Sorceries is more worrying to me.

Killing something is worth 2 mana at Sorc Speed in black, and Resurrection without downsides is probably worth 3-4 mana. Entwining the effects is probably worth another 1 mana, so this is a pretty fair card given it needs a Legendary and Exiles itself. Any deck can use it well, but Entomb decks use it more reliably, and I love reliability over anything else.

Blessing of Belzenlok

Grade: F

Home: N/A

Range: N/A

I miss Unholy Strength now. Combat trick version is just bad.

Cabal Evangel

Grade: D-

Home: Cleric Tribal

Range: Very Narrow

Bog-standard Limited filler.

Sweet flavor, for those followers of Belzenlok reading this.

Cabal Paladin

Grade: C

Home: Artifact Combo

Range: Very Narrow

Can combo infinite to take out Hexproofed opponents. Mirran Spy, Banishing Knack/Retraction Helix, cheerio artifact. But there’s other options out there that are easier, or more brutal.

Caligo Skin-Witch

Grade: D-

Home: Discard

Range: Very Narrow

2 mana for garbage, or 6 mana for “everyone else discard 2.” Solid potential in discard, but I think Dark Deal and Unnerve do a better job, as the body is lame.

Chainer’s Torment

Grade: C-

Home: LG Deck

Range: Narrow

Mild damage.

Giant monster.

Do it for the meme.

Dark Bargain

Dormammu. I come to bargain.

Grade: C

Home: Any black deck, GY deck

Range: Wide

Few black Instants involve drawing, and they’re usually like Altar’s Reap. This card lets you choose the best two out of three, for double the mana. Instead of a sac, you take 2 damage, but who cares!

Landing something in the GY can work to your benefit, drawing 2 is nice. It’s like a cousin of Ambition’s Cost at instant.

Deathbloom Thallid

Grade: D-

Home: Fungus/Saproling Tribal,

Range: Narrow

Body’s skinny for a 3 drop, feels like a Penumbra creature balanced for today. A three drop should probably be more than just slightly underpowered and sticky.

Demonic Vigor

Grade: C-

Home: Death Triggers?

Range: Narrow

Nice little cheap recursion, a passable usable Aura. Nice commander tax dodge, if that’s a problem.

Divest

Grade: F+

Home: Discard?

Range: Very Narrow

Another cousin of Duress. I’ve always had a fondness for B Sorcery discard spells, they’ve always had a flavorful effect of “mind ripping” that Black Mages seem fond of.

That said, this is garbage, even in the worst Creature/Artifact meta.

Dread Shade

Grade: D

Home: MonoBlack Swamp Ramp

Range: Very Narrow

A shade?

I actually like Shades, but they never do well in EDH. Play one on Turn X, pump it with X+1 mana next turn, and wham, tons of damage. Suffers like most of the CCC cycle (like the damn Blue Djinn) with the EDH scaling problem.

Drudge Sentinels

Grade: F

Home: N/A

Range: N/A

Ah, Drudge Skeletons, this is what has become of you.

Brutally overcosted in CMC and ability cost. A sorry successor to an Iconic card of Magic’s history.

Eviscerate

Grade: F

Home: N/A

Range: N/A

Never thought I’d miss Murder. Limited and Standard has been controlling the removal introduced to the game - reasonable, given the game has been going on 25 years of slow power creep.

Unfortunately, it’s useless for our purposes.

Feral Abomination

Grade: D+

Home: Any Black Deck

Range: Very Wide

Fatties above 4 power don’t really need deathtouch - they should be able to kill things with raw size. With that said, I’m not complaining. This guy is big enough to stomp any small stuff, as well as remain a threat to a 30/30 creature.

But at the same CMC, look instead to Grave Titan, Harvester of Souls, Soul of Innistrad, Sidisi Undead Vizier or Hythonia the Cruel, all around better choices.

Final Parting

Buckle up kids, we’re going on a feels trip.

Grade: C

Home: Any Black Deck, GY decks

Range: Wide

Entomb stitched to Diabolic Tutor could only have a home in EDH. Solid workhorse of a card, if not a spectacular.

Fungal Infection

Grade: F+

Home: Saproling Tribal

Range: Very Narrow

Saproling Tribal’s equivalent of Darkblast. Feels like something out of Lorwyn block.

Knight of Malice

♪ Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel / Through the wastelands evermore ♪

Grade: D

Home: Knight Tribal, Anti White

Range: Narrow

Black Knight rides again.

Hexproof is the new Protection, making it way easier to understand. Ironically, the two knights can now trade instead of being unable to fight each other. Ah, time marches on.

Lich’s Mastery

Grade: B

Home: Horcrux.dec, Pillowfort Deck, Combo Deck, Token Deck, LG deck

Range: Average

Good luck killing me now Harry, I have another Horcrux!

I just wanna make a trolling deck that’s impossible to kill, just more and more Lich spells.

A good option to keep yourself alive for another turn or two, especially if you have a GY or tokens to feed it.

LG makes good use of going from this into combo, but there’s a non-zero chance of drawing yourself out with Beacon and the like, so count your cards.

Lingering Phantom

Grade: D

Home: Historic. Recursion

Range: Narrow

While self recurring spells are nice, this offers a poorly priced body, with cheap recursion. Much like Deathless Ancient of recent Ixalan block, it depends on the deck. Might have nominal usage in decks that need something to discard constantly.

Repeatable discard or playable creature is interesting, but not that powerful. I think I’ll stick with Reassembling Skeleton or Sanitarium Skeleton for my self-recurring needs, as they have less activation hoops to jump through.

Rat Colony

Grade: C+

Home: Rat Tribal, Whatever Relentless does

Range: Narrow

Relentless Rats, except top heavy and cheap!

Get 20 of them if they end up cheaper than Relentless (which is still <$2).

For everyone else, grab a Tsavo’s Decree or Kindred Dominance to do something about all these darn rats.

Rite of Belzenlok

Grade: D+

Home: Demon Tribal, Sac Effects

Range: Very Narrow

Make your own Lord of the Pit. Nice to have Clerics for saccing to anything you need, and while a 6/6 Flying Trampler is nice, 6 damage to the face isn’t nearly as bad here as it is in any other format.

The real problem is how bloody slow it is, and the possibility that a turn 6 demon isn’t big enough to be worth it.

Settle the Score

Grade: C-

Home: Black Superfriends (Atraxa?)

Range: Very Narrow

Unexpected PW synergy from Black.

And it’s like a hundred time better than Impale at the same cost. Everyone can use exile removal, sorc sucks but is workable.

Soul Savage

Grade: D-

Home: Any Black Deck

Range: Very Wide

Kinda feels like Death’s Duet.

I’d recommend Death Denied instead, it’s instant, and can scale like crazy. I think it works in most EDH decks instead.

Stronghold Confessor

Confessor? That’s what they’re called now?

Grade: D-

Home: Any Black Deck, Piracy

Range: Wide

Meh as a 1 drop, meh as a 4 drop.

Menace and counters don’t make it that useful.

Thallid Omnivore

Grade: D-

Home: Tokens, Sac Deck

Range: Average

Man, fungi love killing their buddies.

It does a Blood Bairn impression, assuming you’re willing to pay. Still, paying for sacrifices that only have temporary benefits? Meh.

Thallid Soothsayer

Grade: D

Home: Sac Decks, Token Decks

Range: Average

WOOHOO a Thallid!

For all 80 of you playing Fungi tribal, it’s an alternate for Carnage Altar.

The Eldest Reborn

Grade: B-

Home: Black Goodstuff, Discard decks, Res/steal decks

Range: Average

Pact. Discard. Steal

Fun saga. CMC’s a pain, but immediate removal helps, and it scales well to EDH.

Vicious Offering

Grade: B-

Home: Sac Decks

Range: Wide

A nice removal with an option. Simple card that’ll probably be in a sac-oriented Commander deck one day.

Windgrace Acolyte

Grade: F

Home: N/A

Range: N/A

Holy hannah, a mono black good guy? That fights the Cabal! Wow!

Filling your yard is better than milling, nominal lifegain is okay, and the body is pathetic. Filler.

See ya soon campers!

Found an image for Monoblack campfire! It’s all the rage in Demon Vogue!

#mtg #edh #edhatoz #commander #black #dominaria #new set picks #Set Picks

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thelittledekuwhocould · 6 years

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TLDWC - Ch81: The Office Form 6

This chapter can be found on AO3 Here

Summary: All Might's displeased face could put a Thundercloud to shame...

The teachers of the Heroics Department were well used to certain students spending time in the teacher's lounge. Hitoshi Shinso, recently transferred into 1-A had been a fixture since he was small, on grounds that his fathers were members of the staff. This year, All Might's chosen successor, Midoriya Izuku was often seen having lunch with his mentor. Sometimes, he spent the study period in the teacher's lounge working on homework while Toshinori did the grading.

Today was different though. Izuku and Shinso had apparently come straight up from rescue training without bothering to change if the state of their costumes were any indication.

"Really, Midoriya, you don't want to know!" Shinso was saying, "And you really shouldn't ask! It's for the best!"

"If my friends won't tell me," Izuku said hotly, "Then I will ask someone I know will give me an honest answer!"

"Midoriya, you shouldn't! This is a really bad idea!"

The door slid open. "All Might!"

"Don't!" Shinso shouted, "Stop, Midoriya!"

"What is a Furry?!"

The staff lounge went silent and Toshinori choked as an alarming amount of blood spewed from his mouth. Izuku's determined face morphed into worry and he scrambled toward his mentor, fishing in his multitude of pockets for a handkerchief. "All Might!"

"Izuku, my boy," the blonde said weakly, as he blotted at the blood with a napkin, "Why would you think that an appropriate topic for school?"

Shinso stomped over to his nearest parent and proceeded to do his best to bury his face against Hizashi's shoulder in abject humiliation. The flabbergasted blonde absently patted his son's head while still staring at the unfolding train wreck.

"Jiro asked me if my costume reflected a penchant for furries," Izuku admitted.

In the back, someone made a small strangled sound that sounded like an aborted snort. Aizawa's desk started shaking. Nemuri leaned down to look under the desk.

"Shota? Are you alright?"

The desk continued to shake and Shota's voice came out slightly strained, "No."

"But when I had no idea what that is, no one would explain or let anyone explain! Not even Tsuyu would tell me!"

"I see." Toshinori staggered to his feet and more blood leaked out from the corners of his mouth, "I'm glad some of your classmates have a sense of tact."

"So..."

"Why don't you stay here for a while?" Toshinori said grimly, "In the meantime, I need to have a talk with Young Kyoka about what is and is not an acceptable topic for school."

"But All Might~ What is a Furry?!"

Toshinori spluttered, spewing yet more blood. "THAT IS NOT AN APPROPRIATE TOPIC FOR YOUR AGE OR SCHOOL!!!!" the man shrieked as blood poured from between clenched teeth.

Izuku's eyes widened and he stepped back in alarm. "I'm sorry! I won't ask again!"

Toshinori coughed and dabbed at blood flecked lips with a handkerchief. "There's a good boy," he said, and strode out the door.

The students of Class 1-A were gathered in their classroom, waiting for Aizawa to return with the ed of day announcements.

The door slammed open, but it was not Aizawa who entered, but All Might, expression thunderous, trailing a dark aura as he went.

The students scrambled back to their desks as the hero strode to the front of the class, uncharacteristically silent. He loomed over them, frowning, and the students gulped.

"It has come to my attention that some of you have been... Very... Naughty..." All Might's displeased face could put a thundercloud to shame. "While we wait for Young Eraserhead to return, we will discuss what topics are and are not appropriate for school discussion..."

The podium cracked under his hands. "Which one of you was it..." All Might growl was filled with menace, "That DARED add the word... FURRY... with the least appropriate definition available... to my boy's vocabulary?!"

Almost every hand pointed at Jirou, who gulped and sweated nervously.

#fanfic #tldwc #bnha #The Little Deku Who Could

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twodragonswrites · 3 years

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1.5

Enjoy <3

Early mornings were nothing new to Michael at this point. Since coming to live officially in the Matthias House a month ago he had started getting up early to wander the house. He had gotten rather familiar with the layout by proxy.

This Early morning however, was different. Something stale hung in the air and he didn't like the feel of the house. It wasn't long before he found the cause. The Lady Gharan Carlan- Royal Scientist- was not in her basement lab where she and Michael had exchanged glances when he was captured. Instead, she was up in the main house- waiting outside Oswald's bedroom door.

She looks up and Michael stops in place. He feels a very literal chill go down his spine. The menacing and powerful aura she emits is something that everyone in the vicinity could feel, but Michael felt that if he backed away then that would ruin whatever little respect someone like her could have for him, so he stands his ground, leaning against the wall opposite to her and looking off to the side, but definitely keeping his eyes on her.

She remains emotionless and looks back down at the device she had been fiddling with prior. It looks like some kind of power box, but he really can't be sure because computers and technology aren't really his thing. Gharan continues to pay him no mind, or so he thinks before startling him with her speech.

"I imagine you have no purpose for being here besides staring at me. Did your mother not teach you to not stare? Or do you want me to move so you can interrupt perhaps the longest rest Oswald's had in his thousands of years since coming to power on this planet? Because I won't stop you, but it would be a mistake to rouse him." He didn't realize that she was addressing him at first, and barely has a moment to register what she said before responding.

"You...Um...you…"

She smirks, breathing out sharply as if she finds his stumbling amusing. "Well it's nice to know you're not a ghost. We've had some trouble with those here lately. And seeing you behind bars the other day...Well I had my suspicions."

"...You thought I was…"

"Orville. Yes. It's quite scary. Seeing someone you've killed before well...Alive." Her intonation definitely didn't capture that she had found his appearance disturbing or frightening at all.

"I-"

"Hey what's going on out here?" Oswald comes out of his room, rubbing his eyes under his glasses and then fixing them. He doesn't have his robot arm on, which is unusual, but otherwise he’s normal Oswald.

"Oh did we wake you Oswald? I'm terribly sorry." Again, no intonation from the mad scientist.

"Mmf, what time is it...also where's my arm."

"You sent it to maintenance late last night. I have the core right here. The shell should be up in an hour."

"Ah..thank you…" He yawns and leans on the doorway."So why are you here Michael? Keeping Grumpy Gharan company?"

"What? No I'm uh…" Michael's face reddens. He doesn't want to outright say that he had been sticking around to just watch Gharan because but he didn't have any excuses prepared.

"Oh he was waiting for you. You two have activities planned for today right? It's Thursday after all." Oswald's face flattens for a minute as if he's processing the info Gharan just gave him and then he smiles, perking up immediately.

"Oh yeah! I knew I was forgetting something. Let me get myself ready Michael and I'll meet you at the launch deck in an hour once I have my arm back. I have something absolutely amazing to show you today." He grins and turns around back into the room, closing the door. Michael lets out a sigh of relief. He rubs his arm.

"That was...stressful.." he mutters, and then looks at Gharan rather directly as she's finished messing with the core of Oswald's arm and pockets it. "How did you know Oswald and I were going to do stuff today?"

"Hm? Oh. Well, I know most people's daily schedules." She looks directly at his eyes and Michael's heart stops, they’re this soft yellow, but her stare just pierces his soul.

"...so you know…?"

"Everything about your schedule here at the castle and how you skip most of the lessons Oswald provides for you to go slack off elsewhere? Yes. It's rather ungrateful of you." Michael's face flushes and he looks down. He hadn't realized that someone was actually keeping tabs on him, he figured he had free reign. But he still felt his rage build slightly at her calling him out. He wasn't ungrateful, he just...didn't think it was important.

"I can't believe you're practically a prince in Oswald's eyes and you don't take that role seriously."

"A...prince?"

“Don’t think too much about it. Just know that if he asks me to- I will force you to play along.” She pushes off the wall, all the more threatening standing on her own and leaves down the hall with a final glance back at him. Michael looks down at his hands and sighs, continuing on his own walk.

Maybe it was time he actually looked at his schedule.

#twodragonswrites #Story 1 #Oswald Matthias #Michael Bayard #Gharan Carlan

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madlilhufflepuff-blog · 7 years

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Dibs

Draco x Reader imagine

No war / Seventh year

Word Count- 1911

You were mad. No, scratch that. You were seething. Your father had finally told you last night that he was relocating for a job promotion… And taking you with. You were going to be a seventh year at Ilvermorny, and then you were going to come back home to New York City and apprentice under one of the most prestigious potion masters in the United States. But no, your father was moving you to London for the love of Merlin. That was all the way in Britain! Hogwarts had better be the best school ever, you thought bitterly. Reluctantly, you continued packing. No use in trying to change his mind now.

It was the start of your seventh year, but the difference was that now you were living in an entirely new continent, in a strange place instead of the hustle and bustle of The Big Apple. It was drizzly as ever in London, matching your mood as your father helped you cart your things to the platform. Your owl, a tiny little grey Screech owl with wide green eyes that you named Ember, hooted in confusion as she was not used to her surroundings.

“Now, Y/N, I know you’re not happy about this, but please behave. And try your hardest in school. Like you would back home. If you do well on your final N.E.W.T.S. here you can still go back home and apprentice under Master Ashburn,” your father chastises you.

You nod your head in promise. “Fine, I’ll do my best,” you huff and pick up Ember in her cage and levitate your trunk behind you. “I’ll see you on break Dad, I love you.” You say before disappearing onto the train.

Far from your knowledge though, two seventh year Slytherins are watching you enter.

“Drake, I know that you said you weren’t going to worry about totties this year, but you should see this girl,” a dark-skinned boy elbowed his pale friend and pointed at you.

‘Drake’, as the other boy had addressed him, looked up and almost had to grab onto his friend for balance. “For Salazar’s sake, that girl is perfect…” He muttered under his breath.

Both boys admired the way your lovely hips swayed as you took steps up to the train, and the way your thick, Y/H/C bounced with each footfall, or the way your Y/E/C eyes scanned each person in the utmost scrutiny.

“Dibs,” both boys echoed at the same time.

“I said it first,” Blaise, the other boy, defended. ‘Drake’ simply shrugged with a sly smirk on his face.

“You say that, but we’ll see who gets the girl first,” ‘Drake’ challenged.

One month into your new year at Hogwarts, and you realize it’s not as bad as you anticipated. You had made plenty of new friends in Y/H and plenty outside of it too, as you were a very likable person. People drifted towards you, and sometimes that aura of likability attracted some unwanted attention. You groaned as you saw the dark head of Blaise Zambini stalk up to you and your little spot in the library. You notice he had the ever-present cocky smirk that unrelentingly aggravated you and with an annoyed huff, you shut your Herbology text book.

“What do you want, Zambini,” You snap, clearly not in the mood to deal with his pompous attitude.

“Now is that any way to speak to your boyfriend?” Blaise enquired with a haughty half-smile.

“Listen, Blaise, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this, and if I have to do so one more time, I will not hesitate to Redactum Skullus your ego-enlarged head, but we,” you pointed between yourself and Blaise. “Are not dating.”

You watched as Blaise seemed to contemplate your threat, and realizing that you were not japing with him, he backed off. Blaise raised his hands in mock surrender and backed away from you slowly. “Alright Y/L/N, you win this round,” he said before turning around fully and leaving you in peace finally.

With your new-found solitude, you decide to take a break from studying and examine the rows of literature in the library. While you were browsing the section full of works about magical creatures, you caught a glimpse of pale, platinum blond hair and you smile softly to yourself, knowing who it is.

You creep around the edge of the bookshelf, stealing a peek at the boy you’ve been unable to stop thinking about since you met him. The first day of Potions, (your best subject), Professor Snape had paired you and Draco Malfoy up as partners, as you two had the highest marks in that class besides Hermione Granger. At first, you assumed he was the same as Blaise, who had rudely inserted himself into a conversation you was having with her now good friend Luna just to introduce himself. But he wasn’t. In fact, Draco was quiet, studious, focused and carried this air of mysteriousness with him that just drew you in.

You two often made small talk while you worked in class, but outside you nor he bothered to speak, though you did catch him once or twice staring at you from across the hall during meal times. You often day dreamed about his gorgeous grey eyes and how they reminded you of pools of molten silver.

You were startled out of your reverie as his smooth voice reached your (quite terrible, now that you realize) hiding spot.

“I can see you, Y/F/N,” Draco called and you muttered a curse under your breath for being foolish. You step out from your spot and walk up to the chair next to him and sit.

“Hello, Draco,” you say with a small smile on your face, your cheeks slightly red from embarrassment from being caught.

Draco chuckles softly at you, not at all worried about being spied on by you of all people. He shuts his book and smiled back at you, not an ounce of menace on his face. “How are you?” He asks, startling you by avoiding what just happened all together.

“I-I’m well, thank you for asking. I was just browsing for some light reading to distract me for a bit when I saw yo-” you pause, heat rushing to your cheeks once again in embarrassment.

Draco waves a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it, there was something I actually wanted to ask you.”

“Shoot,” you say out of curiosity.

“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me to Hogsmeade on our next outing,” Draco asked.

You look at him with a mixture of surprise and happiness. “Yes, yes I would love to!” You reply with a wide smile, which Draco returned. You stand up, excitement thrumming in your veins. “I will see you later, Draco,” you say with a smile and bend down near his cheek, pressing your lips lightly against his skin. “Thank you,” you say finally, leaving behind a shocked Draco as you gather your books and leave.

It was a Hogsmeade day, and as promised you met waited for Draco by the castle entrance. You carefully kept an eye out for him, and became worried as the last few stragglers came for the carriages and still no Draco. That was, until you felt a pair of hands cover your eyes, obscuring your vision.

“Guess who,” you hear the familiar voice say.

“Hmm, I’m not sure. Ron Weasley?” You watched as Draco dropped his hands and pouted at you. You laughed.

“Now that’s just offensive,” he japed and smiled again as he held out a small bouquet of sunflowers and daisies.

“How did you know?” You gasp and take them gingerly.

“I asked my cousin, Luna. I’d heard you were close friends with her, and after telling her I wanted to surprise you, she caved.”

You smiled as you smelled the flowers and reached for Draco’s hand with the other free one. “C’mon, we should go quickly or we’ll miss the carriages,” you said as you dragged Draco behind you.

When you reached the village, Draco helped you out of the carriage but didn’t let go of your hand. You blushed as you realized this and also remembered the flowers. You quickly cast a nonverbal stasis charm and diminuendo, tucking them safely into your pocket.

“That was impressive, where did you learn that?” Draco asked, looking quite impressed indeed.

“Oh, my father taught me how. He’s an auror and an expert on spells. He was given a promotion by MACUSA to come to London and work with the Ministry of Magic in the Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects. I know, it’s a mouthful, but it’s what he does. But anyways, he taught me how to cast spells non-verbally in case I was ever in a duel. New York City can be quite daunting if you don’t know the ways.” You explained. Draco nodded his head in interest, tugging you towards Honeydukes.

“Ney York City, that’s quite a way away. I believe that must have been 3 different portkey stations to get here.”

“Actually, we travelled on an airplane. It’s a no-maj form of aviation transportation.” You corrected.

Draco continued to ask you questions about your life, and you him. And with every answer he gave, the more you liked him. Throughout the trip, Draco never once let go of your hand, and at some point, you intertwined your fingers and he gently squeezed. You just couldn’t believe it.

Sooner than you wished, it was time to head back to the castle. A little disappointed, you two headed back to the carriages and had a small conversation about the worst every-flavor beans you’ve eaten. Your ride back was full of laughs and small touches, but none too bold.

By the time you arrived, it was dark out and you yawned. “I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I had a great time today Draco, I- Thank you.” You say, twiddling your thumbs.

“Y/F/N?”

“Yes?” You look up but before you could say anything else, Draco’s lips were on yours, soft yet firm. You instantly relaxed at his touch, bringing your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. When the two of you break apart, you and Draco are gasping for breath. A grin breaks out on his face and you return it.

“I’ll see you Monday in potions, yeah?” Draco asked with a nod and all you can do is nod back. The smile on your face just wouldn’t disappear.

The both of you share one more sweet kiss before turning away and going back to your dorms.

“Where have you been?” Blaise questioned from his place on the couch as Draco sauntered in to the Sytherin dorms.

“With Y/F/N.” Draco said with smirk.

Blaise frowned at his best mate and pointed a finger at him. “I had called dibs before you, that’s not fair,” the wizard pouted.

Draco waved his friend off with a flippant hand wave. “Yes, you maintain that every time her name comes up. And I said that we’d see who gets the girl first. Looks like that would be me,” the platinum smirked proudly, sauntering away to his room but he stopped.

“Hey Blaise?”

“Yeah, Drake?” Called Zambini from the couch.

“Touch her, and I will do a lot worse than a Redactum Skullus on you. Good night, mate,” Draco said, leaving behind a considerably pouty Blaise Zambini.

#draco malfoy #draco x reader #imagine #blaise zabini #draco #fanfic #harry potter #draco malfoy x reader #malfoy x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine

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codename-bewareofthefangirl · 7 years

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Hi! It's the sick!fic Momoi requester again!! Sorry to be such a bother and continuously asking for more Momoi fics but I really just love her so much! I was wondering if you could write a fic about the first time Momoi shows off her analysis skill to the boys in Teiko?? And they're all like o.O "woahhh"??? Thank you so much and sorry again for requesting a Momoi fic *again*. :D

Hi dear! You’re never a bother, and there are a lot offangirls out here that likes Momoi too! So here your ff! This time I focusedmore on comedy and the Miragen, I hope you like it either way!

Enjoy it! ~

Woman’sinstinct

In the Teikou’s first string’s locker room a tense silenceweighted on the air.

“I declare our Emergency Meeting open.” Akashideclared, meeting eyes one by one with all of his teammates, reunited in acircle with him.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Aominecchi?” Kise, thenewcomer, asked a bit nervous. Only few days had passed since he had beenpromoted to the first team, even if he knew already all of them already.

“Aomine-kun has supplementary lessons for the lastfailed test.” Kuroko explained blankly and Kise sighed.

“I’m already surprised that you’re here, Kise.”Midorima commented, fixing his glasses.

“Midorimacchi!” exclaimed Kise offended, “I can passtests too. I’m not stupid! ” Defended himself.

“That’s quite an exaggerated statement.”

“Kise-chin has copied.” Murasakibara ratted him out,munching his favorite packet of chips.

“That explains everything.”

“I’m surprised you managed to do it without beingnoticed, Kise-kun.” Kuroko commented.

“Well, with his perfect copy he should have been anidiot for not managing.” Midorima sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Kise-kun.” Akashi only pronounced, with adisapproving glance, and the blonde fidgeted uncomfortably.

“H-Haven’t we an emergency to deal with, instead oftalking about my grades?” tried to change the topic, before they could lectureand punish him.

Luckily, it worked and Akashi called the silenceagain.

“We’re here today to talk about Momoi.” Explainedquietly and Midorima nodded beside him, “Have you perhaps noticed somethingunusual about her lately?” asked mysteriously and immediately Kise lifted hishand.

“I have!” exclaimed hurriedly, “She’s creepier!”explained, a sort of fear in his golden eyes.

Everyone blinked at him.

“Creepier?”

“That’s not really a proper thing to say about agirl.”

“This is why his girlfriends always break up withKise-chin.”

“Wait, wait!” he stopped them raising his hands, “Letme explain.” Begged and Akashi nodded, calming the other with a hand.

“Go on, Kise-kun.”

“Lately,” he started to explain nervously, “She seemsto be a lot more…observant than usual. For example, two days ago I had a photoshootin the morning and in the afternoon I played with Aominecchi at the park. I hadstrained a bit myself, so yesterday at practice my left knee ached a bit.However I was playing fine as usual, I swear! I hadn’t noticed it; also, I’mvery good at acting and I was doing everything perfect to not raise anysuspects. But after ten minutes, Momoicchi called me and asked me how I hadhurt my knee; then she lectured me for ten minutes because I didn’t take careof myself properly. I swear I don’t know how she could have ever noticed.”Finished, shaking his head with disbelief.

Midorima and Akashi exchanged a knowing glance.

“Somerthing like that happened to me too.” Kuroko partecipated,brushing his chin.

“Kurokocchi! I knew I wasn’t crazy.”

“Shut up Kise.”

“Kuroko-kun, what are you referring to?” Akashiinquired, ignoring the whining Kise.

“Lately, I have difficulties at surprising her. And,what’s more, at the end of practice’s matches she always remember what I havedone and gives me a feedback. Usually she didn’t notice me too, unless I becamethe center of the action.” Explained, furrowing slightly his eyebrows.

“I always knew you tried to scare us on purpose.”Midorima hissed, glaring at him.

“I don’t.”

“You’ve just admitted!”

“I didn’t.” they started to argue, but Akashiinterrupted them.

“Please, let’s return to the main topic. That’s exactlywhat Midorima and I’ve noticed too.” Akashi commented thoughtfully, “Lately,Momoi-san seems to…predict us and others with a terrifying accuracy. She’s beengiving me suggestion about how to handle players of the other teams and abouthow they play even before seeing them play. Every comment is spot on. SometimesI can hear her muttering strange things under her breath or I see her studiesus as if we were guinea pig.”

Everyone silenced.

“Momoi-chin is creepy.” Murasakibara commented,shivering.

“When I asked about how she did it, she answered itwas “woman’s instinct”.” Midorima added, frowning. He still couldn’t understandwhat she meant by that.

“Is that a superpower?”

“Can she read mind too?!”

“Don’t be stupid, Kise.”

“Mean, Midorimacchi.”

The door opened suddenly and startled them; theyturned horrified, just to find a perplexed Aomine looking at them. He was justsearching Kise to play around a bit.

“Eh? What are you doing?” asked arching an eyebrow.

“Aomine!” they yelled in unison and he took a stepback, worried about their crazy stare.

“Please, Aomine-kun, you’ve known her for long.Highlight us about Momoi’ situation.” Akashi asked politely and everyone staredat him expectantly.

“Satsuki?” he repeated, confused, “What’s wrong withSatsuki?” She was fine and annoying as usual, wasn’t she?

Midorima briefly summed up the situation for him andAomine looked at him incredulous.

“Guys, she has always been like that.” Burst out,tilting his head, “Are you dumb?”

“I don’t want to be called “dumb” by you, Aomine-kun.”Kuroko observed deadpanned .

“I too find it insulting.”

“Only Kise-chin is dumb like you.”

“Murasakibaracchi!” Kise pouted offended.

“Oi, I’m not stupid!” Aomine yelled, a vein popping onhis forehead.

“Aomine-kun,” Akashi cold voice immediately establishedthe silence, “Could you please explain yourself better?” asked kindly andAomine shivered at his menacing aura. No, he didn’t like called dumb by Aominetoo.

“Ah yes,” he complied quickly, “Well, Satsuki hasalways been good at analyzing and seeing things since from when we werechildren. Playing hide and seek with her or just trying to prank her was verydifficult.” Admitted with a snort and Kise chuckled, winning a glare.

“However, she has never cultivated her ability.Lately, she said that, seeing us developing our techniques and playing styles,she has decided to improve too. She wants to use her capabilities for basketballto help and guide us. She has started to analyze and collect data abouteverything, calculating and learning to develop patterns and strategies for us.It seems that her efforts are finally showing.” Explained with a shrug.Honestly, he was so used to Momoi reading him like an open book that he hadn’teven noticed.

Everyone exchanged amazed glances, realizationskicking in, but before they could say anything, Momoi appeared on the door.

“Ah guys, you’re all here!” she exclaimed cheerfully,“That’s perfect! I’ve to talk about the…” started to talk, but they bursttalking all together.

“Momoi-san, I’m very honored to have such anhardworking, capable manager like you in my team.” Akashi said standing up and half-bowing.

“Ah, I have indeed to recognize your exceptionality.”Midorima agreed fixing his glasses and nodding full of respect.

“Momoicchi you’re so amazing! So incredible!” Kiseblurted looking at her full of amazement.

“Momoi-san, thank you for your efforts. We won’t letthem to go to waste.” Kuroko added with a quick smile.

“Momo-chin is the best manager.” Murasakibara told,offering her a packet of gummy bears.

Momoi, caught by surprise, blushed furiously andbecame red till the ears, without understanding at all what was happening.

“Aomine-kun, what are they saying?” whispered to hisbest friend, both giddy and worried about their mental state.

The boy shrugged.

“Don’t ask me and leave them alone, you know how theyare.” Aomine commented confused as she was, and Momoi burst into a fit ofgiggles while all the others continued to praise her and her abilities.

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Doctor Who AU: Part 21

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Bog leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed, riding through the waves of pain that came whenever he risked moving. He tried to distract himself with counting the cables attached to him, but that was depressing and he already thought about them every time he tried to make himself a little more comfortable. They dragged and pulled, at his arms, his legs, along his spine, his head, and even one right over his heart.

Did plant people have hearts?

Bog pressed a hand over his chest, the cable sticking out from between his fingers. A racing heartbeat met his touch and he felt relieved that at least one thing was still where it should be.

“Do you really have two hearts?” Bog asked.

“Yeah. Cross my hearts, it's true.”

Cracking his eyes open, Bog looked over to check the Doctor's progress. She was still up to her elbow's in the console, surrounded by wires and bits and pieces. On the wall in front of her there was footage of breaking news concerning the plant soldier's attacks. The volume was turned low, but Bog still heard someone say something about “this all natural menace”.

“Do I look as bad as that?” Bog asked, watching the plant soldiers being shoved back by riot shields before the news cut to video of a packed emergency room.

“Worse,” the Doctor said without looking up, “you're stuck full of cables and covered in dead skin.”

“Ha ha,” Bog rolled his eyes.

The plant soldiers were human-shaped with rudimentary faces. There were eyes, but the rest of the features of a face were more suggested than actually present. Uneven branches stuck off from the soldiers' limbs, leaves growing randomly over the bark of their skin. They were twisted, gnarled, only half made, and walked painfully slow except when a victim was in reach, then they darted forward with frightening speed.

“How's the antitoxin coming?” Bog asked, watching the newscaster talking in front of a crowded hospital.

“Dawn says they've got some good options brewing. The problem is distribution. They can't just run around sticking people with syringes or asking them to swallow pills. I mean, they could, but it wouldn't result in much more than having to talk their way out of getting arrested.

A phone rang.

It rang for nearly a minute before the Doctor went, “Oh!” and fumbled in her pockets, “That's mine. Hello, the Doctor speaking. I'm in the middle of disabling an army of malevolent plants so state your business in as few words as possible before I get bored listening . . . who gave you this number? Kate? Kate Stewart? What's she doing giving out my number to—who are you again? Strategic homeland intelligence what now--? What do you riff-raff want?”

Bog scooted himself up, trying to hear the other end of the conversation and also raising a hand to try and alert the Doctor to the fact that she had gotten her feet tangled in the cables and if she tried to pace she'd trip and fall.

“Antitoxins? Oh, you want to talk to my sister . . . yes, I have a sister! I'm allowed to have a sister. Lots of people have sisters . . . look, I'll text you her number and you can bother her. I'm taking down an army right now, bye.”

“Who was that?”

“Government people. Can't believe Kate Stewart gave them my number. How does she even have my number? Wanted to hear if I'd got anything to help with the current predicament. Dawn can handle it.”

“If you move you're going to kill yourself.”

The Doctor looked down at the cables wrapped around her feet. She delicately shook her ankles free and stepped out of the tangle. She jumped over Roland's prone form and approached the console from a new angle.

“Staying hydrated?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah. My skin has cleared up and it cured my depression, I'm so hydrated.”

“You're still replacing lost blood, so shut up and sip.”

Bog picked up one of the bottles of water that the Doctor had lined up next to him, “How's it going with . . . whatever it is you're doing?”

“Bypassing the interface without destroying the pendant or computer. Give me five minutes and a cookie and we should be good to go.”

“All out of cookies.”

“It's fine, I have my own.”

The Doctor did indeed have a cookie. Bog thought it might be peanut butter.

“Alright, so,” the Doctor said around a mouthful of cookie, dropping herself down next to Bog, “You knocked us out of the interface before and I need you to do that again. It'll give us a push and the modifications I've done should keep us from returning to it.”

“What happens if my head starts overloading?”

“We hope that doesn't happen. Now, I need you to think unhappy thoughts.”

“Easy.”

“But you need a bit of a shock, too. I'm going to feed you something and hopefully it'll ping off your own bad memories and give us that oomph we need.”

“Is that a technical term? Oomph?”

The Doctor bumped his shoulder with hers.

Bog hissed in pain.

“Oh. Oops. Sorry,” she patted his shoulder gently, “I don’t really have anything on hand for pain that will work with Cheem biology. Aunt Aura will know how to fix you up. Ready?”

“No, but go for it.”

“That's the spirit.”

She reached for his face and he took the opportunity to kiss her. It might be the last moment in the real world that he would have and he wanted it to have something in it aside from pain.

“You do that a lot,” she remarked.

“Might be about to die. Carpe Diem,” Bog awkwardly rested his head against the wall, hampered by the cables, “Sorry.”

“It's fine. It's just that you're going to be sorry about it later.”

She didn't give Bog a chance to ask what she meant, plunging both of them into the unreality inside the primrose pendant.

“I'm already working on something.”

Aura had Dawn and Sunny maneuver the plant soldier's plastic-covered corpse down the stairs into her lab. She quickly cleared off a table and motioned for them to set it down there.

“Oof!” Sunny said, letting the thing drop, “I feel like an accessory to murder. Or that I'm helping illegally harvest organs.”

Sunny looked around at the clean, white lab. Unlike the mishmash of color and sparkles that cluttered the cottage, this room was strictly organized. The shelves against the walls were stark metal, their contents lined up with mathematical precision that was completely at odds with the organic sprawl he had come to expect from Aura Plum.

“Just a plant,” Dawn patted his hand.

“Hmf,” Aura sniffed, taking off her fluttering jacket with draping sleeves, revealing her bark covered arms, “This plant has been working on something, as I said. Once I saw the news I knew something had gone wrong. I'd been feeling it for awhile now, that, and you two showing up on my doorstep with that only confirmed it.”

“I guess using the pendant all these years to regulate the ratio of your Cheem to human genetics means you've gotten attuned to it? I mean, it's connected to all the Cheem on earth, isn't it?” Dawn started to lean her elbow on the table, stopping when she realized she had been about to put it down the the plant corpse.

“You can stop trying to be clever, you won't impress me,” Aura said stiffly, wrapping up her hair in a shimmering blue scarf, “I take it Broden is trying to help you fix this mess?”

“He certainly is!” Dawn said a touch too brightly.

Aura gave her a sharp look.

Dawn beamed.

“Who has control of the pendant?” Aura went over to a sink and began to scrub her hands, “Centuries I spend making sure that pendant stays safe, in the family, telling them not to let it pass out of their hands and to strangers! It was a hard job, but I did it and did it well! Never even one single tiny slip up! Then you and your sister breeze into the galaxy and two seconds later somebody has used it to start a plant uprising!”

Sunny wasn't the target of Aura's outrage but he tried to make himself inconspicuous behind the plant corpse anyway.

“Bog has the pendant back now,” Dawn offered, “He and my sister are fixing it--”

“Your sister,” Aura huffed, “The Doctor. I don't believe for a second she even has a medical license!”

“Uh, three, actually.”

“Miss Oncoming Storm. That's what the daleks called her. The Oncoming Storm. Well, she certainly swept a whirlwind through my living room today! I have no doubt that she's at the bottom of this mess. If Broden doesn't get home safe and sound at the end of this I'm going to be contacting a few people who would be interested to hear where your sister is—and put that down!”

Dawn dropped a jar back on the shelf and whipped her hands behind her back, “Just looking!”

“Make yourself useful and unwrap that thing! You, stop hiding! Sunny, right? Pass me that hacksaw, I'm going to need to remove some samples for testing. I've been making some antitoxin for everything I could think of, but now I can get more specific. Gloves on before you touch anything, please.”

Looking at the hacksaw held in his gloved hands Sunny felt even more like he was participating in something very illegal.

“If the police raid the house,” He told Dawn, “I was forced to work down here against my will. I'm going to throw you both to the wolves to save my own skin. It'll probably work, too, because I know I get to work on time today.”

Dawn giggled, unwrapping the plant soldier.

“Less chattering, more sawing!” Aura snapped, arranging test tubes on another table, “Even once I get this figured out there's still the matter of preparing it in large enough quantities and getting it to everyone who needs it--”

Dawn's phone chirped a cheerful tune.

Aura glared.

“I'll just run upstairs and take this,” Dawn's smile was slightly strained as she walked backwards to the stairs, “I'll be right back.”

Sunny felt nervous, left alone with Aura, but she just sighed and went back to her test tubes. Sunny went back to dismembering the corpse.

Dawn was galloping back down the stairs just a few minutes later, to Sunny's relief, shoving her phone back in her pocket while she said, “I just solved the distribution problem!”

“Don't touch anything,” Aura said automatically at the sight of Dawn, “How?”

“Your government got in touch with my sister and she referred them to me.”

“Which part of the government?” Sunny asked, “FBI? CIA? Whoever works in Area 51?”

“One of the hush-hush branches with a name that you can tell they were trying really hard to make it add up to a good acronym,” Dawn said with a vague wave of her hands.

“I'll skip asking how your sister knows these people. How does this help us?” Aura asked.

“We give them a sample of the finished antitoxin so they can run some tests and okay it for general use. After that we've got their backing on spreading it far and wide. How's our patient?”

Dawn gave a nod toward the plant soldier lying on the table. Someone had smashed its head in by the time Dawn and Sunny had picked it up and sap was still oozing out onto the clean, white table.

“Harmless, for all intents and purposes. It doesn't appear to spread its toxins once it's been . . . hm . . . stopped. Anyway, our distribution problem isn't solved at all. When has the government every done anything quickly? It'll take them weeks—months, even—to finish testing and get approval to use it!”

“Actually,” Dawn said brightly, “The reason they called my sister was because one of their labs in New Mexico contacted them saying that the antitoxin had been cleared for use. They were very confused, because the testing started six weeks ago, but all the paperwork was in order. There was a note for them to contact UNIT and ask about the Doctor and they did. And then they called me. So when you're done with that, Aura, I'll just pop back a few weeks and take it to the lab.”

“Nice!” Sunny would have offered his hand for a high-five but he was still wearing gloves covered with sap.

“Oh,” Aura paused with an eyedropper still hovering over the top of a test tube, “That's very useful—don't touch that!”

“I was just looking!” Dawn set the beaker back where she had found it, “You've got so many varieties of extracts and things. How do you keep all these plants without diseases jumping species? It's marvelous!”

Aura looked mollified by this frank praise and a little more of her characteristic breeziness came back into her demeanor, “Oh, I have my trade secrets! You know much about plants? You put on a pretty good show in my living room earlier today. Most people can't tell an orchid from a blossoming Creeping Shadow.”

“I've picked up this and that. Had a few things try to melt my face off and thought I'd better have some general knowledge of horticulture. Mostly self-taught. The academy wasn't very big on plants. I've got a comprehensive knowledge of the workings of time, thanks to them, but very little about plants.”

“The most I've ever done is a window box of herbs for my mom,” Sunny put in, “I can identify almost any savory plant on sight and tell you what dishes they go best with, but that's it.”

“Also a valuable skill,” Dawn put on her glasses to read the labels on a shelf of jars, “someone has to know what to put on the roast. I always get mixed up and end up putting nutmeg in soup when I meant to use paprika. I really need to take a tour of Europe again and hit up all the kitchens for a few pointers.”

“Wow. I hadn't thought about time travel like that . . . you could go back and have one of the first pizzas!”

“That's a brilliant idea! We've got to do that later on!”

“My dad is always talking about the history of Cajun and Creole food—he actually wrote a pamphlet about it for his catering business. He would kill for details. It makes such a huge difference with food, what areas you get your ingredients from, what resources you had to hand—ha, sorry! Save the world first, talk about cooking history later.”

“You seem very ordinary,” Aura remarked, taking the hacksaw from him and motioning for him to get rid of his gloves.

“As unflavored yogurt,” Sunny agreed.

“Sweetheart,” Aura returned to her work, “anyone standing next to that whirlwind and her sister end up looking pale by comparison. You're bound to feel insignificant, but the proportions are skewed. You work for decades to achieve something and they pop in and solve it in five minutes like all your effort was a waste of time.”

She shot a sour look at Dawn.

Dawn threw her hands up in a defensive gesture, “You’ve done amazing work, keeping that pendant safe, we aren’t trying to belittle that! But aren’t you glad to find out more about it? And you’re doing a fantastic job whipping up the antitoxin, I’m just trying to make sure it gets out there!”

“Whose fault is it that we need it in the first place? Yours! I should never have let that pendant out of my sight--not with you around. I should have come with Broden.”

“Look--”

“And then there's poor Broden! That boy has had a rough go of it, he didn't need you crashing in here and turning his world upside down too! Here, here's the antitoxin!” Aura shoved a lidded jar at Dawn, “Go on, fix this mess and get out of our lives!”

Dawn took the jar, her face uncharacteristically blank with shock.

“We were just . . .” she began.

“Leaving, I hope!” Aura snapped.

Dawn looked like she was about to push the point, but then she just closed her mouth and shook her head, “Sorry to have bothered you. I'll make sure Bog gets home alright when this is done. Let's go, Sunny.”

Back in the TARDIS Dawn pocketed the jar of antitoxin and began working her way around the console, flipping switches in preparation for their trip. The TARDIS was rumbling to life when Dawn said, “Yesterday--or last week, I suppose, for us--everything was so simple.”

“Tell me about it,” Sunny said, standing across the console from her and holding on to the edge of it in preparation for the trip, “If I hadn't met you I wouldn't feel like my head was going to explode from all this time travel stuff, or have been dragged into hacking up a kind of corpse.”

“I’m sorry!” Dawn half groaned, half laughed, “It wasn’t on my agenda either!″

“But, also,” Sunny went on, “I would be totally dead. That black cloud of evil would have eaten me and that would have been the end of it. So, thanks. Thanks for crashing into my life and turning it upside down.”

He grinned at Dawn.

She grinned back as she punched a final button.

Both of them hung on to the console, still grinning as the room tilted and they flew off into six weeks ago.

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