#why twins with green hair always got the sister who bullies her brother

[theleapinglizard5]

They're litterally the same people

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[descendantofthesparrow]

Regained Passion - Harry Hook x Reader - Part 2 - proper meeting

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Harry let out a slow breath as he stared into the void in his history class, it had been a full week since he started the dance classes, and almost every day Bert mentioned putting him into a higher experienced class due to his flexibility and the fact that Harry was already a good dancer. But again, Harry wasn’t into the dance class that much, he liked dancing, it's just he didn't like being forced to dance.

His counselor had tried to ask about his first week but Harry was stubborn as usual, even glaring at her during it. She had sighed and rubbed her nose “I can't help you if you don’t open up to me Mr. Hook” Harry had only glared again, he didn’t want or need her help, yeah, he was a little fucked up in the head but if he wanted therapy or a consular, he would get it, not something FG forced on him.

After history finally ended, Harry grabbed his backpack and walked out of the room, sighing in relief as he realized he only had one class left, and it was his favorite, history of sailors and the seven seas. It talked all about pirates and sailors, particularly one of his favorite pirates, Jack Sparrow. One of the few pirates that had escaped isle imprisonment, due to him being pardoned of his crimes after it was discovered that his branding of a pirate had been connected to his freeing of hundreds of slaves.

Harry froze as a now very familiar face stepped into the hall he was walking in, she was looking down at her book, her black backpack hanging off her shoulder, bringing her denim jacket down with it off her shoulder, revealing her gray t-shirt. She suddenly looked up, her sparking (e/c) eyes once again locking with his.

Harry felt the butterflies flood his body again and he ducked into the next hall, away from his class, and pressed himself against the wall, sliding down as he closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands ‘what am I doing?’ he thought, gritting his teeth ‘hiding from a pretty girl? What the hell?’

“Are you hiding from me?” Harry jumped and slammed his head against the locker behind him, looking up to see the girl, who had covered her mouth in shock from Harry's sudden motion “Are you okay?”

“Me? Hiding? No-no I don’- I don’t hide” Harry laughed off his embarrassment, standing from the floor and rubbing the back of his head, wincing slightly “I don’ hide from anyone” the girl smirked and rose her brow as she tilted her head.

“I looked up and as soon as I made eye contact you leaped behind the wall, and then stayed there until I came around the corner, I think that classifies as hiding.” Harry pouted at her, his heart going crazy as she laughed. “Now why would you hide from me? Im, not my brother mind you” Harry rose his brow at that.

“Who’s yer brother?” Harry asked, smirking as she made a sour face.

“Chad” Harry grimaced, relaxing a bit as she laughed again.

“I’m so sorry” her eyes widened a bit and she laughed even harder.

“I accept your condolences, he’s not a fun person to be related to, it took me a month to convince half the school that Chad and I are very different even though we're twins” Harry looked at her up at down, she didn’t look like Chad? “I know, fraternal twins though”

Harry hummed, nodding along, he remembered a couple of sets of twins on the isle, and even when they were “identical” twins, they didn’t look exactly like each other sometimes. “You’re Harry Hook, right?” Harry nodded again, ignoring the flutter of his heart as she said his name “I’m (y/n), (y/n) Charming” (y/n) held out her hand, giving Harry a warm smile.

“Dinne think yeh would even say hi ta me, considering wha’ yer brother has probably told yeh ‘bout meh” he took her hand, stilling for a moment as he felt a small shock ran up his arm and through his body. Shit what the hell was going on with him!?

“Well,” (y/n) laughed, once again sending butterflies through his gut “after almost 18 years of dealing with his dumbass, I've learned to not trust his word, if he says you’re a ‘filthy pirate’ then you aren’t all that bad” Harry smirked and shook his head, not seeing (y/n) freeze for a moment and stare at his lips.

“Yer somethin’ else I’ll tell yeh tha’” he laughed, biting the inside of his cheek as (y/n) looked away from him and fixed her backpack strap. “What’s yer next class?”

“Um-“ (y/n) started, pursing her lips a bit as she thought “Oh! History of sailors and the seven seas!” Harry couldn’t help the smile that grew on his lips.

“Same ‘ere, shall I escort yeh yer highness?” (y/n) gave him a look, then smiled.

“You may” (y/n) laughed, taking his arm as he offered it and they chatted quietly as Harry walked them both to class.

-

Harry threw his pencil on his table as he finished his English homework, leaning back in his chair and sighing. “Hey, Harry?” Uma started, looking up from her magic homework (a new class that FG had made for the magic endowed vks that needed to learn how to control their magic safely)  “You made goody-goody with Chad's sister right?” Harry looked over his shoulder to her, raising his brow.

“Aye? Why?” a devious look overcame Uma’s face, and Harry sat up “Uma” Harry started, a warning tone to his voice, they had just gotten to Auradon two months ago, at the start of the school year, and he loved Uma with all his heart but if she was trying to plan to overtake Auradon by using (y/n) he would have to put his foot down (which he didn’t know why he would defend the girl so eagerly, even turning against his oldest friend like that)Auradon was a lot nicer than they thought and he’d rather not lose the comfy bed and fresh food he had just gotten.

“Oh chill!” Uma scoffed, waving her hand and rolling her eyes “I’m not planning any takeovers or whatever, I wanted to know if she gets along with her brother or not” Harry mentally sighed in relief and leaned back in his chair again.

“Um, no, I said sorry to her that she was his sister and she accepted my condolences, called him a dumbass too” Uma smirked again, a glint in her eye…he knew that glint, it was the glint of pranks “Oh! Do yeh want me ta-“

“Yes,” Uma interrupted him, rubbing her arms together as he saw a plan forming in her mind “ask her if she wants to help us prank Chad, fucker decided to ‘accidentally” Uma used finger quotes “spill grape juice all over my new jacket, and we all know that shit stains, didn’t even apologize either” Harry grit his teeth. Chad, one of the very few teens at Auradon prep that still harassed the vks, he was a bully and a thief, something Harry could respect on the isle but even on the isle you didn’t bully Uma without getting Harry’s hook to your face.

“I’ll ask ‘er when next time I see ‘er, we don’ have a lot of classes together, and her dance class ends after mine” Uma smirked at that, leaning into her hand.

“How are those going by the way?” Harry just let out a raspberry, and Uma fell back on Gil’s bed, laughing away.

-

The next day, after Harry's dance class, he waited outside (y/n)s room, standing awkwardly and out of place as others passed by him, some looking at him oddly while others ignored him or simply glanced at him.

There were one or two flirtatious looks but Harry ignored those, continuing to wait for (y/n). about fifteen minutes of waiting, the class finally ended, and as (y/n)s fellow dancers exited the room, many of them stared at him, whispering amongst themselves for a moment before one turned to him. “(y/n)s talking to Esmerelda, she’ll be in there for a moment” She had a strong French accent and Harry nodded in thanks, the group finally moving on as the girl who had spoken up pushed them away from the room.

After a couple more moments of waiting Harry got impatient, walking up to the door and peeking in, seeing (y/n) standing in front of Esmerelda, looking down at her feet “(y/n) your posture is perfect, your leg is always perfectly straight during the Penché, everything you do during practice is perfect but…there's just no…passion (y/n), where is it? You are only doing the steps, you aren’t feeling the music, where is the love, the sorrow, the yearning? This is a dance to convey two people falling in love (y/n), and I don’t see any of it coming from you” Harry felt his chest hurt as Esmerelda sighed, looking away from (y/n) who stayed silent. “(y/n) if you can't find the passion I need for the piece…I’m going to have to switch you out, I’m sorry” (y/n) looked up at that, and Harry couldn’t see her face but he could tell there were tears in her eyes “You are one of my best dancers (y/n), but without passion, you are doing nothing but following the steps.” (y/n) nodded slowly. Esmerelda smiled and took her chin “You just have to find your spark again, I know you can do it…I’ll see you tomorrow” (y/n) nodded again, turning to grab her bag.

Harry ducked out of the doorframe and went back to lean against the wall, looking down at his converse as he waited for (y/n). “Harry?” he looked up, (y/n) walking toward him from the door and tilting her head “What are you doing here?”

Harry smirked, it turning to a smile as (y/n) smiled back. Good, that meant she wasn’t super down from her talk with Esmerelda. “I was wonderin’ if yeh wanted ta help Uma n’ I prank Chad~” Harry had hardly finished his sentence before (y/n) grinned, stepping even close to him.

“Hell yes!” Harry shared her grin and offered his arm again, walking her out of the building and back to the dorms to Uma’s room, where Uma would tell them her plan.

-

Two days later, Chad’s hair was puke green. And he didn’t suspect a damn thing, even as (y/n) held her laughter as she stood next to him, sharing a sly thumbs up with Harry and Uma as they cackled at him.

“You’re definitely cut from a different fabric princess” Uma chuckled, Harry moving to the side of the bench he and Uma were sitting on as you walked over to them when Chad bolted off screaming after realizing his hair was green (for someone who stared at himself almost all day it took him a while to notice his hair) (y/n) grinned in thanks and plopped down next to Harry, not noticing Uma’s smirk as Harry scooted closer to (y/n).

“I’ll take that as a compliment” (y/n) laughed, leaning against the table and looking towards the door “How long do you think it’ll be before Chad suspects us?”

“Three days” Gil decided, suddenly appearing and sitting down next to Uma. And as usual, holding a bowl of grapes “I give it three days”

(y/n) hummed at that, tapping her fingers on the table “Well Chad is smart,” (y/n) laughed a bit at Uma and Harry's look of ‘really?!’ “I know shocking…well less smart more cunning, but I say he’ll either figure it out by the end of the day or he’ll bolt up in the middle of the night and then figure it out, can't say which or when, but it’s one of those”

“By the way,” Gil interrupted (y/n), pointing his finger right at her “who are you?” Gil had been out of the room every time (y/n) came over to Uma or Harry and Gil's room to plan for the plank, so oddly enough he had yet to meet (y/n) before today.

“Gil!” Harry hissed through his teeth, Uma smirking once more at his reaction. (y/n) laughed and held out her hand.

“I’m (y/n), (y/n) Charming, Chad’s sister” Gil took her hand and shook it, giving her a sympathetic look.

“I’m so sorry” (y/n) laughed again, unknowingly sending a flurry of butterflies through Harry again.

“Harry said the same thing a couple days ago, I accept your condolences” Gil released (y/n)s hand and went back to his grapes as Uma intertwined her hands and looked at (y/n)

“So you and Harry go to the same dance school, right? Do you ever dance together?” Harry felt his cheeks turn red at the question and he pouted at Uma, not really wanting to bring up the topic of the classes he hated so much.

“I guess? Different classes but same building, I’m a ballet dancer, been one since I was a kid. Harry, I think is still in the beginner class but Harry?” He glanced at (y/n) with a raised bro and a hum “You said Bert’s thinking of upgrading your placement?” Harry huffed and leaned on his hand.

“Aye, somethin’ bout me being a higher level than beginner, I dinne kae I din’ listen more than tha’” both Uma and (y/n) hummed at that. “I din’ even wan’ ta do the damn classes in the first place so I don’t see why I should level up or whatever” Harry grumbled, pouting at nothing.

Uma forced the grin off her face. Harry, ever since he had made friends with (y/n), started to be more…enthusiastic when going to the studio, no longer dragging his feet. And after the first time he picked up (y/n) from her class he did it the next day, and the next. Uma knew Harry and she knew he was catching feelings for the princess, even if he himself didn’t realize it yet.

Harry had only known the princess for about a month now, but Uma could tell when Harry liked someone, and he really-really liked (y/n), he wouldn’t admit it until he knew what words to connect his feelings yet but, Uma could wait.

Now, Uma wouldn’t do anything to push Harry and (y/n) together yet, she didn’t know if (y/n) shared any feelings about Harry, but once Uma did find out? Oooh, it was going to be fun.

But for now? Uma watched (y/n) and Harry talk, smiling behind her hand at the sparkle within Harry's eye, she would sit and watch their relationship bloom.

-end of part 2-

part 2~ hope yall enjoyed and like (y/n) so far, and i do want to put a *sprinkle* of angst in this so it'll come with (y/n)s struggle to show feeling in her dance and maybe some Chad shenanigan's anyway~ yeah i think this will be a 10 part series at most, and im liking where its going atm.

anyway im gonna draw a blue ballgown now because i don't like any of the designs i found on google or Pinterest

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[sushiburritonoms]

DinLuke 10. high school popular kid/nerd au

I've been sitting on this AU Fic request all week because High School was a long time ago for me and I have no idea what all you young people are doing these days. After talking to Dark, I finally came up with an idea based off what I remember from high school in the 1990s. Hence this is one of the more serious ficlets I've done, but then again I've never thought of the high school genre as a happy one? Unless we're talking about Sailor Moon or something (which trust me I WAS TEMPTED).

10. High school popular kid/nerd AU

Warnings: USA centric, Time period appropriate homophobia, homophobic language, school bullying.

This looked so easy in the movies.

Din squinted at his target, readjusted his stance and after a moment, let the small pebble fly from his hand. It made a graceful arch…and landed on the top of the roof instead of hitting Luke’s second floor bedroom window. Again. He groaned.

“I can’t believe you’re the Captain of the football team.”

Din yelped and spun around. Standing directly behind him was Luke’s twin sister, staring at him with an annoyed expression on her face. She was still dressed in the same white cardigan, pink spaghetti strap tank and skinny jeans he’d seen her in at school, and was carrying her silver JanSport bag on her back and her clarinet case in one hand. If looks could kill, Din would be….well. Not dead, but most likely wounded, since the look Leia Amidala Skywalker was giving him was one of distrust and utter annoyance.

A thousand different excuses flew through Din’s head, in one ear and out the other.  Of all the things he could have said, what actually came out was, “I thought you had Jazz Band today.”  Or was it Model UN? Was it Thursday yet?

“It was cancelled. Ms. Junda is out sick.”  Leia used her free hand to push her glasses further up her nose.  “Why didn’t you just use the front door like a normal person?” She shook her head at him and started to walk towards her front door.

Din hesitated.

Leia looked back and rolled her eyes. “My parents aren’t home. My mom has another fundraiser and my dad got dragged into helping. Doesn’t my parasitic twin tell you anything?”

Din frowned. He took AP Bio and that insult made no sense. “Did you two have another argument?”

Leia gave him an incredulous look. “We never fight.”

Not according to Luke, but Din wisely avoided mentioning that.  “My pager got confiscated,” Din admitted. “It went off during history and Mr. Mundi took it.”

“You could have just talked to him,” Leia said. Then she used the palm of her hand to hit her head. “Oh duh, I forgot. You’re too cool to talk to Wormie and Squirmie at school.”

“Hey!” Din walked over to Leia. “I don’t call you guys that.” He hated Luke and Leia’s stupid nicknames. He couldn’t stand the way the other kids treated the Skywalker twins, especially Fett and his gang of morons.

Leia’s hand jingled as she pulled out her house key. “You don’t stop them,” she said quietly as she turned her back to Din. “It’s pretty much the same thing.”

Din felt his heart drop into his chest.  That wasn’t true. Every time he heard his teammates talking smack about other kids he told them off. But apart from Football practice, he didn’t really spend time talking with Fett and his friends. He was too busy working his afterschool job at Blockbuster and helping his foster mom with the other kids.  “I would,” he protested. “If Fett or anyone else ever said anything to my face about you and Luke, I would smack ‘em.”

Leia side eyed him, with her hand still clutching at her front door. “What about Han? Would you stand up for him?”

“Han Solo?”  Din blinked. The infamous dropout of Coruscant High? “I thought he joined a biker gang?”

That was the wrong thing to say. Leia whirled around. “No he didn’t! What is wrong with you!” She swung her clarinet case at Din and he had to take several steps back. “I don’t know what Luke sees in you, you stupid jock!”

“HEY! Shhh! I’m sorry, I’m sorry ok! Calm down!” Din looked around nervously to see if anyone had heard Leia.  He had no idea what he’d done to piss Luke’s sister off. They’d never had more than a few short conversations with each other ever since Din moved into town two years ago.

“What? You don’t want people to know you’re a homo?” Leia shouted at him. She had tears in her eyes. “You afraid you’ll stop being Mr. Popular if they knew you were a gaylord like Luke? Huh? You thick headed, scruffy looking….Neanderthal!”

“Leia!”

Din and Leia both froze. They hadn’t noticed the front door opening nor noticed Luke until he was standing right in front of them.  His blond hair was all disheveled and he had an ice pack in one hand and the beginnings of an awful black eye on his swollen face. His lip was cut up and there was blood dotting his green t-shirt.

“What happened!” Din blurted out. He pushed past Leia to hover next to Luke. “Who did this?!”

Luke winced and pulled away before Din could touch his face. “I’m fine.  Will you two get in here before you get outed to the entire town?”

Din opened his mouth to reply but was shoved into the doorframe by a furious Leia.  “I didn’t know it was this bad.” She grabbed her brother’s hand and dragged him into their living room.

“I’m fine!” Luke repeated. “How’d you even find out?”

“Amy told me. She saw the fight.” She pulled Luke over to their couch and nudged her brother into sitting. Din quietly closed the door and watched the siblings from a safe distance. Amy must have been Amilyn Holdo, the school’s resident weirdo.  She was one of Leia’s best friends and another frequent target of the meaner kids in their class.

“Ugh Leia, quit it! Did you skip Jazz Band for me?!”  Luke tried to wiggle away from his sister as Leia fussed over his cut lip.

“I thought it was cancelled,” Din frowned.

“That’s what we’re telling my parents,” Leia muttered.  “But I don’t think we can explain this!”

Luke sighed. “You know they won’t even notice.” He sounded so defeated that Din felt a surge of rage at Mrs. Skywalker and her busy city council career.

“Mom’s gonna notice a black eye!” Leia paused. “Eventually.”

Din counted to three just like his foster mother was always telling him to do. “Will someone tell me what the hell happened?!”

Both twins turned to look at him simultaneously, doing that creepy staring thing that made them frequent targets of the school bullies.  “Greedo,” they both said at once.

Ugh. He really liked Luke, but that was just too creepy. It reminded him of the movie Village of the Damned. “Christopher Greedo?”

They both nodded. “He insulted Han,” Luke protested. “Spreading rumors about him and nobody was saying anything.”

OH.  Now Leia’s earlier comments made sense. “You tried to fight Greedo?” Chris Greedo was infamous for his bad temper, a real ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ type of jerk.

“He keeps spreading that stupid biker gang rumor. Nobody knows what really happened to him.” Luke kept clenching and unclenching his fists--which also looked bruised. “I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Din slowly started to approach the twins, keeping one eye on Leia.  She glared at him but still scooted over so that Din could sit next to Luke.

“What really happened?” He asked gently.  He only hesitated for a moment before he reached over and grabbed one of Luke’s bruised hands.

“Han’s old man threw him out.” Leia answered instead of Luke. “He’s been homeless for the last four months.”

“He’s currently living with Chuy Baca’s family on the East Side,” Luke added. “It’s not fair! Han was so close to finally graduating this year but Leia and I can’t convince him to come back.”

“That’s messed up,” Din said as he looked at Leia. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

It felt like he was being judged by Leia as her brown eyes peered into him. “It’s alright,” she said finally. “Now you do.”

There was a whole lot of school politics that Din didn’t understand, even though he’d been living in Coruscant for two years. He knew that Han, Leia and Luke’s nerdy group of friends were low on the social totem pole and by sheer luck Din’s athletic ability meant he was attractive to the popular group that ran the school.  Boba Fett in particular acted like he was some sort of king and because Din was useful to him he had become one of the ‘cool kids’ for the first time in his life.  Boba had some sort of grudge against the Church that Luke’s parents attended (Church of the Sith Eternal or something like that).  The other kids also picked on Leia because she was at the top of their class and Luke because he was gay. It didn't matter that Leia had garnered enough votes from the underclassmen to become the secretary of the Student Council. She wasn’t liked by Boba, so that meant the Juniors and Seniors had it out for her.

Din had tried to stay out of the politics. He had his Senior year and then he was done--he would be finished with school and aged out of the foster care system.  Maybe he’d go community college (if by some miracle he could find the money) but most likely he’d end up in the military like his foster brother Paz.  He had so many other problems to deal with, from helping out his loving but overworked foster mother to his uncertain future. But now as he looked at the horrible bruising on Luke’s face and the tears that still lingered in Leia’s eyes, he realized he was making a huge mistake. Distancing himself from the twins and taking refuge in his own popularity wasn’t right. Somebody had to stand up to the ridiculous bullies of Coruscant High. Starting with that slimy bitch Greedo.

“Easy, Romeo.” Din felt a pillow smack the side of his head and he looked up to see Leia shaking her head at him. “I can feel the bloodlust from here. Punching Greedo in the face isn’t gonna help Luke and you’ll only get yourself detention.”

“I’m fine!” Luke insisted as he gingerly put his ice pack back on his eye. They ignored him.

“He can’t keep getting away with this,” Din argued.

“I agree but we have to be smart about this. I’ve seen your GPA Djarin, I know you’re not a moron.”

Luke frowned. “How did you see his grades? Are you hacking into Principal Windu’s computer again?!””

Din tilted his head. “You have a plan.”

Leia adjusted her glasses again. “I have several plans, ranging in severity. Some of which hinge on you.”

Luke groaned. “Oh no.”

“Me?”

“Amilyn and I have a plan to take out the worst of Luke’s tormentors…” Leia hesitated for a moment before continuing, “but it depends on if you’re willing to come out of the closet or not.”

“What! NO!” Luke jerked up before Din could say a word. “You can’t Leia, he’s gonna go to the army next year! They won’t take him if he’s out!”

Leia nodded. “We don’t have to use that plan--”

“--I never said I was going to enlist for sure,” Din interrupted. “I’d like to hear all your plans first.”

Luke turned to him with wide eyes. “No! I’m not worth it!”

“Don’t say that!” Leia scoffed. “If anything, he’s not worth it.”

“Hey.” Din frowned.

“He’s about to graduate!” Luke said to his sister. “Why would we drag him down with us when he’s close to getting out of this hellhole!”

“Because you still have one more year and I can’t take this anymore.” Leia was crying now, slow tears dripping from the corners of her eyes. “Luke, please. Let me help.” She turned to Din. “I know you don’t really want to join the army, I heard you talking to Fennec last week. If you’re willing to work on this with me and Amy, I’ll see to it my mom hires you after you graduate.”

Din hesitated. A promise of a job after high school, something that paid more than Blockbuster,  would be a real life changer for him. But there was a problem. “Wait. Will this plan of yours out Luke to your parents? I thought they’d be against it because of their religion.”

This made Leia snort. “Please, my dad is the worst Sith in the world and my mom is only in it for him.  The bonus is that this plan would convince dad to finally leave that cult.”

Luke shook his head. “If Aunt Ahsoka and Ben weren’t enough to get dad to leave, why do you think he’d leave for me.”

Din tightened his grip on Luke’s hand. “Your dad loves you,” he said quietly. “I’ve seen how he interacts with you. I’ve always thought you weren’t giving Anakin enough credit.”

Leia nodded. “We’re almost in the new millenium, lots of people are out now,” she argued. “It's not like how it was when Aunt Ahsoka was outed.”

“I don’t know, this is a lot!” Luke moaned. But he allowed Din to tuck his head onto his chest and to wrap his arms around him.  Din was happy to see Leia smile at them instead of reacting with any sort of disgust.

“Why don’t we just take this one step at a time,” Din suggested.  “Can you call Amilyn over to talk about all these different plans?”

Leia nodded. She wiped her face with the back of her cardigan sleeve and took a deep breath. “I’ll page her. Will you stay for dinner? We’re ordering pizza. Our parents will be out all night.”

“I need to call home, but yeah, sure.” He wasn’t one to turn down free food.

“Coolio. I’ll brb!”  Leia shot up from the couch.  She walked over to her brother and gave him a soft kiss on the head. It meant that she had to lean close to Din and he could smell something sweet and floral in her carefully braided hair.  “We’re gonna be ok, little brother.”

“I’m two minutes older,” Luke griped.  But Din felt Luke relax in his arms.

As Leia left to use the phone in the kitchen, Din slowly loosened his grip around Luke, enough so he could look at his eye. “I thought I taught you to duck.”

“I did! The first time.”  Luke flinched as Din carefully applied the ice pack to his face again.  “I tried to go low like you said, but then Greedo got me with his knee.”

“That bastard fights dirty,” Din growled. He was going to have to create an ‘accident’ for Greedo in the hallway tomorrow. If he called in his favor to Boba, he might even get one of his lackeys to do it for him.

Din felt Luke’s fingers twist into his plaid shirt.  “Let it go. Please. It’s not right if we stoop to his level. And you shouldn’t come out for me, it’ll just ruin your senior year.”

“Who cares about senior year? Why does everyone make such a big deal about it?! Best years of our lives--that’s depressing as shit.” Din raised his hand to Luke’s chin and gently cupped his face. “I’ve been a big fat coward, ok? This is wrong, Luke. There’s nothing wrong with us.”

Luke swallowed. “There’s a big difference between everyone thinking you’re a fag and being in an actual relationship. I don’t know if you or I are ready for that.”

Din knew what Luke meant. He didn’t know any gay couples. Just rumors of various people, like Luke’s aunt, that existed in their town. There was a significant part of him that was terrified of the consequences of Leia’s plan. Would he still be able to play Football? Would his teammates be afraid of him? What if Leia was wrong and Anakin forbid him from ever seeing Luke again?

But then again, Leia was also right. Luke had one year left and what would happen once he was gone and unable to divert the worst of Luke’s tormentors from jumping him in the hallways?  It wasn’t fair to let the injustice in Coruscant stand. Not while he was still around to do something about it.

“I want to take you to Homecoming,” Din admitted. “I want to see you in a stupid rented tux and make out with you in front of Mr. Windu.”  Luke giggled, then winced as it made his lip hurt.  “And Han should be there with Leia so she can finally make him slow dance.” Din’s hands wandered into Luke’s hair as he dragged him closer.

“Han dances like a penguin,” Luke sighed.  He slowly rested his forehead onto Din’s.  “He’s got two left feet.”

“Even better.”  Din carefully kissed the side of Luke’s mouth, careful to avoid his cut.

“Promise me you won’t do something stupid,” Luke pleaded. “We can wait until I graduate and then we can both leave this trash town.”

Instead of answering, Din pulled Luke into his arms and held him close. He looked up and saw Leia return to the living room. He locked eyes with her and nodded.

“I won’t let them hurt you anymore.”

#this is also a role reversal fic kinda sorta #Let Din be the cool kid for once #Leia the jazz band clarinet player is dedicated to Sadie #Nerd Leia is life #spoilers: in the end Luke and Din do go to homecoming together and Anakin gets his head out of his ass #I never went to homecoming or any shit like that so I aint writing it #I was a theater kid and I went to see one of the prequels after prom thats how cool I was #sbficlets #din/luke

[swifteforeverandalways]

Teach Me to Breathe Again Chapter One: A Reunion

Written with @thatgothicgurl

Chapter One: A Reunion

“Takeda!” Syndel picked up the two year old, holding him close.

“Maybe we can throw him in the trash” Five year old Jade suggested.

“Just because it’s your first day of kindergarten does not mean you can make fun of your little brother, young lady,” Syndel pointed at her daughter.

“But moooom,” Jade whined.

“Don’t you dare!” Syndel warned, already hearing the tantrum Jade was about to throw

“C’mon Jade, let’s go!” Jade’s twin sister, Mileena, piped up. Syndel’s friend May came in and took Takeda away from her. “Thank you for watching him”

“Of course,” May said.

Syndel kissed Takeda on the forehead and smiled as he pulled on her silver hair. Jade huffed and looked around, bored.

“C’mon girls!” Syndel grabbed her keys. “Kenshi is still sleeping from his night shift so give him coffee as soon as he wakes up!” May nodded.

“They’re in that “bully the little brother stage”” May laughed

“Kids will be like that”

Syndel laughed at that, helping her twins into their car seats and driving away. Mileena was bouncing with excitement while Jade seemed close to tears

“Jade, what’s wrong?” Syndel asked.

“I wanna go home!”

“Jade, think about all the friends you’ll make there,” Syndel said soothingly. Jade whimpered. “Mileena will be by your side the entire day” Syndel pulled into the parking lot. Mileena nodded enthusiastically, making Jade giggle.

“Okay,” Jade agreed somewhat reluctantly. Syndel waved to the Rogers and Barnes families, Jade smiling at the familiar faces of her friends. She ran up to them. Mileena stayed by her mom.

“And she wanted to stay home,” Syndel laughed. She looked around when Mileena spotted her friends Rain and Reiko and ran over to them. There was a familiar man, maybe her age, with long white blond hair and looking like he was in pain. Syndel frowned slightly.

“Thranduil?”

The man froze. He turned around as if preparing for something and looked over at her. “Do I know you!” Syndel frowned at him.

“It’s Syndel...”

A brief look flashed across the man’s face before he evened it out.

“Oh!” Thranduil hugged her

“How have you been? It’s been years,” Syndel said, hugging back.

“I’ve been there” Thranduil dodged the question. “Why are you here?”

“I could ask you the same thing”

Thranduil moved his coat to reveal a little boy that was hugging his leg and looked just like him.

“You have a son? What’s his name?” Syndel said.

“Legolas” The boy whispered

“Hi,” Syndel smiled kindly, “How old are you?”

Legolas looked at his father

“He’s five,” Thranduil explained.

“That’s how old my girls are”

“You have kids?” Thranduil said in surprise.

“Jade and Mileena”

“Ada” Legolas tugged on his father’s coat, pointing at his teacher. Thranduil smiled.

“Go on, I’ll be here later” Legolas ran off.

“He’s precious” Syndel said

“Where are your girls?” Thranduil asked. Mileena hugged Syndel at that moment. “Bye mommy!”

“Bye sweetie,” Syndel smiled. Mileena grabbed Jade’s hand and dragged her with

“Twins,” Thranduil said amusedly. Syndel elbowed him. “Do you wanna go out for coffee? Catch up? I haven’t seen you in fifteen years” Thranduil hesitated.

“We can just catch up”

“Sure,” Thranduil reluctantly agreed.

They ended up at a locally owned café run by a friend of Syndel, the pair quickly falling into their normal habits around each other. “So did you ever get into law school?” Thranduil asked

Syndel smiled. “Of course”

“And?” Thranduil pressed. Syndel laughed. “I’m a prosecutor”

“Good for you,” Thranduil said, “Jerrod would be proud”

“Thank you” Syndel grabbed his hand. “What happened to you? You disappear and suddenly you’re back here with a kid”

Thranduil shrugged nonchalantly.

“Is Legolas your son? Because I will arrest you for answers” Thranduil laughed at that. “Yes, he’s mine”

“Who’s his mom, if you don’t mind me asking”

“It doesn’t matter,” Thranduil muttered. “We’re separated”

“Oh,” Syndel nodded. “What about you?” Thranduil asked.

“Married. Three kids. My youngest is at home”

“How old?”

“Two. My Takeda” Syndel beamed, noticing a bruise on Thranduil’s wrist that he covered up. “You and Legolas seem close” She recovered

“We are,” Thranduil said.

“What happened with you and his mother? Sorry, the D.A in me just comes out”

Thranduil shrugged.

‘She cheated on me and when I confronted her about it she hit me’ He thought. “It’s okay, you don’t need to tell me” Syndel rubbed his hand. “I missed you”

“I missed you too.”

“Don’t vanish on me again. Your father wouldn’t even report you missing” Thranduil shrugged before changing the subject. “So how long have you been married?”

“Six years. Jade and Mileena happened on our anniversary”

“What does their father do?”

“He’s a police officer,” Thranduil laughed. “Remember when I flirted with that cop after we got caught trashing my father’s office?”

“I do. That was hilarious”

Thranduil tried to laugh but shuddered

“So how did you meet your husband?” He asked.

“He arrested this creep, something Slade, and asked me out after the trial was over”

Thranduil laughed.

“What about you and your ex?” Thranduil hugged himself. “My father is still controlling every part of my life”

Syndel’s jaw tightened and she nodded.

“He wanted Legolas to be a girl,” Thranduil laughed darkly.

“I’m so sorry,” Syndel said softly.

Thranduil grabbed at her hand. “My wife and I had a fight, I took Legolas and ran back here”

“Thranduil, we can help. My husband and I”

“You can’t! He’s why I ran away. He found me and put me in a mental hospital”

“Thranduil……”

“I’ll be fine”

“Are you still with your father?”

“He doesn’t know I’m here”

“Thranduil……please.”

“I’m not lying about that. I didn’t tell anyone”

“Please, we can help you.”

“There’s nothing to help” Thranduil placed a ten dollar bill on the table. “Thanks for the coffee but I can’t do this”

“Thranduil…..”

He left in a hurry, Syndel sighing, placing another bill on the table

———

“Do you remember Thranduil Oropherion?” Syndel asked May, Kenshi still sleeping

May nodded. “Vaguely, yeah.”

“He’s back.” “Wasn’t his father that rich guy?” May handed Takeda over. Takeda instantly beamed at his mother, grabbing her hair.

“Hi honey” Syndel held him close. “He has a son, Jade and Mileena’s age. Love less marriage. Maybe abusive towards him”

May shook her head.

“I swear I’m not crazy. I’ve seen his behavior too many times”

“I know,” May said softly.

“You’re giving me that look,” May laughed. “It’s just...he wasn’t always that social”

“He was my best friend.”

“Okay” May sat down. “Describe his behavior. Any certain ticks?” Syndel sighed and absently ran a hand through Takeda’s hair.

“Fidgety, looked all around as if he was scared someone would see him”

May frowned, nodding.

“Am I being weird?”

“You care about him, so no.”

Syndel sighed, holding Takeda close.

————

“Ada! Ada!” Legolas jumped on Thranduil to wake him. “Not so loud ion-nin, Ada has a headache”

Legolas frowned. Thranduil hugged him close. “I missed you” Legolas burrowed to his dad.

“Everyone was talking about having an ada and naneth” He muttered. “Don’t call her that. She is not your mother” Legolas frowned up at his dad.

“She hurted you,”

Thranduil sighed and patted his son on the head.

“Your Ada’s been hurt his entire life” Legolas frowned. "But that not nice," Thranduil kissed his head. “That’s not nice”

Legolas hugged his father. “So did you make any friends?” Thranduil asked.

“Uhhh, oh Aragorn! And these girls like look the same”

“What do they look like?”

Legolas tried to think of a way to describe them

“Dark hair! N one has green eyes! The other’s are kinda green but also kinda brown!”

Thranduil sighed and got up, carrying Legolas. Legolas looked up at his dad.

“Ada? Why did we come here?”

Thranduil sighed.

“Your grandfather tried to control every single piece of my life. This is the last place he would find us”

Legolas frowned up at Thranduil.

“Why did he do that?”

“He was a mean, spiteful old man”

“Well I’m glad we’re gone from him!” Legolas tried to look mean. Thranduil laughed softly.

“I’m angry!”

“I know you are,” Thranduil said fondly.

“Rawr!” Legolas yelled. Thranduil hugged his son close.

“I love you”

“I love you too!”

————

Syndel pulled in front of the house, maybe finding where Thranduil lived by guilt tripping Kenshi, She had to check on her friend. She knocked on the door. The door opened.

“Hi!” Legolas was standing there. “Hi honey. Why aren’t you in school?” “Ada’s head hurts so mine does too!”

Syndel knelt down in front of him.

“Can I come in?” “No!” Legolas was grinning. Syndel laughed softly.

“Where is your Ada? I’m an old friend” Legolas glared, though it was too adorable. “You’re not friends with Ororper?”

“Who?”

Legolas stomped his foot. “My Ada’s ada!”

“No, definitely not,” Syndel said quickly.

“Okay!” Legolas let her in. Syndel smiled. “Where is your Ada?”

Legolas grabbed her hand and led her to Thranduil’s room.

“Legolas. You are so lucky I know her” Thranduil muttered. Syndel raised an eyebrow at Thranduil. Legolas snuggled next to his father. “Are you okay”

Thranduil sighed.

“Bad memories”

Syndel nodded sympathetically.

“Your wife...she’s like your father isn’t she!”

Thranduil’s jaw tightened.

“She hit him!” Legolas cried. Syndel swore under her breath.

“I deserved it”

“No! Don’t ever say that!” Syndel says fiercely. Legolas hugged his father as tight as he could. Thranduil looked away.

“Ada! Don’t be sad!”

Thranduil smiled at his son.

“I can help you”

“Syndel,” Thranduil sighed.

“Ada” Legolas held Thranduil’s face. “I don’t want you hurted no more” Syndel looked at Thranduil.

“What would I have to do?” He asked. Syndel smiled softly at him.

“If you want to, press charges against your wife or even your father. At least go to therapy” Thranduil nodded.

“And if you have a migraine, I’ll take this little guy to school” Legolas beamed at Syndel.

“I’m not losing you again”

“You’re pretty!” Legolas told Syndel. Syndel smiled, Thranduil holding him closer

“Come,” she said softly. Legolas grabbed her hand

“Pretty,” he repeated. Syndel smiled. Legolas ran in his room and grabbed an elf plushie

“Your kids got any plushies?” Thranduil asked.

“A cat and a lion”

Thranduil laughed fondly.

“His name is Estel!” Legolas said proudly

“You are just too cute,” Syndel smiled at Legolas. Legolas grinned. Syndel grabbed Thranduil’s hand

“Where are we going?” Legolas asked. Thranduil looked to his friend

“My place,” Syndel said.

“Okay! Ada come on!”

“Are you sure? Won’t your husband mind?” Thranduil asked.

“He can deal with it. It wouldn’t be the first time I hid a vic-...someone who needed help in my house” Thranduil raised an eyebrow at her. Legolas tried to push him of the bed but only succeeded in falling on the bed

“Who else have you hidden?” Thranduil asked, picking up his son.

“Many people who were hurt like you”

“Is that even legal?” Thranduil joked.

“I am a prosecutor” Syndel winked, helping Thranduil up. “Estel!” Legolas yelled. Thranduil picked up the stuffed elf. Legolas hugged it to his chest. “I got it for him after I argued with my father”

“It’s adorable,” Syndel smiled.

“You can’t protect me from him. If he finds me..,”

“I can and I will,” Syndel said fiercely.

#syndel okaia #Thranduil #Teach me to breathe again #my writing

[mostlycompetentwriter]

“19″ - A Haven Sequel Drabble

M/F Pairing: Jeongin x Original Female Character (OC)

Genre: Strangers to Lovers AU; Haven Sequel!

Warnings: None! Indulgent Fluff for the win!

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: Jeongin understands more than anyone that he got lucky when he found his adopted family, but sometimes he can get a little frustrated with their over-protectiveness. Maybe that’s why he’s so intrigued by the new girl next door because she was once a favorite classmate. Too bad her brother is the same kid who used to bully him in school.

A/N: Featuring NCT and lots of jealous moments!

It was a warm spring afternoon when Jeongin fell in love...okay, maybe that was too much, but he still considered the fluttering his heart as something quite romantic whenever he spotted the new girl-next-door helping her family unload packages into their home. She was also strikingly familiar, and Jeongin soon realized that they had once gone to school together before she moved. He remembered that she was always nice to him, and maybe something had happened and she was brought back to their small-town to start over again inside the old house next to their little slice of Haven.

Perhaps it was even fate that Lily was brought back into his life - the old cliche about soulmates!

But while Jeongin was enamored with the idea of true love, he still couldn’t help his reservations when it concerned a potential relationship with Lily. In particular, his hesitation came from her twin brother Jisung who used to pick on him in grade school. Unfortunately, Jeongin had already seen him twice in the span of the past five minutes -  walking around the front yard while he complained to his other brothers who asked him to help with their belongings.

And Jeongin scoffed at his childish behavior because it showed that Jisung hadn’t changed much since grade school, always wanting to be coddled by everyone else. It was the same reason why Jisung had disliked Jeongin because he wasn’t so willing to do whatever the boy asked, but why should he give away his gummy snacks to a snot-nosed brat who had held out his hand in a silent demand?

Of course, Jisung had not appreciated that one bit, and he made it his personal mission to torment Jeongin at every possible opportunity. It got to the point where Jeongin cried to Changbin during one of their car rides home because he couldn’t take it anymore. And even though Chan had cautioned Changbin to stay out of the situation, Jeongin was still immensely satisfied when Changbin confronted the other boy on the playground and scolded him fiercely in front of the other students.

But Jeongin didn’t really remember much about Jisung after that occasion, and he even forgot about Jisung’s twin sister, Lily, who always so kind to Jeongin in spite of her brother. Maybe that was why he felt such a strong attachment to her because he remembered all those little moments when Lily had demonstrated an uncanny kindness towards him.

Like the time she helped him rebuild his sandcastle after her brother destroyed it during recess, or when Lily sat with him outside the school because Chan had been late picking him up and Jeongin was afraid that he would be stuck there forever!

It had been a silly fear because in the present, Jeongin recognized that such thoughts had been ridiculous, but he was still grateful for Lily’s persevering thoughtfulness.

“I wonder if she remembers me?” Jeongin hummed in deep consideration, and he spent the rest of his afternoon watching her from afar because he much too cautious to say hello.

And for the remainder of the week, Jeongin made a habit of sitting at the big window in the living room to watch his new neighbors; specifically, he was dedicated to studying Lily and learning as much as he could given the whole distance factor. But he was sure that it was better this way since he could openly admire Lily without fearing for her twin brother’s interference.

He was also so focused on his task that he was barely cognizant of Y/N's entrance until he felt someone tap on his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Y/N asked, and Jeongin jumped at the sound of her voice.

‘Why are you sneaking up on me?” Jeongin retorted.

“Was I?” Y/N questioned, and she sat down next to Jeongin without his permission. “I forgot that we were getting new neighbors.”

“They’ve been moving in all week,” Jeongin said, and he maybe he was really bad at disguising the longing in his tone because Y/N turned to him with a grin.

“How long have you been watching them?”

“Not long,” Jeongin tried to defend himself, but Y/N could always see right through him.

“Do you want to come with me?” Y/N asked. “We can welcome them to the neighborhood.”

“Uh, I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” Jeongin said, and he anxiously fiddled with the hem of his shorts.

“Why not?”

“They seem really busy,” Jeongin said, but Y/N wasn’t having any of his excuses.

“Come on,” she said while pulling on his arm, and Jeongin was forced to reveal the real reason why he wanted to remain incognito.

“I can’t,” he said, looking up at Y/N with wide, brown eyes. “I’m kinda embarrassed because I might have a crush on Lily.”

“Oh, Lily,” Y/N cooed, and Jeongin just shook his head at her teasing. “You should introduce yourself.”

“I'm not sure about that,” Jeongin insisted. “Her older brother...he used to bully me in school.”

“You mean that kid who Changbin threatened?” Y/N laughed, but Jeongin couldn’t find anything remotely funny about the situation. 

And the sound of Y/N’s laughter must’ve been louder than Jeongin thought because someone else had entered the room to pinpoint the excitement.

“Changbin did what now?” 

Jeongin flinched when he noticed Sara walking into the living room with a curious smile. Her shift must’ve ended early, which meant that she was home just in time to overhear the embarrassing conversation that he was having with Y/N.

“When Jeongin was younger,” Y/N quickly explained. “This kid always messed with him at school, but Changbin totally embarrassed the other kid in front of their classmates.”

“Really?” Sara grinned. “That doesn’t surprise me.”

“But Jeongin has a crush on our neighbor,” Y/N said, and Jeongin grumbled when she ruffled his hair. “Her name is Lily.”

“Jeongin!” Sara gasped.

“It’s not a big deal,” he protested, even while Sara was forcing him to stumble behind her on the way out the door.

“They’re working in the yard,” Sara remarked, glancing over in the direction of the house next door. “Let’s go say hello.”

But what if Jisung came out?!

And even though Jeongin was adamantly opposed to this scheme, Y/N and Sara were shameless, and Jeongin was already blushing when Sara tugged on his hand and led them closer to the unfamiliar figures working in the front yard.

“Hi, there,” Sara said, and she paused in front of them on the sidewalk. 

Yet, Jeongin still hesitated because they had managed to attract the attention of everyone working in the yard, including Lily who looked between them with a curious expression. “We live next door,” Y/N helpfully contributed, and one of the older boys dusted off his hands before walking across the lawn to greet them.

“I thought I recognized you,” he said, and Jeongin shifted from where he was standing next to Y/N and Sara. “We’ve been busy, but it’s nice to finally have a chance to talk.”

Sara smiled at him in return. “I’m Sara, and this is Y/N and Jeongin.”

“You all came to visit!” the second boy exclaimed. “That’s a lot of people.”

“Like we’re ones to talk,” the first remarked. “I’m Taeyong, and this is my younger brother, Jaemin.”

“Our sister is working over there,” Jaemin said, and Jeongin had no problem turning his attention to Lily who was cautiously approaching them.

But the oldest brothers weren’t as cautious, and Taeyong immediately launched himself into some kind of conversation concerning the weather. And while Y/N and Sara laughed at whatever he was saying, Jeongin couldn’t find it in himself to turn away from Lily’s bright green eyes.

In fact, Jeongin was still focused on Lily when he heard the sound of Changbin’s voice. “What’s going on over here?” Changbin asked, and he joined their little gathering with Minho close behind.

“We were making introductions,” Sara replied. “This is Taeyong and Jaemin.”

“Nice to meet you,” Changbin replied gruffly, tugging on Sara’s hand and forcing her to stand close to his side.

Jeongin frowned because Changbin was being incredibly brash, and Lily might not like him as much if his older brother was rude to hers. But Taeyong simply laughed at the exchange, holding out his hand for Changbin to accept. “We should’ve introduced ourselves properly, but it’s been chaotic trying to move in all week.”

“Understandable,” Y/N said, and she giggled when Jaemin winked in her direction.

“Right,” Minho spoke up, and he wrapped an arm around Y/N’s waist as he glared at Jaemin.

“You’re all welcome to come inside,” Taeyong offered. “Refreshments included.”

“Sure!”

“I don’t know about that....”

Changbin and Sara exchanged quick glances when they realized that their thoughts were completely opposed. But Taeyong laughed through the tension, and continued to insist that he could entertain everyone. And Jeongin didn’t hesitate to take advantage of this opportunity, allowing himself to smile at Lily as they stood outside together on the front porch.

Jeongin was satisfied to see that everything was going well, and Y/N and Sara were doing a good job of keeping the conversation going. They asked Taeyong and Jeamin questions about the plans they had for their home, and what they were most excited to experience in their new town. And for the most part, Jeongin quietly contributed when he was brought into the discussion, but he was also enjoying the silent conversation that he was having with Lily - simple glances in one another’s direction and bright smiles that warmed his heart.

“Jisung, you should come join us,” Taeyong said, and Jeongin’s smile vanished when he recognized that name, turning around to watch his former enemy walk down the stairs.

Although Jisung was much older than he had been in grade school, he still had the same characteristic features that reminded Jeongin of their past together. And he must’ve recognized Jeongin as well because he found himself on the receiving end of a hostile glare. 

“What’s going on?” Park Jisung asked as he stepped into the room.

“We’re talking to our new neighbors,” Taeyong explained. “They had some good advice on renovation ideas.”

“But you’re home is already so beautiful,” Y/N said, and Jaemin smiled and leaned in close despite Minho’s frown.

“It’s not much,” Taeyong said. “But we make it work.”

“I agree with Y/N,” Sara added, smacking Changbin’s hand away from where it had moved further up her thigh. “It’s incredible.”

“Thank you,” Taeyong said, and he appeared amused for some reason. “Do you all live together?”

“Yes,” Changbin inserted, and he sat forward on the couch. “We share the house next door.”

“Its comfortable that way,” Minho agreed.

“Isn’t that too many people?” Jaemin asked, and he shuddered as if he couldn’t imagine living in their situation.

“It works for us,” Changbin insisted, and he pouted when Sara pulled back on his arm and encouraged him to relax.

Meanwhile, Jeongin shifted uncomfortably under the penetrative stare of Jisung from where he sat across the room. Because even if Changbin and the others hadn’t recognized him, Jeongin was very much aware of his presence.

But he also found himself distracted when Lily suddenly moved closer to him, whispering into Jeongin’s ear. “You want to see something cool?” Lily asked, and Jeongin found himself nodding enthusiastically. “Let’s go outside.”

“Okay,” Jeongin managed to whisper back, and he waited until everyone was laughing again before sneaking out with Lily through the side door.

Thankfully, it was much quieter outside, and Jeongin followed Lily as she led him to the backyard with a warm smile. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you,” she said, and Jeongin gasped because he was deeply honored.

“We used to be classmates,” Jeongin said. “A long time ago.”

“I remember,” Lily said, and Jeongin was delighted to know that she recognized him. 

“I didn’t think you would,” Jeongin admitted, and he paused next to Lily when she pointed at something high above them in a tree.

“What do you think?” Lily asked, and Jeongin admired the tiny bird feeder. “I made it myself.”

“I like it,” Jeongin said, and he took a deep breath while turning around to look at her before he lost his confidence. “I like you too.”

Lily giggled at the confession, and Jeongin was nothing short of endeared. And he wondered if this was how Minho had won Y/N’s heart? Or, maybe Changbin was more likely to declare such blatant emotion. And what about Chan and Lisa who were still discovering their relationship?

But maybe Jeongin just needed to stand out on his own, and he questioned whether or not it might be too early to kiss her?

“Oh, look,” Lily said with a laugh. “My brother came out!”

Jeongin swallowed hard when he turned around because he was sort of hoping that it might be Jaemin or Taeyong. But, of course, it was neither of them, and Jeongin watched Jisung grow closer while debating if it was too cowardly to suddenly jump the fence back onto his own property?

“Hey,” Jisung said, tucking his hands into his pockets. “I guess you recognize me.”

Jeongin nodded, and then he realized that maybe he should’ve played ignorant instead. But it was too late to reconsider, and he held his breath when Jisung moved in closer. “I’m sorry for the way I used to be,” Jisung said, and he shocked Jeongin so much that he actually took a step back. “I was really mean to you in school, and your brother had every right to put me in my place.”

“Oh...” Jeongin managed, and he looked between Lily and Jisung with rapid jerks of his head. “It’s alright...”

“No,” Jisung said. “It’s really not.”

“Jisung still has a lot to learn,” Lily suddenly remarked. “But I hope he won’t change how you feel about me.”

Jeongin quickly shook his head to reassure her because what kind of man would he be if he let someone’s sibling decide his opinion of them? It wasn’t fair to Lily, and Jeongin understood that more than anything else. Plus, he was genuinely grateful to hear an apology from Jisung, even if it might take a while to heal wounds from the past after this long.

“Thank you,” Jeongin said, and Jisung nodded before he was walking back in the direction of the house.

Meanwhile, Lily had reached down for his hand, and Jeongin was worried that his heart would leap right out of his chest. “I like you a lot too,” Lily said, and Jeongin had never heard anything sweeter than those words.

#skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz drabbles #stray kids drabbles #stray kids jeongin #stray kids in #yang jeongin fanfic #yang jeongin fluff #mostlycompetent #requested

[infinitegalahad]

I’ll Make A Man Out Of You (Ch.1)

Summary: To save your ailing brother from the war, you disguise yourself as a man to fight in the war. There you met Eugene Roe, a Cajun medic. The two of you grow close to each other, but at what cost? A story of bravery, the harshness of war, bravery, friendship, and love.

Word Count: 10.1k

Warnings: N/a

A/N: I do NOT know how the hell I wrote this and how it turned out this long. What started as a dream escalated into a google doc of 10k words. I apologize in advance; this is my first BoB fic and not beta-read. I decided to show some good old love for my Eugene boy by not doing my schoolwork and writing this mess. I hope to finish this fic by the end of the year (or month even). The other chapters won't be as long. Hope you Enjoy! ;)

It all started with a damned flyer.

Your thumb played with the scrunched edge. In bolded blue and the red letters it read,

"I want YOU for The U.S. Army. Enlist NOW!"

Uncle Sam, an American figure, pointed in your face. A small smile appeared on your face as it reminded you of your twin brother, Jack.

-----

You'll never forget the day of December 7th. Your mother had woken you and your brother up. Pearl Harbor had just been bombed. Even when the world felt like it was falling apart, your parents sent you to school. Jack and his friends wouldn't shut up about it. Every class you had, whether it was physics or Algebra two, talked about the bombings. America didn't intervene in the war with Europe. One of the girls in your Algebra class Nancy, was talking with her clique.

"There's no way they can do it!" A girl cried, "They can't send our men over!"

Nancy twirled a pencil in her fingers, "They can! The Japs declared war on us. My brothers are too young, but I'm sure my dad's gonna enlist. Every man has gotta do so."

Nancy had a point. It was so bizarre to you that the war had come to your shores now. You knew once you got home, your parents wouldn't stop talking about the war. After all, it was history in the making. The bell had rung, and you grabbed your books, heading out the door to meet up with Jack and his friends. Your twin brother and you were close to anything in the world. Jack was your best friend. Sure, at times, he could be a doofus, but he was everything to you. The two of you were only inseparable. You and Jack met up in the hallway, along with his friends Frank and Harry. Frank and Harry couldn't shut up about how excited they were to fight the Japanese. Frank said he was gonna make sure to bring his swiss blade with him, just in case.

The minute you walked out of the school building, posters were being shoved into your face. It was all too much to take in at once. Men dressed in green uniforms flooded the school and town. Picking up the posters, you noticed that they were drafting signs in colorful colors. They ranged, saying, "Want Action? Join the U.S. Marine Corps" or "Smack 'Em Down! Fly High With The U.S. Marines". Pearl Harbor had been bombed only eight hours ago, and draft posters were already in your small town. Jack dragged you back home as you ran into the house. Your father and mother, who were usually keeping the cows milked and crops growing, were glued to the small T.V. screen. Your father had left a newspaper on the couch. Reading the headline, your heart dropped.

"U.S. DECLARES WAR ON JAPAN"

Not even a day had gone by, and now there was a war and an apparent draft.

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A week had gone by, and your little town in Vermont had gone wild. All of the boys and young men in the city were currently enlisting left and right. It was the non-stop talk. The boys raved about the pacific and killed Hitler while the girls cried, scared they wouldn't get married after high school. Just like anyone else, the war made your anxiety rise.

Jack and you were both born with Polio. Thankfully your Polio hadn't been severe, and with years of therapy, you had managed to live somewhat everyday life. On the other hand, Jack wasn't the luckiest. Polio had taken his teenage years away from him. Two years ago, he had to stop playing all sports and start using a cane. He was like an old man stuck in an eighteen-year old's body. Polio refused to bring down his spirits. As a child, Jack had been fascinated with war. Your father was a war hero himself. Jack felt like it was his duty to carry the family legacy. Even with protest, Jack was enlisted and was set to be drafted.

As each day went on, the fights between Jack and your parents escalated. Jack's Polio was getting worse each year. He tried to walk with his brace instead of a cane, which ended miserably. It pained Jack since all he wanted to do was fight., but there was no way he couldn't. He would make it to training camp and probably hurt himself in the process. As his sister and closest friend, you couldn't let him do this to himself.

Jack kicked the door open with his cane as he walked down the dirt path. He had just gotten into another fight with your parents, but it was worse. More yelling, crying, and anger. You followed after him, trailing behind him.

"Jack, please," You begged on the verge of tears yourself, "Listen to them! Dad says, you won't last!"

"I don't care what that man has to say," He barked back as he continued to walk faster, "I'm goin'. Every man has to fight for our country. Dad's too old to go. I ain't havin' those krauts rome around."

It was either Jack or your ailing father. Your father was a hard worker but was slowing down with age. He would die within the next few years, and the last thing you wanted for him was to die a cruel and brutal death.

You walked up to his back and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back. "You'll die!"

"WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH?" His voice rang as he pushed you back with his cane. Jack was too aggressive, causing you to fall onto the dirt ground. You could feel the scraps and blood form on the palms of your hands. "YOU'RE A WOMAN! YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THIS! YOUR SUPPOSE TO GET MARRIED AND HAVE KIDS! JUST LET ME DIE FIGHTING FOR OUR COUNTRY!"

It had hit Jack like a slap in the face. He had not only yelled but just pushed his best friend to the ground like a bully. Tears formed at your eyes as you bit your lip, crawling back. Regret was plastered on his face as he walked forward. You didn't bother to listen to him as you crawled back, running back into the house.

Your mother stood on the porch, opening her arms for comfort. The last thing you wanted to do was talk to people. Covering your eyes, you ran into the house and up the stairs to your bedroom. The door slammed behind you as tears streamed down your face.

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For hours you sat on your bed, looking out at the Vermont night. The moon shined bright as the stars twinkle over the sky. The trees rustled the leaves as Fall transitioned into Winter. Outside of the window, you could hear the conversation that happened with your parents and brother. Instead of a fight, it was a calm conversation. Jack still held his ground. At this point, he had been begging to fight. Your mother protested, but your father shook his head and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him and saying, "Good luck, soldier." Jack walked back into the house. He stood at your door and contemplated apologizing but returned to his room.

Your poor mother stood there with her hands covering her face, sobbing. Your father tried to console her in the act of kindness, but she simply shrugged him off and ran into the house. He simply stood there with his arms by his side in defeat. Your family was being torn apart.

Forcing yourself to get out of bed, you walked to light a candle in your darkroom. Upon lighting it, it exposed all of the nostalgia from your childhood when you were simply a little girl. All the trophies, the signed baseball, jewelry handed down from your mother, and photos. Photos of your family. Pictures of you were your father on a tractor, your 6th birthday when you and your brother threw a pie at each other, and the most recent photo of you and your brother, arm in arm, at a football game. Picking it up, a small formed of your face. The thought of losing him and your father drove you mad. Your father had raised you like a son; learning how your bills, shoot a gun, and so much more. As much as your mother hated it, your father accepted that you weren't the girl that was gonna get married.

A small tear dropped onto the photo. It scrunched up in your hands as your thoughts began to race. You were anxious and apprehensive; it seemed like a reach. Like a plot out of a movie. Your family and friends had told you how you looked like the female version of Jack. You were Jack, but just with long hair. Your mother never let you cut it, saying it was so beautiful. You pulled your hair back and looked in the mirror to see yourself with short hair.

You were Jack.

You were independent and fiery.

No man was going to control your life.

-----

Herbert Sobel was one of the worst people you had ever met in your life.

He was brutal and cold. There wasn't a day that went by without him screaming at a trainee. He was infamous for taking away weekend passes and forcing the whole company to run Curahee. One creased pant or slouched shoulders and boom-weekend pass revoked. Curahee occurred three times a week and made the entire company muscled and sore. The only good thing about Sobel was George Luz's jokes. Your bed was placed right next to his. As you would hide under the covers, he would always crack a fantastic impression of him. The whole company would conceal their laughter.

"Private Y/l/n, have you been blousing your trousers over your boots like a paratrooper?" Sobel walked in front of you, towering over your smaller frame.

Standing tall with your weapon in your hand, "No, sir."

"Then explain the creases at the bottom,"

"No excuse, sir,"

"Volunteering for the parachute infantry is one thing, Y/l/n, but you've got a long way to prove that you belong here," Sobel walked ahead to go ruin someone's else day. "Your weekend pass has been revoked."

Your grasp tightened on your gun as you bit your lip. Anger ran in your hands, but one wrong move, and it would all be over. Last week, Sobel had taken your weekend pass as well.

But by far, you were positive Sobel hated you the most.

The first time you ran Curahee, you were the last person. Your average was about thirty minutes. You weren't as quick as Perconte or muscled as Bull. Sure, you had been the top runner on your cross country team, but Curahee was definitely a challenge. You were a short and scrawny teenage girl disguised as a boy.

Crawling up the dirt hill, you ran up and touched the stone. Sobel stood there with disgust on his face.

"Y/l/n," He spat, looking down at the timer. It was read thirty-two minutes, "Last as usual. Six miles back."

You ran back down the hill. Sweat ran down your face as your sticky clothes stuck to your body. The P.T. uniform for runs was a risk. It showed most of your skin and was unfortunately tight. The bandages wrapped around your chest, pained your chest and back. As much you wanted to stop, Sobel was watching you from a distance. You pushed forward as you saw the camp in the distance, the hot Georgia sun setting into the orange sky.

-----

It was another training day. You and the easy company men piled out of your shitty dormitory and lined up against the lawn. In front of you were a tall tree and an arrow on top. Everyone speculated to what it could be. Even the smart Dick Winters couldn't figure it out. Perconte predicted it was "one hell of an exercise," and which he was right.

Sobel had instructed each member of the easy company to climb up the pillar and archive the arrow. It was like a climbing Curahee. Every single person. Even the training medics had to participate.

To make it even harder, Sobel stated that every climber would have to hold two kettlebells. Everybody held back their groans. Bull was the first to go and fell right on his ass. The next was Leibgott, who tried to wrap them around and jump up, but also tumbled down. Each man took a turn, but who all fail miserably. If you failed, you would be forced to rerun Curahee and additional insulting comments from Sobel.

Leibgott held his ass as he walked by you. You made eye-contact with him as he threw the weights into your arms.

"What are you lookin' at, boney?"

Not wanting to fight, you wrapped the ribbon's weights around your hands and pushed yourself up. It felt bulky and uncomfortable as you tried to climb. You ended up like a lot of members in easy company, falling flat on your ass. Not even ten seconds, and you had failed.

"Y/l/n, your the most pathetic and spineless paratrooper I've ever seen," He hissed. Snapping out of the pain, you pushed yourself up and began to run towards the infamous hill. You were smart and knew the drill. How the hell were you going to make it?

-----

Not only were you Sobel punching bag, but seemingly the whole company. You knew people hated you when the infamous George Luz would make an impression of you. He and friends would snick at it, with Bull telling them all to shut up. In the first few weeks in training, you observed the company and how they interacted. Growing up, you were a tomboy who spent most of your time with your brother and his friends. They treated like you were one of the boys and no different from them. Playful punches, snarky remarks, and not taking daily showers seemed to be the norm. You had talked to a few members and was friendly with some but not with others.

Following your brother and his actions, you approached Liebgott and playfully punched him in the shoulder as a greeting. It turned out Liebgott didn't like people, especially you. Him, Toye, and Guarnere (his nickname made you smirk) looked at you with daggers in your eyes. You already knew what was coming. You stepped back and shut your eyes tight, praying it would pass it.

The next thing you knew, you were in the infamy with a developing black eye. Liebgott was lanky and small but certainly packed a punch. Sobel had broken up the fight, took another weekend pass away, and another run-up Curahee. As you were escorted out, Luz joked that you were Sobel's favorite punching bag. That man was painfully right.

A nurse came back and gave you an icepack. She told you that Liebgott had punched you so hard that your eye was going to be swollen shut for the next few days. Liebgott really did hate you. The nurse gave you an icepack and said she would grab some medication to help with the pain. You sat there as you held up the icepack to your battered eye. A sigh escaped your lips as you gently shook your legs backward.

How the hell were you going to get through this? You didn't know if you could make it another year. Whatever you touched died, whether it be people or your dignity. Sobel and the whole entire company hated you. Even if you wanted to give up, you couldn't. You were doing this for your brother and father. Honor your father, who fought an unimaginable war. Be the man he wanted you to be.

A loud and frustrated sigh interrupted your thoughts. Looking up, you noticed a man throw down a bandage. The dummy beneath him was covered in countless rolls of bandages. He sat back and leaned onto a pole, putting his hands on his face.

You squeezed the icepack in your hands as water dripped all over your hands. You knew Sobel's wrath all too well. Being frustrated and not knowing what the next step was. It reminded you of history class. Someone would get frustrated with reading or word, and you'd scot next to them, offering help. You considered yourself a person who kept to themselves. All the girls in your grade would get invited to parties and sleepovers, but you never did. You felt like nobody noticed you existed. Whenever you spoke or did anything out of your comfort zone, it caused chaos. You felt like a spectre in the crowd. Nobody ever noticed you.

Pushing yourself from the hard rock bed, you walked into the other room and bent down to the dummy. The training medic revealed his face. His face was red, sweaty, and stressed. He didn't speak any word as your y/e/c met with his dark blue eyes. The Georgia sun was beginning to set, and a light shined on his eyes, making them appear royal blue. His eyes reminded you of the lake behind your house. In the summers, you and your brother would sneak to the lake at sunset, hitting you with nostalgia. You relaxed your shoulders, feeling content for the first time in a year.

You held up a bandage, asking in a soft voice, "You want help?"

The blue-eyed man nodded in response. He fixed his posture and leaned forward to watch your demonstration. He had pink skin and thick black hair. His jaw was sharp, looking like it could give a papercut. Your mother was a retired veterinarian. Before you enrolled in school, your mother brought you to her workplace. Your little mind somehow remembered everything from her job.

You weren't the best at conversation, feeling frightened to talk considering all of your horrible experiences. "Um, you put the gauze here," You explained with a low voice as you held the gauze down and wrapped the bandage from top to bottom. Once the two pieces met in the middle, you grabbed them tightly and knotted them. "Tie it like a shoelace, tight but not suffocating tight."

He followed your every move and replicated it on the other arm. Whatever you had done, it had worked. Your hands moved quickly, making it seem so simple/ He struggled to hold the gauze down as he tied. You aided him by holding the gauze down as he finished knotting. His hand brushed up against yours. His cheeks grew red as he looked down, focusing on the task. There was definitely room for improvement, but it worked.

You looked up at him with a subtle smile on your face, "Looks better."

"Thanks," He rubbed the back of his neck. His accent was thick. It took you a second to decipher what he had just said. Whatever his accent was sounded southern. The closer you were to him, he looked familiar, but you couldn't put the finger on him.

There was a peaceful silence before you broke it, "What's your name?"

"Eugene, you?"

"Y/n," You replied as the empty bandage rolled slid between your fingers. That wasn't really your name, it was your brothers, but it had grown onto you.

Eugene's eyes scanned your body as his cheeks grew heated. He had been having a horrible day with the Georgia heat and lack of nurses available. He thought choosing a job as a medic would be easy since he was agile, but it proved to be a task. The only medical training he had was from boy scouts, and he hadn't attended a meeting in years.

A smile curved on his lips, and looked at you, "Y/n," He repeated your name. Something was soothing about his accent. He reminded you of an iceberg, slowly melting. "What happened to your eye?"

"I got punched by Leibgott," You nodded your head. Eugene was the first person that treated you like a human. He didn't make fun of you, and It was refreshing. He didn't laugh or make a mean remark. All he did was sit there and listen.

A nurse popped her head into the room and gave you the pain medication. She told you that Sobel needed you back at training. You looked out the window and saw the easy company men climbing up the tree and all failing.

You stood up and swallowed the meds. Before you left, you looked back and waved to Eugene. "Bye, Eugene."

He seemed caught off guard and tilted his head up, "Bye, y/n."

For the time in a year, you felt like you could actually breathe and smile. Smile about Eugene's smile.

-----

From that day forward, Eugene had become your friend. You returned to the infirmary and stumbled upon him. What started off with helping him become a better medic formed into a friendship. Eugene was the only person you felt comfortable with within the whole camp. Sure, Dick Winters and Bull treated you with kindness, but he treated you like a human being with Eugene.

The two of you would share cigarettes, stolen chocolate, and thousands of little stories. Eugene wasn't a man of many words. He was someone who observed. Whenever you ranted, even if it was about the dumbest thing, he could sit and listen. It turned out Eugene lived in your bunk. The man was silent as a mouse and, like you, kept to himself. Unlike you, he avoided trouble. Somehow, you always ended up in it.

Eugene helped you with your black eye. He offered you a bunch of little tricks on how to make it better. Eugene used his hands a lot and usually held a compress to your face as you relaxed. He gave you some anti-swelling medication along with some fruits he snuck that apparently helped "heal" the pain.

"Jack, where you from?" He asked you one night. The two of you couldn't sleep. George Luz was a horrible bunkmate and couldn't resist snoring. Eugene had tip-toed to your bed and held up a pack of cigarettes. The two of you made gestures that only you and Eugene understood. Slipping out of bed, the two of you ran behind the camp to smoke. You laid right next to Eugene as cigarettes hung from your lips, looking into the stary sky.

Typically, you initiated a lot of the conversation. But tonight, it was different. Eugene turned his body over to you, watching his every move. He wasn't much older than you, about two years. He hated when you smoked, feeling guilty that he had gotten you on such a bad habit. You grew up with parents who smoked, so it wasn't anything new. Cigarettes calmed your anxiety.

"Vermont. Stowe, it's near the Candian border," You said as a smoke puff escaped your mouth, "You?"

"Louisiana. Bayou Chene, you know it?"

"No idea," You chuckled as you threw your finished cigarette to the side. You scrambled through your pocket and placed a cigarette in your mouth but couldn't find your damned lighter. You probably left it at your bunk.

Eugene scooted closer. It took you back as you tuned your face towards his. His face leaned into yours as the tip of your cigarettes caressed. Eugene's cigarette light you as smoke emerged from your mouth. Your faces were so close as his dark blue eyes burned into your soul. At first, Eugene seemed distant. You thought he hated you because everyone did. But to the best of ability, he proved that he didn't hate you. He was like a shy plant that you were watering. Each day Eugene blossomed as you got to know him more. Your cheeks grew as your fingers grasped against the grass. You could get lost in Eugene's big blue eyes. Swim into oblivion and never come back.

No, you couldn't. You were Private y/n y/l/n, not y/n.

You let out a fake cough, and Eugene noticed, backing up to the spot he once was in. You laid as a cigarette dragged on your lips, looking at the starry sky. Eugene was the only person that treated you with kindness. You could let your guard down in front of him. Your voice was soft whenever you were around him, relaxed shoulders, and your daily serotonin simply being delivered by his mere presence. His Cajun accent made you weak. You could listen to it for hours on end; it was like a sweet lullaby. It seemed like you two had found something in each other that you seemingly couldn't find with the rest of the company.

Eugene had turned his head to look back at you and see how relaxed you were. He was at a loss for words. Seeing you calm made him calm. He had seen you cry, run, and almost every emotion in such a short amount of time. Eugene considered himself to be a loner, but what he felt was his friend.

"Vermont's got a lot of snow, doesn't it?"

You turned and met with his face once again, smiling, "Lots of it in the winter."

"I've never seen it before, 's tew hot down there." Eugene mumbled, "I hate the heat."

"You should come to Stowe, y' know, after the kraut's surrender," You offered as you took the cigarette out of your mouth and waved it around. "I'll take you skiing."

It was a forward move, but Eugene was your friend, after all. Nothing more than just a friend. He tilted his head, "I can't ski 'doe."

"I'll teach you. You'll see how fun it is," You explained, shifting yourself up as you put your chin in your palm. The stars twinkled in Eugene's eyes.

"Ok?"

"Ok."

Eugene grabbed your hand, and you shook it back. His much larger hand-squeezed yours before sliding away. It took you by surprise. Before Sobel could take out another weekend pass, the two of you ushered back to the camp.

It was a deal.

-----

Sobel had once again decided to ruin the company's day by calling them back into the dorm. Nobody knew exactly why, which made the whole situation even worse. Piling into the dorm, Sobel stood in front of your bed, revealing a big bloodstain. He questioned all of the men on it before you came forward and admitted it was you. The makeshift pad you had made apparently didn't work.

"Give me a good reason to why you bled the bed, Private y/l/n," Sobel demanded as he stood in front of you.

Your eyes looked at the bed as you scrambled to find a good excuse. Of course, your period had to act up today. Your hands rested on your back as your fingers fiddled with each other.

"I had a scab on my leg, and I picked it in the night, sir." You muttered low, not wanting the other men to hear.

Sobel knew what you said, but after all, you were his punching back.

"Private, repeat yourself. Louder this time."

"I had a scab on the back of my leg, and I was picking at it, sir." You repeated, louder. Some of the men held back their snickers. You knew Liebgott was getting a kick out of this. Eugene looked at the stain and then you, pity in his big blue eyes.

Sobel walked past you, "Private y/l/n, do you wet the bed at night?"

Sobel's face looked so punchable at the moment. These men held in their laughter as you tried to find your words to respond. What was a good excuse for your period? Your father always taught you to be honest (even though you had been lying for a whole year).

"I...did, sir." You admitted.

Sobel huffed under his breath, "This isn't sleepaway camp. You will run up Curahee, and I expect to see you up there in fifteen minutes. In gear."

Not only did you have to run in 90-degree weather, but in heavy gear that made you look like a child in pajamas. The rest of the men piled out of the dorm for dinner. Perconte gave you a sympathetic look. He always seemed to do that whenever Sobel had tortured you once more. The last person who left the room, Eugene looked at you. You didn't even need to speak; his eyes screamed pity. Eugene knew you didn't pee the bed.

-----

You had run Curahee thousands of times, but today it had been hell. It was hot and sticky, the sun was setting, and you had heavy (and smelly) gear dragging you down. The rifle that hanged from your hands was dragging you down, and your whole body was aching with pain. The only thing you wanted to do in the world was punch Sobel's stupid nose off and sob. You had cried silently but hadn't sobbed. You were never alone in this company. You weren't sure how much longer you would be able to last. You felt alone, scared, and a pathetic excuse for a paratrooper.  

Footsteps rumbled behind you. They got louder as you could eventually hear the clanging of dog tags. Stopping your sniffling, you turned to your right and saw Eugene. It was starting to get dark and humid outside, so you assumed it was a hallucination, but it wasn't. Eugene was right next to you, dressed in all his gear as he ran right beside you.

"Shit, Gene?" You said, caught off guard by his sudden appearance.

"Hey 'dere y/n," He replied, looking up and down your body. He saw your physical and emotional exhaustion, "You doin' okay?"

Emotions made you seem weak, and everybody perceived you as soft. Subtly sniffling, you turned and stored your sadness away once more. "Yeah, 'm fine," You quirked an eyebrow, "Now what in the hell are you doin' here?"

As Eugene ran beside you, his shoulder bumped against yours a little. It was a minor detail that made your cheeks grow red, "Thought you'd like some company... y' know since we're a company."

A small snort escaped your mouth as you guys ran. Did he run through hell just for you? No one that really ever done that before. Eugene and you had grown so close to each other in such a short amount of time. It was the little things that proved Eugene was your friend. "Gene, Sobel's gonna take away your weekend pass,"

"'S not like I got anythin' better to be doin' with my time," Eugene said as sweat dripped down his face. His helmet was too big for his head and tilted. "Rather be with you 'den anythin' else."

Right then in there, you would've dropped to the ground. You had to be hallucinating. With the heat and impending night, your head was spinning right now. Maybe Eugene was too friendly, or perhaps he was flirting with you. Whenever you were about to cry in your sleep, a thought of Eugene would pop up. A smile would appear on your face. Just thinking about seeing him, bringing you a small dose of serotonin.

"Even if it means running through hell and having Sobel scream in your face?"

Eugene looked and you and nodded. He was a true friend, loyal, and kind.

You laughed as the two of you turned the corner. Sobel was on top of the dreadful hill, squinting his eyes as he saw you and Eugene. Sobel usually looked unhappy, but he was prepared to give you and Eugene another standoffish remark.

You groaned under your breath at Sobel's far presence, "You sure you wanted to do this?"

"'S worth it, y/n." Eugene said, "Rather be 'ere."

Those words stuck with you the three miles up and the three miles down.

-----

Once you arrived back at camp, the sun had already gone down. It was already eight. On your run down, you had fallen. It was caused by your cramps and dehydration. Eugene practically dragged (and somewhat carried) you back to camp. Sobel was not impressed whatsoever. The men of the easy company saw you being removed to the infirmary. The nurses kept a close eye on you and shoved water down your throat.

One of them gave you a pat on the back and told you to return to the dormitory. You were exhausted as you walked outside into the night. All you wanted to do was crawl into that stonecold bed and doze off about Eugene.

"Private y/l/n," A familiar voice called. You turned and straightened your position. There Sobel stood, looking angered at your presence, as usual.

"Sir," Is all you could respond with. Sobel had triggered your flight or fight response.

"I'm concerned with your wellbeing in the camp," Sobel began to explain. Whatever he was going to say, you knew it wasn't good, "You've been with easy company for almost a year now, and you've shown little to no change. Your disobedient, spineless, and unable to complete simple tasks. I firmly believe you will not ever be prepared for combat,"

"Permission to speak, sir," You tried not to interrupt him.

"Denied, I'm not finished," He coldly spoke, "You're unsuited for the rage of war. I would not trust you with a man, let alone a weapon. You don't belong in easy company, or any company for that matter. You're done here."

Words were unfathomable. A year of pure pain, and it was all for nothing. You were a soldier and couldn't act out of line. All you could do was stand there and hold in your tears and anger.

"Your father was a commander y/f/n y/l/n, correct?"

"Yes, sir," You said, low as words choked in your throat. Your father was a commander in world war one. He was a short-order than you and had a position similar to Sobel's. Like your brother, he was unwell to fight. He was aging and slowing down every day.

"I would trust Captain y/ln in combat, but not private y/l/n," He sneered with venom in his voice. He began to walk past you, "Go home, you're through."

He had stabbed your heart. You looked like a disappointment in front of him and your father. Sobel had proved that you were nothing but useless. You simply stood there as you relaxed your shoulders, feeling a small tear stream down your cheek. As much as tears begged to come out of you're eyes, you couldn't let them bring you down. Looking inside, Eugene was right there. He had seen and heard everything Sobel had said. Typically Eugene looked emotionless, but his face felt your pain. All you did at that moment was turn your heel and walk back.

"Voleunting for the parachute infantry is one thing, Y/l/n, but you've got a long way to prove that you belong here."

"Y/l/n, you're the most pathetic and spineless paratrooper I've ever seen,"

"Go home; you're through."

"You don't belong in easy company, or any company for that matter. You're done here."

All Sobel saw you were is disobedient, spineless, and unable to complete simple tasks. It was his words and not yours. They filled you with rage, frustration, and dejection. Within the past year, you had proven you were nothing but a fool. Maybe it was for the better. You wouldn't even trust yourself in combat. Sobel had made sure you hated yourself even more than you already did. If you weren't a good housewife, then there was no way in hell you were going to be a paratrooper.

Walking back to the dorm, you noticed that damned pillar. It reached high into the sky, reflecting the moonlight. The drill, even though nobody could do it, was still used by Sobel. Months had gone by, and no man in the company had been able to climb it. With the heat and weights, it was near impossible. Regardless, Sobel still tortured the company. What the hell did it even have to do with being a paratrooper.

Almost every time, you fell right on your ass with Sobel screaming in your ear and Liebgott snickering. But you were alone with your thoughts running through your head. Sobel's words that left a permeant mark on you. It was like a dark vein had wrapped around your limbs, dragging you into the ground as you struggled to fight. All you wanted to do was give up and succumb to the darkness you knew all too well.

But you weren't going to succumb tonight or ever.

You grabbed the kettlebells and jumped on the pole, only to fall onto your butt again. It hurt, and you were tired, but the pure rage was driving you. You would push yourself back up, and no matter how many times you well, you repeated. You weren't going to be considered weak and pushed away. All you knew at the moment was that you weren't going to leave this camp without a fight.

After hundreds of times of falling, you noticed a small detail. The kettlebells weighed the same and were meant to drag you down. But if you wrapped your whole body around the pole and simply pushed like your life had depended on it, then maybe it could work. Perhaps you could rub the fact that you weren't disobedient or spineless to Sobel.

Stepping back and running towards the pillar, you jumped up and wrapped your arms and legs around it. You slipped but yourself up. It was an uncomfortable position, but you had just made progress. The weights were dragging you down, but all you do was fight and push like your life had depended on it.

Dawn was arriving as the sky turned into a pinkish-blue hue. The sun slowly came over the hills as it shined upon the camp. Sobel wanted men at the crack of drawn. They had woken up to you halfway through climbing up Sobel's most challenging task. Most of them were in shock, considering that it had been out of all of the people, you. he one that George Luz had labeled as "Sobel's Punching Bag." Not Spiers or Winters, but you.

"Can you believe what I'm seeing?" Luz looked up, crossing his arms.

"Sobel beat them up, I bet money," Perconte said.

"Maybe Bones finally gained some muscle from all that damn runnin," Toye added.

"You idiots, it's none of 'dat." Guarnere interrupted, frustrated at his friends, "It's crack, for sure."

All the men in easy company looked at Guarnere, horrified, and confused. Guarnere didn't know why they all looked so shocked. He was confident he was right.

"Oh, come on, you kidding me?" Liebgott smirked as he looked at you climb. You were halfway there but slipping down. "Bones can't make it through Curahee through dyin, watch 'em fall, and break 'dere back."

Winters, being the mature one, had started cheering like an enthusiastic dad at a football. He knew there was some hidden talent in you. Slowly, all of the men began to cheer and whistle, even Liebgott. You noticed their cheers as you pulled up. The sun was starting to blind you, but it wasn't time to give you. A few more pushes, and you would be at the top.

Eugene had seen you storm out. He could feel your pain from a mile away. Seeing a small tear stream down your cheek made him feel human again. Toccoa had ripped his emotions away from you. You were the only thing that reminded him that there was right in the world. Not wanting to interrupt you, Eugene watched you from a distance. The way you screamed in frustration and fell. He knew it was creepy, but he had been cheering on for you. When you had managed to begin climbing, he smiled—a genuine, happy smile.

"allez, poussez juste…" Eugene muttered as he fidgeted with his fingers. You were so close to defeating Sobel's challenge.

Eugene knew you could do it.

There you sat, looking down at all the men who cheered you on. The breeze flew through your short hair, which was slowly starting to grow out. You smiled as you looked down, waving to all the men causing a commotion. It was like a miracle had happened.

Sobel had heard all of the commotions and walked back to the camp. Much to his surprise, he saw you, sitting on top of the pilar as you waved down to the men. You were like a god on a pedestal waving to your followers. That's not what you viewed yourself as, but you felt respected for once. Heck, even Liebgott cheered for you. You saw Eugene and smiled at him, giving him a small wave. He waved back, a smile on his face as well.

Maybe you were cut out to be a paratrooper.

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It was like a rebirth had occurred. No longer were you the weak link of the chain. It took time, but you rose above your piers and gained their respect. Sobel, impressed and shocked, had given you a second chance. You proved to him and your company that you were worthy of being a paratrooper. Sobel was still horrible to you, but it didn't matter. Whatever he threw at you, you and the company would complete it. No matter the runs up Curahee or twelve-mile marches, easy company persisted.

Jumping out of a moving plane, you and the company were officially paratroopers. After almost two years of living hell, you had somehow managed to do it. You had no idea how you did, but you had done it. Maybe it was Eugene's silent encouragement or the company's respect, or even Sobel's nasty remarks.

You were a paratrooper now. You hoped your father was proud of you.

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The night of the jump, the company had discovered a lake behind Camp Toccoa. You and Eugene had known about it for years, considering it your safe haven. You would even travel there yourself to take a dip in the lake where you were y/n, not Jack. It was another humid night in Georgia, so a nice drop wouldn't hurt. As long as you kept yourself hidden, you considered it to be safe.

Throwing off your gear, you took a dive into the water. It was cold but refreshed your body. You laid on your back as you shut your eyes, enjoying the water rush against your body. The only visible part of your body was your head and toes. There you could wash your body and be alone, away from all the discord. You washed your body and hair, feeling clean for the first time in a long time. Instead of smelling like dirt, you smelt like vanilla. Being a man had its perks but also its cons. You didn't even want to get started on male hygiene. Eugene would have been excellent company, but it was too risque. Two years into training, and the last thing you needed was your identity being discovered. Being a man took time to adapt to. You thought since you had hung out with your brother and his friends, it wouldn't be challenging, but you had been proven wrong. But there was no point in looking at the past. Now the men treated you like one. Even Liebgott respected you. He called you by your name instead of "Bones." It was the bare necessities, but it felt nice to be treated somewhat like a person.

The peace had been interrupted by a wave drowning your face. Freaking out, your body flipped as you turned your head to find the commotion. In the distance were a few easy company men diving into the water and swimming close to your location. Mentally cursing, you began to swim back to your area and get the hell out of there.

"Hey! Jack Rabbit!" A deep and rough voice Philly voice called. It was none other than the infamous Guarnere. Instead of Bones, your new nickname was Jack Rabbit. It was because you were fast in the line of action.

Turning around, you saw Liebgott, Webster, Toye, Guarnere, and Luz. They were all butt naked and proud. It made you cringe instead. Two years living with guys, and you still refused to be around them, nude.

You flashed a smile and waved as your head was the only thing that emerged from the water. "Um..hey guys! I didn't even know you were here!"

Liebgott, Luz, and Webster all had their eyes on you, like prey on a predator. Guarnere and Toye could be anywhere. Their glares, which were meant to be friendly, burned into your soul. It made you feel uncomfortable. The water felt like it was on fire. Your only priority was to get out.

"So now I'm clean, and I'm gonna go" You flashed a smile as you waved, kicking quickly under the water, "Bye!"

"Oh, come on!" Liebgott said as he saw on his back right next to you. A leaf thankful covered up his privates. He was less than an inch away from you. You descended into the water as your hands wrapped around your chest.

"I know I punched ya', and was mean to ya'-"

Webster interrupted as he laid on his back, looking at the sky, "Practically harassed and assaulted Jack Rabbit until he-"

"Shut ya' trap, college boy," Liebgott turned around and flicked water in Webster's face to disrupt his peaceful mediation, "Anyways, listen, I know we're all to jerks to you before, but let's start over."

He was right up your face as he held out his hand, a dumb smirk on his face, "Joe Liebgott."

You let out a nervous chuckle and shook his hand briefly, "Nice to meet ya…"

As you backed up in the water, you ran right into George Luz, who looked as jolly as ever. Even in the water, he still had a cigarette in his mouth, "George Luz, but you can call me Luz."

"Will do, Luz!" You had to go. Your heart rate was gonna drag you into the bottom of your lake.

"And I am Guarnere," A raspy voice called. You all looked up to see a naked (and confident) Guarnere stand on a rock, a full display of his genitalia. Your cheeks flushed red as your hand hid from the grotesque view, "King of the rock! And 'deres nothin' you girls can do about it!"

Toye happened to be on the rock and pushed Guarnere, knocking a block off his big ego. He sighed as he stood on the rock, his member also loud and proud in the night. "I think Jack Rabbit's already been traumatized enough tonight,"

"You call 'Ol Gonorrhea king of the rock?" Luz snorted as his arm wrapped around your shoulder, "I think me and Jack Rabbit can take you up that offer!"

Sliding under Luz, you began to swim away as you said, "I actually really don't wanna take up that offer."

'Oh, come on!" Luz swam close to you as he grabbed your arm, dragging you back, "Don't be such a gi-ow! Something just bit me!"

All you needed was a good excuse, "Must've been a..um...water snake!"

Luz turned to you, horror on his face. "Snake? SNAKE?" He screeched like a little girl, along with all of the other men as they swam for the rock. Toye looked at all of them, disappointment in their faces. Guarnere put on a stern face and claimed nothing in the water much to everyone's hysteria. It was your chance to escape. Swimming to the nearest (and most secluded) part of the land, you crawled out of the water and hid by a shrub. Once their voices began to disappear, you let out a sigh of relief.

"I never wanna see a naked man ever again…" You groaned as the imagine haunted your break. That was certainly a close call. Shaking them out, you looked around. Wherever you had swum to was unfamiliar, full of shrubs and twigs. The moonlight illuminated the lake as the stars twinkled in the sky. You were freezing and wanted to put your clothes back on now that you actually smelled decent for the first time in a while. Not having any cover meant walking back in with thorns scraping against your thigh. After that experience, you did not want to ever experience that again or see Guarnere brag about his member's size.

You began to recognize the area where you had left all of your gear. There were no voices or noises except for grasshoppers' sounds, and the wind brustling against the trees. The coast seemed clear.

Stepping out of the bush, your eyes saw your clothes on the rock. Shaking a few leaves from your hair, you let out a relieved sigh as you walked to the rock, not aware that someone had been watching you.

Picking up a towel, you noticed a figure in the corner of your eye. It seemed like a flash. As your head turned to look, the towel dropped from your hands as your heart dropped into your stomach.

It was Eugene.

He had seen you nude. Your breasts and female part-everything. He was just in much as a shock as you were. Both of you were frozen in place. Eugene's cheeks and nose flustered red as he looked down at your body. It had been a long time since he had seen a woman. He knew he shouldn't have looked, but it was so much to take in at once. It came as a shock to him and you.

You threw up your hands, at a loss of words, "Wait, I can explain...all of this!"

"Y-you're...a girl," Eugene murmured. He seemed shocked but not mortified.

As you created a mental response, Eugene and you heard the rumbling of a jeep. It was none other than Sobel. He most likely found out the company ditched camp to go swim in the lake, resulting in everyone losing their weekend pass. You could see the jeep in the distance park right beside a rock that hid you and Eugene. The door to the jeep slammed shut, signaling that Sobel was on a mission to bust whoever was at the lake.

You were naked, a woman, and frozen in fear. This all had to be some nightmare.

"'ere, c'mon," Eugene walked over and grabbed your hand, pulling you into a shrub. There was not a lot of room, so you were practically sitting on Eugene. It was an awkward and uncomfortable situation considering that you were butt naked. Your legs peered out of the bush, and Eugene gently grabbed your waist, pulling you back, so you were completely hidden.

It was too dark to see anything, but you could hear footsteps and Sobel yell at the men in the lake. You could listen to the splashing of water, and Sobel grabbed something (you assumed your clothes) and storming back into his jeep. Once it jumpstarted, you let out a sigh of relief, but you weren't in the clear still. Your body had melted into Eugene's, his hand on your waist and chest. His breath was heavy against your neck. He hadn't smelt something good in weeks, familiar with the smell of dirt—your buzzed hair smelt like lavender and your body, vanilla. Not to mention your y/s/c skin was glossy and smooth.

Eugene's calloused hand rested not too far from your breast. It weighed on it, right next to your nipple. Once you realized, you were in absolute horror.

The next thing Eugene knew was that he had your foot kicked into his face as he tumbled out of the bush. You stood there were your hands wrapped around your chest, mortified and embarrassed.

"You Pervert!" You snarled, stepping back. Sobel had taken your clothes as you cursed. Just when things seemed like they were going good, they were all going down. "I trusted you, and this is what happens? You stalk me and grab my chest and…" A disgusted groan escaped your lip.s You couldn't even finish your sentence without wanting to throw up.

Eugene crawled back to rock as he wiped the blood trickling from his nose. He rose his eyebrows and shook his head, "No, 'dats not why I came, Jack. I came because-"

"Because you wanted to see me naked?"

"No, I…" The Cajun looked embarrassed to admit it. Letting out a massive sign, he pushed himself to stand. A bruise was already forming on his nose, "Saw all 'da boys headin' to the lake. The one we discovered before any of 'dem did. I was tryin' to look for you, but you weren't 'dere, so I came 'ere and... you're a woman."

The heat grew on your cheeks. You didn't have any clothes and felt exposed. You were too embarrassed to see Eugene was blushing himself.

Eugene had known you for two whole years and felt like he knew almost everything about you, but this hit him like a train. He was feeling so many emotions at once; surprise, disbelief, and amazement. Something about this situation made his heart jitter. He had no idea how to describe it. Seeing you so vulnerable and shivering caused him to slowly walk over and take off his olive green chore jacket, throwing aside over your shoulder.

You backed up, startled. You had gone two years without anyone knowing; now it was over. A small thank you escaped your lips as you pulled the other jacket around it. It was huge on your body and just smelled like Eugene. You now felt horrible. He was too much of a kind person to want to grope you. In fact, he had saved you from being discovered.

"Why'd you come here?" You asked as you pulled the jacket tighter to your body.

He hesitated to respond as he rubbed the back of his neck but eventually let loose. "Because I wanted to find you. Not to discover...y'know. Thought you'd be 'ere."

"I'm sorry about punching you; I thought you…"

"Sobel was gonna see your legs; I didn't want him to see you."

You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at Eugene. If It had been any other soldier, you were sure they would turn you in. But with Eugene, it seemed like he wanted to help you. "Wait...but...why?"

"Well, you were naked...and a woman. Plus, it's Sobel," Eugene explained. He did have a point with Sobel.

Eugene didn't fully answer your question. "But why did you really hide me? You could've just sent me home".

"Why would I wanna ever do that?" Eugene perplexed, "Listen, y/n, for two years, you hid as a man. You trained, and now you're a paratrooper and Imma medic. I don't know how the hell you pulled it off, but you did. When I first saw you, there was...somethin' off. You were the tinier 'den all of them. When I saw the stain on your bed...I figured it out. I can't believe it's true…"

A huff escaped your lips, and you buried your hands in your face, "That means they all know…"

"Y/n, no offense…but 'dose guys don't have a brain to notice 'dat you were a girl. They would only believe you if you showed them you were. Guess I'm 'da only one who knows."

"How else could you tell I was a girl?" You were intrigued that Eugene knew. Half of the company men were so distracted that they most likely didn't bother about your appearance, except when Liebgott would make fun of you for being the smallest person in the company.

"Well... you're a kind person."

You removed your hands from your face, perplexed by his answer. He saw your confusion and proceeded to explain.

"You're one of the nicest and most empathetic people in the company. 'Dat's kinda how I figured. War is a brutal place. 'Da whole company is full of men who cheat, steal, and lie. But you y/n, ain't nothin like that. You're a good and strong person who cares 'bout other people. A gift from GodGod."

You smiled as your cheeks turned pink. Eugene's words were raw and the truth.

"But you know...it's over for me." You sighed as you began to walk past him, "I'm in the doghouse now."

Eugene grabbed your hand, causing you to stop. He looked at you with his big blue eyes. He didn't even need to speak words as his eyes burned into your soul. Eugene made your body weak as the tension left your body. He gave your hand a little squeeze.

"No, let me help you."

"With what?"

"Being a man," Eugene said, "I'll help you with whatever you need. Bandages, binders, products for y' know...you. If you wanna pass without worryin', then let me 'elp you. Please."

You liked the idea of it but yearned for why Eugene desperately wanted to help you. "Why do you wanna help a woman?"

"It ain't 'cause you're a woman; it's because you're a fighter. Two years of training, and you finally are a Paratrooper. I don't wanna let all your hard work go to waste," He replied, "Plus, I'd miss havin' you 'round."

You shook your head as you chuckled. Eugene was serious but lighthearted, in which he was only around you. The two of you were so vulnerable around each other, letting downsides you would never let the world see. He subtle smiled as you let go of his hand.

"Why'd you do it?"

The two of you walked in the dark forest, side by side. You began to talk about your long journey to where you stood. "My brother had Polio, and my dad was too old. I didn't wanna see them get hurt...so I took my brother's place."

"That's what angels do, y' know? That's very brave," Eugene complimented.

He kept referring to you as an angel, and you couldn't tell if it was subtle flirting or him just being nice to you. You bumped into his shoulder, smiling, "I don't consider it brave. I just wanted to make sure they were ok."

Eugene looked up at the sky and then at you. Looking at you made him feel at ease. He could stare at you for hours on end.

"You gotta promise me somethin' tho'."

Your full attention was on him, waiting to spill.

"Promise me you won't get hurt or do anythin' dumb. Stay by me when you can. I just... I don't know if I could handle you getting hurt," Eugene admitted as his voice croaked. You were the last person he wanted to lose. The one real person that he cared deeply about.

"I'll try, but please…" You squeezed the rim of his jacket, "Don't treat me any differently because I'm a woman. I'm a man to you, and nothing different. Can you promise me that, Gene?"

You stood there and held out your hand to shake on it. Eugene stopped walking and noticed. His mind was racing with thoughts. So many ideas were going through his head. It had already been a night full of surprises. But if you wished it, it was his command. Eugene's hand once again met with yours as you firmly shook hands. The two of you continued walking as Eugene looked down at you, not knowing what to say once again. But the two had created a language that you would only understand.

"Ok?" Eugene cooed in his thick drawl.

You looked at him and nodded with reassurance, "Ok."

"What's your real name, by the way? Not your brother's name, but your name."

"Y/n." You said. You hadn't said that in years.

"Y/n, y/n…" Eugene repeated your name under his breath. It was different, and he liked others. He knew it was his job not to grow close to you, but it was becoming harder now that you were a woman and his closest friend. But he snapped out of his worry and smiled down at you. "Nice to meet you, y/n."

"Nice to meet you as well, Gene."

Eugene and you walked back to camp. He had gotten you a fresh pair of clothes, and the two of you sat outside of the medical center, sharing a pack of cigarettes as you watched the sunrise into the Toccoa sky. You and Eugene agreed to make it seem like this was a normal situation, and nothing had changed. But now that Eugene knew about the real y/n, everything had changed.

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Soul Bound Chapter 3: Scrying of the Soul

Amity squinted at the blinding light of the chandelier above her head as she woke up. Her head was foggy and she couldn’t make out anything at all around her. She took a moment to rub her eyes before taking a moment again to bring everything into focus. She was in her room again, exactly the way she left it.

The green-haired witch took a second to mull through her head. She tried to pull out memories, but the fog was too dense to even walk through, let alone see any of what was in front of her. She took in another breath and relaxed her shoulders. She unclenched her jaw as her mind started to clear just enough to where she could see the memories; her mother, her head, the note. She knows about Luz. She didn’t know what her mother would do to her, but Amity knew it wasn’t good.

She opened her eyes again and immediately rushed over to her door. Locked. Amity cursed under her breath. She knew that the door itself only locked from the inside, so if she couldn’t use her key to get the door open, then the door had to be magically sealed. She drew a magic circle and a key appeared in her hand. She took the key to the lock and it didn’t budge.

Amity dispelled the key and looked out her window which hung over a 2 story drop. She practically almost vomited in her throat as she looked down the edge of the windowsill and into the courtyard that was now overcast with the shadow of night. Amity summoned her scroll and looked for the only name she could think to call at the moment.

Luz woke up groggily as the scroll buzzed in her pocket. She felt a sharp pain stinging in her side. She was sure that she broke something, or at least something was broken before. She shouldered through the pain as she went to pull out the laminated glyph. She was relieved that now she was able to contact her friends in a way other than raven or crystal ball now, considering that Amity helped her figure out how to summon a scroll via glyph. If someone wanted to talk to her, it would rumble in her pocket, waiting for her to answer. It worked just like a smart phone back on Earth and she wouldn’t be happier for it. It activated in her hand as she moved it up to her face. She noted the time; 10pm. She had been asleep for almost eight hours.

Luz grimaced through the sharp pang in her lung as she shifted her weight on the couch and rolled over on her other side. She looked at the message that popped up on her notifications first. It was from Amity.

Hey, Luz? Do you want to meet me at the library so we can help each other on the whole song writing thing? I think I want to give it a shot.

The human looked at the scroll with a mix of excitement and confusion. She shot a message back to her. The rapid thumping of the “keyboard” shot through her arm and into her side and she winced in pain. That didn’t exactly stop her.

I would love to, but isn’t the library closed at this time?

I can take care of that. I just need to be somewhere other than here at the moment if that’s okay?

I gotcha. I’ll meet you when I can. I’ve had quite a rough day myself.

Amity read the last message once she was done changing into her everyday outfit and hoped to the half-deceased body that made up the Boiling Isles that everything would be alright with her. She pocketed the scroll and opened the window as wide as she possibly could. She swung her foot over the windowsill and twirled her finger to summon an abomination on the side of the building. The cold night air embraced the witch as she lowered herself onto the purple muck before commanding it in a whisper to lower her to the ground.

“Hey, Mittens!”

Amity started at the sound of her siblings that she almost fell over.

“Sneaking out of your room, that is so unlike you. What’s the occasion? Can we come?”

Amity scoffed, “It’s none of your business. I just need to get away from Mom for a bit.”

“Exactly why we want to come,” Emira replied. “She’s kinda been in a tizzy ever since she came home today. Do you know what that’s about?”

Amity sighed in frustration. “Fine, you can come. I’ll explain to you guys on the way, can you guys just keep it quiet!”

“As a mouse.” Emira winked at her sister, pinching her fingers together.

“Though,” Edric interjected, “Do you know how we can probably get down?”

Emira scoffed at him before twirling her finger in the air, drawing a circle and summoning butterfly wings for the both of them. Edric wanted to complain, but as long as he got out of the house in one piece, he didn’t mind. Amity waved them on to get going as they jumped out of the window from their own room and they all maneuvered past the other open windows in an attempt to remain hidden.

They could practically hear the doors to Amity’s room swinging open as they went down and some unintelligible shouting. That didn’t matter to them now. They left it all behind them as they raced on towards the Bonesbourough Library.

~~~

Luz sat on the stoop in front of the library as she waited for Amity to arrive. Leaving the Owl House was much easier than she expected once she woke up from Amity’s messages. Eda had left a note on the kitchen table saying that she had gone out to get something at the Night Market, though something in her gut told her that it might be a lie. Whatever she was doing, she just hoped that her mentor would be safe. Luckily the pain in her side that was still burning when she got up had subsided and ended up feeling like a small bruise compared to what was there before. She still couldn’t help but wince whenever she moved that side of her body. If she knew any healing glyphs, then she definitely would have used them on her way here. She thought maybe if she were to work with Viney the next time they met in a lab next time, maybe she could inspect what healing project they would be working on and copy a healing glyph that might appear there. Though, that would be a lot harder than it looked and almost as impossible as the plant glyph. A challenge like that won’t stop her, though.

She looked out into the night and reminisced on the first night that she stood here. That night really showed Luz a different side of Amity. Before, she saw her as a bully who feels like she has to be on top of everything. Even then, she wanted to reach out to her to at least try and be her friend. But, with Edric and Emira in the picture, she saw that she had bullies of her own to deal with. Luz could only imagine what kind of antics could go on at home and she worried over her.

“Hey, Luz!”

She didn’t expect to hear the sound of the twins approaching her, let alone see them right in her face. She toppled over right as she saw them and just laid there for a moment before processing what even happened.

“Heyyyy, guyyys. I didn’t expect to see you here.” Luz sat up cross-legged and tucked her fist under her chin as she looked at the twins; her cheeks flush from embarrassment. She tried desperately to hide the pain that she still felt, but to no avail. Amity pushed through her siblings and offered the human a hand.

“Yeah, they weren’t supposed to be here.” Amity picked Luz off of the ground and noted the smell of fresh detergent overlaid with something sweet and flowery. She remembered that Luz noted before, a flower called Lavender back on Earth was one of her favorite scents. Her mind was getting off topic, she had to focus. “They asked to come because they also wanted to get away from Mom for a bit.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen her that pissed off before, and after hearing what Mittens, here, did, I completely understand.” Emira shot a cocky grin at her little sister, “Never thought you’d have the guts.”

“Whoa, whoa wait. What happened?” Luz’s head was spinning. Everything was happening so quickly that she didn’t know what to think or how to process all this new information.

Amity sighed. “Look, let’s just get inside and I’ll explain everything.”

She gestured over to their siblings. Edric walked over and produced a piece of parchment similar to the one that they had when they were with Luz the last time. He held it up to the lock and they all watched as the parchment turned to embers and ashes before them. The lock contorted before doubling and tripling in size, inviting the teenagers into the library. He gave Amity a nudge before saying “Looks like you’re one of us now, Mittens.”

Amity’s brow furrowed as she watched her brother strut inside the enormous keyhole followed by her sister as her dark green braid trailed behind her. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Luz with a small, reassuring smile on her face. She couldn’t help but return the gesture as her shoulders relaxed and her heart lifted out of her chest. She took in a deep breath as she ran her fingers through her brown roots and took her hair tie off, leaving her hair to fall out of the half-ponytail that she almost always kept it in. It felt freeing for her, almost in a symbolic sort of way. She took the hand of the human who she noticed also had her face red in her cheeks as she looked entranced at the sight of the new Amity. She couldn’t help but giggle a little bit before cocking her head towards the door.

“Let’s go.”

~~~

Edalyn Clawthorne was never past ending someone’s life when it came to extreme measures, but the absolute raw energy of her rage was only let out this much once before, when Lilith kidnapped Luz, threatening her life just to get her to join the Emperor’s Coven. Really to get petrified, but Lilith didn’t know that at the time. She didn’t need to hear all of what Luz needed to say to understand exactly what was going on. Whoever this Almade was, he was a liar and a manipulator. She was used to those kinds of people, to scamming others out of their snails and other people attempting to scam her. But this was a different breed. He wanted something from her kid to the point of almost beating her to death. And he had the gall. No. He had the audacity to lie to her and try to pass off as a decent unassuming professor. She wanted answers, but that didn’t matter to her. What was first and foremost on her plate was to see this man’s head on a pike.

The Owl Lady wandered the streets of Bonesbourough, through the back alleys as to not arouse suspicion of the Emperor’s Coven guards that lined the majority of the populated streets ever since the failed petrification. They only really seemed to be focused on finding her, or her beast form, rather, than actually keeping the peace. It was almost like a twisted version of those nomads who once served as Animal Control, except when those guys were there to actually do their jobs and protect the lives of others when called. These guys are only focused, seemingly, on putting her down. They were bastards, the lot of them. All part of a system so hell bent on controlling others. Part of a system so hell bent on controlling her.

She scaled a nearby trellis on the side of the alleyway and used it to lift herself up to the rooftop overlooking the small city. She could almost see the skull of the Titan overlooking the library. She took in a deep breath. It had been so long since she had done anything like this. It was too risky to use Owlbert, her staff, to fly over the rooftops. So, she had to be careful as she hopped from rooftop to rooftop, only using her staff to fly over particularly large gaps whenever the guards weren’t looking in her general direction.

She went around the perimeter in search of the man like a tiger circling her prey. Each rooftop she landed on, she made sure to remain vigilant. She was sure she saw a shadowy figure looming over in the distance on top of the library. She blinked again to make sure she wasn’t just seeing things and it disappeared. She didn’t care if she was just seeing things or not. She was only focused on what was in front of her. She tapped her staff on the ground and Owlbert woke up cooing in her ear. The owl palisman remained groggy, but understood what needed to be done as his eyes glowed a bright yellow. Eda swung her leg over the staff and it launched her across the entire length of the city. The guards nearby took note of the loud sound that came from where she launched and rushed over to investigate.

The Owl Lady swooped in and perched herself on top of one of the library’s spires, jerking her head back and forth as she searched for her target. She made sure to keep her feet firm against the rough deep green shingles as she avoided the moonlight that reflected off of the round stained glass window.

“Funny, that I find you here.”

Eda whipped around and swung her staff at Almade, who flinched before he got the wind knocked out of him and was sent flying into one of the flatter parts of the roof with a loud crack. He groaned in pain as he struggled to lift himself up.

“Funny, indeed! I was just going to say the same thing about you.”

The man laughed as he got up, ignoring the pain rushing through him and the blood that poured out of his mouth.

“What are you even doing here anyway? Are you here to find your child and scold her for leaving the house when she’s been clearly injured? Are you going to punish her? Lock her up in some infernal dungeon in the depths of that wretched house of yours?”

“Ha! You are clearly projecting something. But no, I would never do that to my Luz. You were the one that almost killed her, so I did the most logical thing a mother should do. I’ve come here for your head.”

Almade’s hand dripped with blood as he slammed it firmly on the ground. A golden light radiated from him as the brick and concrete cracked and crumbled, forming a large, stony abomination.

“Then come and take it.”

~~~

Luz felt a rumble outside of the library. Did the Boiling Isles ever have thunderstorms? Earthquakes? She didn’t know, but whatever it was, her legs started to go numb. She wasn’t sure if it was because her injury had been spread throughout more than just her side or if what’s outside scared her that much. Her heart raced as she went over to Amity’s side.

“Do you know what’s happening out there?”

Amity shivered as she gripped on the human’s arm as tightly as she could.

“I have no idea.”

“So, what happened between you and your mom?”

Amity stopped for a second. She never even thought about telling her that the fact that she was in love with the human was the reason that her mother went ballistic. That and telling her off wasn’t exactly the best idea either. She felt a chill run up her spine as she gathered how to even tell Luz what happened. Would she even tell her that she even had a crush on her? No, she can’t tell her that just yet. As much as she wanted to, now is the absolute worst time to tell her. She’s already processing a lot already.

“The long and short of it is my mother got after me for something and I ended up snapping at her.”

“Wait what? You yelled at your own mother?!”

“Tch, yeah. I’m honestly surprised she didn’t kill me right away after that happened considering how Ed and Em described her rampage.”

“I could only imagine.”

“But I wouldn’t know. She kept me under a sleep spell afterwards and locked me in my room.” Amity clenched Luz’s arm a little bit tighter. Tears started to well up in her eyes. “I don’t even want to know what she had planned for me after that.”

To Amity’s surprise, she was enveloped in the warmest hug that she ever experienced. Her heart began to race as she processed for a moment what was happening.

“You’re safe now. That’s all you need to know.”

Tears streaked down Amity’s cheeks as she buried her face into the human’s shoulder. It took everything that she had not to impulsively kiss her. She wrapped her arms tight around Luz.

“Okay, ow ow ow, that’s my bad rib.”

“Oh,” Amity pulled away from her. Her face felt even hotter than before that she was sure that her tears would have evaporated. “Sorry, that’s my bad.”

“Hey, love birds!” Edric called out, “We’re gonna look around and find something to do! Good luck!”

“We’re not-!” Amity growled. “Just go!”

“Alright alright, we should leave them alone.” Emira chided her brother. “See ya around, cuties!”

Amity’s face couldn’t be redder than it was right now, but she didn’t know if it was due to the embarrassment or how angry she was at the twins. Good thing she didn’t tell them about her crush on Luz either or they would have picked on her a lot harder than they already did. Though, it did make her wonder if she was being that obvious.

“Whaaat was that about?”

“NOTHING!” Amity said that louder than she intended and cleared her throat. “It’s-it’s nothing.” She let out a sigh.

“So what happened after you got out?” Amity asked. “You said that your day wasn’t that great either.”

“Yeah, Almade kinda went crazy. He chased me around with a treelike abomination of all things. It nearly killed me.”

Amity’s eyes widened. “Come again?”

“You know, treelike! Like he took the dirt and roots of a tree and it made an abomination like GRRAWRRRR!”

“No-no I know what you mean by that, but are you sure that it was an abomination and not just plant magic?”

“Well, it had eyes and it followed commands and everything. I saw Almade using nonverbal commands to control it and he was somehow using glyphs against me. Ones that I haven’t even seen before. They seemed to be made of some cardstock or something stiff because I know all my glyphs were either ruined or smudged in my bag. Probably not the best idea, to be completely fair. I should have a better way to carry those next time.”

“Were his glyphs gilded?”

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“We’ve got a book to read!”

~~~

Eda slammed an ice glyph on top of the abomination’s head. The creature groaned as its head was being engulfed by the crystallized water. It jerked around trying to throw the older witch off of her balance. She jumped off and slammed the brunt end of her staff into the monster’s head, shattering it to bits. The abomination fell over and crumpled into a pile of rubble and dust. She was surprised at how heavily enforced the building was if it could make an abomination of that size.

“So what’s your deal anyway? You infiltrate Hexside and pose as a teacher. You wait until my Luz is alone and you just up and attack her? Don’t ya think that’s rushing the game a little bit?”

“It doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that the job gets done, then I’ll be free from my own control. Luz is using you, Edalyn.”

“Yeah! To help learn magic, and even then she goes to school anyway. Kid wouldn’t even hurt a fly unless I or anybody else she loved was in danger.” She snorted.

“That’s not what I’m getting at. She’s using you as a proxy, trying to become a better witch so that she could have the human world invade The Boiling Isles. Why else would she run into such a lowly criminal and ask for help?”

Eda slammed her staff into his neck at such a speed that he was sure that she could have broken it with that blow if it weren’t for his manacle.

“Don’t you ever talk about my child like that!” The Owl Lady hissed, “It’s one thing to even try to kill her or – whatever you were going to do – but, it’s another thing to even try to gaslight me into thinking a stupid lie like that!”

She slapped a fire glyph on his stomach and jumped to the side as his tunic burst into flames. Almade writhed around in agony as he ripped and tossed his tunic off of him, revealing all the other burn marks and grafts adorning his body. He looked at Eda with a pure rage before falling over, his illusion passing through the roof of the library.

Eda cursed under her breath as she summoned her scroll to call the house. She let it ring for a moment before Lilith picked up.

“Oh my Titan, Edalyn! I was so worried for you!”

“Can it, sis! Have you checked to see if Luz was alright?”

“Uhhh, I was actually about to call you about that.”

“About what?”

“Luz left to see Amity at the library, apparently she was having a bad day as well and she wanted to comfort her.”

Eda sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Luz, what would I do without you and your big, dumb heart? Luckily, I’m at the library right now. I’ll call you and tell you if anything happens.”

“Just be careful. He could be anywhere.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, he just tricked me with an illusion! Cheap bastard took advantage of my rage.”

“Well, I could have told you that.”

“Buzz off.”

Eda hung up the scroll and looked down to find a bunch of Emperor’s Coven guards surrounding the area. This wasn’t looking too good at all.

~~~

Amity remembered only being in the forbidden section of the library once or twice when she was locked in before, mainly due to her curiosity, but also because she really didn’t have much else to do. The Emperor’s Coven deemed these books banned from every other resident of the Isles to read aside from the ones that were the highest up the ladder in the Coven like Lilith or the infamous Kikimora. She was actually surprised that they kept all of their criminal files in here of everybody they sent into the Conformitorium, even the ones that were thrown in there for childish or mundane reasons. It really didn’t take a lot at all to get thrown in there on the Isles. She remembered Luz told her once that she and King got thrown in there just by ignoring the “Don’t Step on the Grass” sign and called the attention of a guard. It was actually pretty funny how easily you could set them off like that, considering how harmless the guards themselves are. Though, one book in particular always stood out to her, but she never did take note of the author before now. It was a recent edition after all. It arrived just shortly after King’s whole book publishing fiasco.

It was a book bound in purple leather and a black cloth stretched around the spine. The edges of the pages and the engravings in the leather were all lined with gold leaf and the headband was as intricately sewn as possible. The writing on the spine read “The Scrying of the Soul by Robert Almade”.

Just seeing the author’s name now made Amity’s stomach turn. Of course he would write and bind a book this beautiful and this horrifying all at the same time. Although it may be worth it to check out, it wasn’t what she was looking for. She searched through the various files as Luz went to pick it up. Amity pulled out a file that read “Almade” and flipped it open. She cringed at the various pictures that were laid out in front of her and brushed them aside, but kept the ones in view of various glyphs that he either carved out on the walls or drew in his own blood. A mug shot taken of him revealed that there were no grafts or burn marks of any kind. He looked pale and famished. The color and fullness had been taken away from his cheeks and the look on his face read remorse. Not anger. Not sadness. Remorse. Almost as if he was apologizing to someone for the actions he did, his eyes begging for him not to be punished. Amity remembered wearing the same look on multiple occasions whenever her mother would scold her for whatever arbitrary reason and sometimes even dragging her father into it. Most times, he would remain reluctant to join in, but he wouldn’t dare upset her. It was almost like she scared her more than he was allowed to care about his own daughter. Amity skimmed through some of the headlines and pointed out one that stood out to her.

“Here! LOCAL WILD WITCH DESTROYS HIS HOME, KILLED HIS FATHER AFTERWARDS.”

“Oh wow! That is dark! Gimme!” Luz said, making little grabby hands.

Amity stifled a laugh.

Quit being cute, you goofball. Someday, I swear it’ll kill me.

She continued reading. “Robert Almade, aged 24, as of last night had destroyed his own home. Witnesses say that Almade emerged from the wreckage with multiple cards adorning his body, all with gilded runes that nobody else has seen the likes of before.”

“That must be the glyphs!” Luz butted in. She thought about it for a moment. She always thought that she was the one to rediscover glyphs after many in the isles had rendered it a lost art due to how the evolution of bile sacs in a witch’s body made it useless. There must be a reason that Almade was using them because he could use magic like any normal witch by summoning abominations. Was this limited somehow?

“Luz, uhhh, there’s more to this.” Amity told her. “After he rose, he carved another one of these runes on his palm and grabbed the body of his father with it. There was a glowing light and then nothing left. Zeil collapsed on the ground, seemingly dead. The witness walked closer before seeing the body reanimate itself with a purple glaze overshadowing its eyes. They called this creature a Husk. It then stared directly at the witness before he darted off in the opposite direction. They ended up calling this person a ‘Soulomancer’. Almade was apprehended not long after and taken to the Conformitorium, scheduled for a burning.” Amity shuddered as she read that last sentence.

Luz looked at the date of the article. “Uhh, Amity, this article was dated 3 weeks ago. This is insanely recent.”

She flipped the page to find another article. “Oh, Dios Mio.”

ESCAPED! THE WILD WITCH DUBBED “THE SOULOMANCER” ESCAPED HIS BURNING!

Luz grabbed at her neck. She was so glad that she wasn’t turned into one of those Husks. She looked down at the book that she carried and noted all the love and detail put into the binding. She was going to find out how to get away from him. She could survive, but she didn’t know how. If she hadn’t been revived by Eda and Lilith, she would have been a goner. But why did it have to be her? Why her of all people? Did he have a grudge against humans or is it all just wanton bloodlust? He seemed to lash out at her more during her lessons with him, so the former is definitely still on the table. She tucked the book under her arm.

“I’m gonna go on ahead and check out this book that he wrote. If there’s anything that could help us out, it’d be in here.” Luz reached her hand out towards Amity. The witch replied with a smile and accepted it.

“Right, let’s head to the hideout.”

Amity’s secret hideout in the library wasn’t too much of a secret anymore, considering Luz as well as her siblings all knew about it. As long as they don’t spill it to anyone, like Ed and Em did to Luz when they met her, then it’ll be alright. She was actually surprised that the librarians themselves didn’t even know about it. Amity pulled on the book that acted as a lever and Luz immediately jumped on one of the bean bags that Amity had recently set up in the room when it came to the two of them actually hanging out in here. The human pulled the book out of her arm and started to read.

The witch smiled as she saw her crush at work, focused on the task at hand. She walked inside before closing the door behind her. She couldn’t help but feel a chill up her spine as she closed it, but paid it no mind.

“This is crazy, Ams!” Luz said as she pointed to a page on the book. “Look, right here says that these symbols are what make up the glyph system on the Isles! He must have really studied this kind of thing hard.”

Amity looked over the human’s shoulder. She was right. The page before her was laid out with a lot of specific shapes, most of them looking like the runes that they used on the Isles today for their native language, Arshoya. That language had almost been lost to their tongue today under Belos’ rule when he started to put the English language under the curriculum at their schools, but for whatever reason, maybe because it was easier, they had them keep the writing system.

“You know, it’s funny.” Luz pointed out. “Your guys’ runes on the Isles look scarily enough like alchemic symbols on Earth.”

“Wait, alca-what now?”

“Alchemy. It was this crazy study of magic or turning lead into gold or something developed back on Earth.”

“Wait a minute, I thought humans can’t perform magic.”

“Well, they can’t now, but I don’t think that’s ever stopped them from at least trying in the past. After all, these symbols exist. Look, this one-” She pointed at a circle with a dot in the middle of it. “-represents the Sun in Alchemy. At least, that’s the only symbol that I know. But it’s the same symbol that is used on my fire glyph.”

As she said that, she produced a card that wasn’t crumpled from her bag and drew her fire glyph just to demonstrate before quickly shoving it back into her pocket, hoping not to accidentally activate it.

“Wait, I don’t understand, that could just be coincidence. You can’t be too sure that our runes could be a shortcut or reference or whatever to design your glyphs.”

“It’s not designing. I’m learning from the island around me, at least and I’ll use whatever reference I’ve got.” She sighed as she stared at the book. The human looked back to Amity’s golden eyes. “And plus, it’s worth a shot.”

The witch could see the soft determination in Luz’s face, one that radiated of her characteristic hopeful outlook on life. Luz, her little light.

Someone knocked on the bookcase and Amity groaned as she got up. This was seriously the last time that Edric and Emira would pick on her in a moment like this. She went to slide the door open.

“You know guys, I am really getting tired of you guys picking on me, so why don’t you mind your own business!”

But it wasn’t her siblings. It wasn’t either of them at all.

~~~

Edric and Emira sprinted down the various book shelves as they raced over to the direction of the hideout. Neither of them heard Amity scream that loudly before and they knew that she wasn’t just excited. They leaped down the balcony, summoning illusions to soften their fall. Once they finally reached the hideout, shock spread through both of their faces.

Amity’s body lay on the ground before them, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Luz scrambled backwards with her eyes wide and bloodshot and her mouth agape. Almade’s book was thrown across the room with its pages spread wide open.

“What did you do?” Edric asked softly with a fire behind his voice.

“I-I don’t – I didn’t-.”

“LUZ!” He grabbed the collar of her hoodie as he lifted her up off the ground. Tears trailed down his face. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SISTER?”

It wasn’t long before Luz started bursting into tears as well. Looking over to where Amity’s body lied. She was splayed out on the floor with her eyes closed. The human looked over to her to try and find any sign of breathing. Anything at all.

But there was none. Amity was dead.

Tears streamed down Luz’s face and pooled up under her chin. Why did it have to be her? Why didn’t she save her?

Why?

#Soul Bound #The Owl House #Ghost Fic #CW Major Character Death #MCD #Angst #Protective mama eda #Edalyn Clawthorne #toh eda #Robert Almade #Luz Noceda #toh Luz #Amity Blight #toh amity #lumity #cw blood #Edric Blight #toh edric #Emira Blight #toh emira #Odalia Blight #toh odalia #intense chapter

[atemgirl94]

Pharaoh and Reincarnated Queen’s adventures pt. 1

5,000 years ago, lived a powerful Pharaoh and Queen who was loved by the people. This Powerful couple worked together to lock the dark shadow games away. They had a successor to the throne but they also had three others who were very young during their passing. Millennium items that belonged to this Pharaoh and Queen were locked away split between Valley of the Kings and Valley of the Queens. The Pharaoh's soul was locked within the Millennium Puzzle while the Queen's soul was split, part of her soul went in her item while the other half was somewhere else.

5,000 years after their deaths, the other half of the Queen's soul was returned to the land of the living. She was reborn as Brittney Marie Petrova, with a twin sister named Brianna Lynn Petrova, she also had an older brother named Aiden Mathew Petrova and a younger sister named Nanaoko Marie Petrova. As a small child she would only play with her twin as her younger sister was only a few, by the time she was six things were changing. She started sleep walking, it happened to be around one of these sleep walking times that Solomon Motou was coming to Egypt to play the Shadow Game of the Nameless Pharaoh. Many know the tale of how Solomon did but this story is a bit different. As he reached the end coming to the bridge that was connecting to where the treasure was, he was in shock. He saw Britt laying on the ground of where the box was, but the box was in her hands. He had to make his way to her gently knowing one wrong move he would be sent into the shadows. He almost slipped and fell in the shadows but something or rather someone helped him up.

"I've been waiting for you." He said as he helped up Solomon.

When Solomon woke up he thought it was all a dream but he made his way over carefully picking up the six-year-old girl and the box. He wondered how she got in Valley of the Kings and made it past all the traps. It was clear the girl must have been sleep walking as she was still asleep. Solomon took her back to her parents as he handed her to max.

"Solomon, I can't thank you enough for finding her." Max said

"Yes, I'm sure but why was she in valley of the kings?" Solomon asked

"That is something I'm not sure." Max answered him

When Britt was eight, she went out with her mother and sister to play as she was getting all fine. They were going to a park that Egypt had to play with others, when Bre and Britt were running in front of their mother they suddenly bumped into a man wearing robes. The two girls looked up at him and at first it seemed as if he wasn't going to say anything but then he saw Britt's facial features and he recognized her as Queen Brittania, the Queen from 5,000 years ago. Angela had come over and had her girls come over to her as they went and stood in front of their mother.

"I'm sorry for my daughters." Angela said

"No, it Is I who should have seen them. They are just children." Shadi said as he kneeled down and showed respect. "Forgive me Miss, but your daughter here. She is the Queen returning to the land of the living."

Britt and Bre looked at each other before looking back at him "Which one?" They asked at the same time. "I'm Bre and this is Britt." Bre said

Shadi looked at them clearly in surprise because the nickname Britt, Queen Brittania was also called Queen Britt because she liked that better.

Angela wanted to hear more so she invited Shadi back to the house, there once back in their home she asked him to explain as they were sitting in the living room. Shadi didn't say much at first as he took a look around seeing he was in the home of archeologists.

"Your daughter, Britt. She is a reincarnation of a very powerful Queen come back to find her lost love." Shadi started which made Angela and Max look at each other since it'd been two years since Britt had been to Valley of the Kings.

"Please Continue." Max said to him wanting to know more.

"I along with others have been waiting for the return of a Pharaoh who locked a dark magic away a long time ago. It is said when the Queen appears, the Pharaoh will not be far behind. Your daughter has a destiny coming she cannot run from." Shadi said

Britt and Bre were whispering to each other about what he was saying. To them since they were eight it didn't make no sense. Max on the other hand remembered the treasure that Solomon had from the nameless Pharaoh's tomb. He wondered if that was part of it.

"Tell me, has your daughter had any weird behavior within the last three years?" Shadi asked

"Well, she used to sleep walk when she was six. But she hasn't done it since then." Angela said

"I believe the answer you seek will be known when the Millennium Bracelet is found. If she truly is the Queen then that item will hold some answers." Shadi said

Other than that brief moment he didn't stay long. Britt and her family didn't give a lot of thought on it but Britt was trying to become a duelist after that. She built a deck and would duel her brother but she'd always lose. She felt she was missing something but she didn't know exactly what she could be missing. About a few months later her father found a rare card for her, one called Goddess of the Nile. He felt it was important so he bought it for her and when he got home he handed it to her.

"Here Britt, here's a card that might help your deck." Max said

Britt took the card and looked at it "Oh wow thank you daddy." Britt said to him as she smiled.

After receiving the Goddess of the Nile, she reconstructed her deck. It took time and effort, she'd duel against her brother and always lose but she made modifications to her deck. When she reached the age of twelve her brother had been in the tournament for Egypt, and he'd became the champ. She wasn't surprised in the least but she less wanted to duel with him. So, she started dueling with Bre, who'd built a fire deck mixed with fire types and Dragons. The girls loved each other as twins could but they always kept their opinions to themselves. Truly the only way they could be told apart was their eyes and their highlights, as Britt had violet eyes and purple highlights and Bre had blue eyes and blue highlights. Their younger sister was ten around this time and had Green eyes with Black hair w/green tips.

Aiden started to resent Britt for being the one their parents would show attention to. Maybe it was because of what Shadi had told them and they were trying to figure out how to avoid her destiny. They'd kept her in Egypt her childhood. Though Angela and Max knew Britt had always been treated differently than most of the kids, because all the kids had learned she'd gone to Valley of the Kings and came back unharmed.

School was never an issue she'd go do her homework and then walk home. Sometimes the kids would bully her and she'd get a few scrapes and bruises but it was to be expected. Truly the kids didn't understand it all and maybe that was what bugged them the most that they didn't know how she could get to Valley of the Kings and still be alive. If anyone ever asked Britt she didn't remember a thing about it except a voice but she never mentioned that part, her only answer was she didn't remember.

Bullies and people who were scared didn't stop her, she'd kept practicing her dueling skills and when the next tournament came before her Sixteenth Birthday she entered to show them. The day before the tournament was to start her parents had found it, the Millennium Bracelet that the man in robes had talked about. It had been located in Valley of the Queens, in a Queens tomb. They'd put it in their room of artifacts to keep it from Britt. Only sadly her and her siblings got very curious and went in there. They looked at it all but Britt was drawn to the bracelet, she reached out for it picking it up and she tried it on. It glowed since it was meant to be with her.

"It's cute." She thought as she tried to get it off.

The bracelet wouldn't come off and she knew then the start of her destiny would be soon. Not paying much attention to the fact she'd have to keep it on she wore it the entire tournament. Never having to worry much, but when it came to the finals it was her brother and her against each other. Shadi was in the crowd watching waiting to see if he was right about her. Britt had improved her dueling skills and when it came to her final Duel Monster she summoned her Goddess.

"Now, Goddess of the Nile. Attack with Nile Septar blast!" Britt yelled as the final attack was made.

"So, it begins, she has the item and the card of the Queen." Shadi said

#yu-gi-oh #fanfic #yami yugi x oc #pharaoh atem #reincarnated queen #adventure

[anxresi]

Amity’s Amends

Story: After the events of 'Understanding Willow', Amity knows she has a lot to make up for. And she'll start tonight, right in front of four people who have been the bane of her existence for too long. Get ready for a roasting, s'mores optional.

...............

Amity Blight arrived home that night after her adventure inside Willow’s head, full of more hope and determination for the future than she ever felt possible.

Her initial skepticism of the Earthling Luz Noceda had long since disappeared, and now the two could honestly even describe themselves as good friends. Maybe even more, if the way I blush whenever she hugs me is anything to go by. Just like my favorite ships in those Azura books we both like...

The young witch quickly dispelled all thoughts of frivolous romance from her head, using the same methodology she would dispel one of her enchantments if it got out of control. That’s for the future, if it happens at all. Right now I have other stuff to take care of…

She burst through the front door, half-expecting her strict parents to meet her there with the standard ‘where do you think you’re been?’ or ‘your darling brother and sister would never stay out this late’.

Whereas she dreaded such searching questions before, now an odd mixture of defiance and resilience made her itch to hear them, just so she could show off her new steadfast attitude.

Alas, there was no Mr and Mrs Blight in sight. They’d taken the night off (again) to mingle with the VIPs their family relied on for its ‘prestigious’ reputation, so her long-awaited confrontation with them was just gonna have to wait until later. Goodie. Gives me something to look forward to.

In the front room however, were two other people Amity wanted to put straight on a few things… along with a couple of surprise guests. Erica and Edmira Blight, her ‘dear’ siblings, sat on the couch with her so-called best friends, Boscha and Skara. They seemed deep in conversation, but the intense chat soon faded to a whisper the moment Amity strolled through the door.

“ Mittens!!” Edric was the first to greet his little sister, grabbing her by the shoulder to give her a light noogie. “We were wondering where you got to! I was just about to send out a search party… or at least, borrow mom’s crystal ball to track you down.”

“Great to see you, sis!” Emira smirked at Amity in a non-too genial way. “And look who’s here too! Your besties, Boscha and Skara. They came over because they tell me they’ve been worried about you lately… and I must say, me and Edric have been as well. So think of what you’re about to hear as an ‘intervention’, if you like.”

“Amity, you’ve changed! You don’t insult the other losers with us the way you used to, you don’t let us tell you how to dress, and we’ve even caught you hanging out with that Earth creature!” Skara stared at Amity unblinkingly, as if unwilling to let Luz’s dreadful name pass her lips.

“Yeah, exactly! And after all the bad stuff you said about Willow, I can’t believe you defended her today! Almost like you were... friends or something, but of course that can’t be the case.” Boscha sniggered to herself, like the mere notion was just impossible.

Amity listened to all this ‘selfless’ advice until it was over, with her arms firmly crossed and her left foot tapping on the plush carpet. “So, you’re all here today out of the goodness of your hearts, to tell me I’m hanging with the wrong crowd and I should act more like everyone else here?”

“Yeah, Mittens. I mean, we love Luz and all but…” Edric gave his opinion, hesitantly.

“...She’s just not right for you. She’s lucked out so far in her spell training, but when she crashes and burns she’ll take you down with her. Not a pretty sight.” Emira was a bit more forthright than her twin brother.

“Plus, she’s always with Willow. Ugh , instant popularity killer.” Boscha put her finger in her open mouth to illustrate her point.

“Also, what’s that other kid’s name? ‘Gas’, or something? He’s as much of a geek as the others, always going on about Earth stuff. If he likes it ssssoooo much, why doesn’t he just move there? And take those other two freaks with him?” Skara chortled at her joke, obviously thinking she’d said something hilarious.

Amity heard all this rudeness and bile aimed at her newest pals with the patience of a saint, but finally she could take no more. “ Excuse me , but his name happens to be ‘Gus’. Him and Luz are two of the nicest people I’ve met, so if you think I’m going to let you talk that way about them around me you’ve got another thing coming. If everyone in the Demon Realm was as stuck-up and conceited as you and Boscha are, believe me… I’d be on the first broomstick out of here with them! Now, what else was I going to say…”

Amity’s siblings and ‘friends’ sat there open-mouthed, unused to hearing such backtalk from someone usually so compliant, but she wasn’t finished yet. Not by a long shot. “Oh, yes. Sorry Skara, I am unable to attend your 15th birthday celebrations because of a prior… wait, I don’t have any pressing engagements. It’s just that you’re a total bitch, who I no longer want to be associated with. I set your butterfly free, too. Never mind, I’m sure there are loads of other brainless bullies out there you can hang around with, to make your fragile ego feel better about itself! Which brings me neatly to…”

If Boscha thought her obnoxious snickering was going to win her any brownie points from Amity, she was very much mistaken. “...You. I don’t know what you’re finding so funny Boscha, in many ways you’re twice as bad as Skara. You lead, her and me follow. At least, that’s the way it used to be. I hope you’re happy with this trio becoming a duo, because I am through . As for what you said about Willow, strange you should mention that as we were besties once, before I messed it all up. Now I’m trying to make up for it, by apologising a lot, attempting to be a better person and getting away from two horrible girls I only hung around with because my parents made me…”

To this last statement she gave a meaningful look at her quaking ex-pals on her couch. “...And I wonder who they could be.”

She turned around without missing a beat to her equally nonplussed siblings sitting nearby, but addressed them in slightly less harsh tones than the previous pair. “ Edric, Emira… you know I love you both dearly, even if your childish pranks do sometimes leave me wondering if you really are the older, more ‘mature’ brother and sister you claim to be. But please, stop trying to ‘encourage’ me by subtly putting me down. It’s not helpful, it’s just dispiriting. And please stop calling me ‘Mittens’. That was cute when I was a baby and couldn’t put my gloves on, now it’s just irritating and makes me think you don’t respect me. Lastly, you’ll be glad to know that by tomorrow, you’ll both stand out a lot more. I’m washing the green out of my hair! Brown is so much more my color, dontcha think?!”

At this juncture, and with everyone around her completely shut down by her searing outburst, Amity stretched and gave out a fake yawn. “Anyway… early start in the morning. You know how it is: the pressures of being top student never go away. Well, see you tomorrow brother, sister… and as for you other two, see you never . Ta-ta!”

She then made her way upstairs with a noticeable spring in her step, the only things on her mind being to work hard to achieve all her goals in life, being the best friend she could be to Willow to make up for years of neglect…

And the way her cheeks flushed whenever a certain Earth girl held her real close.

Oops. Here we go again.

.......................

Well, what do you think? I know this is very unlikely to happen... after all, they do have a lot of episodes to pad out. But hopefully, now that Amity understands how some of the more toxic influences in her life have been allowed to shape her, she can start confronting them and making her own decisions.Also, it's so obvious her and Luz are a future ship. Fight me if you disagree... kidding. ;)

#amity blight #luz noceda #owl house #the owl house #gus #willow #fanfiction #Disney

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Ephemeral Flowers

WEEK 3 DAY 7 of Maribat March; BROKEN Part of Staying Whelmed and Erable.

Ships: Dickinette, AdriKon, NatMarc

Summary: They won. Earth was saved from the Reach... but at what cost?

Paris, France June 20, 12:20 CEST

“Everyone get to the shelters!” 

Adrien was lucky he was already out when this disaster began. His mom had called to see if he’d been alright, he felt an uneasy squeeze to his heart when he told her that he was in the safety of the Bourgeois hotel; he never liked lying to his mom before, but he didn’t have the choice right now. Not especially after he just got her back.

Somehow, he thought six hurricanes surrounding the Eiffel tower and making their way around the city was easier to handle than their Final Stand barely a month ago.

“You think this has anything to do with the Reach?”

“Most likely, Chaton” Ladybug’s voice was in his ear, the team going around and helping the citizens head to previously designated akuma shelters. Ryuuko had activated Wind Dragon form to try and contain the hurricanes in one place, but they seemed to be more powerful than the average hurricane… y'know, considering there were six.

“Any word from the Team?” Bunnix asked.

“Guys, I know what's causing these things!” Viperion’s voice was hard to hear, a lot of interference where he was. All their devices got pings, each of them showing an oval shaped device floating in the air with a swarm of drones surrounding it, currently in statis.

“What the hell are those things?” Monarch asked, indigo locks, where normally red hair was, blew wildly in the air.

“I’d say that looks pretty alien to me” Paon responded, their embroidered royal blue mask shaping to the same furrowed brow they had. “It's like the Reach’s final present to Earth, if anything. Y’know, one last kick to the heroes and all that.”

“Mon ange, now is not the time to think of how fitting this would be in a writing point of view”

“Look, it's either this or panicking.”

“It.. a.. Eiffel….attack..g hurry!” Viperion’s signal was beginning to cut out, but they all got the idea.

Paris, France June 21, 05:16 CEST

The Dupain-Chengs watched as the Justice league announced that the reach had been defeated; the world was now safe.

The world panicked as machines began to pop up in different places of the world, two even in Paris, but were dealt with by their own heroes. Many had wondered if they would continue once Hawkmoth was defeated, but they continued to protect their home. It was of no real surprise when they teamed up with the other heroes to take down the Reach. But something deep within told them that all was not well when the announcement was made.

“The Reach is being sent back into space and will be awaiting trial Green Lantern Corp.” Captain Atom announced as the crowd began to cheer, but his face was not one of celebration. Wonder Woman taking his place at the podium, sadness and acceptance in her eyes before speaking.

“But it was not without a cost; Today we mourn and celebrate the lives of the Parisian heroes who gave their lives to save the planet”

A hologram appearing behind them, one by one appearing as she said their codenames;

“Souris,Tyger, Paon, Monarch, Bunnix, Taurus, Roi Singe, Pegasus, Ryuko, Viperion, Carapace, Queen Bee, Rena Rouge, Chat Noir and Ladybug.”

The permanent smile on the holograms made Sabine’s heart ache, those young heroes who’d been protecting Paris for more than five years. They had finally defeated their villain only for them to parish.

But she knew there was more to it. She might have been paranoid, but a mother’s instinct was never wrong

“Oh their poor families,” Tom said, shedding a few tears for their beloved heroes. A knock on the door interrupting their solemn thoughts, going downstairs to open it they were surprised to see a red eyed Richard with his younger brother, Tim, and friends, Artemis and Wally.

“Richard? Is everything alright?” Sabine tried calming her voice, but alarms rang in her head as she noticed their matching expressions. The same look of guilt and regret as no one dared look her in the eye.

“I-It’s about Marinette “ Richard softly spoke, the group silently entering the apartment. “I think you need to sit down for this, both of you”

Tom and Sabine shared a look, both instinctively knowing that they would not be seeing their little girl for a long time.

“... She wanted to tell you for so long” Artemis’ voice cracked, handing them a small device. Sabine cradled it in her hands, one last thing from their daughter she was sure. Pressing the sole button on the device a hologram popped up before them; Marinette was there from the waist up, as though she had been sitting when recording this message, the only identifiable item of clothing was a black zipped up half-jacket.

‘Hi maman, papá. If you’re seeing this then it must mean that my mission is complete or I gave it my best til the bitter end’ her little girl looked so tired, as though the weight of the world was on her shoulders. Had she always looked like that?

``I don’t know how long I have before our final fight, but I gave it to Dick so he’d give it to you guys just in case. For nearly the past seven years, I have been at the front of what seemed to be an endless war. I’m sure I’ve changed, hopefully into a respectable woman that will make you proud. The truth is…’

‘Please don’t.’ Sabine stubbornly thought as the tears welled up in her eyes, her husband's squeeze on her hand tightened as they heard her next line, a familiar mask being placed on her face. The world froze and her blood grew cold.

‘I am Ladybug; wielder of the Miraculous of Luck and Creation, Guardian of Miracles and Protector of Paris. I wanted to tell you for so long, but with Hawkmoth out and about I just𑁋I just couldn’t! I couldn’t allow you to suffer, knowing I was out there everyday  risking my life because of some maniac with too much power in his hands. I didn’t want your lives in danger because of my selfishness.’

Their sobs echoed in the now too empty house, regardless of the other guests in the room who accompanied them in silent tears.

‘I hope you can forgive me for having to learn this way. I can only pray I made you proud. Know that wherever I am, I’ll always love you. Signing out, your daughter Marinette Dupain-Cheng.’

Paris, France June 21, 05:16 CEST

Conner Kent hated the news he had to give.

But he owed it to Adrien.

He stepped into the gates of the newly named Graham de Vanily Manor, knowing that it was late, but hearing soft speaking voices come from inside. Part of him wished that he had agreed to let someone come with him, but he knew that there’d be other places that need visiting.

Too many.

As he softly knocked on the door, knowing its residents could hear him, Conner felt like he would throw up. The last look of those emerald eyes haunted him and made his heart ache.

He heard the heavy doors open and thought he saw a ghost.

“A-Adrien?” he felt his throat tighten before noticing the differences; this new figure was taller, leaner, hair platinum blonde instead of honey, green eyes with specks of gray.

“No. I’m his cousin, Felix,” the lean man asked, clearly perturbed by the fact that a complete stranger was knocking at their doors at five in the morning.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Can I come in, it’s about Adrien” Conner could hear his spiked heartbeat as he moved to the side and beckoned him to the family room. 

In the room were three figures, two of them looking nearly identical if for differences in hues and a few hardly noticeable grays on the paler one (then again losing your sister and husband would do that to you). It explained why Felix looked so similar to him, at first glance they could be mistaken for twins. The other was a big burly figure, bigger than himself.

He knew Emelie Graham de Vanily and Guillaume ‘Gorilla’ Durand. He could only guess that the other woman was Amelie, the aunt that lived in England with his cousin that Adrien would sometimes talk about.

“Conner.” Emelie caught his attention from her wheelchair next to her sister. He hadn’t known her for long, mostly through stories he was told, until she was woken up; then he was introduced as Adrien’s boyfriend.

“Mrs. Grah- I mean Emelie” 

Conner couldn’t do this.

He didn’t want to.

But they deserved to know the truth.

“It’s fine dear. I’m afraid Adrien was going to spend the night with Chloe when that disaster started.” her eyes clearly worried, looking out the window, the first few rays of sunshine peeking through this somber morning.

“I hope they were fine” Amelie sighed in agreement, “Can I offer you something to drink?”

“No. No it’s fine, thank you” he took a deep breath, not wanting to allow his own emotions to overcome him. 

“I need to speak to you about Adrien.” Everyone’s heartbeat elevated as he did nothing to hide the somber tone in his voice, and Conner wanted to hate his super hearing. 

“Adrien left this behind. In case anything happened, he wanted for you to read it before letting anyone else say anything.” he pulled out a black envelope, in silver cursive it said, ‘To my Family’

“Co-Conner, what is this about?” Emilie’s hands shook as she got a hold of the thing, as though she were afraid it would burn her.

“I think you should read the letter first.”

‘Hey fam,

I know I just got you back, which is why I’m sorry this had to happen. What I’ve been doing this past half decade has been a real wild ride. After what happened with mom, Gabriel practically locked me up in the mansion, only letting me leave whenever it was for his convenience. I was just the trophy son, I wonder if he ever loved me.

Life is full of unexpected turns, one minute you feel like you’re locked up in the highest tower by an evil witch, the next you’re on the adventure of a lifetime with the best friend you can ever ask for.

There’s a lot of things I regret not doing; not stopping Chloe from becoming a total brat and bully when we were younger, not going to uncle Arthur’s funeral, being complicit in Gabriel’s will and therefore Lila’s and especially harassing one of my best friends because I couldn’t take no for an answer just like that man. 

I regret not telling you that I am Chat Noir, the Black Cat of Misfortune and Destruction and  Protector of Paris.

I hope you can forgive me for not coming out with the truth sooner but m’lady and I had already come to an agreement to not tell our families in fear that they’d be targeted by Hawkmoth; can you imagine what would have happened?

Even with all of that over and done with, the risk was too high, and honestly I didn’t know how to casually bring it up in conversation. Oops.’

Emelie’s voice cracked as she choked on a laugh, her vision too blurry to see what the next word was, quickly engulfed by her sister in a hug as she passed the note to Felix. His own eyes were bloodshot but he refused to let any tears run until he finished reading.

‘Most importantly I regret not proposing to Kon.’ 

Conner felt his heart stop. The world was spinning around as the line repeated in his head; did everything always look so blurry?

``I was going to ask mom for her ring, but I thought it’d be better for a wedding. I even started wedding planning with Mr. Dupain-Cheng, did you know he’s a hopeless romantic?. Mari thought I was insane when she helped me pick out the ring. We got it custom made too; Tungsten𑁋 one of the strongest metals on Earth, it’s harder than Steel!

I had hoped to give it to him myself but things don’t always turn out the way we want them to and I’ve learned that that’s okay. I lived my life to the fullest and experienced things no others have; pretty cool I’d say.

Forever your little cat waiting for his knight,

Adrien Agreste Graham de Vanily’

Conner hadn’t realized he was crying until he felt a small object placed in his hand, Felix having placed it as he shook in an attempt to suppress his tears. Connor realized that it was the ring Adrien had gotten him.

The mansion was filled with sniffling, the shadow of a cat seemingly looming over them.

The WatchTower  June 20, 07:16 EDT

Lex Luthor did not think everything would go to shit with the Reach so quickly. Neither he nor the Light trusted those aliens as much as Superman could throw them; that is to say they were just using them and planned on backstabbing them once their usefulness was done.

Not only had they killed one of the members of the Light, not that any of them thought he’d be gone for long, but they had also planned to betray the Light as well.

He convinced the most likely fired United Nations secretary general Zhang in order to call the League; he may not like them but he also enjoyed living on Earth… maybe until they find a sustainable planet to move their society to should anything happen.

“Luthor! What are you𑁋”

“ Secretary Zhang was kind enough to let me borrow his frequency,” he decided to ignore Captain Atom’s outrage and cut to the chase. “As I have a possible solution to our mutual problem”

“A problem created by you and the Light when they collaborated to bring the Reach to Earth.”

“But as I believe you know, the Light always planned to betray the Reach. Lexcorp𑁋”

“I think that’s enough of that Luthor,” the man could say he was surprised by the sudden appearance of the Parisian superheroes who’d “recently debuted” after defeating a magical terrorist that had been rampaging for the past years. He hated having not known that, apparently it was something no one in the Light knew.

Though Vandal Savage and Ra’s al Ghul gave interesting looks when finally catching glimpses of them.

“We have already created a solution, one that needs no help from the likes of you,” Ladybug’s eyes glowed red as she looked at Luthor, a ladybug themed flash drive on Nightwing’s hand.

“And trust that the Light will see justice for their crimes”

With that Chat Noir cut the transmission, the team turned back to Blue Beetle as he continued to create Reach Tech eggs, as per Ladybug’s instructions, and Pegasus transferred the flash drive's information into them.

“Alright guys, we have 19 Magnetic Field Disruptors to destroy and stop the world from ending”

They distributed the eggs with groups of two going up against each MFD; one as cover while the other went to disable the device. There were barely enough heroes available as the majority had gone out to help with rescue of the citizens.

“I love it when she takes charge like that.” Nightwing sighed before helping distribute the eggs and sending the teams to their designated areas.

Paris, France June 21, 05:16 CEST

Kaldur’ahm found himself in front of a ship, The Liberty. He never ceased to feel like it matched Luka’s easy-going attitude.

As he boarded the ship he could see some water remaining from the storms earlier, quickly using his hydrokinesis to throw it back into the river.

He was procrastinating.

He walked down the deck towards the door leading to the cabin. With a swift knock on the door, he could not hear anyone approaching; that’s when he noticed the bell. 

He needed to deliver the news.

He pulled on the rope as the bell chimed loudly, a muffled yelling coming from within. A woman with graying hair in a messy braid came out, although tired, there was a clear resemblance to them in the way she currently looked like she’d skin him alive and feed him to the fishes for waking her so early. It was a few times he’d seen the siblings genuinely angry and he could say it matched the woman before him.

“What’re ya doing on my Liberty so early?” she wipes the sleepiness from her eyes and adjusted her glasses. Despite how carefree she’d been described, he couldn’t help but think she looked older than she should.

Oh right.

She became a single mother of two at barely thirty years.

“My name is Kaldur'ahm, a friend of Luka and Juleka. I am… sincerely sorry. I am afraid I did not come bearing good news” the woman, Anarka Couffaine, looked alert and like she was about to fight him. He gave her the item the siblings entrusted the team to deliver should anything happen.

Luka and Juleka had left a song. 

Anarka did not hesitate to go down to her children’s room , an old radio with a DVD player being used to play the song; Luka’s soft guitar strums soon became accompanied by Juleka’s gentle voice.

Happiness and joy

Sorrow and sadness

You and I

We shared them together

Shared for a time

But suddenly faltered

Flowers of a dream

Anarka slowly sank onto the floor, Kaldur holding her to the best of his abilities as silent tears. As soon as the strums of the guitar started she knew what it meant; she had learned to understand her husband, and then her son's way of communicating after all.

A field of grass

Leads to heaven

A gentle wind passed by

When you gave a smile

Nothing to fear

Forever in my heart

Blooming flowers prevail

“H-How did they… ?” Anarka’s broken voice softly spoke as the music continued.

Despite what Nightwing had said earlier, he couldn’t help but blame himself; if they had captured all of them earlier, then perhaps the Reach would not have gotten the chance to implement the MFDs. If they had detected the two remaining at the poles, then none of this would be happening…

“They were heroes.”

Paris, France June 21, 05:25 CEST

Batgirl and Impulse were there at the Kante residence only for Claudie to beat them to the punch.

“Max programmed Markov to tell me everything if his vitals couldn’t be detected anymore” her sad but proud smile did nothing to help them feel less guilty for the single mother.

Wonder Girl stood in awkward silence as Eden and Roux Lavillant-Piaf reacted to the news of their daughter’s death. The two men taking comfort in each other's presence as they cradled one another, Eden humming a tune she thought was familiar while Roux shed silent tears, one she later realized was one of Souris’ favorite songs; La vie en Rose.

Kid Flash didn’t know what to take of Kagami’s note;

‘I do not need that woman’s tears, nor those of whom call themselves my family. I would rather tell the Dupain-Chengs or Couffeine, however, if these are being delivered they are already heavily burdened. Knowing my friends shall mourn my loss is enough’

He also didn’t know what to make of Nathaniel’s request;

‘Don’t tell my family about Monarch. I doubt they’d even care’

The beautiful smell of the land that lingers in our history

Sands of black that color every little corner

I saw eternity only once, but I realize it cannot be kept in sight

Paris, France June 21, 05:30 CEST

Bumblebee was not surprised by Abeille’s video to her parents or even the fact that she was ‘fired’ by Audrey Bourgeois. When Guardian asked her about it she just shook her head in somber.

“Some people mourn differently”

“I always knew my little Marc was a hero” Mrs. Anciel, Paon’s grandmother if Garfield remembers correctly, said as she sat in her rocking chair in a daze “I just never thought it’d be so literally”

The Le family had just thanked L’gann with clear tears forming in their eyes after giving them a letter in a language he did not recognize. It wouldn't be until after that he learned Roi Singe’s native tongue was Vietnamese .

Our lives are truly in a world of wonder

A poem of my life - it's a pretty song to remember

We already acted a thousand lives

For the briefest moment in our long history

Paris, France June 21, 06:16 CEST

Robin, Tigress, Blue Beetle and Miss Martian felt their hearts heavy.

They had decided to be the ones to inform the Cesaires, Kubdel and Lahiffes of what happened to their daughters and son.

They were the only heroes apart from the Couffaines that had siblings.

“If I had never given her that watch” Mr. Kubdel buried his face in his hands.

“You didn’t know but maybe she did… She was always a spitfire, I don’t think we could have stopped her if we tried” Jalil told his father. Neither men wailed, they simply hugged each other for a while.

“No! She𑁋She can’t be gone!” Ella and Etta had viciously tried to beat at Tigress as he kneeled down to them. The hug she gave the twins seemed to trigger the waterworks as they devolved to sobbing.

“I couldn’t protect her…”

“You can’t blame yourself for this” Blue Beetle tried consoling Nora as she sat on the couch, hand on her head as she hid her face from everyone; he knew that if he heard about Milagro he’d feel the same. 

“He’s too lame to be a hero!” Chris yelled out “You’re lying!”

“You know we’re not,” Miss Martian said soothingly from her place with Ms.Lahiffe, trying to help the crying woman.

“I hate him! I hate him!” Chris’ yelling got louder 

“No you don’t” Robin spoke next to him, “No matter how much you fight, no matter how much you get on each others’ nerves, no matter how much you wish you’d never see him again… You still love him. He’ll always be your big brother”

“How would you know?” Chris’ voice cracked as he finally realized that his denial would do nothing to bring Nino back.

“Because I lost my big brother too”

I love you; I miss all of you

No warning what had happened then

I won't ever say goodbye

Metropolis June 20, 08:30 EST

“So now that Hawkmoth’s gone are coming back to Gotham?” Robin asked from behind Taurus, the hero engaging in a fight with one of the drones, headbutting it into the other one.

“Don’t know replacement,” he grunted “I kinda like it there, but I do miss the English language, as annoying as it is”

“Well,” Robin continued, using his bo-staff to push away the drone blocking the main device, “You know you always have a place back home, right?”

With one last dash he pressed his egg onto the MFD, deactivating their device. The two heroes looked at each other proudly as Taurus smirked.

“Yeah I know”

Birds are singing

Clouds are drifting

Trees are rustling

They cover the night

Gotham City June 20, 08:30 EST

“Hey Ma fée?”

Nightwing leaped across the street, throwing an EMP on one of the drones before Ladybug used her yo-yo to throw them away.

“Yes, Mon coeur?” Ladybug looked at him curiously

“I was thinking” he touched the MFD with the egg, letting the machine fall onto the Gotham street, “Maybe it's time we take a break from the whole hero business. I doubt we’ll be able to fully take off the capes like Wally but𑁋”

The two shared a tender kiss, the last strike of lightning disappearing from the Gotham sky.

North Magnetic Pole June 20, 13:50 UTC

They missed two MFDs.

Their locations blocked them from the initial search until Blue Beetle and Tyger told them that there were still two out there in separate parts of the world.

Ladybug had volunteered her Team to go, originally just planning to go by herself and Chat Noir while Rena Rouge and Carapace could get the other; Viperion and Bunnix immediately objected and instead her whole team was deployed to go.

They were herself, Monarch, Paon, Taurus, Viperion, Ryuuko, Tyger and Souris. The other team was Chat Noir, Rena Rouge, Carapace, Abeille, Bunnix, Pegasus and Roi Singe. Pegasus would teleport both teams to their destinations due to the simple fact that there were no Zetas in the Arctic or Antarctic.

She would lead the team to the North Magnetic Pole; Chat Noir would go to the South Magnetic Pole.

“We’re too late…” 

Ladybug’s crestfallen expression was felt by her team as they watched the Magnetic Field disruptor reach its chrysalis state as they watched the ice cave collapse in on itself. The Earth will fall in a new ice age… 

South Magnetic Pole June 20, 13:50 UTC

“Both MFDs have reached Chrysalis state” Chat Noir informed the Watchtower. He didn’t think it would all end like this.

After everything they went to, after finally defeating Hawkmoth, after finally getting his mother back and the literal end of the world had to happen.

‘No! This isn’t how it’s supposed to be!’ Plagg’s voice echoed in his head, ‘We can still stop this if we combine our powers’

“Ladybug, is Tikki𑁋?”

“Yes, she also says we can do it.” Ladybug’s steeled voice responded before he finished asking.

They could still save the world, they could still stop the Reach from winning.

But Chat Noir knew better than to think that there would be no consequences to their wild plans.

“Are you in, Noir?” 

“Always, my Lady”

Adrien could only hope they could forgive him, and that the letter would get back to them in safety before feeling his consciousness merge with the god’s.

Time passes by

With merciless pride

The sun will rise again

Mount Justice Remains June 21, 00:02 EST

Batman found the need to stop himself from gaping at the remains of Mount Justice. Sure it had been sabotaged and destroyed partially before, but now it was gone.

All of it thrown with chunks of rock and metal scattered around the beach.

As he and the others descended with help from the Green Lanterns, Hal and John. He couldn’t help but fear it was too late. 

They were too late.

“By the Gods” Diana gasped, suddenly clutching at her head, “Something is wrong”

With a gust of wind they were greeted by Flash, followed by Miss Martian’s bioship landing on the beach. One by one the Team came in various forms of disarray and emotionally compromised.

“Oh” Martian Manhunter sumbered, likely reacting off of the wave of sadness the teenagers made no effort to hide. Batman missed the look of remorse and sympathy sent his way.

“What happened?” He hadn’t meant to growl it out, but there were only so many reasons why the whole team would feel this way; there were casualties.

Batgirl and Nightwing could barely look his way before Robin decided to take a step forward. Tim had always been able to push aside emotions better than Barbara or Dick.

Our lives are truly in a world of wonder

A poem of my life - it's a pretty song to remember

We already acted a thousand lives

For the briefest moment in our long history

“The Reach left one last surprise for Earth in an attempt to cover their tracks; Magnetic Field Disruptors meant to cause natural disaster before forcing the next ice age. All but two MFDs had been deactivated, each located at the two poles. By the time we arrived they were already at their chrysalis stage. Those sent were able to deactivate them… at a cost” Tim choked out as he heard Diana, Kal and Sheyra take sharp breaths, it had to be bad for him to get so emotional.

“Robin?” Batman kneeled as he placed a hand on the younger’s shoulder.

“T-There were no survivors B”

“... Who was dispatched?” Diana asked, fists clenched in frustration of being too late and having others pay the consequence.

Batman must have been too distracted by Tim’s state to have noticed Nightwing launch himself into his arms and silently cry.

“I’m sorry Batman.” Flash stepped forward, and he knew Barry well enough that the man was probably holding back tears. Batman felt a familiar sense of dread build up inside him; the last time he felt this way had been when….

“Team Miraculous was sent.” 

Bioship June 20, 13:55 UTC

“Whatever they’re doing, it's working!” Atom’s voice could be heard on the comms as Miss Martian, Kid Flash, Tigress, Robin and Nightwing sped as fast as they could to the North Magnetic Pole. Aqualad, Superboy, Impulse and Blue Beetle made their way with Sphere to the South Magnetic Pole.

“The power’s too strong” they could hear Chat Noir mutter with Plagg’s familiar echo.

“Can’t stop! Won’t stop now!” Ladybug gritted out as the interference with their comms got stronger.

“AHH!” The sudden screams made their blood freeze as they could only think of the worst case scenario.

“It’s not time, not yet!” their mantras continued as the static became painful.

Both groups made it to their destinations as the bright white light of the MFDs became tinged with color. The rainbow of lights shot up higher in the air before a similar bridge of light joined it, both Team’s powers combining in that moment.

“They’re doing it!” M’gann and Bart cheered before Jaime and Tim interrupted.

“Something’s wrong!”

“What do you mean fade!”

Suddenly the light began to expand, encasing the heroes inside before their figures began to shimmer and break.

With one last look the lights gave one last powerful glow, it dissipated, spreading a warmth like that of a hug to each of them.

But by the time each group managed to look, the cold finally seemed to reach them.

There was nothing left behind.

Paris, France June 26, 10:00 CEST

The official story was a kidnapping.

The teenagers that disappeared some time last week during what many had taken to calling “The Reach Invasion”; Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Graham de Vanily, Luka and Juleka Couffaine, Chloe Bourgeois, Kagami Tsurugi, Alya Cesair, Nino Lauffey, Max Kante, Le Chien Kim, Alix Kubdel, Nathaniel Kutzberg, Marc Anciel, Rose Lavillant and Jason Todd-Wayne. The fourteen children and single adult had been caught up during the chaos of the Reach’s invasion and had been taken when looking for shelter. 

There is always a little truth in every lie.

The amount of missing children cases in general had been increasing since the Reach had arrived on Earth, but even after sending them off to Oa they had yet to find evidence of all of them. Only a small percentage had been freed, now having to undergo Metahuman training, and sent back home or relocated. 

Over half had been deemed unsatisfactory and were subsequently terminated.

But that still left about forty percent of potential victims to be found and rescued.

But their parents knew that their little heroes would not be part of that percentage.

They had saved their planet at the ultimate sacrifice.

“Today… We would like to honor the fallen heroes of Paris by lifting a new statue in their memory for all their services… One that is long overdue and that we can only hope they will see from wherever they are'' Mayor Bourgois spoke, though his eyes seemed so far off, not that anyone would blame him after they caught word of his daughter’s disappearance. There was a major turnout for the unveiling, it seemed as though all of Paris was present; guests like Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, Bruce Wayne and his sons Dick Grayson and Tim Drake, Oliver Queen and his newly found son Roy Harper, Lex Luthor, Prince Ali of Achu, Audrey Bourgois and reporters like Lois Lane, Cat Grant and Iris West-Allan were in charge of reporting live.

The statue was golden, each hero caught as though they were in the middle of action with it’s two longest heroes in the center, the rest surrounding them for a 360 effect; 

Ladybug and Chat Noir back to back, one with her scarlet yo-yo flying midair and the other using his baton to jump like a cat with a black gloved hand behind him. On Ladybug’s side was Viperion strumming his harp, his arm’s bangle glowing turquoise, while on Chat Noir’s was Rena Rouge caught playing the orange flute in the middle of a leap. Next was the newest heroes Monarch and le Paon on Ladybug’s side, one with a white with purple butterfly about to fly away from his outstretched hand, the other blowing into a single blue feather, while Tyger and Souris were on Chat’s, Souris also leaping while using her pink jump rope and Tyger getting ready to roar, magenta claws cusping around her mouth. Roi Singe was in the back of Ladybug and Chat Noir, his yellow glowing bo staff frozen mid twirl before calling for “Uproar”, assisting him was Bunnix, using her umbrella with a baby blue glow at the tip as a sword, and Pegasus with his horseshoe boomerang, arm encircled with a blue ring. Ryuko, in the middle of transforming into Wind Dragon form, with her ruby sword at hand and Abeille, launching her glowing spinning top, charging into the fray. On the sides were Carapace, with his shield armed up in front of them, the beginnings of his shield being formed in a translucent green glass, and Taurus, with his fists in the middle of punching and eyes glowing red, defending the group from oncoming attacks.

“I’m so sorry,” Dick found himself whispering once the ceremony was done and everyone had left their offerings. If only he had done better; if only he had asked them to join the raid; if only they had caught everyone instead of leaving them divided and scattered;

The rose gold ring weighed heavily in his pocket.

I love you; I miss all of you

No warning what had happened then

I won't ever say goodbye

They talked about what would happen in the future; neither saw themselves leaving the hero business anytime soon, it was too hard to after so long. She  had dreams of becoming a top-tier designer while he wasn’t sure what he’d do. They jokingly said he’d be a stay-at-home father or a model for her line.

Now none of that would be happening.

“He looks different from when he was Robin” he heard Tim whisper, melancholy and reminiscence, in his look as he stared at Taurus. Definitely more brute stregth and hands on but that look of mischief and cockiness were the same as Robin II. 

“He was always a little shit” Dick laughed softly, remembering that they’d be adding the Miraculous team to the new Grotto at the Watchtower, Jason’s being specially made to display both his time as Robin and Taurus.

Today would be his last day at the Watchtower for a while.

He was tired, after all of this, and was ready for a break. He knew Conner also planned on doing the same thing while Artemis was coming back to active duty despite Wally’s reluctance. He wasn’t too sure about his best friend, but the redhead insisted that he wanted to get his degree first before going back to the hero business, even part time, he even began hinting that Dick could go to college and try and get a semblance of normal life; they both knew it was in vain but neither said anything.

But before any of that he still had business to take care of.

Paris, France June 19, 00:20 CEST

Marinette woke up in a cold sweat.

The same nightmare she’d been having for the past week.

Her Team would fall for the sake of the world.

“I think we both know what this means Mari,” Adrien said silently as they watched the Parisian night atop of the Eiffel Tower.

“I don’t want it to come true” Marinette could feel the tears starting to sting her eyes.

“Then we’ll do our best to stop it” Adrien’s determined face made a soft smile appear; something told her that as hard as they’d try it wouldn’t change a thing.

But it was nice to hope.

“Why should we make these goodbye messages?” Chloe asked skeptically that morning after the team had gathered. They had just been told to do them or write any  requests for someone to follow if anything should happen to them. After all Marinette and Adrien had finished theirs.

"Come on Chlo, just do it."

"Better to do it than regret not doing it."

"Think of it as a little thing to look back at when we come back after missions. A motivation to come back and destroy it"

They just hoped they’d be forgiven.

Paris, France June 26, 12:30 CEST

Walking into the Dupain-Cheng household he found that it was much colder than anytime he’d come to visit. Sabine and Tom had let him in with no hassle, the duo still reeling in the fact that Marinette was gone, he was too. They made little small talk for once, just checking to see how the others were doing and to not be strangers, before they excused themselves to meet up with Tom’s parents. Dick went up to the familiar step of stairs and opened the familiar hatch.

Her room looked the same as it ever did except it was missing a certain shine, an aura of creativity. He supposed that with the owner of the room and the goddess of Creation missing that would happen.

Her scattered design sketches and pieces of fabric reminded him of the latest project she told him about. Balls of yarn from when she started knitting or would use to play with the Kwami, and Adrien from time to time. Schedule reminding him of all the plans they had for once Hawkmoth was caught.

He made his way to her desk, a secret compartment on the side of the desk had been almost invisible to all except those who were aware of its existence. Opening up the small door he let out a small gasp, the Miracle box reminding him so much of her again; 

The box was in the shape of an apple blossom, fading from red at its center to white at the tips, overall its appearance was rather simple but then again they always said appearances are deceiving. He then took out an old phonograph, a tablet, and an ancient book, the Miracle Book or Grimoire. With a sad sigh he pressed the small apple blossom’s center at the top before tapping the top petal, followed by top left, bottom right, bottom left, top right and center again. The lid to the compartment lifted, revealing seven empty slots, before opening up its petals, two layers of six petals stretching themselves so as to not cover each other. Only four compartments were being used. Using a bag he carefully stored the box inside the phonograph while using a satchel for the Grimoire and tablet.

He already told Zatanna and Zatara about the Grimoire, the two assuring him that it would be safe and that they’d even get other magic users like Constantine and Doctor Fate, who seemed to think he owed a debt to the Kwami and would honor their remaining comrade, to help protect it. The tablet could go to Tim and Barbara who’d have the best bet in perfecting the translations and encrypting it further so even if someone got their hands on it they’d have a hard time even unlocking it.

But he hadn’t thought of the Miracle box.

He looked up at the pink room with nostalgia, remembering every video chat, midnight meeting, talks at the terrace, impromptu sleepovers, designing frenzy, fashion talks, modeling session, strategy meetings, emotional breakdowns and kisses they shared in the very room.

He couldn’t help but want to take it with him.

Dick looked at her desk, a photo from when they were still Ladybug 1.0 and Robin, one he took as Dick Grayson when he commissioned her to make him a suit for the Wayne Gala (only to wear it to the Sweetheart’s Dance), one from Rolling-Stone wedding as he was twirling her around the dance floor and another from a few weeks ago when they were celebrating Hawkmoth’s capture with the Team. More photos littered her wall; Adrien and Wally arm wrestling, Artemis and Alix doing parkour, Kaldur learning some guitar from Luka, Conner being subjected to a makeover from the girls and Adrien (which he needed after his third year of wearing the same outfit), M’gann meditating with Barbara, Nino and Marc, Tim and Max looking at some sort of schematics on screen, of Jason during combat training with Kagami, Chloe and Black Canary.

It felt like a lifetime ago.

“Are you alright?” Dick hadn’t realized that the tears began to fall again. He turned around but saw no one there.

No one would be there.

“We miss her too” the voice spoke again, Dick knew he couldn’t be hallucinating, looking inside the bag he noticed the Miracle Box glowing even as it was held shut. With far more patience and calm than he truly felt Dick opened the Miracle Box again with four bursts of lights appearing as he did so.

He barely remembers Marinette explaining the Miraculous to him but he did recall the kwami’s names and powers;

Barkk, dog kwami of Bonds and Foraging.

Ziggy,  goat kwami of Endurance and Speed.

Daizzi, pig kwami of Abundance and Ingenuity.

Orikko, rooster kwami of Forethought and Cycles.

“I miss our Guardian” Daizzi cried into Ziggy who seemed to be in a similar state, Orikko looked quiet but clearly saddened given his downward feathers and comb, Barkk was the one who had been speaking to Dick.

“You loved our Guardian, she loved you very much” Barkk sniffled sadly.

Dick realized that they not only lost their Guardian but their fellow Kwami as well;

He wasn’t the only one left with a gaping hole in his heart by the love of his life and little brother.

“Hey now,” he said, taking the miniature gods into his arms in a small embrace, “You won’t be alone. We’ll make it through this, together”

As Dick made one last glance at the room, memories playing out like ghosts before him, he secured the bags containing Marinette’s precious items and made his way out of the cold apartment.

He didn’t know if he’d ever recover, just like with his parents; But he knew he wouldn’t be alone.

He just hoped that he’d make them proud, from wherever they were watching.

Nothing to fear

Forever in my hear

Blooming flowers prevail

Ko-Fi

#maribat au #Maribat #MaribatMarch2020 #Maribat March #Week 3 day 7 #Broken #Dickinette #Dick x Marinette #dick grayson x marinette dupain-cheng #AdriKon #Adrien x Conner #Adrien Agreste x Conner Kent #angst week #ml x dc #ml x yj #mlb x dc #mlb x yj #Staying Whelmed & Erable

[alltheangstmygifttoyou]

Twins Side By Side

A/N: Part Three to the Prequel to Learn To Be. This one is a little longer and goes further back in time. It’s perspective is a little wonky, it starts off in Jester’s and then goes to Jesse’s but there’s no clear cut line where I could find. Also reading back on this I admit that this is not how children of this age actually talk, but I like it so *shrug* this is why this is not going to be published xD

Word Count: 2625

TW: implied child abuse, bullying

Jester’s tiny hands gripped the rough bark as she stretched her neck to look around the gray-brown cedar tree she hid behind. Her pale lips stretched into a smile that had started to make her cheeks ache but she couldn’t stop. It was already taking all her focus to not make a sound, a task made all the more difficult from how her brother was acting. It was break time in basics school meaning lots of little children were running rampant around a large area of land with trees, playsets, and open space. Jester and her brother had decided on playing a round of hide and seek. Jesse insisted that the last time they had played this game was an entire week ago, and since he had been the one hiding then he ordered Jester to hide this time. Of course the best place to hide was in the cluster of multi-trunked cedars since there were so many thick trunks to kneel behind, and low hanging branches covered in light green leaves that pointed multiple sides. Jester kneeled for the first few minutes of the game, but once her thighs started having the feeling of a thousand needles slowly poking her she stood up and tried to make her body match the curve of the tree. Since the leaves were pointed there were plenty of miniature windows for Jester to watch her wavy haired twin sneak around the playground.

“JJ where are you?” Jesse called out, using the nickname he gave her. His voice had been at an extraordinary high pitch and she could see half of his pout. It was too much for her to take and she let out a giggle. His head whipped around and she curled herself completely behind the trunk when Jesse broke out into a run. Despite the bits of dirt, bark, and the strange, dry, residue of tree moss on her hands she covered her mouth with them to help keep quiet.

“I see you!” Jesse shouted poking his face between the two trees causing Jester to shriek and roll onto the ground. He offered a hand to her with a wide dimpled smile which she accepted. As she stood the wind blew causing the twins to stumble and hold onto each other for support. Once the wind stopped they pulled apart except for their linked hands and began walking up the slope towards the rest of the playground. The majority of the other children ignored their presence as the two went along, a few watched them for a moment before running off in a direction away from them.

“Do you want to hide now or swing?” Jester asked once they were in the center of the playset area. Around them were all sorts of places to play, from jungle gyms to tunnels to merry-go-rounds, but other kids covered those. Jesse looked around for a moment before his eyes settled on the school building. Teachers were beginning to slip outside.

“It’s almost time to go in, let’s swing,” Jesse tugged Jester’s arm signaling to her to get ready before he raced off to the swings. The two could run together as each was well aware of the others limits. Once they were at the mellow yellow swings they finally parted and Jesse took the left most swing and Jester took the one right next to him. Jester pumped her legs back as the swing went back and straightened them as it went forward. The more momentum she gained the more she put the rest of her body into the motions until she practically laid flat as her body flew up into the air.

Next to her though, Jesse put little effort into his motions, only swinging back and forth a few inches. His eyes flickered back and forth between his sisters laughing from and the other kids running around playing together. They would have officially been going to school for three weeks tomorrow and it wasn't living up to everything their mother had told him. Mother told him that he would make lots of new friends, that kids would run up to him and ask him to join their games, and at first they did. However, Jesse always brought Jester with him, and soon the kids stopped coming. It was clear they didn’t like his sister, but he didn’t understand why. She wasn’t ugly, she wore nice clothes, and was willing to play any game. In fact, when it came to games she was often on the winning team, the others should want her! However she was always picked last. These thoughts stayed with Jesse as he got off the swing and watched as Jester flew overhead and landing on the ground in a roll. They never left him even when she took his hand and led him back to class.

Throughout the the lesson on how to write all the letters of the alphabet his work was sloppy, and when Ms. Tucker called on him to answer which letter came next she had to repeat herself, because he had been too busy trying to figure the conundrum out. His sister wasn’t stupid, looking at her work it was much neater than his, if a little big. It was better than most of the other kids in class by far. She knew the ABC’s by heart and could even say them backwards when she tried. But still, they sat at a table with seats for four and only the two of them were there.

By the time mother was there to pick them up Jesse hadn’t spoken for an hour, a worrying achievement for a five year old. Jester kept looking at him, her lips pulled into a small frown but she didn’t ask him about it. Instead when mother began her normal line of questioning, asking them the same questions she had for the last few days, Jester began to answer.

“So how was school today?” Jesse normally answered these sorts of questions while Jester added little input. Mother liked it more when Jesse answered.

“It was fun, we played hide and seek and swung on the swings!” Jester’s reply ignored the fact that both of them had spent the end of the day in uncomfortable silence. Jester was much better at lying than Jesse, she was able to convince anyone of anything it seemed sometimes, but she normally used this skill to help Jesse, not herself.

“That’s nice Jester, what did you do Jesse dearest?” Mother pressed on and Jesse sunk a little in his seat. He didn’t want to talk right now. Jester’s hand snaked into his own and when he looked at her she gave him a small smile before facing the rear view mirror.

“He was the one who seeked!” Jester answered once again. Jesse felt a mix of emotions spinning around in his stomach. On one hand, he felt comforted and happy that his sister knew him so well that she could tell he didn’t want to talk, and that she was willing to get in trouble for him. Yet, on the other hand, he felt guilty that she was going to get in trouble for him once again.

“I didn’t ask you Jester, I asked Jesse,” their mother snapped before clearing her throat. “Did you learn anything new Jesse?”

“We just went over the alphabet again,” Jester went on and Jesse tightened his grip on her hand just a bit.

“Jester, let your brother speak!” Mother shouted, Jesse could see her hands were gripping the steering wheel harder as more veins popped out.

“But that’s all we did. We sat by ourselves at a table and wrote the whole alphabet on a piece of paper,” Jester went on, her voice gave the impression she was bored but her grip on Jesse’s hand kept tightening and lightening up in a steady rhythm. Jesse noticed that Jester would do that often if she was touching him while lying.

“Jester don’t make me tell you again, it is Jesse’s turn to talk,” Mother was no longer shouting but her voice was low and Jesse knew that if Jester continued to push that yelling wasn’t going to be the punishment. He wanted to open his mouth to speak, to protect her like she did for him, but there were too many feelings overwhelming him and only a high whine came from his throat. When Mother looked back Jester’s mouth was open again.

“But there’s nothing left for him to tell you. We played, we learned, and that’s all. We do everything together, so why does it matter which one of us tells you?” Jester’s voice was a loud whisper, her squeezing became quicker and less steady, and Jesse stared at her wide eyed, because she had broken an unspoken rule: don’t question Mother. Mother always went to Jesse first, Mother always wanted Jesse to talk, and Mother always took Jesse for ice cream and left Jester with Father, and she hated being asked why, especially by Jester. Mother’s shoulders were hunched up to her ears practically and her skin had grown practically white by how tense every part of her was, except her face, which was bright red.

“Jester I am done with this back talk, when your father gets home he is going to hear about how awful you’ve been to me today,” the rest of the car ride was spent in silence. Jester’s grip on Jesse’s hand squeezed tightly and did not let go, but Jesse didn’t complain. He felt nauseous from the trouble he had gotten his sister into. Despite all of it though, when he looked at Jester she still managed to give him a watery smile. At the very least, Mother was no longer asking questions.

Once inside the comfort of their own home and having taken off their dirty tennis shoes and light jackets Jesse dragged Jester to her room. He would have gone to his own but it was closer to their parent’s and he wanted as much time with Jester as possible before Father came home. Jester’s room was very different than his own. There was only one smaller window that for some strange reason their Father had painted black on the inside. A black ceiling fan provided light for the room along with a lamp with a purple cover that changed the color of the light shining from it. Her floor had a rough purple carpet and the walls were painted a dark purple while the trim was dark green. Father had taken all of her stuffies last year along with her baby blanket so her bed was only adorned with a purple comforter, green sheets, and two black pillows. Most of her toys had been taken away by Father as well only leaving a bookshelf filled with notebooks, coloring books, and children's chapter books. Her room also had a desk that had neatly organized crayons, markers, and colored pencils. Father had been kind enough to allow Jester to keep her cork board though, it was covered in photos of their family, although most of the pictures were center on Jesse and Jester together. Hanging up as well was some of the drawings they had done, like the stick figure drawing of Mother and Father hugging Jester that Jesse had drawn last week. Jesse liked seeing and remembering all the good times that the two had gone through, he was very relieved when Jester first told him Father had let her keep the board. However he couldn’t waste time looking at any pictures, he had to get his thoughts in the open.

“Jester, I’m sorry you got in trouble because of me,” Jesse began, not able to look her in the eye. Jester closed her door and hopped onto the bed patting the spot beside her. Jesse sat down next to her with a bit of effort and crossed his legs. He picked at the fuzz on his white socks instead of looking at her face to see her reaction.

“You didn’t make me keep talking. Besides, I’d rather be in trouble than you,” Jester’s voice was soft and genuine. She watched him pick off another piece of fuzz before staring at his cheek. “Why have you been not talking?” Her eyes made his face burn so he turned to look at her. Her irises started out as a light green burst around the pupil but was a darker green the rest of the way around with specks of green that was practically black sprinkled around. Jesse could see his round face reflected in her eyes, he saw his lip tremble just as he felt it.

“I don’t understand; you’re so nice,” Jesse started but a hiccup forced him to stop. He rubbed his eyes with the inside of his wrists to stop the tears. Jester didn’t say anything, and Jesse’s now blurry vision couldn’t make out her expression, but he was determined to keep going. “But none of the others will play with you, and they won’t group with us, and I don’t get why!” Jesse explained, his arms waved in the air as he spoke. Jester sat still and watched him as he spoke, her face had fallen into a neutral expression and her eyes traveled around him starting with his face and finally resting on his right thumb. Jesse rubbed at his eyes once again as he waited for her to respond, he knew she was thinking about what to say, but Jester always thought for a long time when she had something important she wanted to tell him. He would have blamed that on why other kids didn’t like her, but with anyone else she thought quickly and would almost answer immediately every time. Jesse didn’t understand what about him made it harder for her to think, and it grinded his nerves every time it happened.  

“I know the other kids don’t like me, and I’m not sure why, but I don’t care either.” Jester finally responded, although she had looked away from his thumb and stared resolutely at her lap. Jesse felt a bonfire light up in his stomach.

“But it’s not fair! You’re nice and pretty and smart and-and everything Mother says a child needs to be to get friends,” Jesse explained to her further, trying to prove to Jester that this truly was a great injustice against her. Jester hadn’t gotten the friend talk from Mother, so she must not have known the same rules as Jesse.

“Life isn’t fair,” Jester responded, practically monotone, as she repeated a phrase their Father said often. She shook her head before continuing. “Besides, I don’t need anyone else besides you Jes.” Jester smiled at him, but despite her words and actions, something about her still screamed sad to Jesse, so he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her close to him. She wrapped her arms around him as well and rested her chin on his shoulder. She was warmer than he was, it was like hugging a blanket. Out of everyone in the world, his sister gave the best hugs, but Jesse would never say that out loud since Mother would get jealous. He would have continued the embrace longer, but Jester tore herself out of his arms when the sound of the front door slamming closed reverberated around the house.

“See you tomorrow Jes,” Jester whispered as she walked him out of her room. He waved when she closed the door and ran as quietly as he could to his own room. He was only inside long enough to take a deep breath before Mother was calling for him.

“Jesse dear, let’s go out for some ice cream before dinner!”

#learn to be #writeblr #implied child abuse #tw bullying

[sportyheroesimagines]

Hey, I ADORE your work!! I was wondering if you could make a scenario of Katsumi protecting her brother from bullies (she also beats them up ofc) and how Bakugou and his fem!s/o react when they get called in from work? Thanks, LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK!

i kinda aged them up (Katsumi in highschool and Hiko in junior high) and changed the idea a bit, but i added Yoko and Yuki so enjoy!

Katsuhiko takes in a deep breath, stretching his arms upwards. His backpack sags on his shoulders, heavy with homework, but a reminder of the end of the day nonetheless. The sun hits his face and warms his cold, air-conditioned skin. Taking out his phone and headphones, Katsuhiko scrolls through his songs as he hums to himself. He sets his classics playlist, laces his hands behind his head, and walks down the steps of the academy.

“Hiiiiiiiiiiiiikoooooooo!”

Yoko leaps from the top step, bursting orange flames from her palms to propel her forward. She soars through the air. For a moment, she completely eclipses the sun with her body and her radiant smile. She giggles, landing on Katsuhiko’s back and wrapping her arms around his neck. He catches a glimpse of her vibrant, red side ponytail as she leans forward. The blond boy stumbles forward as a high-pitch yelp of surprise leaves him, headphones falling from his ears; still, he manages to stay on his feet.

“Y-Yoko-chan!” Katsuhiko stutters.

She beams at him and plants a big kiss on his cheek, right on top of a healing cut. Katsuhiko blushes. He stammers incoherently as Yoko laughs. Other students walk passed them, staring and exchanging whispers while Yoko continues to tease the nervous blond.

“Yoko!” her twin chides.

The white-haired girl runs down the steps, making sure to hold down her skirt with one hand. She trots over to Katsuhiko, who still has Yoko latched to his back like a monkey. Yuki pouts slightly and pulls Yoko off of the boy.

“You … you can’t just kiss Hiko-kun like that!” she says.

Yoko cocks her head to the side with a cheeky grin slitting her cheeks, “Why not?”

“B-Because!”

“Because you want to kiss him?”

“N-No! It’s not like that. It’s just improper.”

“Wow, Yuki,” Yoko jeers, poking her sister’s side, “if you’re so jealous just give him a kiss too.”

Yoko pushes Katsuhiko forward a bit so he is face to face with Yuki. She has to look up at him now; it seemed like just yesterday they were eye level. Katsuhiko won’t meet her eyes, but she can see the light pink dusting over his cheeks. He scratches the back of his head and, finally, catches her gaze. Yuki’s face explodes in a scarlet blush. She buries her face in her hands and shakes her head.

“You guys are so cute, it makes my head hurt,” Yoko sighs as she starts walking towards the academy gates.

Katsuhiko and Yuki exchange blushing glances before trotting after Yoko. The trio walks across the courtyard as they chat amicably, Yoko, stirring the pot as usual, while Yuki and Katsuhiko take turns blushing and chiding the red-head.

“Oh, by the way, Hiko-kun, don’t forget to bring your cello tomorrow,” Yuki says, “Sensei says we’re going to practice the accompaniment for the dance recital.”

“Right,” Katsuhiko smiles, “Thanks for reminding me, Yuki-chan.”

She blushes and nods. Her sibling rolls her eyes, pretending to gag. Then, she smirks.

“Hey, hey, Hiko, can you do any hip-hop on your cello?” Yoko asks.

“Ah, I can do a little. I’m still learning, so I’m not too good yet.”

“Well, you should do an accompaniment with me instead of Yuki,” she says, linking their arms, “Ballet is boring anyway!”

“Yoko!” Yuki objects meekly as she gently grasps the end of Katsuhiko’s sleeve, “Hiko-kun already said he’s playing with me.”

“Yeah, but ballet sucks.”

Yuki looks mildly offended, “Ballet does not ’suck!’ Hip-hop has no restraint!”

“At least it’s fun. You want Hiko to have fun, don’t you?”

“Well, I do have fun playing with Yuki-chan. I always have fun,” Katsuhiko says, “But, uh, I wouldn’t mind learning a piece to play with you, Yoko-chan.”

The three middle-schoolers continue to walk arm-in-arm. They pass through the large, intricate iron gates that separate the private academy from the outside world. The twins hold on to the young Bakugou’s arm as they wait for their parents to arrive. Katsuhiko stands quite rigidly; the twin girls continue to hold onto him, Yoko snuggling into him boldly and Yuki still holding the end of his sleeve.

The three students always seemed to garner attention. They were the children of professional heroes, of course they were always being watched. But Yoko and Yuki were known as class beauties, each of them quite popular in their respective groups. Katsuhiko was a bit different. Quiet and intelligent in school, he didn’t try to stand out, keeping a close circle of only the twins and a few select others. He just preferred to fly under the radar; it just made things a bit easier. Usually, the only acknowledgement he got was because of the twins’ association with him. And the three of them are always together.

Students filter out, getting into cars or walking down the sidewalk in pairs. Others in clubs are in the building or in the private facilities around back. The school front becomes empty soon enough. Everyone who doesn’t have a reason to stay has gone, and it’s just Katsuhiko and the twins.

A black car drives up to the sidewalk where the trio stands. A middle-aged man in a black tailored suit and a trim cap steps out. His olive green hair is neatly slicked back and his golden eyes are kind. He bows slightly to the girls with one hand on his chest, then he opens the rear door.

“Yoko-sama, Yuki-sama, I apologize for my tardiness,” he says, “Are you ready to go?”

“It’s fine, Natari-san. Just give us one moment. Hiko-kun,” Yuki says, “Who’s taking you home?”

“Katsumi’s picking me up on her bike.”

Yoko looks up and down the sidewalk, raising an eyebrow, “Well, I don’t see her.”

“She’ll be here,” he affirms.

Yuki moves closer to Katsuhiko, brushing her arm against his, that same shy expression on her face. Small frost crystals spread across the fabric of Katsuhiko’s blazer as she clutches the edge of his sleeve. She exchanges a look with her twin. Yoko stands in front of them with her hands on her hips; Katsuhiko recognizes the fiery look in her eyes.

“Do you want us to wait with you?” Yoko asks.

Katsuhiko shakes his head, “I’m fine. You guys go.”

Both girls hesitate.

“Hiko, are you sure? You know Natari can just drive you home. What if—”

“I’ll be fine,” He nods, “And we have to pick up some things from the store anyway.”

Yoko looks him up and down with a skeptical look and a raised eyebrow, but she doesn’t try to press him any further. The red-head flips her side ponytail over her shoulder as she checks the surrounding again. Still, the only people waiting in front of the stone wall are the three of them. Yoko takes a step towards Katsuhiko; like her sister, she has to look up at him to meet his eyes, just slightly though. Then she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him close for a hug. Yuki gasps with surprise and a furious blush heats her face. She embraces him from behind, arms hugging his torso.

Yoko is the first to let go. She pulls away,  stares at his face for a moment, then goes to the black car. Yuki lingers for a moment. She presses her nose into his back and holds him even tighter. Katsuhiko covers one of her hands with his.

“Hiko-kun, there’s no one out here. You should wait inside,” Yuki says worriedly, “You know, just in case… “

Katsuhiko smiles, “Hey, I’ll be fine. You know how fast Katsumi is. She’s probably riding over here right now.”

He can feel her nod. Yuki lets him go so he can turn around to face her. That cut on his chin is finally starting to close; the gash is scabbing over, crusting and a bit itchy but healing nonetheless. Katsuhiko pulls her into a hug. His hand pets the back of her head. He lets her go and smiles as widely as his injury will allow.

Yuki hesitates. She bites her lower lip, then gives him a chaste kiss on the cheek before scurrying to the car. She looks at him, face flushed, as Natari closes the door. He steps into the driver’s seat and takes off down the road. Katsuhiko leans back against the stone wall, watching the black car until it drives out of sight. He takes out his phone and headphones again. Putting in his earbuds, he plays a random song and mimes strumming his cello. Katsuhiko hum as he continues to play his air instrument.

“Oh, this is where you’ve been. Hey, Bakugou.”

Katsuhiko shudders when a hand pulls out one of his headphones. He turns and catches a glimpse of blue hair in his periphery; he stumbles back a bit. Three boys stand before him. The leader, the boy with the azure hair, grips Katsuhiko’s shoulder. He bends over and leers at him; his narrow, slit eyes look Katsuhiko over like prey. The blond averts his gaze.

“Hi, Aoki,” he mutters.

“That’s Aoki-san to you.”

“Right … Aoki-san. Sorry.”

Aoki looks around, “Those Todoroki girls aren’t around?”

“They left.”

“Ah, what a shame,” a limber red-headed boy sighs. His hair is long, bangs obscuring his eyes from view. He sucks his teeth as he strolls around Katsuhiko with a hand tucked into his pant pocket.

“I mean, Yoko’s pretty hot, but she’s just a little too feisty. Her sister though… Yuki… ” he says as he rubs his chin, “Yuki’s such a sweet girl. So timid and cute and she’d do just about anything to protect you. I thought we could have some fun like last time. Remember, Bakugou?”

Katsuhiko bites his lower lip, hands curling into trembling fists. His scabs stings. Of course he remembers. He remembers the pain and the shouting and the look on Yuki’s face and his own helplessness. Aoki grins; Katsuhiko averts his gaze. Shame like that didn’t just disappear over night. The blue-haired boy chuckles.

“He looks scared, Akashi,” another boy, short, full-faced with neatly-combed green hair, snickers. His round belly jiggles as he chortles.

“I think you’re right, Midorino. Why don’t you hold him. You know, make him feel safe.”

He walks around Katsuhiko and jerks one of his arms behind him. He hisses with pain, arching his back and rising up on his toes. Midorino’s thick fingers wrap around his wrist, grasp like a vice claw. He doesn’t try to break away though. There would be no point, seeing as Katsuhiko is more than familiar with the stocky boy’s brutal brand of strength.

“Feel better now?” Midorino asks, his hot breath at the shell of the blond’s ear.

“I think he’s feeling a lot better.”

Aoki smiles, cupping Katsuhiko’s face. He rubs his thumb over the scabbed gash on his face. Katsuhiko flinches and squirms in Midorino’s hold. Aoki digs his nails into the cut. Blood beads at his fingertip, dripping down Katsuhiko’s cheek as he twists his thumb in further. The blond Bakugou hisses in pain, but compliance is better than resistance.

“So where’s your little dance bag Bakugou?” Aoki asks.

Katsuhiko doesn’t answer at first, averting his gaze. Aoki scowls; he jabs his thumb into the wound. It gapes open, scab completely removed. Blood droplets race down Katsuhiko’s cheek and stain the collar of his white button-up shirt. Aoki pulls his hand back and slaps Katsuhiko across the face. The blue-haired boy looks as his bloodied hand in disgusts. He grabs the tail end of the blond’s blazer and cleans himself up. Aoki  lifts Katsuhiko’s chin, forcing him to look into Aoki’s endless black orbs.

“Don’t ignore Hachi, sissy boy,” Midorino barks, “He asked you a question.”

“I … I didn’t bring it. I don’t have it today,” he answers in a voice barely above a squeaky whisper.

“Oh, now that’s disappointing, man,” Akashi sighs, shaking those long bangs of his, “No Yuki and no dance bag? What a let down.”

“You should make it up to us,” Aoki says while grins, “Why don’t we go behind the building. More privacy, you know.”

Katsuhiko can feel his heart pounding as he’s walked back into the schoolyard by the three boys. Midorino still has vice grip latched on Katsuhiko’s wrist. It’s like he’s a prisoner being led to the execution chamber by lumbering guards. Aoki and Akashi walk ahead of him, chatting with each other as if they aren’t about to beat him within an inch of his life. The group finds a nice private area, far enough from the club activities in the sports yard, but still close to the building. If he screamed or shouted for help, he might be heard, but Katsuhiko bites his lip.

It wouldn’t be worth it.

It wouldn’t even help.

It would make it so much worse. It always does.

Still, he can’t keep his nerves under control. He shakes. He trembles with fear. Anything could happen and nothing could save him. Perspiration pools in his palms, hands drenched from anxiety as three boys gather around him. Smoke wisps from his fingertips; his palms begin to spark, popping with light and heat. Midorino hisses and releases Katsuhiko. He shoves the boy into the ground. Dirt and filth cover his uniform and invade his mouth. He coughs, the earthy taste of the ground coating his lips. Katsuhiko manages to sit himself up on his knees, but every appendage seems to be quaking. He looks up at the boys surrounding him.

“Oh, using your Quirk, huh?” Aoki says, “That means I can use mine too, right? You know, self defense.”

Akashi laughs. He takes a moment to kick Katsuhiko in the gut. He rolls over and holds stomach, curling into the fetal position. Aoki grabs a handful of the Bakugou’s fluffy, ash blond hair. He is jerked to his feet; tears prick in his eyes. Aoki gets close to Katsuhiko’s ear and smiles. A long scythe begins to perforate through the skin of Aoki’s sternum. The blade is deep blue and shining with a mucus membrane as it slowly slits through his shirt, curving downwards. The tip of the scythe pricks the skin above his spine; he winces, arching his back. Aoki jerks Katsuhiko’s head back, and the blade pierces his skin. Katsuhiko cries out. Akashi covers his mouth, wagging his finger in a chastising manner.

“Ah, ah, ah, don’t move. Hachi’s scythes are really sharp. You don’t want to get hurt do you?” Akashi asks.

He opens up his other hand, palm facing upwards. Katsuhiko shakes his head, but Akashi nods with a dark grin stretched across his face. Deep black holes begin to open in his skin; they’re irregular circles, varying in size and shape. Katsuhiko’s eyes widen for a moment, then squeeze shut. A pair of antennae peeks out from one of the hole, wiggling, scenting the air. Centipedes, beetles, spiders and other various arthropods all emerge from Akashi’s dermis. The swarm up the red-head’s arm in a black mass of antenna and legs, crawling all over Katsuhiko. He feels each individual leg as the bugs disappear down the collar of his shirt. Katsuhiko struggles; instinctively, his body squirms and tries to distance himself from Akashi, but, again, he is stabbed by Aoki’s scythe. Tears bead in Katsuhiko’s eyes. They fall down his cheeks like the snot dripping from his nose. The salt from his tears stings the open gash on his cheek, but it’s nothing compared to the blade in his back and the insects biting his abdomen. Katsuhiko lets out an involuntary cry into Akashi’s palm, eyes opening in pain.

“You know, I hate people with gaudy names like yours,” Aoki whispers in Katsuhiko’s ear, “‘Victorious prince.’ You’re parents must’ve been high as hell when they named you that. Because you’re so damn pathetic.”

Midorino snorts, “You got that right.”

Katsuhiko flinches.

“Just look at you,” Akashi laughs, “Son of a pro hero but you always need someone to save you. Bakugou, you’re nothing but a dancing, sissy boy, a little princess who’s scared of bugs, a little puss—“

He’s suddenly cut off by a deep thud; Akashi falls over, landing on his side. A hot pink bike helmet rolls for a few paces before stopping upright , and all eyes are on the object that just silenced the red head. Midorino and Aoki can already see the angry, red welt starting to form at Akashi’s temple. The three look over in the direction the helmet came from. A high schooler stands with her hands on her hips. They can’t quite make out her face, but she wears a U.A. uniform and a black biker helmet with orange flames decorating the sides. She walks towards them.

“Oi, oi, oi,” she says, “What the hell is going on here?”

“None of your damn business!” Aoki spits back.

She sighs, “Nah, I think it is my fucking business.”

For a second, she appears to vanish, leaving only a small cloud of dust where her feet stood. Aoki looks around somewhat frantically. He turns his head to the left then right and left again. When he glances back to his right side, the high school girl is there, staring down at him. She grabs Aoki by the back of his collar and drags him away from from Katsuhiko. She throws him into the dirt. Aoki tumbles, landing beside Akashi.

“It’s my fucking business because that’s my fucking brother!” Katsumi shouts as she points in Katsuhiko’s direction, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Katsumi glares at Midorino. Her scarlet eyes burn with anger and intensity behind spiky (h/c) bangs. She bares her teeth at him, bucking her shoulders. Midorino flinches, but tries to stand his ground. Again, Katsumi seems to vanish, leaving only a disturbed spot in the dirt where she stood. Midorino activates his Quirk. He pounds his fists together and the muscles on his arms begin to swell. The fabric of his uniform starts to rip, tearing around bulging biceps.

“Come on!” he shouts, “You’re just a girl anyway, let’s see if you can handle my—“

Katsumi appears again, jamming both her fists into his large stomach. All the air is knocked out of Midorino’s body, and snot and spit come flying from his face as he flies backwards. His back slam into the building wall, cracking some of the bricks. He falls to the dirt with a thud. Katsumi spits on the ground then goes to collect the hot pink helmet. She dusts it off, blowing dirt off and shining it with her sleeve.

“Hey, bitch!” Aoki says as he stumbles to his feet, “We’re not done you know.”

She turns around, giving him a bored look. He grows more scythes from his body. Blades protrude from his arms and legs and back and chest. Aoki laughs. Katsumi walks towards him, holding the helmet over her shoulder. She strolls by him and pokes him in the forehead with her index finger. Aoki blinks.

And all of the scythes on his body are snapped in half. He stumbles back falling to his knees. He stares dumbly at the broken blades then looks up at Katsumi who holds a fragment between her fingers.

“Your Quirk looks scary and these scythes are kinda sharp, but they’re brittle as fuck,” she says, tossing the sharp piece aside, “Fucking pathetic.”

“But when did…”

Katsumi ignores his questions, “Look, next time you mess with my brother, you’ll be going home with more than broken scythes. You know? Don’t mess with him again.”

She walks over to her brother. He is still sitting in the dirt, and he won’t meet her eyes. Katsumi extends her hand to him.

“Come on.”

Katsuhiko grasp her hand; she helps pull him to his feet. She quickly throws off the remaining bugs on him. He won’t look at her. Katsumi hands him his helmet then his backpack. He slides both on, latching the helmet buckle under his chin. He can tell Katsumi is staring at him, but she doesn’t say anything. He silently follows her to her bike. It’s a standard pedal bicycle, painted orange and olive. But their mother fitted the bike with a reinforced frame and fat tires to withhold the force Katsumi exerts.

She hops on and waits for Katsuhiko to sit on the back rack. He sits, wrapping his arms around Katsumi’s waist and placing his non-bleeding cheek on her back.

“Are you alright?” she asks.

“Yeah.”

“Were those the same bastards who gave you that cut?”

“Yeah.”

“So this has happened before.”

He’s silent.

“Hiko, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know.”

He does know. He didn’t say anything because it always just gets worse. Now, he’s the boy who had to be saved by his sister. There’d never be an end to it.

“Why didn’t you wait inside?”

“I didn’t think you’d be running late.”

She blushes for a second, kicking herself mentally and reminding herself to kick a certain shark-toothed boy’s ass for making her tardy.

“I-I got held up with some extra club activities. Sorry.”

Both of them know it’s a lie. She didn’t have club today.

“So why didn’t you have the Todoroki twins wait with you? I know they wouldn’t have minded.”

“I didn’t want to drag them into it.”

“Why didn’t you fight back then?”

“I don’t know.”

“So you thought getting your ass beat was the best option?”

“I don’t know … Can we just go home?” he asks in a weak voice, tightening his grip on his sister.

She sighs, “Yeah, let’s go home. I’m sorry I was late. I won’t let it happen again.”

Katsuhiko nods.

“Okay, hold on.”

“Hey, Katsumi?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

She lets out a breath, “Dummy, there’s nothing to be thanking me for.”

Katsumi begins to pedal at a rapid pace, and the bike takes off, tires squeaking against the pavement. Katsuhiko holds her waist and closes his eyes as wind rushes in and out of his ears.

#bakugou #domestic AU #domestic bakugou #domestic todoroki #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #who is shark tooth boy lol jk we all know right

[willofhounds]

I need to connect

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23330155

A/N Once again this will be another one-shot.

Warnings: No happy ending. Soulmate au. Aizawa/Izuku pair

"Speaking"

:Thoughts:

Aizawa's POV

Coffee in between hero work and before he was needed at the school was his usual routine. There was one shop in town that made the best roast. It was strong enough to keep him awake most mornings.

Shouta was more exhausted than normal, however. More than one cup was needed to keep him alert.

Heroes from all over the city were called in for a fight. Apparently, the Kings were at it again. Normally heroes didnt interfere with the Kings as they kept to themselves. However, the Red and Blue King were becoming increasingly public with their fights. It seemed almost as if a war between them was on the horizon.

Just before the appearance of quirks, there was a discovery in Germany. Scientists had found a Slate with unrecognizable carvings etched into it. They called it a relic and began to study it.

Germans and the Japanese thought it would create the next level of soldiers for war. Given the state of their world at the time it could have made the difference. If they could only learn how to forcefully activate the relic.

The relic was rightfully dubbed the Slate. By bringing mice as test subjects they found the Slate resonated with certain rats. When they resonated with it the rat would gain heightened intelligence or extra powers. Their powers were marked by a sword above their heads. It would be later named a Sword of Damocles.

Despite the scientists' best efforts, they were unable to get it to resonate with a human. Until a bombing run happened on their facility. More than half of the scientists were killed. Including a young scientist who was the twin sister of the head scientist.

Her brother was saved by the Slate's power and was given the power of the Silver Sword of Damocles. Adolf K. Weissman became the First and Silver King.

After that Japan took it back with them. A young Lieutenant became the Second and Gold King. With Weissman wanting nothing to do with the world any longer he took control over it.

As time passed it was revealed that there were 7 Swords of Damocles. Those who wielded the Swords and the powers that came with them were declared Kings. Kings only answered to themselves and in serious situations the Gold King.

Then came quirks and with the heroes. In the beginning heroes and villains alike fought against the Kings. It wasnt until the Gold King stepped in that peace between heroes and Kings resumed.

As long as innocents weren't injured the Kings would answer only to each other. Clansman had to answer to laws just like normal citizens. Though most ignored that rule. They felt the only ones they answered to were the Kings that commanded them.

Times were changing though. The Gold King was getting old and could no longer keep control over the younger generation. SCEPTER4 led by the Blue King stepped in when things got too dangerous. Or if the Red King was involved.

Heroes were beginning to be needed for rescues more often than before. SCEPTER4 could create shields to protect civilians but the flames of HOMRA were powerful. If the police even though it was HOMRA, SCEPTER4 would be immediately notified.

Heroes couldn't even put out the fire correctly until the Red King left. His mere presence was enough to keep the flames going.

Last night had been no different. Shouta helped rescue trapped civilians while SCEPTER4 tried to suppress HOMRA. At one point it appeared the Red King had lost control over his powers. Even at the first aid site half a mile away, they could feel the heat.

It was well after three am when the two groups dispersed. More than a dozen members of HOMRA were captured and arrested for their part in the destruction. None of them seemed particularly important and that frustrated the underground hero.

As he entered his favorite coffee shop he noted that it was mostly empty. A boy maybe in his late teens or early twenties was ordering at the counter. From the back all he could see was his green hair and that he was wearing a black t-shirt with jeans. The way he held himself spoke of quiet confidence.

The barista said cheerfully, "Its good to see you again, Midoriya. Your usual again today? How is Totsuka doing?"

Midoriya replied equally as cheerful, "I am well. Need Mr. Kusangi, Tatara, and Mr. Mikoto's coffee as well today. Mr. Kusangi was injured last night against the mafia group that's been causing trouble. Then the Blues showed up and only aggravated his injury. So Tatara and I will be running the bar."

There was a widening in the barista's eyes as she exclaimed, "Oh no! Poor Mr. Kusanagi. I know he means a lot to you guys. He's always looking after those of us who can't look after ourselves. Or those of us who are being bullied. Before HOMRA we had no one we could really go to for help. Heroes in this area are too overworked to help with anything like the mafia."

Shouta froze in surprise. HOMRA attacked a mafia group? That was why they were out last night?

That didnt fit their M.O. From what he learned they were a ragtag group who focused on their own needs. Heroes and the police never considered that there might be more behind the fights.

Midoriya answered, "We will always look after those that we can. If anyone else tries to let me or Tatara know. Or you drop by the bar anytime."

"Goodbye, Midoriya. Tell Mr. Kusanagi that we all hope that heals quickly."

Midoriya turned to face Shouta who stayed as relaxed as possible. He couldn't arrest this kid right now. Not only was he likely another small fry. Heroes and police couldn't take in a King or clansman unless they were committing a crime.

He was lucky that his hero clothes could be mistake for civilian clothes. Unless he pulled his goggles out from under his scarf then he wouldn't be seen as a hero.

Midoriya passed by him and because of the small space between Shouta and the door. Their shoulders bumped. Right where the soulmate mark that he had hidden every day since he decided he wanted to be a hero. The younger man didnt even pause as he went through the door.

Another thing that had appeared with quirks and King were soulmates. Most people had a soulmate and when they turned seven their mark appeared on their body. Shouta's was of a black cat with red eyes and a green bunny encircled by a red flame. Connecting the two animals were a white that looked like his capture scarf.

Something itched in the back of his mind. It felt off in a way but for the moment he ignored it. He needed information and this was the best spot to get it. A quick text to Hisashi asked his friend to watch his homeroom class.

With that done he approached the counter. The barista gave him a grin and inquired, "What can I get for you?"

Shouta replied nodding over his shoulder at the door, "Black coffee with two sugars, please. What can you tell me about that boy?"

"Midoriya?" She questioned absent-mindedly, "Honestly not much. I first met him when HOMRA first took him in. Word is that his mother was murdered by a villain. HOMRA took him in when his father abandoned him. Ever since that day he has not left them. Like most members, he is loyal to a fault."

"Do you know his first name?"

She nodded as she replied, "Izuku I believe. Izuku Midoriya."

That was all the information she could give on the teenager. It was enough however that he could start an investigation when he got back to the school.

As he expected both Hizashi and Nemuri cornered him as soon as he returned. They were curious about why he would be late. It wasn't often that he was late beyond a few minutes.

With some well-timed snaps, he was able to get then to back off. He didnt want to get them involved until he was sure about the boy. That would require research.

What he found was alarming. Izuku Midoriya was classified as a missing person but presumed dead. Inko Midoriya had been murdered by an unknown villain in their home when he was just 6 years old. Hisashi Midoriya had taken custody of the child for a short time before he disappeared.

Three months after the murder of his wife Hisashi filed a missing person's report on Izuku. The police searched but there were no signs of the boy. It was as if he disappeared off the face of the earth.

If he was picked up by HOMRA then that would make sense. If Midoriya was part of the fighting then the higher ranking members would protect him until he could protect himself.

Shouta's estimation of his age was right on the mark. Midoriya was 17 almost eighteen now. He had been with HOMRA for over a decade. That would make the bonds thicker than blood. It would also make him one of the first clansmen.

When the mother was murder Mikoto Souh had only been a King for a few months. Would a King mark a child as a clansman was the question. There wasn't enough information to answer it.

In the afternoon he took a nap in preparation for the upcoming evening. He awoken not by his alarm but by his soulmate mark burning like it was on fire. Anger that was not own coursed through his mind.

A moment later his phone went off. An officer said on the other side where explosions could be heard, "Eraserhead! You need to get down to the Southside immediately. Villains have acted HOMRA's base!"

Fuck! Absolutely nothing good could come of this.

Izuku's POV

He ducked behind Mikoto as a blue flamed villain rushed at HOMRA. The heat that his King gave off in response even made members of HOMRA flinch. They were strong and resistant to fire. That did not make them invincible, however.

There wasn't time to hide behind his King. He had a job to do that only he could perform.

Most of the clan were heavy tanks like fighters. There were three who preferred to stay out of the fighting.

One was Anna Kushina. She was the princess of HOMRA. Like Izuku she had been taken in when her family abandoned her. She was born a Strain. Someone who had abilities but they didnt come from a King. She could see the auras of Kings and clansmen. As a second ability given when she became a clansman, she gained a location ability. They thought she had a slight clairvoyance ability but it was hard to tell.

The second was Tatara Totsuka. He was a friend of Mikoto and Izumo before HOMRA was founded. Tatara held the ability to calm the hearts of those around him. In all the years he had known the older man he had never seen him fight. Always using his ability to stop a fight before it truly began.

Finally was Izuku. After his mother was murdered by a villain and his father abandoned him Mikoto took him in. With the help of Izumo and Tatara, he learned what he would in school. Through Mikoto, he learned how to fight.

Unlike the others, Izuku could use his flames in a fight. The difference was that he chose not to. He held the ability of barriers. Drawing runes in blood activated flame barriers. If you did not carry the mark of the Third King then you could not pass through the barrier.

It wasnt a perfect technique. The amount of time it took to create the runes in made him a target. Though he found out if they weren't removed then they could be used multiple times.

There were traps laid all around the bar for just such an event. Still, he had to set extra rune circles. That would make the barriers stronger. It also gave Yata and Rikio time to evacuate the civilians.

As he finished drawing the final rune he sat back on his heels. Blood dripped from his palm onto the ground. To get adequate blood to draw runes with he had to cut open his palm. He activated his red aura cauterizing the wound. Another pink and silver scar appeared on his palm.

Bringing up his wrist he tapped on his watch calling Yata. The younger boy answered, "Yo?"

"Are all the civilians evacuated? The runes are drawn and ready to be activated," he said watching as Izumo's flames struck out at the villains.

The villains were a tag team that he had seen before on the news. One had a size quirk that allowed his body to grow to enormous sizes. The other could shrink whatever they touched. Including organic materials.

It made sense that Izumo was the one fighting him. Izumo used his lighter to attack at long range. He was the strategist of HOMRA.

Yata replied, "All civilians are evacuated. We are ready for a full-on attack. Be ready to raise the barriers. Yata out!"

Izuku shouted disconnecting his phone, "As soon as Yata and Rikio enter the circle I'll activate the barrier! Anyone not suited for this fight fall back and assist the injured civilians!"

"Sir!"

Members of HOMRA sprung into action. The lower members ran towards the villains. They would keep the villains from escaping. The middle-ranked members were leaving the area to assist the civilians.

Two taps to his shoulder signaled that Yata and Rikio were entering the barrier site. A twinge of annoyance went through the back of his mind. It wasn't his own annoyance. This wasnt the time to think about such a thing though. He had to set the barrier.

Izuku put himself on the battle side of the barrier. Cutting open his hand again he placed his bloodied palm on the primary rune circle. A black shadow rushed across the barrier line into the fighting. It was already too late to stop him from activating his aura the circle's flames erupted from them. It formed a barrier of fire.

He shouted above the fighting, "King barrier is set!"

Mikoto only turned to give him a slight nod. Then nonchalantly joined the fight. Even against villains with quirks he never went all out. The only time Izuku ever sees him get serious was against Reisi Munakata.

Reisi and Mikoto fought like cats and dogs. It was because they were order and chaos in terms of their powers. Blue and red Kings were forever destined to clash. No one could say otherwise.

Izuku stood ready to join the fight when he found an unwelcome sight within the barrier. A man in black sweats with a scarf wrapped around his shoulders stood there. Covering his eyes were a pair of yellow goggles.

It took a moment for Izuku to recognize him. It was the man he bumped into at the coffee shop. Those goggles themselves struck a cord within Izuku. They looked just like the one on his soulmate mark.

His mind was racing. They bumped shoulders in the coffee shop. That was when he started feeling emotions that weren't his. The shoulder that he bumped held his soulmate mark.

The man asked watching the fights as they broke out, "What is going on here?"

Izuku pulled a lighter from his pocket as he said, "Villains attacked our home. Without heed of the civilian's homes that line our streets they attacked. Low and middle-ranking members kept them busy while everyone else evacuated civilians. HOMRA may seem like reckless thugs to you, hero but we care for those who cannot defend themselves. The barrier of fire was only set when everyone was gone."

Eyes widened behind the goggles. Izuku could feel the man's surprise and understanding. Everyone looked down upon HOMRA for being a gang of thugs. The lower-ranked members fit that bill more than the higher-ranked.

Outside of fighting with the Blues HOMRA tended to keep to themselves. It was only when one of their own was threatened that they picked fights.

Izuku was startled by a flash of movement that did not belong to the fighters. Just inside the doorway of the bar stood Anna and Tatara.

What in the twelve hells were they doing outside of the bar? Orders were to stay in King's room.

Mikoto snapped, "Midoriya! Protect Totsuka!"

That had him moving ignoring the possibility that he ran into his soulmate.

:No Blood. No Bone. No Ash,: he chanted within his mind.

The tiny embers that lay just beneath the surface of his skin erupted into flames. He didn't need the cadence for setting barriers. If he wanted to fight then he needed the embers ignited into a true flame.

Rushing to Tatara's side he checked on both he and Anna. They were in good health. Simply watching the fight between the clan and the villains.

The lighter in his hands was just like the one Izumo carried. In fact, most of the middle-ranked members and higher had one. It didnt matter if you smoked or not. The lighters carried the mark of HOMRA engraved into the metal.

They were a right of passage for every clansman. After serving the clan for a year each clansman was given a lighter and a pack of cigarettes carrying the mark. They would forever be a reminder. No matter where you went or if their paths strayed from that of the clan. They would forever be apart of HOMRA.

Izuku used him as a long-range weapon. The metal was strong enough to withstand the flames of his King after all. It would be a waste not to use it when he didnt smoke.

Watching the fight play out was just like the others. Misaki Yata the red-haired vanguard attacked using his skateboard for speed and extra power. Both he and Rikio acted as tanks. They hit hard and blocked attacks meant for the King.

Izumo was watching for any sort of opening to land long distant attacks. The stiffness of his posture spoke of the pain he was in. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't even be in the battle but it was all hands on deck with this attack.

And the King... Mikoto was never one to go with any plan other than his own. The man had heat radiating off of him. Nearby metal object began to distort the closer he got to them. The two villains froze as Mikoto closed in on them.

Above their heads was the Red Sword of Damocles in its glory. Their fires were feeding off of its strength. Fires that were nothing in comparison to the King's.

A rough sounding unfamiliar voice said next to him, "So this is the power of a King. I have not seen this up close like this before."

It was the man from the shop. What was he doing following Izuku?

Izuku responded with a growl, "This is just Mikoto toying with them. Only us clansmen are truly giving it our all. We wish to end this before the Blues decide to make an appearance. Who are you?"

The goggle bearing man replied, "I am the underground hero Eraserhead. I've seen the destruction your people cause. It's hard to believe that you would be attacked without provoking it."

"You're just like everyone else," Izuku bit out scathingly, "You only see what we do in the present second. You don't see past that at why we do what we do. Or at what cost..."

A hand closed around his shoulder cutting Izuku off. A pleasantly warm and calming fire went through him. It calmed his anger at the man in front of him.

Looking back he saw the warm light brown eyes of Tatara staring at him. There was a slight shake of the man's head. Izuku took a deep breath to calm his anger.

Heroes were all the same. They looked down upon the clans. Thought so little of them that they were little more than villains. That wasn't the truth, however.

HOMRA took a lot of the blame for people just having fire quirks. It was easier to write off for the police than spending time actually investigating. They didnt deserve that kind of reputation. HOMRA looked after each other. The eyes were family. Sometimes the only family that they could count on.

Tatata said his eyes turning cold in a way that was rarely seen for the soft-spoken blond, "You should not underestimate a clan's determination. Or let what you see on the outside affect your judgment," then something shifted in his face and the Tatara so lover why the clan returned, "Come by the bar sometime. Find out who we really are and what it means to be HOMRA."

There was that gentleness that showed a scared child that there was still good in this world. With his insistence, Izuku was taken in by HOMRA. He became the youngest clansman of the red clan.

Eraserhead huffed and a flash of annoyance went through Izuku. It wasn't his own. The soulmate bond there was no denying it any longer.

Then suddenly the man leaped forward. Using his scarf he attacked the villain that had strayed to close to them. A quick knee to the face and the villain was out cold. It all happened in an instant. If he had not been watching he would have missed it entirely.

The second one who was already pinned to the ground painfully by the vanguards. Yata had his foot planted in the villain's back. The others had his hands tied so that he couldn't getaway.

Mikoto called out, "Brat, take down the barrier. We will hand these two over tonight," Mikoto bent down to growl at the one they had pinned.

It was too far for Izuku to hear but he had an idea. Most likely a threat for them to never return to the city. While not all of it was HOMRA territory they would know if these two came back. If they did they would not survive the second encounter.

Concentrating on the runes he destroyed the primary rune circle. The barrier fell with it. The flames dissipating almost immediately. The buildings and roads were scorched but without any permanent damage.

Almost as soon as they fell the area was swarmed with police, SCEPTER4, and heroes. Choosing to ignore them he went to check on members of his clan. A handful of lower-ranked members had some broken bones but nothing too serious. Izumo was by far the worst off. He tore his stitches in the fighting. Pale he was barely able to remain standing.

As third in command of the clan Izuku began barking orders. That had the ranks moving and taking the injured inside the bar. The uninjured formed a perimeter in order to keep out unwanted guests.

Mikoto and the higher ranking members faced off with SCEPTER4. They were tired from fighting with the two villains but they would stand their ground.

Eraserhead called out, "Heroes stand down," eyes turned towards the man questioning his order, "HOMRA did not start this fight. They were attacked by these villains. As is their right they protected themselves and subdued them."

Police and heroes alike gave them wary looks and a wide berth. The vanguard released the unconscious villain while Eraserhead put cuffs on his. Mikoto aided Izumo back into the bar followed soon by Tatara and Anna.

Izuku stayed to answer the police and heroes' questions as well as those from SCEPTER4. A small smile crossed his face when he caught Reisi glancing at the bar with carefully concealed worry. Only six people knew this but Reisi and Izumo were soulmates. Their soul marks were of the Red and Blue Swords of Damocles circling in harmony. An action very rarely seen in their time.

As much as he disliked the clan itself he would not deny the man information. If it was him he would hope someone would alert him on the changes of his soulmate.

As the heroes and police began to disperse the civilians returned to their homes. Many called out thanks to Izuku and asked him to wish his clan well.

He approached the Blue King cautiously eyeing the stiffening members of SCEPTER4. Reisi held up his hand to stop them from coming any closer then stepped so that he met Izuku halfway. A flash of jealousy went through Izuku but he quashed it knowing it was not his own.

Izuku said with a small smile, "He overextended himself," there was a furrowing of the King's brow as the only sign of his worry, "Don't worry he will be fine in a few days."

There was a near-silent sigh of relief and tension released from the other's shoulders. In a whisper, Reisi said, "Thank you. Look after him and Souh. Those two are always getting into some trouble."

Then he turned and began barking orders. Slowly even SCEPTER4 began to leave. Then only Izuku and Eraserhead were left. With a glare in the man's direction, Izuku turned to head inside the bar.

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Two of you wanted it so here it is, my OC fact file! I got 8 people to go through so yeah, let's go!

1st OC

Name-Daniel Fletcher

Age-16

Gender-Male

Sexuality-Gay

Boyfriend-Elijah

Appearance-Short, dark red hair(He dyed it), big blue eyes, pale, skinny and short

Personality-Sassy, easily embarrassed, likes annoying Elijah

Backstory-Daniel's parents never really got along but they always tried to let their son have the best life possible, that is until his mum found out his dad is cheating with another, younger woman. The pair got a divorce and Daniel left with his mum. He does see his dad sometimes but not often. When he came out as gay, his mum was really supportive and she said she would love him no matter what. Once Daniel was old enough (16) he enrolled into Nexus School of Magical Creatures, the most successful school in the country, and he lived in the dorms. Daniel shared a dorm with Elijah and discovered that he had a crush on him. Eventually, Daniel said something about it and the two started dating.

It took me ages to just do one oh fuck what have I done?

2nd OC

Name-Elijah Phillips

Age-17

Gender-Male

Sexuality-Pansexual

Boyfriend-Daniel

Appearance-Short light brown almost ginger hair, green eyes, slightly tanned, average weight and tall.

Personality-A bit flirty (Scratch that, very flirty), loving, loves embarrassing Daniel.

Backstory-Elijah was born into a happy family who loved and cared for him. That is until he came out. His family were Christian and hated anyone who 'went against God'. All the hatred towards him made him run away and stay at his friend's house until he got excepted at Nexus School and went to live in the dorms there. He shared a dorm with Daniel and felt like he wanted to be more than friends. Daniel told him about his feelings and they started dating.

2 down, 6 to go

3rd OC

Name-Nathan Hunterson

Age-17

Gender-Male

Sexuality-Pansexual

Partner-Jayden

Appearance-Blonde hair, brown eyes, very tanned, muscular and average height.

Personality-Energetic, caring, always fussing about Jayden.

Backstory-Nathan and his twin sister are orphans who were put into foster care for a while. Nathan was always the favourite twin, no matter who they were with. They stayed in foster care until they were accepted into Nexus school where they would live in the dorms. He shared a dorm with his partner Jayden as they knew each other already. Nobody knows what happened to their parents but nobody wants to find out.

Why am I doing this to myself?

4th OC

Name-Jamie Calldering

Age-16

Gender-Male

Sexuality-Straight

Boyfriend/Girlfriend-Nobody

Appearance-Short black hair, big brown eyes, dark skin, average weight and average height

Personality-Depressed, lonely, only really trusts one person (Alisha)

Backstory-Jamie was always the outcast in his friend group and when he told them he was asexual, it got worse. His parents were very disappointed and they wanted out of the house and all his friends thought he was broken. Which is why, when he was accepted into Nexus School, he packed all his stuff up and went to live in the dorms. He shared a dorm with Alisha, his old friend.

Oh we're half way there, ohh living on a prayer!

5th OC

Name-Jayden Ferrel

Age-17

Gender-Non-binary

Sexuality-Bisexual

Boyfriend-Nathan

Appearance-Strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, a a little pale, skinny, tall

Personality-Funny, anxious, pikes to point out other's mistakes.

Backstory-Jayden was born into a very wealthy family who all loved each other. And it mostly stayed the same when Jayden said they were non-binary. When they were accepted into Nexus School they was worried and though nobody would accept them, until they met Nathan, who said that everyone would be accepting, which they were.

Ok I'm close so fucking close I can do this...Can I?

6th OC

Name-Alisha Frederickson

Age-17

Gender-Female

Sexuality-Straight

Boyfriend-Nobody

Appearance-Long ginger hair, brown eyes, slightly tanned, a little overweight and short, but not as short as Daniel, he's the shortest.

Personality-Always happy, sometimes sassy, wants to befriend everyone.

Backstory-Alisha was bullied back in her old school and by her own parents because she was slightly overweight. She eventually met Jamie who was nice and accepting. When she got accepted into Nexus she was over the moon and when she heard that Jamie was also accepted she just couldn't contain her excitement. On the day before she left for Nexus she flipped off her parents before running out if the door.

Fuck I'm almost done hell yeah

7th OC

Name-Natalie Hunterson

Age-17

Gender-Female

Sexuality-Lesbian

Girlfriend-Raven

Appearance-Long blonde hair, hazel eyes, tanned, average weight and average height.

Personality-Loving, quiet, wants to help anyone in need.

Backstory-Natalie and her twin brother were in foster care until they went to Nexus. For some reason Natalie was always the hated twin, no matter who was taking care of them. When Natalie entered her dorm in Nexus for the first time, she met Raven who would eventually become her girlfriend.

Holy shit there's just one more fuck yeah!

8th OC

Name-Raven Hollingford

Age-17

Gender-Female

Sexuality-Lesbian

Appearance-Long black hair, bright green eyes, pale skin, skinny and tall.

Personality-Caring, funny, will kick anyone's ass if they decide to make fun of one of her friends.

Backstory-Raven came from a very accepting family so when she came out as lesbian, they were all really happy. At first, Raven didn't want to go to Nexus as she was socially awkward and didn't want to share a dorm with a stranger. She eventually gave up and went to Nexus, which was the best decision she ever made. She entered her dorm and met the beautiful Natalie. She got a crush quickly and soon enough, they started dating.

Holy fucking shit I've done it

@remy-sleep-sanders and @towncvae I FUCKING DID IT FINALLY

Aight I'm not typing anything for a while now

#my ocs #holy shit i did it #im so proud of myself #holy fuck that took ages

[violetwolfraven]

The Misfits Series Major Character Summaries

(Writing this cause this series needs a real fandom so please read it people I need more content. First and only book out so far is Taken by Eva Nguyen which can be found on Amazon. This post contains a few spoilers.)

Ginger Stevenson:

The girl who grew up too fast.

Probably bi tbh.

Red hair, brown eyes, freckles, 16.

Dad is a cop and she should really follow in his footsteps ya know if she survives being abducted by aliens.

A little bit messed up from her home situation. (No spoilers.)

Loves big bro and little sis So Much.

Would cry in a sad movie.

Drinks coffee when she’s not supposed to.

Chosen family AND blood family.

Does not like admitting she has a crush.

Natural leader.

Matthew (Matt) Ching:

The boy who never gives up hope.

This boy is way to chaotic to be straight even if he currently likes a girl.

Black hair, brown eyes, Asian, 16.

Was raised by Mom cause Dad is dead.

Should probably design video games. That sounds like something he’d enjoy.

Did not take anything seriously ever before alien abduction.

Only child but adopts friends as siblings instead.

Would cry more than his gf in a sad movie.

Either likes black coffee or Unicorn Frappuccinos.

Chosen family all the way!!!

Has probably accepted his crush as a fact of life.

Soft boi hacker.

Christina (Cris) Hoang:

The girl who wants to protect.

Tbh I have no idea about her sexuality.

Brown hair, brown eyes, probs like half Asian, 17.

Doesn’t sing but won’t tell you why.

Should probably be a vigilante. She’s angry and protective it would work.

Carries a knife and duct tape everywhere so probs a bit paranoid.

Don’t remember if she has siblings tbh.

Probably wouldn’t cry until she was alone.

Seems like a mocha girl.

Idk but mostly chosen family I think.

Doesn’t have sexual tension with sparring partner what are you talking about.

Angry big sister friend.

Robert (Bobby) O’Connor:

The boy who everyone trusts.

Idk but if anyone’s straight it’s him.

Brown hair, green eyes, no clue about ethnicity, 18.

Likes weapons and knows like everything about them.

Should be a soldier cause weapons and the greater good.

More focused on what other people are feeling than himself.

Adopts all his friends.

Would cry in a sad movie but try to hide it.

Probably drinks Red Bull.

Chosen family.

Doesn’t have sexual tension with sparring partner what are you talking about.

Fun big brother friend.

Ashley Delon:

The girl who is probably hiding her anger.

Almost definitely bi.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, last name is French, 14.

Really quiet but constantly writing songs in her head.

Should be a singer for obvious reasons.

Stronger than she looks so maybe hiding something that made her that strong?

Has a brother but mentions him Once.

Would not cry in a sad movie.

Probably gets hot chocolate the tells people it’s coffee.

Probably chosen family.

Fell for a boy who spent a week trying to save her life but also seemed to have a crush on her (girl) bestie before that.

Quiet powerhouse.

William (Will) López:

The boy who never gives up.

Actually is probably straight.

Black hair, brown eyes, Hispanic, 15.

Played soccer before *gestures* this mess.

Should be a doctor because he is a soft boi who likes helping people.

A little bit shy. Was probably bullied.

Has a sister who was mentioned once.

Might cry but it depends on the movie.

Probably only drinks coffee with a shit ton of sweetener.

Idk seems to have a good relationship with blood family so maybe both?

Fell for a girl after they talked for a while cause they were both a little traumatized.

Loyal and patient one.

Quinn Kalua:

The friend you go to for a hug.

Maybe ace? Idk he doesn’t talk much.

Black hair, brown eyes, Pacific Islander, 16.

Doesn’t talk about his backstory. Doesn’t talk really at all.

Should be an animal researcher. You’ll get why if you read the book.

Doesn’t talk and something obviously happened to cause that.

???

I can’t see him like crying ever tbh.

Probably likes Starbucks drinks.

Seems like chosen family.

Doesn’t have a love interest.

The silent one.

Felicity Asfour:

The girl with trust issues.

No idea but doesn’t like guys much at the moment.

Black hair, green eyes, Middle-Eastern, 16.

Biology nerd who can recognize a heartbeat anywhere.

Should be a doctor because she always does her best to heal others in the book.

Has Issues. Had a bad relationship. Has home problems. Girl is a mess.

Has a twin brother but only family member she has a good relationship with is her little sister.

Would cry but angrily tell people to stop looking at her in a sad movie.

Probably loves the smell of coffee.

CHOSEN FAMILY.

Still recovering from bad relationship so no love interest.

The sassy healer.

Samuel (Sam) Hayes:

The boy who jokes about everything.

Very chaotic. Seems unlikely to be straight.

Black hair, brown eyes, African-American, 16.

Builds robots with varying degrees of success.

Should be an engineer so he can build robots and change the world.

Has been bullied. Not too trusting and clearly hides behind humor.

I don’t remember if he has siblings tbh.

Would cry shamelessly in a sad movie.

Has probably brewed coffee with Red Bull instead of water.

Chosen family I think.

Love interest betrays him so...

The funny one.

Zoe Locklear:

The innocent girl who deserved better.

Maybe straight maybe had a crush on bestie so idk.

Black hair, brown eyes, Native-American, 13.

Biggest heart EVER. Tries to make light of bad situations.

Should be a high school teacher because she is 13 and is successfully wrangling 10 teenagers.

Is probably bullied for her naivety. Innocent but seems sad.

Doesn’t really mention family.

Would definitely cry in a sad movie.

Would drink hot chocolate and admit it’s hot chocolate.

Never got a chance to pick between chosen vs blood.

Again might have a crush on (girl) bestie but idk.

Pure angel, too good for this world.

Macy Albrite:

The girl who lied about everything.

Seems straight but who knows.

Black hair, blue eyes, maybe Caucasian, 16.

Was a manipulative bitch before and still is though she is now hiding it.

Should go die. You’ll see why if you read Taken.

Bullied others and still does.

Who knows and who cares about her family?

Would laugh at other people crying in a sad movie.

Coffee as bitter and black as her soul.

Chosen family but doesn’t deserve them.

Betrays the one she claims to love.

Satan incarnate.

#the misfits #the misfits books #the misfits series #eva nguyen #taken #descending #ginger stevenson #matt ching #cris hoang #bobby o’connor #ashley delon #will lópez #quinn kalua #felicity asfour #sam hayes #zoe locklear #macy albrite #mattger #chicagojumper #turbofrost #flamebird #ashwill #ashzoe #books #authors #writing #character description #character summary

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Natural Opposite: 9/16

The dance I invented for this chapter is probably my favorite. One, because it’s to a Nirvana song, and as a nineties teen, I LOVE Nirvana. And second, my dance background is more in this style (contemporary) than in ballroom. I hope you enjoy reading it and the way it brings Emma and Killian closer together!

Thanks to my beta @distant-rose who loved this Nirvana dance almost as much as I did. Ro, our music chats were such a fun part of doing this with you! I’m glad we have similar tastes. And my artist, @optomisticgirl girl, is so talented and perfectly captured a dance that was only in my head beautifully for this chapter. Thank you, B! She also made that gorgeous banner you see every Monday!

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Summary: Dance is more than Emma Swan’s career; it’s practically saved her life on more than one occasion. But when it comes to reality TV shows, she’s always danced in the shadows of her twin brother David and her sister Elsa. Her first season as a pro on Dancing With the Stars was a disaster, and she enters her second season determined to prove herself. All she needs is a good partner. Hollywood bad boy and ladies’ man Killian Jones isn’t what she had in mind.

Rating: M for mature themes, steamy dance routines, and sexy times (But NOT smut)

Trigger warnings: discussions of online solicitation of a minor, bullying, statutory rape, and emotionally abusive/controlling relationships; stalking; anti-Rumbelle, anti-Neal

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Chapter Nine: Heart Shaped Box

Killian grinned widely at Emma when he arrived for their rehearsal the next day. She returned it and gave him a small hug in greeting, and she couldn’t say it was just for the cameras. As much as she hated to admit it, she found herself looking forward to their rehearsals. They actually had fun together. Yeah, he still drove her crazy sometimes, but he also made her laugh. Last week, Killian had summed it up in a teasing remark.

“You know, Swan, I quite fancy you from time to time. When you’re not yelling at me.”

Henry’s observation about him “liking” her rose to mind, but she quickly pressed that down. Flirting, she had come to find out, was his autopilot. And like her sarcasm, it was largely a defense mechanism.

“Sorry we have to rehearse so early,” Killian told her, “but . . . I brought a peace offering.” He extended a styrofoam to-go cup.

“Coffee?” she asked, with a tilt of her head as she accepted the offering.

“Please, Swan, are you trying to test me? It’s hot chocolate,” he said, tapping the plastic lid teasingly, “with whipped cream and cinnamon.”

“I must say, I’m impressed,” she told him as she took a sip, “and I like the early rehearsal. It means I get to pick up Henry from school this afternoon.”

“I’m glad,” Killian replied, but then he blinked and rubbed his eyes, “although I hope the coffee I consumed on the way here kicks in soon. Filming went into the wee hours this morning.”

Emma frowned. “Be sure you’re taking care of yourself. I know this show is grueling, especially when you have other commitments.”

“I’ll try,” he promised with a weary smile, “though I go straight from six hours with you back to the studio for four more hours on green screen. I’ll be glad when the hiatus begins. If I haven’t gotten voted off by then.”

Emma waved her hand dismissively as she set her hot chocolate down beside her dance bag. “Please. We’re making it to the finale, Jones, I’m telling you.”

“Okay,” Killian said with a smile, “let’s get to work then. It’s decades week, so what decade did we get?”

“The 90s.”

Killian’s brow furrowed. “The 90s.”

“Why? You don’t like the nineties?”

Killian shrugged. “Well, that depends. Are we talking flannel, angst-ridden, grunge nineties? Or boy bands, bubblegum pop, dark lipstick nineties?”

Emma laughed. “Well, don’t you know the decade well! What if I said we were dancing to ‘Heart Shaped Box’ by Nirvana?”

Killian’s eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas. “Yes!” he enthused, pumping both fists.

“So Killian Jones likes angst,” she teased, “good to know.”

“Well, if you were going to make me dance to ‘MmBop,’ you may have had a mutiny on your hands.”

“Well, the cool thing about this dance is also that it’s contemporary. And believe me, angst works well with contemporary.”

Killian nodded, his face suddenly determined. “You can get really creative with this, Swan, that’s exciting.”

Emma put her hands on her hips and studied him silently for a few moments. The corner of her mouth quirked up when he almost started to squirm under her gaze.

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

“How would you like to choreograph this dance with me?”

Killian’s eyes grew wide. “Are you serious?”

“Sure. You’re a performer and a musician.” She winked. “And you like angst.”

He gave her a smile she had yet to see on his face. It was genuine, as if he were truly touched by her offer. “I’d be honored, Swan.”

She cleared her throat, slightly unnerved at how much she liked this new smile on him. “Well, let’s figure out the story we’re trying to tell first.”

“Well, the lyrics are pretty dark.”

“Of course they are,” Emma said with a roll of her eyes, “it’s Nirvana.”

“Aye,” Killian chuckled, “and it’s also about a relationship. One that isn’t making either person happy, yet they stay together anyway.”

Emma swallowed hard. She knew the feeling.

“The man says he has complaints, yet then he turns around and says he’s in debt to her,” Killian continued.

Emma nodded. She had already listened to the song multiple times. “He talks about her having a cord around his neck, yet he climbs right back.”

“An umbilical noose, to be precise.”

Emma wrinkled her nose, “I know, but ew! Why did grunge bands use such sick and twisted images? He talks about eating her cancer, too.”

“They were pushing the envelope. It’s what every revolutionary period in music has done.”

Emma shook her head and smiled. “I better watch out. I’m treading into your area of expertise.”

Killian scratched the spot behind his ear. “Well, this is the genre of music I first learned to play on my guitar. I told you I was a bit morose.”

Her face softened at that. She remembered too well the lonely years before Ingrid. She could see why dark music would appeal to a lonely kid.

“So we’ve got a man who feels trapped in a relationship,” Emma replied, switching topics back to brainstorming for the routine.

“Hence the heart shaped box.”

“But I like what you said,” Emma continued, “about neither of them being happy. I think that should be our story. We’re a couple who aren’t good for each other, but we stay together anyway –“

“ – because we’re afraid of being alone,” Killian finished for her.

Emma smiled and then gave him a gentle slap on the shoulder. “You were right, Jones, we do make quite the team.”

“Or maybe,” he said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “this topic strikes a little too close to home for both of us. Loneliness.”

Emma blinked and took a step back. Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest. Her hands clenched and unclenched as her mind tried to come up with a response.

Killian gave her his trademark crooked grin and quirked brow. “I mean, who wouldn’t crave loneliness when you’ve got cameras recording your every move?”

A slow smile spread across Emma’s face. “Right. Okay, Jones, let’s figure out the first eight counts.”

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It was the day of the show, and Emma and Killian sat on a dingy sofa set up on the dance floor hand in hand, waiting to be announced. Around them, the set department had created a living room in a rundown apartment circa 1995. Killian was dressed in faded jeans and a Nirvana t-shirt (of course). Emma wore black leggings and a plaid shirt, unbuttoned and tied at her waist. Underneath it she wore a black sequined bra top.

“You know,” Killian teased, fingering the tied ends of her shirt, “I don’t recall black sequined bras being a fashion statement in the nineties.”

“Well, not all of us are old enough to remember the nineties, old man,” Emma teased back.

“You wound me, Swan! I’m only thirty-five!”

Emma just laughed and rolled her eyes at his mock-offended expression. Behind them, the video package played of their rehearsal week. Just as she had expected, it opened with Killian finding her backstage last week after their Tangled routine. The expression on his face, which she hadn’t seen for herself at the time, was tender as he put his arms around her. It also showed their hug when he brought her coffee, and Killian tucking her hair behind her ear. They also played up the emotional portions of their choreography, showing embraces in super slow-motion. Emma rolled her eyes. It was ridiculous the way they were playing it all up like some sort of romantic comedy.

“Dancing a contemporary routine,” boomed the announcer, “Killian Jones and his partner Emma.”

She wished there were a commercial break so she would have a little more time to put the video package out of her mind. Killian gave her hand a squeeze, and she nodded, pressing her lips together. He relinquished her hand, and they both stared blankly forward as the lights came up and the music started.

The music producers were using a recording of the actual song performed by Nirvana. The live band just couldn’t capture the dissonance or the gravely sound of Kurt Cobain’s voice. She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak. Cobain’s broody voice filled the room as Emma and Killian slid off the couch and onto the floor. For the remainder of the dance, they pushed and pulled on one another, neither of them able to stray very far from the couch, which of course symbolized their toxic relationship. They used the couch often, beating it with their fists, jumping on and off it, falling and sliding from it. Then the dance ended as it had begun, both of them sitting, staring blankly forward. The overhead lights dimmed as other lights flickered in front of them, meant to look like a television playing.

When the music faded out and all the lights came up, Killian leapt up in excitement. Emma, however, felt herself suddenly drained of emotion. If Killian hadn’t pulled her to her feet and embraced her, she may have kept right on sitting there. She felt as if her heart had just been exposed. She blinked as Killian cupped her head, whispering in her ear how “brilliant, bloody amazing,” she was. Somehow, that snapped her out of her daze. She thought about the woman in the song and her heart shaped box. She took a deep breath, and stuffed her own heart back inside of hers.

As Killian led her over to Marco so they could face the judges, her limbs once again cooperated, and she plastered her “performance smile” on her face. She really was proud of Killian. Not only the way he just danced that, but his creativity in helping her with the choreography. She put her arm around him and squeezed him around the waist. They both struggled to breath; the routine had been intense and the movement had never really stopped.

So it took them a minute to register that all three judges were on their feet, clapping. Emma blinked; even Blue seemed moved almost to tears. They all sat and Emma gnawed nervously on her lower lip as Teach began.

“That was artistry, pure and simple. I’ll be straight with you Jones, I didn’t think you would cut it on this show. I wanted to hate you. But that? That was dancing. Amazing dancing. Well done!”

Emma gave Killian a happy little shove, and he beamed down at her with a huge smile on his sweaty face.

Tiana was literally crying and struggled to begin her critique. “That is what dance is supposed to be. I can’t believe you’re the same dancer you were three weeks ago. Remember when I said you weren’t opening up? Well, you took what I said to heart, and you have grown remarkably. And Emma? That choreography was genius. You deserve an Emmy for that.”

Emma was shocked when Killian pressed a kiss to her cheek, nodding vigorously in agreement. Emma grabbed Marco’s microphone.

“I do want to remind everyone that Killian helped me with the choreography, so thank you Tiana, but I have to give this guy credit too.”

Killian pulled her closer and pressed another kiss to the top of her head as the audience cheered. Once it died down a little, Blue gave her review.

“Look, I’m a traditionalist. I like to see ballroom and strictly ballroom. However, you danced that full out, and you were completely in sync with your partner throughout. Not my cup of tea, but I’m impressed.”

Since the decade week dances were performed in chronological order, and they had been assigned the nineties, their routine was the last one of the night. That meant no time for an interview with Ashley, and the judges gave them their scores right there on the dance floor.

“Tiana Sabine,” the announcer intoned dramatically.

Tiana seemed to pause an inordinately long amount of time before revealing her paddle. But when she did, she did so with flourish. “TEN!”

The studio audience went wild with excitement! The first ten of the season! Killian whooped and picked Emma up off her feet in a tight hug. Once everyone settled down, Blue gave her score of nine and Teach, amazingly, also gave them a perfect ten. It was the highest score of the season so far.

There was no time for an interview with either Marco or Ashley. Emma was relieved, worried she may have had to field questions about the very misleading implications of their video package. The couples all lined up, and for the first time, Emma was nervous about the double elimination. However, she didn’t have to worry. Gold and Ruby were voted off, to no one’s surprise, and then David and his Disney channel star Violet. The second one was a surprise, and the fifteen year old sobbed with disappointment. Emma was glad for the distraction as everyone surrounded the poor girl to console her. She still felt a little emotionally raw after that dance. And maybe it was the way the video package had been edited, but was Killian giving her an awful lot of casual affection recently?

According to social media, he was. By the next morning the two of them were the number one trending “couple” on both twitter and tumblr. Emma blushed as she read through the comments.

“Anyone else out there shipping Killian Jones with his dancing partner?” - @killianjonesandfairydust

“OMG! I ship it so hard!” - @neverland4evr

“Did you see the PDA last night? That was a lot of hugs and kisses!” - @hookNtink4life

They even had a shipping name: Captain Swan. And surprisingly, there were no longer any threats upon her life. She wasn’t sure where the Killer Rose shippers had gone, but there was only one remotely threatening theme among Killian’s “hookers.”

“She better not break his heart.” - @yeahiamahooker

But the only heart Emma was worried about was her own.

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