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kiddoryder · 1 year ago

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Forbidden Memory (redo)

Hey guys! Let me just say that Hazbin Hotel was AMAZING!! The episodes, the characters, the songs, the voices, EVERYTHING! The four years wait was SO worth it!

Anyway, this story will be a redo about Charlie, Vaggie and Angel discovering why Sonya has a deep fear of Alastor.

So relax and enjoy the story!

At the hotel, Charlie had gathered everybody in the lobby. Charlie said:

Charlie - “Okay guys, I was thinking maybe we can do some arts and crafts and-“

Husk - “What? Arts and crafts? Do we look like fucking five year olds?”

Vaggie - *annoyed* “Art and crafts aren’t just for kids, Husk.”

Charlie - “Sometimes it helps release the deep feelings into something creative.”

Sir Pentious - “Oh! Like when I built my machines to take down the peasants in Hell so I can be ruler!”

Charlie - *a bit uncomfortable* “Yeah but maybe something a bit less destructive.”

Angel - “Hey ya know I been told a lot I’m an artist in bed.”

Husk - *disgusted* “Ugh no one wanted to fucking hear that!”

Niffty - “I don’t mind hearing about it.”

Then Charlie heard a techno ringtone and looked at her phone. She saw a magic wand profile picture and knew it was Sonya. Charlie went to the hallway and picked up her phone.

Charlie - “Hey baby cousin! What’s up? Oh of course! It’s no trouble at all. I’ll tell the others. Bye!”

Then Charlie came back and looked happier than usual.

Charlie - “Okay big news: You all remember my baby cousins Sonya and Liz?”

Angel - “Oh yeah the kids who are some kind of zodiac?”

Husk - “Oh yeah I remember the weird little boy.”

Charlie - “First of all Husk, Sonya is a girl. Second, they are born a Gemini. Anyway, they are coming to the hotel to stay a few days here. Their parents are going away for vacation. Maybe them being here, could make a good lesson plan.”

Husk - *annoyed* “We aren’t fucking babysitters Princess.”

Vaggie - *doubtful* “Charlie, you sure you wanna use your cousins for this?”

Angel - “Hey we are good with kids. The cool twin Liz is pretty badass. I can teach her how to use a gun!”

Vaggie - *mad* “You’re not doing that!”

Charlie - “Look, I think being around a kid can help you guys set limits and how to even act around them. So just give it a chance. We better get things ready for her.”

()()()()()()()()

Sonya was walking with a yellow bookbag on. When Sonya was now in front of the hotel, she knocked on the door, and Charlie opened it.

Charlie - *happily* “Oh there's my favorite baby cousins!”

Sonya - *happily* “And there’s my favorite big cousin!”

The two hug each other. Even Liz came out in shadow form and hugged Charlie. Then Charlie led the twins inside the hotel. Sonya saw Husk drinking alcohol like always.

Sonya - “Oh hey Husk.”

Husk - “Hey kid. Ya want something to drink.”

Charlie - “Now Husk, remember Sonya is too young to drink alcohol.”

Husk - “Hey the boy is almost at his manhood.”

Sonya - *annoyed* “I’m a girl.”

Husk - “Whatever.”

Charlie - *chuckles nervously* “Anyway, so good to see you Sonya and Liz.”

Sonya - *smiles* “Thanks Cousin Charlie.”

Charlie - “Oh that's wonderful! We're going to have the best time! I can’t wait to show you the fun plans I have instore for us.”

Sonya - “So how are things in the hotel?”

Charlie - “Pretty good. Nothing out of the ordinary. I think everybody is starting to get along with each other better.”

Then they heard yelling, running, and laughing. Vaggie came chasing Angel Dust with her spear. Vaggie was covered in pink paint.

Vaggie - *angry* “I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!”

Angel - *laughing* “Gets you every time!”

Vaggie - *taking out her knife* “I'm gonna stab you into a bloody pulp!”

Then Angel saw Sonya, and he quickly picked up and held her in front of him like a shield. This made Vaggie stop because she didn’t want to hurt Sonya. Sonya was a little surprised that she was being use as a shield.

Angel - “Freeze! I got a kid and I know how to use her!”

Vaggie - *annoyed* “Angel!”

Angel - *takes out a sewing needle* “I’m warning you: I’ll let out a certain wild child!”

Sonya - *confused* “Uh guys? Is there a more peaceful way to handle this?”

Angel and Vaggie - “No!”

Charlie - “Hey! Hey! What’s all the fighting?”

Vaggie - *points to Angel* “While we were fixing up Sonya’s room, Angel pulled that bucket full of paint prank on me!”

Angel - “It was just a joke! Besides, at least you now don’t look like an old sour purple grape.”

That comment made Vaggie furious and was about to lunge at Angel’s throat.

Vaggie - *angry* “I'll skin you alive!!”

Charlie - “Guys! Enough! *to Angel* Angel, you know that playing pranks like that isn’t nice right?”

Angel - *sighs* “Yes Princess.”

Charlie - “And Vaggie, you know that you can’t be chasing people with knifes.”

Vaggie - *sighs* “Yes.”

Charlie - “Okay good. Now Angel, do you mind putting my baby cousin down?”

Angel - “Fine.”

He dropped Sonya on the ground.

Sonya - “Ow!”

Angel - “Whoops! Sorry kid.” *chuckles*

Sonya rolled her eyes as she got up. Liz couldn’t help but chuckle as well.

Charlie - “By the way, I just got a call from Alastor earlier. He said that he's coming to the hotel today.”

Vaggie - *annoyed* “Ugh, him again?”

Sonya froze in fear when her cousin mention Alastor’s name. Liz in her shadow form took notice of this and looks worried and concern.

Angel - “What do Smiles want?”

Charlie - “He just want to see how things are in the hotel and *noticed Sonya look scared* Are you okay Sonya?”

Sonya - *scared* “D-Did you say A-Alastor is coming?”

Charlie - “Yeah but only for a short while. He just wanna check things out and then he will leave to attend “business.” Is there something wrong?”

Sonya - *nervously* “Umm...Do anybody got something pointy? Liz s-said that she wants to come out.”

Vaggie - “What? Now?”

Sonya - *nervously* “Please! You k-know she doesn’t like b-being cooped up too long.”

Charlie - *takes out a pushpin* “Here you go.”

Sonya - “Okay good! Angel would you like to do the honors?”

Angel - *excited* “My pleasure!”

He pokes Sonya’s finger and her eyes rolled up and passed out on the floor. Then out comes Liz with her wild hair, red eyes and fangs.

Liz - “BADA BOOM! Did you miss me? Admit me it, you miss me!”

Angel - *happy* “There's my girl!”

Vaggie - *sourly* “Yeah. The preteen girl version of you.”

Liz - *smirks* “Hey Chica. I can see you are still sour as ever.”

Vaggie - *offended* “Hey!!”

Charlie - “Hey Liz, why does Sonya not want to meet Alastor?”

Liz looked concerned and turned to Sonya in shadow form. Sonya has a begging pled in her eyes and even held her hands together. Even though Charlie is their favorite cousin, there are some things even she can’t tell Charlie because she loves Sonya too much.

Liz - *shrugs and sighs* “Sorry Cuz I can't tell you. It’s a secret.”

Charlie - “But you can trust me.”

Liz - *shakes her head* “Sorry Cuz but I can't break a promise to Sonya. It’s a twin thing.”

Charlie - *a little sad* “Well okay.”

Angel - “Sounds to me like she's scared of old Freaky Face.”

Vaggie - *arm crossed* “Well can you blame her?”

Angel - *scoff* “Aw, you guys are a bunch of fraidy cats. Yeah he’s freaky, but I don’t see the big deal about him.”

Liz - *offended* “Hey, watch it! That guy is deadly.”

Charlie - “Yeah Angel. Alastor isn't the type to be messed with.”

They heard the door knocking. That’s when they realized that Alastor is here.

Charlie - “Oh he's here!”

Liz - “Better change my clothes!”

Liz went to the nearest bathroom to change her clothes.

Vaggie - “Oh here we go...better grab my spear just in case he tries something funny.”

Angel - *shrugging* “I don't see what the big deal is?

Vaggie - *annoyed* “Don't you ever listen to what I've been telling you about him?!”

Angel - “What? I hate politics.”

Vaggie sighed in annoyance and went to get her spear. Angel rolled his eyes and decided to go to the kitchen to get a snack. Once Charlie saw her friend and girlfriend downstairs in the lobby with her, she opened the door and saw Alastor.

Charlie - “Oh hello Alastor.”

Alastor - “Hello sweetheart! So wonderful to see you again!”

Charlie - “It's nice to see you too. Please come in.”

Alastor - “Why thank you.”

Alastor stepped inside and looked around at the hotel. He saw Niffty who was busy cleaning, and Husk was busy drinking. However he decided the hotel looked better than the first time he arrived.

Alastor - “I see the place is looking quite well.”

Charlie - “Thanks. My friends and I have been trying to fix up the place lately.”

Then Liz came downstairs in her ringleader/punk biker outfit and saw Alastor. Liz smiles and tip her top hat.

Liz - “Sir Alastor.”

Alastor - *bows* “Why hello Lady Liz.”

Liz - “What brings you to the Hotel?”

Alastor - “Can't an old friend stop by for a visit?”

Liz - “Hm that's true.”

Vaggie - *threateningly* “Just don't cause any trouble Alastor

Alastor - “Dear if I wanted to cause trouble I would of done so already.”

Vaggie - “Still, I'm watching you, bud.”

Alastor - “By the way, where’s that old fashion snake Sir Penniless or whatever his name is.”

Charlie - “Oh Sir Pentious? He and his little Egg Bois went out on a walk. They will be back soon.”

While Alastor was visiting, Charlie noticed that Sonya didn't come out at all in shadow form. It was rare that Sonya does that because she or Liz would usually be out in shadow form to show people that they are Gemini.

Charlie: *thinking* “Huh, that's odd. There's something going on with my cousin but I have no idea what it is. Why won't she tell me? I'm her best friend and favorite cousin. She can tell me anything.”

Vaggie - *arms crossed* “So What are you doing this time, Alastor?”

Alastor - “Oh I just wanted to make sure this Hotel is in tip top shape.”

Vaggie - “Yeah, sure you do.”

Niffty - “It’s true! I've been killing a lot of mother bugs and their babies. It was so funny watching them bleed and screech in agony.”

Husk - *disgusted* “Like we need to know that creepy shit Niffty.”

While that was going on, Liz sat down next to Angel Dust on the couch. They both watch Charlie and Alastor talking to each other.

Angel - *to Liz* “So what you think of Smiles over there kid?”

Liz - “He’s actually a cool dude, but he's also a little bit creepy.”

Angel - “I don't see what's so scary about him.”

Liz - “But haven't you been here longer than us? Well Vaggie cause me and Charlie was born here.”

Angel - *shrugs* “I never get involved with politics.”

Liz - “True. I mean they can be a pain in the butt. Like Vaggie.” *snickers*

Vaggie - *offended* “I heard that!”

Both Liz and Angel Dust snickered which made Vaggie glares at them. As Alastor went to the bathroom and Liz went to get a snack in the kitchen, Charlie walked up to Angel and Vaggie all worried and concerned.

Charlie - *concerned* “Guys seriously, I'm getting very worried about my cousin.”

Angel - *confused* “Why? Liz is fine.”

Charlie - “I know Liz is fine but not Sonya. It was like the moment she heard Alastor was coming, she seemed....terrified.”

Vaggie - “Well can you blame her? He's one of the most terrifying demon ever.”

Charlie - “I guess. But haven't you guys noticed every time Alastor comes over, Sonya let Liz take over? And whenever we ask them why they do that, they don't tell us or change the subject.”

Angel - *thinks* “Hmm once I think about it, that is strange.”

Vaggie - *suspicious* “Yeah it is. But still it's none of our business.”

Angel - “Oh come on I mean it's not like the kid ever met him. I bet she just heard about the stories of him.”

Charlie - “Still, I can't help but worry.”

Vaggie - “Why don't you talk to her after Alastor leaves?”

Charlie - *smiles* “Good idea, I'll do that.”

After the short visit, Alastor left the hotel. Liz went to Charlie said:

Liz - “Okay Cuz, you can do the old presto change-o.”

Charlie - “Got it.”

Charlie grab Liz I into a hug and pets her hair at the same time so Sonya would come back. Then Liz twitched, and her eyes rolled up and then Sonya was back.

Sonya - “Thanks Cousin Charlie. I'm gonna go change into my regular clothes.”

Charlie - “Alright. There’s extra clothes in the bathroom lobby.”

Sonya - “Oh cool thanks!”

Then Sonya went to the lobby bathroom to change. Then Charlie turned to Angel and Vaggie.

Charlie - “Come on guys.”

Vaggie - “Where are we going?”

Charlie - “To her room.”

Vaggie - “Why?”

Charlie - “To see if we could find any clues about her fear of Alastor.”

Angel - “Aw sweet we are ransacking!”

Charlie - “It’s not ransacking Angel. It’s more like information-gathering.”

Angel - *smirk* “Same thing as ransacking.”

Charlie and Vaggie rolls their eyes at Angel’s comment.

()()()()()()()()

The three of them went upstairs to Sonya and Liz’s room. Their room was blue and purple with posters of their favorite sports, bands, and drawings. There were some stuffed animals, bookshelves, a desk with a laptop on it, a tv, and a dresser. Once they opened the door to her room, they began their search.

Vaggie - “So what are we looking for exactly?”

Charlie - “Her research book.”

Angel - “What the fuck does have that to do with Alastor?”

Charlie - “Sonya likes to do research on the people in Hell that interest her.”

Vaggie - “Wait, isn’t that the same as spying?”

Charlie - “We told her before but she doesn’t see the difference. Anyway, If we can find her book, we can know her reason for fearing Alastor and we can help Sonya conquer it.”

Then they began to look in the room for the book. Angel opened drawers to see a bag of chips, candies, cookies and snack cakes. Making sure the girls weren’t looking, Angel began to stuff some in his pocket. Angel closed the drawer, kept looking and opened another drawer and inside was stolen wallets full of cash.

Angel - “Oooh! She's loaded.”

Angel quietly took some of the cash and stuff them in his pocket too. Then be closed the drawer.

Angel - *deadpanned* “Nothing in here.”

Vaggie - *mad* “You better not be stealing any of her stuff!”

Angel - “Oh of course not.”

Vaggie eyes him suspiciously and looked annoyed.

Charlie - “Come on we need to keep looking.”

They kept looking around Sonya’s room. They were also making sure they weren’t leaving a mess. Then Charlie looked under Sonya’s pillow and found her research book which was a thick black notebook.

Charlie - “Guys! I found it!”

Vaggie and Angel walked over as Charlie began to open the book. Charlie began to flip some pages and found the pages about Alastor.

Charlie - “Okay here it is! According to this, Alastor likes old time music, eating deers, and scaring people.”

Vaggie - “Like we already knew that.”

Angel - “Is it there anything that’s actually worth reading?”

Charlie - “Let me try to find it. *flips a few more pages* Oh! Here’s something: I want to learn how Alastor’s powers work. So tomorrow I’m gonna go and secretly see how Alastor’s powers work.”

Vaggie - *surprised* “Whoa! She actually went to see him?”

Angel - “Didn’t realize the kid has guts.”

Charlie - *reading* “So far I know Alastor can use his blood to summon voodoo power. And use weird voodoo people. He can summon things at random. Right now I’m in the log watching Alastor with some guy and the guy looked scared. Then Alastor-“

Vaggie - “And what? Why do you stop?”

Charlie - “The next pages are missing.”

Charlie showed Vaggie and Angel that their are missing pages.

Angel - *dismayed* “Aw! I wanted to hear the good parts.”

Vaggie - “Why would she rip them?”

Charlie - “I don’t know. Maybe she hid them somewhere.”

“What are you guys doing?”

They saw Sonya at the doorway in her regular clothes. She looked confused on why her friends and cousin are in her room.

Charlie - *nervously* “Uh, nothing! Nothing!”

Angel - *arms cross* “Actually we were just going through your stuff.”

Vaggie - *angry* “Angel!”

Angel - *defensive* “What? It’s true isn’t it?”

Sonya - *angry* “What?! Cousin Charlie how could you?! Out of all people I actually expected Angel to do this, or even Niffty. But you?!”

Vaggie - *defensive* “Hey! Don’t get mad at her, okay? We only looked at your spying book.”

Sonya - “It’s not a spying book! It’s a research book! There’s a huge difference!”

Charlie - “We are sorry Sonya. It just that we needed to know why you are afraid of Alastor.”

Sonya - *annoyed* “Why do you guys keep asking about that?! I can’t tell you!”

Charlie - “Because we are worried about you! You can't keep stuff like this hidden forever.”

Vaggie - “I mean you only heard stories about him right?”

Sonya - *nervously* “N-Not exactly.”

Angel - “Then why are you scared of him if you haven’t even met or even heard the stories?”

Sonya - *sighs* “I just can't tell you. *looks at Liz in shadow form* But maybe it's better that she shows you.”

Angel - *confused* “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Sonya - “What I mean is that you three can go inside my mind and Liz tell you. I know a magic spell can do that.”

Vaggie - “Couldn’t you just let her come out and tell us?”

Sonya - “No. We made a twin promise not to tell you. Twin promises are sacred to us. But showing you instead is better and you guys can understand and techinally it not breaking our twin promise.”

Charlie - “Well okay.”

Sonya took out her spellbook from her shelf and flipped a few page. She saw the page she needed and said:

Sonya - “Somnium Meum!”

The book glowed and it made Charlie, Vaggie and Angel covered their eyes. They looked around around and saw that nothing had happened and they were still in Sonya’s room.

Charlie - *confused* “Uh Sonya? I don’t think the spell-“

Suddenly, Charlie, Vaggie and Angel started have sleepy looks on their faces and feel tired. All three of them passed out on the floor.

()()()()()()()

“Hey Cuz. Cuz wake up.”

Charlie moans a bit, sat up, stretched, woke up and saw Liz holding a pool stick. Charlie looked around and saw she and Vaggie were on a pool table. Angel was on the floor and was starting to wake up along with Vaggie. They both looked around and saw they were in some kind of gaming room.

Angel - *rubbing his eyes and head* Huh? What the fuck is this place?”

Vaggie - *groans and confused* “Yeah where are we? And why is Liz here?”

Liz - “You're inside the Mind House.”

Vaggie - “The Mind House?”

Liz - “The Mind House is a place that me and Sonya go to whenever we switch. You can say this is like our second home. Right now, you guys are in the game room.”

Vaggie - *impressed* “Wow. It's something that I didn't expect.”

Liz - *offensived* “Really Chica? You thought that we would stay in a cage?”

Vaggie - *mad* “For a psycho brat like you yeah!”

Angel - *amazed* “This place is fucking sweet! Kind of better then the hotel.”

Liz - “Of course it is Angel D. I mean, Sonya and I need a place to sleep and hang out. *plays pool* so why are you guys here?”

Charlie - “We're here to find out why Sonya is afraid of Alastor.”

Liz was shocked to the point she accidently hit a ball to break a window. Then Liz had an uneasy look on her face as she turn to the others.

Liz - *uneasy* “Cuz...Are you sure you wanna see that memory?”

Charlie - *nods* “Yes I feel like we need to know so we can help her.”

Angel - “Beside, Sonya said showing us wouldn’t break your twin promise shit.”

Liz - *take a deep breath* “Alright follow me.”

Liz led them an elevator and pressed a button to a room upstairs. Then the elevator’s door opened and they were now in a room and saw a lot of yellow orbs on shelves. Charlie, Vaggie and Angel were amazed on seeing the orbs.

Charlie - *amazed* What are these?

Liz - “Memory orbs. Some of the orbs are mine while the other orbs are Sonya's memories.”

Vaggie - “Why are they on separate shelves?”

Liz - “We may share the same bodies but sometimes not the same memories. So whenever we need to remember something, we just watch it from the orbs.”

Charlie looked around and was amazed at all the orbs. Then she began to notice a different shelf of orbs. The shelves were red and had a wooden red heart on it.

Charlie - “Hey what’s these orbs?”

Liz - *warmly* “Oh those orbs are our favorite memories we perished forever.”

Charlie looked at some of them and saw it was Sonya or Liz spending time together having fun and comforting each other. Charlie smiles and looked touched at this. Vaggie looked and even saw some of Sonya’s favorite memories involving Vaggie as well. But most of the orbs had Sonya spending time with the people at the hotel having a great time with each other.

Charlie - *touched* “This is so sweet.”

Liz - “I have some too.”

They saw the same shelve but this one has Liz’s name on it. Angel was looking at them and saw him and Liz was spending time with each other or protecting each other. Even spending time with Sonya. Like Charlie, Angel looked touched as this.

Vaggie - “Hate the to spoil the moment, but can one of these show us something about Alastor?

Liz - “Of course but it's not on any of these shelves. It’s actually-

Liz then saw Angel grabbing some random orbs on the shelves and looking at them.

Liz - *uneasy* “Angel D what are you doing?”

Angel - *smugged* “What? I'm just looking at these little golden balls. It's not going to do this.”

Angel began to juggle some of them. This is starting to freak the girls out. Even Angel began to walk while juggling the orbs.

Liz - *scared* “Put them down!!”

Angel - “Relax kid I’m not gonna break-“

Unfortunately as he was walking, he tripped over a shelf leg and fell on the ground causing the orbs to go up in the air. Liz, Charlie and Vaggie caught them the falling orbs in time. Angel, however missed one orb and it broke much to Vaggie’s horror and anger.

Vaggie - *angry* “You idiot! Look what you did!!”

Liz - *shrugs* “It's okay, that one wasn't important.”

Charlie - “Really?”

Liz - “Yeah it was her learning geometry.”

Angel - “Ugh, I hate that subject. Good thing I forgot about it along with a bunch of other stuff. I thank the drugs and alcohol I took for that.”

Liz - “So you kind of did her a favor. I mean we usually throw out the memory we either hate or want to forget in the trash bucket.”

Charlie - “Oh. Well that’s good at least.”

Liz - “Yeah but still be careful with these orbs! If they break, then we lose memories of them for good. I don’t need Sonya forgetting how to use the toilet.”

Vaggie - *threatening Angel* “And if you break another, I’ll break your neck!”

Angel - *raised his hands up* “Okay! Okay I’ll be more careful.”

Then Liz led them to a hallway. After 2 minutes, they reached the end of the hallway and were now in front of a door with lots of padlocks and chains.

Liz - “This is where we store horrible memories. If it’s so bad we lock them up in here. So we don’t have to remember them at all.”

Charlie - *determined* “Then that's where we must look.”

Liz - “Alrighty let me just open it.”

Vaggie - “How are you going to open a door like this?”

Liz - *scoffed* “That’s easy Chica!”

Liz took a crowbar and roughly opened the door, breaking the locks and chain. Then the door opened.

Angel - “Smart. That's how I used to open doors.”

Liz - “Okay are you guys ready to go in?”

Charlie - “Yes we are.”

They went inside the room and saw that the room had dim lights. Liz showed them a shelf of dark red orbs all chained up. Liz unlocked it and was now holding one of the orbs in her hands.

Charlie - “Liz is this it?”

Liz - *takes a deep breath* “Yep. That's the memory I can play on the TV.”

She used her head to summon and a TV was summoned.

Angel - *amazed* “Whoa, how did you do that?”

Liz - “Dude this is mine and Sonya’s mind. We can summon anything we want.”

Angel - “In that case can you summon a couch?”

Liz - “Alright.”

Liz began to summon a couch.

Angel - “And summon a table. And make the lights here brighter. I can’t see a fucking thing in here.”

Liz began to look annoyed and made the lights bright and summoned a couch. Charlie, Angel and Vaggie sat on the couch and Angel put his feet on the table.

Liz - *annoyed* “Anything else, your highness?”

Angel - “Well…”

Vaggie - “No! He doesn’t want anything else. *to Charlie* Charlie, sure you want to do this?”

Charlie - “I have to know the truth. *to Liz* Liz, play the memory.”

Liz - *takes a deep breath* “Okay Cuz.”

Liz began to summon some wires and use some wires to connect it to the orb. Then she connected it to the TV. The TV was staticy for a bit, but then it began to be clear. The memory began to play:

Inside the memory Sonya was wearing all black and dark gray clothes, shoes, hat and sweater. She was holding her notebook and had a determined look on her face. I’m

Sonya - *to herself* “Okay Sonya. This is the big day: to learn about Alastor!”

Charlie - “So she was interested in him at first?”

Angel - “Seems that way.”

Liz - “It’s true. Before, Sonya just heard about little fun facts about Alastor like where he’s from, favorite food, music, etc from people. But she felt like she wanted to learn more things about him. Even telling me to stay inside The Mind House cause Sonya felt like it was her mission.”

Charlie - “That’s true. I mean she does love doing research about people.”

Liz - “I know but please be quiet. The memory is playing.”

Charlie - *embarrssed* “Oh right. Sorry.”

The memory began to play again.

Sonya - “Okay. Now where could he be? Cause I know he’s not at the cannibal place at this hour.”

Sonya saw Alastor and a scared demon walking to a forest.

Sonya - *facepalms* “Duh! Alastor loves going to places like this.”

Sonya quietly followed them and was making sure that she didn't get caught. After a few minutes of walking, Sonya saw half empty a big log and hid inside it. She began to write stuff down as she saw Alastor and the demon near a huge pond.

Sonya: *whispers* “Now is my chance.”

Sonya watches closely and writes stuff down in her notebook. But is not prepared for what she's about to see.

Demon - *scared* “A-Alastor I'm sorry that I failed! P-Please! Give me another chance!”

Alastor - *chuckles* “My friend....I'm afraid there are no seconds chances. You failed me and now you must pay the price.”

Alastor began to work his powers and change into his final demon. Sonya was shocked that Alastor had a demon form that was extremely deadly. The terrified demon is more terrified than ever.

Demon - *scared* “No! No! NOOOO!!!”

Sonya was watching this and was looking horrified. Alastor just smiled as the demon before him was destroyed and poor Sonya witnessed everything. She was literally shaking in fear.

Sonya - *horrified* “Oh my god…”

Sonya began to hear footsteps and hide behind the log. However, she did a little peek and saw it was a demon woman around looking injured. She had lots of swords with her.

Sonya - “Hey I know that lady from school. She’s usually one of the teachers who just drinks wine all day in class. Why is she here?”

Girl - “Aw man. That hunting trip was the worst. I don’t think I can handle-“

The girl saw Alastor and he turned around said:

Alastor - “So I take it the cat is out the bag eh?”

The woman looked mad and annoyed and got out her sword. She began running toward him about to slice him.

Girl - “Who are you?!”

Alastor just did a slasher smile and quickly killed her. There was nothing left but her swords and blood. Just as Sonya was witnessing everything, some of the blood landed on her face. This made Sonya become even more scared of Alastor.

Sonya: *shocked* Oh my God!!!! Ohh I gotta get out! This is too much!”

Sonya put her notebook in her bookbag, got up and about about to leave but she tripped over a rock, and landed on the ground. Her hand landed on a twig and accidentally broke the twig in half. The loud snap got it got Alastor's attention and began to slowly turn his head around.

Sonya - *whispers* “Oh no!”

Sonya quickly got up and began to run away. She kept on running fast hoping to get away from Alastor or hoping that he didn’t see her.

Sonya - *terrified* “I hope he didn't see me!”

However, a powerful red power missed her and burnt up a tree instead. Then she heard Alastor:

Alastor - “You can run but you can't hide!”

Sonya took a quick peek and Alastor was halfway far from her but he was doing a speed like run. He even still had that wide smile on his face and quickly turn her face so Alastor wouldn’t see her face,

Sonya - *screams* “I better step on it!!”

Sonya kept running but then her sweater got caught in some pointy tree branches. Even her left ankle and pants got caught in some branches.

Sonya - *horrified* “Oh no! No! *tearing up* Not now!”

Alastor was halfway there and saw the mysterious spy. He used his powers from his microphone and sent a powerful red blast. The red blast did break the branches that trapped Sonya's sweater, but it did a slight cut on Sonya's shoulder.

Sonya - “AHH!”

Sonya pulled hard and was free from the branch that trapped her ankle. She fell on the ground but quickly got up and kept on running. Sonya was a terrible mess, she was covered in mud, her sweater and pants were slightly ripped and her shoulder was bleeding. But she didn’t care and continued to run to get away from Alastor.

Sonya kept on running until she saw that she was by a cliff and a rapid river fill with logs. She knew that these were one of Hell’s rough rivers that was difficult to swim. But Sonya heard footsteps and saw that Alastor was still coming due to seeing the red light. Sonya took a deep breath and jumped into the river. Alastor came to a stop and saw a splash in the river.

Alastor - “Huh. The mysterious figure must have jumped. It was a fun chase but probably drowned. Oh well.”

He left and walked back into the forest. In the river, Sonya came out the water and use a log to swim back to shore. Then she was out of the forest panting and just kept on running until she got home.

The memory stops playing and Charlie and the others are shocked by this memory. Liz sighs and begins to unplug the orb from the TV.

Liz - *glum* “Now you see why?”

Charlie - *shocked* “I....I had no idea. *realized something* “But wait...J remember the time your parents said Sonya was asleep for 3 days, saying how Sonya was super exhausted from a hunting trip.”

Liz - *sighs* “No...She was actually in a 3 day trauma coma after what happened. I had to take care of her and help her recover while she was in the Mind House with me.”

Charlie looked shocked and horrified. She never realized the real reason her baby cousin's fear of Alastor was more than just rumors.

Vaggie - “But why didn't she just tell us?”

Liz - “Cause it's too risky. You know how gossip quickly spread. Demons, especially ones like Katie Bitchjoy ,will reveal the secret. If words get out what Sonya did, Alastor would find out, and Sonya would either end up dead, or his lunch, or whatever Alastor does to demons who spy or threaten him.”

Angel - “So why do you have this memory locked up? Can’t you destroy those pieces of shits?”

Charlie - “Angel is right! We gotta destroy these now!”

Charlie took the red orb and was about to smash it to the ground. But Liz quickly grabbed the orb.

Liz - *shocked* “Cuz are you fucking nuts?! We can’t do that either! If they are destroyed, Sonya would forget about it.”

Charlie - “Well that’s the point! It can actually help Sonya forget her fear of Alastor and actually talk to him and get to know him.”

Liz - *scoff* ”A-And then what?! What happens if Sonya tries to spy on Alastor again? What if this time she gets caught? Demons like Alastor don’t care about the ages. He can badly torture her, kill her and even hurt her for fun.”

Charlie eyes widen at this: her baby cousin being killed and hurt? Not only Sonya’s parents would be devastated, but Charlie would be as well. Sonya and Liz were their favorite cousins and best friends. She couldn’t imagine life in Hell without them. Charlie kept looking at the memory orb that was being held by Liz. She still had this feeling of wanting to destroy them.

Vaggie - *serious* “Charlie, as much as I sometimes can’t stand Liz…She’s right. This is way too risky and can do more harm than good.”

Angel - “Yeah doll face. You always tell us “mistakes are made for reasons” kind of shit. Ya thinking erasing this mistake would help the little squirt?”

Charlie - *sadly sighs* “You're right...Everybody makes mistakes and has to learn from them but not rush it…. I know Sonya will face her fears someday but now I know it’s not the time. I promise to keep you and Sonya safe from Alastor in case he finds out or tries to do something to you guys.”

Liz - *smiles* “Thanks Cuz.”

Liz then led them out the room and chained up the orb. Then she use her mind to chain the door again. The door was now boarded up, chain up with strong padlocks.

Angel - “So how do we get out of here?”

Liz - “Oh you guys should wake up right...Now!”

Confused, Charlie, Vaggie and Angel all started to have that same feeling when Sonya cast the spell. Then they all passed out and fell on the ground.

()()()()()()()()()

A few minutes later, they all wake up in Sonya’s room. Sonya was on her bed reading and noticed that her friends and cousin were awake.

Sonya - *uncomfortably* “Did you got everything you needed?”

Charlie - *sadly* “We did....”

With sadness in her eyes, Charlie hugged her cousin. Sonya was surprised because she didn’t expect a hug from Charlie. But Sonya hugged her cousin back.

Charlie - *tearfully* “Oh Sonya I'm so sorry. I never realize how much this traumatized you.”

Sonya - *sighs* “No no it's okay. I should've told you guys like you said.”

Charlie - “No, I shouldn't have pushed you into telling us. We should have just left it alone.”

Vaggie - “Yeah.”

Angel - “Even I thought that memory was brutal…”

Sonya - “Yeah. Now you see why I don't like being around Alastor. And how it’s not easy to talk about…”

Charlie - “Yeah…” *hugs her tightly*

Vaggie - “You don’t have to face him. We won't force you.”

Angel - “We'd never do that.”

Charlie - *takes a deep breath* “If you want, we can tell Alastor not to come anymore.”

Sonya - *surprsied* “Cousin Charlie, you can't do that. Once you think about it, Alastor is the reason you and the Hotel get more respect and demons are even willing to come to the hotel. Plus think what he can do if you refuse him.”

Vaggie - “Yeah Charlie. Alastor isn’t the type that would just pack his bag and leave.”

Charlie - “But he traumatized and nearly killed Sonya. I gotta protect her.”

Sonya - *serious* “Cousin Charlie listen to me: I know I’m afraid most likely to be forever afraid of Alastor but I don’t want you to do that. Despite Alastor being scary as fuck, he's the one that is helping the hotel. I also think he’s the one that actually likes and respects you because if he didn’t, he would have killed you. You and the others handle him well and even Liz. I don’t want to be the one responsible if Alastor does something just because you turn him away. Besides, he didn’t see my face when that happened and he does respect Liz. I’ll just have Liz come out whenever he comes by.”

Charlie - *uncertain* “Are you sure about this Sonya?”

Sonya - *nods* “Positive. I know fear is something you can rid of but this fear of Alastor I can’t cause I’m not ready yet. Plus you did say to your clients: “you learn from your mistakes.” Well, that mistake you guys saw I had to learn from. The lesson was never do big research on Alastor and you might have this fear forever but it’s just something you deal with.”

Angel - “Lessons was never for me. Drugs, sex and alcohol are for me.”

Vaggie - *annoyed* “You can’t even learn how to make your own bed.”

Angel - *offended* “Hey, I can make my bed! I just don’t want to.”

Charlie - *rolls her eyes* “Okay beside that, we understand now why you are afraid of Alastor, Sonya. We won’t be forced to conquer it.”

Sonya - *smiles* “Thank you guys. Just a heads up, it’s most likely I’m never going near that blood thirsty sociopath. I’ll just let Liz take over whenever he comes.”

Charlie - *smiles* “Alright. Sounds fair.”

Sonya - “Umm...What you guys wanna do now?”

Charlie - “How about a movie night?”

Sonya - “Okay that sound fun!”

Angel - “Ooh I’ll get the snacks!” *left the room*

Vaggie - *chasing after him* “It better not have any drugs!”

Sonya was about to leave to until Charlie put her hands on her shoulders and knelt down to Sonya’s height.

Charlie - “Hey. I just want to let you know you and Liz can always talk to me about these kind of things. You both know that you can trust me and help you guys in any way that I can. Beside, you don’t have to worry about Alastor if he ever find out about you. If he even tries to hurt you, he will regret it. I am the Princess of Hell after all, they don’t know the full powers that I have.”

Sonya - *smiling* “Thanks cousin Charlie.”

Charlie gave her baby cousin another hug. This time, Sonya hug Charlie back and sigh in relief. She admit that it felt good to technically tell somebody beside Liz the real truth. Now she knows she an definitely trust her cousin and friends to protect her from serious harm.

Hope you all like it!

#hazbin hotel #my fanfic #redo

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littlesniggy · 4 years ago

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Helloooooo! I love your writing and was looking forward to the request being opened again🥺 I'm feeling so excited right now!

Hmm, may i ask for a nsfw scenario with ichiji where he says "my face is your throne, come sit on it"?

Have a good day 💗

Hey Anon! Thank you for requesting! I love writing for Ichiji and I hope you like it! I'm not entirely sure what readers and Ichiji's relationship exactly is but I'd say it's pretty close to being in an actual relationship lol Reader is not royal (and maybe is/has been a servant?) and Ichiji just sticks to to her every chance he gets. I hope you're not mad at me but I changed your quote cause it just fit so perfectly but I can change it if you want! Just send me a message and tell me!! Anyway, please enjoy!

Warning: 18+, nsfw, oral, light slapping, name calling, King x Queen (servant lol)

Pairing: Ichiji x female reader

Word count: 2.4k

With an amused look he watched you order the cooks around, wanting everything to be perfect for the big day. He’d usually never even dream of lowering himself to coming down here but the whispering of the servants left him curious and he was surprised to actually see you invest so much time and effort into something so trivial and stupid like a birthday – of all the things you could’ve chosen to invest time in it was a birthday! He found it ridiculous.

“Instead of grinning so smugly you could help too!” you demanded, putting your hands on your hips. Ichiji raised an eyebrow in enjoyment, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Help?” he asked, voice sounding cocky. “Nah, that’s peasant’s work. But I guess you feel right at home here, don’t you, Y/n?” He was testing you but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of getting flustered.

“And what if I do?” you retorted, crossing your arms as well, taking up the challenge. The man snickered, the grin not leaving his face. “Serf stays serf, amirite?” his voice dropped an octave, knowing he hit a nerve but not giving a shit at all. You grinded your teeth, breathed in and out of your nose deeply before putting on a fake smile.

“Guess so. Got a problem with it?” He knew he got you and one more word could push you over the edge but he weighed his options and came to the conclusion that you being in a bad mood was not worth the fun. “See you later then, Y/n. Don’t overexert yourself down here. Father’s party is about to start in an hour and I want you to take a shower before you show yourself. Just cuz you like hanging around the servants you don’t need to look like one.” And with that, he left.

You watched him leave; once he was gone, the anger hit you and you let out an angry screech. “Bastard!” you yelled after him before turning back to the cooks who were all standing there petrified at this encounter. Nobody dared to talk to him like that and live. Understandably, they had no idea how to behave.

“What are you looking at?! Get back to work!”

Judge’s birthday was as boring as you had expected – until the drinking came! You knew Ichiji and his siblings wouldn’t get drunk but all these high-profile people that had been invited sure as hell did. You weren’t particularly fond of the Vinsmoke leader but it was always good to be on his good side; especially since he was the one who let you stay here. Ichiji would kick you off this kingdom if his father told him to.

You were standing on the side line, a drink in your hand but still sober. After all, this was still your first and you never intended on getting drunk yourself. Niji and Yonji were drinking two other princes under the table, mocking them for being so weak. Barely dressed ladies kept serving alcohol, being subject to a lot of maybe wanted or unwanted attention, you didn’t know but either way they knew what they were getting into.

“This party is quite the success. You’re gonna stay to clean up after everyone, too, servant?” you heard Ichiji’s voice next to you and were surprised to see him lean casually against the wall, a mug of beer in his hand. “And if I did?” you questioned, turning your whole body towards him, getting closer and leaning your body against his, looking up at him suggestively. “Are you gonna punish me?”

Ichiji’s smirk grew wider, his hand finding its way to your cheek, gently stroking it. “Depends….” He said, his thumb stroking your bottom lip. “On what?” you whispered, putting his thumb between your lips, lightly sucking on the digit while never breaking eye contact.

“If you do a good job or not. Can’t have a sloppy maid now, can I?” he replied, enjoying the way your sucked in his finger with your mouth. “Guess you can’t. But I guess I’m more of a queen material anyway, right?” you started moving your head back and forth slowly, tasting the salt on his skin. “Queen material?” he chuckled, pulling his thumb out of your wet cave. “You’re not even close to being a princess. So what makes you think you can be a queen?” he smeared your saliva on your cheek, awaiting your response.

“Well…and the reason for that is that you’ve never actually taught me how to be a proper queen in the first place. So I’d say it’s actually your fault, isn’t it?” you bit your bottom lip, loving the way you two went back and forth until one of you won. Or landed in bed.

“Is that so? Then I guess I have to teach you.”

“I’m not expert but I think this is not how a queen behaves….” You said, looking up at Ichiji not overly excited about your position. You had your hands were folded on your naked lap, your bare breasts being on full display for him to look at. When you were thinking about him giving you “lessons” about being a queen, you had the slight hope he would actually let you command him around but you should’ve known better.

“Before you can be a queen, you need to learn how to listen to your king first, Y/n.” he said with a smug grin on his face, sitting in front of you on the bed, you between his spread legs like a good servant, not a queen. “Well, what does my king want?” you asked, looking up at him with one eyebrow raised.

“Your king wants you to please him, like the good little slut you usually are for him.” He purred. “And how does my king wish to be pleased?” you insisted, already knowing the answer. You saw a slight twitch in his pants to your words, getting hard by you being so submissive to him. Why haven’t you done this before? Master and slave, or if you wanted to insist king and “queen”, was really doing it for him. And you two haven’t even really started yet.

“Why don’t you start by opening my pants? You need to serve your king, remember? And undressing him is part of this.” He answered, watching how you got up with a small grin on your lips, starting to undress him completely. He had to get up for you to remove his pants but when you were done, you sat back down between your legs, looking up at him with big eyes.

You tried to ignore his member practically poking your face and instead focus on his face. “You may worship my body.” He allowed you with this condescending tone and shit eating grin but it turned you on. To be honest, this position had you even more excited than originally expected. His harsh eyes boring into you, devouring every inch of your naked body, leaving a hot prickle on your skin.

Your hands started moving up his calved, your face leaning in to kiss the skin of his legs up, over his knees and to his thighs. Your palms came up with your head, rubbing the sensitive skin on his inner thighs, seeing how he got light goosebumps at your touch. His member twitched a little, bobbing up and down in front of your face but you didn’t pay it attention just yet.

Your lips kissed his thighs, your teeth lightly scratching over the flesh before you moved further up to his hip bone, nibbling on it while your hands felt his abs, tracing each pack carefully, feeling how his muscles flexed underneath your touch. His dick brushed against your cheek when you started kissing his stomach as well, his pre-cum leaving a hot and wet mark on your skin.

Your pussy started to get wetter at the short contact, already anticipating the moment it could wrap around him and clench him until he was dry. You wanted to touch yourself so badly, wanted to give yourself some pleasure as well but, in order to be a good queen, you needed to put his needs above your own (for now at least).

Your lips moved down again, kissing the junction of his lower abdomen and dick, his member pressed flush against your cheek while you did. You moved one hand to the base of his dick, wrapping your fingers around him and letting your thumb circle the soft skin of his dick. You wanted to hear him sigh at this contact but you were left disappointed. He never gave you the satisfaction of letting you see how good you made him feel.

“May I kiss your dick, my king?” you asked, looking back up at him again, waiting for permission. His dick twitched once again at your words, the grin growing even wider if that was even possible. “You may.” He allowed, watching how you slowly kissed his member with little butterfly kisses up and down.

“It’s so perfect, my king.” You praised him. Another twitch. “I wonder what it tastes like.” Even though you knew what he tasted like you enjoyed how his dick twitched with each word, betraying his otherwise aloof behavior. He was a human being with a good sex drive, after all. His father apparently didn’t wipe out all of his emotions.

“You can give it a try.” He suggested. “Thank you.” Your mouth wrapped around the hot head, followed by a long and deep suck, eliciting a small grown from him. Finally, you thought satisfied. You let your tongue twirl around the tip, first slowly, then fast, then back to slowly. The pre-cum started coming out more frequently, being eagerly licked up by your tongue and swallowed.

“How eager you are to please your king. Maybe I can make a good queen out of you after all. But first, you need to put in a little more effort. I think you can fit more of me into your mouth, can’t you?” he asked. As a response, you started taking him in deeper and deeper, feeling how his big member filled your mouth to the brim before taking him down your throat, swallowing him to the base. Now it was your turn to grown at this feeling, the vibration stimulating him in return. “That’s right, Y/n. Just like that.” He praised, voice sounding a little strained.

You let his dick glide out your mouth again, sucking on his tip before taking him in deep into your mouth once more, this time only until his tip brushed against the back of your throat. With that, you started to bob your head forth and back in a steady pace, your hands moving in tandem with your mouth, giving him as much pleasure as possible.

You twisted your hand, varying the pressure of your hand around his shaft; your second hand came up to his balls, fondling them in your palm or squeezing lightly. You put in all your effort into pleasing him while your own arousal was dripping to the floor by now. Every time you took him in, tasted his pre-cum, made him twitch your core send up electric impulses through your body, begging to be pleased as well.

“Do you like my dick?” your heard him ask. A quick look up at his face told him you certainly did, hallowing your cheeks to suck at him again before bobbing your head repeatedly.

When you let him slip out of your mouth, you didn’t give him time to complain or reprimand you; you took your breasts and put them around his dick, starting to move them up and down, your eyes finding his anew. “Do you like this, my king?” you asked innocently, wiggling your breasts between your hands, creating a sight he simply couldn’t resist.

“I would be a fool if I didn’t.” he replied, watching how your tits moved around his dick. You lowered your head, letting your tongue flicker over the mushroom head every time it appeared, licking up his arousal once more. Your fingers started twisting your nipples, finally giving you some pleasure even though it was not the desired spot.

“Damn, Y/n. Pleasuring yourself? I thought I’ve told your that you should put my needs above your own…” he scolded you in amusement, loving the sight of your twisting your nipples while you gave him a tit job.

“I’ve been thinking….my job as your queen is to serve you but….what’s the king’s obligation towards his queen?” you asked, continuously moving around him. Ichiji huffed, grabbing your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“If you have time to think and ask silly questions while your entire focus should be on pleasing me then I guess I was a little hasty in praising you.” He whispered in a deep tone, this bass resonating in your own body.

You bit your lip at his words but didn’t stop your movements; your fingers pinched your nipples hard, making you pant in response. “Maybe that’s because I need your help, my king.” You whispered back, rubbing your thighs together. “I’ve been dripping ever since I started to touch you, my king. Your body has just this effect on me…” you praised him, thinking it will increase your chances of him finally giving you pleasure as well.

Ichiji chuckled at your words and let go of your chin, instead tracing your cheek with his finger. “Is that so?” he asked curiously. “Of course, my king. I’m craving your body.” You kept going, looking him deep into his eyes. “Pathetic.” He purred, making you stop dead in your tracks at his words. What?

“You want to be a queen yet you act like the servant you’ve always been and always will be.” He grabbed your hair and pulled you on your feet, pulling your face close to his.

“But you-“

“- said I would teach you how to be a queen? I did. But the moment I told you to undress and get on your knees you should’ve fought back. Cuz that’s what queens do….”

“You damn bastard, you set me up!”

“I did. But I can’t say I didn’t like what you did. So, as the graceful and just king that I am, I’m gonna make you an offer.” His hand let go of your hair and instead pulled you onto his lab by your hips.

“Since you wanna be a queen so badly, why don’t you sit your dripping pussy down on my face? Cuz that’s the only throne you’ll be sitting on tonight.”

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katzkinder · 4 years ago

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Little Drops of Water

Tetsu is his pride and joy.

It goes without saying, really, that his dear Eve is his greatest treasure in the world, and that the Item he has been given, one half of the set of four hairclips Tetsu used to keep his hair out of his face all throughout middle and highschool, are almost equally as dear to him as the boy himself. Long after Tetsu is gone, their shiny plastic, ocean blue, will last and Hugh will add them to his treasures. There they will remain alongside a young noble girl’s favored comb, a king and hero’s favorite embroidery (done by the steady and lovely hand of his wife), and… A peasant girl’s dress, carefully, lovingly preserved against the ravages of time, so delicate now that only the most trusted of his subclass are allowed to care for it.

Yes, Tetsu is his pride and joy, and yes, it goes without saying that Hugh holds him near and dear to his heart… But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t brag about him to whoever was fortunate enough to have to listen to him.

...Which is why the situation in front of him is so… Frustrating.

Now, call him a coward, call him a fool, call him a doddering old man… Perhaps he was all those things. But he was not so fool enough as to blindly praise working oneself into the ground, nor was he the type to give praise where it wasn’t due.

Tetsu was not the brightest.

He would admit this, albeit no longer to his Eve’s face. And while he would admit this, he would also much more readily sing Tetsu’s redeeming qualities. Tetsu was a hard worker. Tetsu was steadfast. Tetsu was loyal. Tetsu was a good listener.

Tetsu was all these things and more, but most of all, Tetsu was dedicated.

Which is how Hugh found himself acting as tutor, with his brilliant mind and sharp wit, while his dear Eve prepared for university entrance exams.

It was heartbreaking, though, how hard he worked. Not because Hugh believed he would fail, oh no, far from it. Tetsu might not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was fastidious, and really, Hugh thought, the thing that held him back the most was his lack of confidence in his own abilities, to which Hugh proudly thought he had been quite instrumental in rectifying, if he did say so himself.

It was heartbreaking because… Sometimes, it felt as if the only one who believed Tetsu would succeed was Tetsu himself.

And Hugh, of course.

Now, don’t get him wrong. He didn’t believe Tetsu’s family meant to discourage their son. Far from it, they wanted nothing more than for Tetsu to succeed, and they supported him fully in his university career endeavors. Except, well, Tetsu had told him that he wanted to go to university for one very simple, but very heartfelt reason.

He wanted to save their inn.

The inn which… Tetsu’s own parents felt had no future.

But Tetsu and his iron will, of course, thought otherwise, and he refused to give up on the family business, the place he had grown up and loved and worked so very hard to help run, even as far back as before he and Hugh had met. It was charming. It was lovely. It made Hugh want to fight for him, more than ever before.

The inn was something that, even more than a contract with Hugh, Tetsu took Pride in.

So Hugh, in order to nurture that pride, in order to care for his Eve, would do everything in his power to teach Tetsu everything he needed to know to make that dream of his come true. To make their home, because that’s what it is, this place. This little inn is Hugh’s home now, too. It’s no grand castle, no stone walls or towers or awe inspiring, imposing structures, but he loves it all the same, loves the people who make it such a warm, wonderful place.

He wonders how he could have ever considered letting this place die.

Hugh knows the answer, of course. It’s because he was a coward, a fool, and a doddering old man.

He refuses to be that way any longer.

***

“Hugh. Are you tired?”

The Servamp of Pride exaggerates his yawn further, rubs at one of his eyes with a tiny fist, and mumbles that he is fine, he can keep going, let them continue the lesson. Tetsu frowns at him, adjusts the reading glasses he now needs (and he’s grown into such a handsome young man, Hugh thinks, barely able to keep the smile off his face to continue his ruse), and sets the heavy prep book aside.

“No, it’s late. What time is it?”

“Check your phone, my boy… It’s almost a quarter to eleven,” Hugh informs him, just as Tetsu makes a startled noise when he confirms as such with his own eyes.

“It really is that late… Hugh, that’s amazing. You never need to check a clock or anything.” He shakes his head, willing the distraction away. “Sorry. I should have kept a better eye on the time. Let’s stop for the night. I didn’t notice, but… I’m kind of tired, too.”

And just like that, Tetsu starts tidying his space, placing his glasses back in their case and his books back in his bag while Hugh goes to fetch their pajamas. His Eve pats his head when he returns, murmuring a quiet thanks while Hugh soaks up the attention in a way very few people who aren’t big brother are able to earn from him, and after that, it’s the rest of their bedtime routine as normal. Getting changed, brushing their teeth, rolling out the futon, and climbing in together, Hugh always forever tiny against Tetsu’s larger frame, forever his Eve’s favorite teddy bear.

It suits him just fine, and he chitters softly, contently, when he’s snuggled close, tucks his head up under Tetsu’s chin and inhales the scent of pine he finds there, that wafts from Tetsu himself and his futon each. It’s soothing. It’s home.

Hugh cannot allow himself to fall asleep yet, no matter how tempting it is.

He lies there, being held, being loved, and waits for Tetsu’s breaths to slow, waits for his arms to go slack, just a bit, because once Tetsu is asleep… His real work begins.

It’s easy to slip away. A bat in the night, easing the door to Tetsu’s room open and swooping out into the halls, a wandering pet no one will see in the dark and no one will hear, silent as the beat of his wings are. He pauses, only briefly, when passing by the front desk where the lovely spouse of Tetsu’s elder sister still diligently works, greeting Miyako with a swoop and a cheep. She smiles at him, bids him safe journey.

“I’ll leave the lamp on for you. Take care, Hugh~”

A charming young lady, and she treats Tetsu well. Hugh can’t say he disapproves of her, even if her family is one he could do without. Of course, he never says as much, neither to her face nor to Tetsu’s.

That would be rude.

...To All of Love, however, he will gladly complain.

***

Hugh does not return until hours later, when the moon has passed its highest point in the sky and is on its journey back down to the horizon, chased by creatures neither he nor humanity can see, and yet, if you had asked him once, he would proclaim for certain that they were there.

Now, though, science tells otherwise, and he mourns the loss of that mysticism of the past at the same time he celebrates the inventions of the future, because it is only through the inventions of the future that he is able to monitor what needs to be monitored, and complete the tasks that need to be completed.

Such as keeping up with the local subclass, not all of which are his.

It is… Exhausting work.

Tokyo is a large place, and even without the Melancholy vampires to look after, knock on wood that it stays that way, even without Lust subclass, godspeed to All of Love, the number of them in Tokyo is staggering. Most of them are his, yes, and he does not regret granting them new life, no, never, not one bit, but… Well. Some of them need more assistance than others, and between tending the inn alongside Tetsu, studying, and this, his schedule is just… Completely packed full.

He wouldn’t trade this mind numbing feeling for the world. Not after they worked so hard to achieve what is still, unfortunately, an unsteady peace, but it’s an unsteady peace that has allowed his siblings and his subclass to prosper. To be happy, and healthy, and it leaves him puffing out his chest, tired but proud. Tired but happy.

Hugh would do even more if it were asked of him, he thinks as he sits to start putting together more flashcards and mnemonics and memory games, pens and books and note cards spread out in front of him while he lies on his stomach and gets to work. He would do even more, do whatever he could, if only to secure Tetsu’s future even more surely than the rising of the sun.

Because Tetsu is his pride and joy.

And as his pride and joy… Hugh would make certain that his Eve could rest without a single ounce of guilt.

Sleep well, my dear. The future is yours.

#kat's katerwauling #servamp #tetsu sendagaya #hugh the dark algernon iii #pride pair #pawprints #servamp fic #where my pride stans at

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lady-divine-writes · 4 years ago

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Good Omens - A Historic Blunder (Rated NC17)

Summary: Crowley shows up in the Bastille to rescue Aziraphale, but for some reason, when he snaps his fingers, it doesn't only release Aziraphale from his chains, it switches their places. Miffed at all of Crowley's mean comments about his beautiful suit, Aziraphale doesn't just opt to free Crowley, but forces him to earn his way out of his chains by putting his smart mouth and sharp tongue to better use. (1999 words)

Notes: Written for the @coldomenszine - nsfw digital-only edition. Warning for bondage and oral.

Read on AO3.

“What in the …?" Crowley glares at the shackles clamped around his wrists and Aziraphale's gold brocade suit miraculously tailored to his body. His eyes dart over to Aziraphale, clothed in the burgundy coat he arrived in. "Why am I wearing your clothes? And your chains? How the Heaven did this happen?"

"I don't know," Aziraphale says, massaging his wrists, rubbed raw by the shackles he'd been locked in. Indeed, how did this happen? Just moments ago, between pleasant banter and derisive remarks in regard to Aziraphale's unfortunate clothing choices, Crowley had snapped his fingers, performing a demonic miracle to set Aziraphale free. Which he did, so, of course, well done him. But now Crowley is the one in chains ...

... while Aziraphale is dressed like a peasant.

"Are you losing your touch?"

"Very funny.” Crowley snaps his fingers again. And again. And again. But no matter what he does, he can’t break free.

Most of what he'd intended when he snapped his fingers happened. Aziraphale is unbound, and the guard who had been sent to fetch him standing paralyzed in the corner. Other than that, nothing else worked the way it was supposed to.

It's almost as if his spell backfired.

"Could this be a punishment from Hell for you rescuing me?" Aziraphale asks with genuine confusion. "You said your lot don't send rude notes. Could they have taken away your power instead?"

“Don’t know," Crowley says, examining his hands for answers. "Does seem like something they'd do.”

Aziraphale gasps. "Maybe they know you're here, and this was a test! Or maybe this isn't Hell's doing at all! Maybe this is Heaven's!" He looks up and around, trying to sense any Holy influence in their midst. If he finds any, he's going to be very put off, seeing as they made no move whatsoever to aid him.

"All interesting theories," Crowley agrees, giving the shackles a tug, checking their strength. "Theories I would love to discuss with you at length somewhere other than here. So why don't you get me out of this mess?"

Aziraphale tuts at Crowley's tone. He's every inch a demon of Hell, with demon manners, too. "What's the magic word?"

Crowley rolls his eyes. He considers not saying it out of spite, but what other option has he? "Please."

"Could you possibly say it nicer?"

Crowley fixes Aziraphale with the fire of his fierce, yellow eyes. "No."

"Fine." Aziraphale raises a hand to snap his fingers, but he hesitates.

"Wot?" Crowley shakes the chains to remind Aziraphale what he should be doing. "Wot's the matter?"

“I don't know."

"Wot do you mean you don't know?"

"It was nice of you to sweep in here and help me, but you're being mean to me."

"I'm being mean to you?"

"You made fun of my clothes!”

Crowley sputters like a car struggling to start. “You’re ... you're ... you're going to let me get discorporated because I made a comment about your outfit?”

“It was rude! I'll have you know that suit was a gift from Marie Antoinette herself!”

"Pfft. Fitting you'd be wearing it here then."

Aziraphale tsks in disgust. "Was that really necessary?"

Footsteps overhead, coupled with the sounds of cells opening and shrill cries for mercy, draw Crowley's attention away, make him swallow hard. "Okay, look, none of that matters right now! I got you out of your chains, yes? Tit for tat, angel. Bust me out!"

"Quite right, quite right. I could do that. Bust you out, as you say. But what’s in it for me?”

"Aside from you not losing your head?"

"Yes. Obviously. Aside from that."

“I’ll take you to lunch," Crowley offers.

Aziraphale shrugs. “Alas, I’ve already eaten.”

Crowley pulls a face. “That’s never mattered before!”

“Yes ..." Aziraphale grins "... but today it does.”

"Wot else could you possibly want?"

"What are you willing to give me?"

Crowley crosses his arms over his chest, fumbling with the cumbersome metal links so he can manage it. "I know you've got something on your mind, angel. So could you help me out? Give me a hint?"

"Well ..." Aziraphale rolls his eyes to the ceiling, stalling in the hopes Crowley might figure it out "... it's been terribly stressful here, locked up by myself, waiting to be executed ..." He busies himself picking nonexistent lint from Crowley's jacket, feigning nonchalance. He has no intention of letting Crowley lose his head. He's having a bit of fun with him.

But maybe he can finagle a little something more.

"So you're wanting something to relieve your stress, is that it?"

"Perhaps ..."

Crowley smirks. "The stress of being locked up or the stress of being an arsehole?"

Aziraphale huffs. “Remember, my dear, I can’t stop time the way you can so we don’t have a lot to play around with.”

“How much time are we talking about exactly?” Crowley asks, dropping to his knees. Aziraphale hides his triumphant grin behind a scowl when he sees the immaculate hem of his pants and the toes of his satin shoes come in contact with the grimy floor.

“There are guards strolling the halls, checking on prisoners several floors above us. There’s one a few floors down doing the same, coming up this way. So I’d say you have roughly twenty minutes.”

"Twenty minutes!?”

“Nineteen now.”

“Knowing the response time of your cock when faced with my tongue, I’d say that’s more time than I need.”

Aziraphale glowers. "Eighteen ..."

"Alright, alright! Help me out! Undo your trousers!"

"You're already down there. I'd say you're in a better position to undo them, don't you?"

"Bastard!" Crowley growls. He snaps his fingers, quadruple checking that it won't work. Wouldn't it be the dog's bollocks if his magic came back in time to shove Aziraphale's snarky attitude right back in his face?

But it doesn't.

Crowley unfastens the fall-front of Aziraphale's trousers, the rough metal of the shackles doing no favors for his wrists in this position, but that barely fazes him, focused on this particular task.

It's been ages since he's seen angel's cock.

He removes it from the confines of angel's trousers, holds it in his hand, and wonders - has it gotten bigger since? Has Aziraphale been putting extra effort into this part of his anatomy since the last time they were together?

Or is he doing this now for Crowley's benefit?

To make Crowley desire him?

Crowley opens wide, takes him in his mouth, but slowly. More slowly than usual. They might be pressed for time, but Crowley feels a need for vengeance. He's going to drag this out, use all of the eighteen - no, seventeen - minutes they have to frustrate the Hell out of Aziraphale.

Teach him a lesson he won't forget anytime soon.

Crowley's lips around Aziraphale's cock nearly discorporate Aziraphale in an instant. It's been too long since he's sampled this demon's pleasures - his warm mouth, his quick wit.

His exquisite company.

"That's is," Aziraphale moans as Crowley wraps his serpent tongue around him, then drags it down his length. "That definitely hits the spot."

Crowley pulls away. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. My knees are aching like Christ on the cross."

"Too soon, my dear," Aziraphale mutters, eyelids fluttering shut to block out sounds of clattering chains, guards coming ever closer, screams of prisoners dragged to their deaths, the ominous drop of the guillotine. "Too soon."

This is the way things have been between them for as long as Crowley can remember. These small indiscretions, stolen taboos, are all they're allowed. They never know when they will have time together, so they relish it whenever it comes along. As fun as it is riling angel up, Crowley can't help wishing he could do things up proper: in the quiet of his flat, on a bed of rose petals, with a bottle of champagne, a bowl of fresh cream, and all the time in the world to enjoy it.

“Crowley!" Aziraphale whines, hips bucking, desperation saturating every breath. "They're coming!"

"Are you?"

"This isn't the time for humor!"

"How much time do we have left?"

"We don't have any left!”

As if on cue, the guards Aziraphale has been sensing arrive, going on loudly about what could have happened to their companion (Marcel - the man stuck in the corner). They stop, do a double-take, then go bug-eyed when they spot Crowley, dressed like a member of the haut monde, on his knees in front of Aziraphale.

At first, they don't know what to make of it. They would chalk it up as a victory if not for the fact that, even dressed like one of them, they have no idea who Aziraphale is. And though they recognize the fancy suit Crowley is sporting, they have no clue how the man inside went from plump and pale to thin with flaming red hair and dark glasses.

They try to think up a practical explanation, but as former men of faith, they come to the conclusion that what's going on inside the cell is the work of the Devil. They hurry off, presumably to summon back-up, screaming about witchcraft and perversion. Aziraphale doesn't know for sure. They could be yelling about the weather. His grasp of conversational French isn't as good as it should be. He could ask Crowley to translate, but he wouldn't remove his mouth from his cock for anything.

Tragically, Crowley does so himself. "I think we've been spotted."

"How did you guess?"

"Are you even close?"

"Yes! Yes, I am! I ... oh, let me! May I?" Aziraphale grabs Crowley's head but waits for a consenting nod before he holds him still and fucks his mouth to the finish. And Crowley lets him. He may as well have some fun with his mouth before he and his head become strangers. Not that he thinks Aziraphale would leave him there to be beheaded.

But would he?

"Oh! Oh, dear! Oh for Heaven's ...!" Aziraphale comes down Crowley's throat in a wash of Holy light enough to burn straight through to his stomach, but that's part of what he enjoys about letting angel use him.

That taste of Heaven that accompanies his orgasm.

"Oh my goodness!" Aziraphale pants. "That was exceptional, my dear. Bravo. You really know how to rise to a challenge."

"I'm glad you're satisfied." Crowley wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then licks up every last drop. "But there's still the matter of you breaking me out."

"Yes ..." Aziraphale awkwardly clears his throat "... that."

"You are going to free me, right?"

Aziraphale shoots Crowley an offended look. "Of course, I am! I'm an angel of my word!"

"A-ha. And how do you intend on doing that when you didn't want to use a miracle to free yourself?" Crowley asks, kicking himself for not considering that at the beginning of all this.

"Oh! Well, you see, I nicked the key from that chap over there ..." Aziraphale pats down the pockets of Crowley's coat, then the pockets of his own, chirping a tiny, "A-ha!" when he finds it.

"Why didn't you tell me!?"

"You didn't ask!"

"How did you get it off him without his noticing?"

"Nu-uh." Aziraphale sticks the key in the lock and gives it a twist. "A magician never reveals his secrets."

"Wait! That means you could have gotten yourself ... and me ... out of those chains this entire time!?" Crowley hisses, shaking out the throbbing in his wrists as the chains fall to the ground. But Aziraphale sidesteps Crowley's question and helps him to his feet.

"Come come now! Let's get moving!" With a snap of Aziraphale's fingers, Crowley is re-dressed in his original clothes while Aziraphale reluctantly switches outfits with the still frozen guard. "We mustn't hang about!"

When the guards return, there's only one prisoner in the cell.

The aristocrat on his knees and the revolutionary he was servicing are gone.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale #Crowley

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dancingthesambaa · 4 years ago

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The Smell of Plum Blossom Tea Ch 9

Summary: Just like a butterfly wing, a single act of kindness can change the course of the future, it certainly did for MK as a black furred monkey put out a hand towards him.

Rating: Teen and up

Chapter 9: Decisions and Hesitations

“You really want to do this, you really want to try and race me?” Mei asks as she sees MK roll up in the restaurant scooter.

“I’m in it to win it!” He cockily said, “and besides I always wanted to try out one of these races, my new powers are gonna seriously help me!”

“So are we!” They see an orange and blue demon with their own car as they posed ontop of it.

“Yin!”

“And Gin!”

“You don’t even know the track!” The pro racer yelled out as she leaned in closer to him.

“I got Monkey King powers! I think I will be fine!”

“It doesn’t work like that!”

Needless to say, both demons were ignored, but the next demon wasn’t as he revved up his engine.

“Quiet peasants! I’m trying to get in the zone!” Red Son called out as he kept his eye on the track in front of him.

“Oh hey Red! I didn’t know you were participating!” MK smiled and gave a wave.

“Well the prize is a worthwhile venture to be acquired,” he huffed out.

“Well I hope you boys will like the taste of my fumes when I leave you both in the dust!” She grinned savagely.

“Please, you will be the one tasting my dust!” The Monkie kid shot back.

“You want to bet on it!”

“Oh yeah! The usual?”

“You know it, you want to join in hot head?” She asked the prince.

“As if I would want to participate in your frivolous competition,” he rolled his eyes.

“Awww, it sounds like you scared,” she began to mock him.

“What!” A burst of flame emerged.

“Chicken! Bawk! Bawk! Bawk!” MK flapped his arms as he did that.

“Red Son is no coward! What is the bet!” He hissed out as steam emitted from his mouth.

“Loser has to treat the other to an all you can eat ice cream!” MK quickly shouted.

“Deal!”

“And it looks like things are heating up down in the tracks!” Yin stated as he and his brothers entered the commenter podium.

“And on a totally unrelated note, we're the new commentators,” Jin added as he grabbed the mic.

“I really shouldn’t be surprised something like this would happen,” MK sighed as he quickly put his seatbelt on.

“And to spice things up we’ve gone ahead and altered the race track!”

“WHAT!” Not only the trio, but every racer shouted out as they saw the now new and updated version of the track on the screen.

“Here’s your start and here’s your finish, get there anyway you like!” Yin said as she pointed to multiple areas.

“Fuck me!” One of the racers screamed out as he slammed his head against the wheel.

“Well there goes all of my plans!” Another angrily said in a red car as she honked her horn violently.

“I’m gonna kill them,” a calm voice said as they gripped the wheel.

“This is fine,” someone’s eye twitches violently, “this is perfectly fine.”

“On your marks!”

“Hold on!” Mei cried out as she tried to figure out if that really just happened.

“Get set!”

“Wait what!?” Red Son blanched as he looked at the commentator sector, more specifically the twin demons, as if he wanted to climb up there and rip both their mouths off.

“Go!” They echoed together as only MK began to drive off as he had no previous experience with racing, so he wasn’t weighed down on the dangers, uncertainties, and screwups that can occur with not having the road memorized.

“See you at the finish line!”

“Oh hell no!” Mei revved her engine and began to chase after him.

“Get back here!” Red Son did the same as he quickly followed and soon enough everyone joined in as well.

“I still can’t believe that they weren’t real,” MK grumbled as he licked his ice cream.

“I still can’t believe the both of you thought it was real,” Mei smirked as she pointed her spoon at them.

“In hindsight, I should have never thought that the peaches of immortality would ever be a prize in a mortal sport,” Red Son grumbled as he bit into his cone. “Every demon, creature, and mortal alike would be flocking at the chance of immortality if it was real.”

“Well jokes on the both of you, cause now I can savor my free delicious goodness,” she held up her cup.

“You don’t have to rub it in,” the boy groaned.

“Yeah, I do. I mean, who was saying that they only needed the great Monkey King powers to win?” She put her finger to her chin, “Oh right! It was you!”

“I said I was sorry.”

“Well since you got me my wonderful prize, your apology has been accepted. Just try not to be dumb next time.”

“All I can do is try!”

“If it wasn’t for you, I would have won!” The flame demon half glared at MK.

“To be fair, how was I supposed to know that I crashed into you when I fell out of the sky!” He threw his hands up. “I was just trying to get ahead!”

“Well now my vehicle is in ruins because of you!”

“You're not the only one, Pigsy is gonna kill me once I get back,” he smacked his head on the table.

“Don’t you have Monkey King powers?” She pointed out.

“Huh?” MK tilted his head as the demon's eyes widened in realization as he smacked his face.

“You could have fixed it!” He roared out.

“Oh right!” He had totally forgotten that he could do that, “I am soo doing that after we eat.”

Red Son grabbed him by his collar and brought him close until they were nose to nose, “I have spent countless months making and fine tuning my car to my tastes and you, noodle boy, have ruined that in less than a second. You will fix my car now.”

“Oor I can do that,” he quickly grabbed his staff and went outside as the two follow.

“Don’t worry,” Mei patted the demon's shoulder, “I know exactly your pain. Love him, but he almost lost a hand after he managed to bust my engine.”

“I said I was sorry!” He called out as both vehicles reverted back to their original state with a few missing pieces here and there.

“Tell that to my motor!”

Red Son inspected his car and nodded his head, “still some parts missing, but an adequate patch up job nonetheless. I will bring it back to its former glory when I bring it back home.”

“Your welcome,” the Monkie kid smiled.

“You're the one who broke it in the first place!”

“Point,” he then walked a little way closer, “soo I guess this means you're gonna head home now.” He said a bit sadly, he liked hanging out with Red, he is one of the few, besides Mei, who can match his level of energy. So it was always a bummer whenever he had to head back to his crummy family, he had heard how parents talked to him and needless to say, he did not like it.

The demon side eyed his friend's words and huffed, “I can do whatever I want, you have no authority over me.” He marched back inside with his head held high.

Both MK and Mei's eyes slightly widened at this, but they both shared grins as they quickly followed him back inside the shop.

“So question, is water wet?” She couldn’t help herself.

“By the-of course it is wet!” He looked so lost at the random question.

“Nope it’s not,” MK stood firm in his belief, he knew what Mei was doing, but he was not about to let this go.

“Of course it is noodle boy! If water makes other materials wet then by default the water is wet!”

“Key word ‘other materials’ the water itself is not wet.”

“That makes no sense, of course it is!”

“It makes perfect sense!”

“Do you have a brain or is it hiding under all that stupidity?!”

“I will not back down from this, water is not wet!”

“In what world!”

Mei happily sat back and enjoyed the chaos she just unfolded.

“Nice job MK,” Monkey King complimented his protege when he saw him master the reverse strike. “You are getting quite the hang of this.”

“Thanks!” He smiled as he swung his staff back to his side.

“You're learning faster than I have ever anticipated, are you learning from another teacher behind my back?” He narrowed his eyes teasingly though it still held a hint of seriousness as he was curious about how he knew some of those moves.

“No!” He immediately said, but he backtracked moments later, “well yeah, but not like that! It’s just that my Dad has been teaching me some fighting moves for the past couple of years.”

“Lighten up,” he jokingly ruffled his head, “I’m just teasing you. Though I seriously have to meet your old man sooner or later, he seems like a pretty cool dude if he’s teaching you all this.”

“Of-,” he cut himself off as he realized what he was about to do. His dear ol Dad, the medicine monkey who has a grumpy temper, the biggest worrier he has ever met, was Macaque, the same monkey who tried to kill the Monkey King and the rest of the gang, albeit under a huge misunderstanding.

He cannot, under any circumstances, be allowed to meet his Dad again.

While he doesn’t think that Monkey King will go off the rails and try to exterminate him on sight, he rather not take the chance either way. But, as much as he hates to admit it, there will always be the possibility that the two will meet sooner or later.

“Maybe later,” he nervously said as he scratched the back of his neck. “But how about teaching me something else, likkke a certain 72 transformation technique.” He really wanted to learn this out of all the moves.

The monkey sage merely quirked his eyebrow at his student's blatant tell, but he let it slide…for now. “Oh ho ho, now why should I teach you that?”

“But why not?”

“But why?” He shot back.

“But, but, but it would be so cool!” It really would be so cool, transforming into all those different kinds of animals, but he does have to admit that he does have a certain animal that he is leaning towards.

“It is definitely a cool move,” he agreed as he balanced on his tail, “but you don’t have to learn that at the moment.”

“Oh come on, when will I be ready,” he huffed out.

“When I say you are,” he poked the middle of his forehead then playfully snagged his violet bandana off his head and began to run away.

“Hey! Give that back!” He began to chase the monkey as they traverse up the mountain.

“Here’s your next lesson,” he tied the bandana to his left arm as he was standing on top of a large boulder. “We will be focusing on your stamina next, you seem to have a lot, but I want to test out how long you can go for.”

“Oh I can go on for a long time!” He cockily stated as he had already climbed up halfway to him, “so you better give me back my bandana when I catch you!”

“Good luck with that,” he shot back with the same arrogance as he hopped over to a tree that was quite a distance away. He silently watched his protege leaped from the rock to the tree closest to it, then he saw him stumble a bit with the different texture as he climbed on, but this is when he became a bit confused as he saw him sit down on one of the tree branches and proceeded to take his shoes and socks off. “What are you doing?” He muttered out.

Then he saw MK begin to climb once more and, he noted, that he actually began to have an easier time with climbing and swinging from tree to tree. “Well, I’ll be.”

It was only when MK got closer did he ask, “so it seems that I have underestimated your climbing skills, is this what your Dad also taught you?”

“Kinda,” he brightly said as he kept on climbing, “I was raised in the Plum Blossom Forest, I might as well have been born in there! I think that I have climbed every tree imaginable that was in that forest.”

“The Plum Blossom Forest,” the Monkey King mused. He knew of it, it had popped up a couple of centuries back, but he really never had a chance to check it out before. “Sounds interesting, I didn’t know humans were living there,” he subtly asked.

“There isn’t,” MK automatically said, not understanding the sage question.

“Oh? Is that so? So you visit often,” he curiously asked as he moved to a different treetop.

“Stop moving! But, no I live there, I thought I already told you that,” MK huffed as he moved over to the next tree.

“No, you said nothing of sorts,” he mocked back, “but if there is no human there, then how about you and your Dad?”

“Well I am the only human, my Dad’s not,” he momentarily stopped mid climb as he just realized what he admitted, but continued to climb. “He’s a demon.”

“A demon, that is something you don’t hear every day,” he teased. He has nothing against interspecies relationships, but he does have to admit that there aren't many couples like that out there. Prejudice is a right bitch at times no matter how much the eras may go past. “Your parents must really have a strong relationship with each other.”

As MK was about to say something an idea began to form in his head as he calmly switched tracks and said, “Nah, it’s just my Dad. He adopted me after he found me in the rain out in the alley after I got lost.” While he doesn’t want the two to meet again, he can admit to himself that there will always be a possibility that it will happen, so why not let the Monkey King see his Macaque in a better light.

His eyes widened as he heard this, but other than that, his entire form stayed the same, “Well that was nice of him,” was all he said.

MK only felt a bit bad about trying to manipulate the great Monkey King, but he kinda doesn’t want his Dad to be turned into utter paste if they ever meet again. So he will use every trick in the book he learns from both him and Mei and makes sure that when this all blows up in his face then at least he will have some resemblance of a bomb shelter to shield them from the blast.

So like he said, he only felt a bit bad.

“Yep! He’s been raising me ever since then!” He cheerily added as he eyed a certain monkey keeping his poor bandana hostage.

Wukong opted to stay quiet at this as he let the rest of the implications fall over him on his student situation. Though he did move back to the mountain once he got too close once again.

“Oh come on!”

“Seriously, why does this Forest even have faeries?!” Red Son yelled out as he finally found his way to the treehouse.

“Hello to you too,” MK grinned as he saw him and Mei walk towards him. “I didn’t know you two were coming together.”

“We weren’t,” Mei grumbled in irritation, “but some faeries decided that this is the time that they wanted to be devious, so I was stuck there for three hours!”

“I was in there for two before I saw biker girl,” the demon added as he stomped over to the tree. “If we didn’t spot each other, I was about to set fire to everything around me just so I can finally come here.”

“Agreed,” she growled out. This wasn’t her first time dealing with those half pint brats and she knows it won’t be her last. “Even Baba was laughing at us.”

“If I didn’t respect her so much I would be furious with her,” Red grumbled. He had met the divine creature on multiple occasions as he has always felt like an ant in her eyes whenever they meet. It was both infuriating and fascinating at the same time.

“At least they didn’t try to make deals with you,” MK tried to look on the bright side, only to get twin glares.

“I know better than to even play nice with a murderous being that is not even the size of my pinky! Mei doesn’t fuck with that kind of trickery, I like my soul thank you very much.”

“The faeries of this forest don’t do deals,” both humans looked at him in confusion, “I know, weird, but apparently Macaque told me some time ago when I first mentioned them that he and the Queen of the colony made a deal that they can stay in his forest as long as they don’t attempt to harm anyone that wanders in.” Now when he first heard this he was more than a little skeptical. Faeries, especially Woodland Faeries, are known for tricking their prey into a deal that usually ends with them losing their soul. Just because they look cute and innocent, doesn’t mean that they aren’t cold, manipulative little bastards stuffed with wiggly cruelty. He should know, he and his family have met with several of their kinds in his travels and even his parents refuse to have anything to do with those cretins.

“But they can still do shit like this,” she pointed out.

“Unfortunately yes,” he grumbled and he couldn’t help but add, “and I would have been able to maneuver my way through this if you didn’t insist on going your own way.”

“Me?” She marched up to him and pointed a finger at his chest, “You were the one getting all high and mighty and strutting around the forest like your hot shit! I was just following you fancy pants.”

“Ridiculous! You were the one saying ‘Don’t worry I know this forest like the back of my hand’ but apparently, you don’t know it as much as you hoped,” he slapped her hand away.

“Guys,” MK tried to butt in, but it was no use as their argument grew louder.

“Oh ho ho! Look who's talking Mr. ‘This is hardly a hassle for someone like me!’ But I guess someone like you ain’t worth the title you own!”

“Mei no,” the boy looked towards her.

“Not. Worth. My. Title?!” His head flickered in fury as steam began to come out.

“Red please,” MK practically was begging at this point.

He almost seemed to listen…almost as he calmly retorted “That says a lot a little coming from you little miss princess.”

“Goddamnit,” he sighed as he quickly stepped back as Mei tackled Red Son as she screamed.

“I am no fucking Princess! I am a goddamn Queen!”

The two began to brawl wildly across the area and the more Mei punched Red in the face and Red kneed her in the stomach, more and more bruises began to form.

“Honestly I’m shocked that this didn’t happen sooner,” he admitted as he sat back and watched their fight.

Then when both Dragon successor and Bull prince managed to throw each other away from one another, one brought out a glowing viridian sword in hand and the other lit up his fist in all its blaze of glory.

“Shit!” MK shouted as he began to sprint towards them with staff in hand.

Mei rushed towards Red Son with frustration in her eyes and he charged her with irritation on his own and just before their attacks hit one another a certain staff blocked their way and the trio attack let out a devastating roar.

BOOOM!

They all were pushed back by a tidal wave of heat and air but managed to stay on their feet.

“Okay I wasn't expecting that!” MK was the first one to say as he got his bearings. “A little boom, yes, but not whatever that was.”

“I hate to admit it, but I agree with you noodle boy,” Red Son said as he lowered his arms and looked down at their crater.

“You’re telling me,” Mei looked impressed by their miniature destruction as she looked around the area, “we managed to cause quite a bit of-FUCK!”

“What?!” Both boys whipped towards Mei, who looked oddly terrified as she pointed towards the tree line. They followed her finger and what they saw made them match her own face as standing at what used to be a beautiful grove of Plum Blossoms, was now a charred pile of ash.

“Nononono!” MK rushed over as he tried to examine the charred ground. “I thought I blocked it!”

“Well I think you redirect it!” Mei said in a panic as well, she knew very well just how much the trees meant to Macaque and now they had all done and fucked them up.

“How?!”

“Magic does strange things,” was all Red Son could mutter as he looked down at his destruction. He has never known why these trees were so important, after all this whole forest has an abundance of these, but during his multiple visits here he has gotten small snippets from both Macaque unruly friends and the creatures that dwell here of how important these trees mean to the Six Eared monkey. So, he tries his best to neither harm nor burn down a tree when he visits, despite not knowing why. Now he has thrown that all in the trash as he sees he has ruined something of importance to him.

“Now is not the time?!” MK panicked screamed as he tried to pick up the ash, but it just fell through his fingers. “This is so bad.”

“Are you guys okay?!” They all stiffen and quickly turn to see both Macaque and Ahmed leap towards them with worry on their faces. The monkey continued, “I heard screaming and an explosion.”

They all rushed in front as they tried, and failed, to cover their mess.

“We’re perfectly fine,” Mei grinned wide, “nothing is wrong.”

“She is correct,” Red Son nervously smiled, “everything is quite fine.”

“Yep,” MK didn’t look his Dad in the eyes, “we didn’t do anything bad.”

Both biker and demon elbowed him.

Ahmed and Macaque both looked at each other questioningly.

“Okay, what are you guys hiding?” He crossed his arms and looked to them, more specifically his son.

MK couldn’t help but look up and saw his Dad questioning look and he caved in faster than a house on fire as he wailed. “I’M SO SORRY!”

Mei and Red Son flinched as well as their shoulders dropped down in shame.

“Hey hey,” the monkey kneeled in front of his son as the lion gave a comforting pat on the other two shoulders. “Whatever happened, I’m sure it’s not too bad.”

“No, we fucked up real bad,” she whimpered out with her head lowered. “I am really sorry.”

“No words of apologies can amount to my failure,” the demon lowered his head as well.

“Seriously what happened?” He tried to ask but got only silence and tears in reply.

Ahmed did a quick scan around and he snorted as he saw what was behind them, “I think they're referring to the charred pile of ash behind them.”

The kids all stiffen as they watched Macaque see their destruction and it was only a moment of tense silence that had passed as they all awaited the inevitable yelling, but it wasn’t the one they were anticipating as he started to chuckle.

“Pffffftt, I’m gonna take a guess and say this was you guy’s creation,” he couldn’t help but smirk.

“Yessss?” She drew out the ‘s’ in confusion, “me and Red got in an argument and, well-”

“We fought and then MK stepped in to stop us, but it made it worse and then that happened,” he waved over their mess. “You don’t look mad?”

“Cause I’m not.”

“Really?!” They all shouted as MK continued, “but you told us just how much these trees meant to you and how you grew them yourself and you're telling us that it’s okay?!”

“Yep,” he popped the ‘p’ as he said that.

“But, but why!?”

“Look kiddos, I know both you and gale watched Ahmed and I fight some time ago right,” he said.

“Yeah?” Both humans agreed.

“So you know that we may have gotten more than a little wild with our fight and some things got utterly wrecked.”

“What’s the point of this?”

“I think what he’s trying to say is that during our fight, we destroyed an abundance of Plum trees,” Ahmed stepped in.

“…you know you did, didn’t you,” Mei mused out.

“Oh,” MK blinked as he did remember the clearing getting trashed to the point where it was almost unrecognizable to its previous state. “I suddenly feel like an idiot.”

“You're not the only one.”

“What fight?” Red curiously asked as Mei gave him a quick rundown.

“It’s the thought that counts starlight,” he smirked as he ruffled his son's hair.

“Sure, but I still feel bad,” he mumbled as he kicked a rock.

“Hmm well how bout this,” he grabbed the trio's attention, “to pay me back, all three of you are gonna plant a plant in that spot.”

“Like another Plum Tree or-” the monkey demon cut her off.

“Any plant you want, heck you can even plant daffodils. Those suckers can grow practically anywhere, but you guys will be the ones to take care of your plant. Deal.”

“Deal,” they all nodded.

“Alright but before we do that,” he brings out some bags and gloves, “how bout we clean up your mess.”

“Okay!/Let's do this!/This area will look even better than before!” MK, Mei, and Red Son all shouted as they grabbed the materials and began to clean up.

“I just noticed,” MK said as he put on his gloves with a mischievous grin, as he looked towards Red, “you said my name!”

He blushed as he remembered, but turned away, “no I didn’t.”

Mei matched her brother's grin, “you totally did!”

“It was the slip of the tongue!”

“Awww, you're finally warming up to us!”

“Shut your lying mouth!”

Both monkey and lion shared an amused look as they watched two humans and a demon, one side playfully argue and the other in complete denial, go at it.

It was not until a few weeks later did the once charred spot began to reform back in its former glory, but instead of Plum blossom saplings in its place there was a patch of Protea seeds grown by a Dragon girl, some Lotus buds planted by a Bull prince, and a section of Magnolia saplings nurtured by a Monkey successor.

“One day, you have to tell me how you make these noodles,” Macaque said as he quietly slurped down the rest of the food.

“Trade secret simian,” Pigsy chuckled as he wiped down his counter. “But I might let my lips loose a little if you tell me how you make your Dim Sum dumplings.”

“That can be arranged,” he grinned as he put down his empty bowl, “so, how have you and Tang been doing?”

The pig demon groaned as he stopped himself from slamming his head on the counter, “did Mei put you up to this?”

“Yep,” he unashamedly said.

“Of course she did,” he grumbled, “well tell her that there is nothing there.”

“But you want something to be there,” he pointed his dark green sparkly nail at him. Breezy got him, Comet, and Spitfire to do some nail time and he can say it didn’t turn out so bad. He knows MK was proudly showing off his violet nails against Mei’s bright green ones, even Red was admiring his own sparkly black ones. He even had his long mane of fur braided by them and it goes to show that you can learn new things about someone, he didn’t know little spitfire could braid hair. Apparently, the little prince said he learned it after Daiyu had dragged him off one day to meet some of her siblings, let it be known that he has a weakness towards wide eyed baby birds.

“No I don’t,” he huffed.

He raised an eyebrow.

Pigsy threw up his hands in defeat, “okay fine! Yes! I do like Tang in more than a friend way, happy now.”

“Ecstatic,” he deadpanned as he took a sip of his drink, “so why haven’t you said anything to him? And don’t give me that BS of not wanting to lose your friendship with him.”

“But it is!” He gripped the counter tight for a moment before exhaling, “look, I’ve been through so many crushes and puppy love throughout my life, hell take Spider Queen for one.”

“I think that was more of a lapse of judgment,” he patted the stool next to him.

“Whatever you call it, but for Tang I…I don’t think I ever fell for someone this hard before,” he sighed as he sat down next to the monkey. “I know it’s not a crush, I’ve known him too long and I know him for too long to be something as simple as a crush.”

“So what is it then?”

“I don’t know,” he moaned out as he covered his face with his hands.

“You do,” Pigsy peeked out from between his fingers as he looked at the monkey. “But you just don’t want to say it out loud.”

“Say what?”

“That you love him,” he bluntly stated.

“I do not-”

“So you don’t love the way he smiles?”

“Wha-no I do, but that doesn’t mean-” Pigsy admitted and tried to deny, but was cut off again.

“You don’t like how he looks into your eyes?”

“…his eyes are pretty, but that still-”

“What about how he talks on and on about all that history?”

“Oh fuck off about that!” He lets off a low growl to him, “the man is passionate about what he loves, and goddamnit it’s amazing watching him go on and on about it because he reveres even the smallest of rumors as a treasure no matter how weird they may be! So you can’t sit here and tell me that someone like him doesn’t ignite a spark within your soul as you look deep within him and can’t help but marvel at just how beautiful he is!”

Macaque raised an eyebrow as he crossed his arms.

Pigsy's whole body stilled as he realized what he said, then he firmly said, “but that doesn’t mean that I love him?”

“Why not?”

“Why not? For fuck sake I have never taken Tang out on a date nor do I even know if he even sees me as anything more than an annoying friend,” he slumped down on the counter.

“You don’t have to be dating to be in love,” Pigsy lifted his head to look at Macaque, but the monkey was steadfastly looking forward. “Love cannot be defined in such a small category, there are so many ways that someone can love another without dating. Sometimes it’s when you laughing along with one of their stupid jokes and you realize that there is something there. Sometimes it is loud and boisterous and even when the other is annoying, you can’t help but still want to stay by their side no matter what. Sometimes it’s the quiet times where you are with them and then it clicks that you want something more, that there is something more. It’s that moment, when you're curled up next to them with the sun high in the sky, you know that you love them.”

There was a silence in the air as both demons knew what was implied, but neither had the guts to say anything.

“Macaque,” the pig demon put a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Love is not so biased to one category,” the monkey demon continued as if nothing happened, “it cannot be contained in just one. So, I’ll ask again, do you love Tang?”

“…I didn’t even realize when I fell hard until I was listening to him talk about some underwater temple and I just couldn’t stop staring at just how beautiful he was at that moment. He was hella annoyed when he found out I wasn’t even paying to him, but that was then I realized I truly did love him,” Pigsy softly chuckled as he put his hand down.

“You did?” His head shot up at the familiar voice and he turned around to the front of the door to see Sandy, MK, and Mei all surrounding the voice, which made his heart drop as he saw Tang.

“How much did you hear?!”

“Ever since the little crush bit,” Mei smiled widely.

“Mei!”

“We heard it all,” MK joined in.

“MK!”

“It was really sweet Pigsy,” Sandy cooed.

“Sandy!” The pig demon didn’t know who to yell at first and instead turned to the monkey, “Macaque! You knew?!”

“Well I did say I was helping Mei with her plan,” he shrugged with a smirk.

Before Pigsy could lay it on him, he felt a warm hand touch his shoulder and his attention was brought back to a wide eyed historian.

“So is it true?” He asked with something the pig demon didn’t recognize, “did you really mean that?”

It was at that moment when he really wanted to just say it was all one big misunderstanding and maybe, he would be able to salvage the tender relationship he still had with Tang, but when he looked into his eyes he knew that he couldn’t lie to him, not now. “Yeah, I do. I love you and I know this is out of the blue, but I…oh.” He cut himself off as two arms encircled his neck and hugged him as tight as he could. “Uhhhh?”

“We could have been doing this so much sooner,” he heard a small chuckle coming from Tang.

“Done what?” His brain hadn’t had time to properly comprehend what was happening at the moment.

Tang then leaned back to put his own forehead on his head, “I realized I love you a few years back when I saw you cooking dinner back at your apartment, you just looked so content at that moment, just smiling as you sang so badly to that song-”

“Never was a good singer,” he couldn’t help but say as his heart beat faster in his ears.

“ThatI just couldn’t help myself from falling in love with you,” his eyes twinkled.

“You don’t say…” he whispered as he drew the human in closer, “it seems we’re a pair of idiots.”

“You're not wrong there,” Tang agreed as he gave a small kiss on the demon's forehead.

His face blushed a fierce red as he mustered up his own courage and kissed the back of the historian hand that was entwined with his.

Tang's smile also grew brighter as he hauled Pigsy up closer to him and placed a kiss right dab on his lips. It wasn’t until elated cheers that the two released each other from the other lips, though they still didn’t let go of the other as throughout the exchange their arms wrapped around the other.

“Woohoo!” MK cheered as he leaped in the air.

“Freenoddleshipping for the win!” Mei pumped her fist in the air.

“It’s about time,” Macaque smirked as his tail swished behind him.

“I am so happy for you guys!” Sandy wailed as he picked both his friends up in a giant hug.

“Sandy! You're kinda crushing us over here!”

“And there goes my bones.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m just so happy for you guys!!”

“Sandy!”

“Operation Lovebird is a success!” The twenty year old grinned as she lobbed her arm around MK's shoulder. “I told you it would work, we just needed the right guy or the right monkey.”

“None of you knows subtly unless it hits you on the head,” the monkey demon said.

“You're not wrong!”

“Speaking of love,” the ponytailed boy walked up to his Dad, “it seemed that something was going on in that speech of yours?”

“Yeahh,” Mei slid up to him, “it seemed like you were talking about someone? Who is it?”

“It’s no one,” he slightly shook his head as he had a nostalgic look on his face, “just an old flame.”

The two shared a surprised, but curious look.

“Now how bout the three of us say our congratulations to the lovebirds for finally getting their head out of their asses before Sandy cuts off their circulation,” he grinned as he ruffled their heads.

“Yeah!/ I am so gonna hold this over both of their heads for a long time,” both monkey and dragon successor grinned as they followed their Dad. Though that little conversation did not leave their mind in the slightest as it was only shifted to the side for now. If the monkey simply thought that they were gonna let it go like that then he has another thing coming.

‘We’re gonna look into this?’ MK’s eyes said as it sideglanced Mei.

‘Duh, like hell we’re gonna let it go.’ Mei agreed with a slight narrow of her eyes.

They had to develop some kind of method to sneak past Macaque and his six ears, else they would have never been able to catch him by surprise.

He did not like this. This technically doesn’t go against the deal they made with Macaque, but he does not like this in the slightest.

‘Why does he have this? Why couldn’t any other mortal or demon have the skeleton key?’ Red Son silently thought as he snuck into MK’s room. ‘Why does it have to be ones I’m acquainted with?’

His eyes widened as he saw, lying precariously on the nightstand, was the skeleton key. ‘Why did it have to go to MK of all people?! Wait? Why the hell did you leave such a dangerous object out in the open?!’ He wanted to scream the last part out, but he held it in instead as he looked towards the key.

He then reached out to grab it, only to stop and retreat a few steps back then he worked up the courage to go back and grab it only for his hand to stop once more and he let out a frustrated groan as he pulled his hair.

‘Damn it! It’s right there and all I need to do is grab it and get out! But I made a deal with Macaque, but this technically doesn’t go against the deal as I’m not physically attacking him, but this still feels wrong!’ He angrily huffed out as he paced the room in agitation as he tried to work himself back up, but then he deflated as he walked to the window.

‘But I can’t do that to him, to them. I can’t,’ he opened the window with his head lowered as he was about to jump out, but then he froze as a prominent thought drilled out.

‘Mother and Father will be disappointed with me.’

He lowered his foot that was about to go out the window.

‘Mother and Father will be disappointed with me.’

He let go of the hand that was on the window.

‘Mother and Father will be disappointed with me.’

With that he rushed over to the key, quickly snatched it up, and placed it in his pocket as if it burned as he leaped out of the window and leaped from rooftop to rooftop.

‘I’m sorry MK, but I can’t have Father and Mother disappointed with me.’ Was his final thought as he moved further and further away from his friend's apartment.

#lego monkie kid #mk #monkie kid #macaque #six eared macaque #PlumTeaAU

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Benvenuto Cellini in 300 lines or fewer

for the lovely and incredibly patient @notyouraveragejulie, as requested! Happy Cellini-versary! took me long enough, but decided to get it done today to honor the occasion :)

Act I Scene I

Balducci’s house

Balducci: Teresa what are you doing looking out the window I told you never to look out the window. Besides I need you to listen to my rant. Can you BELIEVE what the Pope has just told me? He’s hired that delinquent Cellini to make his new statue instead of Fieramosca. I just can’t wrap my head around it.

Teresa: Maybe you could if it wasn’t so big.

Balducci: What?

Teresa: Nothing.

(Balducci exits)

Teresa: Ugh FINALLY I hate listening to his rants. )goes back to look out the window)

Masqueraders outside: LALALALA IT’S CARNIVAL THE BEST TIME OF THE YEAR

(Balducci comes back and sees Teresa at the window)

Balducci: TERESA WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT STAYING AWAY FROM THE WINDOW what is even going on down there? I bet it’s that Cellini whipping everyone into a frenzy. Ugh, Carnival. (exits again)

Teresa: (goes to the window and is immediately showered with flowers) I don’t care what my dad says, hanging out by the window is fun. I love flowers. Oh hey, a note from Cellini! What? He’s coming here? Oh, that’ll be risky. But hey, dad’s out of the house, what could go wrong? Y’know, it’s kinda hard, dealing with all this—feeling like I have to listen to my dad, but wanting to indulge in the affections of my beloved. When I’m older, old like my parents, maybe I’ll be responsible, but right now I’m young, and I deserve to have some fun! Girls just wanna have fun!

Cellini: (appearing at the window) TERESA MY BELOVED

Teresa: Cellini, I love you, but it’s too dangerous for you to be here. What if my dad catches us?

Cellini: But look, it’s carnival, and it’s so gay! And I mean that like happy, but y’know, it’s pretty gay too. Besides, I love you. Why do you turn me away?

Teresa: Well, I just got done singing this empowering feminist aria, but unfortunately reality hits and I remember that it’s 1532 and I basically have no rights, so it’s best for you to forget me and move on.

Fieramosca: (sneaking in carrying a huge bouquet) The best way to a woman’s heart is with a cool sneak-in plan and a bunch of flowers. Hang on, is that Cellini talking to my Teresa?

Cellini: How am I supposed to just leave you behind? Let you be forced into the arms of that Fieramosca?

Teresa: I’d rather die than marry Fieramosca!

Fieramosca: …I just came here to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.

Cellini: Okay, so, how about this: Come to the new opera Cassandro is presenting tomorrow night. While your dad is distracted, my apprentice and I will sneak over disguised as friars and spirit you away! We’ll go to Florence and live happily ever after! Nothing could possibly go wrong!

Fieramosca: Hmm, interesting plan. It would be a shame if someone were to...interfere.

Teresa: Sounds foolproof. But hang on, my dad is coming back. You have to hide!

(Cellini hides behind the door. Fieramosca hides in Teresa’s bedroom. Balducci somes back.)

Balducci: Teresa, what are you up to? Are you talking to people? How many times do I have to remind you that you’re not allowed to have a life?

Teresa: (distracting him so Cellini can sneak out) DAD THERE’S A MAN IN MY BEDROOM

Balducci: What??? Let me see!

(Balducci goes into Teresa's bedroom and comes out dragging Fieramosca) I can’t believe this! This is so inappropriate, Fieramosca, how dare you?

Fieramosca: No, wait, let me explain! I just came to visit! Cellini is the real rascal!

Teresa: Oh the poor man is raving mad.

Balducci: I will not stand for this! Servants, come here! Let’s teach this seducer a lesson!

Servants: OH YEAAAHHHHH LET’S STICK HIM IN THE FOUNTAIN

Fieramosca: NO WAIT

Teresa: This is the best thing ever.

Act I Scene II

Piazza Colonna

Cellini: I can’t wait to elope with Teresa!

(A bunch of Cellini’s friends and students come in)

Chorus: LALALALALA LET’S GET SLOSHED

Cellini: Yes, but for god’s sake none of those ridiculous drinking songs. Let’s sing about the glory of metal-workers!

Everyone: YEAH GLORY TO THE METAL-WORKERS!! WE’RE THE BEST WE WORK WITH METAL THAT SPARKLES LIKE JEWELS AND RIPPLES LIKE FLOWERS AND IS MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN BOTH OF THOSE PUT TOGETHER

Bernardino: Alright folks, let’s drink up!

Innkeeper: Sorry lads, not until you pay your tab.

Cellini: Okay who’s got the cash? …nobody? Well this is a nice little pickle we’ve gotten ourselves into.

Ascanio: (enters carrying a bag of money) ASCANIO TO THE RESCUE

Everybody: YEAHHH VIVA ASCANIO

Ascanio: Okay hold your horses folks, before you spend this money, you have to realize where it’s coming from. It’s a down payment on that statue you’re supposed to build. Cellini, remember you promised the Pope you’d make that statue?

Cellini: Ugh, don’t remind me.

Ascanio: It’s literally my job to remind you.

Cellini: Fiiiiine I promise I’ll finish the statue.

Ascanio: Okay, cool. Here’s the money.

Cellini: Here you go, you troublesome little man, now give us our drinks.

(He gives the Innkeeper the money.)

Cellini: Okay, now that we all have had our libations, let’s talk revenge. You know that guy Balducci who’s always disrespecting me and trying to keep me away from my girlfriend? Well, I have a plan for Carnival where we can humiliate him in front of everyone as payback!

Everyone else: Sounds like a great time! We’re in.

Everyone: Yeah!! A curse on that guy! And while you’re at it, honor to the metal-workers again!!

Ascanio: That’s such a bop where’d it come from?

Cellini: We made it up while you were gone.

Ascanio: I always miss the fun stuff.

(they all leave to get ready; Fieramosca, who was eavesdropping, comes out into the open)

Fieramosca: Ugh, look at them all, plotting against my future!

Pompeo: (entering) Hey boo! What's with the long face?

Fieramosca: Alas, Pompeo, my only friend! What a week it's been! First off, I got an impromptu and very much unwanted bath at Balducci’s yesterday. And as if that weren’t enough, now Cellini and his apprentice are going to abduct my girl!

Pompeo: That’s actually not a bad idea.

Fieramosca: What do you mean?? You want him to steal Teresa from me?

Pompeo: No, the getting in disguise and abducting her part! Why don’t WE just don those same disguises and get her ourselves?

Fieramosca: Ohhh, I get it! What a great idea! Although I must admit, I am a little scared of what Cellini might do if he catches me in the act.

Pompeo: What you think he’s actually going to stab somebody? Here, let’s practice sword fighting so you’re prepared if he does try to pull anything funny.

Fieramosca: Good idea! (they practice sword fighting) HA LOOK AT ME, WHO WOULD EVER DARE CHALLENGE ME, ALL Y’ALL PEASANTS GET OUT OF MY WAY, I’M THE ROUGHEST TOUGHEST GUY YOU EVER DID SEE. Oh, Teresa, I wish you could know just how much my heart burns for you! I’ll be damned if I let that rascal Cellini come between us.

(They leave to get ready. Balducci enters with Teresa as the Piazza begins to fill with people)

Balducci: Well, Teresa, I hope you’re happy. I’ve decided to suffer through this vulgar comedy so you can stop nagging me about not letting you go to Carnival.

Teresa: I’ll never forget your sacrifice, dad. (Come to think, it DOES make me feel a little guilty to be running away from home...is it fair to leave him all by himself?)

Cellini and Ascanio: (dressed as monks) Quickly and quietly, let’s get down to business! The plot is about to start!

Chorus or Troupers: COME, GOOD PEOPLE OF ROME!! COME AND SEE OUR SHOW!!

People: THIS IS SO MUCH FUN CARNIVAL IS AWESOME

Troupers: Let the show begin! (They start a pantomime featuring a parody of Balducci and the Pope)

Balducci: What fresh nonsense is this?

Teresa: Uhhh maybe we should go?

People: SHUT UP AND WATCH THE SHOW

Balducci: You know what? I’m going to suffer through this whole thing and then go tell the Pope how you’re all mocking him! Because he and I talk all the time I guess.

People: WE SAID SHUT UP JUST WATCH THE SHOW

Cellini: Ascanio, can you see Teresa?

Ascanio: Nope but I see someone else trying to interfere with our plans!

People: HAHAHA WATCH THE SHOW THIS IS SO FUNNY LOOK AT HARLEQUIN LOOK AT THE OLD MAN HAHAHA

Balducci: I’M GOING TO TELL ON ALL OF YOU

Teresa: Dad, stop, you’re just riling them up!

Balducci: THAT’S IT I’VE HAD ENOUGH COME GET A TASTE OF MY WRATH (he runs onstage wielding his cane)

People: HAHAHA THIS JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER

Fieramosca: Come on, Pompeo, let’s sneak over and grab Teresa!

Cellini: Come on, Ascanio, let’s sneak over and grab Teresa!

Fieramosca: Teresa, it’s me! Come with me!

Cellini: Teresa, it’s me! Come with me!

Teresa: ??? I don’t know who is who!

Cellini: Come with me!

Fieramosca: Come with me!

Teresa: You know, when I imagined myself falling in love, I never thought I’d have two fake monks vying for my attention.

Ascanio: WE’VE BEEN HAD YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS (starts chasing Fieramosca)

Cellini: Get out of my way! Cut it out! (He and Pompeo fight; Cellini stabs Pompeo.)

Pompeo: Oh, I’m dead! (He dies.)

People: OMG SOMEBODY DIED CALL 911 I CAN’T BELIEVE A MONK JUST KILLED A GUY WHAT KIND OF WORLD DO WE LIVE IN

Fieramosca: OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU JUST KILLED MY BOYFRIEND

Teresa: OMG CELLINI

Balducci: OMG A DEAD MAN TERESA WHERE ARE YOU

Cellini: OMG I’M REALLY IN TROUBLE NOW

Ascanio: Well, that happened.

(General chaos ensues; Cellini’s students help him escape. Amidst the mayhem Balducci bumps into Fieramosca, and, thanks to his white monk costume, mistakes him for the murderer)

Balducci: I FOUND HIM I FOUND THE MURDERER

Fieramosca: ...are you telling me this is the second time in as many days I’m being accused of something that Cellini did?

Ascanio: Come on, Teresa, let’s get out of here!

Teresa: You don’t have to tell me twice! (They both run off.)

Act II Scene I

Cellini’s workshop

Teresa: Oh my gosh what a catastrophe! I hope Cellini is okay!

Ascanio: Have faith! My master is not one to let a silly little murder accusation get him down. I mean, he did actually kill the guy, but I’m sure it will all work itself out. Have faith!

Teresa: Let’s pray for his safe return! (She and Ascanio sing a very pretty prayer; Cellini busts into the workshop)

Cellini: HONEY I’M HOME

Teresa and Ascanio: OMG YAYY YOU’RE ALIVE

Cellini: It was a close call! Everyone was running after me with daggers and calling out for my blood! I thought for sure I was done for, but I managed to evade the crowd and find a place to hide, but passed clean out in the process. It was just my fortune that as I came to my senses, as group of white monks were walking past! I joined their procession and no one was the wiser. God led them right to you!

Teresa: OMG that’s such a harrowing adventure! I’ve got goosebumps.

Ascanio: And you’re sure this is 100% accurate, with no embellishments?

Cellini: What do you take me for? Now, come on, we’ve got to get out of here before they come after us again.

Ascanio: Whoops, they’re already here.

Balducci: Cellini, you scoundrel, abductor, murderer, and general all-around-annoying person! Relinquish my daughter. It’s time for her to unite with her husband, Fieramosca.

Cellini: OVER MY DEAD BODY

Ascanio: Don’t give them any ideas!

Balducci: Come on, Fieramosca, claim your bride!

Teresa: DAD NOOOOO

Fieramosca: Uh...I don’t want to cause a scene…

(The Pope enters with his retinue)

Everybody: OH SHI--OH DEAR IT’S THE POPE

Pope: Rise, rise, my children! Relish in my holiness, but don’t hurt yourselves.

Balducci and Fieramosca: Oh your Holiness, please grant us your assistance! That rascal Cellini has tarnished Teresa’s honor.

Cellini: Come on, I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration.

Pope: Well well, well, Cellini, this isn’t the first time you’ve gotten in trouble with me, is it? For example, where’s my statue? The one I commissioned you to make?

Cellini: Well...it’s not quite done yet.

Pope: Are you saying I should find someone else to cast the statue instead?

Cellini: WHAT?? HOW DARE YOU!! SOMEONE ELSE CAST M STATUE?? I’D RATHER DIE THAN SEE SOME AMETURE DARE TO PUT THEIR GRUBBY LITTLE FINGERS ON MY MASTERWORK

Everyone else: Are you seriously yelling at the Pope????

Pope: Arrest this man!

Cellini: YOU ARREST ME AND I WILL DESTROY THIS MODEL RIGHT HERE THEN NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO FINISH THE STATUE! NOBODY!! NOBODY!!

Pope: How dare you threaten me? What’s it going to take to calm you down?

Cellini: I want full forgiveness for all my crimes up till this point. Wipe my record clean.

Pope: Fine, fine.

Cellini: ALSO I want Teresa.

Balducci and Fieramosca: WHAT??? Your Holiness can’t possibly be considering this.

Cellini: I ALSO want more time to finish the statue.

Pope: …you know my weakness for art; fine, fine, I can’t really say no.

Balducci and Fieramosca: What audacity! But we’ll see who has the last laugh.

Teresa: Oh, what a fateful day!

Ascanio: Look at my master, he’s so clever and devious!

Pope: Okay, Cellini, here’s the deal. Finish the statue by tomorrow, and you’ll get all that you asked for. If you can’t finish it in time, you’ll be hanged.

Cellini: Fine!

Balducci and Fieramosca: He’s on the brink of ruin! We’ll see who wins this one!

Teresa: He’s doomed, alas! There’s nothing left for me in this world! Luckily I'm not going to end my life based on this notion like most operatic heroines, but I still feel dread in my heart!

Cellini: I’ve got to win this!

Ascanio: Come one boss you’re the best you got this!!!!

Act II Scene II

Cellini’s Foundry

Ascanio: TRALALALALALA….idk what I’m feeling...I’m happy, then I’m sad, then I’m crying, then I’m laughing, then I’m singing! Must be the hormones. Or the stress...our little bronze boy is finally getting finished today! But there’s a lot on the line. On one hand, I’m all scared that we’ll fail and my poor master will be hanged; on the other hand I can’t help laughing over how ridiculous the whole situation is...I mean, did you SEE the way my master stood up to the Pope?? Anyway, I better start getting ready. Tralalala! (He exits)

Cellini: What have I gotten myself into? How did I expect to finish this statue on time? All of Rome has its eyes on me

Ascanio: *Hamilton chorus voice* history has its eyes on youuuu

Cellini: What?

Ascanio: Nothing. I’m not here.

Cellini: Ah, why can’t I be a simple shepherd, whiling my life peacefully away in the mountains?

Chorus outside: Oooh!! here’s a grim old sea shanty

Cellini: I wish they’d stop! Nothing good ever happens when they sing that song!

Ascanio: (coming back) Not that song again!

Cellini: Take heart! We’re like sailors ourselves, but our sea is made of metal! Let’s get to work!

Fieramosca: NOT SO FAST!! I demand justice! Cellini, I challenge you to a duel! No need for all those sword-fighting lessons to go to waste.

Cellini: Someone finally grew a pair, eh? Fine, let’s duel right here.

Fieramosca: Not here! If I kill you in your own place, I’m a murderer. Meet me behind St. Anthony’s cloister.

Cellini: I’ll see you there!

(Fieramosca leaves; Teresa enters)

Ascanio: Here’s your sword, boss!

Teresa: Omg Cellini are you going to a duel??

Cellini: Relax, it’s just Fieramosca. (exit with Ascanio.)

Teresa: What if it’s an ambush????

Cellini’s workers (storming in) THAT’S IT WE’RE GOING ON STRIKE THESE WORKING CONDITIONS SUCK

Teresa: Oh heavens! What’s this ruckus? Come on, folks, just wait for Cellini to come back and talk about it!

Workers: NOPE WE’RE OUTTA HERE

(Fieramosca walks in)

Teresa: OMG FIERAMOSCA IS BACK WITHOUT CELLINI THAT MEANS CELLINI IS DEAD HE KILLED CELLINI (faints)

Workers: YOU KILLED OUR BOSS???

Fieramosca: What? No! Geez, this really is not my week. I’m just here to offer you the raise Cellini won’t give you.

Workers: NOPE WE’RE LOYAL TO CELLINI FORGET WHAT WE JUST SAID GET OUTTA HERE YOU RASCAL

Cellini: (coming back) What’s going on?

Teresa: (awake) OMG YOU’RE ALIVE

Cellini: ...was that ever in question? Oh, hey, Fieramosca, you’re just in time to help build the statue! Here’s an apron, get to work.

Fieramosca: What? I--

Everyone else: Get to work, or you’ll be taking another impromptu bath, but this time it’ll be in a sea of molten metal!

Fieramosca: YIKES! Okay, lead the way.

Everyone: COME ON LADS LET’S GET TO WORK

(the workers and Fieramosca head to the forge. Balducci enters with the Pope.)

Balducci: Teresa! What are you doing here?

Teresa: Uh, funny story.

Pope: So, Cellini, is my statue done yet?

Cellini: Nope, but it will be very soon.

Balducci: We’ll see about that.

Pope: You better be right.

Fieramosca: (running in) We need more metal for the statue!

Cellini: What, are you messing up my statue?? Let me go see (he runs to the forge)

Balducci: Fieramosca? What are you doing wearing an apron?

Fieramosca: Would you believe me if I said I got a new job?

Cellini: (coming back) Haha nothing to see here! Everything is going according to plan! We just need a bit more metal, that’s all, no biggie.

Workers: Just one problem: There is no more metal. And the fire’s going out. If we don’t get more metal in there quick, the whole thing will be ruined!

Balducci: Well, well, well, looks like I’m winning!

Cellini: NO THIS IS NOT THE END I REFUSE TO GIVE UP! Everyone, just grab anything metal and throw it in there!

Workers: What?? Even all your old work?

Cellini: I SAID EVERYTHING DIDN’T I

(Cellini, the workers, and Ascanio all start grabbing metal things and throwing them into the furnace)

Teresa: I can’t handle this stress!!

Pope: I can’t believe the nerve of this guy! Is it possible he could actually succeed?

(An explosion comes from the forge)

Cellini: OMG THIS IS IT I’M DONE FOR

Workers: WOOHOO WE DID IT LONG LIVE CELLINI

Cellini: We did it??

Workers: VICTORY! VICTORY!! LOOK AT THE STATUE ISN'T IT AMAZING

Fieramosca: CELLINI WE DID IT HOW ABOUT A HUG

Cellini: ...how about no

Pope: Well, Cellini, I didn't think I was going to be able to say this, but you made good on your word. I officially pardon your sins, and bless your marriage to Teresa. (He leaves.)

Cellini: YAYY TERESA

Teresa: YAYY CELLINI

Everyone: VICTORY!! LONG LIVE CELLINI!! IMMORTAL GLORY! GLORY TO THE METAL-WORKERS!!!!

The End

#Benvenuto Cellini #abbreviated operas #Hector Berlioz #Léon de Wailly #Henri Auguste Barbier #opera #opera tag

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 4 years ago

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From Chin To Yon Rah (Part 16)

All of her love has turned to hatred. It does so before she can stop it. And how easy it is to just let it happen. It was always there, that part of her. It was just waiting for an excuse to come back to the surface. And Agni has it been given a damn good one. They thought that she was a monster before… Oh they haven’t seen anything yet. They haven’t…

For a long time she doesn’t eat. She barely sleep. Hatred and rage is sustenance enough. It is the only thing that keeps her alive and moving. People talk to her, they are kind to her. She resents it. She hates their pity, the way they look at her.

She hates their hushed tones and speculative whispers as she walks by. “She’s from Wujing, didn’t the whole village get slaughtered?” “The poor woman.” “I heard that they found her covered in blood, holding her dead child.” “She was going to have a baby, wasn’t she?”

She leaves the infirmary as little as possible and when she does she goes in the night. In the night when she doesn’t have to listen to their recounts of what she has gone through. Where she doesn’t have to see their sympathetic stares.

And she still hurts. All over. Her head, her body, mostly her heart. Every now and then she can still feel a phantom kicking. When she does it is unbearable. When she does she loses herself entirely. The whispering only grew worse and the pitying only doubled when her mind strayed from her more or less completely. When she slipped so far away that the phantom kicks became real. So far away that she’d rub her hand over her baby bump as though it weren’t vacant. For a moment, one cruel and blissful moment she had tricked herself into thinking that nothing had changed. That Hajime had brought her to the place for it’s more advanced medical practices.

Her due date had come to pass and her spell of disconnect with it. Since then they talk to her like a child, like she is fragile. Maybe she is fragile. She cries herself to sleep at night, the tears aren’t entirely born of grief, they are the product of a simmering hatred that has no other outlet. No other outlet short of setting everything in her path ablaze. But she can’t do that, not until she slowly burns the soldiers away, inch by incensing inch. She’ll let them institutionalize her after that. She’ll let them do whatever they want to her after that.

For the time she curls in on herself, clutching her hollow middle. The swell of her tummy is a cruel imitation and brutal reminder. And according to her doctors she is stuck with it for at least another five weeks.

On better days she gets visitors; well meaning strangers who bring her meals and company. She tries not to be cold but she can’t afford anything other than apathy. She won’t get close to anyone. Never again.

That week she learns that she has her limits. She has things that she simply can’t recover from. That hope and optimism are complete bullshit at best and completely terrifying at worst.

.oOo.

Azula holds the badgermole to her chest, the stone presses into her palm. Sokka observes her from across the bed as he arranges a few spools, needles, thimbles, and a pair of scissors. The thimbles are mostly for show, he doesn’t know how to use them effectively. He supposes that he’ll just take it like a man if he jabs his thumb with one of the needles.

“So, what are we sewing?”

Azula holds up the badgermole. “I want to put the stone inside of it.”

“Like a heart?” He asks.

She shrugs, “something like that, I suppose.”

“Alright, I think that we can manage that.” He smiles, “we’ll have to cut him open and then sew him back up. Or is it a girl badger-mole.”

Azula shrugs. “Both, I guess. Whichever Atsu was feeling for that day.” She looks off for a moment. “When Caihong got a hold of it, it was always a girl badger-mole.”

Sokka laughs. “That sounds about right. Do you actually want to patch it up or do you just want to put the stone in and close the cut again?”

“I want to patch it up.” She replies to his surprise. She never struck him as the sewing sort. But he supposes that it takes more care to sew on a patch than it does to simply stitch in a straight line. Decidedly, her healing process is bizarre. But it sure beats several of the alternatives that he can think up. “Okay, so first thread the needle…”

She holds up a needle that has already been threaded.

“Guess that’s common sense, huh?”

She nods.

“Alright, well, you should probably cut it open and put the stone in.”

“I want to try it on something else first, I don’t want to ruin this it’s…it’s the…”

“I know what it is.” Sokka smiles sympathetically. “We’ll make sure that your sewing skills are perfect before we start on that.”

And there’s that smile. The one that he was hoping to see again. Even if it is touched by sadness it is there. Maybe if he keeps at it, that sadness will leave entirely.

.oOo.

He is refreshingly patient with her, granted she picks up on it rather fast. Sewing, she comes to find, takes precise movements and careful hands. She is good with that. She finds that she rather enjoys sewing. It is a peasant's work and her father would have so many things to say if he found her making a hobby of it. She wishes that she could shake his voice and repremiends from her mind. But they are always there, just as Hajime, Atsu, Juro, and all of them claw at her heart.

She ties the last knot and severs the thread. She holds her freshly stitched badger-mole up. “I’m finished.”

Sokka smiles. “Your lines are a lot less crooked than mine.”

Azula nods, “you couldn’t even put fruit on a pancake in a straight line.”

“Because I was going for a curved line!” Sokka declares.

“And you ended up with a squiggly one.” She quirks a brow and thoughtlessly hugs the badger-mole to her chest.

“That was the best pancake that you ever tasted and you know it!”

Her chest tightens some and her belly flutters. It has been so long since she has had a conversation like this. Something mundane and wholly pointless. She misses effortless small talk. And yet she finds herself alarmed. She is getting too close. She is getting too close and she isn’t sure that she wants to stop herself. Because, Agni, this beats the nagging and deeply rooted sorrow. It is so much less heavy and oppressive than clinging onto resentment.

But she knows how it will end if she allows herself to get too close to Sokka. Or Mai, or TyLee, or anyone. Anyone save for Zuko, who is terribly reisaliant and hard to get rid of. She supposes that Zuzu is her safest bet for finding affection.

“Seriously, though,” Sokka starts, “you’re really good at sewing, I can tell that you put a lot of care into that.”

“I put care into everything I do, Sokka. If you aren’t going to put effort into something, why bother with it?” If she isn’t going to put effort into her friendships why should she bother with them? She swallows. What is the point of a journey to a new kingdom if the lessons all go to waste?

“Can I see it?”

She hands the stuffed badger-mole to Sokka. He holds it only for a second or two before she beckons for him to hand it back. He doesn’t hesitate or beg for more time, it is in her hands as soon as she reaches for it.

She clears her throat. “Thank you. For teaching me to sew.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t a problem at all. I had a nice time.”

She did too. She usually does when Sokka is involved. It is such a simple stupid thing. They haven’t even left the house and they had, had a good time. She recognizes the feeling. She is terrified of the feeling but she knows damn well that she can’t exponge it.

Azula lays back and rests the badger-mole on her chest.

“Maybe we can do it again some time?”

“Or something like it.” She replies. She tells herself that it is perfectly fine to have friends. That it is perfectly fine to seek someone to confide in and have nice evenings with. It doesn’t have to be anything more. It doesn’t have to be, but Agni she is well aware of what she wants. What she wants and fears all the same.

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Sokka #Sokkla #Fanfiction

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an-absolute-travesty · 5 years ago

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have you seen that one post that’s like “oh to be a prince i love with the gardener” “oh to be the gardener in love with the prince” yeah that but like,,,, keefex (who’s the prince who’s the gardener i don’t know) (bonus points if fitz is the royal guard who is in on their secret romance and helps them get away with it and keeps people from finding out)

Heh so uh I got a touch...carried away

I should probably wait until I’m done with more than the first chapter but I can’t wait. Sorry if this first bit is kinda boring. Lmk if y’all like this and if I should write more

About: Above

Word count: 1,057

Warnings: minor swearing

So uh

I’m bad at naming things: a keefex story

Chapter One:

Keefe was practically falling asleep as the head of his royal guard (and his best friend) read through the next option for a wife at him.

“Six foot, long curly hair, child of Duke Timkin and Duchess Vika Heks,”

“Duke and...wait aren’t the Hekses my cousins?”

“Keefe, we’ve been through this before. It’s about keeping the royal blood ‘pure’ or whatever.”

“That’s easy for you to say! Your ‘special friend’ is from a totally different kingdom. I’m sorry Fitz, I’m not marrying my cousin. Even if she wasn’t I wouldn’t marry her, Stina is a bi-”

Suddenly a servant came running in “Prince Keefe! Prince Keefe your father called for you!”

“Ugh not again,” Keefe got up from his throne. “Alright, this’ll be fun. Thank you for informing me.”

Yeah, no.

He would not be putting up with his complete ass of a dad today. King or not, it wasn’t happening.

Instead, he took a short cut through the kitchen, out the servant door, and straight into the gardens. The hedge maze would make a fine hiding place for a few hours.

Suddenly, someone carrying a large pot of dirt ran into him head on.

“Oof!”

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I’m-I’m just so clumsy and-”

The boy who ran into him stopped stuttering when he looked up from collecting his dirt and saw who he practically tackled. He quickly looked down at the ground and sat on his knees as a sign of respect.

“Your majesty, I apologize sincerely. I didn’t realize-”

Keefe reached down for the boys forearm and pulled him up into a handshake.

“Call me Keefe,”

“Dex,”

“Great to meet you, Dex,” Keefe glanced around to check for his father. “So, I happen to be slightly on the run from someone. Would you happen to have a place for me to hide?”

~*~

“It’s um...it’s not much but it’s home.”

The small hut laid on the far end of castle grounds. All it had inside were 5 piles of fabric and fluff (presumably beds), a pit in the center for a fire, and a small collection of pots and pans.

Once they got into the hut, Keefe knew he was safe. His father would never some within 50 feet of where the servants lived. Heck, even Keefe himself had never ventured too closely into “peasant territory” as his mother called it, it always felt like an invasion of privacy.

Now that they were inside, Keefe got a better look at Dex.

He looked about Keefe’s age, but just a bit shorter. Freckles were spattered like stars across his pale face framed by strawberry blonde hair. A bit of dirt was smudged across his cheek, which somehow made him look even cuter.

“I like this place,” Keefe said as he moved across the room and sat on one of the piles of fluff. “It’s cozy,”

“Yeah,” a blush spread across Dex’s face. “Nothing like the castle, I’m sure. Would you like some tea?”

“Oh, yes that sounds great, thank you.”

Wordlessly the boy took out a small...something from his pocket. It was made of some type of stone and metal and roughly in the shape of a stick. With the flick of a switch on the side, a spark shot out from the end and lit the wood that sat in the fire pit.

“Woah...are you like...a wizard or something?”

Dex giggled, Keefe could listen to that sound forever.

“No, I’m a technopath. Just like how I hear the royals are empaths.”

“Yeah it’s just that...I don’t know, I thought everyone with abilities were at least nobels. That’s what my parents told me.”

“Yes, but not if your mother chooses to marry a talentless.”

Dex continued going about making the tea, Keefe was silent as he set the iron kettle over the fire, he didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry,”

“What? No, no no no no no, it’s not like that. No, I love my dad. It’s not his fault.”

“Oh, that’s good.” Keefe fidgeted with his tunic, not able to shake the idea that the boy in front of him deserved to be wearing a similar one. “So...your family is nice then? You love them?”

“Yes, of course.” A look of concern spread across Dex’s face as he glanced up from tending to the fire. “I mean, you love yours too, right? Everyone loves their family.”

Just then, a set of 3 bickering kids burst into the home.

“Lex, it’s my turn to pick the game.”

“No it’s not! You picked last time Bex.”

“No, Rex picked last which makes it my turn!”

The fighting only got louder until Dex cleared his throat. They all fell quiet as they saw Keefe.

“As you gremlins can tell, we have a guest today. I’m sure you all recognize our prince.” Dex said it in a way that implied they should kneel in respect. Rather they just stood for a second.

Keefe wasn’t sure what he expected their next moves to be but it certainly wasn’t running forward, tackling him, and yelling questions.

“What’s the castle like?”

“Is it warm in there? Even in winter?”

“Do you have cake in the castle? I’ve only had it once but mom says you all have it every night!”

An ear splitting whistle filled the room and the kids covered their ears scurried back to the door. Dex shoved them out but quickly opened the door again and said “By the way, it’s Bex’s turn.” Before slamming the door again and plopping straight to the floor.

“I’m sorry about them, the triplets can be a handful.”

“Triplets?”

“Yeah, yet another reason why we aren’t nobility.”

Keefe started to say something but he was cut off by the loud chime of the clocktower, 4 bells.

“Shoot,” Keefe said, springing up from his comfortable spot on the bed. “I have to go, I’m gonna miss my talent lessons.” They were the only lessons that Keefe could stand, his dad used to teach him but eventually he got frustrated and got him an actual teacher. Oralie was much nicer than his dad. “Bye, I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah,” Dex said with a beautifully crooked smile. “See you around.”

A rare blush spread across Keefe’s face.

Maybe he had found someone he wouldn’t mind being with.

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #keefe sencen #dex dizznee #keefex #kotlc fic

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sleepless-in-starbucks · 5 years ago

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Here, have a free pass to ramble about losleep!! -space anon

LOSLEEP RAMBLING YOU SAY

today’s losleep rambling sponsored by @blinksinbewilderment who gave me a prompt thingy to talk about: prince!Remy and knight!Logan losleep. also she looked it over (which is code speak for I wanted someone to read it while I couldn’t post it and she also did some editing while she read it and I believe in credit where credit’s due)

Warnings because I wrote this while my tumblr was nerfed so it got REAL long: Mentions of war/fighting/blood/injury, (false) belief that a main character is dead, not eating/sleeping, grief, but all and all a happy ending because Me

-So Remy’s a prince

-He’s as expected- slacker, not very interested in running a kingdom, mostly messes around in his room and goes between sleeping (rarely) and reading (excessively, since no twitter to scroll through in these times)

-Logan’s a peasant in one of the towns under the monarchy’s power

-He wants to be a scholar, but like I said… peasant

-He can’t afford proper teaching

-He also can’t read or write

-He’s very smart, of course, but there’s only so much you can learn from village elders and the such

-So Logan applies to get proper teaching from royal teachers

-No one accepts him, of course- he’s a peasant, why would they?

-He’s hanging around the area near the castle a lot, though, and eventually someone mentions to him that the only job he’d ever get at the castle would be as a guard

-So Logan figures, hey, at least with that he’d be in proximity of royal teachers and such

-So he becomes a guard

-Well

-Guard in training

-But, like with everything else, he takes very well to learning the sword

-And reflexes and fighting and protecting and all of that

-He ends up at the top of the ranks, tossed in with the group being considered for a new head of guard

-Head of guard not only organizes the squadrons and their patrols, but is also personal guard to the prince

-The most recent one was thrown out after being found conspiring against the prince, so this time, the prince himself will be helping to select his head of guard

-For reasons of trust and such

-Remy comes mostly before a dozen or so strong men fighting for the right to spend time with him can’t be that bad of a time, right?

-Logan catches his eye, not just because of his muscles (though that does help) but also for his skill- in his battles, he never has the physical upperhand… but he always wins with the strategical one

-Remy catches him in between battles, moving and speaking with ease and charm

-Most of the guards bow easily and greet him warmly, looking to be favored

-Logan doesn’t

-His bow and greeting are perfunctory, done of duty and training alone

-He keeps his eyes on Remy, but they’re bored, and Logan’s stiff. The prince does not excite him, especially not just by existing

-Remy should be offended

-But he isn’t

-He’s… intrigued

-‘so. looking to be head guard?’

-‘I’m looking to be whatever you need me to be, my highness’

-‘well then, would you be looking to be my head guard if I asked you to?’

-‘of course, your highness’

-‘and what if I told you to be head guard you had to call me beautiful?’

-‘then I suppose I wouldn’t be head guard, your highness’

-Remy just smirks

-He can work with this

-So Logan becomes head guard

-He’s only thrilled a little since being around the castle will likely mean more chances to hear information, to learn more

-But he’s mostly stuck with the prince who, in his honest opinion, is a moron

-Prince Remy’s flighty and daydreamy and cares more about his looks and flirting than the kingdom

-Logan will give him half points for being pretty enough to warrant part of his confidence but that’s about it

-The problem, however, is that for how much Logan dislikes Remy?

-Remy just loves him

-Not romantically though (not yet anyways)

-But he loves Logan as a person. Loves his stubbornness and his principals and his looks and his muscles and his brain

-Especially his brain! Logan may not know much (or speak much) but when he does, it’s always so… refined, especially for a peasant

-Remy just knows there’s more to him than meets the eye

-So he drags Logan around the castle, walking beside the head guard as he talks endlessly, mostly jokes and flirts and compliments

-Logan mostly ignores him or gives him odd stares, but every once in a while…

-Well

-Seems not even the ‘emotionless’ guard is completely impervious to his charms

-Logan, if asked, would say he is

-(But he’s a liiiiiii-arrrrrrr)

-It all comes to a head three or four weeks after Logan is promoted to head guard

-Remy’s strolling them through a garden

-Logan’s focusing between the flowers and the area past the garden walls, looking for security threats

-That is, at least, until Remy completely catches his attention

-‘And you see, here, the common poppy, also known as the papaver rhoeas, or as I call it, the sleepy bitch flower-’

-‘wait. say that again’

-(no ‘your highness’ because Remy got sick of that within two days. He told Logan to call him ‘Remy’ or any variation of ‘beautiful’ he liked, but Logan seemed content to simply use neither)

-‘sleepy bitch flower?’

-‘no, no- the, the name you called it after ‘common poppy’’

-And Remy tilts his head with some confusion before he repeats the scientific name

-Logan’s eyes light up

-‘how do you know that?’

-‘well… I am a prince. I’ve had an expensive education’

-‘can you-’

-Logan cuts himself off before he can finish his thought, shaking his head mostly to himself and going back to looking for threats

-Because he wanted to know if Remy could teach him, make this worthwhile, let him actually get at that knowledge he had been seeking for as long as he could remember

-But Remy was a highly educated prince. Why would he want to help teach some peasant who’s quick with a sword?

-But Remy isn’t letting this drop

-‘can I what?’

-Logan doesn’t respond. Remy frowns

-‘guard, I’m ordering you to tell me what you were going to say’

-And Logan grimances, because he can’t defy a direct order, as much as he’d like to, so he sighs and finally turns back towards Remy

-‘can you teach me’ he says, lamely, not even a question, really, hoping that Remy won’t respond to it, especially since Logan could already feel his reactions: anger, disgust, maybe amusement as if it were some sort of impossible joke

-That wasn’t his reaction

-Instead, Remy smiled, and tilted his head even further

-‘I’d be happy to, if you really want, hun’

-Logan’s… surprised, to say the least

-‘you… really? No jokes?’

-‘none. swear it on this patch of sleepy bitch flowers’

-So Logan starts getting an education

-Instead of wandering all day long, he and Remy sit down in Remy’s room, where he’ll pull a book at random off the shelf and start teaching Logan from it

-It’s not easy, at first, especially with having to teach Logan how to read and write

-But they do have a lot of time, so eventually, Logan has the alphabet down, and he’s starting to be able to spell all those complicated words he can say with ease

-It’s about two weeks into all the learning that Remy breaks the schedule they had fallen into

-‘y’know, Logan, all this has been fun, but I’m starting to feel a little taken advantage of’

-‘…how so?’

-‘well, babes, I’m teaching you all this stuff, and yet getting nothing in return. I think that’s going to have to change’

-Logan’s not sure what Remy could possibly want from him. He’s just a peasant guard, after all, he has no riches that the crown cannot outmatch with ease. All he really has is himself and… oh

-‘I’m not entirely sure why I would be your first choice for, eh… such, um, matters, your highness, but if that is, eh, what you… require, than, uh, I-’

-Remy raises a hand and silences Logan

-‘firstly, sugar, I think I told you to stop calling me ‘your highness.’ secondly, I was gonna ask you to teach me the ways of the blade or whatever. What were you thinkin’?’

-Logan doesn’t answer, just staring at Remy as his entire face steadily turns a very bright shade of red

-Remy stares back, still confused, until his eyes widen in understanding. His face quickly also becomes red.

-‘…I see. uh, please… please never think that, just uh, never, ever think that again. um. yes’

-So, horrible miscommunication and following insane awkwardness aside, Remy is now getting sword lessons!

-They can only practice at night, however, because Remy’s parents and kingdom are based on a foundation of peace

-The prince should look pretty and be smart and uphold peace, not be weapons training

-But it’s fine, because Remy’s already used to nighttime environments and Logan say it’ll help with his night vision/night fighting, should he ever need it

-So now they’re learning by day, fighting by night, and sleeping during dawn and dusk

-All sounds good, right?

-Well it gets even BETTER

-Because, really, there’s only so much time two pretty gays can spend around each other and remain uninterested in the other

-Helps that Remy’s never been exactly ‘uninterested’

-And that, for all he protests it, Logan has always found an odd sort of charm to Remy’s… Remy-ness

-So things, as they are ought to do, start happening

-Hands brushing more often as Remy passes Logan papers and quills, his smile never changing no matter how many times he saw Logan’s eyes light up as he learned something new, Remy always congratulating Logan on a day well spent in a soft tone matched with a sincere smile

-Remy constantly seeming to need Logan to readjust his grip on his sword, Remy favoring moves that forces him and Logan right beside each other as they trade blows, Remy still stumbling despite being such a quick learner (but he only ever stumbles when Logan can catch him, and he always seems to linger in the soldier’s arms. doesn’t help that Logan lets him)

-The trip back to his sleeping quarters seeming to become more tedious every time Logan has to make it, one time even falling asleep for a minute halfway there, making it easy for Remy to convince him that it’s quicker, and safer, if Logan just shares his bed when it’s time to sleep. to protect him better from attacks twenty-four/seven Remy says

-Because it’s just for protection, really, when Remy curls up against Logan, and Logan wraps his arms around him, just protection to hold him close, because if there’s an attack he’ll be able to get Remy moving as quickly as possible, and like this he’s blocking attackers from getting to the majority of Remy’s torso, which is very important

-It’s also important to be warm

-And to be able to nestle his head on top of Remy’s

-And to listen to Remy mumble in his sleep quietly and nonsensically and yet beautifully

-But that’s still all for protection, clearly, since a warm, talking Remy held close to Logan is a safe, living one

-And those are the only reasons he’s doing any of this

-Clearly

-Things continue like that for a few months

-Fleeting glances, prolonged touches, too much sincerity in what should be harmless flirts and pet-names

-Talk starts up, of course, between the guards and the lords and such

-Talk of the head guard who has a much too close relationship with the prince

-The two of them spend all day with each other, they whisper, and they spend all night out and about doing something, something explicit, likely

-Logan’s not even reporting to the barracks, anymore; stopping by in the mornings to assign their stations for the day, but never for bed, never to sleep

-It doesn’t take a fool to guess where he must be sleeping instead

-Remy and Logan mostly ignore it

-They don’t care, after all

-Logan is still the guard Remy’s chosen and trusts

-Logan still protects Remy, and he would do so with his life if it came to it

-The king and queen, luckily, also don’t mind

-It helps that Remy has made it clear to them, multiple times, that he and Logan are close, yes, but not like that

-They’re just friends, he says, and he’s not lying, even if he almost wished he was

-So they allow it

-But it’s a grim reminder, the day Remy finds a book of royal etiquette left in front of his door, a very specific page marked

-Royals marry Royals or Nobles

-They do not hold relationships with peasants

-And they are never officalized

-Ever

-‘it’s not pertinent information to us’ Logan says when Remy drops it on the table

-‘nope.’ Remy agrees. He smirks at Logan, but it’s slightly more flat than it should be, doesn’t carry the right weight with it. ‘thought if you fall in love with me, let me know’

-Logan smirks back at him, but it’s also flat, also wrong

-‘not a problem’ he says

-But it already is

-But it’s alright

-They’re alright

-They still have their lessons

-Logan still protects Remy (from day to night, and from dusk to dawn)

-Remy’s still… not dead

-So they’re fine

-It’s fine

-Everything’s fine

-Until it isn’t

-There’s an attack from a western nation

-The kingdom’s thrown into war

-And they need soldiers

-When they say that they have to take Logan away for the fight, Remy protests as much as he possibly can

-He needs a head guard! There are plenty of men who can go! Why must it be Logan?

-Because Logan’s a strong fighter. He’s tough. He’s one of the best guards they have. They’ll replace him with five guards, Remy will be safe, they promise

-When Remy spits at them that they know that’s not why he’s upset they just look away from him and say they’re sorry

-It hurts to say goodbye

-Logan tries to tell Remy he’s going to make it back, tries to promise that he’ll return

-Remy just shakes his head and asks him not to

-Because they both know he can’t promise that

-And Remy can’t take that false hope

-So they just say goodbye

-And pretend neither of them want to cry (because they do, but Logan’s a head guard being sent to battle and Remy’s a prince with an image to maintain)

-And Remy pretends he’s just staying by the gate as long as he can see the troops marching off for the fresh air

-And Logan pretends that he just keeps glancing back as long as the castle’s within sight to check that all the men are keeping in file

-The time they spend apart is… hard

-Remy doesn’t sleep as well, the bed colder, and his dreams always nightmares now, bloody and much too realistic

-In the middle of a warzone, Logan isn’t sleeping any better

-Remy has nothing to do with his time anymore, no lessons he can teach or learn, his love for books gone sour without Logan

-Logan is constantly thrown into battles, fighting not necessarily for his life but for the one he had with Remy, fighting to get home

-After six months, Logan is taken captive in battle

-He’s only a prisoner for three days, however- the troop that caught him is unorganized, mostly untrained; his bindings are loose, his guard is easily distracted, and by the nightfall of the third day he’s gone

-But Logan’s injured, a bad leg cut alongside the common scrapes and bruises

-He makes it to a forest near the battle zone, and gets as far into it as he can, because he knows he won’t survive trying to cross the warzone to get back to his squadron

-He makes his way through the forest instead, surviving on plants he knows are edible thanks to his lessons with Remy

-But by the time he gets to the other side… his squadron is gone

-Moved on to a new fight

-And he’s officially MIA

-Back at home, Remy knows none of this

-His parents are getting updates from the war, but they refuse to tell him anything but vague details of general stats

-Remy almost prefers not knowing

-If Logan really was hurt or a prisoner or…

-Well

-Remy’d just rather not know

-At seven months, the nation warring against them offers to establish a peace treaty

-But only on one condition- that Remy is the one to negotiate with them

-It’s clearly a trap, the nation clearly hoping that the inexperienced prince will be a poor negotiator

-But Remy agrees, because he doesn’t care what it takes

-He wants peace

-He wants Logan home

-They meet at a neutral point, beside the road that is between both their territories

-Each bring the same amount of guards, who all station themselves at equal points around the area, to serve not just as protection but also as witnesses to the deal to be made

-Everything goes fine enough at first

-The nation’s king makes a demand, Remy matches with something lower, they come to a compromise and move on

-Remy knows he could probably be bargaining harder, longer, for better peace and better benefits for his kingdom, but he doesn’t care. He just wants this all over with

-Eventually, however, things go south

-The warring king makes too high of a demand, and Remy can’t offer him anything he’ll take

-He gets frustrated by Remy’s offers and he draws his sword

-The warring king shouldn’t even have had the sword on him, not at this meeting of peace, but Remy’s not surprised when he draws it. No one brings a sword to a peace meeting and doesn’t use it

-His parents hadn’t allowed him to bring his own, but that’s alright

-Logan had known he’d never be given a sword

-So it’s more instinct than thought when he reaches over and steals the sword of the guard beside him, the move one he had practiced many a time before

-He takes a single step back as he does, avoiding the jab the warring king makes at him with ease

-It’s three slashes to get the king’s balance thrown off, the sword thrown behind him and barely in his grip

-Remy turns to the side just enough to elbow the king in the chest, hard

-The king stumbles, falling, his sword fully slipping out of his grasp and sliding across the ground

-Remy puts a foot on the king’s chest, presses the tip of his blade to the base of his throat

-None of the guards move

-It is clear that the battle started is a problem of the negotiators, not them

-Remy leans down, putting more weight on the king’s chest as he does so, sword tipping moving up to rest uncomfortably close against the top of his neck, just below his chin

-‘this war ends tonight’ he says, voice low and and serious and deadly. ‘the only choice you have left in the matter is whether or not I seal the peace treaty with your blood’

-The king agrees to a peace treaty that easily favors Remy’s kingdom by an insane degree, but he does walk away with his life, so it balances out in the end

-The troops and soldiers and guards come home

-Remy is ecstatic

-Ecstatic until it’s been two hours of men straggling home and nowhere amongst them is Logan

-His parents eventually pull him aside and tell him the truth

-Logan’s been missing for a month and a half, last heard of as being a prisoner to the other side

-He’s assumed KIA, but officially he’s just MIA

-Remy’s… well, Remy’s a lot of things

-Angry, at first, that they never told him, that he didn’t have a chance to force a peace earlier, to find a way to help him sooner

-Then desperate, talking to every soldier he can, hoping for any hint, any information, anything that might lead him to Logan, to even lead him to believe he’s still alive

-But no one has any good information, nothing to put him at ease, nothing to help him, only to hurt him even more

-So then he’s just… well, sad isn’t quite it

-He feels more numb

-Empty

-As much as it hurt to exist away from Logan, it hurts even worse to be forced to exist without him, likely forever without him

-He no longer has nightmares, but he doesn’t dream, either, just sleeping and waking and barely recognizing the gap in time

-Remy wanders the palace, because there’s nothing else to do, and sitting still just makes the void in his stomach settle in place and hurt worse, so he keeps walking, endlessly in circles with little regard for how long he does for any stretch of time

-It’s been two weeks since the soldiers returned home

-Remy’s out in the garden

-It’s late, but what does he care?

-Day, night, light, dark… it doesn’t matter anymore

-None of them have Logan in them

-So he’s in the garden, wandering past the flowers and plants with very little care

-He stops by the patch of poppies, still alive and blooming even though it’s been roughly a year since Logan asked Remy to teach him

-He brushes his fingers against them

-‘Common poppies’ he says, because Logan liked it when he’d list the plants and flowers and their names, common and scientific, because it was knowledge and learning and Remy loved it too because his eyes would always light up and-

-‘Common poppies’ he repeats, voice now sounding choked as he fights back tears, ‘also known as papa- as papaver rhoeas’ he manages, and he’s stumbling over the words and the pronunciations are wrong but that’s okay, really, it’s not like anyone cares now, especially not now that- that-

-‘I think I prefer to call them sleepy bitch flowers’

-Remy turns so fast his vision blurs (which might also have to do with the lack of sleep and his non-existent appetite and the tears he’s one hundred percent sure are in his eyes and running down his face)

-He almost doesn’t believe his eyes

-But that tone? That reference? That voice?

-Remy knows it even before he sees him standing there, in the middle of the garden, looking dirty and tired but alive, oh so very alive

-It’s Logan

-He’s next to him before either of them can so much as blink, holding Logan’s face in both of his hands, looking him over

-‘Are you alright?’ he asks, because that’s what matters first, matters now that he’s here and with him

-‘More than’ Logan answers. He’s tired, yes, and there’s still a healing scar on his leg, but it’s been two months and he knows how to take care of himself, knew how to get what he needed as he fought his way home, giving up on finding his troops and instead focused on finding his way back to Remy, on finding his way back home

-And now that he’s here, now that he is home… he’s almost certain he could fly

-Remy nods to himself, glancing over Logan again, finding him dirty and ragged and a little bloody but he really is okay, really is alright, and he looks back up, finally, looks in those crystal blue eyes that he’s been missing for too long, and it’s not a choice so much as a need when he pulls Logan forward and kisses him

-It lasts for a mere second, Remy pulling back almost immediately after he moved forwards

-They pause, looking at each other, eyes wide, both surprised

-And then they kissed again

-It lasts longer this time, like it’s meant to, the kiss filled with desperation and fear as if the other will suddenly disappear again, as if this isn’t the beginning of their forever but instead the end of it

-But it’s also filled with hope, with hope and promise and love, filled with every bit of wishful thinking and misplaced hope that they had throughout it all, all of it building up to one thing, to one moment- this one, right here, right now

-When they pull away this time, they’re breathless

-Logan’s hands had moved to hold Remy’s waist, while Remy’s still cradling Logan’s face, and even when they pull away they press their foreheads together because they just can’t let there be space between them not now, and likely not for a long time

-‘I’m going to marry you’ Remy promises, fervently, and maybe hastily, but he really can’t bring himself to care at all

-Logan laughs, and it’s watery but it’s genuine, ‘I don’t think you can do that’

-‘Don’t care. I’m going to marry you and make you my king and you’re never going to get sent away to any stupid war ever, ever again and I’m not going to- I’m never going to lo- to lose you again because I- I can’t-’

-Logan’s arms slip from their place at Remy’s hips to wrap around his back instead, holding him close as Remy sobbed into his shoulder, and Logan cried too, Remy’s arms moving to hold Logan too

-They stayed like that for several minutes, holding each other and crying, every once in a while murmuring something, sometimes a promise or partial sentence but mostly just the other’s name

-Eventually they start to sag even more heavily against each other, Logan tired from his journeys and the remnants of his injuries, Remy tired from sleepless nights and feeling so empty for so long

-They stumble to Remy’s room, to Remy’s bed, to their bed, still holding each other even as they fall onto it, curling into each other as they get comfortable

-In the morning, Remy will call the court doctor and make sure Logan’s truly okay, and wrap and bind and take care of whatever they need to

-They’ll then go to face Remy’s parents, together, still holding each other, as Remy declares he’s going to marry him, regardless of what they say or think

-His parents will protest it for a moment, but not long

-And they’ll begin the wedding preparations as soon as possible

-But for now, they’ll sleep, holding each other close, finally warm, finally close, finally whole again

#guys when I say long I mean LONG #this is over 4k!!!!#so only read when you got the time dcvdscvdsjc #losleep #ts remy #ts sleep #ts logan #the cryptid speaks #the cryptid answers #space anon #fanfic #fanfiction #ts sides #sander sides #blink #sleepy bitch flowers: the musc- shit I mean- the bullet fic

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augusta-in-the-rain · 5 years ago

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Guy overreacts to someone teasing his son

Oneshot requested by @xxbyimm -I hope you like it!

It’s early evening and Guy is returning home after a long day of terrorising peasants, or, as he prefers to think of it, upholding law and order. It had been a hot, dry summer’s day, and as he dismounts and gives his horse an affectionate pat on the haunches, a little cloud of dust rises. He just can’t wait to wash the dust of him, have a nice, leisurely shag with you, his wife, and eat the meal you have prepared. Not necessarily in this order.

Leaving the stables, he walks around the house to reach the door but he is stopped by the sight of your 13-year-old son, Roger, who is looking flushed and upset, and is murdering an innocent stack of firewood with a too-heavy-for-him axe. Bugger this, he paid good coin for that wood, he muses, but he feels paternal pride rising at the image of the boy. Just last summer, he wasn’t able to lift that axe, Guy thinks, and now look at him!

Unable to hide the amusement in his voice, Guy calls out, “All right son? What has that wood done to offend you?”

Roger throws down the axe, but gives the wood an angry kick, for good measure. A few smaller logs roll away from the pile. “It’s that William,” he mumbles, referring to the new Sheriff’s son, who is 5 summers older than Roger. “He’s always making fun of me. We went for a swim in the river with some of them lads, and he was there, and he never stopped laughing at me. He said I was small, and called me a runt, and...” -the boy blushed bright red and whispered- “He... he asked if a carp had got a nibble of me, because my breeches looked empty.”

Guy’s heart sank -he had also been a late bloomer, and remembered well the ribbing he got from the other boys; *Until I had my growth spurt, and they stopped laughing in a hurry* he thought, with a self-satisfied smirk.

He told Roger all that, and followed the encouraging words with “-but until then, if he says anything to you again, trip him over and kick him in the bollocks like this-“ and he started demonstrating the fighting manoeuvre, when his wife’s angry voice interrupted the self-defence lesson.

“Guy Crispin Gisborne, what do you THINK you are teaching my son to do?” you said, walking out of the house and wiping your hands on your apron.

“None of your concern, woman, just teaching him to defend himself like a man,” Guy said irritably, because he knew it was your concern, and he had previous experience of how the argument was going to unfold.

You didn’t disappoint. “It is too my concern, if our son gets in the Sheriff’s bad books because he punched first and asked questions later,” you said. “And I’ll tell you now, if you don’t stop riling him up, your concern is going to be making up the spare bed, because that’s where you’ll be sleeping tonight!”

As if you were going to refuse him your bed, thought Guy, rolling his eyes and patting your bottom as he walked past you. He knew you better than that after 15 years of marriage, you still enjoyed each other like you did when you had first got together, and you weren’t likely to forgo your nights together, no matter what you threatened him with. Still, you did have a point that antagonising the Sherriff was a bad idea.

After dinner, Guy went back to the stables, looking for Alan, who was still working for him after all these years.

“Do you still have that Nightwatchman’s outfit Alan? I’ve got a job for you...” And he explained what he wanted Alan to do.

“Come on now Giz, I’m not being funny, but that’s a bit much to ask, isn’t it? I mean, we’re friends and all, but I’m just saying...” Alan was not happy with Guy’s plan, which involved exploiting the (true) rumour going around, that the Nightwatchman was really a woman.

“Come on A’ Dale, I thought you missed the days when I got you to infiltrate the... camp,” Guy smirked.

Alan rolled his eyes and gave in. “Fine, but I’m only doing it for you, like. You’ll owe me, that’s all I’m sayin’.”

The next night, young William, the Sheriff’s son, was walking home, pleasantly inebriated after an evening of drinking with the lads. He was making his way through a copse of alder, when a dark figure jumped down from one of them, and pushed him against a tree. “Hi there handsome,” the figure said in a husky whisper. “After a hard night of law-breaking, a girl could do with a bit of fun... What do you say?” William gulped as the figure run a finger down his chest, untying his breeches and pushing them down. Then she stopped. And took a step back. “Oh dear. That’s disappointing... Oh well, it seems I misjudged you... Maybe give me a call in a couple of years... little boy.” Then she turned around and disappeared swiftly through the trees.

Guy laughed as Alan recounted the encounter, removing the kerchiefs he had put down his top for feminine padding. “Here you go, have an ale on me,” he said, tossing him a coin. “You’ve earned it!”

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sprinkle-jay · 5 years ago

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duchess of gumberly

Might I interest you all in a... Jet character study? (Also on AO3)

Jet is born two minutes before Ruby, a fact that she despises deep down. Not that she’d wish being heir on her twin sister, she just doesn’t want to rule a kingdom. She’d much rather be fighting, though of course she also had to have been cursed to have been born in a time of peace. Growing up in Castle Candy means far too many lessons for her to enjoy any of them. Chancellor Lapin drones on and on and she can hardly bring herself to care. She and Ruby sneak out, go to Dulcington and talk to Cirinda, get letters from Thad, toss gems at the peasants there. And oh how she wishes she could be one of them, living far away from the castle. More than anything, she wants to learn how to fight, she wants to learn how to use a sword, wants to know how it feels to stab something with one. She’s always been obsessed with war.

As she continues to grow up, the lessons she’s taught never get more interesting. She begs Theobald for combat training, for him to teach her a stunning blow at the very least. He always refuses to teach her, telling her she has to be heir. She sometimes goes to the statues of her aunts, stares at Aunt Rococoa’s statue in admiration. She’s Jet’s inspiration and Jet wants to be like her, a complete badass in combat. Screw sitting around and learning about history and etiquette, if no one will teach her how to fight then she’ll just have to teach herself. So she sharpens a candy cane and learns how to stab things with it. She’s always been obsessed with war.

The twins sneak out again on their 18th Saint’s Day, using scarecrows to fool Lapin as he drones on and on, engrossed in his lesson. And after they’re done being lectured, when their mother goes to speak with Liam, their father walks over to them with two boxes. She hides her excitement for a moment until her father hands her the Twizzling Blade, Flickerish, her aunt Rococoa's sword. Immediately she goes to train against Theobald, all the while informing him that she'll replace him. He tells her that she can do that when she's queen but she doesn't want to be queen, she wants to be a soldier in a great war. She's always been obsessed with war.

When their mother comes back with their father, she talks to them about the Concord and Jet desperately wracks her brain for anything she knows about it. Nothing comes to mind quickly enough and so she makes something up about notes. But it doesn’t matter because her mom tells her that they’ll be able to go to Comida for the tournament and the twins can barely contain their excitement in their interlocked pinkies. Of course, their enthusiasm is slightly curbed by the fact that there won't be time for gift shops or exploration, but the thought of a tournament is more than enough to balance that out. But later that night at the banquet, her curiosity is piqued when she witnesses Lapin sneaking out of the room. She and Liam follow him and overhear his conversation with the Sugar-Plum Fairy, something the twins and Liam keep in mind in case they need to blackmail him. It pisses Jet off when Lapin questions if her family is even worth it, though she keeps her anger in check until she has a chance to confront him. She’s always been obsessed with war.

Then they’re on their way to Comida, Jet bothering Lapin about the Sugar-Plum Fairy while Ruby does tricks on top of the carriage. It’s supposed to be “safe and healthy and unexciting” in Ruby’s words, just a simple journey from one kingdom to another. But they’ve stopped because of a fallen tree in the road and Jet can see Theo tense up as he looks outside but there isn’t enough time to react. Jet feels Ruby collapse, tries to steady her even though she knows what happened, even as she hears more arrows thudding into the carriages. She yells to Lapin to heal Ruby and climbs up on top of the carriage, laying perfectly on top of her twin to shield her. She can’t lose Ruby, Ruby needs to join the circus, they need to get an apartment in Dulcington. When Lapin heals Ruby, Jet grabs her tight and hugs her before rushing into battle. She watched Theobald’s first turn in battle and she can’t believe he’s actually cool. And she’s determined to prove herself in battle, too. She’s always been obsessed with war.

So she rushes forward, relishes the feeling of making her blade stabbing into the cheese bandit, relishes the taste of the blood she licks off of Flickerish. She sees Theobald’s shock and she hears her father’s pride. This is everything she’s always wanted, fighting has always fascinated her. The fight continues on and her father falls unconscious several times. She rushes over to him and puts her locket around his neck, glancing back in surprise as Theo blocks a blow meant for her with his shield. Maybe now he’ll give her fighting lessons. The imperial army arrives with Commander Constano Grissini at the front and he fights with her, praising her abilities in battle. And she finds that she’s proud of herself. She’s always been obsessed with war.

After the fight she searches for a Carnish shield before she goes to talk to Liam, asking him for help in watching over Ruby. There’s no way Jet is leaving her twin without protection, not after that fight. Liam agrees and Jet goes off to talk to Grissini, partially to spy and partially because she wants to talk about combat. But Theobald repeatedly tries to get her to join them in the cramped carriage and eventually Ruby joins in. She goes into the carriage with no intention of listening to what they have to say until her father yells at them to start listening. And she listens to their explanation of magic with anger. Later, when Theobald tells the twins and Liam about Aunt Lazuli, Jet’s anger grows. So many incredible things can be done with magic but everyone is too scared to accept it. Fuck the Concord, she’ll go to war if they do anything to her sister. She’s always been obsessed with war.

At the banquet, Jet meets Thad for the first time in ten years and is instantly repulsed. She struggles through conversation with him before telling him to wait for her in an alley. He goes and she assumes he waits for her all night. In the meantime, she debates signing up for the tournament with everyone else, making sure to get their opinions and advice before doing anything. Her father tells her to sign up for the melee and she does, glad that he’s letting her participate. Before it starts, she Messages Theobald and Ruby, worried about her father, asking what to do if he goes down. The tournament starts and Jet immediately yells to Anabelle, tells her and everyone else present that she won’t marry. Maybe she brings shame to her family with her exclamation, but it seems to get Anabelle on her side and that’s all that matters in the moment. She turns and attacks Grissini, directs him towards the alley without a second thought. Anabelle runs up and joins Jet in attacking Grissini and Jet is awed by her. She’s always been obsessed with war.

For a moment, Jet is so caught up in the fighting that she doesn’t notice anything wrong with her father. But then he jumps over the fence and lies down and she knows something’s happened. Scravoya jumps over after him and swings down on him as Jet watches on in horror. Even though something had been telling her to expect this, she doesn’t know what to do. Scravoya is disarmed, her father is healed, Liam finds the source of the poison, Ruby pulls out the daggers, and Jet can feel herself breath again. It’s the second time in the past week that her father has almost been killed and Jet is determined to make sure it doesn’t happen again. As they return to their chambers, she puts herself in the middle of all of her family, worried about all of them. And she comes to a decision about her future, she will take the throne. And when she’s King of Candia, magic will be legal. She’ll open up a kindergarten and teach them magic. It doesn’t matter to her what the rest of Calorum thinks about magic, she’ll fight them on it if she has to. She’s always been obsessed with war.

She and Ruby sneak out into Comida, weave through the city with Ciabatta, hop fences and search. They watch as Ciabatta expertly kills a guard and disposes of his body. The scene is gruesome, but Jet can’t deny that she’s fascinated and impressed. They find Alfredi’s lab, her secrets, her poisons. They find her blackmail, Ciabatta burning some papers and taking the Ceresian blackmail for himself. He’s efficient and so cool. They return back to the chambers, Jet and Ruby immediately gushing about everything they’d done. While they’re sharing everything they learned on their excursion, discussing everything that’s happened, there is a knock at the door. It opens and Lapin enters with dozens of knights, announces he’s there to arrest Liam, and Jet is filled with rage. She steps forward with her father, blocking Liam from view. There’s no way she’s just going to let him be arrested, she’ll stand against the knights to prevent it if need be. She’s always been obsessed with war.

It’s tense in the chapel, the Emperor died overnight but the paperwork was never filled out. Liam is there suspected of witchcraft, standing up to say that Amethar was named successor with Theobald. Jet discreetly tries to read her banned book and find out more about the Profidian Heresy and the Ramsian Doctrine, but stops when Plumbeline claims Ciabatta was named heir. Her father and Plumbeline go to swear on Aunt Citrina’s Book of Leaves and Jet feels a brief sense of relief when Plumbeline admits to lying, only to start in shock at the Pontifex’s questions. She instinctively grabs for Ruby’s hand and flinches in surprise as she is called a bastard, as her father is excommunicated, as war is declared. She’s filled with anger as she pulls out Flickerish, determined to fight the Pontifex, completely disregarding the dangerous circumstances they’re all in. She’s out for blood, fuck the Bulbian Church and everything it’s done to her family. She’s always been obsessed with war.

#dimension 20 #acoc #acoc spoilers #a crown of candy #crown of candy #jet rocks #jay's fic tag

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youarejesting · 6 years ago

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Dance is the celebration of the flame - MYG

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Part one: Music is the spark that sets my soul on fire Summary: Yoongi x reader story. Y/n is a 97 liner from Europe, she came to Korea to study Literature but to maintain herself in Seoul she works as a producer and songwriter and choreographer. BigHit hires her and while working with BTS they become friends and yoongi falls in love. Request:

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Warnings: None that I know of unless you fear Genre: Romance, Comedy, Drama Words: 1.9k

You walked into the dance studio and looked at Jimin and Jhope teaching Jin the choreography and Jin concentrating to get the moves right. You smiled watching the boys spot you in the mirror. They ran over calling your name, Jin hugging you from behind, pointing at the two boys. He whined that they were making fun of him and they should have more respect, while hiding behind your smaller figure. “It’s been two years since we debuted and he still can’t body roll properly”

“Maybe you are terrible teachers, making fun of him won’t help” You turned to the door, dimming the lights a little. Taking Jin’s hand you lead him to the middle of the room and smiled explaining the fundamentals of body rolling and asking him to try again. He really was a little awkward and you sighed. “Okay Jin, um you know body rolls are meant to be sexy and you shouldn’t feel any strain, so um if you trust me, I can help you but it’s a little um intimate. What I mean is imagine we are at a night club just dancing and you see someone you like and you start dancing together. Do you feel comfortable with me showing you how to body roll?”

He nodded his cheeks pink as you put on their title song I Need U and gently took his hips in your hands. You were an excellent dancer if you did say so yourself and though you had taught friends how to dance, you had never taught anyone like this. You sighed taking your time and helping him move. “Okay you want to smooth out your movements with ease not so drastic just minimal movements, you are improving already”

He was blushing and you tried to distract him, asking him about the new bakery he recently visited and he dove into a full discussion about the food. “And they had these tiny little cupcakes and they were delicious. Did you talk to Yoongi last night? He was smiling at his phone after dinner”

“I did and I thought we all agreed, not to talk about Yoongi and I” You huffed reliving the moment two months ago when his lips met yours and those two words that repeated in your head, ‘I’m sorry’. You both never brought it up again things were awkward for two days before everything returned to normal. However now there was another problem which was this tension between you both this heavy atmosphere that seemed to burn between you. Jimin who was practicing nearby spoke up.

“Come on you both are tip toeing around each other and flirting constantly. Don’t think we don’t catch you both giving each other the bedroom eyes” Jimin scoffed and you blushed stopping your dance lesson and Jin muttered a tired thank you before walking away to rest on a bench catching his breath. Jimin smiled at you teasingly “You both need to wake up and realize you are into each other”

“There is nothing there, we are both working professionally and definitely not flirting. And I do not give him bedroom eyes” you protested greatly. Namjoon stepped to the room putting down his bag and iced Americano.

“Who are you not giving bedroom eyes too?” He asked taking off his hoodie. You sighed finally someone with reason. You told him seriously that you and Yoongi were just best friends. He started laughing, holding his sides.

“sta 'zitto!” you smacked him and he laughed and Jungkook Taehyung and Yoongi entered the Dance studio and you frowned and stood between Jin and Namjoon and too them through the choreography. You were making sure that there choreography didn’t impede their singing ability. Every time any of the boys minus Yoongi past they would whisper in your ear how much you and Yoongi should be together. “Namjoon, I will kill you if you don’t shut your big mouth”

After practice Jungkook asked you if you wanted to come over to the dorm and play the new game smite you both had been talking about. Agreeing you went to the van, jumping in the back squished between Yoongi and Namjoon. The latter finding it funny to spread out as much as he could and pretend to fall asleep, making you lean into Yoongi. Once you arrived at the dorm, everyone seemed to be obviously trying to make up excuses to leave. Jungkook said he had a head ache and was going to go rest. Jimin Taehyung and Jhope began leaving the room giggling silently while mouthing good luck and making hearts behind Yoongi’s back.

Namjoon went to his studio saying he needed to work on somethings. Yoongi seemed to look around and spotted Jin in the kitchen filling his arms with snacks. “Yah, you put those down” he scurried over to Jin who repeated “Mianhae, Mianhae Yoongi Mianhae” as he ran off down the hall firmly shutting the door.

Walking into the kitchen you hummed looking in the fridge, and you looked at Yoongi with a grin. “They are trying to set us up” you laughed and he shuffled his feet. He mumbled what sounded like an apology. “But jokes on them they are stuck in their rooms, we should order some really delicious food and eat it without them, maybe watch that new movie Tae and Namjoon wanted to watch they will hate that”

Joining you on your plan you ordered a large range of food and rented the newest box office movie the boys had been talking about. Sitting in the living room you smiled eating and laughing together while watching the movie. The credits started rolling when you looked over Yoongi was staring at his phone, you saw a snap chat from Hoseok. It was you and Jin dancing. Yoongi’s jaw was tense as he watched and you smiled. “Ah I was helping Jin with his dancing because the boys were making fun of him”

“Yeah you were really helping him weren’t you” he muttered, blinking shocked he got up and started cleaning up, carrying the rubbish and cutlery to the kitchen. Following him you tried to ask him what he meant. But he was just clattering dishes and angrily cleaning. Asking him directly what his problem was, he turned seething. “God you know how much I”

You watched his mouth open and close before he sighed turning back to the dishes. And no matter what you said he ignored you. He pulled out a glass and filled it with a single malt whiskey. Snatching the glass as he turned away to put the whiskey back, you threw it back holding in a cough at the unfamiliar burn it caused in your throat. He turned back noticing his glass empty. Pouring another not turning his back as he replaced the lid you snatched it and drank this one too.

Placing the bottle on the bench he looked at you his tongue pressed to his cheek his hands on his hips in annoyance. You went to hand back the glass and took the bottle of whiskey and leaned back in your chair. He huffed watching you take a large swig before pointing at him. He saw the fire in your eyes again.

“Don’t you dare get in a huff for me helping a friend learn how to dance alright, you have no right to be mad. You want to know why? Because you are the idiot who not only called me his best friend but then YOU kissed ME and not only that you said ‘I’m Sorry’ and left. I thought maybe you regretted it sure, I won’t push it. Of course I like you Yoongi. But I am realistic, as an Idol your contract says you can’t date, and as a civilian, commoner, peasant whatever you want to call us regular people. I know you can have anyone you want. But that video was work taken out of context”

You were panting absolutely boiling with your anger, taking a long drink from the bottle. Yoongi was slowly processing your words and felt a little sheepish. He was waiting for you to bring up the kiss, so he didn’t seem to forward. He raised his eyebrows at the way you seemed to handle whiskey. One of his favorite alcoholic beverages. You looked at it and muttered “Even your taste in liquor is freaking amazing” thrusting the bottle of whiskey into his chest you went to grab your bag and phone. “Why are you so freaking perfect?”

“Wait, I will drive you home?” he sighed grabbing the keys and walking over to the door, handing you your coat. With your cheeks flushed pink already from the Alcohol, he wasn’t wanting to let you commute home. “Come on love, let me take you home”

The car ride was quiet and dark you laid back watching the street lights glow passing over Yoongi’s face, his mouth was open in concentration his thin frame glasses sat on his nose. You hummed turning away from him, “Why did you kissed me? This feels like a joke, that I don’t want to be a part of anymore”

“I kissed you cause I god damn wanted to. Did you ever think that maybe I fell in love with you? That you’re amazing and I have missed you. My best friend whom I am madly in love with” Yoongi lectured tensely not turning from the road as he went through town.

He pulled up at your house, turning to see you watching him. You both awkwardly starred at each other and shuffled around gathering your bag and coat and you took off your seat belt and he caught it before the strap could retract into the pillar loop. He pressed the seat belt back into the buckle and held his hand over it. Starring down between you he took a sharp breath that sounded more like a hiss. “I umm… I am sorry, for leaving you in the dark after kissing you. I am sorry I was too scared to admit my feelings. But I am not sorry for kissing you, having feelings for you because I think I actually love you. So say you love me too”

“I am probably going to be a little hard to handle sometimes. And we might disagree on somethings it’s expected. And if you-” Yoongi’s lips were on yours his hand sliding into your hair gently curling his fingers through the strands. Your heart sped up, all you could smell was his cologne and it was making your head spin. The kiss was so fierce you were running out of breath. Opening your eyes as you both pulled apart he was gazing into your eyes running his thumb gently under the soft pillow of your bottom lip. “Did you just kiss me so I would shut up? Because If you did I w-”

He pulled you in and kissed you once more. Turned completely in his seat, he kissed you with everything he had. When you broke once more he was breathing heavily and you hadn’t realized you had stopped breathing all together. His lips making a small ‘o’ as he breathed cool air against your swollen lips, the air hit you, and you couldn’t help but gasp automatically. He continued a jet of cool air against your inflamed cheeks.

You went to open your mouth and he placed his finger against your lips. “Please keep talking, I will happily, keep shutting you up until you stop over thinking this. I like it, you taste like whiskey” His tongue swiped across his bottom lip and he threw you a cheeky gummy smile. “ti amo, I love you”

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roseskiesandbutterflies · 5 years ago

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Killer Queen - Chapter 9: Coming Soon

Summary: Arabella Ruth White is the fifth member of the Marauders. And life at Hogwarts certainly isn’t easy. Especially when you have alcohol, relationships, unhealthy music obsessions, a fake stage persona, weird ass friends with weird ass problems and actual school all thrown into the equation. (This story is also on Wattpad and AO3 of the same name. I will always update on Wattpad first.)

Warning(s): none that I can see

Taglist: @bhmay @briarrose26 @bijoukitty ask to be on my taglist!

Inspired by: A Night At The Opera, various Marauders headcanons I’ve seen on Pinterest, this quarantine business, The Boy Who Killed God by @sirius-black-killed-god on AO3, All The Young Dudes by MsKingBean89 on AO3

Word count: 4.3k+ (holy shit)

A/N: I beg of you follow Ruth's advice on how to handle a record because some people do it Wrong. Don't be one of those people, please. Somehow, she's 16 now which is weird, but not that weird seen as she is literally a figment of my own imagination. This chapter is over 4000 words long which makes it the longest thing I've ever written.

I’m thinking about changing the point of view again. I’m currently in first but I might change it to third. First is good for funny scenes like in this chapter, but it’s not ideal for the deeper stuff I have planned later. Yes, I have a plot. Shock horror. But we shall wait and see on that one. If I do change it, I won’t edit the previous chapters to fit it because I really can’t be bothered.

Everyone, please stay safe because of what's going on and stay optimistic and occupied. For example, I'll have more time to write! It's a scary time but it will pass, like everything does at some point. OK I've gotten too philosophical. I shall stop now. This chapter is sponsored by me calling Dr Brian Harold May 'Clog Man'. This chapter title comes from Queen's 1980 album, 'The Game'.

“Good morning, peasants!” I declared as I quite literally swept into Transfiguration that morning, a crown perched precariously atop of my head, my robe billowing behind me. My dearest courtiers trailed along in my wake, begrudgingly carrying my belongings. How generous of them, I thought to myself, as if they had had any say in the matter in the first place. My loyal subjects celebrated my entrance and I gracefully sat down in my assigned seat, feet on the table, chair tipped back at precisely the right angle. I didn’t want to fall and get a concussion, now did I? Especially not on that day of all days.

Now you may wonder what on Gaia’s green earth I am on about, you may begin to question my sanity, you may finally start to piece the clues together and realise I am in fact, a total nutter. About time you did, if I’m completely honest with you, darling. However, like most of my shenanigans, the reason for all this was a well-founded one, if I did say so myself. For Twas my birthday, my sixteenth birthday to be precise, and that meant I got to be queen for a day. Not as long as I would like but hey ho, it was better than nothing. I had all the time in the world to take over the world so being queen could wait for now. Even better than this temporary monarchy, becoming sixteen came with plenty of hobbies I could now I enjoy legally, such as having sex, smoking and drinking wine in a restaurant. As if the law had stopped me before. Following the law is for the weak and my mother did not raise me to be anything of the sort.

Now as a queen such as myself, it is my regal responsibility to keep up appearances, which, to put it simply, meant to look pretty damn fabulous at all times. Hence why I was sporting a magnificent golden crown enchanted to stay on my head for the whole day and matching robe-cloak-thing. You know what I’m on about. Personally, I was rather pleased with my attire. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for one Minerva McGonagall.

An exasperated sigh from the front of the classroom was reluctantly followed by, “White, dare I ask why you are not in proper uniform?” she gestured vaguely at my majestic outfit.

“It would certainly be rather daring of you, professor,” I replied, without missing a beat. A classic raised eyebrow went my way, so I let out a sigh of my own before saying, “Tis my sixteenth birthday, dearest Minnie. If I have to attend lessons on such an occasion, then I must be allowed to dress appropriately.”

“And you consider a crown half as big as yourself to be appropriate for school?” her wonderfully Scottish voice quipped back.

“Why of course ma’am, you see it’s what I like to call my thinking cap,” I grinned broadly at her before joining a giggling Sirius who had gone to great lengths to keep it all in.

But nothing in this godforsaken world, and I do not say that lightly, could have prepared me for Minnie’s response: “Then perhaps it will do you some good.” She turned to the blackboard behind her to begin the lesson I had partly succeeded in delaying.

I, on the other hand, wasn’t doing so well. I clutched at my chest as if I’d been shot, and believe me it felt like I had been, and dramatically fell into the arms of James, as he was the unfortunate soul who sat next to me. I weakly reached up to touch his face as they do in the muggle movies, made a mental note to remind him to fucking shave and heaved out, “Jamie, I won’t last much longer but there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What, my darling? What is it?” he asked, faithfully going along with my foolish antics as always, the poor sod.

“I…love…” I whispered before going limp in his arms as if I was dead.

“Ruth, my love, no!” he hugged my ‘corpse’ while sobbing rather profoundly.

Sirius leapt to his feet (I had to open my eyes slightly for this bit) and declared, “What do you mean ‘my love’? Ruth has been the love of my life since I first laid eyes on her!”

“You foul fiend! Ruth was the second reason for my very existence after Evans, thank you very much!” James too jumped up, leaving me to flop onto the stone floor with an ungraceful ‘ugh’. I could sense Lily’s annoyance from the other side of the classroom.

James and Sirius both grabbed their wands, pointed them at one another, but instead of cursing each other, they used them like fencing swords. Just before Sirius could ‘stab’ James, I myself jumped up and cried, “Wait!” at the same time Minnie yelled, “Enough!”

Naturally, we took no notice of this.

Both boys turned to look at me, only for me to say, “I don’t love either of you. I love Remus!” I pointed at the boy in question who in turn smirked his classic smirk.

He opened his mouth to speak only to be interrupted by an infuriated Minnie, “I said enough! Sit down, all three of you or it’s detention for a week!” Now I was pretty sure she was only letting us off because she was well aware that if I was given detention on my birthday, I would certainly not go. I’d like to think it was because she loved us dearly, but my mother didn’t raise me to be a liar either. Considering the circumstances, a.k.a. my huge fucking party I had planned for later on, I did what I almost never did.

I sat down.

Not without a snarky “ooooooooh” of course.

Naturally, Minnie wasn’t all that impressed with my reply, “Evans, swap seats with White, please.”

Naturally, I wasn’t all that impressed with her reply either, “Professor, are you seriously going to move me on my birthday?”

“That is correct.”

“Miss, that’s not fair, I haven’t even done anything that bad, we’re all in one piece, aren’t we? Besides, why is it only me that’s getting moved, what’s up with that?”

“You’re not the only one I’m moving, I’m also moving Evans, am I not?” she snapped, not at all pleased with my outburst, “Now please move seats, you are disrupting my lesson.”

I pouted like a little child on the naughty step, grabbed my stuff together and plonked myself where Lily had been sitting, next to a girl who had only started in September, from Greece or Italy or somewhere. I suddenly realised Lily was now sitting next to James, so I felt the need to apologise, “Sorry, Lily!��, I said in a similar manner to a kid who was forced to say sorry to their sibling after hitting them. She just shot me a reproachful look which had me fearing for my life for a second, before turning to the lesson that could finally begin.

Obviously, I wasn’t exactly keen to take part in the lesson, so I opted for attempting to get to know my new desk partner, “You’re the new girl, right?”

I was met with a blank stare and confusion from both parties until something clicked for me: if she had just moved here from another country then she probably didn’t speak much English.

Well shit.

I tried again, simplifying my language but hopefully not sounding too patronising, “Are you new?”

The poor girl still strongly resembled a deer in headlights but nodded, “Yes?”

“What’s your name, darling?” I was determined to get to know this girl, she seemed nice enough and, knowing from experience what it felt like to be the new kid, I felt a strange urge to help her.

She cocked her head to the side in confusion, now looking like an owl of some sort. It was at this point where I gave up and just waved her off, “Don’t worry.” If Minnie was as adamant about me staying in this seat as I suspected, I’d have plenty of time later to try and talk to this girl. Maybe when she knew a bit more English. Or maybe I could teach her some? Well saying that I’m not sure how good of a teacher I would actually be. I’d probably be more of a nuisance than a help.

The rest of the school day carried on in a similar fashion, with the usual jokes played out in a more dramatic manner than usual. Fine by me. The end of lessons couldn’t come soon enough but at last, they were over. Meaning I could finally, finally, open my damn presents.

Well, I say presents, but me being the impatient bastard that I am, I actually opened most of them that morning at breakfast. Which involved about a year’s supply of chocolate, a 10-pack of condoms and no less than three boxes of tea from various posh shops in London. And a hell of a lot of magical alcohol, which was far better than the muggle stuff, but we don’t talk about that. There was only one present left and that was the one from the woman who birthed me. I realise that I have led you under false pretences of sentiment towards my dear mother, and while I do in fact over her greatly, this is not the case. It was actually because our family owl, Bob (don’t ask me why he’s called fucking Bob, Rhea named him), is quite possibly slower than a bloody snail and took the whole day to fly from Cromer to Scotland.

I ran up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory, which is saying something considering I don’t run for anything, and there it was, laying on what was basically my bed when Kingsley wasn’t around, wrapped in shining gold paper, my birthday present. Instantly I got a huge sense of déjà vu, as I knew exactly what it was.

A vinyl record.

Because what else do I do with my spare time these days?

I carefully picked it up, observing it in the stream of November sunlight coming from the window. Judging from the size and weight of it, it was definitely an album, my excitement increasing tenfold. I opened it as carefully as possible to discover that it was indeed Queen’s new album. Their iconic crest was printed on the front in a loud colour scheme of orange and pink. The title was written in black cursive: ‘A Night At The Opera’. The whole thing, though relatively simple in its design, screamed regalness.

I was so mesmerised by it that I didn’t even see the envelope on the bed until I very nearly sat on it. My mum’s familiar handwriting addressed me on the front of it and inside was a card with the most gorgeous watercolour print of the Cromer Pier which had me missing it terribly. I opened it to read what she had written and I couldn’t wipe the grin off of my face.

To Ruth,

Happy birthday, darling! It’s hard to believe you’re 16 now, I still see you as my gorgeous baby girl! I know I can’t see you on your special day, but half term is less than a month away – you’ll be home before we know it!

I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve done, and we all love you very much. Have a wonderful day with your friends!

Lots of love,

Mum, Rhea and Luke xxx

P.S. Don’t tell Mum but I got you a sort of magical cactus from Diagon Alley but I’ll give it to you when you come back – Rhea

P.P.S What Rhea forgot to tell you is that the cactus was my idea, I just didn’t have any pocket money left after going to the sweet shop - Luke

I smiled at the message and at my siblings’ additions at the bottom and found myself missing them more than I anticipated. I put on my bedside table, next to the magical photo us the boys and me which never failed to make me laugh. It was of us knee-deep in the Great Lake, around the July of our third year. James had his back to the camera but still showed his face and his lopsided grin; he was carrying Sirius over his shoulder like a fireman, the latter of which was showing his middle finger to the camera as best he could. Peter was mid-fall in front of them, just seconds before face-planting the water. Remus was to the right of them, trying his best to avoid getting wet from Peter’s inevitable splash, his face all screwed up in an attempt to protect his eyes. I was trying to hoist myself up onto Remus’s shoulders, which wouldn’t have been so difficult if he wasn’t so fucking tall, even at 14 he was a giant. The photo was magical, so we were all moving around as we had been at the time. I was lucky enough to have caught the exact moment I pulled my wand out and cast the aguamenti charm, aiming at everyone’s head but more importantly, James and Sirius’s hair. The photo was an endless cycle of me jumping up, casting the spell and being chased around by everyone before going back to our original positions.

I reluctantly turned away from the treasured photo, picked up the album and turned to run to the Room Of Requirement so I could listen to the artistry I held in my undeserving hands. Somehow, my close good friends beat me to it; there they stood in the doorway, carrying my dear record player between them with wide grins on their faces, not altogether dissimilar from the one James sported in the photograph.

I wondered for a second how the vinyl got itself onto my bed, and how the boys knew they had to get my record player, but then I realised my mother must have told them in advance. She may have been a Hufflepuff, but I do sometimes think she would have made a fine Slytherin. Surprise kids, I don’t have a prejudice against the entirety of Slytherin house, just the ones who are, quite frankly, dickheads. Not my fault if that’s the majority of them.

They popped my dear baby on the floor and sat down various surfaces: the floor, their beds, Remus’s lap (*cough cough* Sirius *cough cough*). I ever-so-carefully removed the vinyl from its sleeve and placed it onto the turntable, only touching the outermost edges so as to not get grease into the grooves of the record. Now, I can’t be ruining it already.

“I hope you know we love you enough to carry that thing all the way here,” Sirius whined, mopping non-existent sweat from his forehead using’s Remus’s poor jumper. The audacity he had to refer to my precious record player as ‘that thing’. I didn’t hit him, which is very unlike me, but I refused to sink to his level. Twat.

“Thank you darling but I think, in the midst of wanting to show off your varying levels of strength, you all forgot you could simply levitate my baby here,” I flopped onto Remus’s bed (by far the cleanest one) as Peter repeatedly smacked James with a pillow, “What did I say, James? What did I fucking say?”

Poor James just groaned at him to stop, arms up in a quite frankly pathetic bid to protect himself. He looked at me helplessly, but I just shook my head with a cheeky smirk on my face, “Nope, you got yourself into this mess, I’m not getting involved.”

Sirius, on the other hand, was laughing so much that Remus had to move him from lying against his chest to having his head in his lap to prevent him from hurting himself. I was half-convinced that Sirius was in fact having a heart attack but at this point, I was not nearly drunk enough to put up with his bullshit. Oh yeah, forgot to mention we each took a shot after breakfast seen as it’s my birthday, only increasing our chances of getting alcohol poisoning within the next weekend or so. But let’s be honest, I’m only using my birthday as an excuse to drink more alcohol at eight o’clock in the morning.

A few more smacks and one case of concussion later, we had all calmed down enough for me to play my goddamn record. Suspense hung in the air as the tiny crackles of an unused record sounded, followed by a crescendo of lightning-fast piano. Definitely not what I expected from a song entitled ‘Death On Two Legs (Dedicated To…)’, until Brian’s slightly menacing guitar burst through the speakers. The rest of the carried on in a similar fashion, fancy piano and angry guitar combined with lyrics I could only describe as savage. I made a mental note to look at the enclosed lyrics later on to see what exactly Freddie was singing, as even for my standards it was rather mean. I also couldn’t help but wonder who this was dedicated to and what they had done for Freddie to sing about them in such a manner. Must be quite the dickhead. Maybe someone like Snivellus. You can’t get much worse than Snivellus.

The next song was called ‘Lazing On A Sunday Afternoon’ and I couldn’t help but giggle throughout it. It felt very vintage, the singing was distorted somewhat, but it seemed more as if they were taking the mick out of the genre. It was a little thing, hardly a couple of minutes long, and soon transitioned to ‘I’m In Love With My Car’, which I distinctly remembered from the B-side of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’. That song will never fail to make me laugh. How a man can be so attached to his car, I’ll never know.

Those comedic masterpieces were followed by ‘You’re My Best Friend’, which I fell in love with within the first five seconds. The adorable little piano, the adorable little lyrics, the adorable little bass, okay I could go on like this for hours, but the point is that I loved this song and would gladly be its friend, were it a person. Yeah, I may have been a tad tipsy, might have had something to do with the shots we took between lessons on top of the one at breakfast. I had wanted to maintain a state of slight tipsiness throughout the day. Moving swiftly on.

‘39’ was next, and it was safe to say that I wasn’t expecting any of it. At first, the guitar made me chuckle, then the realisation that it was just vocals, guitar and fucking tambourine, and then the fact that it was almost certainly a county song about space. Brian was singing, of course it was Brian, and I seemed to have forgotten how talented a singer he actually is. And a songwriter because let’s be real, there is no way in hell that anyone in the band apart from Clog Man wrote this.

‘Sweet Lady’ came after that, which contrasted ‘39’ so much that it basically gave me whiplash. To be honest, I should have seen that coming seeing as that was how Queen seemed to work, a heavy rock song followed by something completely different and so on and so on. You’d think you’d grow tired of constantly changing styles but somehow Queen pulled it off magnificently, as they did with pretty much anything they set their minds to. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, don’t get me wrong it was a cool song, just not quite my cup of tea. I felt a little bit guilty about not liking it, but I forced myself to remember that I didn’t have to like every song on the album in order to be a fan.

‘Seaside Rendezvous’ was the next song and the last one on side A. I found it very quirky and much more to my liking. I could easily imagine myself going for a stroll down the beach back at home while humming this. And potentially dancing to it down the pier. Although I would look quite the crackhead as no one else would be able to hear it; but since when did I care about looking like a twat? I was already friends with plenty of twats, I stopped caring years ago. Somewhere in the middle of the song, there was a part that sounded like an orchestra of some kind, but I could tell Roger had something to do with the woodwind section, which led to some rather interesting images in my mind. Make of that what you will. The tap-dancing part made me laugh because I highly doubted that any of them could actually tap dance, leading to me wondering how to the fuck they did that. My brain also thought it was necessary to conjure up some cursed images of Brian tap-dancing in his clogs. Fucking hell, what was wrong with me?

As quickly and carefully as I could, I flipped the record onto the B-side, which started off with ‘The Prophet’s Song’. I was so naïve to think that ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ was long; this bad boy was all of eight minutes and basically a musical on its own, worthy of the likes of the West End or Broadway. The absolute artistry of the lyrics and the music quickly made it one of my favourites so far, which was saying something as I loved the whole damn album anyway. There was a good couple of minutes of straight acapella, mainly just countless overdubs of Freddie singing ‘no I know’ at various different pitches; then Roger and Brian joining in for a chorus of ‘la la la la la’. It was strangely creepy, and I had yet to figure out if that was their intention.

That then flowed almost seamlessly into ‘Love Of My Life’, a melancholic ballad that was as beautiful as it was sad. It didn’t take me long to work out that it was a harp rather than an acoustic guitar, I grinned at the mental images of Brian learning the harp for the sake of this one song. Surely if he’d known how to play it all along, he would have shown off his musical prowess much earlier.

Naturally, the next song flipped this whole vibe that had just been created on its head. ‘Good Company’ was its name and it involved a whole band created solely by Brian’s guitar. It seemed funny to me, but I didn’t know why. A bit like with ‘Sweet Lady’, I wasn’t all too sure if I like it or not. I did notice Brian singing again; it was nice to hear his voice on the record more, not to diss Freddie or Roger in any way, shape or form. Now I wanted to hear John sing and we would be good to go.

The last proper song on the album was, of course, the absolute masterpiece (or as Sirius liked to call it, ‘an utter fucking bop’) that was ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’. Considering the sheer amount of times we’ve listened to the record since it came out, it wasn’t all that surprising that we knew all the words off by heart. This was including playing all five minutes and fifty-five seconds of it while James was in the shower, so he didn’t spend hours in there and use up all the hot water. The rule was that he had to be out by the time the song had ended, or we would send Lily the picture we had of him with his hair all wet. And he would die before he consented to such a thing. Trust me, it’s not a particularly flattering look on him. I had to remind them to resist the urge to jump around when the rock bit came on, you know what I’m on about, so as to not damage the vinyl already.

The last track was a guitar rendition of ‘God Save The Queen’, which was outrageous as it was excessive. Just layers upon layers of guitar, I would forever be impressed by Brian’s skills. Sirius, however, was still moaning over his restricted movement.

“But why can’t we jump? It’s so much more fun that headbanging alone,” Sirius whined like the petulant child that he was. I had to give him at least some credit, he may have an impressive amount of muggle knowledge, but he was still a pureblood and a Black at that. He could be so naïve sometimes.

“Darling you have to understand that it’s a sensitive little thing. If you jump, so will the vinyl, which will scratch it and it will jump at awkward times,” I explained, to which I was met with blank stares as if I was speaking in bloody Welsh. I sighed, perhaps a little more dramatically than necessary but if that doesn’t some up my whole life then I don’t know what does, and tried again, “Like with my Sheer Heart Attack record? Where it jumps during Brighton Rock and Killer Queen?”

“Ohhhh,” understanding washed over his and James’s faces because let’s be honest, if you think Sirius is oblivious then clearly, you’ve never met James.

“Yes, ohhhh,” I repeated, taking the mick out of the stupid buggers. Hey, it’s my birthday, I’m allowed to do whatever I want.

Which reminded me of the party I had planned for later. Well, I say party, it was going to be more of a ball than anything. A birthday ball, if you will. What can I say, I have a flair for the dramatics, sue me.

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Chapter 6!!!

SUMMARY: UA Hero Course - Third Year. Shigaraki Tomura and Dabi have been classmates and rivals since their very first day at UA. But with new feelings developing how will they cope given their history of fragile and often violent encounters? Their dance begins after a partnered training exam goes wrong, leaving Shigaraki wounded and Dabi feeling guilty. AU.

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CHAPTER SIX – CONFRONTATION!

Thirty minutes into first period, it sounded like the bell had gone off prematurely. Only, in addition to the usual shrill sound, emergency lights began to blink and flash out in the hallway.

Ten seconds later, it was still going off.

FIRE ALARM!

Each of the classroom doors slammed open and teachers moved to direct the flow of students pouring into the hallway.

“All right, everyone outside.” Mr. Aizawa instructed with a lazy gesture of his hand, but not one of the students in the hero course seemed interested in getting up or making it out in a hurry. “Now, please.” All the students did eventually gravitate in the right direction, however, to join the entire student body that was gathered en masse on the lawn outside the UA building.

Shigaraki hid under his hoodie, leaning heavily into the first tree he came across to save him from being bumped into and pushed about by the other students milling around. The scene was chaotic to say the least, disorderly, with no one really knowing what was going on. Was it a real fire or just a drill? The gossip had already begun - too much excitement for some people so early in the morning.

“Free period, total win.” Kurogiri stated, taking up a post next to Shigaraki.

“Hopefully the school is actually on fire and we can get the rest of the year off.” Shigaraki added, a yawn quickly followed. Unfortunately, he spoke just as Mr. Aizawa passed by them and he was visibly irritated, none too impressed by the boy’s banter about the school burning down.

“Come see me after class, Mr. Tomura.”

“I was kidding.” Shigaraki grumbled and folded his arms over his chest with a huff. Great. Just what he needed.

Kurogiri snickered.

In front of them, the crowd seemed to part like the red sea, someone was pushing their way through, and from out of the sea came Takami with the new transfer student in tow. Of all the people, how did he manage to find Shigaraki? And why was the better question?

“Oi, fuckhands!” He called out, heading straight for the two boys. “I was looking for you!”

Shigaraki scowled and pushed away from the tree.

“Have you met Kai yet?” He asked introducing the dark-haired boy who looked equally as exhausted by Takami as Shigaraki usually was. The blond never shut up. “You know, you’re going to have some competition now. He’s got some sweet hand...”

Shigaraki didn’t wait for the blond to finish his sentence. He grabbed the front of Takami’s shirt and twisted his fingers in the material. “What did you just call me?” He yanked him in close, snarling.

“Geez, relax!” Takami suggested with an anxious laugh. He knew he was in trouble and struggled, trying to dislodge Shigaraki’s knotted fingers.

“What. Did. You. Just. Call. Me?” Shigaraki repeated.

“Let go of me!”

Shigaraki had heard the nickname, oh did he, loud and clear, but he was baiting the boy to say it again, almost as if it were a dare. But he also wasn’t going to wait around for an answer either, he had no patience where Takami was concerned, and especially with that level of disrespect. It was staggering.

Shigaraki lashed out with his fist, knuckles connecting with the other boy’s face. Takami grunted as his head snapped to the side, and then he was falling backwards, knocked off balance from the force of the punch.

“You broke my fucking nose!” He howled. Long-fingered hands came up to cover his face as long tendrils of blood began to trickle down his cheeks leaving a pattern of sadistic like markings over his face.

Shigaraki stormed over and stamped his right foot down onto the center of Takami’s chest, pressing his weight into the other boy so he couldn’t escape. He leaned over, close to the fallen body, lip curled. “You think that name is funny?”

“What? No!” Takami mumbled through his bloodied hands, “It was just a joke!”

“Jokes are funny.” Shigaraki returned without budging.

“Get off me!”

Someone laughed.

Kurogiri lifted his arm, pointing firmly at Kai, who was the source of the laughter, “You! Don’t move.”

The new kid lifted his hands, palms up in submission before folding them neatly over his chest. Clearly, he had no interest in getting involved but was thoroughly amused by the show, “Not my fight, not my problem.”

“Shigaraki. Careful.” Kurogiri cautioned, turning his head from one side to the next, to see who, if anyone, had noticed the action. He wouldn’t intervene unless there was a chance of more trouble, and usually, wherever Takami was, Dabi and the remainder of their troupe of misfits would be close behind. This could turn real ugly, real quick.

“I’m just going to teach this little bird a lesson in respect.” Shigaraki hissed without taking his eyes off Takami. He ground his rubber-soled sneaker into the other boy, the sounds of his distress fuelling Shigaraki’s malevolence, and admittedly, his excitement.

“HEY! What’s going on?”

Without hesitating, Kurogiri stepped out to act as a shield for Shigaraki while he did whatever he wanted and needed to do to Takami.

“Get out of the way!” Dabi barked in warning.

Shigaraki whipped his head around, lip twitching with a vicious smile. It seemed Takami’s support had finally arrived. Too bad he was out-numbered. “Stay out of it!”

“I can’t do that, Shigaraki. Back off.” Dabi appealed, his mouth a hard line, “I don’t want to fight with you. Come on.”

“Tch,” Shiagaraki sneered. He didn’t want to fight with Dabi either, and that realization really bothered him. A week ago, he wouldn’t have hesitated, neither of them would have. He was becoming soft! Fuck!

Turning back to Takami, Shigaraki reached down to drag the other boy up, gripping his school tie until his shoulders were lifted just off the ground. “Call me that name again and you’ll lose one of your precious wings.” He threatened, letting go, and allowing Takami’s back to hit the ground once more.

“Asshole.” The blond boy muttered.

With a firm push, one that was a lot rougher than it needed to be, Shigaraki removed his foot from Takami’s chest and straightened out to his full height. “Peasant.” He spat at the shaken bird boy who was trembling on the ground and then whipped his head back to Dabi. “Tell your friend to watch his mouth.”

Dabi’s brow furrowed, he was smart enough to keep his trap shut.

“Let’s go.” Shigaraki mumbled to Kurogiri. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and headed directly into the thickest part of the crowd. He wasn’t running, and it wasn’t as if he cared about being caught, or blamed, for the assault, he just couldn’t stand being in the presence of the pseudo-perfect golden hero any longer. He was already tempted to decay one of those wings just for the fun of it.

Briefly, he glanced back over his shoulder, eyeing Dabi before disappearing into the bevy of UA uniforms.

Dabi watched Shigaraki leave, his heart heavy and beating rapidly. He wanted to say… something, anything, but couldn’t find the right words. Not in front of Takami, or Kurogiri. Or the new kid who was idling by, unphased by the sudden conflict. He took a calming breath, just grateful that their brief confrontation didn’t end in a physical fight.

“By the way, good job having my back,” Takami mumbled sarcastically, lifting himself up into a sitting position, “You’re supposed to be my bestfriend and you just let him walk away. What’s got into you?”

“What did you say to him?” Dabi asked, ignoring his moody friend and holding out his hand, offering to help him up.

“What did I…?!? He’s got a short fuse, Dabi. You know that.” Even if wasn’t ready to stand, Takami didn’t want to look more pathetic than he already did so he took the hand and bit back a groan as he was lifted to his feet.

Dabi couldn’t disagree with Takami, he knew very well that it didn’t take much for Shigaraki to snap, but he also knew that Shigaraki wouldn’t attack Takami unprovoked. He wasn’t stupid and there were teachers and other students everywhere around them. He wasn’t a complete dick either, as Takami was implying.

“You said something to him.” Dabi mumbled under his breath, not wanting to aggravate Takami any further.

Then Kai was there. Standing in front of the two boys, smirking like something real funny was going on. “Your friend has a smart mouth, Dabi. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have the balls to back it up.” He snickered.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Dabi said, his head tilting slightly.

“Takami, what was it you called Shigaraki? Hmm.” Kai scrubbed his hand over his chin just below his mask, pretending to have trouble recalling the nickname the blond boy had used, and then he snapped his fingers, like it was a sudden revelation. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Fuckhands.” He said matter-of-factly. “He called him fuckhands.”

“Jesus.” Dabi pressed the heel of his palm to his forehead, shaking his head in astonishment.

“It was just a fucking joke! How’d I know he would overreact like that?” Takami explained, lifting his arm and pressing his shirt sleeve against his bleeding nose to stop the flow of blood, “You know, you could have stepped in to help too.” He said, chewing the new kid out.

The other boy scoffed, “Like I said, it wasn’t my fight. Who was I to stop it?” He retorted, eyes narrowed, going very serious suddenly, “And that jab you took at Shigaraki, I also found it a little offensive to be honest. So, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy watching him mess up that pretty face.” He wiggled his fingers, reminding Takami that he had a similar quirk to the boy he had just insulted.

“Nice job, idiot. Made another enemy today.” Dabi muttered to his friend. “Bravo.”

“Shut up.” Takami returned, trying to turn his head and shoot Dabi a look, but it didn’t come across half as angry as he’d hoped.

“Anyways, it’s been real fun but i’m out… of this.” Kai gave a casual two-fingered salute and then retreated backwards into the crowd of students. He wanted to catch up to Shigaraki before he lost him in the muddle of people. Considering what he had witnessed, he thought they’d get along well, they could be friends, that was if he could actually get Shigaraki to talk to him.

“ALL RIGHT, STUDENTS!” The voice of Present Mic filled the air, “BACK INSIDE!”

“Let’s go. Stragglers will be spending their afternoons with me.” Mr. Aizawa mumbled, ambling slowly beside the students. He stopped when he came to Takami and Dabi, his lazy gaze taking in the picture of 1-A’s class president with a bloody nose and his best friend looking more than a little pissed off.

Neither of the boys said anything.

“Takami. Dabi.” He raised a curious brow, “Either of you care to explain what happened here?”

Takami opened his mouth to speak but Dabi immediately interjected, shoving his friend aside, “Idiot walked into a tree. You know, pretty crowded out here.” Dabi laughed awkwardly, and then grabbed at Takami’s forearm, “I’m going to take him to see the nurse.”

It was pretty obvious that Mr. Aizawa didn’t believe a single word of Dabi’s stumbling explanation, but he also didn’t question them further. He probably didn’t care, as long as no one was currently fighting, “I expect to see you in class next period. Both of you.”

“Yes, sir.” Dabi muttered, dragging Takami forward and along with the flow of students.

“Seriously?” Takami grumbled, “You’re going to cover for that piece of trash?”

“Looks like it.” Dabi affirmed, tossing his friends arm away.

“Dude.” He couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing, “Not cool.”

“Neither is calling someone fuckhands, but you did it. You reap what you sow.”

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Chapter One – Accidental Attraction

Chapter Two – After Care

Chapter Three – Dazed and Confused

Chapter Four – I Like You

Chapter Five - Friends and Enemies

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