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[watzuu-lmk]

Yo!

Au where mk and swk are born twins

[otome0heart]

Hi! ^^ I'm glad to find another Mitsuhide fan! Since you're open to requests, I'd like to ask for some fluff/romance with the prompt "poetry". I don't mind it being in the Sengoku Period or an AU, whatever you prefer. Thank you! ♡ And Happy Birthday!

Hello Anon! (灬ºωº灬) Thanks to you for requesting something! And for your good wishes!

As you asked, here’s some Mitsuhide and poetry. It’s set in a Modern AU (I told you I was dangerous regarding that XDDD). I sincerely hope that you like it *^^*

Title: The Poetry of Love

Characters: Mitsuhide/MC

Words: 3720 (no, I don’t know how to write short stories ^^U)

Notes: There’s actual poetry scattered in the story, three poems, to be precise.

1. Kobayashi Issa, 1763 - 1827

2. Ono no Komachi, 825 - 900

3. Kitahara Hakushu, 1885 - 1942

Also, there’s a modified quote from the film “Sense and Sensibility” (1996) marked with an *

Tagging @han-pan and @otonymous, great Mitsuhide fans, like me ✿

THE POETRY OF LOVE

As part of his every day routine, Akechi Mitsuhide walked along the tall bookcases that filled the little library he worked in, his fingers sometimes brushing the spine of one of his favourite books, his eyes warming when they fell on a title which brought back memories of childhood laughter or sleepless nights under the covers, devouring pages until the hero triumphed at the end, and his heartbeat calmed down as excitement gave way to a satisfactory feeling.

He stepped out of the prose fiction narrative side, crossed the room, passing by his desk, near the main entrance, and entered the poetry section. Despite being a fan of action and historical stories, filled with samurai devoted to their code of honour, what had truly enchanted his heart, and what had made him who he was in the present, was poetry. He had loved learning by heart the little poems his teachers had taught during his lessons in kindergarten and the first years of primary school, and he remembered himself reciting them once and again as he bounced up and down the stairs of his family house, or running around in her grandmother’s traditional garden. Those were about animals and plants, and a smile found its way across his lips as they recited one in a murmur.

Splish, splash (Neko arau)

The cat washes (Zabu zabu kawa ya)      

Spring rain (Haru no ame)

That had been one of the reasons why he had studied Japanese Literature at university and why he had decided to be a librarian. He hoped that somebody else could discover how fun literature could be.

However, when he had arrived at that library, located in a little town in the center of Japan, he had discovered that his work would not probably be as enjoyable as his young self had thought it would be. It was in an old building in need of many repairs, it was disorganised and only old people and young students in need visited it. With great effort, and applying for funds to the different governments, he had renewed the furniture, sorted out the books in sections and started having small events that little by little, had attracted more people, especially children.

He sat down on the floor in an almost hidden corner at the end of the corridor where the oldest books were. It was the place he loved the most in that old building. There, he had found his solace when sometimes his efforts had not been rewarded, especially at the beginning. In those times, after closing, he prepared himself some tea in the back room and brought a cup there, picking up a random book on his way, spending hours in silence until his body started to give in to the tiredness of the day, his soul at peace and ready to face the following day with new strength.

His fingertips brushed the back of the bookcase on his left and he extracted a volume from it. It was bound in the traditional way and, opposite to the rest, it belonged to him. Opening it, he leafed through it, glancing over the numerous notes he had written across the pages until he found an envelope between them. It was a bit discoloured and rumpled after all the times he had taken the letter out and read it, but it was the most treasured thing he possessed in this world. He opened it and his eyes fell on the words that he already knew by heart.

Thinking about you, (Omoi tsutsu)

I slept and saw you (Nu re baya hito no)

In the dream. (Mie zu ram)

If I had known it’d have been dream, (Yume to shiri seba)

I wouldn’t have woken up. (Same zara mashi wo)

He read it a second time and then, put the paper back in the envelope, and this, inside the book, not wanting to risk anybody knowing that he had given his heart a long time ago to someone he was not allowed to love. He had met her a few weeks after he had arrived in the town. She was an almost seventeen-year-old high school student who had arrived there in search of a book for a project and, he could not help a smile as he closed his eyes and leant back his head on the wall, he had never seen someone so lost before. It had been so obvious that it was the first time she had stepped in that place and he had helped her as much as he had been able to in her research. She was the oldest child of the owner of a traditional restaurant he had passed a few times on his way to and back from the library but with so much work ahead of him, he had not had time to go up to that moment. Days later, she had returned with a bento for him, filled with delicacies that he had discovered she had cooked herself, as a token of gratitude, and he had taken a break to enjoy a delicious meal for the first time since he had arrived.

However, contrary to this first impression, during their conversation at lunch she proved to be intelligent, curious and with a deep thirst for knowledge. From then on, they had enjoyed little conversations about literature, animals and many other topics over tea whenever she had free time and there were no people there and sometimes, she had helped him set some of the events.

He had been really surprised when months later, on Valentine’s Day, she had given him some chocolates and a love letter. Her cheeks had been red as roses in full bloom and her shy smile beautiful and enchanting. And it had been at that precise moment that he had realised how deep in love he was with her. However, not even opening the message, and as gently as he could, he had rejected her. She was still a child and there was a whole world of wonders and experiences waiting for her. He would not be the one to steal that from her and taint her innocence. She had just nodded, trying to contain her tears and had told him with a trembling voice to keep the chocolates, since she had made them only for him.

With a heavy heart but being convinced that he had done the correct thing, he had resigned himself to having lost a true friend and a kindred soul. However, he had been extremely surprised when, a few days later, she had visited the library again. Her eyes were slightly red and puffy, and her smile a bit hesitant, but as she had told him, he was very important to her and she wanted to have him in her life even if they could not become something more.

Mitsuhide smiled. She was a truly admirable woman and he was glad that they could continue enjoying each other’s company up to the present.

“I knew I’d find you here.”

Her voice reached his ears and he smiled softly as he opened his eyes and looked at her. Five years had already passed since that fateful Valentine’s Day, and he had seen her graduate, study to be a cook and start working in her parents’ traditional restaurant, which she would run next to her brother when they retired. He still loved her, dearly, deeply. Her smile brought sunshine to the deepest and darkest corners of his soul and every time her pupils shone with excitement or concern, or sadness, he felt those emotions echoing inside him too.

“You always know” he watched her walk to him. “How’s your stay in Tokyo been?”

“Really good. I learnt a lot these three weeks during the cooking course and also, I met very important chefs.”

“I’m glad.”

She sat down opposite him, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous spark.

“How about you? Already feeling depressed for being a year older?”

His smile broadened at her playful teasing and he lifted a brow.

“And who’s the one who prefers the company of this old sulking man?”

She giggled softly.

“Well, it’s not so bad to have birthdays… You get presents, secret pa-”

She interrupted herself, her hand flying to her mouth and Mitsuhide’s eyes opened with slight terror.

“Please, tell me that you didn’t…”

She shook her head, her hand still covering half of her face.

“I know how much you dislike big gatherings. It was Nobunaga’s idea and, even though we tried to persuade him, once he sets his mind on something, it’s impossible to make him change his mind.”

He sighed, nodding absently. He had met the entrepreneur when he had established himself there the year before. It was really strange for an important person to settle down in such a place, so he had been the talk of the town for quite a few weeks. But, as the man had told him later, he needed a change of scene and since he mostly worked from home, it did not matter where he was. They had become acquaintances and then, friends quickly. Since Nobunaga liked to meddle in other people’s affairs, as soon as he had known about the financial troubles the librarian was having, he had invested money, first to make some expensive repairs the old building needed and later, when the funds from the prefecture government he was expecting were denied. Every time, he had said that it was a good investment to pay less taxes, but Mitsuhide knew that, behind that cheeky arrogant character of his laid a generous heart and a true friend.

“But please, look surprised when you arrive at the restaurant tonight. He’ll have my head if he suspects I told you…”

“Don’t worry” he assured her with a small smile. “I’ll be speechless for sure. Who knows what he’s planning…”

She laughed and he marvelled, once again, at the sound, clear like bells ringing.

“And, what are you doing here? It’s really early…”

A barely imperceptible change in her features, something that for others would have passed unnoticed but not for someone who knew her so well as him, sparked his curiosity, but also his concern .

“Nothing, really. I just-” she put her hand in the pocket of the denim jacket she wore. “I just wanted to wish you a happy day and give you your present before anyone else.”

Mitsuhide rolled his eyes with a wry smile.

“Oh, gods, how many more plans do you know about?”

“I lost count” she looked at him with a smug smile but a moment later, she became serious. “You’re a very appreciated man here, Mitsuhide.”

“I just love my job and these old books” his fingers trailed down the side of the bookcase next to him, looking around fondly. “And I’d like everybody to enjoy them and feel the joy they can bring, even just a little.”

“And they love you for it” a soft smile had drawn across her mouth as a lovely blush coloured her face, and his heart skipped a beat.

However, she seemed to caught herself and she turned her head away from him, as if she were afraid of having revealed something, fidgeting for a moment with the things she had taken out of her pocket before putting them on the floor, in front of him.

“Happy birthday” she said putting her hands on her lap and bowing slightly.

A small box and an envelope. Mitsuhide felt his throat dry, remembering a similar day, five years before. She had given him other presents, big wooden boxes which contained tea cups, or rectangular parcels wrapped in colourful papers that hid books that he kept in a special shelf at home, but never again a letter and a small box.

She stood up.

“I’ll have a look at a couple of shelves down the corridor before going home” she hesitated for a moment. “Open them whenever you want and… I’d be grateful if you read it this time, please.”

She disappeared from his sight as she turned around one of the bookcases and his gaze fell on the gifts with a feeling of apprehension. It was as if fate was mocking him and he was condemned to repeat that moment again. He did not want to hurt her.

However, a voice whispered at the back of his mind, she was not a child anymore. She was now a fully grown woman who did not need anyone else to protect her anymore. He did not have to think of what was best for her because she was the one who made the decisions about her own life now.

He realised with a slight startle that his hand was reaching out for the box and he stopped himself. What would he do if it was what he thought? He had spent so much time loving her and at the same time, repressing his feelings that he was afraid of the chance of them being returned with no obstacles between them, of setting free the fire inside him and consume her because deep inside the kind, level-headed librarian, there was a shadow of possessiveness and passion that sometimes, he could barely control.

But also, it could be something else. Maybe it was just an innocent card wishing him Happy Birthday, or some Tokyo-related postcard that she had thought he might like.

Whatever it was, she had asked him to read it and, as her friend and a man true to his word, he would do it. Breathing deeply, he took the box and opened it.

Inside, there was a beautiful leather double-wrap bracelet with a silver bellflower, his favourite, on top. He admired the work for a moment and then, put it on his right wrist. It was perfect, simple, elegant and yet, modern.

Leaving the box aside, he picked up the envelope. It was made of thick blue paper and his name was on the front with small characters, slightly round and carefully written. Inhaling once more, he opened it and took a folded paper of the same colour from inside. Her calligraphy was delicate and clean, and immediately told him how much time she had spent on it.

‘Dear Mitsuhide,

I think I can imagine what you’re experiencing as you start reading this. It seems like we went back five years ago, on a rainy Valentines Day that has never faded from my memories. To tell you the truth, I feel really stupid doing this but I won’t be at peace with myself unless I try one more time. As you said, I was a child then and, such as one, I got impatient and I let my feelings for you overflow. I know I hurt you and that I risked our beautiful bond. After my confession and our conversation, I considered myself really fortunate because you overlooked that mistake and kept on behaving the same, without feeling uncomfortable or trying to put some distance between us. If you felt otherwise, you fooled me completely.

This time, I’m talking as the woman I’ve become. Looking back with the maturity these years gave me, I can say that I truly feel thankful because you rejected me that day. You gave me the best present I’ve ever received: the wings to fly, the space to grow and enjoy that world of wonders and experiences, as you called it, and the precious treasure of your company and friendship.

However, I need to say that my love not only did not fade away but grew stronger and that my heart was, is and always will be yours.* I don’t have any expectations but sometimes, there’s been something in your eyes, in the way you look and smile at me, that never let the tiny hope still left inside of me die.

So now you know, but I’m not going to pressure you for an answer. I can wait. I only ask of you to see me for who I am now and think about it carefully. And in the case that you reject me a second time, I won’t bring up the topic ever again. I don’t want to hurt you or our friendship anymore. I cherish your presence in my life more than anything in the world.

Your faithful friend.’

Mitsuhide swallowed hard, re-reading the last lines again, before scrambling to his feet and starting to look for her among the bookcases. He did not need to think of anything. He already knew the answer. That their feelings had not vanished in five years had to mean that, as foolish as it sounded, the red thread of destiny existed and his tied him to her inevitably. He loved her and for once, he was going to follow his heart and not his logic, to be selfish and grab the bliss that awaited him, to devote himself to her until his last breath and make her happy every single day of their lives.

The library had never seemed so big as that time, desperate as he was when he could not find her. Thinking that she might have already headed home, he turned on his heels to exit the back door to catch her before she reached her house and suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a glimpse of purple, the same colour of the skirt she was wearing.

He stopped in his tracks to drink in the sight of her. She had an open book in her hands, but her absent expression and that her eyes were a bit misty told him that her mind was far away from there, probably the reason why she had not noticed him standing there, a few meters from her.

He took the first step, his fingers gripping tightly the letter still in his hand and suddenly, she lifted her head, clearly shaken, his widened eyes falling on him. All colour drew from her face and her lips parted slightly. silently, he reached and took her into the circle of his arms, burying his face in her hair. She stiffened for a moment just before returning his embrace with as much strength as him, a strangled sob leaving her throat upon hearing his words in her ear, only for her.

A Hyacinth, (Hiyashinsu)

The pale purple colored (Usumurasaki ni)

Flower bloomed. (Saki ni keri)

It was the first day (Hajimete kokoro)

She shook my heart. (Furuisome shi hi)

“Shhh, don’t cry, my darling…” he cooed softly, cradling her head into the curve of his neck. “I’m so sorry for having made you wait for so long… I thought I was the mature one but it’s obvious that it was me who wasn’t ready…”

She shook her head.

“You’re always so warm-hearted to everybody… I believed I was mistaking your kindness for something else when I tried to read your feelings…” she took a ragged breath. “I was so afraid, I thought you’d be so disappointed with me after leaving the matter behind five years ago…”

“I was happy just seeing you smile… I was ready to give you up and support you when you chose a good man, since I refused to have any hopes after that day… You were so young, I thought that you’d forget about your affection as time passed by…” he made a pause, tightening his hold on her, enjoying her warmth. “And now, finally…”

She nodded and laughed, and he felt like he was soaring the sky.

“Don’t tell me I’ll have to cancel the party tonight.”

Both were startled by the brisk comment which came from the hall where the front desk was. There, a man wearing jeans, a grey shirt and a red jacket was looking at them with a slightly annoyed expression, though his pupils sparked with clear amusement. The couple let go of each other blushing profusely in clear embarrassment at having been caught.

“Now, don’t be such prudes” he said putting his hand in his waist. “I thought you were an item when I arrived here and met you both. It was so obvious to everybody except you two” he glanced at Mitsuhide. “I was tempted to give you a push, a big one, but I decided not to do your own damn job. Took you long enough.”

The librarian looked at him a bit confused for a moment, but them smiled.

“Thank you.”

Nobunaga seemed a bit uncomfortable for a moment.

“Well, since you’re busy and I have a meeting in an hour, let’s drop the matter of the new computers for another day. I’ll see you two tonight. Don’t be late or I’ll give you a truly unpleasant surprise you’ll never forget.”

They nodded, knowing very well that he would surely do it if they dared to disobey him. Nobunaga turned around and took a step, but then, he stopped, looked over his shoulder and smiled softly, something that they had rarely seen.

“Happy birthday, Mitsuhide. You deserve it.”

And then, he walked to the door with quick steps.

They smiled at each other, amused expressions on their faces.

“He’s like a whirlwind…”

“Yes” he agreed with a fond expression on his face.

Looking into her eyes, and forgetting about their interruption at once, he lifted his hand and caressed her face tenderly, brushing away any traces left of her tears. She bit her lip and half closed her eyes.

“Sorry I stained your shirt…”

“Don’t worry about that” his fingers stilled, cupping her cheek, and he searched her eyes for the slightest spark of doubt.

At that moment, a dull sound reached their ears and, though it was probably a book which had fallen from its upright position, he did not want to risk being caught again. He took her hand and brought her behind the bookcases. Taking her again in his arms, he leaned forward slowly, brushing his lips across her forehead, her temple and her cheek. Her lids fluttered closed immediately and, after making sure they were away from possible inopportune visits and prying eyes, he closed the distance between them. He did not want any witnesses of their first kiss.

THE END

[mystech-master]

So u know how a while ago I said I’d post a WIP I had, involving a Blazblue AU where Ragna lives, no one (expect Terumi) dies, and it’s just Ragna chilling with people?

Here it is:

I haven’t touched it in months and it may be flawed, but hey.

Behold

Happily Ever After AU Oneshots: Kokonoe

You'd think that after defeating Terumi, stopping the apocalypse, and ending the time loops which had been ruining the world, the man known as Ragna the Bloodedge would be able to kick back and relax a bit.

               "YOU LITTLE BITCH!"

               That is a complete and total lie.

               At the moment, the Grim Reaper is sitting on a large red couch in Kokonoe's own private quarters, mostly used for her own recreational use during her breaks and off days, clutching a game controller and furiously button mashing with the most pissed off expression he'd had in months. Teeth clenched and eyes glaring at the screen in front of him, trying his hardest, and failing, to not suck at the fighting game Kokonoe invited him over to play.

               Speaking of the pink haired cat girl, she was also there, sitting on the other end of the couch with her feet propped up on a coffee table in-between the couch and TV, and the smuggest expression on her face as she expertly executed combo after combo on her guest. "S'matter Raggy, finished already?" she said with every bit of snark she could muster as she took a side glance to him.

               "Shut the hell up Kokonoe, you're gonna  get what's coming." the reaper growled through clenched teeth, as he furiously hammered away at the controller. “I’m feeling good about this one.” he sighed, partially calming down, or at the very least attempting to.

“You said that 10 rounds ago.” she said as she nonchalantly continued her reign against her guest.

“Rrrrrrr, quiet! I got it this time!” he yelled. At this moment, he had gone through almost the entire roster of playable characters and Kokonoe had kicked his ass every time. The reaper’s temper had skyrocketed various times that day, resulting in quite a few controllers being snapped in half. Luckily the scientist of Sector Seven had plenty of extra controllers, having predicted “Ragna being a total sore loser”. “You’d think that after fighting a world controlling organization, the Mad Dog, and even GODS I’d be able to not suck at a stupid game.” he sighed, trying to calm his nerves as to have a better chance at beating her.

Kokonoe simply shrugged her shoulders, “Hey, if it makes ya feel any better, I just have a crap load more experience with this game. You on the other hand, are just a noob.” she said as she continued her endless combo chain against him.

Ragna responds to Kokonoe’s strategy with the same technique that had worked so well the last time: button mashing and trying to find that ONE combo that’ll knock her down a peg. “Come on, come on, COME ON!” he starts screaming at the screen. “Can you just NOT SUCK for once!”

“You yelling at the game or yourself?” Kokonoe chuckled “aaaaand, get rekt Bloodedge.” she said as she executed her final attack, demolishing Ragna yet another time.

“Player 1 PERFECT, Player 2 YOU SUCK!”

And what wasn’t helping was Kokonoe had edited the game’s software to add even more insult to injury to the Grim Reaper. Knowing that he would lose to her various times.

The professor simply raised her arms behind her head “Well Ragna I believe that is about 35 to nothing. Still wanna give it a go?” she replied, taking an almost sadistic pleasure in seeing him rage. ‘I’m starting to see why Rachel likes this so much’ she thought to herself.

Ragna turned to his “gracious” host and glared. “I swear, you’ve gotta be cheating or something.” he growled.

“Nope, just skill” she reached over to grab some chips she had on a side table next to the couch. “Ya know, you could always try Stylish Mode, you can button mash away and get some good combos. Who knows, maybe you'll get lucky” she mentioned to her guest as she munched on a handful of

Ragna selected rematch once more “I don't need luck, and I don't need handouts. I’ll kick your ass fair and square.” The reaper declared.

Kokonoe smirked “Choosing to learn the hard way, eh?” She taunted “Too bad.”

Ragna smirked “Oh just you wait, I’ll wipe that smirk off your face.” he selected his character, as does the host.

“READY……...FIGHT!”

As soon as the match began it seemed to play out like all the others: with The Grim Reaper button mashing like there’s no tomorrow, while the half-beastkin scientist expertly maneuvered her character with far more expertise.

Ragna’s rage has starting to seep through as his face continued to develop an increasing shade of red. He continued to mash away hoping that he could just get in that ONE move that’ll knock Kokonoe out of her increasing combo chain. He’d give anything just to even get a single hit in and knock that smug cat-like expression (A/N: you know, the sideways 3 face) off of her face.

And then, against all odds, one good combo was finally made. Kokonoe’s health bar dropped, not by much, but it was still something.

Ragna’s eyes widened at the sudden success, ‘YES! IN YOUR FACE PINKY! YOU’RE GOING..’ before the Grim Reaper could finish this thought, his host executed her instant kill move just to smack him right back down.

“Player 1 PERFECT , Player 2 YOU SUCK!”

Ragna’s eye twitched and gritted his teeth, meanwhile clutching his controller with enough force to almost crack it. Kokonoe laughed with mischievous glee, enough that she’d almost make Terumi seem nice.

“What is it they always say? Not counting something before they hatch.” she grinned at her guest as she set her controller down in her lap and put her hands behind her head as she leaned back on the couch.

*CRACK*

Echoing through the room, came the sound of Ragna snapping another controller in half. Now holding both halves of the controller while grumbling under his breath. “Stupidcatbitch, thinksshe’ssocoolbecauseshecanpressbuttons. Itisn’tTHATmuchofaskill.”

Kokonoe took her feet off the table, placed her controller to the side, and stood up, “You seriously need to learn to be a more graceful loser.” she sighed. She walked over to a drawer on a nearby desk and opened it, revealing a large collection of controllers, all the exact same design as the same one that Ragna had just busted.

Ragna dropped both halves of the controller on the floor and leaned back on the couch. “Sorry.” he grumbled, still mad at his many, many loses “But seriously, do you really have to be so full of yourself when you do this?”

Kokonoe walked over to the game system and connected the new controller. “It’s just a video game Ragna. You know, for fun. It’s not like it’s some big life skill you need.”

“Yeah well then why do you act like you just conquered the world after each round?” he glared at the scientist.

“Just because it isn’t necessary doesn’t mean it isn’t fun.”

“I guess I don’t have much of an argument for that” the red and black clad Reaper sighed, “Can we take a break, my fingers are getting tired.”

Kokonoe placed her hands on her hips, “You do know that’s mostly your fault for all that mashing”

“Shut it.”

Kokonoe simply chuckled at his mellowed out rage and walked over to her end table. She grabbed the bag of chips that she had been snacking on and placed it on the couch between her and her guest. The scientist then plopped right down on the other side of the bag, grabbing the remote to mute the TV so the game’s background music wouldn’t bother them during their intermission.

“Well the good thing about your hand hurting is that both your arms are still in working order.” she said to the Reaper as she grabbed some chips. “They both doing’ ya good?”

Ragna chuckled a bit “Yeah, they do their jobs.” He responded, grabbing a few himself

After the Ragna reset the world for the final time and sent the Master Unit back into the Boundary, all that was left was to remove his Azure Grimoire to ensure that he would never become the Black Beast and destroy all that he had just fought so hard to save. With the help of Tsubaki, the current wilder of the Nox Nyctores Okami, of all people, the cursed Grimoire which had been his greatest weapon and his greatest bane had finally been separated. Of course Kokonoe immediately managed to fit him with another artificial arm to match the left one he lost (A/N: Confused? I’ll explain later).

“Good, because I’m getting sick of having to make arms for you.” she nudged him with her elbow, before munching on the chips she had grabbed. “But seriously, what is it with you and losing limbs? I mean what’s next, are you going to lose a leg?” she said with her mouth full of chips.

“Heh, you tell me. I never asked for that much rotten luck.” he replied. “Anyways, what about you? I heard you and that doctor lady have patched up.”

“Yeah, we’ve been keeping in touch” she sighed. “After this whole mess was over, we decided to try and work things out. She’s asking me to help out with the situation with the Kaka Clan actually.”

This peaked Ragna’s interest. “Oh really? You having any luck?”

“Not really, Whatever dumbass made the Kakas back during the Dark War was clearly not thinking when he went into this.” Kokonoe sneered “Their genes are so messed up it isn’t even funny.”

Ragna simply shrugged “Don’t worry about it, you’re literally the smartest person on the planet. I don’t see how you can’t do it.”

Kokonoe looked at her guest in mild surprise. “I’m sorry, did you just compliment someone?” She faked shock.

Ragna simply sighed in exasperation. “Can it! I’ve been trying to be nicer ever since I got my life back.”

(END, that’s all I got up to so far)

Lemme know what you guys think so far

[dragonfairy1231]

Reversed Quartet

This was partially made for and very much so inspired by queenofhearts7378. Please check them out, they and thier Secret Quartet side blog are amazing!

Chapter 1. Heroines in New York?

“Ugh!” A teenage girl with bright violet eyes, pitch black hair and a fair complexion groaned into her phone, on which was a three way call to her best friends.

“It-It’s not that bad Sam.” Danny Fenton, son of local town (formerly thought to be mad) scientists and known as the boy with his head in the stars around the small town, tried to placate his irate friend.

“Not that bad?!” The girl shot back, springing back up from the bed she’d just laid down on.

“Danny, I’ll be going to New-freaking-York. Just so that my mother can go see the newest fashions revealed. And I’ll be gone for a week! What if something major happens?” She frantically questioned him. Should someone have been listening in, they may have thought she was referring to the Ghost Attacks the small town of Amity Park suffered from nigh daily. However, you would have then been very confused, considering any ordinarily rational person would want to be as far away from those attacks as possible. Yet, Samantha Manson, who’d tell you yes, is usually quite rational, wasn’t a particularly ordinary person. This is thanks to an accident involving the Fenton’s portal into the Ghost Realm a little less than a year ago; the purple eyed girl was, quite literally, only half alive.

Or, more accurately, a Halfa. Half ghost, half human. Her ghostly self was known as Sam Wraith*, Amity’s own superheroine against the other ghosts that came through the Fenton’s portal in order to start and stir up trouble. Sam has made it her job to make sure Amity Park was safe from the more ill-intended ghosts, while calming and even befriending those who were merely sprites born of being wronged in their own life or afterlife.

Thanks to her mother’s plans of going to New York, and dragging her husband and daughter with her though, Sam would not be able to do her job for an entire week, more than long enough for the town to be destroyed. The other voice on the phone call snapped Sam from her thoughts with a scoff.

“Well geez, thanks for the faith, Sam.” Tucker Foley shot back, the Techno Goth of the Trio, who knew how to solve most of the team’s problems either by technology or the dark mythology he so enjoyed. Sam rolled her eyes as she let out a puff of exasperation.

“It’s not like I don’t trust you guys, I just don’t trust karma, fate, chance and all those other universal forces to not send the biggest baddie here the minute after I’m out of state.” She refuted. She heard Danny giggle softly over the phone and resisted the urge to clutch at her heart at the sound, despite neither boy nor anyone else being able to see her. ‘Stupid crush!’ She cursed as Danny began to speak up again.

“Sam, we can deal with a little bit of trouble. If it gets that bad than we have Jazz, Marth*, my parents and even Valerie helping out. The town will survive, promise. Besides, even superheroines deserve a week off every once in a while. And yeah, I know that a fashion week isn’t really your scene, but it’s New York. There has to be plenty of things to do. Not to mention all the different cultures.” Sam bit back a groan and gritted her teeth. He was tempting and daring her now.    

Yet, Danny has always been able to do that, he knew just what to say, always. Whether her and Tucker were fighting about Veggies VS Meat, or she was riled up because of Skulker’s bragging of his ‘accomplishments’ in hunting down others. It was probably bad he had so much power with just a few words, but he never abused it against anyone. That was just part of who he was. As always, Sam let out a sigh.

“Yeah… okay…” Sam relented, “but only because Marth is around.” Danny and Tucker laughed.

“Of course.” She could hear Tucker’s smirk over the phone and solidly decided she’d pinch his ear next time she saw her goth friend.

“Well, I’ve got the last bit of Lancer’s essay to power through, so I need to let you lovebirds go.” Tucker told them.

“WE’RE NOT LOVEBIRDS!” Came the automatic angry yell from Sam and the embarrassed one from Danny. Tucker just laughed as he hung up as he said goodnight, leaving his two friends alone on the line.

“I have to go too,  Jazz and I need to make sure all the ghost gear is turned off so none of it finds Marth in the night or morning.” Danny told her, the shyness he never quite could be rid of evident in his voice, and Sam smiled.

“Okay, night Danny. And, thanks again.” She told him.

“You all are always welcome here Sam, goodnight.” Danny responded as he hung up. Sam sighed again as she stared at her ceiling. She shook her head as she got changed into her PJs and headed off to sleep.

‘Who knows. Maybe a week off could do me some good.’ Sam thought before the halfa drifted off to sleep.

*I choose Wraith to be Sam’s transformed last name because of the switched from M to W is easier to correlate and similar to the F to P of Fenton to Phantom.

*Marth is this AU’s version of Danielle (Trust me, I’m sobbing that’s she’s gone too). His full name is Samarth Manson/Wraith, but he prefers going by Marth to make himself feel more different from his ‘original.’ And, unlike Danielle who could definitely be just Danny’s clone and a girl because of XY genes for male and XX genes for female, Marth got his Y gene from Danny, which is why he stays at Danny’s house instead of with Sam when visiting Amity. That and the fact that he’d have two people looking out for him and if he is sighted or his signature found it can be more easily played off by being in a ghost hot spot. And, yes, Vlad is around in this AU, and his goals still include the death of Jack and Maddie for his wife, as well as Danny as his son because of the boy’s intelligence and skills with ghost weapons. He wants Sam as his protege, the one to which he will teach all of his skills to. However, Danny and Sam both vehemently refused. So it’s actually a bit ambiguous if Marth got Danny’s DNA in him on purpose or accident.

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“Marinette! Are you ready?” Sabine Cheng called out to her daughter, her and her husband’s suitcases besides her.

“Almost, Maman!” Her daughter called back. Said girl already had her suitcase packed, and was now looking for her portable charger that she knew was somewhere for the plane ride.

“Ugh! Plagg, could you please help me?” The blue eyed girl begged the small black kwami that floated above her desk, currently eating his apple and camembert cake.

“I could, but… I could also keep eating this.” The black cat countered,cackling as he took another bite of his cheesy cake. Marinette sighed and shook her head, but couldn’t keep the smile off her face. As troublesome as her kwami could be, she couldn’t help but love the mischievous cat-like being.

You see, most people would peg Marinette as a normal girl, with a normal life. Marinette herself would be the first to say as much. But, she had a secret. She was one of Paris’ two main heroes, Chat Noir! With her Kwami Plagg’s help, she was able to transform into the superheroine with the power of destruction at her fingertips with only a word needed to give the command. Her partner, the ever handsome Ladybug, and her had saved the city more times than one could count on both hands from Hawkmoth and his Akumatized victims.

Right now, however, Marinette was going to visit her mother’s cousins along with her parents, the Longs. The Longs lived all the way in New York City, New York, America. Which brought Marinette to her current problem. The aspiring fashion designer could’ve sworn she placed her portable charger on her desk just last night, but it was now misplaced. Which seemed just her luck.

Speaking of… her phone began to ring, and a quick check revealed it to be one of her best friends, Adrien Agreste. Adrien was usually extraordinarily busy, being a model for his father’s fashion line, taking fencing, piano and Chinese lessons, on top of school and basketball. However, all of this had not stopped the green eyed blonde and the clumsy dark haired girl from becoming equally extraordinarily fast friends, almost to the same level as her and her nearly life long friend Alya Césaire. Marinette put the phone to her ear and smiled as she continued to search for her charger.

“Hey Adrien!” She answered happily.

“Morning, Bluebell!” He responded, calling her the same nickname he’d had for her since the sweet valentine he’d shyly given her. “How’re you doing today?” The blonde asked her. Marinette gave a half-hearted groan as she began to check the floor by her closest.

“Well, we need to leave in half an hour, I still haven’t eaten breakfast and the infamous Marinette luck has struck again, this time against my charger.” She jokingly complained. Adrien laughed and Mari had to smile at the noise, he didn’t laugh enough. And honestly, no one could deny the sound was practically sunshine. ‘Just like a certain spot of pure sunshine.’ She thought dreamily before shaking out of her fantasies and back into the present.

“Where have you checked so far?” Adrien asked her. Marinette hummed as she thought.

“Computer desk, where I thought I left it, floor around said desk, corners, fashion desk and floor around there, and now closet.” She listed.

“How about under your bed?” He suggested. Marinette blinked and shrugged.

“Okay, but I don’t see how it’d end u-what the heck?!” She exclaimed as she put her hand under her bed and almost immediately found her charger. Adrien laughed again and Marinette shook her head.

“Adrien Agreste, the everworking lucky charm.” She giggled.

“Aww, you flatter me Bluebell.” Adrien flirted back jokingly.

“So, what were you up to beforehand?” Marinette wondered as she placed the charger (after checking to make sure it was charged) into her travel bag, along with her drawing pad.

“Three guesses.” He responded dryly.

“Model shoot?”

“And she gets it in one!” Marinette laughed at her friend’s dramatic announcer voice.

“Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the shoots, but sometimes I wish I could just sleep in for a little bit. Once I’m up, I’m up until night.” He told her.

“Yeah, I’ve seen and marveled at that.” Marinette replied.

“Marinette? You ready to go?” Sabine’s voice called again.

“Oui maman!” Marinette called down as she grabbed her suitcase and bag.

“You’re going to visit your cousins, right?” Adrien questioned.

“Yep. Oh, hold on a second, Alya is calling. I’ll just make a four way call between us and our favorite couple.” She giggled as Adrien chuckled. Marinette saw it was now time for her family to leave, lest they be late to the airport. As the phone was still ringing Marinette spoke to her Kwami.

“Come on Plagg! We’re going to be late!” The black cat sighed before zipping to Marinette’s inner jacket pocket that she made for him, making a pleasantly surprised purr at finding it newly lined, and with some of the decorative yarn hanging from the edges. Marinette giggled at the vibrations against her heart, and began to make her way down the stairs as Adrien and Alya answered again, Nino joining the call a few seconds later.

“Hey girl! Hey Nino, Adrien!” Alya’s voice called out.

“Sup Alya, dude and dudette!” Nino greeted.

“Hi you guys.” Adrien responded.

“Morning Alya, Nino. And I was already talking to you, Agreste.” The four laughed, calling each other by last names had long since been a running joke. “My parents and I are  about to be heading out to catch our flight.” Marinette told them.

“Well, you seem to be going to New York at a wonderful time for you, Mari.” Marinette could practically hear her friend’s smirk over the phone.

“And why is that?” She questioned her friend suspiciously.

“Yeah, I’m confused too.” Nino told his girlfriend.

“Oh! I remember now. My dad had gotten an invite but he turned it down in order to prepare for Paris’ next month.” Adrien added. Marinette raised an eyebrow and waved at her parents, accepting a cream cheese and berry danish from her father with a smile and mouthed “thank you.”

“Well don’t keep us in the dark, dude! Spill!” Nino implored. Marinette hummed her agreement with her friend through her mouthful of danish. Adrien and Alya laughed and Adrien said Alya could tell.

“You’ll be arriving at the same time New York’s fashion week starts girl!” Alya told her. Marinette was very glad she had just finished swallowing because her mouth had flew open and, if not for her willpower to avoid awakening her napping Kwami, she would’ve bounced in place.

“You’re kidding?!” Marinette nearly squealed, using her napkin to set her danish down. Her parents gave her questioning looks and she mouthed “NY Fashion Week!” with a large grin. Sabine gave a start and a giggle as she checked her phone, seeing that her cousin Susan had just texted a certain question. Tom gave his own deep laugh as he rubbed his enthusiastic daughter’s head.

“I can’t believe I’m actually going to be in New York during it’s fashion week! Maman, Papa, I know we’re going to see family but can we please, please pretty please just take a little peak?” Marinette begged her parents. Sabine giggled as she showed her daughter her phone, which showed her Aunt Susan asking

Susan: Hey Sabine, your daughter wants to be a fashion designer, right? Would she be interested in helping me out with some catering things for NY’s fashion week? It comes with free tickets.

Marinette couldn’t control it now, and did bounce in place, rushing to give her mother a hug and rambling to explain to her friends. It seemed as though her trip to America wouldn’t be able to get any better!

*  Okay so… Adrien likes Marinette as way more than “just a friend” (I’m calling you out Agreste!!!), and I put this in through the nickname of Bluebell, the same way canon Chat calls canon Ladybug My Lady. AU Ladybug (Since male Ladybugs are still called Ladybugs, and with his general reaction to the stereotypically feminine things, I feel like Adrien wouldn’t really mind being called Ladybug. Plus it still allows for a lot of puns.) will playfully call AU Chat Purrincess (because this is still Adrien being a superhero. Just because he’s not Chat Noir doesn’t mean he won’t crack puns every five seconds.) and Chaton, but he likes his partner in a one hundred percent ‘platonic’ way. Or, at least as platonically as Canon!Mari likes Canon!Chat. This Marinette, on the other hand, likes her hero partner a lot, even if he does crack silly puns all the time at her expense as well as his own. And she’s completely oblivious to Adrien’s feelings for her, and will always deny Alya’s claims that the blonde does like her romantically despite his flirting that she always takes as joking. So… the Love Square. It’s still here. Yay! And! Mari likes to pamper her Kwami when he behaves himself. Plagg is anything but complaining when he finds all the little surprises Mari will leave for him, such as small balls of yarn, small knitted blanket piles, camembert treats and cubes, and little softly lined pocket in her purse and jacket so that he can be close by but take all the catnaps he wants.

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Theresa Fowler groaned as she popped her back. The flight from her hometown of Norrisville, Oklahoma to New York City, New York, was a tiring one.

“You alright, kiddo?” Her dad questioned her. Theresa smiled back.

“I’m okay dad. My back just hurts from those chairs. They were totally wonk.” She told him. He chuckled and shook his head.

“I will never get your generation’s slang, ‘resa.” He told her. Theresa just grinned back as she blew violet and indigo strands out of her eyes.

“Alright, your mom should be picking us up soon. Why don’t you use the ladies’ room while I call her and get us some food to go. I’ll send you a picture of the menu. After that, we can go to baggage.” He told her.

“Alright, thanks daddy. See you in a bit.” Theresa then jogged off to find the bathroom, the red glow coming from her bag brightening, causing Theresa to almost curse. Grabbing her cell, she put it up to her ear as she talked to the centuries old book.

“Okay, yes I know, just another minute. I’m trying to find the bathroom Nomi, would you calm down?” She told it. The glow died down and she rolled her eyes.

‘So dramatic!’ She thought. Finally, she found the bathroom. And by some miracle, a stall was empty.  After putting a paper down so she could sit (do you know how dirty airport bathrooms are???)

“Okay, what’ve you got for me Nomicon?” She questioned as she shloomped into Nomicom’s lesson world.

Shadowy figures filled her view. One was very familiar, being herself. Well, herself in costume, at least. The Norrisville Ninja’s figure was with two other feminine ones, and one that was a frickin DRAGON, so that was cool. One of the female figures didn't have legs, rather a wispy sort of tail. The other was just a cat girl as far as Theresa could tell. A catgirl with a staff, but still, catgirl. The neon words then filled her view, as the four figure faced off against another figure, this one with a much meaner aura.

“Four heroes, with Power from times ancient, shall face a darkness reawakened. A bond between the Shadow Walker, Fire Breather, Nature Specter, and Sable Destroyer alone can withstand the restless Myth.” Theresa read. She blinked furiously as she looked at the five figures, trying to make out the Nomicon’s strange prophecy.

“Nomi, wha-” She felt herself starting to be tossed out and bit back a curse.

“Oh come on! At least explain it better than that! Nomi!” She yelled before being thrown back into the real world.

Theresa sighed, disgruntled. Sure, she loved being a heroine and all, but why did prophecies have to be so convoluted?

*Yep. Rather than Randy, the Messenger choose Theresa in this AU. I’m not actually sure if the Ninja has ever been female, as the only past ones we see were male, but it has now happened.

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Rose sighed as she stared at her ceiling. This Saturday was so far kind of boring. Sun said that there didn’t seem to be any trouble so far, and that Rose should take today to catch up on her homework. Her sister had even agreed, saying she could take care of any problem that came up in the community. Rose was grateful for that, but it was seven o’clock when that happened (curse her internal alarm!), and it was now two p.m.. Safe to say, Rose Penson was very bored. Trixie was visiting a hospital that was allowing high schoolers a chance to see how some surgical procedures were done, and Spud was… well he hadn’t picked up his phone so she assumed he was busy. Which only left…

“Hey Rose.” A very familiar voice greeted softly from her window. Rose’s face lit up as she saw her boyfriend sitting on her open window sill.

“Jake!” She grinned, bouncing off her bed to hug the green haired boy. Jake chuckled as Rose pulled him into her room, as Jake would often come in this way. After all, if anyone from the Huntsclan saw him just walk through the door, Rose and Raquel’s  parents and identities would be in quite a bit of danger.

“Sorry I haven’t been able to come in a while.�� Jake grinned sheepishly. Rose shook her head as she pecked him on the cheek.

“It’s fine, I understand. I’m just glad you were able to come over. I was kinda bored.” The blonde giggled.

“Aww, my dragoness was left all by herself? How cruel.” Jake teased. Rose laughed again.

“Dork.” She told him. Jake dramatically put a hand over his heart.

“Oh! How the lady wounds me!” He whisper-exclaimed as he fell onto his girlfriend’s bed. Rose couldn’t help laughing again, and Jake mentally clapped himself on the back. He knew it was cheesy, but man, did he love that sound. Rose sat down next to him, and ran her hands through his surprising soft hair.

“No gel? I thought your hair looked a bit deflated.” She whispered. Jake took her other hand and kissed the back of it.

“Just finished attempting to train 88 and 89 again. It was either hair gel, or you. I think I made the right choice.” Rose hummed, unable to keep her own smile off her face.

“I think so too…” she kissed the top of Jake’s forehead, and the couple just smiled at each other. Both inwardly sighed, content to just relax with the other close by. Jake and Rose may have had more rough patches than most couples, because of what they were. The fire that rested in Rose’s lungs, and the magic in her veins, being the first of her kind to be born with such in America, her role was clear. Being the American Dragon was her fate.

The mark that the swirled around Jake’s hand, visible only when he didn’t gloves or hide it with powder, pronounced that he was to be a slayer of dragons. To kill even the one he knew he loved. Even though Jake had refused, sometimes, he wondered just what Fate and Destiny had in store for them. He just hoped they would be on their side.

It was moments like this, that he remembered why he wanted that so badly. To go against everything he was taught and raised to believe. When he could see the flaxen haired, blue eyed beauty above him. Even when she had turned into a dragon, with sky colored eyes and slit pupils, with glinting scales and hair spun of gold, he couldn’t help but to be awed by her. Likewise, Rose adored him, this was her hunter. With hair dyed green by gel, and eyes so dark a brown they looked like two black holes that would just suck her in. She didn’t care that she was taller than him, it just made it easier to tease him and kiss his forehead and cheeks.  They were each other’s first love, after all. And with how much they had been through, they believed that, just maybe, they were in love.

The sound of a phone ringing cut off their moment, and Jake groaned when he saw the number.

“Hello?” He questioned as he picked it up, gesturing for Rose to keep quiet.

“Yes. … No. … Yes sir. … I’ll be there shortly.” He said emotionlessly, hanging up his cell. Rose looked at her boyfriend, who had assumed a rigid upright position since he answered the phone. She watched him deflate and she put her hand gently on his shoulder.

“Do you have to go?” She asked him. He gave a half smile half frown.

“Sorry lovely, but we can’t have them getting suspicious. I much prefer your head where it is to be frank.” He stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead. She walked him to the still open window, and as he climbed out, she grabbed the front of his shirt, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Come back soon, Hunter Boy.” He grinned.

“As you wish, Dragon Girl.” And he was off. Rose sighed before shaking her head. Geez, sometimes she really did feel like a silly, love struck teenager. Of course, at least her boyfriend was no better. She walked over to her laptop and pulled up a site of what was going on this week.

“Huh. There’s a fair in downtown Manhattan? Sounds interesting enough.” The blonde shrugged. A knock on her door, which Rose answered with a “come in!”

“Hey Rosie, do you have any plans for today?” Her mother poked her head into her elder daughter’s room. Rose has just closed her laptop and was heading to her closet to pick out a hoodie to ward off the spring chill, even if her inner fire usually worked plenty enough to provide her with enough heat.

“There’s a fair going on in Downtown Manhattan. Figured I’d let ‘quel, Trix and Spud know than start heading down there myself.” Rose told her. Amaryllis Penson hummed.

“Well, tomorrow is the beginning of New York’s fashion week. I know you’re not super into the latest fashions, but I figured some mother-daughter bonding wouldn’t hurt.” The elder blonde offered. Rose narrowed her eyes, a small smile playing on her face.

“Raquel said no already, didn’t she?” She folded her arms as her mother groaned.

“Really sweetie? Just have to call me out like that?” Rose laughed as she nodded.

“Yeah mom, I don’t have any plans for tomorrow anyway. It sounds fun.” Rose told her. Amaryllis grinned as she hugged her elder daughter.

“Oh, here. For the fair. You know they’re really expensive, and working at Mr.Long’s* shop only gets you so much.” Amaryllis said as she pressed five twenties in her daughter’s hand.

“That’s for your sister too by the way.” She told Rose. After putting the money in her wallet, and her wallet in her handbag, she gave her mother a quick “thanks” and a hug before rushing down the stairs with her helmet and grabbing her skateboard.

“Later mom!” She called.

So far, today seemed like it’d be a pretty good day.

*so the Longs (and by extension, the Changs) still have Dragon Blood, but they haven’t had the actual transformation in many generations. Lao Shi decided that unless his grandchildren were dragons, the secret wouldn’t be passed on, hence why he still knows of the magical world and has Fu Dog, but isn’t the Chinese Dragon. He just accidentally found out Rose is the American Dragon, and offered her a cover job. She does help out in the store and work there, and Jake has been over a few times and met the man. Lao Shi thinks that his employee’s boyfriend looks an awful lot like what his grandson could’ve, but doesn’t act on any suspicions incase they’re wrong, and he would only cause more harm to his daughter.

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BTS REACTION: You inviting them into your apartment

Warning: fluff, angst, iniciation of smut but no smut

A/N: I wrote this quite fast and I had a writers block. So keep that in mind. 😊😅 I hope you love this, Lulu.❤️ PS. Requests are still open. Hop on.

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Seokjin 

He’d be surprised. Eyes enlarged. Not knowing what to think. Did she invited me, right now, for.. ???

Me realizing what he must be thinking, “It’s just for a drink, Jin. Nothing else.”

He is now red as a pepper, “I know.”, he says nodding.

“Of course you knew.” I say laughing.

“I didn’t think it was ramen with you, you know.” 

 “Well now that you talk about it I really wan’t some ramen.” His whole body tensing as you say those words. 

“Will you make some for me, Jinnie?”  He realized you were teasing.

 “Of course I will, but you need to help cooking .”  

 “Okay.” 

Namjoon

He would pretend he didn’t hear you. Panicking in his head already. You know his dirty mind will go 200km/SECOND right now. So you repeat it, “Wanna go inside? Or are you gonna stand there?”

He is still playing innocent, “Me? Yeah, sure. Do you have some ramen, I am hungry.” He says with a sly smile.

“Don’t be perverted. It’s just coffee, Namjoon, and only because it’s cold outside, and I am freezing to walk anymore.”

“I was kidding..” He says with puppy face.

“So you’re not hungry?”

“Oh not kidding about that, I am hungry actually.”

“Great, I am too.”

“I’ll help you cook.”

“No, I am not making Jin’s mistakes. You just set up the table.”

“Okay. Fair enough.”

Yoongi

“Yea, why not.” He said straight away.

You got inside you’re apartment. “So do you want coffee or tea?” You said filling the kettle with some water. “I’m thinking about some tea right now.”

“Y-you were serious about coffee?”

“Yea, what did you think.. oooouuuuh.. You didn’t think maybe?” Your mouth forming an “O”.

“No..” his face and gaze turned at another direction, embarrassed.

You laugh it off. “You expected something else, oh god”, you said holding your stomach.

Kettle was done boiling the water, you turned around, preparing the tea for yourself, shouting “So what do you want? Tea or coffee?” You feel his hands on your hips.

“Whatever. ” His head on your shoulder, back hugging you.

Hoseok

“You know, I think that’s not a good idea.. I mean we’re just friends and I would not like to lose you as a friend.. I am really having a good time with you just like this.. “ He went on and on, making you more and more uncomfortable by any second that passes. 

Your face redden as he speaks. You throw your hands in front of him, head down out of embarrassment, waving him NO. “No, no, no, no, Hoseok, I thought just for drinks. If you’re cold, thirsty or something. Goshhh.” 

He put his hand on his mouth, realizing what he was saying. “Oh, I’m not saying I didn’t think of it, or that I don’t like you. Just ..”

“Stop it, you’re making it worse.”

“Okay..”

“So, do you want some tea? To calm down that tongue of yours.”

“If it’s just tea, yeah.” He said teasing, flashing his brightest smiles at you.

You hit him on the arm, “No funny! STOP IT!”

Jimin

He agreed instantly, there was no awkward silence or misunderstanding. He was in this apartment many times, because you are constantly hanging out. So he’s comfortable.

“I could use some coffee! I didn’t sleep well last night, ya know.. ”

You entered the apartment, going straight to the kitchen, him looking the door behind himself..

“Kitty, kitty. Where is she?” He looked for your cat.

“I don’t know, check my bedroom, maybe she’s sleeping on the bed. I find her there every time, even I tell her not to climb it.”

“Hahaha, she does it on purpose, cute. Kitty, kitty.” Cat appears, interweaving her body to his legs, wanting to cuddle.

“She’s spoiled.” I shout from the kitchen.

He took her in his hands. Cuddling and petting her. “Of course she’s spoiled. Yes you are. You are. Cutie pie.”

“Here you go.” I gave him the coffee. He put the cat down. His black clothes full of cat hair. “You’re insane. Look at your clothes now.” Him looking for my lint roller. Me throwing it “Catch.. “

Taehyung

 When you asked the question he just smiled mischievously. “Okaaay..” 

He said entering the apartment.

“You know this is just for a drink?”

“Of course I do…” He’s still thinking I invited him for something more.

“I am serious, Tae.” I say, moving my head in disbelief.

“Me too.” He nods.

Only when he saw me preparing the coffee, he realized I, indeed, wasn’t kidding.

“Additional milk? Or no?”

“Hahahhaha, you actually made coffee?”

“Of couse.. What do you think, what kind of girl am I?”

He got embarrassed..

“Well, I am just saying this isn’t my first time being invited in, and not one girl really made me coffee or ramen..”

“Of course they didn’t. Gross, Tae. Spare me the details.” I said with disgusted face.

He took the cup in his hands, giving me his boxy smile. “You’re the first, honest one. Something new.”

“No, Tae, I just don’t wanna sleep with you.”

His pride got hurt.

I continued, “Not because of your looks, or personality. I like both. Just we’re better of as friends, believe me. I don’t do one night stands.”

“I doesn’t have to be a one night, it can be many nights.”

“Don’t start it. I can’t be dating the idol, I wouldn’t sleep at night. You know me, I don’t do fangirls thing..”

“Okay, I understand. Can you make a deal with me?”

“Say what it is, then I’ll say yes or no.”

“So you know how we get along well.”, me nodding, “If we don’t get married by 35, we marry each other?” He said happily.

If I say no, this will be discussion. And really I don’t have a reason to say no.

“Deal.. Now drink that coffee.”

Jungkook

His head snapped at my question, looking at me confused but smile creeping out in corner of his mouth. “What?”

“D O   Y O U   W A N T   T O  G O  I N S I D E   F O R   A  C O F F E E?”

I said it slowly, laughing and teasing him.

He gulped. “This late?”

“Yes, this late. Or do you prefer tea?” I said unlocking my door. “So is it a yes?”

“Hell yeah.” He said enthusiastically, getting close to me and my back.

“Just tea, Kookie.” I looked at him, letting him know he won’t getting anything more.

“Just tea, got it.” He said with thumbs up. I think he still didn’t get the memo.

I turned the TV on, we sat on the couch, Lee Min Ho’s drama is on. “He is so handsome.”

“Who, Lee Min Ho?” I nod.  “You know, they say I look like him a little.”  I snorted. “Yea right.”  “You don’t see it?”  “No.” I raise my eyebrows proving my point.

He came closer to my face, posing like Min Ho, “So are you sure you don’t see it?” He’s so full of himself. I understand he’s handsome too, but he’s overdoing it now. And WHY AM I FLUSTERED?

I gulped, “Yes, I don’t see it.”

He got ever closer. Me moving backwards, backing out. “You sure?” He narrowed his gaze. He’s trying so hard.

I suddenly stand up “Soooo, mint or hibiscus?”

“Why are you running away? We didn’t even start anything?”

I turned around, raging “START WHAT?”  I chuckled.

“Well, “the coffee” or “Tea”….” He said cockily.

“What did you say?” I am in disbelief.

“You know..”

“No, I don’t ‘know’, Kookie.”

“So you’re telling me I am here for a tea, only. Like real tea?”

I’m shouting now, “Well, YES!”

“I thought you’re flirting with me. Sorry, my bad.”

Now I feel awful. This is my fault.

“I didn’t wanted to lead you on, Kookie, I just was being friendly.”

“Well, usually, I don’t go inside, or do coffee or tea, I usually take girls to the hotel. But since it was you, I thought this is the only chance I would ever get, sooo.. ”

“Well if you now feel uncomfortable, I can’t blame you. You don’t have to drink anything with me. I am sorry.”

“No, I want. You matter to me, noona.”

“But Kookie, we can’t be anything more than friends, you know that?”

“I know.“

I made a “O” with my mouth, covering it with my mouth, making him look at me surprised. “I see it, just now you looked like Lee Min Ho.”

“I told you so.. And you don’t believe me” His aura changed and he smiled, drinking his tea.

We chatted and laughed the whole episode that night, him trying to mimic Min Ho’s faces, asking me “And now?” or “Do I look like him like this?”

“Kookie, you don’t have to look like anyone. Look like you, you’re perfect as yourself alone.”

“You really think so?” He asked.

“Yes.” I smiled.

Well this is it guys, I hope you like it.  Please reblog, and like if you did. Kisses to the next time.

[animalcrossingtownlore]

How The Ultra Beasts Would React To Having A Pokemon Trainer For The First Time

oh wow, good job moonie. The first headcanon you did was a very weird one. just great mate. oh well. the ultra beasts are like my children anyway and i love them all very much i dont care if they could destroy the whole world they are pure.

Nihilego:

- Nihilego is this weird glass jellyfish that lusamine got obsessed with and eventually fused with. who wouldn’t want a glass jellyfish on their pokemon team. (motherbeast lusamine is one of the most badass things i’ve seen in a Pokemon game tbh)

- anyway! Nihilego’s literal code name is Symbiont! i could totally see Nihilego trying to forcefully fuse with it’s Trainer for a while. all Nihilego really see in humans is that they are vessels they can use to make themselves stronger.

- “gIVE ME YOUR BODY SO I CAN KILL EVERYTHING JRRR-RRRR-BRRR VENOMENONON BITCH”

- it’s tempting, but don’t let Nihilego use you. it probably hurts like hell when you finally unfuse with it

- After a few months of attempting to fuse, Nihilego will finally realize it’s Trainer will NOT fuse with it. since the Trainer has no more purpose to Nihilego, it will then try to run away and find another human to take over.

- Nihilego are actually really good at running away and hiding though so you may have to go on a huge witchhunt with all of Alola helping you just to find that one Nihilego

- it’s grumpy once you find it

- it’ll basically be super uncooperative for a long time. but if you’re super nice to it and act like it’s mother (in one of it’s pokedex entries, it says Nihilego can be seen acting like a young girl, and we all know the similarities it has to a certain person) it’ll eventually see you as a friend and it’ll fight with you.

-just DON’T FUSE WITH IT. SAY NO TO NIHILEGO LIKE YOU WOULD SAY NO TO DRUGS. IT’S AN EVIL LITTLE BITCH ON THE INSIDE

Buzzwole:

- mmm buff cockroach we love dat ;)

- ..but buff cockroach senpai dont love u back D:  

- seriously. this guy is not happy with you at first. Buzzwole will probably try to punch you and everything around it. you’ll have to battle it for a long while until it calms down

- psst go for it’s legs if you knock it down it’s like a turtle it can’t get back up again

- if you beat it in a battle it’ll respect you though. if you show it all the battles you’ve been in, Buzzwole will probs start flexing for you to show you how strong it is.

- mission complete: buff cockroach senpai loves u back ;)

Pheromosa:

- Pheromosa is actually pretty chill. It doesn’t care if it has a Pokemon Trainer or not.

- but it sooo cute though... look at dem legs boi ;) Pheromosa gonna make your hormones crazy if you catch my drift

- you may want to touch it...

- BUT BITCH DON’T

- Pheromosa will go fucking ballistic if anything comes within 5-foot radius with them.

- It’s better to just let it do it’s thing.

Xurkitree:

- “Who??? The fuck??? ARE YOU?!?!?!” is Xurkitree’s first reaction.

- it’s gonna start running around and freaking out. it’s almost impossible to calm it down.

- you would have to distract Xurkitree somehow... maybe you should put on some funky music and start dancing?

- oh yeah, do that. Xurkitree will probably be really happy and will start wiggling with you.

- It’s honestly not that hard to train. it’s more or less like a super hyper-active child. just distract it and it’ll be your friend.

- oh, but don’t forget to make sure it has electricity! because if it doesn’t it gets annoyed and dangerous, so be careful.

Celesteela:

- Celesteela is a little sweetie in my opinion. It’d probably be one of the more nice UBs.

- Like, it probably wouldn’t try to purposely kill anyone. Not unless you made it angry, but there’s not many ways to do that.

- However, it does get confused and scared easily. If it’s scared, it’ll start forest fires and fires in general with it’s two huge arms.

- Celesteela is a gentle giant that means no harm, and it’s easy to train. But keep this in mind...

- what are you gonna do whenever you’re moving it around Alola? what will you do when trying to make sure it has enough space battle? what will you do if it starts a fire and YOU have to pay for the damage?

- it’ll cause a lot damage, honestly. you would want to have a pretty thick wallet to pay for everything it accidently does.

Kartana:

- “um, EXCUSE ME? I’M SUPPOSED TO BE AN INDEPENDENT NINJA IN ORIGAMI FORM I DON’T NEED A LOWLY HUMAN TELLING ME WHAT TO DO-”

- Kartana is awesome as frick, in my opinion. It’s a great idea for a Pokemon. but it’s also probably one of those stereotypical strong but silent ninjas that only take orders from themselves.

- like Buzzwole, it’ll get angry and will attack things. well, more like it’ll attack YOU. it’ll most likely start messing with you, and may even give you some deep paper cuts that would hurt a lot if you got hand sanitizer in them.

- honestly? i just can’t see Kartana ever being able to be domesticated. it’ll probably just be stubborn and uncooperative forever....

Guzzlord:

- uhh

- are you sure you would even want this Pokemon with you? Do you know just HOW destructive it is? Do you know how much it eats? Do you know that it’s probably never satisfied?

- DO YOU KNOW HOW IN POKEMON ULTRA SUN/MOON IT COMES FROM ULTRA RUINS WHERE IT LITERALLY DESTROYED EVERYTHING?!

- Bruh, this is NOT your best idea. Trying to domesticate Guzzlord is horrible.

- I mean... If you feed it a little, it may like you more... But after you feed it, it’s like a racoon or a cat. It’ll follow you everywhere you go, but this time Guzzlord will get violent if you don’t feed it constantly.

- Even if you feed it all the time, it probably won’t even fight with you! It would be a horrible Pokemon Companion! You might want to try some other Ultra Beast, buddy...

Poipole:

- actually, doesnt it say in it’s Pokedex entry that Poipole was chosen to be one of the first Pokemon Partners in it’s own world? Doesn't it say that in Ultra Sun? i can’t remember, though...

- so yeah, since Poipole has already been domesticated, it wouldn’t be hard to train it!

- it is super mischievous, though...  It might try to play a few pranks on you, so keep an eye out.

Naganadel:

- tbh it’s the exact same case as Poipole. it’s already domesticated, but it does like to play pranks.

- It’s okay to touch Naganadel... but like Pheromosa, if you touch it’s stingers, IT WILL HURT YOU. BADLY. (wait, isn’t this already canon? idk i’m tired)

Stakataka: (Fun fact: Stakataka’s name is Japanese is Tsundetsunde. I’m sorry- But it sounds like Tsundere and I can’t help but laugh at that-

- Stakataka is a wall. That’s all it really is. A WALL. There’s not much of it personality for it.

- Yeah, I guess you could train it. Don’t expect it to care about you or save you. You won’t get emotional support from it

-IT’S SERIOUSLY A WALL WHAT DID YOU EXPECT

Blacephalon:

- Obviously, the first thing it does is that is makes it head explode. It does it on purpose, too. It seriously wants to kill you.

- Oh my god, how hilarious would it be if Blacephalon was actually the most blood-thirsty Ultra Beast? I’d believe to be true, though. Have you ever seen a clown movie in your life? 

- It won’t stop trying to kill you until you give it something like a Rainbow Bean to eat. (Wait, can Blacephalon even eat?) It also likes it if you dance with it, or juggle something, or if you give it flowers.

- Once you make it your friend, you’ll probably become pretty close with it. Blacephalon would hate strangers but it love their friends. <3

I’m sorry i know this was long but whatever most of my posts will be like that

[twit-writes]

Aizawa/Reader: Kitten Surprise?!

Summary: Reader tries to tell Aizawa that she’s pregnant but things don’t go as planned. 

Something was wrong with you. You weren’t quite sure what was going on though. Scrolling through the internet for answers led to the fruitful search of finding out you were going to die in a week. Shouta scoffed out loud when you told him the news in an attempt to humor your husband. That was a mistake you would never make again. It took you days to convince him that you didn’t actually believe what the internet said.

It was time to break the news to your husband again. But, this time it was happy news. You nodded to yourself, not knowing if you were trying to reassure yourself or the baby.

The baby.

You were quiet for a moment, grappling with the emotions bubbling within you. You tried taking deep breathes to calm yourself down, but it wasn’t working. You felt overwhelmed. You didn’t know what to feel.

Excitement?

Fear.

Your fingers curled tight around the pregnancy test. Were you and Shouta ready to become parents? You knew that you would do anything to protect the baby, this precious life that the both of you created together and you had no doubt that Shouta would do the same.

B-But, what if something happened? Shouta worked behind the scenes, but he was still a pro-hero nonetheless. Pro-heroes risked their lives everyday. What if Shou-

No, I can’t think like that. You shook your head to chase away the negative thoughts. It’s not like the two of you never talked about having children. The topic came up quite often, but those were plans for the future, not now. You’ve been together for over 5 years, but you guys were still settling into the marriage life.

You dragged your feet towards the couch and rested your head on the armrest. You remember that time when Shouta was idly spending his day off with you, cuddling on the sofa while watching TV. You got bored and turned towards your husband, snuggling in the crook of his arm while he lazily cracked an eye open.

“It’s too early,” Shouta grumbled, trying to turn the other way to go back to sleep. You snorted and climbed on top of him, “It’s noon. How is this spending time together if you’re just sleeping?”

Shouta tugged you down and wrapped his arms around your waist, “Date naps.”

You rolled your eyes at his cheeky response. The two of you didn’t say anything after that. You hummed in a soft tone while he leisurely played with your hair.

“This is nice,” you murmured, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Hm.”

You smiled wistfully, “I wish it was always like this.”

Shouta stopped playing with your hair. “Is something wrong?” he asked in a slightly worried tone.

“Nothing’s wrong. I was thinking about the future. It might be too chaotic with a new addition. No more quiet moments like this,” you said, mindlessly twirling his long hair.

“Hm. We have to stock up on food,” Shouta mumbled.

“Think about noise.”

“And the clawing,” Shouta added.

“Yeah, the claw- wait clawing?” you quickly sat u  You quirked an eyebrow at your husband, “Babies don’t have claws.”

“I thought we were talking about getting a cat.”

You buried your face in your hands and groaned. Of course. You playfully slapped his chest when he gave you an amused grin, rubbing small circles on your back.

“Alright, cat mom.”

It was Shouta’s turn to let out a frustrated groan. “We agreed you would stop calling me that.”

You pinched his cheek and hummed, “But, it fits you. Besides, if we ever have children, they’ll be your kittens.”

Shouta muttered under his breath about your lame joke while your laughter became muffled in his tight embrace.

You gently rubbed your stomach, looking down with a warm and glowing smile. Just the thought of your husband filled you with so much warmth, erasing any lingering doubts in your mind. You loved him so much. He was protective of you. Shouta gave you a sense of comfort, even if he wasn’t by your side.

Suddenly, an idea came to mind and brought a mischievous smile to your lips. You happily sang to yourself as you bounced around the apartment to get the surprise ready.

You checked the time on your phone and then checked it again. Shouta was supposed to come home anytime now. You felt a sense of urgency the longer you waited, impatiently drumming your fingers on the table. You felt like you were going to burst from excitement. You wanted to record the stunned look of surprise on his face. Your face lit up with glee when you tried to imagine it. You heard the loud click of the lock and quickly scrambled behind the couch, peeking your phone out to capture the moment.

Shouta softly called out to you and shrugged his shoulders when you didn’t answer. He stifled a yawn and walked towards the TV to turn it off when he noticed the note placed on top of the assortment of cat-shaped cookies. You were pleased with yourself for coming up with such a clever line.

“We’re having a kitten”

With Shouta’s fond adoration of cats and the inside joke of him being a cat mom, you believed this was the most special way to break the news. This joke, although at Shouta’s expense, was something you two shared, making it more meaningful because it belonged to the two of you.  

Shouta munched on a cookie while he read your note. Your hands were beginning to tremble from holding the phone up so high, but you held your breath and waited. You were so eager to see the look of awe on his face. You were going to pop out of your hiding place and run into his arms. He would pull you close in an embrace, his lips warm against your forehead as he murmured in wonder-

Did he just n-nod?!

Your eyes weren’t deceiving you. Your husband had just looked around the room and nodded in the most casual manner. You were frozen to your spot, letting out a small noise of disbelief when you heard the door close. It felt like he threw cold water at you, still unable to move from the floor.

Your shock wore off, replaced by confusion. You knew he wasn’t upset, but the way he reacted was odd. Did he feel nervous too? Was he so overcome with fear that he felt the need to step out to calm himself? Shouta was good at keeping his expressions under control, but the idea of fatherhood must have cracked his impassive exterior. You didn’t blame him. You understood how that felt, the sense of dread made you doubt yourself. You wouldn’t let it do the same to Shouta.

Shouta would be a wonderful father.

You could see him sitting down with his shoulders hunched while your daughter played with his long hair, wishing that her hair was as nice as his.

You could picture your son chasing Shouta around in a game of tag. The small boy would stare at his father to erase his quirk, forgetting that the effect disappeared once he blinked. Shouta would play along to amuse him though.

You could almost trace the creases forming between his brows, frustrated at his chaotic teenage children. But, you knew that he would make sure the blankets were still tucked into the bed and kiss them on the head because he’s a softie.

You imagined Shouta giving away his daughter, trying his best to keep a neutral expression but wouldn’t be able to hide his teary eyes.

Your children would come to visit as the two of you grew older. You and Shouta would take leisure walks together, hand in hand, and enjoy each other’s company.

Shouta would grumble when his grandchild would refuse to let go of his legs. He would hold the rambunctious child in his arms, his gray hair shining in the sunlight as he leaned down to give him a peck.

That was the life you saw with Shouta. You wanted Shouta to see himself through your eyes. He would be an amazing father and you were determined to make your husband understand that he was more than enough. You would protect him from his self-doubts, just like how he protected you.

You jumped when you heard the sound of jingling keys. You steeled yourself as Shouta entered the apartment.

“Oh, there you are.”

You closed your eyes tightly and placed a hand over your heart, bracing yourself for the inevitable. Before you lost your courage, you quickly turned around to face him and felt your mouth drop.

Shouta was carrying a bag of dry cat food with a small bed lying beside his feet.

“We can get the toys late-”

Hysterical laughter filled the room, clenching your stomach to ease the pain. You felt your previous grievances melting away with every wave of laughter while Shouta looked on with wry amusement.

“What?”

“You’re such an idiot.”

Shouta flinched at your words, not understanding where this was coming from.

“I meant a real baby!”

Shouta paused for a moment and then cursed when he dropped everything on his foot, making you laugh even more.

“Wh-wha? W-we’re going to be-?” he stuttered as he ran towards you. He stopped in front of you and pulled you into his arms.

You cupped his face, looking at his slightly widened eyes, “We’re going to become parents,” you murmured in a gentle voice. A small echo escaped from his mouth and you smiled at his awed expression, “There it is.”

Before he could question what you said, you covered his lips in a long warm kiss and then another until you left him short of breath.

You leaned against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat as he tugged the blanket to cover you. He was tracing your mouth with the other hand, squeezing your lips to make you look like a fish. Shouta chuckled when you glared at him. You abruptly sat up and looked at your husband, who gazed at you from down below.

“How come you didn’t get the inside joke?”

“It doesn’t work if it’s one-sided,” he said dryly.

You wanted to be offended by his comment but couldn’t when you heard his soft laughter. His strong arms slipped around your waist, drawing you back against him. Shouta rested his chin on your shoulder and lowered his hands to slowly rub your belly.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke up, “Thank you.”

You tried to turn around to face him but Shouta tightened his grip, preventing you from moving. You were about to say something when a small strangled noise stopped you. You were rendered speechless, his tears slowly making your shoulder wet. You leaned back and looked up at him, wiping the tears from his cheeks. Shouta looked at you with watery eyes and in his look, there was nothing but love and gratitude.

The two of you spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, murmurs and whispers about the future you would share together.

[fcllenflowers]

Past the point of no return

Characters: Seth Fanning, Steel Spencer(Frisk Chett/Garsonist)

Words: 2.269

Trigger Warnings: (see tags)

Description: Progresssion drabble for the arc. A big turning point.

For a long time now Seth had been the friend that would always pick Martha up after school and help her on her way home. She could move around fine on her own, of course, but someone usually had to help her up the front stairs of her house, since her parents were usually at work the time she’d come back. For an even longer time, that friend had been Steel. But after his hangout with the popular girls, he hadn’t joined Seth and Martha on the way home ever since.

 That had left quite a bitter taste in Seth’s mouth. He’d already been losing sleep ever after seeing his friend carry those suspicious empty milk jugs to his place. Steel’s behavior now, hanging out with the popular kids even though he’d get his ass kicked every once in a while, was even more suspicious. Deep down, Seth knew very well what was going on. He’d have to be stupid not to have pieced it together by now; the weird obsession with inflammable objects, the jugs, the odd hours Steel would be up at nights posting, the fact all these fires had started just a little while after he moved into town, after he showed up at their school one day! Of course it was very obvious for anyone that had paid some minimal attention.

 Martha was still in denial about it, refusing to give up believing in her close friend. But Seth now doubted that he’d been anyone’s friend to begin with. The more he thought about it, the more it made his insides boil. He wasn’t a hot tempered boy, but when he thought about how Steel had betrayed both him and Martha and this entire town...how they’d taken the lives of people to satisfy this sick hobby of theirs...It was just so unfair! It was drowning him!

 And thus day after day his eyes would become shinier, glistening with fresh madness about to lash out. He’d spend more time cleaning his father’s gun at night, the same gun he’d once wished to use against their classmates. He’d spend more time watching the news, clenching his fists so hard that his nails left scratches behind on his palms. And most of all, he’d spend more time wallowing in self-pity because he was too weak to admit that the only thing that’d kept him back from taking Steel to the police up to now...were his own feelings for them.

 His life had never been very interesting. He was born into a broken home, his father running off with some other woman whose name he didn’t even know. His mom was constantly drunk and not in touch with reality. She hid all of their problems under the rug, and thus Seth was forced to be a responsible adult when he wasn’t even through with school. He’d always been a loner, awkward, not particularly interesting or handsome. Yet, in his newfound friendships this last year he’d found a glimpse of hope. Martha, a caring and loving friend, was very affectionate and a good listener. He felt like he could tell her almost anything. Steel was pretty cold but they knew all the interesting places around town and they could be a lot of fun to hang out with. What had attracted Seth to them was probably that false sense of security he felt by their side; something about them lured him in like a magnet, like his own heart was magnetized by theirs, something about their perception of the world and what he’d interpreted as a sensitivity to injustice, something about their wild spirit, the promise of adventure in their mischievous smile; a superficial charm, a trap.

 He’d taken the bait hook line and sinker.

 Now he had to face the consequences of his ignorance, he had to face the scared child inside him desperately searching for someone to cling to; because Steel just couldn’t be that someone. His heart told him now, he had to do what’s right and distribute Justice!

 Taking them to the police station wouldn’t be good enough anymore. If he wanted this to end, he had to make sure Steel would never be able to hurt another human ever again. And he’d sacrifice his intergrity for that. The distribution of Justice became his new Purpose. And, to him, it felt crystal clear what he had to do now, what his Fate was.

 He’d give them a taste of their own medicine.

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[Hey can we meet up]

*....

[i aint gon b home till l8r]

[What r u doing out]

[feedin cats]

[Can I join? xD]

*...

[may b l8r]

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 The air was cold and dry that fateful night of January. It was the end of a beautiful, quiet, Sunday early morning. Most of the city was still dark, enjoying their last few hours of sleep before the start of another blue Monday. Street lights were still dimly illuminating the empty pavements and a serene silence had fallen over the sleeping town; save for the blinkering of a few, scarce neon lamps over 24 hour convience stores.

 Inside a particular one the cashier was nearly falling asleep on her counter, while a single customer was looking around the hygiene section; pharmaceutical rubbing alcohol, spray cans that would immediately combust when heated up -and the best part, it was right next to some open cartons filled with styrofoam -the underpaid employee had been too unmotivated to finish stacking the shelves and just dumped them there. Steel had, of course, pulled these ones closer to the rubbing alcohol because they’d be easily ignited and burn enough to heat up the spray cans. To ease the process though he’d placed his special device -cigarette with matches and paper wrapped around it- in not one, but three different places around the store, spots that would easily light up once the first flame caught on. Before the employee would open her eyes, the entire place would be ablaze.

 It’d only be a matter of seconds.

 He stepped out with a casual nod of the head and threw a penny her way, but she barely reacted. The poor thing was out cold. Steel nearly hesitated and almost wanted to wake her up for a second...but his latest clumsy failure had only made him twice as unemphatic. He couldn’t afford to grow soft, not now, not when he was so close to fulfilling his Purpose.

 He started counting as he exited the store, hands quickly sliding into his pockets. He felt the cool metal of his phone and debated texting Seth to meet up after all. But, a familiar voice stopped that thought before it was completed.

“Don’t tell me, you were actually gonna answer.”

 Shades of maroon danced in his single eye as it slowly trailed from the phone screen to the boy before him. Seth’s long, black bangs were dancing in an eerie night breeze that’d just decided to make an appearance -as if God itself was attempting to assist Steel’s action. His eyes, though, were what scarred Steel the most; that image of his glowing yellow pupils would burn a mark into their Soul. What they saw in his eyes was nothing other...than DETERMINATION.

 And the gun in his hand betrayed what he’d need that for.

 The street was empty save for the two of them. Steel swallowed hard and kept his hands in his pockets, shoulders relaxing. He was still trying to focus on counting right. At that distance from the store, debris could still get to him. But he’d have time to make an escape. Time wasn’t his problem here.

“‘Da fuq’ bro. ‘Chu had a bad dream too or somethin’.”

“Shut up.”, the response came cold and harsh. It froze the blood in Steel’s veins. That was very unlike Seth.

“Wow. An’ I thought we had somethin’ ‘ere.”

“I said shut up!”, he swung the gun, finger wrapped around the trigger. Steel couldn’t tell if it was cocked, but he instinctively jerked his hands up over his head, palms open.

“Daym...”, he whispered under a raspy breath. His heart was beating faster now. Would he *Pause fast enough to escape a bullet?

“I know it was you!”, Seth continued. His voice was already cracking, shoulders shaking lightly. That was good for Steel, they wanted him to have shaky hands. “You think I’m stupid?! I knew it the second I saw those milk jugs! You...you freak! You lied to my face! And Martha’s! All this time! You psychopath!”

 It could be said that his words failed to elicit an emotional response out of them, however it would be partly inaccurate. Because, deep inside, guilt was spreading like corrosion.

“I trusted you! I didn’t turn you in! But you..you’re just beyond saving! And to think Martha still thinks something good of you! Asshole, do you even care about the people you killed with your sick game!? You’re always blabbering ‘bout how bad people made the world a hellhole, well, you’re one of them! YOU! ARE ONE OF THEM!”, He held the gun up, steadier now. Steel was very quiet, listening calmly, breathing slowly. He was focused on the gun and ready to *Pause when the timing was right. He wasn’t going to die here. That’d be...quite the loss of p r o g r e s s.

Seth knew he’d have to act quick. He knew Steel had probably already plotted something in that convenience store, why else would he’ve been out that late? He’d tracked them down through the phone texts, tracking the signal down with a deep-web undernet tracker. That hadn’t been the hard part. The hard part was now, that he had to make the *Choice, to *Act. He had to pull that trigger and watch their brains splatter and know he did the right thing.

And, once again overwhelmed by his emotions, he was stalling.

And Justice should be quick.

“You never really liked me, did you? Or Martha. Or anyone.”, he growled, in between quiet sobs. Tears were running down his cheeks. Steel’s posture remained calm, expressionless. Was he even listening? Seth couldn’t tell.

“Did you? Did you!? Do you have feelings at all!?”, he screamed. He knew he should just pull the trigger. But the injustice, it was eating at him. Not because of the people that died because of Steel, but because of those that died because he let his feelings get the best of him and didn’t point that gun to the right person. Not until now. And even in these moments he was still drowning in doubt, shattered from the overwhelming emotions and his twisted love for the other boy, his obsession and his wounded pride.

 Yes, letting Steel live was unfair for those he’d killed.

 But killing him was unfair for himself.

 And he had to make a choice that he didn’t have enough time to think over. He thought he’d been ready. Maybe he just wasn’t cut out for it. His sobs caused his shoulders to shake. He cocked the gun, in hopes that would edge him on to pull the trigger. His finger was wrapped around it and could press a little more any moment now...he could end it. The choice was his. He managed a final rasp, voice broken now and throat burning.

“Do...do you have any remorse for your actions?”

*...

 Silence.

  Deathly silence, and Steel’s unyielding cold stare.

3...

2...

1!

                                      B  O  O  M !

 Pieces of melting metal and debris flew around them. Dust particles and flames floated around them. The stench of burning plastic surrounded them. The only sound after the explosion was the discreet crackling of fire devouring the store.

 And then a deafening scream.

 Steel’s eye blinked slowly. Within a matter of those few seconds, he missed Seth’s hand moving. Seth’s stare had stuck on the flames embracing the building. His golden eyes were lit up with the flame, reflecting them perfectly on their glossy surface. And, as if in slow motion, he turned the gun towards his own head and pressed it against his temple. As Steel’s eye opened again, he faced the boy’s frozen expression, as if he were in awe of the evil before his eyes. And just as slowly, pale yellow light shone underneath his chest, as if his skin was suddenly sheer.

 Through that light, Seth’s soul emerged. A yellow soul of Justice, burning bright. And in one fraction of a second he pulled the trigger.

 The soul shattered into a million little pieces as light left the boy’s eyes. They rolled back in his punctured head and brains spilled out and stained his skin before he collapsed on a puddle of blood. Soul shards lingered in the air, reflecting light like tiny pieces of glass, fading into a beautiful, fine, golden dust. Just as an immaterial sign popped up and floated over Seth’s corpse.

*GAME OVER.

 Steel cupped a scream into his mouth. His eyes were both fixed on the dead boy, wide open in shock. His pupils shrank into tiny dots. He envisioned the flames embracing him from behind, planting a soft kiss on his neck that sent shivers down his spine, as a lover would; as Satan itself would.

 Soon enough, sirens joined the fire’s cackling and broke the night’s silence. The flames behind his back were still dancing, but the screams had hushed long ago. The vocal cords of the cashier trapped inside had melted by now. Tears were evaporating from Steel’s cheeks. His hand was still cupping shaky breaths and muttering.

 Sirens got closer. They had to go, now!

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Part 8

Previously: James is rushed to the hospital after a manticore clawed his leg. He only got many stitches and will be out in a few days. That night Alex had another nightmare. But he met what's causing it.

Alex is unusually silent during breakfast. The king picks up on this and after breakfast he pulls Alex of to the side alone.

"Hey. Are you okay? Is it the incident? You don't have to worry about that. James is okay and you did all you could to help. You are brave, smart, and strong. So I know you're going to be okay. You can handle this." The king smiles a reassuring smile.

"...okay." Alex weakly smiles back, an uncertain smile.

Soon after Alex, Ace, the king and the duchess all get ready and head over to the hospital. They sign in and go to James' room. He lays in bed reading a book with a single dragon on the cover. Ace enters the room first and stands over James with a glare.

"How could you let this happen?" She growls. James looks down, ashamed.

"I'm sorry. It just surprised me. I didn't-" Before he can finish Ace pats his head.

"...just.... don't let it happen again." She mumbles. "If you die... who can I spar with then?" She teases.

James laughs. "Probably the manticore."

"Oh come on. That mindless thing? I'm surprised it even laid a claw on you. You shouldn't let your guard down like that or you'll be slain by a teacup goblin." She retorts. They both laugh. The king smiles a warm happy smile. The duchess can't contain herself anymore and she runs to James and gives him a big hug. Tears pour down her face.

"James! I'm so glad you're okay. Get better soon so we can stop worrying, okay?" The duchess cheerfully sobs. James smiles and agrees.

"Hey, Alex.... thanks.... Thank you for bandaging my leg. If it weren't for you... I would've bled out before we even got to the gates. So, you have my deepest gratitude." James says, suddenly serious.

"h-huh? Me? I-I was just doing what any one of us would do." He smiles. "But... no problem. I'm glad you're doing okay."

The king smiles a big grin. "When you get better we must throw a party!"

"Oh no..." James mumbles.

"Oh yes~" The king cheers. "It's going to be so much fun!"

After some time, everyone except the duchess leaves. The king has king duties to attend to and his ace follows him everywhere, it's her job. Alex gets a text saying his phone and charger are ready. He goes to Aoi to pick those items up. The king summons Lumin to go with Alex. However, Lumin is late. After the king grinds his gears a bit, Lumin is free to go. As they leave Alex attempts to calm Lumin down from a panic attack.

"I-I tried to explain m-my actions! B-b-but he never gives me the chance! He's so hard on me!" Lumin complains.

"Maybe because he has high hopes for you? Maybe he's trying to push you towards every day success? Or maybe he is dealing with something else and is just taking it out on you?" Alex attempts to reassure Lumin.

"Either way... I wish he'd just take it easy on me... I can't handle the pressure!"

"Do you think if you said that.... mmaybe he'd listen?"

"Likely not. Besides, I'm too nervous to try..."

"yeah... I can see why... He's a bit intimidating." Alex says. Lumin weakly smiles.

After some awkward silence Lumin thanks Alex for his comfort. Alex smiles, "I love to help."

Eventually they get to Aoi's place and meet him in his lab. He is working on something new. Alex isn't sure what.

"Welcome. Nice to see you again. I have your charger cord ready."

Alex thanks Aoi as he grabs the small box containing his phone, usb cord, charger cube, new phone case and solar charger.

"Woah! Thanks." Smiles Alex. "That's more than I expected."

"Don't mention it... it's a basic design. Despite it being other worldly. I just used the bases of previously made designs of mine. Simple... The blueprints were already infront of me, it's just a matter of putting them together."

"Oh... still sounds complicated." Alex awkwardly laughs.

"Well, it's not." Sighs Aoi. "Anyways... is that all?"

"Um... no.. actually... I don't know if anyone has already mentioned this... but we need some spy cameras to spot anything eating the flowers in the field. Something that can see in both day and night. I guess with wide range, too. Probably multiple cameras..."

"Done. I already have those kind of cameras. Who's this for?"

"The duchess and the flowers."

"I know it's for the flowers. That's obvious enough."

"oh... Sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? No need to be so docile."

"Oh... Ok?"

"Come with me, I will get your cameras."

Aoi leads Lumin and Alex to some boxes in the back room of his lab. Aoi picks up a medium sized box and hands it to Alex. "There. All you need." He says. "Now is that it? I have work to get to." With that, Alex and Lumin leave.

Lumin sighs, "yup... it's always a welcoming experience with him..."

Lumin and Alex decide to go for a bit of a walk and talk when they leave Aoi's place. However, their conversation is interrupted by a certain grinning cat.

"Aaalleex~" Coos the cheshire cat. "And Lumin~" Lumin cringes a bit. "How're you two doing on this fine evening?" The cat gingerly slides their arms over Alex and Lumin's shoulders. Alex tenses up slightly and Lumin panics then slides out of the cat's grip.

"W-we were d-doing just ffine! u-until... um..." Lumin is red faced with embarassment.

"Until I wh-wh-what? Interrupted your date?" The cat teases.

"N-no!" Lumin blushes harder.

"So I didn't interrupt your date? Goood! Glad you could invite me~" They grin a mischievous teasing grin.

"Nn-nno!! W-we weren't d-d-dating!!" Lumin slightly quivers with anger and embarrassment.

"O-okay. I think that's enough.... um... sorry... what's your name?" Alex interrupts.

"My name? ...It's Amsi." The young man winks.

"Y-you should t-try to be more respectful to members of the court!" Bursts out Lumin in embarassment.

"Awe, Lumin. You fluster so easily." Chuckles Amsi.

"Guys. Come on. Stop already." Alex speaks up.

"...right. Sorry babe. Didn't mean to upset you." Amsi gently strokes Alex's cheek as he backs away from Alex to give him some space. "So, where are you guys off to now?" He asks.

"No where." Lumin remarks.

"We're just walking around the city." Alex politely responds.

"Cool. Can I join?"

"N-... sure." Lumin gives up.

"Only if that's okay with you, Lumin." Alex ensures.

"I'm fine with it." Lumin lies. He and Amsi don't exactly get along. But he'll allow this to happen for Alex.

For the rest of the walk the main conversation piece was Amsi, which did annoy Lumin but Alex didn't mind. Typical to most conversations, Amsi asked about Alex but Alex avoided the question. Amsi did push but Lumin protected Alex and helped to deflect the question.