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xenia-cenia · 4 years

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Venti x Fem!Reader - Wherever The Wind Blows

A/N-FLYING LOVE CONFESSION SCENE GO BRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Trigger/Content Warnings: Abusive/overbearing parents, spoilers, kidnapping

Word Count: 2,875

Request: No

Summary: You, a sheltered daughter of rich parents, longed for freedom more than anything else. A boy came along, promising freedom with his every breath

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Your parents had been overbearing since your birth. (Y/N), don’t go in the streets! (Y/N), don’t touch that! (Y/N), stay inside!

You were never sure why, but you always complied. Seeing your parents' eyes fill with tears when you got an injury as little as a scraped knee kept you in line. It wasn’t that they didn’t love you... you were pretty sure they loved you, at least.

As the only child in your family, you were protected. You grew up surrounded by well-vetted maids and kind ‘strangers’. You were naive, you were innocent, you were gullible.

And most of all, you were rich.

Deep in your heart, you knew there was more to life than this. There were birds who chirped in the sky and wind that knocked you off your feet. You had read all of the stories of adventures and Archons - you nearly had them memorized.

On your 16th birthday, as you sat in your bay window in your room on the highest floor of your manor, you felt resolve bury itself inside of you.

It took 2 weeks for you to come up with a plan to sneak out, and another 4 weeks for you to build the confidence to actually do it.

And as you snuck between shadows and outside the doors, you almost couldn’t believe it. You wore a dark black cape and flipped the hood up. Freedom truly was here.

You picked up your skirts and let adrenaline push through your veins as you ran until you caught sight of a magnificent tree. You walked to the tree and sat on the grass, feeling the dirt between your fingertips and the cold air biting your skin.

As you pushed the hood down, you couldn’t help but cry out in glee. Freedom.

No more memorizing books from cover to cover or breathing on your hands pretending it was the wind. True freedom, true choice, true Teyvat. All of it was right here, underneath your fingertips! What would you do first? Sneak a sip of wine? Learn to fight like in the adventures you loved oh so much?

You lied down, smiling widely until you heard soft bouncing. You pulled yourself up and saw a small blue ball begin to approach you, water trailing behind it.

“Hello, friend.” You crawled towards the ball, “What are you?”

The ball didn’t respond and instead continued bouncing towards you. You thought for a moment, trying to recall anything resembling it from your books.

“A small blue ball... with water...” You jumped to feet as you remembered Slimes - a fearsome beast who lived outside your manors walls. How they tore wartorn fighters into shreds, but they had a preference for young girls with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. You shrieked and began to run away, but tripped over the tree's roots.

“Dost the lady require assistance? Luckily, the bard can help with no resistance!” An arrow struck the slime to the ground. You looked up to your savior and saw a boy jump from the tree you were sitting under and smile at you, extending his hand to help you up. “Are you alright?”

You gripped onto the boy's hands and looked him up and down. A boy - no shorter than 5′2, no taller than 5′4 - with black hair that melted into two light-blue braids, a Cecilia stuck into his baret. “How can I thank you for this deed?”

He looked at you with wide eyes before laughing and pulling out of your grasp,

“My names Venti. What’s yours?”

“(Y/N) (L/N).”

“Ehe, (Y/N), you can buy me an apple... or two.”

“If that’s all it takes.”

He escorted you to Mondstadt, happily chatting about whatever topic came to mind. When you arrived in the city, you couldn’t hide your surprise. You froze in your steps and watched the candles in the windows blow out, drunks merrily singing songs while collapsed on the ground. Even children calling out for strangers to buy their newest stock.

“Woah...”

“(Y/N)?” Venti turned when he noticed you weren’t walking by his side. When he saw the wonder in your eyes, he smiled and stood next to you, “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Where... where are we?”

“Mondstadt, city of freedom and wind.”

“Freedom...” you repeated. You turned to Venti, “Is it true? Every citizen here is free? Can I... can I be free?”

“Do you want to be?”

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

He grabbed your hand and dragged you through the crowds, “I’ll have to give you a tour of the city of freedom myself!”

You spent the night avoiding cats, watching Venti sing songs for cheering onlookers, and trying to bite down the guilt you felt. As the sun began to rise, you watched the sky paint itself orange and red from the ground.

Freedom will never be your reality.

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you prayed that you’d get home in time. You stood, flipped your hood up, and turned away from Venti, “Goodbye, Venti. Tonight was... tonight was fun.”

Venti quickly jumped to his feet and grabbed your hand, “Where are you going?”

It only took a light tug to free your hand from Ventis, “Where I belong.”

You began the trek home, trying to ignore the feeling of Venti's eyes boring into your back. As you walked, you wiped the tears out of your eyes and pretended you were happy with this.

You were naive, innocent, and gullible. You needed your parents to protect you from this cruel world, freedom was not a right. You needed to be safe, you needed to observe the world from your window. May the wind never blow on your skin again.

May you never hear children's laughter echoing in the streets, may you never sing along to the story of a drunk, may you never watch the sunrise.

As you reached your family's manor, you didn’t even need to come to the door to be met with your parents' arms. They smothered you with their fear and asked why you left.

“I don’t remember why.” Is the only answer you could muster.

“Do you see why you are to never leave this house?” Your mom asked, gripping onto your shoulders.

“We’re just trying to protect you.” Your father agreed.

You nodded, “I understand everything.”

Fate spared no mercy; it didn’t care for your emotions. It didn’t cry as you sat on your bed and watched the sun with hollow eyes.

Fate was cruel. Curiosity was crueler.

You tried to seek for anger deep inside of you, you hoped to curse the name of the Bard who showed you a taste of freedom. But all you could do was watch the world twirl on without you.

In Mondstadt, the drunks would simply drink another night away, the children would sing and dance, the Bard would bring smiles to another's face. But it would never be yours.

You spent many days trying to push the memories of freedom out of your head, but every night when your thoughts were your only company you simply couldn’t forget the happiness you felt.

It was on one of these nights when something tapped against your window. You groggily got out of bed, pulled the curtains back, and gasped when you saw aqua eyes.

He motioned for you to open the window, you shook your head and tried to explain that none of the windows open. He leaned back in thought, his body twirling through the air as if it were a pool. After a few moments, he smiled, winked, and disappeared from your view.

You stood there, blinking, trying to figure out if you were dreaming or not. A few moments passed and the next thing you knew, your door was swinging open. You turned and looked at the Bard who did the unthinkable; got into your home.

“H-How did you...?” You spoke in a harsh whisper.

“Ehe, call it beginners luck.” He walked over to you, a lyre appearing in his hands. “You never did tell me where you were going.”

“What... what are you talking about?”

“2? 3 weeks ago? I can’t recall, but I had asked where you’re going and you didn’t respond.”

You shook the disbelief away, “Didn’t I say I was going home?”

He looked around the room, “This is what you call home?”

You were conflicted. Home? What was home, really? You lived here, but was it your home?

Venti walked towards you, outstretched his hands, and winked, “Can I take you home?”

Tears filled your eyes. “M-my parents... they’ll be so scared...”

The kindness in his eyes was replaced by sympathy, “You stay here under someone else's fear? That isn’t freedom.”

Anger bubbled in your chest as tears fell down your cheeks, “I know! I know. I...” you took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled, I just want...”

“What do you truly want?”

You turned away from him and sat at your bay window, your voice was no louder than a whisper in a storm yet Venti could hear it clear as day, “I want to hear the birds sing. I want to feel the wind. I want to pick flowers. I want...” you looked at your hands, “I want to be free.”

He walked over and sat down next to you, “I understand how you feel. Why don’t you come with me, I can help you get your freedom. Or at least, get out of here.”

You pulled your knees up to your chest and hugged them, “I can’t leave my parents here. They... I don’t know. They’re always right. The world is dangerous and scary. I’m just a naive kid, I always need someone to protect me-”

“Alright. That does it.”

“W-What?”

He stood up, brushed his hands on his pants, and smiled, “I’ll protect you. In exchange, you have to experience freedom.”

“When would... no! How would that even work?”

“I can take you out when it’s night, all you’d have to do is close your eyes for a moment. Oh, and get your window to open.”

“Venti...” You looked up at him.

“Now, stop crying, ehe!”

And just like that, he was gone. You spent the next few weeks begging your parents to let your window open, and finally, they caved.

They decided to construct a small balcony that you had to open your window to reach. It didn’t take long for construction to end, and after they were pleased with the safety of it, they let you use it. After all, they’d rather you sit in the window than go out on your own again.

You spent every night on the balcony, waiting to see the boy reappear. And every night he did. He’d grab onto your waist, tell you to close your eyes, and would take you into the city.

As time passed, you grew more and more thankful for the boy. He’d sing you a new song, would show you how to climb the large Barbatos statue, and even spent time teaching you how to shoot a bow.

You were happy, you were free. You began to learn to trust yourself and your decisions, you didn’t rely on his bow or quick wit, you relied on yourself. So, when Venti said he was going to leave you alone for a moment, you weren’t scared.

Sure, you still wore your nightgowns which were easier more mora than what the entirety of Mondstadt had. You’d never seen a real fight, nothing more dangerous than slimes. Nothing that fought with the intent to kill. And, of course, you didn’t notice the subtle ways Venti kept his promise of protecting you. The way he’d direct you to the other side of the road if he saw someone he didn’t know or the way he’d distract you if he saw a Fatui member walking in your direction. And, the biggest one, he never took you out of the city.

He knew Mondstadt in and out, every time he left your side he made sure he kept an eye on you. And, yes, he was distracted that day. He forgot the depths of innocence one could have when they were born as a trophy. But, surely, nobody would walk off with a stranger at the promise of a secret. Surely, nobody could tell this complete stranger how deep your family's pockets were lined or where you lived. Surely, anybody could tell why Venti was trying to keep that a secret.

Maybe he was the naive one out of the two of you. Maybe he got so caught up in pretending that he was someone who could protect you, that he forgot what it means to protect.

While his back was turned, everything collapsed. Was it the stranger's smile? Was it their charming voice? Was it the kindness in their eyes? What about them made you trust them?

Venti could almost remember seeing your hair behind you as you slipped into the crowd. He could almost feel the Cecilia's fall from his fingers. He could almost hear his footsteps pound against the ground as he pushed through the crowd. But when he crossed to the other side, you were gone.

Just like before, nothing ever changes. No matter if he were Barbatos, Venti, or a mere wind spirit. He could never protect the ones he cares about. He could never show them the freedom they longed for as he listened to their wishes.

He didn’t fall to his knees or shed a tear. He let his hands fall to his sides as the memories replayed in his head on loop.

When your parents woke up, there was a note pinned to their door with a knife. It demanded 50 million mora for your life, delivered under the bridge to Mondstadt. They paid it within hours and when you were given to your parents, they made instant changes.

Chains attached your ankle to your bed, whatever freedom you had left was ripped from you once again.

You’d watch the moon from your bedroom every night. You trusted in yourself and where it’d get you? Tied up and being ransomed back to your parents.

Freedom, you decided, was a lie. Just another fantastical song Venti would twist into something realistic.

“Venti...” you lied on your bed, curled into a ball as tears soaked your pillow, “I miss you.”

You missed the wind, you missed his gentle songs, you missed the way your fingers would ache after you’d pull the bowstring back.

Tap, tap, tap

You sat up and looked at your window, surprised to see Venti smiling at you. You got up and tried to run to the window, but the chain on your ankle stopped you as you were mere inches away. You motioned to the chain on your ankle. He nodded, disappeared from your view, and a few moments later appeared at your room.

“How do you keep doing that?” You laughed, relieved to see the boy.

“Ehe, I’ll never tell.” He walked towards the chain on your bed and looked at it dubiously, “Hmm...”

“Don’t even bother. There’s no way to get it off without the key.”

“And where is the key?”

“I think my Father has it.”

Venti stood upright and winked at you, “My fair maiden of the tower, you will be free within the hour.”

And just like that, he was gone. You sat for a few minutes in silence, then you heard a loud bang, yelling, laughing, and the sound of someone running up the stairs. You sat on your bed in alarm as Venti barreled into your room and pushed your bookcase in front of the door. On the other side, you heard your Father yelling.

“What did you do?!” You shrieked.

“I got the key!” He beamed, breathing heavily. After a few seconds to catch his breath, he quickly went to the chains around your ankle, unlocked them, and let them fall to the floor.

“Venti, what are we going to do?” You looked between the window with a who-knows-how-far drop and your door which almost certainly held Venti's demise if your parents got in.

“Well,” he walked over to your window and threw it open, “We’re going to fly.”

“We’re going to what?!”

He picked you up by the waist, you gripped onto his shoulders as he stood on the edge of your balcony.

“I’m scared.” You whispered into his ear

“Just close your eyes, we’ve done this before.” He whispered back.

The door to your room burst open, you saw your parents' terrified faces. Venti grabbed his hat, winked, and jumped.

Your eyes stayed open, and you marveled at the beautiful scenery. “Venti...”

“Are you still scared?’

“No, I...” you took a deep breath, “What if they find us?”

“Then I’ll save you over and over again.”

“I... I love you.”

He smiled, “A million ballads wouldn’t get half of the love I feel for you onto paper.”

You looked over at him. Maybe freedom was real. Maybe there was more to life than biased storybooks and hiding.

The thought elated you, though you did have one last question for yourself.

What will you do with this newfound freedom?

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dnarez · 4 years

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Chapter 8 - Beautiful

After cooking and eating together Keigo went home with a full stomach and a big smile in his face, he never had someone act so natural around him, it was refreshing it felt like home.

They exchanged numbers this time, he was pretty clear that he was seeing her like a little sister, so she wouldn't feel creeped out.

Both were in the same page about their friendship, which only made Keigo happier since normally people would only want something from him, but she was so nice and friendly, she sounded like she really saw him as her big brother, which again was very refreshing.

He totally would take her in if he could.

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Y/n walked to school the next day, Keigo had explained that flying was technically using her quirk so it was illegal since she didn't have a license.

She thought it was unfair having wings that now knew how to fly and not be allowed to.

On her way to U.A. someone poked her shoulder, when she turned around she saw a boy with half white hair and half red hair, he had mesmerizing bi colored eyes and a scar that brought a mysterious look to him, his clothing looking too basic for someone that handsome, before she could stop it her mouth and brain said the same thing at the same time.

"Beautiful..."

The handsome guy was stunned, he had gotten a lot of compliments all his life given who his father is, but never had someone called him that, he was fascinated by this girl's wings and wanted to ask a few questions, but now? Now he had lost his words.

They were like that for a few seconds until she realized what she had said what made her face go bright red and her wings from gray to pure pink.

"I'm so sorry! I-i.... BYE!!!!" She ran to school after that not stopping for nothing, even if she had already escaped the handsome boy, she was so embarrassed that almost ran over her best friend but fate was kind to her purple haired friend, and she realized that it was him just in time, being able to stop just in time.

"Woah! Calm down! What the fuck happened?? You almost killed me there!"

They were a few centimeters from each other, being able to smell each other's breath.

She was breathing heavily trying to make her it evens out, she smells like the fresh mint and cherry tea.

He sighed letting her being able to smell the coffee on his breath.

'Too close' Hitoshi blushed heavily and took a step back.

"S-sorry! I was running from a pretty boy and-"

"Pretty boy?"

"Well... more like handsome boy like... REALLY handsome" she got back to walking to school and Hitoshi was following behind her.

"Oh... yeah but... how did he look?"

"Oh! He had this beautiful hair that was half red and half white, he also had one gray eye and one blue eye, he truly was breathtaking!"

"Uhum" Shinso was feeling annoyed that she though so much of a random boy. "Was his voice also sweet like honey?" He smirked at his sarcastic remark.

"I don't know... I ran from him before he could say anything..." she looked at the ground ashamed

Hitoshi burst out laughing "why- hahahaha! Why would you do that???"

"I... Before he could tell me why he poked my shoulder I called him gorgeous... we both got embarrassed and I ran away" her face was bright red and her wings pure pink

Hitoshi keep laughing at her reaction thinking it was the cutest thing he ever saw.

She covered her face with her wings, he stopped laughing and put his hand on top of her wing petting it.

"Damn! Why did you stay that?"

"I don't know! My mouth just did it without me noticing!" She puffed her cheeks and opened her wings a little to see him "and stop laughing! Or I won't lunch with you!"

"Ok ok sorry, now come out of ur shell and let's go"

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In the lunch line Y/n looked around looking for her other friends from 1-a.

"Hey bird brain, they won't come to school until next Monday remember?" Hitoshi got his food and walked to their usual table with her following him with a bento box on her hands.

"Oh yeah! I forgot about that" they sat down next to each other and started to eat "do you want some? I made takoyaki this time, today diner will be homemade ramen!" She told him cheerfully

"Yeah, sure..."

She poked the takoyaki and turn to him "now open up!" She got the food in front of his mouth

He blushed heavily "w-what are y-" before he could finish she forcefully feed him

"What did you think?" She asked worriedly.

He finished eating it "it's awful, so awful that you shouldn't eat it" he takes another takoyaki "I will make this sacrifice for you" she laughs and put all her takoyaki in his plate.

"I'm glad you liked it" she goes back to eating.

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By the end of the day they were leaving the school being accompanied by Haru.

"She's starting to get old... I think she won't be able to pick me up...." she petted the husky's head

"How old is she anyway?" He kicked a pebble that was in his way

"She's 8, I love her with all my heart, I also love Void with all my heart." She combed her hair with her fingers

"So... how is flying?" He rubbed his neck with his right hand, the silence wasn't uncomfortable, but he wanted to hear her talking more.

"I can fly now but it's illegal to use my quirk without supervision of a pro or a license" she sighed and looked up at him "I'm lucky that my big brother have the day off, He can help me practice".

"Big brother? Since when do you have a brother?" He stopped at a vending machine and put the cash on it

She stopped by his side "we... we aren't blood related, but He does help me a lot, so I'm thinking of calling him 'onichan' what do you think?" He got a cherry coke and some coffee, giving her the coke.

"I think it's weird but... he is a pro hero isn't he?" He opened the cool coffee and drank it.

She did the same and got back to walking slowly since Haru was getting tired. "Yeah he is..."

"What's his hero name?" He asked, while also slowing down to walk side by side.

He saw her lips moving but didn't understand "sorry, what"

"I said...." she was looking at the floor, her (h/c) hair making a curtain to hide her face.

"Can you speak louder? I still can't understand"

"Hawks.... it's Hawks...." she didn't see the surprised face he made

"Like... number three hero Hawks, or....?"

"Yeah... that one, I understand if you don't trust me so... I have a picture to prove it" she got her cellphone from her pocket and looked in her gallery "here!"

She showed him a picture of her and Haws sitting on the couch, he had his gear off and was with his head on her shoulder smiling at the camera, she was with a big smile on her face and her head on his, their wings on the background both showing, his red ones and her yellow ones.

"Damn... you will have a lot of help with your quirk won't you?" He petted Haru's head when they stop in front of her apartment

"Yeah! Do you want help with your body?" Her wings got lightly yellow

"Nope" he said popping the p "Don't need that kind of help when you got a quirk like mine"

She sighed "okay but if you change your mind please don't even think about going to someone else" she waved at him and got inside the gate with Haru "bye 'toshi, see you tomorrow!" She got inside, and he made his way to his house.

She unlocked the door and was surprised by the tasty smell of chicken and ramen. Making her way to the kitchen she was surprised by the scene.

Keigo cooking with casual clothing (picture on this chapter is his clothing), his feather all over the kitchen helping him cook and Void on top of his head looking what he was doing.

Keigo looked at the door and smiled seeing his little sister "hope you don't mind, I got in by the balcony window and since you still were at school I decided to make some food for us while waiting"

"I am home onii-chan!" Her wings full yellow and her smile super bright.

He looked at her surprised and gave her a bigger smile "welcome back one-chan" she got close to him right by his side, and he petted her head.

They truly had a place to call home now. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ........................................................

So... since it had 1 vote for Bakugo and 1 vote for Shoto I had to make the decision and I choose Shoto(as you could see in this chapter).

Also... happy birthday to me!!!!🎉🎉❤ (04/09)

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#bnha hawks #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha #mha x y/n #mha x you #mha x reader #mha #y/n #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #keigo takami #siblings #hitoshi #shinso hitoshi

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dxrksong · 3 years

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Silver eyes

Yet another au

Warning (there's a lot in this one *sweats*) tw attempted suicide, tw self harm (mention), tw a very depressed person that jokes in depressing ways, also tw depression, tw hospital rooms and doctors and all that good stuff.

Now that's over with onwards to the story

In the fall of the colored leaves, a figure on a bridge stood watching the water

Hair dead and dark as the abyss that haven't seen any hint of mercy from the owner. Eye as pale as the moonlight with bags underneath that could rival a suitcase from the last of sleep. And a form so scratched up, the owner had stopped paying attention to the numbers.

With a heave they were sent over the railings and sent crashing against the waters

And then the muffled silence of traffic was all you heard as you sunk further and further into the waters.

You closed your eyes, taking in the cool welcoming depths

……….

…………

…..

Is that…...crying….?

"N ple….e….."

A tight grip around your body. Now who would be so bold as to cling to you like this?

Certainly not your family

"Y/N…."

Ah…..you see. They've mistaken you for someone else. That makes more sense to be honest.

More voices rose up

"Hospital…."

"C……….on! They…...help!"

Even louder sobbing invaded your ears as you felt a head lean on yours.

man….this dude is gonna feel REAL silly when he finds out the truth.

"Hello"

…...Hello??

"Good, you can hear me"

Who the heck-

"What are you doing?"

…….listening. what, is it a crime to listen now?

"You need to wake up Y/N, he-"

"You don't understand-"

No! No YOU don't understand!! I'm not going to repeat myself, So listen closely! They got the WRONG GUY!!!! I'm not Y/N, whoever they are! I'm just…...useless…..

"……..then what is your name?"

………...it's a dumb name

"No it isn't "

Yes it is

"I can assure you it's not"

Oh yes it is-

"Just give me your name, you're running out of time!!"

AND WHY SHOULD I?!

The voice was stunned into silence

Why should I trust somebody I just met?! HUH?! I mean, sure, I'm DYING right now but that doesn't mean I'm going to give away my name to a voice in my head!!!

So go on!! Just give me a reason! It's better than this radio silence you've given me!

".....so they can say your name"

Huh?

"So they can say your name!"

Wha-but…….they got the wrong-

"Y/N-sorry. They're crying over YOU!"

Who they think I am yeah-

"No…...YOU."

You fell quiet, a silent horror bubbling up in your chest as you started to panic

What-no! But they can't-I don't even!

"Calm down."

NO!! You don't get it!!! I wasn't prepared for someone to cry over me!

I didn't think anybody WOULD!!

You started sobbing, tears coming to your eyes as you mentally held your head.

"What's your name?"

You hiccupped and sobbed

It's Pierce……

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"Pierce"

"H-huh?"

"The host would like to verify that Y/N's name is now Pierce"

"Pierce…? But…"

The blaring alarms of an ambulance invaded your ears, you being unable to hear the rest of the conversation.

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You opened your eyes bleary. You were surrounded by what seems to be curtains, a heart monitor and several other instruments hooked up to your body.

You sighed internally. Seems it really did fail, though you can't help but wonder if all that really happened or if it was all just a dream.

You closed your eyes again, not really wanting to be awake at the moment.

Unfortunately it seems the world had other plans for you as one part of the curtian moved, a man in a doctor's uniform appearing.

You pryed your eyes back open, seeming to startle the doctor

Doctor: "Hey! You're awake! I'm sorry but you're dying."

Pierce: well thank goodness for that then, that was the whole point.

The Doctor seemed to cough, probably aware the mistake he made of his usage of words.

Doctor: sorry, force of habit. What I meant to say was, you're making a good recovery so far…….would you like to talk about what happened?

Pierce: no.

Doctor: a-ah. W-well. I'm Dr.Iplier, my assistant is Dr.Sneeplestein and we'll be the ones caring for you till you've recovered.

Pierce: …..Pierce.

There wasn't much conversation after that. It was mostly Dr.Iplier trying to ask questions and Pierce not really wanting to answer them, being stubborn as he could be.

He just wanted to go back to sleep and forget about this whole mess, even if it was temporary.

Of fucking course, his life isn't that easy. The sound of footsteps outside the room could be heard before a loud bang as the door was more or less thrown open.

??: I heard he's awake!

Dr.Iplier sighed heavily before going to intercept the newcomer as they yanked back the curtains.

Dr.Iplier: they just woke up and need time to-

??: out of my way doc

Dr.Iplier: Dark. I know you two have some kind of history but-

Dark apparently: Move.

The Doctor, probably well aware he couldn't hold him back, sighed once more before moving out of the way, giving you a clearer view of Dark.

It was weird. Looking at him.

Grey skin like all the saturation was gone, a kind of static filled aura that actually hurt your head looking and hearing. And then there were red and blue highlights on the man's features, more or less blending into the Static.

Yeah, uh that's really weird.

Dark: Y/N…

Oh…..not this again!

Peirce: sorry buddy but you got the wrong guy-

All of a sudden Pierce started coughing, the doctor rushing over to them and placing a hand on their head

Dr.Iplier: fever….he needs rest. You can bother him later Dark. Until then, keep your distance before you get sick too.

Dark: just one thing.

Dark turned to Pierce

Dark: if you aren't Y/N. Then who are you?

Pierce: just a mega depressed guy that doesn't want to be here. Nothing more, nothing less.

Pierce said nonchalantly with a shrug. Most people wouldn't have noticed but Dark's features softened a little at that. Guess that's just one of Pierce's quirks, being able to read people like an open book.

Takes one steeled face to know one.

Dark: that didn't answer my question. My name is Dark. What should I call you?

Pierce: …….Pierce. nice to formally meet you…

Dark nodded, a small smile on his face

Dark: nice to formally meet you too.

Dark turned and left without much of a fight. Dr.Iplier turned to Pierce with a confused look on his face

Dr.Iplier: h-how did you...n-not even ANTI can get him to just walk away like that, we usually have to call Wil!!!

Pierce: hey doc…..is it just me or…

Definitely something fishy going on here

Pierce: did that guy have your face?

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Yep. That's chapter one of this story

Oh I almost forgot

@iam-trash-stuff

#wkm y/n #wkm #wkm Pierce #wkm oc (kinda)#wkm the district attorney #wkm the da #wkm damien #wkm colonel #wkm darkiplier #wilford animatronic #darkiplier #etc #LOTS OF TW'S #not kidding #read at you're own risk #Silver Eyes

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ashintheairlikesnow · 5 years

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A Little Brother’s Warning: Ryan Michaelson

This was a request from @burtlederp! Hope it’s what you were looking to read :)

Tagging the Danny crew: @bleeding-demon-teeth, @spiffythespook, @finder-of-rings, @whumpywhumper, @pumpkinthefangirl, @special-spicy-chicken, @whale-whumps

CW: Not much. Some reference to the events of So Broken and Not Broken, so you’ll need to read those before it makes much sense, probably. Discussion of violence.

"The American healthcare system can stop panicking now," Ryan Michaelson announces as he pulls aside the hospital bed's curtain with a flourish and holds up the small, surprisingly heavy black rectangle in his free hand. "The money is here."

Then he pauses, making a face at what he sees.

“You’re definitely not my brother.”

“N-No, thank God,” Nate replies, voice dry as a desert. He’s sitting with his legs hanging off the edge of the bed and still has his jeans on from earlier, although Ryan notes with a lurch in his stomach that he can see dark spatters of blood soaked into them. Instead of a shirt he’s wearing one of those tie-in-the-back hospital gowns, pale blue and printed with tiny little flowers. “We can’t all h-h-have the misfortune.”

“I think you mean the epic good luck, thanks... besides, your weird-ass relationship with my brother would be much creepier.” Ryan recovers easily from the moment of surprise - expecting to see his tall, long-limbed brother and a shock of red hair and instead getting the shorter, more muscular, dark-haired Nate Vandrum.

“In, indeed.” Nate sighs and looks down at his hands. They’re heavily bandaged, the both of them, and Ryan swallows a little. “D-D-Danny is g-getting… he needed st-stitches on one of th-the cuts. He’ll b-b-be back in a bit.”

"And you?"

Nate shrugs. "I c-cut one hand. My b-b-bad hand is b… bruised, m-m-mostly, but I scraped the kn-knuckles, so they wrapped it up, t-too."

Ryan fights a sense of nervousness at walking into a place where Danny should be and finding him not there, shaking that off quickly enough as he pulls up one of those awful hospital chairs, designed to look like they’re padded but it still feels like you’re sitting on bumpy stone nothing anyway.

The last time he was in a hospital, Danny had pneumonia and it had been an absolute nightmare trying to deal with his terrors and trauma while Nate huddled in the waiting room, rubbing his hands together, utterly unable to do a fucking thing until Danny was sedated.

This time, Ryan walked into a room to find Nate Vandrum the patient, sitting perfectly still in a way that unsettles him. It makes him think of those nature documentaries with predators that just lie in wait. Nate is calm, placid even, his green eyes dark and fathomless.

Somehow, Ryan feels even less prepared for this.

He drops into the chair, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “So… on the phone, uh, you said you guys got attacked by someone? You weren’t… super up for giving me details at the time, so…”

Nate rolls his eyes - just barely - and Ryan fights a smile at the simple sign that he’s human. There are days Nate Vandrum feels more like a bit of stone or a robot following his brother around the world. “I w-w-was busy,” He says, not quite flat.

“Are you busy now?” He keeps the irritation out of his voice… but only just.

Nate glances down and over at him, and then sighs. His fingers twitch where they stick out from the bandages and he winces, a little. “I g-g-guess not. Someone… t-triggered Danny, at th-th-the bookstore.”

Ryan nods, slowly, hands folded over his stomach where he slumps gracefully into the chair - or at least does the best he can to slump, as the chair’s hard wooden back and awful pastel padded backing fights him every step of the way. “He triggers a lot. Less often now, and I don’t think at the bookstore in forever…”

“N-No, Michaelson,” Nate says, shaking his head. Ryan looks back up at him, noticing for maybe the first time how tired Nate looks. There are shadows under his eyes, around the bottoms of his cheekbones. He looks older than he is, and Ryan’s mocked him for it relentlessly before even knowing that he shouldn’t, but he can’t see anything to mock in that face right now. “This g-guy… triggered him on p-purpose.”

Ryan feels his heart still, for just a second, before it beats again. “On purpose? What… what do you mean, on purpose?”

Nate slumps over a little, shoulders hunching, resting his elbows on his thighs. “His n-n-name-... the guy th-that hurt D-Danny… is C-C-Connor M… Manning. He’s a p-prison guard at… at B-B-... at his p-p-prison.” He swallows, rubs at his face with one hand, and Ryan understands all at once - like cold water washing down his back - just why Nate looks so old sometimes.

It’d age anyone fast, to keep so much locked inside themselves for so long.

“Did he… he drove all this way?” Ryan’s voice drops into something closer to a whisper. “Just to, to get Danny fucked up? Did that-... that motherfucker tell him to?”

There is a rage that stirs in him at the thought, the buried anger that usually only comes out when he’s blackout drunk. He feels it inside him, pressing against the confines of his skin. His left hip starts to warm up oddly, like someone is holding a heating pad to it for too long.

“I d-d-don’t know y-yet. The cops t-t-took him in. Danny was s-s-sitting on a couch, I just… I just w-walked away for a second, Michaelson, it’s… just a second.” There was guilt on Nate’s face and in his voice, and some petty childish little voice in Ryan wanted to snap back you shouldn’t have, what were you thinking but the thing was… that was his mother’s voice. That was how she talked to Danny, about Ryan.

And he’d be damned if he was going to turn into Corrine today.

“I know,” He says instead and his voice is softer than he even meant it to be, and Nate looks up, surprised, to meet his eyes.

Honey-colored eyes (where are you from? Well-meaning people used to ask, and when Ryan would say Northern California, just like you they’d snort and then ask, with an awful subtle emphasis, no, no, where is your family from?) meet the dark, deep green.

Nate looks at him, a little stunned, and then his eyes drop back to his bandaged hands. “H-he, uh. Melody came and g-g-got me-”

“Melody? Oh, the one with pink hair. I like her. She’s an absolute doll. I went on a few dates with her a couple months back, but then, you know, Remy and I started talking more and…” He trails off. Nate’s face hasn’t changed, but somehow… Ryan catches himself anyway. “Sorry. You keep talking. I want to know.”

“Right. I d-d-don’t know what h-happened, and D-Danny’s not talking, or doesn’t kn-know… I’m not s-s-sure which. M-Melody told me Danny had l-left with some… some g-g-guy, and he looked… empty.”

Ryan nods, slowly. It’s his turn to look down at his hands. He knows the exact look Nate is describing - the vacancy in Danny’s face when he’s lost in the woods, every expression an effort laced with terrified resignation. Hunched over, making himself small, covering the parts he thinks will be hurt next. “Good of her to get you,” He offers, and Nate nods slowly.

“Right. I th-thanked her, I just-”

“I’ll thank her, too,” Ryan says, not quite a whisper.

“Good. She c-c-came with me, and we were looking ar, around but I c-c-couldn’t-... I was, was so s-s-sure for a second that I’d l-l-luh…” Nate’s voice began to shake and he puts his hands up over his face, hissing through his teeth at the pain, but he doesn’t drop them, he only presses harder, until he can calm his voice.

Ryan only watches.

“I was s-sure I’d l-lost him,” Nate finally finishes. “That we w-w-wouldn’t find him, that someone had t-t-taken him but without m-me this time, I c-couldn’t be th-there to help h-him survive it…”

Ryan swallows, hard, and sits slowly forward. When he reaches out to put a hand to Nate’s knee, the older man jumps, dropping his hands to stare wide-eyed at Ryan. “Hey. I, uh. I know what it’s like to lose him. I get you.”

Nate nods, very slowly, and then says, “When I f-f-found him, M-Manning was… c-c-cutting his, ah, B-Bram’s name for him into his st-stomach.”

Red.

The heat in his hip again, the bristling, boiling, coiled-up anger that Ryan wants so badly to find some outlet for. He can feel the hissing of it in the back of his mind, the simple fact that he could have ended that asshole that had hurt his brother, if it weren’t for the sense of being constricted, held in, trapped in some way he couldn’t name. By obligation, maybe, by who he was. Even if he deserved it, a Michaelson committing cold-blooded murder… “He was what?”

Nate stares at him. “Cutting h-his… p-puppy name into him. D-Danny was… he was in th-th-the woods. He, he was… Red.”

“That… that motherfucking son of a goddamn bitch.” Ryan takes in a deep, shaking breath, aware as he does that he can hear his own voice like it’s echoing around inside his skull.

There’s a long silence before Nate’s eyes begin to widen. “R-Ryan?”

Ryan can see every detail in his skin, every single pore, the individual black hairs on his head - hints of gray, here and there, just like Danny has a little silver. They said it was from the stress, the trauma, the years of it.

Ryan can feel, he can hear the song of blood rushing through Nate’s veins as his heart speeds up, begins to pound. He’s just so fucking alive, Nathaniel John Vandrum is so alive, and suddenly Ryan thinks that most people are just so small.

So small and so full of rivers of blood and they can lie circles around the green green land but they age fast and die in the end.

Where the fuck did that thought come from?

Nate ducks his head, looks at Ryan through his hair, the way he does when he’s frightened and trying to appease - what Ryan thinks of as his Looking at Denner face. His voice shakes again, and he’s so human. “Ryan, please let go of me-... your, your eyes-”

Ryan blinks and looks down to realize he has his hand closed around Nate’s bad knee so tightly his fingernails are digging in and fuck, he needs to clip them like yesterday, they’re nearly long enough to go right through the heavy denim fabric.

He yanks his hand back quickly. “Shit, Nate, I’m sorry, I… I just-... he was cutting Red into him?”

Nate nods, silent, his eyes moving from Ryan’s face to his hands and back to his face again. There’s a wary nervousness on his face that hadn’t been there before, and he shakes himself all over. “I s-s-saw him and I asked him what he was d-d-doing and th… the next thing I know, I’m b-b-beating the d-d-daylights out of him and D-D-Danny was t-t-telling me to, to stop.”

Ryan considers this, trying to press back his anger. Someone had hurt Danny… again. Life kept kicking his older brother while he was down, again and again, and Ryan only ever stood by and watched, absolutely unable to do a damn thing. He’s been complicit in every single awful thing his mother and father had ever done, he couldn’t help when Danny went missing, he had to stand in a different room while Danny filmed his testimony because it hurt, so badly, to not be able to help.

And now… this.

In this case, he’d been at the gym when Danny was triggered and absconded with, he’d been on a fucking weight machine because it was fucking arms day when some asshole was cutting his brother up, carving that motherfucker’s stupid fucking dog name into him-

“R-R-Ryan… please, your, y-y-your eyes,” Nate says, very low, the soft submissive voice he’d only used once with Ryan before, when Ryan’s hands were about to go around his neck and Nate had started seeing things, hallucinating him as Denner and his stupid dead sister.

Nate, hands bloody and bandaged from beating the shit out of someone who had hurt Danny, is scared of him.

Ryan snaps himself out of it, pressing one hand lightly on his hip. He can’t remember exactly when it started, but he ached there all the time now when he got really, really angry… Maybe just a blood pressure thing.

“Y-your eyes g-glow when you’re ah, angry,” Nate whispers, and Ryan blinks at him. He feels a little worn out, all of a sudden, and slumps back the way he had been before.

“What?” He rubs at his temple with the palm of one hand, a headache starting to inch its way in. Dehydrated, he thinks - he hadn’t had enough water today, and he’d been at the gym when he got the call and probably hasn’t had anything since...

“Y-y-your eyes gl… glowed… You g-g-glow when you’re ah, angry. Just l-like him.”

“No, I don’t.” Ryan frowns, unsettled by the open fear in Nate’s face. Scared of him - and, no matter what he felt about Nate, he didn’t want the older man to be scared of him. “Look, you’re seeing shit, like you said. You had a freakout, you did a really good thing, you’re just coming down from it. Danny sees shit all the fucking time.”

“I’m n-not Danny,” Nate says, but he looks uncertain, now. Second-guessing himself. “I t-t-take my pills, I see Dr. Rosa, I haven’t h-had a visual one s-s-since…”

“Doesn’t mean you won’t have one today. When’s the last time someone actually attacked Danny?”

Nate doesn’t answer, but his green eyes have turned inward, and Ryan sighs, wondering how long he’ll have to sit with his brother’s boyfriend pretending to get along. There’s a long silence punctuated only by the ticking of a clock hanging off the wall over by the hospital room’s TV. Ryan can hear nurses chatting down the hall, the squeaky sound of someone rolling an IV with a bad wheel.

Somewhere, they are sewing his brother up - and Ryan quirks a hint of a bitter smile. “Hey, I should tell you something, Vandrum.”

Nate rakes a hand back through his hair - then hisses at the flash of pain.

Ryan barely hides his laugh. “Oh, no, you won’t have access to your all-time favorite nervous habit. You’re going to be a fucking mess, huh?”

Nate drops his hand, slowly, and glances down at Ryan with that same unsettled expression. Any other day, he’d snap back, have some retort, and they’d both leave feeling like they either won or at least held up their end of things fairly well.

Today…

Ryan eventually sighs. “Hey. Look. Before I’m any more of an asshole than I already am-”

“Too late,” Nate says dryly, miraculously without stuttering through the words.

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious.” Ryan rolls his eyes, and Nate cracks a smile - faint and barely there, but he sees it. Both of them slowly begin to relax. “I wanted to say… um… thanks. For going after him, for… for stopping the guy. For busting the shit out of your already-busted hand to defend my brother. All of it. I’m.. sorry I wasn’t there, to back you up.”

“You’re s-s-sorry you weren’t th-there? On our d-d-date with us?” Nate raises an eyebrow - just the one, all by itself, and it’s a skill Ryan would kill to master.

“... fuck off, you know what I mean. At least you admit you’re dating now, you gave him a ring and still didn’t admit-”

“I l-love him.” Nate cut him off, voice suddenly firm and stronger than it had been before. “Ah. We s-said it today... I l-love him.”

Ryan is silent, staring at him, and then says in a low voice, “Well I should fucking hope so, Vandrum, because otherwise you’ve been mooching off my brother’s total adoration for you for a year now. Why are you telling me something I already know?”

“Y-you knew?”

“Of course I knew. I can read people, my brother best of all, and he was in love with you a long time before I had to look at your fucking face every day while I’m trying to eat breakfast.” Ryan sighs and pulls his credit card back out, fiddles with it. It’s plain black, with the faintest shimmer if you turn it the right way under the light. He’d been so proud of himself when Dad gave him his first card attached to the family account.

What’s… what’s the limit on this, Dad?

The limit is ‘don’t do anything stupid’.

The silence draws out between them, but it’s a little more companionable than it had been before. Finally, Nate shifts around a little, and Ryan glances over at him, then at the TV, playing some kind of mindless house-hunting show. I think the last time I was in a hospital and someone wasn’t watching HGTV I was ten and it was when Danny fell out of the tree.

“Look…” Ryan clears his throat when his voice catches, tries again. “Look. I want to say something to you about this bullshit you have going with my brother. You buying him that ring, and all that.”

Nate looks at him, and something in his jaw sets. “I w-w-won’t apologize for the r-ring, Michaelson. He d-d-deserves something to r, remind him.”

Looking at Nate’s face, Ryan is reminded of the cold, hostile mask he had worn at trial, self-protective, an attempt to keep Abraham Denner from seeing him get upset. Nate had said more than once Denner fed on it, and Ryan had to admit, he did seem to leave every day energized when everyone else was exhausted.

“I’m not asking you to apologize for the ring, jackass. I wanted to say…” He flips the card over, looks at his name printed on the back. “I just… don’t fuck it up.”

“What?” Nate blinks - this is clearly not what he expects to hear.

“Don’t fuck it up. My brother’s whole life, everyone around him wants somebody else more than him… except for me, I guess. He’s my only brother and the only one I want, anyway. But… everybody else. Mom, Dad, his boyfriends in high school and college… everyone decides they want someone else, and they fuck right off, and the universe kicks my brother in the balls once again.”

“M-Michaelson, I don’t intend-”

“Shut up and listen. I get that you two… that you figured each other out or something, up there.” Ryan waves one hand in the air, as though Canada were a mile in the air instead of several hundred miles north. “I get it. But he’s my big brother, and he’s kind of my little brother, too, now, after everything that happened to him…” He swallows, and leans forward, catching Nate’s eyes and holding them.

“Vandrum, if you fuck this up - if you hurt him, if you add one more kick to the balls for my big and little brother… please trust me that some asshole in an alley is the least of your problems. If you break his heart, I will fucking murder you.”

Nate stares at him, and then starts to laugh, leaning slowly over. He has a low, deep laugh that breaks out of him, as though he works so hard to keep it inside that he’s sort of forgotten the sound. “I h-h-haven’t been given this s-speech since I was, ah, y-y-younger than y-you. And last t-time it was his father, and h-he had a sh, shotgun.”

“I don’t have guns - not on me, anyway - but I do have the amazing superpower of being a little brother who waited four fucking years to see Danny smile again.” Ryan shrugs, holding his hands out with palms to the ceiling in a ‘what can you do’ gesture. “I mean it, Vandrum. Thanks for saving him today, and… for saving him before, too, I guess. But if you fuck up and hurt him, I will definitely make your death slow and painful.”

Nate smiles at him, the scar at one corner of his mouth pulling it just slightly to the side. After a second he holds out one bandaged hand, leaning over, and Ryan meets it - not shaking, he’s too hurt for that. They touch palms, a bare brush of fingers, and call that enough. “Deal.”

“I will murder you.”

“G-Got it.”

“Very, very slowly.”

“Y-Yes, you s-s-said that.”

“With a really confusing murder weapon so the cops never know what killed you.”

“Right.”

They sit there smiling at each other until Danny comes back, pushed in a wheelchair that he looks almost comically too tall to actually sit in.

Ryan turns to look at his brother, relieved just to see the clear blue eyes. The scarring around his face, his neck, his hands and arms… all of it to Ryan is just part of who Danny is, now. He never bats an eyelash at it, it all means Danny lived, that he came home.

Nate Vandrum set a fire - and Nate Vandrum beat a guy half to death in an alleyway - and Ryan had to admit… he was maybe 10% less of an asshole than Ryan told everyone he was.

“Hey, Ryan,” Danny says, with a lopsided smile. “You came to drive us home?”

“I came to pay your medical bills, you doof.” Ryan says, rolling his eyes. Then he looks up at the nurse, flashing her his most brilliant smile. She blushes, just a little, and he reads across her face an easy enough story of how quickly she would give him her number if he asked.

Too bad, he thinks. Remy’s been calling again, and… he’ll skip the opportunity, this time. Maybe next time, though.

“Is there someone from billing I could talk to?” Ryan asks her, and watches her tuck a bit of hair behind her ear with a smile.

“You’re his brother?” She asks, head tilting his slightly.

Ryan laughs. “Yes. I’m Ryan Michaelson. I’m also the money.”

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advernia · 5 years

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fic: the world in her heart, her heart in his hands

— there’s uncharted territory on the far side of the moon, like that forest near some village and that cottage on a hill. - the queen of hearts/alice the second.

1: yEEHAW you're welcome + thank you for requesting such a cute prompt!!! hope you enjoy this one! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ — additional post-reading notes here!

t h i r t y —

They land near a tree.

He lands first, light on his feet and grass crunching under his weight. When he raises his head to look up at the sky, there's a whole canvas of twinkling stars high above his head; but a mess of dancing blonde hair and multiple layers of blue cloth are about to fall upon him instead.

So he extends his arms and opens his hands, and within seconds there she lands - one arm comes across the fabric of her blouse and fingers grasp firmly onto the shape of her shoulder, while the other arm now supports her skirts and the back of her knees.

"Really now," he sniffs, looking down at her face that's covered by her hands, "is that what you're supposed to be doing when falling down from the sky? Close your eyes and wait for an inevitable impact?"

An eye tentatively cracks open, peeking out from lithe fingers. "Maybe - I mean, people normally don't just fall from the sky, Jonah."

"Do you realize that your statement loses all credibility when it's you of all people who says it?"

She huffs, a comeback at the ready but then the unfortunate oak tree behind them abruptly cries out in anguish: something crashes through its many fine layers of flourishing leaves, breaks loudly through a series of its branches, then announces its grand landing with a triumphant thump on the ground.

The pair just stare at the object for some time, stray leaves now floating about and around them.

"... What exactly did you pack into that suitcase?"

t w e n t y n i n e —

The clock tower she calls the Big Ben is a magnificent structure - it stands impressively high and complete with a spire that could reach the heavens, whatever mechanism keeping half the building alight makes its copper paint body shine a regal gold, and each detail of the four clock faces it has are visible from even quite a distance. He watches the hour and the minute hands of the clocks meet at the twelfth hour, and what happens as a result is a resonating chime from the tower that he's sure could reach every corner and alley of the city.

The deep boom echoes reaches deep in his ears and echoes in his very being, not so insufferably loud but the bell's melody that pours out from the tower is almost spellbinding. He's standing very still until she tugs lightly at his sleeve, taking the opportunity to slip her hand into his and twine their fingers together.

"If you keep on staring with your mouth wide open," she giggles, urging him to move forward, "something might just land on your tongue!"

He wrinkles his nose, a touch of heat spreading in his cheeks. He pulls their shared suitcase along, and they continue with their trudge through the otherwise empty cobblestone street.

"Wha - could you not exaggerate? My mouth was not wide open at all!"

"Yes, yes. Now, let's try finding an open inn first, shall we? It's nicer if we tour the streets of London during the day, and even better if we're both well-rested!"

The first inn they find is run by an aged couple - she's asking about the rates while he takes a look around the place, starting with the room's general structure.

Four wooden walls surrounding him, floorboards under his feet, lamps attached to a high ceiling - it's nothing new but at the same time it is, with how everything appeared... inexact, rough around the edges. If one would take time to observe the carpentry, nails on the same board took a different alignment to that of the other boards surrounding it, and every board didn't share an equal standard of security or alignment to the floors or walls at all. Then there's the ceiling, with some parts of its expanse decorated by planks over planks creating odd patch-like shapes... were those meant to cover holes? If so, it was a temporary solution at best, and it sacrificed any semblance of aesthetic in the process.

A true result of manmade labor, he supposes. The Land of Reason wasn't familiar with the luxury and convenience of magic, after all.

Even the sheets and covers drawn over their bodies were a touch different to his skin too - it wasn't a lack of warmth or comfort, but perhaps an issue of sensation. The air he breathes feels a tad too thin in his lungs, the noises outside their window unfamiliar and borderline grating, beams of weak light that managed to pass through the curtains forming shadows that were rather odd and suspicious.

"Are you okay?" she asks, her face coming into his line of view and slowly edging closer. The crease of her brow and the blue of her eyes are big and wide, and somehow it makes him wonder.

Is this what you felt the first night you fell into Cradle?

"I'm fine," he whispers, body moving closer to her side of the bed. "I was just wondering if you have an itinerary prepared, that's all."

"I wouldn't say it's an itinerary, but I do have a couple of locations in mind," she grins from ear to ear. "I've been thinking about them for a while now, and I think they're places in London that would interest you the most!"

"Is that so?" a mild discomfort ebbs away into a tinge of amusement, giving way to memories of staged dates that make him smirk. "Are you truly going to impress me this time?"

She seems to have understood his reference, because she's grinning more like a loon now. Her forehead presses lightly against his, her reply oozes with a nice confidence.

"Of course I will - just you wait and see!"

t w e n t y s e v e n —

It's their third day, their third sunrise in London - he finds the complementary teas that the old couple brew during breakfast to be quite wonderful, and he's wondering about what blend would be served today when she suddenly pulls him over to sit in front of the vanity, a question on her lips.

"Can magic crystals alter appearances - of course they can! Why are you..." he trails off with a frown, brows knitting together as arms cross themselves across his chest. "... Wait a minute. Are you suggesting I alter my appearance?"

Her smile reeks of guilt. "Maybe I am? Look, I know you intended to use those crystals in case of an emergency - "

"So are you implying that how I naturally appear is some form of an emergency now?"

"Ahhh - you saw what happened yesterday when your hat was blown away by the wind! People couldn't just stop staring at you and the color of your hair, even when we were practically running away from the Trafalgar Square!"

"Ah, that? Can you blame them? If anything else, I'm delighted to have effortlessly achieved that kind of effect on the citizens of London!" he shrugs casually, then his lips quirk upwards. "Hm, by some chance... are you also jealous of the attention I received from all those women?"

"Jeal - I am not!" she huffs, turning her head to the side. She's mumbling something to herself as her arms cross themselves across her chest too, and that makes him chuckle.

"... Really?"

"Really!"

"Hmph. Alright then, can you at least explain why - " he leans forward, one hand reaching out to gently take hold of her chin and turn her head to face him, " - your cheeks are as red as a rose?"

He holds his gaze and his grip on her with a smug smile lighting up his fine, very fine features.

Despite the embarrassment burning even further in her cheeks, she couldn't bring herself to look away.

The group of ladies seated at the table right behind them are staring while chatting, most definitely. She puts her teacup back down on its saucer and the china rings out, maybe a bit louder from what was considered to be polite - of course, he catches onto this and looks up from the newspaper he insisted on reading daily, those golden eyes set on her.

You and you alone, he promised.

"What's wrong?" his voice calls, bringing her back to the present.

She glances at that eyebrow, at his hair - what used to be silver was now a lustrous shade of inky black, a normal color to be seen walking around the streets of London. But that, combined with his ever so-noble bearing and a form-fitting suit of dark navy blue, made him seem... much more striking to the public eye, for some reason. The occasional passerby would even stop in their tracks and gaze at their direction with pointed looks, voices loud enough to be heard!

Royalty, she heard some say. A dapper gentleman, others would coo behind their feathered fans.

So much for being inconspicuous, she muses. Despite the not-so-subtle attention though, something like pride bubbled inside her.

"Nothing," her expression smooths into a smile, then she directs her energy and attention to her food instead.

t w e n t y t h r e e —

They end up in the London Library two hours after breakfast.

It's a curious establishment open to the public that smelled of aged paper, dried inks, and cheerful sunlight streaming from large windows - occupying both sides of the room and reaching as high as the ceiling, every section of tall shelves that extended from the entrance to the end of the hall are filled with books of various shapes, spines, and sizes; and positioned carefully in the middle of the room are two long rows of chairs and desks waiting to be used. They go through each topic and sections of every shelf, made possible with the aid of a ladder - she points out what's fictional and what's not, and when he pulls out a book and goes through its contents out of sheer interest, she reads along with him in silence.

They fail to realize that they spend their time reading well into the afternoon.

"Alright - so from my understanding, you're saying that the current monarch, Queen Victoria, rules over these group of countries; and as a whole it's referred to as... the United Kingdom?"

"That's right. And in this part of the map, in the country of England... here's London! It looks pretty small, doesn't it?"

"It really is... and to think that London is just one of the many areas around the country! Have you gone to other places around England?"

"Mm... just a few. Okay, let's start around here - there's the towns of Taunton, Bridgwater, and Glastonbury that are pretty close to the village I was born in, and..."

e i g h t e e n —

Repeated clanging of high-pitched bells rattle the group of birds that roost on tree branches, and the great noise is accompanied by the sharp squealing and creaking of metals till only the faint hiss of steam being released into the air remains. She pays no mind to the sudden disturbance to the peace of their sunny picnic in St. James Park, and instead proceeds to taking a bite out of her sandwich.

He's quite intrigued, though.

"Another mechanical beast has returned to the station, I see."

She manages not to choke on the lettuce.

"It's called a train, Jonah."

"I know. And if you have to be so technical about it, it's also called a steam locomotive, powered by a mechanism known as a steam traction engine."

"... I'm sure I asked this a few times now, but do you want to ride one?"

"Well! Since you keep on insisting, then I guess it wouldn't hurt to ride on that just once. Do you have a destination in mind, though?"

"Hmm... that's a tough question! Going up, we can visit Cambridge, Peterborough, or if you're alright with a longer ride, Nottingham! There's also Brighton, Winchester, and Southampton below... oh, or maybe Swindon, Gloucester, or Bristol! There's a chocolate industry in Bristol that I've always been curious about, and..."

"Anywhere sounds fi - oh, wait. Correct me if I'm wrong, but the town of Glastonbury is close to Bristol, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is. Oh, but there's a train that goes from London to Glastonbury, you know - do you want to take that one instead?"

"Not exactly. You see, I've been thinking about this a few days before we were to visit the Land of Reason..."

f o u r t e e n —

Her hand, warm as always, touches his forearm. When he turns his head to look at her, she's smiling softly.

"Are you nervous?"

He clears his throat, takes hold of her gloved fingers and squeezes. "Maybe. At least tell me that is going to be nothing similar to that terrible bus ride last week."

Her laugh sounds kind - she rests her head on his shoulder, thumb tracing soothing patterns onto his hand.

"Riding a train is much more comfortable than falling down from the sky, though. Oh, and it's better than teleporting using magic, too! No dizzying side effects."

"That's simply because you're not used to it," he rolls his eyes, but his lips are no longer a taut line. "Perhaps when we get back to Cradle, you should try getting accustomed to it."

She hums for a bit, but it's soon drowned out by a simultaneous ringing outside of their coach - seconds later there's the angry hissing of steam that joins the chorus of bells, shouts, footsteps; and on impulse he finds himself sitting straighter in his seat.

She chuckles, pointing to the blinds drawn over the windows. "Is it okay if I pull them open?"

He takes in a deep breath before nodding firmly.

"Yeah - it's fine."

n i n e —

Above and beyond his reach is the seemingly neverending stretch of a vibrant blue sky, no clouds drifting about and a bright sun leading their way.

Surrounding him are open lands of verdant green; from the swaying grass growing all around the mountains to the strange plants forming unkempt bushes away from the paths and to the groups of trees with their leaves clumping around each other. On occasion there would be a house standing tall or the body of a train moving towards some distance, but those sights would eventually be replaced by more views of the nature landscapes.

His boots follow the traces of a well-worn path that had long imprinted itself on the ground, each step a dull thump to the soil. Walking beside him, her boots make the same sound too; light and matching his pace.

They suit her better, modest blouses along with those skirts that go just a little further past her knees but not extending to her ankles or length on level with her feet. The fashion that women from London and Bristol adapted were skirts that were domed and bell-shaped, along with those tight bodices that would reach high up their necks. He has to admit though, seeing her dress similarly to the trend for weeks was unusual and... fascinating, especially when she started smoothing her hair into a neat bun that would rest at the nape of her neck.

The high ponytail she donned right now made her look equally adorable, too.

"Okay, now that we're walking from Bristol to Glastonbury, just like you asked..." her voice adapts a sing-song tune, "What do you think of the countryside?"

"It feels better, somehow. I don't mind the hustle and bustle of busy streets, but it's also comforting and necessary to have a change of pace," he turns to her, watching her blonde hair bounce along to her movements. "Are you really okay with walking all the way, though? That Bristol innkeeper mentioned that we would take at least eight or possibly ten hours on foot."

She puffs her cheeks and chest out with pride. "Of course I am! I'll have you know that I prefer walking to riding buses, carriages, or trains!"

"Is it because the fares can get too expensive?"

"There's that, but it's mostly out of personal preference!"

"Hmm, you sure sound confident. Does that mean I don't need to carry you even if you get tired?"

"Don't be silly - we can stop and rest in the villages we'll come across along the way! Besides, carrying me and pulling the suitcase along in this heat? That would be terrible!"

"Are you underestimating both my strength and stamina? I've gone through worse trials - why, I wager that I can carry you and the suitcase all the way to Glastonbury without a single stop for rest!"

"...! As if I'd actually allow you to do that!"

s i x —

There must've been some sort of celebration going on.

It's late and they're about to return to the inn, but then ecstatic voices, lively claps, united stomps of feet, and a happy number played out by the strings of guitars and violins catch their attention and have them looking their way to the Glastonbury town square; eyes wide open as they watched the spectacle not so far away from where they stood.

Pairs of men and women dance to the beat of the surrounding audience's encouragement and to the melody of a song, nimble footwork and spins of cloth all seemingly in sync. It's the pair in the middle that catches her eyes, though: she notes that the man is dressed in a dark suit, while the woman in a flowing dress of white with a veil on her head that's as long as her hair.

It's a wedding, she mouths.

That would explain the petals of colorful flowers thrown in handfuls, the great smiles and pelts of laughter, plentiful tables of food and tankards of ale on the sides, pretty lanterns and gas lamps burning their brightest to illuminate the whole square. The blanket of stars in the night sky seemed to agree with the occasion too, with even the smallest of constellations twinkling in their best light to congratulate the newlywed couple.

Jaunty steps and lively music played on as they continued to watch from afar - children close to the square catch them staring though: without even realizing it, they've been surrounded by the chirpy munchkins that tug at their hands and push at their backs, and they don't stop their assault until they've stepped into the square and are swept into the flow of the dance.

He had to hand it to those little brats, they went away as quick as they suddenly came.

"... Is this a dance commonly performed for weddings here in England?" he whispers as he mimics the movements of the pairs nearby - three quick steps forward, a dramatic sway forwards to draw one's face teasingly close to their partner's, then an abrupt retreat backwards in five strides. She chuckles as she chases after his trail in a series of twirls, and when she extends a hand to rest on his left shoulder, she also draws her face close and together they sway sideways.

"No," her voice is airy as he spins her once, and when they're facing each other again she's grinning. "This is a folk dance."

The men began to let go of the hands of their partners, and he finds himself doing that same motion too - her fingers slip away from his grasp and he watches her twirl away from him this time; her loose hair, skirts, and stray petals billowing around her frame as she went.

He doesn't need to glance at the pair across from them to know that he was to follow.

f i v e —

This is it.

They've arrived.

The wooden walls of the cottage on the hill are painted by the deep hues of sunset reds and golds.

Together they stand in front of a closed thatched door: she lifts her right hand up, curls it into a fist, knuckles about to rap on the surface.

But for some reason she stops halfway, lips pursed and gaze downcast. He waits for a few seconds before reaching out for her left hand, squeezing lightly.

She looks at the fine silver strands of his hair, the gold of his eyes, the confident smile on his lips.

He nods once, slowly but surely. She takes a deep breath before nodding back, then her knocks echo on the wood.

They wait for the door to open.

They wait for their future.

When the door creaks open and a middle-aged man comes into their view, he hears a year and a half's worth of emotion catch in her throat.

"Father," her voice cracks.

z e r o —

Her parents did tell him that when she was younger, she enjoyed camping by the village's woods.

A long time has passed since then - the little girl had grown into a lady and the woods have flourished even further too, but it doesn't surprise him at all that she seemed to still know her way through and around the winding forest paths. They leave the comfort of their shoes and a roaring campfire behind them for all that matters now is the grass and soil under their bare feet, slivers of moonlight passing through the numerous crowns of seemingly endless trees, and the touch of her hand pulling him along to her whims.

It's almost shameful, how he just allows himself to be swept along by another's pace. But in this forest and in this world; no one recognizes him as the Queen of Hearts of Cradle's Red Army or as the rightful heir to the Clemence family's long-standing legacy. Here and now, he's just a man named Jonah Clemence; a mere visitor to the Land of Reason, a man who willingly chose to stumble into the world - the wonderland - of his beloved.

He chose to fall because he wished to see the beauty of her world with his own eyes, to stand in the park that had changed her life and explore anywhere else beyond that point. And well enough, he's gone through a city and towns of various shapes, sizes, and stories to tell. He beheld and found himself fascinated by preserved landmarks and proud monuments even if he couldn't properly comprehend their exact significance, stared at paintings and sights bursting with all sorts of colors and depth that he's never encountered before. He witnessed variations of how the sun of her world would rise higher and higher on the horizon, observed how the stars would gradually take their proper places in a dimming sky.

He chose to fall because he wished to gain an understanding of her world and to see how different it was from his own, to surrender himself to the culture of a land where magic didn't exist and science reigned instead. Many, many, things have baffled him and caught him off-guard; ranging from all sorts of areas like social standing and etiquette, currency and pricing, languages and speech patterns, beliefs and philosophies, and the list went on and on each day that passed by. Books, newspapers, observations, and her explanations could only tell him so much, and when he finds himself at a loss and no closer to a satisfactory comprehension; he develops a greater appreciation for the similarities in both worlds that he always managed to discover when he's at the peak of his frustration.

He chose to fall because he wished to have a taste of the flavors she enjoyed the most, to know the origins of the occasional odd recipe she would cook up. It's strange how even something plain like water tasted and felt different from how his tongue recalls it to be; and there began his exploration of various cuisines, treats and desserts, beverages, aromas and textures that were as vast and variable as a painter's color palette. Each meal or snack brought about another interesting point of craftsmanship and consistency to ponder about, carved new flavors and aftertastes that made themselves memorable in his mouth.

And most of all - he chose to fall in hopes of seeing the place where she was born and raised, to walk the road leading to that cottage on the hill and to finally meet her parents.

A month's worth of time - years worth, even - simply wasn't enough for him to fully experience, see, feel, and savor whatever her world had to offer.

It wasn't enough time for him to learn, too - he's still in the process of pronouncing all those new words right, forming a clearer picture of the Land of Reason's extensive history, wrapping his head around the starkly different perspectives on what was called religion, analyzing the workings of the militaries throughout every country and continent.

But he's been welcomed into her village, introduced to and was warmly accepted by her parents - so that felt like more than enough time well-spent.

He's running in the woods.

The air rushing by is cool against his flushed skin, grass brushing against his toes soft and tickling, heartbeat roaring almost pleasantly in his ears. Tonight he relives the brief period of freedom he had as a boy, blood singing with the revival of childish enthusiasm and youth.

He's chasing after the fluttering ends of her white summer dress, after the locks of her blonde hair and her moonlight-touched skin, after the echoes of her giddy laughter and lighthearted taunts. It's like she's reliving her time in the woods too, and in an instant she is fleet-footed and so charmingly carefree.

He jumps over the roots of aged trees; she swings away using tall branches. She attempts to crouch and hide behind bushes and tree trunks, but he's already running towards her even before she can try. There were those close calls where he was sure that she was within his reach, but then she always managed to surprise him and slip away from his grasp.

They forget how their chase began in the first place and lose track of how long they have been running and running, but eventually they find themselves right back where they started: back in the clearing where their shoes are neatly set beside each other and where their campfire weakly burns, fireflies have appeared in their absence and taken residence around the area. They're a rowdy bunch that keep frisking up and down then left and right, go up in the sky then swoop close to the ground, and she becomes the first onlooker to the odd motions of their dance.

The moment she stops and stares is the moment he rejoices in the sweet joys of his victory - he finally, finally, gets to hold her; reaching out quick and circling his arms around her waist, pulling her close, and pressing her back flush against his chest. He buries his head on her shoulder and in the canopy of her hair, breathing in her distinct scent mixing with sweat and ears ringing with the sound of her surprised yelp. She squirms a bit but it's not enough to make them stumble and fall to the ground, to make them land on their unfurled sleeping bags that he insisted to be put very close to each other.

They just stay like that for a few seconds.

"You..." he breathes out when he finally lifts his head, and when he does she turns her head to see his face. "... you'd better not start running away from me again."

She giggles, resting her arms on his own. "I won't. I'm all yours, Jonah - and I always will be."

The bright full moon shines down on her face and illuminates her smile, highlighting the loving sparkle to the blue of her eyes.

There they were, standing in the middle of a sudden firefly-infested clearing, man and woman acting like silly children: they're both slightly out of breath, their skin is all sweaty, their hair and clothes are in mild disarray, and the soles of their feet caked in greens and browns.

She's a mess - the both of them are.

But that doesn't stop him from pressing his lips against hers, relishing her taste on his mouth, on his tongue - as if giving them some privacy, a modest cloud drifts by and covers the prying eyes of the moon, making the groups of fireflies silent witnesses to a love that transcended two separate worlds, swords and magic, conspiracies and a war, and most of all, of judgement and status.

When the cloud floats away from the moon their lips pull apart too - they share a knowing smile before they simply lean on each other and cuddle close to their mingling warmth, his arms still around her waist and the tips of her fingers drawing shapes on his skin.

They bask in the comforting silence, in the light of the moon and in the midst of jittery fireflies until his ears catch a play of strings - they're gentle and almost languid, the brief pauses in between plucks building up into a crescendo that smoothly shifts to the pace of an adagio, only to recreate the playful effect of the crescendo just a couple group of notes later. It's another tune he's unfamiliar with, but he supposes that it isn't unpleasant to his ears.

She could hear it too, her feet starting to tap along to the melody - seconds later he feels the shift of her waist as she sways, so he releases his hold on her and instead spins her around to face him.

The sound of the guitar still creeps into the forest, fireflies still flicker around the clearing with enthusiasm, their sleeping bags are still cold and their campfire has gone out.

"I recall someone saying that she would teach me the steps of her village's folk dance," he chides lightly.

She blinks for a moment, then a smile pulls at the corners of her mouth.

"Someone has a sharp memory!" her hands draw themselves together into a soft clap. "Well then, does the good sir want to start learning now?"

He lets out a laugh, executing the elegant flourish of a bow before taking her hand and brushing his lips over her knuckles.

"Only if the lady would be so kind as to start teaching me," he says with a wink.

The laughter that tumbles out of her lips sounds like bird song.

30 days remain before the next full moon...

#ikemen kakumei #ikemen revolution #ikerev fanfic #jonah clemence #ikerev alice #awawa posted thru mobile bc i forgot to queue this yesterday sobs #i'll go over this after my rounds... tumblr mobile might've botched formatting lmao #on another note: i do hope everyone + loved ones are doing well & making an effort to stay physically + mentally healthy! please take care!

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Hey guys, I'm not dead or anything, it's just that I haven't drawn/painted anything. I how no ideas, but I do have a bunch of story ideas that imma try to do.

But anyways enjoy the emotional crap!

(Yellow's pov)

"So.....what's wrong?"

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"What's wrong? Oh, nothing is wrong" Blue diamond says nervously. I gently place a gloved hand on her baby bump, I rub slow circles on her. "C'mon Blue, I know you better than that".

Blue lets out a sigh, she places her cold hand on mine and looks me directly in the eyes. "I'm going to try to be as honest with you as I can" she looks down at my hand and squeezes it "but there is something I want to do before you decide to hate me".

"Hate you? I would nev-mphff" Blue cuts me off by placing a firm kiss on my lips, I move my free hand to cup her cheek.

Blue finally breaks the kiss and takes a shaky breath in, she rests against the headboard of my bed and summons a screen.

"I...have something for you to listen to" Blue types something out "I've been umm, recording more logs"

This isn't good, the last time she recorded logs was when we thought Pink got shattered. I shudder from the memory of stumbling upon one, she started off speaking about how much Pink is frustrating her with the much and the colony, then it cuts off to her trying to speak but she starts sobbing. The worst part was it lasted about half a cycle.

Blue finally finds what she looking for. "This was for when I give birth, i-if I didn't make it". Blue hits the play button and I brace myself for what im about to hear.

"Log date 126 3 58. If you are listening to this, that probably means I'm gone and you've randomly stumbled upon this. You've already probably heard my other two recent logs, and I'm sorry."

"If this is my daughter listening I know it sounds like I hated you, but I-I don't? It's hard for me to explain, a-and please tell your mom that this is not her fault, it's mine".

"Blue?" I shoot her a confused look "I-I don't under-". Blue shushes me " there's more" her voice cracks.

"Log continuation. Yellow, if you are the one that is listening to this, I want you to know that this is not in any way your fault (it's mine). You didn't make me feel this way (I did). And I don't want you to think that you did this to me or that I hate you for this. I want you to know that I will always love you, no matter what you do with the time that we have left I'll still love you."

Even if Blue's aura isn't out I can feel her sorrow and her pain lingering in the room. Blue is trying very hard to not show it, but I can see a few tears start to build in those cerulean blue eyes of hers.

After a few minutes of listening to Blue's recording go on and on about how this isn't my fault and I shouldn't blame myself, Blue quietly switches to a different recording.

"L-log date *sniff* 126 3-3 60. Y-Yellow I'm so-orry" Is, is she sobbing in this one? "I didn't m-mean to. This-s is all my f-fault. I sh-hould have r-reacted better."

"I-it's just...I d-don't...I don't like th-h-his" the crying gets louder and louder, I look away from the screen and turn to Blue. She closes the screen then looks at me with tearful eyes.

Tears are now freely rolling down her cheeks "Blue, I-I don't understand" I wipe a few tears off of her face "what don't you like?"

"T-this" Blue chokes on her tears, she places her hand back on her baby belly "I-I've been t-trying to hide h-how" Blue cuts herself off with a coughing fit.

I make her sit up completely and I rub her back. "H-how I feel" Blue desperately tries to wipe away her tears, but more and more form.

After a few minutes of crying, her tears have now slowed down to the point where she can actually speak "and what exactly do you feel?" I ask very gently and calmly.

Blue thinks for a moment"I-I don't know" she sobs as more tears form. She aggressively rubs her red eyes with her sleeves, I grab her arms and I hold them in her lap.

"I don't feel v-very happy a-about being pre-egnant" I pull Blue into my lap and place one hand on her stomach and hold her hand with my other.

I bury my face into her soft hair and lovingly squeeze her hand. "I-It's not that I d-don't want them, we-ell I do, but I-I" Blue cries.

"We-e both know w-what happe-ened to Pink a-and Steven" I pull away from her soft hair "that he has to deal with problems?" I interrupt.

"T-that *sniff*, a-and I'll be g-gone" Blue sobs even harder "a-a-and you'll have t-to raise the *sniff* g-geml-lings by you-urself" Blue weeps into her hands, I gently rub her back.

Blue hiccups and wraps her arms around her stomach. "I won't be alone, Steven could try and help, I don't know how much he'll actually be able to help" I mutter the last part to myself, but Blue hears it and cries harder.

"Hey, and I'll have White! She's has had to deal with three young diamonds and I've had to deal with two and a half, we'll be okay" I place a kiss on the back of her head.

"B-but what i-if I don't w-want t-t-to go? I don't w-want to leave y-you." Blue turns around to face me, her eyes are a dull red. Her entire face is drenched in tears, snot, and probably sweat.

Blue lets out a painful groan as she clutches her belly. "I think you should rest, all the stress isn't good for you."

"I-I'm fine" Blue clearly lies, she starts coughing again, but this time harder. I move closer towards her to help, but she pushes me back "mmm...I'm fi-ine".

"Are you sure? You should get some rest, you've been" Blue cuts me off "under a l-lot of stress, I know" Blue wipes away the last of her tears.

Blue falls onto the bed and face-first into her pillow, I lay on my side and prop myself up with my elbow. Blue turns and looks at me.

"I want you to know, I love you" Blue's almost glowing cerulean blue eyes gazes at mine. "A-and do you forgive me?"

Shit. After dealing with her confession? I totally forgot why I was upset at her. I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. If I say I forgive her, I won't forgive myself for almost lying to her. But if I say I don't forgive her, it'll only make things worse.

My lack of response makes Blue sigh, her eyes water up again and she mutters something to quiet for me to hear.

"I-if it helps, I'm not mad at you anymore" I give her a slight smile.

"C'mon, I let out some of my feelings, it's your turn to share" she sluggishly pokes my arm.

"No really, I'm not very mad at you" I shoot her a go-to-sleep look. She just half-heartedly smiles at me, she huffs and pulls the blankets onto herself when I don't say anything.

I lay down beside her and wrap my arm around her, I smile as she snuggles into it. I listen to her slow and deep breathing as she falls further and further into slumber.

(Dreamworld and Blue's pov)

I lift myself up out of some orange and yellow foliage, I delicately grab a leaf (as Steven calls it) between my thumb and index finger. I decide to look around, there's nothing much out here besides a red human settlement with something going through it and a tree (which is what I'm sitting under).

I carefully stand up and shake off any leaves or twigs that would be in my dress, I pick some of the foliage from my dark blue hair.

Hmm, guess I'm in the past? I carefully walk over to the structure, making sure I don't step on any rocks or anything. I run my hand over the weathered painted wood. If I'm in the past, why does this structure seem so new and familiar?

I move in front of the two very large red doors, maybe if I open it I can see where I'm at? I firmly grasp one of the rusty handles and pull the sliding doors open.

I walk inside the dark and warm structure, I quietly close the door behind me, I look around for a light switch of sorts but all I can find is a glowing green panel.

I quickly press it and a very light green crystal chandelier instantly turns on, I blink a few times as my eyes adjust to the light. I look around the room, it has gorgeous darkish green walls, with white floors and a lime green carpet in the middle of the room.

To the left of the door is a beautiful wood aqua crib, with a cyan blanket hanging off of the side. With a little spinning thing on top (I'll have to ask Steven what it's called), and a plush looking aqua pillow.

I walk over to it and run my hand over carved smooth carved wood, and at the corner of the crib the design turns into a small swirl with little groves around it going all the way down to the bottom.

Right beside the crib is a lovely dark brown rocking chair, with a dark green almost blue pillow tied to it. And in the middle of the room is a long window out looking one of the very old kindergartens and it has lime green curtains with dark green polka dots. I run my hand over the curtains, it's surprisingly very soft. I look down at the window sill, which is about foot and a half off the ground, I squat down to look at the small blue and pink plant that's growing in a blue pot. I tap one of the leaves for some reason.

I look to my right to find a tall brown bookshelf with many earthen books and little stuffed animals in it. I recognize one of the many animals on it, I pick up the soft pink animal, I smile when I realize that its a toy version of Steven's pink lion.

I set it back down on its shelf and continue my way through the room. Next to the bookshelf is another wooden crib, this time it's an olive green with neon green splotches on it.

I once again run my hand over the well-crafted wood, I grab the very soft olive green and neon green blanket. It feels like I'm running my fingers through short purple grass from one of my colonies or through lion's mane.

I place the blanket back on the crib, unlike the other one, this crib has a little string of lights behind it.

And lastly, to the other side of the crib is a small dresser that has little blue and yellow flying organics that only has two drawers. Curiously, I bend down and open the top drawer, and it's filled to the brim with little aqua dresses, shirts, shorts/pants, and itty bitty socks.

"Momma?" A little voice calls out, I quickly close the drawer and stand up, I turn around to face a little gem. A blue gem for that matter.

She has sky blue hair that stops at her chin, she's wearing an aqua blue tank top with a darker shade of blue shorts, and her gem is the same cut as Yellow and in the same place.

"M-me?" I place my hand where my gem is, the little gem takes a step closer "I-I'm not your...am I?"

"Momma, do you love?" The little diamond asks as she throws her hands up to me.

"I don't think I know" I take a step back, and the little diamond's lip starts to quiver as her pair of familiar beautiful cerulean eyes start to water. She runs out of the room crying and yelling for her mommy.

What was that and what did I just do?

After about a minute passes, the now big green gem doors slide open, and Yellow diamond comes stomping into the room with the same little diamond in her arms.

"Yellow?" I give her a confused look.

"How could you?" She angrily says "How could you say that to our daughter?" Yellow takes an angry step towards me.

"Yellow I...I didn't know" I back up right into the green crib. "Of course you didn't, you never listen and you're a horrible, selfish gem. I can't believe I fell in love with someone like you" Yellow yells.

I start to tear up "I-I'm sorry" I mutter.

"I-I'm sorry"

"Blue?"

"I-I'm so sorry"

"Blue, please wake up"

I jolt awake, I groan as I wipe my wet eyes, I slowly sit up as tiredness starts to wear off.

I flinch forward when a warm hand touches my back, I turn to look at who the arm belongs to, I smile as my eyes adjust to the light once again and Yellow appears in my field of vision.

"Blue are you okay?" Yellow worriedly asks.

"Yes, yes, just a" bad dream? Memories of my weird dream wash over me as I try to come up with an answer "an interesting dream"

Yellow raises an eyebrow "are you sure? You were talking in your sleep again, which was kinda cute but then you started to apologize over and over again, which wasn't very cute" Yellow lovingly rubs my back, I lean into her warm touch as I let out a yawn.

"I wa-no am fine, it was just an interesting dream" I rub my tired eyes again.

"Would you like to tell me it?" Yellow places her hand on mine.

I grab it and gently squeeze it. I tell her each and every little detail from my dream, but I unfortunately tell her the end too.

"I hope you know that I don't think your a selfish gem and I will never regret loving you" she gently kisses my cheek.

"I know, hey have you designed the room where the gemlings will be sleeping?" I sluggishly ask.

Yellow shakes her head no " do you mean a nursery? If so then no, I haven't" she smirks at me "Did you have a design in mind?"

"I do, in fact it came to me in a dream" I giggle.

"Alright I'll get you something so you can design the room in the morning" Yellow squeezes my hand in return "But it's still fairly late, you should go back to bed".

"Ugh, but I hate sleeping" I fall back down on my pillow "it wastes time", Yellow chuckles and lays down right next to me, she pulls me into her, and I shiver when her lukewarm armor touches my bare skin.

Yellow phases away her armor leaving her in what I assume is a thin shirt and a pair of shorts, she turns to quietly place her helmet on her nightstand. I push myself back into her warm strong arms as she tries to pull the thick blankets back onto us.

Yellow starts humming a melody, but I'm too tired to really tell what it is, I let out a long yawn as Yellow shoves her face into the crook of my neck.

"Good night" I yawn out.

"Good night" Yellow continues to gently hum as I slowly fall back asleep "I love you" she faintly whispers into my ear. I grumble something to her before I pass out.

I'm a bit behind on the chapters, but I'll catch up soon. Hopefully, inspiration will hit me and I'll draw, if not y'all can always send me ideas!

#steven universe #blue diamond su #su yellow diamond #bellow diamond #fanfic #emotional #im not good at writitng

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Chapter 3: Journey to Despair, Grave Secrets, Grave Lies ~Daily Life Part 1~

THE LONG AWAITED CHAPTER 3 BEGINS

My bad for it taking so long I had a bad case of writers block half-way through but I have the whole plot for this chapter totally ironed out now. I’ll write as often as possible and hopefully I won’t leave you guys hanging like that again

Enjoy~

-Chapter 3 Daily Life: Dream Sequence-

It’s cold. Really cold. Winter, I think. No snow but the wind is biting at my skin. I’m staring at a car.

No, I’m staring at what’s under the car. The blood coming from underneath and the hand stretching from underneath. There’s someone crying nearby. Where am I again? What am I doing?

Why didn’t I do anything? Why? Why?

Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy-

-Chapter 3 Daily Life: Ryuu’s Room-

“Ugh!” I jolted up in a cold sweat. What was that? A dream? No…a memory? But surely something like that would be easy to recall, but I don’t remember that kind of event at all…it must have been a dream. “Y-yeah, a dream.”

I let out a shaky sigh and grabbed my E-Handbook. It was close to Monokuma’s morning announcement, so I may as well get ready.

…but should I even bother? After what happened yesterday…we could all be out of the killing game by now if I hadn’t spoken like that. It’s my fault we’re all still in the killing game…Hachi-san killed Irunami-san so we could all escape and I made both of their deaths in vain.

Even so…I should try my best to show face, shouldn’t I? Come on Ryuu. Pull yourself together.

-Chapter 3 Daily Life: Short numbered-

By the time I got to the cafeteria, I expected everybody else to be already eating breakfast though when I entered the room, there were a few people missing from the group. “Huh…? Is this everyone that showed up?” I asked everyone present.

“Shinko and Yokozawa said the same thing, they don’t feel like they can trust anybody here. So, they’ve locked themselves in their rooms and are refusing to leave. They’ll probably leave later to get food; they can’t stay in there forever.” Sly-san answered.

“Hmm? You went to check on them?” Asano-san inquired.

“We need to keep track of the group in this situation. Don’t read into it when it’s nothing deep.” Sly-san said.

“Graves-san isn’t here either…” Ram-san noted.

“I met her in the hallway earlier. She said she was going to keep her distance for a while. Doesn’t know who to trust anymore.” Kurohiko-san answered. This group really broke up after last night. And with those three not present right now…it really feels empty in here than how it used to be…

“Oi, Nagata. Did you sleep alright? You look exhausted.” Okanaya-san looked at me with worry. I instinctively touched the dark circles under my eyes. Ram-san looked over with concern as well.

“It’s nothing. Bad dream is all, woke me up early.” I murmured.

“One bad dream is not such a terrible thing, Nagata-sama. After all, it is better to get your bad dreams out of the way so that your eternal dream will be an enjoyable one.” Ishikawa-san smiled.

“Jesus, do you ever talk about something less terrifying? You realise what situation we’re in, right? We don’t wanna hear you talk about death all the fuckin’ time.” Okanaya-san snarled.

“I was not attempting to make anyone uncomfortable.” Ishikawa-san replied.

“Well you are, so shut up already.”

“Okanaya, that’s enough.” Sly-san said. Okanaya-san grumbled under his breath but dropped it. This group is starting to show cracks. Today it may only be three people that don’t show up, but what about tomorrow? What about the day after that? Will I even live long enough to see the day after tomorrow? What am I supposed to do-

“N-Nagata-kun…” Ram-san put her hand on mine.

“Sorry. I’m fine.” I lied with my best fake smile. I’m not sure if she believed it or not but Ram-san nodded slowly not letting her concern disappear from her expression. I wonder if anyone’s stealing glances at me? Do they hate me?

“Geez, what’s with the tension in here? So gloomy, it’s like you guys lost your chance at something suuuuper important.” Monokuma said, doing his stupid sudden appearance shtick. I’m over it. “…not even a yell from the pansy? Alright then. I was gonna wait until everyone gathered to tell you, but it seems like this is about as good as it’ll get.”

“Let me guess. Another building has opened up?” Sly-san said.

“W…wow, you aren’t just gonna let me have my moment, huh…?” Monokuma looked down with a sad expression. “Yeah…you got a new building. Feel free to explore it at your own discretion. Or don’t. Doubt you’ll find anything useful there anyway.” Monokuma shrugged before disappearing again.

“Eh? Why did he say that? About not finding anything useful there…?” Kurohiko-san asked.

“Probably because we won’t find anything useful.” Sly-san said.

“Or he is using reverse psychology in order to compel us all to investigate the new building. I feel as though that is a much more plausible answer. What shall we do?” Ishikawa-san said.

“It’s probably for the best that we investigate. The more we learn about this place, the better. Shall we all head over?” Kurosaki-san asked.

“Will you be included in that group? If so, I’ll pass.” Sly-san folded his arms and leaned back into his seat.

“I suppose it’s just the rest of us then! Have fun, Herr Knives!” Kurosaki-san smiled and gave Sly-san’s back a firm slap as he walked past him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone get so angry that quickly.

“Don’t touch me so damn casually!” Sly-san yelled. There was a moment of shock seeing as he’d never lost his cool before. Though he regained his composure just as quickly as he lost it. “…if you start pushing everybody’s buttons then you’ll just end up dead.”

“O-oi, Sly! No need to say stuff like that! I get your pissed, but…” Okanaya-san said warily. Sly-san crossed his arms and looked around the room.

“If you all want to be around that then be my guest. Just don’t cause any trouble for me.” Sly-san stood up and made his way for the door.

“Sly-sama, please wait-“ Ishikawa-san attempted to call out to him but he was already out the door by the time she found her voice. Even Sly-san is distancing himself from the group. Even though we said we’d all work together at the start of all this!

“Ah…that’s a shame.” Kurosaki-san murmured. “Shall we? We should investigate the building now.” He made his way for the door. There was this lost look in his eyes as if a difficult thought was stuck in his mind.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to understand what goes on in his head.” I said to nobody in particular. Ram-san gave me a look of concern, though she understood what I mean. I’m sure of it.

-Chapter 3 Daily Life: History has its eyes on you-

I walked to the building next to the Leisure building with Ram-san and Okanaya-san. To say the building exteriors differed would be an understatement. In contrast to the leisure building which appeared more like a fancy gym, this building was designed to appear like a medieval castle with four spires at each corner of the building and iron bars on the windows instead of glass and curtains.

The only part of the building that seemed out of place with the rest of it was the front door. A card reader was attached to the wall next to a glass sliding door that had no handle for us to open it with. “A card reader to get into the building? How come the other buildings don’t have this?” Okanaya-san asked.

“Are you wondering about my design choices?” Monokuma suddenly appeared next to us, me and Ram-san jumping slightly. “It’s a card reader, just use your E-handbook on it already!”

“But why is it only on this building?” Okanaya-san asked again.

“I like to give a unique thing to each of my buildings! The dorms are underground, the leisure building had the massive ventilation system…and this! The history building has a card reader to get in and out of it!”

“History building?” Ram-san repeated.

“Yep yep! This building has got all kinds of good stuff! There’s an archive filled to the brim with cool books to read! There are many exhibits throughout the floors for you to check out too! I’m sure nerds like Nagata will enjoy it!”

“H-hey!” I protested.

��“Anyway, you guys get the gist, right? You gotta use your E-handbook to get in and out of the building! So…I’ll see ya later!” And with that, he was gone.

Okanaya-san sighed and pulled out his E-Handbook. “What a pain in the ass. This is so unnecessary.” He held his E-Handbook up to the card reader. The LED light above the reader went from blue to green and the door slid open.

The three of us walked in to be greeted by the discomforting atmosphere. The hallways were dimly lit by the fires of torches decorating the walls. I know Monokuma likes his themes, but this is way too much.

“Should we look for those exhibits that Monokuma mentioned?” Okanaya-san asked. Ram-san and I silently agreed and began making our way through the hallway of the building. I stuck close to Okanaya-san, as did Ram-san, though she was holding onto his sleeve and looking around nervously at the walls. There were odd red stains here and there decorating the stone…I didn’t want to think about it.

We entered the room at the very end of the hallway to find it decorated with displays of different weapons across the walls and in glass cases. It reminded me of a museum with how it was laid out. The head of Graves-san popped out from behind one of the displays and grinned widely at us.

“Yo, dudes! Can you believe this place?! How cool is all this?!” She cheered brightly. “I dunno how Monokuma managed to do all this. Some of these weapons are can’t get acquired by the public and some I’ve only seen drawings of. I never thought I’d get to see these kinds of old weapons for myself!”

“If that’s all true then I really worry about Monokuma’s sources.” I murmured.

“Ah…like whoever’s running this killing game? Someone rich, for sure. They’d need billions if they wanted to set something like this up. Not to mention actually constructing this area for us to play in…”

“Play?” Okanaya-san repeated.

“Well, duh! You ‘play’ a game, right? Even if it’s a killing game, it’s a game, nonetheless. So, we’re the players and we’re playing…right?” Graves-san spoke so casually about it that it actually threw me off a little. I suppose she’s in the same boat as Sly-san and Kurosaki-san. They all seem to have been through a lot to get to this point, so I shouldn’t be surprised if they aren’t so easily phased by the situation.

“Either way, the real problem is knowing who had the ability to set it up.” I jumped a little when Yokozawa-san spoke. How long had he been there?! He clearly noticed my surprise and formed a look of irritation. “Pay attention to your surroundings. I’ve been here the whole time.”

“Oh yeah! I totally forgot I followed you here!” Graves-san said.

“I don’t blame you. I don’t stand out, so it’s not like I’m worth remembering.” Yokozawa-san threw his arms up as if he were joking though I’m pretty sure he was being serious…

“Yokozawa-kun, we heard you weren’t going to be leaving your room anymore. Why are you out here? In fact, we heard you were going to keep your distance from us too, Graves-san!” Ram-san asked.

“It’s a new area. Even if I don’t wanna get involved with all of you, I should still investigate as new areas open up to us. Never know when we might find a hint about our situation. Unfortunately, I got spotted by Graves-san and now I can’t seem to shake her off.”

“Hey now! I know you appreciate the company! It can’t be too fun being alone all the time. Plus I have the same reasons for being here as Junpei, so I thought it made sense to go about with him.” Graves-san said.

“Speak for yourself. I don’t mind being by myself, in this situation, it’ll probably be better for my health if I keep my distance.” Yokozawa-san replied. “You’re all trouble for me…keep out of my way, alright? I don’t wanna end up like the others.” The blogger shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and strolled out of the room.

“Hmm…he’s definitely lonely.” Graves-san nodded slowly.

“You can tell?” Ram-san asked.

Graves-san seem to take her time deciding her reply, “I guess…I used to be pretty lonely.” She muttered.

-Chapter 3 Daily Life: Fields of Knowledge-

We made our way up to the second floor and made our ways to the room marked with a book on the ElectroID maps. It was easy to predict that when we entered that the room in question was going to be a library, tall walls filled to the bring with books almost like an archive that was started as far back as the stone ages.

“Th-this is incredible…! Did Monokuma prepare this for us?” Ram-san asked, taking in the view.

“So many books…I guess we at least have something to occupy our time with. Though I’d rather find a clue to a way out of here.” I said. It was an impressive collection though; I couldn’t deny it.

“These are all most likely history books if this is the history building…even so, I want to have a look around and see if we can find anything useful.” Ram-san said.

“Good idea! Alright, Nagata, you take the centre part, I’ll take the left! Ram, we’ll trust you with the right side of the room!” Okanaya-san ordered out his instructions and without waiting for a response, ran off into the shelves of books.

“At least he’s always prepared to work.” Ram-san said before walking to the other side. I walked down the centre aisle of books. They were categorised by subject. Middle Ages. Roman Empire. Medical Studies. Even some 20th century crime novels. Even if Monokuma placed these here to give us ideas for murder, I still might read them at some point.

As I was nearing the end of the line of bookshelves, I felt myself step on something. Moving my foot out of the way revealed a polaroid photo laying on the middle of the floor.

“Wh…what the heck…?” I murmured as I picked it up. The photo showed Kibe-san, Hachi-san and Irunami-san all sat in a line together holding up peace signs to the camera, a large window with the sun shining in was in the background and in the corner of shot I could make out what seemed to be a classroom desk.

What the hell is this…? Did those three know each other before we came here? No, I’m sure Irunami-san would have mentioned knowing those two before coming here.

“Whoops!” Monokuma suddenly dropped down from atop the shelves. “Can’t believe I left this lying around, silly me!”

“E-eh? This belongs to you?”

“Umm…in a sense! A-anyway, give it back!” Monokuma quickly snatched the photo away. “Memories are important, you know! I wanna keep this one, so stop being so selfish!” Without making any sense, he jumped atop the shelves once more, most likely disappearing as he always does.

What was with that photo? The way Monokuma talked about it…is it a real photo? Not faked? A memory…

“Oi, Nagata!” I snapped back up and saw Okanaya-san waving at me from the end of the line of bookshelves. “What’re you standing around for?! Come on!” Whatever that was…I have a bad feeling about its implications…

-Chapter 3 Daily Life: Report back!-

We all sat down in the cafeteria. Or…all those that were still coming here. “Ah…we’re really short on people now…” Kurohiko-san commented.

“It can’t be helped. Plus without Tomoe-chan, we don’t have anybody here to give us maps to visualise our new locations…it sucks.” Amaterasu-san said.

“If it sucks so much, try to show it, will you?” Kurohiko-san sighed.

“If I may take the lead for our reports, please?” Asano-san waited to hear if there were any objections. “N…no? G-good. Shall we discuss our findings on the history building…? Myself, Kurohiko-kun, and Amaterasu-san all worked together when investigating however we could not find any such clue as to how we can escape.”

“So, the usual.” Okanaya-san sighed.

“That doesn’t mean there wasn’t cool stuff to see! On the first floor this had this amazing display of different weapons from across the ages! I’ve never seen anything like it! I love the history of weaponry!” Graves-san said cheerfully.

“E-even though that was all put together so it would be easier for us to kill each other…?” Ram-san said.

“Weapons can still be interesting, even if they aren’t being used.” Graves-san replied.

“It’s definitely less jarring than the torture room on the third floor. Filled with different kinds of instruments of torture. Iron maidens, stretchers, pliers, saws…it’s nasty.” Amaterasu-san said in her usual monotonous voice.

“T-torture stuff…?” Graves-san gasped. “I can’t believe I never went to check it out! I’ll need to rectify this mistake as soon as possible! The stretcher is one of my favourite torture devices, it should have been used in a Saw movie, for sure! I’ll take Junpei to see it!”

“Something tells me Yokozawa-sama would most likely decline that offer.” Ishikawa-san said with a giggle. “It is clear Monokuma-sama is far more direct now about wanting us to kill each other if he’s put all of that together. He also gave us supplies to make murder easier to commit.”

“What do you mean? There’s more?” Kurohiko-san paled a little. “G-geez…isn’t there already enough…”

“A room also on the third floor contains things such as special poisons, common things people are allergic, trip wires, chemicals, and far more.” Ishikawa-san explained. She was silent for a moment before pursing her lips, “I…feel as though we should steer clear of that building at all costs. It is far too dangerous to go near…”

“Oh…? I’m afraid I can’t agree to that. After all, that library is far too important to stay away from.” Kurosaki-san said. He was being unusually quiet this whole time, it was a little unnerving. “That library has a lot of valuable information if you know where to look. I plan on studying the contents there further afterwards…but I feel as though a clue to our situation is hiding in there. Somewhere in those books.”

The photo Monokuma snatched away from me came to mind. I could say something right now, but if I do…would that have good consequences? People might suspect the people in the photo are suspicious. But we all saw their bodies…

Kurosaki-san’s eyes flicked towards me. Does he know what I’m thinking? Do I look suspicious? How does he always seem like he knows what’s going on…?

“Very well, the library may be okay…but perhaps we can board up the other rooms? We should at least take some defensive procedures.” Ishikawa-san said.

“You think Monokuma would allow something like that? Don’t be an idiot. He’d change the rules in a heartbeat so that we aren’t allowed to block the entrances to the rooms in any of the buildings.” Kurosaki-san argued.

“He has a point. Monokuma’s goal is to kill all of us. No way he’d let us block our own access to the weapons.” Amaterasu-san said. Ishikawa-san fiddled with the sleeve of her dress and silently conceded defeat.

“If that’s all, are we done here? I plan on heading back into the library and continuing my studies…” Kurosaki-san stood up and made his way for the door. His hand resting on the door-handle, he looked back at the group, giving me a once over in particular. “We all have things we’re hiding…I wonder who’s hiding the fact that they’re the reason we’re here.” And with that, he left.

“What a prick. It would so much easier if he was one of the ones who died.” Okanaya-san cursed.

“Okanaya-kun, you can’t say something like that!” Ram-san puffed her cheeks out and glared at Okanaya-san. The tour guide took a moment staring at Ram-san’s face before letting out a sigh. Something about that expression seemed to stop him from arguing. “…ah, sorry, I just yelled at you like that!”

“No, it’s fine. You’re right…my bad.”

“…can I ask you guys something?” Kurohiko-san spoke.

“Is something wrong?” Ishikawa-san said.

“…if I’m honest, a lot is wrong. We’re falling apart as a group. Four of us are keeping their distance…Kurosaki-san…he just gives me a bad energy…I don’t know what to think anymore…”

“Kurohiko-kun, that is not the attitude to have.” Asano-san said. “I will concede that our position as a group is less than ideal but if we act like that then our situation will never improve. For now, we should give those people space to collect their thoughts before we try to ask them to re-join us in our routine.”

“…if you say so…” Kurohiko-san nodded.

“You guys are something else.”- Graves-san folded her arms –“I only came here to see what everyone had to report…but now I just don’t understand you all even more. So frustrating…”

“Graves-san?” I said cautiously.

“…oh well. Nothing I can do about it.” She shrugged, making her way for the exit. Guess it was going to take more to get her to come back into the group properly.

“She has a darkness inside her, do you not think? Right now, I would say Graves-sama is our biggest worry.” Ishikawa-san said.

“She’s a secret agent. Other than Sly-chan, Karma-chan is the one who’ll have the easiest time killing someone. Scary.” Amaterasu-san added. Yeah…scary.

-Chapter 3 Daily Life, The Cards in your deck-

The usual. We stood in the gymnasium after Monokuma made his announcement. Even those who were keeping their distance had turned up, though clearly not happy about the situation. Shinko-san was angrily tapping a rhythm with his shoe.

“That motherfucker barely even waits before giving us a motive. I’m sick a’ this shit!” He growled.

“Shinko-sama, do not give into those emotions of yours. Us 12 have been able to resist the past two motives. I am sure we will all be able to do it again. If we have faith in each other and work together, we will prevail.” Ishikawa-san reassured.

“God, that way you talk pisses me off. You can spout the same fuckin’ speech all you want, but if there’s a motive, someone will give into it. It’s just how it goes.” Shinko-san replied. Ishikawa-san pursed her lips and glared at Shinko-san. An unusual thing for Ishikawa-san to do but I suppose Shinko-san and Ishikawa-san have always been like oil and water…

“Yikes! Such a thick juicy tension! Can I get a bite?” Monokuma laughed into his paws. “I’m kidding of course! Tension is way too full of calories for a bear of my size!”

“Can you just quit with the jokes? They don’t even make sense now.” Amaterasu-san said.

“Not my fault you stoic chicks don’t get humour.” Monokuma shrugged. “Anyway, guess what time it is, kids! Motive time! And for todays motive…” Monokuma produced a set of cards. Each with the name of one of us written on the front.

“Ah…didn’t we already do something like this?” Graves-san asked.

“No! This is different! Just take it!” Monokuma handed out the cards to the corresponding student. I opened mine up to find a list of names…a list of familiar names. The names of my parents, my siblings, and one or two of my close friends.

“Oh…? It’s laid out like a polling card.” Ishikawa-san pointed out.

“It sure is! Because this motive is a game of choice! You each have a list of the people who are closest to you on the outside world, your job is tick one of those names as a sacrifice!”

“…sacrifice?” Sly-san’s expression clouded over in an instant. “That better be a joke.”

“Huh? Why would I joke? In 48 hours, you gotta have a name ticked on that card! If you don’t pick somebody…everybody on that card is gonna be sacrificed instead! And, well…you know the method in which you can prevent it from happening, right? It’s pretty obvious how to save everyone on that list.”

“E-everyone…?” I felt my hands begin to tremble. My family…? My friends…? One of them…or all of them…?

“Hey. I said that you better be joking.” Sly-san stepped forward.

“H-hey, Sly-kun…” Yokozawa-san warily.

“What.” Sly-san spun around, glaring at Yokozawa-san who stepped back from Sly-san’s glare. “Monokuma-“ He turned back to find the bear gone. “…dammit.” He clicked his tongue.

“H…how the hell am I supposed to pick…? H-how can I pick…?” Kurohiko-san whimpered.

“If you don’t know who you’re gonna pick, don’t pick. Simple as that.” Graves-san said. “I dunno if I’ll pick. Would I be fair to pick one person over the other…?”

“I can’t allow that…I can’t allow her to get hurt…” Sly-san murmured. “I won’t let her die. I’ll do what it takes…”

“Oh-ho? Herr Knives is getting so riled up! How unlike you!” Kurosaki-san smirked.

“If you’re gonna kill, try and kill me! I’ll give you a real good fight!” Graves-san said.

“D-don’t just say stuff like that, no way Sly-san would kill, r-r-right?!” Kurohiko-san panicked.

“I’ll kill anyone if I need to. I have no issues with killing any of you-“

“Enough!” A hush fell across the room, Asano-san held her arm in the air to grab everyone’s attention. Her arm was trembling a little with everybody’s eyes on her. “…w…we cannot fight like this. It is exactly what Monokuma-kun wants us to do. I’m sure there is a way out of this without killing anyone…we have 48 hours to figure something out so please do not be so irrational…please. I am sorry.”

“Haven’t you learned yet? There isn’t an alternative. Unless someone dies every single person on these lists is in danger.” Shinko-san said.

“I choose to believe otherwise.”

“Then you’re an idiot. Faith like that will get you killed.” Shinko-san shook his head. “…I don’t need this. I’m going back to my room.”

“Shinko-kun, wait!” Ram-san tried but he ignored her call for him and left the gymnasium, Sly-san and Yokozawa-san leaving silently afterwards.

Ram-san forced a small smile, “U-um…maybe we should cool off for the day…h-how about we all go to the pool or have tea-“

“No!” Ishikawa-san suddenly yelled, “I…no! I won’t…” She mumbled to herself before shaking her head and powerwalking of the room.

“E-even Ishikawa-san…I am sorry, I thought maybe I could help…” Asano-san sighed. “It seems my decisions are not helpful-“

“H-hey now, don’t say that. Even if things don’t work out the way you thought they would, doesn’t mean it’s your fault. Those guys are all really scared…I am too, b-but hearing you trying to be optimistic helped me a little…s-so, um…wh-what’s my point again? I can’t even remember…heh…” Kurohiko-san rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Yeah. Good work, Mami-chan.” Amaterasu-san added.

“O-oh…th-thank you, both of you.” She bowed slightly. I noticed in the corner on my eye that Ram-san was staring at Asano-san with awe.

“Asano-san…is really impressive, isn’t she? Even though she was taught to do what others said…she had the courage to speak up like that when someone needed to say something. Hey, Nagata-kun, isn’t Asano-san cool?” She smiled up at me.

“…yeah, she is.” I nodded. I think I wanted to be able to do what Asano-san just did.

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You. Alone (Gerard Way Imagine)

Continuation of this imagine: https://urietarded-boyd.tumblr.com/post/163861624236/there-might-be-something-across-the-booth-gerard

Warning ⚠: This short story includes stalking and kidnapping. If you find those topics sensitive I highly suggest you skip this oneshot

The more he inched closer to peak into (Y/n)'s window, the more fogged up the glass became.

Gerard's glove-less hands trembled as the cold began forming icecaps in his nails. The poor clothing decisions sprang more evident when he realized the neighbors could see his black plastered form in a cherry rooftop, but right now, he couldn't care less.

The red haired boy's nostrils flared in her scent, he was diving through her silky (h/c) locks. Though truth be told, his delusions is far from the cold, damp reality.

Mindlessly, he began drawing the figure inside, gaze barely faltering on his muse. She has his mother's eyes.

Meanwhile, (Y/n) indulged herself in the snacks that scattered her bed. Netflix was turned on and filtered in the (genre) section. She lived in a world so unaware, a blessing for the man outside and a curse in her near future.

Who cares if Frank called dibs on her on seventh grade?

He wouldn't take care of her like he would.

He thought to scoot closer, to add details to the sketch's lashes. But as soon as he left a toe out a loud squeak echoed.

She blinked to his direction.

His dark chocolate pupils blew moon-sized. He scurried to flatten his back down to hide, breathing heavily. He hoped to God she hadn't seen a glimpse of him.

For a boy out in a -7° December night with nothing but his skeleton printed jacket and pajamas, he sure felt bubbly lukewarm inside at the thought of (Y/n) thinking about him, in the dead of the night— no, the objective is to NOT to be seen! Damn it Gerard!

With that, the windows bursted open, with a perplexed girl bobbing her head out. She seemed agitated while she looked outside.

Nothing.

"Geez" She pouted and shrugged the weight off her chest.

One cannot simply flop to their bed knowing the slightest chance of having a stalker outside. So she retreated back to her windows and sealed it shut, and draped the red curtains like how they end a show.

But it was far from over.

The stage was set, and the microphone had never looked so lonely in her life. Yet she couldn't seem to inch closer to accompany it. Her feet seem to stub if she tried to move closer.

Instead, she stepped back and sat to the farthest seat, scoffing and cursing at the obstacles preventing her access to the front row.

A brunette was beside her, crunching tacos. The scent was so spread out she could sniff the fresh vegetables without effort. She felt something light fell on her foot. Something very green. She was about to turn and scold whoever ruined the mood. Who would put so much lettuce on their tacos?!

Oh, hello Tyler Joseph.

He's the singer of twentyonepilots, and also one of Miss Flack's students. He's not the most favorite, but he couldn't be categorized as a teacher's pet either. He attend the same music class, and when he does he's silently taking notes in the corner. They talk sometimes, but for the most part her cousin Josh is around to start the conversation. Without the dandelion-coloured boy, the topic would solely be about music sheets, his parents at school, or his brothers.

Which happens once a month.

She shut her mouth tight. Tyler seemed obscure from her exasperation however, as he continued to chew rather loudly. She cleared her throat and he looked at her with a inquirer's nod.

She paused for a moment, eyes glued on the chipped food as she spoke "Aren't you supposed to cover Twist And Shout after Pierce The Veil?"

Tyler squeaked and jumped. A landslide of taco chunks fell to the ground. Some of condiments fell on (Y/n)'s shoes as well. The two gawked, it took quite a while before an explosion of apologies bursted from Tyler's mouth.

She inevitably facepalmed.

"Imsosorry!!!"

"It's fine Tyler" She forgave him once again "a little vegetable wouldn't hurt anyone"

She never mentioned an as I told you, she haven't noticed that she had it in her to be so patient.

He stared at his own unstained pair of shoes, avoiding eye contact.

(Wasn't the saying supposed to be water?)

"Are you here to watch Frank's band?" Once Tyler asked the question, a mental image of the guitarist jumping around resurfaced inside her head. She nodded, with a Cheshire grin.

"Hell yeah!–well, and yours too"

He nodded back and chewed his taco slowly, eyes roaming around the gymnasium.

"Also, where's Josh? I saw Miss Flack's trying to find him to set up the drum kit"

"Probably with Brendon" He rolled his eyes and snarled "having a good time"

At a split second, she saw Tyler's right eye twitch. This time he devoured his food rather harsher, and rather than his usual soothing voice she received quite a feral bark. She decided it's best not to push him further.

As the silence resumes, his dinner did the same. She boredly stared at the stage, both nervous and excited about her friend's performance as if it was her own. Both have mutual feelings about that microphone, yet one had it more repressed than the other.

They just sat, undisturbed.

Well, until Mark— Tyler's best friend— rushed over with an unlaced shoe flying out, nearly hitting (Y/n).

Like any other calm, a storm arises. Mark entered, his shoe flying out like a stray bullet. As she looked down she noticed the last of his blue shoes were unlaced. If he had been a little more careful then the chances of her landing on Dream world would be very thin. He stood there, unapologetic, agitated.

"Josh has been gone for 13 minutes Tyler!" He yelled, forcefully grabbing Tyler's shoulder and shaking it, making it seem like a seizure than a wake-up call. Tyler can be heard muttering questions, too bad Mark's roars outnumbered his "Where the heck is he?!"

In the midst of a misunderstanding and choking noises, the faintest sound of bells and chimes resonated from your pocket. Her cellphone kept vibrating, screaming for her to take it. When she did fished it out, Mark managed to stop himself from committing a murder.

She pointed to her phone, then the backdoor. Mark sheepishly told her to continue after nodding in understanding. Tyler took it as an opportunity to strip himself a breath. (Y/n) walked out of the door, leaning her back

Maybe she should have helped Tyler regain his breathing, get to know Mark better, and stayed safe in general.

She tapped twice and saw the caller's ID. The string of numbers did not belong to he contacts, nor her history of blocked spam numbers. She furrowed her eyebrows in irritation. Great, another one of those you won a hundred thousand dollars, just give us your address, credit card and other bullshit!

As she tapped the green phone icon, she schemed a way to deal with the... transaction.

Once she slid her fingers to answer the phone, there was no turning back.

"Hello?" She tried to hide her groan, she really did to play safe in case it was her mom, but the guttering sound reached her throat.

"Good evening (Y/n)!" The voice chirped. Gerard? Hmm, when did she gave him her number. Well, he is Frank's friend after all. Doesn't change the fact it feels strange to hear his voice on the phone...

"Um, is this Gerard?" She chuckled and the voice didn't return the happy echoes.

"I have Josh with me"

The voice dropped dead. And there it was again, the feeling of being watched. Her laughter came to a stop. Her paranoia was toggled on. She gasped slightly.

"If you want to get him, go to the boiler room"

You furrowed your eyebrows. Can't Tyler do that instead? He is the one that should be looking for him in the first place.

"I'll call Ty—"

"No"

(Y/n) turned perplexed. She mimicked his word without breath.

"I want you"

"You. Alone"

Click.

The call was over.

Her breath hitched and body rigid. She clinged to her phone, uneasy. Hell, kind of conversation was that? It sounded psychotic, but she has no evidence to make it valid. It's just small talk. Small talk that made her feel uncomfortable. Strange, it's not like the quiet young raven haired artist gave a death threat.

But it doesn't seem harmless either.

She sighed, shaking. Where was the boiler room again? Beside the janitor's closet? No, that's class 304.

She shook her head. It's probably under the gym.

Her footsteps echoed throughout the hall. It was noiseless. As she furthered down the boiler, sweat balled down her forehead. She isn't even feeling the heat just yet, making her sweat cold, fear induced.

It's just Gerard. He's harmless.

Right?

Dang it. The hell is Josh doing on the boiler room with Gerard anyways? Why does she have to fetch him? He's a grown man with two feet.

Fuck, did he sprain an ankle again—

Boiler Room.

The words were carved in metal, or painted wood. She stood in front of it, reluctantly opening the door.

There stood a sable haired boy, wearing a red bandana and a lustrous leather jacket. It was just him.

Gerard alone.

"Where's Josh?" She held the doorknob firmly. One foot in the boiler room and one foot out the door. Gerard stared at her eyes, too long for her taste. When she was about to snap him he broke out of the trance himself. He fumbled to reach a tablet behind him and passed it to her.

Her heart dropped to the floor along with her jaw.

A man she hoped wasn't her cousin was tied down. She was all too familiar to figure out it was one of the school's student chairs. If it was possible to gawk even further she would have a heart attack after seeing Josh's figure tattered in bruises and knife deep cuts. He was stained in brown, dried blood from oxidation.

If Tyler was here, he would say he'd rather have Josh ignore him for a week than see him like this.

"W-was it you?!" She looked at Gerard, eyes wide and awoken by the bitterest truth of what was in front of her. A monster.

Gerard gazed back, stoic. She could feel the remorse-less Gerard felt without fitting his shoes— and she was utterly digusted. She want to vomit at his leather jacket, or alternatively, lunge forward and choke him for this sick prank.

Yet the opposite can be said for him. The ugly emotions that broke her made her the most beautiful woman to walk on earth. Oh, he was having a good time.

"Y-You..." Both words and emotions piled up in her throat, asking permission to slip out. When she did, the invisible hand that choked her finally left her be "Y-You psychopath!"

"Well I'd consider you a fool if you didn't notice" Gerard scoffed, amused.

(Y/n)'s nose scrunched at this, unable to comprehend how the man before her made it sound like antisocial personality disorder is okay.

Gerard folded his arms and raised his chin, snickering faintly.

(Y/n) looked back at the tablet, hands shaking "Josh, is that you?"

Josh moved, mumbling words similar to white noise. "(Y/n)?"

She froze in disbelief.

"You're a smart girl, you know what I'm about to say next"

There are multiple possibilities, and the obvious one is the one who desperately cleave to be wrong. She shook her head, groaning on the mental pain he had caused her.

But what else does her stalker want from her?

He stared at her, with patient eyes that dared to command her to say something.

Out of both fear and naivety, she did.

"You... want me to date you" She sobbed "for Josh to be free?"

Gerard sighed, staring at the ground. This time, instead of her own impulse, she felt his disappointment.

But why? What's with the sudden shift in the atmosphere?

"You flatter yourself too much"

What?

He chuckled "Ahh, just kidding. Yes. That's correct"

With that, the shift came to be consumed by the side she wished hadn't won.

Despair.

This 'man' just played with her emotions like strings in a puppet.

She can't remove her eyes on the tablet. It was the exact opposite of love at first sight— the deranged brother of it.

It's twisted. Too catatonic and too callous.

"Soooo..." He drags in, making (Y/n) jump. He bobbed his head in her shoulder and peaks in to see the light in those (e/c) eyes drain "what's it gonna be?"

Neither.

Josh has been with her since thick and thin. The man whom she wished was her brother instead of a cousin that visits her every weekend will die.

The boy that knows her darkest secrets.

"I'm..."

The brother who continues to support her.

"I'm yours"

The man that tried to get rid of Gerard Arthur Way last night.

Gerard grinned, so wide he might as well cut off his cheeks. He rushed towards her, pulling her tighter. He finally breathed into her scent. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

Is the same man she saved with her decision.

He can finally make up for the time his family did not appreciate him. All the support he didn't got. All the jealousy he built up after hearing his mother shower his brother with compliments.

His dream just became a reality.

But it costed (Y/n)'s sanity.

This isn't what her parents have taught her about love. This isn't her mom's bed time stories or the Disney princess collection CDs her dad brought home. Love is mature. It's about trust and the feeling of security and lasts for what her classmates do not believe in; forever.

And most especially, it's not a choice.

She can't just go and say from the bottom of your heart that she'll love this monstrosity for the rest of her life.

That is ill

But if going out with a man like him is what people think makes up the definition of love.

Then they don't believe in love.

#gerard way x reader #gerard way imagines #gerard way imagine #my chemical romance #imagines #x readers #tyler joseph #josh dun #frank iero

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cessairhuxley · 6 years

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I N T R O

Hexxus: Cessair Huxley [ Cessair Def: ‘sorrow’ or ‘affliction’, Huxley Def: ‘inhospitable place’ ] Age, 35. Birthday, 27th October, 1983. Starsign Scorpio ( ascending virgo, moon in cancer ).

Trope - Magnificent Bastard

Capturing the audience with their charisma, incredible intellect, mastery of manipulation, and boldness of action, this character is a show-stealer.

They are brilliant and utterly devious, a smooth operator. They are also savvy and do not fall for obvious traps; bringing them down is no easy feat.

They are charismatic, often charming, their personality is like a physical force. While they exist on the darker end of the moral spectrum, they never take disgusting actions that undermine their magnificence, leaving them diabolical but in a way the audience can’t help but enjoy. And they are definitively not cowards. Ever.

P L A Y L I S T

Ultranumb - Blue Stahli Violated / So degraded / The show has just begun / Dominated / By all you hated / This will make you ULTRAnumb / Confession Is such / Perfection / Your sweet / Repression / Can’t hide / Who you really are / Say you love it / Don’t pretend that you’re better than this / Malevolence goes both ways

Throne - Bring Me The Horizon So you can throw me to the wolves / Tomorrow I will come back / Leader of the whole pack / Beat me black and blue / Every wound will shape me / Every scar will build my throne

Blindfold - Sleeping Wolf Pull me in / No, I cannot resist / Every time your gravity has a hold on me / Shed your skin / You’re just a counterfeit / Dressing up an empty heart, I know who you are / So use your, use your / Use your, use your blindfold / Cover your hands on my eyes, closed / Do it again / Tie me up and show me what’s real / Hate your love, but love how you feel / Useless, trying to fight / And the truth is, I’d rather be blind

Stole The Show - Kygo No heroes, villains, one to blame / While wilted roses fill the stage / And the thrill, the thrill is gone / Our debut was a masterpiece / But in the end for you and me / Oh, the show, it can’t go onWe used to have it all, but now’s our curtain call / So hold for the applause, oh / And wave out to the crowd, and take our final bow / Oh, it’s our time to go, but at least we stole the show

I N C H A R A C T E R I N T E R V I E W

How do you feel about the Exodus?

“Isn’t it wonderful???”

A slice of a grin, sharp as any blade cuts across those almost serpentine features. It’s quite clear from the sadistic glee that taints those words that the so called ‘tragedy’ that had befallen the fables was, in this case at least - more of a boon. It’s not the first world he’s found himself in. It’s not the first place he’s been allowed to roam, to pick apart the corners of existence like the oil slick stain that dripped in his chest where most would expect a heart to be. It’s not the first place The Nothing has been drawn to – and whether he was sent, or pulled, or tossed like the latest piece of garbage rolling along filthy asphalt, he is here. And that’s all that matters. When this place is gone… Crumbled, ash and dust, decaying and – d e a d. There will be another. There always is.

Meanwhile, he’s nestled in his booth at Wonderland. Lounging deep in the plush seat - There’s something about the way he takes to a chair which makes him seem more like a liquid than a solid. There was never any ‘perching’, no ‘sitting’, it couldn’t even be defined as ‘slouching’. Just a way of going from standing to a casually recumbent state - looking as though he’d been occupying said piece of furniture for vastly longer than the fleeting moments he’s actually been there - the martini which is delivered to the table only a moment later testament to that fact.

“Limitless potential, rampant chaos, complicit corruption, spiralling self destruction… and here – ”

There’s a sinuous shrug, fingers trailing the cherry around the glass on it’s little stick, gleaming red, reflecting the lights of the club as though it were an ember ready to ignite.

“ – the bad guys can win.”

Was it hard adjusting to life in Fabletown? Do you miss the Homeworld?

“No, and, no.”

It’s a fairly straight forward, very direct answer. Why would he miss the saccharine boredom of that place??? Where people smiled inanely all day ( surely a sign of some kind of deeper communal psychosis in his opinion ), where they sung happy little ditties which were nausea inducing at best, horribly revealing, over sharing and a big ole slice of ‘TMI’ at worst. It makes his new found flesh creep at the mere thought something of a burgeoning migraine teasing into place between his eyes with the harshness of an ice pick driving through his skull.

Why would he miss the constant drudgery of eternal predictable ‘happy endings’. Where traits like ambition, pride, deceit, manipulation and the like are all – undesirable.

Here – oh, HERE, they’re keys. Which unlock the aforementioned potential. Things to be admired, wary of, respectful of – fearful of. A place where it’s not the biggest sword, or brainless bravado, or the glimmer of light that stands victorious - but the sharpest mind, the patient darkness, the sweetest lie.

Where is your favorite place in Fabletown or New York?

“While Wonderland is so dearly – enchanting. And the delights we have to offer are implicitly and uniquely spectacular, I do sometimes favour – other – kinds of amusement… And there are plenty of places in this city to be – entertained.”

While he says little else on the matter publicly - there are a few who frequent said establishments who would see him as something of a regular voyeur. A foot into the Four Jacks isn’t unusual - a test of skill or luck in a gamble here and there. But that’s not the main draw of the place. While he can see tantamount supple bodies and exposed flesh in a myriad of forms at Wonderland, it’s all a little too – pristine – to sustain those darker desires for long. The money he carries into the casino isn’t for a trite game of poker, or a clicking slot - it’s for the more visceral purveying of brutalism. The Underdrome, with broken bones, shattered skulls, blood in fountains aplenty. Those combatants pitched in delicious instinctive battle. It’s human nature to – f i g h t. To devolve to that primal brain where the only thing that matters is - survival.

To hate, to hurt, to harm, to kill. – Chaos unleashed.

It’s all rather good fun, really.

How do you feel about magic? Do you think it should be banned, regulated, or neither?

There’s something of a ‘tchh’ between his teeth, a click of a tongue like the rattle of bone dice. The martini he’s been nursing finally lifted from the table so that he can sample a little of the sweet-sour flavour on his tongue.

“The only people who care about controlling or banning magic are the ones who either a) don’t understand it or - and the likeliest option - b) don’t have it.”

“Jealousy, perhaps. Little green eyed monsters clamouring for something beyond their grasp. Fear - of the unknown.”

Just another delightful little weakness to exploit.

Who do you think killed Little Red Riding Hood? Please also indicate here if you would like for your character to potentially be the killer and, if so, what their motive would be.

“I have no idea why my opinion would matter either way. I’m sure the NYPDs finest are on the case and doing… whatever it is they do between their copious consumption of donuts.”

Does he care??? Not particularly.

And macabre as it sounds, even the death of Red hadn’t particularly hurt business. In fact - it’s booming. As much of a highlight as she was, the morbid fascination of the populace drawing them to a place that might be connected to a grisly murder was stronger – they come for the freak show, like vultures snapping at the eyes of corpses – they stay for the entertainment. The bodies beautiful. The liquor which loosens tongues and wallets both.

The real fun is the almost tangible tremble that ran along the spines of every other fable. A suddenly looming mortality. A copious and present paranoia. A fearful herd, a flock, scurrying around and jumping at shadows – in which, someone of the right persuasion could see their way to taking advantage…

…To that end, I set my wolf among you sheep.

hello! i’m g, older than dirt ( over 21... ) - GMT. <3

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lucyydragneel · 6 years

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Shadows

FanFiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/~lucyydragneel Rated: T First chapter of my NaLu Angst Week 2018

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back?! Anyway I decided to participate in NaLu Angst Week 2018 and I am very excited! I really hope you all enjoy these one shots and thank you all for your continuous support! Enjoy :D!

Day One: Shadows (AU)

Lucy's POV

Ever since my mother died I started to believe in strange things. Not really the paranormal per say but something like that. I was 5 years old when she died so I didn't really understand it. I just assumed that she would come home one day; she never did.

After her death was when I started to notice strange occurrences. The time I couldn't sleep for instance, I had always been afraid of thunder storms and my mother would be there to console me. She would play this music box I owned that had a dragon saving a princess on it, weird right? It was always calm me down. Well after she died and I was afraid the music would start playing. Yeah I know what you're thinking, "that's so creepy!" Well not to me.

It reminded me that somehow she was still here. As I grew older I realized that telling people these stories would freak them out, so I kept it all to myself.

On my 18th birthday I moved to Magnolia and decided to go to university. I had gotten a job at a local club called Fairy Tail. Everyone there was like family and I wasn't sure if I was going to fit in. I found out that most of them went to Magnolia University too.

They welcomed me and I met so many amazing people. There was one person in particular that I became very close with. His name was Natsu Dragneel. I will say at first his pink colored hair threw me off but then he smiled and I felt something. Something I haven't felt since my mother died; happiness. Of course I made other friends as well. Levy, Juvia, Erza, Cana, Mirajane and Lisanna as well as Gray, Elfman, Loke, Gajeel, Laxus, Gildarts and our boss Makarov.

Loke is a flirt and is convinced we will date one day. Levy is a total bookworm just like me and she's dating Gajeel which at first I thought was strange since they are complete opposites but I soon realized that they are cute together. Elfman, Mirajane, and Lisanna are siblings and they're all very sweet. Laxus is Makarov's grandson who is actually really sweet but acts like a total dick. Gildarts is Cana's dad and fawns over her every second which annoys her. Erza is… well… scary! She's super sweet but can turn into a demon in a split second. Juvia and Gray are dating and she is obsessed with him. Gray and Natsu are always fighting but then again Natsu fights with every guy we work with.

I can't really explain why Natsu and I became so close because it just happened. He slowly became my best friend and we told each other everything. I trusted him with my life. Slowly but surely I fell in love with him and I was too afraid to tell him. I feared that he would reject me and we wouldn't be friends anymore.

Flashback

Natsu was walking me back to my apartment since we both don't own a car. He doesn't like when I walk alone in the dark… which is cute.

"Hey Luce?" Natsu said. He looked nervous for some reason.

"Yes, Natsu?" I said. He started to play with his scarf and he only does that when he's nervous. "Natsu? What's wrong? Why are you so nervous?" I asked.

"Uh… well… um… fuck! Why is this so hard?!" He shouted.

"Natsu its okay you can tell me anything!" I said. He stopped walking and turned to me. I saw that we were across the street from Magnolia Park. It's our favorite park.

"C'mon lets go sit under our tree! Then you can tell me what's wrong!" I said. A few months ago Natsu and I carved our names in a huge Sakura tree we found. He smiled at me so I went to run across the street and waited for him to follow.

I heard him yell, "LUCY LOOK OUT!" And that's when I saw the headlights of the car that was coming towards me. I stood frozen in the middle of the street not knowing what to do. As the car was about to hit me something pushed me out of the way. I heard a thud and when I looked up I screamed.

"NATSU! NO! NO! NOOOO!" I screamed. I saw his body lying in the street... not moving. I ran over to him and thankfully he was breathing.

"Natsu? Can you hear me?! P-Please o-open your e-eyes!" I yelled while crying. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled weakly at me.

"I-It's gonna b-be o-okay… I-I'm gonna g-go c-call for h-help." I said as tears streamed down my face. As I reached for my phone Natsu grabbed my hand.

"N-No L-Luce… I-I d-don't t-think… I-I'm g-gonna m-make i-it…" He said weakly.

"WHAT?! Natsu no… I need t-to call f-for h-help…!" I stuttered.

"N-No L-Lucy. I-It's o-okay…" He said trying to reassure me. "I-I w-would r-rather die here w-with you…. t-then a-alone in an h-hospital…" He said. He smiled at me and squeezed my hand. At this point I was balling and my heart was breaking.

"Lucy… I-I wanted… t-to t-tell you… t-that I-I… love y-you a-and y-you're everything… t-to m-me… p-please don't c-cry… s-smile f-for me!" He said and smiled that special smile… the one that made me feel happy. I smiled through the tears but the smile was insincere.

"I… l-love you too N-Natsu! S-So much you changed m-my l-life and I-I could never thank y-you enough f-for it! B-But I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOU! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!" I screamed hyperventilating from crying so hard. His breathing began to slow and his eyes started to lose that fire inside of them.

"I-I'll always b-be… with y-you…" He mumbled. His breathing became raspy.

I leaned down and kissed him… and then he was gone. I was holding him crying and screaming for him to come back to me; but just like my mom… he never did.

End Flashback

That was over a year ago and I have been so depressed. I could never love someone other than him. Everyone from Fairy Tail tries to cheer me up but I know they are all sad themselves. I took Happy, his blue cat… yes blue. It's like having a part of Natsu with me.

Since that night there has been this shadow in the corner of my room. I thought it was from my dresser but when I moved it… the shadow was still there. It looks like a person and I'd like to think that it's Natsu.

Tonight is one of those nights when I'm… afraid. When Natsu was alive he was there to calm me down during thunder storms and now that's he gone I don't know what to do.

I still have that music box but it hasn't played in a long time. I got up to close the curtains and curled up under my blanket.

Happy jumped up and plopped down near my head. As I was starting to fall asleep I heard something… no I heard… music. I looked at my dresser and my music box was playing. And like I said before it doesn't scare me.

I saw the shadow looming over the music box and thought it was my mind playing tricks on me until it moved its arm and touched my cheek… I felt it. It's real. I started to shake because I was so scared. As I was trying to get off my bed I heard someone say my name.

"Lucy…its okay…" I heard it say… no Natsu say!

"N-Natsu…?" I whispered. I smiled as I reached for the shadow… as I was about to touch it he disappeared. I pulled my hand back and started to cry… no sob. It felt like he died all over again and I thought my heart couldn't break anymore… but I was wrong.

I heard a thud from the corner and I jumped. I looked over to see the shadow standing there and my heart started beating faster. I realized he was here and he was protecting me. The music box was still playing.

Before I shut my eyes I saw the shadow closing the music box and say, "Sweet dreams Lucy… from your mother and me.

I hope you enjoyed it! I'm sorry if it isn't that good because I am just getting back into writing but hopefully the rest of the chapters will be better.

#nalu angst week #my fanfiction #shadows #angst #lucyydragneel

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slightlyconcerned1 · 7 years

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Insecure: Bill Denbrough x reader

Plot: Y/N had always been in love with Bill, he was so kind and loving. However, when Beverly joined the group it changed everything. After feeling reject by Bill, and her terrifying experience with Pennywise, Y/N starts to change for the worse. Can Bill save her from herself?

Warnings: minor injuries, mentions of eating disorders, swearing.

Pairings; Bill x reader, Richie x reader (platonic), Eddie x Richie.

Words: 2,246 (opps, I got carreid away)

Notes: I actually think this is pretty good compared to other things I’ve written, even though it has a fairly weak ending. please send me feedback. I’m gonna spell check this tomorrow morning because it’s like midnight right now. Also, I might start writing imagines for the office (uk and us).

Beverly Marsh was the epitome of perfect. She had deep blue eyes on an elegant face with freckles sprinkled all over her body. It was completely understandable that almost all the losers were infatuated with her. However, this didn’t make it any less painful for Y/N.

Even though Y/N herself had a little crush on all the losers at one point or another, she had always been completely in love with Bill Denbrough. He was the sweetest boy she had ever met, he wasn’t like the other boys who lived in Derry, they were all so judgmental and disrespectful. Hell, this could even be said about some of the boys in the losers club, Richie always made inappropriate jokes about her, and Stan constantly rolled his eyes at her jokes. She had grown to love these boys though, Eddie, Stan, and Richie were like her children, Bill and her were like their parents. Suddenly out of nowhere, new people started to join the losers club. It’s not like she didn’t like them, Ben and Mike were both super sweet to her, and she clearly thought of Beverly fondly, as did Bill.

Y/N could tell by the way Bill looked at Beverly that there was some hidden feelings there. She was a God in his eyes. At first she thought it was just the fact that she was a girl, and the only other experience Bill had had with girls being nice to him was Y/N, and he’d known her since they were Georgie’s age. However, it wasn’t just them being nice to each other, he liked her. It was completely obvious to anyone with even half a brain, Y/N was ashamed in herself for denying this fact for so long.

The losers were currently hanging out at Richie’s house, they were trying to distract themselves from the whole It situation, however Bill and Bev were oddly missing. Part of Y/N thought that Richie didn’t invite them, Richie made an offensive joke about Bev the other day so they weren’t really the best of pals at the moment, and if Richie wanted to forget about It Bill would be the worst person to invite, it’s all he’d talk about. Y/N slowly made her way over to Richie who was standing around chatting up Eddie.

“Hey Eds, hey Rich, do you know where Bill and Beverly are?” Y/N asked in a delicate tone, Richie was one of her closest friends and one of the only people who knew about her crush on Bill. The pair bonded over the fact they both had crushes on people who would probably never like them back.

“No, I don’t. They’re probably just making out in the sewers.” Richie laughed, he obviously wasn’t serious but it still upset Y/N, the fact that other people could see the spark there too was depressing.

“They’ll probably be here in a second though Y/N/N.” Eddie said trying to comfort Y/N. “You don’t need to worry about them, I’m sure they’re fine, and definitely not making out in the sewers!” Eddie gagged just think about how many germs you could get from doing that. It was apparent to Y/N that Eddie was oblivious to the extent of her crush on Bill, and yet he was a lot more sensitive about it than Richie.

“Thanks Eds.” Y/N mumbled as she made her way over to Mike and Stan. She stayed there uncomfortably joining in with their conversation for the next few minutes, until Bill and Bev arrived.

“There’s the love birds.” Stan smiled as his friends walked in the room blushing.

“So where were you two?” Y/N said in an unamused tone. “You two are so late that we’ve ran out of snacks, now I have to go to the corner shop and get some more.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Y-You d-d-don’t have t-to do that Y-Y/N.” Bill shook his head.

“No, it’s okay. I have to buy some stuff anyway.” Y/N lied.

“At least let me come with you!” Beverly smiled kindly. Y/N was already walking towards the door.

“It’s okay, you and Bill are already late as it is, I wouldn’t want to distract you from the fun.”

Before Beverly could insist Y/N was already gone. She sighed and they carried on with the evening.

Y/N slowly walked down the street, it was getting late. Part of her wanted to get back to Richie’s house before it got dark, the other part of her just wanted to go back to her own home. Just as she approached the shop she saw a a slim figure pass her, gently tapping her on the shoulder as he did so. Y/N shrugged it off, but started to walk a tad quicker.

“Y/N/N!” An instantly recognisable voice yelled. In fact, not only was the voice familiar but the nickname was as well, only one person in the whole of Derry called her that.

“B-Bill?” Y/N quickly turned around to see a nervously smiling Bill. “What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay at the house.” Y/N nervously said.

“I kn-know, b-b-but I-I wanted to c-come with y-you.” Bill smiled “I-I l-l-like spending t-time with you, Y/N/N.” Bill slowly moved towards Y/N, he licked his lips and started to move in. “W-wow, y-you’re ugly from this angle, w-who am I k-kidding? You’re ugly from every angle.” Bill rolled his eyes. Y/N gasped.

“W-what?” Y/N asked, as if she’d miss heard him.

“You heard me. Y-you’re hideous! No w-wonder I spend so much time with Bev, a-anything’s better than y-you! But d’you know what? I’ll give you a kiss, I don’t want y-you to die with out you ever being kissed.” Suddenly the already tall boy had grown by almost a foot, his body was quickly transforming in an almost ghostly figure. Y/N blinked, she must be dreaming. Bill’s head then turned into a demonic clown.

“P-p-p-p-p-p-pucker up p-pig face.” Pennywise laid a slobbery kiss on Y/N’s lips. Y/N was frozen in the spot, not knowing whether to punch him, go to the police, or just run. Before she could do any of these things It was gone.

Y/N had experienced Pennywise before, but she was with Ben and Mike when it happened, so it was less traumatic. She couldn’t even process this though, she didn’t even know if she was dreaming or not. Y/N had plenty of questions she knew she’d probably never get the answer to. Why didn’t Pennywise kill her? Why was he Bill? Did Bill actually scare her or did Pennywise know that he’d be able to approach her if it took the form of her crush? All of these things were confusing, but there was one thing Y/N could take away from the situation. Bill thought she was ugly. Her fear had been confirmed, and she was heartbroken.

A few weeks had passed since that traumatic day, and Y/N had changed a lot. She was always in constant fear, and she was completely self conscious all the time. She had been eating less, and looking in the mirror more. Y/N had been gradually stealing makeup from her mom, since she didn’t own much of her own, it wasn’t like her mom would care since she preferred to have a clear face. The losers had been noticing Y/N’s change with her looks and personality, she had put on a fake persona of toughness and confidence to compensate for the years of being a timid, shy child.

It was a warm Saturday morning and the sun was forcing its way into the room, through a crack in the curtains. Y/N slowly sat up and covered her eyes from the blinding morning sun, when she heard a gentle knock on her door.

“Y/N/N love, your friend is here to see you. Get ready and then come downstairs.” Her mom told her. Y/N let out gentle sigh and told her mom that she’d be down in a minute, not bothering to ask who the person downstairs was.

Y/N put on a short black skirt, and a baggy red jumper. By no means did she feel comfortable, but she had started to get used to the discomfort. She quickly went into the bathroom and put whatever she could on her face, she had lucky found a dark red lip stick which matched her jumper. Y/N quickly made her way downstairs, grabbing an apple as red her lips to nibble on, instead of eating the breakfast her mom had likely burnt. When she arrived downstairs she froze when she saw who was there, it was Bill. She knew it wasn’t Pennywise trying to get close to her again since her mom could see the boy. Y/N didn’t know whether to be relieved at this fact, or frighten, she knew how to handle a murderous demon, she didn’t know how to deal with Bill. Bill was staring at his feet, he hadn’t noticed Y/N walk in yet. ‘Maybe I can just run back upstairs and have my mom lie and tell him that i’m vomiting.’ Y/N thought to herself, just as she turned around to sneak back upstairs, she was let down by a creek of a floor board.

“Oh h-h-hi, Y-Y/N.” Bill hopped up with a nervous smile on his face.

“Hey Bill.” Y/N mumbled in a timid voice. “What are you doing here?”

“I t-t-thought we cou-could h-hang out, j-just the two of us.” He smiled “like old times.” He added on at the end.

Y/N didn’t know how to react, she hadn’t seen Bill without Beverly attached to his arm in months, it was strange.

“Sure, just let me grab my bag.” Y/N awkwardly whispered, then walked to the hallway. She took a deep breath and looked in the mirror, she needed to compose herself if she was going to be spending time with Bill. Y/N picked a random bag up and then slowly walked out to see Bill having a conversation with her mom, but quickly finished it up when he saw her.

“So where do you wanna go?” Y/N said in a slightly more confident voice.

“T-The p-park?” Bill suggested. Y/N nodded and they made their way there, only muttering a few things on the way, about the weather or their surroundings.

As they entered the park Y/N ran towards the swings, Bill giggled and jogged to catch up with her.

“W-want me to p-pu-push you?” Bill smiled. Y/N’s eyes lit up, but she quickly hid her excitement.

“Whatever.” She shrugged, Bill started to push her despite her sudden coldness towards him. Everything was fine for a minute or so, he began to push her, and she began to lighten up. Bill pushed harder, and harder. Y/N felt one of the chains that was holding up the chair break, and she came flying to the ground.

It felt as if she had fell on a bathtub full of needles. She glanced down and saw she had cut her legs. She was extremely embarrassed, in her eyes the swing had broken because she was too fat to sit on it, and her crush was there to witness it. She suddenly tensed up a lot when he rushed to help her up.

“A-A-Are y-you okay? I-I-I-I’m s-so s-s-sorry!” He stuttered more than usual due to fear and shame of hurting her.

“I’m fine!” She said defensively and forced herself to stand up.

“A-A-Are y-you i-in p-pain?”

“No! What do you care anyway? Why are we even here anyway, is Beverly busy or something?” Y/N let her exact thoughts leave her mouth, without thinking about the drama this would cause.

“W-What?” Bill blinked in shock at this question.

“You heard me, William. Is Beverly busy? Am I your second choice?” Y/N crossed her arms.

“N-N-No, s-she’s n-not. Y-you’re not my s-second choice! W-w-what does that even mean?” Bill said defensively.

“You know exactly what that means, Bill. You know I’ve liked you since the third grade, and I know that you’re head over heals for Bev. I know I don’t look like her, I know I’m fat, I know I’m ugly, so don’t play dumb, and don’t pretend to care!” Y/N yelled in his face then began to storm off.

“You’re not u-ugly, n-not at all, and stop s-saying I d-don’t care, of course I do! I c-clearly d-do!” Bill was on the verge of tears.

“Prove it then!” Y/N rolled her eyes, not even bothering to look at him. Bill grabbed her wrist, and pulled her in for a kiss. Even though it brought a lot of attention to the pair, it proved his point. He cared, he cared a lot.

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The sacrifices we make pt 2

(TW mentions of homophobic behavior against minors. I do not own any canon BNHA characters only the gen 2..no quirk AU)

"Sir are you the owner of this restaurant?" "y-yes, th-this is my son" He says while holding Azori loosely in his arms, the cops called a group of ambulances to come while they cleared the area of non needed people. Amilia being the only victim conscious enough to speak. One cop spoke to Katsuki who was looking wide eyed at the whole situation. "So Mr Katsuki Kirishima what relationship do you have to these kids?" This is my son, the one with the brown and blue hair is his boyfriend, the other two are boyfriend and girlfriend, they're all friends." He answers quickly, the cop shot another question. "Seeing your son's uniform I take it that he works with you?" "Yes sir, he was out chilling with his friends, they usually hang around the alley during that time."

The scene was soon cleared after the ambulances took the kids, Katsuki couldn't help but feel terrible. Giving Azori to the paramedics and not knowing all of what happened to them. Dropping to his knees, rough hands in his hair he couldn't help but remember what Tetsu had said about letting Azori fight for himself. Just like that Tetsu came over "I'm so sorry dude, here man I've got your keys and phone." Holding out the items to the blonde they were quickly take as he arose. "Thanks, I-I'll call Eijirou, think you can hold down the fort?"

"Yeah totally man, now hurry up, they'll need you and the kids will need their parents." Katsuki's voice was shaky and shallow, there was a lump in his throat that he could barely swallow. He goes off to the car to call his husband which anxiety flooding him. 'They're gonna kill me, they're gonna kill me, my son's gonna hate me!' He dialed Eijirou's phone number with shaky fingers, when the phone was answered he locked the doors. "Hey babe what's up you on your break?" Asked an oblivious Eijirou, licking his lips that were unable to take int he moisture and not to be bone dry. "N-no pl-please don't be to angry at me please babe-" "what's going on Kat you're scaring me?" "Our son and his friends were beat up hard by a group of homophobes-" "oh my god are they okay!?" "...." "Kat? Kat babe please tell me they're okay" "Maku was unconscious so was Jasuma, Amiila was the one who came and got me I came to see Azori single handedly fighting he passed out on me when it was all over." "I'll call Denki, I don't have the other parent's numbers." Eijirou tries to keep his voice level and himself calm "Alright can you meet me at Fumukage ER?" "yeah I'm grabbing my keys now"

Their conversation is cut and now its up to call the other parents, calling Izuku or Shoto made the blonde anxious. Even though Katsuki never showed his fear to others and used to be Izuku's old bully and he's still got his pride. This situation was different and he couldn't help but feel the lump in his throat swell. He now scrolled to find their numbers the first one that came up was Izuku, which he hesitantly dialed. Waiting through the rings only made Katsuki sick then hearing a "hello Kaachan?" clearing his throat Katsuki confirmed. "yes, um Izuku what are you doing right now?" "cleaning up around the house why?" Katsuki didn't want to say it, even if the girl seemed to only have minor injuries it still required her to ride int he ambulance. "I-I'm sorry Izuku" This was a rare moment, rare words that Izuku hardly received from his childhood bully and now adult friend. "What are you sorry for Kaachan, you've already apologized about highschool?" A shaky sigh came from his cold dry lips Katsuki harshly swallowed the lump and blurted out "i'm sorry our kids were attacked by homophobes" The other line was eerily silent it scared the blonde then a stuttered. "wh-what did y-you sa-say?" "O-Our kids were attacked by homophobes, I came out to Amilia running in and getting help." "what hospital are they in?" The green haired male's tone turned very strict it sent chills down Katsuki's spine, he told Izuku the name of the hospital and all Izuku said was "I'll see you there" it was cold.

Now it was time to call Jasuma's parents, who would be the more rational one..who's number-oh god pink cheeks. Pulling into the parking lot of the hospital he called Ochako. When she answered she sounded surprised. "Hi Katsuki what's up you rarely call" "o-ochako I..." woah no 'pink cheeks' or 'round face?' "Katsuki is something wrong?" She could tell just by the straight forward, skip of the nickname answer. "The kids were attacked while hanging out by a group of homophobes." His voice now just as dry as his mouth, Ochako sighed audibly. "what's the hospital?" "Fumukage, I'm in the paring lot right now." "Alright, I'll get there as quickly, try and see if you can check in on the kids, hope things go well." Katsuki unbuckles the seat belt while agreeing "Okay I'll try, see ya soon."

The calls are over and Katsuki's coming out of the car, walking up to the hospital and to the front desk the red eye'd man asked in a somewhat calm voice. "I'm looking for a group of kids anyone of them will do. They were taken by an ambulance from the restaurant 'the dragon'?" the nurse who looked up at him then asked in a protective voice "Do you have any relation to any of the kids?" "Yes actually a boy named Azori is my son, he's got red and black hair, was wearing a similar uniform to mine just smaller? The others are Amilia Midoriya, Jasuma Iida, and Makuyama Kaminari." Katsuki described to her which she seemed to relax her a little, she went through her computer and nods. "They arrived fifteen minutes ago, I'll take you to your son." She comes out from behind the desk to lead Katsuki around. Cooley shoving his hands in his pockets was his way of hiding his anxiety.

The walk wasn't long, they entered a bay with beds only being separated by curtains but most of them were kept open and to the god send luck of the man the kids were in the same area. Seeing them all in hospital beds made Katsuki uneasy, it reminded him of when he was younger. He was jumped bad enough to need to go to the hospital both him and Eijirou escaped with decent injuries. "Uncle Katsu?" It was Amilia, it was a nickname Amilia and Tomiko had given Katsuki, the man instantly turned around and come over. "Oh my god Amilia, thank you for coming to get me I'm so so sorry" The nurse seemed confused and she asked Amilia. "how do you know him?" It was more for the protection of the child's sake to ask this. "He's m-my dads's childhood friend they w-went to high school together." Katsuki looked her up and down noticing her watery green eyes. "A-are you okay?" "H-head just hurts a lot, the b-boys are w-worse off." Katsuki nodded "Izuku is coming he might be picking up Shoto I don't know but he'll be here soon." Katsuki informed to the young girl who agreed,then turning around Katsuki panicked when he noticed that the bed Azori should be in was missing. "Wh-where's Azori?" He was becoming frantic until the nurse tells him "He could be down getting an X-ray or important scans he should be back momentarily."

Momentarily was an understatement, out of the corner of his eyes he could see the teen being wheeled back to the vacant bay. Katsuki rushed over with worry trying not to be written all over his face. "Azori!? Azori!?" "sir please calm down we're hooking him up, what is your relationship to this child?" Getting a little irritated on being asked this question Katsuki sighed and replied "i'm his dad" "Alright then does he have any medical history, allergies, or anything we should know of?" "No he doesn't have anything like allergies or medical defaults" "Do you know what happened?" "No, all I know is that my son went to hang out with my friends, then a little bit later Amilia came in running that they were being attacked by some homophobes. I come out to see that Azori's the only one still fighting them off. Then when its all over he collapsed on me." Katsuki spoke fast but the doctor was able to understand him.

"Okay sir, thank you for your cooperation." When the results pulled up on the screen the doctor had a look of 'oh my'. "It appears your son has taken decent beating, and may have 'taken one for the team' to put it lightly." He starts to explain when Kirishima comes in "Katsuki!" which makes Katsuki jump still he called Kirishima over who rushed over. "I called Denki, him, Aku, and Hitoshi are on their way." "okay that's good" "oh god Azori what did they do to you?" Eijirou says while softly brushing his fingers through Azori's red and black hair that was still half tied up. "He's got broken ribs those can heal relatively well in around six weeks. No internal bleeding but when he was examined a we checked for any potential neck or back injuries we saw and alarming amount of bruising and swelling around his lower and middle back. Other than that he's probably got a concussion or some painful fingers. He most likely fainted out of exhaustion and pain."

Katsuki looked down at Azori, trailing his large hands to his son's limp ones, gently picking it up scared that if he wasn't careful that. He'd die, he'd shatter, or something terrible would happen. Softly tracing the inside of his palm seemed to stir the teen, his fingers moved around. "z-Zor?" "hm?"Eijirou hummed curiously, Katsuki continued the tracing thing, then feeling Azori's hand weakly squeeze his.

#my story

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